Requested: no Published: December 31st, 2021 Pairing: Established Peter Parker x Reader Prompt(s): none Warning(s): none Word count: 2k Author’s note: I’m obsessing over Andrew’s Spidey which is why I need to get all these ideas out of my system
You took a long look around yourself, catching breath with immense difficulty while among the scraper high building tops of the New York city skyline. Here at the peak, there was nothing but the East River and tinted windows to look at while your hair constantly whipped in your face. Your knees shook as you gripped the phone, crouching on the metal platform while you were cuffed against its railing. You had twisted and turned until your phone had somehow managed to fall to your ear.
“I, um,” you licked your dry lips and looked up and over your shoulder as if the flying man that had abducted you would show up and strangle you for good. Then turned to look ahead, whispering to not look down constantly into the dry air. The gaps in the platform were taunting as they revealed the bare bottom of the finest New York pavement. The pedestrians you knew were walking aimlessly over the very spot that could very well be your death bed should everything fall from beneath your sneaker clad feet. “Empire State Building?”
“How high?”
“Top high?”
“I’m on my way.”
The line went dead but you still kept the phone close to your ear as if his voice might penetrate through it again and give you the comfort you needed to not fall apart under preassure.
He was on his way, you kept telling yourself, picturing him swinging through the streets of New York to get you.
You pocketed the phone in your back pocket with a stifled groan, cursing at the sheer complexity of your situation while you stood on shaky feet with hands behind your back that howled in uncomfortable pain. Being snatched from a freaking restaurant was not on your days agenda. Being carried all the way to the top of Empire State and then leftthere, stranded and shaking, to fend for yourself while bound.
Thank goodness your data plan was solid.
Expensive, but solid.
The hairs on your neck rose, and you whipped your head around to look at the metal clad man before you. He had an eye missing, and now steel sat in its place, a result of whatever experiment he had done to himself to accomplish this new look. His hands shook with vibration, consequence of so much power brewing in them while his healthy russet eye beheld you there, tied and unmoving and so close to death. So close to falling to your demise.
You dared not to think about it.
“Hey there professor,” you willed your voice into cheerfulness, as you always did when you spoke to the man in class. Organic chemistry, he was teaching, and yet the only chemistry in his attire was the bright yellow liquid swimming in tubes attached to his arms. “How…how’s it going?”
He seethed and took a step closer. Dr. Edward Carlson, infamously known campus wide as Professor Combustion. Teaching at Columbia University. Now looking like a war criminal.
As if he heard your thoughts, fire escaped his fist.
Combustion indeed.
“Y/N,” you nodded against his words, stretching your lips into a humorless smile.
“That’s me,” you said in a sing-song voice, throwing a look at one of the building tops, eager to see a blotch of red and blue swinging your way.
You remember Peter’s words.
“Rule number one,” Peter told you, holding out a finger with his free hand. You both walked hand in hand through Columbia’s garden. “Stall.”
“Stall?” You repeated.
“Yeah,” he said simply, as if he said everything that needed to be said with just that one word had been revealed. “Like, if someone gets to you – which I will never let happen – you need to stall until I get there.”
“Stall with what? Pop culture random facts?”
Peter laughed, stumbling in his steps and halting you as well. You laughed lightly, “What?”
He shook his head and with a grin pulled you to him. “You’re adorable.”
“And deadly,” you added, feigning anger as you looked at him through your eyelashes, puffing out your cheeks while at it.
Peter’s hand cupped your cheek until you stood on your toes to let him kiss you. It was slow and steady, the kiss, filling you with warmth until your toes curled in your shoes. “You’re so deadly even I’m scared of you. And I’m Spiderman.”
“Hey professor,” you called out over your shoulder, listening to the scratching of metal against metal as he twisted and turned forward to assess you. “Right so…I…I don’t know why you’re doing this. Honestly sir, I’ve done nothing wrong. I mean, I did…but not to you sir. Like I’ve never done anything to-”
“Silence!”
Your bones stilled, but you pushed harder when you heard him walk away from you. When the sound of metal against metal became too far away. When you looked over your shoulder to see him preparing to ascend. To wreak havoc. “D-did you know sir,” you said with a light shout, and turned to the East River before his eyes could meet your own. “That they use real organs in Grey’s Anatomy. Like they’re actually real. Not real people organs per se, b-but like cow and stuff. I-I don’t know if they actually kill the cows – I mean I hope not – but like…fun fact! I know how much you love the show sir.”
Your laugh was pathetically weak.
But it came through.
“Really?”
Your heart galloped in your chest in a winning spirit. “Yes! Yes sir! One hundred percent legit. Actually-”
Awhoosh reasoned through the air, whipping your hair to the left and cutting off another pop culture reference. You released puffs of air to push the hair off your nose and eyes, hands tied behind your back and all. You vaguely heard Edward Carlson grunt before something detached itself from the Empire State building and fell right to the bottom that was so very far away. Your platform got the end of it, breaking and bending until you almost fell off.
You closed your eyes, feeling tears gather behind. Time passed where only the sound of falling debris made its way to your ears.
Then hands.
Strong hands grasping your shoulders and the metal that bounded you to the platform. “Peter?”
You watched his mask as he pushed his whole body against you, shielding you from the view you grew accustomed to. It was like a weight dropped from your chest now that there was something between you and the undeniable fear of falling. Peter wrapped his arms around your waist and arms, caging you in, protecting you as your chin rested on his shoulder and he grabbed the cuffs with both hands and finally ripped them apart.
Your sore wrists were freed, and you almost fell to your face.
Peter cupped your face in his hands, and barely, just barely could you make out the face beneath the mask. The familiar boy you adored. If only you hadn’t been so distracted by the howling wind and lack of air, perhaps then you could have seen the raging fear in his face. Peter pushed your hair from your face, “Ready?”
You nodded, “Yeah.”
Your voice was barely audible as you wrapped an arm around his shoulder, then another around his other. Legs came next and you made them a solid force around his waist. He gripped your thighs as he settled you better against him and even gave your bum a few taps.
You didn’t realize how you had deflated in relief upon his casual behavior. “Ready? Count for me.”
Taking a deep breath, you tightened your grip on him and said, “One-”
He leaped off the building. You didn’t wait until three, you recall screaming in his ear like a banshee, holding him in an unyielding grip as webs shot out of his wrists, attaching themselves to edifices, windows and rooftops and everything else you couldn’t catch under the speed.
“Where do you wanna go?” Peter asked you mid jump, holding your waist with one hand.
“Where do-” You breathed, “Idon'tknow! Home?”
“Home it is.” He took a sharp turn into a street, then slowly he began lowering the acceleration, easing his swings as you made your merry way to the familiar building. You watched the sidewalk beneath you.
“Y/N?”
“José?” You gaped at the elderly man that sat on the stairs in front of your building. He turned to stand up and open the door for you to walk through, but Peter was quicker than José was – good intentions and all – scaling the lamppost as he said cheerfully, “Thanks José but we’re gonna take the other way.”
“What other way? There is no other way.” You distantly heard the man say. Webs shot out to a balcony, then another one, and another until at last Peter grabbed your balcony and hauled you both over it. There you were, on the safety of your balcony and nowhere near Empire State Building.
You still didn’t let go.
Peter hugged your thighs with his arms and eased. “You can let go now.”
You shook your head and hugged him closer.
Your boyfriend sighed in good humor and asked, patting your backside. “Keys?”
“It’s unlocked,” you muttered into his shoulder.
You could feel him shake his head as he began walking toward the balcony door. He jiggled the lock and found it true to your words, unlocked. “You should start locking your doors Y/N.”
“Okay,” was all you said.
Peter’s strides toward your quaint, clustered kitchen were long and powerful. He settled you onto the counter with ease and pulled his mask off with a tug. “What was that?” You asked him, remembering how the metal wrapped the man like a gift, the sound it made, how fearful it made you be. “What happened to him?”
Peter came back from your bathroom with a first aid kit and only then did you realize that there was blood running down your temple. It pounded, the pain seizing you with every move of your head. You faltered when he pulled out bandages and antiseptic wipes and saw that he didn’t hesitate when ripping open the latter. “I don’t know,” he replied softly and pressed the wipe against the wound without a warning. Hissing, you willed your body not to move but with no avail. Peter grabbed your jaw softly and held your face so he could clean it, “Take it easy tiger.”
He too had shallow cuts along his face, you noticed from the corner of your eye. “You’re hurt.”
“I’ll heal,” he said simply, which was true and the only reason why you didn’t push further. “But you won’t which is why I gotta take care of you.”
“I can put a bandage on myself, thank you very much.”
Peter chuckled and patted your knee with his hand. You spread them wide so he could fit right between your legs, closing the gap between you so he had better access to the nasty, bloodied cut. Your heart pounded in your chest, but you couldn’t tell if it was from the leftover fear or his near proximity. “There we go,” your boyfriend clicked his tongue when the bandage finally covered the wound. “Good as new.”
“I bet,” you fixed your hair over it so that it wasn’t visible. The shakiness of your hands didn’t go unnoticed. His spidey sense made it easy for him to snatch your hands in his before you could pull them away.
“You’re shaking,” he observed, his thumbs brushing against your bloodied knuckles.
“Yeah, well,” you put on a bravado, “It’s not every day you’re tied up at the top of the Empire State building and left stranded.”
Despite the lightness in your tone, Peter visibly cringed. You leaned forward and kissed him. “It’s not your fault.”
“I should’ve gotten there sooner…”
“It’s okay Peter really, I’mokay.” You said softly and embraced him long and steady, your arms through his.
He melted into your touch like butter.
It was blissful seconds before you couldn’t help yourself, “You stink.”
“I do?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh no.”
“You need to take a shower.”
His eyes filled with mischief, “Wanna help?”
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Requested:no Published: December 31st, 2021 Pairing:Established Peter Parker x Reader Prompt(s):none Warning(s):just watch out if you haven’t seen the movie because this has majorspoilers Word count: 1.7k Author’s note:Lol this fic is sooo chaotic and I love it! Literally watched this movie two hours ago and am still in such shock. Anyhow I binged Andrew’s Spiderman movies in preparation for my cinema outing and fell in love with him. This is just a way for me to get it out of my system. The convo is all movie accurate because believe it or not I was able to find a cam version somewhere on the internet. ENJOY!
“How do I know Peter?” You repeated, “Peter Parker?”
Hands shaking against the wooden chair you were holding; you watched the two teenagers before you. One was curly haired and skinny, with mistrust swirling in her dark eyes. Obviously, she was overwhelmed by yourself, but she didn’t dare show it. MJ was her name. And the boy beside her, with a bizarre ring adorning half his hand and an emotionally very expressive face showed just how your presence messed with his coherence. How every step you took had him glancing at his grandma as if he might grab her and run away to safety. That was Ned.
The question was left unanswered in the pregnant silence, and the air buzzed with tension. You looked from one figure to the other, eyebrows rising more and more as time passed and no one spoke. The girl’s nostrils flared as she beheld you from the other side of the table, acting as if the wood was a protective barrier between her and the unknown.
Your bubble snapped when she reached for a fork on the table. “All right! All right!”
You gave them your palms, missing only a white flag to symbolize truce. “Peter…” You looked at them. Looked at them good. “Peter Parker…” His name was emphasized slowly, stretched out by your mouth so there was no way in hell they could mistake him. “Is my boyfriend.”
They gaped.
The girl ignored the cutlery and grabbed a bread roll instead, chucking it at your head.
She missed but barely. “What the hell was that for?!”
“For lying!” Ned said in her name and grabbed one for himself.
“No! No, no, no, no!”
He halted.
“I swear I’m not lying!” Why would you be lying? There was no reason to hide the fact that Peter Parker lived and breathed for you. That just yesterday, he had flowers waiting in his hands as he took you out to dinner. That a week ago, he took you swinging with him across New York.
“And why should we believe you?” MJ asked defensively. Your words bothered her a lot more than she let on. “You’re the one that attacked us in the middle of the freaking street!”
“Attacked?!” Your face was blanched white by shock, “Attacked? I-I didn't…”
“No, you attacked us.” Said the girl, shoving an accusing finger in your general direction. “L-like a lunatic!”
“Lunatic?” You repeated, bewildered. Then sighed in frustration, remembering at last how you had chased them half a block upon hearing them speak of Peter. One sentence with Peter Parker and Spiderman in it had you swinging at them. Because one moment you were in your room, at home and safe and then the next…
It felt as if you had entered a whole new world. Fear was undeniable.
“We know you’re lying.”
“What?”
Ned nodded proudly, his golden ring shining under the faint light. “Yeah, and you know how? You know how we know?”
You dared not to ask.
“BecausePeter,” he said the name as if he knew him as well as he did himself which couldn’t be possible because your boyfriend doesn’t have many friends that you don’t know. He doesn’t have many friends to begin with. “Is herboyfriend.”
Your mouth fell open.
Peter…
Peter is…
“―cheating on me?!”
You grabbed a bread roll on pure instinct and threw it at MJ. She grabbed another one and would have thrown it right back had the boy not grabbed her by the shoulder, acting as a buffer. “Lets all just take a deep breath.”
Deep breath your ass. You just found out your boyfriend was cheating on you in your least favorite sweater and jeans.
You were absolutely, positively feral.
“Peter told us to wait,” he quickly rattled on, nodding toward an ancient looking square frame of a sort. Your eyes followed his, albeit with a lot more fear, but still they travelled to the box, assessing and calculating.
“There’s a giant lizard out on the lose,” MJ stated, “I’m not taking any chances Ned. Not anymore. Not while-”
Her sentence lay unanswered. She bit the inside of her cheek and ran a shaky hand over her face as if her friend didn’t just reveal her to be another girlfriend of your boyfriend’s. You on the other hand completely and utterly lost every ounce of sanity. Lizard?
You knew only one lizard in your lifetime.
“Peter told me to wait,” MJ continued on, just now beginning to pace around the table. “But…I’m gonna do it.”
Ned sighed, swaying his hands in the air for emphasis. “I-I just wish…I just wish we could see him.”
Sparks crackled beside you, making you jump three steps back in fear. “What was that?”
“I-I…I don’t know?” Ned said, his answer like a question on its own.
“Ned…” Began MJ, “Do that again.”
He nodded quickly and moved his hands across his face with more emotion, repeating what the words that had just left his mouth. Then, just as the words travelled through the air, sparks lighted up the room, forming a circle. It was as if live electricity bent to the will of nature to comprise a portal for him, to open a pocket in the world you never even thought about. It disappeared, the circle, and the hairs on your neck rose. There was no time for you to fight MJ, or to scream your fear at them.
If they could bring Peter back with a single sentence.
You could strangle him all on your own.
“Just wish we could see Peter,” said Ned at last, forming a circle with his hand. The portal shaped itself until its inner part was a different place completely. An alley of some sort, you managed to make out, empty save for a dark figure that stood in its middle.
Ned’s grandmother gasped behind you.
You willed yourself not to breathe.
“Is that him?” MJ asked, “Peter? Hey Peter?”
Come here, they told him, and you watched the spider-like eyed man point a finger at his chest. His eyes travelled over both Ned and MJ, and it appeared to you that he did not recognize them. That this was something a lot bigger. That the possibility of a mistake could be…
The no doubt Spiderman finally spotted you and his body went absolutely rigid. Then just as you thought he would leave did he sprint toward you with speed that shocked you all. He raced through the open portal and landed himself straight into your arms.
The familiar smell of his skintight cloth filled your nostrils, and the easily recognizable muscular body molded itself against you until you almost lost yourself in the feeling. His strength was enough to make you rise from the ground to fully meet his arms. He even swayed you from side to side in a tight embrace he knew you loved. But then you remembered.
You pushed him off by wiggling and swung your leg at him, hitting his midriff the moment your feet met the floor. Peter jumped back in pure shock. “Ouch Y/N! What the hell?”
MJ and Ned’s mouth fell wide open when the voice that escaped the Spiderman was apparently not what they were looking for. Still, the revelation that had been revealed to you rang in your head like bells. “What the hell?” You repeated, “I’ll show you hell you little cheating weasel―”
Peter took off his mask with a clean tug.
Ned and MJ sprung to action immediately.
“No, no, no!”
“Wait, wait!”
You stopped mid-assault, lightning hard anger cracking in your eyes.
“That’s not Peter,” MJ said quickly, her hands out to calm you from afar.
You scrunched your brows, threw a look at your very-well-could-be-ex-boyfriend to make sure he was there, and looked back as if she were crazy. “What do you mean that’s not Peter?”
“Well―” She cringed at the complexity of the situation. Peter was a silent figure next to you, rubbing his ab clad stomach.
“What MJ’s tryna say is,” Ned quickly cut in. “That's…not her boyfriend.”
“But you justsaid―”
“IknowwhatIsaid!” Her voice was small and panicky. She continued her pacing.
“Y/N…” Peter spoke slowly, as if one word spoken differently was enough to enrage you. He pointed a red finger at them. “Whatever they told you is not true. I am not cheating on you. I would never do that to you, and you know it.”
You didn’t say anything.
“Babe?” He prompted, bringing your attention to him. You took note of his messy hair and almost brought out a hand to run through it.
“Then why did she―”
“I don’t know,” he said, “But I have an idea. You look adorable, by the way.”
You glared at him.
“Strain theory, multidimensional reality, matter displacement…all real?” He asked MJ and Ned.
The pair spoke a slow, incredulous yeah.
“Knew it.” Peter turned back to face you, taking your shaky hands in his gloved ones after he deemed you no threat. “What’s going on?” You asked him, truly fearful.
“I don’t know,” he admitted, and ran a finger across your cheek. “I just know it’s all wrong.”
“Yeah, no shit babe,” you said sarcastically.
Peter laughed and looked over at the two shocked teens. “She really believed you?”
“Yeah, but I mean,” MJ said, “I don’t really blame her. It’s all messed up.”
You nodded in agreement, grabbing hold of Peter’s upper arms tentatively as Ned and MJ focused on closing the portal. “I was so worried about you.” Your fingers tightened around him ever so tightly. “When I couldn’t find you―”
Peter looked as if he had melted right on the spot. He hooked a strong arm around your shoulders and neck and pulled you to him until you were flush against him and his Spandex attire. “I know, I know.”
You inhaled his scent, “What are we going to do?”
His lips grazed the top of your head, “I don’t know. But we’re going to figure it out.”
And you believed him.
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A/N: This was supposed to be part of a 5+1 in response to an ask prompt, but I’ve been stuck for…honestly I have no idea how long at this point, and I really want this one to see the light of day, so I’m posting it.
Summary: Peter is definitely out past his bedtime, but to be fair, babies are also definitely not supposed to be out in the dead of night…or in dark, spooky alleys.
It’s a slow night on patrol.
Peter is sitting atop a Subway, his legs hanging over the edge, and he’s just finished munching on a complimentary six-inch. He stands, stretches, and shoots his balled up trash in to the large silver can below him before hopping to the ground, opting to walk in the shadows instead of webbing so that his food can settle.
It’s very early in the morning (or late at night, depending on how you look at it); it’s low traffic hours, so for once, Peter is able to navigate his own city as Spider-Man with ease. Every once in a while, he passes a pair or a group of partygoers, slurred exclamations of “Spider-Bro!” and “Wow, Spider-Man!” making his cheeks burn with pride. He’s just fist-bumping an especially enthusiastic passerby when a new sound reaches his ears.
The cries of a baby definitely aren’t novel sounds to Peter, especially around bedtime in New York, but something about these cries are wrong, aside from the fact that it’s almost 1 in the morning. They seem raw, desperate, even.
Following his ears, Peter comes to the mouth of an alleyway. He listens for a moment more before slowly inching his way into the darkness.
“Hey, Karen,” Peter mumbles. “Do we have night vision?”
“Of course, Peter.”
Instantly, the small space is lit up in a strange, fluorescent green that Peter has seen on numerous ghost-hunting shows.
“Seriously? Green? I feel like I’m on ‘Ghost Hunters.’”
“I believe that was the intended effect. Mr. Stark was aware of your television preferences.”
Peter smiles a bit, but it melts when he realizes where the cries are coming from. Peter carefully steps toward a large dumpster and hoists himself up; a dark blue infant car seat sits on top of a pile of full black garbage bags. Peter quickly dives over the edge of the large bin and wades toward the source of the continuous cries until he’s able to lift the blanket draped over the handle; the smallest baby Peter has ever seen lays swaddled inside. The tiny human’s face is so wrinkly and pinched that even Peter can tell it’s the closest to a newborn you can get without being in a hospital. Peter feels his stomach turn over when reality sets in: someone probably abandoned this baby here. The night vision just picks up the tear tracks on the baby’s cheeks, and Peter’s heart clenches.
“Karen, can you scan the baby for injuries?”
“She appears to be unharmed, Peter, but her body temperature is low. Considering she is a newborn, I suggest skin-to-skin contact if possible.”
“Oh….” Peter considers for a moment. “I have my Midtown hoodie. It’s pretty thick.” He knows his backpack is webbed up behind the aforementioned Subway, about fifteen minutes away, but he knows he can’t leave the baby behind. “You said skin-to-skin, right, Karen?”
“Yes, Peter.”
“Okay, Babygirl, we’re gonna get you warm.” Peter hits the spider logo in the center of his suit, and it becomes lose all around him. He slips out of the top half of his uniform and reaches into the car seat; he carefully brings the squirming infant against his chest and grits his teeth when she cries louder at the movement and harsh cold. He holds the surprisingly light little body with one arm and then the other as he slips them back into his sleeves. He presses the little spider again, and the suit becomes form-fitting around them. “Hey, Karen, can you loosen the suit around Babygirl?”
Immediately, the pressure against his chest lessens, and he cradles the little one there, shivering at how cold she is against his warm skin.
“Can you put the heater on low, Karen? Don’t want to hurt her.”
His suit is instantly less warm than normal, and Peter hugs Babygirl close. She’s still crying, so he tries to bounce her a bit, like he’d seen on countless T.V. shows.
“She’s probably hungry, huh, Karen?”
“Most likely.”
“Mmmhmm…Is there like a shelter or something nearby?”
“May I suggest a hospital?”
Peter smacks his forehead. “Duh. Get me directions to the closest one with a 24 hour emergency room.”
“Done. Directions starting.”
Peter grabs the carrier and sets off under Karen’s direction. It’s an hour journey on foot, but Peter would rather not risk upsetting the baby more than has already been done.
As they’re walking, Peter tries to keep Babygirl as steady as possible, running a hand over her head over and over, cupping the infant to him as he silently pleads for her to calm down.
“Karen, what calms babies down?”
“Top results include: feeding.”
“Can’t do that.”
“Diaper changes.”
“Also can’t do that.”
“Pacifiers.”
“Didn’t see one.”
“Rocking.”
“Limited ability right now.”
“And singing.”
“If I do that, she’ll scream.” Peter snorts.
“Why is that, Peter?”
“Let’s just say I’m not the best singer.”
May may not be his biological aunt, but he definitely inherited his tone deafness from her by proxy.
“You don’t have to be. Just the sound of a voice can be comforting. Studies show that babies are calmed by hearing familiar voices talking, but singing has been shown to be even more effective.”
“What about humming?”
“Close enough.”
“Hmmm…this is weird, Karen, but I have ‘Bella Notte’ from Lady and the Tramp stuck in my head right now.”
“I can play that quietly for you, if you want.”
“That works.”
The opening accordion notes of the Disney classic play quietly around them, and Peter smiles. “I’ve always loved this song. There’s just something about it.”
“Are you going to sing along, Peter?”
“I already told you I’m awful, Karen.”
“You can still hum. The vibrations might be soothing for Babygirl.”
“I guess-hey, Bella. I’ll call her Bella. That’s nicer than Babygirl.”
“Bella is a nice name. It means ‘beautiful.’”
“I like it. Bella Notte…” Peter takes a deep breath and silently resigns himself to humming for Bella’s sake.
The baby has quieted down quite a bit by the time the hospital comes into view, and Peter has literally memorized “Bella Notte” as it plays for the 20th time.
The ER only has a few scattered patrons when they arrive, and thankfully, none of them really acknowledge the strange pair. “Karen, voice disguise.” Peter whispers as he crosses into the reception area.
“Uh, hi. I’m, uh-”
“Carrying a baby in your shirt?” The receptionist is terse but smiling just a bit as Peter fumbles with the carrier.
“Uh, yeah. I found her abandoned in an alley.”
“Oh, dear.” The woman clicks her tongue and picks up her phone. “Katie,” She sighs after a few moments. “Can you come to my desk please? An infant. Yup. Thank you.” She smiles softly at him this time. “One of our pediatric nurses is coming. There is a single bathroom back here if you you want to take her out…privately.”
“Oh, thank you so much.” Peter tentatively rounds the desk and nods when the receptionist, Patricia, her nametag says, lets him in the locked door.
In the privacy of the one-person restroom, Peter rips off his mask and sags against the wall, breathing deeply and unevenly as he tries to get his bearings. He can’t believe he walked all the way here with a tiny baby in his suit. He presses the logo and carefully extracts her, immediately bundling her in the blanket he’d found her under. He realizes in the light that she’s only wearing a dirty white onesie, and he feels tears spring to his eyes.
“Don’t worry, Bella.” Peter coos softly, his voice breaking as he really looks over her scrunched up face for the first time. “You’re safe now.”
Before he can think, he places a featherlight kiss on her little forehead, and his heart flutters. He clenches his eyes against the tears welling there as she whimpers in his arms, exhausted from crying for who knows how long. The boy stares at the baby for a few more moments before sighing deeply and pulling his mask back over his tired features.
Peter keeps the baby cradled to him with one arm and carries the car seat with the other; he carefully opens the bathroom door and inches out into the employee area behind the reception desk. A young woman with a brown ponytail and soft hazel eyes catches his gaze and gives him a small wave; she pushes off of the table she’s leaned against and meets him halfway.
“Hi, Spider-Man.” Her voice is like tinkling bells. “Pat says you have a visitor for me?”
“Yeah….I don’t know her name, so I’ve been calling her Bella.”
“That works for now.” Katie smiles and reaches out. “Mind if I take her off your hands?”
“Oh, yeah, of course.” Peter hesitates and looks down at Bella, his eyes filling again, and he feels himself blush. He looks back up at Katie but subconsciously pulls the baby closer.
“You can hug her good-bye if you want,” Katie offers softly, gently pulling the carrier from his arm. “I’ll be right out front with Pat when you’re ready.”
“Okay. Thank you, Katie.”
The young nurse smiles and leaves quietly.
Peter looks down at Bella, his view of her distorted through tears. “You’re gonna be okay now, Bella. Katie and Pat will take good care of you.” Peter swallows thickly and places her laterally against his chest, bouncing her gently to comfort both of them, if he’s honest. He squeezes her against him and brings his head to rest on top of hers. “This is so weird. I only met you like an hour ago, but…I love you so much, Bella.” Peter sighs and sniffs before straightening up; he continues slightly rocking Bella as he walks toward Katie and Pat, the former continually smiling at him as he hands the tiny bundle over.
“She’ll be okay. Thank you for bringing her to us.” Katie pats his shoulder and holds an arm out. Peter is taken aback for a second until he really looks at her, sees the lines in her face and bags under her eyes. She suddenly reminds him of May, the desire to help and love so evident in every part of her, and he steps into her embrace. Katie squeezes him lightly and rubs a hand over his back. Peter breathes shakily, and she squeezes again before pulling away. “You’ll both be okay,” Katie promises.
“Why…was she abandoned?”
Katie’s eyes turn down at the corners. “Any number of scenarios for why, but Pat told me you found her in an alley.”
“In…a dumpster.” Peter chokes out.
“Sadly, not the first time we’ve heard of that, but she’s definitely better off now that she’s here. Our social worker specializes in infant care, so she’ll find a good foster family for her.” Katie pats his back one more time before holding Bella close to her; she runs a finger over her forehead.
“She was so cold when I found her,” Peter whispers. “But I think I helped warm her.”
“I’d say so; she doesn’t feel too cold at all. You did good, Spider-Man.” Katie turns back toward the door he came through, and Peter holds it open for her. “You’re welcome to stay here until we’re done looking her over and getting her settled, if you want.”
“I…I want to…” Peter sighs and rubs his arm. “But I already said good-bye. I should go home. Someone is waiting for me. Plus, I trust you guys.”
“Well, thanks.” Pat laughs and rubs his arm. “This is what we do, baby. She’ll be just fine. You did good.”
Peter nods, puts a hand on Pat’s shoulder as he passes, and heads out of the emergency room before he can break down.
-
It’s after 3am when Peter finally climbs in his window. He shouldn’t be surprised to find May asleep on his bed, but his vision, physical and otherwise, is a little hazy thanks to his senses being on alert ever since he left the hospital. It wasn’t like the normal shriek of danger but a buzz at the base of his neck, like the area there has somehow fallen asleep.
Peter shakes his head when he finds himself still sitting on the windowsill. He crosses to May silently and gently rubs her shoulder. “May?”
May stirs and squints up at him; her eyes widen before she sighs and laughs, slightly delirious. “Oh, shit, Peter. I always forget about you under there.” She sits up and stretches. “Why didn’t you call me? Way past curfew.” She yawns into her hand.
Peter hits the spider logo and strips out of the suit, exhaustion flooding his bones and tears in his eyes at her comment. “I’m sorry, May. Crazy night.”
“Yeah?”
Peter slips into a t-shirt and sweatpants and turns to face his aunt.
May’s expression falls when she really sees Peter’s face.
“Oh, baby, what happened?”
Peter bites his lip and blinks, releasing a few of the tears he wouldn’t let fall in the hospital. “That’s exactly it. I…I found a baby.”
“Oh my god.” She’s across the room and hugging him before he can blink again. She pulls him back toward the bed and hugs him close as he begins trembling.
May hugs him against her cups the back of his head; she looks down at him and murmurs, “Why didn’t you call me? I could’ve helped you, sweetheart.”
“You’ve never had a baby, May.” Peter says between shuddering breaths. “And I was six when you got me.”
“Touché.” May brushes some bunched up hair form his forehead. “But I had cousins growing up. I know how to deal with babies.”
“I just….didn’t think to. I took care of her, though. Took her to an emergency room. I had it handled.”
“Good thinking, kiddo.”
“It was Karen’s idea.”
“Well good on Karen, then.”
Peter nods mutely, staring blankly at the floor.
May wipes the stray tears from his cheeks and just lets them sit in silence for a few minutes, letting Peter get himself together before a yawn shudders through her. They both laugh a bit, and May asks, “Good?”
Peter nods.
“Good.” May carefully detaches herself and picks up his bedside water glass. “I’ll fill this for you, then bed time.” She goes and returns swiftly, kissing him tenderly on the brow while whispering, “I’m so proud of you, sweetheart. The hero with a heart of gold.”
Peter’s smile is wobbly, but he forces it up for her.
When she leaves, he lays on top of his covers for a little while, staring at his ceiling. Even with his windows and doors closed and locked tight, Peter can’t seem to shake that buzz in his senses.
It’s a little after 5am when his eyes finally fall closed, though the threat was long gone.
Stories below him and hours before, a hooded figure had slipped off into the night, having been at the right place at the right time for his own gain.
All his attention was on you, like the two of you were the only ones here, which you most certainly weren’t. His eyes gazing into yours like they held the whole god damn universe, which they didn’t but to him it was so closest he would get to the stars. Like how could anything else possibly matter besides this exact moment. He was waiting so patiently but eagerly for the words to flow out of your mouth. Like your lips held the key to world peace — his world.
“I’ve always done what was asked of me, what i thought i was supposed to do. Everyone has always made my choices for me but… this time — this choice is all mine. I am choosing this, i am choosing you”
A/N: I hate action, i such a writing it so i jumped over most of this fight scene, and i definitely wasn’t gonna follow it to a T either, sooo just pretend it was longer and everyone was doing more ahahah im excited for the next part!
Also adding i know i didnt really touch base on the readers powers/abilities but what im thinking is she orginally thought along with everyone else that she could only control the elements, then she started to realize she could do A LOT more like astral projection, ect pretty much her full “unlocking” is she can control all matter/atoms which is pretty much means everything and anything, so she powerful af, ill explain it better later!
“Cool cool” You say as you lean over the scaffolding, your Peter jumps down, perching up top. As the other two land beside you. You turned to face Peter, your universe’s Peter “Y’know I dont think Steve would’ve liked this” You smiled gesturing to the construction of the shield at the statue of liberty.
“It really is a big honour” Peter smiled
The eldest Peter chipped it “This guy must of been really something for them to do all this for”
You missed Steve more than you allowed yourself to and you hated yourself for not saying goodbye but you could never bring yourself to. How could you look at Steve and tell him you were happy for him when you were jealous he got to grow old with the person he loved, he got to live out the timeline you were all supposed to. You were so pathetic you couldn’t mask that jealousy for a 30 minute visit. But at the same time you liked having your last memory of Steve be the Steve you knew, because that Steve that came back was no longer your Stevie.
You smiled sadly “He really was”
“You all are honestly” Peter 3 smiled, placing a hand on your shoulder giving it a reassuring squeeze “Honesty ever since i got here, all i keep seeing and hearing about are all these amazing heroes, i just wish my universe had more of them”
“They have you that’s all they need Parker” You gave him a soft smile, as he squatted down, his brown eyes filling up your irises with nothing but adoration “And you are pretty amazing”
“Yeah, why are you so hard on yourself? You’re amazing, you’re the amazing spider man!” Peter 2 exclaimed
He shrugged “It’s just you guys all fight such cool villains and i just have a lizard. I wonder if my universe as aliens”
“Probably does, they all have to” Peter 1 said “I just dont think they’re provoked”
“What do you mean?”
“Like theres so many superheroes here, its cool and all but Mr.Stark once told me it shows life outside of Earth that were ready for a fight, so since its just —“ He paused taking out his phone “Its an unknown number” He brought his phone to his ear “Um hello?”
“Think one of the villains got a phone?” Peter 3 smiled at you
“It’s a necessity nowadays i wouldn’t doubt it”
“Yeah she’s here” Your universes Peter looked at you, clearing his throat “It’s for you”
You furrowed your eyebrows, you hesitantly took a step forward “Who is it?”
He gave you a sympathetic look, handing you the phone “Sergeant Barnes”
You could feel all the colour drain from your face “Oh”
“I can tell him your busy” he was reaching for the phone back
“He can hear you Pete” You didnt realize you were backing up till you bumped into a warm but firm surface “Woah, you okay?” Peter 3 hands steadied you.
Looking into brown eyes that stared back at you with nothing but concern it made your heart flutter, you nodded. Turning back to face the youngest Peter “Ill be right back”
You started to walk further down the catwalk and you heard the eldest Peter mumble “Who’s sergeant Barnes?”
Before you were far enough they wouldn’t be able to hear you but you could still hear them and any sign that the villains arrived.
You were pacing, trying to breath evenly because when you got overwhelmed and your emotions were over the top you could cause some disturbances so you were trying your best to remember the breathing techniques Tony taught you, you pinched the bridge of your nose
“Hello?”
“Y/n” you could hear relief in his voice “What’s going on?”
“Nothing”
He was agitated and you could hear it in voice “Dont lie to me, we saw you on tv with the Spider kid, and now i’m hearing about there being bad guys? Are you hurt?”
“Im fine Bucky, we have everything under control” You gritted your teeth, you always hated when he’s treat you like a wounded child
He scoffed “What, you and that kid? And you’re bringing the fight to the statue of liberty, are you serious?”
“It’s not just me and Peter, we have other help” You were trying your best to stay calm, and save your energy for the real fight
He paused sighing, deciding to get to the point “I know y/n”
“Know what?”
“About the night of Steve’s funeral”
Your mouth was dry, it all of a sudden felt like you were swallowing cotton “Which funeral?”
“Doll” he pleaded with you because he didn’t want to say it.
“Don’t” you were shaking your head.
“Why didn’t you tell me? I would of —“
You cut him off “You would have what Bucky? Stayed with me because you were afraid I’d do it again? Like you said, we’re not the same people anymore!”
“I still love you, ill always love you y/n, i just wanted time to figure out who i was, i just needed…”
“What about what I needed!” You screamed cutting him off “What about me? I lost Steve to, i lost time to, i needed you Bucky”
“I’m right here doll, i’ve always been here, you could of called me whenever and you know i would have came running”
“I don’t need you anymore Bucky, i’ve found what i need what i want and for once i’m going to put me first”
You could hear his heavy breathing through the phone and you’re sure his brow was furrowed “What are you saying y/n? I can’t live without you”
“You’ve been doing fine the last 6 months”
“How do you know that? You weren’t there!”
“You left me Buck, remember? you were right to”
“I was right?”
You could feel static in the air, they were close - “We’re just not who we were anymore and that’s okay because change is good, it’s scary but its good”
“You can’t just throw all that history away y/n — it was supposed to be you and i, forever” He whispered
“Buck, we both know so well that forever doesn’t last” you whispered through dried lips, finally defeated “Steve and you will always be the biggest and best part of me, but …”. You paused, turning to look at the three Spidermen in their suits.
Your Peter was perched up, while the eldest was standing, and the Peter you were gonna risk this all for was leaning against the railing his masks in his hand while he was listening intently to the other two, he was smiling from ear to ear, the corner of his eyes crinkled.
Almost like he could feel you staring at him and he turned to you, he gave you the most beautiful smile you ever seen before giving you a small wave which you returned. “I’m thinking about the future now. You’ll always have a part a me, i’ll always love you ” You peeled you eyeline away from the Peter’s turning to look over the edge “I’m not sure if I can ever love anyone the way i love you but i wanna try Bucky, but i can’t do that here” you paused “not when every corner i turn im reminded of everything, everyone i lost”
“What do you mean here? Y/n what’s going on what are you gonna do?” Panic was lacing his voice, he knew you had very powerful abilities and he also knew he didn’t know what you could do with them, the full extent at least because you were still learning about them when he was in the safe house before Wakanda, but all he did know is he didn’t like the sound of it, whatever it was.
“James, i’m gonna be okay, everything is gonna be okay”
“Y/n, answer me”
“I love you” You clicked the phone shut
You walked back over to the boys “Thanks Pete” you smiled, tossing his phone back up to him
“You okay?”
“Yeah i am” You smiled, this time he could see a twinkle in your eyes “We ready to cure some ass?”
You received a series of nods “Good because there here”
“How do you —“ Peter 1 perched up “You guys feel that?”
“Yeah” the eldest Peter nodded, “How did you know before us?”
“Im one with everything, and all that hippy stuff”
You shrugged it off before activating your suit, it went from inky black from your toes to your neck, the nanobots changed to a colourless white, as your eyes changed with it. The sky started to crackle, lightning flashing throughout the sky.
“Y/n?” You Peter questioned
“Not me”
All three men put their masks on, everyone fully alert before a man appeared “Sup Pete? You like the new new?” He held his arms out as electricity shot out of him.
“Oh well, that’s pretty cool” You said to no one in particular
“Who’s this?” Electro turned his attention to you “Look i don’t wanna hurt a lady, just give me the box and everything will be fine”
“I wouldnt be to worried about hurting y/n” Your Peter said “She’s pretty bad ass”
“Is that a challenge?” Electro said with a smirt
“Nope, no, no Max, its definitely not a challenge” Peter 3 said getting ready to stand in front of you
He sent a shock of electricity your way just has Peter 3 was ready to jump in front of you, you caught the electricity with ease, holding it in your hand there was a glowing line between the two of you. The static could be felt in the air, your eyes started to glow more as you rose yourself off the ground.
“Oh shit”
“Y’know, that thing on your chest, was created and designed by a very, very dear friend of mine and i’m not gonna lie, he wouldn’t like this, you being on the wrong side of the fight and all, so i’m gonna have to do something about it”
You put both your hands out using his own electricity to fuel you, you used all the energy you had to hold him into place “Any day now Parker!”
You watched Peter 3 look flustered before he nodded “Yeah yeah of course, on it!” He shouted before getting the arc reactor off and placing the cure on Electro, once it was on you carefully placed him somewhere in the scaffolding and you water Peter 3 run to make sure he was okay.
You dropped yourself down, running to find the youngest Peter, you pasted Peter 2 curing the sand castle guy right before you bumped into a hard figure, you stumbled back a bit.
“Y/n?”
“Strange”
“You’re alive”
“You thought i wasnt?”
“I stopped hearing from you, logically i assumed the worst” He paused “Please tell me you’re not helping the kid?”
“We’re curing them, its working if that’s what your asking”
“Your eyes are glowing” He ignored your comment
“Its a new thing, it only just started happening i guess” You shrugged
He nodded “You’re unlocking it”
You furrowed your brows “Unlocking what?“
“Everything, your full potential” He stared at you for a moment, almost like he was reading your every thought “tread lightly y/n” he warned before he opened another portal walking through it.
You followed him knowing exactly who he was going to “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means —“
“Pete watch out!” You screamed at the top of your lungs just as you watched the Lizard tackle Peter down, sticking his claws in his abdomen.
Strange uses a Eldritch Whip to hold the lizard down as the other two Spider Man went to cure what onces was Doctor Connors.
You shakily went over to your Peter, falling to your knees, he was coated in blood this was definitely a wound his fast healing wouldn’t help on “Oh Pete” tears were rolling down your cheeks, guilt taking over every atom in you, you placed your hand over his wound putting pressure on it “I’m so sorry”
His eyes were glossy, he place his hand over yours “Don’t you care apologize y/n, this isn’t your fault i know what your -“
You shook your head “I’m gonna fix this”
“This is too much y/n, it’ll take you out if not worse”
You had tunnel vision for the only Peter in front of you, you didn’t feel the hand on your shoulder “It’s gonna be okay Pete”
He gave you a weak smile “It is, i’m gonna see May and Ben, and Mr.Stark he’ll probably kick my, y'know but its - what are you doing?!”
Your eyes were glowing, as you started to focus on all the matter surrounding his wound focusing everything you had left in you on him.
“Get her off of me, it too much, this could kill her!” You heard him shout to Peter 3.
Feeling that similar sensation of his hand on your shoulder, you stuck your left hand out, mumbling a weak “Sorry” and blasting him back, creating an almost forcefield-like bubble around the two of you, blocking out any outside voices and anyone who tried to interfere, you could vaguely see Strange using everything he had to break through.
“Y/n please stop”
You had two wounds down and one more to go, you could feel yourself fading but feeling Peter getting stronger. Before you knew it you weren’t strong enough and the bubble around you was flickering, you opened your eyes and was satisfied with Peter’s vitals being stronger than yours before anyone had the chance to say anything a chilling voice boomed through the sky.
“Can the Spider-Man come out to play?!”
Peter shoved you out of the way before the goblin started hurtling pumpkin bomb after pumkin bomb, swooping down and steal the box from Strange. Your vision was pulsating, between reality, darkness and the people were trying to come through. You looked up at Strange “There coming” you mumbled
Using his Eldritch Whips to steal the box back as Doc Ock held his board back, he looked back down at you “Who?!” He yelled through the chaos
You weakly pointed up at the sky.
“Strange no!” Peter shouted before an explosion went off and you used the last of your energy to guide the blast upwards and away from everyone you had left.
Before you knew it, you heard someone screaming your name as you tumbled off the collapsing scaffolding, letting darkness consume you.
A/N: Fight scene is next! Not looking forward to that i suck at writing them so i’ll probably stick close to the script for that or just be very vague with it, not edited or proof read!
Sam stood on his front porch, his phone still clutched in his hand as he stared at the call log. He let out a breath, hitting your name bringing the phone to his ear, when he heard it go straight to voicemail he let out a groan, squeezed his phone so hard that if he had that serum running through his veins he definitely would have crushed his phone.
He was feeling a mixture of emotions, he was frustrated with how vague you were, he was mad at Bucky for clearly not telling him everything he seen the headlines about you, the video footage of you walking out on Bucky followed by lightning lighting up the sky he thought it was just a fight, an argument because he knew first hand how stubborn Bucky could be but you were always so reasonable, Steve use to tell him you were the glue that kept them together, he was hoping that would be the case with Bucky, you and him.
He knew this wasn’t going to be easy, everything changed but he gave you your space, gave you time but 6 months was such a long time. He was nervous every goddamn day he would check his phone from any sign that you were alive and well, he would check the news. When he heard in the news a single lightning strike cracked a 100 year old tree in half, he felt some sort of relief but it was clearly intentional, he tried to get Bucky to talk to him but he was like a broken record with the whole “None of your business”
But he was so fucking nervous right now, that sounded like a goodbye and not just a see you later one like you told him but a your never gonna see me again goodbye. His mind couldn’t stop playing one of the last conversations with Steve he ever had about you on repeat.
2023 - A little before Steve Rogers Passing
“Hey Sam?”
“Yeah Cap?”
A small smile played on his face “You know you can stop calling me that, the shields yours”
An eye roll played out on Sam’s face “You’re always gonna be my Captain”
Nostalgia was written all over Steve’s face before it fell flat “Y/N hasn’t came by since the stones, i haven’t heard from her, im worried Sam”
“I’ve stopped by multiple times, called texted shes just not answering, I dont know whats going on”
“Bucky won’t tell me anything” he paused, liar Steve thought before continuing “They must be fighting again” a small smile on his face thinking of all Bucky’s and yours stupid fights.
Sam snorted “Makes two of us, i think shes just not handling all this” He gestured to Steve laying in a hospital bed “Well”
Steve nodded, he opened and closed his mouth, debating if he should say what he was thinking before starting “I know this is asking a lot of you Sam, but you need to look after her”
“You know i will Cap, always, shes family to me too”
“I’m gonna tell you something that only Y/N, Tony, Fury and I knew, you can’t tell Bucky it’ll just make things worse”
“Yeah of course, my lips are sealed”
Steve nodded “Y/n, she didn’t just go for a walk, fall asleep and wake up here” he referred to the 2000’s “She died”
Sam’s mouth dropped “What? that wasn’t in any file?”
“I know because we decided it was best kept a secret but a little bit after she woke up she couldn’t remember much but it came back to her, she was hysterical, we had to sedate her. It was like everything she felt before hit her all at once…. but we got her to talk, it wasn’t uncommon after the war for people to commit suicide”
Sam’s eyes went wide not liking where this was headed.
“Y/n, she lost us, she didn’t have anyone left. She attended not one but two funerals where there was no body, I couldn’t imagine what she felt.” Steve brought his eyes to look at Sam’s because he didn’t want to say it and he knew with Sam he wouldn’t have to “She, did it Sam, she went to — and she did”
“Steve, that’s a lot” Sam got up, he started pacing near the foot of the bed “That changes everything, i gotta —“
Steve cut him off “I know its a lot as long as you know she’s in there and alive that’s all that matters Sam”
“Why didn’t you tell Bucky, that’s his girl”
“He went through a lot, he was healing, she was healing, she promised me everything was fine”
“He’d kick down that door if he knew”
Steve had a small smile “Yeah i know he would, he wouldn’t let her out of his site, she’s his everything”
“Any idea why they’d be fighting?”
Steve shrugged “Can’t say i do Sam” he knew of course he did, Bucky came to him 2 weeks ago asking for advice about you. How he didnt know he was anymore, didn’t know who you were anymore. That he didn’t want to drag you through the dark tunnel of finding out who he was now, Steve told him that was stupid.
That’d you’d be more hurt by him saying he needed space, that he needed time because the two of you were already on borrowed time. Steve promised he wouldn’t say anything no matter how badly he wanted to, because he hoped at the time the two of you would sort this out before it was time for him to go but by the looks of things that wasn’t the case. It was a secret that was coming with him to the grave, he knew Bucky would tell Sam when he was ready, when that trust was built he just hoped it wasn’t gonna be too late.
The front door swung open “What the hell Sam? Was that y/n?! Don’t even lie to me i heard you say her name” Bucky’s brows were creased, pointing his finger at Sam.
Sam didnt say anything quite yet, he could see the smoke coming out of Bucky’s ears, he knew he had to tell him. It was the only way he couldn’t think of any other excuse that he wouldn’t question “We should go inside”
Sam turned to walk inside but Bucky grabbed his arm to stop him. Sam stared in his eyes. He could tell how worried he was, he could see the panic, the heartache, the sacrifices but most importantly the love he had for you.Sam kept walking nodded for Bucky to follow him to the table, he could hear his heavy footsteps trailing behind him.
He pulled a chair out and plopped down, Bucky stood there with his arms crossed “Sit down Buck”
“No”
“Bucky sit down”
Bucky lingered a little longer before giving in, pulling out the chair across from Sam “You better start talking Sam”
“I will, under one condition you don’t interrupt me and know I only didn’t tell you because Steve made me promise”
Bucky nodded so Sam started “One of the last time’s i went to visit Steve, he told me something that only he, Fury, Stark and of course y/n knew. It wasn’t in any of her files for good reasons, it was only needed to know per situation information, that’s why he didn’t tell you. He knew you were recovering, you were bettering yourself and this would have held you back, he told me he knew y/n would tell you when she was ready” He paused “What do you know about the night she disappeared?”
Still a scowl on his face he responded “That Peggy told her about Steve, after the funeral she just disappeared. Steve told me she fell asleep by our spot, that she just woke up and it was 2012, the ground absorbed her or something, right?”
Sam shook his head “She didn’t fall asleep Buck”
“What do you mean she didn’t fall asleep? So Steve lied to me?”
“Bucky, she died”
Bucky stood up, his chair flying back “What do you mean she died? So she’s a ghost?! Stupidest thing i’ve ever heard!” He was pacing now. “Why’d they lie to me!” He slammed his fist down on the table making Sarah jump in the kitchen
“She committed suicide” Sam wanted to break eye contact with Bucky because now he knew what you meant when you told him how Bucky’s ocean eyes would suck you in like a whirl pool, and Sam was drowning trying to get out as they filled with water
Bucky shook his head “No, no, no why would she do that Sam? Did he say why she would do that, my girl wouldn’t do that, she, she — “
“She lost both of you Buck, she lost you then she lost Steve. You two were all she had, man. There were no bodies to bury, she never got closure. Can’t imagine what she was feeling”
Bucky walked over taking a seat on the couch, he had millions of questions that he was scared to ask since the answer to his last one was weighing him down he was sure this was one he’d never be able to get off his shoulders.
“Steve said they ran tests and they were never able to find out how she was resurrected but there assuming it had to do with her powers there was no other logical explanation”
Bucky nodded, as silence took over for a brief moment, the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Till Bucky jumped up off of the couch “She lost Steve”
“We all lost Steve”
“No you dont get it” Bucky ran his hands down his face “She lost Steve, and I - fuck, im so stupid. I wasn’t thinking, “I gotta call her Sam, this is bad, do you think she w-would do it again?”
“Woah Buck, slow down” Sam was standing now “What are you talking about?”
“I told her I needed time, Sam, she gave me the ring back, we broke up. She lost me then she lost Steve”
“Did Steve know?”
“Of course he knew, he told me i was stupid, i am stupid”
“He knew, that’s why he told me, he knew she was gonna lose both of you all over again” Sam’s eyes widened “That was her on the phone, she told me she was proud of me, she was saying goodbye Buck”
“Well, call her back!” Bucky shouted
“I tried it goes straight to voicemail”
“She called me” Bucky whispered “A day ago, she didn’t say anything but I could hear her, then she just hung up” he paused “What if she already…”
“Don’t say it Buck, she’s not, she can’t be”
“We gotta go now, we gotta go to her place and kick her door down!” Bucky was already walking to the door
“48 hours ago a single lightning strike hit a 100 year old tree in the park” Sam blurted out
Bucky froze he knew exactly what he meant, and he knew exactly what you were doing when you did that “She let me go” he whispered, wiping the tear that escaped before turning around “She was letting me — usgo” his voice cracked
“Do you know where else she could have gone?
“Hey guys?” Sarah spoke from the kitchen “I hate to interrupt but you might wanna see this”
Both men entered the kitchen staring at the TV as Spiderman was on a video call with a news reporter but with his mask off.
“Just the truth.” Spiderman spoke
“Oh sure.” Jameson rolled his eyes
“I thought he wore a mask for a reason?” Bucky questioned
Sarah’s eyes widened “You two missed a lot while you were fixing that damn boat, they revealed his identity just some kid named Peter Parker from queens” she shrugged
“The truth is, that this is all my fault. I accidentally brought those
dangerous people here”
“Well, he admits it!”
“And if those people are watching, just know that I really did try to help you. I mean, I could have killed you -“ Peter says before holding up some weird box, Bucky and Sam look at each other briefly before Peter starts talking again “At any given moment. But I
didn’t. Because my Aunt May taught me that everyone deserves a second chance. And that’s why I’m here”
“And where is “here” exactly?”
“A place that represents second chances” He turns the camera slightly and you can see him at the top of the statue of liberty, as the camera turns back around for a brief second Bucky and Sam could have sworn they saw you before the camera turned back fully on Peter.
“Did you see that?” Bucky asks
Sam nodded “She did promise Stark she’d watch out after Spiderman, and if Peter is Spiderman shes gonna watch out after him to”
“The Statue of Liberty?! Good God, folks, he’s about to destroy another national landmark”
“But world, if you’re watching–“
“Believe me, the world is watching–“
“Wish me luck. Your friendly neighborhood SpiderMan could really use some.”
Peter’s video ends, Bucky turns to Sam “Do you have his phone number?”
“When i became Captain America they auto synced phone numbers in my phone, i’m not sure” Sam reached in his pocket
“Well check!” Bucky groaned
“What the hell do you think i’m doing?!” He started scrolling through his contacts “At least we know she’s alive”
“Yeah but not safe, what bad guys, plural might I add, is he talking about?”
“I got it, i found it” He turned his phone around to show Bucky ‘Spiderman’
Bucky ripped the phone out of Sam’s hand and hit call puting it to his war
“No. I got no time for uh, Peter Parker stuff, you know? —
Do you?”
“Uh, that’s a little complicated”
“No, I understand. I guess it’s just not in the cards for guys like us”
“Well, I wouldn’t give up. It took a while, but we made it work”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, me and Mj, my Mj — It uh, it gets confusing here” Peter 2 smiled slightly before noticing the grim look of heartbreak on Peter 3s face, he continued “You don’t think you have one?”
He shook his head “Nah, those days are long behind me” he smiles looking out the window at you, the way the wind was blowing in your hair made you look like the most angelic human he’s ever seen, he watched the way the moonlight shined off the side of your face perfectly illuminating the swoop of your nose down to your lips setting his heart best into a frenzy. You looked slightly anxious and he wanted nothing more than to make sure you were okay.
Peter 2 followed his eyeline, when his eyes found you he couldn’t help but grin,looking back at the other Peter “All our universes might have a couple things in common but doesn’t mean all of them have to have everything in common”
“Whaddya mean?”
“I mean like you two have web shooters, I don't”
“Now you’re just bragging” Peter 3 tossed his head back laughing, he could feel your gaze on him.
He laughed, “No no, just wait, I’m getting there. And maybe our two share an MJ” he gestured to himself and the youngest peter who was still down stairs on the phone waiting for the last cure “but maybe there’s another universe out there where another Spiderman is like me” He paused briefly “Or one where Peter has ay/n instead of an MJ”
He looked down fiddling with his mask “I don’t think my universe has either”
“Maybe that’s because your y/n is here”
“Hey! Are you two ready?” The youngest Peter popped back up the stairs “Final cure is finished, Neds gonna portal us over there any second now, then ill take a video and send — Wheres y/n?” He stopped realizing you weren’t in the room.
“She’s still on the phone” Peter 2 gestured to the window
Peter 1 walked over to the window “She looks anxious” He placed the bag containing the cures on a small side table “I should go check on her” He started towards the door.
The eldest Peter gave Peter 3 a look, a knowing look as he raised his eyebrow, nudging his head towards the door. Peter 3’s eyes went wide in realisation.
He jumped up off the stool “Is it okay if I go instead?”
Peter 1 stopped, turning around he looked at Peter 2 who nodded then back to Peter 3 “Y-yeah of course but we have to go any second now, okay?”
Peter 3 noded fiercely “Yeah, of course i’ll be fast” he never felt like he was moving so slow but so fast in his life. His heartbeat was speeding up the closer he got to you.
“Y/n, holy shit, what are you up to? It’s been…” He paused you could see his demeanour changing when the realisation dawned on him exactly how long it had been “way too long”
You could hear Bucky and some girl talking in the background before Sam was shushing them. He mumbled “Dont worry about it” and then you could hear a chair being pushed back.
He moved on was all you could think about after hearing him laughing with a female voice, and of course Sam was leaving the room so you wouldn’t have to hear it. “Yeah” you let out an airy breath “It has been”
“I stopped by a few times”
“I know”
“I called, i texted, Buck he wouldn’t tell me anything y/n, you were – you are like family to me, I wanted us to stick together it’s what Steve wanted and, I-I didn’t even see you at the funeral”
“I’m sorry Sam, i just -“ you sniffled “It’s been hard since, everything” you paused “Im trying”
“Don’t apologise, you never have to apologise to me for anything. We were supposed to stick together as a team, a family. I’ll always be here for you, i’m just happy to hear your voice i was worried for awhile”
“I was at the funeral, I was just…”
“Hiding?” Sam finished for you
“Yeah”
“Why?”
“I just needed some time, We lost so many people, Steve left, Bucky left, i just needed to wallow, comprehend everything look for the light at the end of the tunnel”
“Did you find it? The light”
You looked through the window, into the dimly lit house, they must have moved upstairs while your Peter was on the phone. You watched him toss his head back, his hands clapping together at something the oldest Spider Man was saying to him.
“I think, i’m not sure but i’m going to find out” Moving your attention to the small pond of water just off to the side of the house “That’s why i called, I just want to thank you for being patient with me, always being there for me and i know you’re going to be the best Captain America Sam, I’m so proud of you”
“Why does this sound like a goodbye?” He was putting the pieces together, and he wasn’t liking the finished product that connected in his mind, a puzzle he wasn’t sure he wanted to see the end of.
Letting out a shaky breath, your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest, blood was flowing heavily to your ears, you spun around finding those golden brown eyes, meeting yours and you knew with the way he was looking at you he could tell you were getting anxious.
Your eyes gazed into his, even at the distance you were you couldn’t help but feel that metaphorical string pulling you to him, screaming at you that you were doing the right thing for once “Sam it’ll never be goodbye, our paths will always cross again, it’s just a see you later”
“Y/n” he was changing his tone from friendly to his newly discovered Captain America voice “What’s going on?”
“Thank you for everything Sammy” Before he could respond you hung up, smashing your phone in the process, Tony made sure you could never be tracked and where you were planning on going your sure your phone wouldn’t work anyway.
You sighed, allowing yourself to feel the breeze around you that wasn’t your doing, like the universe was telling you that you were doing the right thing.
“Are you alright?”
You spun around, your hair blowing behind you “You ask me that a lot”
“I’m a curious person by nature”
“And look where that got you, what was it bitten by a radioactive spider?” You scratched the top of your head pretending to think
He placed his hands on his hips. “God you’re witty, I gotta say I love it.“ He paused taking a deep breath “ I can’t complain, it led me here” He took a step closer “And i just can’t stop but feeling like all the paths i took, all the winding roads, the bumps were all leading me here” he point to the ground
You were trying your best to stay calm, to slow your heart rate back down because you were getting into an emotional territory you haven’t been to in a long time, so you took a gulp of air “To this spot of grass?”
He slowly reached out, his palms were sweating, he couldn’t even hear your heart beating even if he wanted to because his was beating just as loud. He tried to calm down so he could hear yours, he wanted to make sure you were feeling what he was and this wasnt all just in his head, because there was no way, in a logical sense that he could feel this way so soon about someone he just met not to long ago that existed in another universe, this surely couldn’t be a coincidence, maybe Peter the other Peter was right, maybe you were meant to be his Y/n.
The way he felt when he was close to you was like he was floating which was such an extraordinary feeling but scary as well because it made him think what if this was just a dream and he mostly likely was but on the small chance he wasn’t he had to take the leap.
He’d been wrong so many times he just wanted to be right this one last time, this pull he was feeling towards you was real it had to be, he stopped believing in fate after Gwen but this had to be fate there was no other explanation for the feeling in his heart. He licked his lips, shaking his head “No, to you”
You felt like the air was knocked out of you, your heart pounding in your throat. He was so close, you could feel his warm breath on your face, chills ran up your arm “Peter”
“Tell me to stop and I will” He placed his hand ever so gently on your cheek
It was nothing like the one that used to be placed there, the one that lit a match, setting a fire in you and then let it burn in suffocating you in your glass house; till nothing was left but the ashes.
It was something you weren’t used to but god you wanted to be selfish, you were so ready to take and so you did, you lifted your lips to meet him.
When they connected you couldn’t help but feel a shock, this was it, this was him it had to be, he had to feel this too. You cursed at the stars because they were aligning but in a different universe.
You both pulled away, he rested his forehead on yours, between heavy breathing he mumbled out “That was..”
“Yeah..”
“Did you feel…” He paused because he knew if you knew what he meant you did feel it.
You nodded “I did”
He placed a piece of hair behind your ear, his forehead still resting on yours, he could see your eyes getting glossy “I know” he said sadly “Maybe in another universe” his thumb caressing your cheek “Another lifetime”
“Why not this one?” You spoke softly before he had the chance to question you, a glowing circle appeared in the middle of the lawn, the two of you jumped apart.
Just in time as the last two Peter’s made their way out the front door of the safe house.
“You two ready to go?” Your Peter pointed towards the two of you, his eyes lingering on you to make sure you were okay.
“So what’s the plan?” you walked through the front door Peter(3) shutting it behind you.
“Well, if we just send them back, they’ll die. I know its asking a lot but, we can cure then y/n”
You leaned against the island in the kitchen, of course Peter would choose the plan that would help everyone in the end “Okay” you nodded
His eyes went wide “What? Just like that?”
Pushing yourself off the island “Just like that”
“Wow okay, yeah just like that” A smile beaming on his face
“We do this right, we do this as safely as possible for everyone, we get them back safe, we keep you safe and we do it somewhere no people are” You paused “The statue, it’s the safest, its still under construction” Your eyes found themselves searching for a Peter that wasn’t yours “No more lives lost, no more blood on anyones hands”
Your eyes found him.
“We keep you safe too” Peter 3’s voice came out firmly.
“What?”
“You said we get everyone back safe, keep Peter safe, keep the world safe but you forgot about yourself so, we keep you safe too.”
You could feel it, that metaphorical string tightening, pulling you to him.
“Okay Parker”
Your Peter cleared his throat “Um so we need a lab, we could break into the school but if they see us…”
“Thats to unpredictable, too many variables” The eldest Peter chimed in
“You don’t have an Oscoprs so that’s out the window too”
“Well we had something like that but it was um, destroyed by the purple alien i was telling you about”
You laughed.
All eyes landed on you.
“Pete, you act like you didn’t know Stark at all, im slightly disappointed”
You walked to the front of the island with all the drawers proceeding to open one up “You really think Tony would build a safe house without a secure access to all the technology Stark had?”
“I thought this was SHIELD?”
You started typing something into the hidden keypad “God no, it’s one of the very few they didn’t know about, Fury and Tony set it up for incidents like this’’ You gestured to everyone in the room.
A voice boomed throughout the room “Access granted, welcome Flower child”
“Flower child?” Your Peter’s eyes were filled with amusement.
“You shush Spider boy”
“Mr. Starks nicknames were something else”
“Tony was something else” You gave him a small smile before the kitchen island slowly was shifting, all 3 Peter’s moved closer to get a better look.
As a staircase down below started to reveal itself you continued “This is where Fury hid for a bit when he” getting your air quotation ready ”’Died’, it’s also where Cap and them hid out after the whole accords situation”
“How does one ‘die’” Peter(2) questioned
“Fake your death” you shrugged, as you waved for them to follow you down the stairs
“Totally normal” Peter(3) said to himself.
Peter (2) place his hand on Peter’s(3) shoulder “Anything seems to go here”
They followed you down the stairs, you placed your hand on a glass door, it lit up green before opening up lights slowly flickered on. It was exactly as it was left.
You could see the polaroid wall filled with pictures of the team pre thanos, and pre Accords from all the times you all would hide out here if needed. You did a b-line completely avoiding it “We have everything you’ll need to cure them” You watched as their eyes looked over everything “I won’t be any help but um he might” you pointed up.
“The ceiling?” Peter(3) raised his eyebrow giving you a funny look
“There’s an A.I here?” Your Peter popped up
“Not just any A.I kid” You gave him a sad smile, your hands were shaky “Hey Tones, flower child here with Spider boy”
A few seconds later a familiar voice came through the speakers pulling at your beart strings “Been a hot minute, slacking without me around i see”
Peter’s mouth parted “Y/n wh-what’s going on” he was shaking his head “How?”
“When Tony found out i was hiding Steve and the rest here, he um created his own A.I” You smiled softly at the memory “Y’know to punish them further that they’d have to listen to him every day instead of Friday”
“But I thought he hated them? Why wouldn’t he turn them in?“
Your eyes looked towards the polaroid wall lingering on it longer than you’d like falling on a picture of Steve, Bucky and you. “We were a family and families fight” You shrugged “Anyway” clapping your hands together “Get to work boys!”
You watched them all talking about who was going to create whos cure, along with small chit chat about their lives. You found yourself getting closer and closer to the wall till your feet were planted directly in front of it. Scanning through the memories.
2016
“Hey look what i have!” You lifted up a black polaroid camera from behind your back waving it in the air.
You heard Steve let out a groan, where as Bucky came up planting a kiss on your cheek and taking the camera from your hand “These things just keep getting smaller and smaller”
“Dude, that’s vintage” Sam laughed “Why the polaroid y/n?”
“Well I know Bucks gonna be going to Wakanda soon, and anything can happen right?” You shrugged taking it back from Bucky “We have no pictures together, well none from this century”
“You’re going to make us take selfies together?“
Sam almost spit out his orange juice “How do you know that term Cap?”
Steve crossed his arms grinning “Natasha”
“So…pictures please? I wanna add some to the wall”
Sam came up taking the camera from you “I’ll take it, scootch together”
Steve was on your left and Bucky on your right.
“All right say… ‘Fugitives’ “
“Hey!” You laughed “I’m not a fugitive”
“Might as well be if your hanging around these two, alright say cheese”
“Cheese!” You all shouted at the same time, for the first time in years you felt at home.
You reached out and touched the picture, you almost wished that you could get sucked back in.
“Are you okay y/n?” Your Peter was standing beside you
“Yeah I’m fine Pete” You spoke with maybe a little too much enthusiasm
“You don’t have to lie to me” He said, his voice low
“You have enough going on, my problems are so minor they don’t matter, it’s fine really”
“How can you say that? Your problems matter, you matter y/n”
Your eyes left his and you looked back at the polaroid pondering for a moment, letting your emotions get the better of you “If I mattered why’d they both leave?”
“Y/n, I …”
You shook your head “Its fine, you should go help your new friends” a grin taking place on your face as you slowly started to peel the polaroids off the wall “The faster we get this done the safer it is for everyone” What you really wanted to say was the faster you send them home the lesser of a chance your heart would break with the leas time he’d be here stealing it away piece by piece.
He opened his mouth but closed it almost immediately. You knew he wanted to talk more but it clearly wasn’t the best time. He nodded, walking back to the other two Peter’s. Your eyes followed him and you could feel the other Peter staring at you, you quickly averted your gaze back to taking the polaroids off the wall.
A sigh escaped your lips as you went to peel the last picture off the wall, you don’t know what hurt most the hard cold truth that all of your friends in these pictures were no longer alive or the thought that you wished you could be too.
“What are you gonna do with those?” A soft voice said lightly from behind you, shivers went up your spin.
“I’m not sure, my suit doesn’t really have any pockets”
“I could uh web them for you, so they stay together for the time being?” He offered, he was anxiously fiddling with his hands, he just had this urge that he wanted to do anything and everything for you.
You turned around to face him “That’s a good idea actually and then i can put them in my boot or something” You handed them to him.
“May i?” he held the photos up, asking if he could look through them first, you gave him a nod of approval. He carefully flipped through them “Is this?” He held the photo down so you could see, it was that photo of Bucky, Steve and you.
You smiled, “Thats Steve and that’s Bucky”
“You three look good for being over hundred”
You laughed “Thanks Parker, i think so to”
He looked like he wanted to ask you something, his eyes searching yours for anything that could tell him it was a bad idea “Do you think we could um, take a picture together, so i could have it for when I’m no longer here?”
The smile that took over your face hurt your cheeks so bad “I’d love that” You reached over to the camera “But we have to take two because i want one to”
You grabbed the camera blowing the dust off of it “I think you should hold it, you have longer arms”
He took it from you, your hands brushing against each other, you stood next to him as he turned the camera around “Are you ready?”
“Yes, say Multiverse”
He laughed “Of course, okay 1.. 2… 3…”
“Multiverse!” You both smiled at the sametime
You held the same pose as he clicked one more, he took one and handed it to you while he took the other, you looked up at him tilting your head to the side, you could help but smile as you watched his eyebrows crease with confusion.
“Is there something on my face?”
“No” you laughed “I was just wondering if you had pockets because” you gestured tochis suit “It doesn’t look like it”
“Oh” he half heartedly laughed “Um i do actually, i didn’t before but i do now, see” He showed you the hidden pocket
“Look!” You beamed showing him your picture of the two of you “It looks good”
“Yeah” He admired it, staring at you now instead of the picture “You look beautiful”
Your head shot up to look at him, you opened your mouth to say something at least you think you would have said something back if your Peter didn’t Interrupt but the truth was how could you when he left you that flustered
“Hey guys, we’re done over here!” He shouted while waving the two of you over.
You both nodded “Could you web this for me?” your voice was timid like a child
“Of course y/n” The way his name rolled off his lips felt like it should be illegal for something as simple as saying your name made you feel. He took the pictures for you, the picture of the two of you now on top of the pile instead of the one with Steve, Bucky and you. He webbed them together in a pile “Here, it should last till this is all over”
“Thank you” You grabbed them stuffing them into the side of your combat boots
He gave you a nod before he gestured to the other two Peters “We should”
“Yeah, we should”
“So why take the pictures with you? Wouldn’t they be safer here?” He questioned
“Well, yes technically they would but in case anything happens, I’d like to have some of my favourite people with me” You gave a side smile
He stopped, putting his arm in front of you “Woah, nothing is gonna happen to you Y/N, I’m going to make sure of that”
“I appreciate that Parker but my luck has to run out at some point I’m just preparing for every outcome” You shrugged.
He knew that feeling, the feeling after a loss of someone you love, the heartbreak of losing someone you love, that hopeless feeling followed by the numbing acceptance of not really caring what happens to yourself anymore because why does it even matter? Why should you be able to save yourself or even try to when you failed to save the one you love. His heart broke thinking of you going through that even though he knew you were, he wanted to do everything he could to pull you out of that darkness, to not let it swallow you whole like it almost did to him. “The only outcome is everyone is safe, no more losses”
You enjoyed the light to Peter, it was something that you observed every Peter had, you admired it. You hoped at some point in your life you’d be able to find that lightness again but you had this darkness inside you that kept telling you that you weren’t even going to live that long. Looking into his eyes, you could see that he was so sure, so positive that everything was going to work out and that helped put you at ease and even give you a little bit of light in all the dark “No more losses” you smiled back.
“Nice of you two to finally join us” The eldest Peter smiled, he had a look in his eyes you couldn’t quite place it was almost like a knowing look.
Your Peter clapped his hands “We’re just waiting for the last cure to finish but the plan I have is to take a video, send it to Jameison telling them where I am, and we wait for them to come, sounds good?” The youngest Peter looked to everyone waiting for confirmation. Everyone nodded agreeing “Good okay, I’m gonna call MJ and Ned let them know the plan and see if he can portal us there, probably easier”
Your Peter went into one of the rooms off to the side to call his best friend as the oldest Peter turned to you “So i know, i got hassled for what i was wearing so i feel it’s fair for me to hassle you.” A small grin on his face “So y/n are you going into battle dressed like you’re going to the gym or?”
You laughed, looking down at your outfit, you had leggings on and your sports bra tank top thing you stole from Natasha years ago “Nope totally not, um i actually forgot i was still wearing this”
“You’re not cold? it’s kinda chilly down here” He questioned
“No, my body adjusts to the temperature to keep me warm”
“Of course it does, but back to the suit thing, do we need to take you somewhere to get it?”
“No, i have it here” You lifted your arms showing him the two small black bracelets on your wrist, you tapped them together once and small black nanobots started to cover your body from your neck to your ankles “See, simple” You put your arms out spinning around
“That nano tech?” Peter 3 asked
“Yup, Tony made it for me”
“That’s so cool”
Your Peter came back “Okay Neds gonna do it any second — Oh good y/n you finally suited up”
“How much longer till that’s done?” You gestured to the final cure, the goblins.
“About 10 minutes give or take”
You nodded “Okay um, i’m just going to make a quick call okay?”
“Do i need to be worried about anything y/n?” You Peter’s voice was soft
“No Pete, just going to call a friend, I’ll be out front” You started walking back up the stairs, taking your phone off the counter where you left it.
You had a plan and you weren’t even sure if it was going to work, but if it did, if you lived through this maybe this could be your second chance, if you even deserved one of those and you weren’t sure if you did but he made you feel like you did.
You still had so many loose ends in your century long life and you weren’t even sure if you’d be able to snip those ends off but all you knew is one particular string was pulling you tightly and securely in another direction while others were fraying.
You knew you weren’t thinking logically about your plan, you weren’t even sure if he’d be okay with it or if you could pull it off but you had to try.
You made it a good distance from the house before clicking on Sam’s name, hitting call.
Masterlist|A/N: Will not follow NWH story line to a T, Ill try my best to stick to the MCU timeline but if I don’t, sorry!
“I love him, but I will always love you more”
Bucky was your everything, you fought teeth and nail till he was free from his own mind, so you could finally have your chance to be together, because surely the fact you were both alive in 2024 it had to be destiny.. right? But then he broke your heart and everything you thought you knew with it, will some boy from another universe be able to pick up the pieces you wanted sobadlytoburry
A/N: Some TASMPeter x reader time in this one! Gotta build that bond some how, theres a teeny tiny parallel in this between both relationships bucky x reader established one and tasm!peter x reader building one, its small but got me good
“Should we really be leaving him Buck? I can’t help but have this feeling that —“
“Steve’s smart, he’ll be okay, i promise”
You nibbled on your nail, as Bucky led you away from the Stark expo, arm around your shoulder “I know he’s smart, i just, what if by some miracle they accept him? Then i’ll be losing both of my boys”
“Woah” He stopped in his tracks moving to stand in front of you “You’re never gonna lose me doll”
You kept your gaze down “You don’t know that Buck” your voice barely above a whisper
He placed his fingers just under your chin, guiding you to look up at him, once your eyes connected, his hand was on your cheek “I promise y/n, you will never lose me.”
“How do you know that? Y-you cant promise me that, its to unpredictable”
He grabbed your hand like it was a delicate flower “You have this” he placed it in the middle of his chest, you could feel his heart beating “You will always have this and because of that i’ll always find my way back to you doll, i promise” He held his pinky out
You nodded, connecting yours with his, a tear rolling down your cheek, you wanted to believe him so badly, you truly did but a small sliver of you knew it was too good to be true “Okay Buck”
He placed his forehead against yours “You and me till the end of the line doll”
Your legs were dangling off the roof, your phone lingering in your right hand. Your left is hovering over your heart.
Taking a deep breath you opened your call log, every single one was highlighted in red “Missed call Bucky Barnes” the last time he tried to call was over a week ago, he stopped leaving voicemails because your box was full.
You had this feeling inside you that this was gonna be your last fight, the final fight. Just like a year ago was the final fight for some of your teammates.
The phone started ringing, you held it to your ear and on the second ring you heard banging, a door shut before his voice came through the speakers “Y/n?”
You didn’t say anything your voice caught in your throat.
He could hear you breathing “Doll, please say something, anything”
Your mouth opened and shut numerous times, no words came out.
“I lov — “ He started but you never stuck around to hear the rest before hitting the big red button.
God, you were so stupid.
Two steps forward and one step back right?
Did you even take two steps forward? You had to of because this was most definitely one giant leap fucking back.
You could feel someone else coming up from behind you.
“Hey are you okay? I know we don’t know each other but i just cant help but feel a…” The tallest Peter started
“A connection” You both spoke at the same time, you watched his eyes light up and you gave him a small smile, you patted down on the roof beside you.
He eagerly accepted the invitation, you couldn’t help but shiver at the pure sunshine that radiated off of him, you could feel how pure and good he was, like your own Peter but this was different you could feel a longing for something, you could feel all the love he had to give like he was going explode at the seams but that spandex suit was holding it all together.
“I think it’s because of Peter” Your voice was soft, almost getting lost in the breeze
“Hmm?” His brows furrowed together
“The connection, it’s because of Peter. Him and I are…” Clearing your throat “Were close, and i can’t help but feel despite the different universe and all, that connection still there”
He nodded “It makes sense, definitely not the craziest idea out there”
“A couple years ago, maybe more than a couple actually. Nat, an old friend of mine, we were the only girls on the team so we’d have these girl days” You smiled at the memories “We both never got the chance to do all that girly stuff, so it was nice to just have dedicated time to that when we were not …”
“Save the world?” Peter chimed in, his dimples poking through
Laughing you continued “And we’d talk about all we all got here, to that exact moment in time, that maybe we all had these strings attached to us pulling us together. We all just had the same agenda, we all just wanted to help, to make the world a better, safer place. It was a connection we all just shared and I think that’s what made us work so well, because when that metaphorical string started to stray, it tore us apart and we lost.” You hung your head, staring at your lap “I’d like to think that connection carries through to other universe to and maybe it can pull us back together too”
He nodded “I like that idea, I don’t see why it couldn’t. When i lost Gwen, i was so mad at the universe it was so unfair but as the years went on i just kept hoping if the multiverse was real, which it clearly is” he gestured to everything around him “That if there was other me’s out there, they got there happy ending even if i didn’t, and it’s refreshing to see that they did”
“Maybe you just haven’t met your ‘MJ’ yet”
He was staring directly at the side of your face, admiring the way the moonlight shined off of it “Maybe”
“Ill manifest it for you Parker, you deserve your happy ending”
“So do you y/n”
You nodded, staying silent, watching your Peter lead Mj and Ned to the start of the tree line.
“You never answered my question y/n, are you okay?”
A shaky breath left your throat “Honestly? I dont think ill ever be okay, i’m not even sure if i even wanna bother trying, because i keep trying and trying to do good, to save people” You sighed feeling water well up in your eyes, as you turned to look at him “I’ve just had enough, i know this is selfish, i do but i’ve been giving for years” A tear rolled down your cheek “And i-i just wanna take, why can’t i have that” You pointed towards Peter, MJ and Ned who were hugging goodbye before they stepped through the portal that would keep them safe.
“I ask myself the same thing all the time, more so now that I’m here and see both the other Peters have someone, they made it work” He was fiddling with his hands “I keep wondering, racking my brain to where i went wrong”
You nodded in agreement wiping your tear away “Love just isn’t enough sometimes i guess”
He swallowed back all the thoughts of Gwen that were threatening to spill over “It should be though, why isn’t it?”
You shrugged placing a piece of hair behind your ear “I’ve been asking myself that for years”
He smiled down at his lap, this was so easy with you he thought “Yeah i heard, your old like old old” he tried lightening the mood
You laughed tossing your head back, as you bumped his shoulder with yours “You might be from a different universe but that’s not how we talk to the ladies here”
He was flirting, he doesn’t even remember the last time he flirted with someone but he knew for sure he wanted to hear that laugh again.
He laughed with you, raising his hands in defeat “Sorry sorry, my bad, i forget sometimes, it’s been awhile”
“I’ll let it slide just this once because you are right, I am old, who told you? Pete or his sidekick”
“His sidekick”
“See that’s why i don’t have one of those” You laughed “why? you wanna know my story or something?”
“I mean i can’t help but be curious about the most beautiful girl here”
You smiled, a blush creeping on your cheeks “Parker, if you haven’t noticed I’m the only girl here” you gestured to the surrounding area now that MJ was gone.
He cleared his throat before giving you a shy smile “I meant in this universe”
You head snapped forward and a gust a wind blew by causing shivers up your spine
He laughed “Was that you cause i’m thinking that was y —“
“You wanna hear it or you gonna keep talking?” Your tone was playful, a grin took over his face not that it ever left you dont think, he turned his whole body, sitting crossed legged to face you, his head resting in his right palm, as the stars shone off his eyes, you swallowed, your mouth suddenly dry “Well i was born June 3rd 1920, in New York. Um I met Bucky and Steve in 1930, we were inseparable yknow, Bucky and Steve went off to war, both perished or so we thought, obviously wasn’t true”
You were leaving out a lot but it wasn’t because you didn’t trust Peter you had just met him only hours earlier but because you were scared, that burning feeling was melting your heart back together, you were scared because it was happening too fast, too easily “After i found out about Steve it was 1945, i just remember running to our spot, i cried for hours, i must have fallen asleep, the next morning, i woke up here” You pointed to the house below you “And it was 2012”
His mouth dropped “And w-what about your powers?”
You shrugged “I woke up with those to, Bruce, um a really really smart man, he said i must have been born with it, something about my family’s bloodline and that traumatic event triggered it and” you used your hand to gesture to everything “mother nature felt i needed to be protected because whatever i have is sacred, or that i wasn’t needed yet because everyone has a purpose, a timeline and this was mine i guess”
“Like your destiny”
You nodded “Something like that”
He lifted his head out of his palm “So let me get this straight, you” he pointed at you “Plus your two best friends all born over a hundred years ago, all happened to get super powers, and miraculously cross paths again in the 20th century?”
“Yup” you smiled popping the P
He made the gesture of his mind exploding with a whooshing noise “My universe is so lame compared to yours”
“I dont think thats a bad thing, plus can’t be that boring it has you” This time you seen his face colour change to match the red on his suit
“That was smooth y/n, So where’s your other two hundred year old friends?” He could feel your heart rate speed up, you started to shift, fuck he thought, he went too far “You dont have to anwser that im sor -“
You put your hand up “Its fine, um Steve went back to the 1940s to be with Peggy, a girl, And Bucky he’s still here we just, we don’t talk anymore” You shrugged
His mouth went lopsided “Im sorry y/n”
“Its fine”
“You say that a lot”
“Because everything is fine, it’s always fine”
He placed his hand on yours that was resting in your lap “You deserve —“
A cough came from below “Hey are you two coming? I have a plan!” Your Peter was sticking his head out the window below.
Peter 3 pulled his hand off your almost immediately “Yeah, yup were coming”
“Cool” Your Peter gave you a thumbs up before pulling his head back inside the window.
“I forgot to ask” Peter 3 started, offering a hand to pull you up, you gladly took “How did you even get up here?”
“Um the air?”
“The air?”
“Yeah like i just” You moved your hands around him and he was suddenly floating
“Holy shit”
You laughed putting him back down.
“You have got to be the most amazing girl i’ve ever met, that was wow, you have to show me more”
The door clicked shut, the rain stopped pattering on the windows, but god was the air in here thick. You don’t know why you were surprised being stuck in a room with two Peters, it was of course going to be awkward, it was in their nature.
“So, you have super powers?”
You looked away from the door landing on the voice of the Spider man that stitched you up “Yup”
“That’s so cool” He grinned, his eyes lighting up like a child on christmas, it made something warm run through your veins.
“I mean, you have ’super powers’ too”
He nodded “Yes but, i hear your’s are better”
You let a smile take over your face “Well, too bad we couldn’t swap for a day to put that theory to the test”
“Crazier things have happened” The older Spiderman in the corner pipped in.
“Yeah, what’s going on?” you gesture between them
“Well, i can’t tell you, your Peter’s side but i was just doing my nightly patrol and next thing i knew it was day time, i was here, and it wasn’t my New York anymore”
You turned your head to the older Peter “About the same for me, i wasn’t doing patrol though, can i ask you something?”
“Yeah of course”
“Do you know how time works here? Because I have someone back home - in my universe, and it’s always been almost a full day since –”
“A full day? You’ve been here twenty four hours already?” You stood up clutching your side, walking towards the window.
The two Peters looked frantically at each other like they just got your Peter in trouble.
“H-he tried to call you earlier but we told him n-not t —“
You peaked over your shoulder “Lying for him already Parker?“
“W-what no!”
You tried to open the window but struggled because of your wound, tall Peter rushed over to help you. He moved to
lean against the window sill as you stuck your hand outside, closing your eyes “Time moves faster here, a minute there is an hour here, vise versa” Your eyes shot open, they were glowing white.
“Holy shi -“ The Peters spoke together, their voices blending as you listened to the universe, your universe.
The door opened and your Peter rushed in, followed by Ned and MJ, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. His senses are going off the chart “What’s going on?!” he frantically looked around till he zeroed in on you. Eyes white, with your hand out the window vibrating ever so slightly.
“We don’t know, she wanted the window open then she stuck her hand out, closed her eyes said something about time here and boom, her eyes were white”
Your Peter rushed over to you, being careful because of your wound, slightly shaking you “Y/n?! Y/n?! What’s going on?”
You could hear the chatter around you, making out the sound waves of each voice but your consciousness was to far gone to fully hear what was going on but you could sense the anxiety in the room but you were so close so you kept going till you saw it.
The multiverse was breaking apart, tearing at the seams. You could see each crack in the timeline, each cracking coming from your universe and Peter took part in delivering the final blow.
You heard a small voice that you could make out Peter’s, your Peters “You’re scaring me y/n, please stop”
Your eyes closed shut before reopening focusing on everyone in the room, as you tried to keep your balance.
“What was that?” Peter’s voice was quiet
“The multiverse is shattered” You voice was quiet, in complete disbelief of how reckless you all were.
Your Peter placed his hands on his hips “Well, yeah” he gestured to the two other Spiderman’s standing behind him “That’s why they’re here”
“No Pete, that’s not at all what i meant” You ran your hand through your hair “God this is so bad Peter, have you heard from Strange?”
Peter turned to look at Ned and MJ, all of their faces had guilt written all over them “About that”
“What’d you do Pete? I need the full story now, this is so bad”
Peter 3 stepped from out behind your Peter “I hate to interrupt but your bleeding, you must of ripped your stitches”
You looked down and sure enough you were bleeding through your bandages “Screw this” you mumbled, ripping the white wrap off, you started pulling out stitches, holding back your tears.
“Woah woah woah, no no” . Fluffy hair Peter started waving his hands at you.
Your Peter put his hand out to stop him “No shes gonna heal them”
“How is that” he pointed towards you ripping out the final stitch “Gonna heal them”
“Just watch”
And he did, they all did as you closed your eyes, a small humming noise came from your throat, only the three with heightened senses picked it up as a glow started to illuminate from your hands, you skin started glowing around the claw marks in your skin and it slowly started to mend back together, leaving scars in there place.
Your Peter moved to stand by you because he knew after this was done you were going to be exhausted, last time this happened Peter almost didn’t catch you as you were falling from the side of a building after you finished healing Tony.
“Holy shit”
“Yeah, what he said?” The eldest Peter pointed towards Peter 3, stunned.
Your eyes opened and you started leaning backwards but a firm figure caught you “Thanks Pete”
“Let’s get you to the couch, i have a lot to tell you”
“That you do”
“That was so cool Miss. Y/L/N!”
You chuckled sitting on the couch “Thanks Ned”
“So, start talking”
And he did, like he always did, everything meshed into one giant sentence but you’ve known Peter long enough to sort the story out in your head.
Rubbing your temples “You’re telling me Strange, our Doctor Strange cast a spell for you, because everyone knows who you are and you couldn’t get into MIT because of it? And everyone that knows Peter Parker is Spiderman from other universes, is here?”
He nodded “Its not as bad as it sounds, I have a plan”
You ignored him, your mind racing to try and put the pieces together “Wait, so where is Strange?”
“Well um, i kind of left him in the Mirror Dimension”
“I can’t believe this” You placed your head in your hands, shaking your head
“I know its bad y/n, I messed up so bad, but I’m gonn –”
You stood up, heading towards the door, you were about to have a full blown panic attack and the only person you wanted to call right now was Bucky, and you knew you couldn’t do that, you shouldn’t do that but you were going to cave.
“Y/n, please don’t go i need your help, i do - “
‘“I’m not gonna leave you Pete, I promise. I just need a minute, this is a lot.” You reached for his shoulder giving it a small squeeze “Plus you need to get them” you pointed at Ned and MJ “Somewhere safe, and that isn’t here”
MJ started shaking her head “Nuh huh, were staying right here”
You peaked over his shoulder towards them “Unless either of you have any super powers, or abilities i’m not aware of then you go, i’m not gonna be responsible for someone else’s blood on my hands” with that you shut the door behind you, making your way to the roof.
“She’s so cool” Ned breathed out
MJ turned to him “She just kicked us out”
Ned nodded vigorously “Yeah, we just got kicked out of an Avenger safe house by an Avenger, so cool”
She gave a small smile “Kinda cool”
Peter 1 turned towards them “She’s right though, you guys should go somewhere that isn’t anywhere near all of this”
“I can portal us to my Lola’s”
MJ lifted up Doctor Strange’s box “But were taking this with us”
Masterlist|A/N: Will not follow NWH story line to a T, Ill try my best to stick to the MCU timeline but if I don’t, sorry!
“I love him, but I will always love you more”
Bucky was your everything, you fought teeth and nail till he was free from his own mind, so you could finally have your chance to be together, because surely the fact you were both alive in 2024 it had to be destiny.. right? But then he broke your heart and everything you thought you knew with it, will some boy from another universe be able to pick up the pieces you wanted sobadlytoburry
“You can’t honestly be thinking of signing this y/n?” Steve was pacing as he held up the Sokovia Accords.
“What’s so bad about wanting to keep this” you pointed to all the Avengers in the room “Together, we do this together but i think the best way to fight those is to stay together, so we figure a way out“
“One hand on the wheel” Natasha smiled, nodding towards you
Steve ignored her “Y/n, if we sign these we’d be signing ourselves over to people like Hydra, the ones that took Bucky”
“How dare you bring Bucky into this” You pointed at Steve “This has nothing to do with him!”
He dropped the accords on the table “This has everything to do with him, he wouldn’t want you to sign this y/n! I don’t want you to sign this, we’re all we have left!” His features softened when he watched you flitch at his tone, lowering his voice he continued “Which is why we gotta stay together y/n”
“Give me a break Cap” Tony placed his drink down pinching his nose “If Y/n wants to sign let her sign” He came over and gave your shoulder a squeeze “At least one of you old timers seems to have a solid head on their shoulders”
Steve’s jaw clenched “Governments are run by people with agendas, and agendas change.”
Present
“Are you sure this is it? Its like in the middle of nowhere”
You nodded, grabbing cash out of your pocket “Yeah, this is it”
“I can take you further if you want”
Giving him a $100 bill, you shook your head “Its fine, thank you”
“Superheroes,” he muttered under his breath before driving back down the mainroad.
You watched the lights fade as you started walking forward, the gravel road crunching under your shoes.
You always loved nature, even before you found out what you were capable of. It was always a safe space for you, no judgement, just peace and quiet. You always wondered if maybe that was why you were gifted the way you were, your Grandmother before she passed when you were 10 she used to tell you all the time about how you were destined for great things, that she saw the life you were destined to live, and she told you to keep pushing through that the sun would shine upon you.
At the time you thought it was due to old age because that was crazy, but it turns out it wasn’t but you were still waiting for the sun to shine because all you could see was clouds and even now out in nature your mind was plagued with old memories invading your every thought, and never usually the good kind.
The Accords were what tore the team apart and you couldn’t help but think if you wouldnt of signed them then maybe things between Bucky and you would have been different, maybe Steve wouldn’t have left and maybe you wouldn’t be as alone as you were now. .
You were jittering, wrapping your arms around yourself to comfort you from your own mind.
Why were you so anxious? It was just Peter, young sweet Peter.
Peter Parker the one you haven’t seen or reached out to since Tony’s funeral and that was what 7 or 8 months ago, it had to have been almost a year. Time was flying by and you were doing nothing but watching it.
You should have checked up on him, it’s what Tony wanted you to do, he didn’t ask anything of you in his letter to you from his will he pretty much handed over ‘Superhero parent guardianship over the creepy crawler’ to you and you failed him.
But you had to try to give yourself the benefit of the doubt right? Because you were on your way to help him now, that has to count for something. And Tony didn’t know Steve was going to leave and Bucky was going to take half of you with him, abandoning the rest on the side of the road like excess baggage.
Your thoughts were loud but nothing was as loud as the rustling you heard coming from the bushes.
You froze “Who’s there” you lifted your hand up letting it illuminate light so you could see better “I’m not going to ask again”
You used your other hand to wave the trees to sway to the left, you saw glowing eyes staring back at you “Is that a threat?” was all your heard before a giant fucking lizard charged at you, his claw got your side before you had time to react fully.
“What the — “ You screamed, using the air around you to swirl around whatever the heck that thing was, lifting him off the ground and sending it far away from you. You heard it shouting at you as strong gusts of wind carried the creature with it.
You laid there clutching your side, panting. Staring up at the stars “Was that my punishment for not checking up on Pete?” You asked absolutely no one, but a small breeze made the bushes to the right of you sway, showing a dim light illuminating in the distance.
The house.
You grunted pushing yourself up “Was totally my punishment” you mumbled under your breath, as you limped towards the house.
“We could ask for more help”
“We have 3 Spidermans. What more help could we use?”
Ned shrugged “Other Avengers, there still some left with cool powers”
Peter 2 and 3 shared a confused look “Avengers?” Peter 2 questioned.
Peter 1’s eyes opened in shock “Neither of you have the Avengers?” he pointed between them “Thor? Captain America? Iron man?”
Peter 3 shook his head “Are they a band? Those are some awesome names”
Peter shook his head vigorously “No there earth’s mightiest heroes! I can’t believe you don’t have them”
The older Peter stepped forward “Will they help us? The more the merrier”
Ned cleared his throat “Well, lots of them are uh dead after Thanos, or off world, retired or gone rogue” he paused “But I know there’s for sure three that could help!”
The youngest Peter brought his eyebrows together “H-how do you know that?”
He shrugged “I tapped into one of your phone calls with Happy by accident”
“We’ll deal with that later but i could ask Y/n but i don’t know if she’ll answer she’s been distant since Mr.Stark”
“Drama in the superhero world?” Ned asked eagerly crossing his arms
“What about the other two?” Peter 3 questioned, ignoring Ned.
“I’m not, um close with them, I kicked their bu - ass’s one time in a fight and well i just don’t think that would go over very well”
Peter reached into his pocket grabbing his phone, staring at your number, he was hesitant he hasn’t spoken to you in months. It almost felt wrong bringing you into his mess, a mess that wouldn’t have happened if he went to you first.
“Hey Pete, you don’t have to do this” MJ reached over placing her hand in his
He gave her a soft smile “Yeah i do” he pressed on your number, it rang a few times he didn’t expect you to answer so fast “Y/n, I-I need your help, i mes -” he got up, leaving the room.
“So, Avengers” The older Peter tried to ease the silence after Peter 1 left
“Yeah what kind of powers does y/n have? Is she super strong, or fast, or is she magic too?” Peter 3 quipped excitedly
“Oh she has the coolest powers!” Ned started his eyes wide with excitement “She controls everything”
“Everything?” The Peters said in together
“Yeah like, the elements she can do whatever she wants with them, or like everything that has matter i think, i’m honestly not really sure that’s just what i’ve seen online” He shrugged casual
“That sure is something” The eldest Peter said in awe
“How do you get powers like that? Like did she get knocked over by the wind or something” Peter 3 quipped
“Uh no it’s actually super sad and complicated, they have her story in the smithsonian Peter knows it better then me, he wouldn’t stop bugging her for months about it, i think she was chosen? like by the earth or nature like the earth incubated her in the 40s after Captain America died, then she just showed up out of -“.
This universe Peter entered the room, Ned stopped talking almost immediately. Peter kept his phone in his hand, his eyes still lingering on it, he didn’t have to have the senses he did to know all the eyes were on him awaiting an answer, he cleared his throat “She’s on her way”
“That’s great! I’ve always wanted to meet her, this is so cool she’s like my 3rd favourite Avenger, well i guess she’s first now ever since –”
“Ned.” MJ glared at him, nudging him to stop.
“Oh, sorry dude”
Peter 1 waved it off “Just don’t bring up the Avengers okay? Especially Captain America and Sergeant Barnes, Please” His eyes looked over everyone, he received nods from everyone even though two of them in the room had no idea who they were. He knew Steve leaving was hard on you, that’s what Happy kept telling him about why you needed space from everything but then Peter read online about how the Falcon and Winter soldier were doing missions together and you weren’t there. So he knew something more was going on.
He sighed, rubbing his hands down his face, hoping that with y/n helping a weight would be lifted off his shoulders.
“You know you can talk to us right? I mean at the end of all this we won’t even be here in this universe anymore, and we don’t even know any of these people so we are not biassed towards anyone” Peter 3 offered a kind smile.
Peter thought about it before opening his mouth “It’s just there’s no one left, before it was so amazing, the avengers we were such a good team, i mean from the experience i have and i was only close with Mr. Stark and Y/N but from the stories they told me it was just like the best and now its all gone, everyones well gone” He paused before taking a seat on the couch next to MJ “There’s only a handful of us left and were divided again, not that we were even a team to start with and i just feel this weight on my shoulders, like i have these shoes to fill, there big shoes, and I know everyone has their own things to deal with and y/n has a lot going on, but i should have called her sooner, it’s just a mess, everything is a mess” he paused looking up at everyone “I have to fix it”
Before anyone could respond there was a knock at the door, Peter paused jumping off the chair “That must be her” he walked towards the door.
“That was oddly fast” Peter 3 spoke to no one in particular
“They’re called super heros for a reason” Ned laughed
Peter took a big breath before opening the door revealing you clutching your side “Hi Pete” you offered him a smile that most certainly did not reach your eyes.
His eyes shot down to your side, he quickly ushered you inside “W-what happened? Your bleeding” He wrapped his arm around your waist as you hobbled further inside.
“You weren’t kidding” You let out an airy laugh as your eyes scanned the room, just as you rounded the corner, 8 pairs of eyes peering into you.
“Are you okay?” An older gentleman wearing a suit shot up.
“Yeah there’s just like a giant lizard running around, and I was just not paying attention, distracted” you gestured to your head. ”It’s fine really, I just need the first aid kit over there” You pointed towards the bathroom.
The tallest Spider Man wasted no time in running over to retrieve it, as you took your arm off your side, you unzipped your jacket, your white shirt was now stained red.
“Why weren’t you wearing your suit y/n!” Your Peter raised his voice slightly “Mr. Stark said —“
“Do you wear yours everywhere you go?” You cut him off giving him a slight shove “And i do have it” you raised your arm showing him the bracelet around your left wrist “I just didn’t have time to activate it because i was caught off guard by a giant lizard” you took your white top off, just in your black sports bra now “Oh wow he got me good” 2 big gashes a couple inches long grazed your side.
The middle Peter was frantically going through the kit “I’m so sorry, i’ve been there” he pointed at your wound “It sucks, c- can i?”
You nodded, as he started to disinfect the wound “So this is quite a mess hey”
His eyes shot down to his feet “I know, I’m so –”
You put your hand up “Don’t apologise Pete, people make mistakes things happen, it’s okay” a shaky breath left your throat as the middle Peter brought out a needle to stitch you up.
“How can you say that? This is all my fault”
“We all make mistakes, but we fix them or we try our best to, that’s what matters”
“Mr. Stark would have been so mad at me”
“Yeah, he would have been” Peter’s eyes suddenly left yours, you reached your hand out to grab his “But he made so many mistakes to Pete, please stop being so hard on yourself, nobody’s perfect”
“An Avenger should be, i need to do better”
You smiled “The Avengers were far from perfect, they are probably the most imperfect group of heroes ever” Peter 3 was now bandaging your side, he gave you a slight nod as he finished.
“Thank you” You gave him the best smile you could but he didn’t even have to know you like your Peter did to see how it didn’t reach your eyes.
He felt flustered for the first time in a long time as your big ocean eyes stared into his, he scratched the back of his head “It’s not a problem really, he is my villain and all” he felt his heart slightly break as you turned to face your Peter again.
“So, are you gonna fill me in i have no idea what’s going on and why there’s two other versions of you standing in a safe house i swore id never come back to”
Peter’s mouth felt open as he looked around and he pointed at the ground “This is the…?” He trailed off knowing if his thoughts were true he wouldn’t need to finish
You nodded before you could answer another voice piped in.
“Wait, you don’t know what’s going on? You haven’t seen the news but your an Ave —“
“Ned” Peter’s and MJ voices meshed into one
Peters eyes looked back to you, you could see the sincerity in them “It’s fine Pete, uh no i haven’t seen the news, i’ve been out of the loop for awhile” You could feel your heart rate rise as it suddenly started raining outside, all eyes were on you as you swallowed the lump in your throat, 3 people in this room could surely hear how your heart rate picked up and 1 for sure knew that the rain outside wasn’t a confidence.
You could tell Peter was having an internal battle with himself, he reached out and gave your hand a squeeze before turning to his two friends “Can i uh, talk to you two outside?”
“Us?” MJ pointed between Ned and her
Peter nodded, walking towards the front door.
“But it’s raining”
Peters eyes went back to you “Not for long”
The two of them reluctantly got up, you closed your eyes again, you haven’t been so out of control of your powers in a long time, you were better than this, but were you really?
You couldn’t think of a good memory anymore to calm you down because they were all tainted.
A/N: I don’t normally write nsfw spidey things but my fingers just wouldn’t stop typing so please do forgive me… not any actual smut, just lots of flirting and implications of sexual favors
It was strange, but for some reason, you found complete comfort in the simplicity that was Peter Parker. He lived in a small apartment with his Aunt May in Forest Hills, went to Midtown High, and at first glance, seemed like your typical teenage boy. May worked as an ER nurse and Peter kept up on his studies, proving to be a straight A student who succeeded not only in school, but in extracurriculars and academic teams as well. He liked science and math, he was really good at building robots, and he thoroughly enjoyed memorizing equations. When he wasn’t acing his tests, he spent his free time building LEGOs and watching Star Wars in his apartment or walking through town and debating between eating pizza or sub sandwiches. He had a messy bedroom cluttered with dirty laundry, an assortment of different computer parts, and countless science textbooks and academic journals. Three months ago, when you first started dating Peter Parker, this is the boy you thought you knew.
Your life, however, felt like the complete opposite. Being the daughter of Tony Stark, your day to day was far from simple. You lived in Stark Tower with Tony, cooped up on a floor with everything you could ever want or need, a master bedroom with a flat screen television, personal jacuzzi, walk in closet, arcade- you name it, Tony had it. School proved to be a breeze, and you had your MIT valedictorian of a father to thank for that, leaving you plenty of time for your own sort of extracurriculars. Rather than hang out at school and build lousy robots with Peter Parker, you’d much rather go to the lab and work on some high tech AI coding, super suit dynamics, or machine prototypes with your dad and the other avengers. He often urged you not to get too involved for your own safety, but you found yourself growing close with Bruce and Sam, bonding over your shared love for innovation. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t take after your father.
However, months passed, and the more time you spent with Peter Parker, the more you caught onto the fact that his life might not have been as normal as you initially thought it was. He kept disappearing randomly, ghosting you on planned dates, or not showing up at school. At first you thought he was just nervous, or maybe he didn’t really like you, but upon further investigation, it was evident. His life was just as crazy as yours. Although you thought it was weird that he never bothered telling you he was Spider-Man, and even weirder he didn’t inform you that he previously knew your dad, you almost liked the fact that you could share your secret world of superhero knowledge with him. You found yourselves relating to each other by joking about Steve’s old fashioned manners or Natasha’s resting bitch face. Although, other times also through confiding secret fears or discussing worst possible outcomes.
Tonight was one of the latter, you and Peter talking on the phone despite the time reading two in the morning, him trying to ease your anxiety. “It’s just been a couple days and Tony’s still not back yet…” you sighed, shrouded by your blankets, the soft glow of your phone illuminating the dark room. “He’s with Sam and he’s probably going to be just fine, but I’m still scared. And I know, I know. I’m not supposed have knowledge about those affiliated with the mission or his location, but sometimes I just can’t help but worry.”
“It must be hard,” Peter hummed in sympathy. “I’m sorry you have to go through that. May feels the same way about me.”
You paused for a moment. “I know it’s a horrible thing to think, and I’m probably just psyching myself out but-” your voice caught, shaking your head, closing your eyes. “Sometimes I wonder what if one day he just doesn’t come back.”
“Hey,” Peter hushed. “Try not to think about that, okay? He’s Iron Man, y/n, he’s fought alien monsters and literal gods, he should be just fine. Mr. Stark never goes down without a fight, he’ll be back. I’m sure of it.”
“I just can’t sleep not knowing,” you confessed, feeling sorry for dragging Peter into your own personal troubles. “I don’t know, I’m sorry… I’m probably keeping you up, and you have a calc test tomorrow-”
“No, no, don’t apologize, you’re okay,” your sweet boyfriend insisted. He paused, listening to your heavy breathing. “Do you want me to come over?”
“W-what?” you asked, confused.
“I know it’s late but if it would make you feel better, I can come over,” Peter offered. “I’ll just come to your window and you can let me in that way. I can keep you company, you can talk to me, or we can watch a movie to get your mind off things, I don’t know. Only if you want to.”
“You’d do that for me?” you wondered, growing soft at his words.
“I just don’t want you to be sad,” he explained. “And I know it’s hard with your dad being gone and all, and sure Pepper’s there, but I know you’ve never really been that close with her, and I just- I don’t know. I feel like you’re lonely, and I want to help.”
“Yeah, thank you,” you gave a soft smile. “I mean, if you want to, I wouldn’t fight you on it.”
“Just be sure to disarm FRIDAY before I come,” he reminded. “I don’t need your dad putting bars on your windows the next time I try to visit you like this.”
“Oh right!” you suddenly came to the realization. “Smart. I’ll go do that now.”
“Cool, I’ll see you in a few. Don’t miss me too much,” he teased.
“Hey, be safe! No texting and swinging!” you reminded playfully as you hung up and instantly got to work, shedding your sheets and grabbing your laptop, sliding back into bed and working out some coding.
Just as Tony had previously set up a baby monitor protocol on Peter’s suit, he had likewise set up parental controls through FRIDAY on all of your tower floor. You learned this when you tried to sneak out to a party Tony specifically forbid you from going to, and when you finally reached the elevator doors, FRIDAY locked you inside and you had to wait for Tony to come and get you. Since then, you’d been smart enough to disarm the system anytime you left your room after curfew or got into any other business Tony would obviously disapprove of. Spider-Man sneaking through your window at two in the morning to give you comfort cuddles? Probably something your father would disapprove of.
Peter tapped twice and waved, you rolling your eyes and laughing, motioning for him to come in before he slid up the glass of your window and crawled through, brushing off his suit and tugging off his mask, smiling once he clearly saw you sitting in bed, wearing one of his hoodies, grinning back at him.
“Hey Spidey,” you beamed, watching as he walked over towards your bed, kissing you softly. He tasted sweet, like candy, and you melted into the kiss, grabbing the back of his head and staying there for a moment before pulling away. He gave the best kisses.
“Heard someone needed some cheering up,” he whispered, tossing his mask on your night stand as you made grabby hands begging him to crawl into bed with you. He chuckled, giving in and situating himself underneath your covers awkwardly. You laughed alongside him, tugging him closer, pulling the sheets up over both of you, initially wincing at how cold his suit was when you went to wrap your arms around him.
“You’re freezing, Peter,” you hissed and he chuckled, rolling his eyes.
“It was windy outside, alright?” he sighed. “Come warm me up.”
“Well come closer, doofus,” you chuckled. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him, your head resting against his shoulder, arm draped over his chest, fingers playing with locks of his hair. Your voice grew to a soft whisper. “Thanks for coming, baby.”
“Anything for you, love,” he insisted, his hand rubbing soft circles on the small of your back. The room grew quiet, his hands trailing up and down your back, your fingers brushing through his messy brown locks, both of you simply enjoying each other’s company. At some point you both fell asleep, soft snores dissipating throughout the room, holding each other.
In the morning, Peter begrudgingly convinced himself he had to get up and get ready for school, kissing you on the forehead and reassuring he’d see you at lunch later that day. You groaned yourself, realizing you should probably get up and resume FRIDAY’s commands before Pepper or Happy got suspicious as to why she wasn’t giving them any updates on your morning status. You took a shower and threw on some clothes, getting ready for the school day, smiling once you saw Peter waiting for you by your locker, a Starbucks cup in his hand.
“What’s this?” you couldn’t help but laugh in surprise.
“Well I know you were sad last night and again, I just wanted to cheer you up,” he shrugged, and you found it adorable that you had been dating for going on four months now and he still got flustered being around you. “I know you like the pink one with the strawberries and the coconuts, but they were out, so I got you a peach lemonade instead, I hope that’s okay-”
“It’s wonderful, Peter,” you insisted, taking a sip and smiling fondly at your boyfriend. “Thank you. For everything. Really.”
“Damn Peter, you’re buying y/n Starbucks now?” Ned approached both of you. “You never buy me Starbucks.”
“I’m not dating you, Ned,” Peter narrowed his eyes, laughing.
“You don’t have to kiss me to buy me a cold brew,” Ned sighed.
“Anyways,” you rolled your eyes at the two boys quarreling. “You ready for that calculus exam?”
“I studied all night,” Ned smiled. “I’ve got this one down. How about you, Parker? I bet you were up late last night studying too, huh?”
“Up late last night,” you agreed. “I don’t know about studying though.”
Ned’s eyes went wide and both you and Peter laughed, the bell ringing and all of you walking to your classes. As they day went by, you started to find your mind lingering back to your dad. As much of an asshole as he was sometimes, and as overbearing and overprotective as he could get, you really did love him and care about him. Others would probably call you lame, but you really did see Tony as one of your best friends. He helped you build amazing inventions, supported you in all your academic endeavors, and did his best to look out for you. Whenever he was gone on missions for longer than a week, you always started to get worried as far as whether or not he would come back.
Peter could sense your anxiety, trying to lighten your mood with jokes or place a hand on your shoulder as a sign of affection. Afterschool he approached you, clutching onto the straps of his backpack, seeming nervous. “I’m sorry you’ve had such a rough day. I was thinking we could take your mind off of things and you could spend the night at my place tonight?” he offered.
“Really?” your eyes lit up, thinking how you would love more than anything to get out and do something tonight. Nothing was worse than staying at home and wallowing in your feelings.
“Yeah,” he gave a soft smile, thinking about how adorable you looked when you got excited. “Aunt May is working night shift so maybe, if it’s cool with you, we can grab a pizza, play some video games, and then watch a movie?”
“Of course,” he insisted. “And we can stop somewhere on the way home to grab some snacks too.”
“I’ll give Pepper a call and ask if I can stay over tonight, I’ll probably just say I’m with Gwen or something,” you grinned. “She’ll say yes, she usually lets me have free rein whenever Tony’s out of town.”
“Awesome,” Peter beamed.
Sure enough, you found the two of you hours later on the floor of his bedroom, eyes fixated on a television screen, playing Mario Kart and chowing down on some pepperoni pizza and cherry slushies. It was practically a ritual for you to hang out with Peter on weekends. As long as he didn’t have an academic decathlon the next morning, Aunt May let you stay as late as you wanted on Fridays. Saturdays you spent fooling around in the lab working on suit modifications, recalibrating certain machinery, or working on new projects. Sundays were official lazy days, both of you usually sleeping in and meeting up midday to cuddle on the couch and watch a movie, usually wrapping up with finishing your weekend homework over facetime. However, on the weekends in which Tony or May were out of the house, the two of you liked to have sleepovers. Usually at Peter’s for the sake of having to navigate FRIDAY’s complicated algorithms.
It wasn’t like anything particularly steamy happened between the two of you. You had been only dating for a handful of months now, and you were both in high school. Sure, you and Peter liked to cuddle a lot, and hold hands, and play with each other’s hair, but that was simply just affection. And of course, you loved kissing each other, especially when nobody else was around to make fun of you or scold you. Sometimes you found yourself getting into make out sessions, pressed up against each other and finding it hard to catch your breath, hearts racing and desperately clinging onto each other.
Occasionally it would heat up a little bit more than that, some grinding and groping and moaning, and a handful of times Peter’s taken his shirt off, but that was about it. You hadn’t even really reached second base with him yet. And you weren’t complaining, you were glad you were taking things slow. But at this point, you were ready. It just felt like it was time. But you knew this was Peter’s first serious relationship, and you didn’t want to put any pressure on him or rush him into things, so you were complacent with playing Mario Kart and eating pizza in the meantime.
“I am sooo going to kick your ass,” you warned Peter, pressing down hard on your Wii remote and hitting him with a red shell as your character zoomed past him on the race track, and he simply just laughed.
“Yeah? Wait till I break out Rainbow Road,” he insisted.
“Are you actually Satan or do you just hate me?” you narrowed your eyes. “There is no way I’m playing that shit, I think I’d rather forfeit.”
“It’s all about strategy and focus,” he argued, knocking Luigi out from second place, tailing right behind you, eyes glued to the screen.
“Strategy? You sound like Ned,” you snorted, drifting a curve and heading towards a shortcut. “That racetrack is nothing but a holographic highway of death.”
“If we had it your way, we would be playing Moo Moo Meadows on an endless loop,” Peter teased and you gasped playfully.
“What? It has fun music and I like looking at the cows,” you whined and he laughed, passing you at the last minute and scoring first place, making your jaw drop. “What the hell? How?”
“What can I say? You’re dating a winner, baby,” he grinned and you rolled your eyes, shaking your head and taking another bite of your pizza.
“I’m dating a jackass,” you joked. “You can’t let me win just once? Come on, be nice.”
“I used to do that, and you made fun of me for it,” he pointed out. “Remember the first week we started dating?”
“You literally used to go in reverse until I caught up with you,” you replied flatly. “It was ridiculous, Peter. It’s not like you made it subtle that I happened to suck at the game or anything.”
“I just didn’t want you to feel bad,” he reassured, and you chuckled, taking a sip of your slurpee and sighing, leaning your head on his shoulder.
“So another round or are we going to move onto Smash Bros?” you raised an eyebrow.
“Up to you,” he shrugged, taking a bite of his pizza as well.
“How about we play another round of Mario Kart,” you suggested. “But whoever wins gets a prize.”
“Like what?” he crossed his arms over his chest, looking at the mischievous grin on your face, doubtful.
“I don’t know, a hoodie or something,” you perused innocently and he let out a breathy laugh.
“You’ve already stolen all of mine, so I’m not sure I’d have another one to give you quite honestly,” he admitted and you smiled, mind wandering elsewhere.
“What about…” you pouted your lips, trying to think up something good. “What about if I win, I get to do anything I want to you? And if you win, you get to do anything you want to me. All within reasonable boundaries of course.”
“Woah,” Peter’s eyes widened. “Is this the part when you tell me you actually work for Hydra and you gut me like a fish or something?”
“Pshh no that’s ridiculous,” you shook your head.
“What do you mean ‘do whatever you want to me?’ Huh?” he inquired, mischievously raising an eyebrow. “This seems oddly torture-like.”
“It’s not going to be torturing,” you stared at him, unamused. “I could never hurt you.”
“Then what could you possibly want to do to me?” he sighed, looking at you, entertained with your shenanigans, taking a sip of his cherry slushie.
“I dunno,” you shrugged, stirring your straw in your cup a couple times before casually telling him your suggestion. “Suck your dick I guess.”
He instantly spat out his slurpee, eyes widening, shocked. “E-excuse me, what?”
“I said if I win, I’d probably suck your dick I guess,” you shrugged again and he blinked at you, entire face flushed red, stuttering and stunned all at the same time. Your lips curled up in a small smile, thinking of how much you loved to see him like this, a literal blushing virgin. He was adorable, really.
“Well gosh, I uh…” he looked down at the red icee he had spat all over his t-shirt and then up at you, still at a loss for words. “You don’t really have to beat me at Mario Kart to get my permission to do that, you know.”
“Yeah, but this way makes it a lot more fun, yes?” you smirked and he swallowed awkwardly, absolutely frazzled.
“S-sure, I guess you’re right there,” he nodded slowly, still staring blankly at the slushie stains. “How do you know I’m not going to just let you win?”
“Because…” you drew out, looking at him, still smirking. “If you win, then you get to do whatever you want to me.”
He paused, turning towards you, breath hitching. “Anything?”
“Well again, no torture or killing or whatever but-” you clarified and he laughed, rolling his eyes.
“Yeah, of course, but uh…” he got lost staring at you again and you couldn’t help but wonder what he could possibly be thinking of. “Shit, I’m in.”
“Really?” you bit down on your lower lip, almost too excited for this bet.
“Definitely,” he nodded, feeling a bit more confident. “Just give me a second.” He slipped off his t-shirt and you watched intently, noting how built and lean he was. There were certain perks to dating Spider-Man, and it was moments when your boyfriend was sitting in front of you shirtless like this that you were ever most grateful for them.
“Well shit, Parker,” you laughed to yourself and he stared at you, confused.
“What? My shirt had slushie all over it,” he insisted and you looked at him, narrowing your eyes.
“Uh huh…”
“No for real!”
“Totally not trying to tease me or anything over here.”
“Oh whatever! Just start the game.”
“Give me a second,” you insisted, reaching down and deciding to take it one step further, slipping off your own sweatshirt and revealing your bra underneath, looking at him, anticipating his reaction. Seeing him like this, you wanted to take a picture and capture it forever. He looked breathless, staring at you, his eyes dark and fixated, his lips parted, mesmerized. You couldn’t help but smile. “See something you like, Spidey?”
“Yeah,” his eyes flickered up to yours, still blushing. “You.”
Grinning, you leaned over to kiss him, then pulled away, picking up your Wii remote and selecting your favorite racetrack. “Good luck,” you winked.
“Good luck yourself,” he laughed. “Seeing as the only time you ever beat me in Mario Kart is when my controller dies, I think you’re the one who’s going to need it.”
“Fine, to hell with luck,” you rolled your eyes as the countdown started. “Maximum effort.”
Both of you pressed down hard, zooming through the track, eyes fixated on the screen, cursing and screaming and hooting and hollering as you gained power ups and got knocked off the road by each other. By far, the most intense game of Mario Kart you’ve ever played in your life. Each round you seemed to egg each other on more and more, and although you clearly knew how this was going to end, you couldn’t help but at least try your very best. First place trophy spinning on the screen, Peter’s tongue ran over his lower lip, glancing over at you as nervousness flowered in your chest. What did he have in mind?
“I don’t think either of us saw that coming,” he stated sarcastically and you looked at him incredulously.
“Alright then Peter Parker,” you hummed lightheartedly, shutting off the television and setting your controller down, sighing as you leaned back and rest your weight upon your backwards palms. “What do you have planned for me?”
“Well…” he looked at you shyly, almost hesitant, and you began to grow even more curious. “I know you said ‘anything I wanted’ or whatever, but I want to make this enjoyable for you too, and that sure you’re okay with everything I’m doing.”
“By all means, don’t stop for me,” you insisted, small smile tugging on the edge of your lips. “If you say or do anything I don’t like, I’ll speak up. Don’t worry.” He hummed softly in acknowledgment, nodding as he looked towards the floor, still nervous, then cleared his throat.
“I think seeing as your intentions were to seduce me, I guess I have no choice but to go along with the theme,” he rolled his eyes playfully, slowly gaining confidence and crawling closer to you, making your heart beat twice as fast. He kissed you on the lips, soft and sweet and slow, and then pulled away, lowering his face so that his mouth was barely brushing up against your ear, his voice lowering to a whisper. The entire mood of the room shifted, into something more serious. “So, I think you should lay on the bed for me.”
“Whatever you say,” you smiled sweetly, trying to hide your nervousness and doing as told, getting up and making your way to his bed, laying down on your back, watching as he stood at the end, looking you up and down, licking his lips. You could tell something inside of him changed. He didn’t seem so timid anymore, afraid to suggest something or speak up. His shoulders rolled back, his feet planted solid in the ground, his entire stance exuding confidence. It was different, dominant and alluring, and you couldn’t help but be captivated by it. He was entrancing like this, dark eyes gazing over your body, shirtless, hands dipping down into the waistband of his jeans, brows furrowed, pondering what to do with you.
“Hands up. Against the bedframe,” he ordered, and you looked at him, trying to analyze what he had in mind as you tentatively did as instructed, positioning your arms above you, against the wooden frame. In what seemed like an instant, he suddenly flicked his wrists outward, webs springing from his fingers and you gasped as the sticky substance pinned your hands above you, a mess of webs fixating them to the wooden plank. You eyes widened and then narrowed.
“Didn’t know Spidey was into bondage,” you bit down on your lower lip, aroused by his dominance and playfulness all the same.
“Didn’t know you could be so naughty,” he quipped back and you blushed, trying to look away, shy.
“Nuh uh, none of that,” he argued with a chuckle, crawling on top of you and raising your face to look at him with one of his hands, making your eyes meet. “If I do recall correctly, you were offering to suck me off a moment earlier. Seemed pretty eager too.”
“Still am if that’s what you fancy, Peter,” you suggested, eyes twinkling with a glint of naughtiness, but he just shook his head, smiling.
“I think I have other plans for you tonight,” he insisted, kissing you again this time, but rougher, his tongue sliding in between your lips and up against your own, then retreating to have his teeth catch your lower lip, dragging it between them before he pulled away, devilish smirk on his face.
“Mind filling me in on the agenda?” you asked with a breathy voice, fluttering your eyelids and parting your lips, bucking your hips up to meet his.
“It involves your pants off, and my head between your legs, and you moaning my name,” his eyes flickered up to meet yours. “And then me fucking you into this bed until those moans turn into screams.”
“Holy fuck,” you whispered, eyes glazed over, staring at him, practically speechless.
“Sound good to you, sweetheart?” he hummed, fingers tracing over your stomach, playing with the hem of your waistband.
“Shit…” you laughed to yourself quietly, eyes still fixated on him, feeling unbelievably flustered. “I think I ought to up the ante on Mario Kart wins a whole lot more from now on.”
Summary:When you and Peter begin working on an assignment for your Child Development class and Morgan overhears your discussions, she starts to think that you and Peter are actually expecting a baby, leading to a lot of confusion and a very pissed off Tony.
Word Count:3.8k
Warnings: mentions of sex, mentions of pregnancy and childbirth, swearing, typos
a/n: just something nice and fluffy before the last chapter of bty comes out and crushes everyone’s souls
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“MJ is so pissed,” Peter laughed as the two of you walked hand in hand into the penthouse of the tower, “she said Flash has already made three misogynistic remarks and eight ‘that’s what she said’ jokes.”
“Oh god,” you chuckled, “she’s gonna kill him.”
Peter’s phone buzzed again, “nine jokes,” he updated with a smile, texting her back a frowny face.
“I’m just glad we got paired together,” you said as you set your backpack on the kitchen counter, “I mean imagine if you got paired with Flash… or worse, if I got paired with Flash.” You grimaced at the thought.
“Flash was ten times more likely to wind up dead if he got paired with you rather than MJ, so I’d say he’d be the one with the short end of the stick there,” Peter joked, setting his bag next to yours as you rooted through the fridge for some juice.
“You’re right,” you agreed with a smile, “besides, it would never come to that because you would do the gentlemanly thing and switch partners with me, right?”
You turned to Peter with apple juice in your hand. Peter wrapped his arms around you and pressed a kiss to your forehead, “Aw babe,” he cooed, “no chance in hell.”
You pulled away with a laugh, setting the apple juice on the counter behind you, “You’re lucky you’re so cute, Parker,” you smiled.
Peter’s cheeks flushed pink as you looked up at him and batted your eyelashes. He smiled down at you, flicking his eyes between your gaze and your plush lips, just begging for a kiss.
“What?” you asked coyly, bringing your hand up to the back of his head and playing with the curls that grew there.
“Stop looking at me like that,” Peter muttered as he leaned into you and your temptress ways, “we need to work on our project soon.”
“Mhm,” you hummed, “and?”
“You’redistracting me,” Peter’s breath was minty on your face as he spoke, lips inching closer to yours.
“Am not,” you bit your lip.
Peter leaned in fully, closing the gap between the two of you, but just when his lips met yours—ding! The elevator door opened.
“Hands off my daughter, Underoos,” Tony said, not even looking up from his phone as he walked into the penthouse.
Peter immediately took a huge step away from you, quickly busying himself with getting glasses from the cabinet for the apple juice.
“Dad,” you groaned, walking over to your backpack to get your computer and homework out, “I thought you were in Spain.”
“It was Prague,” Tony corrected, “and I just got off the jet. Is this what you guys do whenever I leave?” He asked, looking up from his phone and pointing between you and Peter with a disgusted look on his face.
“N-No, of course not, Mr. Stark—” Peter began, turning towards his mentor, but you cut him off.
“Only if there’s no one else home,” you shrugged. Peter snapped his head towards you and widened his eyes, “What?” you held your hands up in defense, “There’s no point in lying.”
Tony pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a long sigh, “I hate teenagers,” he groaned as he walked away towards the living room.
“That… went surprisingly better than I thought it would,” Peter noted as he set your glass of apple juice next to your notes.
“He’s tired,” you said, “we’ll probably get a stern talking to about protection and all that later. Or better yet, he’ll have Steve give us the lecture,” you grimaced at the thought.
“I can’t go through another one of those talks,” Peter groaned, taking a seat next to you at the counter, “May found the condoms I bought before I got a chance to put them away and every time she mentioned sex during the entire conversation she called it “fornicating”.”
You laughed and elbowed Peter’s arm, “I’ll do you one better,” you proposed, “Steve still refers to it as “fonduing”.” You wiggled your eyebrows at Peter as you said it, making him laugh along with you.
After your laughter died down you pulled up the assignment you were given on your computer, “Okay,” you began, “Mrs. Horn said that we’re getting the dolls on Monday so this weekend we have to have typed out a birth plan, daily schedule, and list of notable child physicians in the area that we could go to.”
“Okay,” Peter nodded, opening his laptop as well, “what do you want to start first?”
“Birth plan probably,” you began typing on a shared document with Peter, “she said it has to be at least one page and include alternate plans for worst-case scenarios. So we should do our regular birth plan and then we could do one like if something bad were to happen.”
You began typing out the plan of what you would want to do if you were really having a baby. Peter watched as you wrote out all of the plans, taking note of how quickly you seemed to figure this all out.
“This feels so weird,” Peter mumbled.
“What do you mean?” you asked, looking over at him.
“It feels kind of real,” he explained, “like, have you thought about this?”
“Not particularly,” you shrugged, “I mean, sometimes. I just think logically I will probably have kids, so it’s good to know ahead of time how I want them to come into the world and how I plan to raise them and all that jazz.”
“Yeah,” Peter nodded.
“Do you want to change anything on here?” you asked, “I mean, it’s your kid too.” you joked, nudging Peter slightly.
“N-No,” Peter shook his head, “it all looks really good,” he smiled, mesmerized by the thought of having children with you and starting a family one day.
Of course, it was way too early to even think of that, let alone make plans for it, but knowing that you also thought about these scenarios made Peter’s heart soar.
He’d always felt—at least in some small part of him—like your feelings for each other were one-sided. Or maybe not one-sided completely, but at least he thought that he loved you more or cared about your relationship more than you did. But this project you’d been given was easing those worries little by little. It might not have meant nearly as much to you, but to Peter, it meant the world to know that you thought of the future like this. Possibly a future with him.
“Oh, and names,” you said, looking up from your laptop to Peter, “one boy name and one girl name since Mrs. Horn is randomly assigning the babies to each pair so we won’t know if we get a boy or a girl until Monday.”
“That’s dumb,” Peter said, “don’t people usually know beforehand? So they can know what clothes to buy and stuff.”
“Yeah, but I guess some people like surprises like that,” you shrugged, “I would want to know as soon as possible.”
“Mhm,” Peter agreed.
“Okay, so names,” you started typing out a section for that on the document, “any ideas?”
“Hm,” Peter thought about it for a moment, “how about Hans, like from Star Wars.”
“Wow,” you nodded, “even for our fake kid I hate it.”
Peter shook his head, “Well what do you want to name it?”
“I don’t know,” you shrugged, “even though this is all fake and stuff, it’s good practice. That’s why we took the class—”
“We also both needed another elective credit,” Peter mumbled.
“So I don’t just want to pick some random names and be done with it,” you explained.
“Well,” Peter began, “if I had a girl, I’d want to name her May because May has always been such a big part of my life. I’d want to honor her by doing that.”
“Okay,” you nodded with a smile, “I really like that. Want to add a middle name?”
“You can pick.”
“I like Louise,” you typed it out, “she’s my favorite character in Bob’s Burgers,” you smiled.
“Perfect,” Peter agreed, “and for a boy?”
“Anthony?” you asked, “After my dad, and then Ben for a middle name, after your uncle,” you typed it out as you spoke before looking up at Peter, “what d’you think?”
“I-I really like that,” Peter nodded, a small smile dancing on his lips.
“Okay,” you closed your laptop, “that’s enough for one day. We can look for child physicians tomorrow.”
Ding! As you and Peter finished up your work in the kitchen, Morgan was just coming up to the penthouse, just now returning from school herself.
“Hey little miss,” you smiled when you saw her, but you frowned when you saw the small pout on her face, “what’s wrong?”
“‘M not any good at kindergarten,” Morgan pouted, “I messed up reading during read-aloud time.”
“That’s okay, Morg,” you tried to reassure her, “one mistake doesn’t mean that you’re not good at something. Peter makes mistakes all the time, but he’s still a really good Avenger,” you said, patting your boyfriend on the shoulder.
“Yeah, I always make mistakes,” Peter nodded, “but it helps because then I learn from them and fix them, and then I do better. (Y/N) makes mistake too—”
“Don’t lie to her, babe,” you cooed, pinching Peter’s cheek.
“It’s not the same,” Morgan walked over to you and climb into the barstool next to yours, “everyone laughed at me.”
“Wealways laugh at Peter,” you told her, “remember when he ran into the window?”
A smile crept its way onto Morgan’s face, “Yeah,” she nodded.
“And that’s how Peter learned that we have the windows cleaned every Thursday,” you explained with a smile, “and it was funny.”
“Not for me,” Peter whined from beside you, “I broke my nose.”
Morgan giggled as you began to tickle her, “And he broke his nose,” you laughed, “that’s way worse than messing up read aloud.”
“Yeah,” Morgan agreed, laughing along with you.
“I don’t like how you’ve chosen to console her,” Peter mumbled.
“Aw,” you cooed, placing your hand over Peter’s, “it’s okay, baby. It was just a mistake, right Morg?”
“Mhm,” Morgan nodded.
“And it’s not a big deal or worth being upset over, right?” you nudged Peter.
“Right,” he smiled, placing a kiss on your forehead.
“Okay,” you looked down at your sister, “now run along, Peter and I still have some homework to finish. Dad just got home so he’s probably in the living room watching TV.”
“Okay,” Morgan hopped down from the counter and ran off down the hall.
“You’re really good with kids,” Peter said as he looked at you with admiration.
“So are you,” you smiled at him, “I’m glad I can shit on you to make her feel better,” you joked. Peter laughed and wrapped his arm around you, “I hope I can count on you to let me do that when it’s our kids.”
“Anything for you,” Peter said, pressing a kiss to your lips.
You hummed against his lips, before pulling away, “Don’t try to seduce me when my family is in the other room.”
“Hey,” Peter complained, “if anything, it’s you that does the seducing.”
“I’m about to go to my room to finish my homework,” you pulled away from him, “do you really want that to be the last thing you said before we move to my room?”
Peter quickly shook his head, “No, definitely not. I love you, you’re perfect, you can do no wrong.”
“Aw,” you smiled, “you’re too sweet.”
You began to gather your things as did Peter so you could both head to your room.
“Are you excited to take care of a baby for a week?” Peter asked as you began walking down the hall.
“Kind of,” you shrugged, “I mean, I think it’s honestly gonna be one of the most hand-on assignments ever, which I’m not exactly thrilled about because of our busy schedules. Like, when we really have a baby, it would be when we’re ready and can make time for it. Ideally, at least.”
Peter’s heart skipped a beat when you said “we”, as in, you and him, having children together. His heart was already so full when he looked at you, he couldn’t imagine the love and joy he’d feel when looking at you round with his baby or holding his children in your arms. This project was truly putting many things into perspective for him and forcing him to think about his future.
“Yeah,” Peter agreed, “not to mention the crying. It’s gonna be so loud and nonstop.”
“I didn’t pay attention at all when we went over the different cries in class,” you admitted, “so we might have to try everything to get the doll to shut up.” you joked.
“You mean to get our very loved baby to soothe,” Peter corrected, “doesn’t this thing also record us?”
“No,” you shook your head, “I don’t think that’s allowed. If so, Mrs. Horn is gonna be in for a real treat. More like Mrs. Horny—”
“Please stop.”
“Also,” you said, “I haven’t told anyone about this project yet, so nobody’s gonna be prepared for this next week of hell.”
“Well, better get to it,” Peter said, “gotta tell your dad he’s gonna be a grandpa,” he joked.
“Yeah and Morgan that she’ll be a little auntie.”
Little did you and Peter know, you were both passing Morgan’s room, whose door was open a crack. The little girl was playing with her dolls when she heard the two of you pass by. “Gotta tell your dad he’s gonna be a grandpa” “Yeah and Morgan that she’ll be a little auntie.”
Morgan set her dolls down and raced to the door to hear more of the conversation, but you and Peter were already down the hall and in your room.
Her little lip began to wobble at the thought of you and Peter having a baby right now. She didn’t really understand what that meant, but she knew that it meant everything would change and that wasn’t something she was prepared for. She stood in the doorway of her room for a moment before she did what any six-year-old would do when they were about to cry; she ran to her dad.
“Daddy! Daddy!” Morgan cried as she ran into the living room, where Tony was half asleep on the couch with Pepper by his side, who had just gotten home from work. Sam, Bucky, and Natasha were also there, just in the other room discussing details for a mission they were going to go on. One that they planned to invite you and Peter to join.
“Huh?” Tony woke with a start as Morgan jumped into his arms, tears streaming down her face.
“What’s wrong, honey?” Pepper looked worriedly as Morgan buried her face into her dad’s shirt. She ran her hand up and down the little girl’s back soothingly.
“What’s the commotion?” Sam asked, walking into the room with Natasha and Bucky, “Who hurt our favorite fun-sized Stark?”
“Morg,” Tony tried to calm her down, “what happened? Are you hurt?”
Morgan shook her head quickly, “No,” she cried, “I’m just sad. I don’t want everything to change.”
“What do you mean, sweetie?” Natasha questioned softly.
“(Y/N) a-and Petey are go-gonna have a b-baby,” Morgan sobbed as she spoke, hardly getting the words out, “and t-then everything with change because y-you’ll all be too busy with the new baby!”
Pepper looked up at Tony who looked at Pepper with the same expression of complete confusion.
“Honey,” Pepper cooed, “(Y/N) and Peter are not having a baby. Why would you think that?”
“They said they are!” Morgan yelled defensively, growing more upset now that everyone was looking at her like she was crazy.
Sam looked over and Bucky and Natasha who just shrugged.
“Maybe they said that in the future they might want to have kids,” Natasha said, “but that doesn’t mean that they’re gonna have a baby now.” she tried to explain.
“No,” Morgan shook her head, “they’re having a baby now,” she was very adamant about it.
“Why do you think that, Morg?” Tony asked.
“Because (Y/N) said that she would have to tell me that I’m gonna be an auntie. I don’t want to be an auntie! I want to be the baby.” Morgan began to cry harder, “A-And Peter said that they were g-gonna tell you that y-you’ll be a grandpa! I don’t want you to be a grandpa, I want you to be my daddy still!”
Tony thought about it as Morgan cried in his arms. You and Peter were insanely touchy with each other. He knew for a fact that you and he have already fondued, and he also never had the safe sex talk with either of you yet—part of him hoping that you two weren’t stupid enough to not be safe. But the more Morgan cried in his arms, the more he thought about all the times he caught Peter coming out of your room at two in the morning, all the times Peter had set off the security alarms by sneaking into the tower at one in the morning, all the pieces of dirty laundry that belonged to Peter that also got mixed in with yours, and worst of all—all of the times you texted him letting him know that you were going to stay the night at Peter’s.
“Oh my God,” Tony wrapped his arms around Morgan tighter to make her feel comforted, “she’s right. I think (Y/N) might be pregnant.” he looked over at Pepper who was shaking her head at him.
“Tony,” she chided, “don’t feed into this. Morgan is just having a rough day, and you’re exhausted. This isn’t a good topic for discussion right now. If (Y/N) really was pregnant she’d tell us.”
“Maybe she just hasn’t yet,” Tony defended, “I mean, seriously, do you know how many times I’ve caught them doing it.”
“Hundreds,” Bucky nodded in understanding.
“Don’t even get me started on the fact that Peter talks in his sleep,” Sam began to laugh as he mocked him, “oh (Y/N), right there. Oh, so good baby. Feels so go—”
Natasha quickly cut him off with a slap.
“Oh my God,” Tony groaned, leaning his head to rest on the back of the couch, “this can’t be happening. Please tell me (Y/N) didn’t let this happen—”
“Tony stop,” Pepper scolded him, “you’re being ridiculous.”
“Pep,” Tony nodded down to Morgan who was still crying softly in his arms, “Morgan’s not a liar. I’m sure she heard correctly, and those two teenagers,” he pointed a thumb down the hall to where your room was, “they’re like rabbits. All day and night.”
Natasha grimaced, “Okay, I think this is getting a little out of hand,” she said, “let’s just ask them. Calmly.” she added, seeing the way Tony was already on his feet, ready to let you and Peter have it.
“Yeah, yeah,” Tony waved her off, already heading towards your bedroom.
“Did you put that you didn’t want an epidural?” Peter questioned as he read over the document, “doesn’t that like, hurt though?”
“Yeah,” you nodded, “but I’m tough. I mean, I literally got shot in the shoulder last month and still had to haul your ass to safety.”
“Still,” Peter shurgged, “I don’t see why you wouldn’t want to get the epidural.”
“I don’t want to be all drugged up when I meet my baby,” you explained, “like sometimes people are so dopey from the epidural that they don’t even remember the first moments with their child. I just want to feel it all and remember it all, even if it hurts.”
Tony could hear the last part of your conversation as he stood outside your door, now fully believing what Morgan had been saying.
“(Y/N),” he opened the door to your room, seeing you on your bed with your TV remote in your hand as you flipped through movies on Netflix. Peter was at your desk, typing things down on a document Tony could clearly see titled “Parker-Stark Birth Plan”.
“Yeah?” you didn’t even look away from the TV.
“Oh my God,” Tony’s face dropped, “so it’s true.”
“Huh?” Peter looked up from his laptop.
“What’s true?” you asked, now looking over at Tony.
“Morgan was right, you are pregnant,” Tony had this strange expression on his face. It was a mix of shock, disappointment, and anger all at once, “how could you let this happen?” He looked between you and Peter, “You both are the most irresponsible teenagers I have ever met. How can you possibly consider bringing a child into this world together? Did you rub your two remaining brain cells together to come to this conclusion? Did you even think or consider all of your options? How far along are you?”
“What?” Peter looked over at you, “You’re pregnant?”
“No!” you shook your head, “I’m not! Why would you think that?” you looked at your dad.
“Don’t lie to me,” Tony warned, “I can see the guilt all over your faces.”
“That’s Cheeto dust, and it’s only on Peter’s face,” you joked.
“(Y/N), not the time,” Peter said, closing his laptop and wiping his face off with his sleeve.
“You two are ridiculous. You can’t even be serious about this,” Tony threw his hands up in the air, “I can’t believe how irresponsible you two have proven yourselves to be. I put a lot of trust in you guys to be mature and strong leaders and then you go and do something like this—”
“I’mnotpregnant!”
“Then why the hell are you making a birth plan and planning to tell me I’m gonna be a grandpa?!”
You and Peter both looked at each other and a moment before bursting out laughing. You were clutching your stomach and slapping your hand onto the bed as you laughed while Peter held his fist over his mouth to muffle his laughter.
“Would someone please explain to me what the hell is going on?”
“It’s for a school project,” you laughed out, “Peter and I are taking care of a robot baby next week and we have to do some paperwork before we get the baby.”
“We wanted to tell you beforehand because it’s a really annoying baby,” Peter explained, “it’s gonna cry a lot.”
“And the birth plan has to reflect our own ideas on what we would want to do, so that’s why we’ve been discussing it.”
Peter opened up his laptop to show Tony the document. After Tony skimmed it, he switched taps to the dropbox where it would be turned in, “It’s for our Child Development class. It’s the final project before the exam.”
“I’m not actually pregnant, dad,” you giggled, still trying to catch your breath from laughing so much, “we’re not thatdumb.”
“Yeah, Mr. Stark,” Peter nodded, “I have a strong pull ou—”, you quickly threw a pillow at your boyfriend’s face, cutting him off from saying anything else.
Warning:Fluff, Peter being cute as all hell and a supportive bf
Summary: Y/n is stressed about school, so Peter suggests they ditch class.
Author:Dizzy
A/N:As some of you know, I have been pretty ill and am using a nice little google form to get some more personalized fics to people and e-letters as well. This is one of those fics that I was able to change into an x Reader.
“Y/n,” Peter whispered, leaning over the side of his desk in the library, “Y/n, Y/n.”
The girl did not look up from her notebook and textbook that was splayed across the desk she sat at, not far from Peter.
“Y/n,” Peter hissed, still not getting her attention. “Ugh, Y/n.”
He pulled the eraser off of his pencil and tossed it at her, the blow landing right on her cheekbone, sending the girl to fly back in her seat.
“What the-” She reached a hand to her face, touching the spot where the eraser hit her to see if it had left a mark before her eyes landed on Peter. “Peter.”
“Don’t be mad.” He spoke quickly and softly, sitting up just as fast as she had moments ago. “I have been saying your name for the past five minutes.”
“Yeah, I heard you.”
“So you were ignoring me?” Peter gave her a hurt look.
“Peter, I have to study. That’s why we’re in the library during lunch. I’m falling behind in chemistry.”
“You are not falling behind.” He argued, rising from his seat and slinging his bag over his shoulder.
“No, Peter, I am. I am so lost in class I can barely pay attention- What are you doing?” She cut herself off as she watched Peter pack all her belongings into her backpack and slung it over his other shoulder.
“Get up.” He instructed. “We’re ditching our next class.”
“But, Peter,” Y/n rose to her feet, very clearly unsure, “we have chemistry next class.”
“Yeah, but you were the one who just said you’re so lost you don’t even pay attention-”
“I can barely pay attention.”
“Whatever.”
“There is a difference!”
“Again, whatever, Bug.” Peter rolled his eyes before continuing and starting to walk away from the girl who seemed stuck in her place. “As I was saying, since you can barely pay attention we should go out and do something else. Take a break for once.”
“Peter Parker, who is such a stickler about school, is going to skip our last few classes for little ole me?”
“I’m only doing this because I love you.” Peter argued.
“So this isn’t because you heard from Ned that there’s a showing of the original Star Wars in about an hour?”
Peter cracked a shy smile as he adjusted the two backpacks on his shoulders. “No, it does not. This is about you and your inability to relax and take a break. If we just so happen to make it to the movie theater, I wouldn’t be opposed to it.”
“Oh my god, you are so ridiculous!” Y/n exclaimed, giving him a little bit of a shove.
“Don’t push me too hard, Bug. I will drop both these bags.” Peter gave caution as he adjusted the bags once more. “What do you keep in this bag anyway? A pound of rocks? Don’t tell me you carry those crystals Liz gave you around.”
“You’re probably only carrying them both just so I’ll say yes to your little movie.” Y/n stated as she pulled her bag off of his shoulder and slipped her arms into the straps. “And for the record, no, I do not carry the healing crystals Liz gave me. I carry the anti stress and worry ones.”
“I knew it!” Peter exclaimed, walking quickly to catch up with the girl who was already walking away from him again. “And about the movie, we don’t have to go. Let’s do whatever you want today. Does that sound like a plan to you?”
“All I want is to lay down and never get up again.”
“How about we get some ice cream? Do something a little less depressing?” He asked, throwing an arm around her shoulders.
“I think eating my feelings in ice cream is also depressing.”
“I thought it was only depressing if you do it after a really bad breakup. That’s what Aunt May told me.”
“Did Aunt May tell you that or did you end up watching Eat, Pray, Love with her like she asked you to?”
“I’ll have you know that Eat, Pray, Love wasn’t even that bad. I actually kind of liked it. Made me want to go to Italy again.”
“You actually liked the movie?” Y/n giggled.
“I can be sensitive sometimes. I mean, I cried the first time I saw Marley and Me.”
“I think everyone cried when they saw that movie.” Y/n smiled as they made their way out of the school building and onto the sidewalk. “But those are definitely not the same movies.”
“Fine. You’re right, but don’t you dare tell anyone I liked that movie.” Peter begged. “Not even Ned. And especially not Liz. She’ll end up thinking it sounds adorable and will tell everyone else.”
“That’s because it is adorable.” Y/n smiled. “It’s adorable that you like movies my mom likes.”
“You’re not funny.”
“I’m pretty funny.” She smiled up at him, both of the teens stopping in their tracks to not stand face to face. “You think I’m funny, but you don’t want to admit it.”
“No, you don’t want to admit that I’m funny.” Peter argued, his hand slipping into hers. “Regardless, it’s nice to see you finally smiling.”
“Yeah?”
He hummed in agreement as he closed the space between them, leaned down to kiss her softly. He always loved the feeling of her smiling when he kissed her, as if her happy demeanor made her lips taste even more sweet.
Peter smiled as he pulled away, brushing her hair down with an open hand.
“If you do that again, I definitely want to go see that movie.”
“A kiss? That’s all it took?” He chuckled as he leaned in close again, resting his forehead on hers. “And they say boys are total simps.”
“You’re not as funny as you think you are.”
“Oh, Bug, we both aren’t that funny.” Peter laughed, kissing her softly again.
He pulled away slowly, as if he didn’t really want to. He could tell she hadn’t wanted him to pull away either as a small whine escaped her lips, causing a smile to stretch across his own.
“Maybe if I kiss you at the movies, you’ll finally learn to relax.”
“Why wait for the movies when you could have me relax right here and now?”
Peter smiled, this time placing both his hands on her face before he pulled her into a kiss again.
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