about you being like a new avenger (and working in the lab wit father figure
Bruce) and you “meet” the others for the first time at the party
I took some creative liberties here…hope you don’t mind. I’ve been in a super
Peter Parker mood lately, so, here ya go. Also, I’m not dead, and I think this will serve as the first of like
seven-ish fics in what I call: The Morgan Reniassance.
Being a high school
student was tough. Being a high school student and a student intern at the Avengers’ Tower? Tougher yet. And being
a superhero on top of it all…you didn’t know how the hell you fit in time for
homework, but somehow you managed. Luckily for you, it was spring break now, so
you kind of had time to chill and catch up on everything you were falling
“Hey (Y/N), would you
mind passing me the file over there?” Bruce Banner, your kind of sort of father
figure asked, motioning across your station to a file detailing the new pieces
of tech Tony had whipped up in his free time.
“Yep, no prob.” You slid
it down to him. He pushed up his glasses and nodded appreciatively. You took a
long sip from your mug of coffee. You hadn’t even liked it that much, but it
was kind of a necessity in the lab.
“So…” Bruce smirked a
little bit. “Tony’s throwing a party tonight.”
“I don’t know if I can go…you
know, I have like three packets of Algebra homework to catch up on.”
“He’s not going to take
that as an excuse and you know it.”
“Ughhhh, I know.”
“I think he wants you to
finally meet Spiderman.”
“Wait.” This changed
everything. “Spiderman is going to be there?”
“Little crush, huh?”
“W-what? Pfft, no.” Yes. “There
is no way I have a crush on Spiderman.” Yes you did. “That’s ridiculous.” No.
It really wasn’t.
“Don’t worry. He’s a nice
kid.” Bruce removed a gear from the little bot in his hand with a pair of
tweezers and then replaced it. “And I heard he has a little bit of a crush on
Galactic Girl, if my sources are right.”
eyes glowed pink for the shortest second and you nearly fell off of your stool.
“I mean, cool. That’s cool. I guess. Maybe I could meet him. Or something.”
“Okay, but if he breaks
your heart, I’ll break him.”
“Okay Dad,” you smirked.
He smiled. Dad. A title he never
thought he would hold. And yet, here he was with this teenager who had latched
onto him. And he couldn’t have been happier.
You walked into the party
wearing a pink shirt and galaxy leggings. You had put on more makeup than
usual, and you were accompanied by Tony and Bruce, one on each arm.
“And this is Wanda and Pietro
and you already know Nat.” Tony introduced. “Ladies and Speedy, meet the
“Nice to meet you,” Wanda
offered her hand. Pietro smirked, Natasha smiled. You were in awe. You had
heard so much about these people, and here they were, dressed in street clothes
and making small talk.
“And this is Capsicle and
his USO girls.” Tony motioned to Captain America himself, who was standing
beside Sam and Bucky.
“Ha. Very funny.” Sam
chuckled and shook his head.
“Welcome to the team,
(Y/N).” Steve saluted.
“Don’t pass out.” Bruce
“I’m trying.” You replied
through an awestruck smile. And yet, the more people you were introduced to,
the more it became obvious that the reason you were here…wasn’t here yet.
“Spider Boy is on his
way.” Tony read a message on his phone, and not even thirty seconds later, the
red-clad young super hero was clinging to the window. He peered inside for a
few seconds before waving awkwardly. Unlike everyone else, he was wearing his
He climbed into the
penthouse, landing on his feet right in front of Tony.
“Sorry I’m late, Mr. Stark.
There was a robbery and-”
“Relax, kid. You’re fine.”
He motioned to his face. “But uh-”
“Oh. Oh! Right. Sorry.”
He tugged off the red mask, releasing a head of tousled brown hair and kind
brown eyes. God, he was cute. Waaaaay cuter than you had expected him to be. “You
uh, must be the new girl.” He thrust his hand forward. “I’m Peter Man. I mean-
Spider Parker. I uh,”
“(Y/N) (L/N).” You shook
his hand with a grin. “Nice to meet you, Peter.”
“You break her heart, I’ll
break you,” Bruce warned with a well-meaning chuckle as he and Tony removed
themselves from the conversation.
“So uh, your dad is the
“My adoptive dad, yeah.”
You laughed. “He’s awesome. Took me in after I got involved with all of this
alien shit. I really don’t know what I’d do without him.” You looked over to
Bruce, who was standing at the bar with Tony. “And you’re Tony’s…nephew-ish
“You could say that,
yeah.” Peter smiled and chuckled. “I’m um, going to get changed. I swear I’ll
be right back.”
“I’ll hold you to that,
bug boy.” You smiled. Peter ran off as Nat walked up to you.
“So, you and Parker, huh?”
“What? I just met him.”
“Remember: I know
everything.” She winked.
“Right. Of course. How
could I forget?”
“Don’t smart mouth me,
young lady.” She gave you a playful shove.
“Yes, ma’am.” You
playfully shoved her back as Peter walked back into the room, this time wearing
a Bill Nye t-shirt with a flannel and some jeans. Somehow, he was even cuter
this way. “Here comes your boyfriend.” She walked away before you could retort.
“Much better.” He grinned.
You nodded. There was a patch of silence, and then Tony turned on some very
loud, very danceable music. Bruce met your eyes and then tilted his head
towards the slowly-assembling makeshift dance floor. Peter seemed to get the
hint. “Do uh, do you want to dance?”
“S-sure!” You replied. He
held out his hand. You stared at it for a second before slipping yours into it.
“So, looks like Parker’s
gonna be your son-in-law, huh Brucie?” Nat smirked as she watched you and Peter
dance like the dorks you were. It was cute.
“Yeah. He’s a good kid. I’m
glad things worked out.”
“Me too. But if he breaks
her heart, I’ll break him in half.” Nat smirked.
I have an aesthetics problem. Here are some casual flight fashions!
Earth: Think practical. Think khaki. Tough
things for scrambling around in rocky areas. Good solid boots, tough
cargo pants (for carrying all your rock samples and interesting
specimens), tough jackets. All in light colours, usually beiges and
light browns, to avoid overheating in the beating sun. Hair tied back if
longer, usually in a simple and sometimes messy ponytail.
Fire: Tough clothing for working at the forge. Inflammable
materials, like tough woollen overalls with a close weave. Hair tied
back. Safety goggles at all time! When not at the forge, aesthetic
choices can include metal jewellery (handmade, of course), and fabrics
that catch the light and glimmer like fire - metal accents, sequins, and
organza are all liked by Fire flight because of the way they can
imitate a flickering flame. For Fire formalwear, think Katniss Everdeen.
Wind: Breezy and bohemian and fun. Floaty fabrics in bright
colours, eccentric combinations of colours, patterns, and materials.
Silk scarves as a fashion statement. Hair either loose and tangled, or
tied back in braids and buns precisely to avoid it turning into a
knotted mess. Light layers to feel the wind. Pastels very much enjoyed,
particularly blues, greens, and yellows. Sometimes covered in a fine
layer of corgi fur…
Water: Beach babes! Swimming gear, obviously. Sea motif jewellery
and accents - shark teeth, shell necklaces. For warm-climate Water
flighters, light layers - sundresses, white shirts only partially
buttoned up, light cotton shorts. Slip-on canvas shoes, sandals, and
flip-flops. For cool-climate Water flighters, waterproof and warm
materials - parkas, boots. Wrap up well against cold coastal winds. CROCS.
Lightning: Uniforms. If you’re thinking about what to wear,
you’re not working. Nerdy science shirts worn under jumpsuits. Practical
hair cuts, especially short wash-and-wear ones.
Ice: Bundled up against the cold. Thick, warm fabrics. Lots of
knits and furs. Fur-lined boots and coats. Either very dark (black, dark
brown, maroon, navy) or very light (white, cream, light blue) colours,
depending on whether you want to stand out against the snow or blend in.
Lots of elaborate patterns, especially knitwear and embroidery - lots
of time inside during snowstorms means more time to perfect crafts. Hair
up in wrapped braids.
Light: Pale colours, especially pale yellows, oranges, and golds,
sparkly jewellery that catches and refracts the light, and subtle,
‘classy’ patterns. Clothing is either very simple and elegant - think
crisp white button-up shirts and a cream skirt or slacks with a simple
gold chain - or elaborate, silky, beautifully-decorated creations. Are
you working to find knowledge? Go simple. Are you honouring light? Go
elaborate - or go with semi-transparent silk scarves, whatever you want.
Either neat, sleek hair styles, or all loose (but only if in good
Shadow: Goth with a sense of humour. Dark purples, dark reds,
blacks, and startling pops of luminescent blue. Stripes and zig-zags.
Quirky t-shirts with captions like, “Come to the dark side, we have
cookies” and “I’ll stop wearing black when they invent a darker colour”.
Dyed hair is very popular, along with styles like thick straight-cut
bangs, undercuts, and mohawks.
Nature: Flower children. Generally practical, natural fabrics
like denim and other cottons, canvas, stuff like that. Will most often
have a plant motif - floral prints, leaf prints, actual flower crowns.
Generally simple, plain fabrics, with less of an emphasis on embroidery
and pattern - tending to the plants doesn’t leave a lot of time for
careful pattern-making, although it does crop up a lot more around
winter. Either tough boots to protect the feet, or completely barefoot.
Plague: Grunge and survival. Ripped, stained, frequently repaired
(you can’t just throw out perfectly good clothes just because they get a
tear!). More ad-hoc decorations - less, “I’m going to make some
earrings”, more “I’m gonna shove this piece of bone through my earlobe
and call it good”. Hair cuts that are practical and work well for
scavenging for food - generally short and sometimes choppy (who has the
time to focus on making sure their hair is neat when you’re looking for
your next non-poisonous meal?).
Arcane: Two types of Arcane flighters - the absent-minded
professor will wear anything that’s within reach, throwing together
patterns and colours without any attempt at co-ordination. When the
Arcane flighter does put more care into it, star motifs are a MUST. Lots
of pinks and purples. Galaxy-print leggings, pink t-shirts, and silver
star jewellery would be a common outfit for Arcane flighters.