about.in which you find your lab partner in a strange place you’d never expect to find him in.
warnings.corny‼️
ricky rocks. short story 4 my best man because i didn’t want to think too hard into this
“you look like someone who could use some company.”
oh god, you sounded like a weirdo. or a hooker.
but despite that, he still looked and smiled at you, “look at you.” he almost grinned harder once he got a good look at you, taking notice that you weren’t exactly wearing the sweatshirt and sweatpants he always saw you in—but rather a very revealing top and a mini skirt. “didn’t take my lab partner for someone who liked to party.”
“i might say the same thing about you, parker,” you smiled back, taking a seat next to him on the ratty old frat couch he sat on. “when i thought of you getting your rocks off, i thought you’d be in an actual room with rocks.”
“wow, i’m offended,” he squinted at you putting a hand against his chest as if to cover his wounded heart, but he stilled smiled. “i would have hoped you thought higher of me, y/l/n.”
“i don’t intend on offending you, peter,” you smiled with amusement, “i just would have thought you were better than this.” you motioned and referenced to the frat house that you both currently sat in with all the buff dudes bumping their heads as they watched another identical guy chug a beer.
it made him scoff and his head slightly tipped, “but it’s normal for you to stoop this low?”
you shrugged, “we all have our moments of weakness… me more than anyone.”
“oh, so you’re saying this is a weekly occurrence for you?” he quirked an eyebrow, really wanting to know the answer.
and you almost didn’t want to answer, cringing as your head slightly fell sideways in shame, “maybe.”
“oh, on,” he shook his head, “cheap beer? men who don’t know basic hygiene and are probably failing their math 1 class? that’s your type, isn’t it? that’s why you come here, to get some play from boys with pedophile staches and low iqs?”
you laughed maybe a little too loudly, quickly slapping your hand over your mouth as you stared at peter who’s brow arched higher, but still he smiled, loving every moment of your presences.
“i don’t stoop that low.”
“oh, good. we still have time to save you,” he sat up now, clasping your elbow and scooting closer to you, “i almost thought i’d have no chance with you.”
“really?” your cheeks burned and you almost felt shameful for leaning closer to him as his voice was now a whisper and comforting and warm and ready to swallow you whole.
“yeah,” he nodded his head, “compared to those big burley guys who live off pre-workout, i’m nothing.”
you giggled again, feeling woozy and even more drunk with his amusement that was just feeding you to the brim with bliss. it felt out of body, it didn’t feel real, but it was and you felt like a fool falling so fast for someone you barely knew.
“they got nothing on you, peter parker.”
**
you were completely lost with time, but all you knew was he was a really good kisser and that’s all that mattered right then and there as the two of you stumbled into your dorm room where you were soon consumed in pitch black. neither of you could find care for it as you still clung to him feverishly, kissing him with all you could as if on a timer.
you couldn’t help but laugh once his mouth pulled from yours and started pressing kissed against your neck while the two of you still absent mindedly attempted to find your bed. you tried your best to guide but failed—causing the both of you to trip over your own feet and fall to the ground.
you giggled through the pain as you were now squished beneath peter’s body. he groaned, laughing a little himself but he still winced, pushing himself off and to the side of you, “well, we tried.”
“we did.” you smiled, not finding the attempt a complete failure due to now being a lot more familiar with your lab partner.
“i’d say i was hoping things would go a lot more smoother but…” he traveled off, now looking to the side of your face, “i’m not completely disappointed.”
Summary: Peter brings a lab coat home one day. It gives you an idea. How could you pass up a chance to drive him wild?
Warnings: afab!reader, oral (fem receiving), lots of bad chemistry puns, penetrative unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), did I say bad chemistry puns already? This went from smut to fluff to humor at the end.
“Welcome home Mr. Parker,” You said upon your fiancé entering the apartment you and him shared. He put down his bag (full of papers) and gave you that small, forced smile that instantly told you it had been a long day.
“Long Friday?” You asked, taking your attention away from the stove.
“Oh you know, the usual. Did you know you can say to your students “this material is corrosive; it will burn through fabric’ ten times and they’re still shocked when it burns a hole through their lab coat?” He held up the lab coat, which had a small but noticeable hole in it.
“I’m sorry babe.“
“It’ll be an easy fix. Besides, I should start washing these regularly. I forgot how bad teenage B.O. is,” He said, throwing it over the chair. He walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder.
“Whatcha making sunshine?” He asked, his breath hot on your neck.
“Just some salmon cakes.” This was your routine- Peter would come home and wrap his arms around you, whether you were watching TV or cooking dinner.
“I missed you,” He murmured into your neck.
“I missed you too my love,” You said, flipping the salmon cakes so one side wasn’t burned.
Your eyes darted to the table, landing on the lab coat.
An idea popped into your head.
A different idea. A spicy idea. An idea that made you inadvertently squeeze your thighs together.
A/N: Ive never had a story planned like the way this one is, so its just an absolute breeze to write. In case theres any confusion this is a flashback part of the reader briefly during the couple months after Endgame + after Bucky told the reader he needed space.
You sat in the same spot you’ve been in since you got home from what you thought was your first real date with Bucky since the 1940s but you were so wrong. Disgustingly wrong.
You werent mad at him you could never be mad at him but god was your hesrt fucking shattered. You have no idea why you even bothered to get your hopes up anymore, especially after everything you’ve been through. How the hell did you not learn by now?
You were a mess and even that was an understatement you were a shell of a shell of a person you once were. Steve would have tried to talk some sense into you, try to reason with you about how the world needed you, and you’d reluctantly give him a nod, swallowing any and all feelings to the pits of your mind, turning into what he wanted, a soldier ready for a war.
Or, Tony would come by and first try to coax you out with humour. If he would even see a sliver of what he thought was a smile or a groan that sounded like it could be a laugh he’d consider that a win, and even though he tried so hard to be cool and collected because he had to be, he would let a sliver of that giant heart out and how could you say no to pushing through this for someone who wanted the best for everyone and only saw the best in you.
And Nat, would sit and wallow with you until you were done. She’s there for you without doing too much but it was more than enough. She’d make sure you got off your ass and took care of yourself. She’d put you before the mission, before the avengers, before herself. And seeing her show you such love even if it was subtle and not in spoken words but actions, you’d be sure as hell to show her you accepted that love and got off your ass.
Your mind played out each scene. You felt the way Natasha would lean down in front of you, the way Tony would give you a shoulder squeeze pulling you in for a side hug, the way Steve’s voice would bounce off the walls. It’s like you could see them, feel them, hear them but they of course weren’t there.
None of them were here anymore. They were all gone, they all left. They’re all dead and not coming back.
Your eyes were focused on the TV playing in the background, well was playing in the background till you saw the ‘NEW CAPTAIN AMERICA’ flash across the screen and it most certainly wasn’t Sam.
You tried your best to get your ears to focus but you could only hear ringing, you pulled yourself back in just in time to hear the woman on TV talking about you and your family.
“Now that Steve Rogers, Tony Stark and Natasha Romanoff are gone, who do we have left to save us if something happens again?”
The male news anchor weighed in “We have Spider Man”
“He’s got to be just a kid, the Falcon — Sam Wilson gave up the shield that Steve Rogers gave to him, how can he be reliable after that”
“Y/N Y/L/N”
She scoffed “How can we rely on someone who falls off the edge of the world after The Winter Soldier breaks up with her? The video of her aggressively walking out of that restaurant went viral for a reason and it wasn’t because of her being an Avenger but from the storm that followed, she should be locked up, someone with her capabilities she’s too unpredictable, unsteady”
“Now Sally, don’t you think you’re being a little too harsh on the girl? She lost her family while trying to help bring the rest of the worlds theres back”
“All I’m saying is when you’re a human with super abilities you have a certain responsibility to uphold and she’s just not doing that for me. I think the Avengers are over. I don’t feel safe with people like them hiding right under our noses”
“Y/N i know you’re in there, open up doll please” His voice was soft he was resting his forehead on the door. It had been almost a month since he last saw you. He walked by your apartment countless times. It was nowhere near his or near his therapist office but it was the only way he could feel close to you any more.
Especially when you wouldn’t answer his calls, you wouldn’t answer his texts and the only reason he figured out how to remotely do that was to reach out to you but he settled for listening to your voicemail the “Hi you’ve reached Y/N if you have this number odds are your probably in the compound with me and are too lazy to come find me” it would pause and you could hear Natasha in the background say “It was one time… okay maybe more than 10” then Steve and your laughter was heard before you continued “But if not i guess leave a message” then Tony shouted “She won’t get back to you bye!” before the beep was heard.
But 4 weeks was far too long he had to know you were alright. Sam told him he stopped by 2 weeks ago and could hear the TV on, and see your shadow under the door but you weren’t answering him either. So Bucky was hoping this wasn’t about him telling you he needed time. He felt so stupid doing that, he talked about it with Steve after you left, the night Steve told the two of you he was going to stay.
Steve told him he was being stupid, that it wasn’t by chance all three of you were alive just like it wasn’t by chance when he went to collect the infinity stones with Tony he just so happened to hide in Peggy’s office. It wasnt by chance, it was simply fate.
Bucky knew he was being stupid, he knew everything Steve and you had done for him, to get him back to save him. All the sacrifices you made but it was just so easy for Steve to toss him and you to the side he was scared that once you realized he wasn’t the same Bucky anymore you’d do the same. But you also weren’t the same Y/N he fell in love with anymore and nothing scared him more than falling out of love with you.
What was a little more time he thought?
You stood there staring at the door, you could see his shadow from under the door frame. You felt like you were on fire, it was quite literally possible for you to set yourself on fire too and you would set yourself on fire if it meant Bucky was here to beg for you back with ring in hand.
“Please, it’s about the shield about Steve. We need to get it back, back to where it belongs”
Burning.
“I’m done Buck” Your voice was hoarse, your throat scratchy, you’re positive he wouldn’t have even heard it if it wasn’t for the serum.
“What do you mean you’re done?” He banged a little harder “Open the door, let’s talk please”
“Go away, James. I don’t want you here”
He scoffed “You’re really going to do this? After everything Steve did for you?”
You winced, the glass cup in your hand shattering to the ground, water pooling around your feet. Putting out the fire that was burning in you momentarily.
It was silent for too long you didnt move, you stood there in the water, surrounded by glass shards.
“Y/N I didn’t — Im sorry” And he stood there a little longer, the floor creaked as he walked away.
“Bucky told me he came by” Sam paused hoping you’d say anything, he felt stupid talking to a door so he closed his eyes and pretended it was you “Y/N i know your hurting, i cant try to help you or to try and understand what your feeling unless you let me in. We dealt with loss and it hurts. I get that I do but we need to carry on for them, we need to pave the path for the future.”
You were laying on your couch watching your ceiling fan spinning around and around. It had been 12 weeks since Bucky stopped by, he didn’t call, he didn’t text. You were almost positive that this was Sam’s last effort in trying to coax you out but the truth was he wasn’t Natasha, he wasn’t Steve, he wasn’t Tony. And you weren’t even you.
You wanted to try so bad for Sam, he was so good, he was light, he was airy, and god was he so easy to talk to. Maybe that was why you couldn’t bring yourself to talk to him because then everything would come bubbling over, who knows what would happen then. Sally, the news lady was right, you were unpredictable, unsteady and not safe to be around. You didnt even wanna be around you anymore.
“I’m not sure how much of the news you’ve seen but a lot has happened” Pause “Bucky and I are going to work again, who knows we might even become friends, he’s going to help me with our family boat — We could use your help to, not just with the boat but to keep us from killing each other” He let out a small laugh “Ill text you where we’ll be, call me anytime y/n. Take care of yourself”
The floor started to creak, he was leaving. You tried to imagine what Sam looked like standing there, the truth was you forgot what he looked like, you forgot what they all looked like, they were burning memories fraying away. You’re sure you’d forget the sound of his voice in a couple weeks too, just like you did with all of them.
TASM!Peter Parker x reader (eventually), Bucky x reader (Past)
Word Count: 2.1k
Warnings: Angst
A/N: Ive always loved Andrew Garfields Spider Man, but ive never really got around to writing for him and now that im getting settled in my new house I thought why the heck not. My heart beats for Bucky Barnes so I of course had to find away to add him in here lol.
This fic will of course be based off NWH (SPOILERS) But its not at all going to follow everything down to a T, The only thing that’s going to be the same is the fact the Spider man’s are in our universe and they want to cure the villains.
And in case you get confused while reading, the reader was born in 1920, grew up with Steve and Bucky, her and Bucky were engaged before he enlisted. Bucky and Steves storylines are still the same. Will of course get more into their relationship in further parts! And how she got her abilities.
You were out of touch with the world and everything that was going on in it, which had to be a lot - it was always a lot.
You finally mustered up the courage to leave your new home, scratch that apartment, nothing and no one was ever going to be home to you again.
You were done, done looking at the brighter side of things like Tony told you to do, you should have listened to Natasha, love was for children and you were so young when you fell in love with him, and the two of you were most certainly not children anymore.
Life was hard, you always knew it would be but you never in a hundred years expected your path to go the way it did.
How did you get it so wrong? You couldn’t stop thinking maybe you shouldn’t have mustered up the courage to talk to the boy next door when you were an adolescent, that you should have just let it be and maybe you wouldn’t have been sucked into the whirlpool that was your life.
That maybe you would have found a husband, had a couple of children and died at 80 like everyone you had ever known did.
When you appeared out of thin air, you knew with everything you were made of nothing was right or where it should be and when that door in the white room opened up and Steve walked thru you couldn’t help but laugh, did you really die of heart ache and go to heaven, because that made more sense then it being 2011 when you could have sworn two seconds ago it was 1945 and Steve was dead.
And you were waiting anxiously for Bucky to walk in the door Steve came through, because if he was dead, and you were dead, Bucky had to have been there too right?
Wrong.
You were oh so very wrong because it wasnt heaven, it was some safehouse on the outskirts of New York that some government agency called SHIELD occupied, and Bucky was still dead, Steve wasn’t and neither were you.
Fall 2012
“Were going to be okay y/n/n, i promise” His hand reached out to squeeze yours
You gave him the best smile you could “How is any of this okay Steve? I have no idea how I’m here or why? I just went out for a walk after that lady told me about you and next thing i know im here? And you’re here, you’re supposed to be dead” You were standing up now and rain was hammering against the window “And he’s still gone, how is that fair? How is this okay?”
A man burst into the room you were in “If you don’t calm her down were gonna be under water here in a few seconds”
Your eyes shot back to Steve “What’s he talking about?”
Steve sighed and stood up off the chair “I haven’t told her yet”
The man rolled his eyes and adjusted his stance to face you “Look sleeping beauty, i know this is a lot, i get that i truly do, i feel for you, but we’re beating around the bush here”
“Stark” Steve warned
The man waved him off, his brown eyes still staring into yours “You have powers, yes super powers, abilities whatever you wanna call em”
A crackle of thunder boomed from above you.
He gave you a reassuring smile as he pointed to the window “All that, is you, your doing that”
Your mouth parted, you shook your head and averted your stare to Steve “He’s telling the truth y/n”
“I always am”
You took a step towards the window looking outside, you could feel it inside you, you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath, watching his smile play out behind your eyes.
You felt them both behind you, Stark spoke “Pretty cool aint it”
Opening your eyes you see the rain dried up, a rainbow taking its place in the sky.
Steve smiled at you, placing an arm around your shoulder he whispered in your ear “For Bucky”
You weren’t sure how you felt about that memory, you were so greatful at the time to at least have one of your boys back in your life. And you were so happy to have a new one, Tony meant so much to you, he was one of the best people you had the pleasure of meeting in your century long life.
But of course that didn’t last long, nothing good ever does.
You thought after what Tony kept telling you that this was ’it’, this was the big fight, the fight of your lives, you thought maybe you would have been able to pull a win out of thin air like the team always seemed to do even in a last second ditch effort. But that was when the team was whole, and not scattered, tossed around carelessly.
As you were on a planet in outer fricken space, you watched everyone slowly turn to dust, as the fight you thought for sure you’d win scatter into thin air like everyone seemed to be doing. You held onto Peter’s hand offering any support you could, but when he was gone your started to feel it.
Summer 2018
“Tony” you voice was hoarse
He looked up from the spot Peter just was, your hand still where his left yours “No”
“I’m sorry”
Realization dawned in his eyes, leaning forward picking your hand up “No kid, not you too”
You watched your hand turned to dust “Its okay, its okay”
While you were dusting away you weren’t sad, you knew that they were going to find a way to bring everyone back, to win. And even if they didn’t would being gone really be that bad? Surely you over stayed your welcome being over 100.
Till you and everyone was back but at a high cost, that you weren’t sure was worth paying. Your home, the compound certainly was destroyed, and you lost some members of your family along their whole 5 year journey, another 5 years added onto your ticking time bomb of a life, you thought it was finally time for the light to stop flickering with tragic horrible unthinkable things, that it was time for it to stay on guiding you to the end of this dark twisting tunnel but you were so wrong, you always were.
You weren’t even hurt, or heart broken, it would be an honour to feel something, anything but you were walking down the dark streets of New York and the rain was hitting your skin and it wasn’t calming or causing you joy like it use to it, it was just adding to the weight of all the burdens you were carrying.
104 years
o n e hundred and four years, was a long time to be alive for, it was a number most people never even got the chance to see but you did.
You’d hear people ramble about how Steve and you should be so grateful for getting the chance to live as long as you had, how lucky you two were to experience two such different decades but you didnt feel lucky or greatful, you felt betrayed and like your chance at ever being truly happy was ripped out from underneath you.
You didn’t care for the powers you were burdened with, you wanted to go back, back before Steve was Captain America back to when Bucky was on one knee in front of that stupid oak tree outside of your parents old house with lit latterns scatteted along the lawn, back to when the ring was on your finger and not back with the owner.
Back to before after you risked your life for the sake of your boys just to have them blind side you.
Back to before Steve went back for a woman you had never even heard of till she was on your doorstep telling you about Steve and the crash.
Before you went out of your way to fight to get the love of your life back, to when you waited and waited to finally have your chance at love with him just to have him call it off because neither of you were who you were back then.
You had never felt more alone.
Had never felt more betrayed.
Then Steve left.
Fall 2023
“You’re what?”
Steve sighed “When I put the stones back I’m going stay, I’m going to find her, I’m going to taste a bit of the life Tony was telling me to get it”
“You’re just gonna leave us, just like that?” Your hand ripped out of Bucky’s, you were standing up now “W-when we finally have a chance at being happy like before?!”
“Doll” Bucky tried to reach for your hand again
You stepped further away “I can’t believe after everything you’re just going to leave me again! What if something happens and, and your not here and we fail Steve” your exterior cracking
He stood up taking you in his arms as you sobbed, gripping onto him for what would be the last time“You’re not going to fail Y/n/n, because the world has you, and you have Bucky, you have each other”
-
Then Bucky left and took apart of you with him.
-
Spring 2024
“I just feel it’s for the best right now doll” His eyes were pleading with yours, hoping that you would understand where he was coming from, but you didn’t.
“I don’t understand Buck”
He placed his hand on the table reaching for yours but you pulled away placing your hand in your lap before he could grab it, you seen him swallow back the heart ache “I just, this is the first time in 70 years where I’m free and -“
“You want to be free from everything that reminds you of the past and that includes me?” Your voice was laced with betrayal.
His mouth dropped he shook his head violently “No, not at all doll, I just want some time, time to figure out who i am now”
You nodded, pushing your chair back.
“Don’t go please, i love y —“
You pulled your necklace out from underneath your shirt, unclasping it, taking it off, a single ring hanging off of it, you placed it beside his gloved hand.
“You kept it?”
Licking your lips, tears welling up in your eyes “I waited for you, i fought for you, it was supposed to be you Buck, i thought it was gonna be us, i was wrong”
He picked up the family heirloom in between his fingers “Please keep it, it’ll always be yours, my heart will always be yours doll, i just need some time”
You shook your head, putting your coat on “I’m tired of waiting Bucky”
That was 6 months ago, he tried to call you, you never answered, Sam showed up more than a handful of times, you never opened the door. When Steve passed you watched from a distance you watched Bucky look for you and Sam reassure him you’d be there because you had to be there it was Steve, but you never made an appearance like they wanted.
Were you really that bad at making choices? So bad that you’d never be anyone’s first choice.
Your fingers trailed over the old oak tree with a heart engraved in it with ’Y/N + Bucky = Always & forever’.
What a lie, what a sham.
Your hand gripped onto the tree, your nails digging into the bark till they were bleeding you let out an agonizing scream till the rain started to fall down rapidly, the wind picked up, the sky screamed with you and the roots from the tree ran up it cracking it down the centre till the heart wasn’t whole anymore, matching yours perfectly.
A buzzing in your pocket pulled you away, you prayed it wouldn’t be him and maybe luck was finally on your side because as the raindrops littered across your screen the name ‘Peter Parker’ illuminated your phone.
You let out the breath you were holding “Hi Pete”
“Y/n, I-I need your help, i messed up so bad, i’m sure you have a lot going on but i just, i need help, p-please”
The rain eased up, the sky no longer crackling with heartbreak.
You took your hand off the tree, spinning around as your wet hair was sticking to your face. “Of course Pete, whatever you need, I told you I’m always here for you kid, where are you?”
“Thank you, thank you, thank you — “ You could hear him letting out the breath he was holding “That safe house, the one just north of where the compound use to be”
The one you woke up in.
“Okay, I’ll be there as soon as i can, do you need me to bring anything?”
You were fast walking waving your hand at any taxi you could till one finally stopped.
“Just be ready for anything”
A fight, be ready for a fight.
“I’ll see you soon Pete”
“Bye Y/n”
You hung up “Just drive straight i’ll tell you when to stop”
You rested your head on the back of the seat, your head pounding along with your heart.
The driver peaked in the rear view mirror “You’re that Avenger right? The one that can like-“ he paused making gestures with his hands “Like control earth or something like that, right?”
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