Broskis I Already Know That We’re Gonna Go On A Wild Ride And I’m Hyped

Broskis I already know that we’re gonna go on a wild ride and I’m hyped

On my own

Part 1

(Peter Parker x Reader)

A lot of Tony Stark as well!!!

Summary: Reader lives a hard life, jumping from foster home to foster home, only staying in NYC though. The reader is a mutant, no one wanted her, and it’s not like she could contain her powers. But in her efforts to steal a famous suit, she ends up getting caught. Her path going in a different direction.

Warning: Language, violence, absuiveness, sexual harassment (sorta not really)

Word count: 4.3 K

A/N: I’m starting a new series because I just can’t stop thinking about this idea and I really need to get it out of my system. This doesn’t mean I’m not opening up requests. I’m still opening them when winter break starts :) And if anyone finds a way for me to post smut before tumbler starts taking them down LET ME KNOW PLEASEEEEE

You leaned your head back, looking up at the ceiling, your head resting on the chair. As you watched the plain white clean ceiling, your mind drifted off to how you ended up here. Cuffed to a desk.

This is it. You thought. You tied the straps on your backpack. You looked into the stained mirror, applying the black paint around your eyes. You then tied a black bandana on your mouth and pulled your also black hoodie up. You took a look around the room. All your equipment and tech laid out on the worn out tables. Your eyes then widen.

Running up to your shelf, you quickly grab your gloves. Slipping them on, you stretch your fingers in the glove. You take one last look at the room, and head towards the door. You lock the door behind you securely, putting the key in your bag.

You jogged down steps of the old video shack. It was still open, but no one ever came. Luckily the owner only opens the store from Mondays to Thursdays, so you convinced him to let you take the place above him. It was a small space and it was pretty broken up and he never went upstairs so he gave it to you. Only if you helped clean the place, and worked at least two of the four days he’s opened. You obviously took it because it was better than nothing.

You turned the whole floor, into your own lab. Taking advantage of the old tech the owner never wanted, and the many outlets in the room. You’ve had this place now for about two or three years now. Your main reason for this lab though, was to design a type of device to control and harness your powers.

You were a mutant.

You never had it easy. Mainly because your powers were too strong, and your only a teenage girl. What you could do was incredible, but your always careful not to unleash it. Because just a small thing could do a lot of damage.

What are your powers? You have the ability to absorb cosmic energy and other forms of energy and channel it back in the form of photonic blasts. You also had incredible stamina.

Though these powers sound amazing, your afraid of them. Your afraid to know what happens if you loose control. Your afraid to know what happens to yourself if you loose control. Yes, you’ve used them many times, but never to a huge extent. You’ve designed many devices, such as a tight suit to hold in your energy, but that just ended up melting.

For the past three years, you’ve been stealing tech from people, trying to use it to your benefit. Currently what’s helping you control your powers are these gloves. So what are you doing now? Well let’s get back to where we were.

It’s currently 1:45am. The store was closed, so no one was there when you came down. You made your way out the backdoor. You kept your head low, your hands in your pockets as you walked quickly. It was a normal night in Queens. People roamed the streets, you saw drug deals go down in alleyways, the same old.

As you approached Manhattan, you picked up the speed. Staying close to the dark alleyways, you ran down the streets. You didn’t have super speed, but you definitely weren’t average.

Finally apporching the Avengers Tower.

You heard on the news they were closing it down, and moving to a different place. Which made for a perfect night to take some stuff.

Your life is rough, you weren’t just going to sit there and beg for a better life. You take what you get and you make it your own. You lived on the streets, you were tossed around like garbage, so you took to yourself. You used your abilities, and brilliant mind to get what you needed to survive. You were a criminal. You didn’t ask to be one, it just happened. After being left on the streets at four months, you grew accustomed to this. Now your 16 and you’ve never been caught once.

Well at least not until you did this.

You tapped the screen on your watch. It looked shitty, but it was worked. The small screen let out a blue 3D map of the tower, all the paths and exit ways. You took a few turns, finding your way to a backdoor. As an instinct you scanned the area. Your eyes landing on a small video camera. With a flick of your fingers aimed towards the camera, it’s on the floor, melted. You run with your back low. Your hands ghost over the knob, burning it until you hear a click

Stepping into the tower you take a quick check around. Empty.

You follow your screen, up a few stairs, taking rights and lefts, finally finding it. Your eyes looked through the small window on the door. Your eyes lighting up at what was behind the doors. There beautiful. You scanned each Iron man suit, you could feel the excitement. You finally had the tech to make something. Not just something, but something that could get you out.

All you ever wanted, all you ever needed, was to have a well suited together device that could help you control your powers so you could get away from this place. You could leave the foster homes, the abusive parents, the mistreating and handling. All of it. You needed an out. And this was it.

You quickly made work to the key pad placed by the door. Getting the passcode correct somehow, you entered the room, your eyes landing on the most recent suit. It looked like nanotechnology. Your fingers ghosted on the suit, the metal sending chills up your spine. Your head snaps back as you look at the time. You didn’t have time to stare.

You opened you bag, grabbing a small chip as sticking it on the suit. With a few codes typed on your screen the suits lock is disabled, and the suit disappears only leaving a glowing triangle. Not wasting time. You grab the triangle, zipping your bag closed and getting out. You make your way out of the building as quickly as possible.

When you finally get back to the shack. You let out a sigh of relief. You obviously doubted yourself a little, stealing something like Tony Stark’s suit wasn’t easy. To be honest, it took you months of programming the chip, finding pathways throw the tower and obviously creating the watch screen.

You quickly rid yourself of your clothes, changing into a worn out pair of jeans, and a baggy T. After changing, you take your bag and make your way out.

4:36am - You walk into the worn down house, garbage and clothes lying everywhere. You make you way down the hallways, but before you can enter the room, he steps in front of you.

“It’s late. Where the fuck were you?” Jerry asked, aka your foster dad for about four and half months now. He was one of the bad ones. Him and his bitch of a wife. They were abusive dicks, who didn’t give a shit about you. The only reason your there is because child services is on your ass, always looking into your background. They know about a few of the small robberies you took part in, but you slipped through, mainly because you were a minor and found ways. Besides that, currently you live with Jerry, Lain, and there freak-of-a-son Ronald and preppy-ass daughter Alison, the reason they kept you was just to have someone to abuse, push around, knowing you have no where else to go.

“Out.” You say, walking past him, trying to get to your ‘room’, if you call a small closet with a small ass window, a room. But before you make it, your pulled back by your wrist. You stumble back a little, the grip on your wrist tightening, he lifted it close to your face.

“Don’t give me that fucking attitude, slut.” With just a flick of your fingers his fingers would be burned, but the thought quickly leaves your mind. You did not need them exposing you.

“Ok.” You say firmly. Jerry, pushed your wrist back making you loose your balance a little and hit the wall.

“Get out of my face.” He spits.

“Gladly.” You mutter to yourself, but he seems to hear it, somehow.

“The fuck you just say to me.” Your head is whipped to the side, you feel the stinging burn on your left cheek. Before the pain takes over, his nasty hand grabs your face, squeezing your cheeks together with his fingers, he takes a steps towards you, as you take one back. But sooner or later your back comes in contact with the wall, and he pushes your head back. “I fucking dare you to say something else.” You could smell the vodka from his mouth, ultimately wanting to puke with scent. You stay silent though. “That’s what I thought.” He pushed your face back, hitting the wall hard. He turned on his heel, going to the living room. You huffed and walked to your room, closing the door behind you.

All you had in the small space was, a small window, a mattress on the ground and a plastic dresser in the corner. You dropped your bag on the floor, unzipping it, your eyes imminently land on the suit, you take the triangle out. Your fingers danced around it, before putting it back in. You slip out of your pants leaving you in just your panties and picking up a t-shirt from the floor. Sleep coming to you quickly.

You woke up two hours later, to the feeling of something cold pressing on your thighs. Your eyes shoot open, coming face to face with Ronald. Your sheets were off you, as his hands touched your legs. You push him away from you, as you stood up quickly.

“What the fuck?!” You grab a pair of army jeans and slip them on.

“What?” He says with a disgusting smirk on his face.

“Get the fuck out before I bash your head into the floor.” He steps towards you, about to touch you, but you push him back harder this time.

“Don’t be a bitch.” He says.

“Get out!” Ronald rolled his eyes, leaving your room. Your body shook, feeling dirty. You quickly change into a whit tank top, and putting a black sweater on, leaving it half unzipped. You grab your bag, slipping on some old nikes a guy sold you a week ago.

6:09am - You made your way into the shack. “Mornin!” You shout as you waved to Johnny, the owner.

“Mornin.” He says as he rearranged the shelves. “Why are you here so early?” He asks curiously.

“Just some trouble at the place,” Johnny’s eyes fall at what you said. He knew you were a foster kid, it was one of the reasons why he let you stay here. You usually came here when there were problems at the foster homes. You never told him what happens, just that there not good. And he’s seen the bruises and scratches that was on your body. He tried his best to help you, lending you some money when you desperately needed it, buying you a few clothes here and there. And letting you use the shower that was in the back room of the store.

“I’m just gonna take a quick shower and head out.”

“Sure thing.” You make your way to the bathroom.

7:21am - You walk down the halls of the old pubic school. It rotted and smelled, and everyone that went here were sketchy as hell. Queens High School was the worst. You never paid attention, never studied, never put in effort, but you still seemed to have an A in everything. At least you had the brains. Doesn’t mean you haven’t gotten suspended multiple times. Usually for stealing, getting into small fights, skipping classes, and other shit.

2:25pm - You were the first person out of the building. You ran down the street, passing by people, accidentally bumping into some on the way. You had to get to the lab. You had to start working. You’ve been holding his suit all day, just waiting. And finally you can work on it.

Making your way to the shack, which is 20 minutes away from your school, you see a Koenigsegg CCXR Trevita. Your eyes scan over the expensive car, amazed at how clean and shiny it was. But why would that be here. In Queens. And on the street where the most robberies happen. You entered the shack, the bell from the door making Johnny lookup. “Hey, how was school?” You look back out at the car, and back to Johnny.

“Oh um it’s was ok- hey who’s car that?” You point over your shoulder. Johnny looks back down at his magazine.

“Some rich guy wanted to see you. I told him he could wait upstairs until you get here.” Rich guy? Oh shit!

“Did he say his name?,” You had to make sure. Johnny chuckles.

“You’ll know him, when you see him.” You nod back and make your way to the back of the store, where the stairs were located. But you quickly exit the building through the back door. You climb the ladder on the side of the building, and you peak your head through your lab window.

And there he stood. Tony Stark. You watched as he moved around your lab, picking at some inventions and tools laying around. How did he find me? You were sure that your plan went smoothly and it did. As you thought about the possible ways of how you could have gotten caught, you didn’t notice that you were showing your whole body from the window. And the moment you look back in, you see the man turn to look at you. His eyes squint to focus on you, that’s when your mind drifts off and your ready to run but forget that your on a ladder and fall. The contact of the ground hitting your back, knocked the wind out of you. You held your rib, rolling and groaning on the floor. That was definitely going to leave a bruise.

Tony looked through the window, he quickly made his way down the stairs and out the backdoor. You weren’t there. He catches a glimpse of you running down the streets from the corner of his eye. Tony went back to his car, sitting down on the driver’s seat, with an annoyed huff. And with a click of a button, his suit is on him and he’s flying above the buildings.

“Friday, directions.” He says sounding a little frustrated that he had to be chasing down some random-ass robber.

Your eyes could not stop looking back. Every second your head whipped around to see if he was chasing you. But nothing. Your hood stayed still atop your head as you ran. But when you turn down an alleyway and look back-

“Stop running.” The Iron Man was hovering over the ground in front of you, landing with a loud crash, that shook the earth around you. You kept the hood of your jacket on. “I think you should give back what you stole.” He says cockily.

“Oh I’m sorry, a return date was posted on it,” You answer just as cockily, your voice stern, trying to by yourself a little time to think of a plan. Tony was taken aback at what he heard. He wasn’t expecting that answer, but what caught him off guard mostly was the softens and kid-like voice.

“How old are you,” He takes a step towards you, trying to show a little decency. But you take a step back, your hands, up ready to fight.

“Old enough.” Tony’s mask dissolves into his suit, as he cocks his head to the side.

“How did you steal the suit?” He was genuinely curious, how on earth could someone steal his suit? It’s Tony fucking Stark. You take a few more steps back, just about ready to leave.

“I don’t have time to be interrogated by a rich boy.”

“I wouldn’t run if I were you.” It’s your turn to cock your head to the side.

“And why’s that?-” Without a second’s notice, you feel your hands tied together. You look down to see a sticky like substance restraining you. The source of the white substance lands next to Tony. Spider-man. You’ve seen videos of him when Alison was gushing over him. You’ve actually run away from him a couple of times. You had to admit, he was pretty cool, but you couldn’t stop your ways just because there was a hero on your streets.

“How was that Mr. Stark?” Spider-man says a little to excitedly. Tony gives him a look with his eyes that say’s stay cool. Spider-man nods, turning back to you and straightening up his shoulder’, in a tough guy way. You try wiggling out of the webbing, but it was useless that way.

“Now that I have your attention, let’s talk.” You continue to struggle in the webs.

“It’s no use.” Spider-man says. “Struggling won’t do anything-” But before he could finish his sentence, your hands rip apart, the energy sending Tony and Spider-man back a bit. The web’s dissolved, due to the energy blast, but so half the sleeves of your jacket. You quickly make your way to another alleyway, ripping the sleeves off and throwing them to the side. The hoodie is still on your head concealing as much as possible.

“Mr. Stark, what was that? You didn’t tell me the dude has power?!” Spider-man gets up, patting himself off. Tony standing as well, seeming just as shocked.

“I didn’t know. And I’m pretty sure, the dudes a girl.” Tony’s mask, comes back on, covering his face. “And aren’t you the one that always seem’s so loose her?” Spider-mans head drops. “Friday, where did she go?”

You didn’t even know where you were going, you just ran, all you had to do was get out of there. But soon enough, you were lost. You looked around. Nothing was familiar. That was until the Iron man suit as well as the red-and-blue suit landed in front of you. Before you could get your hands up, you feel the metal tighten around your wrists. You tried creating an energy blast, but the restraints prevented you from doing so.

“What is this?” You struggle in the restraints. They don’t answer you, instead the car that was once parked in front of the shack, pull’s up next to you.

“In.” Is all he says.

The door clicks, your head comes up from the chair, looking at the Billionaire, walking in. Your head rests back on the chair, looking up at the ceiling. Tony sits on the other side of the table. A tablet in his hand. He double taps on the screen, a series of videos, pictures and information, all on you appears on in the middle of the table.

“That’s you isn’t it?” You look at the video, Tony is referring too. It about a month ago, when you broke into penthouse in manhattan. “And this one,” this one was of you, blasting a technology store open. “And finally this one.” This was a tape of you breaking into the Avengers Tower.

“What do you want?” You ask bluntly, your head picking up from the chair, staring him dead in the eye. Tony looks at you. Really looks at you. He notices the bags under your eyes, the torn up clothes, the bruises and scars scattering your arm and the top of your chest.

“You stole my suit.” You give him a look saying And? “No ones ever stolen from me. No ones ever laid hands on my suits, and you just walk in and out like it was nothing.” You shift in your chair.

“Well there’s a first time for everything.” You reply, Tony rolls his eyes as he takes out a chip from his pocket, sliding it in the middle of the table. It was your chip. “I’ve never seen anyone do this kind of programming, at least anyone other than myself.” He then takes out your gloves as well. “This as well. I’ve also seen your lab.”

“What do you want?” You ask again, a little panicked at the fact that this man knows every bit of information on you. And him knowing about your powers. No one knew about them. In sixteen years, you haven’t told a single soul.

“I want to know how you did it. How you managed to get this programming done.”

“Don’t I need a lawyer or something, you can’t question a minor without one, it’s illegal.” Tony sits back on the chair, crossing his arms across his chest.

“Really? You’ve been living your whole life against the law and if I’m being quite honest, I don’t think you could afford one.”

“Fuck off.” You answer, his words hitting something inside you. Tony’s eyes soften a little, seeing you get sensitive about the subject of money.

“I can help you.” His hands intertwine, resting them on the table, as he leans in.

“I don’t need anything from you.” You spit out, shifting in your seat, for what seemed like the millionth time. You flexed your wrists, that were cuffed to the table. Your wrists rolling against the handcuffs. You had to admit it, they were annoying. You’ve never been caught. It felt different being caught, what’s worse was that you couldn’t think of anything, you had no clue how to get out of this and that scared you.

“Just hear me out-” You stand up loudly, the chair falling back, your hands slamming down on the table.

“What the fuck do you want from me? I don’t need shit from you. You can have your fucking suit back, and if your worried that I messed with it, I didn’t even get a chance to even open it. Now get these fucking things off me!” Your wrists wiggled in the cuffs, you felt like an animal and it was suffocating.

“Kid calm down-” Tony stands up slowly, being aware of your sudden discomfort and anxiety, not trying to pull any quick movements.

“I’m calm, I just.” Your eyes lower to your hands that were in tight fists. You closed your eyes for a brief second as you took a deep breathe in. Your hands stayed in fists, but your eyes telling a different story. “Is there anything else you want from me?” You ask more calmly.

“No, um just wait here, I’ll be back.” You nod. Tony exits the room, finding Peter looking through the glass window.

“What are you still doing here?” Peter’s eyes linger on you before they snap to the side looking at Tony.

“Oh I just um, just wanted to see how everything is going down. She um- she looks young. H-How old is she?” Peter is still wearing his Spidey suit as he rocked on his heels. Tony eyes squint at Peter, before answering.

“She’s sixteen-”

“I’m sixteen!” Peter says a little to excitedly, his voice high-pitched. He does a fake cough, before making his voice lower. “I mean, I mean um I’m sixteen too.” Tony nods his head, with a amused look. Peter feels the awkward silence and changes the subject. “So um, what are you going to do?” Peter looks back at the window, where you were fidgeting around.

“Let her go.” Tony says making his way to exit the room.

“Let her go?! What- why?!” Tony turns around, he looked down at his tablet, and back up at Peter.

“She just took the suit, she didn’t mess around with it, she didn’t do anything wrong with it.” Peter’s eyes widen at Tony’s words.

“Isn’t she a criminal or something?” Tony looks at the glass window, his eyes softening a little when he sees you. He felt a part of him needing to protect you, to keep you safe. He couldn’t explain it.

“She’s a kid. Doesn’t really know what’s right from wrong, because no one taught her. She just needs… a little support.” Tony’s eyes take one more look at you, before shifting over to Peter’s confused ones. “Anyways!” He say’s loudly with a clap. “ I need you to give her company for now. I’ll be back in a jiffy.” Before Peter could say another word, Tony leaves.

Peter turns on his heel, his hands becoming all sweaty, and the butterflies swirling around his stomach. Slipping his mask over his head, he opens the door.

A/N: Ok this is the start of the a new series. Part 2 coming soon. And I have a twist in the series that I think y’all would really enjoy, so stay toned I guess. If not them um, thanks for reading this one ;)

Broken Promises (Billy Hargrove x Hopper!Reader)

The Broken Wings Series

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Summary: You’re a little tired of your dad breaking his promises, so as retribution, you break a few of your own.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Hopper!Reader

Word Count: 5,652

Author’s Note: GUYS. Billy is in this chapter. And that’s all I’m saying about it.

Warnings: Language (as always). Underaged drinking. Things get a little steamy (but I don’t write smut, so no worries there.)

Today was one of those rare days that you actually woke up to your alarm clock, giving you time to pick out your outfit rather than just throw things on and avoid having your dad bang down your door to get up. You really needed to do this more often. You yawned as you walked out of your room, coming down the hallway and catching sight of El standing behind your dad. A small smile tugged at your lips as you took her in, draped in the white sheet you made for her a few days ago. “Ghost,” El said, simply.

“Yeah, I see that,” your dad walked past her, pan in hand, towards the counter. He dumped out the french toast onto three plates.

“Halloween,” El followed him.

“Sure is, but right now it’s breakfast. Ok? Come on, let’s eat. Y/N,” he shouted out for you, and you stepped into view, sliding into your seat at the table. He relaxed a little bit, thankful that he wouldn’t have to fight you to get up today.

“They wouldn’t see me,” El started and you drew in a breath.

“Who wouldn’t see you?” Your dad asked, bringing two plates over to the table. He cut his eyes from you to the french toast, and you scrambled to get up, grabbing the last plate and bringing it over.

“The bad men.”

“What are you talking about?” Your dad asked, and you slid back into your seat, keeping your eyes down as he looked over at El.

“Trick. Or. Treat,” El stated, haltingly. “You wanna go trick or treating?” he looked at El as if she was crazy and then shifted his gaze to you accusingly.

“I’d take her,” you offered. “Make sure nothing bad happens. That the sheet stays on. We’d be back by 7. 7:30 at the latest.” Which would give you plenty of time to make it to Tina’s party.

He shook his head. “You know the rules.”

“Yes, but,” the two of you chorused.

“So you know the answer,” he stood up, taking El by her shoulders and walking her back from the table. This was not a good sign.

The two began to talk over each other, and you moodily looked at your french toast, pushing at the piece of bread with your fork.

“No, but I don’t–they wouldn’t see me”

“Hey. I don’t care.”

“But they wouldn’t—”

“I don’t care, alright?”

“–see me.”

“You go out there, ghost or not, it’s a risk. We don’t take risks, alright? They’re stupid, and…”

“We’re not stupid,” El spat the last word out, and your dad caught the tone, backing up a little. His jaw set and he took in a breath to calm himself.

“Exactly. Now you take that off, sit down, and eat,” he ordered. “Your food’s getting cold.” He walked back over to the table as El threw your costume to the ground. "And you–“ your father pointed at you. "Don’t encourage her.”

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acidrain707

5 years ago

I never knew that I needed this, this adorable story

Family - Dad!Billy Hargrove

Words: 3.550 words (I was really inspired)

Type: Fluff

Summary: You and Billy have two kids and ran away from Hawkins. Neil doesn’t know about them.

Warning: English is not my first language. Sorry if I misspelled something.

(Before someone says something, I don’t believe Billy is racist [since even Dacre himself doesn’t think his comment was made to sound racist] but I do not think that is actions in the show are in any way alright)

Part 1 Part 2

A/N: Gif is not mine :)

Y/D/N - Your daughter’s name

Y/S/N - Your son’s name

You wake up and the sun light hits you right in the face right when you open your eyes. You turn around quickly and hold back a groan. You look over Billy and almost ‘awn’ out loud at the sight.

Your boyfriend, Billy, is sleeping peacefully on his back and your 2 year old daughter is sleeping on his chest, her chubby cheeks pressed on his skin and her parted lips make a way so a little drool falls into Billy.

You brush her curly hair out of her chubby cute face and Y/D/N hums into your touch.

It’s pretty late, but it’s Sunday so nobody is giving fuck about getting up early.

Y/D/N falls back into her deep sleep as you pull away and you look up at Billy. The peaceful look on his face just makes your smile come back.

You two found out that you were pregnant after you were almost graduating. Billy didn’t tell anyone and worked two jobs for a few months so the both of you could have enough money to survive alone. Your family was supportive and didn’t tell anyone either.

You two ended up getting an apartment not too far from Hawkins, since you didn’t have enough money to move to California, as Billy wanted.

Billy’s family think that you just left Hawkins together because you wanted to be independent.

It’s been 2 years since your baby girl was born, and you two now have full-time jobs and a better apartment. But … you two had another kid a half year ago, this time everything went way smoother, since you two didn’t need to stress over not having enough money for food and a place to stay.

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acidrain707

6 years ago

GHOST AND THE SPIDER ©

CHAPTER 7

AUTHORS NOTE: Peter and Y/N actually talk in this chapter! Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy, please leave any comments that you might have I love reading them, I adore you guys, enjoy!

PAIRINGS: Peter Parker x Y/N Stark, Y/N x Tony (father!daughter), Y/N x Avengers.

WARNINGS: Language, angst, fluffish?

GIFS ARE NOT MINE.

“Myshka get up, you’re late for your first day of training.” Nat threw a pair of black leggings and a matching sports bra at me as I pulled the covers over my head groaning, she pulled them away from my face revealing her big green eyes looking down at me, “You still not sleeping properly?” Her face softened as she took in the bags under my eyes.

“I got a couple of hours.” She brushed the hair from my face and tucked it behind my ear, “I’m fine though, just too comfy to get out of bed.” I tried to pull the covers back over my shoulders but Nat held them firmly where they were.

“I’d get up before Bucky comes in here.” She smirked as I rolled my eyes knowing how persistent the Super Soldier was.

“Fineee.” I huffed throwing the remainder of the covers off me and flinging my legs over the side of the bed, grabbing the clothes Nat had thrown me earlier and walking to the bathroom to change, I turned to look back at where she still sat on the bed, “But you’re making me breakfast after.”

“Deal, now go change you’re already ten minutes late, Bucky’s probably having an aneurysm.” She stood from the bed sorting my covers as I closed the bathroom door behind me.

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acidrain707

6 years ago

This post is amazing

rdj kissing josh brolin on the lips is such a power move. the man doesn’t give a single fuck. he’s the male protagonist archetype of this century but he will kiss as many guys as he pleases because he can and there’s nothing hollywood can do about it

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acidrain707

6 years ago

God I really love this series I can’t wait to read more.

Finally Found My Way

Part 11

Warning: language, anxiety, fluff

Summary: After four years of being tortured by hydra, you were finally back, yours powers stronger than ever. But that was not all.

Word Count: 5.9K

A/N: If you haven’t noticed yet, but I don’t really read over these, so its unedited. I sometimes read them like a day or two later and edit them, so sorry if some stuff sound weird. But I hope you enjoy it!

(gif not related to story, just really love it and wanted to post it.)

You couldn’t sleep all week. The nightmares returning, the yelling and sweateness and panting. You couldn’t sleep anymore. Because Peter wasn’t holding you. Yes that sounds pathetic and weak, but you had to admit it. Peter made you feel safe, and safe is sleep. But this was all mostly your fault. You avoided Peter at all costs. You trained on different times, telling Steve you had a lot of work and couldn’t do it at your usually time. Steve obviously changed it, making you feel as comfortable as possible. You went to the library during lunch, MJ usually tagged along, not wanting to spend the whole lunch with just the guys. You avoided Peters faze during the classes you had with him. Thank god MJ was your lab partner.

But soon enough, Friday came rolling around.

“Hey, so we still on at your place?” Ned says as you and him walked down the halls to your locker.

“My place?” You say forgetting you had asked them to come over.

“Yea, you said on Monday that movie night was gonna be at your place. Unless you don’t want to-“ Ned says seeming a little disappointed, he really wanted to see the conpound.

“Oh yea yea, no it’s still at my place,” you said, “um is-is uh Peter coming,” you quietly said as you closed your locker.

“Yea pretty sure!” Ned says happily. “I’m just gonna stop at my house and I’ll be at your place at 6!” Ned says jogging off.

FUCKKKKKKKK, what are you gonna do now???? You had successfully avoided Peter, but now, NOW he’s coming and you will have to face him, be in the same room as him. What are you suppose to say? Sorry I walked in on you jacking off, it really turned me on?! Like the fuck?

You race over to the compound as the million of scenarios flipped through your mind. You could always cancel? But that would be mean, they were really excited to come. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckkkk

You walk into the compound, finding your Dad and Rhodey talking in the kitchen. “Hey, dad.” You say dropping your bag down and sitting on the stole next to the counter. “I have some friends coming over in a few minutes, please don’t bother us with you stories and tech, I don’t need you showboating.” You say taking a bite of your apple.

Tony gives you an offended look, “Heyyyyy, I thought you liked my stories!”

You roll your eyes, “I do the first time, not the other thirty times.” You say. “And they’ll most likely want a tour, so I’m also gonna do that, so don’t freak out when you see some teenagers walking around.

“Yea ok, just don’t let them touch anything, I don’t need another teenager breaking a suit,” he says eyeing you down.

“Hey! That was one time!” You say as your dad rolls his eyes and continues his conversation with Rhodey.

Ned was the first to arrive, not wanting to be late and missing out on anything. Mj and Fladh came at the same time, greeting you with a hug. Flash tried to contain his excitement, but you could see right through him.

“So you guys wanna your?” You say as they all stood up in amazement.

“Yea!” They all yell.

“Shouldn’t we wait for Peter though?” Mj says, following you down the hall.

“Oh um he knows his place around.” You say trying to sound calm. Because anytime someone brought up Peter, all you could see was his hand working on his throbbing, hot, long cock- stop, not now Y/N

You first show them the lab, they look at the equipment and technology in amazement, Bruce gives you a strange look before you smile and wave your hand at him. “Is that the HULK!” Flash says a little to excitedly.

You let out a small chuckle, “Yea, but he goes by Bruce here.” You say as Flash’s face reddens a bit. You continue to show them around, leading them to the hallways of bedrooms, passing by Sam and Bucky, earning gasps from Ned and Flash, MJ knew how to keep her cool. “And lastly the training room,” You say opening the doors to the training room taking a step inside. They all did a 360 turn, looking at every angle in the room. Ned stops facing a wall, as he brought his hand up and pointed in that direction.

“What happened there?” He said, you turn to see what he’s pointing at, your face falls blank as you stare at the whole in the wall, it was slowly being rebuilt. You stare at it for a little too long, making your friends give you a questioning look.

“Y/N? You ok?” Mj says, as she reached to touch your shoulder. You quickly snap out of your state and shKe your head. You turn giving them a forced smile.

“Y-yea, everything’s fine. Someone just had an accident and the wall was the victim.” You say walking towards the door. “So, wanna watch the movie now?” They all turn giving each other looks of confusion, but nod there heads following you out the door to the common room.

About thirty minutes passed until Peter finally came. “Sorry I’m late, I just had…some things.” He says dropping his bag to the side of the couch.

“It’s fine, we’re only a few minutes into the movie.” Ned says not taking his eyes off the tv. You and MJ snuggled under a fluffy blanket on the couch. Ned sat cris-crossed on the floor in front of the couch with a bowl of popcorn in his lap, and Flash laid next to him, occasionally reaching to get popcorn.

“Cool…what movie is this?” He says looking at the tv screen trying to figure out what movie it is.

“Robin Hood.” Mj answers.

“Robin Hood?” Peter repeats, the movie just came out yesterday, how did you get it?

“Yea! Tony Stark was sitting here when we came and said that he gets it early because he liked Robin Hood, then he told us a really cool story about one of his huge Halloween parties and he went as Robin Hood.” Ned says enthusiastically, as you rolled your eyes teasingly.

“Nice,” Peter says, as he casually takes a seat on the couch…next to you. The common room was pretty big, there was more than one couch in the room, but nope. He decides to sit in the same one your sitting on, only about three inches away.

You felt your heart picking up, you tried focusing on the movie, (it was actually really good so far, damn Taron Everton is hot af) but you couldn’t help your gaze slip a little, looking at Peters profile. Peter also couldn’t help but take a few glances at you here and there. He couldn’t stop thinking about, you were the only thing he was thinking about. Why weren’t you talking to him? Had he done something wrong?

When your eyes move to take another sneak peak at Peter, his eyes were already on you. You both lock eyes, just staring deep into the other eyes. Peter watched as your eyes sparkled even in the dark and you watched as his chocolate brown eyes stared back at yours. And that’s when it came back. The water in his hair, the curls sticking to his forehead. His lips between his teeth, the few moans that left his lips-

You quickly got up from your seat on the couch, making Mj shift her whole position because her head was resting on your shoulder, “I-I’m j-just g-gonna go to the…bathroom.” You say, Mj surprised at your sudden moves. You quickly make your way out of the common room, as you walked down the hall until you were in a corner. You lean your forehead against the wall, as you hand came up to touch the wall for support. You stayed there until your breathing calmed. But it soon picked up when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You quickly turn around taking ahold of the persons wrist twisting there hand around their back as you pushed them against the wall.

“It’s just me man,” Peter says his words a little muffled because his face was smooshed against the wall. You quickly retract your hand as you take a step back.

“S-sorry.” You say looking down at the ground.

“Are you okay?” Peter says taking a step forward.

“Y-yea always.” You say forcing smile out.

“Um- y-you’ve been avoiding me?” Peter says rubbing the back of his head.

“W-what pffffffft no, I-I’ve just been uh busy.” You say rocking back and forth on your heels.

“Busy? Since when are you to busy to say hi?” Peter says, his voice a little hurt that your lying to him because he knows when your lying.

“I’ve just been busy Peter, ok, just leave me alone.” You snap at him. Why is this so difficult! Just tell him how you feel, stop hiding! Why did you have to yell at him? FUCK.

“Fine,” Peter says rolling his eyes and going back to the common room. He doesn’t know what he did to upset you, but he wasn’t gonna stand there and get yelled at and if you wanted to be left alone, then he’ll go, you know where to find him.

You wait a few minutes until you go back. When you enter you see that no one has moved from there seats, except Peter. He wasn’t there. “Um hey, uh- w-where’s Peter?” You ask.

“Oh he said May needed him back home for something, he said he’ll see us on the field trip on Monday.” Ned answers.

“Field trip?” What field trip???

“Remember the Decathlon field trip on Monday. We’re going to DC again.” Mj answers looking at you strangely. “Y/N are you okay?”

You look down at at Mj, moving over to sit next to her. “Yea I’m fine, it just slipped from my brain.”

“Your still coming though?” Ned says turning around to face you, Flash does the same.

“You have to come, if we win this we’re gonna go to finals and we need you!” Flash says.

“Yea I’m coming, don’t worry.” They all nodded their heads in response, turning there attention back to the movie.

For the rest of the time, you couldn’t focus on the movie. Why? Peter’s why. Why did he have to be so cute? Why did he have to be so nice, so caring, so sweet, so, so…so Peter! It was unfair, should you tell him how you feel? No! You can’t, it would just complicate things. And besides if you did, you would just hurt him. That’s all you are, you are dangerous. People can’t come too close to you because you’ll just end up killing them. Your not going to let Peter end up the way Wade did.

Flash drove Ned and Mj home after the movie. It was actually a nice night, besides the whole Peter thing, which was still on your mind, it was nice. You close the door, as the car leaves. You made your way back to the common room, laying back down on the stack of blankets.

“Hey kid,” Bucky says taking a seat by your head. You make room for him, laying your head down on his lap. Bucky brought his hand up to play with your hair as you let out an annoyed grunt. Not because of Bucky. “What’s wrong?” Bucky asks, as he continued to stroke your hair.

“Everything! Everything is just ughhhh.” you say closing your eyes in frustration.

“Was the movie not good?” Bucky asks, confused at your sudden annoyance.

“No, the movie was good, you should watch it actually- no but it’s just- ugh it’s just Peter.” You say opening your eyes, locking them with Bucky’s, as he stopped stroking your hair and just placed his hand atop of your head.

“What about Peter?” Bucky says sturnly, “Did he hurt you? Because I swear if he did-” You sat up, placing your hand on Bucky’s shoulder.

“No, no he didn’t do anything. Well he did, but not intentionally, it’s actually my fault, I don’t know what I’m thinking, I don’t even think I am thinking. It’s just everything and I don’t know, I just don’t know like-” Bucky takes his hand in his.

“Hey, hey, calm down. It’s just me, you can tell me. Just take a breathe first.” Bucky says as his eyebrows furrowed.

You nod your head, and take a deep breathe in, letting it out a few seconds later. “I think… I think I like Peter.” You say your eyes looking down at your hands in Bucky’s. “But I can’t, I can’t like him.” You say quickly after.

“Why can’t you like him?” Bucky says, as a smile tugs on his lips.

“It’s just he’s- why are you smiling?” You say looking at Bucky’s face. Buckys puts his hands up in surrender.

“I’m not!” He says as the smile grows.

“Yes you are! I’m not saying anything.” You say as you drop your head on the other side of the couch, burying your face into the pillows and blankets.

“Hey, c’mon, I can’t help the smiling, but I won’t say anything. C’mon doll,” Bucky’s says as he shakes your shoulder a little. You turn your head so you could see his face.

“Fine.” You let out, as you sit back up. “I can’t like him because I…I don’t wanna hurt him,” You say the last part quietly, as your eyes dropped down to your hands again.

“Hurt him?” Bucky says, as the smile fades away and a more concern expression appears.

“Yea…everyone that comes too close, get’s hurt.” You say as all the memories of you hurting people appears. You remember the night they took Wade away, the stories you’ve heard of Steve and Bucky loosing it after you disappeared. The times Tony’s beat himself up about you.

“Y/N, you don’t hurt people,” Bucky says, as he sat closer to you, putting his hand on your lap.

You shake your head, “No, I do! I hurt you guys, I hurt Wade, I almost killed Peter!” You feel the tears pushing against you eyes, trying to break free. No, don’t cry. Bucky lifts your chin up softly, so you could see his face.

“That’s not your fault. Y/N you can’t hurt us because we’re always gonna be here. What happened to Peter, wasn’t your fault, and he’s fine. Y/N, you can’t expect everything to be your fault. Not everything is on you.” You shake your head.

“Well it is, I’m dangerous and- and I can’t control it. I-I don’t wanna hurt you guys. I’m going to protect you guys, b-because I’m not a baby anymore.” You feel a few tears run down your cheek. Bucky brushes the tears away. “S-stop,” you says as you push his hands away and wipe there tears away yourself. You don’t need him to see you when your weak.

“Y/N you can cry.” Bucky says, as his heart aches seeing you like this. You shake your head frantically.

“No, I can’t, it’s weak. I’m-I’m not weak,” You say as more tears fall down and you struggle to wipe them. Bucky takes ahold of your wrists, bringing them down, as he locked eyes with yours.

“Y/N showing your feelings is not a sign of weakness. You can let it out… it will make it better.” Bucky says as he wraps his arms around your shaking your body. You don’t protest, you shed a few tears, as it soaked up his shirt.

“I-I’m s-sorry Bucky, y-you can’t s-see me like t-this,” You say not trying to push away, as you continued to cry quietly, trying to contain the loud sobs for escaping.

Bucky’s rubs your hair, as he pulled you closer, “No, don’t be sorry, don’t you ever say sorry for showing me how you feel.” You nod your head against his chest, as you continued to let everything out. It wasn’t as bad as the first time, but it did relieve the stress you had. You cried until you grew tired and feel asleep against Bucky’s chest. Bucky let you rest on the couch, as he stroked your hair, trying to take all the pain away from you.

Bucky heard footsteps coming down the hall and then chattering. Steve and Tony. As they entered the room, there discussion abruptly stopped when the saw you laying on Bucky. Your face wet and red. Tony opened his mouth, but Bucky brought his hand up to his mouth, telling them to stay quiet so you don’t wake up. Bucky slowly brought your head up and set it down gently on the couch, as he walked towards Tony and Steve. You shifted a little mumbling something in your sleep, as you became comfortable again.

Bucky let Steve and Tony back into the hallway, so they could talk normally, without waking you up. Tony started, “What happened? Is she okay? Did someone hurt her?”

“She’s just fighting with herself.” Bucky said as he looked in the direction of the common room.

“What do you mean?” Steve said as he crossed his arms.

“She think’s…she thinks she’s dangerous, she thinks if she drops her guard or comes too close she can hurt….us.” Bucky says.

“Us? She can’t hurt us?” Steve says in disbelief of what you said.

“She says she has to protect us,” Bucky continues. Tony stays silent, as his breathe became heavy.

“Protect us? W-what- why, she’s just sixteen, this shouldn’t be all on her.” Steve says, rubbing his face. “Tony, what are we gonna do?” Steve tries to think what could’ve happened in those four years for them to break you.

Tony shakes his head, “I-I don’t know.” they all look at each other waiting for someone to think of a way to help you. But everyones silent.

Steve, Bucky and Tony all ended up sleeping in the common room, they wanted to stay with you all night. Tony sat beside you, bringing your head up to rest on his lap. Bucky laid on the couch beside yours, and Steve laid on the ground close to your couch as well. There were more couches in the room, but they wanted to stay close to you even if you guys were in the same room.

You ended up getting one of your dreams, you started shifting on Tony’s lap. This was the first time Tony and Bucky have seen you in the middle of one. Steve remembered the first time he’s seen on of yours. Tony didn’t know if he should wake you up or not. Tony instead pulls you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you. You begin to whimper, and sweat. Steve got up, and sat next to you. Bucky say up from the couch, leaning his elbows on his knees. They all felt useless, they didn’t know what to do.

You then shot up from Tony’s chest, screaming. You rub your eyes, as you caught your breathe. That’s when you feel all the bodies surrounding you. You quickly jump off the couch, tripping on the blankets that tangled your feet, and falling face down in the middle of the common room. You feel hands on your shoulders, you bring your hands up to defend yourself as you closed your eyes. When the person turns you over, you throw a punch out, but there quick to grab your wrist, you throw your other hand out, they grab that one as well. You started to kick your feet, and you start sqwerming on the floor. This has never happened before. Who’s touching me?! You start panicking, Peter’s the only one that’s held you during the dreams. But this, this isn’t Peter.

You feel the person, sit on top of you, locking your hips between there legs, they held your wrist on either side of your head. You start shaking your head side to side. Another set of hands come to hold your head. Is this when your gonna die? You hear people talking, but’s it’s muffled because of your up coming panic attack. You feel a weight on your chest, your chest going up and down, as you try to breathe. You feel the tears coming down your face. I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe! You start to cry out. You can’t breathe.

Steve was on top of you, he held your now glowing hands.

“Get off her, she’s having a panic attack!” Tony yells, as he starts to see you try to breathe.

“Her hands-” Steve says, but Tony is quick to start.

“Get off her NOW!” Tony is starting to panic. Steve quickly gets off you. Bucky picks you up, letting you sit up right. Your eyes are still shut, as you still cried out. Tony sits in front of your, he takes your glowing hands in one of his. They burned his hand, but he didn’t let go. Tony brought his other hand up to cup your cheek. You continued to yell, and scream. Tony’s hand started to bleed.

“What’s happening?!” Nat came running into the room, the rest of the team following behind her. They all looked between you, Tony, Steve and Bucky. Thor pushed past everyone making his way towards you. Tony tried talking to you, but you couldn’t hear him.

“Move aside, Stark.” Thor says as he crouched down beside Tony.

“No!” Tony says, the pain starting to get to him. But he didn’t care, you were his daughter, this shouldn’t be happening to you. Thor grew annoyed. He saw your arms and chest start to glow as well, he couldn’t let you explode, not here, at least. So he pushed Tony aside, making Tony fall to his side. Thor picked you up as you continued to cry in pain. It was no longer just breathing, it was physical pain. You didn’t know what was happening, but when Steve was holding you down, it just brought back all the times they use to trap you done and do procedures on you.

Thor ran outside, until he was across the massive field in the back of the compound. And just on cue, you let out a massive cry as the energy from your body releases, destroying all the trees and equipment that was by the edge of the field. Thor was there though, he could take the pain. What could you say, he was the God of the Thunder. Thor sat down on the ground, he kept you on his lap. He noticed the rest of the team at the far end of the compound watching it all go down. That’s when you begin to move, you open your eyes, seeing Thor’s face above you. He gives you a smile, the smile you let out when something finally goes right. You start to sit up on his lap.

“W-what happened?” you say looking around, seeing the trees fallen down and burnt up.

“Little stark, you had what we Asgardians call a night-terror.s”

“Night-terros?” you say as you felt the breeze go through your body.

“It’s when your in a dream, and it comes out into the real world, your powers…you lost control.” You shake your head, as Thor pulled you closer.

“Did-Did I hurt anyone? Thor did I hurt you?” You push away checking his body for any cuts or blood. But there was nothing. Thor lets out a soft chuckle, as he took your hand in his large ones.

“Oh little stark, I’m a God, your silly for thinking that.” You laugh with Thor, as you realize he’s right. But the mood dies down when you turn your head to find the team standing on the other side of the field. “We should go back,” Thor says, standing up, letting you stand by him, he held your hand as the two of you walked across the field. You soon saw, your dad holding a towel around his hand. You and Thor were just a few feet away from everyone, but Tony couldn’t wait, He ran towards you until his arms were wrapped around you. He let out a sigh of relief when he felt you wrap your arms around him. You guys stay like the for quite some time until Steve pats Tony’s shoulder telling him they should go back inside.

Tony pulled away, his hand came up to pushing back some loose hair that came to your face. He then checked your face for any cuts or scars, let me rephrase that, he checked your face for any new cuts or scars. You let out a weak laugh, “I’m fine, dad.” Tony then held your cheek his thumb caressing your cheekbone. You saw his glazed eyes, and it broke your heart.

“You scared me sweetheart,” Tony says softly. You wrap your arms around his torso.

“I’m sorry Dad.” You pulled away taking Tony’s hand in yours. You moved the towel and examined the burnt flesh. It was bad. His whole palm was bleeding and you felt him tense up when you touched it. You started shaking your head, you felt the tears run down your cheeks. You hurt him. You hurt him. You hurt him!

Tony retracted his hand, lifting your chin up to see him, he brushed your the tears coming down your cheeks. “I’m fine sweetie.” You shake your head ‘no’

“N-no it’s not fine. I hurt you. I-I hurt you dad. Me n-not some bad guy, I did.” Tony wrapped the towel around his hand again, pulling you close to him after. He rested his chin on top of your head as you cried in his chest. “I-I’m s-so sorry daddy, I didn’t m-mean too.” Tony stroked your hair as you continued to sob.

“It’s not your fault. It’s not that bad anyways, and I know you weren’t in control.”

“But it was me.” You whisper to yourself.

Tony took you back into the compound, he settled back into the couch, letting you rest your head on his shoulder. The rest of the team went back to their rooms, in Tony’s order. You were weak. You knew after taking out all your energy you would feel weak afterwards. Your body felt numb.

“What do you wanna watch,” Tony said as he rubbed your arm up and down.

“Whatever you want,” Tony looked down at you, his eyes widened.

“Since when have you ever not wanted to pick the movie,” he said teasingly.

“Since I hurt you,” You say making the mood die down. Tony’s face drowned.

“Y/N, I said I’m fine, you didn’t hurt me.” You lifted yourself up, so you were sitting up looking at Tony.

“But dad I did, I hurt you, I lost control of these bullshit powers! I hurt you dad and you can’t say it’s not my fault because it was me, it was my hands, it was my body and it was my powers. D-daddy I don’t want you to be afraid of me.” Oy choked back the sob from escaping your throat. Tony’s heart shattered right then and there. He pulled you into his arms once more.

“Y/N, sweetie, I’ll never be afraid of you. Your my little girl, I’ll be afraid for you never of you. You have to understand that.” Tony said into your hair. You nodded in response, still holding onto him for dear life.

You ended up picking Robin Hood, you didn’t really pay much attention before, but you ended up falling asleep on Tony in the first ten minutes of the movie. He stayed with you the whole night. Thankfully you were too drained to have a dream, and just had a dreamless sleep. Tony stayed awake though, not wanting anything to happen if he fell asleep.

You slept through all of Saturday. Tony only left your side to use the bathroom. He didn’t dare move you from your spot, afraid to wake you. The rest of the team took their turns sitting with you. Tony brought his computer when he sat with you, so he could finish some work when you were resting.

Soon enough, you woke up Sunday afternoon. You shifted in your sleep, which wasn’t much surprise because you moved a lot in your sleep. But you brought your arms above your head as you stretched out your body. When tony noticed this movement, he slapped his computer closed putting it down on the table. The rest of the team were spread out around the room, but when they saw Tony’s sudden movements they quickly made there way to the couch you laid on. They all circled around you.

You rubbed your eyes, and they fluttered open. “Jesus-!” You yell grabbing your chest at the sudden faces circling you. “Can’t a girl get a few minutes of sleep.” You say seating up. They all ignored what you said as they came around the couch sitting in front of you.

“Are you feeling better?” Steve said.

“Yea I guess.” You looked around the room seeing all their concerned faces. “Why does it look like someone died?”

Tony answered this one, as he put his hand down on your lap, making you turn your attention to him. “Peanut… you’ve been asleep… for a day and a half.”

“What?!” You looked at your family, seeing their faces as they nodded. “Why didn’t you guys wake me? I missed a whole day!” You don’t know why you were angry. Maybe it was because they all watched you sleep. Your helpless weak body, on the couch unguarded.

“Wake you? Y/N you needed the rest.” Bucky said confused at your attitude.

“I’m not weak; I don’t need sleep.” You say rubbing your face with your hands in frustration.

“Since when was sleeping a weakness?” Steve questions.

“Since every time I sleep I lose control, and fucking blow something up!” They all stay silent, as you beat yourself up about this. “I’m not weak,” you whisper, but Tony heard.

“We never said you were weak, we just said you needed the rest after what happened.” Tony rubbed your back. I’m not weak. I’m not weak. Wait you were asleep all day. On the couch. On a Saturday. When Peter has training. You picked up your head from your hands looking at Steve in shock.

“What? What’s wrong,” Steve said as a rush of worriedness and concern came in.

“Did Peter see me? Did he see me asleep here.” You wanted to know if Peter saw you asleep, because your body gave out. You wanted to know if he cared enough to come. Steve relaxed when he heard what you said.

“No he said he was busy helping his Aunt with something this weekend, can’t make it to training.” A have Steve a small nod, but a small part of you wanted Peter to come. A small part of you wanted him to hold you. To keep your body close to his, to kiss your forehead when the dreams would start up. To trace shapes on your arms. But no, he wasn’t busy with aunt may he was avoiding you. You pushed him away and now he’s gone.

“I’m gonna go pack.” You say softly standing up, but that caused everyone else to stand up.

“Pack? Pack for what?” Clint says as he stood in front of you. Tony and the rest stood beside him not allowing you to move.

“The decathlon trip tomorrow. We’re only staying for the night and coming back Tuesday. No biggy.” You say as you try to get around them, but Tony steps in front of you this time.

“Your not going.” He says.

“What?!” You say confused.

“Y/N your not going. Not after all this, we need to help you, you need to stay low.”

“Stay low- I have to go. And I’m fine. I got a day of sleep, I’m healthy and thriving.” You say sarcastically.

“Your not going. End of discussion.” He stays sternly.

“End of discussion my ass, I said I was going they are all counting on me.” Steve says language under his breath but just receives a slap to the arm from Bucky and Sam.

“And I’m your father and I don’t need you losing it.” You released a half-hearted chuckle.

“Wow dad. And you ask me why I didn’t say anything.” Your face becomes serious again. “This is why, I knew if you guys found out, you would treat me like I’m a fucking child-“

“Watch your mouth,” Tony says.

“Really?! Are you kidding. I’m going and that’s the end of the discussion. I don’t have time to whine about my problems when my team needs me. And I’m fine for your information, you don’t need to lock me down in the compound, because I’m perfectly fine.” You said, you took a deep breath, as you looked back into Tony’s. “You have to trust me dad.”

Tony pulled you into a hug, you wrapped your arms around him. “I just don’t want you to be alone. I don’t want you getting hurt.” He says against your head. A smile spreads across your face.

“I’ll be fine dad. I promise.”

“Awwwwwwwwww,” You hear the whole team say. You and tony pulled away rolling your eyes. But they all come into a big family hug, everyone squishing the other. It was annoying, but it was sweet. It just showed how much everyone cared for the other.

“Call me if anything happens. Anything at all. Actually call me when you get there, and when you get to the hotel and when you wake up the next day. But if you need to call me at night you can. If you feel yourself losing it call me. I’ll answer don’t worry. Also send a text, I might call after though because you know I don’t like texting. Actually forget what I said, don’t really forget it, I’ll just call you every hour just to check with you, you can call me though if-“ you put your hand on your dad’s shoulder to stop him from talking anymore. You give him a soft smile easing his nerves.

“I’m gonna be fine dad. Don’t worry.” Your dad returns the smile.

“I’m never gonna stop worrying. Your my little girl.” He says pulling you into a hug. He holds you a little too long that you have to tap his shoulder.

“Ok dad, I have to go now.” Tony pulled away nodding his head. You opened the car door, slipping out and grabbing your duffel bag from the trunk. You start walking to the bus before you head your dad’s voice. You turn on your heel as you looked at your dad from the car window he rolled down.

“Love you peanut!” He yelled as he waved to you.

“Love you too!” You yelled back waving back to him.

A/N: hoped you liked part 11, I’m really enjoying writing this series. Already started writing Part 12.

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acidrain707

6 years ago

*SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH*

I’m crying, it was soooooo good

Soulmates || Six

Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Word Count: 8.3k+ (what is wrong with me)

Summary: “She preferred not having a soulmate over one that ignored her and caused her pain her whole life.”

Author’s Note: I have spent so much time on this one chapter and I am so proud of the result. That being said, I’m so terribly sorry.

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acidrain707

6 years ago

Yes

I heard about Princess Keith and the “DnD” episode and I had to drop everything to do this..

This also like an apology for all the angst I’ve been throwing out.

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acidrain707

6 years ago

I would love this

REBLOG this if you want a movie about Loki

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acidrain707

6 years ago

Loving it

Chapter Three: Smart and Nice

A/N: hey everyone! feel free to reblog, like, or leave some comments because they all make my day, enjoy!

“Hey, guys, how was your night?” May asked Ned and Peter as they strolled into the kitchen the next morning. She sipped her coffee while flipping through the day’s newspaper.

Peter looked down at his shoes, smiling at the night’s events. “It was, you know, pretty normal,” he answered, pulling on a sweater. He quickly packed Caden’s Spider-Man sweatshirt carefully into his bag before May could ask any questions.

“Yeah, we didn’t do much. It’s not like we were out stopping robbers or anything,” Ned commented which earned him a look from Peter as they sat down to eat breakfast.

May brought the boys over pancakes, smiling at them. “Well, I sure hope not. That’s pretty dangerous, don’t you think? Now, eat up.”

They obliged, eating the chocolate chip pancakes hungrily. Peter took a drink of his chocolate milk, smiling at his aunt. “So, how was date night?” he asked, smirking a bit.

Ned chuckled, looking at Peter’s aunt expectantly. May rolled her eyes at the two, smiling despite the stares. “We both had a nice time,” she checked her watch absentmindedly. “No more questions, you two. Peter, I’ll see you when I get home from work, alright?”

Peter nodded, smiling up at his aunt. She pulled on her jacket and kissed the top of his head. “Bye, boys!” she called out, waving to them.

“Breakfast was delicious!” Ned replied loudly before she shut the door behind her. He chuckled, nudging Peter with his elbow. “So, May was home late last night…” he said, giving Peter a smirk.

Peter scrunched his nose, sighing at Ned. “Dude, I really don’t want to think about my aunt’s sex life, thank you very much.”

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