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"Say hi to your friends for me." "Say hi to my friends for me, peanut."
IM SOBBING WADE IS SACRIFICING HIMSELF FOR HIS LOVED ONES TO LIVE AND LOGAN IS SACRIFICING HIMSELF BECAUSE HE FINALLY FOUND A LOVED ONE TO LIVE FOR
sorry to say this but… wade and logan are just two sides of the same traumatised, dented, self loathing coin
get yourself someone who looks at you the way logan looks at wade
who is going to be the deadpool to my wolverine this halloween
— "𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑢𝑠, 𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑒, 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑜𝑦, 𝑝ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑖𝑠𝑡." ⭐️
Character: Tony Stark (Iron Man)
Fandom: Marvel (MCU)
Reference used made by: Hallpen on DeviantArt
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Let’s establish something. James Potter is a Marvel nerd. NOT a fan of DC.
Just saw the finale episode of Daredevil: Born Again so I thought I'ld share my thoughts on the whole first season.
Spoilers by the way.
First of all the Charlie Cox and Vincent D'Onofrio were fantastic as Matt Murdock and Wilson Fisk, two of the best performances in the entire MCU in my opinion. Everyone loves Matt (for good reason) but Fisk has always been my favourite. He is one of my favourite MCU villains and the writing for him is always great.
The scenes with Frank are great. In particular the scene between him and Matt in episode 4 is one of the best scenes in the whole show.
I liked the stuff with White Tiger. R.I.P. Kamar de los Reyes, you did a great job.
I liked Muse, he was good villain. Kinda reminds me of the serial killers in the Hannibal tv show (that's a compliment btw that show is great). I wished he wasn't killed off after two episodes, would've liked to see more of him.
I liked the Pointdexter scenes. Everytime he appeared I was thinking 'oh fuck' especially during and after his breakout in episode 8. Also the use of blue and red lighting in episode 8 is so good.
I liked Vanessa. She felt more like her own character and had more to do compared to the original Daredevil show (granted I last watched Daredevil about 3 months ago so maybe I'm misremembering)
Didn't expect Tony Dalton to show up in this but I'm glad he did. He was great in the Hawkeye show and he's great in this. Hopefully he'll reappear in season 2.
Buck was alright, though I do wish we had James Wesley instead. This is not a fault of Born Again, I just wished they didn't kill him off in Daredevil season 1. I liked Daniel, he had some good scenes. I liked BB as well. Didn't really care for any of the other new characters though tbh.
The bank episode was fun, I liked seeing Yusaf Khan. I want to see Matt have dinner with the Khans now. Also Matt whistling while walking into the bank during an armed robbery is so fucking funny.
The fight scenes and choreography was great. When Fisk killed the commissioner I audibly said "Holy shit! What the fuck?!". It's so brutal and gory, I kinda love it.
It was sad that they killed Foggy but thankfully it didn't feel like an unnecessary kill. Everything surrounding Matt and everything he does in some way has to do with his death.
Anyway I really really liked this. It is my favourite Disney+ Marvel show (though Loki is a close second) and I cannot wait for season 2.
My favourite thing is when people include Loki in 'Women of marvel' edits
Not taking any credit
Best interview ever
marvel will have to pay for my therapy bills after s1 e10 of daredevil like im pretty much bawling my eyes out here
finally started daredevil and i've only watched 5 episodes so far but im so in love with matt murdock it's insane
when your card declines at therapy so they bring out episode 5 of moon knight
Timeless
The timeless love that Bucky had
I found it in a dusty shoe box today.
The photograph.
Folded corners, a little torn on the edges, and yellowed with age. Still, the image was clear enough to see your grin. boyish and crooked, the same one that made my heart skip in 1941.
He was standing in front of the corner diner in Brooklyn, arm slung around me, your military uniform still crisp from training. my dress was too long, my hair and soft curls. You say I looked like the dames in the movies, though I never believed you.
I sat on the floor of our apartment- our apartment, the one SHIELD helped me find after they confirmed you were alive and time folded and on itself. Because just like that, I was 19 again. Just like that, I could smell the leather of your bomber jacket and hear the way you'd say my name, like a prayer and a promise all wrapped in one.
The war stole everything. You, Steve, entire lifetimes.
I cried the day they said you'd fallen off the train. Not the soft, cinematic tears they show in films, but the ugly, just even kind - the kind where grief grabs you by the throat and doesn't let go. For decades, you were a ghost I couldn't touch. A heartbeat I thought I imagined. The man I loved turned myth.
But now you're back.
Not the same, not entirely. There are cracks in you, deep ones, and shadows behind your eyes that weren't there before. Sometimes you flinch when I touch you. Sometimes you look at me like you are remembering, and other times like you wish you could forget.
But then there are the other times.
Like when we walk through Central Park and you still reach for my hand, like instinct. Or when you find old swing records and the antique shops and your face softens- because you know that's our music. The Andrews sisters, Ella Fitzgerald, Glenn miller. You dance with me in the kitchen sometimes, when the memories aren't too loud.
And in those moments, I know what we are.
We’re timeless.
We always were. from the second I locked eyes at the USO dance and you offered me a Coca-Cola with that charming little smart. from the letters you sent me, ink smudged and pages worn, telling me you'd be home soon. From the nights I kept the porch light on, hoping.
Even now, with silver in your hair and the world completely changed, I look at you and I know. You're always meant to come back to me. Somehow, some way. Even when time tried to erase us.
And when we're old, if we're lucky enough to grow old, I hope someone finds that photo of us. I hope they ask about the girl with stars in her eyes and the soldier who came back from the dead. I hope they feel what I feel when I look at it:
That this love, the story, was always something out of time.
Something not of this world.
Something timeless.
Last Kiss
Bucky Barnes leaves for war from her perspective.
I still remember the way the air felt that night.
Heavy, like it knew. Like the sky itself was holding its breath.
You didn’t say it, not really. You didn’t need to. I knew you were leaving. I knew this was the last night. And I knew the second I saw you in that uniform, stiff, and crisp, and not you, that everything was about to change.
You tried to act like it was fine. Like we had time. You smiled that crooked smile, the one that always made me forget how to breathe. And I laughed. I laughed at your dumb jokes, because if I didn’t, I’d cry. And I wanted- God, I wanted to be strong for you.
We sat in our booth, like always. The waitress called you “soldier,” and you smiled at her, but I saw the flicker in your eyes, you were scared. I was too.
When we left, you walked me home even though it was out of your way. You always did that. I think you liked pretending we lived in the same world, like you could stay in it just a little longer.
We stood outside my building for a long time, neither of us saying anything. The city faded around us - cars, people, lights - they'll just.. disappeared. It's just you and me.
And then you kissed me.
Slow. Careful. Like you were memorizing me.
Like if you kissed me soft enough, maybe the war would forget your name.
That was the last kiss.
I didn't know what to say when you pulled away. I didn't want to cry, so I just nodded. I wanted to say "I love you,” but I didn't. I was afraid that if I did, you wouldn't leave - and part of me was selfish enough to want that. But the rest of me knew... you’d never forgive yourself if you didn’t go.
So I let you walk away.
You didn’t look back.
But I did.
I watched you turn the corner, and I whispered it then, “I love you.” Quiet. Just for me. Maybe the wind carried it to you. Maybe not.
You came back eventually after so many decades, but I’m no longer here.
After so many years, I would lay awake sometimes thinking about that night. About that night. About that kiss. About the boy who held my hand like it was a lifeline and kissed me like he was already gone.
I never kissed anyone the same after that.
But with me now gone, I wish you could with someone new.
Love Language - Steve Rogers
Words of Affirmation
Steve feels everything deeply and he’s not shy about expressing it.
He likes saying how much he loves you and how much you mean to him.
He comes from a time where letters and the spoken word mattered and he will always carry that with him and use it in his relationship with you.
Even though it’s old fashioned, he writes you love letters.
You adore his beautiful written letters and keep them in a box, looking through them often because his words are so beautiful.
He always writes little handwritten notes for you.
He will listen when you tell him something you learned and he will just stare in awe.
“I love how your mind works.”
If he does end up staying in bed with you until you wake, “You are my favorite part of my day.”
It doesn’t matter what you wear, he’s complimenting you.
Just wearing his oversized shirt, “You look amazing in my clothes.”
Wearing a tank top and jeans, “You are beautiful.”
In a fancy dress for one of Tony’s parties, “Wow. I -uh. Wow. You…you’re so gorgeous. I can’t believe how I got so lucky.”
He makes big proclamations of love.
“You are my person. Always have been. Always will.”
“You are the love of my life. I couldn’t imagine my life without you.”
At the end of the day, he is a big communicator and loves to tell you how you make him feel and wants to make you feel special because in his eyes, you are.
Thor Odinson x Latina Woman
He’s obsessed with wanting to learn about the culture.
He wants to hear all the legends and tales there is to know.
Dia de Muertos, he helps with the ofrenda and celebrates with you.
He learns of the Aztecs and is fascinated, “You, my queen, come from warriors.”
If you ever take him to a family party, he is built for those parties.
Loud music, kids running around, not even finishing his beer before he’s handed a new one? This is the best thing that could happen to him.
When he tries to speak in Spanish, he can’t roll his r’s and doesn’t like that you laugh.
He's very confident in his Spanish, even if it's not the best.
He always wants to practice his Spanish but you don't mind because he's trying.
He will try any food that is handed to him.
He loves the huge portions of food, “No one serves me this much.” “Well eat up because you’re probably getting a second or third plate too.” Literally so happy.
He thinks he can handle the salsa. He was wrong.
“By Odin’s beard, my tongue is in flames!”
“So, you are telling me, that you fill a cardboard box essentially, with treats, then beat the can out of it? That’s brilliant!”
Gets sad that you won’t let him use his hammer to beat the piñata.
“Must I use a stick when I possess my mighty hammer? It will be quicker to get the sweets.”
Loves the drama of telenovelas.
"Wait! She's pregnant with her husband's brother! I was not expecting that."
He's kinda scared when you're mad and yelling in Spanish.
You call him “Mi Cielo”
Jealousy - Tony Stark
Is Tony jealous? How would he react to others if they flirt with you?
Absolutely jealous. He’s not clingy or insecure, just territorial.
If someone flirts with you, he plays it cool at first but not subtle at all.
“Hi. Tony Stark. Just wondering what position you’re applying for. The boyfriend slot has already been filled.
“Thanks for keeping my girl company but I think I got it from here.
Translation: Get lost, loser.
If he by some miracle bites his tongue but continues to listen, he’s getting petty.
“Hey, can I offer free dating advice? Step one: aim for someone that’s single.”
“If she’s not responding with more than one word, it means she doesn’t want to talk to you.”
“Not that I was jealous, just asserting dominance.” “Okay, sure, babe.”
Casually glares at people that check you out in public.
You mention a neutral name, he’s questioning it.
“Wait, Taylor? Is that a guy or a girl?”
Don’t get me started if you openly say a celebrity is hot.
“Henry Cavill is sooo hot.”
“He’s a guy in tights and a cape. Sure he can fly, but can he build you a custom AI assistant that does whatever you want? Didn’t think so.”
“Babe, he can fly, shoot lasers from his eyes, super senses, has x-ray vision, super speed, and can freeze things from his breath.”
Two hours later, he’s in his lab trying to see what he has to do to add laser eyes to his Iron Man suit.
Love Language - Bucky Barnes
Acts of Service
He’s not good at saying what he’s feeling but he will show you with the little things.
He randomly fixes things around your house because he saw it was broken.
“It was bothering you, wasn’t it?”
He would get a head start on your morning routine for you, fixing her coffee, getting coat, and bag together.
“Here, I didn’t want you running all around in the morning.”
Does the chores that you forgot about the day before and doesn’t even mention it.
When he’s not on missions, he will always cook you breakfast, no matter what.
It doesn’t matter that he had no sleep from a mission he got back on, he will be in that kitchen flipping pancakes, scrambling eggs, making coffee, or whatever he makes.
He always makes sure your flower vase is full, always replacing them before they die.
If you fall asleep somewhere, he will pick you up and tuck you into bed.
When he goes on morning runs, he takes your dog with him.
He takes responsibility for taking care of your dog.
He's a gentleman to you.
He opens your doors, holds your bags, walks on the outside of the sidewalk.
Tony Stark x Latina Woman
His favorite food that you make is huevos con chorizo, never misses breakfast now.
“Do you have to put Tajin on everything?”
“What are these?” “Hot sauce.” “Do you need this many?” “Yes.”
He loves to watch you sing and dance to music in Spanish.
All he hears is Becky G, Bad Bunny, and Karol G.
When you are dancing he will come up behind you and loves for you to dance up against him.
He loves Mexican food, but hates the candy. (secretly likes the coconut Mexican flag one)
Asada tacos are his favorite with a side of rice.
He is in love with your dark, long, curly hair. It goes to your lower back and he will play with it all the time.
Learns Spanish quickly, but he doesn’t speak it unless he needs to.
She thinks he learned enough to understand her and to say simple sentences but that’s it.
It isn’t until he’s trying to buy her food at the taqueria that he speaks Spanish fluently with the guy taking the order that she realizes that he’s fluent, if not almost fluent.
"How did you learn Spanish so fast?" "Babe, I'm a genius, give me some credit."
He lowkey thinks you are hot when you start yelling in Spanish.
He gets comforted when you call him “mi amor” or “amor” like its name.
Bucky x Witch Practitioner
Learns that she’s a love witch and learns what that includes.
He doesn’t understand the things she needs sometimes.
“What is licorice root and why do you need it?”
“Why do you need my birth time again?”
“What’s that crystal next to my side of the bed?”
He notices that she takes her time with her makeup and hair because beauty magic is important to her.
Her whole home smells like roses.
She always has roses in her home.
She makes him custom herbal teas.
She makes him a sleep sachet to place under his pillow to help with his nightmares.
She hides little sigils on him or in his gear for protection and safety on missions.
After he comes back from missions, she will do bath rituals for him to relax.
He always gets her roses and pretty flowers for her “pink altar” (love altar).
He nieces that she spray Florida water in the sheets and blankets after waking up and then spray his side with lavender spray and hers with rose.
She tells him the lavender or chamomile will help with keeping him calm and help with sleep.
Crystals everywhere (especially rose quartz & clear quartz the most).
He thinks it’s really cute that you do spell work for him.
Steve Rogers x Witch Practitioner
He is super respectful of the belief system you go with.
He’s a curious boy and asks questions, and asks how he can be respectful of everything.
He collects little rocks for you on his morning runs.
Ask if he can put little knick knacks on any of the altars.
Saves any jars he uses. He even purposely buys the grocery stores that come in glass containers so he can wash them out and use them when he’s done.
He loves and consents to any magic you want to do on him.
He tries to remember what all your sigils mean.
“Honey, what does this symbol mean again?”
Her whole place smells like Florida Water.
She enchants his dog tags for protection.
He notices that she mutters things when she is making food or stirring his drink.
He cannot drink coffee unless she makes it, she enchants his coffee and it never tastes better and it gives him more energy.
Since he’s awake before the sun rises for his runs, he brings in her moon water before it gets ruined by the sun.
“Did you buy another herb plant?”
"Why is there is salt in the doorway?"
At the end of the day he doesn't mind what you do and he will even encourage you in your craft.
Steve Rogers x Latina Woman
Golden retriever boyfriend that’s happy to be included in things.
Asks you so many questions.
Food! It's his favorite thing that she does!
Loves your cooking and that you serve so much food at a time, even with his super soldier metabolism he gets stuffed and given a second plate.
Loves enchiladas. He always says “it has more flavor than anything I’ve ever had”
I swear all he wants is your food and your kisses.
He almost cried one day coming home from a horrible mission and seeing a table full of food.
Loves the food and watches you cook while asking what things are.
“Honey, what is this?” “What’s this spice?”
Genuinely confused that you make nopal. “You eat… cactus?”
Crying heavily but still eating, “Why is this so spicy?”
Actually believes the tower was under attack when you were cooking chilis
Gets scared when you start yelling in Spanish, literally looks like a kicked puppy.
You call him “lindo”.
He melts when you tell him, “Que lindo”
Love Language
Words of Affirmation - Tony Stark
He never really heard people in his personal life praise him, so when you started to do it, it he fell in love
It started when he was talking to you about what he’s done as Iron Man and you said, “You know, I’m proud of everything you have done. Not just the suit or Iron Man but all the things you have done, saving people, the amazing things you've created, the people you help, it's incredible.” He looked at you with his big brown eyes, looking like a puppy.
You just thought he was being cute and didn’t think much about it but you started to notice he was acting a little different whenever you would compliment or praise him.
You decided to test it out with little things.
“I love that new cologne that you got.”
“I’m impressed with what you were working on in the lab.”
When it gets deep, Tony doesn’t know if he wants to cry or kiss you then and there.
“You are so special to me, I hope you know that, honey.”
“I appreciate it when you understand me.”
“Have I told you how grateful I am to have you in my life and as my partner?”
Tony has never felt more loved in his life than when you say these things about him and when his life is on the line, thinking he is about to die, he hears a message you prepared for him, just in case.
“Tony, my love, my life, I’m so proud of you and of all you’ve done as a person, as Iron Man, as a friend, and as the love of my life. If this is it, if I’m never going to see you again, I just want to say, I’m here for you and I support whatever you have to do. I wish you don’t have to go, but I understand and I love you so much. But Tony, if you still can fight, if you can still do something, I need you to fight, honey. You are the most amazing person I have ever known. You, Anthony Edward Stark, are the light of my life, so I’m begging if you can, please fight. I’m so grateful to have known you, to have been in your life, and the last thing I want you to hear is, that I love you, Tony Stark.”
“I love our chaotic, beautiful, amazing life we have together.”
SPIDER-MAN FANFIC ON AO3
Hi! I'm a 15 year old ff written and this is my fic:
a mix of universe-616 and MCU spidey
a long fic, since the spider bite through a lot of years, like, I'll make it go through the 3 movies and more!!
a lot of platonic team red, vigilante Spidey and him being friends with everyone
anti iron dad and Tony stark as a whole
very focused on platonic relationships and humor
a lot of bonding with the AcaDec team
I'll also add Gwen Stacy, Mary Jane, Harry Osborn and the FF
it'll have slight Liz Allan x Peter Parker but it won't go anywhere
It WILL have Spideytorch!! But it won't happen until we go through the blip, where the FF will appear and we'll see some of them. Then when they win the war Spidey and torch will meet and it'll begin!
I'm very anti shield and you'll see a lot of that if I can
It won't have ANY smut. Sorry guys but I'm aroace and I'm sex repulsed :(
It will have a lot of Peter acts like a spider and vigilante things (so illegal stuff)
Btw any suggestions or ideas are welcome! If you want today know more about the ideas I have just ask!!! (I will put a spoiler alert bcs I'm shit at that) :D
Gen question from someone who only knows the mcu movies and has only read deadpool and moon knight comics:
Is avengers assemble worth watching??
I was planing on watching the dc animations and I remember avengers have one, kinda wanna watch it but I need assurance first.
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.
