Prompt: I wanted one with Jay Halstead. Him being jealous of yn and Antonio and saying something that hurt yn, then apologizing and saying that he is only afraid of losing it and that he loves yn. Cute ending please
Requested: @fofisstilinski
Warnings: cursing, drug dealing father, Rude Jay Halstead
Working in Intelligence has been the most interesting time you’ve had in your time at the CPD. You’ve been able to feel like you’re making a difference. Plus, you had your two best friends to have your back: Jay Halstead and Antonio Dawson.
You’ve known Antonio since you joined CPD. He was the one to push you to apply to the academy. You’d met him when he busted your father for selling drugs. He’d sort of taken you under his wing. Through him and his support, you were able to graduate at the top of your class from the academy. You were friends with his daughter and son and would come over for dinners at his place every other week. He was family, and you loved it.
You met Jay after you started working in the 21st district. You were a patrol officer that pulled up to a domestic disturbance. You and your partner ended up walking into a huge drug operation that funneled through a cartel member’s house. Needless to say, you had to call for backup.
That backup happened to include Intelligence. You’d been helping them to clear the house when someone had bolted out the back. You’d called out and ran after the suspect. After getting your gun tossed away from you, you’d had to rely on you hand to hand that your father had taught you...all that to say you had definitely impressed Jay as he’d been the one to run after you when you called that a suspect was running.
Since then, you’d been good friends with Jay. After getting shot on the job, you’d been able to choose where you wanted to go and, obviously, you chose Intelligence. You’d always been interested in the work they did.
That lead you to having multiple successful cases and celebrations at Molly’s. Tonight, you were hanging out with Antonio and his sister. Jay had yet to show up and the other Intelligence members were scattered across the bar.
Your head was tilted back as you laughed and leaned into Antonio after he told a particularly funny joke when Jay walked in. His eyes were immediately on you and he could feel the familiar anger start rearing its head as he watched you place a hand on Antonio’s arm.
Jay grabbed a beer from the bar and turned to watch you. You were animated, probably telling a story from a couple of days ago that involved you and Antonio (as Antonio was your partner in the field). He watched as Antonio bumped his shoulder against yours as you, Gabby, and him laughed.
“If you keep glaring at them like that, you’re going to set one of them on fire,” Hailey stated as she leaned on the bar next to him.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he stated before taking a sip of his beer.
“It’s been the same story the past few times we’ve been at Molly’s. (Y/N) and Antonio are having a good time and you’re letting the little green monster come out to play.”
“I’m not-” his attention is snapped back to the table when he hears you snort. He watches as you practically lean fully against Antonio, one hand coming to your mouth to cover it as you close your eyes and laugh. Antonio is leaning into you as he laughs as well. Jay can feel himself straighten and narrow his eyes at the two of you.
“Sure, you’re not jealous or anything,” Hailey muttered over her glass.
“I’m not,” Jay growled.
The second Antonio’s hand touched your back, Jay was heading over to the table. He took a seat next to Gabby and smiled tensely at the table. “What’s going on,” he asked.
“Oh, I was just telling Gabby about Antonio’s ‘take down’ where he ended up covered in mud and I told him that he couldn’t step foot in my car like that so he had to take a public bus back to the station.”
“Right, so you being a bitch is supposed to be funny?”
The smile slipped off your face as you looked at Jay, “excuse me?”
“You cost the investigation valuable time by making Antonio find a way back to the station just because you were being stingy about your car. That’s childish, (Y/N).”
“Jay, man-”
“No, Antonio, let him keep going.”
Jay’s heart hurt at the look that Y/N as giving him, but he couldn’t shut his mouth. “I mean, you just act so childish when we’re working cases. You joke around too much and it’s honestly annoying. You act like you were never taught how to be a grown up.”
The second the words were out of his mouth, he regretted them. He knew how you grew up, his last comment was way too far. He honestly didn’t blame you when you threw your drink on him. “I’m sorry that my father was a jackass drug dealer that didn’t have time to teach me much of anything or give me an actual childhood, maybe that’s why I act the way I do. Instead of letting it all build up, you should have just talked to me earlier on, asshole.”
You stormed out of Molly’s and Jay put his head in his hands. He hadn’t meant anything he said...he was just so angry that you and Antonio were so close...he hadn’t thought. “You certainly kept digging your grave, Jay,” Antonio stated. There was no heat in his voice...Antonio was the only one who knew of his feelings towards you.
“Shut up,” Jay groaned.
“Those words penetrated deep. If you want any chance with her, you need to go and fix it now.”
Jay nodded, standing up. He downed the rest of his drink. “Sorry man,” he muttered as he hurried out the door.
Jay could see you walking down the road. You probably hadn’t driven yourself to the bar because you were planning on having some fun and drinking. Jay ran towards you, he could see your tense shoulders and slumped posture...he hated being the one to have caused that. “I didn’t mean any of it,” he called out when he was a few feet behind you.
You didn’t turn, but you did stop walking. “You said it.”
“I said what I said out of anger and fear...I just-I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I don’t ever want to hurt you.”
You rounded on Jay, eyes blazing. “Then why did you say it Jay? Because everything you said stung.”
Jay took a deep breath, stepping closer. “I just-seeing you all over Antonio...leaning into him and laughing and knowing that I’m not the one making you that happy. Knowing that I’m not the one putting that perfect smile on your face...I was just afraid of losing you. I was afraid that you were being wooed by someone else and that I’d never get the chance. I love you, Y/N Y/L/N. I’m in love with you and it felt like I was losing you so I said shit to make you leave him because at least then, you’re not close to him. I-I’m sorry, I should have taken a breath before coming over to talk to you. I promise you, I didn’t mean anything I said.”
Your face was hard to decipher as you processed what he had said. Jay was in love with you...he was afraid of losing you. You let a small smile fall onto your face. “For the record, you’ve always had me and you wouldn’t lose me, Dork. You’re lucky I love you and forgive you.” You hugged Jay, wrapping your arms around his middle as his arms went around your shoulders. “But if you ever say shit like that again to me, I’ll kick your ass.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Jay stated, pressing a kiss to your head.
Prompt: @san-penedo really likes Banner!reader, and I am all here to write for it! Also, I’m kinda on a writer’s binge for Peter Parker right now… SOULMATE AU where you feel your other soulmate’s pain whenever they get hurt.
Pairing: Peter Parker x Banner!reader
Words: 1340
Warnings: Pain, Post endgame, No I haven’t seen Far From Home
Notes: Just a short little drabble that I hope is cutesy.
You’ve come to the conclusion that your soulmate is one of the clumsiest people on the face of the planet. Every day there was a new pain and more bruises popping up on you skin than you can count. You father was a little concerned about the new markings you got every day...he’d even suggested that maybe it was another hero. You’d rolled your eyes at his suggestion...if your soulmate was a hero, you would have found him or her by now.
After Thanos’ snap, you’d felt your soulmate turn to dust, and you honestly thought you’d never get to see him or her again. You’d been devastated. You would have been part of one percent of the population to have not met their soulmate before their death. Then, he or she was back five years later and you couldn’t believe the amount of relief that washed through your body. Whoever your soulmate was, though, was getting new injuries while you were fighting against Thanos’ army.
To this day, you had no idea who your soulmate was. You rubbed your shoulder as you walked into the compound’s kitchen. “Soulmate,” your father asked.
“You don’t have to be a smartass about it, Dad.”
He chuckled, his green hand reaching out and patting your other shoulder. “I’m ninety-nine percent sure that he-or she-is another hero. No regular human being could hurt themselves that much.”
“But I’ve met every hero we’ve heard about and none of them have the matching bruises.”
“Maybe they heal faster,” he stated.
“Then why do I still feel it?”
“Because you don’t have faster healing.”
You rolled your eyes, banging your head on the table. “I have your intelligence and your super strength, but you forgot to pass on the healing gene.”
“We can’t all be perfect. At least you didn’t come with an alter ego that you had to learn to live with,” he smirked and placed a cup of coffee in front of you. “Now, I have a team to go run through a simulation. Try not to hurt yourself or your soulmate in the time I’m gone.”
“No promises. If they keep this up, I’ll break an arm so they stop.”
“Be kind to you soulmate, I’m sure they’re really sorry about all the pain they’re putting you through.”
A sigh left your lips as you drank the coffee. You’d have quite a few words with your soulmate after you met them about the pain they’ve put you through. You always minimized how much you got hurt on the job, but they seemed to maximize it.
You choked on your coffee as the wind was knocked out of you. You clutch your stomach, trying to breathe again. “I swear to anyone who’s listening up there, when I meet my soulmate, I’m going to kill them.”
You walked over to the sink, pouring out the rest of your coffee. It seemed that your soulmate was undertaking a battle of their own and you wouldn’t be able to finish the coffee in peace. You made it to the common area before your knees buckled. You hissed out in pain, barely grabbing onto the couch to stop you from falling.
You decided to lay on the couch, not trusting your soulmate to not get hurt in the two minutes it would take to get to your room. Whatever your soulmate was doing, they were getting their ass handed to them. You curled in on yourself as the pains started to intensify. What were they doing?! Tears burned your eyes as it felt as if your whole body was on fire. You’d never felt this much pain coming from your soulmate before.
Then, it all stopped, but the pain was still radiating throughout you. You couldn’t be sure, but you think you were shaking. Everything hurt. “I didn’t realize you’d gotten stuck in that part of the simulation. I’m sorry Peter. That looked like it was very painful.” There was your father, maybe he’d be able to get you something for the pain.
“Yeah, it felt like my whole body was being ripped apart. I hope my soulmate didn’t feel everything,” Peter sighed. “(Y/N)? Are you alright?”
You shut your eyes as you saw Peter start to round the couch. Maybe you could pretend you were asleep and he’d leave you alone. A gentle hand on your arm caused you to jump at the jolt of pain which caused more pain which caused you to groan. “Don’t touch me,” you finally hissed. “Shit,” you mumbled and muttered a few more curses as your muscles clenched.
When you opened your eyes again, your dad was in front of you with Peter standing worriedly behind him. “When did you start feeling this pain?”
“Uh, about twenty minutes ago, I choked on my coffee as it felt like I’d gotten sucker punched in the stomach,” you stated after looking at the clock. “Couple minutes after that, my knees buckled,” you hissed as your father barely touched some of the bruises popping up across your body. “I decided to stay on the couch until my soulmate was done with whatever they were doing, but then it was j-just blinding pain all over my body. Felt like everything was on fire. Still feels like everything’s on fire,” you groaned, eyes closing as you tried to get your breathing to even out again.
“By on fire,” your dad asked.
“I don’t-I don’t know. Like, everything hurt at once, like my body was being pulled apart at the seams,” you ground out.
“Good news, I think I know who your soulmate is,” your father’s small smile was enough to not have you blow your top at him. “Your timeline and description suggests that Bug boy behind me is you soulmate.”
“Great, remind me when I’m able to move again to beat his ass for this,” you sighed.
“Beating me would also cause you pain,” he supplied with a hesitant chuckle.
“Shut up.”
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Two Days Later
You couldn’t help but smile at the note left on your bedside table on top of a box of chocolates. It held another cheesy message from your soulmate telling you how sorry he is that he puts you through so much pain. Yesterday you’d finally convinced your dad to sucker punch you so that Peter could feel some semblance of your pain the other day considering he’d never been punched by the Hulk before. And this time, it stuck around because you were still in pain and didn’t have the healing factor that he did.
He’d apologized profusely for the past two days. He kept telling you he tried to be careful, but he was still learning the ropes of being a superhero. You didn’t tell him that you’d already forgiven him and that you couldn’t stay mad at him. His adorable stutter when he was nervous and his cute face caused you to be unable to stay pissed at him.
You walked to the kitchen, smiling when you saw your father already sat at the table with a cup of coffee. Peter was making breakfast, his back turned to you. You walked up to him quietly, giving a small wave to your dad. You snaked your arms around his waist, placing a kiss on the back of his neck before you rested your forehead on his upper back. “Morning to you too,” he laughed.
He turned in your grip, placing a kiss on your forehead. “I would have brought you breakfast, Darling.”
“That’s very sweet Pete, but you don’t need to keep apologizing for the other day. I’m over it.”
“Breakfast in bed isn’t necessarily an apology, I just believe in treating my soulmate right. You are a queen and deserve to be treated as such.”
The smile that broke out on your face was the whole reason he did sweet little things for you during the day. He loved that smile. He pressed a quick kiss to your lips. “Sit down, Sweetheart, breakfast’s almost ready.”
Notes: I felt like this was a good place to stop for this part. :)
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Five Weeks Later
The days ticked by slowly, much to your chargin. You hadn’t been able to contact Diana for about four weeks now and you were starting to lose it. You were unhappy. You were depressed. You were so very angry. You were angry at yourself, your mother, the god that was bonded to you...you were mad at everyone. Upon your return, you had been treated coldly.
You had expected the response considering you’d been gone for a year, but it was really starting to grate on your nerves. Since you’d been away, you had grown stronger with the god’s power...it was like your people were scared of you. You found that ridiculous. You were the only thing standing between them and Darkseid.
You sighed walking through the palace. Since you’d been here, you either stayed in your room or in the clearing where you could think without anyone interrupting you. You ignored everyone as you walked to the clearing. When they saw you go down there, they knew not to come near you. You laid in the grass, letting it brush against you which gave you a small comfort. I am sure Diana is on a mission. She would contact you. She cares about you.
“Yeah, like she contacted me for the years she left me here with Mother. Not one word from her. She has probably moved on already.” You wiped the tears of frustration away. “I just want someone to care about what I want. I want Mother to understand that I am unhappy and allow me to be happy. I want a sister who does not run away when things seem impossible...a sister that does not think of me after the fact. Is that too much to ask?”
She never forgets about you. You give her the drive to defeat those that would want to hurt you. There has to be a valid reason she would not contact you. She is not one to leave those she loves without so much as a word. You gave her consent to follow Steve Trevor because you knew she cared about him. You covered your face with your hands. You knew Zeus was right, but it still hurt. The problem is not with your sister. You miss Damian.
“Great job, you have figured it out. Can you leave it alone now?”
I do not think that wise. Look on the bright side, we take Darkseid down and your mother has no reason to keep you here. She wants you to protect Themyscira from Darkseid, once he is out of the way you can go back to Damian.
“She will find other ways to keep me here.” You sighed, closing your eyes, relaxing against the ground. You don’t know how long you had been there before the air changed.
You sat up, seeing the sky start to turn black. Parademons. You hurried back to the palace. “Come alive, Parademons on the way!” You tried your communicator, but all you got was static. “My Queen, we need to contact the League, the attack is starting!”
“No time, we must fight the enemy.”
“We will be slaughtered by the enemy!”
“We have defended ourselves from the beginning. We do not need anyone else to do that for us,” she glared at you.
You scoffed, “you cut the communication. You are the reason I can not talk with Diana. Strength is in numbers Mother.”
“I have no time to deal with you. There is an invasion.”
You watched her walk away from you. How dare she. She had no right to control your contact outside of Themyscira. She was putting you all in danger by not letting you contact anyone. They would have no idea Darkseid was back if no one contacted him. “Screw this,” you muttered. “Here is our plan, Z. We are going to fly out of Themysciran borders, we are going to send a message out to the League, then we are going to kick Darkseid’s ass.”
I like this plan.
You pushed yourself faster through the air. You had to do this quick so that you could help your people. As much as you hated being forced to protect Themyscira, you didn’t want your people to be used in Darkseid’s plans. You fought off the few parademons that were tailing you. You wouldn’t let them stop you from getting a message out.
You stopped once you had a signal. You pulled up all the coms. You’d take anyone’s help. “Thunderer to all those listening. Darkseid’s-Shit,” you groaned as a parademon plowed into you. “Themyscira under attack. Requesting backup. Hurry your asses, this invasion is bigger than the last.” You fought off the parademon, closing the link and hurrying back to the fight at Themyscira.
Once you could see the ground of Themyscira again, you sped up, going lower, letting the electrical field around you take care of the parademons overpowering the Amazonians. Get to the center of the fight, I will do the rest.
You did as you were told. Zeus let out a big wave of energy, incinerating the parademons overrunning Themyscira. Through the clearing of the parademons, you could see Darkseid. Stop him and you could stop the invasion. “Target acquired. Let us take him down, Z.”
I thought you would never suggest that brilliant idea.
You took off towards Darkseid, blinding him with lightning and sinking your sword into his chest plate. You pulled away, doing the same to his back. You sheathed your sword flew away from Darkseid as he used his beam. That thing hurt like a bitch, you didn’t want to get hit by it again. May I suggest full contact with his chest to send him tumbling so we can get the sword to cut into more of his armor.
“Good idea.” You flew further away from Darkseid, attacking a few of the parademons overrunning your people. You turned around, gathering the electricity in the air before zooming towards Darkseid’s backside.
You toppled him. You brought your sword forth and placed a few more cracks in his armor before being thrown off Darkseid’s back. You were barely able to avoid the foot that came towards you while you were gathering your bearings but were unable to avoid the hand that swept you into a building. You had two seconds to put an electrical barrier around you before his chest ray hit you.
You screamed as the ray broke the barrier, sending you further into the building. You slowly picked yourself up. That definitely hurt. You growled with frustration, shaking the attack off and going after Darkseid again. Each attack you tried, Darkseid defended against and laid his own attack on you.
You removed part of a wall from off your bruised and bloodied body and stood on shaky feet. “I am prepared for you this time, child. You will not defeat me.”
“Maybe I will be unable to defeat you, but I can do enough damage for others to finish the job,” you growled, air sparking with electricity. The sky opened up slightly, a rush of energy and lightning swallowed Darkseid’s figure. You grasp your sword, attacking while he was struggling with the electricity. You placed several more gaps in his armor. The Supers would be able to tear into Darkseid if you were unable to continue.
You let out a battle cry as you pulsed lightning through your sword on your final blow, hoping to at least slow Darkseid down. You hoped that with the lightning Zeus was providing from above and your added full power lightning, that Darkseid would have a hard time getting up. He collapsed under the energy. You could feel yourself growing weaker as you and Zeus kept the streams of lightning at full power on Darkseid. It felt as if this was your only shot. You wouldn’t be able to do this again anytime soon. You had to give it your all or Darkseid would win.
I can not hold this much longer. “Neither can I Z,” you stated through grit teeth.
Slowly, the lightning closed itself off. You couldn’t avoid the hand that swatted you off Darkseid’s chest. Your sword went sliding away from you after you landed. A blinding pain pulsed through your body as you slowly rolled onto your stomach and made your way to your sword. You could see Darkseid out of the corner of your eye as he slowly moved to get up. “Shit shit shit shit,” you muttered as his recovery seemed to be faster than his.
You hand had just closed around the hilt of your sword as you were picked up and thrown back down, leaving a hole in your shape in the rocky ground. “You try and try and it is valiant, but you will not be able to stop me. I will make this world in my image and all will be thankful.”
You couldn’t move before the beam hit you. You opened your mouth, but no sound was released. You could barely move your limbs and Darkseid laughed. “So you are the protector. You are pathetic.” He picked you up, entering the midst of the battle your people were fighting. You noticed your friends had joined the fray of Amazonians and parademons...backup was finally here. You didn’t know they had arrived already. “You say this is your protector. You believed that this human could defeat me. She used all her power and was still unable to stop me.” He dropped you, stepping on you, pushing you into the ground.
A groan left your lips. Pain, everywhere. Every nerve firing through your body sending pain signals to your brain. His foot lifted and you coughed, trying to get air back into your lungs. “Jackass,” you mumbled. “Come on Z, one more hit to knock him off his high horse,” you whispered.
It would be a pleasure, but I have to warn that you run the risk of killing yourself. Your body can not take much more. You clenched your jaw. “You have restored all of your strength. Anyone who wears the ring will have your powers. My people will not perish...if I do, then at least I did everything I could. Let us aim for his chest beam, that is the only place we have not attacked.”
“I will enjoy taking the life of your protector,” Darkseid was finishing his rant as your hand gripped the sword tightly.
You mustered all your strength. “For Themyscira,” you shouted as you brought the lightning covered sword up and into his chest, right where the beam resided. You pulsed the lightning through him, watching as it lit up his armor. It was finally traveling through him, not just attacking the outside. The chest beam hurt as it hits your skin, but you didn’t stop. You finally figured out something that worked, you wouldn’t give up so easily.
Let go. You can not sustain this. You will die. You pushed more power through the blade. You didn’t matter. If you had to trade your life for the life of the whole of man’s world, you would do so. Damn it, (Y/N)! You have done your damage, the others can finish him off! Your work is not done, you do not get to die today!
“You will give a message to Damian. You will tell him I love him. You will tell him how sorry I am,” you muttered as you felt your energy drain. Black spots started to dance across your eyes. You felt your grip starting to loosen around the hilt of the blade.
You pulsed the last bit of power through the blade before your grip was completely gone. Hopefully you had done enough damage to allow the others to finish off Darkseid. The last thing you saw as you fell was Darkseid staggering. You’d done something right.
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Two Weeks Later
Damian barely left your side. He couldn’t stand to let you out of his sight, afraid that if he did, you would disappear. He was afraid that if he left, you would stop breathing. Since the siege Darkseid laid on Themyscira, you had been in a coma. Dr. Mid-Nite had assured him that you were in a coma because your body was trying to heal itself and needed all of its power to do that, but it still hurt him to see you this way.
When he and the others had arrived at Themyscira, they had been overrun with parademons. He was trying to catch sight of you, but he couldn’t focus on finding you without letting his defenses down. Superman had spotted Darkseid, but had told the others you seemed to be handling it. Not that anyone could have made it to you for the sheer number of parademons. He should have fought harder to get to you.
Everyone had been momentarily shocked and impressed when there was suddenly a large bolt of continuous lightning coming from the sky. Everything had stopped as all attention was brought to Darkseid, seeing you attach yourself and send more lightning through him. He was amazed that you could hold that amount of energy for so long. He thought that once the lightning stopped, Darkseid would be struggling to stand...he thought you’d be emerging the victor.
He had been somewhat right. Darkseid couldn’t stand for a little while, but he had enough energy to swat you off like you were just a bothersome fly. Then the parademons were back to attacking and he lost view of you. He’d tried to shout to Clark or Conner to go help you, but it was swallowed up with sounds of battle.
Not long after, Darkseid was holding you by an arm. You hung limply in his hand. Damian felt his heart stop in his chest as he watched you. He was mentally begging you to move, say something sassy...just something to let him know you were alright. He couldn’t pay attention to what Darkseid was saying, he was focused completely on you.
Damian had jumped forward with a shout of protest when Darkseid had dropped you and proceeded to step on you. He loved you, he wouldn’t let you die. He lashed out at the parademons that kept him away from you, from his beloved. While had been proud of you for how you fought back in the end, he had also been filled with dread. From how you had looked, he could tell you were using your last bit of energy to fight off Darkseid, not to mention that you were also taking the brunt of his energy beam.
Superman had caught you after you fell. He had brought you to Damian and Damian had taken care of you. All he knew after that was that Superman, Diana, Conner and Green Lantern had been able to take Darkseid apart piece by piece with everything you’d done to damage his armor. They had won because of you.
Damian’s hand reached out and smoothed your hair back from your face, his other hand clutched tightly to your own. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, sighing. “Please, Habibti. Please wake up. Let me know you’re okay.”
A throat cleared, but Damian didn’t move. “I’m guessing there’s been no change,” Jason stated quietly.
Damian’s eyes went to Jason for a minute before he was looking back at you. “No. I don’t know what to do,” his voice was quiet.
“You are doing everything you can, Damian. We all know that. She is lucky to have you,” Diana moved to be across from Damian, taking your other hand. “You should go get cleaned up. I will sit with her until you return. Make sure to eat. You are not allowed back in until you have showered, eaten, and had at least three hours of sleep.”
Damian swallowed his complaint. It did no good to argue with your sister. It had been the same request every day since it had been announced that you were in a coma. Diana knew that you would want Damian to take care of himself, and Damian knew that as well. “Yes...retrieve me if she awakens.”
Prompt: For Jordan’s Title Challenge, “Other Ways to Have Fun”
Pairing: Thor Odinson x Stark!reader
Words: 1995
Warnings: Slight Endgame spoilers, Past!Major Character death, slightly depressed reader for a while
Notes: Not Thor centric at first, but it will get there.
You were tasked with watching the teenager that was brought on to the team, Peter Parker. After Tony had sacrificed his life to stop Thanos and everyone had been brought back from being turned to dust, the Avengers had been reinstated with new and old members. The only thing with the new members was that they needed to be watched and trained, especially a certain teenager. That’s where you come in. Sam had asked you to watch over the young Spider to make sure he didn’t get into too much trouble.
Not only were you watching over Peter Parker but the mighty Thor. Yes, Thor could take care of himself, but after half the population had been turned to dust (you included), he had fallen into a deep depression and gained lots of weight. It was you job to help him get back into shape. Now, you may be thinking how in the world do you keep watch of both of the heroes...well, the answer is simple, you live with them.
You had built the new Avengers compound where the heroes would come to train and meet up for missions. You had built bunk areas and a monument to Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, and Steve Rogers. The bunk areas were more like apartment areas. How did you do all of this, you ask? When Tony died, you and Pepper became the beneficiaries of the money he had made throughout his life-not to mention the money you were gifted after your parents died. Why did you become a beneficiary? Tony was your older brother. He taught you everything you know about engineering and inventing.
You stepped back from the stove in the common area, sighing. You wiped the tears that fell. You had just gotten back to Tony and then he had to stupidly sacrifice himself before you could even hug him properly. You didn't even know you had a niece until after the battle. Morgan...she looked exactly like her father. While you loved seeing her, you couldn’t help but feel depressed knowing that her father, you brother and best friend, was gone and was never coming back...finally resting.
“(Y/N), you okay,” you jumped at the voice, turning to see Peter.
“Hey kid. I’m good, just having a little think about things. Your Aunt May still coming by for lunch?”
“She said she was bringing a pie because she didn’t want to feel like a freeloader. Morgan and Pepper on their way?”
“Should be here soon. Is Thor up yet?”
“Yes, Lady (Y/N). The delicious smell of what you are making has drawn me from my quarters.” You turned to look at Thor and gave him a small smile. He was losing weight, slowly but surely. You were proud of him.
“Do we know of anyone else who’s planning on coming? I want to make sure there’s enough food for lunch.” You went back to the stove, putting the finishing touches on one of the dishes being made. “Did Valkyrie get back to you, Thor?”
“She is busy running Asgard and will be unable to get away. Barton and Barnes are out on a mission. Sam is who knows where. The others are all out, I believe,” Thor and Peter began to set the table.
As the food finished, your other guests arrived. “Auntie (Y/N),” Morgan launched herself at you. Thankfully you had prepared for her attack.
You gave her a bone crushing hug, swinging her around for good measure. “Little Light,” you exclaimed, “I’ve missed you, Bug.” You set her down, bringing Pepper into a hug as well. “You’re looking good. Everything been alright?”
“It’s still a work in progress. I miss him as I know you do, but we get by and Morgan gets me through the day most days.” You nodded as she gave you a small, sad smile that you reciprocated. “How are your charges,” she asked as she looked to the two playing with Morgan.
“Thor’s doing really well. I know it’s still hard for him, but he’s pushing through. I’m proud of him.” You took a second to send Thor a genuinely happy smile as he looked over at you and Pepper, which he returned. “Peter at least listens to me. He took T’s death pretty hard, but I think we both sort of helped each other with it. He doesn’t go off on his own and cause trouble and I usually accompany him on patrols just to make sure.”
“You look like you’re settling in well. The building looks great...the statue of Tony is-it’s beautiful.”
You and Pepper looked at each other for a moment, both caught up in memories. “I imagine this is how T felt after the kid and I turned to dust six years ago...but this feels more finalized,” you sighed, “there’s no chance of getting him back.” You turned back and walked into the kitchen, fighting back your tears. You wouldn’t cry...not today. Today was supposed to be fun.
You wiped a stray tear away as you heard Peter’s excited chatter and assumed either his Aunt had arrived or he and Morgan were having a debate. “Wow, this is a beautiful facility. I’ll have to visit more often,” May called from the entrance of the kitchen.
You gave a soft chuckle, turning to her and giving her a hug. “You can visit any time you like. I know Peter would enjoy that.”
“Oh Hon, no tears today unless they’re happy tears. I know this is the anniversary of that day, but we all decided to do this to celebrate his memory, not mourn,” she brought you back into the hug, and you gladly accepted it. You sucked in a breath, willing the dam holding back your tears to not break.
You let out a shaky breath as you separated from the hug and gave her a small smile. “Let’s celebrate. Tony would be making fun of me by now.”
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Four Hours Later
You hurried back down the hall. You had all of the videos in your hands. You had finally found all of the outtakes of Tony when he was building the Iron Man suit. “Okay, I have been compiling these since last year. I thought that we could watch Tony as he tested out the Iron Man suit sixteen years ago.”
“You found them? I thought he’d destroyed the evidence,” Pepper laughed.
“Nope,” you smirked. “I’m his sister, of course I have backup files.”
You set the first one in, smiling as you saw Tony interacting with Dumm-E...you missed the little robot. He had been both yours and Tony’s best friend for the longest time. You sat back down next to Thor, leaning into his embrace. He was the only one able to give you the strength to get through the day. He happily pulled you closer, setting a kiss on your forehead.
Thor’s laughs completely shake you which makes you laugh even harder. Thor allows his hand arm to lower to your waist, bringing you even closer to him. You couldn’t deny that it made your heartbeat a little faster. You’d always had a soft spot for the god. He was caring, fun, hilarious, and good looking-even if he had gained some weight.
You placed your arm over his chest, snuggling into him even more. He sighed with contentment. You smiled and watched as Tony blasted himself into a car. You winced in sympathy. When you had been making your glider-which was essentially a hoverboard-you had the same result as Tony in you trial runs.
You had to laugh at the face Tony made when Dumm-E rolled over and started to spray him with the fire extinguisher even though there was no fire. “Morgan, that robot was named Dumm-E, he was your father’s best friend for the longest time. He was always dependable and he did make mistakes but he was always there when Tony needed him.”
“What happened to Dumm-E?”
Your smile dimmed. “Tony relocated Dumm-E and a little while after he did, a bad man blew up the facility where Dumm-E was located.” You sighed, “I half expected Dumm-E to come out of the rubble with a fire extinguisher, but he had been crushed.”
“Do you think we could build Dumm-E-II,” Morgan asked as she looked at you with big eyes.
You felt yourself nodding before you came up with a verbal response. “Sure thing, Bug.”
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The Next Day
You carefully removed yourself from Thor’s embrace. Everyone had ended up falling asleep watching home movies of you and Tony along with some later videos of the Avengers and what not. You paused the television, smiling sadly as you looked at Tony’s bright smile.
You wiped at your eyes, determined to not cry. You had planned to have a relaxing day filled with fun activities, but looking at the picture of your brother on the screen, all you wanted to do was be alone and cry your eyes out.
Slowly arms encased you from behind. He rested his head on your shoulder. “There are other ways to have fun today, Lady (Y/N).” He knew your plan for today. It was packed so you wouldn’t have to think much about your brother.
You turned in Thor’s embrace, wrapping your arms around him and resting your head on his chest. “I don’t want to disappoint anyone,” you mumbled.
“You will not disappoint anyone. It is not just them that are in pain, but you as well. Stop putting everyone else ahead of your own needs.”
“I’m not good with that thinking, Thor.”
“Then I will help you much like you have helped me.”
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Halfway through the day, Thor had gotten you away from everyone else. He wanted to show you something. You followed him blindly...you trusted this man with your life. He brought you out of the compound and down a path through the trees. After walking a short distance, he turned to you, a huge smile on his face. “I am going to have to ask you to close your eyes. I promise to not let you fall.”
You did as he said. He came behind you and carefully led you a couple more feet. Slowly he took his hands from your eyes. “Open them.”
You gasped as you were met with a clearing full of beautiful flowers. “Thor-how-how did you find this?” You waded out into the flowers, smile getting wider as the time ticked on.
“I was out on my daily walk and stumbled across the clearing. I thought that you would like it here and that it could give you some happiness today.” He walked over to you smiling. He wrapped his arms around you as you looked at all the beauty.
“I don’t need flowers to make me happy Thor. All I really need is to have you around. You never let me stay in a bad mood. Simply seeing you with a smile on your face makes me happy,” you whisper as if talking any louder would disturb the peace and tranquility of the clearing.
A kiss was pressed to your cheek and he carefully turned you around. “You make me the happiest I have ever been, Lady (Y/N). Seeing you each day brings a smile to my face. I hope I am not being too forward, but would you allow me to take you on a midgardian date?”
Your smile brightened at his words. “I would love to go on a date with you, Thor.” You leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “And thank you for sharing the clearing with me.”
He leaned in and pressed another kiss to your lips. “Anything to bring that smile to your face.”
“Keep kissing me and there will be a permanent smile on my face.”
“I see you are taking my advice that there are other ways to have fun.”
