Just Consider This Part 1 Of Some Civil War Inspired Doodles

Tower Shenanigans- Peter Parker Imagine

Request: 63: “I think there’s someone in the house.” 69: “You’re ticklish.” 91: “Quick! Let’s hide!” Can I request any one of these. It doesn’t have to be all, just either one, I’d appreciate it!

A/N: oh my GOD I just couldn’t stop writing. Again, I’m sorry my writing has been simply atrocious lately. Hopefully this isn’t too bad :/ let me know what you guys think! I really need some feedback

Word count: 2287 (I’m soRRY)

gif credit to @weylawey

You had to admit, the tower was fun, without the other Avengers guarding your and Peter’s every move. Although, looking at what you two had done, maybe there was a reason for that. He had disabled F.R.I.D.A.Y long enough for you to sneak in, and you two were currently wreaking havoc in Tony’s lab. Webbing covered one wall, scorch marks from an Iron Man gauntlet covered another. Peter was currently standing horizontally on the third, tinkering with a shooter and leaving ashy footprints all over the once pristine white, while you walked past the shattered glass that had been the fourth. 

A glob of webbing hit the wall on your left, nearly taking you with it as it fired unexpectedly from Peter’s hands. He stammered an apology, putting down the tools and jumping off the wall. “You know, I could do limbo if you had stayed up there.” He scoffed. “We both know that wouldn’t have been fair; your lack of height gives you an unfair advantage.”

That earns him a smack on the arm and a wrench thrown in his direction, both dodged easily with a cheeky smirk to boot. You turned away from the boy, unaware that his eyes remained on you as you sauntered through the wreckage to sit on a (mostly-unmarked) bench. “You know, even though Tony’s up to his teeth in money, I still find kinda bad,” you said, brushing away the glass and patting the spot next to you.

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The Last Cookie

Summary: Bucky eats the last cookie you had saved for yourself. This is just fun and silliness.

Word Count: 585

Contains: Fluff. Just fluff.

Pausing your video game, you get on your feet and make your way to the kitchen. You have kept a stash of cookies hidden away behind the refrigerator for the past week, slowly eating them and hoping no one would notice. You smile to yourself as you think of eating the last cookie you had saved for today, only to see Bucky crouching by the fridge, bringing what looks a lot like your cookie up to his mouth.

“Whoa! Whoa, Bucky!” you screech. “What are you doing?”

Bucky stops and smiles, straightening himself up. “I found this cookie. Gonna eat it.”

“No! Don’t you dare!”

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Eldest sisters r the most oppressed

Tutoring

Peter x reader

Imagine request: hello! can I have a peter parker x reader, where I’m really bad at math and science so the teacher assigns peter to tutor me and we both like each other so like its all fluffy and cute? sorry if thats really confusing

Warnings: None.

Note: WHOOP WHOOP FIRST REQUEST! I am really excited about this post! Love you guys!

The bell rang in the classroom and you were excited to finally leave math class to go home. Before you even got up, the intercom clicked.

“Y/N L/N and Peter Parker, please come to the front office to see the guidance counselor.” The intercom in the classroom screeched with your principal’s voice.

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The last three digits of your current follower count is the Dewey Decimal Classification subject on which you must immediately give a 15-minute presentation.

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New Infinity War promo art

Not Alone

Steve Rogers x Daughter!Reader

Not Alone

Author: Morgan

Prompt: Could you do one where Steve finds an orphaned little girl somehow and he kinda takes her under his wing please?

Note: Awwwwww. Let’s say reader is about five years old? Maybe a bit younger?

After Sokovia, S.H.I.E.L.D. and Stark Industries set up a program to reunite survivors with their families and find them sustainable housing. Steve Rogers and the rest of the new Avengers helped some days, trying to help families find each other.

It had been months, and yet one little girl hadn’t found her family. And she wouldn’t. They were all gone.

“Sweetie,” Steve knelt down in front of you. You were sitting in a chair under the tent the team was stationed at. It was empty, and the only people left were them and you. “How would you like to come home with us?”

“Okay,” you nodded, sniffles left from all of the crying. You wiped your eyes. Steve smiled, offering you his large hand. You latched onto his finger as he led you to the quinjet. Steve helped you into a car seat and buckled you in. The machine took off.

“Are you Captain America?” you asked. He smiled, gentle blue eyes sparkling.

“I am,” he nodded. “But my friends call me Steve. You can call me Steve too, if you want.”

“Steve, where are we going?”

“To the Avengers Facility,” Steve answered. “Somewhere you’ll be safe, where you won’t have to be alone.”

“Good.” You smiled gently. “I don’t like being alone.”

***

Weeks later, you woke up crying. Nightmares about Sokovia plagued your sleep and you could never seem to sleep without a disturbance.

Steve came to your room soon after, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and clicking on your bedroom light.

“You okay?” he asked. You shook your head, fresh tears forming in your eyes. He jogged over and sat on your bed. “Hey, hey, I’m here. It’s okay, I promise,”

“It was Sokovia all over again,” you sobbed, your tiny body shaking. “I was all alone…”

“You’re not alone. You’ll never be alone.” Steve grabbed a tissue from your nightstand and wiped your tears away.

“S-Steve, please don’t leave,” you begged.

“I won’t,” Steve smiled softly. He bent forward and kissed your forehead. “I’ll sleep on your couch. Right over here.”

“Okay,” you nodded. “Goodnight Steve,”

“Goodnight,”

A/N: Okay, so I might have a slight obsession with Bucky being with kids but alas, the obsession continues… 

“Ugh, why won’t you stop crying?” I growled in frustration. The howling infant stopped for a second and looked up at my anguished expression. I thought that it had done the trick. He had stopped crying. I breathed a sigh of relief, but it was premature. He began to wail again and I was at a loss. It went without saying that I knew nothing about parenting or child care but when the owner of the diner where I worked asked me to babysit her four-month old baby for a week I jumped at the opportunity; simply because I needed the money.

I inspected the baby’s diaper and fed him but still he wouldn’t shut up. I didn’t know what else to do. It was only the first night and I was already losing my mind.

No amount of money could be worth this hell!

There was a hard knock on my front door. I assumed it was one of the residents of the building, coming over to complain about the screaming child at 11pm; probably that old hag Gertrude from the apartment upstairs. If it was her, I was going to give her an earful about how I never complained whenever she practiced for her irritating tap-dance class. I cracked open the door and peeked out,

“Can I help you?” I asked the man standing in the hallway. I had never seen him before.

“Look, I’m not trying to be an asshole but could you please keep your kid quiet? Some of us are trying to sleep here.” He wasn’t being rude and from the look of it, he really needed his sleep.

“Listen, buddy, I don’t appreciate you coming over here to…” The baby began to cry louder and drowned out my voice. Maybe he had a point. “…okay, I will see what I can do.” I sighed and the man smiled kindly before.

When I shut the door, the baby began to cry louder. I pressed my back against the wood of the door and sank to the floor, sobbing helplessly. Another knock, softer this time. “I said I will see what I can do!” I spat as I swung the door open. It was the same man as before. I wiped away my tears with the back of my hand and took a deep breath.

“Are you okay?” He asked as I sniffled and folded my arms across my chest. “I don’t mean to upset you but have you tried holding him?” I stepped aside and gestured for him to enter the apartment,

“be my guest. I can’t take this anymore!” The man looked hesitant, at first. He furrowed his brows and looked as if he was thinking deeply about what to do. “Well?” I asked expectantly and he stepped inside.

“Your apartment is really hot!” He complained as he removed his jacket. The shirt he wore underneath was long-sleeved as well.

“Yeah, the heat regulator is broken and I can’t afford to get it fixed just yet.” I confessed as I shut the door.

He pressed one knee onto the edge of the bed and unwrapped the blanket from around him as he lifted him into his arms with the gentlest touch; he was clearly afraid to the fragile infant. The baby curled into his body into the man’s arm and eventually stopped crying all together. “Wow, you’re really good at that.” I smiled as I watched him rock the baby back and forth slowly.

“See? He just wants to be loved.”

“Don’t we all?” I chuckled and the man smiled tightly. “You got a name?” It probably wasn’t a smart move to invite a man I didn’t know into my apartment. For all I knew, he could have been a mass-murderer. The man raised his head slowly before answering,

“Bucky.” I thought it was an odd name. I hadn’t met many men named ‘Bucky’ but I didn’t point that out. “You look a little young to be a mom; what’s his name?” He asked, wrapping his left arm around the baby’s leg. It was the first time I noticed that his fingers were metal.

“Err… he’s not my kid and his name is Christopher.” If he had any more questions, Bucky didn’t ask them. “Did you lose your arm in the war?” My curiosity got the better of me and I had to ask.

“Something like that.”

“Yeah, which one?” I placed my hand on his bicep, lightly. This guy was an all-round hero. He served his country, was great with kids and not that bad looking either.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” I was about to ask him to tell me more but he handed little Christopher back to me and grabbed his jacket from the chair. “I should get going, good luck with everything.” It was almost like my apartment was on fire and he needed to get out.

“Will I ever see you again, Bucky?” I didn’t want to come off too strong or too hopeful either. Bucky stopped in the doorway and looked at me over his shoulder.

“Maybe, one day.”  

Unfortunately, one day never came.