Only a scar: Doctor Strange x Fem!reader

Chapter 10 - Nightmare

"Give me an update, Pete," you sling an arm over the boy once the day was over. "Snapchat? Instagram? Number?"

"Right, what's the difference?" Peter looked to the team then to you.

"People tend to use one more than the other," Wanda notes.

"Instagram is more social, friends and stuff," Nat starts, "Snapchat is more like flirting,"

"People use it for scandalous conversations considering photos and messages delete after some time," you wink making Peter gag. "God, to think you're Tony's son,"

"What?" Peter does a double take as you hum. "What did you say? What do you mean-?"

"What are you confused about? Scandals or sexting?"

"I- never mind," Peter murmurs as you click your fingers at Tony's glare.

"How would you know that is what those mean?" Vision inquires.

"Personal experience," you cough, looking to Nat who snickers, Wanda sighing knowing the plethora of stories.

"And what about number?"

"You got in, time to plan the wedding, honeymoon, can I be the god mother?" Your words started to make all colour leave Peter's face. "Wow, sometimes I feel like I shouldn't joke about this with you," slapping some colour back into his face lightly, he snapped out of it soon. "Dude, just ask her out for pretzels,"

"Is that enough?"

"You're still in High school, adults take their dates to good restaurants," you fix your gloves absently. "And that's only to get laid,"

"Seriously, L/n?" Steve deadpans.

"Sorry, Captain, this isn't the 40s anymore. People are blunt and you can tell if they want to get in your pants or put a ring on it," you flop your hand only to realize. "Ha, gay,"

"Okay, back to the problem at hand?" Sam gestures.

"Peter or the fact I'm two pineapple slices away from becoming gay?"

"What does that even mean?" Pietro looks to everyone in confusion.

Only a few were able to understand; Nat, Tony, Anna, Bruce, Stephen and you. Though Strange looked slightly done with life as did Bruce. "Let's just say it's good for you... and your partner," Nat whispers, Wanda letting her powers read Nat's mind causing the witch to blink a few times.

"Is that true?" She whispers to Nat, you and Anna.

"Ask Loki," Anna hums quietly.

"Oh god," you hold back a gag of disgust. "I don't want to think about grease between my legs," holding onto Thor for a moment, you pretend to vomit as the group finally realized.

"I'm going back under the ice," Steve mutters as Peter blinks a few times, walking away with a look of trauma on his face.

"Alright, who wants some Shawarma?" Tony claps his hands, nudging Clint who didn't reply. "Barton?"

The Hawk looked to the billionaire and turned his hearing aids back on. "Sorry, I saved myself the pain and turned these things off,"

"Shawarma time!" You yell, pulling your hood over and creating a portal to the car.

"Therapy time!" Peter celebrates with a monotone voice.

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"Wong! We're home!"

"There better be food," he walks in with a scowl.

"Don't worry," Strange held up take away for the sorcerer who's eyes brightened, grabbing the bag and walking off. "If I knew it was that easy to cheer him up, I would have done it sooner,"