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Suggestion #1: With her at Bucky’s door he lets her in and listens. She could vent about feeling tested all the time, and he doesn’t judge or analyze her, gives her a calm space to breathe. It also subtly highlights how different that feels compared to Peter right now.
Suggestion #2: You might consider having Wanda do her training the next day, but this time, make it a bit messier to show her experimenting with her chaos magic and psychokinesis. As she tries to help, the chaos could become overwhelming for her, causing her powers to spike unintentionally. Watching from the sidelines, Peter might feel a mix of jealousy and concern, especially as he sees her growing closer to Bruce/Wanda during the session. The chaos could escalate from floating pillows to something more dramatic, like a glass panel cracking or a table shifting unexpectedly.
Suggestion #3: What if Peter sneaks the reader out of the compound one night and takes her web-swinging around the city? Since she's been stuck inside for so long, I think it'd be a really cute way for them to bond and let her experience New York for the first time.
Anywho, I hope you like these suggestions and love your work. ♥️
Anon you have a big brain 🧎🏻♀️
I already wrote a different scene where Suggest #1 takes place, so I may have to revisit and rewrite!
And I’ll definitely keep the other two in mind when I’m writing!
what if her powers get worse when talking with anyone but even when peter is being jealous her powers don’t react to him? like subconsciously she’s not on guard around him even though he’s being jealous. then one day they’re arguing because she’s sick of him acting the way he as but peter is trying to be his normal nice self but she’s getting more upset because he’s not fighting back. he finally starts going back and forth with her and there’s no real malice between their fighting it’s more of them sharing their feelings as they yell and then maybe this can lead to their first kiss or an angry confession that they just like each other
Okaaaaaaayyyyy!!!! I could see Y/N angrily confessing to Peter and his ass not realizing she was confessing and he just thinks he pissed her off lmaoooo
Ty anon!!! 🫶🏻
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Whatcha think about having y/n stumble in on Peter meditating/ doing something else that relaxes him? (He's doing it bc he is so wound up with jealousy which obviously bleeds through when he talks to her) perhaps he even makes a bit of a jab along the lines of "are you sure you can handle sitting here with the express purpose of being calm?" Or perhaps Tony could point her his way while delivering the jab.
In my mind she A: misses Peter, and frankly likes the excuse to be near him and B: would naturally make it a Competition (not like you can win meditation, but shit if she wouldn't try)
I see her struggling at first and fidgeting, and Peter noticing and helping softly talk her through it, telling her to focus on the way it feelz. She relaxes, he relaxes, and they just listen to eachother breath. I could see that being an opportunity for some self reflection for her and maybe something finally clicks in her head about why she is so drawn to Peter AND sees the potential the mindfulness could have for her powers
Okay let anon cook!!
I’ll definitely keep this in mind. I could 100% see Tony making fun of Y/N for trying meditation since she has a temper (just like him).
Everyone is being super helpful today! (KEEP EM COMIN!!!) Thank youuu.
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hii, i saw that you were asking for ideas for the next chapter of the slow burn peter fic. i think that y/ns powers getting way worse to the point where it happens daily would be interesting, she´d also have to open up about the fact that peter´s the thing that calms her down. a good way to end the jealousy trope would also be to make her have like episodes where she in one of them screams peters name. more dirty jokes from tony would also be hilarious. anyways, i love what you´re doing with the story and i can´t wait for further updates!
Anon, you ate with this.
You’ll definitely see this in a future chapter! Thank youuu!!!!!!!!! ♥️
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summary: You awake one afternoon in the Avengers Compound with no idea how to got there. You soon learn you can no longer go home, however, you find out of the company of Peter Parker isn't too bad...
Ch. VIII
Ch. X
A Matter of Time Masterlist
a/n: Sorry this is a shorter chapter... I'm starting to get writers block. You can help me by sending suggestions on what you'd like to see in a future chapter to my inbox.
You felt your mimosa buzz throughout your body. The alcohol somehow made plucking your eyebrows feel even worse than it normally does.
You stared at yourself in the mirror. What was Peter’s problem? Pulling out your phone, you opened up your messages to him. Maybe you should just ask. You had enough alcohol in your system where you would send a text. But… you shouldn’t.
Groaning, you placed your phone face down on the sink’s countertop. Leaning closer to the mirror, you studied your brows, wishing there were more hairs to focus on. Taking a step back from the mirror, you did not know what to do with yourself.
You wanted to go pet Alpine but you could not do that either. You wished Nick was here or that you were back home, or at your new apartment you were supposed to be in. Shit, did Tony break your lease?
Picking up your phone you texted Tony, “Hey so did you break my lease??? Am I still paying for my apartment? I didn’t call my landlord.” Hitting send, you stared at the time. It was only three pm.
Your phone buzzed. “I broke your lease”
You opened your banking app, eyes searching for a charge for breaking your lease. You were not made of money.
Your eyes traveled to the banner that came across your screen, “I paid to break your lease” Tony corrected.
“Oh okay.” You replied, “Thanks Mr. Millionaire."
“Billionare” Tony corrected, making you roll your eyes.
You now found yourself by your bed after absentmindedly pacing around your room. You now noticed the deafening silence that occupied your space. Were you lonely? Or were you just so used to Peter’s company and Tony’s supervision that you were not sure how to enjoy time to yourself. For the past ten days you felt babysat and now you prayed for time to go by until dinner.
You walked over to your record player, a thin layer of dust sat on its surface. Placing a finger on the plastic, you drew a dumb doodle in the dusty layer. You could put on some music to prevent yourself from endlessly scrolling on your phone. Or you could read that book you were in the middle of. Letting out a groan, you walked back to your bed, falling on the unmade surface. Staring at yourself in the reflection of your screen, you unlocked your phone, fully prepared to doom scroll. However, a message came across the top of your screen.
“Hope I’m not interrupting anything. I’d like to talk about your tests if that’s okay with you. Let me know if you’re not busy. It’s Bruce Banner by the way.”
The tone of his text made a smile cross your lips, “You just saved me from doom scrolling. Where should I meet you?”
**
“Sooo…” You drew out, finding yourself in awkward silence. Bruce stood across from you in the lounge, “What did you want to talk to me about?” He paced in front of you as you sat on the large couch.
“You’re results,” Bruce started, watching your eyes roll, “I-I know you don’t want to waste anyone’s time.”
“Yeah… I don’t…” You spoke, trying not to overstep your relationship with Bruce.
“So… why don’t we start with Wanda.” Bruce suggested.
“Wanda? You think I could move things with my mind?” You almost laughed.
“You come to, and find things thrown around your apartment.” Bruce reminded you, “You’re already pushing things away. Why not try to move things closer?” He watched you retract into your thoughts. Bruce walked closer to you hesitantly, he did not want to piss you off. All you could think of was what you said about Peter. You were scared that you were pushing more than just your things away, “Badddd idea?” Bruce questioned, trying to read your silence.
“Huh?” You questioned, “I… I mean. She’s already here.” You shrugged.
“Exactly.” Bruce motioned to you, “We’ll… ask her when it’s… convenient.”
“If it’s convenient.” You repeated.
“And it will be… small tests. Quick.”
“More tests?” You questioned, “I’m tired of tests.”
“Not medical.” Bruce spoke, “More like Wanda just getting a feel of your powers.”
“You want Wanda to vibe check me?” You scoffed, “Yeah… no thanks.” Silence fell between the two of you as you watch Bruce shift awkwardly before you. Your head rolled, falling back against the couch, “I just…” Your rubbed your eyes out of frustration, “I’m tired of feeling… judged. So sorry if I don’t want another vibe check.”
“No one’s judging you.” Bruce tried to assure you. You gave him an equally judgemental gaze, “We just want to help.”
You felt pressure begin to build behind your eyes, “None of this is helping.” You closed your eyes, “It’d help to go back to my apartment.”
“I know you want to go home-” Bruce began.
“It wasn’t even home.” You corrected, “I didn’t even get to start my job. I barely unpacked…” Your head began to pound, “So sorry- I’m sorry that I can’t just forgive and forget.”
“No one’s asking you to-”
“Tony is.” You replied, “Even Peter… or at least Peter- he’s trying to make me think that there’s nothing I can do about it.”
“And how does that make you feel?” Bruce questioned.
“What are you, my therapist?” You laughed.
Bruce felt the carpet under his feet begin to vibrate slightly. Did he want to push his luck, so he could see your powers for himself? He wished Tony was here to make pissing you off easier, “Maybe… you might need one.” Bruce shrugged, waiting for what might happen next.
“What?” Your eyes snapped to Bruce from where they were screwed shut. You felt the expensive pillows on the couch brush against your shoulders. The plush fabric floated off of the couch’s surface. You wanted to throw them at Bruce, it would make you feel better.
“You don’t want to be judged? Then do something about it.” Bruce baited and waited. He watched your brow furrow, gaze burning through him. Then, he felt himself being pelted with the couch’s feather pillows, “Psychokinesis…”
“W-What?” You spoke.
“Chaos magic, catastrophic. Maybe we can run tests, with Wanda, after dinner.” Bruce noticed your confused stares. Reaching down, he picked up a pillow and tossed it back at you, “The pillows. You did that.” He motioned to you, “With your mind.”
You stared at the pillows near Bruce’s feet, realizing you did not just think about throwing them at him, you did it, “I… yeah.” You breathed out, “I-I did.” A rush flooded through you. “Yeah… after dinner.” You stood up from the couch. You needed to go tell Peter, so without a thought, you headed to the elevator.
“After dinner? So… I’ll ask Wanda?” Bruce called out to you.
“Yeah- yeah later.”
The elevator ride felt like an eternity. You bounced between your feet as the doors began to open. Beelining it to Peter’s room, you knocked on his door repeatedly. Moments passed until you heard heavy footsteps approach the door.
“Wh-what? What’s wrong?” Peter questioned as he strapped a web shooter on his wrist, “Y/N?” He was surprised to see you, especially after you and Bucky, “What… what’s up?”
“We- we moved pillows!” You blurted out.
“You… moved pillows? With who?” Peter’s mind was racing. What did you mean by that? Was moving pillows a new slang for something? “With Bucky?” He boldly questioned.
“What? No, with Bruce.” You corrected, “Well, I moved the pillows.”
“What pillows?” Peter stood in the doorway, mind attempting to keep up with you.
“In the lounge. The pillows on the couch. Bruce said he thought I could move things like Wanda, with my mind.”
“Uhuh…” Peter spoke.
“And I did, the pillows.” Peter stared back at you, “With my mind.” You studied Peter. He stared back at you, with the same lost expression on his face. Was he sick of you? “...Sorry. I just. I wanted to tell someone.”
Peter hated himself. Jealously clawed up his throat, “Who else did you tell?” Did you tell Bucky?
“No one… well Bruce knows. But he was there…” You began to fidget from Peter’s demeanor. You could not tell what the vibes were but you knew they were off, “obviously… I told you. Bruce was there.” Was telling him a bad idea? Should no one know?
“Right. No… yeah.” Peter attempted to shake the negative thoughts out of his head, “No… that’s cool.”
“I could have waited.” You replied, taking a step back, “I’m probably bothering you.” You turned in the direction of your room that was further down the hallway, “I’ll leave you alone.”
Peter watched as you began to walk away from him, not letting him get another word in. Without a thought, instead of reaching out to you, he shot a web shooter at your wrist and pulled.
You felt your shoulder almost dislocate from Peter’s strength, “F-Fuc-” You stumbled towards Peter, tripping over your own feet.
“Sorry! Sorry!” Peter apologized, repeatedly. Reaching out, he steadied you.
“Peter, what the fuck?” You questioned, attempting to catch your breath.
“Sorry, it-” He studied your face, your gaze burned into him, “Reflexes.”
You looked down at your wrist, studying the web fluid that wrapped around it. The web’s surface was surprisingly tough as you wrapped your free hand around it. Tugging on it, it was not budging, “Now what? I just have this on my wrist now?”
“N-No.” Peter spoke as he brought his hands to the webfluid. Taking it in his hands, he began ripping you free from the home-made fluid.
You studied his flexing muscles as he worked on freeing you, “Don’t…” You felt your stomach flip. Why did part of you like Peter shooting you with his webs and ripping you free? “Don’t do that again.”
“I said I was sorry.” Peter spoke, not daring to meet your gaze. The sight of Bucky and you talking so casually still occupied his mind, “and I said it was just reflexes.”
What was his problem?
“You almost ripped my arm off.” You talked back, “Now I probably have to like ice it or something.” As soon as Peter ripped the last large section of webs off your skin, you pulled your wrist out of his hold. You turned, heading back towards the elevator.
You left Peter’s side without saying goodbye. He thought about how you said goodbye to Bucky earlier. Peter took in a deep breath before heading back into his room, door sliding behind him.
Rolling your shoulder, you stood fuming in the elevator. Once again, it was the longest elevator ride of your life.
Walking back into the lounge’s connecting kitchen, you passed Bruce. He studied you as you stormed in, “What?” You questioned, temper rising. The kitchen cabinets vibrated around you.
“You…” Bruce spoke slowly, “Nothing. You just seem… tense.”
“Do I?” You questioned sarcastically. Opening the freezer, you dug through its contents, hoping to find a small bag to nurse your shoulder. Your eyes found a bag of frozen corn.
Perfect.
Placing the bag on your clothed shoulder, you turned to Bruce. “How do you do it?” You questioned.
“Do… what?”
“Not turn green every two seconds around here.” You bluntly spoke.
Bruce laughed quietly in front of you, “I do things, think of things that calm me.” He explained, “Maybe… you should too.”
“...Yeah.” You replied, pulling out your phone, “thanks. I’ll see you…” You blindly made your way back to the elevator as you sent a text. Soon the elevator doors opened and you made a right out of the elevator.
“Here” You texted, hoping you were standing in front of the correct door. You heard some shuffling before the door slid open, “Hi…” Your voice drew out as you met Bucky’s gaze.
reader and peter watching a movie alone and both getting ridiculously affected by a sex scene that is way too detailed/ explicit ( they picked it by accident)
hopefully leading to them… reenacting it? ;)
I'll remember this anon...
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reader and peter watching a movie alone and both getting ridiculously affected by a sex scene that is way too detailed/ explicit ( they picked it by accident)
hopefully leading to them… reenacting it? ;)
I'll remember this anon...
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summary: You awake one afternoon in the Avengers Compound with no idea how to got there. You soon learn you can no longer go home, however, you find out of the company of Peter Parker isn't too bad...
Ch. VII
Ch. VIII
A Matter of Time Masterlist
Turning off the hot water, you stepped out into the steamy bathroom, wet feet against one of Tony’s expensive bathroom mats. Clearing the steam from the mirror, you stared back at yourself. You needed to pluck your eyebrows and now that you really look at yourself, you also needed a haircut.
Groaning, you remembered you could not just book an appointment and go get a haircut. Instead, you had to beg Tony to let you go out. He would probably want you on your hands and knees which made you want to gag. As you stared back at yourself, your mind wandered to being on your knees in front of Peter on the sparring mat.
You could still see his sweaty hair beginning to curl against his forehead. You missed watching his chest rise and fall behind the thin fabric that stuck against his sticky skin. Your dirty thoughts evaporated as your phone began to ring.
The screen read: Mom.
Your heart dropped. What would you say to her? You had not had the time to think of any excuses to use.
“Hello?” You spoke, voice almost cracking.
“I called you twice before this!” Her voice responded, “You know I don’t like you living in the city- All I can think about is that something happened-”
“Nothing happened. Nothing’s going to happen…” Your mind wandered. Nothing would happen because you no longer live in the city, “You don’t have to worry-”
“Don’t say that. You never know. Especially with The Avengers there-”
“The compound is Upstate now Mom-” You corrected, “I just mean… if they’re not in the city… no one’s going to like target the city or whatever…”
“Them not being there worries me just as much! What if something does happen and they don’t get there in time!”
“...Spider-Man patrols here a lot.”
“They just say that. Have you seen him?” Your mom questioned.
“Yeahhhh… oh yeah like everyday since I got here.”
“Does that mean you’ve been in trouble every day?” Her voice grew louder, “I’m going to look into jobs here so you can move back. I know you think being away from us is what you need but…” Your mom paused, probably because she picked up on your stifled sobs. But you hoped that was not the case, “Look… I didn’t call you right away. I gave you time to move in. I’m trying to be better but I’m just worried, okay?”
“...I know.” You pushed out past your shaking breaths, “I just… it’s hard. Adjusting is hard… the city… is different.”
“How is it?” She attempted to change the subject.
“Busy.” You lied. You were bored, “There’s so many people here. I’m kind of tired of like… how many people I see everyday.” You lied again. You were probably only going to see the same five to ten people for months, maybe a year even, “So yeah… I kind of wish I was home,” You bit your lip, attempting to fight back a few tears that threatened to leave your blinking eyes, “and I miss Nick.”
“He misses you too. We all do.” Now it was your mom’s turn to hold back tears.
“I’d say you and dad could visit but I know you won’t do that…” You held your breath for a moment, “...right?”
“I couldn’t. We didn’t even like visiting the city when we were your age let alone now.”
“Riggght.” You laughed, mostly out of relief, “Well… could I call you back later? I just got out of the shower and-”
“Just text me.” She replied, “I know you’re busy. I’m surprised how quiet the apartment is. I’m glad you can’t hear all that traffic from the bathroom.” Your mom laughed.
You laughed back, nervously, “Right, thank god… but yeah! I’ll text you.”
“Okay honey, love you. Dad says he’ll call you this weekend.”
“Sounds good.” You agreed, “Tell Nick I said hi.”
“I will. Bye.”
“Bye…”
You stared at your screen, it read “Two missed calls from Mom”. Setting the phone down on the counter, you let the tears go. It was better to just get it out so you did not cry in front of anyone later. Right?
After a good healthy cry you slumped onto your bed before letting out a long groan. Almost comically on cue, your phone vibrated. Picking it up, your eyes found a message from Tony which made you let out an even longer groan.
Tony: Good news. Bruce and I narrowed down the source of your powers to at least a handful of things. We’ll run some tests after dinner.
You: No tests. Just did training with Nat and Peter kicked my ass.
Tony: Sounds like we could talk about this over a nice hard drink.
It wasn’t even lunchtime yet. You were not trying to drink on an empty stomach.
You: If I drank rn I’d die. I wouldn’t say no to drinks AFTER dinner.
Tony: I’ll hold you too that
You: 👍
Setting your phone down, your stomach rumbled. Picking your phone back up, you texted Tony.
You: ...what’s for lunch?
Tony: There’s leftover grilled chicken. I can prep some grilled chicken salads… with mimosas.
You: I’ll be down in 20mins
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Somehow you ended up having lunch with Tony and Bruce. You sat next to Bruce at the kitchen’s expensive counter, while Tony stood over his salad on the opposite side.
“I thought I said I’d talk after dinner… over a nice hard drink.” You quoted Tony’s text.
“Oh don’t worry we’ll still do that.” Tony brushed off your comment, “I wanted to chat before all the punches and bruises catch up to you.”
Your eyes fell to Bruce, almost begging him to start talking and give you a break from Tony. You watched as Bruce shifted in his seat, fork poking around at his grilled chicken salad.
“Something wrong with your salad Banner?” Tony questioned, “Let’s talk shop and then I’ll make the mimosas. As soon as I pop that bottle Nat is going to come running down here.” That comment equally made Bruce shift uncomfortably.
“Someone just get to the point, please?” You forced a smile.
Bruce turned towards you “We haven’t narrowed it down quite yet-”
“We have a handful of guesses.” Tony interrupted.
“Guesses?” You questioned, “Aren’t you supposed to be a genius or something?” You asked Tony, “From all the tests you did on me when I got here you only have guesses?”
Bruce spoke calmly, attempting to defuse both of your short tempers, “Well, those tests confirmed that your powers weren’t from manipulated dna-”
“Like Peter.” Tony added, baiting a reaction from you.
“You could have Asgardian blood in your family.” Bruce suggested, “Or- or it could be ecocentic magic-”
“Or egocentric… wouldn’t surprise me.” Tony toyed.
“I think what would be best is if we make calls to contacts with these powers and see who can come and see if they think Y/N holds the same power…” Bruce spoke before taking a bite of his food.
“And if I don’t?” You questioned, stabbing the food on your plate, “You want to call someone important here just so I could possibly waste their time?”
“It’s not a waste of time, it's… analysis.” Bruce replied, “Process of elimination…”
“I’m sure they all have better things to do,” You said as you chewed on your salad, “Like saving the world or something.” Your eyes fell on Tony. He was leaning back, supported by the kitchen counter. For once he did not add anything to the conversation, just stood there with his arms crossed against his chest, “I’d love a mimosa.” You fake smiled in his direction.
“Right.” He spoke, “I’ll open a bottle. Bruce, wanna text the group chat? Let them all know to come down if they want.”
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You nursed your mimosa as more and more Avengers emerged from their rooms. Sam’s bellowing voice filled the room as your eyes found an unfamiliar face, “The Winter Soldier coming down for mimosas? I never thought I’d see the day.”
So that was Bucky? He was handsome.
You studied him from your seat at the kitchen counter, that was until your eyes met his. Your head snapped down, setting your glass down you began to pick at your nails.
“So you’re the new girl that everyone’s talking about…” Bucky’s voice filled your space as he pulled out the stool next to you. His voice was smooth, yet somehow rugged.
“I-I don’t know about everyone.” You emphasized, “But yeah… yeah I’m new.” You mentally kicked yourself for how awkward you were making this conversation. Why was he making you so nervous?
“Right, well most of the team. I guess if it was everyone that would include me… and we haven’t met.” Bucky corrected, attempting to make things less awkward, “I’m Bucky.” He outstretched his metal hand, watching for your reaction.
“Yeah, I figured.” You spoke, your gaze bouncing from his metal arm to his eyes, “Not- not because of that! Because Sam called you Winter Soldier when you walked in…” You did not even bother shaking his hand, your grasp went straight to your mimosa that sat in front of you, bringing it to your lips.
Bucky let out a subtle laugh, you were almost mirroring Peter’s levels of awkwardness, but at least your awkwardness had a reason. He watched silently as you finished your glass.
“Oh-” You almost choked on your last sip, “Sorry, you want one?” You questioned Bucky, “I’m going to get another one. You want me to make you one?” Hopping off the stool you waited for his response.
“Yeah, why not.” Bucky grinned, raising his shoulders, “Thanks.” He watched as you rounded the corner of the long marble island that the two of you were sitting at in the middle of the kitchen. His eyes followed you as you attempted to make the mimosas while Tony talked your ear off, Bucky liked that you gave him attitude, hell, Tony deserved it.
“Don’t go gettin’ messy now.” Bucky heard Sam’s voice approach him from behind.
“What could you possibly mean by that?” Bucky groaned, turning to face his friend.
“With Y/N.” Sam lowered his voice a bit as he said your name, “Peter’s been eyeing her since she got here and now you?”
“I’m not- I’m just introducing myself, I haven’t even met her yet.” Bucky explained, “You’re crazy man, she’s like what? In her twenties?”
“Hasn’t stopped you before.” Sam laughed, giving Bucky a shove. “Look, all I’m sayin’ is that the kid’s been doing a lot for her. It’d be a kick to the ass.”
“Sure… but it’d be her choice, right?” Bucky caught a glimpse of Sam’s reaction, “Not like that- I’m just saying, what if she… doesn’t even like him?” Bucky’s eyes watched as you attempted to excuse yourself from Tony’s presence, heading back towards him and Sam. He pulled out his phone and began to scroll on it, “Listen, I get it alright. We’ll talk later.”
Rolling his eyes, Sam walked back towards the group that gathered in the connected lounge.
“Sorry, Tony wouldn’t leave me alone.” You set a glass down in front of Bucky. Your eyes found his phone as he closed out whatever app he was scrolling through. A photo of a white cat with big bright eyes was his phone background, “Is that… your cat?” You questioned without a thought.
“What?” Bucky questioned.
“Sorry-” You did not want him to think you were trying to break boundaries, “I didn’t mean to look at your phone.”
“Oh. No, yeah.” Bucky opened his camera roll and scrolled a bit before showing you another picture of the same cat, “Her name is Alpine.”
“Stopppppp.” You felt your heart drop for a moment, “I miss my cat.”
“You have a cat? Why didn’t you bring it with you?” Bucky took a sip of his mimosa.
“I let him stay with my parents. I didn’t want to move him to the city, I think he would have hated it, actually.” You laughed. Now it was your turn to share a picture, “I just moved to the city… before I ended up here.”
“She’s up in my room.” Bucky informed, “So… anytime you miss your cat, if you want to visit her. Well, as long as I’m around.” Bucky did not like people in his space, especially since he did not know you.
“Really?” You questioned. You were fighting the urge to ask him to go up to his room, especially since you were three mimosas in and you just met him.
“You want to go see her?” There it was, the million dollar question.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to be weird. We just met.” You rambled, “but she’s so cute…” You watched as Bucky climbed off the kitchen’s awkwardly tall stools, “Are you sure?”
“It’s fine.”
“That’s not answering my question.” You addressed.
“Just- come on.” Bucky spoke, grabbing his mimosa and heading to the elevators.
**
The two of you spent a silent elevator ride up to the second floor, “Where did you get her?” You questioned as you walked down the hallway to Bucky’s room. His room was the opposite hall from yours. It kind of felt weird taking a right out of the elevator instead of your normal left.
“She… she kind of just showed up. At my old place.” Bucky stood in front of his door, unlocking it on the keypad, “Also, she likes to sleep in my dirty laundry. So that’s why there’s a pile on the floor.”
“Rightttt.” You drew out. You wish you had an excuse for something like that. Especially if the excuse involved a cat. The empty mimosa glass sat almost weightless in your hand, you were definitely starting to feel something, “I wish I had more mimosa- Oh my gOD helllloooo.” You wanted to cry, seeing Alpine greet the two of you at the door. You instantly dropped to your knees.
“Come in before you start doing that.” Bucky laughed. He looked down at you, but you were not budging, you sat there petting Alpine’s small head.
Should he just drag you through the doorway? That was probably a bad idea.
So instead, Bucky bent down, picking Alpine up in his arms before stepping further back into the room. You followed, like a magnet to the cat. He watched as the door closed behind you. Walking over, he locked it, “I just, don’t want her to get out. I hope that’s okay.”
“It’sss okkkaaay.” You almost baby talked, stepping closer to Bucky, hand scratching under Alpine’s chin, “How do you ever leave her? I’d be in my room twenty four seven. I mean… I kind of already am so I’d love it if Nick was there.” The name left your lips and attracted Bucky’s gaze, “He’s my cat. The one at my parents. Not like a guy or anything, I don’t even think I know a Nick.” You rambled, the alcohol bringing you out of your comfort zone, “That’s a lie, I went to high school with like two Nicks.”
“Right.” Bucky laughed, “Well, I mean, if I’m not on missions I’m in here,” Alpine pawed at Bucky’s hoodie, “And she sits in my jacket when we go on missions. So now she constantly wants to be in my clothes.”
“You go on missions?” You questioned the cat, “A cat goes on missions and I can’t even get my sparring down.”
“You train with Nat already?” Bucky questioned, watching you now in close proximity. He watched you nod.
“I’m probably going to be bedridden tomorrow.” You laughed, “Nat had me spar with Peter and he threw me on the mat pretty hard.”
“He was probably just trying to show off.” Bucky spoke.
“What?” You looked up at him, his claim catching you off guard.
“Peter.” He reconfirmed, “He probably forgot about his strength. Probably forgot to hold back because he was-” Bucky trailed off, he was running his mouth to you for some reason. Was it the mimosa? He knew if he kept talking he would hear about it from Sam, “I mean. I’m sure he didn’t mean it. That’s what I’m trying to say.” He dropped Alpine, her paws making a tiny ‘thud’ on the floor, “Probably just… slipped his mind.”
“Right.” You stood in front of Bucky, still in very close proximity from when you were petting his cat, “I…” You were taken back at the situation; the closeness, Bucky’s claim, the awkwardness that now hung in the air and the alcohol in your system.
You felt like now it was weird that you were in here.
Bucky must have felt it too because you watched as he turned and unlocked his door, “We should probably get back and see if they’re all still down there.”
“Yeah.” You nodded, “I hope there’s mimosas left. You only had one.” Your claim made a very subtle smile cross Bucky’s lips.
“It’s fine. I’m more of a beer and whiskey guy.” Bucky shrugged. He motioned for you to go first through the door as he kept an eye on Alpine.
“Whiskey sour or old fashioned?” You questioned from the hallway, “Wait let me guess!” You spoke, not that Bucky even parted his lips to give you an answer.
“Alright.” He now stood in the hallway, locking his door.
“Old fashioned.” You guessed.
“Why? Because I’m over a hundred?” Bucky somewhat teased. However, his cadence of speech made his claim sound completely serious.
“No! You… don’t look a day over thirty…” You watched as he gave you a forced smile, “W-What?”
“Nothing.” Bucky shrugged, heading back towards the elevators, “You were just so awkward before, I’m glad that’s not the case.”
“What do you mean?” You questioned defensively.
“Back in the kitchen. You were talking just like Peter.” Bucky informed you.
You paused, retracting into your thoughts as you waited for the elevator. Did you sound like Peter? Was it because you have been spending so much time with him?
“Really?” You laughed awkwardly as you entered the elevator, “I mean, Tony’s been forcing him to hang out with me. So… maybe I’ve just been around him too much.” You paused for a moment, the claim that left your lips made a wave of guilt flood over you.
Why did you say that?
“Well, like I said… whenever you want to come see Alpine,” Bucky pulled out his phone, handing it to you, “Just text me.”
You stared back at him before taking the phone from his hand. The elevator doors opened as you blindly walked behind Bucky, typing your information into a new contact, “Okay… I texted myself.” You told him before you handed him his phone back.
“Alright.” Bucky spoke, tucking his phone into the pocket of his pants, “Try not to bother me too much.” He teased you, “But I’m normally always around.”
“Right,” You said, “now I won’t text you at all.” You joked back, however, his comment made you feel like you would be bothering him if you texted him. For a moment Bucky was silent in front of you, his eyes fixed on something behind you. Your lips parted, about to ask him if something was wrong.
“Just… don’t be a stranger.” He gave you a quick, awkward smile, lips pulled into a straight line, before walking to join Sam, Steve and Nat who sat in the lounge.
“...Right.” You repeated, before turning your head to see what he was looking at, “JEsus-” You jumped, eyes meeting Peter who stood behind you.
“S-Sorry…” Peter spoke, “I didn’t want to interrupt… whatever that was.” He was jealous.
“We just…” You trailed off, “I went to see his cat. You didn’t tell me there was a cat here.”
So that is why Bucky was walking you to his room.
Little did you know, Peter caught a glance of the two of you heading to Bucky’s room as Peter was exiting his own room to invite you to go down for mimosas.
“Right, Alpine.” Was all Peter could muster, “Yeah well, Bucky doesn’t like people in his room. And he really doesn’t do anything with us, so I guess it just slipped my mind.”
You remembered Nat telling you that Peter had asked Bucky to go to last week's movie night, but he refused, “That doesn’t surprise me. He did say he’s in his room a lot.”
“Did he?” Peter questioned. He was fighting the urge to roll his eyes at how casually you spoke of Bucky.
“I’ll have to text him next time and see if he’ll bring Alpine,” You told Peter, “I bet she’d curl up in his hoodie the whole movie.” Your bottom lip puffed out slightly, “She’s so cute…”
“I bet.” Peter answered, “Haven’t met her.”
“Do you want to? I can ask Bucky-”
“It’s fine.” Peter stopped you, “I don’t think you can just invite me to Bucky’s room.”
“...I guess you're right.” You laughed awkwardly, “Sorry.” Peter just stared at you silently. A beer bottle sat loosely in his grasp, arm swinging a bit at his side before he brought it up to his lips and kept it there, “I’m… I’m going to grab another mimosa. If there’s any left.” Peter began to say something in response but you just walked into the kitchen.
“Another mimosa?” Tony questioned from his spot at the makeshift bar.
“Yeah. This one’s to-go.” You quickly poured both liquids into your glass, not taking the time to measure champagne to orange juice, “I’ll be down for dinner.” You walked off, not giving Tony a chance to catch you in a reply.
You did not even bother walking back in Peter’s direction. You walked on the opposite side of the kitchen island and headed straight to the elevator. To your surprise, Peter did not follow.
summary: You awake one afternoon in the Avengers Compound with no idea how to got there. You soon learn you can no longer go home, however, you find out of the company of Peter Parker isn't too bad...
Ch. VI
Ch. VIII
A Matter of Time Masterlist
Just like that, your first week at the compound had passed. You survived, thanks to Peter. And no thanks to Tony.
You stared out of your room’s window, eyes following the large grassy scape. Patches of trees broke up the large lawn, the leaves were starting to turn reds, oranges and yellows. Fall was your favorite season, not too hot and not too cold. You itched to take a walk in the brisk air and to feel the crunch of leaves under your feet, however you knew the answer Tony would give you.
‘Not without a chaperone.’ Tony would mock. If you chose to run, you would not get far before you would probably get tackled by Nat, Steve, or one of Tony’s suits. Not to mention your ‘chaperone’ was almost always Peter. You felt guilty taking up so much of Peter’s time.
Taking a deep breath, you released it slowly through pursed lips. You stretched from your place in your bed before placing your bare feet on the room’s floor, it was cool to the touch sending a slight shiver up your spine.
The change in the weather had not yet reflected inside the compound, air conditioning still running. You threw on a cardigan over some loungewear before cautiously heading down to the kitchen. You were not sure how long it would take you to feel comfortable walking around so freely, you still had a hard time doing so at your friends’ houses.
Feet stopping in place, you replayed that thought in your head. Could you ever see your friends again? What if one of them asks to come visit you in the city?
Rubbing your eyes, you felt a migraine begin to form and part of you just wanted to explode. It would probably feel good to blow off some steam. Maybe that was not a bad idea. Pulling out your phone, you sent Nat a text before continuing your walk to the kitchen.
Your slippered feet clicked as you transitioned to the kitchen’s marble tile, alerting someone at the table. Your eyes locked onto a pair of familiar brown eyes.
“H-Hey!” Peter spoke a bit awkwardly, “Good morning.” Unknown to you, he had a hard time looking you in the eyes after his thoughts of you last night.
“Morning…” You studied him as he sat at the large table, backlit by the morning sun, “I thought you were on a mission or something. I mean, that’s what Tony said last night.”
“Yeah,” Peter stood up, closing a book that sat in his hands, out of sight to you. He approached you in the kitchen, “I mean, I was but I wrapped it up pretty quick. Not as big as a threat as we thought.”
“That’s… good?” You were not used to talking missions with anyone so you had no idea what to say. You watched as he opened a cabinet with his free hand, pulling out a mug before filling it with hot coffee that sat in the kitchen’s coffee pot, “Uh… what was the… crime?”
Peter laughed before sliding the mug over to you, “It was Joystick.”
“Joystick?” You question, “...thanks.” Your heart almost skipped a beat at Peter’s small act of kindness. Walking towards the fridge, you opened it, eyes searching for flavored creamer.
“Yeah she was part of The Masters of Evil, but she didn’t have that much fight it her,” He shrugged, “I think she changed, or maybe she’s just sick of being bad.”
“She?” Your impulsive and insecure thoughts passed through your lips. You leaned into the fridge, eyes screwing shut as you mentally cringed at yourself. Pulling out a creamer, you poured some into your coffee, “Well… good. Glad she was easy.” Stirring your coffee, you identified the tone of your sentence, “Not- not easy like that.” You attempted to deescalate the conversation but you were just making it worse.
“Mhm,” Peter laughed, “I bet you can’t guess what her weapons are.” He watched you sip on your coffee, almost afraid of what would come out of your mouth next.
“...Joysticks?” You questioned, not sure what else it would be. Not that joysticks as a weapon even made sense, “No- no like nunchucks!” Watching as Peter continued to laugh at you, for a moment you felt like this place was not too bad. Laughing with a friend while having a nice cup of coffee, not to mention no rent and no job to slave over. Maybe you could not talk to your parents or your friends the same way anymore, but you could with Peter.
“She has these energy batons… they’re kind of like glowsticks.” Peter informed you.
“Then why isn’t she called Glowstick?” You questioned.
Another laugh threatened to spill past Peter’s lips. He loved talking to you, you were effortlessly funny, “I’ll ask her next time.” He quickly dog-eared a page in the book that sat in his grasp before crossing his arms, “Those batons are crazy though, they hurt like hell.” His free hand found its way to a bruise that was hidden under his shirt. He winced at the pain.
“She got you? I thought you said she wasn’t a threat?” You set down your coffee before inching closer to him, eyes fixed on where he touched his ribs moments before, “Let me see.”
“W-What?” He stuttered, watching your fingers brush against the bottom hem of his thin graphic tshirt, “I-I’m fine… really…” He fell silent as he watched you slowly lift his shirt to study the bruise. However, you did not make it that far, you got a glimpse of his toned body and quickly brought your hand back to your side.
“R-Right!” You picked up your coffee, bringing the rim to your lips, “Sorry… you literally said you were fine.” Peter threw his hands up in defense, words spilling past his lips, his best attempt at making you feel better. However, your eyes fell on the book in his hold. Attempting to change the subject you asked, “What’s the book?”
Peter felt his heart stop as a blush crept over his skin, “Uhh…” He watched as you grew closer to him once again, in an attempt to read the words on the spine on the extremely worn book, “It’s… it’s the book you were reading when you moved in.” He watched as you froze in place. God, he probably just creeped you out, “It sounded good, from what I read when you showed me…”
“....What… what happened to it?” You stared at the paperback that was taped together in a few places.
“I’ve been taking it on my missions.” He replied, “I picked up a used copy because I knew that something would probably happen to it. Especially if I was swinging around with it.”
You thought about Spider-Man perched up somewhere on a building, book in hand, “Yeah… no borrowing my books.” You laughed, “Unless you promise to keep them at the compound.”
“Yeah- yeah of course!” Peter nodded as he watched you extend a finger. Your finger traced the tattered and taped spine. The action stirred something deep within him, “You… you think I’d do something like that to you?”
“What?” You questioned, the tone of Peter’s voice had shifted, “No… it…” You noticed that at some point he had taken a step closer to you, “Mine’s… a Barnes & Noble exclusive.”
“What?” It was Peter’s turn to question.
“My copy… is a Barnes & Noble exclusive hardcover.” You explained.
“I’m not going to bust your exclusive hardcover.” He laughed, “That’s why I bought my own.” Peter stared down at you, you were not that much shorter than him but he had somewhat of a height advantage. Raising his hand, he brought the book down on your head, giving you a playful tap.
You stared up at him, heart racing. Lips parting, you did not know what to say to him. As you began to rack your brain for a response, you heard a set of heeled boots click into the kitchen, “I was coming in to have a coffee before our first training session.” Nat spoke as she met both of sets of eyes, “I can come back later if I’m interrupting something-”
“No!” You spat out, taking a step back from Peter. Your eyes found the empty mug in your hand, “I’m all set… I’ll get out of your way.” Stepping back towards the sink, you retired your mug, “I’ll go get changed.” You let Nat know as you walked past her and down the hallway.
**
You slipped on a sports bra and a pair of leggings. You were not someone who worked out regularly. You did at one point but fell out of it when you got your new job and found out you had to move to New York City. Mentally you prayed you had a cuter set, just in case you walked by Peter on your way to the training room.
Taking one look in the mirror you took a deep breath before heading down to the training room.
“Sparring room” Nat’s text read on your phone, so that is where you headed.
Opening the heavy door, you peered in, making sure you had the right room. Your eyes fell onto Nat who stood near a large mat. Taking a step in, the sound of the large door closing announcing your entrance, “There you are.”
“Hey…” You waved to Nat awkwardly as you walked towards her in the large room, “So what are we doing today?” She was in more casual clothes than you thought for training practice.
“I thought we’d start with the basics,” Nat looked like she was fighting back a smile, “I’ll coach you through it.”
“Sure,” You stood next to her at the mat, “Sounds good.”
“Great. I’ll instruct and you’ll spar with a partner.”
“I… I didn’t bring a partner.” You replied as your eyes fell to Peter who sat quietly in the far corner of the room, “Nat.” You lowered your voice, “If you want to do this another time-”
“Peter’s free now,” Nat smiled at you before she cleared her throat. Her gaze looked more serious, “It’s easier to explain from the sidelines… and Peter agreed with me.” She added as Peter joined the two of you next to the mat.
Peter was wearing a pair of grey joggers and a loose fitting grey shirt. He gave you a weak smile after Nat’s comment.
You really did not want to spar with Peter. The last thing you wanted was for him to see you sweaty, smelly and weak. You really wanted to ask Nat to rethink this, or for you to spar with Wanda another time, but it would be far too awkward now that Peter was here.
“Are… are you sure? I’m sure you’re tired from the mission. Oh! And- and you got hurt.” You turned to Nat, “He was just telling me how much pain he was in.”
Peter hoped that Nat would bite at your comment. Sure, he wanted nothing more than to touch you, and that was the problem. Peter felt like he might not be able to control his feelings for you during this sparring session. However, after years of knowing Nat, she still scared him and that is why he agreed to help with sparring.
After a painful moment of silence, Peter spoke up, “I… I recover really fast,” Lifting his shirt he flashed his ribs to you, “Bruising’s already gone.”
You studied his body. He was right, there were no bruises, it was just his smooth and toned body. As quickly as you scanned his body, your eyes flashed to the floor, “Good.” You looked up at Peter once again, “I’m glad you’re good.” You heard Nat laugh quietly from behind you. A clap from her hands made you jump slightly, pulling you back into reality.
“On the mat, you two.” Nat called out with another clap. You watched as Peter stepped up onto the high mat. Staring up at him, you hesitated, still weary about sparring with him.
“Oh…” Peter noticed your stare and hesitation, “Sorry… here.” He reached out, offering you his hand.
You looked over your shoulder, meeting Nat’s gaze and a raised brow, “Oh, no it’s not…” You did not want her or Peter thinking you needed special treatment. Peter stared back at you, beginning to lower his hand. Reaching out, you tentatively placed your fingertips against Peter’s palm. His hand was sweaty, which made you smile. He was just as nervous as you were, “Sorry… I was thinking about something. I didn’t need help.” You rambled.
“Oh… Right.” Peter nodded, his hand still held yours, his grip tightening as he thought about how awkward he made the moment. He wondered if his gesture made you uncomfortable.
“We’re here to spar, not hold hands.” Nat called out, making you retract your hand from Peter’s sweaty grasp.
“S-Sorry.” Peter stuttered, absentmindedly bending at his knees to get into the sparring position.
“Peter is way above your level,” Nat spoke, making you roll your eyes. You had no idea why Nat would pair you up with him, you were about to get your ass kicked. However, Nat paired the two of you up purely to mess with Peter, “So Peter,” She attracted his darting brown eyes, “focus. I don’t need you forgetting about your strength.”
“Right.” Peter repeated as he bounced on his feet. Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, he studied you in your sports bra and leggings. He had not seen so much of your body before, especially the true shape of your body.
“Copy Peter’s stance.” Nat instructed you.
You studied Peter who idled in front of you. His gaze burned into you as he stared at you from across the mat. Bending your knees, you attempted to match his level.
“Lower.” Nat instructed as she watched you shift your weight around awkwardly, “Now you’re just sticking your ass out.” She gestured.
“I-I don’t know!” You stuttered defensively. Embarrassment flushed your skin as you felt extremely stupid in front of Nat and Peter.
“Here…” Peter straightened up before walking over to you. He stood off to the side of you, hand gently falling to your lower back, “Bend your knees…” He studied you, “A little more… good. Right there.”
You felt your heart begin to race as Peter’s words almost praised you. Looking down, Peter’s foot appeared between your own. The front of his covered toes tapped the sole of your right foot.
“Spread your legs.” Peter’s claim made you hold your breath, “You want your feet, shoulder-length apart.”
“Don’t forget to breathe!” Nat interrupted, “Breathing is important. Breathe when you move, when you punch, when you defend. Breathe even when nobody tells you to.”
You let out a shaky breath as Peter’s hands grazed both of your arms, “Hands guard your head.” He instructed, watching your arms snap from your sides to in front of your face, “You’re so tense-”
“Well… sorry it’s my first time.” You crudely joked. Your joke earned a laugh from Nat but not from Peter.
Peter felt a blush crawl over his skin and the tips of his ears.
“The form looks good.” Nat nodded from the sidelines, “Thanks Pete.” She only got a nod out of him. Little did she know, Peter was too busy locking in to not get turned on by your comment and his hands on you.
Returning his hands to his side, he silently made his way back to his spot on the mat.
“You always want eyes on your opponent.” Nat spoke, “If you can see them, you can throw a punch.” Nat nodded her head towards you, “Peter, get closer. Let her throw a punch.”
Peter watched you retreat into yourself slightly at Nat’s comment, “I-I’m sure you’re really strong…” He earned a small laugh to pass through your parted lips. Breathing out, you threw a doubtful punch Peter’s way. He blocked it with his forearm, “You can hit harder than that.”
Peter’s comment made you throw him an irritated glance. You remembered Nat’s instructions and took a breath. Breathing out, you threw a hard punch towards Peter. He let it land, and your knuckles hit against his firm muscle.
“Not bad.” Nat spoke, “Now throw more than one.” She watched as you bounced on your feet.
“Right… right because I know how to do that…” You spoke under your breath.
“You had to have thrown punches before.” Peter spoke, “Like at a sibling, or a cousin or friend?”
“Or an ex.” Nat added, attracting Peter’s gaze.
“Not really…” You retracted into your thoughts for a moment, “I mean I did have one friend who used to mess around a lot… She’d always pin me down but I never fought bac-” Suddenly the wind was knocked out of you as your back hit the mat. Opening your screwed eyes, you found Peter above you, “What the fuck?” You grabbed the back of your head, in slight pain but as soon as your shoulders left the mat, he pushed you back down again.
“You always want eyes on your opponent.” Nat repeated, “You got distracted.”
“You asked me a fucking question.” You groaned, not moving from your spot on the mat.
“...Sorry.” Peter whispered above you. In your frustration, you did not even register how close he was to you at this moment.
“Yeah… sure.” You groaned, attempting to shove Peter off.
“Okay, Y/N, why don’t you try blocking and then I’ll let you two go at it.” Nat spoke.
“Or we can try blocking next week.” You spoke, “And I can go ice my head.” Sending a glare towards Peter, you watched as he dropped your gaze.
“Peter will throw a jab-cross,” Nat motioned to Peter to demonstrate, “Like that. And you’ll need to block it. Oh and Peter, remember to hold back.”
“Gee thanks.” You somewhat tease as you raise your hands to defend yourself.
“Ready?” Peter questioned as he bounced on his feet in front of you. He watched as you shrugged, “Alright…” He threw the lightest punch he could, followed by another. You roughly blocked both punches.
“Again.” Nat instructed. So Peter quickly threw two more punches. Even with Peter’s sudden punches, you managed to block them, “Good.” Nat praised, “It’s important to pay attention. No distractions.” Her gaze was fixed on Peter, “One distraction can cost a whole mission, or worse.” Peter did not dare look at Nat, however he felt her gaze burn into him.
What did she mean by that? Was she talking to him? Did she know that he had a crush on you?
You stared at Peter as he stood in front of you. He seemed withdrawn. It was a perfect time to get back at him. Quickly, you threw a jab-cross, watching Peter rebound your throws. On instinct, who would have seen that coming, Peter grabbed your arm and threw you down against the mat.
“Alright kids, that’s enough for today.” Nat spoke through her teeth as she waited for your reaction.
“What the fuck?” You groaned.
“Sorry!” Peter panicked, “I can’t help my reflexes sometimes, because my powers-”
“Yeah! I know!” You interrupted.
“And if Peter wasn’t distracted, that probably wouldn’t have happened.” Nat spoke, approaching the mat. Looking up at you, she met your angry gaze, “You okay?”
“Yeah- yeah I’m fine!” You huffed, attempting to catch your breath. All the air left your lungs when Peter slammed you against the mat, “But I’m sure I’ll be bedridden tomorrow since I’m like the only one here who doesn’t have super strength or whatever.” You looked at Peter’s outstretched hand. Refusing to grab it, you helped yourself to your feet, “I’m going to shower.” You told Nat as you attempted to hop off the raised mat.
“Y/N…” You heard Peter’s voice call after you. You ignored him. You were angry and if you said anything now, it would probably be something you would regret later.
You heard his footsteps approaching you from behind, making you pick up the pace. You pushed open the heavy door, hoping it would slam behind you and let you make a run for the elevator. Hearing the door slam you booked it down the hall, not looking back. That is when your eyes caught the emergency stairs that were tucked away from the rest of the compound.
Perfect.
You could avoid Peter catching you in the elevator if you booked it up the stairs. Pushing open the heavy door, your feet quickly found each step.
You were making good progress, but not for long. Your training began to catch up to you, feeling your legs and lungs begin to burn, “fffuck…” You groan to yourself as you begin to huff. Your verbal complaints were cut short as you heard the stairway door open from half a flight of stairs below you.
“Y/N?” You hear Peter’s voice question with hesitation.
“WHAT?” You breathe out, utterly defeated. You slumped down on the stairs landing, “...what?” You corrected your tone.
“I… I just wanted to apologize.” Peter spoke as he slowly walked up the stairs.
“Apology accepted. Thanks.” You breathed out. You pressed your sticky skin against the staircase’s concrete wall. It was cool against your sweating skin.
Peter caught a glimpse of the tips of your sneakers. Your legs were outstretched as you sat on the concrete landing. His eyes traveled up your leggings to the skin that peaked out underneath your sports bra. His gaze then watched your chest rise and fall from your heavy breaths before trailing up, tracing the contours of your neck, to your parted lips. You were really trying to catch your breath, “You’re out of breath from taking the stairs?” He absentmindedly joked as he took all of you in. He watched as your eyes rolled under your furrowed brows.
Finally, he caught your gaze, “Shut up- No! It’s from sparring. I’m not an Avenger, it’s not like I do that stuff normally.” You attempted to stand up, but felt Peter push you back down gently. It was barely even a push, you were too tired and just accepted it.
Peter sat down next to you on the small landing. He hoped you did not find his close proximity too weird, “Here.” He handed you a water bottle that sat in his hand, “...Unless that’s too weird. I get it if-” He felt your fingertips on his as you wrapped your fingers on the workout bottle.
You did not even think, you were so thirsty. You kept your hold on the bottle, waiting for Peter to let go, “Thanks.” You spoke, wondering if he was waiting for an answer. You felt Peter’s fingers fall from underneath your own and you brought the bottle to your lips. You took a few sips, trying to not seem greedy. Silently, you handed the bottle back to him.
“I- I didn’t mean to hurt you if I did.”
You turned your head to meet Peter’s gaze, however, he was staring at the water bottle in his hands. His slender fingers rotated it in his grasp as he spoke. His knuckles were kissed by faded bruises from his mission, “I can’t imagine how Glowsticks felt.”
“What?” Peter questioned, finally meeting your gaze.
“Glowstick?”
“What are you talking about?” Peter laughed, watching you try to explain yourself, “...Joystick?”
You snapped your fingers, “Yeah! Yeah JOYstick. I can’t imagine how she felt. If you weren’t holding back…” You retracted into your thoughts. You were surrounded by people who could theoretically kill you and no one knew where you were.
“Yeah but she deserved it.” Peter joked, “And you didn’t deserve it. So… I’m sorry.”
“Yeah…” You spoke, removing yourself from your scary thoughts, “Don’t worry about it.” You fell silent, listening to the hum of the lights that lit up the emergency stairway. You felt Peter’s shoulder brush against your own and suddenly you were extremely aware of how sweaty you were, “I- I’m sorry!”
Peter looked towards you again, “About what?” He laughed.
“I probably smell…” You spoke, your voice was quieter this time.
“You’re fine.” Peter spoke. It was not a lie, he thought it was fine, but he could smell you. Was it weird to say that he liked it? He smelled your extremely faded perfume that was mixed with your sweat and natural smell, “I mean- I probably smell too.” Suddenly, Peter’s heart skipped a beat as you leaned into him.
You breathed in, “You don’t!” Peter smelled a little sweaty, but in a normal way. He just smelled slightly of sweat but mostly his cologne, “You smell normal…” you leaned away from him, smelling yourself, “and I- I don’t smell ‘fine’. I stink!” You felt your heart begin to race out of embarrassment. You tilted your head back in defeat, accidently hitting it hard against the concrete wall. You groaned as you began to scramble to your feet but were stopped by Peter grabbing your hand, stopping you from raising fully to your feet.
“We were sparring, it’s normal. I don’t care.” Peter assured you. Standing up, he helped you to your feet as well, “Everyone smells. God you should smell some of the guys after our missions…”
Not everyone… not Peter. But you were not about to argue with him, especially since he was being so nice to you.
“Yeah I guess.” You gave in, “Well… I’m still going to shower.”
“Yeah good call.” Peter teased, hoping to bait another touch out of you.
You gave him a glare before shoving him slightly, “Remind me to find another sparring partner.” You began to walk up the stairs, hearing Peter follow you.
pairing: Peter Parker x Reader: 18+ (this chapter contains smut)
Avengers Compound fic - not MCU canon
summary: You awake one afternoon in the Avengers Compound with no idea how to got there. You soon learn you can no longer go home, however, you find out of the company of Peter Parker isn't too bad...
Ch. V
Ch. VII
A Matter of Time Masterlist
Dinner was not as awkward as you thought. Well, not for you at least.
May filled the lounge with tipsy stories about Peter when he was small.
“And he, after that movieee, he couldn’t sleep without me in the bed for what? Monthsss?” May smiled, “Noooo Pete! It’s cute- It was cute!”
You smiled around your glass of wine Nat had poured you. You were glad Peter was getting teased. Not only as payback for him making fun of you in the hallway, but because no one’s attention was on you.
“R-Righhht Y/N?” May questioned. You watched as the eyes in the lounge all fell to you.
Well, it was nice while it lasted.
“...Hm?” You hummed against the rim of your glass, the vibration tickled your lips.
“You think it’s cute. Right?” May repeated, “I’m notttt making fun!”
You locked eyes with Peter. He was silently begging you and it made something deep in your chest stir. You raised your eyebrows at him before your eyes met May’s. Taking a sip of white wine, you parted your lips, “No, yeah!” You played it up, “You know, I’m sure stories like that are such a nice change of pace for everyone.” Tony sat next to May, stirring his straight whiskey that swirled around the ice cube. Your eyes met his before you continued, “I’d love to hear more.”
“I think we’d all love to hear it,” Tony interrupted, “but Y/N…” he watched as your gaze sharpened, “You haven’t told May about yourself yet. Or hell, probably half the people in here don’t even know how and why you’re here.” He motioned around with his glass, “I think it’s only fair…”
“I’m sure there’s a lot of things Peter left out,” May smiled, genuinely, “But he has told a few things about you-” She caught a glance from Peter, “Not… not too much! Just enough!”
Another look from Peter fell your way. He was desperate.
“I-I just told her you showed up, and we went out to breakfast- be-because it’s where May and I always go, and-” Peter rambled.
“It’s fine.” You could not help but laugh at Peter’s reaction. He was red cheeked and scrambling to dig himself out of the hole May just put him in. You took another sip of wine before beginning, “Tony basically abducted me. Kidnapped me from the hospital,” You met Tony’s stern glance, “I think he drugged me actually-”
“I could slip it into your wine now if you want me to. Get you to shut up real easy-” Tony was cut short by May sending a backhanded slap to his chest. Nothing violent, but it definitely got her point across.
“I woke up in the room I have here and I met Peter pretty quick. Walked in with his suit on, so Tony introduced us…” You thought for a moment, “I think I’m being held here against my will now that I know who Spider-Man is.” You teased, watching Peter throw back his bottle of beer.
“You know, you’re right. Maybe I shouldn’t let you out of the compound again. Letting you go out to breakfast, paying for it. It was my mistake really.” Tony pointed towards you.
“See… against my will.” You told May, “When you leave…” Your voice grew quiet, “Take me with you.” You mouthed, hand covering your lips, attempting to hide them from Tony.
May laughed around her glass of wine, “You’re funny. Pete I see why you like her…” Her voice trailed, “W-Why you ALL like her.” May emphasized.
“I’m still on the fence.” Tony added.
“Wow…” Your eyes locked onto his, “I’m surprised we agree on something. I feel the same way about you.” Your claim was lined with fake emotion.
“Crazy tension. I don’t know if you’re about to kill each other or fuck.” Nat broke the stare between the two of you, making you both turn away from disgust.
“Excuse me?” Tony spoke.
“Nat… what the fuck?” You questioned. Nat’s expression told you she was pleased with the reaction she got from the two of you.
The room fell into laughter or comments from a few others. Peter watched as his Aunt almost folded onto the table from laughing.
Sure it was just a joke, but why did Peter feel jealous?
He stood up. Silently heading to the bathroom, he was sure that no one would notice he left.
“He’s what? Like old enough to be my- my dad?” Peter heard your voice choke out over the laughter that filled the bustling lounge, “And aren’t you like married?”
“We can’t keep up.” Nat replied, “They’ve divorced like what? Three times?”
“What can I say, we love making up,” Tony shrugged. He stared into his empty glass before rising to his feet, “Nothing says passion like your wedding night.”
Peter’s feet hurried down the hallway before Tony could see him but also before he could hear your reaction to the conversation.
After scrubbing his hands for probably an eternity, Peter was pulled out of his thoughts by a knock on the bathroom door.
Opening it, his gaze studied his own white socks as they stepped out of the bathroom and into the hallway, “Sorry!” He apologized, not even bothering to see who was standing with him in the long hall.
“Did Nat’s comment bother you that bad?” Tony’s voice questioned, “If it makes you feel any better, she’s too young for me,” He placed a hand on Peter's shoulder, pushing him back a bit, attempting to catch his gaze, “and a little too bitchy.”
“Mr. Stark-” Peter groaned, looking up at Tony.
“Made you look…” Tony teased, “She really is bitchy though. You’re into that?” His question stemmed from the alcohol in his system.
“I’m not- How many drinks have you had?” Peter questioned, smelling the whiskey on Tony’s breath, hands, even his clothes.
“Lost count. All I know is that I have to piss.” Tony spoke, pushing Peter aside before disappearing into the bathroom.
When he returned to the lounge, his eyes now found you sitting next to May on the couch. The two of you were staring at your phone screen.
“I missss himmm…” Your voice dragged out drunkenly.
“He is a cutie.” May agreed. She must have been looking at a picture that was on your phone.
Peter felt his shoulders round as he slinked into the room. Were you showing May a picture of a guy? An old boyfriend that you were forced to leave behind?
“How old is he?” May questioned.
“Eighteen.” You replied, looking at May’s surprised expression, “I know!”
Peter was worried about you being into older guys but now he was not sure what your type was at all.
“What a little old man!” May smiled, “Is he with your parents?”
“Yeah,” You sighed, “I didn't think he'd be the city type. He likes sitting on the front porch or looking at the birds from the back sliding door.” You scrolled through your photos to find a specific picture, “And I guess there’s birds in the city but… we’d get robins and cardinals at the house.”
May looked up from your phone for a moment and locked eyes with Peter, “Oh! Pete there you are!”
Peter watched as your eyes raised from your phone screen and you sent him the slightest smile.
“Y/N was showing me her cat! Come here! Here, here…” May stood up, attempting to give Peter her seat, “No no… sit here! I’m going to use the ladies’ room and then get some more wine-” Her voice trailed off as she walked into the connected, open kitchen.
Peter slowly turned his head to you, only to see you inching closer to him on the long couch, “Did- did I show you Nick?”
“Nick?” Peter questioned.
“My- my cat. I- We didn’t name him. Petsmart did!” You rambled before extending your arm, practically shoving the phone in his face.
Peter studied the cat on the screen; grey and white fur with large chartreuse eyes, “He… he’s at your parents?”
“Yeah…” Your bottom lip puffed out a bit, “I wish he was here. It’d make things a lot better… I wouldn’t feel so alone.”
Peter looked away from the screen. He could not blame you, everything about your situation was alienating. However, part of him felt offended. As if you were just tossing his company and friendship aside, “...Yeah.” He responded, as to not leave an even awkwarder silence in the air.
You must have picked up on Peter’s expression, “No! Just… it’d be nice to have some sort of normalcy from my… old life?” Your claim turned into a question, your brain attempting to process your situation; the alcohol somehow making it easier to assess your feelings about it all, “but… I have you I guess.”
Peter froze next to you, “...Me?”
“Yeah… you’re probably the closest thing I’ll get to normal.”
“You- are you saying I’m… I’m like a cat?” He questioned next to you.
You let out a little stifled laugh next to him, “What? Did it sound- did I make it sound like that?” You examined your words, “My bad.”
Around the two of you, the rest of the Avengers slowly retired to their rooms. However, you and Peter were too busy in your bubble on the couch to notice.
May stood in the kitchen, sipping on her wine and watching her nephew interact with the girl he could not stop talking about.
“But you were forced to be with me- hang out with me.” You corrected him.
“Mr. Stark didn’t force me to do anything,” Peter reminded you for, what, the twentieth time probably, “I just… it’s nice to have someone here my age because before… hanging out with everyone is fine but god the conversations sometimes-” Peter bit his tongue, eyes darting around the room forgetting that the rest of the Avengers occupied the lounge.
But they did not, not anymore.
Then his eyes fell onto his aunt in the kitchen, “May…” He groaned, wondering how long she was just standing there, watching.
“Sorry! Sorry!” May laughed, “I didn’t want to interrupt. Plus… I’ve been sitting all night, I was just standing for a bit.”
“Did everyone leave?” You questioned, eyes leaving Peter as you studied him next to you, “Did- did you want to leave?”
“Huh?” Peter questioned.
“I’m talking too much… I kind of do that when I drink,” You admitted, “It’s easier to talk that way- or, well… I don’t overthink when I drink.”
“Are you drunk?” Peter questioned.
“No. No, I’m buzzed,” You laughed, “but I can’t have any more wine or I’ll get a headache.” You spoke into the glass, finishing it.
“Do you want to watch tv? Or a movie?” May suggested, “I’ll probably sleep on the couch anyway.”
Your eyes bounced between Peter’s and his aunt’s, “I don’t… I talked your ear off I’m sure you want some time to decompress-”
“I love to talk! Ask Pete. Plus if I’m tired enough I’m sure I’ll just fall asleep before the movie is even over.” May laughed.
You looked to Peter for reassurance.
“Y/N does that too-” Peter stated.
“I do not! That was one time!” You groaned.
May smiled in front of the two of you before placing a pillow at the opposite end of the large L shaped couch. She took the end, laying down and pulling a blanket over herself, “You two can pick whatever.”
“I’m terrible at picking movies.” You laughed.
“...Well,” Peter drew out, too nervous to look you in the eyes. You still sat pretty close to him, “Any classics you can think of?”
“Uh… Breakfast Club?” You shrugged.
“Ahhh, love that movie!” May added.
“Breakfast Club it is…” Peter spoke awkwardly. His eyes found the tv remote. He stood to retrieve it, however his mind raced with the thought of his walk back to the couch.
Where should he sit?
Right back where he was? In close proximity?
If he sat farther away, would you take offense?
“Pete!” May called out, snapping him out of his thoughts, “Why don’t you get some pillows and a blanket for you two… while you’re up!”
Without a word of confirmation, Peter walked once again to the long hallway. Locating Tony’s linen closet, because of course Tony had one of those, he pulled out pillows and a blanket.
Peter returned to the couch, handing off the pillows and blanket to you before picking up the slim remote off the glass coffee table. Turning back to you, he met your eyes as they studied him, “Wh-What?”
Your eyes left Peter’s baggy blue jeans and fell onto his brown eyes, “Nothing… I just didn’t know if you wanted to change. I can wait- we can wait.” You spoke, almost forgetting May was here based on how quiet she was from her spot on the couch.
“Why don’t you go put your pjs on,” May spoke, “We don’t mind!”
“Maaayyy,” Peter groaned at her tone, sounding as if she was talking to a child somehow, “But… fine.” Peter handed you the remote, feeling your fingertips against his own, “I…” He kept his grip on the plastic, “I’ll be back…”
“...Okay.” You almost laughed at Peter’s gracelessness, “I’ll be here.”
“Me too!” May chimed in, “I’m not going anywhere!” She raised her glass of wine, it somehow looked more full than before.
You watched as Peter finally left the lounge, hearing the elevator doors close, it left you and May in an awkward silence.
“Dooo…” You were searching your brain for anything to fill the silence between the two of you, “Do you stay here a lot?”
“I wouldn’t say a lot,” May sat up a bit from her relaxed position, “Mostly holidays, Pete’s birthday, but I’ll pop in once in a while… just to embarrass him.” She was somewhat teasing.
You nodded at her claim, “So… when’s his birthday?”
A smile curled May’s lips. She attempted to hide it in her wine, taking a heavy sip, “August… 10th.” May studied your expression, “You missed it by a month.”
“What did you guys do?” You could only imagine an extravagant Stark party.
May’s head turned to you, “I normally make a cake, bring it over. Bring presents. Tony normally goes overboard on the food.” She laughed.
“My mom would make me a cake every year too,” You reminisced, “Even though I’d always ask for one from the store.” Thinking about your mom, your parents, your cat. The memory reminded you that you were not going to be seeing them for a while.
Someone entered the room from the compound’s long hallway. Your eyes locked onto Peter as he made his return from changing in his room. He had a pair of sweatpants on, they were covered slightly by a baggy graphic t-shirt. He must have noticed your stare as he was now silent before you, “H-Hey…” You stuttered, “...Happy belated birthday.”
“What?” Peter almost laughed, “That was like a month ago.”
“I know- I mean,” You head snapped back to May, “May just told me… here.” You held out the remote to him.
Peter sent May a look. Silently pleading with her to stop talking about him when he was not in the room. This made May laugh. Finally, Peter reached out and took the remote from you, fingers once again brushing against yours.
“So… The Breakfast Club.” He changed the subject, pointing the remote towards the large flatscreen.
“Right.” You breathed out into the awkward and heavy air that hung in the room. Reaching out, your fingertips blindly found the blanket that Peter had thrown onto the couch. Covering yourself, you took a deep breath and tried to relax.
Turning from the tv to the couch, Peter’s eyes bounced between you and May. You both sat on the opposite ends of the couch, May was reclined on the ‘L’ of the large couch, while you were practically curled up and engulfed by the blanket.
Where should he sit?
“You gonna sit?” He heard your question from the couch.
“Yeah… just,” Peter looked at you, “Did you want to lay down? I want to give you enough room…” He tested. Peter watched as you silently stretched out, body relaxing somewhat.
“Yeah…” You nodded, head resting against a plush pillow. The pillow was so soft, probably full of feathers, like one you would find in a fancy hotel. Your eyes covertly followed Peter as he made his way to the couch, taking a seat between you and May.
The three of you mostly sat in silence, aside from a few wine fueled comments from May.
“Allison!” May blurted out, “You remind me of Allison!” She slightly picked up her head, pointing towards your end of the couch.
“Me?” You questioned.
“Yeah, you know…” May drew out, “Quiet, mysterious and cute.”
“I dunno about that…” You spoke, slightly embarrassed.
“Peter agrees with me!” May assured, “Right Pete?”
“I…” Peter thought. May was not wrong, you were quiet, unhappy with your newfound surroundings and easily angered, “You… kind of are.”
“Yeah well… then you’re Brian.” You responded.
“What? I’m not Brian!” Peter groaned.
“He called the guy ‘Sir’,” You sat up slightly, “You call Tony, ‘Mr. Stark’.”
“I bet you wish you were Andrew…” May spoke quietly.
“Wh-what’s that supposed to-” Peter groaned, “Mayyyy…” He heard his aunt laugh into her glass of wine.
May’s laughs drew your gaze to her, studying her under the large, warm blanket. Your gaze then fell to Peter, who sat without a pillow or blanket.
“Are you cold?” You whispered to him.
“Huh?”
“You want some blanket?” You offered, “O-Or I could go get my own.”
“I’m fine…” Peter went back to watching the movie in silence.
You felt annoying.
You know Peter wants you to feel more comfortable here but sometimes you felt like you were acting too comfortable. Peter had lived here for who knows how long and you were taking up half the couch and all of the blanket he retrieved from the closet.
Peter sat silently, eyes fixed on the screen, thoughts filled with you. He could never move closer to you, he only prayed that you would move closer to him once again to share a blanket.
Suddenly, pulling him out of his thoughts, the plush blanket draped over his lap. Peter’s head turned to you, meeting your gaze but only for a moment.
“Tony keeps it freezing in here. He’s what? A billionaire? So annoying…” Your quiet voice grew silent, you did not want to talk over the movie. Well, you would talk over the movie if May was not in the room.
“Right… thanks.” Peter breathed out. Realizing how stiff his body was, he relaxed into the couch. Sinking into the couch, he felt his arm brush against yours, making him take in a sharp and short breath.
The movie played, “Excuse me for being a virgin, I’m sorry.” Brian quoted.
Peter heard you laugh next to him, “Wh-what?”
“Nothing…” You covered, shifting under the large plush blanket. You glanced over to May, seeing if she was still awake. You wondered if she picked up on Brian’s quote. Leaning into Peter, you lowered your voice, “I think she’s asleep.” You watched Peter jump next to you, “Sorry…”
“No- no, it’s fine…” Peter stuttered before escaping from under the blanket with you. Approaching his aunt, he took the empty wine glass from her hand before setting it on a nearby surface; but not before putting down a coaster. Walking back to his spot, he gathered up the courage to sit closer to you. Not too close, because that would be weird.
Blindly, Peter threw himself back down on the couch. He felt his shoulder knock into you, followed by an audible groan from you.
“Sorry!” Peter turned to you. You were far closer now and he studied you as quickly as possible as your eyes were screwed shut in, mild, pain.
“It’s… fine.” You quietly replied, not wanting to wake up May, “Just… look next time. And get off the blanket!” Tugging on the fabric, Peter lifted himself off of the couch for a moment, allowing you to reposition the blanket over the two of you.
“Did you even want to finish the movie? May’s asleep.” Peter whispered.
Was he tired of hanging out with you?
“Do… you want to finish it?” You questioned, “Would you rather do something else?”
Peter stared at you. What did you mean by that?
“Like what?” Peter felt his palms begin to sweat.
“I dunno… go to your room?”
Were his feelings for you really that obvious?
“Why…?” Peter tested, attempting to not sound like he was knocking the idea.
“I’m sure you’re bored of watching movies with me- of spending time with me. I understand wanting time to yourself. Time to be alone.” You shrugged, the blanket falling down your arms from the movement.
“Ohhh.” Peter vocalized.
“What did you think-” Realizing your phrasing, you felt your face grow warm. Tossing the blanket aside, you attempted to cool down, “Yeah- no! Sorry! That is not what I meant at all…”
Due to the tone of your claim Peter unknowingly sunk down into the couch, “The movie’s fine. It’s almost over anyway.”
“...right.” You nodded, eyes fixed on the screen.
**
Peter’s head fell against the pillow on his bed with a groan. He kicked himself for making things so awkward between the two of you.
He recalled the last forty minutes of the movie where the both of you basically sat in silence. Sure that was not abnormal for a movie, movies are meant to be watched, but all of your small banter faded away.
The two of you had quietly said goodnight when the movie ended. To spare you, Peter let you go ahead so he could leave May some water and an extra blanket, just in case.
“Stupid…” Peter breathed out loud. Turning, he tapped the screen of his phone that sat on his nightstand.
No messages.
Why would you message him?
His eyes found the Sonny Angel that sat by the phone. He wondered if you still had the same one by your bed.
Palms rubbing his eyes, he let out another groan. He liked you so much.
It pained him that you thought he did not want to hang out with you. He would kill to spend every moment with you. Especially to have you in his bed.
God he was a creep.
He remembered back to where you claimed he could not be a creep if he tried. You were wrong, he thought.
The more he thought of you as he laid in his bed, the more turned on he became.
Another groan passed his lips, he was not proud of what he was about to do next. His hand reluctantly fell to the tent in his boxers, and a breath hitched in his throat. Peter had not realized just how pent up he was about you.
Rising to his feet, he walked to the bathroom to retrieve his, very well hidden, lube. Sure it was his room but he would not put it against Tony or May to welcome themselves in.
Returning to the bed, he mentally questioned if this was crossing the line. He has known you for a week and he was about to jerk off to you. Maybe he could just try not to think about you. He was too pent up not to relieve himself.
Sounds like a plan. Right?
Pulling down his boxers, he squeezed some lube into his palm and took a breath. Why did this feel dirty? Probably because it was.
Making a fist, he placed his tip at his hand’s opening before letting out the breath he had been holding. His hand ran down the length, coating his dick as he let out a shaky, “Fuck.”
Peter’s pace was slow at first but quickly increased as you, unsurprisingly, entered his thoughts, “...Fuck, Y/N…” His grip tightened as he realized. Another groan passed through his lips. Thinking about you was inevitable. He wanted you, wanted you to be the one touching him, not this sad self attempt.
Peter hips jutted, “Y/N.” He muttered your name again, keeping his hand stationary he began to thrust into his tight grasp, “...you feel so good.”
Peter was close.
His grip tightened as his pace grew faster and faster, Peter’s eyes screwed shut as he came. Chest rising and falling as he attempted to catch his breath, guilt washed over him. Covering his face with his arm, he blindly reached to his floor for a shirt to clean himself off.
Tossing the shirt back to the floor, his eyes found the Sonny Angel that smiled back at him. Reaching out, he turned it towards the wall.
