Silence//Peter Parker X Reader

The Magic Feat

Request:  Bucky x reader please :) They’re friends but have feelings for each other. When they’re watching a film reader takes her bra off under her shirt & he’s amazed. She can’t believe he’s impressed given all the things he can do. Fluff to end please.

Word Count: 1,402

Contains: Fluff and a baffled Bucky. Cuteness all around.

A/N: Fluffy Bucky for you all! Hope you enjoy :) 

Bucky stepped into the living room, concern in his eyes. “Where’s everyone?” he asked you.

After muting the television, you swallowed the bite of cereal you had been chewing on before replying. “They’re on a mission.”

“And they couldn’t have told me about it?” Bucky’s voice was laced with annoyance.

You scoffed. “They don’t need to report everything to you, Barnes.”

“I know, but I’d like to know where they are,” he huffed out. “And how many times do I have to tell you to call me Bucky?”

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Pairing: Bucky x reader

Summary: Bucky writes a list on how not to lose you and you find it in the back pocket of his jeans. Requested by anonymous, a fic based on the song Tell Her You Love Her by Echosmith.

Words: 1.6k+

Warnings: Nightmare (just one, brief). It’s all fluff here, folks!

A/N: I wrote this on my iPad on iNotes lololol. Thank you thank you thank you to my bae @buckyywiththegoodhair for helping me out when I was stuck. Without you, this fic wouldn’t have happened. Hope you guys enjoy! Let me know what you think :):):)

Bucky had a hard time readjusting when Steve brought him to the tower merely 2 years after he had chosen to go back under, despite being constantly reassured that the only reason Steve had brought him back was because he was confident in new technology that could help reset Bucky’s mind. And it had done the job well. Simple words could no longer trigger the super soldier. But there was nothing they could do for his memories. Those would stay for as long as they wanted. He was plagued by nightmares, but he eventually found solace. In you.

It was an accident, really, how it all started. You were just heading down to the gym on a restless night when you heard grunts and pleas coming from behind his door. At the time, he was still adjusting to being around so many new people. He would mostly hang out with Steve, but when Steve wasn’t around he kept to himself. Never being outright rude or impolite, just quiet. So when you heard him struggling on your way to the gym, you made a split second decision to open the door, the urgency of his pleas leaving no time for you to second guess what you were about to do. When you got to his bedroom, you didn’t even bother knocking, you just opened the door and ran to him. His eyes were shut tight, sweat beading on his forehead, his arms gripping the sheets as his whole body thrashed against the mattress. You were careful but urgent in your attempts to wake him up, his screams of pain growing too much for you to bear. So you slowly placed a hand on his forehead and whispered his name. His face scrunched up in confusion, little lines forming between his eyebrows, but his eyes stayed shut and his breathing was still erratic. So you repeated his name over and over again, gradually raising your voice, until his body relaxed and his eyes finally fluttered open. His eyebrows knitted together in confusion before a flicker of recognition flitted across his eyes and he finally registered who was sitting on the bed next to him. You slowly lifted your palm from his forehead and started running your fingers through his damp hair. You stayed like that, gazes never breaking, until his breathing completely calmed. “You okay?” You kept your voice low so as not to frighten him. He nodded slowly and your lips lifted into a gentle smile before you got up from where you were perched on the bed and started making your way to his bedroom door. Before you could leave his room though, he called out your name. Turning around, your eyes met his once more, “Yeah?” A ghost of a smile crossed his lips. A real smile though, not the forced polite ones he’d given everyone on the team when he first arrived. “Thank you, [Y/N]”

After that night you two slowly grew more comfortable around each other until eventually he started confiding in you. About the things he’d done, the nightmares that plagued him, his fears. And when he finally did get more comfortable with your presence, a side of him came out that you could only assume was akin to what he was like in the 40’s. Playful, funny and charming. Somewhere along the line, you had completely fallen. He had been through so much and yet he had come out of it the kindest, most considerate man you’d ever known. In a new world, where the people were different and the customs had changed drastically, he had adjusted so well. His presence became a constant in your life and besides Nat, he was your best friend. So you tried your best to tamp it down, hoping it was just a passing thing. It made sense you would develop a little crush right? He was built like an Adonis after all, you weren’t immune to that. It didn’t help your case that you would sometimes catch him looking at you with longing in his eyes. He never made a move though. You suspected he was afraid of losing your friendship in the case you didn’t want him like he wanted you. So one day, when you two were watching a movie in his room, his arm draped across your shoulders, you decided to throw caution to the wind and finally take what you had wanted for so long. So you grabbed the remote and pressed pause. He looked at you with a playful smile and lifted an eyebrow, “Bathroom again?” He was poking fun at your ridiculously tiny bladder. You shook your head at him, a smirk on your lips. “Nope. Just tired of waiting.” His eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “Waiting for what?” “For you to make a move.” And then you were crashing your lips onto his. He reacted almost instantly despite his initial shock. And when he really registered what was happening, his hands came up to cup your face, tilting your head and taking control of the kiss. His lips were firm and soft against yours and it was everything you had wanted for so long and so much more. His tongue ran across your bottom lip, asking for permission that you quickly granted him. He explored your mouth fervently and you sighed at the feel of him, your hands flying to the front of his shirt. When the burning in your lungs got too uncomfortable, you parted for air, your eyes fluttering open and meeting his slightly darkened ones. He grinned. “I’m really glad you did that.” You wiggled your eyebrows at him. “Well someone has to have balls in this relationship.” He threw his head back laughing wholeheartedly and your heart danced at the sound. You joined him, overcome with joy.

7 months later, you were doing his laundry when you found a crumpled up note in the back pocket of his pants. Bucky had recently moved into the same living quarters as you. It wasn’t something you guys had talked about, it just happened. He was finding it harder and harder to sleep alone in his room when he knew what it felt like to fall asleep holding onto you. Besides, he was your boyfriend and you guys weren’t trying to hide it from the team any longer. You were never good at that anyway, anyone with eyes could tell. Unfolding the note, you found it was a list. Scrawled in his messy handwriting, it read:

1. Treat her better, make sure to see it through 2 Don’t be just everything she wants, be everything she needs 3. Don’t run away when you get tired 4. When she says she needs you, tell her you need her too 5. Tell her she’s lovely 6. Always tell her the truth 7. When she says she loves you, tell her you love her too

You scrunched up your nose at the cheesiness, but found yourself smiling anyway. The words sounded familiar to you, you were pretty sure they were lyrics to a popular song right now, you just didn’t know which one. “Buck!” You yelled over the sound of the tv program he was watching in the living room. He came strolling in, “Need some he-” his words cut off when he saw what you were holding in your hands. You smiled. “I’m just curious”, you assured him. He shuffled on his feet and put his hands in his pockets, something you only every saw him do when he was nervous or uncomfortable. “I-I was just getting groceries last week when I heard this song. Sam gave me a notepad with his grocery list on it, so I figured it wouldn’t hurt to write them down, seemed like good advice.” You slowly approached him. “What for?”, you asked quietly, even though you already had an idea. He sighed. “I’ve never been a serious relationship person, not even back then. And now dating’s even more crazy. Tinder? How is that a thing?” You chuckled. Trying to find your significant other purely by looks and a short bio did seem a little unconventional, even to you, a millennial. “And I don’t want to mess this up, [Y/N]. It’s too good, you’re too good”, he continued, his gaze dropping to his feet. You cupped his face and forced him to look back at you. You smiled before speaking. “You’re not going to mess this up. You’re the best man I know, don’t underestimate yourself. We’ve been doing fine so far, don’t you think? Actually, in my most humble opinion, we’ve been doing amazing. I love you so much. I’ve never loved anyone like I love you, and if you’ll have me, I’ll spend the rest of my days proving it to you until you believe it.” His face split into the biggest grin you’d ever seen and he let out a breathless chuckle. “I love you, I love you so much. I’m not sure you’re even real sometimes.” You beamed at him and pressed your lips against his, capturing them in a toe curling kiss. When you pulled back, you smiled at him. “Does that feel real to you?” He nodded vigorously. “It’s the realest thing I’ve ever felt,” he whispered, a smile blooming on his beautiful face. You ran your thumb over his cheek and grinned. “Good.”

TAGGING: @buckyywiththegoodhair @avengerofyourheart @bovaria @imaginingbucky @yourplumbucky

After first episode of series 11

I don't like that new action film vibe but I absolutely love 13th Doctor. She is lovely, funny and she is exactly what we need right now. She is my Doctor <3

Wisdom Teeth and Too Small T-Shirts (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: “10 and 13 from the prompt list with Peter, pretty please????” + “#10 please”

#10: “There is no way I’m going out in public with you looking like that.”

#13: “Hey is that my shirt?”

Summary: When you became Peter’s girlfriend you knew you would have to put up with a lot of things: crazy supervillians, missed dates, late assignments, etc. but you never anticipated that your hardest challenge to date would be something not related to his hero persona at all, but just getting home from the dentist.

“Vhat the hmck.” Peter struggled against the seatbelt that you had just buckled for him. He had just gotten his wisdom teeth out and his speech was pretty impaired by the cotton in his mouth. While it was extremely cute, you focused on the task at hand; getting Peter to keep still and keep his seatbelt on. You were supposed to drive him home and take care of him for a bit while Aunt May was at work and you had openly accepted the job, getting to witness whatever crazy stuff Peter said would be super funny and cute, you just hadn’t anticipated how crazy.

“(Y/N)!” Peter yelled. “Vhere err ooh?” 

“Peter I’m right here. I just walked around the car to get in.” You giggled as you got in the driver’s seat and buckled yourself. You began to back out when Peter screamed and you pressed the brake to the floor.

“Oh my gosh! Peter what?” You looked at him in the rearview mirror. 

He yawned and shrugged. “I just felt like I needed to do that.” You closed your eyes in exasperation. Maybe this wouldn’t be as cute as you thought. 

Once you got on the road you heard Peter rummaging around in the back of your car. You ignored it because of the heavy traffic and hoped he wasn’t causing too much trouble. When you looked up you snorted in surprise. 

“Hey is that my shirt?” Somehow Peter had taken off his own shirt and put on one of your extras that you had kept in the back of your car. It was obviously much too small for him and had a print from a Disney movie on it. 

“No.” He jutted out his chin stubbornly. “This is my shirt.” You couldn’t help but laugh at his look of surprise when he looked down and noticed the shirt didn’t cover his stomach. He looked so ridiculous you couldn’t help it.

“Oh Peter.” You giggled. “What am I going to do with you?” 

“Kiss me probably,” He winked before laughing himself while you just rolled your eyes. He continued to make comments as he reached into your bag and pulled out your tiny makeup bag. 

“Peter no.” You tried to look at him again as you simultaneously tried to turn the corner and avoid an oncoming car that had swerved into your lane. 

“Peter yes.” He answered you as he began to put eyeliner on his nose. You gave up and focused on the road. Once you got home you’d be able to give him the attention he obviously needed.

Soon you were parked in the apartment lot and you finally looked at Peter. 

“I can’t believe you.” You couldn’t stop laughing at how funny your boyfriend looked. You were pretty sure that lipstick was on his eye lids, and matched with the tiny shirt he sure was a sight to see. Peter began giggling because you were laughing. 

“How do I look?” You just shook your head and grabbed the bag away from him, still chuckling. 

Peter went to open his door but it was stuck. “Why won’t it open?” He asked you innocently. You smirked as Peter struggled against the child locks that you had activated as soon as you both had gotten in the car. 

“I’m sorry Peter, but there is no way I’m going out in public with you looking like that.”

Sleepover

Bucky Barnes/Reader

The Avengers tower was luxurious. The beds felt like actual clouds, there were light and sound systems in your room that you could adjust perfectly, and your apartment was so high up that you couldn’t hear the noises of the city, but still could see the stars. Your shower had been long and relaxing, as you could adjust the pressure just right. Your lights were off. You were in a somewhat comfortable position. So why the hell couldn’t you fall asleep?

Groaning in frustration, you got up and padded barefoot into your living room. The design of the whole little apartment (though it was missing a kitchen) was sleek and modern. You loved the atmosphere it set. Normally, you would feel right at home with these surroundings, and yet, you were just too worked up to sleep.

You chalked it up to still being relatively new here. You were already close to the avengers, but after an attack on your own home, they decided to move you into the tower. It was like a constant sleepover with good friends—but with a lot more weapons and fighting.

You stared at your clock for a moment. It was 11:30. Most of the avengers would already be asleep. Silently, you slipped out of your room, deciding to explore the tower more.

The level you lived on was just a hallway with two rooms. Steve lived beside you. A faint light shone from under his door, and a soft tune could be barely heard. You recognized it as an Elvis song.

You rolled your eyes. “Grandpa,” you whispered fondly under your breath before continuing down the hall.

You called the elevator, punching in the numbers for a few floors down. But the elevator started slowing to a stop a floor above your destination. You furrowed your brow in confusion. It was almost midnight—why would the other avengers be awake?

The metal doors slid open to reveal a very disheveled looking Bucky Barnes. He was clad in sweatpants and an iron man shirt, and his eyes squinted at the bright lights inside the elevator.

You hadn’t ever really talked to Bucky. He moved into the tower only a few days after you, but wasn’t much for conversation. You assumed he was getting over the traumatic experiences with Hydra—something all of the other avengers knew about, so they kept their distance. He was wary of everyone in the tower, though Steve tried to get him acclimated to living with all of them.

His blue eyes finally adjusted to the light and landed on you. You were also in pajamas.

“Can’t sleep?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

You shook your head.

“Me either.” He stepped inside the elevator, and pushed the button to the same floor you were headed to. There were all sorts of rooms to poke around in down there.

You sat in awkward silence, contemplating your options. Bucky didn’t seem like the type to run around an empty floor at midnight. Then again, you didn’t really know what type he was. Eventually, your boredom got the best of you, and you said, “I’m gonna explore a bit. Want to come with?”

Bucky considered this for a moment, eyeing you levelly. “Tony keeps a stash of Oreos above the fridge,” he said finally. “We’re headed there first.”

You grinned at him. “Fair enough.”

“I can’t reach them!” You whispered harshly, jumping up and down in front of the fridge. Bucky was standing guard, just in case someone came down to this floor.

“Really? It’s not that high,” he said, obviously trying to hide the humor in his voice.

“Easy for you to say. I don’t have a super soldier serum! I’m normal human height!”

“Okay, I’ll get them—”

“No! I can do this!” Stubbornly, you looked around for anything to help you. “I’ll just climb on the counter. Just a sec—”

“Don’t, it’s slippery!”

Bucky’s warning was too late. You’d just pulled yourself onto the counter when you felt yourself slipping, falling fast toward the ground. Bucky was there in an instant, catching you right before you hit the floor.

You looked up at him, a mischievous grin overtaking your features. “Hey, guess what?” You said when you realized he was still holding you.

He raised his brow.

“I just fell for you!” You snickered at the pun as Bucky titled you upright again.

“You’re ridiculous.”

Quite a few Oreos later, the two of you wandered down the halls, having explored the rooms on that floor thoroughly. 

“Hey, wait a minute,” Bucky said, lightly grabbing your arm to stop you. The contact sent a small shiver through you. You told yourself it was a draft.

“Let’s go to a different floor,” you suggested. “Maybe one of the offices. We could scare a few late workers.” It was already past midnight, so you doubted anyone would still be there—but you were getting bored. “We’ve already explored everything on this floor.”

“Not everything.” He pointed to a small crawlspace in the wall.

“What? No way!” You shook your head.

“Scared?” He arched a brow.

“No!” You defended. “Just…I think it’s too small for your shoulders to fit. And I’m not going in alone.”

“I think you’d be surprised to learn what I can fit into, doll.” He sent a suggestive wink your way. Scoffing, you playfully pushed at his shoulder. You were glad the lights were off—you didn’t want him to see the way your cheeks heated up.

“Besides, it’s a bad idea. Haven’t you ever seen a horror movie? Going into a dark crawlspace is like, the number one way to die.”

Bucky frowned. “I don’t think I have seen a horror movie.”

You stopped. “What? Really?”

He shook his head. “I’m sure they played them at drive-ins in Brooklyn,” he said thoughtfully, “But I can’t remember watching one.”

Astounded, you instantly made up your mind. “That’s it! We’re watching a horror movie!” You declared, grabbing his hand.

Bucky stiffened. For a moment, you panicked. You remembered how he shied away from the other avenger’s attention, avoiding physical—or even social, for that matter—contact. You really didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. The night had been going so well.

But then he grinned at you, letting you lead him down the dark hallway of the tower.

“I don’t understand why we can’t just go down to the movie theatre. That’s what it’s there for!” Bucky exclaimed, shaking his head with an exasperated smile.

“I have no idea why Tony thought a movie theatre was necessary in the tower,” you stated. “Plus, it takes away from the experience! Here, hold this end down.”

Bucky grabbed the corner of one of his sheets, keeping it in place as you draped the other side across a few chairs. The blanket fort was your idea, but Bucky had brought down his own materials. He’d provide the blankets if you shared your snacks.

Standing upright, you dusted off your hands and nodded approvingly. “It’s perfect.” The conference room table had been moved out of the way, the chairs strategically placed to hold up your fort. The opening was wide enough to see the tv.

“How do we get in?” Bucky asked, eyeing the tent.

“The door’s over here!” You held up a blanket at the end of the fort. 

He took the blanket from you, motioning for you to go in. “Ladies first,” he grinned.

You complied, crawling into the tent while grumbling, “Don’t look at my ass, Barnes.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he replied rather sarcastically.

Once Bucky had finally managed to crawl in, he looked around the fort. “What are you, some kind of blanket architect?”

“I’ve been building these ever since I can remember.” Using the remote to start the movie and turn the lights off (still a surprising feature to you), you settled in next to Bucky, nestling into the pillows and blankets you spread out on the floor. You opened a pack of candy and popped a piece into your mouth, content with how the night was going.

After a while, the movie was boring you. It was one you’d watched at least a thousand times. So, wanting something to do with your hands, you began to braid Bucky’s hair.

He didn’t flinch this time, but you saw his face twist with confusion. “…What are you doing?”

“Fishtailing,” you answered simply.

He nodded thoughtfully. “Oh.” A few moments of silence passed before he asked, “And what the hell does that mean?”

You smiled. “It’s a type of braid. Your hair is really soft, by the way. What shampoo do you you use?”

Instead of answering, he snorted. “You’re braiding my hair.”

Sitting up properly, you continued the braid, decided to make it wrap around his head. “This has got to be a real sleepover experience. Blanket fort, snacks, horror movie at 2 am, braiding hair, gossiping about friends…” You trailed off, watching his amused expression. “Actually, let’s skip that last one. I don’t want to gossip about people that can kill me.”

Bucky laughed, a smooth sound that contrasted so greatly with the man you first met a few days ago. Here, illuminated only by the tv, he didn’t look like the Winter Soldier. He just looked happy. You finished the braid, smiling at the finished product.

He sat up suddenly, earning a shout of protest when he almost knocked the fort down. “Teach me how,” he said.

He was suddenly very close, you realized. His lips were just inches from yours. You tried not to think about it.

“Teach you how?” You asked, internally wincing at how your voice wavered. He smirked, just the tiniest bit. “To braid. I’ll do yours.”

You grinned up at him. “I’ll show you.”

You took a small strand of your hair and separated it into thirds, demonstrating it for him. “Just cross it over into the middle each time. Like this.”

He nodded, studying the strand before moving behind you to start the braid. “So, over one to the middle…” He trailed off, sounding lost.

You giggled. “Here. I’ll help.” You rested your hands on his, guiding him through the steps.

Your felt his breaths on the back of your neck as he concentrated, trying once again not to think about how close he was. A small shiver ran down your back. You hoped he didn’t notice.

You didn’t realize how hyper-focused you were, because when a scream sounded from the film, you jumped with a startled yelp. However, with Bucky’s hands still in your hair, you didn’t get too far. The tug on your hair sent you falling backwards, straight into Bucky, who happened to be leaning on one of the fort’s support chairs. The whole thing collapsed on the two of you.

You groaned, your head still in Bucky’s lap. He lifted the sheets and looked down at you, quirking his brow in amusement. “You alright?” He asked, unable to keep the humor from his voice.

You nodded with a sheepish smile. “Guess I was just distracted,” you mumbled. “Sorry I ruined your braid.”

He leaned forward, hovering slightly above you. “I don’t mind,” he said, moving closer to you. “Truth is, I had a sister. I already knew how to braid.” He didn’t look the least bit apologetic.

You scoffed, feigning indignation. “You think you’re smooth?” You said, amused.

“No,” Bucky answered, so close you could feel his breath on your lips. “I know I am.” His hand moved to cup your face as he leaned down farther, finally closing the distance between the two of you. The kiss was slow at first, hesitant—but after a moment, you worked up enough courage to deepen the kiss, only breaking away from him to sit up properly.

When the two of you finally pulled away, breathless, Bucky rested his forehead against yours. The sheet was still wrapped around the two of you, keeping you close, and the movie credits were just coming to an end. You giggled at the absurdity of the situation. Here you sat, in a collapsed blanket fort with the winter soldier, who still had your braids in his hair.

“What’s so funny?” He asked.

You shook your head. “Just…haven’t had a sleepover like this before.” He chuckled, gently lacing his fingers with yours. You yawned, slouching slightly. “It’s already around 4 in the morning,” you said, a sleepy smile overtaking your features. “Want to just stay down here?”

He untangled the two of you from the sheet, returning your grin. “Fine by me, doll.”

You settled down into the heap of pillows and blankets, sighing contentedly as Bucky’s arms wrapped around you. You fell asleep almost instantly.

“Where the hell are my Oreos?” Tony stomped out of the kitchen, eyeing the avengers in the lounge. “Which one of you took them?”

Wanda put her hands up defensively, the rest of the group simply shook their heads.

“Maybe it was Bucky. Or Y/N,” Sam suggested.

“Speaking of which,” Nat asked, “Where is Y/N? We were gonna go for a jog.”

Tony, who had begun sulking back to the kitchen, froze in front of the door to the conference room. “Oh my god. Cap, at least your friend is warming up to one of us.” He immediately took out his phone, snapping a few pictures. Confused, Steve made his way over to Tony, raising his eyebrows in disbelief when he saw the scene before him.

The other avengers crowded around to see you on a nest of blankets and pillows, curled up in Bucky’s arms, sleeping peacefully. There were snacks all around you and an old case for a horror movie. Bucky’s hair was still in braids.

“Bucky was good at charming the ladies,” Steve said, shaking his head.

Tony cupped his hands around his mouth, ready to shout something to the two of you, when Natasha cuffed him on the back of the head. “Just let them sleep,” she said. “We can humiliate them later. I don’t want to have to deal with both of them being grumpy.”

“Fine,” Tony groaned. “But next time, they need to get their own damn Oreos.”

If It All Fell

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Summary: If it all fell apart—if you forgot who you were—would you love him again? Would the bond guide you back? Azriel doesn't know if that uncertainty is one he can bear.

Warnings: Angst, PINING, injury, references to nonconsensual situations

a/n: This series is in progress :) Thank you all for reading!!! ♡

Part 1 ♡

Part 2 ☆

Part 3 ✶

Part 4☼

Part 5 ☁

Part 6 ♡

Part 7 ☆

Part 8 ✶

Part 9☼

Part 10 ☁

Part 11 ♡

Part 12

Part 13

Tangled up in Webs:Pt:3

Warnings: Violence, Spoilers (???)

Pairing: Spider-man x reader, Peter Parker x reader Summary: You are one of the Avengers hiding in Wakanda. Being the youngest and the only one with a secret identity, you are sent to New York to be undercover in Queens. You’re supposed to be focused on the mission- but then a distraction pops into your life. Well- more like swings.

1:http://mattstarrxfandomimagines.tumblr.com/post/145877178561/tangled-up-in-webs

Pt 2: http://mattstarrxfandomimagines.tumblr.com/post/145920979041/tangled-up-in-webspt2

It had been three weeks since the incident with the water balloons. It was an easy fix, despite how much discomfort it had caused you. The only sign you could see of the damage now was your old notifications. Before your tech had been improved because of the Avengers, you would get images flashing across your vision. Not glitchy ones like when the water balloon hit you- useful things. Things like heart-rate, internal temperature, heat signatures, even news feeds. You didn’t mind having them back- but you felt less human now. It was just something you would have to deal with. Your hearing and visual panel had been slightly water logged when you first started, but you and Scott had managed to figure out how to fix it. Which had almost seemed impossible with how many times Cassie would ask questions about your abilities, or why you had wires in your head. But despite finishing the work in a couple hours, your mind flittered back to Tony, knowing how easily he could have fixed you. Those kind of things you tried not to think about. After that, the next three weeks passed by quickly without you noticing. You became used to where you were- knowing Peter, acting like you had a family, doing your homework even. It all had begun to feel natural. And that was the problem. You were getting attached- you weren’t supposed to do that. Especially forgetting to actually investigate. The only time you had really investigated was late at night and you had run out of options. You decided to go down to the shadiest place in town and wait, hoping to hear anything Super villain worthy. So you stood on the roof of a building, scowling as you tried to sketch the street below. Where would the best place for super-powered villains to attack be? You quickly erased a line as you groaned, looking up periodically to see if anyone on the slummy streets below would make any moves on the various bars and clubs that littered the dingy neighborhood. You sighed and cupped your chin into you palm, tapping the side of your cheek. And you had thought posing as a normal teenager was the hard part. “What are you doing?” You felt something land behind you, and it took all of your willpower not to generate a gun from your arm and shoot whoever had snuck up on you. Instead you jumped, dropping your sketchbook. You spun around, coming face to face with the superhero you had met twice. Well, now it was three times- that didn’t matter. The first time had actually been when you were in costume, fighting him at an airport. He had been really annoying. Crazy annoying. You scowled at him, your face bunching up. “What do you think you’re doing- running around, sneaking up on people like that?!” You exclaimed, fists resting on your hips and making yourself look angry. “Me? I’m not the one who should be getting interrogated- what are you doing around here, on a building… sketching people?” He asked as he bent down and snatched up your notebook. You lunged forward for your book, but Spider-man simply danced out of reach. “Huh. You’re pretty good at this.” “Give it back!” You huffed, still reaching for you sketchbook. He held the book way over his head, to far away for you to reach it, just enough to give you hope. “Aw come on, isn’t art supposed to be public?” He said, still laughing at you. This last laugh must have pushed you over the edge, because you made up your mind. You lunged at him a second time, expecting him to dodge again. But Spider-man had been caught off-guard. You barreled directly into him, arms wrapping around his chest and taking him down. You both landed hard, the superhero directly under you. “Ow…” He said, weird mechanical eye-holes squinted shut. “HA!” You exclaimed and reached over his head for one of his hands, the one gripping tight to your sketch book. You ripped it from his hands triumphantly and sat up, still laughing. “For someone who looks so small, you hit really hard.”  Spider-man said, looking up at you. You smirked, knowing the exact reason for that. “I guess I’m just full of surprises.” “Yeah. You definitely are… Can you get off me now?” You blinked and then looked down. You were straddling him. You blushed and scrambled off, mind racing. A red line of text flashed in your vision, telling you your heartbeat was abnormally fast. You dismissed the notification. “Sorry.” You muttered, looking anywhere but at Spider-Man. “It’s fine. I’m not hurt. No harm, no foul.” You looked at him sideways, realizing that he didn’t understand the implications of the position you had been in a couple of moments ago. You were relieved- but another feeling seeped into your mind. You closed your eyes, wishing you weren’t a hormonal teenage girl. “So really, why are you out here? Shouldn’t you be at home? In bed?” “You don’t know my sleep schedule.” You quipped, flipping through the pages of your book. “Sure- but I know your schedule doesn’t include hanging out in shady places late at night”. You cocked an eyebrow suggestively, a smirk risk  to your face. “What do you do stalk me? I didn’t take you as that kind of guy.” You teased, pressing the notebook to your chest. To your surprise, Spider-Man instantly became flustered, the tech in your brain telling you that his heart rate had increased. “No of course not!” Spider-Man exclaimed, arms waving expressively, “I wouldn’t follow you around- people who do that are weird! I definitely haven’t followed you home and watched you!” You stared, mouth hanging open slightly. “Oh my gosh. You totally followed me home.” You stated, one arm extending and moving for emphasis. “No! I didn’t I swear!” You almost giggled. Spidey’s voice had again become higher, increasing with his emotion. You walked over to him, looking him up and down. An orange light blinked in the corner of your vision. He was definitely lying. But he seemed flustered enough that you couldn’t believe that his intentions had been anything but well meaning. He was kinda annoying- but he seemed to always mean well. You smiled and moved closer, patting him on the shoulder. “I’ll forgive you- if you tell me about Kraven. Does he have any affiliates?” “Just because I’m embarrassed doesn’t mean you can trick me.” “So that means I’m ‘still in danger’?” “Yeah.” “Okay. See you around Web-head.” You shrugged and turned around, heading for the edge of the roof. “Wait- how are how you getting down?” “Same way I came up. Parkour.” You answered enthusiastically, edging your way off the roof. Spidey watched you go, staying silent for a long while. He sighed, putting a hand on his head now that you were out of earshot. “Uhhhhh she’s gonna kill me. I think I’m getting gray hairs- and I just turned sixteen!” “What’s that?” You asked, looking at the crumpled flyer in Peter’s hand. Peter looked at you as you walked down into the subway after school. “Uh, it’s nothing really important. Just a dance.” He said, sounding pretty negative about the subject. You snatched the paper from his hands, all while maneuvering around other people. “A dance? I didn’t know that high schools had dances…” You said, looking at the flyer with intense concentration. “You didn’t?” “No. I didn’t think education systems would bother with things like that.” You replied, turning the flyer over to find more information. “Well don’t worry, our dances suck anyway. There’s no reason you should have to worry about it.” Peter said sullenly as you both made your way to the subway platform. You looked at him and cocked an eyebrow. “You sound kinda bitter about all this.” Peter laughed half-heartedly. “Let’s just say that it isn’t fun to go to these without a date- or friends.” You looked at Peter, a feeling of sympathy weighing on your chest. If you hadn’t met Peter that first day at school, would you have been friendless? You looked at him as he stared at the subway, running something back and forth in your mind. “Peter-” You opened your mouth, but before you could say anything, loud screaming came from behind you. You turned around, seeing nothing but a large mass of people swarming out of the subway. “What is- oh…” You said, eyes landing on the large group of men two hundred feet away from you, gathering up people and forcing them to the floor. They were taking hostages- and guess who was the leader? Kraven. You caught a glimpse of his gaudy outfit as people streamed past you, running for the exit. You turned, expecting to see Peter right next to you. He wasn’t there. “Peter?!-” You cried out, and then in your confusion was knocked over by  nicely dressed New Yorker. You fell to the floor, wincing as people rushed over you, not bothering to help you up. You grimaced and got up on your hands and knees, starting to crawl backwards and stand up. You peered through the frenzied crowd, looking for something. There.

Your eyes landed on an upturned table, maybe it had been for someone selling things.

But at the moment it didn’t matter why it was there, overturned against a wall. All that mattered was that you had a hiding spot.

You sprinted towards the table, both thankful and disappointed the crowd was thinning out. Sure you could move easily, but you didn’t have the best cover. You dashed through the remaining people, weaving until you neared the table. You jumped and landed cleanly behind it, safely blocked from view by the tipped over appliance. You pressed yourself to the underside of the table and pulled out your phone, getting it ready to record what was transpiring. You turned and peered from your hiding place, seeing the last of the unlucky civilians being corralled together and thrust to the floor. The loud thumping of your silicone heart rushed in your ears as you fumbled with the phone. A small alert clouded your vision, telling you that your adrenaline was becoming rapidly high. You took a shaky breath and held the phone up. “Good, good!” Kraven roared as he sauntered across the dirty tile, brandishing a… hunting spear. You narrowed your eyes and zoomed in on the supervillain. His costume is what you were focusing on.

He wore a dark leather vest over a sleeves less orange v-neck shirt. Kraven was practically bulging from the shirt, dark hair and muscles looking like they were about to escape the orange madness. You wrinkled your nose and dismissed Kraven’s gaudy fashion sense, and focused on the accessories.

His necklace was adorned with shriveled heads, bones, teeth, bullets, and small pouches. Along numerous places in his dark tan skin, burns cropped up. The most prominent was on his right cheek bones, in the shape of an animal skull.

That had to mean something.

Either he was a masochist, or that burn had some kind of ties to other villains. 

The rest of his outfit was composed of weapons, slung across his back, across his chest, around his cargo pants, and around his waist. It was a miracle he hadn’t stabbed himself. You were so intent on drinking in and  analyzing Kraven’s appearance, that you didn’t see the broad chested man who was approaching your table with panther-like stealth.

Suddenly you were plucked from your hiding place, a calloused hand wrapping around your exposed neck. You spluttered as you were lifted into the air.

“Kraven, look at this.” The large man held you up, your struggling feet dangling in the air. Your vision was infiltrated with warnings, informing you of lack of oxygen. You gasped, eyes wide like a fish out of water.

“Hm. I thought we had caught all the animals left in this station. Looks like we passed over a delicate fawn.” Kraven brought a large, sausagey finger to your face and traced it down your cheek. You made a disgusted sound in your throat as Kraven inspected you.

“Drop her.” The large man who had caught you released his grip. You fell to the ground, clutching your throat. You winced-  your were definitely going to have bruises. You scowled at the dirty tile floor.

If only you could break cover- then this wouldn’t be a problem.

And you could shove one of those serrated spears right up Kraven’s-

You stop and looked forward to see Kraven’s large boot step dangerously close to your head. You froze, keeping yourself low to the ground.

“Actually, I think I recognize you, little deer. Quite a nosy thing aren’t you?” Kraven harsh voice sent shivers down your spine. You looked up, alarmed.

“I didn’t think your brain was big enough for you to remember things.” You snapped, speaking before you thought. You realized what you said and silently cursed.

You were really bad at this acting normal thing.

Kraven’s eyes widened.

“What did you say?” He hissed through his facial hair. You shrunk back, eyeing the knife his hand was hovering over. Kraven seemed more angered then glad at your silence. He grabbed you by the collar of your shirt, hefting your closer until you could smell his breath.

Jerky- gross.

“What possesses you to speak so disrespectfully to an ultimate predator?”

Ultimate predator?

You wrinkled your nose, forcing yourself to glare into Kraven’s beady eyes.

“Well not a ghost I can tell you that for sure. Though recently I have been feeling some indigestion-” you had already messed up- so why not keep making him mad? You were already in trouble anyways.

Kraven growled-like an animal growl- and pulled out a knife, holding it to your skin.

You stifled a flinch and chuckled awkwardly.

“Is that the knife you shave with? That would explain all the scars.” You prattled on, making him angrier. Maybe in his anger he would spill some useful information?

Yeah- that was your logic.

Kraven seemed to reach his limit with you. He pinned you to wall with one gigantic hand, tile shattering around you. You cried out, wondering if this kind of attack would let you blow cover.

Kraven came dangerously close, his knife centimeters away from poking out your eyes.

“You think you are funny? That you are protected, just because you know the Spider?” You grimaced, trying to ignore the knife. You kept your comments to a zero this time, not wanting to end up skewered. Kraven grunted, the knife moving from the bridge of your nose to your forehead.

“Well little fawn, I hate to break it to you- but the Spider-Man? He is no predator. He is prey. Just like the rest of you.” You gasped, the knife piercing your skin. Kraven drew across your face, coming down around your cheekbone. Blood began to seep, flooding your vision. You bit your bottom lip as Kraven kept talking, holding in a scream. If he kept this up…

“And soon, we will show New York what it truly is. A house of prey… But where to do this?” Kraven asked, flicking to knife. It curved across your neck, grazing the skin there but deeply cutting your collarbone. This time you screamed, kicking your legs. You caught Kraven in the gut and sent him skidding away from you. You gasped, knees shaky. Blood was streaming down your face, but head wounds always looked worse than usual. You were just worried you couldn’t see out of your left eye, and about the cut across your collar. You wiped your eye with the back of your hand, trying to get the blood out.

Kraven on the other hand?

He was laughing.

Kraven stood up, waving his men away when they tried to help him.

“It looks like you’re not as helpless as you look huh?” Kraven chuckled, picking up his knife.

“Nevertheless, you need to be made an example of.” Kraven stalked over to you, wiping the blood on his knife onto his bare arm. You pressed yourself to the wall, running over the options in your head.

He would kill you if you didn’t do anything. You crouched, preparing to run. It was better than dying or giving up your cover, but if still made you feel like a coward.

Kraven chuckled, knowing what you were attempting to do.

“Do you really think-” Kraven stopped, seeing something under his foot. The villain bent down slowly, snatching a piece of paper from under his foot.

“A high-school dance? On this date? How amusing. Is this yours?” Your eyes darted to the flyer in his hands- it was yours. You kept a straight face and glared.

“Oh… It is. How amusing. Actually- this is just what I required. You certainly are full of surprises little deer. But now, it’s time to say-”

Before Kraven could finish his monologue, he got completely blindsided. Kraven’s men yelled, pointing and brandishing spears. Spider-man.

You don’t think you could have been more happy to see him. You watched as he took out the goons, one by one. It was pretty impressive. Kraven was still passed out. You glared at his unmoving body, tempted to run over to him. Instead your eyes landed on the knife he had cut you with. You ran over, grabbing the bloodied knife from the floor. Now that you looked at it, it looked nothing like you’d have expected Kraven to be carrying. It was high tech- and green. You frowned and quickly shoved it in your backpack. You leaped up, seeing Kraven starting to shift.

“(F/n)! Get out of here! What are you doing?!” You looked up and saw Spider-Man gesturing towards the stream of hostages flooding the exit. You held back a retort and nodded, dashing up the steps.

You may have been bloody- but you had information. You ran, dodging your way through the crowd.

Now you had only one question- where was Peter?

You had waited for an hour, looking for him. Peter hadn’t been one of the hostages, so where was he? He hadn’t completely ditched you had he? You crossed the street, ignoring the loud honks directed at you. You winced, feeling the cut on your chest widening. If you could find Peter you needed to patch yourself up. You were strong, but you didn’t want to bleed out. You were just about to call off your search for Peter when your phone rang. Your phone. Of course- you had stuffed into it pocket when the big guy had grabbed you. All this time you could have just called Peter. You took a deep breath and slipped out your phone, seeing that it was indeed from Peter.

“Hello? Peter?”

(F/n)! I’m so glad you picked up. Where have you been?!” You smiled, hearing that Peter was definitely fine and was acting like himself.

“Actually, I got caught up.”

“Where?”

“Peter, I was one of the hostages.”

“Really? (F/n)- are you okay? Do you need me to come and get you?”  You stopped and sat against the sill of department store. You sighed and looked at yourself, knowing there was no way you could walk home like this.

“Yeah.. actually Peter, I do need some help.” You admitted. Peter seemed shocked.

“Oh. Okay- um where are you?” You looked behind you, seeing the name of the store.

“I’m at Katie’s kitties… Who names their store like this?” You muttered, taking in the bright store window. Inside you saw kitten products, and then cages with cats in them. You felt a pang of homesickness, the cats reminding of Wakanda.

“Wow. Okay you’re actually kinda close to my apartment. You hang tight, I’ll be right there.”

“Thanks Peter. Really.” You said as you hung up, looking back at the store. You stood up and walked inside, frowning as the doorbell was replaced with a cat’s meow. You looked up, seeing the bell was in the shape of a calico cat.

Weird.

The only one else in the store besides the cat’s was a old lady, red glasses balancing on her hawk nose. You waved, only to realize she was sleeping. You dropped your hand- at least you didn’t have to explain the blood.

You walked over to middle of the store, seeing a large glass display case holding around fifteen to twenty cats.

You couldn’t help it.

You scampered over and peered over the plexiglass wall, grimace dissipating into a content smile. The nearest kitten looked up at you and mewed. You sighed and dropped your arm inside the case, petting the tiny kitten with one finger. The kitten was light brown, with big blue eyes. It continued to talk to you, mewing as it curled around your finger.

It was so cute.

You smiled and past the time by playing with the kitten, forgetting your injuries. When Peter finally go there, you didn’t notice him at first.

“(F/n)? Oh- there you are…” You sat on a small stool, playing with the brown kitten. But Peter wasn’t looking at the cute little kitten- he was looking at you.

“(F/n) you’re hurt! Are you okay?” Peter asked, rushing towards you. You looked up at him and dropped the kitten on your lap, suddenly remembering what you were doing.

“I’ve been better.” You croaked, lips caked with dried blood.

“You said you needed help- not medical attention!” Peter exclaimed, looking you up at down.

You stood up looking Peter in the eyes as you shouldered your bag.

“And you can help me with that right? Besides- the cuts aren’t that deep.” Peter gave you a skeptical look.

“Come on, let’s go. We’ll determine how bad you are back at my place.”

“Ow!”

“Sorry (F/n), but this is necessary.”

“I know- it just stings.” You muttered as Peter applied more alcohol to your forehead. You sat against his bed, Peter crouching over you as you tipped your head back. Peter rubbed some of the excess blood from your closed eyelid, and then dabbed at your cut, removing whatever invisible germs had manifested there.

“How do you know how to do this?” You asked, looking up at Peter as he worked his way down your face.

“Uh- boy scouts.” Peter said absently. You nodded, which caused Peter to grab your head and move it back in place, much to your annoyance.

“Sorry.”

“It’s fine. It’s just your health- that’s all.” Peter said sharply, avoiding your eyes as he worked. You looked back up at him.

Was he… mad at you?

You frowned at him, taking in his attitude. Sure he was trying fixing your cut- but he wasn’t doing it gently.

“What?” Peter asked, noticing that you were glaring at him.

“What do you mean what?”

“You’re glaring a hole in my face (F/n).” You let out a long breath through your nose, not looking at Peter.

“You’re mad at me.” You snapped, arms folding. Peter stopped working on your face and looked down at you.

“Huh?”

“Peter you’re pissed at me! I can tell! Don’t deny it.” You said and glared at him head on. Peter made a frustrated noise in his throat and dropped to his knees.

“I’m not really mad at you- not intentionally,”

“Really? Seems kinda like you are.” You snapped. Peter made a face at you, throwing up his hands.

“Well how am I supposed to feel?! It’s like you’re asking to be in danger!” He exclaimed loudly. You looked at him, mouth wide open.

“And how am I doing that?” You asked angrily, wincing when you tried to move.

You hated being injured.

Peter made a frustrated face and ran his hand through his hair.

“You’re just- I don’t know- being yourself!”

“Oh so being myself puts me in danger?” You asked. Peter realized what he said and shook his head.

“No (F/n)- that’s not what I meant just- first you want to meet Spider-man, then you get attacked by Kraven-”

“The second one is not my fault Peter-”

“(F/n)! Just listen okay? I know it’s not your fault-”

“Then why are you mad at me?!”

“Because I care about you!” Peter shouted. You blinked, falling silent.

Peter realized what he said, eyes widening.

“I mean- like I care because you could get hurt or…” Peter trailed off, closing his eyes as he slumped forward, hanging his head. A warm feeling had crept into your chest.

You blinked, watching the fading light from the window fall across Peter’s brown hair.

“Peter…” You sat up and extended your arm, letting it fall on his shoulder. He flinched, jolting when you touched him. You stared, surprised at his sudden movement’s. Peter looked at you, and then down at the hand that laid on his shoulder.

“If it makes you feel better, I-”

“Peter, someone is here too- Oh! I didn’t know we had a visitor!” Peter shot up, looking at the brown-haired women in the doorway.

“Aunt May! What are you doing here?”

“Peter. I live here.” The women- Peter’s aunt said and then looked down at you.

You smiled awkwardly and waved. Aunt May saw you injuries, eyes widening.

Peter looked back at you, and then back to his aunt.

“(F/n) was in an attack by Kraven. One down in the subway. I’m helping her.” Peter explained, beating her to the question. Aunt May nodded, eyes still on you.

“Are you okay? Do you want any snacks? You can stay as long as you want.” You smiled, liking Peter’s aunt immediately.

“But I’m gonna have to steal Peter from you for a bit- he needs to talk to someone who came by to see him.”

“Came by to see me…”

Someone leaned into the room, peeking past Peter’s aunt.

“Yeah- and we need to make it quick. I have a meeting in an hour… (F/n)?”

You froze, terror and shock overriding anything else you had been feeling.

Tony Stark stood in the doorway.

Beauty// Requested by: @hufflepuff-girl-1996

Genre: Romance, fluff.

Warnings: Mentions of body insecurites.

Your eyes watch the reflection of the golden material that gracefully flowed down your body to pool at your feet.

You turned just enough to expose your side, to reveal the various lines that were engraved in your skin.

You were unable to count the amount of times you found yourself in the exact same position you were in now, counting the markings, despising their presence.

It was the most prominent sight in your opinion, no matter how hard you tried to ignore it.

Your gaze was always instantly drawn to the imperfections that lined your body. You had convinced yourself that was the same in the minds of every other you had come in contact with.

Your teeth nibbled upon the flesh of your bottom lip, your fingers splayed across your stomach, concealing the flaws from your sight.

And just for a moment, you thought of how your body would look without them.

Suddenly, the smooth, baritone voice of your lover startled you, prompting you to quickly cover your bare form with the dress.

"What is the matter, Love?"

Your head whipped around to see the familiar tall frame of your partner standing by the door, his concerned gaze locked onto your back.

You stepped away from your image to look to him, your hands holding the material to conceal your insecurities.

"It's nothing, why do you ask?"

A sigh escaped as his head falls and shakes before he steps nearer.

"Darling, you have always been a horrible liar,"

His emerald eyes met yours as he reached to grasp your hands in his. His observation made your heart plunge and your joyful facade fade away.

"I-"

He eyes softened, almost as if he was silently pleading you to not offer him any more lies. You released a sigh as you found yourself giving up, there was no use in trying to trick a trickster.

"I'm trying to hide my stretch marks,"

You confessed, turning away from his grasp to lead yourself to the balcony. Your dress trailed along side you.

You felt unworthy to be his partner, let alone have his gaze upon you.

You wrap your arms around your middle, as if you were attempting to protect yourself from the harsh thoughts that berated your mind every second you were by his side.

A tear dropped from your lashes to travel down your cheek, you hastily wiped it away as soon as it had emerged to conceal your true feelings from your partner.

But it had been too late, he had already witnessed the salty liquid adorn your face and he was prepared to end whomever had caused it.

"Why would you try to hide them? They are nothing to be ashamed of,"

He offered, everything within him desired to sheild you from the evils of this world.

You cast your eyes out to the sparkling city of Asgard that lay beneath you, you couldn't help but wonder how many young, slim, beautiful maidens who's skin was clear and umarred deserved your place much more than yourself.

"Don't you see, Loki? My body. I-it's imperfect, flawed, it is nothing compared to others you have seen,"

Your voice was heavy with emotion, the agony it carried weighed down your usual cheery tone.

"I am not worthy to be by your side,"

You lowered your voice to a pained whisper, your head turned to keep the now steady flow of tears from his sight.

You waited for him to agree, to compare you to the others, to order you to leave and hide away your horrid form and never return.

But none other than silence met you, he was at a loss for words. His sharp mind that had conjured countless tricks, plots and schemes was unable to comprehend your view upon yourself.

His lips parted, but nothing came out. How you handled yourself, no one would have thought this is what you carried every second of the day.

But how could he- your partner of all people fail to see through your illusions?

"How could you say such things about something as magnificent as your body?"

You hid your face as he came closer, you listened to his heavy boots softly land against the ground.

"Please, do not hide anything from me,"

He almost begged, hooking a finger beneath your chin to to turn your head.

"I have failed you, this I now know"

His voice dropped down to a whisper, his chest pressed against your back and his nimble fingers traveled down the skin of your arm.

His face nestled into the space between your shoulder and neck, his lips lightly pressed themselves to the flesh covering the area.

"The forms of the other maidens are nothing conpared to your own,"

He stops himself for a moment to allow his eyes to trickle over every dip and curve of your body that was marked.

"I vow to spend an eternity to admire, to kiss,"

He breathed against your skin, the feeling of the hot air flowing over your sensitive skin raised goosebumps and sent a pleasurable shiver down your back.

"To love,"

His lips trailed down your neck and shoulder, his fingers lightly traced the stretch marks that lined the skin your dress failed to cover.

"And to adore every scar, marking or imperfection. Everything you deem a flaw,"

You turned your head to meet his sincere gaze, revealing your tears in the process. He truly saw your body as something to never hide or be ashamed of, but something to love, to praise.

Trust blooms within you with each whisper of affection against your skin, he turns you around to face him and trace his finger over your jaw before whispering the last words of his promise.

"And I will not cease until you see just how truly captivating you are."

Movie artwork by Failunfailunmefailun