You had a terrible day, it seemed like Stacy Evans was born to make your life miserable.
You had stacks of homework that had to be done before Monday, plus, the Stark Industries ball was tonight.
You were pulled from your thoughts by the song Back In Black playing loudly throughout the parking lot.
“OH MY GOD! TONY STARK IS AT OUR SCHOOL!”
Oh, but he would.
You groaned and walked up to the crowd. Just as you had feared, your father was giving his trademark flirty smile to the teenage girls gushing over him.
“That's disgusting.” You thought.
You took a deep breath and ran through the crowd, grabbing your dad's hand in the process, dragging him to the car.
“I cannot believe you just did that.” You complained. He just laughed, “You're going to be popular now.”
“That's the problem.” You mumbled too low for him to hear.
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-Avenger!Reader, fluff, all Avengers included
"Do you ever wonder why you're so beautiful?"
You grunt as you dodge yet another one of the monster’s attack, quickly rolling to your feet and sending a rush of fire its way. The monster keens in pain and takes a step back, it massive footstep shaking the ground.
"Loki! Shut up and help me!"
"I shall...in just a minute!"
You make yet another hard juke to the right, stopping just in time to avoid falling off the roof.
"Loki!" you demand as you briefly glance at him lying wistfully on the ground across the way.
"No, you simply don't understand. This is something that's been plaguing my mind for quite some time now."
"Loki I swear to God...!"
Loki sighs dramatically before swiftly rising to his feet and turning to face the violent beast. With the graceful swish of his hand, the creature is riddled with enormous icicles and it falls lifeless to the tattered Manhattan streets below.
"Oh, now where was
"I won." You smirked and closed the book. "What would I get as a reward?" You purred silently looking at him closely. He smiled and opened his arms.
"C'mere (Nickname)." You willingly cuddled up to him, burying your face in his chest. God he was warm and so comfortable. "Happy?"
"You have no idea." You hummed hugging him tightly. "God you're a wonderful bed Peter. I'm gonna keep you." He chuckled slightly as you groaned. "Don't you dare move! I just got com
A sweet, quick soft kiss on his forehead.
A stolen kiss on the lips, long and passionate.
Sometimes rough, tired kisses when both of you had had enough.
But nothing bitter. You both were adjusting to bitter things, no sense to have more hurt when you wouldn't need it.
Everyday both of you thought of her.
Everyday you called yourself out on dating your deceased best friend's boyfriend.
Everyday he told you it was alright. Told you that Gwen wouldn't be bitter.
You hoped so.
Because both of you needed the one thing life would never give back; Gwen. And you weren't sure if she would forgive you if she came back.
Once he came back hacking and coughing, bloody and broken. One in the morning, but you tended to him as she would have.
Sometimes he scooped you up in his arms and kissed you, and you kissed back as she would have.
"(Y/n)! Hurry up!" Peter yelled up the stairs.
"I'm not coming down! You go on with out me!" You yelled back.
He sighed, walking up the stairs while fixing his shirt. "Come on (Y/n). Its prom night."
Opening the door slightly, you looked at him. You had tear stained cheeks, swolen eyes, and slightly flushed face. "Peter, I don't want to go anymore."
"Why's that?" He asked, already knowing your answer.
"(Boyfriends name) ditched me at the last second. He was cheating on me the whole time." You told him, opening the door to hug him.
Peter sighed and gently wrapped his arms around your waist. He saw (B/F/N) with some other girl, but he didn't say anything. If he told her, she would wonder why he was there.
He couldn't bear to tell her he was Spiderman. At least not yet. "I'll go with you."
You looked up at him, noticing he covered up a bruises with some make-up. "What happened to you Peter?" You asked him, gently running your fingers over the largest
She stands in an aisle, searching for a specific item when she notices several other customers watching her, whispering. She ignores it for a while and focuses on obtaining the items that she was looking for and returning to Peter - who was most likely asleep in her car. When she appears at the till with her items she spots the woman at the cashier looking at her with the same glances that the coupe before had.
It was at that moment, as she caught hold of her reflection in the reflective glass behind the woman, that she remembered:
She had fallen down the stairs a few days ago and a few bruises and cuts painted her features.
"Here's a number that you can call, dear, if you ever need anyone to talk to. I