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Your Highness

 A/N: So I haven’t written an imagine in so long, so I hope this does justice to the request! Haha feel free to continue sending in drabble prompts or imagine requests because I’m willing to do both! I liked this request a lot!ALSO, IF YOU HAVEN’T SEE CIVIL WAR, THIS CONTAINS POTENTIAL SPOILERS SO PLEASE PLEASE DON’T READ THIS UNLESS YOU’VE SEEN CIVIL WAR OR YOU DON’T CARE ABOUT SPOILERS!! Okay, now that I’ve said that, please enjoy!

Prompt: Anonymous asked: could you write one with bucky x reader, where Bucky comes out of cryo after a few months & he’s kind of getting better then he meets the reader in wakanda because she’s assisting King T’Challa to decorate his palace or something. super fluffy please

You walked down the long hallway, adjusting your skirt. You were in charge of keeping the palace tidy, well-decorated, and up to King T’Challa’s standards. It was a job that ran in your family and you were happy to continue the tradition. When you were younger, your parents had allowed you to run through the long halls of the palace and even play with T’Challa when he was only a child. To say you were close with the King was a bit of an understatement. The two of you were best friends and you had been there for him when his father was killed, like he had been there for you when your parents died protecting his family.

“Excuse me, Your Highness,” a timid voice spoke from behind you. You turned, looking for the King. When you didn’t see him, you looked for the source of the voice. Your eyes landed on none other than Bucky Barnes. He looked nervous and cautious, but also weak. His left arm was missing and he wore only a tank top and sweat pants. “H-hi.”

You looked around, once more, unsure of who he was talking to. “Are you talking to me?”

Barnes nodded at you, weakly. “Yeah, you’re the Queen, aren’t you?”

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Shuri: So we can either bake these cookies at 400 degrees for 10 minutes or 4,000 degrees for 1 minute.

T’Challa: Shuri, no! That’s not how you bake cookies!

Peter: Floor it?

Tony: Peter, no!!

Shuri: HOW ABOUT 4,000,000 DEGREES FOR 1 SECOND?!

T’Challa: SHURI, YOU ARE GOING TO BURN THE PALACE DOWN!!!

Peter: WE’RE GOING TO HARNESS THE FREAKING SUN TO MAKE COOKIES!!!

Tony: KIDS P L E A S E!!!

Imagine Becoming Best Friends With Peter, Despite Being On Team Cap

“Tony, I really didn’t want to do this,” Steve sighed. He looked up at you, and you jumped down from your perch in your own new suit, the force of your landing cracking the ground.

“Oh, come on, this was supposed to be my big idea,” Tony sighed.

“Sorry to disappoint,” you shrugged. With a surge of power, you launched yourself at Spider-Man- a familiar face to you from YouTube- and used your telekinetic field to throw him across the airport, stealing back Steve’s shield and tossing it to the soldier.

“Wow, that was awesome!” Spider-Man said, though he quickly recovered, “I mean…nice moves, but I don’t think you can keep up!”

“I’ve seen you swinging around the city, Bug Boy,” you smirked. “You may be able to handle street-level stuff, but I don’t think you’ve ever met anyone like me.”

“You’re from New York, too?” he asked, swinging out of your reach and trying to shoot you with webbing as you followed with precision and used your field to project the webbing away. “Is that a kinetic energy field?”

“Tactile telekinesis,” you grinned, “it’s super-fun. Almost like flying! So, really, where’d the whole Bug Boy thing come from? I’m curious.”

“Long story, radioactive spiders, I’d rather save it for a rainy day,” he said, managing to land a burst of webbing to your hand and sealing you to the ground. “I’m from Queens, what about you?”

“Manhattan!” you grinned, kicking him hard as Scott grew to giant size and you pulled your arm free. “We should hang out sometime!”

This, you could tell as he swung back around to try and hit you again, was going to be the start of a beautiful friendship.

(For Anon)

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Let Me Show You

Peter Parker X Reader

Written by: Hannah

Prompt(s): Hey! Can you please so a Peter Parker imagine where the two of you are dating and it’s your birthday and the two of you make plans but he ends up having to save the city so he doesn’t show up. And you don’t know he’s spiderman so u get super upset and hurt because you think he blew you off and he ends up revealing he’s spiderman to you. Thank you xx

Notes: This was so cute! Gahh I’ve had this imagine simmering in my mind for a bit now so hopefully it came out ok! Enjoy! :)

Warning(s): None.

(y/n) couldn’t believe their boyfriend had blew them off. It hurt, to say the least. To say the most? It felt like Peter Parker had shoved them off a cliff after countless hours of planning and clearing his schedule just for this day. For (y/n)’s birthday, which he was so excited to go out and celebrate. Or at least it had seemed, seeing as (y/n) sat alone, on their way home on the subway after waiting for Peter until the mall closed.

The tears started as soon as they made it into their room. Suddenly they were there, after trying so hard not to cry in the subway, and it wouldn’t stop. Tears pooled around the corners of their eyes and slid down their red, rosey cheeks as the hurt settled in.

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Peter Parker knew he had blown it big time. It was dark out and he was exiting his room after hastily putting his regular wear on over the Spider-Man costume, making sure to shove the gloves and the mask into his pockets. Despite the moon high in the sky the teenager raced to (y/n)’s house.

He knocked, fidgeting. When their parent opened the door Peter could only stammer a hello before sliding in, running up to (y/n)’s room.

“(y/n)! I’m soooo sorry, I know it’s your birthday- shit I forgot your present- (y/n)- you’re crying- shit I made you cry-”

“Peter just stop! Wh- I-” (y/n) hesitated, not even sure what to say. For one thing they weren’t in the mood to see or even listening to Peter. The couple had scheduled to celebrate this day for almost a month and Peter had made sure to be free. And he didn’t even show up after all that work.

“I-…I’m just- so sorry, (y/n). There was an accident- Aunt May hurt herself earlier this afternoon-”

“What?! No she didn’t Peter, I asked her where you were earlier this evening! And we talked and she was perfectly fine. She thought you were with me, Pete. I don’t- why are you lying to me?”

Peter bit his lip, knowing he was caught. He couldn’t meet (y/n)’s gaze. They were devastated, he had hurt them really bad. And then tried to lie, to save his skin and his secret life as a superhero. Sighing, Peter reached into his pocket before he stopped, finally meeting (y/n)’s angry, confused, and hurt gaze.

“I’ll…I’ll tell you what I was doing, ok? But you have to promise to not tell anybody- and I mean anybody! Ok?”

“Peter-”

“Just promise me!”

“…..Fine, Peter. I promise. I won’t tell anybody. Now what the hell were you doing that was so much more important than spending the day with me as you had scheduled a month for?”

Peter took a deep breath and pulled out the mask, holding it loosely in his hand. He slipped half of it onto his head, while (y/n) cocked an amused eyebrow and watched. The teen superhero quickly tore off his shirt, jacket, and jeans before (y/n) could stop him.

“I’m…I’m Spider-Man, ok? I- I wasn’t with you today because I was fighting Doc Ock again today.” Peter shifted while (y/n) snorted, “Peter- don’t try to pull this shit with me! I know you like Spider-Man but really? Cosplaying and still lying to my face? I’m hurt Peter, I’m genuinely hurt.” They turned away while Peter threw his hands into the air.

“I’m not lying, ok?! I promise- I’m not some cosplaying fan boy! I’m honestly Spider-Man! Look- Just- Look!” He shot a web onto the ceiling and effortlessly swung upside down, swaying as the blood rushed to his head.

“….I’m not lying to you. Do you want to take a swing through the city? I can take you on one. I can go and take you to meet Mr. Stark- no no probably Captain America- he’s more understanding-”

“Peter.” (y/n) stopped and looked at their boyfriend. It was hard to deny the uncanny similarities to the web-shooting hero and the fact that Peter was hanging upside down. But they were just so mad at Peter! Finally, after struggling for an answer, they held out their hand for Peter to take.

“Fine, Pete. Take me for a swing through the city, if you’re really Spider-Man.” Peter grinned at this and pulled (y/n) close. He pressed a kiss to their cheek before pulling his mask down. Easily enough he fired a web through the open window and onto a building.

“Hang on, it might be a little bumpy at first. But I promise I won’t drop you, so don’t worry.” He ensured.

At first (y/n) thought he was joking. This was proved wrong as before they even knew it Peter was swinging them over the New York’s still busy night streets. (y/n) watched the lights go by beneath them, mesmerized at the beauty of it all. Peter smiled beneath the mask, knowing he had won his beautiful and perfect (y/n) back over.

He brought them back to (y/n)’s room fifteen minutes later. He stood, nervous, with his back to the window as (y/n) gently listened to the beat of his heart. They seemed content, holding Peter in their arms.

“….I believe you. I’m sorry, Peter, for yelling. I was just…I was so mad that you weren’t there. I thought you had purposely blown me off.” They whispered. Peter nodded, his mask now back over his head. They swayed softly, “I would never purposely blow you off, (y/n). Know that I would never do that.”

“….Did he hurt you? Doc Ock?” (y/n) finally asked. Peter laughed and shook his head, “No, I’m fine. Besides, he’ll never be able to hurt me the way I felt today, knowing I had let you down. I love you, (y/n). Happy birthday.”

“Thank you Peter. I love you too.”

Between Us - Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: I’m sorry there’s been a big gap between fics, I’ve had a bunch thrown on me within the past few days so I haven’t had a lot of time to write. ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 100 FOLLOWERS!

Request: Hi can I request a Bucky fic where Thor leaves his hammer sitting around and bucky sees it and thinks that hes alone so he moves it without knowing about it and the reader sees and explains to him that he’s worthy and he begs her not to tell anyone? (requested by @attariian )

Warnings: Brief language, mentions of killing(? i guess)

Words: 1036

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