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HI LURKERS

here is my entire masterlist and stuff ill be writing in the future.

Supernatural

sam winchester

romance on the side (oneshot)

space between (oneshot)

dean winchester

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Scream

ethan landry

study breaks (drabble/oneshot? idk)

The 100

...

Marvel

this includes: Avengers, X-Men, Spider-Verse, Guardians of the Galaxy, Young Avengers (Kate Bishop, Wiccan, etc), Thunderbolts.

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calling all my marvel fan stays… how many of yall would be interested in a felix/peter parker fic 🫣

this would be my first skz fic, i came up with it as a crackship but it’s actually gaining traction in my brain

here’s what i know so far:

peter grew up in queens but when his parents died he moved in with his aunt may in seoul

so they have moving to korea from an english-speaking place in common and are both fluent in english and korean

they’re both fanboys of each other (peter loves skz and felix is lowkey obsessed with spiderman to the point where the other members tease him about “oh, your boyfriend stopped a robbery yesterday” and shit like that)

when they first meet it kinda goes like “omg you’re felix from stray kids” “omg you’re spiderman” *awkward gay silence* (simultaneously) “CAN I GET A PICTURE”

stay theorizes that han is secretly spiderman and peter finds it very funny

felix once mentioned spiderman in a live and peter (who was watching) almost fell off his ceiling

peter is college aged bc i love college student peter parker so much

i’m thinking the premise starts with something like it’s snowy/slushy and peter saves felix from getting run over by a not paying attention moped (which i understand is pretty common in seoul) and peter gets splashed all over by slush and felix insists on bringing him back to his dorm to dry off so he doesn’t get hypothermia

idk i just love a gay and awkward couple

lmk if you’d be interested and, if so, what tropes/tags/themes/scenarios you’d like to see!! :)

darling your love’s like witchcraft (witchcraft)

ship: wanda maximoff/ reader

word count: 4405

warnings: mommy kink goes crazy in this one, d/s dynamics, heavy praise and dirty talk, risky sex

prompt: “Reader taking Wanda home for a holiday or for a gathering and Wanda fucking r in her childhood bedroom” um YES this is a great prompt i had such fun writing this, wanda, wanda, waNDA! thank you for the request!!!! 

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Shelter From The Storm

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 1.6K

A/N - Starting a new Wanda series, set directly after Lagos.

You heard the thunder of footsteps before you saw the oncoming crowd. You stilled at the exterior gate of your apartment buildings’s shared courtyard. You caught sight of the oncoming sprawl of press, reporters and camera flashes that you’d never seen in this sleepy town before. Then, you heard what they were yelling and you realised that you were standing in the path of an oncoming mob.

And at the front, like a fox in a hunt, ran a red headed girl.

The panic was evident in her eyes, even at a distance. Time sped up as the mob approached you and the girl fled towards where you stood. You realised that, inevitably, your action or inaction was now going to matter.

The girl was gaining some distance on the crowd in her impossible attempt to shake them, benefitting from her ability to better weave and dodge oncoming pedestrians.

It gave you the few seconds that you needed.

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attached.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: You were Natasha’s neighbor, and the two of you grew very close. She even memorized your schedule. So, when you deviated from it, Nat became very worried. What happens when you show up at her door, and the flood gates open?

Author’s Note: This is sort of ooc for nat, but i enjoyed writing my own take on her character.

The moon sat high in the sky, casting a pale glow that made distant buildings look dreamy; as if they belonged to another universe, close yet unattainable.

Frigid air swept through an open window. It was purposeful; cold air kept the body alert.

Bright red digits encased in glass displayed 6:57. It was late; you were late.

It made a coil tighten in Nat’s chest.

Being late was unlike you, and if you were, a sweet text would be sent to Nat’s phone. A text that often never received a reply.

Making and maintaining a schedule was drilled into Nat’s head when imprisoned by the Red Room. Naturally, it made thick composure wear thin when anything went off track, even if it didn’t concern her.

Sure, it was a problem, but it didn’t bother you. Or, you never mentioned that it did.

Typically, you were home by around five or six, six-thirty being the latest on most days.

Your banged-up shoes would scuff their way up the cracked steps, or catch themselves on the crevice between the elevator and carpet. A worn canvas bag would take its rightful place beside your front door, the door soon clicking shut.

At around seven, you would shuffle across the hall, your usual bright bunny slippers contrasting with the drab carpet that you complained about endlessly.

Delicate knuckles would drag over Nat’s door; and you presented a sweetly-crooked smile. Nat would always pretend you interrupted something, never admitting she nervously waited near the door like a lost puppy for those three knocks.

Tonight, those three knocks were nowhere to be heard.

Every minute that went by made Nat’s skin crawl. Tension furrowed in every muscle; digging into bone. She knew it was silly; creepy even. You weren’t hers to worry about. You were her neighbor, just that. Sure, you two grew close. But you were neighbors, not lovers.

Nat knew she was too attached. Emotional attachments were a risky business for an ex-assassin turned ex-Avenger. They got messy, fast. But, something about you made her logical brain short circuit. When with you, her emotional side took over.

She wasn’t guarded with you. She was herself. That confident persona she wore everyday crumbled away, leaving her true self. On the inside, Nat was an introvert. Quiet, reserved, and shy.

Everyday Nat wondered how you brought this out in her; why she didn’t build those walls right back up. Maybe it was your smile, or your laugh.

Lost in thought, Nat’s busy mind didn’t notice the scraping of shoe soles on wood, or the jingling of keys across the hallway, or the door clicking shut.

After tossing and turning, Nat eventually fell asleep. Sleep never came easy, no, but it came especially harder with the absence of your three knocks.

The anxieties of the day — night, more like it — presented themselves in nightmares. Ordinarily, the subject of the movie behind her lids were predictable; the Red Room’s cream colored walls, tests, and missions were the common actors. Familiarly unknown faces taunted her, begging for their life that was soon to be snuffed out.

This time was different, however. Your face was the main character. Your wide eyes and scarlet blood the backdrop, your whimpers and desperate cries the soundtrack.

Snapping awake, Nat’s chest heaved with heavy fear. Blood coursed through her body faster than ever before, coating her face and body with pink hues.

Three, albeit softer, knocks came from the door. Scurrying out of the sweat-stained sheets, Nat headed for the door. Nat twisted the handle, nearly tearing it off.

There you were, in all of your glory.

You donned fuzzy pajama pants, a tight crop top, and bright blue bunny slippers. A passive smile tugged at your pink lips. The sight nearly made Nat melt.

Relief displayed itself on her features. You were here, safe and sound. Before she could stop herself, Nat pulled you into a tight hug.

Embarrassment quickly crept up her spine. Why was she hugging you? She never hugged you. You hugged her. Not the other way around.

Realizing her odd behavior, Nat pulled away.

“Are you okay?” Doe eyes pierced into her tired blue ones.

A curt nod followed your words. “Yeah. I’m fine.” Of course, you could see right through Nat’s lies. Not many people were able to do that, but to you she was an open book.

Nat liked it. Even if she wasn’t forthcoming, it felt nice to have someone that knew her. That saw her for what she was, not who everyone made her to be.

Knowing you felt nice. Peaceful, even.

You weren’t scared of her. If anything, you felt safe in Nat’s company. To you, wasn’t the infamous ex-Avenger, she was simply your neighbor. Someone to watch movies with, and to have taste-test recipes.

“Okay, if you say so.” Nat quickly glanced down, avoiding your all-knowing gaze. “You’re not busy, are you?”

Her eyes snapped back to yours. “No, uh, ‘course not.” A dry laugh left her lips. “What’s up?”

Shifting your weight around, you fiddled with the black strings of your pajama pants. “Not much. Just got lonely s’all. Missed seeing you earlier.”

You were clearly nervous, which was slightly bewildering. The amount of which you loved visiting Nat was stated many times. Why were you so timid all of a sudden?

Brows furrowed, Nat pulled the door open wider. “If you missed me so much.” Her voice was playful, something of which it barely was. Reveling in this, you bounced into her apartment.

It was nothing to write home about. The walls were void of any decoration, and furniture was scarce. A simple gray couch sat in the center of the living room, adjacent to a TV stand with a fairly large television balanced on top. A mahogany coffee table sat between the two, slightly scuffed at the edges due to wear and tear.

The kitchen was even more bare, inside the cabinets and out. Nat only possessed two forks, spoons, knives, plates, bowls, cups, and one cutting board. Half of these she got because of you. How would she have you over for dinner with only one of everything?

The couch was as soft as always. Both of you relaxed into the couch cushions, basking in each other’s company.

Nat took the remote and switched on the TV. It was preset to your favorite channel, since she only had reason to watch anything when you were around. It felt…wrong, to watch it without you.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence. Nat stole occasional glances, studying your profile. She admired how your jaw hung slightly open, completely entranced in whatever show was playing. White light bounced off of your face, making every one of your perfect features shine.

“It’s not polite to stare, you know.”

Coughing, Nat snapped her head towards the screen. “m’sorry.” Arms crossed, she pushed closer into the couch. Hopefully, it would swallow Nat whole and let her have her sweet escape.

“Just kidding, y’know. I don’t mind it.” A tender smile plastered your face, voice remaining as soft as ever.

Nat kept her eyes trained on the screen, jaw tight in embarrassment.

“Hey.” Your muted voice floated into Nat’s ears, immediately making her tense jaw muscle relax.

You had a foreign effect on her. You could wind her up and cool her down, almost in an instant.

Nat’s wide eyes met yours. “You know I don’t care, right? It happens all the time, I would’ve been worried if you didn’t stare a bit.” The more your sunshine-smile came out, the more Nat’s icy walls melted.

What were you doing to her? Why did she feel this way? Why were you doing this?

The visits, the dinners, the early-morning breakfasts, the movie nights, the sleepovers where you would wake up in each other’s arms; never bringing it up afterwards. Why?

Every minute with you was torture. Every minute you dangled something in front of her, something she knew was unattainable.

Every minute that you weren’t hers was a minute of pure agony.

The smiles, laughs, and soft touches the two of you shared gave Nat a taste of what it felt like to be purely and wholly loved.

Even if she knew it wasn’t actual love; it was what she wanted it to be.

Tears slid down Nat’s cheeks. She couldn’t hold it in anymore. All she wanted was you; and you were giving her just barely enough to breathe.

“Nat, what’s wrong? Did I say something?” Your hands ventured to her cheeks, caressing her face. It felt like every other time you touched her. It hollowed her out, leaving her raw, unabashed self.

“Why are you…” Nat’s voice faltered. “Why? Why are you doing this to me?”

Confusion and worry festered itself on your features. Head tilting, you shifted closer to her on the sofa. “Doing what?” Worry was evident in your hushed voice.

Nat swallowed the lump in her throat, sniffling slightly. “Everything. The- The hugs. The movie nights. The visits. Why?” Taking in a shaky breath, Nat looked away with her eyes clenched shut. “I don’t understand. You- You do all of these things, Why?”

Her heart was shattered, along with the walls she had spent so long building. How could such a simple person, do such simple things, and cause such a catastrophic result?

Sighing, your hands dropped to your lap; eyes still locked onto her pained ones. “I don’t know. You’ve just- You’ve taken me over. Every day I think about you. What you’re doing, if you’ve eaten, how you’re feeling. I can’t go a minute without thinking about you.”

Nat’s eyes slowly opened, meeting yours once again. “I thought you’d never feel the same way I do. So I took what I could get. I don’t want to lose you. I- I can’t. Not yet.”

Those words were the ones Nat had dreamed about. It was as if you glued her heart back together.

Grinning, Nat pulled you forward and wrapped her arms around your waist. Her head was tucked into your neck, with your hands soon finding their way to the back of it.

Staying there for a while, entangled on the couch, the two of you swiftly feel asleep. Every worry dissipated.

No more words needed to be said. The both of you understood exactly what this embrace meant. It held an apology, and a promise of a future.

𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 || 𝐧. 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟

a/n: because @twilight-99-tm and I couldn't get needy top beefy!Natasha out of our heads.. really that's all, hope y'all like porn! Technically a part of my Kinktober, but it's not a request, I just wanted to write this really badly

warnings: 18+, minors DNI; smut; strap-on sex {r receiving}; sex from behind; kinda restraint just because Nat is really strong, but all consensual obviously; denial/teasing {Nat receiving}; dirty talk {mutual}; a little overstim at the end if you squint; pet names {Natasha calls R baby}

summary: When Natasha comes back one night, she needs to alleviate an ache which just so happens to manifest itself in the form of making sure you're taken care of

words: 1.1K

kinktober event. || kinktober masterlist. || main masterlist.

“Please?”

Her words were so soft, way too whiny to be considered anywhere domineering. But her arms.. they kept you pinned in place, cheek pressed tight into the pillows below as your girlfriend practically rut against your backside. “I don’t know.. why should I?”

It was a cruel game you were playing, knowing she’d never do anything you said no to— but currently you were only saying no to torture Natasha. The thick length of her strap dragged back and forth between your folds, legs kept spread by the redhead’s strong thighs. “I know you want it as badly as I do… don’t be stubborn, malyshka.” Two groans rang in unison as the tip of her piece nudged against your clit, the devious part of the toy buried inside Natasha hitting a surprisingly sensitive spot. “I’ll fuck you until you’re begging me to stop. It’ll be so good, I promise, just— please.”

You hated denying her, especially when she was begging so sweetly in your ear, offering anything your heart desired if you’d just let her have this one thing, “But Natty…” Sleep was so close to claiming you when she’d come in, stealthily as ever. It was a mistake to think Natasha had come to bed so early just to cuddle with you, but you’d settled in her embrace easily, breathing in her sweet scent. When her slightly calloused hands began roaming your body, tugging at your flimsy sleep shorts, you knew you were done for. Something about your girlfriend coming to you so needy, so insistent that she couldn’t wait, drenched you in an instant and when you felt the telltale bulge of her favorite strap on press against the curve of your ass, it took everything in you not to cum on the spot. You’d managed though and theorized that you couldn’t not take advantage of her neediness.

So rarely was she in the mood to show you outwardly how much she yearned for you and so often, you gave in right away, letting her escape the need to beg. Not this time. “I know, I know you’re tired, but you don’t have to do anything. Just let me take care of you?” Ultimately, it was the fact that, amorous as she was, Natasha still only wanted to make you feel good that broke you. You’d never hear it aloud, but watching you come undone as many times as you could for her, crying out until your voice was hoarse and your only thoughts were her and how perfectly she was fucking you— that was better than chasing her own high.

The knowledge that you needed her as much as she needed you fueled her very soul, you knew it did. Every time Natasha’s pupils dilated just a tad bit wider when you asked for her and only her, when you sought her out amongst a crowd of people, when you were the one pleading for her to alleviate the ache between your legs; she adored tending to any need you brought to her. “Go on, fuck me. Fill me up how only you can.”

Exactly what she wanted to hear, Natasha pulled back just enough to align your bodies, one hand gripping your hip hard as if she was scared you’d twist away and deny her again. She sank in with little problem, your body accommodating the stretch and welcoming sting easily, “So ready for me and I hadn’t even touched you… did you get off on making me ask you to open up for me?” Her movements were slow and steady, drawing out each push and pull so you could truly feel every inch of her.

Natasha only let you move a little, just enough for her to know you wanted more, but not enough freedom to take what you needed. Needy as she was, Natasha was in control; she determined what you needed when. “Natasha… harder, go harder,” Like clockwork, her hips sped up, driving you almost painfully into the mattress.

“Like that, baby? You want me to fuck me so hard you’re walking crooked for the rest of the week?” You nodded, teeth biting down on your poor pillow as your fist balled the edge of your girlfriend’s shirt in a death grip. A rough hand met the swell of your ass with a sharp slap that left you crying out; Natasha wanted to hear you. “Words. Use them.”

When her words got clipped, it only meant one thing: she was close. “Fuck— fuck me, hard as you can.. ruin me.” Natasha’s pace quickened with your admission, frantic as she neared the onset of what she’d been waiting so long for. Holding back wasn’t an option for either of you, unabashed in using each other for your own pleasure. “Like that.. please, Natasha..!”

“You’re taking me so well, so deep,” Self-indulgent as she was tonight, Natasha knew if she wanted you to come with her, she needed that final push. “Does your needy little clit need some attention?” The only answer you could manage was a weak ‘yes,’ mindlessly trying to gain any friction, but Natasha still held you in place for her perfect angle. Sometimes you resented the fact that the woman never skipped an arm day.

She sacrificed one hand to find yours, guiding them down to where you were obviously dripping under her brutal fucking. Her fingers covered yours as they finally met your sensitive bud, circling and pinching perfectly in time with the silicone toy stretching you open. “N-Nat, I’m gonna.. can I cum? I need it so bad.”

Natasha practically growled, sinking her teeth into your shoulder as she desperately fought off her orgasm before you got yours. “Cum for me, do it now. Be a good girl and cum around my cock.” You came with an echoing cry, your fingers soaked with your own wetness as Natasha gave one final thrust, grinding your hips together until her walls were clenching around the bit inside her. She shuddered heavily, her body falling onto yours as you both came down from your highs.

You fell boneless onto the bed and the redhead followed suit, her front melding against your sweat-sheened back with ease. If you were tired before, you were exhausted now, the force of your activities threatening to drag you into unconsciousness. “Sleepy..”

Your girlfriend only hummed, peppering kisses along the back of your neck, over your shoulder blades, “You did so well for me, baby, I love you.” Her hands smoothed over your arms and hips; the massage should’ve been simple enough, but then the touches turned more suggestive again and stupidly, you tried wiggling away. Of course you didn’t budge and, tired as you were, when Natasha’s fingertips found your weeping entrance again, you pushed into her touch. “Think you can give me one more? I just missed you so much.”

Your head was nodding instantly, whimpering when you felt two fingers enter you to the hilt. The answer was always yes when it was Natasha. “Let me watch you cum again, just want to see you… that’s a good girl.”

Yeah, This Happened

IMAGINE: In this alternate universe, Avengers tower gains another superhero resident. Your first interaction with the teen arachnid doesn’t go great, but as time goes on, you find that he’s growing on you. An idea your dad doesn’t exactly agree with.  WORD COUNT: 2.7k  WARNINGS: Over protective Tony

"Y/N, how many times do I have to tell you to come down here?" You heard your father ask. Rolling your eyes, you make emerge from the kitchen.

"Mr. Stark, Miss Y/N has been on this level for quite some time now," JARVIS commented.

"Yeah dad," you add, pretending to pout. "You didn't see me come out ten minutes ago?"

You see your father grow red before shaking his head. "Shut up Y/N," he chuckled. Getting over his embarrassment, he pulled you into a side hug. "I wanted you to be the first to know-"

"Know what?" You quickly interrupt.

You had gained lots of Tony Stark's traits. Impatience was one of them.

"If you'll be quiet, I'll tell you," your dad continued, leading you to the window. Reaching the glass, he carried on. "We're going to have a special guest over."

A snort escapes you.

"More special than a 96-year-old super soldier. Or more special than a Norse god who likes pop tarts?"

Tony gently smacks the back of your head. "No, but he's just like us. Special." You groan, pushing him off of you.

Another guy? This was just getting stupid.

After Pepper left, it was just you, Natasha and Wanda around the Avengers Tower. Males around here had you at an advantage. Another dude was just going to ruin that.

"If he can keep out of my room, then I'll be okay."

A blur of red and blue shoots down from the ceiling. A gasp leaves your lips as a slim figure shoots out a thick rope-like cord. As it attaches from the hangars, the colored form made sure it was stable before quickly flipping upside down.

"What are you hiding in your room? Drugs? Alcohol? Secret Candy stash?" It asked curiously, it's tone full of playfulness.

As the cable gently swung the red and blue figure closer, you prepared to smack it in the face. Somehow sensing this, the masked thing caught your fist mid swing.

"You're a feisty one," it commented, laughing at your behavior.

As you go to cuss him out, Tony claps his hand on your shoulder, gently squeezing it as a warning. "Get down, Peter."

'Peter', hearing his name, groaned but complied to the demand. Flipping backward, he landed perfectly on both feet.

"Is that even legal, Mr. Stark?" He asked, crossing his arms. "You can't just reveal my secret identity! That's against the rules!"

"Hey stupid," you responded, interrupting your father. "I know more heroes than you'll ever meet. I'm sure you won't change that."

"Knock it off," Tony commanded, hiding his smirk. No matter how stern he tried to be, his 'cool dad' persona always won the best of him.

"Y/N won't tell anyone. But that's not what you should be worried about." Looking up, "Those webs better be gone next time I'm in this room. I didn't pay good money to have spider-butt silk hanging from my ceiling."

As he goes on to say more, his trusty phone rang. Exasperated, Tony picks it up.

"Great," he sighs. "Steve says he might have found Bruce." Glancing between you and Bug-Boy, he groans. "Y/N, do me a favor and show Peter around the Tower. I'll be back soon."

To clarify that was that, the billionaire walked out. Rolling your eyes, you turn to your guest. Noticing that he was covered head to toe, you cross your arms. "You can change. It would be a little weird of you to wear your suit 24/7,"

"But my identity..." Peter trailed off. It was obvious he was new at this superhero thing.

"You'll be fine. It's not like Iron Man is going to spill the beans... Again."

Offering more encouraging words, you finally convince him enough to remove the mask.

When the fabric is removed, you're surprised. Peter looked... Gentle. He seemed innocent. He couldn't have been much older than you, and you were only sixteen.

Was this guy a real superhero?

Blinking rapidly, you smile weakly. "Just follow me," you tell him, gesturing with your hands. "I'll show you your room."

"Sounds good," Peter replies, giving you a toothy grin. As he walks your way, something hits him. I mean really hits him.

You can't help but laugh as Peter peels off a duffel bag from his face. "I almost forgot about that," he stated, laughing as he did. "But then it hit me."

Shaking your head at his pun, you wave him over. "Let's go."

As you lead him to his assigned room, he can't help but strike up a conversation. "I never got your name," Peter noted, shouldering his bag. He looks away for a second to tuck away his mask, but quickly averts his attention to you.

"It's Y/N," you reply, brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear. "So, your name... Is it just Peter or are you too cool for that?"

"Parker. It's Parker." He states proudly. "What about you? It can't just be Y/N, no matter how pretty of a name it is."

Pretty? He thought your name was pretty?

A blush covers your cheek as you approach Peter's door. "It's Stark." The teen freezes as he stares at you.

Great, now he was going to think you were just another snobby little rich kid.

He eyes you up and down before cocking his head. "But... You look so different from Mr. Stark. He's... Well, him. And you're just... Really pretty." Your blush worsens as you look down.

"He's not my biological dad," you explain quietly. You fiddle with the hem of your shirt. “He adopted me a few months after I was born. I took his name and that was that."

It's quiet.

"I think that was really cool of him," you hear Peter comment. Looking up, you see the teen looking at you with a knowing look. "I know how it feels. Being raised by people who aren't your actual parents. But sometimes, it's all for the best."

Softly smiling, you nod. "I couldn't have said it better." The two of you smile at each other before you remember what you were supposed to be doing.

"This is your room," you abruptly state, shaking your head. Carefully opening the door, you motion to him to walk in. Once he does, you follow suit.

"You've got a standard double bed," you point out. "Over there, you have a closet. There's a compartment where you can store your suit." As Peter looks, you open another door.

"This is your personal bathroom. It's your job to keep it in clean. The shower is seven feet by ten, so it’s comfortable. The toilet is... Well, it's a toilet."

Explaining a few more things, you find nothing to talk about. "I guess that's it," you admit. The window catches your eye and you jump up.

"How could I forget about the view!" You exclaim, rushing to the glass. Peter quickly drops his bag before walking over. Pushing away the bland curtains, you show him the scenery.

"This is one of the best rooms. You always have a perfect view of the sunset and the moon looks so bright. You'll love it."

You don't see Peter looking at you. You're oblivious to the way he stares.

"I already do," he whispered.

A few minutes later, you go to leave. Peter had been at your heels until you stop him. "Aren't you going to change?" You ask him curiously. The guy was still in his suit.

"Oh!" He cried, looking down at his attire. "Almost forgot. I'll be out soon."

As he turns around, you quickly catch his attention. "I have to ask," you admit, "but what are you supposed to be? Bug-Boy?"

Peter turns around and grins.

"I call myself Spider-Man."

-

You and Peter got along well. Maybe it was the age similarity? Or your mutual love for comic books? Whatever it was, you were glad for it.

"Did you grab the popcorn?" Peter shouted at you. Clutching the bowl of popped corn, you hurry to the large living room.

How could I forget action flicks?

A couple weeks after Peter had settled in, he suggested having a movie night. You quickly agreed and assigned a random night. Saturday was quickly renamed 'Movie Day'.

Peter quickly grabbed the remote, using his special webbing as you prepared to sit down. "You almost crushed the remote," he complained, holding it close to him.

"I'm going to crush you if you don't stop with the damn webbing," you told him. "You never get all of it and it leaves a nasty mess. It's weird to touch it."

"It's a part of me Y/N," Peter complained. "You can't diss it."

Rolling your eyes, you lean into the couch. Tossing a few popped kernels in your mouth, you laugh. "I should be glad it doesn't come out of your butt. 'Cause that would be a horror movie right there."

Peter laughs as he grabs a handful of popcorn and throws it at your face. He can't help but make a face.

"You love me," Peter chuckled.

Hiding your rosy cheeks, you snort. "Sad thing is, I'd love you even if you shot spider silk out of your butthole."

Amused by your comment, Peter pulled you in closer. "JARVIS, can you dim the lights?" He asked politely.

"With pleasure, sir," the A1 replied, following the command.

Taking the remote from the undercover superhero, you quickly put on the movie. Tonight, it was an action/comedy. One of your favorites, actually.

"We're watching (Favorite Movie)?" You ask Peter. He knew how much you loved it.

"I think it's a good movie," He blubed, thankful that the lights were low. Now you couldn't see his tomato-like face.

Taking his word, the two of you watch the movie in content. After the credits roll up, you yawn.

"That was a great movie," you tell Peter. You found it interesting he never let you go throughout the film.

"It was," he agreed, staring at you. This time, you were aware of his burning stare.

"What are you looking at dork?" You ask him. His dark brown eyes never left your E/C ones as he leaned forward.

"You."

Your breaths mingle as you too lean forward. Just as you're about to meet, the lights suddenly turn on.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?" Tony demanded.

One hand hovered over the light switch while the other reached into his pocket. He pulled it out to reveal a gauntlet he had been tinkering with. Letting it pulsate, he motioned for the two of you to separate. Both you and Peter are hesitant, but do so, anyway.

Sliding his sunglasses to the bottom of his nose, your father turned to Peter.

"So Parker," Tony said calmly. His glove crackled as he flexed his fingers. "What were you planning on doing?" As the teen stutters, your dad raised his hand, silencing him. "'Cause it looked like you were just about to swap saliva with my kid. Care to explain?"

"It was my fault dad!" You quickly blurt. "I was encouraging him and-"

"Y/N," your father interrupted. "Don't you dare try to defend him. I know how guys think; I AM A GUY!" His face becomes a dark purple as he continues to scream.

"DO YOU REALLY THINK I AM GOING TO FALL FOR THE CLASSIC IT WASN'T HIS FAULT?!"

Taking a deep breath, Tony seemed to calm down.

"What do you intend on doing with my child, Parker?" He asked slowly, letting the repulsor's light glitch.

You knew what he was trying to do. You've seen your father do the same imitation technique on other people before. He'd bring out a piece of the suit, show off its abilities and use it to intimidate his guests. With his glove, he would scare Peter by threatening to use it on him.

"D-Date them, sir..." Peter mumbled, keeping his eyes locked with Tony's. He ignored your shocked gasp as he locked his jaw.

"And what would you do if you dated them?" Your father asked, rolling his wrist.

"Make sure they were happy, sir," the teen replied. "I'd do anything to keep them happy."

"And what would that include?" Tony questioned further. "Please enlighten me on that." You watch him raise a dark brow.

Peter finally tears his eyes away from your dad and swallowing harshly. Deciding, he looks at him once more.

"If Y/N would take me, and found that they were unhappy, I would strip myself of Spider-Man and devote my time to them. If they found themselves no longer interested in me, I would leave, no matter how much it broke my heart."

If looks could kill, Peter would be six feet under.

"I don't believe you. No one in their right mind would give up something as great as power as this."

You saw the teen clench his jaw as he looked towards your dad. You could almost see the pain emitting from him as he replied.

"A good, no- Amazing man once told me that with great power comes great responsibility. Power means nothing to me if I am not worthy of it."

You see Tony's harsh gaze soften as he continues to scrutinize Peter. Rolling his eyes, he lowered his hand. "Fine, I'll allow this," he grumbled.

As he walks away, your father looks back once more. "Hey Pete," he called. "You mess up, and I'll tell your Aunt May what you really do in your free time."

When your father leaves, for good this time, you turn to Peter. "That was really... Stupid," you admit, leaning towards him again. "But, I'm glad you did that."

"I am stupid," the brunette replied, also leaning in. "But I'd fight for anything that I know is right."

"Oh? So I'm the right choice?" You ask coyly.

"I don't know. Why don't you show me?" The two of you are so close. Just a little more.

Something whistles over your heads, causing the two of you to look up. An Iron Man helmet hovers in the air, its eyes glowing fiercely.

"Dad," you whine.

"Hey, I said I'd allow the two of you staying in the same room together. I didn't permit any kissing." The helmet shook again as it leaned closer. "This is the only way I can watch you two without invading your privacy is this. SO SUCK IT UP!"

This dad was no longer laid-back; he had to fight off guys with a metal bat. A bat that was wielded by him in his suit.

"Can we at least cuddle, sir?" Peter asked.

The left 'eye' of the mask flickered uncontrollably as it zooms over to Peter's face. "Just cuddling?" Tony demanded.

If he were here in person, spit would be flying.

"Yes, sir. No inappropriate touching. Just talking and hugging."

"Is that even okay?" You heard your father whisper. He must have thought he had turned off his microphone. "Why didn't I pick up that parenting book when Y/N was a kid? This would be so much easier..."

Hearing him fight with himself more, your father finally cleared his throat. "I'll permit that too."

Happy, you and Peter sit closer. Grabbing a spare blanket, the teen generously covers you before taking you in his arms. Feeling comfortable, you relax into his hold until a certain noise catches your attention.

Looking over, you see the mask only a few inches away from your face. What really surprises you is the extra ten staring down Peter.

"That's a little too much, don't you think?" You tell one mask.

"You can never be too careful," Tony replied, his voice multiplied by the speakers.

My Little Droplet

Pietro Maximoff x Reader (GN) | SFW

Previous Chapters: Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch.5, Ch. 6

Chapter 7

Summary: Getting a new change of scenery, you guys try to come up with plans on how to survive through this temporary change until you can get answers. The four of you hope you can get by with the aid of your colleagues, though it isn’t Steve, nor Bucky.

Warnings: AU, Swearing

Word Count: 2,513

Czech Translations:

Kapička- Droplet

Drahý- Dear

Song Suggestions: Where Will I Go- Brief Encounters, Let’s Live For Today- The Grass Roots, Evil Is Going On- Canned Heat, Freaking Out The Neighborhood- Mac DeMarco

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You turned to look at each other, letting the radio host’s announcement sit. “But how?” Wanda mumbled.

You didn’t have any leads as to what could’ve possibly led to another time jump. You suggested that the crash might’ve caused it, though Vision shook his head to the suggestion. “It doesn’t seem likely. Last time this occurred, we were in the diner, not the car, which only voids us of an answer.” He stated while picking up a piece of mail from the floor and grabbing a pen. He began to jot down the years they were dropped into and the events that took place beforehand.

You peered at the paper inquisitively. “What’re you doing?”

“Taking note of our circumstances every time this transpires, so we could potentially find a correlation.” He sighed after writing down the last word onto the piece of mail. “And hopefully a cause.”

A frown started to etch itself onto Pietro’s face once he ripped his gaze from the paper to look up at you all. “So we bought clothes for nothing?”

Wanda took a deep inhale and turned to look out the car window. “You’re lucky I’m too tired to argue with you.”

“It was money spent on nothing! And what happens when we run out? We don’t have the money Tony has!”

Your brows furrowed at this. “He’s got a point. We don’t know how long we’ll stay in here and if the money we have will be enough.” You started to bite your nails anxiously as you tried to think of ways to deal with this situation. “We should keep the things we buy within this car. The car so far has come with us, regardless of location, so it looks like our best bet.”

“Looking for brief jobs could be a start to saving if that’s the case then. Or if we’re fortunate enough to have an avengers-esk team in this reality, then we might be able to get employed for the time being. And maybe get answers.” Vision added.

Wanda reluctantly nodded and huffed; hating to admit her brother had a point. She gazed at the flickering neon lights from a sketchy motel and grimaced a the sight. “A place to stay as payment would be nice too.”

“Can you not zap us into an apartment?” Pietro faced you.

You shook your head. “It doesn’t work like that. I can only transport myself so far.” You said in slight frustration. “Still working on transporting people with me.” You muttered the last part.

“I get why they needed me now.” He taunted under his breath; earning a flick on the forehead from you and his sister. He rubbed the spots after slapping both of your hands away. “Why am I always targeted?! Vision never has to endure this.”

His sister rolled her eyes. “Vision is not annoying.”

The compliment seemed to catch him off guard, judging by the red pigment dusting his human colored skin. “Oh, thank you. I think.”

“No problem, Vis.”

“Okay so Vision is amazing. Great!” Pietro then gestured to the building across the street. “Where are we going to stay at tonight, cause that motel over there should not even be in service.”

“The only thing we can do is drive around to find another place. Unless a store that sells a map of the town is still open at-” You check the time written on the car radio. “1:34 in the morning. And even if we do buy a map, we don’t know how long it’ll be useful for before we jump into another fucking world!” You sighed exasperatedly; your hands covering your face as your head dropped. You could feel a headache coming on by the uncertainty of all this. You hated not knowing how long this would last and how you could make this work for a long period of time, if it came to that.

Pietro’s demeanor softened as he saw you hide behind your hands. He carefully reached out and gingerly brought them down onto your lap. “It’ll be fine. We will find somewhere to stay at, and if not tonight, we have the car, no? Then when the sun comes up, we will search for a motel. Hopefully one that does not have a sign that will fall onto us the moment we enter.” You snorted at the description. “If we find ourselves here for more than a day, we will do what you and Vision have said and take it one step at a time, okay? We will get out of here. It might take time. And that’s okay. All that matters right now is that we can find somewhere to sleep at.” He murmured while peering into your eyes, gently squeezing your hands in his. “And I don’t want to find out what you’re like in the morning when you don’t have a goodnight sleep.” A toothy smile found it’s way onto his face once your eyes rolled and a smile broke out. “Y’know, I can run around the city until I find a good place that’s open?”

You frowned. “It’s like stupidly hot right now though.” Even though his idea really would help, you did feel guilty if he had to run in the heat like this.

“I’ve been through worse, kapička. But your pampering flatters me.” He winked; the wide smile remaining on his face. “Wait here, I’ll be back.” And just like that he was gone with only a gust of wind left to take his place.

You fixed your being and fluttered your lashes; your eyes adjusting to the abrupt charge of air that just hit it. “I do wish he gave us more time to prepare when he did that.”

Less than five seconds later, he came back and was seated. He held his hand in his lap, though it seemed as if he was discreetly angling it away from you. One slight tilt to the left was enough for you to catch a glimpse of the blue ink on it, and the lines marking his hand. He turned to look up at you and swiftly put his hand back down onto his lap. “Take a right.”

“He needs to write down how to get somewhere when he gives someone else directions. Or else he’ll forget cause he is not going at the speed he typically goes at.” Wanda said unamused as she leaned into the space between the two front seats.

“Y’know it doesn’t cost you to keep quiet.”

“You were going to make a fool of yourself if you kept looking down at your hand throughout the whole ride. I just saved you from further embarrassment, you should be thankful.”

Pietro grumbled at that and continued with giving you directions until you found a safe enough motel and booked a room. You all got rest and went to nearby stores for luggages and clothes the next morning. You each shopped for a few clothing items, just in case you did get transported after a day. You kept them in the car when not in use after buying; testing to see if your theories were correct for the next time it occurred. You also bought a few basic necessities in small increments for the same reason.

You each got ready for the day with your new outfits and repeated the process from two days ago. Except instead of proving if this were an alternate timeline, this time you were looking for evidence of your teammates potential existence in this world. And as if hearing your pleas, it didn’t take long to find that they did. Or at least two of them did. Clint and Nat. The thing was, they didn’t have an agency like S.H.I.E.L.D. but were rather faceless vigilantes. You figured you could work with that. The issue was finding a way to get in contact with them.

That is where the four of you found yourselves; waiting in dangerous parts of the city, hoping to catch one of them in the midst of a fight. That plan didn’t go over well as three nights had gone by and nothing.

“They are not going to show up.” Pietro said after 20 minutes of waiting on the fourth night. “It’s only two of them in this city, there’s no way we’ll spot them like this.”

“What do you suggest then?”

“Get their attention.” He shrugged.

You raised your brow. “How though?” He dashed off and came back in less than a second with a bandana on his head and two holes cut where his eyes would be.

“Join the action.” He grinned and held out bandanas and ski masks.

Wanda took a bandana. “You could’ve just tied it around half of your face.”

“I needed to cover my hair.”

“It barely covers it. Use this, not the cloth.” Wanda plucked out a ski mask to hand it back to him while you and Vision took the two articles of clothing left.

Pietro was visibly upset at the suggestion. “It’s not as cool.”

The four of you went on to stalk different sections of the city; fighting lawbreakers with your new attire that Pietro supplied for you all by ‘borrowing’ after getting the head pieces. You all agreed upon not using powers, as it seemed this world hasn’t had superbeings, so you used hand to hand combat instead. You heard nothing from them that night, but at least the city caught wind of the four of you. And that in itself could’ve been the reason that on the fifth night, you were confronted by the pair after having taken down some criminals.

“Interesting suits. Pretty sure I saw that very shirt just three blocks down.” You turned around to see Clint and Nat behind you; weapons not held up but not fully put away either.

“Got these on discounts.” Pietro spoke up.

Nat tilted her head at that and raised her brow. “Wasn’t aware 13th street and 9th were having a sale?”

You turned to look at Pietro with furrowed brows as if asking “where did you get these?” He ignored your stare and responded to Natasha mockingly. “You keep track of all the clothes in the city?”

“We got some complaints.”

“I thought you were fighters not landlords.”

“Yeah well people talk when four new crime fighters enter the scene with theft already on their hands. Congrats, you made the headlines if that was what you wanted.” Clint held up a newspaper packet with four separate pictures of the four of you fighting in your ‘suits.’ “It’s how we got the complaints when residents saw their clothes on the front page.”

Pietro avoided the gaze from his twin, you, and Vision as he stared off onto the street. You shook your head and rolled your eyes before facing the duo in front of you. “Right, we’re sorry about that. We’ll return these in the morning. Guess we should’ve been careful about who runs errands for us.” You chuckled with a strained smiled; hoping Pietro caught the jab. “We really didn’t mean to get off on the wrong foot with you and the neighborhood.”

“As long as you don’t steal again, we’ll be in the clear.” The pair was about to leave, yet Clint turned around once more. “And you guys should keep the talking to a minimum when fighting or in your suits. Most of you have distinguishable accents. Just a heads up if you don’t want trouble with the law.”

Your eyes widened a smidge upon the realization. You weren’t a masked hero and the twins, and Vision, were meant to be maskless as well, when joining the team. It genuinely slipped your mind that you could get recognized by your way of speaking. So in an attempt to keep in contact with the vigilantes, and get guidance, you asked them if they could mentor the four of you. The two looked shocked and glanced at each other before returning their gazes onto you all.

“What are you guys some type of teen titans?” Clint teased.

Your mouth opened to make a retort but then closed back up. To be fair, you did have a robot, who may not have been half human, but felt and thought like one. And you had Wanda who was like a sorceress. Pietro was just…Pietro you guess. To his credit, he does have the confidence, flirtatiousness, and agility (except more enhanced) that resembles Nightwing’s; with a humor that mirrors Beast Boy’s. Plus, while you weren’t an alien, you could teleport.

Shit Clint was right to a degree without even knowing. And you were going to keep it that way too. You cleared your throat. “No, though some tips and tricks would help greatly. We can fight but the whole being discreet and covering our tracks is still new to us.”

They shared looks as if having a mental conversation until Nat nodded whilst letting out a sigh. “Alright then. Training starts tomorrow night at 8 on the dot. Bring new threads. Preferably ones that don’t have a five finger discount. Uh-” She held her index finger up and brought her other hand up to her ear while nodding. “Copy. We’ll get there soon.” She hinted at Clint that they had to go with the tilt of her head.

“Right, well nice chat, but we’ll have to cut this shor- Alright! Alright! We’re going! Jesus have some patience man, I can’t think when you’re yelling in my ear.” He huffed and nodded in acknowledgment towards the four of you; Natasha following along before taking off. Unfortunately, they were too quick to leave that you had failed to ask where to meet them at.

The next morning….

“This should be it.” You said once you finished folding the last clothing item. “I can’t believe you broke into these people’s homes.” You said under your breath while shaking your head.

Pietro collected the clothes from you and furrowed his brows. “I didn’t break into their homes.”

“Then how’d you get these?”

“From the clothes they hang outside to dry.” He shrugged. “Don’t leave your clothes out if you don’t want them to get stolen.” You gave him a deadpanned look, causing him to put his hands up in defense. “Hey, you said we needed to save, so I went with the best method! Look, all the stores were closed, and you didn’t like me stealing from a vendor yesterday.”

“So you stole from everyday people?”

“They’re getting it back are they not?”

“After we found out through Nat and Clint.”

“See? Perfect! It all worked out.” He taunted and then leaned in to peck your temple. Before you could react, he ran off; his words echoing in place of him, “Thank you for the help, drahý!” You hadn’t even processed the sound of something falling onto the bedside table, until the items caught the corner of your eyes. Pietro left you with your favorite snack and drink, along with a note that read “I said I’d get your snacks next time ;)”

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A/N: Not much to say besides hoping you guys liked or okay with the change!

My Little Droplet

Pietro Maximoff x Reader (GN) | SFW

Previous Chapters: Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch.5

Chapter 6

Summary: Choosing to see a play with Steve and Bucky, the four of you go shopping for clothes to fit in with the times. You and Wanda simultaneously bother Pietro, causing him to grow irritated. The irritation transfers into the theater where you just happen to be lucky enough to sit beside Bucky and Pietro.

Warnings: AU, Swearing

Word Count: 2,120

Czech Translations:

Jdi do prdele- go to hell/piss off/fuck off

Miláček- Sweetheart/Darling

Kapička- Droplet

Drahý- Dear

Song Suggestions: Gimme Little Sign- Brenton Wood, Green Tambourine- The Lemon Pepper, I Heard it Through the Grapevine- Marvin Gaye, Full Moon, Empty Heart- Belly the Band

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You rummaged through the clothing racks, trying to find outfits so that you could stand out less with your modern-day clothes. You picked out a shirt and held it up while thinking of what to pair it with.

“What’s his name again?” Pietro spoke up from behind you.

“Hmm? Who?”

“Steve’s friend.”

“Do you mean Bucky?” Vision replied while putting on a sweater Wanda had suggested he try on.

“Yes Bucky.” He muttered before messing with a mannequin’s pose. “He’s a bit much, no?”

Wanda withheld a smirk and responded with, “You would know best about that, wouldn’t you Piet?”

Pietro then scoffed at the notion. Your focus drifted onto them and you noted the same mischievous look in Wanda’s eyes that Pietro usually gets before he purposefully gets on someone’s nerves. You shook your head and stopped a grin from spreading onto your face as you went back to sifting through the hangers. “And what do you mean by that dear sister?” Sarcasm dripping off of the so called words of endearment.

“He’s a spitting image of you with the way he acts.” She paused to look at a blue dress, ignoring the offended and shocked expression Pietro gave her.

“Do you take joy lying on my name?” He muttered with somewhat raised brows and squinted eyes. “He does not resemble me at all. He comes on too strong and lays it on—what is it you say?” He turned to face you and Vision.

“Lays it on too thick?” Vision piped up.

“Yes, that.”

“I don’t know Pietro, sometimes you do.” You added to further fuel the fire Wanda started, earning you a slight smirk from her.

“Miláček, you too?” He said in dramatic disbelief. The puppy dog eyes he gave you, did make you feel a faintly guilty if only for a moment.

You shrugged and gave him a sympathetic smile. “You’re not that discreet.” This makes him look to Vision for confirmation.

“Uh, well- I’m not really sure what might be too much. That can be subjective, so it would depend on the feelings of the people you hit on.” Vision clearly wanted to stay out of it, attempting to be neutral so that he can simply go back to shopping.

“Kapička, am I too much for you?” Piet returned to facing you, still in disbelief. “Do I lay it down too thickly?” The tone he said it in pulled at your heart strings, but you couldn’t help chuckling quietly at the way he worded the last question.

“There’s nothing wrong with that.” You continued to tease him with your “consolation.”

He crossed his arms with a small pout on his face. “‘Yes’ as an answer would’ve hurt less.”

His sister rolled her eyes. “You are being dramatic.”

He rolled his eyes in return and huffed. He continued to follow you and Wanda through the store, holding the piles of clothes you all sought out before you went to the changing rooms. You modeled for each other, seeing which pieces were the best before heading to the check out.

Once all of you were ready, you drove to the library to meet up with the Bucky and Steve. After they directed you on where the theater was, the six of you bought a ticket and went in. You didn’t think much of your seating placement; not paying much attention as you all filed into your row. It wasn’t until you sat down and saw that Pietro was on your left and Bucky on your right, that you wished you had pre-planned the seating. Not that you have issue with either of them, but knowing that Pietro wasn’t exactly fawn of Bucky meant that his patience with him was thin. You simply sat and hoped the two of them didn’t do or say much for the next two hours.

An hour into the play and you started to shudder due to the theatre’s air conditioning. “You’re not cold are you hun?” Bucky whispered after he saw you shiver. He put his hands on his coat, signaling he was ready to take it off if you needed it.

“Oh you don’t have to, but thank you for the offer.”

“No really it’s fine. I’d rather not have you sit here cold. I’m sure the change in temperature here must be hard to adjust to.” He smiled and gently rested his sweater on you. “There. All better. Is that sitting comfortable enough for you?”

You nodded and smiled bashfully. “It’s sitting just perfectly, thank you. You sure you won’t get cold?”

“Don’t you worry ‘bout me, sweetheart, I got my own ways of staying warm. Plus your presence would’ve been enough either way.”

“Well that’s awfully kind of you then-”

“No, go on talk louder, I can still hear the play.” Pietro butted in while leaning towards the two of you.

Your head whipped towards him. “You didn’t even want to watch the play.”

“That was before I took a seat and paid for it.” He grumbled before leaning back into his seat once more. He sat there, shoulders tense and arms crossed, glaring at the play in front of him. Bucky was taken a bit aback, but didn’t make a comment as he returned to viewing the play. The three of you were quiet for awhile until Pietro leaned into your side and looked at you through his peripheral. “Are you actually cold?” He murmured.

“Kinda.”

“Do you want my warmth?”

You debated the answer and then nodded; moving closer to him once his arm wrapped around your shoulders. You felt the heat from his arm instantly warm you up, thanks to his superhuman makeup. You couldn’t help snuggling further, seeking more while Pietro secured his hold on you with his other arm joining in.

“Do you want?” He whispered softly as he took out a pack of m&ms.

You shook your head yes and grabbed a few pieces. “When did you get these?” You whispered back.

“When the stall man wasn’t looking as we passed by.” He said in a pleased tone while he ate one.

“Pietro!” A swift, but light, smack was felt on his abdomen.

“What, like an m&m would ruin his business? And if it does, he’s bad at selling.”

“It’s not right to steal regardless.”

“What if I get your favorite snack next time?” A cheeky grin painted his face. You raised your brows and pursed your lips as they sorta extruded. “C’mon don’t give me that, drahý. How about snack and drink? I know you’d like that.” He smiled when he poked your side. You chuckled while squirming away and nudged his hand.

“Hey Pietro, mind keeping it down?” Bucky whispered, purposefully mimicking Pietro.

The smile instantly left his face once he replied bluntly. “I do.”

“Be nice.” You butted in.

“You heard them Bucky.” Pietro looked over at him, only to receive a snap on his wrist from his bracelet. “Miláček-” He pouted.

“I meant you.”

“I was! I was…neutral.”

“Sure you were.”

“It’s okay, I’m sure he was just being earnest.” Bucky smiled politely, though in Piet’s eyes it was a fake smile.

“I was.” He curtly responded before looking at the play once more and subtly nudging you closer to him. The two of them stayed quiet for the rest of the play, deciding not to fuss anymore as Wanda and Steve’s glares kept them in line. Before splitting ways however, you made sure to set up plans with Steve and Bucky to show you another spot in the city for another day.

“You couldn’t keep your mouth shut?” Wanda said as soon as you dropped Steve and Bucky off.

Pietro groaned. “He was the one talking during the play. How is it that I’m rude for telling him to fuck off, but him talking isn’t?”

“You do things like that all the time, and now you care when somebody else does it?!”

“I do care cause he can’t stop flirting when we’re supposed to be watching something!”

“You do that to others as well!”

“Well I was watching the show!”

“Oh really? Name three characters, quick!”

“Jdi do prdele!” Pietro spat out, followed by some more Sokovian words exchanged between the twins. You and Vision shared glances. You opted for bringing the windows down to let the wind muffle their arguing and in the meantime, Vision turned the radio up and switched through the stations until he found one he liked.

Vision inched closer to you from behind your seat to whisper, “you think we should get a different room for them tonight?”

“Definitely.”

“Maybe ice cream too. Might help them cool off. And I would also like to try it.”

You couldn’t help but to smile at that. “Oh yeah, I guess you’ve never tried it before right?”

“Unfortunately.”

“Well we can head to an ice cream parlor after they’re calmer.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

After an hour of letting the two steam off in separate rooms, you and Vision eventually coax them into coming out for ice cream. The ice cream luckily ended up aiding in making them let loose once more. They even ended up both getting a scoop of strawberry and then a different flavor for their second scoop. You would think there would be a stark contrast between the way they added toppings to their ice creams, but they both went all out, which you couldn’t help but to find a bit funny.

“How do y’all like it?”

“Its delicious.” Pietro mumbled while stuffing his face.

Wanda agreed as she took another spoonful. “It’s sweet. I like that. Helps with this heat too.”

Pietro nodded along. “Sokovia never felt like hell.” He paused. “Well not when it came to high temperatures.”

“Y’all must be sweating your balls off then?”

They both shook their heads yes while they silently ate the rest of their dessert. The silence made you realize just how exhausted the heat had them as you watched the sweat beads drop from their foreheads.

“Do you feel the humid air?” You suddenly turned to Vision. You didn’t know much about him; being that he was born (at most) four weeks ago, and you only knew him for one week and some days.

“I can tell what the weather is but I don’t feel the pressures of it the way you may might. Except if it were extreme to the point of affecting my makeup.”

“Wow so you don’t even feel relieved from the ice cream?”

He chuckled slightly and shook his head. “Not really no, but it is interesting—texture wise.”

“You can’t taste it?!”

“I can’t taste any foods.”

“That does check out, but damn. I’m gonna have to ask Tony if he can like install a flavor palette for you or something.”

“I’m not sure it’s really necessary but I appreciate the thought.”

“You’ll be missing out on a whole world though! And it can help you with cooking.”

He gave you a quizzical look. “Cooking? But I don’t need to eat. In fact, it’s probably best I eat on occasion so I don’t ruin my mechanics.”

“True, but you can impress someone with your cooking skills.”

“Me being a robot wouldn’t make the cut?” His question ended up getting a snort out of you and the twins.

“Fair. It’s just another skill you can add to the list of things to impress someone with.”

“I’ll consider it.”

By the time you all finished, the sun was down and the crickets’ chirping followed you no matter which way you went. You were driving back to the motel with the windows down to combat the humidity. You had just stopped at a red light, humming along to a song playing on the radio when you were abruptly jolted as a result of a car crashing into you. Thankfully, Pietro was fast enough to ensure no one got injured. However, the thought was overshadowed by a shaking in the ground, and a thunderous noise that was soon followed by a bright flash. Each of you covered your eyes and then uncovered after awhile, wondering if you jumped timelines again. You looked around to see that it was still night, yet the car that crashed into you wasn’t there anymore. The radio sputtered, switching and glitching through stations until it steadied itself with the voice of a radio host coming through.

“And don’t forget to call in to enter our contest! One lucky caller could get a ticket to the Monterey Pop Festival this weekend. So make sure to mark your calendars for June 16th through the 18th cause ’67’s lineup will be a gas!”

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Following chapters:

Chapter 7

A/N: Praying y’all liked this chapter! Also just wanted to clarify that y’all jumped like 4 years further into the 60s, since you entered it in 1963☝️🤓 And I’m trying to have Pietro be more true to his character cause I’m pretty sure in the MCU he is supposed to be sorta short tempered. So please tell me if y’all think something he said wasn’t Pietro-esk. Though it is kinda hard to make it true to him cause he’s literally only in one movie😭 That being said, it’s also difficult with Vision cause I swear they have him say like 5 lines in the whole franchise🗿

On another note, I like to imagine that the twins go all out on their ice cream toppings because it momentarily makes up for a childhood they never fully got to have. Something about a strawberry scoop for both makes sense to me and idk why.

This is also how I imagine them to be while/after eating ice cream on that hot ass day.

My Little Droplet

Pietro Maximoff x Reader (GN) | SFW

Chapter 5

Summary: After not finding the Avengers in the compound, you all head to a motel instead. You and Pietro find no luck in catching shut eye though, so you attempt to teach him to drive. The four of you then spend the next day searching for answers on your circumstances, causing you to bump into a familiar face and a friend to that familiar face, who happens to be very friendly.

Warnings: AU

Word Count: 1,809

Czech Translations:

Kapička- Droplet

Song Suggestions: She’s not there- The Zombies, Runner- Tennis, Before We Begin- Broadcast

Previous Chapters:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

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“We have the car.” Pietro stated as if it was obvious.

“If I damage her, Tony is going to kill me.”

“Tony can’t get to you right now.”

“Ok, but when we do get back, he’ll kill me. And I doubt he’ll excuse the fact that we just wanted to have fun.”

“Thats easy. We lie.”

At this point, it was past 12 a.m. The four of you had gone to a motel after heading to the compound, only to find it had ceased to exist. You weren’t exactly sure what that meant for the four of you. Had the team yet to be born? Presumably if it was the 60s, it checks out. Unfortunate for the lot of you however, as it meant you couldn’t get aid from the very people who knew how to handle supernatural phenomenons. And despite booking a motel room with two beds, you and Pietro seemed to be on the same page; struggling to sleep due to the ceaseless questions racking your brains.

That is where you found yourselves in the parking lot of the motel, attempting to make the hours pass. Pietro had just suggested to take the car out for a spin, being that he never had the need to drive nor learned how to. And you two argued for some time about it, though ultimately, Pietro was able to get through to you. You figured it may be best to have someone else who knows how to drive besides you and maybe Vision? You weren’t quite sure if he did, however you assumed he could given the whole robot thing. Either way, that left you here, teaching him how to drive, as you gripped onto the door handle for dear life.

“Alright you got that part down, now put some pressure onto the gas pedal again.” He put more than you anticipated, causing your grip to tighten. “Less! Less.” He adjusted his foot to the gas pedal.

“I thought I was doing okay.”

“Thought, not was. We can’t go too fast yet until you’ve got the basics down.”

“This will take forever.”

“It’s supposed to take some time to learn. Plus, this was your idea.” He slowed the car to a stop before looking over at you.

“I thought it would be quick and we could speed down the streets. Do a donut or whatever you call it.” You reached over to put the car in parking.

“Well you thought wrong.” He let out a puff of air while bubbling his lips. He gazed around, taking in the closed vintage shops before his eyes landed on you once more. His eyes then traveled down to your wrist before lightly plucking at your bracelet, allowing the bracelet to snap back at your skin. “Agh!” He snickered at your reaction. “You’re so-”

“Lovable? Fast? Endearing?”

“Pesky.” You retorted as you reached over to snap his bracelet in return.

A faux frown made its way onto his face. “That hurt!”

You laughed a bit while speaking. “To be fair, you could’ve moved on time instead of letting me do that.” He couldn’t harbor the grin he was trying to keep hidden anymore.

“It wouldn’t be fair.”

“I don’t think you’re one for fairness, Maximoff.” Your lips mirrored his.

“Only if I’m given reason. And you’re one of them.”

“You stole my fries earlier.”

He nodded sheepishly. “I wasn’t committed to the fairness back then.”

“And you are now?” You giggled softly.

“With my whole heart, mind, body, and soul.” He muttered dramatically while taking ahold of your hand, placing your palm over his chest, where his heart lied. He let his thumb glide over the back of your hand while you felt the fast beat of his heart. Quite unnaturally fast actually. Though that must be a given, due to his abilities. Some supernatural heartbeats passed by as you struggled to come up with a response. “You’re awfully quiet, kapička.” A prideful smirk transpired onto his lips. “Am I making you nervous?” His tone carried the usual teasing tone, but you did hear some genuine curiosity and concern laced into it. And with the way his eyes studied yours, it gave you further reason to believe so.

“Course not.” You retracted your hand. “Just didn’t expect you to grab my hand like that.”

He chuckled at that. “Do you not like that?”

You took a pause before responding. “I don’t mind it.” You said quietly into the night air while avoiding his look. If you turned back around, you were sure you’d see his shit eating grin once more. Surprisingly though, you weren’t met with a teasing response, just a “hm.” You looked at the time plastered onto the car’s clock. “We should head back, it’s getting late.”

“Can I drive us back then?”

“Definitely not.”

You two sneaked back into the motel room, careful not to wake Wanda and Vision up. You lied beside Wanda, ready to fall asleep, but not before thinking about your hand on him and how it made your heart race. You push the feeling and memories away, knowing there wasn’t much to it and let your dreams take over.

Once morning came around, the four of you headed out for breakfast while discussing how to get answers on how you ended up there and hopefully find a way out. “We’re in the 60’s that much we know.” You stated while offering some of your food to Pietro. He happily plopped a few pieces into his mouth while nodding and munching along.

“But are we in our 60’s or an alternate timeline?” Vision added.

Wanda turned to him after a moment of thinking. “Is there not some way we can test to see if it is?”

He paused before nodding. “You could be onto something. We can look for known events to figure out whether or not the timelines match up.”

“That’s a really good idea actually. Should we head to a library? We can even get some newspapers?” You chimed in.

You each collected books and newspapers for Vision to read, being that he was a fast reader and knew if the information aligned with your universe’s history. Two hours had gone by and you were in the history section, searching for any other history book that might’ve been missed. You ran your finger along the spine of the books as you read the labels and suddenly fell forward upon feeling someone bump into you. The person thankfully was quick on their feet and had made sure you didn’t hit your head on the shelves or floor whilst they repositioned you upright.

“Please pardon-” was all the stranger got out before you realized that the voice belonged to Steve. He looked like he usually does, but with a 60’s pompadour haircut that didn’t draw too much attention. “I really didn’t mean to bump into you, I’m so sorry. My friend just shoved me carelessly without looking.” He continued, looking back to give his friend a stern look. Your eyes followed his, seeing his friend was a brunette with a ducktail hairstyle. He happened to be built like Steve but in a slightly shorter stature. “Otherwise, we would’ve made sure not to put you at risk. Are you alright? You didn’t hit your head did you?”

You blinked a couple of times before nodding and laughing a bit nervously. “No yeah, I’m fine, just a little shaken up. You just look so familiar, but I can’t quite put my finger on it. Your name starts with an S right?”

He smiled warmly as he shook his head. “Steve, yes.” He held his hand out for you to shake while speaking. “I’m not sure I remember your name, my apologies. Would you mind reminding me?”

You gave him your name and attempted to see if you could get more information out of him. “Yeah yeah, I’m not sure if I saw you around or maybe on something like a newspaper?” You tilted your head in an innocent manner.

It ended up working, given that he gave you a wide smile and raised his brows. “Oh that’s a possibility-” he started until his friend butted in with an arm slung around Steve’s shoulders.

“Though it’s likely you saw Steve on TV, that’s where most of the beauties recognize him from.” To which Steve smacked his friend’s torso with the back of his hand.

“Please don’t pay him any mind.”

“Or pay me all of it, hun.” His friend offered a toothy smile and extended his hand for you to shake. “The names James, but you can call me Bucky.”

You returned the smile with a friendly one of your own and shook his hand. “Nice to meet you Bucky. I imagine you make the headlines too?” You took a wild guess. You weren’t sure what was true and what wasn’t. Steve being alive right now, and not trapped in ice, confirmed you were in a different reality. Though he looks the same age as he did since the 40’s, meaning he must’ve taken the serum. And given how his friend is built, you assume he might’ve too.

“Not as much as Steve, but if you’re looking for me, I’m sure you’ll find me.” He winked. “Is that your guy?” He flicked his head to signal behind you. You turned to find Pietro walking up to you and stopping right beside you. You turned back around, a bit wide eyed while shaking your head and laughing bashfully.

“Oh no, no, he’s a friend of mine. Bucky, Steve, this is Pietro, Pietro this Bucky and Steve.” You introduced them to each other. Pietro greeted Steve first and then simply gave Bucky a thin lipped smile when he shook his hand. “I was wondering if you two can possibly show me and my friends around here? We’re new to the place, and I’m assuming you two are well acquainted with it. That is if it’s not too big of an ask and if you two aren’t busy, of course.”

Bucky was the first to reply, instantly at that. “It would be no issue at all, angel face.”

“Would you want to know about any places in particular? There’s a theater a few blocks down if you want to see a play.”

“You’re gonna bore them to death, Steve. If you want something more worth your buck, there’s a club not too far that I’m sure you and your friends will enjoy.”

“Both sound great! Let me just check in with my friends to see which they’ll prefer. Or if you want to come along as well and get the introductions over with, we can do that too.” You said sweetly, praying that they would agree to it.

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Chapter 6

Chapter 7

A/N: Y’all please forgive me for not writing for like a month, school got in the way unfortunately 👎 Though I also think it’s getting tough for other fanfic writers cause I swear me and the other 6 fans Pietro has, haven’t been writing as much, or maybe that’s just me, but it just feels like there’s less fics of him than usual❓besides school though, I rewrote this chapter like three times, not sure where I wanted to go with it (that’s on me for deciding to make it an AU), but I think I figured it out now! And I’m glad I redid this more than once cause now I like how it turned out and I hope you guys do as well!

My Little Droplet

Pietro Maximoff  x  Reader (GN) | SFW 

Chapter 4 

Summary: Sorta all over the place, but know these things are included: 

Bracelet making

Sparring with Pietro (and getting in trouble)

Shopping/Dining with him, Wanda, and Vision

Chaos caused at the diner the four of you are in before everything seemingly goes back to normal

Warnings: Swearing, AU, mentions of “girls' day” (Although the activity brought up in this chapter is what classifies it as such, not reader’s gender☝️)

Word Count: 3,123 (Peep that order) 

Czech Translations: 

Krásná- Beautiful 

Drahý- Dear 

Miláček- Sweetheart/Darling 

Song Suggestions: Sutphin Boulevard- Blood Orange, D>E>A>T>H>M>E>T>A>L- Panchiko, Message From Home- Broadcast 

Previous Chapters: 

Chapter 1 

Chapter 2 

Chapter 3 

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As promised, the next day you had made a bracelet for him while the two of you talked. Eventually Wanda and Vision joined in to see how you were doing. You were still adjusting to Vision, being that he was a sentient robot. Though you suppose you have been through weirder things such as the invasion in New York. You pushed the thought away when Wanda’s voice rang through the room.

“Is that a bracelet you’re making?” She asked as she drew closer and peered at your lap. You nodded and smiled as you carefully held it up in your hand, making sure the beads and charms didn’t fall from the untied string.

“Yeah, I’m making one for Pietro. I could make one for you and Vision too if you’d like?”

“Really? What did my brother do to get into your graces like this?” She joked while Pietro, who was behind her and sitting on a chair, rolled his eyes. “It is very cute though. I would like a red and black themed bracelet if you can.” She then turned to Vision for his response.

“Oh! I would like one too, if you don’t mind. I’m not quite sure what colors however…maybe yellow and silver?”

“Alright, red and black for Wanda, and yellow and silver for Vision it is then.” You said as you started to finish up Pietro’s bracelet. You tied it off and handed it to him.

“Y’know this was supposed to be between me and them. You’re interrupting our girls day.” He faked a pointed look towards his twin. Wanda gave him a confused look.

“A girls day?”

“Uh yeah.” He said as if it were obvious while trying to mimic an American accent, failing to do so and raising the container holding the beads and ball of string.

“Making bracelets doesn’t make this a girls day.”

“Well it is enough for me to consider it one.”

“If we go by that logic, then I suppose it would still be one if me and Wanda join.” Vision interjected.

“Plus I’d rather do something than nothing if I’m going to be here for a few more days, and I always appreciate the company.” You glanced up with a gentle smile.

You knew Wanda and Pietro weren’t actually arguing, yet you wanted to reassure her and Vision nonetheless. The two situated themselves into chairs and conversed about how things were going for them in the compound so far, with the occasional dispute between the twins.

The days carried on like this. You tried to keep busy, Pietro by your side either talking or joining you in whatever you were doing, and Wanda dropping by either on her own, or with Vision, or Clint. And on days when your teammates didn’t have missions or other work to do, they would come in to see how you were doing and catch up.

Now that you have finished your one week of bed rest, you were in the clear to fight once more, and can move freely with no pain. However, because you were out for two weeks and rested for one more, you wanted to see if your skills were intact. You and Pietro planned to train and spar together, considering he was new to the team and needed to train regardless. So by the time you stepped foot into the room, you weren’t surprised to see he was already there.

“Ready to lose krásná?” He wore a grin with his arms crossed. You shook your head with a light smile gracing your lips.

“You’re going to regret that Maximoff.” You teased him back as you set your duffel bag down.

“If it’s you, I don’t mind it.” His voice dipped into a quieter and slightly lower tone, taking a few closer steps towards you.

“Already trying to distract me? Scared?”

“Never. Is it working though?” He questioned with a tilt of his head.

“Mm let’s be real.”

“Well I still have the rest of the session for it to work.”

“And if it doesn’t?” You asked while getting into position. “Powers or no powers?”

“Have faith in me.” He teased. “Let’s go with no powers first and then next round with.” He soon backed up and got into a fighting stance as well. Even if his strength is above the average human’s strength, you fought various times without your power, enough to get an upper hand on him this round. The next round unfortunately wasn’t as simple. You obviously knew he was fast and that was an issue. You had to think quickly before one of you made a move. But he didn’t give you much time as he knocked you to the ground, ready to keep you pinned to it. Thankfully your instincts kicked in and you shot a jet stream of water out of your hands, not knowing from which direction he would be coming. It ended up working though, as you heard a groan from across the room and spotted Pietro up against the wall. You teleported towards him and pinned him down once more, but not too rough, being that he just hit a wall.

“That wasn’t too harsh was it?”

“Please, I am not weak, drahý.” He ran his hand down his face to clear off the water droplets.

“I just want to be sure.” You jokingly put your hands up in surrender before standing up and then holding your hands out for him. He used your hands to stand and shortly after, pulled you towards him and began to shake his head, causing the beads of water to splash onto your skin.

“Pietro!” You gasped and tried to pull away, yet he held you firmly, wrapping his arms around you, while laughing as some of the water seeped into your clothes. His embrace was soon met with an empty space in his hold and he realized too late that you had gotten out. He was left with no time to react once he felt a light gush of water on the lower end of his back that traveled up his spine, causing him to spaz slightly from the ticklish feeling. It was your turn to laugh at his reaction now. Your laughter unfortunately only lasted for a few seconds, cut off by the grunt that left your lips when you came in contact with the padded ground. Everything after that was a blur as you and him tussled all over the room, for who knows how long, until the two of you were interrupted by the sound of the training room doors opening, causing the two of you to look up. Tony and Steve took in the sight of the now drenched training room and the headlock you had Pietro in, while Pietro had ahold of your thigh, ready to tug at it. Tony swiftly took his phone out to take a picture of the scene, likely to be used for blackmail, and then stored his phone away once more.

“Right, well when you two are done canoodling, go ahead and clean this place up.” Tony mocked and carefully treaded through the room to turn the fans on; Steve in tow.

“How long have you two even been in here?” Steve questioned and looked around the room, in awe by how much water landed on practically every surface. You both looked at the clock above the doorframe, though it was Pietro who spoke.

“About 30 minutes.”

Pietro’s response was soon followed by a lecture from Steve, who would now supervise your trainings to prevent the room from getting ruined again. The two of you just listened, staying in the position you were found in while looking at Steve. With that, he and Tony left, deciding to train after the place was cleaned up; leaving you and Pietro alone again. Once the doors closed, you looked down at Pietro while he looked up at you before you two busted out laughing. You let go of him, as he did the same, and fell backwards onto the mat, holding your stomach with one hand. By the time your cackles subsided, you let out an exhale and looked around the room that you now had to clean. Pietro, who was between your legs, laying back onto you, followed your line of sight.

“This should take less than 30 seconds to clean up.” Pietro spoke up, seemingly like he knew what you were thinking. You gazed down at him and raised your brow, so that he could continue on. “Can you absorb water?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s easy then. I’ll carry you around and you can use your ability.”

“That’s a good idea actually.” You muttered and soon felt your feet lift off the ground. It didn’t take long for you to understand what was going on and put your powers into use. Luckily it took less than 10 seconds, and you even managed to dry off both you and Pietro. Unfortunately, going fast at what feels like the speed of light made it difficult to stand up right for a few seconds once Pietro put you down. He kept a hold on your waist with his arm to provide stability before you found it.

“We should team up more.”

“We just started training together.” You chuckled at his comment.

“We work well do we not?”

“We do, but we’ll have to train more to see what’s the best way to operate. Though I don’t think we’ll be able to go all out if Steve is going to play babysitter.”

“Damn Steve.”

“Since when do you say damn?” You giggled a bit.

“Since I heard Clint say it.” You guys continued to talk while making your way out of the training area. You weren’t paying much attention to where you were going, until you glanced at your surroundings and realized you were in the dormitory wing of the compound. That’s when it you hit you that you’ve never seen his room and he hasn’t seen yours. You wondered if he has even decorated his yet. It didn’t take long for your curiosity to be quelled. He opened his door to reveal a basic room that had all the furniture yours had when you first moved into your bedroom.

“Do you have any plans on what you’re going to do here?”

“You sound like Wanda.”

“Then I know I’m asking the right things.” He smirked at that and lightly shook his head.

“I don’t know what to put here yet.” He muttered while his eyes drifted around the room. “I can’t remember the last time I decorated a room of mine.” He muttered once more, but his voice was quieter, almost as if he was trying to recall. The distant look in his eyes told you your assumptions were right.

“If you want a piece of advice, start with what you like. What you’re interested in or if you see decorations you enjoy, go with that. And if you want your room to be color coordinated, think of the paint color you’d choose first. If you don’t care for that though, just shop around and get what catches your eyes.” He took in what you said before nodding, as if a choice was made.

“It’s a good a thing you are already in this room then.” The mischievous expression he usually carries made its way back onto his face. You blinked and you were suddenly sitting up-right on his bed, with your back against the pillows and bed frame, while he was laying down next to you with his arms behind his head.

“I shouldn’t have told you anything.”

“As if you don’t like to be in the same bed with me.” He shot you a wink, only to be met with a flick on the top of his head. “Ow!” He moved his head away to rub it, and jokingly pouted. “You are so mean.”

“You are so flirtatious.”

“You bring it out of me.” He shrugged.

“Everyone brings it out of you.”

“You bring it out of me mostest.” You chuckled at that.

“It would just be most.”

“You got what I meant either way.” He flicked your thigh in retaliation before smirking up at you, to which you couldn’t help but to laugh a bit at.

“I did. So, have you actually thought of anything you’d want here?”

“I think I’d want more clothes first and then get a shelf with DVDs, so I can watch the sitcoms I used to see with my parents. Maybe change the furniture in here too. And the paint color. It’s boring.” He huffed through his nose.

“That’s a good start yeah.” After awhile you spoke up again. “When you do go shopping for your room, can I tag along?”

“Of course. You were going with me regardless. After all, I need someone to show me around the city.” He smiled up at you, and you returned the act.

“In that case, should we invite Wanda and Vision too?” You figured it would be best, given that they still need to decorate their rooms as well, and could probably use a tour guide. He agreed to the idea, and you both went to a bunch of stores with the pair. After what felt like 20 different stores, you all, except for Vision, were hungry. You ended up finding a diner while heading in the direction of the compound and decided you may as well stop there. The four of you entered the quaint restaurant and sat in a booth. You sat beside Pietro who had his arms resting on the back of the seat. You guys stayed silent for some time as you ate, the tiredness leaving little energy to talk after all that browsing and walking. Though it didn’t last too long for the quiet to be disrupted due to you noticing your fries were leaving at a faster rate than what you were consuming. You put two and two together and randomly swatted at the air, just above your tray of fries to see if you were right. You heard Pietro suck through his teeth while holding his hand. “So you were stealing them!”

“You never said I couldn’t!”

“I never said you could! You could’ve just asked.”

“Its not as fun.” You narrowed your eyes at his response and teleported to sit beside Vision, preventing Pietro from further stealing. “Okay okay! I’m sorry, can I please get some of your fries.” You teleported back to him and nudged your tray towards him. His fast metabolism led to him eventually eating all of it, so you ended up ordering two more trays for both of you. “Thank you, miláček.” He murmured as he stuffed his face with his burger. You giggled a bit, not thinking he would be this starved. His stuffed face smiled back up at you.

“No problem Piet.”

“Be careful not to choke Pietro.” Wanda warned, gaining an eye roll from him. He swiftly swallowed his bite.

“I’m not a baby.”

“You act like it.” She retorted. You took the time to eat once again as they went back and forth. You zoned out for a bit, the day getting to you while the songs from the speakers played faintly in the background. Your eyes skimmed over the walls of the diner, taking in the portraits and signs. They soon landed on a calendar with those cute kitten themed ones, earning a faint smile from you. Your thoughts were shortly interrupted by the twins calling out your name. Your attention reverted back to them.

“Hmm?”

“If we have our own rooms, would it not-” Wanda started, but her words were disrupted by a bright blinding light outside. All of you turned your heads to the flash, standing up ready to fight or to help others flee. The decision was quickly made for the four of you as a loud booming sound shook up the restaurant, and the light beamed bright enough to cause you all to cover your eyes.

You don’t know when the flash disappeared, all you knew was that you were blocking your eyes with the back of your arm, and were trying to get rid of the blotchy spots in your vision. Once your vision did return back to normal, it seemed as if the restaurant did too. Each of you got up to check on the few workers in the joint and went to check if there was anything outside. It all seemed as it was before. It was still night, there weren’t any damages to the building, and no signs of danger outside. You headed back into the restaurant and took notice of the calendar. The calendar had changed. The day and month were all the same. Everything the same except for the year stated. 1963. That’s when a young waitress came up to your table with a relieved sigh.

“I thought you all were going to do a dine and run.” She laughed while holding a hand to her chest. Your eyes followed her hand and traveled to her name tag. She had the same name as your previous waitress, who seemed to be old enough to be a grandmother, and the woman in front of you was definitely not one. Your eyes then took in what should’ve been the most obvious of all. Her flipped bob, blue eyeshadow, black eyeliner, the prominent bottom lashes, and her diner fit that was…actually pretty much the same. The only new things included were red tights and heels. You each looked at each other with puzzled expressions, all coming to terms with the same conclusion. You turned back to the waitress and smiled.

“No of course not. Sorry we could’ve sworn we heard a disturbance by our car and wanted to be sure it wasn’t anything to worry about.” You said innocently and then reached into your wallet. “Actually while you’re here, is it alright if we pay the bill now?” She simply nodded and returned with the bill. You all paid and tipped before leaning closer to whisper amongst yourselves.

“What the hell happened?” Wanda asked in a disbelief.

“I’m not sure. I scanned the area and didn’t get any clues as to how we got here or where the commotion came from.” Vision whispered, and from what you could tell, was likely still trying to make sense of this. Which is what unsettled you the most. If Vision didn’t know, how on Earth could you guys get out of this.

“We should see if the others know anything of this.” Pietro suggested and you all went with that plan. You got back into the car, pushing the exhaustion aside to make way for your growing curiosity. You peered into the horizon as the car drove, fidgeting with your nails against the steering wheel. You simply hoped the others would have any possible ideas about where this could have even stemmed from.

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Following chapters:

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

A/N: Not sure where I’m headed with this, just know I’m headed🥸 I think the whole 60s (I presume) thing with the fantastic four is causing me to want to have these four (having four be sent back in time wasn’t intentional, and I’m just now realizing the amount is the same.😔) go through the 60s too cause why not! I also know my memory won’t be accurate if I try to stick to the Avenger’s timeline. :/

I think I might want to do a Wandavision thing with the decades changing, but a slower progression and different plot and villain/s ofc. And because reader could be anybody, know that the decades won’t include racism, homophobia, transphobia, sexism, ableism, fatphobia (essentially all the -isms and -phobias) cause I’d rather y’all have a good time and not endure that😽

There will probably be some play of societal expectations however, depending on the decade, still unsure. Mainly thinking of dating culture. Also I hope the pacing for this is okay, and that y’all liked this chapter :D (I’m trying my hardest to refrain from romancing this.)

₊˚.༄ My Little Droplet ₊˚.༄

Pietro Maximoff x Reader (GN) | SFW

Chapter 3

Summary: Waking up in Pietro’s arms, you two end up talking and eventually you get to hear about his past. The conversation leads to your trust in each other to strengthen and the start of a new friendship.

Warnings: mentions of death, mentions of war, mentions of weapons (missiles), swearing (shit), somewhat hurt/comfort? (not sure, just know it's a somber chapter, HOWEVER it ends on a lighter note)

Word Count: 2,450

Czech Translations:

Drahý- Dear

Miláček- Sweetheart/Darling

Kapička- Droplet

Song suggestions: Once More to See You- Mitski, Tears in the Typing Pool- Broadcast, In Time- Rodrigo Amarante

Previous Chapters:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

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You felt the comfort of the sun caressing your back, surpassing your night gown and blanket that covered you. That sleep was probably one of the best you’ve ever had. You got to cry your heart out that night, yet you didn’t close your eyes with a heavy one. Rather, the opposite. And the room that initially felt like a burning reminder of the loneliness death promised, and the cold feeling of the life leaving your body, was no longer. It was replaced by the warmth of the rays reflecting onto the room through the windows, the warmth from the extra blanket hugging your body that was brought by Pietro, and of course, the warmth from Pietro himself. The human body is naturally warm, but thanks to his powers, he was warmer than most. Though it wasn’t simply the temperature he gifted your body. No, it was his presence that genuinely lit up the room. It was his presence that soothed your being and allowed you to rest like what happened two weeks ago didn’t occur. His presence refrained you from crying all night until the break of day, before you could realize you hadn’t gotten an ounce of sleep. He silenced your mind. The chaotic speedster that made quips, found ways to insert jokes in the moments you least expected, and always rushed off; leaving a little tornado of his own when he left the room, had stilled your thoughts. Even if for a moment that night, it was a moment that was enough to stop the whirlpool in your mind. So how could you resist leaning further into his embrace after that. Sure, you did so when sleeping, but now that you were conscious, you couldn’t help doing it once more. You could only move so much without risking opening your wounds. Regardless, you still wanted to be near him and the security he brought.

You weren’t sure how the two of you ended up in this position. You didn’t doubt it was him that did this, since there was no way, you could move onto his lap without waking up. And you know you fell asleep beside him; you just weren’t sure why he moved you. It wasn’t like you minded it though, seeing as you snuggled up to him.

Sensing you scooch closer and hearing the birds sing their song outside caused a deep inhale and mumble to leave his lips. You couldn’t quite make out what he said, however you suspect it was something in Sokovian. He groggily spoke as he covered his eyes with one hand to block the blaring sun. Stretching his back slightly, he fastened his grip on you to make sure you were kept stable.

“Mm good morning drahý.”

“Good morning”

Exhaling, his shoulders slumped once more after stretching. He rested his chin on the top of your head, seeing as you remained leaning against him. You glanced up, though you couldn’t see him very well like this and neither could he.

“Thank you by the way.”

“For what?” You felt him tilt his head to side as his chin moved on your head.

“For being there. Not just last night but today too. You didn’t have to sleepover y’know? Not that I have an issue with it, I just meant if you wanted to return you could’ve, I mean I wouldn't-” He chuckled at your rambling before cutting you off.

“Slow down, if not, you’re going to leave yourself breathless. And just so you know, I wanted to stay. Plus, I couldn’t wake the sleeping beauty, could I?” he teased, and you could sense he was probably starting to smirk too.

“Your sister really was right about this issue of yours.”

“Issue?” He lightly scoffed, but he backed up a bit for you to see the grin painting his face that told you he wasn’t actually offended.

“Yeah, you flirt non-stop.” You slightly poked fun at him.

“Some would call it charm.” He shrugged a bit.

“Charm at-” you turn your head to look at the time displayed on the tv screen, “8 o’clock in the morning?”

“Oh? I didn’t know charm had a starting time.”

“I didn’t know one could wake up ready to charm others.”

“So, you’re charmed then?” He said suavely with a sly grin taking over.

“I never said that.”

“No, but you did hint to it.” You snorted in amusement.

“Pietro, there's no way you're doing mind games at this hour.”

“That wasn’t a no.” He playfully remarked.

“No.”

“Oh, how you crush my soul, miláček! But just know, you will get charmed next time.”

“Next time?” You smiled while raising your brow in a questioning manner.

“They told you that you’d be here for a week, no?”

“Yeah.”

“So, then I will come here in that week.”

“Thats kind of you, but if you’re busy, you don’t have to.” You hesitated for a moment before continuing. “If you feel guilty about what happened back there, I don’t want you to feel pressured to visit. I’m not saying that's what you’re doing, and either way I’m thankful for all you have done. Genuinely, I mean yesterday meant everything to me, but I don’t want you to feel required to be here. I’m sure you and Wanda have a lot of adjusting to do to this place and must be dealing with the aftermath of Ultron still. I don’t want to get in the way of any of that.”

He stayed silent; however, you didn’t miss the way his eyes softened. “I feel guilty, yes. That is not why I’m here though.” He pauses and glances at the floor to find his words, wanting to get them right, before looking back at you. “I’ve been here for two weeks and you’re right I’m still adjusting on all aspects. Including friendships. And the others are adjusting to me and Wanda. They’ve been friendly, most are. Though some are still on alert. I see it in their eyes and the way they stiffen around us. I understand that they must have their guard up, but it sucks to know others are waiting for you to turn around and betray them.” His eyes became distant as he stared at the blanket, debating if he should share this part of him with you. He decided to go for it since you shared a part of yourself yesterday; whether you meant to or not. While you didn’t say what had gotten you upset, you were still willing to wear your heart out on your sleeves around him.

“And it's hard to not feel the same way about them when the only reason we joined Hydra was to protect our country.” He swallowed, and his jaw hardened as he resisted the tears threatening to escape. “I was 10 when my country was bombed. Shredded to bits and pieces by the weapons made from Stark industries. The war affected everybody, including my family. We were having dinner when one missile made its way to the building we lived in. It impacted the first two floors. Our parents went to see the damage while me and Wanda hid under the bed. A second missile is sent a few feet away from us. But it never went off. For two days it stayed there mocking us as me and Wanda laid under the rubble it caused, thinking any second would be our last if we had even moved an inch. Once we did get out, we found our parents didn’t even make it. It was only me and Wanda who could look after each other. Orphans in a war-torn country.” He huffed. “It felt like it was written in stone that we would fail. Not just us, but our neighbors and friends and strangers we saw on the street that had all lost something or someone. We were only teens when we got offered a chance to join Hydra. Testing in exchange for freeing our home from war. Told we could seek revenge on the backhand we were slapped with. But, as you know, that was not the case.” He stopped to look back at you, seeing the tender gleam in your eyes as you tried to stall the tears threatening to slip. He forced his head to turn the other way to fight off the tightening feeling in his chest and the glossiness in his eyes.

“Dealing with the loss of my homeland, after having lost so much already, and then somehow trying to make friends with the people I’ve despised.......it isn’t easy y’know?” He laughed, though it was more of a somber laugh than a humorous one. The continuous, but subtle movements of his fingers being further indication. “It's a constant reminder of all that led up to this. And everybody is either on the edge of their seat, waiting for us to slip up, or is too busy with their own work and personal life. For the past two weeks, the only one who doesn’t feel like a rival to me anymore is Clint. His body language is relaxed around me, and he keeps up with me. And then you woke. You weren’t on guard when you spoke to me and my sister. I don’t know if it was the meds or what,” a smile finally graces his lips as he chuckles, “but it was like you forgot we used to be on different teams. What I do know is you were willing to give your life, not just for me, but for others too. For a boy you didn’t know, your comrade, and a guy who used to be an enemy of yours. You did it without a second thought.” He turned to face you once more. “Y’know that’s batshit crazy but commendable.” You joined him in his laughter this time, to which the laughter turned into smiles of sincerity. “And if there is anyone on this team, I could choose to get to know better and be friends with, why wouldn’t it be you, kapička?” His words softened at the end while his delicate smile remained on his face. “You didn’t know my story; all you knew was that we were teammates now and that was enough for you to treat me like one. And if that’s all it took for you to think of me as one of your own, then I don’t want to miss out on that. So no, you’re not getting in the way of things.”

You stared at him in silence, all misty eyed and speechless. You hadn’t expected for him to share that part of himself. Neither did you think that his past would be as jarring as it was for him and Wanda. You hadn’t expected anything in particular, as you never searched it up. You did know they were advocates for their country from what Fury told you, but would’ve never guessed their reasoning was this fueled.

“My door will always be open for when you want to join me then. Plus, I really need some people on this team around my age, and I do hope you stay a part of our group. Not simply cause of age of course, but because you haven’t ever given me a reason not to think so. If anything, you’ve only been showing me signs that you should be here.”

“I think I will. As long as I have you, Clint, and Wanda, I can manage. And you will definitely see me here during the week.”

“I better.” You chuckled a bit. Though, your smile dwindled when you recalled all that he told you. “And I’m really sorry about your childhood by the way. Or, well your whole up bringing. I had no idea you went through all of that. I can’t imagine what it was like. You and Wanda lost so much and tried to save your home from war, to only lose it all.” Your eyes veered off towards your lap before glancing back at him. “I totally get it if you have a hard time trusting or getting along with us for all the things you and your country have gone through. I didn’t even know it was Tony’s weapons that caused all this harm to your home. I don’t even know if he knows.” You rubbed your face while shaking your face and sighed. “God, I really am sorry for all that you guys have had to deal with. You know if you two need help with anything, I’ll offer as much as I can. I’m confined to my bed for now, as you know, but I’ll be able to help more once I’m not. I know it can’t undo or bring back anything or anyone, and I know it won’t ever be enough to atone for the shit we caused, yet I’d rather do something than to let the aftermath figure itself out.”

“Me and Wanda would appreciate that. It’s true things can’t be undone, however any help now that can be offered to my community would mean a lot for us.” You nodded solemnly.

“We’ll do as much as we can then.” You stayed silent for a moment as you processed. “I’m still not sure what to say.” You accidentally let the thought out.

“That’s fine. It was a lot for me and Wanda when we realized we won’t be able to see it anymore. Sometimes we just go quiet and we know what the other is thinking about when that happens. So, if you want to do that, we can. But, um, just to clarify you will be my friend, right?” He wore a gentle, and somewhat abashed smile before taking out a friendship bracelet out of his pocket with a wave charm dangling from it. You couldn’t help the upturn of your lips upon seeing the endearing act.

“Pietro that’s really sweet.” You coo’d.

“I know.” You rolled your eyes at his cockiness but couldn’t drop your smile. “So, are you or are you not? I will hold onto it if you aren’t.” He teased while the edge of his lip quirked up.

“I will, I will.” You laughed at his antics and held your hand to retrieve it. “Aw, but I don’t have one for you.”

“I’ll bring the supplies tomorrow then.” You nodded your head excitedly at the idea.

“You should! I might make a few bracelets then, so we can fill the time. Speaking of, when did you even find time to make this?”

“Just a minute ago. I had to figure out how to lighten things up so.” He shrugged and you snorted softly while also shaking your head, but grinned at his response.

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Following chapters:

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

A/N: Hoping y’all liked this! This was quite lengthy, so hopefully y’all enjoy that. Also I did try to hint that Pietro is claustrophobic; hates small spaces or places too crowded cause they’ll make him feel suffocated (due to what happened when he was ten), and that is why I included that part in chapter one of everyone joining reader’s room, causing him to leave. (Praying y’all caught that)👹 And if you guys have any critiques about the pacing or anything else, please tell me, it’ll be much appreciated 😽

₊˚.༄ My Little Droplet ₊˚.༄

Pietro Maximoff  x  Reader (GN) | SFW 

Chapter 2 

Summary: After all the checkups from your colleagues, you’re left with your own thoughts. Including dealing with your close encounter with death. Luckily someone comes back to your room to help you fill that emptiness. 

Warnings: hurt/comfort, mentions of death, anxiety attack 

Word Count: 998 

Czech Translations:  

Kapička- Droplet 

Song suggestions: To Be Alone- Rodrigo Amarante, Rearrange My World- Daniel Ceasar, Did You Love Somebody- Peach Pit 😽 

Previous Chapter:

Chapter 1

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After two hours of what felt like interrogations mixed with regular banter from your coworkers and friends, you let out an exhale. Now that you’re sitting up properly, you took in the room. Dim and empty. Part of you was glad to finally get some quiet. Not having much time for yourself since waking meant you didn’t get time to think. Let alone process what you went through. And now you can. Your brows furrowed. The contentment in your eyes left. The fluorescent lights casting down onto the room made it feel cold suddenly. Soulless. Dead.  

Dead. Death. 

I almost met death. No. 

I wasn’t even on her doorstep.  I was standing in her doorway. 

I died for a moment. 

A moment that could’ve sealed everything, if it weren’t for Tony and Bruce’s quick thinking, and Thor’s voltages. 

I wouldn’t even have the chance to say a proper goodbye if I passed.  

As your thoughts carried on and flashes of that day replayed in your mind, your heart rate began to rise; the monitor’s beeps only stressed you out more as it further confirmed you were starting to panic. A lump was forming in your throat, and your face was getting warm. You held your face in your hands while taking steady breaths to try and delay the inevitable. God, you wished they would come back. At least then you wouldn’t have to focus on your death. The only thing to give you some sense of comfort was all the gifts they brought, evidence that they had been here. Evidence that you are loved.  

Would it look like this if I had a funeral? Would my tombstone be filled with flowers? Who would go? Who would’ve told my friends and family?  

You looked down at your lap as you held your head in your hands again, trying to stop your thoughts while your eyes began to water. The realization that you wouldn’t even know you had passed, and images of the different expressions your loved ones would carry played over and over again in your mind like a film that had no start or end. You didn’t even notice the drops trickling down your hands and arms, that is until you heard your name. You looked up quickly as you heaved with tears cascading down your cheeks. Pietro.   

“What's wrong?”  

You saw how he looked at you. Even with your tears blurring your eyesight, you could still see his eyes full of worry and hands on the hospital bed’s side rails; debating if he should hold you. If that was what you wanted. 

“Hey hey, it’s going to be okay. You’re safe” he said in a soothing voice, rubbing your back in slow circular motions. You struggled to breathe due to your choked up sobs, failing to form words.  

“Do you want a hug?” 

You couldn’t find your voice as the sobs continued, so you settled for a nod. He delicately wrapped his arms around you, meticulously avoiding your injuries. His hug was as firm as it can be for someone whose majority of their upper body was in discomfort. He sat on the edge of your bed and rested his chin over your head. You leaned forward to cry into his chest, tilting your head at an angle so that you could still breathe. He slowly glided his hand over the top of your head to the back of it as he spoke. 

“Let it out, Kapička. I’ll be here until you don’t want me to be, okay?” He murmured, stopping his hand on your hair, simply holding the back of your head. He reverted to rubbing circles on your back. It stayed like that until your sobs started to die down somewhat. Your eyes weren’t fully dry but glazed over while you were recovering.  

He backed up a smidge to see you better, holding you in his arms still. “There you are hm” he whispered as he smiled faintly. His thumb tenderly grazed your cheeks, discarding your tears while you sniffled. He held your jaw and cheek with one hand, holding your face like it was made of glass. One wrong move enough to cause a shatter.  

“Do you want to talk about what made you cry?”

You shook your head, averting your eyes while gulping down a sob. “How about we watch your favorite movie or show then? I can get some snacks and some blankets for us too.” He brought his hands down to yours, mindlessly rubbing the back of your hands with his thumbs. “Please.” you meekly let out; the sobs doing more to your vocal cords than initially thought. 

 A gust of wind later and he came back. The snacks were all assorted on the over-bed table, blankets covered you and him while he sat beside you with a box of tissues over the blankets. He handed you the tv remote and let you choose while keeping his hand tangled with yours. You wiped your face with tissues and picked something out. The two of you ate, made comments about the lack of logic in some scenes; laughing and giggling while lightly shoving each other.  

You don’t know which scene you fell asleep to, but all you knew was that you did. Your head on his shoulder and his arm around yours, securing you to his side. He eventually placed you onto his lap; not wanting you to have a stiff neck the morning after. Being as careful as he can to not wake you, as well as to not hurt you, he kept you snug against his chest. He readjusted the blankets, so that they fully covered you and wrapped you in his warm embrace. Tucking your head under his chin, he whispered, “Goodnight kapička” before falling asleep with you.  

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Following Chapters:

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

A/N: Hope y’all liked it! Any thoughts would be appreciated🫶

₊˚.༄ My Little Droplet ₊˚.༄

Pietro Maximoff x Reader (GN) | SFW

Chapter 1

Summary: You woke from your two-week coma after fighting Ultron and his robots. Because you sacrificed yourself for three people, one of them being Pietro, you’re met with the twins as they keep you company in the compound’s medical area. Faced with their care for you, their bickering, and Pietro’s flirting, you watch in amusement while you recover.

Warnings: Mentions of possible death, violence (AOU type of violence)

Word Count: 1,571

Czech Translations:

Miláček - Sweetheart/darling

Kapička- Droplet

Extra: This is meant to be a series, so not much happens currently cause the twins and reader are practically strangers + you’re still drowsy-ish :P BUT, there is flirting from Pietro’s behalf 😝If I’m patient enough, hopefully this goes as strangers -> best friends -> lovers. Also, listen to Fiona Apple’s cover of Across the Universe with this if you’d like

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Your eyes adjusted as your lashes fluttered. Being that you were disoriented, it took you a couple of blinks to realize it was night. The only light source in the room came from a screen monitor on your right that read your heart rate. You rubbed your eyes to clear your vision a bit better before hearing two voices on your left. “You’re awake.” the Sokovian twins said in slight surprise and amusement. Funny enough, they didn’t just say it in unison, but they both leaned forward in your direction to get a clearer view of you, even though Wanda was sitting on a chair near your bedside, and Pietro stood next to her. You weren’t sure whether to be a bit creeped out or to chuckle at the twin’s timing.  

Still gathering your belongings, you simply nodded and were about to sit up, until you felt a pair of hands on your shoulder, gingerly, but firmly keeping you laid down. “Already trying to fracture your bones again?” Pietro lightly joked as he took a step back. You furrowed your brows together and vaguely tilted your head to the side. Just how terrible are my injuries? I’m in the compound’s med wing that’s for sure, but why? Wasn’t I just in- 

And that’s when your memories start to resurface. The twins, fighting in Sokovia, Clint holding a boy in his arms while Pietro runs over to save them from Ultron’s robots. A scream from across the battlefield is soon heard. Wanda’s scream. And he froze. Caught between saving Clint and an innocent boy or his sister. The only person left close to him. Everyone knew what the answer was, but in his millisecond of deciding and fear of his last of kin dying, bullets began to launch towards him. He didn’t even notice you heading towards him. You immediately teleported to him, catching the first few bullets with your body as you conjured up a water barrier to stop, or at least to slow the rest of the bullets. Yet, you underestimated just how many would be sent before you could put up a shield. You held up the barrier nonetheless, using the last of your energy until the bullets stopped before collapsing onto the floor. 

You blinked once more, somewhat wide eyed after remembering it all before returning your head to it’s upright position. “Is everyone safe?” your hoarse voice laced with concern. You tried to clear your throat, realizing just how dry it was. How long have I even been out for? 

Wanda handed you a cup of water with a straw and you murmured a quiet thank you. It was all you could muster up before trying to sit up, completely forgetting, and not knowing the full extent of your injuries. Pietro luckily was swift to keep you in place once more. “Miláček, you really need to be careful.” he said in a cautious tone; although, a light smirk still graced his lips. “Here.” he muttered. He grabbed the cup from your grasp and delicately held your chin up with three of his fingers as he tilted your head up enough to sip from the straw. You felt your face get a bit warm at the feeling of being coddled like this. It certainly wasn’t your first time, given that you’ve been in predicaments like this where you’d come back from a mission and end up injured to the point of needing one of your teammates to assist you. Still, it was rare. Which is partially what made you embarrassed by this gesture. But you also had eyes and could see that the guy was conventionally attractive with an accent that made most swoon. Add all that to this, and you would’ve felt your knees give in, if it weren’t for the cot that you were laying on. You got snapped out of your thoughts though when he spoke again.  

“Hm, better? And yes, everyone is safe for the most part. Well, some people were injured but not to this extent.” He gestured with his head towards you and your condition.  

You nodded as you took that answer in, relieved that the rest were doing better. “And Ultron?” you asked quietly as your voice was still recovering.  

“Defeated. And he took Sokovia with him” Wanda chimed in with a solemn look that plagued both their faces. She shifted her gaze to her lap as she fiddled with her hands. A flash of blue and silver appeared once more as Pietro stood by her side again and squeezed her shoulder. He would’ve hugged her, but he knew she was trying to refrain from crying. And he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t either. A hug guaranteed the floodgates would open, so a hand on the shoulder would have to do for now. 

“Yes, but at least everyone made it out alive.” he sighed quietly, his stare mimicking Wanda’s as it moved on from Wanda to the floor. You couldn’t tell if he was trying to lighten the mood for his sister or perhaps, for himself. Regardless, he briskly changed the conversation before you could give it more thought and before he could dwell on the loss of his homeland any further.  

“How are you feeling? Y’know they gave you a bunch of painkillers. Enough to sedate a horse.” He huffed in amusement through his nose as a small smile made its way onto his lips. “But I imagine the pain lingers?” he asked with a subtle tilt of his head.  

“I haven’t really focused on it, but I guess I’m alright. I mean I haven’t moved much. I do feel pain if I stretch. Mainly in my back, ribs, and waist.” you noted with a rasp to your voice. You began to gently rub your throat. “Actually, can I get more water please? Sorry I just didn’t realize how thirsty I was.” You smiled apologetically at them before getting help from Pietro again. “Are you or did you just want me close to you again?” he teased in a low voice, quirking a brow with a sly smile gracing his lips. Though it quickly fell as Wanda smacked his arm that wasn’t occupied, while you somewhat choked on the water due to his response. He sucked air through his teeth as his brows furrowed while feigning a glare. “Idiot! They’re here injured after sacrificing themselves and you still find time to flirt!” That is all you heard from her until she began to speak in Sokovian; grabbing the bridge of her nose as she closed her eyes and shook her head. You raised your brows while watching the two argue in their native tongue. With the bickering continuing, you realized this may take a minute and tried to lean your head forward to get a sip of the water, being that Pietro was sorta facing away with the cup farther away from you. Your neck was fully stretched forward at this point before the door opened and the twins stopped bickering as you all looked to see who entered.  

Clint walked in with his brows furrowed upward in a confused manner, peering at the scene in front of him. He could’ve sworn he heard arguing that was most definitely from the twins.

He quickly digested what was happening. Trying to fight off a snort with humor in his eyes, he gently said, “You’re up,” and made his way to you with relief washing his features. Stopping beside Pietro, he typed on his phone rapidly and stored it in his pocket.

“Ever so smart eh.” Pietro joked while looking towards Clint’s direction.

“As if you didn’t say the same thing.” The words slipped from your mouth faster than you could stop yourself, and faster than Wanda could say it.  

He looked back at you in amusement, not expecting a quip. Playfully pouting, he responded with, “Aw, kapička, I thought you were on my side.”  

“Taking multiple bullets wasn’t enough?” you jested. 

“I’ll find a way to make it up to you-” he murmured smoothly with a toothy grin to accompany it. Planting his hand on your cot and resting his weight on that one arm as he leaned to the side slightly, hand on his hip, until Clint cut in. 

“Jesus get a room.” Clint feigned a face of disgust with his nose scrunching up.

“Is this not their room?” Pietro retorted. 

“Temporary.” you added.  

“And with guests.” Wanda joined in while raising a brow and folding her arms in judgement of her brother.

“Or you and Clint could always leave.” Pietro said in a light-hearted manner and shrugged.

“Yeah, about that-” Clint was cut off before he could finish, as the rest of your teammates, both avengers and agents, filed in with stuffed animals, cards, and balloons, trying to keep a hushed voice despite being glad you were conscious.  

“Oh wow” you muttered with wide eyes, seeing them crammed in like a pack of sardines.  

They all practically touched shoulders and you could tell Pietro and Wanda were getting uncomfortable with the stuffiness of the room. Pietro tensed and Wanda glanced at him then returned her gaze back to you. 

“We should go, but we’ll see you later. Rest easy please.” she said gently before her brother nodded. “And don’t try to break anymore ribs” he murmured with a small smirk before a blur of blue and white filled the area they used to stand in.

Although, you didn’t miss the blue envelope that lightly plopped onto your bedside table at the same time that everyone was bombarding you with questions.

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Following Chapters:

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

A/N: any suggestions, critiques, or thoughts would be much appreciated, thank you for reading! 🫶

His Sweet Girl - Tony Stark

Summary ➣ Nestled between Tony's legs, and all you wanted was to just feel him. Pairing ➣ Tony Stark x Reader Word Count ➣ 724 words Warnings ➣ 18+ / Blindfolds / Daddy Kink / Oral Sex Author's Notes ➣ A short drabble written for my friend @mrshottiefinder on Instagram, written in an barely hour and not proofread. Comments + reblogs are highly appreciated to support more of my sleep-deprived ramblings, enjoy <3

You were snugly nestled between Tony’s legs, the warmth of his body enveloping you. The plush carpet beneath your knees cushioned your weight as you leaned onto him. His deft fingers traced patterns through your hair, smooth and comforting. You closed your eyes and let out a content sigh, feeling completely at ease in his embrace.

The space between you and him feels simultaneously intimate and vast. His body radiates heat, and you can feel every inch of it as he stands so close to you. Your longing to feel his skin against yours is palpable, hindered only by the thin barrier of his dress-pants. The scent of Tony’s cologne filled your nose, a blend of musk and spice that was just uniquely him.

Tony was still dressed in his alpine suit. His tie, neatly fastened in a knot around his neck. The contrast of his crisp, tailored appearance against your barely-there attire was always a turn-on for you. You kneeled before him in nothing but a skimpy black dress, which left almost nothing to the imagination and his favourite pair of heels, feeling both exposed and empowered by his gaze.

The warmth of his touch radiated through your entire body, causing you to melt into his fingers even more. Every breath he took seemed to fill the room with an intoxicating scent that made your head spin. 

"Such a good girl," Tony cooed in a deep, seductive tone as he continued to play with your hair, he’d always enjoyed toying with it, he did pay for it anyways.

“How about you play with daddy for a bit, hm? I know you want to." Behind his soft, coordinated actions, you could sense the desperation in his voice as he longed to feel you around him too. 

With deliberate slowness, you ran your tongue along the zipper of his dress-pants, your tongue traced a slow, teasing path. Tony’s low groan was followed by a tightening grip on your hair, but you didn't stop. 

You wanted to see how far you could push him. You teased at his fly, feeling the zipper with your teeth and tasting the metallic tang in your mouth. But you didn't mind the bitter taste; all you craved was to taste him.

Slowly, you used your teeth to unfasten his fly, all the while keeping your eyes glued onto his. It was a wordless game of seduction, fuelled by the intensity in his dark gaze meeting yours.

With haste, his boxers were pulled down, a harsh contrast to your tender, tentative touch earlier. But you couldn't wait any longer; eagerly taking his half-hard cock in your adrenaline-fueled, trembling hands and giving it a few full strokes.

"Fuck, play with it, baby," Tony groaned as he relaxed into your touch, his legs no longer as constricting as they were before. You heard rustling as Tony fiddled to get his tie off, bringing it to your eyes and tying it behind your head, leaving you in near-darkness, completely at his mercy.

You felt his hands pulling at your hair once again as he guided your eager mouth towards his cock. Almost salivating as you took him into your mouth, the scent of his cologne mingled with the musk of sweat and sex, as well as the salty taste of his pre-cum. You gagged as you took him in with one swift motion, making obscene noises that undoubtedly turned him on as he let out a blissful sigh. 

"Your mouth feels amazing wrapped around my cock," he moaned, one hand gripping your hair in a loose ponytail and the other around your neck, it wasn’t that constricting, but god it was sexy as fuck.

As Tony thrusted into your throat, your lipstick smudged around your cheek and the flushed skin of his cock. His movements started slow and cautious as he whispered gentle praises and encouragements, but soon they became frantic and desperate, a clear sign of his impending orgasm.

"Oh god—shit! 'm gonna cum for you, baby!" Tony moaned as he shoved himself deep into the back of your throat. Tears were now streaming freely down your face, mixing in with your once-pristine makeup, staining his expensive tie; but you didn't care anymore. You moaned as you felt his warm cum running down your throat, only intensifying the pleasure for you.

As Tony withdrew, your body was immediately scooped up, your chest pressed onto his firm, muscular torso, the soft pulse of his reactor warming your body as his hands returning to stroke your hair. The tie was discarded without a second thought, finding its place on the floor. His soft, loving gaze meeting yours.  

"My sweet girl," Tony smirked, his lips claiming yours.

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