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yes-i-am-happyaspie · 4 months

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How about Peter feeling touch-starved and asks Tony for a hug?

These mini fics often turn out super self-indulgently soft. Haha. But hey! We love it, right?? We're here for the fanon?? I know I am! I hope Anon is too because this one is hurt/comfort with a heavy emphasis on the comfort. Peter desperately needs a hug and doesn't know it. Good thing Tony does. :) Super sweet. Very fluff.

Peter Parker Needs a Hug 967 Words

At sixteen-years-old, Peter was eminently capable of spending a week alone in the apartment. May had been begged to take some shifts at a short-staffed hospital a few hours away. She’d tried to decline. She’d told them she had a nephew at home and couldn't uproot him in the middle of the school year.

Peter had argued the compensation was too good to give up. He’d assured her he would be fine. It wasn’t like he spent that much time at home anyway. He’d attend school, patrol, complete his homework and sleep. If he needed anything, he would have the Leeds’, MJ and Mr. Stark.

Reluctantly she had accepted the offer. She’d packed a few bags, hugged him tightly and driven off.

As it were, Peter flourished in the independence. He woke up early to make himself breakfast, watched whatever he wanted on the television and made sure to get to bed at a reasonable hour. It was great. And when the first week went well, May apprehensively agreed to one more.

While Peter missed his aunt, he wasn’t terribly upset that she had decided to stay longer. It was only seven more days and they talked on the phone all the time. However, the intrigue and sense of accomplishment that came with being trusted to care for himself came to a screeching halt in the middle of his eleventh night of solitude.

For no discernible reason, Peter woke up too early in the morning feeling uneasy. He didn’t think he’d had a nightmare. If he had, he certainly didn’t remember it. Sighing, he went to get a glass of milk from the kitchen; something he often did when he simply couldn’t sleep. But as he walked down the hall, he realized something was different. What he ordinarily thought of as a peaceful silence in the apartment, had been replaced with an eerie feeling of emptiness. He rolled his eyes at his own dramatics and flipped the light on.

The rest of his day didn’t go any better. He got to school and went through the usual paces. Really, it would have been a completely ordinary day had it not been for the lingering discontent in the back of his head. It made him irritable and anxious, and he had no idea how to combat.

When lunch came around, Ned put a hand on his shoulder and asked him if he was okay. He shook his head, his eyes stinging with unshed tears as he fought back the overwhelming desire to pull his friend into a bone crushing hug. Being that they were in the middle of the crowded cafeteria, he fought the urge and wrapped his own arms around himself instead. He mumbled he was just in a bad mood, apologized and tried to go back to his suddenly tasteless sandwich.

Patrol was a no-go. He wanted to go out and help, but lacked the motivation. It was odd. He couldn’t think of a time he’d ever not wanted to patrol. He brushed it off as another symptom of a bad day and went straight home. He’d only been there about ten minutes before Mr. Stark texted him.

‘You’re not patrolling today?’

‘Taking a break,’ he replied, not wanting to give too much away.

‘Want to take that break at the tower? the next message read. Followed by, ‘I could use your help.’

Peter read the message over a few times, surprised that going to the tower actually sounded really nice. Hurriedly, he changed into this suit and headed in that direction.

“Hey, Kiddo!” Mr. Stark cheerfully greeted. “How goes your lack of parental supervision? I haven’t gotten any emergency calls, so I assume it’s gone well.”

Dubiously, Peter narrowed his eyes. “May asked you to check on me, didn’t she.”

Mr. Stark smiled sheepishly, his hand moving to the back of his neck. “She did. Said you sounded a little down this morning.”

Peter’s eyes tried to well up again. It was super aggravating. Especially in front of Mr. Stark.“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” he growled. “I’m antsy and annoyed for no good reason.”

Mr. Stark’s head tilted to the side. “How long has May been gone?”

Peter scrubbed at his face and did a mental tally. “Almost twelve days.”

There were a few beats of silence. Then Mr. Stark beckoned him closer. “Come here, Buddy.”

“Why?” Peter asked, feeling more defensive than he should have.

“Just come here. Trust me.”

Peter did as asked. He closed the distance between them and was met with a tight embrace. He stiffened for a split second before melting into the pressure. He couldn’t restrain the fresh round of tears that sprung to his eyes. Mr. Stark tightened his grasp, swaying gently as he ran a hand up and down his back. He didn’t stop until Peter gathered a breath and pulled back on his own.

“Better?” Mr. Stark asked, one hand still squeezing Peter's bicep.

“Yeah,” he replied, his cheeks pink with mild embarrassment. “Yeah, that’s better.”

“I know you’ve been doing fine on your own, but you know you’re welcome to stay here tonight,” Tony offered. “Pizza and movies. I’ll get you to school in the morning.”

Relief Peter didn’t even know he needed, washed over him. “That actually sounds really awesome,” he sighed, leaning in for another brief hug. “Thanks, Mr. Stark. You always seem to know what I need.”

“That’s my job,” Mr. Stark said softly. “But next time you need a hug, all you have to do is ask, okay, Pete?”

“Okay,” Peter echoed. He bit back a smile and looked up through his lashes. “Can I have a hug?”

Tony barked a pleasant laugh. “Of course, Kiddo! Any time,” he said, arms outstretched for Peter to fall into. “Absolutely anytime.”

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peterparkourstuff · 2 years

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Kidnapper: we have your son

The Avengers: We don’t have a son??

Kidnapper: He made us reevaluate our life choices and now we feel really bad, please come and pick him up

The Avengers: Oh my god you have Peter

Kidnapper: I’m going to be a painter

#peter parker #mcu textpost #spiderman #marvel mcu #irondad #ironman #peter parker needs a hug #tony stark #the avengers #clint barton #natasha marvel #thor odinson #bruce banner #the hulk #wanda maximoff #vision

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reidingandwriting · 4 months

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when (s)he sees me > p.p.

Word Count: 3.7k

Ship: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Some angst near the end!

Peter Parker is in love with his partner Y/N Y/L/N. One small problem, he hasn't told them yet. But he has a plan, a great plan, and he's going to tell Y/N how he feels.

Link to post on AO3- this version was tweaked a little bit.

✨ Masterlist ✨

Part Two!

-Peter Parker-

“Today’s the day I’m going to do it.” Peter said as he closed his locker. “I’m going to tell Y/N I love them.” Ned eyed his best friend, a look of disbelief in his eyes.

“That’s what you said last week. And the week before.” Ned said as he took his books out of his locker. “I can’t blame you for chickening out, they’re intimidating. Like MJ."

“MJ’s not intimidating.” Ned scoffed and Peter paused before he spoke again. “Okay, yeah, she’s terrifying. But Y/N isn’t. They’re sweet, and May loves them. Mr. Stark’s been begging me to bring them to the compound so he could meet them, or he would ‘investigate the kid that’s dating his kid.’”

“Wait, he called you his kid?” Ned asked.

“He totally did, even though he changed the subject immediately after he let it slip. And I saw Ms. Black Widow this weekend and I told her about it, and apparently it wasn’t the first time he’s called me ‘his kid.’” Peter noticed the wide-eyed look in his best friend’s eyes and shushed him. “Don’t you dare repeat that.”

“I can’t believe you met her. You better not tell MJ, she’d bully you until you introduced them.” Ned said and then paused before he spoke. “But how do you plan on-”

“Ooh, a plan. I love scheming, what are we doing?” A new voice filled Peter’s ears, and Peter turned around with a smile.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” Peter wrapped his arms around you, and it was your turn to smile when Peter’s lips brushed against yours, and Peter welcomed the familiar taste of your cherry chapstick.

“Ugh, get a room.” MJ said as she walked over, and Peter stepped back from you with his cheeks tinged red.

“Oh, shut up.” The sound of your laughter made Peter’s heart skip a beat and then you turned to face Peter again. “So, what were you and Ned talking about?”

“You know, top secret stuff. Very important… guy stuff?”

“Guy stuff?” Peter’s breath hitched as your eyes studied his face, and he wondered if this is how specimens under a microscope felt. “O..kay. Guy stuff can be a secret.” The first bell rang and you groaned. “Having pre-cal first thing in the morning is the worst. MJ and I will see you in third period. Have fun with your ‘guy stuff.’ I know it’s code for Star Wars.” You kissed Peter’s cheek before you left with MJ, saying bye to Ned as you walked away.

“Is not!” Peter called after you before he turned to Ned.

“Guy stuff?”

“Shut up.”

~Y/N~

“Peter’s planning something.” You said as you sat on top of MJ’s desk. You had a substitute teacher who could not care less about teaching for your second period today, so the entire class was doing their own thing. You chose to sit with MJ and talk while she doodled on your hand.

“Obviously.” MJ chuckled, a hint of a smirk on her lips. “I know he’s a little extra dorky around you regardless, but he seemed on edge today.”

“Right?” You leaned your head back against the wall, grateful for MJ’s corner desk. “You think that would’ve worn off by now.”

“Dude, you intimidate him. Even after, what, three months of dating?”

“How in the hell do I intimidate him? He’s dated me for three months, and I cried in front of him and May when we watched this sad dog movie two weeks ago.”

“Because you’re hot.” You raised a brow as you glanced at MJ.

“I’m hot so I intimidate him?”

“Get rid of all your personal biases towards Peter and think about it. He had a little crush on Liz and could barely even speak to her. And before you and him started dating, he never dated anyone.”

“Neither have I.” Your brows furrowed and MJ groaned, causing a few people to look over for a second before they turned back to their own things.

“But you’ve been asked out by a couple guys and girls since you started last year. That’s not Peter’s experience at all, and he’s probably feeling like you’re out of his league. Waiting for the shoe to drop and waiting for you to realize that.”

“He really thinks that?” You frowned and closed your eyes, and you tried to wrap your mind around what MJ had told you. Note to self- make everyone who ever doubted Peter or made him feel bad about himself regret it. The bell ringing snapped you out of your daze, and MJ patted your arm.

“Come on, let’s go see lover boy.”

-Peter Parker-

“You’re strangely quiet today, kid. It’s kind of creepy, I don’t think there’s been a single day since I’ve met you that you’ve been quiet.” Mr. Stark said and Peter kept his eyes glued on his chemistry homework. Homework always came before lab time, Tony was serious about Peter’s schoolwork. And Peter would never admit it, but it made him really happy how much his mentor cared about him- not just Spider-Man.

“You’re always telling me how important homework and school is, but now I’m too quiet because I’m doing homework? Sounds a bit hypocritical, Mr. Stark.” Tony smiled at Peter’s comeback; that was the kid he knew. Now he just had to push delicately where Peter wouldn’t notice he was pushing.

“Teenagers, FRIDAY. They’re such brats nowadays.” Tony tossed his screwdriver to the side and he walked over to Peter, peering over his shoulder to see what he was working on. “Covalent bonds? You can do this in your sleep, Pete. Something else is racing through that big brain of yours.”

“Covalent bonds can be very complicated.” Peter said. Very subtle, Mr. Stark. “Just so you’ll stop bugging me, it’s Y/N. You know we’ve been dating for a few months.”

“But you won’t even let me do a background check on them.”

“I think I’m ready to tell them I love them.” Peter admitted. “And I don’t know how to do it. It’s my first time telling them, or anyone, that. And it’s too big of a moment to just casually drop in conversation.” Peter let his head drop to the counter with a thud and Tony ignored the curse that he muttered under his breath.

“Shit.” Tony said after a moment.

“Really helpful.” Tony ruffled Peter’s hair as he took a seat beside him.

“You know Y/N better than anyone, kid. It doesn’t have to be some grand extravaganza. The first time I told Pepper I loved her wasn’t intentional, but I meant it.” Tony said and Peter raised his head, his interest now piqued.

“How did you tell her?”

“Pepper and I had to work all night one day back when we were in Malibu, we had a little security breach, so I made breakfast the next morning to thank her for staying when she didn’t have to. I made us omelets, made a pot of coffee, and it was a really domestic moment. We ate in silence, exhausted from working all night. I cleaned up and before Pepper left to get ready for work, I kissed her goodbye and said I love you. I don’t think either of us processed it until we were at work, then we discussed it. A couple of weeks later, she told me she loved me over dinner.” Tony smiled, and Peter noticed a special type of fondness in his eyes, a look he recognized as one reserved for Pepper.

“I like that.” Peter hummed, the wheels in his head churning. “Dinner sounds good.” Tony clapped Peter’s shoulder.

“Speaking of dinner, are you staying for dinner tonight? Sam’s cooking tonight, and he’s honestly the best cook here. And Wanda’s been in a baking mood lately, so there’s cupcakes as well. I’m sure if you ask her, she’ll give you an extra one for Y/N.” Tony winked and Peter groaned.

“I’m going back to my homework. Then we need to work on my suit.” A brief pause. “Someone may have… swiped at me on after school patrols. With a knife.”

“...Someone what?”

~Y/N~

“How do we like this?” You stepped in front of your phone, propped against a stack of books on your desk. You were on a video call with MJ, and this was the third outfit you had tried on.

“Keep the pants, change the top. What about that dark green top from your first outfit?” MJ suggested and you gasped.

“You’re a damn genius, I love you so much. Be right back.” You said as you walked out of the camera’s viewpoint to change.

“Where are you two going?”

“Just dinner at his apartment.” MJ opened her mouth to question you, but you beat her to it. “Him, May, and Tony fucking Stark. The man is a genius, and don’t get me started on Pepper Potts. If I were into business at all, she’d be who I aspired to be.”

“Befriend them enough so you can invite me over to meet Black Widow. She could use her Widow Bites on me, and I’d thank her.” MJ fell back against her bed, and you laughed as you finished getting ready. A couple of minutes later, your phone vibrated and you read the text on your screen.

Peter <3: ‘here when you’re ready x :)’

“While you daydream, I’m gonna head out. Peter’s here.” You grabbed your jacket and your apartment keys, then grabbed your phone. “I’ll text you when I’m back.”

“You better. Be safe.” MJ’s voice went up into a teasing tone, and you raised your middle finger. “Love you, loser.”

“Love you, nerd. Bye!” You ended the video call before you switched to messages and opened your conversation with Peter.

‘on my way down now. see you soon! <3’

-Peter Parker-

What happens then? If when she holds me My heart is set in motion

“Please don’t embarrass me, Mr. Stark.” Peter pleaded once he got your last text. “I’m already so nervous, I feel sick.”

“Not in the car, kid. Go outside if you need to-”

“Mr. Stark!” Peter whined and Tony chuckled.

“I promise. No embarrassing you, for the car ride. Best I can do.” Peter opened his mouth to protest but Tony cut him off. “Is that them?” Peter looked out the window and saw you, and his heart skipped a beat. You looked amazing, and Peter suddenly became hyper-aware of his own outfit. God, he hoped he looked nice enough. With a gentle shove from Tony, Peter got out of the car and called out your name.

“Wow, nice ride.” You said as you walked over, a bright smile on your lips. “A bit much considering I live within walking distance to your apartment.”

“Yeah, that’s… that’s Mr. Stark for you.” Peter chuckled nervously, and you brought your hand to his chin and lifted it up. Peter swore his heart rate became erratic from the gesture and he was grateful you couldn’t hear it.

“Hey. It’s just me. You don’t have anything to be so nervous about.” As if you were sealing a promise, you pressed a kiss to Peter’s lips. “Now, we should probably get in the car.”

“Yeah, yeah. Here, let me.” Peter was thankful his brain worked enough to open the door to the backseat for you, and you thanked him before you got in. Peter followed after you and he leaned back into the seat with a sigh. God, he was going to struggle to get through the night.

“So, you’re the famous Y/N I’ve heard so much about.” Tony said as he drove, and Peter wished he could web Mr. Stark’s mouth shut.

“Depends on what he told you.” You teased and your knee nudged against Peter’s. Your way of telling him ‘it’s okay.’ “The good things were me, and the bad things were probably me as well.”

“I literally can’t name a single ‘bad thing’ you’ve done, except for not like Star Wars.” Peter said and the two of you began to bicker about the franchise, with Tony occasionally chipping in with his limited knowledge he only had because of Peter. Tony felt honored to be a part of this moment, and the smile on Peter’s face would be in his memory forever.

~Y/N~

“Dinner was amazing, May. Thank you so much for having me over.” You started to clean up your plates, and May ‘tsked’ at you.

“Of course, Y/N. You know you’re always welcome here. And don’t worry about the plates, Tony and I will take care of it.” Tony looked as if he was going to protest, but May silenced him with a look.

“Go on and skedaddle, the adults have this.” You stood up and Peter did the same. Peter glanced in the direction of his room and you nodded.

“We’ll be in my room if you need anything, May. Thank you.”

“Tony or I will come get you when we need to take Y/N home.” May smiled and you both dismissed yourselves before you left for Peter’s room. Peter shut the door, ignoring Tony’s protests, and you sat in a beanbag on the floor.

“Ugh, whatever May ordered for dinner was fantastic. I feel stuffed.” You said and Peter took a seat in the beanbag beside yours. You smiled as you felt Peter’s hand hesitate to hold yours, so you grabbed his hand and laced your fingers together. “Is everything okay, Peter? You’ve been off the last few days, did I do something to upset you?”

“No, no, no, no, no. You did nothing wrong I promise.” Peter said and he squeezed your hand, but you couldn’t tell if the gesture was supposed to comfort you or him. “I had a whole speech planned, but I would make an even bigger idiot of myself if I tried to say it right now, so I’m just gonna tell you this. I love you, Y/N.”

I'm not prepared for that I'm scared of breaking open

And in that moment, your heart stopped. You always imagined being told ‘I love you’ for the first time would give you butterflies, not what felt like a snake twisting your insides. You knew you would be filled with emotion, but not the complete panic you felt now.

When it came to fight or flight, you had a habit of flight- almost always. And this time, no matter how much you wanted to stay, you couldn’t. I’m so sorry, Peter.

“I have to go.” You stood up and you kept your eyes away from Peter’s face. You had to stay strong, and if you looked at him, your resolve would break and you’d stay. Or you would turn into a cornered animal and lash out until you were free, leaving Peter utterly heartbroken in your path of destruction. You had to get out of here.

“What? You can’t, you can’t just leave.” Your eyes began to water when Peter’s voice cracked, and you could practically see the tears in his beautiful brown eyes.

“I can’t do this, Peter. I need to leave, I have to walk back to my apartment.” You cursed internally when your own voice shook. You can’t do that, Y/N, you’re better than this. You can cry when you’re alone.

“Please… Stay? With me. We, we can talk this through, or-or we can pretend this never happened, but please-”

“Peter!” You cut off his rambling. “I’m leaving, whether I have to go out your fire escape or through your front door. There’s no talking this through, and we sure as hell can’t pretend this never happened. You told me you loved me, Peter.”

“Because I do. And I thought you did, too.”

“Well I don’t.” Liar. “I don’t do love anymore, I can’t. I, I just can’t. And I’m sorry for getting you involved in my mess. You deserve better, and now you can get it.”

“I had the best I could ever want.” A single tear slid down your cheek as you made sure you had all your things.

“Goodbye, Peter.” You walked out of Peter’s room, leaving the one person you could actually love behind in the destruction you caused. You quickly said goodbye to May and Tony, making up a lie about a family emergency, and you shut the door behind you. You ran down the hallway, down the steps of the building, and the cool night air felt like a slap to the face in comparison to the coziness of May’s apartment that you could never feel again. God, you were going to miss her.

You ignored the non-stop vibrating of your phone, knowing it was MJ, Ned, or Peter. You began the walk back to your apartment, and you whipped around when you heard a familiar voice.

“You look like you could use a ride.” Tony Stark had followed you, and he was parked beside you with his window rolled down.

“I’m fine.” You protested and then it thundered loudly.

“Sounds like it’s going to rain soon.” Tony said casually, as if he didn’t care whether you got soaked from the rain or not. But if he didn’t care, he wouldn’t still be here.

“If this is your ruse to abduct me, it’s not very creative for a genius.” You said but turned to walk towards the passenger seat of Tony’s car, and you got in. Perfect timing as the sound of raindrops hit the windshield. One or two taps every few seconds at first, then a steady hum. If you were at home, it would be peaceful. But you were too on edge to enjoy it.

“Trust me, kid. I have former spies on speed dial. If I wanted to abduct you, you’d never even know.” The words from anyone else would be creepy, but Tony had an advantage with his charisma and charm.

“Only if you call the Black Widow. My friend really wants to meet her.” You found yourself joking, regardless of the ache in your heart. You leaned back against the seat in an attempt to relax before you spoke again. “Alright, level with me. Why are you here with me instead of Peter?”

“He wanted his aunt instead of me. Which is fair, I’m not exactly the comforting type.” Tony said and you tilted your head, not believing his last sentence. The way Peter spoke about him, it was like he was completely and utterly perfect.

“That doesn’t explain why you picked me up instead of going back home.”

“Touché.” Tony ran his hand through his hair. “I guess I was just curious about what went down, from your perspective.”

“What’s there to say? Peter told me he loved me, and I freaked out.” You found yourself spilling your guts to the man, something about the energy that surrounded him made him feel safe.

“I figured that. Peter asked me for advice about dropping those three words, and when you bolted, I figured he had told you. But something tells me there’s something deeper than that.”

“Wow, you really are a genius.” Sarcasm dripped from your tongue. “Obviously it’s something deeper, the average person doesn’t exactly run whenever they hear their partner say ‘I love you,’ do they?”

“Because you’re talking to an expert on average people here, right?” Tony matched your sarcasm, and you respected him for it.

“That’s fair.” You jumped when it thundered especially loud, and Tony looked at you.

“We should probably get you home, yeah?” You nodded. Tony put his car into drive and pulled into the road, and he began to drive you home. “I would say I don’t normally do stuff like this, but you’re the first of Peter’s friends I’ve actually met. So there really isn't a baseline of what's normal or not.”

“Ned hasn’t met you yet?”

“Peter and Ned have been trying to convince his mother to let him come to the compound for weeks now, but she hasn’t budged yet.” Tony said and you chuckled. Mrs. Leeds was an amazing woman, but god, she was a stubborn woman as well.

“You should pick them up from school one day. Ned may pass out, but he’ll be fine after that.” Tony laughed and you couldn’t help but laugh as well. “But you didn’t have to give me a ride, so thank you.”

“You’re welcome. And I know my opinion doesn’t matter, it’s your life and all, but I think if you can get past whatever happened in your past, you and Peter seemed to be a good couple. And I definitely never do this,” Tony said. “But you remind me a lot of…” Myself, Tony almost said. “Someone I used to know.” He said instead. “So if you need someone to talk to, about Peter or not, I’m a call away. Pull your phone out.” Tony said as he parked in front of your apartment complex.

“You’re just…” You were speechless.

“Trying to give you my number, yeah. You can talk to me, or I can get someone unbiased to talk to you. Sam has a love-hate relationship with the kid, but he’s surprisingly really good at listening and giving advice. Not really surprising given his background, but.” Tony had a habit of rambling like Peter did, and the resemblance made your heart feel heavy. Tony gave you his number, and you exchanged goodbyes before you got out of his car and ran into your apartment.

When you entered your apartment, you were greeted by silence, which you were grateful for today. You walked into your room, plugged your phone into the charger and laid back in bed. Your eyes burned from the unshed tears you didn’t dare to spill. What right did you have to cry when you broke Peter's heart? Besides, if you started to cry now, you wouldn’t be able to stop, or you’d do something stupid. You’d answer the texts that Peter, MJ, and Ned left you. You’d listen to the voicemails from him and May, and it would worsen the pain you were in right now.

‘I’m sorry, Peter.’ You thought as you closed your eyes. ‘I truly am.’

#mcu x reader #avengers x reader #mcu #peter parker fanfic #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #tony stark #gender neutral reader #peter parker is precious #peter parker needs a hug #irondad #aunt may #spiderman x reader

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dandelion-blues · 28 days

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#4 What if...

after the world forgot Peter Parker's existence, Peter moves to Hell's Kitchen, gets a symbiote, and is surrounded by parental vigilantes?

Ever since Peter Parker got bitten by that radioactive spider at 14, everything, from his senses, to his strength, to his durability, has been enhanced. What Peter didn’t know is that his enhanced healing also comes with increased longevity. His cells are aging much more slowly. Thus, a freshly turned 18 year old Peter barely looks 16. Of course, Peter just assumes he has an extreme baby face. Still, when you legally don’t exist, and everyone forgot you even existed, it’s hard to acquire a place of residence for a decent job when he looks nowhere near adulthood.

It turns out the only place even willing to give him a shot and will accept the meager money he has for an apartment is the corrupt Hell's Kitchen.

Sure it’s no Queens, but Peter will do his best to help people out.

All he has now is Spider-man. The world doesn’t need Peter Parker, after all.

So, when an isolated Peter comes across some sentient black goo who gives Peter company. He doesn’t really have it in him to complain. Plus, his new black suit is sick!

Now, if only Daredevil and even the Punisher (and about every other vigilante Peter sees) would just leave him to do his patroling alone and stop trying to be friends (it feels more like parenting, really) with him.

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brooklynvtc · 1 year

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‘Spider-Who?’ by brooklynvtc (A Spider-Man Amnesia Story)

Please go read it, vote, and leave a comment so that it gains traction, I’m begging you!!!

Title: ‘Spider-Who?’ by brooklynvtc

Summary: Set after Spider-Man: Homecoming; While out on patrol, Peter gets into an accident that leaves him helpless in an alleyway. What happens when a certain redhead finds him and quickly realizes that 'The Amazing Spider-Man' doesn't even remember who he is? *Amnesia* *Slow-burn romance*

Pairing: Peter Parker/Mary Jane Watson

Tags: *Slow Burn Romance*, *So Many Villain References*, *Satisfying Build-Up To Fights*, *Mystery - Who Is The Big Man?*, *Peter Parker Is A National Treasure*, *Spider-Man Has Some Snark*

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thefandomchaos · 2 years

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Peter 2 & 3 finding out about Infinity War, the blipping, Endgame and being extremely concerned for Peter 1 because “YOU WERE DEAD FOR FIVE YEARS?!”

Like! Peter 2 was already concerned with the fact that Peter 1 had gone into space. If he finds out about everything else his booking therapy for both of them. Cuz Peter 1 has too much Trauma and Peter 3 has severe self-esteem issues.

#marvel please just let me have this sibling relationship #marvel #peter parker #peter 1 #peter 2 #peter 3 #spiderman #spiderman nwh #spiderman no way home #tobey maguire #andrew garfield #tom holland #Worried older brother Tobey #peter parker needs a hug #spider brothers #spider bros

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comment-exchange · 9 months

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308. The Space Between (Spider-Man, MCU)

Title: The Space Between

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44918854

Platform: AO3

Creator: MondayVibes

Work Type: Fanfiction

Fandom: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: T

Pairing: May Parker (Spider-Man) & Peter Parker

Word Count: 6,656

Warnings: grief/loss, whump

Number of comments: 1

Completion Status: Complete

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It’s November, a couple of weeks before Thanksgiving and a couple of weeks after the Unsnappening, and Peter is… what? Sixteen, still? Twenty-one? He doesn’t even know.

What he does know is that his body somehow feels both numb and splayed open—raw and bleeding, chest cracked and heart exposed, in a way that both hurts like hell and leaves him lifeless—and, despite the season, he really doesn’t feel like there all that much for him to be thankful for at all.

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ctrsara · 1 year

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Change of Venue

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@comfortember #5 Game Night and #28 Quality Time

Hey Mr. Stark?

Yeah kid, what’s up?

May’s working tonight, and she said I needed to let you know if my plans changed and I was gonna go out

Weren’t you doing that game night tonight with your friends?

MJ got sick. Ned and I were still going to play, but now his Lola came to town unexpectedly

So I’m gonna patrol

If that’s ok

You can do that for a while, but why don’t you swing by the Tower in about an hour?

Um… ok

What was that game you were going to play called?

Just the new Mario Kart on the Switch

Do you still want to play that?

You don’t have a Switch Mr. Stark, you have an xBox. And it was Ned’s game. That’s okay though. I’m sure we’ll get to try it later.

Be safe, Pete.

Is there even a question?

So many questions.

:-p

Peter’s patrol had been pretty boring. Surprisingly quiet for a Saturday night, actually. He was hoping for a little more action to take his mind off his week. It had been a rough one, with May working extra shifts, Flash and his buddies being especially difficult, two big papers due, and his regular insomnia on top of all that. He’d really been looking forward to hanging out with Ned and MJ tonight, especially since May was working.

Peter didn’t love being alone. I mean, he did fine with it, obviously. It’s not like he was a little kid. But he liked to be with people more often than not, and he didn’t feel like being alone tonight. But Tony had invited him to the Tower, so that was something. He was happy to spend some of the evening with his mentor, and even happier to just not be home in a quiet apartment by himself. It made Peter feel warm inside when people actually went out of their way to spend time with him. And that wasn’t completely fair. He knew MJ and Ned didn’t mean to cancel tonight. It just seemed like things came up so often lately. Everyone was busy.

As he swung onto the penthouse balcony of Stark Tower, he could hear more activity than usual inside. What the…? FRIDAY unlocked the door for him, and he made his way inside hesitantly, stopping to change quickly out of his spider suit and into jeans and a t-shirt. He’d somehow forgotten to throw his shoes in his bag. That was dumb. So he slung his backpack on one shoulder and padded barefoot into the living room.

No one heard him come in, apparently, and he just stood watching, in shock. Mr. Stark apparently had not one, but two Nintendo Switches, and he had the both connected to two big screens (the regular TV, and one they’d dragged in from somewhere else), so up to eight people could play at once. It was hard to even find one console right now. Where had he found two at such short notice?

Just as surprising was the company. Sitting around the large living room were Pepper…er, Ms. Potts, Colonel Rhodes, Happy, Ms. Natasha Romanoff, Vision, and Brandon from Mr. Stark’s security team. He was always nice to Peter, and went out of his way to say hi. But Peter had never seen him in the penthouse. What was going on?

Mr. Stark looked up towards the door like he was expecting him to be there (he probably was, thanks to FRIDAY) and grinned at Peter. “Hey Underoos, you gonna join us?” He patted the empty spot on the couch next to him. The other members of the party smiled his way and called out various greetings.

“Mr. Stark, what is all this?” Peter walked over and slid onto the couch next to him, tucking his feet up on the cushion.

“Since your game night canceled, I thought we might do the same thing here. Then when you do get to play with your friends, you’ll have an unfair advantage.” Mr. Stark waggled his eyebrows like a cartoon villain, and Peter smiled at the image. The older man reached over and swiped an affectionate hand across his hair, as he often did, and Peter pretended it bothered him, as he often did.

“You didn’t have to do all this for me… and how did you get everyone here?”

“It sounded like fun. I just sent out an open invite to whoever was in town, promising pizza and the privilege of hanging out with our favorite Spiderkid, and we had a full house in no time. Rogers and Wilson wanted to come too, but they were too late responding, so I told them next time. Pity, that.”

Mr. Stark’s eyes shone. He got along better with the previous “Rogue Avengers” than he used to, but he still enjoyed taking Captain Rogers down a peg or two whenever it wasn’t offensive to do so. Peter shook his head.

“You know, they could have come anyway,” he said reprovingly, bumping his shoulder into the older man’s. “It’s not like everyone will want to play the whole time.”

“Nah, eight’s a full house,” Tony said happily. “Get something to eat. These yahoos are just getting the controllers figured out. Brandon and Rhodey are the only ones who have played before.”

“My nephews beat me regularly,” Colonel Rhodes laughed from the other couch. But I hear it’s harder to fall off in this version than it was on the Wii, so I’m in.”

Peter grinned. “I haven’t played it yet, but I’m excited to try!”

“Well, grab a slice of pizza, or three, kid, and we’ll get this show on the road. They’re just going to do a practice round right now.”

Peter did as he suggested, and came back to the couch balancing four slices of pepperoni, a small salad (because he knew Pepper would give him disapproving looks if he didn’t) and a Capri Sun. The “practice race” was in full swing, and it was quite entertaining listening to the group try to figure everything out.

“Why am I not moving? What’s wrong?”

“Hap, you’re going backwards. You must be hitting the wrong button.” Tony didn’t try to hide his amusement.

“Why is there even a backwards button anyway? That’s stupid. We should start over.”

Rhodey spared him a glance. “I dunno, why do regular cars have reverse? C’mon, man.”

“Wait, where’d you go, Romanoff? Is that a shortcut??” Tony glared sideways suspiciously, which led to his own vehicle running into a tree. He swore quietly.

“I’m not sharing my secrets.”

“Oh my gosh , Tony. Did you just blow me up again? I swear, if you don’t stop doing that…”

“You’ll what, babe?”

“Don’t sound so excited,” Pepper growled. “It’s not anything good.”

“Is Brandon still in the lead? Who invited you, man?”

“ Some body had better stop throwing shells, or there’s gonna be a fight.”

“Woo-hoo! I got the bullet again! Watch out suckers, coming through!”

“You know that just means you were doing so bad that the game felt sorry for you, right?”

“What the heck? What just happened to me? Why am I under water?”

“Boss, if you watch ahead of you a little bit, there are signs that will show you where the track’s going. You know, so you’ll stop hitting walls.”

“Shut up, Brandon. Don’t act like you’re trying to help me, Jeff Gordon.”

“Hey, Vis, I thought you’d be better at this. Aren’t computers supposed to be superior at stuff like this?”

“It is not completely a combination of strategy, understanding, and reflexes. There are a lot of variables, especially with so many unpredictable and flawed human participants.”

“Why you pointy-eared ba-”

“Language!”

“I understand the reference, but I don’t believe it’s applicable in this case, because--”

Peter grinned, listening to the bickering and teasing of his friends. It warmed his heart to know that they’d all been willing to come hang out with him, doing something that was obviously outside of many of their comfort zones. It was nice having more people in his life than he’d had last year. He finished off his pizza in record time and grabbed a controller. Someone had to beat Brandon and show up the other superheroes, and he was definitely feeling up to the job. Ned was never going to believe this.

#comfortember 2022 #game night #quality time #marvel mcu #irondad and spiderson #peter parker #fanfiction #peter parker needs a hug

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salem-v-writes · 1 year

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Post no way home -

Nothing feels quite right.

(Ned looks over at his legos and feels like something is missing. It's hard almost impossible to start new sets, he always feels like he shouldn't be doing it alone.

Happy hates driving in silence. He used to find the quiet relaxing, now it's unnerving.

Might add more later

#fic idea #peter parker needs a hug #peter parker #happy hogan #ned leeds #post no way home #Spider-Man no way home

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pansy-moon · 2 years

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i’ve decided burnt out grad student peter parker is my favorite trope - particularly when he decides to just not give a flying fuck about his secret identity because he’s so tired.

send me fics like that, i beg of you

#peter parker #spider-man #spiderman #tired peter parker #fanfic #fan fiction #ao3 #university #college #peter parker crack #peter parker my beloved #incorrect peter parker #peter parker needs a hug #and a coffee

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rel312 · 2 years

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Ok so I’ve been thinking about this for a while but I haven’t been able to post this anywhere so here goes: in no way home since everybody forgets Peter, that means he doesn’t have any records or anything, like he has to start his life basically from scratch (does he even have a social security number??) anyway, there’s the headcanon that peters trans though (which I love) so I was thinking… if he’s trans then what if he still does have some records and stuff? Like the spell was only to forget PETER Parker, not his deadname, so he’s still be able to access records and stuff, and yeah it would be a pain and he’d probably have to explain some of the gaps but he wouldn’t have to start over, PLUS that means that he and Ned would still know each other cause they’ve been friends for years, maybe Ned just thought his old friend moved away or something but that means they can be friends again and eventually Peter can explain everything and he’ll have friends again

#no way home #spider man: no way home #peter parker #marvel cinematic universe #trans peter parker #ned leeds #peter parker needs a hug #doctor strange

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peterparkourstuff · 1 year

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Tony: We should treat spiders the way we want to be treated.

Peter: Ah yes, Killed without hesitation

Tony: aaaaand this is my sign to get you therapy

#peter parker #mcu textpost #marvel mcu #spiderman #voltron #ironman #peter parker needs a hug #tony stark #irondad

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reidingandwriting · 4 months

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when (s)he sees me, part two > p.p.

Word Count: 1.8k

Ship: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Hurt/comfort, mentions of an unhealthy family dynamic (parents divorcing, mention of child abandonment)

The after effects of Peter's love confession that didn't quite go as planned. You had reacted... negatively to say the least. After some time apart, you decide it's time to talk to Peter again.

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✨ Masterlist ✨

Part One

Monday. Your first day back at school since you broke up with Peter- your first time seeing him since you broke his heart. You had turned your phone off Friday morning; you skipped school Friday and between MJ, Ned, and Peter, your phone had continuously gone off for several minutes.

You were greeted by twenty missed calls and seventy-five texts when your phone powered to life. Ten calls from Peter, five calls from May, three from MJ and two from Ned. Several texts from Peter and your friends, a handful from May, and even one from Tony Stark. The last text you had gotten from Peter had been Saturday night, the most recent ones from MJ, and you quickly scrolled through her texts as you walked out of your apartment. Once you made it outside, you were surprised to see MJ standing on the sidewalk.

“MJ? What are you doing here?”

“What am I- what am I doing here? You don’t answer any of my calls or texts for four days and you wonder what I’m doing? What the hell happened, Y/N?” MJ asked and you ducked your head as you noticed the attention you two were getting.

“I’m sorry,” you said after a moment. “Let’s.. Let’s walk and I’ll explain.” As the two of you began the walk to school, you started to recount everything that had happened. You told her about the dinner with Peter, from Tony Stark picking you up until you got home that night. Your eyes stung with unshed tears when you told MJ about Peter’s love confession, and MJ draped an arm over your shoulder.

“So that’s why you’ve been ignoring all of us. Shit, can’t say I blame you. What are you gonna do? When you see Peter today?” MJ asked.

“Hide. And cry. A lot of hiding and crying is on the agenda for today.” You sighed. “I know I should talk to him. I want to. But I don’t deserve the chance to talk to him again.” You flinched as MJ flicked your forehead and you brought your hand to your head. “Ow!”

“Don’t be an idiot. You should talk to him. Not for yourself, but he deserves closure.” MJ knew enough about your family to understand why you had reacted the way you did, but she also cared about you and Peter both, and she was unafraid to call you out. You knew Peter deserved the closure, you knew it. But actually facing him? Easier said than done.

“I will, I will. If he even lets me talk to him. You didn’t see him, MJ. Every time I close my eyes, I keep seeing his face after I ended things. After I told him I didn’t love him when there’s no one in the world I’ve ever loved more.”

“Sappy.” MJ teased and you scoffed. “Maybe try not hiding when you see him and tell him that. He wants to talk to you, you and I both know he does. You may have to talk to him first, but.”

“I owe him that much,” you said.

“You do,” MJ agreed. “Or I’ll lock you both in a room until you talk to each other.” MJ’s threat was not one you wanted to test her on, because you knew she’d do it. You and MJ continued to talk as you walked to school and you slowed to a stop when you saw Peter and Ned a few feet away. MJ called your name then followed your gaze, and she frowned when she saw the two boys. “C’mon. Let’s go inside.” You nodded and dropped your gaze to the ground as you followed MJ inside, and you did your best to ignore the burning feeling of Peter’s gaze on you.

“Are you gonna talk to them?” Ned asked and Peter kept his gaze ahead until you were no longer in sight. “Peter.”

“Hmm?” Peter looked over at Ned who frowned. “Sorry. I don’t know.” Peter sighed. “I don’t know if I can handle them running away from me again.” The sting of rejection still felt fresh, the weight heavy in Peter’s chest. “If they come up to me… I don’t know. Maybe. You didn’t see them, Ned. It’s like I was looking at a stranger instead of the person I had been dating, the person I was in love with.” The person I am in love with. “Come on, we’re going to be late to class.” At least I have until third period before I have to see Y/N.

Third period came by too quickly for Peter’s liking. Peter busied himself with flipping through his physics textbook as you took a seat beside him. Assigned seating, gotta love it. Peter felt your gaze on him and it took all of his self control to keep his eyes ahead of him. Luckily, class started shortly and Peter heard you sigh before your gaze shifted off him as you started to take notes.

Halfway through class, a folded piece of scrap paper ended up on Peter’s notebook. Peter quickly glanced over at you and he noticed a torn corner on the page you were writing on. Peter quietly unfolded the paper and read the words written on it.

Our spot during gym?

Peter glanced over at you again, this time meeting your gaze. He nodded once before he looked back at his notes, and he felt… anxious. Hopeful. Terrified? All of the above. Peter looked up at the clock. Just a few hours until he talked to you again. God, was he ready to face you again?

Spider-Son: I’m so nervous, I could throw up

Spider-Son: You should come check me out, Mr. Stark

Why am I checking you out?

Spider-Son: Y/N

Spider-Son: They want to talk to me during gym

Shit.

You don’t want to talk to them?

Spider-Son: I do. But I’m also scared to. I’m scared to hear what they have to say. What if they want to apologize?

Would you?

If you need me to, I can get you. I have some time before my next meeting

Spider-Son: I don’t know what I will do

Spider-Son: I want to leave.

Spider-Son: But

Spider-Son: But I need to hear them out

Okay, kid. Call me if things go south, I’ll send Happy to come get you

Are you still coming over after school? DUM-E misses you

Spider-Son: I’ll be there :D

Peter took a seat across from you in the library study room. You and him were the only people to ever use the study rooms, and you both frequented them whenever you needed some peace and quiet. The librarians loved you and Peter, so they rarely bothered you when you were inside.

“Hey,” you said after a moment, and Peter looked up at you.

“Hi.” The silence that used to be comfortable between you two felt awkward, suffocating. The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife and you took a deep breath.

“Thank you. For meeting me. You didn’t have to, and I know I don’t deserve it. I’d like to explain myself for what happened Thursday night. You don’t have to talk, but I’d like for you to listen. If you don’t want to listen, you can walk out right now and I won’t hold it against you. But I would like to explain why I reacted the way I did, if you’ll hear me out.” What felt like an eternity of silence passed before Peter spoke again.

“Okay.”

“You know I live with my older sister?” You asked and Peter nodded. “My parents weren’t happy together. They constantly fought, and as I got older, the fights got worse. My father blamed me and my mother just. Pretended I didn’t exist. At the end of last year, my father finally had enough and there was a huge fight before he left. The things he said… they stuck with me. My mother packed up and left in the middle of the night a week after, and I’ve lived with my sister since.” Your voice wavered.

“I’ve never seen a healthy relationship, Peter. I’ve never seen two people who really love each other. My whole perception of ‘love’ was fights, angry words, and insults. My parents didn’t love each other, and they didn’t love me or my sister. And I’m so scared I’ll be the same as them. I know you’d never… but I’m scared I’d hurt you. And in my attempt of trying to save you from being hurt, I ended up hurting you anyways.” A tear slid down your cheek. “I do love you, Peter. And that scares me. And I ran. I wish I could go back and stop myself from running, but I can’t.

“What I can do is apologize.” Your eyes met Peter’s warm brown ones. “I am so, so sorry, Peter. I wish I could take it all back and we could go back to how we were before. All I can do now is apologize and do my best to make it up to you. I understand if you can’t forgive me or if you don’t want to be friends anymore, but-“ The sound of a chair scraping against the floor startled you, as did the familiar feeling of Peter’s arms around you. You couldn’t stop the flow of tears that started and Peter turned your chair to face him, pulled you up and hugged you tight.

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you,” Peter soothed and you clung to him as if he would disappear if you let go. Minutes passed before either of you spoke again, the only sound in the room being the sound of your sniffles and Peter humming as he held you.

“I missed you,” you whispered and Peter’s grip on you tightened.

“I missed you, too.” You shifted to look up at Peter, whose own eyes were watering. “It’ll take time for things to go back the way they were. But I’m still in love with you, and I don’t want you out of my life. We’ll work through it. Together.”

And, yeah. Together sounds pretty nice.

A month later, the Avengers Compound was full of laughter. Happy and May Parker were seated at the dinner table, Pepper Potts and Tony Stark seated across from them. Ned and MJ sat at one half of the table, and Peter and Y/N sat beside each other, hands interlocked. Peter laughed at something MJ said, and Ned gestured wildly with his hands as he told a story, Y/N butting in with their own comments, and Peter’s eyes shifted to Y/N, a fond smile on his lips. Y/N caught his gaze, and everyone in the room could practically see the heart eyes the two had for each other. Things were great, as they should be. Peter hoped there could be many more days like that, and Y/N had every intention of making that happen.

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