Their meeting was a little less meet-cute and a little more,,, meet-ugly sort of thing.
Mainly because they both read the situation very badly and ended up trying to kill one another. Completely accidentally, but.
And really, can you blame Tony? Their ship does crash-land in the middle of a crowded highway, and barely manages to avoid civilians. Then they pop out, and they’re armed to the teeth, looking pretty threatening and…well… alien.
People end up calling (what’s left of) the Avengers- which happens, at the time, to be Tony and Tony alone.
Except the Guardians crashed in Florida; when Tony got the call he was in New Orleans at a science convention, and the suit was still in New York.
But he went anyway. Suit or no suit, he had to try. He was the only line of defence now, after… everything.
So, armed with a sophisticated watch-gauntlet and a gun he always kept tucked in his jacket pocket, he takes the jet and leaves to try and stop them from potentially, y’know, annihilating the world or whatever.
Except things don’t really happen like that, in the end.
“Listen, what are the chances you’re gonna do as I say when I order you to drop your weapons and leave?” tony asks wearily, as he holds the gun at the biggest guy’s weirdly patterned face and the gauntlet at the woman holding the largest gun he’s ever seen in his life. He doesn’t even bat an eyelid toward the talking walking raccoon or… the tree…thing.
Just another day in the life, at this point.
Although it would be kinda embarrassing if he ends up getting murdered by the raccoon. What the damn hell would they put on his grave? Here lies Tony Stark- saved New York, but unable to protect himself from the dangers of the Mighty Raccoon?
As soon as he’d spoken, about 13 different weapons were pointed in his face. Which hardly made sense, considering there were five of them and they all only had two hands. But whatever.
“How’s about we ask you the same? Except more forcefully, considering we got all the guns,” the raccoon said.
Tony rolled his eyes. “Where the fuck would I go then, what with me being a human being who lives here? Just fling myself into the void of space? And yes, tempting as that might sound, I’ve been there done that. Not as appealing as I would have thought, to be honest.”
The five stared at him in confusion for a moment, before what looked to be the only actual human stepped forward, head cocked. His eyes were bright and beard scruffy- Tony thought it suited him.
Tony also thought he should probably focus on the task at hand, and his ever-growing chances of imminent death, rather than how pretty his opponent was.
“You’re just a human, huh?” Hot Scruffy Man asked.
Tony raised an eyebrow, and then pointed the gun at him when he took another step. “What gave it away? The fact that I have the same composition and structure as every other human on the planet? The fact I look just like you, who is also a human?”
“What was the other half, pure asshole?”
“Actually… kinda, yeah.” The Hot Scruffy Man paused, and then shrugged. “Daddy issues.”
Tony had a brief moment to wonder what the fuck he was doing before an involuntary snort of laughter had escaped out of him. “Yeah- rode that train before, buddy- still doesn’t explain why you’re on the planet I protect, waving your guns around at innocent people and causing millions of dollars worth in property damage.”
The team in front of him paused, and then the man looked back at the green lady, who just shrugged and put down her gun. “We were told there was an imminent threat to your planet. We were in the neighbourhood, so we thought we’d come save you.”
Tony stared at them, contemplating. “Where are your sources from?”
“The fine NovaCorps,” Massive Bulked Alien Dude spoke up.
Tony squinted, running a hand across his forehead. “Am I… supposed to know what that means?”
“Fancy space police,” Raccoon told him.
“You seen any apocalyptic aliens round here lately?” Hot scruffy Man asked him again, slightly confused now.
Tony just sighed. “Nope. And if there were, I would handle them. You can go back…wherever you came from, guys, it’s fine, Earth is fine-“
“You? You’re gonna protect the Earth? With your fancy little handgun and hand-firey thing?” The Raccoon laughed, and Tony scowled.
Luckily, because he had been counting the seconds in his head since he’d called it, he knew he was about to do something really badass, and it wiped the scowl off his face, replacing it with a little smile as he stared at the stupid talking Raccoon.
“No,” he said, shrugging as he heard the familiar whirring sound of metal moving at hundreds of miles an hour up ahead of him.
The aliens looked up, one of them pointing their gun at the source of noise, like it would do anything. But in the space of a few seconds, it had already reached its intended target, slowing down just enough to not vaporise his body and wrapping around him, every piece fitting in a way that made Tony want to give himself a round of applause.
“I’m gonna protect Earth with this,” he said, raising his two repulsors and loading them right in the Raccoon’s little face.
There was complete silence for a second, before Hot Scruffy Man made a noise that should really, for the sake of Tony’s sanity, be kept in the bedroom. “That was literally the coolest and most attractive thing I have ever seen ever. In my life.”
Tony couldn’t help himself; he smirked and cocked his head Hot scruffy Man. “Sweetie, I appreciate the sentiment, but you’re gonna have to keep it in your pants until we can sort this out.”
Green Lady sighed, and walked forward to smack Hot Scruffy Man around the back of the head. “You know what we talked about, Peter- no flirting with potential targets. It’s in bad form.”
“This guy certainly hasn’t got a bad form,” Hot Scruffy Man- Peter- nodded over to Tony and smirked.
Green Lady sighed, and then turned to Tony. “Listen. You want to protect your planet. We want to protect your planet. How about rather than pointing our weapons at one another, we try and… you know, do what we set out to do?”
Instantly, the smile slide off Tony’s face, not that any of them could tell behind the faceplate. “I work alone. Sorry. You’re gonna have to l-“
And that was when the world sort of exploded around them.
Without even thinking about it, Tony shot forward and wrapped his arms around the two closest to him- the Green Lady and Peter- rolling them to the ground and hoping that the rest of his team, especially the more flammable ones, were okay. Green Lady yelled at the sudden-ness of his approach, but Peter just sighed. “Here we go,” he muttered into Tony’s shoulder.
Tony was inclined to agree, there.
Half-way through the battle, Peter AKA Starlord AKA Galaxy’s Number One Asshole asked him out.
Tony looked at him for a good four seconds before he got tackled to the ground by… (Dracula? Dracker? He was having to learn the names on the go, and his mind was currently on other, more explosion-based things) the Massive Bulked Alien Dude.
“THAT IS VERY UNPROFFESSIONAL, PETER!” He yelled, before looking down at Tony. “Are you well? I thought you may have been hit with a paralytic beam of some sort.”
Tony nodded, and then sat up. “No paralytic. Just your team-mate.”
Massive Bulked Alien Dude nodded wisely. “He does tend to have that affect on people.”
“What? Endangering their goddamn lives on the field?”
Massive Bulked Alien Dude paused, and then shrugged as he rolled off Tony. “I was going to say rendering people speechless with his idiocy, but that too.”
“Hey, that’s not fair, I’m actually clever, Tony, I promise! Boyfriend material, right here!” Peter yelled across the battlefield, looking over to them and grinning as he shot an alien in the back of the head without even looking.
“You’re a god damn alien!” tony yelled back exasperatedly, trying to keep the smile off his face as he jumped high into the air and then landed on an unfortunate opponent.
“Yeah- think of all the new tricks I must know, then,” Peter countered, winking as he dived behind a car and then threw what must have been a fancy bomb over the bonnet.
Tony’s mind briefly short-circuited at that (Holy mother of God) astute observation- but he quickly regrouped and fired a repulsor at an alien attempting to sneak up behind Rocket. “I’m gonna need a few examples before I agree to anything, sweetie,” he replied.
Peter laughed and opened his mouth, but then the Tree hit him over the head. “Ow!” he complained, looking betrayed.
“I have enough issues dealing with one distracted team-member whilst in the middle of a battle, I will not be dealing with two! Cut the flirting out!” Gamora yelled, as Tony watched her utterly destroy two different aliens at once.
“She thinks we should be ‘professionals’ and ‘focus on the mission’ when we’re in battle,” Peter said grumpily, wiping a cut across his face and then shrugging. “I respectfully disagree.”
Tony had to cut the conversation short again in order to swoop up and laser his way into the main hull of the ship that loomed barely even twenty meters over the battlefield, but he still had the team in the comm that FRIDAY had patched him into. “So what about Monday? You sticking around until then?” He asked.
Rocket swore at them down the line, but Peter just laughed. “For you, baby, of course I am.”
“Good. I’ve got a meeting with… let’s call him an ex. Be nice to have an excuse to blow him off.”
Peter whistled, “Oooh, want me to sweep you off your feet and declare battle with him for hurting you? I’m always up for it.”
“Much as I would like to see that, he’s kind of peak physical perfection. Plus I’d rather just make out with you,” Tony admitted.
“That’s fair. I want to make out with me too.”
“You’re an asshole.”
“Yep- welcome to the Guardians- we’re all assholes here. You’ll fit right in,” Peter told him.
“I am GROOT!” Came a rumbling voice that Tony could hear even off the comms, and he looked down in time to watch the tree grab Peter around the wait and haul him, flinging him up in to the sky with a yell.
It was a perfect throw, to be fair to Groot. Peter’s momentum cut out just as he was level with Tony, who grabbed his shoulders and lifted his faceplate, just for a second, in time for Peter to plant one on his mouth with a grin and a raised eyebrow, before he began falling again, right into Groot’s waiting arms.
Through the comm, Gamora just sighed. “Idiots. All of you.”
“We live together. You can’t blame this on anyone else.” You said and raised your chewed up shoes.
Your dog, stared back at you with innocent eyes. Its’ head tilting adorably as you tried to be the strict parent in hopes your dog would listen to you.
“No, no. Don’t give me the look. You know what you did.” You pressed, trying your hardest not to melt at the huge fluff ball in front of you. You loved Chewie, aka Chewbacca. But he didn’t have to live up to the nickname. “My shoes aren’t chew toys!” You exclaimed. And Chew tilted his head in the other direction.
“I don’t think he understands, Doll.” Bucky said softly, the amusement evident in his voice as he approached you.
“No, he needs to! Babe, babe, these are my second pair of shoes I had to get rid of!” You whined turning away from Chewie to face your boyfriend in exasperation.
Bucky’s lips were curved up in a smirk ever since he saw you trying to lecture your dog. He gently took your messed up shoes from your hands. “I know, but, Chewie doesn’t care.” He reasoned and you groaned in response.
“Babe, I know. But-” your hands moved about for further emphasis.
You see, you two were in that stage of the relationship. The: “Let’s get a dog!” stage. And it was a stage you both probably should have really thought about because since you were a nurse and he was a fucking Avenger, you two didn’t think it would be a problem to get a giant puppy without any training. If you weren’t finding your chewed up shoes one day, you were finding “presents” your puppy left. As in, he should have been let out to go potty. And so you just should have trained him from the beginning, but you guys were so busy you just hadn’t had the time. So, chewed up shoes were the consequences.
You sighed then, rolling your head to face your puppy again. “I still love you…” You mumbled and since Chewie knew you were talking to him, well paying attention to him, his tail swayed back and forth and his tongue darted out like he was smiling.
“We can get you a new pair later,” Bucky chuckled and hugged you back against his chest.
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.”
“Chewbacca! No!” The last word prolonged and sounding so heartbreaking you immediately ran to see what’s up.
When you came around the corner, you saw Bucky standing on one foot. Chewie, across from him, looking just as innocent when you found your chewed shoes last week.
“What-” your words dying out as your eyes zeroed in on the “present” Chew had left you guys on the tiled floor in the kitchen. It was smudged and everything clicked. “Oh no.”
“We just should have gotten a goldfish.” Bucky murmured. Freshly showered as you drove to the store. Chewbacca’s head sticking out of the backseat window of the car. Tongue hanging, he was having the time of his life.
You smirked, and flickered your eyes over to Bucky for a moment before back to the road. “No you love him,” you said and like you two practiced it, Chew stuck his head in between you two and bumped against Bucky’s shoulder for attention.
Buky’s pout disappeared instantly and his hand came up to run through Chewie’s fur. “Yeah, but we really should have trained him right away.”
Your smirk grew and you pulled up to the store that helped trained dogs. “Yeah well, better late than never.” You mused. Bucky opened the door, and Chew eagerly jumped out. You smiled and Bucky waited for you to grab his hand before walking with Chewbacca into the pet store.
purplekitten30 said: Maybe one where Pietro and Wanda go to visit their parents grave and see a younger teenage girl there too. It ends up being the baby sister that they thought died when their house was bombed.
A/N: I absolutely love this request, thank you @purplekitten30 ! Hope you like it! Written as third person not reader POV. Also kinda short. Also willing to do a sequel.
Pietro and Wanda walked arm in arm through the cemetery, taking slow and deliberate steps towards their parents grave. Wanda leaned into her brother’s side as they walked and sighed.
They continued to walk in silence until they could see the grave, and the unknown young girl kneeling in front of them… The siblings exchanged a glance as they watched the girl place a bouquet on the gravestone. The girl took a deep breath and stood, before turning around and walking away from the grave.
When she turned, the twins gasped. They froze where they were. The girl, was their baby sister, Y/N. They had been under the impression that she had died in the bombing. Her name was on a gravestone opposite their parents.
exaggerated British accent makes him chuckle as he strolls closer and offers you
a playful bow.
you wish, my Lady.”
his hands on your waist and you sling yours around his shoulders, sending him a
you around and your laughter fills the room for a moment that is too short
lived in the team’s mind. It’s no secret that you had one too many to drink,
nor is the fact that you were a magnificent dancer.
however was that this was your favorite song and that being twirled around,
with your tight-fitting black dress on and your hair perfectly done, while
laughter spilled from your lips, was a genuine experience that you never had
the pleasure of sharing with someone as important as any of them.
yourself to halt momentary, extending your hand towards Bucky and pulling him
from the couch with a lopsided grin.
chuckles, swaying his hips in an exaggerated gesture to match yours, while
Clint pulls Steve from the sidelines and dances with him, all the while singing the
lyrics to the song painfully loud.
in on the fun with a laughing Pepper and soon Maria and Sam are on the dance
floor too, grinning like fools, laughter bubbling up in Pietro as he twirls
Wanda around the room.
you and you mock faint in his arms as he leans in to give you a big, lingering
kiss on your cheek, before releasing you and making his way over to Steve.
over to Nat then and in a manner not unlike your drunken self, pull her to her
feet and into your arms.
changes to a faster pace and you tug her closer to keep up, she steps on your
foot, laughs and apologizes, yet realizes fast enough that you couldn’t care
less and allows a smile to grace her own face. You're spinning her in circles,
laughing and soon enough she is too, singing along to the song that never seems
She hopes it won’t.
And you’d be damned if you let it.
Steve are twirling one another with large, stupid grins on their faces, while
Tony changed partners and is now having a dance off with Clint and Sam. Pepper
and Wanda are watching from the sidelines with lopsided smirks and tipsy
giggles, while Pietro managed to sweep Maria of off her feet and is now dancing
with her throughout the room with a roguish smirk on his face.
troubles lay forgotten for that one single moment and even after you part ways
with Nat and sit down on the couch, to observe the spectacle, they continue
dancing as if nothing really mattered any more.
It probably doesn´t.
smiling at the radiant happiness that even the ever so stoic Natasha and Maria
have trouble containing as it seeps into their movements and spills with their
It´s a rare
moment for you, to see them all up and happy, unbothered by the burden of their
titles and responsibilities, so you decide to stand to your feet once again and
join in on the fun once more when Steve offers you his hand and invites you to
dance with him.
then, when you look into his brilliant blue orbs that are now almost glowing with
the intensity of his joy, while his cheeks are flushed red from the laughter
from before, you decide that the fact that you were never even drunk to begin
with shall remain your little secret forever.
@bluecalligraphy requested this story with prompts 35 and 37. Im working on another one for you too! Feel free to repost, like, and tag me in any posts you’d like love! I hope I did Pietro justice and I hope this is satisfies your Pietro feels!
“Yeah so I’m going to need the day off tomorrow.” I said to Steve praying that he wouldn’t put up much of a fight. Steve stopped his relentless punching on the bag and turned to me. “(Y/N) we have training tomorrow. What’s so important?” He asked. “Im meeting up with one of my old friends. He’s only going to be in town for a couple of days and its been years since we’ve hung out.” I pleaded giving my very best puppy dog eyes. “Fine” Steve sighed. “But your going to need to do an extra hour of cardio” I jumped up and down hugging Steve around the neck. “Thank you!” I shouted running from the room.
The next night I picked out my favorite dress and did my hair. I looked at myself in the mirror trying to decide what shoes to wear. Knock Knock I turned towards my door as Pietro walked in. “(Y/N) I was going to make some pasta did you wan-” He stopped mid sentence as he took in my dolled up appearance. “Hey Pietro” I said picking up my nude heels and slipping them on, “Thanks for the offer but I’m going out tonight.” Pietro cleared his throat and tried his best to focus on my eyes. “Okay” he said his voice shaking. “No problem” he speed out of my room. “That was strange” I thought as I walked out the door to meet my friend.
I speed into my room where Wanda was waiting for me. “How did it go?” she asked standing up to meet me. “She’s going out” I murmured fighting to stay calm. “Oh I see.” Wanda said giving me a hug. “Wanda stop it.” I said. She was making it hard to fight back tears. “Im okay, really. I’ll just go out too.” I said straining to keep my voice steady. Wanda stepped back and looked me in the eyes, her own glowing red. “I don’t think that is a wise idea brother.” She said shaking her head. “Your right. Im perfectly entitled to have some fun tonight.” I said an idea forming in my mind. “That is not what I said and you know it.” She said putting her hands on her hips. “Thanks for all your help.” I said speeding out the door before she had a chance to read my mind. I knew she probably wouldn’t approve, but if (Y/N) could have some fun tonight, then so could I.
I walked back into the tower feeling light as air. It felt so good to catch up with an old friend. I was walking down the hall to my bedroom when someone bumped into me. I stumbled forwards into Pietro. “Oh sorry Pietro. I didn’t see you there.” I said looking up at him. I tilted my head up to get a better look at his cheek. “Why do you have a lipstick mark on your face?” I asked, jealously bubbling up inside me. “ Pietro cocked his head to the side, a small smile on his face. “I too went out tonight Princessita.” he said. “That’s great” I said cringing at how fake my voice sounded. “It really is.” I bit my lip trying to keep the strain out of my voice. Pietro’s brow crinkled as he said “Is something wrong (Y/N)?” “No” I murmured.Even though I was looking down, I could feel his eyes scanning my face. Sometimes I felt like both the twins had the ability to read minds. “Stop doing that. Its very suggestive and strangely attractive” He said suddenly, his eyes dark. “Stop what?” I asked, my jealously mixed with confusion. “The lip thing.” Pietro said his breathing heavy. “Stop it.” “Why?” I asked. Confusion giving way to anger. “You obviously don’t care about me or my feelings.” I said, meeting his dark eyes with mine. He took a deep breath but his voice was shaky when he spoke. “(Y/N) don’t say that. I care about you very much.” I snorted “Your cheek says otherwise.” I turned to storm off to my room before I broke down. My heart was already throbbing and my legs felt shaky. I felt a breeze fly by me and saw a blue streak before I saw Pietro standing in front of me blocking my path. “Pietro” I began “(Y/N) wait.” he said his were eyes watery but he stood tall. “I was jealous that you went out on a date tonight so I went out too because I didn’t want to seem weak. Im sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.I just don’t know how to tell you how I feel because every time I see you my words just-” It was my turn to cut Pietro off as I captured his mouth with mine. He reacted quickly but I guess they don’t call him quicksilver for nothing. One of his hands flew around my waist and the other cupped my head, tilting my head up. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled on his hair earning a groan. I fought him for dominance but let him win. I pulled away after a few moments. “I didn’t go on a date tonight Pietro.” I whispered threading my hands through his blonde hair. “I went out to meet a friend.” He smiled and re captured my mouth gently biting my lower lip. His hands gripped my waist tighter as he deepened the kiss. He pulled away to whisper “Will you go out with me?” I giggled “Do you even have to ask?” He smiled and met me half way for another kiss.
Hi! I was wondering if you could do a Peter Parker x reader where the
reader is new at school and finds Peter attractive ( but the reader is a
bit shy) and one day they bond over nerd stuff (Star Wars or something)
Then they start dating.
“Okay,” You said to yourself before stepping inside the school.
were about to start a semester at Midtown science high school, and you
weren’t very excited; starting a new school was never fun for you.
You watched as groups of people flooded the halls.
excuse me, sorry, pardon me.” You said as you bumped into various
people on your way to class.“This is going to be fun” You said
sarcastically to yourself.
were searching the school for anyone that looked somewhat familiar,
maybe from your apartment, or use a face you might have passed in your
way to school. Although you didn’t recognize anyone, there was one person who caught your eye.
He had adorable messy brown hair, beautiful dark brown eyes, and best of all; he was wearing a Star Wars shirt.
You loved Star Wars.
You decided to try and find him, but soon lost him in the crowded hall. You sighed and began to look for your class.
Your teacher was in the middle of a boring lecture when she suddenly stopped.
“Peter? Are you still with us?” She asked, tapping her fingertips against her leg.
You, along with several other of your new classmates turned around. You saw a boy shut his computer and look back up.
It’s him! Peter, that’s his name.
“Y/N? You too?” You realized you were staring and turned back to the teacher quickly.
Little did you know, Peter was thinking the same thing about you.
the class was over, you got up quickly; hoping to catch Peter before he
left. When you looked up, he was already gone. You sighed again, and
were making your way out of the room, until suddenly; you bumped into
Sorry!” You stumbled backward, trying to get a good look at the person
you had just bumped into, “Oh! It’s you!” You realized that sounded
smiled and snorted slightly, “Sorry, I was just going to ask I-if you
wanted to have lunch with us? Cause, you’re new here right? Maybe- I
could, show you around?” Boy was he feeling bold.
“Oh, yeah sure” You blushed.
You didn’t talk much to Peter and his friends during lunch, but it was nice to have the company.
The day had been moderately good, and you were just grabbing your backpack from your locker when you heard someone behind you.
"Whoah!” The voice said. It took you a moment; then you realized it was Peter.
“Oh hi!” You replied cheerily. You turned toward him and realized what he was looking at.
“Star Wars!?” He asked, looking at the Star Wars poster you had just put up in your locker.
“Oh, yeah! Speaking of, I like your shirt!” You said, remembering earlier.
“Haha, thanks!” He grinned at you.
few weeks later, You had invited Peter to your house. That was when he
realized he really liked you. When he saw your awesome bedroom, with
Star Wars posters and Lightsabers.
”I like your room!” He said in awe.
”Thanks,” You chuckled. You watched as Peter eyed your room carefully. He stopped for a moment and reached down.
He turned around with your two Lightsabers.
You giggled and took one out of his hand.
Your battle went on for a good half-hour, until he stopped to ask you a question.
You nodded in response, setting your lightsaber down on your bed.
I just need Pietro from Avengers to show up in the next movie at the ending before or after the credits. Like Clint is at his farm dressed in civilian clothes. There is a knock at the door, Clint walks towards it to open it. His wife is yelling at him in the background, his kids are jumping up and down around him, screaming "Pizzas here! Pizzas here!". Clint has his hand on the knob, he turns to laugh at his children because it is adorable and tells them to quiet down. He opens the door and curses or gasps or something, his wife still audibly yelling at him in the background, the kids still screaming and chasing eachother behind Clint. Clint's face breaks into a goofy smile and he yells "kid!" (Maybe pulls him into a hug). Pietro/ Quicksilver is standing there, leaning against the doorframe with a goofy and idiotic smirk on his face. He pushes himself up straighter and asks "You didn't see that coming?"
Warning: Language. Angst. Drama. The Dirty. Plot Twist.
engaged to James Barnes, at your fathers request and you always did as
your father asked. That is till Steve Rogers waltzed into your life one
night with those blue eyes haunting your dreams and the life shattering
grin of his. Your families at odds, refusing to get along, the ring on
your hand binding you to another man when you just might be falling for
another set of blue eyes. Are you willing to say I Do in white and take
this to the grave, or are you ready to defy your family and live
something you’d only heard stories about?
Sleepover Saturday!! I'll start, I think peter parker and x men peter maximoff seem like the type that when they get to cuddle their s/o they'll consistently try to touch the smooth parts of their hair (back of the neck, top of the head) bc they're so into their s/o's curl pattern and the way the texture feels under their fingers but s/o is just like can you fucjing stop ruining my style 😭
HAHAHAHA Yes I totally agree!
Peter Parker: The two of you are chillin trying to watching Netflix and he’s just patting down your freaking hair. You swat his hand away and glare at him and he just gives you a sheepish look that you can’t be mad at. He stops touching your hair but like 15 minutes later he’s back at it. You’d be angrier about it if it wasn’t so darn soothing.
Peter Maximoff: He’s playing video games with you in his lap and he’ll do something like rest his head on top of yours. You shift to the side to keep him from matting the top of your hair down but he eventually pauses the game to irritate you some more. He knows he’s being a little shit.