Of Love and Lines (MCUxReader)

Twenty Two

"I blame you." Webs grumbled, his voice echoing around the garage.

"Meeeee?" You held your hand to your chest.

"Yes, you! You got me moved to the back of the room! You cost me one of my good noodle stars!" He complained, his voice taking on a whiny tone as he did his best SpongeBob impression.

You dropped your voice, doing your very best Patrick. "Well who cares about a stupid star?"

"Gee, Patrick. It seems like you would care a lot about stupid stars. Considering you are one!"

"Well, fuck you." Your voice actually broke from maintaining the deep timber.

A soapy wet sponge sailed towards your face, and you only just managed to swat it out of the way at the last second, spraying yourself with sudsy water in the process. "Watch it, Webs!" You yelled at Peter.

"Would you please get down from there? I just finished that one." He whined from the next car over where he knelt down scrubbing at the rims.

Stark had put him on car wash duty as punishment for last night. You were actually relieved that Steve was more or less in charge of you, or you would've likely been on scrub duty too. Instead, you got to sit back and relax on the shiny hood of the red Audi, watching Peter go from car to car.

"Damn, Webs. Be it far from me to provide you with silent support." You sassed back.

"Could use a little work on the silent part." He mumbled.

You gasped, grabbing your heart, and dramatically falling from the hood of the car to the ground. "Oh how you wound me."

"Yeah, yeah. Listen, I love you and all but maybe you could take your wounded heart elsewhere. I can't actually get anything done with you around."

"Fucking fine. But don't expect any help with that chem paper later."

"I'm the one that usually helps you, Sparks." He called after your retreating form.

"Same diff." You called back making your way out of the garage hangar.

The path leading back to the main building cut between the garage and the training grounds, wrapping around a few small garden beds.

Because the Avengers needed to maintain a certain level of aesthetic or some bullshit like that. Metal Head was definitely extra.

"Chirp."

You froze when the soft sound reached your ears, waiting for the next that would surely follow.

"Chirp."

Following the sound, you stepped into the mulch and bent down over a bush that had been cut in the shape of a cube like something straight from Minecraft.

"Chirp."

The cricket sat perched just underneath the trunk of the bush. Reaching out you snatched your hands together on top of it.

"Got ya!" You shouted when you felt the tiny creature jump about in your closed fists.

"What are you doing?"

Screeching, you jumped around and came face to face with Mischief. The god was bent over, curiously inspecting your hands which you quickly maneuvered behind your back, careful not to drop the treasure within.

"Nothing." Your voice was clipped suspiciously.

Loke raised an eyebrow.

You sighed, then smiled when an idea formed in your head. "Hey. Can you keep a secret?"