Star Wars really said "Anakin Skywalker had issues rooted in childhood trauma that was not his fault" but also "Anakin made his own choices as an adult for which he alone is responsible" but ALSO "In spite of the truly evil things he chose to do Anakin was still capable of being loved and redeemed" and I think that's important.
What happens once you kill yourself? Because I'm ready to go.
You wanna know what happens once you kill yourself? Your mother comes home from work and finds her baby dead and she screams and runs over to you and tries to get you to wake up but you won’t and she keeps screaming and shaking you and her tears are dripping onto your face and your dad hears all the screaming and runs into the room and he can’t even speak because the child that he loved and the child that he watched grow up is gone forever and finally your little sister runs into the room to see what all the fuss is about and she sees you dead. The person she looked up to and loved. The person she bragged about to her friends, the person she wanted to be just like when she grew up, the person that made her feel safe. But she’s never really going to get to grow up and smile and laugh and love because she’ll always be consumed with this feeling of missing you. And now there’s something missing from your family and they can barely look at each other anymore because everything reminds them of you but you’re gone and hurts more than anything. and you think that your mom never cared because she was always busy and yelling at you to finish your homework and clean your room and forgot to say I love you sometimes but really, she loved you more than anything and she doesn’t leave the house anymore, she can’t even get out of bed and she’s getting thinner and thinner because it’s too hard to eat. Your father had to quit his job and he doesn’t sleep anymore, every time he closes his eyes he sees his baby dead, and the image never goes away no matter how much alcohol he drinks. And at school your best friend sees that your seat is empty and she gets this sick feeling in her stomach and that’s when she hears the announcement. You killed yourself. And suddenly she’s screaming and crying in the middle of class and no one even bothers comforting because they’re all busy sitting there staring at your empty seat with tears dripping down their cheeks and all she wants is for you to hug her and tell her it’s gonna be okay like you always did, but this time, you’re not there to do it, everything is dark now that you’re gone and her grades are slipping, she barely goes to school anymore and she ended up in hospital after taking too many pills because she wanted to see you again. the girls who used to make fun of the way you dressed feel their throats get tight, they don’t talk to each other anymore, they don’t talk to anyone, they’re all in therapy trying so hard not to blame themselves but nothing works. and your teacher who always gave you a hard time stares blankly at the wall, she quits her job a few days later. And then your boyfriend hears the news and he can’t breathe, he still calls you a lot just to hear your voice and he talks to you on facebook but you never message him back, he can’t fall in love again because every girl he meets reminds him of you, he’s never going to get over you, he loved you and he cries himself to sleep every night, hating himself and slicing his skin because he couldn’t save you and he’s never going to hold you in his arms or hear you laugh again. Now everyone who knew you, whether they were a big part of your life or someone you passed in the hallway a few times a week, they carry this aching feeling around inside them because you’re gone, and they miss you, and they don’t know why you left but it must’ve been their fault and they should’ve stopped you and they should’ve told you they loved you more and that feeling is never going to go away. And so you killed yourself
I never usually reblog things like this.. but if it saves just one persons life… please take thime to read this even if you think there is no point in living. Please.
A/N: Here’s something really sucky that has been sitting in my drafts for about a year.
Warnings: Major character death
Steve’s breath came in shallow, ragged gasps and darkness filled the edges of his vision. The pain that once scorched like a fire had faded away to a frigid numbness. At first, all he could hear were the sounds of his heartbeat and the sounds of his conscience telling him to fight. Seconds passed as he laid there and soon he heard voices. His eyes opened the tiniest bit to see people swarmed all over himself, trying to help him and the condition he was in from the mission. Steve realized they wanted to save him and if he could have, he would have tried to help himself too.
Instead, Steve’s attention was on you.
Your glossy eyes were full of pain as you stared at the heart monitor screen with worry. The littlest stream of hope flowed within you as you continued to stare at the monitor, praying that the line would continue to travel across the screen with no problem. You had been in this position many times before, praying that Steve’s life wouldn’t come to an end, but now it was coming true.
Steve watched as your hands shook with fear when Natasha grabbed them in an attempt to comfort you. He watched as your whole body staggered to the wall and sunk to the floor as medics informed Tony of Steve’s worsening condition. He watched as you pulled your legs to your chest and let out stifled sobs.
That’s when Steve felt time come to a pause. His eyes danced across the room to land on each figure one by one. There was Bucky at his right, trying so hard to hide the panic embedded in his eyes and begging Steve to keep fighting. There was Tony at his left, furiously shooing away the medical team after they said there was nothing that could be done. There were Sam and Peter in the back, both with a loss of words as they watched the heart monitor with fear. There was Bruce standing at the end of the bed, his frightened eyes darting between Steve and the monitor. There was Thor, fingers twitching with sparks as he paced back and forth. There was Natasha at the corner of the room, trying to conceal her panic as she took deep breaths over and over again.
Then there was you.
With arms tightly crossed over your legs as you attempted to hide your pain, your stifled sobs were soon overcome by waves of emotion as tears hit the floor. It was more than just crying. It was the kind of sobbing that comes from someone drained of all hope.
Nobody in the room had ever seen you look so empty, so devoid of happiness. The way your loose shoulders shook, the way your head hung so low, you didn’t even try to conceal your emotion anymore. Then you looked up and locked eyes with Steve, your grief-filled eyes engulfing his sad ones. In just one look, both of you held an unspoken conversation of emotion.
That’s when you stretched out your arms and pressed your hands on the floor, shakily pushing yourself up. Soon you were on your feet, slowly walking towards Steve. You placed a hand on the bed and sat at his side, carefully avoiding the wires that connected him to the heart monitor. You leaned forward, hovering your face over Steve’s weary one.
“Steven Grant Rogers,” you whispered, lips barely moving as you spoke in a barely audible tone that was just enough for Steve to hear. “I love you, more than you will ever understand. We all do,” you said, motioning to the team that was scattered around the room with silence. “And we know you’re tired, tired from fighting.”
Steve stared at everyone behind you, drowsiness filling his eyes. He knew that once he would close his eyes, they would never open again. Seeing you, seeing all his teammates, it gave him a reason to fight. It gave him a reason to stay alive.
“Steve, close your eyes,” you murmured, running your hands through Steve’s hair.
Steve’s eyes snapped to yours, disbelief filling them. He didn’t want to leave you, he didn’t want to close his eyes. Yet you were right, he was tired. Not just tired from trying to stay awake, but tired of the duty he held to the world.
“Baby,” you said, emotions lacing your voice. Steve’s eyes focused on you. “Do you see everyone in this room? We’ll be alright. I’ll be alright.“ Your eyes held a promise, a promise that calmed Steve down.
Steve weakly rose his hand and pressed it against your tear-stained face. You placed your hand over his and gently squeezed it, bringing it down so you could intertwine your fingers with his.
The room remained just like that for several minutes, silence hanging in the air. You felt Steve’s hand losing its grip on yours and his trained eyes on you were beginning to flutter. An involuntary cry escaped your mouth as you watched them shut.
The only sound that engulfed the room was the flatline that rang in everyone’s ears.
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Short summary: When Peter wants to try and make a move on his crush, he turns to Tony for help. Will following Tony’s advice pay off in the end?
Warnings: None
Peter Parker was never one to be great with feelings, always relying on the internet and his friends for advice on how to flirt with girls. Unfortunately, none of his advances would work to impress any girl, not even in the slightest bit. It resulted in Peter giving up in attempting to make moves on any girl he liked.
That was until he met you.
When he first laid eyes on you and his heart started pounding, Peter knew he could never have a shot with you. It’s not that he didn’t want to try and flirt with you, it’s just that Peter had no game. He felt like there was only one person that could maybe solve his misery.
Tony Stark.
Peter cleared his throat and coughed nervously, pressing down on Tony’s contact in the FaceTime app. He awkwardly shuffled around and held his right arm up for a good angle while using his left hand to fix his hair. As Peter tidied up his appearance, Tony answered the call after the third ring and Peter could’ve sworn he had a heart attack. No matter the conversation, he never got used to speaking with Tony. So how was Peter supposed to have one chat with the girl he liked without going insane?
“Hey Kid,” Tony greeted, his face enlarging on the screen. Popping a blueberry into his mouth, he said, “This better be important ‘cause Legolas and I are discussing some very important adult manners.”
Peter squinted with confusion. “Legolas? Is that a new recruit?”
“He means me,” Clint Barton groaned, popping his head into the screen. “And by ‘very important adult manners’, Tony means we’re betting over how many blueberries he can balance on his nose. I bet he can’t balance more than one.”
Tony rolled his eyes and changed his phone’s angle so Clint was nowhere to be seen. “Why are you calling, Kid?”
Peter sat down on his bed and scratched the back of his head. “Well, uh, Mr. Stark, I need some advice.”
Tony raised an eyebrow, already suspicious. “On what?”
“Talking to a girl I like.”
Clint snorted in the background. “And you turned to this guy for help?
“Well yeah, he’s married,” Peter stated as if it were obvious, “and you are too so both of you could help me out here.”
Tony smirked at the camera. “What’s it that you need advice on? Compliments, laying on the charm-“
“I need help on flirting,” Peter blurted out. “I suck at it.”
“You also suck at confidence so you might need to work on that too,” Tony chuckled. “You see, kid, pick-up lines are Godsent solutions in flirting. Say one and boom, the girl is head over heels in love with you.”
“You sure that worked on Pepper, Mr. Stark?” Peter asked, feeling the urge to just ask for Clint instead. He had a feeling Tony’s advice wouldn’t be helpful.
Tony shifted and rested his chin onto the palm of his hand. “Pepper is a different story so we won’t talk about that. Just trust me on this.”
“DON’T TRUST HIM,” Clint hollered, shoving his head in front of Tony’s.
“You know what, Barton?” Tony said, pushing Clint’s head away. “I’m going to take all these blueberries and shove them inside your nose.”
Peter groaned and ended the call. He gained only one tip from that entire conversation.
Never go to Tony if you need advice on flirting.
Peter sighed, squirming in his seat with nerves as he eyed every student entering his Chemistry class. Ned nudged Peter’s arm and offered him a look of concern.
“You okay there, Peter?” Ned asked, eyeing the door with a look of confusion. “Your eyes have been glued to the door for a while now.”
Peter pried his eyes away from the door and whispered, “Mr. Stark gave me stupid advice on flirting and after a lot of thinking, I think I’m going to shoot my shot with (Y/N) today.”
Ned instantly gleamed, but quickly tried to recover from his excitement when he saw you enter behind a line of students. Ned turned to face the front of the classroom, crossing his fingers and hoping that Tony’s advice would pull through for Peter.
“Hey (Y/N),” Peter blurted out, swiveling his chair around once you had sat down.
You jumped a little in your seat and turned to Peter, trying to hide the clearly startled look on your face. “Hey, Parker. What’s up?”
Peter opened his mouth, about to say something until he quickly shut it and spun his chair away from you. You were about to turn away until you heard Peter clear his throat in a loud manner. You rose an eyebrow and stared at Peter, who was looking at you with a notebook and pen in his hand.
“Did you know that I’m writing a book?” Peter asked with wide eyes. He felt himself sweat profusely as you opened your mouth to respond.
You tilted your head to the side and said, “Really? What kind of book?”
This was the part Peter was dreading, the whole reason why he was turning red in the first place.
“Well, um, I’m putting together a phone book except it’s missing something. Can I have your number to finish it?”
There was a dreadful silence for a few seconds until a small smile grew onto your face. Soon you were bubbling with laughter. “You’re the only guy I would ever give my number to,” you softly replied. “That was cute, Peter. Very cute actually.” You then took the notebook and pen that Peter held in his hands, jot down your number, and gently placed the notebook on his desk.
Peter’s whole world came to a stop. Did he just get your number? All in one try?
Maybe following Tony’s advice wasn’t such a bad idea after all.
A/N: I’m really sorry about the two-month hiatus. I didn’t expect it to happen, but the good news is that I’m back and hopefully I won’t disappear again.
Masterlist
There was nothing like a Saturday morning in Peter’s apartment bedroom, just enjoying each other’s presence while being in his arms. It was mornings like this that made you savor each moment. These kinds of moments rarely occurred due to Peter being Spider-Man so now both of you were making the best of every second.
Peter’s back was pressed against the pillows on his bed with you snuggled into his chest. Your arms were at the sides of his waist as he gently stroked your hair with his left hand while he held you with his right arm. You stared up at Peter and wondered how on Earth you got someone so loyal, respectful, understanding, and damn good-looking to be your boyfriend. You focused on listening to his heartbeat and closed your eyes for a quick minute, listening to it beat calmly. You felt Peter stop stroking your hair and instead he wrapped that arm around your waist so both of his arms held you.
“Hey, (Y/N)?” Peter softly asked. You hummed in response and slowly opened your eyes. “Did it hurt?”
You laughed and said, “Let me guess. .when I fell from heaven?”
“I wasn’t going to ask you that actually,” Peter replied, loosening his grip around you so you could break free. He grabbed your arms and examined them carefully.
“Peter, what are you doing?” you questioned with confusion. “I haven’t fallen or anything so I’m not sure what you could possibly be aski-”
Peter looked up from his mini checkup of your arms and stared at you with a gleam in his eyes. It was the expression he made whenever he was about to say something only Peter Parker would say. It made you stop talking and stare back at him, waiting for what he would tell you.
“Did it hurt when you fell for me?”
You blinked with confusion and took in his words. “Fell for..oh my gosh,” you replied as laughter bubbled out of you, playfully shoving him away from you.
Peter grinned, his eyes gleaming with what now looked like satisfaction. He stretched his arms out to you and you fell back into them.
“You’re such a dork,” you smiled, taking his hands and enveloping them around you.
“I’m your dork,” Peter stated, resting his chin on your head.
“And I’m lucky to have you,” you grinned as if your smile couldn’t get any bigger.
Summary: Peter takes you out on the streets of Prague during the night to come clean to you with a secret he’s been hiding, but you assume it’s for a reason to tell you something else.
Warnings (not really): Small amounts of swearing. This involves Far From Home, but there are NO SPOILERS. The beginning just won’t make a lot of sense if you haven’t watched it yet.
Peter grunted when he stumbled into the Carlo IV Hotel where his class was staying in Prague. Thankfully he made it back safely without much harm. As Peter walked up the stairs, he spotted Ned and he instantly sighed with relief.
“Ned,” Peter whispered loudly as he jogged up. Ned turned towards Peter’s voice and he widened his eyes. Ned swiftly made his way towards Peter near the top of the stairs and wrapped him into a thankful hug that expressed his gratefulness without words.
“Thanks for what you did today, man,” Ned whispered, pulling away from the hug with a smile. Peter nodded and patted Ned on the back.
“Anytime bro,” Peter smiled. “Anyway, so you know how we’re flying to Paris tomorrow? Well, I’m gonna take (Y/N) to the Eiffel Tower and-“ he trailed off when he saw the sympathetic look Ned cast him.
Ned scratched the back of his head. “Yeah Peter about that, we’re all actually flying home tomorrow.”
Peter grew silent and processed Ned’s words with his mouth hanging slightly open, a look of shock staining his face. “W-what?”
“We were all informed about how worried our families were because of how chaotic and dangerous our trip has been so far,” Ned sadly told Peter. “I’m just as bummed as you are, man.”
Peter shook his head and stared at the floor with disappointment. He had everything mapped out for tomorrow with you and it just had to be canceled. “Thanks for telling me, Ned,” Peter said after lifting his head to meet Ned’s apologetic eyes. “Do you by any chance know which room (Y/N)’s staying in?”
“Sure yeah, it’s right there,” Ned replied, pointing to a door nearby from where the two were standing by the stairs. “Good luck Peter and thanks again,” he said as he waved him goodnight and headed to his room.
Peter sighed once Ned entered his room and then stared at your door. He decided that tonight would be the night Peter would confess his feelings to you. He quietly made his way to your room and stopped in front of your door. He took a deep breath and raised his fist to knock until the door swung open simultaneously.
There you stood behind the door just as shocked as Peter looked. You were wearing gray sweats with a navy blue tank top and the slippers the hotel provided. Your hair was pulled back into a ponytail with some loose strands blocking a little bit of your face. Although your appearance might have appealed not as decent to others’ eyes, Peter still thought you were the prettiest girl he had ever seen.
You blew the loose strands out of your face and raised an eyebrow. “Peter? What are you doing here?”
Peter held in his breath and shoved his fists into the pockets of his pants. “I could ask you the same question, (Y/N).”
You let out a little laugh and crossed your arms. “This is my room, idiot.”
Peter widened his eyes with realization and awkwardly let out a laugh. “R-right, I knew that. Ned actually told me this was your room.”
You furrowed your eyebrows and said, “But why are you here?”
Peter mentally face-palmed himself and nodded. “Right. Um, well, so Ned told me we’re leaving tomorrow and I’ve been, uh, planning on telling you something for a while now so I just wanted to know if. .” Peter scratched the back of his head. “Um. .”
You sighed at Peter’s nervousness and stepped further back inside your room, closing the door at him, leaving a shocked and embarrassed Peter staring at the door.
“Stupid me,” he muttered at himself. “She closed the door on you because you couldn’t even handle how to put words together.” Peter started to head down the hallway to his own room until he heard a door open behind him. He turned around to see you out of your sweats and slippers and instead in a pair of jeans and sneakers. You closed your door and headed towards Peter with a nod.
“Do you want to maybe go outside, take a walk, and try having you redo that again?” you asked, offering him a smile as you zipped up a sweater that covered your tank top.
A grin grew on Peter’s lips as he stared briefly stared at the floor to hide his blush. “Yeah, sure.”
Together the both of you walked out of your hotel to start off on your stroll. As you slowly walked down the Charles Bridge, you watched as Peter pretended to admire the stars because he was too afraid and nervous to meet your gaze. Moments later, Peter turned to face you with the tiniest smile on his face.
“So, um, I’ve been meaning to tell you something important for a while now and I never thought any time would be a great time to tell you, but I think it’s time now,” Peter nervously said while fiddling with the gift he had for you in his pocket. He drew in a large breath and exhaled saying, “(Y/N), I-”
“-don’t want to be your friend anymore,” you finished with a small smile.
Peter took a sudden step back to look at you with confusion. “No! No. Where did you even come up with that idea?”
You shrugged. “I thought it was kind of obvious. We used to be the best of friends along with Ned and suddenly you started disappearing all the time. Our weekly hangouts as trios turned into hangouts as duos and I don’t know. Both of us haven’t really talked a lot since. .maybe months ago. We never talk anymore and since you’ve started disappearing, I’ve been putting the pieces together that you’re avoiding me and that you don’t want to be my friend anymore.” You looked away from Peter and stared at a nearby building to fixate your look of sadness onto that. “I know that you hate me.”
Peter didn’t say anything for a few moments. Instead, he just blinked and processed your words. Then it hit him. “No, no, no, no, (Y/N). You’ve got it all wrong.”
You turned to him and crossed your arms. “How could I be wrong? Give me your reason.”
“I’m Spider-Man,” Peter blurted out with his eyes widening as soon as those words left his mouth.
You laughed and rolled your eyes. “That’s the stupidest excuse you’ve ever come up with. Even worse than those excuses you come up with before you disappear during school.”
Peter shook his head and said, “No, this isn’t an excuse. I’m being serious. (Y/N), I’m Spider-Man. The Stark Internship a long time ago before the snap was an excuse I used as a way to leave and fight whoever I needed to. I disappear to be Spider-Man.”
You squinted as you searched for signs of lying on Peter’s face. “Is this what you’ve been trying to tell me?”
Peter laughed and said, “No actually. I wasn’t planning on telling you until I had to tonight.”
You took a step back and stared at the ground. “That just doesn’t make any sense. Even if you are Spider-Man then why did you just suddenly drop me out of your life? You certainly kept Ned in it and you sure as hell were fine with replacing me with MJ. It’s like I’m not here anymore and your Spider-Man excuse doesn’t cover it. You always have time for them, but never for me.” Your voice cracked into a sob and you covered your mouth as tears fell to the ground. “What happened, Peter?”
Peter rushed closer to you, gently wiped away your tears, and pulled you into a tight hug. You tried pushing away from him, but that only resulted in Peter squeezing you tighter. You gave in and rested your head against his chest, finding comfort as you listened to his heart loudly beat. After a few minutes, you both pulled away from the hug and you felt Peter grab your hands and intertwine them with his.
“Fuck, I’m so sorry (Y/N),” Peter apologized with sadness and regret in his eyes as he stared away from you. “I’m such an idiot. I didn’t even realize how much I’ve been neglecting our friendship and I didn’t even think about how you felt about all of this. I’m the worst friend.”
You shook your head and squeezed his hands, making him lock eyes with you. “No, you’re not Peter. Don’t beat yourself up by thinking like that. Why don’t we start over and have you explain what’s been going on. .sound good?”
Peter nodded eagerly and the smile that crossed over your face made him calm down with ease. “The reason I’ve been talking to Ned and mostly MJ a lot lately is that I’ve been asking them for advice on how to confess my feelings to this girl I like. I didn’t replace you with MJ and I’m so sorry I made you feel that way. It’s just that MJ is a girl and usually girls are good with girl advice, but she’s. .not.”
Confusion and hurt swept your mind as you furrowed your eyebrows. “Why didn’t you just ask me for advice on this girl you. .like?”
A smile broke out on Peter’s face as he admired at you for a second, observing all your features. “Why would I ask advice from the girl I want advice on?”
You stared at Peter for a moment until you decided to punch his shoulder.
Hard.
“(Y/N)! What was that for?!”
“I wanted to make sure that this was all real!” you defensively said, raising your hands up.
Peter rolled his eyes with a smile and said, “I just confessed my feelings for you and the first thing you do is punch me in the shoulder? What a great reaction, (Y/N).”
You broke out into laughter and grinned. “So you don’t hate me?”
“Other than the fact that you just punched me really hard, I don’t see any reason as to why I should,” Peter laughed in response. “I like you, (Y/N).”
“And I like you too, Peter. .even though you’re still an idiot for making me feel stupid,” you joked. Then, you leaned forward to press a kiss onto Peter’s cheek, running away before he could even react.
Peter stood still for a second before jogging after you on the bridge while shouting, “Wow, all I get is a kiss on the cheek?”
He watched as you turned your head back while running and winked at him. “You’ll have to use your webs to come and get me, Spidey Boy.”
“Oh, it is on!” Peter exclaimed with excitement as he chased after you onto the streets of Prague, leaving both of you nothing but a night full of fun.
Summary: A long mission interrupts a plan you and Bucky had to watch a movie together so after the mission, you both form a plan to take quick showers in order to continue your plan of watching a movie yet your slumber had other plans.
You forcefully pushed open the door to your room in the Avengers Tower and stormed over to your bed, flopping yourself onto the mattress with contentment. “That was exhausting,” you groaned aloud as your boyfriend tumbled into the room feeling equally as tired.
“Agreed,” Bucky grunted, throwing himself next to you on the bed. Before the mission happened during the morning, you and Bucky were originally planning to spend some time together, but of course your plans just had to be interrupted by another mission. “I didn’t think it would last the whole day.”
You hummed with agreement and sat up on the bed. “We need to take showers. We’re on my bed when we’re literally covered with filth. Then we can finally watch our movie after.”
“Take ten minutes so we can have more time to watch,” Bucky called out as you jogged out to the bathroom.
You turned around to face Bucky and placed your hand on your hip. “Bucky, I look like I just rolled around in dirt and I even smell like Sam’s disgusting socks after he goes running with Steve. How the heck am I supposed to scrub all that nastiness off me in ten minutes?”
Bucky rolled his eyes in a playful manner and chuckled. “Just don’t take an hour, (Y/N).”
It had been an hour. A full hour and you still hadn’t returned from the bathroom. Bucky knew that it shouldn’t have taken that long of a time to get all the filth off of your body so he was worried.
“(Y/N)?” Bucky asked, knocking loudly on the bathroom door. “(Y/N), are you okay?”
No response.
Bucky was now banging his metal fist against the door. “(Y/N)! Can you hear me?”
Again, no response.
Bucky was panicking, his heart racing with fear and worry. “(Y/N)! Open the door!” he commanded, knocking louder and faster. When the expected no response came, Bucky cracked his knuckles. “Fuck it,“ he muttered, slamming the side of his body against the door, pushing it to the floor. Bucky stopped himself before he could collide to the ground and he maintained his balance.
As he quickly scanned the bathroom, Bucky was expecting to see you on the toilet with your phone in hand, but instead he found you snoring in the bathtub. He sighed with relief and pressed a hand to his chest to feel his heart rate grow calm. “How can (Y/N) fall asleep anywhere?” he murmured to himself as he shook his head with amusement. Bucky made his way to the bathtub and crouched down. “Wake up, Doll,” he whispered, gently shaking you awake.
Your eyes fluttered open and you smiled when you saw Bucky. “Hello,” you grinned with a dreamy look on your face. “I fell asleep, didn’t I?”
Bucky nodded with a smile and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Come on, it’s getting really late. I’ll carry you to bed.”
You shook your head, refusing to accept Bucky’s hand to stand up. “I’m not sleepy, you don’t have to carry me.”
Bucky raised an eyebrow, feeling the urge to laugh as you said that with your eyes starting to close. The adorable look of sleepiness on your face made him almost forget what he was about to do. Bucky pulled you up and made sure you didn’t fall while he dried you off with a towel. Bucky began to dry you faster once he saw you were practically fighting the need to sleep so you could remain awake. He needed to get you to bed.
After wrapping you into a robe, Bucky placed his metal arm behind your knees and his other behind your arms, lifting you up before you could object.
“You didn’t have to carry me, Bucky,” you yawned, leaning your head on Bucky’s chest as he slowly and carefully carried you to your bed. “I’m not sleepy.”
“Of course you’re not,” Bucky softly laughed, gently laying you onto the bed once he reached it. He watched as you slowly curled up into a ball and raised your arm up for Bucky to lie next to you. Bucky shook his head and said, “I need to take a shower.”
You pouted and yawned once again. “I’ll wait for you.”
“Don’t wait for me,” Bucky smiled, leaning forward to tuck more loose strands of hair behind your ear. “You’re sleepy, get some rest.”
“I’m not sleepy,” you whined, yawning again and rubbing your eyes.
Bucky leaned closer and placed a gentle kiss on your lips. “Get some sleep, Doll.”
You smiled at him before closing your eyes and drifting off into a deep sleep. Bucky smiled to himself, content that you were receiving the rest you needed. Your movie could wait a while.
Summary: As the only Avenger that’s forced to wake up early every morning, you were a bit surprised to find Bucky in the kitchen early as well. Little did you know that one conversation would eventually turn you into a morning person.
Warnings: None
It was a Saturday morning and the sun decided to rise brighter and earlier than usual. Its rays of light filled your room, causing you to groan and flip onto your stomach. Your face slammed on your pillow, leaving you to muffle curses against it. Without removing your face from your pillow, you moved your hands around the bed in the hopes of finding your phone without lifting your head to see the sunlight. As your hands swept quickly across your sheets, your right hand fumbled with your phone and you raised it. Bracing yourself for the impact of the sunlight, you slowly raised your head and squinted at the time on your phone.
7:59, you thought. One minute before Tony’s stupid alarm blasts in my ears.
When you first became an Avenger, the team found out after a week that you took the longest to wake up and get out of bed in the morning. That’s why Tony set up an alarm for you an hour before everyone else wakes up.
You clutched the sides of your pillow and pressed them against your ears, knowing that the alarm would go off any second now.
Finally, it came.
“Wake up, you cranky bitch,” Tony’s voice blasted in your ears just like every morning. How did it always blast right near your ears? Well Tony, being the ass he is, built the alarm system right into the headboard of your bed. Fun.
You sighed and used the tiniest bit of energy existing within you to push yourself out of bed. Not caring about your appearance that much, you slid into slippers, pat down your hair, and wiped the the drool off of your face before heading out of your room.
As usual, you were the only Avenger awake. At least so you thought. You dragged yourself to the kitchen and sat yourself down on the swivel chair. You groaned and rested your elbows onto the counter, placing your face on your hands and shutting your eyes. You were at peace for several minutes until you heard somebody bang into something behind you.
You jumped in your seat and instantly turned around. You signed with belief when you saw it was just Bucky.
“Sorry,” Bucky mumbled. “I was trying to get to the coffee machine and I...stumbled.”
“That’s okay,” you smiled, nodding at the embarrassed man.
A few weeks ago, Bucky moved into the tower. His presence at first created tension around the team, especially around Tony, but soon everyone began to accept him. You were never once afraid around Bucky. He was actually quite shy around you because you were always so welcoming and friendly towards him. Besides Steve, you seemed to be the only person Bucky would feel comfortable around yet he acted so shy around you. That’s why you made it a mission for yourself to get Bucky to open up more to you everyday by starting a conversation without forcing him to talk to you.
Instead this time, he started the conversation first.
“You’re always up early,” Bucky suddenly spoke after a few moments of silence. “Why?”
You rolled your eyes at the thought of waking up early. “Well for starters, the sun has been pretty awful lately. It’s been horrible by brightening my room too early,” you scoffed, cringing at the thought of sunlight. “I just want to peacefully sleep without anything to bother me, but noooo.”
Your head snapped when you heard the sound of Bucky’s laugh. It was a soft and partly suppressed laugh and you grinned once you heard it. It made you feel determined to hear it again.
“Is there any other reason why you get up early?” Bucky questioned amusedly, leaning back against the counter and crossing his arms as if he was preparing to listen to a story.
“Unfortunately, yes,” you replied. “Tony built an alarm system into the headboard of my bed that goes off an hour before everyone gets up because it takes me a while to actually get out of bed.”
Bucky raised an eyebrow and shook his head with a small smile. His eyes filled with more amusement as he asked, “What did Tony program the alarm to sound like?”
You snorted and said, “It’s himself saying ‘Wake up, you cranky bitch.’”
That’s when Bucky burst out into a fit of deep laughter, shaking his head repeatedly from side to side. You laughed along with a fond expression on your face.
“So I take it that you’re not a morning person then,” Bucky said more as a statement rather than a question.
“Nope, but who knows?” you shrugged. “Maybe one day I’ll magically become one.”
Little did you know that your joke would become a reality.
Since that morning, you would look forward to getting out of bed because Bucky seemed to wake up early everyday after that one morning. You both would have these conversations that were great ways to start your days. Most of these conversations would of course be hilarious and odd, but they made you look forward to mornings. Who knew that Bucky Barnes could make you a morning person?
A/N: Thank you all for your support on the first part of Little Peter! I truly appreciate it. Here’s the second and final part!
Warnings: Just like two swear words I guess. Mentions of events from Endgame.
Summary: After not answering your texts or calls for a whole week, you demand for Tony to tell you where Peter is only to find out that he’s still his kid self.
You stepped on the gas pedal when the Avengers Compound came to your view, fury written all over your eyes. You slammed on the break and parked right in front of the building, not even caring that you almost crashed into Tony Stark’s car. You stepped out and marched towards the entrance. Tony saw you from the inside and immediately his eyes widened with fear.
“Oh shit,” he mumbled under his breath as he jogged to meet you outside. “Hey, (Y/N). What’s up?”
You crossed your arms and tapped your foot against the ground. “Where is he?”
Tony glanced at his watch, trying not to meet your glare. “Where is who?”
“Don’t play dumb with me, Tony,” you rolled your eyes. “Where is Peter? He hasn’t been answering my texts or calls for more than a week and knowing him, he’s probably here.”
Tony shrugged. “I don’t know where he is. Now why don’t you scurry off and-”
“You of all people should know where Peter is. Please just tell me,” you pleaded, laying off your anger.
Tony sensed the concern and worry radiating off of you and he softened. “Alright, promise me you won’t get mad.”
“You know I can’t promise tha-”
“We haven’t switched him back to his regular self,” Tony quickly said, avoiding your arms the moment they flung up.
“WHAT!” you screamed. “Tony, it’s been a whole week! You said you would fix this!”
Tony rubbed the back of neck with shame. “I know, I know. He just won’t cooperate with me,” he shrugged, swiftly turning around to walk back into the Compound.
You rolled your eyes and followed Tony into the building. Immediately you were greeted by a pair of arms wrapped around your waist. Any previous signs of your anger seemed to vanish as soon as your eyes landed on the boy who was giddily squeezing the life out of you. Tony noticed how tight Peter was squeezing you so he practically had to pry his arms off of you.
“Hiya (Y/N)!” Peter grinned once his arms were released from you, showing you his toothless grin that you had forgotten about.
You ruffled his brown curls. “Hey, Peter,” you smiled, crouching down to become eye level with him. “What have you been up to this past week?”
“Welllll,” Peter started, scrunching his face while he thought of where to start, “Mr. Stark has been telling me a lot of stories.”
You raised an eyebrow at Tony, who looked back at you with a smirk. “What kind of stories has Mr. Stark been telling you about?”
“They’re all about you,” Peter excitedly said, deciding to sit on the floor. “He talks about what we’re like in the future. My favorite story that he told me was about how he once saw me killing bugs for you as you threw your shoes at them.”
Your face burned up with embarrassment and you looked up to meet Tony’s amused eyes. “You saw that?”
“You bet,” Tony chuckled. “Have the whole thing recorded. Showed it to Barton and his earbuds basically broke because of your shrieking.”
You stood up and shook your head, using your left hand to cover how red your face was getting. Peter tugged on your right arm and shyly smiled.
“I’m gonna get something that Mr. Stark made me,” he announced, jumping up to dash down the hall.
You laughed and turned to raise an eyebrow at the man, but he looked lost in thought. “Tony?” you asked. “Everything okay?”
“There’s another reason why I’ve kept Peter this way,” Tony quietly confessed, looking behind you to make sure Peter wasn’t back yet. You motioned for him to continue and he said, “The kid saved me. After the fight with Thanos again, I was a mess. It was pathetic. When little Peter happened, well, I had to babysit him which was, first of all, annoying. I mean geez, the kid is more energetic than his usual self. He could run a marathon for God’s sake-”
You crossed your arms and narrowed your eyes. “What’s your point?”
Tony sighed and turned to sit on a nearby sofa. “Kids have this power to make you feel alive again. When this Peter came, he broke everything out of me so I was my real self. Then of course he would break my belongings and I would be upset, but he would laugh as if it’s all a big joke and all my anger disappears. It’s like he saves me from drifting off and becoming someone else.” Tony noticed that you were trying to absorb everything he was saying, but you still had this look of confusion on your face. “Look (Y/N), in these 5 years, we lost a lot. We lost Peter. I cried just as much as you did. Seeing him as a little kid, he just doesn’t know what happened. I guess it’s his innocence that kept my true self alive.”
You looked down and took in what Tony was saying. You hugged yourself and said, “Don’t get me wrong because I’m grateful that this all happened for you, but. .I had to go through this tough week without him by my side. I miss our Peter.”
“I know,” Tony replied, softly smiling at you. “I miss him too. I’ll fix everything today. In the mean time, you need to keep the kid some company so I can actually focus on something this week for once.”
For the past hour, Peter had been holding your hand and leading you around the Avengers Compound. During the little tour, Peter had been showing you around excitedly and not once did his smile fade. His energy had been so infectious to the point where you didn’t even know when was the last time your smile left your face while being in Peter’s presence.
Peter tugged on your hand and pointed to the room that stood before the both of you. “Mr. Stark said that this room is mine. He said I stay here a lot when I’m not at home or with you. I think you’ll like it in here.”
Together the both of you entered the room and you were in awe with how neat the room was. To the right of you were lap equipment that sat on the table nearest to the wall and they were all arranged. Peter’s notebooks were lined up on a bookshelf above the table. On the left lied a couch and a coffee table in front of it with papers neatly stacked atop. There was a TV nearby with another small bookshelf underneath it that held more notebooks. In the back of the room was a brown desk with more papers and a laptop. You were slightly offended that Peter managed to keep this whole room neat, but he couldn’t keep his actual room, heck even his laundry, neat like this in his apartment.
“Mr. Stark and I cleaned this room a while ago. It was really messy a few days ago,” Peter explained when he saw the shock registering on your face.
That explained a lot.
From the door, you noticed that there was a frame that sat on the desk. You made your way to the desk and picked up the frame with a smile.
The frame held two polaroids and they were both of you and Peter. One was a polaroid of the both of you snuggled against each other on a bench in Central Park during the winter. Peter wouldn’t allow you to leave your apartment without you completely bundled up with scarves, a hat, and a coat so you were cocooned with warmth. Peter was equally bundled as you, but you both were still shivering so you guys solved the solution by snuggling for warmth. A lady that sat across from you on another bench, randomly happened to have a polaroid camera with her. She thought that the both of you were absolutely adorable so she offered to take a picture of the scene. You remembered Peter panicking over keeping the polaroid in his jacket pocket so the lower temperatures wouldn’t stop the film from developing.
The second polaroid was from the first time you and Peter went roller skating. It was a total last minute thing that happened when you and Peter’s friends dragged you both along to the rink. You both were a complete mess, tripping multiple times and flailing your arms around. When you two got the hang of skating, MJ snapped a polaroid of the both of you skating and smiling while holding hands.
That’s when it really hit you with a pang in your heart. You really missed Peter. As much as you loved the younger version of him, you needed your version back.
“You miss him,” you heard Peter state from behind you. You turned to face him with a tear threatening to fall. “Older me.”
You nodded with a small smile. “Yeah, I do.” You turned back to face the frame, not knowing what to say to this Peter. You didn’t want him to think you didn’t like this younger self of him.
It was silent for a few moments until Peter broke the silence, “You’ll see him soon, (Y/N). I promise,” he proudly announced, enveloping his arms around you. You melted under his grip, but you suddenly frowned when you realized you couldn’t stay longer. “I’m sorry, Peter,” you apologized, giving him a sympathetic smile. “I have plans to eat out with my friends in an hour so I have to leave now.”
Peter grinned and tightened his grip around you. “That’s okay, (Y/N).”
You laughed and ruffled his hair, pulling away from the hug a few seconds later. “I’ll see you soon, yeah?”
“Yeah, really soon,” Peter enthusiastically replied, his smile bigger than ever.
By the time you arrived home at your apartment after hanging out with your friends, night had already fallen and you were exhausted. You pulled your keys out of your pocket and fumbled with the door’s lock. Your eyes were greeted by an unexpected attack of light once you pushed the door open. As your eyes adjusted to the light, you cautiously entered your apartment and closed the door behind you. It wasn’t like you to leave for the day without turning off the lights.
That’s when you heard something fall, really loud, from the direction of your bedroom.
You swiftly walked to your bedroom, with your phone ready in your hand just in case you needed to call the police. You gently placed your hand on the knob and quietly turned it. You creaked the door open and peaked through the space. There was a blanket covered lump on the floor beside your bed. What alarmed you was that this lump was the size of a human.
You pushed the door open more and you entered the room cautiously. You eyed the lump and made your way to it warily. You crouched down and grabbed the blanket, tossing the it off the figure.
The first thing you saw was a mop of brown hair and you laughed. “Peter, what are you doing here? You really got me scared for a second.” The mop of brown hair popped up and the figure turned its head to face you. “PETER? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?” you exclaimed with excitement. It was your Peter. The Peter that had been gone for a while now and the Peter that you had been missing.
Peter raised an eyebrow and scratched the back of his neck. “Didn’t you just ask that?”
Not even bothering to answer his question, you flung yourself to Peter and squeezed him into a hug. Peter laughed and tightened his arms around you. You smiled and rested your head onto his chest. “I missed you so much,” you whispered, listening to the sound of his heartbeat.
You felt Peter shake with laughter. “You missed me that much, huh?”
You sat up and shook your head with annoyance. “Peter, you were gone for a week. Maybe a little bit longer than that. That’s the longest we’ve ever been apart in our relationship so it felt really new to me.”
“Oh, right,” Peter replied, widening his eyes with realization. “I’m sorry, baby,” he apologized, rubbing your back with a frown. His smile lit up after several moments and he laughed. “Mr. Stark told me that you met my younger self.”
“I did,” you smiled, recalling everything that happened with him. “He’s really sweet and incredibly adorable.”
“Hmm,” Peter grinned, pulling you to his chest again, “he sounds just like me. Would you mind telling me what happened while I was gone?”
“Of course,” you replied, “as long as you tell me what you did.” Peter agreed and together you delved deeper into the night while listening and telling each other your stories.
Little Peter was AMAZING! I love it so much can you please make a part 2?!💕💕💕
Thank you so much! I honestly didn’t like it that much and I didn’t believe that it would receive the amount of attention that it did. I’m still shocked that everyone seemed to enjoy it. Of course I can make a part 2!
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