Of Love and Lines (MCUxReader)

Nineteen

"All right my pupils, it's your time to shine."

Peter outwardly cringed at the term, you just sent a dry look Stark's direction where he stood across from you at the side of the mats in the training gym. You and Peter had been waiting around for Steve and Nat, who had taken up sparring with you for the last two weeks in Bucky's wake, for ten minutes. Only for Metal Head to come waltzing in with a smile on his face.

"Wow, don't everybody volunteer at once."

"There are only two of us here, Stark." You pointed out.

"Ahh and therein lies the problem. You see, my little purply friend, the rules state that only one trainee is allowed in the field at a time. Safety reasons, you get it."

You huffed an exasperated breath. "We go out on patrols toget-"

Peter cut you off with a not so subtle bump to your shoulder, keeping you from spoiling your little late night outings. Both you and Stark shot a glare his way, obviously for different reasons.

"Any previous field experience you may have is irrelevant. The rules are the rules."

"You make them, why can't you also break them?" Your argument was fitting.

Stark smiled. "I can. You, however, cannot. Now since a fight to the death is probably off the table, you'll have to rock paper scissors it."

"That's entirely unfair. He's got the tingle thing." You pointed an accusatory finger at Peter.

"Sense, Penn. A spider sense." Webs corrected.

You just barely held back your smile.

"Besides-" He continued. "You can have it."

"What? Really?" The excitement poured from you.

"Yes, really. On the one condition that you never call it a tingle again."

You opened your mouth to agree but he quickly cut you off again.

"And I get to pick next movie night."

Your mouth snapped shut so quickly your teeth clicked together.

It was Peter's turn to grin.

"I get one nix." You countered.

"Nope."

"Come on." You whined.

Webs just shook his head slowly, standing his ground.

"Fine." You muttered through clenched teeth.

Stark clapped his hands together. "Glad that's settled then. Go suit up Peri, team's meeting on the jet in fifteen."

"For being a self-proclaimed genius, you seem to have forgotten one essential piece here. I don't have a suit." Popping your hip out, you tapped your fingers against your waist.

"Think again. You'll find it in your locker in the armory. Try not to ruin it."

With nothing else to say you turned on your heels, grabbing Peter's wrist in the process and pulling him from the room with you.

You practically sprinted the entire way to the armory. Entering the darkened space your eyes were drawn to the backlit cubbies passing over the empty ones labeled Captain America, Black Widow, and Winter Soldier, until you found one clearly, boldly, and brightly labeled Periwinkle. Peter snickered behind you.

"Shut up, Spiderboy." You grumbled back, pointing at his own cubby label.

He only rolled his eyes.

Moving to face your cubby you grinned at the suit you found hanging pristinely. It was almost an exact copy of your sister's. The black nanotech fabric would hug your body, the hood serving to protect your identity. The only difference you saw was in the color. Where Livi's had a slightly blue sheen, yours had an iridescent purple that matched your powers.