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Day 31: Embrace

Fandom: Marvel. Character(s): Tony Stark. Peter Parker, other Avengers characters. Warnings: mentions of character death, a brief mention of suicide. Word Count: 1009

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2023

The last forty-eight hours have been the most chaotic hours Tony’s ever experienced. When Rogers, Romanov and Lang had shown up on his doorstep with some half-baked plan about time travel, time heist, Tony had been ready to completely dismiss them. Well, not before yelling at Lang: the man had been talking to him as if he didn’t understand how it felt to lose people to snap.

Tony Stark knows how it feels to lose someone you love to the snap. And Tony Stark had done everything he could think of to try and bring her back. Had fallen into a depression so deep, he’s surprised he hadn’t tried to off himself. But then he had found a light at the end of the tunnel: found his third chance and Tony would be damned if he screwed up a third time.

But the plan, the stupid time heist, had niggled at Tony’s brain. So much so, that he figured out a way to travel time in just under an hour. Tony had been torn. Go back and help the remaining Avengers with their plan to save the world: and hopefully be lucky enough to bring back Penny but also have a high chance of death? Or keeping living his quiet life with Pepper and Morgan? Pepper had encouraged him: she had been a constant in Penny’s life since her birth, had helped Tony raise her. She was Penny’s mother just like she was Morgan’s. But Tony had still been hesitant.

It wasn’t until later, when he had been drying dishes, that his eyes had fallen onto one of the many pictures of Penny that they had around the house. It had been taken a couple of days after her birth: she had been ten weeks early and had been affected with asphyxiation so she had been in the NICU attached to a ventilator as well. The time had been a traumatic one. But in the picture, a much younger Tony can be seen resting partly on top of the incubator while he reached a hand inside, Penny in all of her two-day-old glory is holding onto his index finger while sleeping and Tony is giving her the biggest heart eyes.

If he focuses, he can still remember exactly how it felt to have her tiny starfish hand wrapped around his finger. This distant memory is what finally pushes him to go help the Avengers with their time heist.

He had been hopeful at the start: but that hope began to fade the second he had been floored by 2012 Hulk and they had lost the stone to Loki. Then he and Rogers had ended up in 1970 to try and fix the mistake. It had been surreal seeing the much younger version of his father and having an actual conversation with the man. It had been an eye-opener, and a sort of closure to a chapter of Tony’s life that he preferred not to think about, ever. But thankfully the death mission had been a success: Rogers and Tony had worked as a team for the first time in years, everything had been going well. Until they had gotten back to 2023 and seen an empty space next to Barton where Romanov should’ve been standing,

Tony knew it had been wishful thinking: hoping that they all would survive. But that didn’t mean he hadn’t been wishing it. And even though he hadn’t parted on the best terms with Natasha, betrayal does that too a friendship, the hurt over her death still ran deep.

The next hours seemed to pass like a fever dream. Tony builds the glove with Bruce and is reminded of a time, over a decade ago where they had worked together over the tesseract. That seems like a lifetime ago now. At the time they had both been completely different people: Bruce almost timid and Tony arrogant.  Now, Tony watches on as Bruce uses the stone and then everything really goes to shit: they’re all suited up but none of them are prepared for what comes next.

Not in the slightest.

The battle is exhausting.  It’s three on one and they all get their asses handed to them, as a group and individually. And then a miracle happens: he never thought he would cry at hearing Sam Wilson’s voice but now he’s two seconds away from crying because if Wilson is back it means that Penny is back. Tony sees her swing in through one of Strange’s portal, her mask dematerializes and Tony chokes on a sob at the sight of her. He wants nothing more than to run over and hug her but sadly even he knows that their reunion will have to wait until after the battle is won.

Hopefully he survives long enough for that.

The battle is complete and utter chaos. He saves people, numerous people save him and time passes in a blink. He loses track of Penny and Pepper and it isn’t until he’s thrown into a rock by an alien bigger than Hulk that and nearly stabbed that he sees Penny again. She saves him: webs up the alien and pulls it away at just the right time so that it gets crushed by a much bigger foot. Penny jumps over to him and her mask dematerializes again. “Dad, holy cow, you will not believe what is going on. Do you remember-”

As happy as Tony is to hear Penny’s signature rambling and seeing her as flesh and bone and not dust, he has bigger needs right now. Tony steps forward and pulls Penny into a hug, effectively cutting off her rambling. Penny is quick to hug him back: maybe sensing his desperation she hugs him back tightly. This is all Tony has wanted for the past five years: to hug his daughter: to hold her tightly and feel her heartbeat. Sadly, they both pull away seconds later and Tony returns to the battle with new vigor: they can do this.

They might just win this.

#whumptober2019 #my writing #marvel fanfiction #tony stark #peter parker #genderbend!peter parker #female peter parker #iron dad #iron family #spiderverse #steve rogers #bruce banner #natasha romanoff #pepper potts #I DID IT! #I DID ALL 31 DAYS!

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Day 30: Recovery

Fandom: Marvel. Character(s): Tony Stark. Peter Parker. Warnings: mentions of an amputated limb: nothing graphic. Word Count: 942

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2023

Tony Stark was under the impression that after you die: everything would stop hurting. And surely Tony must be dead. The last thing he remembers is having the ever-loving snot kicked out of him and then taking the stones from under Thanos’ big nose and snapping his fingers but then not much else after that. Tony hopes he isn’t dead, because if his last words are ‘I am Iron Man.’ Tony is going to kick someone. Before Tony had snapped his fingers, he had felt an unimaginable power coursing through his veins, the kind of power that left a man dead after use. So surely Tony was dead?

But the amount of pain Tony is currently feeling would suggest otherwise. Pain suggested life but Tony wasn’t prepared to live through using the stones. Strange had said there was only one possible outcome where they won and judging by the look on the other man’s face during the battle, it wasn’t going to be a positive one.

But here he was: clawing his way back to awareness, the pain a constant thrum in his tired body, his head feels like its filled with cotton and his limbs are made of lead. To sum it up: Tony feels like shit. But still, he tries to force his eyes open because he’s curious now, to see if he’s alive or not.

Eventually, after what feels like hours, Tony manages to pry open an eye: his vision is nothing more than a blur of grey and white. So, Tony focuses on blinking away the fog from one eye as he tries to force the other one to catch up. After a tremendous amount of effort Tony finally has his vision back: it would appear that Tony is in a hospital suite, grey walls and a surface covered in flowers lie directly in front of him, a steady beeping off to the side would suggest that Tony was connected to a heart monitor. These things would suggest that Tony somehow survived his snap. Tony turns his head to the left and his heart skips a beat when his gaze falls onto a small figure curled up fast asleep in a chair: curly hair has fallen over the person’s face but Tony could pick that figure out from a crowd any day.

So, Tony’s dead. He has to be. Because she’s dead and how else could she be here.

Tony’s heart skips a beat. And then another. And again. He can hear it from the monitor he’s attached too. The figure beside him stirs at the sound: or more so the lack of sound. Tony is frozen in place as he watches the figure uncurl from the chair, stretch and blink before their eyes meet and Tony’s heart breaks a little when Her face lights up with a brilliant smile. “Dad, you’re awake!” She cheers, scrambling to her feet and reaching for Tony’s hand lying on the bed.

Her smile falls a second later when Tony jerks his hand away from hers. “No.” Is all he says, staring at her with untrusting eyes. “Not again. You’re dead. Don’t do this to me. I can’t do this again: you’re not real.”

Her expression has crumbled into something so broken that Tony would feel bad if she was real, her eyes are full of unshed tears. “Daddy, I am real. Don’t you remember? Dr. Banner brought us all back and then we all fought Thanos. I’m real: I promise you.” She reaches for his hand again and this time Tony is too slow to pull away. She slips her small hand over his, careful of bandages and needles, and holds it tightly. “I’m not dead anymore, see, you can feel me. I’m real.” A single tear escapes and falls down her cheek before landing with a splash on Tony’s hand.

“Penny?” He whispers, voice cracking with emotion from just the single word. It couldn’t be real: they couldn’t have won. Could they?

She nods her head vigorously, “Yes Daddy, it’s me. I’m alive because of you. I promise you I’m real.” Her smile is watery, more tears are now falling freely down her cheeks: more land on Tony’s hand, further cementing that this is real.

A sob Tony didn’t know he was holding back tears from his throat and he reaches to hug his baby girl but only one arm responds. A cold shock rushes through Tony as he glances down at his left arm to see nothing but a stump securely wrapped in white bandages. “What the fuck?” He whispers so quietly that he barely hears it himself.

“They had to amputate it, Daddy, using the stones caused so much nerve and muscle damage that there was no chance of saving it.” Penny informs him in a small voice because of course, she heard him with her dialed up senses. “Dr. Cho said you’re extremely, extremely lucky to even be alive right now.” Penny’s voice has taken on a hollow sound and Tony glances away from where his arm use to be to see that her expression is far off and sad. Tony can see that there are deep bags under her eyes and now that she’s not smiling, Penny seems small and frighten: like the weight of the world is still on her shoulders.

Tony reaches and grabs her hand before squeezing it gently. “At least I’m alive then. I’ll take life over an arm any day.” He says confidently, hoping to ease some of her worries.

Penny smiles again, a small shaky one but Tony will take it, “Yep. Dr. Cho says you should make a full recovery…”

#whumptober2019 #my writing #marvel fanfiction #tony stark #peter parker #genderbend!peter parker #female peter parker #iron dad #iron family #spider son #i literally rewrote this three times and I still kinda don't like it #also i have one more day #i can do it #even if its november

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Day 29: Numb

Fandom: Marvel. Character(s): Tony Stark. Pepper Potts, Morgan Stark. Warnings: post Infinity War so Tony is sad. depression. Word Count: 1237

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2018

Sometimes Tony Stark feels like he died on that spaceship trying to find a way back home.

On the worse days, the days where all Tony can feel is a rocky terrain beneath his knees, a solid body turning to ash and then slipping through his fingers, Tony wishes he had died.

Because then he wouldn’t have to live in a world without his daughter.

On other days, it’s manageable. Manageable in the sense that Tony can get out of bed and function like a normal human. He can remember to eat at least once a day and he remembers to shower and how to look presentable. For the things, he can’t remember he has Pepper Potts: Pepper whose been there to bring him the other two meals he should eat. Pepper, who doesn’t allow any alcohol in a thirty-foot radius (Tony knows that Pepper is the only reason he hasn’t died of alcohol poisoning because the second Tony had woken up in the Avenger’s Compound, he had been reaching for a bottle to make himself forget).  Pepper who’s there to bring Tony out of his wing at the compound to see Rhodey and Happy.

Pepper, Rhodey and Happy are the only three people that Tony can manage for more than a few minutes. (The last time he had seen Rogers, Romanov and Thor had been maybe months ago, and the memory still burns. The betrayal still burns.) Tony stays with them only until Rhodey’s voice cracks from unshed tears and he stares at Happy’s face long enough to see his expression flicker into a broken one. Then Tony has to leave: has to go hide in his lab, to avoid having to remember Her. Because even remembering Her with his closest friends, the people who had been family to Her as well hurts too much.

Tony isn’t ready to let go of the numbness just yet.

Tony lets two months pass by in this in-between state. Until Pepper sits him down one day with red-rimmed eyes and tells him that she’s pregnant. And then the numbness is replaced with the most crushing guilt, burning anger and absolute fear that Tony has ever felt. Tony isn’t proud of what he does next: but he gets into the suit he’s been working on the past month (with the most high-power and extreme weapon Tony’s built in years) and flies away. He lands on some deserted island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean and screams. He destroys things because that’s what Starks do: they destroy all things beautiful and pure.

Because no: Tony doesn’t deserve a second chance after he killed the first one.

Rhodey arrives barely a day later. He holds Tony as he sobs and screams. Reassures him this is a good thing and that Pepper doesn’t hate him for leaving. Tells Tony that he’s not a coward, which he knows is a lie. Rhodey begs him to come back and Tony, who’s tired and numb, concedes and allows Rhodey to carry him back to Pepper and to the baby who’s cursed from the word go because they’ll have Tony as a father. Pepper hugs him so tight he’s afraid that he’ll pop and she cries as well, and if that doesn’t make Tony feel ten times worse than before. But miraculously she forgives him though because Pepper Potts is an angel and even though Tony doesn’t deserve her kindness, she still gives it to him.

Everything becomes a little more manageable after that. Tony has something to focus on, a project, and Tony is good at projects so he throws himself into it with full gusto. They buy a plot of land next to a lake and build a cabin in just shy of two months, Pepper decorates it in her usual modern sleek way but still somehow makes it homey and comfortable. (And if Pepper decorates a spare room with baby blue walls and Star Wars posters, Tony doesn’t mention it. Just like how Pepper hadn’t mentioned it when Tony had added the room to the blueprints of the house, next to the new nursery and opposite the master bedroom.)

Tony finds himself in this room on the tenth of August. On this day, Tony doesn’t even try to fight the numbness: The room is set up with all of her things from the Parker’s apartment. Tony had been paying the landlord to leave it empty until Pepper had sat him down and gently suggested that a displaced family could use the apartment, (Tony most definitely did not throw a fit over the idea but had eventually seen Pepper’s point) and so Tony had had May Parker’s personal belongings and furniture to a storage unit but had Her things moved into the cabin. Tony isn’t sure if having Her things nearby on today of all days is helpful or just increasing his pain.

No one bothers him on this day.

Pepper brings food into the food but doesn’t say much except to encourage him to try and eat. He doesn’t even look at the food. Why should he eat when She can’t anymore because of him? Instead, he lies in the bed brought for someone who will never use it and lets the numbness take over his senses. He wallows in it: lets it hold him by the throat so he can’t even cry. He doesn’t deserve the relief, not when She’s dead because of him.  The feeling of dust slipping through his fingertips is all he can feel today.

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August tenth 2019 is spent much the same way: locking himself in a room that hadn’t been touched in exactly a year.

She would’ve been eighteen today.

For the first time in a while, Tony wishes he had died on that planet as well.

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August tenth 2020 is different.

It starts much the same as the last two: with Tony shutting himself into a room with no identity and holding Her favorite soft toy over his heart to try and feel close to Her one last time. Pepper knows to leave him alone today: to let him have one day where he feels all the pain before he shoves it all backdown until the next year.

This year, however. Well, this year he hadn’t accounted for Morgan finally getting over her sea legs and figuring out how to open closed doors: she is a Stark after all, always ahead of her age group. “Daddy?” She mumbles in that little one-and-a-half-year voice of hers. “Daddy, up!” She commands, standing at the edge of the bed and holding her chubby arms up. She’s giving Tony a little toothy grin that lifts the weigh on Tony’s heart mildly.

“Oh, here we go then.” Tony mumbles as he lifts Morgan to sit in his lap. Morgan grabs for the toy still in his right hand and for a terrible moment, Tony nearly jerks it away from her. Then he looks down at the second chance he was given and a small smile appears. “Morgan, I think it’s time I tell you about your big sister.” He presses the toy into Morgan’s eager little hands and she instantly cuddles it close. “Your sister’s name was Penny and she was the kindest, sweetest girl I’ve ever known, nothing like me but also at the same time she was stubborn and reckless, so exactly like me really…”

*I’m working on trying to get the last two days done but I’m still on holiday and I’m struggling so bear with me, please

#whumptober2019 #day 29 #my writing #marvel fanfiction #tony stark #peter parker #pepper potts #morgan stark #genderbend!peter parker #female peter parker #iron dad #iron family #spider son

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Day 28: Beaten

Fandom: Marvel. Character(s): Tony Stark. Peter Parker. Guardians of the Galaxy. Doctor Strange. Thanos. Warnings: major character death, mentions of injuries: stab wound. This is set in Infinity War so I’m sure you all know what’s coming. Word Count: 1019

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2018

What perhaps in the most infuriating thing about this situation is that they nearly won. The plan had been working great: Tony and Penny had been working the gauntlet off of Thanos’ hand, even though it had been molded perfectly and tightly to his hand. Strange and Drax had been holding down limbs and the Mantis woman had been inside of Thanos’ head and making him compliant.

And then it all went wrong: Quill, even though it had been his idea (as he so aptly pointed out), was ruining it. Beating Thanos in the face and making it so Mantis struggled to keep control of the giant. Tony had tried to stop Quill but it was already too late. Penny, who had been seconds away from pulling the gauntlet off Thanos’ hand before Thanos blinked out of Mantis’ control and became aware, was thrown backward as Thanos jerked his hand away. Thanos threw Mantis into the air and Penny was chasing after the other woman to make sure she didn’t get hurt. Tony is glad that she was far enough away to not interact with Thanos again: that she couldn’t run over and start another one on one with Thanos.

Cause even though Thanos and the gauntlet had been the high priority goal, no matter what he had told Strange: protecting his daughter will always be his main goal.

Miraculously, Tony manages to survive being crushed by a moon to get into another one on one battle with Thanos. But just like everything else, Tony’s luck has reached a dead end. And at this point: he means that literally. He gets the ever-loving snot kicked out of him and he’s one hundred and ten percent this is how he’s going to die because he might’ve been able to come back from a stab wound but being obliterated by the gauntlet? Yeah, he can’t exactly come back from that. His daughter is going to watch him die: he won’t get Penny back to Earth and he’s never going to see Pepper again.

This is it. He’s got no more tricks. No more weapons. Tony Stark has been beaten finally. Tony Stark is going to die.

But then Strange does a complete one-eighty from his earlier comments about if it came down to Tony, Penny or the stone, he was going to save the stone, by offering the stone to save Tony of all people. Tony has no other option but to sit there and watch the stone he nearly gave his life to protect is handed to the giant and put with the other stones he’s nearly died to protect.

If the stab wound doesn’t kill him: the irony will.

“Why would you do that?” He had asked the magician.

“We're in the Endgame now.” Had been the cryptic answer.

Thanos was now long gone: gone back to Earth to get the final stone from Vision. Tony can only hope that Bruce got in contact with Rogers and the others so that they could team up together one last time to hopefully protect Vision and the stone. Or else they would be well and truly beaten.

Tony Stark has never been that lucky.

Tony wasn’t sure what was going to happen next or when but it happened mere minutes after Thanos had disappeared: Mantis had only had enough time to whisper “Something’s happening,” Before she disintegrated in Quill's grasp, turning to nothing but ash right before Tony’s eyes. Drax had been next, only whispering a frighten sounding, “Quill?” Before he too was gone. Then it was Quill (and one could argue that Quill may have been the reason they lost to Thanos earlier but that didn’t mean Tony wanted the other man to die) and then Strange, with a sad shake of his head and a solemn: “Tony. There was no other way.” Before he too was well and truly gone: blown away by the light wind.

“Daddy?” 

Oh no. Not her. Please for love of all that is good, not Penny.

Tony turns around to see Penny limping towards him holding her arms across her stomach, just like she did when she was little and use to get stomach aches from eating too much chocolate, her face is stricken. “I don’t feel so good.” She mumbles and Tony is instantly by her side.

“You’re all right.” He says, trying to sound confident for both of their sakes. He needs to be strong. He can’t lose her too. Please, no.

“I don't- I don't know what's happening. I don't know-” Penny’s words cut off with a groan as she jerks and falls forward: Tony grabs her and lowers them both to the ground. Lying her across his legs while he holds her upper torso to his, if he holds her tight enough, maybe he can keep her together. Penny is crying, Tony is trying his damndest not to. He’s not allowed to cry yet. Not while his daughter is dying in his arms. “I don't wanna go, I don't wanna go, Daddy, please. Please, I don't wanna go. I don't wanna go... “

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I got you.” Tony mumbles and he hates how shaky his voice sounds. He needs to be strong right now. He needs to keep it together: keep her together.

Penny lifts her head, the small movement looks to be a big struggle and looks directly into his eyes. Penny looks at him with eyes that mirror his mother’s, mirror his own and whispers, voice full of so much love, “I’m sorry. I love you.” As ash starts to creep into Tony’s peripheral, Tony makes sure to keep looking into Penny’s eyes until the last possible moment.

Until his daughter dies right in front of his eyes and Tony falls forward into space that had just held his daughter.

The blue woman mutters something that Tony doesn’t care enough to pay attention to but still catches, “He did it.”

Tony doesn’t care about Thanos right now: Tony’s just lost the most important thing in his life. Tony Stark is well and truly beaten.

#whumptober2019 #my writing #marvel fanfiction #tony stark #peter parker #day 28 #genderbend!peter parker #female peter parker #iron dad #iron family #spider son

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Day 27: Ransom

Fandom: Marvel. Character(s): Peter Parker. Morgan Stark. Steve Rogers. Warnings: kidnapping, drugging, implied/reference to rape but I promise it doesn't happen Word Count: 1230

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2025

“Pen, wake up! Penny, what’s happening?” Morgan’s scared voice pulls at Penny’s consciousness. Penny groans and grumbles something near unintelligible about wanting five more minutes. “Penny, you gotta wake up!” There’s the following sound of Morgan sniffling through tears and that pulls Penny fully back to awareness and she blinks open an eye. And immediately lets out another groan due to pain. She’s slumped haphazardly onto a concrete floor, limbs sprawled like someone had just tossed her onto the ground. Which, as the memories slowly come back, she wouldn’t be surprised if someone had. Penny had been taking Morgan on a shopping trip: to find a birthday present for mom. It had been relatively early in the morning; Penny had been hoping to be in and out before it got busy, plus the weather had been bad so many people weren’t even awake yet. One second the two sisters had been walking around, Morgan chattering away excitedly and Penny smiling and occasionally making comments, then the next Penny’s spider senses had been creating a sharp pain at the base of her skull, so strong that it brought her to her knees.

Or maybe that had been whatever poison/sedative was coursing through her bloodstream thanks to the dart sitting firmly in her neck. But hey tomayto, tomahto. Penny manages to hold on to consciousness for a dozen or so more moments: just long enough to see Morgan fall in a heap on the wet dirty ground with a dart sticking from her arm as well and a pair of heavy black boots step into view before Penny blacked out completely.

“Are you alright, Morg? They didn’t hurt you, did they?” Penny asks as she tries to force her body into a sitting position, her limbs feel like they’re made of lead but she gets there in the end. As soon as Penny’s sitting up, she’s got an arm full of crying six-year-old.

Morgan is still damp from falling onto the wet concrete so they can’t have been out for too long. Morgan shakes her head against Penny’s collar bone. “No, I’m not hurt. I want daddy and mommy.”

“I know, sweetheart. I promise I’ll get you back to them. I just gotta figure out, how to get us out of here.” They’re in a small concrete room, no windows, and only one door: it looks to made of steel but with her strength, Penny can work with that. Penny is just about to set Morgan down when the door is thrown open and four big men dressed in black stride into the room. Morgan lets out a whimper and Penny immediately changes to shove Morgan behind her, shielding her younger sister.

“Aw, look, the little brats are awake.” The man in the front, the smallest height wise but burliest amongst the group, coos. He turns his head slightly and speaks to one of the men behind him. “Grab the baby brat.” He commands and Morgan lets out a sob.

“No, you can’t take her! Take me instead!” Penny begs, scrambling onto her knees so she can protect Morgan better. No way in hell is she letting them take her baby sister away from her: her limbs may still feel weak like a newborn baby but she’s gonna go down fighting before letting them touch Morgan.  

“Don’t need to stress so much about it: aren’t you just the baby sitter after all? The Stark’s must pay you a lot to care that much about the brat.” The leader grins a sick smile as the man he gave the order too advances. “Relax, we just want to make a ransom video. We won’t hurt her. Much.”

“Don’t you fucking touch her! Take me: I’m a Stark as well!” Penny nearly shrieks in panic. But the advancing man pauses, looking back to the leader in confusion.

The leader looks momentarily confused before he starts to laugh. “No, you’re not. Don’t lie to me. Everyone knows there’s only one Stark brat.”

“Well clearly you don’t shit then, do you?! I’m Penelope Maria Stark, Tony Stark is my father. Take me instead. You can rough me up more, I don’t care, just don’t take her. I’m begging you: just please leave her out this!” Penny’s already on her knees, so she might as well commit to the whole groveling side of this.

The leader has stopped laughing. He’s looking at Penny thoughtfully. “Okay then, grab her instead, Stone. You and the other men can have more fun with her then with the baby brat.” Penny swallows nervously at the tone and what his words are implying. But a quick glance behind her, at Morgan, silently sobbing, settles any fears she might have.

Penny Stark would do anything and everything to protect her baby sister.

“Don’t be scared, baby,” Penny rushes out as Stone grabs by the forearm and lifts her like she weighs nothing. “Daddy will come and save you. You’ll be safe.” Penny promises. Morgan is clinging feebly to Penny’s hand; she doesn’t want to be alone. Which, rightfully so, which six-year-old would want to be alone after being kidnapped, but Penny can’t let her see what she knows is going to come next. And as Stone drags her across the floor, Morgan is being dragged as well. “Morgan, baby, please, you’ll be safer here. Daddy’s going to come and save you. But you have to let go, please.”

Morgan lets go.

Penny couldn’t be prouder as she watches Morgan scramble back away from the men to hide against the corner of the room. Hopefully, this will be enough to keep her safe until dad or someone can come and rescue her.

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Morgan lets out a shrill scream as the door is kicked open with enough strength to send it crashing into the wall with a loud bang. Morgan doesn’t know how much time has passed since the bad men took Penny away, all she knows is that Penny hasn’t come back and Morgan is terrified that they’re hurting her big sister. Maybe they’re coming back to hurt Morgan as well. So, Morgan cowers, trying to appear as small as possible: maybe they won’t see her and they’ll go away.

“Morgan, sweetheart?” Morgan looks up in surprise at the familiar voice. The relief that rushes through her is so strong tears immediately spring to her eyes and start falling.

“Steve?” She whispers as her daddy’s friend walks into the room and crouch down in front of her.

“Yeah, Morgs, it’s me. I’m here to take you back to your daddy and mommy, they’re really worried about you at the moment.” Steve says with a gentle smile. As he finishes his words, Morgan is already throwing herself at him and clinging to him as she cries into his neck.

“Where’s Penny?!” Morgan yells, pulling back slightly. “The bad men took her away: they were going to hurt her! I want Penny!” She looks around but can’t see her and that only increases her panic more.

“Hey, hey, it’s alright, Bucky and Sam have her. They’re taking her to a hospital. She’s... she’ll be alright, I promise. I’ll take you to meet your parents there at the hospital. Okay?” And even though Morgan is finally safe as Steve carries her out of the building, she can’t help but cry: because Penny got hurt protecting her.

#whumptober2019 #day 27 #marvel fanfiction #my writing #peter parker #morgan stark #steve rogers #genderbend!peter parker #female peter parker #iron dad #iron family #spider son #im still a day late but oh well

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Day 26: Abandoned

Fandom: Marvel. Character(s): Tony Stark. Ben Parker. May Parker.  Warnings: reference to past child abuse: nothing too graphic. Word Count: 932

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2013

“Sir, Ben and May Parker are downstairs in the lobby, they want to see you.”

Tony blinks at JARVIS’s words. “Penny’s at school at the moment, they’re aware of that right?”

Tony had a somewhat fragile relationship with the remaining members of the Parker family. While he had been alive, Richard and Tony had barely managed to be civil with each other, even with Mary around playing peace-keeper (to be fair, who would want their partners one stand around all the time?) and since Ben had been Richards brother, they had always had a similar relationship. And May thought he was arrogant and out of touch with reality, which, she really wasn’t wrong about, but it meant that May and Tony had a slightly tense relationship at the best of times as well.

They had gotten better at pretending around Penny, especially after Mary and Richard’s death when Penny had started living with Tony full time. But that was only around Penny. The remaining Parker’s only wanted to see Tony if Penny was around at the same time.

“They are aware, sir,” JARVIS replies, dryly.

Tony leans back in his chair, rubbing subconsciously at his chest where his arc reactor use to sit. His surgery to finally get the shrapnel had only been a week ago and while Tony is glad that the threat of death is gone, it does feel extremely weird to look down and not see the glowing light at his chest. “Alright, well let them up then.” He instructs JARVIS, placing his power tool back onto the bench and getting to his feet. Tony wipes his oil-covered hands on his jeans: it doesn’t really help but oh well, it’s not like Ben or May are going to want to shake his hands anyway.

A minute or so passes before the elevator doors open revealing Ben and May Parker, they walk into his private lab with serious looks on their faces. Tony feels like he’s in trouble for something but he isn’t sure what.

“Stark,” Ben says in way of greeting and Tony nods at him in response. “We wanted to talk to you. About Penny.”

Tony nods again. “Well you never want to talk to me about much else, so lay it on me.” He jokes, looking at them expectantly.

Ben and May exchange a look. “Well,” May begins in a soft voice, “We’re worried that Penny isn’t safe living with you anymore.”

Tony blinks. “Excuse me? I think I need to clean out my ears cause I don’t think I head you correctly. Penny not safe? With me? I may not have any more of my suits but there is no place safer for Penny than with me.”

“Was Penny not just kidnapped a month ago?” Ben raises an eyebrow at him and Tony winces.

“Well, yes,” Tony begins but Ben starts to talk over the top of him.

“And was she not in your house when it was blown up after you gave your address out to terrorists? And two years ago, at your Expo, was Penny not nearly killed by one of the Hammer Drones?”

“Hey, I stopped those-” Tony tries again to defend himself but is cut off by Ben.

“And did you, or did you not, hire a nanny that was verbally abusive, and even physically at times, and allow her to look after Penny for nearly four years?”

Tony is, for the first time in a long time, speechless. Tony knows he had screwed up royally with Haskell and he would never not hate himself for allowing that abusive woman to ‘look after’ Penny for so long. To this day he still felt terrible for never noticing the change in Penny.

“Ben!” May abolishes. “Look, none of us knew about Haskell and we don’t blame you for that. So far, we’ve been lucky and Penny’s only gotten a few minor injuries from all these incidents but we’re just worried that she’s going to get seriously hurt next time. Because you’ve probably screwed over a lot of people ever since you took over SI so there’s probably a dozen or so people out there who want revenge on you and they won’t think twice about hurting Penny to get to you. And how long are you actually going to stop being Iron Man? You can’t help yourself with it. And being Iron Man brings out a whole other level of bad people who want to hurt you.”

“Don’t be so gentle next time will ya?” Tony mumbles, trying to cling his usual snark, but failing. “You really know how to make a guy feel like an inadequate father.”  

May exchanges a remorseful look with Ben. “We just think it would be safest for Penny if she comes to live with us for a while. She could have a normal life for a bit: she’s going to start high school soon, and Mary always wanted her to go to Midtown, which is close to our apartment by the way. We’re not doing this to upset you, Tony, we just want Penny to be safe. Don’t you think Penny would be safe living with us?”

In all the years Tony had known her, May had only used his name a select handful of times, only when she wanted to tell him something serious. That coupled with the sincere looks that Ben and May were giving him made him crumble. “Yeah, it would probably be for the best.” He heard himself agreeing. But why did he feel like he was abandoning the most precious person he had.

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Day 25: Humiliation

Fandom: Marvel. Character(s): Peter Parker, Ned Leeds, Flash Thompson. Warnings: bullying: mentions of physical but mainly verbal. Word Count: 832

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2016

Penny Parker isn’t exactly sure why Flash Thompson hates her so much.

She’s only known the boy for a year and a half but ever since they’ve met, Flash just seems to have it in for her. Sure, she may have accidentally tripped into him on her second day at Midtown and taken them both down to the ground, while everyone around them had simply laughed at them. And she may be on the decathlon team while Flash is only the first alternate but that’s not her fault.  

Aside from those two main things, Penny can’t think of a reason why he bullies her so mercilessly. Thankfully it’s never really physically bullying: occasionally she’ll have her books shoved out of her arms or tripped in the hallway or receive a shove into a locker but it never really goes further than that. Penny isn’t sure why, because at this point, most of the teachers have seen the physical parts at one point or another and none of them seems to care, so Flash could probably get away with more. But she’s thankful that a shove is the worse she gets.  

The name calling, however. That happens constantly.

His favourite insult, likely so because it takes a jab at her physical appearance, is Pancake Parker. Penny is about 5’1 and 100 pounds while wet, so unsurprisingly her chest area is flat like, well, like a pancake. Penny can still get away with just wearing a training bra at fifteen years old. So, the constant reminder of her flat-chest is definitely not doing any favours to her self-esteem.

But most of the time she can brush aside the nasty jabs. Flash clearly has issues to work through. And with Ned by her side (and sometimes Michelle. Penny still isn’t entirely sure about her, but whenever she hears Flash call her by a nickname, she’ll make a snarky comment about him having a small dick so Michelle is cool in Penny’s books) it’s easy to ignore him and continue with her day to day life.

She told May about it after about the first month but she had said something about Flash having a crush on her and he just didn’t know to express it, which was clearly false. Flash Thompson having a crush on her was absolutely laughable. So, she didn’t mention it to May again. And if her teachers didn’t say anything about the physical side of the bullying, they didn’t even bat an eye at the name-calling.  So, Penny’s only option was to hope that Flash would maybe get bored of her and move onto a different victim.

Like that was ever going to happen.

It became worse in her Sophomore year: especially after the spider bite. After the spider bite, Penny became hungry like all the time. So much so, that she was having two lunches after most patrols. Penny’s maybe grown a total of two inches and put on ten pounds after the bite, with the amount of food she’s now eating and fighting criminals, she had hoped it would be more but apparently not.

Flash had thought of a new nickname after one particularly gruelling patrol the previous night. Penny had been awake most of the night: an apartment building had caught fire and she had spent a good hour breathing in smog and shoot trying to make sure everyone was out and safe. So, she had decided to splurge get about three lunches worth to help combat how exhausted she felt.

“Hey Penny Porker!” Flash had yelled, getting the whole cafeteria’s attention, from a table away. “You trying to eat enough to finally grow some tits? You’ll need more food than that!”

Penny blushes to the roots of her hair, shrinking down in her seat as everyone at the nearest six or so tables laugh. “Shut up Flash!” Ned attempts but it falls a little flat when his voice shakes.

“Aw, defending your little girlfriend there, Leeds!” Flash cooed in mock sweetness, getting to his feet he walks over to the pair and leans against the table. “Always knew you two weirdos were getting it on. Is Porker good in the sheets, Leeds? Doesn’t have much tits to play with in the slightest.”

Penny had been growing more and more angrier as Flash’s mocking went on, practically vibrating with anger, and when he made his final comment about her chest, even reaching behind her and snapping the elastic of her bra. Penny finally snapped. Before Flash or anyone else could get another word in Penny had sprung to her feet and punched Flash cleaning in the jaw. Miraculously, she managed to hold back most of her strength, most, but she still sent Flash sprawling onto the ground. Cheers erupted around the cafeteria, by this time, they had everyone’s attention and Penny had a single moment to feel proud of herself before a stern voice is yelling. “Parker, Leeds: to the principal’s office right now! Thompson: to the nurses!”

Penny is so screwed.

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Day 24: Secret Injury

Fandom: Marvel. Character(s): Peter Parker, Tony Stark, May Parker. Warnings: mention of injuries, nothing too detailed. Word Count: 1457

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2016

Penny Parker walks into her flat and nearly drops the DVD player she is carrying. “Dad? What are you doing here?”

Her dad is sitting on the couch with Aunt May, he’s holding a slice of her freshly made walnut date loaf (which is maybe about the most edible treat May can make) but he put’s it down when he sees Penny. “Can’t a father just come to visit his daughter?” He jokes. Penny gets a quick glance at a particularly nasty looking bruise on his face before he’s wrapping his arms around her waist in a firm hug.

Penny tries to hold back the wince of pain as he squeezes her cracked rib and her just generally bruised middle: stopping that car from running into a bus had been incredible but it had left its mark for sure. And it’s not like she can tell dad or May so she tries to cover the wince and the inevitable pain as she hugs him back just as tightly. “I just wasn’t expecting you is all.” She mumbles as they pull back. Her eyes flit up to look at the bruise again which at closer inspection is actually a black eye as well, and judging by the color is just about brand new. “What’d you do to your eye?” Penny questions.

“Oh, just an incident at work.” Dad says ambiguously and Penny narrows her eyes at him. The last thing anyone had told her was that her Dad had been taking a step back from Super Hero work, especially after what had happened with Ultron and Sokovia, and had been trying to work things out with Pepper.  (She knew the second one hadn’t worked out well: Penny still talked to Pepper at least once a week, more if she could catch Pepper at the right times, but her dad didn’t need to know that.) But, judging by that bruise it would appear that her dad was failing at the whole stepping back thing as well. “Hey, May, do you mind if I talk to Pen in her room for a second? I’ve got a trip in mind that I know she’ll just love.”

May wipes her hands on her pants before getting to her feet. “Go ahead, I’m running late for work anyway.” She walks away to her room but not before giving Penny a kiss on the head as she goes. “See you tonight?” She asks and Penny nods still wondering about dad’s earlier words: he hasn’t taken her on a trip since the last school holidays. And that had only been a short one to the London before he had been called away by business: Penny is now wondering if it had been actual Stark Industries business like her dad had told her, or Super Hero business.

Dad grips her by the should and tugs. “Come on, kid, best we have this conversation in private.”

And now Penny is panicking: he knows about Spider-Man.

There’s nothing else this could be about and honestly Penny is surprised she’s been able to get away with Spider-Man for so long without her father noticing.

Penny leads her dad into her bedroom, feeling like a criminal on death row, especially when dad closes the door and locks it behind them. “Dad, I swear I was going to tell-!” She cracks instantly, spinning on her heel to face him but he holds up a hand and Penny stops.

She is so dead.

But instead of yelling at her about becoming a Super Hero without telling him, she watches her dad as he walks to the bin and spits out May’s walnut date loaf into the bin with a dry comment of, “As walnut date loaves go, that wasn't bad.” Penny thinks he’s going to start in on her then, he certainly looks ready for it, his whole body is lined with tension but instead he looks at the collection of old computers, monitors and other hardware she has splayed out on her desk. “Whoa, what do we have here? Retro tech, huh? Thrift store? Salvation Army?” He looks mildly impressed as he inspects the circuit board she had been fiddling with the night before.

Penny shrugs. “Some of it, yeah, some is from the garbage.”

Her dad grimaces. “Please tell me why on earth your dumpster diving Penny?” The sound of the door closing indicates that May has now gone to work and Penny is mildly grateful that at least she won’t be finding out about Penny’s Spider alter ego.

“Cause the stuff I find at the thrift store are mostly just old and still usable. The stuff from the garbage is actually broken. I like trying to fix them, I just wanted to be like you, dad.”

And that was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Dad sighs, “A little bit too much like me kid. Quick question of the rhetorical variety,” He pulls out a phone, tapping a button and a mini projection shows some of the clips that people have filmed of her and have put on YouTube. In the first clip she’s stopping a carjacker, webbing him to the ground before swinging away, and in the next clip is only from the day before where she had caught a car mere seconds before it crashed straight into a bus. “When did you become able to stop 3,000 pounds at 40 miles an hour? That's not easy. You are fourteen years old and you’re making Rogers look weak.”

Penny squirms at the icy hard note in her father’s question. “That's all- That's all on YouTube, though, right? I mean, that's where you found that? Because you know that's all fake. It's all done on the computer. It’s like that video, what is it?”

Dad is nodding along with her words, a too calm expression on his face, hiding the irritation beneath it. He taps again at the phone and another video appears on the projection: this time it’s the outside view of May’s apartment, more specifically the view of her bedroom window. Where, after a couple second wait, her handmade costume, with Penny wearing it, crawls into the window she now leaves open an inch. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah . . . oh, you mean like those UFOs over Phoenix?” Dad deadpans barely concealing his anger. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

“I was going to tell you-” She tries again but is cut off yet again.

“What the hell is going through your head, Penny! You are fourteen years old. You should be out there: worrying about a math test, or seeing bad movies with friends and talking about boys. You shouldn’t be out here stopping thieves and car accidents! And to top it all off: you’re doing it in a onesie! I know I’ve never been the best parent- there’s a reason I sent you to live with May and Ben- but I feel like watching me nearly die numerous times would’ve discouraged you from wanting to be a superhero!”

Tears spring to Penny’s eyes at being yelled at but instead of backing down like she normally would, she feels inexplicitly angry. “I could say the same thing to you!” She points at the black eye. “What Super crisis is happening now, huh? I thought you said you were going to step back!”

“That’s different! I’m a grown man, I know what I’m doing when I go into a fight! You’re going to get yourself hurt, Penelope or worse killed! All because you want to be a hero? Why you doing this? I gotta know. What's your MO? What gets you outta that twin bed in the morning?”

Penny can only thank some higher power that her dad doesn’t know about the cracked ribs and how she’s currently a walking bruise. She’ll keep those injuries a secret for now. “Because… Because all my life I wanted to be like you! Because even before Iron Man, you were always my hero! And I didn’t go out looking for these powers: I’ve only had them for six months and all of a sudden, I can really be like you! And because bad things happened and I couldn’t stop them before but now I can and I can’t just sit back and lets these things happen!”

Dad just stares at her throughout her outburst, just listening to what she’s saying for the first time in months. Penny expects him to keep yelling at her: about how dumb and irresponsible she’s being but he doesn’t. Instead, he just says, sounding defeated, “We’re not done talking about this. But I’m on a bit of a time crunch and I came here for Spider-Man’s, (which by the way, why the hell are you going by Spider-Man?) and I’m going to need your help apparently. So, pack your bags, you’re going to Germany.”

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Day 23: Bleeding Out

Fandom: Marvel. Character(s): Peter Parker, Ned Leeds. Warnings: gunshot wound, blood. Word Count: 887

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2025

“Ned?! Ned, stay with me please!” Penny Stark begs as she kneels beside the limp body of her best friend. “Please, Ned, there’s an ambulance on the way, you’ve gotta stay awake though!”

Ned Leeds lets out a pitiful sounding moan, his eyes blink open and he looks around although Penny doesn’t think he’s seeing much. “Penny?” He whispers, blood bubbling in his mouth and dripping onto his lips.

Penny chokes on a sob. This is all her fault. “Yeah, Ned, I’m right here. I won’t leave you, I promise. So that means you can’t leave me either. That’s how this works remember?” She pushes down on the jumper she’s got pressed over the gunshot wounds on Ned’s stomach. Originally, the jumper had been a pale green color but now it was just red. Penny isn’t surprised: Ned got shot three times, he’s going to be bleeding a lot.

Feebly, Ned pushes at her hands, “Hurts,” His lips move a lot, but the single word is all the sound that actually comes out.

“I know, I’m so sorry Ned. But I’ve gotta try and stop the bleeding. You might d-” Penny chokes on the word. She knows what happens when you bleed too much from a gun wound, she’s seen the consequences many times while she’s been out patrolling. “You might bleed out if I don’t try and stop it. The ambulance will be here soon.” She repeats.

The plan had been to meet at the pub to catch up with some friends who had gone to different colleges. It was supposed to be a fun night. Penny and Ned had been meeting there separately, but as she had walked past a dark alley, she had heard the sounds of whimpering and crying. Luckily, Penny had enhanced hearing or else she might’ve missed the sounds, she had gone into the alley to investigate and had been horrified to see Ned bleeding on the filthy ground in an alley. Penny would guess that Ned got caught in a bad mugging because his shoes and jacket were gone, and she knows that Ned keeps his phone and wallet in his jacket.

Ned got shot three times over a mugging.

Penny was Spider-Girl and Spider-Girl was supposed to stop things like this. She had stopped a mugging only yesterday, why hadn’t she stopped this one?

Ned’s hands fall down to the ground and Penny lets out another sob. She can still hear a heartbeat, but it’s beating so incredibly slow that she’s terrified it’s going to stop any second. Where’s that ambulance?!

“Please, Ned, you can’t leave me.” She begs and soon whispers and pleas are falling from her mouth like a waterfall. She just can’t stop it. Penny can’t lose her best friend. She kneels beside Ned, holding her blood sodden jumper over the wound until the ambulance arrives. It simultaneously feels like an eternity has passed in a blink of an eye. The paramedics load Ned onto a gurney, they’re yelling and rushing around but Penny can’t make out the words.

When she tries to enter the ambulance after they load Ned on, one of the paramedics gently but firmly pushes her back off. “Family only sorry Ma’am.” He says before closing the doors on her and then they’re driving away.

Penny stumbles back onto the sidewalk, feeling numb as she watches after the ambulance until it’s out of sight. She isn’t sure what to do. Realistically, she knows she should go home if not follow Ned to the hospital but she can’t seem to make her legs follow commands. Eventually, she manages to pull out her phone and enters a number without a second thought.

“Penny, sweetheart! You can’t be done already; you only just left an hour ago!” Her dad’s voice is too loud and Penny winces. “Pen, what’s wrong?”

Penny opens her mouth; nothing comes out so she clears her throat and tries again. “Ned’s been shot, dad,” She whispers, hoping that he heard her so she doesn’t have to repeat it again.

“Shit, Pen. Are you alright?”

“Yeah I’m not hurt.” Penny answers because she’s definitely not alright at the moment. “I’m near Riley’s Pub in Queen. Can you take me to the hospital please?”

“Yeah of course, Penny, give me ten minutes and I’ll be right there.”

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“I’m so sorry Ned.”

Ned blinks at her. “Why are you sorry? It’s not like you shot and mugged me.” The joke falls flat since he’s still laid up in a hospital bed, wires are attached to him, a heart monitor beeping steadily in the background.

Penny twists her fingers in her lap. “I could’ve stopped it,” She pauses, looking around to make sure they were alone. “Spider-Girl should’ve stopped it.” She whispers.

Ned lets out a laugh, a real from the belly laugh, “Penny you can’t be Spider-Girl all the time. That’s ridiculous. Sometimes these things just happen. You can’t blame yourself for this.”

“You’re being strangely accepting about being shot three times.” Penny remarks dryly.

Ned’s smile turns into a small frown. “Well considering that it already happened: I sort of have to accept it don’t I? Bad things happen sometimes, Pen, and I don’t blame you for not being Spider-Girl all the time. So, you shouldn’t either. I’ll be fine: just you watch me.”

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Day 22: Hallucination

Fandom: Marvel. Character(s): Peter Parker. Tony Stark, Quinten Beck.Warnings: none? Penny being manipulated.  Word Count: 1159

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2023

“And here I thought that giving you my glasses was going to help you stay out of trouble, kid, guess I should’ve known better by now, huh?”

“Dad?” Penny whispers, her eyebrow furrowing at hearing her dad’s voice, in Europe of all places. Penny turns around on the stool and her mouth drops open as her gaze falls upon her dad striding confidently into the pub Beck had just brought her too only ten minutes ago. “Wha-what are you doing here?”

Dad holds his arms out in mock disappointment. “Can’t a dad just randomly fly over to Europe to visit his daughter as she fights crime? Here, I thought you’d be happy to see me,” He’s hardly finished his sentence before Penny has jumped off the stool and run full-tilt into his open arms. He lets out a grunt at the impact but returns the hug easily.

Penny shoves down at the tears filling her eyes, she will not cry in front of Mr. Beck and a room full of strangers. But everything had gone wrong; with the trip, Director Fury and the Elementals and the comfort of being hugged by her dad, having him here with her, it feels like a cool balm over her frayed nerves.

“You could’ve told me you were coming.” She mumbles pulling back and surreptitiously wiping at an eye and hoping it would come across as if she was just tired.

“Well I didn’t know I was coming until Fury got in contact with me. Why didn’t you tell me what was going on, kiddo?”

Penny ducks her head away. She was going to tell her dad at some point, but everything had happened so quickly and Penny was afraid of having another repeat of what had happened with the Vulture. She just wanted her dad to be proud of her. “Dad, this is Quieten Beck: he’s Mysterio!” Is was she says instead of answering, pulling her dad over to where they had been sitting. “He’s so awesome dad, he beat the Elementals basically all by himself!”

Her dad and Mr. Beck shake hands before the three of them take their seats again. “You did a marvelous job, Beck, couldn’t’ve done it better myself if I was still in the game.” Dad compliments, waving over the barkeep and ordering a drink. Penny doesn’t see the drink get poured but she’s mildly surprised when a scotch glass is placed in front of her dad since he’s been sober since Morgan’s birth. Maybe all the normal glasses were in the wash.

Beck waves a hand. “You’re too kind, Stark but I can’t take all the credit: your daughter did a great job out there too, no matter what Fury says.”

“Never listen to Fury, Pen, I for sure never did. You’re sixteen: you shouldn’t be getting pulled into Avengers business. Fury still has Rogers after all. That’s not what you want is it?”

Penny shakes her head, looking down at lemonade glass in front of her. “I wanna go on my trip. I want to go back on my trip with my friends and just have a normal school trip without monsters interrupting. I want to go to the top of the Eiffel Tower with the girl who I really like and tell her how I feel… And maybe try and kiss her!” Penny rushes out feeling a little embarrassed at coming out in front of Beck, her dad already knew obviously, he was one of the first people she had told.

Penny doesn’t take her eyes off the glass until she hears Beck start to chuckle a couple of seconds later. “Well, then why don’t you do that?”

“Cause, I don’t wanna disappoint you, dad. You trusted me with EDITH. You think I’m ready for more and I just want to make you proud.”

“Oh Penny, I think you’re ready whenever you think you’re ready. I wasn’t trying to push you, I just thought that they might help you. I can take them back if that’s what you want? I’ll just look after them until you’re ready, make sure Fury doesn’t get his grubby little hands on them.” Her father’s voice is soft, forgiving, and Penny wants to cry all over again.

She reaches into her pocket and pulls out the glasses. She inspects them. The symbolism behind the glasses is huge: ‘You’ll do great things with these, Pen, be the first great Stark. I trust you.’ He had said as he gave her the glasses before her trip.

I trust you.

Those were big words coming from a man who had watched her every mistake, watched her taken hit after hit, fall down and try to back up again.

The world wanted the next Iron Man.

And Penny wasn’t ready for that responsibility yet. Maybe not ever.

But she knew someone who was.

“Why don’t you give them to Mr. Beck?” She asks suddenly.

“Come again?” Beck splutters, looking taken aback.

She rounds on him, feeling surer about this than of anything else. She wasn’t ready to be the next Iron Man, to be responsible for the entire world. She hadn’t even been able to take out the Elemental by herself. Heck, she hadn’t even been able to tell MJ that she liked her yet.  “The world needs the next Iron Man. I’m sixteen, I would just mess it up. It needs to be an adult with some experience and that’s good like my dad, someone like you. You’re a soldier, a leader. You stopped the Elementals. You saved my life. You saved the world okay?” She thrusts the glasses at the man.

“No, Penny, come on, no,” Beck says firmly, leaning away from her to get away from the glasses.

“Come on Beck, I think the kids got a point, I can’t do this anymore,” Dad gestures at the prosthetic. “And until she’s ready, I think you would be the best person for the job. I mean, what you’ve done already, in the short amount of time you’ve been on Earth, is incredible!”  

Beck looks between father and daughter. Penny is still holding out the glasses for him to take. Before he can disagree with her again, Penny is opening them up and putting them on her face. “EDITH?” She asks.

Almost immediately the soothing calm voice responds with a ‘Hello, Penny.’

“Hi. Yeah… Um, I’d like to transfer your control over to Quentin Beck.”

“Penny, what are you doing?” Beck seems slightly panicked now but Penny is confident in her choice. Her dad is smiling at her so she knows she’s made the right choice.

‘Any transfer will require confirmation.’

“Confirm.” Penny says in a confident tone. She takes off the glasses and hands them to Beck. “Welcome to the Avengers.”

After a moment’s hesitation, Beck takes them and puts them on. Penny smiles, he reminds her so much of her dad in this moment. She knows she’s made the right choice.

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Day 21: Laced Drink

Fandom: Marvel. Character(s): Peter Parker. Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, original male character. Warnings: drugged drinks, references at attempted rape but it doesn’t occur. Word Count: 1431

*Please take note of the warnings: everything is alright in the end but Penny is still roofied.

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2017

Penny Stark (if her dad is trying, she can try too) is bored: her father’s parties always drag out far longer than necessary.

She hasn’t been to one of these parties in five or so years, but her dad has been trying to make an effort to be more involved in her life so she’s making an effort to be apart of his. And that means coming to these stuffy parties where the person closest to her age has to be a good ten years older than her.

At least she’s gotten to dress up. Pepper had picked out a beautiful dark green dress for her: it’s made of satin, with spaghetti straps and a v neckline. It falls just above her knees and Penny had spent a good thirty minutes, after putting it on, just twirling the material around her knees and feeling like a princess. The feeling had grown even stronger after Pepper had applied makeup to her face with a light hand and braided her long hair into a messy fishtail braid.  

So at least Penny can have a rare moment of self-confidence with no one to show off to. Penny wishes Ned could’ve come, but he’s at his grandparent’s fiftieth wedding anniversary so Penny just has to settle for texting him. She’s tucked herself in the furthest corner of the ballroom, cause that’s where the party is being held, sitting on a windowsill with her legs pulled to her chest. No one is paying her the slightest bit of attention, Dad and Pepper are busy being good hosts to spend much time with her. Well, she thought no one was paying any attention to her.

“These parties are always the biggest snooze-fest, aren’t they?”

Penny jumps a little, so engrossed in her phone that she hadn’t even noticed anyone walk up to her. She glances up and her heart might stutter a couple of beats when she sees a handsome server looking down at her with a beautiful half-smirk. “Oh. Uh, yeah.” She stutters eloquently. Mentally kicking herself for sounding like an idiot in front of the cute boy who looks to only a few years older than her. “Very boring.”

The server nods, the tray he’s got in his left hand is holding a single drink which he offers to Penny a second later. “It’s just a coke,” He says in explanation when Penny eyes it. He nods down at the empty glass beside her. “I noticed you were empty.”

Penny looks down at the empty cup. She hadn’t even noticed it was empty. “Oh right. Thank you.” She reaches up and takes the cup off the tray, she takes a large gulp as she pulls it back, hoping the familiar action will make her feel less awkward around the hot boy.

The boy flashes a brilliant smile at Penny and she can’t stop the blush that creeps onto her cheeks. “So are your parents in there?” He asks, glancing over his shoulder at the crowd behind him.

Penny takes another sip. She hadn’t noticed how hot it had gotten in the ballroom until she had the sweet relief of the cold drink. “My dad. And his girlfriend. I won’t get to leave until they do and they’ll be here all night.”

“Well I guess that’s parents for you. Can’t say I know the feeling, cause my mom died when I was ten and my dad is a deadbeat.” His voice is deadpan but there’s a wide grin on his face.

Penny takes another sip, trying to think of the best way to respond to that. “Well if it makes you feel any better, my mom died when I was five. And my dad has put in some really dangerous situations over the years.”

A moment passes between them as they inspect the other person. Then it passes and they both burst into laughter. “So, neither of us have a great childhood.” The server says before sticking his free hand out to Penny. “I’m Nathan Prescott. You can call me Nate.”

Penny takes the hand being offered. “I’m Penny Parker. Penny is fine.”

“Well it’s nice to meet you, Penny Parker. I better get back to work before I get into trouble. You should finish that drink real soon so I can bring you another.” He sends Penny a wink and Penny’s heart stutters again. No one has flirted with Penny since the Homecoming dance and her disastrous date with Liz. Penny offers a shy smile before taking another large gulp of her drink as she watches Nate walk away.

He has a very cute butt.

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Time has passed.

Penny isn’t actually sure how much, however. She’s very tired now and time is very hard to keep track of right now.    

Nate had come back maybe a dozen or so times by now? (Penny isn’t sure anymore; everything is fuzzy right now.) She may or may not have been chugging the cokes so Nate would have a reason to come back and visit her and she would have someone to talk to.

Penny swallows the last mouthful of another coke. She goes to put the glass back on the windowsill but her fingers suddenly feel very weak and the glass slips from her hands and lands, thankfully, into her lap.

“Are you alright there, Penny Parker?” A voice asks and it takes Penny a while to figure out that it’s Nate again. She opens her mouth to respond but no words come out, only a pained groaned, Penny thinks she might throw up. It must be obvious because Nate’s next words are, “You look like you’re going to throw up. Do you want some help to get to the bathroom?”

Penny’s stomach churns. She nods.

An arm wraps around her shoulders and helps Penny to her feet. “Come on then, Penny Parker. Let’s get you somewhere private, then shall we?” They begin walking. Well, Nate is walking; Penny is leaning pretty much all of her weight on the older boy because her legs don’t want to respond to commands to walk anymore.

Penny briefly wonders why he said the word private and not bathroom while Nate is basically dragging her along, but Penny’s stomach gives another unsettling jolt and Penny has no time to question the words before she’s throwing up all over her pretty dress and over Nate as well.

Nate lets out a disgusted yell and steps away. Unfortunately for Penny, this means her support is gone so Penny crumbles to the floor. She lands with a thud, her knees aching all of a sudden and now with another strong urge to throw up.

Penny wants to go home.

She hears loud voices, yelling apparently but nothing is decipherable to her at the moment. All Penny knows is that she wants to go to bed.

“Penny, sweetheart?” Penny’s head jerks toward the sounds of the voice, she can’t open her eyes to see whose talking. “Penny, it’s Pepper. Are you with me right now?”

Penny manages a groan. “I’m sorry about my pretty dress, Pep.”

“Your dress? Pen, I don’t care about your dress. I’m gonna take you to the med bay. Your dad is going to meet us there later. Okay?”

Penny manages another groan before everything goes black.

-

Penny blinks her eyes open. Then she shuts them again immediately when the bright light hurts her eyes. Her whole body is in agony but her stomach and throat hurt especially much.

“Stay down, kid,” A voice, her dad she recognizes, speaks to her right. “You had a pretty big night last night.” His voice is bitter.

“What happened?” Penny whispers, not understanding why he’s angry with her. What had she done last night?

She must’ve spoken those words out loud because her dad’s next words are, “I’m not mad at you kid. You didn’t do anything wrong. That server last night was putting Rohypnol in your drinks. I watched the security videos from the last night, he was slipping two pills into every drank he gave you. You had nearly eight drinks. Do you remember anything from last night?”

Penny tries to think, she really does, but she can’t remember a thing. She shakes her head.

Dad’s voice is softer with his next words. “That’s probably for the best. Maybe I’ll tell you later. Go back to sleep, Pen. The drugs are still in your system. I’ll make sure no one tries to hurt you anymore.”

Penny lets out a yawn before burrowing back into the sheets and falling straight back to sleep.

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Day 20: Trembling

Fandom: Marvel. Character(s): Peter Parker. Tony Stark, Morgan Stark. Warnings: nightmares, mentions of panic attacks, mentions of (not-quite) character death. Word Count: 1791

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2024

“When’s Penny gonna be home?” Morgan asks as she bounces around the house.

“Soon Morgana, soon,” Tony chuckles, catching her by the waist and pulling her up into a hug. “Aunt May picked her up from the airport an hour ago so they should be here in any minute now.” It had been agreed upon (by Pepper and May: Tony was outvoted) that May (with Happy in the car for extra precaution) would pick Penny up from the airport after her school trip.

“But I want Penny now! It’s been ages since I saw her.” She complains, dragging out the word ages. Morgan squirms briefly before flopping against Tony’s chest and hugging a soft plush bear (one of Penny’s old toys Tony realizes with a smile) close to her chest. Tony shakes his head at his youngest daughter but secretly he can’t help but agree with her. Tony hadn’t even wanted to let Penny go on this school trip.

He had just gotten her back after Thanos and The Blip (Tony absolutely cannot stand that name, but the whole population has apparently agreed upon the name so Tony has to just live with it.) only a couple of months ago after all. So, after five years of believing that his daughter was gone for good, he had been (in his opinion, righteously so) reluctant to let her go overseas for a school trip for a week.

Pepper and May had sat him down one afternoon before the trip when he had still been refusing to give Penny permission, and given him a stern talking to about not being a helicopter parent and allowing Penny the freedom she needed as a teenager before she started to resent him for sheltering her so much.

So, Tony had allowed the trip. Even though the thought of sending Penny overseas without him (or even, at least, Happy. Because that idea had been shut down as well by Pepper and May. With a resounding no from Pep: ‘Do you want your daughter to hate you, Tony, cause that’s where you’re heading.’) had been sending him into panic attacks and bringing back nightmares of an alien planet and dust-soaked hands.

And all his fears had been justified to make it worse!

Tony hadn’t wanted to be correct. Why, just this one time, couldn’t have Tony been proven wrong. Penny had nearly died: killed by a man who Tony couldn’t even remember and Tony hadn’t been able to go and help his daughter. He had tried to get in contact with Steve and Barnes but they had been over in some exotic mountains somewhere with little to no service. In their defense (something Tony will never admit to out loud: defending Roger and Barnes, disgusting) Steve and Barnes had actually hopped on a plane to go help his daughter. But Tony’s daughter is so much of a hero that she had nearly defeated the villain by the time the two super soldiers had arrived in London.

The presences of the soldiers had however helped to subdue Beck before Penny was forced to do something that any seventeen-year-old shouldn’t ever have to do. And thankfully Beck is securely locked away somewhere so hidden and away from the human population that Tony would eat his shoes if he ever got out somehow. Tony had spent many hours perfecting the security of the prison, had taken a great deal of petty pleasure out of it in fact.

Because sadly, he wasn’t allowed to kill the man who had tried to murder his daughter to get some revenge at him.  

Tony holds Morgan a little tighter at the thought. If Morgan ever has the ridiculous idea to try and be a superhero, he’s going to honestly cry. Between Iron Man, Spider-Girl, Extremis and Killian and losing an arm to bring back the population, Tony Stark has had enough with the Super Hero business to cause a lifetime worth of aneurisms.

Tony will be glad to have both his daughters back home and safe. As it should be.

“Penny will be home soon, Morgana,” He repeats. “Do you wanna go play outside so we can see when they get here?” He suggests and Morgan nods eagerly, squirming out of Tony’s grip and racing outside. Tony follows, eager to get all the time he can with Morgan until she gets too old and doesn’t want to spend any time with her father. (He dreads the day already.)

Father and daughter maybe spend a total of thirty minutes outside, playing tag and then with Morgan’s dolls before May Parker’s dark red car comes into view. May and Happy are sitting in the front, talking to each other and Penny is sitting in the back, the grin on her face, while looking at Morgan and Tony, is a mile wide and Tony returns it enthusiastically. The car has barely pulled to a stop before Penny is stumbling out of the back and racing towards Tony and Morgan.

“Penny!” Morgan screams, jumping into Penny’s awaiting arms. “I missed you Penny: Daddy isn’t as fun to play with as you!”

Tony squawks in mock offense. “Oh, I see how it is. Betrayed by own flesh and blood.” He laments but he’s so happy that even Morgan can easily tell he’s joking.

“I missed you too, Morgs. I got you a present from Venice: you’re going to love it!” Penny says, nuzzling her head against Morgan’s and making the little girl squeal with giggles.

Penny sets Morgan down and Morgan is instantly back to jumping around and yelling about her present. “No hug for your old man? I see how it is then.” Tony jokes opening his arms for the hug he knows is coming.

Penny grins and falls into the hug, tucking herself under Tony’s chin and into his arms like she’s still a little girl. (Which she always will be in Tony’s eyes.) And Tony finally relaxes in a way he hasn’t done since Penny left for the airport a week ago. Finally, his family is safe.

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Tony has gotten better at having a proper sleep schedule over the last five years, Morgan’s birth was a definite help but occasionally he would pull the rare full-nighter or occasionally be woken up by a panic-inducing nightmare. These nightmares had been more frequent in the past few months and had been happening every night for the last week. With Penny now finally home safe, Tony thought he might’ve finally been given a reprieve from the nightmares.

But as he jerks awake at three o’clock in the morning, he curses his optimism.  

On top of the nightmares, he’s also experiencing phantom pains from his non-existent arm so he knows he’s not getting back to sleep anytime soon. Carefully, as to not wake the sleeping Pepper, Tony maneuverers himself out of bed and walks downstairs to the kitchen in search of hot cocoa before maybe going to work on a project.

As he pads downstairs, he’s surprised to see that there’s a faint light coming from the living room, so he changes his destination and heads into there instead. In the living room, he finds Penny curled up underneath a big blanket on the sofa. One of the newer Disney movies (one that had come out during The Blip) is playing on the TV but Penny doesn’t seem to be paying any attention to it.

Her shoulders are shaking and Tony’s heart breaks a little when he realizes it’s because she’s crying.

“Oh Pen,” He says softly as to not startle her but Penny still jumps. She whirls around, looking at Tony with wide and red eyes.

“I had a bad dream.” Penny mumbles, sounding so much younger than she actually was. “Can I have a hug please?”

“Oh, baby, you never have to ask me that. I’m always going to hug when you’re upset. Even when you aren’t upset, I’m still going to hug you.” He jokes feebly as he sweeps around the sofa, Penny has opened up her blanket cocoon and Tony worms his way inside and hugs Penny to his chest. Tony is very glad that he wore his prosthetic to bed so he can hug Penny with both arms. “Do you want to talk about it, sweetheart?”

Penny gives a weak sounding laugh at his bad joke before burrowing against his chest. She’s trembling like a leaf against him and Tony has another strong urge to go hurt Quentin Beck for hurting his baby girl. Tony thinks that maybe Penny won’t talk about her dream, she’s silent for a long time, just taking comfort from him, and Tony won’t push her.

“I killed him,” Penny whispers out of the blue. “In my dream, I mean. In my dream, Mr. Rogers and Mr. Barnes didn’t turn up and I kicked one of the drones and it shot him. There was no one else there. You weren’t there either Daddy and I don’t know why. I watched him die in my dream Daddy. And the worse part is, is that I wasn’t even sorry to watch him die.”

Tony could kill Quentin Beck.

Instead however, he pushes Penny’s curls away from her face and kisses her forehead. “It was just a dream, baby, Beck is alive and is going to be locked away for the rest of his life. And even if he had died it wouldn’t be the worse thing in the world.” Penny makes a pained sound in her throat and Tony knows that that was the wrong thing to say. “It was just a dream, sweetheart. You have the biggest heart out of anyone I know (well maybe you and Morgan are tied) you’re so trusting and caring and I don’t know how you came from me because you are nothing like me: you are everything that I wish I could be. I love you so much, baby. You saved all those people and even after all Beck did too you, you still made sure that even he didn’t die. You are the best person I know baby, and I wouldn’t change that for the world.”

Penny’s trembling has lessened slightly and her crying is lighter now. “I love you, Daddy,” Is all she whispers back.

Tony plants another kiss to her forehead. “I love you to bug. Now, how about you try and sleep a little? I’ll be right here for you if you have any more bad dreams okay?” Penny’s only answer is to nod slightly, burrowing into Tony’s arms as he manages to pull the blanket tightly around without letting go of Penny too much. In a matter of moments, Penny has fallen asleep and only a little while later, Tony falls asleep too.

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Day 19: Asphyxiation

Fandom: Marvel. Character(s): Mary Fitzpatrick, Tony Stark. Warnings: labor (badly written) mentions of  birth asphyxia (baby is fine in the end). Word Count: 938

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2001

It all happens so quickly. Five minutes ago, Tony Stark was channel surfing in the Parkers’ apartment, Mary was beside him reading a book while Richard was over in London for a conference.

Then Tony blinked.

Richard’s conference is being blown up, Mary’s water is breaking and Tony is in a rush trying to navigate the busy streets of Queens and terrible drivers to get to the nearest hospital.

So, Tony is in a complete panic.

It’s too early for the baby, Mary is only thirty weeks pregnant: Tony is no pregnancy expert (despite reading five books on the subject during the first week after being told) but he’s pretty sure that most pregnancies are forty weeks. He had made the mistake of asking Mary if she could just hold the baby in for a few more weeks while on the drive and had nearly crashed into an oncoming taxi as Mary had hit him none too gently upside the head. And then had been yelled at for not focusing on the roads for his stupid question.

He might’ve deserved but he was panicking alright. His brain to mouth filter is practically non-existent at the best of times and a panicking soon-to-be father was definitely not his best time.

The rest of the drive had been a blur of trying to be a good driver and soothing Mary through her contractions. He hadn’t done a great job at either. He was going to have to retouch the paint on Mary’s old Honda later, but right now, that was the least of either of their worries. Mary’s contractions seem to be causing her complete agony and oh yeah, the baby was coming ten weeks earlier than planned. But at least they made it to the hospital in one piece. Mary is rushed into one of the private suits (thank God for the Stark name holding a lot of weight) and a nurse is with them within a couple of minutes; attaching pads to Mary’s stomach and chords to Mary herself. Then a Doctor appears saying something about a pelvic exam.

Then Tony had blinked again.

Now he’s in one of the birthing suites dressed fully in scrubs and having Mary crush his hand in her iron-like grip. Seven hours have passed in the blink of an eye. Although his numb hand tells a different story. Mary has an iron-like grip apparently when she’s in pain. Tony had tried to step back during the first hour but Mary wasn’t having a bar of that. “I’m trying to push a baby out of my body Stark, and I’m going to remind you once and one time only. That you’re the person who put me into this situation so you are going to shut up, stand here, and let me hold your hand until this over. Especially while Richard isn’t here.”

Somewhere around the three-hour mark Mary’s brother-in-law had turned up, a concerned smile aimed at Mary and a scowl directed at Tony (moments like this is where Tony could see a strong family resemblance between the two brothers) to inform Mary that Richard was indeed safe and trying to book a flight from London to New York to be with Mary. But that would take about seven hours and Tony didn’t have a lot of faith that he would make it on time.

So, Tony has to be Mary’s support person and Tony is sure this one day has provided him more stress then he’ll have in an entire lifetime. (But thankfully Potts and Happy had forced him to go to Mary’s Lamaze classes cause otherwise he would’ve run away screaming by now.)

Tony has never been a very empathetic person, never even had a desire to try and be but for the first time in a long time, he tries to be for Mary.

He lets Mary crush his hand, (he might need reconstructive surgery after this) wipes at her sweaty forehead with a cloth and says encouraging words and statements to her. And since Mary is no longer yelling at him, Tony thinks maybe, just maybe, he might be doing an alright job.

“You’re doing great, Miss Fitzpatrick. Just give me a couple of stronger pushes.” The Doctor between Mary’s legs said before ushering a nurse forward and muttering something to her that Tony didn’t catch.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Mary asks between pants, her voice sounding wrecked from all her earlier screaming.

“No need to panic Miss Fitzpatrick. We have reason to believe that your baby might be suffering birth asphyxia. I just want to be prepared in case it's more than a mild case. Time to push again,” And how he managed to say that in a steady tone is beyond Tony because now Tony is feeling woozy with all the blood that just rushed to his head.

Mary lets out a low panicked groan as she pushes through a contraction “What the hell is asphyxia?” She gasps after its finished.

The Doctor finally looks a little reserved, it looks like one the nurses may have slapped his arm. “Ah. How about I tell you after the baby is born. I might just be pre-emptively diagnosing,”

And Tony wants to yell at him for either unnecessarily scaring them or not telling them what could be wrong with their baby but Mary is pushing again. And Tony might be suddenly able to guess what birth asphyxia is when the Doctor is holding up a baby that isn’t making any sound and has skin that appears to be grey instead of a normal new baby pink color.

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Day 18: Muffled Scream

Fandom: Marvel. Character(s): Peter Parker, Ned Leeds Warnings: spider bites: sickness due to bite but it's not fatal. Word Count: 849

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2016

“Are you even allowed to be here?” Ned whispers as they walk through the Oscorp laboratories. Penny’s freshman chemistry class follows an Oscorp employee through the building, only about half of the class is paying attention. Maybe if the tour guide actually spoke in something over than a monotone drawl, he would actually have the student’s full attention. Even Penny and Ned, who enjoy learning about anything and everything are struggling to pay attention.

“Probably not,” She replies, remembering all the times she’s heard complain about Oscorp Industries. Penny shrugs, “What Dad doesn’t won’t hurt him. It’s not like we talk anymore anyway.” She adds bitterly.

Poor Ned shifts awkwardly and Penny feels more than a little bad for unloading on him. As much as Ned tries to be, he’s not the best at emotional stuff.

“Sorry, Ned, forget about it,” Penny forces a smile and Ned responds with his one of his own. “It’s field trip day: this is supposed to be fun!”

“Yeah, but he’s making it boring,” Ned jerks his head towards the tour guide who is walking in front of the group, not paying them any attention while still droning on. Penny giggles and tries to focus in on what the guide is saying: something about bio-chemistry engineering. She really does want to be interested, but he’s making it so hard.

It isn’t until they’re all led into a room filled with three dozen or so glass cases filled with rare and interesting looking spiders that the guide has the full attention of every student there. He talks about how every spider has had successful modifications to their genetics. How some of them can make stronger and longer webs, jump further, can web up their prey faster and how some even have stronger venom. (And Penny is slightly terrified to think of how that was tested.) The group spends about twenty minutes milling around, looking carefully at all the spiders before the tour guide is ushering them out of the room again.

Penny and Ned are some of the last to leave and it’s as Penny is leaving the room, she feels a shiver run up her spine. Something is crawling up her arm. Penny flicks at it absentmindedly and as she does, she feels are a prick on the back of her arm, just above the elbow.

“Ow,” Penny whispers as she lifts her arm up and tries to inspect her elbow. She can’t see anything and when she rubs a hand over it, she can’t feel anything either.

“Penny? You coming?” Ned calls to her, glancing back at her from where he’s walked ahead.

“Yeah! Yeah, I’m coming.” Penny answers, shaking her head as she drops her elbow back down to her side.

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“Penny, are you feeling alright?”

“Hm?” Penny mumbles, lifting her head off the bus window.

“Pen, are you feeling alright? You’re practically falling asleep on the bus, which, how?” Ned repeats, voice concerned.

Penny blinks. “Yeah, I’m just feeling really tired all of a sudden.”

“Will you be alright to make it home? You might fall asleep on the subway. You could come back to mine, and we’ll watch a movie or something.”

Penny waves a hand. “Yeah, ’ll be fine. Stop being such a worry-wart. May wanted me to do some cleaning around the house.”

“If you say so, but if you end up in some dodgy area cause you missed your stop, don’t blame it on me.”

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How Penny makes it to their apartment is unclear, despite what she had assured Ned earlier, she had fallen asleep (very briefly, thankfully) on the subway, just barely waking up for her stop. She had stumbled home, feeling like an uncoordinated zombie. She’s sweating like a pig for some unknown reason and her stomach is rolling.

Forget about cleaning, all Penny wants to do is, maybe shower if she can stand long enough, then fall into bed and sleep for a week.

She throws her backpack onto the floor as she enters the apartment, slamming the door behind her even though she swears she only gave it a gentle push to close it. Penny is too tired to question it at this point however, so she only locks the door behind her and heads to her room. Without a second thought, Penny falls face first onto her bed and falls asleep in less than two minutes.

The next time Penny wakes up, she’s in complete agony. It feels like someone is boiling her alive; her skin is so hot like a million bugs are crawling underneath her skin. Penny gasps, before shoving her head into the pillow and screaming. The pillow muffling the sounds of scream so as to not annoy the neighbors.

This must be it; Penny thinks as she rolls in her bed, this is how I die.

She just wants it to end at this point, she doesn’t understand what’s happening. She was fine this morning and now she feels like she’s dying.

Take me now, she thinks as she screams into her pillow again.

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Day 17: ‘Stay With Me’

Fandom: Marvel. Character(s): Tony Stark, Peter Parker. Warnings: nightmares: fake torture happening due to nightmare. Word Count: 880

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2010

Tony gasps as his head is yanked backward out of the icy cold water both he had been submerged in, sucking in the crisp fresh air as water pours over his face into his mouth, hindering the much-needed action of breathing.

“Jericho, Jericho, Jericho!” Unrecognizable voices boom all around him, the sound vibrates throughout his entire body, his teeth humming in time. Hands go to push Tony back into the tub and he jerks away, his body desperate to stay out of the water again.

He falls backward and his body sprawls out onto a rocky and uneven floor. Tony feels bone dry suddenly and he releases a sigh of relief that is short-lived as a shock of electricity courses through his veins and he lets out a scream of pain.  The shocks continue to run through his body, starting at his heart and rushing outwards.

Tony hands move to claw at his chest, hoping to find the source of the shocks, but instead of touching the skin of his chest, Tony’s hands fall into nothingness. Tony lets out a sob, trying to find where his heart used to be.

Why can’t he find his heart?

The screams of “Jericho!” have changed into “Killer! Killer! Killer!” But now the tones are decipherable. Rhodey, Pepper, Happy and little Penny stand around him in a half-circle. His mother and father stand either side of Penny, glaring down at him as they join in the chant.

Tony is still trying to find his heart.

Tony is screaming. It’s due to the pain he’s feeling all over and also trying to drown out the sound of the most important people in his life calling him a killer.

Time passes. It must pass because Rhodey, Pepper and Happy disappear leaving just Penny and his own parents.

His mother gazes down at him sadly before she steps back and the darkness swallows her up. Howard places a hand on her shoulder and Tony wants to scream at him to let her go and don’t you dare touch her, but his mouth feels sewn shut. “Daddy?” Penny’s voice is scared. Tony desperately wants to go help her but now his body is locked on the ground.

Howard’s face is set into the harsh frown he remembers from throughout his childhood. Then the stern face of Howard Stark morphs into the angry smile of Obadiah Stane, as he continues to hold onto an oddly still Penny. Out of the darkness Stane’s Iron Monger suit appears and attaches piece by piece until Stane is fully suited and all the more terrifying. His shout of anger aimed at the man who used to be like a father to him is muffled because his lips won’t react to his commands.

“Daddy?” Penny’s voice now sounds terrified. “Why are you screaming?”

Because you’re standing next to the man who threatened to kill you and also came very close to killing me. Why won’t his mouth open! He wants to scream!

“Daddy, wake up!”

Tony flinches when he feels a hand on his shoulder, shaking him roughly. He just wants this to stop. He’s so very tired. The hand on his should goes to poking him repeatedly: it’s very annoying. Without thinking, he swipes at the poking hand, and his hand follows.

And then, Tony hears the best sound he heard in years, the sound of Penny giggling. “Daddy, are you waking up now?”

Tony grumbles and then he opens his eyes.

He’s in his lab. Not back in the cave in Afghanistan: being tortured or electrocuted or yelled at by his loved ones. He’s slumped over in a chair, drool on his chin and Penny standing in front of him with wide frightened eyes. He blinks again, needing the confirmation that he was just having a nightmare, a horrendous one but just a nightmare all the same.

“You were having a bad dream Daddy,” Penny whispers, eyeing him warily. “You were screaming and everything. JARVIS woke me up and told me since you weren’t responding to his attempts.”

Tony side-eyes the ceiling. “You forced my hand, sir,” The AI responds and Tony regrets making him sound so much like the original Edwin Jarvis in moments like this.

He sighs. “Well, thanks then Jar. I think I need a hug Bug,” Tony forces a small smile and Penny returns it with a wide grin of her own as she falls into Tony’s arm. The hug is just what Tony needs: Penny is warm, soft and tangible and is just the perfect level of comfort to Tony’s frayed nerves. He buries his face in her curls and breaths in the comforting scent of soap and Penny’s strawberry shampoo. “Hey, why don’t we go watch a movie or something? I hear Peter Pan is good.”

Penny giggles at being tempted with her favorite Disney film. “Daddy it’s three in the morning, I should be sleeping right now.”  Her voice is teasing and Tony knows that she’s two seconds away from giving in.

He brushes a curl aside. “I know, but it would be really nice if you would stay with me right now. I need some cuddles with my baby tonight.”

Penny nods, smiling, “Okay Daddy, let’s go watch Peter Pan then.”

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