Daffodils: An Avengers Romance

I Don't Think That's Supposed To Happen

 As Bruce checked over Peter I made a pot of coffee. Leaning against the counter I closed my eyes and held back tears. If anything happened to Peter I was going to go back to Oscorp and make it into my own personal greenhouse.

"Oh my God!" I heard someone shout from Peter's room and I once again found myself running towards it.

"What's going on?" I asked and noticed that all three men were looking at the ceiling. Confused, I also looked at the ceiling and there was Peter.

Peter was on the ceiling. Like, crawling around on the ceiling as if a character from a horror movie.

"Is he supposed to do that?" Bruce asked.

"Nope." I responded as I watched Peter turn his head to look down at us, tilting his head to one side in a very animal-like fashion.

"Peter, hun," Steve called out, "Can you come down here please?"

"I don't think he's all there, pal." Bucky said and I had to agree with him. There was something about him as if he was acting on instinct, like an animal that had been spooked. So there we were just watching as Peter crouched down on the ceiling, just hanging from the tip of his toes and fingers.

"How the fuck am I supposed to explain this to Tony? I am so getting fired." Peter didn't seem to care about my pain as he just sat there, staring at us way too intensely. I had seen something like this before, but it involved an escaped demon and a very traumatized 15 year old girl that will never dabble with witchcraft again.

"Wait, is he possessed?" I asked out loud, causing all three men to give me horrified looks.

"What? Demon and ghost escape all the time!" I defended myself, "Not that I want Peter to be possessed, but he's crawling around the ceiling!" As if to prove my point Peter once again moved over to the corner of the ceiling and stayed there.

"Well, what do we do if he's possessed?" Bruce asked, pushing his glasses up his nose. I thought for a second and ran to my room, grabbing a bottle of ghost blood and a bottle of holy water I kept for... well, situations exactly like this.

Going back to the room I first opened up the container that held ghost blood and held it out to Peter.

"What's that?" Bruce asked as he stared at the neon green liquid. Peter didn't react to it at all and I sighed in relief. Well, it definitely wasn't a ghost.

"Ghost blood," I answered, "Ectoplasm, some call it. If there was a ghost nearby, it would react to it. Something about the energy being pulled to itself, I don't know I slept through that class."

As I put the container down Bruce had a slightly disgusted and shocked look I didn't bother to acknowledge. I then grabbed the holy water and opened it, throwing it a Peter. He hissed and curled in on himself, but it was more out of annoyance than evil demon energy.

"Well, not a demon either." I said, looking at the now wet Peter glaring down at us. He then threw out his hand and I got hit by something stringy. Groaning, I pulled out the white thread that was covering my face.

"What the fuck?" I could hear Bucky whisper as I freed myself from whatever that was, "Did that come out of him?"

As I held a bunch of soft, silky thread in my hands Peter kept glaring down at me. Now, I don't know much about children, but I was pretty sure none of this was normal.

* * *

We finally managed to get Peter down from the ceiling and back into bed, immediately making him into a blanket burrito to keep him from escaping again or spraying anyone with... whatever he was spraying us with. He even let Bruce draw some of his blood, because whatever the fuck was going on needed some serious lab testing.

"I'll call Tony to get permission for the test. I think he'll be very curious about... that." Bruce said as he left the apartment and I was so thankful I would not be the one to break the news to Tony and Pepper that they're son was going through some serious life changes at six.

My alarm started ringing and I realized it was already 7am, the usual time for me to wake up. As I looked around the room to the TV with the movie paused and the kitchen full of coffee and tea cups I decided I was taking today off.

Steve walked into the room, still wearing the dark jeans and black T-shirt he had worn last night, dark circles under his eyes, "Bucky is staying with him in case he wakes up. I'm going to head to SHIELD to meet up with Nat and make my report."

I nodded at him, walking him to the door as he put on his shoes and grabbed his jacket. As he left he leaned over and kissed my cheek, saying a quick goodbye.

Well, that was different. Standing there in front of the closed door I could still feel the warmth of his soft lips as they pressed against my skin.

"What do you want for breakfast, doll?" Bucky called out from the kitchen, apron already on with tattoos peeking out the neckline of his shirt.

Oh, I was fucked.

After breakfast Bucky dragged me to bed and basically forced me to take a nap, which ended up being a lot longer than a couple hours. As I slowly became awake again, I sighed in comfort at how warm I was. There was a comfortable weight against my waist and something smelled really good.

Then I realized that whatever I was lying on was moving up and down- which my bed absolutely did not do. Looking up I saw Bucky's face and realized that I had been lying on his chest, little spooning the shit out of him.

As I stared at his sleeping face I appreciated how nicely his beard was growing in. His long dark hair was a little past his shoulders now and starting to curl at the end. My hand rested against his chest and wow- it was nice.

Bucky was big, built like he fought bears in the mountains for fun. But as I poked his chest I knew that man was pure muscle. He also had the thighs of a god and looked so good in jeans (not that I was looking or anything).

"Are you having fun?" A gruff voice asked and damn, I was saving that voice for my fantasies later tonight. Bucky reached up and grabbed my hand that had been poking his chest. I gave him a smile, resting my cheek back down on his pecs.

"Is Peter still asleep?" Glancing out the window I could see the sun setting and realized I had slept the entire day. That's what happens when the kid you take care of decides to recreate the exorcist, I guess.

"No, he woke up a couple hours ago and Steve came to drop him off at SHIELD. Tony's freaking out." Bucky said and I was very glad I did not have to be there to watch Tony go Ultimate Dad Mode on Peter.

* * *

That night I sent Bucky back to his apartment with Steve, saying I was good for the night. No other possibly possessed children were around to keep me up all night anymore. As soon as he left, I quickly changed and called Strange.

"Dr. Stephen Strange," His constantly annoyed voice answered.

"Are you free right now?" I asked, "If we're doing this it needs to be tonight."

The next thing I knew a glowing, golden portal opened up in my living room and out stepped Strange. He was dressed in blue and red robes that gave off very much wizard vibes. On the other hand I had on flowy, dark blue pants and a black crop top. Now I feel underdressed.

"How exactly are you planning on getting us to the Infinite Realms? That place has been closed for centuries." As he spoke he looked around the small apartment, taking in the blankets on the floor and the messy kitchen.

"When I left a couple years ago King Phantom gave me their personal summoning line. Figured I might as well use it now."

Our grand plan to stop Thor from leveling a small town and going on a rampage was to get King Phantom to open a door to the Dreaming where I would then plead to Dream to help contain Thor and return his memories naturally. Hopefully Dream would listen, he was mercurial at the best of times and downright cruel at worst.

"All right," Said Strange, "Let's do this."

AN: Just finished my first test of the semester! So excited for that to be over with!