The Mimic - One-Shots

Special invitation (book 3 scraps)

Overview: Y/n, as a beloved ex-Avenger, was invited to a viewing of a brand-new musical in New York. (This would be set after 'Donut shop'. She's not completely reconciled with Peter yet, but she's hoping that this helps!)

Word count: 3,369

Warnings: Bittersweet angst (plus a little throwback from chapter 91 of 'The Mimic', happier times.)

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Rogers: The Musical.

Just like every other Avenger, ex-Avenger, and Avenger affiliate, y/n had been invited to watch the 'hit' musical. She had been invited a long time ago, but life hadn't been particularly kind to her, and watching a musical was the last thing she needed. However, y/n finally decided to take them up on the offer. She didn't know how long she was going to be in New York for, so why not? She had nothing better to do.

Yelena was so busy with her 'job'. The only time y/n saw her were when she stumbled into the hotel room at crazy hours in the morning. Not drunk, just exhausted, and sometimes injured. She never questioned it. She didn't want to. It was very obvious that Yelena was some sort of contract killer, but that wasn't y/n's business.

Her main plan was to be alone exploring New York, and seeing the musical was just going to be another thing to waste time. She used to spend her time drinking, partying, fighting, and finding something to smoke or sniff. That was the 'high life' for y/n and Yelena, but after the John Walker situation, Sam snapped her out of that lifestyle. It wasn't good for her. Of course she wanted to go back to it. Temptation was everywhere, and that was why she made sure that she gave herself things to do. Typical touristy things, which was funny for a person that used to know the city like the back of her hand.

The random kid at the donut shop quickly derailed those plans of exploring alone. She didn't know who he was, yet he knew so much about the fight where Bucky died. He was like a skittish cat when it came to y/n asking him questions about that time, he seemed much happier just being around her. It was like talking to an old friend, yet y/n had no recollection of this kid, but that wasn't going to stop her from trying.

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"Are you sure you want to invite me?"

The pair were sat opposite one another on the packed subway car. Both bundled up to protect themselves from the cold outside, but both also sweating from the amount of body heat in the tiny car. It was currently two-forty-five, and the next show was at three. Definitely cutting it close, but they could make it. Worst case scenario, they could teleport.

As soon as they came to their stop, y/n stood up. She grabbed Peter's wrist with one hand, her other reaching out to grab at something or somebody that wasn't there, but she didn't stop to think about it. "If I didn't want to invite you, you wouldn't be here." Y/n said simply as started to drag the kid out of the subway and into the busy streets. "Besides, I need to be able to rant about this thing."

Peter let out an acknowledging hum as he listened to y/n. Despite her practically dragging him down the busy streets, he still made an effort to trail behind. Not because he didn't want to be seen next to y/n, no. He didn't want y/n to see him. To see the glossy tears in his eyes, his wobbling smile, and the fact that he could barely form words.

When they came to their stop, Peter noticed y/n's other hand. He noticed her subconsciously reach out for somebody that wasn't there. For Bucky.