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dadsbongos · 4 years ago

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Red Scare

Movie/Game/Show: Marvel Dynamic: Peter Parker/Reader Warnings: some au where everyone’s in the compound and happy because :), i wrote out a russian accent for pronunciation purposes (it’s then quickly wrote out but hey), “slowburn” written by someone impatient, fem pronouns Summary: Peter just really wants to hold your hand and gets embarrassed by Nat and Tony to do it. Word Count: 3.5K ~~~

Steve was the one who’d found you originally. Well, fought you - to be accurate. The super soldier was a target you’d been put on as a Widow when Natasha found you both and broke the fight up. She’d just barely managed to convince Steve to keep you around - insisting that she could help defect you from Widowing and mold you into a new Avenger. It’d worked for her, surely, it’d work for you too - she just needed time. Time that, while hesitant to do so, Steve eventually granted.

Natasha graciously took you under her wing and began teaching you about American culture and how to blend in for more than spy work.

Now, Natasha watches with furrowed brows as Wanda approaches you. She had her arms crossed tensely as you two came to a meet in the middle of the room. She watches you, her dear student, reach out, hesitating before softly taking Wanda by the shoulders and leaning in to gently kiss her left cheek, then right, then left again.

“Okay,” Natasha put up her hands, signaling the two to stop, “so, ученик, you see where you went wrong there? If Wanda’s a stranger, you wouldn’t kiss her on the cheeks, right?”

“Vanda is friend, no?” you gestured between you and the other woman.

“She is,” Natasha nodded before jabbing your forehead with her index finger, “but you need to pretend she isn’t, just for right now.”

Throwing your hands up in defeat, you huffed, “Vhat? I’m bad guy because zis is ridiculous?”

“No one’s trying to say you’re the bad guy,” Wanda gave you a smile and pat on the shoulder, “Just in need of a little more practice.”

“We should start working with accents,” Bucky pitches in for the first time since ‘American etiquette’ lessons began that day, “Her’s is a dead giveaway.”

Natasha nodded before glancing over at the clock, “I’m sure you’d love to do that one, big guy.”

“Why me?” Bucky sat up straighter - he was no good with one-on-one interactions unless they were fights, and with your upbringing in the Red Room, Bucky was certain you didn’t need any combat training.

“I’ve got a mission to get to with Wanda,” the assassin pat the man’s arm with a teasing grin, “So, unless you wanna see who else is available for that, just sit tight till we’re back.”

The two redheads were out before Bucky could even reply, a sigh leaving his lips at the new awkwardness of the situation. It wasn’t even his idea to be involved - he just got looped in because of his time with HYDRA. Which, in his opinion, was unfair - Natasha and Wanda were at least actually Eastern European, he was lumped in by association. He stood, beginning out of the common room with a nod for you to follow, muttering under his breath.

“If I may,” you interject, nearly rushing to keep up with Bucky’s hurried strides, “zat eh, Spider. Spider boy. Is only one home. Stark, maybe. But Spider, definitely”

“Parker…” the man takes a glance at you, trying to shove his disdain for the boy back, “Sure. He should be in the lab.”

It doesn’t take long to find Peter with Tony, Bucky knocking on the doorframe to catch both of their attention, “We need help teaching accents.”

“And articles,” Tony interjects, pushing a stool beside Peter’s and motioning for you to sit, “Unfortunately for you, lavalantula, it’s hard to take you seriously when you say things like ‘get in house’ like a cavewoman.”

“Mr. Stark- “

Before Peter has the chance to defend you, you’re quirking a brow at the man and putting your own two cents into his take, “In fairness, vhat idiot vould get in different house?”

“Accent and articles!” Peter claps, a forced smile bright on his lips, “Will do, Mr. Barnes, you can trust me.”

“I really don’t,” Bucky glares at the poor boy all while he leaves, “If she starts making references to your movies, I’ll personally bring you harm.”

“Opposed to what?” Peter murmured, “Impersonal harm?”

That brought a small laugh from between your lips, causing Peter to perk up once again at the positive attention. It isn’t every day he gets to make a former Russian assassin laugh, he supposes he should take it as a compliment.

He cleared his throat as Tony went about the lab, “Alright, I think that first we should start with articles.”

“Sounds pointless.”

“They kind of are, but we use them here, so…” he scratches at the back of his head, “How about we try making the ‘th’ sound first, sound good?”

“Not really.”

It was a few days with learning from Peter, but you’d felt as though so much progress was made towards the lessening of a Russian accent. Or maybe the praise that slipped from Peter’s lips just made the most minor step forward seem like a leap. The praise brought a new bubble of joy in your chest, one that was never there when Wanda, or the ever rare Natasha, complimented your work. Maybe it’s because Peter was born and raised in America that made it seem more valid - maybe it was his buzz and excitement at teaching. Maybe it was just him.

“Why don’t you try telling me about your day, to get used to speaking with what you learned so far?”

“Uh,” you fumbled, trying to translate the events in your head before speaking, “I woke up. I trained v- with Thor. Then he left for mission,” you paused, realizing your mistake and sighing.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Peter was quick to jump in when he assumed self-doubts were bubbling up, “You’ve got a lot of time to learn, don’t beat yourself up over a mistake. English is a pain in the ass to learn, you should be proud of yourself for picking it up so fast.”

“Yeah?” he could sense the hesitant disbelief in your voice.

Even so, he didn’t let up, giving a confident nod, “Yeah. Just start over whenever. You were doing really well.”

You took a moment to plan out the response in your head, running through it internally a few times before giving Peter a verbal run through, “I woke up. I trained with Thor. Then he left for a mission. I went to the lab. Now I’m here - with you.”

“See? You’re already doing so well, you should be proud. We can work on elongating sentences later down the line, but this is already pretty great!”

You take a moment, planning the pronunciation in your head before responding, “Thank you, Parker.”

“Peter,” he jumps to say, shrinking back slightly at his own eagerness, “Peter is fine, if you wanna call me that.”

“Piter,” you try the name on your tongue.

“I don’t think we’re saying it the same way,” he nods curtly, “but that’s okay! Doesn’t have to be perfect the first time.”

“I would like to try again,” you whisper his name to yourself a few times before repeating it aloud, “Peter…”

“Right! Wow, you’re so good at this already,” Peter turns to Tony, who’s doing a poor job of pretending he wasn’t listening to the pair, “Isn’t she smart, Mr. Stark?”

“Coming from you, kid? That’s a big compliment.”

“I think it’s well-deserved,” he gives you a chuckle, “I really mean it, you’re good at this and this is just a few days into working on your accent.”

“You think so?” there’s a wave of sheepishness that comes with Peter’s attention, with his wide-eyed, all-believing stares that leads you to scratch at the back of your neck, “Good. I would not enjoy to be a bother for long.”

“Not a bother, at all. I like spending time with you, even if it’s just to teach you about American accents.”

Tony closes his eyes and shakes his head, honestly not believing the words as they come out of his mouth, “You two live together, you could hang out whenever you want, kid.”

“Oh, yeah, huh?” Peter’s eyes seem to come alive again, “We should, then. Hang out, I mean. Outside of these accent lessons, unless you don’t want to.”

“No, no,” you feel a small, unfamiliar smile stretch over your own lips, “I vou- would. I would like that, very much.”

“Yep,” Tony slaps a stack of papers on the desk before beginning to make his exit, “Definitely have to work on those sentence frames, Captain Ivan.”

For the duration of Natasha’s absence, you’ve stopped coming to Bucky for lessons on Americanization. Sneaking off with Peter to the kitchen when you can.

"I used to think that melancholy was a vegetable."

"You're genius enough to catch Stark's attention, but thought melancholy was the name of vegetable?"

"Doesn't it sound like it though? Can you really tell me I'm wrong?"

"No, no, I can see it. Like celery and the uh, the one fruit. They had a baby."

"The one fruit?"

"The one, I forgot the word. Don't you have a word for дыня?"

"You do realize I have no idea what you just said, right?"

Sometimes to either of your rooms, or walking together around the perimeter of the building, or traversing through the little garden Wanda had been working hard on.

"Would you like some food? I'm ordering."

"I don't have any money, sorry."

"I did not ask if you had money, Peter. Do you want food or not?"

"But I can't pay you back and then I feel all icky on the inside part."

"Think of it as gift then, no paying back needed. Gift for being a good friend."

"Aw, you think I'm a good friend?"

"If I had to have a first friend, then I'm glad it was you. You're a good person, Peter. I'm glad we met."

"I'm really glad we met, too."

Little times set apart to spend time together that always begin as lessons.

"You ever heard of solipsism?"

"Maybe, what is it?"

"Uh, the belief that everything around you was created in your mind."

"Then yes, why, Peter?"

"Well, I just was thinking… You know, if everything around me is imaginary then you're the best thing I've ever come up with."

"Peter…"

"I'm sorry, was that too cheesy?"

"No, I just- it was really nice, actually. Thank you."

"Well, don't thank me, it's true."

Times that quickly morphed into discussions on Peter’s favorite movies or what little parts you miss of home.

"Would you ever go back? Like, to Russia?"

"Only if I had to. Too many poor memories there."

"What would be 'having to'?"

"If someone I really cared about needed me to. You or Natasha, mostly."

"You'd go back for me?"

"If you were in need of saving and I had to return to Russia to do it, yes, I'd go back."

"That's the sweetest thing I've ever heard."

"Peter, it is quite actually the bare minimum in terms of saving you."

Nobody expected it to last longer than the time that Natasha was gone - she was like a big sister to you, a safeplace when the Tower felt cold. So, when she came home and you didn’t re-glue yourself to her hip - people were quick to notice.

“I didn’t think Parker could get worse,” Sam noted under his breath, “But there he is, digging underneath the bar.”

Truly, Sam could’ve just looked away - but it was hard to do that when he was watching Peter fucking Parker, the littlest Avenger, try to win a game of footsies with you at the kitchen island. It’d be a cute sight if Sam weren’t the one having to see it.

“I’m staying out of it,” Bucky shook his head, staring down at the table as he pushed his food around his plate, “I haven’t been hungry since they got in here.”

Suddenly, Peter stands, “You’re low on coffee,” he points down at your mug before moving around the counter to the pot, “Do you want more? Just, while I’m up and here.”

“I hate that kid,” Sam shook his head, standing up and starting out of the kitchen, “I hope she rejects his ass.”

“I think it’s sweet,” Steve muttered, “In a way only an ex-Widow could manage.”

“She would’ve eaten him alive on the field, you know?” Bucky shook his head as he watched Peter contently refill your coffee and you give a rare smile only he and Natasha ever really knew, “I miss those days.”

“You try so hard to content me…” you begin, unaware of the conversation behind you, and tap your fingers on the counter’s marble, “Why?”

“You seem nice,” he shrugs, deflating when all you shoot him with in return is a skeptical look, “You do - you are. I like spending time with you.”

Before he can scold himself, you’re smiling again, patting his shoulder, “Thanks, Peter, you’re reassuring. I will be training with Nat if you need me.”

Peter expected a lot of things in his life - joint pain when he’s old, to be an Avenger with Mr. Stark, for missions to not always go perfectly, but gaining a crush on a girl who, admittedly, kind of intimidated him, wasn’t one of those things. But, also admittedly, it wasn’t entirely unwelcome, he’s noticed. He waits for Steve to make his exit before turning in his stool to face the only other man left in the room.

“Hey, Mr. Barnes?”

“Oh my- what?”

“You know Miss Romanoff, right?”

“Nat?”

“No, that’s Ms. Romanoff.”

“You mean ученик?”

“Sure, yeah, that’s what you guys call her.”

“Why are you calling her ‘Romanoff’, that’s not her last name at all.”

“No, but she’s like Ms. Romanoff's sister, or daughter, or something, so it fit. Anyway, do you know her?”

“Yes, Parker, obviously I know her.”

“Well, I think I may or may not like her like more than a friend, a lot, and I was wondering if you knew what she was into? Like date-wise… or gift-wise… or hey, even partner-wise, if she talks about that, ever.”

“She doesn’t and please don’t involve me in this. Go ask Nat.”

And so, Peter does ask Nat.

He makes up an excuse about wanting to be more agile on the field to drag her away from you before popping the question, “Do you think she likes me?”

Natasha doesn’t need clarification, she’s seen the way Peter looks at you whenever you’re around each other. It’s sweet. It’s like he’s seeing a full moon for the first time. He’s so attentive and soft towards you. Sure, the dynamic of a gentle-natured superhero from Queens and a Russian ex-Widow, current Avenger-in-training is a little strange, but she’s all for it if it means you’re happy. You’re like the little sister she so desperately wants back.

“She might,” the redhead shrugs, “Poor ученик isn’t so open with her feelings, kid. I can barely get her to open up about what she thought about dinner let alone her feelings towards the others,” when the boy’s face drops, she tilts him by the chin to meet her eyes, “That being said, I’ll talk to her. She’s a lot nicer to you than she is with the rest of the team so I wouldn’t kill that hope so fast.”

Peter barely manages to smother down a smile before nodding, giving an awkward thumbs up, and racing back down the hall, a “Thanks, Ms. Romanoff!” echoing after him.

Nat purses her lips in thought of who could be able to help her. Who was nosy enough and bothersome enough to try and set up two teenagers?

“Hey,” Tony pointed to the group of Natasha, Wanda, Bucky, and yourself on the couch, “Red Scare, in the training room.”

“Vh- Which one of us are you referring to?”

The man simply tapped the door frame with a nod, “Five minutes or I’m docking your missions.”

“He can’t do that,” Bucky shook his head, eyes narrowing as realization sat in, “Can he?”

And so, in under five minutes, the quartet found themselves in the training room with Tony.

“Underoos needs some training with fighting tactics known to HYDRA - so, who here wants to be the helpful little hero to do that?”

You look between the others, quirking a brow and shaking your head, “HYDRA is not a hub of top secret fighting techniques, it would be like pairing Peter with anybody else.”

“Sounds like you need to get familiar with other fighting styles then,” Natasha tuts, “I’ve let you off too easy just training with me.”

“I literally fight Steve and Thor all the time, there isn’t much difference just because he’s American,” you narrow your eyes at the woman, “If you both are up to something just admit it now.”

“No, no, there’s definitely a difference,” Bucky pitches in - though clearly not content with being roped into the mess of getting Parker a girlfriend, “He’s all in-your-face and forceful, you’re more like sneak-and-stab.”

“Because I am spy and he is fighter!” you shout, looking to Wanda with wide eyes, “Am I being the specific one? I feel as though I am not being the specific one.”

Wanda feels guilt run through her veins as she shrugs, actively knowing she’s aiding in tricking you, “You should give it a try. For comparison reasons.”

“You’re all making me feel crazy and I do not like it, I am at least a little certain this is a form of manipulation.”

“You’re a spy, you should be able to tell,” Bucky pats your back, “Anyway, I’m busy - you have to fight the kid.”

“Vision and I had a dinner reservation,” Wanda ducks out of the room quickly.

Tony points at you with raised brows, “You got it then, Xenia Onatopp?”

“I- “ you sigh and throw your hands up in defeat, “I suppose I do.”

A few minutes later, Peter is shoved into the training room while you stuff on a pair of gloves - eyes sliding over to the doorway to look at his jumpy form. You scoff, “They are up to something and I feel like I know what.”

“What? What - what do you mean?” Peter nervously crosses his arms and tilts his head, “Up to what?”

“Peter,” you raise a brow at him in question, “do you expect me to believe you are dumb? They are making us spend time together like this, what could that possibly mean?”

His mouth opens and closes, eyes avoiding your gaze like it’s deadly, “Who knows, honestly?”

Shaking your head, you begin removing your gloves, “Okay then, do not talk to me until you are ready to tell the truth.”

“Wait!” Peter latches onto your hand as you pass him by the doorway, “Wait, wait, wait… I- I’m sorry. I just really like you and so I asked Ms. Romanoff for help and I didn't think that she’d team up with Mr. Stark because nothing really good comes from Mr. Stark meddling in things other than tech and saving the world, but she did and they did this. I would’ve said something but you’re just really cool and I was scared you wouldn’t like me back so I tried to see if Ms. Romanoff could test the waters for me.”

“You see where that was a mistake, right?” you reach up, brushing your hand through Peter’s bangs, “I do like you, Peter. A lot. So I would appreciate you being upfront with me rather than looking through Natasha for answers.”

“Right, and I’m sorry- “

“Was honest mistake, Peter, do not worry any longer.”

“Are you sure?”

“Would not have said so if I wasn’t. I do not like your worry.”

Peter wrought his hands together, lips pursed, "Can we not pretend to train and just hang out then?"

"Are you certain you do not want me to kick your ass?"

“Well, now that you said that I feel pressure to prove that you won’t,” Peter shook his head and sighed, “I’m okay with taking a loss today.”

“You didn’t even try, didn’t even initiate.”

“So I’m the bad guy cuz I don’t wanna get my ass kicked, okay,” the boy sarcastically muttered before laying his back against the wall and sliding down to the floor, “Hey, you’re bilingual, right?” at your nod of confirmation, he continued, “What language do you think in? Russian?”

You pondered the question before shrugging, “I’m not even sure I think.”

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“So,” Natasha looks between the two, “how was the training?”

“Awful,” Peter shakes his head, “Hated it.”

“Right… and you, ученик?”

You look over to Peter, his subtle grin and fidgety movements, before shrugging, “He’s a child,” you sigh, “Terrible.”

“Oh, is that so?” Natasha squints between the two of you.

You both nod in unison, “Definitely.”

“Anyway,” you cut in quickly, “we are off to ask Thor to let us try and lift Mjolnir. Please, don’t meddle in teenagers who have will-they-won’t-they scenarios, just let us be awkward about it.”

“What she said,” Peter grinned broadly before gently tapping his finger against your hand and withholding a small cheer when you intertwined your hand with his and led him through the halls to find Thor.

He was almost scared how much he enjoyed the feeling of your hand in his, something so small and inconsequential and yet it made his heart flutter all the same.

“This is nice,” he lifts up your hands briefly.

“I would hope so,” you tease, “I like it, though, is cute, no?”

“It is. Definitely is. I think so.”

“I do, too. We should do it more often.”

#peter parker x y/n #peter parker fic #peter parker x you #peter parker x reader #spiderman x reader #spiderman x y/n #peter x you #peter x reader #idk if the length of this gives it away #but i really like the idea of peter and his russian murder girlfriend

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organchordsandlightning · 3 years ago

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tagged by @bluejayblueskies and @tired-beholding-bitch (a month ago. oops.) to find the words shadow, hand, love, pause, care, and heavy!

throwing these under a readmore - spoilers for Malevolent EP25!

care and hand (lucky double whammy!) from a fluffy-one shot were John and Arthur hug for the first time

Why did you shake my hand? When I first came back?

Some water stuck in his trachea. Arthur coughed, each movement making his head pulse with pain. “I was relieved to see you!” He exclaimed, a little hoarse. “I thought I made that clear.”

Yes. I know that. But why did you shake my hand?

That was much harder to answer. “Well, it’s what people do after not seeing each other for a long while.” He could anticipate the next question. “Some people like physical contact, I suppose. Whether it’s a reassurance, a-a symbol of care, a sign that you see them as equals …”

Which one was it for you?

Arthur had to think on it a moment. “All three. And a comfort. While I didn’t relish the thought of losing the hand again, it was worth it to have you back.”

A comfort, John mused. Arthur could feel his pointer, middle, and index press against his right shoulderblade. His little finger hung limply against the back of his shirt.

shadow from a game you’re destined to lose, a sequel to a Malevolent AU I’m working on:

Concern made John’s brow furrow. “Did Arthur seem like the sort of person who would?”

“I wanna say no.” Parker seemed disconcerted by the thought. “Arthur was my best pal. He was a good guy, John, he worked harder than anyone I’d ever met and if you could make him laugh, you knew he’d die for you. But when a guy keeps so much of his life in shadow, you end up wondering what he’s hiding in there.”

“Okay.”

“I just –” Agitated, now, Parker went on. “I just don’t want you thinking that I, I was scared of English or anything. Maybe it wasn’t like how other people operated, but we made it work. I didn’t have to know everything about him to trust him, and I –”

“Parker.”

heavy from a TMA Uni AU that I’m chipping away at!:

“I, ah. My girlfriend and I … my girlfriend broke up with me. Um, it’s why I had to move.”

Oh.

Oh, fucking … yeah. Obvious. Or, at least, Martin should have thought about it before then. He saw students loads and they often pretended like he wasn’t there. Plus, so many students cried in the bathrooms, especially when he needed to clean it.

And it wasn’t all relationship stuff. Classes were stressful (Martin imagined), plus there were the usual sorts of tragedies that could strike at any time. It was just. A lot of relationship stuff.

He had to say something. The air was heavy, and Jon looked like he expected to be called a naughty boy.

pause from a Malevolent post-25 angst piece

“Cultist? My boy, I am no more a cultist than Prester John. I am simply doing what is best for this town. Can’t you see that?”

“What is best, what is best, I am sick and fucking tired hearing about what is best! You don’t know a god damn thing, Daniel, and you certainly don’t know what is best!”

“Daniel?”

The slip made Arthur pause. Just as his arms were numb, he felt like he’d scarcely been able to feel his own mind for hours: the words came tumbling out like a waterfall with hardly little to catch them. Of course this wasn’t Bella’s father, Arthur knew that, and he couldn’t fathom why his brain had volunteered the name so readily.

love from, curveball, a Sheridan Tapes Season 2 fic

He separated from Bill and brushed his sleeve over his eyes, taking Bill’s hand with his free one. “You … you look like hell, love,” he tried to joke, even if it was absolutely true and not the least bit funny. “Come on, you should sit.”

Bill obeyed. He was hunching his shoulders, head held low. That wasn’t Bill. Bill was the guy who looked up posture videos. Bill was the guy who went on walks around the department to make sure he wasn’t too sedentary.

alas, i won’t tag anyone because i think most folks have been tagged at this point! but thanks for the nudge y’all, it was fun to push through my folders!

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be-gay-do-heists · 4 years ago

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They all liked to de-stress after jobs in different ways. Sophie, for example, liked a nap or a glass of wine to relax, recharge, and get out of character. Nate preferred a quiet game of chess or a pensive walk in the neighborhood if the weather was pleasant (no talking allowed). Hardison was usually up to indulging him in the former, as a sort of warm-down for his brain. Otherwise he’d usually put on a well-watched favorite show and let the sounds wash over him while he did his hand stretches. But he was struck by just how different Eliot and Parker were when it came to unwinding after a con. Particularly after a job where she had to do a lot of grifting, Parker sometimes shut down and went nonverbal. Talking and touch were both off the table, so she’d usually hole up somewhere until she was up to socializing again. Eliot was the exact opposite: he wanted to be as close as possible for a few hours after a job. Hardison couldn’t figure out quite why; maybe wanting to make sure they were all safe, or (the hacker thought most likely) he needed a little physical comfort of his own, especially since he had just been using his own touch for violence. Which is why the hitter was pressed fully up against Hardison’s arm, watching him plan his next move against Nate. The mastermind was losing, as usual, but that could change in an instant. Despite Eliot’s gruff commentary every couple of minutes, Hardison could tell he was finally starting to loosen up after their last job.

He had just taken Nate’s second knight when Parker appeared in the living room. He hadn’t heard her come in, but that was no big surprise (though noting her position by the open vent entrance, it was scary how silent she could be). She stood where she was, looking a little subdued, until she caught Nate’s attention and signed something rapidly at him. Hardison tried to keep up but he was still learning the basics; Nate was only one who had a firm enough grasp on ASL to communicate with Parker when she went nonverbal. The older man hummed and turned back to Hardison. “She wants to know where you put your work headphones.”

“Oh shoot, I left them down in the backroom. Hold on, um…” He would go get them with her, but he didn’t want to leave Eliot without someone to latch on to or he might get stressed again. Bringing him along wasn’t a great idea either, he and Parker tended to get on each other’s nerves when they were both so sensitive. While he was trying to sort options, Sophie sat up on the couch. He hadn’t even realized she was still awake.

“Eliot, why don’t you come sit over here for a minute?” Hardison mouthed a thank you at her and the corner of her mouth lifted minutely while Eliot hesitantly unstuck himself from the hacker’s side and went over. Satisfied, he beckoned to Parker. “Come on, let’s go down and get ‘em real quick.”

The stairs were quicker but also louder and more echo-y, so Hardison pressed the down button for the elevator. “Were we being too loud?” he asked quietly.

Parker shook her head and brought her fingers together. No. She finger-spelled slightly slower for his benefit. v-e-n-t n-o-i-s-e.

He nodded. “Alrighty, just let us know if you want us to keep it down.” They got in the elevator, Hardison making sure to keep a good distance between them. “Hey, do you want your own pair of headphones? So you don’t have to use mine?”

She shrugged, but genuinely seemed to be considering it. Hardison knew that if she decided yes, she’d come find him in a couple days and demand his help in finding a pair. He liked that she trusted him like that; he could already picture the shade of green she’d want to get them in.

When they got to the backroom he went straight to where he’d left his thick headphones for heavy-duty crafting and handed them over to Parker. On the way back up in the elevator, Hardison wished there was something he could say to help her feel better. His Nana’s voice piped up in his head: Can’t go racing around trying to fix things all the time, Alec. Sometimes the best you can do for a person is just be, and wait for them to say what they need, like during shiva.

For Parker, he’d wait as long as she needed.

As they got to the apartment, Parker slipped the headphones on, flashing him a fond face, and started getting back into the vents. Hardison detoured briefly to the couch to look at Sophie laying fully atop Eliot, dead asleep. The scowl the hitter sent his way was betrayed by the way he looked totally relaxed at being a human mattress. Hardison filed that away for later.

The hacker resumed his seat across from Nate. “Alright, now I can get back to kicking your ass.”

Nate raised an eyebrow. “Oh, is that how it’s going to be?”

“Sure is,” Hardison said, smiling deviously, and the game was back on.

#leverage #miko speaks #fic #oh they are all friends!!#i have no idea if this is good but its been stuck in my head all day #so please take. eat #long post

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jadedxrealityw · 4 years ago

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-Mind Stone- Peter Parker x Female Reader Part 2

☼-☪-☼

Kody: Part 2 in this shit

Movie/Show: After Endgame, but no one died because ignorance is bliss.

Summary: In the attack of 2012, you were given powers that you couldn’t understand at such a young age.

Possible Triggers / Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of blood and harm,

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Tony handed you a bandaid. You took it from his hand and notice the cartoon picture of Iron Man on it. What a not surprised in the slightest. You peel off of the paper backing and stick it over the small wound caused by the needle. “Were done, but i want you to stay here until we can get Thor and antlers here”

you exhale deeply. After already spending the night you thought you’d be back at the girls home by now. Not that you wanted to go back, you just didn’t want to hear Nancy’s bitching once you did return “I think my caretaker might worry about me if i’m gone again”

�� Tony placed the tablet he was holding on the counter and looked at you “Yeah she’s a real piece of work isn’t she. You have special permission now” he says. What in the vague. You hop off the chair and feel your phone buzz in your pocket.

you stuck your hand into the dark grey sweatpants you wore. Wanda offered you clothes to sleep in so you wouldn’t be so uncomfortable. She gave you a matching slightly cropped tank and sweatpants. She was a sweetheart. Once you pull out your phone you tap the screen.

it was a text from Peter ‘Can you get away for a minute?’ you hold back the urge to smile and look up at Tony “Can i go?” you ask and he waves his hand, shooing you way “Yeah we’re good. Get some rest and make sure to hydrate. Now get out”

you roll your eyes with a half smile before walking towards the door “Bye” you say before pushing it open and heading out.

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you push open the door you were staying in and saw Peter sitting on the bed, picking at his nails. He looks up once he hears the noise and smiles upon seeing you “Hey” he says. You smile back and walk over to stand in front of him, looking down to meet his gaze “Hello”

Peter looks at you then the bed. What is he a bed? You take a seat next to him, but end up laying back to look at the ceiling “You look tired” Peter says and lays back next to you. You chuckle quietly “Yeah. I got my blood drawn, but at least it’s over with”

Peter hums in response. You notice he awkwardly folded his hands over his chest, not knowing what to do with them. You shuffle over and lay your head on his chest, feeling him instantly tense up. “Is this okay or are you going to implode?”

he shakes his head “No!-” he protests “i mean it’s okay, just uh- just stay there” he says in a more quiet tone. You stifle a bit of laughter and curl up next him, feeling a bit drowsy at this point. Peter wraps arm around your waist “Are you tired?”

“Yeah a little” you respond, closing your eyes. Peter holds onto you as he moves to the top of the bed, laying his head on a pillow “You should sleep then, i’ll wake you up if something happens” he talked in a more hushed tone now. You smile before dozing off.

“Y/n?” he says before he is interrupted by quiet snores. He smiles to himself, wishing he didn’t leave his phone in his bag so he could take a picture of you. Would that be weird? It’s not like he would made it his lockscreen. Nevermind that’s the exact reason he would take a photo.

he raised his free arm to try and web his bag to him, but once he did you started to stir slightly “Not worth it not worth it” he mumbles before kissing your head. He stays still until you stop moving before exhaling. He had never cared about another person's nap so much.

damn his arm was starting to fall asleep.

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an hour later

Wanda opened the door to your room and was slightly surprised to see Peter playing with your hair while you slept on his chest “Uh- i knocked, why didn’t you say anything?” she asked. Peter looked down at you for a moment then Wanda “I didn’t want to wake her up. I also can’t feel my arm”

she smiles brightly at the young love “Why didn't you just move her” she questions, folding her arms across her chest “I have never moved each time you fell asleep on me” Vision spoke from behind her. Wanda looks at him with a slightly shocked expression “You can move. I wouldn’t have been mad”

“That’s not the point darling. I don’t want to move” Vision replies. Wanda sighs “Will talk more about this later’ she says to him before “Tony would like to see her in the main lobby. i’m assuming he doesn’t know your here?” she says with a small grin.

Peter smiles nervously “Yeah- i snuck in. I- i- can get her up. Just give me a few minutes” he said with a pleading look. Wanda smiles, nodding and grabs Visions arm “Bye Peter” she said and walked alongside her lover, closing the door shut.

Peter sighs, not really wanting to move at this point, but knew you had to be somewhere. He starts to softly shake your shoulder “Y/n- Y/n you have to get up. Mr. Stark needs you in the lobby” you mumble something incoherent to him before rolling over onto your other side. “No”

he chuckles to himself and stretches his arm for a second “Come on- we can always sleep later” he tries to rationalize. You groan out before propping yourself up on your elbows “Fine, but i’m not going to enjoy whatever the hell is happening” you say in an attempt to be petty.

you hear Peter laugh at your response “I’ll come with you then” he suggests. You smile slightly at the thought and throw your legs over the bed. “Let’s go then” you say and let out yawn. You walk over to the side of the bed Peter was on nd slip your feet into the slippers on the floor.

Peter stands up and reaches up to fix his now bed head. You lift your hand and move a piece of hair from his face “Thank you” he says and you nod. Suddenly, he leans down and captures your lips in his, catching you a bit off guard but you weren’t complaining.

you went to pull away when one his hands was placed on the small of your back, pulling you flush against him. Well damn Peter Parker. He deepens the kiss more by placing his other hand on the nape of your neck. After a couple seconds you both pull away “What was that for?” you ask.

“I haven’t got to kiss you all day” he says with a brow raised like it was so obvious. “Oh okay” you hold back some laughter.

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you and Peter walk to the lobby. During your small walk he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and kept you close to him while he talked about how he got his powers. A radioactive spider. That seemed much more awesome then being manipulated by a god at the age of six.

“Well look at you two” you both look up too see Tony grinning at the both of you so close together. Peter’s face flushes, but he keeps his arm around you “Tony don’t tease them” Wanda comments. Peter hides his face behind your head until the redness went down.

“Nice one Spider-Boy” you comment, earning yourself a small growl under his breath, which was interesting to hear to be honest. Suddenly a yellow circle appeared in front of the glass doors. You instinctively take a step back, but Peter keeps you in place “It’s okay” he reassures.

you trust his word and stay put as the circle grew quite large. A man stepped out. He was wearing sort of medieval clothes with a maroon cape that seemed to move on its own- Dr. Strange? “Hello” he said to the room and steps to the side as....Thor the god of thunder steps through the portal, hair cut short.

at first you were slightly fangirling inside, but then it sunk in who would walk in next. In all his glory, Loki the god of mischief walks through and stands next to his brother. He was wearing an all black suit. You couldn’t tell if you wanted to throw up or run away- maybe both.

“Would anyone like to explain why we’re here?” Thor asks, shaking Tony’s hand. “I would also like to know that, considering no one here likes me” Loki adds, fixing the cuffs of his sleeves. “Yeah antlers shut it- 2012 attack. Remember talking to a little girl?”

Loki gave Tony a strange look “May i remind you all that i was under the control of Thanos and barley remember a thing. Also, what little girl? I hate children” he says with a face of slight disgust. “I might be able to help you all with that” Strange cuts in.

“Even if you don’t remember anything. Those memories are still locked away in your head. I could access them” he says, gesturing to one of his hands. Loki looks him up and down “I will not have anyone inside my head, that’s sort of my thing” he retorts.

Thor crosses his arms over his broad chest “Why is this important?” he directed his question to Tony. “Infinity Stone cleanup.” he says vaguely. Loki sighs and takes a deep breath after “Fine- make it quick and only look at what you need too.

Strange steps forward “Trust me- i don’t want to look at anything else” he reassures amd steps behind Loki. He placed his hands on either sides of Loki’s head and began to mumble a few words. In an instant it was like Loki became a projector.

his memory was played in a hologram like manner. Peter and you watch from behind so its inverted for the both of you- not like you haven’t lived through it or anything, but okay. All of you watched as Loki gave you the powers and your tiny body float up then faint.

once the memory was over Loki watched the tiny child disappear along with the memory and left standing behind the little girl was you. It didn’t take a genius to put two and two together at this point. “Why did you show me this?” Loki snapped, pushing Strange’s hands away from his head.

“Because reindeer games. You under the raisins control only gave her a tad of the Mind Stone’s power- just the teleportation and portals. You gave her some of your powers” Tony says. The room collectively gasped “I- What?” Loki replied before looking at you.

you felt your body tense a bit. Peter felt his spidey sense flare up and kept his arm tightly wrapped around you, but for so long you wanted to confront this guy. Tell him off. Wish him dead, but you had just learned it wasn’t his fault. What were you to do now?

you push away from Peter, despite his protest and confidently walked up to Loki, stopping a few feet away from him “Hey, i guess” you say, shrugging your shoulders. Loki gulps and nods at you “Hello. I uh- i apologize for what i did” he said, you can tell he was struggling to find the words.

you wave your hand “Don’t be. You can do one thing for me though” you say, a malicious grin making a way to your face. Loki narrows his eyes before answering “and that would be?” he asked. What could you possibly want from him?

“Teach me how to use it”

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a month later

“You can do better” Loki scolded as he circled around you. You were both in the training room and had been at it for three hours. You were regretting asking him to teach you how to use these damned powers. “Go again!” he exclaims and you form to blades as he charges at you.

you push yourself left and watch as Loki stumbles a bit. You use this opportunity to drop down and kick him completely off balance. Loki falls to the floor and as you went to hit him, he kicked you in the chest, knocking the wind out of you “OH you slimy prick!” you coughed.

Loki grins as he pushes himself off the floor “I’ll add it to the list of things you call me” he says before coming at you again. You stood there and waited until he was inches away before dropping to the floor and sliding across. You end up behind him and wrap your arm around his neck, holding the blade against it.

you could Loki huffs to try and catch his breath “Much better. Now we’re done for the day” he declares. You exhale and let go of him “Thank god” you say and wave your hand, the blade fading away. “I’ll clean up, you leave. I’m sure your bug boy is waiting for you” Loki rolls his eyes.

“His name is Peter and he’s scared of you” you say with narrowed eyes. His frown turns into a small grin “Good” he replies. You chuckle to yourself before walking towards the door “Bye Loki” you say before walking out the room. Time to hit the showers.

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after taking a shower, you sat down on your bed, looking out the window. You wished Loki was right about Peter waiting for you, but he had been busy all week with crime and patrolling. He was Spider-Man after all. You had just hadn’t expect to be so clingy.

it was late as much you wanted to stay up for him you decided to just get some rest. You had put on Peters midtown sweatshirt he left a couple weeks ago. It smelt like him so it’ll have to do until you could see your actual boyfriend ago- holy shit. He had never really asked you to be his girlfriend.

how come you didn’t notice that before? You were just happy to be with him that you didn’t care about the labels and such. Strange. You climb into bed and pulled the comforter over you while grabbing a pillow to hug close to your chest. It helped you fall asleep sometimes.

you plug in your phone and place it on the empty space in the bed. Closing your eyes you force yourself to drift off to sleep so tomorrow could come quicker. It was child like logic, but hey- sometimes children logic is all you need.

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a couple hours later

your eyes slowly open and your met with the sight of Peter in his suit, just outside your window. He was knocking on it and looking around outside. Not creepy at all. You get up out of bed, using one hand to rub your eyes while the other undid the latch of the window.

“Hey. Sorry for waking you” he says, climbing into the room and taking off his mask. You walk back to your bed and pick up your phone “Peter it’s two in the morning. Isn’t May going to worry where you are?” you question. YOu turn around just as his suit faded into the spider symbol.

Peter shakes his head and places the symbol down on the dresser “No. She knows i’m staying here tonight” he says. You narrow your eyes, walking over to him “You didn’t tell me you were staying over. I haven’t gotten any time with you this week” you say with a small pout.

he smiles and grabs your hands “That’s why i’m here- is that my sweatshirt?” he asked, looking down at the blue piece of clothing. You shrug “Maybe” he shakes his head “You look really good in it Might have to let you keep it” he says and leans down to give you a kiss, but you turn your head away.

“I wasn’t planning on giving it back to you bug boy” you tease. Damn- you gotta stop hanging out with Loki for awhile. Peter’s face drops “I’m ignoring the bug comment for now. You rejected my kiss. I haven’t kissed you all week Y/n” his tone was whiney and made you want to laugh.

“I’m sorry” you say trying to hold back laughter. Peter smiles and finally plants his lips on yours, It was like every other kiss, sweet. Until Peter did his whole hand on the back of your neck thing to pull you in for deeper kiss. You reach up to wrap your arms loosely around his neck.

Peter lifts you off the ground and places you on the bed, breaking the kiss “Hm. I missed that” he whispers and leans his forehead against yours. You smile, looking up at him. You arms fall as you let out a yawn “and i missed my human pillow, now get under the covers”

“Yes ma’am” he replies with a quiet laugh and lays on his back. You lay your head on his chest and tangle your legs with his. Peter pulls the blanket over the both of you “Night Y/n” he says and kisses your head sweetly before closing his eyes. You smile and close yours as well.

“Goodnight Peter”

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tsarisfanfiction · 4 years ago

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Night Out

Fandom: Thunderbirds Rating: Teen Genre: Family Characters: Gordon, Scott

#fluffember day 18 - ‘touch’ - and something a little different, mostly because @janetm74 decided to call me out about whacking ‘unsuspecting characters’ with a chair of ‘pain and suffering’ and @gumnut-logic mentioned literally hitting them with a chair... I promise this is mostly fluff still! That Teen rating (Teen for a fluff fic? Tsari what are you doing?) is for language and alcohol, because we have two former military boys in a London pub.

Gordon learnt two things that night: Scott was an affectionate drunk, and sometimes people throw bar stools for no good reason.

Gordon couldn’t recall the last time he’d gone out with Scott – just Scott – for a reason that wasn’t mission related. He’d hit the town with Alan (not that alcohol was allowed on those occasions, what with the kid being underage and all that) a few times, and Virgil on more than a few post-mission de-stressors, but Scott was always too busy for frivolous things like having fun.

No more. It had taken some convincing, a lot of wheedling, and the strong-arm combination of Grandma and Virgil, but a blissful forty-eight hours’ downtime was being spent in England, just because they could. The gracious offer of being chauffeured around by Parker – made by her Ladyship, to the man’s apparent disgruntlement – just made the choice all the easier. And what better way to unwind than a nice, rowdy night in the pub?

Karaoke, free-flowing alcohol, and Scott’s communicator firmly confiscated in the Creighton-Ward manor to ensure he didn’t slip back into work habits meant that he was having the time of his life, and Scott seemed to be enjoying himself, too. At least, if the gaggle of girls he’d acquired, flirting with him and being flirted with in kind, was anything to go by, his big brother was definitely enjoying himself for once.

Unwilling to spend the entire night as the wingman, and definitely not interested in finding out if Scott managed to go further than just exchanging some smooth words, Gordon had found himself over by the pool table. He’d spent enough time in pubs – even if he’d been underage for most of it and Scott (probably) didn’t know that – to be able to find entertainment with a group of strangers, so separating from his brother wasn’t much of an issue.

He was good at pool, too. Good enough to quickly work his way through the ranks until he was the champion everyone else paid to play, and all in all he was having a really good time of it. The drinks were good, the company was fantastic, and best of all, he was having a blast. Maybe later he’d drag Scott away from the girls for a game – show the Londoners exactly how good the Tracys were (and hope Scott was inebriated enough not to beat him, because Scott played a mean game sober).

At least, that was the plan. The world liked to mess with plans.

It started with raised voices. Nothing unusual in a pub, especially now it was entering late evening and the alcohol had been flowing for a while. Gordon thought nothing of it, and continued to roast his latest challenger at pool, beaming when the black ball found the pocket. Well-meant congratulations passed between the two of them – they had manners, after all – and Gordon cast around for his next opponent.

Then the tingle ran up his spine, and immediately on its heels came a tap on his shoulder.

“Hey, bro,” the guy – Dennis, Gordon had trounced him two games earlier to much laughter and another pint – started. “Didn’t you come in with that guy?”

There was only one that guy he’d come in with, and combined with his squid sense kicking in, Gordon had a sinking feeling as he turned to look at where he’d left Scott.

Just in time to see a bar stool smash into his head.

Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was just Gordon’s default reaction to seeing someone smash a bar stool over his brother’s head, but his vision went red. The pool cue dropped, but he paid no attention to where it landed, already surging forwards towards where his brother had crumpled to the floor.

Someone was laughing, someone else was screaming, but Gordon had eyes for only two things: his unmoving brother, and the guy still holding the bar stool aloft.

“Hey!” he roared, elbowing gawkers out of the way and slamming into the guy hard enough to make him loose his grip on the stool. It fell to the floor with a crash, thankfully missing Scott, followed by the man himself. Gordon kept his feet, feeling the buzz of alcohol mixing with adrenaline, and placed himself firmly between the aggressor and his brother.

Everyone else backed off; in his periphery Gordon could tell that the three of them – him, Scott and the stool-wielding asshole – were loosely ringed in by the other patrons of the pub, all looking on with varying emotions ranging from astonishment, fear, and bloodlust.

“You with ‘im?” Stool-Bastard spat, pulling himself to his feet with a glower that was supposed to be intimidating. Gordon hadn’t served in WASP to be cowed by a drunkard in a London pub.

“You attack him for a reason?” he shot back, hearing shuffling noises from directly behind him. Good, that sounded like Scott was conscious. The pleasant fuzz of alcohol was gone, leaving him as sharply aware as it was possible to be after however many drinks he’d had, and he tallied everything up as the guy snarled, swaying on the spot but not attacking. Not yet.

Tabs were all paid up; no need to worry about any unpaid drinks. No sign of the bouncers, but that could change any moment and a barfight was not high on Gordon’s list of reasons to get arrested (yes, he had one. No, his brothers didn’t know about it). The nearest exit was… there, by the group of girls Scott had been with.

If Scott was conscious, as he suspected, it wouldn’t take much to get out of there. He just needed to not be attacked the moment he turned his back.

“’E was ‘itting on my girl,” the man snarled. Gordon had many things to say to that, including the fact that Scott – even drunk – had morals and that if the guy didn’t trust his girlfriend around other guys then maybe he should be looking for problems a little closer to home. He said none of them.

He didn’t have to. The girls surged forward, arguing the point for him – good for them, and did he need to take note of their names to hand over to Lady P? – and he took the chance to crouch down and assess Scott’s condition.

His brother had managed to drag himself up onto his elbows, one hand holding his head, and there was a scowl on his face. Blue eyes were dilated and a little unfocused, although how much of that was the alcohol as opposed to the knock, Gordon wasn’t entirely certain.

“You good to stand up?” he asked, gently touching where Scott was holding his head. The dazed blue eyes blinked at him for a second, and his brother grimaced but tried to move. Gordon caught him when he swayed, wedging himself under one arm and dragging Scott’s arm around his neck for support, wrapping a firm arm of his own around his brother’s waist.

Dennis from pool came over, clearly offering help, but Gordon waved him off with a smile that was probably more strained than he’d planned.

“I got him,” he said. “If you want to help, make sure that bastard doesn’t get another hit in.” He didn’t want trouble – this was supposed to be a relaxing downtime, dammit all – he just wanted to get Scott somewhere safe so he could check him over properly. Luckily, the man got the message and moved to stand so that he was blocking Stool-Bastard’s view of them, leaving Gordon to haul his brother out the door.

No-one else stopped him, and with a few stumbles – Scott was heavy, okay? – he got them over to a nearby bench, which Scott sank onto bonelessly. Gordon shot a quick message to Parker to come get them – fun night out was over – before turning his attention to Scott.

“You with me?” he asked, keeping an arm around his shoulders and peering at the shock of brown hair resting on his shoulder. “Scott?”

“M’fcker,” his brother slurred, sounding vaguely annoyed. He didn’t move, though, seemingly content to remain slumped against Gordon’s side and trust him to hold him up. It was just un-Scott-like enough for him to be a little worried, but he had also been drinking and he wasn’t entirely sure how much Scott had had. Nor had he actually ever seen Scott drunk before – at least, not without the buffer of Virgil and/or John to handle him. He vaguely recalled something about him being an affectionate drunk, though, so with any luck that was all that was.

Still, he ran his free hand through gelled hair, gently probing for signs of injury. Scott hissed when he reached the back of his head, where he’d seen the blow land, and Gordon explored the area lightly with his fingers. It didn’t seem like it was a bad knock – certainly not as bad as it could have been, and he was starting to realise it had actually only been a glancing blow rather than the square hit he’d initially thought – but it could definitely do with some ice and painkillers, and he was pretty certain there was a minor concussion in there, too.

No amount of alcohol explained Scott’s suddenly quiet and slightly lethargic attitude, when Gordon knew he’d been laughing and flirting right before the attack. Virgil was going to be so pleased.

“Hey,” he tried again, poking his cheek when he didn’t get an instant response. “Talk to me, Scott. What happened back there?”

Scott groaned at him and buried his face further into his neck in an additional show of drunk and concussed. “D’nno,” he muttered. Gordon felt more than heard the words. “M’fcker came’p ‘hind me ‘nd yelled sommat ‘bouta girl. D’nno what. Then th’bast’d hit me.”

A very small part of Gordon was amused at the filterless language. He knew Scott knew how to cuss – he’d Served, the same as he had – but Big Brother also had a very strong grip on his language around family. To hear what was no doubt a throwback to the Air Force days was quietly satisfying. However, most of Gordon was a combination of furious and worried, in approximately equal measures. Maybe a little more worried than furious, but there was a large part of him that really wanted to show the guy why you never messed with a Tracy.

Fortunately for his PR, Scott needed him here, not embroiled in a fight or spending the night in a lockup, so he swallowed down the rage and pulled his brother a little bit closer.

“Anything hurt except your head?” he asked, brushing his fingers through his hair again. Scott shook his head then groaned.

“’m fine,” he claimed, still not lifting his head from where it was buried in Gordon’s neck. “St’p fussin’.”

“I’ll stop fussing once we’re back at the manor and your head’s been looked at properly,” Gordon countered, to another groan. “How much did you drink?”

“Was’nly weak sh’t,” Scott told him. “Few p’ntsa cid’r.” Enough to get buzzed but not enough to get blindly drunk, then.

A breeze blew past them, reminding Gordon that London was in England and therefore cold. Scott shivered just a bit – not enough to be noticed if he wasn’t plastered against Gordon’s side – and he tightened his grip again. Neither of them were dressed for the night air, not with the original plan being for them to remain inside the pub until Parker arrived, and the thin jacket Gordon did have on wouldn’t fit his brother, even if he could peel him off long enough to shuck it.

“Not the best end to an evening,” he mused instead, rubbing at the denim jacket Scott had on in a vain attempt to give him a little more warmth.

“C’n say thattag’n,” Scott agreed, burrowing into his side even more. Gordon assumed he was trying to leech body heat. “S’posed t’be fun.”

“Well we’ve got all of tomorrow to lounge around the manor,” Gordon reminded him, spying a flash of pink approaching at speed. “You know that’ll be fun.”

“W’th this h’ngov’r?” Scott complained. Gordon winced – he had a point.

“It’ll be fine,” he promised, letting go of his brother with one hand to flag Parker down. “Water and painkillers and you’ll be good as new.” Depending on the severity of the concussion, that might be stretching it a bit. Scott was definitely going to be off duty for more than another day, though.

FAB1 pulled to a stop next to them and Parker jumped out, eyes sharp and alert as he took in their condition.

“Trouble, sirs?”

“Someone took a swing at Scott with a bar stool,” Gordon admitted, prodding his brother. Parker’s eyes narrowed and he suspected Stool-Bastard might find his own brand of trouble later, once Parker was convinced they were safe. The man seemed to have a soft spot for Scott – hell knew he didn’t have one for Gordon, despite his best efforts to the contrary. “C’mon, Scott. Let’s get you in the car.” His brother groaned but at least made a token effort to stand up, freeing Gordon long enough for him to get to his own feet and haul Scott up. Parker slid around to Scott’s other side without waiting to be asked, and between them they helped him stagger into the back seat, where he promptly slumped again. Gordon slid in beside him and was immediately reclaimed as a pillow, which he resisted long enough to make sure they were both strapped in before allowing Scott to bury his head in his neck again.

“’Ow ‘is ‘e?” Parker asked as he slipped back into the driver’s seat and pulled away from the curb. Gordon caught sight of him looking at them in the rear view mirror and offered a tight grin.

“Minor concussion,” he answered, running his hand through Scott’s hair again, to a quiet noise that could have been either complaint or contentment. “He also drunk enough to get buzzed, so I’m not entirely sure how much of this-” he shrugged at the big brother draped against him “-is that.”

“Hmm.” Parker sounded unconvinced, but did at least return his attention to the road.

Gordon glanced down at his brother and poked him lightly.

“You’d better not be falling asleep on me, Scott,” he warned.

“’M n’t,” came the muffled response. “W’k m’up wh’n we g’t therr.”

“Scott, no,” Gordon scolded, shrugging his shoulder and forcibly peeling his brother off of him. “You’re concussed. Don’t sleep.”

The baleful glare he got was pretty pathetic, on the Scott scale, but his brother huffed in defeat.

“F’n,” he grumbled. Gordon caught his head when he attempted to bury it in his neck – again – and guided it to rest normally on his shoulder.

“We’ll have a proper look at the manor,” he promised. “Then you can rest.”

Scott huffed, but didn’t close his eyes again. He did, however, wrap an arm around Gordon in a tight grip, which he returned in kind.

“Are you always this cuddly when you’re drunk?” he asked. The grumble he got wasn’t a coherent answer, but the way Scott purposefully looked away was. Gordon laughed. “That explains why you don’t go out drinking with us much. Do any of the others know this?”

“Shuddup,” Scott grumped. It was a shame he was also concussed, otherwise the blackmail would have been glorious.

Aw, who was he kidding. As soon as Scott came out the other side clear, it was totally acceptable blackmail. For now, though, he was content to hold onto his brother while Parker drove them back to the manor, more than a little relieved it hadn’t been worse.

So much for a relaxing night out with his brother.

#fluffember #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds are go fanfiction #tsari writes fanfiction #gordon tracy #scott tracy #aloysius parker #thunderfluff

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that-yandere-life · 5 years ago

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I see you have Peter B Parker already, but can you do MCU Peter (aged up of course) for the alphabet? Thank you 🥰

[Thank you so much for helping me celebrate! Like you said above, Peter is always over 18 in my fics. I hope that you enjoy, and that it is what you have been waiting for!]

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Peter is the sweetest lover you could ever hope for, inside and outside of the bedroom. Prepare to have your every need tended to the moment you vocalize your request. Overly pampers you wanting to treat you like the Queen he sees you as.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Favorite body part of his: His abs, because not only do you enjoy looking at him naked… it means he has the core strength to accomplish any position you would ever want to try. So often when the two of you are home he is without a shirt for your pleasure and his own ;)

Favorite part of yours: Your back/shoulders, loving to see your muscles tense as he fucks you better than anyone you have ever been with. Indulging in the sound of it hitting the wall or the mattress as he playfully tosses you onto it. Feeling them move as he holds you close, thrusting into you over and over again.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Peter is a yandere sure, but he is a gentleman first and foremost. Would ideally like to cum inside of you, but would want your consent before doing so. If you were uncomfortable he would find out what you would be okay with and go from there.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Steals your underwear all the time, even before the two of you started dating he did so. They would randomly turn up washed and folded on your bed, confusing the hell out of you as you didn’t put two and two together.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Limited experience, but has had plenty of pointers from Tony to expand his knowledge of the human anatomy. ;) Not to mention he is a frequent porn viewer so he will have some ideas for what he wants to try with you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

The Ballet Dancer, which consists of the two of you standing facing each other, one of your legs up and wrapped around his waist with his hand under your knee to give you extra support. While your other foot is on the ground, and his other arm supporting your back. A position that ends up working really well in the shower coincidentally. ;)

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Peter can be serious if the moment allows it, but mostly he is just an easy going guy. That being said he isn’t ashamed if funny or awkward things happen during sex, he will just make light of the situation. Happy that he is able to be himself with you even during the most intimate of acts.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Will be trimmed consistently, he is rather self conscious still about his appearance translating to down there care as well. Always careful to practice good hygiene as you never know when the mood might strike you.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Hopeless romantic, is the most accurate description for Peter. Even your more passionate, lustful, and fun sex sessions are filled with love sprinkled in wherever he can fit it.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Of course he used to jack off all the time, whenever he couldn’t sleep, couldn’t focus, was bored… It didn’t matter to him, although now he doesn’t really have to as you both have a healthy sex life with each other. That’s not to say he doesn’t take things into his own hands if you aren’t in the mood.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Bondage, let that man use his webs on you to tie you to the bed before he has his way with you. Trust that it will be the most intimate and pleasure filled experience of your life, one that will have you thinking about it years later.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Shower, honestly what he loves about it is, it starts off innocent most of the time. Just wanting the closeness of showering with each other after a long day. Slowly growing more intimate as he washes your hair for you so lovingly. Naturally slipping into a heated and utterly passionate moment where neither of you can hold back long enough to get out and dry off.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you tease him, whether it is just for being silly, or if it is roasting him in a loving way. Maybe innocently making him jealous, or intentionally making him jealous.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Most things he would try, but nothing that could possibly end in death or serious injury. Open minded about pretty much anything you would want to attempt with him. Having some ideas of his own at the same time.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

LOVES to receive, to him it is one of the most intimate positions you can do with your partner. Which Peter values intimacy, it’s his love language, one he only wants to speak with you. Of course he returns the favor as he is not an animal, he is rather skilled at it as an added bonus.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

A mixture, usually during the same session, able to work a combo that will have you cumming around him over and over again. Sometimes however if he has had a particularly rough day, he will just go slow and deliberate needing to fuck his feelings out of him.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

If you are down, he will find a place to go no questions asked. It doesn’t matter how long you have, or what the occasion he will excuse you both immediately.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Peter take risks? It’s almost like he spends his entire life taking risks, do you really think that you can escape that chaos? Expect to try so many different things you never would have thought of attempting before you met him.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go as long as you will allow, days even, with hardly any rest needed in between rounds.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Likely has a few fleshlights he used in his college dorm back when he didn’t have you, and now that he does he will put on a show for you if you ask. Very into mutual masturbation with you, watching as you both make yourselves fall apart in front of the other. Would also be willing to buy any number of products to use with you or on you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Peter can tease, but it’s not extremely common for him to do so. Only when he feels like he hasn’t had enough of your attention lately. However you teasing him, is 100% allowed, in fact it’s what turns him on the most.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Surprisingly pretty vocal, dirty talk, praising, punishing if you are into that kind of play. Smacking your ass, making the slapping sounds echo throughout the room. Grunting, groaning, moaning, and finally a low shout as he cums.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

While he does steal your underwear for his own purposes, sometimes he likes to wear them under his normal clothing. It makes him feel connected to you, because you had once worn them in the same fashion.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Long length, like packing heat my dudes, and average thickness. The kind of cock where you actually don’t know how it’s going to fit.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Pretty high, wanting to constantly be physically intimate with you. It's a time where it’s only the two of you, taking in the moments as they happen.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Only after he makes sure that you fall asleep, he doesn’t want to leave you alone if you can’t sleep. Taking care of your every need before allowing himself to drift off beside you.

#yandere marvel #marvel yandere #peter parker x reader #yandere peter parker #yandere spiderman #Anonymous

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jaceyneedsabetterusername · 5 years ago

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SFW Alphabet ~ Peter Parker

These aren’t my ABC’s. I stole them from @caitlinpotter

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?

Peter is very affectionate, at least in his mind. In reality, he’s always worried that he’ll make things awkward, especially at the beginning of your relationship. Are you comfortable with a hug right now? Is a kiss too much PDA? But once you’ve been dating for a while, he gets a lot more comfortable and then it’s hugs and cute little wrestling fights all the time.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He’s the best best friend. Y’all probably met at school (most likely in Academic Decathlon) and you became friends really quickly. You guys are the best friends that do EVERYTHING together.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Peter LOVES to cuddle. Especially after the snap (I honestly can’t even refer to it as the ‘blip’), he’s terrified of losing you because he saw how quickly it can happen.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Peter really wants to settle down with you but not at the expense of being Spiderman. He wants a life with you and maybe even some kids but he would still be the friendly neighborhood Spiderman while he did it

He’s a teenage boy so, of course, there’s dirty clothes everywhere. He’s good at doing the dishes and getting chores done though. When he’s been out all night protecting the city though, he does sometimes forget every now and then.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Breaking up with you would absolutely destroy Peter. It has nothing to do with his feelings for you. The boy is still madly in love with you but that’s why he needs to let you go. He feels like you’re in danger when you’re with him and he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if something happened to you.

He would try so hard to stay strong and explain everything and make sure that you knew that you didn’t do anything wrong and just keep telling you how perfect you are but this boy would definitely start crying.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Peter, at the moment, is content with being in a very happily committed relationship with you. He’s not in a huge rush to get engaged but he definitely wants to in the future. He’d propose to you when you’re around 24 or 25 and it would be simple and cute!

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Peter is SUPER careful with you. Because of his super strength, he’s constantly horrified of hurting you by accident. Emotionally, Peter isn’t too aggressive anyways and that really translates into your relationship. He’s snapped at you a few times when he’s super stressed from school or with Avengers stuff but he always is very apologetic about it.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Peter loves hugs. He would hug you all the time if he could. He hugs you whenever he sees you. He wraps you in his arms and squeezes you super tight but it’s a comforting tight, not a Lord-help-me-I-can’t-breathe tight.

Going back to the cuddling, he loves to hug you because it means that you’re real and tangible and there with him. He savors every moment because he’s scared to lose you.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He’s very cautious with the L-word. He’s lost so many people that he loves from his parents to Uncle Ben to Stark. Even when he starts to feel it, he doesn’t even admit it to himself because then that’s something that he can lose.

Somewhere around the five or six month mark though it slips out before either of you even know what happened but you’re quick to return the sentiment

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Peter doesn’t get jealous so much as he does insecure. You’ve reassured him dozens of times that you don’t want to be with anyone other than him but that doesn’t stop him from wondering if you’d rather be Brad every now and then.

You and Peter have a very trusting relationship. You both accept the fact that you both have friends in the gender that you’re attracted to but that you shouldn’t be in a relationship if you can’t trust each other. It’s never really been an issue for your relationship.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Peter loves to kiss you on the top of the head. That’s his trademark for you. Whenever he sees you after school, it’s a big hug where he kind of engulfs your body in his arms and you bury your face in his chest and he kisses the top of your head.

(But he’ll kiss you anywhere and everywhere when he can)

He loves when you kiss his chest but he’ll never really admit it cause he feels a little weird about it but it drives him wild.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He’s great with kids because he’s such a little goof himself. They wanna play with Legos? GREAT! Cause Peter’s an expert Lego builder. They wanna do his hair? Well it’s their lucky day cause Peter is more than willing to walk the runway with bows in his hair.

As for his own, he knows he wants them one day but he doesn’t know exactly when. He doesn’t want to put them in any danger and that’s what’s holding him back the most but he would love to see some mini-yous running around one day.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings are cuddly in the Parker residence! There is a solid twenty minutes of cuddling and talking before you guys get out of bed in the morning so be sure to set your alarm clock a little earlier than needed.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

There are two kinds of nights

#1: Nerdy Nights: Y’all are up all night bingeing Star Wars or playing games or studying for finals. There’s usually a lot of take-out involved.

#2: Worrisome Nights: Peter is out saving the world as usual leaving you home terrified that maybe that was the last night you’d have with him.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Depends on what it is. Peter doesn’t reveal to you that he’s Spiderman for about five months into your relationship. It’s not that he doesn’t trust you, he just thought it would put you in danger.

Other things, like Stark’s death, he’s a mess. He pours his heart out to you when it happens and just needs you to hold him and hug him.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Peter is very patient. He doesn’t really get easily angered at all (I mean it literally took everything up to End Game for the boy to activate Instant Kill). Even when you fight, there’s never yelling or threats. He may snap every now and then but that’s very far and few between.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Peter remembers everything! He’ll remember that one time that you mentioned that you loved Tiger Lillies three months ago and bring you one on your birthday. Even when he’s super stressed, he remembers your anniversary and makes sure to make you one of those cute little memory boxes.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

There was one time when he swung you both up to the top of the Brooklyn Bridge (much to your dismay at first because, afraid of heights or not, that’s still scary) and you watched the sun set over the city. It was simple and beautiful and the way you looked with the golden light shining on your face is a sight Peter will never forget.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Peter is very protective of you but not in a jealous boyfriend way. Due to his line of work, there’s always the possibility of actual danger. He’s not stalkerish or obssessive but he gets worried if he hasn’t heard from you in a while or if you’ve gone too long without returning his calls because he can’t keep his mind from wandering to all the horrible things that may have happened.

He doesn’t need to be protected too much physically but you’re his emotional support. You protect him by talking him out of dumb ideas or allowing him to talk to you about the things he goes through to protect his mental state.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He puts a lot of effort into everything. Peter’s an overthinker so he wants everything to be perfect for you. All of your dates are well thought out. There’s a gift for every holiday, anniversary, and birthday (even if it’s a simple I love you note). He just feels like he needs you to understand how much he loves you.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Peter’s not too concerned with his looks. He doesn’t want to look like a slob by any means but he’s not going out with perfectly slicked back hair and a 3 piece suit every time he leaves the house.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Most definitely. He was feeling in need of some romantic companionship for a while before you guys started dating but after you became official, he couldn’t imagine life without you. He felt like he needed you and without you, he didn’t feel whole.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Peter has a bad habit of just sort of flopping face first on the mattress and falling asleep there in his Spidersuit, only the mask removed. His hair will be all over the place and he’ll still be sweaty and occasionally scratched up but that doesn’t matter. That’s an issue for tomorrow.

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker one shot #peter parker imagine #spiderman #tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland one shot #sfw abc's #sfw alphabet

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A Kid from Queens Part 13

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Info: CA: Civil War Era. Tony Stark enlists his daughter to find the web slinging spider in Queens.

Word count: 2921

Warnings: PG-13. Please tell me if I need to add anything.

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Your breath caught in your throat as you jolted upright with a gasp. Your eyes scanned the room as realized you were awake and it was just a dream. A nightmare. Inhaling a few deep breaths, you attempted to control your breathing. Dropping your head into your hands and rubbing your eyes, as if to try and erase the images you saw.

You felt the bed shift beside you, and a quiet sweet voice rang through the silence.

“Y/N,” Two gentle hands found your body, wrapping comfortingly around you, “Are you ok?”

You simply nodded in response. You hadn’t looked at him yet. You were terrified that if you did you would just see flashes of what had woken you up only moments ago. It looked so real, it felt so real. But it wasn’t true, Peter was here, he was ok.

“Nightmare?” He asked quietly. A nod was all you could muster. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You raised your head finally, your eyes finding his in the dark. Reaching a hand out to cup his face and stroke his cheek, a sad smile donned your face that was meant to reassure Peter.

“Not really.” You whispered back with a shake of your head.

“That’s ok. Come here.” He beckoned you back into his arms.

You laid in silence with your head on his chest, listening to the smooth, melodic beating of his heart. Something was weighing heavily on your mind, Peter knew that much.

You propped your head up against his chest so that your eyes met.

“It’s just so unfair, for the universe to bring into my life the perfect guy at the most imperfect time.” You spoke suddenly.

“Maybe life’s not so cut and dry like that. Maybe there will never be a perfect time. Maybe we just have to make due with the time that we’re given.” Peter suggested.

You didn’t answer, you were lost in your own mind. Replaying the events of the last few weeks.

“What are you thinking about?” Peter asked, moving his fingers into your hair, finding your weakness.

“How none of this would have happened if it weren’t for that article.” You spoke with a guilty tone.

“You can’t know that, and now we can’t change that.” Peter tried to comfort you, since when did he get so mature?

“But I don’t want to-“ Your voice broke as tears began to well up in your eyes.

“Don’t want to what?” Peter asked, scanning your face in concern.

“Say goodbye to you. I just want to stay right here in this bed like this forever.” A stray tear slipped through the barricade and slid down your face.

“But you can’t. You can’t stop living just because of one slip up.” Peter tried to reassure you, swiping his thumb across your cheek to catch the tear.

“I just want to be with you, I wish it could just be as simple as that.” More tears began to spill now.

“Our lives will never be simple. I shoot webs and fight bad guys. You make technology that literally kills aliens. This isn’t simple, but it also doesn’t have to be. We can be perfectly complicated.” Peter smiled, trying to cheer you up, trying to give you hope.

“What if perfectly complicated means we have to wait for this press frenzy to blow over before we can be perfectly complicated together again?” You asked with a frown.

“If you think that’s what’s best, you know I’d wait however long for you.” Peter smiled a sweet, naive, hopeful smile. You sighed in response.

“That’s what I’m worried about! I don’t want you to press pause on your life for me. And what if it happens again? One picture, that’s all it takes, and we have to start this all over again.” You argued.

“So what do you want?” He asked quietly, pushing himself up slightly.

“It’s not what I want, but maybe what we need.” You answered quietly.

“And what’s that?” Peter asked, his tone and demeanor changed, as if he was preparing himself for your answer. As if he’d lost hope that this would go in his favor.

“Maybe we need time. Like a month or so, long enough for this to blow over. A month where we both get to live our separate lives. And at the end if we decide that it’s something worth fighting for— we give it a shot. Press or no press.” You suggested.

“I assume we wouldn’t be able to see each other during this month.” Peter asked, disappointed but understanding.

“Not unless absolutely necessary. Like emergencies or something.” You shook your head.

“And business? About the suit or something?” He asked once more.

“Happy’s still your point guy, you should probably just go through him.” You replied.

Peter sat quiet for a minute. Each growing second of silence made you more and more nervous waiting for his reply.

“Alright.” He nodded, and you smiled. He was giving this a chance, you were both giving this a chance, a fair fight, “Now would you get up here so I can kiss you? If this is my last night with you we’ve got to make it one to remember.” Your cheeks flushed at his forward ness.

“Bold of you to assume I could ever forget you Peter Parker.” You smiled sweetly, before your lips reunited.

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At 5 am F.R.I.D.A.Y. raised the electronic sunshades in your bedroom, letting in the early morning glow. You groaned as her voice filled the room, informing you of the time.

“It should be a crime to wake up this early.” Peter whined in a groggy voice.

“I agree,” You mumbled as you nuzzled into him, your head on his chest, tracing shapes with your anxious fingers. An unspoken heaviness hung around the room. You were both trying to make these last few moments last. One of you have to break the growing silence.

“I wish it didn’t have to be this way, trust me.” You looked up into his eyes.

“But it does.” He replied in understanding and you nodded.

You kissed him once more, like a prisoner on death row indulging in their last meal.

“Your guests will be arriving shortly Ms. Stark,” F.R.I.D.A.Y reminded you.

The two of you quickly and quietly got ready before walking Peter to the door.

“You’re really something Ms. Stark.” He smiled, standing in your doorway. You both agreed that it would be a good idea if he left through the lobby as Peter Parker, not as Spider-Man through a window.

“That’s Dr. Stark to you.” You smirked, cherishing what might be your last few tastes of witty banter with him.

“Oh my apologies doctor.” He mirrored your smirk and turned to leave.

“Hey Peter, “ You grabbed his wrist and pulled him back, wrapping your arms around him, “I really am sorry. I wish things were different.”

Peter tilted your chin up to him and kissed you one last time.

With an optimistic smile, he said, “Who knows, maybe one day they will be.”

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You welcomed Linda into your apartment not too long after. The first thing she did was squint and examine you, and you just knew a comment was coming.

“You look tired.” She raised a brow, the nerve of this woman.

“It’s 5:30 in the morning.” You retorted.

“Hm.” She scanned you up and down once more, “Well hair and makeup are on their way up, nothing some concealer and a hairbrush can’t fix.”

You sat in silence for the next hour, nearly nodding off every five minutes while your hair was pulled and your face covered.

Once the magic had been done Linda fiddled with your hair to make sure it was just the way she wanted it. A knock on your door pulled her from her trance, and the look on her face shifted: showtime.

As she pulled the door open with a smile that was far too bright for 6:30 am, you recognized the infamous Executive Editor immediately. You were surprised to see him, considering this wasn’t the site of a swanky new club opening or new age gallery party.

“Taylor Antrim, Vogue. It’s a pleasure to meet you Ms. Stark,” He spoke with a smirk as he stuck out his hand for you to shake. He exuded confidence, and you didn’t know whether to be intimidated or impressed.

“Y/N, please.” You smiled, taking his hand in yours. Two could play this game, you smirked back mirroring his cocky demeanor.

“Just wait until you hear his idea, it’s amazing!” Linda raved as we all took our place in your perfectly staged living room. She already knew? Of course she already knew, you thought, it was probably her idea in the first place.

“We want you to wear the dress.” The Editor spoke with an excited smile.

“The dress?” You asked carefully, fearing you already knew the answer.

“Your gala dress.” He answered, as if it was obvious. Your eyes grew wide. They took your silence as an opportunity to try and sell you on it, “As a show of strength, you’re fighting back. You’re rising above. A phoenix from the ashes. Regaining power over your trauma and not letting it rule your life. Just like you said- not letting them win.”

“But-” You tried but were cut off.

“It’s shocking, it’s new, it’s perfect.” Taylor spoke with expressive hand gestures.

“It’s torn and bloody.” You shot back, “Don’t you think that will be a little too... gory?”

“No no no. Picture it- Your hair and makeup is going to be fierce, edgy. You’ve got the dress, with the ripped slit up the thigh. It’s sexy, its powerful. Then pointed directly at the camera, you’ve got the Iron Man hand. You’re taking control; of your life, of your destiny, over the people who did this.” He laid it out for you, mimicking the movements and the pose.

You looked over to Linda and knew... you didn’t have a choice.

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“Hey Youtube, today we’re here with Y/N Stark in her new stunning 5th Avenue apartment. Why don’t you start the tour.” Your interviewer motioned to you with a cheerful smile. Maybe this wouldn’t be too bad, you thought.

“Right this way!” You welcoming them inside with a sultry smile, “So now, obviously, we’re in the living room. Over here we’ve got the kitchen. But we’ve got two options. Down this hallway, we've got a gym, an office, and a little lab where I’m working on a few new projects. Or we could go this way towards the bedroom, closet and terrace. Up to you.”

“We hear your closet is to die for! Why don’t we start there?” She spoke, tugging the camera man in that direction. Typical. No one cares about the tech you develop in the lab. They care about how many shoes you have.

“Let’s do it.” You laughed, doing your best to hide your annoyance and play your part.

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After a mind numbing few hours of getting footage of your entire apartment, you were finally free... somewhat. You had one of your planned outings with Thomas soon that you weren’t entirely dreading, though that’s mainly because who had a plan of your own.

Phase one: Dinner at a fancy restaurant known to be a spot rife with paparazzi.

Phase two: A stroll around 5th and into the park, arm in arm with some tipped off paparazzi following you around.

Phase three: Thomas inevitably invites you back up to his place after. Here’s where you’d usually decline and make up an excuse, but you needed to fast track a few things and knew this was the perfect opportunity. So you surprise him, and accept.

As Thomas ushers you into his house with a hand on your lower back that drops once the door was shut, you knew this was the best time to act. While his back is turned locking the door, you slip a bug onto the side of the entry table so you can easily snatch it on your way out. That will work on hacking into the wifi and any accounts affiliated with the network. You estimate it will take about 25 minutes to collect all the data for you to comb through once you return home. Now you just have to wait.

Thomas turned back to you, suspecting nothing, and offered you a drink. You declined as the two of you entered into the main sitting room. He was about to speak and fill the silence when his phone rang.

“What channel?” He spoke into the phone, picking up the TV remote and switching it to whatever channel someone, probably a publicist, was telling him to.

The volume began to blare as he adjusted it, and the sound of your name caused you to whip around and face the screen.

“Y/N Stark said herself that Thomas was over at the time of this Spider sighting. Is it possible that the answer is as simple as that? Thomas De Blasio is Spider-Man?” One reporter spoke, sounding very convinced at this frankly absurd conspiracy.

“They were both at the gala!” The co-host joined in, fueling the fire.

You stared at the screen in disbelief. As if things couldn’t get any worse, someone started a rumor that Thomas is Spider-Man. How could people even believe this? How could he possibly swing into the gala from the outside if he was already inside, cowering behind you might you add. But you also know that now a days, people don’t care about facts, they care about entertainment.

Surely his father, the mayor, wouldn’t want to be associated with a vigilante, these rumors have to be put to bed.

“Thomas, this isn’t good.” You turned back to him with a stern look.

“It would actually be kind of cool, all the attention I would get if I came out-” He tried to continue put you cut off his attention whore daydream.

“No. You have to deny this. Spider-Man is a... vigilante. You can’t have that connected to you and your father's campaign. They’d put you in jail, they’d make you sign the Accords... I don’t know, but none of this is worth it when it’s not even true.” You started to ramble but had to catch yourself before you let on more than you’d like.

“Uh fine, you’re right. But who’s to say they’d even believe me if I denied it.” He raised an eyebrow with a smirk, obviously loving this public attention right now.

“I’m not your publicist, I don’t know.” You shot back and turned back towards the screen to see if they’ve changed the subject yet.

“Whoever he is, you’re really trying to protect him, aren't you?” Thomas spoke, and your jaw dropped slightly. Maybe he wasn’t as dumb as you thought.

“What are you talking about?” You whipped back to face him, speaking with an angry tone, attempting to deny his correct accusation.

“Spider-Man.” He stated, like it was the most obvious thing in the world

“I don’t even know him.” You shook your head, and tried to make your tone sound as annoyed and convincing as possible.

“Sure you don’t. You can keep your secrets, whatever.” He rolled his eyes. Now you were really set off.

“I’m the one with secrets?!?” You yelled, motioning towards him with your finger, “You’re the one who used me- for years! You told me you loved me. Was any of that real?”

“Ok fine. You want the truth?” He yelled back, but the more he spoke the less angry his tone got and the more genuine it sounded, “The truth is that it started as a set up, yes. But along the way... yeah I started to fall for you. You’re more than just a pretty face, you’re smart and good. I didn’t want to hurt you.”

You shook your head and rolled your eyes. Turning your back on him once more.

“You know I was really worried about you after the gala. I saw you get hit and I didn’t think you were going to get back up.” He approached you, laying a hand on your shoulder.

“Well you were a big help cowering behind me while I stood up and fought.” You smacked his hand off as you turned around to retort.

“Well thank god Spider-Man showed up.” He spoke, not without insinuation.

“Why would someone even attack a campaign fundraiser?” You asked, looking for a shift in his eyes, to see if he knew something... but you saw nothing. You attempted to compose yourself, you couldn’t let your emotions get in the way and accidently expose your true motives here.

“People are crazy, this is New York baby. Come on, let’s have a drink, stay a while.” He motioned towards the bar, clearly wanting to get off this subject.

You heard F.R.I.D.A.Y. speak into your earpiece, “data retrieval complete”. Perfect timing.

“Can’t, I’ve got a million applications to read for the Internship Program.” You spoke, not dropping your slightly annoyed tone as you made your way towards the door, slipping your bug into your pocket, and Thomas didn’t suspect a thing. That’s what happens when you’re taught sleight of hand by Natasha Romanov.

As long as people continue to underestimate you, this was going to be a breeze. They’d never see you coming.

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the-salty-asian · 5 years ago

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The Spider and The Fly | The Spider Wasp

Series Masterlist

Warnings: language, protesting?, creepy guy harassment, mention of death, and fighting

Summary: Peter’s friends aren’t too fond of y/n.

Word Count: 3.1K

The crowded halls of Midtown High would always annoy y/n. Yet she praised them for hiding her as she eavesdropped on the argument Peter and his friends were having.

“There’s just something off about her, man.”

“Something off? Have you seen us!? There’s a little something off about us Ned!”

“You’ve barely known her for a week Peter!”

“But guys I’ve ne-

“Yea, yea you’ve never felt this way before.”

Peter’s face softened, “MJ, I’m sorry I didn’t feel-”

“It’s whatever Peter, it’s in the past. I just think she’s hiding something. We’re trying to look out for you.”

Peter sighed, “Maybe you guys are right, but she needs friends right now. She’s a newbie.”

Y/n frowned. Any sane person could see that Peter was heavily influenced by his friends when it came to making decisions. There was no possible way for her to get closer to Peter until his friends trusted her too.

She rounded the corner, “Hey Pete! Ned, MJ.”

MJ and Ned shared an annoyed glance behind Peter’s back while he stepped toward her.

“Y-y/n hey!”

“Only my friends call me MJ,”she shot her a dirty look before retreating down the hallway. She left the three staring at her back until she disappeared into the wall of students.

“Well isn’t she just a dark ray of sunshine today.”

Peter rubbed at the back of his neck, “I’m sorry about MJ, she’s not one to make friends easily.”

Ned shot his best friend a wary glance that didn’t go unnoticed by y/n’s eyes. Even if he wasn’t as open about his feelings towards her, y/n knew that there was some trust to be gained.

“So I’ve noticed.”

Y/n had found herself a permanent spot at the deemed “losers” table, much to Michelle and Ned’s disliking. By the third day, Peter had stopped gazing at Liz across the cafeteria. Even now she attempted to drill holes in the back of y/n’s head as she made him laugh.

“Hey guys I have something to show you.”

Her hands dipped into her bag and grasped for the box amongst the crumpled papers. It’s contents clinked together as she pulled it out and into the table. The second the boys laid eyes on its cover, their mouths fell agape.

“No waaayy!”

“I heard you guys were building a LEGO Death Star and I thought it’d be cool to add to your collection!”

“The Millennium Falcon!? That’s hella expensive, y/n!”

“I found a guy selling it online for cheap,”she lied.

The cheapest that the toy was going for was $50, even on the sketchiest of websites. Y/n had found it much easier to slip it in her bag and walk out the employee exit of the store.

Peter took the box from her hands and set it between him and Ned. Their eyes roamed the picture on the front while they grinned from ear to ear.

“I’ll need some help building it of course.”

Ned beamed at her,“We got you!”

“Yea totally!”Peter’s eyes lit up. “Hey do you wanna help us finish the Death Star first?”

The grin on Ned’s face fell and his eyes flickered to Michelle behind her book. Y/n felt the tension twist around her neck like a rope. She had to be careful to not kick the chair she balanced on.

“I’d love to Pete, if that's ok with you Ned?”

“Yea, I guess.”he looked like a kicked puppy. “Hey Pete, we gotta pick something up from the workshop before lunch is over.”

“No we don-”

“Yes.We.Do”

Ned’s fingers closed around Peter’s wrist, pulling his best friend up with him. Together they weaved their way out of the cafeteria, leaving y/n stranded with Michelle. She nervously eyed the book covering the girl’s face and hoped that it’d shield her for the rest of lunch.

“Winning us over with materialistic things, good play y/n.” She rested the book in her lap. “It won’t work with me though, sorry.”

The smile on y/n’s lips faltered but she quickly recovered. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”

“Yea sure.”

With that, Michelle shoved her book into her bag and followed the direction that Peter and Ned had gone.

The rest of the week went by in a flash and soon enough y/n sat on the floor next to a nearly finished LEGO Death Star. It would’ve been complete the next day. However when y/n arrived at Peter’s door the next day, she found the two boys standing apologetically, a heap of LEGO pieces between them.

“Can you tell me why we have to rebuild it again?”

The two boys exchanged a nervous glance. Y/n could tell there was a secret linked between them, something she may already have known.

“Oh um Peter scared the living shit out of me and I kinda dropped it?” Ned blused.

Y/n’s lips turned up into a smirk, “Ah right.”

Over the past few afternoons of LEGOs and witty conversations, Ned had warmed up to her. They began to banter as if they had known each other their whole lives. As they laughed over her latest remark, y/n couldn’t help but notice Peter’s eyes on her.

“Here you do the last piece, y/n.”

From the corner of her eye, she saw Ned’s face fall. LEGOs were a sacred thing the two boys had let her in on, much against his protests.

“Actually,”she grabbed Ned’s wrist and turned his palm towards the ceiling. “I think Ned should do it instead, Pete.”

A childish grin spread across Ned’s face as she pressed the plastic into his hand. His eyes whispered to her a silent thank you before he snapped the piece into place. High fives were passed around as they looked over their creation with pride. Their celebration was cut short by the smoke alarm and the slamming of an oven door. Smoke poured into Peter’s open doorway soon followed by May Parker. She leaned against the door frame leisurely waving the air with her oven mit.

“Hey, are you two joining us for dinner? I made my famous meatloaf!”

Y/n was quick to catch the warning glance that Peter gave his friend as Ned stumbled over his words. “I can’t Ms. Parker. I gotta head home.”

Her bottom lip jutted out, “Aww ok Ned, it was good to see you!”

“Yea you too Ms. Parker!”

Ned quickly shuffled past her and y/n contemplated following after him.

“How about you, y/n?”

Her stomach dropped, there was no getting out of this one. She had skirted by May’s dinner requests a couple of times, but she had run out of excuses.

Y/n looked nervously from Peter to his aunt, “Oh no, I don’t want to intrude.”

“Oh please sweetheart! I’ve been dying to meet the girl Peter doesn’t shut up about!”

Peter’s eyes widened, “MAY!”

A real laugh escaped y/n’s lips at how red he had turned.

“Y-you don’t have to if you want to. I’m sure-“

“Peter give her a break!”she laughed and took y/n’s hand in hers giving it a warm squeeze. “Will you join us?”

It took all that was in her not to flinch at May’s foreign, soft touch. She regained the smile on her face, “Yes, of course.”

“Great! Peter, will you set the table?”

To say the least, May Parker was no gourmet chef. With every swallow of meatloaf y/n had to choke down, she regretted her response to a dinner invitation. Every few seconds she’d glance at Peter who would flash her an apologetic smile. Meanwhile, his aunt was rapidly firing questions at her. She answered them with ease, all rehearsed parts of a script.

“What do your parents do?”

“Oh well my father-”how was she supposed to tell her that her father was set on killing the Avengers? “Is a traveling businessman.”

“And your mother?”

Her mother, the word was a knife to her bruised heart. She would tell the truth for this one, for her mother.

“S-she’s no longer with us.”

May reached for her hand across the table,“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry to hear that!”

Much to y/n’s relief, May stopped her questions shortly after that. Instead, she shared stories of baby Peter that made him cover his face with his hands in embarrassment. Some of them even coaxed a laugh to tumble from y/n’s lips.

“Will you stay for dessert?”

“As much as I’d love to! I should probably get home, it was very nice meeting you Ms. Parker!”

“Oh no please, call me May, y/n!”

“Have a goodnight!”

Peter held the door for her and quickly ushered her outside before May could break out the photo albums from the shelf. Only when he closed the door did he calm down a bit.

He raked a hand through his curls, “Thanks for coming I-i know May’s not the best cook but she-“

“It was fine Peter. Thanks for having me.”

She held his gaze all the while stepping closer to him until she almost had to crane her neck to look at him. Her arms wrapped around his middle and her face pressed into his strong chest. Peter hesitated before he enveloped her in his arms and his hands splayed on her back. They stayed like that for a moment making it a game of who would let go first. Y/n lost. She pulled away from Peter’s warmth and opened her apartment door.

“Oh um goodnight, y/n!”

“Goodnight Pete,”she giggled at the state her hug left him in.

She closed the wood with a click, leaving a flustered Peter standing in the hallway. Through the spyhole she watched as Peter cheered silently before dancing happily through his door.

Things were starting to run more smoothly, Ned would greet her at lunch and y/n had received multiple dinner invitations from May. The only one who seemed to still give her the cold shoulder was Michelle. Y/n had tried every way she had known to get Michelle to like her. From bringing her all of her favorite foods at lunch to conversations about her favorite novels, the bookworm wasn’t easily swayed. But she herself even told y/n, materials meant nothing to Michelle. Y/n had spent every minute in class finding ways to get the girl on her side.

In front of her a couple girls whispered in hushed tones. Their giggles weren’t hard to notice but what had caught her attention was “protest”. She leaned over and tapped the closest girl on the shoulder.

“Hey what protest?”

“Oh, the women’s rights protest in Kissena Park! I didn’t take you for the protesting type.”

A wry smile formed on her lips, “I’m gonna give it a go, yea.”

Up until the bell rang, y/n was itching to find Michelle before she disappeared in the hive of students. When the clock finally reached 2:45, she was the first one out the door and running down the hall to her locker. Heads turned to look at her curiously as she ran about Midtown High’s campus in search of Michelle Jones. She found her almost to the school’s front doors.

“Hey! MJ-Michelle wait!”

To her surprise, she stopped in her tracks and spun around to meet her. Y/n’s shoes squeaked against the linoleum floor in an attempt to stop herself from colliding with her. Michelle’s face was washed in annoyance, her eyes stared down at y/n’s bent over figure.

“Well?”

“I w-was wondering if you were going to the women’s rights protest. The one in Kissena Park?”

“Yea,” Michelle crossed her arms over her chest while her dark eyes worked over y/n. “What about it?”

“Can I maybe join you?”

She took the request into consideration, chewing it over in her brain. Y/n almost thought that Michelle would spit it back in her face.

“Yea I don’t care, why not?”

“Great! I’ll meet you there?”

Michelle was already walking away, “Whatever.”

The fictional smile on y/n’s face while her eyes remained on the girl’s back. What an afternoon it was going to be.

Two hours later, y/n found herself getting off the bus right outside Kissena Park. A large crowd of women were already gathering at the front gate, signs in tow. After some searching, y/n finally found Michelle amongst them wielding a “guns have more rights than my vagina” sign.

Y/n’s mind panicked, she didn’t have a sign to flaunt. Her eyes scanned the crowd for an easy sign to pick off someone. And there it was, her saving grace. A large pink sign was propped up against the iron fence that read, “A vagina brought you into this world, a vagina can vote you out.” She shrugged, it was good enough for her.

“Hey Michelle!”

She spun around to reveal a wild grin on her face. This was Michelle in her element, no walls and no guard up. Her eyes surveyed the sign in y/n’s eyes before letting out a laugh.

“I like your sign.”

“Thanks, I like yours too.”

“Well come on, women’s rights aren’t gonna win themselves!”

At first. y/n didn’t appreciate the crowd, it made her on edge. Nothing good came out of waiting in large numbers. But as she watched Michelle’s defenses unravel she too felt the knot on her worries loosen. Soon enough they were walking side by side yelling with the crowd.

The girls walked the remainder of the park after the protest had finished. Y/n had finally chipped away at Michelle’s wall as they giggled endlessly over books and the students of Midtown High.”

“Who am I now?”Michelle bent her knees slightly. “You guys wanna take a ride in my new whip that’s not actually mine! Oh hey there’s Penis Park-“

“What are some pretty ladies like you doin down here?”

They had been too busy laughing that they hadn’t noticed the man approaching them on the other side of the walkway. Michelle was quick to brush past him but not quite enough. The man grabbed her by the upper arm and shoved his face in hers.

“Hey I’m talking to you!”

Michelle’s eyes were bulging with fear and she wasn’t strong enough to pull away from the stranger’s grip.

“Hey asshole don’t touch her!”

Y/n’s hands grabbed at his jacket sleeve and she aimed her knee at his lower half. It’s first attempt connected with his stomach and the second his groin. The attacker crumpled to the cement clutching his asset. Y/n wasted no time in kneeling beside him and taking his face in one hand. Her mouth hovered over his ear and she made sure that Michelle couldn’t see her next action.

She slipped a twenty dollar bill into his jacket pocket, “Sorry about that Kev’ I gotta make it believable.”

With that she stood and kicked him once in the ribs for good measure before turning towards Michelle. Her jaw was as low as the floor and her eyes wide with awe.

“Wow that was badass!”

“Thanks,”she took a hold of her hand. “I think we should get out of here.”

Michelle led y/n to the bus station, reenacting the fight scene the whole way there. Y/n couldn’t help but laugh as she punched the air in front of her with a few added sound effects.

“Hey,”Michelle stopped them just before the bus stop. “you maybe wanna come to my house tonight?”

She cracked a smile, “I’d love to.”

They say a person’s room often reveals a lot about them. This much was true about Michelle’s. Every surface was adorned with stacks of books except a small designated area for academic trophies. Crammed in the small space left on her dresser were three framed photos. One was of her family all gathered around a Christmas tree, another a photo of Midtown’s Academic team. The last one caught y/n’s eye, Michelle was holding the camera while Peter had his arm wrapped around her shoulders. They both grinned up at y/n who had taken the photo in her hands.

“I’m sorry for the mess I don’t really have visitors.”

At the sound of Michelle’s voice, she thrust the photo back into its place. The bookworm emerged in the doorway with her arms overflowing with snacks.

Y/n pointed at the photo, “So you and Peter huh?”

“Oh um no,”her eyes focused on her sock clad feet. “We’re just friends.”

“I’m not sure what you’re into but I got some movies that aren’t Star Wars, if you wanna watch those?”she laughed.

“Yea that’d be great!”

After two movies and a ton of snacks, the two girls laid on their backs staring into the abyss before them and listening to the sounds of the city outside Michelle’s window. A soft silence settled in the darkness around the bed. Y/n could sense the slowing of the girl’s breaths and prayed that Michelle was a heavy sleeper. Yet it was quite the opposite. Minutes passed before y/n attempted to slide off the mattress, when she was met with Michelle’s sleepy voice.

“Can I confess something?”she mumbled into the darkness.

Internally she did a victory dance, confessions were good. Y/n hummed beside her and felt the shift in the mattress as Michelle rolled over to face her. She followed in suit, her eyes finding Michelle’s dark ones.

“I’ve never really had a girls’ night.”

She feigned a gasp, “Really?”

A pain settled in her chest, it was her first girls’ night as well, and she was spending it to get information to kill the girl’s best friend. This was all kinds of fucked up on y/n’s part.

“Yea I don’t really like the female population at Midtown, but you’re different. I don’t know how just yet but you are.”

Y/n’s stomach sank. She was different because she wasn’t meant to be a regular teenager. Her sole purpose was to serve her father. Even if that meant to kill Peter Parker.

“Thanks?”

“I’m still new with this compliment thing. Give me a break.”

“Goodnight Michelle.”y/n chuckled.

“MJ.”

“What?”

She rolled over to face y/n again. Her eyes shone in the moonlight filtering through her window and a rare toothy smile was plastered on her face.

“You can call me MJ.”

A/n: After this I kinda want to turn it into an MJ x reader fic lmao.

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rock-n-roll-refugee · 6 years ago

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Ultraviolence~Chapter 1

I had to rewrite this because I forgot to save it... shoot me

PART 2 OUT NOW ON MY PAGE (I’m too lazy and dumb to link)

Peter Parker x Villain!Reader

A/N: This is something I wanna try, and I know I suck at writing and sticking to one project so let’s see how well this goes. And if y’all like this please let me know I feed off your complements :( also idk what The Hand is, i know its from Daredevil, but I'm just using it randomly. sorry

warnings: a lot of swearing lol, violence, blood

If you watched A Clockwork Orange you would know that the storyline follows a madman’s twisted descent into normality. Substitute Def Leppard for the old Ludwig Van and you have the tragic story of (Y/N) (Y/L/N).

She had many similarities to the infamous Alex Delarge in which they both are mentally deranged and crave that sweet taste of violence. (Y/N) also took part in somewhat of a gang, but it wasn’t like Alex’s droogs. It was more of an ancient organization of assassins than a gang, but nonetheless, she was on the wrong side of the law. The organization was called The Hand and she was taken in by Bakuto, the leader, when she was only four after her father killed her mother and abandoned a very young (Y/N) on the streets. Her father was a rouge member and destroyed his family so he could escape for himself. Or at least that was the story she was told. Bakuto took her in because he saw potential, or maybe it was just her superhuman powers, for she had the ability to manipulate the elements into any weapon of choice making her an excellent weapon for The Hand.

It was a typical mission, take out a corrupt entrepreneur who had got caught in a bad situation with some bad people. It was a task that she had preformed many times over many years, but today was different. It was her first solo mission.

“Its in and out. Simple as that.” she whispered to herself.

She scaled the building, it was a large villa on the edge Lake George in New York. It was magnificent and it all came from dirty money. The atmosphere gave her a boost of confidence and she decided, why not have a little fun? Unlike the rest of The Hand, she always liked to spice up her assassinations with a little flare. Just like her idol Mr. Delarge, she was always one for the dramatics. A lot of her inspiration came from her favorite movie, as you know, is A Clockwork Orange. However, this was the only film (Y/N) (Y/L/N) has ever sense there wasn't anything to compare to. She smuggled the film into base, knowing she was forbidden to view films from the outside, and that it would disrupt her training, but it was her only memory with her previous family. Her father would watch this movie and to her mother’s dismay, she watched it along with him even though it was a movie very unsuitable for young eyes. What should be considered an awful memory according to Bakuto was something of comfort for (Y/N). Unlike most, she sympathized for Alex Delarge, and even though he was meant to be an evil “anti-hero”, she was able to relate to his strife.

She was lost in her thoughts when she heard the front doors open and close. She snuck to a new hiding spot and watch guests flow into the mansion. There was a corporate celebration being held tonight, and what better way of sending a message than in front of maybe hundreds. The hours passed and it became gradually hard to stay hidden due to the vast amount of party goers. She was ahead of the game however and was prepared for this situation. She changed into appropriate attire for the event, which was a black camisole dress layered with a mesh long sleeve dress with gold embroidery, which was provided to her. She slipped on the obligatory heels and joined the party, waiting for the right moment to strike.

“I don’t understand Mr. Stark, why did you have to bring me here again?” Peter whined at Tony as the exited the car.

“Kid, if you want to be involved with Stark Industries you need to know how to go to things like this.” Tony said waving off Happy.

“Who is this guy anyways?” Peter said trying to keep up with Tony

“This guy is a pretty big investor in my company, and it would be rude of us not to go. He’s kind of a jackass though.”

They maneuvered their way through the crowd, shaking hands and greeting unfamiliar people. They finally found a place to stand, to be greeted by yet more money sniffing mongrels wanting to stuff their greedy hands into Tony’s pockets. Peter slouched over getting bored after only 15 minutes and waiting for this event to be over. He groaned and Tony rolled his eyes and sighed. Peter’s eyes began to scan the room for something slightly interesting, when he caught a good look at her. His posture suddenly improved grabbing Tony’s attention. He watched Peter drool over the (Y/H/C) haired girl in the black and gold dress, watching every move she made.

“Quit drooling kid and go talk to her.” Tony demanded. Peter’s eyes went large.

“Wha-what do you mean Mr. Stark?” Peter stuttered looking back from her and Tony.

“You really aren’t subtle.” Tony said face palming, “quit groaning and go over there. Gives you something to do rather than bugging me all night.”

Tony nudged Peter in her direction and he slowly and awkwardly waddled over to her. She stood in a pretty empty part of the party with her arms crossed, just staring blankly into the crowd.

“he-hey” he said softly

She looked at the nervous boy with her eyebrow raised,

“hi” she said easily dismissing him

“um... so... cool party right?”

“right.” she said giving only a sliver of attention the the boy. Her attitude gave him a weird boost in confidence.

“So, what’s your name?” He asked throwing her off guard.

“Uhhh...” she was preparing to go unnoticed and not talk to anyone, so she didn’t even bother coming up with a fake name. She frantically scanned the room for ideas. She looked over to the bar and saw the bartender pouring a drink for a partygoer,

“Scotch...” she muttered, “Scotch uhhhh...”

She then saw a man walk by wearing a brown leather jacket,

“Leather?” She said unsure.

“Scotch Leather?” Peter asked

“Yeah...” she said mentally face palming.

He began to burst out laughing as she joined him laughing nervously.

“I’m so sorry, I know that’s your name and its very rude of me to laugh, but no offense, that sounds like a stripper’s name.” He said as she scoffed. She realized the humor in it and began to laugh hysterically with him.

Hours went by, and the two just talked and laughed about everything. As night fell, they heard a glass being chimed, attracting everyone’s attention. The host, and (Y/N)’s target stood up in the front of the room.

“That’s my cue” she said to herself.

“Sorry what?” Peter said no catching what she was saying.

“Oh, I said I need to use the restroom.” she said putting down her glass of water, “It was nice meeting you Parker.”

Peter smiled victoriously and marched back to Tony.

“You were over there for a while. How’d it go?” Tony whispered as the host began his speech.

“Amazing! She's smart, and pretty, and my age too!” Peter told him ecstatically.

“Did you get her number?”

“Crap.”

She had changed back into her previous attire and snuck onto the roof where she had a good view of her target. She tied her hair up into a tight bun and slipped on her mask. She had to use her full face mask due to the fact that she walked around the party for a while and enough people saw her face to be able to show it. She groaned at the suffocation and begrudgingly stuffed her head in. It was musty and smelled like sweat, and the connected goggles were scratched up and foggy. The one advantage was that her identity was completely hidden and she looked pretty freaky. She adjusted her suit, which was an all black bulletproof suit that went up to her neck, and cargo pants and boots over the suit.

She reached out her hand and a chunk of metal melted from a bare pipe and flew into her hand, shaping into a katana once it touched her palm. she peaked through the skylight at the target, still rambling on.

“...and to all those who have been a part of my project, I’d like to thank and for the profits, we are making more than we anticipated, so I am making a proposal for the next...”

He droned on for a long time, but she had to wait for the perfect moment. She wanted to make her first solo mission something to remember.

She cut a hole through the skylight and swiftly hopped down right behind him, barely making a noise when her feet touched the floor. She went unnoticed until she stood up behind him. She was merely a shadow, and barely visible, but what caught everyone’s eye was the gleam of her sword. The crowd audibly gasps at the intruder and a frightened murmur is heard throughout the room.

“I know, I know. These new plans are ambitious, but trust me I have a plan to initiate a...” he says, as a reply to the gasps and murmurs.

The assassin smirks under her mask as the host turns around confused as to why the crowd looked frightened, and the moment he is face to face with her she sheaths her katana deep into his heart. The people in the crown scream and run frantically out of the building. She chuckles knowing the scene looks almost like renaissance painting, her and the target dead center, his eyes rolled back into his head, and the frenzy of the guests scattering the ironically serene and exquisite room. It was almost poetic and how she wished she could get a snapshot of the moment. She twisted the sword making the man scream out in pain and retracted her sword, taking one last look at the magnificent scene and scurrying off.

“Hey Peter?” Tony asked, not looking directly at him

“Y-yeah?”

“Do you have your suit on you?”

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thegoodthebadthesickly · 5 years ago

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Peter Parker- Nightmares

Request: Nightmares

Fandom: MCU

Requested By: I honestly don’t remember, it’s been 8 months. Maybe me?

Warnings: nightmares

Tony Stark doesn’t get to die until I say! So, we’re just ignoring the last half of End Game. Cool? Cool.

@badthingshappenbingo

Stars are completed, Swirls are requested

"Spider-Man's real name-" Beck's voice and image cut out and for a moment there was only the odd silence of the people enthralled in the story unfolding on the jumbo screen, the crackle of the grainy video feed, and the blood rushing in Peter's ears.

"Spider-Man's real name is Peter-" Beck briefly looked off screen, looking scared out of his mind. Peter saw himself walk into the upper third of the frame. "Spider-Man's real name is Peter Parker!" The video went dead as there was a blast in the background, the drones that Peter had signaled that day in London.

"There you have it folks! The menace that's been-" Jameson snarled as he appeared back on the jumbo screen. Peter couldn't hear him anymore though. He thought he might pass out, tightening his grip on the top of the street light, Peter looked around, his spideysense going crazy. Everyone was looking at him.

"Peter, I recommend getting out of sight." Karen chirped into his earpiece.

Peter grunted a response, trusting his muscle memory to take over as he slung a web out to the nearest building and loosened his grip on the street light.

He was on the ground. Half of New York stood behind him, palpable anger coming off of them in waves. Peter tried to shoot another web, but he was no longer wearing his suit. He was just Peter Parker. The crowd was getting closer, his spideysense setting off loud alarm bells.

MJ was standing in front of him, wearing the dress she'd worn on their date.

"MJ, thank God! I need to get out of here! They know, everybody knows!" Peter started to cry, everything was falling apart and the only thing he could do was run.

MJ opened her mouth to speak, but when she did, it was Quentin Beck's voice.

"Here we go again, Peter Parker making yet another mess for the great Tony Stark to clean up! Michelle crossed her arms, looking down her nose at Peter.

He was going to pass out. Everything was too much. Peter squeezed his eyes shut and rubbed at them roughly. When he opened his eyes again, Quentin Beck himself stood before him.

"You-you're dead!" Peter stumbled back a few steps, his heart in his throat.

"And who's fault is that?" Beck took a step forward. "You should have left this one to the big boys, Peter." Beck tutted.

Peter's eyes drifted over Quentin's shoulder to see Tony. He shoved Beck aside and skidded to a halt in front of Tony.

"T-Tony, I-I don't know what to do! This is all my fault." Peter sobbed. Looking around, Peter watched as the scenes from London played out around him. Flaming drones falling out of the sky, people running away screaming. The same helplessness that had weighed him down then pushed at Peter from all sides now. Peter looked at Tony, pleading.

"You're right. This is all your fault." Peter wished he'd missed the way Tony's eyes had flickered down to his heavily burned arm and hand that now hung limp and useless at his side.

Peter couldn't help but notice the red tinge that had fallen over everything. He looked around and wanted to vomit. Titan. They were back on Titan.

"I never should have given you the suit back." Tony spat. "This was all your fault." Peter wished he'd missed the way Tony's eyes flickered to his shriveled arm that now hung limp and useless at his side. "Better yet, you could have been the one to use the gauntlet." Tony laughed wickedly. "You couldn't have actually made yourself useful for once, could you? Spider-Man disappears, and then what? A few stores get robbed in Brooklyn? Iron Man disappears and a few thousand people die because some psycho decided to send a bomb hurtling toward New York?" Tony turned to walk away, but turned back. "I never should have given you the suit back. Turns out, you were nothing with or without it." He spat, striding across the dusty surface of Titan.

"T-Tony! Plea-please, come back!" Peter screamed. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't breathe! Peter dropped to his knees, sobbing, trying to suck in any kind of oxygen, but there was nothing. Then, he was falling. The ground beneath him gave way to darkness and all he could do was sob and fall and struggle for a breath of air.

"-ter, Peter, calm down! You're safe. It's me. it’s Tony. You're safe."

Tony listened as the next sob died in Peter's throat. He held Peter back slightly and watched as hazel eyes tried to focus on his face. He'd been holding Peter in a bear hug against his chest-- which would be a lot easier with two arms--trying to keep him from thrashing into anything and hurting himself. Tony was pretty sure he'd have a black eye in the morning.

"Ton-Tony?" Peter sobbed, messily trying to roll out of the man's lap. He was dying. He couldn't breathe. His heart was going to beat out of his chest. Peter backed himself against the headboard of the bed, seemingly trying to disappear into it, his eyes darting back and forth wildly and his chest heaving.

"Pete," Tony tried, no answer. He tried again, this time with a little more authority in his voice.

Peter could barely hear over the thundering heartbeat in his ears bumbumbumbumbum.

"Peter, look at me." Tony waited as Peter's eyes found his.

bumbumbumbumbum

Peter managed to push down the panic for a moment to look at Tony, but when he did, fresh tears began rolling down his cheeks.

"I-I can't!" Peter wheezed. bumbumbumbum

"What can't you do?" Tony asked, fighting to stay calm and not sound as worried as he felt. This was far from the first event like this, but they didn't get any easier.

"Can't-can't breathe."

"Alright, we've been through this before. Let's go through the list: am I real?" Tony held his good hand out for Peter to hold.

Tentatively, Peter reached out to take Tony's hand, never taking his eyes off of him. They made contact and Tony scooted a bit closer on the bed.

"Yes." Peter sucked in a small breath. In. Out. bumbumbumbum

"Good. Is the bed real?"

Peter pushed his other hand into the mattress, trying to take in the way it pushed back against his force.

"Yes." In. Out. bumbum bumbumbum

"Are you real?"

Peter took his hand off of the bed and put it on his own arm, his hand was warm and sweaty, but it was real.

"Yes." In. Out.

"Am I safe? Right here. Right now."

No! Peter's brain wanted to scream, but he knew what he needed to say. The logical part of him knew that what had just happened was a dream.

"Y-yes." In. Out. bumbum bumbum bumbum

"Are you safe? Right here. Right now."

No! Everyone knows! Everyone-

"Yes." In. Out. Peter tried to unwind his taut muscles slightly and tried to breathe a little deeper. It was getting easier. He closed his eyes and hung his head. He wished he could stop crying.

"Good. You're safe, I'm safe, your Aunt's safe, Nesbitt and Makayla are safe. We're all okay."

"Ned and Michelle." Peter huffed, smiling slightly. bum bum bum bum

"Meh." Tony shrugged with a half smile. "Do you want to talk about it?" He asked softly.

"It was the same-" Peter took a shuddering breath "same as always. Everybody found out and then Beck was back and then-" Peter cut himself off, the addition of Tony was relatively new. He hadn't actually told him about that part.

"Then?"

"N-nothing. Just London, and Beck, and MJ." Peter pulled his hand out of Tony's and sat back and crossed his legs.

"Peter. We promised no secrets." Tony tried to look as sincere as possible, putting on his best dad face.

Peter's gaze fell to the duvet. He focused on breathing as he picked at a loose thread.

"Peter." Tony said.

In spite of himself, Peter looked up.

"Listen, if you really don't want to talk about this, I won't push, but the only way this gets better is talking it out. I only agreed no therapist because you said you'd talk to me when you needed to." Tony pushed softly.

"There's something new, in the nightmares, I mean."

"Okay, I'm all ears."

"It's um-it's you-you." Peter stuttered, clenching his jaw to stop a fresh stream of tears.

"Me?" Tony breathed. There was a metallic taste in his mouth, the fact that his kid had been so twisted by everything to ever be able to think Tony would hurt him made him feel sick.

Peter nodded.

"What else?"

"You just keep telling me ev-everything's my fault and it should have been me to sacrifice myself on Titan. You said I'm not worthy of the suit." Peter whispered, new, silent tears making his eyes even more bloodshot.

"Pete, I-" Tony tried, but he felt lost. What could he say? That it had never crossed his mind that someone else could have used the gauntlet on Titan--although he'd never in a hundred thousand lifetimes wish that it had been Peter--or that he hadn't spent quite a bit of time in the past few years cleaning up messes that more than a few times had originated with Spider-Man?

Tony took a deep breath and tried again. "Pete, listen, I won't tell you that there are times that I've wished it could have been somebody else on Titan, but I have never, would never, wish that it had been you. Now, have you had a few slip ups while trying to figure out all of this "friendly neighborhood Spider-Man stuff? Sure, but so did everyone else. Go ask any of the Avengers, including me, and we'll tell you stories about how people got hurt or the bad guy won because of something we did or didn't do. It sucks, like monumentally sucks, but it's part of the whole hero gig. You live, you knock down a few buildings, you learn. You have to remember that you are literally a teenager. You're still learning and growing, in and out of the suit. Bad stuff is going to happen sometimes and the only thing that matters is that you learn from it and keep putting that suit on and trying to do the right thing. You have proved to me and everyone else, time and time again, that you are more that worthy of that suit." Tony huffed, exhausted after his mini monologue.

Peter just stared, his tired brain, still reeling from the nightmare, not really sure what to do with what Tony had said, so he just yawned. Suddenly, he was dead tired, all of the adrenaline leaving his body at once.

"I just need you to know that I will never be mad at you for learning and growing and I will always be glad that we have a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man on our side." Tony smiled, eyes watery.

"Thank-thank you." Peter sighed, sagging a little in relief.

"Do you think you can get back to sleep?" Tony asked.

"Yeah." Peter said, but looked like he wanted to say more.

"Alright. I'm right down the hall, kiddo. All you have to do is yell." Tony reassured Peter as he walked toward the door.

"Tony?" Peter whispered as Tony put his hand over the light switch to turn it off.

"Yeah, kid?"

"Can, um, can you stay? It's just that I don't-I don't really want to be alone right now." Peter twiddled his thumbs.

"Always. I'll always stay for you, Pete." Tony smiled softly, holding back tears.

Tony watched Peter squirm back under the duvet before he turned the light off. Peter scooted to one side, allowing Tony just enough room to lay down.

Tony lay down and listened to the silence for a moment, waiting for Peter's breathing to even out and tell him he'd slipped back into sleep. Instead, he felt the bed shift as Peter moved closer to him. Tony, knowing Peter would never actually ask, raised his arm slightly to allow Peter to curl into his side. When Peter was comfortable, Tony put his arm down, rubbing small, comforting circles on Peter's arm. Eventually, Tony thought he heard Peter's breathing even out and was about to let himself drift off as well when Peter whispered his name.

"Tony?"

"Yeah? You okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. I just can't stop thinking..."

"I know what you-" Tony had been about to reassure Peter that he knew what it felt like to have a racing mind after a nightmare, but Peter cut him off.

"Do you think whales have feelings?"

Tony shifted a bit to look at Peter, wondering if he was serious. Puffy, innocent eyes stared back at him through the dark.

"Go to sleep, Peter." Tony huffed, a smile on his voice, closing his eyes.

Peter didn't say anything else, and Tony could hear his breathing getting more even.

Suddenly, Tony's eyes popped open again.

"Damnit!" He rubbed his face, sitting up. "Now I have to know if whales have feelings."

Peter snickered quietly.

"C'mon, Pete. Let's go to the lab."

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itsanerdlife · 6 years ago

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Mistakes Made 14/30

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warning: Self doubt. Violence. Anger. Back stabbing. Lying. Arguing. Separation. Blood. Law breaking. Cat Fights. Stalking. A lot of anger. Team fighting. Feelings of being pathetic. Sneaking around. Betrayal.

“When one path is cut off, it’s the world’s way of telling you what you want isn’t what you need.” Steve Rogers is your best friend and you’re harboring the worst, most pathetic crush for him. But when Steve’s no longer got the time for you. When Steve starts dating the horrible and sketchy Agent Holly Smith. You’re left heart broken and in a slump. You got your heart broken in one go. The man you wanted and your best friend. Peter Parker steps in, picking up all your broken pieces. He makes you laugh, makes your heart flutter, and he knows exactly what you are. You’re falling head over heels for Peter. But the team isn’t whole with you and Steve on the outs. A drunk text and misunderstanding, everything you had comes crashing down around you. Assassins are trained to lie, kill and never be trusted. You’ve got nothing left to lose now. Where will you and Peter end up? Is there really such thing as a happy ending in this life? Or is there someone pull the threads to your happiness and life?

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Peter pushes himself up, sliding to the edge of the hospital bed. “I’m going to find the doctor and text the team.” He stands, leaning over kissing you quickly, before he heads for the door.

“Babe.” You smile when he turns around.

“Yeah?” He grins.

“Water, please?” You ask.

“Of course.” He nods, leaving quickly.

“Boy does he love you.” Tony chuckles, kicking back in the chair.

“I know.” You nod slowly.

“No, my sweet girl, you have no idea.” Tony smiles softly. “When you blacked out and he thought you had died.” He swallows for a moment. “That kid collapsed into my arms and tears.” He watches you swallow. “I’ve never seen him like that.” He adds.

“Tony.” You chew your bottom lip.

“Yes?” He smiles.

“Do you think the universe has a way of leading you away from what you think you want, to what you really need?” You ask softly, remember your conversation with Peter on that first lunch.

“I do.” Tony nods.

“Me too.” You sigh. “I was so blind waiting for Steve to notice me. I never looked up to see Peter was just waiting for me to look around.” You flush pink.

“Are you happy?” Tony asks watching you.

“Tony I love him. In the take a fucking bullet for him.” You snort, looking down at the IV in the back of your hand. “Maybe even his last name kind of way.” You shrug.

“That’s a very big way to love someone.” Tony comments.

“A way I never loved Steve.” You admit. “I’m starting to see, I never loved Steve.” You shrug.

“Have you thought about, maybe closure for you and Steve?” He wonders.

“Closure?” You blink looking at him again.

“Settle everything still clouded with you and him.” He nods.

“You think?” You chew your bottom lip. Maybe that’s what was standing in the way of the team being normal. You had so much left between the two of you, unspoken and left open.

“Might be for the best.” Tony shrugs. “No lingering questions, about what was.” He explains.

“Maybe.” You nod. The door to the room opens and Peter strolls in.

“Water, and a popsicle.” He holds up a freeze pop and a foam cup with a red straw in the lid.

“Oh, I’m spoiled.” You grin at him.

“Doctor will be in, in a moment.” Peter settles in next to you once more. You sip slowly from the cup, settling in against Peter. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, a small smile on his face.

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You sat in Peter’s bed, watching him move around the room. You chew your bottom lip, not really hearing anything he was saying, your mind running on its own. He suddenly sits down next to you, making you look up confused.

“What’s on your mind?” He smiles.

“Do you remember that first lunch we had?” You ask.

“I do. Why?” He nods slowly.

“Something you said keeps coming back to me.” You sigh.

“What’s that?” He watches you.

“It’s the worlds way of showing you what you want isn’t what you need.” You repeat the words back to him.

“Aunt May is wise.” He smiles.

“Peter you’ve been in love with me for so long, and you just let me throw myself at Steve.” You shake your head.

“I love you, Y/N.” He nods. “But I’m not selfish. If you didn’t want me that’s fine. I would be happy as long as you were happy. Even if it wasn’t with me.” He admits.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to notice you were waiting on me.” You slip your hand into his, giving it a squeeze.

“It’s alright, you were worth the wait.” He grins at you.

“Promise you’ll stay, no matter what?” You ask.

“I waited this long to have you, do you think I’m honestly going to leave you now?” He chuckles, leaning in to kiss you.

“Good.” You put your hands on his chest, grinning at him. “Cause I need you Peter Parker.” You nod.

“Nah,” he brushes your hair back “it’s more like I need you.” He presses another kiss to your lips.

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Aunt May pulls you into her, hugging you with strength you wouldn’t have guessed an older woman would have. You hug her back, before she pulls back, looking you over.

“That was stupid.” She scolds you. “And reckless.” She adds in a rather stern voice. “I’ve aged beyond my years.” She pulls you in again. “Don’t you do that to us again, you hear me?” She sighs, letting you go.

“I hear you.” You grin at her.

“Thank you for protecting my boy.” She speaks softly just for the two of you.

“I’d do it again.” You grin at her, winking. She turns on Peter, a swat to the side of his head.

“How could you?” She demands as Peter rubs the side of his head where she hit him. “Were you not paying attention?” She questions him. “Are you trying to hurt an old woman?” She huffs at him.

“Aunt May, I didn’t do it on purpose.” Peter sighs.

“Well thank god one of you was paying attention.” She almost looks like she was pouting. “I died a few times since that phone call.” She hugs Peter, squeezing tightly to him.

“Aunt May, I think you need a shot.” Nat pours another shot glass, setting it on the island for Aunt May as she pulls away from Peter.

“I’m old, I don’t do shots.” She waves her off. You and Peter shake your heads, the woman was only in her later forties.

“Awkward.” Buck clears his throat, holding a shot glass.

“Okay, fine.” Aunt May sighs. “I’ll do one.” She takes the glass.

“Oh this is going to get so weird.” Peter rubs his hand down his face.

“This is going to be so fun.” You grin, picking up a shot glass as well.

“You’re getting my Aunt drunk.” He mutters next to you.

“You say that like it’s not going to be so much fun.” You giggle at him.

“You’re trouble.” Peter smirks at you, watching the rest of you throw back your shots with Aunt May.

“Love you too.” You grin at him.

You stood in the kitchen filling your glass with ice, watching the only family you had. Everyone sat around the living room, throwing down cards and yelling. A game of waterfall was in full swing and getting ugly as everyone went from buzzed to drunk. It was weird not having Steve apart of these type of things, you understood why.

But maybe you could make the steps to fix things. Instead of splitting the family up, for petty reasons. You pull out your phone, you squint at the screen as you thumb out the text quickly. Hitting send you shove your phone into your back pocket, grabbing your glass, you head into the living room. Dropping into the seat next to Peter.

He grins pulling your legs over his knee. His hand slips in between your thighs, just above your knees, giving your leg a soft squeeze. How was it possible to be so in love with someone? Peter changed your whole world and you didn’t even notice, till you were already head over heels.

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imyourliquor-youremypoison · 6 years ago

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A Girl’s Best Friend (Peter Parker x OC) - Part 10

Synopsis: Diamonds are man’s best friend- or dogs are girls’ best friends, wait… how does the saying go again?

Warnings: Family issues; Peter has a crush and it’s complicated; mention of assault; good dogs; College AU; aged up! characters; TONY STARK IS ALIVE AND WE ALL LIVE IN A HAPPY PLACE CALLED DENIAL

A/N: This is a BIG STEP for Peter and Em, but ooooh boy you guys are in for a long ride. I just finished writing chapter 18 and let me tell you, this slow burn is getting out of hand. Leave feedback for quicker updates!

Word count: 3.2k

Part 9 <<< >>> Part 11

MASTERLIST

Last time he had such a bad case of nerves, he was on another planet, fighting for humanity and the fate of all living things. Well, that and the time he overslept and nearly missed the final exam of this first semester, almost not passing.

What was it with this girl that made him want to do good all the time? The crushing need to impress her made him lose his cool and overdo everything. He had caught himself considering truly unreasonable plans for tonight’s date as she hadn’t told him she wanted to do anything specific. It ranged from a classic dinner at a high-end restaurant to a full-blown private helicopter tour of the city (made possible by one supportive Tony Stark who was definitely trying to hitch Peter up).

He came twenty minutes early for no other reason than he was pumped to see her, and he was making Tessa nervous with his constant pacing around his room. It didn’t matter, he didn’t mind waiting for her, besides, she was freakishly punctual. One second she was nowhere in sight, the next she stood next to him.

A bit like right now.

“You look a bit lost, have you never been to Central Park at all?” she chuckled from behind him, making Peter spin on his heels to face her.

He opened his mouth to answer, but he got distracted as soon as he saw her. It happened more often than he would care to admit, but luckily for him, he pulled himself together quickly.

“I was looking for you, but I never see you coming,” he told her. “You’re very sneaky for someone who wears heels all the time.”

As if to illustrate what he said, Emmeline clicked her heels together, Dorothy style.

“Is it too late to become a ninja or a spy?” she wondered out loud, already reaching for his arm, gesturing him to go ahead and lead the way.

“A ninja with a master’s in biophysics then. I don’t know, you’d have to ask the guidance counselor what kind of degree you need for that. Do you think it pays well?”

She tilted her head a little, eyes drifting upwards: a sure sign that she was actually, seriously thinking about the answer.

“I don’t know. But if being sneaky was my superpower, I suppose I could send my resume to the Avengers, what do you think? We’d work at the same place then. I’m sure it pays well there at least.”

Peter’s tense laugh didn’t fool her, but she didn’t call him out on it. Mentioning his Stark internship unfailingly turned him into a blubbering mess. It reached the point where she considered he might not actually have an internship there; maybe he was Tony Stark’s secret love child? This theory would have worked if he didn’t confide in her that his parents had both died when he was still a kid.

“You would get so sick of me if you saw me all day long,” Peter finally told her, having recovered his good mood.

They were walking down 5th avenue, linked at the arm, walking slightly closer than they normally would, and Emmeline never really looked away from Peter, despite wearing heels and having to navigate between people. Once again, it made him wonder if she wasn’t secretly a classically trained dancer to whom grace was second nature and who could read his own movements to follow his steps.

This girl truly prompted the most ridiculous wonderings, but it was what made it all so thrilling, so very enticing. She let him closer than anyone else in years, yet he still felt he discovered a new Emmeline every day. And despite all of the mystery surrounding her, he thought he really did know her, who she was deep down – a brilliant, lively young woman who was frustrated not to be able to shine as bright as she wanted to.

Behind every sentence, every glance, he saw the looming shadow of the pressure she endured from her family, it weighted her down like a chain around the ankle. If they were in a movie, he would ask her to elope with him, start a new life elsewhere.

A small, timid part of him wanted that too, but it was a parasite thought. Being Spider-Man fulfilled him in a way nothing else could, and it was a pleasure as much as a duty and a responsibility to save people. The part of him that wished for someone else to have gained those powers was immature and impulsive.

“Is it a challenge?” she asked, cocking an eyebrow at him.

Peter had already forgotten what he had said, but it came back when she gave him a pointed look.

“Uh, it was not, but feel free to take it as such,” he replied before making a fool of himself and staying silent as she watched on. “Sorry, I’m a bit distracted, I can’t get over the fact you agreed to go out.”

There, better. Not the smoothest approach, but honesty was always preferable to whatever he had been doing up until now. She probably thinks I’m a dimwit at this point.

Emmeline seemed a bit taken aback by his last comment; her smile was replaced by a thin line, lips pinched together.

“Why?”

He could tell she wasn’t playing oblivious and was genuinely surprised that he would think she would refuse.

Hadn’t she been flirting enough with him? Last time she ate lunch with Peter and Ned, the latter had given her a thumbs up when she put a hand a Peter’s arm to get his attention and show him something.

“I just- I thought- Maybe-“ Great. Back to stuttering and blushing. If she hadn’t been holding his arm, he might have fled.

“Let me make this easy for you,” she cut him off before he could further embarrass himself. Emmeline had magical timing. “Whatever nonsense you were about to say, forget it. I like you a lot, and that’s why I’m here. If you hadn’t asked me to go out, I would have asked you, sooner than later.”

“Well that’s hard to believe. But it does help to hear it,” Peter said, unable to hold back the goofy smile on his face, nor the stuttering of his heart and the heat in his cheeks. “It’s a relief actually, I was on the verge of a breakdown when I didn’t get an answer after I sent that risky text. Ned can tell you.”

“I don’t need to ask Ned, I know it’s true, you’re the most anxious person I know, and I know me.”

“What?” Peter’s voice came out as more of a squeal than a question. “You’re not anxious, you’re the most confident person I know!”

“More like I’m the best actress you know then, I have to dye my hair because it started growing white in same places in high school, around the time I had to start thinking about my future.”

“I don’t believe a word of it,” Peter said, shaking his head. “How can-“ he paused. “I can’t imagine you as a teenager, I don’t have enough imagination to picture you as anything else than the woman I see right now.”

Emmeline’s heart did a summersault in her chest, but she tried to not let it show that his words affected her so much. She tightened her grip on his arm and stepped even closer when someone bumped into her shoulder.

“I’ll show you a picture if you prove yourself worthy,” she vowed, her free hand placed over her heart. “I burned all but one, for old time’s sake, and it’s horrendous, but I trust you will not run away after seeing me with bangs and braces.”

“Bangs and braces?” Peter winced, hissing under his breath and pretending to shake off her hand. “The date was nice, I’m gonna go now…”

“Hey!” Emmeline called after him when he tried to power-walk away from her, grabbing him by the shirt to make him stay. “You’re not getting out of this, Parker! I came here for a proper date and I shall have it!”

Peter quit his teasing and returned next to her, assuring her that he was kidding and would make tonight worth her while. Emmeline slipped her hand into his instead of holding his arm. His smile disappeared a little and he gulped down. Hopefully his hands wouldn’t become too clammy.

“Now tell me where we’re going,” she demanded. “Are we still going for coffee?”

“We’re going to this rooftop bar I know. Local bands come and play there, and it has a nice view of the city at night. They serve food too, and I intend to take full advantage of you once you start getting cold and need someone to keep you warm,” Peter shamelessly admitted, having finally recovered some of his self-confidence.

Part of him wondered if he would ever stop being nervous around her, but she had a way of making his worries disappear and putting him at ease. He couldn’t fathom what it was about her, but he was under a spell.

“Who says I won’t take advantage of you and say I’m cold just to snuggle?” She smirked when Peter scoffed a little, rolling his eyes. “Two of us can play this game.”

“You know, come to think of it, you’d do great at Stark Tower, you’d fit in beautifully,” he changed the subject, feeling like the previous one was too much of a slippery slope.

She answered him with the brightest of smiles, strands of her black hair falling out of her bun as she laughed and shook her head slightly.

“And to what do I owe the change of mind?”

“You speak a little bit like him.” Peter looked at his feet than up again. Tony. “You’re both blunt to the point of rashness, not to mention that you both talk like nothing’s out of your reach.”

Emmeline made a funny face that was somewhere between amusement and shame. She knew she tended to consider her own circumstances as a given for everyone, forgetting that some people’s perspectives were limited by money, connections, opportunities.

“I’m working on getting rid of that ugly trait of personality,” she promised. “Though you probably didn’t mean it as a reproach,” she added quickly when Peter opened his mouth to protest. “You speak very highly of him.”

“I’m actually contractually obligated to, so…”

The flicker of doubt in Emmeline’s eyes told him that she believed him, if only for a split second, and it sent him in a fit of laughter.

“Don’t make fun of me!” she chastised him. “It’s not that far-fetched when you consider who he is.”

“Oh, you don’t know the half of it…”

“Alright,” Ned said, slamming a hand on the table he was sitting at to get Peter’s attention. “Enough is enough.”

He startled and his elbow slipped off the table, which then caused his desk chair to roll away and Peter fell heavily on the ground, with about as much grace as a beached whale.

He gave frantic looks about him, finally remembering where he was. Peter shook his head and scrambled back to his feet to save what was left of his dignity if he ever possessed any.

“Earth to Peter Parker,” Ned teased him. “This is ridiculous, you know? Just spit it out so we can actually start to study for our exams.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Peter shrugged and placed his hands on his hips, somehow achieving the least convincing acting of his life.

“Are you kidding me? I can see you vibrating from where I’m sitting,” Ned accused, throwing him his eraser from across their desks. They sat at the library, on desks facing each other. It was nice to be able to talk here now that it was completely empty. “Tell me how your date went. Give me all the juicy details!”

“It went… it went well.” Peter shrugged again and he cursed himself for doing it. This habit of Emmeline’s really rubbed off on him, and Ned hadn’t missed it.

“Is that all? You’ve been daydreaming for over an hour because your date went well?”

“What else do you want to hear? It’s the truth!” Peter sighed.

He would usually have told Ned right away, but not this time. It felt… a little wrong. Whatever relationship he had with Emmeline, it was too fragile to be exposed to the world just yet, therefore he kept their moments together to himself, like treasured secrets.

“I don’t know, that you had fun, that you took her somewhere classy, that she was so impressed that she invited you to her penthouse and you took the lord’s name in vain all night long?”

“You’ve been watching too much Netflix again, that’s not real life, that’s a TV show. I don’t know what more to tell you other than it went well!” Okay, maybe that was a lie, but he didn’t feel like sharing.

Ned dropped the smile and squinted his eyes at Peter, who braced himself for the worst.

“Did your shoot your web too soon?” Ned asked in all seriousness, leaning back in his chair and interlacing his fingers on his stomach. “Happens to all of us.”

Peter furrowed his brows, then stared at his best friend with a questioning frown, then made a face of disgust and incomprehension.

“No, oh, my God, no!” he denied, sitting back on his chair and rolling towards the desk again. He put his elbows on the table and buried his face in his open palms. “We just went on a date, nothing more.”

“Oh.” There was a pause that lasted too long for Peter’s taste. “Is that the problem then? Didn’t get the booty?” Now he was using his sympathetic voice. Peter glared at him from between his fingers.

“It’s not about that,” he groaned, finally looking us.

“You can’t even say it,” Ned told him with a self-satisfied smirk. “Just say it, man. It’ll free you.”

“No.”

“Why can’t you say it? It’s simple really, it’s S-E-X. Repeat after me: s-“

“Yes, okay, okay, sex! I’m not doing this just for sex, Ned! And you know that; you know I’ve been waiting for a good occasion to talk to her since day one,” Peter finally shouted in the middle of the library, before remembering it was a public space and lowering his voice, praying that no one had heard that. “I like her. A lot.”

He half expected Ned to make fun of him for his outburst and the inevitable blush that came with it, but his friend became serious.

“Does she like you back?”

The pen right in front of him became the most fascinating object all of a sudden, and his eyes were glued to it, noticing for the first time that it was a Metropolitan Museum pencil – he must have snatched it during a school trip one day, he couldn’t remember. Crazy that he still had it.

Peter didn’t like to speculate on such changing things as were feelings, and he particularly disliked thinking about the possibility of them not being reciprocated. He had been wrong before, and maybe that was why Ned pushed his buttons like that: to make sure he wasn’t running after a mirage once again. Even Spider-Man wasn’t immune to heartbreak.

Emmeline Gerard was a great many things: she was fluky, secretive, opinionated, strong-willed, demanding, brilliant, lively, dazzling, and so very elusive. It would be wrong to assume he knew how she felt. But still, he could hold on to hope. He could hold onto the memory of her lingering gaze, of the tips of her fingers brushing against his hand, of the way she bid him goodnight.

“I guess we’ll find out soon,” Peter simply said, not telling Ned about the kiss she placed on his cheek when they parted, and whose memory had rendered him completely unable to think about anything else.

“You should have seen this, Bella,” Emmeline groaned, throwing herself on the couch next to her dog. Bella raised her head to check on her and pawed her a little. “It was so cringy. I’m still cringing about the cringe of it all. When was the last time I felt so shy and awkward during a date?”

Bella placed her head back onto the couch and seemed highly disinterested from the conversation but Emmeline continued nonetheless.

“Have I ever been on a proper date? I can’t even remember. I feel so stupid for letting it get to my head, I acted like a total fool. But then again, so did he.” The sheer thought of that evening brought color to her cheeks, which she promptly covered with her hands, even though there was no one around. “All the cringe,” she muttered to herself, rolling to the side and hiding her face into a cushion.

It had been two days since their date. Emmeline hadn’t had a minute to herself between their assignment and the whole getting ready for her father’s annual speech on Christmas Eve. Her mother had sent several outfit options for her to choose from, right down to the shoes and accessories.

Emmeline had thrown them all on her balcony out of rage. Two hours later, when she had calmed down, she went out to grab them again and take a look at what her dear mother thought appropriate to wear for a public speech that would be broadcasted live on television.

There was too much cream and pearl color for her taste. All of these dresses made her look like a conservative babysitter; no heel exceeded two inches; no neckline was below the collarbone; no hemline higher than her knees.

She threw them out again, to be given to Goodwill. Her parents be damned, she wouldn’t let them dress her up like they did a porcelain doll to appeal to the public eye.

There was something she meant to do but hadn’t worked the courage yet. It would have been much easier to do it before Peter asked her out on a date – however marvelously cringy it had been – but she wasn’t going to back out. She needed the emotional support, she wanted to see the look on her parents’ face, and she wanted to see Peter again.

What was he up to these days? He hadn’t given a single sign of being alive since he left her on her doorstep. She could still see the goofy smile on his face when she had kissed him goodnight, and it made her blush and smile to herself.

“Aaarrgh!” she screamed into her pillow, hiding the embarrassment on her face and startling Bella to the point where she jumped off the couch and walked away from her crazy human.

It all made her dizzy. It made her a little sick too, a good kind of sick, the kind you get when you’re fifteen and your crush looks at you in the hallway. She had never experienced this firsthand, and it was good and refreshing. It made her feel younger and sillier than she was, a bit giddy too.

Peter Parker had her wrapped around his finger, and not only was he oblivious to that, but Emmeline also knew for a fact that he would never use it against her if he ever realized.

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chatzy // scavenger hnut

DATE: Monday, April 20, 2020 CHARACTERS: Kieran and Parker ABOUT: Kieran and Parker rebel against the masses, get wine drunk on 4/20, and have a scavenger hunt around New Athens.

Parker walked into the apartment, slipped off his shoes, and stretched his arm over his chest. He poured himself water, and leaned against the counter as he drank. "Kieran," he said after he swallowed. "Did you want to do something for lunch today? Brett came in early for his shift and it wasn't busy so I just took off."

Kieran, who was laying in repose in the living area, glanced at Parker over the back of the couch. "Funny you should ask. I've just a received an invitation to a memorial for a Mr. Chase Peterson."

Parker raised his eyebrows. "I assume you're joking?"

"I never joke, Parker." Kieran looked at the invitation on his phone. "There's to be an 'I Miss Chase' party on his rooftop later today. I suspect there's going to some sort of cannabis involved, just based on the excessive use of botanical emojis." Kieran turned back to raise an eyebrow at Parker. "Are you planning on attending?"

Parker rolled his eyes. “Yes, because I’m the president of the Chase fan club.” He shook his head and put his glass in the sink. “Are you? Compelled by the excessive emojis?”

"Not even remotely." Sitting up, Kieran dropped his phone on his lap and smiled over at Parker. "I'm glad to know that our minds continue to operate as a single unit. I would love to make plans for lunch."

Parker smiled as Kieran confirmed that he was not going to the party. "Great. Do you want to go out to get it? I was thinking about having a glass of wine with it. I know it's early, but I don't think that the productivity levels are going to be especially high today in New Athens." He shrugged. "Are you coming to Rosie's birthday party tonight?"

Kieran shrugged. "Is that an inquiry or an invite? Because the latter, I have not received." Kieran rose to his feet and stretched his arms up over his head. "And yes, to answer your question. Let me just bolus now then." Kieran shuffled off to his room.

“Then it’s both.” Parker smiled and walked into his own room to change. When he walked out, he leaned on the counter again. “Did you say whether you wanted to go out for lunch or not? Are we okay with leftover mini quiches?”

"Either way, I will be having a glass of wine," Kieran called out. "But I've no preference." Kieran shimmied his pants down around his knees and sat onto his bed with his glucose meter and a fresh needle beside him.

“Okay!” Parker called back as he pulled things out of the refrigerator. “Preference on the wine?”

"Do we have any sauvignon blanc?" Kieran asked. "Anything dry." Kieran began checking his blood sugar.

Parker laughed; as if Kieran had to ask if they had sauvignon blanc. Parker took out a bottle and cracked it open before pouring them two glasses.” He turned on the toaster oven and took out a plate for each of them. “We’re doing leftovers, but let’s plan a lunch out soon.”

"You know I'm always free," Kieran agreed, unflinching as he pricked his finger with a lance. "If you have an afternoon off, perhaps we can plan a day of it. Expand our horizons beyond the offerings of New Athens."

“We should!” Parker poured them both glasses of water as well and set everything on the table. “How far are you thinking of expanding? Next neighbourhood? The city? Go to Italy for the afternoon with Malia?”

"Two of those options sound feasible," Kieran snorted. "And I'd enjoy either of them. The third might require some planning. And maybe a longer duration of stay."

Parker laughed and put the food in to heat up. "You don't say? Did you want salad too? How much are you preparing to drink?"

"I'm preparing for the worst-case," Kieran called out. Beside him, his glucose meter beeped. "And salad is fine. Whatever you think complements the entree. I trust you." Kieran pulled out a vial of insulin and filled his syringe.

"Okay!" Parker smiled to himself and took vegetables out of the refrigerator so that he could begin to prepare a small salad. He took the quiches out when they were warmed and set them on plates.

Kieran stuck the needle into his thigh without so much as blinking. When he was done, he packed up his bag, redressed himself, and floated out into the dining room. "Have you had Ethiopian before? I hear it's quite excellent and I'm dying to try the injera."

Parker nodded as he set the salad bowl on the table along with their plates. “I have, but not for a long time. Let’s do it, I can mark it on my calendar.” He took a seat and held up his glass. “Santé.”

Kieran held his glass up to meet Parker's with a smile. "Á la tienne." He took a much bigger sip than was socially polite for a lunchtime drink before serving himself some salad.

Parker took a short sip and then a longer one when he saw Kieran keep going. "Are we steeling ourselves for having to step foot into the Hermes cabin?" He started on his little quiche.

"On the 20th of April? Absolutely. I'm not going to enter a social situation like that without first arming myself with as much padding as possible." Kieran followed suit and started on his quiche. "Not to mention—if the rest of camp is going to be engaging in the revelry, why shouldn't we have our own fun? You've finished work for the day, right?"

Parker snorted. “You’ll have to go in an outfit you don’t mind getting sticky.” He tilted his head as he chewed. “I have. What kind of fun are you thinking?”

Kieran scowled at the thought of getting remotely sticky. He took a bite of the quiche, nodded in approval, and swallowed before answering. "That's unfortunately where my thought ends. We could perhaps go to the beach? Some establishment? Get caught up in some silly antics, as the kids say," Kieran smirked at his own joke.

“I have heard the kids say that.” Parker smiled at Kieran and took another bite of his food, considering their options. “I like the beach. We can... take out one of the boats and go sailing?” He rolled his shoulders back. “That isn’t really antics though. Were you looking to be... nuisances?”

Kieran snorted. "I think most people find me to be a nuisance, regardless of activity." He resumed cutting into his quiche. "I'm just looking to do something you enjoy. It doesn't necessarily have to be antics. We regularly watch films that I pick out, I'd love to take part in something that you suggest."

Parker exhaled hard in a laugh and sipped his wine as he bounced his leg. “Hmm, let’s... play a game. I like games.”

Kieran resisted the urge to laugh. "Sure, what kind of game?" He took a bite of his quiche.

Parker hadn’t thought that far ahead. “Ugh, I don’t know. What’s a game you haven’t played in a while?” He took another bite of his food and then pointed at Kieran with his fork as he swallowed. “Have you ever done a scavenger hunt?”

Kieran tried not to snort at the idea. "I partook in some pretty exhilarating scavenger hunts back in grade school," he snarked. "Do you have ideas for one?"

Parker tipped his head back and rolled his eyes. “Ugh, I was thinking that it could be fun if we, like, just made a list of things that we had to find or do while we went around the town. We can figure something else out though, it’s a bit dumb.”

"No, no," Kieran protested. "I think it's charming. Besides, what is greatness but a dumb idea combined with the audacity to see it through?"

Parker laughed. “Fine, after lunch we can make a list.” He ate more and nodded. “Should we make each other lists or just make a big one and try to do it together? Or make it a competition?”

"I have zero desire to compete with you. For one, I can guarantee that you know this town better than I do. Also, it would moot the point of hanging out, would it not?" Kieran shrugged. "Maybe instead we can make one big one as you suggested and I can bring my camera along."

Parker smiled. "I have an advantage, I suppose." He tapped two fingers on the table and nodded in confirmation. "Yes, let's make a big list of things to do and find. Is the camera for proof?" He served himself some salad.

"Sure," Kieran shrugged. "I thought it would be nice to document the day. Unless you think that carrying around a camera during a bout of inebriation is a bad idea." Kieran paused, looking at his wine glass. "On second thought, maybe I won't be bringing it along."

Parker shrugged. “I think it’s up to you. We can always document it with our phones so you don’t end up breaking your camera.” He took a bite from his food again and swallowed before speaking. “Not that we’ll be that drunk.”

Kieran shrugged and took another bite. "I think the cumulative state of inebriety is enough to warrant alarm. Cell phone photography sounds like a safer decision." Kieran picked up his glass. "Do you think Malia will screech if we post these pictures to Instagram?"

Parker grinned. "Only if they're bad pictures." He picked up his glass to take another sip of wine. "Maybe that can be one of the things on the list? Take a picture to make Malia screech?"

Kieran grinned. "Absolutely." Kieran tried to visualize any sort of horrific photograph that could elicit a reaction from Malia as he ate up his quiche.

Parker finished his salad. "We can have a few picture challenges like that. Like, we have to get a picture of something absurd. Like, um, something that we could probably find but that would be rare."

Kieran furrowed a brow. "Like a muskrat?"

Parker blinked at him, furrowing his brow back. “What? Is that a kind of rat?” He shook his head, smiling a bit. “I meant, like, I don’t know, a misspelled sign or someone wearing a coat in April.”

Kieran laughed. "Yes, actually. A semi-aquatic rodent. I thought maybe it would be rare but possible to see one out and about this time of year, but a sign or pedestrian sounds just as lovely." Kieran took another long sip of the wine, finishing off his glass. "Maybe I'll leave the list-making to you."

Parker watched Kieran, somewhere between amused and amazed, as he often was with him. "We can add a muskrat to the list as well." He finished his wine so that he wasn't far behind Kieran. "I'll start a list." He tapped his hands on the table. "I'll add things that we would both be good at. You're more observant than me, so you can do the finding things, and I can do the getting places."We can try to find..." He took out his phone and looked up Scavenger hunts, frowning a bit at the results as he went through them. "We can try to find a flag? Or a cloud in a certain shape? A dog?"

"Hm," Kieran hummed in contemplation as he poured them both another glass. "How subjective can the tasks be? For example, is it best to specify 'dog' or can we specifically seek out an ugly dog?"

Parker made a sound to acknowledge Kieran. "Let's make them very subjective. Let's find an ugly dog, the funniest street art, or performer or something."

"Yes," Kieran agreed excitedly. "Any excuse to be judgmental." Kieran raised his glass once they were both full to give Parker another toast.

Parker smiled and raised his glass. "Salud." He took a long sip and put his glass down. "Let's find funny things. Like, we have to find..." He looked through the list. "Doppelgängers?"

Kieran snorted. "Have you seen the Instagram of people on the subway who resemble the advertisements behind them? Similar concept."

Parker blinked and shook his head. "I think I know what you mean though."

"Ah, let me show you." Kieran pulled out his phone and brought up the Instagram post. He slid his phone across the table towards Parker. "Behold."

Parker picked up the phone and scrolled through the post. He grinned and looked back up at Kieran as he handed him his phone. "I like that. Let's try to find something like that too." He opened up the notes on his phone and typed a few ideas in. "Let's find something that describes us. Or each other! Let's each find an item or a few that describe the other best." He smiled and took another sip of his wine.

Kieran grinned at the idea. “Excellent suggestion.” He took a sip as well, already thinking of what he might find to symbolize Parker. “How many do we have? Is ten a good target?”

Parker nodded enthusiastically. "Yes. So we have ugly dog, people or posters that look like us, things the represent each other. We should find either the best or worst art that we can find, and then I think we should also find a sign that's spelled wrong. It's funny and bound to happen in a place full of dyslexic people."

"Let's opt for worst art. Sounds like a more interesting discussion. And the sign sounds great." Kieran held his chin between his fingers as he thought of ideas. "We can find each other terrible gifts."

"It can be very subjective," Parker agreed, using Kieran's word, then laughed, "Yes. And we have to find or do something to make Malia screech."

Kieran laughed. "Excellent. Maybe that's sufficient, then. Don't want to bite off more than we can chew," he pointed out before taking the last bite of his quiche.

Parker nodded and finished off the last of his food. "And if we think of new things we can do them." He grinned and stood, picking up their plates to put into the sink.

Kieran took another big sip of his wine and pulled the weather up on his phone to assess how many layers he'd need to wear. "I'm already ready to go. You can go change or otherwise prepare yourself, I'll take care of the dishes."

Parker nodded and took a long sip of his wine. "I might change my shirt? And then I'll type up the list so we can check things off." He grinned, excited, then disappeared into his room.

Kieran took a moment to digest before getting up to wash the dishes. Once he was done, he took to cleaning up the counters and wiping down the table, sipping his wine all the while. When he finished, he stood outside of Parker's room with the near empty bottle of wine. "Care to split the remainder before we leave?"

Parker stepped out of his room wearing a nearly identical shirt and smiled at Kieran. "I think... we should. It'd be a waste to not drink it. I haven't finished my last glass, so just top me up?"

"Consider yourself topped," Kieran nodded before going back to the dining table. He poured out half of what remained before drinking the rest straight out of the bottle. He placed the empty bottle on the counter then hopped up to sit beside it. "The excitement is killing me." Kieran's tone was bone dry, but he genuinely meant it.

Parker watched as Kieran drank straight from the bottle with an amused look on his face. He tipped his glass back as he drained it in three sips, wiping his lip after he did. He ran a tongue over his teeth. "This is going to be... funny." He stood and grabbed his keys from the hook to put in his pocket. "Do we need anything? Do you have your phone?"

Kieran tapped his pockets. "Have my phone. Ah, a coat perhaps?" He hopped off the counter and headed into his room. "Mayhaps? Perchance?" he mused, grinning at his own wordplay. He emerged in a denim jacket and nodded. "Ready."

Parker laughed, feeling warm. He figured he'd be fine in a long-sleeved shirt and just grinned at Kieran's words, then opened the door for the two of them. He pressed a button on the elevator and hummed. "What do you think... we should do first? Is it mean to just take a picture of someone's dog?"

"We can lie," Kieran suggested. "Or we don't have to publish all the photos with a caption. The joy is in the process, right?"

Parker pointed straight at Kieran. "You're so right." He nodded and stepped into the elevator, then pressed the button. "Are we going to find someone that looks like us or just a sign?" He opened his notes so that he could look at their list.

"If we can find people who resemble us, I feel like that would surpass the difficulty of the original task," Kieran points out. "So I'd say it counts." Kieran stepped out of the elevator with a bounce in his step. "Let's do this thing, shall we?"

Parker gave a quick nod and followed after Kieran. "Should we start somewhere in particular?" His head was starting to swim a bit. "Let's go... towards the plaza. There's a bunch of things to find there."

There was nothing Kieran enjoyed more than a good walk. Usually, he took them alone, but it was nice—nicer than Kieran would admit—having company. "Solid strategy. Start in the middle and work our way out. Stop by the dog park at some point to find our star pooch."

"Perfect." Parker flashed a smile and tilted his head back to let the sun shine on his face more as he stepped outside. "Let's start with finding things that describe each other, I feel like that'll be fun."

"Perfect," Kieran echoed. He kept his eyes peeled for any signs or posters that might have some Parker-esque catchphrase. "Must they be words, or can I point out a park bench or toppled fern that I feel captures your essence?"

Parker snorted. “A toppled fern? Do those remind me of you?” He shook his head. “I wasn’t thinking words. I was thinking I would find some statue that reminds me of you, but now I’m planning on finding some bench, I guess.”

Kieran laughed. "What's wrong with a toppled fern? I'll have you know a piece like that would kill at the MOMA," he argued. "It's about the emotional turmoil of the fern, the state of rest that this living being has found after surviving a devastating fall. My fern toppleth over. I'm essentially comparing you to a modernist masterpiece." Kieran shook his head.

Parker tossed his head back as he laughed. "You just pulled that out of your ass and you know it!" He grinned and shook his head. "But, thanks, I guess. I would argue that I have not had a devastating fall, thank you very much. " He shoved his hands into his pockets as they walked, then stopped suddenly as they got to the bakery. He motioned for Kieran to follow him (as if he hadn't already been) and took them close by, just around the corner. "Okay, so this might be cheating, since you already said bench, but..." He held his hands out as though to say 'ta-da' at a piece of concrete that was twisted, forming two loops in some sort of street art. "I dunno if this is really a bench, but I come sit here a lot and I just realized that it could be you! Since you brought up the whole 'deep meaning' thing," he said, using air quotes. "It's like, nice because you can sit on it even though you're not really sure if you're supposed to, but it's also just really cool to look at, and then I'm sure that it's supposed to just, like, represent something grand or deep but I don't really get that, 'cause I'm like, kinda dumb, you know? But I still really like it for what it is." He made a face and shrugged. "Actually, nevermind, I can pick something else and, like, think about it more." He exhaled a small laugh.

As Kieran studied the form of the sculpture, a smile came to his face. "I quite like that. And I think your explanation is quite accurate too. That this thing just is." Kieran turned to Parker and nodded approvingly. "All I strive to do is be." He looked back at the sculpture again and shrugged. "Although, I am beginning to suspect this exercise is more demonstrative of the way we think about each other, as opposed to revealing any truths about the other person himself."

Parker watched, relieved, as Kieran smiled. "I think... what other people like about you is..." He struggled to find the words. "I think it says something about both parties. It reveals that you are someone who just is, that you've succeeded in that, right?"

Kieran nodded. "That's true. There is no opinion formed in a vacuum. If you think something about me, there must be an ounce of truth in it." Kieran smiled at Parker. "Great thoughts. Which actually gives me an idea." Kieran turned and gestured for Parker to follow.

"No opinion formed in a vacuum," Parker repeated under his breath and nodded. He smiled at the praise and followed after Kieran.

Kieran walked for a while before stopping at an intersection where the roads forked around an island. Kieran gestured to a grand oak tree that stood in the center of the island. "Some people have famously ascribed morality and intention to trees, implying that their purpose is to provide shade, resources, and happiness to other living creatures. Others might say that the tree has no purpose other than to nourish itself, its only objective being its own growth and happiness. While I don't personally have a stake in the selflessness or selfishness of this tree, there is one undeniable fact and that is that we have decided to build our roads around the tree. Rather than uproot or destroy it, we've built our lives around this island because it makes us feel comfortable to live in the embrace of this tree. And for all of those reasons," Kieran bowed his head and gestured to Parker. "I think this tree is you."

Parker listened to Kieran and smiled, wrapping his arms around himself as he did. His brother had a way of speaking that Parker could never achieve, due to his lack of vocabulary and insight. He fought the overwhelming urge to pull Kieran in for a hug, and instead reached out to take his shoulder and squeeze it. "That was... thank you. For not saying that I'm a fern," he added after a moment, feeling as though things were a little too overwhelming for a Monday afternoon.

Kieran chucked and dipped his head. "Of course." He shrugged and waved a dismissive hand, as if to fan away the sentimental emotions that were now coloring the air. "Perhaps we should go topple some fern, take a picture, and send it to Malia saying that it made us think of her. I'm sure that would elicit a small screech," he joked.

Parker dropped his hand and laughed. "Let's do it. Or we can find the ugliest dog and do the same, kill two birds with one stone."

Kieran clapped a hand over his mouth and laughed. "That's..." He shook his head, grinning. "Brilliantly evil. Let's do it." He gestured in the direction of the dog park and started walking.

Parker laughed, then paused so that he could turn and take a picture of the tree, and hurried to catch up to Kieran. He looked around the dog park, unsurprisingly not very full, since it was a Monday afternoon and a decent amount of people were apparently at a farewell party, but there were still a few people out with their pets. As they entered, he tried to find the dog that was slobbering the most. “Which one?” He glanced at one who was missing tufts of fur, whose tongue was sticking halfway out of its mouth. “Uh...?”

Kieran's eyes fell to the pup. He smiled, shut his eyes, and just nodded assertively. He stepped toward the dog, but paused and leaned in toward Parker. "I will admit that I suggested this category with somewhat malicious intent, but there is something strangely charming about its wretchedness." He once again moved toward the owner, giving a friendly wave. "Hello ma'am. Do you mind if we take a picture with your dog?"

Parker laughed. “Strangely charming about its wretchedness,” he repeated in agreement and nodded. The woman seemed happy enough to let them take a few pictures. “I like his spots,” Parker remarked as he smiled and stooped over to give the dog a small pat on the head.

Kieran took a step back and squatted low so he could get Parker and the dog in the frame of his phone camera. "Shockingly photogenic," Kieran chuckled as he snapped several pictures. After a moment, he stepped forward and held out his phone to Parker. "See?"

Parker stood again and grinned at the picture. "Are you talking about me?" He turned his head to smile at the woman. "Thank you."

"'Are you talking about me,' asks the son of Aphrodite, as if there's something shocking about his photogenicity. No," Kieran clarified, zooming in on the dog. "I'm talking about the adorable little abomination absolutely selling his angles to the camera."

Parker snorted as he laughed. “It’s called a joke, Kieran. Did you get his good side? Is the lighting artsy enough?”

Kieran smirked, pulling his phone back and stuffing it in his pocket. "Yes, I did, and no, it is not. But it's about the process, right?" He gestured at Parker's phone. "What's next on the list?"

“Entirely.” Parker smiled. “The joy is in the journey.” He checked his notes. “Things that look like us, a misspelled sign, and a gift for each other.”

"Ah, yes," Kieran sighed. "Totems, typos, and trinkets. Shall we head back toward the plaza then?"

“Absolutely.” Parker couldn’t keep himself from giggling at Kieran’s alliteration, and he gave a quick nod as he headed towards the exit quickly. He felt light but warm. “Should we look for a misspelled sign or graffiti?”

Kieran snorted. "Misspelled graffiti. Can you even imagine the level of hooliganism?" He laughed again at the thought. "Bansky."

Parker laughed and shook his head. “I was thinking, like, unintentional misspelling, like someone was tagging up a place and ended up looking like an idiot. Instant karma sort of deal.”

"Sure," Kieran agreed. "I'll keep an eye out." He looked around as they headed back to the main promenade. He almost pointed out two or three things that ended up not being graffiti at all, but just random stains or unfortunate design choices. "Ah, there." He pointed at an ice cream truck across the street. "Not a misspelling, but that illustration looks rather like you, no?" Painted on the side of a truck was a rosy cheeked brunette boy clad in a bright blue shirt that matched his eyes. He held a red popsicle in his hands like a trophy. Kieran smirked at Parker, watching for his reaction.

Parker turned his head to look where Kieran was pointing and almost doubled over laughing. He couldn’t tell what about it was so funny, but the resemblance was somewhat uncanny. “That’s me! Can we get a picture?” He trotted along until they were closer to the truck. “Should I get a popsicle too? For accuracy?”

"Your prerogative," Kieran laughed as he pulled out his phone. "Though I can't deny that it would add to the effect."

Parker considered this, but didn't want to hold up their hunt. He gave two thumbs up to the camera and then mimicked the pose of the boy on the truck sans popsicle. "They should replace the sign with me. That's why we sell so much ice cream at the store." He pointed at Kieran. "We have mine and Malia's twins now, how about yours?"

"Up to you," Kieran replied as he snapped pictures of Parker. Once he had a few options, he stepped toward Parker to show him. "I'm curious to see your selection. Excited, even."

Parker grinned at Kieran. "You got my good side." He tilted his head from side to side as he considered his options and then started off towards the plaza again. "Okay, I think I know kind of what I'm looking for." He stopped them when they came into sight of a boutique, where a mannequin in the window wore a brown jacket, dark pants, a shirt made of silk, and sunglasses. "You?"

Kieran half-scoffed, half-chortled at the comparison. The outfit was egregiously over-styled, but Kieran did own very similar pieces to all the things on the mannequin. He smirked at Parker and joked, "Ah, est-ce que tu penses que je ressemble à un mannequin?"

Parker grinned, quite pleased with his find. "No pude encontrar una muñeca espeluznante." He laughed and shook his head. "Haven't you been a model?" He pulled out his phone. "It just needs your hair."

Kieran snorted at Parker's retort before stepping up to stand by the window. "I've only modeled for myself. And your friend, L." He stood neutrally, trying to mimic the posture of the mannequin. "Perhaps I should expand on my portfolio, send out my headshot to some casting directors in New York City."

Parker took a few pictures, though he had to retake them because of how blurry they were. He held them out for Kieran to inspect when he was done. "She's Blue's girlfriend," he clarified, though he wasn't sure why. "You should. Get some sort of deal going like Malia."

Kieran swiped through the photos, hearting the ones he approved of. "I was, of course, being facetious, but if you truly believe that I would have the potential to do something like that, I will accept the compliment." Kieran patted Parker's shoulder with a smile. "Gifts?"

Parker pressed one shoulder into his cheek as he shrugged. "I don't see why not. You have the genes for it, right?" He smiled and dipped his head in a nod. "Gifts! Let's bring a toppled fern home."

Kieran laughed. "Yes! Befallen botanicals." He pointed across the street at a kitschy shop where an old woman might buy knick knacks. "Shall we look in there?"

Parker grinned at Kieran. "You really have a way with alliteration. I could have said fallen fern this whole time and never even noticed." He pumped his fist excitedly. "Yes! Are we actually getting the gift for one another and keeping it a secret until the end? Are we going to end up home with... baubles?"

Kieran laughed loudly. "God forbid we bring home baubles." He shook his head and started toward the store. "I promise to exercise discretion when picking out your gift. Not only because I would like to get you something you might enjoy, but because I know it will end up at our home and I have no desire to introduce an eyesore into our sacred temple."

Parker laughed along and shook his head. "I suppose I'm okay with trinkets, but I promise I won't buy you anything too gaudy." He almost skipped into the store. "We have to make sure not to show each other what we're getting, okay? 3-2-1, go!" He said in a hushed whisper, not waiting for Kieran's response as he hurried to the other side of the store.

Kieran laughed and waited a few seconds to give Parker a head start before turning toward the opposite side of the store. He searched for anything that could provide some sort of use as opposed to just being cute or sentimental. Kieran spotted a table of cookbooks and headed in that direction.

Parker scanned the shelves for something that his brother might enjoy. While there were mostly baubles and trinkets, as he’d suspected, he also found cute ornaments and decorations. He stopped in front of a table with Christmas ornaments and checked to make sure that Kieran wasn’t looking before he made his way to the counter, gift in hand.

Kieran circled the table a few times as if the merchandise would magically improve with each revolution. When he made his fourth trip around the table, he finally surrendered and actually considered what was for sale. He noticed Parker queueing up in the distance and figured that he had an extra two minutes before he had to go line up, so he weighed out the options in his head. Once he saw Parker step away, Kieran picked something up off the table and headed toward the counter. "Turn away, brother," he called out as he approached the clerk, waving a mystical hand as if to banish Parker from his sight.

Parker held the paper bag to his chest and turned away as instructed. He laughed. “I’ll meet you outside.” He left the store and waited on the curb, wishing that he could be more like the boy with the popsicle, because that would mean he had a popsicle.

Kieran rang up his gift before joining Parker outside with a smile. "Alright. Shall we swap offerings here on the street or should we first complete our task list? I believe we're one typo away from completion."

Parker looked at Kieran’s bag and pressed his lips together. Patience was... not his strong suit, but he shook his head. “We should wait. The suspense will make it better, and I actually know about a typo. It’s not a sign, but it’s close.” He smiled and started to lead them down the road before he changed his mind.

Kieran nodded and followed after Parker. "I have to say, I've been very impressed with your knowledge of our city. You've led me around like a proper citizen." Kieran shrugged. "Perhaps I should start expanding my daily route, see some new sights."

Parker smiled a bit sheepishly. “I kinda just go to work and the gym, but they’re on opposite ends of the town, so...” He shrugged a bit. “But yeah! We should, or, like, you should walk around. There’s some nicer places around here.” He stopped suddenly and held his arm out, motioning to the street, where white letters spelled out ‘BMUP’. “Ta-da.”

Kieran considered the idea only for a moment before arriving at the typo. "Oh." Kieran's eyebrows rose up and a smirk formed on his face. "Oh, that's... That's egregious." A moment later, his smirk opened up into a full on smile and Kieran started to laugh. "Wow. That's tremendously bad." He gasped and covered his mouth with his hands. "Parker, there are only four letters in that word. And two of them are in wrong places!" Kieran guffawed. "Horrific!"

Parker giggled, resting a hand on his sternum as he did to keep himself from laughing too hard, but at Kieran’s comments, he broke. “I know! I think it’s the funniest thing in the world every time I see it!” He shook his head and wiped at one of his eyes. “God, I... It’s really bad, huh? I thought they had stencils for this.”

Kieran laughed even harder at the thought. "You're right! They must—they must have done a few of these, right? How did they mess this one up?" Still laughing, he pulled out his phone to take a picture of the typo. "Quite literally unpronounceable. B-M. Ridiculous."

Parker let out a snort as he laughed. “B-Mup, Scotty.”

Kieran lost it. He almost dropped his phone and quickly stuffed it back into his pocket so he wouldn't fumble again. He shut his eyes and held up a hand. No sound was coming out of him, but he was grinning ear to ear and his back was shaking. "St—st—stop," he managed to breathe out. "B—B—" Kieran couldn't finish repeating the joke. He clutched his chest with one hand. "Oh, fuck. It hurts."

Parker couldn’t respond. He snorted again and doubled over as he laughed, though it almost sounded as though he was crying. He pressed a hand into his side to stop his stitches and hiccuped, which sent him into another fit of laughter. He stood again, finally, eyes misty. “Whew. Oh my. Wow, I...” He wiped his eyes. “I’m glad we saved that for the last thing.”

Parker's hiccup sent Kieran back over the edge just as he was starting to recover. He walked over to the side of the building block and leaned up against it so he could catch his breath. "Wow. I—yes," Kieran managed to stutter out. "That... That is unreal." He rested his head back against the wall, still trying to breathe out the last few chuckles. "Oh, what a day."

Parker grinned widely at his brother and nodded. “And it’s only two,” he mused as he put a little check next to the last thing on their list.

Kieran shook his head. "I am going to require a short nap when we return home, I hope you know." He stood up straight again and stepped toward Parker to offer a handshake. "But good work today. I'm proud of us."

Parker took Kieran’s hand and shook it. “I know.” He bit his lip, eyes glinting. “Are we waiting until we get home for the gifts?”

Kieran snorted. "Is the anticipation corroding at your soul as we speak?"

“It really pains me.” Parker nodded in confirmation. “But I can wait. Maybe it’ll be better if we wait,” he was mostly trying to convince himself.

"Nonsense," Kieran chuckled. He held his paper bag out to Parker. "Here. Cease your suffering."

Parker took the bag from Kieran happily and replaced it with his own. “Are you going to wait until we’re home?”

Kieran accepted the bag with a smile. "I am going to follow your lead. Are you going to wait until we're home?"

Parker shook his head. “Absolutely not.” He paused before opening the bag. “Did you want a picture in front of the road?”

Kieran rolled his eyes. "Just open the present, Parker," he laughed.

Parker grinned and pulled out two black and white mini Eiffel towers, and nodded. He wasn’t always a fan of knick knacks, but that didn’t extend to kitchenware. He put them back and pulled out the third thing in the bag, a somewhat unfortunate looking mouse. He pressed his lips together to keep from laughing at the gift. “Ah... thank you.” It took a few moments for the two to click in his head. “Oh, like Ratatouille?”

Kieran snorted, sensing Parker's confusion. "Yes, I was hoping to get you something with a little more utility, but it seems like none of the people who shop at that store actually aim to cook. So this was the solution I put together," he admitted with a laugh. "Perhaps he can learn the ways of that friendly, deceased gourmand."

Parker laughed and examined the mouse. It was fairly hapless, but it seemed to add to the charm, like the dog they’d seen earlier. “I like it,” he decided. “It’s creative. Maybe he’ll make us lunch one day.”

Kieran laughed at the thought. "I'll make sure to buy vegetables." He opened his paper bag and reached inside. Kieran pulled the small object out and his smile suddenly dissipated. He dropped the object back into the bag and looked up at Parker stunned. "Is this... How do you know about this?"

Parker’s smile faded slightly and he tilted his head. “Oh, well, you always mention that you liked that filmmaker Rudolf something, but it was always around Christmas, you know? And, like, Mal mentioned something once, or made some joke, I dunno.” He frowned. “I can take it back if you want.”

Kieran shook his head quickly. He felt some weird heat rising to his face. "No, no, that's—it's okay." He looked back in the bag at the little reindeer wine stopper that Parker had picked out. A genuine smile came to his face. Kieran pinched his cheeks trying not to grin so wide. "No, it's perfect. I love it. Thank you."

Parker’s smile returned with Kieran’s, no longer afraid that he’d offended him. “Ah, good. Good,” he repeated and hugged his own bag to his chest. He started walking to lead them back to their apartment. “Can you send me the pictures from today?”

Kieran walked alongside Parker, still smiling. "Absolutely. I'll pick out the best shots and send them all when we get back. We can make an album of them."

“Yes.” Parker grinned as he thought about where to put his little mouse on display. “That sounds perfect.” He exhaled a laugh. “I bet this was the most productive April 20th anyone in New Athens has had, honestly.”

"And the day's only half over," Kieran sighed. "I may have lied about the minuteness of my nap. Perhaps you can just wake me up moments before we need to head out the door," he laughed.

“That’s fine.” Parker smiled. “I’ll just sling you over my shoulder and bring a bottle of wine for you to chug.”

Kieran wrapped an arm around his brother and sighed happily. "You truly do know me the best."

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