#quentin beck fanfic

[charliehoennam]

The Conception

A/N: another request by the lovely @juniebugg ❤ didn't have time to proofread so sorry for any mistakes!

Pairing: Dark!quentin beck x f!reader

Summary: quentin concocts a plan to test his precious technology (takes place before he goes rogue)

Warnings: smut, dub-con/non-con, sex without protection (wrap ur willy when it gets silly), rough sex, language. 18+ ONLY.

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Obsession can lead to either one of two ways. It can take you on the path of success or it can take you to dark journeys with lasting consequences. Quentin was – with no doubt – an obsessive man.

The long working hours he had dedicated into developing his technology is a result of his obsession. And now that he has you, he can finally bring together the only two things that satisfy him.

You find yourself walking on eggshells again as your high heels clack their way through against the white marble floor. Quentin had forgotten a briefcase at home, containing some important blueprints. He politely demanded asked you to bring it into the lab for him. You call for him as you quietly walk inside. There are dismantled drones crowding the work stations. The lab looks a mess with small bolts, screws and motherboards everywhere.

You don’t know to expect or what state you’ll find him in. Granted he had always been self-centered and short-fused – you wish you had noticed the red flags before you said the official “I do” – he could be worse when he worked on his projects. Far worse.

“About time. What the hell took you so long?” he sighs setting the tools in his hands down on the glossy white table in front of him to walk over and rip the briefcase from your hands.

 “I’m sorry. I got caught in traffic. It’s not like I wanted to be late” you retort. “I know how you get” you add with a mumble.

You freeze the second the words leave your mouth. You realize you were thinking out loud when you catch Quin’s scowl.

 “Oh? And how exactly do I get?”

“N-nothing, Quin. I didn’t say anything.”

“So now I’m hearing things? I’m going schizo?”

 He takes a threatening step towards you, his broad size shrinking you in comparison. His shoulders stretch as he stands up straight. He wants to remind you that you are essentially powerless against him.

 “No. That’s not what I meant. I-I didn’t mean it.”

“Obviously, you did. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have said it. So, enlighten me, princess. How do I get?”

You gulp heavily as you lower your fearful agaze. His sights are locked on you like a wolf circling its prey. You’re in for it now.

As you open your mouth and try to build the courage the speak, the words seem to get stuck in your throat.

Frighteningly calm, his hand wraps around the underside of your chin. His fingertips press into one cheek as his thumb sinks into the other, forcing you to face him.

“I asked you a question, princess. It’s impolite to leave someone hanging.”

“Just a little s-scary sometimes, Quin. That’s all.”

He doesn’t need to feel your trembling to know that you’re afraid of him. As he smirks to himself, his fingertips ease the pressure they’re applying to your cheeks. He caresses them, soothing the red indents on your skin.

The change of his persona is almost too eerie.

“You’re not wrong about that. I know sometimes I can get a little impatient. I think I just need a break.I think I’ve just been in here on my own for too long. But now that I have you here...” He trailed off as he kisses you.

Slow, repeated, tender kisses that make you bubble from the inside. You can’t deny him. You fear what he’d do if you did and you find him oddly irresistible.

The small of your back is guided by his hands on your hips to meet the table as he entraps you against it with his hunching frame. His feet stand firm on either side of you, locking you in.

As his kisses grow hungry, you cling to the edge of the table to steady yourself from his mauling. His lips connect to your neck, nibbling and sucking your skin. His 5 o’clock shadow grazes you roughly as his fingers work the buttons on your shirt to reveal your black lace bra.

Your eyes dart towards the one-sided wall of glass. An office of busy workers and overflowing desks lay just outside. Even though you know they can’t see in from the outside, your cheeks still flush warmly at the sight of his co-workers.

“Quin, maybe we shouldn’t. You’re at work. Someone could see us.”

“And what’s the problem with that?” he mumbles against your flesh, too busy savoring the fullness of your breast in his hand after he shoved it under the black garment.

You hold his wrists trying to resist him as you struggle to ignore how good they feel.

“Quin, we can’t.”

“Who the fuck says when I can and can’t fuck my wife. If I wanna fuck you right here and right now, I’m gonna fuck you.”

“I-i just don’t want anyone to see, Quin.”

“Don’t worry. No one will see” he smiles darkly as a light bulb lit up upon his head. His hand retracts from your breast, rendering you confused. Had you upset him?

“No one will see. You’re for my eyes only, princess.”

You gasp when his hand reaches under your skirt and squeezes your pussy over your panties. You close your eyes to steady yourself, but they shoot open when you hear a faint blip. Closing them again, you ignore it thinking you might have imagined the sound.

“You don’t wanna disappoint your husband, do ya?” His voice is low and soft, manipulating you into surrendering to him.

“N-no, I don’t.”

“You don’t what?”

“I don’t want to disappoint you, sir.”

“That’s my girl” he chuckles dimly.

While one hand teases your clothed pussy, his other hand pulls your bra down. As the garment bunches under your fully exposed tits, it pushes them up and perfectly displays them to Quin.

You can hear a very low hum vibrating around you but you assume it’s only the AC kicking in.

“So fucking beautiful for me” he mumbles.

He’s quick to wrap his mouth around your nipple, kneading the tender flesh in his large hand. His tongue twirls around your hard nipple, stopping only to greedily suck on it. You moan as he alters. Left to right, right to left; giving them each the attention they deserve.

You watch him ravage your tits. His hand slides out from under your skirt and assists him in taking off your shirt. He leaves the bra on. He loves black on you, but personally he’s already thinking about how white they’ll be when he stains them with his cum.

“You know how much I fucking love your tits, princess.”

A telephone rings from a desk outside the lab and catches your attention. You look to the glass wall and are quickly reminded how many people are just on the other side.

“You’re such a filthy fucking whore for me” he grumbles groping your chest roughly with his hands and mouth.

“Quin, someone could walk in on us” you plead trying to remind him. He feels so good on you, but you don’t want to do this right here.

“They could” he nods looking up at you. “They could see the little slut you are for me.”

“Quin, please. Not here.”

  He ignores your pleads to stop. He knows you’re turned on by it. The wetness sinking through your panties was the only confirmation he needed.

Pushing your skirt up to expose your dampening cunt, he sits down on a rolling stool and wheels it closer.

He sits you on the table behind you and your legs spread open on their own to allow him access. You hate the puppet you become at his fingertips.

“No, Quentin. Stop it” you plead trying to get his attention.

He responds with a hard slap on your breast. The sting sends sparks straight down to your core, fueling the fire that burns in your womb.

“What’d ya call me?”

“S-sir. Please.”

“I’m gonna fuck you right here, you got that? I’m not taking no for an answer.”

Ripping your panties to the side, he buries his face between your thighs. Any shred of resistance you have melts away. Your eyes squeeze shut, but you’re reminded you have to watch the door since Quentin doesn’t seem to care at all about the people working behind him.

You alter between watching his co-workers going about their day - without the slightest knowledge of the filth going on so close to them- and his mouth as it engulfs your juicy lips. It’s almost exciting to think about. You feel so dirty and yet, so fucking good letting him use you so openly.

Your muscles burn as Quin shoves your knees apart. His lips hungrily wraps around your lips, letting his tongue lap up the wetness building up. You lean back on your elbows to let him get more of you.

You moan at his tongue swirls around your sensitive nub, sending sparks of electricity throughout your body. How can you resist him when he feels so good?

“Sir, feels so good” you whisper.

You lick your dry lips as you lay spread with his head between your legs. He hums with delight as he catches you watching the glass walls.

“You like it don’t you?” he mumbles sliding two fingers into your hole.

You hear the vibrating hum again, but nod at his question. Why is the AC so strange here?

His fingers push into the sides of your entrance, prying your hole open with the most delicious burn. His tongue slides into the hole, eagerly lapping up your sweet juice. He fucks you with his tongue and you finally surrender yourself to him completely.

There is no use in fighting back. He wins. Quentin always gets what he wants when he wants it. And he wants you now. His only argument is devouring your pussy with a hunger so deep that you’re not sure if you’re enough to satisfy. 

“Pussy so juice, baby” he mutters to your cunt. “Gotta fuck it with my cock now. Need you so bad.”

His cock feels as if it’s about to break through his pants. He wastes no time and stands up between your legs, quickly unfastening his belt and pants.

His cock springs free from it’s confines, hard already. You wince biting your lower lip. The low hum that you’ve been hearing seems even closer now. You frown and try to find the source, but you’re forced out your thoughts when Quin’s tip glides up your swollen folds and pokes at your nub.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your cunt is soaking wet as he lathers his cock with it. You watch his face contort from the pleasure. He moans and rolls his head back. He could cum just from the feeling your puffy lips hugging his dick.

He looks back down to watch himself penetrate you. His cock feels so big in you. It parts you in half as it pushes in deeper. The stretch hurts a bit, but he’s not going to ease up. This isn’t about your comfort; it’s about his need for release.

You remind yourself to breathe. The tightness around his cock feels heavenly to him, but you force yourself to relax to make it less painful.

As he hooks one of your legs over his shoulder, you reach down to caress your sensitive clit to try and enjoy it more.

“Such a dirty fucking slut. Look at you. You wanna cum on my cock, princess?”

“Yes, sir.”

He chuckles and delivers a couple more slaps to your exposed breasts, leaving them red and warmly tender to the touch.

He orders you to lie on your back and squeeze your own tits. His cock bottoms out inside of you. From some reason, the deep humming seems to be coming from right above you. You look up at the ceiling trying to find the source again, but there’s nothing there.

As his hips move back to retract from your cunt, he pushes your knees to your chest. Just when you think your pussy couldn’t be anymore exposed.

With his hands on the back of your thighs, he leans down to spit on your cunt. It’s spread so open; he doesn’t even need his hands to guide his head inside your hole. His dick glides into your stretched wetness.

He fucks so rough and hard; you know you’ll be sore for days.

The panties bundled into a string rub along the side of your cunt. It burns your skin, but all you think about is how good his cock starting to feel.

Your clit trembles at the pleasure.

“P-please, sir. Can I touch myself?”

His dark smile grows wide.

“Only ‘cause you remembered to ask, princess.”

You quickly reach down to your cunt to rub yourself where you need it most. It finally feels so good.

“Pussy so fucking wet. Make yourself cum on my cock.”

You can hear how wet you really are. You can feel your slick spread all around and stick to his groin. You wish you weren’t as wet as you are. You know he takes so much pride in knowing he makes you that way.

His balls thump faster against your ass as he picks up his pace. You’re so full of him; it’s pushing you over the edge. The bundling pressure finally bursts inside you.

As your walls contract and tighten around his pounding cock, you keep your eyes locked on the glass wall praying no one would hear or enter the lab. He wishes he could spend all day doing this; just fucking you silly until he’s too spent.

 His throbbing cock shows he’s so close.

Leaving you aching to be full again, he pulls himself out and finally cums. He coats your swollen pussy lips with his warm string of white beads, painting you like a canvas.  He haphazardly pulls your panties back over your drenched cunt to pump his final load over your panties.

He chuckles tiredly feeling his cum quickly soak through the lace with the tip of his cock. The idea of you walking out that door and down the building, all the way home with your pussy and panties coated with his cum excites him.

“Stay dirty until you get home.”

You nod as he lets you climb down from the table. You both redress and adjust your clothes to return to your day. Your legs feel like they barely hold you up.

“Give sir a kiss goodbye” he smiles enjoying the power he has over you.

You obey and press your lips to his, letting it linger for as long as he wants.

“We having steak for dinner tonight?” he whispers holding your hips.

“Yes, sir.”

“Then I’ll be home early.”

You smile as he reaches up your skirt to confirm his cum is still where he wants it.

“Keep ‘em on all day. I’d better come home and find this still on my pussy.”

“You will, sir” you nodded obediently. Your pussy tingles at his touch, anxious for more.

He gives you one more kiss to let you go and slaps your ass as you turn to walk to the door. With your pussy beyond soaked, your wetness mixes with his cum and trickle down your inner thighs. It makes your walk a little difficult as you pray it doesn’t drip out.

You make your way out of the lab and walk towards the elevator, hoping no one will notice. You feel a few pairs of eyes on you. Whether they know or not, you can’t be sure. So, you just smile shyly at them and keep your gaze down.

Quentin watches you step into the elevator from the lab. Finally sitting back at his station, he lifts a thin tablet from his desk and presses an icon.

The drone, which is controlled by the tablet, reveals itself as it deactivates its cloaking device. Now fully visible, he lands it on the table to deactivate the drone entirely.

Quin leans back in his chair with a mischievous grin as he raises the tablet. Pressing a few more icons on the touchscreen tablet, he smirks grimly as he watches the previous recording saved on the device. With the touch of a button, he expands the video into holograph mode.

His technology finally worked.

The holograph shows you with your cunt fully exposed, being fucked by him on the table. He rewinds it to watch it from the start, laughing to himself proudly.

“Thank you, princess.”

#quentin beck #quentin beck imagine #quentin beck x reader #quentin beck x you #quentin beck x y/n #quentin beck x f!reader #jake gyllenhaal smut #jake gyllenhaal x reader #jake gyllenhaal imagine #jake gyllenhaal fanfic #jake gyllenhaal

[gyll-yee-haw]

Hi! i just had a great idea ok ok so what if you did like a 7 minutes in heaven with one of jakes characters? (detective loki? mysterio, literally whoever you want)

Yeah but what about all of the options above 🤭

I selected a few of my faves <3

Characters: detective Loki, Quentin Beck, Billy Hope and Donnie Darko

Warnings: kissing, fluff, some nsfw, fingering, they all kinda end suggestively, y'all might accuse me of favoritism cause Dave's got the biggest one (he IS my fave, sorry)

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Detective Loki

100% would act like he thought games were stupid, but the MINUTE he was set up with you to go to the tiny room, would get butterflies in his stomach

I'm thinking like college student! David? Who's like super shy and doesn't have many friends, never talks to anyone, but has a massive crush on you

The moment you walked in and closed the door, he would immediately get nervous and start babbling "this is so stupid, we don't have to do anything, we could just wait here and..."

But he had no idea you were obsessed with that handsome mysterious guy who wore too much black and only ever smiled at you

"I know. It's okay if you don't want to, but..." You gave him your best doe eyes. "But I... just didn't wanna waste the opportunity"

His eyes widened. But he recovered from the shock pretty quick, getting closer to you

You smirked and leaned towards him

And you just know he's a face grabber, oh he is

Stroking your cheek gently as his tongue danced sensually with yours

Suddenly your body was against his, his hands on your waist

And the clock accused that the quickest 7 minutes of your life had passed

You two left the room straight to your dorm...

Quentin Beck

The way he is, he probably planned it for weeks and found a way to manipulate the game so he would end up with you

Ugh he's so cocky about it

Already grabbing your ass on the way to the room

Would tease you non-stop, drive you crazy

Whisper the filthiest things to you mid kisses

Would find a way to get 7 more minutes, even of he had to KILL someone

Billy Hope

Straight to the point, he's gonna finger you in there

Bring you so so so close, just to edge you

"Aw no, baby, looks like time is up" he would say with that shit eating grin

You would find a way to go in there with someone else after, to make him jealous

"What's wrong? It's just a game :)"

Yeah man, you would regret that afterwards...

He would have to show you that you belong to him, by making you cum until you couldn't feel your body anymore

"What's wrong, baby? Didn't you put on that ridiculous show because you wanted to cum? Well, take it now"

Yeah :)))

Donnie Darko

WOULDN'T IT BE CUTE IF IT WAS HIS FIRST KISS

And he had this MASSIVE crush on you, so his friends would set you up

He would be so nervous :(

But when the time came, he knew it was HIS CHANCE

And he blew your mind

Such a great kisser

Such a sweet boy <3

You left the place absolutely in love with him!

The two of you were never apart again, his friends almost regretted it

He's so clingy bf material, I love him 🥺

#jake gyllenhaal #jake gyllenhaal x reader #jake gyllenhaal fanfic #donnie darko #donnie darko x reader #detective loki #billy hope #quentin beck

[rancid-zinnia-onthepatio]

oh… Arianna what are you doing here? HaHAAA

sweating profusely

now I have to make sure Beck is top notch characterized the queen has arrived

#rancid ramble #wand-erful tunes #ao3 fanfic #tssm quentin beck #quentin beck #mysterio #tssm mysterio

[sexy-monster-fucker]

Deception [Part 1]

Mysterio x Reader | Read the original here

This is an AU universe of the MCU Spider-Man.  The reader is a female version of Spider-Man and is an adult who is an Avenger.  Characters are pretty much the same, just a few AU adjustments.  This story closely follows the plot of Far From Home.  

a/n:  the reader was not dusted during the Blip.  I kept the Parker last name just out of personal preference (sorry if that ruins it for you lol), no I haven't decided if Mysterio is actually a villain or not that’s a decision I will make if I decide to continue the story.  I am not including the E.D.I.T.H. glasses in this AU.

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You sat on top of a high building overlooking the city in front of you.  You could hear horns honking and the flutter of bat wings.  People chattered below you.  It felt nice to finally be home for good.  The events of the past five years had taken a serious tole on your mental health.  You had watched your mentor sacrifice his own life in order to make sure your biggest foe was gone for good.  It was hard knowing many of the heroes you had looked up to at a young age were gone forever.  You were one of the few remaining members of the Avengers left on Earth.  Many of them decided to go somewhere else to protect the universe.  But you stayed here.  

You were only sixteen when Tony recruited you for the Avengers.  You were twenty-one now.  An adult.  But you did not feel like an adult.  You still felt like the same scared little kid who almost got killed by Thanos a couple years ago.  You sometimes wake up from reliving that nightmare.  The feeling of getting thrown and slammed onto the ground.  The feeling of air escaping your lungs and not being able to return.  Your vision going blurry.  It was all still too real for you.  It was one of your weakest moments.  You felt like you had let everyone down in that moment.  If the others had not been there you would be dead.  You knew that.  But that was the point of having a team.  Stronger in numbers.

You continued staring out at the illuminating city.  You sometimes wish you had never been bit by that spider that day.  Things could have been so much simpler.   That was a stupid thought.  You remembered idolizing Iron Man as a child.  You always wanted to protect the world as he did.  He inspired you to be a better person.  He inspired you to want to help others.  He still inspired you today.  His sacrifice was a statement to the world that heroes would do anything to protect them.  

Suddenly, you felt your phone begin vibrating.  You grabbed it from your pocket.  It was Happy.  You picked up, “Hey, Hap.  What’s up, man?”  “Come back home, we have to talk about something,” Happy spoke through the phone.  You were concerned, “Okay.  I am on my way.  Is everything okay?”  Happy mumbled into the phone, “We will talk more when you get here.”  He hung up.  It worried you that Happy was speaking so fast and was fast to hang up.  You pulled your mask over your face and jumped off the building.

You landed on top of the building next to your apartment building.  You triple checked to make sure no one was around.  You crawled down the wall and hid behind the dumpster.  You took off your suit and threw it into the bag you had hidden, throwing it over your shoulder once the suit was hidden.  You climbed up the wall, reaching your window and crawling inside.  You threw your bag onto the bed and continued into the living room to see Happy sitting with your Uncle.  They were both smiling and laughing about something.  You cleared your throat, “I’m home.”  Happy and Uncle Ben turned to you.  Uncle Ben rose from the couch, “Hi, honey!  I am so glad you are home.  Happy and I were just catching up.”  You smiled at him.  But your smile quickly shifted when you began to address Happy, “What was it you needed to talk to me about, Happy?”  Happy smiled at you, “Sorry for the rush on the phone, Y/N.  I had just arrived here and I did not want to be rude to Ben.”  You exhaled a sigh of relief, “Happy!  You scared me.  I thought something was seriously wrong.”  Happy chuckled, “Sorry about that.  Now.  As I told Ben, we should be expecting a visitor soon.”  You were confused, “What do you mean a vi-”

There was a knock at the door.  Happy walked over and opened it to reveal Nick Fury standing in your doorway.  You shuttered.  “Now, I want to know why you are so hard to get in contact with, Miss Parker,” Fury began.  “I-I’ve been really busy,” you defended.  “Happy tells me you have been dodging my calls.  You shot a look at Happy.  “Don’t look at me like that, he’s my boss too,” Happy acknowledged your look.  “I don’t care about how you feel about me trying to contact you, Miss Parker.  You are an Avenger and I do not take kindly to someone not acting like it,” Fury shut down your dismay quickly.  You stared at the man in front of you.  He was right.  You had not been acting like an Avenger lately.  Truly.  You did not want to act like one.  You enjoyed getting to relax after watching everyone else leave.  You felt alone as an Avenger.  Fury was right.  You needed to begin acting like an Avenger.  “There will be a car here to pick you up at 5 a.m. tomorrow morning.  I suggest you don’t keep me waiting any longer.  I have someone for you to meet,” he was stern with his statement.  “Yes, sir,” you agreed.  “Now, since you made me come all the way here to get you, where can a brother get a drink,” Fury spoke.  

Fury and Happy were gone.  It was late.  You sat in the dim lit living room alone.  You hunched over your phone that laid on the table in front of you.  You stared at the picture of you and Tony.  Any time with Tony was a fun time.  You idolized the man.  He made you into the hero you are.  “What would he think of you like this,” you whispered to yourself.  You had been down lately.  What Tony did was marvelous.  You could never be like him.  He was the hero the world needed.  You are just some weird girl who can stick to stuff.  You felt your eyes begin to fill a little.  “Everything okay,” Uncle Ben sat down next to you.  You looked at him, “I’m fine.  Just thinking.”  He knew you were lying.  You could see it on his face.  He wrapped one of his arms around you, “I’m here if you need me, kiddo.”  You rested your head on his shoulder, “Thanks, Ben.”  

~

You did not sleep the night before.  You had began to take a shower, but instead you sat in the tub thinking about what tomorrow would hold.  You sat there for quite sometime thinking before you realized you needed to get out and get ready.  It was 4:45 now.  You grabbed your suit and put it on.  You had contemplated whether or not to wear the suit.  You decided it was best to.  You never knew who you could trust anymore.  You wrote Uncle Ben a note that read “Time for super stuff, love you.”  You knew he would understand.  He always understood.  You pulled your mask over your face and climbed out the window.  It was chilly out this early.  5 a.m. arrived and a large black vehicle arrived promptly.  You were escorted into the back where Nick Fury sat.  He eyeballed you, “Why the suit, kid?”  You were embarrassed under the mask, “I don’t know who I can trust, so I thought I shou-” “Don’t be an idiot.  Anyone I would bring into our headquarters is someone you can trust.  You know that,” he cut you off.  You shook your head in agreement, but did not remove the mask.  Despite everything, you felt unsafe.  Something felt off about the whole situation.  Your Spider-Sense was telling you so.

In what felt like the blink of an eye, you were in the secret headquarters.  Fury got out of the vehicle, you were close behind.  You followed him, passing many workers.  You did not recognize them.  They were all basically strangers to you.  It felt wrong.  You felt like you should not be here.  You and Fury entered the elevator together.  It went down many floors.  “Kid, you don’t have to be so tense.  I would not let anyone in here who could hurt you,” Fury reassured.  He could tell you were nervous.  You nodded.  

“Now then,” the elevator opened and you both stepped out, “Spider-Girl, I’d like you to meet Mr. Beck.”  A tall man in a cape stood in front of you.  He smiled, “So, you’re the one everyone has been telling me about.  It’s a pleasure.”  He extended his hand.  You placed your hand in his.  He leaned in and whispered, “You can call me Quentin.”  You shook his hand, “Hi.  H-Hold on.  I-I’m sorry, but are you the guy from the news?”  He chuckled, “Yeah, that’s me.  Wishing I had hidden my identity better.  But I thought it would help people to have a face with their hero.”  You snapped your fingers while trying to remember, “Now then, what was it they called you?  Mysterio?”  He smiled, “Yep.  That’s the name they’ve given me.”  You were amazed at the man in front of you.  He had came out of no where and was already loved and adored by the public.  You were always seen as a menace.  

Fury coughed, “If you two are finished...”  You and Quentin directed your attention to him.  “Now then.  We have been informed that there have been spikes in energy all across the globe.  I have decided that the two of you would be the best fit in handling this situation.  Spider-Girl, as one of the last remaining members of the Avengers, you will be heading the mission,” Fury was serious.  You shook your head in disbelief, “Wait.  Wait, isn’t there anyone else you can call on.  I’ve never really soloed a mission before.”  Fury furrowed his brows, “You are going to head this mission.”  “What about Carol?  Thor?  Any of the Guardians?  They are all way more qualified than I am,” you argued.  “They all have more important things to do.  But you, all you’ve been doing is swinging around this city stopping petty crime.  Now, as your superior, I am telling you what you will be doing.  I suggest you do not give me anymore lip about it.  You’re walking a fine line with me already.  Tony is not here to protect you anymore.  You have to learn to protect yourself,” Fury’s tone was growing frustrated.  You stood in silence.  “Do I make myself clear,” he asserted.  You nodded, “Yes sir.”  

You spent the next several hours discussing plans.  Where these anomalies were happening.  The best plan of attack.  This panicked you more than anything.  A huge responsibility was being put on your shoulders.  You did not know anything about this mission.  Nothing made sense.  It was all too convenient.  After the discussions were done, Fury directed you and Quentin further, “I got the two of you a hotel room.  There are two beds.  It will help the two of your bond to be that close.  You two need to get to know each other pretty well in order for this mission to succeed.”  “Wonderful,” you thought.  All you were wanting was to be alone.  You shook your head in agreement.  “I’m going to go out for a bit.  I need to think alone for a while,” you excused yourself.  Quentin smiled, “I’ll see you later.”

You sat on top of a building.  You seemed to do this a lot.  You loved admiring the city.  It was beautiful especially at night.  Suddenly, Quentin appeared in front of you.  You were not alarmed.  “What’s up, Spider-Girl,” he questioned as he sat down beside you.  His helmet disappeared revealing his handsome face once again.  “This whole hero thing... it’s always been different for me, Quentin.  I have always been the underdog no matter what I do.  I am one of the only Avengers he can call on and somehow I am still not good enough for him,” you spilled.  Quentin smiled at you, “I for one think you are an amazing hero.  I have no doubt you were born to be an amazing hero.”  You chuckled.  Quentin raised an eyebrow, “What’s so funny?”  You shook your head, “I used to be a scared high schooler who witnessed her aunt get murdered in front of her.  Then, I went from being a normal kid to fighting some crazy guy in a mechanical bird costume.  I never asked to be an Avenger.  It was a freak accident, Quentin.”  Quentin placed his hand on your thigh, “Everything happens for a reason.”  You blushed at his touch.  “You don’t even know me,” you muttered.  Quentin leaned closer to you, “I want to get to know you, Spider-Girl.”  He placed his hand on the under part of your mask and raised it up to your nose, you grabbed his wrist fast.  Quentin jumped slightly.  “I-I... I’m n-not ready for you to kn-know who I am,” you stuttered.  He smiled slightly, “That’s okay.  I understand.”  You let go of his wrist.  “It’s nothing per-personal, we just met.  Not many people know who I am,” you were embarrassed.  He smiled.  

You stood up, “I-I’m gonna go.  I should probably get some food in me.  I-I’ll see you back at the hotel.”  He followed you, “We can go together.  We are going to be spending a lot of time together.  I’d like to get to know the person I am working with.”  Your cheeks were red under your mask.  You were fighting yourself inside your head.  Should you or should you not?  It was difficult.  You wanted to open up to people, but that was too difficult.  “Sure, Quentin,” you agreed.  “But here’s the thing.  You’ll have to get the food and meet me back up here.  I can’t be seen just chilling in a local restaurant.  I don’t need that kind of press right now,” you told him.  His expression change into a frown, “Oh.”  You felt bad.  Maybe Quentin was safe.  Maybe you could trust him.  Maybe it was time to take a risk.  “Look,” you began, “Okay.  Meet me downstairs in like seven minutes.  We will walk somewhere together.  Just... put some normal clothes on.  Let’s do something not as supers for a while.”  Quentin’s face lit up.  He took your hands in his, “Seriously?  You’ll go to dinner with me?”  You smiled under your mask, “Yeah, I guess.”  Quentin smiled even wider, “You won’t regret this!”  Quentin rushed to the door and excused himself.  

You changed in one of the bathrooms up stairs.  You put on a plain t-shirt and a pair of jeans.  You wanted to look as normal as possible.  “Maybe this is all a mistake... don’t you think you’re rushing,” you thought.  You shook it off and headed for the elevator.  You took it down to the lobby.  You saw Quentin across the room.  He was wearing a blue button-up and jeans.  It seemed odd to see him outside of his suit.  “He’ll definitely feel the same,” you thought.  You walked over to him, “Hey, Quentin.”  He turned and stared at you.  You froze.  “Oh God, what have I done,” you thought in panic.  “Wow,” he spoke, “You’re beautiful.”  You felt your cheeks turn pink.  You shook off his compliment, “No, no.  I never got to formally introduce myself.  I’m Y/N Parker.  And yes, I am behind the mask.  Hope you aren’t disappointed.”  He shook his head, “I’m not disappointed at all.  I’m pleasantly surprised.”  Your face flooded with color again and you chuckled slightly.  “So,” you changed the subject, “You ready to walk?”  He smiled at you, “I’d be happy to walk with you anywhere, Y/N.”  

The two of you headed out.  You talked about what being a superhero from a young age was like, about how much you missed your friends and a normal life.  Quentin told you a story about what life was like for him before everything happened.  He told you about his family which he has lost.  The two of you sharing made you feel better about revealing who you are to him.  Your guard had been up nonstop since the giant fight with Thanos.  It was hard for you to allow new people into your life.  You had pushed away your friends from school, it was easier since they had blipped and you didn’t.  You regretted isolating yourself.  

Quentin went inside a restaurant and ordered food for the both of you then you both walked back.  Of course the two of you could not go out without him getting recognized.  He is the most popular hero on the scene right now.  A couple of girls your age ran up confirming it was him and snapping a picture with him.  One of them making a quick comment about how handsome he was, and you couldn’t help the slight feeling of jealousy in your stomach.  You shook the feeling off, the two of you were not dating.  You were thankful the girls only took a picture of him and did not snap a photo of you together.  It would be suspicious for a picture of Mysterio with a random girl to surface once you two are inevitably spotted together as heroes.  He walked back over to you and smiled.  “Super star, eh?” You jabbed at him.  He blew his breath out and smiled, “No... you think so?”  You laughed with him, 

Your guard was lower than it had been in years.  You felt a weight you'd been carrying for a while begin to lift.  You could not deny the slight crush you were developing on Quentin.  He was charming and funny.  Not to mention handsome.  You enjoyed his company.  He attempted to take your hand in his causing you to jump at the sudden touch.  “Oh- Sorry,” Quentin’s face flushed with embarrassment.  You shook your head, “No-No you’re fine.  Just caught me off guard is all.”  It was strange that your body did not warn you of him about to touch you.  You must have sensed no danger on him.  This was new for you.  The rest of the walk was silent between you two.  

You returned back to your hotel room with the food.  You could not help but feel embarrassment for making what was developing between you two awkward.  You were beating yourself up and on top of it, your room key decided to give you a hard time.  You leaned your head against the hotel door, sighing in frustration.  You felt Quentin get closer to you, reaching for your wrist to help you with the door key.  “You just have to give it a little longer,” he spoke softly.  The door clicked and you tried the handle again.  It opened.  “Thank you,” you mumbled looking at him.  He was smiling at you.  

The two of you sat at the tiny coffee table together.  He pulled the food out of the bags, handing you yours first.  You picked at your food, too anxious to really eat.  There were a billion things on your mind, yet you could not focus on one of them.  “Y/N?”  You had gotten lost in your own thoughts.  “Sorry, just a lot on my mind,” you shot a fake smile at him.  He reached across the table and placed his hand on yours, “You can talk to me.”  You sighed.  Struggling to look at him, “Fury just puts so much pressure on me.  It’s like he expects me to... I don't know.  I barely know what I’m doing.”  Quentin squeezed your hand slightly, “Fury believes in you.  He knows you can be the next Iron Man.  The next leader of the Avengers!”  You chuckled, “I don’t want to be the next Iron Man.  Tony... he never wanted me to end up like him.  I love being a hero, but I’m a friendly neighborhood Spider-Girl.  I wasn’t ready to fight a giant titan in space and nearly die.”  There was a silence between you both.  You sure did know how to get people to stop talking to you, didn’t you?  You felt tears building up in your eyes.  Quentin caressed your hand with one of his fingers, “It’s okay to be scared, Y/N.  You haven’t had a break.”  You looked up at him and smiled, “Thank you.”  His gaze lingered on you.  You felt your cheeks growing a little pink.  “You’re so beautiful, Y/N.  I wish we had met under different circumstances,” Quentin intertwined fingers with you.  

You both finished what you wanted of your food then sat on your separate beds.  You scrolled mindlessly on your phone for a bit.  Of course, videos of Mysterio were everywhere.  The public adored him worldwide.  You were happy to be working with him.  You stretched slightly and stood up, “I’m gonna go get ready for bed.”  Quentin mumbled an “Okay” not looking up from his book.  You walked into the tiny bathroom and splashed some water in your face.  You changed into some sleep shorts and a tank top.  You were brushing your teeth when he knocked on the door.  

“Yeah?”

“Can I come in?” 

That’s weird...

“Sure, I’m decent,” you joked.  

Quentin opened the door only wearing his boxers.  You looked at him in the mirror and an indistinguishable look was on his face.  He walked up to you slowly, wrapping his hands around your waist.  He made sure his hands ran over every inch of your skin until they met for him to pull you close.  You felt chills run all over your body.  He rested his chin on your shoulder, looking into your eyes through the mirror.  His beard hairs tickled your exposed skin.  You wanted to ask what he wanted, but you knew.  You decided to just enjoy this intimacy.  He began to kiss your shoulder, all the way up to your neck.  You could feel something poking your back.  Your body was flooding with heat.  Could you really be this vulnerable with someone?  You were loving the attention his mouth was giving to your neck.  You placed one of your hands on his head, groaning with pleasure.  

“Quentin?”

“Yes?,” he mumbled into your neck.  

“What exactly are you trying to do?” you smiled softly at him in the mirror.  

“Whatever you’re comfortable with,” he kissed your neck more.  

You can’t do this.  Not yet.  

You tugged at his arms around you, turning to face him.  “Don’t... don’t be mad at me,” you sighed.  He smiled softly at you, “I would never be mad at you for telling me no when you aren’t ready.”  He cupped your cheek, you closed your eyes enjoying his touch.  “I... I’m so exhausted.  You make me feel so safe... I think this is the first time I have relaxed in years,” you kissed his palm.  “Let’s get you to bed then,” he grabbed your hand and led you to your bed.  You both crawled into your beds.  You rolled over to look at him from the other side.  He was smiling at you.  

“Goodnight, beautiful,” he spoke softly leaning for the lamp.  

“Goodnight, Quinn,” you yawned.  

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END PART 1

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[hollowsart]

Anon sent & wrote:

Acedia (cryptic crawler) X Quinten beck (Mysterio)

Semi  suggestive warning!!

Warning: vine bondage, low-key Quinten enjoying being stepped on, submissive but kinda dominant Quinten, just two losers having tension, probably ooc

I thank my friend for giving inspiration with one of the scenes and words - they're always providing the best stuff.

Sorry it's short but I hope you like it anyway! Ps. Please ignore any errors - I suck at finding mistakes

[Bonus picture at the end as thanks for the anon!!]

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Anything night, another crime to stop. Acedia's eyes immediately locked to the large cloud of colour pooling out from further away. Knowing all too well who was causing mischief over there - Mysterio. There was a skip in her heart rate as she began to sprint. Swinging up from the street, landing on a car's roof. A smile growing on her face as the car zoomed through the clustered roads. Getting closer and closer to her destination.

As soon as she could she swung to the lair and made her way inside. Traveling through the labyrinth of vents until she got to the lowest floor. There he stood, cursing as he used his cape as a makeshift fan for the exploded machine. Swirls of blues,pinks and a soft glow of green incased the room as machine sputtered. A smog machine gone wrong it seems.

A snicker rang out, catching the man's attention. He snapped his head to the vent; an all too familiar crawler hiding there.

"Ah- Acedia- have you come to sight see?"

"Hard not to when there's smoke coming out the building." She pointed out, almost sheepish.

Mysterio let out a groan. He didn't even realize it was seeping out beyond the lair walls.

"I haven't done anything for you to arrest me...yet." she could hear the smirk in his face as he kept his attention on her. But there was plenty of evidence of a scheme in place. Gadget's , mirrors and costumes lined. Markings on a board planning everything out.

Even before this, there was plenty of sightings of the remarkable Mysterio lurking in the shadows. Glimmers of his preference across the city. He's up to something.

"We both know that isn't true."

Sliding from the vent, Acedia stood with clawed gloves raised. Mysterio raised his arms as he chuckled. Giddy couldn't explain the fluttering sparks that swarmed from his stomach to his chest.

"If that's how it'll be, I might as give a Worthy performance~"

With a swish of his cape he disappeared into the smog. Acedia twisted, stalking through it trying to sense his whereabouts. Only met with warped images of her own appearances. Her body morphing smaller and smaller in each one until each one loomed over her. Closing her in as she squinted. Hands grabbed at her from behind. Twisting around to smack the hands away but it was futile. Wiggling her arms Much as she could she was able to slip from her jacket.

There was pregnant pause before a soft clink alerted her to his area. She ran forward but stumbled as soon as you took a few steps forward. A glass ball bigger than her head rolling the opposite direction.

"Myster-" before she could finishing speaking. All instincts kicked in as she shot a vine to a thick pole above. Flying upwards making her stomach knot as she latched onto it. Mysterio's figure grew from the smoke. Stretching up into few from the mirrors. It was her chance!

She shot another vine, it twisted around the tables leg as she steadied herself. His laughter filled the room as he tried to spot where she was through the smog. Suddenly, he was sent flying to the floor as she pounced. Vines wrapping around him as she skidded across the room. Darting all over the place as he thrashed. Falling to his knees as he knocked into the floor.

His mask vibrated from the force. His cheek smacking against it with a wince. What was worse it fell off as soon as he whipped his head up. Rolling to who knows where as he was left bare. His smirk strained on his face as he looked up at the sloth hero. Her foot pressed against his chest as she gripped the vine tight. Almost like a leash as she kept a distance.

His breath was caught in his throat as the vines pressed into his skin through his costume. His arms bound behind him as he kept his head held high. Red on his cheeks as he kept his signature smile. Taking in the sight before him. Watching each breath she took. Panting hard as she tried to keep her heroic composure. Each twitch of muscle that lined her limbs. The wild frizz of her hair from whipping about. Trying to imagine her expression - is she smiling too? Snarling?

A shiver went up his spine at the mere thought of her glare. White pupils squinted down at him. Like this. Wearing his desire like a badge on his chest. Imagining her eyes, whatever colour they may be, hardened and cold.

No. No she was too sweet. Too kind to look at him with such disdain. Heart too full of care to do such a thing.

"No more tricks." Acedia huffed out.

"Me? Trick you? I would never."

She let out a laugh through her nose. Shoulder's relaxing as she loosened her grip on the vines. Restless fingers twisting them as she grew nervous. He didn't have any bruises or bloodied noses; that was a relief.

“Y-you look good like that”, she muttered, blush hidden under her mask. The words stumbling out of her mouth before she even realized. Too engrossed in soaking in the view. Kneeling before her, chest puffed out as if shining with pride. Back arched displaying himself fully. Every part of him aching. He was glowing against the coloured smoke. Faint lights of the lair glimmering down on them both showing each detail. The stitches on his costumes. The peach fuzz on his face. The loose strands of his hair.  He was gorgeous.

Like any good magician, there was no trap inescapable. No trick unable to be solved. His hands wiggled and squirmed against the bindings. His arm slowly freeing itself. Acedia's eyes darted to his shifting arm. Charging forward to grab it but it was all he needed. His back hitting the ground. Forced to follow after as her foot dug into his ribs making him groan.  

She was above him; one foot on his chest and the other on the floor trying to balance as best as she could. Hands either side of his head as their faces hovered inches apart. He reached towards her face making her stiffen. Waiting with baited breath for his next move.

"You're.... really close now..."

With ease Quinten pushed her mask just enough to display the bottom half of her face. Fingers trailing from the fabric down to her jaw. She was completely frozen as heat crawled up her neck. Her skin painted with rose hues. His touch lingering as he tilted his head.

The scent of cinnamon and roasted nuts made his eyes flutter. Subconsciously breathing more of it in as he gently held her jaw. Just her so close was making his whole body set ablaze. Only her touch able to soothe it.

“I could get used to seeing you on top of me." He breathed out, a light chuckle on the end of it. Their lips almost brushing against each other. A stolen breath snatched from both of them.

Waiting. Hoping.

"I think you look divine.." His voice was soft. Scared if he moved or was any louder she would disappear. Be an illusion more cruel than anything he could think of. To be snatched of this opportunity was worse than any crime he could commit.

Both of their faces were completely red. His breathing uneven as as she removed her foot from his chest. But it still felt full. Filled to the brim of her. Only her. Taken by her heart and soul.

"I- I don't -" Acedia struggled to think. Unable to even express even one of the thousand's of emotions storming inside her.

“Have me, please, all of me.”

Quinten's lips grazed her trembling ones. Her eyes shaking as she tried to focus on what was happening. Her mind racing. One half of her brain telling her to sink into him. The other screaming for her to run.

“Than what would be left of you?” she whispered. A thread of worry lacing in her voice. It quivered against the longing shine in his hooded eyes.

“Whatever you think I deserve to keep.”

She gasped. Realization striking her like lightening. Stuttering noises of embarrassment as she stumbled up and away from him. His body immediately following after her. A chill running down him without her warm glow. Retracting the vines she had around him with a quick 'whish'. Running over to grab her jacket before running towards the vent.

"J-JUST DON'T COMMIT ANY CRIMES-!!" She screamed as she made her fumbling escape.  Mysterio stared, eyes wide at the ceiling. The phantom sensation of her lips burning his very being. He remained locked in place as if he was still bound. Heart thumping in his ears.

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[happy74827]

I forgot how good this movie is 👀

Song: Pathetic — Society

Movie: Spiderman: Far From Home

Character: Quentin Beck/Mysterio

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[ravagedarkness]

Spider-Man: Home Under Fire, Chapter 12: A Way In

For Peter and MJ, there is a road to reconciliation. Unfortunately, for them, it’s a long road littered with many an obstacle, ranging from old foes and a new enemy with a familiar face to personal issues that have gone unresolved for years. All the while, they'll have to contend with a conspiracy to undermine the vigilante community of New York.

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[creelmalfoylaufeyson69]

Hopefully coming sooner than later (if my attention span didn’t suck balls)

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[a-little-bit-of-ships-in-my-life]

Spiderio prompt: Soulmates

Where everything is the same, except people who are destined to be together share the same mark on one part of their body- where it could be their hands, backs, shoulders, collarbones, any part. Quentin at some point in his live was curious about who could be his soulmate. Even he was quite hopeful to meet them. But the whole B.A.R.F Fiasco happens and he, in the seek of Revenge decides to throw away that thought of loving someone and being loved in return.

So, everything goes as the movie. But during the bar scene, when he's talking to Peter so he could get hold of E.D.I.T.H, he sees it. Inside the kid's wrist, when he takes off the glasses is a mark.

A mark he also, has in him.

Peter is his soulmate. The protégé of the man who took away everything from him, is his soulmate. The one he planned to take advantage of so he could be a better than Tony.

Finally, he meets his soulmate, and everything is so heavy around him, the weight of the realization in his shoulders crush down into him like he never felt before. He's so close yet-

He doesn't know what to do. It took him just a glance to his face, and everything explode in colors, in light, in a feeling he never experienced before but heard about somewhere, far ago.

Imagine Quentin having to deal with the knowledge that his soulmate is Peter Parker, and he noticed in the worst moment.

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[links-destiny]

I am really predictable with my OTPs... 😅 Feel free to do only one or neither of these but: BeckMason + what they do during the downtime when Beck's android is in jail. AND/OR OckVulture + meeting and bonding again as cellmates after S1E8.

Word count: (515)

Notes: Hopefully, I'm doing them justice, but I decided to pick BeckMason since I'm still trying to figure out the characters of TSSM. I enjoyed getting some insight on how other people interpret them :]

Mysterio is clearly not alright with the arrangements that have been made. He understands that the plan is to have Electro break the other members of the Sinister Six out of The Raft, along with having his double assist with the escape, but what do they mean he has to 'lie low' and for how long!? Simply unacceptable...

Having to pretend that he's still residing in prison and out of commission for weeks on end is just awful and dreadful work. How can they expect him to just sit still, and hang up the persona that is the Great Mysterio, Master of the Arcane Arts?

Tinkerer isn't particularly happy with the situation either. Sure, he and Beck are very close now after working many times before. It's always nice to spend time with someone that he not only just tolerates but actually cares about too but try concentrating on any of your delicate projects when you're constantly around an actor with a wounded pride and having to hear the continuous droning of his supposedly dramatic 'theater voice'.

"Why is all this junk on my workbench, Beck? This clearly has your handiwork written all over it, and please take this by all offense, but nobody's buying your butchered rendition of Latin anymore." Tinkerer shakes his head and starts shuffling the papers that were scattered across the table. It's obviously a concise and neatly typed-out script that his significant other has been working on, but right now he wants nothing to do with it while he tries to work. "Anyway, I thought I told you to have a designated space all the way over there."

"Don't manhandle my papers. You might ruin them." Mysterio snags them from his hands, trying his best to smooth over any wrinkles and bends that were made.

His tiring expression softens for a moment. "You know I wouldn't do that, even if they happen to be such an inconvenience."

Mysterio pouts, looking down at the plain clothes he's been wearing. They show nothing of the flare he's most used to, and even Tinkerer catches on. "It's the only thing I've been focused on. This is my own way of being productive since I can't roam around, lest someone is to recognize me. As soon as the others come back, I can finally have a plan at the ready and a show to perform under the guise of Mysterio again."

Tinkerer rolls his eyes, leaning against the table of his workspace. "What could you possibly need rehearsed lines for? You're a capable criminal, not some actor flaunting for their next role anymore. We have a few days left before Electro passes rehab. Don't tell me you're honestly worried that you're starting to get rusty or something."

The silence afterward definitely told Tinkerer all that he needed to know. He sighs heavily. "Maybe I'm now realizing that I underestimated how much this quarantine is starting to affect you more than it is me..."

He grabs Mysterio's hand and pulls him away from the space. "Come on, I think we both definitely deserve a break."

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[eagledrawsandvibes]

“Let’s go somewhere, you and me” with Shocksterio?

Ask and ye shall receive!

It’d been a while since they had a night like this: Quentin Beck and Montana not having to worry about the bug, just them joking and playing pool in Montana’s bar after hours.

“And so I said, ‘Oh but Spider-Man, you are in a pickle!’ And then I dropped a pickle prop on him!”

Montana let out a hearty laugh, messing up his shot, but it wasn’t like he cared. Quentin laughed along with him.

“Darling, I can’t tell whether you’re the funniest guy I’ve met or the stupidest.” He smiled at Quentin, his gold tooth shining in the light hanging over them.

“It could never be the latter, Mysterio is no idiot!” Quentin did a dramatic hand motion as if he were still in his Mysterio get up.

“There’s some people out there who could beg to differ.” Montana chuckled.

Quentin rolled his eyes. “Well, even though the spider got away again, at least I still got what I needed.”

Montana stood up from his position over the pool table. “Is that so? What was the job this time?”

He shrugged. “Otto just had me steal some machinery. It wasn’t easy but it’s better than that time he wanted me to get some money. Can you believe how difficult it is to open a vault while also juggling multiple illusions to throw at Spider-Man?”

Montana smirked, going back to lining up his shot. “Can only imagine, sugar.”

Quentin glanced away, grinning. As he paused, he began to think. Could this maybe be the night he would…but Montana wouldn’t…well, gotta find out.

“Hey, Montana?”

Montana stood up, facing him. “Yes?”

Before Quentin could open his mouth, he felt his stomach turning. He would always be in awe of the Enforcer, how his long russet hair flowed perfectly behind him. How his scars, while could be seen as unnerving, brought attention to his strength and resilience. His one scarred eye still managed to see so much in Quentin. He was the perfect man for him.

He shook his head. “Montana, let’s go somewhere, you and me.”

The Enforcer blinked. “Alright, sugar. Where’re we going?”

Quentin grabbed his hand. “I wanna show you something, something I’ve wanted to bring you to for a while.”

Montana smiled. “Sure then.”

***

It took a while of sneaking around, they were criminals after all, trying to avoid places where Spider-Man often swung around, and a lot of “Your place must be far, hun,” but eventually, the two got to just outside their destination.

Before the two went in, Quentin covered Montana’s eyes with his hands. “Now, now, no peeking just yet. It’s a surprise.”

Montana chuckled. “Alright then, I promise.”

Doing his best to navigate Montana around, Quentin led him to the surprise, trying to not cause Montana to trip.

Quentin stopped walking and removed his hands from Montana’s eyes. “So, what do you think?”

Montana stood in front of Quentin’s surprise, and what did he see?

A room, with a giant hole in the wall, or where there should be a wall, as a sort of window to all of Queens. The walls had paintings and stolen art hanging on them, with a rug in front of the hole. There were cabinets to the sides as well, with a rouge couch with two pillows on them. The hustle of the city sounded so distant, and the night sky above sparkled with stars.

Quentin Beck’s special abode, for his nights of peace.

“Not even Mason knows of this place. It’s not too much but—”

“Wow.” Montana walked a little bit around, observing the room. “How long did it take you to set this all up?”

“Oh, not much.” Quentin went and sat down on the rug, looking out towards the city. “I obviously had to steal some stuff, like the couch and art, and had to install the cabinets myself for just-in-case situations, it took a while.”

Montana looked back at Quentin and sat down next to him. “Y’know, despite the giant hole here, this place looks pretty well kept.”

“I actually like this view.” Quentin glanced over at Montana and then glanced back out. “It reminds me of how the world’s a stage, and someone out there is watching us perform. And us, the characters, set on a stage that, despite its troubles and flaws, can actually be beautiful. The stars are our stage lights, and the traffic below is our orchestra.”

Montana chuckled. “You’ve been rehearsing that one for a while, huh?”

Quentin rammed his head into Montana’s shoulder playfully. “Knock it off!”

“I’m kidding!” Montana laughed again.

The two looked back out up to the stars, observing how they shone and twinkled, clouds not being able to hide their beauty.

“I’ve wanted to take you up here for so long, ever since we started dating,” Quentin said, not taking his gaze off of the stars.

“Oh really?”

“Yes, well, it’s because…” Quentin turned over to Montana, placing his hands on the other’s hand. “I’ve just wanted to say that—”

Montana turned over to Quentin, meeting his gaze. “Enough.”

Montana grabbed Quentin’s chin and kissed him. Quentin’s eyes widened, but returned the kiss by grabbing Montana’s head and pushing further into the kiss.

A night to remember.

#asks #eaglewrites #tssm #the spectacular spider man #quentin beck #mysterio #fishborl #jackson brice #montana brice #shocker #shocksterio #fanfic

[green-greed]

DA BOYS ARE SLAYING!!!! ✨🪩💖 this chapter is about breakfast and yeah. Sinister Six eating breakfast. no romance just vibes.

#spider man #marvel #fanfic #fanfiction #doctor octopus #marvel fanfiction #otto octavius #spider man fanfiction #doc ock #electro #max dillon #maxwell dillon #mysterio #quentin beck #vulture #the vulture #adrian toomes #leaven #kraven the hunter #sergei kravinoff #the sandman #sandman #flint marko #william baker #chameleon #the chameleon #dmitri smerdyakov #drabbles #day in the life #slice of life

[hoffmanstits-enjoyer]

Quentin: i don't do relationships

Peter: *exists*

Quentin: well, fuck

#incorrect marvel quotes #quentin beck #tom holland peter parker #quentinpeter #spideysterio #wdym the movie wasn't like that #being enemies is also having a relationship #also this every AU mdbdndbxnxb #and the best fanfic out there available #love this exact dynamic for them

[adgaea]

Hi! Story three had been posted within my Refuge series.

TW: Blood, injury, non-consensual drug use, insomnia, daggers, stalking, anxiety, sensory overload

Disclaimer: I do not own anything.

Story under the cut!

Months passed, and luckily things calmed down, especially after Montana hired a lawyer and media specialist to help Peter make an official statement and answer questions so that they wouldn't rag on him too much. The worst thing still remaining from the events in the past though, was the fact that Harry was fighting a battle to become an emancipated minor, and with little to no money of his own left, it was quite hard especially since he refused to take any of the money Norman had left Peter, but so far, he'd been allowed to live by himself so long as a social worker came by every day to ensure that he was fine.

One of the best things though, was that all of those close to him now knew his identity. Though, some were quite aggravated that they'd been hurting a minor for all that time. It had resulted in a couple of arguments, but soon things were settled.

He had had to take about a week off from school, and a press release had been issued about the kidnapping, so everyone unfortunately knew about that, but at least he didn't have to hide why he was injured that time. Peter had healed well from his wounds though, and he'd been back out patrolling for the past few weeks. He'd wanted to start patrolling again earlier, but May decided against it, as Peter was still healing. One good thing to come of it though was the fact that he'd gotten more work done in the labs and earned more money from the Tinkerer. The best part was though, that with some of the inheritance money, they'd been able to rebuild their home in Forest Hills, so they were no longer living with Montana.

The uncles were all even more protective than before. Peter'd seen more than one of them during his patrols just to keep an eye on him ever since he'd gone back to being Spider-Man. Not to mention Quentin was hanging around the school more as well. He blended in quite well, and made a splendid drama teacher after the old one passed away recently.  He'd had to leave his old job, but he'd discussed it with Montana and the others and everyone liked the idea that Quentin would always be at the school if Peter ever needed anything immediately. It also helped that Quentin also wanted to be there for Harry.

Not to mention, things in the criminal underworld had deescalated and become less harmful when Hammerhead took over after Tombstone's arrest. There were way fewer dead people. Hammerhead found it more useful to keep people alive and use them as informants as opposed to killing everyone who had any information he wanted. Crime had also gone down since Peter had revealed his identity to the rest of his group of Uncles because some of them had been really confused when they'd taken him to Ock instead of an actual medical doctor.

Peter was enjoying this night though. It was beautiful and it was the best for just taking a relaxing swing through the city.

He couldn't help but sigh and take off his mask when he reached one of the highest points with no cameras near in the city. It was so much better to see the view with unmasked eyes. Though, he had to wonder why his spider sense was still on the fritz. It always seemed to be at a low hum ever since he'd been rescued.

~~~~~~

Kraven growled as he used his long range goggles to watch the spider perch at one of the highest points in the city. He smirked as he saw the spider unmask. He'd been watching the spider-child for a while, but it was great to get confirmation that his target was indeed Peter Parker. It would be time for the final hunt soon. The spider would fall by his hand.

~~~~~~

Peter yawned as he did his best not to fall asleep in the middle of English. He'd gotten plenty of sleep the night before, but the book they'd been assigned to read in the class was just so boring, and he couldn't help but doze off out of pure boredom.

Luckily, the bell soon rang and he was able to go to his next class. Harry met him in the hallway, as they had the next class together. Peter immediately noticed that Harry looked more downcast than usual.

Peter furrowed his brow and questioned "What's wrong Harry?"

Harry sighed and responded "I can't live by myself anymore and I don't qualify for emancipation. My social worker wants to place me in a foster home with the next couple of weeks."

Peter grimaced and looked down.

He looked up and responded "Do you think they'd let Aunt May take you in. I know that she wouldn't hesitate to take you in."

Harry shook his head and said "It has to be someone already registered to be a foster parent, and I know that's not your aunt."

Peter sighed and said "I'm sorry, Harry."

Harry just nodded as they proceeded to their next class.

~~~~~~

The school day went fairly quickly, and Harry was allowed by his social worker to go to Peter's home and work on a project they had been assigned.

May overheard their conversation about Harry's current living situation as they were coming in.

She spoke "Hello Harry. I couldn't help but overhear that you're having some issues with emancipation. Let me get you the number of a friend of mine that helped me when I last had some legal issues to take care of."

Peter and Harry just stood there as May pulled out a business card for Nelson and Murdock's firm. Peter wasn't really surprised that those were the people she had been talking about.

Harry took the business card from her and saved the number of the firm into his phone.

He responded "Thanks, Ms. Parker. I'll give them a call tomorrow. Do you think they'll actually be able to help?"

May snickered as she said "Trust me, they're some of the best lawyers I've ever known. They'll take your case."

Harry nodded and he and Peter went up the stairs to Peter's room. May called up to them that dinner would be ready in about an hour.

~~~~~~

Peter and Harry worked on the project for a little while until Peter cringed hard.

Harry was surprised when Peter just dropped his notebook and gripped the back of his neck while looking towards the window.

Harry spoke as he looked around the room "What's wrong, Peter? What's the danger?"

Peter cringed and said "I'm not sure, but I know it was a brief spike in my spider sense. I looked out the window, but nothing dangerous is there, and I don't hear anything abnormal. It's been going off all the time ever since I was rescued from Tombstone's base, and sometimes it just spikes randomly. It's become quite annoying and even painful sometimes. Almost like a miniature sensory overload."

Harry frowned and said "Maybe you should tell Ock about it. I know that he's been helping you with some of the more spidery aspects of your biology."

Peter nodded and said "Yeah. I'll do that. Right now though, we've got to work on this project. it's due next week, and I cannot afford a fail."

~~~~~~

Kraven left quickly. He had deployed an experimental drone to spy on the spider-child. He was quite fascinated by how well the child's danger sense worked. As soon as he had the drone close to the window, the child had cringed and looked towards the window, but not in enough time to see or hear the spy drone. Kraven was so glad that he had invested in getting the tech from A.I.M.. Both that and his enhanced cat senses were coming in handy. It would help him monitor the spider's actions without ever having to be close.

~~~~~~

Gwen and MJ noticed the next day that Peter was rubbing his neck more often and seemed to be unfocused.

MJ spoke "Did you forget to buy anxiety meds or something, Peter?"

Peter shook his head and said "No. I don't take anxiety medication. That is something to think about though, considering how I've been feeling for a while."

Gwen pulled him to the side after MJ left and questioned "What's really up, Peter?"

Peter rubbed his neck again and answered "My danger sense just won't stop going off no matter what I do. It's constantly buzzing and now it's causing sensory overloads more than it ever used to do."

Gwen still seemed concerned, but the bell rang and they were both about to be late for their next class.

Peter said "I'll see you later Gwen."

Gwen watched him go with worry.

~~~~~~

Peter and Harry walked together to a convenience store after school. They'd be going back to his aunt's house to just relax since it was a Friday night and they planned on hanging out for a while since Harry's social worker had already approved.

Honestly, Peter was just glad that he wasn't being tailed by one of his uncles. Quentin had offered to drive them, but Peter had declined. He needed a little bit of space, and luckily Harry understood. Peter never liked having a lot of attention on himself.

The walk to the house would be a lengthy one, but it would be worth it. Peter needed the time to just walk and hopefully clear his head. He needed the time to just walk around without thinking about any of his problems or Spider-Man things. Maybe that would help his spider sense calm.

He and Harry walked quietly together. Granted there were still a lot of people around, but it was nice to try and tune them out. It was harder to do with enhanced senses, but not impossible.

All was pretty calm until Peter felt a sting on his neck and reached up to feel what had hit him. He didn't feel anything though.

Harry had stopped and started questioning "What's wrong, Peter?"

Peter didn't feel anything abnormal so he just said "I think that I got stung by something. Do you see a bump on the side of my neck or anything?"

Harry took a look and hummed as he said "It looks like a bug sting? It's red, but not swelling very much. You okay?"

Peter rubbed his neck again as his spider sense amplified again.

He groaned and said "I'll put some antibiotic cream on it when we get to my house. It should be fine."

Harry nodded and they continued walking, unaware that they were being watched by a grinning Kraven, who was very satisfied with the micro-sized darts that his supplier had developed. A.I.M. would be pleased to know that the items he had commissioned were working quite well. The little spider had no idea what had just hit him.

~~~~~~

Peter tossed and turned. He was so restless, and anytime he came anywhere close to sleeping, his spider sense would screech or he'd have some sort of nightmare if he managed to fall asleep. Whenever he'd wake up, he'd be breathing hard and he could hear an eerie echoing of drums.

No matter how much he tried to get comfortable, they nightmares and drums wouldn't stop haunting him.

~~~~~~

Harry frowned as he glanced at Peter. The teacher was in the middle of a discussion about natural selection, and Peter looked like he was about to drop off. Harry was used to Peter looking like he was tired, but right now, he just looked like he was sick as well.

After class ended, he approached Peter.

"Hey, Pete? Are you sure that you don't need to go home?" Harry questioned.

Peter rubbed the back of his neck and replied "No. I'll be fine. I just didn't sleep well last night, and I've been having nightmares."

Harry grimaced and replied "Anything you think I can do to help?"

Peter sighed and shook his head "No. They'll ease off eventually. I just happened to have a really bad night, and I think that I'm going to have a sensory overload soon. My neck is aching massively."

Harry grimaced. He knew that whenever Peter's spider sense became overwhelming, Peter would pretty much shut down.

Harry nodded and said "Yep, I'm calling your aunt to check you out for the rest of the day. You don't look very good, especially compared to how you usually look when this happens."

Peter sputtered and said "But I was going to study with MJ and Gwen at lunch."

Harry hugged and said "I'll just tell them you got sick. It's not a lie."

Peter sighed and nodded. To be honest, he wasn't feeling great, so it probably would be better if he went home.

Peter heard Harry make the call, and soon he was called to the office and checked out by May.

May drove him home. They didn't talk. Harry had warned her that Peter had seemed to be about to go into a sensory overload.

Once they got back home, Peter went straight up to his room and collapsed on the bed. Hopefully, he'd actually get some rest this time.

~~~~~~

It was not a restful period. The nightmares continued, and the drums pounded louder each time. Peter had no clue what he could do to get them to stop.

~~~~~~

Another week passed, and Peter's friends were worried. He continued to look worse and worse as the week went by, but he'd refused to stay home.

Harry had even texted Quentin about the situation. Quentin had come down at the lunch period to check on Peter and grimaced.

Quentin spoke "Kid, do you need to go to Ock? Maybe he'd be able to help or figure out what's causing all of this?"

Peter sighed and said "Probably. I'll go after school though. I've got a few errands to run."

Quentin grimaced and replied "I can drive you. You don't seem to be in any condition to be off by yourself."

Peter nodded. He was glad that he had protective uncles.

~~~~~~

Kraven watched as the boy left Beck's vehicle. He smirked as he took note of how sluggish the boy's movements were. He'd been watching the boy via a camouflaged drone throughout the day, and he was looking weaker and weaker. The boy looked exhausted. It would be time to strike soon. He needed to weaken the prey before trapping it and taking it to a location where a true hunt could take place.

~~~~~~

Peter got even less sleep the next night. He and Harry were going to go to the library after school to study, but Peter wasn't sure that he'd actually be able to focus.

He couldn't help but yawn and hope that he'd get more rest later. He hadn't yet remembered to go see Ock and see if there was a solution to whatever was happening. He'd been forgetting to go to either of the labs ever since the nightmares came back with a vengeance, and he knew that his uncles were getting worried.

~~~~~~

Peter was slightly surprised when Montana came to pick he and Harry up after school. He and Harry got into the vehicle. Harry sat in the back and listened as Montana and Peter talked.

Peter smiled warmly and said "Hey, Montana."

Montana frowned and said "Kid, it's been a while since you've come around my place. Have you been looking at the group chat? We've invited you quite a few times, but you've only responded a couple of times.

Peter rubbed the back of his neck as he said "I haven't been feeling great lately, and my spider sense has been off the charts for some reason. I can't sleep without having nightmares or even fall asleep easily. I forgot to stop by Ock's lab the other day and keep forgetting to go to the Tinkerer's lab as well on the normal days which I work."

Montana grimaced and replied "You haven't been out as Spider-Man in a while either. I should have asked you about this sooner. Harry, do you mind if we skip your study time and I take Pete to Ock's?"

Harry let out a sigh of relief "I don't mind at all. Gwen, MJ, and I have been worried about him for a while. Quentin's been keeping an eye on Peter as well and recommended that he go see Dr. Octavius, but I think you're the only one that could actually get him there at the moment."

Montana smiled and nodded as Peter leaned his head back a little. He let out a sigh. He didn't even remember talking to Quentin about going to Ock's.

~~~~~~

Kraven was ready. It was time to get the spider. As soon as that car stopped, he would move.

~~~~~~

The ride to Ock's didn't take very long. Peter's head was pounding with a headache. He hadn't even attempted to fall asleep and he was hearing the drums and his spider sense was going crazy. He stepped out of the vehicle and was dizzy as he stood. He gritted his teeth and held his head as a wave of pain hit him.

Montana and Harry stood with him, but there really wasn't anything that they could do to help him. Peter felt a pinch in his neck and yelped. He began to feel drowsy and sick. The last thing he heard was Montana's startled yell as he collapsed.

~~~~~~

Kraven acted. The dart to the boy's neck worked quickly, especially since the slow release microchip filled with drugs from last time was still affecting him.

Kraven quickly dropped down and grinned as he took in the other boy's terrified gaze and Montana's furious one.

Kraven growled as he bared his teeth and said "Move aside, Shocker. The spider is mine."

Montana was holding onto Peter as he said "No. Not a chance. You aren't going to hurt him, Kraven."

Kraven just laughed as he replied "You are weaponless Shocker. You have no say in this matter."

Kraven lunged and pushed Montana back. Montana unfortunately had to let go of the unconscious Peter, whose body rolled to lie beside Montana's vehicle.

Neither Kraven nor Montana had noticed that Harry had run into Ock's base to try and get help.

Kraven easily knocked Montana out and grabbed Peter. His parkour was quite impressive as he escaped with his prey.

~~~~~~

Ock grumbled as he collected the unconscious Montana. He had seen a scuffle break out on his cameras, but he had not arrived on the street in time ot pursue Kraven and get Peter back. He would have to track down Kraven's base if they ever wanted to see the spider child alive again.

Montana most certainly would not be happy upon regaining consciousness.

~~~~~~

Peter groaned as he woke. His head was hurting, and his spider sense was going off. He could also faintly hear the pounding of drums. He tensed as he heard a menacing laugh.

He groaned and sat up. When he dared to look up, he was met with the sight of Kraven.

Kraven laughed as he said "I knew it would work, little spider. Your danger sense has been off even more since I used a microdart on you. It included a microchip inundated with drugs that would release in periodic intervals. I knew that you'd be so distracted that I'd be able to catch you and bring you here to my estate. Not to mention the near constant presence of my camouflaged drone has had you on edge as you could sense, but not see it once it was completed. All you can sense is danger, and I can tell that it's been driving you insane. I have brought you here tonight to face me in a battle to the death. I know you can hear the drums! You will fall by my hand tonight, spider. You will have a few minutes to run as a head start as I like to chase my prey, but it won't do you much good. Prepare to die."

Peter cringed and groaned. He was breathing hard as he stood and stared at Kraven. He wasn't scared of this psycho! Man, he hated the aftermath of being drugged, He still felt so weak!

He curled his fists as Kraven threw a fake spider suit at him.

"Suit up, spider! The final battle will begin soon once you have regained your full mental capacities!" Kraven said as he left the room.

~~~~~

Montana was furious when he regained consciousness. What use was he if he couldn't even help his nephew escape a threat?! He immediately got his suit and put his gauntlets on. He'd be prepared to fight as soon as they could figure out where Kraven had taken the kid to. He had noticed that Quentin and Tink had arrived though. Ock, Quentin, and Tink were working on trying to track Kraven down and checking cameras. Harry was sticking around and Montana took note that the laptop screen showed some of Kraven's financial records.

Unfortunately, the other two Enforcers as well as Toomes, O'Hirn, and Flint were all out of town. They wouldn't be able to help with this situation. Montana curled his fists. He recalibrated his gauntlets as he waited for anyone else to say something. Every once in a while he would glance at his phone when a message came through in the group chat. Everyone was worried about the kid.

The dang kid just couldn't stay out of trouble.

~~~~~~

Peter had reluctantly taken the head start. He had enough time to look around, but all he could see were trees and grass. No sign of any roads or anything to help him get a sense of direction. He figured that Kraven must own a rather large property. Too soon though, Kraven made his first move and tackled Peter.

Peter got out of his grip and punched Kraven. He then kicked him back by a few feet. Kraven ran at him again.

Kraven growled after Peter flipped over him.

He spoke "I see that you failed to put on your costume, little spider. No matter, I still know that you're the spider. You will not escape me!"

Peter couldn't help but grimace. This guy truly was nuts.

~~~~~~

Tinkerer spoke "Kraven has a property located in upstate New York. If I were a betting man, I'd sat that he likely took Peter there. I've sent my research on Kraven to you, Octavius. Do either of you know anything else useful about the man?"

Ock simply said "No." as Montana elaborated.

Montana said "No. Kraven was very secretive. None of us knew much about him. Thanks for sending me the location. Our posse will be ready to roll out soon. Thanks for the enhanced cuffs as well. At this rate, I'm going to have to carry them everywhere I go with how much this kid gets into trouble. Are you going to fly us?"

Tinkerer snickered and said "Yes, and good luck. The property will have enhanced security systems around it, but I'm sure that won't be a problem since Quentin is coming with us as well. Not to mention, most of it can be bypassed since we'll be taking the copter."

Montana nodded. It was time to go get his kid......again.

~~~~~~

Peter struggled in Kraven's grip as the man pinned him to the ground. Peter was breathing hard. He grimaced as Kraven moved one hand to get a dagger off of his belt, and Peter used Kraven's minor distraction to punch him in the solar plexus. It had been a quite awkward and uncomfortable maneuver to perform, but Peter had managed, thankful for his flexibility. Kraven grunted and fell back as Peter jumped back up into a fighting stance.

He gnashed his teeth as Kraven got another dagger and now wielded one in each hand. Peter kept his eyes on Kraven as Kraven circled him. Kraven once again made the first move. He lunged at Peter with one of the knives. It grazed Peter's left bicep, but Peter now had an advantage. He was behind Kraven, and had the ability to kick him in the back. Kraven flew forward and rolled after Peter's hard kick.

Peter quickly grabbed a dagger that had fallen to the ground. He definitely wasn't experienced in fighting with weapons like that, but he had to think of something, especially since he'd refused to put on that fake costume and web shooters that the guy had provided him with. Luckily though, he had some training with knife throwing thanks to his extended family on Montana's side. Hopefully, using the same techniques with a dagger would be similar.

Kraven came rushing at him again and went for a headlock, but Peter dodged just in time and managed to get a cut in. Kraven had howled in pain as the dagger sliced some of the skin on his side. His claws seemed to sharpen as he observed his wound.

Peter's eyes widened as Kraven spoke "You have drawn blood, spider. I'm rather impressed. Let's finish this though."

Peter could practically hear the memory of Billy instructing him on the best spots to aim for in a fight if someone were trying to hurt or kill him. He knew what places would be best to go for when going for either the kill or even a non-lethal blow. He never thought that he'd have to apply the knowledge to real life, but it may very well save his life if he acted soon.

Peter bit his lip and threw the dagger, hoping that the calculations he'd quickly made in his head would account for the difference in the blade size of this dagger and the knives that he's learned with on the Brice family's land.

Peter ducked and rolled out of the way as Kraven released an angry roar and rolled. Kraven made injured wildcat sounds as Peter's heart raced. Peter couldn't help but be relieved. The knife had hit the exact spot that he'd aimed for. It had hit the patella of Kraven's dominant knee and downed the man. Peter had thrown the dagger with enough force to break the bone. Peter couldn't help but cringe at the amount of blood flowing from the wound though.

He quickly took in his surroundings and grabbed another dagger from the ground that Kraven had lost his grip on when he'd rolled after being impaled in the knee. Peter didn't hesitate to run. He just hoped that he was running in a direction that would get him as far away from Kraven as he could.

~~~~~~

Montana and Quentin both were well equipped as they arrived at Kraven's place. Tinkerer had given them infrared goggles, so that it'd be easier to track the whereabouts of Peter and Kraven since Kraven's property was rather large. They'd arrived by helicopter. Tinkerer had flown, and he'd continue to scan the area from above and report anything of use to Montana and Quentin through their comms.

Ock would make use of his time by raiding the mansion and seeing if he could find anything of use. He was also in charge of calling the authorities in to come get Kraven once they were able to incapacitate him and find Peter. Montana and Quentin made sure that they were connected on comms and went separate ways in order to cover more ground.

~~~~~~

Peter was breathing hard as he ran away. He didn't even really know what direction he was going, other than away from the main threat.

He let out an 'oof' when he hit someone though. He felt arms come around him and immediately started to struggle until he finally heard his Uncle Montana's voice. Peter only relaxed slightly as Montana released him.

Peter turned towards him with a smile and did his best to regulate his breathing. Eventually he was able to speak again.

"H-Hi." Peter simply said as Montana shook his head and pulled the goggles off.

Montana calmly took Peter in his arms again and hugged him. The kid had really needed it. Peter just let his head slump against his Uncle's shoulder for a minute.

Montana spoke "How injured are you?"

Peter sighed and said "Not bad. Just a few cuts, and lots of bruises. I got a good hit in on his knee with a dagger, but I wasn't sure about his stamina even with an injury, so I just started running."

Montana hummed and said "We're not far from the tree line. I've already sent a discreet message that I've found you, but we've still got to track Kraven down. The authorities should be here any minute if Ock did his part right, so we'll be skedaddling pretty quickly."

Peter nodded as Montana started to lead them out of the woods.

It wasn't a long trek, but soon after leaving the woods, they heard growling sounds. Peter knew that Kraven was close. His spider sense spiked and he pushed Montana away just as Kraven launched himself out of the woods and pounced on Peter. Kraven's claws dug into Peter's shoulders. Peter couldn't help but let out a cry of pain. He blocked out whatever nonsense Kraven was trying to spout and acted upon instinct.

He curled his legs up towards his torso as best as he could and he kicked. Kraven flew backwards and hit a tree. Before he could even think of getting back up, Ock was on the scene and restrained him as he cursed and continued going on about how they were ruining his destiny.

Peter had stood shakily and Montana was quickly by his side again. Peter leaned on him heavily as the wounds on his shoulders continued to bleed.

They were all startled as they soon heard multiple alarms blare. Montana listened to Tinkerer through comms about what was going on and repeated "It's the proximity alert. Police personnel along with a Ravencroft transport vehicle are arriving. They've been looking for him for a while now.

Soon, Quentin had joined them back at the scene, and all of them watched as the police finally arrived. They had aimed their guns at the villains, but hesitated when they saw Peter and the state that he was in. Then they realized that the one called Kraven was restrained by Ock. They were still wary, but they knew who the real threat was.

Ravencroft personnel took charge of the scene and had Ock assist them as they restrained Kraven for transport. They made use of the cuffs that Tink had created. They also took care of bandaging Kraven's injured knee.

Kraven hissed and growled as he yelled "No! NO! I will not let you restrain me any longer! It is my destiny to destroy him!"

He could be heard growling and snarling up until the back doors of the Ravencroft transport vehicle were closed.

The cops were just standing around, and were surprised when Ock spoke to them. He approached the one in charge of the scene.

"Hello, officer. This drive contains all of the incriminating files you need along with other sensitive information on Kravinoff. I trust that no move will be made against me or my associates at this time, as this was a rescue?" Ock spoke calmly.

The officer replied "No. We're not even equipped for that. We were just called out here on emergency. No hostilities."

Ock just nodded and the officer called his superiors. They woudl need a detective on the scene and would have to close off the property to conduct a full investigation of events. Ock was not worried though, he had already hidden the information that Kraven had been after Peter because of the Spider-Man persona. It was quite easy to fabricate evidence that Kraven had gone after Peter because of his closeness to many of the members which used to belong to the Sinister Six.

The chaos had quieted some, but it was still a rather eventful time.

Peter was still trying to regulate his breathing. He had defeated Kraven on his own. He had defeated the crazy guy on his own as Peter Parker. It had been rather different using his spider abilities while outside of the costume, but it had saved his life.

He leaned heavily against Montana as a wave of exhaustion hit him. The adrenaline rush must have worn off. Not to mention, for the first time in a while, his spider sense was silent.

The last thing he heard before passing out was Montana's startled shout as he started to fall.

~~~~~~

Peter couldn't help but groan as he reawakened. He was achy all over, but honestly felt better than he had in weeks. He soon opened his eyes to see that Montana and Quentin had already noticed that he was waking up.

Peter yawned and groggily questioned "What happened?"

Montana answered "You fought Kraven and had a major adrenaline crash, kid. Not to mention once we got you back to Ock's lab he scanned you and found that you had a microchip in your neck that was periodically injecting you with drugs. Ock and Mason were able to remove it though."

Peter smiled and said "Thanks for coming for me guys, but I'm still really tired. My spider sense is actually silent at the moment, and I'm really tired, so I think that I'm going to pass out again."

Montana and Quentin both laughed.

Quentin said "We'll still be here when you wake back up, Pete. Get some rest."

Peter nodded and yawned again. He was soon asleep.

~~~~~~

Harry hated that he'd had to rush off for an emergency meeting with his lawyer. He'd wanted to be there when Peter was brought back, but unfortunately he couldn't be. Not to mention, he'd be busy for the next few days and wouldn't be able to visit him, but he was at least getting updates via text from Montana and Quentin. He was just glad that Peter was relatively alright and finally able to get some rest.

~~~~~~

Peter was soon well rested and ready to roll again. Once he'd woken up the second time, after about ten hours of sleep, he felt monumentally better. The only thing he hated was that Aunt May had been terribly worried. She hadn't even known anything about the situation until he'd been brought back, and she was terribly angry about it, but glad that Peter was safe again.

Not to mention, the news hadn't caught wind of anything. That was sort of a blessing.

It was finally the night before he had to return to school since he was finally mostly healed, and Montana was hosting a movie night at his place. Everyone would be in attendance.

Montana smiled at Peter as they worked on popping popcorn in the kitchen. He was glad that Peter was feeling much better now.

Montana remembered a previous thought and said "Well kid, I have a job for you if you want it. I need your help designing some armor that I can keep on me at all times so that I'm always ready to help if help is needed. When you got taken by Kraven I didn't have any of my armor on me, and I couldn't beat him in a fight. I at least want some gauntlets that I can masquerade as watches."

Peter smiled and replied "That's a great idea. I'll write some plans up and take them to Mr. Mason. I'm sure that he'll help."

~~~~~~

Soon, most of the group was in attendance. Peter answered the next knock to the door, and Harry was there.

Harry hugged Peter, happy that he was relatively fine now. His wounds from the fight with Kraven had healed well, and there was minimal scarring.

Peter was going to be coming back to school the next day. Harry had been updating Gwen and MJ via text, but only saying that Peter had gotten sick. Even though Gwen knew the secret, Peter didn't want her to worry too much, especially since she tended to hover. Plus, this way he'd hopefully avoid receiving the look.

Harry briefly looked at his phone and sighed after reading a recent notification. Peter could tell that something was wrong.

He questioned "What's up, Harry?"

Harry rubbed the back of his neck as he said "Mr. Murdock has arranged a meeting with me and my social worker among some others for tomorrow, and I'm nervous. I really just want to stay by myself or at least decide who I can stay with. I really hate all of this legal stuff."

Peter smiled lightly and did his best to reassure Harry. He really hoped that things would turn out well.

He and Harry soon took their respective seats on the couch.

~~~~~~

Peter hoped that Quentin was alright, as he had left midday without texting he or Harry.

Harry had been worried as well, but had seemed to calm as he received a text reassuring him that Quentin was fine.

The remainder of the day was filled with anticipation for Harry, as he had a meeting after school. Nothing Peter, Gwen, or MJ said could ease Harry's worries.

As the day ended, they wished him luck, and Harry parted ways with them as he got into his social worker's car. Murdock would be meeting them there.

~~~~~~

Harry was utterly confused as he entered the meeting with the lawyer May had recommended and his social worker. Matthew Murdock was a strange man, but he was quite great at his job, so Harry wasn't too worried. The only thing worrying about the meeting was the fact that he had no idea if CPS was going to move him in with people he had no desire to live with or get to know.

When they entered the meeting, his eyes widened. Quentin was sitting with the CPS people and his social worker. Harry then furrowed his brow. He was so confused. He thought that meetings like this were supposed to be confidential. Was Quentin pretending to be a CPS person to ensure his safety?

One of the women from CPS spoke "Hello, Mr. Murdock. Thank you for your presence. It will really help with finalizing the documents if all goes as planned."

Matt smiled and nodded as everyone took their seats. The meeting officially began.

Harry's social worker introduced herself "My name is Madelyn Smith, and today's meeting was called to discuss the placing of Harrison Osborn into a safe foster home."

Harry shrank into his seat as she continued speaking.

"I must say though, that an application for adoption has already been submitted by an interested party, Mr. Quentin Back."

Harry's eyes widened as he sat forward and glanced at Quentin who was smiling at him sheepishly.

Miss Smith continued "It is quite odd how these proceeding have occurred, but somehow things were fast tracked, and Mr. Beck has been approved if the minor, Harrison Osborn, wishes to accept the offer of adoption."

Harry furrowed his brow as he stuttered "Yeah, yeah, yes, I accept. I trust Quentin."

Matt spoke "I have the needed paperwork with me to proceed as I was contacted before this meeting proceeded."

Harry was still surprised and stunned as the paperwork was doled out and signed. The meeting was not taking long.

Matt spoke again "Thank you for agreeing to host this meeting, and this paperwork will be submitted to the state. An official hearing will be held at a later moment, but now that the paperwork has been signed, Harrison Osborn is now in the custody of Mr. Quentin Beck and at the time of the hearing may so choose to change his last name."

The meeting was soon over.

Matt walked out alongside Harry and Quentin soon joined them.

Matt questioned "Well, Mr. Osborn, are you planning on changing your last name?"

Harry glanced nervously at Quentin and rubbed his neck as he said "If Quentin'd be fine with that, I'd love to change my last name. I don't want to be an Osborn and have that name define me for the rest of my life."

Quentin patted Harry on the shoulder and said "I wouldn't mind it a bit, kid. I hope that you don't mind that I pulled a few strings to take you in?"

Harry smiled and said "I don't mind it at all. You're like an uncle to me."

Quentin laughed and said "Great! It's settled then! Harrison Osborn is no more, but Harrison Beck he shall always be, if he so chooses!"

Harry smiled widely and said "And a great Beck I hope to be!"

~~~~~~

Detective George Stacy observed the scene once all other agents were out. He had already viewed some of the digital files, but had easily noticed that someone had encrypted them and edited them. He had decided to go back to the Kravinoff mansion and observe the source files. Those would be much easier to decrypt than the copies.

He sent all other agents away as he worked.

It took him quite a while to decrypt everything, but he didn't become one of the best detectives for nothing. He had skills that many of his fellow detectives could not boast about. If only they knew of his past before he'd become a detective. He had quite liked being a secret agent, but that was all in the past.

He watched through all of the footage concerning the incident and read through all of the documents that had been hidden. He knew that the paper trail had likely already been destroyed, but he'd been lucky that the digital files remained deeply hidden until he'd unearthed them.

Once he observed the actual evidence, he sighed. He wasn't too surprised that Kraven had targeted Peter because of his spider qualities. He'd known that Peter was Spider-Man for quite a while now. That boy would never know how many times he'd covered his butt and protected his identity from being revealed.

He sighed once again and made the decision to completely erase all of the files pertaining to Spider-Man and Peter. He'd protected Peter's identity almost since the kid had first become Spider-Man, and he sure wasn't going to jeopardize that now. He'd protect that kid and his identity whenever able and needed.

Once all of the data was fully erased, George shut everything down and exited. The others present shot him questioning looks, but he wasn't going to answer to them. He'd just keep his impassive face on and let them think that he had found no additional information.

All in all though, George was extremely glad that Peter had made it out of that situation alive, and that the Spider's identity would remain a secret.

A/N:  Thank you for reading.

I am not a social worker or have anything to do with law processes, I just wanted a certain event to happen, so I took creative liberty and threw how real law and CPS works out of the window.

Hehehe.....Can you tell that I like it when Peter Parker's the one attacked as opposed to when he's using his Spider-Man persona? Can you also tell that I'm obsessed with kidnapped Peter Parker stories?

#tssm #tssm peter parker #the spectacular spider-man #fanfiction #spider-man fanfiction #marvel fanfic #peter parker #spider-man #quentin beck #tssm mysterio #tssm kraven #kraven the hunter #george stacy #harry osborn #montana #tssm montana #jackson brice #otto octavius #phineas mason #tssm tinkerer #i love reading #i love writing #i love fanfiction #blood #injury #daggers #stalking #anxiety #sensory overload #insomnia

[theweirddivide]

There next part of my ‘cause freedom is no small thing series is here!! I know a lot of you have been waiting for this one… 👀

#ao3 #irondad #peter parker #peter parker & tony stark #quentin beck #spider son #ao3 fanfic #my fic #irondad and spiderson

[unhingedmarvelandclassicwhobuff]

Anywhere but Westview: alternate futures for Wanda if someone, ANYONE, had actually looked out for her after Endgame:

Clint takes her in and she lives with him and his family, eventually meeting Kate and Yelena

She throws in with Sam and Bucky and helps out against the Flag Smashers

She ends up bonding with Peter Parker and eventually accompanies him against Mysterio and the Multiverse (also, I only just thought of this, but Wanda meeting Quentin Beck would be pretty interesting, as he could try to sway her with their mutual hatred of Tony).

She accompanies Steve to put back the Stones and convinces him to return to the present instead of going back to the 40s.

T’Challa and Shuri, feeling guilty over not being able to save Vision, invite her to stay in Wakanda, and she eventually helps Shuri against Namor.

Peter Quill invites her to join the Guardians because he wants a buffer between Thor and himself and she ends up becoming close with the crew, especially Rocket and Nebula. (While I would love to imagine her written into Volume 3, I respect Gunn too much to pollute his story.)

Scott asks her if she wants to meet Cassie, and she ends up bonding with the Lang family, eventually going with them to the Quantum Realm and battling Kang

Bruce offers her help to make amends between the two of them, and she goes with him to Sakaar

Strange is fascinated by her powers and invites her to Kamar-Taj

Rhodey, seeking to make amends with her in a way Tony never wanted to, offers her a place to stay.

If anyone wants to try their hand at making one of these a full fanfic story, be my guest.

#wanda maximoff #clint barton #yelena belova #kate bishop #sam wilson #bucky barnes #peter parker #steve rogers #t'challa #shuri #peter quill #guardians of the galaxy #scott lang #bruce banner #professor hulk #stephen strange #james rhodes #cassie lang