Eli lay in the hospital bed, his arm in a sling and a bruise just beginning to darken on his cheek. The white sheets felt too sterile, too clean, and the smell of antiseptic was overpowering. He hated this place. Hated the feeling of vulnerability that came with being injured. But what annoyed him even more was the fact that you—the guy who always seemed to show up when he least expected it—had somehow managed to wrangle your way in as his "boyfriend" to check on him.

You leaned against the doorframe with that irritating grin of yours. Eli’s eyes narrowed, clearly not thrilled with your presence.

“What the hell are you doing here, Y/N?” He grumbled, his voice hoarse from the discomfort.

You just shrugged, taking a step closer. “Oh, I’m just here for my boyfriend. Can’t leave him alone in the hospital now, can I?” You sat down next to his bed and pretended like this was the most normal thing in the world.

“We’re not even dating. This is ridiculous. Get out of my room before I really hurt you." Eli shot back, though the playful glint in his eyes made it clear he was only half-serious.

"What are you gonna do about it?” You teased, smiling from ear to ear, leaning over the bed. Eli looks taken aback as you were getting closer to him. "What the hell are you doing, Y/N?"

Instead of answering, you kissed Eli on the lips. It was a chaste kiss. Nothing to rough or taboo, but just enough to make Eli blush when you pulled back. "Kissing my boyfriend's boo boos better."

Clark: "Y/N, how did you know I was Superman?"

Y/N: "Clark, you could put a paper bag over your head and dress in drag, and I'd still know it was you."

A small shared apartment kitchen. The smell of fresh brownies lingers in the air. A single brownie sits on a plate like a prize at the end of a battle. You and Peter Parker, aka Spider-Man, lock eyes across the counter. "Alright, Pete. Let’s be civil about this. One brownie left. We can split it."

"Split it? You know I burned 900 calories just swinging across Queens this morning, right? I earned that brownie." Peter said.

"Oh please, I had to deal with your laundry and your web fluid leaking from your costume. Then I had to fly all the way to Avengers Tower and give Bucky and Sam some updates. If anyone earned that brownie, it's me."

Peter crossed his arms. "Okay, okay. What if we play rock-paper-scissors for it?"

"Fine. Best two out of three?"

"Deal."

You both throw rock. Then scissors. Then paper. Three ties. No winner. Peter huffed with a chuckle. "I guess we're evenly matched. Destiny wants us to share it." You slowly reached for the brownie. "Or maybe it just wants me to distract you." You toss a balled-up napkin. Peter’s reflexes kick in. He catches it mid-air… and while he’s distracted, you snatch the brownie.

"Hey! That’s cheating!"

You pop a bite in your mouth as Peter puts a hand on your cheeks. "No! Spit it out. It's mine!" You both go tumbling to the floor, tearing at the brownie, trying to get every last piece that you can before it's all gone.

By the time you two stood up, there was chocolate all over your faces. "You better be glad I like you, man." Peter smirks.

"You wish, Parker." You smiled.

Y/N: "You know, Peter, you really look like Tom Holland."

Peter: *Raises an eyebrow* "Tom Holland? Dude, what are you talking about? I don't look anything like him."

Y/N: "I mean, you've got the whole thing down. The messy hair, the way you smile... if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were his twin."

Peter: "That's ridiculous! I don't see it at all. I'm not even British!"

Y/N: "Yeah, but you've got that charm and awkwardness. Plus, the way you talk? It's uncanny!"

Y/N was in enemy territory. Any minute now, he was going to be surrounded by a bunch of Ross's goons and be taken back to The Raft. That wasn't a fun place, and he highly doubted Steve would come rescue him twice. Speaking of Steve, he and Bucky were in the safety of Wakandan borders. Clint and Scott were on house arrest. Ms. Romanoff was in the wind. Wanda and Vision were somewhere in Europe. And Y/N? Well, his dumbass was in Queens, across the street from an apartment building.

He walked across the street toward the apartment building with a mission in mind. Y/N had asked Natasha to provide him all the information that she could before she went underground. Now, Y/N realized that Peter Benjamin Parker lived at 20 Ingram St, Forest Hills, NY 11375. How ironic that Tony found someone here in New York to join his crusade of rounding up the rogues. Y/N just hoped this Peter guy wouldn't squeal on him the moment he knocked on the door.

After entering the building, and riding the elevator to the fifth floor, Y/N, looked for apartment 626. He walked down the hallway toward the end until he found the door he was looking for. Y/N hesitated for a moment before he gave the wooden door a firm knock. Seconds passed, and there was no answer. For a moment, Y/N thought that nobody was home, and as he turned to leave, the door opened.

The other boy on the opposite side of the door was about 15 or 16 years old. He had a scrawny, but muscular and athletic build. He was around 5’6 or 5’7. His hair was dark brown and wavy, with matching eyes. He wore a blue hoodie and with watermelon socks on. He had a cute face and a warm smile. “Hi, there. Can I help you?”

Y/N had practiced this conversation over and over again in his head, and yet, he still couldn't express it the way he wanted to say this. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. This was so embarrassing. He could take on evil Ultron bots, and assassin soldiers, but not a simple conversation?

“Umm…you okay, man? You look like you're about to hurl.”

The sound of his voice snapped Y/N back to reality as he shook his head. “Fine. I'm fine. I was just wondering…is this the Parker residence?”

“Who's asking?” the brown-eyed person asked warily, giving Y/N a narrowed look of suspicion.

“My name is Y/N Maximoff, and I was the one who you fought at the airport in Germany. You know… when you were dressed up like a red and blue spider?” Y/N thought back to their battle in the airport.

Spiderman swings through the air, struggling to evade vehicles projected by Y/N. He swings past Y/N, who snaps the web with his powers. “That's not fair at all. How am I supposed to fight that?” Spiderman had asked, landing on a terminal gate.

“Look, pal. There's a lot going on here that you don't understand. And the last thing I need is some crazy guy swinging around in underwear.” Y/N told him.

“Mr. Stark said you'd say that. Not about the underwear part. This is spandex.” The Spiderman fires webs which stick to Steve's arm and ankle. He pulls and Y/N slides towards him. Spiderman kicks him backwards, then rolls clear. “He also said to go for your legs.” He chuckles. Y/N charges towards the masked guy, but he flips over and webs his hands and pulls. Y/N grits his teeth, spins and somersaults, propelling Peter through the air.

“Stark, tell you anything else?” Y/N asked.

“That you're wrong. You think you're right. That makes you dangerous.” He swings down and Y/N uses his powers to send Spiderman backwards onto the gangway's leg. Guess he had a point.” He used telekinesis to break the leg and the gangway fell. Spiderman holds it up. “You got heart, Spiderman. Where're you from?”

“Queens.”

“Sokovia.” Y/N left him holding the gangway.

“Oh, shit! It's you. I hope you're happy, dude. You gave me a black eye. My Aunt May was so pissed at me. Wait, why are you here? Did you come to kidnap me? I should warn you, I'm good friends with Mr. Stark, and he would be crushed if anything were to happen to me.”

Y/N rolled his eyes. “No. I'm just here to say I'm sorry. I know you were just trying to help, and didn't deserve to get your ass kicked.”

The other boy looked taken aback. “My ass kicked? Dude, I was the one kicking your ass. I should be the one apologizing. An Avenger getting his butt whooped by me.”

“Whatever, dude. I gave you a black eye.” Y/N said.

The guy huffed and pouted, which was kinda cute. “Hey, I'm Peter by the way.” He held out his hand.

“Y/N. Y/N Maximoff.” He shook it with a small smile.

Of course. 😊

Y/N found the thief on the rooftop. He was in a spandex suit, mixed with red and yellow, giving the vibe of ketchup and mustard for your food at a picnic table. Y/N might have made a joke if the situation wasn't so important.

"You look a little lost, pal. Can I help you?"

Spandex Guy just turned to him, with his head tilted downward a little. "Nah. I'm good. I was just out on an evening stroll."

"Is that before or after you robbed Stark Industries? Because it seems to me you missed the mark by a pretty large margin." Y/N said.

The mysterious thief shrugged his shoulders. "Listen, Kid, there's things that you don't understand about Tony Stark. Why don't you ask him about what he's been keeping from you and the Avengers?" The guy turned to leave.

Y/N frowned. He didn't know what that meant or if he was telling the truth; He would definitely be talking to Tony later about this, but he couldn't let that guy just leave with Stark tech. Y/N raised a finger, glowing with red, mystical energy. He pulls the man backward, hands on his hips. "Awe. Leaving so soon? We were just getting to know each other."

The guy in the devil mask smirks. "You really wanna do this, huh?" He brought his hidden weapons, which were Billy Clubs. How Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles of him.

"Look, Buddy. Don't let this cocky attitude of yours get your ass-whooped." Y/N's hands powered up with energy.

"Names not 'Buddy,' it's Daredevil, and I won't be walking away with my ass kicked. But yours?" He points a Billy Club forward. "I'm gonna bust it badly."

"Oh, talk dirty to me, Daddy." Y/N smirks, charging towards this Daredevil character.

Al Rothstein, better known as Atom Smasher, had faced supervillains, cosmic threats, and world-altering decisions, but nothing quite prepared him for the peculiar simplicity of the evening ahead.

His boyfriend, Y/N, had been insistent. “Tonight, we’re doing something fun.” He’d said, pulling on a worn hoodie with a mischievous grin. “Something totally low-key. Just you, me, and an all-you-can-eat buffet.”

Al had raised an eyebrow. The idea seemed... unexpected. After all, he had powers that could manipulate his atomic structure, allowing him to grow inside —yet he wasn’t sure he could handle all the looks after he easily ate his way through this buffet.

“I’m not sure the public is ready for my ‘all-you-can-eat’ attitude.” Al jokes, tugging at the collar of his casual shirt. “I mean, I can eat twenty pizzas and four bags of doritos all by myself, but I don't wanna come across as a big back.”

Y/N laughed, reaching upward to ruffle his hair. “Al, who cares about what anyone else thinks? You're my superhero, foodie boyfriend. Trust me, we’re going to have fun.” So, here they were, standing outside a brightly-lit buffet restaurant. The neon sign buzzed above them, flashing "All You Can Eat" in large, inviting letters. The kind of place you’d expect to see families, friends, and maybe a few folks trying to get their money’s worth.

Al was a little more accustomed to places like this. Even before he got his superpowers.

Al followed Y/N inside. The smell of fried chicken, pizza, and various other comforting foods hit them immediately. Y/N grabbed a tray and nodded enthusiastically. “You know the rules, right? Load up, eat, repeat. We’re going to break this place.”

Al raised an eyebrow. “Are you challenging me?”

“Maybe.” Y/N said with a grin, handing Al his own tray. Mimicking Scooby Doo 2. “But I have faith in you. You are the Atom Smasher, after all.” Al couldn’t help but laugh at the way Y/N said it.

They started by the salad bar—if that was even going to count as the “warm-up.” Al tried to load his plate with greens but, true to his nature, he ended up adding a bit of everything—cucumbers, cheese, and a few slices of pepperoni pizza, for good measure. Y/ had his plate piled high with an assortment of cold cuts and rolls, clearly taking his own advice to heart.

The real challenge came when they reached the hot food section. There was so much to choose from—heaping trays of mashed potatoes, fried chicken, and ribs. Y/N didn’t hesitate. He loaded his plate with a ridiculous amount of pasta and fried shrimp, while Al added portions of ribs, meatballs, and a few pieces of fish, trying not to go overboard.

As they sat down, Al glanced at Y/N's plate with amusement. “Are you trying to set a new record or something?”

Y/N shrugged with a smirk. “Why not? You can’t go to an all-you-can-eat buffet and not see how much you can eat.”

Al took a bite of his food and instantly grinned. It was surprisingly good. Who would’ve thought this place would make a giant like him feel so... relaxed? No powers, no crises, just the simple pleasure of eating with someone he cared about.

After a few more rounds of plates, their conversation shifted from food to memories, to more lighthearted things—Al teasing Y/N about his mild struggles with the dessert bar. At some point, Al leaned back in his chair, trying to massage his full stomach. “I think we broke it,” he said, unable to stop laughing. “This is... definitely not what I expected from date night.”

Y/N, who was barely a step behind in the eating department, glanced at Al and grinned. “Yeah, but it’s exactly what I wanted. Just us. No missions, no fighting bad guys. Just being normal.”

Al smiled, looking at Y/N with affection. “Normal. I like the sound of that.”

Danny's smile shines with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. His boyfriend was on his back for Danny. This wasn't the first time that they did this, but each time felt like the very first. He looks up at Danny with lust, and desire etched into his facial features. He was so ready for it, that he might burst from just a touch from Danny.

The Latino bites his lower lip, feeling the electric tension crackling between them. His heart pounds heavily in his chest as he drinks in the breathtaking sight before him. Slowly, deliberately, Danny reaches out, trailing teasing fingertips along his boyfriend's inner thigh. He gasped and moaned as he felt like his skin was on fire. Ignited by the flames of passion and desire. Wanting Danny to give him everything and more.

“God, you're so sensitive." Danny murmurs, watching goosebumps spread across his boyfriend's body. He smirks devilishly, spreading his boyfriend's legs wider apart. "You're addicting." He growls softly, snapping the condom packet open and rolling it onto his length.

He watched the incredibly hot sight of Danny slowly rolling a condom on his sinfully hard cock.

Danny's eyes lock onto his boyfriend's, filled with an intense, primal hunger. Slowly, he positions himself between his lover's legs, wrapping his arms around his waist. Danny's hard length presses against his entrance, making him gasp and tremble. "Ready, mi amor?”

"Sí, Papí." He pants with needness.

"Greedy baby." Danny purrs, slowly pushing forward. He feels his boyfriend tense, trying to pull him in deeper too quickly. He chuckles, "Not so fast, handsome." He pulls back slightly, teasing him with shallow thrusts.

"Please? I-I-I-I need it." He cried out. His hole was clenching with anticipation. He needed it. Needed Danny.

Danny groans at his lover's desperate words, feeling his resolve weakening. He knew his boyfriend was eager and greedy, but this was something else entirely. "Fuck, you're so fucking needy." Danny hisses, gripping his lover's hips and thrusting forward in one long, slow push. He gasped and moaned as he felt Danny enter his tight walls, successfully, stretching him out. He clawed at Danny's toned backside, as he was praised by his lover.

The actor lets out a guttural moan as he feels his boyfriend's hot walls enveloping him tightly. He rolls his hips, savoring the exquisite sensation. "God, you feel amazing.” He groans, leaning down to capture his lover's lips in a passionate kiss, swallowing his moans. "Such a good boy.” He shivers with excitement as his heart pounded in his chest from the praise Danny was giving him.

Danny begins to move at a steady pace, his hands gripping his boyfriend's hips possessively. He watches his face contort with pleasure, drinking in every sound, every expression. "You like that, baby? Being my good boy?" He growls, snapping his hips forward, filling him completely.

"Papí....harder." He begs.

A wicked grin spreads across Danny's face at the desperate plea. Without hesitation, he complies, increasing his tempo and force with each powerful thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the room, mingling with their escalating moans. "Like this, baby?”He arched his back off the bed as Danny was really giving it to his lover now. Pounding his tight hole, giving him a real reason to moan like a pornographic slut.

Danny leans down, lips brushing against his ear with a husky murmur, "Take it, puta. Take my cock like the slut you are." He bites down lightly on his boyfriend's earlobe, punctuating it with a particularly brutal thrust that makes them both groan loudly.The dirty words make his cock twitch as his eyes roll in the back of his head from the pleasure he was getting.

"You love this, don't you? Being my fuck toy? Getting used like the dirty little whore you are?”

"Yes!" He said.

Danny's eyes burn with intense desire as he watches his boyfriend completely submit to the filthy words and rough treatment. He reaches down, wrapping a hand around his boyfriend's leaking cock, stroking it in time with his brutal thrusts. "Cum for me, puta.”

He nods and gasps as his orgasm crashes through him like a tidal wave. He cums all over his stomach and chest, some of it splashing Danny as well. Danny watches in awe as his boyfriend's body convulses with the force of his orgasm. He continues to pound him mercilessly, dragging out his pleasure as long as possible. "Fuck, yes. He suddenly pulls out, adding to the mess by shooting streams of hot semen onto his boyfriend's chest and neck. “Good boy.”

The actor sees his boyfriend whimper softly, covered in their combined release. He decides to tease him softly, "Were you a good little slut? Did papí make you feel good?" He swipes his thumb through the mess on his boyfriend's chest, bringing it to his lips to suck clean.

He sucks Danny's fingers clean. "Sí, Papí." He said. Danny smirks and kisses him hard before laying him on his stomach and eating out his used hole, talking dirty in spanish.

Y/N: "Okay, let's get one thing straight. Peter is not my boyfriend! We just occasionally kiss and jerk each other in the showers, but that's it. Not boyfriend material."

Tony: "You what?"

Steve: "Come again?"

Clint: "Why would you say that?"

Thor: "Huzzah! Congrats, young Y/N."

Natasha: "Sus."

"Isn't this nice? Three children of Poseidon out for burgers and fries?" Y/N bit into a french fry as Percy and Tyson sat across from him. Today was relatively normal. There were no monster attacks. No whine Gods coming to them with their problems.

"How's that milkshake, Tyson?" Percy asked.

Tyson took a sip of his vanilla shake and smiled. His calf brown eyes (eye) were shining with joy and excitement. "It's good, brother!" I like it! Almost as much as peanut butter sandwiches and fish ponies!"

"We should take Tyson to his first movie. I heard they're playing Shrek downtown. We should go." Y/N said.

"I don't wanna watch, Shrek. That's for babies." Percy whines.

"Quiet, Gen Z. Tyson? Wanna go to the movies? Percy will buy popcorn and candy."

"Yes! I wanna see a movie with brothers. Tyson has the best brothers ever!" Tyson cried with delight.

Sookie: "Y/N? What's your favorite thin' to look at?"

Y/N: "Bill's ass."

Ikaris: "Y/N, you better not be using all the hot water."

Susannah: "Y/N's gonna be a Beautillion. There is, uh... there's the tea, the auction, the ball, of course, the rehearsal. Now, which of my boys is gonna be Y/N's escort?"

Conrad: "Not me. I went last year."

Jeremiah: "Yeah, and I swore off balls."

Y/N: "Gross, dude."

Jeremiah: "The dances, dude."

Y/N: "Um, I'm not going with either of you. I am going to find my own date. Someone who's actually good-looking."

Clark Kent, was in the new weight room that Bruce had built in their secret Justice League headquarters. While Clark lifted weights, Diana's younger brother, Y/N Prince walked into the room.

"Hey, Clark.”

He glanced over at Y/N, setting the weights back down with a loud clang. "Hey, Y/N. How's it going?" He smiled warmly, taking a moment to wipe the sweat from his forehead with a towel. "Nothing much. Just thought I'd come down here with you and work up a sweat.”

Clark chuckled lightly, tossing Y/N a workout towel. "Well, you've definitely come to the right place. This new gym Bruce built is top-notch." He gestured around the pristine facility filled with high-end equipment.

"I bet. What do you recommend?" Y/N asked.

Superman thought for a moment, looking Y/N up and down to gauge his fitness level. "Well, if you're looking for a full-body workout, I'd suggest starting with some bench presses. There are some free weights over there." He pointed to the rack of dumbbells and barbells.

Y/N nods, making his way towards the barbells. He puts some pretty impressive weight on the sides of the bells before lifting it.

Superman's eyebrows raised slightly as he watched Y/N easily handle a substantial weight. He walked over, impressed. "Wow, looks like Diana wasn't exaggerating about your strength. That's quite impressive for someone so young.”

“Hey, I'm older than you. I just age slower."

Clark laughed, racking his brain to remember their age difference. He was indeed older biologically, but Y/N's demigod lineage made him age slower. "Fair point. You might be younger chronologically, but I bet you're stronger pound for pound." He challenged.

"Well, Man of Steel, I'm game anytime you wanna go a couple of rounds.” Y/N set the barbell down. Clark grinned, extending his hand to Y/N. "Alright, let's see what you've got. But let's keep it friendly, okay? I don't want to have to explain to Diana why I broke her little brother." He chuckled, his hand still outstretched.

"You wish, Kent. I'll be the one winning this thing, and when I do, I want full bragging rights to the rest of the League." Y/N says.

Clark smirked, shaking Y/N's hand firmly. "Alright, little prince, you're on. But don't come crying to me when you're picking yourself up off the floor." He winked playfully, stepping back to give himself some space. "Let's see your best shot then.”

Y/N nods, and charges towards Clark. The Kryptorian's reflexes kicked in instantly. He easily sidestepped Y/N's charge, using his super-speed to quickly move behind him. With a gentle but firm hand, he grabbed Y/N's arm and twisted it behind his back, demonstrating superior technique and strength. "Is that really your best shot?”

"Oh, forgot about my feet, handsome." Y/N steps hard on Clark's foot. Clark let out a grunt as Y/N's workout shoe came down on his foot, even his super-enhanced reflexes momentarily caught off guard. He loosened his grip slightly, giving Y/N an opening. "Son of a-" He muttered under his breath, quickly regaining his composure.

Y/N freed his captive arm and delivered a kick to Clark's chest. The Kryptonian went flying back a few feet. Clark regained his footing as he looked at Y/N. Superman's eyes narrowed slightly, impressed by Y/N's quick thinking and strength. He flexed his chest where the kick had landed, feeling a slight ache. It was a reminder that even he could be caught off guard. "Alright, you've got some moves. I'll give you that.”

“Wanna call it quits while you still can?" Y/N teased.

Superman smirked, shaking his head. "Not a chance, Prince."

Ikaris: "It is after midnight, Y/N, come to bed."

Y/N: "Can't. I'm binge watching Pokémon Horizons."