Sigh,@christywantspizza - you’re a patient whore, and patience is rewarded. (y'all this has been sitting in my inbox waiting for the right inspiration, and it slammed into me this morning while I was feeling sorry for myself. And ya know what - it worked! ) divider by @firefly-graphics
Length:2.6k Warnings: fingers in V, p in v (wrap it up), smutty smutty smut smut
You’d gotten in late last night. Too late. Maybe too early. The exact time was inconsequential. It was too late to be night but too early to be morning, and you had fallen, exhausted, face first into bed. Normally, your whirring mind would keep you up for hours, but this time, it shut off completely, and you slept hard. It was the kind of blackout sleep where your body and mind just simply refused to continue; they had nothing left to give you and demanded that you rest.
In which you’re accidentally shrunk, and everyone has to figure out who to take care of you; luck is not with you in any potential scenario that follows
(feat. Peter Parker, Loki Laufeyson, Pietro Maximoff, Tony Stark, and Bucky Barnes!)
[ We had to cut this off to make sure it wasn’t a million words, sorry! But enjoy regardless :) Askbox is VERY open!]
Peter Parker (Peter 1/MCU Peter)
When you’re stuck at such an abnormal height, it makes sense you’d try to seek out someplace safe, right?
With everything so huge, it’s natural you might not want to do anything but find a safe crevice with food, water, and stay there forever.
But you find that there’s really nobody who can break that anxious feeling better than he does.
Peter seems just as astonished about this as you are, if not even moreso. The most noticeable difference between you two is you’re much more nervous about this whole thing.
He’s never seen anything remotely like this before. Scott at the airport was definitely something that blew his mind, and now here he is seeing it up close with you right in the palm of his hand.
Once you’ve recovered a little from the shock of suddenly being so strangely small, he’s all over you.
He’s curious, and has to balance out that curiosity with your newfound fragility. He’s careful with how he holds you, but nothing stops him from lifting your little arm in wonder while he investigates this.
It becomes a test of how much you’re able to tolerate suddenly becoming like a new action figure, or something- at least, that was the first metaphor your head came up with, as he poked and prodded at you.
At least, you thought it’d be a test at first- that didn’t hold true for long. It was a lot more fun than you’d expected.
With Peter’s reflexes, you don’t need to worry all that much about falling off of surfaces, or getting in any messes he can’t get you out of. He’s lightning quick to react if you do slip up, so you can rest assured he’s got your back.
His fascination with you is never ending. At your smaller size his webs allow him to make you things like hammocks and other things to climb on, especially if you want to make your way from the ground to his desk while he works.
He’s not going to tell you that his productivity rate drops about 60% when you’re doing so, though.
His mass amount of Lego sets is also way more fun at this size, being able to crawl through them is way more fun than park tunnels would ever be.
Keeping you a secret from Aunt May quickly becomes more of a game than something actually threatening.
But she’s suspicious. She’ll catch on eventually.
“Maybe when that happens, I’ll ask her to start taking care of me instead.”
“What? Oh come on, that’s not fair!”
Loki Laufeyson:
Dear lord
None of the other team wanted to have to do this either, for the record. But they had to find someone to help take care of you when one side of the counter to the other was a marathon for you.
And with the vast majority of people tending to their own things- be it their own country, planet, or entire galaxy [since who knows at this point]- it was only left to the few at the compound.
And once the realization hit the group that Loki was the only one available, so began the bargaining. Trying to do anything to find anyone else; but nothing came of it. The goal in the end was to get you back as soon as possible, and with all hands on deck working on that, all that was left was the one person not allowed to help.
So here you were; you don’t think there’d been a moment where his eyes weren’t digging into you curiously since you’d been sitting with him.
“You don’t think that things are more fun like this?”
“No, I do not,” you exhaled. “I did, in fact, enjoy being taller than the height of a cup.”
“You clearly have not thought about the opportunities that this brings us,” he reasoned, that stupid grin on his face that spelled nothing but mischievous intent never fading for a moment.
“…No, I have not,” you stated simply. “Been too focused on actually getting back, you know…”
“What if I were to help… inspire you a little?”
…Is that all it took? All it took were ten words to put you in this situation now, displacing all of the others’ small belongings in the tiniest crevices they’d never be able to find them in?
By the end of that day, they weren’t able to find something that would help you get back to normal size safely. Though, you’d ended up giving them bigger issues in the form of Loki having officially put inside your head just how fun screwing around at this size could be.
Nobody doubted for a second that Loki was the perpetrator of it all. The only issue was- they couldn’t find you to take you away from him for the night.
You shared the smirk on his face while he was being scolded by the others, listening to it all from within the comfort of the fabric of his pocket.
Guess you were in for a scolding once you were back to full size.
Pietro Maximoff
Uh oh.
Probably wasn’t the greatest idea for you to be so vulnerable around Pietro, especially not before the ice was broken between you two.
Not to say he’s cruel, or even remotely mean; his curiosity and invasiveness is just pushed up a couple notches compared to others.
Things feel like they move too quickly with this guy, yet his interest in you feels like it couldn’t pass sooner.
Chances are very good that it wasn’t anybody’s idea to leave you to him, but only his own. With Wanda too occupied to stop him (though she hasn’t been shy about scolding him and demanding he doesn’t do anything), nothing was in his way from just snatching you right up off the table while the others discussed what to do to keep you safe.
Nobody really wants to be on Pietro duty, so there was a silent agreement that all hope of getting you back was lost until he agreed otherwise.
Once you’ve had a second to breathe and let your brain catch up to everything that’s just happened to you, you’ll probably look up from his hands and catch him watching with his head cocked a little to the left in polite curiosity.
And a smirk that likely didn’t spell out anything that’d be great for you.
Turns out being able to fit in his hands makes it really easy for him to protect you from the whiplash of his speed, and if your energy is anything like his the two of you will very quickly become partners in crime.
Crime being crawling into Tony’s empty suit with a little source of light to finally figure out what the hell it looks like on the inside.
Or fall into the boot of it and get completely stuck; likely the latter.
There’s no end to what you two can get up to once that ice is broken. By the time Bruce or Tony have figured out a safe way to get you back up to your regular height, it’ll be a shame to abandon all those opportunities.
You’ll just have to go back to it!
“What could go wrong?”
A statement that did wonders in teaching the team what pure dread felt like.
Tony Stark
Let’s face it, whatever happened to you is very likely his fault.
Doesn’t mean he can’t fix it though, right?
At least, that’s what he keeps telling himself while he looks at you, almost dumbfounded by your state. Pym tech was Scott’s thing, not his.
And Scott barely specialized in the tech itself to begin with; he knew how to use it, not how to make it, right?
So how on earth did he manage to mess up whatever he was doing to the point where you were a few inches tall?
Without waiting for you to say much he’ll have scooped you up into his hands, quickly laying you back-down in his palm and putting his thumb over your chest. The initial panic of being suddenly small wears off a little as he quickly talks to you, knowing from experience with his own panic attacks exactly what to do.
After what’d happened, you found yourself held safely in his hands, thumb stroking along your back (albeit a little tentatively- this is Tony, after all…)
Though he’s far from the softest person around, Tony’s always had a bit of a gentle patch for you, and it really shines through in moments like these.
“Are you okay? Is anything hurt? My godkid, never a dull moment with you.”
It’ll take him a few moments to come up with a witty nickname for you.
These include, but aren’t limited to: Short Stuff, Pipsqueak, Shortstop, Tinkerbell, etc.
Your feedback about how you feel about these nicknames is acknowledged, but nothing is ever done about changing them, nor does it seem like anything will be done.
He’ll talk you through the process of trying to reverse what he did. If you can understand half the words he’s saying, maybe you’ll even learn a thing or two about it.
Tony’s too stubborn to go get himself some pym tech and just grow you back. He knows he can do it for himself, so it looks like you’re stuck with him while he works it out for a bit.
He’s too distracted and immersed in his work to think about your needs unless you ask, so chances are good Bruce will have thought ahead and brought you both something.
Despite that fact though, he’ll take credit for every single aspect that was involved in taking care of you- just not the fact that he shrunk you to begin with.
Bucky Barnes
When you think of an ideal caretaker for a person that’s at your height, Bucky Barnes is far from the first person you’d think of.
He’s not exactly known to be the warmest, most welcoming guy around, after all; you’d seen people who know him the best break their backs trying to squeeze words out of him at the bare minimum, sometimes.
(And that staring really didn’t help you too much either, for the record)
You hold that expectation as the situation eventually points towards him ending up being the person who had to help you around- your insistence that you could get around on your own, that you didn’t want to be any trouble…
But times were busy, and Bucky refusing to help out with things he deemed trivial or small (or involving Sam in any way, shape, or form) resulted in him being the only person available.
It’s awkward at first, which isn’t too unexpected; the only thing you wanna do, you figure, is to not inconvenience him. He was forced into this situation with you to begin with, so it was the least you could do, right?
But;
“How long’s it been since you’ve eaten?“
You looked up. “Oh- oh, I had breakfast, don’t worry,” you laughed.
You followed his gaze as it lifted to the clock mounted on the wall, and your shoulders fell- you knew what he was gonna say before he said it.
“It’s four.”
“Um-… it was a big breakfast.”
He’d sat for a few seconds, gaze fixed on you for a few heartbeats before getting up with a grunt, walking over to where you were sat on the counter- after asking permission, he scooped you up into his palm, where you’d looked over his fingers as he walked into the kitchen.
“Guess it won’t take a whole lot to keep you fed, at least…” he joked.
“Very funny.”
“Could you even eat an entire grape at this size?” He looked back down at where you were in his hand with a little smirk.
“Is that a challenge?”
…maybe he’d come to regret making you warm up to him that day after you two ate and joked together.
Because warming you up to him eventually enabled you to get daring. And now he sat there, with you crawling up the sleeves of his jacket, up to his shoulder so that you could hit him on the chin for a teasing comment he’d made again.
All it equated to though for him was the equivalent of the tiniest, most gentle poke on the jaw he’d gotten in his life; his joking reaction after about how badly and irreparably you’d hurt him had prompted another hit.
It took zero time at all for the others to catch on. As much as he may have wanted to, he wouldn’t be able to hide the genuine care for you that he’d grown over the past few days in front of the others- didn’t change the fact he was veryunappreciative of the jabs and taunts from Sam. But in the end, it was all in good fun.
Getting you back to full size was still a priority, of course.
But maybe keeping you around like this for a little longer couldn’t hurt.
Sylvie is lying when she says that she doesn’t remember her family. She can remember bits and pieces but it just so happens it’s very little to no information on her background. It’s little to no information that Loki can use to figure out what her true motives are. While Loki told her enough for a tactical advantage as she stated. Sylvie actually probably hates Frigga !! The line “ Are you sure she’s your mother” after Loki finishes telling her the fond memories he had of Frigga. As if indicating that the experience was not the same probably at all. It would explain why Sylvie is not as skilled as Loki when it comes to magic. Frigga taught Loki how to do magic. “No. You and your father cast large shadows. I had hoped that by sharing my gifts with Loki that he could find some sun for himself.” FRIGGA Or when Loki says that he’s adopted and spoiler for her. She says I knew. They told me they didn’t tell you. Pay attention to her body language and facial experience. As if remembering a bad memory something that doesn’t make her feel good. Frigga had always referred to herself as Lokis mother. Telling him Asgard was his home. They were his family. She never once referred to Loki as adopted. Loki was spared when eventually being hauled back to Asgard to answer for his crimes because of Frigga. Slyvie obviously doesn’t feel the same way about Frigga that Loki does. We know that Loki would love to stop his mother’s death but I’m not getting that vibe from Sylvie. I think her and Lokis bottom lines are as far away from each other as it can possibly be. I don’t think Sylvie is as attached to the Odin, Frigga, and or Thor in the way that Loki is. I felt like She said they never told you as if wow that was never used as a weapon against you kind of way. Like disbelief that there is a reality where the family could be kind to her. She comes off extremely as a loner. Only appearing to trust herself. She is constantly alert. She reads what is going on in the room when Loki just wants to be the center of attention. The line I never have my back to the door is quite different as Loki is just like whatever and it makes no sense with another door being behind you kind of shaking off what she says as if it’s not something he would think about doing. But she wants to keep her focus on the main door so she is not surprised. She has probably spent her life having to protect herself, overly prove herself, teach herself while growing up in a cold and unkind family environment. While Sylvie has that same narcissist vibe that Loki has. It feels more like her weapon of choice to protect herself from being hurt.
