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urdreamydoodles · 4 months ago

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MCU Characters x Fem!Reader (Part.1)

They react to your outfit for your date with them (Part.1)

As you step out for a much-anticipated date night, your partner reacts with their unique blend of admiration and protectiveness, captivated by your stunning appearance.

Characters: Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Stephen Strange, Clint Barton, Peter Parker, Thor, Loki & T'Challa

Tony Stark (Iron Man)

- Tony's eyes widen the moment you step into the room, his witty remark momentarily caught in his throat. For once, he's speechless. It's a rare sight to see him without his usual smirk, and you can't help but grin at his reaction. "Wow... just wow," he finally manages, his gaze scanning you from head to toe. He's used to being the one to impress, but tonight, you're stealing all the attention, and he loves every second of it.

- As you twirl in front of him, the soft fabric of your dress catching the light, Tony steps closer, adjusting the cufflinks on his suit as if trying to match your perfection. "You know, I always knew you were out of my league," he quips, though there's a sincere awe behind his words. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close enough that you can feel the warmth of his body through the tailored suit.

- "How am I supposed to focus on dinner when I have this sitting across from me?" he teases, his voice lowering to that playful, flirty tone that makes your heart skip. His fingers trace lightly along your back, the intimate touch sending a shiver down your spine. "Maybe we should skip the reservation altogether," Tony suggests with a grin that tells you he's only half-joking.

- Despite his playful nature, there's a tenderness in the way he looks at you, his usual bravado replaced by something softer. Tony Stark, the genius-billionaire-playboy-philanthropist, is totally smitten. "Let’s make this night one for the books, shall we?" he says, offering his arm with a rare sincerity that makes you feel like the only person in his universe.

Bucky Barnes (The Winter Soldier)

- Bucky’s not the type to show his emotions easily, but the way his jaw tightens when he sees you walk into the room speaks volumes. His blue eyes darken, tracking every movement as if he’s committing the sight of you to memory. "You look..." His voice trails off, and for a moment, he just stares, like he’s trying to find the right words but can’t. When he finally speaks, it’s almost shy. "...Incredible."

- He shifts awkwardly in his spot, his metal arm twitching slightly, a nervous habit he’s never quite shaken. Despite his quiet demeanor, there’s something fierce in the way he looks at you, like he’s still in disbelief that someone like you could be with someone like him. "I should’ve worn something nicer," he mutters, glancing down at his black jacket. You quickly reassure him with a smile, and he exhales, the tension in his shoulders easing just a bit.

- As the two of you prepare to leave, Bucky steps closer, his hand hesitantly brushing your arm before resting on your waist. His touch is gentle, but you can feel the strength behind it, the contrast between his flesh hand and the cold metal one. He leans in, his voice soft, "You make it real hard to focus on anything but you."

- He may not be as smooth with words as some, but the way Bucky looks at you says everything he struggles to express. You catch the small, rare smile tugging at the corners of his lips—one that’s just for you. He holds the door open, his protective instinct kicking in even though this is supposed to be a simple night out. But you know, with Bucky, every moment feels like it's filled with unspoken emotions, deep and unbreakable.

Steve Rogers (Captain America)

- Steve’s eyes light up the second you enter the room, his usual composed, all-American charm faltering just a little as he takes in your appearance. "Wow," he breathes, his voice soft but filled with admiration. He steps toward you, ever the gentleman, offering a hand to help you down the last few steps, even though you don’t really need it. "You look stunning," he says, his smile warm and genuine, the kind that makes your heart flutter every time.

- There’s an innocence to the way Steve reacts—like he’s seeing something truly beautiful for the first time, even though you’ve been together for a while. He straightens his jacket, a small flush creeping up his neck as if he’s the one trying to impress you, not the other way around. "I feel like I should’ve dressed up more," he jokes lightly, though his eyes don’t leave yours for a second.

- As he wraps an arm around your waist, you can feel the strength in his hold, reassuring and gentle all at once. Steve leans down to place a soft kiss on your temple, his breath warm against your skin. "I’m the luckiest guy in the world," he murmurs, his voice sincere in a way that only Steve Rogers can manage. He never takes you for granted—not for a second.

- Throughout the night, Steve can’t seem to stop glancing at you, as though he still can’t believe he gets to call you his. Even when he pulls out your chair at the restaurant or holds your hand during the walk back, there’s a quiet reverence in everything he does. "You deserve the best," he tells you, his blue eyes shining with love and respect. And you know, with Steve, he’ll always mean it.

Sam Wilson (Falcon/Captain America)

- The second Sam sees you, a wide grin spreads across his face, his usual playful confidence shining through. "Okay, hold up," he says, his voice filled with admiration as he gives you a once-over. "I didn’t think it was possible, but you just raised the bar." His gaze is warm, appreciative, and you can’t help but laugh as he walks over, his swagger evident in every step.

- "You trying to make me look bad?" Sam teases, though you can tell by the way he’s looking at you that he’s completely smitten. He reaches out, his fingers brushing against your arm before pulling you in for a quick spin. "Damn, you look good. Like, really good." There’s no holding back with Sam—he’s always been the type to say exactly what’s on his mind, and right now, all he’s thinking about is how incredible you look.

- As you walk together to the car, Sam keeps sneaking glances at you, his smile never fading. He opens the door for you with a dramatic flourish, ever the showman. "You sure we’re going to the right place? ‘Cause I feel like I should be taking you to the red carpet or something," he quips, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

- During the date, Sam is the perfect mix of fun and affectionate, cracking jokes to make you laugh while also finding moments to be sweet. At one point, he leans in close, his voice dropping to a more serious tone. "I know I joke around a lot, but... I’m really lucky to have you. You know that, right?" The sincerity in his words catches you off guard, but it’s moments like these that remind you why you fell for him in the first place. Sam Wilson may be all charm and wit, but when it comes to you, his heart is all in.

Stephen Strange (Doctor Strange)

- Stephen’s reaction is subtle but telling. His sharp eyes flick over to you the moment you enter the Sanctum, widening slightly as they trail down the length of your figure. He doesn’t speak right away, and you know you’ve caught him off guard—which, for someone like Stephen Strange, is no small feat. "You certainly know how to make an entrance," he says at last, his voice smooth, but there’s a softness in it that surprises you.

- He steps closer, his robes shifting gracefully as he reaches out, fingers lightly grazing your arm. "You look... otherworldly," he remarks, his usual confidence tempered with a kind of reverence, like he’s seeing something magical—something he didn’t conjure himself. Stephen has seen countless dimensions and mystical beings, but there’s something in the way he’s looking at you now that feels entirely human. His fingers linger, tracing the fabric of your dress, as if he's studying every detail with the same intensity he reserves for spells.

- "We might not need a portal tonight," he quips, a rare hint of humor in his voice, "because I’m not sure I want anyone else in this universe to see you like this." It’s half a joke, but there’s a protective edge beneath his words. For a moment, the Sorcerer Supreme isn’t thinking about the mystical realms or ancient threats—he’s just a man in awe of the person standing before him.

- Throughout the night, you catch him stealing glances at you when he thinks you’re not looking. There’s something grounded about Stephen tonight, a rare vulnerability. And when he slips his hand into yours as you walk through the city, it’s without pretense—just pure, quiet affection from a man who’s seen everything and still thinks you’re the most stunning thing in existence.

Clint Barton (Hawkeye)

- Clint’s eyes light up the moment he sees you. "Whoa, wait a second," he says, his voice filled with playful surprise as he looks you up and down, a grin spreading across his face. "Am I supposed to be your date tonight? Or is there some movie star hiding around here?" Clint’s always been quick with a joke, but the admiration in his eyes is genuine, and the way his voice softens just a bit tells you he’s impressed.

- He walks over to you with that easy, casual stride, hands finding their way to your waist as he pulls you in for a hug, his lips brushing against your forehead. "You clean up pretty nice," he teases, though there’s a hint of awe in his tone. Clint is used to seeing you in casual clothes or even combat gear, but tonight is different, and he’s not hiding how much he loves it.

- "Now I’m really feeling underdressed," he jokes, glancing down at his outfit, which, while nice, doesn’t quite match the level of your look tonight. He’s got that laid-back charm, but you know Clint well enough to see the little flicker of self-consciousness in his eyes, even if he hides it behind a grin. You reassure him with a smile, and he relaxes, pulling you closer as if you’re the only two people in the world.

- Clint might not make a big deal of it, but throughout the night, he can’t stop complimenting you. Whether it’s a casual “You’re killing it tonight” or a more heartfelt “I’m the luckiest guy around,” his words, though simple, are full of sincerity. He loves that you don’t need all the bells and whistles to shine, but tonight, you’ve got them, and he’s soaking up every second.

Peter Parker (Spider-Man)

- Peter’s jaw literally drops when he sees you, his wide eyes blinking in disbelief as he stumbles over his words. "Oh my gosh... wow... you—wow," he stammers, rubbing the back of his neck as his cheeks flush red. It’s adorable, watching him try and piece together a coherent sentence. "You look amazing," he finally blurts out, still staring at you like he can’t quite believe what he’s seeing.

- He’s awkward at first, nervously adjusting his tie and shifting from foot to foot, clearly trying to play it cool but failing miserably. "I—I mean, I knew you’d look great, but this? You’ve seriously outdone yourself," Peter says, and you can’t help but smile at how genuine he is. His hands hover awkwardly before he finally takes yours, squeezing them gently as he continues to fumble through his awe.

- "I’m gonna be the luckiest guy at the restaurant," he says with a grin, though you can tell he’s only half-joking. Peter’s not used to this kind of attention, and seeing you all dressed up for him has completely flustered him in the sweetest way possible. "Do I look okay?" he asks, glancing down at his suit and then back at you with a sheepish smile, clearly hoping he’s at least halfway as presentable as you are.

- Throughout the night, Peter can’t stop complimenting you, whether it’s nervously gushing over how amazing you look or cracking jokes to hide his nerves. "I don’t even know what to do with my hands," he jokes, trying to play it cool. But the way he looks at you—like you’re the most incredible person in the world—tells you everything you need to know about how much this night means to him.

Thor (God of Thunder)

- Thor’s reaction is immediate and dramatic, his booming voice filling the room the second he sees you. "By Odin’s beard, you are a vision!" he exclaims, his eyes lighting up with pure admiration. There’s nothing subtle about Thor, and his excitement at seeing you dressed up is no exception. He strides toward you with that confident, larger-than-life energy, sweeping you into a hug that lifts you off your feet for a moment.

- "This is truly a grand occasion," he declares, his deep voice rumbling with pride as he looks you over with a beaming smile. Thor isn’t shy about showing his admiration, and he’s clearly thrilled to see you looking so incredible. "You shine brighter than the stars themselves tonight," he adds, his compliments as grand and poetic as ever. His eyes sparkle with warmth, and there’s something almost boyish in the way he can’t stop looking at you.

- Thor, ever the gentleman, offers his arm with a gallant flourish, bowing slightly as if you were royalty. "Shall we make our grand entrance together?" he asks with a grin, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief. There’s an infectious energy about him tonight, and you can tell he’s as excited for the evening as he is to be seen with you by his side.

- Throughout the night, Thor treats you like an absolute queen, making sure you’re comfortable and constantly reminding you of how magnificent you look. "It is an honor to stand beside someone as radiant as you," he says at one point, his voice soft and sincere. His hand never leaves yours, and with Thor, every moment feels like a celebration. He makes you feel as if the entire night revolves around you—because in his eyes, it does.

Loki (God of Mischief)

- When Loki first sees you, his reaction is subtle yet intense, his green eyes darkening as he takes you in. "Well, well," he murmurs, a sly smile playing on his lips. He doesn’t rush toward you like others might—instead, he lets his gaze linger, the look in his eyes making you feel like you’re the most captivating thing he’s ever seen. "You’ve truly outdone yourself," he says, his voice smooth as silk, full of admiration and a hint of possessiveness.

- He slowly circles around you, his fingers brushing lightly against the fabric of your dress as he takes in every detail. "I always knew you were stunning," Loki purrs, his voice dropping to a lower, more intimate tone, "but tonight, you've left even the gods speechless." He steps closer, his hand sliding to your waist, the coolness of his touch sending a shiver down your spine. His smirk widens as he feels your reaction, his teasing nature coming out in full force.

- "Shall we make all the realms jealous tonight?" he asks with a raised brow, his voice full of mischief. Loki’s always loved making an entrance, but tonight, it’s clear that he’s more focused on the fact that he has you by his side. "I daresay none will be able to take their eyes off you," he whispers, his lips brushing your ear as he speaks, making your heart race.

- Throughout the night, Loki is his usual charming, mischievous self, constantly finding ways to draw you closer—whether it’s with a flirty comment or a teasing touch. Yet, behind the playful banter, there’s something deeper in the way he looks at you, as if you’re the only person in the room who truly matters. And when he pulls you in for a slow, deliberate kiss at the end of the evening, it’s clear that he’s as captivated by you as you are by him.

T’Challa (Black Panther)

- T’Challa’s reaction is a perfect blend of admiration and quiet awe. When you enter the room, his deep brown eyes immediately lock onto you, his usually composed expression softening. "My love," he says, his voice rich and smooth, as he approaches you with a regal grace. There’s a moment of silence as he takes you in, his gaze warm but intense, as though he’s seeing you for the first time. "You look... breathtaking," he finally says, his voice full of genuine respect and adoration.

- T’Challa steps closer, his hand gently reaching for yours, lifting it to his lips to place a soft kiss on your knuckles. "You honor me with your beauty tonight," he murmurs, his eyes never leaving yours. His words are always deliberate, full of meaning, and the way he looks at you now makes it clear that he’s beyond proud to be seen with you by his side. His admiration isn’t just for your appearance—it’s for you as a whole.

- As King of Wakanda, T’Challa has attended countless events and diplomatic gatherings, but tonight, he seems more focused on you than anything else. "It is a privilege to be with you," he says softly, his hand resting on the small of your back as he guides you through the evening with his usual poise. Even in a crowd, his attention never wavers, and you feel like the center of his world.

- Throughout the night, T’Challa is the perfect gentleman, always attentive, always respectful. His hand remains intertwined with yours, and every now and then, he’ll lean in close to whisper something in your ear—small, private compliments meant only for you. "You are more beautiful than any star in the sky," he says quietly, his voice full of quiet reverence. And when the night comes to an end, T’Challa takes a moment to stand with you under the stars, pulling you into a tender embrace as if he never wants to let you go.

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ynscrazylife · 9 months ago

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You know what I really miss? Avengers x teen!reader headcanons, there use to be so much avengers content and practically dominated tumblr🥲

It would totally make my WEEK if you would make some classic mcu avengers(before infinity war) x teen!reader x Peter Parker(romantic) headcanons just about reader having powers and what it’s like living with the avengers 💕

-possible your new 👾anon?

let’s do this 💪 and YES you’ll be my first emoji anon!! @ anyone else, feel free to claim ur emoji!!

avengers x teen!reader headcanons

The Avengers are definitely reluctant to add another teenager to the team. Having Peter is great but has been a big adjustment, as they had to train him and protect him, less they face the wrath of Aunt May.

However, you were a compelling case, with your extensive abilities. You didn’t have many other options as to where to go and you hit it off with Peter right off the bat, working very well together as a pair. So, they took you in.

Tony worked with you on designs for your suit, Natasha and Steve trained you in combat (which meant you were going on morning runs with Steve and Sam. How fun . . . Though Sam could be convinced to give you piggy back rides, and you became Clint’s personal arrow-picker-upper. If you had powers, Wanda would definitely help you manage them.

Peter was naturally in tune to science, which meant you hung around the lab with him and Bruce a lot. It became a nice time to get your homework done, as Bruce would definitely help you with that. Sometimes you acted as Bruce’s and Peter’s assistant with their experiments.

Bruce was also a very good listener and your go-to person to vent to about your life’s problems (when Peter wasn’t around).

One of the conditions to be on the team was that you didn’t lapse in schoolwork, so they were very on top of that and your grades. Tony even offered to go to parent-teacher meetings. Any one of them were ready to go to your teachers or principal if anything happened.

Natasha would routinely check in with you to make sure that you weren’t being bullied.

Pepper also became a motherly figure, as she cared very much about you and Peter. She’d offer you a Stark Industries internship.

Movie nights were chaotic, but absolutely the best. It was hard for anyone to agree, so the team had a system where they’d rotate who got to pick the meeting. Sam and Peter were also not allowed to make popcorn after many unfortunate incidents. Most of the time you fell asleep late into the night and one of the Avengers carried you to bed (they’d never admit this, but that also became an argument).

It was during a movie night when Peter realized he liked you romantically. You fell asleep during a movie, your head on his shoulder. Peter swore he never experienced something so precious before. He was adamant to keep your peace, glaring at anyone who dared to talk.

The team found your growing romance to be adorable and often teased the two of you about it. The only people who didn’t tease you were Bruce, Pepper, and Thor (because he didn’t really understand how to effectively tease).

If Flash messed with you, Peter was always on top of it. He’d always protect you.

Steve was also always making sure that you knew right from wrong. He’d give long speeches about how it wasn’t right to smoke, drink, do drugs, etc.

Then Thor gave you Asgardian alcohol once, not realizing how bad that was considering you’re both human and underage. That was a mess. Peter having to hold your hair back when you vomited and multiple Avengers escorting you to bed. Thor got an earful about it.

Clint was one of the ones who better understood you, seeing as he had experience with his own kids. He was always good at mediating and defusing the tension.

Laura also adored you, you were her favorite babysitter for the kids. Whenever they went on date night, they’d drop the kids off at the tower, and you would watch them (Peter would help when he wasn’t on patrol).

Patrolling with Peter was also very fun. More often than not he’d convince you to take a break, then swing you up on top of a roof to watch over the city and the sky.

On multiple occasions, KAREN would rat the two of you out to Tony, but he was never mad. He just wanted to know all about the “date”.

Prom was also very fun. Honestly, the whole team would want to come pick out outfits with you and Peter. They took many, many pictures on the night of. Peter also teared up when he saw you. He thought you were stunning.

Of course, you guys had a curfew, but it was alright. You and Peter had a fantastic night. All he wanted to do was dance and hold you.

You had Happy wrapped around your finger. You could really convince him to drive you anywhere you wanted to go.

You also managed to get an internship at the Sanctum Santorum, learning more about magic under Doctor Strange and Wong’s guidance. The Avengers weren’t particularly thrilled, as they were worried about you being hurt, but understood your want to explore.

You really wanted to see all the areas of being a hero. Clint taught you archery and Natasha taught you how to be a spy. You’d listen to Natasha and Clint’s spy stories for hours. Peter would have to pry you away.

Peter always insisted on having date nights and would go all out, making every date special. He’d do anything to make you happy.

And so would all the Avengers. They loved seeing you smile, it brightened up their whole world and made the team stronger.

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fanfic-corner · 9 months ago

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Spideypool Fic Recs

I've recently been reading a lot of Wade/Peter fics, so I thought I'd share some of my favourites with you! Please remember to check the tags before reading <3

Lobster Biscuit by Scarlet_Ribbons (2.6k)

Peter goes on a terrible, terrible date, cashes in a favor on behalf of Spider-Man, and begs Deadpool to crash it.

Deadpool delivers.

Not One Hundred Percent by HashtagLEH (7.3k)

After being drugged at a party, Peter is lucid enough to figure out that he needs help. But who does he even know (and trust) enough that he can just pop up on their doorstep at two in the morning?

Meanwhile, Wade would just really like to know who this random college kid is that showed up at his door.

let me explain by jilliancares (8.5k)

Wade scoffs, shaking his head and elbowing Peter in the side. “Sure,” he says, sarcastic. “That’s why your spidey-sense doesn’t see me.”

Peter’s on the verge of laughing, wanting to join Wade in his amusement, but he freezes. His entire body goes still. He finds himself staring at a roof three buildings over, not even looking at anything. Two blocks away, a car alarm finally shuts off.

“I never told you that,” Peter says, the realization startling him.

Or: Peter's starting to realize just how much Wade knows about him.

Bear the Pain (as the Gods Intended) by mustehelmi (9.8k)

Five times Wade is injured and one time Peter is the injured one.

Gravitation by WillowSong (9.9k)

In a universe where Spiderman never exists, young Peter Parker makes an unlikely friend in Deadpool.

A Friendly Neighbourhood Kidnapping by Willow Writes (12k)

Peter is more than a little mad when Wade ghosts him for years, and then when he finally shows his face in New York again, it’s to kidnap Peter Parker. So he decides to have some fun with the situation and see how long it takes for Wade to recognise him.

Wade thinks he has an easy hit ahead of him and is planning on getting back in touch with his favourite Web–Slinger once the job is done. But Peter Parker seems harder to take down than his buyer let on.

what light through yonder window by hellornothing (14k)

The figure moves quickly, but Peter’s faster. He’s still adjusting to the sudden brightness, so dark red is really the only thing he takes from this initial encounter, but it’s enough.

‘Deadpool?’

aka the one where they get together via late night window visits

The 6 Times Peter Wanted To Reveal his Identity (And the 1 Time He Did) by Spongeekat (28k)

"Look, I’m just a Deadpool. I know I’m not Dr. Phil. But I couldn’t just let you make some bad decision and let the world lose one more hot piece of ass. Anyways, I live in the area and saw you standing on the ledge, and I thought I could maybe talk you down. Dying hurts, in case you were wondering. It’s not worth it.” Dying...hurts? Talk him down? Bad decision?

Oh.

“Oh.” Everything suddenly connected and the gears started turning in Peter’s brain. “No, wait, I wasn’t…” He didn’t quite know how to explain he wasn’t there to do that without completely explaining why he was up there in the first place. Any resolve he may have had earlier about revealing his superpowered persona had melted away, his plans going awry within seconds. "

Or Peter is madly in love with Wade, and plans to meet him on top of his apartment building to reveal his identity. Wade thinks Peter is standing on the ledge ready to jump, and takes it upon himself to make sure he gets home safe and finds a reason to live again.

Finite State by Scarlet_Ribbons (34k)

When he's blackmailed by, of all people, a weird work acquaintance who needs Spider-Man gone for obviously illegal purposes, Peter is forced to hang up the suit- at least temporarily -until he can resolve the situation. Unfortunately, things start to get sticky when Deadpool, who Spider-Man's been on-again off-again with (okay, yeah, lowkey messing around with), crashes into Peter's life and demands the photographer help him figure out what's got his favorite webhead so spooked.

Peter's life is really weird.

I Think I Missed a Step ('Cause I'm Fallin' For You) by mokuyoubi (42k)

There’s a weird familiarity about the kid's tone and posture, and it’s true that Wade is pretty far from home today but he’s also certain he’d remember that baby-face if he’d seen it before. On the other hand, he has spent the better part of the past few years feeling like he’s missed a step, so this conversation isn’t exactly anything new.[[A hot guy is willingly talking to us. Go with it.]][Don’t make an ass of yourself.]“Shaddup,” Wade grumbles, though Yellow has a point...

OR Peter thinks Wade knows his secret identity, and Wade is really confused by the hot coed who keeps popping up and hanging out with him.

Damage by dontcareajot (42k)

Peter Parker finds himself in a sticky situation and who should show up to rescue him but the infamous Deadpool? Now Peter feels indebted to the mercenary... And maybe weirdly charmed by him.

My Boyfriend's a Murder Bot by Fredegund (55k)

Wade Winston Wilson is ugly. His skin's inside out. It ripples and moves every second of every day, at constant war with the cancer. Vanessa put on a brave face for him when she first saw the changes, but it turns out even she can't stomach the sight for long. He's ugly and alone and nothing will ever be good in life again -

If only that were his only problem.

But Weapon X is at it again, under crisp new management, turning orphans into super slaves and bringing out the big guns to make sure nobody interferes this go around (namely one Pool comma Dead). So now, not only is Wade alone and ugly forever, but he's got a bit of a pest problem in the form of a black-clad murder-happy man spider with a collar around his neck and an unhealthy obsession with tying Deadpool up.

So maybe it's not all bad...

Paradise (spread out with a butter knife) by Sarah_Sandwich (72k)

He sighs from where he’s prone, arms akimbo, and roof gravel digging into his spine. “I lost my job. My… other job. The one that actually pays the bills.”

He doesn’t want to dwell on why he’s telling Deadpool of all people. Surely it has nothing to do with his desperate lack of friends. MJ is in California chasing her dreams, Harry’s undergoing treatment for his mental health and isn’t allowed visitors (not that it matters since they blacklisted Peter after last time), and Gwen… Well.

And it’s not like he can talk to Aunt May without her worrying about him starving to death under a bridge or something so… Deadpool it is. Man, when did his life get this pathetic?

OR: The one where Peter and Wade are literal soulmates but don't realize it for literal years because they're literal idiots.

Dissonance by stuckybarnes (121k)

Wherein Deadpool is reluctantly hired to protect Peter Parker from an organization out to hunt him, with varying success on both ends and quite a lot of feelings, revelations, and identity crises.

I hope you enjoy these fics as much as I did, and please let me know if you have any more Spideypool recs! And, as always, thank you to all the wonderful writers for sharing these incredible fics with us <33

#spideypool #deadpool #wade wilson #spider-man #peter parker #peter parker/wade wilson #lina lore #marvel #ao3 #fic recs

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irondad-defensesquad · 7 months ago

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EDIT: Posted on AO3!

“Hey, buddy,” Tony puts away his Stark Pad. “You okay?”

Peter tries not to melt inside at how parental he sounds.

“Y-Yeah,” the boy replies.

Tony is already pulling the covers so Peter can join. The latter shyly lies down on the free spot, and so Tony tucks him in. Thick blankets as well, much like the ones in Peter's room.

“You missed me?” The man half teases, half asks genuinely.

Peter hesitates and nods. Tony smiles fondly, though part of him wonders if Peter has something else in his mind that he’s not telling his mentor.

“I dunno, some nights I just… can’t sleep alone,” the teen admits. “I feel immature for that.”

“That’s not immature.”

“I mean, I’m not a kid anymore. And it’s not like I can ask to sleep with Aunt May because she’s at work, and the reason I’m alone in the first place–”

He stops right there.

He’s not ready to really talk about this with Tony.

“... it’s… my fault.”

Peter stares at the ceiling, feeling Tony’s sad gaze on him.

“Kid,” the latter calls.

Peter tentatively looks back, fearing he might cry.

“I’m glad you came here. You don’t deserve to be alone, even if you might believe that,” Tony reassures him.

The boy sniffs.

“... Do you ever feel cold… even though you’re warm on the surface?” Peter wonders. “And you realize how empty you really feel?”

That seems to affect Tony on a much deeper level.

“... Yeah.”

Peter can see so much in his eyes.

Tony exhales, wrapping both arms around Peter, somewhat sitting on the bed so he can hug him better. There are no other words spoken. Only their breaths, their heartbeats, and their inner coldness being revealed to each other. Them trying to warm each other up.

That’s not the kind of emptiness that’s ever going away, Peter knows that well.

At least he doesn’t have to focus on it now.

Because Tony is here, holding him.

Tony is like his puzzle piece. When they’re together, they fit perfectly. When they’re together, Peter feels like he has nothing to fear on his own.

And when they fit together, Peter might have to adjust. He’s not entirely used to the feeling. Perhaps Tony isn’t, either. But it’s not that bad.

Peter is just surprised how… gentle Tony Stark is.

You’d never read that anywhere about him. Least of all about a man inside a suit of armor.

Unlike all those tabloids and headlines on the internet… Peter can actually hear Tony’s heart. Feel the way it beats. The way it’s hardened but is now loosening up. Opening up. Only the true ones know who Tony Stark is.

And Peter also knows with the way Tony hugs him, in a solid grip that is not letting go no matter what. Not giving up on Peter. Not letting anything awful happen to either, and least of all to the boy.

Just telling him, it’s okay, you can rest, and you can rely on me.

Peter takes a while but he starts relaxing significantly, wishing he could never leave. Well, that’s too idealistic. But he can pretend otherwise.

Tony might rub his back and his shoulders every now and then, sometimes he runs his fingers through Peter’s hair, or nuzzles his face against it. All the while remaining quiet. Just being here for Peter.

Deep, deep in the latter’s mind… he remembers those cold nights his uncle lent him an oversized coat. And Peter would wear them and smell like Ben.

He remembers his smell. Shampoo, some old cologne. Cigarettes but he didn’t smoke, it was mostly the smell of the city.

Peter is never going to feel that smell again.

Tony’s is coffee, oil, and sometimes sweat. He spends a lot of time working, too.

Completely different smells. Peter might not ever be able to describe them properly, regardless of his enhanced senses.

They’re not the same, but Peter being enveloped in this, getting to absorb it and call it home…

He never thought that would happen again.

It’s a coat trying to protect him from his inner cold. Peter is wearing Tony’s old MIT sweater, but he’s wearing another thicker coat now.

Peter inhales and exhales deeply, snuggling his head against Tony’s chest. He might feel Tony snorting to himself. Probably wanting to say Peter is cute, which always makes the latter embarrassed.

Tony is lying down again, but never completely releasing Peter. Then he turns off the light.

The boy tenses automatically.

“I’m here,” Tony notices. “I’m right here, kiddo. Not going anywhere.”

He can hear his smile even if he can’t see it.

Peter smiles back, slipping into the dark, knowing Tony is guiding him in the endless nothing inside Peter, understanding it, not trying to get rid of it or fix it. Because Tony loves him the way he is.

Peter can say the same for him.

In his dreams, they’re flying together, having fun. Everything is okay.

And everything will be okay, one day.

#god my stuff is so repetitive. but okay #lotus speaks #irondad #fics #my fics #drabble #(it became longer than i intended oops)#anti starker #i nearly cried after finishing this. i have issues. i know jdhdjhjfd

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worldsmessiestwriter · 8 days ago

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Cross the line.

tw - nothing

word count - 1,095

Peter Parker x Stark! Reader

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The Stark Tower lab was buzzing with activity. Machines hummed, holograms danced in midair, and the faint smell of soldering metal lingered in the air. Y/N Stark leaned against a workbench, twirling a small tool in her hand while Peter Parker adjusted the settings on a piece of tech he was designing. The atmosphere was calm—until it wasn’t.

Their conversation had started innocently enough: a casual debate about heroes and villains while brainstorming upgrades for a new suit. But as often happened with Y/N and Peter, it quickly grew heated.

“I’m just saying,” Peter began, straightening up and gesturing with a wrench in hand, “villains choose to hurt people. Heroes don’t. That’s what makes them villains.”

Y/N scoffed, setting down her tool. “It’s not that black and white, Peter. People don’t wake up and say, ‘Hey, I’m gonna be a villain today.’ Most of the time, they have reasons—good reasons. Desperation. Circumstance. It’s not like anyone’s born evil.”

“Good reasons?” Peter said, raising an eyebrow. “What’s a ‘good reason’ to blow up a building or rob a bank?”

“Robin Hood,” Y/N countered instantly.

Peter blinked. “What?”

“Robin Hood,” Y/N repeated, crossing her arms. “He stole from the rich to give to the poor. Illegal? Sure. Immoral? That’s up for debate. But was he a villain?”

Peter hesitated. “That’s… different.”

“Is it, though?” Y/N pressed, stepping closer. “He broke the law. He hurt people who were hoarding wealth while others starved. By your definition, he’s a villain.”

Peter opened his mouth to respond but stopped short. Y/N continued, her voice steady and challenging.

“Look, every choice has shades of grey. There are rules for a reason, sure, but sometimes those rules aren’t fair. Sometimes you have to cross the line to do what’s right.”

Peter shook his head, his brow furrowing. “That’s a slippery slope. Once you justify one bad thing, where does it stop? You can’t just—”

“Okay,” Y/N interrupted, raising her hand. “Let’s talk about my dad.”

That stopped Peter in his tracks.

“Tony Stark,” Y/N said, gesturing broadly. “Brilliant inventor, genius billionaire, hero. But he wasn’t always a hero, was he? He made weapons—really bad ones. And yeah, he did it for reasons: funding his company, protecting his country, whatever. But people got hurt. Was he a villain then?”

Peter’s jaw tightened. “He changed.”

“Exactly!” Y/N exclaimed. “He realized he was wrong and did something about it. But if someone judged him by his past alone, they’d never see the hero he became.”

Peter set down the wrench, frustration flickering in his eyes. “But that doesn’t mean the harm he caused was okay. People suffered because of those weapons, Y/N. You can’t ignore that.”

“I’m not ignoring it,” Y/N said, her tone softening. “But you’re ignoring the fact that people don’t always have the luxury of playing it clean. My dad did bad things, but he did them for reasons he believed were right at the time. And not everyone has the privilege to make perfect choices, Peter.”

Peter frowned. “Privilege? What does that have to do with this?”

“It has everything to do with this,” Y/N said, frustration seeping into her voice. “You grew up with Aunt May. She loves you, she supports you, and she’s always been there for you. You’re a good guy, Peter, and that’s amazing. But not everyone gets that. Some people don’t have anyone. Or they’re stuck in systems that don’t give them a way out. So yeah, they do bad things. But not because they’re bad people.”

Peter looked away, guilt flickering across his face.

“Look,” Y/N continued, stepping closer, “I’m not saying it’s okay to hurt people. It’s not. But you can’t just write someone off as a villain without understanding why they did what they did. Sometimes, you can’t afford to play it clean. And sometimes, there’s no perfect solution.”

Peter was quiet for a long moment. “But where do you draw the line? How do you know when it’s okay to cross it?”

Y/N hesitated. “You don’t. You just… trust your gut. You do what you think is right. For me, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do if it meant saving someone I care about. Even if it means getting my hands a little bit dirty.”

Peter looked at her, his expression conflicted. “I get that. I do. But doesn’t that just make things worse? If everyone starts bending the rules, what happens to the world?”

Y/N smiled faintly. “The world’s already broken, Peter. Sometimes, fixing it means breaking a few more pieces. But if you’re doing it for the right reasons… maybe it’s worth it.”

Peter sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I guess I just don’t know if I could do that. I don’t think I’d ever feel right about crossing that line.”

“And that’s what makes you you,” Y/N said, patting his shoulder. “You’re the guy who believes in the rules, who thinks good will always win if you try hard enough. And that’s not a bad thing, Peter. But just remember—not everyone has that luxury.”

Peter gave her a small, hesitant smile. “I’ll think about it. But you know this doesn’t mean I’m letting you win this argument, right?”

Y/N grinned, picking up her tool again. “I wouldn’t expect anything less, Spider-Boy.”

Peter groaned. “It’s Spider-Man!”

“Sure it is,” Y/N teased, turning back to her project.

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#fanfic #marvel #x reader #tony stark #peter parker #spiderman #peter being dumb #pls read #bringbackamarvelficsyall #morals #peter x stark! reader #y/n

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mysecretlittlelibrary · 1 year ago

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Some Adjustment Necessary

Pairing: Platonic! Peter Parker & Reader; Reader x Bucky (but that's not really plot relevant)

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: uh none really just mentioning the tragedies MCU Peter has endured again lmao oh and he gets hit by a car but it's not as serious as it sounds I swear

Genre: it's still pretty fluffy- there's minor angst

Summary: You happen to be the only person who still remembers Peter Parker exists and you are not about to hang him out to dry. So what happens when you take Peter in and basically become his guardian? Well- nothing is simple where super-teens are involved, but you and Peter can certainly handle whatever comes your way. Right?

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You and Peter adjusted pretty quickly to living together if you do say so yourself. And you actually really enjoy having him around. Not that you didn't before but suddenly becoming the full time guardian to an 18-year-old boy isn't something you ever saw in your future til it happened, so you're happy things are going well so far in the first couple of months.

"Hey y/n I'm headed out for tonight." Peter announces barely stopping in the kitchen to talk.

"Alright, call if you need anything. I'll leave dinner on the counter." You shoot over your shoulder just before your front door shuts. Honestly, you were worried the Spiderman thing would be a bigger inconvenience than it is. So far the only thing you've had to discuss with him is not climbing in and out of his window because he has keys to your place and you already know his secret. It appears old habits die hard but now he just goes out the front door and hollers that he's leaving which is much simpler. Plus it eases your concern to know when he's leaving and how long he's out. He may be a superhero with crazy strength and whatnot but he is still pretty young and has been dealing with the most insane shit since he was still going through puberty.

With Peter out on his patrols and Bucky out of town visiting Sam and his family, you have the apartment to yourself and plan to take full advantage of the quiet with a movie marathon and some pasta you're just finishing up. Two helpings of pasta and three movies later- four if you count the one you're currently half asleep through, the sound of a thump against the door alerts you. You listen carefully to the jingle keys and the click of the door unlocking, your body relaxing when Peter comes stumbling through the entrance hall. Your reprieve is shortlived however as you take in Peter's state. He's covered in cuts and bruises and his clothes are tattered and dirty.

"Oh my god Peter what happened to you?!" You gasp jumping up from the couch and rushing to his side. He sags against you immediately and you have to half drag him to the couch to set him down. "Hang on I'll go get the first aid kit." You say leaving him "What did I say to you before you left? Call if you need anything. I even programmed an emergency call system into your suit. How did this happen?!" You look over him frantically trying to assess what needs immediate attention.

"I wasn't patrolling." He groans. You take a warm washcloth first, wiping the blood and grime off of his face.

"You weren't patrolling?" You frown.

"No. I was in Manhattan hanging with some guys and I-"

"What did you do? Piss off a gang?" You suck your teeth.

"No, no, I made some friends who go to NYU, you know because we talked about me going to college and stuff, and after we hung out I was on the way home and got hit by a car."

"You got hit by a car?!? How the hell did that happen?" You blink at him.

"It came speeding around a corner and hit me. Some guy in red pulled me off the asphalt and left me in the hands of random bystanders and then ran after the car." Peter hisses.

"Daredevil." You say.

"Hm?"

"The guy in red. Hell's Kitchen has its own vigilante, they call him Daredevil. I'm guessing it was him." You explain.

"Oh. Does he always chase cars?" Peter's voice is strained but still, you laugh a little at the question.

"I- wouldn't know kiddo. I can't believe you got hit by a car. If he left you with some random 'bystanders' who I'm sure thought you needed a hospital, how did you get here?" You ask.

"I hobbled down a couple of alleys until I lost them, put on the suit, and swung home." He explains.

"You swung home?" Your eyes widen.

"Yeah, which- I don't recommend. That sucked."

"I'm sure walking here would've sucked too. Does anything feel broken?" You gently press against his ribs.

"No- just bruised, maybe a couple of cracks nothing that won't be better in a day or two." He says.

"Oh Peter." You say. "I made pasta. Did you eat with your friends? Do you want some food?"

"I'd love some pasta." He sighs.

"Okay I'll heat some up for you. If I helped you to the bathroom do you think you could manage a shower?" You ask.

"I think I got it." Peter slowly forces himself off of the couch and you watch him carefully hobble towards the bathroom. Only once he's out of sight do you go to the kitchen to prepare him some of the food you made earlier. You wait for Peter to make it out of the bathroom and bring his plate to him in his room. You set him up with extra pillows and blankets and you're admittedly fussing over him but it's hard not to when he comes limping into your home.

"Do you need anything else? Water? Bandages?" You ask.

"Y/n you're doting."

"Of course, I am you got hit by a car." You scoff.

"And in 24 hours I'll be fine!"

"Sure sure, actually just so we're clear you will not be patrolling tomorrow night."

"Oh come on-" Peter groans.

"Don't start. You didn't patrol tonight, which you should've told me but, New York will survive one more evening without Spiderman. Actually, perhaps tomorrow we can discuss this NYU thing. I thought your heart was set on MIT."

"I- can't leave New York." He shrugs, avoiding your gaze as he eats his food.

"Yes, you can. And if MIT is where you want to go you absolutely have to leave New York." You frown. "New York has been around long before you became Spiderman and there are several heroes in and around New York we will be fine in your absence. Not to mention that suit of yours could get you here in like 20 minutes if we needed you so desperately." You say.

"MJ and Ned go there." He mutters quietly.

"What?"

"To MIT. They originally didn't get in and it was my fault so I tried to fix it and then my whole world fell apart but not knowing me means they got in. They go to MIT, and I can't ruin that for them." Peter shakes his head.

"Ruin it for them?"

"Well yeah- what if somehow we end up talking to each other in college and the cycle begins again and I ruin their lives in a big way like I almost did with their college opportunities?" He frowns at his bowl and you sigh.

"I think you three are destined to know each other. They'll find you again one day- even if you're trying to hide from them." You say running a hand through his hair.

"I can't lie to her, not again."

"Then don't. At least not forever. You could absolutely tell her the truth in time if it came down to it."

"She'd never believe me." He says.

"She did the first time."

"Yeah but 'I'm Spiderman' and 'we've known each other for years and were in a relationship, and you don't remember because I made the entire world forget who I am' are not even close to the same. She'd probably assume I was a crazy stalker if I told her the truth." He scoffs.

"You'd start with Spiderman, I imagine she'd be much more open to the other things once you prove you're Spiderman. There's much she doesn't know about the world." You say.

"It's just too complicated." Peter shakes his head.

"Peter, I don't want you to think that because you are Spiderman you have to stop being Peter Parker. You were Peter Parker first and you can't lose yourself because of that suit." You say softly.

"I dunno, I tried and- well it didn't end up too great before you showed up." He says.

"We'll continue this conversation later, but Peter. You have to at least apply to MIT. Don't spoil your chances because you're afraid of some possibilities. You gotta do things anyway." You tell him.

"I'll think about it." He mutters.

"That's a start. Enjoy your pasta, rest up. Yell if you need anything." You say gently patting his shoulder and leaving his room.

~*~*~

"Hey, y/n I'm headed- oh- hi Mr. Barnes. I didn't realize you'd be here." Peter comes careening down the hall.

"Kid you can call me Bucky." Bucky says and you chuckle.

"You're headed where Peter?" You ask.

"Just- out." Peter glances at Bucky.

"With friends this time or-"

"No, not this time. Just out on my own." Peter waves his hand and you almost miss the way his two middle fingers curl briefly the way he does for webs.

"Alright well be safe and if you need anything call. And I mean it. Another incident like two weeks ago and I'll have to start watching you with a witch's glass." You warn.

"Yeah yeah I'll call if I need to, see ya later! Bye Mr. Bucky." Peter says before rushing out the door. You catch the way Bucky's face twists in confusion at Peter's goodbye and giggle.

"That kid is so strange." Bucky shakes his head.

"Most teenagers are." You nod.

"What happened two weeks ago?" He asks.

"Hm?"

"You said a repeat of two weeks ago would have you watching him through a witch's glass. What are we hoping not to repeat from two weeks ago?" Bucky asks.

"Oh- Peter ended up hurt and instead of calling me he hobbled his broken ass back home from Hell's Kitchen." You roll your eyes.

"Was this while I was away? You didn't mention it."

"Well yeah, why would I? He was better before you got back. I just don't want it happening again." You shrug.

"You know you can't possibly monitor everything he does, right?"

"Oh I have no interest in doing that but the kid has had a hyper independence problem since he was like 14 and I need him to understand how to use a support system. We are undoing trauma."

"You- also have a-"

"Ah ah this isn't about me it's about Peter. I want better for him than he's had." You cut Bucky off knowing exactly what he's about to say.

"You really care about this kid."

"Of course I do. I'm his guardian now and it's my job to do the best I can for him. Kids don't ask to be here and it's not fair how often they suffer the consequences of someone else's actions."

"I didn't realize you felt so strongly about the subject."

"We've never really talked about kids." You shrug.

"Do you want them?" His question sounds hesitant, as if he's not sure he wants the answer.

"I dunno. I think it'd be nice. To have a family. But it's- not a number one priority. I guess it depends. Have you given it any thought?" You ask.

"I don't think I'd be good at it." He shakes his head.

"I disagree. I think you're kind and patient and you may not see those traits in yourself but I see them every day in the way you interact with strangers, with me, your tales with Steve from the 30s, even the way you are with Peter-"

"I don't even talk to Peter." Bucky scoffs.

"No, but you pay attention when he speaks, you know his idiosyncracies, you've helped me with things that are for him, you even accommodate that he's staying here when you make plans for us. That's a lot of consideration that many people wouldn't offer. I think you'd make a wonderful father, if that's ever something you'd like." You shrug.

"I dunno, I'd have to give it some thought." He frowns.

"Like I said, it's not a top priority right now. You can decide that whenever you're ready. And no matter what you decide we'll be good. But if you're interested in testing the waters you could always try actually connecting with Peter."

"Oh no, I told you when he first got here that you couldn't make me talk to him." Bucky shakes his head.

"I'm not making you do anything baby it's just a suggestion because I think you'd both benefit from it." You say and you mean it. Peter has always looked up to Bucky, though you can't tell Bucky that, and you think Peter would love a chance to do more than admire from afar.

"And how would he benefit from it? He's terrified of me." Bucky says.

"No, he isn't."

"He just called me Mr. Bucky after I told him he didn't have to use my last name." Bucky points out and you chuckle a little.

"Believe it or not, he's called me Miss Y/n for years. Even up until he moved in. It doesn't mean he's scared of you, he's just being respectful." You say.

"I- will consider talking to him. But I make no promises."

"You don't need to. I just want the two guys in my life to be able to do more than awkwardly sidestep each other in my kitchen." You laugh.

"I'll keep that in mind sweetness." Bucky chuckles. You don't know what's going to come of your light encouragement but there's very little Bucky wouldn't do for you, so you imagine this will only result in something good.

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16woodsequ · 9 months ago

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I live for your very angsty and meta posts 👀

Hehehe, so I believe this is related to this post about Steve's educational videos he makes that Peter Parker watches. And I alluded I had some angsty headcanons about it.

Okay! So a lot of people have pointed out how ridiculous these PSAs are considering how they talk about following the rules and eating healthily when Steve Rogers is notorious for going against rules for the greater good and also got his body pumped full of serum before he was healthy.

As amusing as these PSAs are to watch (and I do find them fun) it's easy to see how out of character they are for Steve!

One of Steve's arcs in CA:TFA is trying to stop being a 'dancing monkey'. He feels trapped and stifled in his USO role and he does everything he can to distance himself from it when he gets the chance so he can be taken seriously and be a greater use for the war effort. (As I point out in this post he even blows off a Senator and doesn't show up for an award ceremony because of how much he's done with the press circuit.)

I think Steve is very sensitive to being used as a propaganda piece, and while he understands why the propaganda machine exists during the war and why everyone is so insistent on getting him on camera and using him as a prop piece, I don't think he enjoyed it.

So what's the deal with these PSAs?

I headcanon that these happened very soon after Steve came out of the ice. (I already headcanon that Avengers happened soon after the ice, not a year later.) Steve is wearing his horrible SHIELD suit from Avengers (I have opinions about this suit, he looks like a dancing USO monkey again, it doesn't even have shoulder straps for his shield.) I think that suit represents a lot of how Steve is viewed in the 21st century when he wakes up. He's a propaganda piece again. He's being viewed through 70 years of American nationalism, and it shows.

Since he's wearing that suit, I think these PSAs were organised very soon after the Avengers. At these point in time, Steve is very vulnerable. He's trying to adjust to 70 years of change, to the fact that all his friends are dead, to a battle with aliens he just had, to the fact that every plan he'd had for after the war is gone, (to the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad cabin SHIELD put him in), and to Bucky's death that is still very fresh.

I have no doubt that Steve was very lost and adrift during this time. What is he supposed to do with his life now? What jobs can he work? What life skills does he have that will apply 70 years later? How is he supposed to pay for things now when they cost so much? How is he supposed to learn everything he missed when he doesn't even know how much he doesn't know?

Then along comes SHIELD (after they may or may not have purposely destabilised him with the cabin) and they tell him Captain America is still needed, he has a role and and a purpose.

I think he's still skeptical of this. We see in Avengers Steve isn't so sure when he talks to Coulson:

The uniform? Aren't the stars and stripes a little... old fashioned?

With everything that's happening, the things that are about to come to light, people might just need a little old fashioned

I don't believe Steve planned to be, or wanted to be Captain America after the war. Captain America was a show name he had to take on before he was taken seriously, and then he had to keep it because of how powerful the name became. But I fully believe he intended to be Steve after the war.

But now no one knows Steve, and it seems as thought the only real use and purpose he can have in the future is being this propaganda piece, this symbol.

So he dons the USO styled Captain America suit again and becomes that symbol again while he fights aliens shortly after waking up to find his whole world changed.

And this is when I think SHIELD comes to him with the idea for these PSAs. Picture Steve still lost and adrift after fighting aliens and trying to figure out what to do with himself and SHIELD comes and says:

"The public needs to get to know Captain America. They have a lot of questions. We need to introduce him to the world beyond some blurry videos of him fighting in New York. We need to show the world you're real."

And SHIELD has this great plan to film these PSA videos. It introduces him to children, it spreads good messages, it makes him seem familiar and authoritative, but approachable. What could be better than that?

But the videos are scripted for the propaganda piece, Captain America. They aren't for Steve at all. They are the product of 70 years of propaganda. They're as bad as the old USO films, if not worse because no one watching them will know who he really is under that cowl.

I think Steve does those videos because SHIELD convinces him it will be a good idea for his image and to help introduce him to the world, but I think the instant he starts filming he dies inside.

He's drowning in propaganda. He can tell he's being used to spread the polished perfect all-America Captain America narrative. He's not naive, and he's been through the propaganda circuit before, he can tell he's being used.

And I headcanon that after those PSAs Steve firmly told SHIELD he was never doing anything like that ever again.

So as much as I enjoy laughing at the PSAs I can't help imagining Steve cringing every time he sees them. And not just because they're awkward and out of character, but because it represents a time where he was vulnerable and taken advantage off to spread a narrative about Captain America and America as a whole, when no one saw him as Steve and he was so lost and just trying to hang on.

Anyways, I think those PSAs really embarrass Steve because he let SHIELD talk him into them and use him as this propaganda piece (not that it's his fault, he was incredibly vulnerable at the time) and he regrets doing them and probably hates any time they are brought up.

But on a lighter note, Steve would hate them just as much as Peter and would be fully on board tearing them to shreds, probably much to the delight of Peter and his friends.

#I hope this all made sense I feel like I rambled a bit #but I hope one day to write a little oneshot about these PSAs because I have a lot of feelings about Steve doing them #in his Avengers uniform #it's literally the dancing monkey all over again #steve rogers #meta #headcanons #steve rogers needs a hug #asks #long post #peter parker

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inkinmyheartandonthepage · 2 months ago

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Webs, Claws, And Katana's

:D Who wants a little treat for my We Forget Peter series? You can read it here on Ao3.

In Peter’s defence, he’s currently losing a lot of blood, in a lot of pain, and therefore cannot be held responsible for forgetting Tony Stark’s strict rule;

Do not go to Deadpool’s unsupervised.

Peter really hadn’t been looking for trouble. He hadn’t even been patrolling! He had simply been minding his own business, admiring the latest Avenger’s Lego set in the shop window that he planned on getting Ned for Christmas. He had been in the middle of calculating how much money he still had to save up and if he should get the store to put it on hold for him when a warning tingle had run down his spine.

Peter hadn’t even had time to react before the ground was shaking beneath him and suddenly, he was falling, the floor beneath him now gone. Screams erupted all around him and Peter scrambled to find purchase as his arms pinwheeled as he went falling into darkness. Everything had been so loud and dark, his senses trying to adjust to the very sudden change.

Rubble hit Peter from all directions and Peter cried out as a particular piece of rubble clipped him on the head which sent him crashing into something sharp. Eventually the world around his began to still and the world went eerily quiet. Peter’s breath had been loud in his own ears as his eyes tried to adjust to the darkness that was all around him. He swallowed down the nausea that was swirling inside him and tried to ignore the sticky warmth that was trickling down his neck and down his side.

Then he had heard the screams.

“HELP! HELP ME! SOMEONE HELP ME!”

And so, Peter had shaken his head to try and clear away the dizziness (which really only made it worse and made him throw up the pretzel he had only minutes before the world had fallen out from under his feet) and started crawling his way towards the voice.

He had managed to find a couple of people and helped free them from where they were trapped under some rubble before he heard sirens approaching fast. With a throbbing head and blood slipping down his arm, dripping from the tips of his fingers, Peter had stumbled out of the mall and slipped away from the gathering crowd that was looking on in horror.

Peter was totally going to blame the giant concussion and blood loss for walking away from the scene. (If he had stayed a few minutes more, he would have heard Iron Man’s suit racing towards the mall, War Machine right behind him.) Having a hard time trying to concentrate on anything other than his pounding head and the stabbing pain in his side, Peter managed to get himself turned around.

When he received one too many worried looks by those on the street, Peter ducked into the nearest alley way and hid behind a dumpster. He all but collapsed against the metal bin, taking a moment to catch his breath and take stock. He his was still bleeding, warmth still sliding down his neck and soaking his t-shirt but not as badly as before. The sharp pain in his side was due to the metal bar that was currently embedded between his ribs.

“Mr. Stark is going to kill me,” Peter moaned as he looked at the rebar. At the thought of his dad mentor, Peter clumsily searched his pockets for his phone but found them empty. It must have fallen from his pockets somewhere in between his free-fall and stumbling through the rubble.

“Think, think,” Peter muttered to himself.

Peter looked around the alleyway, taking in the dirty grime that covered the walls and the crude graffiti penises. Peter tilted his head as splash of red caught his eyes. It was a rushed spray job of what looked like a cartoon Deadpool.

With renewed energy that he wouldn’t be bleeding out in alleyway for Tony or May to find him (and he knew that if they found him dead, they would find a way to bring him back to life just so that they could kill him again for scaring them) he picked himself up off the ground and started moving.

Peter lost time somewhere between the alley way and Wade’s apartment, but his next clear thought is that he’s standing in front of a staircase that led to Wade’s apartment. With a whimper, Peter started climbing the stairs, clutching the banister so tightly it splintered under his grip. He left a trail of bloody smears as he made his way up and by the time he reached the top, Peter wished the fall at the mall had killed him.

Before Peter could even raise a hand to knock on the door, it was flying open. Peter blinked up at the tall, handsome older man that who was staring down at Peter with narrowed eyes and a scowl.

“Hello,” Peter said, trying to stand up straight. He looked vaguely familiar, but Peter’s last brain cell was working overtime to keep him upright.

“Jesus Christ,” the man scowled.

“Is Wade home?” Peter asked, voice sounding faint even to his own ears.

“Wade, get out here,” the man barked. The man reached out, gripping Peter by the elbow and gently dragged him inside. “I got you. Easy kid.”

“Who was at the door, Cujo? Pray its Blind Al’s del – HOLY FUCK!”

Peter blinked as Wade came out of a room deeper in the apartment. His expression had been teasing but as soon as it landed on Peter, his face dropped, and he was rushing to him.

“Hey, Wade,” Peter said, hoping his was smiling but it was hard to tell. “Do you mind if I sit?” Before Wade could answer, his knees were buckling.

Strong arms wrapped around him, and Peter was half dragged, half carried across the apartment until he was gently deposited into a chair.

“Spidey! What happened?” Wade demanded, hands skimming over Peter’s face, gently cupping it.

Peter leaned into Wade’s gentle hands. “I was at the mall looking at Lego.”

“Oh shit,” the other man said. “You were at the mall that collapsed?”

“Yeah,” Peter sighed. “I fell. And got stabbed by something.”

Wade shifted back and hissed as he took in the rebar sticking out of Peter’s side. “Spidey! Do you know what Daddy Stark is going to do to me?”

“Oh,” Peter blinked. “Could you call him? I lost my phone and – and,” Peter sucked in a sharp breath, lower lip trembling as another wave of pain went through him. “I want my dad.”

“Logan, you’re on first aid,” Wade said. “I’m going to call Stark and tell him I’ve got Spiderbaby.”

“Not a Spiderbaby,” Peter slurred, vision tilting.

“He needs a hospital,” Logan growled as he moved to catch Peter from falling off the chair.

“Super healing, Wolvie. He’s just like us, only younger and way more innocent,” Wade shouted, already racing out of the room.

“You really have super healing?” Logan asked, crouching down in front of Peter.

“I’m Spiderman,” Peter said. “And I can feel the wound trying to heal around the bar.”

“Okay,” Logan said. He swore. “Christ. Alright, bub, this is going to hurt.”

Peter whimpered as Logan grabbed the end of the rebar. He planted a hand on Logan shoulder, gripping the flannel tightly in his hand. Peter cried out as Logan yanked the bar from his side and Peter vaguely heard the man growling but his vision was going white, and he was trying really hard not to vomit. When Peter’s vision started to clear he looked at his hand that was still gripping Logan’s shoulder which was now broken under his hand.

“Oh my god,” Peter gasped, releasing Logan quickly. “I am so, so, sorry. Oh god. Please, I am so sorry.”

“Easy, kid,” Logan soothed. “It was an accident and I heal fast too.”

“I didn’t mean too,” Peter whimpered, tears spilling down his cheek.

Logan’s face softened and Peter hiccupped as the man brushed a knuckle over his cheek, wiping away the tear.

“Wolvie!” Wade came running back into the room. “You made him cry? Bad Wolvie! Do you know what Stark will do to you?”

“I broke his shoulder!” Peter sniffled pathetically.

“A little warning on the super strength would have been nice,” Logan grumbled to Wade. He looked back at Peter and jerked a thumb at Wade. “And don’t worry, kid. This dumbass has done a lot worse to me then broken my shoulder.”

Wade scoffed. “Please! Like you didn’t enjoy it. It was practically foreplay. Every fanfic writer thinks so.”

Logan growled at Wade and Peter gave a small grin.

“My little honey badger is shy,” Wade winked at Peter as he patted Logan’s now healed shoulder. “And a little rough around the edges but looks good for his advanced age. He’s my big strong boy, yes he is!”

“Jesus Christ,” Logan grumbled, climbing to his feet.

“Sorry baby girl,” Wade said. “The foreplay will have to wait. Daddy Stark will be here soon, and Spidey here need to be cleaned up. I am not delivering you to Stark covered in blood again.” Wade shivered. “Or Aunt May.”

“Mr. Stark’s coming?” Peter asked hopefully.

Wade took the wet cloth that Logan handed him and gently started to clean the blood from Peter’s face. “He sure is. He was already at the mall looking for you.”

Peter heart stuttered in his chest, and he relaxed into the stool as Wade started cleaning him up. Wade was working on his neck when Logan’s head snapped to the door the same time Peter heard the Iron Man suit land outside.

Logan moved to the door, opening it wide. “He’s in the kitchen.”

A second later and Tony was skidding into the room, striding towards Peter.

Wade shifted out of the way just as Tony dropped to his knees. Peter leaned forward, falling into Tony’s waiting arms, hugging him tightly.

“M��k,” Peter mumbled before Tony could ask. Tony was here now so everything was going to be fine.

Tony’s hands swept up and over Peter’s back before he was gently pushing Peter back, cupping his face instead. Tony’s eyes were sharp as the catalogued every inch of his face. He let out a shuddering breath.

“You have got to stop scaring me kid,” Tony huffed.

“Sorry,” Peter said. “Parker Luck.”

Tony snorted. “Yeah. It sure is something, isn’t it?”

“Wait, is he really cursed?” Wade asked. “For realsies?”

“No,” Tony answered before Peter could answer. “Where are you hurt?”

“He was impaled,” Logan answered, standing behind Tony, arms crossed loosely against his chest. “But we removed that. Looks like he got hit in the head too.”

“I did,” Peter said.

“Headache? Nausea?” Tony asked.

“Yep,” Peter said mournfully.

“Alright. You need a medbay,” Tony said, getting to his feet. “And a reminder about coming to Deadpool unsupervised.”

Peter whimpered and pointed at Logan. “He was here.”

“Yeah, about that,” Tony eyes narrowed. “Didn’t you die?”

“Disney brought him back,” Wade chirped happily. “Don’t you just love the multiverse? So many plot holes you can explain away.”

“I was dragged here,” Logan shrugged.

Wade quaffed. “Like you weren’t happy to sacrifice yourself for us all. Again. God, so noble and ruggedly handsome.”

Logan rolled his eyes, but Peter saw the quirk in his lips.

“Oh my god. You’re Wolverine,” Peter blurted out, staring at Logan slack jawed.

“You didn’t know?” Wade asked, tilting his head to one side. “Does Gen Z really not know who he is?”

“M’ concussed,” Peter whined. He blinked and then groaned. “Oh god, I broke Wolverine’s shoulder.”

“It’s fine, kid,” Logan said. “I accept your apology.”

“Right,” Tony said, shaking his head and looking stressed. Peter hated when Tony looked like that. “Well, thank you for taking care of my kid.”

“Any time,” Logan said. He looked at Peter, offering him a small smile. “Happy to help whenever you need it, kid.”

“Thanks,” Peter said. Gingerly he got to his feet, vision swimming and Tony’s arm was suddenly around his waist, keeping him upright.

“Easy,” Tony said. “I got you.”

Peter waited until the room stopped spinning. “M’good.”

Logan and Wade followed them as they headed to the door but before they could leave, Peter paused.

“Kid?” Tony asked, worried.

“Umm, Mr. Wolverine, Logan, sir?” Peter asked, hissing as he turned to look at the X-Man.

Wade cackled as Logan gave him a long stare.

“Yeah, bub?”

“Could – could I see your claws? Please?” Peter asked in a rush.

“Go on, Wolvie, throw the kid a bone.” Wade nudged Logan with his elbow. “He was skewered! He deserves a little claw action.”

Logan sighed. He held his arm out and Peter nearly fainted as three sharp claws unsheathed with a loud shink.

“Oh my god,” Peter breathed.

“Alright, kid. You’ve seen the claws. Med bay, now,” Tony said firmly.

“Thank you, Mr. Wolverine, Logan, sir,” Peter gushed as Tony started guiding him towards the stairs. “They are the coolest things ever.”

“Bye Spidey!” Wade said cheerfully. “Let’s hope next time we meet you aren’t bleeding!”

“You better not be,” Tony huffed as they started down the stairs.

“Do you think Mr. Wolverine would show Ned his claws since I couldn’t get him the Lego set for Christmas?” Peter asked, knees shaking as they reached the bottom of the stairs.

Tony sighed heavily. “Let’s get you healed before I try and talk you out of that idea.”

“K,” Peter said, leaning heavily into Tony’s side. “Thanks for coming to save me.”

Tony pressed a kiss to Peter’s bloody temple. “Any time, kid. Any time.”

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sabcandoit · 1 year ago

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Helloz, I wanted to ask for a fic of Spider-Noir with a assistant s/o that takes their job very seriously and acts more like an assistant than an actual partner (bonus points if they call him 'bos' or 'sir' casually)

you can make it any gender and smut or fluff, I don't care that much about that

Thank you for the request!

It Can Wait

Spiderman Noir x Female reader

Summary: Peter works as the boss of some important company and you are his girlfriend assistant. Reader takes her job super seriously and keeps rejecting Peter, but eventually, she doesn't ;)

Warnings: Smut! Handjob, unprotected sex, established relationship, pet names, semi-public? Not really? Oh yeah also reader is annoyingly grumpy lol

A/N: Thank you guys for the support! As always, my requests are open. I plan on getting to everyone's, but I like to put quality and time into each one so it may take a while. Enjoy! <3

“Peter, no.” He was kissing your temple from behind you, while you sat at your desk, annoyed. Even though you two were dating, you worked as his assistant and had to keep it professional. You spent most of your days behind this desk in this large penthouse doing paperwork or sorting through God knows what. He came to revisit you, impossibly bored from the lack of distress the world was in. He brought flowers and lots of unwanted affection. “Darling, I can’t help it, I miss you.”

“Well, it can wait until after work.” You replied monotonously, ignoring his hold and kisses. “It can’t… I need you” he said in an aroused and low voice. You didn't take the bait though and swatted him away. He stood up straight with his arms crossed and furrowed eyebrows. “Darling, don’t give me the cold shoulder…” he cocked his head to the side as you turned in your chair to work on the other side of your desk with an unbothered face. You looked up, seeing a customer walking through the doors and asking you a question. “I have an appointment with Dr. Parker?”

“Oh, yes!” you smiled with a handful of papers in your hands, “One moment, please.” You turned around in your seat to see Peter still standing right there. You looked up at him with a neutral expression, saying “Sir, you have a patient.” He gazed at you with a raised brow and smirk, lingering there for a bit trying to make your impartial demeanor falter. After no success, he looked up at the person and smiled with his arms raised, “Come right this way!”. As he led the patient to his office, he looked back down at you with intense eyes. You met his stare with the same neutrality as earlier.

The rest of the day went by somewhat smoothly, customers came and went and Peter must have taken the hint and stopped bothering you. That doesn't mean he stopped glancing at you though. It was late and you packed up. It took you a while to lock up everything. Peter was walking out of his office, locking the door behind him. He tried to keep his suitcase and papers from falling out of his hands while his glasses lowered down his nose. He wore his usual black suit, the tie loosened a bit and his hair slightly messy from the day. After completing that, he looked up and adjusted his glasses while looking at you. You were wearing an average blouse and pencil skirt. Earlier, you had on a flattering suit coat but it was now in your arms along with some documents you planned on taking home.

“Hey Beautiful,” he flirted while walking near you. “Hello Peter,” you replied with a sigh, still annoyed.

“Is someone upset with me?” he chuckled, setting his items on the desk. You looked up at him through your eyebrows and stood up straight. Your bodies were close and he smirked down at you. “Ok, ma’am.” he raised his hands up defensively with a joking inflection. He followed you as you made your way to the doors, speaking, “Peter, I don’t appreciate your advances. When we are at work we are expected to be professional, that includes-” Before you could finish your sentence he grabbed you by the waist and kissed you smoothly. Your surprised eyes became irritated, but you let him continue to kiss. A few more seconds pass before you both part. He pants a bit before saying “How am I expected to act professional around you?” You just looked at him, peeved, “Peter.” He chuckled again and lowered his head down your neck, kissing and nuzzling into it. “I’m being serious.”

“Who knew you were such a tease?” he scoffed, smirking, “You must’ve known what you were doing when you called me sir…” he mumbled, pushing your blouse out of the way to kiss your collarbone. You stood expressionlessly as he did this, pursing your lips.“So pretty,” he hummed. You looked up at the ceiling and eventually swung your paper-filled hands around his back. You felt him crack a smile after feeling you reciprocate the hug, but you were still displeased. Now your blouse was getting stretched out by Peter’s efforts, him kissing your upper breasts. You started trying to push him off, but he only hugged you more. “Enough Pete,” you flatly said, finally making your way out of his grasp. He looked down at you with smirking eyes and kept his hands on your hips. “Oh doll, don't be so stubborn, stay awhile. Sit with me?” he gestured toward the leather couch in the lobby. You gave him a dry stare. “Please?” he pressed. You sighed and walked over to the couch, Peter directly behind you.

As you both sat down, he slung an arm over your shoulders and leaned into your side, getting comfortable. “It’s been a long day,” he spoke. “I missed you.” he flirted. “We saw each other an hour ago.” you scoffed. “Yeah? Well, I can still miss my girl, even if I see her.” He replied, twirling your hair in his finger. You looked at him with tired eyes and an awkward smile, giving in a bit. “Aw, I’m making you smile…” he chuckled, taking any chance of lightening the mood. He brought a hand up to your mouth, holding your chin up as he leaned in and kissed you gently. You kissed back, causing him to grow even more passionate. “Hmm,” he groaned into the kiss, his hands now lowering down your waist as you both pulled away to breathe momentarily. When you came back again, he leaned further into you on the couch, his hard-on becoming ever so apparent. “Peter,” you moaned into a kiss, bringing your hand to his chest, pulling slightly on his loose tie. “What a knockout,” he muttered, grasping your body and trying to shove off your skirt. He successfully got your skirt off as you sloppily unbuttoned his shirt. He parted from the kiss and pulled the rest of it off impatiently. You watched him with hungry eyes, still trying to conceal your desires at the sight of his muscular and hairy chest. You started throwing your hair up in a ponytail, arms in the air, and the hair tie in your mouth. He grabbed your hips again, smirking down at you putting your hair up. After you did, you kissed him a few times sweetly.

He thought to himself that he needed you on his dick right now, but you were taking your sweet time playing with him. First, it was rejecting his efforts, then denying him any affection, but now it was taking forever to end the foreplay. “I need help,” you asked, turning your back to him and pointing to the zipper on your blouse. He groaned quietly as he unzipped it, making the blouse sleeves fall to your shoulders. When you turned back to him, he couldn't hold back. You looked ravishingly beautiful. “Darling, may I?’ he whispered in your ear, impossibly close to you and your dropping blouse. You looked at him with sincere eyes and nodded with a tiny smile. He kissed your cheek and jaw, wrapping his arms around you and pulling down your blouse. You laid your arms around his lower waist, moaning. He cupped your bra-covered breasts and grinded his erection on your clothed area, uttering praises in your ear as the situation intensified.

You unzipped his pants with sultry eyes and pulled them down just enough to see his boxers and hard-on. “It’s not a show and tell doll,” he huskily spoke, chuckling and lessening his grip on your waist. You looked up at him with an annoyed yet playful face before pulling down the boxers and holding his cock. He sucked in a breath, not expecting you to be so bold. You then began to move your hand up and down, encompassing his precum lathered shaft. You looked down at your work, bringing up a free hand to put some hair behind your ear. Peter was lost in pleasure, whimpering under your hold, but he took a moment to look at you while you put your hair back. He almost melted at your beauty, watching this. “Is that it?” you said under your breath, still very focused on pleasing Peter. He only leaned his head back and moaned. Your pace quickened and didn’t stop. He tried to sit up and touch you in any way, but he was too stimulated. “Shit,” he let out. You smirked up at him, almost sadistic-like before pausing and pulling down your panties.

You sat on his hips, straddling him as you led his dick into you. He cried out again, high on arousal, and let you ride him. “Quiet, Peter” you shushed, trying not to make any sounds yourself. He sucked in his breath and held it, still watching you satisfy yourself on him. Your hands were on either side of him and your hair swung down, tickling both of you. He took both breasts in his hands and kneaded them while clenching his teeth in passion. He grumbled in his baritone voice, “Sweetheart, please.” as you softly mewled. “Fuck,” you mumbled before slowing down and feeling his erection fill you with his cum. He gasped and thrusted into you as this happened, both of you making lewd noises. You leaned onto his body, him still very much so in you, as he relaxed his own on the couch again. Both panting and holding on to each other, he kissed the top of your head. “Thank you,” he murmured hoarsely. You smiled and held him tighter.

@kairiscorner @miguelswifey04 hope you guys like this one! <33

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jamiedc-they-them · 2 years ago

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Family, no matter where what

Summary: Gwen has a sibling with the same powers. With a strong bond, you both find out about the multiverse, and it may just be the thing that breaks you.

Spoilers for both films!

Gwen's father finds you just near the end of his shift, someone had called in hearing some bangs coming from an alleyway.

All he finds instead, is a kid. Alone, scared, maybe amnesia. A single band on their wrist.

"Hey, kid. Hey, hey," he says, hands raised as you back away from him. He sees how you then look around, as if sensing something else. He just takes it as you being scared and adjusting as best you can to this new situation.

"It's ok, it's ok," he assures you. You approach him a bit, seemingly trusting him a but more now that he respected your space, "do you have anywhere to go?" You shake your head, "any parents?" Again, a head shake, "a name?" You think, then, seemingly frustrated with yourself, you shake your head 'no' for a third time.

He can't just leave you here, and god knows he knows how cruel orphanage places CAN be sometimes, so he takes you home.

Gwen comes to greet him, but she seems to know something is wrong on instinct, "who's this, dad?" She asks, looking at you with soft eyes, and not mistrust.

"Gwen…" he says, stepping aside to let her see you, "this, uh, well they don't really have a name," he says, scratching his neck.

"Oh," she says, scratching her neck as well, looking at you with sympathy. You smile a bit, before your eyes go back to the floor again.

"Would you be able to, I don't know, help them set up a bit, please?"

"Of course," she says, instantly going back to being more preppy, "come on, kid!" She holds out a hand for you, and waits until you're ready. You then take it, and she takes you to her room. You take it all in.

You point to her trans flag and look to her, head tilting a bit, "oh, that. Yeah, still people out there who think people who are different is wrong. I don't think so. I think being different makes you cool; unique." Her outlook on things makes you smile. You're technically different. You nod. She nods too with a smile, glad to have helped you feel at ease.

A siren goes off, you both look to the window. She looks back to you, and sees waves above your head. They just stand out to her.

"Oh, my god…" She says softly. You jolt at the police radio, and in an instinct your hand is held put.

Web comes out.

"You're like me," She says, finishing her now confirmed thoughts.

You look at her in fear, as if you've done something wrong.

"No, no, no," she says quickly, waving her hands in front of her, "It's ok. It's ok, I promise!" She assures you.

She puts her finger to her lips, and gestures for you to follow her. You do, and she unlocks her drum. In it, is an outfit.

She then holds her hand out in a position similarly to yours, and Web comes out.

You look to her with wide eyes. She chuckles, but it has a hint of relief to it, "you'll be ok, kid, " she assures, "I'll help you."

She does. She's patient with you. Kind. Loyal. At school and with this whole thing. She tells you about the gifts you have. Helps you control them, but makes you promise not to tell Captain Stacey. You swear.

He, meanwhile, sees how you both are with each other. You bring out a warmer side to her; she brings out your more curious and open side.

On the year anniversary of you being found, they adopt you.

Gwen had always been jealous of people having siblings, and now that wish has been granted.

You make a good team - she helps you with a suit. You can read each other like a book.

She tries to help you with your band, as it seems to adapt to the growth of body mass and age, but neither of you find anything other than it just seemingly a normal band.

Then you meet Miles and a group of other Spiderlike people. Peter assures you that while having two Spiderpeople in one universe is rare, he is sure that there must be others where that is true.

It's fun, and nice, to have other people to trust as well. People who understand.

It helps you both forget about your best friend dying. Miles becomes that to you both. You haven't healed, but you're trying to now.

But then it's over, and you're both together, but also alone, again.

Stoll though, you have each other, that's something.

But then your father finds out, and you both unmask in front of him. And, as much as he doesn't want to, he attempts to arrest you both. Gwen begs for him not to do it, but puts herself in front of you just in case it goes sideways.

The other two spider people you met when subduing Vulture appear, saving you. They both give you a chance. A second chance to be understood, to be with people like you.

You both look at each other, and nod. You take the trip to the hub of other spider people.

Miguel is distant to you moreso than Gwen, but you just put that up to how you've always been. You have always been one who could easily slip into the shadows; that, and you didn't talk much. But, still, you don't let it get to you, as you're among an almost Spider-family.

Gwen had never seen you be so happy, making new friends. She's happy for you. And you both adapt to this way of living while on missions.

Gwen offers to ask Miguel about your band, and does so when you're away on a mission. When you return, she hugs you, glad you're safe, but gives you the bad news of there being nothing new to learn. Just a regular old band.

You are saddened, but accept the news. Your hand goes over the band, and a sort of light seems to come from it; but when you remove your hand, it's like it never happened. You just put it up to lighting or something from this place.

You both go and visit Miles, and you love being with your best friend again. Don't get yourself wrong, the Spidercrew are great, but the three of you made a good trio. You were helping each other grow and heal.

That, and you made him feel less alone with the secret of being Spiderman.

The two of you are told to leave him, to never return, because of the damage the Anomaly has done. It hurts you, but your sense goes off for some reason. You look to Gwen, herself isn't going off, just yours.

"Y/N," she says to you, "I'll meet you there, ok?" You find it odd of her asking you to go first, but she just gives you one of her 'trust me' smiles. You give her a small one back, give seemingly one more goodbye to your best friend, before going through the portal.

Miles, however, hears the rest of the conversation. It's one of the reasons why he goes through.

During the chase, when Gwen falls due to being distracted, Miles tells you to stay on The Spot's trail. Despite the annoyance at not being able to help Gwen, you trust Miles, and so listen to him.

Your friend Hobie, respects your lack of talking. Tells you it's good as it's what makes you with everything going on, but also that actions always speak louder than words.

Gwen had told you about cannon events, how there was order to things. Things had to go a certain way, and your job was to keep it all in order. But you do respect Miles trying to save Pavitr the pain of loss.

Miles succeeds, but you then see the damage it causes.

Hobie says your name, seemingly spotting (ha) something you don't. But you hear Gwen reprimand him, saying that's a subject for 'later'.

You pretend you don't hear it; pretend their words got lost over the noise of everything.

The rest of the Spidercrew, and this is the first proper time Miguel spoke to you; other than telling you about a mission or during a debrief, or ordering you to get patched up. You've never seen him this angry.

He looks at you with so much anger, "and you," he seethe, even pushing you a bit, "why didn't you stop him?"

"Miguel, enough," Gwen argues. Her defensive side coming out to play.

He just dismisses her, face inches from yours. But, you do hold his gaze, "you gonna give me an answer?"

"Miguel, mate," Hobie tries.

"Enough out of you," he snaps, eyes still on you.

"My job. Saving people," you say, knocking your head against his. Hobie whistles in respect.

Peter tries to intervene again, but is met by silence.

Finally, Miguel pulls back. Gwen approaches you, putting a hand on your shoulder. She squeezes it.

Miguel then shows the massive webs of the Spiderverse (you agree with Miles' name for it. Goes with the theme you all play by after all).

You had never actually seen it before, and look around it in awe. You see Gwen and yours timelines.

Scratch that, you realise. Gwen's. You're not there.

You look at her, she looks away.

"Where's mine? Where am I in this?" You ask her in a quiet voice.

She doesn't answer.

"Here," Miguel says, voice cold, but not as angry this time. There's almost, ALMOST, a sense of sadness to it? You aren't sure.

He puts a hand on your back, turning you to a strand high above. He holds out his hand, and it comes down.

"Go ahead, kid," he says, not unkindly, "take a look."

You hold out your hand that has the bracelet on it. Those lights come back again, but you see them this time. The image of the innocent bracelet flickers away for a moment, and there, on your arm, is the bracelet that Gwen wears. Or, a version of it, at least.

Your eyes are wide, heart thumping on your chest. You always wondered why you didn't need one, people had plenty of theories to put you at ease, even your friends.

You then look to the circle, an unknown Spiderperson is there, holding someone.

You.

"Who - who are they?"

"A rogue. Went back and changed events." Miguel says, simply, before turning back to Miles and his protests about this fate thing.

He's locked down, you aren't. You look to Gwen, who looks down. You look to Hobie, he looks at eyes with a mix of things (guilt, relief, anger, sadness) but then subtly moves his head to the exit. He then nods to Miles. You know what he's saying.

So, as soon as Miles realises what he's done, break out, you both do what Hobie suggested. You run.

You both seem to know which way to go to split up the seemingly endless Spiderpeople chasing you. Despite Gwen going for Miles, she sees you leading your own pack too. She's scared for both of you, but the mission. Part of her says fuck the mission; but another part says to see it through, it will all work out in the long run.

It won't. She knows that. She knows it'll only hurt you both.

You and Miles are both saved by Peter, who tries to get you both to understand. You thought you'd found another father figure, one who understands all this. He's genuine with his words, but you dont know who to trust anymore.

"Y/N…" Miles stops himself, unsure of what to actually say to you.

"Your dad," is all you say to him, "we can save him. We just need to get you to the machine."

Miles nods, glad you're on his side, but he clocks how you don't say 'we'.

"What about you?"

"I will distract them."

"That's suicide!"/"Kid, no!" Are the protests from the pair.

No time to argue, the other spiders are here. Peter swears he didn't bring you both here to trap you. Part of you believes him.

"Too late," you say to your friend, before you both plummet through the inner workings of this place.

You both make it to the train, making sure Miles is ahead of you. A Web then catches your foot, and Miguel leaps, slamming you into the train, spit flying from his mouth as he tells you, "I'll deal with you, later!" As he then goes after Miles.

"Y/N!" Gwen shouts. You find some strength in you, continuing to crawl towards Miguel and Miles, "Y/N, stop! Please!" You can hear your sister friend Spiderperson call out to you.

You ignore her, and instead keep going towards the one person you can trust. He gets himself out of his rut, but as he swings away, he first a Web to you. You grab on, and follow him.

You get to the machine. You place some, what toMiles looks like, mines.

"What are those?" He asks, getting the number he needs to go back home.

You hit a button, and it fires out a bunch of webs, creating a shield.

Miles leaps into the machine. It starts up. You hear tearing at the Web, it's Miguel. You put more and more down. He keeps tearing through them.

"Anomalies working together! Of course!" He shouts, tearing through and more of your barriers.

Miles disappears. Then you set yourself up, and leap into it. You feel a hand grab your leg and a yell of 'no!' Before you hit the floor.

"I'm sorry, kid," Miguel says, before holding up his hand. You close your eyes, but if never comes. Opening your eyes, you see his hand being held back. Then another Web on his other hand. It gives you what you need, and you get into the machine.

Looking back at them, you see it's Gwen who did it. She gives a nod. You don't give one back.

Time to get some answers from your home.

Gwen knows you'll write your own story with the answers you find. But, she's been writing hers all along, she realises. You dropped into her universe, and gave her a friend. Gave her a sibling. Gave her someone who understands. Someone who fought by her side. Someone to always have her back.

She didn't always have yours, but she'll do so, starting from now. From this. By letting you go, and trusting you'll be ok.

Sure, she's thrown back to her world. But, it allows her and her dad to talk. It gives her the resolve she needs. She'll save Miles with your Spiderfamily, then she'll find you.

She promises. Swears on her life.

This is one she's not breaking.

#across the spiderverse imagine #atsv imagines #astv x reader #spider gwen imagine #spider gwen x reader #x sibling!reader #platonic imagine

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READY TO COMPLY - CHAPTER TWELVE: END OF BEGINNING

“Just one more tear to cry, one teardrop from my eye, You better save it for The middle of the night when things aren't black and white”

▸ summary: trust is lost amongst friends, but there may be something in the horizon ▸ characters: tony stark ft. natasha romanoff & peter parker ▸ word count: 4.1k ▸ warnings: semi-angst ▸ series masterlist

When a heart gets broken, it sometimes can feel as if the person has died. In this case, you think it would be better if you did. But that’s not how life works.

“We’re heading up now, Squirt. Better buckle up.”

You snapped your head up from your lap to find Happy looking down at you. A curious look on his face before he glanced at your lap. The book you had found in the airport gift store an hour ago laid open on the first page. Several attempts were made to try and read the story. But to your dismay, you weren’t able to keep focus. Often looking out in the distance as you continued to recall the events of the other night.

“You’ll find me?” … “No, Bucky. Not this time.”

The look on Bucky’s face still haunted you. What had been words of a bond that was almost unbreakable, was torn apart in mere minutes of a fight. It’s been a day since you’ve left the bunker, and you feared a part of you has been there since.

Nodding your head, you tuck the book into your bag and place it on the floor beside your feet before you turn to stare out the window. Above the noise of the jet outside, you were still able to detect the worried mumbling from Happy and Tony. Since the two of you returned back to Berlin, you had been unusually quiet.

Tony for once, did not try to make you talk things over. Even when he was supposed to report back to the accords. When asked whether or not you were going to sign on the accords, he stated that you were neither an avenger nor involved in this incident. By some chance, all the cameras had lost footage in the airport. So as far as the JTC or The UN were aware, you had been taken by the winter soldier to Siberia.

“Is it alright if I sit here, Ms. Stark?”

Spider-Man or Peter, who had introduced himself once you made it to the airport, had boarded the plane with you guys. Now sheepishly pointing over to the seat beside you with a friendly smile while he waited for you to reply. But all you did was simply nod your head before turning to gaze back out the window.

The shuffling sound of him adjusting into his seat and buckling up is the only thing between you until the plane finally begins to ascend into the air. It’s a long flight home and you wish that you had taken Tony up on his offer of some sleeping pills. But with your mind already daydreaming, you’re a little too scared to imagine what sleep would bring.

“Sorry about the fight at the airport.” Peter said suddenly. “Those repulsors that you had were pretty cool. Mr. Stark mentioned they were a prototype for a more mobile type defense but the two of you adjusted them to make them fit for fighting.”

You glanced back beside you, noting how nervous Peter seemed to look. He was much younger than you realized. Making you slightly upset about having him been part of the fight at all. But considering he was crawling up the walls, stopping punches from super soldiers, and taking on Wanda, he had to be more than just a regular kid.

“By the way, it is an honor to have fought against you.” His enthusiasm is creeping in on you, making you fully turn to face him as he rambled on about the fight. “It’s not often someone gets pretty close to sneaking up on me. There was this time I was stopping a robbery and there were a total of three goons, all amateur, but still pretty strong..”

Peter continued on, going onto different tangents in his story that helped provide you with a very necessary distraction. It’s not until he’s noticed you’re completely grinning from hearing him talk about how much his new suit kept riding up his butt that he stopped.

“I just realized I’ve been the only one that’s been talking for ten minutes. I’m so sorry.”

You shake your head at him, leaning back in your seat. “It’s okay.” you said softly. “I liked your stories.”

His face beamed with pride at your response. It’s been hours since you’ve last said more than one worded replies and he’s noticed it. His reaction has you feeling a bit guilty and you casually glance over to see that Tony has stopped talking to Happy to look back at you. Raising a brow in a quiet way of asking if you were okay.

Smiling at him, you nod your head before giving Peter back your attention.

“So I noticed that you’re calling Tony ‘Mr.Stark’. I’m gonna go ahead and assume then that you’re not some secret nephew that I owe some birthday presents to?”

Peter’s eyes widened and he let out a hearty laugh. “I wish! Mr. Stark managed to pluck me from Queens. He’s apparently been keeping tabs on Spider-Man. Offered me a chance to come help him.”

“It’s a pretty big step from stopping robberies to fighting super soldiers.” You find that you can’t bear to say their names. “The fight was kind of intense..”

“Oh don’t worry, Ms.Stark! I’m totally okay! I heal up real fast these days.”

“You’re definitely different. I mean, I don’t think I’ve seen anyone be able to stop a punch from Buc–” your voice cut off on its own. Making you turn embarrassed as you looked down at your lap to fidget with the hem of your shirt.

Peter was kind enough not to bring that to attention as he gave a light pat on your arm. “You wanna hear what it was like sharing a hotel with Happy?” The two of you both look over to find Happy with his familiar look of annoyance as he tapped angrily at his iPad. Sensing that he’s being watched, he glanced up with wide eyes, looking between you and Peter before he began to shake his head without even knowing the conversation.

The reaction makes the two of you burst into a fit of giggles and while the whole thing isn’t entirely that funny, the whole thing has you laughing so much you feel the pinch of tears in your eyes. “Please tell me.” you urged, wiping the corners of your eyes a bit.

Peter instantly dived into a story of what it was like going from Queens to the airport with Happy. Pulling you back into another enthralling story.

“Tony, you gotta let me go over there. The kid’s getting it all wrong.”

“You leave them alone, Happy. It’s gonna be a while before we see that smile again.”

“Fine. But he’s getting a cab home.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure, Hap– Oh will you relax? Your forehead is showing that vein again.”

Hours later and the four of you are finally back home in America. The three of you continued to pester and annoy poor Happy. He practically sped over to the apartment building in Queens. Especially once Tony joined in on the teasing. But soon enough you were saying goodbye to Peter, telling him you’d see him soon to hear more stories from his side of the city.

Tony had Happy plan to take you back to the hotel, where he was planning on staying while they moved Rhodey to the compound. But you insisted they take you home.

It’s been quite a few months since you’ve stepped foot in your townhouse in New York. You were sure that it’d be a dusted mess, but you couldn’t help but feel the need to be in a place that was your own.

“I can stay with you,” Tony offered, keeping you from closing the car door. Happy had offered to take your bags up to the doorstep. Giving you and your brother a moment alone for the first time in hours. “I’ll even order some take out, we can talk shit about..everyone.”

There was a look that flickered in his eyes, making them glisten a bit before he shook it off, giving you a brilliant smile. He’s trying to cover up his own feelings but you don’t want him to hide how he feels just to help make you feel better.

“We can do that later on. I think I just want to be alone for a bit. At least to get back to our time zone.” You shrugged. Hoping to sound more okay than how you really felt. “We’ll go to that one place you wanted to try.”

“You sure, sprout? I mean, I can always just—“

You cut Tony off with a simple hand to his shoulder. Squeezing gently to shut him up. “We’ll plan it out tomorrow. Just tonight…leave me be.”

He nodded slowly, looking a little disappointed before he leaned back into the seat. He’s about to close the door but you’re quick to grab before he can. A simple raise of the brow is all he used as a question.

“Do me a favor, Tony.”

“Anything, kid.”

“Call her?”

There’s no need to say who it is. The whole fighting and sadness has you thinking about everything. Including your own brother’s relationships.

“Sprout..” Tony choked out, sounding unsure about the request. But all you could think to say is to throw back his own words at him before you closed the door.

“One of us Starks has to be able to hold onto a relationship right?”

And with that, you turned around and left your stunned brother to his own decisions. Hopeful that he’d do that right thing and get his girl back. Not only for his sake but yours.

It’s hours later in your little townhouse that you finally have everything unpacked and cleaned up. The dusting and cleaning being completely therapeutic to you while you found a way to adjust back into your old home.

Home.

The concept of this place being your home again sounded foreign. The more you look around the more your chest begins to ache. While this was back for you, this wasn’t your home. This wasn’t the place you’ve been sleeping for months. This didn’t have the old plumbing that sometimes would take forever to heat up, or had outdated appliances, or have the queen size bed that you’d share with—

“No.” You said softly to yourself. The swell of tears began to fill in your eyes and you felt as if you’d been punched in the stomach. Causing you to reach out and grip against the counter top. Fingers feeling slightly numb as you release some anger onto the hold.

For a second there’s a ringing in your ear as you’re thrown into emotions again. But even through the ringing, you can feel the chill running up your back. Your instincts kicking in quickly. Without a second thought, you jumped over the counter and reached for a knife in the holder by the sink before spinning around and facing the new presence of the room.

“He’s taught you well, Cолнышко (little sun).”

Natasha didn’t look the least phased as you held the tip of the knife towards her face. If you didn’t know any better, you would say she had a glint of approval. But her signature smirk was gone, and the green in her eyes were dulled. She was tired.

“We just gonna stand like this all night or do you mind if I take a seat?”

Pulling your arm back, you place the knife down on the counter, keeping contact with Nat as you walk over towards the chair by the window. The cool breeze that flowed in was a sign of how she got in so quietly.

“I’m glad you’re okay.” she started softly, taking a seat over at the couch opposite of you. “Once that jet left I couldn’t help but worry about what you were going to face. And then things with Rhodey happened and next thing I know Tony’s upset—“

“How can you just do that?”

You cut her off quickly. Feeling a burning anger flicker inside your chest. Natasha raised a brow, cocking her head to the side as she tried to figure you out. Like she always did.

“How can I do what?”

“Act like everything is okay.” The air in your lungs felt heavier, making your breathing slow and painful. “Like my life wasn’t just turned upside down.”

“Scout-”

“No!” Jumping up from your seat, you point over at Natasha. “Look me in the eyes and tell me you didn’t know. Tell me that they were the only ones who betrayed me. Tell me my own best friend who told the whole world’s secrets wouldn’t have kept THIS from me,” The sudden panic in your voice has the other girl’s eyes wide as she leaned back to look at you. Green eyes flickering all over your face as she tried to think of an answer.

“I can’t.” she said softly. “I had pieced it together pretty fast.”

You turned away, feeling the pain in your chest turn worse. It causes you to have to lean against the chair. Holding onto the edge to keep you balanced. Was this how you were always going to feel now?

“I know nothing I say can fix it. But please let me just get my piece in..”

“Why should I? Why should I listen to anything else when all you and Steve and Bu-” You bring a hand up to your lips before shaking your head. “All you guys know is how to lie to me and hurt me. So tell me, Nat. What grand excuse do you have to tell me? Hmm?” Moving to take a step closer, you watch her get up and size up to you.

“Because unless you’re a coward like Steve, which we both know you aren’t, then I’m not sure what real excuse you could have. As far as I see it, you allowed me to look for him, try and bring him back home. Was that when you were going to tell me? What about Tony? Do you guys really hate him so much that you worked with him for years and couldn’t face up to tell him too?”

“No one hates Tony. But don’t act like you guys are the easiest people to tell stuff to.”

Her words caused you to flinch, making you take a step away from her. “So now we’re not easy to talk to all of a sudden, okay.” you laughed, looking down at your hands. They shake before you and you quickly ball them up before crossing your arms. “Wasn’t quite aware of that.”

“That’s not what I meant–”

“I don’t care what you meant. Get out of my house.” Turning around, you move to head towards your door. “I don’t want to see any of you ever again.”

“Please!” Natasha urged, reaching out to grab your arm. “I can’t just leave things between us like this.” It’s not till you’re fully facing her that you notice there’s tears brimming her eyes. “I’m sorry, okay? I’m so sorry I didn’t say anything. I should have done better. I should have at least told you because you deserved to know.”

Her hold on you let up when she noticed you weren’t leaving again. Allowing her to quickly wipe some fallen tears off her face. “I can’t speak for the other two. And I won’t. Because keeping this secret has been tearing me up inside and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

Reaching out, she brushed a hand out to cup at your cheek, gingerly rubbing the pad of her thumb against the apple where your own tears had begun to roll over. You wanna push her away, tell her to leave and watch her get out of your life like the other two. But you can’t. You don’t think your heart can take another heartbreak.

Throwing your arms around her, you bury your face into her neck, letting the pain pour out as you hold onto your friend. She’s quick to hold onto you, allowing your body to sag against hers as she helped move you towards the couch.

It’s not until a couple of minutes of you crying out to her that you’re able to calm down. Wiping your nose along the sleeve of your arm before you pull back to look at her. She’s just as red in the face as you but still slightly more composed. “I feel like my world isn’t ever going to be the same again.”

“I know,” she agreed, pushing a piece of hair out from your eyes. “It might not ever be.” Looking back to your eyes, she gives you a sad smile before leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead. “But I just want you to know that I would never intentionally hurt or betray you like this..I just..I didn’t know how to tell you.”

You don’t have a response for her. Just like with the other two, you can’t think of anything to make them or yourself feel better. All you know is that you can’t be around any of them. But Natasha doesn’t seem to need to hear that from you, instead, she got up from the seat, moving to reach for a bag that she had stowed away by the window.

“Ross is gonna try and hunt me down.”

“Well he’s off to a good start if you manage to make your way back to New York.” you scoffed, curious to know what she was digging around for.

“Poor guy has his hands full.” She found what she was looking for before she returned back to join you on the couch. “So much so that he and his team didn’t notice when I managed to take this from their evidence locker.” She slips over a book into your hands and it's then that you realize what it is.

The familiar cover was the exact one you had spent a good couple of days looking at. “Oh,” you whispered softly, letting your fingers brush over the spine of the journal. It had been so long since you’ve seen this and while you can’t even mention his name, the sight of Bucky’s journal brought a sudden comfort over you.

“I’ve never been one to snoop inside someone’s journal.” She mused, tapping the cover lightly. “But I’m sure he wouldn’t have a problem if someone like you read it.” Her watch beeps and she looked down at it ruefully for a moment.

“Times up?” you asked softly, feeling suddenly unready.

“Yeah, my ride out of the states is gonna leave soon.”

The two of you got up from the couch and you watched as she strapped the bag around her shoulders. Taking a second to adjust her jacket a bit before she finished to look back at you. The two of you stare at each other before you’re suddenly wrapping an arm around her again. Hugging her tightly. “I’m sorry,” you start, unsure why. “If..if there’s a way to reach me..and you need me–”

“I’ll try not to but thanks. For now, maybe just try being here? Seems like you could use a break from hero work..” She pulled back from the hug first, using her fingers to tip your chin up and look over at her. “I’ll see you later,Cолнышко (little sun).”

Nodding your head, you step back, allowing her to make her way over to the window. Her bright hair blowing in the night wind is the last you see before she disappeared into the night and out of your life.

You don’t read the journal. At least you try not to. After several attempts, you can’t find it in yourself to peek into what it could have inside. What if it reveals more lies to you, what if there’s secrets Bucky had been holding that were far worse.

It’s late one night, you’re cuddled under your blanket, ready for another sleepless night when you look at your nightstand. The book has been sitting there since Natasha left and you feel like the cover is taunting you.

Turning your back to it, you try and shut your eyes, reminding yourself that while you’re upset with Bucky, that reading his private journal was super gross and not very ethical. But there were a lot of unethical things that seemed to happen to you, it’s almost unfair that you’re not allowed to break a rule now and then.

Groaning in frustration, you kicked off your sheets, reaching for the lamp on the nightstand. The room is suddenly wrapped in a warm glow and you’re picking up the journal. Flipping the cover, you let out a sight. There’s no turning back now.

The first couple of pages remind you of the notes that he used to carry around. Lists of words that wouldn’t mean much to normal people, but to Bucky, they were reminders of people and places. Some of the lists were harder to read, especially when you realized they might have been past missions as the soldier. But the more you dived into it, the more you realized he had begun to remember names.

There were so many names..

Luckily there were two sets of names you didn’t want to come across and that gave you a slight relief. But eventually the journal started to turn into entries. Small enough to be a paragraph, but enough so that it made your heart ache. They were Bucky’s words and for some reason that meant everything to you right now.

Some entries had you crying with the dark dreams as painful reminders to him. Some had you smiling, despite the pain you felt towards him, the words of him recalling moments with you felt like a warmth you needed.

It wasn’t till you got to a certain date that you realized what this entry was for. It was the day he tried to leave after you stopped him from leaving the apartment as the soldier. He had been planning to leave Bucharest and you behind, but you stopped his plans in time. What you never saw was the words he had been writing that day.

[..The worst of my nightmares has happened. Instead of just reliving what has happened inside my nightmares, The Soldat finally managed to seep his way through my subconscious and out into the real world. Out to where she is.]

The memory of the night feels fresh in your mind. All of it was still scary and you remember the look of shock and sadness when Bucky realized that it wasn’t just a dream anymore.

[..I can’t keep her with me anymore. Not when it’s no longer safe. She’s the only good left I have and if the Soldat hurt her..I don’t think I could live with myself…]

You don’t want to unravel what he means with that. But knowing Bucky, there was no good answer to it either way.

[..I don’t want to leave her. God, I don’t ever want to leave her. Even in the early mornings, when I go to the docks, or go out for food, or anything. Leaving her for just a second brings an ache to my chest. But not bigger than the one I feel when I think about what could happen to her if I don’t wake up the same. Not again.]

The page is cut off and you’re thinking it’s probably around the time that you had caught him trying to leave. The fight was painful, but it had brought out the trust you two still had at that moment. Unfortunately, you weren’t sure you’d ever get that back. You’re about to close the book, but there’s a bookmark down the line that you turn to next.

[..She’s smarter than she realizes. Caught me at just the right time. Either that or she’s born with ridiculous luck.]

You think hard about it and realize this is one of his last entries.

[..Seventy years of being in pain and loss, and I managed to get one good thing in my life…I can’t believe some guy like me could be with a dame like this. Even now, she’s curled to my side, sleeping beautifully after letting me touch her and make her feel the way she’s supposed to. She deserves the world but she chooses me. She wants to look for me, even if I get lost again. How could I return that to her? How could I give her more when she asks for nothing in return?..I just hope that whatever happens between us, she’ll get to know just truly just how much I love her.]

The journal fell out of your hands, falling off the side of the bed. His words keep repeating in your line and instead feeling the familiar break of the heart, something else, something stronger builds up in you. Giving your chest a break from the ache it’s been feeling this whole time.

I love her.

“...I love him.”

a/n: woo! another movie done! i love the idea of bucky having a journal. wish that was dived into more in the show IW is soon to come. Just gonna take a week break and start it early FEB!

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x female #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes angst #rtc

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