Synopsis: You discover a hidden spot in the mansion where Quicksilver goes to think. He shows it to you, and as you share secrets, the tension builds, leading to a soft, stolen kiss.
Warnings: Maybe some cursing, besides that, just fluff! ☁️🩷
You wandered through the surprisingly quiet halls of the X-Mansion, trying to find something to do on this slow day. You were about to walk past a small hallway but stopped, seeing a light under a door. Peter's door. It's not unusual for him to be up at this time, but something was off. You pressed your ear to the door, hearing some light curses and shuffling.
"Peter?" You knocked on the door, it creaking open. You saw Peter half-way out of his window with the all-too familiar silver jacket basically glowing in the moonlight. "Hey, baby- What do you need?" Peter cocked a smile on his face, now sitting on his windowsill. "What are you doing? Are you trying to kill yourself or something?" You walked in and shut the door, crossing your arms. "Just uh- looking at the moon. Mhm. Yep." Peter didn't even believe his own lie. How could he lie when you were standing right in front of him in your cute pajamas and the sleepy look on your face. "Mhm. Tell me the truth, Peter." He sighed and stood up, taking your hand. "Why use words when I can show you?" You were about to respond before he held the back of your head and speed through the house.
Before you knew it, you were outside.
"Peter, what are you-" He sped you into a small clubhouse. It was a cozy room filled with music players and dirty clothes. "I'd hope no one would find this place, but since I'm showing it to you, you're not finding it." Peter laid down into the beanbag chair, you sitting in the small chair in front of him. "Why keep this place hidden? Too small for anyone else?" You smiled, leaning back a bit. "That and I come here to be alone sometimes. I like having a big-mutant family and all but... It's a bit much with everyone. Sometimes a guy just needs-"
"A place too think."
"Mm... Yeah. You get it?" Peter cocked his neck to the side, his silver hair moving and settling into place. Damn, why did it take you this long to realize he was cute? Well- You've had thoughts before. But never so... vivid. "Yeah, sometimes it's a bit much. The talking, the fighting, the crowed hallways. Why do you think my headphones are basically attached to me?"
You chuckled, the tension easing as you exchanged glances, both of you sharing that unspoken understanding. Peter’s presence was oddly comforting in this hidden sanctuary, a stark contrast to the chaos of the mansion.
“Right?” he replied, a smirk playing on his lips. “It’s nice to have a little escape now and then. Like our own little secret.” He leaned forward slightly, eyes sparkling with mischief. “And now you’re in on it.”
You nodded, feeling a warmth bloom in your chest. “I guess that makes me special, huh?”
“Special indeed,” he said, his tone shifting to something softer. The playful air around him faded, replaced by a sincerity that made your heart race. “I don’t show this place to just anyone.”
The moment hung between you like a delicate thread, pulling you closer together. You watched as he shifted in the beanbag, looking slightly vulnerable but still that charming, cocky guy you knew. “So, what else do you do in your secret hideout?” you asked, trying to keep the mood light, even as the tension crackled in the air.
“Sometimes I think about life, or I just play music and pretend I’m a rockstar,” he said with a chuckle, but his eyes were serious. “But mostly, I just think about… stuff.”
“Stuff?” You raised an eyebrow, leaning forward, intrigued. “What kind of stuff?”
He hesitated for a moment, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face. “You know, like… what it all means. Being a mutant, having powers, all that. But lately, I’ve been thinking about people too.” His gaze locked onto yours, and you felt your breath hitch slightly.
“People?” you echoed, heart pounding. “Like…?”
“I dunno. Maybe people like... you.” The words hung in the air, heavy and electric. His expression was earnest, searching yours for a reaction.
You felt a rush of warmth spread across your cheeks. “Me?”
“Yeah,” he said, voice low. “You’ve always been there for me. And I’ve been wanting to tell you… well, I think you’re incredible.”
The sincerity in his eyes made your pulse quicken. It was that moment—the one that seemed to stretch and expand, where everything else faded away. You could hear your heart beating in your ears. “Peter, I—”
Before you could finish, he closed the distance between you, his hand brushing against your cheek. “Can I show you? How incredible I think you are.” he asked softly, and you nodded, breathless as your throat felt dry.
In an instant, his lips were on yours, tentative at first but quickly growing more confident, as if he were testing the waters of this uncharted territory. You melted into the kiss, feeling the warmth radiate between you, a rush of electricity that made everything else fade away. You reached up and felt his silver strands go through your fingers. This felt like a dream. He was kissing you, and not out of pity or a dare- Because he liked you. He really liked you...
When he pulled back, both of you were breathless, foreheads resting against each other. “Wow,” he whispered, a boyish grin spreading across his face. “So, do you think I could ever be a rockstar?”
You laughed, the moment lightening but the intensity still there. “You definitely have the charm for it,” you replied, heart still racing. “But let’s focus on this secret hideout first.” He chuckled, that easy, familiar laugh you loved. “Deal.” The night stretched out before you, filled with possibilities, the quiet of the clubhouse now brimming with newfound connection.
summary: one thing led to another and the argument you had with peter a couple weeks ago put a rift in your relationship, when spiderman comes in unannounced at your pit party, it only opens a door to two idiots finding their peace with one another.
genre: angst, ex-friends(ish) to lovers, fluff
word count: 3.2k+
note: this is just a blurb i wrote bc nothing is working out for me rn so i needed to destress with this fine ass man
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As much as it was difficult to discern between the glossiness of your eyes and the blurry skylines of Queens, you really wanted to guess it was tears that were causing this.
The wind was biting and unforgiving, and although you had initially thought it would be this chilly, there was a whole new set of emotions that sent your body in a rigid form.
There was a box of pizza next to you, and even if your stomach rumbled, you knew you couldn't hold the food down for long.
With the air that rushed past your ears and the erratic thumping in your weak chest, you missed the little thump that came from behind you.
"Whoa..." Your shoulders froze at the voice, "You're not um," You whipped your neck around, mouth falling open in surprise when you saw who it was, "You're not thinking of jumping, are you?"
Despite his wide popularity, especially around your area, you had never seen the hero before, and seeing spiderman up close was definitely much more intimidating than you thought it would be.
He was clad in his infamous red suit, though his voice was certainly much deeper than you expected it to be. Perhaps even fake? It sounded far too low for any normal human being.
You felt your cheeks heating up in his presence regardless, embarrassed that the celebrated hero found you in such a vulnerable state, and you quickly swatted at your cheeks to rid them of any tear tracks.
"I-" You paused, not knowing if you should bow or courtesy or shake his hand, and you suddenly felt your mouth running dry as you continued to just stare at him, "Mr, um, spiderman? It's such an honor, oh god, if only my friends were here, oh wow..." You trailed off, rambling as you paced back and forth, heartbeat picking up as you stuttered to a stop.
"No! I'm not um," You suddenly remembered his original question as you glanced behind you, to the ledge you were sitting on, and gulped, "Not thinking of j-jumping."
His little eyes narrowed and you took a step back, picking at your nails as you nervously looked back at him, not knowing what you should do.
You watched in silence as he gazed around you, noting the little blankets you had laid out, the pizza box left untouched, the little cupcakes you had made earlier, the laptop whose screen faded to black after some time of no use, and you could almost see the questioning in his spider-eyes.
Peter, in all his glorious honesty, didn't know why he was here.
From the way it had been going the past couple of weeks, it seemed that you no longer wanted anything to do with him. The arguing had gotten to such a point he genuinely questioned if you could even stand being in the same room as him, let alone spend quality time together.
But he knew you too well, your apartment building too well, and seeing your frame on that rooftop worried a part of him he never knew was there.
Aside from your awkward shuffling, it seemed that you were either nervous from him being here, or just not expecting any company guessing on the layout, but a part of him itched, no, ached to speak with you again, even if it wasn't on knowing terms.
You, however, half expected him to leave, seeing that his hero duty was out of the way. If you weren't going to jump, then he'd have no use being here. But he seemed quite intent on staying if his awkward posture said anything about it.
"That's um, that's good," He faltered when he saw you looking at him, quickly glancing somewhere else as he tried to think of logical reasoning behind you being up here.
"Are you havin' a party up here or something?" He finally asked after a couple of seconds of uncomfortable silence.
You must have had a shockingly surprised look on your face for the little laugh that escaped his lips, and you gave him a small smile, and then a nod.
"Yeah, um, actually," You rubbed the back of your head as you looked at the pitiful scene, "Can't say it's been such a success, though," You gave a sad snort, kicking some little pebbles aside as you waited for him to respond again.
He began walking around a bit, scooping out the rooftop as he looked over his shoulder, waiting for you to explain.
"What's the party for?" You watched intently, deciding whether or not to tell the famous hero the truth, but you figured this would be the last you'd be seeing of him, so you shrugged, sitting down near the ledge as you rested your chin on your elbows, peering out into the skyline as you answered.
"My birthday," You sighed, trying your best to bit back the tears you had so terribly fought against the past hour, "But uh," You gnawed on your lip from keeping it from wobbling, "Not many people showed up if I'm being honest."
Unbeknownst to you, since your back was to him, Peter stopped instantly upon your words, heart freezing in his chest as he watched your breathing become a bit ragged.
No, it couldn't have been today. It had to have been in a couple weeks, it had to be, but as he counted the days down in his head he could only come to one faithful number.
"So," He clenched his fists, grateful that you couldn't see him, "Who came?" Please, he prayed, let Gwen have to remember to come.
You took in another shaky breath, really hoping that the masked hero had terrible hearing as you shrugged, quickly wiping at your eyes as you harshly bit your cheek.
"Nobody," You breathed roughly through your nose, "But it's okay, actually," You looked back at him, trying to look your strongest as you pointed to the pizza and cupcakes, "I'll probably just celebrate with my parents when they come back from their trip." You felt your voice get quieter and quieter in embracement. Eventually, you just shut up as you let the roar of car honking take over.
For once, he was grateful you didn't know of his identity. It helped him a bit by looking like less of a dick as he slowly approached you, still formulating the words to make up for his unmasked counterpart.
"Well, they're all terrible friends, then," He said carefully, calculating your response.
Even so, he didn't want to blame her for a mistake that was his fault. He knew he should have taken the blame for the falling out you had a while ago, but his ego was far too big to accept something like that.
So instead, he just brought you down with him, when he knew damn well it wasn't your fault.
But instead, curse your evergrowing heart, you let out a soft giggle, rubbing your nose to hide the snot as he crouched down a bit further from you.
Never in your wildest dreams would you have guessed you'd be spending your birthday with the spiderman. Even if you were crying your eyes out in front of him, it felt a little better to be with someone than to be alone.
"It's kinda on my end, if I'm being honest," You admitted, giving a wet chuckled as you glanced at his mask, gnawing on our bottom lip as you decided if you should tell him the truth.
"Oh?" Peter wanted to know more, who you wanted to blame, but spiderman just had to act curious, and a part of him felt terrible for lying to you like.
In all your years of knowing you, you've never done anything to deliberately hurt him. Push him sometimes, sure, but that's what your friendship was. Cheesy jokes, lame movie jabs, and hours spent struggling over chemistry homework because the teacher just refused to hold any office hours.
"Yeah," You heaved out another sigh, turning around as you leaned back on the bricks, "I haven't really been speaking to them, but..." You trailed off, deep in thought. You knew the texts went through, so it was only up to them to ignore it.
You hoped, in a sense, that this would reconcile things between your group. You could count on a singular hand how many times this had happened before, and you really tried your best to use things you knew they liked to get them to ease up a bit.
"It's no excuse for them not to come. They're your friends," He firmly said in his deep voice, and despite his serious tone, you let out another laugh, stopping instantly when you felt as though you were disrespecting him.
His eyes narrowed again, but under his mask, he felt his lips quirk up in a small smile, thankful to have made you laugh somehow, even if it was indirectly caused.
"What?" He questioned, but even then, it might have been the ain you felt or just how tired you were from everything, you chortled again.
"I'm sorry, it's just that," You pointed weakly to his mask, "Your voice is a bit, well," You bit your lip, thinking of the right worm "Distorted."
Peter grinned, shifting his posting so that he was crossing his knees, facing you as he shrugged, playing with the hem of the blanket as he answered.
"Can't have ya' bumping into me on the street and recognizing me by voice, that's just a hassle for me to clean up," He really hoped you could tell that he was teasing despite his messed up tone, but your chest rumbled as you let out a stronger laugh, still stuffy from your crying, but still, improvement.
"Threatening to kill an innocent citizen? Surely that can't look good on your record," You joked back and he let out an audible sigh of relief.
"Not kill," His hands bumped your shoe on accident as he situated himself more comfortably on the floor, "There are more ways to make someone quiet." Peter truly knew none of them.
And just like that, you and Peter fell into your little playful banter, and after he wondered why he felt so full after being so empty these past couple of weeks, and with a solemn, guilty look at you, he knew why.
"Do you want some pizza?" You offered randomly, and almost wanted to bury yourself deep in a pile of sand for even speaking.
"Pizza?" His head turned to the box as if he'd never heard the word before.
"Yeah," You shrugged, "It's a bit cold though. But for everything you do for New York, you can have a slice, as long as you promise not to kill me when you see me on the street," You sent him a little wink and behind the mask, Peter wanted to hide his face in his hands for blushing.
"You sure?" He was hesitant in even asking the question. What would you think if you knew it was him under that mask? Surely you wouldn't offer the pizza to the Peter you knew.
"Yeah, f'course," You pushed the box to him, and then your little tupperware of cupcakes as well, "You can have some of these if you'd want, too."
His hands faltered over the box.
"Really?" It felt wrong eating this food. This had to be crossing some sort of friendship, ex-friends, on the brink, whatever the two of you were, line.
"Take as many as you'd like," You assured him as you pushed them in his direction, ducking your face in your hands, entirely angeling your back towards him as he stopped his movements.
"What are you doing?" He asked and you felt your brows furrow at the obvious question.
"Giving you privacy, of course," You responded as if it was the only explanation.
He chuckled, shaking his head as you peaked over at the ground, only for him to be peering back up at you, and you let out a quiet yelp.
The bottom of his mask was lifted up, and you could only see his mouth and the tip of his nose as he waved to you.
"Thankfully you can stare at me all you want, this mask can be detached." You felt your cheeks warm up at his words, especially now that you could actually hear his real voice.
"You are aware that I now know what you sound like, right?" You tilted your head to the side, and almost laughed when the pizza stopped right at his mouth, and you heard him let out a quiet shit before he went back to eating.
After he was done chewing, and gulped dryly, trying to see if you knew who he really was.
"Guess I'll just have to take you out now," He went for a cupcake, noting that it was chocolate, your least favorite flavor, and as he looked at you he wondered why you would have ever made these for your birthday.
"Gonna kill me on my birthday?" You rested your head back, looking up at the cloudy sky as you let out a deep breath, taking into account the sounds of happiness he made when he bit into the sweet.
"Nah," You peeked at him, seeing the little chocolate crumbs that cornered his lips and smiled, "I told 'ya; there are more ways than just one."
You feel your hands balling into fists the more he ate, almost feeling like throwing the laptop at his head if it wasn't for the damage that would follow in suit.
"Hey, Pete?" You asked, testing out your suspicion the moment you heard him speak.
"Yeah?"
His second cupcake fell from his hand as he slowly looked up, eyes widening as a look of fury overtook your features, standing up quickly as you stalked away, almost running as you tried to get to the stairs.
"H-hey! Wait up! Y/n!" You heard him calling your name, the sound getting closer and closer until a hand wrapped itself around your wrist, gently tugging you back.
You didn't expect to bump right into his chest, looking up and see his bare face, brown eyes filled with worry, hair falling into his face as he tried to carefully hold you down.
"Get off me!" You yelled, pushing his hands aside in a weak attempt as you felt new waves of tears rolling in, a new feeling flooding your veins, your brain, your heart as yous tared up a somebody you thought you had never before until tonight.
He'd never told you? Had he told Gwen? Aunt May? Why didn't he come? This had to be why he'd always show up to class with poorly-covered bruises on his face and say they came from slipping on the stairs. The questions shakily flooded your thoughts as Peter tried his best to stop you from squirming around.
"Y/n, come on, please give me a se-" You stopped, sending him a deathly looking glare as he ducked his head in shame.
"What are you thinking?" You seethed, pushing against his chest as you assessed his uniform, "Spiderman, really? Pete y-you can't be a hero right now, you're too young! It's so dangerous! A-and you have school! A-and May!" You yelled, walking wildly around as you gripped your scalp in defiant anger.
"Y/n..." He followed you around, but you shook your head, pointing a finger into his chest as you tried to wipe at your eyes to hide your weakness from him.
"God, fuck you, Peter! You stop talking to me for weeks and then show up hours after I texted you to come?" He felt his resolve shatter as your lips wobbled.
"Do you hate me? Just say it, please, I-I can't do this anymore!" You threw your hands up, going back to gnawing on your nails as you paced around, "You always flake on me, but then I see you hanging out with Gwen hours later and I just feel so stupid..." You stopped shaking and he instantly wrapped his arms around your frame, feeling your cheek pressed against his chest as you silently sobbed.
"Why didn't you come, Pete?" You whispered against his suit.
He didn't know. He didn't want to lie to you, not ever, so he stayed silent.
"Do you hate me?" You felt so weak, hands against him, trying to push away but knowing that in the end, you'd never stray far away from the comfort that was him.
"God, no, Y/n," He quickly shook his head, his hand rubbing a slow hand over your spine, his gloved hands still warm in a sense as he pressed his cheek to the top of your head, "I don't hate you. I could never hate you," He said, voice heavy as he felt slow hands wrap themselves around his waist.
"Then why," You pressed your lips together to stop the quiet sob, "Why didn't you come?"
He faltered. Before he could stop himself, he felt the truth tumbling out into a spew of words he no longer had control over but had longed to say for so long.
"Because I'm in love with you, Y/n," He felt you stop under his hands, "I've been in love with you for as long as I can remember. A-and I know, I know I shouldn't have yelled at you that night but you just scared me so much that I didn't know what to do. Y-you came in with scratches all over your face and I just forgot about your cat..." He trailed off, pulling away from you as he tried to search your eyes for a reaction, anything to tell him that he wasn't speaking to a wall.
"You love me?" You whispered back, hands hovering over his as you almost couldn't believe what he had just said.
Your breathing stopped as he slowly shook his head, not knowing if your question was good or bad.
"I-I well, love is such a broad term that you can't really kno-"
"I love you too." You stuttered out, and he stopped at your words, looking down at you as if you had hung the moon and stars and had just spoken the unforbidden words of truth he had only hoped to hear in his dreams.
He stopped, hands working almost like a clockwise motion as they carefully moved up your face, tracing your features as if he had never seen them before.
"Really?"
You nodded, but then glared at him, with no real malice in your eyes.
"Doesn't excuse you for not coming to my birthday, though." His hand still traveled up, cupping your cheek as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.
"I know, I promise I'll make it all up to you this entire month. Anythin' you ask for darlin', I'll give you everything." It was a promise his confession wouldn't even need, but he wasn't lying. He'd give you the entire world if he could.
"You better," you muttered as he lifted you up to his lips, feeling them fall onto yours as they moved in tangent, almost as if they were meant to be there, and despite being in a spiderman suit, covered in crumbs and pizza sauce, hours late to your party, in a sense, you couldn't have asked for anything else as a gift.
Prompts: '"Good morning" kiss' and 'kiss on the forehead'
A/N: heyy thanks for requesting! so sorry about how this took 200 years lol
hope you like it!
The first thing to crack the glass of your dream was when Peter shifted behind you, the movement succeeding in waking you up as well. The strong arm lying heavy on your waist pulled you closer to a warm body, and you felt Peter's steady breathing'
Wait. Peter's in your bed.
It all came rushing back to you then. How Peter stopped by after patrol 'just to say hi,' but you ended up talking for a good hour or two over a cup of tea. Somehow, you must have fallen asleep together.
Now you had to get him out of here, or your parents would never let you hear the end of their teasing.
"Hey, Pete… Peter!" Glancing back over your shoulder at your boyfriend's sleepy face, you felt a bit bad for waking him up, but you told yourself the sooner he woke up, the sooner he could go home and change out of his Spiderman suit. That couldn't possibly be comfortable…
He yawned, removing his arm from your middle as he stretched before smiling at you. "Morning babe."
"Morning, Spidey." You grinned, leaning in to give him a morning kiss, morning breath be damned. Peter took this opportunity to steal a couple more kisses. Typical boy.
You pulled away too soon for his liking. "Come on, you gotta get out of here before someone sees you sitting in my bed… in red and blue spandex."
He groans, covering his eyes with his palms. "I forgot about the suit… do you think anyone will notice if I leave quickly enough?"
"I mean it's only five, and the sun hasn't fully risen yet, so yes. Be quick about it and I think you could get away with it."
Peter released a long-suffering sigh as he swung his legs over the side of the bed, pausing briefly before rising to his feet and grabbing his mask from your desk with another dramatic sigh, one which had you chuckling. Walking over to you, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. "See you at school, baby."
He moved to leave then, but you pulled him back down for a deep kiss on the mouth before letting him go. "See you at school, loverboy. Now go!"
Grinning, he tugged the mask over his head, shooting you a thumbs-up before clambering out your window. He was about to swing away when…
Hi can I request a peter parker x barnes-Rogers reader (steve and Bucky's daughter) and me and Peter find out I'm pregnant with Peter's baby and we try to keep it a secret but everyone is suspicious of us cause I've been really poorly lately and Peter is being overprotective and one day Peter accidentally says "don't do that it could hurt the baby" or "and everyone freaks out and me, Peter and my dads have a long talk but everything is fine thanks xx
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Pairing: Peter Parker x Barnes-Rogers! Reader
Requested?: Yes!
Word count: Almost 7k
Warnings: Pregnancy, some angst but thats it I think?
Author's Note: Yessssss this was so fun to write! Very excited to be back to posting on this page again. Thank you so much for the request! Hope to start adding in more content soon, so if yall have any requests feel free to send them in! And if you have requests sent in already, know that I love you and I will be getting to clearing out my inbox here pretty soon 🥰
Taglist: @just-that-bi-girl , @winterfrostsarmy
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In retrospect, the entire team should have realized what was going on with you a lot sooner. To their credit, most of them had noticed that something was different about you, but other than Nat and Wanda none of them had a guess as to what exactly that was.
The men appeared completely clueless in respect to the cause of the recent changes in you. Even Clint, a married father of three, hadn't caught on even after he'd seen you leaving the bathroom having clearly just thrown up. Tony had been the closest to figuring it out of the all men, having noticed your odd mood swings and crying fits as they became more and more frequent. He noted the same behavioral pattern as he'd found himself stuck in after the Battle of New York, and secretly worried for your mental well-being. He hadn't felt comfortable enough to broach the topic with you just yet though, instead opting to watch you from a distance for the time being.
The women, however, seemed to understand almost instantly what was going on. Nat had figured things out once she realized that you had been skipping training lately and noticed that you and Peter barely appeared to leave one another's sides for even a moment. Wanda based her guess almost solely upon the fact that she could just feel that something was different about you; your entire energy had changed in the last few weeks and she noted it even before Peter had. Both women had their suspicions, but had seemingly agreed to keep their thoughts to themselves until you were ready to tell the team what was going on.
Your dads were a different story altogether.
It took Steve and Bucky much longer to notice something had changed with their daughter, Steve longest of all. Either you'd done a great job of avoiding your Pops or he'd been incredibly unobservant (or more likely both), but he hadn't seen anything that he would've considered out of the ordinary for you.
That is, until today.
"AAAAUUUUUUGGGGH"
Steve was on his feet in an instant, sprinting into the kitchen at the sound of your enraged scream. He skidded to a stop and surveyed the room with a trained look for the source of danger, but found none. In fact, you and Sam were the only two in the space as far as he could tell. Sam's back was pressed snugly against the furthermore countertop as you practically cornered him, the older man clearly caught off guard by your sudden burst of rage. You flung your hands around wildly as you yelled, one gripping a box so tightly that your knuckles were beginning to turn a concerning shade of white.
Completely bewildered, Steve watched in stunned silence for moment as you fumed and screamed expletives at the slightly-terrified looking Sam, without any clear indication as to what had happened.
"I CANNOT FUCKING BELIEVE YOU, YOU GODDAMNED ASSHO-"
"Y/N Barnes-Rodgers!" Steve scolded you finally, momentarily stopping your verbal assault. "What in God's name is going on here?"
Your eyes turned to your Pops' briefly before flickering back to glare in Sam's direction.
"Pigeon-brain ate the last of my oreos," you seethed, walking forward and jabbing an accusatory finger to Sam's chest, his hands instantly flying upwards in surrender.
Steve felt his jaw drop in utter disbelief.
“You-,”
“What’s with all the commotion in here?” Bucky interrupted, striding into the kitchen much as Steve had moments ago and joining his husband's side with a confused look on his face. Steve crossed his arms and frowned at their daughter.
“Apparently our daughter is screaming at Sam because he ate her cookies.” your Pops explained tersely.
“Not cookies, oreos,” you muttered, glare never wavering from Sam. You furiously threw the offending empty package roughly at his still bewildered face in lieu of another expletive. Sam was evidently so bewildered, in fact, that he didn't even flinch as the box hit his head and bounced pathetically to the floor.
Bucky raised his eyebrow.
“And that’s why you’ve been screaming like that?” he confirmed. You nodded, arms crossing your chest stubbornly.
Bucky shrugged, looking towards his husband with a look of indifference. “Makes sense.”
“No, it absolutely does not make sense,” Steve lightly scolded, glancing at Bucky with a pointed look before returning his gaze to you. “Y/N you’re completely overreacting. Apologise to Sam right now.”
Your mouth dropped open, and you gaped at your dads with an expression that was equal parts betrayal and rage.
“No.”
“No?” Steve repeated incredulously. He stared at you with disbelief, looking between you and Bucky like he was hoping he’d somehow misheard you. You met his glance with an equally stubborn look as you planted your feet solidly beneath you and tightened the cross of your arms. “What do you mean, no?”
“You heard me,” you spat, unwavering.
Sam merely looked confused as he watched the two of you argue, if albeit still a bit scared, but Bucky was sure his shock was evident on his face. You never back-sassed your Pops, not even when you were really angry, and Bucky only felt his disbelief grow at the prospect that your attitude was all due to a few cookies.
"Y/N, you don't get to tell me no," Steve ground out carefully, voice stern with a rare sort of parental authority he seldom had to use with you. In fact, Bucky was pretty sure he hadn't actually heard him use this particular tone since way back when you were a toddler testing the limits of your dads' patience. But unlike your three-year-old self, you didn't back down at your Pops' disapproving tone; in fact, you met his intense stare with a flippant roll of your eyes, deepening your dad's shock at your abrupt behavioral shift.
"He fucking knows what he did, everyone knows those oreos are mine," you snapped, eyes alight with a kind of fury the likes of which your dads had never seen from you before.
"Language!" Steve gasped at his daughter, his authoritative tone giving way to a spluttering one of complete disbelief.
"FUCK OFF!" you shouted instantly.
"HEY!"
Bucky had officially had enough. Irritation blossomed deep within his chest at the hurt he saw wash through his husband's eyes at your vulgar screech. Teenaged angst was one thing, but it was entirely another to blatantly disrespect Steve like you were. He still didn't know what was really causing you to act like this--because no way in hell could this be all over some oreos-- but he'd definitely passed the point where he even cared.
"Doll, that’s enough. Clearly you're upset, but you cannot speak to your Pops like that," he practically growled. You turned your attention to your dad with the same kind of indignant irritation in your eyes, a flash of fresh anger rolling across your face at the sight of Bucky's equally irate expression.
"You can fuck off too," you spat.
Bucky's jaw clenched dangerously, the muscle in his cheek jumping and twitching as he took in his daughter's crass retort. Sam had long since left the scene, the nearly suffocating tension officially too much for him to take. Steve's eyes went wide for what felt like the millionth time since he'd first walked into the kitchen. If he hadn't known something was wrong before, he undoubtedly did now.
You may not disobey him often, but you never snapped at Bucky.
Steve had long since accepted that, though you loved the two of them the same, you'd always liked Bucky more. A daddy's girl from birth, you and Bucky had always been inseparable-- so for you to now scream and curse at him like this was like a flaming-red flag in Steve's mind.
Something was definitely wrong.
"Excuse me?" Bucky hissed. The two of you faced one another, arms crossed and expressions grim. You planted your feet even more solidly underneath you, staring your dad down with a fury so intense it was almost palpable. If it weren't for the overall tension of the situation, Steve might've teased the two of you for your near-mirrored positions.
"Y/N? What's going on, I thought I heard yelling?" Peter asked as he practically skidded into the kitchen. He immediately joined you, face morphing into a look of utter concern at the sight of yours and Bucky's standoff. Steve braced himself, mentally apologizing to Peter for the verbal assault that was surely coming his way.
But it never came.
It was as if all the unwarranted anger was sucked from your body in a rush as soon as you caught sight of your boyfriend. Your face crumpled into an anguished expression, and Steve could see how the tears welled up in your eyes instantaneously. Peter clicked his tongue in pity and you thrust yourself instantly into his awaiting arms. He gripped you tightly, and you eagerly buried yourself further into his embrace. Face smashed tightly against his chest, you began to sob uncontrollably.
Your dads gaped at the scene, wide-eyed.
"S-sam ate my oreos a-and now everyone's mad at me, and I j-just wanted my snack!" you all but wailed, voice muffled by Peter's body.
Bucky blinked once as he turned to his husband, total confusion written all over his features. Steve just gaped in response, unable to formulate a semi-coherent thought, let alone words.
"Oh angel, it's okay," Peter cooed softly into your hair, hands rubbing up and down your back soothingly as you continued to cry. "I can go and get you more oreos; don't cry Y/N/N, I'll just run down to the store right now to get you some."
Lifting your head from his chest, you seemed slightly placated and hopeful as you sniffled and looked up at him.
"C-can I come with you?" you asked him shyly, tear-stained cheeks turning a slight shade of pink at your childish request. Peter smiled fondly down at you, clearly happy to see that you were feeling better.
"Of course, it'll be nice to walk with you," he smiled sweetly at you and lightly kissed your nose. You giggled as you removed yourself from his embrace before walking over to your dads.
"M'sorry I shouted daddys. Love you guys!" you apologized in a chipper voice before kissing both of the men's bewildered cheeks.
The two supersoldiers both stood in stunned silence as they watched you leave hand in hand with Peter, who briefly shot them an apologetic look before the pair were gone. Steve thought he heard Peter mumbling something to Y/N as they left, but the only words he could pick out were "not good to get so worked up", which only confused him further.
"What in the hell was that?" Bucky grumbled, face still crinkled with bewilderment. Steve simply shook his head.
"I have absolutely no idea. I've never seen her behave like that, have you?"
"Nothing like that, but she was acting funny the other day too," he frowned, recalling the scene he'd walked in on just a few days prior. "She was full out sobbing on the couch a few days ago over a toilet paper commercial."
Steve gaped at his husband.
"Sh-she...what?"
"Doll have you seen your Pops? I can't find him any-"
Bucky's question died in his throat as soon as he hit the threshold of the TV room. You were curled up on the couch, arms wrapped around your knees as sobs racked through you. Peter sat next to you with his eyes crinkled in concern and hands rubbing gently at your shoulders as you cried.
"Y/N what's wrong, why are you crying?" Bucky asked. Feeling his protective instincts kick in instantly, he couldn't help but search the room with his eyes in search of any danger. Finding nothing, he narrowed his eyes at your boyfriend.
"Did he do something?" Bucky demanded. "Parker I swear to God if you hurt her I-"
"What? N-no I didn't do anything Mr. Bucky I swear!" Peter spluttered, eyes widening in fear at the terrifying look in your dad's eyes.
"Bullshit, then why's she crying like that? Of course you did someth-"
"N-no it's not P-peter dad!" you interrupted tearfully. "There was an ad on TV that just made me emotional okay? You know, the one with the boy crying in the bathroom and his dad offers him toilet paper for his tears?"
There was a beat of silence.
"Doll, you really mean to tell me that you're sobbing over a toilet paper ad?" Bucky asked, brows furrowed in disbelief. You sniffled as you nodded, and fresh tears began to pick your eyes once more.
"Yes! I mean it's just so inspiring," you blubbered. "I mean how often do you actually get to see a teenaged boy cry on TV? Never, cause toxic masculinity standards in this stupid patriarchal society we all live in say otherwise! And not only does the dad accept that his son is crying and is allowed to feel real emotions, he sits down to talk with him about them! I just got so happy thinking about all the little boys who will see this ad and feel the validation that they're normal for feeling sad every once in a while!"
Bucky just stared at his daughter with a blank look for a moment; he looked like he was unable to formulate a single response to the information he'd just been given.
"Well that's...uh….that's great I gue-"
"I can't believe you would just assume that me crying just had to be because of something Peter did," you interrupted, angrily brushing the leftover tears from your face. "It's so unfair, you always blame him for everything!"
"I-uh," Bucky stammered, flustered by the sudden change in your emotions. You scoffed and stood quickly from your spot in Peter's embrace, crossing your arms petulantly.
"It's true dad, you're always looking for something to yell at him for! It's so biased and unfair," you practically yelled. "Honestly it's such prejudiced bullshit. Some kind of outdated 'lock up your daughters' rhetoric that I can't believe yo…"
At some point during your impassioned speech you began stomping away from both your dad and Peter while still ranting. As your shouts became fainter and fainter Bucky found himself directing his dumbfounded expression at Peter instead. In a rare show of solidarity with your boyfriend, Bucky silently begged for an explanation as to what on earth had just happened.
Despite the way his heart was hammering wildly in his chest Peter remained silent. He offered only a passive shrug to your dad before he clambered to his feet and began following after you. If Bucky hadn't been caught so off guard he surely would've been suspicious at the visible sweat that was beading on Peter's forehead and the way the young boy's hands trembled as he quickly left the room, the question of what was causing your mood swings laying thickly unanswered in the air.
"What the fu-"
"She...a toilet paper ad? Really?"
"Yep, a friggin' toilet paper commercial," Bucky nodded solemnly. Steve blinked once, shaking his head.
"So what did you do?" he asked incredulously.
"Nothin'," Bucky shrugged. "She was so damned worked up that I figured she needed some space, and by the time I went to talk to her she'd already seemed completely fine. Thought it wasn't worth upsetting her all over again."
Steve snorted.
"Yeah right, you were just too scared you would make her mad again," he chuckled.
"Hell yeah I was," Bucky admitted freely, crossing his arms and shooting his husband a defiant expression. "You've seen her, you know how terrifying she can be when she's pissed!"
Steve chuckled once more, shaking his head fondly.
"Mmmm, and I wonder where she got that from."
Bucky narrowed his eyes and scowled at the implication, a surly look overtaking his features. Steve couldn't help but laugh outright at the expression on his husband's face; it was the exact same face you always made when you were annoyed, right down to the little pout in your lip.
"For the last time Stevie, she doesn't get that from me," he grumbled.
"Sure Buck, whatever you say," Steve laughed.
Though your odd behavior and mood swings were at least now on both your dads' radar, neither had any clue as to the actual reason for your sudden changes. The pair of them chalked up the incidents to little more than teenaged angst, however they had no idea how wrong they were nor just how soon they were about to find out what was really going on.
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"I don't understand Y/N," Steve stated carefully. "Why exactly don't you want to go with the team?"
You shifted your weight from foot to foot anxiously, huffing out a breath in mock annoyance and very real frustration.
You'd been in the training room, lightly working out with Nat and Wanda when your Pops and Tony had walked in to announce that there was an urgent mission that apparently would require the entire team. Internally cursing your timing, you'd tried to sneak out of the room unnoticed, but as your luck would have it, your dad caught you. Now you were stuck arguing with your dads, the attention and curiosity of everyone in the gym directed at you.
Your heart was thrumming wildly in your chest as you furiously racked your brain for some way, any way, out of this assignment and this conversation without an actual reason.
Well, a reason you were actually willing to give, that is.
"Why does it even matter?" you snapped, hoping that no one clocked the tremor in your voice. "It's not like you guys even need me anyways."
"Doll, you always jump at the chance to come with us," your dad interjected. "So what's so different about today?"
"I just don't want to," you whined, lying through your teeth. "I'm tired and I don't feel good."
"But you were literally just training?" Sam pointed out. You narrowed your eyes at him, irritation bubbling under the surface of your anxiety at the contradiction. The older man shrank back a bit under your firey gaze, the previous incident in the kitchen clearly prominent in his mind as he stepped behind Wanda.
Clint snorted.
"If you could even call that training," he mumbled under his breath. Your jaw dropped.
"What is this, gang up on Y/N day?!" you sassed as your arms flew to cross your chest defensively. Your Pops shook his head.
"We're just worried Y/N/N," he reassured, brows furrowed with concern. "You've been behaving very strangely lately, and this is just one more thing."
"Yeah doll," Bucky nodded, agreeing with his husband. "So what gives?"
Your pulse sped up once more at the direct question, a sickening feeling rising in your throat like bile at the realization of just how suspicious your dads were. Unable to think clearly through your panic, you did the only thing you could think of.
You scoffed in fake disbelief, rolled your eyes, and began stomping out of the room.
"Y/N Barnes-Rodgers!" your dad shouted in an indignant and angered tone. "We are not done talking about this!"
Damn.
"What?!" you whirled around, stomping your foot like a child. "I just don't want to go this time okay?"
Bucky's face turned red at your open defiance, but Steve interrupted before he could even open his mouth to snap back at you.
"No Y/N it's absolutely not okay," he scolded. You felt the burn of unshed tears prick your eyes as they searched desperately around the room, mind racing to think of an excuse that would get you out of this situation.
"But-"
"No, no buts Y/N," your dad barked, clearly having composed himself enough to speak once more. His arms were crossed as he glared at you, and the stubbornly annoyed look on his face was enough to make the tears in your eyes begin to fall. A feeling of utter entrapment and fear settled in your chest like a suffocating weight as you felt the hot, fresh tears stream down your cheeks.
"Doll, are you crying?" your Pops questioned incredulously. "What on earth is going on with you?"
"Nothing! I just can't go today," you blubbered, past the point of being able to hold back your sobs.
"You can't go, or you won't go?" Bucky asked pointedly, evidently not swayed by your tears.
"It doesn't matter," you cried desperately. Your dad's eyes bored into yours directly as if he was searching your brain to find out what you were holding back from him.
"It clearly does matter, otherwise you wouldn't be acting like this," he continued harshly. "I'm not sure what it is you aren't telling us, but I don't even care at this point. Stark said he needs everyone and your Pops told you to go, so you need to get yourself together and go and get ready."
The tears were now cascading down your face in giant streams and your face was growing warmer by the second. You darted your gaze back and forth between the other team members' faces, still searching for some kind of last minute way out of this situation. Finding only curious or concerned expressions, you turned back to your dads with wide eyes. You felt your mouth go dry as your lips open and closed wordlessly, the severity of your current predicament weighing you down more and more by the second.
"I-"
"No. I don't want to hear another word from you Y/N," your dad snapped. "Go and get ready for the mission now."
"But she can't go!"
Time stopped for a split second as the entire room's heads snapped towards the desperate shout.
Peter had only just entered the training room, wondering where everyone was, when he caught the tail end of your dad's order. He couldn't help but blurt the first thing that'd come to mind, the implication of which only dawned on him afterwards. As he rushed to your side he shot you a sheepish look, and you internally cringed a bit at his slip.
Even though you were certain Peter's involvement would only further reduce your already slim chances of getting out of this mission without a full confession of what was really going on, you couldn't help but feel an inkling of relief as his eyes locked with yours. His hand immediately intertwined itself with yours once he'd reached you, and your belly fluttered with a warm tinge of comfort with the simple touch.
True, things were probably about to go sideways for the both of you, but at least Peter was here to go through it by your side.
"Excuse me Parker?" your dad spat incredulously, eyes blazing with anger at your boyfriend's outburst. "I don't recall asking you for your opinion on my daughter or what she can or can't do."
Peter stood a little taller as he looked Bucky straight in the eyes with an unprecedented amount of determination.
"She can't go." he practically growled, eyes stern and unyielding as he openly defied your dad. He was standing a half-step in front of you, tense back partially shielding you from the rest of the team as he spoke.
Even with his face turned the opposite direction you could see from his profile the way his brows were furrowed and how dark his normally chocolate brown eyes had gotten. You felt a slight shiver run up your spine at the fiercely protective energy Peter was radiating, and your heart felt a bit lighter at the way he stood up to your dad on your behalf. You squeezed his hand in an effort to ground him, and he softened marginally as he glanced back at you.
Your dad however looked as if he might combust soon based on the way his eyes bulged out and his face turned a concerning shade of red.
"What's that supposed to mean Peter?" Steve interjected carefully, his hand reaching up to rest comfortingly on his husband's shoulder.
"It means exactly what we said," Peter said firmly. "Y/N cannot go on this mission today."
The team watched the interaction between you, Peter, and your dads with their heads bouncing back and forth between the four of you like they were watching a tennis match. Not a word had been uttered from a single one of them, and yet they stood completely transfixed as they waited patiently to see the outcome of the argument.
"And why, pray tell, is that Parker?" your dad hissed, scowl etched across his features.
Peter's eyes traveled to yours, irises swimming with a silent question. Realizing that there was no way out, you took a steadying breath as you nodded softly and squeezed his hand once more in reassurance. Peter smiled at you fondly before dropping his smile and turning back to your parents.
"She can't go because...it could be bad for the baby."
You could've heard a pin drop in the training room. No one made a sound, no one even dared to breathe. The shock in the room was palpable, but you couldn't be bothered to even glance at anyone other than your dads, their reactions the only two that mattered to you in this moment.
Though you'd expected a rather explosive reaction from your parents (especially from your dad), you were met instead with blank stares. Your dads were simply staring at you and Peter in stunned silence, and their lack of a response actually frightened you more than the screaming you'd been anticipating for weeks now. The beat of silence seemed to stretch on eternally, though in reality it was probably no more than thirty seconds. You watched nervously, your hand becoming sweaty in Peter's as you waited. Finally, your Pops blinked and opened his mouth cautiously.
"Bad for the wha-"
"I SWEAR TO GOD PARKER THAT'D BETTER BE SOME KIND OF DISGUSTING PET NAME FOR MY DAUGHTER."
Ahhh. There it was.
Your dad had clearly broken through his frozen thoughts enough to respond, and you would've laughed if you weren't so terrified. He looked positively furious; his eyes were darker than you'd ever seen them and his face had darkened from red to an almost purple color that looked painful to say the least. His murderous gaze was hyper-fixated on Peter, and you couldn't help but step in front of your poor boyfriend in an effort to take some of the heat off him.
Peter, evidently, was having none of that, and he frowned before pulling you backwards and tucking you into his side tightly. If you hadn't been so focused on your dad right now you might've rolled your eyes at his over-protectiveness. Instead you allowed yourself the comfort of his embrace as you took a steadying breath.
"It's not," you responded as calmly as you could manage while your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your throat. "I'm pregnant."
Silence enveloped the room once more, and you could've sworn it was even more awkward than the first time. It must've been, because you could see Nat and Wanda ushering the rest of the team out of the gym out of the corner of your eye. You weren't quite sure if you were grateful for the privacy or more scared of how your dads would react now that you were alone.
Your dads stared at you and Peter with wildly different expressions. Steve was staring off into space and looking as if he was either going to throw up or pass out soon, and Bucky still looked as if he was about a half a second away from murdering Peter with his bare hands. To his credit, Peter was still standing by your side with the same look of determination as before despite this, but you could feel the way his pulse was hammering through his veins as he too carefully surveyed your dads' reactions.
You stood quietly, trying to be patient as you watched them, but the suspense and anticipation quickly became overwhelming and you couldn't help but blurt,
"Say something!"
Though both their gazes snapped up to your face with your plea, yet neither your dad nor you Pops said anything. You were suddenly overcome with the urge to explain yourself.
"I know that you're probably in shock or angry or maybe both- and honestly that's completely fair!" You rambled breathlessly. "I know we're still only eighteen, but I really think everything's gonna be okay? Really, I do. And I'm so sorry about today, believe me this isn't how we planned on telling you at all bu-"
"You're not coming on the mission," Steve interrupted, his voice completely devoid of emotion. "Nor is Peter. Your dad and I will be back later, and we're all going to have a long discussion."
It felt like all the air was sucked out of your body as you watched your Pops pull your dad towards the training room exit. You hadn't been fully sure of just how you were going to tell them, but never in your wildest dreams did you imagine that it would come out like this. Tears once more welling up in your eyes, your heart sank as you realized just how disappointed and angry they were.
"I love you," your voice cracked as you called to their retreating forms, unable to bear the sight of them leaving without reminding them. They both paused in the doorway, and without turning back both muttered that they loved you too before they were gone.
As soon as they left you immediately twisted yourself and thrust your face into Peter's chest, the tears flowing steadily as you sobbed. He wrapped his arms tightly around your shaking form, lips finding the crown of your head and hands rubbing soothingly across your back.
"Th-they hate me now," you whispered brokenly into Peter's soft hoodie in between sobs. "They hate me Pete, they're n-never going to forgive me for this!"
Peter shushed you quietly, gentle lips kissing your hair as he began to sway you back and forth slowly.
"They don't hate you angel," he soothed. "They're just surprised. Disappointed in the timing maybe, but they'll get over it. I promise."
"I never wanted it to go like this," you cried as you pulled your head from his chest slightly. Peter's hands left your back for a moment to come and rest on either of your cheeks. He leaned down to press a soft kiss to your forehead before retreating upwards to look deep into your eyes.
"I know you didn't sweet girl, but it did," he said gently as he brushed away some of your tears with the pads of his thumbs. "It did and it's going to be okay. We'll talk to your dads when they get back and clear everything up. And no matter what, you and I are going to get through this together, okay?"
You sniffled softly, nodding sadly. Peter's eyes were swimming with guilt and dejection at the sight of the empty expression on your face. He didn't know how to comfort you in this situation, but it was like every molecule in his body was demanding he do so. He leaned down once more to press a loving kiss to your forehead, then your cheeks, your nose, and finally your lips.
You sighed, head retreating back to his chest once your lips disconnected. Sadness was still swirling in your stomach and you just longed for the feeling that being in Peter's arms brought. He seemed to understand perfectly- as he always did- pressing his cheek to the top of your head and wrapping his arms tightly around you without a word. The two of you stood there for a while, bodies entangled as you continued lightly swaying back and forth. Peter's hands continued to roam up and down your spine and your tears began to slow and dry.
Eventually you hummed, stepping back and up on your toes to press an appreciative kiss to Peter's face. He smiled as a faint pink tinted his cheeks at your display of affection. You giggled, slightly amazed that even after everything you two had done, something as simple as a peck on the cheek could still make him blush.
"Thank you," you said quietly, looking up into his eyes. He quirked an eyebrow at you in confusion.
"For staying with me through all that. I mean it's you, so I wasn't really worried...but my dad can be really frightening. So thanks," you half joked.
Peter chuckled lightly as he pulled you back into his arms once more.
"Of course angel. Told you, I'm never going to leave you. Even if your dad is super scary. You two are stuck with me now. I'm never ever going to leave you or our baby," he vowed quietly into your hair as his hands reached down to rub the small but growing bump in your tummy lovingly. "We're gonna get through this all together, as a family."
You felt tears well up in your eyes once more, but this time out of sheer love and happiness.
Damned hormones.
"You're gonna be such a good daddy Peter," you whispered gratefully. Hearing the slight crack in your voice, Peter pulled you away from his chest gently to wipe your tear stained cheeks once more.
"Hey now, no more tears today," he scolded playfully as he tugged you across the room. "When's the last time you ate something? We have the whole kitchen to ourselves now, and I bet my babies are hungry!"
You chuckled lightly as you allowed him to pull you along with him towards the kitchen. All the while, he chattered happily about the new article he'd just read about the specific nutritional needs pregnant women have, and your heart swelled at his thoughtfulness. You were still apprehensive about the upcoming conversation with your dads, but you were definitely feeling better. As much as their approval and involvement would mean to you, you'd come to the conclusion that as long as you had Peter by your side everything would work out alright.
Somehow.
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"Petey, are you sure you don't need any-"
"No! Nope. I've got this," your boyfriend interrupted stubbornly. You signed, hand absentmindedly rubbing across your swollen stomach as you watched him struggle with the latch on the new crib the two of you were setting up.
Well, the crib that Peter was setting up.
It'd been a few months since the team had found out about the newest upcoming addition to the Tower, and you'd decided that it was time to begin decorating the nursery. Tony, of course, had offered to have someone come in to do all the heavy lifting, but Peter was insistent that he be the one to set everything up. His protectiveness over you and the rapidly growing child you were carrying had only increased as the months went on, so much so that you were lucky now if he'd even let you stand for long enough to watch him put the baby's furniture together. It was endearing, really, how much he cared for the two of you, but you'd be lying if you said that you weren't becoming a little frustrated with how little you could do to help.
"Really Peter, I can help," you grumbled, annoyed. "I'm pregnant, not disabled."
"Of course you could help angel, but I don't need help," he grunted, eyes never leaving the mass of parts around him. "You already have to do all the work of growing and housing our baby, the least I can do is build the crib!"
"Housing?" you teased, quirking an eyebrow.
"You know what I meant," he grumbled, and you couldn't help but chuckle at his growing frustration.
Peter was clearly losing his grip just a bit as he struggled to make sense of the instructions that had been provided with the pieces. He sighed, throwing the pamphlet down on the ground before trudging over to where you stood, leaning against the changing table that he'd put together a few days ago.
"I've engineered web-fluid from absolutely nothing, re-built computers from scratch and yet I can't even manage to put this stupid bed together," he whined as he dropped his head down onto your shoulder in defeat. "M'gonna be a terrible father."
"Ohhh bubs," you cooed sympathetically, smile falling quickly and heart lurching at the tone of pure dejection in his voice.
You wrapped your arms around him, one snaking around his back and the other cradling his head. Your fingers began instantly carding through his chocolate-brown locks as he nuzzled his nose lightly into the junction of your neck and shoulder. His hands wound their way around your waist too- or as well as they could with your round tummy in the way- and his own hands began absentmindedly tracing patterns over your bump.
"Peter you have to know that isn't true," you soothed, kissing his cheek softly. "You're going to be an amazing dad."
He hummed non-commitally.
"You think you're not?" you challenged, fingers halting their dance against his scalp. "Do the thing."
He raised his head from your shoulder, brows furrowed in confusion.
"What does that have to do with-"
"Do the thing," you interrupted sternly. He sighed and knelt down, grumbling inaudible complaints as he went. Once he was face to face with your bump he placed his hands on either side, thumbs rubbing soft circles into your stretched-out skin.
"Hi baby, it's me, your daddy," he spoke softly into your stomach, lips so close that you shivered with each breath that ghosted over your clothed belly. "I love you so much."
The baby responded instantly at the sound of Peter's voice, feet jabbing out and kicking excitedly from within just underneath where his hands lay. You felt your heart skip a beat at both the feeling the movement in your belly and the sight of the dopey smile that lit up Peter's handsome face as he felt his child's kicks. You rubbed over his hands lovingly and smiled down at him.
"See bubs? He starts throwing a party in there every time you do that. He loves you so much already, that's not gonna change," you reassured him softly. Peter's smile dropped just a little.
"But the crib-"
"Fuck the crib," you responded stubbornly. "You are the most caring, sweetest, and most thoughtful person I know Peter. You're going to be the world's best dad."
"Whoa whoa, believe we're the ones with the mugs that claim that title," a voice chuckled from the doorway.
You smiled fondly, eyes darting to find the sight of your Pops leaning casually against the frame of the door with your dad standing just behind him. Both had amused smiles on their faces, and you grinned widely. Even Peter smiled as he rose to his feet and wrapped one of his arms around your back to pull you into his side.
"Okay, third best dad in the world then," you amended, grinning.
"That's better," your dad piped up, smiling. "Now what's this I hear about a faulty crib? Sam said he can hear Peter cursing all the way from his room."
Peter groaned, tilting his head backwards in exasperation as you laughed out loud.
"It isn't faulty, I'm just an idiot," Peter grumbled. Everyone but him chuckled, and your dad walked further into the room. He clapped a hand on Peter's back as he grinned at the younger man.
"Normally I'd agree with you, but I know if I do Steve will bring up how Y/N had to sleep in the bassinet for like 6 months because we couldn't figure out how to put her crib together."
"You mean you couldn't figure it out," your Pops snorted from his place in the doorway. "As I recall, I was not allowed to help with the furniture because you were determined to figure it out on your own."
Bucky shrugged, seemingly indifferent to his husband's insinuation.
"Whatever. Point is, I wanted to see if you wanted some help putting it together. Thought I might be able to give you some tips," your dad continued. Peter's smile widened, and he nodded eagerly before your dad knelt down to help try and make sense of the directions.
The discussion after the incident in the training room had gone much better than you would've ever imagined. Both your dads had been relatively calm once they'd returned from their mission, and surprisingly there had been no screaming, no crying, and no threats towards Peter from Bucky like you'd been picturing. The four of you had sat down together and had a long, mature discussion of what your plans were in terms of raising and caring for your child, and by the end your dads had even seemed enthusiastic about the prospect of being grandparents. Their involvement and excitement had only grown in the following months to the point now that you felt silly for ever having been frightened to tell them.
And now as you stood watching your boyfriend and dad work together to put your child's room together, tears began collecting in your eyes and you felt your chest warm with feelings of overwhelming love. Steve, noticing your tears, moved to wrap his arms around you and you leaned your head against his shoulder. Rubbing your belly lovingly, you couldn't help but feel a wave of gratitude wash over you for the men in your life and love for the little one that you'd all be meeting soon.
I’ve got an idea for a teenage!reader x Peter Parker where the reader is adopted by Bucky and Steve, and she’s training to be an actor and she has to ask Peter for help for a self tape and they end up in fits of giggles.
Summary: Social Media AU; Y/N L/N, Peter Parker and Harry Osborn are thick as thieves. Best friends till the end. They just don’t tell each other everything. Peter doesn’t know Y/N is in love with him, and Y/N doesn’t know he’s spiderman. College is hard enough without all the secrets and lies. But everything has to come to light at some point? Doesn’t it?
A/N: (this almost ended in a less than pg-13 way but I decided against that)
“I have this like healing thing. So like I’m not gonna die. Just an FYI,” Peter says from his point laid out on your legs.
“Huh?” you ask.
“I’ll probably be completely healed in two or so days. I mean don’t get me wrong, this really hurts, but I’ve been stabbed before and I’ll be completely fine. I also hit an emergency beacon on the suit. Help will be on the way,” he says smiling up at you. He wipes a tear that’s fallen from your face and sits up to face you.
“I do like you holding me though,” he says cheekily. You reach out and grab his face and meet your lips to his. Before the mess that just occurred, the two of you admitted your feelings. And this kiss is long overdue.
He tastes like iron, and your lips are chapped but it’s magical. It feels like a perfect fit, he feels like a perfect fit. Your perfect half. (Even if he did wear spandex and have the powers of a spider)
“I’m done with this. I don’t want us on opposite sides,” you say and he smiles and nods before pulling you in for another kiss.
You arrive at the Avenger’s compound. A field with multiple buildings and training areas. Tony leads the two of you to a medbay and has nurses look over your cuts and his stab. They start to patch you up while Tony starts.
“So why a cat?” he says waiting no time, and not sugar-coating any bit.
“Cat burglar. I mean the pun wrote itself,” you say and he chuckles.
“How’d you get here Y/N? You’re a gym trainer?” Peter asks on a more serious note.
“I should probably start from the beginning huh?” you ask rhetorically and they both nod.
“My dad was a thief first off. He stole from people who deserved it. And I swore I was better than him. But then life got in the way and I realized I was no better than him. So I started wronging his way.” you say and look down ashamed. Tony nods.
“I gotta have a massive headache-inducing meeting on what to do with this mess, but you guys should get patched up then sleep in your room, Pete. We’ll talk in the afternoon,” Tony says and leaves the medbay.
After stitches and bandages, the two of you head to what you presume is Peter’s room. You change into a pair of his sweatpants and a t-shirt of his and sit facing him on the bed.
“You don’t have to tell me the in-betweens of your story. I don’t need to know what you don’t want me to,” he says and you smile softly at that.
“You need to know,” you say and he nods letting you continue. “When I was a senior in high school I had this older boyfriend. He was cute and paid attention to me when no one else did. He took me to a party at his college and spiked my drink. I uh- well don’t remember much else but I woke up alone without my underwear. Easy to piece together there. He then dumped me.” you say and Peter pulls you close.
“I’m so sorry Y/N, I god. You are so strong,” he says and you let your tears fall for once.
“I headed to the police to report it. But before I got there he was hit by a car and died instantly. And I was happy. Peter, I liked it that he died. He got what he deserved. So I started stealing from rich or guilty people and killing those who deserved it. Revenge got me through the years. But I don’t want to let it consume me anymore. I just want to help people, without being the bad guy myself.” you admit.
“We can figure everything out later,” Peter says and holds your head lovingly in his hand.
“You said you love me,” he says, smirking and you look down half laughing half ashamed.
“I did. I do. It wasn’t just spur of the moment either. I love you Peter Benjamin Parker.” you say holding his stare.
“Oh god me too. I mean, I love you. Also. Too. I’m really bad at this,” he says smiling wide.
“It’s okay. Me too,” you say laughing and suddenly all tension is gone. It’s just you and the boy you love.
“So we’re like together. You’re my girlfriend?” he asks.
“Yup! No getting rid of me now,” you say and practically pounce on him. He falls against the bed with you on top and you meet his lips for a kiss. It’s way better than the first kiss you shared with him. There’s no blood or dirt or boomerangs inside him. The sweetness of it dies after only a few seconds and you’re left with just passion. Your lips move against his and your mouths fuse together. His hands wander and hold every part of you. It’s all too much and not enough. He reaches under your (his) shirt and you pull back long enough to nod. He throws the shirt far from you and lets you sit up.
“I have one hot girlfriend,” he says smiling cockily. You grind your hips against him and he groans, all cockiness leaving immediately. You lean forwards again and kiss him hard. He was your boyfriend after all…
hey, hun! Hope you’re having a lovely Saturday and I’m so happy you took the time out of your day to write some lil soft blurbs and such! I think it’s been established I’m a complete dope for your ‘old soul’ au, so if you’ve got the time, maybe a blurb abt taking the reader’s new record player for a spin?? I might melt.
I’ve been going for a 40s look with my hair and makeup recently so here’s some shameless self projection
“You’re early,” you chastised Peter with a smile, watching him in your mirror as he entered your room. He grinned at you, taking a seat on your bed so that he could watch your reflection as you sat on your floor with your makeup bag.
“Just wanted to see my favourite person in the world,” he told you simply. You raised an eyebrow at him.
“You mean my mother, right?” you teased.
He chuckled. “Definitely your mother. I only date you so I can see my real best friend, didn’t I mention that?”
Rolling your eyes affectionately, you rifled through your makeup bag as you spoke to him. “Put some music on whilst you’re waiting, if you want.”
As you finally found your eyeliner and started to carefully apply it in the way it had taken you a ridiculous amount of practice to perfect, he crossed the room to where your beloved record player sat on your desk next to a pile of records. You could hear him humming to himself as he sorted through them before finally choosing one.
Peter caught your eye in the mirror with a sheepish smile as he lay back down on your bed, just as Vera Lynn’s songbird-like voice flowed easily into your room with her promises that you would meet again.
“You’re going for a forties look today, right?” he asked, propping his chin on his hand. “I thought I recognised the dress from that thrift store we found.”
Your heart swelled at the thought of him remembering, and you nodded gently. His lopsided smile widened, proud of himself for getting it right.
“The forties look good on you,” he commented as you finished applying poppy red lipstick. “I told Captain Rogers you’re obsessed with them, he said he’d look out some old photos for you.”
That was enough to get you to whip around to face him, an excited smile pulling at your painted lips.
“You’re the best boyfriend ever,” you told him, standing up at the same time as he did.
He gave you a grin, picking up your bag and handing it to you.
“So I’ve been told. You ready to head out then, doll?” he asked, winking as he said the pet name. You giggled, slipping your arm through his and pressing a kiss to his cheek.
Summary: After finding out that you feel like a complete outcast, the team tries hard, too hard, to include you. And when a mission comes up, well, their efforts lead to disaster.
A/n: Um, hi. Idk what Im doing anymore. It seems like everything I write just ends up flopping so idk what to do.
PART ONE
MASTERLIST
“Can I help you with anything? Do you need anything? A-are you comfortable?” You groan and put your face in your hands.
“Listen, Holly, I get it that you're trying to... make up for whatever Loki put in your head, but please stop hovering. I need some space so I can work and focus on what I’m doing. We have a mission coming up and I want to be as prepared as possible, okay?”
Your sister nods and looks away, “I just... I never knew you felt... so excluded. I never intended to make you feel like that.” You look up from the file in your hands and smile lightly. “I know. And I’m fine. I promise.” She sighs, knowing you’re lying, but drops it.
“I’m gonna go train with Nat. Feel free to join if you want.” Right as she leaves, someone else walks in.
“Hey (Y/n).” You smile at the voice, warmth filling you. “Hi, Peter. I’ve missed you.” He walks to your bed and leans down, hugging you tightly.
“I’ve missed you too. Are you ready for the mission tomorrow? Stocking up on carbs tonight? Its kinda like going to a basketball game o-or track-and-field. You’ve gotta have energy for tomorrow. Especially if you’re gonna be throwing things with your mind and-” you silence his jabbering with a gentle kiss.
He sits down beside you, his hands hesitantly wrapping around your body to pull you closer to him.
You push him down onto his back, the file for the mission long forgotten, and straddle his waist. He grabs your hips and squeezes tightly. Through his actions, you can almost feel the anxiety he feels about you going on this mission.
You pull your lips from his and pant softly, holding his cheeks and pressing your forehead to his. “I’ll be safe, Peter. I promise.” He kisses your lips again then sighs, “I know, but I’ll still worry about you. You... I... I think that you’ve made my life so much better. And I really don’t wanna lose you.” You smile and open your eyes, looking up into his deep beautiful brown orbs.
“You mean the world to me, Peter. Without you... I’m not sure what I’d do. I’m so glad that I have you.” He kisses your lips a third time then leans his head down on the pillow.
You lie down on his body, legs tangled with his and head on his chest. He traces light patterns on your back and you exhale deeply, relaxing into your boyfriend.
~*~
“Shit! Nat! Help!” Your sister’s voice calls through the comms.
Your blood runs cold at her cry of pain and for a moment you see red. Moving with speed and determination that you didn't know you possessed, you tear through the HYDRA agents on the outside of the building, quickly getting inside the base and running to the room where your sister and Nat are supposed to be gathering intel.
Holly’s on the ground, a HYDRA agent holding her throat.
You muster up your powers and launch the man off of her, running to her side and helping her to stand. “Okay ladies, I’ve got the hard drive. Let’s get the Hell out of here before someone gets seriously hurt.”
You and Holly follow after Nat towards the door, each of you with a weapon raised.
A small round ball-like thing rolls into the room and you gasp, eyebrows raising to your hairline.
“Get back!” You yell, twisting your arms in a circle and creating a shield just as the grenade explodes.
You get thrown across the room and hit the wall hard enough for all of the other people in the room to hear the cracks of your bones.
“(Y/n)!” Holly cries, running towards you while Nat takes care of the HYDRA agents.
“What happened?” Steve’s voice asks in her ear.
“We need an evac. Now,” Nat’s voice says. Holly grabs your cheeks and sniffles, pleading softly for you to open your eyes. Her fingers find your neck and she feels for a pulse, a sob bursting out of her as she feels nothing.
“Nat! There’s no pulse! W-what do I do?!” The redhead appears next to your sister and takes a deep breath. “I need all the help I can get, guys. Starting compressions.” Nat starts pumping her hands on your chest, trying to get your heart beating again.
Holly sits beside you, one of your hands cradled in both of hers.
“Please (Y/n). I’m so sorry for not being there. I’m so so sorry. Please wake up. Please. Please wake up.”
It takes hardly a minute for Tony to meet them in the room, tears in his eyes as he sees your lifeless form on the ground, Natasha still doing compressions. “Get her to the Quinjet. Get FRIDAY to do something to save her!” Holly almost yells.
“I can give her a shock, Boss. 200 joules should do it.” Tony looks at his hands then nods.
“Charge ‘em up FRIDAY.”
He kneels in front of your body and, after FRIDAY giving him a quick tutorial, presses his makeshift defibrillators to your chest. Your body jolts with the contact and Holly sobs.
“Read vitals,” Tony whispers.
FRIDAY takes a moment but eventually responds.
“Heartbeat detected.”
He lets out a sigh of relief then carefully scoops your body up in his arms, flying you to the Quinjet. As you lie helpless and vulnerable in his arms, he realizes just how important you are to him and everyone else on the team.
~*~
You wake up to a soft voice whispering near your ear.
It takes you a few minutes, but you eventually manage to figure out how to work your body again.
“...and I swear I’ll never let you go. You died out there and I thought I was going to die when they told me. I can't live without you cause you mean too much to me. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe cause I love you. They don’t really want me in here, I should be training, but there’s no way I’m leaving you until you wake up. So please (Y/n), open those pretty eyes for me. Please wake up. Please.”
It takes a lot more energy than you expected, but you manage to pull your eyelids back a tiny bit, squinting against the harsh lights in the room.
“Peter?” Your voice is scratchy and hoarse and sounds absolutely awful.
“Oh my God, (Y/n)! You’re awake! I-I need to get the doctor! Or mister Stark.” He jumps up, freezing in his tracks as you squeeze his hand. “Don't leave me, Peter. Please don’t leave me.” He hesitates for a moment then sits back down.
“I really oughta tell someone that you’re awake. You might need painkillers or something.” Your eyes water and he’s quick to kiss away the tears. “But I won’t leave you, (Y/n). I promise I won’t.” You nod, wincing as your head throbs.
“FRIDAY? Can you please call Mister Stark and the Doctor? (Y/n)’s awake now,” Peter says. The AI agrees and in a few minutes, multiple people come barreling into your room.
“(Y/n). I’m glad to see that you’re awake and talking. You had us worried for a little while there,” The doctor says with a kind smile. You look up at her then over at your sister. “Did... did I actually die?” Tony and the Doctor sigh while your sister makes a noise of pain.
“Your heart stopped beating, yes. And if Mister Stark and Miss Romanoff hadn’t acted as fast as they did, you wouldn’t be here right now.”
You ponder this for a moment then look up at each person in the room.
“You... why?” Tony sits at the foot of your bed, Your sister and Natasha right behind him. “(Y/n), you sacrificed your life for the team. You gave your life for these two morons here. We... we might not be the best at showing it, but you mean an awful lot to us. We’d... we’d be lost without you. Your little snarky remarks whenever Cap says something you don’t like... the way you can always comfort anyone, no matter what. You’re loved and you’re needed. Don’t even get me started on how much the Spiderkid needs you. When he found out you were hurt he almost went crazy. He hasn’t left your side the whole week. Took a lot of convincing and Capsicle physically removing him from the room to get him to take a shower.”
“We love you, (Y/n). And I’m so so sorry that we ever made you feel like we don’t,” Nat says with a small smile. You nod, looking down for a moment.
“I’m sure you’re feeling overwhelmed right now. We’ll give you some time. If you need anything at all, let us know, alright?” You nod at Tony and watch as him and Nat walk out.
“(Y/n)... you’ve been saving my life since we were kids. Thank you. I... I don’t think I’ll ever be able to repay you, but I’ll spend the rest of my damn life trying. I’ll be annoying and overbearing, as long as you know how much I love and appreciate you,” Holly whispers, gently patting your leg before getting up and leaving the room.
A dark-haired man enters the room after a moment, a small smile on his lips. “I’m glad to see that you’re alive and well, (Y/n). They haven’t stopped worrying about you ever since you were brought here. I don’t think you’re quite as forgotten as you’d like to think.” A few tears slide down your cheeks and you sniffle.
“Thank you, Loki. For always being there for me when I felt so alone. Thank you.” He dips his head in a mock bow then leaves the room, letting you sit in silence.
“I hope you know that no matter what you feel, I’ll always be here for you,” Peter says softly from beside you, his eyes cast down to where your hands are joined.
“Of course I do, Peter. I love you with my entire heart and I know you love me. I know that we’ll always have each other.”
