Tony was wrong but Steve was still kinda right. Literally everything that Tony has ever done has either been to benefit himself or fix something that he fucked up. The only reason he agreed to help reverse the snap is because he felt responsible for Peter’s death. And Tony only did that final snap because it had to be about him.
With all due respect, you couldn’t be more wrong about why Tony did the final snap if someone paid you to try to be even more wrong than you are.
Steve was kinda right at the time, but only at that time, because at that point, Tony was still wrapped up in his own ego, and had never been in a situation where he had to choose between throwing himself on the grenade or running away.
But then the Council fired the nuke at Manhattan, and Tony was the only one who could stop it, and he did it. He had no reason to believe he would survive it, but the survival of millions depended on him being willing to sacrifice his life, so he did what had to be done.
And by the end of the first Avengers, Tony and Steve had both shown each other that their initial assumptions about each other were wrong. And if you had been paying attention, you would have seen that Tony proved you wrong here.
Tony didn’t sacrifice himself because he wanted to make it all about him. Tony sacrificed himself because he wanted his friends, his wife, and his little girl to be safe, and he didn’t want any of them to have to be the one who sacrificed themself to make it happen.
Summary: You’re father is in the military, so you grew up in Europe. Specifically, Spain. You just moved to Derry, Maine, and someone’s taken a liking to that accent of yours.
Warning(s): (Y/H/L) - your hair length, (Y/H/T)- your hair type. Also, a little angsty near the end
***
“America?” You said excitedly, your heavy accent warping the word slightly.
“Si, (Y/N). Maine is up north, but it’s September there so it shouldn’t be very cold.” Your father smiled down at you while your mothers brows furrowed.
“Honey, you have to tell her.”
“Tell me what, Mamá?”
Your father winced and grabber your shoulder lightly. He bent down to your level and looked you right in the eyes.
“(Y/N), I won’t be with you and your mother for a while.”
“¿Qué quieres decir con que no te quedarás con nosotros, Papa? Ifnot with us then where?” You said with glossy eyes.
“No te preocupes, mi luz. I won’t be far. While you and your mother stay in the town, I will be staying on the base which is still in state.”
You nodded, even though you didn’t exactly know how big a state was.
***
It was your first day at Derry High, and you were having a hard time finding your first class. Back in Spain, the school was very small, and you knew the layout like the back of your hand. This was new territory.
Finally, you found the door marked with the number on your sheet.
You looked around the hallways, only to find them deserted. You must’ve been so absorbed in finding the room, you completely missed the bell.
Your hand darted out to the door knob. You took a deep breath before openeing the door.
***
“-what she said!” Richie snickered. Everyone rolled their eyes. Suddenly, a creaking was heard from the front of the class. All eyes turned to the culprit who had interrupted the ‘class’ (Which was really just lazing around a talking, as Mr. Bragg really didn’t care).
A girl with sun kissed skin and (Y/H/L, Y/H/T, Y/H/C) hair. But what really made heads turn was her accent.
“Hello, this is English, yes?” She said, her accent making the words sound a lot prettier than they should’ve.
“Yes it is. Would you like to introduce yourself?” Mr. Braggs said, looking up from his newspaper for the first time since class started.
“Sure.” You turned to face the class.
“I am (Y/N). I just moved here from Europe.” A dazzling smile adorned your face, turning the entire class to mush.
“Well, (Y/N), find a seat.”
You nodded, looking around. You saw a boy with a mullet push the kid next to him out of his seat.
“There’s a seat here,” he said with a devilish smile. You cringed slightly.
“Sit here,” you heard a girl with short red hair and freckles say. She gestured to the seat next to her. You smiled gratefully.
“Hello,” you said sweetly before plopping down next to her.
“Hi. The names Beverly, but you can call me Bev.” Bev held her hand out. You took it.
“(Y/N), but (Y/N/N) is fine.” You released her hand before starting to take the necessary materials out of your bag. Bev held her hand out again, but this time in a gesture that told you to stop what you were doing.
“Trust me, there’s no need for that.”
You and Bev continued to talk, she even invited you to sit with her and her friends at lunch.
You didn’t notice a boy with glasses staring at you from across the room.
***
“Guys!” Bev yelled, waving her hand in the air. Simultaneously, the heads of five boys turned to lookin your direction.
“Losers, this is (Y/N).(Y/N), Losers. That’s Bill, Ben, Eddy, Stan, and Richie.”
“H-H-Hi, (Y/N),” Bill said with a smile.
Bev took the seat beside Bill, and gestured to the open seat next to her. You smiled gratefully at her and took the seat. You looked to your left only to come face to face with two magnified eyes. You flinched back for a moment only to giggle.
“Lo siento, Richie! You just scare me with the big eyes.” Even with your poor grammar, you still managed to make half of the table swoon. Including Richie.
“No problem.” He managed to save himself the embarrassment of stuttering. “How do you know my name, anyway?”
“Bev tells me all about her friends while in class. She says that Richie wears the crazy shirts and has the big gafas.”
“Does gafas mean dick or something? ‘Cause then she’d be ri-”
“Beep beep, Richie,” Stan said, rolling his eyes.
You just laughed good naturedly, turning the attention back to you.
“I was actually meaning the vision correctors, the- the-”
“Glasses?” Bev said with a soft smile.
“Si, Bev!” You clapped your hand together triumphantly. “The glasses! The big glasses.” You leaned in and tapped the glass right in front of his left eye. His eyes crossed to look at your finger.
You pulled away to take out your lunch box. You pulled out your lunch which consisted of a mini chicken paella.
“What’s that?” Richie asked, leaning in to look closer at your meal. At least, that’s why he told himself he leaned closer.
“Paella de pollo.”
All you got was a confused look.
***
You were a few months into the school year when you realized that the warm feeling you got every time Richie was around wasn’t some coincidence.
You arrived at home after a long day of school, only to find your mother waiting for you on the couch.
“Come here, (Y/N),” She said solemnly.
You raised a brow, but dropped your bag and sat none the less.
“I don’t know how to say this, (Y/N).” Your mother had glossy eyes.
“Did… did something happen to Papa?”
“(Y/N), there was an accident at the shooting range-“
You ran out of the house, not wanting to hear the rest. You got on the bike your father had sent to you and rode all the way to the quarry before your legs finally gave out. You sat right in front of the cliff, your head hanging.
You heard a twig snap behind you. You quickly turned your head only to come face to face with Richie.
“Richie? Why are you here?”
“Why are you crying?”
You reached up to wipe the tears from beneath your eyes.
“There was an accident at the base where my father lived.”
“Oh… (Y/N)-“
“It’s alright Richie, I don’t need pity.” You scowled.
“It’s not pity, (Y/N),” he said softly. “You can be sad in front of me, you know. I can not be a trash mouth for a while.”
You smiled for the first time since you left your house.
“Why are you even out here, Richie?”
“Oh, y’know, just needed some time to think.”
“About what?”
“About how to tell you.”
“Tell me what?” You asked curiously.
“Well now isn’t really the best time.” His face was considerably redder than it had been moments ago.
“Just say what you want to, Richie!”
“I really like you, okay? And I know that right now is kind of the worst time I could ever tell you but you insisted so-“
He stopped when he you land a kiss on his cheek.
“The timing is horrible, but I really like you as well,” you said with a soft look on your face.
You laid your head on his shoulder, and looked out at the water.
Even though a tear had just ripped its way through your heart, you knew Richie would be the thread and needle to stitch it back up. No matter how long it may take.
***
I really wasn’t expecting to go in that direction but it is what it is
Summary: When you start getting notes in your locker signed ‘Z.B.’, what other option do you have than to figure out who it is?
Warning(s): Has it been done before? Yes. Will that stop me from writing it? Haha no
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You opened your locker only to see a paper lightly float onto the floor.
“What’s that?” Your friend asked.
“No idea,” you mumbled. You reached down and opened the paper, and on it was a beautifully drawn heart.
Your brows furrowed, but you blushed none the less.
“Oooo, looked like someone’s got a secret admirer. Is it signed?” Your friend asked.
You flipped the paper over, and on the bottom left corner a little ‘z.b.’ was scrawled.
“Z.B? I don’t think I know anyone with those initials.” Your friend said while tapping her chin.
“Maybe their new or something?”
“A new kid in Hawkings? I think we’d know their name,” Your friend said with raised eyebrows.
“You’re right. People would make a big deal if there was anyone new.” You rolled your eyes.
“But anyways, maybe it’s just a locker mix up. I think I’d know if someone liked me like that,” you laughed.
“Yeah, I guess. Come on, everyone’s waiting for us at lunch.”
“Wait up!” You quickly folded the paper and shoved it in your bag before running after your friend.
***
“-and then she said it was probably just put in the wrong locker, put it in her bag, and went to lunch.” Max explained.
“Are you sure?”
“Will, my locker is right next to her.”
“Oh. Right. What did she think of it though?”
“I don’t know. She didn’t look grossed out, if that’s what you really wanna know.” She raised a brow.
“There’s no way she won’t like you, Will,” Mike said a hand on Will’s shoulder.
“And if she doesn’t, it’s her loss.” Said Lucas.
“Thanks guys.” Will smiled.
***
“Hey (Y/N), you think there’ll be another picture in there?”
“Okay, I told you already that it was probably just a fluke-“
A paper fluttered onto the ground. Your friend smirked while you just glared at them. You reached down and unfolded the paper. This time, an intricately drawn dove was on the paper. You flipped the paper to see the same initials. But this time, next to the initials was written ‘To (Y/N)’.
“Well,” Your friend said while looking over your shoulder. “At least now we know it wasn’t a fluke.”
You looked around the halls. Your eyes landed on Will Byers, who looked away from you before you could catch him staring.
You’d had the biggest crush on him before his dissapearance, and you had been heartbroken when he was pronounced dead. Too bad there was no way it could be him since his initials were way off.
“Watch it Zombie Boy.”
Your eyes snapped back in his direction. Some guy a grade up had bumped into Will and called him-
“Zombie Boy,” you mumbled. You saw will glance in your direction before glancing away quickly. You narrowed your eyes as a small smile played on your lips.
You started walking over.
***
“She’s coming over. Why is she coming over.” Will hissed. Dustin just shrugged.
“Maybe she knows.” He said with a smirk.
“What? How could she-“
“Hey Will. Dustin.” You acknowledged them both.
“Hey.” They said in unison, although Wills voice was a lot more unsteady than Dustin’s.
“Would either of you happen to know anything about this wonderful drawing that found its way into my locker?” You said with a raised brow.
“I’ll take that as my queue to leave. See ya later Will!” Dustin slammed his locker and waved over his shoulder as he walked away.
“So, I take it you know?” Will said while looking at the ground, a nervous blush covering his face.
“Yeah. If this is your way of saying you like me-“
“I’ll leave you alone, got it.”
“What? Will, I was going to say we should hang out sometime.” You said with a laugh.
“What?” He said, glancing up at you with wide eyes.
“I like you too. Meet me outside after last period.” You leaned over and kissed him on the cheek before making your way to class.
Will wasn’t sure how long he spent standing there while touching his face, but he knew that this was gonna be one long class period.
Summary: You’re the girl of his dreams, and he’s just invisible. Or so he thought. Takes place after the events of Season 1.
Warning: Still getting back in the writing groove…
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Talking to you in English (if borrowing pencils even counted as talking) was a lot easier than talking to you anywhere else. Every time Dustin so much as stepped foot near you in the halls, your friends would give him weirded out and disgusted looks.
It turned out, as his luck would have it, that you were popular. And rightfully so.
“Why didn’t you tell me she was friends with the popular girls?!” Dustin exclaimed angrily at Mike once they reached their lunch table. Lucas, Will, and Max gave him questioning looks.
“I thought it was obvious! You know how people get when someone from out of state moves here. Look at Billy!” Mike glanced at Max apologetically. She just shook her head.
“Besides,” Mike continued as he unpacked his lunch, “You were the one who ran out before I could even mention anything about her besides a name.”
“Yeah well excuse me for not thinking that the cute girl next to me in English could possibly be popular considering the fact that she even looked in my direction, much less talked to me!”
“Who, Jessica?” Asked Max, who sat behind him in English.
“No! Why does everyone keep bringing up Jessica? I’m talking about (Y/N).”
“Oh, she’s really nice.” Max said nonchalantly while picking at her lunch. Everyone looked at her wide eyed.
“Do you… you know, talk to her?” Lucas asked.
“Well, I was new this year too, and it’s not like I didn’t talk to anyone else before you stalkers came into my life,” Lucas and Dustin cringed.
“Anyways, she was still pretty new too and I guess we connected on that. We talk occasionally, but, well, we’re clearly involved in different crowds now.” She said with a raised brow. Dustin gestured for her to continue.
“Once I started talking to you guys, I brought you up to her.” All three pairs of brows raised at that. “Don’t worry, she’s a lot nicer than the people she hangs with. She thinks you guys are pretty cool and even said that- well nevermind, all you need to know is that you totally have a shot, Dustin.” Max smirked.
“H-How do you even know that’s what this is about?” Dustin said, his face heating up considerably.
Max rolled her eyes.
“It’s totally obvious. Just go for it. You’ll be pleased with the results.” She winked, and at the same time the bell rung. She picked up her untouched lunch and threw it away before walking out of the cafeteria.
“Well,” Lucas said, moving to follow her. “You heard her. Go for it.” Dustin looked to Will, who was following Lucas out. Will shot him a knowing look with a shrug, opting not to give any advice due to his lack of expirience.
Mike just gave him a look before walking out too, gesturing with his head to their left. Dustin turned his head to see you looking in his direction. You quickly turned away, a blush adorning your face. You busied yourself with grabbing your bag and talking to your friend. On your way out, you look over your shoulder to look at Dustin, only to see him gone.
You shook your head to get those pesky thoughts out. As much as you liked Dustin, you knew there was no way in hell he’d go for a girl whos friends with the people who’ve been tormenting him and his friends for years. Little did you know that Dustin liked you just a little bit more than he hated your friends.
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THAT WAS SO FULFILLING, once i got past the first paragraph my fingers were flying.
Summary: A little backstory on your view on Dustin.
Warning(s): none
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“Can I borrow a pencil?” You asked the curly haired boy sitting next to you.
That was not where is started. Not for you at least.
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It was your second month in Indiana, September of 1983, when you first saw Dustin and his three friends rushing to leave the school the second the final bell rang.
You turned to your new friend, Angela.
“Who were they? And why were they leaving so fast? This town is pretty bland so I doubt tha- I-I mean, what I’m trying to ask-”
Angela just laughed good naturedly, but an entitled scoff soon left her mouth.
“Those boys you saw were Mike and his little groupies, Lucas, Will, and Dustin. They left to go play some lame board game or something. It’s all they talk about.” She rolled her eyes.
“Which one of them has the c-curly hair and the hat?” You asked embarrassedly, twisting the zipper of your jacket between your forefinger and thumb. You didn’t dare look at Angela, already sensing the look she was giving you.
“Dustin. That ones name is Dustin.” She paused, quickly analyzing the blush that had adorned your face. She gave you a knowing look, and started to shake her head with increasing vigor.
“No, (Y/N), just- just no. I’ve seen that look way too many times to not know what’s running through your head right now. Trust me, he may seem all adorable but he’s a major loser.” Just then, a honking could be heard from the street.
“My moms here. I gotta go, see ya tomorrow (Y/N/N)!” Angela exclaimed, jogging to her moms car.
“Bye Angie,” You mumbled, looking vacantly at the sidewalk. You were soon shaken out of your stupor by the honking of your own moms car.
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“Hey Max,” You said with a smile, sliding into your seat next to the red haired girl. It was October now. She was your lab partner for science this year, and this was your second science class with her. Max had only been going to the school for one day prior.
Your old lab partner transferred classes, so it only seemed fitting that the girl who’d been moving in next door to you for the past week should take their place.
“Hey, (Y/N).”
Just before the bell rang, a boy with a bowl cut and small frame rushed into the classroom, quickly taking his seat. He got looks from most of the students, but his eyes were downcast.
His name was Will Byers.
He’d only been back from ‘the dead’ for a little while now. Max and you shared a glance before turning back to the front of the class. You let out a little cough, directing the attention to you and breaking the teacher out of their silence. With that, the lesson started.
What you didn’t see was the thankful glance Will gave you.
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It was a week into November when you next had a real conversation with Max. She seemed to have been caught up in something with her new friends, but it was finally over now.
“Hey, (Y/N).”
You arrived to science to find Max sitting at your table with a small smile.
“Hey Max! I feel like we haven’t talked in forever. And your here before me, for once!” You said with a small laugh.
Max scratched her neck nervuosly and let out an equally nervous laugh.
“Yeah. It’s really not worth going into detail on what happened, but I guess you could say I was having a family emergency.” Max let a fond smile adorn her face.
“I guess those friends of yours are really cool,” you said, a knowing, yet solemn smile crossing your face. You liked your friends, really, you did, but they were overly superficial, and didn’t care for others feeling.
You, on the other hand, were the ‘nice’ one in the group, the one that everyone genuily liked.
“Yeah, I guess they are. Are.. are you okay?”
“Yeah, it’s just that being in my position isn’t as great as everyone thinks.” You sighed.
“You should hang with us sometimes,” A voice said. You looked up, surprised that she had offered, only to find her as surprised as you were. The one who had spoken was none other than Will Byers himself, or ‘Zombie Boy’ as the nickname was so fondly adopted.
“Wills right. Besides, it’s tiring being the only girl when we hang out in school.” Max said with an over dramatic eye roll. Your thoughts lingered on the ‘when we hang out in school’ part, but you were ecstatic at the offer no less.
“If that’s fine with you guys, I’d definitely take you up on that offer sometime,” you said with a soft smile. They both looked at you with wide eyes.
“Wait, you’d seriously want to hang out with… us?” Will paused to lamely gesture between him and Max. Max lightly hit him on the elbow.
“Well, you and your friends, I presume?” You couldn’t stop the light blush from appearing. Before either Max or Will could point it out, the bell rung, signaling the start of class.
“Why’d you blush?” Max whispered to you as the science teacher drones on about genes.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you hissed, keeping your eyes trained on the board. Max nudged you.
“Who is it? Mike or Dustin?” You were about to fire back and ask her why she so conveniently left out Lucas’s name on her little list of eligible bachelors, but the teacher interrupted you.
“Ms. Hargrove? Ms. (L/N)? Is there something you’d like to share with the class?”
“No ma’am.” You said in unison.
“Well then if you’d so kindly pay attention that would be nice.”
You quickly closed your notebook, but not fast enough for Max to miss the little blue eye you’d drawn in the the corner of the page.
She knew.
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Aaaand after that is present day which there’s no point in rewriting. Also I went back and edited some chronological mistakes I made so this is as accurate as possible.
