#ofscarlette

Inviting Wanda over wasn’t what Peter had in mind. She was an Avenger for crying out loud and was probably too busy to pay attention to someone who could barely hold it together. Awkwardly pacing from one side of the apartment to the next, occasionally glancing in the direction of the Witch and releasing a faint sigh through parted lips. Okay, Parker. It isn’t so hard. She understands. As much as he wanted to spill evertyhing out on the table, Peter couldn’t find it in himself to speak what he’d been feeling.

memeSend ☂ for a FOOD headcanon.

Peter has an absurdly fast metabolism. He has superpowers and he’s a teenager. Those thing together leave him needing food constantly. However, Peter has a tendency to hyper focus and forget to eat until he’s too shaky to ignore it anymore. That leads him to raiding the fridge and going down to the nearest bodega to get a few chopped cheeses. 

“N-not at all?” Peter felt his heart drop to his shoes. “O-okay...o-okay we can do this, we can figure this out.” He was mostly trying to reassure himself, but it was fine, everything was completely fine. “Your name is Wanda.” He started gently, reaching out to touch her and then thinking better of it, she might not want that after all. “Mine is Peter. I’m your-”

He paused. He wasn’t sure what he was to Wanda, a friend sure, but there’d been some feelings shared between them, but nothing definite. “I’m your friend.” He decided on, because he knew it was true.

Gwen had never thought she would live in the world of heroes. She had always expected to just remain on the fringe of that world thanks to her connection with Peter. She had always watched him with wonder and amazement. She had never thought that she would have to take his place and she wished she hadn’t but with half the universe gone somebody had to do it. So here she was as non- official Avenger. It had seemed that all the heroes left had regrouped with the remaining Avengers and with enough begging and reasoning she got to be included on the promise that she could be back up until they deemed her officially trained. Her powers were still new to her so she spent hours training every day.  She practically lived in the gym at the Avenger compound. 

It was late when Gwen tiptoes into the kitchen in search of something to eat. She had moved into the tower after her mom and brother had turned to dust before her eyes. All that was left of the Stacy family was Gwen and her brother Henry but considering her age they hadn’t allowed her to become his guardian. He was living with his godmother and staying at home had been too painful for Gwen after everything that had happened.  

“You're up late,” Gwen said softly as she made note of the shadow in the kitchen. She doesn’t question why Wanda’s up. They all seem to be haunted by something. “ I’m gonna make breakfast for dinner, want some?” she said turning her back to the other woman as she began to pull ingredients from the fridge. 

The little witch carefully looked the woman once over, admiration in her eyes. Gamora was many things: Tall, fierce, beautiful and passionate; Everything that Wanda wished she could be. A small smile pulled at the corner of her lips. “I don’t think that ‘nice’ is the proper adjective. It does you no justice.” she answered,”You look beautiful and Quill may very well swoon at the altar.”

She adjusted the little coronet of FLOWERS on her head, eyes still UNSURE in the mirror. Lifting the long skirt of her dress, her BOOTS stood out in stark comparison with the white dress. “...I don’t understand how WOMEN wear these things.” Gamora offered, lifting her gaze up to the witch.

A smile toyed on her lips and she blushed, her cheeks going a DARKER shade of green. “Thank you, though...for EVERYTHING. I...I’ve been so lost since Peter and I decided to do this.” She admitted, a little sheepishly. Carefully, she reaches a hand out and SQUEEZES Wanda’s hand lightly. 

        ❛ you’re getting pretty RUSTY. ❜ ben teases, a wicked grin playing on his lips as he circles his ‘enemy’. they’re sparring, keeping themselves sharp and quick in the midst of war. but that doesn’t mean they can’t have fun. ❛ perhaps i should go easy on you. ❜ 

Spider-Man was no stranger to dark alleys. In fact, they made up about 70 percent of his regular patrol spots because thugs were so predictable and always went for the alleys. But if there was something he was a stranger to, that was HYDRA chasing people near his home turf. It was as if they hadn’t heard about him! And frankly? That upset him. It upset him so much he wanted to introduce himself... By punching them in the face. Repeatedly. 

However, seeing Scarlet Witch here kind of changed plans from merely punching them into submission into protecting her. It was simple, from his spot in the roof he fired a web at the nearest HYDRA goon and, with impressive strength, speed and agility, he launched himself at him and slammed the guy into the ground before turning around and staring at her.