“I’d rather pretend I’m something better than these broken parts. Pretend I’m something other than this mess that I am. ‘Cause then I don’t have to look at it, and no one gets to look at it. No, no one can really see!”
okay so y/n is part of the avengers (she’s peter’s age) & peter does something that practically kills him. y/n freaks out & goes to hold him while the rest of the avengers just watch her in pity. they take peter & tell y/n to go cool down. and then when peter wakes up, he is sternly told by tony to go see y/n before she goes crazy. sorry this is long & specific ❤️ love your writing btw!! one of my favorite blogs
a/n - i had went back and forth with a lot of ideas on this fic, and i really hope it doesn’t seem rushed and i hope it turned out okay and not a flop like me :( but don’t forget to request a peter parker/spider-man fic if you want and follow!
Another building came down to the ground as another crowd ran from the scene, only being able to hear their own screams as the enemy came to terrorize New York. It was only another work of Hydra, trying to come and ruin the lifestyle that so many people have made here. It was fight, after fight, after fight, after fight, and I didn’t know if I could take it anymore.
Peter and I, both natives of Queens, and also the youngest on the team. When Peter and I had first arrived to Headquarters, Captain didn’t hesitate to warn us that most enemies target the younger party the most, and that the rest of the team would prioritize the safety of Peter and I before their own.
Today’s situation seemed to be a bit more difficult than the others, from when I looked up and saw Tony struggling to keep another part of a building from falling to when I saw Natasha almost beaten by one of Hydra’s minions. Something about today was just a bit, off.
“(Y/N)!” I heard Rogers call. I turned around to see his shield coming my way, gripping it tightly and slamming it into the bodies of Hydra’s concoctions. They were out within a second, having me throw the shield back to Rogers. He then ran off with Clint, leaving myself and Wanda to deal with the others.
“Where’s Parker?” Natasha spoke into the intercom. My heart dropped as I looked up and tried to find the boy, hoping to see a spot of red and blue anywhere. I turned around as my last hope, calming down when I saw him swinging from one building to the other, coming closer to the scene.
“Southside on 54th, coming right this way.” I said.
“But like… Can I speak frankly? I-I-I… You’re my family, Taako. Can-Can I speak frankly?”
“I can’t believe that’s what you’re worried about right now.”
“Listen, I’m-I’m just trying to get by, man. Thanks for the shade, I guess. This is pretty great. Thanks.”
“I don’t mean, I don’t mean to-”
“-I’m struggling with it too and I don’t how… I don’t know how you shut yourself off from that.”
“We- I mean, I-I’m sorry but I’ve been living a hundred years with me and one year with… millions of people, i-it .. interchangeable. I-I-I guess I just got to a point where… I was the one that I could focus on because everybody else that I ever met, aside from the six of you, were dust. They were just talking dust. Okay? So I started worrying a lot more about me because what was the fuckin’ point.”
Can we talk about the museum scene for just one moment? She’s looking for the tiny little remains of when people loved and remembered her. She’s trying to capture what she used to be, the amazing and worshiped goddess of her golden years. And all she has left is a statue and jewelry, both which are displayed as a curiosity. Watching this, I actually felt sad for her, even disregarded the fact that she’s killing people to survive. It is so human to be afraid of being left behind and the more time passes, the more human she becomes and the closer she is to disappear. It’s tragic and heartbreaking and I know I should feel less sad about her but god, this scene broke me.
“I’m sorry. This isn’t a problem I can make disappear, and you know that… But I may be able to shift it.
It’s better this way. I’ll be fine.
This may hurt. And if I can’t tell you again… I’m sorry I ever did this to you.”
I was 13 years old. It was my birthday. Royston Sinclair III had broken my heart in front of everyone. I had snuck into your closet that morning and took that green beaded top that was your mother’s…that you kept so carefully wrapped up in tissue paper in your cedar closet. I was never supposed to touch it, but I stole it. And I wore it to school with my Chemin de Fer sailor jeans. And I thought no one was as stylish as I was. Royston laughed, he said I was cheap. He said that the only reason he’d been my boyfriend was because he was mad at Angie Morgan and he wasn’t anymore. He called me loud and weird. And he said there was a rumor going around that I wasn’t actually a Gilmore..that…I was the gardener’s daughter and…you’d bought me because you couldn’t have children of your own. And I was crushed. And I ran out of class. And I ran out of school. And I went to the mall. And I was sitting in the food court, wishing I had some money to buy a pretzel because I was starving. And I looked up…and there was Dad..standing in front of me..at the mall. He never came to the mall. That day…he went to the mall…and he was furious. Why aren’t you in school?, he asked. Tell me right now, Lorelai. Why aren’t you in school? And I tried to think of something…some lie that would make sense, but I couldn’t. All I could think was that yesterday I had a boyfriend who loved me and today I didn’t and I started to cry. I just sat there like and idiot, bawling. And finally, after what seemed like forever, I managed to control myself a little bit. And I calmed down and I waited. I waited for him to yell at me…to punish me…to ground me forever…to tell me how disappointed he was in me. And nothing came. And finally I got up enough courage…to look up at him and he was standing there with a pretzel…a giant pretzel, covered with mustard. And he handed it to me and he said, let’s go. And he took me to the movies. We saw Grease and AnUnmarried Woman. Something for me and something for him, he’d said. He bought me popcorn and Red Hots and we sat in the dark and we watched. And then he took me home and he gave me a sweater to cover up the stolen top and he told you that he’d picked me up from school and taken me to the club for a soda. And that was it. We never discussed it again. That was the best birthday I ever had. I just thought you should know.
Don’t get me wrong, I still really love the wedding scene and the Happy Beginning will linger in my memories forever, but the scene that broke me was Emma’s theme.
Jen’s performance was wonderful, her voice like that of an angel.
We had everything in that scene, Swan Believer moments. I loved Henry supporting his mother.
Charming Family Moments
and of course, Captain Swan moments.
We saw tears
but also determination
This scene was everything for all of us who have followed Emma’s journey from the beginning. Today more than
ever I am very proud to be a fan of Emma and I
am so grateful for everything this show is giving us.