Finn

Avengers x reader

Summary: Avengers x reader Christmas head cannons because I am a sucker for the found family trope.

a/n: I tried to get this up before christmas but totally spaced it, so… tale it as a christmas morning gift! I tried to make it as age neutral as possible, so it could totally be teen!reader or not.

The holidays are a tough time for the Avengers.

Most of them have lost family members or friends, and the idea of celebrating anything is extremely difficult.

Tony especially - he always gets gloomy around the Holidays.

He always says something along the lines of, "I don't actually care about this, but its social convention."

Shang-Chi x widow!reader

summary: Shaun sees a new game circling the internet and decides he HAS to challenge his girlfriend to a round.

warnings: violent play fighting, very brief mention/ joke about DV (no actual domestic violence!!), very brief mentions of Shang-Chi and Readers times as trained assassins, sex joke at the very end.

authors note: I have never written any sort of fight scene or action before so this is very new to me, but it had to be done. Also, I requested this idea to another creator here on tumblr before deciding I wanted to give it a go myself. If they write their own version, I’ll tag them so you can read that version as well!

This is from forever ago, but I found it in my drafts and it still makes me giggle. Enjoy.

Zeus: “I said whoever threw that paper, your mom is a hoe.”

Poseidon: “I see you don’t have a lifeguard here at your beach.” “I’m not at the beach this is a bathtub-“

Hades: “YOULL BE A DED SONOFABITCH ILL TELL YOU DAT-“

Hera: “for everytime you don’t yell at your kids, put a quarter in your sock and soon you’ll have a weapon to beat-“

Demeter: “Dad look its the good kush.” “It’s the dollar store how good can it be?”

Hephaestus: “this is why mom doesn’t FUCKING LOVE YOU-“

Ares: “I’ll rip your face off, bitch!” “What did he do?” “He fuckin pushed me -“

Athena: “that is not correct, because according to the encyclopedia of phlphlphl-“

Apollo: “wOw”

Artemis: “go back to sleep, and starve.”

Hermès: “oh my god they were roommates.”

Dionysius: “two shots of vodka.”

turns out the big bad eddie munson has a younger sister… and she’s far less intimidating.

part 1 ?

tw: mentions of chrissy’s death, brief mentions of maxs past, mentions of parental trauma

technically, you’re younger than Eddie.

however, with his super senior status, you’re in the same graduating class

EIGHTY FOUR BABY

you love your brother

how could you not?

he was the first to defend you against anyone, whether it was mean kids at school or your own parents

but, just like any siblings, you needed your space

so even though you were the bass to your brothers guitar, when you got to high school, you went a separate route rather than be in the band

you joined the cheer team, where you became best friends with Chrissy

not so much her boyfriend, who you and eddie both felt needed to be put in his place

“he literally told chrissy she needed to put more effort into her appearance around his mom, as if she isn’t already insecure.”

“that’s fucked up, isn’t it common knowledge chrissy’s ‘the prettiest babe’ in school?”

“aw, does eddie have a little crush on chris?”

he side eyed you, but didn’t say anything other than, “we should egg his car.”

you did.

nobody tell chrissy

dispite his hate for jason

and organized sports

and crowds

eddie showed for every. single. game.

just to watch his baby sister cheer

even if he was hanging out the gym door the whole time

you showed up to some of eddie’s dungeons and dragons meetings as well, just to hear the stories he made up

they reminded you of the stories he would make up for you as kids

you liked his new freshman this year too, they were hilarious

they were dorky and had no shame

like dustin, who would out of pocket talk about his best friend steve harrington

king steve, who ran the basketball team

and was always picked first in gym

and was famous for being the life of the party

steve the hair harrington

who… you get the idea.

so maybeee you had a tiny thing for the freshly graduated guy, who loved everything you and your brother hated

who cares? last you heard, he was dating mikes older sister

nancy wheeler, who was all gentle smiles and soft sweaters and perfect academics and a perfect laugh and brought the best out in him

that is, until one day dustin asked mike, “so is it still safe for you guys to have the sleepover at wills over break, or will nancy and jonathan be swapping spit the whole time?”

jonathan.

not steve.

your ears perked up

not like it mattered, though. steve was graduated.

he probably wouldn’t want to take a senior out, especially not the only cheerleader who actively avoided him for fear of embarrassment his whole basketball career.

you forgot about the conversation pretty quickly, though. only nights later, disaster struck.

you were digging your keys to your uncles trailer out of your bag, when your brother burst through the door and took you to the ground

you screamed, and he slapped his hand over your mouth and begged you to be quite and that you both had to go

through the door, you saw a head of blonde hair on the floor…

he dragged you from the trailer and into the woods

after about a half an hour of running through the dark, you dug your feet in the ground and demanded to know what was going on

the look on your brothers face broke you

“y/n… you have to believe me.” he said, looking deep in your eyes.

“i always believe you ed.”

for the next day, the two of you hide out in his drug dealers garage.

you mourn your best friend

and you are so, so glad your brother dragged you away before you could see her fully

even when something terrible happens to him, he’ll never let it touch you.

you felt terrible for him

you knew how he felt about chrissy

when dustin and his friends came looking for you guys, your feelings about steve were thrown out the window

you grabbed the oar out from under the tarp and came after steve with it, screeching

“WOAH WOAH WOAH,” steve used his dad voice as you bashed the oar into his ribs “TAKE IT EASY- y/n?”

you pointed the oar at him like a spear

you didn’t know he knew your name

still,

“he didn’t do it.”

eddie lept out from the tarp and pushed his way in front of you and grabbed steve by the throat

listen

it was fine to beat him away with an oar

but choke him to death ?

too far, especially since he didn’t seem to be fighting back

dustin pulled eddie off steve

he recoiled back to you, and for a second, you could see the fear in his eyes

steve stared at you while he caught his breath

“what… what the hell is y/n munson doing hitting me with an oar?”

you all stared at him.

“steve,” dustin sighed. “you’re so lucky you’re pretty.”

very pretty you thought

the hair didn’t even move when you were hitting the shit out of him

his eyebrows raised in surprise

“what’re you like… cousins?”

you rolled your eyes

“right… cause the pretty showgirl cheerleader babe couldn’t possibly be my sister, huh king steve?”

there was a heavy tension in the room

steve blushed

dustin, ever the comic relief, pat steve on the back

“hey dude, i didn’t realize till like, two months into hell fire.”

eddie stared at him

“what!” he threw his hands up in exasperation, “she is SO much cooler than you dude.”

“are you shittin’ me?”

“she can do a backflip bro.”

“i can do a back flip.”

“you can do a back flop.” you interject

robin put her hands up “can we please get back to the part about how eddie is wanted by the whole town for a murder he didn’t commit?”

from there on, you and eddie were officially in the group

there was a very brief, very confusing explanation of the upside down

but it wasn’t hard to believe after what eddie told you

you mostly stuck around eddie, and surprisingly, lucas

you recognized him from all the games you cheered

eddie dogged on him for skipping out on his program for the big game the other day

but you told him how glad you were he went

and how “all the freshman cheerleaders were swooning”

he have a tight lipped smile but didn’t say anything, which you thought was weird

until a little later

“hey, i know you meant it with good intentions, but just so you know, lucas has only ever really cared about one girl.”

it was steve

“oh?” you said

steve pushed back some hair from his face and raised his eyebrows in maxs direction

a gentle smile washed over your face, and if steve had fallen for you before, now he was stumbling face first

“so, that’s why she’s being short with him but then stealing glances when she thinks no one can see her?”

steve chuckled. “she’s doing that?”

“oh yeah. that girl can save face though. anytime anyone even makes a move in her direction she makes it look like she’s just ‘browsing the perimeter’ or some shit.”

steve smiled and looked toward his friend, and it was your turn to melt

“yeah, she’s good at that,” he said. his face fell a bit. “she’s been through some shit.”

you felt your own smile drop. “yeah. i guess all of us have.”

and suddenly felt like the biggest asshole to ever walk the earth

your best friend just died

you and eddie lived with your uncle in a trailer because your parents couldn’t take care of you

and now your older brother was on hawkins most wanted list

plus whatever else he doesn’t know about your past

“hey, i know you probably don’t want to talk while we’re trying to save your brother from metaphorically getting burnt at the stake, but… if you ever wanted to like, talk about any of this- or anything else-“

your smile returned to your face

“what, king steve wants to play therapist?”

he cringed at the old nickname, but smiled right along with you

“god no, i can’t even solve my own problems. but… i’ve seen some pretty strange things.”

“oh yeah? like what?”

“those demogorgon things dustin was telling you about?”

“yeah?”

“i beat one with a spiked bat in the beyers living room.”

you stared at him for a moment. “yeah… i don’t think i’m the one that needs to talk.”

he chuckled. “oh just wait till you hear about the russian spies.”

the two of you went back and forth for a while, moving on from horror stories to funny ones

you talked about everything and nothing, and your heart felt lighter than it had in years

eddie watched in the background, shaking his head

abuse explains violent actions, it doesn’t excuse them.

in which reader, the youngest avenger who was taken in by natasha romanoff, and peter parker are tasked with a mission they aren’t sure how to tackle- babysitting Morgan Stark.

a/n: my auto caps isn’t on, so please ignore all my lowercase i’s and sentence starters. we are also going to ignore all of endgame and spiderman no way home here <3

“did you get Mr. Starks text?” peter asks. you don’t even look up from your homework.

“no, what did he say?”

“bug boy and baby widow, in the living room, now.”

“he has such a polite demeanor to him, don’t you think?”

peter snorts as he closes his lap top. “i just hope we’re not in actual trouble.”

“Please. if we were actually in trouble, he wouldn’t have sent a text.” you shove your papers into your back pack before walking over to peter, who was sitting at your desk.

it was nice to have your own room in the compound, you’d never had your own room before. not thay you could remember, anyway. natasha found you when you were ten on one of her missions. you were living on lies and had sticky fingers. every meal, article of clothing, you had stoeln. sleeping on the street scared you, so you learned to break into unoccupied motel rooms and apartment buildings.

homeless people and gangs in the area noticed this, and started bribing you to sneak into the places they couldn’t and steal for them. in exchange, they gave you money and food and protection from muggers and violent addicts that roamed the streets.

natasha was going to leave you. she knew she couldn’t save every child on every mission. but you were being used and exploited, and you didn’t know any better. she waited for you to fall asleep in your “borrowed” motel room, then snuck in and grabbed you. you woke up on a quinjet that night, with natasha there to calm your fears.

you never looked back.

she tried to get you to live with clint and laura, who both welcomed you into their family with open arms, but you were restless on the farm and begged to go to work with clint.

eventually they caved when you snuck your way onto a quinjet, thinking you’d be going to the compound to see natasha, but you actually ended up on a mission that lasted two weeks. the avengers decided to keep you informed after that. none of them wanted to risk the safety of a preteen.

so tony gave you a room in the compound and you stayed with nat. you trained every morning with the avengers and did school online in the labs while tony and bruce worked. when you got older, they took you to charity events and press conferences and political meetings to teach you the depths of being a public hero. natasha held your hand the whole time, walking you through the complexities.

though it wasn’t typical, it was a much better life than the one you came from, and you were grateful. you were wry of peter becoming an “intern” at first. you were the baby of the group and didn’t like the thought of having someone your own age around. but peter actually made your teenage years better.

the two of you quickly became best friends. he taught you about memes and took you out with his friends- he even convinced tony to let you come to public school with him.

now, having him around was second nature.

you pulled peter up out of the chair. “better go see what the big man wants.”

the two of you made your way to the living room. tony was there with sam, cap, natasha, bruce and clint, all dressed in suits. to your surprise, morgan was sitting on the couch coloring in a disney princess coloring book.

morgan adored you. how could she not? you were a real life super hero and you would play tea party with her.

plus, being a little girl and seeing female super heroes was kind of a big deal. she looked up to you. and nat and wanda, of course, but you were her favorite. you were just a teenager, which is wayyy less scary than a grown women to a 5 year old.

you were more of a god than thor in her eyes, and she wanted to be just like you.

“when i send a text with that much hostility i expect some hustle.” tony sassed.

you rolled your eyes. “if you wanted hustle you would have told us the mission was urgent.”

“oh it is. lives are at stake here honey bun.”

you scowled at the nick name. “don’t call me-“

“so what exactly is the mission?” peter interrupted cautiously.

“immediate conference in wakanda with select world leaders about new artificial intelligence weaponry.” Bruce said.

natasha walked over to ruffle your hair. “boring stuff.”

you smiled at her friendly greeting. she looked dazzling. not a strand of hair was out of place, and her eyeliner was sharp enough to slice a finger. leave it to natasha to make a meeting into a fashion show.

“well why did you call us out here? if you told us just to get dressed we would have been ready sooner-“

“ah, no, see, the conference is our mission.” tony interrupted. “your mission is to watch my lovely daughter.”

your heart sank. you loved morgan, but you wanted to be included in the mission, no matter how boring natasha said it would be. “but-“

“no buts, you’ll make her cry.” tony said.

“yeah, come on y/n,” morgan got up from the couch. “you can’t say no to this face.” she proceeded to jut out her bottom lip and stare up at you and peter with her big brown puppy dog eyes, and as much as you didn’t want to, you felt your heart melt just a little.

you knelt down to her level to look her right in the eyes and said: “if you weren’t so small i’d slap that look right off your face.”

“you love me too much.”

god, she sounded just like tony.

“i would trade you for a potato chip.”

morgan gasped and dramatically put her hand to her chest.

peter laughed. “well, i’d trade you for two potato chips, morgan, so i think i’m the better babysitter. ya know, cause my standards are higher.”

the little girl thought for a moment before nodding her head yes, that seemed fair, and dragged peter over to color.

tony clapped his hands and smiled. “well, that settles that! Avengers, roll out.”

the group brushed past you toward the door, all giving sympathetic smiles. nat put a hand on your shoulder as she made her way. “i’ll call you on the way home, alright? you’ll be apart of the debrief. i promise.”

that lifted your spirits. “thanks nat.”

you said your goodbyes and watched her walk out the door. you sighed, then walked over to the table where peter and morgan seemed to be playing hangman. you stood behind morgan, looking over her shoulder at the blank spaces of her sentence, and peters stick figure who was dangerously close to death.

“happy brought pop tarts?”

“YES!” morgan squealed before scribbling in the rest of the letters.

you stuck your tongue out at peter.

peter scoffed. “i could’ve got that easily!”

“please, your man was basically dead!”

“hE HAD ONE LEG LEFT!”

morgan giggled. “shes just smarter than you peter!” she taunted.

“HA!” you yelled. “take that, spider boy!”

“yeah, spider boy!” morgan mimicked.

“okay spider GIRL,” he said, pushing his sleeves up as he stood up. “you’re turning her against me? there’s only one way to settle this.”

he lunged for you, then quickly changed direction and scooped up morgan before sprinting away. “come get your mini minon!”

oh, it’s on.

you took off after them.

morgan’s high pitched laughter echoed through the halls. peter was fast, but he usually used webs to get around. in less than a minute you had taken them both to the ground, careful of morgan’s head. she crawled out of peters grasp and into yours. you threw her up onto your shoulders and yelled “VICTORY!”

peter rolled around on the floor in fake anguish. “oh, great avengers! you have slain me!”

morgan’s laughter was uncontrollable now, rolling through her little body so hard she almost fell off your shoulders.

***

at about 7 pm, morgan decided she had to have a cheeseburger. you and peter knew that tony wouldn’t mind having food delivered to you- i mean, the guy is a billionaire. he wouldn’t mind a thirty dollar delivery. but still, you always felt bad spending his money, and you didn’t want to wait that long. plus, happy was home for the night, and you didn’t want to send the poor man out to deliver the three of you food. you recruited peter to swing to the place a few blocks over.

“i’ll be back soon m’lady.” he said, ruffling morgan’s hair from behind the couch. she waved to him as he opened the window.

“don’t fall off a building!”

you stifled a laugh watching peter brush off her comment. he looked cute with the little blush across his cheeks. “thanks, morgan. i’ll do my best.” he shot a web out the window, waved goodbye to you, and disappeared.

you stood up to close the window before sitting back down next to morgan. “well baby stark, what do you want to do while the boy is gone?”

she put a finger to her forehead, deep in thought, before shooting it out in an AHA! motion. “will you do my makeup?”

you smiled. “of course, princess morgan. give me one sec, okay?” you got up and ran to your room. you grabbed some mascara, a lash curler, the sparkliest eye shadow you owned and a bright red lip. morgan loved dramatics when it came to dress up, which wasn’t surprising, considering who her dad was. you didn’t really have room to talk though, considering your main role model was natasha romanoff.

you skipped back over to a clapping morgan and began applying a nude color to her eyelids. “can you make me look like auntie nat?” she asked, flashing big puppy dog eyes at you. you nodded. “oh yeah, i’ve got auntie nats make up down to a t, buddy.”

you were both quiet for a moment, then she said, “do you think peter will like my makeup?”

“oh, of course honey!” you reassured. you thought it was a silly question. of course peter would like it, peter liked anything morgan did. peters always been an only child. he loved having morgan around and getting to play big brother.

she seemed to like than answer, nodding her head. “i don’t want him to be upset we left him out.”

you chuckled. “i’m sure you can do his make up when he gets back, bug.”

her eyes widened and she pulled away from your makeup brush. “don’t call me that!”

you were taken aback. “wha- why?”

“i don’t want to be a bug! i want to be a spider, like you guys! and bugs and spiders are different, i learned that in school!” she pouted.

your heart melted. “aw morgan-“

she threw her arms up in exhasperation- her rant was not over yet. “he’s spiderman, you’re basically a black widow, i want to be a spider too! how am i supposed to be a spider if you call me bug? huh? riddle me that!”

“okay okay!” you laughed. “you sound like your dad.” you thought for a minute. “you can be ‘the spiderling’, how does that sound?”

she squinted. “hmm, i guess that works for now. until i get bigger.”

you picked your eye shadow brush up again. “well okay spiderling, come back over here.”

she seemed content with her nickname and lean d back toward you. “you know, i like that you and peter are both spiders. it matches cause you’re in love.”

“WHAT,” this time, you pulled away. “morgan, what makes you think peter and i are in love?”

she looked at you with an equally confused face. “well he’s always with you, and you get excited to see each other, and he smiles at you when you’re not looking, and daddy says you’re gunna get married-“

“your dad says what?” you blinked at her.

she clapped her hands together and smiled. “he says that peter talks about you alllll the timeee and he thinks you’re going to get married! and that i’ll get to be your flower girl because peters afraid of him and you love me!” she squealed. “doesn’t that sound amazing?”

you reached down and grabbed the mascara tube. did tony really say that? was peter really in love with you and you were just too oblivious to notice?

to be fair, you were in love with him and he didn’t seem to notice.

“yeah, amazing morg.”

“that’s not my name anymore!”

“well, what’s your name now?” peter came in the door. “aw, did i break up girl time?”

“peter!” morgan yelled, getting up to run to him. she jumped into his arms, almost causing him to drop the bag of takeout. you caught it from his failing grip and set it on the table.

“wow, someone missed me,” he teased. “wow, look at those pretty eyes!”

morgan smiled and closed her eyelids to give peter a better look. “y/n and i made me a new name while she was doing my eyes- i get to be ‘the spiderling’ to match you guys!”

he raised his eyebrows in surprise. “oh wow!” he glanced up at you. “we all get to match now. you an avenger too?”

she sighed. “not yet.”

peter laughed at that, and the sound sent shivers down your spine. you watched him carefully as he set morgan down. “well, spiderling, go grab your burger.”

she ran over to the table where you set the food before rushing off the the couch to eat. “can we watch say yes to the dress?” she asked.

peter looked at you with an eyebrow raised. “i mean, yeah but, why?”

“y/n should look at all the pretty options before HEY-“ before she could finish her sentence you had run over and muffled her face with a pillow, your cheeks turning red. morgan thrashed around before yanking the pillow off her face and turning to you with a fury in her eyes. “what was that for?”

peter walked over, unwrapping his own burger. “why does y/n need to look at the dresses morg?”

you face flushed even darker.

morgan turned back around with a huff. “so she can know what to look for when you guys get married. duh.”

“MORGAN.” you yelled, lightly smacking the top of her head.

“OW, Y/N, STOP IT,” she screamed, tossing her burger aside and throwing herself over the backend of the couch to attack you. the sudden force of her knocked you to the ground. you tried to push her off of you, but she was little and squirmy, and you couldn’t quite get her in your grasp.

when you looked up, peter was grinning down at the two of you. he watched for a moment, just smiling gently. your heart could’ve exploded into a million pieces, watching him watch you like that. then, he reached down, plucked morgan off you, and set her back on the couch. “okay morgs, hand me the remote, i’ll put on say yes to the dress.”

and he did. he didnt say anything about morgan’s comment again, just sat next to her and ate his food. carefully, you sat down on the other side of morgan with your food in hand.

the three of you stayed there the rest of the night, booing the mean moms and critiquing each dress. it was fun, almost mindless, but still…

there was a little part of you that remembered how peter smiled when morgan asked for the show, and how he looked at you…

the two of them fell asleep after a while. morgan had sprawled between your lap and peters, and peters head rested on your shoulder, the way it had a million times before. it felt different this time, though.

at around 10:30, the avengers clambered into the compound, yawning and tugging at their ties, ready for bed. tony pulled morgan from your arms, and said a small, almost too sincere thank you before taking her off to bed.

nat came over and placed a hand on your shoulder from behind the couch. she looked tired in the pale light of the tv. still, she looked happy to see you. “hey kiddo,” she smiled. “i’ve got a lot to tell you.”

you returned her smile, and placed your hand on hers, before glancing at peters curly hair resting on your other shoulder. the smile grew. “i have a lot to tell you too.”

***