☆Trying to drag a person down proofs that you are already below them.

End Game
(Taylor Swift & Ed Sheeran & Future)

   "Hey. We need to talk." Peter walked to you one night a week after the tour in Japan, he was in your studio in New York, during your break from your tour.

   "Sure? About?" You looked back at him and tilted your head, his eyes stared at you, when he saw the shades in it he changed his mind.

   "Um... nothing. Let me see about the song you are working on." He moved closer and kind of hug you from behind, two of you stared at many studio screens. Parker put his chin on your left shoulder, watching you making your music.

   You played him some beat you made, and sang along with it.

   Then you stopped it. "It's the hook, and  guess what?"

   "What?"

   "Guess!"

   "Oh? Hm, it's awesome?" He smiled.

   "No! I will featuring with Sam!"

   Speaking of which, Sam, Steve and Captain walked in the studio. You got up from the seat and Bucky took it from there.

   "I removed the beat, I want the first line to be just the melody." You told Buck, grabbed a bag of doritos and sat next to Peter in a couch.

   "Don't eat lots of those, it's unhealthy." Steve warned.

   "You're basically a dorito Steve." You told him and put a chip in Peter's mouth.

   "Yeah. It's up to you." Buck said. He was so chill.

   "Are we ready to continue?" Sam asked, he joined closely, since he was very  involved in this song.

   "This is End Game." Bucky said, then played the demo, without your singing

🎧Play the song here🎧

   "I wanna be your end game." You looked at Peter, confirmed to him that this song is for him. "I wanna be your first string. I wanna be your A-Team. I wanna be your end game, end game."

   Steve nodded along the beat as you were singing along the backing track.

   "Big reputation, big reputation. Ooh, you and me, we got big reputations, ah. And you heard about me, ooh. I got some big enemies."

   "Yeah!" Sam yelled.

   "Big reputation, big reputation. Ooh, you and me would be a big conversation, ah. And I heard about you, ooh. You like the bad ones, too." You tapped Peter's nose.

   Sam stood up with a paper of the lyrics he wrote in his hand and started to rap. "You so dope, don't overdose. I'm so stoked, I need a toast. We do the most, I'm in the Ghost like I'm whippin' a boat."

   "Holy shit." Bucky was impressed, Sam smiled back like I'm good and I know it.

   "I got a reputation, girl, that don't precede me. I'm one call away whenever you need me. I'm in a G5, come to the A-Side. I got a bad boy persona, that's what they like. You love it, I love it, too, 'cause you my type. You hold me down and I protect you with my life."

   You took turn. "I don't wanna touch you, I don't wanna be, Just another ex-love you don't wanna see. I don't wanna miss you. Like the other girls do."

   Peter smiled at you.

   "I don't wanna hurt you, I just wanna be. Drinking on a beach with you all over me. I know what they all say. But I ain't tryna play."

   "Hey. I want to feature in this song to." Peter told Steve.

   "I wanna be your end game."

   "You sure Tony won't have a problem with that?" Steve asked back.

   "I wanna be your first string."

   "You talk to him. I want to sing in this song too." He shrugged.

   "I wanna be your A-Team."

   Then Peter asked to pause the song for him to write, then continued right away.

   "I wanna be your end game, end game..."

   "Here I go... Knew her when I was young. Reconnected when we were little bit older, both sprung. I got issues and chips on both of my shoulders."

   Nat chuckled because she loved it. "Reputation precedes me; in rumors I'm knee-deep. The truth is it's easier to ignore it, believe me."

   "Is that so?" You teased.

   "Even when we'd argue, we'd not do it for long. And you understand the good and bad end up in a song. For all your beautiful traits and the way you do it with ease. For all my flaws, paranoia and insecurities."

   "I've made mistakes and made some choices, that's hard to deny. After the storm, something was born on the 4th of July. I've passed days without fun, this end game is the one. With four words on the tip of my tongue, I'll never say it."

   "What four words?" You asked him with a confused smile.

   "Guess we'll never know." He replied mysteriously back.

   You didn't continue and let Bucky play the song in the background, you sat back down on the couch with Peter.

   "Is there something in your mind lately?"

   "What? No. Not at all." He shook his head.

   "No. It's like you want to tell me something."

   "What? Haha..." He faked his laugh, you could tell. "There's nothing babe. I just wanna spend your tour break with you."

   "..." You looked at him with nothing to say.

   "And... be part of this song!"

   "Fine..." You didn't buy it but it's working time so you look back to your notebook and prepare for your next line.

   Something is off with Peter, something with consequences, he tried to hide it so he can still feel like it's never going to happen, but sooner or later you will find out.

   Ohh... I  I got some big enemies.

   You heard the song and continued it. "Hey! big reputation, big reputation. Ooh, you and me would be a big conversation. Ah, and I heard about you. Ooh, you like the bad ones, too."

   "I hit you like bang." You made a gun sighed at Peter.

   "We tried to forget it, but we just couldn't." He acted like he was shot to his heart and died of cuteness. "And I bury hatchets, but I keep maps of where I put 'em."

   "Reputation precedes me, they told you I'm crazy. I swear I don't love the drama, it loves me!"

   "And I can't let you go, your hand prints on my soul. It's like your eyes are liquor, it's like your body is gold. You've been calling my bluff on all my usual tricks. So here's the truth from my red lips."

  You sang with Peter and Sam as a chorus.

I wanna be your end game (End game)
I wanna be your first string (Me and you)
I wanna be your A-Team (Be your A-Team now)
I wanna be your end game, end game
I wanna be your end game (oh, I do)
I wanna be your first string (first string)
I wanna be your A-Team (A-Team)
I wanna be your end game, end game

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   The met gala!

   Always hold in May, but for this year it's not for some reason. Everyone looked so fancy, especially Liz Allan (Oh, yes, she's still out there), Pietro Maximoff (Also is he), and they were together. (?)

   Maximoff and Allan met (L/n) and Parker on the red carpet as your car was right after theirs. Two exes, what a great reunion.

   Peter and Pietro's gazes met for a couple seconds then split apart as you and Liz didn't even bother to look at each other.

   You held Peter's arm all the way inside, thinking who arranged the car that made you both have to meet your exes, it made you look kinda grumpy in the picture.

   "You alright?" He asked.

   "It's awkward." You whispered back.

   "I know. Met gala's a bitch."

   "Why are we even here? I don't understand. We could've stayed at my place and watch... I don't know, Harry Potter? Pete, Let's go back and return to being a couch potatoes."

   "Well Michelle was going to invite me so I brought you because I'd rather be here with you."

   "Michelle annoyed me a little."

   "I did what?"

   Two of you froze, turned to look at Michelle Jones, model and actress, standing gracefully in her heels, in the most elegant dress ever.

   "Hello... Michelle." You said with a smile, all the cameras were on the three of you.

   "Ah... (y/n). I'm so glad to finally see you, Peter's been talking about you all the time." She smiled and pulled you away from Peter for a hug.

   "Oh...? Thanks. Great things I hope." You said with a confused grin.

   "No wonder why he's so head over heel in love with you." She sighed relievedly.

   "Oh? Haha. Why is that?"

   "..."

   "..."

   "Because (Y/n) is amazing." Peter saved the day.

   Then it was all just confused laughter from the two of you.

   "Anyway. I was at one of your concerts, it was amazing." She complimented you.

   "Oh? Really? Thank you. Which country were you in?"

   She paused and replied with a lie. "Italy."

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Lifesaver/proofreader  _Direct_

Ps . I love this song so much