Marvel: Our Sweet Life (Male Reader)

Issue #3

Yo! I.B. here. So, you guys are the best. I mean that. You guys are all really supportive and I just got to say, it means a lot to me. You suddenly opened your eyes to the smell of smoke and destruction. A scent you were all too familiar with.

Your entire body was aching, crying out in pain. Begging you to just stay down and rest. To recover. The wet feeling that was slowly running down the side of your head felt cold. It felt, what happened?

You already know that answer.

You groaned in pain as your forced yourself to your stomach. From there, you used whatever strength you had left to push yourself to your feet. Once you were standing, you finally got the clear picture of what was around you.

Down town Jersey City was obliterated following an attack lead by the Red Skull and his Hydra forces. The Avengers assembled. In the ensuing fight, the Avengers were successfully able to evacuate any citizens still in the area.

Everything around you, it was gone. Destoryed by the blast. You held your arm as you slowly limped through the wreckage. Buildings, machines, homes. All of it was gone. All of it, because of you.

Your radio was fried. You barely even had a uniform left at this point. You were losing some more blood. You could hardly breath. A collapsed lung, perhaps.

You suffered enough injuries to kill a normal person. But you're not normal, are you?

You finally saw something among the debris and destruction. You saw blue. You saw her.

Kamala Kahn.

You moved as fast as you could to get to her. You had to see if she made it. If she survived. She wasn't even supposed to be here. She wasn't supposed to be on this mission. She was supposed ro be gone another day but she came back because of you.

To celebrate.

You dropped to your knees and reached out to her. You called her name but she didn't respond. You could see the blood coming from her ears, her nose. Her injuries were too bad. Too much to heal. You felt the tears start to burn your eyes as you grabbed her and held her. You cried out her name. Even when the others arrived, you held her.

This was your fault. You killed her.

On your birthday, no less.

Our Hell
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Y/N: Now, at what point does a milkman become a mailman?

Nadia: I assume when he starts to deliver the mail, dear.

Y/N nodded in agreement as he held up a letter.

Y/N: Looks like he's a mailman now.

He handed his wife the letter and she read it over.

Nadia: Oh, this is just a notice that he'll be gone for next week. Looks like we're buying milk from the store.

She tossed the letter down in the table and smiled as she walked over to her husband. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck while he placed his hands on her hips.

Nadia: You know, at the Barbecue yesterday, Wanda brought something up.

Y/N: Did she?