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Loki:

It's Okay Darling. It's Okay. - Summary: You feel very overwhelmed and start to have a panic attack, but Loki is there to calm you down.

Peter Parker:

Regrets: Part One - Summary: Your tired of everyone asking you if your fine.

Normal Days Are Nowhere To Be Found - Summary: It was a normal day. Accept for the fact your an Avenger. Also the feeling of doom you have. Something bad was going to happen today. You just know it.

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Summary: It was a normal day. Accept for the fact your an Avenger. Also the feeling of doom you have. Something bad was going to happen today. You just know it.

PART ONE PART TWO

Normal Days Are Nowhere To Be Found: PART TWO

Avengers x Fem!Reader

Summary: It was a normal day. Accept for the fact your an Avenger. Also the feeling of doom you have. Something bad was going to happen today. You just know it.

Word Count: 751

Content Warning: Mentions of feelings of doom

A/N: Hello everybody! :) This is part two. More chapters to come. See y'all soon!

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-PART ONE-

Today is going to be a good day. Today is going to be a good day. Today is going to be a good day.

You decide that you were going to push that “feeling of offness” deep down where there is no sign of light. There are some things that you could control, you just had to focus on them.

“What do I want to wear today?” You asked yourself in the mirror.

Looking through the options in your closet, you settled on a Y/F/C striped shirt, and a pair of ripped jeans. 

Good enough.

After slathering face wash all over your face, and brushing your pearly whites, you decided that it was finally bacon time!

You closed the Y/F/C door to your room, and started down the hall to the common room.

Wait. Peter is probably still asleep.

You two stayed up late last night for an impromptu study session/ platonic sleepover. And knowing Peter, he is almost definitely still sound asleep. And of course, holding the very prestigious title of best friend, it was your job to wake him up. Heehee.

“WAKE UP SLEEPY HEAD!!!” You yelled at the top of your lungs while rapidly banging on his red and white spiderwebbed door.

You heard a loud thump coming from Peter’s room. Then a groan.

“You up Pete?”

After a beat, came a muffled response.

“Yesss…I’m..u.pppp” He yawned.

You giggled to yourself. You walked over to the stairwell, and hopped onto the handle bar sliding all the way down into the common room.

“Good morning Y/N!” Natasha said from her place at the dining room table.

“Morning everyone!” You said cheerfully to everyone in the room.

You heard a bunch of “good morning’s”, and “mornin’s”, and one “pleasant morning were having, as I was told”, from none other than Vision.

Wanda was making breakfast for everybody, with Vision failing tremendously at helping her. Steve was being an old man, and reading the morning newspaper at the dining room table. Sitting across from him were Natasha and Bruce who were having an adorable conversation. Clint, Buck, Sam, and Pietro, (yes Pietro, he's alive in my heart), were playing a very intense game of Mario Kart ™ that involved a lot of yelling and accusations of cheating. You were surprised that you saw Tony this early, but you guessed that he probably got dragged out of his lab for some coffee.

“Good morning Y/N. How did you sleep?” Wanda asked while putting bacon in a pan.

Before you could answer, you heard footsteps coming from the top of the stairs. 

“I slept alright, had some pretty weird dreams.” You said while dragging a bean bag chair to the side of the staircase.

“What kind of weird dreams?” 

“I-”

You got cut off by Peter coming down the staircase the same way you did, sliding down the handle bar. Except for the fact that halfway down, he fell off the bar and landed face first into the bean bag chair. You were amazing like that.

“HA!” Yelled Pietro. Everybody started giggling.

A muffled “good morning” came from the bean bag chair.

Wanda continued, "You were saying Y/N?”

“Yes, um weird dreams. I had one about a shadow-like person, and another one about a timer going off.” Now half of the avengers were listening in on your conversation.

“That is quite strange” said Vision.

“Vision, the eggs!” Wanda exclaimed.

You walked over to where Vision and Wanda were.

“Here Vision, why don't you let me help Wanda make breakfast? You can be an old man and go read the newspaper with Steve.” You took the pan of burnt eggs and threw them away.

“Haha…” Steve said with a stink eye while handing vision another newspaper.

Wanda whispered a quiet thank you. You nodded.

"Wanda, this smells amazing and look scrumptious!"

Wanda smiled.

As soon as you and wanda finish making breakfast, you are summoned by some slightly aggressive racers.

“Y/N! Come over and play Mario Kart ™ so I can beat you again!” Peiro taunted.

“Ummmm…You mean so I can beat you again!” You taunted back.

“As I remember it, I beat you all last time..so..” Clinted replied.

“Whatever you say…”

You put your plate of food down on the table and grabbed a controller. Sitting on the back of the couch, you rolled over to lay on your back.

“You're going to play upside down?” Sama asked.

“It will make things fair between us.” 

Bucky smirked. "Let's do this!"

3…2…1…GOOOO!

The race started.

Normal Days Are Nowhere To Be Found: PART ONE

Avengers x Fem!Reader

Summary: It was a normal day. Accept for the fact your an Avenger. Also the feeling of doom you have. Something bad was going to happen today. You just know it.

Word Count: 741

Content Warning: Mentions of feelings of doom, bullying, abandonment, and murder.

A/N: Hello everybody! :) This is the start of a story I have been wanting to write for a long time. This is part one, and more chapters are to come. See y'all soon!

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-PART TWO-

All bad days start as normal days. It only takes one itty bitty thing to influence the course of events that happens next. One tiny little action that can either build a future, or destroy everything.

It all started on a perfectly normal day.

“Bacon…”

You literally woke up half a second ago, and the first thing that comes through your mouth is the word bacon. No one would expect anything less. To be fair, it was the smell of bacon that woke you up, or as you would put it, “bribing you awake from the comfort of your dreams”.

“Mmm-mm!”

The smell was so enticing and delicious, you could practically take the moth water bacon. You started to drool. But was it worth it to get out of bed? That was a rhetorical question. You knew that if you didn’t get out of bed now, someone, most definitely Steve, would come barging into your room and drag you out of bed. Correction. Steve would come up first and try to gently nudge you awake, but fail almost instantly. THEN Bucky would come up and drag you out of bed. And of course Wanda's bacon was always worth getting of bed for.

Reluctantly, you swiped off your covers, and already regretting your decision, rolled off the bed. Being grateful is not one of your strong suits.

“School awaits. Yay.”

However much you didn't want to get out of bed, triple that for not wanting to go to school. It wasn't because you were bad at school, you actually were really smart, which was why you went to Midtown School of Science and Technology. The problem was those kids. Such awful kids, so mean. You got bullied by some jerks about anything under the sun. You tried to ignore it, but sometimes, you couldn't help it if they succeeded in getting under your skin. Plus, you had this feeling something bad was going to happen today. Weird.

Thankfully, you could count on your best friend Peter Parker. You guys have been friends ever since you both quite literally ran into each other in the hallways of 7th grade. Those awful kids bullied you most about your family. About how your own mother didn't want you. Or about how the only people who did want you died.

The story that was told to you was that when you were born, everything was fine. As you grew up, you discovered you possessed abilities. Powers. You could read minds, levitate things, and more. Your mother didn’t think that was such a wonderful thing. She gave you up to your grandparents. They loved and took care of you, and accepted you for you. The only rule was no powers. They were scared that if someone were to find out about your abilities, people would take you away and do who knows what. They just wanted to protect you. And you did as you were told, or so they thought. In reality, you did use your powers in secret. Helping other people, saving lives, it was great. And someone did find out. That someone was Tony Stark. Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist. Yes, that Tony Stark.

He recruited you to join a team. A team of mighty warriors and heroes. You were officially and Avenger. He also recruited your best friend Peter too. Things couldn't get better. 

Then, one night, your grandparents were murdered.

You blamed it on yourself. It was very traumatic. Aunt May took you in, and the Avenger served as your family. You eventually started to heal. Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, months turned into years. Now it was junior year of high school. Lots of college applications, science projects, scholarships, sleepovers, and internship opportunities. To hide the fact of you being a freaking superhero and were spending a ton of time at Stark Tower, Tony Stark had you and Peter as interns. You couldn't complain, it was awesome.

“Y/N? Are you awake?”

It was Steve. Uhhgg. Okay, you had to get up off the floor and actually function as a normal human being. Yay.

“Yeah, I'm up, Steve!” You yelled.

As you heard his footsteps grow quieter, you begrudgingly hoisted your body off the floor of your room in the Stark Tower. Walking over to your closet, you couldn't shake the feeling of doom from your system. You just prayed, nothing bad actually happened today.

Oh, how so wrong you were.