#peter: are you okay mr stark? that's pretty dark

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Hypocritical Error

If one more person tells Tony they don't understand why he's pissed off, he's going to tell another supervillain his address and end it all.

"He's just a kid," Rhodey says, even though he's grimacing as he reads through the paper. "It's okay for him to make big mistakes like this."

"A big mistake?" Tony repeats, aggressively cutting into his extremely delicious breakfast spread that he can't even enjoy. "A big mistake is sleeping through an exam or forgetting a birthday. Big mistakes don't require a press release." Tony would know. He's had a lot of time to perfect his Press Release Smile.

He's aware he's being a little hypocritical here. When he was Peter's age he was in the tabloids more often than he was in his classes. Rhodey, having been there at the time, is more than happy to remind him.

"I just don't get why you're so surprised," Rhodey says, "since he has you as a role model."

Low blow. Tony squints his eyes. "Peter isn't me." Thank god.

Peter also sucked off some corporate suit twice his age in a closet and got caught. At an event that Tony had brought him to. While Tony was chatting up someone he didn't even care about, none the wiser.

The photos are pretty damning. Peter is on his knees, face flushed, mouth spit slick and cherry red even in the grainy phone camera and dim lighting. His tie is undone and his shirt is unbuttoned enough Tony can see bite marks on his chest if he looks hard enough. Peter noticed the camera a second too late -- were his danger senses too distracted by the massive cock, pixelated on the front page, to notice they were being watched? Maybe Peter could tell the smarmy man was dangerous and wanted to fuck him anyway, spidey sense buzzing in his ear. Maybe that was part of the appeal.

Rhodey snaps in front of Tony's face. "Earth to Tony."

"I'm here." Tony snatches the paper off the table and starts crumpling it up. "I'm planning how we're going to fix this."

"Isn't that Pepper's thing?" Rhodey gestures to the paper, now ruined in Tony's shaking hands. "Besides, the article doesn't mention Peter's name, just his age and gender. It's focused on Osborn, and rightly so."

But that's Peter's face. That's Peter on his knees for some old man, right under Tony's nose. When he should have been with Tony.

Not in the closet. Just...at the party in general. He should have been with Tony, not sneaking off to get fucked in the dark by a sleaze like Norman.

Peter in the picture seemed to like it just fine.

And then he'd come back and lied to Tony about it. Tony remembers that faraway look in Peter's eye, remembers asking if anyone had given him a drink while Tony hadn't been around to watch out for him, and Peter had smiled at him so sweetly. "No, Mr. Stark." So sweet, with the same mouth stretched around cock not ten minutes prior. "Just sleepy."

Fucked out and pliant, but Tony had believed him anyway.

"If you can keep his name out of it for a week, it'll blow over and he'll be fine," Rhodey tells him placatingly, like he can sense the steam about to come out of Tony's ears. "And it will blow over. Osborn is hardly the first person to get caught fucking some hot young thing half his age."

Norman is Tony's age. Tony thinks he himself has aged better -- he's certainly got a better reputation. His company is better. Hell, even Tony's sexual reputation is better. Tony has done a lot in a dirty alley but no one ever walked away complaining about his prowess.

Tony doesn't need to be comparing himself to Norman right now. He clears his throat. "I need to talk to Peter."

"Yeah. Make sure he's okay."

"Yeah." Tony runs a tired hand over his face. He's still on his first pot of coffee. "I've already talked to Pepper. She'll...handle it."

"You called Pepper before Peter?" Rhodey asks, surprised.

Tony purses his mouth. "No." Peter just hadn't answered. Tony's stomach soured. "I'll try Peter again later." Peter is probably freaking out. Tony is also freaking out.

The article dropped this morning, but Tony's PR team got wind of it late last night. Someone had emailed him the picture, and Tony had been too weak not to open it. He thought about it for hours. The shape of Peter's mouth, that look on Peter's face, please Mr. Stark.

Tony's hands shake. "It'll be better once everyone forgets this ever happened."

He doesn't think about ruining his sheets like he hasn't since he was a teenager. He doesn't think about the delirium of the morning, forgetting what was true and what was fantasy. The cold shower he thinks about, because he's starting to feel flushed and he needs the reminder.

He takes another long drink of coffee and doesn't think about whether Norman Osborn was Peter's first time doing that. He doesn't think about how many times he's come to find Tony afterwards, tasting like cum, and smiled so sweetly.

He doesn't think about what he's going to say to Peter when Peter finally answers his phone.

#starker #ironspider #part 1 #??? #if people like it i might write more idk #IDK HOW TUMBLR WORKS #starker fic

[irondad-defensesquad]

The perks of being a wallflower - Chapter 1

Also posted on AO3!

I spent the entire day writing this. The second chapter will be posted shortly, I hope.

There might be some timeline inaccuracies but the MCU already sucks at that, so bear with me, lmao.

TRIGGER WARNINGS - mentions of bullying, death, suicidal thoughts and self-harm.

DO NOT SHIP PETER AND TONY. P/ROSHIP DNI.

--

To Iron Man,

My name is Peter Parker and you’re my favorite hero! Look, I drew you! Your armor is pretty hard to draw but I tried.

I like building stuff too! I wanna grow up to be just like you one day. I heard you built stuff when you were just five. That’s so cool!

Sincerely,

Peter, age 7

Parker

--

To Iron Man,

Hi! It’s Peter again. Parker. I dunno if you remember me. Did you get my first letter? You must be busy being the coolest hero in the world so I understand if you couldn’t answer.

Anyway I’m going to the Stark Expo! For a whole week! I’m gonna see you up close!! My Uncle Ben is the best. He’s a big fan too!

See you there!

Sincerely,

Peter Parker, age 9

--

To Iron Man,

I can’t believe I actually met you!! Twice!!! You said “nice work, kid”! Did you remember me??

Yeah too bad I’m grounded… I really scared Uncle Ben and Aunt May. But thanks to you I’m okay! This was the best week of my life! Do you think we’re gonna meet again? I dunno but it would be nice.

I hope you’re ok after all that. That Hammer guy is nobody! That’s what he gets for messing with you!

Anyway I have to go to bed, good night!

Sincerely,

Peter Parker

--

Dear Iron Man

Dear Mr. Stark,

Hi, Peter again! How are you? I got really worried… I never thought I’d see aliens like this. Then I saw on TV that you flew right into the wormhole and I got so scared that you would get stuck in it forever…

Do you ever get scared, Mr. Stark? Aunt May and Uncle Ben tell me they’re surprised that I don’t get scared often. But I was really scared something happened to you or to them. I don’t wanna lose anyone else…

We’re all okay though! But I still hope you’re safe now, Mr. Stark.

Sincerely,

Peter Parker

--

Dear Mr. Stark,

I saw what happened in Malibu and I got so scared! I’m really sorry you lost your home. I was so sad and afraid you were gone, but Uncle Ben told me you’re gonna find a way out of this. You always know what to do, Mr. Stark! You’re a genius! I know you’ll come back somehow and defeat the bad guys, like you always do! I’m rooting for you!

Sincerely,

Peter Parker

P.S.: I tried to draw you again but no armor this time! Because you’re a hero with or without the armor! I hope you know that. Even if I never send you this… or any other letters…

--

Dear Mr. Stark,

Happy birthday!

I actually had a science fair today… and I built my own miniature arc reactor! It’s not as good as yours of course. But I got a pretty good grade! Even if I didn’t win the fair, I was in third place!

There’s this kid Flash, though, I think he got jealous and he tried to break my arc reactor. I didn’t let him! He really doesn’t like me and I dunno why. I never did anything to him. But I guess nobody likes me at school except for Ned, who’s my best friend. We like building LEGOs together.

Okay, sorry for rambling, Mr. Stark. Hope you have a great birthday!

Sincerely,

Peter Parker

--

Dear Mr. Stark,

I had a bad day.

I mean I guess everyone has bad days. Maybe you have bad days too. But sometimes my bad days are really bad.

Flash is even worse, because he usually just insults me and I ignore him, but he has some friends that do the dirty work. Like today they shoved me in a locker and the hallway was completely empty. It was dark and very tight in there, it was kinda hard to breathe. I screamed for help but no one would hear. I didn’t have my phone so I couldn’t call anyone. Eventually the janitor found me and let me out.

I think I might be claustrophobic like the doctors say. I felt like I was gonna die in that locker…

I didn’t wanna tell Aunt May and Uncle Ben. They’re always busy and I know Uncle Ben is gonna get really angry. Like he doesn’t get angry at me but he doesn’t have to worry. I don’t want him to worry and get upset because of me.

… Sorry for being a downer, Mr. Stark. Sometimes I just really hate school.

Hope you’re ok.

Sincerely,

Peter Parker

--

Dear Mr. Stark,

Have you ever seen Star Wars? I watched it with Ned and I love it! We binged the movies on the weekend, then we spent all day talking about it and all the theories we came up with.

Ned really gets me, we’re into the same things and we really laugh a lot. I’m really glad to have him.

Sincerely,

Peter Parker

--

Dear Mr. Stark,

I can’t really sleep.

I’ll be honest, I write when I can’t sleep. And I have to be real quiet or else Aunt May or Uncle Ben will find out and they’re gonna get worried about me.

I dunno, nothing particularly bad happened today. I mean, Flash was a jerk like always, but it never went too far. I just feel something tight in my chest that won’t really go away. Sometimes I find it hard to breathe, like I’m still stuck in that locker.

Now that I think of it, not even Ned knows about the locker thing. I guess only the janitor knows. And you. Kinda.

But I think everyone knows Flash taunts me and they don’t really do anything. But I don’t want my aunt and my uncle getting worked up about it. I feel like my school wouldn’t really care anyway.

…

Would you care, Mr. Stark?

I dunno. Maybe not.

Writing to you helps anyway.

So… thanks.

Sincerely,

Peter Parker

--

Dear Mr. Stark,

Liz is so pretty.

She’s a girl in my school. She’s not in my grade but she’s in the Decathlon with me. She’s smart and funny and cute and gorgeous…

Flash can tell and yeah, he loves being a jerk about it.

Liz is nice to me. Well, she’s nice to everyone. But she compliments me and I feel all fuzzy inside. It’s so weird.

I kinda hate that I started writing stuff to her too. I’m DEFINITELY not sending that to her. It’s so cheesy!

I think she likes Star Wars. She was super into my conversation with Ned today. And then I couldn’t really concentrate with her eyes on me, totally interested in what I had to say…

Mr. Stark, what should I do? How do you talk to pretty people?? And why am I asking this to Iron Man???

Sincerely,

Peter Parker

--

Dear Mr. Stark,

I really hate Valentine’s day.

I mean, I like Liz but she already gets a bunch of stuff, obviously, because she’s the greatest girl ever and it’s not like anything I do would be good enough. But all the Valentine’s cards I get are pranks. Once Flash and his friends pranked me and the card told me to wait after school. And I stayed there and nobody showed up. I even bought flowers and chocolate but I threw them away.

I did make a little card though. But it wasn’t that red heart we’re all familiar with. I kinda modeled it after your new arc reactor, Mr. Stark. I’m not really good at art, but it looked kinda cool.

In the end I just gave it to Ned, because he’s probably the only person who makes me feel good. And he loved the card so much. He gave me chocolate in return!

I guess it wasn’t so bad.

Sincerely,

Peter Parker

--

Dear Mr. Stark,

It’s my birthday! And I got a camera!

I remember playing with my uncle’s old camera as a kid, and he thought I was a great photographer. So he and my aunt surprised me with a brand new camera! I’m also in a photography extra class so I can learn more!

It’s really fun. I actually love analog photography. I love the whole process, the chemicals, that red light in the dark… It's still a laboratory and I’m all for it.

And at least it’s the class where I can enjoy myself without Flash pestering me so much.

I’m having so much fun!

Sincerely,

Peter Parker

--

Dear Mr. Stark,

Sorry for not writing in a while.

First, would you get mad if I told you I went to Oscorp?

I mean, I went there with my school. It was okay, I guess. Though I would rather go to the Avengers Tower if I’m being honest. I dunno why Midtown never arranged it.

Anyway, I took some cool pictures with my camera. But I think I got bitten by something. Then I learned about the radioactive spiders they kept there. It was creepy. I don’t like spiders.

The bite in my hand looks pretty nasty. In fact my hand kinda hurts. And so does my head.

I should probably stop writing.

--

Dear Mr. Stark,

Okay. A lot of stuff happened.

1) I don’t have to wear glasses anymore. When I try, my vision looks pretty blurry.

2) I can glue myself to things and I think that’s worse when I’m too anxious. I literally couldn’t get out of bed one morning without my hands holding my blanket.

3) I can hear EVERYTHING. All the other floors in the building, even whispers or flies, stuff like that. I can overhear Aunt May and Uncle Ben talking or the calls they have to take.

4) My brain sorta screams when I sense any sort of threat. Like when Flash approached and I felt tense all over.

That definitely has something to do with that radioactive spider.

I had a pretty bad fever, my aunt and my uncle were pretty worried. No one really knew what was going on. I’m just glad it’s over. But now I have to deal with these… powers. And I wish I could turn them off. I thought of getting those soundproof headphones, y’know?

It’s so much. I know you don’t have powers, Mr. Stark, but what would you do if you were me? Would you be able to find something to quiet them down?

I can’t really talk to anyone else about this.

Sincerely,

Peter

--

Dear Mr. Stark,

My Uncle Ben is the greatest guy ever. Besides you, of course.

He loves doing everything with me, like watching movies or going to baseball games. I love doing those things too. However, in the middle of the game, I think I had a “sensory overload”, like Aunt May said. Because I was really overwhelmed by all the screaming, the spit, the smells, the lights… I tried to be strong for my uncle but I made the excuse I had to use the restroom. Uncle Ben was going to take me there but I didn’t want him to lose the game so I decided to go alone. I think he could tell I wasn’t okay because he followed me and took me somewhere quieter. Uncle Ben is probably the most patient man I know because he didn’t get angry at me. In fact he suggested we should go home. I couldn’t really protest because I knew I wouldn’t handle the rest of the game with all those loud people.

He didn’t really talk to me on the ride home, but I heard him talking to Aunt May. He was pretty concerned. He said there was something off about me lately. Aunt May just told him to give me some rest for now.

I started crying in my room.

Now I can’t even enjoy baseball games with my uncle. Nor movies. When I found him watching TV, the noise and the light was too much for me. I felt so bad. I didn’t even eat dinner. Aunt May had to leave me some so I wouldn’t go to bed without any food.

I hate this. I hate these new powers, these sensations.

Why can’t I be a normal kid again?

Sincerely,

Peter

--

Dear Mr. Stark,

I can’t sleep, again. Even less now with these powers.

I have so many more questions to ask you, but there’s one I really want you to answer.

I’m a good kid or at least that’s what everyone tells me. I like to play, I’m a good student and I don't bother anyone. I love Aunt May and Uncle Ben, and I know they love me too. But sometimes, I get sad. I don’t cry even if I want to. My eyes are heavy, I know I’m overwhelmed, but I can’t sleep at all.

Do you get sad, Mr. Stark? What do you do when you get sad? How do you not get sad?

I really want a hug right now but I don’t want to wake up my aunt and my uncle, because they have to go to work early. Is it weird to say I want a hug from you, Mr. Stark? Is it weird to admit I wish you showed up at school to save me from bullies and my own powers? That’s stupid, right?

At least you’re never going to read these letters…

Sincerely,

Peter

--

Dear Mr. Stark,

Uncle Ben died.

He’s gone.

He’s really gone…

Ever since that baseball game, I started feeling more irritated. I distanced myself more and more. The bullying at school got worse. I started doing stupid things to my body. I didn’t want to tell you, Mr. Stark, but I began cutting myself again. I kind of stopped for a while but the habit returned. And when Uncle Ben found out, he got really upset. Like, he was more upset that I didn’t tell him I was suffering than he was angry at me being a brat. Even then, Uncle Ben could never bring himself to hate me.

But I was stupid. I ran away from home. Of course, he went after me.

And all I could hear was the shot.

Uncle Ben was lying on the floor, bleeding so much red.

I tried to say I was sorry… but I was too late.

He was gone.

I didn’t even want to go after who shot him. If anything, I killed Uncle Ben. I hurt him and I killed him.

Aunt May cried the entire week. I even stayed with her at night. I knew she didn’t want to be alone.

So the apartment is empty. Lonely. There is no TV airing games or movies anymore.

At least Ned is coming over sometimes or letting me stay over at his house, because I can’t handle that emptiness. It’s worse than loud noises.

I kind of wish Uncle Ben hated me so maybe he wouldn’t have gone after me.

I kind of wish he and Aunt May never took me in.

I wish I was never born at all.

My life just gets worse and worse… What's the point?

What’s the point, Mr. Stark?

I should’ve been shot, not Uncle Ben. He didn’t deserve it. I did.

I’m sorry, Mr. Stark. I’m sorry I’m this mess.

I wish I could just die.

--

Dear Mr. Stark,

I think I’m managing my senses now.

I made my own suit. It’s not fancy like your suits of armor, but it helps me focus.

I guess I was inspired by you and Uncle Ben. I could use my powers for good.

So… I’m a vigilante, I guess.

You can call me Spider-Man.

I don’t really do anything interesting but I help the best I can.

School is not really going well, I had to give up a lot of things, mainly sports. That would just draw too much attention.

I have to be there for everyone, or else I know I’m going to face my really bad thoughts. I don’t want them to take over me.

I don’t think I’ll have a lot of time to write, so I want to thank you, Mr. Stark. I know you’re not going to read this, but you helped me in a really bad phase of my life. You still do. I hope you know you inspire a lot more people out there. Thank you.

Sincerely,

Your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man

--

(Chapter 2)

#lotus speaks #irondad #fics #my fics #suicide mention tw #self-harm mention tw #self harm mention tw #sh mention tw #bullying mention tw #death mention tw #grief tw

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Marvel Humor Fics

As much as I love angst, I also love to laugh at some of the predicaments my poor blorbos get into! So here are some of my favourite humor fics from the Marvel fandom.

He's a Real... Bare... Devil? by 94BottlesOfSnapple (772)

The real problem with no longer wearing body armor, Matt considers, is not actually the higher risk of injury. It’s that sometimes even when you don’t get hurt, you still end up mostly-naked in an alley that smells like day-old Chinese takeout.

Daredevil manages to lose his clothes while on patrol with the Defenders. They only make fun of him a little.

Footie Pajamas by Triscribe (1.1k)

*What?* Tony demanded. *What is it, what’s wr-*

“Ohmygosh, Mister Stark! It’s too cute!” Peter beamed from ear to ear. “There’s a little girl in the car next to me wearing Spider-man footie pajamas!”

Silence reigned for a long moment, before Tony burst out laughing.

How (Not) to Meet New People by aloneintherain (1.4k)

“Why is there a teenager in our office?”

Foggy stood in the threshold of the office, mouth slightly agape, most likely wondering if he’d walked into the wrong building. The kid waved at him, smile huge under a blooming black eye and spilt lip.

“Foggy,” Matt said, far too calm for someone who was in the presence of a beaten, bloodied, teenage stranger. “This is Peter.”

oh, jesus, not the both of you! by FRAMEW0RK (1.6k)

He’s gonna pass out.

Yup, it’s happening. Foggy can only tell because he’s passed out before, when he was twelve, after he got his finger smashed in the large metal door of their cooler. The intense pain first. Then the cold flash, then the sweating, and then the spots surrounding the corners of his vision. All of that was going on. In the middle of a courtroom. Surrounded by tons of watching people.

“Mr. Nelson?” the Judge calls out. He probably looks awful. His mother told him that he went deathly pale before he passed out the first time. Didn’t she take a video? He remembers there being a video. Is the room spinning or is that just him?

“I think ’m passing out,” Foggy mumbles thickly, hand flailing out for purchase but getting nothing on his fingers. The world was starting to go underwater. Someone yelled, and then there’s this gasping sound all around and then there’s darkness and nothing.

Team Red by SalazarTipton (1.9k)

“Ned, for the last time, I’m not going as any of the Avengers! Can you imagine what would happen if they found out? They’d think I had a favorite and--” “But you do have a favorite,” Ned interjects. Peter throws one of his fries at him. “That’s not the point! They don’t know that and can I remind you that you’re forbidden to talk about that? Going to the Tower would be hellish. Can you imagine Mr. Barton and Mr. Stark trying to prove they’re the better choice?”.

when the pretty birds have flown (honey, I'm still free) by the_crown_jules (2.1k)

“I can talk to birds,” Sam said, a little more loudly than the situation warranted.

Bucky's lips twitched, a battle playing out between his attempt to take Sam seriously and his clear desire to snicker. Laughter won out, lighting up his face in a way that was becoming more and more familiar.

“You’re such an asshole. Okay, Torres, I assume you’re listening, you can go now, you’ve had your fun.” He looked around as if he’d be able to spot Torres watching them on camera. “What is this, Falcon initiation?”

New Year's Regrets by whumphoarder (2.5k)

In the midst of hosting his annual New Year’s party, Tony is called away to rescue a very impaired Peter from a rooftop in Queens.

Happy Hibernation Day by for_the_night (2.7k)

Tony and Pepper return to the tower on Valentine’s Day to find Peter asleep on the couch. Only he won’t wake up.

Good job neither pseudo-parent panics.

throw all your lucky coins on me by keep_swinging (3.2k)

i. shock (denial) ii. pain (guilt) iii. anger (bargaining) iv. depression v. the upward turn vi. working through vii. acceptance (hope)

Sorta Kinda Kidnapped by happyaspie (3.5k)

Peter gets kidnapped on his way to school. It's fine, though. He's perfectly capable of saving himself. It happens so fast and it's so uneventful that he forgets to tell Tony it even happened. Until the kidnappers call to collect their ransom.

Not Completely the Worst by mainstreamelectricalparade (4k)

Peter's spidey-sense had been going off all day. If he had to stay at school for literally another minute longer, he was probably going to go insane.

And of course, there was one person at school whose single goal in life seemed to be ensuring that that happened.

“Yo, Penis! Where are you off to in such a hurry?” Flash called after Peter as he took the steps three at a time in his attempt to make a quick getaway.

Peter squeezed his eyes shut in exasperation and kept walking. Maybe if he ignored the problem, it would go away.

Because that had always worked so well for him, in the past.

Don’t Judge a Knife by Its Color by blondsak and Grace_d and whumphoarder (4.4k)

“Whoa, hold up, hang on,” he says, taking a step closer to get a better look. The blade is probably four inches long and neon purple, while the handle is white with a friendly-looking colorful silicon grip. “Is that a toy knife? Is this a Fisher Price mugging?”

“Fuck you, Spidey,” the mugger replies, fumbling for the knife before scrambling back to his feet and brandishing the weapon at Peter.

Or, Peter is stabbed by a misleading knife, Tony plays a high stakes game of Operation, and May retains the one brain cell.

Dollicia Elizabeth Cowleen the Third by Spideypool_supremacy (4.6k)

Peter frowned. "Why do you have such an obsession with that cow?"

"Getting jealous, Pumpkin?"

Peter looked at him, unimpressed. "Oh no. A cow is stealing all your affection. Whatever will I do." He said sarcastically.

Wade grinned. "Don't worry, Petey. I love you both the same."

"That's actually insulting."

quaranteens by blueh (6.6k)

“Peter Parker,” Cindy says. Peter’s head snaps up so fast that it almost looks inhuman. “Did Tony Stark just waltz in and pick up his child in the background of your Zoom call?”

Peter freezes. Wide-eyed, with ‘guilty’ written on his forehead in 72, bold, Times New Roman font. It takes a solid thirty seconds before he can put himself together enough to click the unmute button.

“I—no?” Peter says. His voice is startlingly high pitched and his expression is nothing short of horrified.

Damn, if that isn’t anything but a confession.

The Glass of Sand and Fog [Fan Comic] by neonbrutalism (7k)

"To be honest, I think time is scary enough without a giant axe clock." "What, worried about getting old? Daredeviling getting hard on your knees?" "No, no... It's hard to explain."

Another day, another villain, another kidnapping. Foggy gets kidnapped, Matt avoids awkward conversations, they both suffer from an inability to talk about their feelings and Kirsten is no help at all!

Learning To Say Hello by heartsdesire456 (11k)

Clint had woken up one morning about three weeks ago (Well, Clint guessed about three. Definitely more than one. Maybe.) and stumbled down to the living room only to realize there was a guy on his couch. The guy just happened to be the Winter Soldier, who Clint knew was actually Steve’s old best friend, Bucky Barnes.

Barnes had been having a staring contest with Lucky (one eye shut, to make it fair, Clint had noticed) and Clint had decided to just leave him to it and make decisions after he’d had some coffee.

(In which Hawkeye befriends the Winter Soldier and discovers the Epic Love Story of Steve and Bucky nobody knows about)

but what is a hero, really? by mjscorner (17k)

"Flash," Peter pleaded breathlessly, "you don't want to do this, okay? They're armed. Trust me, you don't understand."

"No, I think I do understand," Flash scoffed, unsurprised. "You've been a loser your whole entire life, but everyone here still adores you. Well, I'm done dealing with that, okay? Time for me to be a hero."

Peter's heart sank as Flash bumped into his shoulder and marched forward.

He stopped before rounding the corner when the faint sound of a gun being cocked echoed throughout the hall, freezing Flash right in his place. Peter turned on his heel in an instant, standing beside Flash protectively.

"But-but what is a hero, really?" Flash croaked with a nervous smile, side-eyeing the weapon suspended beside him as it softly nudged the side of his skull. 

Peter slowly raised his hands in surrender, staring at Flash until he did the same, dropping the cans of pepper spray and the walkie talkies.

"We are so, so, so monumentally screwed."

Let Me Know if It Gets Above a Six by Sundial_at_Night (65k)

“Mr. Loki?” asked the Spider cautiously. “Aren’t you—like—a bad guy?” he asked, voice full of only curiosity, as far as Loki could tell.

His first thought was, yes.

His second thought was no.

His third thought was, sometimes?

“It varies from moment to moment,” Loki answered honestly, prying his eyes open after they threatened to fall close.

“But on a scale of one to ten, where are you at right now?”

“Maybe a three?”

The Spider-child nodded. “Cool,” he replied. “Let me know if it gets above a six.

The Devil's Hangin' 'Round My Doorstep by 94BottlesOfSnapple (96k)

There’s a lot of things Matt Murdock doesn’t allow himself. His best friend is one of them. But put on a mask and suddenly everything seems so freely available, Foggy included. On the other side of the coin, Foggy’s still trying to stifle his big bisexual crush on his best friend and has no idea what to think of the vigilante who’s suddenly and inexplicably taken an interest in him.

it's always who is spider-man, never how is spider-man by i_regret_thatpersonalityquiz (176k)

"Stay?"

Peter finally looked down to see Harley Fucking Keener, Iron Lad, the boy who had caused his shoulder to be throbbing all night, looking away with a slight tint to his cheeks. Peter opened and closed his mouth, no sound coming out.

And he sat back down.

OR: Peter had been living on the streets, dealing with your average homeless vigilante stuff. Things got a bit more complicated when the Avengers started to chase him down.

I hope you enjoy these!! I'll have to make a part two at some point because there's so many brilliant fics to share. Thank you to all the fabulous writers who shared these fics with us, and happy reading!

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[winter-turtle]

For the villainous prompt reblog thing: Number 17

17. "There is NO WAY I'm wearing this lame outfit-" // "Wear it right now or I'll tell everyone how you tried to set me on fire."

well, this one took only a year to finish... please excuse any possible medical inaccuracies

Enjoy!

One Sweet Trick

On the last evening of October, standing opposite of one annoying teenage hero, Tony took a long, hard look at that… that thing. “Absolutely not. There is no way I’m wearing this lame outfit—”

Peter placed his hands on his hips, jostling the blue plastic lightsaber attached to the white tunic he was wearing over his regular Spider-Man suit. “Wear it right now or I’ll tell everyone how you tried to set me on fire.”

“Okay, that was one time—”

“One time too many.”

“—and I wasn’t even serious about it. Think about it; would you be standing here right now if I was serious about setting you on fire? Besides, it was just a tiny fireball.”

“Tiny fireball is not exactly how I would describe what happened, but okay. Back to the point. You promised, Mr. Stark.” Oh no, there were those weaponized puppy eyes. “Come on.”

“…”

“It’s either this or metal bikini.”

Tony sighed, determined to preserve at least some of his dignity. “Why are we doing this again?”

The puppy eyes were gone in an instant, replaced with a look of pure excitement. “Because we’re trying to reform you! To show the public that the villain Iron Man is gone and is instead replaced with… uh…,” Peter’s face scrunched, “anti-hero Iron Man? I don’t know. Hero doesn’t seem to be the right word to describe you.”

And thank the heavens for that.

“Did you bring the stuff?”

“You sound like we’re dealing drugs here,” Tony rolled his eyes and reached for a big sack he was hiding in the shadows. “Yeah, I got the ‘stuff’.”

The kid pulled the mask over his face, put on a blond wig, completing his Luke Skywalker costume. “Great! Now just put on your costume and we can start.”

There was truly no getting out of this now. Oh, how the mighty have fallen. Iron Man, once feared supervillain, was about to give out candy to kids on the streets in a shitty R2-D2 costume. He was pretty sure it used to be a trash can. He shuddered at the thought of all kinds of germs getting on his armor.

“Don’t worry, it’s clean,” Peter said, reading his thoughts. “I disinfected it twice before MJ helped me paint it.”

“Where did you even get a trash can?” Tony asked while fastening the dome to his head.

“Long story involving a robbery of one corner store,” he waved the question off. “You look great, Mr. Stark!”

“You’re enjoying this far too much. Who’s the villain now?”

The kid merely shrugged before jumping down into the dark alley for their last prop – the door with a piece of paper saying ‘knock’ taped to the front.

It didn’t take long before their AIs alerted them to their first victims. Time to make their move. The kid walked out of the alley, hiding behind the door.

“What is that?” a child asked.

“I don’t know, sweetie,” a man replied. “Why don’t you knock and find out?”

Tony counted five knocks before Peter opened the door, revealing three small children and a man standing behind them. “Hey, kids!”

“Spider-Man!” the boy, youngest of the three and dressed in a home-made Spider-Man costume, screeched.

“Oh, and here I thought I was the one doing the surprise,” Peter chuckled, “but I wasn’t expecting someone to be carrying around a mirror.”

The trick-or-treaters laughed. Tony watched as Peter interacted with those little monsters, a fond expression on his masked face. He knew Peter was good with people, but it was a whole another thing to see his charms in action. He had the kids wrapped around his finger in seconds.

“But I’m not here alone,” Peter said, glancing over his shoulder. “I actually brought a friend with me today, but it seems he’s a little shy.”

Tony’s shoulders sagged as much as they could in the cut-out holes as he left the safety of the alley. It was no surprise the kids took a step back at the sight of him. The father took a step forward, ready to jump in to protect his kids.

“Hey,” was all he said.

Everyone was quiet for several moments, and just as Peter was about to jump in, the oldest kid, a girl in an obnoxious pink fairy costume, crossed her arms over her chest. “Why are you wearing a trash can?”

Tony sputtered. “It’s not a trash can! I’m R2-D2, Luke Skywalker’s trusty droid friend.” At least that’s what Peter said.

The fairy scrunched her nose. “Yes, it is.”

“No, it’s not,” he protested, even though the girl was right. Like hell he would lose an argument with an eight-year-old! Unfortunately, the little monster was bent on winning the argument as well.

“Is so.”

“Is not.”

“Is so.”

“Is not.”

The father looked at Peter, bewildered. “Is that the real Iron Man?”

“Yep,” Peter nodded. “We’re… trying to reform him.”

But Tony paid them no mind. He was still locked in the verbal fight with the fairy that would probably turn into a fistfight soon. He could definitely take her. “Is not- hey!”

What the hell? Someone kicked him in the shin! He betted it was that little brat, but unless she was enhanced and could run very fast, it couldn’t be her.

The kick came again. This time, Tony was able to find the culprit. “Spidey?” he called out, offended.

“Come on, do your thing,” the kid merely replied.

Tony hoped Peter could feel the eye roll. He reached for the sack and held it out to the kids. He’ll count the act as a form of villainy and a revenge against society – he’ll dope the kids up with so much sugar, it’ll drive the parents crazy. And all the cavities it’ll cause! Perfect evil plan.

… it wasn’t blowing up stuff, but it would have to make do.

“It’s full-sized!” the middle one, another girl in a witch costume, held up the chocolate bar above her head like a prize.

“You can take two,” Tony said.

The kids’ eyes lit up. “Thanks, Iron Man! You’re the best.”

And that was more or less how the rest of the evening progressed. Peter kept dragging around the door, Tony dragged the sack. Groups of kids came and went, their reactions always somewhere between apprehension, curiosity and amusement. Some parents even took pictures of him. When the sack came close to emptying, another suit brought more.

As it got later, the lights from windows disappeared, signs of NO MORE CANDY were put up on the doors, and the groups got sparser and sparser until the streets were empty.

“I think we can pack it up for today,” Peter said.

“Peter,” Karen interrupted, “it appears two more people are approaching.”

The kid nodded and turned to face him. “Feel up for one more?”

Tony shrugged. “Well, it’s not like I have a choice.” But really, he didn’t mind. Watching the kid enjoying himself while making kids’ day made the humiliation bearable. Plus, he thought Peter could tell he didn’t mind all that much either.

Peter placed the door on the ground and waited for the knock to come. There was a girl in a princess costume and her mom in scrubs. That wasn’t a costume. The tired manner in which she was holding herself and the fact they were out this late with the girl’s pail nearly empty told Tony so.

He knew the drill – he waited for Peter to finish the chit-chat with her before offering the sack. But the girl’s face…

It felt wrong.

She was smiling, saying thank you and all… still, there was something about the look in her eyes.

The kid could sense it too. “What’s wrong? You don’t like this one? We have other kinds if you want to switch.”

“She’s diabetic,” the mother said. “She… won’t be able to eat much of these anyway.” She lowered the voice, which barely did anything to diminish the regret in her voice. “We’ll get her some other sweets when we get home. But thank you anyway.”

Ah, that was right. Lots of fast-releasing glucose could screw a diabetic up.

Peter’s shoulders fell. “Oh. Okay… Happy Halloween.”

“Wait!” Tony called out before the pair could take another step further. There was no way he would let the day end on a bad note for the kid and, well, for the other kid.

He kneeled to the best of his ability in front of the little girl and opened the sack. Feeling for a small zip wasn’t easiest with a clunky metal around your fingers, but eventually, he got ahold of it and opened a secret pocket. “Try again,” he told the girl.

The girl’s head tilted to the side but obliged. Her hand slipped into the sack again, this time pulling out a different sweet. She kept looking at the wrapper before a giant grin spread across her face. “Mommy, look! Look!” she squealed, jumping and holding the wrapper up for her mother to see.

Tony put the sack on the ground, then waved the girl over to him. “Bring over your pail.” The little girl obliged once more. In one swift motion, he shoved both of his hands into the secret pocket and took out more sweets, dumping it into the pail until it was full.

“Most people here already went out partying or ran out of candy and I’m not taking all of this back home. So, here.”

Before Tony could lift himself up, he found himself in a pink, frilly headlock.

“Thank you, sir!” the girl said as she leaned her head against Tony’s armored neck.

Ever so slowly, the paralyzing shock washed away. He gave the girl two tentative pats on her back. “It’s no problem, Your Highness. Just remember to ration it.” The glittery python let go, allowing him to stand up. “Well, it’s pretty late, so you better head home and hit the hay.”

“O-of course, of course,” the woman said, blinking rapidly. She gave the two of them a wobbly smile as she got ahold her daughter’s hand. “Happy Halloween!”

“Happy Halloween!” the girl called over her shoulder, happily skipping along.

Tony watched them until they disappeared around the corner. He turned back to Peter, finding him leaning on the door, watching Tony. Even with the mask on, he could tell the kid was smiling at the act of kindness.

“I wasn’t kidding when I said I don’t want to carry this back home,” the man spoke before the little vigilante could get a single word out, pointing to the sack.

The two of them sat on a roof of a high-rise building near Tony’s tower, watching the city lights and eating the remaining chocolate bars. Unsurprisingly, the kid’s pile of more than twenty wrappers beat Tony’s measly two. The only sound around them was the muted bass-y music coming from some club nearby, some sparse traffic, and an occasional gust of wind racing along the walls.

It was as peaceful as New York could get.

Peter stopped swinging his legs and put another empty wrapper on his pile. “I didn’t know you were carrying around diabetic sweets. How did you come up with that?”

Tony opted for chewing the peanuts and caramel wrapped in a chocolate.

The kid’s face fell a bit. He took another bar and began eating.

“When I was a kid,” Tony began after a long pause, “there was a servant who worked for our family. He was more of a father to me than my actual father. I spent a lot of time with him and his wife.”

All movement to Tony’s left ceased. The kid was listening.

“I wasn’t allowed to go trick-or-treating like other kids.” He actually wasn’t allowed to do anything like other kids, but Peter didn’t have to know that. That was a story for… never, hopefully. “Still, the two of them made an effort. Their house was on the grounds near our mansion, so I would take a tiny bucket and go there.”

“Trick or treat!”

“Oh my, what a beautiful costume you have, master Tony.”

The ‘beautiful costumes’ in question always consisted of simple paper masks Tony quickly doodled himself. If Howard found out, it would’ve ended in a disaster.

“They would fill up the bucket and take me inside. You see, his wife had diabetes too, so most of the sweets I got were diabetic. If something came up, it would be easy to say the sweets were hers. I couldn’t take anything back home with me, so they had a special drawer where I could store my haul.”

Oh, how Tony missed Edwin and Ana Jarvis.

“I brought some in their memory. Just in case,” he finished. From the corner of his eye, he saw Peter smiling softly at Tony’s memory.

“You’re a good person, Mr. Stark.”

Tony audibly gagged, shattering the tranquil moment. “Don’t say that ever again. I’m an evil mastermind, please and thank you.”

The kid laughed. “Sure you are. Ow,” he frowned, putting his hand over his stomach, “my tummy hurts. Ow.”

“Gee, I wonder why,” Tony deadpanned, “you ate like thirty of those.”

“I think I was poisoned,” the kid went on as if he didn’t hear a word Tony said, then gasped. “You poisoned me, Mr. Stark!” he accused with a whine.

This time, Tony couldn’t hold back a snort. “I know I say a lot that you have puppy-eyes, but you’re not an actual puppy that can get poisoned by chocolate. You have to deal with the consequences of eating too much sugar, that’s all.”

Peter moaned. “It was so irresistible.”

“Sure, kiddo.”

“I think I’m done for today. Can you fly me home?”

“As long as you don’t barf on me.”

#tony stark #peter parker #halloween #happy halloween #villain tony stark #he's trying to do better tho #or more like he's forced to try lol #irondad #spiderson #irondad and spiderson #marvel fanfiction #spiderman #ironman #fluff #humor

[lemonlillybee]

B is for Bats

Title: B is for Bats 

@halloweenie-event Prompt: A Swarm of Bats

Summary: Peter runs into a swarm of bats on patrol

Word Count: 657

Read on AO3

“Mr. Stark?”

“Hey, kid. Did you make it home okay?” Tony’s voice is strained on the other end of the call, almost like he’s angry, and Peter’s stomach drops.

“Y-yeah, I’m home. Why?” A million thoughts rush through his mind. Did he do something wrong? Why is Mr. Stark mad at him? Maybe he’d messed up something in the lab last time he was there. 

“Oh, you know. I got a weird notification about your vitals earlier. What was up with that?”

“Uh, nothing, I’m fine.”

“Okay then. I’m just gonna send you a little video I got from Karen tonight,” Tony chuckles, and a second later Peter’s phone buzzes with the notification. 

Peter taps the speakerphone button and pulls the phone from his ear, opening the notification to find a video attachment, and he suddenly realizes exactly what the footage is going to show.   

“Mr. Stark,” he whines, embarrassment heating his cheeks. As much as he doesn’t want to relive the terrible moment, something makes him open the video, and he turns up the volume on his phone as it begins to play. 

At first, it’s just him swinging through the city at dusk, chattering away as skyscrapers whoosh by.

“Do you always talk to yourself like that?” Tony asks, and Peter shrugs even though Tony can’t see him.

“I guess I don’t really notice it,” he mumbles. On the screen, he lands on a fire escape decorated with pumpkins and orange twinkle lights, then climbs up a few more floors, passing two scarecrows and a variety of fake spiderwebs and tombstones. 

When he gets to the top, he does a flip off of the building, then freefalls for so long that Peter can practically hear Tony’s worry through the phone before he lifts his head to spot his next target. His arm stretches out in front of him as he shoots a web, and less than a second later a rapid fluttering noise fills the air as he swings right into a swarm of bats.

The video makes it look like there were only a handful of bats, but Peter’s sure that can’t be right. It was a huge swarm of them, and they had surrounded him so quickly and so completely that he’d almost fallen to his death right there in the streets of New York City. 

“Ouch,” Tony comments out loud when the video shows Peter landing haphazardly on a rooftop and immediately falling to his knees. His panicked screeching rings out and Peter buries his head in his hands as the sound replays.

“This is so embarrassing,” he groans, and he hears Tony laugh.

The recording goes dark for a moment as Peter curls up into a tight ball, the bats still surrounding him if the muffled grunts are anything to go by. Finally, after several minutes, Peter falls onto his back, the view of the darkening sky shaking back and forth as he huffs and puffs. When he hears the sound of his own hysterical laughter, Peter stops the video.

“That sucks,” he grumbles. “Please don’t show that to anyone.” 

“No promises, kid,” Tony replies in that same strained voice as before, only this time Peter realizes it’s because he’s holding in laughter. He sighs and switches his speaker off, tucking his phone between his ear and his shoulder and curling up on his side on his bed. 

“Ughhh.”

“I think I’m going to decorate the Tower for Halloween this year,” Tony teases. “I saw some very realistic bats the other day.”

“Mr. Stark!!” 

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” Tony relents. “But seriously, you’re okay, right? You landed pretty hard there.” 

Peter closes his eyes and reaches down to rub his sore knees. “Yep. I’m good. I’d be better if you deleted that video.”

“I’ll think about it,” Tony says. Peter knows it’s a complete lie. “Get some sleep, bud. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow, Mr. Stark. Goodnight.” 

“Goodnight, Roos.”

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[incorrectmarvelkids]

Peter: Treat spiders the way you want to be treated!

Tony: Killed without hesitation.

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[waitimcomingtoo]

Innocent Until Proven Guilty

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: when the Avengers notice signs of Peter having a girlfriend, they suspect he’s not as innocent as he seems

Masterlist

“Hey Pete the treat.” Tony greeted Peter as he passed him in the hallway. “Have you seen my screwdriver with the orange handle?”

“Oh, yeah.” Peter remembered. “I used it to fix my web shooters. It’s on my desk in my room.”

“Mind if I grab it?”

“Would you listen if I said no?” Peter asked, assuming he knew the answer?

“Nope.” Tony smiled at how well Peter knew him. “I’ll go get it.”

Tony waltzed into Peters room and went straight to his desk, rummaging through the papers and sketches he had strewn about.

“Now where are you hiding?” Tony drummed his fingers on his chin as he looked around Peters desk. He opened the top drawer and found nothing, so he opened the next drawer and began to rummage around. After moving a notebook to the side, Tony found an unopened box of condoms among Peters things.

“Hm.” Tony furrowed his eyebrows at the surprising find. “Well it’s better to be safe than sorry.”

He put it down and continued searching through the draw before the box caught his eye again.

“Value pack?” Tony read off the box. “Jesus.”

He shut the drawer and found the screwdriver in the next drawer, mindlessly tucking it into his pocket. As he left Peters room, the box stayed in his mind. He walked into the living room and found the rest of the Avengers chatting.

“What do you guys think about Peter?” Tony wondered as he toyed with the screwdriver.

“I don’t think about Peter.” Sam deadpanned.

“He seems lonely, no?” Tony shrugged. “He could use a companion of the female variety.”

“We should set him up.” Steve suggested. “He could use someone.”

“I don’t know.” Nat scrunched her nose. “He seems too young to be dating.”

“He’s in college now. It’s about time he gets a girlfriend.” Tony decided. “I had dozens by the time I was his age.”

“Are we even sure he likes girls?” Rhodey asked.

“He complimented my hair color once.” Nat shrugged.

“There we go.” Tony nodded, getting excited now.

“What are you guys talking about?” Bucky asked quietly as he entered the room.

“We want to set Peter up on a date.” Steve told him.

“Parker? I’m pretty sure he has a girlfriend.” Bucky said, making everyone look at him.

“What?” Tony asked. “No way.”

“Yeah. My room is next to his.” He shrugged. “He’s on the phone all night almost every night.”

“What?” Nat laughed in surprise. “With who?”

“Someone named Y/n I’m pretty sure.” Bucky went on. “I hear her name a lot.”

“Y/n.” Tony rolled it around his mind. “Interesting. I have to know more.”

“I think if Peter wanted us to know more, he’d tell us.” Nat clicked her tongue.

“And I think I don’t care.” Tony retorted. “I’m gonna find out more.”

That night, Tony sat in the dark as he waited for Peter to come home. He heard the elevator coming up and shivered with excitement at the incoming confrontation.

“Hey, Parker.” Tony dramatically turned on the light once Peter walked in the room, making Peter jump.

“Hi Mr. Stark.” Peter stammered as he took off his coat.

“Are you just getting back?” Tony asked coyly.

“Yeah, I was out with my…friend.” Peter shifted his eyes at the mention of you.

“Oh really?” Tony feigned a gasp. “What’s his name?”

“Her name is Y/n.” Peter said casually. “I was with her.”

“So I see.” Tony nodded. “Is she from school?”

“Yeah. She’s in my organic chemistry class.”

“So one might say you two have…chemistry?” Tony shrugged as he walked closer to Peter.

“Anyone with our schedules would say that.” Peter laughed nervously.

“Whats she like?” Tony persisted. “Is she pretty?”

“She’s great.” Peter smiled. “She can talk circles around me about just about anything. I don’t even know why we’re in the same class. She’s so much smarter than everyone in the room, even the professor. She’s just...she’s great.”

“So I hear.” Tony smirked. Peter completely avoided the “pretty” question, and that told Tony everything he needed to know.

“Hear?” Peter asked curiously. “What did you hear?”

“Thin walls, buddy.” Tony knocked on the wall. “Bucky told us all about your late night phone calls with your lady friend.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Peters face heated up. “I’ll be quieter.”

“You don’t have to be quieter.” Tony told him. “Bucky doesn’t deserve a peaceful nights sleep.”

“Why do you say that?” Peter asked.

“Because he murdered my parents. Night!” Tony threw up a peace sign before leaving the room. Peters jaw dropped a little before shutting. He quickly pulled out his phone and clicked on your contact.

“I think Mr. Stark is onto us” He texted you.

“Good. He can pay for our wedding 👀” You wrote, making him smile. He put his phone away and went to bed himself.

~

A few weeks later, Tony needed the screwdriver again and had an idea of where he could find it.

“Hey Pete. Did you use the screwdriver again?” Tony asked when he found Peter in the hallway.

“Yeah. It should be in the same place.” Peter informed him.

“Thanks.” Tony nodded and went into Peters room. He went to the desk, expecting to find the screwdriver in the same drawer it was in last time. When he didn’t find it there, he opened the drawer above it. Right on top of a pile of notebooks was the box from last time.

“I shouldn’t.” Tony sighed and chewed his lip. “But I’m feeling snoopy.”

Tony picked up the box and to his surprise, it was significantly lighter. Tony opened it up and peered inside, only to see it was nearly empty.

“Who did this to you?” Tony gasped. “Who took your goodies?”

Elsewhere in the tower, Peter was heading back to his room when he crashed into Natasha.

“Oh, sorry.” Peter apologized as he caught her before he could knock her over.

“It’s fine.” Natasha assured him, sniffing the air a little. “Why do you smell so good?”

“Hygiene is very important to me.” Peter straightened his shoulders to solidify his lie.

“Yeah, but,” she sniffed him again, “you smell fruity.”

“I’m a fruity boy.” Peter stated, regretting it immediately.

“Oh.” Natasha backed away a little, giving him a strange look.

“Not that kind of fruity.” Peter stammered. “I have to go.”

Just as Peter scurried away, Sam walked into the hallway.

“Am I crazy or did Peter smell like perfume?” Natasha pointed behind him.

“I don’t care.” Sam mumbled as he walked by.

“Romanoff.” Tony rounded the corner after leaving Peters room. “I think the Manchurian Candidiate was right. I think Peter has a girlfriend.”

“I think so too.” Natasha nodded. “He smelled like perfume just now.”

As Tony and Natasha exchanged evidence, Sam passed by Peters room just as he was going inside.

“Hey Sam.” Peter greeted before he shut his door.

“Don’t talk to me, Parker.” Sam mumbled without looking up.

“Sorry.” Peter chuckled and rolled his eyes, making Sam briefly look up.

“What’s that?” Sam narrowed his eyes when he spotted something peeking out over Peters collar.

“Whats what?” Peter asked as he pulled away.

“On your neck.” Sam caught his collar and pulled it down. “Is that a hickey?”

“No.” Peter said quickly as he covered his neck with his hand. “I burnt my neck with my curling iron.”

“Oh, okay.” Sam was satisfied with the answer. “Wait, what?”

“Bye Sam!” Peter stammered as he quickly shut the door.

~

Tony’s plans to interrogate Peter about his love life the following day were halted when he found Peters room empty. A quick check in with Friday showed Peter leaving earlier that morning with a few presents in hand. Tony sighed and went on with day, anxiously waiting for Peter to come home to get more information.

“Another late night.” Tony announced his presence as he flicked on the light. It wasn’t until after midnight that Peter had come back, so Tony waited him out in the living room.

“Oh, hi Mr. Stark.” Peter waved awkwardly, not having expected anyone to be there.

“Were you with Y/n again?” Tony asked casually.

“Yeah.” Peter smiled shyly as he shed his jacket. “It’s her birthday so I spent the day with her.”

“How come I never see her here?” Tony proceeded with caution, not wanting to overstep.

“She lives kinda far.” Peter shrugged. “That’s why we talk on the phone so much. I don’t want her driving all the way out here and she doesn’t want me swinging at night.”

“She knows?” Tony raised an eyebrow, not realizing they were at that level yet.

“Yes. But I only told her because I trust her.” Peter quickly assured him. “She won’t tell anyone. She promised me.”

“Oh, I’m not mad.” Tony smirked. “Trust is good. Especially in relationships, so I hear.”

“Yeah.” Peter smiled at the thought of you. “It’s good. We’re really good.”

“Have you told her you loved her yet?” Tony jumped to the point, taking Peter by surprise. “Because that smile on your face says you do.”

“I have.” Peter admitted as his face flushed. “And she told me she loves me too.”

“Aw.” Tony couldn’t help but smile at his protégé being in love. He was so moved that he took out one of his business cards and scribbled something on the back of it.

“Here.” He handed it to Peter. “Don’t abuse it.”

“Whats this?” Peter curiously looked at the number Tony had written in the card.

“It’s the number for my personal driver. One of them.” He corrected himself. “I always forget who I employ so I have about 18. This one makes unforgettable coffee cake, though.”

“Thanks Mr. Stark.” Peter smiled in appreciation. “But why are you giving this to me?”

“So you and Y/n can see each other.” Tony said simply. “And so more people can experience this coffee cake.”

“Thank you. I really appreciate this.” Peter said softly, knowing Tony wasn’t much for displays of affection.

“Don’t mention it.” Tony brushed it off. “Really, don’t. I don’t have enough personal drivers for everyone. I mean, I probably do, but I’m not known to share.”

“I won’t tell.” Peter nodded. “Goodnight, Mr. Stark.”

Tony have Peter a fond smile before nodding as well.

“Night kid.”

~

“Mails here.” Tony announced the following morning as the team sat around the kitchen table.

“Thanks for bringing it in.” Steve reached for an envelope addressed to him. “Who delivered it today? Was it Michelle or Rodney?”

“Michelle.” Tony concurred.

“Oh, nice.” Steve smiled. “I like her. She’s always friendly to me.”

“Yeah. Nice girl. Nice name too.” Tony put the plan into action. “That was the name of the first girl I ever kissed.”

“I remember my first kiss.” Steve recalled. “It was at a school dance when I was in high school. I bought her a milkshake after and she never spoke to me again.”

“What about you, Peter?” Natasha asked causally. “Have you had your first kiss?”

“Um, yeah.” Peter chuckled like it was obvious.

“With who?” Steve asked curiously, and the rest of the team leaned in to hear the answer.

“Um, my girlfriend.” Peter flushed a deep red as he avoided eye contact with the group. Everyone collectively let out a gasp at the news, making Peter flush even deeper. He looked up to a table full of dropped jaws and wide eyes and felt his ears turn red.

“Isn’t it neat?” Tony tried to take the attention off Peter. “The innocence of young love.”

“Yeah. Innocence.” Sam narrowed his eyes at Peter as the hickey on his neck suddenly made sense.

“When can we meet her?” Nat asked, and everyone nodded softly. Peter looked around in surprise, not having expected everyone to care as much as they did.

“You want to meet her?” He asked with a small smile.

“Of course.” Tony shrugged. “You’re on our team and if she’s your girlfriend-“

“She’s on our team too.” Sam concluded with a gentle nod. Everyone nodded in agreement, making Peters heart swell in appreciation.

“She was gonna come over so I could swing her around the city.” Peter told them. “I could ask her to come up and say hello.”

“I think you should.” Natasha encouraged. Peters lips twitched into a smile as he pulled out his phone to tell you to come up. Within a few minutes, you were coming up the elevator and Peters heart was pounding in his chest. He met you at the elevator and escorted you to the rest of the Avengers, his hand holding yours.

“Hi.” You smiled shyly as you met the team. “It’s nice to meet all of you. I’m Y/n.”

“Nice to meet you too.” Steve said politely. “I’m-“

“Steve, right?” You smiled a little. “Um, Peter talks about you guys all the time. You’re also a little famous.” You chuckled, and everyone laughed as well, breaking the ice.

“Yeah, I guess we are.” Steve smiled back at you. “So you’re the girlfriend? I can’t say Peter has told us that much about you.”

Peter looked at you anxiously, hoping you wouldn’t take that the wrong way.

“It’s okay.” You laughed and rubbed his shoulder. “We agreed to keep it on the down low. Plus, I doubt there’s anything about me that could impress the Avengers.”

“That’s not true.” Peter cut in as he twirled your hair around his finger. “You’re very impressive.”

“Tell us more.” Nat smiled as she leaned on her hand. Everyone watched you and Peters display of affection with childlike wonder, a collective peace settling in the room as they watched the baby of the team experience happiness.

“Y/n volunteers as a candy striper at the children’s hospital a few blocks from here. When she’s not with me, she’s there.” Peter bragged about you. “And she’s a lifeguard in the summers, CPR certified, valedictorian of her class, organ donor-“

“These are not impressive things.” You laughed as you cut him off.

“Yes they are.” Peter insisted. “She can make the worlds best brownies, her ponytails are always perfect on the first try, she can parallel park, she-“

“She sounds amazing.” Tony cut him off as he smiled at you. “And we’re very happy to finally meet her.”

“I just can’t believe the guy who watches Dance Moms in the living room with no shame actually has a girlfriend.” Sam snorted. “And a normal one too.”

“Why is it so surprising?” You wondered as you leaned on Peter arm.

“Because he’s so innocent.” Sam shrugged. “I doubted he ever even held a girls hand.”

“Wait, you thought Peter was innocent?” You laughed abruptly. “He literally webbed me to the headboard last night and-“

“Ah ah ah.” Peter quickly cut you off. “Some things are better left unsaid.”

“I think she should say them.” Bucky chuckled as he sipped his coffee.

“One time, he used his-“

“Well, Y/n and I really need to get going.” Peter cut you off and quickly ushered you to the door. “We won’t be out late.”

“It was nice meeting you all.” You called as Peter pulled you out the door.

“Nice meeting you too.” Tony yelled back. He and the team exchanged knowing looks, a collective happiness for Peter settling among them.

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[ptergwen]

If you do smut can you do like stark!reader x peter parker (spiderman) are dating 3-4 month and y/n and peter had their very fluff first time then next morning y/n has hickies all over her neck and her thights stomach... and tony/ her dad sees it and is confronting them with it😂 i love your stories 🤤

just saying hi

w/c: 2.5k

warnings: veryyyy suggestive, swearing, some pretty embarrassing moments

a/n: thank you babe! i didn’t write the actual smut but y’all can guess what happened 😭 also this is super long i couldn’t help myself

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it was everything. it was everything you ever wanted your first time to be and more.

you’d brought up to peter during a make out session one night that you were ready to go farther than you two already have. there was one base you didn’t hit yet. the fourth, the final. you were thinking about it for a while before that, and peter would be lying if he said he didn’t.

your love has always been physical, whether it’s you kissing peter’s cuts after a mission or him tracing hearts on you with his fingers. there’s also the more sexual side of things. that part, you both enjoy just as much, maybe even a little more because you know exactly how to make each other feel good after all the trial and error.

what better way to combine the two than, well, making love?

last night was your sign from the universe, your go ahead to do it. you had the compound to yourselves because your dad had taken all the “big kids” out for the night. you’re both well into college, but he refuses to see you as adults. that meant no peter and no you. you two were a little offended until you realized you could make use of your alone time.

you started off searching for a movie. that turned into you wrestling peter for the remote because you didn’t feel like watching back to the furure yet again. wrestling turned into you on top of him, which turned into you kissing him, which turned into peter throwing the remote somewhere and carrying you up to your room with his lips still on yours.

neither of you had to say it. you were on the same page, same wavelength, two brains in one as peter layed you down and trailed his kisses lower and lower.

peter was so gentle with you, except for when you told him not to be. those were the times he didn’t hold back. he was attentive and sweet and showed you quite a few times how much he loves you. you showed him just the same. yeah, it was really everything.

“morning, baby. you awake yet?” peter hums against the shell of your ear, arms wound comfortably around you. “kinda,” you mumble back with a goofy smile. he presses his lips to your ear and nuzzles his face in the side of your neck. “kinda... how’d you sleep?” you can hear the grin in his voice. his nose nudges your bare skin where a fresh hickey lies and makes you scrunch your own up.

“good, really good. always love sleeping with you.” you’re both aware of the alternate meaning that has now. “funny,” peter lets out a breathy laugh against you and brushes his thumb over your stomach where your shirt got ridden up. you sigh, enjoying his soft touch and reaching behind you to play with his curls. they’re a lot messier than usual from you tugging on them all last night.

peter removes his face from your neck and carefully turns you onto your other side. you’re facing him now, eyes trained on his concerned expression. “hey, just wanna check. how are you feeling? still sore?” a tiny smile stretches your face. he really does care about you and how you feel after everything. you know for a fact most other guys wouldn’t.

“i mean, yeah. you were... it was a lot, but i’ll be fine in a few days i think.” the mention of peter being a lot makes color rush to his face. you laugh quietly at that, cupping one of his cheeks that’s turning pink. “oh. i, um, i didn’t know that. sorry.” he smiles shyly as you smooth your thumb over his warm skin. “don’t be. it wasn’t as bad after i... adjusted a little,” you reassure him, making him lean into your palm.

“i really am sorry, y/n/n. can i make it up to you?” peter checks with you, eyes going up from yours to down your body. he hooks a finger in the waistband of your pajama shorts. “make you feel better?” the way he finishes his question with a bite of his lip is definitely tempting. so is your stomach yelling at you to put some food in it. you’ll have to wait.

“later. right now, you can make me breakfast,” you beam at him and take his hand. peter pushes his palm against yours, letting you lace your fingers together as he puffs some air out of his cheeks. “yeah, that’s gonna go well.” “i’m supervising. it will.” you capture his lips in a kiss, one he instantly reciprocates, free hand resting on your hip. just as it’s heating up, you break it.

“i’m hungry for actual food,” you giggle and roll out of his embrace. “ok, ok, ok. let’s go see what we have,” peter gives in with a chuckle, grabbing the same hand he was just holding and following you down to the kitchen.

he ends up popping some frozen waffles into the toaster, you sitting up on the counter with your phone out while he struggles through the different settings. “should i put it on bake? no, that doesn’t sound right,” he talks to himself with eyes squinted in concentration. “your dad made this thing so... detailed.” it’s an old stark industries toaster, one with options you probably don’t even need.

“yeah because he loves his toast, so maybe don’t break it. he’ll kill you or something,” you half playfully half seriously suggest. peter is one clumsy guy. he tsks at you and crouches down to read the words on the dial. there’s conveniently a setting for waffles, so he hits that one. he’s not sure how he hadn’t noticed it before.

since he’s down there, he takes one of your ankles in both hands and starts to kiss up your leg. it tickles when he gets to your knee, drawing a giggle out of you, but your phone still blocks his face. you’re doing it on purpose. “baby,” peter tries to get your attention in a soft voice. he presses a couple more kisses to your knee. you have to hold your breath so you don’t laugh again.

“baby girllll,” peter drags out, lips moving up your thigh. he nudges your phone with his nose much like a puppy would. “aye, i’m talkin’ to you here,” he says in a fake new york accent. you finally put it down next to you. “i’m listening.” you’re giving him a satisfied smile as he goes back to kissing you.

“just saying hi,” he looks up at you and moves your shorts aside while he kisses further and further to where you want. you scoot closer to him on the counter.

that’s when he stops. not only stops, gasps in horror. “what?” you ask quickly, his eyes fixed on your inner thighs. “i kind of, uh, marked you up. like, a lot.” he runs a finger gently over the bruised skin. you’re suddenly very aware of it now. it doesn’t exactly hurt, just feels bumpy and weird. you peer down at yourself to see the damage, eyes going wide.

“shit... they’re on my neck, too,” you remember, murmuring to him. you’ll have to cover these up before everyone gets home. worry flashes across peter’s face. “oh my god, i didn’t even realize. it- it was dark and you told me-“ “pete, it’s okay. it’s pretty hot,” you stop his rambling, reaching down and putting a hand on his shoulder. he frowns up at you.

“really? are you sure i didn’t go too far? because you can tell me.” you’ve always appreciated how much peter genuienly values your thoughts on things, in the bedroom and in other parts of your relationship. it does lead to a lot of second guessing, though. you squeeze his shoulder and let out a breath. “i’m sure, okay? it’s really not that serious. i’ll just change so no one can see.”

peter winds an arm around one of your legs, body relaxing ever so slightly under your touch. “okay.” he gives your thigh one final kiss, then rests his chin on it. “what about your neck?” “uh...” you hadn’t considered that yet. “makeup? a scarf?” you’ve seen enough tv to know neither of those work, but they’re your only options.

“yup. mr. stark is really gonna kill me now,” peter says under his breath, tensing up all over again. you furrow your eyebrows at him. “what? we’re literally grown adults, we can do whatever we want-“

tony claps loudly as he steps into the kitchen, announcing his return home. peter jumps up from between your legs faster than fast. he moves so he’s next to you, and you hop down from the counter.

“hello, daughter of mine. spider of man,” your dad greets you two, you pulling down your shorts with a plastered on smile. “or would it be man of spider?” he plucks an apple from the bowl on the table as he ponders his question. steve and wanda file into the room next. “second one,” peter replies, grinning a little too much to be normal. tony takes note of that.

wanda comes over to the fridge for a snack, which is close to where you and peter are. “how was last night?” you ask her to take the attention off you two. wanda settles on a yogurt and turns to you. “it was good. we shared a few hotel rooms, had our own party.” she glances over at peter, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. “seems like you two had a fun night of your own.”

peter’s mouth drops open. “how did you-“ he forgot she could read his mind and now knows everything that happened. you slap a hand over your forehead. “you couldn’t think about anything else? for, like, a minute?” you whisper yell at him. he uses his eyes to plead with you. “i’m sorry! i was looking at the hickeys-“ he realizes what he’s saying. “crap.”

shooting you a wink, wanda shuts the fridge and goes to join the rest of the team in the living room. lucky for you and peter, steve started lecturing tony about washing his fruit before he eats it. he didn’t hear any of that. there’s still the problem of your visible hickeys that you have zero seconds to hide.

“how the fuck am i supposed to cover these? they’re right in the center, peter!” you panic, your heart starting to race as peter fumbles for a dish towel. that’s the best he could come up with? “no!” you toss it back at him. he throws it on the counter with a pained look. tony and steve make their way over to you.

“oh, hush. a couple of deadly pesticides won’t shake me, stevey boy,” tony insists and takes another big bite of his apple. steve huffs in disapproval and crosses his arms. “you’re a big baby, tony. if you’re not gonna do the right thing, at least buy organic-“ with the world’s longest sigh, tony chucks his apple into the open garbage can.

“there. no more apple discourse.” steve shakes his head at your dad’s behavior. “that was a waste. you could’ve finished it.” “not with your nagging into my literal ear.” steve raises his hands in surrender before making his way out of the kitchen. tony side steps past him and over to you. “enough of that now. let’s have a welcome home hug from my girl.”

you share a look with peter, a look of pure fear that’s in both of your eyes. he’ll definitely notice the hickeys if he gets that close to you. he holds out his arms expectantly while peter scratches the back of his own neck. “sure, dad. welcome home.” an awkward smile on your lips, you bury your face in your dad’s chest and wrap your arms around him in one motion. this way, he didn’t have time to see you from too close up.

peter exhales in relief at the narrowly avoided disaster. that’s until tony makes a request. “missed me that much, kiddo, huh? come out of there.” “but, i’m so comfortable. i wanna stay like this,” you insist, a niceness to your voice tony immediately sees through. he drops his arms from around you, eyeing peter suspiciously, who averts his gaze to the floor.

“nuh uh, you did something. both of you,” your dad states, taking a step to stand between you and peter. peter gulps down a breath before speaking. “mr. stark, it was-“ tony holds up a hand. “don’t worry, kid. i’ll figure it out.”

he gives peter a proper stare, searching him for clues of some sort. it’s a good thing he isn’t wanda because the details of your night would have been exposed. he couldn’t find anything, so now it’s your turn. he’s a little disappointed you’re the one hiding something.

“oh, y/n. not you,” tony sighs as he gives you a looking over. he starts with your face, your eyes following down as his do. it’s when he gets just past your chin that he sees them. the little hickeys littering your skin, some already deep shades of purple. he rips off his glasses in disbelief.

“absolutely not.” he closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose with the same hand his glasses are in. “i’m not seeing this. i’m not seeing this if i don’t look.” you scoff at his reaction. “dad, you know we’re together. you can’t expect us to not...” “don’t say it,” tony begs, getting the urge to hurl his half eaten apple. he turns and faces peter.

“parker, you really did all of that?” peter only blinks, nervously meeting the eyes of his mentor. “to my daughter?” tony adds on to scare him even more. “i- i-“ a burst of frustration comes out of peter. “you left two teenagers alone the whole night. what’d you think was gonna happen?” he’s shocked at his own words, his face showing it. tony raises his eyebrows. both your hands cover your mouth.

not wanting to deal with peter, tony addresses you instead. “i don’t care how you do it, cover those up. don’t let me see them ever again. understood?” you nod a good amount of times and reach for peter’s hand. he’s about to give it, then tony glares down at what’s happening. peter pulls back immediatelty. “understood. we’ll, um, do better next time,” you agree, tony winching at the idea of a next time.

“you, parker... treat a lady with a little more respect, eh?” tony clicks his tongue at him. he’s referring to all the hickeys. peter’s lips form a line, a sarcastic one that says oh well. “i tried, mr. stark, but y/n wanted me to-“ “christ, that’s enough.” tony furiously shakes his head and starts to walk away from you two. “never again!”

you’re thanking god when he sets off for the living room, you hiding your face in peter’s chest, his face in your hair. “that was terrible. that was the worst thing ever,” you say into him. “i’m sorry, baby. we gotta be more careful.”

it’s not over yet because then, the toaster dings. you’d completely forgotten about the waffles. you and peter both separate with your millionth shared look of terror. tony comes rushing back into the room, very familiar with that noise.

“first you destroy my daughter, now my toaster? pete... you’re in for it, kid.”

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[vampireoutofbusiness]

Peter B[oobs] Parker

NAVIGATION

Pairing: peter x fem!reader

Warnings: all about boobs but not real smut, based on the 100% factual idea that Peter has a mommy kink

Request: Peter falling asleep sucking readers boobs- basically more mommy kink

Synopsis: Peter loves your boobs and has an undeniable mommy kink...

a/n: I ask the person who requested this to share more brilliant ideas with me because this is one of my favorite things I've ever written, thanks to their big juicy brain. soft baby boy peter is just AHHHHHH it's 4am I guess I can never break this habit...

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Peter loves your boobs, why wouldn’t he? No matter what you were doing, he found an opportunity to stare or subtly touch them. He’s mesmerized by them and loves them.

Whether you have hard nipples or not, the shape they have is just perfect in his eyes. And the simple act of his hands sliding under your shirt and cupping them if you weren’t wearing a bra (although that didn’t really stop him) was wonderful. Your warm skin against his fingers as he kneaded them. Thumbs running over your nipples.

Now, the less pure, yet still wholesome part of Peter Parker loved having them in his mouth. You would wake up in the morning to him laying on you, his chin resting on your chest, waiting for you to give him the okay to touch them. Probably the mommy kink side of him that wanted to suck on them. Or just him. You weren’t complaining.

“Are you coming to bed soon?” Peter whined, taking your hand from your lap and pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles.

“Yeah, let me finish up this brief,” you glanced at him then turned back to your computer.

“Mr. Stark really is thorough when it comes to missions,” he sighed and released your hand so you could continue typing.

The sooner you finish, the sooner you would hold him while you fall asleep together. The city lights shining in through your apartment’s bedroom window. Noisy, yet somehow comforting street noise a few stories down. Your extremely comfortable bed that many things happened in.

Peter shuffled to and checked the front door, making sure it was locked. He pulled shut and locked the window that was left open near your desk in hopes you would want to hurry up if everything else was ready for bedtime.

Your sleepy boy kissed the top of your head and you told him you’d be there in a moment. He got in the bed you shared in the room down the hall, determined to stay awake in darkness until you got there.

About fifteen minutes later, you tip-toed in the room and slowly shut the door behind you in case he was asleep. You saw the covers stir and then his sleepy features illumined by lights from buildings across the street.

“Hi,” you whispered, sliding into bed next to him.

“Hi mommy,” he murmured, wrapping his body around yours before you could even adjust in your spot.

“Right out the gate,” you chuckled and Peter looked up at you with confusion on his face.

“Huh?”

“Mommy?” You repeated and he was glad you couldn’t see the pink dusting his cheeks.

Yes, when you had sex, he called you mommy, and yes you loved it. He’s just so cute and something about taking care of him during it was so sexy. He’s called you it many times but usually when you were pretty deep into doing the deed, not the second you crawled into bed.

“Did I- I didn’t mean- sorry,” he stuttered, removing his body from yours and turning away from you.

Even after living together for several months and dating for two years, he got flustered by the littlest mentions of anything sexual. You honestly find it flattering he’s somewhat intimidated by you but you wish he would tell you more about what he wanted.

He felt the mattress move next to him and something hit the floor a few seconds later.

“Peter?” You slid your hand down his bare back and he slightly turned his head to look at you, “it’s okay to like calling me that, I hope you’re aware,”

He flipped over completely to see you laying on your side, with your upper body exposed and his breath hitched at the sight. Every time felt like the first time.

“Sorry,” he cleared his throat as he scooted closer and hesitantly straddled your hips, resting his body on yours, “M- mommy,”

“What do you want?” You kissed him softly, already knowing the answer.

“To suck on your breasts- or boobs - please?” “Boobs, go ahead baby boy,” you confirmed, brushing some loose hair out of his face.

“Boobs…boobies,” he squeaked out before moving down your body so he was mouth level with them.

He kissed lazily down the valley and then the tops. Making his way down to your nipple when you gave him soft praises.

His lips wrapped around your bud and he gently sucked for a little while, your lips quirking up to a smile when you saw how content he looked. His long eyelashes resting on his upper cheeks where freckles were sprinkled.

You held his head, thumbs stroking the lobes of his ears leisurely as he moved onto your other boob. His tongue ran over your nipple for a few minutes before he started suckling at this one.

His mouth worked slower until you felt his movements stop. You caught a glimpse of your boy; head now resting on your chest with his lips not quite around your nipple but still holding on.

Small breaths hit your bare skin as he drifted off into sleep he’s been fighting for a good while. You ran your fingers through his curls and he let out a small, quiet moan from the feeling.

His heavy eyes fluttered open and you encouraged him to go back to sleep. He didn’t even bother taking his mouth off of your boob booby.

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You carefully made your way to your room, a tray in your hands with very important contents; food.

After you took so long to get to bed last night, you figured making Peter breakfast in bed would make up for it. He wasn’t even upset about it, he never got mad at you and if he did, it wouldn’t be for something that minuscule.

Nonetheless, you made Peter your number one priority and you were his. Healthy relationship dynamic.

A plate with pancakes, scrambled eggs, and bacon. A glass of apple juice, not orange juice, he prefers sweeter drinks a.k.a he likes sugar. You pushed open the door with your elbow and felt your heart skip a beat at the view in front of you.

His fluffy bedhead resting on the white sheets. Sunlight bathing his toned, naked upper body. Arms wrapped around your pillow when his barely conscious self realized you were no longer with him. Pink lips slightly parted as quiet snores left his mouth.

What a beautiful, tranquil view.

“Peter,” you purred as you got closer to the sleeping god in your bed.

His eyes flickered for a second, adapting to the lighting consuming the room. He gave you a sluggish smile and stiffly sat up, sitting against the headboard. You put the tray in his lap, making sure he was steady before taking your hands from it.

“What’s - why did you,” he was interrupted by his own thoughts as he examined everything on the plate.

He couldn’t ask for a better girlfriend. You did an extraordinary amount of things for him, breakfast in bed being one of them.

“I was busy last night so this is my form of payment,”

“You already let me do something I would do for free,” he smirked yet still had red cheeks out of timidness.

“I know you would,”

You kissed his forehead and he held your waist, pulling you closer. You stopped yourself from disturbing the tray but he didn’t remove his hands.

“You don’t expect me to eat alone, do you?” He grinned and patted the spot you were in less than an hour ago this morning.

“It’s rude of me not to join you I suppose,” you cuddled up next to him, his warm skin heating yours.

“I love you so much,” he told you as he cut pancake before holding it up to your mouth with a fork.

You glanced down at the bite, then at your boyfriend.

“I love you but I’m not a baby,” you rolled your eyes when he waved it in front of you.

“Mommy’s need to eat, you know,” he said with a coy smile on his face.

“Let’s save that for after breakfast,” you ate from the fork, knowing he was just trying to return the care you give him.

“Fine…whoah, apple juice,”

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[cevans-is-classic]

Of Steve and Tony, who is more likely to be:

Boyfriend's dad who has his eye on you

Dad's best friend who fucks you when your dad isn't around

Plumber/mechanic who comes over when your husband isn't home to "fix" stuff

Okay, first, I am sorry I've been dark — literally have been going from work, class, home, bed and repeat 😴

Now: Tony is hard-core the mechanic/plumber/porn-star handyman who comes to fix things when Steve's husband isn't home. Only Tony is the husband and this is a role play and Steve thinks it's ridiculous cuz Tony arrived via the elevator to HIS penthouse in HIS building to fix a kitchen light HE broke and a toilet that wasn't broken, but Steve got to watch him bend and stretch all sweaty and hot so it was worth it 🥵

Steve is 100% Dads best friend who fucks Tony on Howard's desk, holding his head down to keep Tony still as he slams into him from behind. Tony is speechless, lost, equal parts scared that someone will notice the office door is shut even though Howard isn't home and begging for his Dad to walk in and see his perfect fucking Steve raw dogging his mistake of a son, listen to the way Steve calls him Good Boy and Beautiful as he takes him apart.

Lastly the boyfriends dad who has his eye on you is a switch in my head. It could be Steve visiting Peter, or Bucky or even Bruce and he's shy, nervous, they haven't been dating long and he doesn't know if he wants to keep dating them or stay friends. This weekend was supposed to be the weekend he makes his decision but the choice is taking out of his hands when Mr. Stark walks in, shirt sleeves rolled up, smile bright as he sees his son for the first time in months and gathers him into a hug before realizing another college student was there.

"Hello." Tony shakes Steve's hand and the rough feeling of his palm against Steve's make his stomach drop.

Later when Peter, or Bucky or even Bruce is asleep and Steve's is contemplating leaving while staring at the ceiling of the living room his stolen choice is made by a cleared throat and Tony telling him he'd never seen someone blush so pretty

BUT

You have Tony — who is on his third degree and only ever had one friend in Rhodey so when Clint, or Johnny or Thor starts to smile his way and call him interesting he doesn't hesitate to accept the few dates, the hesitant kisses even when Tony has done things he'd rather forget because it feels nice. It feels even better when he's invited to a weekend home like he's wanted.

So when Mr. Rogers looks at him from across the table, eyebrow raised, face focused with intent as Tony rambles about his latest project it feels even fucking better. Who is he to turn away the attention of a man who looks like a Greek God inviting him to see his art work and telling him his eyes are the prettiest thing he'd ever seen as he fucks into him.

#stevetony #steve rogers and tony stark #steve rogers/tony stark #steve rogers #tony stark #stony #thank you for this ugh

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omg 30 with harley and peter pretty please? <33

y’all fucking saw that prompt list and had the same thought and I respect that

prompt: hey bud. I didn't mean to reveal that I can read minds but I gotta know what in the actual hell is going on in your head, do you live like this? always??

Read Saw it in the Movies here on ao3

~~~

He wasn’t born with the ability to read minds. At least, he didn’t think he was. 

The truth is, he couldn’t remember much from before New York. 

Well, that was sort of a lie. He remembers Tennessee a little bit, and his mom vaguely. He thinks he might have had a sister. He knows he was adopted. That’s why he has a different last name from his dad, because once all this was over, he might be able to go home. Still, his dad-

“Hey, is it cool if I go to the movies with Harry?”

“Is your homework done?”

“Mostly. I just need to edit that English paper, but our teacher says we do better if we take a break between finishing and revising it.”

“Then I don’t see why you can’t. Do you need any money for tickets or snacks?”

“I think I still have some left over from my last birthday. Harry, he says we can go!”

Harry Osborn popped his head out from where he was hiding. “Thanks Mr. Stark!”

“Don’t mention it, kid. Say hello to your father for me when you see him.”

“You got it, Mr. Stark. Come on Harley, let’s get going.”

“I’m coming, I’m coming!”

When he first started being able to read minds, there was no going to the movies. There were no friends. There wasn’t anything really. Just a dark, soundproof room, and a lot of doctors. 

Now he could filter out everyone else's thoughts. They were still there, but it was more like a quiet buzzing that he could block out instead of the hurricane of noise he used to feel. 

The movies are one of his favorite places to go because most people have similar thoughts, and Harley doesn’t have to focus so hard on dampening them. 

“Hey, wait a second kiddo.” Harry was already out the door when his dad stopped him. 

“Everything alright?”

“Yeah, it’s fine. You’re okay, right?”

“Never better.”

“Good. Don’t stay out too late please. My new intern is coming in to train tomorrow, and I want you to meet him.”

“Okay. What time is he getting here?”

“He should be here around 10am. You don’t have to be in the lab then, but just come down before he leaves please.”

“Sure. And I promise I’ll be on my best behavior. I won’t even try to read his thoughts like I did with the last guy.”

“I appreciate that. As much as I like not having a spy in my lab, I also like avoiding people finding out about your abilities via insane scandals. Now go, your friend is waiting.”

“Thanks dad!” He ran to meet Harry, who was waiting patiently by the elevator. 

“Did you dad want something?”

“It was just about some work stuff, nothing to worry about. Seriously, if we don’t leave now, we’re going to miss the movie.”

~~~

Movie theaters were Harley’s favorite place in the world next to his dad’s lab. Being enveloped in a large, dark space felt safe, and he loved the general excitement it seemed to radiate. 

Basically, it was the ideal place to let go for once.

“Are we thinking action or horror?”

“Action,” Harley replied immediately. As much as he loved the movies, scary ones always brought out the worst thoughts in people. 

“Predictable. Two for Batman please?” Harry addressed the box office attendant. 

“We could always go see a rom-com.”

“Why do you hate me?”

Harley took his ticket with a snort. “Because you’re my best friend. It’s, like, a legal requirement.”

“Fair enough. The opening credits should start rolling soon.”

As they settled into their seats, Harley waited for the lights to dim, closed his eyes, and opened his mind to the people around him. It was so nice to just relax for once.

“You’re not going to fall asleep again, are you?” Harry asked. “I will stop going to the movies with you if you keep doing this.”

“No, I just love the feeling of the sound coming up. Try it.”

“You’re so weird, man,” he said, but complied regardless. “Now what?”

“Shhh.”

Moments later, the speakers rang to life, and Harley tapped into the positivity around him. 

Harry grunted. “I guess you win this round, Keener.”

“Always do, Osborn.”

They quieted down to watch the movie, and Harley let it roll over him. Maybe he needed to take breaks like these more often. 

~~~

But of course all good things must come to an end, so obviously he woke up the next morning with a migraine.

“Fuck,” he muttered to himself. He had shit to do that day and a migraine was going to make everything awful. 

When he got migraines, he couldn’t control the thought flow as well, and that made for all sorts of problems. Usually when this happened, he locked himself in his room and didn’t come out until it was over, but he made a promise. 

He slowly eased himself out of bed and got dressed, keeping the lights off the whole time. It took some time since pretty much everything hurt, but he managed. 

Walking with his eyes closed wasn’t really an option, but he used the wall to guide himself to the elevator and slumped inside. He was able to hit the down button, and let himself be carried downwards, trying his best to hold himself up on the hand rails. 

The lab doors opened automatically upon his approach, and he glanced up quickly to see a boy hunched over a work station, clearly absorbed in whatever he was doing. 

Thank god, Harley thought. If he’s focused, his thoughts won’t hurt.

Then he walked through the door and was met with a wall of chaos. 

Somehow, his dad’s new intern had Star Wars quotes, Star Trek theories, equations for quantum theory, and the chemical equations for his own work all in his head, along with things Harley could never begin to decipher.

“Hey, you must be Harley.” The guy noticed him. “I’m Peter- hey are you alright?”

“Headache,” he gasped, trying not to pass out as his voice bounced around inside Harley’s skull. 

“Should I call someone?”

“My dad- Tony,” he stuttered. “Is he-?”

“Shh, shh, hey it’s okay. I’ll get him, you’re alright.”

Harley thought heard him start to yell ‘Mr. Stark!’, but before he saw whether or not his dad was there, he collapsed, and everything went dark. 

~~~

He came to in a hospital bed with a handsome man he didn’t know sitting in the chair next to him, holding his hand. 

“What happened?” he groaned.

“You’re awake,” the person said. “Thank god. I mean, we didn’t think you were going to die or anything, but you just keeled over. Is that normal for you?”

“Pretty safe to say it’s not,” he snorted humorlessly. “Peter, right?”

“Yeah. This isn’t really how I expected to meet you.” 

“I'm with you. Talk about bad first impressions.”

“I’ve seen worse. Seriously though, are you okay?”

“I am now. Sometimes I get these nasty migraines, and it got so much worse when I walked into the lab because-” he froze. 

“Because what?”

“Okay, listen, I barely know you and I don’t usually tell people this, but I can sort of read minds, and dude, what the actual hell is going on in your head? Do you live like this?”

Peter blinked at him. “I… do.”

“That sucks. You should really get that checked out.”

“You can read minds?”

“Yeah.”

“How?” 

Harley shrugged. 

“What am I thinking now?”

He really didn’t want to subject himself to Peter’s brain again, but his headache was gone, so it should be all right. Harley reached out with his mind to tap into Peter’s, only to discover that the buzz was no longer there. 

“I don’t know,” he laughed. 

“But you said-”

“I know what I said. Hold on.” He focused harder on it, and sure enough it was gone. “Holy shit, it’s finally gone,” he said gleefully. “Dad!”

“You’re awake! We were worried about you.”

“Dad, I can’t hear thoughts anymore!”

“What?”

“I can’t read anybody else’s thoughts! I’ve tried, they’re just not there anymore.”

“How can that be possible?”

“I don’t know. Maybe his thoughts overloaded my circuits or something. It makes sense since they’re the last ones I read.”

He squinted at Peter. “Do I want to know what’s going on in there?”

“No you don’t,” he and Harley said in unison.

“Noted. I’m going to go get the doctor. You might need to go in for a CT scan and an MRI, but if you can’t hear thoughts anymore, that’s good news.”

With that he walked out, and the room lapsed into silence. 

Harley leaned back in the bed, reveling in the quiet. 

“How long were you able to do that?”

“So long,” Harley said without opening his eyes. “It’s been years.”

“Wow.”

“I’m not going to miss it, that’s for sure.”

They listened to the bustle of doctors and nurses outside for a while until Harley spoke again. 

“Hey, I know we just met, but can I ask you something?”

He stirred in his uncomfortable hospital chair. “Sure.”

“Why were you holding my hand when I woke up?”

“I don’t know, you see it in the movies all the time, so I just thought, you know…”

Harley burst out laughing. “Oh man, that’s amazing. Maybe once I’m out of here, you can hold my hand for real, all right?”

Peter grinned. “I think we could make that happen.”

#ellis writes #parkner #harley keener #peter parker #hurt/comfort #little bit of fluff #mind reading #chaotic thoughts #prompts #anon

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Starker - The Beach War

Peter loves the sunshine.

He loves the sand under his toes, the little shore-line waves bumping against his ribs, he loves the sound of gulls swooping low, but he loves the sunshine most of all.

Steve warns him not to spend too much time out in the sun. Steve buys him sunscreen and umbrellas and hats.

But if the damning red crest over the bridge of his nose is anything to go by- Peter takes little heed.

“I’m going to aerobics,” Peter chirps sweetly, pouring coffee into Steve’s mug and reaching for his headband on a Tuesday morning.

His husband, in slacks and a still-unbuttoned shirt, looks up from the morning paper with a small, curious smile. “Didn’t you go yesterday?”

Peter nods, “I like it.”

“Alright. I suppose you deserve to enjoy yourself. Now that I’m officially a ballot candidate, thanks to you.”

Peter smiles warmly, reaching over to kiss Steve’s mouth and wipe the toast crumbs from his husband’s chin. “We all collected those signatures.”

Steve laughs at his modesty. “It’s one step closer to stopping Stark from destroying this town. I won’t rest till it’s done, Pete. Bucky’s coming over today, to help with the campaign.”

“Okay. Well, there’s lasagne in the fridge left over, will you two be alright?”

“Yeah.” His blue eyes run over Peter’s face. “Have you been wearing suncream?”

“Yes,” Peter lies, but is it really a lie? He tries to. He does, at least like, 50% of the time. Maybe 40.

Steve accepts it easily, and kisses Peter again, and then Peter’s out of the door and into the sunshine and free.

***

Class is perfect. Adrenaline-pumping, vibrant, fantastic, and it fills Peter with energy and when it’s over, dripping with sweat as he heads into the cool, air-conditioned bliss of the mall and wiggles his toes in his shoes.

He’s free the whole day.

He’s going to spend it in the water. On the beach.

He buys a danish from the new mall store, and is heading for the automatic doors when it catches his eye.

A familiar face. Or rather, fifteen of that unfamiliar face, splashed across a display for the new colour tvs. Beck. Peter stops despite himself and watches through the glass as fifteen Quinten Beck’s lecture on how environmental restrictions are really just restricting progress.

Peter takes another bite of his Danish and warm icing dribbles down his fingers. He licks it off angrily. Ugh, Beck. He was a dick in college, and he’s an even bigger dick now. What did Peter ever see in him?

He scoffs, turning away, only to come face-to-face with-

Oh. Handsome. Very handsome. Peter can’t help but be a little winded at the tanned skin, groomed hair and expensive suit and then-

Oh. Shit. It’s Tony Stark. Is it? It must be. It looks like him from the papers, and the interviews and- Yes. Yes, it is. The camera’s, already flattering, still don’t do him justice. It’s Tony Stark. Standing right here, in the mall that he had all those trees chopped down to make.

“You seemed drawn to him, and then you scoffed. It doesn’t speak to you?”

Peter blinks. Stark’s voice is lovely. Smooth. Just how it sounds in the adverts. “Oh!” Peter hums, hastily swallowing his mouthful of Danish. Stark’s eyes are roving over him- not even subtly. What is he looking for? Peter shifts a little in his workout gear. These shorts are very short, he must look- there’s probably icing on his lips and- “I don’t- I wasn’t drawn to him.” Peter insists, “I just know him- uh, Beck. I know him in real life.”

“I see,” Stark grins, eyes all amused, “do you have one?”

Peter blinks. He watches Tony’s eyes dip over his form once again. Rest on his lips. Peter licks them reflexively. He knows Tony isn’t married, but- “I do. I’m uh- I’m married. Sorry.”

Tony laughs, and Peter feels his cheeks flush. “I meant: do you have a colour tv? I know you’re married.”

Peter frowns. How is that possible- oh. He glances at his ring and manages a little laugh. “Perceptive.” He hums.

Tony lifts an eyebrow, a little quizzically. “No.” He says slowly,  “I know who you are, Peter Rogers. I saw the “Save our Wave” campaign. You and your husband. Smart way to launch. Ocean in the background. You looked….radiant.”

Oh god. Tony Stark knows who he is.

Peter brushes his hair behind his ears and doesn’t know what to say. “Uh...thank you.”

Tony grins. “Good ad. But it won’t be enough. It can’t stop progress.” Tony steps forward, so they’re a little closer than what’s proper, and his voice drops into something lower. His fingers graze Peter’s bare shoulder. “But I’m not sure you want to stop progress, do you, pumpkin?”

Is he talking about his aerobics outfit? Or the fact he was watching colour tv? Or the fact that he’s in the mall, having just finished a mall class, eating a mall-pastry, and watching mall-tv? Despite the fact that he’s supposedly against the mall.

Peter ignores the ripple of goosebumps that spread across his skin. He lifts his nose, but Tony still towers over him. “I do not agree wih Quinten Beck.” He snaps. “I’m sorry, but we do care about the environment. And we’re not going to have our beach destroyed for another mall.”

He pulls away then, pushing past Tony.

“Peter,” Tony says, and he can’t help but look back. Tony stands there, stupidly handsome, hands in his pockets, and his voice is as cool as the ocean-breeze when he says, “If I were married to you, I’d put you in my campaign videos too. You’ve got a face that changes minds, sweetheart.”

Another furious, heated blush, and Peter bumbles out into the sunshine.

Beach. He needs to go to the beach. Stat.

***

Peter’s freckles always make their debut in the LA Summer.

He serves a pitcher of ice-cold lemonade as he, Steve and Bucky take lunch out on the patio.

Bucky and Steve are pressed close together. It’d be odd, if it wasn’t so commonplace. But Peter expects it now. They’re childhood friends. It’s fine, probably. He tries not to think about it too much. Because he knows Steve. And Steve is kind and loyal, and even if he wanted to- he wouldn’t cheat on Peter.

Unfortunately, Peter thinks Steve might want to. More and more lately, now that Bucky’s basically been living here to help with the campaign.

“Thanks, Sweatpea,” Bucky murmurs, as Peter refills his glass.

For the man who’s stealing away his husband, Peter should probably like Bucky less. “No problem, James. Do you guys want more pecan pie?”

“It’s alright, sugar. Steve and I will eat at the community luncheon.”

Peter blinks. He turns to Steve, who looks away bashfully.

“What?” Bucky asks, reading their faces.

“We were invited to the Harrisson’s gala this afternoon.” Peter points out, still looking at Steve’s face, “it’s a great opportunity to raise some funds-”

“It’s a stuck up crowd,” Bucky points out, not incorrectly, “not exactly who we want associated with Steve’s campaign.”

“Right,” Peter hums, because Steve had a choice between him and Bucky, and Bucky’s already won.

“I’m sorry, Pete,” Steve says earnestly, reaching his large hand across the table to take Peter’s. Bucky looks away. “I just feel the luncheon has a lot more to offer. You can go to the gala by yourself, can’t you? You’re more than amazing without me dragging you down.”

Not true. Peter thinks, because as much as he loves being free, Steve’s all-American home spun wholesomeness always leaves a trail of admirers.

“Okay,” he murmurs. “You guys have fun.”

He collects the rest of the dishes and takes them inside, unaware that he has a Bucky-shaped shadow until he’s corned next to the kitchen sink.

“I’m sorry.” Bucky says, bowing his head, and Peter half-smiles. “I wouldn’t have suggested it if I knew you guys had already-”

“It’s alright.” Peter says softly, “I think he would rather be with you anyway.”

Bucky’s eyes snap to his, ice-blue and frightened and hopeful. “Pete…” he says, voice a little raw. “It’s not…”

“You guys alright in there?” Steve calls from outside.

Peter ducks under Bucky’s arm, and it isn’t very difficult to make his voice bright when he calls back: “Just fine!”

***

The Harrison’s own a ridiculously nice estate, and Peter only feels a little out of place. He’s in the dark blue silks he brought with him to LA all those years ago, and Mr Harrisson greets him warmly at the door.

It’s...better than he thought it would be. It turns out he doesn’t really need Steve. At all, actually. He’s clever and he has his degree and he knows a lot about the environment. People like him. They respond to him. It’s-

“Just look at you,” comes a whistle, and Peter turns slowly to see Tony Stark in a tuxedo.

Fuck. It’s a very tasty sight. Tastier than the crab rolls being handed out, and they were pretty damn incredible.

“You’re just working the room, aren’t you, honey?” Tony drawls, voice dripping with appreciation and something low and dark and-

“I’m uh, I’m trying,” Peter manages, feeling his cheeks flush.

Tony looks like he wants to step closer, but he doesn’t. Peter kind of- maybe a little- wants him too. “And where’s your very lucky husband?”

“Oh, he’s...he’s not here.”

Tony’s eyes light up. “Really? Well, how about you and me get some air?”

The Harrison’s house sits on the beach, and Peter kicks off his shoes and is pulled down onto the sand as easy as breathing.

God, the ocean air. He rolls up his trousers, sinks his feet into the cold, trembling waves.

“Just look at you,” Tony hums, and Peter turns to see he’s being watched, and Tony’s skin looks even better lit by the sunset.

“You said that already,” he points out, feeling bolder, braver, now that he’s out on the beach.

“Well, maybe that’s because I can’t stop looking at you.”

Peter blushes, before stepping into the water a little further. “Are you going to join me? Or do you hate the ocean as much as you claim?”

Tony obligingly toes off his shoes. “Never said I hated the ocean. Don’t get me mixed up with Beck. I just know that sometimes we’ve gotta sacrifice things in the name of progress. Technology. The future.”

Tony pulls off his bowtie, slips off his jacket, and then comes and wades into his knees.

“Gotta sacrifice things,” Peter echoes, “like the ocean. Like trees. Who needs ‘em, right? They only give us oxygen.”

Tony grins at him. “You’re a firecracker, aren’t you, Peter? I thought you liked my mall. Or wasn’t that you? In that gorgeous little aerobics get up? Eating one of those danishes- to die for, aren’t they? Wasn’t that you, sighing at a colour tv?”

Peter scoffs because he doesn’t have a comeback, and he glances out at the horizon.

“You were mine, sweetheart, you’d be purring away with that tv at your feet. I’d buy you a hundred if you wanted ‘em. You wouldn’t want for anything.”

Jesus. Peter tries to stifle the flood of arousal that courses through him. “I’d be wanting for a husband that cared about protecting our coast line.” He manages, though it sounds a little weak.

“The coast line,” Tony hums, reaching a hand down to plunge into the water. “The beach. You a surfer?”

“No, I just...I like the beach, it makes me feel…” free “...it’s the beach. It’s nature. It’s not for us to bend and re-shape for another mall, Tony.”

Tony chuckles, “I do like to hear you say my same.”

Peter scowls, and heads back for the sand. A few splashes later, Tony follows. “You can’t...I don’t know, you can’t seduce me into supporting you.”

Tony’s hand grips around his wrist just before Peter reaches his shoes, and he’s looking up into very dark brown eyes, and a very, very appealing mouth. “I’m not trying to change your mind.” Tony murmurs, “I’m just trying to see where it is you stand. You like the mall, you didn’t mind the trees being cut down there, but the beach. The beach is where you have a problem. It’s your line.”

“It-it’-it’s not about me.” Peter stutters, feeling exposed, “My husband is the one running for-”

“And I am trying to seduce you. Have been since I saw you in that advert. Couldn’t get you out of my head. Thought they’d hired a model at first, and then I found out you were married to him. I couldn’t believe it.”

Oh. Warmth buzzes through his skin, flattered and delighted and giddy, Peter doesn’t know what in the name of hell possesses him to say: “He’s not going to be my husband for much longer.”

Tony’s eyebrows lift in surprise. Then he smirks. His hand is still wrapped around Peter’s wrist. “That so?”

A few other guests pull out onto the beach now, and Peter spots Mrs Harrisson in the distance.

“Save our wave, Mr Stark,” he whispers, unable to stop smiling, as he gathers his shoes and heads over.

***

He and Steve have sex that night.

It’s the best sex they’ve had in a long time. Passionate, erotic, and Peter knows why. It’s because he was just with Tony, and Steve was just with Bucky, and they’re both pretending.

Afterwards, still warm from the haze, they look at one another.

“I’m so sorry, Pete,” Steve whispers, voice-choked up, and Peter brushes away his tears.

“Don’t be. Where you are, it’s where I am. You and Bucky are made for each other.”

“You have someone too?” Steve asks. Peter nods. “Okay. Okay, but not till...not till after the campaign. Divorce…” the word makes him jerk a little, and Peter soothes him, “it could rock things.”

“After the campaign,” Peter nods, and they sleep in each other’s arms, and maybe it shouldn’t feel like everything’s going to be okay, but it does.

***

Steve annihilates Tony in the televised debate.

Peter knew he would. Tony is clever and pithy, but Steve is earnest, and kind, and people can see that. They can feel that. Tony handles it as well as he can, but it’s clear by the end of the interview- Steve is ahead.

Peter swims back towards the shore.

He’s still wet as he pads into the mall and heads for the pastry-store.

“I’ll get that,” Tony says, appearing from nowhere and handing over the money before Peter can fish his wallet from his ocean-wet shorts.

Tony’s hand is on the small of his back then, guiding him towards the food court, and soon Peter’s eating his pastry on a plastic red chair, and looking at Tony with wide, innocent eyes.

Tony breaks first.

“So, your husband’s campaign is a little stronger than I thought.”

Peter laughs. The sound seems to make Tony light up, and that just- Peter’s stomach tightens.

“My advisor’s are a little worried.”

“Steve is very good.” Peter agrees, taking another bite.

Tony leans across the table, and his cologne makes Peter want. “I’m better, though, Pete, is the thing.”

“Are we still talking about the campaign?”

“Let’s get dinner.” Tony says suddenly, “please. I know it’s early, but I am burning with it, Pete. I think about you all the time, I can’t keep staking out beaches and malls hoping to run into you.”

“What if someone sees us? What about Steve’s campaign-”

“It’d hurt mine just the same. Who gets the sympathy? The man being cheated on, or the man who slept with a married guy?”

Peter pulls the pastry apart with his fingers. “Just dinner?”

“At my house.”

Peter laughs, scandalised, “dinner at your house? How easy do you think I am?”

“Not easy at all. You’re fucking difficult, sweetheart. Look at what you’re wearing, fuck, it’s like you want to torture me.”

Peter tries not to blush and fails. His voice is gentle though, when he voices his main concern: “And what happens if once you’ve...once we’ve...what happens then? Curiosity satisfied, you might not want to see me anymore.”

Tony reaches across the table to touch Peter’s hand. Peter looks around worriedly, but nobody is paying them any mind.

“Is that what you’re worried about?” Tony whispers, more serious than Peter has ever seen him. “Peter, I would never get bored of you.”

“It’s happened before,” Peter says weakly, and doesn’t realise how true it is until it’s spoken aloud. The pain for the divorce yet to happen ripples across his chest. Oh god, where has this been? Someone loved him once, and then found someone else-

“I’m gonna crush him.” Tony vows, voice vicious, as soon as he spots the glitter of Peter’s tears. “I’m going to destroy his campaign-”

“No, no,” Peter insists, sniffling, and managing a small smile. “Steve is- he’s a good guy, Tony. A good guy with a good cause, you don’t need to,” Peter huffs fondly, “you don’t need to protect my honour.

“Alright,” Tony says, a little bit like he’s unconvinced, so Peter squeezes his hand.

“I want to have dinner with you. I want to feel your hands on me- I- I think about it all the time. And afterwards, I want...more.” Peter looks down at their hands. “You said you’d get me anything.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Tony whispers, “I’m going to give you everything you’ve ever wanted.”

***

The mall gets made.

In the next town over. The beach is saved. Steve wins.

They divorce.

Steve hugs him. Bucky hugs him. There’s a lot of crying, but then Peter’s being picked up in a ludicrously nice hot-red car, and there’s Tony and kissing and a house in Malibu right on the sand.

There’s a wedding, and teasing, and arguments. There’s sex. A lot of sex. There’s swimming and living and life under the sun.

There’s a thousand things. A million things.

And every day with Tony promises more.

When Peter wakes up, ready for the beach, Tony slathers him with suncream and for some reason it doesn’t feel like he’s trapped.

Maybe it was never about the suncream.

He still loves the beach. And the sunshine. And the gulls swooping low and the sand under his toes, but-

But he doesn’t need it to feel free. He feels free right here, in bed, tangled up with Tony and the promise of more.

#starker #physical inspired #background Steve x peter #no cheating #politician tony #80s setting #aerobics #Peter parker #Tony stark #Tony x peter

[oitommothetease]

Invisible String (4/?)

Pairing:  Bucky Barnes x Female reader (Modern AU)

Description: James Buchanan Barnes, the owner of the most expensive-looking club in town and your new apartment. He was a dick and you hated him. What could possibly go wrong when you, the new girl in town, start bartending at his club to pursue your dreams?

Word Count: 2.6k words

Warning: 18+ (discussion of assault, nervous breakdown, anxiety attack, just don’t read this whole series if you are a kid)

You woke up to a night of dreamless sleep like you always did, but then the events of the previous night hit you. You wished it was a dream, but one look in the mirror and a bruise running along your cheek was enough to confirm. Not only that, but you remembered asking your boss to stay over, but you didn't expect him to. The blanket on your living room’s couch and the bowl of fruits and a glass of juice situated out for you on the kitchen counter proved that he did stay.

And then the reality sunk in, you have a decision to make. You can either go to the cops or let that guy get away. The latter sounded not so great, but you knew going to the cops isn't going to be great either. You've seen enough detective shows to know that. You've had enough, and you just wanted to forget it. 

What did Mr. Barnes mean when he said you were going to talk about this? Are you supposed to visit him before work? Is he going to come to your place?

You decided to work on your book but ended up not being able to concentrate, so you started watching a show and fell asleep while watching it. Maybe some Chinese take-out could make you feel better. It didn't. Nothing made you feel better. You wished you had some friends in this new town because you didn't want to burden your work friends. 

After a horrible day of trying to cope, when you finally made your way to the club, you noticed the security was increased. Usually, security guards weren't present inside the club, but today it was different. Everyone was so vigilant and you felt a little safer. If you didn't know any better, you'd think Mr. Barnes did it for you, but again he would have done the same thing for any other employee. 

"Boss wants to see you," Pietro told you. You were about to head for Clint's office when the blond twin spoke again and pointed his finger towards the stairs." The boss."

Okay, well maybe playing naïve couldn't avoid this meeting, so you slowly walked upstairs. How bad could this go, it's not like he saw you in your most vulnerable state? Oh, wait, he did. 

You knocked on his office door, wanting to rip the band-aid and get over with it. 

"Hey," you said, faking a smile. "Thanks for getting me home last night and for breakfast today. I didn't even know I had fruits and juice at home because let's be honest, I'm a toast and coffee kinda gal."

Mr. Barnes didn't say anything, he just looked at you as if you were a confusing puzzle that he couldn't solve. He raised a hand towards the seat in front of him and you took it, nervously fiddling with your fingers under the table.

“You do that a lot, you know?” he asked, it wasn't a question, it was merely an observation.

“What?”

“Deflecting a serious issue by using a joke.” Mr. Barnes observed as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“What are you? My therapist?”

He arched an eyebrow, indicating that you were literally doing the thing he pointed out. 

"Yeah, well, it's called having a healthy coping mechanism. You should try getting one, brooding is only gonna help you this far."

 "It's not healthy if you're not dealing with it," Mr. Barnes pointed out. 

You scoffed in incredulity and you felt very, very attacked. 

What is it? Attacking y/n day?, you thought. 

"Anyway, I think I want to press charges," You changed the subject to a more serious conversation to avoid him calling you out on your bullshit. 

"Okay, I understand.” 

“You do?” You asked, bewilderment clearly written all over your face. “I mean, letting an employee go to the cops is not gonna be great for your club's reputation and yours too. And, you know, considering the shady business, you do-” 

"What exactly do you think we do?" He asked.

And that's when it hit you, you didn't know what he did or mob bosses do in general. All your knowledge about it came from movies and Wattpad, both of them are not a great place to gain knowledge.

“What exactly do you do?” you pondered.

 He obviously wasn't expecting you to directly ask him, nobody has directly asked him or even made it known that they are aware of his work. It was kind of like a silent pact that everybody signed for, everybody except you, apparently. 

“Um, you know, I've been working for almost 2 weeks here now, and I haven't seen any drugs around here, so it's obviously not drugs. You don't look like the sex trafficking types-”

 "Jesus, woman!" He exclaimed, offended by your assumptions. 

"Then just tell me what you do."

You expected him to tell you something, but he just kept looking at you with a face void of emotions.

 "Fine, don't tell me," you mumbled, raising your hands dramatically in defeat. 

“So you don't mind me ruining your reputation by going to the cops?” 

“I told you I don't care. Your safety is my utmost priority,” your face might have given away the surprise you felt because he quickly backpedaled. ”I mean, the safety of my employees.”

“The safety of my employees is my utmost priority,” he told you, providing an extra emphasis on the word employees. “Anyway, one of my people would take you to the police station near-"

You cut him off immediately. 

"No, you can't tell anyone else. I don't want everyone hopping on the pity train. I'm already ashamed that you know about it," you pleaded but your voice was firm, telling him that this was not up for a discussion.

At this, his eyes and features softened. Bucky didn't want you to feel guilty or ashamed for somebody else's actions, but clearly, you did. 

"Okay, then I can take you. You just had to explain to the officer last night’s events, and they'll ask you to recognize Rumlow and then we can-"

Mr. Barnes’s voice faded into the background when it finally hit you.

"You know what, I changed my mind. It's too much. I don't want to press charges anymore. I didn't think this through," you backtracked. You did think this through, but now all the factors were adding up in your brain. You'd have to explain the details to a cop who is probably going to be another man and a stranger, and then they'd ask you to identify the guy. You didn't think you had it in you to face him. At least not now. 

He interpreted your thought process and promptly changed the topic. "Okay, we can work with whatever you want, and at least let Peter escort you home after work."

"What? No!” You quickly declined.

“It's for your own safety,” Bucky tried to reason. He wasn't letting you get off this easily.

 “I'm a strong, independent woman and I'm not scared of anything.” 

That was a lie. You were scared of many things like heights, dark, spiders, confrontation and the list goes on and on. 

You remembered all the lectures your mom gave you telling you that women should be scared because men are monsters, and you'd lose your honor if you are reckless and some other patriarchal crap that you didn't pay attention to. But you weren't scared, you were just always careful. You'd always put the keys between your knuckles when you went home alone. In your previous job, you used to laugh it off whenever your coworkers made a sexist joke. You'd ignore the subtle shoulder touch that your previous boss did. You told yourself that this is what it takes to make it. If you were to run away every time someone eyed you in a wrong way, then you'd spend your whole life running. 

Women usually shrug this behavior off as it is what is, but the truth is it shouldn't be like this.

“Please, I insist.” 

“I'm very capable of taking care of myself. Just because one bad incident happened doesn't mean I'll fucking break!” You stated, your voice louder than your regular voice to get across your point.

That was also a lie. You were walking on a thin line and you were ignoring your emotions. You were one outburst away from a breakdown, and you just couldn't bring yourself to feel anything. 

Mr. Barnes tried to call your name, but you were already bolting out of his office. 

You needed a drink. No, fuck that. You needed multiple drinks. It wasn't exactly wise to get drunk during work, but it couldn't get any shittier than this, right?, you thought.

Right?

 Wrong. It could get way shittier than this. Now it was almost midnight, you were kind of tipsy, and you could see two Mr. Stark, your regular customer, in front of you. 

Did he have a twin? Is he and his twin brother one of those identical twins that dress up the same? Because that's what it looked like.

 “Earth to y/n," Mr. Stark said, or was it his twin? It was getting hard to keep track anymore.

 And that's when you noticed. 

“Holy, Shit. You're triplets, Mr. Stark," you announced. 

"Okay, kid, close my tab.”

“Hey, y/n. Are you okay?” Peter asked, noticing the concerned look Mr. Stark gave him before leaving.

“Yes, I'm fine. Absolutely fine.”

***

Turns out you were not fine. You've been pretty much hammered for the past week, and you could barely get a sentence out without giggling or slurring. Your colleagues took notice of your state and whenever someone pointed it out, you'd just shrug it off as a bad day or a bad week. There was no concept of time in your drunk state.

You couldn't concentrate on your book, you could barely look at someone without squinting, and you've been eating takeout and leftovers for the past few days. 

James would have fired if someone working under him was this irresponsible, but he knew your reasons. He knew you clearly weren't coping with the trauma well. Your work ethics were shoved down the trash that even Clint asked why you weren't fired yet.

Bucky didn't want to talk to you, he thought that maybe giving you some space would do you good, but clearly it wasn't working. Usually, the mob boss didn't interfere in the affairs of his employees, it was Clint's job, but when you smashed a bottle on the head of a customer, he had to interject.

“I TOLD THIS FUCKER NO!” you yelled, Peter’s hand around your middle from behind. Another empty beer bottle was in your hand, ready to be smashed across the face of the drunk dude in front of you.

Pietro and Wanda were enjoying the show. Peter, being the peace lover he is, held you back when you smashed a bottle across a drunk customer's face. Even though Peter was younger than you, he was stronger, and he was not only holding you back but also himself. He didn't want to cause a scene and that is why he was mulling comforting words in your ear like, he's not worth it, you're gonna kill this guy.

Damn right I am, you thought.

It was ironic because everyone in that club had killed someone except you.

When Bucky walked into the room, the drunk guy turned towards him and pointed at you. ”You are hiring crazy bitches now? Just called her baby girl and she went psycho!!!”

Bucky didn't understand what was happening. He told the security guards to take that man outside his club and he walked towards you. He firmly yet gently took a hold of your left arm, signaling Peter to let go of you. Without a word, he started walking in the direction of his office, dragging you along with him.

Once near his office, he lightly yanked your hand and shoved you inside, making you stand in front of him.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" he inquired, having had enough of your incompetence.

You were seething with rage. "Wrong with me? I told him no, but he didn't listen."

Bucky stepped forward, his anger dissipating into sympathy. " I know, he mumbled, "and I'm so-"

 "No, you don't know!" you yelled, body trembling and tears welling up in your eyes. "I told him no multiple times, I even tried to push him off me, but he just kept coming back."

Bucky's eyes furrowed in confusion. He didn't understand your words, the drunk customer didn't touch you. And that's when he realized, you weren't talking about the drunk customer. He cognized that the drunk guy purely triggered something that you've been suppressing for days now. Bucky was aware that you needed to get it out of your system to cope healthily.

“I told him no, you know? But he just wouldn't listen,” you stated, trying to convince yourself that you didn't lead him on. ”And he was so…. so strong and… and then he hit me and everything just went blur, I couldn't see but... but I could still feel him with me.”

Not realizing that you were not in that place anymore, you wrapped your hand around yourself to seek some sort of protection and comfort, bottom lip quivering, the welled up traitorous tears were streaming down your face and all you could think about was that night. 

“I… I can't get his touch out,” you stammered. ” I shower, multiple times a day, but I still can't get his touch out.”

With that, you broke down completely and shattered on the floor, sobbing ferociously. Your knees ached because of the position you were situated in, but the emotional pain was enough to overshadow the physical one.

For once in his lifetime, Bucky did not know what to do. Cautiously, he made his way towards you and knelt down in front of you. He did not know what to say or do to make you feel better.

You launched your body towards him, snaking your arms around his shoulder to settle on his neck as if he was the only thing grounding you. You lurched onto him like he was your anchor, and maybe he was. It took a minute for Bucky to register your actions, and when he did, he wrapped his arms around your middle and closed the minuscule distance separating you.

He surprised himself with the way one of his hands automatically reached for your hair and whispered words of comfort in your ear. He caught you as you crumpled physically and emotionally. 

”You're going to be okay, doll,” he whispered and kissed your temple with sincerity. ”I will make sure of that.”

The second part was barely audible, it wasn't meant for you, it was a promise he made to himself.

Bucky held you tightly yet gently while you sobbed on his shoulder.

 He didn't know how long he held you, it felt like an eternity to him with the way he could feel the guilt and rage inside him. When you passed out in his arms, he gently placed you on one of the comfortable couches in his office and draped a blanket around you that he had for when he would work late at night.

An office chair might not be the most ideal place to spend the night in, but it didn't matter to Bucky. All that mattered was you.

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[the-bau-quinjet]

Round 2: Tik Tok

Bucky x reader

Part 2 to Round 1: Fruit Snacks

Summary: You enlist Peter to help you prank Steve, Sam, and Bucky.

Warnings: Language!

Word Count: 1795

a/n: Ahh, part 2! Gotta love tik tok. This entire part was inspired by the first Chris Evans tik tok I linked... I linked all the tik toks I referenced, but the descriptions in the fic have been edited a bit to better fit the scene!

Masterlist

"Peter!" You called to him from the other end of the hallway as he entered the elevator. "Hold the door!"

He smiled back at you, holding the doors open as you ran down the hallway.

"Perfect. I need your help." You whispered as the doors closed, never knowing if a super soldier could hear you or not. You had an evil glint in your eyes that clearly said you were scheming.

"Oh, okay. What do you need Ms. L/N?" His eyes were wide, never having seen you this devious before.

"Peter. How many times have I told you to just call me Y/N? You make me feel old, and I am not old." You huffed, stalling for time.

"Right, Y/N. Got it. What do you need my help with?" He asked as the elevator doors opened.

You peaked your head, looking both ways before exiting. You gestured for him to follow you, exiting the compound and walking toward the gate where May was picking him up after a date with Happy.

"I need you to play the video on this flash drive at Tony's next party." You said when you reached the end of the driveway, handing him the mentioned flash drive.

"Why?" He took the device, albeit with a bit of hesitation.

"Because, I'm pranking Steve, Sam, and Bucky. They tried to get me the other day and failed miserably. Honestly, just watching them on edge has been great, but it's time for payback." You smirked, knowing the prank wouldn't do any real harm.

"Oh, Mr. Stark told me about that!" His eyes were wide with recognition. "Good job with the fake crying, I would've loved to see it."

"Well, you can help me get them back if you play that on the projector screen at Tony's next party." You nodded toward the flash drive, wanting to confirm the plan.

"What is it?" Peter looked nervous, unsure if he should get involved.

"Don't worry, it's nothing bad. Just a few tik toks I found from fans. Three for each of them." You smirked, already picturing the blushes. This would really get Steve and Bucky more than Sam, but when you came across the first video you couldn't not do it.

"Alright. I'm in!" He smiled, happy to help you. "But, why can't you just play the video?" He questioned, obviously not well versed in the world of pranks.

"Because, if they see me doing anything out of the ordinary at the party, they'll know something's up. I have to act normal, so it's a surprise." You outline the plan, explaining the need for two people.

"Why me?" He asked again, genuinely curious.

"Because, they won't think I'd go to you for help. They think you'll do anything to get them to stop teasing you, so they won't see it coming."

Peter nodded, understanding your logic. "Wow. You've really thought of everything." He smiled as May pulled up.

"I know. It's going to be great." You smirked, turning and running back inside before anyone could see you.

-

The night of the party, it took everything in you not to wear the world's biggest smirk.

Sam, Bucky, and Steve have been on edge ever since your warning, waiting for you to strike. They were huddled by the bar, appearing deep in conversation.

"Hi boys." You greeted them from behind, causing them to jump at the intrusion.

Sam recovered first, smirking at you. "Y/N. We've got a theory."

You raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.

"You warned us about your next prank, and then planned nothing." You bit your lip, trying to appear deep in thought.

"Interesting theory. What do you have to support it?" You tilted your head to the side, waiting for more of an explanation.

"It's been a week, and you haven't done anything." Steve started, less confident than Sam, but still sounding sure.

"I haven't?" You questioned, enjoying watching them squirm. "You sure?"

Bucky shook his head with a grin. "You're doing it again. Trying to make us paranoid."

Your gave them your sweetest smile, running your hand up and down Bucky's arm. "Whatever you say, dear." You said it with mock reassurance, then walked away grinning.

The three men shared a look, trying not to seem overly paranoid, but failing.

-

You felt eyes on you for the entire party. There was never a minute at least one of them wasn't watching your every move. You were fairly certain they were even keeping tabs on Wanda and Nat, just to make sure you hadn't enlisted their help.

You chatted with Nat, Wanda, and Pepper, danced for a bit, and ate some food, all while ignoring their stares.

Around 9:30, Peter managed to get the video queued up. All eyes were on the projector screen at the sudden noise.

A tik tok started playing, flashing different images of Steve as the music played.

"Hush hush hush, blush blush blush, you are now my big fat crush."

Steve's face grew redder as the video played, turning into a tomato by the end.

"Love me, and hug me, and touch me. And well, fuck me."

Another video immediately started playing, also featuring pictures of Steve.

The caption read "Let me present to you: Steve Rogers Walking" backed by some sexy music.

"When marimba rhythm starts to play, dance with me, make me sway."

Clips of Steve walking, whether it be in uniform from a news clip or in suits from press events, graced the screen.

He was hiding his head in his hands, too embarrassed to even think you could have done this. He had been watching you all night, you couldn't have set up the video.

Bucky and Sam laughed as a third video started to play.

The on screen text read as follows:

"People: how do you sleep at night? Me:"

A girl fell into her bed, swaddled in a blanket covered in pictures of Steve.

The screen flashed black for a few seconds, making everyone think the impromptu display was over. That is, until a new video began playing.

A heavy bass started thumping as a girl appeared on screen, counting down with her fingers along with the sound.

"3, 2, 1."

Sam appeared on screen, a plethora of his most used interview and press clips being played.

He was enjoying the praise, although slightly embarrassed at the video being played in front of all these people.

Another video began playing, showing Sam acting out different Avengers in a game of charades.

"Oh!" It was highly edited to draw attention to his amusing sound effects.

Finally, a clip from an interview Sam did with Steve and Scott came up.

"The problem isn't the kids, the problem is the parents."

You knew he wouldn't be embarrassed by the same things as Steve, so you chose a few random videos you found to call him out for not always thinking before speaking.

The screen flashed black again, transitioning to videos of Bucky.

A clip that had gone viral from Sam's account was edited with new music, resulting in the crowd hearing Bucky say:

"Suck my dick!" Followed by the song "if you gave me a chance, i would take it."

These videos were really just for you. You watched them so many times while looking for the three best ones.

Although, Bucky's wide eyes and rosy cheeks definitely didn't hurt.

The next video began with Sexy Back by Justin Timberlake.

"Take it to the chorus. Come here girl."

Pictures of Bucky flashed across the projector screen, showing off his physique. You don't know where fans find this pictures, but you loved them for it.

The last video of Bucky was a pov someone made about yours and Bucky's relationship. Although the two of you were flirty, nothing had been discussed.

Maybe that's why you chose this one.

You and Bucky were having a fake conversation that went as follows:

Y/N: "Bucky, I like your last name."

Bucky: "Oh thanks, that's sweet."

Then, in sync with the music in the background:

Y/N: "Can I steal it from you?"

Bucky: "Of course, doll."

Y/N: "What'd he sayyyyy?"

The crowd laughed at that one, knowing how the media and fans speculate about your relationship.

Finally, the screen went dark, no more videos lined up to play.

You made your way over to the guys as everyone resumed their normal party activities.

"What a show guys. Really well done. Don't forget to thank your fans." You slow clapped, enjoying their flustered faces.

"How long were you planning that?" Steve, blush just beginning to fade, questioned you.

"I've had the video made for 6 days. I started planning the second you left for the store." You grinned, enjoying the high of a good, harmless prank.

"We've been watching you all night. How did you manage to queue the video?" Sam questioned, eyes narrowed.

"I had help." You shrugged noncommittally. You wouldn't give up Peter's role in the prank unless he wanted you to.

"From? We had eyes on Nat and Wanda." Bucky questioned further, but you just shook your head.

"I can't reveal my sources." You laughed again at their matching looks of annoyance.

Suddenly, something clicked for Bucky.

"So, you chose all of the videos?" He sounded so curious, you couldn't help but fill him in.

"I did. It didn't take long. The internet is full of videos of the three of you. They were pretty fun to look through." You laughed at a few videos you opted to leave out of the montage.

"What's this about you liking my last name then?" Bucky had a new confidence about him with this question.

Having expected this question at some point, you had already thought of how you would answer.

"Well, the fans want what they want. Maybe we should give it to them." You stepped closer as Sam and Steve awkwardly shuffled away.

"You think so, doll?" Bucky relied, hands moving to your waist.

"I don't see why not." You closed the distance, pressing your lips to his in a moment you had been thinking about for months.

You moved together, pulling each other closer even when you were already chest to chest.

Eventually, the sound of a throat clearing caused you to break apart.

Tony was playfully glaring at the two of you.

"L/N, if you ever use my protégé to pull a stunt like that again, at least include some videos of me." He whined.

You laughed at his statement, having expected him to be annoyed at you interrupting his party.

"Can do Stark."

He walked off as you turned back to Bucky, whose mouth was hung open like a fish.

You gave him a questioning look as he sputtered.

"Parker helped you?!"

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[spideykaiparker]

Field Trip Gone Wrong

Peter Parker x Avenger!Reader

Warnings : slight angst, some fluff, terrible fight scene🤩

summary : Peter's Decathlon team was going on a Field Trip, on the way there, they encountered some trouble, leading to Peter revealing both of yours identities.

a/n : I'm so sorry this is really bad:( i kinda gave up on this halfway writing it, but decided to continue it. i promise i will come up with better fics than this one! also sorry for the horrible superhero name, i didn't know what else to name with the superpowers. English is not my first language, i apologize for any grammar or spelling mistakes.

Happy Reading! ^_^

Peter's decathlon team was going on a field trip to some museum, Peter didn't really want to go, he didn't want to leave you alone, he wanted to stay with you, go on missions with you, but instead he's going on this field trip without you.

You were an avenger, you have telekenesis, pyrokinesis, and hydrokinesis. Tony recruited you after he found out that there was a new vigilante in queens. You have quite a bit of a reputation, and when he found out that you were around peter's age, he asked peter to convince you to join the avengers.

you were a bit reluctant at first, not really wanting to work with a team, much more comfortable with working alone, but after a bit of negotiating, you eventually agreed. Tony designed a new suit for you, it was similar to Black Widow's but yours is black, with some dark blue accents on the middle and on your arms, like this.

you usually go on missions with Peter, the both of you were quite the dream team, many people think that you both looked cute together, seeing you guys head to the crime scenes together is absolutely iconic, with peter swinging around buildings and you flying with your telekinesis.

shortly after you were recruited as an avenger, you and peter got closer to each other, then eventually leading him to ask you on a date, and from there bloomed a beautiful relationship.

~

"alright everyone, onto the bus!" Mr. Harrington said loudly clapping his hands. one by one, Peter's teammates filed into the school bus, with Peter and Ned following behind.

"dude! are you wearing your suit underneath?" Ned whisper-shouted when he saw something red poking out from underneath of his collar.

peter quickly moved to cover the exposed part, "shh! yes, I'm wearing it, just in case, i got this weird feeling when i was getting ready this morning." he explained quietly.

"oh you mean your peter tingle?" Ned asked as they moved to the back seats of the bus.

"please don't call it that" he exasperated, "but yes, my spidey-sense" he continued, shuffling inside the school bus.

"Awesome!" Ned exclaimed excitedly.

"no, not awesome, something could seriously go wrong today!" Peter whisper-shouted, throwing his hands to the air.

"okay okay, we'll keep a lookout for anything suspicious" Ned put his hands on peter's shoulder in an act of comfort.

peter sighed and slid down in his seat, wishing that this field trip will end quickly even though it has only barely begun.

throwing his head back on the seats, he decided to call you to check how you're doing and also maybe because he may or may not have missed you already.

Pulling out his phone, he searched through his contacts, eventually stopping on your name, 'Y/N💖' and your profile picture, a picture of you and peter cuddling on the couch, your face buried in his chest and his head resting on top of yours, while your arms wrapped tightly around each other.

He pressed the call icon, waiting for you to answer, after a few rings, you finally answered.

"hey pete, what's wrong?" he sighed in content when he heard your voice, wishing you were here by his side.

"nothing's wrong, i-i just... missed you" he stuttered out, feeling a bit embarrassed that he already missed you even if he just saw you more or less an hour ago.

"awee pete, you just saw me an hour ago" you cooed but really, you missed him too.

"i-i know, I'm sorry"

"noo don't say sorry, you don't have anything to be sorry for, i missed you too, pete" you sighed out.

"t-that's great then" he hummed.

"but is there seriously nothing wrong?"

"well no, at least for now, but i got a weird feeling earlier, me and ned are on a lookout for anything suspicious" he explained, sitting back on his seat.

"okay, if anything happens, call me, okay?"

"yeah, of course" running a hand through his curly locks, his phone was suddenly snatched harshly by none other than Flash.

"what's up parker? you talking to your imaginary girlfriend?" he taunted, looking at the screen seeing your name and profile picture.

"give it back Flash" he stood up, making a move to grab his phone back, but Flash dodged his attempts.

"who's Y/N huh? did you pay someone to pretend to be your girlfriend?"

"what the fuck, Flash? that doesn't even makes sense, why would i do that?" peter exasperated, throwing his hands to the air.

"well i don't know, you're the one that did it, maybe you did it to make yourself look like less of a nerd" Flash continued taunting him.

"—peter? you there?" your voice rang out.

Flash pressed the phone against his ear, "hey! are you really peter's girlfriend?" he asked.

"uh.. yeah? why are you asking?" you were confused now, but then putting the pieces together, concluding that this was Flash, the guy who bullied peter all throughout highschool.

"did he pay you to say that?"

"what? no! why do you even care about peter so much— you're like, obsessed with him dude, are you sure you don't have a crush on him?" you retaliated back.

"ew! why would anyone even like him, I'm so much better than him—" he started, but got cut off by you.

"Oh really? what? you think just because you have money, you're much better than peter? what do you have besides money that makes you better than peter? oh right, nothing. and you bullying him doesn't make you even better. peter is so much better than you ever will be, he's smart, handsome, kind, and much more that I can't even count on my fingers. just because you have money, doesn't makes you better than anyone else." you spat, fed up by his behaviors towards peter, someone has to put him in his place.

Flash froze, his mouth opening and closing like a fish, eyes wide, he's glad that he didn't put the call on loudspeaker or else that would make the situation even more embarrassing than it already is.

peter, because of his superhearing, heard every word that came out of your mouth, he's awestruck because of the fact that you defended him form Flash like that.

"w-whatever, peter is still a nerd anyway" he replied, not knowing what else to say, then quickly giving peter his phone back, going back to his seat, while you laughed wholeheartedly.

"oh my god, Y/N, that was awesome!" he beamed with a bright smile on his face.

"yeah, yeah i know I'm awesome"

he was about to reply, but turns out his senses were right, because suddenly, the school bus was forced to come to a halt. The bus was stopped by a group of men, three in total, each wearing masks that covers their whole face.

"—pete? you there?" you questioned, wondering why he suddenly got quiet.

"yeah, Y/N, i think my feeling was right, something did happen..." he trailed off.

"what's wrong pete?!" you demanded.

"i don't know, these guys just showed up out of nowhere, can you come here? i think i might need some help" he explained, scanning the situation.

"yeah, okay, I'll tell Mr. Stark too, okay? but i think he'll arrive a bit longer, i heard he had a business trip"

"okay, just get here as fast as you can" then he hung up, quickly texting you the address where they're at, then turning off his phone, because one of the guys climbed onto the bus and demanded that they got off the bus and followed them, pointing a gun at them.

slowly, he and his teammates got off the bus, leaving their stuff in the bus, they were at an empty road, they were guided to a large field not too far from the road.

the three men ordered them to kneel on the ground with their hands behind their backs.

peter was contemplating on what to do, if he tries to do something now, then his identity will be revealed, but at the same time, if he didn't do anything, his teammates are in great danger, he could wait for you to come, but who knows what will happen while waiting for you, and besides, they were pretty far away from the compound, so it will take a while for you to arrive.

one of the guys pointed a gun at Mr. Harrington and all of them gasped simultaneously, while the other two went back to the bus to grab their phones.

the two guys came back with the phones, but before they could dial anyone, peter suddenly stood up slowly, with his hands in the air. the guys immediately pointed their guns towards him.

his teammates looked at him like he was crazy, there's no way peter could do anything in this situation, but actually they're wrong, peter can do something, he doesn't care if it will reveal his identity, what's important is to protect his teammates.

'what are you doing?' ned mouthed to him, eyes wide, not actually thinking peter is going to do what he's thinking. But peter only replied by giving him a determined look.

"hey man... look we can talk this out, just put down the gun..." he trailed off, his middle and ring finger slowly coming down to press the buttons on his palms, his webshooters ready to shoot.

"hey! stand down! or else I'm going to shoot!" one of the guys commanded.

when peter didn't listen, the guy puts his finger on the trigger, ready to shoot.

just as he was about to pull the trigger, peter quickly shot his webs at two of the guys, taking their guns, while he kicked the other guy in the face, successfully knocking him out, peter webbed the guy to the ground so he doesn't get away when he wakes up.

his teammates gasped, seeing the webs, and how peter kicked, putting the pieces together, realizing that peter was spider-man.

the two guys immediately attacked peter but peter easily blocked their attacks, one of the guys aimed to punch his face, but peter ducked down, sliding his legs under the guy, so he tripped and fell down.

the guy who was tripped got back up and continued attacking peter, while the other guy sneaked up behind him, but before he could do any damage, you flew over and attacked the guy who was sneaking up behind peter, you picked up a rather large rock with your telekinesis, and threw it at the guy.

"hey! it's Kinetic-Girl!" one of peter's decathlon teammates exclaimed, while the other's just gasped, shocked to see another avenger so upclose.

"peter?!" you exclaimed, still fighting with the guy from before, as you saw peter fighting with the bad guys without his suit on.

"Y/N! oh my god I'm so glad you're here, i know you have a bunch of questions right now, but now is really not a good time" he said as he continued dodging and attacking the bad guy.

when peter successfully knocked the guy for a second, he quickly removed his clothes, revealing his suit underneath, his mask coming up to cover his face.

peter's teammates gasped as they watched the scene unfold infront of them, they could see what other people were talking about when they saw you and peter fighting together, both of you were absolutely iconic.

just as you finished taking out the guy you were fighting with, two other guys appeared out of nowhere and started attacking you, but this time you could feel that they were a lot more stronger than the other guys, you thought maybe they were enhanced as well.

peter came to you when he also finished defeating the guy he was fighting with and continued fighting with one of the new guys.

"hey! where did they came from?" he questioned as he dodged an attack.

"i don't know! they appeared out of nowhere!"

turns out, the guy you were fighting with had a knife in his jacket, he tried stabbing you, and you tried to use your telekinesis to throw the knife away, but it seems like the guy had an iron grip on the knife, because all it did was pulled his hand away from you for a second and then continued attacking you.

as you were fighting the guy, unfortunately you didn't notice another guy sneaking up behind you, which led to you getting stabbed from behind, right below your ribs.

"Y/N!" peter shouted when he saw you get stabbed, with a new found determination, he didn't hold back and fought the guy with all his might, punching and kicking him until he passed out, quickly webbing him to the ground and running over to you.

you gasped, as you looked back to your wound, carefully pulling out the knife, even though you know you're not supposed to do that, but you couldn't fight with a knife sticking out your back.

you continued to fight with the guy the best you can, but somehow the guy managed to stab you once again near your ribs, and once again, you pulled it out and continued fighting the guy, not wanting to stop until he's passed out.

peter also attacked the guy, but is seems like the guy was even stronger than the one he was fighting before, so it took a while for you two to successfully knock him out.

you used your pyrokinesis to light his clothes on fire, which caused him to stagger back a little, but that didn't stop him for good, as he stood back up and charged towards you.

but luckily peter was behind the guy, so he kicked the guy on the head, causing the guy to fall down, to which peter quickly sprayed him with a ton of webs so he couldn't go anywhere.

as soon as he was done with that, he quickly ran over to you, who was now feeling the effects of the stab wounds. you staggered a little, going over to peter.

his masked opened up, revealing his concerned face, then out of nowhere you lost your balance, to which peter thankfully caught you, due to his incredible reflexes.

both of you fell to the ground with peter cradling you on his lap, he removed your mask so you could breathe easier, removing the hair out of your face, then proceeding to caress your face, lightly tapping you cheeks to make you stay awake. he took his clothes that he took off earlier, then used it to gently press it against your wound to prevent any more blood loss.

"Y/N? c'mon Y/N please stay awake, please don't leave me, I'm gonna call Mr. Stark, okay? stay with me please" he pleaded desperately, his eyes tearing up.

his teammates watched with sorrow as peter desperately tried to make you stay awake, they felt the pain from peter's cries, they wanted to help him, but not knowing what to do.

"peter?... I'm sleepy..." you trailed off, your one of your hand coming up to put it on top of peter's, which was holding the cloth on your wound.

"no! Y/N, please, stay awake...!" he cried. his mask came up again to cover his face, he frantically ordered Karen to call Mr. Stark so he would get here quickly.

"Karen? call Mr. Stark please" his voice groggy, from crying.

"alright peter" came her reply.

after a few rings, Tony finally picked up.

"hey kid, what's up?" his voice rang out.

"Mr. Stark! please you have to come here quickly, Y/N! sh-she's... she's—" he choked out a sob, cutting off his words.

"what happened to Y/N, peter?!" Tony's worried voice rang out.

"sh-she got stabbed, please Mr. Stark, come here quickly" he pleaded in between his sobs.

"alright kid, I'm already on my way, okay? keep her awake"

"o-okay.." Tony hung up the phone.

his mask opened again, looking down at you, your eyes having a difficulty to stay open.

"Y/N?" he whispered.

"hm?..."

"please stay awake, i can't lose you" he whispered, leaning down to rest his forehead against yours.

"I'm not going anywhere, pete, though i do kinda feel sleepy, I'll just take a quick nap, okay?" you slurred out, eyes drooping, your breathing slowing down.

"no! please... don't close your eyes!" he desperately pleaded, holding you close to him.

just as your eyelids were about to give up, Iron Man suddenly flew by and landed right next to you and peter.

his masked opened up revealing his concerned face, he knelt beside you, gently taking you from peter's arms, carrying you bridal style.

"kid?" he said softly.

"Mr. Stark?" came your reply, your voice sounded so weak that he almost flinched.

"Mr. Stark! please hurry and save her!" peter butted in.

"right, uh, I'll see you in the compound, okay kid?" he said, beginning to fly away.

"o-okay Mr. Stark, please help her"

then Tony flew away, leaving peter with his wide-eyed decathlon teammates. They were all gaping at him, as if waiting for an explanation.

"uh..." peter trailed off.

then all of a sudden they began bombarding him with questions.

"since when were you Spider-man?!"

"was that your girlfriend?!"

"how did you became Spider-man?!"

"what?!"

the questions goes on and on, making peter overwhelmed by all of the shouting.

"hey!" the shouting stopped, "uh.. i would like to answer all of your questions, but not now, i really gotta check on my girlfriend, so please hold onto your questions for monday, until then, please don't tell anyone about this, or else Mr. Stark is going to do something, so for the sake of all of us, please keep your mouths shut about this" Peter explained to his teammates. "oh yeah, the cops will be here soon too, so don't worry about the bad guys, okay?" he added.

when he got a nod from one of them, he immediately took off, not forgetting to close his mask, then continued to shoot a web to a nearby building, swinging away from them, leaving his teammates with their mouths agape.

~

when he arrived at the compound, he immediately ran to the infirmary as fast as he could.

when he saw you laying down on one of the beds, he immediately thought the worse.

"Y/N!" he shouted, grabbing a few of attentions from the nurses there.

"shh!" someone suddenly appeared besides him. "calm down, she's just sleeping, luckily i got here on time, so it wasn't that bad" Tony explained to him, slightly calming him down.

"oh.. thank god" he released a relieved sigh, smiling while making his way to you. when he arrived besides you, he sat down on a chair next to your bed, gently taking your hands into his.

"oh yeah... i think i accidentally revealed mine and Y/N's identities to my decathlon teammates...?" it comes out as a question, not the way he intended it to be.

Tony raised an eyebrow, "what do you mean by you accidentally?" he asked, though he already knew what he meant, i mean it's pretty self explanatory.

"I'm sorry! i didn't mean to! i didn't know what else to do, i didn't want to risk my friends life just because i wanted to protect my identity, their life is much more important than my identity. And Y/N was having a difficult time breathing so i had to take of her mask" he explained, a sigh falling out from his parted lips, placing his elbows on your bed, running his hands down his face.

"well, what's done is done, i mean, you both were going to reveal your identities when you graduate highschool anyways, right? it's not too long from now, so for now they could sign NDA'S, and you wont be too burdened by it for long, because it's not too long until you graduate." Tony gives a solution, standing besides him, patting his shoulder.

"okay..." he felt slightly relieved, at least not too many people knew, he wished his teammates will keep their words and not tell anyone about it.

"I'm proud of you kid, you did the right thing, don't think about it too much, okay?" Tony patted his shoulder once again, then went out of the room.

"okay..." he mumbled, even though he knew Tony wouldn't hear him.

he averted his eyes to you, staring at you, admiring you, he thought you looked so peaceful while sleeping, not being burdened by missions and the responsibility of being an avenger.

"staring is creepy you know" you suddenly muttered out, your eyes still closed, but feeling an intense stare at you.

"Y/N!" he gasped, "i was so worried about you, i thought you were going to leave me" he whimpered out, pressing a kiss onto your hands.

"hey, you can't get rid of me that easily you know" you joked, but inside you were feeling horrible, you should've been more careful, what kind of superhero are you? can't even dodge a knife.

peter laughed slightly, but still looking concerned. "how are you feeling?"

"like shit" you replied, a smirk forming on your lips.

you both laughed, but you couldn't help letting the thoughts back in, your laughter fading.

"hey, what's wrong?"

"nothing, i-i just— i was so bad out there, i couldn't even defend myself, letting myself getting stabbed two times, what kind of superhero i am, if i can't even defend myself, how can i even help other people like that, pete?" you exasperated, looking dejected.

"hey, hey, that wasn't your fault, you tried to defend yourself, but the guy was enhanced, you, couldn't do anything about it, and besides, you still helped my teammates back there, you know? you also helped me a lot, if you didn't show up, i don't know how I would've handled that" he gently took your face in his hands, wiping the tears that you didn't even know were there.

"thank you, i don't know what i would do without you" you managed to let out, too overwhelmed by the emotions you're feeling.

"anything for you, baby" he pressed a kiss onto your forehead.

"i love you"

"and i love you, Y/N"

you ushered him to hop on the bed with you, desperately wanting to cuddle with him, want to feel his warmth.

"are you sure?"

"yess, now get your ass here"

"geez, okay boss" rolling his eyes, he gently got on the bed, snuggling up besides you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, not wanting to touch your wound, in return, you wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head on his chest.

"oh yeah... i think i also accidentally revealed your identity to my teammates," he started, just as you were about to get mad, he continued, "—But! don't worry about it, i already talked to Mr. Stark, and he will have it sorted, they're going to sign NDA'S, and besides we're going to reveal our identity after i graduated highschool, so it's not too much of a burden" he continued his explanation.

you sighed, silently agreeing with him, because there's nothing you could even do, so you just accepted it, and continued cuddling up to him.

not long after, you both fell asleep in each other's arms.

~

monday came by, and peter was already dreading it, he didn't want to deal with his teammates shenanigans, but he has to do it unless he wanted his and yours identities revealed. his teammates already signed the NDA'S, right when they were back at school from the horrible field trip, but still, Peter was a little paranoid.

during school hours, his teammates just looked at him, like they're expecting something, sure it was annoying, but peter learned to get over it.

then finally, school was over, and it was time for Decathlon.

when he stepped foot into the room, he immediately got bombarded with a ton of questions from his teammates.

"woah woah! okay! one at a time!" he exclaimed, raising his hands in a defensive manner.

"okay, anyone who has questions, raise your hands" almost immediately, everyone except Ned and MJ raised their hands.

"umm, you there, with the glasses" he pointed to a random student.

"how did you become Spider-man?"

"uh.. i got bit by a radioactive spider on the field trip to oscorp, and no, the spider is not alive." he answered.

"alright, next question, you" he pointed to another student.

"is Kinetic-Girl your girlfriend?"

hearing the question, a blush immediately formed on his cheeks, but he answered it nonetheless.

"uh.. yeah..." he answered shyly, rubbing his cheeks to somehow calm down his blushing.

"does the webs come out from you?"

"no, i made them"

"how long have you been dating Kinetic-Girl?"

"it's about to be two years next month"

"so do you really have an internship at Stark Industries?"

"well at first it was a cover up for... Spider-man, but then Mr. Stark actually made me his personal intern"

and the questions goes on and on, but peter answered every single one of them, not really minding it at all.

"uhm.. okay, that's all for the questions, once again, please don't tell anyone about this, you've all signed the NDA'S so you can't talk about this to anyone, keep it to yourselves, okay?" he ended the sudden QnA with that, hoping that his teammates will keep their words and not tell anyone.

"and please don't treat me any different, just treat like you always do, like the nerd i am." he finished.

his teammates agreed with him, and with that, they continued the decathlon meet like any other day, the fact that peter is Spider-man, pushed away to the back of their minds, but some still shocked about the newfound information i.e Flash.

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[lemonpeter]

🧡Day 7: Glory Hole🧡

Technically still on the 7th! For me (half an hour left!) lol y’all I’m trying so hard, I promise. I hope y’all enjoy 🧡

Warnings: nff, Peter doesn’t know it’s Tony on the other side until the end

***

It had been about six weeks since Peter started his new…hobby.

He couldn’t call it a job, he wasn’t paid for it. Although occasionally some of his visitors would slip bills through the hole, just a tip (ha). It was usually the ones he saw regularly, but sometimes some others did.

But he enjoyed it. He didn’t care how it looked, or how it would sound if he actually admitted to it.

He just really liked sucking dick.

He wasn’t necessarily ashamed of it, per se. But people not knowing made it a lot easier to be casual about the whole thing.

And a glory hole made it even easier to keep quiet.

He discovered it when he decided to try out a new bar, something Mr. Stark mentioned offhand at some point.

It hadn’t seemed like the man’s scene at all. It was dark, dingy, and incredibly sketchy.

Then the bartender gave him a look up and down and asked if he was there for the back.

Peter had no idea what he meant, but he instantly replied with yes. And hoped that he wouldn’t get murdered.

And it absolutely worked out.

He’d hardly regretted it, most of the guys that he’d met had been absolutely incredible. Although he definitely had a favorite.

He didn’t give his name, just wanted Peter to call him sir. Which he was definitely agreeable with. And he always gave the young man a tip.

Both of these things would easily make him Peter’s favorite, but the cherry on top was how perfect his cock was.

Not too big, not too small. Big enough that Peter’s inner mild size queen was pleased, but small enough that he never had to worry about dislocating his jaw or anything. And he was gorgeously thick, veined, and cut.

He’d become Peter’s ideal dick.

He visited often, nearly every time that he knew Peter would be there. Which was…pretty often. Although lately he’d been away more. Something about a business trip or something.

It made him wonder with a thrill if maybe he was an employee at Stark Industries. The young man knew that they’d just had an out of state trip.

Peter always knew it was him by his knock. Two quick raps on the wall followed by one longer knock. It was simple, but it worked.

The young man’s heartbeat sped up every time he heard it.

“Sir?” He asked hopefully, although he already knew the answer every time.

“Hey, honey. Did you miss me?” Sir’s voice was always teasing, but sweet at the same time.

Peter laughed a little. “Maybe. Did you miss me?” He shot back, biting his lip.

He heard a zipper and got excited again, sitting up on his knees.

Sir chuckled. “You know I did, sweetheart. I always miss you when I can’t see you.”

“Was your trip good at least?” Peter got ready, eyes on the hole. He couldn’t see much through it, just the man’s hands and how he was pushing down his unzipped pants.

He was nearly drooling as soon as he saw him get his cock out.

“It was alright. Not the best, not the worst. Just glad to be back home. Back here with you.”

With the sentiment, Sir pushed his dick through the hole.

Peter laughed. “Such a charmer. But I’m glad you’re back too,” he admitted. He slowly wrapped his fingers around the cock, humming.

Sir moaned before speaking again. “I knew you missed me. I knew it.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re so smart. Do you want to go fast or slow today?”

“Fast.”

Peter whined, which got him a chuckle from the other side.

“I know, I’m not happy about it either. But I have to meet someone soon so I don’t have much choice.”

The young man sighed, but he understood. In fact-

He checked his phone, groaning a little. And not in the sexy way. He forgot that he had to meet Tony in the lab to go over a couple things. So he didn’t have much time either.

“You okay over there?”

“What? Oh, yeah. Just realized I’ve got to run soon too. So we need to do it fast.”

“Then I guess you’d better get to it,” Sir teased, thrusting his hips slightly forward.

Peter nodded, hand still stroking him slowly while he leaned forward and kissed the tip.

He sighed happily, always so pleased to have this cock. “I really have missed this, Sir.”

“I know, baby. Come on, we don’t have much time.”

The young man nodded, slowly but surely taking the full length into his mouth until it slipped into his throat. He squeezed his left thumb hard in a fist, hoping it would continue to dull his gag reflex.

He didn’t choke, so he figured it worked.

God, he was so happy.

***

Sir was breathing heavily, slowly pulling his cock from Peter’s lips and moving away from the hole.

There was a moment of silence before either of them spoke.

“I guess we both have to get going, huh?” Peter commented, voice rough.

Sir hummed. “I guess we do. Thank you. It was nice to…well, not see you, but you know. Nice to be here again.”

“It was nice to have your dick in my mouth again,” the young man replied teasingly. “But yeah. I’ve gotta run if I want to catch the subway now.” He started standing.

“I’ll drive you over there. It’s not a big deal.”

Peter made a face. “Excuse me? I know we talk and all but we’re not supposed to-“

“See each other? Come on, Peter. Haven’t you recognized me by now?”

“Wh-what?” His cheeks burned red at the words. He was caught. But how?

“I know it’s you, honey. Don’t play dumb.” Tony hummed softly.

Peter could hear the sound of the older man’s pants being zipped up, a hot flash burning through him as he was reminded of what he’d done. “How? How did you-“

“I saw you slip in here a while back. I came to talk to you, give you some sort of lecture on why you didn’t need to be in such a dirty, sketchy place.”

“Rude. But you didn’t.”

“I didn’t. Because I’m a bad man and I was tempted to know what the other men were getting from you. And once I felt your mouth I wasn’t ever going back.”

“So you didn’t say anything.” Peter covered his face. He couldn’t believe that it had all been a trick. “Mr. Stark.”

“I know, honey, I know.” He went silent for a second, thinking. “This doesn’t have to be the end of…this. I mean, I don’t know if what you like is the anonymous part or not, but hey. I’d be happy to discuss keeping this going. Without a wall between us.”

Peter was beyond embarrassed. But he couldn’t deny that he didn’t hate the idea.

He’d have to think about it.

He really did love Tony’s cock. He wasn’t sure that he could live with the loss.

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