Mind who regresses most out of everyone (bc brain stuff™) and absolutely Hates It and is uper embarrassed about it and never tells anyone
+ Heart who recognizes what regression looks like and just gently parents Mind and is just nice to him before he starts opening up and finally starts letting himself be little around him
im stealing ur au for Kai being the master of Ice and Zane being the master of fire
and yes this is based on that one post we were all rebloging
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"I-I hope you dont mind," Kai stammered nervously, his hands cupped awkwardly in front of him. He and Zane where hanging out in the park and Kai just couldn't resist showing him everything he loved about the park "I got you a frog." He uncupped his hands slightly, revealing a small brown and green frog to Zane. Who blinked slowly in confusion.
Motioning to Zane to cup his hands, Kai gently placed the frog into his hands. The utter bewilderment on his face made Kai chuckle gently. Zane looked worried, he glanced from Kai to the frog, and back. He looked as if he was afraid he'd set him ablaze. But Kai wasn't worried.
"What am I suppose to do with it?" Zane finally asked, following Kai as he led him to the pond.
"Nothing." Kai smiled as he gently caught another frog, and placed them on his shoulder.
Zane blinked at Kai, "What do you mean nothing?"
"Well, you don't do anything with them, you just enjoy their company." Kai grinned turning around, revealing the hoard of frogs in his arms, on his shoulders, even a few were sitting proudly in his hair.
Zane slightly recoiled, he was uncomfortable enough holding one slimy frog. He wasn't comfortable with the thought of them crawling all over him. But, the smile and giggle that the Kai gave with the frogs jumping, wiggling and croaking about him was. . . nice
Zane found himself in a rare place, he was speechless, nervous. Unsure of what to do, with the frogs or Kai. But he did know he wanted Kai to keep smiling
warnings: angst, mild language? nothing you wouldn’t see in a marvel movie. it’s mostly a platonic x reader, but you could also look at it like a very chill romantic one I suppose. they’re just best pals at the moment but maybe someday. :)
notes: the title is from “pigeon” by cavetown + takes place during infinity war. in this, you’re a superhero, and you can kind of imagine that your powers are like that of firestar from the comics. :) this is my first work so any suggestions on tips to write/what to write would be super helpful. enjoy!
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You should have stayed on the bus.
That was, of course, fairly selfish to think, but you didn’t know what else to do in this sort of situation. You had woken up, thinking it would just be a normal day, besides your field trip to MOMA, of course. You were excited, truthfully. Field trips in high school were rare, and even if they were meant to be educational, it was still something besides school.
You didn’t even get a chance to really enjoy the bus ride — when you had intended to talk to your group of friends that made an effort to all sit together, of course — but you hadn’t been on the road for more than 20 minutes before your best friend and also fellow superhero Peter Parker had his whole arm-hair-warning-sense thing and it seemed student life was put on hold. After some silent deliberation, you decided to go check it out. You had noticed that Tony had a habit of “forgetting” to tell you when these sorts of things happened, but in the back of your mind, you knew that he didn’t like involving the two of you in these sorts of things.
“This looks bad,” Peter had pointed out as he swung towards the massive, looming donut of death that was currently camping out above New York. You were flying nearby, but his uneven movement that came with web-slinging made in impossible to be directly next to each other.
“I’m sure it’s nothing,” You shouted over the noise, “I mean, at least nothing the Avengers can’t handle right?” These were the moments of being a superhero you lived for. The adrenaline before the actual fight, where you didn’t have to really worry about the consequences of sneaking away from the school bus, but the thought of whatever that evil spaceship brought with it still seemed so far away.
You had your powers for what seemed like forever but had only been a superhero since Tony Stark had sought you and Peter out to help him hash it out on at an airport against THE Captain America. He had come to you first, although you had never understood why. From the moment the two of you had gone to Peter’s small apartment in Queens, the spider-ling was his favorite.
You and Peter had quickly bonded, both fans of each other’s powers and the two youngest members of the Avengers. Your talks didn’t always have to focus on being superheroes, and it often didn’t. You quickly discovered that in a year, you would both be attending the same high school and Peter took it upon himself to introduce you to his friends so that they could be yours as well.
Ahead of you, Peter’s pace quickened as you could see Central Park come into view, and more importantly️, Tony himself. Peter arrived just in time to stop a blow from a very large and scary-looking alien, leaving the mentor to greet both of you in surprise.
“Kids,” Tony asked as you helped him scurry away from the alien’s hammer. “Where’d you come from?”
“Field trip to MoMA-” Peter was cut off he was grabbed by the alien and thrown.
You weren’t really worried about him; he had been through much worse and been perfectly fine. “What is this guy’s problem, Mr. Stark?” You asked Tony as your eyes flicked between Peter swinging back to you guys and the alien.
“He’s from space. He came to steal a necklace from a wizard.” Tony explained, and you shrugged. You had certainly heard stranger.
As if on cue, you saw what must have been the wizard fly through the air, chased by yet another alien.
“Kids, that’s the alien. Go get it.” Tony ordered, and you and Peter went after him. You did, in fact, get to fight an alien from space, which was super cool. Less cool was the fact that you were most certainly losing.
When you were sure it couldn’t get any worse, a giant blue light shot out of the sky and sucked both Peter and you into the giant menacing donut. You had never been in a spaceship, and as the air rushed against your mask you decided that you would be fine staying on earth. The universe seemed to have very different ideas.
Although your mask was circulating oxygen throughout your lungs and body, both you and Peter quickly realized that he wouldn’t be able to do the same.
“Peter, be careful,” You warned him, the both of you clinging to the side of the donut ship for your lives.
Tony’s voice came through your comms, “Pete, you gotta let go. I’m gonna catch you.”
You looked below you, seeing absolutely nothing but the outline of Earth and the engulfing darkness of space. “Um, from where exactly?”
“But you said save the wizard!” Peter ignored you, stubbornly trying to remain as he pulled off his Spider-Man mask. “I can’t breathe,” He pointed out, panting.
“Peter, you’re too high up,” You looked over at him. “You don’t have a mask, not like I do. You’re running out of air!”
Peter nodded. “Yeah. That makes sense.” For a moment, Peter rolls backward and you think he put his trust in Tony and is falling as he suggested. However, you note that his eyes are shut and he quite literally passed out and fell from the ship. You call out his name, but Tony doesn’t give you much time to worry as one of his contraptions fly at Peter, attaching to him and engulfing him in a new metal suit. Peter, able to now breathe, quickly shot up. “Mr. Stark, it smells like a new car in here!”
“What about me?” You asked Tony. “Do I get one or are you picking favorites now?”
You heard Tony chuckle. “Hang tight, kid.” It only took you a moment before you saw a small contraption similar to the one that had caught Peter heading towards you. Wordlessly, you jumped to it, letting it catch and form around you. Your new suit was now metal, and you looked at Peter and laughed. “Happy trails, you two.” You heard Tony speak from your comms, and you looked to see if he was coming your way. “F.R.I.D.A.Y., send ‘em home.” Both Peter and you cried out in annoyance as your suits burst out parachutes and sent you flying back to earth.
It took Peter longer than he’d like to admit to remember that he did, in fact, have literal spider powers and was easily able to throw a web at the ship and quickly stick himself back, releasing the parachute. With his free hand, he shot a web toward you, effectively grabbing onto you as well. After catching your breath and thanking him, you began to both make quick work towards your goal of getting inside the ship.
Peter was able to find a panel that was loose enough to move and slip inside, and you managed to help make the hole a little larger by burning the alien metal around it. The two of you quickly slipped inside, only to be met with an annoyed Tony and what looked like a floating cape.
“You should not be here,” Tony pointed an annoyed finger between Peter and you.
You jumped in before Peter could say something, which was probably inevitable. “You know, we were gonna go home, but it was such a long way down and we didn’t wanna leave you behind.” You explained, using your hands more as you tried to sway Tony, who was attempting to talk over you.
“I kinda stuck to the side of the ship,” The boy next to you explained. “And this suit is ridiculously intuitive, by the way. So if anything, it's kinda your fault that we’re here.”
Both Tony and the cloak next to him seemed to be taken aback by Peter’s kind-of-insult-but-kind-of-compliment. “What did you say.”
“Yeah, he didn’t mean it like that. But now we’re here.” You pointed out.
Tony sighed. “You could not have possibly thought this through.”
“It's just- You can't be a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man when there's no neighborhood.” Peter’s voice was sounding a little desperate as if he would go back if Tony insisted but staying here was all he had ever dreamed of. You, on the other hand, were ready to physically fight Tony if he tried to send you back to earth.
“Okay. That didn't really make any sense, but you know what he’s trying to say.” You clarified, sticking a hand up.
Tony took a breath in. “Come on. We got a situation.” Tony lead the two of you to look over the edge of where you were standing, only to see what you were pretty sure was the wizard in an uncomforting situation. “See him down there? He's in trouble. What's your plan? Go.”
“Um. Okay, okay, uh…” Peter fumbled over his words, looking to you for reassurance. “Did you guys ever see this really old movie, Aliens?”
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It all went by so fast. You saved the wizard, became Avengers, met another group of heroes who called themselves “The Guardians”, traveled -- crash-landed, rather -- on a whole new planet, and met with what you were told was the biggest threat, Thanos. Met wasn’t the word you should have used, more like you were completely demolished by the purple alien. He had a large golden gauntlet with multiple infinity stones attached and the goal of attaining all six. With them, he could do unspeakable things, and you had one goal to stop him from getting them. You had one goal and you failed.
There was a moment when you had been so close, but Peter Quill, one of the Guardians, had been overcome with emotion and had messed up. You had all messed up, really, because if it had all gone according to plan you would be looking at the dead body of Thanos, not at the sight of an empty planet.
Thanos was gone, and all you and the people you had seemingly lost with were exhausted and beyond all else, terrified. You hoped, of course, that it wouldn’t work. There was still one more stone that he needed, which meant one more chance for someone to stop him. Judging by the five other attempts made by some of the most powerful people you knew, however, in the back of your mind hope was already gone.
“There’s so many superheroes and stuff on Earth, right?” Peter was speaking out loud. The two of you had been sitting over to the side to watch over an injured Tony, who had been stabbed by Thanos. “They’ll get him. They’ll get Thanos.” His voice was shaking, you noticed, and you turned your head to him. Peter’s brown eyes were cast down at Tony, although he only seemed to be looking through him. This was the real deal, all of this alien stuff. It seemed to be hitting your friend much faster than it was hitting you.
“Hey,” Your hand moved to his shoulder, causing Peter to look up at you. “They’ll do it. We’ll be fine.” He looked between your eyes for a moment before calming down a little, nodding to himself.
“We’ll just…” Tony spoke a little before grunting, shifting his position a little. “Rest up here a little longer before we go back to the ship.”
You nodded in agreement as Peter spoke for both of you. “Right, Mr. Stark. Whenever you’re ready, sir.” He fumbled over his words, still evidently nervous, but you hoped he would get better as time went on.
Tony chuckled but remained silent for a moment. “Go check on the others, kids.” Once more, you nodded. Everyone else seemed to be ready to move on, from helping each other up to scanning the now almost empty planet for anything they might have missed.
All it took was a second for everything to change.
Mantis was the first to realize as she looked from person to person. “Something is happening…” You had been looking at Peter helping Tony stagger to his feet that it took you a moment to even look around at the alien. It wasn’t until you caught Peter’s look of horror that you were met with Mantis’ figure — or lack thereof.
Slowly, before your very eyes, Mantis turned to dust.
Your eyebrows furrowed, mind searching for something you might have missed, something that would help make sense of this impossible loss. Before you could open your mouth to speak, however, it was happening to Drax next. He only had time to say the name of his captain before crumbling as well.
Peter Quill was next, and Tony realized it just as soon as he did. “Steady, Quill.” He broke away from Peter’s support and you followed his lead, jogging over to Quill.
“Aw, man.” He managed, his face twisting into unmistakable dread as he disintegrated into the air.
Your eyes remained on Quill for a moment longer, guilt and confusion building in your stomach. What was happening to the guardians? Was it something you missed — something they hadn’t told you.
“Tony, there was no other way.” From behind you, Doctor Strange spoke to the man beside you. You didn’t even turn around because, for a meant, you were so caught up in why this was happening to the guardians that you never considered that your own team might meet the same fate.
When you did turn around, it was slowly and regretfully, as it going too fast might make it all the more true. Your actions no longer mattered, and Doctor Strange was dead.
You met the tired eyes of Tony Stark since he was closest to you. Your head had begun pounding and you couldn’t remember who else was here with you, who else to be worried about. Tony maintained the gaze with you, becoming too scared to look away. You had never seen Tony this scared before, and with a single realization you understood why, and your eyebrows turned into a terrified expression. Peter.
“Y/N? Mr. Stark?” Peter’s voice got your attention, drawing you back into reality as you turn your gaze to him in slow motion. “I don’t feel so good,” It hit you like a bolt of lightning as you realized whatever was happening to the guardians and Doctor Strange was happening to your best friend.
“Peter,” Your arms extended and you didn’t even have to think about trying to catch him. Tony was giving his own words of comfort as he rushed up behind you, and you knew the pain on his face without looking because it reflected your own expression. ”Peter, hey.”
He tried to steady himself as his arms gripped onto your lower arms. “I don’t know what’s happening,” He sounded so close to tears that it only made your face contort more, trying to keep the tears from falling. Maybe, you hoped for a split second, maybe he wasn’t going to dust away like you had watched so many of your newfound friends do. Maybe Peter would be okay, and maybe you could make it out of here, the three of you.
As he lost his footing, however, leaving you to swiping around with him, trying to lead him gracefully to the ground, you knew all hope was lost. “I don’t know what’s happening. I don’t-“ You were on one side, Tony on the other as Peter’s terrified words stumbled out. “I don’t want to go,” He begged, crying now. It hurt you more than you imagined the death itself would have hurt you. You went into this battle prepared to handle your own pain, even your own demise, but never his. Never Peter’s. “Please, I don’t want to.” He looked from you, his best friend, to Tony, his mentor, and father figure. You couldn’t help yourself as wet tears began rolling down your face. You had never been good at containing that sort of thing.
Peter paused, his face seeming incredibly adult and solemn for a moment. Acceptance, you realized. Peter had managed to accept it, at least a little, before he managed out, “I’m sorry.” With that, you saw the transition of person to dust, flying away from you like a breath. Tony lunged forward as if to catch Peter and stop him from disappearing. You, on the other hand, stumbled backward, choked sobs lodging themselves in your throat.
From behind, you heard Nebula mutter, “He did it.” For a split second, you were angry at her. How could she say something so unimportant and in thoughtful? Who the hell could care about Thanos when your friends — your best friend, more importantly — just died in front of your eyes?
You sifted up a bit when you turned your face back to look at her, only to find the same look of pain painted across her blue countenance.
Bitterly, you turned back around to look at a mourning Tony near where Peter should have been.
“What do I do then?! Huh? You—y-you come around here and talk about starting over, right? About working this out. About letting go of all this shit but you don’t get it and you will never understand no matter how hard you try! N-no matter how hard you push and dig. I am not the man you want” he took a deep breath, his brain warning him that stopping there was suicide, “want to fix or want to see. This. This is all I am, you got that?”
He shut his eyes and swallowed down the vile words that crept up his throat and threatened to spill out onto her.
She didn’t deserve that.
Even more, he didn’t mean it. So why would his mouth betray every ounce of him that begged for her and begged to be known? Why couldn’t he let his guard down? Why did he have to push away the only thing worth living for anymore?
“I am stuck in this. Don’t get stuck here with me.”
He looked down at his feet. He was terrified to make eye contact. He worried about the tears that could well up and cloud the bright blue that he saw when he dreamt. He worried about the curve of her lips as they frowned and shook. He couldn’t be the reason for this but he would never be the reason for a smile. There was nothing to do. He would be stuck in this purgatory of war for the rest of his miserable time on this earth, not truly alive but never really dead.
Gets taken care of for the first time and just becomes a lil blob in Alex's hands
Alex holding it's face and kinda swaying it back and forth while they lay on the couch [Clyde laying on top of them] and Clyde just purring ans swushing its tail like a lil kityy
