Steve x Reader & Bucky x Reader Imagines

Daddy Daughter Days (Steve x Pre-Teen/Teen Reader) (Part Three)

Warnings: fluff, just like the rest. A few sad moments, daddy Steve saves the day as always. Also, you start your period, ayyeee kill me, I hate mine.

Homework

"I just don't understand." Your dad spoke as he flipped through the pages of your text book, looking confused as ever. "None of this looks like the homework I had when I was your age."

"Dad, when you were my age, World War Two hadn't even begun." You sighed, annoyed at the fact that your father wouldn't just let you go get help from Tony with your math homework.

"Watch that tone young lady." Steve warned, causing you to roll your eyes when he turned back to your books. "I just need to read over the formula again."

"I should have taken Peter up on his offer to tutor me." You groaned, texting your uncle Tony, telling him to 'coincidentally' come up and help with your homework, smiling when he instantly responded with a thumbs up.

"Hey, come on, put your phone away, focus." Your dad spoke up, looking at three different text books now.

"Hey Cap, and mini Cap, whatcha guys up to?" Tony asked, winking at you as Steve continued to flip through the text books. "Calculus? Seriously? You're eleven, twelve? No wonder kids don't do their homework anymore."

"She's not getting away with not doing her homework."

"Wasn't suggesting it, but me a Bruce could teach her everything we know. Whatya day Steve?" Tony suggested, patting his teammate on the shoulder.

"Yeah..." Steve sighed, looking defeated when I finally found something he couldn't help you with. "Yeah, go ahead. I just wanted to help."

You couldn't help but smile a bit, your father never stoped at trying to help you, and complicated math formulas were the one thing he couldn't tackle. "Come on daddy, don't be upset. I still need help with my history homework after, you're the best person I know to ask for help with that." You told him, wrapping your arms around him and squeezing until you got him to laugh.

"Alright, alright." He laughed, lightly pushing you off of him. "Go work on your math, I'll be here when you're done."

"Thanks dad!"

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Blossoming into a Woman

You weren't sure why, but everything today was as annoying as could be, everything. The sun shining, the birds singing, the Peter Parker sitting next to you, clicking his pen. "Peter, stop." You groaned, rubbing your temples as your headache only got worse, the sound of his clicking echoing in your mind. "Peter... stop." You mumbled again, moaning in pain at the crunching feeling in your stomach, though the clicking still continued. "Peter, I'm going to throw you and your pen out the window if you don't stop clicking it!" You hissed, loud enough for him to jolt in attention, but not to disrupt the class.

"S-Sorry y/n, I didn't realize I was doing it." He whispered, frowning when you still held your head and stomach. "Hey, are you alright? Are you feeling sick?"

"Wow... you're sick y/n?" Ned spoke up, turning around in his seat to talk to you and peter. "Can you cough on me and peter so we can be sick too?"

"Ned, gross man, it doesn't work that way."

"Yes it does Peter, what do you know-"

"Just shut up! Both of you!"

"Excuse me! Y/n, come here please, right now.l your teacher spoke, giving you a stern look for interrupting her class. You quickly stood up, glaring at Peter and Ned for getting you in trouble, causing the two of them to gulp before you walked away. While you were talking to the teacher, Peter noticed a small dark red spot on the back of your jeans, but it was nothing compared to what he saw in your seat.