kitchen with island

Masked - Part 4

Word Count: 2133

Pairing: Avengers x Reader, Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Language

A/N: Part 4 finally! I’m glad everyone is enjoying the series so far! It means a lot so thank you <3 

(Y/F/N) - Your first name

(Y/L/N)- Your last name

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Part 3

Originally posted by tmholland

“Well, that was… interesting,” Tony said with an exasperated sigh. Plopping down on a stool by the kitchen island, he slumped forward with his head resting on the back of his arms.

“I know, I saw the news coverage. And you got your asses handed to you. Well everyone but Peter,” Bruce responded as Tony opened a beer. “Where did he run off to anyway?”

“Who knows. I’m sure he’ll be back. We have the kid anyway, it’s more of a waiting game now.”

“The kid is just lucky Fury wants them on the team so badly. Otherwise, I would have kicked their ass all the way to the other side of the city,” Natasha grumbled while eating a bag of chips.

“Nat,” Clint warned.

“Clint,” She said shooting him a glare.

One just does not take down Natasha Romanoff without some sort of conscience. The whole team knew that she doesn’t go down without a fight easily and the fact that a kid took her out of the fight so quickly was eating away at her. Once you woke up you were definitely in for an interesting discussion.

“Do we have ID on the kid yet?” Steve asked, ignoring his friend’s attics.

“FRIDAY is running it now. We should have a name any sec - and there it is.” Tony grinned finally happy that this whole mess was over. “Our masked vigilante is (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N), age sixteen, and by the looks of it, they’re also insanely smart. The kid is already in college and at the top of their classes.”

“Oh, great. Another nerd,” Natasha chuckled.

“That does explain why their suit, by the look of it, was so advanced. It was almost like Tony made it,” Bruce said reading over your file.

As the team started to skim your file, Peter busted in with a slightly flustered face and something in his hand. Ignoring the team’s looks of confusion he made his way over to you - who was still unconscious on the couch. The last thing the team wanted to do was to freak you out when you woke up so they decided to keep you comfortable.

“Peter, what’s in the bag and where did you disappear to?” Clint questioned as Peter sat down in the chair next to the couch.

“(Y/N)’s bag,” He responded as Tony furrowed his eyebrows.

“You know this kid?” He asked.

“No - Yes - Uh I guess? I mean we literally just met today at the diner I was set up at and I notice they had a bag with them before I left. I figured they would want it since you know I sorta drugged them before unmasking them,” Peter rambled clearly flustered. “You know we really hit it off too. We exchanged numbers and everything. Now I going to deal with their wrath when they wake up.”

“Spidey has a crush,” Sam teased as Peter groaned.

Being the youngest on the team left Peter to be teased a lot. Still, he rather have them teasing him instead of the whole team getting into one of their overly protective moods. It took months just to convince everyone to let him go on missions and even then, he has to sit some out. A part of Peter wishes that it wasn’t you who was under the mask but another part of him was glad he didn’t have to keep the Spider-Man secret away from you. Still, he had no idea what you would do once you woke up. If it was him, he would be angry at whoever drugged him. And in his case, it was him who drugged you.

“Earth to Spidey? You’re drooling,” Pietro laughed as Wanda smacked his head. “What? Well, he is?!”

“Brother, stop. I think it’s cute. Young love at it’s finest,” She sighed as Peter’s face went as red as his suit.

“I hate everyone,” He muttered in response to their laughter.

“Alright, kid. Quit staring and wait until the kid wakes up on their own,” Tony said, returning to his beer he left on the island.


For the second time today, you awoke with a pounding headache, but this time your mouth was oddly dry. Adjusting to the bright lights shining on your face, you blinked a few times only to realize you’re not in your apartment. You were in some sort of fancy living room with a fantastic view of New York. Even the couch you were laying on was better than your shitty living situation.

You closed your eyes as the memories came flooding in; everything started to piece together and you slowly started to remember what happened. The fake robbery, the fight where you kicked everyone’s asses, being kicked to the ground by the stupid spider-guy, hurting your arm in the process, him drugging you as he unmasked you, and to make matters worse: he was that cute boy you met at the diner.

“Well, shit,” You grumbled.

Wincing from the pain of your headache and your arm, you slowly sat up from your comfy position. Just as you were about stand up you felt a hand on your bad arm. Out of reflex, you grabbed whosoever hand it was and flipped them into the ground. Realizing what you did, you let out a small gasp as you stared at the poor soul who you just have thrown. It, of course, was Peter - no surprise there.

“Dude, what the hell!?” You squawked, not caring about your headache.

“S-Should’ve seen that coming,” He groaned while trying to catch his breath.

You must have slammed him down hard because the way he was breathing looked like you knocked the wind out of him. Once he was able to breathe a bit normally, he sat up and glared at you. Someone was not a happy Spider.

“Don’t look at me like that!” You began waving your hands around. “You freaking kicked me to the ground in mid-air and drugged me!”

“Touché,” He muttered as you helped him off of the ground. “To be fair, you still have your suit on and you did attack my friends.”

“Really, kid?” You scoffed. “My arm still hurts, I have this annoying headache, and my mouth is really dry. What did you dose me with?!”

To say that you were annoyed was an understatement. You were basically kidnapped by the Avengers - that’s something you don’t hear every day - and this kid was trying to defend his actions. Your bickering carried on for a few more minutes while rest of the team stood with amused expressions. You could say that you already made a good impression on them.

“Listen hear, Spiderling. I could kick your ass any day, anytime. In fact, let’s go right now!”

“Bring it on, Glowstick!”

Before you could say anything else you heard someone clear their throat. Turning away from your heated conversation, you saw Mr. Star Spangled Banner with his arms crossed and a stern expression. Rolling your eyes, you prepared yourself for one of his righteous speeches. It was Captain America what could you expect.

“Alright, kids. Break it up, that’s enough,” He said.

“Sorry Mr. Rogers,” Peter sheepishly said as you scoffed.

“I’m sorry, Spangles… should I salute you as well?” You asked as you heard a few chuckles fill the room.

Smirking to yourself, you notice your bag leaning against the side of the couch. Taking that as your cue to leave, walked over to your bag before a hand grabbed your arm. Flinching from the pain you whipped around and stared at Peter once more.

“If you’re thinking about leaving now that’s not going to happen.”

“First off, stop grabbing my arm. And second, who is going to stop me?” You asked.

“Well, all of us,” Tony replied with a smirk. “See kid we’ve been looking for you for a while now.”

“If you’re going to arrest me, I’ll warn you now that it won’t go so well.”

Tony laughed loudly as you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. They clearly seemed like they wanted to arrest you unless they had some other thing in mind. Glancing over to Peter he shrugged while the rest of the team sighed.

“Your people skills never cease to impress,” Sam dryly said to Tony. Turning back to me he mouth a quick sorry while rolling his eyes at his billionaire friend.

“Hold on Sam I need a minute,” He laughed.

“And he’s drunk,” Rhodey added before walking over to his friend.

“I’m confused. You guys seemed pretty keen on arresting me. Why else would you chase me after -” You began before your eyes widen. As everyone slightly nodded to your realization you finished your thought. “You want me to join the team?”

Silence filled the room (except for a few chuckles from Tony) as you tried to process the new information. They wanted you - a kid with weird alien powers - to join the Avengers. Sure, you had to admit they seemed like good people, but you never saw yourself as Avengers material. You just kicked butt when it was needed, but now they were asking you to join a team that saves the world. That was definitely a big step from the streets of New York.

The team already seemed so close and you didn’t want to squeeze yourself in there if you weren’t needed. You were used to being a lone wolf; only taking care of yourself, not working with other people on a team. Still, the thought of it started to grow on you. The only problem was that you weren’t the hero they saw you as. You needed to deal with some personal things before you could even think about joining.

“Wow, it’s flattering for sure but-”

“You like to do things by yourself and the whole team dynamic ruins your style?” Bucky asked.

“You guessed it,” You said wanting this conversation to be over. “Look I have my own way of doing things. You guys handle the big stuff and I’ll handle the small stuff.”

Ignoring Peter’s protests, you grabbed your bag and threw it over your good shoulder. You just needed to get home and pretend none of this ever happened.

“I hope you know we know where you live and we also know a lot about you. You’re pretty much stuck with us. I wouldn’t try fighting it,” Natasha said grabbing your bag and stopping you.

“Such as?” You asked.

“Your parents and the number of foster homes you went to,” She answered clearly knowing how to get under your skin

Digging your nails into your palms you took a deep breath and yanked the bag out of her hand. Your parents was a subject you didn’t bring up. It brought back to many memories from that day you lost them and what soon followed after.

“Natasha maybe you should-” Steve started to say as the lights began to flicker.

It was definitely not a good sign when energy sources around you did that. Though, you wouldn’t have hurt anyone. You could however, cause a small power outage and break a few windows while you’re at it. You didn’t plan on hurting Natasha for getting under your skin, you could tell she was just trying to read your reactions with certain subjects. Looking at the floor to avoid everyone stare, you tried to calm yourself.

“You should get that checked out,” You joked pointing to the flickering lights.

“I can look at that arm,” Bruce offered clearly seeing that you weren’t putting that much weight on it. “Just let me look at it and you can go.”

You sighed knowing they wouldn’t take no for an answer. “Fine.”

“Great. I’ll show where the lab is and fix you up there.”

“We can also continue our discussion there,” Tony added, and rolled you your eyes.

“If I say I’ll join the team will everyone stop pestering me?” You huffed.

“Yup.”

“Fine, I’ll join your little group of heroes. Happy now?”

Most of the team nodded with smiles, and you heard a loud “yes” coming from the annoying Spiderling. As everyone stopped and stared an embarrassed Peter, you let out a loud laugh. Slapping a hand over your mouth, you continued giggling as Peter broke out into a huge grin.

“Welcome to the team, kid. You’ll fit right in,” Bucky said while patting your back.

Returning a small smile while giggling, you followed Bruce to the lab. Though you didn’t care to admit it, you were starting to like the idea of joining the Avengers. They seemed like nice people that just wanted to help you out. To add to that, you now had an excuse to see a certain spider every day and that was something you couldn’t complain about.

Part 5


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Alex is toasting some bread for breakfast when Maggie enters the kitchen in just her bra and jeans

Maggie: Babe, did you see my blue shirt?

Alex, not looking from the toaster: which one?

Maggie: The one with some silver stuff in it. I cant find it

Alex, thinking: Uhm.. Oh! I folded it yesterday and put it in the wardrobe

Maggie: I looked for it in the wardrobe three times and couldnt find it

Alex, taking out the last toast and turning to Maggie: Oh, uhm. I put it in the wardrobe… in the other appartment

Maggie, smiling a little and aproaching Alex: The OTHER appartment?

Alex, backing up against the kitchen island: Uhm, yes?

Maggie, putting her hands on Alex’s waist: The other appartment, not YOUR appartment? 

Alex, blushing: Well, its just that. We are in this appartment, so mine is the other one right now?

Maggie, laughing at Alex not getting what she is trying to hint: Since when there is an “other appartment” ? Like, they are not mine or yours, just this appartment, and the other one? Like, they are both ours?

Alex, finally getting it: oooohhhhh, uhm…

Maggie: Alex, When was the last time we slept apart? 

Alex, furrowing her brows: Well, like, It was..

Maggie, laughing: I dont even remember when it started ither 

Alex, laughing too and kissing Maggie softly, because she cant help herself: Uhm, 4 month ago when you had to work till like 4 am?

Maggie: No… You were here waiting for me, sleeping may I add

Alex, smiling: Ok, before that I went to Metropolis with Kara for the weekend

Maggie: I slept at your appartment while you were out…

Alex, hugging Maggie softly: I dont remember when it was then

Maggie: We have been paying two rents for at least 5 months? We suck

Alex: We really do. We should chose one and just move all our stuff there

Maggie, smiling: Your appartment is bigger, and a little bit nicer?

Alex, mumbles something while hiding her face on Maggies neck

Maggie: what, babe?

Alex: I feel at home here

Maggie, smiling: Then we should all our stuff here

Alex: We are really going to do this? We are really going to move in together?

Maggie laughing and hugging Alex tightly: We have been living together for months!

anonymous asked:

Describe your dream house

A small house with a wrap around porch. I want 2 rocking chairs and an old wooden swing so my wife and I can drink our coffee every morning on our front porch. Also, a bomb ass kitchen with an island so we can meal prep together. I also need two sinks in our bathroom because I’m messy when I brush my teeth. Yanno, I just need a hot wife to complete my home. Idc about the rest. WHERE YOU AT BABE.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.