just some randon writings & ideas

spanish - peter parker

The team sighed. They’d been at the compound for 15 minutes back from a mission and there was already a screaming match going on.

“How long do you think they’ll scream for?” Sam asked wincing as a medic tightened a bandage around his bleeding arm.

“Who knows? But you know Peter won’t last long with someone screaming at him.” says Cap while slowly leaning back onto the couch, holding his side and tensing his jaw in pain.

The team sighs. All of them sitting around the living room that gave them a perfect view of the kitchen where Peter and Y/N were currently screaming even though Y/N was literally bleeding from a GSW in her leg.

“I CAN HANDLE MYSELF PETER! THERE IS A REASON I WAS LET ONTO THIS TEAM!”

“NO YOU DON’T GET IT! I WOULDN’T BE ABLE TO STAND ANYTHING IF YOU GOT HURT OUT THERE! YOU LITERALLY HAVE A GUNSHOT IN YOUR LEG RIGHT NOW!”

“PETER FOR FUCKS SAKE. I AM A TRAINED AGENT. I KNEW WHAT I WAS DOING! YOU ALMOST BLEW THE WHOLE OP. AND THIS DAMN GUNSHOT WOUND WILL HEAL. I’M FINE.”

“YOU ALMOST GOT YOURSELF KILLED. YOU CAN’T BE DOING THAT.”

“IF IT SAVES PEOPLE AND THE OP WORKS AND WE WIN..THAT DOESN’T MATTER. THAT’S WHAT THIS JOB IS ABOUT.”

Tony sighs standing up ready to step in between when Peter opens is mouth again.

“YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE THIS JOB Y/N. YOU AREN’T STRONG ENOUGH.”

The team freezes and Tony’s eyes widen.

Y/N lets out a laugh.

“I’m not strong enough?? REALLY? NO SOY SUFICIENTEMENTE FUERTE?? AY POR EL AMOR DE DIOS. QUIEN CREES QUE ERES? TU NO ERES MI JEFE O MI PAPA! NO SOY SUFICIENTEMENTE FUERTE??!! QUE DEMONIOS??!”

(Trans: I’M NOT STRONG ENOUGH?? OH FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? YOU AREN’T MY BOSS OR MY DAD! I’M NOT STRONG ENOUGH??!! WHAT THE HELL??!)

“I-” Peter is now frozen trying to process what just happened.

“CHINGADA MADRE.”

(Trans: kind of like ‘for fucks sake’ but directly translates to ‘fucking mother’)

Y/N grabs a plate and throws it on the ground, smashing it into multiple pieces. Peter jumps out of surprise because of the plate smashing, her tone, and the language she was yelling in.

She turns around and leans on the counter, her back towards Peter. He could hear her heavy breathing, she was fuming.

“Y/N I-”

“Pete, I think we should go.” Tony finally steps in and he and Peter shuffle away.

“Y/N? You okay?” Thor approaches her.

When he places his hand on her shoulder she breaks.

She crumbles and falls to the ground in a sobbing heap.

Thor sits next to her and wraps an arm around her shoulder allowing her to cry into his shoulder.

Nat rushes over to help comfort her and flags down a medic while Steve follows Tony and Peter.

Tony sighs, “Listen kid. What you said back there, that wasn’t right. We all know she’s strong enough. Hell don’t you remember when you fought her when you guys met at training.”

Tony and Peter chuckle at the memory.

“She would have beat you to a pulp if Nat hadn’t stopped her.”