#marvel inserts

“Miss me already-” You smirked as you opened the door, the words falling out of your mouth stopped abruptly. Your eyes widened as you realized it wasn’t Peter standing before you.

“Thomas! What are you doing here?” You asked in shock. He’d never been here. Hell, he wasn’t even supposed to know the address.

He pushed his way inside, stumbling slightly. As he passed you, the smell of liquor wafted off of him, assaulting your senses. He placed his hands on either side of your arms to steady himself.

“You shouldn’t be here.” You tried to shove him off.

“Why’d you do it? Why’d you have to ruin everything?” He slurred, his eyes drooping as he spoke slowly.

“What are you talking about?” You asked forcefully.

His hands moved to cup your face. You immediately grabbed his wrists and ripped them off of you.

“I could have given you everything.” He kept stepping towards you, causing you to continue backing away from him. Your hands were out in front of you, acting as a barrier for him to keep his distance.

“I’m not having this conversation with you Thomas. You need to leave.” You warned him although you weren’t sure how convincing your threats were. Your back hit the wall as he closed in on you.

His hands hit the wall next, landing on either side of your head. One moved to slip down and around your waist.

“I just wanted you.” He mumbled into your ear.

You shoved his chest as hard as you could, throwing him off of you. He stumbled back, struggling to maintain his footing. You saw his demeanor shift, he was angry now.

“You never wanted me. You wanted my last name! You wanted an armpiece to impress your father!” You spat, venom in your voice.

He grimaced at the mention of his father, only causing his anger to spike.

A loud bang suddenly came from the window. It drew your attention for a moment, you turned your head with brows furrowed towards the balcony. You couldn’t make out what caused the sound through the tinted glass.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Thomas rushing towards you. Panic consumed you, your fight or flight response kicking in. You pulled your elbow back, slamming your fist into his face before he could reach you. He reached for his nose, blood beginning to gush out, you knew that meant it was broken. As he stumbled back, he slipped, his head slamming into your granite countertops on his way down. His body fell to the ground with a thud, lying motionless.

You slapped your hand over your mouth in shock. What have you done?

“Is he-?” You couldn’t manage to finish that thought. Your breath wavered and your hands shook, as you hoped the AI understood your intent.

“Pulse detected, unconscious, likely concussion.” F.R.I.D.A.Y. said and you breathed out a sigh of relief, “Boss, Mr. Parker is at the door.”

“Let him in.” You whispered, still in shock, staring at Thomas’ unmoving body.

The lock on the balcony door clicked before sliding open. A flash of red and blue moved out of the corner of your eye, rushing towards you. But this time you weren’t afraid. Suddenly you felt warm arms embrace and envelope you, pulling you into his warm chest.

“Are you alright?” Peter asked, gently lifting your head until your eyes met. He looked you over for any injuries.

“I- I thought I killed him.” Your voice shook as a tear rolled down your cheek. Peter cradled your head and pulled you towards him once more.

“What happened?” Peter asked, rubbing your back, trying to soothe you. You pulled away slightly.

“I don’t know. I went to open the door, I thought it was you... He was drunk, he pushed his way in, he wasn’t making any sense.” You tried to explain, Peter nodded, glancing back towards the unconscious body on the floor.

The room was silent for a moment before you gasped

“Oh my god, Peter, you can’t be in the suit. What if he wakes up? He was already suspicious.” You dragged him into your room. Pulling open a drawer on your dresser, you tossed some baggy Stark Industries sweatpants at him. He pressed the spider on his chest as the suit went slack and slid off of him.

You turned your head towards the open door, where you saw Thomas begin to stir.

“Shirt?” Peter asked, your eyes never left Thomas.

“No time.” You breathed out, rushing back into the living room, a shirtless Peter behind you.

Thomas’ eyes peeled open with a groan. His hand moved to touch the back of his head.

“You bitch.” He growled, feeling the sticky wet blood between his fingers as he made his way to his feet.

He looked up slowly, stopping when his eyes landed on Peter.

“Who the hell is that?” He pointed behind you.

“I told you, you shouldn’t be here.” You warned, stepping in front of Peter.

“That’s not the guy from the papers, that’s a new guy.” Thomas tilted his head, he must have been referring to Harley, “You fucking whore.”

You felt Peter ready to launch beside you, and stuck out your arm to stop him. You couldn't let him get involved in this, especially with the investigation going on.

“I won’t ask you again.” You warned, his jaw flexed as he huffed and slowly moved towards the door.

He pulled open the door and stopped in the doorway. He couldn’t just leave, he had to get the last word in. He turned back slowly, only his eyes didn’t land on you, they landed on Peter.

“Fuck her while you can, it’s about all she’s good for.” He smirked and turned as he saw Peter's jaw tighten and fist clench, Thomas slammed the door before Peter could retaliate.

Part of you though Peter was going to run out after him. Another part of you wanted to let him.

“Peter calm down.” You reached for his arm, gently wrapping your fingers around it as he turned back to you.

“Calm down? You’re just going to let him talk to you like that?” He growled, you’d never seen him this angry.

“Look at me,” You placed your hands on either side of his face, “He’s not worth it. He’ll get what’s coming to him, I promise.”

He froze for a moment, before his features softened and he ducked his head, exhaling.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.?” You asked, seeing if the AI had done what you suspected she would.

“Security has already been notified, boss, he won’t make it out of the lobby.” Her thick Irish accent rang through the apartment, Peter looked up to you with wide eyes, and you smiled almost to say ‘See, I told you’.

“Update Entry Authorization to include Mr. Parker.” You smiled at him, rubbing your hand up his arm.

“Done.” She answered.

“I’m sorry.” Peter muttered.

“You have nothing to be sorry about. Now come on, let's get you a shirt... I can’t think straight.” You chuckled, making him smile.

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You sat on the edge of your bed with your legs tucked under you as Peter slipped on the shirt you gave him.

“What made you come tonight?” You asked quietly, thinking how opportune it was that Peter showed up. You weren’t sure what would have happened with Thomas if he hadn’t, and you really didn’t want to know.

“I had a bad feeling.” He answered, ominously.

“A feeling?” You asked curiously, how did he know?

“I get this... I don’t know. It’s like this sensation before something bad happens, like I know it’s coming. I can sense it.” Peter tried to explain.

“You knew something bad was going to happen to me?” Your voice wavered slightly as you asked. If Peter hadn’t shown up, was Thomas going to hurt you?

“I can’t really explain it...I had the same feeling that I had the night of the gala. I just, I couldn’t let something happen to you again. I mean- I know you can handle yourself but-” Peter began to ramble, you reached out and grabbed his arm.

“Thank you, Peter. I’m glad you were here.” You smiled.

Peter moved to pick up his suit that was piled on the ground and began to fold it neatly.

“You know I’m gonna have to put that tracker back in your suit.” You raised a brow, causing him to whip around with wide eyes. Of course you knew what he did.

“Oh, um, ha.” Peter tried to smile innocently.

“You give her a name yet?” You ask with a smirk.

“Who?” He asked with furrowed brows.

“Your AI.” You answered plainly.

“Karen.” Peter admitted, placing the freshly folded suit onto your dresser.

“Cute... Better than ‘suit lady.” You smirked.

“How did you?” Peter’s jaw dropped.

“How do you think I found you?” You raised a brow.

“You went to DC?” Peter asked, surprised.

“I went to Damage Control, then the Washington Monument. Guess I just missed you.” You explained.

“I’m sorry.” Peter muttered, when he realized you must have been driving around all day looking for him. It’s not exactly a short trip to DC.

“You did what you had to do. It was stupid and reckless, but without you your friends wouldn’t have made it.” You said, remembering what you overheard the first responders say earlier that day.

He looked somber, almost guilty, as if the thought had already crossed his mind.

“I’m still mortified your Aunt saw us, by the way.”  You smiled, changing the subject.

“She’ll never let me live that down.” Peter laughed, shaking his head at the memory of Aunt May gushing in the car, giggling like a schoolgirl.

“Should I be expecting an interrogation tomorrow?” You chuckled, but knew it might actually happen.

“Maybe.” Peter smiled.

“She doesn’t know does she?” You asked, softly.

“No, no, it would kill her. Ned’s the only one who knows, and that was an accident.” You nodded as Peter spoke.

You reached for his hand to bring him closer, he took it and you pulled him to you. He stood in front of you, as you sat on the edge of the bed. He moved his hands to cup your face, pushing your hair out of your face and he looked down at you with a smile.

“Is your dad going to kill me?” He asked, half joking, half serious.

“No, I’ll talk some sense into him. And if that doesn’t work I’ll have Pepper slap some sense into him.” You smiled, as Peter brought his lips down to yours.

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You laid in bed, wrapped in Peter’s arms as he gently stroked his fingers through your hair.

“Aunt May’s gonna think I’m a bad influence if you’re always spending the night.” You chuckled, looking up to him.

“I told her I was going to Ned’s.” Peter reassured you.

“What about patrols? Do you say you’re going to Ned’s place or do you just sneak out?” You asked, you’d always wondered.

“No, I wouldn’t want her to wait up worrying about me. I leave after she falls asleep.” Peter explains.

“You never worry that she’ll find you missing?” You raised a brow.

“I guess it’s worth the risk. I’d rather get grounded for sneaking out than let people get hurt each night out on these streets.” Peter shrugged.

“New York doesn’t deserve you Peter Parker.” You shook your head smiling.

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He looked around the silent trees and smiled to himself. Everything being so peaceful was a contrast from the thoughts he had that kept him awake at night. He heard barking coming from behind him and turned in enough time to see a large St. Bernard running towards him. “Woah-” He yelled as the dog jumped up on him, knocking him backwards to the ground in his surprise. He looked up and let out a booming laugh shielding his face as the dog tried to lick all over it. He pushed himself to sit up with his left arm, letting the metal clatter against the pathway. “Hey pal! What are you doing out here alone at this time…” He asked the fluffy gentle giant softly, scratching behind the dogs ears and moving his hand to the collar, trying to read it. “Buddy (y/l/n)…you’re a service dog huh?” He asked again before he heard a woman shouting.

“Buddy! Come on, where did you run off to!” She called out, Bucky leaned around the dog, seeing a beautiful woman, pulling her coat around herself, her (y/h/c) hair being lifted in the night air and her beautiful features worried. “Miss?!” Bucky called out waving his hand. Before he saw the woman’s whole body relax as she began to make her way over. She walked with a slight limp. Her approach made the dog turn and bark at her, “I thought you knew better than to run off!” She laughed at the dog before he turned and began to lick the super soldier again. She cringed slightly and ducked down in front of Bucky behind the dog. “I’m so sorry-he is just really, really friendly.” She said, clipping a leash back to the collar. “No, No it’s fine I love dogs!” Bucky blurted, staring up at the woman as she offered a hand to help him up.

“He ran off to chase squirrels.” She laughed softly, biting her lip as he looked down at her, his right hand still around her left. “Oh-Sorry, I just-I’m Bucky Barnes, nice to meet you, Miss (y/l/n) I’m assuming.” He said pulling his hand away and looking around, “(y/n). It’s (y/n).” She told him, looking down to her dog. “Sorry for this again Sergeant Barnes.” She said to him, “Come on trouble maker.” she tugged at Buddy’s collar.

“Wait! Wait?” He asked her, looking absolutely mystified by her, “You-You know me?” He asked her, pointing at himself, “Learned about you in school.” She chuckled back to him. “You’re in the military?” He asked, before moving slightly closer to her, picking up the dog tags she wore around her neck. “I was. Got an honorable discharge last year.” She nodded, before they began to walk side by side with the dog walking in front of them. “Do you mind if I ask-?” he started, “About the dog or the limp?” She finished for him, with a sheepish smile. “Injured during combat. I lost my right leg.” She explained, “Oh-I’m sorry..” Bucky nodded drawing in a breath, “It’s not that bad, Bucky, I mean I met Buddy because of it.” She indicated to the dog who looked around at them both and barked. “Okay, Okay Bud, Go Play.” She muttered, unclipping the leash again and letting the dog run around ahead.

The two of them going to a bench by the green. “I have to ask, what’s a beautiful woman doing out at-” He checked his watch “-Midnight, all by her lonesome?” He asked, leaning back and slinging his arms over the back of the bench. “Trouble sleeping. Every since I got home.” She nodded, leaning back, tensing as she his arm looking to him, before smiling slightly at him and relaxing, “What’s an Avenger doing out this late?” She returned his question. “I have trouble sleeping too. Unlike you, I don’t have a brave dog to keep me company.” He laughed as Buddy began to chase his tail. “My hero.” She laughed at the creature.

After a while of talking the two got up, being rejoined by the dog and beginning to walk towards the park gates, “I’ll call you a cab.” Bucky told her, “Wait-” She caught his arm before he lifted it completely. Before the two of them were drawn together, Buddy running around them, his leash pulling them closely. “S-Sorry.” She laughed, before Bucky put his left hand up to her face, tucking hair behind her ears, “Don’t be.” he whispered. “Would you want to go out sometime, with me?” She asked before beginning to untangle herself from him. The dog began to bark at him, “-With us?” She corrected. “I’d love to see Buddy again, as long as you’re there too doll.” He flagged down a cab. “Another midnight walk?” She asked him, as he opened the door, “I’m counting on it.” He winked. Before he shut the door after the two.

He smiled after the cab in a daydream, “I forgot to get her number!” He yelled at himself, before nodding. 

"Up you get Doll!" Bucky's voice came through the door along with loud banging. (y/n) reached her hand out from beneath her pillow hitting her beside alarm clock 6AM. She let out a long groan before flipping from her stomach and onto her back looking up at the ceiling for what felt like seconds. "(y/n) get your ass out of bed! It's been five minutes!" Bucky's voice again, more banging this time louder he was clearly using his metal hand now. "Go get Sam!" She groaned slamming her pillow over her head, before she heard the door click and Bucky stepping in.

She turned on her side as she felt the bed dip with Bucky sitting there. "Bucky I swear to god-" She began trying to remain angry, before Bucky moved, laying down next to her, wrapping his arms round her waist and pulling her tightly in, "Come and train with me Doll" He whispered kissing her cheek. She rolled her eyes, he was buttering her up-Bucky Barnes the man who would always get his way. She whispered "Go train with Sam Buck-"

"no."

"You can train with Sam!" She argued with him. Bucky hovered above her, each arm on either side of her head looking down at her, eyes glimmering. "I know, but I just don’t want to, I want you." He begged, kissing her forehead and the tip of her nose. "Fine." She relented.

Bucky stood up looking down at her, "Come on then." He waved his arms at the door. She looked up at him with a mischievous smirk. Making his own smile falter for a second. "Carry me?" She asked, sitting up, tilting her head, "What no! You can walk." He told her, before she shook her head putting her hands on her hips. "I know, I just don't want to."

Bucky sighed "You think you're real funny don't ya'?" He pointed, as she nods, "Both of us can be funny Doll." He dipped down to pick her up, throwing her over his shoulder. "Bucky! No!" She laughed as she was taken towards the training room.