You duck below another swipe of the monster’s hand, listening to its claws screech into the lockers behind you instead of you. You’re the last behind a crowd of other students, as you made sure everyone was out before leaving yourself. And, to your own worry and dismay, you still can’t find Peter. The one day he actually needs to be at school, of course, he’s nowhere to be found.
Looking behind you as you run, you see the scaly creature has just freed its hand from the locker, pulling four off of the wall with it. It fixes its yellow eyes on you, and you watch as they narrow into slits dangerously. You gasp and turn to face forward once again, panting as you speed up your run.
After what seems like forever, you reach the front doors. But as there are so many students, the exit is clogged with students screaming as they wait to fit through and to safety. A boy pushes you to the floor in his panic to get out, and just after he does someone else steps on your hand painfully.
You don’t even have time to look up before you’re picked up off of the floor by something much bigger than you.
The monster’s claws clutch around your waist painfully, and you push down on his scaly fingers in an attempt to get free, but to no avail. The thing’s livid, yellow eyes are still fixed on you and it squeezes ever tighter, its head tilting as it looks at you. You gasp for air, nearly choking for breath as it seems to squeeze the life out of you.
“Not so fast, ugly!” a voice yells from behind you.
A web shoots onto the lizard’s torso and pulls it towards its source. The thing lets you go as it slides across the floor, and you simply lay there, gasping for air and coughing. After catching your breath, you sit up carefully to see Peter perched on the wall, looking at a now webbed up lizard, who is thrashing and snarling against Spider-Man’s newly enhanced and strengthened webs.
Peter hops down from the wall, eyes narrowing as he examines the lizard.
“Why not pick on a girl your own size, huh?” His shoulders slump. “Can’t seem to find one who likes you?”
The lizard snarls once again, and Peter shakes his head. “Don’t worry, animal control will be here soon.” And with that, he runs over to where you still lay on the floor, crouching in front of you. “Are you okay?"
You nod and take his gloved hand. "Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks to you."
He shakes his head. "Next time, try not to be such a hero.” You smile softly at him referring to you making sure everyone got out of the classroom the lizard broke into. “That’s my job."
"Ha-ha.” You fake laugh.
“No, really.” Peter pulls you to your feet and hugs you tightly. “You scared me."
Your eyes widen and you hug him back gently, kissing his cheek through his mask. "I’m sorry, Pete.” You pull away and cup his face in your hands. “But I always know you’ll be there to save the day."
You see his lips quirk into a smile beneath his mask. "I would swing you home, but I should probably stay with this guy to make sure they take him in alright."
You roll your eyes with a smile. "What, now I can’t walk home by myself?"
Peter laughs. "You know what I mean. I’ll stop by later though, okay?"
"Okay.” He salutes to you as a goodbye, and you smile as he retreats back towards where the lizard is webbed up on the wall. Then you turn and walk in the opposite direction.
Call Tony Stark - Peter Parker Imagine (soulmate AU)
A/N: This is my first imagine, it’s a bit of a soulmate AU but kind of took a mind of its own. Credit to @irenelair for the gif
Prompt: Soulmate AU
where you wake up on your 18th birthday with the first words your
soulmate will say to you tattooed on your body so you’ll know them when you
meet them. Summary:
You were walking home in the streets of New York when Spiderman and a villain appear
in a fight and Peter is brutally injured. Words: 970
It had been
a month since your 18th birthday and you still couldn’t stop staring at the
words written along your middle finger. An odd place for the words to be but
the sentence was short and to the point. “Call Tony Stark”. Call Tony Stark?
Those three words left you with a headache. You didn’t even know Tony Stark,
let alone had his number. Why would you need to call him? Why did your soulmate
need to call him? And how do they even know Tony Stark? You shook your head
trying to rid these thoughts from your mind. It was hard enough trekking
through the streets of New York in a snowstorm without a pounding headache to
top off your already numb limbs. Pulling your scarf tighter across your neck
you braved the cold winds as you walked away from your last lecture of the week
and towards the thoughts of a warm bath and hot chocolate waiting to be consumed
at home. Normally you would be home by now, but you had made the decision
of adding another half hour to your route so you could walk past the Avenger’s
Tower on your way home. In hindsight, it was a stupid decision considering the amount
of havoc that was caused in this part of Manhattan, but it was worth the risk
if it meant you’d be closer to meeting your soulmate.
Request: Could you do an imagine where Peter falls in love with the new vigilant? She has the power to create illusions on people’s mind making them believe they’re really in that place (idk if I’m explaining myself right). Thank you so much for your time ❤
Word Count: 1,122
Warnings: None lol
A/N: This isn’t exactly what was requested but I hope this is good for the anon! I apologise in advance for not being my best piece ohmygosh my excuse is that I was on the bus when I wrote most of this.
You whip around to face the voice of a hero all too familiar to you, your eyes narrowed beneath your domino mask. Spider-Man now stood directly opposite you, the wind of the rooftop not having any impact on him whatsoever.
“Excuse me?” You question, unable to hide the smirk on your face. This wasn’t the first time you had met Spider-Man. In fact, it was far from the first time. The two of you practically knew more about each other than anyone else-even though you had no idea who was under the mask and vice-versa.
“You heard me,” Spider-Man replies, stepping forward as he cocks his head to the left. “Every single time one of my guys is causing havoc, I always find you in the middle of it. You always make it worse so please, deal with something else.”
“Listen here,” You glare at him harshly, knowing that he would be unlikely to notice through the midnight coloured mask that covers your eyes. “Who are you to tell me what I can do and what I can’t? Hm?”
He rolls his eyes unknowingly to you, resting a hand on the back of his neck. His movements and posture is somewhat lazy, tired after having to deal with more than his usual. To him, you were to blame even though he knew it wasn’t really because of you. He just needed a fitting reason to fill in until he could think of another.
“Fair point. But please try not to throw punches in a fight that isn’t yours. I know you’re powerful and all but the bad guys get angry when you make them think they’re on the other side of the planet.”
“That’s the point, stupid.” You step away, your eyes snapping to the street below at the sound of a high pitched shriek. You send Spider-Man a mock salute before sliding down the ladder of the balconies along the side of the building, leaping from one to another before you’re on the ground.
The man was dressed in dark jeans and a black hoodie, the fabric pulled over his head to cover his face. There was a middle aged woman walking in front of him, her young daughter’s wrist gripped firmly within her hand. You could tell she had noticed the man begin to follow her by the way she had tried to subtly fasten her pace and by the way she pulled at the toddler with urgency.
It was the small child who had let out the scream when her mother had roughly taken hold of her wrist. Thankfully, you had noticed the man walking predatorily behind the two and decided to take action on it.
Spider-Man had found himself by your side within seconds, his eyes raking unconsciously over your body quickly as you kept your footsteps silent. He had found you insanely beautiful the moment he had met you despite the mask that hid your identity and he couldn’t help but try and push away the weird feeling that had washed over him as he watched you now. He shakes his head, snapping himself out of his thoughts.
He raises his arm to shoot his webs out at the man but before he can do anything you place your hand on his arm, shaking your head as you point to the woman and her daughter. You had to wait for him to make a move before you made your own move but that didn’t mean you couldn’t plan ahead. Spider-Man nods as he understands what you’re getting at, matching your speed as you begin to walk faster.
The glint of a knife catches your eye as the man raises the arm that isn’t holding anything and reaches towards the pair. Before he has the chance to do anything you shove the man to the side, earning a frustrated yell from the man as he quickly regains himself. Your eyes flicker to Peter as he moves to the woman, taking the child in his arms before he pulls them away from the scene. He makes short eye contact with you as he shoots his webbing, swinging with the girl in one arm and the woman clinging onto him with his other.
The man lunges at you with the knife, ready to slice your skin but you kick him once, moving your hands and placing two fingers on either side of his head. The man’s eyes widen as he finds himself in the middle of a forest, the tall buildings around him turning into thin and long trees.
“What the hell?!”
You chuckle as the man stumbles backwards, throwing a strong punch to his face before you hit him another time with twice the force so that he’s knocked unconscious. With a thud he lands on the floor, his back falling against the thick pole of the street light.
You spot Spider-Man as he lands beside you, his arms empty of the woman and child. That was fast. Flashing him a smile, you motion at the man with mocking movements, pretending to fire your own imaginary web shooters. He shakes his head, letting out a chuckle and a sigh as he shoots his webs at the man, securing the man against the pole for the police to collect him.
“That was quick. The woman and her daughter?” You ask, meeting his gaze. You were surprisingly close to him, your chest almost touching his.
“They’re fine. I got them to their apartment safely. It was only a block away.”
It was no secret to you that he you found him mind blowingly hot and you usually took pleasure in teasing the hell out of him but for some reason you didn’t have in you tonight. All you wanted was to wrap yourself around his toned body and kiss the life out of him.
So you do. You step into him, gently pulling his mask over his chapped lips and placing your own on top of them. He freezes for a second before slowly melting into the kiss and wrapping his arms tightly around your waste. Your arms wrap around his neck, playing with the ends of his mask.
You’re the first to break the kiss, pulling away before it got too heated. You send him a smirk, your arms still hanging around his neck and his still holding your waist. With a sigh, you step back from him, slowly moving away from him. You blow him a last kiss, turning to make your way home to pack in for the night. But before you go, you make sure to leave him with your voice playing through his ears on repeat.
Imagine Deadpool trying to set you and Spiderman up
As you set the small bandaid over Peter’s final wound you sighed, feeling a presence over you as you rolled your eyes, “Personal space Wade,” you reminded as the red and black clad hero behind you’s breath left your shoulder, “Right, sorry (Y/N)” Wade breathed, still a little too close for your liking, although knowing there was no way to get him to back up further.
You look from the bandage on Peter’s forehead to his brown eyes glaring at Wade, although softening as they land on your (E/C) ones. He offers you a small, thankful smile, although knowing that he despised having to breath the same air as the merc with a mouth who was probably making faces at your best friend as we speak.
“I’m gonna go get some more ice for your eye,” you tell the curly haired brunette who only offers you a, “Thanks (Y/N),” before you leave Wade’s bedroom to his kitchen to look for something cold.
Peter hated it here. It was dirty and smelled like month old mexican food which, knowing Wade it probably was. He had no choice though, with May at home and no other shelter, Deadpool literally picked up the teen and raced him to his home for the opportunity.
Luckily, you had been there, chilling at Wade’s home like you did sometimes when you needed to be away from your home for a while.
You immediately went into action when you saw Peter’s injuries, using whatever first aid crap Wade had lying around, which wasn’t much to be honest, to the best of your ability while Wade sat and watched not so patiently–
Peter’s thoughts were interrupted as a ball of paper hit his face. His eyes snapped from the door he was trained on to Wade, who laughed at Peter’s confused expression.
Peter rolled his eyes at Wade’s annoying antics. “Watcha thinking about?” Wade asked curiously as Peter turned red, not wanting to admit that he was thinking of you, and the way your eyes lit up when you smiled, and how you were perfectly imperfect in every way.
“N-nothing,” Peter mumbled, giving Wade a harsh glare, “Screw off Wade,” he added on, almost surprising himself with his rude manners.
Wade gasped dramatically, putting a hand over his heart to feign hurt, “Rude,” Wade declared, “If your going to insult me, do it right. Call me a c*** s*cker or someth–” Wade stopped, “really writer? You’re seriously gonna censor me?” he groaned angrily, “and c*** s*cker? That’s the best you got?” he furrowed his brows, or lack thereof, “I mean, if you’re writing for me at least do it right.” the ugly potato rolled his eyes, scoffing at the writer once more, “Oh wow, reeeal mature of you,” he slow clapped, ignoring Peter’s horrified face.
“Uh-” Peter spoke, interrupting Wade’s insanity as Wade looked at the young lad, “A-are you okay?” Peter asked uncertainly as Wade groaned angrily, “Not with this f*cking writer!” he exclaimed, “See! There it is again!” he said exasperated, laying diwn on the bed as Peter sat, more confused than ever in his life.
Slowly, Wade raised himself up, giving Peter a knowing look, “Oh I know what you’re thinking,” he smirked under the mask.
“Y-you do?” Peter asked uncertainly, heat rushing to his cheeks as Wade nodded so fast Peter swore he’d get whiplash, “This kill-joy writer won’t let me say it, but I found a loophole,” Wade grinned, grabbing a notebook and box of crayons as he began scribbling on the white sheet.
Eventually, he finished with an “a-ha!” holding up a picture of–***** ******* *** ***** and ******* *** ****** **** to ****** slowly ***** until ****
“God Dammit writer,” Wade mumbled under his breath as Peter, turning 50 shades of red, stared at the picture in horror, quickly ripping up the erotic picture.
“N-no Wade!” Peter declined, “I-I mean, I-I wouldn’t ever!–”
“Look Spidey, we both know you got a thing for (Y/N). You wanna tap that, I get it, I get it.” he pressed a finger to Peter’s lips as he parted them to protest. “Now, (Y/N) is like a little sister to me, making me the hot older brother that makes out with all her friends.” Wade paused, shaking his head, “No, that’s not right…anyways, I am very protective of her, and I just want to say that,” Wade stopped, moving his gloved finger from Peter’s lips to slide down and pat his shoulder, “I think you and her would be adorable!” he exclaims as Peter shakes his head, attempting to get Wade to shut up, “Okay fine. I am head over heels in love with (Y/N)…but I can’t so anything about it,” he mumbled twiddling his thumbs nervously as Wade gives Peter a strange laugh, standing up and dusting imaginary dirt off his suit, “No need to fear, your friendly neighbourhood Deadpool is here,” Deadpool states, running for the door when Peter immedietly shoots hit webs to stick Wade to the doorknob.
Wade gives Peter a “what the f*ck” look and Peter glares, “You can’t tell (Y/N)!” he delcared as Deadpool whined like the child he is, “Aww why not?” he asked as Peter glared harder at the red and black clad “hero”. Neither of them knowing what was behing the door.
As you stood, listening to their conversation, you couldn’t help but the smile that makes it’s way across your face. Peter likes YOU! No, LOVES you! You were trying to keep your cool as you smirked, imagining how much fun you were going to have with this information.
hey, so idk if you’ve seen CACW (pretty sure u have cuz.. srry that’s a dumb question) anyways, my fave part is the airplane scene. and i was wondering if you could write a peter parker imagine where ur ant man (well u have his suit so u can shrink and stuff) and that one part where he lands on caps shield and then grows and kicks peter. and when you kick him, his mask comes off and u continue to shrink and beat him up and stuff? and can u have like a conversation between him and the reader? thx
A/N: whoa nonny, that’s legit my fave part in the movie too! twinners :D
You finally made it to the top of the shield, breathing heavily into your helmet.
‘’Goodness, how does Scott do this.. He makes it all look so easy.’’ you sigh, catching your breath.
You were using Scott’s suit for this fight, he’s trained with you before with it, showing you the basics and stuff. But so far, it was tiring you out pretty quickly. You looked up at the gigantic spider-man above you. He soon looked down and saw you on the shield.
‘’Hey! Why is there a tiny–’’
‘’Surprise!’’ you shout, pressing the button, making you go back into normal size.
As you went back into normal size, you did a back flip and kicked spider-man right in the face. You could hear him yelp in pain as you kicked him. You landed swiftly on the ground and then looked back at spider-man. He was groaning in pain, but you saw that your kick somehow removed the mask off of his face. As he turned around, your heart skipped a beat.
A/N: I turned 18 today, on the 10th of April, and as a birthday treat, here’s an extra long chapter!! I wanted a date with Tom Holland for my birthday present, but needless to say, I did not get what I wanted. Someone please tell me that he’d love me as much as I loved him if we ever met in this lifetime.
Warning: Angst, mentions of torture.
moment you’re staring up at a wide expanse of blue sky, watching the jet
disappear; the next, you’re surrounded by a group of soldiers rushing onto the
scene in combat fatigues, pointing their guns at you.
sends you backpedalling, but you run into something solid. You turn, already
swinging, and nail one in the chin. He stumbles to the side and would have
given you a clear shot to your friends, but three other soldiers take his
you realize what’s happening, a metal collar is snapped around your neck, sharp
electrical pulses shooting through you. Suddenly, you can’t move, can barely
breathe. Panic fills you, joining the adrenaline rushing through your veins,
and your body isn’t sure how to react. Keep fighting, or shut down.
are they doing?” You hear Peter ask. You can’t see him, but he sounds scared.
Panicked. “That’s a collar. Mr Stark,
you said they were only going to talk to her!”
“Stop it,” Agent Barton snaps. “That’s a child, not an animal, get that thing off!”
fighting. Definitely keep fighting. The idea of sending your SAT scores to
Attica instead of Cambridge is not appealing. You unleash it all with a scream.
A plane explodes in a ball of fire, shaking the ground beneath your feet. Screams
of terror fill your ears. The shock wave hits everyone within a hundred foot
radius, knocking them backwards. You hit the ground hard, and a wave of pain
sweeps over you.
“Run!” You try to shout, but only
then that familiar voice says your name, taut with pain.
“(Y/n),” Peter tries again.
slowly lift your head up to stare at him.
known what would happen. He’d done this. He’d betrayed you.
scrambled to his feet now, hands outstretched, almost as if he wants to touch
you, but can’t quite bring himself to.
a feral scream, you launch yourself at him. You and Peter slam onto the ground,
hard. Volts of electricity shoot through you, sharp and hot and carnivorous.
You open your mouth to scream. Peter takes the opportunity to shove you off of
him, shooting webs to pin your hands and feet to the ground.
“(Y/n),” Peter manages. He sounds closes
to tears now, his tone as tormented as his expression. “(Y/n), please, I’m your friend.”
stare at him, your eye wild and feral-looking, your breath coming quicker and
quicker from your parted lips. The pain is crashing over you in waves, the
shocks making your muscles twitch and seize painfully, but you manage to raise
your head, glaring at Peter with such soul-deep hatred that the blood turns to
ice in his veins.
were never friends!” Your screams
come one after another, scraping along your raw throat without pause. “I have alwaysHATED you!”
the third time that day, Peter recoils. He goes incredibly still, so still that
you notice how his hands are trembling. He’s wearing a mask, but you know that
his face is contorted in misery. There’s a quiet whoosh of air, followed by the
sharp stab of pain in your arm. You can only stare at the small darts in your
shoulder before blackness pulls you under.
How is she?” A male is saying. You recognize his voice. It makes you angry. Angry enough to force you out of
your deep sleep, the only thing protecting you from feeling the pain in your
blink, looking through eyes glassy from the strain they’ve endured. Tony Stark
peers in through the glass window, looking at you as though you are a
particularly interesting specimen under a microscope. Dark half-moons ring his
eyes, and his arm is in a sling. You can’t find it in you to feel sympathetic
for his injuries.
anger magnifies, giving you strength. Strapped to the cot with metal shackles,
you fight for freedom. Snarling like the very animal you might be becoming, you
twist and buck, half-crazed eyes staring at him, wishing that you could do so
much more than try to kill him with your eyes. All you receive for your trouble
is another jolt of electricity. The bed shakes with the force of your shudders,
the pain acute, gut-wrenching and soul-zapping. They’re going to kill you. How
could they not? After a while, even your skin begins to vibrate and it doesn’t
stop when the electricity does. Your bones feel brittle, as if they’re going to
break at any second. Your lungs have to be filled with glass rather than air.
Every breath is agony.
Stark only looks at you again once your screams have stopped. His head droops. With shame? “The Spiderling wants to see
you. You hurt him pretty bad.”
You snarl, surprised at the sound of your voice. You’ve shouted, but only a whisper
can be heard. “Tell him I hate him and that I lied.”
Stark closes his eyes, releasing a heavy breath. “He was doing the right
raise your head to stare at him, eyes narrowed to angry slits. “No. He was doing what you asked him to.”
Stark’s mouth opens and closes, and you know he’s searching for a response.
When he finds none, he turned on his heel and marches out of the room.
riddance,” Clint mutters.
the first to recover, a curious edge to his voice. “What exactly did you lie
let your head droop back onto the pillow. “Having a good time,” You dead-pan,
your eyes flickering up to the ceiling. “We went out a lot.”
the first to snort in amusement. Slowly, the others join in, Clint and Sam
snickering right along with him. It’s even enough to rouse a weak and
rusty-sounding laugh out of Wanda, who’s been silent for the whole week that
you’ve been stuck here.
feels good to laugh. Even for only a moment.
wake with wet cheeks, and a warm, calloused hand tapping at your face. You hope
this doesn’t mean that the doctors are back to draw more of your blood; but the
doctors at the Raft would never be that gentle with you.
“(Y/n)? (Y/n),can you hear me?”
The voice is pained, and you think you hear a muttered curse of, “Damn it,
pain is a constant throb in your head and limbs, you shouldn’t move; it will only
make everything worse. Wincing, you crane your head up to see who has called
your name. Blinking several times, you focus as hard as you can on the only
face you can see. It is contorted with anger. His eyes are the palest blue you’ve
ever seen, and remind you of clear summer skies and languorous lagoons. He’s
not in the red and blue uniform, but in a plain grey hoodie, a white shirt and a pair of
jeans. But you would recognize that face anywhere.
You croak weakly. “How was Russia?”
He answers wryly. “I prefer a warmer climate.”
kneels, you hear the tinkle of metal being ripped apart, and your hands and
legs are free. It’s difficult to move; fatigue has added weight to each of your
limbs and your eyelids feel as if they’ve been replaced with sandpaper. Captain
America helps you sit up, draping his hoodie over your shoulders.
collar now. Okay?” He offers you a calm and steady smile, his eyes warm and
kind. “One, two –”
as a flash, he grasps at the collar around your neck. Your fingers dig into
your palms, gouging crescent shaped marks into soft flesh. Bracing yourself for
an electric shock, you nod tersely, and he breaks it apart with his bare hands.
You exhale in relief, smiling faintly and wanly at him.
getting out of here, (Y/n),” Captain America says, smoothing back soaked and
matted hair away from your forehead. “Everyone’s waiting in the jet.”
unable to support your own weight; he has to half-carry, half-drag you for several
paces at your insistence that you can walk. When what little strength you have
drains out of you, you crumple into a heap on the floor. He gives up the
charade of allowing you to walk on your own and unceremoniously lifts you up
off the floor and into his arms, as if you weigh nothing more than a feather.
Your head lolls against his chest as he carries you out of your cell. An alarm erupts, screeching
through the empty room.
was mean to him,” You confess groggily, your voice strained. “Very, very mean.”
That kid with the webs?” Captain America bends down, and rips a badge off the
neck of an unconscious guard. “The one from Queens?”
called Peter Parker,” You confirm, tears springing into your eyes. “He’s got
the warmest brown eyes, and the nicest brown hair. He’s funny, he’s smart, he’s
nice. He always got picked on by Flash Thompson, but Peter never let Flash bully me. He’s – well, was – my best friend.”
sorry,” Captain America apologises, the pain naked in his voice. “I shouldn’t
have gotten you involved in this. Tony
shouldn’t have –”
close your eyes on a pained sigh. “Tony Stark is responsible for many things.
But he didn’t make me shove Peter out a
window, or into a concrete wall. I did those. Me. I’m a horrible person.”
America uses the badge to open the door to the hallway. The two of you enter a
long, narrow, passage that you’re relieved to find is empty. Maybe he’s
disabled all the guards already. You can only hope. You’re tired of fighting,
of having to use your powers. All you want to do is curl up in a ball and fall
me, I’ve seen a lot of horrible people. You’re not one of them.”
doesn’t make you feel any better. You close your eyes against the pounding in
your head. “I said I hated him. I hurt him, really bad. Peter hates me now.” And I don’t blame him.
the hall. Around a corner. Another hall, another corner. In the stairwell, your
breathing and footsteps echo off the walls. But these are the only sounds. No
one is following the two of you. Others will be here soon, though. You’re
certain the alarm’s already been reported to Ross, wherever that monster is.
pained groan slips past your lips as Captain America carries you up, up the
steps. As fatigued as you are, as undernourished, as wounded, your trembling
seems to magnify with every new inch of ground the two of you gain. He opens
the door to the landing pad, and you see the jet you’d helped to hijack sitting
right in the middle of it.
dark outside. Frigid air envelopes you, worse because you’re in thin prison
clothes, with only a hoodie draped over your skinny frame. The cold sea breeze whips
hair around your face, and, you think, slices at your skin. You huddle closer
to Captain America, exhaustion glazing your moon-soaked features.
on,” Captain America says pleadingly, and you hear the worry in his voice as he
practically sprints for the jet. “There’s a first aid kit in the jet. You’re going to be fine.”
yanks the door closed as soon as the two of you are on the jet, strapped in and
ready to go. Without a hitch, you’re shooting across the dark sky. Bucky turns,
sympathy written in his eyes. He’s been through some horrible things, too. Wanda
is curled up by Clint’s side, her face gaunt and her eyes closed. Scott’s
already asleep, snoring like a jackhammer in the seat by the window.
if he hates me?” A sob escapes you, a testament to the still-fraying rope
holding back your emotions. It won’t last much longer now. “Peter hates me, I hate me, I’m –”
do you want to know what I think?” Captain America asks kindly, kneeling down
to look into your red-rimmed eyes, brimming with tears. He clasps your hands in
his. It feels as though you’re holding the full blazing sun in your small
palms, his so hot and yours so cold. “I have heard nothing but positives about
Peter Parker. If this guy is as good a person as you seem to think he is, then
I’m willing to bet he’ll forgive you when you apologize.”
chin trembles, a fresh round of tears threatening to fall. You lean forwards,
pressing your face into his shoulder, and there is a sudden, hollow silence.
Break-Up Part 2 (Peter Parker x Tony Stark's Daughter!Reader)
(A/N) Hi guys! So quite a few of you requested a part two to Break-Up, and in a late night (I’m talking 3 AM) phase, I wrote this. It’s terrible and shitty, and I apologize so much. Don’t worry, despite this being a terrible part two, I’ll let you all know there is going to be a part three, and honestly probably a part four in the future. I have no clue where this is going but hopefully I redeem myself later on.
Bright red lights. Bright red lights, and blaring alarms. I was woken up in the middle of the night, my room glowing red under the emergency system lights, the darkness outside of my window suggested it was still the middle of the night.