The Avengers x Reader Inserts

bandits and mercenaries | peter parker

·         a/n: the true struggles of rpg games and their realistic need for medicines and supplies, based on my experiences in skyrim. also based on me and my own tactics with fights in games. Yes, girls can be good at games, we're not in the dark ages. But I choose a similar route (like I wrote the reader) where I just pummel people until they die. Or I shoot them from a distance. Depends on my mood. I have no strategy (because I have no patience) and it works out fine for me. DO NOT REPOST MY WORK!

·         prompt: (2) "that's the easy part"(I changed the tense)

·         warnings: video game violence, fluff

·         word count: 1.1K

·         music: Steel on Steel by Jeremy Soule

Pensive silence settled between you and your boyfriend, Peter Parker, as you fought your way skillfully through a quest battle in the video game you were playing. You both were very animated when it came to gaming, which made the tension even funnier.

You were always one to sit incredibly still as you concentrated, responding to various dialogue sequences with sarcasm and making inaudible noises whenever you entered a battle (which he found hilarious). Peter would always jump to his feet and bounce on his toes when he was caught in a fight or a high-stakes level and he was always begging the opponent for mercy, like "oh, please don't hit me with that!" and "come on, man, can't we be friends?".

However, since it was now your turn to gain some levels, you both sat stock still on the couch, teetering toward the edge of the leather cushions. You could practically feel the tense anxiety as he sat close enough to bump your knee with his whenever he moved or shouted at the screen in your defense.

Your fingers spastically maneuvered around the controller, dealing out fatal single blows and a barrage of lethal attacks. When your opponents in the foreground had been slain after a hefty toll to your stamina and health, you were met with another party of even stronger enemies pursuing you from the distance. You rushed towards them in a panic, forgetting to fill up on potions and marrow. "Who the crap are these guys!?"

"Wait, you're about to die! You're about to die!" Peter yelled, pointing at the screen.

"No! I am!?" You glanced down at the health bar, which was blinking red, "Crap!"

You halted and pulled up the supplies menu and chose carefully from your potions for the most affective brew. The almost-humorous sound effect of your avatar gulping the liquid down replaced the blood pumping drums of the dramatic battle theme. You would have laughed if your nerves weren't in a knotted mess. You knew it was just a video game, but honestly, what was the fun in not taking it seriously?

When the fight resumed, you were pummeled with two close combat attacks and a wall of arrows pummeled your armor from somewhere above the mountain pass you were scrambling up. "Where did that even come from!?"

"To your right," Peter shoved a fistful of popcorn in his mouth, "they're archers on that cliff."

You sucked in your breath and held it as you did your best to dodge poison-tipped arrows flying at you while simultaneously slaughtering your sword-bearing opponents mercilessly. You took arrow after arrow while trying to dismantle your enemy's shields and pierce their tough armor. When you had finally opened a path to safely execute the archers, you were nearly dead – again.

"Your health is red again!"

"What the crap! What kind of steroids are these idiots on!?"

Once again, you pulled up your supplies and hastily dragged the icon down to the potions. You chose one to combat active poisons that were depleting your health every time you used excessive stamina and armed your weapon of choice with various items to help increase its damage. The heavy drums ensued as soon as you exited the menu and raced up the hill to the archers. You tried to switch between running and dodging, but chose to just sprint up the hill to reach them quicker, even though that meant dodging their arrows as easy.

You let out an anxious groan when you were close enough to start smashing in combos through your controller. Peter watched with amused interest as he studied your tactics for fight sequences – you literally just beat the crap out of people and it always worked. Why hadn't he thought of that instead of memorizing all of those complicated codes and skills?

When you finally killed the last archer and finished up by robbing their marred bodies, you devoured some of the vegetables you had scavenged and drank your last potion to bring your heath bar back into the green. "How were those guys just bandits!? They're never that hard to beat!"

"The first guys outside of that cave were bandits, those guys you just fought were mercenaries,"

"Mercenaries?"

"Yeah, you have a bounty on your head."

"Wait, what? Since when?"

"Remember that guy you stabbed back in that village by the waterfalls? He was their leader. You weren't supposed to kill him. Now they're at war with you and the other guys you work for."

"You've gotta be kidding me! That's ridiculous!"

"I told you not to kill him!"

"I wanted his horse and he wouldn't let me buy it!"

"You can't buy horses off of people; you have to go to the stables."

"Exactly, so I killed him."

Peter's snort-laugh pulled your eyes away from the screen momentarily. You narrowed your eyes playfully, "What?"

"You could've saved yourself so much trouble if you had just bought your own horse. Why didn't you just go to the stables!?"

"Because they were on the other side of the village and they're expensive! I'm saving up for an armor upgrade!"

"You could've stolen one, then."

"Uh, no," you made an indignant face at him, "Ned tried that last week and somebody came and tried to kill him because the farmer hired an assassin. Besides, we both know I'm terrible at stealing stuff. I always panic and get caught."

"Okay then, if you knew bounties existed, why on earth did you steal that other guy's horse?"

"I killed him and then I stole it," you cast your gaze back to the screen and continued your trek back to the cave mouth where your original quest had tried taking you, "I thought I tied up the loose ends."

"With murder?"

"Yes."

When the campfire in front of the cave came into view, you meandered around the bodies of the bandits you had killed from earlier and looted their pockets, taking only their coin and things that could be eaten or sold for a good price. You left the junk behind.

Letting out the breath of anxiousness you had held onto, you sighed with relief, leaning back against the cushions. You had somehow managed to stay alive in both fights with enough potions to get by relatively unscathed in the end. "Thank goodness that's over with,"

"That was the easy part." Peter whispered apologetically.

You whipped your head around to face him, "Excuse me?"

"Yeah, I would go back to town and replenish your potions and get some more food before you go in that cave."

"Oh, for Thor's sake."