Michelle Using Book Slang With Peter,

Michelle using book slang with Peter,

Michelle: Wanna chapter 55?

Peter:

Peter, softly: What?

Michelle: nvm

I think she likes girls

Imagine: Scott asking you out at a bar, understanding you're lesbian, suddenly being extremely supportive of this random stranger he just met and hyping you up to ask the pretty lass (Hope) that you couldn't rip your eyes off of ever since she walked in the room. 

Paring: Hope van dyne x fem!reader

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"Hey," a smaller man giving off 'classic dad' vibes slid into the barstool next to you. You did a double-take and realized he was talking to you. "Uh, hey," you gave an awkward, tight-lipped smile, aiming for your signals to hit him in the face.

"You want something to drink?" He asked. All you wished was that you could disintegrate into dust in the snap of a finger. That was until this extraordinary lady strolled through the low and stained doors of this hell hole place they call a bar. You couldn't keep your eyes off her. 

"Uh, yes please," the words slipped out, unaware of the man still in front of you. "I'll take a dry Martini," you slowly ripped your eyes off the pretty lass and became attentive to the situation. "I'm Scott, you?" You took a deep breath as he introduced himself. "I'm- I'm Y/N," 

You watched as she came closer to the counter, her hips swaying forcefully as she walked. Looking her up and down slowly as Scott ordered you drinks. 

"We should slow down, I was moving too quick," he turned back to give you your drink. It surprised you at how nice this man was, the sudden admiration caught you off guard. "I can read the signals from a mile away," He reassured, taking a sip of alcohol. 

You chuckled nervously, he must've caught you checking out the chick beside him. Though you were looking down at your swirling martini, you raised your head to face him with a wince. "Oh dear…" you trialled out with a ring of laughter followed by Scott. 

"I say give it a shot," he took another sip.

"Woah, woah… yeah, that's oughta be a no,"

"Then why go to a bar? C'mon the worst she could do is say no, it's not like you know each other," he hesitated, slowly looking up at you. "do you?"

You laughed again. "Gosh no!" Mumbling a little 'I wish' before taking another gulp of your beverage. 

"Then ask her out,"

"Alright."

You honestly didn't know what it was that made you stand up and walk towards her. Was it the alcohol bringing a newfound courage, was it the random stranger that just hyped you up about it? Possibly both… 

Just as you started to reach her she turned around, the two of you almost knocking into each other. "Gosh, I'm so sorry, ma'am," you got a good look at her eyes, a beautiful golden brown that the party lights glistened off of. Her brown sugar hair, you could just visualize getting your fingers intertwined with. Everything you thought was amazing about her before was a million times better up close. 

"I- I uh…" you were at loss for words in her sight. You looked back at Scott for a quick reassuring jester, only to watch him play with the lemon on the side of his glass. You looked back at the angel in front of you and tried to gain the courage that had just fleed from you back. 

You cleared your throat and managed to squeak out your name. "Hi, I'm Y/N," you backed up a fraction, the quick flash of disappointment in her eyes going unnoticed. "Hope, nice to meet you," 

Her smile made you melt into the ground even more. Her soft hands meeting your dry, cold ones made you flush, this time with embarrassment. But Hope didn't mind, coming face to face with this doll, your hands were the least of her interests.

"Uh-  would you like something to drink?" You haven't asked someone out before. Being new to this endeavour made you much more anxious.

"I… just got something to drink," she smiled, trying to ease the tension.

"Oh-"

"But, I would love to sit with you,"

 A grin grew where your upset expression currently was.

"Great!"

Notes: You're a cat… you have ears, a tail, sharp teeth and nails, you have cat senses and you get distracted by cat toys…

Something I wrote because I was bored :P

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(Y/N) was currently curled up in a ball on the corner of the couch, napping. The tip of her tail moved side to side slowly, indicating that she was having a good dream. If you were close enough you could hear faint purrs coming from her chest. Her two fangs were sticking out from her mouth, her two soft fragile ears flopped over slightly. 

To anyone, a pure sight, but if anyone was to mess with (Y/N)... Well, you'd be dead within seconds.

If anyone was to ask who the cutest Avenger was, they'd say (Y/N) without hesitation. Just something about how her fangs stick out when she smiles, something about how her tail always told you how she felt, something about how her ears would perk up at the slightest sound, something about how she purred. (Y/N) is a kitten, therefore, she is quite the cutie. 

The elevator dinged as Peter stepped out. "Hello! I brought something," Tony smirked, knowing exactly what it was. Clint jumped up from the couch, startling the sleeping cat next to Natasha. "What is it?!" Natasha played with (Y/N)'s soft ears, making her purr more. Natasha let out a soft sigh of relief when (Y/N) sunk back into the couch.

Peter beckoned for Tony to help him. A few suspense-filled seconds later they came out with a box. "What's in it?" Steve asked from the kitchen, drinking his coffee. Before Peter could answer, two little ears poked out the top of the box as a little nose was seen through a tiny hole. 

Natasha gasped and hopped over the back of the couch, eager to show the small kitten to (Y/N). She peered into the box and cooed softly, a small black kitten was lifted from the box. 

Clint screamed.

(Y/N) shot up from her corner immediately, her heart going a mile a minute. "I- wha? What's going on!?" Bucky chuckled at her stance. (Y/N) looked around the room for any danger, her eyes stopping on the black fuzzball Natasha was holding. (Y/N)'s head tilted to the left as Natasha jokingly mirrored. The kitten squirmed under Nats grasp, she plopped the kitten on the floor and watched it waltz its way over to the couch. It sat in front of (Y/N) and watched. 

~(Y/N)~

You challenged the kitten to a staring contest but scoffed as it moved to the edge of the couch. You rested your arms on the side of the couch and watched the walking fluff try and jump up. You slowly sat up, eyes not leaving the kitten, and then turned to Natasha, Peter and Tony, you stared at them for a while before questioning: "Why?". 

Clint finally let out the laugh he had been holding in for so long. You turned to him and gave a death glare, one that only you and Nat possessed. You were cut off by a small meowing coming from below you, you look down and lock eyes with the tiny furball. "Pathetic," you mutter before lowering your tail. Watching it hop on, you lifted your tail as if the small animal weighed nothing, and let it onto the couch. You pulled your tail away from the kit quickly and rested your head on your fist, your back facing the poor thing.

"I hate you guys." Your tail waved in annoyance as your ears dropped down to your head. 

Wish You Well

Inspired by Song of the day

Pairing: Natasha x Fem!Reader

Words: 252

Warnings: Endgame spoilers!!

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You reminisced about her eyelashes, so luscious and long. They would stand up just right, the bold black they presented made them even more impressive. You remembered the first time the both of you met, you asked where she got her lashes done then stood in shock when she claimed they were her own. 

What a great first impression.

You felt her ghosted lips on yours, craving the feeling again. You’d imagined them meeting yours for so long. But you couldn’t help it, her lips were just the right shade of pink. Not to mention, they were so full and tasted like candy. 

Now, every time you ate cotton candy, you thought of her. Her, and her outstanding eyes, the same green optics that reminded you of a cat. Then, you thought of her cat-like reflexes. How fast and sneaky she was. And how amazing she looked in that tight, midnight black super suit of hers. 

She had these fantastic red bunches of hair that would frame her face oh so perfectly. 

Gosh, how you wondered what she could be up to at that moment. Her perfect face surrounded by her ideal hair. Because the last time you saw her eyes, they were glossy. Her eyelashes had been coated with her tears. Her lips had peanut butter sandwich crumbs.

You queried how long this minute would be. Because you couldn’t stand waiting another second of hoping. Hoping that she was alright where she was…

Wishing she was well up in the clouds.

Trick or Treating adventures

Tony and Steve take little Peter our for Halloween

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A petite Peter awoke from his slumber. His mission: annoy his father.

The small bean wandered around the tower, searching for Tony. He passed by Natasha, Wanda, and Bruce on his way over.

" Hey мой маленький паук, where 'you going?" Peter looked up towards his aunt and his eyes instantly widened. " Uncle Clint?!" Natasha laughed at the small boy's confusion. " No Глупый паук, it's still me, Aunt Tasha." He gave her another confused look. " I'm dressed up as uncle Clint! It's Halloween, Детеныш паука!" Peter made an 'O' face as he looked towards the others.

" Brother Vision and uncle Thor," he stated, pointing at Wanda then Bruce. Wanda lifted the small child and set him on her lap. " We're dressed up as our boyfriends," Peter perked up and many ideas ran through his head of who he wants to be. " I wanna be Daddy!" He jumped up and down in Wanda's lap.

" I wanna surprise Daddy and be Iron Man!" Bruce chuckled at how happy Peter was. " Why don't we see if Pepper and Happy could design you an Iron man costume?" Peter nodded his head enthusiastically before his smile faltered. " Uncle Bruce, where's your hammer?" The scientist laughed yet again then sighed. "I can't lift that hammer, only Thor can." 

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Peter ran to his room in excitement. 

"Miss Friday, may you call Ned, please? I gotta tell him about my Halloween costume!" The bean jumped up on his bed and lifted the pillows in search of something. "Hey, Pete! What'cha looking for?" Ned's face came up on the hologram, really, really close up. "I'm looking for my Iron man gloves, the ones Pepper made me!" Ned backed away from the camera and watched Peter flip over yet another Black widow plush. "Why would you look under your stuffies?" 

Peter huffed in defeat, spreading his body out in a T-pose across the bed. "I keep them there at night for when I watch Daddy's fights," he mumbled a little something about pretending to be him but no one caught on. "Oooohhh…" there was a small silence before Peter took a deep breath, letting it out in a loud scream like groan before his voice cracked. He soon sat up and looked at Ned through the hologram. "I'm all good now." He gave a smile. "What are you going as?" 

Ned quickly ran out of the frame view and came back two seconds later holding a brown furry costume. "I'm going as chewy! I already got the impression spot on,"

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"Little Peter, Pepper would like you to meet her in the living room." Peter looked up from his colouring book. "Loki Doki, thank you Miss Friday!" He abandoned his pregnancy test blue Crayola crayon.

He skipped his way through the halls and soon made his way to the living room. "Hiya, Miss Pepper!" He ran up to her and gave her a tiny leg hug of excitement. "Hiya, bean!" She crouched down to his height, "I finished that Iron man costume for tonight," Pep smirked as she felt Peter's arms wrap around her once more. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" The small boy jumped up and down in her grasp. 

Pepper pulled out a little Iron man mask to fit the tiny boy's head, along with an Iron man onesie. Peter quickly snatched the costume out of her hand and put it on, with Pep's help of course. After she helped Peter with the suit, he tugged the mask on his face and looked up smiling, even if no one could see. Pepper laughed at his antics. "Someone's excited, you ready for tonight?" Peter took his mask off, leaving his curls ungroomed and nodded his head over and over. 

“What’s daddy going as?” Pepper sighed, “Your dad doesn’t like to dress up for Halloween,” Peter frowned. “But everyone else dressed up!” Pepper remembered seeing Thor dressed up as Bruce trying to convince Loki to dress up as something. “Oh yeah, and what did they dress up as?” She stood up and went to sit on the couch. “They went as their boyfriends. Auntie Nat was dressed as uncle Clint, sister Wanda was dressed as brother Vision and uncle Bruce was dressed as uncle Thor!” He exclaimed, trying to get up to Pepper’s lap. Pepper hummed and helped the boy sit in her lap. 

“What if daddy went as his husband, papa?” 

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“Hey, Tony, would you be so kind as to take the younger boys out trick or treating?” Steve walked into his husband’s lab, mingling around a bit. “Sure thing,” He sighed, “I can’t believe that Harley doesn’t want to go with us this year…” Steve put a hand on the genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist’s back. “Hey, he’s getting older, he just wants to go to a Halloween party with his friends,” Tony looked up. “I didn’t even know he had friends!” There was an awkward silence.

“What are you wearing?” 

Steve looked at his outfit. A black tank top with a blue circle in the middle, resembling the Arc reactor in Tony's chest. A pair of red sunglasses resting on his forehead, a fake beard and some light blue jeans. 

“I’m you!” Tony sighed again. “You could’ve just asked for the suit, that would’ve been easier,” Tony gave his husband an unimpressed look. “But then I would be Iron man,” He whined. “ don’t get me wrong, I love Iron man. I would just much rather be my Tony Stark!” Tony rolled his eyes,” Why did you dress up as me anyway?” As if his excitement could get worse. “Everyone else is dressed up as their significant other, I wanted to join!” By now it was clear Tony was extremely annoyed at Steve’s antics. “Whatever,”

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Peter waddled into his father’s lab, one question mingling in his mind: who are you going as? 

“Daddy, daddy!” He cheered in his little Iron Man costume. Tony turned around to face his son. “Oh. My. God! You’re dressed as a little me!” He squealed at his son’s adorableness. The question that was on Pete’s mind was soon forgotten because of his father’s excitement. 

“Yeah!” He mimicked the hand reupholsters while making sound effects with his mouth, even if he didn’t have the gloves.

“Bud, where’d the Iron Man mittens Pepper gave you go?” Peter flushed in embarrassment, he was hoping Tony wouldn’t find out they were missing. “I might have lost them…” 

Tony sighed. “Aw man, guess we’ll have to get you new ones then,  huh?” The frown on the spider's face turned upwards into a giddy smile again. 

“I had something to ask you…”

“Oh yeah? And what was that?”

“I forgot…” He pondered for a moment. “Oh! I remember, who are you going as?”

Tony chuckled. “Daddy doesn’t dress up for Halloween, sorry Pal,” He picked up the once again frowning Peter and propped him on his shoulders. “But I’ll be taking you and your friend Ted Trick or Treating tonight!” He tried to hype up the little tike again.

“His name is Ned, daddy!” Peter hugged his father’s head. “Is it? Darn, I could’ve sworn it was Ted,” Peter laughed at what he thought was one of his dad’s jokes, when in reality it wasn’t. 

“Common please, daddy… you gotta dress up its Halloween!”

“I betcha no one else in the tower is wearing something, other than your Papa,” Tony tried to spar himself from the embarrassment of dressing up.

“Nope! Auntie Tasha was dressed up as Uncle Clint!” Peter leaned forward so he was blocking Tony’s view with his hair. “Everyone’s dressing up as their Boyfriends.” He said Matter-Of-Factly.

Tony sighed, knowing there was no way he’d get out from dressing up as his boyfriend… Captain America. Not to mention he always thought Cap had the cringiest suit. Ever. Like, why little wings on his helmet? With the giant ‘A’ on the top too? And don’t even get him started on the bright stripes.

“You want me to dress as Papa, don’t you?”

“YEAH!”

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So here the three were, Son, Papa and Dad. Peter and Steve dressed as Tony and Tony dressed as the one and only first avenger: Captain America. In the old fashion suit.

“This is stupid, lets just get Ted-”

“Ned.”

“Ned and go.”

Steve chuckled. “Common, babe, can’t be that bad…” Tony turned to his loving husband. “Your suit looks like a three-year-olds Treehouse Superhero special.” 

“Alright, someones not in the mood for Trick or Treating,” Steve picked up his son, him and Peter both blowing Tony a little raspberry before buckling the smaller Tony in his car seat.

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Once they got Ned, the four were going door to door. Tony stealing some of Peter’s candy while he wasn’t looking.

It wasn’t till later, when they got to the Thomson’s house, that Tony was visibly tired.

Peter rang the doorbell, Star Wars theme pillowcase in hand. A man in a fancy suit opened the door, a little boy in an Iron Man costume like Peter behind him.

“We don’t give out candy.” The man in the suit said with a cold expression. Steve’s happy-go-lucky stare turned into a glare within seconds, this dude didn’t have to be so disrespectful about it. Peter’s still a child for crying out loud.

Before either of the super parents got to say anything, the other little boy dressed as Iron Man spoke up. “Hey! Puny Parker, is that you?” The boy, now Peter knew named Flash, teased. 

This time the Peters parents didn’t even speak, they were just in shock at how ignorant this child was.

“That’s a stupid costume. You don't look anything like Iron Man nor have the gloves to go with it,” 

That was where Tony lost it.

“EXCUSE ME? I HAVE YOU KNOW THAT MY SON IS THE FUTURE IRON MAN AND HIS COSTUME IS TEN TIMES BETTER THAN YOUR POOR COSPLAY! DON’T EVEN LOOK AT MY SON EVER AGAIN-”

Tony was getting pulled back by his husband as Peter and Ned watched in awe. Meanwhile, Flash ran back into his house.

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“Tony, you don’t threaten little children.” Steve took off his fake glasses, scolding the billionaire. “He made fun of our kid, our kid, Steve. Weren’t you upset?” Steve sighed.

“Of course I am, child’s a brat. But that doesn’t mean you can almost kill him,”

“Whatever, we don’t need to go Trick or Treating next year. I’ll just buy Pete candy.”

Karen: Peter, what you're wearing is interfering with you fight-

Peter: RESPECT THE DRIP, KAREN