Why Don’t You and I - Santana Ft. Chad Kroeger // A Thousand Years - Christina Perri // I Love You - Woodkid // Plain Sailing Weather - Frank Turner // Please Don’t Leave Me - P!NK // Sorry - Buckcherry // Say Something - A Great Big World // Skinny Love - Birdy // Blow Me (One Last Kiss) - P!NK // Pistols At Dawn - Seinabo Sey // Bang Bang - Nico Vega // These Are The Lies - The Cab // Youth - Daughter // Saturn - Sleeping At Last // Stars - Grace Potter & the Nocturnals // Savior - Rise Against // I’m Not Calling You A Liar - Florence + the Machine // It’s Been A While - Staind // Devil`s Backbone - The Civil Wars // Drink of You - Raine Maida // White Blood - Oh Wonder
wants you to THINK he only listens to clasical music, but he is a liar. his ipod is comprised of entirely taylor swift and katy perry.
unironically listens to and loves ALL party music. he loves ke$ha, pitbull, lady gaga, lmfao, all the songs you would hear at a high school prom
has a deep appreciation for all kinds of music, but feels a deep and spiritual connection to any weird underground band you can think of. If it sounds like a guy is playing a pickle tub instead of the drums, he probably likes it
their ipod is just full of meditation music and shit with like. soothing waters in the background. they like any kind of music that is relaxing, calming, and balancing.
is really here and there about music; he either likes a band's sound or he doesnt. particularly drawn to early to mid-70s rock.
IS A MUMFORD & SONS NERD DONT FIGHT ME ON THIS. HELL DANCE TO THE BANJO LIKE ITS THE BEST BASS DROP HES EVER HEARD
will listen to anything, really, but he likes fun happy songs more than sad songs. feels like music is a celebration rather than a lamentation, so he prefers to dance to it rather than tk cry to it. will listen to whatever joly is listening to.
smooth jazz probably. as well as whatever weird shit ferres gotten him into. probably a healthy mix of jehans meditation cds. he is a Huge Weirdo
he learns the playlists that play at work by heart, so his music tastes are all over the place. his favorite songs are genie in a bottle and i want it that way
probably likes country music. he just thinks its so fun and summery and he always gets cheered up when he listens to it.
everyone thinks shed listen to like punk girl bands, and while they arent wrong necessarily, she is also indie music trash. she lives for the arctic monkeys and do i wanna know is her theme song
really likes female vocalists and ukeleles. her favorite artist is almost definitely ingrid michaelson, but she also loves regina spektor. while this surprises no one, she also has a deep and unfailing love for fall out boy
loves 90s alt rock. owns at least 3 cranberries cds. loves green day and nirvana like her own children
listens to intro-to-punk-rock music. rise against, rage against the machine, the killers, 30 seconds to mars. has shockingly good taste for a middle schooler
(Really quickly, I would like to thank everyone who read this series, it’s been so fun and you guys are just the best!… Seriously)
Warnings: None, Spoilers (???)
Pairing: Spider-man x reader, Peter Parker x reader
Summary: You are one of the Avengers hiding in Wakanda. Being the youngest and the only one with a secret identity, you are sent to New York to be undercover in Queens. You’re supposed to be focused on the mission- but then a distraction pops into your life. Well- more like swings.
The first thing you realized was how awful you felt. Your head felt like it was floating, and you couldn’t feel anything below you neck. Your fingers twitched and rubbed against thin leather. The lungs inside of your body took in air- but doing so felt labored. You shook, the next few breaths feeling no better.
The (e/c) orbs behind your eyelids slowly revealed themselves, as you blinked steadily in the dark.
A line of text rolled across your line of sight.
LOW HEART RATE
You shook, hands gripping tight to the sheet you were wrapped in.
You were dying.
Trembling, you weakly pawed at the sheet, trying to look at the damage.
“Hey- woah, woah (F/n). Calm down. Don’t move.” Tony appeared above you, holding down your arms as you shook, trying to get you to stay still.
You looked up at Tony, eyes wide and glassy.
“What’s-” you croaked, voice faltering as blood fell from your mouth.
“Don’t talk. You’re going to be fine.” Tony told you, shifting your head back into a comfortable position. Instead of talking, your eyes darted around and took in your surroundings.
You were in the back of a small black car, propped across the backseat. Common sense slowly returning, you looked down and knew exactly what was under the sheet you were wrapped in.
You looked back up at Tony, trying to be brave.
It didn’t work- you looked terrified.
And it broke Tony’s heart.
“(F/n), you are going to be okay.” He insisted, brown eyes beginning to look far away and misty.
“What happened… Peter,” your eyes widened, “where’s Peter?” You croaked weakly as you tried to sit up. This only resulted in more pain and you collapsed back on the seat.
Tony cursed and leaned forward. He lifted the sheet off of you and saw that the bundle of cloth he had pressed to your stab wound was completely soaked in blood. Tony muttered a string of curses and turned around, trying to find something else to stop the bleeding.
Not seeing anything around, Tony shrugged his black jacket off of his shoulders and turned it inside out. Tony tossed aside the blood soaked rags and pressed the jacket to the wound, wincing when he heard you cry out.
“Listen (F/n). Peter is fine. I texted him on his spider-shooter thingy, so if he comes he comes. But right now we need to get you to the Quinjet."
You looked at Tony, confused.
"Rodgers and the others are here to get you, but we have to get you to them quietly. The government knows who you are now, and are looking for you.” Tony explained, tying the bundle of sweatshirt to your body with a piece of the sheet.
You nodded slowly, trying to digest what Tony was telling you.
Of course Peter had beaten Kraven. You never doubted that he wouldn’t. Even when you hadn’t known who he was, you had always thought Spider-man was impressive. So when you found out he and Peter were one and the same- your faith in him had skyrocketed.
But you still had to worry about what Kraven said earlier- that had a diversion. All of his super villain friends are now loose.
Good job (F/n).
If only you could have done better.
Then you wouldn’t be in this situation.
You and Tony road in silence for the next few minutes, the only thing that passed between each other were the hand squeezes Tony would give you if you started to drift off. And you would drift off a lot.
After what felt like an hour, the car jolted to a stop.
“Sir, the Avengers are waiting on the top floor of this building.” Friday said. You crinkled your eyebrows, realizing that Friday had probably been the one driving this whole time.
“Top floor? They’re going to make me carry you that far?” Tony muttered, unbuckling you from your seat. You blinked hazily, unable to respond in any other way.
“Okay, (F/n). Hold on, you’re almost there.” Tony told you, checking your pulse quickly before scooping you up in his arms. Tony strained, backing out of the car slowly.
“Geez (F/n), you look tiny- but I forgot what you’re made out of.” He grunted, hefting you in his arms as he made his way onto the sidewalk. Tony looked around, making sure that he entered the building unseen. A car streaked by, spraying water onto the sidewalk- and all over Tony.
He scowled, but took the quickly passing car as an okay to get into the building. Tony kicked the car door shut and headed for the door.
It was locked.
Tony cursed and then pulled down on his metal braclet. A mini repulsor formed on his palm, which he immediately pointed at the dark door.
Inside the building the door came flying off its hinges and then crashed into the wall. Tony nodded and made his way inside, automatically beginning to look for a way upstairs. You passed in and out consciousness, trying hard not to lose yourself. Tony paced through the building, looking for anything that looked like stairs or an elevator.
He found a dumbwaiter.
Tony braced himself, taking a deep breath as he walked over to the dusty, old metal contraption. He shifted you to one side, freeing one of his arms.
Using his free arm, Tony shot the lock on the dumbwaiter. Dust flew, metal scattering through the air. The metal door creaked as Tony pulled, grating on your ears.
Tony stared inside, skeptical. Your head lolled against his shoulder, the jacket slowly seeping blood into his shirt.
Tony looked down at you, noticing the red fluids.
“Okay (F/n), I’m gonna get you inside this thing. Hold on for just a second.” Tony grunted, slipping you inside the dumbwaiter carefully. You groaned softly, the sound barely over the volume of a whisper. Tony laid you up against the back of the contraption and slid next to you, knees bending uncomfortably.
“Going up.” Tony muttered, grabbing the metal rope to pull up the dumbwaiter. Tony began to pull down, the old machine slowly rising. Your head sagged against the metal, slipping down inch by inch. Tony looked back at you, knowing you had little time before you passed out. There wasn’t anything he could do. The only thing Tony could do was get you away from here as fast as he could.
It seemed like centuries, but Tony finally got you both to the top.
Quickly exiting the dumbwaiter, he turned and began to slip you out. As the billionaire did so, red and blue lights flashed through the dingy windows, spreading across the floor. Tony cursed and sloppily traded caution for speed as he lugged you out of the dumbwaiter and into his arms.
The authorities were closing in quick.
As Tony hefted you across the floor and realized no one was there to meet the two of you, panic began to build in his chest.
They were supposed to be here.
They were supposed to get you out of here.
Where were the Avengers?
Tony’s eyes darted around the dark, abandoned floor, chest rising and falling rapidly.
You were bleeding out.
If you didn’t get help soon-
He turned, arms beginning to ache from carrying your weight. From an unseen door in the room, stepped Steve Rodgers.
Tony tensed, tired arms tightening around your limp body.
The last time he had seen Steve face to face.
He could still feel the cold of that day.
The red, white, and gray all mixed together- it had been so dark. Tony had thought- after all that..
But there he was, still perfect and noble as always.
Tony hated it.
“Rodgers.” Tony said unsteadily, voice low and cautious. Steve nodded, face looking like it was set in stone- immovably grave. His blue eyes darted down to the unmoving shape in his estranged teammate’s arms. Steve’s mask broke when he figured it out- you were the unmoving lump.
“(F/n). Is she…”
“Not dead. Not yet.” Tony said quickly, ignoring the panging ache in his chest, “Here. Take her- my arms are getting tired.”
Steve moved forward and easily shifted you from Tony’s grip into his. If it hadn’t been so tense, Tony would have made a joke the differencing of difficulties between him and the supersoldier. Your pale face sagged, resting against Steve’s chest. He looked down at you, heart heavy.
“Natasha with you guys now?”
Steve looked away from you, gaze focusing on Tony.
“Yeah. We picked her up once we heard she got out. She’s fine. Everyone’s doing fine.” Steve explained, still managing to smile despite the circumstance. Tony nodded, looking down at the floor.
“Good. That’s good. The ship on the roof?”
“They’re just waiting for me.”
Tony nodded, keeping his eyes anywhere but Steve. He shoved one hand into his pocket and looked back and the dumbwaiter.
“Tony-” Before Steve could even begin to speak his mind, a red and blue shape hopped through the window, landing hard on the old wood floor.
“Wait-wait, Mr. Stark! I…” Spider-man scrambled to his feet, stumbling as he went.
“Where’s (F/n)- where is she? You said…” Peter trailed off,gaze landing on the one person who was running through his brain at super-speed.
“(F/n)?..” Spider-man’s walk had slowed to a heavy stumbling, getting slower as he neared you.
“She’s okay. For now.” Steve assured him, still a little confused about what he was doing here.
Peter looked up, mechanical eyes wide and concerned.
“Where are you taking her- has she been Arsenal this whole time?” Peter asked, voice cracking when he tried to say your code-name.
How hadn’t he seen it before?
He should have- all of it made sense now. Your devout interest in Spider-man and Kraven, your uncanny strength… And you had even gotten hurt when you had been hit by the water balloon.
Peter really was an idiot.
“Kid- (F/n) can’t stay here. She has to go.” Tony said, one hand falling onto Peter’s shoulder to dry and drag him away.
“She has to go somewhere where she’s safe. I’m sorry.”
“How long?” Peter asked, hands falling from out in front of him. Tony looked at Steve.
“I don’t know.” Steve decided, face grim. Peter cursed under his breath, holding in all the emotions swimming around in his head.
“Well, can I-”
Suddenly, a small object came crashing through a window on the left. Steve reacted the fastest and kicked the object, punting it across the room and into the dumbwaiter. Peter webbed the door shut and then a millisecond later heard a muffled explosion.
“Well that was close.” Peter said, still on edge, like he was expecting another concussion bomb to get thrown through the window. Seeing nothing else coming, he turned to try and find you.
You were laying on some kind of bed, blankets resting over you. You shifted, hands curling into fists against the sheets. There was a pain in your abdomen- but you couldn’t quite place it and your mouth felt like it was made of sandpaper.
Hesitantly, you opened your eyes.
The lighting in the room was less harsh than you had thought it would be, natural light streaming in from the wall of windows to your right. If you had tried to move your head you would have seen the misty green jungle- but you were honestly too tired. You blinked your eyes unsteadily, feeling like your eye-lids had been closed for thousands of years- they were really crusty.
“(F/n)? You looked to your left to see the Winter Soldier.
“Bucky?” You asked, voice sounding croaky and unsure. Bucky’s surprised face broke into a small smile, eyebrows sliding up and in on his forehead in concern. You squinted your eyes, head pounding.
Before Bucky could say anything, Wanda and Sam appeared by your side.
“What’s up kid?” Sam asked, arms folded and smile barely restrained. Your eyebrows furrowed and you tried to look down at yourself.
“Not much I guess- What’s sup with you?” You asked, voice wavering and long.
The three of them laughed, mostly relieved that you had finally woken up. Nevertheless- you sounded hilarious when you were on painkillers.
Wanda’s eyes lit up.
“Actually, you got a present.” She told you, fingers pressed to her lips.
“Present?” You asked, confused.
Wanda nodded, smile spreading.
“Can I have it?” You asked.
“You might have to wait until your painkillers have worn off. Then we’ll take you to see your present.”
“Woo hoo.” You said and wicked pumped a fist up in the air, wobbling it around like you were drunk.
Sam looked at the other two.
“We might have to wait longer than we think.”
And they did. It took a long time for the drugs to wear off. You laid in your bed for the entirety of the wait, listening to what had happened while you were gone. As Wanda explained the movie night tradition they had started, your mind began to wander.
“Where’s Spider-man?” You mumbled, eyebrows knitting together.
Your three friends looked at each other.
“He’s back in New York (F/n).” Sam said slowly. You nodded, face still pinched in concern.
“Is he okay?”
“He’s fine. He misses you.” Wanda added, avoiding your eyes.
You let out a long breath of air, bringing your hands up to smooth back your hair.
“I left him.” You muttered, quiet enough that the others in the room couldn’t hear you.
What did Peter think of you now?
You had lied to him.
Left him when you shouldn’t have.
And it was all because you couldn’t hold yourself back.
Your left hand ghosted across the wound on your abdomen, wincing slightly.
“Hey, you know what? Let’s go find that present huh?” Wanda asked, squeezing the hand tightly. You looked up, eyes glassy.
Bucky helped you into a wheelchair, putting a pillow behind your neck and a blanket of your knees. You let him, but it didn’t change the fact about how terrible you felt.
Sam opened the sliding door to exit your room as Bucky pushed you, followed closely by Wanda. You had an uneasy feeling she was reading your mind, and it bothered you that there wasn’t a way to stop it. Rolling through the Wakandan infirmary, you were shocked to see so many robotic limbs and advanced medicines. You watched as one woman removed a serum from an icebox, and then injected it into a man with burn wounds, the wounds somehow instantly looking better.
You looked back at Bucky, and then noticed his arm for the first time.
Not unlike his old one- his new arm had a red star on the shoulder. But this one seemed more advanced- shinier.
You turned to see you were heading towards and elevator. As the elevator went up, you could see all of the other amazing levels through the glass doors.
It was miraculous and you had definitely missed this- but you missed Queens. Your eyebrows furrowed and your hands clenched the blanket in your lap.
Then finally, you reach where you needed to go. Compared to other levels, this one was relatively tame. You were wheeled across the black floor, head now swiveling to see your present.
No such luck.
At the end of the corridor Same turned right, into a room that was dimly lit.
In the middle of the room was a waist length enclosure, lit from the inside by a yellow glow. You looked around and saw T’challa. He was turned away from you, talking to Steve and Natasha. She was the one who saw you first. Her eyes got wide and she smile, drawing T’challa’s attention to you.
“I’m awake. Surprise.” You said and waved your hands, smile small. T’challa smiled, arms crossed. He had ditched the outer layer of his suit, sleeves rolled up above the elbows and pants cuffed above his ankles. Natasha moved away from them and squatted down to see you.
“Hello doch-ka.” She said, and then trapped you in a hug. You smiled despite yourself, still confused on what she had just said in Russian. Finally releasing you, Natasha pushed some of your hair behind your ear and stood up, avoiding anyone else’s eye contact.
You smiled, relieved to be back with your family. You took a deep breath, and then released it slowly.
“Okay. So I was told there was a present?” You asked, eyebrows quirking quizzically. This caused Steve to smile, often forgetting how young you were.
“Yes. It was arrived here three days ago.” T’challa told you as he leaned over into the enclosure and scooped something up.
You strained to see what the present was, but then Bucky covered your eyes. You huffed and crossed you arms, still smiling.
“Hold out your hands.” You did so, and then a moment later felt a soft weight in them. Bucky removed his hands.
It was a cat.
The same cat from Katie’s kitties- the brown one!
Peter had sent this cat- he remembered- he still cared.
He had forgiven you.
You smiled, a small giggled of relief slipping from your lips as the cat prowled across your lap.
“That’s a cute cat.”
“Yeah- it is…”
“Almost as cute as you.”
You turned, seeing the one person you wanted to see more than anything.
And that was how most of the Avengers found out Spider-man’s identity.
the people I used to love are turning into monsters // a mix about losing the people you love to the war you created [listen]
“You say you want to be king, so when I burn your kingdom down, I’ll be sure you’re still chained to the throne"
i. warriors (imagine dragons) // ii. fall away (twenty on pilots) // iii. prayer of the refugee (rise against) // iv. your body is a machine (the good natured) // v. the sharpest lives (my chemical romance) // vi. soldiers (otherwise) // vii. paradise lost (hollywood undead) // viii. iscariot (walk the moon)
The band plays Savior. They open the concert with Savior. They close the concert with Savior. The concert was Savior repeated nineteen times.
Zach is getting balder. Is that possible, you wonder? Luckily, the baldness knows nothing of quantum impossibilities and gets balder anyways.
Joe jumps onstage. How does he jump so high? One day, he jumps so high he starts to float away. No one is concerned. He’ll come back. And you can still hear the bass being played from the stratosphere.
“Rise Against what?” people ask, people joke. Little do they know, it is Rise Against because we rise against everything. The system. Injustices. Existence. Time itself. We rise against.
Someone, somewhere in the world, says “rise against the machine”. It is the final straw. They have finally done it. Tom Morello and Zach de la Rocha find themselves caught in a time vortex with Rise Against. It is the nineties. Rage Against the Machine does not exist. Rise Against will never exist. There is only Rise Against the Machine now.
Fans attend a Rise Against concert. Every single attendee sprains their ankle. It is no matter. Rise Against is bad luck for ankles.
You sing along with Last Chance Blueprint on your afternoon commute. “If I had to go to New York, and live, tonight, would you come with me?” You sing along. Suddenly, you are in New York. You said yes. It’s time to live.
Tim asks “am I loud and clear, or am I breaking up?” He is breaking up. The CD is unscratched. You assume the song was always like this - scratchy, fading, not quite audible. All sources support this. It was always breaking up. It has never been loud and clear.
Every day, Tim’s blue and brown eyes swap locations. No one notices.