#bit different

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Reaching the gym, you walk up to your personal trainer and give him a high five. “So, this is Pablo, he is the one to thank for these.” You motion to the muscles across your stomach and you flex your arms, unable to take yourself seriously. “But, he is also to blame for my bad moods.” 

Pablo nods, “It’s true, I take all the blame if it means she is in the best physical shape she can be for filming.” 

Resting your hands on your heart, you sigh contently. “He’s just too good to me.” You give him a side hug, only for him to squeeze you tightly before you make a start. “So, what’ve we got today?” You ask, resting your hands on your hips as you glance to Carly and Erin who already look exhausted.

“Okay, we’ll start with a ten minute warm-up, do some cardio and work toward the ropes. Finish up with some boxing and then thirty minutes on the treadmill.” Pablo explains and you fight back the groan, knowing it’s for your own good.

“What the fuck?” Erin gasps, turning the camera on herself as she struggles to hold her jaw together. “You do this, every day?” She asks and watches as you shrug it off.

“Part of the job.” You tell her, laughing lightly as you pat her shoulder. “If you can’t keep up, I won’t blame you. Just do what you can, Pablo is a nice guy to those who don’t pay him.” You kid and Pablo nods along with you. 

As your work out goes on, Carly and Erin collapse down on the gym floor. “I don’t think I can hold the camera up much longer.” Carly groans loudly, both of them are dripping with sweat and panting heavily. “Look, Y/n is still going.” She turns the camera around to watch you, you're still giving it your all despite Pablo pushing you to work harder. 

“I don’t get how she does it, but I am in awe of her strength.” Erin comments as she struggles to sit upright. “After this, we’re getting breakfast, and then heading to set for a few hours.” 

“Grind never stops!” You call out to them both, letting out a heavy sigh as Pablo tells you to carry on squatting. 

“That ass ain’t building itself!” He reminds you. “You wanna fit in that costume, you gotta fill your ass out girl.” He encourages you, helping you laugh through the pain that spreads as your muscles are being worked. 

Walking out of the gym, you slip your sunglasses on and walk with ease whilst Carly and Erin stumble behind you. “How she is walking as if she’s just done a quick jog beats me. I am walking like I’ve been fucked like a ragdoll.” Erin groans as she follows you to your car where you wait for them both. 

“Dave wants to meet with us, that chill?” You ask them and they simply nod. “He’s got a bit of time between meetings to hang out.” They watch as your smile grows at the thought of having downtime with your boyfriend.

“So, Y/n. Why don’t you tell us how you met David then?” Carly questions as she slips into the backseat whilst Erin sets her camera up on the dashboard as you drive away from the gym, nearing your favourite coffee shop. 

You smile to yourself, thinking back to the first time you actually met him. “Well, for those who’re new ‘round here, hi.” You tell the camera with a bright smile. “David and I met when I was doing press for Infinity War. I had a few interviews planned in the same building as he did and we naturally clicked.” 

“Not to mention, David freaked the fuck out when he told us you met,” Carly adds, leaning over from the seat behind you. “he couldn’t believe you were actually in his presence or would spare five minutes to talk to him.” 

A laugh escapes your lips as you think how different it all seems now. “Gotta say I’m glad he did, I couldn’t imagine things without him in my life.” You think aloud, not realising how sentimental the statement is until you hear them both make a sound of awe. 

“Y/n, that’s so sweet.” Erin tells you genuinely and you tuck your hair behind your ear, looking for a distraction.

“Well, he’s my sanity amongst the madness of Hollywood.” 

*

Sitting down for breakfast, Erin lets the camera just run as you curl up next to David and rest your head on his shoulder. Your relationship was pretty lowkey considering you were both pretty big in your professions. When you went official, you knew you didn’t want everyone to obsess over your relationship, that you would remain two separate individuals. But in moments like this, it gave insight to fans how much you clearly adored one another. 

The way you would smile up at David and how he’d squeeze you gently, making you laugh. It was evident you were in love, and that you brought out the best in one another as you sat together. 

“You got time to visit my trailer?” You lift your head up to look at David as he pulls his cap off, ruffling his hand through his hair before he sighs.

You pull away, knowing that sigh all too well. “I don’t think I can today, babe.” He tells you quietly, leaning down and kissing you softly. “I gotta head back.” 

Watching closely, you wave him goodbye as you turn back around, trying to hide your disappointment. “And that is part of the struggle.” You tell both girls truthfully, knowing this is supposed to be an accurate day in your life, not a version that is sugar-coated. 

Carly reaches over, taking your hand in hers as she squeezes it lightly as tears briefly pass over your eyes. “Anyway,” You clear your throat as you pick up your coffee and head out of the cafe. “I better get to set. I’m due to film a few action sequences then I’ll just read my lines ‘til it’s dark.” You list everything off that’s still to happen today, and the girls nod along. 

“Is every day like this?” Carly questions as they return to your car. 

You shrug your shoulders. “Only when I’m filming.” You tell her with a smile. “Endgame is definitely easier than Infinity War was. I guess I can’t say much,” You laugh nervously.

“Oh don’t worry, we’ll make sure this is out once Endgame is.” Erin reassures you and you let out a sigh of relief. “It’ll probably take us that long to edit so it’s fine.” 

“Well, I still can’t say much but, what I am in is intense.” You simply state before sealing your lips and throw away the key. 

“I mean, I have no idea but okay.” Carly states causing you to chuckle as you pull away and head toward the studio. 

*

“Welcome to my trailer bitches.” You pose in front of it over dramatically. “This is where I crash out, rehearse lines and often end up watching TV with Chris.” You explain, giving them a brief tour. 

“Chris as in Evans?” Carly states and you nod nonchalantly.

“Yeah.” You reply with a small smile before collapsing down on your sofa. “I think I’m due in hair and makeup in about five minutes, but make yourselves at home.” You tell them as you rise to your feet. “Unfortunately, this is one part you guys can’t see.” 

“Oh come on.” Erin whines and you shake your head.

“Can’t guys, the Russo’s would have my head.” You joke, but secretly you know it’s true. “I’ll be back in about an hour, just chill.” 

Walking out of the trailer you head to hair and makeup, leaving Carly and Erin to their own devices. “I still can’t believe this is her life.” Erin says quietly, and Carly nods in agreement as her eyes widen. “This is insane.” She laughs lightly, only to be interrupted by a knock on the trailer door. 

“Y/n, someone left you flowers.” They hear a voice call out, and slowly Carly walks to the door and pushes it open. “Oh,” The man stutters, looking to Carly who swallows her tongue back into her mouth. 

“Hi.” She speaks softly, “I’m a friend of Y/n’s,” She’s trying to not stare, but it’s bordering impossible not to. 

“Chris, I think I’ve heard Y/n talk about you guys.” He says with a smile. “Anyhow, can you give her these when she’s back?” He asks and Carly nervously nods. “Thanks.” He pats her arm before walking off, and Carly looks down at her arm before turning to Erin in a state of shock.

“I think I just met Chris Evans and he gave me flowers. I officially win.” 

*

With a loud yawn, you walk back to your trailer. “Hey guys,” You call out as you close the door behind you, kicking your shoes off as you remain in your costume. “I am exhausted.” You laugh lightly, collapsing down between them as they share a look. “What’d I miss?” 

“Well,” Carly sits upright. “Chris Evans brought me flowers. I mean, he brought you flowers that someone left for you.” Carly motions to the bunch of flowers resting on your window ledge.

Uneasily, you rise to your feet and walk over. Buried in the sunflowers is a small letter. Instantly, you recognise the handwriting and smile to yourself. 

‘I’m sorry I can’t always be ‘round to keep you going. but I promise there’s more to come. D x’ 

You hold the note to your chest before slipping it back underneath the flowers. “From anyone we know?” Erin raises an eyebrow to you, watching as you shrug a shoulder, trying to hide your smile.

“Possibly.” You reply coyly before sitting down and shutting your eyes for a while. 

*

“Well guys, we’re going to call it a day as it’s nearly eleven pm and Y/n is still filming.” Erin yawns as they walk out of the filming lot. “I actually had no idea what to expect, but all I can say is wow.” She huffs and Carly nods.

“Yeah, Y/n is a badass and I had no clue this is how much she does on a daily basis when filming.” Carly takes hold of the camera as they reach their Uber. “But I can honestly say my respect for actors has shot up, trying to do their routine is insane.” 

“And maintaining relationships outside of the job too.” Erin adds. “I mean, I know you guys don’t see everything we do, but all I can say is that David and Y/n make each other extremely happy.” 

“Exactly. Anyway, we’ll get going as we have not stopped since Y/n started.” Carly states as she yawns. “I need to go sleep for three days. But we’ll see you on Tuesday.” 

*

“And that’s a wrap for tonight!” You hear a voice shout and you hold your hands up and dance to yourself alongside Pratt. 

“We did it!” He high fives you as you weakly walk out with a few of your cast members, talking about how it went. 

“See you tomorrow, Y/n!” You wave a few of them off as you walk up to your trailer and shut the door behind you, only to see someone sat down. 

Turning your head, you smile softly as David sits there, holding a bunch of red roses. “Told you I had more coming.” He says with a smile as he stands up and moves toward you, wrapping his arms around your waist and bringing you close into his chest. “This okay?” He questions as you nod into the crook of his neck. 

It was an unusual sight for the Avengers to witness. Sure, they’re all outcasts in some form but there was something else about you.

Fury monitored you closely, thinking back to one person who might be able to help you, but he hadn’t sent her a signal since she left. “Stark,” Fury calls out from the doorway to the white room as Tony hesitantly walks away from you.

Tony lets out a heavy sigh as Fury stares at him, waiting for an update. “Hate to break it to you, but kids not cracking. She’s got some kind of power and connection to the Earth but to what extent we’re unsure.” 

The pair watch you through the door as the vines decrease, unwinding from your arms revealing no marks as flowers surround you. “It’s beautiful.” They both turn around to see Peter who stutters as he chuckles lightly. 

“Kid, I told you to go home, your Aunts going to worry and I don’t want the blame.” Tony states as he raises an eyebrow to Peter who struggles to focus on Tony as you remain in view. 

“You see I was gonna go home Mr Stark, but I can help.” Peter looks over to Fury and gulps before proceeding. “We’re a similar age and I’m sure we can get on for a few hours she seems pretty chill and pretty and nice.” Fumbling over his words Tony tries to hide his smile at Peter’s excitement. 

Turning to Fury, Tony nods. “Alright, kid. Two hours, you better get some information for us.” Fury states before walking out of the room, closely followed by Tony.

“I’ll let your Aunt know you’re working late on a project.” Tony sighs as Peter beams to you as your eyes remain closed, blissfully unaware of the mayhem coming your way.

*

Over the course of a week, Peter was allowed to spend a few hours a day with you, slowly earning your trust despite the distance kept between you.

It wasn’t something you wanted, he seemed friendly but you could sense danger with every step he took. He smiled constantly, but you could see the pain underlying his expression, the frown beneath that grin. 

“Who died in your life, Peter?” You ask as you tilt your head, remaining in the same room and creating a bed out of vine and flowers. 

A small sigh left Peters lips as you placed your hand on the ground beside you, feeling his pain rising. “My parents, I was only a kid.” He speaks softly, not wanting to raise his voice as you nod. 

There was still so much to learn but all Peter knew about you was your name, how old you are and where you’ve been kept your entire life. 

You were trained by a secret organisation to enhance the use of your powers, not suppress them like the world was advising people to. For all Peter knew you had no family, no parents to be attached to or anywhere to call home. 

“I’m sorry, Peter. Here, let me show you something.” You spoke up as you rose from your bed, stepping forward as he remained leaning against the door now covered in moss. 

Since you arrived the white walls of the room were slowly becoming decorated with nature to make it feel more comfortable, to remind you of a safer place. No one minded, Tony was purely fascinated. 

Peter steps forward hesitantly as you hold your hand out towards him. “I won’t bite.” You joke, a smile ghosting on your lips for the first time and Peter can feel his heart beating faster, conscious you’ll hear it. 

Gently you take a hold of his hand and place it below yours. Peter watches closely as you close your eyes, focusing on your breathing and the silent vibrations underneath the two of you. 

Within a matter of seconds, a series of vines emerge from the ground, slowly rising up around your leg and up your arm, wrapping around your hand and Peters. He opens his mouth to speak but pauses as a single flower emerges on your hand from the vines as a smile remains evident on your face. 

“Wow.” He breathes as his eyes find yours. 

Peter swears he can see all of the earth in your gaze, the dark depths of the oceans to the rain forest. He smiles back at you as you close your eyes, everything disappearing except his hand still resting in yours. 

“You’re not afraid?” You almost whisper to him as you lower your head, moving away from him and back up towards the bed you made. 

It surprised him to see such disappointment in your expression, fear of not being good enough. “Why would I be? You’re beautiful I mean, it, it was beautiful.” He stutters over his words, mentally swearing at himself but you don’t even seem to notice unlike everyone else. 

“I used to get punished if I stepped out of line, created something for the sake of beauty and not control.” You admit and Peter can feel Tony watching them through the cameras, craving more information. 

Turning his head up to the camera Peter nods before walking over towards you, kneeling down in front of you. “You won’t get punished here, ever.” He speaks softly, resting his hands in yours. “See, Mr Stark and Mr Fury will look after you here, I promise.” 

“Will you?” You ask softly as you glance up, meeting his soft gaze. 

Swallowing the lump in his throat Peter nods repeatedly. “Always. I’ll always be here to look after you, Y/n.”

Neither of you was sure about the reaction that followed, but you fell into his arms, tightly wrapping yourself around him. 

Never had anyone been so caring upon meeting you. Usually, those you met when training were supposed to be afraid of you, but Peter showed no sign of fear, only kindness. 

“Thank you Peter.” You whisper against his ear as he continues to hold you, refusing to let go as vines rise as flowers bloom around the room. 

Peter allows himself to completely let go, he forgets the fact that Tony is watching and can imagine how pissed he is that he allowed himself to lower his barriers. But unbeknownst to Peter, Tony is sat watching with a smile on his face.