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Sicktember: Day 28

#28- Pulling a ‘Ferris Bueller’

“Are you sure it’s safe for you to be out in public? Pepper would never forgive me if something was to happen to you and you were recognized.”

Peter’s anxiety had been amped up something awful since he’d been dosed with that mysterious fear gas that the Avengers had finally traced back to that pit of a town in Jersey while on patrol a couple of months earlier. As such, it was pretty easy to tell what was triggering him now as he asked his question for the umpteenth time that day.

Tony slung his new arm around Peter’s shoulder and tugged him close even as they moseyed down the street. “Kid, I promise you, we’re fine. And even Pepper would be fine if we did end up getting caught out. We’re not doing anything nefarious.”

Peter seemed unconvinced.

“Aw, Petey, come on! I even had FRIDAY coordinate with the admissions office to get your campus tour scheduled for the day with the fewest students on the tour and on campus to reduce the risk of “tourist” interference,” because we could see how worried you are. Trust us. It’s okay.”

They walked past an artisan bakery; its patio packed while a server bustled to take multiple orders in the middle of the fray, triggering yet another thought, “But what about the locals?”

“Pfft. I’m practically a local myself. Come on, Pete,” Tony tried to reassure him. “We’re good. I’m in Cambridge as a guest lecturer at least twice a year and I’ve never had an issue.”

Peter leaned away just enough to give him a sceptical side-eye. “You don’t really expect me to believe you, do you?”

Happy snorted from his position a few feet behind him.

“Hey,” Tony called over his shoulder, “Kindly refrain from influencing the opinions of my mentee, please and thank you.”

Happy chuckled a little louder, “I don’t think I’m the one that influences him, Tony. Trust me on that.”

Tony stopped walking while still keeping ahold of Peter, then turned them both around to address his asset manager. “Excuse me? Are you implying that I’m a bad influence?”

As naturally as breathing, Peter’s jaw dropped in shock and horror as he caught on to what was being implied. He looked from one man to the other, “And are you both implying that I’m a bad kid?”

Tony and Happy exchanged looks of both shock and delight as they finally—FINALLY caught their first glimpse of their Peter since leaving the city early that morning.

They’d almost missed this.

When Spider-Man had staggered into the penthouse, weeping and hyperventilating, they’d initially had no clue that the vigilante had been exposed to a mind altering drug so potent that even Dr. Cho’s eventual antidote only barely pulled him back from the veritable edge.

The trip had almost been cancelled.

The swings between anxiety, depression, and terror had been so extreme in the beginning and sitting with him as he struggled, restrained in the med bay at his worst, had been hard for them all. While Cho and Banner had worked together to find a solution, none of them were certain it would ever be an option to leave the monitored confines of the tower again.

Thank goodness for understanding teachers as they tried to maintain some sense of normalcy. Homework became the great distractor.

And then the antidote breakthrough came, and shortly after, the medical staff realized that they were approaching the drug’s half-life. The two events coming one after the other, were a miracle, the light at the end of the tunnel... and Peter finally improved.

And didn’t a change of scenery sound like the best idea ever?

Yes, there were still moments where Peter felt obviously out of sorts, his worries a tad too unreasonable, but he’d worked hard to recover, and was safe—they were making sure of it.

“Come on, squirt,” Happy reached out and ruffled Peter’s hair. “I’m feeling like we’re about to get trapped in a Stooges bit and I personally would rather we find that pizza joint Tony is insisting is on this street. I’m starving.”

Tony finally let go of Peter to throw his hands up in frustration, “Seriously, Happy! A guy gets turned around one time and suddenly everyone thinks you can’t find your way out of a box. Ridiculous!”

Peter smiled at the dramatics. This felt right— like the world was resetting itself and—

“Oof.” The skateboarder knocked Peter’s arm, but corrected his own stance before he could fall and carried on down the sidewalk. “Sorry ‘bout that!” He called back over his shoulder and disappeared into the crowd—

—Leaving Peter to deal with the consequences of his carelessness.

“You’re okay, buddy. You’re okay,” Tony reassured him where they stood while Happy grumbled in the background about kids and no respect for others.

And Peter was going to work his way through. He could do this... he’d felt glimmers of absolute normal in the past weeks and days, but this? Taking a walk with his pseudo-dad and new uncle had felt about as close to perfect as he could imagine. He couldn’t—no. He wouldn’t allow this to be taken away because of some yahoo with a fear fetish and a chemistry degree—or a skateboarder that got too close.

Peter closed his eyes and drew in a deep, shaky breath.

“That’s it, bambino. That’s it.” Tony soothed. “You’re safe. You’re fine.”

Peter nodded, maybe a little manically, but that was okay. They understood.

He inhaled again, a little steadier.

“Good job, sweet boy.” Tony sounded a little closer. “Are you okay with my giving you hug?”

Nothing had ever sounded so good, so Peter’s nod was a little more desperate as he opened his eyes and lunged into Tony’s arms. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry...” he couldn’t help himself. He was so tired of the lows, and then lower lows. He needed to be done with this. “Can we do something? Anything? Please?” Peter practically pleaded.

“Of course, we can, Pete. Anything you want—just say the word.”

Happy cleared his throat then.

“Okay, maybe not anything. Uncle Grumpy Pants over there may have some input of a security persuasion regarding certain suggestions...” Tony sighed. “Honestly, he’s a bit of a buzz kill, Pete.”

Peter couldn’t hold in the snort-laugh. “Nah, he’s just being responsible. Someone has to be, right?”

Then Happy was behind him, placing a warm, solid hand on his shoulder, too, even as he sought refuge with Tony. “Well then, maybe I do have some influence on the kid after all?”

Peter laughed again and pressed into Tony’s chest a little more before taking one last deep breath and stepping away. “Man, I’m such a mess.” He wiped his face clear of the tears he hadn’t even noticed falling until now. “I’m so sorry, guys. I can’t even—”

“Nope. You can stop whatever you think you have to be saying, bud. We get it. We know. Just—” Tony looked lost for a second, then asked, “Tell us what you need?”

“I—I, uh, I’m not sure?” And then it hit him. Maybe it was the fresh air, the change of scenery, or his newfound resolve, but for the first time in what felt like forever, Peter wanted to do something silly and there was only one person to ask. He turned to face Tony, “What did you do for fun when you were living on campus?”

If that hadn’t come out of left field—Tony blank-screened for a hot minute as his brain flashed to the drugs and the booze and the all of the nameless, faceless partners, but that was a different life, and Peter would never— “I, um, well—” How could he answer Peter truthfully and not have it change how he felt about him?

“Why don’t we talk about it over lunch, huh?” Happy, seeing the panic on his friend’s face, interrupted Tony’s weak attempt at a response. “Towns like this always have brochures and the like scattered all over the place—and if we can ever find it, I’m sure that Tony’s pizza place will have ‘em, too.”

Tony plastered on his ‘media’ grin, and followed the breadcrumb trail Happy had left for him. “Oh ye of little faith,” He pulled Peter back under his arm and they were on their way again, “Have I told you about the tomato sauce on this pizza, kid? Just wait till we get there... it’s magical, I tell ya’. Magical.”

/-/-/

The greatest benefit to trying to make plans over lunch with a seventeen year old boy with a super-metabolism was that seventy-five percent of the meal was spent with him shovelling his face with pizza and wings while everyone else just stared in awe.

“Are you sure you can breathe there, Pete?” Happy had to double check.

Peter nodded back happily as he swallowed. “Maybe the cure for that dumb gas was this pizza!” he said, then, “Tony, you were right! I think this is the best pizza I’ve ever had!”

“I’m tellin’ ya,’ kid. New York, Chicago, Boston—it doesn’t matter where you are, if a pizzeria has a good family recipe and good ingredients? You’re golden.”

“Agreed,” Happy chimed in. “I’ll give it to ya,’ Tony. This is definitely a top three contender.”

“Yes!” Tony fist pumped. “I’ve been redeemed.” He tossed his wadded up straw wrapper at Peter, then figure there was no point in delaying the inevitable, and grew serious. “Hey, Pete. I’ve gotta say, I’ve been sitting here pondering my ill-gotten youth and I’m afraid I can’t think of anything we’d be able to do now that I did then that wouldn’t get me arrested—or worse, you expelled from MIT before you’ve even started.” He cleared his throat. “But, uh, I’d love it if we could start some of our traditions—like maybe eating here whenever I’m in town for a lecture... or whatever?” He scratched at his beard nervously, waiting for Peter’s reply.

Happy, however, caught the little asterisk in his tone. “Hang on a sec? Or whatever?”

Tony’s cheeks pinked up, “Yeah. Like picking him up for holidays or,” Tony’s voice got quieter, “Or when I miss my favourite teenager-slash-young adult.”

“Awww, Tony! That’s so sweet!” Peter cooed.

And THERE was the grin the everyone had been missing for the last months. Tony could have wept with relief.

“Well,” Tony fussed with the dirty napkins on his plate, “It’s not like it’s that far.”

“It’s almost five hours!”

“That’s IF Happy’s driving. It’s only thirty minutes in the suit... if I’m dawdling.”

Happy snorted at the dis-invite. “Nice, Tony. I spend most of my adult life devoted to you, and this is how you repay me.”

Tony rolled his eyes. “What!? You’re busy being all doe-eyed with May!”

“Whoa!” Peter threw his hands up in protest, “Let’s keep Aunt May out of this!”

“Agreed!” Happy exclaimed.

Tony sighed. “Agreed. Regardless, let’s get back to the issue at hand. I’m afraid my sixteen year old self is not going to be much help with planning the next day or two, bud. I’m sorry.” He glanced toward the restaurant entrance, “Happy was right, though. If you wanted to go grab some brochures from the entrance, I can see them there. Maybe we can track down a museum or something?”

Peter just sat there, though, suddenly deep in thought.

“Pete?” Mr. Stark asked hesitantly. Things were going so well.

“Oh, sorry,” he offered, “I just was thinking how sad it is that you missed out on so much when you were my age.” Not that anyone had ever said that out loud to Tony, ever, “I couldn’t imagine not having Ned and MJ with me, and you didn’t get that, is all.”

And Tony’s heart warmed. “Oh, kid. Don’t sweat it. I got my Rhodey eventually, and he definitely helped me to finish strong.”

Peter was not mollified. “I know. It just sucks.”

“Yeah, it does,” Tony had to agree, “but I can never regret a path that ended up with all us of here, now can I?”

“I guess.”

The mood was souring, and they’d had such a great meal. “Hey, why don’t you head over to the brochures and see what you can find? We’ll do your tour tomorrow morning and then hit the ground running after lunch—what do you say?”

Peter still seemed hesitant, but nodded and excused himself from the table, pulling his phone out as he weaved through the tables.

Tony shook his head in disappointment. “I fucked that up royally, didn’t I?”

“Nah, the kid has a good heart, you know that, and you’re like a big ol’ puppy dog. Let’s just head back to the hotel and relax. Then we’ll all be fresh and ready for tomorrow”

Tony pulled his wallet out, tossed cash for the meal and tip onto the table, and stood up. “Yup.” he stared over at Peter, distracted by whatever he was reading. “Tomorrow is going to be great, we’ll make sure of it.”

/-/-/

“... and with those parting words, we, the faculty and staff, are excited for you to be a part of the MIT experience. GO ENGINEERS!”

Peter, Tony, and Happy clapped politely as the final presentation ended then rushed for the door before another professor or administrator could come up to shake Tony’s or Peter’s hand in welcome.

“So,” Tony was the one to break the silence once they cleared the masses. “What do you think? Are you excited? Are you changing your mind? Have you decided to move to commune and take up pottery?”

Peter just grinned and shook his head. “It’s awesome, Tony. I’m excited- not changing my mind- and I was feeling like maybe gardening would be more my speed.”

Maybe Peter was a little subdued this morning, but he still giggled as Tony shoved him playfully, “Alright, smart ass.” Tony said. “Be that way. Now! I know we just had “lunch,” Tony air quoted, “but are you still hungry? We can stop somewhere before we—move on to whatever you’ve decided we’re doing today?”

Peter had stayed quiet after dinner, then focused on something on his phone for an hour or so before finally deciding to call it an early night. Tony had noticed Peter staring at him at a couple of points in the evening, but it made sense for the brief conversation they’d had, he guessed. Or maybe Tony was just being paranoid and Peter was honestly making plans?

“I’m not starving, but we’ll need to stop at Walmart anyhow, so maybe I’ll just check out the deli, too.” Peter announced.

Happy took over there, “Can I ask why?” he asked.

And then the smile Tony was afraid had disappeared came back, “We need snacks!”

Both of the men had, at one time or another, decided that Peter’s only purpose in life was to confuse the hell out of them, and here he was, doing it again.

“Snacks?”

Peter nodded. “Yup. Aunt May gave me some play money, so I’ve got cash in my wallet. I’ll run real quick and then we’re going back to the hotel for a bit, ‘kay?”

No one argued. “Okay,” Happy shrugged. “You’re the boss.”

Tony opened his mouth to playfully disagree, but Happy caught him before he could. “No. I said Peter’s the boss.”

And Tony had to agree, so they all shut up, and walked to their car.

They were going on a snack run.

/-/-/

Happy was fuming by the time they made it back to the car. “I told you to wait in the car! Peter was worried about Pepper, but now I’M worried! What am I going to tell her? I have one job, but I can’t leave you alone for a damned minute! She’s gonna murder me!”

“Shhh. Stop yelling.” Tony whispered back as he lowered himself into his seat while keeping pressure on the fresh wound set at his hairline. “How was I supposed to know that Walmart would try to kill me?”

“Don’t you mean, how were you, a grown ass man, supposed to know that you don’t ride bikes inside of stores like a moron? And then crash into end caps?” Happy leaned in to do up Tony’s seatbelt since his hands were busy. “How have you made it this far? I don’t understand.”

Peter slid into the back, clutching his bags and the heavy duty first aid kit he’d just retrieved from the trunk. “They were really nice about it, at least—and I don’t think anyone got photos?” Peter chewed on his lip guiltily. “And if you’re worried, we were going to stay in at the hotel for the afternoon anyhow. Maybe you’ll be feeling better later and we can do the rest of my plan?”

“Ah, the elusive plan,” Tony said wryly. “At this point, if it can involve extra strength over the counter pain medication and an afternoon of lounging, I’ll do about anything.”

Peter smiled, “It does.”

“Perfect. Then we’re set. To the hotel then, Happy, Daddy needs a new set of stitches.”

/-/-/

Once Happy had gotten everything sanitized and Tony frozen up, the stitches were done fairly quickly. Tony had even managed to take a couple of Tylenol to help with the mild headache. Peter, however, was still fumbling with his laptop and some cables at the back of the hotel room television when the two came into the room proper.

“Oooh, did you set up a secret camera so we can listen in on what May and Pepper really think of us?” Tony joked as he eased himself onto his bed.

“Don’t be weird, Tony,” Happy scolded him.

“Yeah, Tony, don’t be weird,” Peter mumbled in agreement as he finally emerged from behind the electronics, then grew shy as he fussed with a couple of laptop keys and then finally, it all became clear.

But not?

“Ferris Bueller’s Day Off? The big secret was a movie?” Tony had to ask.

Peter flushed as he explained. “No, well, yes... I mean—I was thinking about how sad it was that you didn’t get to do the whole teenager experience after dinner last night and it got me wondering about what exactly you missed...”

“Okay?”

“And then I thought, you were sixteen in 1986, right?”

Tony was getting nervous, “Right?”

“Right!” He was getting excited as explained his thought process. “And then I tried to google, but that ended up with me trapped in Pinterest purgatory for some reason, so I shifted and found that the year you turned sixteen, “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off” was one of the top ten highest grossing movies, and the only ‘high school’ movie that felt appropriate—” Peter hesitated. “So, I thought we could watch it and see what it was like to be my age back then, and see if we could plan something for tonight or tomorrow before we leave to be funny, you know?... if you wanted...”

Tony was speechless.

“... Unless you think it’s dumb.”

Tony just stared. This kid—they’d been so worried about him, and here he was—

Happy, of course, recognized that look. Even after years with (and without) the kid, Tony still had those moments when he couldn’t believe his luck—couldnt’ begin to process it in a way that made sense to him.

Sometimes Happy really hated Howard Stark.

And so Happy spoke up, “Let’s give him a minute, ‘kay?” He walked over to the bags of junk food and—a rotisserie chicken? Happy just shook his head and started unpacking. “We’ll get these snacks organized. Getting the bags cheddar popcorn was a great idea, by the way. I’m telling you, Peter. There’s a special place in hell for people who microwave popcorn in hotels and staff rooms, kid. That’s a life lesson for you right there. Got it?”

“Got it.”

Once done, Happy glanced over to Tony, still pale, but that could have been the shock of surprise, but still, “I’m pretty sure Tony doesn’t have a concussion, but give me a sec to get something pulled together before we start. I haven’t seen this movie in ages and would hate to have to pause it to change sheets or something.”

They both shuddered.

“I’m not concussed,” Tony suddenly spoke up, “Just had to take a quick brain break, but I’m back. And, believe it or not, I’ve never seen this movie at all.”

Peter’s shoulders slumped in relief. “Awesome. This’ll be fun then, right?”

“Right,” Tony declared, “Now hand over my milk duds, bud. I am totally not sharing.”

/-/-/

The ride home the next afternoon was pretty uneventful. Granted, Happy did make a point of getting them home in four hours twelve minutes, thank you very much.

By morning, Tony’s headache had dissipated and the bruising wasn’t too bad—and he’d managed to not puke the night before.

And, after a couple of calls from their PR guys to clarify the events of the day previous, Pepper wasn’t nearly as upset as Peter worried she’d be about Tony getting caught on camera... at least not with him.

“Honestly, Peter. This is nothing compared to the early 2000s.” She explained as her voice came through the car’s audio system. “I’ll take this gladly and call it a win.”

Peter breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe the last dregs of that toxin were finally out of his system?

“But, sweetheart? Tony? Happy? While I have you all on the phone...”

“Yes?” They all seemed to reply in unison.

“Would you happen to know why I’ve been getting all these restaurant reservation confirmations for a—hang on. I wrote it down somewhere—” The papers shuffled on her desk. “Oh. Here it is, for an Abe Froman?”

There was no way to pretend that all three of the men hadn't busted out laughing as they drove along the highway.

“Boys? What did you do?” Pepper’s confusion made it all the better, “And who the heck is Abe Froman?”

#Sicktember 2024 #Day Twenty-eight: Pulling a 'Ferris Bueller'#MCU #Aftermath of fear toxin #oops! Gotham reference for kicks #Hurt/Comfort #Fluff #MIT Peter Parker #Irondad & Spiderson #Uncle Happy Hogan

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mediocre-daydreams · 3 years ago

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pov: your camera roll if you were dating bucky barnes

when bucky first returned from wakanda, he was overwhelmed by the food options. you took him to get pizza, claiming "everyone likes pizza!" from then on, he proclaimed it his favorite food. (not that it had anything to do with the fact that he got to spend more time with you everytime you'd tag along to get a slice.)

natasha had dragged you and yelena out for a girl's night at a vineyard, where the three of you took advantage of stark's black card and got absolutely smashed. you'd called bucky to pick the three of you up, and he'd tried to take a picture of you, laughing at how carefree and adorable you looked while drunk. unfortunately, he'd flipped the camera to selfie mode.

you'd asked bucky why he only took his coffee black. he revealed that it wasn't because of a preference, but because he'd never had coffee any other way. scandalized, you dragged him to a café the next day and caught a picture of him mid-laugh as he marveled at the latte art on the drink you'd ordered him.

bucky never attended any of tony's parties, claiming there was no reason to since he couldn't get drunk. once he met you, though, he "suddenly" became quite the party animal. that night, thor had brought asgardian liquor and bucky went a bit overboard. you and sam got a kick out of an inebriated bucky shamelessly showering you in compliments and clinging onto you all night like a lost puppy.

bucky was exhausted after a long meeting with senator ross, where he was belittled and passive-aggressively patronized the entire time. he was ready to sulk in silence; instead, you cut him some fruit and brushed his hair, whispering sweet things to him until he fell asleep. that was when he realized he loved you.

maybe it wasn't the smartest idea to ask tony if you could fly in one of his suits. so what? it's not like you broke any bones. bucky could never find it in himself to be mad at you, but he did grumble the entire time he carried you to dr. cho's office, insisting that you shouldn't be walking on a sprained ankle. (once cho cleared you, bucky administered his own medicine: kisses to make the boo boos go away.)

you'd never listened to sam and wanda every time they told you how bucky looked at you with the stupidest lovesick eyes, like he was worshipping a deity. it was only until you captured the look on camera that you believed it. that was the moment you realized how far you'd fallen in love with him.

you and bucky had gone on a double date to coney island with sam and his girlfriend. maybe it was the cotton candy sugar crash or simply a sleepy delirium, but on the way back to the tower, you caught a rare picture of bucky, completely relaxed and laughing unrestrained. you blamed it on the leftover excitement from the day, but steve had told you that ever since you entered bucky's life, he'd never seen his friend happier.

after returning from a long mission, all bucky wanted to do was take a long bath with you and use the new pink bath bombs you'd bought him. instead, he was dragged to a debriefing meeting where he'd sat at the table all broody and grumpy. he glared at you, thinking it was sam coming to bother him again, but when i saw it was you, he peppered your face in kisses until tony had called it disgusting and kicked the two of you out. bucky was more than willing to oblige.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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ceilingfan5 · 3 years ago

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🛒blupped jeans!

“So we’re, you know, two grown adult scientists,” Barry says, staring into the refrigerator. He could easily make a list of the things that are inside. It would not be a long list. “You’re even a really good cook.”

“Ya-huh,” Lup says, not looking up from the delicate Jenga-fication of the shit making their dining room table unusable. They’ve had three living room floor picnics in a row. Honestly it’s been nice to have dinner with her so…consecutively. “What’s the flattery for?” She slips with one of their bills, and the whole tower comes down, squashing a brown bag that might or might not have some kind of specimen in it. “Balls.”

“Not balls, no, not that I’m opposed,” Barry says thoughtfully, squatting, like maybe his perspective on the empty fridge is the problem.

Itemized list:

Pickles

Mustard

Kimchi that might be super, super expired, like chew through tires expired

Four kinds of energy drinks (should he list those separately? What kind of taxonomy is he working with here?)

One slice of ham

Limp zucchini, singular

The freezer is not much of an improvement:

Freezer burnt Ben and Jerry’s

Frozen meal Lup won’t eat (x4)

Slice of wedding cake (what’s the tradition supposed to be? Barry can’t remember and he’s too afraid to ask)

Shredded cheese

“We could make…ham…chos. Ham nachos. For one.”

“It’s bad, isn’t it?” Lup winces, looking up from her playful disaster mess. “Like, bad bad?”

“Well, we still have… mustard…zucchini…bull. It gives you wings, but you’ll regret it.”

She laughs, and walks over to wraps her arms around his middle. She peers over his shoulder and sighs. “It’s time, isn’t it?”

He nods gravely.

It’s Saturday, and the grocery store parking lot is packed, and both of them can smell impending doom like a tragedy at the comically large vat of acid factory.

“We can do this,” Lup says. “Definitely,” Barry agrees. “We’ve got like, 5 degrees between us.”

“Five and three quarters.”

“We even have a list this time. And it doesn’t just say ‘Food’.”

“In and out. Just, just enough for two weeks of meals. We don’t have to feed an army. And we only need a few treats.”

“Minimal, reasonable amount of treats,” Barry echoes.

“We’re hot and smart and in love and this Safe-Way cannot defeat us.”

It’s one hell of a rallying cry, but does Lup immediately take the cart on a joy ride when they get inside? Of course. Does Barry overanalyze the produce to the point of overwhelm? If lottery tickets were that predictable, you could call them billionaires. Do they get three kinds of chips? Well, Barry mentioned nachos. It was unavoidable.

Sure, by the time they get to the checkout, they know they’ve done a disaster problem. And they’re going to hurt for it. But also, they’re winded and red in the face from laughing and kissing between the aisles, and they’ve held hands to the point of the cart crashing into shelves at least three times, and Lup didn’t panic about food security and Barry didn’t wimp out and order pizza for the umpteenth time and they can afford it, and everything is okay. Good, even.

“Every little moment with you is a sweet adventure,” he murmurs, kissing her hand. He’s still holding it tight.

“Gross,” Lup says, after giggling so hard she snorted, red and freckled as a strawberry. “What are you, in love with me or something?”

“Yeah,” Barry says. “Bag our fifteen kinds of chips so we can leave this beastly den of fluorescent lights.”

#blupjeans #blupjeans fic #taz #tazb #taz balance #the adventure zone #the adventure zone balance #fan5fics #thanks!#lup adventure zone #lup adventurezone #lup taaco #barry bluejeans

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no-gorms · 3 years ago

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Prompt if you want: The ways Tony have accidentally, obliviously, made Steve’s day

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Steve comes back to the Tower late from a meeting with Fury, when all the other Avengers have already plowed their way through a pizza dinner. There seems to plenty left for him, but before Steve can pick through the slices Tony pushes a box across the table at him all, "You like sausage and olives, right? Or do you hate it? Always get that mixed up, anyway if it's the second one don't yell at me", and even if wasn't the second one Steve would not have yelled at him, because he's too busy being surprised.

Post-mission and with medium injuries, Tony tries to sneak out from observation for a quick check of something in the lab, just a quick check, nothing strenuous, he promises! But after chatting up a storm in wheedling his way to get past Cho, he sees Steve in the corridor, sighs, and quietly goes back to medical. Steve didn't even have to glower at him!

There's a journalist in the Tower for individual and group interviews, and normally they'd all be more on guard but said journalist is a friend of Natasha's that's here because they need to get back some control over their public narrative. It's mostly policy questions intersperse with light banter, nothing too prying, and Steve happens to the on the floor when she's talking to Tony in the living area, and Steve happens to hear her asks Tony who in his opinion is the most good-looking Avenger and Tony immediately answers, "Me, obviously. Oh, I can't pick me? Steve, then." Steve's not supposed to have heard this, and it didn't make the final article, but he remembers.

Steve is reading in the common area when Tony appears and throws himself into the sofa, sighing dramatically. Steve asks if anything's the matter and Tony mumbles about not being in the mood for Steve's being judgemental at him, and Steve sighs, which somehow prompts Tony into a story about how he thinks he made a mistake with some of SI's research staff and has been second-guessing how to make it right. Steve puts his book down and they end up talking for like an hour? About the kinds of power they have over people and the expectations people place on them, and it goes into various tangents but Tony definitely relaxes as the convo goes on and seems to get what he needs, that he leaves looking confident and determined. It's only afterward that Steve realizes that Tony could have asked anyone else for advice -- Bruce is in the Tower, as is Natasha, but Tony definitely only came to him. Huh.

THEN there's the time when Tony's in the workshop brainstorming about an enemy that got away from them, and he apparently gets a EUREKA moment and comes storming down to the common area to yell at everyone about THIS THING that he has DISCOVERED and it's a long, passionate, sleep-deprived monologue, but mainly the issue is that Tony's giving said monologue while wearing a grimy workshop tank top with uhhhh GUNS OUT and WILD HAIR and Steve really does try his best to pay attention to what Tony's saying, but mainly it's a good thing that Natasha's around to ask the important questions for him.

#not really a fic but it is a thing!#scaramouche answers asks #anonymous #superhusbands

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hale-13 · 4 years ago

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Conditioned

By Hale13

For the Summer of Whump Day 16 - Touch Starved

“Can I take a shower?” Peter blurted out, shifting uncomfortably. He felt gross from the dried sweat and the bloody residue that was left on his scalp and around his hair line felt the intense need to get cleaned - broken arm be damned.

Words: 2084, Chapters: 1/1 (Complete), Language: English

Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies)

Rating: Gen

Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Helen Cho

TW: Literally None - Just Fluff

Read on AO3 or below the line break.

“Well Peter, I see no reason why you should have to stay here any longer as long as you promise to actually rest and allow yourself to heal,” Helen said firmly but with a smile toward him and Peter nearly sagged with obvious relief.

“Oh thank god,” he said he’d, already struggling in his attempts to climb out of the MedBay bed he had been sentenced to since the day before with some help from Tony. He flinched a little as he tweaked his sore arms, moving the wrong way, but trying to keep his muscles as relaxed as possible to prevent any further damage. His recovery is going to be annoying enough as it is without making it worse.

In his most recent fight against the Shocker the night before, he had caught a direct hit on his right arm which had successfully and cleaning broken his radius and ulna in two. In his haste to get away and then catch himself on a poorly shot strand of webbing he had dislocated his left shoulder. The pain had been so stunning he had barely been able to finish webbing up Shocker and get away before the police showed up.

It probably didn’t do much to help the injuries when he had swung back to the Tower but he had been numb and delirious by that point so he probably wasn’t really thinking straight. He does remember Tony not being super impressed with him when he nearly passed out as soon as he landed.

“I’m serious about resting,” Dr. Cho warned him as she helped him settle his, still sore and recently reduced, arm into a sling. “You need to take it easy for at least another few days or you’ll risk re-injury and possibly surgery.”

“Oh that shouldn’t be a problem,” Tony said breezily. “I have no problem cuffing him to a bed if I have to.”

“Mr. Stark,” Peter whined, trying to stand and balance without using either of his arms – it was much harder than he thought it would be – and already trying to edge toward the door. Tony just quirked up an eyebrow at him.

“Your aunt, definitely against her better judgement and with an amazing amount of misplaced trust, is letting you stay here with me so you don’t get into any more trouble during your convalescence so if you could just work with me for a couple of days here that would be much appreciated,” he told Peter very pointedly with a final wave at Helen as he herded Peter toward the elevator at the end of the hall.

Peter just rolled his eyes at his mentors dramatics but allowed himself to be directed – to tell the absolute truth, his arms still hurt pretty badly and he wasn’t really looking forward to his oral painkillers (that made him sleepy and emotional) and his anti-inflammatories (that made him into a right bastard if he was being honest) and trying to convince Tony that he didn’t need either. He wasn’t super confident about his success rate with that. “Can I take a shower?” He blurted out, shifting uncomfortably. He felt gross from the dried sweat and the bloody residue that was left on his scalp and around his hair line.

“You know that you can’t get your cast wet,” Tony reminded him holding up a hand when Peter opened his mouth to interrupt. “I mean, I suppose I can wrap it in a bag or something if you really want to shower that bad.”

“Yes please,” Peter eagerly agreed. Ever since the Bite all of his senses had been more sensitive but none more so than his sense of smell and he wasn’t a particularly big fan of the fact that he could currently smell himself. It made his skin crawl and was completely disgusting.

“Alright then,” Tony nodded. “Shower first and then a movie marathon slash prescribed nap directly after. Do we have a deal then Mr. Parker?”

“Only if we can get pizza for dinner later,” Peter bartered as the elevator opened up on Tony’s floor of the compound. “With pineapple this time,” he continued with a wrinkled nose, “the olives you got last time were disgusting!”

“You have astonishingly terrible taste but yes fine. Pizza later.” Tony nodded, herding both of them into the kitchen with a single-minded determination. The Wal-Mart and cling wrap cast protection apparatus Mr. Stark rigged together left a fair amount to be desired in the looks department but was completely functional when it came to water-proofing which was good enough for Peter.

It took some skill to slip away from his mentor but Peter was soon slipping into his room, struggling to get out of the sling on his own and finally succeeding. It made him wince from the extra pain it caused but it didn’t overshadow the relief of doing it on his own. He knew his limits from previous dislocations and knew that it was crucial to not overdue it while the joint was healing or he risked the chance of re-injury and, as Dr. Cho had reminded him earlier, surgery.

With a grimace, Peter rested that arm across his stomach and used his bagged up right arm to pull his shirt over his head. He was barely able to manage it when it pulled at his sore muscles and broken bones. Maybe he should use a button down or zippered hoodie instead.

Thanks to FRIDAY (bless her seriously), the water of his shower was already running and warmed up to his preferred setting of skin melting and he was quick to turn his back into the spray and luxuriate under it for an extended time. The high pressured water felt amazing on his back and shoulders, loosening up the knots and clenched muscles and providing relief.

“You doing okay in there kid? You drown yet?” Tony asked, knocking on the door and indiscernible amount of time later and knocking Peter out of his stupor.

“I’m good!” Peter called back, hurriedly reaching out for his body wash and cloth painfully and cleaning himself up to the best of his – limited – ability. By the time he was ready to wash his hair and hairline he felt exhausted and achy despite the excellent water pressure and all the good work it and the heat had done to relieve the pain in his shoulder and back. “Fuck,” he cursed, trying to lift his arm above chest level and spectacularly failing, finding himself unable to without making his muscles seize.

Peter was pretty bendy due to his powers so he attempted a couple different contortions to reach his head before just flat out giving up, turning off the water and taking his towel off the heated towel rack installed in the bathroom (rich people – seriously). It took longer than Peter cared to admit, but he was able to dry and dress himself in sweats and a zippered hoodie. He was even able to shuck the bag off his cast with little struggle so he was feeling pretty decent when he ventured into the living room with his hair sopping wet and dripping onto his shoulders since he wasn’t able to adequately dry it. Whatever. It would dry on its own eventually.

“And what’s all this supposed to be?” Tony asked, glancing up from his phone and wrinkling his nose but not moving from where he was leaned against the counter in the kitchen. “Why are you dripping all over my floor?”

Peter fought off a blush and tried to hunch his shoulders, stopping when it hurt. “I couldn’t reach up to get my hair,” he grumbled, failing to completely push down his blush.

“I guess that explains all the blood still caked in there,” Tony hummed, leaning over to move the dampened curls around to look at the blood still matting some of his hair together and crusting up around his scalp. “Well that’s pretty easily remedied. Welcome to the salon Underoos,” Tony said, pulling over one of the barstools and setting it in front of the kitchen sink, gesturing for Peter to sit.

“Uh… what?” Peter questioned, brows furrowing in confusion.

“I’ll wash your hair for you,” Tony clarified, looking pointedly between Peter and the stool again. “Just sit down while I go and grab some things!” And, with that, he took off in the direction of the bedrooms and associated en suites.

Peter, still pretty confused but (mostly) trusting his mentor, sat down unsteadily on the stool just as Tony came back around the corner with an armful of towels, shampoo and conditioner bottles along with a wide-toothed comb and an expensive looking hair dryer. He triumphantly arranged everything on the counter next to the deep sink and wrapped one of the towels around Peter’s neck. “Lean back buddy,” Tony said, using a finger to push on the center of Peter’s forehead until he gave in and let himself be pushed back to lean back with his head in the sink.

Doing his best to ignore the weirdness of it all (weirdness was pretty common around Tony Stark after all), Peter closed his eyes and crossed his arms across his stomach as the water turned on. He tensed up a little when he felt fingers start dragging through his hair but was quick to relax and release the tension in his body under the careful massage of his mentor’s hands through his hair and the warm water cascading across his scalp. He let out a little hum of contentment.

Tony let out a soft chuckle, squirting a healthy dollop of the shampoo into his hands and lathering it up before applying it to Peter’s hair, working through the snarls and tangles with care and scrubbing the leftover blood out of the curls. Peter went nearly boneless under his ministrations and Tony would definitely be lying if he said he didn’t milk the washing and conditioning portion at least a little bit. He knew that Peter had to be feeling pretty miserable and it settled something buried deep inside him to provide just a little extra comfort.

All too soon, though, he had rinsed out the last of the conditioner leaving Peter’s hair clean and dripping as he turned off the water. Peter made no move to get up or to open his eyes, breathing deeply and seemingly on the very verge of sleep, so Tony grabbed one of the towels and started to wring the extra water out of the kid’s hair, running the towel through it cautiously. “Just need you to sit up for a second here kiddo okay? Then you can nap, scout’s honor.”

Peter grunted and grumbled but did slit his eyes open and let Tony help him sit up, swaying back and forth and little on the stool and Tony ran the towel through his hair a couple more times to really get rid of the water as much as possible. He dropped the towel on the counter in exchange for the comb and the hair dryer. He ran the comb through the mess a few times before starting the hair dryer up. Peter practically melted as the warmed air fluffed up his curls. It didn’t take long to dry at all and, by the time he was done, Peter was listing forward nearly into Tony’s chest.

“Couch or bed buddy?” Tony asked with a fond smile, running his hands through Peter’s warmed and clean hair.

“Couch,” Peter muttered, leaning into his petting and making Tony’s chest warm up. This kid… god. He ended up supporting most of Peter’s weight but was able to quickly get him lying face down on the supple cushions with his head pillowed on one of the throw pillows resting on Tony’s lap, the ratty fleece blanket Tony kept draped over they back of the couch draped over him and a heating pad resting across his healing shoulder.

“Let’s start a Star Wars marathon FRI. Volume at thirty percent,” FRIDAY was quiet as she dimmed the lights and started the movie, the familiar logo and music making Peter relax even further into the couch, completely gone. As the opening theme ended and the camera panned to the shots of Leia’s ship, he felt Mr. Stark’s hand rest on his back, digging into the knotted muscles of his back.

It maybe wasn’t ideal to mess up his arms so much but, Peter thought, he couldn’t think of a better way to spend his recovery.

#summerofwhump #summerofwhump16 #Prompt: Touch Starved #irondad #spider man #Summer of Whump 2021

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dragonrajafanfiction · 4 years ago

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Yamata-No-Orochi: (Part 4) Erii

ITT: The Mic Drop Heard Round the World.

The sun woke you. Bright light shone through the windows, forming a halo around the curtains and projecting the shape of raindrops from the window onto the carpet. Mingfei had left shortly before you fell asleep of exhaustion and grief.

You’d fought hard and rebelled against the world, but this last rebellion had taken you too far. Z raised, saved, and safeguarded you. But you refused to play his love game, and that was all it took to discard you. Caesar had been at your side, encouraging you to live all this time. But now that the clouds had gathered, and the darkness of the world surrounded you, he realized that, like Chance, life was not in the cards for you. And Chu Zihang? Well, he always was a sword at your throat.

Once again the world was laughing, mocking you with its silent game of keep away. Love? Syke! Happiness? Syke! Companionship? Syke!

You hated this world. Mingfei went to Erii’s room with the Desert Eagle. What was stopping you from planting your mind in the ground and tilting Tokyo into a rift in the Earth, like it was the undersea Takamagahara? To watch its towers topple, and its buildings burn would be a fitting end to a Godzilla movie.

The hotel phone rang, insanely loud. You reached over and picked it up. “Pizza Hut,” you mumble.

Lu Mingfei stammered for a moment. Then he laughed. “Hey. You, me, Erii road trip. Right now. I left some clothes for you.”

His voice over the phone, it sounded like Z’s. You are silent, mind completely inert, spirit aching. “Sure whatever.” You hang up.

You shower and pull a comb through your hair three times, leaving it to fall over your shoulders. You don't bother with jewelry or make up. He left you a pair of skin tight jeans and a shirt that said Wild Thing across the front. White ankle socks and blue low rise canvas sneakers go over your feet.

The phone rings again. Mingfei sounded breathless. “Come now! We have to go!”

You hang up the phone and dash outside. Mingfei is waiting for you in a cherry red porsche. Erii waves with bright enthusiasm from the passenger side as he gets out and folds the seat down so you can get in the back. “Erii this is my friend, MC, She’s sick like you.”

You startle. Mingfei just went out and said it. You hold out your hand and she takes it, examining your fingers with her dark red eyes. You were lighter skinned, but this girl was near transparent. She scribbled on a notepad. “Nice to meet you. You are very pretty.”

“Guys buckle up!”

Your seatbelt had just clicked when Mingfei down shifted and floored it. The engine let out a mighty growl and the car took off like a rocket down the street. But Mingfei was relaxed, with an impish, ‘catch me if you can’ sort of look. Something in your chest stirred awake.

Erii held up her notebook. “Sakura is the best, right?”

Her smile was so sly, not something you expected to see. “Oh yeah, he's awesome!”

Her nod was sassy, like, Damn Straight.

You look at him again. He was smiling like he was angry. He was acting recklessly. The buildings were a blur outside the windows. The car rumbled like a beast underneath you as the accelerator didn't let up. You weave through traffic like lightning and soon the police are tailing you with flashing lights.

If you thought you were going fast before you were mistaken. The car dug deeper, and it felt like you floated over the road. The police car faded into the distance, unable to keep up.

He pulls into a service station and pays the attendant way too much cash. “Where are we going?” You ask.

“It's a surprise!”

“Does MC like gum?” Erii held out a piece and you helped yourself.

You lean forward. Erii was covered head to toe in clothing, despite the good weather.

“MC said that Erii is not stupid, that Erii is smart. MC was right, you knew a lot about yourself. But MC was sad so I wanted to take her too.” Lu Mingfei was saying. “Because she cares for Erii and understands her.”

Erii looks at you for a moment. Then she wrote in her notepad, “Cheer up. Sakura is very lucky. Thank you for caring about me.”

Her expression was so earnest and happy. Did she really understand herself? You hold out your hands for the notebook and pen. You write, “I'm too sick so my friends are scared of me.”

She takes one look at the notepad and her eyes widen. She snatches it back and writes, “Erii is not scared, Erii will be your friend.”

“Please be my friend.” You say softly.

Erii reaches out and seizes your arm. Her face is serious and she nods. When you stop at the supermarket, she drags you along, purchasing snacks and a gigantic stuffed teddy bear. Erii was not interested in herself. She wanted to cheer you up! She understood beyond words the lifelong loneliness, the constant rejection, and growing up in a world that feared you. She forcefully shoves the teddy bear into your hands. And pulls you along. It's so big you can't see around it.

Her image blurs with that of Renata. If Renata had a chance to grow up, she would be this bold.

The bear is so tall it folds against the low ceiling of the porsche. You squeeze in next to it.

“MC is from Siberia. Where she is from, the sun doesn't set in Summer. And in Winter, it doesn't rise and lights dance in the sky.” Mingfei says as you take off again.

Erii swivels in a full body, “What?!” expression and you laugh. “It is true. It's exactly like that.”

“That is AWESOME!” She turns the notepad to you and then writes, “I want to visit your home!”

You recall your promise to Caesar to go dog sledding and feel a pang of regret. But your mind has already replaced Caesar on the dogsled and put Erii there. “Let’s go dogsledding!”

She looks confused.

“Here give me your notebook.” You draw a sketch of a dog sled pulled by a team of panting dogs.

If Erii’s eyes got any bigger they would fill her face. She wrote, “IS THERE SANTA IS HE THERE”

“I… no Santas not there, but we can pretend to be Santa.”

“MC is awesome!”

Before dusk, Lu Mingfei and you two ladies arrived in the town at the southwest end of Shikoku, which is more than four hundred kilometers from Tokyo. The Porsche sports car ran for a full four hours. The whole time Erii peppered you with questions about life in Siberia while Mingfei drove. She had the impression of a magical frostland full of sky and sea. Her sparkling impression was free of brutal reality. For four hours you spoke only of the beauty and wonder of the north. Erii’s notebook is filled with sketches of white quail, snow geese, cute arctic foxes, bears, seals, and whales.

The open-air parking lot was empty. Lu Mingfei found a parking space to park the car, and opened the door to hear the tide. You could not see the sea. A large hill stood between you and the ocean. The waves sounded like reverberating between the sky and the earth.

"The sea?" Erii wrote to Lu Mingfei, with excitement in her eyes.

Lu Mingfei nodded his head as an answer.

Ah the ocean… maybe four hours ago you might have been upset to meet up with the water. Now you just laugh.

Erii looks at you curiously.

“Did you know I got to ride dolphins?”

Erii practically staggers.

“If you're lost in the ocean, sometimes dolphins will rescue you.” You hook her arm in yours. “They're big and strong and won't let you drown.”

“MC knows so much.”

“Erii knows a lot about Erii’s world. I know a lot about mine.”

Erii nods and smiles.

Lu Mingfei pulled out the compass, opened the long-prepared map, and took you to the town not far away. The sign in front of the town reads Umezuji-cho. At this time of the year, the streets of Tokyo must be bustling with people, but in this small seaside town, there are no people on the streets, only a group of elementary school students in school uniforms passing by.

Mingfei seemed to be in a rush, but Erii dallied with you, asking questions and marveling at the tofu shop, or the batik store. More than once, Mingfei had to come back and usher you forward. He clearly had some sort of plan in mind.

You find out that he hurried was so you could catch the last mountain tram, which was built next to the town's shrine and had a 45-degree angle track that made a staccato sound as you climbed.

On both sides of the track there are dense trees. These trees cover the track like thick clouds, and it is as if you are walking through a tunnel of ever-changing colors, a tunnel made purely of foliage and flowers.

Both you and Erii are stunned with wonder. You did not have such dense forests like this growing up. The air is full of birdsong and frogs and early season cicadas. You feel someone take your hand. Erii points to your face. A bright tear shone there like a pearl. You didn't know you had shed it.

"Sakura is not Japanese, right? How do you know such a beautiful place?" Erii wrote in her little notebook.

"I saw a drama made in Japan. This is a very famous scene from that drama. I saw that drama a long time ago."

"What was the name of that TV series?"

"Tokyo Love Story." Lu Mingfei wrote one stroke at a time.

"I liked that Japanese drama so much that I searched the Internet for all kinds of information about Ehime Prefecture, and finally learned that the ending scene was filmed in Umezuji Town, and that the school and the separate stations in the drama were real. I had always dreamed of traveling to Umetsuji-cho and had done a lot of homework.”

You and Mingfei did not really know each other. You did not think he was this level of a romantic so you didn’t understand why Caesar would want to pair you two. Now it made a lot more sense.

Lu Mingfei took out a handkerchief and blindfolded Erii: "You will see a beautiful view when you untie the handkerchief later."

When he handed one to you, your jaw drops. “I can’t believe you.”

He doesn’t say anything, just ties your eyes. You feel his hand close around yours. You can’t see Erii’s expression. “Erii, I’m so excited. This is fantastic!”

You’re smiling, you can’t stop. The memories of the events of the days before roared like angry hordes of monsters in your mind, but Mingfei and Erii have shut the gates on them. His warm hand in yours, the rhythm of the sun's rays between the trees, the crunch of your footfalls on the trail, the constant sound of birds. It was all so soothing.

You walk the decades old mountain mining path, a road with uneven stone patchwork. At the end of the road is a long closed mine. In order to commemorate the mine that raised the town, the residents of Umezuji Town donated money to build a wooden temple-style building over the entrance and exit of the mine. Each rafter is hung with carp flags for prayers, and various porcelain dolls are placed under the eaves. This is a local custom. If the town's family gave birth to a boy, they would come here to hang a carp flag, and if it is a girl will put a porcelain doll.

“It's exactly the same as the Internet says." Lu Mingfei said.

The tracks of the mine car had long been rusted, and weeds grew among the sleepers. You followed the track to the edge of the cliff, and Lu Mingfei helped you to climb a rock that protruded from the cliff.

He pressed his hands on you and Erii’s shoulders and said, "Now you can take off the blindfold."

You untied your handkerchief.

The sunset blooms full in your vision. The huge sun disc had touched the sea. Ten of millions of tons of seawater slowly swirled beneath your feet. The tide broke into white splashes under the black cliffs. The wind blew endless hectares of forest. The evening woods also look like the sea from a distance, a pale red sea, with thousands of treetops swaying with the wind, forming cascading waves.

Small towns are distributed along the winding coastline, Lu Mingfei names of them one by one -- below the cliff is the town of Umezuji, a little farther away is the town of Yamamae, Tsukishita Castle Town and Matsuron Town, and further is beyond his knowledge.

The town's small school was already empty, and the silent playground was empty.

The Ferris wheel spins slowly but does not carry passengers. The Ferris wheel in Umezuji Town is only a miniature version, but it is magnified in the sunset, its huge shadow cast on the undulating sea of trees.

On the track facing the sea, the yellow slow train rumbled through the small unoccupied station, which was enclosed by white railings with the signs "Umetsuji X" and "Tokyo X”. You wonder how long it had to wait for a nostalgic and romantic fan like Lu Mingfei. Music starts playing and you can't help but laugh in disbelief.

Lu Mingfei had pressed play on the theme song of Tokyo Love Story. His phone was the latest and the speaker was good. You couldn't believe it. This nerdy little parrot boy and scared raccoon had somehow managed to comfort you completely. Outside the shadows of Caesar and Chu Zihang, he shined bright. Maybe being on a boat with him would be fun.

Erii held up her notebook. “The world is gentle.”

You look at her, expressionless. She was right. The world in its natural state was quiet and peaceful. You’d fallen asleep in violence and awakened in violence and pain. You didn't get to experience the romantic world like this very much. In your mind, you imagine Renata in her patchwork coat, sitting next to you. In your ears, she whispers.

You open your mouth, “Make a wish!”

Mingfei turns to you in surprise but Erii follows along, pressing her palms together. You pray.

Renata. I am coming soon. Sorry it took so long.

You sat under the roof of the mine. Erii kept writing questions. Lu Mingfei answered one by one. This girl seems to have saved up a belly of questions, and now they all came out. Mostly they referenced Anime and Manga you have never heard of. That was Erii’s world, a world of cartoon fantasy. He confirmed or denied that reality, shaping and creating the world anew as you watched her listen intently. Lu Mingfei had taken to heart your words and was upfront and simple, not lying or trying to say things she wanted to hear. You nod in approval, your eyes serious.

The sun gradually sank below the surface of the sea, the last afterglow scattered on the water. Half of the sun and its reflection form a complete circle.

"So this is what the outside world looks like." Erii wrote to Lu Mingfei to see.

"Yeah, that's what it's like, no Britannia Kingdom and no Celestial Organization… disappointed?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"No, not disappointed, like this kind of world, this kind of world is very gentle." Erii used the word gentle once again. You repeated the word in your mind. Gentle. It echoes there. As if without the constant threat of death and adrenaline, there was just empty space.

"I really like this world." As the sun is about to disappear, Erii wrote to Lu Mingfei. "But the world doesn't like me." Erii went on to write.

You stand up and move to the other side of her. You scoot as close as you can and rest your head on her shoulder. She hugged the huge bear and lowered her eyes like a cat that had done something wrong.

"I'll be a problem for everyone and I've been a problem for Sakura." Erii wrote again.

"I was too willful. So I ran away from home."

"I should have gone back a long time ago but it's still a pleasure."

"It's beautiful here, I should have known I should have come here on the first day. Thank you Sakura, MC, thank you.”

You lower your hand over hers as she’s writing.

"No."

Erii froze for a moment.

"No." Lu Mingfei repeated.

Lu Mingfei cocked his head to look at her with a rare serious look: "Don't think you can know what the world is like by coming out to see it. I'm still confused after living in this world for more than twenty years. You've only run out for a few days and you think you understand?"

His eyes look at you too and you’re just as shaken as Erii. But he is right! You never set foot outside the Port of Black Swan and that was 20 years ago. You saw the whole world through that tiny lens and haughtily walked around like you owned the place. You judged others through that same view as well.

"How big the world is depends on how many people you know, and for every person you know, the world gets a little bigger for you. There are many cities in this world. There are Tokyo, Paris, Cairo, London, Istanbul... but many of them are just names to you, you haven't been there and there are no people there you want to visit, so they don't really belong to your world. There are many, many more people in this world, but you don't know them, and they don't belong in your world. There are also lots of good food and fun and nice things in this world, but the world that really belongs to you is actually very small, just the places you've been and eaten and seen the sunset and the friends who will care if you live or die."

"Whether the world likes you or not only depends on whether your friends like you or not. Everyone has a few really good friends. They like you, therefore, the world likes you."

The world… was not Tokyo, or Cassell or Hydra… The world was Renata, Caesar, Chu Zihang, Lu Mingfei, and now Erii. You turn your head back to Tokyo, unseen in the distance. How could you leave…?

“What is a good friend?" Erii wrote in her little notebook.

"It's the kind of friend that's so crazy about that he'll believe in you no matter what, and he'll be with you no matter what.” Lu Mingfei growled low. "If the world really doesn't like you, then the world is my enemy."

The moment these cold and arrogant words came out of his mouth, you seemed to hear a familiar cold laugh coming from behind you. The demon of the sad world sneering with all its mockery.

Together, you and Mingfei both jerked back, but behind you were only cherry blossoms mixed with fallen leaves swirling in a breeze, and there was no sign of Z. Lu Mingfei stared at you with wide eyes and you stared right back. His mouth opened. “MC. You… heard…?”

"Wanted: a good friend."

He turned back to Erii waiting for him with a small book up.

"I am your good friend, and you will have more good friends in the future." You say.

"But as long as we are your good friends, how can we not like you?" He said softly.

She slowly crawled towards Lu Mingfei like a kitten, vigilantly figuring out his look. Lu Mingfei looks petrified and you cover your mouth with one hand while silently cheering, “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

What did he expect? Even your heart was moving and you don’t even like him! Lu Mingfei is sitting here putting Kazama level moves on this girl and now that her arms are around him and her head is on his chest, he looks two seconds away from shitting himself. You ball your fist against your lips and swallow your laughter.

Clouds gathered in the distance and the sun had set, It was time to go. You would have to get up bright and early tomorrow to get on the boat to China. Your heart was relaxed again about Caesar’s decision. After all, he was just doing his best. If you died, you would go to rest. Caesar would be tormented for the rest of his days. He wasn't sending you on the boat to die. He wanted you to live. You still believed the omniscient Z. Leaving Tokyo was a death sentence. But you also believed Caesar had his own parallel script.

It was raining by the time the train came. You stand shoulder to shoulder on the platform. “Call me to wake me up tomorrow.” You say.

Mingfei lowers his head and laughs.

“Oh you’re planning to oversleep? Once again I have to be the mature one.” You roll your eyes.

The train splashes up to the platform and you make sure Erii has her ticket. She sits next to the window and stares outside. Much to your surprise, Mingfei sits you next to her. He gives you a fond smile and passes you a note.

"Dear passengers, this train terminates in Matsuyama City. We are now about to leave Umezuji-cho station. The train is about to close......" A sweet female voice echoed in the carriage.

The doors of the train close.

You open the note in your hand. The words make you squint.

You have to live.

You and Erii gasp at the same time. Mingfei is not on the train. The doors have closed. And he is not on the train!

You leap from your seat and pound on the glass door in front of the smiling Mingfei. “Where am I supposed to go?” You will miss the boat. You won’t go to China.

Your hands slowly slide from the glass. Erii is pressing her notebook urgently against it.

Lu Mingfei tapped on the window, "Someone will pick Erii up when you get to Matsuyama City. MC, find Ruri Kazama.”

"Won't Sakura take me back to Tokyo?" Eriki took the small book and showed it to Lu Mingfei.

"Your family won't like me." Lu Mingfei said.

Erii hugged the furry teddy bear and lowered her head, her long hair like a colored cloak that enveloped both her and the bear.

"Sayonara" said Lu Mingfei.

Erii nodded, finally realizing that this was their parting. The train ride to Tokyo will take several hours, but Lu Mingfei will not accompany her.

Lu Mingfei's face was stern and he didn't say anything more. There was nothing more to say. This was the parting, his carefully designed parting. He NEVER agreed to the boat. He NEVER agreed to kill you. He had carefully pulled the wool over Caesar’s eyes and convinced you that he was going to dump you on the boat. You grinned and shook your head. But the train began to move before you could even think of a comeback.

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rfxn-emulator · 9 months ago

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Just a smidgen of Cho posting this Tuesday (Chosting perhaps)

#pizza tower #pizza tower au #pizza tower: afterparty #pizza tower cho #pepperman #tuesday #something about tuesday or whatever #satow #i'm gonna keep cramming my goober down your throat and you're gonna like it

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itsanerdlife · 5 years ago

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Come Back to Me 10/20

Pairing: Clint Barton x Coulson’s Daughter!Reader

Warning: Angst. Drama. Struggles. Violence? Lying. Anger. Soul shattering ache in your chest. Self hate. Doubts. Plot twist!

Everything slips right through his hands in the blink of an eye. Clint Barton can fix anything. World Ending? Save it. Bad Guys? Take ‘em out. The love of his life, his soul mate, forgetting their whole relationship? Fight even harder. She might not remember what they have. She might be confused, lost, scared, but it’ll be a cold day in hell if she thinks he’ll give up that easy. He’ll do anything he has too. Help her remember, or make her fall in love with him, all over again. But what if it’s not him that she’s getting close to this time? What if it’s a losing fight? Is he supposed to watch the woman he loves, fall for someone else? Like hell, is he letting that happen.

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He starts down the hall. Stopping instantly he turns back around heading in the other direction. He stops, wincing. He turns back around taking a few steps.

He scraps his hand over his mouth, shoving the other hand into his rumbled hair. Shaking his head, he turns back around. He could do it; he takes a few steps and instantly turns around once more. He sighs, dropping his shoulders in defeat.

“Clint?” She calls.

He turns on a dime, finding her leaning over her bed railing. Watching him, the corners of her mouth tugged up. He’s so hopelessly in love with the woman who couldn’t remember him. He didn’t know whether to be devastated or excited she still got excited to see him for reasons unknown to her.

“Yeah.” He smiles, swallowing.

“What are you doing out there?” She asks. It hits him she could see him from her room. She’d seen him fighting with himself on whether to visit her or not.

“Ah. Fighting with myself.” He admits.

“Are you scared of me?” She asks so sweetly.

“No. No.” He moves towards the room. “I just don’t want to overwhelm you, or I guess upset you in any way.” His brow pulls together.

“Right, because you know things I don’t.” She nods.

“We don’t spend a lot of time apart. Except for missions.” He admits.

“That makes sense.” She nods slowly.

“Do you know if you get to check out?” He chews his bottom lip.

“Waiting for the scan to come back.”

“Want me to wait with you?” He offers.

“Sure.” She smiles, it might not be a lot to someone else, but it was a glimmer of hope to him. He takes the seat next to her bed. He adjusts a little, his hands grip his knees. “I remember some things.” She spoke softly.

“That’s good.” He nods.

“Just before I woke up, I was, I was dreaming about us.” She glances up at him. He swallows.

“Our second date.”

“How did you know?” Her head tips.

“Wanda looped your dream. So you would find peace, Peter found a study that said some coma patients have nightmares, and we didn’t want that for you. So she gave you your best memory.” He chews the inside of his cheek.

“Can you tell me what happened? After I mean?” She shifts in her bed, looking at him.

“It doesn’t make me look impressive.” He chuckles.

“Maybe I like that.” She shrugs a small smile on her lips. He chuckles, nodding.

“Ahh, okay. You remember our second date the city from Avengers tower.” He nods. “We had eight dates before I very stupidly, and embarrassingly asked you to be my girlfriend.” He shakes his head.

“Eight dates? Really?” She laughs.

“I said I was not impressive.” He laughs.

“I don’t know, I don’t have much of a memory, but what I was feeling on that landing pad, says something completely different.” She smiles, tucking her hair back.

“You remember your first mission?” He drags his teeth over his bottom lip. She hums, nodding. “You choked out the Dictator, with your bandana.” He smiles, she pretends to fluff her hair with a sassy little smile. “I knew I was in love with you, right there. Have been since.” He nods.

“Wow.” She blushes, smiling. “I don’t know. This feeling, this feeling I get around you, I know I’m in love with you, but I can’t remember any of it.” She sighs.

“Your brain and your heart are fighting a war of their own. I’ll be patient, if you want me around, I’m here.” He smiles softly at her.

“I would like that.”

“Y/N? Oh Barton.” Cho steps into the room. She smiles at them.

“Is she okay?” He wonders.

“Yes. She can go home. But we will be checking in on her. Just be careful, don’t over stimulate her.” She warns them.

“So I can go home, shower and change? Eat something?” Y/N lights up.

“Yes you can. Careful of your stitches, those will come out in a few days.” Cho nods.

“Great.” They reply together. It makes her smile at him.

“Would you like some help?” He stands putting a hand out to her.

“Please.” She slips her hand into his, as she stands. A small gasp, her eyes close and she sways.

“Sit down.” He helps her, slide on to the edge of the bed. “What happened?” He brushes her hair back.

“It was too fast. I couldn’t pick up on it.” She blinks, trying to focus.

“Did you hear it?” Cho asks.

“It’s okay. I’m sure it’ll come to me. Thank you, Cho.” She smiles, avoiding the question.

“Come on, you should get some food and some rest.” He helps her up once more. He helps her from the room and on to the elevator. “You didn’t answer Cho’s question.” He points out when they’re alone.

“Sound but no picture.” She shrugs.

“Anything you want to share?” He lifts a brow at her.

“Not yet.” She smiles softly.

“You know I know everything about you, right?” He smirks.

“Oh I think I’m aware of that.” She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, a small smirk on her lips.

“Is there something you want to eat? We can order in?” He offers a smug smirk on his lips.

“Pizza sounds amazing.” She sighs, smiling over at him.

“Yeah, yeah it does.” He chuckles, leading her off the elevator when it stops.

She looks around the apartment floor they shared together. Her head tips clearly trying to remember it. He leads her to the bedroom, flipping the light on for her. She steps in looking a little lost and unsure.

“Closet, that dresser is yours. Bathroom, over there.” He explains.

“Okay.” She nods, sucking in a deep breathe.

“Feeling overwhelmed?” He wonders.

“Confused. Nothing here, I can’t place any of it.” She admits in a sad tone.

“Strange and Palmer said it’ll take time. Just know, you’re safe here. This is your home, I’m here if you have questions. Spare room is across the hall and two doors down.” He nods.

“Think we could eat, and I could I don’t know ask you about anything else I’ve missed?” She wonders.

“Yeah, I’ll order. You shower.” He resists the urge to kiss her, instead he tucks his hands into his pockets. To keep from touching her, he leaves the room with the weight of the world on his chest.

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littlemissagrafina · 5 years ago

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For the prompts: if you’re up for it I think it would be cool to see a Parkner fic that somehow Harley discovers Peter is Spider-Man :) I dunno what the details would be

This took me forever, I'm so sorry!

I hope you like it darling💛

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In all honesty, Harley has no idea how he didn't see it sooner. It was literally so obvious now that he came to think of it.

He had known that Peter hadn't been telling the truth when the other teen would spew excuses for missed classes, forgotten homework, and his attendance that was, to put it frankly, absolute crap.

Each stuttered response when Peter was asked about his tardiness only solidifying it in Harley's mind.

But he never said anything and, surprisingly, it didn't actually bother him. He was curious but it wasn't his place. If Peter decided to tell him, cool. If not, he was happy with waiting.

He also didn't feel comfortable outright asking Peter because he was worried about crossing boundaries even though they were pretty close.

They had known each other for a while now, having started texting when Tony sent Peter a message that was meant for Harley.

Tony, after much poking and prodding by Peter to find out who Country Potato was, finally gave the teens each others numbers and now he had to endure constant message notifications, calls, sarcasm, and, to his horror, flirting.

So yeah, Harley and Peter had gotten close, their relationship slowly changing to include sneaking glances and rosy cheeks. Eventually MJ couldn't handle their Mutual Pining™ and asked Peter out for Harley.

But still, Harley didn't push. The curiosity was always there in the back of his mind, twisting and turning through possible ideas and realities but he didn't dwell on it.

He didn't realise he would be finding out what it was on a night they were supposed to be meeting in the penthouse living room for a movie and pizza date together.

At least not until Spider-Man crashed in through the window.

Peter was screwed.

It was supposed to be a good day. It was a good day... until some asshole injected by an obviously DIY super soldier serum practically appeared out of nowhere on Peter's patrol.

And he started to get annoyed. It was just supposed to be a quick swing through Queens before he would head over to his room in the tower and change before Harley realized that he was there.

But now… now he was late with a few cuts, bruises, and a very tender sprain in his one ankle.

Thanks, Mr. Wannabe Captain America. I really needed that tonight.

"How am I gonna hide this and not have Harley notice?" Peter groaned to himself as he swung towards the tower.

Just as he was about to reach the building, he went to shoot another web to launch himself to the same level as his room.

Nothing happened. No tell tale hiss and thwip of his webs.

Peter's breath caught in his throat, his eyes widening behind the lenses of his mask as they frantically darted to calculate where he would be landing on the building.

Luckily instead of being flung too far and having nothing to catch him, he was aimed at the kitchen and living room area of the tower penthouse.

The only problem was what was in the room, or rather, who was in the room.

Harley.

And Peter was headed straight for the window behind the very couch the other teen was perched on.

Only one thought crossed his mind before he was hitting and breaking through the glass.

Shit.

Harley could only stare in disbelief at the red and blue clad vigilante who was sprawled out on the glass covered floor.

He was broken out of his shock by a pained groan from said vigilante as he sat up, pieces of glass shifting and crushing from the movement.

"Yeah, that's gonna leave a mark."

He knew that voice.

Harley would have missed the muttered words if it wasn't for the completely silent room that was about to be decidedly less silent.

" Peter!? "

Spider-Man's, or should he say Peter's, head whipped around to face him, the white eyes of the mask widening comically.

Peter let out a nervous chuckle. "Uhh… surprise?"

The other teen could only gape at him.

"Your definition of surprise needs to be re-checked, Pete." Tony's voice suddenly rang through the room and Harley looked to where the man was standing in the doorway to the living room having been alerted by FRIDAY when Peter crashed through the window.

Harley's attention was brought back to Peter when he hissed a curse as he tried to stand.

"Darlin'! Are you okay?" Harley questioned frantically, his accent thick as he darted forwards to help his boyfriend up, wincing at the stumble from Peter when he tried to put pressure on his ankle.

Before Peter could answer, FRIDAY'S creepily human sounding voice sounded from the speakers that were set around the room.

"Mini Boss has sustained abrasions and bruises across his upper torso as well as a sprain in his left ankle. There is no need to alert Dr. Cho but she would advise on icing the sprain to prevent swelling as well as disinfecting the cuts."

Despite the A.I's answer, Harley didn't relax until Peter himself said that he was okay.

Tony helped Peter to his room not wanting him to aggravate his injured ankle before they could ice it. He waited for the teen to get changed and cleaned up and lead him back to the living room where Harley was waiting with an ice pack and a fluffy pillow set on an ottoman for Peter to keep his leg up.

Tony beckoned Harley towards the kitchen under the guise of getting the other teen some food to give his metabolism, and subsequently his healing factor, a boost.

Once there Tony turned and rested a hand on Harley's shoulder. "You okay, bud?" Tony asked him, concern lingering in his eyes.

Harley took a deep breath before letting out in a long sigh.

He thought back on the times that Peter was late or would disappear suddenly only to reappear with ruffled hair and clothes, sometimes sporting a slight limp or wincing when he moved certain ways.

He thought on the school absences and really bad excuses. It all made sense now.

How the hell hadn't he noticed? It was actually so obvious.

Peter was Spider-Man and somehow he wasn't really surprised. Of course his kind and soft hearted boyfriend was somehow one of New York's most famous vigilantes.

And he was okay with it. He knew he wouldn't be able to stop Peter from being Spider-Man anyway. He knew the second that he heard his voice from behind the red mask.

"Yeah," He nodded at Tony, "I am okay."

And he was. It was just another thing to add to his Reasons To Love Peter Parker list.

He was a hero.

#Agrafina Writes #irondad #spiderson #parkner #parley #potatoson #peter parker #harley keener #tony stark #identity reveal #marvel #mcu

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supero1726-mcu · 5 years ago

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Avengers in Lockdown

Avengers in Lockdown was one of my first fanfictions, and it (unsurprisingly) follows Tony, Peter and the gang. I really enjoyed writing this, and hope you enjoy this as much as me!

Prologue

Peter Parker lent back in his chair and watched as his Spanish teacher droned on about something he should be listening to. Leaning down, he grabbed his half-bitten biro from the corner of his desk and scribbled a new formula in the corner of his notebook. Finally, his spurt of inspiration died, and he was reduced to doodling a small spider in the corner of his book, which muddled into MJ. Everything seemed to muddle into MJ nowadays, be it his formulas or his lab session with Tony. Sometimes he couldn’t tell if she liked him, knew if he was Spider-Man or both. It was MJ, she was always unpredictable. Looking up, he found his teacher leaning over his desk with a threatening expression on his face. “Mr Parker, what have I told you about…” he was saved by the crackling of Tannoy and a stern voiced Principal Morita. He had been wondering when this would come, the news had been full of it. May had been worried that Ellis would bring this in – and that the WHO would start to ask the US to join the regulations that had been implemented across the globe. Of course the new Ross, who was still standing staunchly in Tony’s way of everything possible, was in the process of ignoring everything he said, especially about the possibility of a vaccine being created by him and Bruce (with a little help from Peter of course!), and had decided to plough ahead. So, it was really no surprise when Morita had said that Ellis was to give a briefing at 5, and that they were all welcome to stay and watch with their friends, after all, it might be the last time. The briefings had been going for a while, but they had all had the feeling that there was going to be the last normal day for a while, and so he grabbed his phone to say that he was staying.

Pepper stormed out of the meeting, eyes firmly on the door to her office. If one more person tried to catch her and ask her about something she had no idea about, she was going to scream. The board wanted to know about PPE, Tony wanted to know what Ellis was saying about a vaccine, Ellis wanted to know what Tony was doing about a vaccine. Added to the fact the constantly had to deal with incessant Avengers business when her Fiancé messed up, it was all a bit too much. Shutting the door behind her and leaning on the table, she picked up a pile of papers asking what she was going to do if they were put in lockdown. Sometimes she wondered about all of this. When she had first started being the CEO of a trans-national company it had been electrifying, once she had got over the fact it was not one of Tony’s jokes, but she was approaching her 50’s, and she had no time left, and with Tony being Tony… things could go anywhere. The pressure was getting to her. The press where picking up on their every move, guessing on the destination, the dress, best man, flower girl… anything that could be predicted by means of sheer will and brute force. She was used to having no private life, but since she announced her engagement, she had not been left alone. Grabbing a receiver, she muttered for some poor assistant to take the meeting, she was done.

Ellis sat on his chair, surveying the rows of press sitting in 2m distance and watching as he took a sip from a glass of water. The press clicked a feverishly with cameras and notebooks, some clutched laptops. “Hello. We have come to the point in time where there are two options, two sides to the same, I admit frightening coin. With tangible threats, the Avengers can field it with ease, they are recruiting new members, and we do have an army. However, this is a war with something that has no body, nothing that we can punch or watch as it crumbles under a wave of gunfire. This is no war for an army, this is a war for science. We have advanced scientists; Dr Banner is a notable example of one that is involved with both the physical and scientific battles, but even the great Dr Banner does not have a miracle vaccine, although I am assured by both him and Stark that they have a team on both a vaccine and manufacture of PPE.” He stops and looks out into the audience; someone clears their throat and most of the auditorium turn to stare at the poor man. “This,” He states with an ashen face and red rimmed eyes. “is a war, and so we will have to treat it as such. Our weapons are the PPE, our help is to stay home. As such I am recommending that all governors suspend schools indefinitely starting on Friday. We will issue guidelines on whom is considered essential, and who needs to work from home. Ladies and Gentlemen.” He stares at the camera, watching as the lens focuses in on him. “This is the single defining moment of our generation. I will endeavour to ensure the safety of our nation. That will be all. I will not be answering questions.” He stalked behind the curtain, hoping the press hadn’t noticed his trembling hand.

Peter was not patrolling anymore. He had agreed to stop since the evidence suggested that, even if he was immune, he could still be a carrier. So now he spent his nights learning how to cook, playing board games and chatting to Ned over the phone. He almost wished he had a little more time like this, where he felt he had a life outside of school and swinging round New York. He was half expecting May to be at the door waiting for him, but she was at the table, clutching her phone. “Honey…” “What is it.” Peter looked worriedly into her eyes, not catching the glint that had been a solitary tear running down her face. “I’ve been classified Essential.” “Well then… why are you crying.” “Sweetie, I don’t want you in the house with me. I’m going to be around people who are at risk of being infected, or worse. Pete. I can’t let you stay here. I morally can’t do it. Call him.” “What.” Peter caught May’s eye. “Who.” “Call Tony. Please Pete. I can’t do it. You have somewhere safe to go, someone safe to be with, and I can’t watch you. We’ll call and chat and face time, but if I came home and got you sick…” “I can’t get…” “We don’t know that.” She was crying now, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I want this to be over. Call him.” So, Peter Parker walked to the sofa where he had put his phone and pressed the button for Tony Stark on his interface. He would never answer, but sure as luck would have it, Tony’s voice rang sure and clear down the line. “Hey Kiddo. What do you need?”

Tony Stark was having a shitty day. On Cho and Bruce’s orders he had suspended being Iron Man for the time being, and due to him still having problems where the ARC reactor was extracted, ha was now tower locked. He had told the public to do their bit, he had told Steve Rogers to “fuck off.”. Steve was immune to most things, being a super soldier and all. Since he had pardoned the rogues and brought back the tower after the disastrous incident with the vulture, he had let them stay, equipped with everything he could provide. And they were happy in a sense, no mass fighting breaking out, no notable divides, and then Steve bought Bucky back… and everything changed. Tony knew that it hadn’t been Bucky that killed his parents but there was something in him that hated the thought of housing his mother’s murderer, whether conscious or not. His wrench clattered to the ground, and he surveyed his handy work. DUM-E was now sporting a stronger, more durable arm, and a new fire extinguisher. He was going soft and when Friday’s voice rang “Call from Peter Parker.”, he snatched it up.

Sam had long wanted to learn the guitar, and now him and Clint were sitting back to back, each clutching identical acoustic guitars. It was one thing to be a bad guitarist at home alone, but now they were in quarantine, and now everyone in the tower and surrounding area could hear him and Clint strumming clumsily. Bucky leaned against the door, a shit-eating grin on his face. “I was lured up here by the sounds of Sam in pain.” Crossing the room, he deftly snatched a pluck out of Sam’s clumsy fingers, walking out of the room. “Hey, maybe a break will do you good.”

Dinner at the tower was seldom easy. For one thing, living with more than 6 people in the same house at once made them more than flatmates, it made them almost family. For another they all wanted different things, and the select cooks could only rustle up a few dishes, which meant a lot of bewildered Pizza and Indian vans drawing up at Stark Tower at least once a day. The only competent chefs in the building had quickly turned out to be Steve, Bucky and Tony (who as we all know can make good pasta!), with both Nat and Clint setting fire to the Stove, and scaring the life out of someone who had taken Clint’s space in the vents. Tonight, sitting at the long table was Steve, Sam, Clint, Wanda, Bucky and Nat. There was no sign of Tony; who had been seen practically running to one of his discreet cars not an hour earlier, Pepper, who rarely had time to spare, Bruce had been in the lab on a bender with the vaccine issue, Scott and Hope were away, and Thor was ‘off world’ – whatever that meant. “Miss me.” Steve turned to the door, and saw a dishevelled looking Tony standing there, clutching a battered suitcase and an impossibly wide smile. “Why are you so late?” “Had some things to pick up.” “What do you mean.” A boy stepped out behind him. He couldn’t have been than 16, in fact he looked younger, but he bore a small resemblance to Tony, with wide intelligent eyes, and hands that seemed to be fiddling with something. “Avengers meet Peter… again. Peter meet the Avengers.” “Hi.” Sam stared at him, taking in his proportions. “Hello Spider-kid.” Said Nat.

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self-proclaimed-chaotic-good · 4 years ago

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Ordinary Cousin of a Superhero | Cousin!Pearl Pangan and Filipina!Reader (Oneshot)

Prompt: Metamorphosis

Fandom: Marvel

Warning: A short scene with violence, nothing too graphic

Words: 1844

A/N: Just caught up with the arc for the new Agents of Atlas and Atlantis Attacks. I’m loving Wave and I hope that she gets her own comic book series soon. The fact that the entire team for the new Agents of Atlas is made up of Asian characters is amazing. By the way, I have not watched Agua Bendita yet, but if someone knows how to watch it, lmk

Being the cousin of a superhero has its pros and cons. Pros, is that you’re related to a superhero, you’ve got bragging rights, you’ve grown familiar with their lifestyle, get to meet other superheroes, and you’ve got a powerful ally that has your back no matter what. Cons, they’re always busy, you become a target to their enemies, people believe you got where you are because of your relations, not your own capabilities, being constantly compared, along with feeling… not special.

But after a while, you weren’t as insecure about being the cousin of Pearl Pangan, also known as Wave, the water manipulator and member of the Agents of Atlas. You were a scientist, a member of an innovative research team in Stark Industries. You got where you are because you worked hard and wanted to help change the world, even if you didn’t have any superpowers of your own. You don’t always need superpowers to change the world.

The team’s current project was regeneration liquid. “Think bacta tanks from Star Wars,” Tony had said. It wasn’t a cure all solution, but would help deal with superficial injuries until the patient could be transferred to the hospital and if your team got the formula right, submerging the patient in the water could help heal internal injuries as well.

One day, you were eating lunch with Cindy Moon, Amadeus Cho, and his sister, Maddy, over at the pizza parlor when Cindy froze mid bite. She tossed her pizza slice down and looked around with a frown.

“What is it?” Amadeus asked.

Maddy pulled out her scanner, checking the reading for abnormal activities. “Ammy, it’s coming from the water off the east coast,” she said.

Amadeus cursed under his breath. “Sorry, (Y/n/n), we have to-”

“I know,” you said, shooing them away, “Go save the world. Pizza can always wait.”

“We’ll stop by the tower,” Cindy promised. She finished her slice and stood up, her silk-senses tingling like crazy.

Suddenly, you were left alone with an empty pizza pan. You slurped the last of your drink before leaving a tip and heading out. There was a small tremor in the ground, but everyone seemed to have shrugged it off. You were checking your phone for any updates on the project while you were on lunch break when someone bumped into you. Then another. And another. Your phone was long gone in the stampede of retreating pedestrians. The ground began to rumble until all the manholes bursted open with rank sewer water spewing out.

You began to move towards Stark Towers, the only safe place you knew, when a hand shot forward from an alleyway, yanking you by the collar. They threw you against the brick wall, your form hidden from passerbyers by the large garbage bin.

“Where is the formula?” A man in a black ski masked demanded, holding a gun at you,

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” you sputtered, trying to pry his hands away.

He gripped your shirt, pulling you towards him, then slamming you against the wall. The air was knocked out of your lungs, your vision blurring for a moment. “Listen, I don’t have time for this. Where is the formula?”

“I don’t know!”

He sighed, tucking his gun away. Your shoulders sagged, foolishly believing that he was going to drop it. Maybe he was just some thug hired by a rival company, desperate to find a way to cheat Tony Stark.

A knife came towards you without hesitation, a leather gloved hand preventing your screams as he went to work. Tears ran down your face when your struggling was futile. You were powerless.

Your bruised and bloodied body was placed in a crate and delivered to the front of Stark Industries. The pain came in bursts as the crate was rattled around, muffled voices could be heard beyond the thin walls of your confinement, but you were too tired and weak to make a noise.

There was a sound of some kind of scanner surrounding the crate, followed by a loud gasp. The crate was quickly pried open, a flood of light filling in and making it hard to keep your eyes opened. The last thing you remembered was being lifted out and carried onto a stretcher, panicked voices surrounding you.

You had a dream once where you were at a beach. It was the beach that your family used to go to when you were little. You turned and saw your cousin, Pearl, stare at you before her eyes widened. You were suddenly sucked into the ocean, being dragged down as if there was a chain wrapped around your limbs, pulling you deeper and deeper down. You were alone under water, but you could see blurry figures above the surface talking, but they couldn’t see you.

What you were feeling was quite similar to that dream, being tied down while under water with people conversing as if you weren’t there. Though, this time, there was that rumbling again. The same one you heard out on the streets. Lights above the surface of the water flickered as the water vibrated around you, a current sucking you in again.

There was a sudden surge of light, hitting directly at you. Water entered your mouth and you began to choke. It was all too real to be a dream. You struggled against your restraints, flailing your arms until you felt the water move and you were strangely falling forward towards the surface.

Alarms blared around you as you gasped for air, your body soaked and surrounded by shards of glass. A sturdy pair of hands grabbed your waist before slinging your arm around their neck. You continued to cough as you tried to regain your bearings.

You were pulled into another lab that seemed to be unscathed by the accident. The person propped you up on one of the exam tables, holding your face steady as analyzing brown eyes scanned your face. You winced at the sudden flashlight in your eyes, a quick apology muttered by the person examining you. They waved a small scanner over you and gave a huff.

“(Y/n), can you hear me?” they asked softly.

You nodded slowly.

“Can you tell me your full name?”

“(Y/n)... (Y/l/n).”

“Do you know who I am?”

You blinked your eyes as they slowly focused. “Bruce?”

He nodded, relief written on his face. “Do you know where you are?”

You briefly looked around. “One of the labs… at Stark Tower.”

“Do you remember what happened at the time of your accident?”

You frowned, nodding. “I was grabbed…. At an alley. A lot of things were happening at once. They wanted the formula. I refused to give it to them. They… they beat me up and knocked me unconscious. I was… in a crate… i think. Then… I was in water.”

“We submerged you in the H.O.L.Y. water,” Bruce said, “Your readings showed that most of your injuries had already healed in the last few hours until the explosion.”

“Holy water? Explosion?”

“Right. I’ll explain one at a time. Tony called the project H.O.L.Y. water, which he hadn’t explained what it stood for, but while you were in the water, there had been a few explosions in the area and one in the building. It wasn’t an ordinary explosion and… i believe it had reacted to the water, causing some side effects.”

Your heart began to race. Had the formula become unstable or toxic? Bruce sensed your panic, resting a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

“It’s okay… just, take a deep breath. What I’m about to show you might shock you. Let me know when you’re ready.”

You took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly. When your heartbeat returned to normal, you gave him a nod. He handed you a mirror, which you took with shaky hands. You lifted it, slowly revealing your face. Your skin seemed normal, making you nervous that you were missing something major. Your heartbeat picked up again and your skin turned blue, becoming more translucent the more you panicked. Almost as if you were water.

“What… what… what’s going on?”

Bruce sighed. “We believe that this explosion has caused you to absorb the properties of the water.”

“The… there was electricity that surged through the water, I think,” you said, gripping the mirror as you concentrated on trying to keep your form stable.

He nodded. “I just took a scan of you and you are completely healed, faster than we anticipated. That explosion destroyed that lab and you emerged unscathed. I believe you have rapid healing abilities.”

“I…” You gripped the edge of the table as you tried to wrap your head around the situation. “I need a nap.”

Pearl had been staring at you for the past fifteen minutes in curiosity, but also concern. Having the ability to manipulate water, Pearl was also able to sense anything water, which was why she had been surprised when she was called over to Stark Tower right after a mission, only to find her cousin in a distressed state with her skin fluctuating between her normal skin color and ocean blue water.

“Oh diyos ko, you remind me of Agua Bendita!” she finally exclaimed.

The tension in your muscles loosened at this, a laugh escaping your lips. You weren’t sure how she was going to react, but you were glad that she was at least approaching you as she normally would.

“Oh my god, I think I am.” You reached out and hovered your thumb over a cut on her cheek before pressing down and wiping it as if it was a mere stain.

“That was cool.”

“Yeah, I guess this is my life now,” you said.

“I’m tempted to dunk you in the water to see what happens.”

“Pearl, no.”

You shook your head at her, then looked down at your hands. They seemed to return to their normal state when you’re calm, but turn to water when you’re upset. You would have to talk to Bruce about how to keep your condition in check. No doubt that they’d want to run tests on you to see what else you could do. Tony had even mentioned that he wanted to keep it a secret for as long as he can from Fury.

With your new condition, you didn’t want anything to change. Going back to work after the incident, you noticed that only the researchers who were present during the incident were aware of your condition, being sworn to secrecy by Tony or risked being fired. You could still feel their eyes on you, making you self conscious and turn to ocean blue without you meaning to.

You didn’t want to become some miracle healer, and there was no way you’d have those powers without a price. Until you find your full potential, you feared that if word got out of your powers, you’d gain plenty more enemies than when you were Wave’s ordinary cousin.

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