Darcy Lewis X Reader WIP

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.

Angus: this is the land of your people

Wanda: this is not the land, this is Westview.

I want to prove a point to a coworker of mine.

Pretend this post is the coronavirus.

If you see this on your dash, just reblog it.

Let’s show them how quickly this virus can spread from just one person.

Peter: I'm depressed

Tony: I got bread

Peter:

Tony:

Peter: I mean... Sure, but how is that supposed to help?

Tony: I DON'T KNOW. I was gonna tell you I got bread but you interrupted me-

Spideychelle Valentines Day Special

Gif not by me

"C'mon dude, just suck it up, walk over to her, and give her the flowers." Ned pestered a flushed Peter. There was no way he could walk over to the most beautiful girl in the world and give her some lame flowers. 

First off, he was nowhere near her cool factor. Secondly, does Mj even like flowers? And third, he was just stalling…

"That's hard, Ned!" He looked between Mj's locker and the exit behind him. "I know… This is just my payback for pushing me to ask Betty out on a date last week," Ned smiled at the thought of his new girlfriend. "That's completely different. Betty likes you, and it's painfully obvious that she'd say yes," 

Ned sighed for what felt like the trillionth time today. "And how was I supposed to know she'd say yes?" Peter stayed quiet for a second before realizing Ned was right.

"See. Now take your chances, it's Friday and most likely the last time you'll see her before Valentine's day," 

Before Peter was given the chance to reply, the bell saved him from being the next drawing in Michelle's crisis sketchbook. 

"Welp, looks like fate said no." Ned protested at Peter's runaway, but he knew that his buddy had spiderman things to do.

~

No one would suspect the one and only Spiderman to have girl troubles. But when you're a huge dork underneath the spandex that-not to mention-has to stay a secret, well, then you're sorta screwed. 

Leave it up to Flash to make Peter believe no one could love his geeky side.

Stumbling on his feet as he swiftly landed on a roof, Peter noticed an oddly familiar figure sitting in the side. He attempted to regain his balance while he made his way over to the entity. 

"Hey," he softly greeted, feet kicking off the edge and looking out at the horizon in front of him. "Hey…, Spidey," It was Michelle. Why would Michelle be here? 

"I- uhh...are you alright?" he asked timidly, still stunned at the sight of Michelle. “No, but that doesn’t matter at the moment,” Sceptical, Peter prepped his next question. “Sure it does, I mean, it should,” Mj just sighed, to her knowledge, spiderman didn’t know her, neither did he care for her feelings. 

“Since when did ‘Spiderman’ care about a teenage girl’s boy troubles,” Well, the answer was never… But he was extremely interested in this particular teenage girl’s love life. “I’ll have you know I’m a teenager myself,” Bad move.

Michelle looked up at him, unbelievingly. “What?” Damn it, Parker, you idiot. “I said… “I’ll have you know I”-” She interrupted his customary ramble. “Woah, woah, woah. Don’t try to cover it up, you said you are a teenager,” 

“Were. I was.” Narrowing her eyes and raising an eyebrow, Mj finally turned to face him. That’s when Peter noticed a bouquet of flowers in her hands. “Flowers?” I guess it was a good thing I didn’t ask her… “You want ‘em?” She motioned the Lillies toward him, mentally begging for him to take them because she had no idea what to do with the flowers later. Probably throw them off the side of this building and cry over how stupid she was to allow herself to even remotely like someone. 

Might as well accept them from her then give them to her… 

Taking the flowers, Peter examined them closely, noticing how perfect they looked, he felt bad. “They were for this boy I’ve liked since eighth grade, but,” her pitch changed to something intriguing, “I saw him around the corner with his best friend holding flowers, pretty certain they were for someone else…” She pressed her lips together into a tight, exaggerated smile.

“How do you know they weren’t for you?” His heart ached at the fact that Michelle liked someone else, but he wasn’t Peter right now. He was your supporting, Friendly Neighbourhood Spiderman. “I’m not sure why they would be for me…” Now, it hurt him that Michelle liked someone else, but what hurt him even more was the fact that she thought there was no reason for someone to like her back. 

His masked eyes narrowed into slits. “There’s plenty of reasons!” Michelle raised another eyebrow at the spider. “You barely know me?” Spiderman doesn't but Peter does. “I know enough by just talking on this roof that there’s a massive list of amazing things about you hidden somewhere in someone’s pocket,” Stifling a laugh, Mj regained herself to quip back at Peter. “If so, then that’s creepy,” 

Peter didn’t fail to notice how he already made her laugh, at least he could make her happy. It was silent for a moment before Michelle said something that instantly stuck with him. 

“His name is Peter,” Peter… Like, me Peter, or a different Peter? “I- What?” To his dismay, Peter’s voice just kept getting higher, it was bound for something he didn’t mean to say to come out. “Like, Peter…?” “Parker…?” She finished his sentence in the same stupid pitch as he started it, clearly mocking him. “What? Do you know him?” That’s when her panic started to settle in. “If you do, don’t tell him! God, that would be so embarrassing…” 

Inside the suit, there were alarms going off in his flushed pink head. She liked him, him. Peter had to clear his throat before he answered, he was so thankful Michelle couldn’t see his face right now. “I don’t know… a Peter,” Michelle hummed.

“What makes you think he wouldn’t like you though…?” I thought it was painfully obvious… “I don’t think there’s much to like about me… I’m a huge dick to everyone, especially him. Which sucks, because whenever I try to have a normal conversation with him I end up acting like a Jerk. it’s not like I try to, I don’t wanna hurt him,” She rambled, her hands flailing around. “Maybe… He likes it,” I do, and I think it’s even cuter because you’re trying to be nice. “Highly doubt it,”

He wanted to hug her close. To be able to let her know that he loves everything about her. From her frizzy brown hair to her jerky insights, everything Michelle did made his heart flutter and it certainly is one of the best feelings out there. (One of the first being the butterflies she gives him)

“Do you ever plan on telling him?” Mj took a deep breath, the many thoughts of what his reaction would be running through her head. “No… I don’t think I will,”

“Well, then you’d never know,”

“I do know, and the answer would be no,”

Her answer was so confident it pained him. “I oughta get going now,” The spider looked up to see Michelle picking herself up off the ground. “Thanks again, give the flowers to someone nice, or keep ‘em, I couldn’t care less,” She gave a small wave and opened the door from the roof to the inside of the building. 

“Bye, Spidey,”