First marvel fic on this new blog! I hope you like it, the only other fandom I’ve written for is Riverdale on my blog @jvghead-jones-iii. Enjoy!
Summary: The reader sides with Steve during Civil War and her skills are tested when she’s thrown into the fight at the airport.
You flinched slightly as Bucky whispered into your ear.
Following his lead, you took off after him and Sam making sure to pace yourself as you sprinted through the airport. You ducked slightly when the windows shattered, throwing your hands up and stopping the glass in it’s path.
“Alright…ow! Couldn’t you have stopped the glass when I was already fully inside the building?”
You, Sam, and Bucky turned to the newcomer who was perched on a beam as he carefully picked out the shards of glass that were embedded in his suit.
His artifical eyes widened slightly before coming to a rest as he spoke again. “Wait, your power is telekinesis? That’s so cool!”
You nodded dumbly as both Sam and Bucky tugged at your arms, the glass dropping to the floor as you were forced to run away from the young hero.
“Hey wait! I didn’t get your name,” he called out after you.
You looked over your shoulder and smirked before answering. “Peter Parker.”
His eyes widened once more as he heard you say his name and he proceeded to swing himself after you, determined to know who you were.
“So…how the hell do you know wonder kid?” Sam muttered as you hid behind a pillar.
You shushed him but answered nonetheless. “You remember that secret mission Tony gave me after the whole Ultron fiasco?” Sam nodded. “Well he sent me to New York to keep tabs on spider-boy. Just in case we ever needed him.”
“Well it looks like Tony needed him after all,” Bucky hissed, a sarcastic smile on his face.
“Listen kid,” Bucky continued. “Get out of here. We’ll handle the spider.”
You started to shake your head, but Sam interrupted you. “No (Y/N). He’s right. Go find Wanda. You guys work well together. Stay safe ok?”
You nodded softly before creeping along the wall, already searching for an exit.
You didn’t get very far before you felt something hit your wrist, pinning it to the wall with a ‘thwip’.
You glanced down to see a white substance and immediately cried out for help. “Sam? Buck? Help?”
“Uh, we’re a little tied up at the moment (Y/N),” you heard Sam’s strained reply.
You looked for a way to get out of the webs but no matter how hard you pulled or strained, they stayed put.
“Strong isn’t it?”
You screamed and looked up at the sound, coming face to face (well face to mask) with Peter.
“Yeah, and kinda gross. Does this stuff come out of you?” you asked, your face twisting in disgust.
Peter’s smile faltered underneath his mask as he tried to converse with you. Stepping closer, he leaned against the wall in what he hoped was a casual fashion before speaking again. “So you know my name, I only think it’s fair if I know yours.”
You snorted but perked up as you heard a familiar noise. Redwing. You glanced out of the corner of your eye to see the small gadget flying in your direction. Glancing at Peter, you motioned for him to come closer, effectively putting him in Redwing’s path.
“Do you web up all the girls you meet?” you asked in a slightly flirtatious tone. You could feel the smirk grow under Peter’s mask.
“Only the beautiful ones,” he responded, enjoying the sight of the furious blush that tinted your cheeks as soon as the words left his mouth.
“It’s a shame that our little date couldn’t last longer,” you commented.
“What do you-”
Peter’s words we’re cut off as Redwing swooped in, throwing him out the window. “Hey! You set me up!”
You laughed out loud at his accusation as Bucky approached you, cutting off Peter’s webbing.
“Mr. Stark? They’re not stopping!” Peter cried out, mildly panicking as the two groups of superheroes charged at one another.
He immediately noticed you, running alongside Clint and Wanda and the intensity of his gaze made Tony look your way. When he saw you look at Clint for reassurance, his brows furrowed slightly.
Sighing and filled with worry, Tony grasped Peter’s arm and pulled him aside.
“Listen kid. You see that girl?” he pointed to you and Peter nodded, his cheeks flushing slightly under his mask. “She’s your age so do an old man a favor and keep her out of trouble yeah?”
Peter bobbed his head enthusiastically. “Sure can do Mr. Stark. I’ll make sure she stays safe.”
Tony sighed to himself as he watched Peter swing away. “Teenagers.”
You ran towards Natasha with Clint but stopped in your tracks as you heard a familiar ‘thwip’.
You twirled around and dropped straight to the floor as a white mass flew over your head and hit the wall behind you.
It was Peter.
“You know, it was pretty rude of you to set me up the way you did back there,” he teased.
A slight smirk spread across your face. “Aw but I set you up with Redwing. He’s not so bad.“
You heard a snort emanate from under the mask, making you giggle. Peter blushed at the sound and cleared his throat awkwardly. “So, uh, you come here often?”
You laughed out loud at his attempt to flirt before stepping closer to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he gulped audibly. “Y'know Pete, if only the circumstances were different. I might not have to do this.”
“Do what?” he asked, confused.
In a flash, you had him in a headlock. You kicked his legs out from under him and tightened your grip until he collapsed, clawing at your arms as he tried to get you to let go.
When he stopped moving, you let him go and got up, pausing to look down at him as he wheezed and tried to catch his breath.
You help your hand out and located some wire, bringing it to your outstretched hand and quickly tying his wrist to a pole.
“Ow,” Peter hissed as he tried to tear his hand away.
“Good luck getting that knot off. I was in scouts when I was younger,” you said as you walked away, throwing a wink in his direction.
No matter how hard he tried, Peter couldn’t help the blush that covered his face once more.
He was still sitting there minutes later when Tony was thrown his way.
“Mister Stark!” Peter greeted happily.
“Kid,” Tony grunted out, looking him over. “Ah she got you too?”
“What do you mean sir?”
“After you let her go, she came after all of us. Who do you think threw my over here,” Tony muttered as he stood up, blasting the wire that bound Peter’s wrist. “(Y/N)’s gotten much stronger with her abilities I’ll give her that.”
Peter looked after Tony as he flew away.
“(Y/N),” he sighed. “So that’s her name.”
With a grin on his face, Peter swung towards the battle, this time finding himself in an altercation with Captain America himself.
You whimpered in pain as you pushed Clint out of the way, taking the hit that the panther had thrown his way.
“Go help the others!” you cried. “I’ll take care of the king.”
Clint looked at you hesitantly, taking note of the way you were holding the king down with your powers before nodding and running off.
You let the king go and he stood up slowly, stretching and flexing his muscles in a way that resembled the very cat he was dressed as.
“King T'Challa,” you declared, dropping into a low bow.
The king seemed taken aback at your actions before he shook his head and crouched down into a fighting stance.
“I am terribly sorry for your loss,” you continued. “Your father was a great man and although I know you won’t believe me, Bucky played no role in his death.”
T'Challa paused for a moment, not knowing what to do. “Thank you for your condolences Miss (L/N), but I am afraid you are right. I don’t believe you.”
With those words, he lunged at you. You threw your arms up last minute, trying to block him.
It didn’t work and instead you felt his vibranium claws tear through your arm. You cried out loud, drawing the attention of Bucky, who looked at you in concern and darted over to help you fight the panther.
By the time he got there however, you had thrown T'Challa into one of the airplanes, muttering furious apologies as you attacked the King of Wakanda.
Unbeknownst to you, your cries had also drawn Peter’s attention and distracted him from his battle.
He groaned as Cap dropped the walkway on his shoulders and he struggled to hold it up.
Noticing his lack of focus, Steve chuckled breathlessly. “You like her don’t you kid?”
Peter stumbled over his tongue as he tried to deny Steve’s statement.
“Don’t try and hide it kid,” Steve laughed. “I was the same when I was your age.“
“It’s just, she’s really cool Mr. America,” Peter replied quietly.
“Well I hope something works out. I like you kid. Where are you from?”
“Queens,” Peter grunted as he struggled under the weight he was holding.
Cap chuckled once more before running off. “Brooklyn.”
You yelped in surprise as you were pulled aside and came face to face with Bucky and Steve.
“Listen (Y/N/N),” Steve began. “I don’t like this plan but we need you to come with us to locate the rest of the soldiers. When Scott gives us the signal, we sprint towards the hangar and whatever happens, do not stop until you reach it. Okay?”
You nodded as you struggled to catch your breath. “Got it Cap!”
“Also,” Bucky said. “Take some pity on the poor kid and give him your number or something. It’s sad really, the way you two flirt.”
You blushed heavily as you ran off, waiting for the signal, and ran into Natasha who only looked at you and wrapped you up in her arms.
“Thank goodness you’re still safe,” she mumbled. “Go hide somewhere safe. Please.”
You didn’t answer as she ran off, instead focusing your attention on the now humongous Scott Lang.
I guess that’s the signal , you thought to yourself as you sped towards the hangar.
Everything happened too quickly for you to process but all you know is that you were standing at the entrance to the hangar when Vision and Wanda faced off.
Multiple cries were heard and Natasha held Steve and Bucky back as they tried to run to you.
When Rhodey fell, out in the field, the entrance collapsed, and covered you in debris.
The last thing you heard was Bucky, Steve, and Peter screaming your name and the last thing you saw was a familiar Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man™ swinging towards you.
You opened your eyes slowly, groaning slightly at the aching pain you felt throughout your body.
“Where am I?’ you whispered groggily.
At the sound of your voice, Tony (who had been sitting by your bed) shot up straight. He took one look at you before he launched himself at you, gathering you in his arms much like Natasha had done and pressed a kiss to your forehead.
“Thank god you’re alright,” he muttered over and over.
“Tony where am I?” you asked again. “Where are the others?”
Tony shifted his gaze towards the floor. “You’re in the Raft. You all are. But you’re in the medical wing. You and Rhodey were hurt pretty badly.”
You gasped. The Raft. You were in a maximum security prison.
“Listen kid,” Tony continued. “Cameras are off so take this.”
You tightened your grip over the things Tony had slipped into your palm. Your cell phone, some pills, and a slip of paper.
“You won’t stay here much longer kid,” Tony said. “I’m gonna go get Cap and Barnes and then we’ll get you all out of here okay?”
You nodded softly, leaning forwards to hug Tony again before he got up and walled towards the door.
“Oh and kid,” Tony paused. “Do me a favor and put that paper to good use. You’re still young. Have some fun!”
You chuckled as Tony sent a smile your way before leaving. Looking down, you unfolded the piece of paper, only to let out a laugh when you read the writing.
Hey (Y/N) (I finally got your name btw), I just wanted to say that even though we were on opposing teams, you’re pretty, and cool. I mean you’re pretty cool. I wanna get to know you if that’s alright with you so if you’re ever not busy saving the world, you can shoot me a text if you’d like?
Peter jumped in anticipation as he felt his phone vibrate. He felt the smile spread across his face as he read the message, glad that Tony had delivered his note.
Hey Peter. I’m sorry about setting you up with Redwing but if you’re willing, I have someone else in mind that I think will suit you perfectly.
Peter wasted absolutely no time in replying.
First Marvel fic and I hope y'all enjoyed it! I hope it was good!