pairing - Peter x Avenger!reader
word count - 1,395
warnings -
A/N - I wrote this for @angelwrote‘s 1k writing challenge | situational prompt 4 | “I’ve never seen anything like the way you handled that. I’m just so moved”
summary - When a child is found wounded after a battle, Peter insists on going with him to the hospital. Even when he’s wanted elsewhere, Peter knows the right decision from the wrong one. And god, (Y/N) loves him for that.
Being an Avenger was a big responsibility. There were a lot of rules to follow and it was essential to know the right choice from the wrong one. It wasn’t just saving people left and right. It was making sure you were doing the right thing every step of the way.
What you and the other Avengers quickly realized was that the right decision wasn’t always the easiest decision.
Steve once said, “We try to save as many people as we can. Sometimes that doesn’t mean everyone.” And yes, that was true, but it didn’t mean it was easy. Why couldn’t everyone always be saved? Why was the world so unkind?
Saving innocent civilians was always a high priority to you. It was always an obvious decision. If you can’t protect the people fighting, protect the ones who were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. And usually it was a relatively simple job. Wanda could get into peoples’ heads and convince them to evacuate the area and the rest of the team was quick and strong, capable of pushing and pulling people out of the way of danger.
But obviously, it didn’t always work. Buildings crumbled and robots took over cities and aliens invaded states and, just like Steve said: sometimes you can’t save everyone.
A battle against Hydra to rescue some SHIELD hostages got out of hand. The fight went to the streets, Hydra using their enhanced soldiers against the Avenger’s superhumans. Once the dust cleared and the Avengers claimed their victory, the team went out into the city to find wounded civilians. It was a routine job, one that never had a very happy ending.
You and Peter were walking side by side, lifting debris and weaving in and out of buildings, chatting about fighting strategies. You were coming up empty on civilians, feeling pretty good about the results of the fight. Just when you were about to retreat to the jet, Peter held out a hand to stop you. “What is it?” you asked him. You lifted your gun on high alert, ready to protect yourself and Peter in case a loose Hydra agent was still running around.
“I hear something,” he said. You listened carefully but could only hear the sounds of the city around you.
“Peter-“
The super boy ignored you and leapt over a pile of broken concrete, quickly crouching out of sight. Confused, you followed him and found him squatting beside a kid no older than five. The boy was trembling, bleeding from his shoulder, tears streaming down his cheeks. “What-“
“He got caught in the crossfire,” Peter said, cutting you off. “He needs a doctor now.” Peter lifted the boy carefully in his arms. You were shocked at how calm the child was. You wondered how long he had been crying before he was found.
You and Peter walked to the medics, Peter talking calmly to the boy (Jamie) in his arms. “I had heard that the bravest boy in all of Manhattan was here today,” Peter said, “but I had no idea I’d get to meet him.” Jamie gave a weak smile, resting his head on Peter’s chest. He looked so small. Peter continued to chat to Jamie, assuring him that he would be fine and that his parents (both safely at work in Queens) would be so proud of him for being so brave.
“Will you go to the doctor with me?” Jamie asked Peter, looking up at him hopefully.
“Of course,” Peter said with no hesitation. Immediately, a voice rang out in the coms.
“Peter, I need you and (Y/N) to keep sweeping for civilians,” Director Fury said. Peter shook his head even though Nick obviously couldn’t see. He didn’t want Jamie to hear.
You and Peter got to the ambulance and let the medics take Jamie. “Director,” Peter said into the com, “I told the kid I’d go with him. With all due respect, the rest of the team can handle the civilian check on their own.”
“I’m giving you a direct order, Peter,” Nick said sternly.
“No!” You and Peter turned your heads at Jamie’s cry. The medics were loading him into the ambulance. “Spider-Man said he’d come with me! No! Please! Spider-Man!” Peter looked at you before hanging his head.
“And I’m directly ignoring the order,” Peter said. “You know where to find me.” He shut off his com, waved at you, and jumped into the back of the ambulance, closing the door behind him.
You saw him take off his mask before the vehicle was out of sight.
When the rest of the team got back to the compound, Peter had yet to arrive. You showered and changed out of your suit and into pajamas. You sat yourself on the couch in the TV room and turned on the news. Pictures of the battle swept the screen, most of the team and Hydra fighting but some of scared civilians. It made you think of Jamie. You wondered how-
Before you could even finish your thought, Peter walked in looking exhausted. He didn’t even take off his suit before he sat next to you on the couch. “He lost a lot of blood,” Peter said before you could even ask. “But he’s okay. Shaken up, but okay.”
“And you?” you asked. Peter sighed and laid his head on your chest. You ran your fingers through his hair soothingly.
“Director suspended me for a week,” he mumbled. “It could’ve been worse. He was not happy I disobeyed a direct order.”
“Yeah why did you disobey the direct order?” you asked him. Peter was always one to follow the rules, especially if they came from the director.
Peter sat up and shrugged, tugging his own fingers through his hair. “Direct order or not, he wasn’t making the right call,” he said simply. “I told Jamie I would go with him. He needed a hero. He was all alone. So I made the call. I decided that the way that kid perceived the Avengers for the rest of his life was more important than an order from Director Fury.”
“Why did you take off your mask?”
Again, Peter just shrugged. “He was scared. I thought I could calm him down better as Peter than as Spider-Man.”
You looked at Peter, your head tilted slightly. You had always been in love with the boy, but something about that moment made the feelings even stronger than before. His heart was so big and he acted on what he thought was right, not what everyone else told him. It was risky but admirable. You assumed a part of him would always be looking out for the little guy.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Peter asked, snapping you out of her trance.
“Sorry,” you said quickly. “I just, I’ve never seen anything like the way you handled that. I’m moved.”
“Moved?” Peter teased.
“You know what I mean,” you laughed, shoving his arm slightly. Peter laughed and laid his head on your shoulder again. You immediately resumed playing with his hair. “You need a shower,” you said softly. “You smell.”
“Just let me lay here a little longer,” he whispered. “I love you.”
Your hand froze and Peter’s eyes, which had been peacefully closed, shot open. “I meant, I, I mean I love when you do that,” he stuttered. “As in, I love when you, when you play with my hair. I love yo- IT! I love it! Jesus Christ.”
“Pete,” you giggled, nudging him off your shoulder. He sat up and looked at you. You felt like your cheeks were on fire, but you were happy. In fact, happy probably wasn’t even a strong enough word. “I love you, too.”
“You do?” he said, his face lighting up and his nerves appearing to vanish.
“Yeah,” you laughed. Hadn’t it been obvious?
You expected him to say something or take a moment to laugh over the moment but instead, Peter quickly pressed his lips against yours, laying his hands on your cheeks. You smiled beneath the kiss and tugged his curls through your fingers. When you both pulled away, foreheads resting against each other’s, neither of you could open your eyes for a moment. When you did, you did it simultaneously. No words needed to be spoken.
summary: you don’t have to read “proximity” but it’s sort of a continuation who knows tbh i have homework ugh
warnings: some fluff n angst
prompt: “i’ll keep you warm.”
a/n: HERE’S A FIC TO KEEP YALL OCCUPIED WHILE IM GONE IDK !! it’s for @angelwrote‘s writing challenge! ALSO still haven’t edited this cos i live life on the edge
“You know,” Connor sighed, content with the warm sun beating down on his synthetic skin. “I really missed you.” He glanced at your name, set in stone.
“It’s warmer these days. The scientists say that global warming is getting out of hand. Apparently our climate control ships aren’t doing a good enough job. Remember way back in 2038? Ha, we didn’t even have anything like that back then! If we’re lucky, humankind will live at least another century. Anything past that is, well, kind of undetermined. It’s been a strange few years for everyone. Markus, North, and Simon have moved onto bigger scale projects. Hell, they’ve been spending more time debating in Congress than anything else! I keep telling them to be wary of overworking, I know you used to do that a lot when you were at the DPD.”
Connor tilted his head back, resting it on the sun-warmed stone. He fiddled with a few items he had brought with him. He eyed the handgun beside him, ignoring the now useless scan results that his processor performed automatically. He wanted a peaceful moment with you, and he was grateful for this small second of peace. Perhaps he was getting soft. Either way, sitting there made him reminiscent of the days way back.
“Hey, remember that time Hank got drunk at our surprise engagement party?” He laughed at the thought of it. “God, I proposed to you when I tricked you into coming to the restaurant with the others and we had a teary hug! I loved that, and I really thought that we would have had a nice moment, but apparently no one noticed how many shots Hank had, and next thing we knew, Hank was on top of us. I clearly remember that moment of panic in your eyes and the little yelp you made. Wasn’t it such a good laugh? Gavin laughed too, and I never thought that any of us would ever live to see something like that happen.”
He toyed with a small diamond ring with his index finger and thumb. “This old thing is pretty valuable nowadays, considering the need for actual diamonds rather than almost perfect man made replicas. Huh, just like me. A near perfect human replica. In any case, I would never sell the ring, though. You know that. It’s priceless for me, and I remember when you wore it all the time. I mean, the only time you took it off was when…”
Connor didn’t like that memory. He moved on.
“Whatever. Anyways, Gavin just met his grandkids. He’s always in a good mood now, and he’s been weirdly nice to me. He actually smiles at me now! Isn’t that funny? Not like I don’t like it, it’s quite endearing. I try to drop by whenever I can. He’s been ill recently, and I’ve been doing all I can to make him comfortable.” His voice cracked for a second, but he regained control and pressed on. “He’s very happy with his daughter’s kids. I have to admit, they are adorable and so innocent. They kind of...remind me of you. Or our own kids, if we ever had any. Pretty impossible, but an android can hope.” He chuckled a little as he stroked a small, golden flower blooming nearby. It was a real flower, he realized. Real things had a much higher value these days. He looked over to an old photograph of you. That was genuine too. A rarity, really.
“Do you remember this night? You were especially breathtaking. You looked different that night. You had this sparkle in your eyes, and it was the most amazing thing. We went out to dinner, I drove you to the quiet hill a few miles away from Hank’s old house. We watched stars for hours, but every time I saw one, I couldn't help but think, ‘Wow, even the stars don’t compare to your eyes.’ Cheesy, I know. You told me.” He grinned, feeling melancholy. “But really, it was the best night of my life.” A gust of wind whooshed by, leaving Connor feeling a little chilly.
“Ah,” he exhaled. “Are you cold? Well, I don’t know. Will this keep you warm?” He pulled off his jacket and offered it to you.
The silence was deafening, and it felt like the temperature kept dropping.
It was probably the climate control ships overhead.
Reality was coming back too fast, and it kept getting colder.
He felt like he was going to cry.
“I should be going now, I-I’m really sorry,” Connor whispered, voice raspy. He looked at the stone. Your name was set in neat, perfect letters. It wasn’t real enough. It was just a cold stone. It wasn’t warm like your body.
He traced the letters of your name. He carefully memorized the moment, the sliver of time. The engraved words were standard, and pretty simple as far as gravestones went.
First name. Last name.
Date of birth -- Date of death.
Some endearing words: “I love you.”
It didn’t matter now. They were only carved words. Connor wanted them to be real. Real was valuable.
“I love you,” he half yelled, watching the grave for some kind of reaction. “I love you!”
No response. Vehicles passed by in the background.
“Come on,” Connor cried. “Come on! I love you!”
The wind whistled around him as the petals of the delicate golden flower were swept away in the wind.
“You love me too, right?”
Pause.
“Please.”
Hesitation. There was no reply.
“Well I...I just wanted you to know that in this world of fake perfection, the love I had--no, have--for you is real. Maybe I’m not an actual human, but I-I’m not lying.”
“This love is real. Even if androids don’t go to heaven, I’ll keep you warm. I’ll find a way to get back to you.” Connor wouldn’t let go of the light of hope. “This love is real,” he repeated. He turned around, picked up the items he had brought, and began to walk away.
He stopped and looked back at where you lay under the earth.
He smiled.
You smiled back.
It was a warm autumn day.
tags for the real bois: @angelwrote @spectacular-spiderboy @connorshero
a/n: written for @angelwrote‘s 1k challenge. I kept changing my mind on this (which is why it’s on the shorter side) and I don’t think it’s ended up the best but here we go anyway ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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“Do you trust me?”
The question came seemingly out of nowhere at the time, but as usual you were quick to answer with no hesitation.
“With my life.”
It didn’t even occur to you to query just why he was asking you something he already knew the answer to – why would you have?
It wasn’t the first time he’d asked you a question simply because he needed confirmation of what you were thinking. He might be able to tell a lot about you through his observations and analysis, but even CyberLife’s newest prototype couldn’t read minds.
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How you desperately wished you could go back and change your answer – although you already knew that you would say the same thing again and again, given the chance.
That was your downfall.
That was the reason you found yourself slumped against a railing, only able to watch the one you had come to love returning to the weapon he had cast to the ground only minutes before.
Maybe Connor was right. Maybe emotions were a weakness. Nothing good had come from yours.
Through blurred vision you watched him turning away from the edge of the roof. It was silent asides from the distant sounds of gunfire arising from the direction that the demonstration was happening in.
The demonstration he was supposed to be putting an end to. Something was wrong.
He didn’t shoot?
For just a moment you allowed yourself the faintest glimmer of hope that perhaps he wasn’t just the soulless machine he’d been all along.
You mustered the energy to lift your head further when his feet came to a stop in front of you, only to find him observing you with no hint of emotion across his stupidly perfect features. That hurt more than you’d care to admit.
All of the gentle touches and warm smiles, the calming words and promises. All of it fake. A clever act on his part to draw you in and have you dancing like a puppet on his strings.
You needed someone to listen – someone you could come to trust and to love. So that’s the part he played. And he played it to perfection.
“I warned you to stay out of my way.”
The reminder was like a punch in the chest. He had warned you. He warned you at the same time he shattered the illusion you had so easily and foolishly believed.
But you still followed him to the roof. You still tried to reason with him. Because, despite knowing the truth, you still loved him.
You couldn’t even muster up the energy to retaliate or make one last desperate attempt to dissuade him from the mission that drove him to do such awful things. You weren’t an expert by any means, but even you knew that seeing so much of your own blood on the ground wasn’t a reassuring sign.
“I have to complete my mission.”
It wasn’t an explanation or an apology. He was simply stating a fact and reminding you again how you were nothing more than a pawn in his carefully crafted game.
Something to be sacrificed and cast aside the moment you got in his way.
You called his name in a voice that was nothing short of pitiful when he started to walk away without another word. The answer you received as he reached the door simply drew a short bitter laugh from your parted lips, the truth of it undeniable.
ENTRY FOR @angelwrote !!!! This is for her 1K writing challenge and my ass had to shit out this piece of crap sorry it’s bad
Prompt: I’ve never felt so close to someone before.
Warnings: there’s like, blood, death, and viciously slaughtered androids PLEASE BE CAREFUL
A/N: hey boys uhhhhhhhh my phone is being crap and all my stuff is on tumblr mobile so bear with me pleeease
In life, everything would come in full circle.
That day felt like it was god sent, like an angel flying down to give you one good thing. You were already blessed with meeting an android named Connor a few months ago, but then he had asked you to be his girlfriend. Girlfriend! Everything seemed to spin a little as you grinned like an idiot, feeling giddy just thinking about it. God, he was too good for you. Connor had approached you after your shift at the station ended, and he had brought you coffee, just the way you loved it. Your heart skipped rope in your chest and you cradled it against you, your face flushing in the chilly night. The pleasantly warm drink brought comfort to your freezing hands, but before you could thank Connor, he spoke.
“That drink may be close to you now,” he laughed at little, giving you the most adorable smile. “But I’ll get closer than that inanimate object ever will.”
Fuck, that man was trying his best. He made a good effort, and you were instantly swayed.
“Connor,” you giggled, heart melting. “Are you asking me out?”
“Absolutely,” he grinned, extending his hand and bowing slightly. “Would you like to go somewhere now or reschedule?” Of course, you took that damned hand and let him take you to a quaint little restaurant in the nicer part of the city. You took a brief stroll with him afterwards, still savouring the tasty food.
“Connor, you didn’t have to pay!” You protested, linking arms with him.
“My treat,” he smiled, making every part of you feel tingly. “After all, I was the one to ask you out.”
“It should’ve been me who paid,” you mumbled, content with leaning close to Connor.
“I’ll let you pay for the taxi home.”
“I still feel like I should have been the one to cover the dinner. You don’t get paid enough at the station. Oh, I almost forgot! Do you still live with Hank? Do you need a place to stay?”
“No, don’t worry. Hank’s been really nice about letting me sleep there.” Connor gave a chuckle, meeting your eyes.
His eyes were so soft, so kind. You felt like you’d fall in if you got to close to those eyes. There was so much depth to him.
“Has Gavin been giving you shit lately?” That was something that always got on your nerves when the two of you were friends. You despised how he treated Connor. You hated every fibre of his being with a passion.
“No, not really,” he replied passively. “He’s actually been ignoring me lately. Something tells me that the RK900 model has something to do with it.”
“Good,” you sighed. “I’m glad he leaves you alone now.” The both of you hailed a taxi, and Connor insisted on dropping you off first. He wrapped you in a hug before you exited the car. You stood at the entrance of your apartment building, watching the vehicle drive away. You sighed happily, barely containing the bubbles of laughter forming in your stomach.
His presence made it the best date. His everything was what made you love him. He always had the best intentions in mind whenever he did anything. You loved him for that. No one you had ever known had made you smile wildly. He did everything within his power to keep you happy, and you did the same for him. It felt like you really belonged together, staying until the very end. Everything seemed set in stone. You were about to move to a bigger apartment with him after almost a year. You always settled arguments by talking it out quietly. You and your partner were always with Hank and Connor during cases. No one could ever know you better than Connor. He was always by your side, no matter what.
It did seem a little too perfect.
He was still the best boyfriend you could ask for. You couldn’t get enough of him and his antics. He was so young, and learned new things everyday. You lived for that excited glimmer in his eyes. You loved cuddling with him on the couch and stealing his DPD hoodie. He would smile whenever you did, and it made everything look so pure, so happy, and made you feel loved. He was, in his own way, the light of your life.
Really, it was too perfect.
And life did come full circle for you.
You swore that Connor would be the death of you sometimes.
Unfortunately, you were right, in a way.
It was such a cliche for you. Violent android murderer on the loose in the seedy part of the city. Your partner, Hank, Connor, and you were sent to check it out before backup came. Here you were, standing in front of a street lined with overgrown weeds and dilapidated houses, all of it making your gut instinct tell you “run.” Still, lady justice called for you and you were fucking intent on catching the killer. Innocent androids slaughtered slowly, each biocomponent slashed one at a time before being removed one by one. It sickened you.
You would make sure that whoever it was would be caught.
At what price?
You pushed that thought away and scoured one side of the street, some distance behind Connor, who was peering into the shadows of an abandoned house’s front yard. Hank was on the other side of the road. You quickly noticed something shuffling in the bushes near Connor, and it made your heart stop. The form of a person cocked a gun slowly. You sprinted towards him, throwing yourself in front of him, wrapping one arm around his torso and used the other to cradle his head and shield him.
A bullet sang home, driving itself into the middle of your back and flying straight through you. It lodged itself in Connor’s shoulder, but that was the least of his concerns now. Hank and your partner came running from somewhere on the other side of the street, aiming for the suspect. Neither you nor Connor paid much attention, for Connor was trying to put pressure on the wound, but it was no use. The world shifted and swirled as you staggered to your knees.
Dying on a case and in the arms of the one you loved? It was so cliche that you almost laughed, but this was all too real. The searing pain, the burning of hushed and unshed tears standing in your eyes, and the pain that replaced all that was warm in Connor’s eyes.
You felt so cold. So distant. Every noise dulled to a drone as you focused solely on Connor’s voice.
You were dying. You were sure that Connor could feel it too.
“Hey,” he croaked, blue tinged tears silently streaming down his perfect fucking face. He was too perfect for you. Fuck. This was how the universe got back at you. “Hey, hey stay awake.” He pulled you into his chest, ignoring the growing red stains that stood out harshly in a street lamp’s glow. Blue blood started to mix with the crimson hue of your own, giving the liquid a faint glow.
“Mm,” you whimpered, reaching for his hand. “Please.”
“No, you have to stay awake, okay? I-I...my systems...I can’t figure out what to do. Please stay with me. Come on, you got to…” A pitiful sniff came from the android.
“Give my best wishes to...Hank and Sumo,” you hummed, grasping his palm.
“Don’t you say that!” Connor roared, visibly shaking. “I…”
“Connor,” you strained, lips slick with your own metallic tasting blood. “I’ve never…felt so close to someone before.”
“I’m glad,” he closed his eyes, resting his forehead on your own. Your breathing became faint.
