Cheap Thrills (reader x Bucky Oneshot)

Characters: reader, Natasha, Sam, Clint, Tony, Bucky, OC Mark. 

Summary: A bet within the Avengers becomes a battle of the sexes, with you at the center of it. Who will be victorious and could it somehow help you snag the man of your dreams? 

Song Inspiration: Cheap Thrills by Sia

Warnings: drinking, sexist behavior? Mild violence mentioned, very subtle mention of sexy times. 

Word Count: 3.3k

A/N: This was supposed to be a short one, but eh. I’ve been living in the land of heavy angst with You are My Heaven and intense stress in my real life so when this fun, fluffy idea popped up, I ran with it. I’m working on a lot of other stuff so be patient, please! As always, I appreciate your feedback. Love each and every one of you!! 



Originally posted by luvinchris

“Uh uh. No way.”

“It’s true, trust me.”

“You wanna bet?” Clint challenged the redhead across the table from him.

Natasha leaned forward and held his gaze, not an ounce of doubt in her demeanor. “Absolutely.”

It was too early in the morning for this childish banter, you thought from your seated position at the far end of the long kitchen table. You slumped forward, dipping the tea bag in and out of the steaming mug of liquid before you, then setting it on the small saucer beside it. Wrapping your hands around the cup’s warmth, your eyes unfocused as you continued to tune out the blathering of your teammates. The only other person in the room paying them no mind was Bucky, who was slouched in a cozy chair, thoroughly engrossed in a book.

“Now wait a minute,” a third voice joined the argument, “If we’re gonna do this, we gotta level the playing field a little. Nat could do this in her sleep. We need someone a little more…down to earth. How about Y/N?” Sam gestured toward you.

Blinking a few times, you finally broke out of your stupor. “Hey! I was only half listening to your stupidity, but I think I’m offended.”

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PSA about women walking alone at night

Hey, everyone! I was walking home late last night and I just felt like I needed to say some stuff. Yes, it is inspired by true events.

Dudes, let me give you some advice on how to interact with women walking alone late at night. This advice is intended to help you make them feel comfortable and safe from…yeah, you. And also for you to avoid getting your dick kicked into your chest cavity. My females, I’m putting out some tips that I learned from my daddy (who was a cop) that have helped make me feel safer while walking home. (Obviously subject to editing if people have some reliable source they’d like to share that contradicts what I’ve said. It’s about being safe, after all).

My dudes…

If you see a woman walking alone late at night, don’t walk behind her. If you’re going the same way as her, try crossing to the other side of the street, or making it really clear you are not paying any attention to her. If she looks back at you, politely say that you are keeping your distance and wish her a good night. If she stops to let you walk by her, it’s not an insult. It’s for her safety, because she has been trained not to trust men late at night. She is protecting her six, and if you’re a decent guy, you will let her. Don’t ask a woman you see walking late at night for a cigarette, a dollar, or to use her phone. Don’t say shit to her unless it’s to tell her to have a good night and be safe. If you see a woman being harassed, loudly offer to call the police, or just go ahead and do so. Don’t offer to walk her home, because that’s a familiar line and will put her instantly on the defensive. Instead, ask her if you can call her a taxi or contact a friend. If a woman gives you a dirty look when she’s walking home at 2 AM, please don’t call her a bitch. She’s protecting herself, and if you think she has that right, then just take it with an understanding nod, instead of acting like a fucking baby. If you’re a professional driver, don’t follow beside her slowly, like you’re casing her. If she needs a cab, she will make that obvious. If you’re a bouncer, and she is leaving your protection, give her advice on the safest ways to walk. If a woman asks for your help, and you consent to giving it to her, please be respectful of boundaries and make it clear you are not helping her for any reason other than to make sure she is safe.


Firstly, I know how fucking obnoxious it is to have to tailor your entire life to the sexual urges of predators. I know you just want to say “Screw this” sometimes and go out for a walk because why should you have to stay cooped up? I also know that sometimes, you can’t help it. Sometimes your ride ditches you and you don’t have cab fare. i am not going to lecture you, because you know what you’re doing.

So maybe instead I can give you some things you maybe haven’t thought of before.

1) Take off your high heels. If that grosses you out and you don’t want to carry spare shoes, carry a pair of socks in your purse (or your bra. Come on, they make great hoists) and wear them over your bare feet. I’ve seen those little rubber shoe things too, that look like flats…those are dope.

2) Avoid dark places. Even if it means you have to walk a little out of the way. You need to be able to see everything around your for at least a hundred feet, because a man can clear 100 feet at a dead run, very quickly.

3) Always look around, constantly. Predators want an easy mark, and if you’re paying attention, you cannot be an easy mark.

4) Pass by as many ATM’s as possible and look directly at them. They have continual activity on their cameras, so if you are snatched, the police can document your movements.

5) Only carry cards. If the place you’re going only takes cash, then have a specific amount and no more than that. The idea is to minimize incentives to rob you. If a man approaches you to rob you, and you have nothing to give him, he will likely leave at once, because he is usually nervous and doesn’t want to be identified, so be prepared to empty that bag out on the road and show him you have no valuables.

6) Should you have a weapon? Only if you know how to use them and are willing to do so, otherwise they end up being taken from you and used on you. Long range weapons like pepper spray are better.

7) Don’t talk on your cellphone in the standard way. I know you think that it’s a good idea, but the fact is, it distracts you and holding it can block your line of sight. A man can grab you and smash it and no one can track you. Instead, put it on speaker, tuck it in a pocket, and give constant location updates, if you feel threatened. Or prearrange a text appointment with someone who can call authorities if you don’t reply.

8) No music. Do not be that girl, walking in the dark, with her phone on a loud song to take her mind off the scariness of it. Music draws attention to you and distracts you. It can also mask noises of a confrontation.

9) If a man walks behind you, you have two options. You can put your back to a wall and allow him to pass by you, or you can cross the street. If he follows, find a public place immediately. If this isn’t possible, the fact is, he’s a threat. If it were me, I’d look him right in the eye and make sure he can see that I’m willing to kill. Don’t ignore a threat, and ladies, walking alone at 2 am means every man is a potential threat. Run, if you feel threatened. Who the fuck cares if he isn’t “actually a bad guy” or thinks it’s weird? Just ask yourself, “What if he is a bad guy?”

10) Be willing to drop everything in your hands. If there’s something you don’t want to leave in the street, shove it in your bra or your pocket.

11) There’s a lot of debate about how to deal with an attacker if it does happen. Some say to do what you’re told, and some say to fight like hell. I can’t make that decision for you, but you have to be aware, and try and understand the attacker. Ask questions. If you think they aren’t listening…it’s up to you. Personally, a guy better not try to put his dick in my mouth, because I will bite it the fuck off and see what happens, but thats me. Don’t go with him. If he has a weapon, then he is willing to kill you. So make the choice. If you go with him, you stand a much higher risk of never coming back, because in solitude, with no threat of discovery, he can do whatever he wants. If he wants you to leave where you are, it means that place is safer, so stay in that place.

12) Do learn self defense. If a man can hit you once, he can win. Learn how not to get hit. Learn how to get out of suppression holds. Learn what to do if grabbed from behind.

13) Minimize physical risk. Take off all jewelry, Ponytails are just convenient handles. (I had a friend get grabbed from behind by her ponytail and lifted off the ground, with a knife to her throat. She couldn’t get free because he had all her hair in one hand. Hair is VERY strong. So take your hair down, because if he can only get a handful, you can usually tear free, but if he has all of it, you can’t go anywhere.) Same with loose clothing or clothes with strings. Keys are weapons, rings are weapons. High heeled shoes can kill a man.

14) The cops will not be angry with you if you call them because you feel threatened, and it turns out nothing is wrong. They just won’t. In fact, I can think of at least ten famous cases where a woman called the cops because she was being followed and it turned out the guy was like some horrible rapist or murderer they finally caught.

15) You have the right to defend yourself. Better to be alive and dealing with assault charges than dead in a gutter.

One time I flipped a jogger upside down because he came up behind me really fast while I was walking home from work at midnight. He laid on his back looking up at me like “WTF DID I DO” and I just said to him, “Hey man, I am really sorry, but you scared the shit outta me.” And helped him up. 

And you know what? He was totally cool about it. Said he completely understood and asked me what martial art that was. I told him it was Aikido and then offered to pay his cleaning or medical later if he needed it. He shook his head and goes, “No, ma’am, we’re good.” and jogged on. 

I’m not telling you that so that you kick every man you see at night in the balls. Men have to walk home at night sometimes, same as us. I’m telling you that because women have been taught they have no right to be fierce. And they absolutely do. It’s better to defend yourself first and ask questions later, to run first and feel silly later, to strip down or button up first and let loose later.

Be safe. Women, be smart. And dudes…don’t take this personally. If you agree that women should be equals, then treat them with respect.

Punk (Chap. 7)

Originally posted by miamirasmus

Summary: You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.

Word count: 2510

Warnings: Same as always

A/N: Thank you for all of the feedback again I’m completely blown away.  Sorry that tags have been finicky, not sure what tumblr’s deal is lately.  I hope you like this chapter, thanks for sticking around!

The crisp, cold air outside the club was a welcoming relief but did little to halt the burning tears cascading down your cheeks or the hot waves of mortification and shame radiating out from deep within your very being.  The cold air bit at your nose and throat as you allowed yourself to suck in great gulps in attempts to keep the impending panic attack at bay.

This can’t be happening, this wasn’t supposed to happen.  Ethan stood at the curb, attempting to hail a cab while you toiled over your interaction with Bucky.  This wasn’t like how it was in the movies.  Wasn’t Bucky supposed to be completely awestruck with your transformation? Shouldn’t he have been at a loss for words? Instead he was completely taken aback for all the wrong reasons. He’d looked at you with utter confusion, probably wondering what the hell you were doing in a dress, wearing makeup, sporting heels, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing…and he didn’t like it at all.

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Hey, Dollface

Description: Maybe going out with Tony Stark is a little intimidating, but he is way sweeter than he would like everyone to believe.

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: fluffff, smutty smut good stuff mixed in with all of the actual substance writing (for once), Tony being a flirty little shit as per usual

A/n: I just had to write another Tony fic. Idk. Every single Tony/RDJ fic I read I love because he’s so sassy

Originally posted by dailymcugifs

Working at a coffee shop inside Stark Tower might not have been the most conventional job to take up, but it sure was an interesting one (not to mention, a very well-paying one). Geniuses were constantly wandering through, sometimes doing work at the tables. There was also the occasional avenger coming through, and you still weren’t quite sure how to process it. These people were out saving the world, punching aliens, doing whatever; and now you were making their coffee. Your life seemed to be like a bad sitcom. You could still remember the first time you ever saw one of them.

“Hi.” Sam Wilson said, walking up to the counter. 

“Good afternoon, what can I get for you?” 

He looked over the menu before deciding on plain black coffee. You quickly prepared it, handing it to him as soon as you could. He gave a quick ‘thank you’, and headed to the elevator. 

If it wasn’t completely unprofessional, you might have screamed. But things were different now. It wasn’t uncommon to see Steve and Sam walk in and order. An occasional visit from most of the others, too. It seemed strange and surreal, but that was your life, and you figured you got pretty lucky to be in a place like it. However, there was one man you never saw, since he always had an assistant bringing everything up to him.

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Feel You (M)

Long but Amusing List of Warnings:

Asshole Jungkook, Jealousy, Angst if you squint, Eventual lovemaking, Slight Good Boy Jungkook, Muscle Pig makes an appearance, for those who want an emotional fap, Slight Dom Reader, Jeongguk likes that ass, in which Jeongguk really sucks at romance, but is good at fucking, etc etc

Word Count: 5.9k+


Jungkook could love you, if he would only let you show him what love really was.  


“Can I have a smut jungkook when he is very arrogant and he thinks he have any girl but you decide to show him if the another girl had sex with him you want to do something differently like make love with him?”


Here you go, babe. Enjoy. Title is based off of a song by Blackbear, it’s a 10/10 recommended listen.

- Admin Baby

Originally posted by hln-baby-doll

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The Four Times Spider-Man Wore His Mask, and the One Time He Didn’t // Part 1/4

Part Two / Part Three / Part Four

Summary: After a chance encounter, you start to see the fabled “Spider-Man” everywhere. 

A/N: This is my first fic in honestly a million years and I am so happy with it also Tom Holland Spider-Man is everything and I just wanted to join in with this fandom. 

Warnings: Light swearing. Honestly just full of fluff. Spider-Man x Reader.

What a shitty day. First - the oversleeping, second – being late for school. The next six hours then proceeded to be the worst in human history. From forgetting homework, to a bad chemistry grade, to detention after school. And now, 5pm, rush hour, and the subway is closed. Who the hell closes the subway at this time on a Monday?

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Always Designate a Driver

@taylor-tut @whump-dump

Based off this “prompt”

Lance McClain prided himself on being a party person. He was always the first up on any birthday, making a special breakfast or bringing a special coffee (on the house, courtesy of Lance’s Starbucks employee discount). He enjoyed going out to clubs and dancing with his friends, even though he wasn’t a very big drinker. Hell, if Pidge invited him to 4AM mini golf in the dark he would go in a heartbeat.

Just not today.

Not when every inch of him ached. His limbs were heavy, gravity pulling each inch of him down to hell, slowly, slowly. Each individual ache added to the misery of the dull throbbing in his head, pain behind his eyes more than anything else. There was something sad about staying home to sleep, and not being quite able to get there.

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anonymous asked:

OK so I'm going to rtx austin this summer but as someone who has never been, what should I expect? What should I go see? Help?! Lol

Sure! Here is a quick post of what you’ll need for RTX:


  • Comfortable Shoes- You will be walking…a lot!!
  • A Backpack- To carry your swag safely, nothing you can carry all day.
  • Clothes- Not optional

Water - You’ll be walking, you’ll be in the sun, you’ll get thirsty. Please for the love of god have water

  • Snacks- Bring snacks for food during the day. You’ll be waiting in lines for a few hours and it always help to talk to other on a not-as-empty stomach. Bring food you’ll thank me.
  • Sunscreen- If you burn easily come prepared! There is a shit ton of sun in Austin, and if you’re like most of us and don’t go outside a lot you will burn.
  • Entertainment- Card games, movies, that copy of your friend’s Strangerhood DVD that you stole, whatever for you to survive those long lines and hotel nights. 3DS or any sort of portable game system works too but remember chargers for those. Don’t count on the wifi to bail you out!
  • Money- Convention stuff is expensive so if you wanna go home with something bring cash. There will be exclusive merch at the con and if you want to get it, make sure you have the cash for it. Also budget Fasten fares, food, city attractions, and emergency money just in case.
  • A signing pen- You never know who you’ll run into on the floor and should be ready with the pen or the selfie because they don’t have a lot of time.


  • If you’re sure you’re going, book your hotel NOW. Waiting last minute and unsure of how everything was going to work out will bite you in the ass later. The hotel deals are on the RTX Website so save yourself some money and get on it.
  • Most hotels have free cancellations within 3 days of the booked date so don’t worry about having to back out.
  • Don’t cheap yourself out! If you’re not planning on getting a rental car get somewhere in walking distance. If you’re planning on paying for cab rides the whole time just pay the extra for a closer, nicer, hotel. If you’re booking farther away, have extra cash on your for a pick up or a Fasten


  • Once again cab fares are ridiculous, fortunately a lot of things are in walking distance of the convention center. Especially eating places. If you’re trying to really site see or go far our I suggest using Fasten, I did last year and it worked out really well.
  • Check to see if your hotel offers a complimentary shuttle ride from the airport if you are flying into Austin.


  • 6th Street will be busy, so make sure you plan accordingly for eating. Lots of people both visiting and living in Austin go there so places will be packed
  • It’s everywhere in downtown Austin
  • There seems to be something for everybody
  • Plan your money accordingly, some is affordable, some isn’t, check the local restaurants on Google Maps or Yelp before you go

Convention Tips/Etiquette

  • YOU WILL BE IN LINES FOREVER. THIS IS NOT A JOKE. I was in lines for probably the majority of the convention haha. Please heed my warnings, pick 3 things spaced throughout the day to see. It is actually impossible for you to see every panel or to go to every signing. Find something to entertain you like a fully charged tablet, or friends, and be ready to camp out about an hour before your panel, or two or three hours for the larger panels like the Achievement Hunter panels.
  • DO NOT FORM LINES IF THE GUARDIANS SAID A PANEL LINE HAS NOT STARTED. I can not tell you enough how man times we had groups of people huddling around doors. If the Guardians tell you to not line up, THEN DON’T.
  • If you are worried about lines, follow @RTXLines
  • Treat the Guardians with a little respect (Or a lot if you can handle it). Talk to them or give them a quick thank you while you’re waiting forever in those long lines. They’re sacrificing a lot of their experience to make yours better.
  • If you’re going to get up the mic during a panel, we don’t care what your story is, or who couldn’t make it, DONT ASK FOR SHOUTOUTS DURING A PANEL. There is only so much time during a panel, and as much as the staff loves you guys, it will get annoying and take up time for them to shout out every person
  • That being said, we all understand talking in front of hundreds of people is nerve racking. If you stutter, or are at a loss for words it’s not the end of the world, we’re not all public speaking champs. Just rehearse your question until you get to the mic and take your time asking the question.  
  • If you’ve never been to a convention before… SOME PEOPLE ARE WEIRD! You’ll learn that out real quick. Just because people are a little overzealous or socially awkward does not mean you should judge them, we’re all fans coming together to celebrate something we love.

Cosplay Tips!

  • Have an emergency cosplay kit! Sewing needles, fabric tape, glue, anything you need to fix up a cosplay. You never know when you or another cosplay buddy might need it.
  • IF YOU BRING A PROP, MAKE SURE TO RUN IT BY SECURITY FIRST. We had issues last year where some RvB cosplayers brought guns as props, but they covered the orange tips and had to remove them from the con. There is going to be a cosplay table where security will inspect your prop and tell you if it’s ok or not to have. Please make sure you go there and check in your prop
  • Don’t be too in character. Pretending to be Ruby or Jaune is fine, but when it comes down to having to follow Guardian instructions or being respectful during a panel please just act casual. We had issues last year on this too for the RWBY panel and had to ask a few to leave because they were not being respectful.


  • You’re not the ultimate Rooster Teeth fan. And if I wrong and you actually are, don’t act like it. We’re all here for the same reason, let’s talk about the things we love like equals.
  • Talk to people! I know some of us are socially shy or awkward, but most people at this event won’t judge you. If your not talking to somebody those lines can get old real quick.
  • Stranger Danger is still a thing. Make sure you know how to talk to strangers, be careful, unless you’re an adult then you got this.
  • Please treat women and men Cosplaying with respect. Just because they’re representing a character does not mean they want their material felt, or that you are owed a picture with them.

If anyone else has tips they would like to offer, feel free to add them to this post!

Wrong Number, Right Call (epilogue)

Part 1   Part 2   Part 3  Part 4

Fandom: BIGBANG/ Choi Seung Hyun x Reader

Synopsis: Wallowing… with company

Warnings: A slight hint of depression, also this is a little long for an ‘epilogue’.

Author’s Note: And so, we have reached the end of my little hormone-driven, feel good story. I hope you have all enjoyed this ride as much as I have. <3 Thanks for reading!

Suggested Listening: A Lonely September ~ Plain White T’s

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. This story contains fictional representations of real people. None of the events are true. This is from an American standpoint, so some of the situations may not happen the same way they might in Korea. I make no money from the writing of this fictional work.


With a grimace Seung Hyun glanced down at his phone, where another message awaited him. He had to leave. “I’m really sorry about this.”

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Better For Me (Part Six)

Pairing/Characters: Bucky x Reader, Steve x Natasha (Reader sometimes calls her Natalia), Sam Wilson, let’s just say everyone in the fuckin compound lmao
Warnings: Swearing, cocky!Bucky, sexual tension, eventual smut, it’s a slow buuuurn. 
TRIGGER WARNINGS (CHAPTER 6): Attempted sexual assault, talks of past sexual assault/rape, violence, swearing, almost smut, angst
Summary: You meet one of New York’s richest Bachelor’s. He’s hot, he’s rich, and he’s an absolute fucking asshole. Luckily for you, you’re an asshole too and you could take a challenge any day. Within the first 24 hours of knowing each other, you’ve already pushed each other over breaking point. But when something comes up, you’re both forced to try and get along. Can it be possible?
Word Count: 3K+
Chapter Summary: You and Bucky spend the holidays with your family and he discovers something horrific about you and the only thing on his mind is getting out of there.
A/N: Chapter 7A coming soon! If I missed any trigger warnings, please let me know! If you want to be in the taglist, links are below!


Originally posted by kingsebastian

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My body is not a temple, it is
A graveyard, it is
A parking lot, it is
A drive-in theater, it is
The property of the Senate
And the House
And the legislators
And Every man who has ever inhabited it,
It belongs to
Rick and Donald and Mike,
It is a national monument, and an effigy, and a roadside attraction
It belongs to the State
Like the highways
And the prisons
And the parks
My body can be rented for parties on weekends
Provided you go through the correct channels
To obtain a permit.
My body is currency, which I trade
For permission
To take up space,
To come home alive
To board vehicles
And occupy offices
And I have paid rent and cab fares and for my own life
So often
With my flesh
That it’s proclivity,
I was raised this way; you raised me this way
You taught me
It was my responsibility to scrub and sterililze
Like hospital room walls
That I must be pristine enough to eat off of
Like Grandmother’s dining room floors
I remember how she used to
Put on white cotton gloves
And run her fingers across the mantle
To ensure it had been
Dusted well enough
And daily, legislation runs its cotton-clad fingers
Across the measure of me,
Reminding me
That I am not immaculate, yet
And when I am, I will be all things:
I will be demure and lovely, but not so lovely as to be
A temptation
To the brutes who would devour me,
And I will be soft-spoken and uncomplicated
I will be thin
But with hips ample enough to
Assure that I can provide sons;
Good, white, proper sons who will pummel their hearts
With clumsy fists
Until they grow to feel nothing but rage and lust
Like you said
I was made to do
When god formed me out of
Someone else’s rib
Like an afterthought, a footnote, compliment
With hips wide enough
To carry the blame
—  Nina Szarka Someone Else’s Rib
Us Against the World

A/N: This is a direct sequel to Me Against You!! This takes place during Spiderman Homecoming, and much of the story is based solely on my knowledge of the trailer! When Spiderman Homecoming comes out, I might consider redoing this series so that it fits in with movie canon ( *whispers* If I get begged enough I’ll definitely consider redoing this based on the movie!! ). 


Tagging: @tomsleftbrow 

You walk into a hall that’s plastered with Knights Rule posters and majorly congested, kids rushing in every direction, a ( red and blue ) beach ball being tossed around, laughter echoing. You must be walking too slowly, because several people try to mow you down.

In an act of self-preservation, you press into a wall of lockers. Soon the crowd will thin, and you can navigate your way without incident. As you wait, you try not to think about your old school three blocks over, and the fact, that after your last class, you wouldn’t be walking back with …

No way are you going there.


Your gaze shoots up from the floor to a rotund giant of a boy. “Ned!” You blurt out, eyes going glassy with horror.

Normally you would be happy to see one of your dearest friends, but not when you’ve just broken out of Wakanda to head back to Queens. It’s been close to a year since your fight with Peter; you’d hoped that your friends from your old neighborhood would forget about you, but it appears that Ned hasn’t. 

King T’Challa had sent papers to Midtown High’s principal, stating that you’d moved to Greenland to be with your ailing Grandmother. Everyone was under the impression that you were in Greenland, playing the dutiful granddaughter. No one knew you were hiding out back home – which makes you wonder how Ned had managed to track you down.

“Oh, God. Oh, God. Please, no.” You chant desperately under your breath, grabbing Ned’s hand and dragging him into the first empty classroom you can find. “What the hell are you doing here? More importantly, how did you find me?”

He, at least, has the good grace to look ashamed. “I saw you heading into McDonald’s with some other kids. I asked around, found out a new student had transferred here. Figured it was you.”

“Did you tell Peter?” Your anxiety swells to a fever pitch. “Please tell me you didn’t tell Peter.”

“I . . . Didn’t want to say anything until I knew for sure that it was you. But that’s why I’m here, actually.” Ned’s face is unusually serious. “Peter’s in trouble.”

You snort to yourself, moving over to sit on the teacher’s desk. “Please. Parker can handle himself.”

Ned stares at you. Initially, you grab your hands to steady them against his intense scrutiny. You’re not scared, no – but uncomfortable, definitely. Wordlessly, he hands you his phone. There’s a live feed on YouTube, already playing on the screen. There, in living colour, is Spiderman – no, Peter – arms and legs outstretched, straining with the effort of holding two halves of a metal ship together.

“Oh, crap,” You breathe. Peter, what have you done?

You quickly flick through Ned’s phone, only to find more videos and articles all talking about how the masked vigilante Spiderman was struggling to keep the Staten Island ferry from collapsing off the coast of New York. There are over two hundred people on that boat. People with lives of their own, families waiting … You feel an overwhelming urge to flee the room. You look to Ned, but he doesn’t say a word. His brow is furrowed. Instead, you hand Ned back his phone, swallowing back the instinct to rush over to Peter, quashing back the hopeful voice whispering that this is your chance to make up with him.

You cross your arms over your chest, fighting to keep your expression affected and superior, though objectively it’s neither affected nor superior. “No, no and no. There is no way that I’m going out to bat for Parker.”

You’ve managed to keep your low profile for two weeks. If you do this, there’s a chance your face could end up splashed all over the tabloids, the very thing that you’ve been trying so hard to avoid. You could be thrown back into – You shudder, fighting to keep your breathing from slipping into hyperventilation. No. No way.

“He needs help!” Ned protests. “He told me about Germany, and Peter said you were amazing –”

Now you want to slap Peter for being a snitch. Nobody likes a snitch. “Newsflash: I don’t do that anymore. I’m never using my powers again!”

And it was true. You’d kept to your word, locking your powers up where they belonged, where you could never use them again. Captain America had been firmly supportive, enveloping you in a warm and tight hug that nearly set you off crying again. Clint, Scott and Sam had all offered you words of encouragement, along with more warm hugs that had soothed you infinitely. Wanda Maximoff had given you odd, furtive looks when you’d announced your decision. You’d gotten the sense that she was sympathetic, that she knew all too well the fear of having powers that you couldn’t control and feared.

“You have to!”

“You can’t make me do anything!”

Shock flits across Ned’s face at your outburst; then, his face hardens and he turns to leave, but not before he tosses out over his shoulder, “He’s never stopped talking about you. Even after the two of you fought. He moped around for weeks after you left, you know. He liked you, he wanted to ask you to the prom. Now you’re just going to abandon him? I can’t believe you!”

“He liked me? Like, just as a friend, right?”

Ned doesn’t reply. But you’ve known him long enough to know his face when he’s screaming internally with panic. It’s obvious that he’s gone and revealed something he wasn’t supposed to. You watch Ned practically sprint out of the room with a twinge of guilt in your intestinal region.

You should be glad Ned’s gone. There’s no one around to bother you anymore.

But your mind is glued firmly on Peter, in over his head, struggling to save everyone.

“You’ve got class,” You remind yourself weakly. “Creative writing.”

But you’re already slinging your Anello pack over your shoulder and running out the door.

You’ve got a ship to catch.

You’ve blown sixty bucks on cab fare, but the cabbie had gotten you to Battery Park in less than half an hour, speeding like a bat out of hell the whole way there.

You’ve never been to the park before; if you were here for leisure, you would take in the sky that seems much bluer down here, the noise of the ferries, the seagulls wheeling overhead. But you’re not here for a relaxing picnic today. Your feet fall into step, heels barely touching the ground, toes pointed forward. You dash down cobblestone paths, pushing past stunned people, some of whom are running and screaming in panic, some of whom stand rooted to the spot, utterly transfixed by the sight of the famous Spiderman holding a crumbling ferry together with a mixture of sheer willpower and his spider webs. Someone elbows you in the back, and you tumble to the ground, scrambling off the ground after a minute of lying there, stunned. There are scrapes on your hands and knees, but it could be worse.

A frantic scream rips its way out of your throat. “PETER!”

He might be hundreds of miles away, but you swear his head turns in the direction of your scream, as though he’s managed to pick it out from a crowd of thousands. His face remains tilted towards the spot where you stand, and you can’t help but wonder if he knows you’re here. Your ribs convulse and your lungs hold tightly to every millimeter of air so that you don’t sob in fear, which hasn’t happened since you were a kid. You’ll let your face turn blue before you let strangers see you cry.

“Peter,” You say again, your voice cracking like an adolescent boy’s, betraying the messy wad of emotions within you. “Peter.”

There’s no way he’ll be able to hold that together on his own.

Fear. It coats your mind like a sticky spider’s web. If word gets out, Thaddeus Ross could very well have you thrown back into that hell-hole of a prison. You could lose your freedom in one fell swoop. It would be so easy to run; to pretend that you never saw anything.

But you can’t. Peter needs you. And you know that if the situation were reversed, he wouldn’t even hesitate to help you. The two of you might have parted on bad terms, but however much you hate him for being Tony Stark’s lapdog, you know that you’ll hate yourself even more if you stand by and let him die.

Okay. Okay. I can do this. Focus.

The power burns beneath your skin, begging to be released. After a year of being locked up in the deepest recesses of your mind it snarls like a wild animal in a cage. You scream and thrust both hands outwards, forcing the powers that sleep deep inside to the surface.

Slowly, but surely, with the screaming of metal, the two halves of the ship start moving towards each other. You’ve taken some of the burden off Peter, but now it feels like you’re pushing and shoving against a brick wall that refuses to budge.

A sharp pain slices through your head, agonizing enough to make you whimper. You wipe at the thick, warm blood that gushes from your nose, wondering if this is the punishment that comes from a year of pretending that you were normal, that you weren’t a freak who should be locked up far, far away, where you couldn’t hurt anyone.

Your hands tremble. The ship groans, threatening to collapse, and more frantic screams split the air. You wonder if Peter’s one of them, screaming with the effort of holding three tons of metal together. Gritting your teeth against the pain, you shove the two halves back into place once again, sweat dribbling down your neck and into your collar. There is only one thought looping through your mind: Don’t let go. If you do, it’ll be the Titanic all over again. People will die. Peter will die.

And you know that if he does, you won’t ever recover.

You and Peter are still holding the boat together when Tony Stark comes swooping in.

Never in your life have you been so happy to see him.