Infelicity [P. Parker x Reader]

f o u r t y - s e v e n . f i v e

Shoot, I can't believe you guys got this to 10K. I want to thank all of you for sticking around through this whirlwind of a book. About two days ago, nothing was really going my way with my reoccurring hand pains and a violin lesson that afternoon. But all hope was not lost, because you guys made my day. Logging onto Wattpad that afternoon to see 10K just brightened my mood and everything else I had to face that day was a bit more bearable.

In conclusion, I feel it only fit to post a little something in celebration, as well as a way to thank you for helping my days be a little bit better, may it be the reads, the votes, or the comments:

|Ms. Farina Interlude|

Slowly making my way around the kitchen, I went through the motions I've done for many years now. Even though the steps were the same, everything felt different.

It was almost as if everything was too quiet. But I guess that's expected when the secrets of your upstairs neighbor gets exploited.

My fingers worked diligently to dip the lady fingers in espresso before laying them down into the glass dish. Just another tiramisu to go in the freezer for when (Y/N) returns.

If she ever does.

No, we can't think like that.

As if motivated by the thought she could step through that door in any second, my work continued on. I sighed as another lady finger fell prey to the concoction, and worked to sift out the now sodden cookie remains.

"That cookie is about how I feel at the moment," I mumbled to myself with a laugh. "Well, if my thoughts won't break from thinking of (Y/N), let's at least make them good thoughts."

The front door to the apartment complex slammed shut as two figures stood by the now closed door. I had come out of my room when I heard noises from outside, not used to the outbursts; especially one of a child.

Stanley had also come down, also curious about the noise.

"Woulda look at that. We've got new neighbors." Stanley stepped down the last few steps. "Oh shit, that's Captain America. . . and he's got a kid?"

At these words, my head snapped towards the couple. A little girl was resting in the man's arms, head laid on his chest in a state of comfort.

Putting on a smile, I closed the distance between us. "Hello there, my name is Katy Farina. The man behind me is Stanley. We're the two neighbors below you; I'm on the first floor and he's on the second."

Smiling back, the man spoke up. "It's nice to meet you. My name is Steve Rogers, but most people already know that."

"Well that's what you get for being a well-known Avenger."

He shuffled his arms a bit, trying to decide if he could pull out a hand for a shake, before sighing in defeat. The girl was far too comfortable to move.

Moving my attention towards the girl, I asked, "What's your name?"

"(Y/N)." Her eyes drooped just a little, clearly growing tired.

"Beautiful name, beautiful name."

"What do you say, (Y/N)?" Steve asked.

"Thank you." A small smile crossed her lips.

I dusted my hands off on my skirt. "Well, I'm sure you have unpacking to do and she has a bedtime soon, so I'll let you both go. Just know my door is always open and I have enough food for days." I winked at (Y/N). "Maybe a little dessert to your liking as well, hm?"