captaindanger
Peter Parker
“you know, you’re starting to sound your age captain.”
the female voice cut the silence thad had previously been filled with steve’s groaning and grunting as he repeatedly punched the red punching bag, currently dangling and ever so slightly swinging in front of him.
the tall blonde reached out a gloved hand to steady the bag, and turned back to glance at natasha. “and how old do you think i am?” he challenged with the raise of an eyebrow.
she paused for a moment, seeming to actually consider his question, but instead popped back with “old enough to maybe need a wheelchair based off the noises you made just from working out.”
steve let out a small laugh and turned all the way to face her, and walked forwards with his arms extended. natasha naturally began to remove the gloves from his hands, as if they’d done it a million times, which, at this point, they must have. steve flexed his fingers and rolled his wrists as natasha crossed the room to put the gloves in the basket they belonged in.
“fury is asking for you.” she stated, dropping the sweaty red gloves into the plastic tin sitting on a table full of gym equipment. “he apparently has a mission for you. i can tell him you’re ready to retire though, if you need me to.”
“i’m old, but not old enough to be croaking on a mission,” steve said. he waited for natasha to walk back to him before they went to the locker corner of the gym together. natasha leaned on a row of navy blue lockers as steve sat down with a towel and began to pat himself dry.
“did he say what the mission was for?” he asked curiously. at the shake of natasha’s head, he sighed and reached down to his water bottle, taking a long drink as his friend continued to speak.
“he didn’t tell me anything other than you may want to dress for the cold and that you’ll be working with someone we’ve never met before. he was pretty adamant about not telling me who.”
steve took a long swallow as he twisted the cap closed on his drink, and held out his hand to natasha. she reached in one of the lockers next to her and tossed him a white tshirt that he then tugged over his torso. “alright then. i guess i’ll let you know how it goes.”
natasha left shortly after, and steve decided to instead take a quick shower before he put on new clothes (a different white shirt and black jeans) and briskly made his way to the meeting location that natasha had told him. it was a meeting room, and it wss currently empty so steve took a seat at one of the vacant seats and waited patiently for the rest of the people involved to arrive.
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amelia was a lot of things in new situations. uncomfortable was the constant factor in every single one, so she was thankful that it was her mom and aunt that were the ones helping her move into the new apartment she was now sharing with some guy named peter parker. she saw the ad online and on a whim decided to respond to it. they had really only texted just long enough to confirm that amelia wasnt a messy slob and that peter wasnt someone who was going to kill her in her sleep, and before she knew it she was moving in.
“hey hun, where do you want your box of figurines?” amelia’s mother, jessica, called out.
“oh, you can set that stuff in my bedroom. i don’t know if peter likes star wars, so i’ll just set up the display in there.”
“you don’t know if the stranger you are about to live with likes star wars?” the judgement from her aunt cheryl’s voice would normally bother amelia, but today it didn’t. she was too tired to care.
“cheryl, it’s fine, plenty of people do this. have you seen the price of houses these days? it’s insane.” jessica cut in.
“it just seems weird that you want to move out when you had your own private bath and room at our house.” the aunt replied. amelia then chose to tune out their bickering and look around the apartment she would now be living in.
it was definitely a little smaller than what she was expecting, but there was still plenty of room for her and peter. the kitchen had just enough counter space, and the living room had a few windows to let in natural light. in true new york nature though, the beautiful sight outside the glass was just more buildings, but amelia wanted independence and with it came everything else. it was a fair trade, if you ask her.
“i mean, do you even know if he’s cute? i-“
amelia whipped her head around and gave a loud “shh” to her aunt. “shut up,” she hissed. “look, it’ll be fine, you guys only live like twenty minutes away, i’ll call you everyday and all that.” amelia was unsure if her roommate was actually here, sleeping in, or if he was out somewhere, but she did not want to risk her aunt making him uncomfortable already.
a few minutes later after dramatic goodbyes, her aunt cheryl and mother were gone. amelia sighed a quiet breath of relief as she shut the door behind them. she loved her family, they were incredibly close, but god they could be a lot.
amelia walked over to the kitchen and glanced at the time on the stove. it was a little before noon. amelia would’ve been surprised at how quickly they got everything in, but she wasn’t at all. being an obsessive type a planner, she had her moving process down to a t and actually started weeks ago. she got rid of things she didn’t need, chose what to keep at her mom and aunt’s house in her childhood bedroom for when she stays there, and even had strategically packed and brought in boxed and totes in a way that would make unpacking so much easier for her. it only took about an hour to unload the truck, and another 30 minutes for her and her mom to convince cheryl to leave without her niece.
whatever. it was still early enough for burritos. amelia began cooking in the kitchen, quietly shuffling around boxes of dishware and the ingredients she laid out on the counter.
the female voice cut the silence thad had previously been filled with steve’s groaning and grunting as he repeatedly punched the red punching bag, currently dangling and ever so slightly swinging in front of him.
the tall blonde reached out a gloved hand to steady the bag, and turned back to glance at natasha. “and how old do you think i am?” he challenged with the raise of an eyebrow.
she paused for a moment, seeming to actually consider his question, but instead popped back with “old enough to maybe need a wheelchair based off the noises you made just from working out.”
steve let out a small laugh and turned all the way to face her, and walked forwards with his arms extended. natasha naturally began to remove the gloves from his hands, as if they’d done it a million times, which, at this point, they must have. steve flexed his fingers and rolled his wrists as natasha crossed the room to put the gloves in the basket they belonged in.
“fury is asking for you.” she stated, dropping the sweaty red gloves into the plastic tin sitting on a table full of gym equipment. “he apparently has a mission for you. i can tell him you’re ready to retire though, if you need me to.”
“i’m old, but not old enough to be croaking on a mission,” steve said. he waited for natasha to walk back to him before they went to the locker corner of the gym together. natasha leaned on a row of navy blue lockers as steve sat down with a towel and began to pat himself dry.
“did he say what the mission was for?” he asked curiously. at the shake of natasha’s head, he sighed and reached down to his water bottle, taking a long drink as his friend continued to speak.
“he didn’t tell me anything other than you may want to dress for the cold and that you’ll be working with someone we’ve never met before. he was pretty adamant about not telling me who.”
steve took a long swallow as he twisted the cap closed on his drink, and held out his hand to natasha. she reached in one of the lockers next to her and tossed him a white tshirt that he then tugged over his torso. “alright then. i guess i’ll let you know how it goes.”
natasha left shortly after, and steve decided to instead take a quick shower before he put on new clothes (a different white shirt and black jeans) and briskly made his way to the meeting location that natasha had told him. it was a meeting room, and it wss currently empty so steve took a seat at one of the vacant seats and waited patiently for the rest of the people involved to arrive.
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amelia was a lot of things in new situations. uncomfortable was the constant factor in every single one, so she was thankful that it was her mom and aunt that were the ones helping her move into the new apartment she was now sharing with some guy named peter parker. she saw the ad online and on a whim decided to respond to it. they had really only texted just long enough to confirm that amelia wasnt a messy slob and that peter wasnt someone who was going to kill her in her sleep, and before she knew it she was moving in.
“hey hun, where do you want your box of figurines?” amelia’s mother, jessica, called out.
“oh, you can set that stuff in my bedroom. i don’t know if peter likes star wars, so i’ll just set up the display in there.”
“you don’t know if the stranger you are about to live with likes star wars?” the judgement from her aunt cheryl’s voice would normally bother amelia, but today it didn’t. she was too tired to care.
“cheryl, it’s fine, plenty of people do this. have you seen the price of houses these days? it’s insane.” jessica cut in.
“it just seems weird that you want to move out when you had your own private bath and room at our house.” the aunt replied. amelia then chose to tune out their bickering and look around the apartment she would now be living in.
it was definitely a little smaller than what she was expecting, but there was still plenty of room for her and peter. the kitchen had just enough counter space, and the living room had a few windows to let in natural light. in true new york nature though, the beautiful sight outside the glass was just more buildings, but amelia wanted independence and with it came everything else. it was a fair trade, if you ask her.
“i mean, do you even know if he’s cute? i-“
amelia whipped her head around and gave a loud “shh” to her aunt. “shut up,” she hissed. “look, it’ll be fine, you guys only live like twenty minutes away, i’ll call you everyday and all that.” amelia was unsure if her roommate was actually here, sleeping in, or if he was out somewhere, but she did not want to risk her aunt making him uncomfortable already.
a few minutes later after dramatic goodbyes, her aunt cheryl and mother were gone. amelia sighed a quiet breath of relief as she shut the door behind them. she loved her family, they were incredibly close, but god they could be a lot.
amelia walked over to the kitchen and glanced at the time on the stove. it was a little before noon. amelia would’ve been surprised at how quickly they got everything in, but she wasn’t at all. being an obsessive type a planner, she had her moving process down to a t and actually started weeks ago. she got rid of things she didn’t need, chose what to keep at her mom and aunt’s house in her childhood bedroom for when she stays there, and even had strategically packed and brought in boxed and totes in a way that would make unpacking so much easier for her. it only took about an hour to unload the truck, and another 30 minutes for her and her mom to convince cheryl to leave without her niece.
whatever. it was still early enough for burritos. amelia began cooking in the kitchen, quietly shuffling around boxes of dishware and the ingredients she laid out on the counter.