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Compromises || Peter Parker x Reader

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Prompt No.18: “You are my everything and I would never trade it for the world.”

Prompt No.24: “Can you just stay here with me for a little while?”

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You were sitting cross legged on your bed fidgeting with your phone, unlocking and locking it after every few seconds in hopes of receiving a text or call from Peter. You hadn’t seen him in weeks due to his missions with the Avengers as Spider-Man.  You had tried to visit his apartment but you had only met Aunt May who would tell you that Peter was on an educational trip with Tony Stark. At least Aunt May was spared of the worry for Peter. Above that you hadn’t received any texts or calls from him in this time period.

“This is Peter. Leave a message after the beep.”

“God dammit Peter,” you said in frustration as the call went straight to voicemail.

You threw your phone on the other side of the bed and rested your head in your palms. This was getting ridiculous. You couldn’t keep this up anymore. For all you know, Peter could be dead or seriously injured and you really deserved to know.

Sharp taps on your window pulled you out of your thoughts and you looked bewildered in the direction of your window. You slowly got out of your bed and walked cautiously towards the window. Your lips parted in surprise as you saw Peter standing on the other side looking very tired. You quickly unlatched the window and took a few steps back. Peter let himself in and landed softly on his feet.

You had thought that if Peter were to appear before you, you would rush into his arms. You would bury your face in his chest and breath him in. You would go on and on about asking him if he was alright? Had something happened?  How was he doing? You had thought that you would lock your arms around him and never let go.

But here he was, standing infront of you and you wanted to do none of that. You didn’t feel happy to see him. Relieved, of course but not happy. There was anger bubbling in the pit of your stomach and you just had to let it out.

“Where the hell have you been Peter!?” you hissed surprising yourself and him, with the newly found rage. “You leave for weeks!  I don’t get a text or a call from you!? I get it your busy being Spider-Man but it sure as hell wouldn’t hurt to check up on your worrying girlfriend and tell her that you are alright! That you’re not dead! I mean is that too much to ask from you!?”

Peter bent his head and looked fixatedly at your feet. “I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry [Y\N].”

Hearing him say your name sent a chill down your spine and all of your anger was replaced by sadness. “Well sorry won’t cover it. And I can’t live like this Peter I just can’t.”

Peter looked up at you as your voice broke and he immediately rushed forward wrapping you in his arms. This warmth felt very familiar and brought back memories of you and him together. First date in the park. Cuddling up to him during the Harry Potter marathon. Being securely wrapped in his arms as he swung in the city as Spider-Man.

“I didn’t mean to bring you this pain [Y\N]. I never meant to be gone so long.”

You pushed yourself away from him and took a few steps back from him. You wrapped your arms around your shoulders and tried to blink away the tears. “Look Peter, I get it. Spider-Man means so much to you and I would never ever ask you to give up the mask for me. But you have to give me some time otherwise this-” you gestured to yourself and Peter “-can’t work. Do you really want to trade me for violence and bruises every single day?”

Peter widened his eyes in surprise and he closed the distance between the two of you. He placed his hands on your shoulders and said in a very firm voice, “You are my everything and I would never trade it for the world. The day I do that will be a very sad sad day. I love you and I can’t just throw you out of my life like that.”

You gave him a week smile and put your head on his chest. “I love you too. But this can’t keep going on okay? We need to work on this. Us. Otherwise we’re both just….wasting our time.”

He sighed and put his chin on your head. “We’re not wasting our time. And we will make it work. You’re not getting of that easy.”

You stifled a laugh, “Dammit Parker. You never fail to make me laugh.”

He grinned at you, “That’s my specialty babe.”

“Peter?”

“Yeah?”

You looked up at him, “Can you just stay here with me for a while?”

He took your face in his hands and gave you a long kiss. “Anything for you.”

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Imagine: Having an intense argument with Steve, and in the heat of the moment blurting out that you are in love with him. [x]

Steve: Why do you insist on fighting me so much on this issue, Y/N?! I don’t understand why you care so much?! I’m a fighter- I’m going to get hurt! Y/N: Did you really just ask why I care so much?! Steve: Yes, I did! Y/N, you need to stop being so controlling! You’re not my family; you can’t tell me what to do! Y/N: No, I’m not your family, but I’m pretty damn close. I’ve been with you through everything- Steve: Everything? Everything? No, you haven’t! You don’t know the half of it so how can you say you care?! Y/N: I do more than care- I’m in love with you, Steve! Is that enough of an answer?! Huh?! Say something! *pauses* Steve… I didn’t… You know what, let’s leave this here. I’m just going to… *starts walking towards the door* Steve: *quietly* Did you mean it? Do you love me? Y/N: *pauses* *doesn’t face him* I love you… Have from the very moment I met you… I’m sorry, Steve- for ruining our friendship. I shouldn’t have said anything. I’m going to go now. Steve: Don’t leave me. *grabs your arm* Please… Y/N, I love you too.

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I Need You - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky wakes up from a nightmare and the reader, whose room is just across the hall from Bucky’s, jumps at the chance to comfort him and make sure he is okay. Warnings: Scary PTSD nightmares~ otherwise all fluff!! <3<3 A/N: I am taking requests!! Send ‘em in!

The nightmares weren’t often, but when they were Bucky had the worst trouble sleeping. He was plagued with revisiting his days as the Winter Soldier in his dreams, when he committed countless crimes and hurt a lot of innocent people. Bucky hated these nightmares and the nights they would occur, he would often wake up in a hot sweat and not be able to get back to sleep.

But tonight was different. The nightmares were back for the first time in a while but they were worse than ever before. In his dream, he was once again the Winter Soldier. At his hands, he saw the weapons he used to hurt families, children… the screams of all the innocent people he hurt were filling his ears. Outside of his dream he knew he was tossing and turning. 

That was when he saw his friends, The Avengers, laying on the ground in front of him. They weren’t moving and they all appeared to be sleeping or something. But Bucky knew that in his dream, he had hurt them. He had hurt you.

Bucky woke with a startle, a scream escaping his lips. But then you came running in his bedroom and he looked up at you, scared and confused.

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IMAGINE: You were “Peggy” TITLE: There Is No Future Without You (GIRL READER) _

1942 wasn’t your year. Being a female during this time was hard, especially when you worked for the government. You worked for an organization called Strategic Scientific Reserve; SSR for short. To make matters worse you were assigned to work with the military for a new project. Today was the day you met the new recruits and you weren’t the least bit excited.

You walked with a kick in your step. You eyed the men in front of you stopping to stare a few seconds longer at the shortest and scrawniest of the bunch. You couldn’t deny the fact that he was cute. You continued to analyze the group as you spoke loudly, “Gentlemen, I’m Agent L/N. I supervise all operations of this division.”

“Hey, sweet cheeks. What’s a gal like you doing working for the US Army?” One of the men spoke.

You refrained yourself from smirking. You looked at him with a firm look, “What’s your name, soldier?”

He smirked. “Gilmore Hodge, sweetheart.”

“Step forward, Hodge.” He glanced at his friends before doing as told and moved to stand in front of you, “Put you right foot forward.”

“Are we dancing? Cause I got a few moves I know you’ll like.” That was all he needed to say for you to snap. Without a second thought you, you through your fist feeling as it connected with his face.

-

The car had been silent with a hint of awkward. You sat up straight, waiting for you two to make it to the facility. The moment you saw Steve you knew he would be picked. He may not have been the biggest, or the tannest, but he had the heart and will that was needed. You had just hoped he would be the only subject. You didn’t know if you could take watching others be put through the testing.  

“I know this neighborhood.” Steve spoke,” I got beat up in that alley. And that parking lot. And behind that diner.” He pointed out each place like it was some kind of achievement, which it kind of was.

You refrained yourself from chuckling, “Did you have something against running away?”

“You start running they’ll never let you stop. You stand up, push back.” The two of you locked eyes, “Can’t say no forever, right?”

“I know a little of what that’s like. To have every door shut in your face.” All those times you tried to be more than just the girl in the RSS you would always be shoved back down. You were never given the chance to show your potential.

“I guess I just don’t know why you’d want to’ join the army if you’re a beautiful dame. Or a beautiful…a woman. An agent, not a dame! You are beautiful, but-”

You smiled softly at his awkwardness, “You have no idea how to talk to a woman, do you?”

“This is the longest conversation I’ve had with one.” He smiled sheepishly, “Women aren’t exactly lining up to dance with a guy they might step on.”

“You must have danced?” You couldn’t believe that anyone would not give such a gentleman a chance. If you weren’t under strict orders to not get involved with anyone at work, then you might have given the blonde a chance.

“Well, asking a woman to dance always seems so terrifying. And the past few years just didn’t seem to matter that much. Figured I’d wait.” He shrugged.

“For what?” You asked in curiosity.

“The right partner.”

-

“Dr. Erskine said that the serum wouldn’t just effect my muscles, it would affect my cells. Create a protective system of regeneration and healing. Which means I can’t get drunk. Did you know that?” Steve poured himself a glass of what you assumed was alcohol while he barely glanced at you as you approached him.

“Your metabolism burns four times faster than the average person. He thought it could be one of the side effects.” You replied knowingly. You took a seat next to him unsure of what to say. You were never good at comforting people. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“Did you read the reports?” Steve asked, his voice devoid of emotion.

“Yes.” You answered.

He finally looked you in the eye, “Then you know that’s not true.”

You placed your hand onto his. “You did everything you could.” You swallowed thickly as your hand began to grip his, “Did you believe in your friend? Did you respect him?” He barely nodded. “Then stop blaming yourself. Allow Barnes the dignity of his choice. He must have thought you were worth it.”

Your words seemed to strike a cord with him as he squeezed your hand, “I’m goin’ after Schmidt. I’m not gonna stop till all of Hydra is dead or captured.”

You smiled in return, “You won’t be alone.”

-

“Wait!” You stopped the taller man. Trying to grip his suit, you pulled him into kiss that nearly stunned him, “Go get him.”

Steve looked at Phillips as a blush covered his pale cheeks. Phillips rolled his eyes, “I’m not kissin’ you!”

Steve looked back you taking the words from the Colonel as a single to leave. He smiled before he ran off. If you had just known that you wouldn’t be seeing him for a very long time.

-

The radio sounded loudly. Whoever was trying to contact you wasn’t very understand with the static, but you knew who it was. You were quick to press the button to talk to him, “Steve, is that you? Are you alright?”

“Y/N! Schmidt’s dead.”

Steve. He was alive. You almost shouted in glee at his voice. Almost.

“What about the plane?” You asked in hope.

“That’s a little bit tougher to explain.” He responded quickly.

You bit your lip. “Give me your coordinates, I’ll find you a safe landing site.”

“There’s not going to be a safe landing.” His next words tore your heart, “But I can try and force it down.”

“I’ll get Howard on the line, he’ll know what to do.” You tried to reason. Your eyes were already glazing over as your gripped the com tighter.

“There’s not enough time. This thing’s moving too fast and it’s heading for New York. I gotta put her in the water.”

“Please, don’t do this.” Your voice wavered, “We have time. We can work it out.”

“Right now I’m in the middle of nowhere. If I wait any longer a lot of people are gonna die. Peggy, this is my choice.”

You sniffled. You were struggling to keep your tears in your eyes, unsure of what to say next.

“Y/N?” His voice came out softer.

“I’m here.”

“I’m gonna need a rain check on that dance.” Steve’s voice broke at the last word. He wasn’t going to come back.

“Alright.” You played long with this fantasy, “A weak, next Saturday, at the Stork Club.”

“You got it.”

“Eight o'clock on the dot. Don’t you dare be late!” A tear escaped your eye, “Okay?”

“You know; I still don’t know how to dance.” He grunted on the other end.

“I’ll show you how.” You smiled sadly, “Just be there.”

“You’ll have the band play somethin’ slow. I’d hate to step on your-” Static.

“Steve?” You asked. No reply. Your lips let out a sob, but your hand never left the button as you spoke, “Remember, don’t be late.”

-

“You’ve been asleep, Cap. For almost seventy years. Are you gonna be okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah. I just- I had a date.” _ DATE: February 1st, 2016

NOTES: I made myself sad

For anon

Nina clung to her father desperately. They had been fortunate enough to get back to America unnoticed. The little girl’s cheeks were stained with tears and snot. She hadn’t stop crying since the incident.

Out of fright, Nina had made the animals go into a slight frenzy. In the confusion, a guard accidentally let the arrow fly from his bow. Having seen it, her mother threw Nina to the side before the arrow plunged into her heart. Shaken, but realizing the need to get his daughter safe, Erik had grabbed Nina and left.

Now the pair was standing in front of a large mansion. The moon was high in the sky. As if sensing them, the door opened to reveal his old friend. Charles greeted them with a somber expression. Erik, while holding Nina on his hip, walked over to him.

“I don’t suppose you already looked,” Erik rasped, half-hoping he did so he didn’t have to say it. Charles nodded. He licked his lips, eyes tearing up. “I am so sorry, Erik. Come on in.”

Charles wheeled into the house, the two following. Nina wiped her hand against her nose before resting her head on her father’s shoulder.

“I’ve already set up a room for the two of you,” Charles explained quietly, “It’s your old room, actually.” Erik nodded, chest still heavy. Charles spun to face him. “I suggest the two of you sleep. Then we can talk in the morning.” Erik nodded again. He spoke, voice coming out shaky, “Thank you, Charles.”

The man smiled while giving a nod. Without another word, Charles spun back around, continuing to lead the pair through the quiet halls.

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