pov- imagines

CRY- AVENGERS

a/n: so i forgot to post it the other day lol, and rereading: I HATE IT DKJSD
pairings: platonic!avengers x reader, peter parker x reader
warnings: period
about: y/n cannot stop crying

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y/n sat in the middle of her bed, eyes red and swollen and lip jutting out in a pathetic pout as she attempted to hold back tears.

at some point, she realized it was hopeless, but, considering she was tony stark's daughter and lived with the most stubborn people in the world, she refused to give in.

it was idiotic, really, but she was hormonal and a stark and she wouldn't give in, even if it was stupid.

she hadn't moved from her room for two days, only surviving off of the food she left in her room and the fact her dad and the others, including her boyfriend, had been on a mission without her- which, by the way, did not do much good to her already pitiful state.

her family had already come back, and she was pleasantly surprised at the fact nobody had come up yet, seeing as she lived with possibly the nosiest man ever, and a mind reader. she was glad, though, because she was sure the moment someone would find her in her sad room, covered with tissues and in crumpled, tear stained clothing, they would overreact. it was in their blood, really.

she knew she should clean up, both herself and her room, but she couldn't bring herself to drag herself out of bed, which made her feel useless, thus making her feel worse.

god, she really couldn't believe the same girl who was here, making a y/n sized hole in her bed was the same y/n who would stomp on a man's face without so much as a thought.

she sighed loudly, throwing her arm over her face and mumbling incoherent things even she couldn't understand.

"miss stark, your father is requesting you to the kitchen to eat," friday informed her, breaking the silence, and making y/n groan loudly, "tell him i'm not hungry."

there was a small pause, and friday beeped back. "mister stark says, and i quote," the background noise changed, and y/n realized it was a live recording.

"get down here and cut the bullshit, little stark, you're always hungry."

y/n groaned again, mumbling a fine and literally rolling off of her bed. she landed on the floor with a thud, sighing. "friday, tell me, honestly, how do i look?"

there was an unnatural pause and y/n groaned once again, jumping to her feet and checking herself out in the mirror. she had to agree with friday's long pause, even begrudgingly. her eyes were so swollen and red, she physically cringed, throwing some extremely cold water on her face and wincing.

"ugh," she said, before friday interrupted her. "mister stark is-"

y/n cut her off with a groan, silencing the AI and dragging herself out of her room.

y/n slapped at her cheeks before going into the dining room, attempting to cover up her still blotchy face with her hair, which, of course, didn't work as she wanted, because when does it ever?

y/n trudged into the room, dragging her feet and ignoring her sweet boyfriend, knowing he would know that something was wrong immediately. she wanted to sit next to thor, or maybe even scott, considering everyone else knew her way too well.

unfortunately for her, fate still hates her, and thus made her sit between her father and natasha, in front of wanda. great. an assassin trained to read people, a mind reader, and a father that knew her too well.

"sit down, honey, it's lasagna day, and you know how these animals get," her father cheered, not noticing her yet, too busy staring at the lasagna in rhodey's hands, who gave tony a dirty look (not the lasagna, rhodey). clint's eyes followed her as she walked, making an unsettling feeling sit at the button of her stomach, and, for a reason unbeknownst to even y/n, tears rush to her eyes.

suddenly, vision, from wanda's side, ticked his head to the side. "y/n has been crying," he stated, and suddenly, everyone's eyes were on her. y/n gasped, mouth open, indignified.

"she has!" sam pointed out, staring so deep into her eyes, she thought he could see the back of her brain.

"what?- y/n, why are you crying?" tony started, but didn't let her answer, his eyes bouncing dangerously to peter. bucky, however, beat him to the punch. "what did the spider dick do? i swear to god-" peter shrank into his seat as y/n shook her head, a small pout beginning to form on her lips against her will.

suddenly, her father lunged at peter, and y/n shrieked, melting into peter's own terrified scream at being in iron man's iron grip.

everyone was screaming, and suddenly, y/n's shaking lip stopped, the tears she didn't even know the reason for bulging from her eyes.

she hiccuped, ugly sobs making her shut her eyes, and everything stopped.

y/n heard the sound of natasha slapping the top of her father's head, presumably to push him off of her boyfriend.

y/n pried her eyes open, staring into the eyes of the wide eyed avengers.

"lady stark?..." thor started, a small glimmer of fear in his eyes that made y/n want to laugh and cry at the same time.

"i'm hormonal and i'm sad, and i'm on my period and i can't stop crying because i stupidly decided to watch a stupid movie that i love but it makes me so sad, and all i want is ice cream right now but you won't stop attacking peter and i don't know why everything makes me cry!" y/n sobbed, leaning into wanda's touch as she hugged the crying teen.

steve stared at y/n bug- eyed, blinking owlishly as he exchanged a look with bucky. "bucky bought some strawberry ice cream yesterday, and i'm not really sure why because he hates the cold."

y/n giggled at the stray fact steve had decided to add to his statement, making the man grin, i made her laugh.

"thank you stevie- and bucky, thank you bucky," y/n sniffled, and the two super soldiers smiled, bucky shoving steve to signal for him to get the ice cream- which, y/n had to admit, was the right move.

"i'm sorry my dad attacked you, pete," y/n groaned, almost passing by her dad. "but thank you, dad, for caring enough to attack peter," she giggled, giving tony a quick kiss on the cheek. peter, poor, poor, peter, was gulping, adam's apple moving as y/n tugged him.

"i think you broke him, dad," she sniffed, poking peter in the cheek. tony shrugged, and a small, comfortable moment of silence passed. "can we watch movies and eat in the theater room? thor can drag peter over."