You have the best wizard-dad ever. He lets you have the tallest tower with the best view of his territory, gives you all these big dragons as pets, and keeps you safe from the outside world. So why are these strangers trying to take you away and calling him “evil”?
Summary: Tony has declared another night for team bonding, dragging everyone to a karaoke bar. It's here that Bucky meets you and possibly finds a real connection with someone he's been missing for a while.
Warnings: none
A/N: One of the last prompt fills I had for Bucky Barnes Birthday Bingo, which was a singer AU. This story ended up being a lot of fun to write.
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Bucky scowled as another overly drunk patron knocked into him while trying to escape the crowded bar.
He'd taken up residence in that corner as soon as the Avengers group arrived, not wanting to partake in this evening's festivities but not having much choice. At least, they hadn't tried to pry him from his spot since they'd settled in the booth across the way. If he tried hard enough, he could make out their various conversations over the loudness of the bar.
Several screens sat high on the bar's walls.
While one might've expected sports to be playing, that wasn't the case here. No, they each displayed in perfect sync the words of some song being butchered from one person or another. Well, not all of them, but a decent number of them.
Bucky had learned from his years under HYDRA's thumb to tune out the background noise. It helped when a particularly pitchy or off-key singer made their way to the stage. He could ignore their poor attempts to sing whatever Top 40 hit they fancied at the moment.
It was just as well, too.
He had no interest in participating in this latest team bonding exercise that Tony had thought up.
No, he wouldn't be here at all if Steve hadn't asked him to consider trying something new with the team. Just once, his best friend had asked. It was those blasted puppy eyes Steve tossed his way that did Bucky in, and his best friend knew it. The punk!
Applause rose up around him, drowning out the last notes the singer belted in a high screech.
"Is it terrible that I'm glad that's over?"
Bucky glanced up and met your sheepish expression. He couldn't say when you'd moved onto the stool next to his, but he wished he had. Your eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief even though your expression retained a slight grimace. He had no doubt it was the result of the last singer who'd tried their hand at some song he couldn't begin to name.
His silence didn't seem to bother you as you added, "Journey deserves better than that, especially such a classic as Don't Stop Believin'."
"I'll take your word for it. First time hearing it that I can recall."
You studied him then. Your eyes seemed to miss nothing as you started at the top of his shortened hair to the leather jacket that he'd finally broken in to accommodate his prosthetic and the gloved covering it up. They didn't linger there too long but instead continued down to his worn jeans and well-scuffed boots.
His breath caught as he waited your judgment, sensing you weren't the type to hold back.
Whatever he had been expecting, it wasn't what you said next.
"I can see that. So, what do think you'll sing tonight?"
He couldn't help it. His jaw dropped open for a moment before he managed to snap it shut, scowling and scoffing as he sputtered, "Who said I would be singing anything?"
"Well, three things actually," you said with a smirk sliding across your lips. With a nod of your head, you motioned toward his group of friends. "One, I overheard them. They're not leaving until they get you on that stage. I think the large blonde is trying to talk them out of it, but he's being quickly overruled."
Bucky dared a glance in that direction where he found Tony and Sam arguing with Steve. The others lounged around them with varying degrees of amusement on their face. At one point, he caught Nat's eye, who had the audacity to wink at him.
Gulping, he turned back to you and asked, "What's the second?"
"Two, it's a tradition for all newcomers to sing at least one song before last call. I'm friends with the owner, so I have it on good authority that you and your group have never been here before. After all, it's not every day that the Avengers go somewhere without being noticed."
Well, that certainly regained his attention. It couldn't help crossing his mind that Tony had known this tradition before even suggesting this place for the group. In fact, he had no doubts that Tony had done this deliberately to put Bucky and the others outside their comfort zone. It would be amusing for the billionaire who had little shame when it came to making spectacles.
As if to prove Bucky right, the emcee's voice came over the sound system. "All right, all you lovelies. Time for another potential to take their turn. Let's give it up for Steve and Natasha. They'll be singing…"
Bucky tuned out the rest as a horrible feeling settled in his middle. Knots twisted and turned. He feared he might embarrass himself in front of you, relieving himself of the two beers he'd been sipping the past hour.
Your hand came to rest over his. Light but there. The sensation sparked something within him that he hadn't felt in so many years, so many decades. An electric zap that reminded him he was alive, that he was human.
His gaze shot up to meet yours.
A sweet smile rested on your lips instead of your earlier smirk. Your fingers rubbed soft, soothing patterns against his until he unclenched the fist he'd made.
"Breathe in," you said in the softest tone, simulating your words until he did what you said. Smiling wider, you nodded, saying, "Good. Now, breathe out."
The air whooshed out of him faster than it probably should've, but you didn't stop smiling or whispering praise. You kept it instead until his breathing evened out once more.
"You okay?"
It took him a moment before he managed to nod. "Yeah. Thanks."
"It's not a problem." You spared a glance at the table where his friends sat. A slight frown took over your smile, but it disappeared as soon as you turned back to him. "You don't have to do this if you really don't want to. The owners made the tradition to push people out of their comfort zones, but it's only for those who truly want to. It's not meant to be a 'do or die' kind of thing."
The sincerity in your voice made it easier for Bucky to admit, "I haven't sang since my sister was little. She's the only one who ever heard me. It was the only way she'd go to sleep for a time."
There went your smile lighting you up again. It reached your eyes, too, giving them a sparkle that just drew him in. It made him want to keep telling you secrets. He couldn't say he liked that you already had this power over him, but he couldn't say that he disliked it, either.
"You must've been really good then. Kids can be the most brutal critics."
Something between a huff and a laugh escaped him as he regarded you. It would've been enough to embarrass him if you hadn't looked at him with a hint of triumph for getting him to make such a sound. He almost wanted to do it again if it meant he kept your attention a little longer.
*****
Oh, you were having too much fun with your new seatmate.
It wasn't like you hadn't recognized him the moment he'd walked into the karaoke bar that your friends ran. No, he'd captivated you since that first moment, and you'd been seeking out a chance to talk to him. That moment had come when the seat next to him opened up. It certainly helped that any other hopefuls for his attention had been turned off by his deep scowl and clear body language to back off.
Not you though.
You'd seen the sadness and discomfort that kept him so rigid. All you'd wanted was a way to ease some of that from him. Even if you only succeeded for a moment. It helped that you hadn't lied about overhearing his group of friends. That had been your way in, and you'd taken it.
Now, you sat and watched as he nearly laughed at the small joke you made. A part of you preened at being able to get that noise from him. You wanted to do it again and again. The only thing that could possibly top it would be a real laugh from him. Though, you'd take what you could get.
Hoots and hollers for an encore followed the closing notes of the song Captain America and Black Widow had just sang.
Glancing at the stage, you couldn't help but chuckle at the bright red flush that lit up the poor Captain's face even as Widow took her bow. She had quite the confidence that most would envy. A confidence that had taken you years to master yourself.
"Maybe once Steve's cheeks return to a natural color, we can sing you another song," Natasha promised even as she led said Steve from the stage area.
So many tipsy ladies made inappropriate comments as he passed by, but then you couldn't blame them. He was quite handsome. If only you preferred blondes, then you might've joined them.
But no, you preferred them tall, dark, and broody. Much like the man seated next to you who'd just begun to relax. It was enough to keep you glued to your own seat. You wanted to see him fully relaxed and enjoying himself, even if the setting wasn't ideal for him.
"What's the third thing?" he asked as the emcee called up the next singer.
You sipped your drink, savoring the sweetness before you turned your best coy smile on him. "Well, three is you have me. It's a known fact that duets are easier than solo acts. If you'll sing with me, it'll be a win-win for you."
"How so?"
There was that upturned curve again at his mouth. Oh, what you wouldn't give to make sure he did that and more every day you could.
Schooling your features to ensure the coyness wasn't overshadowed by your eagerness, you continued, "Well, for one, it'll get your more enthusiastic friends off your back. For the other, if you do decide to sing with you, I'll make sure to sing a solo just for you. I'll even make sure it's a song I know you've heard before. Do we have a deal?"
You held out your hand for him to shake, even arching a brow to go with your challenge.
He studied your hand for a moment before he met your gaze again. He met your brow with one of his own as he asked, "How do I know you're any good? How do I know you're not setting me up?"
"Guess you'll have to trust me enough to sing with me," you countered.
"Trust doesn't come easy for me."
What you'd learned about Bucky Barnes from the media and your own bit of rabbit hole diving one evening was enough to sober you. Softening your voice, you said, "You can trust me. It's not my style to make others look bad. At least, not someone who doesn't deserve it."
His gaze studied you another long moment before his hand slid into yours. Only the slightest hesitation remained in the smallest tremor that no one but you would've ever noticed. It took everything in you not to beam at him. His willingness to trust you had butterflies taking wing within you.
"Don't make me regret this," he mumbled.
You shook your head. "I won't."
*****
Bucky figured he'd have a few more minutes, but the emcee called his name. So much for working himself up into a braver version of himself.
Hoots and hollers came from the table behind him. Tony and Sam catcalled and teased in their respective ways. They would've been grating if your hand hadn't slipped into his, walking at his side to the stage. Their jeers and catcalls ended on gasps even as Steve gave an encouraging shout. Nat's wolf whistle had heat blazing across his cheeks.
The emcee shot you an amused glance as he amended his introduction to include you.
"Well, I couldn't let my new friend do this all on his lonesome, now could I?" you teased the emcee, taking the microphone he offered you. Leaning in, you whispered your song choice in the emcee's ear, earning you a head shake, soft laughter shaking the man's shoulders.
In moments, another one was set in Bucky's hand, and he was stood facing the large crowd.
His hand tensed in yours. He knew it. The soft gasp you let out because of the increased pressure overrode the pounding in his ears. His own breathing picked up though he did his best to stopper it, to not make a spectacle of himself.
A hand. Your hand, warm and soft, grazed his cheek.
His gaze slammed into yours. He met your soft smile and your softer voice as you encouraged him to breathe.
"Eyes on me, gorgeous. Just keep your eyes on me or the screen. We'll get through this together."
He squeezed his eyes shut a moment, his breath shuddering through him.
It took him another moment before he nodded.
You beamed at him, which made it all the more worth it.
He could do this. He'd do this. For you.
"Alright, everyone. I hope you're having a great evening so far," you said to the crowd, earning several cheers. "My new friend here was kind enough to let me sing with him. We're going to be singing a song I've been holding close to my heart for a while now. Never found the right partner to sing it until tonight. I hope you'll all enjoy."
The beginning notes started to play.
You met his gaze with a steadiness that made him stand a little taller. Your soft smile had him wanting to prove himself worthy in ways he hadn't thought about since before the war.
"Ready?" you whispered as the first words appeared on the screen. Pink slowly rolled over them as you sang, "We were strangers, starting out on a journey…"
Bucky stalled, staring at you as your sweet voice rang clear. Nothing could've prepared for your sweet voice, perfectly on key and so melodious, that he could almost envision wrapping it around himself. He never wanted to not hear you sing again. It filled him with a longing and an acceptance that he didn't frankly know what to do with.
It took you nudging him to realize the color on the screen had switched to blue.
His voice came out softer than he intended, searching for that cadence he'd long forgotten yet remained a part of him despite everything. He tried not to stare too hard at you as he sang, "No one told me, I was going to find you / Unexpected, what you did to my heart…"
Your soft gasp grabbed his attention and held it. While your eyes had widened with some surprise, they soon shifted, crinkling at the sides as you grinned at him. Your surprise was evident, but it didn't seem like you were in the least upset. No, you seemed almost pleased with his voice. It took everything in him to keep paying attention to the words on the screen, not on you.
That was never more true when your voice blended with his as you both sang, "And life is a road that I wanna keep going / Love is a river, I wanna keep flowing…"
Everything wrong in his world righted itself as you two made your way through the song.
He hadn't a clue where the song came from, but he wanted to. He wanted to know everything about you and what made you tick. Your likes and dislikes. What's made you smile and what's made you cry. He wanted to know it all, and he wanted you to know him. At least, the parts of him that he could recall clearly.
More than anything, he really wanted to make sure you kept beaming at him as you two sang the final lines of the song, "In the end I wanna be standing / At the beginning with you."
The cheers and applause that followed could never measure up to the proud smile you gave him. They could never compare to the quick press of your lips to his cheek as you whispered, "Thank you for trusting me."
*****
If anyone would've asked you if you believed in love at first sight, you would've laughed in their face.
Now though, you couldn't help wondering if it were possible for someone to fall in love at first note.
You'd had a sneaking suspicion that Bucky Barnes could sing based on his minute reactions to the others that got up on stage that night. Nothing, and you meant nothing, could've prepared you for how well he could actually sing. His voice blended with yours in ways that you'd always hoped to find in someone. It was the voice you'd heard in your dreams for so many years, but you'd never dared to hope you might actually find.
Now, here he was standing in front of you.
Everything in you begged him not to go, even as he led you from the stage and back towards his friends.
"Where did that come from, Terminator?" Tony asked, obviously shell-shocked. No doubt he'd been hoping to rib on Bucky, but that had been thwarted. "I feel like critical information has been missing from your file. That needs to rectified immediately."
You bit back a snort when his glare shifted to Steve Rogers.
"I blame you for keeping yet another secret from us," Tony accused, confirming your suspicions about his new target.
Steve shook his head. "I had no idea myself. He's kept that under his hat, even from me."
"Ah, man, who cares if the man can sing?" Sam shouted over the crowd. "I'm more upset he got such a superstar to sing with him. She's a real beauty, too. It's so unfair."
You laughed. "I'm not a superstar."
"Not a superstar, yeah, okay," Sam scoffed while the others stared at you. "You've got almost a million subscribers on YouTube, and you were runner-up on the last season of American Idol. Not a superstar. She's got jokes, this one."
The way Bucky's hand tightened on yours had you almost afraid to see his reaction.
You just knew it would break you if he looked at you with anything like disdain or betrayal. It wasn't that you meant to tease him or keep your status a secret, but it'd been nice to simply be yourself with someone. You couldn't recall the last time someone didn't want something from you.
Bucky leaned into your space so his voice wouldn't carry as he said, "You really meant it when you said you weren't setting me up. Thank you."
"Anytime, gorgeous," you whispered back.
"Enough of this mushy stuff you two are doing," Tony called out when you and Bucky had been staring at each other for several long moments. "Time for another round. Join us, superstar. We must hear more about you and how you knew Tin Man would be a good singing partner."
"Only if it's okay with Bucky here. I'm not about to invade his space more than I already have."
Bucky tugged you closer to his side before he offered you the seat closest to Steve before taking the one next to it. "Invade my space all you'd like, doll."
The nickname had your cheeks heating up. It wasn't one you heard all that often nowadays, but it suited Bucky in a way that the modern ones wouldn't. Hearing it from him, it made you almost giddy. You could only hope that he'd continue to call you that should you see him again after that night.
*****
The night out had turned out far better than Bucky ever thought it would. He had you to thank for that.
His friends had welcomed you. It helped that you quickly learned how to handle each of them.
You joked with Sam in a flirtatious way that left no doubt you were merely having fun. The same flirting went on between you and Nat as well. Or it did until Sam begged you both to quit for fear Steve's face would actually catch fire. Bucky had been more than amused at his friend's state. To see Steve so flustered but clearly enjoying himself was something Bucky always wished for his best friend.
Barbs flew between you and Tony that nearly always hit their marks. To see Tony concede to you after your latest lob had Bucky's eyes widening. Never had he thought to see such a thing.
Even with all the attention you showed his friends, you never failed to keep most of it on him and making sure he stayed involved in the conversation in some way or another. It didn't matter if it dropped to a private level or remained a public one. You just had some innate way to make him feel included and important. He didn't know anyone had ever done that with him before. Pre-war maybe, but he couldn't recall a single girl back then that held a candle to you.
He'd almost forgotten about your other part of the deal until the emcee said, "All right, ladies and gents. It's time for our last song of the night. Please, give it up to our lovely Meadowlark as she sings us out of here."
"Guess that's my cue." You pushed to your feet and made your way towards the stage.
Bucky watched you go, doing his best not to follow you. He couldn't quite say why he felt such a need for someone he barely knew. But then, he felt like he'd gotten to know you more than he'd known anyone else in the past couple of hours. You'd certainly brought a light to his life that evening that he didn't want to see dimmed.
When you'd reached the stage and picked up the microphone, your gaze moved over the crowd until it landed on him. A soft smile spread over your features as you spoke. "I made a promise earlier tonight to my new friend. He's literally made my evening one of the best I've had in a while. I can only hope this won't be the last night I see him."
Oh, that had his heartrate kicking up. To hear you wanted more time with him was everything. He'd hoped you would as he'd been working up the courage to ask for your number. With your declaration, he might just find it.
"This is for you," you said sweetly, humming the first few notes.
Nostalgia hit him smack in the chest as your first words confirmed the song you'd chosen.
"All or nothing at all…"
Frank Sinatra.
You'd chosen a song that had come out mere months before he'd been drafted. It'd been a song he'd listened to as often as he could. A song that he'd always envisioned for the woman of his dreams despite not yet finding her.
Beneath his breath, he joined you in singing.
He didn't even realize he had until Steve leaned close enough to whisper, "You better make a move, jerk, or I will."
"Hands off, punk," Bucky groused back with no real malice, adding, "That's my future wife you're talking about."
Summary: You're officially past due, and you're desperate to have this baby. You enlist the help of your storm-summoning brother-in-law to move things along.
Characters: Dad & husband Loki x mom & wife reader, brother-in-law Thor
Trigger warnings/General tags: No use of Y/N, mentions of late-term pregnancy pain, pure, unadulterated fluff as always
Word count: 1.1K
Author's notes: Part of my Cottage AU. See my masterlist here.
Taglist: @tinyshyteacup (please send me a message or leave a comment if you'd like to be tagged in future posts!)
Divider by @olenvasynyt
You were officially past due. Your belly hung heavy like overripe fruit on a branch, ready to snap at any moment.
In the week leading up to your due date, you had tried everything to induce labor. A vast array of spicy foods. As much exercise as you could endure. A desperate prayer to any god who would hear you. None of it worked. Your prayers seemed to fall on deaf ears.
The Asgardian midwives you had trusted to care for you and guide you through your pregnancy assured you that you were perfectly healthy, that your daughter was safe in your womb, and that she would make her glorious appearance when fate decided it was time.
But that didn’t help the dull ache in your ribs that flared whenever your daughter squirmed inside you.
You had almost rolled your eyes during the midwives’ last visit, but Loki had placed a consoling hand atop yours.
“I am not trying to silence you,” He reminded you gently after they’d left, brushing his thumbs tenderly over your cheeks. “I am simply trying to protect your peace. Now, please tell me all of your worries, that I may listen and alleviate them.”
You burst into tears against his chest.
Now nearly a week past due, Loki insisted on you resting as often as you could. He stood straight as an arrow at the kitchen counter, preparing dinner. You envied his perfect posture now more than ever.
You sat at the table, your swollen feet propped up on an ottoman. You rubbed the stretched expanse of your stomach absentmindedly. As you looked out the window into your garden, you realized how much you had neglected it over the past few weeks. Your flowers wilted lifelessly. Your vegetables had developed leathery, rotting patches at their bases. Weeds were beginning to creep up your trellises.
It didn’t help that it had been an unusually dry Autumn. New Asgard hadn’t seen so much as a sun shower in days.
“We could really use a good storm.” You mumbled to yourself.
“Did you say something, darling?” Loki turned to face you, concerned and doting.
Then, the thought struck you like lightning on a distant prairie. An old wives’ tale.
Babies are often born in storms.
You looked up at your husband with a mixed expression of desperation, conviction, and hope.
“Call your brother.”
With the promise of a home cooked meal prepared by his dear brother, Thor made his way to your cottage in the hills. His hearty knock rattled the doorframe.
“Come in!” You called urgently from the kitchen table. The door creaked open. Thor ducked as he crossed the threshold and smiled sympathetically at you.
“Hello, sister.” He leaned down to wrap you in a brotherly embrace.
“Thank you for coming.” You draped your arms around his broad shoulders and gave his back a pat. When he pulled away, you motioned to the empty seat beside you. “Please, sit.”
Loki placed a colorful, well-balanced plate in front of his brother. A seasoned salmon filet, mixed vegetables, and crispy potato wedges sprinkled with herbs. Adjusting to life without servants preparing meals had been a bit of a struggle, but you had taught him well.
“Thank you, brother.” Thor grinned teasingly up at Loki.
“You’re very welcome,” He answered curtly. “Though I advise you not to expect this treatment in the future. I am only doing this to ease my wife’s burdens.”
Thor chuckled in response and began to eat. “So,” He said in between chewing. “Why have you summoned me, sister?”
You opened your mouth to speak, but were cut off by a sharp kick, which caused you to gasp. Your daughter, startled awake by the voices around her, was seemingly expressing her frustration the only way she knew how. You winced and rubbed your stomach, trying to appease her.
Loki noticed. He always noticed. He reached down and pressed his palm to your side, a warm light emanating from his hand. A tingling sensation spread like carbonated bubbles through your torso. You exhaled slowly as the pain dissolved. Your daughter stretched, then settled. Like balm to a wound.
“Thank you.” You whispered and gave his arm a grateful squeeze. You steeled yourself and returned your attention to your brother-in-law, who had nearly cleared his plate at this point.
“Could you please summon a storm for me?”
“Of course, but…”—He paused to swallow a bite—“Whatever for?”
“It’s an old wives’ tale,” You began. “Some people believe that the drop in barometric pressure during a storm… can… induce…” You gestured vaguely, hoping Thor would catch on. Unfortunately, he only stared at you, his brow furrowed in confusion.
“Induce… what?”
Your face fell.
“Labor, brother.” Loki sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation.
“Ah!” Thor broke into a wide, delighted smile as understanding dawned. “You wish to evict the child!”
“Something like that, yes,” You laughed, despite yourself. “I don’t need a hurricane. Just a few hours of rain and thunder. Worst case scenario, the baby resists and my hydrangeas get the water they desperately need.”
Thor laughed, his booming voice shooting up to the weathered ceiling beams. Your daughter jumped inside you.
“The child will be in your arms by this time tomorrow. You have my word.” He vowed, his eyes sparkling with determination.
“I’ll hold you to it.” You gave him a watery, cautiously optimistic smile—but optimistic nonetheless.
Shortly after Thor left, the storm began. It started with a light patter of rain against the roof and windows, which quickly turned into a downpour. Eventually, the thunder began its slow descent over the hills, echoing through the peaks and valleys.
“I should warn you,” Loki drawled as you both climbed into bed. “If this plan of yours works, my brother may request to have the child named after him.”
“If it works, I just might grant that request.” You huffed as he pulled the quilted blanket over your shoulders.
He chucked and leaned in for a kiss, which you happily returned.
“This may be our last night as a duo.” He said softly, running his fingertips along your arm. Your eyelids began to droop with bone-deep exhaustion.
“Here’s to hoping.” You murmured, your vision dimming like a flickering candle.
He pulled you close, the swell of your bump pressed carefully against his midsection, as rain poured down the window in a rippling current.
In the deep hours of the night, you jolted awake to a rolling sensation that crested at the highest point of your belly and tightened in your pelvis.
You reached over and shook Loki awake. He was instantly alert, his hand flying to your stomach, protective magic sparking from his fingertips.
“It worked. It’s starting.” You whispered breathlessly in the dark.
Sci-fi always likes to wax poetic about how it's humanity's emotions which make us human. So imagine Earth's surprise when, on the galactic scale, we are actually the cold and hyper-logical race!
It's your and Drake's first night together. After a little while of awkward but passionate kissing, you move to the bedroom and you take off your dress, revealing the lingerie you have bought especially for tonight.
He's such in awe of your beauty, almost too bashful to look at you, he instinctively decides to kneel at your feet, because that's how you deserve to be adored. He'll start kissing your legs, looking up at you as if you were the answer to prayers he had never dared uttering.
"You're so beautiful." he murmurs, looking even more handsome with the blush spreading over his cheeks "What do you want me to do? Tell me, I'll be good I swear, I'll make you feel so good..."
You make sure to reward his devotion, and in the end you're the one kneeling in front of him to make him see Heaven.
Peter Parker: if you don't want pickles, then just tell them you don't want them
Bucky: But I don't want to
Peter: I'll do it for you :)
Bucky: You would do this for me?
*leaning in* Do you have enemies that need to be taken care of?
what if yelena moved onto natasha's floor in the avengers tower after valentina buys it, and what if friday's somehow still active in the tower, and what if yelena asked for friday to tell stories about her sister, and friday tells her about all the dumb shenanigans that happened over the years and all the pranks that clint and nat pulled, but also things from post-mission meetings, every time that natasha proved herself to be the strongest avenger because she really was
yelena's tearing up as she hears about all the amazing things her sister's done, all the moments she never got to witness but wishes so badly that she could've
Tony "I have better things to do" Stark who immediately adopts a dog because he overheard Peter saying that he had always wanted to raise one.
Bucky "Get this kid out of here" Barnes who immediately drags Peter into the gym because he saw Peter get hurt and wants to teach him better self defense techniques.
Steve "I have no time for this" Rogers who goes to Peter's report card day whenever Aunt May or Tony are busy. (He secretly gets happy when Peter asks him to go)
Natasha "I don't need this relationship" Romanoff who spoils and treats Peter like he's her kid because she won't ever be able to have her own.
Bruce "I don't have the patience" Banner who drops everything and anything whenever he finds out that Peter is injured. (He patiently listens to Peter's rambling while he's treating him)
Thor "Who do you think you are" Odinson who treats Peter like a little brother because he reminds him of Loki's clumsy personality when they were kids.
Clint "I don't need another kid" Barton who plays catch with Peter at 5:30 pm when he has to stay in the tower for a long time because that's the time he plays with his kids.
finally a long one cause I was inactive for a few days, hope you guys enjoy♡
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