You jumped out of your dream like state and blinked twice. “I-I’m not.” You lied, cheeks flushing.
“You are. I can feel you staring.” Warren nearly growled out.
“Why don’t you ever want me staring at them?” You said a feeling of anger washing over you. “I’m sure other girls got to stare at them, why can’t I!”
“Don’t start, Y/N. Please.”
“Why not warren? Why can’t I admire how beautiful you are?”
“Because they’re not beautiful!” Warren screamed, turning to face you. “I’m not beautiful.” he said softly.
“Oh but Warren. Warren, baby you are. Every time I wake up next to you I’m breathless and I just can’t help but stare. Is this because you got burned? Warren I don’t give a damn about your burnt wing. I think your wings are beautiful ether way. I think you’re beautiful ether way.”
Warren looked down at you, all traces of anger gone. “Really?”
Money Problems – Warren Worthington III x Reader (FLUFF)
Request: Hi, could you please write something fluffy with Warren Worthington III (X-Men Apocalypse)? X reader, please. Like going to the movies or out for ice cream kinda thing. Only if it’s ok and you have some spare time. Thank you! And take care ❤
Word count: 2k
Summary: Warren has a spending problem and you bring it up, leading to a fluffy outing with him. (Warning: Mentions of Sex)
A/N: This is LONG overdue! Sorry about the wait 🙂 GIF IS NOT MINE!!! Credit where credit is due.
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It was rather comical how angelic your boyfriend looked despite his almost rancid behavior. However; the leather jackets, the empty bottles of heavy alcohol and the all around intimidation he seemed to rub off on people was nothing to you. He was your personal cherub and there wasn’t a single thing that he wouldn’t do for you.
His previous unsteady relationships left him with the overwhelming side effect of craving a lasting relationship. When he met you and ultimately fell in love, he did the only thing he knew how to portray love. Endless sex and he bought you things. Warren was no stranger to money and coming from a wealthy family meant buying the ones you loved seemingly useless items. It was considered normal. But for some reason when he bought them for you it was different. The smile that erupted all over your face was different. The romance and love he felt with you was different and he couldn’t get enough. You loved him for his semi-chaotic self and not the width of his wallet. Both were beginning to thin these days. Such a frivolous personality and a stable budget is hard to maintain if you have no job.
Money was seemingly no object to him and this was something you needed to discuss as a couple if things between you were to continue. Which they definitely were going to, as long as you could help it. But Warren had a thing about diving into serious conversations with you. He was worried that if you started talking through a problem together, you’d realize how high maintenance he is and leave him. Obviously, that wouldn’t be the case but as someone who’s felt left behind all his life by the people he loved, it was a very real concept. So anytime you’d approach him saying ‘We need to talk.’ he’d simply turn around and walk away. Granted, he couldn’t walk forever but it was always easiest to just let him go for the time being. Following him would only make him fly off but he always came back.
But his love fueled habit has started getting more and more costly. It was time. You needed to talk about money since he started taking to getting you jewelry. As much as you loved him, you’d be happy to continue loving him without a pair of diamond earrings and the necklace to match.
Warren slumps back against the chestnut brown headboard gently so as not to smush his wings in a careless action. His chest was bare and sinewy as it rose and fell dramatically to regain its previous steady rhythm. The left side of the bed was where his body rested while your equally exhausted self mirrored on the right. One of his hands stayed situated in his hair, attempting to push it off of his forehead where it decided to stick. The other was on your naked hip, gently rubbing circles with his thumb.
This is my chance. He’s too exhausted to run away.
With a great huff and effort you lifted yourself onto your elbows to face him as you rolled off of your side to lay stomach down on the obviously expensive (and ruined) sheets. Your sweet smile was a sight to behold but he knew it meant you were up to something. His eyes rolled, similar to the way they had done fifteen minutes ago, and a deep breath escaped his mouth as he prepared himself for your conversation.
“Out with it.” His tone was soft with a minuscule hint of annoyance to it.
“Out with what?” You prodded, hoping he already knew his fault.
“Whatever it is that’s bothering you about me now.”
“There’s nothing about you that bothers me, Warren.” He looked at you as you spoke and huffed. “Bothersome is a strong word and it doesn’t exactly reflect-“
“Then why are you setting up for an argument?” He was taking it all wrong and very fast.
“It’s nothing. I just…” He could tell you were choosing your words carefully so as not to upset him. It made him calm down a bit since you were obviously putting a lot of effort into keeping the air light. “I just think we should talk about money.”
His blonde eyebrows creased together at your voice. “Oh.” He sat up a little, using his hands to assist him so he could face you more. “That’s it? Well we’ve got money, so there’s that. Conversation done.” He shrugged and relaxed back into the headboard, ready to turn over so his back could face you and he could sleep.
“Warren.” Your voice held the warning tone you only reserved for the serious situations. “That’s not what I mean. We’re spending too much of it.”
You’re spending too much of it.
“Spending too much? Money is made to be spent, Y/N.” His voice was slowly gaining intensity to reestablish the original volume of the house which quickly dulled to a whisper when your physical activity began.
“No, Warren. It’s meant to be saved and then spent. But neither of us are making money. There’s no saving going on either! Just spending! If we keep doing this, we’ll be completely bankrupt before long.” As you spoke he looked increasingly insulted.
“What’s so wrong with a boyfriend spending money on his girlfriend?” He was trying to diffuse his anger by shifting blame but you’re too calm to accept it.
“A lot, actually. Especially since we’re losing so much of it.” You sat up, not caring about the fact your sheet fell off your chest and left you exposed to him. “If we can agree to at least cut back on our spending, I’ll be happy.”
Warren seemed to think it over for a long moment before nodding.
“Fine. But I want to take you out for one last spending spree before you put a clamp my dick.” You ignored the dick comment and nodded.
“Okay. What do you have in mind?”
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“Strawberry, please.”
Warren wore his usual white tee shirt disguised beneath a black leather jacket and its matching pants. The top half of his outfit had sizable cuts in the back so his wings could fit through comfortably. Despite the hot weather he looked damn cool.
He licked his vanilla ice cream almost sensually as he watched you reach for yours. He handed the ice cream vendor a $5 bill before walking with you to your picnic blanket on the center grass patch of the public park.
So far so good. He had you thinking he was going to go nuts with his ‘One Last Spending Hoorah.’
“So, hows the ice cream?” His blonde hair almost hung in his eyes as he watched you, all the while keeping his ice cream from melting onto his hand with his tongue.
“I mean, it’s ice cream.” You said nonchalantly as you shrugged. His face seemed a little displeased. “So that means it’s good by default. It’s good, Warren.” You smiled and laughed lightly before picking up where you left off with the quickly melting cone.
He seemed pleased with the later answer and continued to eat. It was a blissfully warm day with the perfect amount of sun to make a freezing treat beyond enjoyable. His blue eyes were concealed and protected behind his dark sunglasses, hiding them from your view. He sighed in content as he leaned back; using one hand to hold himself up and the other to hold his cone.
You felt yourself smile genuinely. Warren was becoming so domestic with you that it was beyond relaxing. So much so that you didn’t even notice the children playing soccer a few feet away. By the time you did notice, their bright red ball landed in your gut and your ice cream was embedded in the grass beside your picnic blanket. The shock of the hit left you a little breathless so it took you a moment to look over at Warren who’s feathers and chest were puffing up in protective anger.
He handed you his cone and picked up the ball as he stood and looked accusingly at the group of kids. The oldest of the bunch couldn’t be more than 11 years old at most.
“You think it’s funny to kick a ball at someone? Huh?” The kids were obviously ashamed and just wanted their ball back, not to be lectured.
“Warren, it’s fine. Really!” You got up and joined his side, taking the ball and giving it to the closest of the kids with a kind smile. “You guys just be careful, okay?” They all nodded and darted away.
Warren kept his chest puffed up before deflating it and looking down at you, sliding his sunglasses back up onto his hair. “I had that.”
“Had it? It wasn’t exactly a situation, Warren. They’re just kids.” You spoke gently as you handed him the remaining intact ice cream cone and picked up the wreckage of yours, throwing it into a trash bin nearby.
His eyes watched you and you could tell he was thinking deeply.
“How are you so calm and gentle all the time?”
That question took you off guard. Calm all the time? Definitely not.
“I’m not. I just try not to get worked up over small stuff.” You spoke cooly and allowed your hand to reach up, grasping his wrist which held the ice cream. You pulled it to your face so you could lick from it while maintaining eye contact with his freshly exposed eyes.
You didn’t miss the way his cheeks lightly blushed and his brow twitched in intrigue.
“The small stuff, hm?” He shrugged and used his free arm to wrap around you so you could both walk back to your blanket. “How are you so wise? I’m the older one.” He huffed in a joking manner as you both sat down.
“I don’t know if I can answer that.” Your smile widened as you leaned against his shoulder, licking more of his ice cream.
“You know what?” He took a lick of the ice cream, “I feel like this ice cream is missing something.”
His voice held a mischievous tone, the one he used when he was about to do something stupid and expensive.
Your eyes closed and your head hung low. “Warren, you didn’t.” You felt his chest puff up again, this time in pride, and he smirked.
“Yes I did.” He whistled and the band of musicians who were playing for tips walked over to begin serenading you. It was obvious now that the ‘playing for tips’ part was just their cover story so he could surprise you. “You’ve gotta at least watch! I spent $200 convincing these guys to play our song!”
Your eyes flickered back up at him. “Our song? Since when do we have a song?”
“Always on My Mind.” Warren shrugged and fought off an embarrassed blush. “You always hum it around the house so I just kind of figured..”
You gasped in excitement but it died when the musicians started playing heavy synth. “Warren, this isn’t Elvis.”
He looked at you in a confused manner. “Elvis? Babe, no. It’s Pet Shop Boys style. Way cooler.” He looked proud as you looked at the singer going all out and then back at your beloved angel.
You laughed softly and shrugged, decoding to give it a chance. “It’s catchy. Sooo not our song, but.. Pretty catchy.” You saw him pout.
“You don’t like it?”
“I love it. It’s something only you would do.” Your hand lifted and gently touched his chest in a loving manner. “Honestly, I’m surprised you didn’t think our song was some heavy metal from one of your mixtapes.” You laughed a little but the blush on his cheeks made you laugh even harder. “This song wasn’t even your first choice, was it?” You were full out laughing when he started rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment.
It took him a few moment before he decided to join you. “Whatever, nerd. Just listen to the music.” He handed you the ice cream cone.
His arm pulled you back into his chest and you relished in the gleeful sound coming from the band; you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.
Note: Takes place after X-Men: Apocalypse, Warren has metal wings
Warren couldn’t help but pull away, he couldn’t help but close him self off from practically everyone in the mansion. Most people relayed his tendency to keep to himself to his personality, but it was truly due to his wings. Fashioned by Apocalypse himself, made up of feathers crafted from deadly sharp metal, they reminded him was the pain he’d inflicted on others and he hated it. He hated that while incredible, they could cause such torment.
He didn’t know what else to do but pull away, he knew most people felt fearful when they saw them, spread to full length comprised of dagger like feathers. He felt lost until he met you. Something about you drew you to him, your shy personality and quiet manners. The way you tucked back your hair when you were nervous, but mostly let it fall around your face. He loved watching you bite back a smile when you were excited about something, but most of all he loved your mutation.
You had the ability to grow plants on practically any surface by simply touching your finger tips to where ever you wanted them to sprout. Warren admired it, an ability so pure, that brings life, it was all he could ever want. You, like him, spent most of your time tucked away as well, but not for the same reasons. You were naturally shy and spent most of your time outside the mansion or in the greenhouse, and while you got along well with the other mutants, you were content with alone time too.
You were working in the greenhouse, caring for the plants, when Warren approached you, out of character for him, but you were more than happy to talk with him if that was what he needed.
“Um, hi there.” He had ducked through the short opening into the house, hands tucked in pockets, a nervous look painted on his face.
“Hi.” You pulled a loose piece of hair behind your ears and dropped your gaze to the floor.
“Need any help.” He added after a moment of silence. You looked around the greenhouse, it was small, barely enough room for one person, let alone Warren and his wings, but you’d seen the way he shut out every person he talked to, and if you were the one to open him back up, you had to try. You didn’t believe he was a bad person, his past didn’t define who he was, just who he had been.
“I could always use an extra hand.” You smiled. His shoulders seemed to ease a little, a small bit of tension escaping his rigid form, he even managed a smile of appreciation. “What can I do?” He said eagerly stepping forward, but his slightly outstretched wing collided with a watering can resting on the battered wooden shelf next to him. The metal can hit with the floor creating a crashing sound that caused you to jump a little. “Sorry. Sorry.” Warren muttered, pulling his wings flush against his body and quickly bending to pick up the can and return it to it’s original position. You were about to tell him it wasn’t a big deal when he spoke again. “I should just go.” He turned to leave and you felt sadness creep into your thoughts. You wished you could tell him no one blamed him for the choices he made. The mansion was a place for second chances.
“Warren wait.” You finally found the courage to speak up when he was halfway out the door. He turned his head slowly to meet your gaze. You could barely hold the eye contact, but willed yourself to be brave. “Maybe we could just talk a while.” You gave him a hopeful smile. He studied you for a moment before agreeing without a word. He walked back into the greenhouse as you took a seat on the floor, criss crossed, trying to relax. You weren’t normally one to initiate conversation, but if you didn’t tell Warren he had the right to forgive himself, who would? Warren took a seat across from you. Leaning his back against the wall of the shed, his knees bent, gaze trained on the damp floor. You both sat in silence for a while, not finding the words yet, but enjoying the company.
“Thanks.” Warren finally muttered.
“For what?” You tilted your head towards him, tapping your fingers nervously on the floor at your sides, unaware you were causing tiny sprouts to rise up between the cracks on the pavement.
“For,” he lifted his eyes to meet yours, “for not getting that look that everyone gets when they see my wings, a look that judges me for who I was.” He let out a deep breath like he’d been waiting to make that statement for a long time.
“There’s nothing wrong with your wings.” You shook your head in disbelief at him, “and there’s nothing wrong with coming from a dark place, we’ve all messed up, no one here is perfect.”
“Nothing wrong,” he laughed a little, tilting his head back against the wall, eyes angled towards the ceiling, “look at them, they are made up of blades.” You watched him for a moment before scooting closer to him until you were only inches away.
“That’s not all they are Warren.” You smiled at him, “anything is what you make it.” You reached out your hand to touch the smooth metal, but he instantly drew them away from you. You shot him a look, urging him to relax. He finally allowed your fingers to press against the cool material, and you tapped your hand along the edges of the feathers. A small trail of flowers sprouted where your fingers last touched, their stems intertwining with the layers of steel. You smiled as you watched Warrens face brighten at the sight of the flowers blooming on his wings. A smile ghosted his lips. “See,” you finally said, drawing your hand back, admiring your own work, “beautiful.” You looked back at him. His eyes seemed to shine a bit brighter as if maybe he truly believed your words.
Summary: Warren wants his jacket back REALLY BAD, and the reader is Peter’s best friend.
Warnings: A lil bit of swearing (not a lot just damn)
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“BABEEEEE!” Warren hollered, chasing you across the schoolyard. “Give me back my damn jacket!” You smirked and ran faster, see you managed to sneak his jacket when he was asleep and when he asked you if you saw it you were sitting on the grass with music playing. “Hey babe.” You greeted with a cheeky smile while pulling blades of grass from the ground.
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That leaves us to now, you frantically running around the schoolyard while Warren chases you. Getting more impatient by the second, he would’ve let you have his jacket if you asked, but since you literally broke into his room and stole it just to annoy him there was no way in hell that he was gonna let you wear it.
“Thats it!” He yells and you hear flapping from behind you, “AAAAAAHHHH SHIT!” You exclaim as his shadow hovers over you. “UBER!” There was a flash by you and you turn to see Peter. You guess he had been watching and knew you would need assistance from your best friend. You quickly jump onto his back and he starts running, half a second later and you’re on top of the roof of the school and mentally face palm.
“Nice job Uber! You realize he has wings right?!” From the honestly terrified look on his face and the shadow above you you guess he just realized that as well.
You let out a loud scream as you are scooped up bridal style and carried high up into the sky. You grab onto Warren for dear life as he takes you up even higher, the school looks like a blob at this point and you close your eyes tight.
“You ready to give me back that jacket now princess?” He asks, you could practically feel the smirk radiating off him and it pissed you off.
“1. We’re like a thousand meters in the sky so how defuq and 2. Never!” You yell with your eyes still shut.
“Fine, suit yourself.” He says, letting go of you sending you plummeting to the ground screaming your lungs out.
You feel Warren scoop you back up again and let out a heaving sigh, shivering from the fright.
“You never thought id actually let you fall did you?” He asks, you look up at him seeing a wide smirk across his face. You say nothing but bury your face in his neck and wrap your arms and legs around him so youre hugging him koala style. He wraps his arms around your waist and keeps both of you up in the air.
“You can wear my jacket.” He mumbles into your hair and you look at him, a dead expression on your face.
“Are you kidding me?” “Nope” “I hate you so much right now” “Eh you’ll get over it, I’m pretty damn great.” He smirks. You chuckle and peck him on the lips. “ Yeah, you are, even though you piss me off pretty much 24/7 you’re pretty great.” “What if I dropped you again?” He asks mischievously. “Dont even think about it.”
“Hey. (Y/N), what –” Peter was cut off as a large white wing flew in front of his face, hiding him from view. Warren smirked slightly, hearing the speedster huff in annoyance, narrowly missing a mouth full of feathers.
“Hi, Babe, I lost my number, can I have yours?” Warren stated with a wink. Peter zipped around his wing, pushing his goggles up onto his hairline.
“No, but you can have mine! It’s 555- go fuck yourself!” And with that, the two started arguing…unaware that you had been lead away by Sean, to go and get some Chinese food…
The first time he ever sees you, you’re swathed in a lab coat and standing in front of a panel of S.H.I.E.L.D. administrators — tattooed knuckles fly through the air as you explain the importance of upgrading and up-keeping the labs DNA analysis machinery. You’re speaking with excitement, colored brows rising higher on your face as you smile and laugh and rock from toe to toe in your platforms.
The rings in your nose glint in the light of the conference room and Steve thinks he’s definitely not ready for that, not for sleeves of tattoos and citrus colored hair and nose rings.
But, you smile again and catch his eyes and Steve thinks maybe he is ready for that. Because you’re as bright as the August sun and your hair reminds him of lemonade, and summer is his favorite season — and he really likes lemonade.
Maybe a couple of drops here from biting or a small cut oozing there always gets him hard. However, when he discovered menstruating as a young nation, he was never the same.
Blood lust does not even begin to explain his obsession
The Dane craves a nice bloody mess every so often, leading to some questionable Google searches and missing period panties.
He thought that extremely violent sex would satisfy his hunger
But after a series of previous partners leaving due to his brute strength during sex or finding him rummaging through bathroom trash bins for used tampons – he knew he was a pervert.
Definitely believes in “red wings”
Absolutely loves a good red bloody ring around his dick. The mixture of blood and slick arousal always works as the best lube.
Knows when his S/O starts their period
Similar to a dog who sniffs out periods, his nose would dive completely to the crotch of his S/O the moment their period starts.
And just like a dog, he laps up whatever his partner has to offer
Whether is is light flow or heavily pouring out of them – Mathias is ready with an open mouth. Regardless of the blood clots or dried blood, he will completely clean his lover if they allow him.
Especially loves the metallic taste
When eating out his partner, he relishes in the metallic taste of their blood – how it completely covers his tongue.
Makes sure to be very gentle.
He understands that he cannot completely devour his S/O like he wants, making sure to use his tongue delicately on their very sensitive labia and puffed out clit.
Completely shameless with the mess he made
Mathias has no shame when it comes to it. Whatever blood that he finds smeared on his lips, around his mouth or running down his chin – he wears proudly and knows that it turns his lover on due to it looking as if he is devouring them.
a/n – I hope you like this! i kinda want to do a part 2 to this to expand to the characters, so i might do! let me know if you would like one!
Every parent had the stereotypical ‘#1 dad’ mug, but it could only be true for one person. And you knew it was your dad.
Scott Lang was very much a child himself, at least mentally. There was nothing he enjoyed more than spending a Saturday morning on the couch, eating Lucky Charms by the bucket and watching cartoons with you and Cassie. You were referred to as “his favourite girls” constantly, and although you had heard it for years, it still made you smile to this day. You were older than Cassie, but the difference in age had no effect on your relationship. You were best friends, and you couldn’t have wished for a better family.
Due to having been on house arrest you hadn’t seen much of your father recently, so when he was able to leave the house and he told you of his first action it shocked you. As soon as he was able to leave his own house, he was moving. To the Avengers tower. And you could go with him.
“Wait, what? They said that?” your jaw had hit the floor at the news. You had been aware of ‘Ant-Man’ all along, so you had kept informed about everyone else, especially after Germany. Now you could be living with them, learning from them.
“Yep,” Scott smiled, shoving his clothes into a box. “Said they’d be happy to have you. Also, it means you would be able to go to that school, Midtown?”
“Are you serious? Do you know how good that school is? This is crazy!” you sat on your dad’s bed, wrapping your legs underneath you.
“I’m going tomorrow, they’re sending vans for my stuff. And yours?” your dad looked across at you, squinting his eyes in anticipation.
“Yes. Definitely,” you almost squealed, excitement bubbling in your chest. “What about Cassie?”
“She’s too young to be around all of the sciency stuff, so she’ll stay with your mom. But she can come visit, obviously.”
“Oh, okay. Well, I guess I’d better get packing,” you jumped up, giving your dad a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving to return home.
“Early tomorrow! Like, 8am want to kill everyone early!” Scott called after you, laughing as he heard the door slam shut.
You were stood outside your father’s house at 8am sharp. You had brought over boxes and bags full of everything you owned – you figured space wouldn’t be a problem at the tower. Looking up at your childhood home, a wave of nostalgia washed over you. Memories flooded back of messing around with Cassie, building forts with your dad and watching Scott and Luis working whilst also having no idea what they were doing.
A smile crossed your face as you were lost in thought, not noticing you father walking up to you. He placed a hand on your shoulder, smiling towards you as you came out of your trance.
“Some good memories, huh,” he looked towards the house before looking back at you. “They’ve finished packing everything up, we’re ready to go.”
“Let’s go.”
Approaching the Avengers tower felt like you were entering a new world. It stretched up and up, the logo shining in the sunlight. You felt like the human embodiment of the heart eyes emoji. Beside you, your dad was having the exact same reaction.
“Welcome to our humble abode,” a familiar voice with a sarcastic tone grew louder alongside footsteps. You turned slowly to see Tony Stark standing in front of you.
“Oh my god,” you whispered, your eyes wide. “Hi, I’m (Y/N). It’s such an honour to meet you!” You reached out your hand to shake his. In response, he held his hand out for a fist bump, which you gave quickly.
“Part of the family now, kid,” he smiled, walking towards the front door. “Scott. Nice to see you.”
“Hey,” your dad replied, grimacing at the memories of Germany. “How’re you doing?”
“Made some upgrades to the suit. Your old tricks aren’t gonna work on me any more,” Tony turned to give your dad a sarcastic smile. You looked between the pair, the awkward silence making you want to scream.
“So, who’s here at the moment?” you asked, famous faces running through your head.
“Most people have been MIA since Germany, so it’s normally just Rhodey and me. Oh, and the kid, Peter.”
“Peter?” you asked, the name unfamiliar.
“The spider-kid?” Scott remembered.
“Yep,” Tony replied. “He’s at school but drops in pretty often. I’m working on his suit just now.”
“I would love to take a look,” you started, your mind roaming with ideas of the improved suit. “I mean, if that’s okay. I’m a big fan.”
“I’ll take you up on that later,” Tony smiled at you, entering the tower and leading you towards the elevator. “Sixth floor’s all yours. Feel free to explore, take these, they’ll let you in pretty much anywhere. My people will bring up all of your stuff, and I’ll see you later.” Tony tossed you badges with your names on and gave you a quick nod before walking off.
You turned to face your dad, a huge smile on your face, “Wow.”
“Wow indeed,” he span in a circle, taking in his surroundings. “Split up and reconvene in a few hours?”
“Plan,” you smiled, placing your badge in your pocket and turning to wander down a corridor.
The laboratory was greater than you could ever have imagined. It was covered wall to wall in holograms, screens and experiments. You pressed your badge to the door panel and it buzzed, the door unlocking and opening. You stepped inside, sucking in a breath before allowing your eyes to behold the magnificent room. You wandered through the space, running your finger along a surface when another hologram popped up.
You took a step back, looking at the design that appeared before you. It showed a suit, reminiscent of one you were familiar with.
“Spiderman,” you whispered, reaching out to figure out how to interact with the hologram. You whipped your hand to the side which spun the design around. As it turned, you noticed that the suit was significantly more advanced than you were used to seeing. It had a more metallic look, and it shimmered as it turned. “Woah.”
You found yourself entranced by the suit, no longer aware of your surroundings. You circled the table, looking at the papers scattered across the table. There were designs, equations, things you couldn’t begin to comprehend. You had always been interested in science and things like these brought out the science nerd that you had often tried to conceal.
“Mr Stark?” the door opened and a young man walked through, throwing his backpack on the floor. He took a few steps into the room before realising you were there, stopping when he saw you. “Oh, hi.”
You looked up at him, smiling slightly, “Hi. I’m (Y/N).”
“Oh, Scott’s kid? Cool, hi.”
“What’s your name?”
“Sorry, I’m Peter!” he smiled, holding a hand out to you. You shook it and stepped back.
“So, you’re Spiderman?” you asked, looking across at the suit displayed in front of you. “This is quite a suit, looks like it’s had a fair few upgrades.”
“Yeah, Mr Stark’s been working pretty hard on it. Do you know where he is?”
“I haven’t seen him since I arrived, sorry.”
“It’s not a problem. I can show you the actual suit, if you’d like?” Peter looked up at you, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
“That would be incredible, thank you,” you smiled, following his lead.
Walking down the corridor, you couldn’t help the sneaking suspicion that this was the start of something wonderful.
*BONUS*
“So, Peter huh?” Scott threw himself down on the sofa next to you.
“What?” you looked up from your phone, not paying attention to your surroundings.
“Y’know, he fully took me down in Germany.”
“How?”
“Well, I was big and-”
“Oh my god, was it like the AT-ATs in Empire Strikes Back?” you looked up, your eyes glistening at the thought.
“Okay, y’know what? You can go with him, I don’t know you anymore.”
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