marvel smuts/fluffs

🚨Room Theif ~ Peter Parker🚨

A/N Long time no see! tbh a part of me forgot this existed but you know what, better late than never

All credits to the original author "oneirataxiahiraeth" on Tumbler

I allowed myself to stop for a moment, taking in the word glares I was receiving from the rest of the team. Everyone just sat around, staring at me way too intensely as I walked into the compound. It was as if they were waiting for me to do or say something. Like I was supposed to say something.

"Are you guys okay?" I asked slowly, watching as multiple stared broke away from me. Like they just couldn't help but not take there eyes off of me at first. "You seem a bit.. off."

"Oh uh, no, we're good, Sorry." Pepper cleared her throat, unable to tear her eyes away from me. Did I have something on my face? I never got so many stares from so many people before. Not even when I looked my worst. Not even when I looked my absolute best. I hitch was a bit insulting now that I think about it.

"Uhm... alright?" I sigh, eyes scanning over the group. Peter invited me out to breakfast this morning and just never showed up. I assumed he just slept in on accident, probably due to the amount of hours he spent patrolling the streets over the past few days. I would've went out to help last night, but MJ said she really needed my help with something so I spent all night with her. Strangely enough, all we did was talk about an existential crisis one of the characters were going through in the masters book shes read. "I'm going to go change."

"You mean like... in your room?" Tony cleared his throat. There was no sarcasm in his voice, just pure concern for me being in my room.z

"Where else would I- are you sure you guys are alright?"

"Yeah, yeah, we're fine." Steve cleared his throat, sending Tony a mean glare as if he's done something wrong. "You know, you should really stay down here with us for a while, y/n. We haven't talked to you in like... forever. Don't be stiff."

"Did you just use modern day slang? You know what, uhm, yeah sure, whatever. Just let me change really quick, and I'll be right down... to talk." I spoke again, noting the weird behavior.

"Wait, no!" Vision stood, quickly from the couch. He seemed out of it for second, before regaining his natural sense of calm. "I mean, wait." He rephrased. "I think you should let Wanda style your outfit for the day. In her room." He smiled, it seemed sweet yet condescending. A scary look he could not pull off at all.

"Why?" I asked, Wanda standing up next to her boyfriend.

"Because your wardrobe sucks!" Her accent making her words sound a bit harsher. My mouth dropped a little, eyebrows furrowing at the confession. "Pretend that I said that a little bit nicer." She cringed at the own harshness of her tone.

"Uhm, yeah, ok... I'll meet you up at your room. Take your time, I have all day." I spoke, trying not to raise suspicions. She was on the same floor as Peter anyways, I'd just stop by his room to make sure he was breath before heading to hers. Both Wanda and Vision nodded, along with the rest of the group who seemed sort of relieved.

I continued walking normally towards the elevator, with every intention of clicking her floor button. But I noticed the stares I was still receiving, like they were watching what I was about to do. I click her floor button, letting the doors close in front of me. For some reason though, a part of me was screaming at me to go to my room. Like something was off, and being in there would reset my balance. So I clicked my floor button. Wanda was only a floor below me, so I just stand on at the first stop, and got off at the second.

And that's when I realized why they didn't want me going to my own room.

The door was cracked open.