#about putting peter 2 and peter 3 in spider man 4

[sincericida]

I mean, I’m not opposed to Tobey and Andrew doing another movie together (preferably not spiderman related) but not like this……..

Exactly! I would love to see them again as their versions of Peter Parker, but not with a precarious and bad script, counting only on our love for the characters/ performers. A dirty fan service, just for the money.

Context

#ask box #my thoughts #about putting peter 2 and peter 3 in spider man 4 #sony acrew you #sony just wants to maximize profit #sony trying to make up money lost on morbius and will be lost on madame webb and kraven #sony nonsenses #i prefer the movie to be more grounded #andrew garfield #tobey maguire #tom holland #spider man no way home #ask anon #ask response

[littyhoney]

Right Person,Wrong Time (part 4)

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4)

BIG SPOILER WARNING TO ACROSS THE SPIDER-VERSE!!

Earth 42 Miles Morales x Reader

Summary: Seeing a familiar face but different person. A person you once loved.

Warning: Spoilers for the movie Across the Spider-verse, slight angst

P.s: I don't know how to feel about this chapter,im sorry that the update is slow but i believe in quality over quantity <3 enjoy spiders!

Today have been moving so fast,first you found out how Gwen got here as you follow Miles after he left the party to catch up on Gwen. The only reason you follow him was because you promised mama Rio.

(Flashback)

You watch as Miles walk away from the party down to the fire escape stairs standing beside mama Rio. You can sense her restless and worry feeling for her own son as you remembered how much Miles wanted to leave from here,to see somewhere new,spread his wings.

“It’s okay mama Rio,you know how Miles is, he'll be alright”You hold her hand try to reassure her. mama Rio sigh turning her head looking at you with a worry expression.

“I know he is but…I’m scared of him wanting to grow up so fast, you both are just teens my dear”She held both of your shoulder turning you to face her,firm grasp on your shoulders she says “Promise me dear…when me and Jeff are not around…promise me you keep him safe,look out for him”

You put your hand on one of her palm and nod your head “Promise,mama”

(End flashback)

How much are you willing to protect him? Your best friend? Currently you held a strong grip on his arm as you watch this Spider-man…with a name Miguel O'Hara is threatening to keep Miles him here in this spider club house thing. Because he is an anomaly…and Miguel also want to keep you here because you’re supposed…to die.

“Because of you Miles,she was supposed to die!”You were destined to die at the collider…when you’re trying to help your mentor,Peter Parker. At the hand of the Prowler,uncle Aaron.  The canon event for your mentor is to lose his uncle Ben…to lose you,his pupil.  

To know you’re supposed to die is like a punch in the guts… you feel sick in the stomach to know you’re not supposed to survive or even breath another day.

Currently you held Miles behind you shielding him from Miguel as he try to destroy the barrier that have been made from the big spider machine that transport any anomaly back to their original dimension. You stare wide eyes at Miguel who is trying his best to stop you both,to see this man trying to tear apart the barrier. Fear grips around you. Suddenly the machine finish its job making both of you float and transported back to your home…or so you though.  

“Aaahhh!!” you  screamed as you are transported into the portal moving so fast it spit out both spiders out on top of a rooftop,the rain pouring down makes everything slippery as you and Miles rolled and slide through the concrete. You and Miles are slightly injured after getting kicked,slammed and thrown around like a rag doll by other spiders. You prop yourself up on your elbow shaking your head slightly, your ears ringing your visions are double as you try to locate where Miles is. “M-miles…?”your visions focus to see him his mask off breathing heavily trying to slow down his heart as he lean back to the wall,hundreds of thoughts running through his head before he stands up “I need to get back home!”He runs and jump from the rooftop swing himself away.

“Miles! Wait!”You stand up try to catch up to him but the pain on your left leg makes you limping before swing your web following him. Miles keep on swinging as fast as he can to his house,to find his dad,his mom. You follow behind him trying to get his attention from doing anything irrational.

Miles stick outside of the wall of his room opening the window and went inside, his heart racing as he take in deep breaths. You swing towards the window and you yelped as you landed on your injured leg holding yourself up on the wall, just as you climb in you heard the knob to the door turn you reach for anything nearby to cover your suit,a sweater. You grip the sweater together tightly trying your best to cover your suit.

The door to the room open slightly follow by a voice, “Miles?”

 You and Miles look at the door, to see his mom holding a laundry basket in her other hand,she look at her son.Rio look confuse to see her son but Miles desperate voice make her even worried.

“Mom..there is something coming for us,somethin terrible”Miles says

“Miles you’re talking crazy whats going on?”Rio walk closer to her son her eyes keep darting towards you.

Miles continue “His name is Spot…he is our nemesis, and we gonna stop him. I know you know…we been lying to you,it’s because that I knew…you won’t love me the same. You won’t look at (N/N) the same way too. Then I went out there and..now im not afraid of anything”

“What do you wanna tell me?”Rio ask her son.

“You gotta promise nothing’s gonna change mom”

“Papa I will always love you”

“You gotta promise”Miles desperately says

“Always,I don’t care what you said,Tu me tiendes?”Rio walks closer to him and hold one of his hand trying to reasure her son.

Miles pull away from her before he turn to the side readying himself to do this, he sigh “Mom” and pull the zip down turning to his mom. “I'm spider-man”he pull his jacket apart showing his mom his spider suit. “A-and (Y/N) is also the spider-man/spider-woman”

Rio just look at her son in confusion before she ask “W-Who’s Spider-man?”

You frown slightly as you are witnessing everything unfold,surely everyone in Brooklyn knows who you guys are. Every news and thousands of video on YouTube telling the world about the spider duo shoving the information to every.single.person.

“And who is (Y/N)?”she ask again tilting her head slightly looking at her son.

The moment she ask that you are stun,your eyes widened again looking through the window,are you hearing this right?. You blink a few times before, keeping your eyes at the familiar woman in front of you yet something in your gut is telling you she is not the same woman who would give you hug and kiss your forehead.

she let out a chuckle before giving his son a small smile “Miles you been keeping a secret of having a partner from me hm?”she turns to walk out of the room with the laundry basket in her hand.

Your spider sense goes off as you watch this woman who look exactly like your mama Rio,your brows knitted together watching Miles run out of his room following his ‘mom’ to the living room trying his best to explain.

You stuck at your spot,with your thoughts run haywire at what is happening,why she doesn’t remember you?, why she acts like you never met?, why does her aura feel different?

You shake your head,you need to focus. You keep watching as Miles is talking to his ‘mom’ before both of your attention drawn to the sound of a door knob unlocking at the main entrance of the house.

You press yourself closer peeking through the window still confuse while Miles seems to figure out what is happening looking scared at the door.

The door open to reveal, Aaron Davis. Miles supposedly dead uncle “U-uncle Aaron?” Miles mumble looking at the familiar figure walking through the door. Your eyes widen seeing the familiar figure walk infront of the open door, Uncle Aaron?. Your eyes darted to Miles,he look like he is seeing a ghost from the past then it all click in your head. You are in a different place, a place with no Spider-man to protect, a completely different dimension…you’re in a dimension of where the spider that bit Miles originally came from. Earth-42.

“Oh my god…”you mumble to yourself pressing yourself to the wall looking up at the sky mumbling “Shit…shit,shit”

You gulp as the anxious feeling and fear grip your throat like a choke hold. How in the hell you and Miles are going to get out of this? You see Uncle Aaron push Miles away slightly making a comment about him taking out his braids?

Miles turning his head making eye contact,you can see It in his eyes. He is scared. He turn his head to his uncle following him out of the house climbing up the stairs.

You crawl up the wall following them as in your head is screaming something is wrong,everything is. Both of you are in danger. You pull yourself up hiding behind the many scraps and metal on top of the rooftop keeping an eyes on Miles. As you walk further to the front your eyes looking around the place before you discover something even more heart breaking…on the wall Is a graffiti Of Jefferson Davis with a writing of ‘Rest in Power’.

Your heart starting to beat faster fear grips you fully, your head snap towards Miles just to see him got knocked out falling straight to the floor.

“Miles!”you jumped out from where you hide swinging your web to his body to pull him to you, to run. But your web got cut by a flashing purple,whatever it is that thing is fast. You ready yourself shooting out both of your web at it but the thing catches it pulling you to it before your head is punch with something metal. Your body flew back but you got yourself on your knee shaking your head to get rid of the ringing in your ears. You push forward charging at where its standing over Miles but suddenly something stinging comes from the back of your neck you hiss reaching your hand to pull whatever it is. It’s a fucking sleeping dart, shit you though to yourself but you try to walk to Miles body but you starting to see double and everything is swaying from side to side. You fall to your hand and knees fighting the urge to pass out.

The figure came closer to you kneeling down to your level lifting your head by gripping your chin to look at the purple Mask before a distorted voice says “duerme, arañita”your head slips from his hand landing on the floor pass out.

Uncle Aaron walk towards the two limp body before saying “A fierce one ay?”picking up Miles body and moves to the other one.

“No,I’ll take this one”the figure says before move to pick the limp body slinging it over his shoulder and walk towards the hideout. Aaron shrug and follows them inside.

(Timeskip a few hours later)

You blink as you slowly gaining conscious, you try to move your hands but it stop by a chain that is hanging you up on the ceiling making your feet hover a few inches off the ground. You struggle in your bind hopping it to lose or break but of course,it didn’t. You try to press on to your web shooter but to find nothing is on your wrist, shit they take your web shooter.  

“Dont even try, little spider”You snap your head to the figure who is wearing a neon mask that illuminates in the darkness. The figure walks closer to you,he walks slowly around you taking in the details of what you are. You are the same as the other one,a spider.

“What did you do to Miles”you hiss out through your teeth trying to look intimidating at the figure,the figure let out a whistle as he stands infront of you. “Calm down,heh it’s not that you can do anything without your web no?”He reply with a clear smug.

“I can take you down just fine with or without the web”you glare at the mask,the stupid neon mask that is mocking you. “Maybe you open that stupid mask of yours so I can fuck your face up like a pulp”

The guy chuckle before saying “You first little spider”he reaches his hand on top of your head gripping your mask. You try to move away your head but its useless as the figure rip your mask off revealing your face glaring at him.

Him on the other hand,didn’t expect to see such face staring back at him. The fire in your eyes staring right into his soul, it sparks something in him. He take a good look of how your lips are shaped,how your hair framing your face. He is stunned,shame that you,re with ‘him’.

“Open yours,what you’re scared now?”you taunting him when you see him just staring at you. The guy chuckle before he open his mask looking at you with a smirk on his lips.

“Miles…?”

(To be continued…)

yall can come and start a riot on me

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[oraclesblog]

🛑 Major SATSV Spoilers 🛑

I recently saw SpiderMan: Across the Spider-Verse, and it was amazing. I love all the hype the movie is getting, but I’ve been seeing a lot of Gwiles (Gwen x Miles) slander for the dumbest reasons ever. So, I thought I would just debunk some of them because it’s clear you antis struggle with media literacy. Let’s go.

1. “Gwen and Miles should’ve just stayed friends; they were so much better platonic”

Saying this just makes me think you watched the first movie with your eyes closed. In what world were they ever “just friends”?

You can’t say they were better platonic when they were never even platonic to begin with. Both Miles and Gwen had a mutual crush on one another in the first film, so they were never “just friends.” The first film was literally building up their relationship.

2. “Gwen betrayed miles in SATSV; she’s fake”

No, she didn’t. Gwen didn’t invent the laws of the multiverse, and she doesn’t run the Spider Society. It’s not Gwen’s fault that Spider-Man becoming an orphan or half an orphan is a multiversal constant.   There’s nothing in her power she can do to change that. Miles being chased by all the other Spider-People wasn’t Gwen‘s fault either—that was Miguel’s. Saying stuff like “she should have told Miles about what was going to happen to his dad” again just makes me think you watched the movie with your eyes closed. Gwen wasn’t even allowed to interact with Miles. If she told Miles (a Spider-Man that isn’t even part of the Spider Society) about what was going to happen to his dad, Miguel would’ve found out and kicked her out of the Spider Society. She was almost kicked out in the first place for even talking to him. Imagine what would have happened if she told him about his dad. If she was kicked out, she would’ve been homeless because her dad disowned her. She also states in the movie that she didn’t know how to tell him about it, which makes sense because she hasn’t seen him in over a year. How would something that big and consequential come up in a conversation? Not to mention, she’s young and inexperienced as a hero. She’s gonna screw up and make mistakes. She was put in a completely unfair circumstance by the adults around her and had an enormous amount of pressure put on her shoulders. Blaming the teenage girl for a situation like this instead of Miguel, Jessica, or Peter B. is absolutely wild.

3. “They have No chemistry”

Now, this one is just completely biased. You know damn well…

these stills alone just prove you wrong. No way you watched the movie, saw the way they looked at each other and interacted, and actually said, “they don’t have chemistry.” 💀

4. Interracial Relationship Backlash

Lastly, I’ve seen people hate on Gwiles solely based on the fact that it’s an interracial relationship. The fact that this is a problem in 2023 is mind-boggling. Some of y’all are just racist bigoted people who need to learn how to stfu.

#miles morales #gwen stacy #gwiles #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman into the verse #spiderverse spoilers #miguel o'hara #jessica drew #peter b parker #spiderman #spider gwen #marvel #comics #part 2 of defending my favourite ships 🤞😚 #ghostflower #debunking

[spideytorchweek]

Now Announcing Spideytorch Week 2023!

Spideytorch Week is a weekly event centered around the relationship between Peter Parker (Spider-Man) and Johnny Storm (The Human Torch) from the Marvel comics!

The event will take place October 9th thru October 15th!

This years' themes are:

Day 1 - Across the Multiverse: Go wild with imagination of all the possible Peter Parkers and Johnny Storms in the Marvel multiverse from Peter B. Parker and a Jonathan L.S. Storm to 1930s Spider-Noir and Long Island man Jonathan Storm. The possibilities are as endless as the multiverse.

Day 2 - Space/Exploration: The Fantastic Four and Spider-Man have been to space on many occasions. Outer Space is vast and wide with a limitless amount of things to explore, including Peter and Johnny's feelings for one another.

Day 3 - Caught in the Act: What happens if Peter and Johnny get caught in the act? Did the paparazzi capture a kiss between Johnny and Spider-Man after a rough fight, or does Johnny film another tape that gets stolen again, starring one Peter Parker this time? (See Amazing Spider-Man Digital #17, 2009)

Day 4 - Villain AU: Anything and all things villain related go here. Peter or Johnny can be villians or they can be working together to stop a villain. Maybe Peter never did rid himself of the Venom symbiote. It's all up to your villainous imagination.

Day 5 - Domestic AU: From moving in or living together to babysitting or raising kids and everything in between, anything with that domestic vibe goes on this day.

Day 6 - New York, New York: The more things change the more they stay the same. Nothing has been more constant to Spideytorch than New York City. This day is anything related to Peter and Johnny and the Big Apple like hot dog dates on many a rooftops in the city to keeping villains of the streets of Manhattan.

Day 7 - Free Day!: Participant's choice! Anything goes on this day! You can also use as a makeup day if you missed the deadline for any other day.

The above are just recommendations for the theme each day so feel free to put your own spin on any of the themes.

We accept all fanworks and there’s no signups needed to participate - just remember to tag #spideytorchweek in your first five tags and tag @spideytorchweek!

For anyone new to the Spideytorch ship and/or anyone who wants to read more canon comic material about them in preparation for Spideytorch Week here are some resources to get your started from @fyeahspideytorch and @traincat!

Here & Here

#Spideytorch #Peter Parker #Johnny Storm #Marvel #Marvel Comics #mod post

[stem-sister-scuffle]

STEM SISTER SCUFFLE: ROUND 1 MASHUP 5

Dr. Olivia Octavius (Spider-Man Into The Spiderverse) vs Ms. Frizzle (The Magic School Bus)

Dr. Olivia Octavius is a Quantum Physicist and Roboticist!

Ms. Frizzle is a Science Teacher!

Why you should vote for each contestant:

Dr. Olivia Octavius:

""If you stay in this dimension too long, your body’s going to disintegrate. Do you know how painful that would be, Peter Parker? You can’t imagine. And I, for one, can’t wait to watch." I love deranged evil women she is the character of all time to me"

"Dr. Olivia Octavius, also known as Doctor Octopus, is the secondary antagonist of Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse. She's also known as 'Liz' by her friends, one of them being Peter Parker's aunt May. She is an evil scientist, CEO of the science research & development company known as Alchemax. She's the scientific advisor for The Kingpin's inventions to open up portals to other dimensions. She's an evil woman in STEM girlboss."

"feral :)"

"Oh I heard you like mad scientist girlies???"

"I know she’s evil but I love her shes so cool. Have you seen her. I support womens wrongs <3"

"MILF. Evil. What more does she need? wowza"

"shes not the best shes the worst and she owns it. milf i mean. who said that"

"I mean. just look at her. she has the robo arms, the awesome hair. also if I recall, she's also been in science educational videos for kids"

"Proves herself as a competent fighter able to take on multiple spider-men at once, plus rocks the mad scientist look"

"Successfully works as a kids' science show presenter while also being a supervillain and working on sketchy projects. Is an absolute dork about her work and about cool phenomena in a way that's really endearing right up until she threatens to lock someone up to slowly die so she can study the phenomenon that's killing them. Probably put bugs in the microwave as a kid to see what happens.

Yes she did get hit by a truck in the fight and disappear but I fully believe she lived and ended up in some other universe.

1. She's a supervillain, she's definitely been hit by a truck before. 2. Out of everyone fighting in there she's had the most experience with this sorr of thing. While missteps are possible she would be going into it with some idea of what the risks are and how to deal with them. 3. Isekai truck trope 4. If she did end up in another universe she would totally find a way to keep herself stable there. She's got science knowledge and robotic limbs built for crime. 5. I like her and I think it would be really funny.

Why did I make this part mostly ""no she isn't dead"". It'd still be funny even if she was dead tbh.

I cosplayed her once and that is irrelevant to the poll but idk. She's fun."

"it's so rare to have female mad scientists in media like her, she's a role model to girls who want to commit crimes against the spacetime continuum everywhere. she's very important"

"She's really cute, too bad about all the murder and stuff :/ Women's wrongs, amirite?👍"

"She has a "For Science!" attitude that makes most male mad scientist look sane and safety minded. I would gladly be her intern/minion. <3"

"is only here to do science for Nefarious Purposes. science without any regard for moral cost. idk i love that this character type gets to be a milf for once. we love to see an evilgirl winning"

"mad scientist lady. cool as hell hair. evil girlboss."

"She's evil. She's evil and I love her"

"Evil milf with giant robot arms that loves chaos."

"Mastered multiple disciplines, managed to break barriers between dimensions, which even in superhero realms is a bit impressive. STEM girlies should be allowed to go a little evil/feral/unhinged. as a treat."

"She is evil! She is sexy! She employs usage of soft robotics into her prosthetic tentacles, is the head scientist at Alchemax, and quite literally built a machine that creates a portal to alternate dimensions! Get you a girl that can both make educational science videos and also rip open a portal to alternate dimensions under dubious moral conditions."

"she's sooooooo cool"

"She is a girlboss she tried to make a portal and while she’s a villain she isn’t the Evillest out there… babygirl head scientist Her glasses are shaped like octagons :3"

Ms. Frizzle:

"*gestures at entire magic school bus series*"

"Embodies the true spirit of scientific discovery: barely-contained chaos."

"She is very knowledgeable about a wide variety of sciences, and uses that knowledge to further the educations of many people. Teachers deserve the world; they do so much for so little in return. (shout out to Mrs. Goates)"

"She loves science and loves teaching kids about science. I love her. Idk I saw she only had one submission and that made me sad so now im here submitting her"

"She is an icon and has cool earrings"

"SHE'S SO COOL!!! She's so smart and so fun and genuinely just an icon. ALSO she has a little lizard on her shoulder. I saw an ask abt the submissions for Ms. Frizzle and the sender was the only person who submitted her.. I couldn't let this go. ALSO one of my professors irl called herself the irl Frizzle and she's a doctor of biology so make of that what you will"

#stem sister scuffle #round 1 #dr olivia octavius #olivia octavius #spiderman itsv #itsv #into the spider verse #spiderverse #spiderman into the spiderverse #ms frizzle #the magic school bus

[wildglitch]

Spider-man x Batfam Prompt's

Ok so lately I have seen a lot of "Spidy goes to gotham and gets adopted fics" probably cause of Dark Matter by mysterycyclone cause like, duh, that fic is a goddamn masterpiece. But I feel like a lot of them are sort of the same thing with diffrent fonts ans it feels a bit saturated. Not all of them...but most of them.

Am I saying that there needs to be less of these fics? Hell no! Keep writing them please. I just feel like there could be more variety is all.

I suggest maybe try one of these ideas out

1: Peter going straight to the Batfam or other heros (dosent always have to be Batfam) and they try to work together on how to get him home, while slowly realizing "omg, your life is terrible! We want to help you, we do, but maybe we shouldnt and try to give you a better life here. Then its just a moral delema on what to do as they get to know the spider child.

2: maybe another Spider-man is the one that goes to Hotham like Andrew or Toby. Insted of being sent home at the end of NWH, they where accidentally sent to the DCU. Or maybe one of the Spider verse characters or a cartoon version of the character. Dosent always need to be Toms Spider-man.

3: on that same note. Please give more love to What If...Zombies Peter. You guys have no Idea the amount of angst and "haha, my world ended and im fine" potental there is. And you can have the other surviving member also be there as they look for eachother (characters that "survived* (no one survived that episode) are Peter, King T'challa, Scott Lang+cape, and Ig Bruce Baner/Hulk, and Bucky Barnes since we never saw them get turned or eaten) just think about Spidey and the Batfam investigating a lab or sometbing and all of a sudden they find floating head Scott in a crate. Everyone if scared shitless while Peter is crying tires of joy as he moves to hug the floating head. Think about that and tell me Im not on to something here.

4: Have the fic start our like halfway through. Maybe skip him getting to Gotham and have him be there for a few months already or something. This will help with adding more crack fics.

5: Maybe have the fic be that Peter is there for a while, he knows everyone, they know him, they might or might not know the identitys but they trust eachother. And Peter has been looking for a way home and he finally finds it! But... he accidentally brings some of the Batfam with him. So now its the Batfams turn to learn to live in the MCU with help of Spidy and they finally understand so much about him, how he lived, and vigilanties he knows (team red!) As they learn the history and pubilc opinion or Spider-man and the world.

6: Just a react to fic. Yk, those fics where they're stuffed in a room and forced to watch something? Yeah. Have the Dark Matter cast stuffed in a room and watch some MCU clips. It dosent even have to be some magic forth wall bull shit if you dont like that. In chapter 44, Peter and co. are said to be going back to the cave, and Peter still have is suit. Canonically, Karen records everything. Maybe Peter ends up so tired he dosent even want to try to explain everything. So he just hooks up Karen to the computer and and has her show them everything from the suits recordings to security cameras and news reports, to the memes and videos spiderman fans have made.

7: have the Justice League get involed cause "Hes to bright to be one of yours Bruce!" And have him be a honorary member of the league of have them put him on Young Justice. Peter gets adopted by Batfam? Yes. Peter becomeing Bffs with the Young Justice kids and actually forming normal relationships with kids his age? Also yes.

Do I have more? Probably but Im too lazy for it rn

If you for some reason use one of my ideas, pls tag me and maybe credit me for the original idea (but I mostly want to be able to find the fic if you do make it ( o_o) )

Who knows, I might just write some of these myself if I ever get the motivation lol

#writing prompt #fanfic writers #fanfic #spider man #batfam #marvel mcu #mcu #dcu #dc universe #peter parker #dark matter #crossover #crossover fic #fic ideas #please #I have had some on these ideas in my head for so long now TvT #send asks

[mewhenimanangel]

spiderboy, miles morales x reader

part 1 ʚɞ part 2 ʚɞ part 3 ʚɞ part 4! ʚɞ part 5

pairing: earth 1610! miles morales x reader

chapter 4 synopsis: Rio invites you over for dinner after hearing how Miles stuck up for you at the party.

wc: 2.1k

warnings!: cursing, teens in love, kissing, suggestive themes, google translate spanish

translations: cariño - sweetie, venid a comeros los dos - come eat you two, mi pequeño caballero - my little gentleman, mantén esa puerta abierta chico - keep that door open, boy

It was Monday morning and you sat in the mirror getting ready for school. You did your usual school make up routine of mascara, concealer, blush, and signature lip combo. You let her braids hang down today and sprayed your perfume. "Mommy can you drive me to school today?" you asked your mother as you went to put food and water in Bobo's bowls. "Sure why?" she asked drinking her coffee. "Got that big doofy project and i'm not walking with all that" "Alright well hurry up cause I gotta go"

You grabbed the project from the closet and went to put it in the backseat of the car. You ran back upstairs to grab your bag and say bye to Bobo. You settled in the car putting your seatbelts on as your mom drove off. You got a little nervous knowing you'd have to see Miles face to face again. You had been texting non stop yesterday but now you'd have to see him again after their kiss.

You looked out the window to see Spider-man stopping some guy trying to rob a mini mart. "At least that boy's working hard to keep people safe" your mom said rubbernecking. "Yeah he's so cool" you said taking a picture of the scene. After a few minutes she pulled up in front of the school and you grabbed the project from the back.

Entering the building you made a B line to Mr. Johnson's class, not wanting to try and keep that in your locker. You walked in the classroom and saw Peter standing there with his partner talking to Mr. Johnson. "Yo n/n" he called out as you put the project on the back counter. "Hey Peter" you gave him a smile. "Listen I'm real sorry about that guy last night. Are you good?" he asked, sentimental for the first time like ever. "Yeah it's okay, I promise" you nervously laughed off. He came over and gave you a small hug, before you left to go to your locker.

Zoya and Kiona walked up to you "Hey bebe" she said resting her head against the locker. "Hey Z, hey Kiona" you greeted them. "Im already ready for the weekend. Feeling extra fucking tired today" you groaned slamming the locker shut. "Too real. I'm exhausted" Kiona agreed.

"Alright I'll see you guys later" you said turning down the opposite hallway. "Yo Y/n wait up!" you turned around, face dropping to see the guy who harassed you at the party. "How do you know my name?" you asked in a flat unamused tone. "That's not important, just wanted to say sorry" he brushed off. "Okay." you said beginning to walk away. He grabbed your arm before you could get too far.

"Wait! You're not gonna say anything back?" he asked seeming offended. "What else am I supposed to say to you? You said sorry I said okay." "Come on, no 'i forgive you'" you narrowed her eyes at him in disbelief. "I don't forgive you why would I forgive you??" you spat. "Because It wasn't that fucking serious" he rolled his eyes.

"Dude you gotta leave her the fuck alone" Miles said walking up beside you. He looked back and forth between you and Miles before walking off "Fuck this" "Thanks..again. Could've held my own there but" "I know you could've." he smiled. "Uh by the way, my mom wanted to know if you'd wanna come over for dinner" he asked.

When he came home last night his mom saw blood on his fist and asked him what happened. He said it was nothing until she pushed an answer out of him. He told her what happened and she ultimately decided to invite you over. After all her son has been at this girl's house and she barely even knows her.

You tried to contain your excitement and nervousness - his mom wanted to meet you. "U-uh yeah that sounds nice. When?" you asked hiding a smile. "Friday night. That okay with you?" he asked hoping you'd say yes. "Yeah I'll ask my mom but it should be fine" The bell rung and you realized you'd be late. "I'll see you later. Get ready to present" you said hurrying to your class.

In physics, you and Miles concluded your presentation on inertia by using toy cars and a ramp. "Nice job you two. You work well together." he said writing something on his clipboard. You looked at each other and smiled before sitting back down.

🩰

The week had gone by and your heart was racing. Your mom had given you permission to go to dinner at Miles' house so here you were in your mirror frantically trying to make a good impression. You went with a sort of calm 'classy' makeup look and let your braids stay down. You wore a black long sleeve knit sweater with a black pleated skirt and a pair of loafers with white socks. Your mom had bought a bouquet of flowers from the market and told you to give it to Mrs. Morales.

On the walk over to Miles' building, you were practically shaking. You walked up the stairs to his apartment and knocked on the door. The lady who opened it had curly hair braided over to one shoulder. You could see the resemblance to Miles so you assumed that was his mom. "Hi sweetie, you're Y/n I'm assuming" she smiled at you.

"Hi Mrs. Morales" you put your hand out to shake. "These are for you" you handed the woman the bouquet of roses. "Aww thank you, cariño. Jeff, baby, can you put these in some water" Just then a tall man came up behind her. "Hey, Y/n right?" to which you nodded her head. "Yeah Miles been chatting non stop about you. He's in his room by the way." "Dinner should be ready in about five minutes" Mrs. Morales told you.

You walked in and peeled your shoes off, before following Mr. Morales' direction of where his room was. His door was open so you looked in and saw him on his bed with headphones on, seemingly drawing something. You knocked to alert him of your presence. "Oh Y/n, I didn't hear you come in" he lit up "Yeah your mom let me in." "Hey I didn't know you draw" you stood there awkwardly looking around his room, eyes landing on his collectibles. "Hey I used to have this" you said holding it. "Yeah that's pretty rare..please don't open it" he said in a small voice. "I wouldn't, m'not stupid" you joked putting it back in its resting place.

You looked around again spotting a familiar mask sticking out of his drawer. "Oh you like spider-man too?" you asked, missing the way Miles' eyes almost popped out of his head. "Uh yeah...something like that" he sighed. "Miles dinner's ready, venid a comeros los dos" his mom called out. "You can leave your jacket and your bag in here" Miles said, leading the way.

You smiled in delight at the scent of the food, everything smelled and looked amazing. You took a seat next to Miles while his parents sat on the other side. "Help yourself honey, plenty to go around." his mom said as they all began sharing their food. You took a bite and nod her head. "Oh this is really good, Mrs, Morales." you said taking another bite.

"Thank you sweetie, and you can just call me Rio."You nodded your head and continued to eat. "So, how did you and Miles meet?" Mr Morales asked. "Oh on my first day i had bumped into him and he helped me find the principal's office" you told them. "Ahh mi pequeño caballero" Rio said, earning an awkward smile from Miles.

You spent the next thirty or so minutes chatting about their lives and getting to know each other. Miles just sat back and watched you as you talked to his parents. They finished up dinner putting their plates in the sink "I can help you wash up?" you offered. "Ah don't worry sweetie, go hang out with Miles. Mantén esa puerta abierta chico" she told Miles as they went into his room. You sat on his bed moving up against the wall. "Do you wanna watch a movie or something?" he asked. "Yeah, I'm good with anything"

You guys settled on 'Someone Great' on Netflix and got comfortable in his bed, stealing glances at each other. Miles inched his hand closer to yours that was resting on your thigh. He mustered up the courage to intertwine his fingers with yours and rubbed his thumb over your knuckles lightly. You looked at each other with small grins, studying each other's face. "You are really really pretty" he blurted out. "You are too" you said before pressing her lips to his in a heartfelt kiss, eyes falling shut.

He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer to deepen the kiss. The movie now disregarded, you found your way onto his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck and he let his hands rest on your cheeks before moving down to your waist. They then trailed down to your thighs lightly rubbing small circles over them.

You pressed your tongue against his lips, wordlessly asking permission. He smiled against your lips before granting you access. He brought his lips down to where your jaw and neck meet pressing a kiss there. His hands moved to your ass, lightly squeezing it. Suddenly they heard a creak of a floorboard just outside his room and you frantically got up off his lap and sat back next to him.

"You two okay?" it was his mom. "Yeah mami we're good." Miles answered, hiding his heavy breathing. When she walked away you both sighed and giggled, his hand finding its way back to your. He looked away, eyes landing on the spider-man mask from earlier that you forgot to put back properly. He sat in thought for a few minutes before speaking up again

"Y/n...Can I tell you something?" he said looking into your eyes. "Yeah what is it? You don't got a secret girlfriend or anything right" you joked. He chuckled shaking his head. "No no. But you have to promise nothing's gonna change. And promise you'll keep this between us.

Your eyebrows furrowed before nodding your head. "I'm...I'm Spider-man" he rushed the words out of his mouth. You giggled before looking at his face looking for signs of kid. "Wait are you serious?" He nodded his head and raised his arm in the direction of the mask. Suddenly a piece of silky web shot out of his wrist and pulled the mask to his hand. Your jaw had dropped in astonishment before looking at the mask and then back at him. "There's no way" you breathed out, amazed. "Does anyone else know? Do your parents know?" you asked, holding the mask and looking at it. He shook his head "Just you and Ganke."

He went on to tell you about how he first got his powers and how he replaced Peter Parker, how his powers worked. And then met a different Peter Parker from another universe and then four more spider people from other universes. And how he had to take down Kingpin to get them back home safely "So there's more? Do you visit them or something?" you asked him. His face twisted into a sad expression

"Nah, there's really no way to, you know." She sympathized with him "Well why would anything change? Miles you literally swing around the city and save people every day, that's so fucking cool and really really generous of you." you reached your hand out to hold his face. "I just can't believe you knew about my spider-man obsession and didn't say anything" you joked.

He laughed laughed before you moved closer to each other and resuming your kiss. Before it could get any further though, Miles pulled back. "Would you um let me take you out? On a real date? Like one without my parents?" he chuckled. "I would love that Miles" you hugged him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

You'd plan your date for the following weekend at a really nice restaurant in downtown brooklyn. After a few minutes, your mom told you to start heading home, so Jeff gave you a ride, Miles tagging along. "Goodnight Y/n" Miles smiled at you. "Good night, Miles"

#NIA WRITES ࿐ #across the spiderverse #miles morales x reader #miles morales #spiderman #spider man: across the spider verse #miles morales 1610 #miles morales x you #earth 1610 #spider man x reader

[avelera]

Some slightly more coherent thoughts about Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse (ATSV) now that I've had a little time to process and long to return to the theater to see it again and again and again:

1 ) Go see it. Holy shit, go see it. Re-watch Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse (ITSV) before you go if you have the chance but you don't have to, they recap it well enough and I promise anyway, the first thing you're gonna do when you get home after is turn ITSV on and then scream a bunch because it is all so tightly connected from the very beginning.

2 ) ITSV is a masterpiece. ATSV is more of a masterpiece in the same way that 11 is bigger than 10. They took everything in ITSV, which is a perfect 10/10 and made it 11/10 for this film. I shit you not. It cannot be otherwise expressed with words. Everything is just bigger, faster, bolder, more.

Ok, now getting into some of the more spoiler-y thoughts:

3 ) Loved me those themes of connection and loneliness. When you go back to ITSV, you see it's right there from the start. All of the version of Spider-Man are lonely. They are tired. They're isolated and unsupported and they are all suffering. Miles makes their lives better. They make Miles' life better. This becomes such a huge, huge theme in ATSV as Miles literally breaks the canon, he is the ultimate fix-it fanfic character, every Spider-Man he interacts with gets some element of their tragic backstory fixed. Peter B. reunites with MJ and has a child that brings joy back into his life. Gwen gets a friend again. Pavitr doesn't have to watch his girlfriend's father die. They are no longer doomed by the narrative.

4) Another post commented on how tired Peni looks when we finally see her, but she's not the only one. All of the Spider-People in the Spider-Verse look tired and it is, in fact I'd argue, Miguel's fault. He appealed to their sense of martyrdom to put together an organization that helps people and saves the world(s). BUT he made "maintaining the canon" an aspect of this (a wonderful meta commentary on Miles himself, btw, and all the comic book nerds who want to rehash the same story over and over instead of transforming it into something new and hopeful). Because they had all suffered so much, it followed logically for all the Spider-People that all of their parallel universe selves must also suffer.

This is the crab bucket mentality. Miguel dragged all the Spider-People into the crab bucket with him. He taught them learned helplessness. They're all tired and worn down because they have to keep reliving their own trauma by standing by and making sure these awful things that happened to them continue to happen, over and over. It's the mirror too for any marginalized community where the past generation believes the next one must suffer as they did. But it's exhausting for them to see the misery and do nothing. That's why they're all so tired. It makes sense to them that to be Spider-People, the next generation must suffer as they did but they are also, all of them, heroes and so it wears them down to watch this happen over and over. Miles brings back their energy and joy and their hope by refusing to be doomed by the narrative.

It's wonderful fanfic but it's also fantastic storytelling and it works on so many layers of the story, Doylist and Watsonian, all the way down.

5 ) THIS is a tightly knit story. Every. Single. Element. Ties back to the central story, the central themes. Every line either reveals plot, character, setting, or themes. It is so, so tight as a writer I was gaping. In necessary, if brief, moments of exposition they make sure to keep the screen busy and moving. There's no time for boredom. It is literally so fast that even as someone with ADHD I was sometimes overwhelmed as much as riveted. The few scenes that slowed down to simply fast movie pace felt achingly slow as a result and I bet you they were maybe 30 seconds long.

6 ) I AM. SO HYPED. FOR THE ENDING AND THE SEQUEL IT SETS UP? The perfect dark mirror story, not rushed but simply introduced so we can see that the final boss for Miles is himself. Unless they subvert that expectation, which they might! But it is so ominous to see Prowler Miles, it makes so much sense, it is perfect and deep and rich. Literally every time you think, "Maybe they'll rehash old material?" they don't they just keep introducing cool new characters and concepts and themes it's mindblowing.

7 ) They never leave you with one thread. Miles is going to face himself and fight to save his dad from the Spot and fight Miguel, presumably, in the next one. No single line only does one thing. No frame does one thing. And yet everything ties back to the core story of Miles and the Spider-People both on the Watsonian and Doylist level. I want to study every frame under a microscope. It's insane.

8 ) THE ART IT'S JUST. I'm not an artist so I'll leave it at this but THE ART.

9 ) I love Pavitr and Hobie. So much. I gasped when we saw Pavitr's world.

10 ) The Spot's animation was insane just insane and I think he's foreshadowed in the ITSV and it blew my mind on the re-watch.

I need to see it again. I could talk about any single element for hours. But I just can't stop thinking about the mastery embodied in this film. I know a sequel to a superhero movie that's animated will never win Best Picture but I do not exaggerate when I say that in itself might be an indictment of Best Picture. This film deserves Best Picture. It is the best movie I've seen in an unfathomably long time including ITSV.

#spider-man across the spider-verse #atsv spoilers #atsv #itsv #spider-man #spiderverse

[bittenbyyou]

Inferior Flames (3)

MCU!AU | MCU!Peter Parker x Stark!Reader | MCU!Spider-Man x Stark!Reader

genre: enemies to lovers, angst, slow burn, some comedy

description: Now it was Peter’s turn to keep an eye on you, much to your dismay. 

word count: 6.8k

warnings: betrayal, cussing, arguing, lil bit of fake dating, OC’s background story, spying, fight scene

a/n: Yes, there will be a part 4, darlings! Please reblog and lemme know what you think. It’s highly motivating to all writers and I do read every comment. :)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

“Hey kiddo, F.R.I.D.A.Y tells me you missed school. Are you okay?”

“Dad, are you in the middle of a battle?”

The hologram projection glitched when sounds of explosions and distant chaos filled the air. Your father’s face remained focused on you rather than whatever was going on, his armor glinting in the background. 

“It’s fine, I called a timeout,” he said, looking around and assessing the situation. “Why aren’t you at school, Firefly?”

I don’t want to see Peter and a three-headed dragon wants to eat me. 

“I’m overwhelmed with this test coming up. Wanted extra time to study.”

“You sure? You sound a bit off.”

You smiled weakly. “I’m sure, Dad. Focus on the battle.” 

He blasted an enemy beyond the confines of the screen, and the screech sound it let out was dreadful. 

“Alright, kiddo. If you need anything, Happy is around if I'm not available. Don't hesitate to reach out."

“I know, I know. Love you.”

“Love you too. Oh! Has the Spider-ling done anything I should know about?”

“Nope, not at all. I got to study. Bye!”

You ended the call on the control panel, blowing a raspberry to release some tension. Keeping secrets from your father was not on your to-do list, but divulging the truth would unleash a Pandora's box of complications you weren’t quite prepared to face. If Tony Stark couldn’t know, then it was a definite no-go for your mother and Happy.

This was a task that weighed solely on your shoulders, one you couldn’t rely on anyone else to complete. Deep down, you recognized the cliche and absurdity of the situation, the immense pressure you were putting on yourself. But this villain was anything but ordinary. Only you could vanquish it, but that meant risking the only tangible connection to your birth mother—the pearl. 

Rather than studying, you used today to research leads on the three-headed dragon man known as Triroth. This power-hungry demon hailed from your village and had an insatiable appetite for devouring others. The enhancers were nothing more than a cunning ploy to attract formidable challengers, a way to entertain and satiate himself, absorbing their strength and amplifying his own power. 

You were almost certain he had died. But here he was, back from the abyss in some inexplicable fashion. Determination fueled your every step as you mapped out a plan to shake up an old contact who might just hold the key to uncovering the truth.

Meanwhile, Peter’s mind was in a frenzy, unable to focus on anything at school. His gaze was fixated on your empty chair every class, his mind racing a mile a minute at the possibilities. What if you decided to take on the dragon by yourself? What if he captured you? What if, heaven forbid, he already ate you? It was driving him nuts. 

“Peter? Peter. Peter!”

The boy looked up from his lunch tray to see a concerned Ned and MJ. “Yeah, what’s up?”

“Are you good?” Ned asked. 

“Yeah, you’ve been a little off,” MJ pointed out. 

“Sorry, I was wondering where [Y/N] was.”

“Ah yeah… choir was a disaster without her.” She looked around the cafeteria as if someone could potentially be eavesdropping before adding on, “The girls can’t sing.”

“I’m sure she’s fine. Maybe she’s sick?” Ned said. 

“I hope so. Maybe I’ll swing by and see how she’s doing.”

MJ had an amused expression on her face. “You know where she lives?”

“Ooh, we should all go together!” Ned suggested. Peter’s eyes widened as he shook his hands in refusal. It’s not like he could take them to the Avengers Compound and reveal that you’re one (or not one). 

“No! Th-That’s not a good idea.”

“Why not? Since when have you and her gotten that close? I don’t even know where she lives,” MJ said, narrowing her eyes in suspicion at Peter. 

“I meant I’ll swing by the internship and see if she’s there.”

“Ah, their little Stark ‘internship~’,” MJ said in a sing-songy voice, air quoting the word “internship” with her fingers. Ned did the same voice and copied her fingers, the two of them laughing at themselves.

“Guys, come on,” Peter said, chuckling at their silly behavior. “It’s a serious internship. Hopefully it’ll soon lead to a real job with them.”

“Oh yeah. Sure,” MJ suddenly drops her smile, staring at him, eyes filled with suspicion. “What are you hiding, Peter?”

He forced a nervous laugh, attempting to mask his anxiety, but it came out slightly strained. “What are you—what are you talking about?”

“She’s been absent for one day,” Ned lifted up 1 finger like he was her partner for a class presentation. “And you’re worried about her. If I didn’t know any better… I’d say you care about her.”

Peter was speechless until Ned interjected with, “No. They’re rivals. Peter just wants to keep tabs on her.”

“Yeah, she told me about that. What, you can’t stand that a girl has a higher position than you in the internship?”

Again, Peter’s lips opened but no sound came out. Suddenly, MJ’s face broke out into a grin. 

“I’m just kidding, I don’t care. I just like seeing you sit there like a gaping fish. Later losers, I gotta go to the restroom.”

As soon as MJ was gone, Ned immediately started rapid-firing questions at Peter. “Dude, did something happen? Did [Y/N] get hurt? Is she captured? She’s captured, isn’t she? I thought you said the mission went well!”

“Stop, stop, she’s fine. But… I upsetted her and I need to apologize for it.”

“What did you do?”

“I’ll tell you later. Lunch is over.”

Once Peter got home, he nonchalantly hung his backpack over the back of a chair. A cloud of smoke greeted him, launching a surprise attack on both his lungs and Aunt May’s, whose culinary experiment failed yet again.

“Hey Peter,” she said from the kitchen. He went over to her to ensure he didn’t need to grab a fire extinguisher. “Meatloaf’s a little…”—she coughed—“burnt. Do you want Thai again?”

Peter chuckled through his cough and nodded. “Yeah, May. Sounds great.”

Aunt May knew her nephew was Spider-Man, their special bond based on a foundation of trust and openness. Peter had confided in her about many aspects of his life as the friendly neighborhood hero—which recently involved you. However, he had kept his most recent mission under wraps, for obvious reasons. 

As soon as she returned with the take-out, her keen intuition immediately picked up that something was wrong.

“You’re awfully quiet,” Aunt May said, setting her chopsticks down. “What’s going on?”

Peter poked at his food mindlessly, racking his brain on the best way to communicate his feelings without giving too much away. “Um… do you remember me telling you about [Y/N]?”

Her eyes lit up with excitement. “Oh yeah. The girl who can breathe fire and took your spot on the Avengers team!” Peter gave her a look. “Sorry. Sore spot, huh? You know, I haven’t met her yet.”

“Well yeah, she’s upset at me right now.”

She leaned back in her dining chair, crossing her arms over another. “Uh huh. Why?”

He set down his chopsticks. “I… made an assumption about her and I was wrong. Completely wrong. And it upset her and I wanted to apologize, but she told me to leave her alone.”

“Was it your jealousy? Did you say something petty? Because I know I taught you better than th—”

“No, May. It was something else. I’m worried about her. I think she’s going to do something dangerous by herself.”

She leaned forward, her elbows finding a cozy spot on the table. “You know, when you became Spider-Man, I worried about you facing danger everyday. But it made me feel better knowing that Mr. Stark was looking out for you. He’s out of town, right?”

“Yes.”

“Then maybe you can be her person. The one that looks out for her. If it’s as dangerous as you say, then she needs help. And who knows? She might forgive you.”

“Thanks May.” He quickly slurped his food, causing him to momentarily choke. May rushed over and started patting his back, trying to dislodge the stubborn bite. He thanked her between coughs, then planted a swift peck on her cheek. With a playful grin, he darted off towards his room where his suit and mask awaited him. 

“Hey Karen.”

“Hi Peter,” the AI replied.

“I need you to track someone. Her name is [Y/N].”

“I’m sorry, Peter. I am unable to process that request.”

“What, why?”

“It is against my protocol.”

Peter’s hands flew to his head, alarmed and bewildered. “Can you give me any information about her?”

“It depends. You do not have authorization for certain information.”

His hands dropped back down to his sides. “Don’t have authorization? Why can’t you… wait a second. Whose authorization do I need?”

“You would need Tony Stark’s authorization.”

“Karen please, I need to find her. She could be in danger. Can you give me her phone number at least?”

“That is one thing I can do. Shall I call her for you?”

“Yes, please!”

He waited patiently for you to pick up but after the second ring, it went straight to voicemail. “It appears she is unable to take your call. Would you like to leave her a message?”

“Yes!” He heard a beep. “Hey, Ember, it’s your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man here. So, uh, listen, if you’re going after dragon man, you gotta let me help you. Please.” There was a moment of silence before he continued, a touch of vulnerability creeping in his voice. “I don’t want anything bad to happen to you. Stay safe.”

“That was very sweet, Peter.”

“Thanks Karen.”

“Is there anything else I can assist you with?”

“Yes. Call Ned.”

“Peter Parker is calling you.”

“Thanks D.A.W.N. Ignore it.”

“Got it.”

“Is there a chance he can locate me?”

“The chances are low. Your father put strict protocols on anything that would invade your privacy. However, having your phone on means he could potentially track it.”

“Turn it off for now.”

“Got it.”

You had tracked down an old contact at an enormous animal shelter on the east side of town, determined to find some answers. As you approached the facility, the darkened surroundings and the faint glow of the moon added an air of mystery to the scene. Searching for a way in, you scoured the perimeter of the building, checking doors and windows. Eventually, you discovered a slightly ajar maintenance entrance, providing an opportunity to slip inside unnoticed. Carefully, you crept through the narrow opening, ensuring not to disturb anything or set off any alarms.

Once inside, the shelter appeared deserted, its corridors dimly lit by sporadic emergency lights. The smell of animals lingered in the air, making your nose scrunch at the unfamiliarity. As you navigated the hallways, the soft sounds of animals rustling in their enclosures reached your ears. The glow of the overhead lights illuminated the rows of cages that lined the walls. Dogs barked softly, and cats meowed curiously, their presence creating an atmosphere of both serenity and longing.

Continuing your search, you followed the distant sound of feline purring and came upon a room filled with cats of various breeds and sizes. The woman you were seeking was standing before one of the cages, affectionately talking to a small tabby cat and stroking its fur.

“I need information on Triroth,” you said, pointing your spear at the back of her head. The woman’s lips curled into a subtle smile, having not heard her native language in years. 

“Please. Not in front of my kittens. They’re innocent.” 

Only after you lowered your spear and secured it on your back did she bother to turn around. 

“Very well.”

You trailed behind her, weaving through the winding corridors of the building. The array of cats and playful puppies greeted you with excitement as you passed, their wagging tails and joyful barks exuding an air of anticipation. 

Yet, as you left the company of the animals, there was a subtle shift in their behavior. The once-friendly chorus of barks and meows gradually morphed into an unsettling cacophony of growls and hisses. As if they sensed something unbeknownst to you—an unseen presence. 

Your guide was unfazed by the animals’ hostile display, guiding you forward with an unwavering calmness. Finally, you arrived at the grand entrance of the main lobby.

“It’s been years, Ember. You certainly have grown up,” she said, her voice carrying a slight accent. With a dramatic turn, she faced you, a forced smile gracing her lips. “Are you here to kill me?”

“No, Kura. I need to know what Triroth is doing here and where to find him.”

“And if I don’t tell you?”

“I have ways of persuading you,” you said, getting into a fighting stance.

“Tsk. You haven’t changed a bit.”

“Just taking extra precautions. Tell me where he is.”

She scoffed, her lips curling with a mix of disbelief and amusement, yet her eyes portrayed sadness. “That maniac killed my sister. I have no interest in suffering the same fate.”

You snapped your fingers, your helmet vanishing on command to reveal your shocked expression. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

“Of course you didn’t. After he tossed me aside, he went after my sister who foolishly fell in love with him. The bastard then sacrificed her life to regain his powers.”

“What the fuck…”

“Believe me when I say I want nothing to do with him. Now please leave.” With those words, she averted her gaze, indicating her desire for you to depart.

“No please,” you begged, rushing over and placing a hand on her shoulder. She went on the defensive, the air crackling with tension as your actions triggered a fierce hand-to-hand combat. With a blend of grace and determination, you dodged her attacks and striked back with precision and agility. 

Yet Kura’s eyes gleamed with a twisted delight, relishing the challenge that was you, her thirst for battle having not been satiated for a long time. Her every movement exuded a dark elegance, as if she danced with the shadows themselves. Her strikes were ruthless, each blow infused with a raw power that threatened to overwhelm your defenses. 

The clash intensified, the echoes of grunts and exertion reverberating through the room. Kura wasn’t backing down, seeming invigorated by the fierce resistance. As the battle reached its climax, you seized an opportunity and skillfully maneuvered her, pinning Kura against the wall. 

You pressed your spear against her throat, the cold metal creating a stark contrast against the skin. 

“Please,” you whispered, a flicker of sorrow in your voice. “All I want is to stop Triroth and I know you were close to him once before. Anything would help.”

She hesitated as you pressed the tip of the spear closer, grazing the delicate skin of her throat. 

“I spared your life once. You owe me,” you reminded her.

“Fine. But you already know what he wants.”

“The pearl.”

“Precisely. All he’s ever wanted is power and who better to drain the life force of than humans? They’re stupid and in abundance. He won’t stop until you hand the pearl over.”

“Where is he staying?”

“I already said I don’t know!” She mustered all her remaining power and unleashed a desperate counterattack, launching a powerful energy blast that sent you flying backwards. You lifted your body off the ground, letting out a faint “ow” before chasing after Kura, who was trying to escape. It was then you saw a web had been casted around her body, immobilizing her in an intricate pattern of sticky strands. She fell down like a log, wiggling around like a fish out of water. “Get me out of this!”

“Hey Ember.”

The hairs on the back of your neck stood up and you whipped around quickly, spear ready for battle only to see the sight of the iconic red and blue hero, gracefully suspended upside down.

“What the heck, don’t do that!” you yelled, lowering your weapon. 

Peter detached himself from his web and landed on his feet. “Sorry, but I—”

“You aren’t supposed to be here.”

“Well I was in the neighborhood—”

“I don’t want to hear it. “

“And you weren’t at school so—”

“And now I gotta hear it.”

“I wanted to make sure you were okay.” Peering over your shoulder, he caught a glimpse of Kura, seeing the fear in her eyes. “And you’re kinda scaring her…”

With a mischievous grin, you confidently brandished your weapon, savoring the momentary flicker of fear that danced across the arachnid superhero's eyes. However, you decided to lower the spear, loving how easy it was to tease him.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you were so great at interrogation. Please, by all means. Go ahead.” You gestured your arms over to Kura, challenging the hero.

“Okay. Should be easy.” He jogged right over and crouched down to her eye level. “Hi, I’m Spider-Man,” he held his hand out for her to shake, only for her to look up at him with a judgemental gaze. “Oh, my bad. You’re webbed up. Sorry about that, but my friend needs information.” 

“We’re not friends,” you corrected. 

Peter pressed a hand against his mouth, mimicking a makeshift wall to shield his voice from you. 

“I guess I’ll have to return the matching best friend bracelets,” he whispered, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Kura let out a chuckle in response before saying something in her native language, smiling brightly at Peter. 

“Hey, I think I’m getting somewhere!” Peter exclaimed. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, placing one hand on your hip.

“She says she’s curious to see how delicious spider flesh is,” you translated. 

The white of Peter’s mask where the eyes were widened significantly as he backed away nervously. You laughed, bending down to Kura’s level. Peter watched as you said some things to her in a foreign language, unable to decipher any part of the conversation. Kura seemed unsure at first, but eventually, she uttered something that brought a grin to your face. In that moment, you and her wore matching smirks and glanced at Spider-Man.

“Ember…?” he stammered, taking cautious steps backward with his hands raised in surrender. You swiftly rose to your feet, wielding your spear with determination. In a swift, controlled motion, you tore through the intricate webs that bound Kura, setting her free. 

“Thanks for the intel, Kura. Have fun.”

With another snap of your fingers, your helmet appeared on your head and you flew out of the shelter at the speed of light. Peter stared at Kura, letting out a nervous laugh to quell the tension he sensed in the air. 

“Hate to leave a lady hanging, it was nice to meet you!” Peter shot a web and attempted to swing his way out when a long, bushy fox tail snaked around his foot. “What the…?!”

Another tail wrapped around Peter’s torso, yanking him to the ground with an earth-shaking crash. Struggling to free himself, he glanced back in astonishment, his eyes widening at the sight before him. Kura had not one, not two, but nine tails fanned around her like a peacock spreading its feathers. 

“Well, well, looks like we've got a real 'fox'-y situation here,” Peter quipped. Kura smirked, clearly enjoying her little game. She launched another tail at his free leg, deftly pulling him closer with a sly grin. “Oh my god! Ember! EMBER YOU CAN’T LEAVE ME, SHE HAS SO MANY TAILS, WHAT THE FUCK, AHHH!”

You were outside the shelter on the rooftop, peering in through the glass ceiling. 

“He’ll be fine,” you told yourself, chuckling afterwards before heading home.

The next morning at school…

“Can we talk?”

“I would rather do literally anything else,” you said, closing your locker shut after pulling out the textbooks you needed for class. You began striding down the bustling hallway at a brisk pace with Peter trailing close by your side.

“You left me with a nine-tailed fox demon!” he hissed, the sound of students chattering providing a convenient cover for your conversation.

“You survived. Kura isn’t a threat. She just likes to play with her food,” you taunted.

“She had nine tails. Nine. All on me. I’m pretty sure I still have fur on my…” He shuddered at the memory. 

“Ew, ew, ew, shut up.”

“I ran out of webs just to tie her up! How could you leave me?”

“Well, she thought you were cute.”

“She did?” A faint blush crept onto his cheeks, and you couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, giving him a knowing look. 

“Stop following me.”

“I was worried about you.”

“Yeah, no. That needs to stop. Go back to hating me.” Peter stole your textbooks from you, effectively stopping you from going further. “Hey!”

He slyly concealed the books behind his back, leaning against a locker to sandwich them and making it even more challenging to reclaim your possessions. When one of your hands got too close, he snatched your wrist with his free hand and pulled you close. Your eyes locked in an intense gaze as you found yourself face to face with him.

"I don't hate you," he whispered gently, his words hanging in the air. You stood there, frozen in place, caught off guard by the unexpected sincerity that resonated in his voice.

“... Maybe you should start.”

“Is there a problem here?” As your gazes shifted, you caught sight of Flash glaring at Peter. “Is Parker bothering you? Dude, let go of her hand.”

With his quick thinking, Peter blurted out, “Why should I? She’s my girlfriend.”

“I’m your what now?”

He went from holding your wrist to enveloping your hand with his own. “Girlfriend. She’s my girlfriend. You got a problem with that?”

Flash responded with a dismissive 'pshhhh' sound, clearly not convinced by Peter's bluff. In that moment, you were left speechless, unable to find the right words to respond. Sensing the tension, Peter quickly sprang into action, guiding you away from Flash with a victorious grin stretching across his face.

“With us dating, it won’t be weird if I’m always around you,” Peter said with a certain gleam in his eyes.

“Yeah, ‘cause that’s not creepy. I swear I’m going to kill you,” you muttered, trying to shake off his grip, but he wouldn’t let up.

“Not before we hunt down that dragon, babe.”

He gave your hand a gentle squeeze, sending a wave of butterflies through you. Against all reason, you found yourself allowing him to keep hold of your hand as you walked together, all the way until you reached your classroom. 

“Man, I knew you were hiding something from me. I was going to ask you to be my wingman and it turns out you were your own wingman and now I’m wingless!”

“What?” Peter asked, laughing at his friend’s rambling. Ned slammed his lunch tray down, the milk carton almost toppling over, and took a seat.

“You’re dating [Y/N]!”

“Oh… Oh! Oh, that. Come closer,” Ned leaned in from across the table. “There’s a mission that she’s keeping from me and I need an excuse to be close to her so she’ll let me come,” Peter whispered. 

“Oh~!” Ned said, relieved as he sat back down in his own seat. “I see you, Peter. Nice.”

“I knew you had a thing for him,” a female voice said in the distance. Ned and Peter followed the sound to see you and MJ heading their way. 

“MJ, we’re not dating.”

“That’s not what it looked like. He held your hand to every class, I think that counts as dating~.”

“The boy is obsessed with me, I don’t have the heart to reject him.”

“Oh honey, don’t go down that path. I’ll reject him for you.”

MJ and you sat down, but once she saw you were sitting next to Peter, she raised an eyebrow. “Peter…”

“Yeah?” he said, sipping his chocolate milk. 

“[Y/N]’s not interested in dating you. She’s too nice to say no, so I’m doing it for her.”

“God, MJ,” you covered your face, mortified at her brutally honest nature. Peter draped his arm over your shoulder, pulling you close. He smelled pleasant, like a mixture of calming eucalyptus and gentle florals. 

“Did she tell you that? The truth is she’s too shy to admit she has feelings for me. She was following me at one point.”

“Peter!” you exclaimed, pushing him off you. “Will you shut up?”

He pointed his thumb at you like he was doing the “get a load of this guy” meme.

“Yeah and why wouldn’t she like Peter? He can recite the entire periodic table backwards. What a guy.”

All three of you took a look at Ned, confused as hell. “Thanks Ned.”

He gave him a thumbs up, oblivious to the weird dynamic he created. 

“Okay, you two aren’t telling us something,” MJ deduced. “Come on, Ned. Let’s let the two love birds figure their stuff out.”

The look you gave MJ screamed for her not to leave, but she only smirked in response as Ned got up and followed her, making sure to give Peter another thumbs up. As soon as they were out of earshot, Peter slid his lunch tray out of the way and faced you. 

“What did Kura tell you?” 

“Like I’d tell you,” you said, stabbing your food with your fork aggressively. “I’m imagining this as your face by the way.”

“Yikes. I’m the first victim of the Fork Assassin.”

“You’re so annoying.”

“Tell me.”

You set your utensils down and faced him, wearing an expression of exasperation. “You’re really not going to stop, are you?”

“I want to help you.”

“I don’t want your help.”

“Fine. I’ll just call Mr. Stark and tell him what you’ve been up to.” Your instincts betrayed you, your eyes widening more than you wanted him to see. You tried your best to keep your composure, but he saw right through you. 

“Don’t. He can’t know.”

“Then are you going to tell me?”

You reluctantly nodded. “Fine. But not here. Meet me at the school’s rooftop around midnight. Now, will you stop with the whole fake boyfriend thing and tell MJ and Ned to come back?”

“Sure thing, darling.”

“That’s it!”

You grabbed your fork and Peter shielded his body with hands. “Not the face, not the face!”

You arrived at Midtown High earlier than midnight, wondering if this was a good idea. 

“Hey Early Bird. Or should I say Ember Bird?” a friendly voice said from above. You noticed Spider-Man at the top of the school’s tower, jumping down to get to your level. You got comfortable and sat criss-cross, patting the spot next to you.

“Hi Spidey Bird,” you said, mirroring his lame joke. “Join me.”

Spider-Man took the seat beside you before taking off his mask and revealing his warm smile. He noticed the package of colorful treats in your lap, pointing to them. 

“Are those gummy worms?”

“Yeah. Want some?” you asked, offering him the bag after tearing it open. 

“Sure, thanks,” He popped one in his mouth, chewing with a giddy smile. You threw one up in the air and caught it in your mouth, earning an eye roll from him. “Showoff.”

Once he finished swallowing the sweet gummy, he blew a small raspberry with his lips. “So… are you going to tell me what you know?”

“Yeah, I suppose I have to. Kura told me my pearl can track Triroth’s mystical energy.”

“That’s great! Let’s come up with a plan and take him down.”

“It’s not that simple, Peter. If the pearl ends up in his hands, the consequences could be catastrophic. And… it’s the only memory I have left of my birth mother.”

You hugged your knees tightly, feeling the weight of the world on your shoulders. Peter noticed your distress, shifting out of his criss-cross position. With one knee bent, he leaned back and used his hands to support his body, creating a relaxed yet attentive posture. 

“Do you want to tell me about her and your family?”

“Well, my background is… complicated.”

“I’m willing to listen.” You gave him a grateful smile. “For the whole package of gummy worms.” 

“Ugh.” You threw it at his face and, to your surprise, it actually hit him. 

“Hey!”

“Sorry!” you said, unable to contain your laughter. “I thought your Spidey Sense worked.”

“It does. But not for gummy worms!” He held the treats hostage. “They’re definitely mine now. Now talk.”

You delved into the story of your origins, telling him about how you had come from a tiny village a long ways away from New York. Your parents were remarkable beings bestowed with extraordinary powers. They spoiled you rotten, believing you could do no wrong and letting you get away with just about anything.

However, your mischievous tendencies took a wild turn once you reached ten years old. You couldn’t resist using your powers to play pranks and torment others for your own amusement. Little did you know, your misbehavior caught the attention of the Goddess of Mercy herself. She revoked your powers until you learned how to behave. 

That’s when you learned the hard way about how actions had consequences. With the tables turned, you found yourself defenseless, becoming the target of others teasing and bullying. You suffered a great deal, learning about doing what was right and how to treat others kindly. 

It was during this difficult time in your life that you first encountered Triroth. He stormed into your village, seizing control with an iron grip. Your righteous nature couldn’t stand idly as innocent townsfolk faced his wrath. In a valiant attempt to protect them, you found yourself kidnapped by the wicked demon. He held you hostage, demanding that your mother surrender her precious pearl—a source of great power that fueled her formidable weapon. 

The Goddess of Mercy, ever watchful, returned your powers when least expected, but it was too late. When your parents came to your rescue, they instructed you to save yourself, but you ignored them. If only you had listened to their words and escaped, perhaps they could have emerged victorious instead of worrying about your safety.

Triroth killed your mother, who shielded your body when you decided to fight back. Your father, filled with unwavering bravery, confronted the demon and dragged him to an endless abyss. Yet, in a cruel twist of fate, Triroth pulled your father down along with him, their fates seemingly sealed. 

Both of them died, or so you thought, until now. Triroth had returned and was still fixated on obtaining your mother’s pearl—a relic that could be catastrophic in the wrong hands.

“I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have assumed you two were related.”

“It’s okay. You didn’t know.”

“No, it’s not okay. He’s a monster, he took away your parents and killed innocent people. I can’t even imagine what you’re going through.”

“I’ll be okay once he’s been defeated.”

“I agree. And we can do it together.”

“No, Peter. I have to do this myself.”

“What? That’s stupid.”

“So… I’m stupid?”

“What?” You swore you could actually see the gears in his head turning. “No, not you, um. You’re not stupid, fighting alone is stupid because… it’s not smart…”

“Nice save.”

“It sounded better in my head.” You bumped your shoulder into his in a playful manner, letting him know you weren’t upset.

“Peter, do you know why I’m not an Avenger?” He didn’t say anything and waited for you to continue. “Because I’m scared.”

“What? What do you have to be scared of? You’re powerful. You can defeat him, I know it.”

“Maybe. Maybe not. I’m scared… of dying.”

“Well, that’s normal.”

“No. I’m so terrified of dying that I will choose to save myself over anyone else.”

“What? That’s not true.”

“It is. Why do you think I was so upset that night at the club?”

“Because you didn’t want me to get hurt?”

You shook your head. “Because if it comes down to saving either you or me, I will choose me.”

Peter was rendered speechless at your blunt words. “Whoa, hold on. It doesn’t have to come down to that. We’re in this together.”

His insistent need to do this with you was tiresome, so you got up and walked over to the ledge of the rooftop overlooking the city.

“You don’t get it. I’m not the self-sacrificing type, Peter. I fight for myself. Not for you. Not for the people in this city. I don’t care for anyone but myself.”

Peter rose to his feet and stood near you, casually resting his forearms on the ledge as he stared at your side profile. “You say that, but who would risk their own life to battle a demon?”

“I’m avenging my parents.”

“But if you were scared of dying, you wouldn’t battle Triroth in the first place.”

“I can if I knew I was alone. My parents died because I didn’t save myself, so from now on, that’s what I’m going to do.” You slowly turned to face him, a fierce intensity burning in your gaze. “So don’t get in my way. You’ll just be a burden.”

Despite Peter's patience and understanding of your pain stemming from past mistakes, your words pierced deep, leaving him feeling as though all his efforts on your behalf had been invalidated. 

“You think I’m a burden?” He nodded silently, his lips pursed, and took a few steps back, his hands raised as if he were saying, “Okay, I got the message.”

A wave of guilt washed over you, but instead of speaking up, you remained silent. 

“You wanna know why I saved you at the club?” He clenched his jaw, trying his best to remain composed. With his hands firmly planted on his hips, he bowed his head, contemplating the perfect choice of words.

“I never asked you to,” you remarked. He snapped his head up to stare straight into your soul, eyes ablaze with anger. 

“Because that’s what being Spider-Man is all about. I saved you because I won’t stand by and allow someone to suffer by doing nothing. You’re wanting to go into battle against a demon with no backup.” Frustration washed over him, evident as he ran his hand through his hair, massaging the back of his head with a hint of exasperation. “For someone who’s scared of death, that honestly sounds pretty stupid.”

“So you’re definitely calling me stupid now.”

“Yes! Because you won’t let me help!”

“I don’t need your help!” you exclaimed, placing a hand on your chest. “I never did!”

He took a sharp inhale and closed his eyes to find his happy place, briefly resting his forehead on his hand to collect himself before speaking again. “You’re being so annoying right now.”

“Good, I love being annoying.”

Peter let out a “gah!” sound, holding his face in frustration before walking back towards you. “You’re so stubborn.”

“Another thing we can agree on,” Your heart pounded in your chest, and a cold sweat coated your palms when you realized he wasn’t stopping. You stepped backwards to distance yourself until your back met the unyielding surface of a wall, leaving you with no escape route.

“And you want to know the worst part of all this?” he asked, not breaking eye contact. 

“Do enlighten me.”

“You’re selfish.”

“Yup, sure. Love that for me.” You tried to leave when he extended his arm out, effectively blocking your way. “You know, girls don’t find this as attractive as movies make it out to be. It’s kinda cliche.”

“Will you shut up for one second?”

“You gonna make me?”

“And you wanna talk about cliches.” Unexpectedly, he shot a web at your wrist and you freaked out.

“What the hell, Peter?!”

“What, you expecting a kiss?”

“You wish, webhead. You seriously have a thing for tying up women. Is it your kink or something?”

A flush of pink dashed across his cheek. “S-Say what you want, but you’re going to stand here and listen to me.”

You attempted to pull your wrist free when he added on, “And if you don’t, I’m telling your dad.”

That ceased your attempts of escaping. “... My dad…?”

“Mr. Stark adopted you. Didn’t he?”

“How’d you—”

“Karen told me.” Your perplexed face made him quickly realize he needed to elaborate. “The suit lady.”

“Your AI?”

“Well, she didn’t really tell me, I figured it out.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“When I asked her to find you, she said I didn’t have the authorization to track you. That I needed authorization from Mr. Stark. The only reason she would say that is if he wanted to keep your privacy, well, private. And with what you told me today, everything lines up.”

“Fuck…” you breathed. “Please don’t tell him. I don’t want my dad to worry.”

"You know," Peter remarked, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, "I have to admit, you're really not in the best position to ask for favors. I mean, let's recap, shall we? You pretended to be an Avenger, completely humiliated me in front of everyone, and oh, did I mention you're Iron Man's daughter? Yeah, it's quite the resume you've got there." He crossed his arms, unable to suppress a chuckle as he savored the moment.

“Peter, I swear… if you tell him, I will never forgive you.”

“Tell me why I shouldn’t.”

“I lost one father. I can’t lose another.”

“There. That’s the real you. So selfish.”

“What?”

“You talk about the possibility of losing others. But have you not once considered how he might feel? You’re actively putting yourself in danger behind his back. He wouldn’t want to lose you.” His gaze softened, his voice sincere. “I… wouldn’t want to lose you.”

Your breath caught in your throat as Peter's words washed over you. The anger that had consumed you moments ago dissolved into a bittersweet realization. His concern, his unwavering support, it was all driven by a genuine fear of losing you.

No. You couldn't allow yourself to be vulnerable, to let him see the turmoil brewing within you. It was easier to bury your feelings, to push him away, even if it tore you apart inside.

“You’re a liability.”

“Don’t do this.”

“Stay away from all this. Stay away from me.”

He leaned in closer, gently pressing his forehead against yours. His voice was so broken, barely audible, as he pleaded, “Please don’t push me away.” 

You closed your eyes, fighting back the tears, the ache in your chest matching the ache in your soul. Your mind raced, torn between your desire to protect Peter and the overwhelming weight of your own fears and doubts. You had convinced yourself that pushing him away was the only way to keep him safe, but now, faced with his vulnerability and plea, your resolve wavered.

A tremor passed through your voice as you tried to steady yourself, to keep your emotions in check.

"I have to, Peter," you whispered, your words laced with a mixture of sorrow and determination. He intertwined his fingers with your own, shaking his head. 

“Please don’t go.”

Taking a deep breath, you released his hand, your resolve hardening within you. The weight of your decision hung heavily in the air as you prepared yourself for what had to be done. It pained you to hurt him, but you knew it was the only way to keep him safe.

With a sudden swiftness, you struck at the precise pressure points on his body, rendering him temporarily paralyzed. His eyes widened in shock, a silent plea for understanding and answers. Before he could utter a word, you swiftly pressed another pressure point on his neck, muffling his voice and preventing him from moving.

Guilt flooded your senses, but you knew this was necessary. You had to go alone, to face the danger that lay ahead without burdening him with your choices and risks. It was a sacrifice you were making to protect him, even if it meant breaking his trust.

As Peter's eyes conveyed a mix of pain and betrayal, you couldn't help but offer a heartfelt apology. "I'm sorry," you whispered, your voice heavy with remorse.

With a practiced touch, you ignited a tiny flame on your index finger, using it to burn through the webs that bound your other hand. The strands disintegrated, freeing you from their constraints. Peter's eyes followed the flickering flame, pain etched across his face.

"I have to do this on my own," you explained, your voice tinged with determination. "You'll regain control of your body in a few hours. It's for your own safety."

Before leaving, you carefully donned Peter's mask, shielding his identity from prying eyes. With a heavy heart, you carried him back to his apartment, gently laying him on his bed.

“I can’t lose you too.”

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[pastself]

Want for Nothing: Deleted Scene (Joint Accounts - 1.3k)

So, part of the problem with being a discovery writer is that I have a good 20k of deleted scenes for Want for Nothing. Most of them are nothing special, but some I can’t quite let go of, even though they don’t work anymore — this is one of them.

It’s set in Chapter 3 (4 by ao3 logic) “Tabloid Junkie” and basically has Tony/Peter confronting their new financial dynamic head-on. It got cut because 1/ Peter was going through enough in that chapter, 2/ they were both just… not in the right place to talk about it without it devolving into an argument. It’s unfinished in that respect, because I was just not up to writing whatever new hell they were going to invent.

—

The bed was cold when Peter woke the next morning. 

Cold, but not empty.

A pile of bank documents lay on top of Tony’s pillow. No note attached – unless several post-its with the words "sign here" counted. 

Peter read over the documents alone in his multi-million dollar apartment with the blinds down. Signing would make him a co-owner of Tony's accounts. The balance wasn't listed, but behind the ownership documents were sign-offs for new unlimited lines of credit in Peter's name. 

Peter hadn't even known there was such a thing as unlimited credit. 

He called Tony.

"Hear me out," Tony said as soon as the call connected. "This is just like May’s medical bills."

"How?"

"Your Aunt's old boss screwed her out of what she'd worked for, so I fixed the damage. This is me doing the same for you."

"But I’m fine. I’m–"

“NYU is pulling your scholarship.”

The words hit Peter like a punch to the gut. His vision blurred and he felt the blood run from his brain. He sat down, hard, on a kitchen stool. Tony was still talking to him, but the words were indistinguishable. Completely obscured by the white noise of panic running through him.

His scholarship.

The one he’d spent years fighting for, pulling weeks of all-nighters to ensure he stayed in the city’s top percentile. Padding his resume with debate team and volunteer work, on top of his jobs and Spider-Man. His scholarship. The one he and May had cried over, together, when it had come through. The one that had been set to get him through college, miraculously, with ‘only’ 20 grand of student debt. 

Gone.

“–but you told me to tell you before I pull shit. So I put the foundation on hold, and figured we could just pay this all out of pocket. Out of your pocket, if you’ll let me–”

“Wait, what?”

Tony was silent for a beat. “You missed everything I said, huh?”

“I… what?”

Tony let out a sad sigh, and Peter desperately wished they were having this conversation in person.

“The scholarship is gone, babe.”

“But why… how can they do this?”

“It’s the apartment. It’s legally in your name, and when they… found out about your change of address, they decided to re-evaluate your financial status. You don’t qualify for aid anymore.”

Oh.

“But an apartment doesn’t pay for, like, tuition. Or food. Or just… anything else. I quit my jobs. Just because I’m living here–”

“They don’t see it that way. So, either we fight them, which I’m happy to do, or we just give them money. In this case, I think paying them off is the better option.”

Peter squeezed his eyes shut and tried to swallow back the lump in his throat. He knew Tony was just trying to help but, fuck, if didn’t feel like someone had just pulled the rug out from under him.

“You said something about a foundation?” he said, trying to piece together Tony’s earlier rant.

“I uh-” Tony started, before clearing his throat awkwardly. Peter heard him fidget with something on his desk. “My first thought was to set up a foundation under SI that could just give you a new scholarship.”

“Are you kidding me–”

“But, I remembered you told me to just ask you before I did shit. So, I shelved the scholarship idea and instead I’m asking. This is me asking, okay? Let me do this for you. Let me fix this.” 

Peter looked down at the bank documents Tony had provided. It was too much. He couldn’t imagine having total access to Tony’s money; he didn’t want the responsibility that came with that.

“Can’t you just… pay my tuition? And give me something for expenses?”

Tony made no reply for a long moment. Long enough for Peter to feel antsy. Because really, what kind of person said no to a fortune?

“Those documents would give you more security,” Tony said, eventually. “I wouldn’t be able to take away your access without your consent. So if… if things don’t work out, you’ll be able to look out for yourself.”

If things don’t work out?

“Are you breaking up with me?” Peter said instinctively, irrationally.

“Jesus, Peter, no. People don’t hand over billions of dollars as a parting gift. No. Definitely not breaking up with you.”

“Billions?” Peter let out a croak of a laugh. “Right, yeah, of course, right. Sorry.”

“I just– you should have the freedom.”

Peter understood Tony’s motivation, in theory – but he hated it. Because Tony was family, now, and Peter couldn’t imagine a world in which he wouldn’t be. Couldn’t imagine a world in which he’d choose to stop taking Tony’s support. Or in which Tony would stop giving it, even if they stopped dating.

But maybe Tony needed that reassurance. Maybe this wasn’t just about Peter. Maybe this was one of those points of compromise MJ kept talking about.

“Is that… is that ‘freedom’ important for you?”

“Yes,” Tony answered immediately.

Okay. Compromise it is, then.

“Alright, alright,” Peter tried to bring his mind into focus. Tried to think of a way this would work for both of them. “Could you set it up in a way that… I dunno, lets me have access up to a certain limit? And a set time-frame? That way you’ll know I’ll be able to cover tuition and expenses for… well, however long you think.”

“So no limits and forever?”

“Tony–”

“What?" Tony said stubbornly. "That’s what you deserve.”

Peter sighed. “I’m not saying no, Tony. But the idea of being responsible for, like, an infinite amount of money freaks me out. I don’t want to be on the Forbes list or–”

“Those lists are bullshit PR–”

“Well, whatever. You get my point. I get that you want me to have that extra cushion, but I– I’m trying to compromise here. I already trust you to support me — I don’t see why we need to do all this, especially since it will inevitably end up in the Bugle.”

Tony was silent, but for a pen tapping contemplatively.

“Is this a kink thing?” he said

Peter definitely hadn’t seen the conversation going this direction.

“What? A- a what?”

“You know,” Tony said, voice oddly detached and casual. “‘Pay for me, own me, control me.’ Are you trying to tell me you have an ownership kink? That you’re into the whole codependent, power transfer thing?”

“That’s a thing?”

Tony let out a gust of air, and Peter heard more rustling in the background. Peter genuinely has no idea how to continue this conversation.

“Yes. It’s a thing,” Tony said, at last. “Is it your thing?”

“Is it yours?” Peter volleyed back.

“Not necessarily.”

“Okay, well…” Peter still didn’t know what to say. “Ditto?”

Tony was quiet for another long minute. Peter started counting his breaths to keep himself from speaking. 

“So,” Tony said eventually. “You want me to control your finances, but not in a kinky way. Honestly, that may be worse.”

Peter sighed. “No,” he said, emphatically. “I don’t want you to control anything. What I want is the scholarship I dedicated years of my life to getting. But, given that’s not an option, I am happy to accept your support – which doesn’t have to mean access to all your money. I love May, and I’d help her with anything, but we still have separate bank accounts. See where I’m going with this?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah — you want a daddy.” Tony’s voice was hard. Angry.

Peter genuinely wanted to throw his phone out the window. Actually, he could hear it crack slightly under his hand, so he put it down and just let himself breathe. 

And breathe.

And breathe.

“Peter?” came Tony’s voice.

Peter finally picked up his phone. “If you were anyone else I would have hung up.”

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Edit with my tags (lol making me change my tumblr ways): fwiw Peter still doesn’t know if the money thing is a sex thing for him, bc it is just so intertwined with the way Peter feels Tony’s love for him. Obvs that impacts the sex but not — directly?

#my writing #want for nothing #Peter still doesn’t know if the money thing is a sex thing for him fwiw #it’s just so intertwined with the way Peter feels Tony’s love for him #which obvs impacts the sex but not — directly?

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Time wasn't in our favor - Part 4 (Sad Ending)

Pairing: TASM Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield) x Female!Reader

Summary: What if...your soulmate is from another universe but you didn't know? Soulmate AU. Set during NWH, fluff.

Word count: 3k

Series Masterlist: Prologue, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Happy Ending, Sad Ending.

The first thing Peter Parker did after he returned to his universe was swing back to his apartment. He needed the confirmation despite his heart already giving indications of the truth. Ignoring the injuries that he was sporting after the multiversal battle, Peter checked his soul mark. A shaky chuckle echoed as he saw the mark identical to Y/N’s.

His tattoo indeed changed after meeting her. They were red - a color Peter never thought his tattoo would ever be in again. Peter shook his head as his brain started racking up ideas on how to see her again. While changing out of his Spider-man suit, an item fell out and onto the ground. They were the photos he took with Y/N from the photo booth.

Peter quickly threw on a hoodie before picking the photo up. His hands ever so lightly held the item, as if afraid he would ruin it. But as of that moment, it was the only thing left of her that he had - excluding the tattoo, of course. He settled down onto his bed, eyes never leaving the item. He traced every inch of her face, clinging to every detail the little paper would convey. He finally had time to breathe, instead of getting tangled into the rush of saving the day. It was only now that he got to memorize every inch of her face, something he, unfortunately, could not do before leaving the second chance he got at a soulmate.

Suddenly, the sound of his front door unlocking caused Peter’s senses to perk up. The hero immediately listened for more signs of danger. He set the photos on his desk before inching towards the bedroom door. His hands gripped the knob as he heard the sound of a sigh, some things being dropped before footsteps sounded. With determination, Peter stormed out of his room and prepared to attack the stranger.

“Oh my gosh, Peter, you scared me,” the voice yelled right after yelping. The person started soothing their heart by rubbing their hand above where their heart would be. 

Meanwhile, Peter froze in disbelief.

“...Gwen?” his voice broke while calling out to his first love.

“Yeah...who else?” she jested, giving him that familiar grin that he once wished to cherish more often than before. But now, he had the chance to see it again. “Oh my gosh, what happened to you?” she asked upon noticing the dried blood on him, inching closer and putting both her hands on his face. 

“I-I’m not sure,” the boy muttered, lost in the thought of her and what was happening.

“Must be quite a bad guy, huh? For them to be able to do this? I do trust that you kept your promise to be careful though,” Gwen caressed his face, lightly tracing it as if scared that she would hurt him.

“H-how did you get in?” Peter asked, finally realizing that he always locked his front every time he got home.

“...What do you mean?” she asked, looking at him as if he had lost his mind. All that came back at her was a genuinely confused face. “Peter...I have a key?” It was a statement that came out as a question. “I...I live here with you? We’re married?” Again, Gwen was met with no replies. “Babe, this is our home,” she continued.

Home? Why does home sound so wrong? He could not help but wonder as the words spilled out of her mouth.

“Did they hit you that hard? The bad guys? Are you...do you have an amnesia?” Gwen touched his forehead at this. 

“No, I-” he stopped himself, staring at his supposed wife in disbelief. 

How did this happen?

“Don’t worry about me,” Peter finally settled on saying.

“Yeah, well, it’s included in the vows so I can’t really opt out on that. ‘Through sickness and in health’, remember?” Gwen smiled, finally removing her scarf and discarding it on their sofa. “Well, how about I make dinner tonight, you’d like that?” she asked, even though her mind had already settled on the idea. Gwen proceeded to wrap her arms around her husband’s neck, grinning up at him like a kid on Christmas day.

“Yeah, I-I’d like that.”

“Good, now, go shower. You stink,” she confessed, offering him another one of those gorgeous smiles before walking into the kitchen.

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He saw his ring on the sink when he walked into the bathroom.

Marriage was definitely something Peter had wanted his whole life. However, he could not help but be scared at the thought of knowing he was in one right that second. He was already unsettled from the fact that Gwen’s stuff was already in the bedroom when he returned but he was so engulfed in post-battle and thoughts of Y/N that he did not notice.

Y/N.

Peter looked down at his tattoo. It was still identical to the one on the wrist of the girl he had met a day ago. The color was still bright red. Peter could not tell how he should feel about Gwen no longer being his soulmate. Seeing her again right after finally healing that one wound he never thought would stop hurting made it worse. Either way, he has to face this.

Exiting the bedroom, Peter found Gwen swaying to the music playing on their speaker.

“I bumped into one of my old classmates from Oxford and had a quick catch-up. I just can’t believe how long ago it has be-” Gwen immediately let out a chuckle as she heard the next song come on. “It’s our wedding song. Dance with me, Peter, please?” she asked, tugging at his hand.

“Won’t the food burn?”

“It’ll be quick,” she pulled Peter out of the kitchen and into their living room, where her hands found themselves around his neck as the two started swaying to the song that apparently signified so much to them. However, to him, it was the first time Peter heard that song. It hurt him so much to know that he somehow unintentionally missed out the last few years of their relationship. He knew that it was somewhat selfish cause he should feel grateful to have her back, but half of his thoughts were purely about Y/N.

Before he knew it, the song was over. Gwen lifted her head from his chest and looked into his eyes. She inched on her toes and gave him a quick peck on the lips. 

“I love you,” she said after breaking away from the kiss.

“I love you too,” why was it so damn easy for those words to slip out of him.

Maybe this is a sign from the universe. It gave her back to him.

Next thing he knew, Peter was bending over as he groaned. His left hand immediately clung around his wrist, where his tattoo would be. It felt almost numbing, yet the burning sensation made Peter want to collapse on his knees. Without even looking at Gwen, Peter stormed into the bedroom and locked the door.

“Peter? Are you okay?” he heard her from inside the bedroom, but dismissed it as he rolled his sleeves up to look at the source of his pain. 

There it was. His skin was swelling and morphing into something new as the previous red mark blistered and scarred. Peter gasped for air as the pain seemed to amplify while his heart rate tripled. He looked away from the tattoo as he hid his face in the pillow, letting out a muffled scream over the agony.

Then just like that, the pain abruptly stopped and all Peter was left with was a hazing feeling. He weakly lifted his head up in disbelief over the experience. Almost immediately, his eyes landed on the wrist and almost dry chuckled at the situation.

There it was, a red soul mark. Except this one matched with Gwen instead of Y/N. However, he could briefly see a scar underneath that resembled what was his second chance. 

Sitting up, Peter blinked wildly as he tried to comprehend what was happening. He approached the desk and saw the photo booth photo again. The boy picked it up and stared at the item in confusion before hearing Gwen call out again.

“Peter, please let me in. I’m worried about you.”

He turned towards the bedroom door before his eyes took in the sight of what used to be his bedroom. It was now his and Gwen’s bedroom. There were photos of them hung everywhere. His stuff was intertwined with hers. Every little thing here resembled a life that he somehow missed. Everything in this room was what he had always dreamed of. His happy ending was right here, but why does it feel so wrong to have it?

“No...” Peter muttered as he tried to have an internal conversation with himself. A part of him tried to convince his mind that perhaps he deserved this and the hesitation would go away once he settled into this life. After all, this was what he had wished for for so long. 

Maybe it was time to just take things for granted. Perhaps this was life giving him a true second chance. What is to say that he will ever see Y/N again anyway? His heart ached at that, but Peter ignored it as he tried to sway the thoughts away. He looked back at the photo in his hand. 

Maybe...the ‘this feels wrong’ feeling will disappear...if he lets the memories go.

With that, he dropped the photo out of the window, letting the wind take his what-ifs away.

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“Come back in two hours, yeah?” though his voice made the question come out as more of a command than anything. But the girl knew it was all with good intentions, so she nodded and watched as the man closed the magic portal.

Y/N was here on a mission: find Peter Parker - the one that belonged to her, and…possibly stay here and run from Doctor Strange if he tries to take her back to her universe. Though now that she is in his world, she felt almost foolish to come here without a plan to actually find her Peter. So here she was, standing in an alleyway, clueless and lost. Neither does she know how to find him either.

“Life, please give me a sign on where to find him...” she groaned as she muttered to herself. The girl covered her face as she brainstormed on ways to find Peter. That was when something light hit her head, which made her uncover her eyes and look at the object. Her mouth fell agape as she recognized what had landed on her a second ago. Y/N picked up what was metaphorically “a sign” for her, It was the photo she took with Peter in the photo booth. However, the girl scrunched her eyes as she realized this was not her copy, but Peter’s.

Y/N looked up into the sky before averting to the building next to the alleyway. She then saw the light turning on in one of the rooms. In a slight cliche way, a lightbulb almost went off in her head as she deduced the situation. Perhaps Peter lived in this building and left his window open, and somehow the photo fell out and reached her. Even though Y/N knew it was technically illegal, the girl decided to try it anyway. She climbed through the fence and reached the fire escape with slight difficulty. Once there, Y/N made her way up to each window on each floor, peering in slightly to check and hoped that it was Peter’s apartment.

She almost gave up when she reached the fourth window. However, that was when Y/N halted as she peered in. There he was, just like how she remembered him. Except now he was in ordinary clothing that fitted him, instead of his spider-suit or clothes of a Peter Parker from another universe. Blood was no longer on his face, but there were marks indicating that the battle did happen and that he had saved her New York City.

But what struck Y/N was the blonde that was with him. Y/N desperately wanted to believe she was only a friend, but with her hand on his face and the ring on both their left hands’ fourth fingers. Y/N bit her lip as she glanced around his bedroom and saw the photos that hung on the wall. They almost all had the blonde in them. He also looked so happy in all of them. 

He looked in love.

Y/N hands gripped slightly harder on the photo booth’s photos, scrunching it slightly. She held back the tears, but all her self-control broke when she saw his wrist.

His soulmate mark did not match hers.

A sob left her lips as she felt pain jolt through her wrist. Y/N slapped a hand over her mouth as she ducked down from the window, afraid of getting caught.

Peter heard the noise and turned towards the window.

“Probably our neighbor again, she’s always drunk on Friday nights,” Gwen commented, dismissing the noise. Peter kept his glance out the window for a second, his spidey senses signaling something to him but he could not decipher it. Also dismissing the noise, Peter turned back to Gwen and smiled at her.

Meanwhile, Y/N was sitting on the fire escape, her head under the window as she bit into her arm to keep herself from screaming. She leaned against the wall near the window, hiding in the shadow. Tears were free-falling from her eyes as she looked down at her tattoo. The radiating color it once held was slowly slipping away. Another sob almost escaped as she realized that instead of reverting back to black, her soulmate tattoo now had a faded gray color.

The pain slowly subsided, but the numbness remained. Y/N looked at the photo again.

She wondered if he had thought of her at all ever since he came back. She wondered why he never mentioned having a wife and why he would ever cheat on his partner like that. She wondered if he had felt it all like she did, or was it all one-sided and this was once again another false hope situation. Out of bitterness, Y/N ripped the photo in half and discarded it on the metal ground she was sitting on.

He made his choice, so she walked away. Her legs dragged her numb self down the stairs before sliding down a wall in the alleyway to wait for Doctor Strange. 

“Hey, kid,” Doctor Strange called out, scrunching his eyebrows softly as he saw her tear-stained face. Y/N, on the other hand, realized that she was too occupied by her mind to notice that time had passed and the man who had already portaled there.

“...Come on, let’s go home,” he spoke quietly, his voice soft and the most empathetic he could. Doctor Strange knew asking if she was okay would be stupid, and offering sentimental support was not his forte either. In fact, the doctor believed that with his lack of skill in displaying empathy, he might make things worse by accidentally saying something sarcastic and mocking. But either way, he decided to try: “There’s some ice cream at the sanctum...” he muttered, glancing away from the crying girl.

“Thank you, but...just take me home, sir,” Y/N replied, knowing that even though he offered it, the sorcerer was uncomfortable with this kind of situation. Stephen Strange nodded, conjuring a portal with the hand motion that Y/N had seen many times. He stepped through it with ease, but Y/N’s foot felt heavy as she dragged herself closer to the sparkling circle. The girl looked back up at that brightly lit window.

“You coming?” he said softly from the other side of the portal.

Despite her anger at that moment, she knew that if he decided to run after her in the future, she’d still open her arms to him. So if, by chance, it doesn’t work out with Gwen, he’ll always have a chance with Y/N and her world. With that last thought, Y/N stepped through the portal and into her world, saying goodbye to the man that had stolen her heart in less than twenty-four hours.

Granted, her wish came true. She fell in love with no indication from her mark or the concept. And it did prove to her that the concept was genuine. However, it also proved that sometimes soulmates aren’t meant to be, because hers never belonged to her since the beginning.

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BONUS:

In the middle of New York, a girl entered her favorite sandwich shop. “Hi, can I get a meatball sandwich without pickles and extra cheese, please? Thanks, Richard” the girl ordered.

“No problem, Y/N. How was the shift?”

“Super busy...and depressing. I had to slip away to get my mind off today's surgeries. Everything just seems to fall apart today,” Doctor Y/N L/N answered. Surgery after surgery, the girl has worked for over 50 hours without sleeping. Not only that, but the bus accident has left many in critical conditions.

“I’m sorry to hear that. Here, a brownie on the house,”

“Thank you, Richard, I’ll see you soon.”

The girl picked up her sandwich and brownie before heading towards the door. Before she could reach it, her knee gave away. She collapsed on the ground, groaning loudly as she felt an excruciating pain on her wrist, where her soul mark was.

“What’s happening?” she looked down to see her tattoo of a spider with two shorter legs slowly vanishing. 

“Y/N?” the owner called out, coming up from behind her, trying to figure out what was wrong. The doctor, however, only had her eyes on what was happening to her wrist. There it was, a pink scar in the spot where her soulmate tattoo used to be. Without answering the man behind her, Y/N took out her phone and dialed it.

“This is the Palmer-Strange clinic for soulmate care. How may we help you?” a voice answered through the device.

“Get Doctor Christine Palmer on the phone, please.”

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That's it for the series. Thank you for reading!!!!!!

Series Masterlist: Prologue, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Happy Ending, Sad Ending.

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When Fate Intervenes- tasm!Peter Parker x Reader Part 8

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As quickly as the moment began it ended with the ringing of Peter's phone.

He silently cursed the thing because he'd rather have you checking on him to see if he was ok then answer it, even though he was supposed to be checking up on you.

"Parker! What are you doing just sitting around?! Well stay there you're fired!" His boss J. Jonah Jameson berated his ears as soon as he picked up.

Yep. Great talking to you too. J.J.. Peter thought before he saw the look on your face.

"What?" Peter asked, confused but the sad look on your face.

"Did you just get fired because you came to check up on me instead of chasing after Spider-Man?" You questioned him. 

"Oh. Don't worry about it. He fires me at least 5 times a day." Peter joked trying to lighten the mood. "Trust me something will happen and he'll come back offering my job back or acting like he never fired me."

"Parker, that's very toxic. Do you at least make him give you raises for all the grief he's put you through?" You pointedly asked him

"Umm…yeah trying to get J. Jonah Jameson to give out a raise is harder than proving if there's multiple universes." Peter explained before his phone rang again.

"Yes, sir. '' Peter answered and knew he was going to go heh walked all over because he was too nice of a guy.

So you snatched the phone out of his hand.

"Hey!" Peter protested but you ignored him as you took a quick step away from him.

"J.J., y/n here. Listen if you want the best picture of Spider-Man that you've been getting you better give Parker a raise." You warned the man on the other end.

"Y/n? Never heard of you. Alright kid, you have yourself a deal. I'll raise his rate $1 a photo. But just this once." He agreed and hung up.

You smiled and handed Peter back his phone.

"Well Parker, I don't know what your rate was but you're now a $1 a photo richer." You proudly told him. 

And you could feel that warmth inside you again as he gave you a lopsided smile.

"You're incredible." He beamed at you.

"Now you just have to hold up your end of the agreement." You warned him.

"What end? What agreement?" He quickly asked, confused.

"You have to prove there's a multiverse." You teased him. "But until then you'd better go before you get fired again."

Peter almost forgot about the request for more Spider-Man pictures. He'd much rather stay in your small apartment underneath his own. Surrounded by your warmth and teasing manner. Something that was growing on Peter and he could just imagine the conversations the two of you could have if you knew about his Spider-Man alter ego.

No. Peter promised never again. And he meant that. He had to stop thinking like that. Thinking like that is how…

It doesn't matter now. He wasn't going to make that same mistake again. And that's all this was. A mistake.

"Yeah I'd better go." Peter agreed, turning to leave, "glad you're doing ok."

If there were candles lit you would swear this would be the part where they all suddenly blow out. 

The atmosphere in the room suddenly turned so cold and you had no idea why. Maybe you went too far? Was it with talking to his boss? Or maybe he didn't like all the teasing? You could see both of those things being problems but Peter really needed to stick up for himself. Didn't he know his work was worth more than what they were probably paying him? And you knew he was probably joking with the five times a day figure for being fired but something told you the number was close to that. And that thought just didn't sit well with you. Peter deserved more in your eyes and that was just in the short time you got to know him but he was too nice a guy, if that was even a thing. 

At that thought you said your final goodbyes with Peter before shutting the door behind him. Once you had him out of your sights you rushed back over to your laptop. Peter's visit may have actually been of help to you after all.

Peter sighed against y/n's door. Relief hit him when he heard her typing away. He felt the atmosphere get colder the moment he turned away from her too but he had to do it. He was pulling them too close to him. And close to him was where it was dangerous. And he wanted you safe.

After last night he realized part of that but it didn't fully hit him until she didn't turn up for class the next morning. He spent the whole session thinking about why they weren't and each thought was worse than the last.

He made it a point to volunteer to give them their homework and check-in on her. 

He needed to make sure her mental and physical health was ok.

As Peter took the stairs up to his apartment he cursed himself for letting those bruises happen. 

He should have gotten to y/n quicker. 

He vowed to next time if there was a next time 

In the meantime, he vowed to keep her at a safe distance so it wouldn't happen again.

"Ha! Finished!" You triumphantly cheered as you finally finished your paper on Peter. 

You did a quick read through of it to make sure everything looked good before emailing it to your professor. 

"Well, now that that's done I've got the rest of the day to do whatever." You said to yourself.

Taking a look at the clock you realized it was time to eat again.

Has Peter really been here that long? Or did it just take you that long to write that paper?

Time with him seemed to go slower the more you spent with him. And what was with that warm feel you started to get? Were you actually getting sick? Did that robber give you some kind of virus or something?

That's all you needed, a cold. 

You decided you'd better treat yourself to a night out on the town and that you'd grab cold medicine while you were out.

Part 9

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[flightsoffandom]

Hi I was wondering could you do one for the moon boys.

Fem reader is from another universe as spider woman. The comic verse in which a war started by Ultron (what if) had nearly wiped out the entire planet. She and the Moon Knight from her planet were lovers. She learned the ancient magic from Stephen and the books, she isnt as strong but she still trains. The war lasted years, what devasted her was when Moon Knight was taken and tortured alive due to his regenerative abilities that Konshu gave Marc peace after being stuck for years. In the end asked to be his Avatar until the end.

When the war ended because the watcher helped, he had sent her to this universe (MCU) where she had to learn to live again.

It was Jake Lockley who first helped her under the order of the Moon God. Before he began to help her on his own accord. She was traumatized. It isn't until a year later does she begin to be a hero again helping Jake and being Spider Woman again.

As time passed she meets Marc after he had left his wife and they had become close friends. She confided in him the horrors of her past, often she felt like an intruder. Often shed mention the differences in their worlds.

After the death of their mother did she accidentally meet Steven. Not wanting to lie she told him the truth of her identity and other universe saying they were friends in her world before it was destroyed. She was open about holding more secrets she wasn't aloud to tell. She fell in love all over again. He wasn't her Moon Knight, he was his own being a quirky one at that.

After the events of the egyptian ammit, (Y/N) confess her feelings as she will be going to New York to help Peter Parker with his loneliness.

Wether or not they end up together or not is up to you. (Also, the (y/n) from this world had died the night she was supposed to get her powers.)

(Y/N) is a tiny bit jealous of the badass that is Layla. The things she heard about her from him wow. That and she feels like an outsider.

First of all, thank you anon for sending this to me. I was so excited when I saw it. This is my first ever request so I really hope you like it. It will be in multiple parts (6 or 7 perhaps?) I actually finished writing this the day after you sent the request, but I wanted to write some more and then edit it before I put it out. I am really excited about this because it is like putting a puzzle together and I fucking love puzzles. Please, please let me know how you like it. Thank you. <3

Life As You Knew It

Pairs: Marc Spector x Fem!Reader, Steven Grant x Fem!Reader, Jake Lockley x Fem!Reader,

Words: 5667

Summary: Being Spider-Woman was fun. Then you ran into a white-clad superhero and then your life changed.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, dying, main character death (But multiverse so), angst? trauma. POV switches all over the place because I think it helps tell the story. Sexual references but no smut. Not an accurate representation of DID, basing it off the show's depiction.

Notes: Female reader, as per Anon's request, Spider-Woman!Reader. This chapter takes place in the 'What If' Ultron Won verse. Other Chapters will take place in the MCU. As per warnings, POV switches all over the place. Hopefully, they aren't too confusing. Things shown like this ‘Words. Word word.’ are meant to be the boys talking to each other internally.

Life As You Know It - Part 1* - Part 2 - Part 3  - Part 4 - Part 5

You had met Marc by accident, well technically you met Moon Knight by accident. You had been swinging while doing some patrols when you came across a guy in a bright white cape beating the shit out of people. Not in your city. So you dropped, kicking the caped man in the back. The man was pushed forward, and he growled at you. When the caped man spun around, he went to punch you and you sighed, shooting a web at him quickly to attach him to the wall, "Did anyone ever tell you it's not nice to hit a girl?" The man hissed and fought against the webs, so you just shot another one at him to secure him in place.

You bent down and looked at the beaten man on the ground. Even though their faces were horribly disfigured, you recognize them by a tattoo on their necks. Part of a New York gang, and not one of the nicer ones. One of the gangs that did some really fucked up shit. So you webbed them to the ground just in case they had enough energy to run. You look at the man you webbed to the wall who is still struggling in your web. You finally got a better look at his costume. Mostly white, reflective, with crescent moons scattered over it. You tilt your head, "Not very sneaky to be wearing all white. Should go for something like this." You motioned down to your outfit, various shades of purple with a hint of pink and blue. You had based it on the Brazilian pinkbloom tarantula. 

The man fought and growled, "I didn't pick the armor." You hum softly, "You have an outfit designer or something? Are you famous? Should I know you?" The man's white glowing eyes looked at you, "You talk too much." You huff and cross your arms, "Wow. Rude. Well, then it takes five hours for my webs to stop working. So if you're gonna be like that, I will just call the police to pick up these idiots and you can sort it out yourself." The man froze, "Five hours?" You nod very matter-of-factly. He sighs, exhausted and annoyed, "I am Moon Knight." You nod slowly, "That's not bad, I'm just Spider-Woman… Pretty on the nose, right?" You touch your masked nose and laugh. And you swear you saw his completely white eyes roll. You move over to Moon Knight and start removing the webs with your fingers. He watches you, "How did you do that?" You chuckle, "Spiders don't stick to their webs." You ball up the webs and throw them into a nearby trash can, making it in without looking. 

Moon Knight watches you and then you get a call in from your earpiece, a suspected break-in a few blocks away. You turn your back towards the man. He takes this chance to try to hit you. Your spider-sense warns you, though, so you whip around and grab his balled-up fist, stopping it right in place. You glare at him as Moon Knight looks at you in shock. You shake your hand, "I tried to be nice." You grasp his fist tighter and then easily flip him over your head, slamming him back onto the ground. You hear him audibly groan. Your earpiece notifies you again and you hiss, "Shit." You leave Moon Knight on the ground and jump onto the wall, walking up it sideways as you call over your shoulder, "Bye Moon Dude."

  Marc lay on his back, staring at you as you walked away. The two other men in his head wouldn't shut up about you. Steven thought you were hilarious, and he wanted to talk to you. Jake was obsessed with how strong you were and the way the purple fabric of your suit clung to your ass and breasts. Marc just groaned and just laid there, waiting for the suit to heal him while he tried to figure out why his own thoughts wouldn't stop going back to you.

After that, you two kept running into each other over and over. Marc wanted to be annoyed about it. He really did. But he couldn't be annoyed at you. You were talkative and funny and extremely helpful. Khonshu even mentioned on multiple occasions that maybe he should have asked you to be his avatar instead. Your meetings all came to a peek one night when Marc found himself outnumbered. He was about to let Jake out.

You dropped out of nowhere and webbed up all the criminals so they were more manageable. Graceful was the only way Marc could describe you. Moves all seemed to flow together, with no jumbling, no slip-ups. You looked down at Marc, "You alright friend?" He nodded, and you held a hand out for him. He took it and you lifted him to his feet like he weighs nothing. Marc saw Khonshu appear and watched him. You, however, were staring and the giant bird as well. Khonshu tilted his head at you, "You can sense me… How curious." You laugh as you stare at him, "Look at the giant chicken." Marc stops, shocked, "You can actually see him?" You look back at Marc and nod, "Yeah, he's got moons on him like you do. He the one who made you look like a walking target?" Marc chuckles and nods. 

Khonshu growls at you, a monstrous sound, "Be mindful puny bug. I am the god of the moon." You tilt your head, "I'm not a bug? Shouldn't a god know that?" Khonshu slams his scepter down on the ground, "All humans are bugs to the likes of me." You laugh, webbing yourself up to stand, perfectly balanced on the top of his scepter, "Actually, you're wrong." Khonshu tries to shake you off his staff, but your spider grip keeps you right in place. You laugh again, "I'm an arachnid, you silly skeletal chicken. Arachnids are not insects and thus are not bugs."

  Khonshu was rather annoyed with you at this point, tempted to kill you, but he knew he couldn't. You have done no wrong. You have even protected his avatar on multiple occasions. So he conceded, "Alright little arachnid, away with you." You giggle and do a backflip off his scepter, landing perfectly on your feet, "And who says you can't teach an old god new tricks?"

  Marc can't stop himself from laughing at this, much to Khonshu's annoyance. Steven wanted out. He wanted to laugh and joke with you, so he put himself into a nearby reflective street sign to try to convince Marc to switch, ‘Marc, please. I think it's time. We can even show her Jake too, so it's all out in the open.’ When Marc looked to where Steven stood, he shook his head. But before he could respond to Steven, he noticed you. The eyes on your suit were trained on where Steven's reflection was at. The white fabric of your eyes kept twitching, and you even went to rub them out with your hands. 

Marc stopped, "What's wrong?" You laugh it off, waving him off, "It's nothing. Sometimes I see weird things. Think it's just my spider-sense acting up." You kept rubbing your eyes, unable to get Steven's reflection out of your head. So despite what Marc had said moments ago, he decided to reveal it to you, "He is there. You're not seeing things." You look at Marc now, eyes wide and confused, "What? But that man is different from you. He looks like you, sure… But he isn't you. I have seen him before sometimes when we are fighting… And another one… But it's just because I'm tired. I mean, their mouths move, but I can't hear them. So it's just in my head." You rub your eyes again. 

Marc takes a step toward you, "He is real. That's Steven, and the other one you're referring to is Jake." You stop rubbing your eyes and look at him, "Then who are you?" And Marc conceded, "I am Marc Spector." You gasp, realizing that he just gave away his secret identity. Marc knew what he was doing, but it was a risk he was willing to take. Marc didn't expect you to respond the way you did. You rip off your mask, sticking it to your hip so you don't lose it. Revealing your face to him, something Marc hadn't done for you. 

Marc stared at your beautiful face, hair all tangled from being trapped in a mask for hours. Your features were better than he had imagined them. Steven and Jake had to agree as well. You stepped closer to them, "So… You have two other people living inside you." Marc nods slowly, unsure of your reaction. You then break out into the most amazing smile he has ever seen, "You're a three for one special? How exciting!" You looked genuinely excited, not scared of Marc or mad at him. You didn't even look at him like he was broken, you looked at him like he was special, unique in your eyes. Marc's heart started thudding in his chest, and before he could do something he would regret, he let Steven take over.

Steven popped out, the Moon Knight outfit being switched out for his Mr. Knight suit. Your eyes got wider, "You all have different suits?" You practically squealed. Steven got all doe-eyed and blushy under his mask, "Hiya." He waved shyly at you. He had been listening to your fun banter for months, thinking of comebacks or other funny things to add, but now he was tongue-tied. You clapped your hands, "You have different suits, so do you have different superhero names?" Steven gave a small nod, "Sortof. I'm Mr. Knight. Marc and Jake are Moon Knight." You tapped a finger on your chin, "We will have to fix that. What's Jake's costume look like?" Steven willingly gave up control to Jake, knowing deep down he would have more time with you later.

Jake came out, Mr. Knight's suit being switched out for his. It was similar to Marc's, but it had more black on his body, better for blending into the shadows. Jake put his hands out to the side, showing himself off. You hum sweetly, "Moon Pie?" Jake groans loudly, "Like the food? No." You huff and cross your arms, going back to thinking. You pace back and forth and Jake can't help but stare at your ass in your suit. You try out another, "Mr. Moon?" Before Jake can respond, you shake your head, "Nope… Not that one." You pace again and then exclaim, "Moon Boss? That's it. That's my final offer." Jake lets a deep laugh come out of his chest, "Alright. I'll take that one. Daddy Long Legs." Jake teases you. You try to look mad, but you can't hold it. You burst out laughing happily, crinkling your eyes in such an exquisite fashion, "I love it." Jake smirks under his mask, "Alright legs, Marc wants back out now." You smile and wave at Jake as he gives the body back to Marc.

Marc comes back out, seeing you still smiling at him. Your smile falters a bit, "Does it hurt?" Marc shakes his head, "Not usually. It used to before we got along. Sometimes still does if it's forced." You nod softly, "Sorry if I… You know… Caused them to come out and hurt you." You look a bit nervous. Your smiley, radiant look from earlier has gone, and Marc wants it back. So he shakes his head again, "Not at all. They wanted to meet you for a long time. So we all agreed on the switch." You nod slowly and then smile again, "Steven and Jake wanted to meet me?" You pointed at yourself, completely baffled that anyone would want to meet you. Marc nods eagerly, "Yeah, they wouldn't shut up about you since the first time we met. I couldn't stop thinking about you, either." Marc stops, realizing what he just admitted. 

Marc was never this open. Why was he being this open with you right now? You chuckle, "Liked it when I laid you out then? You into that kind of thing?" You tease him, smiling slyly. And Marc does something surprising, even to himself. He wills his mask down, revealing his face to you, "Maybe a little." He teases back. You stop, mouth opens slightly as you stare at his face. And then the words fall from your lips, "God, you're fucking hot." And just like that, Marc finds himself pushing you back against a wall, kissing you hard and rough. You kiss him back, grabbing at his suit. You pull away and Marc wonders if maybe he was moving too fast. For the first time in a long time, Marc second-guessed himself. Then he saw your cocky smile, "My name is, [Y/N]." Then Marc sees it, the playful twinkle in your lust-filled eyes as you add, "Wanted you to know so you can moan it out for me in a few minutes." And with that, he presses his body back against you. Your lives become connected from that night on.

The four of you were happy for years. Living life together was amazing. You dated like a non-superhero couple. Marc took you out on dates often, anywhere he could. Dinner, dancing, and movies. Steven always took you to museums which you love. You both made jokes about the displays and he would tell you everything he knew about the items and history. Jake liked just walking around town with you, stumbling onto someplace fun like a bar or a carnival. After officially dating for a year or so, you even modified your suit. Putting three pearl white crescent moons along your collar, one for each of them. You did also add a white hood that matched Moon Knight's, but you pretended it was something you had been thinking about before you met them. It was a lie. They didn't believe you, but they still loved it. It was happy, it was fun. You all fought crime together. You helped them protect the travels of the night. You even think Khonshu started taking a liking to you. It was your version of perfection. Your version of a happy life.

That was until the day everything went downhill. You were laying back on the couch, your legs draped over Marc's lap. He was playfully running his fingers up and down your thighs, making you giggle. And then you felt it. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up almost painfully. You jumped off the couch, "Summon the suit." You looked around, not sure what was wrong, but your instincts were ablaze, burning you into a hyper-focused state. Marc looked a bit confused, but he listened to you, the suit wrapping around him. Covering him in healing armor. You kept looking around, "Call Khonshu… Something is very wrong." Marc nodded and called to the god. You grabbed your suit and started putting it on. Khonshu appeared, "Something is amiss with this world." His tone was low and ominous. It made you feel worse. 

You looked up at the god, "Protect us, please. I don't know what's happening." You weren't normally so formal with the god. Luckily, Khonshu put a protective bubble over you both. You wrapped your arms around your head and closed your eyes tight. Tring to focus, trying to figure out what is going on. Your spider-sense isn't always as helpful as it sounded. It just told you something was about to happen but didn't always tell you what the thing was. Marc came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you in an attempt to comfort you. You sank into him, still scrambling to find out what was wrong. Then it hit you, "Oh no." And with that, an explosion went off. All the missiles around the world seemed to go off all at once. Khonshu's bubble kept you and your boys safe, but when the explosions stopped. You and Marc were left standing in a crater of what used to be your apartment.

You all had known about the Avengers. Hell, you were friends with a fair amount of them. Tony even gave you some new toys to fight crime with when he invented them. But you and the Moon Boys never bothered with them because they had everything under control. Keyword, HAD. They were dead, Ultron had taken over. Bombed the world and left whatever survivors scrambling to try to fix things. Khonshu gave you, Marc, Steven, and Jake the command of taking care of Ultron, and the four of you eagerly accepted, ready to fix this mess.

Years passed as you ran and fought and clawed for something, anything, that would correct the path that this world was put on. But nothing, all leads turned to dead ends. Most hints of human life, gone. You had run into Nat and Clint at one point, but being in a group that large made you too big of a target for the bots, so you stayed away from each other mostly.

Jake called out to you, "Hey legs, you alright?" You panted loudly and gave him a nod. You had both been running for hours. After the missiles, there weren't a lot of buildings for you to web to and swing from, and then, after years, the ones that were still partially standing started to crumble from the elements. The Ultron-bots were relentless. Jake looked at you, knowing you were lying. He expanded his cape and started to fly. You knew what he was doing. You both had done it before in fights. You shot a web up at Jake and it didn't stick like it normally did. He grabbed the strand, wrapping it around his hand tightly. And with that, Jake flew off, carrying you away from the evil robots for the moment. You caught your breath while he carried you away, "Thanks, Boss." Jake let out a soft chuckle, "Any time, legs." Flying you both off.

Jake landed you both somewhere safe for now. You immediately laid down on the dusty concrete. You would feel Jake's eyes on you. You looked at him and gave him a thumbs-up before your hand thumped onto the ground. You heard Jake leave the room. He tried to get out of your earshot but with super senses that would never happen.

  Jake cleaned off the reflective surfaces he could find. Wanting to have a meeting with Marc and Steven. The two other men appeared and Jake sighed, "We can't keep going like this… She is…" Jake stops, not wanting to say the rest out loud. Steven nods slowly, 'She is exhausted. I can't be the only one who has noticed she is slowing down.' Marc sighs, 'Well, no food and water will do that to a person. She can't keep up.' Jake nods along with the other two, "Her webs are failing." Jake shows his two reflections the web you shot earlier, easily falling out of his hand. Not a single strand of it stuck to him, "This was only maybe an hour ago." Both reflections freeze, watching as your once supernaturally strong web flutters to the ground. Marc put his head in his hand. Steven speaks up, 'If we can get her enough food and water that should help right? Yeah.' He answered his own question before mumbling, 'She will be good as new… She has to be…' 

All three men were in a state of extreme panicking. The only difference was how they showed it. Steven wrung his hands in his reflection, going over every possible way to make you better. Marc was bordering on a panic attack, blaming himself even though there was literally no way this was even remotely his fault. Jake wanted to fight something, fight anything, so he punched the already crumbling wall. He froze when he heard your voice, "Did anyone ever tell you it's rude to talk about people behind their back?" You gave a weak laugh, still their silly talkative mess of a woman, even with the world burning around you. Jake had to give up control and Marc wasn't ready to front either, so it fell to Steven.

Steven came out. Moon Boss's, as you still lovingly called him, suit changing into Mr. Knight's. You smiled sweetly at him, "What's wrong?" None of the four of you bothered with masks anymore. What was the point when everyone was dead? Steven could see the exhaustion on your face, the way your eyes had ever-darkening circles under them, your cheeks sinking in. But you still smiled. Smiled for them. Steven shook his head, "Nothing love… Nothing at all." He lied. He was a terrible liar. Why had Jake and Marc made him front for this? You chuckled and shook your head, "You're a poor liar, Grant." Steven nods all too quickly. You gently grab his hand, "Dance with me."

Steven took your hands in his, "Marc and Jake are much better dancers than I am." You lean up and kiss him. Steven kissed you back. His kisses were always soft, but they were even softer this time because he was afraid of hurting you. You swayed with him, "I want to dance with you right now." Steven swayed with you, watching your beautiful face. He loved you, Marc loved you, Jake loved you. The entire system loved you so much. He wanted to tell you, wanted to say it out loud again, like all of them had done hundreds of times. But before he could, your body tensed, and the hair on the back of your neck stood up. Then Steven saw something new that never happened when your spider-sense kicked in before your nose started to bleed. 

  You looked around, trying to figure out what your sense was telling you. But it was harder to understand than ever before. Being hungry, dehydrated, and tired made it so much harder to follow. You didn't care about the blood running down your face, but Steven did. He tried to brush it away. It didn't stop. Steven was so distracted by you that he didn't notice when a portal opened behind him. Ultron stepped out and snatched him, "I would like to summon your god." Ultron glares down at Steven. You went to fight the giant metal man, but he had all the Infinity Stones now. You were no match even at your strongest and you were nowhere near your strongest. 

Ultron grabbed you with the power of one stone, flinging you back against the wall. You saw as Marc quickly came to the front, suit changing to his Moon Knight one, "Leave her out of this. Take me and let her live." Ultron scoffed, "Me killing her now would have been a mercy. She will rot away soon." Ultron stepped back through the portal he created. You summoned all your remaining strength and shot a web out to Marc, trying to grab him back. Your web, however, fell flat, not even making it to him, and then it blew away, not sticking to anything. You started to cry desperately and in pain. Ultron laughed at your struggle, "How pathetic." Marc met your eyes, "It's okay. We will be okay, [Y/N]" And with that, Ultron closed the portal.

You sat there in a heap, weeping until your tears turned to blood. No more water left in your body to cry. You kept crying, unable to stop yourself and unable to do anything else with how weak you were. Until you eventually collapsed on the floor, falling unconscious.

When you woke up, you only felt a fraction better. You blinked the blood out of your eyes and looked around. Khonshu sat over to the side, waiting for you to awaken. You jumped up, falling again because you still didn't have any of your strength back. Khonshu watched you, "Careful little arachnid. My healing may have helped you not die, but I can not do much else when you are not my Avatar." You growl and scream, "Then make me your fucking avatar… I have to save them." Khonshu shook his head, "That will kill them. My suit is the only thing keeping them alive right now." You stand up on unstable legs, "Then take me to them. Let me kill that metal bastard." Your body is shaky, but you didn't care. You wanted them back. 

Khonshu shook his head at you again, "Then you would die, little spider. And that would kill them in return." You cry again, sadness and anger mixing in your blood, "Then what the fuck is the point of being a god?" You spat out at him through tears. Khonshu stood up, towering over you, "Something much bigger than me is pulling the strings." You glare up at him, "Then why revive me at all… What is the point if I can't do anything to stop this?" Khonshu holds out his hand for you, "There is still one last hope, one last chance." You reluctantly take his hand. And with that, your world spins and swirls around you. When it stops, you end up falling to the ground, unable to hold yourself up. Khonshu points with his scepter, "He can offer you a chance." 

You wipe your face, and you follow to where he pointed, seeing a man in a cloak. Dr. Strange, but he was long dead in this world. Khonshu looks down at you yet again, "He is not of your world. But he may be able to help. To teach you something." You nod, struggling to get back on your feet. Khonshu surprisingly helps you up, "Keep in mind, though, little arachnid. This world is already quite lost. If you do not succeed, it is not your fault." You scoff at that and then Khonshu disappears. 

You trudge up to Dr. Strange when he turns around he looks different, almost evil. He looks you up and down, "You're new." You nod softly, "You're not from this world, right? But if you're anything like the Strange of this world. You know magic. I need you to teach me." Dr. Strange looks you over, the shadows of monsters dancing behind him, "Alright. We have little time. The Watcher is already assembling people to try and fix this world." You didn't care who The Watcher was at the moment or who he was assembling. You only cared about the loves of your life and getting them back, because lord knows what Ultron was doing to them.

Dr. Strange taught you, in the limited time he had. You weren't amazing at it, but as Strange put it, "You're learning quickly for someone who is dying." And you were dying, slowly. The exhaustion, starvation, dehydration, and heartbreak were all coming down around you. More often than not, you could open a portal with a sling ring but couldn't keep it open because you started coughing up blood. Dr. Strange's snake-like eyes took pity on you, but you made him keep teaching you so you could learn as much as possible. You had to get your boys back. You had to.

When The Watcher had placed everyone here for the saving the world plan, you took your leave to use this chance to find Marc, Steven, and Jake. You weren't a part of the plan, so you weren't fucking up anything they were trying to do by leaving. Dr. Strange had told you where you needed to go to find them. And as one last favor, Strange opened a portal for you to send you to your Moon Knights. You had a sling ring to get back when you had them.

Stepping into the room, you already smelled blood. Though you weren't sure if it was from the room or yourself. You kept moving, ignoring the ache in your bones and the hairs standing up on the back of your neck. You made your way through slowly, rooms full of discarded robotic puppets Ultron had no use for anymore. You kept pushing yourself. Just a bit further and you could see them again.

When you found the room, your whole body wanted to crumble, you wanted to collapse. Part of you knew what you were about to see and then another part of you didn't want to believe it. It's what your sense was trying to warn you about, but you ignored it. You saw Marc laying motionless in some kind of scientific-looking monstrosity. You inched closer, and the smell of blood became nauseating. Moon Knight's once pearlescent suit was now stained with various shades of red and brown. Blood in various stages of drying. Ultron had tried to extract Khonshu from them. Like the god would have been inside him. You started crying because you knew. 

You knew. But that didn't stop you from grabbing Marc's hand, pulling it to you and feeling it was still warm. That he hadn't been dead long. Maybe they would come back. They still had the suit on, after all, it should heal them. So you did the only thing you wanted to do. You climbed up onto the dissection table and tangled your fingers into their messy curls that were matted with blood. You curled into Marc's body, closing your eyes as you waited. Their blood soaking into your suit, soaking into your skin as you lay there. You stayed there until you felt his body go cold and even then you still refused to move.

At some point, even through your tears, you felt Khonshu appear in the room. You still couldn't bring yourself to move. Khonshu loomed over you, "It was not your fault, little spider." You choke out, "They will come back. They are still wearing your suit. You will heal them as long as they are in the suit." You close your eyes tighter, clinging tighter to Marc. But you feel the wind when Khonshu shakes his head, "This can not be undone… Those stones are too much for even a god to bring someone back from." You refuse to listen, refuse to believe him. He was a god, after all. It shouldn't matter the cause, Khonshu should be able to fix it. 

  Khonshu watched over you for a long time, not sure what would comfort the spider that got herself tangled up in his mission to protect the travelers of the night. He finally spoke, "They fought till the end. They wanted to remain my avatar." He just heard you cry harder. One of his bandaged hands covered you. You flinched away, pulling yourself closer to the corpse of your lover. Khonshu felt it, he felt your pain. Here you were, slowly wasting away, and you didn't care. You loved his three avatars so much you were willing to die right beside them. Khonshu had felt pain before. It wasn't new to him over his thousands of years on this plane. But this kind of pain, this kind of heartbreak, was new to him. The human emotion of it was almost overwhelming for him and yet there you lay, a tiny little human bearing it all by yourself. If this world wasn't so already broken, then he just might have taken advantage of your grief to make you his next avatar. But this world was doomed. Meant to end and Khonshu along with it. Khonshu could do one last thing for you, could pull one last string to give you a chance to start anew. So Khonshu left you be, for now.

Khonshu appeared before The Watcher, "I ask you, move one last soul from this world before it comes to an end." The Watcher looked down at the god, "I have already broken every rule I was meant to follow. You would have me break more?" Khonshu nods, waving his scepter to show a visual of you, "One last rule. Give her a chance in another universe where she could have a life again." The Watcher observed as you sobbed and clung to a man who was long gone. The Watcher sighed, "I will find her a place." Khonshu nods and then disappears, going back to you. He quietly waved his scepter over you, marking you so that the Khonshu in your new world would know that you were worth protecting. Then he plucked you up and sent you to The Watcher with another wave of his cane.

You dropped unexpectedly in front of the large-headed being. You clasp around on the ground for where Marc went. You scream loudly until your throat hurts, "What have you done?" The world looked like a mosaic here, making you dizzy. The Watcher peers down at you, "I am here to give you another chance at life." You growl, slamming your fists on the ground, "I don't want another life. I want my life. My perfect life before Ultron destroyed everything. I want my boyfriend's back." The Watcher nods, "I know… But the best I can do is send you to a universe where you died. Marc, Steven, and Jake are still there, but they don't know who you are. But you will be able to start anew." You collapse in on yourself, "What if I don't want to start 'anew'?" The Watcher shrugs, "I only offer a chance. What you do with it is up to you." And just like that, a door opened itself in front of you. Leading to what looked like an alleyway in New York. You didn't move. You weren't sure you could have even if you wanted to. And you definitely weren't sure you wanted to. But The Watcher had other plans. He pushed you through the door and suddenly you fell into a new universe, covered in your lover's blood and dying. Overwhelmed by everything, you fell unconscious.

Life As You Know It - Part 1* - Part 2 - Part 3  - Part 4 - Part 5

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[milimeters-morales]

chapter 6 of my transfem miles fic :3

Chap 1 / Chap 2 / Chap 3 / Chap 4 / Chap 5

Wordcount: 4k+

Warnings: None! But a non-binary character does talk about getting jumped!

CONFESSION PLAN:

Tell Peter and twin

Survive

???

Profit

(Note: If dead, warn Ganke through haunting)

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Miles doesn’t plan on fighting while he’s out, and he honestly doesn’t even need it if he does, but he changes into his now-dried suit and a jacket anyway before opening a portal to Peter’s dimension.His parents, sound asleep in their bed after dinner, won’t even realize he left. He folds his paper and tucks it away in his pocket, lightly slapping the sides of his face as he’s shot through the portal and into a water tower. 

Groaning in annoyance, he stands up, taking a good look around. Peter’s dimension is only half an hour ahead of his own, so the man should still be out. Unless he’s watching Mayday tonight? 

“I’ll just go check his house,” he mumbles, rubbing his face. He doesn’t want to wake Mrs. Watson at all, much less Mayday if they just got her to sleep, but he’s on a time crunch. He needs to get this done before 12, or else that would be breaking his promise, even if Ganke didn’t actually have to know if he gets it done around two… which was shamefully tempting. 

But he could do this. His anxiety was just making him fear every possible bad outcome, and didn’t even allow room for any possibly good outcome, or even consider the long term effects of being honest despite the bad outcomes. He knows this, he’s a really emotionally intelligent guy, or whatever.

Honestly, though? That means jack when he’s still not brave enough to actually confront those emotions. That changes tonight, for sure. He can do this!

He camouflages as he’s swinging, landing in the family’s front yard with a quiet thump. Gross, the grass is wet.

Crawling to the windows, he tries to find any lights already on, sighing when it’s all dark in the house. The blinds are closed on all of them too, so he can’t see inside. Putting his ear to several points on the walls only reveals two heartbeats calm and steady with sleep. 

So Peter is still out, then. He can’t just wait here until the man shows up, who knows when that would be?  

Crawling onto the roof, he sits and frustratedly rubs at his face. Bringing his knees up to his chest, he tries to make a more detailed plan. Peter’s currently not at his house and there’s no way of telling when he’d be back, and Miles can’t search all of Queens in under… an hour, he needs an hour for Peter and G., even with his spider-sense guiding him to where the man could be if he got in range. 

“So… okay, wait, I can call him,” Miles mumbles. If Peter doesn’t answer, he could go to Earth-42 and try his luck there, his alternate self definitely wasn’t going to be asleep… but it would be even harder to find the other boy since there’s not even a spider-sense to help guide him…

Peter picks up on the second ring, sounding out of breath. “Hey bud! Kind of busy right now! Can it be quick?”

Miles can be quick. Rip the bandaid off, for real this time.

“Peter, I have something super-- EXTREMELY important to tell you.”

“How important are we talking? Scale of one to ten, oh darn--” Peter’s cut off by mad cackling that Miles doesn’t recognize, must be a villain losing it. He hears Peter coughing and his heart speeding up.

“Do you need help?” Miles asks him, standing up, grimacing at the realization the roof was wet too. Double gross.

“No buddy, all good here! Aaalll good, c’mon, what were you saying?”

You’ve already told him once before, you can do it again. He’s already promised to not tell.

Miles inhales deeply, pushing past the giant wave of terror-- okay, no, he’s not going to lie. He’s still terrified, and those rocks in his stomach are trying to burn a hole through his stomach and spill his innards all over this roof tile. Triple gross. 

Confessing better get them out, Miles doesn’t even know what he’d do if he had to carry their weight and shame with him any longer.

“Buddy? You good?”

But what if it’s all for nothing? What if this honesty doesn’t get rid of any of his fears, what if this only makes them worse if it goes poorly?

Miles exhales, letting the coming waves hit him full force, saltwater filling his lungs.

“Miles--”

“I’m gay.”

It burns. Horribly. He knew it, he knew it all along, and he still confessed.

“Whu-- Yeah, I knew that already, remember?”

The rocks seem to gain sharp edges out of nowhere, making him sit back down and try to catch his breath. There’s too much on his body, and the water is still on the roof, and it’s all so gross. He’s gross. Admitting being gay didn’t help at all, all it did was give Peter confirmation, it gave him reason to hate him. 

“Your heartbeat is all fast, is everything alright?”

He could be on his way to beat us to death , a voice whispers in his head, you know what happens to boys like us.

Please, just stop , Miles begs the voice, tears escaping and freely flowing down his cheeks.

“Miles, where are you? Are you at home? I hear crickets-- are you outside?”

What a brave-hearted hero, risking it all , the voice whispers, trying to smother his actual voice of reason, you’re going to get Ganke killed.

“Stop, he wouldn’t…” Miles breathes out, digging his nails into his leg. He has to focus.

“Kid, please tell me where you are.” Peter tells him, a hint of urgency in his tone.

Look, he still cares, Miles thinks, he doesn’t hate me. I didn’t ruin anything! Nothing bad happened!

With pain in his leg clearing the fog of anxiety that was beginning to overtake his mind, Miles takes another deep breath in and exhales loudly.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m… I’m on your roof right now,” he tells him, coughing harshly into his elbow at the end.

“The roof?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright buddy, how about you stand on the porch instead? Much more stable than the roof, trust me. My ankle last month can attest to that.”

Miles chuckles wetly, and wipes at his face. “Yeah, okay. You, um, you’re not like… mad at me or anything…?”

“No, buddy, I’m not mad. I told you I knew already, remember? You accidentally told me.”

Miles jumps off the roof and lands safely on the grass, dropping his camouflage and waiting by the front door. He could get away with the cosplay excuse if some random person is nearby and curious enough, hopefully. “I know, I just… I had to tell somebody, and I thought telling you on purpose would make me feel better.”

“Well, did it?” Peter asks him. 

Miles thinks of the horrible possibilities his brain was pushing to the forefront of his mind. He thinks of how the rocks in his stomach are waiting for the man to show up and lash out after luring him into a false sense of security. He thinks about the stinging pain in his leg, all to just focus on not drowning in his fears that even he knows are too much and too unrealistic.

“Nah,” he answers, taking in a shaky breath.

“Well… that’s okay, bud. I was scared too.”

“What? Scared of what?” Miles asks, turning around when he hears a familiar heartbeat come closer.

Peter lands softly on the grass and ushers Miles inside.

“It sounded like you were about to confess to a murder, or something,” the man chuckles as he locks the door behind him. “Or… y’know,” Peter makes a weird motion, pointing up then down, so Miles very much doesn’t know.

“Oh,” Miles says, taking a look around the dark living room. “I can’t stay, Peter. I have to go to G. next.”

“You seem really shaken up, are you sure?” Peter asks him. “Are you gonna come out to him too?”

Miles nods wordlessly, and rubs at his face. “Hopefully. He was actually the one I was supposed to tell, so you’re like… practice, kind of.”

Really awful practice.

Something in Peter’s stance and gaze hardens, and every voice Miles was holding at bay started to howl out the very anxiety that created them. This is it , they cry, we told you!

“Miles,” the man begins, and Miles finds himself agreeing with those voices at the steely tone he hears, “when you say ‘supposed to’, is someone making you do this?”

And that’s… a complicated question. One he certainly wasn’t expecting.

“Is that what you’re worried about?” he asks, forcing his shoulders to relax. It doesn’t work, they hike back up the tiniest bit.

Peter sits down at the small dining room table, folding his hands on it in front of him. “Yeah bud, you shouldn’t feel forced to come out to people. If someone’s making you do that--”

Miles stops him right there. “No no no, you’re making it sound really bad. He’s not doing that, I’m just not being… a really great guy right now. Ganke doesn’t like-- he’s actually never liked us being a secret. So, we agreed that I’ll tell G., but I couldn’t… so I’m telling you, so I can say I told someone, and maybe be prepared.”

Peter stares at him, lips pressed into a thin line. “You feel prepared?”

Miles lets out a humorless laugh, “No, no.”

Peter continues staring at him, and Miles briefly glances down to see that he camouflaged again without even noticing. 

“I really gotta go,” he mumbles, making his way towards the front door. 

“Wait, kid, why not just take a few minutes to calm down? Sit on the c-- actually, sit at the table, don’t get my cushions wet,” Peter walks over and gently places a hand on his shoulder, guiding him to a chair. “So, why didn’t this help?”

Miles shrugs, “Iunno.” He supposes it should’ve shown him that nothing bad was likely to happen, but… he knew that. It just didn’t convince all of his brain, apparently. “Hey, we can talk later, I have to get this done tonight.”

“You have a time crunch too? Miles, this doesn’t sound--”

Miles doesn’t really have time for what it sounds like. He knows what it is, what the possible outcomes are if he fails, and… it’s all… none of it makes sense. It clashes, it mixes, it contradicts, it supports each other and the rocks in his stomach. He now knows, with Peter’s reaction, the worst possible outcomes that are at the forefront of his mind aren’t likely, but he can’t do anything about the “what if” that hangs heavy on his shoulders.

What if , a voice speaks up, he’s stalling? What if he’s pretending?

He isn’t, stop it , Miles scowls, and hopes Peter doesn’t think it’s directed at him. Well, it’s not even like he can see Miles, so why was he even worried about that? 

Why was he worried about any of this? He should be worried about Ganke feeling hurt by still being hidden from his boyfriend’s family and closest friends, not what Peter, some middle-aged man with an entire life and family of his own, thinks. He should be worried about Ganke feeling like their relationship can’t work anymore, and leaving him for some Barbara who probably exists. 

“Kid, are you… angry? You’re buzzing a bit louder than usual,” Peter’s voice from behind asks him.

“Dunno,” Miles mumbles, stepping outside and opening a portal. Peter, fortunately, doesn’t follow.

____

Being on Earth-42 is infinitely more calming than being on Earth-1610B, but somehow also just as stressful. 

Miles checks his watch. Forty minutes until 12, but he can work with that. G. is himself, so he’s bound to be painfully aware of the time while he’s out as the Prowler. He’ll understand the urgency for sure.

“Speak of the devil,” Miles mutters when he sees a brief flash of magenta out of the corner of his eye, followed by a rapidly approaching heartbeat. 

“We have to stop meeting like this,” G. says with an exaggerated shrug after he lands quietly in front of Miles..

“That joke doesn’t work here,” Miles mumbles.

“Yes it does--”

“Remember that thing I was gonna tell you? On the roof?”

“The thing you didn’t tell me? After freaking out about Barbara?”

Miles frowns angrily at the reminder. “Yes. Listen, it’s really important.” He takes a deep breath, feeling a shiver go through his shoulders and down his spine, and blurts it out, painful as ever. “I’m gay and dating our roommate.”

“Your roommate,” G. corrects, sharp white eyelights widening slightly, and he places his hands on his hips in a way that’s almost scarily reminiscent of their mom. “Is that seriously all you wanted to tell me?”

Miles stares at him, trying to stop the waterworks before they begin and calm the panic that’s rapidly climbing. It’s probably working. The voices that like to talk about how he’s made a huge mistake and won’t wake up tomorrow are strangely quiet, maybe it’s because he’s basically talking to himself?

“Hey,” G. says, sighing, “look, I really don’t care. Good on you. Go home now, you look like you’re about to faint.” 

“I don’t get it,” Miles mumbles.

“What’s new,” G. shrugs.

“Shut up.” The playful jab is like poking a hole in a tire, and Miles can feel a tiny part of his mind clearing. “I meant that I expected… worse. Y’know… yelling. Running away. Fighting.”

G. shakes his head and his eyelights flatten into a line as he waves a hand around in the air, looking for the words he wanted to use. “I know. I honestly expected worse too. I’m-- wait, you don’t want me to tell anybody, right?” 

The weight that was slowly lifting from his shoulders slams back down, forcing a breath out.

“Taking that as a no,” G. says, “take a few breaths. Think logically about this, man.” G. takes a few steps closer until he’s an arm’s length away. “You could probably beat me in a fight if this went wrong. And if I was the type, I wouldn’t gain anything from telling people that you, a guy who shares my name and appearance, is gay. That would be pretty strange and useless, right? Pretty stupid?”

Miles nods once and swallows hard. His legs are slowly trying to camouflage in messy patches, he notices.

“Don’t go all Swiss cheese on me,” G. chuckles, placing a clawed hand on his shoulder. “I know that just saying ‘I accept you’ isn’t gonna convince you.”

Miles nods again, slowly relaxing his shoulders and resisting the urge to bite at something. That’s one of the things he likes about G., having basically a copy of yourself to comfort you means that they know exactly how you’re thinking, and what would and probably wouldn’t work with way more certainty than anybody else. 

“But… why do you think I’m not really surprised?” G. asks, tapping his temple. “Think about it. But don’t hurt yourself.”

Miles’s eyes widen, knowing his lenses are taking up most of his face at this point. 

No way.

There’s-- there’s--

“No way,” he breathes out, feeling a sort of warm, pleasant feeling spread through the top half of his body. His hands slowly stop shaking, and he doesn’t feel like the ground is about to collapse under him. “No way!”

G.’s eyelights squint, and Miles hopes he’s smiling. 

“But…” Miles remembers G.’s words from earlier, “what about Barbara? You said you liked her?”

The other boy removes his hand, taking a step back and looking around, “Yeah, but y’know how it is. Sometimes you like girls, sometimes you like guys.”

“So you’re… bi?”

“No? I’m-- we’re gay, but sometimes you see a woman and she’s… y’know,” G. elaborates. 

Nodding rapidly, the rush of being understood in a way most people would never be able to experience like this flowing through his veins, Miles agrees with a shaky smile. “Yeah, I mean… there’s this-- you remember how it felt meeting Margo, right?”

G. puts his hands on his hips and tilts his head to the sky.

“Right!” Borderline-hysterical laughter coming from Miles shocks them both. “Sorry, I just-- I thought this was gonna go so horribly, I’m just so-- super excited!”

G. nods his head and fidgets with a strap on his jacket, and man, he’s moving around a lot more than usual. Does he have somewhere to be? Probably. Maybe his mom is gonna go to work soon? Those are weird hours though, maybe his Aaron needs something?

“Sorry, again, I’ll just,” Miles holds up his watch with a wide smile, “I’ll let you go.”

“Right, right. Be easy, man.” With that, G. runs past, leaping onto the side of a building and darting up to disappear over the top, leaving a faint pink light trail behind him.

Miles tries to school his expression, but his mouth refuses to drop the smile no matter how hard he tries. His limbs have a sort of lightness to him, and feels like he can run a marathon. Scratch that, several marathons. The electricity in his legs is practically howling at him to start running until he collapses, all out of joy and without the expected crowd of voices telling him how badly he fucked up.

He doesn’t think he’s ever felt so good in his life!

Making sure nobody was secretly watching him, Miles shakes his hands at his sides, running in place. He then kneels down on one knee, and launches himself high into the air, twirling slowly. The air rushes past him, the wind rushing down his body feeling like a hug he’s been missing.

There’s no trace of the overwhelming fear, the anger, or even any sort of begrudging acceptance of a hatred that evidently was never going to blow up in his face. He felt like light was trapped inside his body. Closing his eyes, Miles lets some of it run through his arms and out of his finger tips, creating mini-sparklers on their ends. A quick burst through his legs sends him tumbling higher into the air, and he flails his arms legs wildly, unable to hold in the energy any longer. The flailing lasts a few seconds before he’s rocketing back down to the roof, pressure suddenly returning with the wind. The sparks at his fingers and feet fizz out, leaving light trails in the air.

He’s like a comet as he spins down onto the roof, quickly flipping at the last second to land feet-first instead of cracking his head open on the cement. That would be such an embarrassing concussion.

Landing with a bit more force than he meant to, Miles starts to giggle quietly as leftover electricity spreads from below him and spiderwebs out before fading completely. 

“Okay, okay,” he breathes out, trying to calm himself. He opens a portal back to his universe, being spat out behind some grocery store, for some reason. He didn’t leave here, why did--

A fast heartbeat and quiet sniffles have him snapping his head to the side, eyes landing on a kid leaning on a wall and crying. 

“Hey, you okay?” Miles asks softly, not moving from his spot. 

The kid startles hard, eyes wide as he- … um, they, Miles decides on- stare at Miles.

“Y- yeah. Yeah, I’m good,” they say, voice shaky. Miles can see their hands shaking, and even with little moonlight reaching the alley, their eyes shine wetly. One is more closed than the other.

“That a black eye?” Miles asks as he takes a tentative step forward. “Someone punched you?”

The kid crosses their arms and curls in on themself a bit, nodding. “Got jumped.”

“Oh, man. You know them, or…?”

The kid shakes their head, “Just some guys from school.”

Miles’s eyes widen. Guys, as in multiple? “Dang, how many? You look like you ain’t let them do much besides that eye.”

There’s a quiet snort, and Miles internally cheers. “Like, five. Teacher was coming, so they ran.”

“Five? Holy…well, good on you for standing your ground,” Miles laughs quietly, taking a few more steps. “I can walk you home, if you’d like?”

The kid is quiet for a few moments. “Really?”

Miles nods, and realizing it might be too dark, says yes. 

“Sure, that would be cool. I’m Kenneth,” the kid says, walking towards Miles.

“I’m Spider-Man,” he replies.

“No way, really?” 

They both chuckle as they make their way onto the street, weaving through the few others heading to their own destinations. 

“So, why’d they jump you? Was it money?” Miles asks casually, hoping it wasn’t too personal to share.

“Man, I wish,” Kenneth sighs, “they just… they don’t like people like me.”

Racists? Miles turns his head, ready to offer his support, but Kenneth continues, “The way I dress, my hobbies… stuff like that.” Their voice trails off near the end. “They make fun of my designs a lot, threaten to rip all the clothes I make.”

Oh, Miles thinks, feeling even more upset. “You been dealing with that long?”

“Kinda,” Kenneth nods. “I usually win, though.”

Now that they’re walking under the streetlights, Miles can actually make out Kenneth’s appearance. They’re wearing a purple sweater and denim jacket, a somewhat long black skirt, and some sneakers that are so customized that Miles has trouble figuring out the exact type they are. Of course, to top it all off, Kenneth is sporting a busted lip in addition to that black eye. He doesn’t like to think about what else they deal with when they don’t win.

“You said you make clothes?” Miles asks, high-fiving someone passing by.

“Yeah! I-- do you wanna see? I have some pictures on my phone,” Kenneth pulls out a phone with a cracked screen, and Miles looks away until it’s moved closer to his face. “I made these shoes for a friend, this dress, this-- well, I’m actually wearing that jacket right now!”

“Ooh, is that like a jean-skirt deal? I really like that one,” Miles tells them, already getting ideas of figure drawings he could add these clothes too. “You got some real skill!”

Kenneth beams, not even wincing a tiny bit at the pain that the pull on their lip must cause, and thanks Miles. 

“I don’t design clothes or nothin’, but I draw a lot too. Artist to artist, you seriously could make a career outta this,” Miles tells him, “don’t let those fools try and convince you otherwise.”

“That’s what my mom says,” Kenneth says, smile softening into something that feels a bit too private for Miles to just be seeing, “I’m glad you’re chill. And that you like my work, this is probably one of the coolest things that’s ever happened to me.”

Miles nods, “No yeah, I’m totally chill.” Wait, that sounds like a lie! “Like, having that type of hate in your heart is just so strange anyway.” Totally saved it! “And your designs have some real character, the creativity you got is crazy, ma-” Shoot! “--my buddy.”

Kenneth laughs at him, “You--” Miles tries to not let his teeth start grinding in embarrassment at the other teen’s laughter, “--you tried, it’s fine. I know you didn’t mean it. They/them, by the way.”

Miles breathes out a sigh of relief. “Still, sorry, force of habit. Call everyone that, y’know? My bad though,” he stumbles through the apology, “and, uh…”

He’s never had to tell someone his pronouns before. Spider- MAN doesn’t really leave a lot of room for speculation, and he thinks he’s pretty obviously a guy. Well, masculine. Wait, no, because he knows it doesn’t always work like that for people, but… he’d think people would refer to their default when they see him, hear his voice, the name--

“You don’t have to tell me yours,” Kenneth pipes up when he’s been quiet too long. “No pressure or nothing. This is me,” they say, pointing to a brownstone entrance with a woman in just her pajamas sitting on the steps. 

“Kenneth!” She cries out, rushing down to embrace the teen in a fierce hug. “Baby, those boys got you again? Oh, come on, let's get inside.” 

“Ma, give me a second,” Kenneth whispers, half-heartedly returning the hug as they try to gesture to Miles. 

“Did you find them?” The woman doesn’t let go, instead just picking her head up and very coolly glaring at him.

“Yes ma’am,” Miles says, deepening his voice and placing his hands on his hips, “I was worried, so I walked them home.”

“Thank you.” She gives a small, tense smile, and Miles can’t blame her. It is a pretty tense situation! 

“Yeah, thanks!” Kenneth’s smile is much bigger and warm as they wave goodbye.

“Buenas noches!” Miles calls before swinging away.

____

Later, as he’s lying in bed, his mind drifts to Kody. He never asked their pronouns, should he have? No, right? That would be putting them on the spot. He didn’t ask Kenneth, he just went based on appearance just like with Kody, and they had offered up that information. 

Should he start using they/them for everybody? That way he isn’t unintentionally offending anybody? That would be a lot of work, and he knows he’d mess it up a lot… kind of like being Spider-Man! 

Shifting to scratch a scab on his leg, he thinks of how he faltered when he tried to tell Kenneth to use he/him. People always-- well, until recently, he was never seen as anything other than a guy, obviously. He’s pretty manly, his voice is supposed to get deeper, he’s got some nice muscles, and he’s almost taller than his dad. He’s definitely taller than his mom.

He stops scratching his leg and stares at it, bare of any hair. 

It’s not like pronouns make the person. And it’s not like shaving doesn’t make him any less masculine. Not that anyone thought that, of course. Nobody even cares about that. Miles doesn't even care about that.

Those kids that jumped Kenneth would probably care , he thinks, they sound like the type to think any small difference deserves a beatdown… what was I thinking about? 

Right, pronouns. He should feel more confident using he/him, but there’s some weird, vague hesitation when there should be a brief acknowledgement so casual that it’s barely there. Not a feeling of wrongness per se, but something similar to forgetting what you walked into a room for.

This probably requires a bit more thought than he really wanted to give at this time of night. He did what he had to do, and now he can go to Ganke with the good news, and Ganke will be so happy and won’t leave because Miles is finally being the best boyfriend to him. There isn’t much reason to stay awake any longer.

Miles puts on his headphones and resumes his video, drifting off to sleep.

A/N: lowkey wish i cared enough to figure out how to format the text in the exact way i wanted bc there's a text message part coming up that i put on opposite sides of the doc to make it clear who's talking 💔 anyway... YAY KENNETH !!! They're gonna be appearing more often, and is NOT one of the characters that don't appear again but Miles can't stop thinking about. dw kennethheads miles is the queen of unknowingly befriending trans people and becoming their fav.

#my writing #transfem miles #trans miles morales #spider man #spiderman #atsv fanfiction #atsv #spiderverse #fanfic #m&m posts #KENNETH MOMENTSSS LETS GOOOO #miles g #peter parker #peter b parker #ALSO COMPLICATED THOUGHTS ON COMING OUT AS GAY IM WINNING #at the time this chapter was real hard to write bc i was purely using my own wildly different anxiety levels within a few minutes on a+ #single topic bc that's how mine works #so it seemed too ooc no matter how i wrote it. but i can do whatever <3

[oliveroctavius]

4 the ask meme; the coffee bean gang? Like peter, gwen, mj, flash and harry

Least favorite thing: can you believe they put enough human interest in this cheesy 60s biff bam pow hero melodrama to actually get me to care about a biff bam pow hero melodrama

Favorite thing: can you believe they put enough pulp sci-fi nonsense in this teen drama love pentagon to actually get me to care about a teen drama love pentagon

Fanon pet peeve: I know for a lot of people it's "forgetting Flash Thompson" but I at least understand where that comes from; adaptations did it first. More puzzling is when fanon shoehorns Felicia or Johnny Storm in there. Those are Spider-Man's friends, sure, but the CBG designation is a specific subcategory where... okay, let's get into my Bean Gang Theory (bazinga!):

A prospective CBG member met Peter Parker when both parties were hormonal teens and (as many as possible of the below)

Were in a love triangle with 2-3 other members

Was roommates (homoerotic) with yet another member

Have a parent who is friends with another member's parent

Has been personally victimized by Norman Osborn for literally just existing

By this metric, the 6th bean should really be Liz Allan (love triangle with Flash and Peter, homoerotic roomates with MJ, married Harry and therefore #2 on Norman's list of people to torment). Betty Brant is sometimes included, and that scans; Glory Grant just needs to date MJ in mainline 616 as well to score her place.

You know who else should've been included? Randy Robertson. I've looped back to canon criticism now but I seriously think the time period is the only reason Romita didn't find a way to work him into the crazy college love triangle with the rest of the college era Spidey five. He's right there for a lot of it!

#anon #coffee bean gang

[farfromstrange]

10 Characters • 10 Fandoms • 10 Tags

Thank you @fettuccin-e @yarrystyleeza @shouldbestudying41 and @hailey-murdock for the tags!

1. Matt Murdock – Daredevil (The character that got me back into writing after a 2 year break. He’s my husband. I love him with all my heart. He owns me. I’m never leaving. Also, he made me discover Charlie.)

2. Spencer Reid – Criminal Minds (Boy genius. Cinnamon role. He’s been through far too much. He’s so adorable. I want to put him in my pocket. He was the first ever character I wrote fanfic for years ago. The show also got me interested in criminal psychology.)

3. Michael Kinsella – Kin (Now he is daddy. He’s my hot mafia husband who just needs a hug and someone to take care of him. Also, I hate his family. I just want to take him far away from that. I’d make a great stepmom for Anna, I think. They both deserve some peace. Kin got me hooked after I started watching it for Charlie only.)

4. Eddie Munson – Stranger Things (He’s the age-appropriate choice. I’m not usually into metal heads but there’s something about him that got me hooked when I first saw him. Also had too little screen time, but I still have hope he’ll appear in Season 5)

5. Frank Castle – Punisher (There is something so attractive about men covered in blood. He’s morally grey but, like, in a cool way. So what if he kills people?)

6. Addison Montgomery – Grey’s Anatomy (Mommy. That’s all I’ve got to say. I love her so much. I want her to adopt me. I want to be her child.)

7. Loki – Loki, Avengers, etc. (Does he count? I feel like he should count. Because I am so in love with Loki, it drives me crazy. Maybe it’s the Tom Hiddleston obsession, or maybe it’s because I like my anti-heroes with dark hair.)

8. Peter Parker – The Amazing Spider-Man (I’m talking Andrew’s Spidey. He’s my favorite Spidey. Because I grew up with him, and I love Andrew. I just want to give him a hug. The thing with Gwen BROKE me, and also her back.)

9. Fleabag – Fleabag (Does anyone know her real name? I don’t know, but the show was so real, and SHE was so real, I will forever love her)

10. Phoebe Buffay – Friends (She’s me. I am her. Phoebe is so crazy, it’s almost endearing. The crazy part reminds me a lot of myself. I can’t help but love her)

No pressure tags (I’m sorry if you’ve already been tagged): @blackshadowswriter @linamarr @mattmurdocksscars @itwasthereaminuteago @pastafossa

(And whoever else wants to join)

#tag game #10 characters #matt murdock #frank castle #michael kinsella #spencer reid #phoebe buffay #fleabag #addison montgomery #loki #peter parker #eddie munson