#peter maximoff angst

[arysbruv]

Confess N’ Run!

You were Peter’s best friend, though… you always wished you were more. Yet, he never seemed that interested in you until a certain cold day.

Pairings: peter maximoff x reader

Warnings and whatnots: Friends to lovers. Angst. Fluff.

You walked in the cold winter, blowing into your hands which did basically nothing. The wind blew at you. You huffed, angry that you decided to go out today.

Suddenly, you got a call on your phone. You clicked your tongue, annoyed, as you answer the call.

“Hello? I’m kinda busy right now.” You say as you continue thrudging in the cold winter.

“Wow, I was just going to ask if you wanted company.” A familiar male voice says.

Peter.

You hadn’t even checked who was calling you but of course it was Peter. Your best friend. You’ve been friends since childhood and you absolutely loved the guy… maybe in more ways than he loved you… but it was alright, you were still his friend and he was still yours.

“What- What do you mean?”

Suddenly a colder gust of wind hits your side. You shiver as you look and see a bundled up Peter, standing beside you. He gives you a lopsided smile. You roll your eyes at him, though you were smiling under your scarf.

“Hi Pete. Nice of you to join me.”

He gives you a smile, touching your shoulder which sends a jolt throughout your entire body. You couldn’t tell if it was from the cold or from him…

“Mind if I walk you back?” He asks grinning ah you as you start walking. You didn’t even say anything as he quickly follows you. The walk back was quieter than usual. You blamed it on the cold when you knew it was probably because you were too nervous to talk to your long time crush, even if he was your current best friend.

How embarrassing, liking a boy who you see every day but only thinks of you as a friend.

You shiver, not knowing if it was from the cold wind blowing on you or from the sudden company of your crush.

“Are you alright?” Peter asks, breaking the silence. You look up from the ground which you have been staring at to avoid the cold wind. You give him a perplexed look.

“Cold.” you say as an explanation.

“Cold? It’s not even that cold!” Peter says, walking a circle around you full of energy. You roll your eyes at him. Ignoring him as you try to move away. The cold was getting to you, you clasps your hands together, rubbing them together and blowing on them. A futile attempt to maintain heat.

Suddenly, you feel a sudden weight on your shoulders. You straighten up and notice a new jacket has appeared on your shoulders. It was big and silver in colour, a plethora of patches decorating its sleeve. You look from the jacket to the now jacket-less Peter.

“Pete…” You start before he shuts you up by punching your shoulder.

“ ‘s alright, I can’t let my girl get cold now, can I?” He says, giving you a large grin and laughing to himself.

My girl.

My.

His

Could he? No… You ignore it, maybe he just meant my girl best friend or something… You weren’t his type…

Before you could do anything, he puts his baby blue beanie on your head. He gives you a giant smile as he did it. The smile. That smile that made you fold every time you saw it. Oh how beautiful was he!

You admired him as he came closer to fix up the beanie on your head. Your eyes fixed on him as he fits the beanie on your head. His hair was mess-ied with cowlicks here and there, yet, it added to his charm. Your face turns red as you notice how close you were to each other.

His eyes wander down to you. His eyes that carried so much joy and emotion. They were calm at that second, no hint of hidden energy. He stops adjusting the beanie, looking at you. He gives you a small smile before going back to pushing your hair into the beanie. You blush, and you swore you saw a small hint of blush taint his cute face.

There’s no possible way…

You quickly avert your eyes. Deep in thought of the sudden hope he just gave you. Was he playing with your feelings? You were pulled back to the reality to the sound of your name being called. You look up at him, humming in response. He gives you a small smile.

“I love you.”

He brings your forehead to his lips and gives a quick peck, before you could do anything he had run off to God knows where.

You were left standing in the cold snow, on your house’s street. Confused and bewildered on the scene that had unfolded in front of you. You stand, frozen in shock.

He kissed you.

HE kissed YOU.

You pull his jacket closer as you continue walking, grumbling that you’ll have to go out soon again to find the man who had just confessed and run.

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Also feel free to shoot me Xmen Peter Maximoff / Quicksilver or Alex Summers / Havok reqs since I’m not getting any other ones right now.

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[evvyyypeters-fics]

A Speedy Recovery

Peter Maximoff/ Quicksilver x mutant!f!reader

Warnings! Angst, slight depiction of gore, vague descriptions of x men stuff, fluff and stuff

Reupload of a request by the coolest @alittleobsessedbitch

I could feel the thick burn of blood in my eye, squinting it closed tightly to keep the red liquid from stinging my cornea, forcefully blinding me and causing me to stumble as I walked back to what I assumed was the direction of Peter’s house.

I just needed my boyfriend at this moment as the pain of my headwound continued to pound at a rhythmic dull throb, that was luckily more numb than it should be due to the adrenaline coursing through my veins, feeling my heartbeat in my ears. My legs felt like I was moving through deep, thick mud. It was a slow and treacherous feeling as I made my way down the street. The fight I had been in hadn’t been too far from the speedster’s home, he had been tasked with a different mission that forced him to stay at his house as the base of the operation. If I could just make it back and get some help then maybe the ringing in my ears would stop and the dull throb coursing through my entire body would stop. I could feel the blood from the gash on my head dripping down the side of my face and off my chin, catching onto my suit.

I really had no idea where I was going at this point, just letting my feet drag me as I hung onto the little bit of consciousness I had left in the moment. I felt like I was getting more tired and weaker the farther I walked, the dull throb slowly becoming an intense ache as my limbs became heavy and the sores on my body began to pound. That’s when I heard it.

“Y/N!” A familiar voice called out in a panic and I heard the rushed slam of a front door. A soft air brushes past me before I feel the warm, large hands of the speedster on my shoulders as he holds me in place. When I realized that I had made it to some sort of safety, my consciousness drained as my limbs began to fall and become limp, slumping into his arms where he kept me upright. I couldn’t even see the panic on his face, but I knew it was there.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get you inside..” Is the last thing I hear before everything goes dark for a while, the words sounding gargled and distant in my head.

A small sliver of light enters my eyes as they flutter open, a slight stained glass look hazes over everything before I finally blink them open fully and become aware of my regained consciousness. For a moment I don’t realize the sharp slap on my cheek, my mind too busy realizing the sharp and throbbing pain covering practically my entire body as all feeling rushes back to me. That’s when I’m snapped out of my daze and see the flash of the silver hair above me and I catch a glimpse of Peter’s face hovered over me, his face contorted in a disturbingly worried furrow. I see his lips moving, but I can barely make out what he’s saying until another sharp slap hits my face and with a quick gasping inhale I can hear the quick worried words slipping past his lips.

“Y/N! Y/N! Come on! Wake up! Please!” He whimpers, his lip quivering. I can see the worried tears stinging his eyes and my heart squeezes. He always pulls on my heartstrings in every way. When he realizes I’m awake he stops smacking at my cheek to bring me back and flashes a quick smile, replacing the stinging feeling of his palm against my cheek and instead caressing it warmly, as if trying to apologize for having to hurt me to get me awake. Even if I was hurting more than anything he could do to me.

“Oh thank god..” He sighs as if a heavy weight had been lifted off his chest that had been constricting his breathing. “Almost lost you for a second.” He chuckles weakly like it was a joke, but we both knew he wasn’t.

I open my mouth to say something, but he quickly silences me, the words get stuck in my throat regardless. My mouth felt dry, my lips chapped and my tongue felt too big to even fit it. I quickly close it and relax myself back into the laid position I was in.

“Now, let’s take care of those wounds of yours.” He says with a subtle smile, seeming less anxious than before now that my eyes were fully open and tracking him. My breathing was steady, occasionally faltering by the feeling of a sharp pain everytime I took too deep of a breath and shifted a bruised limb or side. He comes over with what seems to be a warm, wet cloth and he tenderly cleans up the dried blood that covered my face.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there sooner..” He mumbles as he continues patting the blood from my skin and my eyes try to find his gaze as I give him a sympathetic look, wanting to tell him that it wasn’t his fault and he’s doing his best regardless.

“I would say I can’t imagine your pain…but I kind of can.” He gives a soft chuckle that shrugs his shoulders and I giggle myself, causing a sharp pain again that causes me to wince and he freaks out for a moment, quickly trying to steady me.

“Sorry! Sorry!” He yelps, chewing on his lip like he was guilty. It was cute how pathetic he was, but I just wanted to slap him myself and hit some sense into him to keep it together. If not for his sake, then for mine. We spent the next few minutes in silence as he cleaned away the blood on my skin. He was clearly trying to avoid my gaze as I kept my eyes on what he was doing, trying to keep his focus on the wet cloth. When I did catch his eyes for a moment he seemed to blush for a second, his face turning a quick soft pink.

“Peter Maximoff…am I making you nervous when I’m all bloodied up?” I ask in a weak, dry and gravelly voice as I flash a smirk in the corner of my mouth. The words struggling to come out for a second.

“N-No.” He says bluntly, but I can tell the falter in his answer and the hesitance.

“Do I look really hot right now?” I ask, amused and wanting to tease him, squeezing whatever embarrassingly cute reaction I could out of him.

He bit his lip and refused to answer, pretending I was just acting out because I was loopy from my injuries. But I knew what I meant, I was very aware.

“Save your energy, you’re really hurt.” He says, trying to scold me. Peter was really bad at trying to be authoritative towards me, but it always made me somewhat proud and fond of him when he tried, even if he was really bad at it.

I wince when he begins to clean the wound on my head, lightly dabbing some disinfectant on it that causes it to burn momentarily. He apologies everytime I wince a little or whine from the pain, straining against the couch he had apparently rested me upon as soon as he got me inside.

He finally finished dressing all of my wounds, especially the one on my head, and I stayed silent just like he had asked–not wanting to distress him anymore than I had, causing him to worry about me in ways that pained me more than the wounds on my body. I tried to sit up a little onto the couch, becoming uncomfortable from laying down in the same stiff and still position, instantly groaning and wincing at the sharp pain that followed through my body when even twitching a limb. He quickly forced me to lay back down, easing me against the couch.

“Let me get you something.” He says in a frenzy, trying to keep his voice stable. But I could tell he was still anxious.

He rushed back to my side with a tall glass of water and two pain pills in his hands, giving me the pills to throw down my throat and holding the back of my head gently as he helped me drink down a few sips of water to swallow down the pills. Resting my head back against the couch cushion I sighed and waited for the pills to take effect, my head turning to look at Peter who was now sitting comfortably on the floor beside me.

“Don’t even think about joining me on every mission now to protect me,” I begin, scanning his twitching expression, practically able to read his thoughts. “Not that I don’t want to work with you, but I’m perfectly capable. This was just a scuff, and I don’t need a guard dog.”

“I didn’t–” He cuts himself off, sighing and knowing there was really no argument to make. “Alright.” He nods, a soft smile growing on his face.

“C’mere” The painkillers starting to kick in, I carefully pushed my back flush against the back of the couch, making just enough room beside me. I out-stretched my arms to welcome him.

He hesitated for a second, but climbed up on the couch beside me. We laid flush in each other’s arms, his chin resting upon my head as we wrapped our arms around each other. I could now hear his breathing begin to soften and steady, even able to hear the settle of his heartbeat as I rested against his chest. The warmth and rhythmic sounds of his body soothed me and melted away some of the pain still stinging at my body.

“Feel better?” I ask, my voice muffled against his body.

He chuckles at the sound and nods his head. “Yeah.”

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[wandascrush]

Starks ball

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader, Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader, Avengers x Fem!Reader, Platonic Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Stress, hunger, descriptions of female body, that's it I think?

Pt. 4 to my DIWK series

You stood frozen in the middle of the room, Wanda’s words echoing in your head. She knows… but what does she know?

The door clicked shut behind her, and you released a shaky breath, your heart hammering in your chest. You knew the risks when you were put on this mission, especially as a “new” Avenger. But Wanda? Wanda finding out? That’s something you hadn’t prepared for. The mission was already complicated, but now there was more than just the Avengers at stake—there was Natasha. If Wanda told her or anyone else before you had a chance to explain, everything would come crashing down. Lives were at stake. Your life was at stake.

You ran a hand through your hair, pacing as your thoughts raced. Confronting Wanda now would only raise more suspicion. But the thought of Natasha lingered, her lips, her kiss, the way she looked at you with that rare softness. You shouldn’t even be thinking about letting anyone in—this mission wasn’t about feelings—but here you were, caught between conflicting desires. Shit.

The next morning, a hard thud at your door jolted you awake. The clock read 5:30 a.m. Now who the fu—oh. Natasha stood waiting outside, her hair pulled back into a ponytail, dressed in a black zip-up and leggings. Meanwhile, your unruly hair curled every which way like a lion’s mane, your eyes heavy with sleep.

“Hey, Nat. What’s wrong?” your voice came out raspy.

She smirked. “What, I need a reason now to knock on your door at 5:30 a.m.?”

“Kinda, yeah.”

“Wake your ass up, we’re going on a run.”

   A groan almost escaped you, but you swallowed it down. If Natasha wasn’t so pretty, funny, and smart—and whatever, if she wasn’t your friend—you would’ve said no. But instead, you forced a smile.

“I was thinking the same thing!”

A chuckle rumbled in her chest. “Sure you were, Y/N. Sure.”

“I was! I’m dead serious, y’know.” You winked and started washing up.

Ten miles later, you collapsed on the grass, panting and regretting your early mornings decisions. "So, is this your idea of a hangout—or torture?" you gasped, trying to regain your breath.

“This is a rest day for me, sweetheart,” Natasha teased, lying beside you, her hands on her chest as she slowed her breathing.

“Good for you, asshole. Brunch?”

As the sun roasted you both, you noticed Natasha’s eyes flickering over you. Her gaze lingered on your body—your curves, your strong arms, your legs. The way your chest rose and fell with a steady rhyth,, the glistening of sweat on your breasts- she quickly turned away, mentally scolding herself. No better than a man.

Earlier, during the run, she’d run out of water, and you hadn’t hesitated to share yours. There was something unexpectedly sweet about that, and it caught her off guard. As she looked back at you now, Natasha realized how easy it was to talk to you, how natural everything felt when it was just the two of you.

Together, the two of you were refreshing. Conversation flowed easily, and if you weren’t careful, hours would pass by without notice. The food grew cold from how little either of you ate, too busy laughing, teasing, and genuinely listening. It wasn’t just casual banter, either—Natasha let herself be semi-vulnerable in those rare moments.

Later that night, after a quick shower, you were just about to figure out what to eat for a late dinner when the door to your bedroom beeped. Your heart leapt in your chest, half-expecting Wanda. But when the door slid open, it was Natasha. She leaned against the frame, arms crossed, her eyes searching your face.

“Busy?” she asked, her voice calm, but the tension between you was unmistakable.

You forced a smile, though it didn’t reach your eyes. “Always.”

Natasha stepped into the room, the space between you disappearing as her fingers brushed your arm. The air around you shifted. Her touch grounded you, but it also pulled you deeper into the mess you were in.

“I’ve been thinking…” she trailed off, her voice quieter now, her walls lowering.

Your pulse quickened. “Yeah?”

Natasha’s usual steel gaze softened, and there was no hint of a joke in her eyes this time. “About how stupid this is. Letting this happen.”

Your heart sank. “You think this is stupid?”

She frowned slightly, stepping back just enough to create space. “No. I mean…yes. Actually, yeah. Look at us.We know better. With everything going on. The missions, the risks. We both know what this kind of thing leads to. It’s too complicated.”

You wanted to reassure her, to tell her that whatever this was between you wasn’t a mistake. That you were more than friends…omething in-between. But the secret you were carrying tightened in your chest, choking the words. “Nat, I… there’s something I need to—”

Before you could finish, alarms blared throughout the compound, red lights flashing in sync with the shrill warning. Natasha’s posture instantly shifted back into mission mode, her eyes darting to the ceiling.

“Guess we’ll have to table that for now,” she muttered, pulling away. “We’ll pick this up later.”

You nodded, but the weight in your chest told you “later” might never come.

The Quinjet hummed as you stepped onto the launch pad, where Tony, Steve, and Clint were already preparing to gear up. You tried to shake off the tension, the ache in your chest, but it stayed with you. Natasha caught your eye for a split second, then turned to Steve.

“A mission this late?” you asked. “What’s going on?”

“Sorry, Y/N,” Steve said as he strapped on his shield. “We only need Nat on this one. Fury said he needs you on his level.”

Oh?  “Yeah, sure. Good luck.”

    The elevator ride to Fury’s office felt endless, every floor an opportunity to dwell on how complicated things had become. The familiar ding finally broke your thoughts, and you stepped into the stark, empty office. Fury was already seated, his legs propped on the desk, twirling a butterfly knife between his fingers. His face unreadable, as usual.

“Fury.”

“L/N. Sit.” The leather crunched awkwardly beneath you as you sat, the musky scent of his cologne filling the air and already giving you a headache.

“What about ‘inconspicuous presence’ did you not understand?” Fury asked, his voice sharp.

“Come aga—” Before you could finish, Fury slid three photos across the desk. You and Natasha, laughing over breakfast hours earlier.

Oh.

“You don’t think HYDRA agents eat breakfast? You don’t think they spend time in the city? You were out in public with Natasha.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think—”

Fury’s booming voice cut you off again. “What the hell were you thinking, Agent? One slip-up, and the whole operation goes up in smoke. All for some damn eggs and bacon?”

   The room fell quiet. A part of you wanted to laugh, maybe out of nerves. But Fury’s sigh across the desk was heavy, frustrated.

“This is getting too complicated. And I have more at stake now than I did before... things have changed. In the months I’ve been at HYDRA, I’ve only given them three useful pieces of intel. They’re getting suspicious, Fury. And impatient. You know that.”

He was silent. 

You continued, “And I’m trying to log into their data network, find their other bases but they always have someone in there with me- watching. It’s like they know…”

    Fury sat up, his gaze locking onto yours. “Are you telling me you can’t handle this? This is your operation, I recruited you specifically for this. You’ve fed us valuable intel…maybe even the most we’ve been able to get from the inside thus far. Hold out a little longer. I’ll send you another file to pass off—something useless.”

You swallowed hard and cleared your throat. “I won’t let you down.”

As you turned to leave, Fury’s voice followed you. “And Agent?”

You craned your neck around, one foot out the door, “Yea, boss?”

“Keep those eyes open.”

   You nodded on your way out, and the weight in your chest grew heavier. That insistent, intimidating Mr. Clean look-alike always knew how to push the right buttons. He knew you loved being an agent, loved SHIELD, loved the Avengers- this oddball family of heroes. The day he walked into your training grounds, dodging the blows and kicks all around him to get to where you were- knife throwing station- and handed you a sealed black envelope was a memory like no other. Being asked to join the Avengers had been an honor you didn’t see coming, but now, more than ever, you wondered how long you could keep this going.

   That night, after washing up and doing your skincare, you heard a knock at your door. When you opened it, Wanda stood there, dressed in a black hoodie and grey sweats, her eyes cast downward.

“No one’s here, and I need help with my hair for tomorrow… I heard you were good at braiding.”

You forgot the Stark ball was tomorrow. You gestured for her to sit on the bed, positioning yourself behind her. “Mind if I brush through your waves first?”

Wordlessly, Wanda levitated the brush over to you, setting it in your lap. As the brush found its rhythm, the tension between you began to ease. The silence, once unbearable, became perfect. Fifteen minutes in, Wanda’s head began to dip, her body relaxing. Eventually, she drifted off to sleep, her breathing soft and even.

You smirked to yourself. Not how I thought tonight would go.

You finished braiding her hair gently, watching as she snuggled into your bed. With a sigh, you grabbed a few pillows and a blanket and settled down on the floor. Great for your back, really.

When Wanda woke up the next morning, confusion clouded her brain until she remembered last night. She looked over at you, a small lump curled up under blankets on the floor. With a gentle flick of her wrist, she dropped the hairbrush onto you.

“Ow! What was that for?” you blinked the sleep out of your eyes, stretching out your stiff back.

“What happened last night?” she asked, sitting up in bed.

“You fell asleep, so I braided your hair. Then I slept on the floor.”

“And you slept on the floor because…?”

“I wanted you to be comfortable.”

Wanda frowned, but something in her softened. She quickly masked it, crossing her arms. “Well, you shouldn’t have done that. It’s your bed. Next time, just kick me out.”

“Next time?” You raised an eyebrow, peering up at her with a teasing grin.

“Shut up.”

“No can do. My room, my rules.”

Wanda hated how nonchalant you could be—so guarded, yet so soft when you wanted to be. And that contradiction? It was driving her insane.

The day of the Stark ball, the tower transformed into a dazzling, jazz-filled event. You slipped into a navy-blue silk dress, applied just the right amount of makeup, and made your way downstairs to join the rest of the Avengers.

It felt like hours of shaking hands and exchanging pleasantries with strangers, but eventually, you found yourself leaning against the cool marble surface of the bar counter, sipping on a cocktail when you heard the familiar click of heels.

“That you, Tasha?” you asked without turning around.

“Spot on,” Natasha said, her voice warm, as she approached. When you turned to face her, you were struck by how stunning she looked. Her hair was curled to perfection, dark red lips giving her a sultry pout. The pout you so desperately wanted to kiss again.

Her hand grazed your hip as she pulled you in a little closer. “You look nice.”

You didn’t realize Wanda was watching from across the room, her grip tightening on her champagne flute. You tried to shake off the heat rising in your chest.

“I know,” you said, your voice cool, though your pulse quickened. Natasha smirked, her fingers lingering. If you wanted her to stop, you would’ve pulled away by now.

“Don’t be sore with me, honey.”

“Why would I be sore with you, Romanoff? We’re friends after all.” But the tension was thick between you.

“Friends? Maybe it’s a little more complicated than that,” Natasha whispered, her breath warm against your neck. There was a slight push in her tone.

“Maybe. But you don’t like complicated.”

“Says who?”

“Says you, earlier,” you teased, gently moving her hands away before walking off. Natasha watched you closely, biting the inside of her cheek as she watched you walk away, ever so non-chalant.

Later, you found a quiet corner to sit in, trying to collect your thoughts when Wanda appeared. She swayed her hips a little as she approached—unconscious, but it caught your eye.

“L/N,” she said, sitting down beside you. “I just wanted to say thanks.”

“For?”

“Letting me sleep. You should’ve kicked me out.”

“Why would I do that? When someone’s tired, let them sleep.”

Wanda narrowed her eyes at you, skeptical. “You looked like a dejected puppy.”

You smirked, taking a sip of your martini.

For the rest of the night, the two of you sat in comfortable silence, exchanging small quips and people-watching. Wanda’s eyes occasionally flickered to you, admiring the way your dress fell gracefully over your body. You were still a bit of an enigma to her, but that curiosity had slowly shifted into something more. You were a bit annoying, but she was starting to not mind it so much. And you were starting not to mind her attitude.

The next afternoon, while nursing a mild hangover, you lay on the couch in the common room, sipping water when Peter flopped down next to you, looking half-dead.

“You and me both, kid,” you groaned.

He didn’t respond, too drained to talk. You nudged his shoulder. “What’s up?”

“Midterms. Been studying for weeks. Can’t sleep.”

“So why are you here and not at home?”

“I needed a change of pace. Plus, May has a date… I didn’t want to be around for that.”

You chuckled and dragged yourself up from the couch, heading toward the kitchen. “Hungry?”

“I could eat,” Peter mumbled.

As you started making tomato soup and grilled cheese, you caught him peeking over your shoulder, curious but awkward. “Peter, if you’re that interested, why don’t you help me?”

He joined you, and the two of you made a mess of the kitchen. Watching Peter struggle to cut tomatoes was endearing, and you were reminded of someone special.

“You know who you remind me of right now?” you said, a small smile playing on your lips.

“Uh—a kid who can’t cut tomatoes?”

“No, dumbass. You remind me of my sister.”

“Older or younger?”

“Younger. By now, she would’ve been your age.”

“Would’ve been?”

You opened your mouth to explain, but before you could speak, a sneeze echoed from the hallway. You recognized it immediately.

“You can come out now, Wands. I know that sneeze.”

Wanda sheepishly stepped into view, a flush on her cheeks. “What’re you two up to?”

“Lunch. Want some?” you asked, feeling a sudden urge to impress her with your cooking. As she tasted the soup, you watched her intently.

Wanda moaned softly at the taste, and your heart skipped a beat. “This is amazing.”

You beamed. “My very own recipe.”  Maybe everything wasn't so bad after all.

[icannot3]

"Enough"

(Peter Maximoff x reader)

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: none

I did something a little different with this one, I hope you guys like it! :)

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Fire. There is a fire lit inside of him that burns hotter with each passing moment. It’s in his lungs- his legs. It only drives him to move faster with each long stride. He almost leaps across the dark halls.

Peter's mind has become a frenzied wasteland with your safety knowingly at stake. Moments before he had been notified by the team that you'd been left behind. He didn't wait for the next planned course of action. Charles's voice is soft in his head. "Peter, you need to be rational. This is not how we go about things. Stop at once, and please return."

Unluckily for the Professor, Peter does not view this matter as one that consecutively needs agreed on. He's hightailing it through the perimeter, scouting every crevice of the large building. Only after his breath falls short and his legs physically can no longer move from the exhaustion does he slow.

The walls are shaking, and the foundation of the building is slowly crumbling. He knows it's only a matter of time before the place is a complete pile of ash. The idea of you covered in the debris leaves him far more winded than the running.

No. He won't allow it.

With a newfound level of incentive, he whips through the premises once more. Peter is screaming your name, hoping you can hear him from wherever you may be knowing that you're going to be okay.

"Peter. Stop. You need to come back. This is just putting you both in danger." Charles is much louder now, his urgency appearant. Suddenly, every muscle in his body contracts and locks up in a still position. He's left paralyzed in an upright position. His heart hammers in his chest uncontrollably. "I do not want to resort to force, Peter."

Tears are welling up in his eyes now. Nothing is in his control. His breath shutters. Peter's movements become his own once more as the Professor releases him. There's a loud crashing noise, and a large piece of ceiling falls to the ground. But he couldn't care less. Instead of escaping, he simply slumps to the ground defeatedly.

"You just don't get it, do you, Professor?" He runs his gloved hand through his hair. "You have no clue what it's like living your entire life as a screw up." He blinks, grimacing as he imagines Charles hearing him now. Peter's glad he can't see the knowing look on his face, as if he possibly understands the issue beyond digging through the secrets in his mind. "Don't act like you do. Ah! The life of Peter Maximoff, the fastest man alive, yet can't seem to make it on time to spill the beans to dear old dad! Irony, right?"

If Charles even bothered to respond, Peter surely can no longer hear anything but his raging thoughts. "I mean, I can outrun time, dodge bullets, even grab a snack mid-rescue, but admit to Magneto that I'm his son? Now, that's a marathon I can't seem to finish. "

He throws his hands in the air, now hysterical. "Oh, but for such a pathetic guy, I gotta have some sort of redeeming quality, right? Maybe I can save the girl! But it appears that the love of my life is in danger, and I can't even do that. Yippie. That's me, Peter Maximoff! Always a step ahead, yet always a step behind."

He stands, wiping his face off with his hands. In the midst of the chaos, there came a silence. A silence so profound, it seemed to swallow up the world around him. No witty retorts, no bursts of speed, just him and his thoughts. It was as if the world had come to a standstill, leaving him trapped in the slow crawl of introspection. In this moment, he is completely and utterly as alone as he has always felt.

The clamor of the world fades into a distant hum, replaced by the deafening echo of his own heartbeat. Everything around him blurs, details lost in a sea of uncertainty. His breath catches in his throat, a silent plea for a respite that wouldn't come.

Suddenly, like a lightning bolt, clarity strikes Peter. Self-deprecation won't save you. His gaze hardens, determination replacing the fear. The world comes rushing back, the noise, the chaos, all of it. But now, he's not drowning in it. He's using it, channeling it.

His feet move before he even realizes it, each step a silent promise to himself. He won't let you down. Not this time. The world blurs around him as he picks up speed, everything else falling away until there's only one thing left, the one thing that matters - you.

Peter's heart pounds in his chest, not from fear, but anticipation. The rubble slowly crashes behind him as the building nears its demise. He searches high and low, not wasting a single second.

There's a sound. It's so faint that he almost misses it entirely. But he sprints towards its direction, leading him outside of the building. There you are, limping away from the structure that in Peter's mind is slowly toppling over and is about to crush you. In your injured state, it's been made impossible to escape. Luckily, he swoops in at the perfect moment to catch and pull you away.

Relief washes over him, sending chills through his body from the intensity. You're both coughing from the inhalation of dust that has soiled the fresh air. He could care less and only pulls you to him tighter. He can feel your strong heartbeat. The previous fear and doubt he felt all began to melt away. It's replaced by a sense of accomplishment, knowing that despite everything he saved you.

He's pressing kisses to your brow, consoling you as much as he can. With a sigh of relief, he finally lets go of the guilt that had been gnawing at him. He has proven to himself that he is capable, that he is enough. And in that moment, he finds closure. He's no longer the boy who can't act fast enough. He's the hero who did.

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It's just pretend right ? (Bucky Barnes x reader) part 5

summary : after an amazing day the terror twins come to bring kitty's world and everything she has known crashing to the world making her run off and face a past she's never known while she discovers a new "gift" , bucky find out she not the only one .

warning : this one is angsty i'm sorry but it for the plot i promise it not all angst , violence and shitty family .

Previous part

To say tony stark spent his day digging through everything and anything wouldn’t be a lie , they man had to give it to fury , he had the file completely locked but he’s tony stark  of course he found a way in and he suddenly wished he never did . He wished he could have gone back to be in the dark because what was hidden made his stomach twist and turn and it was all  information on a person he considered family.  How was he going to tell her this without breaking her beautiful stubborn little heart breaking the bonds and trust she’s had all these years. He read it over and over wishing it was some sick prank but when Nick fury walked into the lab the look on his face only confirmed it. 

“ How long did you know” was all he said, making Bruce look at the men in confusion. 

“ you shouldn’t be hacking the servers stark that file was not meant to be read”. 

“ does she know what’s in those files  the ones you hide very well i might add but not well enough” he crossed and uncrossed his arms frankly wanting to punch someone or something.  

“She has no idea and it’s not for us to tell her” fury stood tall on the issue . 

“ So what , you're just going to have agents looking after her and hope she doesn’t notice , well hate to tell you buddy she did” he scoffed. 

“ What are you talking about Stark? I never had agents watching her. the whole point of it no one  knowing  where she was” fury stopped face dropping . 

“ These aren’t your vehicles because their registers with shields” he turned the screen. 

“ Jesus for a genius you're a dumbass sometimes that’s a list of known vehicles we’ve had on watch list not inventory , how long she notices these”. 

“ Since she was a kid, she just thinks it is one of those strange routine things , what or who is watching her fury” Bruce gritted his teeth. 

“ hydra” he sighed. 

 “ we have to tell her” . 

“ Just let's think of a plan , she's safe now with nat and the guys” tony sighed not really knowing what to do.

 “ We need to tell them tony. "I know i’ll send the file, let her family give her the chance to tell her, i better go to see if they need back up  “ he felt his own heart fall into his stomach as he pulled his phone out . 

Walking into the kitchen nat gave her a quick hello before answering the phone and rushing out the room.  

“ How was the church?” her mother smiled. 

“ I didn't go in , me and Bucky walked around town and had lunch” she smiled brightly. 

“  Let me guess bacon burger and milkshake”.

 “ most definitely shared stories of the past and even had grandma laughing” she sat . “ Maybe she is dying,” Izzy mused as Maya slapped her arm . 

“ we were talking about pop pop , wonder if he would be proud of me” her eyes fell to  her hands in her lap . 

“ Would he, that’s a stupid question , he’d be down the bars and fishing lake bragging majorly at his kitty kicking ass  and saving the world” .

 “actually kicking names and taking ass” she chuckled, only for them to be confused as the inside joke. 

All of her years being in the life she had moments she loved and moments she hated  and as she looked at the file on the jet computer this was a moment she despised completely.  The moment in time finding out her close friend represented her own in a way , a family raising her for an evil organization yet this time it was prolonged .  how was she going to explain to her best friend her life was basically a lie , that the ones she loved were just pretending to care . 

“ What is this” was all she heard, turning to see Steve and Bucky standing completely shocked at the words on the screen of the jet's computer. 

“ This is why she has been followed ,  she’s an experiment from hydra god i hate that even came out of my mouth because she’s not , she’s  our Y/N “ nat sighed. 

“ what?” . 

“ she’s a experiment , her mother is a test subject , they pumped her full of serums under the guise of being some new drug for expectant mothers but she died during the childbirth and well Y/N was kept so they could continue it that was  now she must be with host family” nat growled the last parted . 

“ we have to tell her , i mean this is a big thing to hide” bucky feet heading towards the door only to look up and see her father standing looking like the color vacated his face. 

“ explain” nat growled .

“ Where's dad?” she asked, seeing the two boys coming into the kitchen . 

“ He's on that jet seeing if the others are coming in” Jack shrugged. 

“ probably showing off” she mused but still she felt her eyes looking to the door. 

“I’ll get them” she smiled softly, kissing her mothers cheek before heading out to the door.  Just as she stepped off the porch the car stopped in front of her screeching . 

 “ YOU DRUGGED US”  the voice screamed as she felt her heart beating and her body shaking.

 “ you insolent child , what was the soldiers attention on my daughters too much? '' her aunt's voice called coming toward her . then the world went a mumbling and muttering like she was underwater , she could hear the protest of cassie sort of but the fear in her had her in almost like internal bubble. 

 “ hey back the fuck up before i pull those dollar store extensions out of your head” she heard izzy voice standing before her and jessies arms around her pulling her back to earth .  

“ she made a fool of us in front of the avengers because of her vendetta against us” leah screeched. 

“ vendetta you almost killed her” izzy growled  the whole commotion as they stood out of the jet. 

“ whats going on? '' Nat asked, coming to her side for the first time ever seeing the powerhouse she knew all these years, shaking like a scared child . 

“ i don’t know why you think you're so special , you’ll never be one of us. ''Emma cried, holding her still sore stomach. 

“ i don’t know why you hate her but she is family. '' Izzy went to dive at the woman but Jack held her back. 

'' You're still feeding them that crap” her aunt scoffed. 

“ what are you talking about? '' Jessie spat. 

“ she is not one of us..”. 

'' Shut up, don't be so cold, let us tell her '' her mother cried . 

“ what you talkin about tell her .. what’s going on” she felt the world spinning completely , everything so much as her knees threatening to fail holding her up .

 “ Mom, stop this is ridiculous , I wish I was never part of you guys” cassie cried. 

“ live somewhere else hey sis since you take unwanted dumpster babies you can take one more”. “ mama” y/n spun around. 

“ What is going on” Jessie snapped. 

“ Well your mom and dad found her in a dumpster and we all had to pretend she was our family, sad really” Emma snarled . 

“ mama” she asked again looking for the woman to tell her it was a sick lie but the look she gave her was  there was truth in there words . “ It was all a lie” she asked, feeling the stinging tears falling down her cheeks . “ i  can’t breathe” she pushed off her brother walking away from the gang of her family or where they are strangers now. She didn’t listen to the calls from her or the fighting going on behind her.  Her skin becoming brighter as the flames took over not letting anything or one come closer it was all too much . she started running straight to the one thing she could always depend on and  gripping  the reigns in her hands  and belting out jumping over the cars ignoring the cries and pleading to come back .  

She knew something was always off , how she was always treated so differently . Never accepted nor values and only got worse when she got her “gifts” . The way they could never be proud of her , she could solve world hunger and bring peace to the universe And they would still find a way to find a way to criticize her. Everything she tried To get their approval it was met with a wall and disapproving scowls. It all made sense but her parents to Keep something so big , so major away from her.  It was soul destroying why would they keep It , where were her birth parents why didn't they want her? She heard the car Coming she turned slightly relieved That it wasn't a familiar one except it beep spooking Star as she turned to see the incoming branch so quick she couldn't miss it only for it to hit her head And send her straight to the ground as the horse kept going. 

“ oh shit my bad” the voice called. 

“ well you shouldn't have beeped asshole” she groaned She couldn't focus her vision and the warm liquid going Into her eyes didn't help . 

“ here let me” he Walked and instantly  She felt some thing was off moving away from the man her hands filled with flames shooting them into the sky About almost as a flare Hoping Someone would see it .

 “ I ain't gonna hurt you I just do the delivery “ she could hear the cockiness in his voice. 

“ get away from me it's a warning”. 

“ how The head?” He asked. 

“ perfect “ she smiled wiping the blood off Her eye. Her Hand ready as he walked The flames got stronger ready to toast the creep .

“ You are gonna pass out either way Just get in the car” .  She didn't Like he was right she could feel the exhaustion Take over.  

“ she not alone creeper” a voice Called. 

“ tony?” She whisper.

 “ hello my little pyro baby” he called as he blasted the car as a jet  Parked behind her. “ oh buddy you wanna hope my horse Is ok” She laughed . 

“ put the gun down dipshit” she could hear Tony's eyes rolling as she stood behind Him . 

“ Who's in the jet” she asked . 

“ that's not us  , the guys are coming you think you can help hold Them off Til then” she asked. 

“ I think I can burn bitches , ask questions later” she nodded seeing them slowly approaching her . 

 “ lets show them why is a bad idea to mess with us then kiddo”  he shot the a blast as the agents began running towards them . she started throwing blast of her  own hitting them ignoring the scream from the men as she felt the flame push higher  trying to keep herself from falling or letting tony to deal with it alone only for her whole body to go on flames like a surge of power burned through her as she took on a new lease on life suddenly she didn’t feel pain nor tired she felt something else though like she thought of everything else and shift of her mind and the flames where gone completely . 

“ holy shit” she gasped as tony turned to see her looking down as the vines came from her palms wrapping around the agents .

 “ did you know you could do that?” he asked. 

“ really does it look like i knew ?” she asked looking at her hands in disbelief. 

“ freak out later” he huffed knocking the delivery man unconscious .  

“ i don’t feel so good” she said softly before hitting the ground only for tony to see the dart sticking in her neck . 

“ shit shit” . 

“ stay back here also thanks for the lift”  nat called as they ran over tony . 

“  where can i help” jessie asked.

“ knock em out” nat threw her batons over . 

“  she ok?” steve asked. 

“ dart to the neck , vines and shit  , i’ll  explain later” tony called nodding to more agents coming out of the jet.   

“ ready soldier and knock out don’t kill” nat called . “

 i  know what to do natalia” bucky called. 

“ i meant the other soldier forget it go” she charged towards each of them taking them down easily and thankfully to his training and past years in combat spots jessie was able to hold his own while bucky stayed near y/n not daring to let anyone close to her til he was able to get her to the car safely wondering how it went so good to so bad almost in a blink of an eye.   Least it wasn’t what nat thought well not fully what she thought and it was better she heard it herself once she woke up . agents down as they used whatever was to hand to detain them knowing fury had shield already on the way  the moment before tony could even land . 

“ who was that and why did they sedate my little sister” jessie panted handing nat back her batons  as he pulled took the dart up only for tony to take it . 

“ hydra and they want her back “ tony  flew off heading in the direction of the ranch. 

“ lets get her off the ground” only for bucky to life her up  seeing a flower in her hand almost clutching it . 

 “I’ll get star” was all jessie said heading off as they drove off knowing he would follow off . as they drove the shield vans drove straight passed almost too fast while she was completely out cold as bucky guarded her barely even letting nat check her over . they pulled into the drive seeing her family the other clearing out after nat told them colorfully what she would do if they didn’t . her cousin sitting completely lost knowing it was for the best but it didn’t hurt less knowing her own parents and sibling were borderline shallow ego filled monsters . 

“ what happened is she ok ?” jack asked almost lost himself in a spilt moment the family shifted and change not with y/n though didn’t matter  she was their sister. 

“ she out cold but she be ok well sort of” nat smiled weakly . 

“ you’re friends in the jet … where is jessie” izzy asked unsure of what to even do . 

“ coming he’s getting star, jack you wanna get the door we need to get her to bed” bucky asked . 

“ course erm cassie come on we can show you to the guest room” he called as the girl nodded heading into the house.  “ she ok she just needs rest” he explained as his parents rushed to her side.  

“ erm i don’t have clothes or anything?” cassie sniffled . 

“ me and maya will get your things” izzy smiled softly. 

“ i’ll get your things” jessie stormed in not once looking at his parents only checking y/n then storming out. 

“ jack “ izzy nodded as he followed. “ he’s alway been protective of y/n probably cause knew deep down she was like him “ izzy explained. 

“ like him how?” bucky asked confused . 

“ well he must of known deep down she was adopted like him , which i don’t understand this we knew he was , why is y/n different we wouldn’t have treated her different” . 

“ adopted or like y/n adopted “ bucky looked at her dad. 

“ what’s the difference?” 

“ he knows why , answer me “ bucky asked . 

“ y/n adopted “ her dad sighed as bucky almost growled carrying her out of the door to the jet not  stopping . 

“ y/n not the first “ was all he said as they looked at him wondering if the revelation would ever end .

Part 6

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Guardian Angel

Chapter 9: When in Rome

Summary: I have no idea how to summarize this chapter besides saying buckle up. 🫣

Warnings: Danger, angst, claustrophobia.

Word Count: 6.3k

A/N: My apologies for how long it took to get this chapter posted. I wanted to take my time on it because it’s essential to the rest of the story. I hope you enjoy it!

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You walked into your room, anxiously shutting the door behind you. Your mind races as you pace back and forth. Running your fingers through your hair, you struggle to comprehend why Onyx Petroleum would be interested in Sokovian land. Your mental spiral is interrupted by a knock on your door, followed by Tony's voice asking if you're okay. You open the door, and the billionaire walks in, quickly shutting the door behind him.

"I can't believe I didn't clock it before," Tony said, holding up the newspaper. "Those con artists from Onyx Petroleum are your parents - sorry."

You force a smile and respond, "It's okay. They deserve the title, trust me."

"I know firsthand," Tony muttered.

“You know my parents?” 

“Your father was a regular visitor of the Stark Expo in the old days.” You're taken aback, wondering how you never knew that. “Dear old dad rarely spoke to me growing up, but I remember he once said that Y/F/N Y/L/N was the only person who made him believe that humanity was doomed to extinction.”

“Sounds about right,” you said.

“Oh, and then," he recounted, "A few years ago at a September Foundation grant presentation at Cal Tech. Your mother, as usual, was doing her thing - schmoozing with everyone. She cornered Pepper and started rambling about how a partnership between Onyx Petroleum and Stark Industries could transform the global oil exploration and production industry. Pepper kindly reminded her that Stark Industries no longer partners with companies or individuals that harm the environment or the population. So your mother called Pepper a fraud and threw her drink in her face! Can you believe that?"

You sigh as you sit down on the edge of the bed, “Unfortunately, yes.”

"Any idea what this is about?" Tony asked, holding up the paper again.

You shake your head, saying, "No clue. They've never shown any interest in foreign oil.”

"Do you have access to anything that would give us insights into their business dealings?" Tony inquired.

You shake your head again, feeling helpless. "Not anymore. My parents removed me from all of their bank accounts and company mainframes when they kicked me out," you say with a huff, throwing yourself back onto the bed. “I don’t get it. Sokovia was destroyed. What’s left for them to find.”

“Vibranium.”

“What?” You said as you sat up. “That doesn't make sense. Sokovia was a war zone.”

“What do you think they were fighting over?” The billionaire asked rhetorically. 

“How do you know this, Tony?” 

“After Ultron's attack on Sokovia and the subsequent sinking of Navi Grad, FRIDAY performed an extensive deep-sea mapping of the ocean—every square centimeter. Seven hundred thousand images were captured at a depth of almost 4,000 meters,” Tony explained, tapping the screen on his watch. “The mapping exercise was aimed at locating the submerged remnants of the destroyed city and ensuring the safety of any underwater vehicles or divers exploring the area. Doing so would provide insights into the underwater topography of the region and assist in the reconstruction efforts.” 

You rise to your feet as a hologram of the 3D map materializes before your eyes.

“Instead, FRIDAY found something else,” Tony explained, shifting pieces back and forth through the air. “Outside of Wakanda, Sokovia has the largest natural vein of Vibranium anywhere in the world, but no one has been able to mine it yet because…,” zooming in on the composite. “It’s underwater.”

You studied the 3D image carefully, trying to comprehend how Onyx Petroleum would go about mining the most potent substance on Earth. 

“This much Vibranium in anyone’s hands is frightening,” Tony said. “In the hands of a company notorious for unethical business practices, it’s perilous.” 

“Does Wanda know?” Your mind was racing with concern for your girlfriend.

“No, and I don’t think we should tell her,” closing the hologram. 

“What? Why not? She has a right to know! It was her home. We can’t just—“

"Easy, Willy Wonka," Tony said. "I know she needs to know, but we need more information before we can act. I need to do some more research and figure out the next steps. In the meantime, tell the rest of the team what we know. Wanda is running point on a full-team, large-scale mission the day after tomorrow, and it benefits no one for her to be distracted, right?" 

You nod hesitantly in agreement, still processing everything. "Trust me, Y/N. If we take our eyes off the ball, bad things happen. We need to be strategic and focused if we're going to keep everyone safe." 

After a moment of silence, you let out a heavy sigh. "Okay, you're right," you concede, looking down at your hands. "I just don't feel good about keeping this from Wanda. We've always been honest with each other, and I don't want to ruin that." 

Tony places a reassuring hand on your back. "You're not lying to her. You're just postponing the truth to protect her," he explains calmly. 

You slowly nod, taking in his words. It made sense, in a way. But the guilt still lingered in your mind, gnawing at you. You knew that, eventually, you'd have to come clean.

*^~^*

You stirred from your sleep two days later, but the uneasy feeling in your stomach lingered. Your conversation with Tony was still vivid in your mind. You peered outside and saw SHIELD agents hustling and bustling around the grounds. You felt lost, unsure of what to do or where to be, so you did your best to keep a low profile and stay out of everyone's way. This was your first time seeing a mission play out before you. Sure, team members had come and gone before in the three months you had been living at the Avengers Compound, but being so focused on your recovery, you hadn’t paid that close attention. 

FRIDAY interrupted your train of thought as you stood by the window. “Ms. Y/L/N,” she said, “Ms. Maximoff requests your presence in The Overwatch.”

You were confused. “The Overwatch? Where’s that, FRIDAY?”

“I’ll escort you there, Ms. Y/L/N,” FRIDAY said, opening the elevator doors.

As you stepped into the elevator, you noticed it was going down. The compartment sprang to life, and you counted at least three floors before it finally stopped. The door opened, revealing a futuristic virtual command center. Wanda stood with her back to you, looking up at a wall of monitors.

You couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow!"

Wanda turned at the sound of your voice, and her smile was enough to melt you into a puddle. "Impressive, isn't it?" she said.

You nodded, still in awe of the sight. "What is this place?"

"This is The Overwatch," Wanda explained. "It's a command center that allows Fury or other Avengers who aren't on a mission to provide support in real-time."

You walked over to where Wanda was standing. "It's only used when everyone gets called away or on big-scale operations," she added.

You looked up at the bank of monitors, each displaying a name in the corner. Your eyes quickly found Natasha's, labeled N. Romanoff. Next to her, you spotted T. Stark, S. Rogers, B. Banner, T. Odinson, C. Barton, B. Barnes, S. Wilson, K. Bishop, Y. Belova, P. Parker, and C. Danvers. 

"Am I even allowed to be in here?” You asked.

"Technically, no," Wanda replied with a smirk, "but this is my first time running point on a mission, and I could use the company."

Curiosity getting the better of you, you asked, "Who are they after?"

"Unfortunately, that information is classified," Wanda replied, typing away on the keyboard and pulling up a map, "but I can tell you they are in Europe."

"Well, that narrows it down," you joked, trying to lighten the mood.

Wanda sighed and sat before the command module, motioning for you to join her. "I wish I could tell you more," she said, "it's so much more stressful sitting in here than being out in the field with the team."

You tried encouraging her, saying, "Hey, at least you're safe here."

“Yes, but I feel so helpless," Wanda admitted while monitoring the team's vital signs. "Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful to Fury for agreeing to let me ease back into the swing of things, but the loss of control scares me.” 

The tense atmosphere was palpable in the comms as Steve's voice cut through, "Wanda, we're on our final approach. ETA, 30 seconds."

Natasha's raspy voice chimed in, "How are we looking?"

"The approach is clear—five guards in the courtyard outside the building.

"I got it," Tony interjected. You heard muffled groans on the other end of the comms as Tony dismantled the threat in a matter of seconds. "We're clear outside."

Everyone, turn on your body cameras," Wanda commanded as the monitors rose to life, giving you a first-person point of view of what everyone on the team was seeing.

"Nat, the security office is two doors down on your left," Wanda directed.

"Noted, I'm on my way," Natasha confirmed.

"When do I go in?" Peter's voice sounded eager on the comms.

"Hold your position, Spider-Boy," Yelena said. "Patience is key."

"Yeah, Peter. You're too eager. Just slow your roll and wait for the signal," Kate Bishop said.

"So is being quiet, Kate Bishop." Yelena cut in again.

I can't believe this is happening," you said involuntarily.

"Shh," Wanda whispers.

"Who is that?" Thor asks as he catches his hammer flying towards his monitor screen.

"Is that Y/N?" Carol asked between shots.

"No, it's not," Wanda lied to protect you.

"It is Y/N! What are you doing in The Overwatch, Willy Wonka?" Tony asked.

“Aww, they’re having a date night,” Clint joked sarcastically as you watched an arrow fly away from his camera and out of sight.

"Everyone, please be quiet. You're clogging the comms," Bucky demands irritably.

"Let's all be civil," Sam adds.

“I concur,” Bruce agreed.

"How are we doing, Nat?" Steve asked as he knocked out another security guard.

"I'm bypassing the firewall, Natahsa replied, typing away on the keyboard. “There. The Iris Detectors are down.”

"On my signal," Wanda spoke calmly. "Disabling the dome cameras in 3, 2, 1. Go.”

Sitting in front of the bank of monitors, you found yourself momentarily bewildered. You weren't sure which of the screens to focus on as the team moved in unison. Each one displayed a different angle of the action, and you didn't want to miss a single moment of what was unfolding before you. You watched with bated breath as they efficiently made their way through the building, their movements purposeful and precise. It was a sight to behold - you had never seen such determination and skill in your entire life. 

Despite seeing footage of the Avengers on the news over the years, watching them firsthand was an entirely different experience. You felt incredibly fortunate to be able to call them your friends. As they worked towards the second level, you couldn't help but feel a sense of awe wash over you. These were some of the most powerful beings on the planet, and yet they were risking their lives to protect others. It was a humbling and inspiring sight to behold.

As the team entered the building, you watched Bucky effortlessly kick in a door. "I'm in the lab," he announced, his voice calm and collected.

Tony's voice crackled through the comms, "Do you see the mainframe?"

"There's two, which one is it?" Bucky replied, scanning the room.

"Open the silver panel," Tony instructed.

With a few hard pulls, Bucky managed to pry off the front of the mainframe. Suddenly, the sound of shattering glass filled the air as Carol crashed through a nearby window with a guard's arms wrapped tightly around her neck.

Without hesitation, Bucky turned to assist her. "Keep going! I got this," Carol shouted, her voice slightly strained.

Tony's voice cut through the chaos, "You should see the mainframe HiperSockets that provide high-speed TCP/IP connectivity within the central processor complex."

"For fuck's sake, in English, Tony!" Bucky shouted, his frustration palpable.

"Language,” Steve reprimanded.

An alarm began to blare as red lights flashed, signaling the imminent arrival of more guards.

"Bucky and Carol, eight more guards are heading your way," Wanda's voice sounded over the comms. "Thor, you're the closest."

"I'll be right there," Thor answered.

You watched as The God of Thunder bounded down the stairs and into the lab. In a thunderous flash, he took out all eight guards, leaving the room eerily silent.

"Cut the blue cable!" Tony finally shouted.

Bucky pulled out a pocket knife and quickly sliced through the blue cable.

The rest of the team arrived on the scene, and the lights inside the mainframe went out, plunging the room into darkness.

"How do we know for sure it's down?" Kate asked, her voice laced with concern.

Natasha fired three gunshots into the mainframe, causing the container to smoke.

"That ought to do it," she said, lowering her gun.

"Well done, everyone," Wanda praised. "I'm no longer seeing a heat signature from your location, which means the building is offline."

"Thanks, Wanda. Nice job on the point," Steve said. "We'll reconvene at 1800 hours to go over Phase Two."

Wanda looked exhausted as she removed her earpiece. The monitors had gone dark again; she leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath to calm herself down. After a few moments, she opened her eyes and looked at you.

"Wow, sweetheart. That was amazing! I've never seen anything like that in my life. You were great,” you said, touching her shoulder. 

Wanda smiled weakly, feeling a sense of satisfaction mixed with exhaustion. "Thanks," she said, "it was touch and go. But I'm glad they were able to get the job done."

You nodded in agreement. "Are all the missions that intense?"

Wanda thought for a moment before answering. "Not all of them," she said, "but this is one of the most challenging ones we've had in a while. But that's what we're trained for, right?"

“Do you miss it? Being out there, I mean,” you asked hesitantly. 

Wanda’s expression was pensive as she spoke, her gaze fixed on the ground. "It's a complicated situation," she began slowly. "On the one hand, I don't want to leave my boys. After we lost their father, I made a promise to Billy and Tommy that I would always be there for them, no matter what." She paused for a moment as if lost in thought. "But on the other hand," she continued, her voice growing softer, "sometimes I feel like I'm denying who I am. Like my magic knows, I’m turning away from that part of myself.”

As you sat beside Wanda, you suddenly realized something that had never occurred to you before – you had never seen her use her powers. You searched your memory for any instance where you had witnessed her abilities in action, but you drew a blank. The only thing you could recall was being in her arms after the accident before you passed out, but even then, you couldn't remember if she had used her magic to keep you safe.

You took a deep breath and reached out to hold her hand. "I know we've never talked about this, but is there a reason you've never used your magic in front of me?" you asked, your voice gentle and curious. You hoped she wouldn't take offense to your question, but you couldn't help feeling a little curious about this aspect of her life that she had kept hidden from you.

"I was wondering when you would finally ask me about this,” Wanda sighed softly. “Since Westview, I have had difficulty trusting myself to use my powers safely. I lost control in a way that I never have before, Y/N, and the thought of putting anyone through that again is unbearable." Her voice was tinged with remorse and sadness as she continued, "I don't want to be a danger to those around me or myself. I’m afraid to use my magic again, and I don't know how to overcome that fear."

As you stroked her hand, you spoke reassuringly to Wanda. "I know you're feeling guilty about what happened in Westview, but that was only one aspect of your powers. You've done so much more good in the world than bad, and the magic that courses through you is a testament to that. Remember all the times you used your abilities to save lives, protect innocent people, and bring hope to those in need. That is the true measure of who you are, Wanda. Don't let a single mistake define you or your legacy."

Wanda nodded as she looked at you. “Thank you, Y/N,” wiping the tears away that threatened to fall. “I know I can’t avoid using them forever,” she looked around the room, “I also know I can’t hide down here for the rest of my life.” 

“Why don’t you show me?” 

“What?”

“Show me your powers. Come on, let’s see what you got, sweetheart. It’s just us, and we’re three floors underground. Nothing can go wrong, I promise.”

She looked at you hesitantly before she finally agreed, “Okay.”

Wanda rose from her seat and walked to the middle of the room. She took a deep, cleansing breath, held out her left palm, and began slowly circling it with her right hand. You watched as an orb of red energy materialized in her palm. Pointing her hand in your direction, you felt the chair you were sitting in move underneath you as you quickly rolled across the room and stopped on a dime in front of the redhead.

“Woah,” you said in amazement.

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” she smirked.

Slowly but surely, she rose above you, her body glowing with a vibrant, otherworldly red magic that seemed to envelop you completely. Despite your shock, you felt a sense of calm wash over you as you basked in the warmth and comfort of the magic surrounding you. It was as if Wanda had wrapped you in a cocoon of pure energy, and you felt safe and protected in her presence. Her eyes were fixed on you, glowing like twin stars in the night sky. For the first time, you knew without a doubt that you were in the presence of a powerful being beyond your understanding. Yet, despite her immense power, she was your Wanda—gentle and kind.

The redhead reached down and gently touched your cheek. For a moment, you closed your eyes and basked in the warmth of her touch. You couldn't help but wonder if she felt the same sense of warmth and safety with you that you felt with her.

I do, Y/N," Wanda said with nothing but adoration in her eyes.

You were confused and asked, "Do what?"

"Feel the same warmth and safety you feel with me," she replied.

You wondered, "I, did I - I don't think I said that out loud, did I?"

"I heard your thoughts, love," she answered.

You repeated, "You heard me - you can hear my thoughts? Oh, God."

Wanda reassured you, "Oh no, no, Y/N. It's okay. This was the first time I've ever listened to your thoughts. Outside of work, I never invade anyone's privacy that way and never would with you without your permission or unless it was an emergency."

The redhead reached for you as she floated down. The red magic swirling around your joined hands.

"That was incredible, sweetheart. I know it will take some time, but don't hide this part of yourself away. It's wonderful.”

The sudden sound of the elevator whirring through the walls startled Wanda, breaking her concentration and causing her to dismiss her red magic hastily. "Shit! Quick, hide in that storage cabinet," she urgently whispered, pushing you towards the stainless steel structure.

"What?! Why?" You asked, confused and alarmed.

"I told you, you're not technically supposed to be here. The security clearance is off the charts," Wanda explained as she urged you towards the cabinet.

You sprinted towards the cabinet and quickly shut the door just as Maria exited the elevator. "Hey, Wanda. Great job on Phase One. Everything looks good on our end," she said, scrolling through her tablet.

“Thanks,” Wanda said, nervously tucking a strand of red hair behind her ear as Maria continued.

"I'm going to go brief Fury, but I'll be back for the check-in call at 6 pm to discuss Phase Two."

"Okay, see you in a bit," Wanda replied, relieved she hadn't noticed you.

As Maria stepped back into the elevator, she teasingly called, "Oh, and Wanda? If Y/N is going to be down here with you, at least give her a key card."

Wanda blushed at being caught. "I don't know what you're talking about," she fibbed.

"Of course, you don't," The Deputy Director chuckled. "Ask her to bring some Candy Bar chocolate for us later when she comes out from the storage cabinet," she added with a giggle as the doors closed.

You cautiously opened the door to the cabinet and stepped out, your cheeks reddening as you met Wanda's embarrassed gaze. She fished a blank white key card out of her pocket and handed it to you. "Here, now you can legally be down here with me."

You took the card and turned it over in your hands. 

"Thanks," you said softly. “Tell Maria I'll bring some chocolate truffles later," you winked.

"Hmm, sounds good," Wanda smiled, leaning in to give you a gentle peck on the lips.

*^~^*

You arrived back at The Overwatch a few hours later, your white key card and a bag of truffles in hand. Maria was sitting next to Wanda in front of the wall of monitors. You sat down next to the redhead, passing the bag of chocolates to Maria. 

"Aww, Y/N. How did you know? This is exactly what I wanted."

"Shut up,” you smirked. “So, what's happening here?" As you pointed toward the dark screens.

"We had the check-in call about forty-five minutes ago, and Steve should be reporting in any minute to confirm they've reached the target,” Wanda explained.

As if on cue, Steve's camera turned on, followed by the rest of the team. "Speak of the devil!” Maria exclaimed. 

You could tell immediately that the team was in an underground passage, evidenced by the rough stone masonry surrounding them. Their footsteps echoed through the tunnel, adding an eerie quality to the tense atmosphere.

"Hey, Cap, you ready to go?" Maria asked, glancing up at the screen.

"Affirmative," Steve replied. “Although some of us are feeling a bit claustrophobic."

"Speak for yourself,” Clint chimed in.

"Tony, you want to take that one?" Wanda asked, typing away on her keyboard.

"Sure thing, Red," Tony replied. "Everyone, reach inside your suit pockets. You should find an object the size of one of Morgan's Legos."

Yelena, ever the skeptic, held up the miniature object Tony had referred to. "What the fuck is this?" she asked, her voice laced with annoyance.

"Language," Steve admonished.

"Oh, tell it to someone who cares," Yelena retorted, rolling her eyes.

"Sestra," Nat scolded, her voice echoing through the tunnels.

"It's a bit of technology I borrowed from our friendly neighborhood ant, and subsequently made even better,” Tony smirked. "Press the button on the top."

As one, the team pressed the button, and a small oxygen mask grew to fit in their hands.

"And we couldn't have worn these on the walk down here because?" Sam asked, his voice heavy with sarcasm.

"Because they only have a 24-hour oxygen supply," Tony explained. "We need to conserve as much as possible."

"Do I have to wear this?" Carol asked. "I can breathe in space. I'm pretty sure I'm fine down here."

"The vacuum of space is very different from underground," Maria said. "We don't want to take any chances. Put it on, please, Danvers."

“Why doesn’t the billionaire genius have to wear an oxygen mask?” She asked. 

“There’s an oxygen supply built into the suit,” Tony smirked.

With a resigned sigh, Carol donned the mask, and the rest of the team followed suit. Wanda went over the topography of the catacomb, identifying key landmarks and intricacies that could help them navigate the maze-like structure safely.

In a hushed tone, you turned to Maria and asked, "Have they ever had an underground mission before?" 

Maria shook her head and replied, "No, not like this. This is completely uncharted territory for them.”

"Okay, as we discussed," Steve said, pointing to the left. "Group one with me down the left tunnel; group two with Tony down the right tunnel."

As you observed intently, you saw each group setting off towards their designated directions, down the ancient corridors. The walls were adorned with intricate archways, illuminated by sporadic pockets of light that added to the mystique of the surroundings.

“Mr. Stark, this is amazing! Have you looked at these carvings and art? Easily third century—” Peter started. 

“This isn’t a history field trip,” Natasha interrupted. “Pay attention to your surroundings.”

The group had been walking through a tunnel for some time when, without warning, felt the ground beneath their feet shake. A low and ominous grumbling noise echoed through the air, and everyone was thrown into the tunnel walls. 

"FRIDAY, what's happening?" Tony asked urgently.

"Accessing the wave radar and enhancing the thermogenic signature," FRIDAY responded.

“Do you feel that too, Steve?” Wanda asked

Steve grunted as he struggled to regain his balance. "Yeah, is it an earthquake?" he asked.

"It's an energy surge, Boss," FRIDAY replied to Tony. "A core reactor holds together the primary stabilization of the tunnel structure."

"That's not first-century tech," Peter mumbled, face down on the ground.

Kate helped him up. "Yeah, no kidding, Sherlock."

Just as the group was getting back on their feet, Sam's voice cut through the tense silence.

"Hey! Hold it!" he shouted.

"What is it, Wilson?" Tony asked.

"Someone is watching us at the end of this tunnel," Sam exclaimed as he ran ahead of the group.

"Sam, wait!” Steve shouted.

"Lock onto Wilson," Maria said, standing up.

Wanda quickly shifted to Sam's primary camera and enlarged the visual. The mystery figure took two quick turns to the left as if they knew exactly where they were going. A third turn to the right, and Sam lost sight of the man for a split second. Looking around quickly, but to no avail, he said, "I lost them."

"How will he get back to the rest of the group?" You asked.

"Good question, Y/N," Sam replied.

Maria glared over at you. "Sorry, I keep forgetting they can hear me too."

"Sam, you're closer to Tony than Steve," Wanda said. "I'm pinging his tracker right now. Two lefts and a right should do it. And Steve and company, follow your tunnel about a half a mile down and then take a right, and you should meet up with everyone else."

The team wandered through the catacomb tunnel in silence, only the sound of their breathing and the stone under their feet breaking the stillness. When they were finally reunited, Tony broke the silence, "Okay, new plan. We're staying together." 

Peter quickly agreed, "I'm with Tony on this one." 

Yelena, standing nearby, murmured to Kate, "Color me surprised." 

“Oxygen masks stay on, Nat,” Maria said pointedly. 

"Yes, detka,” Natasha replied.

Yelena couldn't resist mocking her sister, "Yes, detka," she repeated sarcastically. But before she could carry on, Natasha pinched her arm, causing her to yelp in pain. 

Thor shouted, "Knock it off, Lady Widows!" 

Wanda added, "Thor is right. The catacomb can be disorienting, but you need to keep moving. Tony, I'm reviewing the National Geophysical Data Center records to assess your declination value and sending them to FRIDAY. Keep true north." 

You turned to Maria, puzzled, "What did she say?" Having no clue what your girlfriend was talking about. 

"They should turn right," Maria whispered. 

You watched as everyone walked in a single-file line to the right, trying their best to keep their footing on the uneven stone. Suddenly, a second energy surge echoed loudly through the comms, causing everyone to turn their cameras downwards. Your heart raced as you gasped at the sight of cracks quickly forming between everyone's legs. Before anyone could react, the ground gave way beneath them, accompanied by screams and the sound of broken gravel. 

Maria gasped, and Wanda put her hands over her mouth in shock. 

"Oh my God!" You exclaimed. "What the hell just happened?" 

Wanda asked urgently, "Steve? Tony? Can you hear me?" 

Maria followed with a shaky voice, "Natasha? Come in! Anyone?" 

"Shit," she said anxiously, picking up the phone in front of her. "All SHIELD agents, Romeo, Echo, Delta." 

"FRIDAY, Code Red. Initiate Emergency Protocol 3000," Wanda ordered, running back towards the elevator and flipping a red switch under a glass cover. 

"Compound shutdown initiated. Director Fury and Mrs. Stark have been notified and are en route to The Overwatch," FRIDAY responded.

You stood there, frozen, not knowing what to do with yourself. The shock of what you had just witnessed was so intense that your vision started to blur, and you felt as though you were about to pass out. Suddenly, you felt someone's arms on your shoulders, and you jumped slightly. 

"Y/N? Y/N, love, stay with me, okay?" Wanda said, her voice soothing.

You looked up at her and then back at the monitors, pointing at them with a shaking hand. "They... it..." you stammered, struggling to form coherent sentences.

Wanda nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "I know," she said, rubbing her hands up and down your arms in a gesture of comfort.

She slowly led you back to your seat, still holding onto your shoulders, and conjured a glass of water out of thin air. Taking it in your hand, you felt the coolness of the glass against your skin, which helped ground you and bring you back to the present moment.

*^~^*

Fury furrowed his brows and asked Maria, "When was your last point of contact?"

"Five minutes ago."

"Maximoff was running point?"

You didn't appreciate the way Director Fury was speaking about Wanda as if she wasn't in the room, but as an outsider, you chose to hold your tongue.

Wanda stepped forward before Maria could respond, "Yes, sir."

"What happened?"

“Two energy surges of unknown origin, but we didn’t have time to assess the cause before-." Wanda’s voice trailed off as she struggled to continue.

“Before you lost them,” Fury finished the sentence for her. Wanda nodded silently, unable to look the Director in the eyes.

“She didn’t lose them! It was an accident,” You suddenly heard yourself shout.

Pepper placed a hand on your shoulder as Fury’s gaze shifted over to you. 

“Who is this?” Fury asked, pointing at you.

“I'm Y/N Y/L/N, sir. It's a pleasure to meet you,” you said, slowly reaching out your hand to shake his, but the gesture went unreciprocated.

"The car accident victim," looking you up and down. "She looks fine, why is she still here?"

You wondered why you were still here yourself, but Maria jumped in before you could respond, "She’s still recovering, Sir."

"Do you have clearance to be down here?"

You fumbled in your pocket for the white card Wanda had given you earlier. Fury looked at the card but gave you no response before turning back to Wanda.

“Are we still picking up pings from their trackers?”

“Yes, faintly,” Wanda said.

"Do we know how deep the catacomb goes?" He continued.

“Roughly 65 feet, but the fall could have taken them another 50 feet at least," Wanda stated.

“They were wearing oxygen masks?” Fury asked.

“Yes, but they only have a 24-hour oxygen supply if they haven’t been damaged,” Wanda explained.

Fury turned back to Maria, “How fast can we have a team of agents on the ground in Rome?”

Your ears perked up at finally knowing where everyone was.

“Four hours,” Maria responded.

“Make it three,” The Director said.

“Yes, sir,” Maria replied as she started to walk away.

Wanda interrupted calmly, "No. I’m going."

“Out of the question, Maximoff. You haven’t been back in the field since your return, save for her accident," Fury pointed at you. "I’m not sending you out there by yourself in the most dire moment in the history of SHIELD. You don’t know what you’ll find down there, and you’re still too unreliable."

“Unreliable,” Wanda repeated. “With all due respect, Director Fury, no one is more reliable than me. There is no one more powerful than me, and you and I both know that it will take someone who can move heaven and Earth, literally, to bring everyone home!”

Fury looked over at Pepper, who had yet to say a word—doing her best to keep her calm.

"Wanda can do it," Pepper declared, fidgeting with her wedding ring. "I have faith in her." 

"You leave in 20 minutes,” Fury said, turning to Wanda. “But you're not going alone.”

“I’ll get changed right away, sir,” Maria assumed.

“No, you’re staying here, Hill. You’re too close to the situation with Romanoff.”

“Nick, I-“

“No, you’ll run co-point from here. That is final."

“Co-point? Who is-“

“I need to make a couple of phone calls. In the meantime, Maximoff, you get suited up. We’ll meet you in the hangar,” Fury ordered.

“Yes, sir,” Wanda acknowledged.

You followed Wanda out of the elevator and into the locker room, feeling nervous and determined. Wanda suited up with a look of solemn determination on her face. You didn't want to show your nervousness; Wanda had enough on her plate. She took out her phone, frowned at the screen, and then turned to you with a serious look.

“I need you to do something for me,” the redhead said.

“Of course, anything,” you replied, trying to sound as reassuring as possible.

“I need you to pick up Billy and Tommy and stay with them at my house. I know you have only met them once, but they liked you,” she started to ramble, her voice tinged with anxiety. “Pepper offered to take them, but I just can’t let her do that while Tony is…” she paused, her voice breaking with sadness.

You nodded understandingly, realizing the gravity of the situation. “I’ll do it,” you said, grabbing both sides of her face. “The boys will be okay, I promise. You bring everyone home.”

“Thank you so much, Y/N. I I already called the school to let them know you’ll be picking them up. I know I can trust you,” she said, her voice shaking with emotion. Your lips met in a kiss—one of comfort and reassurance.

The word trust was all it took for Onyx Petroleum and Sokovia to rush back to the front of your mind. But then you remembered Tony’s words. “If we take our eyes off the ball, bad things happen.” Wanda needed to focus. But God, it was killing you to keep this from her, even under the most dire circumstances.

You walked with Wanda to the hangar, an area of the compound you had yet to visit. The mood was a stark contrast from this morning. SHIELD Agents moved about the space with the same purpose and direction, but the energy differed. It was anxious.

You caught sight of Director Fury standing next to one of the Quinjets with two women you didn’t recognize, but it was clear Wanda knew both of them. She ran a few steps ahead of you and wrapped her arms around both of them in an emotional embrace.

“Y/N, this is Dr. Darcy Lewis and Captain Monica Rambeau,” Wanda said, motioning to each woman. “This Y/N Y/L/N, she said, touching your back.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you both,” you said as you shook their hands, trying to keep your composure.

“Hi, nice to meet you too, Y/N,” Darcy replied warmly.

“It’s a pleasure,” Monica said, giving you a small smile.

"Captain Rambeau will be accompanying Ms. Maximoff to Rome, and Dr. Lewis will be running point with Deputy Director Hill from The Overwatch," Fury explained before glancing at his watch. "It's time to go."

Wanda looked at you with a mixture of anxiety and determination in her eyes. You tried to hide your nervousness, not wanting to add to her stress.

After a deep breath, Wanda spoke, "Billy and Tommy will be off from school in a couple of hours," she said, handing you her house keys. "Let them know that I'm working with the rest of the team, but don't give them any details. I’ll try to check in if I can.”

"Okay, sweetheart," you replied, taking the keys and putting them in your pocket. "Just make sure everyone comes home safe."

"I will," Wanda said with a nod, her eyes shining with determination.

As you leaned in to kiss the beautiful redhead, you felt a rush of emotion wash over you. Her soft lips met yours, and for a moment, everything else seemed to fade away. When you pulled away, you wrapped her in a tight embrace, holding her close to your chest. You watched as she walked towards the Quinjet, accompanied by Monica. Darcy and Fury were waiting by the side of the hangar, their faces solemn. You couldn't help but feel a sense of dread as the jet's engines came to life and slowly lifted off the ground. You stood there, watching as it climbed higher and higher into the sky until it was nothing more than a speck in the distance. As it disappeared from view, you felt a pang in your chest, as if a piece of your heart was flying away with it.

[see-the-divine]

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Death Will Do Us Part

Peter wakes up to find himself restrained and unable to use his powers in a concrete room. Some of the other X-Men are scattered around the room, all unconscious and restrained too. Peter has no idea how they ended up like that since the last thing he remembers is getting his classroom ready for an activity that he had planned. He was completely alone, moving chairs, and then nothing, not even someone coming into the room with him.

His head is throbbing, and he feels like he probably has a concussion. He pulls on the restraints only to realize that there’s something locked around his arm from the wrist almost up to his elbow. Most of the feeling in that part of his arm is gone, probably from cut off blood flow. He takes a closer look at it without trying to twist his other hand around to probe the area. As much as Charles has been preaching restraint, grace, and not jumping to conclusions, this definitely looks like government equipment.

Storm starts to come to, also seeming confused and panicked. Peter doesn’t say anything, because he’s still freaking out, and has no idea what to say to make her feel better. She realizes that he’s awake and there, and she seems to calm down somewhat.

“Peter, are you ok?”

“I think I hit my head, but I’m not actively bleeding. I don’t know where we are though, and you’re the first one other than me to wake up. But you’re not hurt?”

“No, and you’re sure you’re good?”

“I seem to be.”

“Do you know what happened?”

Peter shakes his head, and his vision spins. He tilts to the side, having to catch himself with his shackled hands.

“Peter?”

“Sorry, I don’t know what that was. Anyway, what’s the last thing you remember?”

“I was outside of the mansion, and there were a lot of noises from inside, so I went to check on it. I didn’t make it past the entrance hall before I blacked out.”

“Whoever it was must have gassed the building. That makes sense why I don’t remember anything. The only thing I know is that I was setting up my classroom. The whole hall would have been empty, so even if my powers played into how long it took me to pass out, I wouldn’t have heard anything.”

Storm hums, trying to brute force the shackles off. Peter puts his head back against the wall, feeling very suddenly and unusually tired. He’s not sure how long he just sits there, but eventually he hears someone calling his name.

“Hm?”

He picks his head back up, wondering when he closed his eyes. A few of the other people in the room are just staring at him, and all of them are awake now.

“Sorry, what?”

“I think there’s something really wrong with him,” Storm says, sounding concerned and angry.

“Peter, can you tell me how you’re feeling?” Hank asks patiently. His tone is level, and he sounds much more calm than the rest of them.

“Wait, are we all here except for the professor?” Peter asks, realizing that he misjudged just how many people are scattered around the room.

“Almost, but that’s not important right now. Can you tell me how you’re feeling?”

“I feel fine, just a little foggy.”

“Ok, well-” Hank is cut off by a buzzer.

Before any of them can say or do anything, they’re all shocked. Electricity runs up and down Peter, and his vision fades out for a second.

Erik blinks, wondering where in the hell he is, because it’s certainly not his bed where he went to sleep last night. He’s in a concrete room with chairs on one side in front of a black window, and he’s restrained on the other side. There’s a console between the chairs and the glass. He startles realizing that Charles is next to him.

“Charles?” he whispers.

They’re alone in the room, and he can’t remember anything other than going to bed last night. It’s been almost a year since they’ve seen each other, but he looks exactly like he did the last time they saw each other. Charles doesn’t move, and Erik tries to make the shackles remove themselves, but nothing happens. Eventually Charles starts to stir, and he looks just as dazed and confused as Erik is.

“Charles? Are you alright?”

“Erik?”

“Yes.”

“I’m fine, what about you?”

“I’m unharmed as well.”

“Good, good.”

Charles sighs.

“I can’t use my powers,” Erik says softly.

“Neither can I. I can’t hear anything.”

A man in a military uniform walks in. He smiles upon seeing them awake.

“Good to see that you two are finally up.”

“Military,” Erik says, sounding entirely unimpressed.

The man smiles wider at that.

“Well, someone is feeling bold, especially to be bound and unable to do anything.”

Charles bites his lip, his eyes dark and unhappy. Two other men come in, and each one grabs one of them. They force them into the chairs in front of the console, which is dark except for the right hand side where the first man is standing. All of the buttons over there are lit up.

He presses one of them and the tint comes off of the window, and they can see the X-Men scattered around a concrete room. They’re talking, but the room Erik is in has no sound. His eyes linger on Peter just a little longer, though he isn’t sure why he’s drawn to him. There’s blood matting Peter’s silver hair along the side and back of his head. It’s a lot, but that’s not too surprising with a head injury.

“What are you doing to them?” Charles asks, sounding rightly furious.

“We’ve been given clearance to try a few tests with them. We’ll start with their tolerances to different things since most of them are completely unharmed.”

“You’re just going to torture them, and why? Because they’re different than you?”

The man smirks.

“Of course not.”

Erik scoffs.

“Why am I here?”

The man turns to Charles.

“You and the boy never told him? I must admit I was surprised when I got the results of the DNA test that we ran on all of you. You know what? I think I’ll let you be the one to tell him. For now though, we’re going to get the festivities started.”

He pushes a button on the console, and suddenly they’re all electrocuted. This goes on for a good fifteen seconds before he lifts his finger. 

“Stop that!” Charles exclaims, and Erik can feel his anxiety.

“Charles.”

The man puts his finger back down on the button as Charles just watches helplessly.

This happens a few more times before the man says, “Ok, well, we’ll call it now. I’ll let you guys watch them while I get the next test set up.”

Charles doesn’t look away from his children, or acknowledge the man in any way. Once the door shuts behind him, Erik takes a deep breath.

“Charles?”

Charles doesn’t respond, his eyes misty and still entirely focused on the X-Men.

“Charles?” A few seconds pass. “Charles?!”

“What?” Charles asks, sounding on the verge of tears.

“What was he talking about? What did you not tell me?”

“It wasn’t my place, and it’s not my place now.”

“Charles, no. You don’t get to do that. Whatever it is is the reason I’m here. Who was he talking about?”

“Peter. You remember him, right? He was the one who broke you out of the Pentagon.”

“Oh, I forgot about that, but I remembered him. He was with Raven last time. He was talking about Peter? What about him?”

Charles finally pulls his eyes away from his children to look at Erik with the saddest eyes.

“Peter is your son. He didn’t want to tell you because you’d just lost your family, but that’s why he came to the school in the first place. He wanted to find you, and tell you.”

Erik feels like the air is sucked out of his lungs, and all he can hear is the blood rushing to his ears. He turns to look back at the young man that he had met years ago. He’s almost completely forgotten that he was the one who got him out of the Pentagon, but now he remembers something that he said with startling clarity.

“You know, my mom once knew a guy who could do that.”

“No, he’s not…”

“Yes, he is. I spoke with his mother. She wasn’t happy that he wanted to see you, but he’s an adult, so she couldn’t stop him.”

“He’s my… I have-”

Peter stirs, his eyes glassy and more blood running down his face as he opens his eyes. Erik finds himself searching Peter’s face for any kind of explanation to what he’s hearing. He sees a lot of his own features in Peter’s face once he looks hard enough.

“He wanted you to know, but he was willing to give up his own peace to make sure that he didn’t take away any that you had left. He’s a wonderful young man who always does everything he can for other people. He’s so compassionate, and he’s a lovely person to talk to. All of the children love him, and most of them just met him a year ago. Everyone trusts him, and he’s always available if you need something.”

Erik takes a shaky breath, feeling a little bit like he’s going to pass out.

“We have to get out of here,” Erik whispers, trying to push the other information to the back of his mind.

“Yes, but I don’t know how.”

“Where’s Raven? I don’t see her.”

“She wasn’t home. She was in town for the day since she had the day off teaching.”

“What does for the day mean?”

“The entire day. She was going to be volunteering at the women’s shelter in town.”

“So she might know you’re gone by now?”

“Yes, but what could she do by herself?”

Erik puts his head back, frowning.

“I don’t know what to do.”

This continues for the next thirty six hours before Raven manages to get into the facility. They do a multitude of things to the X-Men in that span of time including, more electrocution, bursting out some of their eardrums, breaking some of their bones, and messing with their individual abilities. Erik and Charles have to watch all of it. It takes a few hours for them to get to a hospital once they’re rescued, but most of them are admitted immediately.

Erik, Charles, and Raven are left to wait after that. Charles and Raven have a mental conversation, but Erik doesn’t even try to puzzle out what they’re talking about. He just keeps his head on top of his knees, staring blankly at the wall. Raven eventually turns her attention to him.

“So, are you alright?”

“No.”

“Is it because of Peter?”

“How long did you know?”

“Since the government took us from the mansion. I think I was the first person he told.”

Erik hums, blinking slowly.

“I guess that makes sense. How could I have missed the first what, thirty years of my child’s life?”

“You didn’t know, and he didn’t for a long time either.”

“Yeah, but I… I don’t know what to do now.”

“That’s ok. You don’t have to know what to do right now. You’re also not the only important factor in this anymore. He’s not a child. He’s an adult, one who is not only very capable of making his own decisions, but pretty good at it too.”

Erik nods.

“Yeah, I know. What’s he like?”

Raven smiles.

“He’s funny. He loves music, telling stories, drawing, and poems. He’s really into bands, like more than anyone ever should be. He has an interesting style, which I’m sure you’ve noticed. He’s compassionate, and he’s a really good listener. He may not always know what to do, but he’ll always try. He’s so brave, and he makes everyone around him better.”

Erik feels his heart clench.

“Where did Charles go?” he asks, suddenly realizing that his friend isn’t in the room anymore.

“A doctor wanted to talk to him, so he went with them right before I started this conversation.”

“Oh, ok.”

They sit talking for almost an hour before Charles comes back. He looks terrible with puffy eyes, and a dark expression.

“What happened? Did someone die?” Raven demands, shooting to her feet.

“No, but they don’t think Peter is going to make it. He’s in a coma right now, but his head wound got infected. His body isn’t strong enough to fight it.”

Charles keeps talking, probably telling Raven bad news about the other kids, but Erik doesn’t hear it. Everything melts away at the idea that his child is going to die right after he learned about him. That he’s never going to get to know this amazing person that Charles and Raven have told him about, and it’s mostly his fault. 

[arysbruv]

Promise

Summary: It's Erik's turn to take care of young Peter, but he's out on a business trip. Again. Warnings and whatnots: Kid!Peter. Dadneto. Not following original story. Eric is practically a diplomat. Charles and Raven being Peter’s unofficial guardians .

Charles stands uncomfortably in front of his best friend's ex's house. He already rung the doorbell, he could sense the disheveled woman nearing the door. He puts on an awkward smile as the door opens.

"Charles," She says, staring at the young man in front of her. "Erik's not here?" She asks, but before Charles could answer a small gust of wind came running up.

"Papa!" The voice says loudly, excitement and happiness practically bursting from the young silver haired boy. His demeanor immediately changed as he saw his father's best friend standing in front of the doorway. "Where's papa?"

Charles kneels down, facing the young boy who was hiding behind his mother's leg. "You're father is on a business trip right now... He'll be back in two days, so in that time your father asks your Aunt Raven and Uncle Charles to take care of you!" Charles says, smiling softly at the young boy. The boy mumbles an okay before letting go of his mother's pant leg and taking the hand of his father's best friend.

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Erik hated his job. No, he despised it.

Ever since he got this bloody job, he had missed most if not all his time with Peter. This time it was no different. He was supposed to be in America, with Peter. Taking care of his only child and son. His only family. Yet here he was, in France in a dull meeting with some businessman.

The meeting was adjourned and he quickly gathered up his things and left the room. Not caring to speak nor network with the other people in the room. His grip on his briefcase tightens as he sees his boss' assistant leaning against the doorway. He approaches the woman, his face showing no emotion. She smiles at him.

"You will be very happy to hear what I have to say."

~

Peter laid down on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. The door to his room opens and he sits up. A blonde woman stands in his doorway, a sympathetic smile etched on her face.

"Do you want to eat something, kid?"

Peter didn't respond, just shaking his head. Raven walks towards Peter, sitting down on the edge of his bed. "It'll be fine. In two days he'll be back."

"He's never here when I come here..." Peter mumbles. His eyes staring into Raven's. Her heart practically broke in half as she saw the broken look on the young boy's face. "Come here," She mutters to him, wrapping her arms around him. Peter sobs.

Raven knew that Erik wanted to see Peter but his work wouldn't allow it. She wished for once, that Erik could just come and comfort Peter.

~

Erik walks off the plane, a small smile on his face. Internally, he was bursting with happiness. His boss had let him go early. He could see Peter today. He could see his son today!

He walks over to his best friend who was standing near his car. He had called him the night before telling him about the news. He had planned out a whole day with Peter with Charles the night before. He hugged his best friend, smiling softly.

"Everything is running smoothly," Charles says, pulling back. Erik smiles. "Let's go. We should not be late."

~

Peter sits quietly in the passenger seat of Raven's car. "Where are we going, Auntie Raven?" He asks. Raven smiles, putting a finger to her lips.

"It's a secret." She smiles.

She pulls her car into the parking lot of a local diner. She leads a confused Peter into it, smiling to everyone in the diner.

"Hey speedy!" A familiar voice calls out to Peter, he looks up immediately catching the eye of his father. Peters mouth hung open before he ran up to the man. Erik sits shocked at the booth he was sitting at. He looks at Charles incredulously, before wrapping his arms about the young boy. He lifts up the young boy, seating him next to him.

Peter's lips quiver as he stares at Erik. He thought that Erik was going to not come home. He thought he wouldn't see him again.

"Hey, hey, hey, why are you crying?" Erik asks, wiping the tears off his son's face.

"I thought you would never come... I thought you left me..." Peter mumbles into Erik's shirt. Erik stares down at Peter, his lips pursed as he looks at Charles. His eyes were tearing up.

Peter thought he would've left him. Peter thought he had abandoned him.

"I would never do that son. I would never leave you," Erik says, kissing the young boy's forehead.

"Promise?"

"Promise."

[aarcanechaoss]

Damn I’m not surprised Peter won by miles but at the same time I was totally expecting you guys to say write something for both 😂😂

Alright Peter telling Erik he’s his dad it is!

Plus an older OC making her debut- she’s Peter’s cousin (the other OC shall debut later)

Will probably post on @aarcanevillains

I apologise in advance guys I’m on a X-Men kick right now and can’t decide who I love more

Peter Maximoff (Quicksilver)

Or

Alex Summers (Havok)

For those who don’t know me I am a giant geek and a super big X-Men fan! If it isn’t X-Men it’s Star Wars and if it’s not that it’s a solid mix of DC and Marvel along with some miscellaneous along the way

Crow brain at it again

[lirarere]

Maybe, it's just me

Peter Maximoff\Quicksilver (X-Men) x reader

notes: well... I disappeared for a while due to burnout, please excuse me 😭 and yes, I know I've never said that I write for Marvel\X-Men, but I adore Peter, so enjoy?

warning: bad english, angst, frivolous attitude on Peter's part, reader doesn't know what to do, sadness, reader blames himself a little (a lot), Peter is in a panic and doesn't know what to do

words: 383

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when you first met Peter, you were both teenagers, unencumbered, just enjoying your friendship and then typical teenage love.

but you grew up, but Peter didn’t, he was still an adult child, and you would tolerate it, but sometimes your quarrels were so stupid that it was funny. You began to be annoyed by his behavior; he constantly sulked like a child at every remark or advice.

you unconsciously began to move away from him to think more in silence, and he didn’t even notice, for a while at least.

you thought for a long time whether your thoughts were generally right or not, you didn’t want to change Peter, you didn’t want to force him to change for you, maybe we just outgrew love, or you became too serious, maybe Peter will find that person who will love him the way he is he is. all these thoughts were spinning in your head for a very long time, you didn’t know whether the problem was with him, or with you, or no one is to blame and it’s just fate.

In any case, Peter noticed your hesitation and the fact that you began to move away from him, a panic began in his head, which increased each time. you were too immersed in thinking about the essence of the problem, and he simply did not know how to approach you and talk to you.

Peter constantly put himself in danger, which made you very worried and angry at the same time, sometimes Peter didn’t take what you said seriously and laughed at your desire to start a family with him, it wasn’t out of malice and you knew it, but... it really upset you , you loved him and knew that he lovedyou, but your love seems to be too different and you have different priorities.

You decided to take a break from your relationship, you and Peter had a lot of things to think about, perhaps with the time you spend apart, you will understand what you need and what your priorities are, you told Peter this, directly.

you still didn’t know whether he understood or not, but he held on so as not to cry, he understood that the reason was in him, even if you told him the opposite.

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I KNOW THIS IS AN UNEXPECTED END!

two options, either there will be a second part, or I’ll leave it as an open ending, I just wanted a little angst with Peter.

sorry if this is very badly written, I will improve in the future!!

♡rere

[superherotiger]

BESTIE!!!! Tell me all about Rest Now, My Child (The Day is Over)! What inspired this idea? Were there any other details you thought about including but didn’t? LOVE YOU!!’

AHHHH BESTIEEEEE!!! I would absolutely LOVE to talk about Rest Now My Child because I think it’s some of the best angst/comfort I’ve ever written in a while!!

To be honest, it was shamelessly inspired by an Irondad and Spiderson fic of the same concept where Peter P. arrived at Stark Tower covered in blood and Tony helped him clean it up. I can’t remember if it ever explained how it happened in that fic, but I’m pretty sure I saw it on Tumblr, so if anyone knows which one it is please let me know and I’ll credit the author and fic!

I absolutely loved writing it though, because it’s protective Erik but in a very gentle way. It’s not covering Peter in a magnetic shield in the middle of battle but taking on the task that Peter is too broken to do on his own. It’s protecting him from having to keep living in the trauma and the shame and reassuring him through one of the hardest trials of his life. There's nothing worse than not being able to help those you love, and we really see that struggle with Erik as he wrestles with how he can help his son, not realising he's already doing everything he can 😭

And ooo that's an interesting question. Before I had Erik stepping out to clean up Peter's room, I was originally going to have Erik sort of guide Peter to sit on the bed and talk about what happened, before embracing Peter until he fell asleep after crying it out for a while. In the end I decided it was more haunting to have Peter be the one to openly tell Erik the truth, ready to finally say it to the one person he trusts the most.

Thank you so much for letting me ramble, and AHH I LOVE YOU TOO BESTIE!!! 💕💕💕

-Superherotiger

Send me an ask about the backstory of any of my fics and I’ll ramble!! ✨

[yourlocalaulibrary]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Marvel, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Young Avengers (Comics), Spider-Man - All Media Types, Ms. Marvel (TV 2022), The Marvels (Movie 2023), X-Men - All Media Types, Marvel (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Peter Parker & Everyone, Peter Parker/Original Character(s), Bruno Carrelli & Kamala Khan, Kate Bishop & America Chavez & Kamala Khan & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Harley Keener, Nick Fury & Peter Parker, Nick Fury & Kamala Khan, Kate Bishop & Cassie Lang, Billy Kaplan & Cassie Lang, Teddy Altman/Billy Kaplan Characters: Peter Parker, Original Mutant Character(s) (X-Men), Original Male Character(s), Kamala Khan, Nick Fury, Kate Bishop, Billy Kaplan, Billy Maximoff, Teddy Altman (Marvel), America Chavez, Cassie Lang, Harley Keener, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Carol Danvers, Clint Barton, Yelena Belova, Monica Rambeau, Scott Lang, Kang the Conqueror | Nathaniel Richards, Wanda Maximoff Additional Tags: Coming of Age, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Friends to Lovers, Angst with a Happy Ending, Slow Burn, Childhood Friends, Not Beta Read, LGBTQ Character, Mental Health Issues, Young Avengers Team (Marvel), Mutual Pining, Familial Abuse, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Canon-Typical Violence, Love Confessions, X-Men References, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Peter Parker is Trying His Best, Yelena Belova & Kate Bishop Friendship, Original Character(s), Minor Teddy Altman/Billy Kaplan, Internalized Homophobia, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Self-Acceptance, Touch-Starved, Found Family, so much pining its a forest, Superheroes, Coming Out, Protective Peter Parker, Puppy Love, BAMF Peter Parker, Not Canon Compliant, Peter Parker is a Mess, Bi-Curiosity Summary:

Peter Parker, still a bit of a mess from the world forgetting his identity, is given a task as Spider-Man by Nick Fury to recruit members for a new initiative. This mission pushes him to meet with various young heroes. Why? He doesn't really know, but he fears that with the lack of the usual put together Avengers, he needs to work sooner rather than later.

Meanwhile, Kamala's excitement and curiosity are at an all time high when she finds out that a fellow student at Coles Academic High School is also potentially a mutant. A high-achieving senior, volleyball and soccer star, all while unknowingly possesses the mutant gene. Kamala, eager to recruit him for her ideal superhero team, plans to approach him, despite feeling intimidated by his popularity.

- Or

Peter forms the Young Avengers, which leads to him butting heads with them and having to be their father figure all at the same time. Plus, a new kid just found out he's a mutant and Peter has to help with the whole secret identity fiasco of it all. Oh also, a world ending threat is imminent, can't forget that.

[bunnyb-ee]

Why can't the x man fandom make happy fanfiction cay can't peter maximoff / Pietro maximoff be happy what must you kill wand and make his dad not want to be his dad do you enjoy making me suffer do you enjoy me working on my au in My head and me being delusional do you feel good do you do you (sobs delusionally)