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YN STARK x PETER PARKER- “You and me”

Summary: Yn and Peter being besties/siblings/soulmates

Morning Chaos

The tower was quiet.

Too quiet.

Which was always suspicious.

“NO—NO—DON’T TOUCH THAT—”

Crash.

“…There it is,” Tony Stark muttered from the hallway.

Inside the lab—

You were halfway across the room—

“…I told you not to press it—”

“I didn’t press it—” Peter Parker said.

“You absolutely pressed it—”

“It was already glowing—”

“That’s when you don’t press it—”

A pause.

“…Oh.”

You stared at him.

“…You’re unbelievable.”

“…You love me.”

“…I do not—”

“…You do.”

You sighed—

Then laughed anyway.

Lab Mode

Ten minutes later—

It was like nothing had happened.

You were both back at the table—

Focused.

Locked in.

“Wait—if we reroute this—”

“…It’ll stabilise—yeah—”

Your hands moved quickly—

Passing tools without looking—

Finishing each other’s thoughts—

Across the room—

“…They didn’t even argue about that,” Bruce Banner said.

“…They don’t argue when it matters,” Steve Rogers replied.

Tony watched quietly.

“…They think the same way.”

Pizza

You both collapsed onto the sofa.

Pizza in hand.

“…You took my slice,” Peter said.

“…No I didn’t.”

“…You absolutely did.”

“…That looks like your problem.”

He leaned over—

Trying to grab it—

You shoved him away.

“…Personal space—”

“…You’re literally on my side of the sofa—”

“…There are no sides—”

“…There are definitely sides—”

You both ended up laughing—

Pizza forgotten.

Game Night

“Again.”

“…You just lost.”

“…Best of five.”

“…We’ve already done five.”

“…Best of seven.”

Peter stared at you.

“…You’re making this up.”

“…I am.”

“…I respect it.”

Across the room—

“…They’ve been doing this for an hour,” Clint Barton said.

“…No one intervene,” Natasha replied.

“…Why?”

“…It’s entertaining.”

Mission Flashback

It wasn’t always like this.

Not always easy.

“LEFT—”

“I SEE IT—”

Gunfire.

Movement.

Fast.

Peter stumbled—

“I’m good—”

“You’re not—”

You grabbed him—

Pulling him back—

Taking the hit instead.

“Y/N—”

“I’m fine—MOVE—”

Seconds later—

He did the same.

“NOT HAPPENING—”

Even then—

Even there—

You trusted each other completely.

Because you always had.

Later—

Back in the tower.

You sat on the floor—

Back against the sofa.

Peter dropped down beside you.

“…We almost died,” he said.

“…We didn’t.”

A pause.

“…Yeah.”

Silence.

Then—

“…You scared me,” he added.

You glanced at him.

“…You scared me too.”

A beat.

“…We’re okay,” you said.

“…We always are.”

You smiled slightly.

“…Because we’ve got each other.”

“…Always.”

Five minutes later—

“DO NOT—”

“I’M DOING IT—”

“PETER—”

Too late.

Whatever he pressed—

Exploded.

Not dangerous—

Just—

Glitter.

Everywhere.

Silence.

Then—

You both burst out laughing.

“…This is your fault—”

“…This is definitely your fault—”

“…I told you not to press it—”

“…It was glowing—”

“…THAT’S THE PROBLEM—”

Across the room—

Tony stared.

“…I’m shutting the lab down.”

“…No you’re not,” you said immediately.

“…No I’m not,” he admitted.

———————

It always ended the same way.

You didn’t plan it.

Never did.

You were sitting side by side—

Talking.

About nothing.

Everything.

“And then—wait—listen—”

“I am listening—”

Your voice slowed.

Peter’s did too.

“…We should—finish—”

“…Yeah…”

Silence.

Your head leaned against his shoulder.

His head rested lightly against yours.

And just like that—

You both fell asleep.

They found you like that.

Of course they did.

Curled into each other—

Completely comfortable.

“…They’re ridiculous,” Clint said.

“…They’re close,” Steve corrected.

Tony stood there—

Watching.

“…They’ll be alright.”

A pause.

“…Yeah,” Natasha said.

“…They’ve got each other.”

And that—

That was enough.

Because no matter what happened—

No matter how bad things got—

No matter how much the world changed—

It would always come back to this.

Laughter.

Chaos.

Trust.

You.

And him.

Even in your sleep—

You shifted slightly—

Gripping his sleeve.

And he didn’t move away.

Never did.

Because some things—

You didn’t question.

You just knew.

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YN x Loki- Wife

Summary: Loki accidentally calls yn his wife

It was normal.

Completely normal.

Or at least—

It started that way.

“…You cannot seriously think that is efficient,” Loki said.

“…I literally just did it,” you replied.

“…And it took you twice as long.”

“…It worked.”

“…Eventually.”

You crossed your arms.

“…You’re being annoying.”

“…You’re being stubborn.”

“…I’m right.”

“…You are tolerable.”

“…Tolerable?”

“…On occasion.”

“…Wow.”

Loki exhaled—

Just slightly—

“…You are impossible, my—”

A pause.

Everything slowed.

“…wife.”

Silence.

Immediate.

Complete.

THE ROOM DIES

You froze.

“…I’m—what?”

Across the room—

Everything stopped again.

“…NO—” Tony Stark.

“NOT AGAIN—” Sam Wilson.

“WE JUST RECOVERED—” Clint Barton.

“…You said WHAT?” Peter Parker.

You didn’t move.

Didn’t blink.

“…You just—”

You pointed at him.

“…you just said—”

For once—

He stopped.

Actually stopped.

A pause.

“…That was not intentional.”

“…YOU DON’T ACCIDENTALLY SAY THAT,” Sam shouted.

“…TWICE—” Clint added.

“…This is a pattern,” Natasha said calmly.

“…There seems to be a recurring linguistic—” Bruce Banner started.

“…NO,” everyone said.

“…You’re digging a hole,” Bucky Barnes said.

“…I am aware.”

“…And you’re still digging.”

“…Yes.”

“BROTHER—”

Thor was thriving.

“YOU SPEAK FROM THE HEART—”

“…Thor, stop,” you said faintly.

“…It is clear—”

“…THOR—”

“No—no—no—no—NO—”

Tony was pacing again.

“We are NOT skipping to THIS—”

“…We are not skipping anything,” you said weakly.

“…HE SAID WIFE—”

“…I heard him—”

“…I DIDN’T LIKE IT—”

“…You’re not denying it again,” Natasha said.

You froze.

“…I am—”

A pause.

“…I am.”

“…You’re not convincing.”

“…I’m trying.”

“…Poorly.”

The noise faded—

Just slightly.

Because now—

This wasn’t just chaos.

This was something else.

——————————————————————

JUST YOU AND HIM

You looked at him.

“…You didn’t mean that.”

A pause.

“…Not consciously.”

“…That’s worse.”

A faint breath—

“…Perhaps.”

You swallowed slightly.

“…Why does that keep happening?”

Silence.

A real one this time.

“…Because,” he said quietly,

“…it is not as far from the truth as I pretend it is.”

That—

That hit.

————————————————————————-

“NO—WE ARE NOT DOING THIS AGAIN—” Tony shouted.

The room exploded—

“YOU CAN’T JUST SAY THAT—”

“WE NEED A SYSTEM—”

“THIS IS ESCALATING—”

You stepped back.

Still processing.

“…I need—”

You didn’t finish.

Just turned—

Walking out.

Because this time—

It wasn’t just embarrassing.

It meant something.

Behind you—

Loki didn’t follow.

But his gaze—

Stayed.

Because now—

He couldn’t pretend it was nothing.

Not anymore.

End.

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Y/N Stark x Loki- Falling

Summary: A genius Stark daughter and the God of Mischief clash, challenge each other, and slowly form a dangerous connection neither of them expected

You hated gods.

Not in the dramatic, existential way people usually meant. No—you hated them in the specific way someone hates a person who has personally inconvenienced their life.

Gods meant chaos.

Gods meant New York almost falling apart.

Gods meant your dad not sleeping for weeks afterward.

And gods meant Loki.

You leaned back in your chair in the Avengers compound lab, spinning a screwdriver between your fingers. A holographic interface flickered in front of you—half code, half chaos, entirely your doing.

“FRIDAY, run that simulation again.”

“Running,” the AI replied calmly.

The projection shifted.

Explosion.

Failure.

Again.

You groaned. “Oh come on—why does everything explode in this place?”

A voice behind you answered, smooth as silk and entirely unwelcome.

“Perhaps because Midgardian technology lacks… elegance.”

You froze.

Slowly turned.

And there he was.

Loki.

Standing like he owned the place, hands clasped behind his back, dressed in dark green and black like a walking bad decision.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” you said flatly.

He tilted his head. “And yet, here I am.”

“Great. Love that for me.”

Loki had been staying—detained, technically—at the compound for weeks now. Some sort of uneasy alliance. Something about “rehabilitation,” which you were pretty sure was code for we don’t trust you but we don’t want you unsupervised either.

You had avoided him. Successfully.

Until now.

He stepped closer, eyeing your work. “What is this?”

“Something way out of your league,” you shot back.

A smirk tugged at his lips. “Bold words for someone whose creation appears to be self-destructing.”

You slammed a key. “It’s not self-destructing. It’s… aggressively recalibrating.”

“Ah. Of course.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Don’t you have something better to do? Like… brood dramatically in a corner?”

“I was bored.”

“Go be bored somewhere else.”

“No.”

You stared at him.

He stared back.

And annoyingly—you realized—he wasn’t backing down.

“Why are you here?” you asked.

“Curiosity.”

“About what?”

“You.”

You blinked.

“…Me?”

“Yes.” His gaze sharpened. “The daughter of Tony Stark. Genius, if the whispers are true. Sharp-tongued. Difficult.”

“Wow,” you deadpanned. “You’ve really done your research.”

“And yet,” he continued, ignoring the sarcasm, “you avoid me.”

“Yeah. That’s not a mystery.”

“Enlighten me.”

You stood up, crossing your arms. “You attacked New York. My home. My dad nearly died because of you. So yeah—if I don’t exactly want to chat over tea, I think that’s reasonable.”

Something flickered in his expression.

Gone in a second.

“Ah,” he said quietly. “Still holding onto that.”

“Yeah,” you snapped. “Funny how consequences work.”

There was silence.

Not awkward.

Not exactly.

Just… heavy.

Then Loki did something unexpected.

He stepped closer—but not in a threatening way.

In a curious way.

“You are not what I expected.”

You frowned. “What did you expect?”

“Someone softer,” he said. “Someone who would rely on her father’s name.”

You scoffed. “Please. I’ve spent my whole life trying not to be just ‘Tony Stark’s daughter.’”

“And yet,” Loki murmured, circling slightly, “you carry his fire.”

“Yeah?” you said, raising an eyebrow. “And what do you carry? Besides a superiority complex?”

He chuckled.

Actually chuckled.

“Touché.”

You didn’t know when the shift happened.

Maybe it was that conversation.

Maybe it was the next one.

Or the one after that.

But somehow—despite every logical reason not to—you started… talking to him.

It started small.

Snarky comments.

Arguments about science vs magic.

You refusing to admit magic made any sense.

Him refusing to admit your tech impressed him.

(It absolutely did.)

One night, you found him in the lab again.

Of course you did.

“You’re becoming a problem,” you said, walking in.

He didn’t look up from the holographic projection. “Am I?”

“Yes. This is my lab.”

“And yet, here I am.”

“You’re really stuck on that line, huh?”

You paused when you noticed what he was looking at.

Your project.

The one that kept failing.

“…What are you doing?” you asked slowly.

“Observing.”

“You don’t understand half of that.”

“Perhaps not,” he said calmly. “But I understand patterns. Energy. Instability.”

You hesitated.

“…And?”

He gestured. “Your issue is not the design. It is the balance.”

You crossed your arms. “Explain.”

And he did.

Not in equations.

Not in code.

But in concepts.

Magic concepts.

Energy flow.

Control versus chaos.

You hated how much it made sense.

Hours later—

“Wait—wait, run it again,” you said.

The simulation restarted.

This time—

It worked.

Perfectly.

You stared at the screen.

Then at him.

“…I hate that you were right.”

He smiled, soft and almost—almost—gentle. “You’re welcome.”

That was the moment everything changed.

You started seeking him out.

Not on purpose.

(Okay, maybe a little on purpose.)

He challenged you.

Pushed you.

Saw things differently.

And for the first time in a long time, someone wasn’t just treating you like Tony Stark’s daughter.

He treated you like… you.

One evening, you found yourselves on the balcony overlooking the city.

Lights glittered below.

Wind soft around you.

“You don’t belong here,” Loki said suddenly.

You glanced at him. “That’s a bit rich coming from you.”

“I mean it,” he said. “You are… more.”

You leaned against the railing. “You don’t even know me.”

“I know enough.”

“Oh yeah? Enlighten me, oh wise god.”

He stepped closer.

Too close.

“You are brilliant,” he said softly. “But you hide behind sarcasm. You pretend not to care—but you care deeply. You fear becoming your father… and yet you admire him more than anyone.”

Your breath caught.

“…Stop.”

“Why?” he asked gently.

“Because you’re not supposed to see that.”

“And yet,” he murmured, echoing his earlier words, “here I am.”

You looked away.

Heart racing.

“Why do you care?” you asked quietly.

There was a pause.

Long.

Heavy.

Then—

“Because,” Loki said, voice lower now, “you see me, too.”

You turned back to him.

Slowly.

“That’s different.”

“Is it?”

“Yes,” you insisted. “You’re—”

“A villain?” he offered.

“…complicated.”

He smiled faintly. “As are you.”

You didn’t realize how close you were until you felt it.

The shift.

The tension.

The pull.

“Loki—” you started.

But you didn’t finish.

Because he kissed you.

It wasn’t soft.

It wasn’t gentle.

It was charged.

Like lightning and fire colliding.

You should have pushed him away.

You didn’t.

When you finally pulled back, breathless, your first instinct was—

“This is a terrible idea.”

“Undoubtedly,” he agreed.

“Like, genuinely awful.”

“Catastrophic.”

You looked at him.

“…Do you regret it?”

He didn’t hesitate.

“No.”

You exhaled slowly.

“Yeah,” you said. “Me neither.”

Of course, nothing stayed simple.

It never did.

You were an Avenger’s daughter.

He was Loki.

There were arguments.

Tension.

Moments where you wondered if trusting him was a mistake.

Moments where he pulled away, like he didn’t deserve this—you.

One night, you found him packing.

Your stomach dropped.

“You’re leaving.”

It wasn’t a question.

He didn’t look at you. “Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because this—” he gestured between you “—is dangerous.”

“Everything is dangerous,” you snapped.

“This is different.”

“Yeah,” you said, stepping closer. “It is. Because it matters.”

He froze.

“You don’t get to decide for me,” you continued. “You don’t get to push me away because you think you’re protecting me.”

“I am protecting you.”

“No,” you said firmly. “You’re running.”

Silence.

Then—

“Perhaps I am,” he admitted.

You softened slightly.

“…Loki.”

He finally looked at you.

And for once—there was no mask.

No arrogance.

Just… him.

“I don’t know how to do this,” he said quietly.

You stepped closer.

“That’s okay,” you said. “Neither do I.”

You took his hand.

Warm.

Real.

“Stay,” you said.

For a moment, you thought he wouldn’t.

Then—

He squeezed your hand.

“…Very well.”

You smiled.

“Good. Because I just fixed that energy system and I still need your annoying magical input.”

He smirked. “Ah, so that’s why you want me.”

“Obviously.”

But when he pulled you closer—

When his forehead rested against yours—

You both knew that wasn’t the only reason.

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Yn Stark’s Relationship with the other avengers

Tony Stark- Everyone said that yn and Tony were just alike. They were definitely the most iconic father daughter duo in the world. Same hair and features, same charm, same sarcasm, same intelligence, same badass sunglasses. They’d spend days down in the lab surviving on takeaway, and nights lying on top of each other on the sofa falling asleep during their 500th Star Wars movie marathon. Their stubbornness may lead to big fights but eventually they’d make up (without surrender or an apology from either side). It is clear to everyone that they have a special bond: father-daughter, best friends, business partners and occasional enemies. Yn was the only person that Tony truly loved and he knew he would never let anything happen her.

Natasha Romanoff- Yn sees Natasha as a cool older sister. She’s the woman that taught her how to fight and fend for herself. Natasha was the person who yn would go to when she needed advice about school, boys or girl stuff. Because yn grew up without a mum Natasha stepped in a lot and Tony was extremely grateful. As the girls of the compound they had a lot of fun and enjoyed poking fun at the boys.

Steve Rogers- Uncle Steve had been obsessed with yn from the moment he met her as a little girl. He was like a second Dad. He made sure yn was safe and comfortable and never liked letting her out of his sight. He would tell yn all about his days in the war and loved her to death. Steve was the most reluctant to let yn join them on missions and to this day he still gets extremely nervous about it.

Bruce Banner- Uncle Bruce is yn’s strong voice of reason in the chaos of the avengers tower. He’s the one that yn goes to for words of wisdom and encouragement. Bruce is intrigued by yn, her confidence and intelligence, he’s convinced that she’ll run the world one day. Bruce also comes down to the lab with yn and Tony sometimes but is always shocked by the way they work and often though he’s hate to admit it cannot keep up. Thor- Thor and yn together unsupervised is not a good idea. You can guarantee those two will get themselves into trouble in a matter of seconds. Whether it’s emptying the compound fridge and building a fort or flying around New York City seeing how far they can throw mjornir you know they’ll be up to something stupid. Yn also caught the curiosity of the god. He insist on taking her with him to Asgard; the people love her.

Clint Barton- In the compound yn and Clint had a known rivalry. Pranks. Clint would try to scare yn by jumping out the vents then yn would strike back a couple days later by replacing his normal arrows with ones that exploded in glitter. It was endless, a constant back and forth battle between the two and the other avengers were not happy about it (except Thor he would join in sometimes too). However, sometimes yn and Clint liked to switch it up by combining forces to prank the others, these were the absolute worst days in the compound. No matter the end result in any prank they’d end up on the floor in fits of giggles. Clint always knew he wanted a daughter like yn.

Peter Parker- Yn and Peter are well known best friends. They are constantly laughing and giggling in corners of the tower. Peter and Yn spend a lot of time together whether it be in the lab making new web launchers for his suit or making a stupid Dave and doing karaoke to frozen in the living room. But you know that the minute yn is feeling upset Peter will be beside her in an instant with a tub of ice cream and a pair of open arms.

Loki- Yn and Loki had developed an unusual friendship over the last months. They were both a bit quiet and shy at first but now it’s impossible to stop them from talking. Their discussions delve into the depths of their minds and they have created a space where they both feel respected and vulnerable. With Loki and yn it’s the small gestures that count, they leave little notes in the margins of books they borrowed or write letters to one another. This is what makes their friendship so beautiful. Yn unlocked a side of Loki that only she and Frigga have seen.

Everyone loves Yn in the compound and they’d do anything to protect her.