Spiderson and Irondad one shots. (Requests Closed)

Elizabeth Rogers

So, remember that character in DC meet Marvel? Yeah... my friend-The one who edited the short four part thing- wrote this. It's her first Fanfic so give her some slack okay? Anyway with out further ado here is the short Story! (P.s. I'm not going to give out her real name. So I'm going to call her Zelda! Because her favorite game is Legend of Zelda!)

So my friend let me edit her DC meets Marvel story and when I was reading it, I read the part where Bucky sent Elizabeth to boot camp after he saw her and Peter making out for two seconds. So this will be the story about Elizabeth’s days in boot camp and afterwards. This is my very first story that I’m wrote! Enjoy! (Abby here hope you guys enjoy!!) - Zelda

          It was another sunny day, which means I’m going to be hot and sweaty again. I don’t get enough sleep, my muscles are dead, and I myself am “barely alive”. Despite my complaints, I still am here, still under the same routine, same food, same exercises. The only good thing is that I’m the best student in the camp.
           “Get up everybody! Change, eat, and then run laps outside! Come on, come on! We don’t have all day!” The officer said, clapping his hands.
            I slowly got out of my bed, stretched, and went to the bathroom to change. Then I ate breakfast, which was an egg and some sloppy, green stuff. “Yumm.” I said to myself. “Five star luxury food.” I ate quickly, and then ran a few laps outside, the officer not giving me time to warm up, but giving me a friendly greeting. Like that was going to make it all better...yeah right.
            “Now Elizabeth,” he always says. “You know I like you here and you’re an exceptional student, but remember it’s your fault that your uncle sent you here, so you might as well have a better attitude about it.”
            It always reminds me of that time that I was underwater, the sheet of metal too heavy for me to lift. Then Peter came in and saved me, bringing me to the surface. I was out of the water, coughing and gasping for air in his arms. Then I looked into his eyes and couldn’t help but grab his neck to pull myself up and kiss him. That’s when Uncle Bucky came in and said, “That’s the final stretch! I knew that you liked him, but I never thought you would go THIS far! You’re only 15! I’m sending you to boot camp! As for you Peter, I’m going to deal with you later!” And with that, he picked me up like a sack of potatoes and carried me off straight to boot camp.
               After some laps, he told us to do independent work. In my frustration, I went to a dummy and punched it, again and again. I gave the dummy two quick punches to the stomach and then an uppercut to the chin. A high kick to the head was followed by a back-fisted attack. My frustration growing, I pull a dagger out of my boot and finished the dummy by cutting off it’s head. “Great.” I said in between heavy breaths, “Another dummy to pay for. Dad isn’t going to be happy.”
                “Grenade!” Someone yelled. Remembering what my dad did, I found it and threw myself on top of it. It exploded, sending me flying through the air. I landed, rolling as I did so. “It wasn’t a test.” I groaned. “But why?”
              “Perfect, just as I planned it would be.” The person said. His voice came from the shadows. “Hello Patriot, we meet at last.”
              “Who are you.” I asked, standing up and holding a high posture, despite the throbbing pain in my arm.
              “I am-uh- Thanos. Yes, I am Thanos, and I am here to fight you.” 'Thanos' said.
              I was shocked. How could Thanos be here... and ALIVE? He didn’t sound like he had a deep of a voice that my dad said he sounded like, but he was here, and wanting to fight me! “Come out, so I can see you!” I called, trying to sound brave.
             “No, you come HERE!” He said. I thought I might as well go and fight him, or he might throw another grenade, or something worse at me, so I ran into my room, grabbed my shield under my bed, and walked slowly into the shadows.
              All of a sudden, a hand grabbed my shoulder and twisted me towards the source of the hand. The other hand was put over my mouth. “Pe-mhmmm?!?!” I said.
              “Shhhh!” Peter said. He slowly uncovered his hand over my mouth.
              “What are you-wait where’s-what’s going on here!” I loudly whispered.
              “I’m here to take you back.” He whispered back.
              “But...what about the boot camp students and officers? They’re going to think I died or something if I don’t come back! I am pretty famous there you know.” I snapped, still recovering from the surprise. “Sorry, I’m just...I got...I thought I was actually going to fight that angry raisin...”
               “It’s ok. But don’t you think that if we go home now, I can write a letter pretending that it’s from your dad saying that he and you defeated Thanos and afterwards he brought you home?” Peter asked.
               “Well we COULD do that but what if my dad finds out? Or worse, my uncle? He would kill you then me. I need to stay here and finish this up. I only have a few days left anyway.”
               After coaxing him a bit more, he agreed to let me stay, but he wanted me to see him right when I got home. I started walking away when I suddenly turned around and gave him a stupid look. “Thanos? Really?” Peter shrugged and walked off. “Out of all people...” I added to myself.
               
(-_-) this is Phil his job is nothing. - Abi

     Flash forward I’m sitting on the couch, falling asleep watching Lilo and Stitch. All of a sudden the door opens and Peter and Bucky walked in. I turned off the tv, rubbed my eyes, and adjusted my Panic! at the Disco shirt.
               “Elizabeth!” Bucky roared, clearly mad at Peter because he was grabbing him by the ear and dragging him inside. Peter had his head down. “Guess what!? Your ‘boyfriend’ was trying to help you escape! He doesn’t deserve to even be NEAR you after this!” Peter was wincing because Bucky’s grip was strong on his ear.
               “But Elizabeth and I aren’t-“ Peter started.
               “Do you think I care about your excuses!” Bucky shouted back.
               I couldn’t stand it anymore. Inside I knew the truth clear as a bell. So I stood up. “Uncle! I love him!” I snapped. “And because I love him I wanted to stay at boot camp so you might be happy and let Peter and I-how do you say it-be together!”
                Bucky was taken back by this bold remark. I mentally gave myself a point. “Well, I didn’t know...I guess I WAS being a little over protective. I didn’t know you loved him THAT much...” Bucky stuttered.
               Peter was speechless. He was surprised at my boldness and didn’t object, but couldn’t speak so he just nodded slightly.
                After Bucky thought for a minute he said quietly, “Well I guess it’s not MY decision on whether two people belong to each other so just... do your thing, I guess.” He finished as he walked out and closed the door.
               “Wow, you are braver than I thought.” Peter said. “Usually I’m brave around anybody, but your uncle is in his own category... I don’t know what to say...”
               “Yeah,” I agreed. “He does try really hard, too hard sometimes. But I would rather that than him not try at all, right? I mean sometimes-"
              But before I could finish, he ran to me and hugged me. His hugs are the best because he’s such a softy. I hugged him back. “I love you.” He whispered into my ear. “I love you too.” I whispered back. Then we unraveled out of the hug and kissed. For how long, I don’t remember, but I do know this, I think we are going to get on Bucky’s nerves for a long, long time.

                           THE END

Author’s note: Hey I was very happy to edit stories but a little afraid to write them because I thought there had to be a plot, theme, and all of that complicated stuff. But my friend, Abby(A.K.A Abs) told me that fan fiction has technically no rules, all you have to do is just write what comes to your head. So I did and voila! A story was born. I’ll miss Abby and really owe it to her for inspiring me and helping me through the minor writers block I had. I’ll miss her so much because I’m going back to homeschool next year. I hope to write another story soon!!!
                                          -Zelda(not my real name; I like nicknames better:D)

And there you have it! A small story from my friend Zelda! I hope you guys enjoyed it and I'll see you in the next one! Bye and Stay Gold~

And yes my Nick name is Abs... Fight me!

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