hank in a box

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GRIMM | 5.03

So kid friendly.

Bub (Logan Howlett x Reader)

Request: Imagine Logan finding out that you are pregnant when Charles reads your mind in front of him. - @askrosemarymckneal

A/N: MASTERLIST

Word Count: 362

Warnngs: None


“Hey baby.” You kissed Logan’s cheek as you entered Charles’ office. “Hey Charles.” You smiled at him. Charles’ smiled back. He and Logan had been waiting for the others for the weekly meetings where you hand it student’s register.

You sat on Logan’s lap and he wrapped an arm around your waist. You kissed Logan’s cheek again. He was your personal teddy bear. After a few minutes, Storm and Rogue entered the office. “Hey Charles.” They greeted him. Peter was already there, he was never late.

Your finger twirled in Logan’s soft hair and gently caressed his neck. Logan leaned next to your ear and whispered “If you want to start something bub, better finish it.” You giggled when he called you ‘bub’. You looked over to Charles who seemed too focused. You were always careful what goes through your mind, especially when you’re with Logan. Your mind tends to run to the ‘Dirty Thoughts’ mode. You looked away and saw Alex and Hank coming in the office. 

“Hey Y/N, here are the pills you told me about. Hope they help.” Hank gave you a small box containing the pills that you told him about. Lately you’ve been feeling kind of sick, it wasn’t the normal sick like a light headache but the headache that makes you want to split your head in half. Charles’ eyes widened. “You’re pregnant.” Everyone stopped and looked at you.  You looked at Charles in turmoil. 

“What?” You felt Logan jump underneath you. “What?” Logan repeated after you. Charles looked around him and saw everyone looking at him and you. You felt your heart beating out of your chest. Logan’s arm wrapped tighter around you. “You’re pregnant Y/N. I saw her.” You were speechless; your eyes froze on Charles and your heart skipped a beat. There was a moment of silence. You wanted to start a family with Logan, yes, in fact that was the subject that you and Logan discussed that morning. But you were scared because you weren’t prepared.

“Oh my God.” You managed to say. You looked at Logan who had a wide smile on his face. “You’re going to be a father bub!”

Originally posted by obiwanskenobi

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I got to go see Finding Dory at our local drive-in on Friday, and I was inspired to create this sculpt project :D

This was also my first time using a resin casting liquid, and I love the results~ It’s so smooth and not tacky/sticky at all!

anonymous asked:

I loved your fic Little bean! Can you do one in the same universe where Erin and Jay are on surveillance because of her pregnancy, and she's starting to get symptoms??

Well anon you and some others convinced me to add on to this story so there will now be three chapters to the Little Bean story. Hope you enjoy!

LITTLE BEAN PART TWO - PREGNANCY


She didn’t realize how much she needed Hank’s approval until the day they’d gone over to his house to tell him about the baby. He’d been dropping hints this last year saying things like how he loved watching Danny play hockey when he could make it down for his games but missed having a grandchild to snuggle in his arms. He’d then give her and Jay a pointed look. She’d rallied back, reminding him about his threats to boot her from Intelligence if she wanted to “play house.” This always got a sour look from him and he’d mutter about how if he had to put up with a romance in his bullpen for the last five years the least he could get was a grand baby out of the deal, and then he’d stormed back into his office and closed the door a little too forcefully.

Well today was the day he’d get his wish. Erin just hoped he’d actually be happy about it now that it was a reality.

Jay had wanted to tell Hank at work, just go in early one day and let him know before the rest of the team got there but Erin was feeling more sentimental these days, she blamed that on the hormones. Actually she was blaming a lot on the hormones. If she was gonna have to put up with growing a kid inside her and the laundry list of symptoms she’d been reading about since finding out they were pregnant last week, she figured least she could get was a free pass to act however she wanted and get her way.

So Erin insisted they announce the baby in a more traditional way. She didn’t care if it made Jay uncomfortable. She knew he preferred to keep Hank at arms length, in the ‘he’s my boss’ box but Jay was just going to have to get use to that line being blurred now that they were having a baby. Blood relation or not, Hank Voight was this baby’s Papa and that was something Jay was going to have to find a way to deal with.

So here they were sitting at the dining table she’d shared with Hank, Camille and Justin through her teen years, having an awkward Sunday dinner. Her hands were sweaty and she wished for a moment Camille was here to ease the awkwardness. She smiled thinking how much Camille would have loved Jay. Hell she’d even settle for Justin and the jealous jabs he’d take at Jay. God she missed them both so much still.

“Spit it out,” Hank broke the silence and commanded gruffly, making Jay’s back snap up straight like he was still in the military and Erin drop her fork.

She muttered her her apology at the awful clatter the fork made and glanced at Jay, hoping he’d share their news with Hank. But he was offering no support, his eyes clearly telling her this was her idea so it was on her to make the announcement. She gave Jay a glare, letting him know she’d make him pay later, then cleared her throat.

“So we, umm, have some news,” she began.

“I gathered as much,” Hank said flatly. His face was devoid of emotion, making it hard for Erin to read him.

“We found out a few days ago and well we thought you should know,” Erin said, letting out a frustrated sigh.

This wasn’t the speech Erin had prepared and practiced over and over in her head since asking Hank Friday night if they could come to Sunday dinner. She picked up her glass of water and took a sip. Hank folded his hands under his chin and looked back and forth between them waiting, in what could be deemed as patience if you knew Hank Voight, for one of them to enlighten him. Erin’s glass hit the table a little harder than she expected.

“We’re pregnant,” she blurted out. She caught the wince on Jay’s face at her less than gracefully delivery. But to his credit he reached under the table and squeezed her thigh reassuringly while they waited the beat it took for Hank to react.

A slow smile began to push out the harsh lines on Hank’s face. He pushed back his chair in silence and came around the table, pulling Erin up and into a hug. Erin’s body relaxed, relieved Hank was happy about the baby.

If Jay didn’t know better he swore he saw tears shining in the harsh man’s eyes. Pulling back he looked Erin in the eyes, smiling for a long moment. Then, just like that the smile was replaced by his usual stern look.

“You’re on modified duty, starting immediately,” he commanded, pointing a finger at her.

Erin nodded quietly then Hank stepped around her and extended his hand to Jay. Jay rose and shook hands with his boss. Voight’s grip was firm and his eyes bore into Jay leaving no doubt of their message. ‘Take care of Erin and the baby or you’ll be wearing a Chicago necklace’ Voigh silently threatened. Jay smiled confidently and nodded, although offended that after all this time Voight still didn’t trust
that no one cared for Erin as deeply as Jay did.

Five weeks later Jay wondered if Voight was trying to test exactly how deep his feelings were for Erin. He’d assigned them to surveillance duty watching an abandoned warehouse and Jay felt like he’d spent the last six hours in hell. If she wasn’t complaining she was hungry or bored she was going on about how unfairly pregnant women were treated. He almost blew their cover wanting to escape from the car when she caught on that he was only half listening to her and spent the next ten minutes chewing him up one side then down the other. Jay was sure he would have had an easier go of it being locked in the cage with Voight.

His suffering was quickly forgotten when later that night Erin emerged from their bedroom in nothing but a few scraps of expensive black lace. She said she owed him an apology for the way she’d acted on their stake out and felt like a crazy woman with all the hormones running wild in her body.

Jay quickly and enthusiastically accepts her apology. It was only as his lips chased his fingers over her belly that he noticed it for the first time, the small but firm swell that proved his little bean was growing inside Erin. After he finished making love to her that night Jay lay with his head on Erin’s belly for a long time tracing over its new curve, imagining how much more beautiful she’d be with each passing month.

When Erin was seventeen weeks pregnant Jay experienced what he thought heart attack victims must go through. The bullpen was unusually quiet, everyone elbow deep in paperwork trying to locate the serial killer who’s victims were plastered all over the board.

“Oh my god!” Erin yelled, jumping back in her chair and sending her glass of water smashing to the ground.

“What? What is it? What’s wrong?” Jay called, flying around his desk to get to her. The rest of the team were also on their feet and ready to slay whatever unseen dragon threatened their girl.

Erin sat back in her chair, face pale, hands splayed across her stomach.

“What’s wrong? Are you in pain? What is it?” Jay demanded.

“I think I just felt the baby kick,” Erin announced, astonished.

The boys exchanged baffled glances while Hank leaned against the door frame of his office, his concern morphing to a bemused smile. Al caught his eye and the two men shared a knowing look, both remembering the first time they’d felt their own child’s first kick.

Although Jay’s mind processed the words he couldn’t get his heart to slow. He stood rooted in spot beside her desk staring at her hands as the explored her half moon belly. She jumped slightly.

“There it was again! Jay!” She exclaimed reaching out to pull him down. “You have to fee this!” Erin positioned Jay’s hand under hers and stared expectantly at him. Nothing happened. “Just wait,” she said. “See? Did you feel that?” She asked excitedly.

He had. Erin’s tummy thumped gently under his palm another two times. Jay stared at her in awe, having lost the ability to form words. His heart that had just about stopped then raced away from fright moments ago now swelled and ached with a longing to meet and hold his baby.

“Did you feel him?” Erin asked again.

“Her,” Jay corrected, as he nodded yes.

Erin just rolled her eyes at him. They’d been having this pseudo argument since the day they found out about the baby, each one convinced of the baby’s gender.

Three weeks later Erin wanted to sob at the look on Jay’s face when their ultrasound technician confirmed it was in fact a boy. The appointment has started out well, both excited to see how their baby had grown and changed in the weeks since their last ultrasound. They’d ooh and awed over the images of the tiny feet and hands that were forming. The sound of a strong heartbeat eased some of the anxiety they were assured all new parents felt. Then things went south when they’d convinced the technician to break protocol and tell them the gender of the baby, rather than wait another week for the results to be delivered to Erin’s doctor.

Erin had been so thrilled to hear it was a boy, just because she wanted to win their little debate, but truthfully she just prayed the baby would be healthy given the injuries she’d sustained back when she discovered she was pregnant and her history of drug use. But when she looked up at Jay to rub in her victory, her face fell. He looked deflated. He’d tried to recover and gave her an attempt at a smile but he was horrible at masking his true feelings.

They’d finished the appointment and Erin dressed quickly. The car ride to the district had been silent, Erin not understanding why the gender of their baby drew such a reaction from Jay. He’d been so happy until now about the pregnancy, enduring all her mood swings and happily running out to fulfill whatever crazy food craving she had. Hell he even had the spare bedroom painted and ready for the baby furniture Erin couldn’t make up her mind about yet.

By the time they got home that night Erin couldn’t take the silence any longer.

“Babe, please talk to me,” she encouraged.

“About what?” He asked, off handedly.

“How upset you are about the baby,” she confronted him gently.

“I’m not upset babe, the baby’s doing great, you heard the tech. Everything’s perfect in there.” He lied.

“Jay please don’t lie. I know your disappointed it’s a boy,” she said trying to keep her emotions in check. God she hates how easily they took over these days.

“I’m not…” Jay began.

“You are. I saw the look on your face. I don’t understand Jay. What does it matter?” She asked again.

Jay let out a long breath and ran his hands across his forehead. He didn’t know how to put his thoughts into words.

“What if I turn out like him?” His voice filled with anguish.

“Who?”

“My dad? What if I set expectations he can’t meet or make him feel like he’s not good enough? What if I don’t see when he’s hurting and just needs someone to talk to? What if he needs to know I’m in his corner and I’m too busy with work to notice?” He asked helplessly.

“Jay you are not your dad. You would never let a child feel like that, any child let alone ours,” Erin countered. But Jay shook his head at her in disbelief. “Look at all the kids you’ve helped since I’ve known you. Ethan, Ellie, they are both doing amazing now because of you. What did Ellie say to us at her college graduation? She was taking a job in Washington with that child advocacy group. She wants to help change the system. She made it because of you. Because you made sure she felt heard, valued, safe. If you can do that for a couple strangers I’ve no doubt you’ll do whatever it takes to make our son feel loved and valued.” Erin said, rubbing her hand over his back.

He’s smiled at her then. She always knew what to say to him. She always knew how to sooth his wounds with reason and empathy. They’d curled up on the couch and watched tv with their fingers laced over her belly until Erin couldn’t keep her eyes open. Jay scooped her in his arms, despite her half hearted protest, and took her to bed. That night he slept with his arm laying protectively over her belly and swore he’d do better than his father did.

At seven and a half months pregnant Erin was fresh out of reason and empathy and Voight swore if she didn’t stay behind her desk until the baby came he’d force her onto leave early.

She’d just about ended up being charged with homicide earlier that day when she launched herself, volleyball sized belly and all, across the table at a suspect in the interrogation room. Her mood had become more aggressive recently to match the influx of male hormones taking up ever more space in her womb.

At her banishment from anything she’d considered real police work Erin began to pout and was snippy with everyone. The boys were beginning to joke behind her back that what Erin needed was an exorcist not a obgyn to get that baby out of her.

Jay pleaded with Voight to let him take Erin away on a long weekend. Before getting pregnant she’d talked about how she always wanting to go to Mardi Gras in New Orleans. Jay still felt bad Erin hadn’t been able to fulfill the wish list she created pre pregnancy and he wanted her to do something special before their world got turned upside down. Besides a little time away as a couple sounded good to him too.
He’d called her doctor on the sly and was told there were no concerns with Erin flying. Once he had the okay from Voight, Jay booked the trip.

Erin had been excited to get away. They both welcomed the relative warmth of New Orleans in contrast to Chicagos cold. They overindulged on local cuisine and explored the city. With her growing belly Erin found she tired easily walking long distances and her back began to throb midway through the weekend. She had also become slightly anxious in the large crowds of people, walking with arms subconscious covering her baby bump.

She could have cried tears of joy when she found out Jay had arranged a prenatal massage through their hotel that afternoon and managed to find them a terrace seat in a restaurant where they could watch the parade go by below. Once they’d finished eating Jay slid his chair around and lifted Erin’s legs onto his lap. He absentminded rubbed her feet while they enjoyed the music and dancing of the revellers below.

They finished their weekend away with a steamboat cruise on the Mississippi. They teased and bantered all afternoon on the water.

“Thank you,” Erin whispered in Jay’s ear on the flight home. “Just when I think I couldn’t get luckier you go and surprise me with more,” she smiled lovingly at him.

Jay returned her smile. “I am pretty great aren’t I,” he laughed. Erin smacked him playfully and laughed with him. “You’re welcome,” he said sobering. “It makes me happy to see you happy. You deserve that.”

Instead of responding Erin leaned into him and placed her lips on his. The constant spark they shared lit and, forgetting the other passengers on the plane, they deepened the kiss. Several minutes later Erin pulled away abruptly.

“What’s wrong,” Jay asked, coming back to reality.

“I apparently need to pee, again,” she said apologetically.

Jay laughed and helped Erin to her feet.

Two weeks later Erin was wishing there was a bathroom in the convenience store she stopped at on her way home from work. She’d had to go before she stopped but was desperate for Oreos and figured her bladder would survive a quick stop to pick some up.

It would be the last time she’d ever crave an Oreo.

Trying For Babies With Hank McCoy Would Include (Part 1) ...

Well as no one had any preference here they are xx

Originally posted by sensualkisses

·         Both deciding, whilst on one of your walks, to start trying for a baby and not being able to stop smiling and swinging your joined hands together as you make your way back to the mansion

·         Hank coming back from the supermarket with a ton of pregnancy tests, ovulation tests etc. basically anything to help you guys get pregnant

·         Doing the hanky panky at least once a day

    Surprising Hank in the lab, wearing just a lab coat and your deep burgundy silk lingerie, and opening it when he greets you with that gorgeous smile asking what you were doing there

    Hank knocking a lot of important documents off his desk as you’re thrown onto the edge, shimmying his underwear down and pulling him into you

    Squeezing his thigh at dinner, working your way up to the bulge in his pants and making Hank choke on his dinner

    Charles knowing exactly what happened and only rolling his eyes in indifference

    Pulling hank by his tie into a spare classroom and bending over the desk

    The kids almost catching you, but only really seeing you and Hank with smeared lipstick and skewed glasses

·         Trying to persuade Hank to go Beast Mode™ in order to get you pregnant

·         Him eventually giving in, leading to some of the most amazing rampant sex you guys have ever had

    Hank going completely dom, whispering in your ear how good you look and how you’ll look so hot full of his seed and his babies

    Hank leaving bruises on you whenever he goes beast mode then apologising profusely when he’s back to normal

·         Hank walking in from the bathroom after you do the do to find you propping your legs in the air whilst on your back to try and make the little swimmers swim the right way

    Hank spits toothpaste everywhere giggling

·         Hank getting really broody whenever there are kids around, leading to you teasing him

·         Him shutting you up with a kiss, before bringing you in for a hug and placing his hands on your belly, trying to imagine it swelling with his child

·         Trying for months and months and not getting pregnant, each time you look at the negative sign the pain gets slightly worse

·         Trying to hide them from Hank and eventually trying to hide yourself from him because you feel like a failure for not getting pregnant

·         Hank tries to hide his sadness at the negative sign as well because he wants to be strong for you telling you it’ll be positive eventually

·         Inside he feels like a failure as well

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As always feedback on my work is really appreciate and please request whatever you’d like to see in my ask box xx

NSFW Headcanons: Hank McCoy

Requested by:Anonymous

-He likes to be romantic, he TRIES to be romantic as possible but you drive him wild

-He tries to start off sweet and gentle but that doesn’t really last long

-Can you imagine how he’d growl in your ear just ugh it’d be so hot

-Hes low key dominant AF you don’t really expect it of him

-It may be the beast in him but the smallest things set him off like a change in your scent or little peeks of exposed skin and he ends a lot of nights early so he can ravish you

-He loves when you pay attention to the hair on his body, specifically his happy trail and his chest hair

-Hank loves foreplay but with him it usually doesn’t last long. You either have to lay back and let him do all the work or you’re gonna be having sex because he gets to eager the second you touch him

-That being said, it’s super fun to tease him

-Getting it on in his lab…. need I say more

-He kisses and talks to you the whole time

-He’s spent and exhausted after he’s finished and he’s cuddly af. He will wrap himself around you still sweaty and start snoring

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Request anything you’d like to see! My ask box is open

Yes (Logan Howlett x Reader)

Request: Imagine Logan trying to propose to you, but everything (and everyone) keeps interrupting - @askrosemarymckneal

A/N: MASTERLIST

Word Count: 411

Warnings: None


You felt Logan’s muscles tighten around you. “Good morning beautiful.” You turned your body so that you could face him. You buried your face in his chest as you wrapped your arms around his abdomen. “Morning baby.” You kissed his chest, making his hair rise. You ran your hand down his abs and gave his ass a like press.

He let out a chuckle. He felt you smiling against his chest. “Well I have to go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” As you got off the bed, you felt his hand grabbing yours. He gave you the puppy dog eyes and you let out a laugh.

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Logan sat on the couch listening to Charles Xavier talking to Hank. Logan looked in his jacket and saw the small suede box. He opened it half way and a small diamond ring glistened from the light rays that hit it. He smiled to himself.

You walked in the living room and saw Charles and Hank talking, Storm, Jean and Rogue laughing and Logan alone on the couch. “Hey Y/N,” Charles said.

“Morning Charles.” You made yourself a cup of tea. As Logan was about to get up to tell you the big news, Charles began telling one of his puns “So one day I called Erik over and I accidently hit his toe and I said ‘Did I hurt your magnetoe?’” The room cracked into laughter, including you. “Uhh guys, I need to tell-” Hank interrupted Logan and began saying his joke. Logan pursed his lips and tried to take another chance. Storm jumped on Hank and Rogue began talking to you.

Originally posted by obiwanskenobi

“Enough!” Logan shouted. Logan’s eyes were transfixed on you. He walked slowly towards you. Rogue moved aside. You looked in Logan’s eyes as he got down on one knee and got out the small suede box. “Holy shit.” You muttered.

Logan looked up to you. “Y/N, will you do me the honour of marrying me?” Your mouth went dry and words seem to escape you. You nodded. “Yes. Hell yeah!” The room was filled with clapping. Logan slipped the ring in your finger and got on both feet. “It looks beautiful.”

“You look beautiful.” Logan pressed a kiss on your lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer. He groaned in the kiss and you gently released. “Why did you stop?” He asked.

“Because if I  have to start something, I’ll have to finish it.”

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Precisely what – the fuck!

Dr. Nemesis and Hank McCoy (of Earth-10710) from X-Men: Blind Science 
by sispurrier, Paul Davidson, Francis Portela and Chris Sotomayor

anonymous asked:

Peter maximoff headcannons for a prank war

It probably started out really innocently
-the casual whoopee cushion in people’s chairs or salt and sugar mixed up
(Both of which happened to Hank, he was not happy at all.)

-then It got progressively worse, and Scott decided that he wanted in too

(The toothpaste in Oreos? They did that, Warren was pissed to the max and started getting back at them, Jean wanted in on it too because somehow they covered her soap bar in clear nail polish and left it in the shower.)

-Jean got back at Peter by filling Twinkies with mayonnaise, it was glorious

-someone handed Kurt a caramel apple that had a surprise in it (onion!)

-once while Scott after was in class, Kurt had gotten him to take him to the mall and Warren and Jean filled his room with balloons (they wanted to be gentle)

-Peter put seeds in Hanks keyboard and somehow about two weeks later (filled with actual hell) there were plants growing about two inches tall out of the spaces between the keys

-Warren replaced the hand sanitizer in Hanks lab with lube, (poor hank, he’s an easy target)

-Peter somehow managed to get water in a cup that was upside and left it on his lab table

(Hank tells Charles, who’s amused but dismisses it, he thinks it’s funny)

-Jean made one of the drawers in Scotts dresser (probably the underwear and sock drawer) into a fish tank

-Kurt (precious blueberry boi Kurt) filled three pairs of Peters shoes, the pockets in his leather jacket, and his goggle lenses, with glitter.

-Hank had started getting back at them, he hid a box of twinkies where he knew Peter would find it but he filled it with vegetables instead

-Peter didn’t enjoy that and he taped an air horn to Hanks chair, when he sat down on it it went off

-It started to die off slowly after Charles got pranked and threw a fit (He found his office entirely covered in plastic wrap, literally everything just covered)

The pranks after that were much smaller and more private

Angel Grace - Keep Thinking

Characters: Reader, Castiel, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester.

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: Thinking, use of naughty words, fighting like siblings, Cas being a sexy motherfucker.

A/N: This is my entry for @totallysupernaturaloneshots Totally Supernatural Oneshots Follower Celebration Challenge Prompt #42:  ‘Are you trying to seduce me? Because is working.’

EDITED! SMALL DETAILS, WON’T AFFECT THE STORY, I BET YOU WON’T EVEN NOTICE.

My first Castiel one-shot turned into a short series, and yes is going to be a part 3 (with lots of smut).

[Part 1 of Angel Grace]

Originally posted by acklesjensen

Keep Thinking -

You roll your eyes and sigh when you spot Castiel already sat at an armchair in front of the TV.

Great!

Dean stands in your way before you can enter the room. “Where’re my popcorns?” He demands taking your empty hands and lifting them in the air, only to drop them immediately.

“I told ya wasn’t gonna make’em!” You scoff, still angry about the little jest the two brothers and the angel, The Angel, had at your expenses.

Who would’ve thought the first angel I’d met would be an ass…’ He’s looking at you. ‘Shit! Stop thinking Y/N.

“Great! I’m gonna have to make them myself now.” Dean whines and you forget almost completely about the celestial being looking at you.

“Oh no!! You’re gonna have to push one button!” You gasp dramatically and grab your own head with both hands, emphasizing the drama.

Keep reading

“I was not touching your stuff, and no way was I mocking you.”

Peter Maximoff (dofp) x Reader

Requested? Yes.

Prompt # 25: “I was not touching your stuff, and no way was I mocking you.”

Warnings: none, probably short.

A/N: I actually had no idea how I wanted to end this, so the ending sucks and leaves off bad. Sorry


 If there was one thing you learned, you could barely ever get your boyfriend Peter to take his jacket off. The goggles? Easy.

They laid on the control top of the pac man game machine, mocking you. You’ve only ever touched his shirts and boxers because you liked stealing them every once and awhile, especially when you spent the night with him. He didn’t mind one bit. Peter loved knowing that you loved wearing his clothes, plus they were adorable on you.

His mother had called him upstairs, which was why you were currently alone, staring at the machine that held your boyfriend’s goggles. Soon enough, you found yourself grabbing them and slowly slipping them on over your head and over your eyes.

A small and quiet laugh escaped your lips as you looked around the room, opening your mouth to speak. “My name is Peter Maximoff and I like twinkies,” you snorted with laughter before running around the room. “I am the fastest man alive!”

Clumsy you tripped over an empty box of twinkies and fell forward with a thud, soon hearing footsteps of what seemed like more than one person coming down the staircase. “(Y/N)”

You stood up quickly after hurriedly taking the goggles off and sending an awkward smile at Peter before gently setting his goggles down on the chair. “I was not touching your stuff, and no way was I mocking you.” Before Peter could attempt to say anything to that, you asked the men who they were. “(Y/N), this is Charles Xavier, Logan, and Hank…they’re here asking for my help. I need you to stay here and-”

You frowned, “why can’t I go?”

“Look, kid, I don’t think you’d wanna get into this business we need Peter for.”

“Well, before you leave, do any of you want a box of twinkes? Peter needs to lay off stealing so many of them,” you suggested, waving your hand towards the many boxes. Peter rolled his eyes, “my girlfriend thinks I love them more than her, that’s all.”

“Actually,” Hank said hesitantly, “can I have two boxes?”