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not to mention how they’re the lifelines for other people who enjoy these ships but didn’t have any fics to consume until these tireless writers spent hours or days or weeks or months or years writing about these characters and their relationships, and just shared the worlds they created with their audiences for free.

or how they singlehandedly introduced the ships to new people who would’ve otherwise never thought about these ships before.

how they could just make people fall in love with the dynamics between characters who have little to no canon screentime together.

how they could just make people fall in love with the dynamics between characters who aren’t lovers in canon, characters who don’t indicate any clear hint of romance in canon.

how they see what most fans don’t and how they create such beautiful worlds for these characters are simply insane.

fanfic writers who write for rare pair ships are treasures.

Bucky: Cause of Peter

Sam: What?

Peter: I like spoons better! And I've hurt myself more times then I can count with a fork

Sam: on a fork?

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That's the ask. That's my idea.

" Oh shit! No. Nope. Didn't see anything"

Happy practically shouted as he back out of the door that he just opened to the gym. Seeing Steve and Peter making out in the middle of the boxing ring was NOT on his bingo card this year. Shaking his head he quickly closes the door but not before hearing Peter laugh. Mumbling to himself as he goes back to his room to change back out of his boxing workout outfit. Wait til Tony hears about this.

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Steve has been working out for over an hour already when Peter showed up. Offering him a small smile and nod as he continue to hit the specialty bags that Tony designed for him. After a few more hits, he sees that Peter had wrapped his hands up in gloves for boxing, and was hitting one of the normal bags. Sometimes he hit it hard and it would swing far out, he could catch it. Then he would hit it lighter the next time, tilting his head like he was calculating something before he did a few more hits.

"Want me to get you a different bag? Tony has some that can handle bigger hits, don't have to hold back."

Steve walked over to the ring, bending between the ropes to get into the ring with Peter. Smiling Peter shook his head.

" Nah. Thanks though Cap!"

Chuckling Steve shakes his head and overs a smile.

" Call me Steve. You sure? I know Tony doesn't mind replacing the bags but your not gonna be really working if your not hitting something the delicate"

Peter hit the bag and swings it out toward Steve who catches it.

" It's not about how hard I can hit. Its about how can I control my hits."

He waves his hand toward the bag and then to himself, Steve lets the bag swing back toward Peter, who does a leg kick, then throws a punch.

" I'm strong, and most of the guys I face? Most are just normal guys. Sure some are super baddies that I don't have to hold my punches. But I'm strong."

Steve catches the bag and then pushes back out toward Peter fast, Peter grins and jumps out of the way and lands another kick and punch combo.

"If I can't control and practice holding my punches, I could really hurt someone. I'm the friendly neighborhood Spider-man"

"I'm proud of you"

"What? ack!"

Peter was startled with what Steve said, he got hit by the bag in his surprise. Steve laughs and catches the bag, slowly walking it toward the middle of the ring to it was stationary again. Reaching a hand down, Steve offers his hand to Peter to help him up. Peter stares up at Steve before taking his hand as he stood up.

" Your working to not hurt anyone, putting in the effort not most would… It's something to be proud of. The Avengers are lucky to have someone like you."

Peter blushes a little. " Oh. Well.. umm Thank you? I feel lucky to even be here so like… its great! Everyone has been awesome."

" Want to spare for a bit? Can't always hold back."

"oh! Um sure! "

" Alright, lets work on your stance, your quick on your feet but you need some updated techniques"

So they start throwing bunches, legs kicks, pin the other here, shoving the other there. After a while they are breathing heavy, Peter had already tore a piece of Steve's shirt just moments before. He hand made a quick grab of his shirt to push him across the ring but accidentally kept a hold of the corner of his shirt.

Steve charged at Peter and now they holding each others shoulders trying to shove the other to see who would stumble first. Peter grinned up at Steve

" Can you do this all day Cap?"

Steve shakes his head and smirks back.

" Queens you don't know know what I could do all day"

They stare at each for another moment, and then Steve moves his arms down to lift Peter up. Peter wraps his legs around Steve's waist and moves his hand into his hair. Now that Peter is securely pressed up against him, Steve moves to wrap his arms around Peter, pulling him into a kiss.

Sam and Steve were glancing at Peter before talking to each other quietly.

" You sure you've seen him like this before? He hissed when he sat down. Maybe he is hiding an injury."

Sam nods his head.

" Yeah, it's weird seeing him so zoned out. He was like that before when he went on that mission where he was gone for a couple of weeks. He does like to his hide injuries...."

" Maybe we should tell Bucky"

" Tell me what?"

Steve and Sam looked up to look at Bucky. Steve frowns a little looking at the time it was almost 2pm.

" Still in your pajamas?"

Bucky shrugged and then walked over to the frig, pulling out an assortment of items. Pulling an empty tray out to place items of food on it. He started cutting some pepperonis, some cheese as well. Pulling out some crackers to add to the tray too.

" So what you need to tell me?"

Sam reaches over and steals a slice of the cheese.

" It's Peter. We think he is hiding an injury."

Bucky paused in making the tray. He glanced out toward the living room to look at Peter before looking back down.

" He isn't injured. Doc checked him before he allowed him home."

" Yeah but you know he likes to hide his injuries. He hissed when he sat down. Obviously something is wrong."

Bucky looks up at Sam and then at Steve. He smirks a little, moving to left the tray of goodies.

" This is one of those time where ya always tell me you don't wanna know"

He leaves the kitchen, setting the tray of goodies on the coffee table, then pulls the coffee table closer to the couch so everything is within arms reach. He kisses Peter's temple before sitting next to me, snuggling up close.

Steve frowns a little confused.

Sam blinks then makes a face.

" uuggh no yeah we don't need to know"

"What? What is it?"

Sam gives Steve a look.

" Cap. They obviously went at it like rabbits to make up for lost time"

Steve blinks slowly before he turns bright red.

" Man Shot Down at local Bodega"

" Young Queens Native wins scholarship"

These were articles about him. His family.

Glancing over his shoulder to make sure no one was watching him. He started to quickly flip through the pages. Every article that him or his family were mentioned in was here. Lots of photos. Weird photos. Shot from a distance. These go back to his early days in highschool. Photos of him with his friends, his decathlon events, in the park, leaving the house, different dates over the years.

Oh god, the last couple of photos were from his online dating profile. And one of him going back to his place the other day after the 1st date.

There was a sound and he quickly put the book back.

" All set. Ready to head out to dinner Doll?"

Y'all,,,,hear me out. (Namor x Peter drabble) 435 words

After the Events of NWH, Peter ends up working for shield undercover, after they tracked him (spiderman) down. He ends up working long-term on one of their intel ferrys (think the one that Nat and Steve raid at the beginning of CATWS), and then he hears it.

' I love you. I'm sorry. '

He couldn't go through with the engagement.

He was leaving, and as much as it hurt, he needed to start over. His bags packed, all his personal items already mailed off to arrive at his new apartment across the country.

It was hard to tell someone you love them. But not enough to stay.