Clint: [Slowly Scoots To The Other Side Of The Couch]

Clint: [Slowly scoots to the other side of the couch]

Tony: did you know that when spiders mate, the female usually eats the male

Natasha:

Natasha: I was aware in grade 8.

Zendaya and Val: Dancing With The Stars

Closed until further notice

Villain: *Kills Y/N*

Avengers: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Y/N: *respawns*

Villain: Wtf-

Y/N: Jokes on you, due to Covid-19, hell is closed until further notice. Hela apologised for the incovenience.

Darcy Lewis x Reader WIP

"Darcy's still out there!" You shouted as Sword agents held you back from running towards the Hex. Scrambling your way out of their arms, they failed to keep you from whatever torture Wanda had in store for you.

As you got closer, you noticed Darcy tugging her wrist in an attempt to break the cuffs, clearly getting nowhere with that shenanigan. 

"What are you doing here?" Doctor Lewis looked between the Hex getting closer and you running towards her. "I'm gotta help you," You pulled on the cuffs, doing the same thing she previously did. "That's not going to work!" She snapped. In truth be told, you both were about to get engulfed in what looked like growing abnormal pixels… maybe it wasn't so abnormal considering everything else had happened on this earth.

You stammered for another idea as you watched it swallow up the disintegrating Avenger. "C'mon, Y/N, you gotta run!" She turned to you, concern and a whole 'lotta fear painted her face. 

"Hang on to the car." She looked at you, confused now. Breaking the window, you unlocked the door from the inside. "You're just going to drag me away?" She looked back at Wanda's creation then to you struggling to get into the car quick enough. "It's better than whatever that is eating us both!" 

"It wouldn't eat us both if you would just run!" The car wouldn't start. You got out at the same speed you got in and struggled with Darcy's handcuffs again. 

"Y/N," You looked up to detect how close the Hex now was. Answer: about a meter.

Nuzzling her way into your torso, Darcy hugged you as best she could. There was no way you'd be able to get her out. You hugged her back and sniffled into her hair.

If you make it out you'll remember to ask what shampoo she uses because Darcy Lewis smells like fresh-picked strawberries. 

"I'm sorry, Dar-Dar," Running your fingers through her strawberry hair, you held her right as the Hex absorbed everything on your level.

Spideychelle WIP

Peter wiped his bleeding nose, the blood dripping past his lips down his chin and onto the broken ground. Looking up, he mentally winced at the blade tip pointing in his detection. 

He tried backing up, but his fragile legs couldn't handle holding the rest of his aching body. 

It was cold. Everything was being enclosed in black spots. It felt as if he was underwater.

"NO!" Happy held back tears as well as a struggling Michelle. "No! No, no, no, NO!" Harold grasped Mj by the waist and attempted to pull her back. Failing, Michelle and her sobs ran up towards Peter, the entity that previously stabbed him disappearing.

Michelle threw herself onto Peter, cradling his cold, bloodied face. 

"Please, please, please, no… Peter? Peter, please… c'mon," She sniffed, watching her tears hit his face. 

Watching her tears diluting his blood. 

She refused to let go. She wasn't losing Peter too. She wasn't losing anyone. She couldn't.

It was unfair. Peter was a sixteen year old, he's been through everything. He hasn't even gotten to live out his teenage years.

Michelle Jones x Reader WIP

You walked into homecoming, searching for your wonderful girlfriend. 'Wonderful' as in as soon as you made eye contact with her, she gave you a giddy smile and pulled out her middle finger. 

Rolling your eyes playfully, you lightly jogged up to Michelle. 

"Hey, loser," Stifling a scoff you quickly shot back with your lamest attempt at trash-talking, "You're the loser." Mj raised an eyebrow at your antics. "Hm, alright. But just shut up and leave here with me," You hummed softly, brushing some of her frizzy hair behind her ear. 

"Alright… Loser."