a?N: HI… so i know this is looooong overdue, i am so sorry about that. I know how frustrating it must have been to wait so long. Honestly i just got really wrapped up with life and i had gotten a job, and school, then i got a boyfriend so it just really consumed my time. But i got fired, i’m on break, and me and my boyfriend broke up soooo here’s that story lol.
That’s really the only word you could use to describe the next few days leading up to your hangout with Peter.
Whether it was Wanda and Nat attempting to play dress up with you, or Pietro and Bucky ;( a surprising team up) pestering you about how Peter better watch his back. Not to mention your father and Pepper telling you how you don’t have to push yourself.
Really it was exhausting. Especially because you were already nervous as it is.
Peter had really hurt you. It hurts when someone you love just up and decided to cut you out of there lives with no notice, ANd even if its not what Peter intended, it’s how you were effected. So yes, you were a bit weary. How could you not be?
“Miss Y/n, Peter Parker has arrived.” FRIDAY stated, even she sounded annoyed.
Your heart skipped a beat, and you shakily called out a thank you.
As you got your stuff together, you wondered what was going to happen. Obviously it was a good thing that Peter wanted to see you. He even said he wanted to make everything up to you.
So why were you so anxious?
You finally reached the main room, where Peter was there waiting. Again surrounded by passive aggressive superheros, doing their best to make him regret ever making you cry.
As soon as he saw you he stood, faster than you had ever seen him move before.
“Y/N!”, he shouts, sounding relieved, “ Are you ready?”
You send him a small smile, nodding your head and then glaring at the group of adults behind him.
“Yeah, lets go” You say as you walk to the elevator, leaving Peter to follow behind, feeling the scorching gaze of the avengers on his back.
“Have fun, Y/n. I am but a phone call away~” Pietro coos, sweet words with an intimidating message behind it.
You smile to yourself, seeing Peter sigh in relief as the doors shut and the elevator moves to the lobby.
An awkward silence falls upon you two. One that is unfamiliar, as you and Peter have always had something to talk about.
“I’m sorry Y/n…” Peter says suddenly, “ I don’t know what I was thinking…”
You glance to the ground, not knowing what to say. You really were never good at speaking your emotions.
“I think I was just used to being your number one… so when he came along I didn’t know how to handle it.”
“You really hurt me.” You state quietly, “ I know that’s probably not what you meant to do”
“Its not” Peter says quickly, “ Trust me Y/n, seeing you sad and knowing that I’m the reason will always haunt me. I never want to be the reason you cry.”
“But you were” You whispered, looking at your feet.
Peter swallowed, “ I never wanted to … I just needed space to think.”
“Peter… needing space is fine. Understandable, but the way you went about it is what hurt me. You went from texting me and seeing em everyday, to ignoring me and making excuses not to see me. That’s what hurt me.” You say, finally telling him how you feel, “ If you felt that strongly about Jason, then you should have told me. Before you jumped to conclusions and cut me off. If you needed space then you should have told me.”
Peter looked at the ground, taking in what you were telling him.
You felt bad laying into him like that but it had to be said.
“ You’re lucky I love you.” You say with a sigh. Hearing those words Peters heart nearly stopped, looking at your face in surprise,
Did you feel the same as him?
“You can mess up a thousand times and I’d still want you as my friend.”
oh.
“Yeah…friends” Peter says in a tone.
You notice the shift in tone, but before you can comment on it Peters phone goes off. As he checks it his face changes, at first excitement but then it morphs into a look of guilt.
You frown, “Peter who is it?”
“Oh!…uh its Liz.” He stumbles, “But! But! I promised it was just you and me today, and it will be.”
You look at the ground, “If you need to take it then I understand…”
“Hey, no, look I’m putting it away.” He says, pocketing the phone after putting it on silent, “ come on, I’ve been craving a hot dog from a shady stand for the longest time.”
He takes your hand and leads you through the busy streets of Manhattan. The feeling bringing a heat to your cheeks. It was warm and familiar. Being with Peter always brought you a sense of comfort you weren’t able to feel with anyone else. He was your home away from home. Being away from him felt like a piece of you was missing. You didn’t truly understand these feelings, Peter really being the only guy you’ve gotten to know like this, but you’ve seen it before.
You’ve seen it in movies, dreamy scenes where the protagonist goes through a montage of activities with the love interest, only to end with them falling in love. You see it with your parents, the way your father looks at Pepper, as if she hung the moon and stars herself. Its a feeling that you long to have.
And with Peter, you think you’ve found it. You love being around him. The way his hair looks when the sun hits it just right. The way he slightly dances to a song he likes, not enough to be obvious but just enough to be noticable. You love the way he sends you pictures of things he wants before he buys them to get your opinion. Or the way he laughs when you say something that surprises him. The little things that nobody else has noticed but you have.
As you were thinking about all this, you didn’t realize that you stopped walking and were staring at Peter, slightly freaking him out.
“uh…Y/n..are you okay?” He asks, feeling awkward but worried since you just stopped out of nowhere.
Shaking yourself out of it, you smile, “Yeah! Sorry I got lost in thought I guess.”
You couldn’t feel this way for him. How could you when he doesn’t feel the same? He made his choice and his choice was Liz. You really were only a friend to him.
“Hey, wanna swing up to the top of my school? We could eat there?” Peter says with a mischievous smile, knowing you get motion sick.
“Peter…” You warn with a slight smile.
You squeak as he suddenly pulls you in an alley and leaps, webs shooting out of the hidden shooter under his sleeve.
“PETER” You shout, burying your face in his shoulder, trying to hold onto the bag that contained your hotdogs and hold in the contents of your stomach. You flinch every time you feel your bodies drop and rise, the momentum making your stomach twist. Finally, after what felt like forever, you land with a jolt.
“Jeez you really have a tight grip” Peter says with a small chuckle, “Sorry, I know you hate that.”
You huff for a second trying to keep the contents of your stomach in your body. Then you shoot him an sharp glare.
“I hate you.” You say with a slight laugh. Peter puts his hand on his heart feigning a hurt look.
“Don’t say that.” He says with a smile, “Come on, lets eat.”
And you do. While this whole thing hasn’t truly been resolved, it was nice to just be with him. To enjoy his presence once more, and be Y/n and Pete again. In fact this was the thing you missed the most. The comfort he brought to you. The feeling of content and happiness, like you two were the only two people in the world. And as far as you were concerned, at this very moment, you were.
prompt: anonymous: “Can I please requests headcanons of what Pietro Maximoff would do when he has to do the fake dating trope (during a mission) with the girl that he’s in love with (super bubbly, optimistic, and naive)? Thank you!!”
pietro was a huge flirt
which is why you never thought twice when he did
it was just the way he was
but little did you know, there was something quite different about it
“you and me, we should out some time? it will be my treat”-pietro
“pietro, do you ever stop flirting?”-you
“as a matter of fact, i do”-pietro
you and him worked pretty well as a team, though
so when you were picked for an undercover op, you weren’t surprised
and pietro was more than willing
“this is my chance, wanda”-pietro
“don’t get your hopes up, you’re only playing a part”-wanda
“oh, they’ll be no pretending from me”-pietro
the fake relationship to you was just business because that’s all you knew
but pietro was veryconvincing
“just, yes, just get closer. there we go” -pietro, wrapping his arm around you
“you’re better at this than i thought you’d be” -you
“oh, you’re just saying that”-pietro
your “date” led you to a pretty popular party, you had to split up occasionally to socialize
but pietro kept his eyes on you all night
you’d catch him every once in a while and wave, but he was shameless about it
and he told EVERYONE you were dating, like he was hammering it into both of your minds
“that one over there? they came with me” -pietro
oh and if anyone else looked at you he’d…well, he’d warn against it
for a moment he actually did convince himself it was real, he really was living out his dream
“may i kiss you?”-pietro
love a man who asks permission
““““the kiss is to be convincing””””
when you got what you came for, you left together
“you can stop holding my hand now, maximoff”-you
“what if i dont want to?”-pietro
“why’s that?”-you
“isn’t it obvious?”-pietro
you laughed at the way he always answered you, the way he never stopped flirting with you
but you see him flirt practically all the time
“you can’t be serious”-you
“you’re smarter than that”-pietro
“you, pietro maximoff, have a crush on me?” -you
“more than a crush, y/n”-pietro
he’d put his finger under your chin and just looked at you a moment, teasing a kiss but walking away soon after
“well, we should leave if that’s what you want”-pietro
“w-what? maximoff?!”-you
the trip back to base was awkward, but a little funny
the tables had turned and he kept noticing your stares and smirking whenever you were caught
you were over analyzing every interaction you’d had with him
oh, yeah, he left you hanging as soon as you got back to base
REALLY wanted to get you thinking about him
you wondered how many times he’d used that tactic before
“how was the mission?”-wanda
“just as i planned it”-pietro
“poor y/n” -wanda
pietro thought about your mission together all night
so did you <3
and the very next day he ran into you (not running, but you crossed paths)
“so, now that you’ve had time to think it over, would a real date be more your speed?”-pietro
“was that a pun?”-you
“don’t dodge my question”-pietro
“i dodge bullets, not questions”-you
“leave the jokes to me for now”-pietro
“not helping your case, maximoff”-you
“just answer the question, l/n”-pietro
*long pause*
“fine.onedate”-you
“you say ‘one,’ but i’m sure they’ll be plenty more after that”-pietro
“don’t get your hopes up” -you, leaving
“wait, wait! could i get a kiss on the cheek for effort at least?”-pietro
: you start your work in the lab. thor makes you cry. erik helps you feel better.
: steve rogers, bucky barnes, m'baku, sam wilson, bruce banner, james rhodes, kingo sunen, thor odinson, loki odinson (mentioned), erik killmonger, pietro maximoff, druig, and you!
' : we’ve made it to the smut! i’m so excited because i think it turned out pretty well, but we’ll see lol. super special thanks to those who voted in both the polls; you’re the reason this chapter even happened! i hope you enjoy and pretty please tell me what you like/if you liked it/etc. (this ended up being way longer than i intended, and i hope it’s not a problem!) enjoy! <3 (gif credit: @scerek)
(): language, a lil angsty (thanks a lot thor), some fluff, actual facts about antarctica (i hope you like them, i thought they were pretty interesting myself!), nervous!Bruce, mean!thor, recreational drug use, fingering (f receiving), oral sex (f receiving), hints of praise kink, dirty talking, mention of bodily fluids, 18+/minors dni (if I missed anything, pretty please let me know!)
: 4.1k (proud of myself for doing this all in oneday!)
“There she is!”
Both Banner and Rhodes look up at Kingo’s announcement, hearts racing when they see you standing at the entrance. The older doctors turn away from the tools they’re tinkering with to greet you with welcoming smiles.
“Morning, guys,” you grin, chunky laptop, notepad, and pencil in hand as you travel to an open space on one of the counters. “Mind if I get settled right here?”
Rhodes answers with a shake of his head. “Not at all. We cleared it off just for you.”
You smile at him as a thank you, setting down your laptop and other materials. There are too many new tools and equipment that you’re enamored with to notice Dr. Banner staring at you from the other side of the room.
Microscopes, test tubes, and beakers are only a few of the objects you spot throughout the lab. Suddenly, the feeling that you might break something begins to overwhelm you, which Kingo notices right away.
: you start your work in the lab. thor makes you cry. erik helps you feel better.
: steve rogers, bucky barnes, m'baku, sam wilson, bruce banner, james rhodes, kingo sunen, thor odinson, loki odinson (mentioned), erik killmonger, pietro maximoff, druig, and you!
' : we’ve made it to the smut! i’m so excited because i think it turned out pretty well, but we’ll see lol. super special thanks to those who voted in both the polls; you’re the reason this chapter even happened! i hope you enjoy and pretty please tell me what you like/if you liked it/etc. (this ended up being way longer than i intended, and i hope it’s not a problem!) enjoy! <3 (gif credit: @scerek)
(): language, a lil angsty (thanks a lot thor), some fluff, actual facts about antarctica (i hope you like them, i thought they were pretty interesting myself!), nervous!Bruce, mean!thor, recreational drug use, fingering (f receiving), oral sex (f receiving), hints of praise kink, dirty talking, mention of bodily fluids, 18+/minors dni (if I missed anything, pretty please let me know!)
: 4.1k (proud of myself for doing this all in oneday!)
“There she is!”
Both Banner and Rhodes look up at Kingo’s announcement, hearts racing when they see you standing at the entrance. The older doctors turn away from the tools they’re tinkering with to greet you with welcoming smiles.
“Morning, guys,” you grin, chunky laptop, notepad, and pencil in hand as you travel to an open space on one of the counters. “Mind if I get settled right here?”
Rhodes answers with a shake of his head. “Not at all. We cleared it off just for you.”
You smile at him as a thank you, setting down your laptop and other materials. There are too many new tools and equipment that you’re enamored with to notice Dr. Banner staring at you from the other side of the room.
Microscopes, test tubes, and beakers are only a few of the objects you spot throughout the lab. Suddenly, the feeling that you might break something begins to overwhelm you, which Kingo notices right away.
“I know this room can feel like… a lot… but it’s not that bad once you get used to it,” he promises in a delicate tone. “And I know that’s pretty easy for me to see, but don’t worry. If you have any questions at all, just ask me or Doctor Banner or Doctor, Rhodes, okay? Any questions at all.”
Kingo’s reassuring words allow you to finally let out the deep breath you’ve been holding in since you rolled out of bed this morning. Unfortunately, your breath gets caught again when Kingo places a warm hand on your back before returning to the microscope he was readying when you came in.
Shaking off the shivers and tingling skin, you turn to your laptop––newly provided after M.T. Rogers sent the bi-weekly request form to the mainland––and open it.
“Ready?” Dr. Banner calls out after watching you get settled. Looking up from the newly opened document, you give him a bright smile and thumbs up. “Alright,” he nods with a grin threatening to break out on his face.
Come one, Bruce. Get it together.
“So today, Doctor Rhodes and I are going to start analyzing some soil samples collected by our people on the ground. While we get everything set up and started, I think it would be best to start with Doctor Kingo. He’s finishing up his study of a dead rhinovirus from a sample we collected from Barnes after he fell ill a couple of weeks ago.”
Kingo winks at you playfully from behind the microscope at Banner’s directions, and both you and Rhodes let out a laugh.
“Hey,” Rhodes calls out, “if he starts to bother you, just let me know. I’ll take care of him, alright sweetheart?”
The playful threat put a grin on everyone’s face, and the sight warms your heart. You’re definitely going to have some fun in here.
It’s dinner time.
Almost everyone, except Loki (for obvious reasons) and yourself (since you’re just now finishing up your laundry), is scattered around the living room or kitchen. M.T. Rogers sits on the couch with Erik and Barnes, Wilson and Pietro in the recliners across from them.
The both of them pass a large blunt back and forth, happy to be able to relax after a long day of working to fix one of the heaters.
Thor is busy finishing up dinner for everyone with the help of M’Baku, (the only other person willing to help out in the kitchen for the moment) who has to keep talking Thor out of adding extra salt to Banner’s plate just to see the look on his face.
Speaking of Banner, he just so happens to be at the end of a tense match of pool against Rhodes. Kingo watches with a frown on his face, regretting putting tonight’s money on the self-proclaimed pool great: Rhodes.
Druig is already seated at the table, nose deep in one of his books that he’s read at least twenty times.
It’s only when you walk into the room that everyone’s attention is drawn from whatever they’re doing. You met with a bombardment of warm greetings from all but one; Thor. The blond stares at you for half of a second before whipping back around to stir the large pots of soup (you all had the choice of chicken noodle or tortilla), only one thing on his mind.
You don’t get a chance to formally part with Erik before a booming voice forces the majority of your attention.
“And she has arrived! Welcome, new archivist!”
The voice is revealed to belong to Thor once he enters the room. His arms are spread out wide and inviting, as is the warm smile that sits across his face. You let out a small squeak when he envelops you in a tight hug, raising you a few inches off the ground before he decides to let go. Once he pulls away and gets a good look at your face, you can’t help but notice the way his eyes darken. He doesn’t notice that he’s staring until Wilson, rather loudly, clears his throat.
“My apologies,” Thor starts lowly, “it’s just that… no one told me that you’d be so lovely.”
Your eyebrows raise at his statement, now wanting nothing more than to get out from all of the (what you now realize are) heated gazes around you. You barely find the strength to stutter out an answer.
“Um, thank you,” you breathe out quietly, eyes not able to leave Thor’s. “You know what, I should probably go ahead and unpack. I have a feeling that jetlag is gonna set in pretty soon, and I wanted to finish before I crash for the night.”
You’re too focused on the act of grabbing your bag to notice how Thor’s expression drops into one of regret. Your eagerness to leave the room after his remark has him feeling that he’s crossed a line, and he suddenly fills with the urge to leave you be.
“If everyone will excuse me, I should be getting back to the kitchen.”
That moment has played over and over again in his head for the entirety of your stay, the man unable to notice that, not only did you enjoy the warm welcome but also that your eagerness to get away had nothing to do with him.
“Thor,” M’Baku calls out (unknowingly to Thor for the third time), finally catching the attention of a distracted Thor. The pilot holds a large stack of bowls and stares at him along with everyone else, who is already seated at the table.
Thor clears his throat, mumbling out a quick, “sorry.”
“Thor, why don’t you serve our newest member first?” Pietro suggests smugly from his seat next to you, arm hanging against the back of your chair. “She is the lady of the house after all.”
“Oh, please don’t feel like you have to do that,” you laugh nervously to Pietro, but M’Baku is speaking before anyone else gets the chance to say anything.
“Very well,” he nods, looking over at you. “Which would you like?”
With all of the attention in the room now on you, this decision becomes one of the hardest you’ve ever made in your life. “Um, I don’t know. They both smell so good––”
“Chicken noodle or tortilla soup? It’s not that hard of a decision.”
Everyone freezes at the tone of Thor’s voice, turning and gazing at him like he’s grown a few extra heads. M.T. Rogers and Druig, in particular, look at him with a certain disdain.
You have to swallow before meekly answering,” tortilla, please.”
For some reason, Thor hasn’t taken the time to realize his unnecessarily rough tone of voice. He’s too preoccupied with getting this interaction with you out of the way so he can’t embarrass himself like he did when meeting you any further.
Great job, Thor.
He scoops the soup into the bowl, quite messily due to his shaking hands. However, you, along with every other person in the room (except Erik) mistake his vigor as something with malicious intent as payback for whatever you’ve done to offend the man.
Barnes hasn’t looked away from you this entire time, his heart breaking at the deflated look on your face. He becomes even more confused when Thor marches over and forcefully sets the bowl in front of you, who flinches slightly at the drops that splash out and hit the table.
Wide eyes and irate expressions fill the room, all of which you ignore as you stand. “I think I’ll eat in my room tonight.”
“That’s really not necessary,” Rogers attempts to assure, standing as well with a kind outstretch of the hand. “Why doesn’t everyone just––”
“No, it’s alright, sir,” you nod, quickly grabbing your bowl of soup and a nearby spoon. “I have some work to finish typing up anyway.”
And just like that, you’re gone before anyone else could try and convince you to stay. The rest of dinner is silent for the most part, not even Pietro having anything to lighten the mood with.
Only Wilson, Erik, and Barnes notice how little M.T. Rogers eats at dinner tonight, but they don’t say anything about it. Thor doesn’t each much either, mentally preparing himself for the one-on-one meeting he already knows he’s going to have in Rogers’ office later on tonight.
It’s only an hour later that Erik finds the time to check on you.
You’re too busy wiping your eyes to notice when he eases open your door. Erik stares with sad eyes at the way you’re curled into yourself. After a few moments, you still don’t move. Erik sighs.
“Did you know that there used to be dinosaurs here?”
You don’t respond to Erik’s question, busying yourself with picking at a loose thread on your thick sweatshirt. He smiles a little to himself before continuing.
“I know it sounds crazy, but it’s true. Millions of years ago, the piece of land we now call Antarctica was as hot as Melbourne, and it was inhabited by dinosaurs.” It takes a long second, but you finally look over at Erik with curious eyes. He celebrates the victory silently.
“There was no ice… no penguins. Just a bunch of forests and some big ass dinosaurs.”
“Really?”
Your question is quiet, voice slightly wobbly as you wipe away the last of your tears. Erik nods, closing the door and taking a gentle seat on the side of your bed. “Yeah. There are even fossils under all this ice that proves it.”
Erik lets his words sit with you for a moment, taking the chance to look around your room. His eyes run over the small trinkets of your personality scattered around the room.
A tiny portable radio sits next to a few CDs. (A few hits from Stevie Wonder, Fleetwood Mac, and Olivia-Newton John from what he could tell.) A print of Darth Vader on an old TIME magazine cover. A Rubik’s cube that’s a long way from being solved.
He doesn’t mention your unopened laptop. Or the now-cold bowl of should that sits on your desk.
“Can you tell me more facts about Antarctica?”
Erik looks at you before carefully scooting closer to where you are still scrunched up near the head of your bed. You don’t flinch when he moves, which he takes as an invitation to stay.
“On average, Antarctica is the windiest place on Earth,” he rattles off, and you huff out a laugh through your nose.
“I could have guessed that one,” you tell Erik,” I thought I was gonna get picked up and blown away if M’Baku wasn’t holding onto me on our way inside.”
A small laugh leaves the geologist, his smile working as the perfect distraction from Thor’s unexplainably cold attitude. “Another, please.”
Erik thinks before stating, “15,750 feet under the ice is a buried mountain range; the Gamburtsev Mountains, to be specific, and it stretches across the entire continent.”
As the geologist continues to oblige your request, a small spark of courage strikes your chest somewhere between Erik’s ramblings about the discovery of Antarctica and diamond dust. It’s probably the passion in his voice that draws you in close enough to touch his thigh with yours, or maybe something else you’re too inattentive to attempt to figure out.
Erik doesn’t realize how close the two of you are until he catches your warm gaze. Pausing his sentence surrounding how Antarctica can be classified as a desert, Erik turns to you with a sheepish smile.
“I started rambling, didn’t I?”
“Yeah, but I liked it,” you grin, bumping your shoulder with his. “Helped me feel better and I learned some new facts about Antarctica that I can trick the other guys into thinking I know all on my own.”
This pulls a chuckle from Erik, but your mentioning of the other men quickly reminds him of why he came to check on you in the first place.
“I feel like I should tell you that Thor isn’t usually like that,” Erik starts, almost stopping when he sees you deflate into the sad version of yourself he was met with when he arrived. “He only acts like that when he’s up in his head, worrying about something. It ain’t have nothing to do with you personally.”
While Erik’s words should be reassuring, they aren’t.
“I haven’t even spoken to the guy on more than three occasions, and he already hates me…” you laugh bitterly, nearly turning back to the loose string as an even more terrible thought pops into your head. “And, after today, I’m pretty sure he’s not the only one who doesn’t really like me.”
Erik’s eyebrows furrow at your sentence, and he finds himself turning to get a better look at you. “Huh? What are you talking about?”
You sigh, thinking back to the day’s earlier events. “Nothing, never mind.”
The pointed look you earn from Erik has you whining out another, “nothing, I swear. It’s just… apart from Thor, everyone has been really nice to me, but after tonight I can’t help but think they’re faking it. I mean, you saw how Thor was when we met, right?”
Erik nods, mind filling with the memory of a warm and flirty Thor.
“And then tonight, as you know, he was practically the complete opposite. He wouldn’t even look me in the eyes.”
“Not following, baby girl,” Erik breaths out, but you’re too overwhelmed to even notice the nickname. “Why would you think someone else doesn’t like you––”
“It’s not just someone else, it’s everyone,” you exclaim worriedly. “What if, for the entire time that I’ve been here, all of you were just pretending to be super kind because, instead of me applying for myself, Fury was the one that sent down my application? And now, not only do you not like me because I’ve intruded on the unit you all have got down here, but you have to fake actually liking me because you’re afraid I might run back a tattle-tale to our boss’ boss––”
“Hey.”
The word was short quiet, but commanding enough for you to stop. A second goes by before Erik breathes out a laugh with a shake of his head.
“You’re crazy, you know that?”
You furrow your eyebrows at Erik, unsure of what he means. “What?”
“I said you’re crazy and you wanna know why?”
A nod from you has Erik taking a long sigh. “I can wholeheartedly assure you that there isn’t a single dude down here that doesn’t like you. Trust me. Even Loki, which says a lot. Nobody’s faking that shit, I promise you that.”
Your eyes are wide and innocent as you look at Erik, a hint of relief in them as well.
“Really?”
“Hell yeah,” he nods, not noticing that he’s inching closer. “You’re obviously well equipped for the job, whether Fury was the one who sent in your papers or not. And you’re actually pleasant to be around. You’re helpful and attentive, which only makes everyone’s job easier.”
At this point, Erik’s voice has worked its way down to a horse rasp, and you’re hanging on to every letter. While your hands stand in your lap, they can’t help but fiddle with the bottom hem of your sweatshirt. You seem to be under some kind of spell as Erik continues, his lips now only a breath away from yours.
“Your presence is new and refreshing, in a way that makes people like you as soon as you step into the room. Everything about you shines with a light that brightens up this little hole in the ground that we gotta work in. Not to mention that… you’re beautiful, and, even in these big ass sweatshirts you wear, sexy as fuck.”
You don’t have the strength to look away from Erik’s face, and if you did it would only be to peek down at his lips.
“I don’t believe you,” you whisper back. It’s clearly a lie and not a good one, but the tension is clouding your judgment.
A short chuckle leaves Erik and you have to bite your lip to stop yourself from smiling.
“For real?” He questions and you shake your head. “Then can I show you?”
You don’t even pretend to think about your answer, quickly nodding at the request. A breath of chilly air fills up your chest when Erik delicately reaches under both your sweatshirt and undershirt, his cold fingers caressing the warmed skin.
“Can you lay back for me, baby?”
Erik keeps his hand on your stomach as you lean back onto your head, his dick twitching at how easily you obey. He looks over you with a bite of his lip, the sight of you stretched out for him even better than he could have imagined. His fingers fell like something close to feathers as they trail from under your shirt to the hem of your pants.
Your body forces you to inhale when he shuffles the material down your legs and peels off your socks, all the while never breaking the intense eye contact. A long shiver runs through you when the frosty air of the base envelopes your exposed skin, but it’s quickly dampened when Erik runs his large hands over your naked things.
A quiet hiss leaves you when Erik then removes your panties and he smirks at the sound. Your disrobed lips squeeze around nothing, clit jumping when Erik leys out the tiniest of groans.
“Damn,” he whispers, effectively bewitched at how the very middle of your pussy glistens, even in the dull light of the fluorescent bulbs that hang from the ceiling of your room. “Prettiest pussy I’ve seen in a long time.”
A tiny smile falls across your face at his words, the compliment causing you to clench again. Erik glances up at you one last time before taking the pad of his thumb and pressing it directly onto your clit.
Your mouth falls open at the feeling that shoots throughout your core, a heavy breath leaving you when he begins to circle his thumb. “Ah…”
“Look at you,” Erik grins, returning his other hand to your thigh. Pushing your legs open a little further, he teases, “I ain’t even done nothing yet, and you’re already squirming and shit.”
Your heart speeds up even more when Erik lowers his lips just outside your slit, pressing a gentle kiss onto the slick skin. His tongue then slides out of his mouth, wetly massaging one side of your clit while his thumb works the other side. Both of you moan when you grind your hips up into his mouth, Erik taking the reaction as a sign to keep going.
You whine when Erik removes his thumb, but he quickly makes up for it with a long, broad lick over your clit. Erik’s breaths are short and heavy as his mouth sinks into you, and he only pulls away to push the tip of his tongue inside you.
The moans that pour out of you bounce off the concrete walls surrounding you, your back arching and lifting from the mattress as his tongue speeds up.
“Right there,” you wail, Erik chuckling when he has to use a hand to press you back down. He continues pleasuring the same spot for a few more moments before pulling away. He takes a deep breath, eyes never leaving your soaking center.
“So fucking messy,” Erik admires, giving another sucking peck to your clit before taking one of his hands and running them up and down just outside your slit. “Fucking love it.”
Another long, waning moan leaves you when two thick fingers slowly push inside of you, Erik letting out a sound of his own at the noise your pussy makes. “Oh, my God.”
When his hand bottoms out, you can’t help but try to squirm away at the overwhelming feeling.
“Stay still for me, okay? Unless you want me to stop…”
A quick shake of your head has Erik laughing as he leans back down to circle your clit with his tongue. His fingers slide in and out of you easily, wet squelching noises signally just how wet he’s making you.
Erik’s tongue and fingers soon fall into a beautiful rhythm, the way your mewls and moans grow in volume proving how good it feels. You don’t remember when your hips begin to move back and forth, but you’re now fucking himself on his face and fingers.
The burn from his mustache and beard is the best kind and you don’t think you’ll ever get enough of the feeling.
“Doing so good for me,” Erik mumbles against your pussy, ignoring how hard he’s become at the sight and sounds of you. “So fucking good, baby.”
You groan at the praise, but don’t have the chance to respond before you’re cut off by Erik’s fingers finally grazing that special spot. Your mouth falls open in a silent scream as you attempt to grind on his fingers harder.
His name sounds something of a chant as it repeatedly falls from your lips, Erik falling in love with the way it sounds coming from you. He finds himself unable to contain his moans, especially when he feels your pull of his short locks.
“Fuck, yeah,” he growls out, your intense squeezing around him signaling that you are getting close.
“Please don’t stop,” you whimper out, involuntarily pushing his face deeper into your wetness. Erik obeys the command wordlessly, speeding both his tongue and fingers. Breath speeding and head thrown back, it’s the slight suction Erik creates with his mouth that finally pushes you over the edge.
The sounds that fill the room––moans from you and Erik, the smacking of his tongue and lips, the squelching––only inflate the rush of pleasure causing your entire body to jerk and shake. Erik finds himself having to hold back his own orgasm that threatens to leak out of him, wanting this moment to be only about you. Making you feel good.
“Shit, just like that, baby girl,” Erik whispers, the slowed movements of his fingers helping you ride out your high. “Fucking beautiful.”
It’s only when your breaths have slowed that Erik pulls his fingers out of your soaking pussy, A short gasp leaves your lips at the emptiness. You take a few more seconds to lie still, drunk on the floaty feeling that currently casts your body.
“Come here,” you whisper to Erik, who raises over you immediately. Your hands reach out to sit on both of his cheeks as you pull him into a wet kiss. Both of your tongues dance beautifully together, and you can’t find yourself to be bothered by the traces of yourself that still sit atop his tongue. Erik deepens the kiss and groans when he feels you reach down and squeeze his aching cock through his sweatpants.
“Nah,” Erik breathes out after pulling away from the kiss, “don’t worry about me. I’ll take care of that later. Right now’s about you, baby.”
You think for a moment before sighing, “fine. But you have to promise to let me make it up to you later.”
Erik’s voice gets caught in his chest when you don’t wait for an answer, instead grabbing the fingers that had previously been inside of you and sticking them into your mouth. Erik watches with hooded eyes are you suck off your juices, having to take a long breath when he feels your tongue ring back and forth around the digits.
You give him one last suck before letting go with a pop, giving him the most intense puppy dog eyes you can muster in your post-orgasm haze.
“Pretty please?”
Erik licks his lips, quietly whispering back, “fuck yeah. Just tell me when and where.”
You smile at his answer, giving him one last peck before laying back down on the bed. “Do you have any more weird facts about Antarctica?”
Erik grins.
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Summary: Frank Castle didn’t expect to end up in a HYDRA base when he followed a lead intended for the syndicates. He also didn’t expect to find you barely conscious and tortured within an inch of your life. His decision to save you at that moment led you to spend the next ten years rebuilding yourself from the ashes of your former life. Frank Castle, Billy Russo, and Matt Murdock aid you in your quest for retribution until your old life catches up with you.
Fandoms: Avengers, Marvel, MCU, The Punisher, Daredevil
Pairings: Female Reader x (Frank Castle, Billy Russo, Matt Murdock, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Pietro Maximoff)
Warnings:18+ ONLY SMUT CONTENT AHEAD. polyamorous relationships, reverse harem, blatant disregard for canon timelines and events, Punisher canon level of violence and gore, strong language, physical insecurities, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), voyeurism, some light choking
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This chapter was phenomenal!!! The hit at the bar was excellent and I love how we see her start out. Then of course Billy freaking Russo being hot as hell with that sex scene Frank watching on top of it. I swear I need a cold shower just from reading this. Absolutely one of my favorite series
Good afternoon, my lovelies! So, Pietro has been lacking in love on my blog, and I’m here to give him a little. I was going to make this smutty, but I was feeling more fluff on this one. But, if you have any smut requests, drop them in my inbox! (I accept all sorts of requests) I love y’all with all my heart and thanks for sticking around. Have a wonderful day xoxo
Description: You decided to have some relaxing time alone after having a terrible traing day with Natasha by taking a bath. Everything seems peaceful until your sassy, Sokovian boyfriend barges in.
After a long and hard day of intense training with Nat, you decided that you needed to unwind. You walked stiffly to the bathroom, the tenseness in your muscles already settling in. You reached down into the bathtub and turned on the water. The muscles in your lower back shouted with pain as you pulled yourself back up. Nat had handed you your ass today. The training session focused on everything she was good at: stealth, take downs, and sparring. You didn’t stand a chance against her, and both of you knew that.
As the tub began to fill with water, you threw some oils in to help soothe your sore body. You stripped yourself of your clothes agonizingly slow, grimacing at every slight movement that you made. Bruises were starting to surface all over your skin, and you hoped they would fade away fast. You couldn’t go to Tony’s party, which was in two days, covered in purple blotches. When the water was filled a little more than halfway, you let your bare body sink into the hot water. It stung your nerves a little bit, the heat turning your skin slightly red, but the oils and warmth released all the tension.
The lights were off, the only sources of light were the couple candles scattered around the bathroom. You had turned on a playlist that you always listened to when you needed to clear your head. You sunk a little deeper into the water, letting it envelope your body up to your neck. You sighed, looking out the window to gaze at the stars. It was a shame that the Tower wasn’t in a more isolated place, because then you would be able to see hundreds of stars and constellations. But in the heart of New York, that was never going to be possible. The moonlight lit your face, casting a soft glow over it. Just as you finally began to feel weightless, a pair of feet pounded against the tile, stopping next to the tub. The only person who would ever barge in on you bathing was the one, and your only, Pietro Maximoff.
You opened one of your eyes to look up at him, making no effort to cover up your visibly naked form. He had seen it countless times before, and you were completely comfortable around him.
“Yes, my love?” You inhaled deeply, preparing yourself for some sort of rant about Tony or Wanda. You sat up a little, so that you could see him better.
“Move forward, princessa.” He pulled off his tight shirt, revealing the toned six pack underneath it. You thought you saw a hint of lust in his eyes.
“Uh, uh. Nope, we’re not doing this right now. I had my ass kicked all day long and I just want to relax. Please, Pietro.” You had a sassy boyfriend, so the only way to get your way was to sass him right back.
“I do not want to do anything tonight. I just want to take a bath with you, F/N. You are not the only one who had a rough day.” His eyes dropped down, the tiredness in his face made your heart ache. Maybe you shouldn’t have snapped at him so quickly. Your hard expression softened into a concerned look, and you scooted forward, making room for your boyfriend. Once he was stripped completely, he stepped into the tub behind you, and sat down, putting each of his legs on either side of you. When he stopped fidgeting from trying to get comfortable, you moved back and leaned against his chest. He wrapped his arms around your body, and you tilted your head back, kissing him on the cheek.
“So, tell me what’s wrong, baby.” You whispered against his skin, looking up into his steel, blue eyes. He didn’t hesitate to confess his day to you. You were the only one who he ever was open about, and you were the only person, besides Wanda, who knew the real Pietro behind that smart ass facade. He began to tell you about how bad his training session went with Clint, and how he was never about to outrun Bucky. Apparently, every time he tried running past him, his vibranium arm would instantly stop the blue streak.
As he went on, you realized he was just having one of those bad days. You told him that tomorrow would be better, and to not be bitter towards either of the men. He grudgingly complied, holding you closer to him. Pietro kissed your temple, then rested his cheek against the top of your head.
“You know I’m not one to share, right? You’re lucky you’re going to walk unscathed from this. If it was anybody else, I would have knocked them on their asses by now.” You winked at him, a smile pulling onto your face.
“I guess that means I am special, no?” He gave you that signature smirk, and chuckled, tilting your head up with his index finger. He placed his lips against yours in a tender and gentle kiss. You pulled away, smiling up at him.
“I wouldn’t mind sharing the tub with you more often.” You bit your lip, a tinge of lust filling your eyes. You turned your upper body towards him and traced the scratches on his back that you had given him the night before when things got heated.
“But, just maybe you won’t leave unscathed next time.”
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Description: Basically, the four of us were on FaceTime and made multiple paper fortune tellers to help & have fun with our writers block. We let the answers choose important details for the story and let our creativity flow. These are our stories.
Summary: You co-own an interior design business with your friends in NYC. Of course it’s not always a walk in the park, but most of your clients are pretty easy going and know what they want. Wanda Maximoff is an example of the perfect client. Her twin brother, Pietro, on the other hand, it not. At least he’s nice to look at though.
You pull the clip from your hair, shaking it out as you walk down the hallway. Tony had let you know that he’d kept your room as it was before, saying something soppy about always knowing you would come back. That you had taken with a pinch of salt, especially judging by the melodramatic tone to his voice as he fake sobbed. And although Pietro’s bed was verycomfortable, as you had already found out, you had decided that staying the night in his room would raise a little too much suspicion. As Barton had taught you all those years ago, back when you had trained together, any relationship was one to be exploited by your enemies.
“Y/L/N.” A voice has you spinning round, lips curled into a painted smirk. Good thing you had reapplied your lipstick; the smudged red hadn’t quite carried across the polished appearance you wanted.
Rogers hesitated; mouth ajar as you tilted your head. Did you still render him speechless? Or was this just some newly-developed inability to properly articulate.
“Rogers?” You had been tempted to call him Steve, just to see his reaction. But you were no longer those people and sticking with surnames made everything a little less messy. No one could accuse you of leading him on if you were this impersonal.
“I wanted to check that, since we are now working together again, that our relationship will be strictly professional.”
You tilted your head, wiping an imaginary smear of lipstick from the edge of your lips. “I hadn’t expected anything to the contrary, Captain.”
Okay, you hadn’t been able to resist that one. The title was bound to raise some internal questioning; his affinity for it in the bedroom was hard to forget, and you were desperate to crack that hard exterior a little more. It was what he deserved, in all fairness. Despite your own little pretense, it had hurt to come back to see some SHIELD agent on his arm, with whatever the two of you had had brushed under the carpet. No, you hadn’t been official, but you were close enough to expect some sort of exclusivity.
“How’s Sharon?”
Rogers fidgeted, uncomfortable under your gaze, as he fought to keep his body language neutral. You hated that you could still read him so well. At least he seemed to harbour some feelings of guilt. He coughed. “We, uh, ended things a few months ago. Our work schedules didn’t coincide enough for it to work out.”
You pursed your lips. Interesting. “Oh, that’s so sad. You seemed like such a great couple, very… well suited.”
“Yes…” His voice trailed off, the conversation coming to an awkward end. He fidgeted with something in his pocket, clearly searching for either a way out or a means of continuing the conversation. You decided to put him out of his misery, smiling softly.
“Well, don’t worry about any unprofessionalism on my part, I’ve already made a start on contacting Manfredi.” You pulled your phone out of your pocket, and waved it at him as though it was some sort of irreproachable proof. “Although he seems to have disappeared into retirement. I was thinking of heading over to Howard’s old villa in LA; Tony hates the place but never found it in himself to sell it.”
Rogers frowned; suspicion etched into every line on that perfect skin. “I’m afraid that we cannot permit you to go alone.”
Permit. You had forgotten how formal he was, every inch a 40s gentleman. (Although he had really taken on board 21stcentury dating values with a fervour no one had expected.) It had been sweet, now it was just amusingly ironic.
To go alone though? That’s where the issue must lie. Your painted lips twitched into a barely suppressed smirk, Rogers’ jaw clenching in reaction. “Oh, I would never even dream of it. Tony has already cleared it with Director Fury and booked tickets. Of course, you are welcome to come along as long as there will be no tiffs between you and Tony.”
The mere suggestion of Tony usurping his prized position of team captain has the vein popping on his forehead. It pulsed as he inhaled deeply, a dark looking flashing in his eyes. Rogers scowling brought back unpleasant memories of screaming in the hallways and furious fights in the days after finding out about his one-sided decision to break up. Somehow the letter he must have sent never arrived; that was the only way you could excuse his not-quite-cheating-but-still-morally-dubious new relationship.
“I’ll contact Romanoff about heading the team while we’re away. Draw up the plan and have it on my desk by this evening.”
His posture was stiff, back unnaturally straight. Was that a side effect of the super soldier serum, or just the 40s thing about mannerisms and the ‘way one should hold themselves’? That finishing school you had attended for a term had tried to drill that into you by forcing you to wear a strange iron contraption; maybe that had been typical in the 40s. It wouldn’t have surprised you to learn that Rogers, as a sickly weedy boy, had needed it to sort out some scoliosis or another back issue, and had never unlearnt the posture.
You nodded. “Yes, sir.”
Satisfied by his shaky inhale, you gave him a little wave goodbye before turning on your heel and heading back in the direction of your room. Hopefully there would be no more unwelcome conversations with bitter ex-teammates (or well ex-but-now-teammates-again) in your two minute walk to your door.
The elevator dinged, doors sliding open to reveal exactly what you had hoped to avoid. Some kind of fucking intervention.
“Barton, Romanoff, Banner.” You straightened, smiling politely as you stepped in. They took a literalstepback, leaning out of the way as you pressed your floor number, and you struggled to keep you grin under control. God, it was as if you had some sort of plague.
The elevator remained silent.
Was it too much to make some inane comment about hoping to work well together and looking forward to fighting by each other’s sides again?
Probably. And you really didn’t fancy pissing off two sometimes very scary assassins and a man that turned into an angry green thing. Although you and the Hulk had ended up quite close the last time you were around. Maybe he still liked you; another ally in this ‘sea of mistrust’. Mm, that was really quite poetic – Tony would love it. Something to chuck into one of those speeches he regularly made to the public to assure them of the necessity of superheroes.
You slipped your lipstick out of your clutch, reapplying it to your pout as you admired your reflection sliding out of sight. Thor stepped in, grimacing as he caught sight of you. Ouch. You reaffixed your polite smile, feeling it begin to wilt under the pressure of four glares.
Ooh, good. Your floor was next.
“Lovely seeing you all.” You dropped the smile as soon as you had turned away from them, wrinkling your nose. Ugh. They weren’t even trying, and it was hardly as if you were completely in the wrong.
Your door finally drew within sight. You could just imagine the warm shower with that insane pressure which managed to somehow soothe every muscle, and your wardrobe of clothes that you really had missed.
A cough behind you drew your attention, and you sped up. Yes it was childish to walk away from whoever was seeking you out, but you just wanted that nice long shower, maybe a nap, before you had to face everyone again at Tony’s mandated team-bonding dinner. Apparently it was something that they did with every new teammate, and repeated weekly. You had tried to argue that you were hardly new, and that you weren’t a big fan of fostering animosity, but there had been no convincing Tony.
“Y/N.”
You pursed your lips, twisting them upwards into your best impression of a smile. This was so unfair. You had been mere seconds away from opening it and kissing the ground in thanks for avoiding another interaction with one of the many people in this Tower who hated you. “Wanda.”
“I had thought you were dead.” The witch drew closer, fingers crackling scarlet as she stalked towards.
“Don’t you mean hoped?”
She laughed, a horrible cackle that really just cemented your image of her as that wicked witch in the stories your mother used to scare you with. “I’m glad we’re not pretending to be friends.”
Right. Because she had been trying in the first place.
A dull pressure mounted against your temples, and you grimaced. “Still trying to get in my head?”
“I will break down those walls at some point. And I will reallyenjoy finding what’s behind them.”
Good to know she was still struggling with whatever natural barrier you had to your power. It was what had allowed you to get so close to the Maximoff twins while undercover, a genetic aid that you hadn’t counted on but quickly rose you to the top ranks of the facility.
“I’m worried it’ll be a little too raunchy for that pure mind of yours. I mean, a robot is bound to be a little bland in bed, ĉ?
She clenched her jaw at the slight at her relationship and the sound of her own language, red haze growing larger. Hm, she had grown more powerful since the last time you had seen her. It was now impressive, rather than merely a parlour trick using nightmares.
“Hey, hey, hey, mali myš.” Pietro placed a hand on Wanda’s shoulder, appearing between the two of you in a flash of blue.
He furrowed his brows, eyes disappointed as he turned to face you. You shrugged in response. In all honesty, you had just wanted to get to your room. Yes, you had antagonised her. But she had started the conversation.
He turned back to his sister. “Come on, Tasha wanted to speak to you.”
You frowned at the nickname for Romanoff. No, jealousy was irrational, it wasn’t as if he was yours. You let out a bitter sigh as he disappeared with his sister, the disappointed look etched into your brain. He had always wanted the two of you to get along, but you always just ended up riling each other up.
Pietro blamed you, knowing his sister inside and out helped to show that your “arrogance” was exactly what had destroyed any blossoming seeds of a positive relationship. You preferred to call it a façade to disguise any weaknesses to potential enemies. He had sighed at the poor attempt at humour, and the conversation had ended there.
You had a funny feeling he would be wanting to rehash it.
Summary: Wanda hits you hard in the heartstrings with her new reality
Pairing: there isn’t exactly one??? I guess platonic!wanda x reader, platonic!monica x reader, a little Pietro x reader
Warnings: Mentions of death, reader gets restrained at one point, kinda sad lol
AN: just letting you guys know that I’m POTENTIALLY changing the layout of my intro to stories a little, as you can see NO MORE BANNER!! it was just getting to be a big hassle switching devices and with storage so I’m changing it up a bit but let me know if you do prefer it the old way or have suggestions to make it better!!!! I love you guys!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“Everybody, shut up! Darcy, what’s happening?!” You demand, leaning over her shoulder towards the monitor.
“I’m not sure. She seems almost confused? That shouldn’t happen for the writer of the show should it?” She asks, staring down the screen just as much as you.
You watch carefully as Wanda opens the door, shaking your head slowly to answer the question. “I don’t understand, why doesn’t Wanda know what’s going on?!” You ask, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
“I don’t know! She should know what’s happening in her own show, shouldn’t she?” Darcy sighs, staring down the screen.
But then, the head of silver hair is clear across the screen. Your breath hitches in your throat and your eyes widen.
“She didn’t- she couldn’t have gone back for his body- not after so long.” You say, tears filling your eyes.
“Who?” Darcy asks, looking slightly confused.
Before you can answer, a face is put to the hair. You feel your fists clench in anger.
“Holy shit! She recast Pietro!” Darcy exclaims, trying to zoom in on the face.
You take a couple deep breaths, trying to keep your cool but watching her embrace him as though he really is Pietro, YOUR Pietro is too much. You let out a small cry and turn away from the screen, your powers starting to take control.
You notice your hands glowing the familiar violet shade and you make your way out of the lab as quick as possible, shoving past everyone and racing outside. You let yourself collapse into the grass of the surveillance field, tears running down your cheeks. As soon as your hands touch the ground, a blast of energy goes with them, shattering several vehicle windows and probably some lab equipment and nearly knocking over several of the army level vehicles in the near vicinity.
“Y/l/n, calm yourself down. You can’t help anyone if you don’t control your emotions.” A male voice calls out.
“Leave me alone Hayward.” You breath, eyes still closed, your voice a tone of warning.
“I’m not gonna do that y/n, you’re a member of this team and we need you capable of working.” He says, inching closer.
“I don’t care! Leave Wanda to do as she pleases with her husband and their kids for all I care! But she does NOT get to forget the real Pietro. She does NOT get to act like recasting him like some character is bringing him back!” You cry, glaring over at him from the ground.
“She’s holding a town of at least 3000 people hostage in there y/l/n, we have bigger problems than just her brother.” He sighs, moving even closer.
“That is NOT her brother! That is a look alike, he is not Pietro and never will be!” You scream, a blast of your powers taking over again. Hayward is knocked easily to the ground and so are several stations of the base.
Suddenly you feel a prick in your arm. You look down and see a small dart there, implanted in your skin. As you go to rip it out, you fall over and everything goes black.
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“Let me go!” You scream, yanking on the restraints against your arms. Hayward sighs, running a hand through his hair tiredly.
“You could’ve killed me and everyone on this base with that blast of power y/l/n. This is for everyone’s safety, including your own.” He explains but you merely glare in response.
“Director Hayward, you’re needed in the lab.” Some woman says as she enters the room. He nods and steps out, ignoring your cries of protest.
“Y/l/n please calm down.” A soft voice says as they enter the room. You look over to see Monica standing there, cautiously entering.
“Captain Rambeau, I’m restrained for a reason. I can’t hurt anyone with these on. You can come in.” You mutter dryly.
“Thank you.” She says, coming to sit next to you. You blink at her, not wanting to be the first to speak.
“What was the freak out over there all about?” She finally asks. You sigh, looking away and letting a curtain of your y/h/c hair cover the side of your face to shield from her piercing gaze.
“I was an Avenger, I’m not sure if you knew that.” You start and Monica nods to show she did. “Well, when ultron came along I was around the same age as the twins, about 17 or so. Still a kid. The rest of the team didn’t want me there, they didn’t want me getting hurt or killed or something. But I insisted on going. Fury allowed it because I’m useful in some situations, as I’m sure you can tell by now.” You continue, glancing down at your hands for emphasis.
“My powers are from the same experimentation as the twins but mine were forced on me. They knew I was like a kid to some of the avengers and HYDRA took advantage of that. They kidnapped me while I was on my way home from school and they experimented on me, tortured me and changed me over the course of a year or two. That’s why I was on that mission. To get rid of them for what they’ve done.” You explain, biting your lip at the memories.
“Wanda stuck with Ultrons plan and with him for the most part. But when Pietro found out about me he got really curious. He came to our base looking for me. He didn’t care what everyone else on the team thought, he said he just felt like he had to know me. And he got to know me too. I told him how my powers are a more train wreck like version of Wandas because I wasn’t in the experimentation willingly, how sometimes I get bits of his powers in moments of anger. It’s odd but it’s true. He was fascinated. He flirted, I tried to a little bit.” You say, smiling softly at the thought of his smirk.
“And we really quickly fell in love. It was essentially like love at first sight. He called me his princessa and he would tell me things would be ok when he sensed I was scared. It got a little hard while they were still teamed up with Ultron but when his sister finally came around, he was glad to be able to be us more often. Wanda of course didn’t really approve, she thought he was being seduced for the sole purpose of getting him on our side. But we didn’t care. We still cuddled together and held hands and spent every moment together, even if she was around. It was almost like there was no one else in the world but us.” You giggle quietly, the image of him speeding around you to make you dizzy just so he could hold you still etched clearly in your mind.
“Then, when Ultron took Nat, it turned to chaos. Everyone was trying to find her, to find him, to find out his plan. We got separated, so did he and Wanda. They’d always taken care of each other so I know it was difficult for him. But then in the chaos, he had to be a hero. He went back to help save that kid. And he was killed because of it.” You sigh, staring down at your hands as a small flicker of purple flashes on your finger tips.
“Oh y/n… I had no idea.” Monica says remorsefully. You shrug it off, trying to play it cool.
“It’s fine. No one did really. It was just between us and the other Avengers. It wasn’t a publicity thing, it was a love thing.” You sigh, smiling sadly in her direction.
“But that’s why I freaked out. She replaced Pietro, the love of my life and her brother, with a look alike and acted like it was no big deal. That hurts me, Monica. It burns right in my heart.” You explain. She nods, obviously understanding what you mean.
She looks around and grabs something from the drawer of the nightstand across the room.
“What’re you-.” You start but she shushes you, coming over and using the key in her hand to undo the restraints.
“Monica that’s a bad idea. I’m not in my right mind-.” You start again but she shakes her head.
“You’re grieving. And it’s not like you have a town of 3000 people at your disposal. You just need to keep taking deep breaths.” She explains.
“You’re right. Thank you.” You say, quickly wrapping your arms around her in a hug.
“Did you guys have any luck identifying the phoney Pietro yet?” You ask as you stand up, wanting nothing more than to slap the red headed witch. You knew this was how she was coping but it was getting way too far.
“No. It’s like he doesn’t exist in the real world. Wanda couldn’t have made him out of thin air though so it’s strange.” She sighs, looking puzzled.
“Everything about Wanda Maximoff is strange.” You grumble.
“She could probably say the same about you.” Monica laughs with a shrug.
You just shake your head, biting your lip again. “No, my powers have differences to hers. She can clearly morph and alter reality, I merely have a strong telekinesis ability because of it. Wanda… Wanda is something else.”
The two of you find Darcy and Jimmy in a group meeting where Hayward is going on a mini tangent. When he sees you, he starts to freak out.
“Do you know how dangerous it is to let her out?! She was in hysterics not even an hour ago!” He demands, storming over and grabbing you harshly by the wrist, trying to pull you back out into the hall.
“Director, I wouldn’t grab a person who was “just in hysterics” so harshly if I were you, it seems rather stupid.” You growl, yanking your hand away.
“Besides, I can keep myself in check if it means getting Wanda out safely. She’s created this world as a form of escapism, it’s just gotten too far. Believe me, Wanda killed Ultron because he wanted to destroy the human world. She isn’t a typically violent person. This is grief.” You explain, walking away from the speechless man and stopping at the computer screen, watching Wanda greet the imposter Pietro again.
“You are here as a tool in case she does get violent, you don’t have the clearance to engage with the research portion.” He shouts, clearly getting fed up with it.
“Fine. You don’t want me to look at what you’re actually trying to do? Then let me engage with Wanda. I can get through to her in a way you know you can’t. I want to go in, and you cannot stop me.” You challenge, standing again and storming out, walking in bold steps towards the Hex’s barrier.
Hayward chases after you, yelling orders and eventually profanities, Darcy is close behind him followed by Monica and Jimmy, all three of which are shouting their worries and warnings but you don’t stop. The rage in your body has taken the reigns and is walking you closer until you’re right at the edge, hand to the red screenlike wall, pushing forward against the pressure of the altered reality.
Without a second thought, you walk through into Wanda’s sitcom-like dream world.
Summary- Pietro Maximoff’s girlfriend is a baker, she lives with the avengers but isn’t one, she is trying her best to balance living with her boyfriend’s team and owning her bakery at the same time.
Both you and Pietro laid in your large shared bed, it was around three in the afternoon but yesterday was your Mother’s funeral and everyone understood why you wanted to stay in bed.
You remember yesterday, crying over your Mother’s body, your Aunt was there and stayed by your side the whole time. You didn’t know what to do, your Mother was well your mom and she had just called you a week ago to come visit her. You couldn’t even tell something was wrong with her on the phone, your whole family was there, and the Avengers since now they too were your family.
Everybody came up to you and said how sorry they were, you had gotten tired of hearing that by the end of the day. Pietro had stayed with you and your Aunt the whole day, holding your hand. Both you and your Aunt held each other standing beside your Mother’s coffin, everything was set up fast for the funeral because your Mother had known what was happening, she knew she was gonna pass soon.
You didn’t understand why she hadn’t told you or you Aunt, but you knew your Mom and she wouldn’t want you to just lay around and be upset because of her. So you got up and changed into some comfy clothes, you grabbed Piet’s hand and pulled him up off the bed and both of you walked down to the elevator and got on.
It seemed you had needed Wanda yesterday also, even though with everything that was happening she was still one of your closest friends. So you didn’t fight when she pulled you into a hug yesterday morning or when she held your hand while listening to everyone talk about how good your Mother was. She was there and told you that you could do it when you had got called on to give a speech about your Mom.
But it did hurt when you saw Liz and Bella walk threw the doors hand in hand together. The warm smile Bella gave you and the sadness in Liz’s eyes when you looked at the two holding hands and gave a frown to her. But still you hugged both Bella and Liz, the latter giving you a whispered “I’m sorry”.
Once you made it to the living room, you saw Steve and Sam. “Hey guys!”You said, they both looked at you surprised that you were even up, you asked them if they wanted anything for dinner. “Y/N you don-”You interrupted Steve with a “Yes or No, Stevie?”You asked smiling, “Yes, please Y/N!”He said his smile was warm and something that made you smile even wider.
You quickly well walked super fast to the kitchen, you luckily went shopping three days ago. So you grabbed something simple which was grilled cheese, you had finished it quickly and set everyone’s plates on the table. After calling everybody in and they sat down you thought back to when to when you were 17.
-Flashback Y/N is 17-
“Y/N!” You heard your mother yell your name, “Yeah?”You asked while looking at the menu of the small coffee shop in your local bookstore, “So is baking what you really want to do?”She asked softly.
“Mom, yes I swear this is what I want to do.”You told her, you had been working as a cashier at your local bookstore to save money to open your own bakery, of course you wanted to bake for a living.
-End of flashback-
Finally a smile made its way on your face the first real one since yesterday. Piet who was sitting to your right squeezed your hand, you looked up to him and lay your head on his shoulder. For once today you felt happy, staring at your friends chatting while eating their grilled cheese.
You wanted to talk to Wanda, even after everything she was still your bestfriend and you needed her, so you told your friends you would be right back. You clicked the button for Wanda and Nat’s floor, once it stopped you practically ran to Wanda’s room.
??? POV:
“It’s gonna shatter her, you know this right?”I told my husband, “Of course it will, this will be the last straw, and she will break down and Pietro will most likely leave her and we can take him back.”He smiled huge at me while pulling me close by the hip.
Y/N POV:
You wouldn’t believe your eyes, maybe you were dreaming? I mean having a good day after your mother’s funeral? It just didn’t seem real, you had just lost her now this?!
“No no no…please be okay please!!!”You screamed running over to Wanda, who was sprawled out onto the floor outside of the elevator doors. She was freezing, but you had just seen her down stairs? What had happened, “Wanda please! I can’t lose you neither can Piet! Friday call the team now!”You screamed out.
-Three days later-
It had been three days since you had found Wanda on the floor, freezing and not breathing, she had been put in the bedroom beside Bruce’s. Still nobody was sure what had happened to her. Both you had Pietro had been by her side since you found her, there was so many tubes and everything hooked to her, keeping her alive, it seemed unreal to you.
Wanda was your bestfriend, even after what she had done, she was the reason for you and Piet getting together in the first place. She saw something in both of you, something that made you perfect for each other.
You had fallen asleep with your head on her bed, holding her hand, you shot up when someone touched your shoulder “So this is it Y/N? Finally you know how I felt when my husband was almost taken from me! I knew Wanda getting hurt would punish you more than Pietro, considering Wanda would be able to get in his mind, and figure it out.” You let out a shaky breath when you turned around, “Did you do this? How could you I thought that we-”You yelled but were slapped into silence.
Can’t Help Falling - [Request] The reader gets frequent dizzy spells and one day she was helping decorate for Christmas by stringing lights/garland and suddenly gets very dizzy and falls over the bannister and Pietro manages to catch her right before she hits the floor
Baby, It’s Cold Outside - [Request] “You’re my new neighbor and we’ve never spoken but you saw me shoveling snow all day and i guess it must be pretty obvious how cold i am because you brought me a jacket and hot cocoa"
Hanging On - [Request]Fighting on the top of the Avengers tower with Pietro and the rest of the Avengers and you shield him from a barrage of bullets and then you’re pushed off the top of the tower and end up hurtling towards the ground and when you wake up you’re in intense pain because of the poison in the bullets and Pietro is helpless to do anything.
Sunshine:Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 -You and Pietro have a young daughter, Teya, who may possibly have powers but no one knows what they’ll be. You two are playing with her when you get called away for a mission. After that mission, nothing will ever be the same.
Talking Body - [Request:] Reader sees Pietro shirtless and she ran away blushing cause she has a huge crush on him and Pietro ran towards her and kissed her. Cute & fluffy
Take a Breath, Take a Chance - Imagine dancing with Pietro at Tony and Pepper’s wedding and having your first kiss.
Don’t Go- [Request] Imagine having the same powers as Pietro with an addition of accelerated healing and he loves you but you take his place and save Clint and the boy and he commends you for that but is angry you almost died
April Fools -Imagine Pietro’s first April Fools Day prank ending disastrously.
Knock You Down [Request]Reader is SUPER badass (like more than Nat) and pins someone (preferably Pietro) and makes fun of him? Like, “oops didn’t see u there” or “didn’t see that coming?”
