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drempen · 2 days
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He saw Gayatri from across the room
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Peter: I know you want to keep me safe, but... the only way to do that is to wrap me in bubble wrap and hide me in a cave.
Tony: Believe me, I’ve thought about it
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fotibrit · 2 days
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tony and peter share a habit of escaping their rooms and heading to the roof whenever they can’t sleep.
Peter sometimes ends up on the fire escape of his apartment, but when he’s in the Stark building, he finds the roof and lays flat, watching the stars.
and tony? ends up sometimes in his landing pad, but if he has the patience, his favorite of the roof. He likes to sit on the ledge and watch the city.
Sometimes, peter and tony end up on the roof on the same nights. they try not to acknowledge each other, as one sits on the ledge and the other lays flat on his back. But it’s nice for both of them when they’re there together. It’s helps, to know other people are there.
(And then, one day, Peter goes missing. Kidnapped, presumably. There was never a note left, but tony is sure he’s out there. He has a feeling. Tony loses sleep many nights, trying to find his boy. Trying to track him down.
The first night that Peoper insists Tony sleep, tony tries. he does. but he just can’t sleep. he can’t do it, not with his kid somewhere out there, probably in pain, probably scared. He can’t just lay here.
He makes it to the roof, as he always does. And there, he finds the very boy he was worried about. Sitting in Tony’s spot but facing into the roof, seemingly unharmed. Peter only has time to say “Mister Stark, I can explain-“ before Tony tackles him in a hug.
It took Peter 20 minutes to explain the whole story, but he had a good reason for disappearing. a very good reason. And now, Tony has a lot of work to do, while Peter goes back into hiding.)
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spidergrotto · 3 days
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ned and peter trying to figure out what species of spider gave peter his enhancements and they find out theres a species of spider that walks on water
peter who doesn’t know how to swim and nearly drowned trying to explain to may and tony why he threw himself into a river
“listen— i could’ve been the spider version of jesus are you following?—ned tell them—”
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mamaspidershit · 2 days
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Natasha: Both of you apologize to your sibling right now. Peter: I'm sorry your mom didn't get an abortion. Wanda: I'm sorry your mom smoked when she was pregnant with you
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current-comix · 3 days
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Tyler Kirkham
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remixingreality · 2 days
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hurtspideyparker · 3 days
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I was tame, I was gentle, 'til the circus life made me mean.
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sillymandan · 3 days
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wade's winning :)
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why-i-love-comics · 3 days
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Ultimate Spider-Man #4 (2024)
written by Jonathan Hickman art by David Messina & Matthew Wilson
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stxar-pvnk · 1 day
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Steve rehearsing in the mirror
Steve: Tony I like you, Tony I like- you know what I got this!
Peter emerging from his hiding place
Peter: I've been watching you for an hour repeating the same thing. You indeed do not got this.
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shayyprasad · 2 days
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cool | peter parker
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a/n: this concept was so sweet to me, and i had to write something for it. okay, so yeah, this is technically irondad + spiderson... but i wanted to add to it.
repost because this fic flopped with, like, 10 notes. if you look at the og, it says 700ish because of the prev notes of what i reblogged. interact with this fic, it's what keeps me going!
summary: you find that a brown haired boy is always at the restraunt you work at, covered with cuts and bruises. you're curious, so what do you do?
warnings: cursing, minor angst (not really tho, mostly fluff)
pairing: fem!reader x post-nwh!peter parker
word count: 1.5k+ words
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you're working late, you don't normally. it doesn't hurt though, having a side hustle outside of college. with shit parents, community college is really all you have as an option, so extra money is welcomed.
it's 20 minutes until closing time, and you're the only one left. you've read enough articles and watched enough true crime to be at least a little paranoid. not expecting anyone else, you spray a table, wiping it down with a rag. might as well get started with cleaning, right?
so when you hear the familiar chime of the door, you've got the right to be suprised. looking up, you're greeted by the sight of a boy. he's got soft brown curls, and (you find, once you meet his gaze) matching dark, hazel eyes.
you wave at him and move behind the register. he looks harmless, but don't most men that have bad intentions? not that you think he's going to do anything.
you're just a woman. it's the way of life, this thought spiral.
"hi, what can i get you?" when he's closer, you can see the cut he's got on his cheek. it's dried blood, but still enough to make your eyebrows shoot up. in fact, he's got a bruise too.
under his left eye, and by the yellow-green, you can tell it's fresh. it's not your business to ask, well, it is... but you're only asking about his order. he runs a hand through his hair, obviously trying to tame it.
there's a leaf at the top, tangled in there. you want to take it out.
he sniffs, eying the menu. you've never seen him here before, and you've been working here for a while. now that you're looking at him, his eye looks swollen - like someone socked him. "a- a cheese-"
you're not sure where the sudden courage comes from, but you cut him off; "do you want an ice pack? or, uh, maybe frozen peas?"
he looks startled for a second, as if he were just now knocked out og this long train of thought. he pauses to touch his eye, "um," you can tell he doesn't want to trouble you, but you're intrigued now.
"seriously, it's no problem." (on the account you have frozen peas, then it would be no problem. if you didn't... a pack of cold, raw meat-?)
"sure, yeah."
"cool. er- stay right there." you go to the freezer room, rummaging around for frozen peas. it takes you a minute, and you're afraid there are none for a moment, but there are. triumphantly, you bring them back out.
he's standing in the same place, although you're not sure why he would've left. "peas!" you sing-song. handing them to him, you smile.
he throws one back, though it's forced and kind of hollow. you're afraid you've made him uncomfortable, or that you're too much. are you too much?
he squints at your nametag, "thanks, uh, gertrude?"
you're confused for a second, "oh, she's dead."
"i- sorry?" he tilts his head, now he's confused too.
"no, i mean, this isn't my nametag. it's old. like, super old. manager's dead wife. this place is too cheap to get new ones, so we, like, basically catfish people."
he nods, "okay. what's is it then?"
"huh?"
"your name."
you mentally smack your forehead, of course that's what he was asking. "y/n."
"cool. i'm peter. peter parker."
"nice to meet you peter peter parker," it's your attempt at a joke, paired with a lopsided grin. it makes peter smile though, so you consider it a win.
peter presses the pack to his eye, a wince turning into a sigh. oddly enough, it sounds sexual to you, and your face is heating up. what's wrong with you? seriously?
"okay, well, um, i assume you still wanna order something?"
"yeah. maybe just a cheeseburger and fries?"
"you got it," it's closing time, but you don't mind. peter is cute, and he seems nice as well. you're more than happy to stay around longer. "on the house," you say when he tries to offer you money, "seems like you had a rough night."
"no, i-"
"no sweat, parker."
you ring up his order, get it ready, and by the time you're done, he's settled at a table. "here you go. enjoy!"
you go back to sweeping, but you want to talk to him more. "you live around here? i haven't seen you here before."
"uh... not exactly. i don't come here often. i, um," he presses his lips together, "had a friend that brought me here. once or twice."
you frown, "oh, i'm sorry."
"what?" peter looks up from his meal.
"i just- well, you used past tense so i assumed you don't... aren't in touch anymore?" maybe small talk was a bad idea.
"oh. yeah. i guess. he's not really... around. he passed a little while back."
it's like your heart physically aches. "that's sad to hear."
"yeah. 's okay though, getting by fine. or- or better."
"mhm. it gets better. lost my sister a few a years back."
"really? i'm sorry." they're empty words, you've probably heard them a lot, he knows that. you know he knows that.
"thanks."
"yeah," it's quiet for a little while longer.
"so, uh," he pauses, taking a sip of his water, "are you still in school?"
"college," you pause, slightly embarrassed, "community, i mean."
"oh. cool. i'm at midtown. it's not, like, super fancy or whatever..."
you cut him off, shrugging, "better than community. and isn't it like so stupid, how they basically tell you that college is a must, and then have you pay all this money? 'oh, you need it for a good future!'" you mock, "aw, really? then make it free!"
you freeze, realizing you've gone on a tangent. "sorry," you say, flushing.
"no, it's okay," he laughs. "it's cool you're... passionate."
"thanks," you put the broom away. "um, i have to go take out the trash. would you mind... not stealing anything?"
"i'll try," he jokes.
"cool. i believe in your ability of self-restraint."
"cool," he says, matching your tone.
"cool."
"cool."
"okay, that got weird after the, like, second time," you make a face.
"no, yeah, i agree."
"cool," you say, staring at each other in dead silence, before bursting into laughter. you hold up the trashbag, "yeah, so, one sec."
you push open the back door, tossing the bag in the dumpster.
he's so nice, you think. look at you, falling for a basically stranger. you walk back in, closing the door behind you. you notice he's done, so you throw out his things, cleaning down the table.
"hey, uh, when do you close?" peter asks.
you check the clock, "mm... 15 minutes ago."
"holy shit, really?"
"yeah. it's cool though. i was closing anyway, and the company didn't hurt. also... it looked like you needed this."
he looks down at his shoes, smiling, "yeah, no, i did. thanks. and sorry."
"like i said, it's cool."
"cool," you stop, "are you in a cult?" you blurt.
"um, sorry?"
"sorry, like, i just, you look... beat up. and i was wondering if you were in a gang... or something." you squint at the dried blood on his knuckles.
"uh... i am not."
"then how'd you get those?"
he looks conflicted, and you've probably crossed a line. "oh my god, i'm so sorry. obviously, it's not my business. i was just... curious."
you wipe down your last table, cursing yourself internally.
"no, it's cool. i'm..."
"seriously, it's not my business. don't tell me, actually. plausible deniability," you joke.
he says something, and it's so quiet, you don't hear it. "what?" you ask.
"i'm spider-man!"
"uh. what?"
"you don't know spider-man?"
"no, of course i know spider-man!"
"well, yeah. that's me. suprise." he says, doing a small show of jazz-hands.
"there's legit no way. i know i catfished you earlier, but that was on accident!"
he tilts his head, as if he's weighing his options. in reponse, you narrow your eyes at him, trying to figure out if it's one big joke. after that, it's so quick, you barely notice. something hits your hip, not harshly, and then you're spinning towards peter.
"holy-!" you look down at your side, trying to figure out what it is. you're tucked into peter, and you realize it's... a web. "no. way."
"yes way."
"why'd you tell me? now i can't plausibly deny anything! also, isn't this supposed to be a secret? isn't that the point of the mask? how do you know i won't sell you out?"
"that was a lot."
"i know. but it was very valid."
"i don't know. i just wanted to. you're nice and sweet and pretty-"
"oh, so pretty privilege?"
"no! no, of course not!"
"well, um," you wrap your arms around his neck, "thank you for trusting me. i won't tell anyone."
"cool."
"cool."
his hands are on your hips, and he's leaning in, but you pull away, smirking.
"no kissing until the second date, i'm afraid."
"we're going on dates?"
"if you don't want me to broadcast to the world, yes."
"well, i would've asked to take you anyways."
you smile at him, enjoying the moment.
"wait, are those cameras?" there's absolute panic in his voice, and you giggle.
"those are fake. it's cardboard to scare people off."
"oh. cool."
"cool."
you end up kissing him anyways.
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incorrectmarvelquote · 21 hours
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Tony: You have friends and I envy that
Peter: You can share my friends
Tony: [looks at Harley] I don’t want that one
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floilee · 1 day
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a-spes · 2 days
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| All the things I'm not (one-shot) - Since Peter Parker joined the team, things aren't the same anymore. Why does everyone seem to prefer him to you?
| Tags & Warnings - a lot of angst coming, comfort too, happy ending, soft mama!Natasha Romanoff (need her in my life), insecure reader, past traumas, Natasha Romanoff x adoptive daughter!R.
| You have every reason to feel this way when he was stealing what’s yours, destroying what you had taken so long to build by the way. Only, it somehow didn’t feel right. Natasha doesn’t belong to you, none of them are. They are humans, and humans have feelings, they don’t have to get along with everyone. That’s what you’ve learned from the redhead, but you only realize now that it is not only true for you ; you can’t force anyone to appreciate you. Yet, you would have liked to live up to their expectations, something the boy seems to do effortlessly.
He is always smiling, saying the right thing at the right moment, laughing with the others. Since he arrived, he has never made anyone angry, he never had one of those violent breakdowns where you would hit someone by accident. Natasha says it is not your fault, but you know that the others don’t think the same way.
| Coming soon.
| MASTERLIST — ✧ — TO SAY SOMETHING
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supercap2319 · 1 day
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Bucky and Peter fight in the showers while you watch.
There was nothing in Steve's book on heroing 101 to prepare you for what you were witnessing. You had worked out to keep yourself in shape for the coming missions and world threating villains that dared step foot on earth, but you were confused on why Mr. Barnes and Peter were fighting in the locker room showers.
You had racked the weights back where they belonged and wiped the sweat off your brow before heading to the lockers for a hot shower. You entered the men's locker room, the smell of sweat, males, and apple cinnamon filled your nostrils. You walked towards your locker and pulled out your shower slippers and Superman towel (Yes, the Avengers gave you shit for that one) and stripped yourself of your sweaty workout clothes and headed towards the showers.
You heard the sounds of arguing as you poked your head in the shower to see Mr. Barnes and Peter fighting. It wasn't a real fight, but still, there were dicks swinging around and you're pretty sure they touched. How gay.
In all honesty, it was kinda hot watching them argue all naked and wet. Maybe they'd be up for some nice shower, hate sex with you. You entered the steamy showers and joined your fellow teammates.
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