(Oneshot) Sleepover: You and Peter decide it’s time to have your own time together after being apart for so long, so what could go wrong with a simple sleepover?
(Oneshot) Better This Way (NSFW): You were a bad influence on Peter. No what ifs, no buts, it was just the simple truth and you both knew it. But there was something about you that always drew Peter back into your arms, and one day it was going to kill him.
(Imagine) Imagine Peter Sending You Straight To Voicemail
Tony Stark - Iron Man 💫
(Oneshot) Wasn’t Meant To Be (Endgame): The world may have moved on from the snap, but you haven’t. And you’re scared that you never will.
Steve Rogers - Captain America 💫
(Oneshot) 1-800-Call-Me: As a member of S.H.I.E.L.D., you knew you were going to run across at least one Avenger during your work. You just didn’t expect to meet one and get their number all in the same day.
(Short) I’ll Be Your Baby, On A Sunday: Steve pines while the object of his affections (you) remain ultimately clueless to it. Bucky unfortunately has to witness it all.
(Short) I Pick My Poison (And It’s You): Steve pines 2.0. You are still clueless.
Natasha Romanoff - Black Widow 💫
(Oneshot) Trust Me (Endgame): There was no way around it. It was either you or Natasha. She didn’t want you to go, and obviously, you didn’t want her to go either. You knew she was as hard-headed as you, so you came up with a plan to get the soul stone, even if you had to lie to Natasha about it.
(Oneshot) Tell Your Baby That I’m Your Baby: Sometimes, Natasha dreams of a man in the shadows.
Thor Odinson - God Of Thunder 💫
(Oneshot) Love From The Past (Endgame): Thor, for lack of a better word, hasn’t been handling the past few years well ever since the universe lost to Thanos, his brother Loki, a huge chunk of his Asgardian citizens... And you, his lover. But after 5 years of mourning, he finally gets the chance to see you, even if it was mildly unconventional.
James “Bucky” Barnes - Winter Soldier 💫
(Oneshot) On The Clock!: James is bothered by the fact that he doesn’t know why you’ve got a problem with him. He’s also bothered by the fact that he cares enough to want to know why.
Random💫
Avengers Random Prompts
Disco Dust
Series 💫
Restart Masterlist (Completed/ Discontinued): Dr. Strange said there was only one possibility of winning the battle against Thanos. But when (Name) is forced into the past and into his younger body, he’s suddenly given the chance to start over and prevent the future from happening again. So which route are you going to take? Are you going to risk the future and take preventative measures, or live life with the Avengers for the next 4 years, knowing what will soon come?
DC Comics 💫
Random Prompts, including Bruce Wayne (Batman), Damien Wayne (Robin), Jon Kent (Superboy), Clark Kent (Superman), Dick Grayson (Nightwing), and Diana Prince (Wonder Woman).
Alternative piece to this. I know I’m inactive but I’m going through my drafts and cleaning it up. Here’s some more Steve pining brain rot. Male! Reader as always.
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“It’s cute that you’re sweet on (Name), but you’ll never get anywhere if you don’t tell him.”
Steve looked up from the folder in his hands and glared at Bucky. He didn’t look at him and just sipped on his cup of coffee as he watched the TV.
“Bucky, what will it take for you to drop this? The walls have ears, you know. And it’s- I’m not sweet on (Name), just… We’re just good friends.”
Bucky scoffed. Steve bristled; what was wrong with what he had said? He wasn’t wrong at all; he didn’t have many friends, not as much as Tony or Natasha, but he was more than confident that you were somewhere high among that list.
“Sure, good friends definitely stare into each other's eyes like they want to jump each other's bones.”
“And good friends sure do cuddle. And ditch dates to hang out with each other. Mhm, good friends.”
“And good friends definitely have secret pictures of each other in their wallets, too.”
Natasha chimed in, footsteps rounded the corner as she strode into the room, still in her workout clothes but without a bead of sweat on her.
Steve visibly perked up.
“He has a picture of me?”
Both Natasha and Bucky shared a withering look.
“Stevie, you have a picture of him, but not me?”
“Hey, no! I do too!”
Steve quickly fished out his wallet and opened it. There was a picture of a really, really cranky-looking Winter Soldier flipping off the camera, hair greasy and a 3-day stubble on his face.
Bucky stilled, looking long and hard at the picture with an indiscernible expression.
With a soft voice, almost like he’d been told that his mother never loved him, he mumbled, “Man, of all the pictures you picked of me, it’s that?”
Natasha ignored James’ new internal struggle and stared pointedly at the blonde.
“Point is, it’s one thing to have a shitty picture of your best friend; it’s even weirder to have a really cute picture of your other best friend hidden underneath it.”
He coughed, ears tinted an angry red as he mumbled petulantly. The wallet, now in his back pocket, burned as he was reminded of the picture of you, indeed underneath Bucky’s, blowing a kiss at the camera, hair a mess as you had just woken up.
He doesn’t even question how Natasha knows that as Bucky sputters out a bewildered laugh.
“When you put it that way, of course, it would sound weird.”
Natasha smirked, and Steve’s shoulder immediately tensed, but he ignored it as he continued.
“W-Well, I just think (Name)’s a real swell fella, alright? Can you really blame a man?”
Even Bucky was smiling and Steve didn’t really know why- until he felt a pair of built arms curl themselves around his neck from behind the couch.
“Aw, Stevens! I think you’re swell too!”
He felt a weight settle onto the top of his head; your chin, he belatedly realizes, but he’s too panicked to really think about it for long.
“(Name)!”
“That’s me, yeah. Hey, cuties.”
“Hey, yourself,” was Bucky’s automatic reply. Natasha rolled her eyes, but there was a fondness lying underneath it that only the Avengers ever got to see.
You hummed, and God Steve would be lying if he said his heart didn’t stutter as he felt the vibrations from the top of his head.
“So, what’re we giving Steve shit for today?”
“Language,” Steve weakly protested. You huffed from above him.
“Oh, nothing too bad. Did you know our good Captain has a picture of y-”
Steve knew he’d come to regret it later, but he was thankful for his quick reflexes as he tossed a nearby throw pillow at the brunet to silence him.
Unluckily for him, Bucky has just as much reflex power as the blonde, so he merely dodged the pillow.
Bucky opened his mouth to continue, but Natasha butted in.
“He has a really bad picture of Bucky in his wallet, why don’t you show him, Steve?”
…
“Oh wow. Oh wow. That’s…”
Your eyes were crescent shaped as you fought down a grin.
“Buck, my man, my guy, you’ve never looked better.”
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(”Oh, but why was my name dragged into this conversation if we were just talking about this sexy pic of the fearsome Winter Soldier?”)
(Ah.)
(You had a tendency to be dense as hell, Steve thinks, but it’s a shame that sometimes your brain cells do actually work- even if it’s against his favor.)
(Bucky and Natasha left Steve to flounder for an answer. You just smiled and laugh cluelessly.)
How are you doing? Also happy Christmas, I hope you have a good day.
Hello Anon,
I am doing well, I hope the same is for you. I think I am going to retire from writing for Marvel in general, mostly out of a growing disinterest. I will leave up all of my previous works, however.
Which fandoms do you write for? I wanted to ask since it wasn’t listed
Right now, I'm mainly focusing on MARVEL as I'm most familiar with those characters! I've only really done the MCU so far, but I'm definitely interested in the Comic universes/canon (as their character dynamics is so much more different than it is in the MCU).
I could maybe be persuaded to do DC if the prompt is really good! I'm not sure if anyone even remembers but I used to write for DC as well haha, though those are long deleted and lost to the test of time.
It was no secret to anyone that Steve had been pining after you for some time now.
With the constant showering of compliments, occasional gifts and how he always checked up on you first, it was as if he didn't really know how to hide the fact that he was infatuated in you.
He'd always choose the seat next to you in any situation, wrap his arms around your shoulders and pat your thigh, often lingering for a bit longer than necessary. He'd make sure you had eaten already, he'd always offer to spot you at the gym, the list could go on and on.
Around you, it was definitely noticeable how much more happy his demeanor was. He wasn't the most jovial of guys out there, but even a monkey can tell how he laughs and smiles more just by being near you.
So, it's without a doubt that Steve was absolutely smitten by you- everyone knows that by now.
Everyone, except for you.
“If it weren’t for the fact that this is (Name), I’d say that he’s not interested at all.”
Steve, in the midst of cutting up fruits for you, huffs as Bucky passes by him to go to the refrigerator.
"Bucky,” Steve threw him the stank eye. Bucky ignored him, and grabbed a tangerine.
"You’d think he’s stupid, but he’s really just that dense,” Bucky commented, already peeling away at the fruit, “The amount of times I see this idiot get propositioned and think it’s just ‘friendly’ is absolutely insane.”
“Buck...”, Steve huffed, not wanting to hear this kind of talk about a teammate behind their back- especially not if it’s about you.
Even if Steve himself knew just how thick your skull was.
Steve spoke up, "(Name)’s not stupid or dense,” Bucky snorted under his breath, much to Steve’s chagrin, “He’s just...”
Steve wasn’t sure what word he could possibly use to describe you without giving into Bucky.
“... Special...”
Surely, that was safe, right?
Bucky’s lips curl in a way that Steve recognizes as no-good, and he can see the brunet’s eyes glance at something else. Before Steve could continue to defend your virtue, an all too familiar voice laughs from behind him.
“Damn right I’m special. But I am also stupid and can dance, thank you very much!”
Bucky leans his head back into the refrigerator, an audible thunk! resounding from just how hard he had hit himself as he groaned with frustration. Of course, you were so dense you even misheard the word dense for dance.
“You sure are right about the stupid part.”
“Yep!”, you slid over to Steve’s side, unaware of how suddenly flushed his skin felt, and swiped one of the cut up fruits.
“That was for you anyways,” Steve smiled, chest slightly puffing when he noticed how your smile widened as you chewed on the fruit. He made you smile like that, one that had teeth showing and made your eyes crinkle in a way that made your eyes shine.
“Careful Steven,” you batted your eyes, “You’re startin’ to looking especially smoochable these days!”
Steve smiled, humored by how much you didn’t realize that was exactly what he was trying to accomplish most of these days.
You continued to munch on the fruits that Steve continued to cut some more, unaware of how much lighter the blonde felt when he’s next to you.
Bucky wanted to punch both of these idiots faces in and promptly left when it was clear that neither of them saw anything else other than each other.
(He left with a smile though, happy for his friend.)
I was wondering if u could do a male reader x Natasha Romanoff where the reader is the winter soldier (Bucky doesn’t exist for the ) and is natashas trainer in the red room so during training they make each other feel human and she develops like a crush on reader and when or after a training session she tells him and he feels the same way. If u get what I’m trying to say.( SMUT if u feel comfortable plz)
Tell Your Baby That I’m Your Baby
Fandom: Marvel (MCU)
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Winter Soldier! Male! Reader (Romantic)
A/N: this is literally so far from what you asked but I saw the potential for angst and ran with it instead. And I’m not good at sm*t so there’s only hints of it. MILD BLACK WIDOW SPOILERS.\
There are days where Natasha wakes up drenched in sweat, unable to breathe, heart heavy with a feeling she can’t make out just yet. Those days are rare, but they still happen nonetheless, and they leave her shaken for longer than she’s willing to admit.
She isn’t infallible, she knows this, but on those nights, her aching chest serves as a reminder to how human she really is under the exterior she’s carefully manufactured over the years.
Most nights she doesn’t dream. It was always nothingness that greeted her in the night, and she welcomed it wholeheartedly.
But on the rare occasion, when she sleeps, she sees things.
Sometimes she sees blue strands blocking her vision as she rushes up a driveway, a beat but well loved car parked right next to her as she barreled through the door and into open arms, two pairs big, one pair smaller than her own. Other times, she sees a Christmas tree with colorful boxes underneath them. She cheers and laughs with glee, despite knowing that there wasn’t anything inside of them. Those visions are often tinted a warm orange.
But they only make up a small part of what she normally dreams of.
Most times, she dreams of a man.
(MIND THE LINE BREAK!)
(”Aim higher.”
A low murmur, a cold hand on her neck, another steadying her gun. She does as she’s told, but she’s only so young, she doesn’t know how to aim like he does, she doesn’t know why she’s here- she pulls the trigger.
And misses.
The bottom drops from beneath her, Natasha’s teeth biting down on her lips hard enough to draw blood. She knows what’s coming for her, she’s prepared- she isn’t, but what choice does she have?- and braces for it.
The cold hand leaves her neck. But it does not reach for her scalp, to tug on it and drag her away from her post to... “reprimand” her for her shoddy work despite having enough time to train for it.
Instead, a cold thumb wipes itself across her lips to clean the blood that had begun dripping down her cheek. He is quiet, almost deathly so.
“... Showing weakness will get you killed here. Do not do that again.”
He does not say anything else, and instead adjusts her gun. Her hands tremble, but with his nod, she pulls the trigger again.
She does not miss this time.)
Most nights, she dreams of a man.
She does not remember certain aspects of that man. She cannot remember the curve of his cheekbone or the color of his lips, but that does not stop the shadow of that man from haunting her at her every move.
Sometimes she sees some of him in Steve when he grips down on something hard enough to bend it.
(Sometimes she remembers that grip on her waist, on her arms, on her ankles, around her throat; the desperation in his voice, the corners of his eyes being the only sign that he was on the edge of losing control as she shuddered beneath him.)
Sometimes she sees some of him in the man that always walks by the coffee shop down on 5th in the way he carefully holds himself.
(They were careful. They had to be. Some of her fellow Widows, the weaker ones, the ones who never managed to graduate on time, who expressed too much with their eyes and laid their cards too close to their sleeve, glanced at her in pity, having been the only one forced to deal with him, whose name echoes the violence that lied beneath his skin. He pays them no mind, does nothing to discourage them, and neither does she. It’s better that way.)
(And if they disappear together on occasion, and she comes back with bruises marred on her pale skin, she does not fight the rumors that he is being especially cruel to her during her training. Not when she was the one who dragged his hands onto her, tugging him closer to the sun, begging for his waxed wings to melt in her presence. Not when he so tenderly holds her frame, pinning her against the door, lips mouthing over her skin, reverently whispering her name like it was a prayer.)
(Sometimes, it did feel like he was praying. For what, she never knew.)
But that shadow of him always disappears fast enough before she can even call out his name.
(She does not know his name, and neither did he. That did not stop her from calling out to him in her dreams.)
The last time she had ever seen him, was right after her slip up in Budapest.
They did not get caught, no, not when it was between their prized Black Widow and him, HYDRA’s fist, no, but somewhere along the line, their masks had begun cracking.
Maybe those cracks had started forming when Natasha, young, foolish, not yet hardened, dared to step past that line drawn into the sand between her and the soldier, her handler.
Maybe those cracks had started forming when the childish hope for something more from a man as cruel as he (never cruel, not to her, never) started blossoming in her chest.
Maybe those cracks started forming when he accepted her childishness for all that he possibly could, while still chained up like a dog beneath its master’s boot.
Maybe those cracks were always there, from a little girl that longed for love, and a broken man that longed for something else, something she hoped was her.
But no matter how those cracked form, they started to become visible. And while she was nothing more than a fool in love underneath her Widow uniform, he began to want more.
Something more for her, and for himself as well.
(”You will be targeted there. In Budapest.”
Only years of training in the Red Room has prevented her from jumping at the quiet sound of your voice, so close to her ears, breath hot as you continued speaking.
“His name is Clint Barton, and he is from S.H.I.E.L.D., and he will try to kill you. Obviously, do not let him succeed,” she felt tempted to roll her eyes, “But. Keep him alive. He will be your ticket out of here, if you play your cards right.”
She whipped her head, alarmed at his blatant encouragement of defiance to her.
Immediately, her flags were raised. Was this a test? A test of her allegiance? A test of her relationship to you?
“What about you?”, her foolish mouth opens. Your eyes widened, almost barely so, before you schooled your face into that stoicism she was so familiar with.
“Madame B. is waiting for you in her office.”
Your voice was now gruff and louder than it was before, and you prepared to stalk off to your next position, but not before ghosting your fingers over hers.
“We will see each other again,” was all that she heard of you for the rest of the day.
She is not sure what to make up of that encounter, as neither of you bring it up ever again.)
She does not know how you knew that. She asked Clint once, if he knew if anyone leaked that information, but he denied any knowledge of it. She believes him.
Never before had you done something like that, that deviant, outside of your... skirmishes with her. This was different. This wasn’t related to any desire for her, but rather for something else. Something she dared not let herself dream of.
(She wonders, for days leading up to Budapest, if that was a test or not.
And then Budapest happens, and sure enough, she’s beginning to see the forms of her freedom taking shape in the light that’s shining through the window behind Hawkeye’s head.
She still wonders if it is a test.
When she comes back, shaken by her test of faith to the Red Room, and Madame B. announces to her that you will no longer be her handler, and she hears whispers that HYDRA’s dog collar has shown up empty, absent of their beloved fight dog, she realizes, it was not a test.
It was your final gift to her.)
Sometimes, as she sleeps on a bed far softer than what she could have imagined for herself, or as she lounges on a chair in the living room, basking in the warmth of her friends, her family, she slips off into the darkness and dreams of you.
And sometimes, she hoped that wherever you were, you dreamt of her too.
Ayo hydrate before you diedrate, how have you been? Hopefully you've been well. Don't forget to eat too.
arghhh i feel so bad that i don’t really have much to offer, considering nothing much has happened, but thank you for the reminders anon <333 it’s been a while since I’ve dranken anything that wasn’t coke or sweet tea, but hey we had Thai hotpot/lau yesterday so that was fun! ...
but i guess here’s a snippet of one of my drafts (Pietro x Stark! M! Reader) that I probably won’t include since it’s actually kinda long. (don’t think this is what’s gonna happen if I get another ask like this! i’m just... ahhhhhh-)
It’s basically Wanda thinking that you’re a psychopath when you’re really just a weird person. Wanda and Pietro are newly assigned Avengers, Ultron wasn’t because of Tony or Bruce, and it’s all good... except Maximoffs’ parents’ still died from a failed Stark bomb, so hence her bitterness towards the Starks.
“Oh yeah, [Name]’s definitely a weird guy, no doubt about it,” Clint agrees offhand, tossing a stray M&M into the air which dropped directly into his mouth.
“Clint, don’t talk about him like that,” Rhodey admonishes, but Wanda doesn’t hear much heat from his words. Strange, considering that the armored Avenger probably knew you the longest of all of the Avengers currently present. He probably favored you the most out of all of them in the room as well. Tony was absent, though for why Wanda didn’t care for.
“Wait- so- you all know that he’s a psychopath?”
Wanda was shocked. Surely, she thought it was pretty weird that they had let two ex-HYDRA members join their rankings so quickly, but... well, actually, HYDRA members were worse than psychopaths, but she still found herself surprised at the thought that they knew.
“What? No, no, [Name]’s not a psychopath!”
Or... not.
Wanda levelled a stare at Rhodey. She shared a passing glance with Sam, one of the newer members of the team, who grimaced.
“I mean,” Sam spoke up, “don’t get me wrong, I definitely thought that he was a weird dude when I first joined,” Clint chimes in, “He is a weird dude.”
Sam resumes, “But from someone who previously worked as a trauma counselor, and from an international spy of all spies,” Natasha nods, “He’s not- he’s not a psychopath. Or a sociopath.”
Steve chuckles. “He’s just weird.”
The others hum in agreement.
Wanda sputters, “But- how are you so sure? That man- he’s definitely not normal! No normal person walks or talks that way!”
Sam and Clint share a knowing glance, as does Rhodey and Natasha.
Natasha stares at her, “Maybe this is your own bias against him. Both as a Stark and as... whatever he is with Pietro.”
They all throw a glance outside the compound window, where you two were animatedly chatting. Notably, you two are a lot closer than when they last saw you, as both of your knees are touching.
“I...”, Wanda was willing to admit her own prejudice against you, but even then, you still rubbed her the wrong way. She paused, not sure of how to continue her thoughts while facing her own argument.
Steve shrugs, tilting his head in a thoughtful manner, “To be fair, he does look really weird when he smiles.”
“It’s because he doesn’t smile with his eyes. He does the Kubrick stare when he’s not posing in front of a camera or an interviewer.”
“Does he even realize he does that?”
“I doubt it. I asked him once what he was thinking about, when he was just staring at the wall that one time-,” Clint interjected, “Oh my god, was that the time that hurricane Michael was touching down?”, Natasha nodded and continued as Clint started cackling.
“I thought he was thinking about a forlorned lover or something, but...”
“But...?”
“He was just upset he couldn’t go eat at Red Lobsters that night, because of the storm.”
ah, the age old question! i am doing soso as always!!!! nothing!!! new!!! (well a lot has happened, but nothing worth noting here)
not much has been happening in the think tank, so no updates there. got the usual drafts sitting in my, well, drafts, collecting dust.
aside from that, i have been sort of getting into invincible as of late! (my heart goes to the entire grayson family (as much as i detest that nolan is an alien colonist, its a cartoon and he is indeed the mega dilf)).
i havent watched it, no no, but i have been watching moments and video essays about it on youtube lol. even that one video of him ranting about lemons. i'm barely tempted to even write for them- barely.
Better Than His Old Man (Stark!Reader x Tony Stark)
Requested by Anonymous for “Heya, I love your fics,this is a request. Tony’s son reader has been dating Peter for 2 yrs ,T doesn’t know. The snap happens and in this universe they don’t try to get the people back. T sees that R is sad all the time despite Morgan and that’s when the R comes out to him and T’s sad R thinks that lil of him. Years pass R has not dated anybody but meets a kind guy and start dating. R brings bf home,T wants to talk to bf, bf gets anxious but Tony hugs him and thanks him for making his son happy”
Tony had never meant to become a father.
It’s not that he doesn’t want kids, it’s just that he was always so terrified of turning into his own dad that the thought of kids terrified him.
But when you were born… he couldn’t think of how he had survived any other way.
It was like you were a part of his heart, his soul… but somehow on the outside of his body, and somehow you weren’t him at all, you were better, you were everything of his and more.
He loved you from the moment he first saw you. And he promised you, even though you were only a few minutes old, that he would always, always be there for you.
And despite some minor slip ups along the way, he really has done his best.
He’s supported your every wish, from your favorite subject to your choice of school and career.
But ever since he started drinking and becoming such a playboy, there was a distance between you. It’s lasted until he became Iron Man, and it really hasn’t gone away.
And ever since he got drunk on live TV and told everybody that you were unplanned (”a mistake,” he called you -he’s regretted it ever since, even though he was blackout drunk and doesn’t remember ever saying it), you haven’t been able to trust him like you used to.
He doesn’t even know that you’re gay. It’s not that you’re not proud of who you are… you just don’t want him telling the whole world.
And when you start dating your dad’s pet project, Peter Parker, it makes him sad but he agrees not to tell him.
For two years you and Peter go on dates and get closer, and the first time you say I love you and hear it back you feel like shouting it from the rooftops… but instead you keep quiet. You and your dad don’t really talk.
The next week is the Snap. In an instant everything is taken from you. Your dad is presumed dead, as is Peter. May is snapped away, only Pepper is still there for you.
When Tony comes back… you still can’t tell him. You haven’t for so long, and now you’re helping take care of Morgan and Pepper knows but she’s promised not to tell and it’s still so awkward around him and you miss Peter desperately. Tony thinks you blame him because Peter was your best friend and you can’t tell him he’s wrong on both counts
“Y/N… you’re so sad.” Tony says one day. “I… I want to help you. I want to know you… I know I failed you so much. I wanted to be better than my dad but I screwed up in a totally different way…”
And you tell him everything.
He’s hurt but he completely understands. He hates that you thought so little of him that you wouldn’t even tell him this about yourself but he blames himself for not having your trust.
But slowly this marks a turning point.
Tony tries to earn your trust and be there for you, especially as Morgan gets older and takes up more of his and Pepper’s time.
Eventually you move past your grief and you find a new love, and this time you want to be true to yourself. This time you introduce him to your dad
Later you realize your dad spent a while alone with your new boyfriend, and you ask what happened.
He smiles. “I thanked him. Because I hadn’t seen you smile in so long, but he helped me see it again.”
Can you please write fanfics of your prompts list because they all sound so amazing and exciting :D
Ahhh I can’t really promise anything hun 🙈 I do have certain stories in my draft (like the personal assistant prompt for Bruce Wayne, and the pining one for Peter Parker (and I ended up writing the Bucky Barnes one too!)) but there’s no guarantee they’ll see the light anytime soon.
But I’ll give you a lil snippet into the Peter Parker one just to make ya happy 😉 Here’s the prompt just to jog people’s memory:
(Name) and Peter may go to the same school together, but not once had their paths ever crossed. But that hasn’t stopped Peter from pinning over him. After meeting at the fight at the airport, they suddenly got far closer than they had expected.
“You’ve got to do something about this weird crush of yours dude. It’s starting to get creepy,” whispered Ned, who ignored the indignant squawk from Peter. They were already at lunch for the day, and Ned had gotten tired of watching Peter look over his shoulders for the past 10 minutes.
And Ned knew exactly who he was looking at.
“I don’t have a crush on (Name), okay?!”
Peter tried to defend himself, but Ned interrupted him with a raised eyebrow.
“I didn’t even say who it was.”
Peter looked like a fish out of water by how he was opening and closing his mouth, trying to form a rebuttal. Ned shook his head, and leaned in as if he was about to tell a state secret.
“Pete, my man, you literally check all of the boxes for crush. You look at him constantly, take hallway routes that he walks by often, you know his freaking schedule, for crying out loud-”
“Hey, I know yours!”
Ned rolled his eyes, “That’s because I’m your best friend; and I’m also in most of them with you. You didn’t even know Michelle’s schedule back when you had a crush on her!”
Peter bristled, but Ned continued talking much to his chagrin.
“You even know what motorcycle he drives! Dude, that’s weird!” Ned hissed.
Peter flushed, “Okay, to be fair, I didn’t know it was his, I just- I just thought it was a sick ride, and then he popped up out of nowhere and just rode off on it!”
“Peter...!”
Ned whined, thumping his head onto the cafeteria table.
“Ned...!” Peter mocked, shaking his head.
“But it’s still not a crush.”
Ned bolted up with wild eyes, making Peter jump back.
“Then what is it! What is it!”
“I- okay, you’re gonna think I’m weird-,” Ned interrupted Peter and wailed, “I already do!”
Peter continues, “But like, I have a theory! Okay, a theory!”
He reaches into his bag and pulls out a journal, one that Ned’s seen him scribble viciously into but never asked what it was for. He thought it was for school, or maybe a diary, but judging by how it’s related to (Name), Ned’s getting a headache just thinking about it.
Peter flips through the journal, and Ned weakly asks, “Oh God, what is that...?”
There was a weird gleam in Peter’s eyes.
“My research journal. My thesis, magnum opus, even a dissertation.”
“Peter, oh my God-”
Ned gets a face full of paper and ink as Peter shoves it in his face.
The fact that Sam has been checking in on Bucky?? The fact that Sam has two nephews that get super excited when they see him??? The fact that Sam has a sister that he actively wants to support and help???? The fact that Sam Wilson desperately wants to keep his family legacy afloat???? The fact that Sam Wilson really is just a big softie underneath his snark and humor????? The fact that Sam is going to spend the next five episodes becoming a fully fleshed out and 3 dimensional main character???? Please just give me a moment I am incredibly overwhelmed.
