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margoshansons · 5 years ago

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The Killing Kind (10/?)

Part Ten. 01. 02. 03. 04. 05. 06. 07. 08. 09.

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Summary: Y/N and her father finally face each other after three years. Her powers have grown, but so have his.

Warning: ANGST! Mental and physical torture, manipulation, abuse, parent on child violence, suicidal thoughts.

Notes: ooooooo boy, friends. We should’ve seen this coming, and I absolutely loved writing this chapter. PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS! If you want a song from the playlist to listen to I recommend Power, No Place like Home, and Speechless. In that order. Y/N deserves better.

“Get out of here,” Y/N commanded MJ, placing a protective shield around the two of them. MJ stared in awe of the blue energy before her, unsure of what to do next.

“Are you not listening to me? I said go!” Y/N urged, not wanting to see the most important person in her life hurt by her own father.

“No,” MJ stood strong, grasping a spare piece of debris, “I’m not leaving you behind. I’m staying here to help.”

Y/N shook her head, continuing to hold the protective shield as long as she could.

“I’m not losing you again” MJ held herself in a rare moment of vulnerability, fear shaking the poor girl to her core. Y/N turned to her friend, seeing more than fear in her gaze, but determination. God how she hated how stubborn MJ could be.

“Neither am I” She admitted, “Now go”

MJ nodded, taking cover in an alley not far from the square. Y/N continued to use the protective shield against the Molten Man, making sure the citizens were evacuated from the square before jumping into the fight. When enough citizens had escaped, she moved over to the tilted Ferris wheel, allowing the energy to flow from her palms and surround the carnival ride, lifting it back to its usual position. She collapsed her hands together, drawing a familiar circle glyph before her, the same teal color from Venice reappearing and creating the glyph needed to achieve stasis. With the Ferris wheel taken care of for several minutes, she called to Peter.

“Spiderman!” she groaned, holding the image as long as she could.

“I got it!” He yelled webbing the Ferris wheel at its most vulnerable points, while Y/N kept it firmly in place. That ended when Molten Man got closer, ready to swipe at the carnival ride at any time. She let go and propelled herself forward, launching herself over the Ferris wheel and joining the illusion of her father in fighting against the beast. Her eyes began to glow as she charged the energy needed to stay afloat, guarding the ride against the monster. Her body warmed, sweat dripping down her face as she released both of her hands and screamed at the top of her lungs, emitting a dangerous amount of psychic energy at the beast.

Red met Blue in a death match before she landed on the ground, anger spurring her forward, Peter’s cries lost in her ears. All she could focus on was getting to the center of the illusion. All she could focus on was finding her father.

She found him at the top of the elegant building protruding from behind the Molten Monster.

Cerulean tendrils wrapped around his ankle, pulling him forward, Y/N used her other hand to lift him up, the blue energy surrounding his body, working its way from the inside out.

“I told you to stay away” He whispered through groans of pain.

“You know better than anyone that I don’t listen.” Y/N snarked, crushing several of the drones and technical gear surrounding him.

“That’s why you’re such a disappointment, honey��

Her powers dissipated, and her father disappeared into the darkness.

“No, no no no no no no, NO!” She yelled over and over as the familiar illusions overtook her.

Enclosed walls surrounded her, the musty smell of the church overtaking her senses. Her breath quickened at the enveloping sight.

“Really, it’s quite pathetic how you thought you could escape me” Quentin’s voice echoed, the illusion pushing and pulling her from their old apartment to the rainy streets of New York, and finally to the London Square they had spent so much time in before moving.

“My sweet little Y/N, always running from her true place” Lightning flashed as she crashed to the ground, moaning in pain as she gazed upon two statues above her. The fishbowl was easy to make out, her father was glorifying himself, but the other…

“My Side”

The other was her, eyes glowing with arms crossed, an evil smirk plastered into the marble. Y/N scrambled up, running away, her own tendril protruding from the statue, wrapping itself around her ankle, pulling her back into the illusion.

“I’m never going to be like you!” She screamed into the void, crawling away, the thick smoke dissolving into a familiar scene.

“Oh, but honey,” Her father commented, “You already are.”

Two scenes one right after the other. Quentin and Peter overlooking Prague. Y/N and Peter overlooking Venice. The unusual bursts of energy as she fought off the molten man. The way they set their jaw. The anger that resides in both of them. The lies, the lies, the lies, the lies, the lies.

“You are more me than I could’ve hoped for. You lie and cheat to achieve your goals.”

She was back on the bus, the smell of sweat weaving itself through her nose, while the air conditioning left goosebumps up and down her arms. Her own hands were working against her will, grasping the EDITH glasses. Lying to Peter. Betraying her friend’s trust. Her chest twisted as she relived the action.

“Oh, how you lie. You’ve told so many lies you could fill an encyclopedia”

A book of his own design fell atop her before dissipating into darkness, each containing a lie she had uttered to her closest supporters.

Her living situation.

Her family circumstances.

She coughed at the impact, her now damaged lungs burning every time she took a breath.

“You’ve lied to everybody. Your best friend”

A thick smoky tendril pierced through MJ’s heart.

“The woman who took you in”

May Parker joined the scene.

Her heart twisted.

“Even the boy you care so much for”

She was pulled to a stop in front of Peter, his mask torn, shrapnel embedded deep in his face, blood pouring from his abdomen. “No” She let out a strangled yell, saltwater burning her lips as it trailed down her cheeks. Eyes burning, she held Peter in her arms, not knowing if this was real or not.

“Y/N” He struggled to get out, “How--how could you do it?”

“Peter I’m sorry,” Y/N sobbed, her own voice unrecognizable.

“Why didn’t you save me?”

Betrayal filled his eyes, squinting the the girl before him, flinching every time she moved closer.

She shook her head, speechless at the accusation, “I tried--”

His hand wrapped around her neck, latching onto the vocal cords, hatred gleaming in Peter’s innocent brown eyes. “Not hard enough”

From his hands, a shock collar latched itself around her throat, his last act before Peter drew his final breath. He remained limp in her arms. Even if she knew it wasn’t real, the pain was.

“Stop it!” She cried out, clawing at the collar around her neck. An electric shock burned through her, muscles spasming from the aftershock. Her body convulsed against her will, screams involuntarily leaving her mouth. She looked up to see her Father holding the gun that had killed Peter. He cocked it once again, aiming the pistol at a familiar face.

Her Mother’s shadowy figure only looked up at Quentin, accepting the challenge.

“Every time you lie, you are killing those around you, for what? Your own selfish motives? Your mother would be ashamed of you.”

Bang!

Blood pooled on the ground, her mother’s face hidden by shadow, the head of curls unmistakable.

The scene replayed itself over and over until Peter took her mother’s place. She moved to get up, to use her powers, to do anything, but each time she did, the collar would go off, weakening her muscles further and further.

“This is what they would relegate you to. A dog needing to be kept on a leash. But with me, I would let you be free. With me your lies would be triumphs, with me, you would be a hero undreamt of. You are my daughter, and you belong with me.”

Her father’s image warped until it wasn’t him holding the gun anymore.

It was her.

Pointing it directly at Peter’s head, cocking the bullet, ready to fire.

“You are exactly like me”

An idea sprung in her head and she crawled forward, using her newfound adrenaline to push Peter out of the way, grasping the gun and pointing it at herself.

“So do it then” She taunted weakly, her voice hoarse, “Kill me.”

The illusion began to dissolve until she was surrounded by black, her father standing above her, gun drawn against her head, his eyes alight with fear.

“No matter the consequences right?” She uttered bitterly, tears falling from her face.

A moment passed.

Then another.

The cool barrel sent waves of fear through her. It would be over soon. Finally, all of this would end and she would be free. Even if she was scared to go, a part of her wanted so badly to.

She waited.

Watching his bright blue eyes. Watching the conflict unfold behind them.

His breath hitched.

His hands shook.

He couldn’t do it. No matter what he wanted. He couldn’t kill his little girl.

The gun dropped and Y/N let out a breath.

Something lurched in her stomach, something that she barely had any time to register before she was thrown to the side, a drone launching her out of the building and directly into the pole of the Ferris wheel. The smoke cleared and all she saw was her own father collapsed on the pavement.

Her vision went black.

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anxiouslymalicious · 5 years ago

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Finding Home

A Peter Parker x (female) Reader series. This follows the events of Spider-Man: Far From Home, except with a new character; Y/N Wood, an enhanced human.

Warnings: mentions of a death and other than that, just talks of the blip and stuff like that. Oh and SPIDER-MAN FAR FROM HOME SPOILER WARNING!

This is unedited and this might be kind of bad as this is my first time writing in third person and my first time writing for Marvel. If you guys like it, I’ll continue writing this series, if not, I might delete this first part and pretend that none of this ever happened.

Anyway, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy!

Peter Parker was a nervous boy. Always fidgeting, always trying to explain himself if someone couldn’t really follow his train of thought, always scared of embarrassing himself. After all, he wasn’t too popular in school, but embarrassing himself in front of the people he saw every day wasn’t really something he wanted to, so he kept to his little friend group. Well, MJ and Ned, but they were all he needed.

After the blip and the whole battle with Thanos, Peter was almost excited to live a more normal life than he had over the past time. It was still strange to him that he had been gone for five years and some people around him had aged while others still looked the same, but the fact that everyone almost tried to push away the thoughts of what exactly had happened, gave him some kind of normalcy.

It was nice. Nice, being a silly schoolboy with a super-secret hobby and what he felt like was the biggest crush on a girl he spent a lot of time with.

Pain was a steady companion. An unwanted companion, yes, but it was always there. Not even physically, really, Peter was aware that it was something from mental origin, but it felt so bad that sometimes he wasn’t sure if it really wasn’t physical.

Especially as he put on his suit and mask and turned into the friendly neighbourhood-Spiderman, he couldn’t help but feel the pain of losing the only father figure he had ever known. He had lost a man who had given him so much, who cared for him so much, who he had grown so close to despite Stark’s efforts to keep him somewhat on distance. He felt the pain of having let down Mr. Stark, having let down his family and friends. He felt the physical pain from the battle he had fought.

And the pressure, how could Peter forget about the constant pressure from the media. The people who were now, understandably, scared of potential new threats and with three of the strongest Avengers gone, with the whole Avengers group going MIA except for Spidey, everyone kept bribing him with questions and the responsibility to keep everyone safe should another alien attack.

So, when the trip to Europe was announced, Peter couldn’t have been happier. Being in a place where Spider-Man was not present, a place where he didn’t have to care about being a hero, and instead could focus on a certain girl sounded heavenly and like the thing that he needed the most in that moment.

Especially once he had declined a call from Nick Fury himself, going to another continent was probably the only right thing to do if he wanted to stay alive. Not to mention whatever seemed to be going on between Aunt May and Happy. Peter felt uncomfortable just thinking about how close they might be.

“I have a plan.” Peter said excitedly to his best friend, Ned, as he sat down at the table next to him. Ned looked at him, wordlessly telling his friend to keep going. “Okay, first, I sit next to MJ on the flight.” Peter continued to which Ned hummed in reply. Peter’s voice caught the attention of another person in the room. Y/N, who was one of the people who hadn’t been blipped away and, thus, now shared classes with Peter and Ned, watched as the boys in front of her brabbled on.

Well, Peter was passionately and not exactly quietly talking about his plan to ask MJ out, Ned was only giving him unimpressed one-word replies. To Y/N, he really didn’t sound happy about the plan Peter had probably spend hours developing. The young girl imagined how Peter had been lying in his bed for hours and hours on end every night, trying to think of a way to ask out this one special girl, but overthrowing his plans over and over again because they were not good enough and she probably wouldn’t like them.

Y/N felt her cheeks up in embarrassment and hoped that no one was an enhanced human, like her. Her mother was, according to her father, enhanced, but she had never gotten to meet her as she died during childbirth. The young girl knew how to control her powers, but she barely used them. Not unless her father told her that she could. She didn’t trust herself enough to decide when the situation became too serious not to use them and when she should avoid using them, so she relied on the people who trained her.

“Oh, don’t forget step seven!” Ned replied with enough enthusiasm to pull Y/N out of her Peter-related daydreams.

“Step seven…?” Peter was confused at Ned’s sudden outburst and made a little note, eager for help to improve his plan.

“Don’t do any of that.” Ned told Peter dryly which surprised Y/N. She couldn’t hold back the little snort and giggle and she was sure that, even though she had slapped her hands in front of her mouth, desperate to muffle the noise, Peter and Ned had heard her. She could feel even more blood rushing to her face and tried to shuffle in her seat, hoping the ground would swallow her. Technically, it could, but she knew that she couldn’t use her powers in broad daylight in the middle of her school. So, she didn’t and just kept hoping.

Once Ned had explained to Peter why they should both be bachelors in Europe and how his plan was stupid, MJ came by. Y/N hadn’t seen her coming, but she had heard how Peter’s voice got higher, whether it was fear or excitement, though, she couldn’t determine. Peter sat with his back to her, but even if he hadn’t, the young girl still felt too mortified to raise her head from where it was resting on her desk.

But once Peter and Ned started talking to MJ, Y/N felt less mortified. Because Peter and Ned just made complete fools out of themselves as they were talking to MJ. Or more stuttering and trying to come up with excuses. Once MJ had told the boys about the VPN, she left them and walked over to Y/N.

MJ at least assumed that it was her, she recognised her hair colour and her silly behaviour when she felt embarrassed.

“What’s up dork?” she asked as she plopped down in a chair next to her. Y/N grunted in reply. MJ took out some paper and a pencil. “Stay like that, it’s the perfect misery to capture. Maybe once I’m done, you’ll be done doing… that.” She told the teenager before she started scribbling.

A smile tugged on the corners of the embarrassed girl’s lips, and before she could fight it, she was giggling, to which MJ told her: “Stop. I’m not done capturing your misery! You can’t smile now!”. She was having a hard time fighting her own smile, though, and so they soon found themselves laughing, the thought of potential embarrassment was the last thing on their minds.

Once the girls had calmed down enough to realise that they were in public and no one had seen either of them so carefree, they stopped laughing, only giving each other knowing smirks.

The sudden laughter made Peter and Ned turn in their seats only to find the edgy duo laughing loudly. Y/N and MJ had been close friends ever since MJ had been blipped away and Y/N had grown up to be the same age as MJ.

Now fortunately for her, Y/N belonged to the half of the universe that wasn’t blipped away, the harsh and barely populated world around her giving her the will and opportunity to train her powers in a way that she couldn’t before. But it had also caused the enhanced human a lot of pain, being without most of her friends and the people she considered family, she felt alone. Abandoned, even in the first few weeks of the blip. It had also filled her with rage and a wish to fight those so-called-superheroes that have ruined so many people’s lives.

She stopped feeling comfortable in things that were too colourful and her hair often looked messy from her hands running through it ever so often. Those looks attracted MJ a lot once she had been blipped back and so, she took the girl under her wings. And throughout the past eight months, the two of them had grown rather close.

Y/N’s pocket began to vibrate, her phone demanding attention. She averted her focus and noticed that her father was texting her. Something about a new mission that he would tell her about once she had gotten home. It was his way of indirectly telling her to come home immediately after school. Being the nice kid she is, Y/N made her way home immediately after school ended, only yelling a short “see you tomorrow” towards MJ when she passed her friend in the hallway.

It didn’t take her long to get home, and once she arrived at the apartment building in which she lived with her father, the girl felt tingles in her fingers and a warm feeling in her belly. The last mission, as they called it, had been fun. It had felt amazing to let out all the pent-up energy that she never got to let out in her day-to-day-life and support her father.

“Dad, I’m home!” Y/N yelled once she arrived and went straight to the kitchen to grab a snack.

“Hey, sweetheart. How was school?” the brunette man asked as he found his daughter in the kitchen, as he always did when she came home from school.

“Good.” She replied and looked at her dad with a huge grin adorning her face. He knew that she was too excited for the next mission to tell him more about school and other casualties. But he wanted to hear it from her, so he played her little game.

“Have you gotten any homework? Maybe you can do that later here in the kitchen when I’m cooking so I can help you. If I’m right, you had physics today and I know that’s not your thing- “

“DAD! Stop, please.” His daughter interrupted the word-vomit which he was purposefully using to avoid the one thing she was eager to hear about. He chuckled at her antics as she jumped up to sit on the kitchen counter, taking berries out of the container she had found earlier in the fridge.

“Well, I told you that we would have to expand the targets soon. And, as you are going on that science trip with your school, I thought about where to take the next mission. And I talked to the team.” The man started, scratching his beard as he acted as though the whole thinking process had been tough for him. And only after his daughter urged him to go on, he actually did.

“And?”

“And we came to the conclusion that Italy would be a great next target. Venice, to be exact.” He continued, making his daughter gasp in excitement. The girl promptly jumped off the counter again to hug her father, knowing that the next mission wasn’t too much of a wait and that she would be able to do her job and let some steam off while she was in Europe. It was unsuspicious enough, easy to do and, as she assumed, finally something new.

After the earth elemental and air elemental, she would finally be able to make a splash with the water elemental, something she had been looking forward ever since she started training her powers.

“Beck, we need you in the dungeon for the simulations.” Said one of the team members, his voice muffled through the door as he knocked.

“Guess we’ll have to order takeout. The mission is more important than cooking.” The girl said with a grin as she sprinted to her room to change into something more comfortable for training.

“I raised her right.” Quentin Beck said to himself with a smirk on his lips as he watched her go. “Thank god she doesn’t know the truth. Silly little girl.”

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moonlit-imagines · 4 years ago

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Father of the Year (Part 5)

Tony Stark x child!reader

Quentin Beck x Stark!reader (platonic)

Peter Parker x Stark!reader (platonic)

warnings: death, blood mention

a/n: im running out of timeline lmao. again and again, dont come at me for this bc its just an alternate take on dad!tony

prompt:

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 6

You obviously skipped out on Tony’s funeral. If your absolute contempt for his existence didn’t stop you, the Avengers would. “You caused him too much heartache,” they’d probably say. “Pepper is scared for her safety and the safety of her child,” they’d probably say.

You just wanted him to be there for you. To be your dad. The fact that he had actually been a dad to your stranger of a sister didn’t sit right with you, but you tried not to dwell on it.

Only, you did. Tony Stark was a lot of things, but you’d never consider him to be a good father. He never showed up for anything. No graduations, no doctor’s appointments, no parties, nothing. It was like you didn’t even exist to him. So what changed? He went through trauma when you were both alive and well, but it never changed his perspective. You might have even thought for a moment—just a lingering moment—that he’d tell someone, maybe Pepper, “I miss y/n, I should have been a better dad while I still had the chance. Maybe I could have prevented this.”

The reason why you doubted it was because the moment Pepper got the chance, she filed for a restraining order. Good luck serving you, though. You were a ghost once again, just you and the team.

“Y/N…y/n…” Quentin snapped his fingers in front of your face, leaning down beside you. “Still taking everything in?”

“Just thinking.” You sighed and chuckled, rubbing your eye with your palm as if your eyes were just watery from an itch.

“You know, you can still be upset that he’s gone. Whether it be because you didn’t get revenge or closure.” He assured you with a light hand on your shoulder before he took a seat beside you and stared at your favorite wall. “I know that I hated the guy with every fiber of my being…and you’re just about the same way, but grief is a weird thing, y/n. Don’t bottle it up because your ashamed of it.” He paused for a long moment, no longer distracting you or himself from your loud sniffles. “When you dusted, we used our grief to work even harder. God, you should have seen us the day Tony came back from space three goddamned weeks later. We couldn’t keep it together, and the rage and sorrow just…took over us.”

“And now he’ll forever be known as a martyr. The man who gave his life for the lost half of humanity…how selfless.” You winced at the facts that would live in the history books for years to come.

“…I’ve been waiting for the right time to tell you this, but I might as well get it over with.” Quentin and you each turned your heads to face each other as you cocked an eyebrow. “Do you remember your combat drones? The ones used originally for your ‘PSA?’” He asked you with a mischievous grin.

“I do, yes.” You squinted at him through your still-blurry eyes.

“Well, I have a similar model that I’d really like to replicate, and you’re just the person to do it.”

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“He’s giving your tech to who?!” You were already hot in the face again, Quentin was nearly about to make you take five.

“You heard me, y/n.” He placed his hands on each of your shoulders. “But this is where the plan comes in. We have your brain, we have the drones, we have a story, we can pull this off.”

“Just how stupid do you think Nick Fury is? That man can smell a lie from a hundred miles away.” You’re eyes were stuck wide open and your faith in the plan had already left your heart and mind.

“It’s an airtight plan, y/n. Obviously, you’ll need to keep some distance, right? But I’ll no doubt let you in on the action. I know you have problems with this ‘Parker’ kid.” Your eye roll didn’t bode well with his claim.

“That’s an understatement.” You huffed. “To this day, I don’t know what was so great about him. We’re practically the same person, yet my father decided he was good enough for all that attention and all the affection that I never got.”

“And that wasn’t fair at all. Tony never deserved you, y/n.” You stood there silently contemplating his plan, and he was right. You guys needed to do something about this. “This is our chance, the chance to get back at your shitty father postmortem. He left his legacy to a stranger, I can’t—I won’t let him get away with that. It’s not fair to you.”

“I’m in, Beck. Behind the scenes.” You watched his eyes widen and a smile begin to grow on his face. “But we have to be super careful about all of this. I never hung around with the Avengers, but I know all about Fury. He was the director of SHIELD for a reason.”

“Tell me everything. If I’m gonna have to get close to him, I’ll need all the intel I can get.”

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Although you were on edge about his plan, it went off without a hitch. It wasn’t long before Peter wanted the pressure off of himself and when it was, Quentin was right there, ready for the taking.

When Quentin returned to base with his prize and former tech, you celebrated as if you were your father in the 90s. It wasn’t every day that you got a real win, especially against someone that you could consider your arch-nemesis.

“There were so many times I wanted to punch that kid for you. He’d bring Stark up and say all the wrong things, it drove me nuts.” He clenched his fists in the air with a solid laugh to accompany and you shook your head and laughed with him.

“Maybe someday.” You replied while resting your head on his shoulder. “I didn’t even think we’d get this far.” Quentin sort of got silent, stiffening his body some. “What? I didn’t mean it like that, Beck. I still believed in you.” You tried to defend yourself.

“No, no, it’s not that.” He assured you. “No, I just…I may have left apart of the plan out.”

“Oh, god. What is it?” You buried you face in your hands and awaited an explanation.

“Well, okay. So, when you were gone, we went through some of your files—I’m sorry, I’m sorry, we didn’t think you’d be back. But we found out that you were working on your own suit! It was good stuff, I have to admit.” He sounded super excited telling you this, and you knew exactly where he was headed. “I know you, y/n. You could create this suit in a couple hours, and I know you want to make a statement. Show the world that y/n Stark is still alive and well. Maybe even try to stop the Elementals with one ‘Mysterio?’”

“You want me to be a hero?” You asked him with a dry chuckle. “The world isn’t gonna buy that, Beck. Tony dug himself out of his self-righteous hole and buried me in it instead. To the people, I’m a spoiled brat and a menace to society. One day I just snapped and my ‘dear old dad’ had to go on without me.” He picked up anger in your voice, but he knew that what you were saying wasn’t entirely true.

“There are still people on your side, y/n. Not just us but normal, everyday people. They’ve knew what Tony was capable of, he was heartless. Sure, maybe he did a few good deeds, but he’s responsible for more destruction than good.” Quentin was good, you’ll give him that. He knew how to talk you into anything, but you already knew you wanted to do this. “You were a product of that destruction if you think about it. Neglect and distain, all for nothing. The greatest destruction one can inflict, especially on a child. “Don’t let him be remembered as a martyr. It’s your turn to take the spotlight away from him, show the world that you can be better.”

“You are impossible, you know that?” You glared at him with a stifled smile and finally broke into laughter.

“But you’re buying into it.” He nudged you with his elbow and you stood up from your seat.

“Yeah, yeah, you win. Go ahead with the plan, I suppose I’ll start on that suit.” Your words excited Quentin enough for him to jump up and bring you in for a hug, then a little celebratory fist pump.

“Let me go tell the team the good news! Call me if you need anything—you need food? Or water, maybe? Just let me know. See ya!” He sprinted from the room and you heard the boom of his voice not even five seconds later. “Y/N’s in!” Cheers from the team brought tears to your eyes, it just felt so good to be wanted. So you cleared your workstation and pulled up the old plans, ready to rework them just a bit and get right to it.

Now, it wasn’t an Iron Man suit, but it shared some similarities. You weren’t interested in carrying on his legacy, you were here to make one for yourself. This suit was not as clunky as his others, it barely even looked alike. The power source was still stored on the chest, an important feature that just works. You employed a bit of nanotech for weaponry, but you decided against a full suit of it. Personal preference for the moment. It wasn’t going to be perfect, this was like a trial run, but it would work because you were the one that built it. And the moment you were done, you were ready to put it on display for the world.

“Are you ready, Beck?” You called to him from another room as he suited up in preparation for the London demonstration.

“Am I ready? I should be asking you that.” He remarked with a smile just before you stepped in the room in your newest creation. “Wow, it looks perfect. Please…tell me everything about it.”

“Well, encased on the shoulder blades are a whole lot of nanobots capable of whatever I want, so long as I program them for it. They’re currently extra armor and weaponry that will evacuate from the chamber and cover me in any position. Also they can be tentacles, how cool is that?!” You ranted along to him, eyes glistening with hope and a mouth that beamed with pride. Quentin hadn’t seen you with this expression in many, many years. “And then I have these hologram projectors on my shoulders, they’re somewhat like the drone ones, but mine are going to be used to project messages, scan objects with lasers and project, or throw enemies off. The possibilities are endless!”

“Y/N, the suit—it’s, it’s better than I could have ever imagined! The people that you’re going to show up today, or inspire, they won’t know what’s coming. I just—god, I am so proud of you.” Quentin, your mentor, was biting his lip as if he were trying to stop himself from showing stronger emotions, but you were too caught up in the euphoria of this masterpiece to even notice.

“Right, and like, I didn’t have time to program myself a personal assistant, but I do have basic voice commands slash controls that are ready to go. And the suit will fly, that’s a given. Boosters on the feet and hands, plus backup thrusters all around the place so I have full control of my movement. Plus I have weaponry for days! My repurposed repulsors, a couple of nice little rockets, real functioning lasers and calibration lasers, a fully functioning targeting system, and I’ve barely scratched the surface!” You were rambling on and on and Quentin could not get enough of it. “So yes, I’m ready when you are.” Quentin did a quick walk around to check your suit from all angles.

“I’m very interested in your choice of green chrome, y/n.” He poked fun at you, but in a way that you knew he wasn’t judging. Just curious is all.

“Oh, yes! Okay, so the green is like a base color for the suit right now because my hologram tech will set the suit apart from the environment and cloak me so that I’m nearly invisible to the naked eye. Sounds cool, huh?” You explained it while starting the program up. “MC, engage camo mode.” You commanded and suddenly disappeared from the room whilst standing right in front of Quentin.

“Remarkable…” He muttered when he reached out and touched your armor. “‘MC?’ Did you name your suit the Master of Ceremonies?” He raised his eyebrows and hoped you were facing his direction to see.

“MC, disengage camo mode and helmet.” You were, in fact, facing him with your face open for him to see the unenthused and slightly embarrassed expression on your face. “It stands for ‘metal clad.’ I didn’t have enough time to figure out a decent name, okay?”

“It’s not the worst name I’ve heard,” he patted your shoulder and led you to the team, “have you guys seen what y/n’s working with here?! I think they deserve a round of applause!” Quentin and the team began to clap in unison until you quickly shut it down.

“Alright, you guys! Thank you, thank you, but we have a mission, don’t we? Let’s hop to it!”

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It was a sight to behold, you in the sky next to the world’s newest superhero. The publicity was immediately fantastic and extremely welcoming to you. I will say, you had some problems with the plan, problems that were never officially disclosed to you. Like a calculation of casualties. You deployed shields immediately to save the people, it wasn’t their battle to fight.

“Everyone evacuate the area, now!” You shouted with a speaker system built into your suit. When you flipped up the mask of your helmet, it became apparent exactly who you were, and all eyes were on you.

“I knew it was y/n Stark! I knew it!” One person shouted with their camera in your face.

“Yes, that’s me, now get your ass away from the blast zone. Trust me.” You instructed them and used your shields to herd the crowd away. It wasn’t long before you got a distress beacon from Quentin and took to the sky, though. Who knows what kind of danger he may be in if he was brave enough to ask for backup? As you landed on the bridge, you were greeted by a familiar face, one that you were surprised to see. Quentin said he took care of him, but by the looks of it, that wasn’t exactly true.

“Y/N?” Peter’s guard was still up due to Quentin’s schemes, but he was still shocked to see you. “What are you doing here? Are you with him?”

“He’s the only person who’s been there for me, Parker. He’s done more for me that Tony ever did.” You clenched your jaw and took one step closer, but noticed something was off. There was a hologram in progress behind Peter. Quentin wasn’t so much down as he was cornered. He needed a distraction.

“I just don’t get it, how could you work with someone like this? He’s hurting people. Was that your idea?” Peter accused you of something the immediate turned your blood to a boil.

“No!” You shouted, beginning to tear up as old memories surfaced. You didn’t think seeing Peter in the flesh would dig this deep. “I didn’t want anyone to get hurt. Why do you think I was on the ground doing crowd control? I couldn’t live with myself if I purposely hurt the innocent—it’s what set me apart from Tony.”

“Tony was a good man, y/n! I don’t know how you could have ever hated him, attacked him, or disgraced him. What did he ever do to you?!” Peter had begun to cry and you weren’t far behind.

“Peter, please don’t do this to me! And don’t lie to yourself, either. I know that Tony wasn’t all that great to you, even if you can’t see it.” You knew that Tony was his idol, but a man like that should not be idolized. Peter looked angry, but he also looked exhausted. He was beaten, bloody, and bruised, and now he was letting you get the final words in. “He dragged you into his petty battles then left you high and dry for months, then held all sorts of threats over your head to keep you in line and tried to take away his gifts to you. And on top of all of that, you were a kid. You still are! And I was a kid, too! Neither of us deserved what we got, but you—you…somehow you struck a chord with him, got an in. You were lucky, but look where that got you.”

“Well, you’re here, too.” Peter gulped and lowered his head for a moment. “So I wouldn’t get too high and mighty.”

“But I’m still standing—” There was a quick bang and you flinched a moment too long. By the time you could focus on what had just happened, Quentin was down and you had rushed to his side as Peter stood over his body. “Beck, hey, stay with me, Beck.” You kneeled down before him and grabbed onto his hand while the other reached for your shoulder.

“It’s too late for me, y/n, but it’s not too late for you.” He told you, accepting his defeat right there.

“No, no, don’t say that. I can still get you help. Please, stay awake.” You begged of him while Peter watched with pity in his eyes.

“I knew that we wouldn’t always see eye to eye on all our operations, but I always knew that you’d do better than me. Don’t become like me, y/n. Promise me that.” He squeezed your hand one last time.

“I, I—Quentin…” You stammered and you pulled you just a little closer.

“Y/N.” Quentin leaned his forehead against yours with tears in his eyes, but yours were already flowing fearlessly.

“I promise.” You whispered to him and held him close until he passed on. Once he went limp, you moved to his side and fell back against the wall, still grasping onto his hand. “He’s gone. It’s over, Peter.”

“EDITH?” Peter put on the glasses to confirm. They did. “I’m sorry, y/n.”

“Me, too.” You sniffled, cooling down a bit from you cries.

“You know, I think you made a good impression on the people today.” He sat down with you and tried to make this bitter moment just a little sweeter. “And you don’t have to go through this alone. Come with me?” Peter proposed and you glared at him before bursting into tears once more and leaning your head against the wall. “I’m sorry, y/n. I really am.”

“Just shut up.” You commanded him while you tried to regain your composure. Once you were given a moment to think, to clear your head, you got up and walked to the damage of the bridge that had become a new exit.

“Y/N? Where are you going?” Peter got up and followed. “I really think you should come with me. It’s the least I can do.” You reached the exit and took one look back at Peter and Quentin, whose body you’d need to leave behind.

“Don’t follow me, Peter. There will be consequences.” You threatened him. “But call me if you need me. Hero business only.” You began your flight out of the crime scene and left Peter in the dust. Moments later, EDITH received a message, your cryptic contact. Peter chuckled a bit, grabbing his ribs in pain, and looked back at the body that you were crying over just moments before. He felt guilty, but it was either him or Quentin, and it was obvious that you understood that…specifically because you didn’t yell at him.

After your sighting in London, news outlets flooded with tales of your heroics, almost like your redemption. Every single one of them wanted an interview with you, even a simple quote, but you were off the radar once again.

Days went by with nothing new or out of the ordinary. Spider-Man returned to New York, everyone was safe and sound, and the world knew peace once again—until a particular news story broke out. Quentin’s Revenge: told by J. Jonah Jameson of the Daily Bugle. In the clip shown by the news, things were taken way out of context. Peter was shown using the drones, commanding them to “execute them all,” then your voice could be heard in the background shouting, “no! Please don’t do this!”

So in the end, Quentin and the team truly helped you reach the hero status, pulling Peter down in the process. And if that wasn’t enough, they added insult to injury by exposing Peter’s secret identity, shocking him to his very core.

“What are you going to do?! Peter?!” MJ frantically asked him as the people of New York began to close in.

“I have to make a call…y/n will know what to do.”

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bubblegumholland · 5 years ago

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Queen Of Mean (2/?) (Peter Parker X Dark! Stark! Reader)

A/N Part two of “Queen of Mean” Happy Thanksgiving everyone! I got a lot of requests to make another part for this so we’ll see if this lived up to anyone's expectations.

Warnings: Mental breakdown, fighting, death, cursing

Y/n tore apart her former room. The one her father helped her paint and furnish when she was fifteen. She glanced at the corkboard on the wall covered polaroids of her and Peter, she smiled longingly at the memories but shook her head.

“That’s not who I am anymore.”

She pulled out a small box from under her bathroom sink. It was filled to the brim with different hair A dyes and bleaches. She had a habit of randomly dying her hair in high-school and she was pleased to see that Pepper hadn’t thrown out her supply. She grabbed a bottle of white/grey and a bottle of bleach and stuffed them in her bag. When she stood she caught her reflection in the mirror. She had deep bags under her eyes, her cheekbones a little more pronounced than four months ago. Her once lively eyes were now dull and lifeless. She didn’t recognize the person looking back at her. A wet substance hit her hand and it took her a moment to realize she was crying. A strangled sob escaped her lips and her knees buckled. She held the sink to balance herself, her hands grabbed a small metal object. Scissors. She brought the sharp and shiny object to her face. Another cry left her lips as the blade chopped through her hair unevenly. Her glassy eyes widened in surprise, she just chopped a chunk of hair off.

“Too late to stop now.” She whispered clutching another section of hair, bringing the scissors up again. *SNIP*

Another bunch hit the floor. She laughed breathlessly and cut off another piece. Every chunk cut off was a weight lifted it off her chest. Soon her hair, that was once as long as mid-waist, was now a choppy bob no longer than her shoulders. She dropped the scissors on the counter and strolled back into her old room, ignoring the mess she’d just made. She sighed opening her closet looking for more shirts and jackets.

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen you here.”

Y/n’s eyes widened and she spun around to face the beautiful redhead.

“Hey, Mom.” Y/n smiled cautiously, shouldering her duffle bag

Pepper smiled sadly at her stepdaughter. “You look lost,” she commented.

“I don’t know what you mean,” the brunette’s eyes hardened.

“I miss my little girl,” the widow admitted stepping forward.

The teenager stepped back, “I’m not sorry, she’s long gone. But you have Morgan now, you don’t need me.”

Pepper’s eyebrows creased, “I still love you, you’re still my daughter.”

“You’re not my mother, Pepper!” Y/n shouted, “My mom didn’t want me! She left me to a man she didn’t even know, some fuck buddy who knocked her up! She left me, dad left me, Peter left me! So, what’s the point in caring if everyone just leaves.”

Tears streamed down Pepper’s face, “I’m sorry.”

Y/n shook her head, “It’s too late for sorry.”

She jumped out the window she originally entered through and disappeared into the night. Leaving her mother figure heartbroken.

_________

Y/n’s blue suit landed at her base on the outskirts of the city. Her gasping breaths shallow as tears clogged her throat. The suit retracted from her form and she stumbled out on the floor. Her cries echoed on the stone walls, pain evident in her voice.

“I don’t know what to do…” She whimpered curling up on her makeshift bed.

“I could help with that,” a voice from behind startled her.

Her suit responded quickly and attached to her arm fast enough for her to aim at the intruder. A man in a green and gold suit with a red cape.

“Quentin Beck,” the distressed girl recognized, her arm not faltering.

My handsome man smiled, “Hello, Y/n.”

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t blast you through the wall,” Stark threatened.

“Because I’ll help you get back at Parker.” Beck tempted.

Y/n hesitantly lowered her arm, “What do you want to do to him?”

“The kid has good spirit, but he is ruining all of my plans. With your brains and my technology we can bring the world to its knees.” He persuaded.

“What do I have to do?”

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Peter scouted the abandoned factory, his footsteps light and quiet in an attempt to go undiscovered. Of course, that would just be too convenient for the poor boy.

“Oh hey, Peter.” Mysterio’s voice spoke.

Peter whirled around to face the mastermind, “Beck! What are you up to now?”

“Oh, Spider-Boy, don’t you mean “what are we up to?”

Peter’s eyes widened as a feminine frame appeared from the shadows. Although her body donned a black leather cat-suit and her hair was now a silvery-white, Peter couldn’t mistake the hazel eyes behind the mask.

“Y/n…” He whispered.

“Hello, Peter. Nice to see you again.” Her voice was just as venomous as before.

Before Peter could reply a beam from Mysterio’s hands flashed towards him. He dodged as his senses tingled and his reflexes kicked in. Beam after beam assaulted the teenager but he was quicker. He shot webs at the psychopath in attempts to delay him but was quite futile. Peter overestimated his footing and stumbled to the ground, and loud charging noise was made and Peter braced himself, but the fatal blast never came.

“What are you doing?” Quentin’s words were broken.

Peter opened his eyes to see his ex wearing the E.D.I.T.H. glasses, with all the droids pointed, but not as him, at Beck.

“Like I would’ve ever let you hurt Peter,” Y/n said.

“You betrayed me-”

“Everyone get’s betrayed, Beck, I’m surprised you’re just now learning that.” She stated.

A shot rang from a droid and sunk into Mysterio’s head. His body hit the floor with a loud thud.

“Oh my god, y/n!” Peter shouted in horror, “You-you killed him!”

“He was going to kill you, Peter. And I hate you but I couldn’t let him do that.” Her chopped hair swayed as she walked closer. Peter scrambled back.

“I-No-You-”

“I know Peter, but think of it as a goodbye.”

“What?” He rushed to his feet.

“I’m done, Peter, I can’t do anything of this shit anymore.”

“Y/n I can help you, this isn’t you, I know who you are!”

“How can you know who I am when I don’t even know!” She snapped.

“Y/n, you don’t have to do this,” Peter begged.

“You don’t even know what I’m doing. I’m not going to be Y/n Stark “Iron Girl” anymore. I don’t need the suit anymore, I can do anything I want without it. And with Mysterio gone, there’s no one standing in my way. I may have saved you this time Parker, but cross me again and I can’t promise I will again.”

“I’m so sorry for everything Y/n-”

“Oh, I know you’re sorry. And soon, they’ll all be sorry. I will rule this city, I will bring it to its knees. And you’re fooling yourself if you think you can stop me. Because the only I’m going down is in a body bag.”

Y/n pressed a button on her bracelet shooting a small device onto Peter’s suit, in his strive to remove it buzz was sent through his body and his unconscious form hit the floor.

“Goodbye, Peter. Until next time…”

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juliaswickcrs · 3 years ago

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TESS BECK + THE MULTIVERSE

( remake of x )

Introduced as a one-off love interest for Peter Parker following his breakup with Mary Jane Watson, Tess Beck soon evolved into a fan favorite, with her backstory and investigative skills bringing in a unique demographic of comic books readers whenever she made an appearance.

The daughter of Quentin Beck and the mutant Beautiful Dreamer, Tess Beck is the best friend of Mary Jane Watson and long-time girlfriend and eventual wife of Harry Osborn. Briefly joining the rogues gallery under the alias Stasis, her popularity surged and the character has made several appearances in Spider-Man Adaptations.

Beck has been portrayed three separate times, although each with different names and varying origin stories.

Her first appearance was in 2002′s Spiderman, directed by Sam Raimi as Theresa Beck. Played by Linda Cardellini, fans were ecstatic to see her character grace the big screen, her interactions with Bruce Campbell’s character leading many to speculate the latter was actually Mysterio. Raimi kept largely to the character’s comic canon, portraying Beck as a loner at Midtown High, whose jealously toward Mary Jane and sardonic humor eventually led to a relationship with Harry Osborn and her arc as the villain Stasis in Spiderman 3. Which was received poorly due to the lack of screen time and development given to the character as a whole.

The character later returned under a new name as Emma Beck--portrayed by breakout star Stella Maeve--in The Amazing Spiderman. An extroverted journalist who was speculated to have ties to Matt Murdock, Marc Webb intended for Emma Beck to have a much bigger storyline in The Amazing Spiderman 2, but unfortunately it had to be cut due to time constraints. Emma Beck was also intended to be the next love interest for Peter Parker in The Amazing Spiderman 3, replacing Mary Jane Watson after the death of Gwen Stacy. However, the sudden cancellation of the series promptly put an end to that plan.

The most recent version of the character has appeared in Marvel’s Captain America: Civil War and Spiderman: Homecoming as the best friend of Michelle Jones (MJ) and a high school rival of Peter Parker’s. Prompted by the recent backlash following the cancellation of TASM3 and script leaks that ignited fan’s rage, Kevin Feige announced that Danielle Rose Russell would be playing the character in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, and that she would play an important role in the future of the franchise. Tessa Beck has been rumored to show up in Wandavision, in addition to her upcoming appearance in Spiderman: Far From Home, with many fans believing Beck will be the key to introducing mutants to the MCU.

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sinner-as-saint · 5 years ago

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headcanons

cherry - stripper reader x mob! seb

cherry p2 - stripper reader x mob! seb

cherry p3 - stripper reader x mob! seb make up sex

cherry p4 - stripper reader x mob! seb

cherry p5 - stripper reader x mob! seb

cherry p6 - mob! seb wanting kids

cherry p7 - jealous mob! seb x stripper reader

cherry p8

cherry p9 - mob! seb x pregnant! reader

cherry!seb x brat!reader

cherry - soft!mob!seb x pregnant!reader

cherry!seb x reader (lactation kink)

cherry!seb x reader sex on a rainy day

sebastian stan hc regarding the men’s health shoot.

y/n calling seb ‘daddy’ for the first time

christmas in the southern hemisphere w/ Bucky

seb edging you for a week before finally giving in

fight and make up sex with geralt of rivia

reader topping geralt of rivia

steamy argument with geralt of rivia

geralt of rivia with shy reader

chubby! bucky taking care of reader on after a bad day

ransom drysdale nsfw headcanon

adore you - professor! seb x reader

post endgame bucky x reader

ransom drysdale x innocent! reader

white wolves (geralt + bucky) x reader

destroyer! chris as biker gang leader x shy! reader

ransom drysdale x step sister! reader

making a mistake while filming a sex scene with sebastian stan

ransom drysdale taming bratty! reader

sugar daddy! sebby hc

quick bathroom sex with Loki

geralt of rivia x virgin! reader

dom! peter parker

sex against glass window w/ ransom drysdale

mob! seb with kids

biker! bucky

ransom drysdale calling reader a dumb baby

charles blackwood x reader

geralt of rivia x reader working in a brothel

ransom finding reader’s sex toys

seb comforting reader

drysdale twins x reader 1

drysdale twins x reader 2

ransom drysdale catching reader

drysdale twins w/ breeding kink

drysdale twins x pregnant! reader

mob! jake gyllenhaal x bratty! reader

dom! tom hardy x brat! reader

dom! bucky barnes x brat! reader

sebastian stan work out vid hc

dom!sophomore!Peter Parker x Senior!Reader

dom!sophomore!Peter Parker x Senior!Reader 2

sub! seb

dom!ransom drysdale

dom!dean winchester

waking seb up

jealous mob!jake

thigh riding kink w/ ransom drysdale

drysdale twins hc

dom! geralt of rivia x brat! reader

bucky barnes hc

blackwood twins hc

mob! chris hc

mob!bucky hc

after care w/ ransom drysdale

dom! jake g

spark - firefighter!bucky hc

frank (from endings beginnings) x reader hc

bodyguard! thor x reader

soft ransom drysdale hc

jealous! seb x reader hc

professor seb! x reader

frank (from endings beginnings) x reader hc 2

mob!bucky x mob!reader hc

drysdale twins hc

ceo!stucky x shy! reader

viking!bucky x reader

jealous professor!seb x reader

ransom drysdale meets his match hc

ransom drysdale x bratty reader

professor!ransom x reader

mob!reader x innocent!seb

mob!seb x spy!reader

mob!seb x police chief’s daughter!reader

drawing bucky like one of your french girls

pornstar!seb x reader

stucky x reader

vampire!seb x reader

chris beck x reader (soft!dom seb)

ransom drsydale x bratty!reader

beefy!bucky x baker!reader

beefy!bucky as a quarantine partner

mob!seb spanking reader while smoking a cigar

being obsessed with geralt’s medallion

bucky barnes x avenger!reader

hate sex with bucky while in quarantine

quarantine with drysdale twins

quarantine with sebastian in his apartment

mob!Quentin x reader

morning sex w/ Seb during quarantine

boxer!seb x shy!reader

balcony sex w/ seb

mob!seb x police chief’s daughter!reader 2

giving mob!seb a bj while he works

surrender - steve rogers x reader

mob!seb gets jealous

best friend! tom h.

quarantine w/ ransom drysdale

boyfriend!andy barber

smut w/ loki on the throne

sebastian x bestfriend!reader watching EB

oral sex w/ frank

grabbing Frank’s ass during sex

sebastian reading your daughter a bedtime story

needy and whiny bucky

mob!bucky x virgin bestfriend!reader

jealous mob!seb

virgin mob!bucky x bestfriend!reader

andy barber x reader

shower sex w/ andy barber

andy barber as a gentle lover

sex demons!evanstan x reader

quarantine with andy barber

mob!seb teaching his innocent!bff how to give a bj

mob!ransom x reader

beefy!boxer!bucky x reader

jealous roommate! bucky

curtis everett x reader

sending nudes to post endgame!bucky

seb calls you a ‘good girl’

mob!yelena x reader

succubus!reader x steve

bastard son!bucky x baker!reader

aftercare with bucky

nomad!steve x brat!reader

charles blackwood taming brat reader

being obsessed with bucky’s dog tags

cockwarming w/ professor!seb while he’s grading papers

bastard!bucky x baker!reader

steve catches you while you’re playing with yourself

mob!seb teaching you how to touch yourself

mob!seb fucks you while million dollar man plays in the background

mirror sex with duke!bucky

seb fucks his frustration out

bucky x breeding kink

morpheus x reader

A/N: You may submit your blurbs / ideas / requests for headcanons. I will try to get back to as many as possible.

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alicemitch09writes · 4 years ago

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the babysitter

pairing: reader x peter parker

summary: Babysitting the little Stark is an adventure, of some sorts. Well, being a (adopted) Stark is an adventure in itself. However, nobody told Peter Parker about the Stark babysitter.

author’s notes: I love Morgan Stark. I would die for her. Kill for her. MURDER even, just to keep her safe. Also, I love how easy we can just make her and Peter come together because they’re Stark’s kids (one biological, one is a sort of surrogate). Also, this idea is a common trope but eh, what’s not to love about it? Had to tweak it a bit by making reader two years older. And yay, I finally got to finish this before its initial release date (which is on Valentine's haha sorry yes am cliche like that sue me).

also available on ao3.

disclaimer: i own NOTHING but the plot.

"Ah, shit."

"Shit!"

You froze, quickly turning on your heel to find a mass of brown hair and big brown doe-like eyes, filled with innocence and mischief all at once.

"Morgan! What are you doing here?"

"Looking for you," she replied easily, tilting her head to the side. "Mommy said she has something to say to you."

"Oh, really now?" releasing a breath - not really shaky but something sort of relief, frustration, and a little bit of nervousness, you kneel to her level, tucking strands of hair behind her ear. "How long have you been looking for me?"

"A few minutes. Maybe 30."

With a smile, you get up. "Well, best not keep her waiting!"

Morgan giggles, seeing through you. She was always too sharp for her age.

You smile with her, a painful tug at your heart when you see the twinkle in her eye - an all too familiar twinkle.

Swallowing the dread, you plaster a quick smile and get to your feet. "Come on now, munchkin!"

She willingly lets you take her in your arms, walking along the compound down to Mrs. Stark's office.

Your relationship with the infamous CEO of Stark Industries was that you’re her cousin's daughter, making her your aunt-in-law. And in the absence of said cousin - your father, as he lived far off or on the other side of the planet, and after some unfortunate events, you were under Pepper's care.

Well, at least for the last 8 years of your life.

And since then, you could always remember how uptight, stern, and organized she was. It came with her job apparently. As was being stressed 24/7 because she had been dealing with the one and only Iron Man, Tony Stark.

Pepper had a great way of dealing with things, keeping some things to a T, and to keep a cool head with it all. Also, she was adamant about keeping you from Tony, away from the epitome of a machine of a man that he was. Oh, many were the nights where you were a witness to just how frustrating the man was, to how much Pepper had to keep herself from breaking down. You were not very fond of him – to say the least, you kinda hated him.

But upon meeting the man, later on, you found that he wasn't all that bad. In fact, he reminded you a lot of your father - workaholic to an extreme, and a bit of a softie. Just big on his ego.

As an added bonus, he completely won you over for being the guy for Pepper after deciding that you weren’t some runt after all.

After the events of Ultron, Tony decided to take you in and take you as if you were his own, treating you like his little assistant. (As he wasn't comfortable with having kids just yet.) You were pretty young, Pepper had that argument too and was fairly backed by Happy, but Tony was all, ‘then best start them young!’ and all went his way, one way or another. You were a smart cookie, at least that’s what Tony said, Pepper added that, and Rhodey – who still didn’t want to force something on to someone so young. And thus, your life with the Stark-Potts couple would never be the same - for better or for worse.

After the Accords, however, things were different. Much different. Both Tony and Pepper were never the same even way before that, but the former looked like a hollow of a man he once was.

As much as Pepper had more rights over you, she didn't want to be unfair and cut you off from Tony completely, and thus, let you do as you please. Honestly, it hurt having to go back and forth between the two, seeing two of the strongest people in your life thread on thin ice. Try as you might, you even attempted to get the two together only to end up with nothing. Happy was there, at least, to make you sane and moving. Rhodey, who still scares you, keeps you in check and on your toes.

However, things managed.

Then a lot of things happened: Tony and Pepper finally patched things up, finally got married - you were Pepper's maid of honor, you were whisked to some Ivy League thanks to Pepper and Tony’s recommendations, Tony suddenly was whisked away to the stars to save the universe, some war FRIDAY relayed in Wakanda, and then half the population turning to dust. A week later, Tony came back - with new friends from different galaxies, you all moved far away – far away from the Avengers, Tony insisted you to help Pepper to keep you busy, Morgan was born, you finished university, and were working on a master’s degree.

And then...Tony-

God, just the thought of him - what he did - still chokes you up. It hurt to hear from Pepper what had happened, to see her – the strongest iron lady you know and love – break into a million pieces, crumbling to the ground and disregarding every rule about grace and poise. Tony. He was like a father to you, the best and worst one you could ever ask for.

After his passing, you made it a point to keep his legacy alive, to ensure that it was protected at all cost - Morgan.

You loved the littlest Stark with all your heart, like the little sister you wished you had. Ever since she was born, already, you vowed to keep her from anything.

She was Tony's legacy.

Well, one of many...

There was that kid from Tennessee, Harley Keener, whom you had the chance and pleasure to be acquainted with.

And then there was-

"Who're you?" a voice asked behind you, breathlessly, curiously.

Turning on your heel, you found a guy - brown hair, pale skin, average height, fit in build, looked like he was around your age - walking in, looking like he had run a marathon.

Scrunching your nose, not really like the way he was trying to piece who you were, you fixed him a questioning look. "I'm-"

"(NAME)!" a bubbly voice called behind you, causing the two of you to turn.

Eyes widening, they then relax, you then sagged in relief and all but ran towards the little girl, taking her in your arms.

"There you are! Where've you been, you?" you ask, tucking strands of hair away from her face.

Giggling mirthlessly, eyes twinkling with mischief, she replied. "Nowhere~"

You rolled your eyes at that, playfully. Her grin grows, eyes crinkling when her lips lift, exposing dimples.

Looking over your shoulder, you nearly forgot the guy behind you, hoisting Morgan up.

"Oh, I'm (Name)," you tell him. "but I think you got that already."

The younger teen looks from the brunette in your arms to you, the cogs in his head whirring. "Are you...?"

"Nope, I'm just a babysitter." Quick to dismiss his question, you shake your head lightly. "An on call at that."

"Ah," was the only thing he could say, not sure what to say next.

"Peter!" the girl in your arms says, a smile still in check.

"Morgan, hey." he walks up, about two feet away.

It was your turn to look between him and the brunette in your arms, fixing an inquisitive look as to the cogs in your head begin to turn - two and two adding up. You did hear things from Pepper, Happy, and Tony.

Like a light bulb moment, you pointed at him. "You're the Spider-Man, aren't you?"

First, he sputters, face morphing into a look of surprise, shock, and embarrassment which ends with his face flushing to the tips of his ears.

Little did he know that you knew long before his cover had been blown.

"Don't worry. Happy's not really that good at keeping a secret." You assure him. At that, Morgan chuckles. You chuckle with her, sharing a knowing look as you bump your noses together. "Well, more like, he's slipping."

"Or getting old!" Morgan chirps.

You share a laugh, again. This time, Peter joins in.

"Anyway, is there something or anything you needed?" you asked, remembering his sudden appearance, adjusting your hold on Morgan, who now was resting her head on the crook of your neck.

"Oh...I, uh, I was just..." he fumbles, fidgeting with his fingers as you stand there, patiently waiting for him to finish his sentence. "...um, I was told to come over...?"

Puzzled, your brows narrowed together. "By who?"

"Me." A voice booms, you all turn, staring at a dark-skinned man donning familiar colors. A taller man stands by him, almost like a shadow.

In the years under Tony and Pepper’s tutelage, months spent and having unlimited access to nearly everything that is related to the Avengers, you found yourself in contact with the new Captain America and his trusty companion, the Winter Soldier.

At first, it was quite intimidating. They were intimidating. But soon, you found yourself warming up to them. They were like brothers, you adored them so much.

Suddenly, the room felt like there was purpose as the two men strode in, and you felt even smaller in their presence.

Just as you motioned to leave, Morgan pipes up, “Sam! Bucky!”

Over time, Peter became a familiar face in the compound.

Aside from helping clean up the mess that Quentin Beck and his lackeys did to the poor boy, he was also heralding in for his part with the new Avengers - Sam Wilson, now bestowed with the mantle of Captain America, with the infamous Winter Soldier, Sgt. James Barnes, as his right hand, much to the displeasure of many governments.

Then again, who were they to decide what's best for this world when they knew nothing of the battles these brave men fought for? Who were they to decide who carries the mantle? It's not theirs, government-issued or not.

Also, in the past years of their hiding, and fighting off Zeemo, they've proven themselves countless times and earned the hearts of many. Whether they like it or not, they were the best choice to serve and defend the innocent.

For Peter Parker, physically 18 years old, filling in his spot for the team was huge.

He was in leagues with a whole bunch of other heroes – Hulk, Dr. Bruce Banner; War Machine, James Rhodes; Scarlet Witch, Wanda Maximoff; Dr. Strange, Dr. Stephen Strange; Ant-Man, Scott Lang; Wasp, Hope Van Dymme; and off the grid were the Asgardians of the Galaxy, and Carvol Danvers, Captain Marvel. Just to name a few. Sure enough, there would be more heroes coming in, it’s only a matter of time after all.

It was a big world - universe, rather.

Eventually, the kid also grew on you, for many reasons. But in those many reasons, it also felt kind of weird - you werethree years older than him. Physically speaking.

He would have been 23, just three years older than you, had he not been snapped away. Or blipped away.

Yawning, you leaned back, stretching your arms overhead. Peeking back at your laptop, to your dismay you found that was still 10 in the morning, there was still a lot of work to do!

Groaning, you made sure to drag on said groan as you massaged the back of your neck. There were a bunch of emails to check, some invitations to decline, and one Thaddeus Ross to bitch about-

“Coffee?”

At the sound of the voice, you looked up and were met with soft brown eyes belonging to one Peter Parker.

“Peter, hey!” reaching for the cup, you wrap both hands around it, relishing in its rich aroma. “You’re a sight for sore eyes,” Having to face your laptop for hours' end, glancing up just barely with how slow your morning was, it really was. Taking a sip, you let the beverage warm your system and kick in, shoulders sagging. “and a savior.”

The corners of his mouth lift, eyes shining a bit, awkwardly shifting foot to foot. “W-Well, I know how much you work. And how much you love your coffee" he does, strangely enough, to note that you loved it black in the wee hours of the day with a bit of cocoa nibs.

"That I do, Petey, that I do."

He watches you take another sip, your eyes momentarily meeting your laptop screen before looking away quickly - nope! Here's your coffee break, take it.

"I see, uh, that you've been busy."

Sighing, you lean against your seat. "Kinda. Sorta. But, yes."

A little while after you first met, you made sure to properly introduce yourself to the lad, keeping in mind that he was an Avenger and that he'd see more of you now that you worked for Stark Industries, and the Avengers.

"Even though you should be…” he glanced away, words failing him.

“I should be…?” you picked up on the end tail of his sentence.

Gulping, his gaze suddenly drops, looking around helplessly. You sat there, worried, taking sips time to time.

It might be his sixth sense – aptly dubbed as his Spider-senses, but he seemed to know exactly how much you loved your coffee. That, or he was really observant.

“Peter, are you okay- “

“Writing!” he suddenly bursts out. “You like writing, right?”

His eyes land on the books on the side of your desk, and a framed article you had written years back for TIME magazine.

Following his gaze, causing you to turn in your seat, you can’t help the soft expression on your face. “Ah, that.”

Using the heel of your foot, rolling forward, you reached for the frame then rested your still warm drink between your thighs fingers smoothing the corners. “Funny story, Tony made me write it. Pepper gave me the idea.” The article was basically about questioning Thaddeus Ross and the Accords and if it was really pro-government and pro-hero at the same time. “Mind you, at the time, things had just been rocky with the whole mess of the Avengers, Tony and Pepper were not in good term. Writing this had been the closest I got them to speak again, because of how I had written it and its effects.” Memories of Pepper giving snide remarks at people who talked shit to you, rebutting gracefully, and Tony, wisecracking any troll who messed with you online. Those were fun times. Messy, but fun times. As you spoke, Peter quieted down, eyes never leaving you as you spoke. Looking at the article one last time, you set it back on your desk before picking your drink and taking a sip. “So, yeah. I do. Love writing, I mean. “

“And haven’t you thought of doing that instead?”

Noting his implication with a hum, you continued. “Instead of handling hero-related antics, right?”

Instantly, his face flushed, expression mixing up as he jumbled on his words. “N-Not that what you’re doing is wrong or anything! I-It’s just…you can-“

“Relax Peter!” You laugh, hand raised to calm him. “I know what you mean. It’s just that,” pushing yourself back, you swayed a bit in your seat “this is my job now, something I’ve been doing for a while and one I enjoy. Stressful as it is, it’s still fun. At the very least, I’m still writing. Plus, I get to be with you guys! So, that works, right?”

“Yeah, yeah,” breathing returning to normal, he nods, replying breathlessly. “yeah, yeah, yeah. T-That’s true.”

Tilting your head, seeing that he wasn’t fully satisfied with your answer, you humor him. “Given the chance, I would’vebeen in the writing field. Who knows? Writing as some underground slob, some hermit, or rise amongst the ranks of those high-profiled writers, or for TIME...”

Smiling wistfully, you were just about to take a sip again when it dawned to you. “Oh, what are you doing here, anyway? Do you have a meeting with Pepper?”

“Miss Potts- oh. Oh, no!”

“Did you wanna see Morgan then?”

“No, no!” he was getting more panicked, which was worrying. Putting down your coffee, you brought both hands to your desk and pulled yourself in, the desk separating you and Peter. He was muttering something under his breath, something you didn’t catch.

“Petey?” ducking your head, for a closer look at him, getting a closer inspection of how hazel brown his eyes actually are.

“U-Uh…” he gulps under your gaze. "...um..."

“Hey, (Name), I need your help with someth-“a new voice pipes in.

The two of you turn, (E/c) eyes widen at the new visitor, instantly, you were on your feet and running towards him.

“Harley!” engulfing him in a hug, you laugh mirthlessly at his presence. “Oh, my god you’re here! How are you? What are you doing here?”

Dang, you forgot just how tall he was!

“Uh, I’m supposed to work on my grant with Miss Potts,” he says, almost carefully staring from you to the lad behind him.

“Ah, yes,” you nodded, snapping a finger and pointing at him in realization. “that was today. Unfortunately, Pepper’s busy with something. Fortunately,” you tilted to your side, hands clasped in front of you then pointing index fingers at him. “Ican lend you a hand.”

Harley smiles at this, especially at your dorky dramatics, you grin back toothily.

Then you remembered that you weren’t alone.

“Oh! Where are my manners? Peter, this is Harley Keener, one of Tony’s boys.”

“You make it sound like I'm a booty call.” Harley grumbled beside you, making you snort and elbow him playfully.

“Well, Tony has a way of calling people and it rubs off pretty easily when you’re around him a lot.”

The taller lad rolls his eyes – playfully, used to your language and overall attitude as a reminiscent of one Tony Stark. Peter, who was still standing there, looks dumbfounded between the two of you, unsure what to do before you called on him.

“Sorry Peter, but I have to attend to Harley. Guess I’ll see you around?”

“U-Uh, sure…yeah.”

Hooking your arm around Harley’s you both walked out, but not before grabbing your still warm coffee from your desk. “Thanks again for this, Petey, bye!”

“He seems nice,” Harley comments, once the two of you get to the elevator.

“Yeah, he is.” You nod, sipping your coffee. “Now tell me, any updates on that crush of yours?”

At this, Harley’s face burns as the elevator doors open.

As Pepper’s assistant, you were basically tasked to help make Pepper’s job easier. As PR, at the same time, you were tasked with dealing with the Avengers’ publicity and ensuring that they look good and handling whatever the media throws their way. Because you were practically raised by Pepper, and the one and only Tony Stark/Iron Man, schooling the media was child’s play to you. Plus, it was really fun dealing with famous people who weren’t super-powered.

Still, as much as you enjoyed your job, you especially loved the quirks that came with it. One of the obvious being that you get to hang with the Avengers. Half of them – who were Tony’s faction during the Civil War bullshit, you grew up with, and the rest just grew on you later.

It was a Friday when you found yourself swinging by the training grounds, looking for Bucky or Wanda with a bag of cheeseburgers to share with and some papers. However, the floor seemed to be empty. Just as you were about to call for F.R.I.D.A.Y. (the AI), you found yourself slipping on some liquid, falling backward with your arms flailing in the air, smacking a nearby tray holding a pitcher and glass.

Faster than you could react, a blur was by your side, a firm grip on your shoulder, and with his free hand, easily caught the tray, the pitcher, the glass, and its contents. All before you could even blink.

“W-Woah…” you breathed, feeling your heart beating wildly against your chest. That could’ve been one nasty accident where you could’ve been wet, hurt, or both!

“(N-Name)! Are you alright?” asked your savior, making you blink at him.

It was Peter.

“Peter…” you said, almost to yourself.

Effortlessly, he set the tray aside, his hand still on around your shoulder, making you feel his strong arm around you.

“I-I’m sorry about that, must’ve tried to do some physics trick but ended up failing and all…” he replied, looking at the water on the ground.

“Ah,” you responded, getting the idea. Surprisingly, with a crinkling sound, you were still gripping unto the cheeseburgers and the papers- no, wait, they’re gone.

Turning your head around, you searched for those papers – which probably should be on the ground from the way you threw them up from the slip.

“Here,” Peter suddenly appears in front of you. Upside down.

“Woah, this is cool,” you remarked all wide-eyed, taking the papers from him, watching him bend over the ceiling to drop to the ground. “Seeing your abilities up close and personal.”

“I-I have other abilities, too!”

“Yeah, I know. You have superhuman strength, enhanced agility, and a super brain.” You list off, heading to the counter to drop the cheeseburgers and papers Pepper assigned you to send around. "No, wait, Happy mentioned it was something else..." scrunching your face, you ransacked your brain for it. "Er, what was it...oh! Peter tingle, right?"

He nearly tripped on his feet but caught himself instantly. "Spider senses! It's called 'Spider Senses'!"

"Ah, is that what it's called?"

That makes Peter sigh, almost frustratingly – like he was to throw a tantrum then and there. He really is a child, you thought.

“I’m teasing you, Pete.” You laugh, leaning against the counter, watching him seemingly deflate, ears slightly red. “But, if you don’t mind me asking," folding your arms behind you, you carefully approach him "can you just break it down to me just how your Spider Senses work?”

Caught off guard by your question, Peter puffs his cheeks. “Um, err…” he shuffles, scratching the back of his neck as words fail him.

Circling, you hop on the counter behind you, patiently waiting on him.

Seeing just how genuinely interested you seemed to be with his powers, it excited him a bit. You weren’t being pushy about it either. In fact, he’s seen you quite a handful of times, and you were always sure to be nice and welcoming, treating him Peter first, Spider-Man second. There were only about a few people who were genuinely interested in how his abilities worked really, one of them was Ned, then there was Mr. Stark, then there was Sam, and then Bucky. And then, you.

“So, um…I’ve got these senses.” You nod encouragingly. “And, uh, they help me be keenly aware of my surroundings and help me react.”

“Meaning, you have times ten the reflexes?”

“…kinda?”

Recalling the almost incident earlier, it was amazing to know just how quick he responded before the inevitable. “That’s cool. I didn’t know spiders could do that.”

“Y-Yeah…” he could only reply, noting how pleased you were with his explanation, how your beating calmed him-

“If this were a comic book, then what you have would probably be the most overpowered ability of all. Still, thanks for telling and trusting me.”

Clearing his throat, he slowly approached you. “So, uh, what brings you here?”

“What, I can’t be here?”

“N-No- th-that’s not-“

Really, he was so cute with the stuttering and all.

“Are you always this awkward around people? Or just girls?”

You really reminded him of Tony Stark with your charm and quips.

“You’re kinda difficult to approach, I guess?”

“Oh, so, I’m a science problem now?”

Peter’s mouth gaped at that, at a loss what to say next. Which in turn, caused you to laugh, head pulled back.

“You’re cute, Peter Parker.” Hopping off the counter, you reached out to pinch his cheek before turning back to fetch the paper bags. “I brought burgers for Bucky and Wanda, sadly, they’re not here, wanna eat them?”

Ever since the spider bite, life for Peter Parker was never the same. And it was probably a given to those who wielded great power, and now, he was one of them.

However, he would never imagine that because of that very spider bite, he’d be in leagues with people he’s admired for a while – the Avengers.

His life would forever change the moment Tony Stark sat in his apartment living room, chatting casually with his aunt, interrogated, and basically recruited him to his faction. Unofficially, that had marked his joining the Avengers.

But it was the Battle with Thanos months later that he was officially an Avenger, which later resulted in him dusting away for five years, then he came back for another fight for his life and the universe, they won but at the cost of Earth’s mightiest heroes. Months following after that were spent in constant fear and mourning that he tried to fight with his teenage life.

Funny thing was, just when he thought life was going his way, there’d always be something to nope him out of it. Mysterio, for one, hijacking his Europe trip and revealing his identity to the world.

For a while, his life was sure to spiral out of control and he’d be torn from his life. Nope.

Because he was an Avenger, not only was he backed by his colleagues, the government – what good half of it anyway, S.H I.E.L.D. and good civilians who were recipients of the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man’s kindness, the fear of his civilian life was protected and secured.

He just never expected that with becoming an Avenger, he’d have the chance to go places, experience new and exciting things, still be himself whilst growing up-

"Alright, little munchkin, open up!"

-and then there was meeting you, (Y/N) (L/N).

By blood, you were Pepper Potts-Stark’s niece-in-law, but by paper, you were practically her daughter/sister, more so as her trusty assistant.

Physically, you were three years his senior. Had the Snap not happened; however, he’d have been three years older than you. Still, he towers over you despite being the ‘littlest guy’ – as Sam would put it.

Using his heightened hearing, he followed after until the voices were closer, and he was standing by the doorway to the kitchen where you were.

You weren’t alone though. No, sitting by the counter, happily watching and smiling at you was little Morgan Stark.

It's a first for him to see you like this - in more casual, comfortable clothes, especially in shorts where he can see your legs. He had to pull himself out of it as he remembered that Morgan was there, singing some song as you sang with her.

It was a Disney song, he realized, from that one movie.

While the two of you were having a mini-concert, the smell of something being cooked filled the kitchen.

“Pasta,” he thought to himself, aloud.

“Peter!” the littlest Stark called from the counter, struggling to hop down, before you helped her down, tiny legs barreling towards him.

Anticipating her approach, he knelt to catch her in his arms, twirling as he entered the kitchen – the smell growing stronger.

“H-Hey, (Y/N),” he says to you, standing straighter.

Offering a smile, you turned back to check on the pasta sauce you were making. “Hey Peter,”

Unsure of what to say next, he lets Morgan play with his hair before coming up with a reply. “F-Fancy seeing you here,” he said lamely.

“Is that a bad thing?”

Realizing his mistake, he nearly drops Morgan, sputtering words. “T-That’s not- No! U-Um,” you were calmly stirring the pot, body turned to him, letting him know that you were listening. “I-I…It’s just, I’m not used to seeing you so casual…I guess?”

“Ah,”

Seriously, why was he so lame?

“It’s my day-off.” You say simply, switching the fire off. “And I make sure to use up my time keeping sane with the help of the world’s most adorable little girl, isn’t that right, Morgan?”

"Working too much is evil!"

"Sometimes I wonder where and how you learn these things," you mumble laughingly, head shaking. "must be a Stark thing."

He laughs with you in agreement. Morgan was scaringly too smart for her own good, clearly from her Stark genes.

"Most definitely a Stark thing," he agrees with you, laughing, eyes glued on your form as you hunt around the kitchen for something. "Need some help?"

"Ah, yeah." Pointing at the pot of sauce, you say. "Can you be a dear and bring that to that table over there?" with the same hand, you bring it back to the small dining table behind you, where plates and utensils sat. "Oh, and be sure to use mittens," you add, producing two kitschy kitchen mittens - one that was an embroidered goldfish, of some sort. "I'm not sure just how strong you are, but you can't be that strong against heat against metal."

"Ha ha, a science joke, I see." he says, taking the handle with both hands.

"It's not rocket science, silly." Holding a bowl full of pasta, you hastily grab a pair of tongs, before the two of you were walking towards the dining room. "Okay, there we go. Oh, just put it right here, Petey." you point at the empty coaster next to the pasta bowl, where he carefully lays it down. "Great, thanks!"

Hands on your hips, you admire your work, clasping both hands together before rubbing. "Okay, lunch is set! Now, where's my little Morgan?"

It was almost too cliché and overused at this point, but nobody that deny that charity galas were almost always a selling point to earn the trust of the most esteemed, high-profile, and probably the snootiest people in the world- all of which, were Tony's words that he had told you years back.

You hated these kinds of events, but again, they sold off to the rich and the famous. And they were a great way to rub elbows with just about anybody.

Never leaving Pepper's side, the both of you welcomed in guests after guests, receiving warm regards from ambassadors, warding off leering looks from power-hungry businessmen, laughing with nobles and socialites, and being graced by esteemed guests. Honestly, you had to give it to Tony and Pepper for bearing with these lot, just being in the same room with them and inhaling their pricey perfumes made you feel ten times older.

When all was said and done, you rushed towards where the Avengers were - all of which were dressed to the nines, all looking like literal gods in a sea of mortals.

Laughingly, half of them seem to enjoy the festivities, some looked bored to death (but came for the chance of exposure), some looked uncomfortable, and mostly seem to just enjoy parading themselves.

It was easy to spot Peter Parker among them, being - as Sam put it - the littlest guy because the rest of the women were in heels.

Meeting your gaze, he lifts his hand into a tiny wave. Giggling, you winked and gave him a peace sign, before turning to a waiter offering drinks. Taking a flute from his tray, you were unaware of the boy's eyes locked on you as you clung to Pepper's side, wearing a polite smile that illuminated your face and the dress you were wearing.

It's just...You look pretty in that dress. Like, really pretty. Maybe prettier than usual

Well, you were always pretty to him whatever you wore - may it be office wear, casual wear, even a bean bag, but tonight, that dress made you look mature, exquisite, and divine. The makeup on your face highlighted some of your features quite well - not too much, but enough to really emphasize your cheeks, your lips, your eyes. And your hair was in a simple style but enhanced your look. Overall, again, you looked really pretty.

Too engrossed in his stare, he nearly jumped in place when Shang Chi came into his field of vision, smirking knowingly down at the young boy.

"That's an intense stare you got there, wanna go talk to her?" the newest Avenger asked, golden eyes alight with life.

"U-Uh...?" he sputtered, feeling the blood rush to his face, just as he saw your face light up - if possible, it made the whole place shine brighter - when Morgan ran up to you. Her dress was a poofier and lighter version of yours.

"No worries, little brother," whispered the man, smirk still in place as he watched you nuzzle Morgan's nose with yours. "I'm not telling."

Okay, he felt screwed.

With all the glitz and glamour that filled and surrounded the life of one Tony Stark, it takes a certain amount of temperament and training to turn one so thick-skinned and fluent in the art of socializing from the regular folk to the nouveu riche to the beau-monde. Despite careful years of watching, observing, absorbing, and taking things into action, the results were the same: it was pretty exhausting.

You didn’t know how Tony did it, nor do you want to know. I mean, there were years of alcohol and therapy. Not to mention, his hands just itching to tinker.

Pepper fared in the best way she could. Seriously, she was the personification of the phrase, ‘grace under pressure’.

Well, maybe until she has someone she can finally rip apart.

Having excused yourself from the scene, you desperately needed to be away from all the glitzy fanfare – too much of it might actually render you insane.

You find yourself in what seems to be a lounge area. There were plants, paintings, some comfortable sofas. Music could be heard from the gala nearby, but here it came as a gentle thrum and hum.

“How’s the party going?” someone asked.

You whipped your head around, searching, finding an old man sitting by one of the sofas.

Putting on a smile – tired, but polite, you say. “Well, it’s still going,” he laughs at that. “Starks’ legacy continues to fill the night. Hopefully, it’ll end well for business and pleasure.”

He laughs again, a gentle, hearty laugh. “Well, that’s a relief. And quite the expectation.”

“Well,” you didn’t mean to sigh so heavily, brows raised slightly. “it is what it is.”

Nodding at the older man, you were just about to find a balcony only to stop in your footsteps.

Slowly, very slowly, you looked back to the lone soul sitting by the sofa – sharply dressed, small, frail, but his posture said otherwise, as did his smile.

And his eyes.

Suddenly, you realized why that old man with astoundingly baby blue eyes with a kind smile looked familiar. You were careful in your approach, as to not bring any attention. "Mr. Rogers?"

Familiarity radiated off his features as he took you in, the same familiar smile on his face. "Hi, (Name),"

"Hi..." you said back in awe, unsure what to do, or say.

"Wow, you're so big now." Baby blue eyes take you in, so warm and threatening to swallow you whole. "And you used to be the littlest thing."

Memories flash of a younger you meeting the famed war hero, Tony by your side. His dashingly, boyishly handsome face. Walks around the compound or the park with his gentle hands in yours. Warm hugs after a bad day at school. The sad look in his eyes when he left the compound. Regret, guilt, and sadness during Tony's burial-

"Come sit by me," he invites, patting the spot next to him.

That seemed to snap you back to your current time, forcing your legs to move. One step becomes two, then three, until you were next to him, (e/c) eyes not leaving his now small and frail form. A far cry from the hulking teddy bear of a man you're used to.

Gentle music from the gala filled in the silence, which just dragged on.

Steve smiled, simply smiling by the silence, blissfully knowing your state of confusion by his presence. But he was content, to say the least, to share the silence with you.

This man, Steve Rogers to many, known as Captain America to all, but to you – and a select few, he was more than that.

In spite of what happened – Ultron, Sokovia, their Civil War, Thanos, this man meant a lot to you, had a special place in your heart that rivalled only to Tony Stark.

"You know,” you said slowly. “Pepper never blamed you...after everything that had happened."

Turning to you, his eyes widened slightly. "Did she now?"

You nod, earrings dangling with you. "It was inevitable, ever since Tony was kidnapped and Iron Man happened. Since the moment those two fell in love, and the Avengers came to be." Breaking into a short laugh, you added. “Maybe even before you and I joined in the mix.”

"Did you blame me?" he asked you, suddenly, his baby blue eyes, though faded with age still held so much emotion.

That question would've been easier to answer then - after months of seeing Pepper and Tony's relationship in turmoil, Pepper in tears, Tony's PTSD, Rhodey's injury, Happy's added stress, the death of the closest thing to a father you'll ever have - but now, all things considered, and with Tony's annoying way of rubbing off you, you knew your answer now.

"No. I don't think I could." You reply, smiling softly at him. "Plus, you remember his speech, right? 'Part of the journey is the end'? Somewhere, deep inside his clusterfuck of a brain, he knew that his death was something he feared very much yet knew would put things into perspective."

"You are Tony's girl alright,"

You scoff, ducking shyly, comforted by his words. "Adopted, maybe."

Lifting your head, it felt like you were young again, meeting Steve Rogers for the first time. Except this time, there was no Tony by your side, but you took comfort in knowing that the phantom comforting chill running down your spine was him.

Steve smiled, one that reached his eyes.

"It's so good to see you again, (Name)."

"Me, too." Eyes misting as you broke into a huge grin, it really felt like you were a kid again.

And it that moment, he couldn't help but feel the same.

"Would you care to indulge this man with a dance?"

"I would love to."

(E/c) eyes wandered about to all the couples that had gathered on the dance floor, humming to the beat of the music – jazz, was it? Maybe something gypsy-like? Do they even allow those kinds of music to be played? Soft jazz, maybe.

The music was gentle, soothing, fitting for the event. It was enough to make your heart settle, after a long, engaging, and rather exciting night.

And It was probably far from over.

From where you stood, the second floor balcony that overlooked the whole area, a rather grand view as though you were some lord. But no, you just needed a breather, to slow down the night that was far from over.

Behind you, someone cleared their throat, rather loudly to catch your attention.

Looking over your shoulder, you find that it was Peter. "Y-You...uh, you look really nice, (Name).”

Lips quirked up, you reply. "Thank you, Peter. This is all Pepper. And, well, Maria." After much thought, fingers smoothing over the fabric of your dress, you added, with a pained smile. "And Morgan. Wanda. Sam. Bucky." You tick their name one by one with your fingers.

"Mr. Wilson and Mr. Barnes?" he was stood next to you now.

"They convinced me to come, after much protest. Morgan picked my dress, really."

"You sound so out of place." His brown eyes search yours. To be at the receiving end of those eyes of his, such big, kind, and warm eyes, made you feel all sorts of funny.

"Oh, trust me, I am. This isn't my scene, y'see, also because I don't really go to these kinds of events. I'm more used to being behind the scenes, working back, or doing my homework while everyone partied." A certain memory roused from the back of your brain, making you chuckle sadly. Having sensed this, thanks to this spider senses, Peter looked up. "Tony," shucks, the mention of his name still hurts. "he would annoy the hell outta me, Pepper, too," she chuckled, almost garbled by the emotions thick in her throat. "but both never forced me if I didn't want to. Sometimes, they'd finish up extra early and bring home junk food to keep me company." Finishing with a sigh, she looked out the dancing couples before her eyes landed on a familiar strawberry blonde woman effortlessly elegant in her own right, ethereal under this light, but ever so heartbreakingly lonely and painful to look at.

Peter followed your gaze, swallowing thickly at that.

"Sorry you had to hear that sob story," you says, in an attempt to lighten the mood, quirking into an easy expression.

Downstairs, the music peaks up, a new song being played.

"Well, to make up for it, do you want to take your mind off it with a dance?"

That made you jump, turning to the younger boy, who was red in the face but had that look of determination in his boyishly handsome face.

You had to chuckle at that, heartily. "Wow, you're good. But okay."

Bucky didn't like it - that little punk was crushing on (Name). Bad.

Thing was, she was pretty oblivious to this. Bucky didn’t like that either. As much as she was Stark's girl, when it comes to things concerning her, it just passed off like the wind. Or maybe water. No, oxygen. Point is, she'd never know unless it was pointed out.

“If you look any harder, the kid’s head might combust.” A voice says next to him, belonging to a familiar blonde – Sharon Carter.

The Winter Soldier made a noise in his throat, eyes cold. "I don't like the way that kid's looking at her,"

"Make you think of Becca, Buck?" Steve asks, humor in his tone.

“Shut up, punk.”

“Well,” Sam appears, elbows on the railing, faint smile quirking his lips. “they are kinda cute.”

Well, fine, they are kinda cute together.

“Good luck trying to tell her that, though.”

But he won’t say it out loud.

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farther to me.

quentin beck x daughter!reader

A/N: this is real fuckin short enjoy the angst

Warnings: SPIDER-MAN: FAR FROM HOME SPOILERS AHEAD!!!!

Dust floated through the dry air, settling on the stone floor and stilling. The air smelled slightly damp, musty, but the scent of smoke from distant fires lingered. Glass littered the floor in shards, the mechanical whirring of drones mixing with distant panicked screams.

Amongst the glass and dust laid a girl. A child, only a teen. A girl who had been gone for five years. A girl who was a starter on the varsity volleyball team, who loved academic decathlon. A girl who had dreams. A girl who had gone on a school science trip to Europe.

A girl who loved her father.

Loved.

A girl who laid on the stone floor, glass digging into her skin as she clutched her abdomen, the drone’s bullet having pierced right through. A girl who listened to her friends screams as the drone began to melt open the door.

Quentin had no idea Y/N was in Europe. Had no idea she knew his secrets. Had no idea she was caught in the crossfire.

Had no idea he had just sealed her fate.

Quentin and his ex-wife’s divorce was messy. She claimed he was insane (but he totally wasn’t, right?) and in the process of leaving him was able to strip him of his parental rights, whisking his little girl away from him.

Y/N was the sun, moon, and stars to him. He’d fondly look back on when they’d go to the park together, a little Y/N riding on his shoulders as they shared a churro. Or when Y/N made the winning spike in her volleyball team’s national game as a freshman. Not to forget the midnight ice cream snacks or the times he’d help her with her with maths and science homework.

And definitely never to forget her cries his ex-wife held on to her arm and pulled her out of the courthouse in 2016.

Quentin barked orders to his headpiece, the drones and his partners in his endeavor obliging and utterly devastating London. A smirk graced his face until a phone number appeared on the interface.

His smile faded when he saw the contact and photo. She was smiling next to him (he was clean-shaven, glasses) in her volleyball uniform, hoisting a national championship trophy. Pure bliss.

“EDITH,” Quentin breathed in, “take the call.”

There was silence on the other end, only labored breathing. He chose to break the silence.

“Y/N/N?”

He heard a sob on the other end.

“Hey dad. Long time no talk.”

“Hey sweetheart. Is everything okay?”

Y/N bit her lip, shaking her head as she forced herself to prop up against the stone wall with a painful hiss. “... no.”

“What’s happening? Y/N/N?” Quentin seemed to forget the charade, his mind reeling.

“I’m, uh... on this school trip. I thought after the blip, after everything, it’d be a good idea. I-I... I needed to call you.”

Quentin smiles to himself a bit. “You can always call me, kiddo.”

“Dad...” Y/N sniffed, her vision blurry. “... I think I’m dying.”

He froze. “... what?”

“I, uh... I got shot by this drone thing... there’s a lot of blood, it-it hurts so much, Dad, I don’t want to die!”

His heart stopped.

“You... no... you’re in London... no... no, I’m so fucking stupid! No! Fuck!” Quentin screamed.

Y/N smiled, letting out a soft chuckle. “I know everything. Peter told me, dad. But I love you. I-I... I’ll always l-l-love you...”

“Shit!!!” Quentin screamed. “Y/N?!?”

The other end was quiet.

Quentin stared ahead with wild eyes, his breathing ragged. He looked at the chaos around him, before his eyes darkened and his fists tightened.

Peter Parker was as good as dead.

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margoshansons · 5 years ago

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The Killing Kind (17/17)

Part Seventeen. 01. 02. 03. 04. 05. 06. 07. 08. 09. 10. 11. 12. 13. 14. 15. 16.

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Final word count: 24.8k

Summary: The kids escape from the trip of hell and finally find some peace back home.

Warnings: Anger issues. Threats.

Notes: Man so this is it. This is the end and final chapter of this amazing series. Thank you all so much for commenting and liking and reblogging. Please remember that while she and Peter are the main ship, this is Y/N’s story. Without further ado, here is the final chapter of the Killing Kind. I hope you guys enjoy it.

Y/N ignored her limp wrist as she made her way to the hotel Mr. Harrington had decided to book last second. She didn’t want to think about how her mother might not be human. She didn’t want to think about her dad locked up in a high profile prison, legally dead to the rest of the world. She didn’t want to think about the fact that the board at her dad’s failing company needed her as the next CEO.

She just wanted to collapse onto a fluffy bed and sleep off the pain that spun through her body.

“Thank god you’re alright!” MJ’s body crashed into hers, the extra momentum sending her spinning. Y/N pulled away, meeting her friend’s red eyes. “I was so worried I would never see you again.”

Y/N stood there, staring at MJ. She was alive. She was here. She was safe. She was real. Y/N pulled her back in for a hug, tears escaping involuntarily.

“Oh my god you’re real” She whispered, voice breaking. “You’re here and you’re real and you’re safe.”

MJ sighed, a smile crawling across her face in relief. “I was worried you would leave me alone with that sweaty guy forever.”

The pair chuckled, pulling away to share a wide smile, tears mirroring each other on both girl’s cheeks.

“Told you I’d be back” Y/N joked, laughter exploding from her chest. Ned gave her a small pat on her shoulder, reassurance. But she didn’t see the person she was worried about most. “Where’s Peter?”

Ned piped up with the answer, “He’s in his room. May called him, wanted to make sure he was okay after everything.”

Y/N nodded, making her way up the stairs.

“Y/N wait!” MJ called, racing up after her. “I uh, I wanted to say that uh,”

Y/N smirked at her attempt to be more vulnerable.

“I’m really grateful to have you as a friend,” MJ said, before turning to head toward her room, trying to hide the blush on her cheeks.

Y/N let out a breath, and she knocked on Peter’s door. The beaten-up boy stood there, phone in hand, EDITH on his face.

“Hey” He breathed.

“Hey” Y/N replied. “Can I come in?” Peter nodded his head, stuttering out an invitation, hastily tidying up what little belongings he had left after the explosion. They stood there, hormones raging as the two tried to figure out their feelings internally.

They had kissed on the plane.

He had given her a necklace. But what did it mean?

“Peter–” She was cut off with a quick kiss. Soft and awkward.

“That uh, that necklace means what you think it means,” Peter confessed bashfully.

She fingered the small charm, placing a kiss near the corner of his mouth before wrapping her arms around him. They stayed that way the rest of the night, snuggling together on the bed, their shared trauma keeping them both awake, but the comfort of their embrace allowing them to fall asleep.

***

The plane ride back was going to be long if the way Betty and Flash were staring at her was any indication. She didn’t plan on accidentally revealing her powers to the two, but she seriously had no idea that they were going to be there with MJ and Ned.

“Everything okay?” Peter’s voice asked.

Y/N stared at her now-boyfriend, grabbing his hand in earnest, plastering a smile on her face. Pretending like her dad wasn’t still alive. Pretending that SHIELD hadn’t just confirmed that everything her father had said was true after testing her DNA for any traces of Aliens.

They couldn’t even pinpoint where she was from. Just that her energy signature matched Thor’s.

“Yeah,” She lied, “Everything’s fine.”

She leaned into Peter’s shoulder, her eye-catching MJ shuffling in next to Mr. Harrington and the other chaperone who had been converted to witchcraft over the course of the trip.

“I uh, I have to do something,” Y/N told Peter, who saw where her eyes were.

“Go ahead,” Peter encouraged, “I’ll uh, I’ll take one for the team.”

Y/N smiled widely, pecking Peter’s cheek while she approached Mr. Harrington.

“Um, Mr. Harrington?” She nervously caught her teacher’s attention.

“Y/N!” He replied, “Is everything okay?”

She shared an apologetic look with Peter. “Actually no, I think Peter’s perfume allergies are acting up around me and I was wondering if I could sit next to MJ”

“Say no more” Harrington stood up immediately, taking Y/N’s former seat, allowing the girl to sit next to her best friend.

“Trouble in paradise?” MJ asked, pulling her earbuds out.

Y/N smirked, “Actually, I just can’t stand him. Needed an excuse to get out of there” She joked, grateful this trip hadn’t ruined the one relationship that mattered to her.

MJ chuckled at the sarcastic humor, offering her dual port to the girl as a peace offering. Y/N took it.

“So which true-crime documentary do you wanna watch today?” MJ asked, scrolling through the movie options.”We got Gacey, Lizzie Borden, Ted Bundy,”

“Oh Bundy for sure” Y/N replied, leaning into the taller girl’s shoulder. “His whole case just proves why assholes shouldn’t be allowed in our legal system.”

MJ clicked on the movie and the two girls snuggled in as the plane took off.

“Hey” MJ nudged her friend’s shoulder, Y/N perked up.”Do you think Peter would be able to give me a ride one of these days?”

Y/N shoved her best friend’s shoulder playfully, the two giggling as they made their way home.

Mid Credits

“Hey MJ!” Peter called, meeting the girl in her neighborhood. “Y/N told me you wanted a ride?” They swung from the highest buildings in New York, MJ’s screams as she free fell ringing through the atmosphere, Peter almost sure that THor could hear her back on Asgard.

They landed in Times Square, MJ’s hair frazzled and her eyes wide in fear.

“Yeah, that settles it” She announced, “I am never doing that again.”

Peter chuckled involuntarily at the blushing teen, her hair wild and frizzy like Y/N’s got every time they went for a swing.

“Where is Y/N?” MJ asked, “I thought she was meeting us here for coffee”

Peter rubbed the back of his neck at the question. “She’s uh, she’s dealing with her dad’s stuff.”

The relationship between the two of them was still a bit of a sore spot between Y/N and Peter, especially since Mysterio tried to kill him only a few days ago. It helped that his girlfriend felt the same way he did about Mysterio, but the relation was still there. She still had to go to the funeral. She was still a part of that fucked up family.

His reverie was broken by the screen lighting up behind him. He turned around to see Quentin Beck’s face.

“I managed to send the elemental back through the dimensional rift but I don’t think I’ll get off this bridge alive” Beck rambled, “Spiderman attacked me for some reason, he–he has an army of weaponized drones, Stark Technology”

Peter shared a look with MJ, wishing Y/N was here instead to soothe his rising nerves.

“He’s saying he’s the one who’s going to be the next Iron Man, no one else” Beck continued, before the video cut to a clearly altered video snippet.

“Are you sure you want to commence the drone attack?” EDITH”s clean voice came in over the speakers, “There will be significant casualties”

“Do It” Peter’s own voice startled him. “Execute them all”

No, no, no, no, no. That was taken out of context. All of it was!

“There you have it folks” J Jonah Jameson spat, “Undeniable proof that Spiderman was responsible for the brutal murder of Mysterio. An interdimensional warrior sent to protect our planet along with his daughter, who has now become an orphan thanks to this menace.”

Peter shook his head. Please let Y/N refute this, let her take care of this.

“But that’s not all folks, brace yourselves you may want to sit down.”

Peter watched as Mysterio released the most valuable information of Peter’s. He watched as Mysterio tore his life apart with six words.

“Spiderman’s real name is Peter Parker!”

His picture was posted all across the square, everyone knew who he was. Everyone.

“We have an exclusive interview with Y/N Beck aka Stasis commenting on her father’s death and her relation to the masked menace.” Jameson continued.

Peter watched as Y/N stood behind a podium, lawyers on her left, publicist on her right. Her black mourning dress was covered by a green velvet jacket, but when Peter squinted, he saw the sunflower adorning her neck and he knew that she was on his side.

“My father loved creating illusions” Y/N admitted, addressing the crowds of reporters. “He loved them so much he somehow managed to create the biggest one after his death. Spiderman did not kill my father, in fact, he is the only reason I lived through that traumatic experience. My father’s death was caused by his own carelessness, and while I want someone to blame more than anyone, Spiderman is not that person. My father’s last words were about how people want to believe. So let’s believe. This child is not a menace, nor is he the hero you assume he is. Spiderman has saved our lives countless times, let’s believe in him rather than videos that can be easily doctored, thank you”

As she left reporters began to hound her once again, her publicist shooing them away while Peter watched his life and his girlfriend’s life fall apart.

Post Credits

The prison stank of sweat and testosterone but that didn’t deter Quentin as he was escorted from his solitary cell to the visiting room. His orange jumpsuit was hideous and hardly comfortable, but he could ignore all of that.

After six months, he was finally going to see his daughter again.

She looked older. Like somehow she had aged several years in his absence. Maybe she was miserable without her dad. Maybe she was here to help him with his case. Maybe she was here to bail him out.

Her sunken eyes hardened at the sight of him, his smile never leaving his face as he gazed upon the girl that was his light, his life, the only reason he never went mad in this dull excuse for a secure prison.

“New Jacket?” Quentin asked pointing toward the teal that enwrapped her shoulders.

‘I know what you did Dad” was all Y/N said in response. “I know what you did to Peter”

Quentin went silent at the boy’s name.

He deserved it. He had ruined everything. He deserved to have his life torn apart like Quentin’s was.

“It’s not just his life that has been ruined” Y/N urged, eyebrows creasing, “I have reporters daily knocking on our doors, asking all about you and Spiderman.”

“I didn’t mean for that to happen honey” Quentin leaned forward to grab her hand. She ripped it out again.

“Don’t call me that” Y/N spat. “You’ve interfered in my life long enough. Leave my friends alone or I will come in here and kill you myself.”

He scoffed. “You don’t have it in you. You said it yourself, You’ll never be like me. You can’t kill me”

His throat constricted, the blue energy surrounding his neck, squeezing his breath from his lungs.

“You forget,” Y/N threatened, anger lacing her eyes, “I inherited your temper. And we’re surrounded by SHIELD agents who wouldn’t care if I stole every last breath from you. So leave my friends alone, because love is like any other emotion daddy,” She taunted.

“It. Fades.”

He regained his air back, breathing returning to his lungs like a drug addict to heroin.

“Do we have an understanding?” Something dark swirled in the eyes of the girl he had raised. Something he had created.

He nodded, the guards escorting him back to his cell, a new cellmate waiting for him.

“Hey, buddy” The grey-haired man offered his hand, “Adrian Toomes, nice to meet you.”

***

Y/N scanned the papers scattered across the table in her father’s old apartment. She officially got it in the ‘will’. It was hers now. Paid for and a home she can build for herself instead of the old musty church she had found months ago.

She and her lawyers were currently working with Stark Industries to buildup her father’s company once again. It was all her idea. A great publicity stunt to show how much her father had respected the late hero, regardless of their rocky past. Unfortunately, that included hiring her as CEO, as well as repairing the shitshow that was their relationship with Spiderman.

Her chest constricted when she thought of Peter. Forced into hiding. Unable to even go to school. The last she had heard from him he was somewhere in Africa. Happy assured her that he was safe. But she would be lying if she said she didn’t miss him and Aunt May.

She really only had MJ and Ned now. And while Flash was treating her better, she really only wanted Peter with her.

The wind fluttered behind her and she sighed, upset at MJ for leaving the window open again. As she turned around her eyes met green.

A slender woman stood in her living room, dressed head to toe in a green dress that looked like it belonged at a gala instead of a run-down apartment in New York City.

“Who the hell are you?” Y/N asked, crossing her arms in an attempt to look intimidating.

“The names Lorelei sweetpea” The woman’s silky voice uttered, taking in every bit of the teen before her. “But you can call me Mum.”

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Manipulated Realities (Peter Parker x (female) Reader)

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[Storyline: [Past Far from home] you have been dating Peter for a few years now, not counting the 5 years, because we´re both blipped. He went on the Europe trip while you stayed home due to the fact that your family couldn´t afford the trip and only saw what happened on the tv. It was pretty hard after Mysterio told the world about Spider-Man´s true identity, but Mysterio was dead and you had never gotten into any serious trouble.]

“We should move on, Peter, let´s face that I can´t do this, no matter how hard you try,” you say, looking at your boyfriend, Peter Parker.

“Y/N, it´s really easy, seriously. You just multiply this, add those two together and then subtract this, see,” he tried to explain the task again.

You put down your pen: “I get that, but it doesn´t make sense to me.”

“It´s maths, it´s not suppose to make sense.”

“But how can I fix an issue, that doesn´t even make sense? I don´t get it.”

“Just try to do the maths and the one asking you the question can solve the issue?”

You yawn: “Too much maths today, sorry, babe. I´m actually really tired as well and it´s dark already, so I might be heading home.”

“May said, you could stay for dinner.”

“I know, thank you, but I don´t really want to bother you. And my mum has cooked dinner as well and since she has cooked for four people, I really can´t miss dinner.”

Peter nodded and you started packing up your stuff. As soon as you´re finished, Peter walked you to the door.

“Bye May, thank you so much for having me!,” you yelled towards the kitchen.

May poked around the corner: “Aren´t you staying for dinner?”

“No, sorry, May, I better get home, my sister is over and mum cooked dinner for the four of us and for once not got Take-Away or had her weird boyfriend cook for us.”

“Stay safe, Y/N,” May said, waving goodbye before going back to the kitchen.

Peter hugged you goodbye and kissed you, before opening the door for you. You stepped out of the door, checking if you actually didn´t forget anything.

“Text me, when you´re home, babe,” he said, before waving and closing the door behind you.

You walked down the stairs and onto the still busy streets of Queens. It was Winter and it was freezing outside. Especially now, that it was dark, it got even colder. You pulled your jacket slightly closer and shiver a little. Your home wasn´t far from Peters place if you took the short cut through a less crowded alley. You weren´t supposed to do that at night time, but it was freezing, so you didn´t really care. You just wanted to get home. You were slightly into the alley where no one was walking around right now, when you heard a small help from a small side alley.

“Hello?,” you asked.

“Help,” you heard again.

You were scared, but you wanted to help the person, so you walked into the alley. It was really dark, so you took out your phone and light up the flash light on the phone. There was a man that looked really familiar sitting in the corner. His arms and legs were bleeding and he looked helpless. But the second you recognized the guy, you took a step back and dropped your phone in shock. It crashed to the ground and you could hear the glass splinter.

“This can´t be. You- you are Mysterio! The guy who tried to kill Peter and then exposed him to the world! You should be dead, he saw you dying!,” you exclaimed in pure fright.

“He killed me! Or at least tried to!,” Mysterio grunted.

You picked you phone up with a shaking hand and took a few more steps back. Mysterio tried to move and groaned in pain.

“Please, I can tell you what really happened that night, but I need help right now. Some guy smashed a bottle over my head and I got pieces of glass cutting open my arms and legs with every move.”

“I´m gonna call an ambulance!”

“No, please don´t, Everyone thinks I´m dead, especially Peter and I don´t know what would happen if he figured out I´m not.”

“Fine, what am I supposed to do?”

“Could you please help me up and walk me home?”

“I can help you up, I don´t know about the rest.”

You carefully walked up to him, expecting him to jump up and grab or kill you any second. But he didn´t. He stayed on the ground, hardly moving and groaning the entire time. You crouched down, took one of his bleeding arms, put it over your should, put your arm around his hip and tried to help him up. He was heavy, obviously, since he was a grown man and you had your trouble getting him back on his legs. But with him helping, you eventually got there. As soon as you tried to let go, you felt him struggle standing though, so you kept holding on.

“You should really go and see a doctor. You probably don´t want to die. Again,” you said.

Mysterio nodded: “I´ll be fine, thank you, Y/N.”

You almost dropped the guy next to you in shock: “How do you know my name?”

“Wait, your name is Y/N? I didn´t know to be honest. You just reminded me of someone called Y/N.”

“You´re scary. And I´m sure you´re lying. You are pretty sure just been stalking me. You know I´m with Peter and you use this as some weird way of getting back at Peter for destroying your plans to fool all of us.”

“Wait, you´re Peter´s girlfriend? I am so sorry, he´s the one who´s been fooling everyone. He pretended to be the hero, because he just wanted to be the next Iron Man. Even better than him. He set up the drones with technology he got from Stark to create fictional threats he could defeat without getting into danger. And when I found out, I tried to stop him, but he tried to kill me and almost succeeded. I had to tell the world the truth.”

“Why would I believe you? Peter told me you tried to kill him after he figured out your plan to take over the world!”

“Has Peter ever lied to you?”

You stopped and thought about it. He lied about so many things if you were honest with yourself. Though you didn´t want to be. But he lied about going out so many nights. You knew now that it was because of his duty to safe the world, but back then? You always thought he´d be seeing another girl. But apart from that.

“See, you´re hesitating. I know, Y/N, he has lied to you before. I promise you, I don´t lie. After all, I´m the one, who ended up being dead. Or at least, seemed to be dead since someone rescued me,” Mysterio said.

“If you don´t lie, tell me about yourself! Who are you and who do you think I am?”

“Well, my real name is Quentin Beck. And I´m, I know this sounds weird, uh, but I´m from a different universe. Still from earth though. I don´t know if you know the multiverse theory, but it´s true, all about it. There are several universes. And in my universe, Peter Parker turned evil and he ended up killing my family. So I came here and tried to stop that from happening. I just couldn´t and I´m so, so sorry for that. I didn´t wanted you to go through this again. In my universe, you were my daughter. Peter manipulated you into dating him and ending up killing you, I´m so sorry, honey,” Quentin explained and started crying slightly.

“Mister Beck, I´m really sorry for what happened, but please don´t call me honey. I don´t have a father, he died ages ago and this is all a bit much right now.”

“I´m sorry. But please call me Quentin. Do you believe me?”

“I don´t know. Maybe. Well, yeah, I kind of do. You don´t seem like your lying,” you answered.

“It´s just all so hard to believe. That Peter would actually kill someone or even kill me. He could never. I really don´t want to believe it,” you then added.

Quentin nodded: “I know. Peter is such a nice kid and I really believed and trusted him. I never thought he would try to kill me.”

“What about the elementals though? You told everyone they killed your family!,” you suddenly realized.

“I know, I had to. I couldn´t tell the world, Peter Parker or well, Spider-Man killed my family. I didn´t wanted everyone to be terrified of him, even though he never did anything. So, I blamed the elementals that Peter made up, because they were evil all along.”

You nodded: “Makes sense.”

You started thinking about all the stuff Quentin just told you while walking him home. His place wasn´t too far from yours and he promised you to stop by during the next days. When you entered your flat, you mum immediately came from the living room.

“Oh my, there you are! Y/N, I was so worried, why didn´t you pick up or responded to my texts? I even called May, because I was so worried! She thought about sending Peter to find you! You scared me! And May and Peter. I need to call May immediately telling her you´re back!,” your mum practically yelled and ran back into the lounge.

You took off your jacket and put it in the wardrobe and kicked your shoes into a corner, before following her into the living room. Her weird boyfriend Gutes and your older sister Kylie were sitting on the couch, talking. They didn´t even seem to realize you when you enter the room.

“Good evening,” you said, trying not to yell.

The sudden silence startled you a little. Kylie and Gutes stopped talking and looked at you, before Kylie jumped up and ran up to you to hug you.

“Oh, you´re okay, Y/N! I was so scared, if wouldn´t know what I´d do if something happened to you! You´re the only sister I have!”

“No worries, Kylie, I´m alright. Just, on my way home, I found a man that was badly injured and I had to wait for the ambulance. That´s all. I just forgot to call, you know me.”

“That can´t happen again, Y/N, May and Peter have to do enough already. May is just trying to call Peter to tell him, you´re alright,” your mum complained after she hang up the phone.

“I just helped someone, what is so wrong with that? It´s something Peter is supposed to do but didn´t do after all. So called superhero,” you yelled.

Gutes was the only one still sitting at the couch not saying anything. You´re mum stepped closer while you took a step back. You wouldn´t admit it, but you were terrified of her, since she has hit you before when she got angry. “Oh, would you look at that, my adopted daughter thinks of herself as a hero who doesn´t have to inform her family any more if she´s saving someone,” she yelled back.

You flinched: “I´m gonna go to my room, I don´t want to do this right now.”

With that, you left the living room and went to your own little space. As soon as you closed the door, you started crying. You hated it, when she called you adopted. You were adopted, but that was not the point. You were supposed to be like a family, you were two when she adopted you and you have spent all of your life with her as your mum. But when she got mad, she called you adopted a lot, because she knew it made you feel like a lesser part of the family.

You climbed out of your window and onto the fire ladder, just staring down. You could see Quentin´s flat from your seat. Actually, you could even see Quentin, cooking something, even with both of his arms and legs bandaged. He was really concentrated and didn´t pay any attention to you watching. He was done rather soon after you sat down and left the room, turning off the light. Suddenly, someone stepped next to you. Peter.

“You´re alive, babe, thank the oceans. I was so worried about you! You could´ve been hurt or dead or I don´t know what!”

“What happened really? That day in London, when Mysterio died.”

“What? Why do you want to know that?,” Peter asked confused and sat down next to you.

“I just want to know.”

“Well, I told you. Mysterio used the E.d.i.t.h. glasses to bring the Stark drones to earth, weaponized them and staged a huge fight between him and some avengers level threat to become one of the biggest heros on the planet. And in the process he tried to kill MJ, Ned and Betty and well, sort of Flash, but he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. In the end, Mysterio got hit by one of the drones and died.”

“Have you ever lied to me?”

Silence. Peter was thinking. Sure, he knew he had lied to you about being Spider-Man and obviously about being busy at night time and even MJ knew before you did, but apart from that, he didn´t really remember lying to you.

“No, of course not. Not after you knew I was Spider-Man. And before that just about being Spider-Man, you know that.”

You nodded: “Did you check if Mysterio was actually dead?”

“Well, sort of, I guess. I asked the Edith glasses and they said yes. Or well, I asked, if there were any more projections and the glasses said no.”

“So, you don´t know if he´s actually dead.”

“He is, trust me!,” Peter said.

You looked towards Quentin´s kitchen window. Still no light. Maybe it was better this way. If Peter didn´t figure out that Quentin was still alive, it would be better.

“So, the glasses listened to you as well?,” you asked next.

“Well, to be honest, Stark gave them to me rather than Mysterio, I was the one who gave them to Mysterio.”

“So, you lied to me about the glasses? You never told me they were yours!”

“I didn´t lie, I just didn´t tell the irrelevant part of the story. What is up with you tonight?”

You sighed: “Sorry, Peter, I don´t know what to think right now. But, I want us to stop seeing each other for a bit. I need a break, I really don´t know if I can still trust you right now, I´m really sorry.”

“You- Are you saying-,” Peter stopped.

“We should break up, yeah. For now. I need to figure some stuff out, I am really, really sorry.”

Peter nodded and got up: “I guess, I should leave. Thank you for 2 amazing years, Y/N.”

“Thank you, Peter,” you whispered.

You turned your face away to hide your tears. Peter, jumped off and left you alone with your tears. You felt bad for breaking up if you were honest, but what other choice did you have? He lied to you and who knew what else he was lying about. Maybe, everything that Quentin said was true. Maybe, Peter was the villain here. In that moment, you see the light in Quentin´s kitchen being turned back on. A few seconds later, he stepped up to the window and looked around a couple of seconds until he spotted you, sitting crying on the fire ladder. He waved with one of his bandaged hands. You waved back, still crying.

You just sat on the ladder for a bit longer, before heading inside and to bed. It was till quite early, but the evening was a mess and you didn´t feel like staying up any longer.

When you got up in the next morning, you didn´t feel any better. Your eyes were red circled from crying and hardly sleeping last night, you felt slightly sick and you were just not ready to get up and go to school. But you had to, no way around it. So you forced yourself out of bed, put on some cloths and went to the kitchen. Gutes was sitting there talking to your mum while your sister made pancakes.

“Oh, good morning, Y/N, I´m so, so sorry for last night. I was just so worried about you, I didn´t mean to,” your mum apologized as soon as she saw you entering the kitchen.

You shook your head: “Doesn´t matter, I just had a bad day yesterday.”

“What happened?”

“It´s just- Peter keeps lying to me. And I don´t know, I feel like I couldn´t trust him any more, so I broke up with him last night. He came over and I told him, that it´s probably better, if we stop this for now. But we´ve been dating for two years, I just don´t know, if I wasted the best relationship I could´ve gotten or the past two years,” you tried to explain and almost began to cry.

Your mum came up to hug you: “It´s alright, honey.”

You pushed her slightly away from you and took your lunch as well as one of the pancakes: “Sorry, I´ll head out, need some space right now.”

After your mum nodded, you just left the house, slowly walking to the bus stop while eating your plain pancake. As soon as you got on the bus, you could see Peter sitting there on his own. He looked at you for a second, almost slightly smiling, before looking at his phone again. His eyes were red as well. Obviously. It wasn´t easy for either of you two. You felt bad, so you looked away, walked past him and sat down in the back of the bus. You took out your phone and your headphones and put on some music.

When you arrived at the school, you were the last to get off the bus, just so you could do better in staying away from Peter. You watched him from afar, greeting Ned and MJ, before heading into the building. He was probably about to tell them what happened, what was fine, but maybe for now it was better, to stay slightly away from them. Just in case.

“Y/N, wait up,” Betty suddenly yelled and ran up to you, before hugging you.

“You look horrible,” she added.

“Well, I don´t feel to good either to be honest,” you answered.

“Does that have to do with the fact, that you aren´t with Peter right now?”

You nodded: “We broke up. Or, I did. I don´t- it just didn´t feel right.”

“Hey, that´s alright! I´m still with you!”

Betty and you have been close friends for a bit, so you ended up spending most of the day with her. The day started off quietly, but after Flash found out, you were single again, he wouldn´t stop flirting and asking you out, no matter how often you told him, that you weren´t interested in dating him.

“Hey, Y/N, MJ and I are gonna catch up with some others in the Café later on, you want to come?,” Betty asked after school.

You shook your head: “No, sorry, I´d better go home. Besides, MJ probably hates me.”

“I don´t think she does, but it´s fine. We´ll catch up tomorrow, yeah?”

“Of course,” you answered before getting on the bus.

You looked if you could spot Peter anywhere, but when you couldn´t, you relaxed a little. You sat down and started listening to music again.

Back at home, you sat down on the fire ladder again, starting to figure out your homework. The fresh air was a good way to concentrate. You hadn´t done much, when someone sat down on the stairs just next to you.

“Are you alright?,” Quentin asked.

You stopped writing and looked at him: “Yeah, sure, why wouldn´t it be?”

“I´ve seen you coming out here last night just shortly after you got home and well, I´ve seen Peter leaving and you looked quite upset.”

“Well, it´s just, we´ve talked about trust and I realized that he´s been lying a lot to me. So I- well, I broke up with him.”

“I´m so sorry, Y/N, he should´ve been honest with you.”

“Well, I guess you´re just not honest when you are the villain. Because telling people that you killed someone or maybe threatened them does not make people like you.”

You chuckled: “That´s true.”

“Dinner!,” your mum yelled from inside.

“Oh, and bring your friend, I can see you´re talking to someone!,” she then added.

You nodded towards Quentin: “Well, I think you´re invited for dinner!”

The two of you headed down into the living room. Gutes and your sister were already sitting at the table and your mum just brought in the last bit of food.

“This is Quentin Beck! He´s the guy I saved last night,” you explained.

You mum put down the food before shaking Quentins Hand.

“I´m (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N), I´m (Y/N) mum,” you mum introduced herself.

“It´s a pleasure to meet you, Misses (Y/L/N),” Quentin answered.

“And these are my mums boyfriend Gutes Guterman and my sister Kylie,” you introduced the two people sitting at the dinner table.

“Really nice to meet you,” Kylie said, while Quentin just waves awkwardly.

“I really thought, your friend is your age,” your mum whispered to you, before sitting down.

“Thank you for dinner, Misses (Y/L/N),” Quentin said after dinner.

Your mum nodded: “Well, it was a pleasure having you over for dinner!”

“And I´m honestly really sorry for what happens next, but your daughter was just dating the wrong person. You know, you get involved in stuff when dating a hero. And so does your family,” Quentin suddenly said and got up.

You looked confused towards him until you realized that Gutes was getting up as well. And suddenly, everything happened at once. Gutes and Quentin pulled out guns, Quentin dragged you from your seat and pressed it against your head. Gutes didn´t precisely point the gun anywhere. You started to realize your mistake.

“We don´t want to kill anyone, so don´t make us and just follow our instructions. I want to go public again and be a superhero. The story behind it will be, that my wife and my daughters escaped the elementals on my earth and managed to get through a portal to this earth. The found me, almost dead, and saved my life. And you will be playing my family. You´ll even get some attention, isn´t that great? The family of a superhero who is at the same time the only reason this hero is still alive,” Quentin explained his plan.

“Why did you make me break up with Peter then?,” you asked confused.

“He´s always around you, he wouldn´t have let you close to me at all and if he knew I was still alive, I probably wouldn´t be any more by now.”

“So, it´s nothing big. I just need you to pretend to be my family on tv. And, to make this whole thing more believable, I get to move in with you. Also, so I can check you´re not doing anything behind my back!,” he then added.

Your mum just nodded and Quentin took the gun away from your head. Your legs gave up underneath you and you dropped to the ground, shaking violently. You were terrified and felt so guilty. None of this would´ve happened, if you never dated Peter in the first place. Or broke up with him. Or met Quentin. But, your mum dated Gutes and how did he fit into the picture?

“Who are you really, Gutes?,” your mum asked, seemingly reading your mind.

“Gutes Guterman. Former employee of Tony Stark and part of Quentin Beck´s Crew. And, as amazing as you are (Y/M/N), not actually in love with you. I was just supposed to spy on (Y/N),” he explained.

During the conversation, Quentin sat down next to you, pulling you in a hug. You didn´t complain or pushed him away, you were just way too terrified of him right now.

“It´s gonna be alright, honey, I promise,” he then said as if he was actually your dad.

You were disgusted by him saying honey, but too scared to say anything, so you just let it happen. Why did you trust Quentin?

Quentin lets go of you and gets back up while you just stay sitting on the ground.

“So, this is what´s going to happen,” he started explaining.

Everyone stayed quiet, unmoving, except for you who was shaking.

“I´m going to create a threat, threathening Y/N, my beloved daughter. I´ll safe her, looking like I came back from the dead, being a hero once again. Y/N explaines to the media, how she looked for me after I did all these hero things and failed to safe the world from Spider-Man, found me, helped me back into life and started dating Spider-Man solely for spy purposes. Because, obviously the media knows you as Spider-Mans girlfriend. Everyone is happy and I can be the next Iron Man, that´s perfect isn´t it? And Y/N even get´s famous as the one who saved the greatest hero of all time.”

“Wait, you´re risking my daughters life to get famous?”

“Who said that I´d risk her life? She´ll be perfectly safe, I can control what happens.”

“What- what if I say no? If I don´t cooperate?,” you asked, your voice still shaky.

Gutes cocks his gone.

“You love your sister and mother, right?,” Quentin asked.

You nodded.

“Well, in that case, I would stick to my plan.”

You nodded lightly. Great, how did you end up in this mess?

You looked down onto your watch. You were almost at the bridge. Ten more minutes. Quentin told you, to be standing in the middle of the bridge. One of his Crew members would get out of the car, armed, shooting around, not actually hurting anyone and then take you hostage. You hated the plan, you hated Quentin and you hated the fact you believed him. It was your fault you ended up in this mess. You tried not to start crying as you were terrified. You messed up pretty badly.

The bridge. You look at your watch again. Five minutes. You took out your phone, checking your surroundings. If no one was watching, you could maybe sneak Peter a message. You could hardly hold onto your phone, you were way too scared. But the coast was clear. This was your chance.

I´m so sorry. I need your help. I´m at

A loud noise made you look up. You hit sent within the second. And you were right about it. Gunshots were ringing through the air. People started screaming. You rolled onto the ground instantly. You knew that you didn´t have to, because you weren´t supposed to be hurt, but there was no reason to trust the person who lied to you all along.

You couldn´t actually tell what was going on or what happened, but you felt yourself being pulled back onto your feet. For a second, you hoped it was Peter, but when the person pulled you closer to him and pressed a gun at your temple. You tried to relax, though the situation made that plan rather hard.

“Everyone stand down or I´ll shoot her,” Quentin´s Crewmember yelled directly into your ear causing you to flinch.

“Get your hands of my daughter!,” Quentin yelled.

People around us gasped. I heard some of them yelling “Mysterio”, not believing that he´s actually alive. You rolled your eyes. Before you could react to anything, you were pushed to the ground. A woman ran over to you, helping you up immediately and taking you slightly from the fight. You knew it was fake. Mysterio fake fought his crewmember. The woman next to you was getting almost uncomfortably close, trying to protect you. You carefully push her a little to the side.

“I´m alright, Ma´am,” you said softly.

She looked at you: “I´m sorry. Of course you are. I just didn´t want you to get hurt, Mysterio almost lost his own life, no reason to loose his daughter too.”

“I´m not-,” you stopped.

Quentin was way too close to you. If you said something, you would mess up.

“I´m not in danger, he seems to be busy enough. But thank you,” you answered, smiling at her.

We stood down, watching Quentin and his henchman fight until the henchman pretended to be defeated and ran off. Everyone around us started cheering and clapping. Quentin walks up to you and pulls you into a hug. You carefully put your arms around him, not really wanting to hug him but knowing, that he is gonna hurt the people you care about if you don´t. You feel him moving, he´s looking for the press to announce his comeback. To announce how you saved his life back in London, you, his daughter.

Before he could even say anything you hear it: “Get your hands off of her!”

Peter. It was Peter. You tried to get away from Quentin, but he held you close to him. He was way too strong for you to get away.

“What are you doing Mysterio?,” a woman yelled, confused about him not letting me go.

“I´m trying to protect my angel!”, he tried to explain.

“Then let me go and fight him,” you answered.

You try not to show, but Quentin´s grip got even stronger and he slightly turned your arm around, indicating to stop your behaviour.

Peter was just watching. He knew, if he tried anything now, he would risk your life.

“I can take you daughter and protect her, then you can fight Spider-Man,” yelled another woman.

She ran towards Quentin. Quentin was slightly distracted and loosened his grip for a moment. You used that moment, pushed yourself out of his grip and started running. Peter realized and jump towards Quentin.

“That´s not my dad! Spider-Man is my Boyfriend, Mysterio manipulated me to hurt him,” you yelled, running towards the group of people staring.

When you stopped running, you started telling everyone what happened: “Back in London, the person who tried to be the next Iron Man, the person who was alright with casualties, the person who tried to kill Spider-Man, it´s Mysterio. Mysterio is the Villain. And he tried to tell the world that I´m his daughter to get out of this.”

And people started talking about what I just said.

A few days later, you were sitting outside on the fire ladder. Almost scared, you looked towards the apartment that Quentin used to live him. Everything was dark. Luckily. Your Mum broke up with her boyfriend and everything about Quentin was finally out of your life. After the incident on the bridge, most of his henchmen and Quentin himself were arrested. Peter was still out as Spider-Man to the entire planet, but at least, he´s not the villain any more.

Suddenly, you heard footsteps next to you. You look up to see Peter. You didn´t talk much during the past days, but you just needed to talk to him. He sat down next to you and you both stayed silent for a little while.

“I´m sorry,” you suddenly started.

He looked at you.

“I´m sorry for not trusting you. And honestly, I´m even more sorry about breaking up with you. I can understand if you don´t want to forgive me, but honestly, I just need you back in my life.”

Peter came closer to you and put his arm around you. You leaned your head onto his shoulder, carefully.

“It´s not just your fault. We both messed up. I really shouldn´t have lied to you. There was no shame in telling you about the glasses and about the incident and I still didn´t. You had every right not to trust me. I´m really sorry too.”

He looked at you: “But we´re okay. I never stopped loving you. We should just pretend this never happened.”

You nodded: “Agreed. I love you too!”

Peter pressed his lips onto yours and the world seemed a little better, even if it was just for the moment.

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Father of the Year (Part 4)

Tony Stark x child!reader

Quentin Beck x Stark!reader (platonic)

warnings:

a/n: yaddah yaddah. tony is fictional and this is an AU, dont be mad at me. yeah. i can tell already that this bitch is abt to flop, hoping it doesn’t tho

prompt:

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 5 part 6

Work didn’t feel like work with the brilliant team of disgruntled ex-Stark employees, they made you feel like you were invincible. And visible.

The way you all functioned around each other, it was like you were made for this. Sometimes you’d even burst into tears thinking about how lucky you were to be taken in by them, even if you were a Stark. But they knew you were different.

Every so often you would be extremely aware of your actions, though. You’d say or do something and think, “wait, that seems familiar,” and realize you picked it up from Tony. But Quentin pulled you aside and told you that just because you were raised one way didn’t mean you were destined to become that, and it stuck with you.

“Y/N, I need to pick your brain on this one.” He called to you from across the warehouse. You climbed the stairs and saw him diligently working on the screen.

“What’s up?” You squeezed yourself in there and Quentin draped his arm around you, something you were quite used to by now.

“Okay, so if I were to, let’s say, put a laser beam here...and here,” he pointed with his free hand and peered over to you, “do you think that would work for this drone?”

“I mean, yeah, it could.” You nodded, moving the schematics around and moved his points of interest a bit lower. “But is it a laser for calibration or a laser for cutting and burning?”

“Good question.” Quentin grabbed the bottle of water beside him and took a long sip, offered it to you (who declined) and set it back on the stool beside him. “For now, calibration.” He answered.

“Right.” You pulled the item on the computer-generated blueprints farther out and made sure it would be able to reach all angles. “That should be good.”

“Fantastic, now a follow-up question.” He smirked at you and you cocked an eyebrow, knowing he was about to ask something of you. “Could you build the prototype? If anyone could build it without a flaw, it’s you.”

“Yes, fine, I’ll do it. Just send these to my setup so I can work at my station.” You told him and watched him get right to work on that.

“Guys, come check this out! Y/N’s on the news again!” One of the team called you over and you saw the TV playing a video of you when you were younger, reporting that you’d been “missing” for over a year now. Then Tony appeared on the screen and made you nauseous.

“I haven’t been able to get in contact with y/n, no. My only hope us that they’re safe out there and they come home when they’re ready. Y/N, if you’re hearing this, I love you.” Tony told the newscaster and your blood went from a simmer to a boil. You had to step out, but just before you did, you heard:

“Miss Pepper Potts was asked to make a statement, but declined without further explanation.” It’d been a long time since you’d seen Pepper, but anyone who excused your father’s actions was no friend to you. “Y/N Stark has yet to be seen since their violent demonstration more than a year ago outside this very building.” One of the reporters recounted, which gave you an idea. Someone might as well have placed a lightbulb above your head.

“You’re in a better place now, y/n. You know that, right?” Quentin followed you away from the TV and leaned against the wall. “I know that we didn’t know each other while I was working for Tony, but that didn’t mean I never noticed you. I honestly felt bad when I saw you, I’d never seen you smile.” You leaned against the wall with him and you both slid down. “Ever since I met you, you’ve seemed so happy and free. You don’t need that shithead back in your life!” He jokingly punched your arm and you laughed.

“I think I need to make another robot.” You told him. “Just to send another message, if you know what I mean.”

“Use the one I designed, but don’t be afraid to add your special touch.” Quentin proposed, leaning you a little dumbfounded.

“Are—Are you sure? What were you going to use it for? I’m sure I could make yours first and then get to mine later, it doesn’t have to be now.” You rambled on and Quentin patiently waited for you to finish.

“Y/N, any jab at Tony Stark is a win for us. If the drone helps you, I want you to use it. We can put my stuff on hold for a while.” He assured you in a tone that you’ve heard few times in your life. “If you need me to help, I’ll be there.”

“Beck, how the hell did you create the ‘Tony Stark Hate Club’ and still manage to be one of the nicest people I’ve ever met?” You asked he crawled up from his spot and hoisted you up by the arm.

“Easy, you don’t know many people.” He shot back and you pushed him the moment you got onto your feet.

“I take it back.” You giggled and led him down to your work station. “Well, time’s a-wasting.”

—————

You had to leave base to antagonize your dad, but that was fine by you. Couldn’t risk anyone finding your fun little operation. You went alone, even as the others insisted they’d come for moral support, but this felt more like a family matter. So you drove and drove until you reached the destination, a parking garage near a park that Tony and Pepper frequented.

“Showtime.” You said while activating you newest drone, courtesy of Quentin’s mind. It booted up and flew straight out to your targets, and as soon as Tony saw it, he knew exactly what was going on.

“Pepper, honey, stay back.” Tony commanded as he faced the drone. “What the hell do you want, y/n?” He asked the drone as your lasers focused on his chestpiece, having him feel threatened enough to activate the nanotechnology.

“Oh, cool feature!” You sarcastically shouted into your mic. “Remind me now, wasn’t it my idea?”

“You know what, y/n?” Tony blasted at your robot and watched it do a barrel roll to dodge. “I was just starting to get used to you not being around. Should have stayed that way.”

“Used to?” You laughed. “You always acted like I wasn’t around...and you’ve been on TV begging me to come home.”

“What can I say? I’m a good liar.” You got sick of hearing Tony’s voice again and pointed the laser at his armor to scan for a weak point. Just as you were about to strike, Pepper jumped in the way to reason with you.

“Y/N, please don’t hurt him.” She begged you. “I know he wasn’t the best dad to you, but that doesn’t mean you have to do this.”

“I remember when he used to make you ‘take care’ of me, Pepper. Do you?” You asked her and watched her eyes widen through the camera feed. “You’re no better than him.” You actually revved up your drone and sent it full force into Tony’s head, protected only by the Iron Man armor. It was hilarious watching him flip around midair, and the bystanders seemed to enjoy it a bit, too. You weren’t done yet, but your time was cut short when a portal opened behind you and the man stepping through crushed your robot with ease. There was nothing left for you to do.

“Come on, pick up...” You muttered as you lifted the phone to your ear. “Quentin?”

“Yeah, did your plan work?” He asked immediately.

“It was going just fine until some...some guy just crushed my bot. I—I don’t know how.” You got back into your car and slammed the door, unconditionally upset that your father had seemed to win this one. While Quentin tried to calm you, another portal opened and you were tugged through, face to face with your dad. “Wha—”

“You should hang up that phone.” The man in the cape instructed.

“Shit...I have to call you back.” You ended the call and felt all the blood drain from your face as you noticed Tony standing in the room. “What the hell is going on?”

“Oh, well, my magic acquaintance needed my help with something, hence why Bruce is back. Say ‘hi,’ Bruce.” Tony told him.

“Hi...” He timidly waved.

“Anyways, I figured my help could be exchanged for a favor, that being that I get my ungrateful child to show their face again, whether they wanted to or not.” Tony explained to you while pacing around the room. “Now, what possessed you to attack me twice and run off where no one could find you?”

“You’re a shitty dad.” You blatantly told him and watched his cheeks heat up.

“Are you hearing this, Bruce? I’m a ‘shitty dad.’” He put in air quotes and Bruce looked like he didn’t want to be involved at all.

“I—I mean, I’d believe it. You might be a shitty dad.” Bruce backed you up. “I mean, the whole Ultron thing didn’t really reflect well on you.”

“Thank you.” You nodded and before you could continue this argument, there was an ominous booming sound from outside.

“We’re going to have to cut this short.” The wizard told the group.

“This isn’t over, brat.” Tony jogged outside with his people and you immediately dialed Quentin once again while checking the dangers outside. And of course, it was aliens.

“Hey, what the hell just happened?” He asked as soon as he picked up.

“There are aliens in New York. Again.” You felt weak in your knees. Last time this happened you got ditched, and I guess that was the case again, but you could handle yourself this time around.

But it wasn’t long before Tony was taken off planet and deemed missing. It was a real relief until Bruce started chasing you down.

“Y/N, wait up!” He tripped and stumbled over the rubble and you kept walking with your back turned to him.

“Sorry, Bruce. Any friend to Tony is no friend to me.” You stated when he caught up to you.

“You don’t have to go out there alone. Listen, I know Tony is a piece of shit, he’s not exactly my favorite person, and I know that he’s probably not the best dad.” That was an understatement. “But this is not the time to get picky over friends. We can help each other.”

“No thanks, Bruce. I have friends.”

—————

When you parted ways with Bruce, you were a ghost again. You stayed hidden for about two years the last time you ditched your dad, so when you dusted, not many people would know the truth.

Tony didn’t seem to mind, though. It was a load off to him—until Pepper told him she was pregnant. Then he lived in fear, fear that you would attack him with his guard down and ruin his “perfect family,” one that you’d never be apart of.

During those five years that you were gone, Tony swore that he would never teach Morgan about you...your own sister. Tony made himself out to be a victim of your hatred as if you were not a product of your environment. And now that he had a new child, he wanted to be a better father without acknowledging that he was awful the first time around.

And when the Avengers asked for his help, the one thing stopping him was that you might come back and ruin his happily ever after. The slight chance that you actually were one of the dusted was preventing him from saving half of the population.

But he got over himself and died in the process, bringing you back to a world without him in the way of your happiness. Things were not all perfect, though. You had a sister, Pepper had a restraining order, and Peter had tech that belonged to you and your long-lost team, who were happy to have you back.

This isn’t over yet.

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agent-ccarter · 5 years ago

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Masterlist (updated 16/11/20)

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Us and Andie Ch. 9

Summary: Bucky works as an Avenger because it’s what’s right. He feels he has sins he’ll never be able to make up for, but he’ll spend the rest of his life trying. However, his life takes an unexpected turn when he comes across Andie, the daughter of recently divorced Y/N. The life he had once “maintained” in hopes of surviving changes as his heart warms for a tough-as-nails nurse and her wonderful daughter.

Pairing: Bucky x Singleparent!Reader

Word Count: 3790 words

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“Tony!”

Tony turned around, raising an eyebrow when he heard Steve shout his name. Until he saw Steve and Sam trying to catch up to a fuming Bucky. “Whoa, Manchurian Candidate,” Tony said, stumbling through holograms. “Calm down.” But Bucky would do no such thing. His left hand wrapped around Tony’s throat, lifting him in the air until Tony’s back met a wall. He squirmed, wriggling around as his hands wrapped around Bucky’s wrist. He knew he wasn’t in any genuine danger. If Bucky wanted to, he would have killed him then and there.

No, Tony was just very thoroughly stuck.

“Bucky, put him down.”

“Not until he explains why he thinks Ethan and Zemo are connected,” Bucky growled.

Tony pointed to the hand around his throat. “Hard to – “ He wheezed. “Talk when you’re…do-doing the whole choking thing, big guy.”

Bucky dropped him, earning a sigh of relief from everyone in the room. However, it wasn’t going to be that simple. Bucky stayed close, invading Tony’s space and waiting for answers. The two stared one another down as if a silent conversation was passing between the two of them.

“Should one of us say something,” Sam asked Steve.

“Not necessary.” Tony peeked around Bucky, realizing in this particular moment that he was much smaller than Bucky. Glancing at Bucky, he asked, “And are you still doing those crazy work outs?”

“Not the time, Tony.”

Tony looked at Steve with that same: “Duh, but I almost choked to death so give me a second” look. “F.R.I.D.A.Y.”

Yes, Sir.

Immediately the holograms Tony had pulled up moments before, reappeared around them. They were various things – photos of Ethan out and about, at mutant hate rallies, his resume. It was anything and everything Tony could have found on Ethan.

Bucky frowned, remembering when he had come to talk to Tony about Andie’s bedroom. “I recognize some of these photos.”

“Yeah, when Andie and Y/N started spending more time with us, I wanted to start taking a deeper look.”

“Tony,” Steve sighed. “That invaded her privacy.”

“For good reason,” Bruce pointed out, now standing in the doorway. “He was an extremely active member of Friends of Humanity.”

Sam raised an eyebrow. “What’s that?”

“A mutant hate organization,” Clint spoke up. “Imagine being such a vital member only to have a kid with that same gene.”

Bucky clenched his jaw, grinding his teeth as he stared at those images. He never should have left. Hell, did Andie even know he still cared? Or did she think he dropped her as easily as Ethan had?

Steve noticed the wild look in his eyes, the fear and rage that threatened to surface. “Okay, so he’s an asshole.” Steve nodded, looking back at the images. “So why do you think he and Zemo are connected?”

“Because,” the images changed. Bucky took a step closer, the blue hue of the images lighting his face. Andie was smiling, playing with Ethan and his sons. It was several days worth of photos. In some of them, he saw Y/N in the background somewhere. She looked so… He looked at the floor for the briefest moment as the images changed again. “Ethan has been spending an awful lot of time with Andie while you guys have been away.”

Natasha frowned, pointing at the images as if they made no sense. “I thought Y/N was in charge of visitation.”

“She is. But imagine the betrayal Andie would feel if she thought her mom was keeping her from having a relationship with her dad.”

“Come on, Andie’s smarter than that,” Sam argued.

Bucky shook his head. “She’s still a kid. And she’s finally seeing something that looks like love from the guy that’s supposed to be her father. Smart or not, emotions are going to affect choices.”

The images changed again. Some of Ethan, Zemo, and another guy that none of them recognized. “I only found these photos earlier today. I’m guessing it’s when Zemo wanted me to find them.” He pointed to the third person. “That is Quentin Beck. My former employee.”

“Only you would manage to piss off an employee enough to get him to work with a terrorist,” Sam muttered.

“Sam.”

“Anyway,” Tony said, sending an appreciative look at Bucky. “I wasn’t looking into any of this to an extreme degree until they stopped coming around. That was about a week after you two left.” He walked over to his desk, picking up a file and tossing it on the table in the center of the room. Photos slid out of it, stopped by Steve’s hand. “And then earlier today, these photos were found in Andie’s room.”

“I thought it wasn’t possible to sneak into the compound.”

“It’s not supposed to be. I’ve been adjusting things, fixing it, ever since these showed up.”

Steve frowned as he turned the photos, taking a better look at them. His shoulders slumped as he picked one up and handed it to Bucky. “He’s been here this whole time.”

Bucky scowled, taking the photo. It was grainy and peeking through the windows of Y/N’s god-awful apartment. They were laughing and eating, watching some movie. It was such a personal, private moment where Y/N’s guard was completely down.

And it had been violated.

Turning the photo over, he saw the back was dated three days after he left for the mission. Written in sharpie were the words: Always forgetting to protect what’s most important.

“He sent us on some wild fucking goose chase so he could watch them?” He looked at Tony and Steve, hoping for some sort of explanation. But none of them had one. “Learn their patterns?”

Tony sighed, nodding ever so slightly. “Zemo holds grudges like nobody else.”

“When he couldn’t tear us apart using Bucky, it just came down to revenge,” Natasha spoke up, putting the pieces of the puzzle together faster than anybody else.

“So you think Ethan and Zemo are working together to…what, kill Andie and Y/N?”

Tony pressed his lips into a thin line, looking at the holograms. He glanced at Bruce, hoping the other scientist had a way to explain this. Bruce looked at the others in the room, knowing Tony needed his help. “There’s no way for us to know what their plans are for us, Andie, or Y/N. But the first and foremost thing we need to do is get Andie and Y/N and bring them here.”

Bucky didn’t need to be told twice. He was already out the door and on his way to Y/N’s apartment.

-.-.-.-.-

“You in your pj’s?” Peter called from the living room, already setting up Treasure Planet for Andie to fall asleep to. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but Andie hadn’t been herself all night. He guessed it was because she wasn’t used to Y/N going on a date, but by the time he had shown up, Y/N was already gone.

Andie came shuffling out, dressed in some thin cotton pants covered in rainbows and a too-big, black t-shirt that looked like it had been stolen from Bucky’s closet.

“Hey, ready for the movie?” Andie grabbed a water from the fridge before she joined him on the couch. Peter watched her for a moment and pressed play, frowning as he asked, “What is it, Rugrat?”

“Please, don’t call me that,” she mumbled, cuddling the pillow.

“Why not?” He tugged on her arm, pulling her over and having her rest against his side. She stayed silent as he lightly traced her arm. “You know you can talk to me about anything, right, Andie?”

She nodded, eyes fixated on the screen. “I just…Bucky used to call me ‘Rugrat’.”

Peter smiled, remembering the first time that had happened. He and Sam were watching the Rugrats movie with Andie and Bucky had been watching from the doorway. Peter would never say it out loud, but he had seen the look on Bucky’s face. The guy he thought was so cool looked like a proud parent as he watched Andie. Ever since – Bucky called her that silly nickname.

“Do you miss him?”

“I guess…”

Silence fell for a bit. Peter started tickling her, trying to get a smile and laughter out of her. It had been too long since he’d seen someone other than Ethan or Y/N get that smile out of her. She burst into a fit of giggles, trying to push away his hands as her giggles turned into raging laughter. “Stop! Stop it!”

Peter did, letting her catch her breath as she settled back into her side. “Talk to me, Andie. I thought you were happy. But every time it’s just us, you look so sad.”

Andie glanced up at him before cuddling into her pillow. “I used to sneak out all the time just…just to see them. To see the whole not-broken family thing. But…” She bit her cheek, scared of her own feelings. “Would I be a bad person if I didn’t like my dad? If I liked my brothers, but…not him?”

Peter looked down at her, eyebrows practically buried in his hairline. He was so surprised. “Not at all. Why?”

Andie shifted, watching the screen as Jim listened to his mom talk to Dr. Delbert. She thought back to earlier, when she watched her mom getting ready. Before Y/N had even noticed she was there.

Andie noticed the fingerprints on Y/N’s arm. She was applying makeup to them, hiding the dark purple color that made Andie sick to her stomach. Her mind flipped to the park – when she and Ciara had come back from getting hot cocoa. Her dad’s grip was there. That had to be what those bruises were from. The guilt that settled in her stomach made her feel sick. Why did she agree to Mom going on a double date?

“Mom?”

Andie shrugged, biting her lip. “I thought we were spending so much time with Bucky and the other Avengers and I just…I thought they were becoming our family. I thought Bucky was…” Her voice trailed off.

“I know.” He hugged her, squeezing her tight. “But being a superhero…it’s a big responsibility.”

“You’re Spiderman and you still take care of me.”

Peter’s whole body tensed as his gaze fixated on her. She said it as if it were nothing! Like she was talking about the weather! “How did you – “

“Your Spidersuit was sticking out of your backpack. Made more sense than you getting it dry-cleaned it for your ‘internship’.” She looked up at him, grinning from ear to ear. It seemed the subject of Bucky and “family” was now forgotten.

So, he looked back to the tv and lightly traced her arm, trying to calm her down enough to fall asleep. Then he could tuck her in and wait till Y/N got home. He wanted to talk to her about the Avengers and Bucky. He wanted to talk to her about what Andie had said.

However, those plans were cut short by a knock at the door. Andie and him both glanced that way before Peter rose to his feet. He looked back at Andie, neither of them expecting company. He wondered if maybe it was Bucky? But wouldn’t he have called? “Hi, can I help you,” he asked through the door. He peeked through the peephole, not recognizing the man on the other side.

“Hello, I’m here to visit an old friend. Y/N Y/L/N?”

Peter frowned, ready to open the door and tell him that Y/N wasn’t there. But when he grabbed the doorknob, that stupid “spider-tingle” went off in the back of his head. He kept the door closed, silently bolting it as he said, “It’s pretty late, man. How about you come by tomorrow?” Peter glanced at Andie, jerking his head for her to go hide in one of the other rooms.

Andie nodded, grabbing his backpack and silently taking off to her mom’s bedroom. Y/N had raised her to go over there because it was the one room that had access to the fire escape.

“I’m afraid I’ll be leaving in the morning,” the stranger’s voice said. “And I was really hoping to catch up.”

Peter silently moved across the room, watching the person jiggle the doorknob before taking off to Y/N’s room. When he got there, he heard the front door kick open. Immediately, Peter scooped Andie up in his arms and carried her onto the fire escape. “Start climbing, Andie,” he told her, closing the window. He grabbed his web-shooter, slipping it on and webbing up the window. “Only one?” He tried finding the other before realizing it had been left behind – now far away and in Queens. Groaning, he covered the last of the window and caught sight of the man walking in.

Their eyes met and immediately that spider-tingle started going haywire.

“Time to go.” Peter slipped his backpack on, grabbing his mask and pulling it over his head. He quickly picked Andie up and carried her up to the roof. “F.R.I.D.A.Y! I need you to call Mr. Stark!”

Calling Tony…

Peter crouched in front of Andie. He saw the tears in her eyes, the fear she had now that she realized what had just happened. “Okay, Andie, you’re a mutant, right?” Andie nodded, tears slipping down her cheeks as he brushed her hair back. “Hey, hey, hey, don’t cry. It’s okay. I just need to know what you can do. If it can protect you. Everything’s going to be okay.”

She pulled out of his grip, sniffling and stumbling back. Her heart was pounding in her chest. “What’s going on, Peter?”

“I don’t know. But we’re going to figure it out, okay?”

“But what if this is because of what I said about my dad?”

“No, it isn’t,” Peter assured her, shaking his head. “This has nothing to do with him. Nothing at all. But Andie, I need – “

“Hey, kid. What’s up?”

“Mr. Stark!” Peter jumped, pressing a hand against his chest. “Look, there’s some creepy guy here at Y/N’s apartment. I’m with Andie, but I have no idea what’s going on and – “

“Okay, Peter, slow down.” Peter looked back towards the fire escape, taking her to the opposite side of the roof. “Is it Andie’s dad? Ethan?”

“No. It’s someone else.” Peter looked down at Andie. In any other situation, this would be easy. Web up the guy, maybe accidentally destroy the apartment…but this was different. He had to keep Andie safe and he didn’t want to risk scarring her more than she already was. “I don’t know if he’s a big threat or not.”

“Okay, focus on getting Andie safe. I’m going to send your coordinates to Bucky. He’s already on his way. Where’s Y/N? Is she with you?”

“What? No.” Peter looked down at Andie. He saw the slight sparkle in her cheeks, the rainbow effect that came with her powers. “Y/N’s not here.”

“Then where the hell is she?”

“I’m not sure,” Peter stuttered before he saw Andie running back the way they had come. He ran after her, grabbing her arm. “Where are you going?”

“I have to get Bucky’s hat! I left it behind!” She tugged at her arm, twisting out of his grip and earning a hiss from Peter. “Please!”

“Ouch! Hey, wait! Where’d you learn that move?”

Andie glared at him, moving to take off again before Peter picked her up.

“Peter? Kid? Is everything okay?”

“Um – Well, you see…” Peter tried to find the right words, stumbling back. He tripped, landing on his ass as Andie collided into his chest. His wrist slammed into the room and he heard the familiar crack that sounded like it came from his web-shooter. He coughed, moving his hand to his ribcage. The wind was knocked out of him. “Andie, we can get you another hat. I gotta keep you safe.”

Andie ignored him, but Peter’s grip was stronger. Sparing a glance at his web-shooter, he silently cursed. There was no way he could use it now. He sat up, jumping when he saw the man that had broken into Andie’s house. He stepped over the edge of the roof, walking closer to the pair. “Um…Mr. Stark? How long do you think until Bucky gets here?”

“We’re on our way, kid. Just stay put.”

“I don’t know that that’s an option anymore.

“I don’t really appreciate all of this extra drama,” the stranger told Peter. He glanced at Andie, noticing the way more of her skin was shimmering and glowing. When Ethan told him that Andie was a mutant, he believed him. But seeing it in person, he was curious what her abilities were. Were they useful?

Peter’s gaze shifted to the gun in the guy’s hand. “Fair. I mean, who likes drama? I certainly don’t.”

“Now is not the time to play dorky neighborhood Spider-man, Peter! Get to safety! Now!”

He hurried to his feet, moving Andie behind him and ignoring Tony in his ear. All Peter could think about was having to buy time for Bucky to get there. “But I think it’d definitely cut out some of that drama if you told me who you are.”

“Zemo.” He held up the gun, aiming for Peter’s head. “Helmut Zemo.”

-.-.-.-.-

Scott breathed a sigh of relief when they finally hit intermission. This was definitely not his cup of tea. He had no idea how Hank and Janet could stand these things. Rising to his feet, he put on a brave smile for Hope. She smiled at him sympathetically, knowing he was struggling. “I appreciate the effort,” she teased, placing a small kiss on his shoulder.

“Seriously, am I the only person who has no idea what she is saying,” he whispered in her ear, a slight panic to his voice as they exited the theatre.

Hope laughed, shaking her head. “No, you are not alone. But aren’t you enjoying this? At least a little?”

“I – Oh, look! Y/N!” Scott grinned when he saw her familiar face through the crowd. During the time she and Andie had spent at the compound, he had gotten a chance to trade ‘single parent’ stories with her. He had missed having someone around that related to that, but he figured she’d been busy between work and Andie. A place like this didn’t really seem her style. And judging by the uncomfortable smile on her face, he was right. Who was that guy she was with?

Scott pulled Hope along, wanting to get a chance to say hi to Y/N, ask how she and Andie were doing. “Should I be jealous that you’re trying this hard to talk to her,” Hope teased.

“No, we just have that whole ‘single parent’ friendship is all,” Scott assured her just as Y/N turned upon hearing his voice.

“Scott!” That uncomfortable smile of hers finally looked real, natural. “Hey, how are you?” The two hugged and Hope noticed how her shoulders relaxed. Who was Y/N with that would make her so tense?

“I’m good. I didn’t think operas were your thing though.”

Y/N laughed ever so slightly. “It…isn’t. Really.”

“So what?” Scott glanced at Hope before looking at Y/N. “It’s Bucky’s?”

Y//N flushed, turning pink from her roots to her collarbone. “Uh…Bucky and I were never…a thing. You know that, right?”

Scott’s eyes grew and he stuttered around a reply, immediately regretting that he had managed to put his foot in his mouth. He needed a better filter. “I’m sorry – I just thought that it was one of those things that was sort of destined to happen.”

Y/N’s uncomfortable laugh and smile were back as she hugged herself, shrugging. “Guess not. I haven’t heard from him in a month and I…” She sighed, fingers twisting around her locket. “I have a life to live.”

Hope glanced down at her arm, noticing something that Scott didn’t. However, before she had a chance to speak up, they were joined by the rest of Y/N’s group.

“Y/N?” She flinched ever so slightly, closing her eyes for the briefest moment. “Who are your friends?”

Y/N smiled easily, looking from Scott and Hope to this stranger. She was at a loss for words and Scott was more than aware of that. He held out a hand. “I’m Scott. This is my girlfriend, Hope.”

“Quentin Beck. And this is Ethan and his wife, Lori.”

Scott recognized Ethan’s and Lori’s names from conversations with Y/N, but kept a straight face, refusing to react. He wouldn’t put Y/N on the spot. But immediately, a red flag was raised. He looked at Y/N, offering her a reassuring smile before starting to say, “So is this – “

The lights flashed above them, followed by the signal that intermission was almost over. Scott watched Y/N carefully as Quentin whispered something in her ear, taking her hand and tucking it in the crook of his elbow. “We should probably go find our seats. It was nice meeting you,” Quentin said, charming smile back in place. He and Ethan led Y/N and Lori back inside and Scott watched every step. When Y/N looked back at him, he recognized that look in her eyes.

“You need to call your friends,” Hope whispered. “Her arm is covered in bruises.”

Scott looked down at Hope, kissing the top of her head. He whispered into her hair, “I was thinking the exact same thing.” He pulled out his phone as Hope told her parents to go find their seats. He turned away, listening to the phone dial. “Come on, pick up. Pick up, pick up.”

“Scott? Can I help you?”

“Cap!” Scott took a shaky breath, trying to calm his nerves.

“Yeah. You called me.”

Scott winced. He might have been fan-boying a bit too hard. “Look, I’m here at the Met and I ran into Y/N. She’s with her ex husband and some creepy-charming dude. Like I don’t quite know how to explain him, but he is eerily charming in that sleezy sort of way.”

“Hey, Scott. Slow down. We’re actually trying to get ahold of Y/N right now. I need you to keep an eye on her and if you can, get her away from those guys. Alright? You said you’re at the Met?”

“Yeah. We just finished intermission.” Scott looked back at where he had seen Y/N. “She already went back inside.”

“Well, Sam doesn’t call you Tic Tac for nothing, right?” Scott grinned from ear to ear, already ready to grab the suit tucked away in his pocket. He looked at Hope who was already back at his side, listening in on the conversation. “Sam and I are on our way. Think you can handle this?”

Nodding to her, he told Steve, “We’re on it, Cap.”

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The Ignorant Beauty and The Beast of New York - Ch. 6

PAIRING: MOB!STEVE ROGERS X READER

SYNOPSIS: Y/N is an exhausted bio major. Steve is danger with a capital DANGER. She thinks he’s a sarcastic prick with an impressive knowledge of art history. He thinks she’s cute even if she’s only running on one brain cell. All he wants is a single date, but she’s adamant upon denying.

Masterlist

I’m Your What Now?

Ah, Columbia University. The pride and joy of New York. The mecca for philosophical thinking and scientific advancement.

It kept only the cream of the crop. Sons and daughters of the wealthy, valedictorians, and exceptionally bright international students. The future president. The next Plato. Another Einstein.

There was a certain standard that came with being a student here. The ooh's and ah's and the jealous eyes that bore into their backs were natural for these Ivy League students.

And yet as Steve stood there he found it to be like the overpriced Catholic school he spent twelve torturous years at. After school, he didn't really see a reason to go to university. His future was predetermined and he had no desire to go against it.

Steve wasn't stupid. He was intelligent. An expert in combat and tact and a mogul in the business world. His performance was better than his peers with their fancy degrees and certifications. He had them under his foot and they only moved when he let them.

It just went to show that knowledge and wisdom didn't come from going to a fancy school. It came from experience and hard work, rigor, and determination. But even so, he couldn't help but feel an odd sense of pride in his chest when he learned you attended Columbia.

Mrs. Rogers, you genius woman.

He sprinted up the steps and in towards the overarching gate. It was like a world populated by teenagers. Here, twenty-five was considered middle-aged. They milled around clad with backpacks and textbooks usually in a small group of three or four. Some passed by on bikes while others strutted to the beat of their music.

There were a plethora of styles. Punks and goths. Preps and jocks. Basic white girls with their leggings and UGGs. Snazzy poets in all black and topped with berets. Those avant-garde chicks that had an aesthetic like none other. Diversity was key at Columbia. The world was being represented here.

Steve passes by, following google maps on his phone to find the Student Resource Center in a hope to find you there.

A day ago…

"Okay," Sam sighed, holding a paper in his hand with a laptop sitting on Steve's desk. "Quentin Beck, a biochemical engineering student at Columbia. Around twenty-one years old and is most likely a total geek."

"Hey," Steve warns. Bucky snickers like a child, chomping loudly on some potato chips.

"Sorry," Sam replied. "No social media accounts. Not even an old facebook. You sure this chick's not a hermit?"

"She's probably focusing on her studies. She's diligent."

"You're defending her as if you know her," Bucky piped up.

"I do know her," Steve said.

"Yeah, that's why you're googling her like a pervert."

"Shut up before I punch your teeth out."

"Anyways," Sam called them back. "She's on the school website."

"She is," Steve pushes him to the side. "Lemme see."

"There's no picture. It's just a list of tutors."

"She's a tutor? Smart chicks are so hot."

Bucky rolls his eyes. "I can hear your heart pounding all the way over here," he said lazily while sitting at his desk.

"Get your dirty shoes off my desk."

"Make me," Bucky taunted.

"So it's got hours of availability here," Sam said scrolling down. "Like when she's working."

"Ya know Sam I know you're a freak and all, but this is low, even for you," Bucky said, his feet still on the desk and his right hand greasy with potato chips. "I didn't know you were as big of a creep as Stevie."

"I wouldn't be talking, Mr. I stalk my ex's insta at four in the morning." Sam retorted, making Steve chuckle.

"I don't!"

"Bro, I saw you the other day!"

"What the hell are you doing at my house at four in the morning, you freak?"

Nat walks in to see the three lazing around and sighs. Sam quickly slams the laptop shut and Bucky slips his feet off the desk.

"What are you three doing?" She asked.

"Nothing," Steve smiled.

"For NY’s biggest mob man, you sure do suck at lying." He frowns. "You're also pretty horrible at signing your own damn name on important papers." She said, waving a paper in her hand. "What the hell are these hearts?"

"That's not me!" He retorted with a light blush. "How do I know it's not you?”

"You really think I have the time to do that?" She snapped at him. "We've got shipments coming in today and you have a meeting with the Gambino head tomorrow. Do you have anything prepared?"

"No…" he whispered.

"Am I the only one working around here?!" She shouted making the three cringe at her shrill voice. "What have you three been doing all morning anyway?"

"Planning," Bucky spoke up and Steve whipped his head towards him. Bucky if you say anything.

"Planning?"

"Yeah, we're planning Steve's wedding."

Nat almost snaps her neck by the way she turns to look at him. Her red locks bouncing around as she turns. She gapes at him with a million questions.

Steve sighs, rubbing his face with his hands in embarrassment.

"Stevie, you're getting married?!?!"

"Sn2 Reactions have bulky bases and only occur when you have…" you said, snapping your finger to remember what comes next. "Wait, don't say it," you stop Quentin. "Primary carbocations!"

"Correct," he smiled, looking up at you from the flashcard in his hand. "Man, you're just killing it today."

"I've been studying," you informed. "...and living in Chubbic's office.

"And it shows," Quentin chuckles.

Tutoring was slow today with only a student here and there, leaving you and Quentin with some prime time to study.

"I swear all you ever do is study," Quentin said.

"No, I don't," you denied. "Last night, I played Overwatch till three."

"Okay, scratch that, you're a geek." Quentin corrected. You huffed.

"No, I am not," you retorted.

"Y/N, you don't do anything but school and work. You don't even go to parties or socialize with other people."

"People are overrated. I have better things to do with my time."

"Like what?"

"Like...stuff," you said.

Quentin rolls his eyes. "You can't keep living a shelled life, Y/N. It's not healthy."

"I don't see how it isn't."

"You have to go out and make friends. You're gonna go crazy if you sit in your apartment forever," Quentin sounded like a mom.

"Quentin, my dude, it's the 21st century. Technology exists."

"That's not good for you either!" Quentin sassed then sighed. "All I'm saying is that you should be more open. Not everyone is out to hurt you."

You sink in your chair with a frown. You look out the window of the second floor to watch people walk by meters below. "But that’s how it always is in the end," you murmured. Quentin frowns. "Besides what do I need anyone else for? I have you."

Quentin's heart skips a beat, but he tries to ignore it. "But what if I'm not here? What if I have to leave?"

You sit up. "Where are you going?"

"I applied for this internship for this company in London."

"Wow, Quint! That's great!" You exclaimed. "I know you'll get it!"

"Thanks," he chuckles at your enthusiasm. "But I just worry about you sometimes. You're going to be all alone if I leave and I worry if you'll be alright."

"Then I'll call you every day!"

"Y/N," Quentin said with a lopsided smile. "I'm being serious."

You exhaled, masking the fear of him leaving by giving him a bright smile. One that's always only been for him. "Don't worry about me, alright? I'll be fine. You go out there and show 'em what you're made of. You're gonna kill it."

"Yeah?" He asked and you can sense the nervousness in his shaking hands.

"Like my good friend Naruto once said…" you alluded. "Believe it!" You said, giving him a thumbs up.

Quentin groans while crossing his arms. "You still watch that crap?"

"It's cool!" you defended.

"I swear you're a nerd."

"Hey, Quentin," Angelica from the front desk called walking towards you.

"Yeah?"

"There's a guy at the desk asking for you," she pointed.

"For me?" He asked puzzled. She nodded before leaving.

He gets up to leave. "I'll be right back. E1 reactions are next," he reminded. You nodded with a chuckle and took the cards he left.

Quentin walks up to the desk to find a blonde dressed stylishly at the front desk, chatting up one of the employees.

“Oh, Quentin,” Maria at the desk said as he arrived. “This is Mr. Rogers.”

Steve turns to look and his shoulders drop. “Uh, sorry, I think they’ve got the wrong person.” Quentin furrows his brows in confusion. “I’m looking for a Quentin Beck.”

“Um, I’m Quentin Beck,” he replied awkwardly, shaking the photo id that was around his neck.

“No, no,” Steve shakes his head. “I’m looking for a girl and her name is Quentin Beck.”

“There’s only one Quentin Beck here and he’s a man and it’s me,” he said in the nicest way possible.

Steve snorts. “Just because you grew a little beard doesn’t mean you’re a man,” he guffawed.

Quentin blinks once and then twice and a third time for good measure. “Excuse me?”

Back over at the table, you wondered what was taking Quentin so long. Taking a sip from your Hydroflask, you crane your neck to get a view of the front desk. The head full of blonde hair and spread of broad shoulders was hard to miss. You choked while drinking. Quickly placing your bottle on the table, you pat your chest in need of air.

What was he doing here?

You quickly jump up and run to the two. Steve catches you in the corner of his eye and pushes past a fuming Quentin.

“I knew I’d find you here!” he exclaimed.

“What the hell are you doing here, you freak?” you seethed.

“What do you think?” Steve chuckled, loving the way you pouted at him. “Here to see you, princess.”

Your cheeks burst in color and before you could say anything Quentin spoke.

“Y/N, you know this guy?” he asked.

“Y/N, so that’s your real name,” Steve takes both of your hands in his. His smile is so bright that you cringed under him. “I knew it wasn’t Quentin. I mean it doesn’t even make sense,” he starts to ramble and you just listen. “To think someone as pretty as you would have a name as ugly as Quentin. Like who the hell names their kid Quentin these days anyway?”

“Ah, Y/N,” Steve sighs dreamily. “It’s like a sweet melody to my ears.”

You tried to reply, but all you could let out was a garbled jumble of words.

“Quentin’s a good name!” your brunette friend jumped in.

“Yeah, if it’s the 18th century,” Steve deadpanned, before turning back to you. “Anyways…”

“Y/N, who the hell is this guy?” he questioned irritated.

“Uh, well, you see, um…” you tried to explain.

“Been keepin’ me a secret, huh, baby?” Steve chuckled. “I’m Steve, a friend.”

“We aren’t friends,” you hissed, breaking from his grasp. “How many times do I have to tell you to leave me alone, huh?”

“Wait,” Quentin butt in. “Is he that guy?” he pointed at Steve while looking at you. “Is he the bad guy?”

“Bad guy?” Steve asked you, making you blush under his gaze. “So you have been talking about me? Y/N, sweetheart, I ain’t a bad guy. I promise I’ll be nothing but good to you,” he said with a wink.

It’s like every ounce of sass inside of you is gone and you’re left speechless. Screw this man and his way with words.

He takes your hand in his and brings it to his soft plump lips before Quentin butts in and swipes your hand.

“Yeah, she told me about you,” he hurls at him, his voice firm and his grip on your hand firmer. “Who the hell do you think you are, messing with my girlfriend?”

Steve is taken aback by his words and you gape at Quentin. You’re his what now?

Quentin looks towards you and sends a message with his eyes. Just play along.

“Y-yeah,” you stumbled at first, “Quentin’s my boyfriend and I like his name! Actually I love it because I love him.” you straight up lied. Steve’s brows creased in irritation and he had the biggest frown on his face. You wrap your arms around Quentin’s. “So leave me alone, freak,” you hissed at him.

Now it’s Steve’s turn to be speechless. Your words pierce through his heart like a bullet. It’s like being shot in the core of his spirit over and over again until there’s a big gaping hole.

“Listen, jackass,” Quentin calls him back. “If you even look in my girlfriend’s direction, I’ll rip your eyes out,” he threatened, before turning around and taking you with him.

“Wow,” you whispered to him. “I think he bought it.”

“You’ve got a lot of explaining to do,” he said, clearly dissatisfied.

“Shut up and kiss me on the cheek.”

“What?” he freaked out with a light red creeping on his cheeks.

“Just do it,” you ordered quietly. “And wrap your arm around my shoulders.”

He sighed. “The things you make me do,” he groaned, making you chuckle quietly. He places a sweet kiss on your cheek while hooking his arm over your shoulders protectively. He turns his head to see Steve still standing there. His face twisted in a scowl and fists balled so tight you could see white in his knuckles.

Quentin’s sharp blue eyes locked with his own. His gaze was as deadly as a violent act with an intensity that had the fearless mob man’s chest tighten. His eyes drilled out any notion that it could all be a hoax. Either he was a really good actor or there really was something between the two.

Whatever it was, Steve stood still with a strange sense of deja vu. He was a hopeless romantic and hopeless in all things that concerned love. And as he watches your retreating form chuckling at something the boy whispered in your ear, he regrets even thinking he had another chance at love.

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