additional notes: i really love peter parker. in this one, the reader (gender-neutral) and peter are in their early 20s. enjoy!
You were starting to get cold, waiting on the fire escape outside your apartment. You stuffed your hands into the pockets of your bomber jacket, shifted your weight, and gnawed on the inside of your cheek impatiently. Where was your boyfriend, and why was he taking so long?
“Peter!” you called out. “Where are you? I’m cold.”
No response. You rolled your eyes. “Peter!”
“Hey!” And there he was, dropping down right in front of you from the fire escape above yours. He was dangling from one of his web threads, dressed in his red and blue suit. “Sorry, I was, uh. I was psyching myself up.”
You grinned. “What for?”
“Oh. Um. Well.”
You stepped closer, and you could imagine Peter’s eyes widening beneath the mask. “What did you call me out here for, baby?”
Peter looked everywhere but you, his gaze darting around while he struggled to reply. “I thought we could…I wanted to try…you know. Kissing you, upside-down.”
God, your boyfriend was such a dork. And you loved him for it. “Okay.” You moved closer, reaching up to tug his mask down past his nose.
“Okay? Okay! Cool. Um, do you want to—”
You giggled. He always looked a bit funny with the mask half-on. You could see a bit of a blush on his cheeks; he looked as bashful as he had back in high school, when he could barely find the courage to hold your hand in the hallways. “Can I look at all of your pretty face? I doubt anyone’s watching.”
“Well, y’know. Gotta retain some anonymity.” You nodded, and your hands rose to cradle his face. “But again if you don’t wanna, we don’t have to—”
“C’mere, Spidey.”
“Okay!”
You smiled and carefully craned your neck to kiss him. Peter reached out with one hand to cup your cheek, his lips so soft against your own. You couldn’t help but grin when the two of you knocked noses. “A little awkward, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, I mean, I guess I didn’t think this through but it sounded cool when I first thought about it—”
You cut him off with another kiss, this one a little harsher than the first. When you pulled away, his lips were already puffy, his cheeks rosy as ever. “That good?”
“Really good,” Peter said, almost breathlessly. “One more?”
You shook your head, releasing his face and backing away toward the apartment with a smirk. “Get inside and warm me up, will ya?”
Anon requested: ‘Hey! I just wanted to tell you that I love your writing! I was also
wondering if you could you write an imagine for peter where the reader
teases him in bed? I feel like he’s into being played with, hes a sub
for sure. Bonus points if you can use “we can do this the hard way” and
“I fight dirty.” thanks.’ Words: 1.3k Warnings: Soft-core innuendo.
Also – y’all know better. Don’t be expecting any bumpin’ from me with our soft boy Peter.
“Please,
Peter?” her voice still hanging on to sleep, warm and tickling as she
whispered; fingertips clever as they twirled through the curls resting atop a
still pillow warmed ear. He couldn’t keep the corner of his mouth from quirking
into a lazy grin as he shivered; tiny hairs standing on end, at attention, for
more of her attention, as she moved down the length of his back with smooth,
gentle strokes.
“Time
to get up, sleepy boy,” a warm kiss finds his shoulder; skin igniting.
Her
breaths were soft at his ear, eyelashes tickling at golden cheeks as she leaned
in, and he was full on smiling now as her fingers tap danced over each of her
favorite freckles, “I know you’re hearing me.” A thumbnail traces the curve of
his lips to make her point.
“You’re
a terrible actor, Peter Parker.”
A
laugh escapes from between his lips before he can catch it, so he squeezes his
eyelids together more firmly to make up for it.
“Peter.”
Soft
fingertips now firm as they fight over the comforter, the full weight of her
pinning him as she straddles his legs; bony knees astride the backs of his.
Well-worn
fabric brushes over the bridge of his nose before she manages to tug it down
again, giving up with a huff when he snugs it up around his chin, submersing
himself in what was left of their shared heat before she’d shimmied out from
under the covers.
“Peter.”
“I’m
sorry, Peter can’t come to the conversation right now, please leave a message
between REM cycles;” his voice scratchy, one eye peeks as she laughs; never one to miss an
opportunity to catch her bathed in happiness, even if only through the sheer
curtain of mischievous eyelashes.
Her
laughter bleeds into his chest as she leans forward into him, the heated lines
of her melting into him, filling him up as she always does when her body meets
with his.
She
knows; she feels full, too, always.
And
for moment it’s quiet save for the pull of two pairs of lungs, two hearts, working
in concert; both wide awake but drowsy with the feel of each other.
He
feels her smile, lips pulling at the skin between his shoulder blades as they
curve towards her cheeks.
“You
really have to get up. You promised, remember?”
And
he did, of course he did.
But he loved playing this game with her, too.
“But
I’m really comfortable.”
“I’ll
tickle you,” she threatened weakly, fingers already prodding at his ribs.
“That’s
ok. No problem. Good night.”
He threw in a snore for good measure, eyes crinkling as she sucked her tongue at him in frustration.
“We
can do this the hard way, Parker.” Jaw tensing as he bit down on his cheek
to keep from giggling, doing his absolute best to keep from squirming as her
fingers tickled at his sides.
“The hard way? Is that a challenge,
sweetheart?” She pulled at his waist, motioning for him to roll over. When he
did, her eyes met with his half-lidded ones; delicate eyebrow quirked as she
adjusted her center to rest over his, knees squeezing blanketed hips.
Her
fingers teased at the trail of hair below his belly button, every light touch coaxing more color
to his cheeks.
“I
can fight dirty,” she whispered; he was more focused on the way she moved
against him as she leaned forward for emphasis, suddenly drowning in the heat
of her; lungs heavy and forgetting how to work. He noticed her eyes, how they
lingered on his neck, watching his throat trip over itself as he swallowed.
“Um,
are you trying to get me out of bed
or convince me to stay, because you’re doing a really bad job of the first.”
She
smiled, her lips hovering over the base of his throat, hot breath teasing at
the skin there; his eyes closing fully again, readying himself for the way he
knew it would feel when she crossed that aching sliver of air between her and
him, paving the rest of his body as thickly as she already had, as she was, hips
pressing down, hips rolling as she preyed on his neck.
His hands were seeing themselves to her hips, blazing the trail to her hips.
“Please,
Peter?” Her words and lips feather light as she seared heat into his skin.
He
wasn’t breathing in the room anymore, just holding her in.
Please?
Yes, definitely. Yes.
But
then it was cold, his hands were empty; throbbing, and she was laughing, already half way across the room by the
time he’d released that breath in the shape of a frustrated groan, “Rude.”
“I
warned you. Dirty, Parker.”
“Using
your feminine charms against a poor boy who was just trying to get some much
needed rest,” he mumbled beneath the arm he’d thrown dramatically across his eyes, “You know, being a super hero is hard work, especially in this – ”
“Get
up, Peter.”
“OK,
fine, but later –“
“That
depends on how quickly you get ready now, sweetheart.”
They were both laughing as he tripped over himself, making a show of throwing his clothes on at warp
speed.
Let me know what you guys think. Feedback is always appreciated.
• Him being extensively cautious with how he holds you
• “(Y/N) are you sure I’m comfortable enough for you? If I hurt you please let me know, please.”
• You always bringing your favorite fuzzy blanket of his to the couch that you always watch movies on and fall asleep together
• Him playing with your hair and trying to braid it while you lay on his chest
• “Peter, what are you doing? I’m going to have a ball of knots on my head!”
• “I’m sorry, it’s just fun. I’m not doing that bad.”
• Him quietly singing your favorite songs a bit off pitch with his voice cracks, as he holds you closer to his chest and shushes you each time you laugh at him
• Peter always giving you his midtown sweatshirt before he holds you, just incase you’re cold
• Sweet and caring neck and ear kisses when he thinks you’re asleep, but you’re only listening to his fast heartbeat and taking the small moments in
• Him pulling you closer and tighter every time you readjust yourself because he’s worried you’re leaving
• Holding your hands tightly when he lays against your back and rests his head in your neck
• Telling you how much he loves your personality and sense of humor
• Clutching the sleeves of his shirt because you feel so safe and happy in his arms
• Peter eating candy bars and sour gummy worms while you lay on his chest, unable to sleep because of his constant movement of chewing
• Him sometimes being hot and sweaty in his spider-man suit after he’s out saving people
• “Peter why are you here, you’re all dirty and sweaty! You’re ridiculous.”
• Him then jumping through your window, laughing and saying “I don’t care (Y/N) I wanted to see you!”
• Peter always asking you to come over on rainy, stormy days because he’s nervous around thunder and wants someone to hold.
• Always being embarrassed when Aunt May finds the two of you
• For the anon that requested this, i hope you enjoyed! ❤ ✨
You made
your way to your boyfriend’s apartment. Peter
Parker had been your best friend for a long time, but a few weeks ago, feelings
developed and the two of you started dating. You couldn’t be more happy, but
Peter had been acting weird lately. He disappeared at school, bailed on your study
sessions and often had bruises all over his body. You started to get very
worried. You had asked Peter what was going on, but he told you it was nothing.
You thought he was getting into fights, but you knew Flash didn’t have anything
to do with it. It was something else. It was clear Peter wasn’t going to tell
you, but you were determined to get something out of him.
You knocked
on the door and was greeted by aunt May.
‘Y/N! It’s
nice to see you,’ she smiled as she gave you a quick hug after letting you in.
‘You too,’
you replied. ‘Is Peter home?’
‘Yeah, he’s
in his room,’ May told you.
You thanked
her and went to Peter’s room. You knocked on the door, but it stayed quiet.
‘Peter?’
you asked as you opened the door slowly.
You entered
the room, but Peter was nowhere to be seen. Where the hell was he? May said he
would be here.
You looked
around, trying to find something that would tell you where Peter had gone.
After a while you gave up and sat down on his bed. Your eyes fell upon some
photographs on his desk. There were pictures of Peter with aunt May and uncle
Ben, Peter with his friends and Peter and you. You smiled to yourself,
perfectly remembered when that photo was taking. You were on a school trip and you
had fallen asleep on the bus with your head on Peter’s shoulder. He looked down
at you with such adoration in his eyes, it made your heart burst from
happiness.
You figured
Peter would come back eventually, so you’d just wait for him. You scrolled
through some messages on your phone when you heard the window open, you turned
around to face the window and your jaw dropped.
Spider-Man
was on the ceiling.
He entered
Peter’s room, and quietly closed the window again. He reached for his mask and
your heart stopped when he took it off.
It was
Peter.
Peter
Parker is Spider-Man.
You stared
at your boyfriend with an open mouth as he crawled across the ceiling to the
door. He shot a web and slowly closing it. When the door had closed he sighed
in relief and let himself down. He turned around and froze when he saw you.
‘Oh my god,’
you breathed as you slowly stood up.
‘You- you’re
Spider-Man.’
‘No, Y/N,’
Peter started rambling as he pushed on the spider on his suit, causing it to fall
off.
‘It’s not
what you think! It’s just a suit and-’
‘You were
on the ceiling!’ you said a little bit too loud.
Peter’s
eyes widened when aunt May shouted from the living room.
‘You guys
alright in there?’
‘Uuh, yeah,
we’re fine!’ Peter shouted back as he turned to you again.
‘She doesn’t
know?’ you hissed with a shocked expression on your face.
‘Nobody
knows!’ Peter hissed back, grabbing a grey sweater, which he quickly put on.
‘Peter!’
‘What are
you even doing here?’ Peter asked as he grabbed his suit from the ground.
‘Well, I
was going to ask you what was going on, again, but clearly this explains it
all!’ you whisper shouted.
‘Hey, guys,’
you heard May approaching.
‘Hide the
suit!’ Peter looked terrified.
You quickly
grabbed the suit from his hands and stood next to him, hiding it behind your
backs.
‘Do you
want some tea,’ May opened the door. She gave the two of you a weird look as
you stood in the middle of the room.
‘Uuh,’
Peter said.
‘We’re
good, thanks!’ you smiled innocently.
May smiled
in return and closed the door again.
You turned
to Peter and held the suit up.
‘Where did
you even get this?’
‘Well, Tony
Stark-‘
‘Tony Stark
gave this to you?’ you asked in disbelieve. This was all a bit overwhelming. ‘Wait,
are you an Avenger?’
Peter was
quiet for a moment and then shrugged, ‘yeah, basically.’
Your
shocked expression turned into a smiled as you looked at the boy in front of
you.
‘My
boyfriend is a superhero,’ you slowly said as your smile grew.
Peter
looked a bit relieved. ‘So, you’re not mad?’
‘Of course
I’m mad!’ you smacked his arm and tried to look serious. When you saw Peter’s
adorable puppy eyes, you giggled, ‘But that doesn’t mean it’s not awesome.’
Peter
smiled as you pulled him into a hug. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled
you closer.
‘I’m sorry
for not telling you,’ he told you, burying his face in your hair.
‘It’s fine,’
you said. ‘I was just very worried.’
Peter
looked down at you, ‘so we’re good?’ he asked.
Summary: When May spotted bruises on Peter’s neck. You blurted out the first thing that came into your mind to save your best friend from revealing his identity. It’s hickeys from you.
You were currently on Peter’s bed covered in blankets as you watch Star Wars on his laptop while you wait for him to come back from his daily Spidermaning. An hour into the movie, the window opened and Peter crawled in quietly.
“Hey, how did it go?” You asked scanning him up and down for injuries. Being best friends with Peter means playing nurse everytime he gets hurt from his patrols. He doesn’t seem to be sporting some kind of injury today though.
“I stopped a couple of muggings.” Peter said as he throws on a t-shirt and sweatpants. “One of the mugger actually found this long metal stick out of nowhere and swings at me like a mad man.”
He climbed onto the bed and buried himself into the mess of blankets with you. Peter was squished into your side, both of you crowded together in his bed that is obviously only meant for one. You guys make it work though.
“It was a wonder that I made it out unschathed.”
“I mean, you’re our friendly neighborhood spider-man for a reason.” You said, loving the way a soft smile spreads on his face as you complimented him.
Moments like these are what really makes your heart flutter. There’s just something about being cuddled up to Peter, and have his familiar scent fill your head, that makes your heart swell with love for the boy you call your best friend.
May’s voice sounded from outside a few minutes later. “Peter! Can you please help me with these groceries?”
Both of you shuffled outside to the bags of groceries that are placed on a counter.
“Hey May,” Peter greeted and digged into the groceries and starts putting it away.
You grab the cartons of milk and placed it into the fridge. “Hi May!”
“Oh hi Y/N, didn’t know you were coming tonight. Will you be staying overnight?” May smiled warmly as she placed packs of pasta into a cabinet.
“Yeah. We’re having a Star Wars marathon.” You answered.
“Nerds.” May muttered beneath her breath, a fond smile on her face.
Peter’s voice quipped in giving May a playful offended look. “Hey! I heard that May.”
May laughed and rolled her eyes at Peter. “But you are.” Then she suddenly stopped and squints her eyes at Peter. “Peter is that a bruise on your neck.”
Peter’s eyes go wide as his hand quickly went to his neck. “A b-bruise?
“Bruises. Did you get into a fight Peter?.” May asked with a frown.
“Oh! Y-yeah, in school we were learning uh karate at gym today.”
May’s frown just deepened further. “Today is Saturday, Peter. You don’t have school.”
Peter stays silent although his face is blown with panic. You can tell he doesn’t know what to say anymore so you decided to help out. It’s probably a bad idea, but it’s the first thing that came into your mind.
“Those are hickeys!”
Both of them snapped their gazed to you in an instant. Peter has a horrified look on his face as he and May chime together. “What?”
“Hickeys?” May asked, ignoring Peter’s panicked looks beside her.
Heat creeps up your neck as you opened your mouth again. “I’m the one that gave it to him. I’m sorry.”
Peter’s eyes widen and he mouthed ‘What are you doing?!’ which you ignored completely.
“Are you guys dating?”
“Yes. I’m so sorry you had to find out like this.” You shuffled closer to Peter and gave an elbow to his ribs.
“Y-yeah,” he chokes out, “I’m sorry we didn’t tell you sooner.”
May’s frown finally relaxed as she studied both of you. “How long have you been together?”
“2 weeks.” You answered at the same time Peter said, “Since last week.”
“He asked me out 2 weeks ago, but we only started to officialy date a week after.” You add, saving both of you before Peter could go into another panic.
Right then, the doorbell rang and Peter bolted from his spot to get it. “It’s the pizza. I’ll go get it.”
You rolled your eyes knowing fully well, he’s just trying to escape the conversation.
“He’s a good boy, Peter.” May said to you and you nodded with a knowing smile.
“I’ve been waiting for this to happen. I didn’t know Peter actually had the guts to ask you out.” May chuckled. “The boy talks about you all the time. And the way he looks at you is the cutest thing I’ve seen.”
You were silent as you took this all in. Peter actually likes you? You never wanted to ruin your friendship with him, so you decided to never tell him about your feelings.
“I can tell he really likes you Y/N.” May said and she looks at you with a kind smile. “I’m glad it’s you, Y/N.”
“Pizza’s here!” Peter announced and placed the boxes of pizza’s on the table.
“I guess we’ll save the talk for later.”
“May!”
***
With full stomachs both of you continued the Star Wars marathon. Luckily, May didn’t give you guys the talk because of Peter’s endless protests. Instead she shouted a ‘stay safe!’ as both you went off to Peter’s room which made Peter’s face to flush a deep shade of red.
“Y/N, does this mean we have to fake date?” Peter asked as he toyed with the ends of the blanket.
“It doesn’t have to be fake.”
“What?”
You bore your eyes into his, movie long forgotten. “I.. I like you Peter. More than a friend.”
Peter breath fanned your face from your close proximity. “I like you too, Y/N.”
Both of you leaned in closer toward each other until your lips touched in a sweet kiss. Your hand is fisted in Peter’s t-shirt as he kissed you slowly, releasing all the pent up feelings.
You both pull away, breathless with huge smiles on your faces.
“Does hickeys really look like this?” Peter suddenly asked, pointing to the bruise on his neck.
“Not really. Thank god it’s pretty dark for May to really see.” You raised your eyebrow at him. “You’ve never seen a hickey before, Parker?”
A tinge of pink made it’s way back to Peter’s cheeks. “Not really.”
“We can change that.”
Let’s just say, Peter’s bruises multiplied when he woke up the next morning.
Warnings: Angst, mentions of character death, smidge of fluff, self-doubt, PTSD, nightmares, hints of depression, hints of anxiety
Summary: Peter’s trying to recover from the events of the war
A/N: Okay this is a song fict for Summer Stained by Broadside because it hurts me. Shoutout to @spider-bih for helping me with the font! I intended this for tobe more a hurt/comfort recovery fict but that’s not really what happened. This also contains some IW spoilers so ya know.
Peter was first evaporated from the plane of existence. Just ash in Tony’s hands after pleading for his life. In the final moments, Peter was only scared, terrified, barely even sad. He was far too young to die and the fact he’d be turning into ash just made it worse. He thought of May for a second, thinking that he’d just be gone and she wouldn’t even have a body to bury, nothing left of him besides his room he was supposed to clean the night before.
bc the avengers doing familial things makes my heart swoon
Pairings: avengers x reader, peter parker x reader
A/N: this was so much fun to write! if you guys want more headcanons, just drop them off in the ask box 🙂
being the one of the newest recruits to the avengers (that falls under the “young” side) has its perks
like getting to decide what dinner will be on the friday’s when steve’s too tired to cook, or deciding what movie to watch on late saturday nights when natasha’s nightmares get bad, or wanda and you booking the entire kitchen for an evening of baking
you never really abused that power (to an extent)
your appreciation for them far outweighed anything else so you refused to act ungrateful or spoiled with the privilege you had
weirdly enough, the avengers had strange quirks
they would always confuse you and peter for doing the wrong things for some reason ??
this upsets peter gREATLY
“BuT mR. sTaRk, y/n aTe tHe LaST cooKIE It wASn’t mE”
“pete i saw you eyeing that jar for the past 37 minutes, dont you start with me”
“yes mr. stark” *cue intense glaring at you
weekly debriefings in the living room
steve is 1000000x adamant about it, saying “its integral for bonding time so the team is more tuned to each other’s actions which will be handy on battlefield”
b u l l s h i t, steve is a softie and he knows it
tony puts on an act, saying hes got new suits to improve but steve hears none of it and drags tony’s ass to the living room (tony LOVES IT, the little shit)
it’s actually really really healthy for all of you and bucky is a sucker for it
he always goes first and talks about everything that happened during the week from the puppies he pet to the cute single waitress at Dave’s Coffee Shop.
sam gives bucky pointers on how to flirt, but bucky refuses to take his advice and it ends up in an insult war
“you have to actually talk to her, ya dip shit”
“maybe you haven’t noticed, but i have been, bird brains”
“staring at her with your mouth open isn’t talking, bucky! it’s called being a creep and seconds away from a restraining order”
“you talkin from experience?”
steve blows the fire out, like always
natasha humoring everyone with the conversations she eavesdrops on when shes on missions
you would talk about the new friends you met around the corner. (one of them in particular fancied you and peter would be jealous but he’d brush it off cuz what else is he supposed to do??)
peter talking about the upcoming dance and how peer pressure is so prevalent at school
you feeling a deep burn in the pit of your stomach whenever he talks about the dance or other girls and you dont know why bc its not like you like peter????
bruce knows you do tho. your body language screams it and hes surprisingly the only one who knows
grocery shopping
you are the only one apart of the team that can go to the grocery store and buy things that the team actually needs which is why you usually do the shopping
peter likes to tag a long bc the store is by Delmar’s, and he likes to stop by to give Delmar a hard time (he also likes going on walks with you bc you’ll accidentally brush against him and mutter sorry and he’ll grin and say “s’okay” but he sees your intense blush and that gives him more reasons to find anyway to be as close to you as possible)
steve will come along bc he left the coffee grounds in the disposal this time and tony banished him from the compound saying that he cant come back till he gets more coffee
natasha has to pick up the latest copy of cosmopolitan cuz shes addicted
clint tags along bc he too is obsessed
“tash, you will never believe what the kardashians did this time! its on the newest edition” “no way!!! Y/N we’re coming with you” (i adore natasha/clint banter)
you told the both of them that you could pick both up but steve claims tony always gets wack coffee brands and you wouldnt recognize it and natasha actually never buys the magazine. she reads the entire thing at the store so she doesnt buy it unnecessarily
thor begs you to let him come bc he loves looking at the mens hair products
“lady y/n, if you must know, asgardian hair is a force to be reckoned with-”
“thor, i think you used that phrase incorrectly”
“no? Midgardian pop culture is very perplexing”
“thats not pop- you know what, never mind, i recommend the Moroccan Pomade but knock yourself out”
steve, peter, and thor getting confused when you and natasha get pads.
“but i do not understand lady natasha, why must you ferocious females endure such pain every month? is it a curse?”
“yeah a curse from Satan when he realized he put too much sexy in the mixing pot when making us which is why we can take down any motherf-”
“NATASHA LANGUAGE WE ARE IN PUBLIC”
always fighting with each other over what is necessary and what isn’t but you always get the last word
you always allow thor to get the rainbow colored gummies, peter to get a small pack of kibble for Delmar’s cat, natasha to get sun screen bc she always forgets, and clint to get a new pair of socks for his crazy collection. responsible shopping at its finest am i right
nightmares
there wasn’t a single avenger that didn’t get nighmares
nearly every night there was screaming from one room
you made it a point to comfort them as much as you could. your powers really came into clutch here.
tony was the hardest to coax
on the days pepper wasn’t at the compound, his nightmares seemed to get worse
you knew entering his room was border line invasion of privacy but he was squirming and sweating and….crying?
thanks to your powers, you were more attuned to people’s emotions, so you could feel the fear within him and god was it strong. it was a trembling kind of fear, the type where you were swallowed into an abyss and there was no way out
you would calm yourself down trying to isolate yourself from his feelings and slowly walked towards his bed and place your hand on his feverish forehead.
instantly he relaxed and the quivering stopped. you weren’t able to give him positive dreams but you were able to numb his thoughts.
you did this with everyone, almost daily
bucky was the most difficult and you would spend hours trying to get him to just stop thinking
his mind seemed like it was always haywire but at the end of the night it was worth it bc you could see the small smile on his lips when the nightmare went away.
you were always afraid of helping peter.
it wasn’t like you were scared of him. the two of you had forged an inseparable friendship. but his nightmares seemed more intimate and you weren’t sure if he wanted your help
but this time, oh god, this time was the worst
so you stepped into his room
he was shirtless and the moonlight cast a sad glow around his body. he was whimpering, his body shaking.
you moved slowly towards him, doing your regular procedure of isolating your emotions until he shot up awake
you froze
this wasn’t apart of the procedure
abort abort abort abort abortabortwabfhgre
but his eyes are bloodshot and the dream he had was too real and you stood there in front of him like an angel ready to swoop in and save him
but you just stood there, your mouth agape
he would whisper your name and there was a catch in his throat
you would become flustered, saying “i’m sorry, i was just checking on you-”
“please dont go”
you would stand there for a little longer, staring at him, almost testing him to see if it was him or the sleep talking. but he didnt move so you sat at the edge of his bed. he would get under the covers and you would brush your fingers through his hair. he would feverishly grasp onto your hand and his eyes are begging. it was almost like a silent agreement and you slipped under the covers next to him gently. he would hug you, nuzzling his face in your neck and slowly his body would shake and you would realize he’s crying. every sob would rack against your body and you would hold him tightly, trying so hard not to cry as well because his emotions broke the barrier and now all you could do was feel him. so the two of you would lay there desperately clinging on to each other and you trying to make him feel better because god this boy deserves the world. and eventually it would work and he would drift off to sleep. you would stay awake till morning making sure he was alright, drawing shapes at the nape of his neck, occasionally pressing ghost kisses against his shoulder to reassure yourself (and him) that everything is alright. you would slip out of his room before he could wake and the two of you never talked about that night again.
you avoided him as much as you could without being obvious
he caught on real quick and so did bruce
but it didnt matter, bc you hid yourself either with wanda or nat or the new group of friends you made
missions
missions were the most difficult part of being on the team
particularly for tony and steve
they hated having you or peter go on them but when the time called they knew they couldn’t prevent you from coming
you always teamed up with thor (oddly enough)
his powers aligned with yours perfectly in a strange way
(also steve felt at ease when you were with thor bc he always gave check ups on you)
but when you were paired with peter, tony and steve would go crazy
and i mean cRaZy
“y/n, there’s an agent on your right. do your invisible shit”
“peter what the fuck did i say about language”
“tony i swear to god”
“cap, i thought you said you don’t swear”
the one mission you get kidnapped is the scariest of all
because this was a life or death situation
peter and tony found you in a warehouse and it was the most heartbreaking sight ever
your skin was torn by all the ropes they tied and you were bleeding in multiple places
all peter could see was red and he would have lost it if it werent for tony telling him to calm down
they’d successfully rescued you but not before a bullet went straight through your arm
you lost consciousness and tony almost cried bc all he could see was the same young battered girl he took in years ago and how he swore she would never get hurt like that again
yet here you were on brink of death and all he could do was pray
you survived thanks to bruce and tony refused to look at you
he stayed in his lab all day, torturing himself with negative thoughts till you barged into his lab and just hugged him until he stopped
“i thought i lost you, kid”
“you could never lose me. who’s gonna swap out your papers with pictures of corgis”
“i literally- wait, so it was you”
“oh shit”
you slowly amending your relationship with peter bc not talking to him was hurting the both of you
homecoming
you didn’t go to the same high school as peter (surprisingly enough)
but you knew the gossip there as he knew the gossip at your school
you knew his homecoming was just around the corner
so did bruce
which is why he decided to call you to the lab bc home boi gotta help his fav smol avenger out
“you like peter, yeah?”
“i-what-your-i’m sorry-no!!”
bruce raising his eyebrows like 99.9% of the conversation as responses and it flusters you
“you look like mr. bean when you do that,stoOoOoOop!!!”
“once you talk to pete, i will. come on, i don’t mean to meddle with your business but the looks have been going on for months and if neither of you do something about it, i’ll have to endure more of it and god knows i can only handle enough”
“i have no idea what your talking-”
peter barges through the door, hair in all diff directions, cheeks pink and hes panting
“y/nineedtotalktoyouitssuperimportant”
bruce letting out a whoop before clearing his throat and gently ushering you out of the lab not before sending you a wink
you glaring at him before following peter out of the corridor
“whats up? you look like a mess”
peter wiping his face as an attempt to calm himself down bc hes been thinking about this for the past two weeks and hes had enough
“i have to go to homecoming with you”
“what…peter you dont have to do anything”
“no i mean, that came out wrong. i just- i cant spend another day without you being with me. i like you a lot and it’s just-”
he’s tugging at his hair so much you have to grab his arm
“y/n your really sweet and cute and pretty and it would be such an honor for you to go to homecoming with me”
your heart is beating so loud you were sure bruce could hear it
“yes”
“yes? as in yes yes ill go with you or yes i guess or yes ill go cuz he asked me to or-”
“peter shut up”
he lets out a breathy sigh and you reach up and place a small kiss against his cheek and he involuntarily closes his eyes and it takes a great deal of you to not just place your hands against his jaw and taste his soft lips
“i’m thinking lavender”
“huh?”
“the color of my suit and your dress. it reminds me of what you smelled like when you-”
it takes you a moment to realize he’s referring to the night where you comforted him
the both of you blush
suddenly bruce walks down the hallway and he sees your tinted cheeks and grins widely
“FINALLY!!! I don’t have to deal with the tension anymore!!!”
he acts annoyed but ends up taking your hoco pics
and hoco was a blast and the two of you were the happiest as can be
the avengers were surprisingly supportive as well
except for tony and steve
they put on the protective parents front but inside they’re proud and loving and hope for the best for you two
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