Consulting criminal, sound familiar? Well, Y/n L/n took great inspiration from the fictional villain Jim Moriarty. From the young age of 18 she built up her criminal empire until she was untouchable. Until she could do whatever she wanted, get whate...
A second benefit to Stephen's visit was the distancing that it caused between you and Loki. The last thing you wanted was for the god to like you. No, not just platonically but more romantically. You could tell he was starting to but bedding other men drew him further away; good.
Taking a sip of your drink, slumped down on the couch, you saw Peter enter with his hoodie over his face. Suspicious already but his steps and slightly limp nearly made the glass shatter in your hand.
Your violin was taken out soon and you knocked on his door. "I'm busy!" he yelled out, his voice shaking. Brows furrowed, you sigh and start to play Cantina Band on the violin like a song to coax him to come out.
As theorised, he opened the door making you smile and continue. "Can I come in?"
"S-sure," he lets you in, still playing the theme.
"What's wrong?" you sat down on his desk as he fiddled with his hoodie sleeves.
"Nothing..."
"Peter, I don't want you to lie to me, trust me, if you're being bullied you can talk to me,"
"You wouldn't get it..." he mumbled softly, pulling his knees to his chest.
"I do... I was bullied for being different, for not being popular, my mum never cared, my dad was across the globe and my brother was out doing god knows what... but I had people there for me, Mathew, Ally, Charlie, my only friends, they're all dead of course but it helped to talk, to have someone to back you up,"
"You were bullied? But you're so cool! You're super smart and badass!" Peter exclaims.
"Not back then, I feared everyone so I grew so everyone feared me, but don't go down this road, Peter, solve the problem before it grows," you walk forward and kneel by him. "Talking helps,"
"Yeah but it's not a big deal anyways... It doesn't bother me,"
"It doesn't bother you because it's been going on for too long, Peter," you take his hand and pat it. "I don't want to deduce the answers, I want you to tell me, confine in me to help comfort and solve this problem, because I will solve it,"
"Why are you doing this?"
"Because if I was given this support when I was young I could have ended up better than how I am now," you kiss his temple and ruffle his hair. "So lay it on me, Parker,"
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"And... yeah..." Peter's eyes were puffed red, tears wiped away on his stained sweater. Glossed over like porcelain dolls, the blushed and irritated cheeks made him look just like ones in an antique shop. Hair matted up and combed through a few times during silences and moments where he dared not to meet your eye.
"Peter, you're very brave and strong to keep this all in, I'm glad you've told me now so we can deal with it,"
"Y-you won't tell Mr Stark will you?"
"Not until after it's been dealt with, dear, I want this to be on the downlow to stop any attention, I know you don't want other people knowing," brushing off your jacket you stand up. "I will get Anna to set up a meeting with your principal, then I will deal with Flash myself if his punishment doesn't appeal to what I have planned,"
"Don't kill him please!"
"No, no, honey, I won't kill him," you squish his pout and sigh. "Not yet,"
"Y/n!"
"What? I was kidding, pumpkin," giving him a big hug you pull back with a smile. "Now get in your Pj's I will bring you some ice cream and hot chocolate and we can watch some Star wars?"
"You're the best!"
"I do try,"
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"Explain it again," you mumble as Peter and you sat in the living room watching every Star Wars movie. Peter rambled on and on about what you didn't get, explaining plot points and such.
From the kitchen, Loki stood leaning against the counter looking at you. His mug raised every so often to let him take a sip of his tea, eyes admiring the kind and caring manner you held.
This was useless. He tried so hard to get you out his mind! He went on dates with boring women, men, non-binary people, genderfluid, everyone! Yet you were always on the back of his mind like a haunting plague.
Just as he thought you were rid from his head, you walk past with that infuriatingly attractive smug look, mischief in your eyes and always dressed to impress no matter what you wore.
He hated it so much it turned to admiration, fondness, attraction, lust... love.
Had he truly fallen? Or was it just his desire taking a softer turn?
What was the point in keeping up such thoughts? You had expressed liking to other men... disliking for the romantic side.
All ruined by that wretched ex-lover who didn't praise you as a queen like you should be praised. Yet again he wished to show you the good in the world but what would he have to sacrifice to do so. He would give it all but he may not have enough.
And that... that was the true horror of this feeling. What if he had given you his all and yet it was not enough. What if he had confessed his love? Erased your enemies from existence? Bought you a planet? Given up his life? What if he had done this all and still you saw it as worthless?
What if you saw him as worthless?
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