Summary: Reader and friends decide to go paintballing with her friends but everyone cosplays as Avenger characters and happens to go against the Avengers cast.
Warnings: getting lost in Ikea.
A/N: In this fic, Tom Holland is 15, for science...... yeah science!
Target was one of my favorite places to shop. It was basically paying a few more dollars to stay out of Wal-mart. Sebastian and I had been looking at clothes. He said that I would need a couple of fancy outfits for movie premieres and stuff like that. Most of the cart was filled with jeans, tank-tops, graphic tees, and flannel. I can’t live without flannel. One awkward thing was having to go in the undergarments section. I swear I never moved faster in my life.
We were in the shoe section getting some sneakers and fancy shoes. “What do you think of these.” I held up a pair of black chunky heels, it was simple yet elegant.
“I like it, but what about these?” He held up a pair of sandals that had gladiator-like straps.
A smile crept across my face. “THIS IS SPARTA!”
Sebastian just shook his head and kept laughing. “Okay, Russel Crow.” I ended up settling on the pair of black heels, a pair of running sneakers, and a pair of black converse then headed to the check out line.
****Time skip****
“Where are we?”
“I have no clue.” Sebastian and I looked around the area that displayed cabinets. “Let's flip a coin to see where we go. Head right, tails left.”
Sebastian took out a quarter and flipped it. “Heads. So we go right.” We ventured down the hallway and followed the pathway. “Didn’t we walk past this already?”
“I have no clue. Why don’t we look for an employee?” My stomach started to growl. It took another thirty minutes to find an employee and leave the display section. At the end of the display section, there was a restaurant of some sorts.
There was a buffet line of food and it smelled amazing. “Sebastian, can we get some food please?”
“You sure you wanna eat here? Why not a McDonalds or a pizza place?” He side glanced the food with a look of disapproval. “I mean, is the food here even good?”
“Okay, how about the hot dogs and ice cream at the checkout?” He agreed to that and we raced to check out.
“I am the winter soldier, you can’t beat me.” We were tied neck and neck and so close to the checkout.
A smile crept across my face. “Need I remind you how we met?” With that, I slid past a stack of boxes and got a five feet advantage. As soon as I got to the check out line, I skidded to a stop.
Looking behind me, I saw a running dad. Dad was running way to fast. “Shit,” I mumbled under my breath. As he was getting closer, I stepped to the side and he fell where I once stood.
“Dad, you okay?” I kneeled down next to him.
He let a sigh of defeat. “Yeah, just shocked how fast you are.” He pulled himself up and dusted off his clothes. “Let's go pay and get some food.”
****Time skip to the hose*****
“So part A slides into part B and that makes the base of the nightstand. Right?” I re-read the instructions while Sebastion looked for the parts from the cardboard box.
“Why can’t this have words? Why does this have to have pictures?!” Ding-dong. Sebastian excused himself to get the door and I continued to build the nightstand.
As I advanced to step two a pair of hands covered my eyes. “Guess who?” The Britsh voice rung in my ears.
“Britsh Spiderman?”
His hand uncovered my eyes. “Close enough. How you doing?” I knew what he was referring to.
“Honestly, trying to keep my mind off of it. I mean, I miss my parents and it feels weird without them, but they’re in a better place now.” It had been about a couple weeks since their funeral but it still stung. The group had been there to comfort me and helped me. Tom was always there.
It eventually lead to the tradition of Friday sleepovers. We watched movies and pigged out on popcorn all night and eventually fell asleep on the couch. “(y/n), did you hear me?”
“Sorry, I spaced out. What did you say?” He smiled at me and pulled forward his bag.
“I asked,” He opened his bag and pulled out ten Disney movies, “which one do you wanna watch first?” One movie that caught my eye was Mary Poppins.
“Mary Poppins, but first I need to finish building the nightstand.”
“I’ll help you with that, darling.”
We finished making the nightstand and we raced downstairs to set up the movies. I had already changed into my flannel Pajama bottoms and one of Toms shirts I stole. “Hey, isn’t that my shirt?”
“Yeah, do you want it back.” I thought I had made him angry.
A blush crept onto his face. “No, keep it. It looks good on you.” We got settled onto the couch and started the movie. My head was resting on Toms lap as he played with my hair. My feet were on the couch and I was curled up under a fluffy blanket. My stomach was filled with butterflies and a smile was on my face. Moments like this were what I looked forward to every week.
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Once upon a time there was a very frightened little girl. But one day this little girl grew up and discovered that the way to stop being frightened was to become frightening.
Hate | Male Eternal | FC: Tom Hiddleston | Status: OPEN
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About the Character: Hate doesn’t take much interest in talking to the other gods, or any humans for that matter. Hate only spoke when he had to, to whom he had to, and took little pleasure in the tedious task that was only meaningful when it was in his best interest. For Hate was always one to be an introvert, a reclusive man who spends most of his time hidden up in his room doing meaningless things rather than spending time with his so called “family” of gods. He does this because well..he hates everyone, and has a problem of taking up other peoples anger. No, literally, one of the simple powers Hate can not seem to keep under his control is that when someone seems to be angered, he can sense it, and instantly becomes entranced in the sour fiery feeling, egging whoever it was on and generating more hate inside them. This always ends badly for him in the end, and has caused a lot of tension between him and others. But it really can’t be helped.
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Friends with War, Chaos, Fear, Vengeance, Pride, Pity, and Doubt
Does not get along with Peace, Honesty, Hope, Love
