Peter Parker - Blog Posts
I tried so fucking hard to make a Peter Parker one...
Btw this is in my math book AND I'm making a Tony Stark one.
Peter: I don't have a dad...
Tony: What the fuck do I look like?
Steve in the background: Language!
Tony: Kid, why do you have bruises on your neck??
Peter, too embarrassed to say that he fell down the stairs: ummm... hickeys??
Tony: the fu- KEENER GET YOUR SORRY ASS HERE RIGHT NOW!!!
Peter: wtf???
“That man is playing Galaga! Thought we wouldn’t notice. But we did.”
game time!
every time you see this post you have to reblog with a different marvel quote (no repeats)
i’ll start: “i’m a god you dull creature!”
I’m still not okay
The fact that tom improvised THAT scene only makes me cry harder
Amazing Spider-Man #64 - "King of Pain" (2025)
written by Justina Ireland art by Gleb Menikov & Marcio Menyz
The Four Fives (2021)
written by Joe Quesada art by John Romita Jr.
I... Cannot stop
Have fun with it, Spidey!!
it being called "Parker fortune" for noir always kills me like leave his great depression broke ass alone 💔
Love of god give them a break
what if I decided to share my noir fanart.
i have friends who are on here I think I'd die if they found me actually but enjoy
2009 Spider-Noir side profile because I love drawing him and side profiles and I was going to prove a point and got distracted
'' flower shop of new feelings ,,
[ 06 : bad feeling ]
|| pairing : james "bucky" barnes x florist!reader
|| warning : nothing !... maybe
|| wc : 1.1k (real short , sorry gang )
Ever since Peter agreed to hide Bucky’s secret friend, again he still didn’t get why he was hiding you, but he was getting 20 bucks richer every week! He wasn’t going to complain. But, as said before, ever since he’d been sworn to secrecy, Bucky and him have been talking more.
Or, an alternative way of saying it, Peter’s been annoying Bucky a bunch.
“When’d you even meet them?” Again, asking about you.
“Clint’s birthday.”
“Really? I didn’t see ‘em”
“Got his birthday gift from them.”
“Ohhh, you’re the one who got Mr. Barton the flowers!” Peter snapped his fingers and had a wide grin tugging at his lips. “Wait, so.. You’ve known them for 3 months??”
Bucky bit back a small sigh as he grabbed a weight and started to do his usual work out routine as he hummed in response, a confirmation of sorts.
“Then why haven’t you introdu–”
“Peter.” He shot a small glare at the teenager, his eyebrow twitched for a moment. “If you wanna know more, you could just ask them.”
Peter huffed and picked up a weight as well, imitating whatever Bucky was doing. “Well, I want to, but every night they come home from work they look EXHAUSTED. I mean, you’d think running a flower shop’s not all too bad, but I mean you should really see them!”
“Okay, then ask them over text.”
“.. I don’t have their number, only Aunt May does.”
“Then ask your aunt.”
“But you’re right here!”
“And you live with your aunt, what’s your point?”
“Well-” Peter cut himself off before sighing. Fiddling around with the weight in his hand. “I mean, I don’t wanna ask Aunt May, she’ll tell them I asked then it’ll be awkward.”
“What if I tell them?”
“I know you won’t!”
“And why is that, exactly?” Bucky put down the weight and raised their eyebrow in confusion. As well as some curiosity. Bucky is like a lock, only one key can unlock his secrets, and that key is rusted, dusted and thrown away to the deepest dark of the ocean.
“‘cause then they’ll know you talk about them, and you have a crush on them.”
…
At that moment it was as if Bucky was frozen in ice again. He didn’t dare even take a breath. A crush? First of all, what are they? Kindergarteners, why call it a crush? Second of all.. NO. What?! He does not have a crush on you! That’s actual crazy talk. You’re just a friend, like- like Steve, but not like Steve.
“That’s false.” was all he could utter out before trudging over to the next things he used for his workouts.
“Whaaatt? But.. What??” Peter put the weight down and followed Bucky, as if he were his mama duck. Haha, Ducky-Bucky. “You hide them for 3 months, from what I hear from Mr. Wilson, you stay out longer than usual ‘cause of them a-and you pay me not to tell anyone about them.”
“Because I know how much everyone gossips, Peter. Now buzz off. I need t’get ready for a mission.”
“Awh, man.” Peter scratched the back of his neck and sighed dramatically as he started to walk away, like a kicked puppy. “You’re lucky Mr. Stark told me I had to do some extra assignment, or else I’d be here asking you all about [Name].”
“Yeah, yeah, get outta here, punk.” He muttered, almost as if saying it to no one. As much as he tolerated Peter more than some of the other Avengers, he still needed his me time. People were tiring, Especially these people.
–
It was as if time had barely passed yet stayed still at the same time. Bucky, Natasha, Sam and Wanda were on the Quinjet as of right now. Man, how he’d wish to God he was back home. Look, he respected everyone on the plane. Sam wasn’t someone Bucky’d go out of his way to hang out on a regular, but he likes him better than Tony. Natasha and Wanda, he saw the two as someone he could sort of relate to. Natasha being a part of Hydra and a trained assassin for them unwillingly, and Wanda was an experiment for Hydra.
Small comrodaries in trauma.
All things considered though, he’d be doing anything but being on this flight. All that the four would do was beat up some people, find intel on some enhanced people they’d gotten a tip about, and figure out if they’re a danger or not.
Thinking about that wasn’t what Bucky was preoccupied with though, no. His thumbs were occupied by texting you. Thankfully, the quinjet was big enough for him to text in his own corner of the aircraft.
florist : we can have a movie night, my place if you want! when you get back?
james : only if you want to.
florist : i’ll provide the snacks if you pick the movie <3
That stupid looking heart did wonders on his heart.
james : how about a comedy?
florist : my, my james! i didn’t think you’d want a comedy! with how stoic you act all the time LMAO
james : even i need a laugh sometimes.
The main reason was ‘cause he wanted to hear your laugh.
“Prepare for landing, gang!” Natasha yelled to the group. Oh, great, mission starting soon. Bucky stood up from the metal flooring of the quinjet and shot you one last text before powering his phone off:
james : mission time. i’ll text you when i’m back.
–
You stared at the text on your screen for what felt like ages. You didn’t know why, but that text made you feel.. Anxious. Worried, all the bad feelings. Sure, Bucky was a super soldier AND an Avenger.. But you knew of the dangers, of the threats. He’s still only human.
But, you pushed your emotions aside and texted back, even though you knew he wouldn’t get it back until after the mission.
florist : goodluck, james. <3
Okay. Before we start, yes.. You may have a small, itty bitty, miniscule, super insignificant crush on Bucky. I mean, who doesn’t? He’s tall, muscular, and a quiet giant. And he actually LISTENED to you. He liked to listen to your yaps, and when you think it doesn’t get better, IT DOES! Because he actually remembers the details.
Bucky’s sweet, patient and kind. Despite the rough edges, he’s a good person. Even if he didn’t think that.
A small sigh left your lips as you clicked your television on and started to drift asleep,letting your anxieties and worries melt away with the old British narrator guy talking about “the three toed sloths” on the tv. Your dreams consisted of darkness, flowers, and warmth.
You were calm in your voided dreams, unaware of what the hell was going on with James.
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'' flower shop of new feelings ,,
[ 05 : run ]
|| pairing : james "bucky" barnes x florist!reader
|| warning : nothing ! jealous bucky makes a brief entrance 🔥
|| wc : 2.1k
|| btw, if any of ya'll wanna be apart of the taglist, js comment :3 or dm idc <3
The Avengers Tower’s atmosphere was awkward. Like, a weird tense awkwardness. Clint, Wanda, Sam and Bruce got back from their mission which.. Did not go according to plan, and were already bummed out with that, despite there being a backup plan. Tony had a fight with Pepper, yet again, which let’s be real, no one’s surprised about. And last but certainly not least, Peter had seen Bucky leave your apartment the previous night.
I would love to say that Bucky did a graceful job at covering for himself and explaining it.. But that’d be a lie. The second Peter uttered the words “Mr. Barnes?” Bucky ignored him and sped walk outta there. But being an Avenger, and having Peter practically live in the Tower made it virtually impossible NOT to run into him at least once.
“It’s not that big a deal, James, I promise.” You said, your phone pressed against your ear and shoulder. Currently, you were out checking on your shop and running a few errands. That’s when Bucky called and told you the whole ordeal after you shut the door. “I really don’t see how it’s such a big deal. Just explain to Peter that we’re friends.”
But I don’t want to. He thought, I want you as my secret. As strange as it is, you were one of the only things he felt he had that wasn’t poisoned by Hydra or the Avengers. He loved the Avengers (.. sorta) but he needed to have something that was his.
“Yeah, okay. Okay. Just- the team can be.. Unbearable with gossip.” He groaned and ran a hand through his hair. “Sorry for calling you ‘bout this”
“Hey, no, I get that. You don’t gotta explain why you freaked out about Peter,” Your voice was full of understanding. Oh, god, Bucky absolutely loves- no. No, no no. “Oh, and never apologize for talking to me, I love talking to you”
“Oh,” He felt his cheeks warm up. “I like talking to you too.”
A small laugh could be heard from your end of the line, god, he could melt with how warm your laugh was.
“Hey, I gotta head off, I’m meeting up with my brother and his wife for a small get together, but I’ll talk to you later, ‘kay?”
“Your brother?”
“Yeah, I thought I told you ‘bout him! His name’s Silas? He’s a pretentious fuck. Love him to bits, but I don’t like him, y’know?” This made Bucky let out a small chuckle. He had remembered a past conversation of yours where you rambled on about how your older brother was the golden child in your family.
“Good luck with him, [Name]”
“Thanks, James, I’ll call you later”
“Bye” He tried to hide his disappointment in his voice before hanging up. Man, what were you doing to him? He’s a lone wolf, never likes anyone, always grumpy, and rarely smiles. But with you? Seemed like he was the jolliest guy on Earth.
Ah, but he can sort out his feelings later. Right now he needed to talk with a certain Peter Parker.
–
“D-Did you need something, Mr. Barnes?”
Bucky was quick to find the spiderling, he was up in the lab with Bruce. Tinkering away at some sort of more protective type of suit, trying to replicate vibranium without using vibranium. He made up some bullshit excuse for why he needed to talk with Peter, even if Bruce knew it was a lie, he didn’t fight it.
“What you saw last night–”
“You leaving [Name]’s apartment last night?”
Bucky’s eyebrow twitched, god the way he said it felt like he was caught in an affair. “Yes. That. It was nothing.”
“With all due respect, Mr. Barnes, but if it was nothing, why’d you run away?”
“I didn’t run away,” He crossed his arms over his chest and glared at the teenager. “It was.. A strategic retreat.”
Peter deadpanned. “Mr. Barnes, I don’t care if you’re dating-”
“We’re not dating.”
“Oh.” Peter sighed and snapped his fingers. “I owe Aunt May 20 bucks now.”
“Maybe you deserve it.” Bucky sighed and tapped his finger against his arm. “Look, just.. Don’t tell anyone I’m friends with [Name].”
Now.. This is where Bucky lost Peter. Why? What?? It was a strange request. A doable one! But a real strange one. “W.. Why?”
“Because Sam’ll bring it up non-stop and I’ll get teased.” It wasn't a lie, but again, not the full reason he wanted to hide you away from the team.
Peter’s puzzled look turned into a more sinister one. “I won’t tell anyone.. But I want you to give me 20 bucks every week I gotta keep your secret”
“Wha- fine. Yeah sure.” Wasn’t like Bucky had anything to spend it on. “If you tell anyone, I’m ripping your arms off.” He said with a small glare before turning away and walking off.
“.. Arms plural? Wait! Mr. Barnes! Arms plural??”
–
With that small confrontation over, Bucky was able to rest easy. Sure, he’d lose a couple of bucks, but really it was Tony who was throwing his money around. I mean, let’s think about it. So many people live in one tower, with electricity running practically everything. The electricity, water and heating bill must be skyrocketed. Ah, but that wasn’t our dear Bucky’s problem.
No, Bucky had to sort through his feelings and try to label your friendship. So he did the one thing that allowed him to feel.. Better, run.
Leaving the Tower was easy enough, being the “Winter Soldier” made it so everyone was automatically scared of him. Slipping away was easy, what was a problem was where he wanted to run. He let his legs take him.
The wind in his hair, the small burn in his legs as he ran farther and farther. His heart rate beating every time he was able to run longer and faster due since there weren’t many people around or stops. Bucky loved to run. He would run all day if he could, it felt like freedom to him. Something he wouldn’t let anyone take from him.
Bucky ran around a few blocks multiple times, by the end of it his face was damp, but not as sweaty as the normal person would be. Again, Super Soldier. Barely got tired. But, he still wanted to get something to hydrate himself. He sped walked over to that one Cafe that was across from your shop, your friend Finn ran it? At least, that’s what you told him. Maybe he could visit you af–
“James?”
Or now. It seemed you were taking your lunch break or something, ‘cause you were standing at the counter. Leaning against the solid surface, talking with Finn. And for some reason, that made a pit form in Bucky’s stomach. But, like many things, he ignored it and walked over to you, giving a small wave to you and.. Finn.
“Hey man, you want anything?” Finn had a charming smile on his face, he seemed.. Boyish. Certainly younger than Bucky, I mean, he looked like he was in his mid-twenties, younger than you.
“Black coffee.”
You snorted and tilted your head up at him. “No cream or sugar? Pegged you for a sweet guy”
The corners of Bucky’s lips perked up for a moment and he just huffed. “Got used to it.” He did, as a young adult and the war happening, everyone had to ration. That meant when he had coffee, it had to be black. None of the fancy sweeteners.
“Boring,” You hit your hip against his in a playful manner.
In a matter of seconds, Finn came back with Bucky’s drink. Some shitty ass black coffee that was overpriced. Ah, love New York. Though, it was fine. What wasn’t fine was how Finn just kept smiling and practically flirting with you.
“We should definitely go together, it’d be really fun, hell I could pay for your ticket too.”
“Finn, you shouldn’t, I’d be able to!” You giggled behind your palm. “But, I’m not opposed to that”
“We could get dinner, hangout beforehand too?”
Smooth. “I’ll definitely think about it, Finn”
Stealing a quick glance at Bucky, you realized his confusion. “Ah, me and Finn were talking about watching a musical together!”
“Which one?”
“The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals!”
“That’s a thing?”
“It’s definitely a thing.” You crossed your arms with a wide smile. “It’s really good! I should show it to you, there’s a recorded version of it up on Youtube.”
He hummed in reply and gave a lazy shrug. “You’ll have to send me a link to it.”
With a small check of your watch you took in a sharp inhale. “Shit, sorry guys, my breaks almost over, Bye Finn! Bye James!”
“I’ll walk you t’your shop.”
Now this you wouldn’t pass up on. You turned back and gave a small wave to Finn as you and James walked out. The second you felt a wave of fresh air roll on you, Bucky put his arm around your shoulder. A small smile tugged on your face as our eyebrow raised. “What’cha thinkin, big guy?”
“.. There’s a lotta cars.” He muttered. The both of you were standing side by side, he was walking on the outer edge of the sidewalk while you walked on the inner. Something you didn’t even realize.
“Such a gentleman, ey, James?”
He glanced over to you, a small smile tugging at his lips as he held you close. You didn’t mind it, didn’t mind that he was warm, didn’t mind when his grip on you tightened when crossing the street, didn’t mind the momentary lingering he had before pulling away from you when you got to the shop.
“Thanks for walking me!” You pushed open the door and grabbed your apron as Bucky stood in the doorframe. He wanted to stay longer, but he didn’t want to distract you as you worked.
He nodded to your thanks and looked around the shop. It still smelled like a garden, everything still felt humid. Everything was still the same. The flowers were in neat rows but they still perfectly transitioned into one another, the small rotating seed holder was still fully stocked. You talked about how people would grab the seeds and buy them, bunches at a time, but you never let it look like that. Always wanted it to be full, just in case.
“On the house.” Shit, he didn’t even realize you were behind him. What great assassin skills guys, real good. You had a hydrangea in your hand. “It’s blue, like your eyes.”
A few beats of silence settled between you two. Bucky just stared at you as your face got increasingly hot.
“T-That was stupid! I dunno why I did that, uh- it’s just what I like to do with friends, give ‘em flowers on the house I-” He cut you off by taking the flower from your hand, all gently and he quietly examined it.
“It’s real pretty.” He muttered and held it close to his chest. “Thanks, [Name].”
“You’re welcome! I-”
Again, you were cut off, not by Bucky, but by his phone. He muttered a small curse and a “sorry” before walking a few feet away. As much as you’d love not to eavesdrop.. IT WAS SO EASY. Not like you had much to work with.
“Mhm… No, I’m out right now,went on a run.. No, I didn’t see Sam… You can tell him to suck it up. I’m not–” He groaned and stayed quiet as the other person on the line kept speaking. “I’m not- just ‘cause they screwed up shouldn’t mean-.. Ugh. Fine, you’re the captain, punk.. Yeah yeah, I’ll be back soon.”
With that he hung up the phone, glaring at it as if it just cursed everyone in his family line.
“Sorry for that, doll, it was work. Turns out next time Sam and the idiots go out, I have to go with them ‘cause they can’t do shit.” He ran a hand through his hair and took a deep breath, calming himself before he spoke up again. “I gotta go, but I’ll text you.”
“Goodluck with uh, Sam and the idiots.” It wasn’t funny, Bucky was genuinely ticked off, but you couldn’t help but giggle. Thankfully, that seemed to ease some of his tension. His shoulders dropped as he walked over to the door, shooting a small wave to you before leaving.
Hydrangea still in hand.. It was pretty. Like you.
|| the title of this chapter makes this part seem real scary 😭😭 its not, its cutsie. also, i wanted to just show small bits of jealous bucky cz i love jealous bucky. jealous bucky WILL be getting a full part of his own later down the line.
taglist : @iyskgd , @highhopes1008
'' flower shop of new feelings ,,
[ 04 : unlucky ]
|| pairing : james "bucky" barnes x florist!reader
|| warning : nothing !
|| wc : 3.6k
Ever since you’d found out about James - Bucky - being an Avenger, the two of you’d grown closer. He was more open about who he was, what he’d like. You learned he rather listens to old 40s music than the newer Taylor Swift, which was completely understandable. He wanted to learn how to bake the things his Ma made, muffins and cakes and all that jazz before the war. And when he’s alone in the Tower, he likes to put on soft music and dance to it, pretending he was back in the 40s.
You loved learning more about him, he went from an old customer to a friend, and now, you’d dare say he was one of your closest friends! Despite it barely being 2 months- ah, he was really growing on you. However, with your growing friendship, that also accidentally made it so you were neglecting your other friendships. Especially May, you were both very busy with work, and her being busy with her nephew as well. It was understandable that you both weren’t hanging out much, but you wanted to change that!
You invited May to go out to a cafe with you, one down the street from your flower shop, you knew the person who ran it, Finn.
“Thanks for this, May, gods, I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages!” The both of you hugged, you giving a small squeeze before letting her go and sitting down across from her. “How’ve you been? How’s Peter doing?”
“Oh, we’ve been doing just great! Peter’s been interning at that Stark place and he’s so excited about it, constantly working on stuff that’s supposedly on-” She raised her hands and did air quotes. “- the down low, y’know?”
A small chuckle left your lips as you sipped on the hot beverage in the paper cup you’d ordered, god Finn made the good stuff here. “How about you? You’ve been MIA so much! I was planning on bringing over some pot pie a few days ago, but Peter saw you coming home and said you looked like you were on the verge of collapsing!” May leaned on the table, her brows furrowed, etched with worry as she asked.
“I promise, I’m okay, really, work’s just been busy.” You gave a lazy shrug. It was true, that day you’d gotten 5 calls for special orders for weddings or funerals and such. Even then, you still had to deal with your other, in person customers. “It’s a lot, but I’m enjoying it.”
“If you say so..” She sighed and twiddled with the pastry in her hands before taking a bite. “Y’know, you need to take a break soon.”
“May-”
“I’m serious!” She huffed and chowed down on the pastry, a sigh of relief leaving her lips. “Oh, this is so good,” May muttered before shaking her head. “I can call Happy, get him to send you off somewhere nice, have a chill vacation”
“I thought you knew me better, May, I’m more of a home-body” You shook your head and laughed before processing.. Happy? Who’s Happy? “Wait, who’s-”
“Happy's uh.. Someone I’ve taken interest in.” Her lips were pulled into a sly smile as you gaped. Were you that absent you didn’t know your friend was seeing someone??
“Tell me everything!”
“Well, he works at Stark Industries and I met him through Peter,” She took another bite of her pastry. “He’s a really sweet guy, there’s some weird stuff, but ah, it’s casual”
“I’m really happy for you, May”
“Awh, shucks” She playfully swatted her hand in the air, feigning to be flustered. “How about you? Any guy friends? Maybe lady ones?”
Your face flushed and you shook your head, your eyes glancing outside. “No, no, been waaay too busy for that!”
“Oh, that’s so boring! How about this, I hook you up with someone.”
“May!”
“I’m just saying! You need to get out there, especially after..” May trailed off as your shoulders tensed. Your last relationship hadn’t ended well, cheating and whatnot. It broke you, even though it was a short relationship, cheating never felt nice. After a beat of silence, May cleared her throat. “C’mon! It’d be fun! Plus, Happy knows the Avengers, maybe you could go on a blind date with one of them!”
Your eyes widened at that.. James was an Avenger, well, sort of. Imagine going on a blind date with him, that’d.. Be a disaster. He knew you, you were just friends. No way you’d get hooked up with him.
“I-I’m way too busy for that, May, it’s a nice sentiment, but not for now.”
She just sighed and shrugged, allowing this topic of discussion to be dropped. The two of you started to talk about some random crap, how your other neighbors were loud.. In more ways than one, it was so annoying. How New York felt like it was the new warzone for aliens and Avenger level threats. God, it was a lot. But, it was nice to talk to May about this stuff. You loved her, she was a great friend.
–
After around 1 and a half hours of gossiping with May, the two of you went your separate ways, promising to do this again soon. Which you intended to keep! May had to go out and get some groceries, meet up with some of her co-workers and pick Peter back up from Stark Industries. Unless he gets a ride. You on the other hand? You decided to just head home, have a lazy day.
It was a Saturday, you’d already done your grocery shopping yesterday and the flowers back in the shop should be good until tomorrow evening. You needed to water them and make sure they weren’t wilted. In the meantime you walked back home and immediately bolted to your room to change into something comfy.
Once you put your comfy pjs on, you flopped on your couch and planted your ass on your couch as you watched mindless television. There was a rom-com sit-com playing on the screen, it was something you liked to put in the background as you crocheted, a hobby you recently picked up.
While you watched TV, the time passed as if hours were seconds and soon enough, the bright rays of light that seeped into your windows grew dimmer and dimmer. Soon enough, the evening had come and you were hungry as hell. With a small groan you pushed yourself off the couch and walked over to the kitchen. You didn’t feel like making anything complicated, so you opted for some instant ramen. With a clean motion, you grabbed a pot and put it under the faucet, turning the knob.. Nothing happened. No water, just a weird sounding sputter.
“What the hell?” Again, you tried turning it, nothing. Shit, was it broken? You put the pot down and squatted in front of the sink, opening the cabinet and looking at the pipes.. Yeah, you were out of your specialty with this. Usually, you asked May for help with this stuff, but as stated before.. She was busy. Shoot.
You sat on the cold ground of your kitchen apartment, looking to find any help from a plumber? You didn’t know who you needed for this. The prices were outrageous. Yeah no, you weren’t calling some professional.. You couldn’t exactly call up any family members.. Your only option left was James. Awh, man, you did NOT want to bother him, but.. You’re friends! He wouldn’t mind. With worried hands you dialed his number and put your phone close to your ear. Bucky was an Avenger! He’s probably busy with Avenger shit, here you are asking for sink help.
–
“Ha! You think you can beat me, little man?”
“.. I am a whole foot taller than you, Belova.”
Bucky and Yelena were currently playing cards together, something that Yelena had offered. She knew how out of depth this man was with the modern era. So, to help ease him into it, she offered to play cards with him every Saturday.. Plus, half the Avengers were busy doing something and she wanted to annoy someone new.
“Still, I am undefeated in the game of Gin Rummy. You know, Natasha taught me how to play when I was a kid!” She puffed her chest out in a proud manner.
“I was alive when Gin Rummy was made world wide.” He raised an eyebrow as Yelena made a “psh” noise and waved her hand in the air dismissively.
Before the two could continue the round, Bucky’s phone vibrated in his pocket, Yelena raised her eyebrow as he gave an apologetic look before standing up and walking out of hearing distance. When he saw it was your name, his heart started to beat just the smallest bit faster.
“[Name], what’s up?”
“James?” Your voice was quiet on the other line, nervous. “Heeeyy”
“You sound nervous, what’s wrong?”
“Well.. Oh, god,” He heard as you took a deep breath in and let it out. “I, uh, was trying to make dinner and I needed water to boil, and uh- my sink is.. Broken- and I didn’t know who else to call, my neighbors out, and I can’t pay for an electrician to help, can you..?”
You trailed off with your question, most likely out of embarrassment, Bucky suspected. Though, he didn’t know why you were embarrassed. “You need me to help?”
“Yes, please”
“Send me your address, I’ll be there quickly.”
“Thank you so much, James! I promise, I’ll cook you something when you fix it!” This made the corners of his lips quirk up. With quick goodbyes, he hung up and waited for your text. Once he saw your address, he recognized it. It was only a small ways away, with his motorcycle he’d be there in less than 10 minutes.
Bucky pushed his phone into his pocket and walked back over to the table where he and Yelena were playing. “I gotta deal with something, sorry to cut the game short.”
“Wha- oh, that’s ерунда, where are you going?” She pushed herself up and gave a small glare to Barnes as she watched him grab his jacket and keys.
“None of your business.”
“Oh, come on, Barnes, I won’t tell anyone.”
He just let out a huff, as a laugh type thing and turned around and walked to the elevator, giving a lazy wave to Yelena as he entered. “I’ll be back in a few hours, don’t trash the place.”
“No promises!”
With a ding, the elevator doors closed and he was going down to the parking garage. This was the first time he’d ever gone to your house, and his mind was RACING. I mean, it was just for friends. You guys are friends. Nothing more, nothing less. I mean, it’d be nice to be more, but no. To Bucky, you were someone who was soft, delicate, like a flower. He was some bulldozer who’d hurt you if he got too close. Not like he wanted to hurt you! No, he was just.. Worried.
As he got on the sleek, black motorcycle that Tony had given him as a peace offering, his mind started to calm as he drove. It was dark enough, just past sunset, so the streets were calm. No usual hustle of New York, no. It was peaceful, for once. The only thing he wished was that all the lights that were on during the night were off. There were bright billboards, bright neon signs that pointed to the nearest club. God, he loved clubs back then. They were nothing like what they were now. They were jazzy, sleek, elegant in its own rustic way, y’know? He missed that. The little things of the past.
Once he got to your apartment complex, he double checked the address before pressing the doorbell, or buzzer for you.
“Uh, [Name]?” He asked into the intercom.
“Hey, James! I’ll buzz you in! Again, thank you so muc-” Your voice got cut off as you unlocked the door for him.
Bucky walked through the empty halls of the apartment, his eyes darting for your apartment number. It was a nice place, better than the apartments back then. Even if Bucky was technically on the more rich side of things when he was younger, everyone had their struggles.
Once he got to the door that had your number on a bronze plate, he knocked on the door, and in a few moments there you stood.. Wow, man, maybe this was too domestic for him. You were in your cozy pajamas, a black, white and red flannel patterned pants and a black oversized shirt, cute mismatched socks that adorned your feet.
“James! Oh, thank god you’re here, c’min c’min!” You ushered him in and closed the door once he was fully in.
Bucky turned his head as his eyes darted around your home. It was.. Cozy, really cozy. There were thrifted paintings on the wall, and crocheted items on your couch. It was warm, but not overwhelming, just right. He stepped more into your living room as his eyes glazed over the photos. One was of your high school graduation, one of your family, one of some (he assumes) high school friends, as well as a photo of your university graduation, upon further inspection, your degree was business. There was one more photo, it was you, a brown haired lady and..
“Peter?” He muttered to himself as he looked closer to the photo, his brows furrowed in confusion. In the photo, you and May were on both sides of Peter as he stood in the middle, holding a first place trophy in his hand. A science thing, Bucky didn’t know. What he DID know was that you were friends with the spider boy's aunt and the spider boy.
“James?” You called out from the kitchen and that seemed to break him from his trance. He grunted and walked over to where you were. “Uhh, here’s.. The sink”
“What’s the problem with it?”
“It makes a sort of- fart noise when I turn it on”
The comparison made Bucky crinkle his nose and snort in amusement. He turned the knob, and yup, just like you said, out came the fart noise. Without the stink.
“This is an easy fix, I think it’s just clogged”
“Oh, so I’m just stupid,” You groaned and tugged at your hair. “I’m sorry for bothering you for such a simple issue of it being clogged.”
“You’re not stupid.” He huffed as he started to work on it. The perks of having a metal arm? He didn’t need any tools. Sure, it came with the trauma of falling out of a train, getting experimented on and being a weapon for 70 years, but ah, y’know how it is. “Steve used t’need my help with everything when we were younger”
“Yeah?” You sat on top of the counter as you watched him work.. Now you were not a pervert, but god, he had nice looking arms. The way it flexed under his jacket when he pulled or pushed on something. GOD, your friend was good looking. NOT THAT YOU WERE LOOKING! Aha.. totally not.
“Yeah, one time he broke one of the lights in his room as a kid, he was trying out some random item he got from the thrift shop and it backfired on him, needed it to get changed and clean up the shattered glass,” He spoke with a certain fondness in his voice as he worked on your sink. “I tried to help, he cleaned up the glass, I tried finding some extra light bulbs, but his old man found out and he told our ma’s. His mom and my Ma got pissed at us when they found out” He chuckled and pulled away from the sink.
“That should be good.” He had a small smile as he looked over to you. His heart beating quick as he looked over your face, you had the brightest smile on your face as you listened to his small story intently. You loved whenever he opened up about his past, even something as small or insignificant as that, it just.. Made you feel closer to him.
“Thank you, James.” You hopped off the counter and tried to turn the sink off, and miraculously it turned on! “Oh, thanks so much James!” With a wide grin on your face, you threw your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. He stiffened at this but, with much hesitance, he hugged you back. After a beat of silence, you pulled away and filled up the pot from before. “I’m gonna make instant ramen, if that’s okay?”
“More than okay.”
You hummed in acknowledgement as you put the pot on the stove and started to boil it. “You wanna watch a movie? I have Netflix!”
“Uh, what’d you wanna watch?”
“Oh, I, uh, I was hoping you’d choose?”
He huffed and walked back into the living room. Despite being free for over three years and a half, he still wasn’t used to picking out things for himself, having options. Granted, two of those years were spent with the Wakandans rehabilitating him, but that’s just details.
Bucky scrolled through your Netflix, a small smile on his face as he saw in your recently watched documentary of ‘Captain America : The Original Avenger.’ He watched that documentary, it wasn’t super accurate, but it was better than the others.
“Whaddya think about a World War 2 movie?”
“So you can point out the inaccuracies?”
Bucky snorted and confirmed your assumption. You just rolled your eyes and laughed. The two of you grew into a nice silence as the documentary played. Bucky didn’t sit down on the couch though, he walked around the living room. Looking over the photos, still shellshocked at the fact you knew the spider kid.
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After a little while, you and Bucky finally had the bowls of instant ramen in front of you as you both sat in front of the TV. Still, he’s pointing out the inaccuracies of the documentary. It was really amusing. Everytime he pointed something out, his nose would scrunch up and his brows would be furrowed just the smallest bit.
Especially if the documentary brought up the Howling Commandos, he’d get pissed at every inconsistency.
“We did not take down 50 men that day, it was 36, god they’re dramatic.”
“You remember?” You asked, your cheeks puffed out with ramen as you slurped it down.
“I remember every mission of mine before- uh, everything.” He took a sip of the soup and took a bite of the noodles. “That mission, Stevie was pissed ‘cause Pinkerton accidentally threw out one of the plans of attack. He got Sawyer to draw it up all over again.” Again, as he reminisced, there was a certain sadness in his voice. Despite it being a literal war, he remembered all the good with the Howling Commandos. They were like a family of his. “Obviously, Steve didn’t stay mad the whole time, just long enough for Pinkerton to grovel”
You snorted at that and finished up your food. Listening to every word of what he said. Usually, Bucky was more closed off, quiet, but when talking about his past. The good parts of his past, he seemed like a never ending sentence. He’d talk fondly of the Howling Commandos, his Ma, his sister Rebecca, and all the trouble he and Steve got into as teens.
Soon enough, the documentary ended and you and Bucky finished your food. He, in a quiet tone, offered to wash the dishes which you complied with. The dishes were one of your least favourite chores. As he washed, you both still talked.
“So how was your day?” As dry as that was, you had no idea how Bucky’s day was, especially being an Avenger. In turn, he gave a lazy shrug, his arms deep into the sink.
“Worked out from 8 to 12, uh..” He had therapy today but he was not going to tell you about that. “Had lunch with Steve and Natasha, no Sam ‘cause he’s out in Wisconsin.”
“Why?”
“Mission, heard some enhanced was causing trouble. He, Wanda, Clint and Banner went.” You hummed in acknowledgement then asked if he did anything else. “I.. Cleaned, I dunno. I don’t really do much around the Tower. Though, Yelena and I were supposed to play-”
He cut himself off and checked the time after he put away the last dish in the drying rack. Shit, it was already 11 PM, how did he not realize 4 hours had passed?? How did he not realize that the documentary was so damn long? Shit, Steve’s gonna ask questions when he gets back home.
“You needa go home?” You had a small smirk on your face, your eyebrow raised at his sudden cut off. With a twinge of embarrassment, he nodded.
“Sorry, just.. Being, uh, me-” He pointed to his metal arm. “People in the Tower don’t really trust me all too much just yet, so I hafta get home.”
“Nah, I get it, no worries, James.” You walked him out and at the door way he put his shoes back on and reached for the handle. Before stepping outside he turned to you one last time, sparing you a small smile.
“I had fun today.”
“Same, we should do this more often”
“Definitely.” He had a soft smile on his face as he stepped out and you closed the door. For a few moments, he stared at your door all longingly, as if he was some teenager who’d just snuck back out of his secret paramour's house.
With a small sigh he turned away from your door. His eyes locked with wide eyed brown ones. Ones that he’d seen way too often back at the Tower.
“Mr. Barnes?”
Of course it was the Spider kid.
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Peter Parker is so adoptable. “Oh you mean adaptable-“ NO.
First up we got the classic irondad/spiderson dynamic. ICONIC. Can have you punching wholes in the walls with the amount of FEELS and FLUFF and, of course, ANGST. 10/10, great way to get started. BUT. We’ve barely even scratched the surface.
My other personal favourite: Matt Murdock AKA Daredevil adopts Peter. Bonus points if it’s after No Way Home, the emotional hurt/comfort potential is IMMENSE. I just. I love that shit. I eat it up every time. GIMME!!!
Next up, one I did not think would work, but it ABSOLUTELY DOES: Bucky Barnes adopts Peter. Currently reading a fic called Anatomy In Reverse by pansley on ao3, and lemme tell ya im OBSESSED. I did not think there was potential there, BUT BOY WAS I WRONG. (Lovely fic, would 100% recommend it btw)
Oh and did you think Peters adoptableness only reached until the confinements of the MCU? THINK AGAIN. Cuz the Batfam is NOT ABOVE ADDING SPIDERS TO THE BATS AND BIRDS!! You think Batman has an adoption problem, you’ve clearly never seen the amount of fics of Nightwing adopting Peter. (I guess it runs in the family. Also, Dark Matter anyone??)
And these are just the ones I’ve come across! It’s like if you feel like writing parent-child dynamics in the mcu - or even outside of it, jesus! - you just get yourself a ready-to-adopt Peter Parker, maybe kill of some more of his parental figures i guess, and boom! You got yourself an adoptee!
Tony learning from his previous suits’ failures/shortcomings.
first date with tom
parings: boyfriend!tom x fem!reader
warning(s): like one or two minor cuss words. fluff i guess.
ok so,,, hi
this is my first headcannon so don’t make fun of it :( srry it's short..
anyways
tom first asked you out on a date last week and you guys have been getting ready for it ever since
tom was nervous as hell but of course he never told you that
but you could tell from his sweaty palms and slight stutters lol
you were nervous too
tbh you’ve been wondering if tom would ever ask you out because you’ve been waiting for him to for a long time
but anyways, tom picked you up and spent five minutes just complementing you, all the way from the front door and until you guys were in the car
“god, you look so damn beautiful.” he whispered as he stared at you in complete awe
you smiled, your teeth biting your bottom lip as you tried not to smile too big
“tom, i’m in jeans and a sweater...”
you told tom not to take you any where fancy because you weren’t that type of girl. you wanted to have a relaxing picnic or go to the park and walk around enjoying fresh air. you hated that stereotype fancy dinner bullshit. so you guys settled to just dress casual and go somewhere calm instead
tom reached over and kissed your cheek tenderly, “i know, i know. you still look gorgeous, darling.”
sis you almost lost it when he called you “darling”
but you kept your cool and responded with a smart remark
the car ride was actually short but for you and tom, it felt like ten hours filled with you guys just laughing, blasting music, and tom getting honked at for staring at you too long during the red light
when you and tom arrived to the park, he opened the door for you and grabbed the supplies out from the back of the trunk. you helped him carry some of the things while you made your way to a more secluded side of the park
it was more open and quieter. just as you wanted it
you and tom set up the supplies for the picnic, which included a large blanket, a pillow, and a basket full of tom’s homemade sandwiches and some wine
after tom finished setting up the last of everything, you frowned as you realized there was only one pillow and he was already using it, placing it behind his head
“tom, you forgot to bring another pillow!”
tom looked up to you from the ground and smirked, pointing to himself. “duh...you’re using me as a pillow.”
you rolled you’re eyes, but still and laid down next to him, using his chest as your “pillow” as he suggested. you weren’t entirely against the idea ;)
you loved this position actually. you could perfectly hear the fast beating of his chest, all while hearing the distant chirping of the birds. it was crazy how you made tom feel like he on top of the world, and vise versa.
your heart was beating just as fast. he held you tightly against himself, his chin just above your head as he rubbed small circles and patterns into your back
“tommy...”
“yes, sweetheart?”
you could feel your face warm up, snuggling yourself further into his body. “thank you for this.”
tom hummed, pulling you up to meet his lips softly. he kissed you tenderly, his hand still tracing your back while the other held your cheek. you couldn’t help but smile into the kiss, breaking it up and pulling away slightly, inches away from his pink lips.
you brushed a strand of hair off of his forehead, “ i’ll take that as a ‘you’re welcome.”
jdjkssj i didn’t know how to end this
k bye now
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i literally wrote this six months ago and forgot abt it😭 but here u go i guess lol
Oh no...
If you're wondering what they did, well...
Credit to @valdeswan for helping me come up with this crazy scenario.
Also, yes. I am making fanart and memes for my fic instead of working on my fic... BUT! I am working on chapter 2! Just working on plotting out where I want to go with it.
Posted twice because I can (I still don't know how this place works)🏃
+ something something I brought the other day
I made this for you guys since you seem starving for more content about them (it's me, I'm the one who needs more about them)
They are so special to me
I have a type and it's Red. It you get it, you get it.
Shuri and Peter Parker meeting (2019): “vines! memes! science! haha look how worried tchalla and tony are. lets go eat tide pods”
Shuri and Peter Parker meeting (2022): “I am alone in the world. All my family members died in front of me, and my grief was so intense that I almost killed a man in cold blood. Laughter and innocence belong to a dead version of me. I must bear the burden of responsibility alone”
Peter and the Bikers
So, I got this idea a long time ago & wrote this a long time ago. It hasn’t been beta read and I haven’t edited it since I first wrote it, so it probably sucks (sorry) but I wanted to get it published cause idk it’s a good prompt. I told an old friend( @keep-a-bucket-full-of-stars )about this prompt when I first thought of it. It’s kind bcause of her I even got into this fandom a long time ago, so thank you.
Anyway enjoy & sorry it sucks. I promise future fics will be better.
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As Peter ran down the alley street he could still hear the pounding feet of the men that attacked him running behind him, with his advanced senses the steps sounded like drums directly beside his head. The pounding didn’t help the milled concussion as it amplified the sounds and beating of his own heart.
Everything aches horribly and he had several cuts and lacerations all over his body that leaked blood and stung so bad they brought tears to the twelve year olds eyes. His clothing was ripped and soaked through in blood. The second the blonde man pulled out a switch blade Peter knew he was screwed.
So very, very screwed.
As Peter rounded the corner he was more focused on the men chasing him then the motorcycles in front of him; and before he knew it, he was running right into one of them and sending it, and himself, crashing to the concrete.
The impact from the fall only added more pain to Peter small form, forcing a sob out of the boy as he clambered back to his feet. Apologies spilling from his mouth as he stared wide eyed and terrified up at the large group of men in front of him.
“ I’m so sorry, oh my god please, I’m so sorry don’t, don’t hurt me please.” The twelve year old took several steps away from the bikers and their, now scratched up, motorcycles. “I-I can fix them, I promise I’ll fix them just-just don’t~”
Whatever was gonna come out of his mouth next stopped in it’s track as shouts came from behind him and he tilted his head back to look and felt his heart sink.
The blonde man and his two goons were standing there, expressions that of someone who just won a million dollars. They held their knives out front, some still dripping with blood,
Peter’s blood.
“O-oh man.” Peter mumbled glancing at the bikers then back to the muggers, more tears slipping out as he realized the situation he was in. It was days like today he wished he had the watch his father made him so that he was always connect to F.R.I.D.A.Y.
The blonde grinned as he stepped forward, and peter took a step back, whimpering slightly.
“ Come ‘er Kid, your daddy’s gonna pay a nice price to get you back alive. “ He sneered, his goons snickering behind him.
“ I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Peter replied shakily, starting to walk backwards. It was immediate to deny all relation to his dad in situations like this. Sometimes it worked and sometimes it didn’t.
The man chuckled as peter bumped into something hard, and defiantly living, behind him.
The chest behind him vibrated as the biker growled and Peter felt like he had just died. There was no way he was getting out of this one without getting anymore injuries, and no one even knew anything was wrong so he was on his own.
Closing his eyes tight, Peter braced himself.
What he heard made him flinch, the sound of fist on skin and a surprised shout had the boy jumping back, eyes snapping open.
The biker he had originally bumped into was holding the blonde man by the collar of his shirt and was punching him in the face, over and over and over and~
Something was placed over his eyes, and it took him a moment too long to realize it wasn’t something but someone. Reaching up, Peter’s hands wrapped around the wrist and held tight, neither pulling it away nor keeping it there.
Peter let out a small sob, shoulders shaking as the cries of the blonde man choked off and a deep voice rumbled;
“ If I ever see you, or your little friends, around here again. I’ll kill ya. Now get.” Feet running away is all peter heard before the hands covering his eyes were gone.
He caught sight of the three men turning down an alley before disappearing from sight.
“Are you alright?” The voice made him jump, he looked up to see the biker that had punched the blond guy. He stuttered for a moment;
“ Y-Yeah, yeah I’m okay. T-Thank you, for-for scaring them off and, uh, I’m really really really sorry about your motorcycles.
I didn’t mean to run into them, I swear! I really didn’t , but I can fix them! I know how! Or I could buy you new ones if you wanted, or~” the biker guy that peter was just gonna start calling red beard, because he had a big red beard that went down to the center of his chest; cut him off with a loud, booming, laugh.
“ Calm down kid, I don’t care about the bikes. Well, I do, but It wasn’t your fault.” He stated, and peter sighed.
He was sure that red beard and his friends would be furious about their bikes, he knows he would be if he had motorcycles that looked like those, and he was sure they would show their anger in kicks and punches.
Overwhelmed with relief, peter slumped to the ground and let out a light chuckle.
“ I thought that was the end of me.” He stated, small laughs mixing with sobs as the adrenaline left him in a heap on the ground. Unwanted tears slid across his cheeks even as he tried to rub them away.
A heaven hand landed on his should and he looked up.
“ Come on kid, we’ll take ya home.” It was a girl this time, but she wasn’t like any girl he’d ever seen. She was big, not fat, but muscular and she wore a black jacket and pants to match. Her hair was long and blonde, braided and draped over her shoulder. There was no denying she was beautiful, different than how his mom was beautiful, but still beautiful.
“I-it’s okay, you don’t have to. I can make it back on my own.” Peter stumbles, cheeks growing warm. He was only twelve, he didn’t talk to girls much; except MJ and Shuri, but they didn’t count. The girl smiles,
“Well let’s just say we want to, okay? To make sure you get there safely. Who knows, those guys may come back.” Red beard huffs,
“Yeah right, not after the scarin’ I just gave em.”
Despite himself, Peter giggles. He may suck as defending himself, but he has a Grey judge of character and he really liked red beard.
“ Okay, I can show you the way and when we get there I can fix you’re bikes!” He says, getting more and more excited. A few bikes laugh, either at his enthusiasm or the fact they think a twelve year old can fix a motorcycle.
~~Time Skip~~
Red beard decided to leave the bikes behind for now, deciding instead to lift Peter up onto his shoulders and walk seeing as the tower wasn’t far from where they were. Peter thought this way was more fun anyway, he could see everything up here!
When the front doors of the tower came into view Peter could see a couple figure standing there, all of which he recognized instantly.
“Daddy!” He called, smile bright.
Said man turned and Peter swore if he didn’t know any better he’d say his daddy died right there. His skin got so pale and his face dropped into a position Peter had never seen before. It was funny.
“Pete!” Tony cried, Pepper echoing his words; before he bolted to the giant man, surrounded by other giant men (and women), carrying his son on his shoulders.
Peter wiggled around, trying to get down, before red beard grabbed him under the arms and helped. When his feet touch the ground Peter skips to his dad and starts rambling,
“ Dad you’re never gonna believe what happened! I was walking home and the guys corners me in the ally but I got away! But he hit me a couple times, it hurt. But then when I was running I accidentally bumped into their motorcycles” he points behind him,” and knocked them over, but instead of beating me up they chased those guys off and walked me home! I scratched their motorcycles though, but I said I’d fix them! They are really nice and funny! Red beard is really funny and the blonde lady, her name is Annie, is really nice! I like them a lot daddy.” Taking a deep breathe, Peter ends his tale.
Tony stands dumbfounded, his mouth opened wide in shock and eyes wide. It takes longer than it should for Peters story to sink in and words to come back. He kneels down and tugs Peter into his arms, tugging the kid close.
“ Pete... I don’t even know what to say. For one I’m so glad you’re okay, this is why I tell you to always keep you’re watch on you.” Tony slowly lets go and stand back up, looking at the group of people in front of him and letting Pepper drag Peter into a hug.
“ Thank you, so much, for saving my boy.” He breathes, before pulling out his phone, “name a price and it’s yours, along with whatever motorcycles you want, or repairs. It’s on me.” Red beard smiles and peter cheers.
The Council of Concerned Cousins.
CoCC, if you will.
FIC: Harry Potter and the Great Custody Battle by dajgen (ao3)
from up-down, left-right: peter - jason, dick - tim, damian - cass
i'm actually obsessed with this fic, and when the author updated with the last chapter, my hand got possessed. so... here i am *confetti*
i personally love the fact that CoCC was the acronym, and the one to lead the discussions was dick. perfection fr.
i, initially, had more of this done, but the file got corrupted for some reason so i had to remake most of it. i'm still working on cass and damian, not to mention cleaning up a bit more and shading. i'll post an update when i do! hope ya enjoyed, be sure to got read the fic (it's really good), and fingers crossed the author updates again soon!
Can you post more of your Spideypool art? Like Wade gifting take out to Peter…?
COMING RIGHT UP!!
and a little bonus of spidey ready for the cold weather <3
