What would Peter be like with an Gf that’s like an unexpected tease? Like she seems quiet and innocent but she also will send him flirty pics and whisper freaky shit to him in casual settings.
“I think they’re cute together,” Sam laughed as he and Natasha watched the two teenagers in the living room try to throw popcorn in the air and catch it in their mouth.
“Shut it, Sam,” Natasha growled. Sam only grinned, he knew he was getting on her nerves, that was the point of the game. The team’s youngest members were in a relationship and had been for several months. The news was just getting out to the rest of the team though.
“Does Cap know yet?” Sam smiled, hoping to God that he didn’t so he could tell Steve that Tony’s Spider-kid was dating his little Angel.
“No, he’s still out in Belarus,” Natasha glared holes into the back of Peter’s head.
“He knows. He knew a month ago and he’s hiding in his workshop. He thinks I don’t know where he is.”
“Natasha they’re kids,” Sam sighed trying to calm her down. He really didn’t see what the big deal was. Yes, Peter was a little annoying, and Y/N was totally out of his league but he knew Peter was a good kid.
“Do you remember being a teenage boy?” Natasha asked, her voice low and dangerous.
“Yes, but I don’t think Spiderling has it in him honestly. He’s a little nerd,” Sam shrugged.
“It’s always the boys you don’t expect, the nice ones that weasel their way into your heart and make you feel something only to never call back after they have sex with you.”
“Well damn, Nat. Who hurt you?!” Sam turned to look at Natasha incredulously. She glared back at him, malevolence rolling off of her in thick waves, “Alright, alright. Say Peter does all that, where’s he gonna go, Nat. He can’t just disappear and he’s an Avenger. He’s going to be stuck right here with you.”
She seemed to relax a little with that, “I would crush his head between my thighs like an egg.”
“And you trained Y/N. Don’t you think you did a good enough job that she’ll be fine.”
Natasha relaxed a little bit more, “She’d punch a hole through his face.”
“See? Now can you calm down and just enjoy how ridiculous they are together?”
She sighed, “Y/N looks so happy.”
“Doesn’t she… Now I just have to calm Steve down when he gets back,” Sam shook his head and walked away.
Peter tossed popcorn at you and you caught it expertly in your mouth. You threw one at him and it just hit him in the face.
“How are you so good at that?” he groaned, frustrated by his constant failure.
“I’ve got a particularly skilled mouth,” you wagged your eyebrows as you said this, watching Peter’s face as he blushed.
“Stop it, if someone hears you, they’re gonna think I’m some kind of horndog.”
“Oh if only they knew who the real horndog is in this relationship,” you laughed tossing more popcorn at him.
“They wouldn’t believe it,” Peter frowned, “they’d probably blame me.”
“Yep they’d blame you for turning their little angel into a freak,” you murmured.
“Don’t say that!” He freaked out, “You know, I miss when you were just the sweet girl with healing powers, Y/N.”
“No you don’t,” you scoffed, “Because that girl wouldn’t send you beautiful pictures of herself while you’re with Mr. Stark.”
“Exactly! She wouldn’t do that! Do you have any idea how distracting that is? How am I supposed to think about anything else all day?”
“That’s not my problem Spidey,” you grinned before stuffing a handful of popcorn in your mouth.
The next day, Steve came back to the tower. Natasha woke you up early to meet him at the hangar. You stood beside her still in your pajamas nearly bouncing with excitement. Steve was like a father to you. He found you when you were young, took you in, and raised you as his own. The moment he stepped of the jet you ran to him with open arms. As always he dropped what he had in his hands to catch you as you jumped in his arms.
“You have to tell me when I get too big for this,” You laughed as he hugged you tightly.
“You’ll never be too big. You’re gonna be thirty and I’m still gonna hug you like this.”
“I’ll hold you to it, old man.”
He eventually put you back on your feet and you began your usual rapid fire questionnaire about his physical health. He seemed fine, save a few scratches and bruises. You waited in the kitchen for him while he showered so you could tell him all about your adventures in the months you’d been gone… but most importantly to tell him you were dating Peter before someone else could. Sam sauntered into the kitchen and peered into the fridge.
“So you’re gonna tell him, right?” he asked glancing back at you.
“Of course I am. If I don’t you’ll just rat me out anyway,” you huffed.
“Mind if I stand somewhere out of sight and eavesdrop?” Sam smirked.
“Yes I mind.”
“Too bad,” he grabbed a drink out of the fridge then disappeared.
“You are so nosey,” you grumbled, knowing he could hear you. A few minutes later, Steve joined you in the kitchen.
“Alright, catch me up.”
You caught him up on everything that had happened, like how Tony blew up the workshop on accident and you almost died but Peter saved you. Natasha then chased Tony through the tower until she cornered him and punched him so hard in the arm that he still has the bruise- it happened the day after Steve left. You also told him about how Sam almost cut through his finger trying to slice a cucumber. You decided to casually mention your relationship status in the middle of all the chaos.
“Tony found out that I’m dating Peter and he told everyone, then Wanda nearly fell of the roof but the Iron Man bots-”
“Wait, back up. What was that about Peter,” Steve had been making breakfast while you talked but now he was still, waiting for you to repeat yourself.
You cleared your throat nervously, “Tony found out that Peter and I are dating… and he told everyone… so now I’m telling you.”
“That means you were dating him in secret before Tony found out.” he turned around slowly to look at you. He was giving you his stern Captain America face. You were definitely in trouble.
“Yes, sir, I was,” you nodded, it was best to be extra respectful when he got like this. Any slip-up could mean a two hour lecture on respect and safety and responsibility.
“For how long?”
“Five months,” you whispered.
“Five months?! You can barely keep a secret for five minutes how’d you manage it for five months.”
“Well you guys were away a lot and you’ve been looking for your friend so it was kind of easy. And we agreed I could date now so I’m not breaking any rules.”
“But you should have told me!”
“I wanted to tell you. I didn’t want to tell anyone before I told you, but when you were home I didn’t really wanna ruin the time together, and it didn’t seem like the kind of thing to tell you over phone-,” you rambled quickly.
“I get it,” he sighed. He was silent for a moment as he pinched the bridge of his nose and thought about things, “So Peter.”
“Yes. He’s really good to me, Steve. Like really good.”
“Is that a euphemism for something-”
“No! I just mean he’s nice and gentlemanly and there’s no need to go beat him up.”
“Fine. I’m assuming Natasha already sat you down and gave you… the talk.”
You thought back to that surprisingly okay conversation. She didn’t try to scare you with pictures of diseased genitalia or preach about abstinence, she told you what you needed to know to be safe.
“Yes, she did.”
“Good…would you go get Peter. I just want to talk to him.”
“Steve, you never want to ‘just talk’ to anyone,” you groaned.
“No I actually want to talk. You’d just be mad at me otherwise.”
“That’s right. I would hold a grudge for years.”
“Yeah, yeah, go get him.”
You hurried off to go get Peter from Tony’s workshop. The moment you said Steve wanted to talk to him, he turned about as white as a sheet. Tony wished him good luck and sent him out of the door. You tried to prepare Peter as much as you could, but you knew all of your assurances were futile. No matter what you said, there was a good chance Steve was going to kick his ass.
Peter sat at the breakfast bar, right across from Steve. You took up Steve’s abandoned task of making breakfast while they talked.
“Look, son, you know why you’re here,” Steve began. You stirred a big bowl of pancake batter.
“Yes, sir,” Peter nodded.
“Now I trust, Y/N’s judgement, and I know as far as kids go you’re a good one.”
“I’m not done. I don’t trust you though, not with her.”
You knew from the tone of Steve’s voice that both you and Peter were off the hook so you decided to mess with your boyfriend. You poured some batter on the griddle to cook then grabbed a banana from the bowl on the counter then turned around. Peter was facing you, if he peered over Steve’s shoulder he could see you just fine. Steve’s back was to you, and he was concentrating on threatening Peter’s life. You caught Peter’s eye as you peeled the banana. He gave you a look full of suspicion and rightly so, he knew you well. You took to licking the tip of the banana and Peter gave you a look of disappointment. When you didn’t get the response you wanted you slowly put the length of the banana in your mouth. Peter blushed despite keeping his mask of disappointment on his face.
“Son, are you listening to me?” Steve demanded and Peter refocused.
“Yes. I understand.” Peter visibly tried to keep his eyes off of you as you defiled that poor fruit and he tried to just keep thinking about how ridiculous you were. He kept chanting to himself, “It’s not hot, it’s stupid. It’s not hot, it’s stupid. She’s absolutely ridiculous.” As he thought this mantra Sam walked in behind him so you had to quickly turn around and attend to the pancakes on the griddle. Peter held in laughter at your quick save.
“Is something funny?” Steve demanded.
“Nothing’s funny, sir.”
Sam left back out and you were back at it again. You took the banana in as far as you could, made eye contact with Peter once more before biting the fruit and chewing. Peter smiled internally at you as you chewed, looking like a little chipmunk. You were ridiculous and he loved you for it.
“Do I make myself clear?” Steve ended.
Peter nodded, “Yes, sir.”
Steve nodded to himself then turned towards you. When he did so Peter made a face at you to let you know you were in trouble. You smiled a little at him as he went back to Tony’s workshop.
Later on, when Steve was taking a nap Peter decided to exact his revenge. You stood in the living room looking through Tony’s old records when Peter simply picked you up and threw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
“Peter,” you laughed, beating on his back playfully. He took you away from the common room wordlessly. Eventually you gave up and just settled for hitting his butt like some bongos while you waited for him to put you down. You recognized the familiar path, he was taking you to his room.
“If Steve wakes up, he’s gonna kick your butt,” you said in a sing songy voice.
“I’ll take my chances,” he scoffed, you both knew Steve was dead to the world and would be for the next four hours. He stepped into his room, kicked the door closed and tossed you carelessly on the bed. Before you even had a chance to stop bouncing he was holding your hands above your head and tickling you mercilessly.
“Why are you such a tease?” he laughed as your laughter filled the room, “I want an apology, Y/N.”
“Never!” you yelled back.
“Then I’m never letting you go,” he spoke back as he continued his attack on your sides. When tears were in your eyes, and your cheeks hurt from smiling so much you gave in.
“Alright, I’m sorry!”
He stopped, “For what?”
“For teasing you.”
“And you’ll never do it again?”
“Well what fun would that be, Peter.”
“None at all,” he smiled as he leaned down and kissed you, “How do you have the Avengers so fooled?” “Because I’m quiet and sweet.Don’t I taste sweet, Peter?”
He rolled his eyes and kissed you again, “It’s always the quiet one’s who get you.” he mumbled against your lips.
I wish that Rick became a mentor-like figure for teen superheroes, especially for the Young Avengers and Avengers Academy kids. I know that he’d probably be as useful as paperweight given that he doesn’t have any superpowers, and that idea would probably be ripping off Young Justice (i.e. Snapper Carr), but it could work!
Just imagine him telling them stories about his adventures with the Hulk and ROM, and the whole Kree-Skrull War. Or teaching combat acrobatics like Captain America did when he was around their age and everything related to the superhero community - history, powers, strengths, weaknesses, rogue gallery, trivia facts not found on the Wikipedia page. Or form a support group for teen heroes who are orphaned, neglected, or abused, kinda like what he did briefly with
The Loners in The Runaways before Marvel dropped the series.
tl;dr “So much wasted potential” should be Marvel’s new slogan.
GIF/Photo is not mine, credit goes to the creator(s)
Note: Possible spoilers from S4, E10.
It was mid-day when he came, when he returned, the one that no one excpected - the King who left his people behind, his family.
People couldn’t believe their eyes, and what they were seeing - as their King strolled back down to Kattegat. He had left for Paris ages ago, so long ago that his arctic blue eyes were the one thing that made sure it was truly him. He looked much older now, but not certainly in a bad way; his eyes were more wise and dangerous than before. So unpredictable. The youngest couldn’t even remember how he was, but they knew; they knew from the stories that were told by the bonfire, in the dark of the night. They knew their King, if you liked to still call him that - because for sure all didn’t.
Unpredictable indeed, she chuckled to herself as she listened to their Kings speech from further away; him almost lecturing about one of his sons having to become the new King of Kattegat now or later - the man almost begging from most of his sons and even from villagers to just do it, to end his days. “You don’t ask Ivar? Is it because you know that he’s the only one who might actually do it?”, she chuckled with a smirk dancing on her young features. She couldn’t keep quiet, could she? “What on Odin’s name, is that really you?”, the King of the Northmen spoke as his eyes drew upon her. “What do you see in this cripple anyways?”, he continued amused while stroking Ivar’s hair - eyeing his youngest son and the daughter he never had, with Aslaug, sensing a strong connection between them. “All the potential that you couldn’t.”, she answered simply; making even the now annoyed Ivar let amusement show on his strong structured face.
It ticks one minute past eleven at night and like clockwork Zay quietly taps on his best friends window. Lucas approaches with a silent smirk and climbs out. They carefully climb from the room to the tree which holds Lucas’ old treehouse. The two climb down the wooden planks nailed into the tree trunk and wait until they’re cloaked in darkness and away from the Friar family home before speaking.
“I for sure thought you were going to chicken out,” Lucas chuckles.
“Yeah right,” Zay shoves his best friend in the arm, “But if you’re too scared we can go back.”
“There’s no turning back now,” Lucas pats Zay on the shoulder.
OMG BUT WHAT IF DANNY FENTON/PHANTOM AND DANNY MASTERS/PLASMIUS WERE VITROLIC BEST BUDS THAT KEPT TRYING TO BRING THE OTHER TO THEIR SIDE??? (A platonic slow-burn type of deal)
SIGN ME THE FUCK UP I LOVE THE WAY U THINK FRIEND
I like to think by the time they do give up and just become friends, Vlad’s just so exasperated from watching the entire thing he’s just Done. He gives up. “You were supposed to ruin his life. I’m not angry, i’m just disappointed, son.” “Just because you don’t have any friends doesn’t me that i can’t have any, Father.” “I give you life and bring you under MY roof aND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME?!”
“Father, please stop being a drama queen, its embarrassing. I’m going over to Fenton’s to play some D&D, I’ll be home for supper.” “…….Don’t forget your phone. Call if you need anything. Including help kicking his ass-” “dAD PLS”
okay but really weird modern au where eren is levi and hanji’s kid
and then that one time when eren was 17 and snuck out to some club/party and slept with this stronger, older man named erwin and in the morning they’re both like alright that was fun but bye. but later that day when eren eventually sneaks back into his house (he got caught by levi but he only told him to take a shower and get ready for breakfast, in which eren quickly gives his dad a hug and a grin before running off to do as he said) he finds out that his dad’s old friend is coming over today. when the door bell rings, eren goes to get it since his dad told him to and when he opens the door and sees erwin they both just stare at each other for like 5 minutes just thinking like ’holy fuck hes stalking me’ but then levi comes and stands next to eren and just tells erwin to come inside, but not before introducing him to his underage son.
Summary: Dan Howell is the President’s son, and Phil Lester is a member of the secret service who is hired to look after Dan. Dan isn’t happy about being followed around by some random guy, and Phil isn’t happy about wasting his life following a spoiled teenage brat like Dan. Things quickly change whenthey both start crushing on each other, and they spend time together.
I wasn’t born like this. Her, you fight for- lovely Freya, the daughter you barely know… there was a time, when you knew me as your son; a time before all the disappointments, the revelations of betrayal- there were moments, when all you had to do was be my father, and even then, you despised me, didn’t you?
What if in BL3 there would be a talking hyperion gun called Handsome AI
it would be like Bane…
“Oh wow, you killed somebody and didnt die? Where should i throw the party kiddo!” “You died?? You disappoint me son “ “DONT YOU DARE TO USE ANOTHER GUN!!!” “You are using Hyperion! The msot accurate weapon in the world!”
Gun: Did i told you the story about New Haven? Player: Jack you told me like 100 times…. Gun: Doesnt matter…So… There was a guy…. Player: Goddammit