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[rivercloak]

announcing their engagement to one up tom holland

[dommnics]

This was a birthday gift for my little brother, who kept asking me to draw my take on the three live action Spider-Men, so I finally delivered.

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[sandflakedraws]

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[littlemelaninfics]

Airline Miles || Peter Parker Smut

AN: this is my first time writing for Peter Parker. This is purely fiction

Synopsis: You and Peter make the most of Tony’s private jet

I slam my hand against the airplane bathroom mirror, holding back whimpers and moans as Peter drives into me from behind. My eyes are rolling back as his fingers find their way into my mouth and down my throat. I gag at the intrusion and Peter’s head picks up from looking at himself pummeling inside of you at a pace that wasn’t fast enough to create loud sounds. “Be quiet,” he hisses lowly, using his other hand to wrap around my throat.

You let out a muffled apology, tears beginning to stream down your eyes as he finds a deeper angle. “What was that?” he whispers, leaning down to nibble at your ear lobe. He takes his hands away from your mouth and neck, letting them grab at your hips like before.

“I’m—fuck!” I yelp breathlessly as he sharply slams into me, slowing down his space.

“Use your words, princess,” he murmurs, his fingers digging into my skin that would for sure leave bruises. 

“I’m cumming,” I whimper quietly, looking back at him as he pulled my hair towards him.

“I know. I can fucking feel it. Fuck,” he mutters and presses his lips against mine, his pace quickening almost immediately. I can’t help but moan louder into his mouth. He lets go of my hair, grasping at my jaw harshly. “You need to keep it down,” he mutters, directing my attention back to the mirror. 

What a sight it is. His hand cupping my jaw almost possessively, his dick continuously ramming into my soaking pussy at a rough pace, hair tousled and ruined.

My stomach twisted with pleasure as he lets go of my face and grabs the back of my neck to bend me completely over. I have a death grip on the counter and bite my lip harshly as his hips still while he buries his cock snug into me. 

“Ohhh my god,” I moan as my eyes roll once more.

I scratch at the surface as a tingly sensation washes all over me and his tip hits my womb. I feel nothing but pure bliss as he fucks me through my orgasm. Watching as I cream on his dick, Peter pulls me back into his hips roughly while grinding them every which way. My back arches and my ass presses up against his hips, furthering his dick inside my cunt. There’s a dent in his forehead and the grunts he’s letting out almost send me into another orgasm. I look at him in the mirror and beg him to cum for me,

“Baby, please. I want to feel your cum inside me. I wanna grind down on the seat when I feel it start to leak out.”

“Fuck, baby. Keep going.”

“You’re fucking me like the slut I am. So fucking deep. Mmmm.” My bottom lip is tucked between my teeth as I enjoy the rough rocking. I clench around him and he grabs the back of my neck, my face hitting the counter once more.

He fucks me until he’s emptied everything he had into what’s his. He goes and stays balls deep until he starts to soften. When he pulls out, a little cum follows and he swipes it with his finger, pushing it back in. I keep myself on the counter until I have the energy to move and pull up my sweats. Once dressed, Peter places a passionate kiss to my lips before calling me “his good girl”. He peeks his head out to see what he can and gives me the signal when the coast is clear.

We get back to our seats just in time as Sam gets up to stretch his legs and comes to our row,

“We almost there?”

I tap my little tv screen and view the map,

“About 6 more hours.” He just rolls his eyes and heads to the bathroom. Peter and I get ourselves back situated when Sam quickly exits the lavatory,

“Yo. Use the other one. It smells like straight fucking in there,” he says as he passes us.

Peter and I look at each other before letting out childlike giggles. We pick a movie and enjoy the rest of the flight.

[luvhotchner]

sleepover - avengers

summary: peter and y/n want a sleepover and decide to annoy the whole team.

warnings/pairings: platonic!avengers x fem!stark!reader, swearing, use of y/n, gen z’s being gen z’s, y/n flirting with bucky?

i’m in a writing mood for marvel, so send em my way! i also added scott lang to this one!

[dameronspector]

⭒ ♡ Masterlist ♡ ⭒

I do not feel comfortable with writing NSFW stuff. I only write hurt/comfort, fluff and angst.

Requests are closed.

(Moon and stars dividers by @saradika )

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Peter Parker (Tom Holland) Brother from Another Mother (Peter Parker x Platonic!Joaquin Torres, angst, first-meet, fluff)

Sam Wilson Chin up, Cap (Sam Wilson x GN!Reader, fluff, hurt/comfort)

Like father, Like daughter (Dad!Sam Wilson x Mom!Fem!Reader, fluff, slight hurt/comfort)

How Sam reacts to you doing house chores when you are pregnant (Sam Wilson x Pregnant!Fem!Reader, fluff)

Trouble in Paradise (Sam Wilson x Fem!Reader, hurt/comfort, fluff, angst)

Joaquin Torres Brother from Another Mother (Peter Parker x Platonic!Joaquin Torres, angst, first-meet, fluff) Pretty (Joaquin Torres x GN!Reader, fluff)

Philophobia Series (Joaquin Torres x GN!Stark!Reader, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff)

Joaquin reacts to seeing you in a saree for the first time (Joaquin Torres x Desi!Fem!Reader, fluff)

It Was Just Like A Movie | Happily Ever After (Actor!Joaquin Torres x Fem!Actress!Reader, fluff, slight angst, yearning, pining, friends to lovers)

Bucky Barnes

Snow shovel (Dad!Bucky Barnes x Mom!Fem!Reader, fluff)

He’s a Thunderbolt (Bucky Barnes x Fem!Avenger!Reader, fluff, first meet with the team)

The Moonknight System (TBA)

Robert ‘Bob’ Reynolds

Willow Masterlist (Bob Reynolds x Fem!Demigod!Reader, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort)

Star Wars

Din Djarin "Sleepy time for papa and grogu." (Din Djarin xFem!Reader, fluff, hurt/comfort)

The Experiment (Din Djarin x GN!Reader, fluff)

Poe Dameron

“Are you a goofy guy?” (Poe Dameron x Fem!Reader, fluff, modern!au)

The Last Of Us (TV)

Joel Miller

“Happy New Year, Honey.” (Joel Miler x Fem!Reader, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff)

Time in a Bottle Part 2 (Joel Miller x Fem!Wife!Reader, angst, gore, dark)

Tommy Miller (TBA)

Manny Alvarez

Getaway Car Part 2 Part 3 (Manny Alvarez x GN!Reader, angst, fluff)

The Past Will Catch Up Part 2 (Manny Alvarez x GN!Reader, angst, fluff)

HCs/Blurbs/Drabbles/Other

Calling them by something other than their nickname (All x Reader, fluff)

[shadyfestivalperfection]

Hey guys! This is the old master list and wouldn’t be used anymore. Use this one to view the updated and new master list

✨OLD MASTER LIST✨

1. AVENGERS: THE CREATOR

Summery: What if there was a seventh avenger? It’s no ordinary person but the creator of the infinity stones. Y/n is the universes most powerful being who created those stones to protect the universe and the multiverse. She is then recruited to join the Avengers initiative. Does she accept or reject the offer? What happens when her past enemy appears and destroy what she has created?

Characters: Avengers x f! Reader

Chapter 1: The Loki problem

Chapter 2: The woman behind the stones

Chapter 3: Unveiling the past

Chapter 4: The weight of the tesseract

Chapter 5: Into the heart of SHIELD

Chapter 6: Curiosity

Chapter 7: Unraveling the past

Chapter 8: The Battle of New York

Chapter 9: The road not taken

Chapter 10: The path chosen

Chapter 11: The past unfolded

Chapter 12: The price of power

Chapter 13: Welcome to Wakanda

Chapter 14: A war that never ended

Chapter 15: A birthday interrupted

Chapter 16: Bloodline’s last keeper

Chapter 17: The lost chamber

Chapter 18: The truth beneath the ruins

Chapter 19:The crimson sky

Chapter 20: The truth in ashes

Chapter 21: A fractured bond

Chapter 22: A house without a home

Chapter 23: Why come for me?

Status: Completed

2. Promises we didn’t expect

Summery: Y/n is the head of surgery and Sebastian is the chairman of the hospital. Y/n is in desperate need of money to repay the dept her parents had taken from gangsters before they had died. On the other hand Sebastian is being forced to get married to Katherine Light who is a very successful business woman. To avoid it, he is in need to find a fake wife. What happens when Y/n and Sebastian get into a marriage of convenience? Will this fake relationship ignite to a real one?

Characters: Chairman!Sebastian Stan x f!Surgeon! Reader

Chapter 1: Y/n L/n

Chapter 2: Sebastian Stan

Chapter 3: Y/n L/n

Chapter 4: Sebastian Stan

Chapter 5: Y/n L/n

Chapter 6: Sebastian Stan

Chapter 7: Y/n L/n

Chapter 8: Sebastian Stan

Chapter 9: Y/n L/n

Chapter 10: Sebastian Stan

Chapter 11: Y/n L/n

Chapter 12: Sebastian Stan

Chapter 13: Y/n L/n

Chapter 14: Sebastian Stan

Chapter 15: Y/n L/n

Chapter 16: Sebastian Stan

Chapter 17: Y/n L/n

Chapter 18: Sebastian Stan

Chapter 19: Y/n L/n

Epilogue

Status: Completed

3. The forever you forgot

Summery: A six year old girl named Nadia Barnes born with a condition called 65 roses uncovers the story on how her dad-Bucky Barnes met her missing mother by narrating her the story and nothing remains the same after Nadia finds out the truth about her mother.

Characters: Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

Note:This story is based on the movie ‘Hi papa’. This story is like what if Bucky Barnes was in this situation that the male and female lead faced in the movie ‘Hi papa’. To be honest I am absolutely obsessed with this movie and I could help but write a Bucky Barnes version of it. I would totally recommend everyone to watch this movie and get some tissues with you before you start watching.

Chapter 1: Late Nights and Fairy tales

Chapter 2: You Promised Me

Chapter 3: We Met again

Chapter 4: Love, Lies and Truth

Chapter 5: Trust me, love

Chapter 6: A Daughter Born, A Dream Broken

Chapter 7: Unspoken Grief

Chapter 8: A Familiar Knock

Chapter 9: The Waves Of Life

Chapter 10: Drunken Confessions

Chapter 11: Fragments Of Memories

Chapter 12: A Heart’s Resolve

Status: Completed

3. Love, Lies And Loki

Summery: Some short fics in a day in a life of Loki and his precious girlfriend Y/n.

Characters: Loki x girlfriend!reader

Note: All characters except Loki are mine!

1.Coffee, Chaos and a God in Pyjamas 🔹 Loki has been living on Earth for a year now, quietly enjoying life with a mortal partner who loves him just as he is. The story is filled with lazy mornings, shared coffee, Loki learning how to cook (and failing hilariously) 🔹

2. A Tail of Misfortune 🔹 A spell gone wrong turns Loki into a cat for 48 hours. 🔹

3.The Cold Never Bothered Him Anyway 🔹Loki was rarely bothered by the winter cold, but Y/n, it bothers her.🔹

4. Stargazing With A God 🔹 Loki creates an illusion of the Asgardian night sky on the rooftop of their apartment building. They lay together, pointing out constellations and sharing stories. 🔹

5. The Trickster’s Love Language 🔹Loki doesn’t say “I love you” easily, but he shows it in illusions, mischief, fierce protectiveness, and quiet gestures. One cozy weekend, Y/n begins to decode his love language piece by piece.🔹

6. The Trickster vs The Twins 🔹Twins Maya and Miles are baby sat by their auntie Y/n and uncle Loki while their parents are on a 2 day trip🔹

7. Turkey, Tension and Truth Bombs 🔹Y/n’s parents invite Y/n and her boyfriend Loki to thanksgiving dinner at their place.🔹

8. The Thunder Between Us 🔹Thor and Y/n become close when he comes to stay with them for a few days making Loki jealous🔹

9. The Enchanted Gift (Part 2 of ‘A Tail Of Misfortune’) 🔹Loki gifts Y/n a kitten that looked exactly like him when he turned into a cat. And that cat is just as magical as Loki🔹

10. In A Blink Of A Star 🔹Loki takes care of Y/n after she gets into a car accident🔹

11. Of Mead, Magic And Meeting Royalty 🔹Loki takes Y/n to New Asgard and meets Thor and Brunnhilde🔹

12. Four Years Of Forever 🔹Loki proposes to Y/n on their anniversary.🔹

13. Union Of Realms And Heart (Part 2 of Four Years of Forever) 🔹Loki and Y/n’s wedding day is here!🔹

14. Even Gods Catch Colds 🔹Loki catches a Midgardian cold🔹

15. Mirror, Mirror 🔹Y/N tries on a new outfit designed by herself for an event where Loki is also attending, but doesn’t feel confident in it. She tries to hide her insecurity, but Loki notices immediately. He takes her aside, sits her down, and gently unpacks what’s bothering his wife.🔹 (requested!)

16. Doppelgänger 🔹Y/N and Loki meet Loki’s Doppelgänger, Jonathan Pine (From ‘The Night Manager’) during their vacation in Italy. Y/N tells Loki how much Jonathan looks like him. Loki denies it. The couple goes on an adventure to help Jonathan defeat a villain.🔹 (requested!)

17. Domestic(ish) Bliss 🔹Grocery, IKEA furniture and laundry mess🔹

18. Across the Veil: A Tale of Mischief and Trust 🔹 A temporal rift causes two Lokis and two Y/Ns from separate multiverses to accidentally switch places. Earth-616 Loki lands in Earth-314 and meets a regal, ethereal goddess of trust—Y/N. Meanwhile, Earth-314 Loki lands in the chaotic, contemporary Earth-616 and meets the more human, sarcastic, fashion-savvy Y/N. 🔹(requested!)

19.Drunken Mischief and Divine Patience 🔹Y/n takes Loki to the club and ends up getting drunk.🔹

20. Yours, Always 🔹You and Loki have the most amazing sex since they both got married🔹 (requested!)

21. Memory Lane 🔹 Loki and Y/n take the memory lane down to the time where they first met.🔹

22. The Coldest Heart 🔹 Loki struggles with his Jotunn heritage. His ice powers sometimes flare up unpredictably, and he fears that he will hurt Y/N. He doesn’t want to let anyone see how much he fears his own nature, especially Y/N. 🔹

23. Little Mischiefs 🔹 Y/n is expecting!!🔹

24. Little Mischief P-2🔹First Kick, Baby shower and weird cravings!🔹

Status: Ongoing! (Never ending…)

4.The Roommate Rulebook

Summery: When a campus housing glitch sticks you with Peter Parker as your roommate, things start rocky—he’s always disappearing, hogs the shower, and leaves weird bruises and tech parts around. But as late-night ramen turns into real conversations and comfort, you slowly start to fall for him… only to discover he’s hiding a much bigger secret than you imagined.

Characters: College!Peter Parker (T.H.) x College!F!Reader

Note: All characters except Peter Parker, Ned, MJ and Dr. Ock are mine!

Chapter 1: The Glich

Chapter 2: Late Night Secrets

Chapter 3: Ceiling Secrets

Chapter 4: The Fever Reveal

Chapter 5: Webs And Whispers

Chapter 6: The Dress, The Threat, The Truth

Chapter 7: The Night The Music Stopped

Chapter 8: The Price of Being Spider-Man

Chapter 9: While You Were Sleeping

Chapter 10: Back To Us

Status: Completed

5. Oneshots

▫️Beneath His Smile

Summery: Y/n Rogers a detective in the NYPD and also the wife of one and only Steve Rogers investigates the brutal murder of her ex and colleague, her world begins to unravel as she investigates alongside her partner Vincent Calloway. She stumbles upon chilling evidence that points to an unthinkable suspect-her own husband.

Characters: Yandere!Steve Rogers x Detective!female reader

Warning: Dark Obsession, Yandere, Murder

Note: All the characters except Steve Rogers are mine.

▫️The Black Viper’s Heart

Summery: A mafia gang called The Phantom Vipers attack Tony Stark and his wife-Y/n on their third wedding anniversary Gala. What happens when Tony finds out that Y/n is not only a software engineer but also an ex-assassin called The Black Viper….

Characters: Husband!Tony Stark x ex-assassin!wife! Female reader

Note: All characters except The Avengers are mine!

▫️One Letter At A Time

Summery: Sam reads the letters you wrote for him before your death.

Characters: Sam Wilson x dead!Female reader

Note: All characters except Sam Wilson are mine

▫️Fifth Time’s The Charm~

Summery: Every date gets interrupted before they can steal the deal. By the fifth one, they’re both so wounded up, it turns explosive-in the best way

Characters: Bucky Barnes x F!reader

Vibes/warning: Sexual tension, mutual pining, flirty banter, interrupted make out sessions, smut, tension building.

Note: All characters except y/n are not mine

▫️Beneath The Parisian Sky

Summery: Bucky and Y/n celebrate their honeymoon in Paris.

Characters: Bucky Barnes x f!reader

Warning: Smut.

Note: All characters except Bucky are mine! Another attempt of writing smut

▫️The Girl Who Looked Like Home

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Summery: After Steve Rogers disappears in the 1940s, his fiancée Y/n L/n writes him a heartfelt letter every year from 1945 to 1990, refusing to accept his death. Decades later, her niece Venus discovers the letters and delivers them to Steve, who survived frozen in time. As Steve reads Y/n’s final words, he visits her grave — only to encounter a young woman who looks exactly like the love he lost.

Characters: Steve Rogers x f!reader

Note: All characters except Steve and Natasha are mine!

Part 2/Epilogue: The Sketchbook: “In Another Life I Knew You”

▫️Sanctum Shenanigans

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Summery: After accidentally lighting your previous magical mentor’s library on fire (it was only a small inferno, thank you), you’re sent to train under the reluctant Doctor Stephen Strange at the Sanctum Sanctorum. What starts as a clash of egos turns into a chaotic, hilarious, and oddly heartwarming partnership… especially when the Cloak of Levitation takes a shine to you.

Characters: Dr. Stephan Strange x f!Reader

Note: All Characters except y/n are not mine!

▫️Family: Assembled

❝❣︎ᴀ sᴛᴀʀᴋ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ sɪᴛᴄᴏᴍ❣︎❞

Summery: When Iron Man hangs up the suit, he trades battles for bedtime stories. Join Tony Stark, his brilliant wife Y/n, their web-slinging son Peter, and chaos queen Liliana as they navigate high-tech parenting, sibling shenanigans, and family life—with love, laughter, and the occasional glitter explosion

Characters: Tony Stark x f!Reader

Note: All Characters except Lilliana and Y/n are not mine

▫️So Be It….

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Summery: Bucky gets jealous when he sees Y/n’s co-worker Crew Lincoln flirted with his precious girlfriend.

Characters: Yandere Bucky Barnes x girlfriends!reader

Warning: Dark Obsession, Yandere, Murder

Note: All the characters except Bucky Barnes are mine.

▫️Tiny Sorceress

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Summery: Bucky and Sam take care of Y/n who accidentally turned herself into an eight month old baby.

Characters: Bucky Barnes x Sorceress!Girlfriend! Reader

Note: All the characters except Y/n are not mine.

▫️Mr. Flirtbot 3000

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Summery: Tony Stark had always been a genius, a billionaire, and a flirt—but never had he expected to fall so deeply for his best friend, Y/N, the one person who saw through his bravado. From their college days at MIT to working side by side in the Tower, their bond had always been unshakable—until Y/N’s abusive relationship threatens to tear everything apart.

Characters: Tony stark x bestfriend!f! Reader

Warning: Domestic violence, abuse, mentions of death, smut

Note: All characters except Atlas Everett are not mine!

▫️“You Already Had Me”

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Summery: From surviving captivity in Afghanistan to fighting side by side as Avengers, Y/N and Tony navigate trauma, healing, and a love that grows quietly through sketchbooks, rooftop sunsets, and sleepless nights. As their bond deepens, unspoken feelings come to light, culminating in a heartfelt proposal that redefines everything between them.

Characters: Tony stark x f!reader

Note: All characters except Y/n are not mine.

[thena0315]

[mischievous-thunder]

[uhhhj13iguess]

How are you doing today? If you are comfy doing a Peter Parker x fem Avenger reader based on this prompt?

You were nearly killed by enemy fire — shot three times. Thor flew you back in his arms, covered in blood. Bruce stabilized you. Barely.

Peter showed up last — too late.

When you briefly regained consciousness during surgery, you said one word:

“Peter.”

Now you’re back under, still critical. Peter sits outside the surgical bay, fists covered in dried blood. Wanda stands beside him, quiet.

“She called your name, you know,” she says softly. “Even when she was dying… you were the last thing on her mind.”

thank you so much for the request, i'm doing great!! i hope this lived up to what you were looking for, i loved this prompt. i love a hurt comfort bitch!! this is very loosely edited, be warned

please keep sending requests! i'm currently working on a few!

even on my deathbed

mcu!peter parker x avenger!reader

summary: you get hurt on a mission, and the last thing on your mind before losing consciousness is peter

wc: 1.5k

cw: description of gunshot/wounds, mentions surgery, swearing, sad and self-depricating peter, angst with a happy ending

the first bullet wasn't the issue.

a slight graze of your upper thigh, a burn more than anything else.

it wasn't even the second one, which caught your shoulder with a brutal force.

it was the third one. the third one, which ripped its way through your stomach, tearing apart everything in its path.

you hit the ground instantly, your legs giving way under you from the impact. everything around you felt like it was going in slow motion, a blurry scene playing out to the dramatic melody of the ringing in your ears. you slowly looked down to your hands, shaking violently as they fought to keep a steady pressure on the bullet wound. your vision grew spotty at the sight of them, stained crimson and drenched in blood. your blood.

it felt like years had passed when you finally looked up, your gaze ripped away with a firm pressure suddenly on your shoulder. it stung, but you were confident the muted pain wasn't nearly comparable to how the sans-adrenaline version felt. thor stood above you, wrapping your shoulder with part of his cape before ripping another, much larger piece for your abdomen.

he was talking to you but it fell on deaf ears, the ringing overpowering even the voice of a god. you could see the worry on his face as he bent down further to scoop his arms under your legs, lifting you with unbelievable ease, a stark constast to how heavy your body was beginning to feel.

you made your way back to the jet, bruce outside and eagerly waiting for you.

the next moments were a blur of transportation, hazy grey flooding your vision as you entered the jet on the gurney that felt way more comfortable than it should've. your eyes were heavy as you watched the team slowly begin to crowd around you, adorned with their own battle scars.

tony leaned close to your face, his voice drowned out by your haze. wanda was next, grabbing your hand tightly. sam, steve, bucky, everyone congested around you as they frantically spoke to each other, harsh emotions lacing their features as they talked.

darting your eyes through the swarm of avengers, you fought off sleep as you searched for the one pair you didn't see staring back at you: peter's.

just as everything started to fade and you felt your body fall, you heard a voice that put your mind at ease. even though you couldn't see him, knowing he was safe was enough. one word fell from your quivering lips as everything went black:

"peter."

peter didn't leave your side until the nurses had to physically pry him from the gurney.

he sat outside the med bay, still in his suit, bloodied and riddled with guilt. it was his fault this happened. he was supposed to be the one in that hallway, not you. it was supposed to be him heading to backup nat, not you.

peter cried into his knees, pulling them close to his chest as he replayed the mission in his head. how he missed the guy to his left, getting knocked down on his way to nat. how he didn't stop you from running past him to get to her.

sobs racked through him as he felt a presence at his side, ragged breaths turning into frightened hiccups. wanda gave him a soft smile as she sat next to him.

she took his hand in her own. "how are you holding up?"

peter gave her a sharp scoff. "how does it look like?"

wanda gave him a look, a stern one he usually reserved for may. he looked down, eyebrows furrowed together. "m'sorry."

"she called for you, you know."

peter's gaze snapped up to meet hers, a once-guilty face now turned confused. "what?"

"right before she lost consciousness, she called out your name," wanda gave in a soft voice, thumbs drawing soothing patterns on the boy's palm. "you were the last thing on her mind, even when she was dying."

peter felt his heart racing, thousands of thoughts swirling in his mind. she could feel it, squeezing his hand and offering him a hopeful smile.

"i think you should talk to her. she's out of surgery now."

he nodded, barely noticeable to the naked eye. wiping the tears from his cheeks, he stood up with a hand still in wanda's helping her up as well. peter immediately pulled her into a hug, his nervous system grounding itself in her warm arms.

"thank you," peter whispered, his voice quivering and on the verge of tears once more.

she pulled back, patting his cheek playfully. he admired how even in the worst, she made every attempt to brighten the mood.

peter watched wanda make her way back down the hall, nerves taking over his meek frame once again. did you even want to see him? were you mad at him? you should be, he thought. this was all his fault.

he shook it off, forcing his feet forward towards your recovery room. with shaking hands, peter gave soft knocks against the wood.

"come in," he heard you speak weakly, and a frown took hold of his face as he heard how broken you sounded.

as soon as he saw your near lifeless frame in the hospital bed, peter burst into tears. he rushed to your side, immediately wrapping his arms around you and burying his face into your neck. ignoring the pain coursing through you, you hugged him back, easing some tension peter was holding onto.

"i'm so sorry, i'm so fucking sorry. it should've been me, it should've fucking been me that got hurt. i'm so sorry," peter rambled, hiccuping in your ear as he worked himself up.

you pulled back, tears flooding your own cheeks as you forced him to look at you. "peter, what the hell are you talking about?"

he shook his head violently, dishelved curls bouncing about as he stared back with wide, blood-shot eyes. "i should've been the one walking down there. i should've known about the guy around the corner, it... it should've been me."

you pulled him close again, hands tangled in his hair. "peter, please. i don't want it to have been you. this wasn't your fault, this is what we do."

he choked out a sob, crushing you in his arms as he practically laid on top of you, despite the circumstances. whether it was the morphine or peter's presence, you didn't seem to mind.

"i'm so glad you're okay. i thought i lost you, i-- fuck," peter hiccuped.

this time, he pulled back first, his large, shaking hands coming up to cup either side of your face. "i thought i lost you."

you gave him a tired smile. "you can't get rid of me that easily, parker."

peter mirrored your smile, eyes fluttering around your face and taking stock of all your scrapes and bruises. he lingered on your lips, sending butterflies through your ripped-up insides.

"peter, i--" your voice cracked, bottom lip chewed to shreds as you fought to find your words. "i thought i was going to die."

his lips fell to a frown, concern and guilt on his features once again.

"i know bug, i'm so sorry. i'm so sorry."

you shook your head at him. "no, pete. i don't want you to feel bad. i just mean.,

"i thought i was going to die. and all i could think about... was you."

the last part was a whisper, a secret shared between the two of you. peter furrowed his brows together, not quite understanding.

"i'm sorry to worry you."

you gave a frustrated sigh. "no, not like that, peter. i didn't want to die not, not... telling you how i feel. about, you."

his eyes grew wide, a flush taking over his cheeks. "you were thinking about... me?"

you nodded, nervousness taking over as your bottom lip found its way between your teeth again. "mhm."

"oh,"

"oh."

"yeah," you averted your gaze, suddenly regretting every action you've made since waking up. maybe this was just a pain med-induced dream. hopefully. you chewed mercilessly at your lip, a tinge of metallic dancing across your tongue as you drew blood.

you felt peter's thumb on your lip, causing you to relax it and meet his eyes once again. they were much softer than before, once bloodshot and now bright.

"how about i go grab an endless supply of ice chips, you make room on that sorry excuse for a bed, and you tell me all about how you feel, about me?"

the morphine was no match for the way peter made you feel.

[isaacarellanesismyhusband]

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Come find me - peter parker x avenger!female!reader

Part two to promises, oceans deep // we both did the best we could do underneath the same moon, and in different galaxies // based on the song 'Peter' by Taylor Swift

Summary: you thought you would get over him, but you never did. It takes getting hurt, and Cap looking out for you, for you to finally get your head straight.

Author's notes: I ignore a lot of post-endgame stuff. Steve never left, Wanda isn't evil, Peter was never forgotten. I've left reader and Peter's ages semi-ambiguous, so you can decide for yourself what age you think is appropriate!

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You said you were gonna grow up, then you were gonna come find me.

Peter opened his eyes slowly, the light streaming in from the window attacking them. He must have fallen asleep without closing the curtains last night. As he came to, he realised what day it was. And a chill ran through his body.

"Peter!" May called. "Peter, get up! We're going to be late!" She rushed into the room, her nose curling up in disgust at presumably, the smell of depressed teenage boy. "God, we have to open a window in here. It's toxic."

He huffed, and rolled away from her. "May, I don't want to go." He had spoken about this with her already. He knew that Ned and MJ were going, but he didn't want to. He couldn't go, when she wasn't going to be there.

"Is it because of (y/n)?" May's voice was soft, gentle. Like she was talking to a scared, little animal. He hated the pity laced in her words. "I'm sorry she's not going to be there sweetheart, you know she's got a lot going on with rebuilding the Avengers."

You said you were gonna grow up, then you were gonna come find me.

He swallowed, sadness crossing his face, but May didn't see it. "She's avoiding me, anyways."

Words from the mouths of babes, promises, oceans deep. But never to keep. Oh, never to keep.

May didn't say anything to Peter, but she thought it was for the best. She knew how devastating it was, for both of you, to come back to see one of you had kept moving, while the other stayed in place. She saw, in the few weeks following the battle at the compound, how you looked like you was going to be sick every time you were around Peter.

She saw how you barely talked, barely smiled, barely did anything.

She hadn't been around for the five long years between the snaps, but from what she talked about with Captain Rogers, you had taken the losses particularly badly.

Snapping back to the present, she looked at Peter and wondered if you would ever find your way back to one another. She made a mental note to ask Steve how you were doing when she saw him later.

"Let's go, come on." She held his shoulder and gave it a shake. "Your parent's would've killed me if I ever let you skip your graduation."

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The day was a blur. MJ and Ned gave him a hug on arrival, knowing that he didn't want to be here. All he could feel was the loss sitting heavy on his chest. Tony wasn't here. Natasha wasn't here. His parents weren't here. Uncle Ben. You.

There were photos and smiles and drinks. He forced himself to get through it, for May, if nothing else.

Steve gave him a big hug as soon as he saw him, knowing that he was a poor replacement for who Peter really wanted to see. "Hey! Congratulations, Pete!" He gave him a signature pat on the shoulder as Peter muttered a 'thanks, cap' back at him. Steve continued; "(y/n) sends her regards, she's sorry she couldn't come."

Peter bitterly thought that Steve was just telling him what he wanted to hear. He knew that if you wanted to be here, you would have made it happen. He wanted to be mad... but he knew this day would be too painful for you, too.

I won't confess that I waited, but I let the lamp burn. As the men masqueraded, I hoped you'd return.

At dinner, he was distracted. MJ and Ned were talking about the latest political news -- MJ talked about some senators voting record, while Ned relayed funny memes he had found on instagram about her. This obviously descended into chaos.

Peter was more interested in the conversation going on at the other end of the table, between May and Steve.

"So tell me, how is (y/n)?" May asked, looking at your guardian.

He looked almost... resigned. He breathed out, worry lines creasing his forehead. Peter could nearly feel the worry radiating off of him. "She's doing... okay. She's throwing herself into work at the moment, somewhere in Europe. It's all tightly under wraps, but she's an amazing agent these days."

May smiled, weakly. She knew that an avenger 'throwing themselves into work' was a worrying symptom of an emotional storm. She could see it in her own kid.

"Well, tell her we were asking for her when you talk to her next."

"I will. Thanks, May."

Peter had to know more. It was like a burning, aching in his chest. He watched as Steve silently ate his pasta, something - you - on his mind. He knew Steve hadn't said everything to May. Peter longed for the days where he would've known what you were up to.

"Pete, will you tell him to not infantilise politicians!" MJ finally snapped him out of it. Ned laughed at her outburst.

Peter snapped his head back to them. "Yeah, yeah. Ned, it's like... not good for democracy. Or whatever." He felt bad actually, because it was a good point. He just didn't have the energy to back her up right now.

"Ugh! They are employed for us." She groaned.

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Peter's back was aching. He stretched it out, trying to power through the ache that came with changing position. Shit, he looked at the clock. It was 3am, and he had been sitting working on this assignment for way, way longer than he anticipated.

Just as he stood up to get ready for bed, his phone flashed, illuminating the room.

"What. the. hell." He said to no one. It was a text from you. God, he hadn't even seen you in more than a year now. Whenever you returned from the top-secret missions you were sent on, you were always mysteriously busy whenever Pete was free, or around. He knew you stayed at Cap's new townhouse in Brooklyn with him, but every time Peter went around, you had always just left. And every single time, Steve gave him a pitying smile while informing him that you had really urgent business to return to, but you were really sorry to miss him.

Are you up?

The text message read. Peter felt like he went through all the stages of grief reading it. He opened it immediately, cursing and praying to Jesus that he didn't have read receipts on. He hurriedly swiped off the message app when the typing bubble came up again.

Not a booty call, I promise.

He almost laughed at that. Almost.

Yeah, are you okay? He replied.

As soon as he had sent it, there was a tap tap tap at the window. He froze for a moment, his heart beat reaching an almost crescendo.

And then, he was moving.

He ripped back the curtain, threw open the window. And there you were. Hunched in the darkness of the fire escape, in a way that immediately, Peter knew something was wrong.

"(y/n)? What are you doing - are you hurt?" He watched as you moved at a near snail's pace from the way you were uncomfortably slumped on the fire escape to enter his room.

The light barely lit up the soft, painful smile as you looked up at him. "Hi, Pete." There was almost a slur in your words. Peter's eyebrows knitted together in both confusion and concern. His arms found your waist as he supported you in moving in through the window and to his bed.

Once you were settled, he strode across the room and flicked the small lamp on. He did not like what he saw.

Although your suit was black, he could tell that it was nearly soaked through with blood. Your nose was trickling blood steadily, and there was a large patch of crimson next to your ear, on your hairline. The skin he could see was littered with bruises even where it wasn't streaked with blood.

"Shit, (y/n)." He dove under his bed, to where he kept the first aid stuff from when he went out patrolling. He ran his hands through it, quickly finding suture material and bandages.

Thank god he had restocked recently, or you could've been in serious trouble. To be honest, you were in trouble either way.

He tried to triage your wounds. From what he could tell, the gash on your side that you were holding seemed to be where a lot of the blood on your torso was coming from. "You're, uhh... going to have to take off your suit, so I can see the damage."

He flushed as he said it. And he swore that he could see your face getting warmer, too. But he was so preoccupied on, you know, not letting you die, that he didn't properly register it.

"Sure, yeah." You reached your arm around to the zip, but as you moved your wounds screamed in pain. You hissed through your teeth and swore, quietly. You were all too aware that May was probably sleeping in the room next door, and you had to be quiet.

Peter reached out, "Let me help," He spoke under his breath. He unzipped you and you slowly shuffled off your suit, wearing some gym shorts and a sports bra underneath.

With the suit off, Peter could see exactly the kind of state you were in. Not only from the fight you had obviously been in, but you also looked unhealthy, almost weak. He remembered a you that always looked so strong, sturdy. This wasn't the person he was seeing in front of him now.

There were scars that were recent but clearly had begun to heal, there was bruises over every part of your body. The biggest gash on your side oozed thick, maroon blood. Looking at your face, he could see that your cheekbones were nearly hollow, your eyes sunken, and the bags under them unmistakeable.

Nothing like the bright-eyed, bushy-tailed teenager he used to love.

"What happened?" He looked into your eyes as he began to tend to the wounds. Which was difficult, considering you were more wound than human at this point. He cleaned up around you gash, and then muttered 'this is going to hurt' as he began to exhibit the skills you had learned from Steve's mandatory 'basic field medicine' course a few years back.

"Ow, fuck." You mumbled, your voice strained. "I got into a fight."

"Well, yeah. I had actually figured that one out." He didn't look at you for concentrating on stitching. "A little more explanation would be good."

You breathed out slowly through the pain. "Okay, I got into a big fight."

He rolled his eyes. He clearly wasn't going to get very much information from you.

"Was it a mission?" He asked.

"No, it was - jesus." You cursed once again. It was really hard to talk while someone was continuously piercing a needle into your abdomen. "Extracurricular, you could say."

He looked up. "(y/n), this doesn't look like just a quick neighbourhood patrol." He knew you were keeping information from him because you thought he wouldn't approve.

"Why did you come here?"

You broke his eye contact. "I was nearby, and Brooklyn is a hell of a trek when you can't swing through the city." He nodded, it was a logical answer. He would always welcome you here, no matter what happened between you guys personally. He was glad you seemed to know that. "And... Cap can't know about this."

Peter's concern seemed to grow with everything you said, and you could clearly see it on his face.

"Please, Peter... He's worried already, I know it. And he's semi-retired, he deserves to rest without worrying about me." You pleaded.

He was slow to accept what you were saying. "But he's practically your dad, (y/n), he raised you. You don't think he would want to know that you're injured? Badly injured, might I add. I don't think this is even something our medical training can cover..."

You raised an eyebrow. "So, you tell Aunt May every time you get hurt?"

"Well, I've not been hurt as badly as you have."

"And if you were, you would tell her?"

He broke eye contact, and looked away. You didn't have to acknowledge out loud that he knew you were right.

With your feet on the ground, tell me all that you learned. 'Cause loves never lost when perspective is earned.

The silence that hung in the air was an awkward one. It suddenly caught up to you both, what was happening. Sitting in your shorts and sports bra, on the boy you used to date's bed. The same boy you had successfully managed to avoid for the best part of a year -- with the exception of Steve's christmas party last year. Just thinking about the awkward, heart-achy small talk made a shiver roll down your spine.

"Do you want to stay here?"

The question felt loaded. Want? Need? The lines were blurred.

"If... that's okay? I can't go back to Steve's like this."

He nodded. "You know you're always welcome here. You take the bottom bunk, obviously.” He smiled.

These bunk beds used to annoy the hell out of the both of you. You just wanted to sleep wrapped in each other’s arms, but May and Cap had insisted that if you were going to stay round, it had to be bunk beds. And the door had to stay open.

The nostalgia made your eyes sting. It didn’t take a lot to do that these days, to be fair.

Peter jumped into the top bunk, and switched the light off. “Goodnight, (y/n).” He whispered, softly, to the darkness.

“Night, Pete.” You muttered in return.

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That night was the best sleep you’ve had since… hell, you couldn’t even remember when. It was probably the blood loss, or…

No, it was definitely the blood loss. For sure.

A sweet scent caught your attention as you adjusted your eyes to the sunlight filtering through the moth-eaten curtains. And the noise… music, clanging of pots, mumbling.

You checked your phone. “Well, shit.”

7.24am. 38 missed calls from “Cap 🦅🫡”.

There were texts as well.

2am: Everything okay? When should I expect you back?

2.24am: Sweetheart?

3.46am: (y/n), I’m getting worried, what’s going on?

4am: Okay, stop playing now. Call me.

6am: You’re in big trouble if this isn’t an emergency, kid.

Shit, shit, shit.

You jolted up, immediately letting out a yelp of pain as you remembered exactly why you were here in the first place. Fuck.

You pressed your hand to your stomach, with a little blood coming away with your hand. Shoddy workmanship, you laughed. You would have to sort it later.

Pulling on your suit from yesterday - thankfully, the blood stains blended in with the dark material - you realised getting home inconspicuously wasn’t going to be super easy. You listened to whatever was going on in the kitchen, the music that you recognised from when you and Peter were together. It all felt so familiar. Too familiar.

And you said you’d come and get me but you were 25, and the shelf life of those fantasies had expired. Lost to the lost boys chapter of your life, Forgive me Peter, please know that I tried to hold on, to the days where you were mine.

You weren’t proud of it, but you opened the window, and climbed out.

You didn’t see Peter’s face fall when he returned to the room, with a stack of pancakes in one hand and a cup of tea in the other. You didn’t see him stare at the smiley face made of whipped cream, mutter “I’m an idiot” and throw the stack away.

You didn’t see the tears fall.

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The aches and pains that pulsed through your body only grew worse the closer you got to Cap’s house. Climbing the stairs felt like a mammoth task, but as you got to the top and put your key in, the door opened -

He was mad mad. You stood in a sort of pseudo-staring contest for what felt like a long time, unsure whether or not it would be appropriate to look away. His eyebrows were furrowed further than you had ever seen, bags under his eyes larger than they had been for a long time.

“Get inside.” He borderline hissed at you. You didn’t respond, just walked. Slowly, subconsciously covering your bleeding side with your arm.

As you walked into the living room, familiar voices greeted you.

“What time do you call this?” Bucky stood by the fireplace, his arms crossed.

Sam sat on the couch in front of him, nursing a cup of coffee. Coffee so strong, you could smell it from the other side of the room. “You look like shit.”

You looked down. “Sorry, guys. I didn’t mean to worry anyone.”

Steve put a firm hand on your shoulder. Still wordless. He pushed you towards the couch, and then down onto it.

He sat next to Sam on the one opposite, Bucky moving to sit on the other side of him. It felt like a judging panel. You supposed that’s exactly what it was.

“Explain.” Steve started. His gaze not becoming any kinder as he looked at you.

“I was with a friend-” You started.

“Which one?” Steve asked, pointedly.

You swallowed. “Um,”

“You’re lying, (y/n).” He folded his arms and leaned back. “I phoned all of your friends, you weren’t with any of them. You said to Sam after training yesterday that you were heading straight home, and here you waltz in nearly 12 hours later. Tell the truth.”

“Fine.” You sighed. You knew he was telling the truth, there was no point trying to call his bluff. “I was at Peter’s.”

You watched every one of them raise an eyebrow at the same time, nearly comedically timed. Steve sat forward in his seat.

“Parker’s? Why?” He tilted his head at you. You were glad that the anger seemed to have somewhat subsided, but you weren’t in the clear yet.

You swallowed. “I, uh…”

Sam started laughing. “Oh my god, (y/n)… you dog!” He looked at Bucky and Steve, who painfully slowly caught on to what he was referring to.

“No! No, no. No. Not that, it wasn’t like that.” You felt the heat in your cheeks and prayed that it wasn’t showing to them too, although something in Sam’s gleeful expression, Steve’s embarrassed blush and Bucky’s quiet enjoyment of the situation suggested otherwise.

“(y/n), I’m at a loss right now.” Steve shook his head. “I don’t understand. Lately, you’ve been disappearing, being secretive - I mean, last I heard you didn’t want to be around Pete at all. And now you stayed at his with no explanation whatsoever, when we were all out looking for you last night?”

Your heart sank, thinking of them worried and out on the streets looking for you. You never could lie to them for long - you should just come clean.

You gave a big sigh. “I got hurt while trying to stop a robbery in Queens, and I didn’t know where else to go.”

With that, they all sat up straight. Grim expressions replaced the more relaxed ones that you had fought so hard to keep.

“Hurt? Where?” Steve immediately stood up from his spot and marched over to your couch, scanning you over with his eyes.

You pulled your hand away from the side, where it had stayed for the duration of this interrogation. It was covered in blood.

All three men immediately jumped into action upon seeing the blood. "Woah!" Sam shouted, running for the extensive medical kit Steve kept in the kitchen.

Steve knitted his eyebrows together while putting his arm around you, looking into your eyes, presumably looking for any sort of concussion or mental delay. "You've been sitting here bleeding this whole time?" He sighed, and then sort of mumbled under his breath, "What is going on with you?"

Bucky grabbed a can of coke from the fridge and brought it over to you. "Drink it, you need sugar." You could tell from his tone that he was annoyed.

"Thanks, Buck." You whispered in return.

You watched your adoptive father's worried expression as he looked at the wounds you had sustained, and the haphazard stitches that Peter had put in last night (and the blood coming through them where they hadn't been done properly).

He fixed you, properly, and bandaged the stitches just to be sure. Sam and Bucky hand him things, making jokes occasionally that you smile at, but it does nothing to improve the cloudy look in Steve's eyes.

"Guys, can you give us a second." He ushers Bucky and Sam out of the room. Sam gets up and leads Bucky away, who still looked furious. You knew he probably wasn't this pissed off at you, and rather the people who had hurt you, but you couldn't be entirely sure. Once you're alone, Cap comes and sits next to you on the couch. "Do you have wounds anywhere else?"

You shake your head. "Just bruises and minor cuts, nothing big."

"Okay," He pursed his lips. "Let's talk then."

You avoided meeting his eyes.

"Tell me what's going on, in there." He tapped the side of your head, just like he used to do when you were a teenager at the Compound upstate. Before everyone came back.

You sighed. "I feel like an asshole." He put a friendly hand on your shoulder. "I'm really sorry for worrying you, and Sam and Bucky. I'm trying not to do that, at all. That's why I didn't come back last night."

He sighs. "Sweetheart, you should never be worrying about me. It's my job to worry about you." He puts a loving arm round your shoulder.

He took a second, considering what he was going to say before continuing, "You've not been the same since the Blip, and I know it's hard. But you have to start living again." It was nothing he hadn't said before.

"But I don't really... have anything other than work. Keeping people safe."

"Hey, hey. That's not true. You have us. You know we're your family."

"Yeah, no... I know. But I just... my friends were all blipped, and Peter..." You felt a tear spring to your eye. It had been a while since you had cried about it. "I've not felt normal since they left, and then when they came back... and I was so much older."

He rubbed your back as he watched a single tear fall.

"(y/n), Peter is older now, too. And I know he never got over you, either... why don't you talk to him?"

"I think I might have burned the bridge, Cap. I snuck out the window this morning while I think he was making breakfast."

He gave you a disapproving look that made you feel like a child being scolded. "That's not very nice, kid. I think you should chat to him."

"Yeah, I guess so." You moved to get up from the couch, but sat right back down when a shooting pain radiated up nearly your entire body. "Shit."

"Hey, hey! Sit down!" Steve pushed you back down. "On second thoughts, why don't you invite him and May round for dinner? You're not going anywhere, kid."

"Yeah, that sounds better." You laughed, meekly. "Although I have to shower..."

"I'll call Wanda to help you out with that." His quick, embarrassed tone made you laugh.

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"Hey, there she is!" Sam shouted as you walked back into the kitchen where they were diligently making dinner. Wanda walked past you to the fridge, pulling out a soda. "How are you feeling?" He asked.

"Better, thanks Sam." He nodded in approval at your response.

"You look better, you know that. You looked like death warmed up earlier, and that's not even an exaggeration." You rolled your eyes at him, "You've even managed to dress nice for the occasion! It's been a while since I've seen you in anything but sweats." You pushed his shoulder, stopping the incessant chatter.

Bucky threw an arm around your shoulder. "You're a chip off the old block, y'know. Just like Stevie." You watched as it was Steve's turn to roll his eyes at his friend's antics.

The doorbell rang through the house, ending the moment. Your heart thudded in your chest, a wave of nausea overtaking your stomach. "That'll be May and Peter, I'll grab the door." Steve gave you a knowing look, like he could read your mind. "Are you going to be okay?"

You nodded, slowly, taking deep breaths. Wanda slung her arms over your shoulder, whispering "you're going to be just fine." She pressed a kiss to your cheek.

"Hi, Steve," May Parker's soothing voice carried through to the kitchen. All four of you remaining in the kitchen wandered through the hall to meet your guests.

When May's eyes fell to you, you could swear there was a tear in them. But it was gone almost as quick as you could tell. "Oh my darling girl," She wrapped you in a hug, squeezing tight. It kind of hurt, but you were desperate to not let it show. You needed this. "It's been far too long, we've missed you so much."

"I know May, I'm sorry I haven't dropped by." You apologised as she dropped the hug. She put a loving hand on your face, and smiled sweetly.

"Don't be silly, sweetie. You have nothing to apologise for." Unfortunately, she didn't know the half of what you had to apologise for.

As it came to your turn to greet Peter, your heart pounded. The others ruffled his hair, lightly bullied him over how dressed up he was. It was only a shirt and sweater, you didn't really see the problem. But Bucky and Sam were always on the lookout for ways to playfully get under spiderboy's skin.

"I think you look nice." You blurted out, almost involuntarily. Bucky and Sam smirked at your outburst, and you suddenly realised that maybe they weren't goading Peter, they were goading you.

"Uh, thanks... you look better," As it came out of his mouth, he realised that he was alluding to something you had asked him not to tell them. "Oh, um, I mean like good, you look good."

You laughed a little. "It's okay, Pete. I told them, we're good."

Steve interrupted, a firm hand on Peter's shoulder. "So, Pete. I hear you've been aiding my daughter to keep secrets from me." Peter gulped at his words. "Relax, kid. I'm just messing. Although we definitely have to improve your stitching skills because that was sloppy."

May stood, confused. "Peter, do you want to catch me up to speed here?"

"Sorry, May." Steve said. "I'll explain what these rascals have been up to." He linked arms with her and wandered towards the dining room with everyone else following. Leaving you and Peter standing in the hallway.

You finally flung your arms around Peter. "You told them?" He asked, at least a modicum of relief behind his words.

You nod. "I kind of had to, they had been out last night looking for me. I felt bad." You swallowed, and realised this was a good time to apologise. "Thank you for helping me out last night, I don't know what I would have done without you."

His arm raised to the back of his neck, as he looked away from you. "Hey, no problem. Anytime."

"I'm sorry I left without saying goodbye."

"It's... alright, (y/n). You had to get home, I understand."

"No, Peter. It was shitty of me to do that to you. I'm sorry."

He smiled, his hand moving towards yours. When he got there, he wrapped yours in his, and gave a loving squeeze. It was the most romantic contact you had had since... well, since him. You were surprised that it felt so normal.

"Let's get dinner." He whispered. You nodded in agreement.

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You said you were gonna grow up, then you were gonna come find me.

Dinner was as dinner usually is. It was delicious, clearly Steve had been cooking a lot since he took a step back from the Avengers. Sam and Bucky argued while Wanda, Steve and May talked a lot about current events. You and Peter chatted mostly about what your friends were up to, and what your plans were.

"I'm thinking of going full-time with the avengers." Peter revealed. Your eyes widened, knowing that when you were younger, that's all you had both wanted. To be fighting alongside each other, permanently.

"Peter, that's amazing!" You breathed out. "But what about college, didn't you want to go to MIT?"

"Nah," He smiled. "Changed my mind. Don't think I could do avenging and college at the same time. Plus, Tony left a bunch of science stuff behind for me to finish off, so I would have my own lab at the new facility anyway."

You couldn't help the wide grin that adorned your features. "When would you move?"

"I could move anytime. Are you um, planning to go to the new facility?" He asked.

"Yeah, I was hoping to split my time between here and there." You looked over at Steve, talking with May. He didn't need you here. You knew he would love for you to stay, but he would be just fine without you. Plus, he was only semi retired. He'd probably be at the new facility more than you. "I know Bucky and Sam are going over there full-time, that's why they're crashing here for now."

"Oh, great." He sarcastically rolled his eyes and laughed.

Your conversation was interrupted by Bucky shouting over to you, "Hey, kid! Tell everyone about the time you tripped yourself up and accidentally caught the bad guy."

"Bucky, stop telling everyone about that!"

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"Hey, do you want to go swinging?" Peter whispered, as everyone started clearing plates.

You eyed Cap nervously, knowing that you couldn't leave without telling him, again. Not after your heart to heart earlier. There was no way he would let you swing with Peter, not with as many stitches as you had.

"Maybe just a walk?" You mentioned to Peter. He glanced down at your side, where he had seen the wound last night, and agreed.

You both got up, clearing your dishes as you went. "You ask him." You whispered to Peter while the older avengers and May were still in conversation.

"What? No, you ask him." He harshly whispered back. You rolled your eyes.

"Hey, Cap?" You got the attention of everyone still at the dining table.

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"Would it be okay if Peter and I went on a walk?"

"Of course, honey. But no swinging," he sternly looked at Peter. "and wear a jacket, it's cold out there."

"Aye aye, cap'n." You saluted him playfully, walking out of the room and waving to everyone. You would see them when you got back, anyways.

What you didn't hear was Steve asking Sam for Redwing to follow you, at a distance. Just in case.

You threw on a jacket and a scarf, opening the door once Peter had done the same. It was cold. It was that kind of biting, painful cold that really settled into your bones.

The walk was mostly silent at first, the street sounds filling the gap. You gasped quietly as Peter snaked his hand into yours as you wandered. The warmth was very nice, but the implication made your heart do double time.

"Where do you want to go?" He broke the silence.

Truthfully, you had no idea. You had absolutely no direction in your brain as your thoughts were smothered by the fact that you were together, holding hands.

"I don't mind, really." You responded.

"I know a place... but it requires climbing, is that okay?" He asked, once again his eyes wandering to where your wound was healing, under your clothes.

"Yeah, that's fine. Where is it?"

He walked with you for a little while longer. Once you reached a taller building, he motioned for you to hop onto his back, as you used to do.

"Be careful," You whispered in his ear. Your hot breath so close to him made his hair stand on end, goosebumps sticking up all over his skin.

He swallowed. "I've got you, don't worry."

And so, he climbed. It was quick, he was stronger now than you remembered. You felt his back muscles tense and relax under you as he flexed out his arms to pull you both up.

He set you down carefully once you got to the top, showing you the view. You wondered how he had found these places, how he always had the most extraordinary little pockets of New York that he reserved, just for you.

"It's gorgeous." You sighed, contentedly.

You could feel his eyes on you. You could tell exactly what he was thinking, without even seeing his face. His hand wrapped itself in yours, as you pulled your jacket and scarf closer around you.

"Are you cold?"

Before you could even respond, his jacket was wrapped around your shoulders. You smiled at his chivalry, drawing the jacket around you and appreciating the extra protection against the elements.

"(y/n), can we talk?" You felt his eyes on you again. You nodded at him, unable to find words as your blood pumped ferociously around your body. "I want to try again..."

Your eyes widened at his confession.

"I mean it," He continued. "I've never... I've never stopped loving you. I've spent years trying to move on, but I haven't. There's no one like you in the world. No one."

His hand lefts yours, and found your cheek. His eyes wandered over every freckle, every scar, every bruise he could see. "You are so beautiful."

You were at a loss for what to say. You had craved these words since the moment you left Clint's farm that day. You could barely hear anything anymore, as the moment melted away to just you, and him.

And so, you did what you had wanted to do for so long.

You kissed him.

As your lips connected, it took a second for him to even register what was happening. But once he did, the passion, the emotion you felt in that moment was like nothing you had ever experienced. His hands tangled in your hair, desperately drawing you towards him.

This wasn't like to loving kisses you used to pepper over each other's lips. This was need, it was animalistic. It was war and anger and heat. It was love.

When you both finally pulled away, your breath was ragged. You placed your forehead on his, your hot breath tickling each other's faces.

"I've never stopped thinking of you, Peter." You admitted. "Not for a second. I've always regretted walking away from you, hurting you like that." You screwed your eyes shut, the pain of the memories a little too much to bear.

He raised your face until your eyes met his. "It wasn't your fault. I left you behind in the snap, and you spent five years mourning me. I never blamed you for what came after, (y/n). Never."

His words soothed the pain in your chest. You had always wondered.

"I want to start fresh with you. I want to go on dates and get to know you, as you are now. I want to be normal kids..." He stroked your cheek with his thumb.

"I want that too, Pete."

He pressed another kiss to your lips, this one short and sweet. "Good," He looked into your eyes, a mischievous glint in them. "Then we should probably get you home, we've got an early start tomorrow."

You raised your eyebrow in questioning.

"I'm taking you for breakfast, sunshine."