#these people trying to steal his spidey kid

[fotibrit]

A couple different people around New York have deduced, through one way or another, that Spider-Man is a teenager. They’ve started giving him life advice, when they see him. One even called Spider-Man “son” after buying spidey a bag of chips.

In totally unrelated news, Tony Stark has beef with a bunch of strangers throughout New York, and refuses to explain why.

#your honor peter is HIS son #these people trying to steal his spidey kid #how dare they #tony stark #iron man #peter parker #spider man #irondad #spiderson #irondad and spiderson #marvel mcu #peter parker and tony stark

[areislol]

xiao as spiderman headcanons 🕸️

►— pairings. spiderman! xiao x gn! reader

► — warnings. slight angst (?), fluff, modern! au, spiderman! au

► — a/n. guyss this includes xiao as spiderman and also your classmate (you don't know that, shhhhh) art by @niilar on twt

wordcount. 3.3k

𝐱𝐢𝐚𝐨 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧... / general hcs / meeting you

i. xiao definently stays quiet throughout the day, he doesn't really want to make himself all that known in society (hard to when you're literally spiderman). his only job is to protect the city and its people, he doesn't have "time to do other things other than saving the city" as he says.

his mysterious nature and how he keeps his life and well, himself, so private only makes people want to know more about him, reporters and people who are dedicated to finding out more about his life would try to follow him whenever he's done saving the city or just webbing a robber on a wall but whenever they try to follow him they always end up losing him after a few turns around buildings.

and xiao knows this, he doesn't get why they're so interested him and his life, it's bothersome really. but then again, he understands at the same time. i mean.. who wouldn't get so curious about one's life when they leave straight away after fighting some bad guys? it only makes them more interesting!

ii. he's so quiet and doesn't talk much, even when he's fighting. his opponents are always egging him on to talk and teasing him but he only gives them one snarky comment or scowl in response. even when he's not fighting, even when he's just roaming the streets to see if anyone is up to no good (and many people watching him), he doesn't speak.. not once.

when someone asks a question he gives them a short answer because he can't be that rude, but if it's too personal then he'd just start walking faster and if they keep on pestering him he'd just swing away.

iii. he's so, so chill. nobody really hears that much from him and they can tell that he's really chill because?? whenever somebody alerts xiao as he's walking the streets that there's somebody trying to steal a bag of grapes he's sighing and nodding his head, thanking the person beforeswinging towards the place like it has happened more than once (it has)

the way he swings and thwips his webs is so elegant and has such a.. calm and chill vibe/manner? of course any spiderman who has been spiderman for a long time gets used to swinging and gets good at it but the way he does is different.

it's probably how he swings from one building to another with such ease and it looks like he's cutting through the air...

iv. HE MULTITASKS!!! he would be fighting with some bad guy, for example, a reptile mutant! and then all of the sudden his minions start to run towards xiao from different directions and he is so quick with it.

he quickly looks around his left and right before webbing them to the wall while also avoiding the attacks of his opponent, (that's so hot of him) AND HE LOOKS SO GOOD DOING THAT AS WELL!!!! the way his face is so concentrated on trapping his enemies to the wall yet also avoiding the punches of the reptile mutant and sometimes even using the webbed enemies to whack the mutant as well.

thanks to his spidey senses, xiao can easily swiftly avoid the attacks and land a blow towards his enemy. and by the end can you just imagine every single one of the enemies minions webbed to the walls, squirming and cursing while xiao's just stepping on the reptile mutant who's wrapped in web with one leg, some of the web wrapped aroun the palm of his hands and whenever the reptile would move, even just an inch, he would tug on it, narrowing his eyes at the mutant.

"be quiet and don't move."

even if it's something simple like webbing a bagel for him to eat while also webbing a theift who stole some old woman's purse nonchalantly. the little things you guys. the little things.

v. he has a soft spots for kids. and people know this. you can often spot him just minding his own business before stopping in his tracks, watching a couple of children play soccer or any games. and even though he's wearing a mask, you can notice the way his white eyes soften and the jawline softening. it's adorable.

he gets really shy whenever anybody asks if he has a soft spot for children. always blinking stupidly at the person before shaking his head.

"no, what makes you say that?"

vi. texts with fighting like it's nothing. (just like miles honestly) this links in with multitasking but.. i'll keep it separate. could be fighting some big ass monster or robot but he'd be texting you, his friends, getting in tune with today's drama or even watching the live video of him fighting the monster.

[1:15] "hey Y/N, what are you doing?"

[1:15] "... atlas, aren't you meant to be fighting off that dude? 😭😭"

you're literally watching the live video on youtube right now on your laptop. and he's fighting some big monster dude that's wrecking buildings and throwing cars while xiao's effortlessly avoiding the cars and texting on his phone, texting you. you can see how he looks away from the phone to web the guy's arm to the back before texting you back.

[1:20] "yeah, sorry for the late reply. was busy"

??? but he looks so hot while doing it so it's fine.

vii. xiao would try to distance himself a little from you since he's spiderman and he doesn't want you to get hurt but at the same time he wants to be with you. he then remembers that he's spiderman, he has spidey senses, he saves people.. he can easily prevent any danger coming towards you!

so that easily solves the problem.

vii. when he first met you (as spiderman), he had saved you from a group of boys who cornered you in a dark alleyway, and it just so happened that xiao was patrolling that area. when he spotted the odd scene of a group of boys surrounding someone, he immediately, and quietly, walked over to the alleyway.

and when he heard your scared and wobbly voice, pleading for them to leave you alone he clicked. stepping into the alleyway, making sure not to make a sound before gripping onto one of the guy's shoulder tightly.

"and what do you think you're doing?"

the guy turned around so fast he almost got whiplash and his eyes widened at the sight of the spiderman. before any of them could move or think or their next move he quickly webbed them two by two onto a wall, making sure to tape their mouth with webs as well.

that's when he saw you. his crush. you were crouched down, cheeks wet with tears and hair sticking on your forehead from sweating too much from being afraid. he slowly stepped towards you, making sure not to freak you out. he felt anger and rage travel throughout is body, they made you feel this way?

"are you alright? what did they do to you?"

you explain to him how they have been following you for a while now, only for you to be cornered into an alleyway. an that's when he found you, and xiao understood how scared and terrified you were so he offered you a hand to get up, he made sure you were stable.

you were sniffling and your eyes were slightly puffy from all the crying, xiao just couldn't leave you like this. his job was to protect the city and its people, nothing else. but.. he wasn't just spiderman, underneath the mask was a normal human being who was just like everybody else. and so xiao decided to cheer you up by taking you a calm and warm café.

it was a bit odd, for spiderman to offer you a treat but you couldn't deny that you were hungry and you agreed. you two ended up chatting from walking to the café, inside and sitting down and even till you two left.

xiao had to admit that it was quite fun to chat with you, you listened and had many stories to tell him, even drama from your school (that he somehow already knows..). he eats with the lower mask lifted up to reveal his lower part of his face and wow, was he attractive.

you were so wowed and taken aback by his... pretty lower face? you tried to eat your donut but it would miss your mouth and you just stared at him in awe as the donut missed your mouth like three times. and only when xiao stops eating his own food and looks at you quizzically and clear his throat, do you snap out of your thoughts and begin to eat your donut.

your gaze definenetly made him red and nervous. he didn't know why but something about you drew him towards you, was it your friendliness? how you were patient and kind towards him? how you treated him like a real person than just spiderman? it surprised him that you were this kind. maybe.

he paid for everything despite your protests and to your dismay. you two walked out of the café and he made sure to walk you home to make you were safe. you were thankful for him saving you and walking you home since you never felt safe walking home alone.

and plus, you got to talk to somebody as well! xiao didn't mind listening to you ramble on about your day, it's... as if he's used to it already.

when you're by your apartment door you're thanking him profusely and he's just taking it with a nervous wave, telling you that it's alright. opening your door, you're about to step inside when you turn around and it almost frightens xiao by how quick you turned.

"how about– we.. as a thanks we go to that café again? i'll pay, this time."

your face is slightly red from inviting him to that café, since you've never really invited anyone to anywhere, let alone spiderman, a very handsome one.

xiao dislikes the idea of you paying but then again, throughout the time you two were at the café he felt so comfortable around you even though you two were strangers and barely knew each other, well, that's what you think anyways. plus.. he gets to spend even more time with you!

since then, the café became a place you two would frequent to get together again, to talk and discuss about your day. thing is, you two start to grow closer and closer the more you two meet in the café, and it went from just a day in a week to like three-four days in a week to going to the café.

and that's how xiao, as spiderman befriends you! funny how he's both your friend as spiderman and xiao, isn't it?

𝐱𝐢𝐚𝐨 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞

i. he was one of your first friends when you both first arrived to school. xiao wasn't the "friends for life!!" type, but like spiderman xiao, he was drawn to you. your cheery smile and aura made him feel so welcomed and safe, like he would never be judged.

ii. xiao doesn't have many friends, like maybe two or three. but you're his closest friend. and no matter how many times you try to help him gain more friends (because so many people always give him an interested look), he always turns the offer down and shakes his head, saying that you're enough. (which never fails to make you blush)

iii. he sits next to you, always. if somebody takes HIS spot, he will glare at them until they get the message and get up. and sometimes his leg moves to the side, touching yours. obviously you notice but don't say anything. and if you happen to sneak a glance at xiao while he does this you can notice a very faint blush on his cheeks.

iv. he is VERY smart, like impossibly smart. so he always helps you with your questions, like you don't even have to ask, one glance at your puzzled face and he's already helping you. also takes this opportunity to inch and move in closer to you to the point your shoulders are touching.

if the teacher EVER picked on you to answer a question (that she knows you absolutely do not understand) xiao will whisper the correct answer, and to make sure the teacher doesn't notice he looks down and rests his cheek on his palm, making sure to face you before muttering the answer.

loves to see your happy and confident face when the teacher is astonished by how you got the answer right, that is until she calls you up to explain how you got your answer.

tutors you for free if you need it, he's a great tutor. he takes your pace and understands what he needs to do to make you understand, whether it be visually like a video or a drawing or if you need it to be physical.

gives you his homework answers, but also explains to you how he got them since he wants you to understand. lets you cheat off his paper, and he is ALWAYS prepared for his tests so if you need a study/revise buddy, he's your top pick.

if the teacher ever caught you cheating off a text (which, will never happen) he would take blame, saying that he knew and allowed you (true but still).

v. he's very protective over you. always keeping you close by (to the point where he's either lurking right behind you or pulling you in where your shoulder and hips are touching, you don't complain.)

xiao glares at any boy who decides to give you the look, he wants to keep you safe so he never leaves you alone unless you need space or feel uncomfortable.

vi. when he first got bit, you immediately knew something was wrong when he came to school all sweaty and nervous. you questioned him if he was okay or sick but he said it was nothing, obviously it more than nothing since he continued to profusely sweat and looked around at the people around you like they were crazy.

you brought him to a classroom where nobody was and tried to calm him down, he did, gradually. of course he didn't tell you that he was bitten by a spider and that he may or may not be spiderman.

but overtime he started to started to get the hang of being spiderman and could control his nerves around you, but that also meant that he more sensitive with his new abilities. he could tell when you were about to get intro trouble or whenever you were going to get hurt

he is so so thankful for his spidey senses, although even without them (before he was bitten) it was like he could sense whenever you were about to get hurt.

because of his training to become spiderman and saving the city and people, you two spent less time together, but it didn't mean he makes up for the lost time!

vii. this is out of topic but... that's right folks, in apology for not spending enough time with you (which is like, every hour of the day) he stays over at your place, watching movie with you, studying, baking, or just sleeping over. he gets to be even closer with you without anyone to disturb him.

he also gives you little gifts sometimes, whether it be little snacks you like or cute keychains on your desk. or sometimes you'll see your favourite drink or some heated food on cold days on your desk, and when you look over at xiao like "???" he's all like ":)))"

viii. sits with you during break all the time, sometimes buys you lunch and eats it with you. if you're feeling confident and cute, you can feed him. he's in shock at your question if you could feed him and he's EMBARRASSED, but he still lets you feed him with a grumpy face, it's so cute.

people are always questioning whether or not you two are dating or not. it's honestly so cute seeing you two eat together, the way you two talk about whatever for so long and you two NEVER run out of things to talk. normally it's you that's doing the talking and xiao listening.

ix. lends you his blazer every winter season, when you lose/forget to bring yours or just gives it to you for no reason. and he finds you so adorable when his blazer is slightly big on you (if you're shorter than him)

sneaks a photo of you in it without you knowing.

x. HHHH IF YOU'RE INTO LIKE CUTE LIL ACCESSORIES HE TOTALLY LETS YOU PLACE THEM IN HIS HAIRRRRR, whether or not it matches his appearance or not xiao will still wear them no matter what because it's you.

xi. if you ever gift him keychains, and EVEN though they don't match his whole appearance/vibe, he'll still place them on his bag cause?? he finds it cute.. like if you have a whole different style compared to xiao he definenetly finds the difference... cute.

xx. switches sides with you when you two are walking on a pavement near a road!! like originally you were on the road side but xiao quickly switches sides with you so you're on the safe side with all the buildings while he's on the road side. (plus with his spidey senses he can just protect you 100x more)

xxx. when you two are on a bus going to school together, if there's no more seats he would either, one, glare at someone until they give up their seat (it works), two, holds you close by the waist with one arm while he uses the other to hold the handle.

or you're in front of him WHILE he's holding you by the waist and using his other hand to hold onto the handle, if the bus ever shakes or halts abruptly xiao's quick to hold onto your waist tightly and makes sure you're okay. it always makes you blush.

if you two are going on the regular bus to go to a city or some place, he hides you from the creeps!! hiding your body (the back) with his front. or the other way, except, since he can't cover your behind with his hands or arms he pulls you into a hug and covers it with his bag (AAAAAAAAAAAAA).

he shares one of his earbuds with you, he probably buys a new pair of earbuds so it's brand new and not dirty, he makes sure he only uses one side while you have the other side.

xiao asks what songs he should add into his playlists so you can choose any song when you two are listening on the bus on your way to school or anywhere. doesn't matter if your songs aren't his type, if it makes you happy he could care less.

xl. he holds your bag. it's the bare minimum, i know, yet so attractive. heavy or not he WILL hold your bag so your shoulders aren't affected by your straps at all.

lx. totally unrelated to this topic but, he definenetly keeps and sticks polaroid pictures of you two (or you) on his wall, anything you take with him he puts on his wall, right next to his bed so whenever he wakes up, he's either met with the face of you (yes he's that whipped for you) or he can just turn around to be reminded of you again.

when xiao invited you over to his place, he kinda forgot about the pictures on his wall so when you noticed them when you entered his room xiao was SO shy and embarrassed, stuttering and stumbling over his words as he tries to explain himself but you laugh and shake your head, telling him it was cute.

dies inside when you give him some polaroid pictures of you, just you.

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[phyrestartr]

Simple Things [3] - Miguel O'hara x Male!Reader

# Mild NSFW, fluff, comfort, flirting, light angst, male!reader, dad!reader, spider!reader, implied depression, mentions of trauma, mentions of past relationships, mentions of manipulation, old men just doing their best, miguel is a sweetheart and a nerd, multi-part drabble collection

[ 1 ] Smoke Break | [ 2 ] We Change Like the Seasons | [ 3 ] Meet the Kids

Notes: Covid is still kicking my ass but I wanted to finish this part off so I can make the reader and Miguel fuck in the next part wahoo \o/

-- Meet The Kids --

A girl walked into the lab. Miguel thought maybe Gwen or another spider had come to ask something of him or to steal one of the cookies from his desk console (wouldn't be the first time), but the lazy scuff of shoes on polished floors sounded too clumsy to be one of his agents. She wasn't wearing a suit either, Miguel realized after sparing a glance over his shoulder; she did, however, sport a day pass on a small wrist. 

"And you are?" Miguel asked before turning back to his screens. He wasn't really in the mood for conversation while he tracked the next anomaly, but he couldn't say he wanted some random kid to be touching his stuff in his lab. 

"I dunno. Who're you?" Ugh. 

The clattering of something hitting the floor made Miguel's eye twitch. He took a breath. "I'm the guy running the show here." He closed screens with gruesome scenes of destruction, hiding them from the prying eyes of the innocent in the room with him. "And I'm the one who's about to call your guardian." 

She scoffed. "My guardian?" 

"Whichever spider dragged you into HQ and let you off your leash with a day pass." Miguel spied her out of the corner of his eye, but didn't have the decency to face her. "Lyla. Scan her." 

"You got it, buddy." 

"Woah, wait–!" The girl gasped as a warm orange light washed over her, flickering across her entirety before vanishing. "Dude." Despite the attitude, her voice trembled faintly. Miguel almost felt bad. But she touched his stuff. Not his fault. 

Lyla whistled and adjusted her sunnies as she leaned into a tiny screen of her own. "Oooh, you're gonna love this, Miguel–" 

"Miguel?" The girl repeated. "Like…the guy Dad talks about?" 

A clairvoyant feeling overwhelmed the spider, probably the same way spidey senses hit the normal spider-people around him. Somehow, he knew who she was, who her dad was before Lyla even said it. 

"Yep, that's (Name)'s kiddo," Lyla chirped. 

Miguel looked at the girl. He really looked at her this time, feeling some sort of stupid with how much she looked like you; her hair was fluffy and unkempt in the same shade yours was, the shape of her nose was like a smaller, cuter version of yours, too. Then there were her eyes. That same hazy hue of uncut gems, a colour of protective dullness that hid something brilliant and effervescent from the outside world. 

"(Name)'s kid," Miguel repeated. Your name felt comfortable on his tongue these days. "Kid, I–what're you doing here? Where's your dad, huh?" 

The girl, very clearly looking around the room to try and spot the elusive Lyla, shrugged. "I 'unno." 

Colour Miguel unimpressed. "Oh, you don't know. Good. Great." He tutted before running a hand through his hair. "Lyla, call the kid's dad–" 

"He's sleeping!" She blurted. "You can't just, like, wake him up; Dad never gets to sleep." Her arms crossed tightly over her chest as her cheeks puffed. "And my name's Isabella, y'know." 

Miguel's dark brow raised in question. "Isabella." Said with a Latin accent. Interesting. Miguel's chest felt tighter. "If your dad's asleep then he probably left you with someone." He looked at her expectantly. 

Isa shrugged again and scuffed her worn soles against the floor. "Mr.Parker didn't notice. He's watching Natalie and Nico and May 'n whatever. So. Yeah." 

Mr.Parker? Oh. "Hm. He babysit you a lot?" God, Miguel should stop asking questions, but curiosity and that damn attention deficit had him by the throat. He turned around and folded his arms over one another, too, before leaning back against the stage console to speak with Isabella properly. 

"Ugh, why are old people so–so freaking annoying? I'm not a baby, I don't need anyone to watch me." Ah. Of course. 

"Oh, wow, ah-huh, yeah. Sure. I'm sure your dad agrees." Her amateur glare wrought a smirk out of him. Would he have argued with Gabi like this? 

Miguel cleared his throat and turned back to the console, reaching for another cookie absent-mindedly. "Look, you can stay here until your father comes to get you, but you have to stop touching things. Got it?" But Isa only grumbled and scuffed her feet again. "Isabella." 

"Uuugh. Fiiine." The girl plopped down into an old rolling chair. Miguel tried not to twitch. He would not snap at a child for breaking his chair, he would not do that. Absolutely not. 

Not even one minute of silence passed before the kid rolled closer to the centre stage Miguel stood at. "Sooo you're, like, my dad's boss or something?" 

"Guess that's the easiest way to put it." Miguel peered at the girl from the corner of his eye. 

"Okay, but what's the hardest way to put it?" Isabella wiggled and sat backwards on the chair, hugging the backrest as she scooted around the lab. "Are yooou…friends?"

Miguel shrugged. "I'd say so." 

"Hmmmm. Are you more than friends?" 

His eye twitched again. "Do you interrogate every adult like this?" 

Isabella huffed. "Uh, he made you cookies. It's sooo not weird to ask if you're, like, a thing." 

"A thing." 

"Like boyfriends–" 

"Santa Muerte, I know what you mean, kid." 

"Okay." Silence fell for all of ten seconds. "I'm just saying–" 

Miguel groaned. "Can you stop talking for five minutes–" 

"--you'd be waaay cooler to have for a step dad than all the people Dad's been dating." 

"Yeah, well, I'm hard to beat." Oh, wow, did he just say that about himself? Christ. Miguel took a deep breath and tried to relax his shoulders with all his might. "That came out wrong. I–look, you need to just–he's dating?" Miguel cringed. It's not that he was interested in you like that, just…he was nosy, that's all. But he was incredibly aware of how that must have sounded to an equally nosy tween. 

Isabella perked up. "Uh, yeah. But everyone he dates ends up being suuuper crazy and weird. Like, it's reaaally bad." 

He shouldn't pry. He really shouldn't. "...Bad how?" Ay, Miguel. 

"Like, they're always super clingy or don't like kids or something. And, like, Nico and Nat had moms who had dads who super hated dad, so they gave him money to make him go away." Isabella nodded matter of factly. "That's what Dad said. He's super sure he's cursed or something. Granny was a bruja y'know." 

Miguel shouldn't be listening to this. He shouldn't be prying into your life through the conduit of a chatty kid. Asking you would be the better option, but this way was so much easier. It felt like he could finally get a grasp of what you'd been through, and maybe catch a glimpse of who you were behind the scenes. 

"Then what about your mom?" Miguel asked, crossing his arms and flicking his gaze back to the monitors. "That didn't happen with her?" 

An offended gasp burst from the young lady. "No! My mom was so not like that. She was Dad's girl!" 

"No kidding." Miguel hummed. He wasn't about to ask what happened to her. Spiderman never had an easy romance, never had an easy life. 

"Yeah! They fought in the war together, and her name's–" 

"Isabella." Your voice cut through the air like winter rain. Miguel almost got chills, and Isa squeaked before hopping off her chair and scrambling on the stage to hide behind Miguel. 

"Oh, look at that. Someone's in trouble," Miguel mumbled, mean smirk quirking the corner of his mouth. 

Isa glared up at Miguel. "Jerk."

"Isabella, quit bothering the boss," You groaned tiredly. Miguel's ears perked as the coo of a little one fluttered through the air. He turned and found you holding the littlest baby in one arm, and a toddler in the other, both incredibly K.Oed.

"M'not bothering him!" She protested. "I'm just hanging out!" 

"Cut the crap, you're probably complaining about school or about my love life or how I wouldn't get you a new phone or some shit." Miguel had to fight back a laugh. He'd never heard you so exasperated nor animated before. "And why the hell did you run off, huh? You had Pete freaking the fuck out." 

"I got bored! I just wanted to go look around!" Isabella pleaded with a puppy-level whine.

"Isa, this place, it's–it's not meant for people without powers. You could get hurt, alright?" You adjusted your grip on the two little ones in your arms. "And the lab is a whole 'nother story, Christ–" 

"It's fine, (Name)," Miguel cut in, turning to you. "She was fine." 

But the worry lines creasing your forehead didn't smooth quite as much as he wanted. "'Ppreciate it, Boss. But, I…" you trailed off, sighing softly. "Yeah. Just. Thanks. I'll, ah, get her out of your hair. Bet you've got work to do." 

Mija, let's go is what Miguel swore he heard come out of your mouth before Isa pouted and ran after you.

Mija. That word brought a world of hurt and comfort to his chest–the coincidence of Spanish on your tongue felt too…perfect, like you'd learned it just to shove it in his face. But Miguel knew better. 

Isabella. 

Mija. 

Your girl, Isa's mother, must have taught you. He liked that, for some reason. The idea of learning something new for a partner. What would you teach him if you were– 

Woah, woah, stop, Miguel. Stop. His ears turned hot. He worried at his bottom lip with fidgety hands before shaking his head free from such dangerous thoughts. 

Focus, he chanted to himself, you've got work to do. 

--

You decided you were sick that day. No, you weren’t really, but the headache chipping away at your skull suggested that, hey, maybe staying home for a day wouldn’t be a bad thing. You could use a break from dragging yourself around New York, searching for the next big scoop, the next tragedy to document and earn a living off of, too. 

So, there you were, in bed, with the tv in the front room playing some sort of movie that you’d heard a thousand times but never learned the name of, while your littlest, newest addition to the family starfished in a laze, his tiny tummy pressed to your broad chest. Your fingers lazily rubbed circles against his little back as he snoozed and drooled on your shirt. Somehow, the giggling and chattering of his sisters didn’t wake him up. Maybe the drumming of your heart, or the safety of a warmth he hadn’t known until now, drowned all of it out. 

He didn’t even stir when his sisters screeched.

You closed your eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. God, please just let it be a spider, please just let it be a spider. You sat up, holding your baby to your chest as you plucked a gun from the side table. You carefully set Nico down into the warmth of where you were laying before stalking to the door and whipping it open, gun poised and ready for–oh. A big spider.

“What the fuck, Miguel,” you hissed, beyond exasperated as you lowered the gun. “Why the–what–I could’ve shot you.” 

Miguel looked beyond bewildered, though some would say entirely bamboozled. He had his hands up like the police had them in his sights, his face was a combination of embarrassed, shocked and annoyed, and his claws had popped out in his flustered panic. His spiderman suit was still on, but he had that white hoodie thrown on top like it’d hide the fact he was spiderman. Hopefully it did. 

“I–” Miguel started.

“Ah-ah.” You cut him off like a dog misbehaving. “Girls?” Their heads popped up from behind the couch and you sighed in relief. “It’s alright, he’s a friend. From work.”

One of your daughters gasped. “It’s the weirdo that’s suuuper into dad!” Isabella cried, jumping out from behind the couch and pointing an accusatory finger at a very unamused-looking Miguel. 

“For the last time, I’m not–”

“You so are!”

“No, I’m not.”

“You are!”

“Yeah!” Natalie joined in, hopping up and down by her sister excitedly and pointing at the man they deemed guilty. “You are, you are!”

Miguel, probably halfway to an early grave, looked to you for help. But you flashed him a tight-lipped smile that said more than words could offer: perish. 

You let the girls hound him while you turned on your heel, heading back into the bedroom to sooth your stirring little boy. The gun found itself back in the drawer, safety on, magazine removed, before you scooped the tiny being into your arms and smooshed up against your chest. Your son quieted and clung to you. You left a kiss on the top of his head to welcome him.

"So," you started as you came back to the scene of the crime, "the hell're you here for, Boss?" You asked, completely unfazed by how the girls had corralled him onto the couch and had his hands in their own, their curious fingers pushing on his tendons and making his claws pop in and out. Honestly, you were pretty tempted to do the same. 

Miguel pursed his lips and ignored the gremlins on him as he looked at you again, something distant softening his features. 

"I, uh. I heard you were sick," he confessed with a small shrug. "Just thought…y’know." 

You hummed as you rubbed your son's back. "Huh. How'd you find that out?" 

"Peter mentioned it." 

"Pete doesn't know I'm sick." 

"Must've been Jess, then." 

"Jessie doesn't know either." 

Miguel was caught. His ears grew red before his cheeks did, and you smirked. Cute. Way too cute. 

"Lyla told me," Miguel grumbled, finally. 

"Ah. There it is. Not so hard to tell the truth now is it, Miggs?" You said with a Cheshire smile and a wink. "Good to know you've got your confidant spying on me." 

Miguel freed himself from the children and stood up quickly. "It's not--I'm not spying on you, I–you–" Miguel pursed his lips. "I don't need to explain myself." 

That made you laugh. "Relax, tough guy. I don't mind ya swinging by. Or, hm, guess I don't mind ya portal-ing in." Miguel didn't seem to think you were that funny, but thankfully Nico, in his haze of dreams, giggled at the right moment. "Nicky thinks I'm funny. You should take notes."

It didn't take much convincing to get Miguel to stay for dinner. You made him take a shower, though, and leant him some clothes to lounge in while you cooked everything from scratch. From scratch. Miguel couldn't remember the last time he had a home cooked meal. 

"Yeah? That's sad as shit," you remarked nonchalantly as you diced vegetables. "Tell ya what, you make it a habit of coming around, and I'll make sure I make extra for you, yeah? It's important to have that home cooked goodness for your soul 'n what not." 

Miguel felt his chest fill with something fluffy and warm. "Good point." But it wasn't, really. "Guess I'll have to make it a habit." He leaned back against the counter as he watched you prep everything. "Wouldn't want you putting in all that extra effort for nothing."

You twitched a bit of a smile and nodded. "My thoughts exactly." 

You spared a glance at Miguel. He looked calm, at ease, like the threat of the dimensions collapsing wasn't at the forefront of his mind for once. You thought, maybe, this might be the first time in a long time that he had his mind off work. Maybe he was doing that whole human thing and enjoying the present for a change. Jumping to conclusions wasn't really your style, though. 

Crimson eyes flickered, then, gazing towards the crib settled in your bedroom. He must've heard your little man stir. He must've wanted to do something about it, if his sudden shiftiness told you anything. 

"You mind checking on him?" You asked softly, knowing that, maybe, this was a big ask for a man who only had a phantom to tuck in at night. "He's fussy. Likes to be held." 

"You're sure?" The other man asked, brows furrowed in concern. 

"You kidding? If there's any guy I'd trust with my kid, it's you." You fiddled with the wrapper of the packaged chicken meat before ultimately stabbing it with a knife. "Go on. Before he starts crying." 

And Miguel wandered off to the little one. His voice had that sound to it when he spotted him, that kind of gentleness a man unlocked when he felt what it meant to be a father, a protector of a smaller soul. You listened hard for Miguel's smile, and felt your heart throb when you heard, "Hey, mijo. ¿Estas bien?" leave his lips. Your little boy cooed, and Miguel made a noise that sounded so frightfully domestic and dad-like, you thought you might perish on the spot, or fall in love in a second. 

Get it together, get it together. A deep breath steadied your blitzing nerves when Miguel came back to the kitchen, Nico in his arms, smooshed up against his chest. You stole a glance, smiling to yourself when you caught Miguel mooning over the lazy bundle of joy. 

You worked fast, feeling a weird, undeniable desire to talk after you had your army of children fed and sent to bed. Miguel didn’t leave your side, nor did he deign to put Nico down, not through soup and sandwiches, not through 20 questions hosted by Isabella and Natalie, and not through the moments alone where you herded the young ladies off to wash up before getting them to bed for the night. 

“Y’know, you’re gonna spoil that kid,” you said with a smile when you came back to find Miguel on the couch with your son. You sat down by him with a dad-like sigh and peered at the little one snoozing away. “He’s gonna demand you hold him every time you come around.”

Miguel huffed a laugh. “You make it sound like it’s a bad thing.”

“Hey, with arms ‘n pecs like that?” You pat one of Miguel’s impressive biceps to prove a point. “I get where he’s coming from. Lots of free real estate with good foundations.”

“Oh? You want me to hold you too?” Miguel offered, some sort of impish lilt lifting his voice as he looked over at you.

You fought back the urge to swallow. “Sure. If you’re offering.” But Miguel looked a little caught again, a little unsure of how much to tease and how hard to press, so you let him off the hook with a laugh. 

“Man, you really remind me of her.” You rested your head against the couch, maybe a little bit on Miguel’s shoulder, as you watched your boy sleep. “Liliana,” you amended, “Isabella’s mom.” 

Scarlet eyes flickered to you. Seems you caught his attention. “Liliana,” Miguel tested the name on his tongue slowly, thoughtfully. “Isabella’s mom.” And after another pause, he asked, “I guess she’s gone?”

“Gone. Yeah.” You blinked slowly, and let the words rotting in your lungs breach the surface: “I killed her.” Ah, maybe you said that with too much nonchalance, you worried, but Miguel’s low hum seemed to suggest otherwise. 

It felt good. You couldn't stop yourself from talking. “It was an accident, I guess. She was a scientist. Geneticist, I think. Made me into, well, whatever I am now.” You flexed your hand and looked it over, like the blueprints of your design were still hidden under tired skin. “‘Cause, y’know, I was a soldier, she said I was gonna be the next Captain America, but… that doesn’t matter. Anyway, side effects were bad, really bad. I freaked out, then--then, y'know.” You took a breath. “Killed my little girl’s mom.”

You chewed the inside of your cheek as you stared at nothing, sucked back into a daze and a trance you’d long forgotten about. But you remembered the blood, the screaming, the way you and those webs ignited and how the white lab coats all howled and screamed and popped. The scent of roasted flesh should have disgusted you, it should have knocked some sense into you and dragged you out of whatever episode you were having, but instead–

Your stomach growled, and you cleared your throat. 

“Yeah. That was a bad day.” 

“I get it,” Miguel said, and sounded like he meant it. “Guess something like that happened to me.” 

You peered up at him, glimpsing his conflicted, troubled look. 

“Yeah?” Thought Spiderman had a boring, normal story. Because, in totality, you were something more demented than just Spiderman, so your story was more fucked up than the rest. Maybe you were wrong.

“Yeah. I was–my research killed someone when I was trying to make them into, well, Spiderman.” Miguel sighed and shook his head, admonishing himself from the past. “I didn’t want to. I got pressured into it. Drugged when I wanted to quit. It was a mess.

“Tried to rewrite my DNA, and then a colleague shocked that up for me, and I ended up with the claws, the fangs, the–the everything. Slashed his throat by accident, got some other people killed when they tried to help me, killed some baddies when I didn’t mean to.” 

Miguel’s gaze turned to you. “So don’t think you’re alone.” 

“Huh,” you said astutely. “Guess you really meant it when you called us ‘miserable bastards.’”

“Takes one to know one, I guess.” Miguel’s shoulder shifted slightly, easing down so your head could rest more comfortably against him. Your chest swirled with errant embers, but you tried not to think too hard about it. 

“You said I reminded you of her. Of Liliana?” Miguel asked, quiet and tentative. 

You hummed. “Yeah. The good parts.” You smiled (when had that gotten so easy?) and reached over to brush some dark hair from Nico’s tiny forehead. “She was smokin’ hot.” 

“...Huh.”

“Way too smart for her own good,” you continued. “It's always the smart ones that get me, y'know? Anyway, she was sly 'n funny in a mean way, but hey, I like that shit. Maybe I'm a masochist." 

"So," Miguel started, shifting slightly to face you more, "let me get this straight. You think I'm 'smoking hot,' 'too smart for my own good,' and 'funny in a mean way'?" The grin on his face was too much for you to handle. Why did you feel so hot suddenly? Why was he so close suddenly?

"I think that sums it up." 

"Huh. Anyone ever tell you you're an asshole?" 

"Ouch. Okay, what if I throw in 'she was born to be a bangin' mom','' you offered, feeling a long-forgotten rush of excitement as you sat up and leaned in close, so close, your hand coming up to cup the side of his strong neck as you kept talking, "and that she made me feel somethin' for the first time in a long time?" 

You could feel Miguel's breath hitch in his throat as he measured the gap between you two, his eyes flicking down to your lips and back to your eyes in debate. You wanted to close it. With every inch of your being you wanted to take the plunge and crash your lips against his. 

But, with every fibre of your soul, you didn't want to fuck this up. You didn't have words for what this even was, but you cherished it. Sauntering down this line of friendship, of companionship, was better than taking the dive back into that world of icy yearning and wilting roses–this type of love, the platonic sort shared between brothers and men, was meaningful in and of itself. It was good enough.

Wasn't it?

You looked over his face, in disbelief with yourself. "Who am I kidding?" You whispered, letting your hand fall from his neck like a glacier shearing away from its home. 

A small, tired laugh crawled from your chest, and you rubbed your face. "I, uh, think I oughta call it a night. I'm gonna–I gotta tuck Nicky into his crib." And carefully, gently, you scooped up your monkey and whispered quiet thanks into his hair–your little man was the perfect scapegoat. 

What're you thinking? Careful hands pulled up the banana-patterned blanket over Nico's tiny form after you'd set him down in the cozy crib that he loathed so much. You thought it was nice and comfy. Hell, if you could fit, you'd probably snooze in there all day. 

"Good work today, Nicky. I think you made the big guy relax a little, y'know?" Your son cooed sweetly in his sleep, and your spirit lifted just slightly. It almost gave you the strength to go face Miguel after coming onto him so hard. 

Finding the last bit of courage yourself, you gave your boy one last kiss on the noggin and quietly snuck out, closing the door with utmost caution behind you, only to be pressed up against it a moment later, and smothered with a kiss. 

A bolt of lightning kicked your pulse into triple time as you kissed Miguel back. His hands caught you by your hips, and your arms hooked around his shoulders and pulled him in closer. The simple thing was exhilarating. He was exhilarating. The embodiment of strength and resilience, of power and intelligence, was crushing you up against a door and taking the air from your lungs with such ease. 

"Fuck," you gasped when you parted with a wet noise that sounded far too Hollywood. "You're not half bad." 

"You've got a talent for ruining the mood." Miguel scoffed and tilted your chin up. His half-lidded eyes drank you in as soft breaths left his parted lips. You wanted nothing more than to be eaten whole by him (was that weird?). 

"I got a few other talents, too," you purred, voice swirling with velvety dark chocolate. "But that might be too much for an old man like–" 

Your squawked indignantly when he scooped you up and hoisted you over his shoulder like you were nothing but a petulant child. Your hands scrabbled against his back, and a shocked bout of laughter bubbled up from your core as he slapped you on the ass hard. Was this real? Were you seriously getting manhandled and spanked by Miguel O'hara? 

Miguel almost threw you onto the couch, but you guessed the children snoozing in the next room over hampered that decision. 

"If there's one thing I'm never too old for," Miguel murmured lightly, almost condescendingly as he set you down on the couch and got on top of you, "it's sex." 

Your eager hands flitted across his taut muscles, too excited and undecided as to where to land first. "Thought you were too old to sleep around?" 

"I don't sleep around," Miguel corrected, letting you fill in the blanks. 

That helped you relax a little. "Yeah?" 

He looked so conflicted, a little embarrassed, too. But that was becoming more and more common these days, thanks to you. "Yeah." 

You nodded and reached a hand up to his cheek, and he leaned in graciously as a needy cat might. "Okay. Then I don't either." 

Miguel hummed, and turned to mark your palm with a little kiss. "Alright." 

"And maybe…we don't fuck tonight." His sleepy gaze found you again with one dark brow raised, surprised. "I'm, uh, I think I'm down pretty bad for you, Boss. I don't wanna fuck this up." 

And, truth be told, you wanted to give him some respite. Maybe you wanted to give some to yourself, too; Liliana and Dahlia danced through your mind so much these days, no thanks to the burgeoning fondness growing for Miguel. He reminded you of both of them, of Winter and Summer, of snow and flowers. But it wasn't fair, not to you or him, to compare him to the epitome of cold and the apex of warmth. You needed time, too. Time to learn how to compare him to no one.

Miguel smiled, small and sincere. You admired the fine lines crinkling the corners of his eyes. He looked so handsome when he smiled. You wanted him to do it more. Were you enough to make him smile more?

"Yeah. I don't want you to shock this up either," he said, and your brows raised, incredulous. 

"This is what I get for trying to be mature ‘n romantic, huh?” Your fingers drummed against the arms caging you in. You thought about chancing a finger-taser to his ribs, but with those damn claws of his, you were a little too worried about your couch cushions getting demolished.

His handsome smile turned into a punchable smirk. “What? I’m agreeing with you.” 

“Ah-huh, ah-huh, that’s all, hey?” You leaned up and kissed Miguel again, slower and tamer this time, but still burning with want. Ugh. Why did you have to try to be all mature and romantic? “You’re just being a good boy?”

Miguel’s hips twitched at that, and it was your turn to smirk. Oh, how the tables turn. 

“Lay down,” you ordered, sitting up to get out from under him. “Come on.”

���I–what?” He grumbled, looking a little befuddled and frustrated. Cute, cute cute. “Thought we agreed on–”

“Heavy petting’s not off the table, right?” You cut him off. Miguel perked a little bit at the suggestion and did as he was ordered, his hands finding your hips again as you took your turn straddling him. “Luckily for you, I’m an expert at the clothes-on experience.” You winked and Miguel sucked in a breath. 

“Show me.” He ordered, voice deep and gravelly.

And you did.

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel x reader #atsv imagine #atsv reader insert #male reader insert #miguel ohara x reader #miguel ohara x male reader #miguel x male reader #male!reader #atsv male!reader insert #atsv x reader #atsv x you #miguel x you #miguel ohara x you #miguel ohara x y/n #phyrestartr

[weebsinstash]

I was wondering, would Mayday tell the difference between us the the YouTwo?? Cuz from the movie she looks very perceptive and smart enough, so I can’t help but wonder if she could tell when it’s us or YouTwo?

For example; we probably blow on her stomach to make her laugh whenever we greeted her. But YouTwo? She just holds her at arms length and looks at her like she’s a disease

And probably Peter B Parker would know it’s us or not??

I like the idea that certain people and especially the more animal-based Spiders can always kind of inherently tell who's who just by smell alone, but also, something I think I haven't utilized in many of my ideas yet is the Spidey Sense. You can lowkey just spidey vibe check someone and kind of tell or sense stuff about them? And like I dunno if I'm misinterpreting the scene but didn't Miles also have certain visions with some of his Spidey Sense episodes like in the first movie, he has visions of the spider being an alchemax spider just before he meets Blonde Peter, or, idk, he saw visuals with his Spidey Sense

Like sidebar but the whole, kind of vision thing, imagine you're extremely stressed and have you know maybe been doing some self harming stuff and Peter B sees you're going through it one day and, you're actually about to open up to him when you experience the Spidey vision/premonition of, you tell him and he immediately goes and tells Miguel, and you realize oh he's kind of a snitching bastard ain't he (but it's for your own good he promises he's just worried about you kiss kiss uncle Pete loves ya)

But no, I was maybe thinking, YouTwo pops up and Reader is going through their 'beginning a depressive episode' shit and you can tell YouTwo is new and freaked out and, well, it's real easy to see yourself in, well, yourself, and you're like "hey I know what it feels like to feel alone, maybe you could, hang out with this friend of mine, just this once" and you give some tips on how to act around them and, maybe the more you get depressed and feel useless, you actually let them take over more and more and it's when they have some decent "power" that they start actively replacing you and messing with you and trying to kick you out and get rid of you for real

Reader, who is also feeling aimless and depressed: hey other me, why don't you go hang out with this buddy Pavitr of mine, he has this healing energy--

YouTwo: *gets along well with Pavitr and he winds up inviting other friends of yours and YouTwo makes their own independent plans with all of them, basically assimilating deep into your entire friend group and giving themselves more opportunities to steal your friends and more people, and also these hangouts become later 'proof' aka "well im the real one and i can prove it, hey Pavitr remember when we--"*

Reader: hmmmm definitely don't like that!

But no just. Picture Peter B one day finds a little bruise on Mayday, maybe a few of them, and he noticed her temperament is a little different. He can just TELL something is wrong and so can her mother Mary Jane, and Peter thinks, well, there's really not many times she's even out of his sight, ALTHOUGH he DID let 'you' babysit a few times. And at first he wants to play it off, "oh you're just inexperienced with babies and Mayday can be a total handful, you probably just made a mistake" and 'you' even lie and say, maybe it was another kid or Spider animal who got to her when 'you' had barely turned your back

But Peter B gets a little tiny baby monitor/listening device gadget, like a little hard plastic keychain that looks innocent and is ultra durable, and he attaches it to Mayday anyways, just to find out definitively what's happening, and he's with Miguel one day making idle chit chat and they can just hear 'you' over the baby monitor, "why does he keep leaving you with me. I don't even like you, you nasty little monster" and Peter B is just sort of like. ":) haha I'm sure they're. They're joking. They're totally joking" and there's just a series of *yelp* "did you just fucking bite me? Little BITCH!" *Mayday cries out and starts bawling* "yeah you're lucky that's all you get, my parents used to do way worse to me--"

Cue Peter B and Miguel bursting into the room because both fathers are understandably ENRAGED because 1. Dude have 'you' been hurting Parker's literal actual baby and 2. This is not the person they thought it was. Oh SHIT is this not the right person they thought it was

Peter B eventually meets up with you, the real you again, because sometimes i imagine Reader just quietly moves to a normal part of Nueva York and you hand your Spidey life over to YouTwo, and youre understandably a little hateful and dont want to talk to him, but he kinda just, deposits his baby into your arms. Hes gonna baby test ya and see if youre the real one. Mayday just is totally relaxed in your arms, which are noticeably much more careful holding her than your double was because Peter B actually showed you how to hold a baby, and she also has a bandaid on her hand from scratching it against something and you're just like "oh no, you got a little boo boo 🥺 why does your DUMB DADDY keep bringing you around places you can get hurt" and Peter B is like "well ok I think that's a little uncalled for but this one is definitely the real one"

Peter B is then at the front of the Anti YouTwo lynchmob because "that fake HURT MY BABY, Miguel!" which of course wins over a bunch of other formerly skeptical Spiders. You think Jess would ever give YouTwo a second chance? Fuck that, she's not gonna trust some temperamental monster around her baby whenever it's born! Meanwhile Spider Cat who can't talk is over here like "yeah well why do you think I kept biting them, they're a fake 🙄 you see this bullshit, Spider Miette" "jail for faker, jail for faker for one thousand years--"

The Spider Society finally 'gets you back' all "and arent you so happy things can just go back to normal again :)" and you're like "uhhh no fuck you guys, I'll live here but only because you don't give me any other option, the only ones of you I still trust anymore are the animal Spiders, the little kids, Hobie the realest bitch in here who never doubted me, and the toys, isn't that right special edition neon funko pop Miles Morales"

One day after YouTwo has replaced you they get too comfortable thinking everyone is always never once going to question or doubt them anymore and some absolutely heinous shit comes out of their mouth and like they get the social equivalent of one of those Telltale or Fallout video game HUDS pop up, "EVERYONE disliked that" "Miguel will remember that" "social karma lost"

YouTwo, not realizing you did one last thing to fuck them over on the way out: oh hey it's that Hobie guy that's been gone for ages, the real me told me the special password to let him know I'm the real one was "blue lives matter"?

the second that shit comes out of YouTwo's mouth he instantly knows as well as literally anyone around who knows Hobie now knows that's the fake you. YouTwo gets some real life ass [YOU CANNOT FAST TRAVEL WHEN THERE ARE HOSTILES IN YOUR AREA] as Hobie and everyone else for that matter instantly goes into full "I can't kill you but I can beat your ass" mode

#yandere spiderverse #yandere stuff #sinprompts #yandere x reader

[sattlersquarry]

little freak (peter parker x gn!reader)

Summary: (Post NWH) Peter Parker knows that it sucks to go through life alone. But after everything that he put you through, staying away from you is the right choice...right?

Word Count: ~4.4k

Warnings: Language, allusions to sex, kidnapping, near death experience, loneliness, lowkey inspired by Little Freak by Harry Styles.

A/N: I haven't written for Peter Parker in so long holy cow!!!!

Peter Parker knows that it sucks to go through life alone.

But when the whole world forgets you exist, loneliness is a guarantee.

Columbia University is fine. It isn't MIT, and Peter isn’t there with his best friends, but it’s a good school and MJ and Ned don’t remember him anyway, so going to the same school as them doesn’t really matter all that much anymore. 

Peter reminds himself of these things like a mantra, that everything’s fine. He also tamps down the panic he feels anytime he sees you on campus. 

He knows he can’t avoid you forever. He also knows if you do see him, you won’t know him, so he can just politely smile and keep walking and it will be like nothing happened at all. 

But Peter keeps on hiding from you because of the heartbreak that threatens to tear his chest in two. Saying goodbye to you was one of the hardest things he’s ever done. The memory of finding you at your job at Delmar’s Deli last winter and not reintroducing himself like he promised tears him up inside, but it was the right choice. Still is the right choice. 

Anyone who gets too close to Peter ends up hurt, or worse. Peter would rather die himself than hurt you more than he has already. 

He’s content to be miserable and alone if it keeps you safe—but that all changes spring semester of freshman year, when you walk into the Psychology 101 lecture hall and take a seat next to him.

“Hey!” you say with such warmth and familiarity, Peter wonders if you do remember him now. 

He drops the pencil he’s holding. 

“Uh, hi,” he says, trying to calm his racing heartbeat. 

“I’m Y/N,” you say. “Nice to meet you.”

You hold out a hand to shake and Peter’s hope deflates. Of course. You’re just being nice. You’re always nice, even to strangers, even to people that don’t deserve it.

“Nice to meet you too,” Peter says. He shakes your hand and remembers a second too late to add, “Peter. I’m Peter Parker.”

Something indiscernible flashes across your face.

“Peter Parker,” you repeat. The name is familiar. Why is it familiar?

Before you two can chat more, the professor begins his lecture. Throughout it, Peter steals glances at you every few minutes. 

You’re a little older, but otherwise, it’s like no time has changed since the two of you were together. Since the days where you sat on his kitchen counter while he synthesized new web fluid over the stove. Since the days when you’d snap photos of him as Spidey in action for the school news team. Since the nights he’d sit with you on your fire escape, whispering about your plans for the future and stealing kisses under the stars. 

Peter wants to go back to those days and nights, but he can’t. 

So after class, when you ask if he wants to join you for lunch, he declines. 

“I’ve got to study,” he lies. “Thanks, though! I’ll see you.”

He gives you a curt nod and polite smile before he jogs out of the room. Embarrassed, you call your friends Ned and MJ to debrief. 

“I’m mortified,” you tell them after explaining what happened. “He practically sprinted away from me!”

“At least he was nice when he turned you down,” Ned points out, voice slightly garbled from a bad connection. “He could’ve been a jerk.”

“What’s his name again,” MJ asks. 

“Peter Parker.”

“Huh. Sounds familiar.”

“That’s what I thought!” you say, pressing the phone closer to your ear. “A lot of celebrities send their kids to college in New York. Maybe he’s a nepo baby.”

You hear the clicking of keyboard keys. 

“That’s weird,” Ned says. “I searched his name online and found…nothing.”

“Impossible,” MJ says. “Everyone has a digital footprint.” 

“Not Peter Parker. Except for an Instagram account he made three months ago with no posts on it, there’s no trace of him.” 

“Huh,” you mumble. “Super weird.”

“Stay away from him,” Ned warns. “He could be a serial killer.”

“Oh my god, he’s not a killer!” MJ says. “If he is, he would’ve agreed to lunch and then stabbed Y/N with a fork.”

“This conversation took a dark turn,” you say, shuddering at the image of the cute guy in your psychology lecture murdering you violently. “I’ll talk to you guys later.” 

Things continue the same for a while: you and Peter exchange kind smiles and idle small talk before the psychology lectures, but as soon as class is over, he races off faster than you can say, “Got any lunch plans?”

One day, you walk into class and he’s wearing a large pair of sunglasses. 

“Hey Peter,” you say. “I like your glasses!” 

“Oh, thanks,” he says. Truthfully, he’s wearing them to cover a bruise, courtesy of a new low-level villain terrorizing Manhattan, a trickster called The Spot. “I’m afraid they make me look like a douchebag.”

“No way! You look so cool.”

Peter blushes and mumbles out a thanks. 

After class, he packs up his bag fast, about to do his usual Irish Goodbye and leave before you can ask him anything. However, you’re too quick this time. 

“Look,” you say, “I need to be real with you, Peter: I think you’re really cute and I’d like to get to know you more. Want to get lunch with me?”

Peter’s eyes widen. 

“Oh, I don’t know,” he stammers. He adjusts the sunglasses. “I’ve got some stuff going on.”

“It doesn’t have to be lunch,” you say. “And it doesn’t have to be today. We could get dinner, or brunch, any day you want. Whatever works.” 

You’re aware that you sound desperate. Shockingly, you don’t care. 

Peter considers giving in. But he remembers the look of terror on your face as you fell off the scaffolding in the big battle. If Peter 3 hadn’t been there to catch you, you would’ve been killed.

“I’m really sorry,” Peter says, voice small. “You seem like a nice person. But I’m not interested.”

You visibly deflate, shrinking in on yourself as if you wish to miniaturize yourself like Ant-Man and disappear. 

“Oh, no worries,” you say. You smile apologetically at him, voice shaking a bit. “I’m sorry.”

“Please don’t apologize,” Peter begs. “It’s okay. Really.”

This time, you leave first, head down as you cut through the crowd of students leaving for lunch or new classes. 

Peter feels like a total jerk. But he’s protecting you. This is the best course of action. Right? 

***

“What’s his address? I just wanna talk.”

“MJ, stop,” you say. The two of you are FaceTiming that evening, and you’ve just given her the rundown of your failed attempt at asking Peter out. You swipe a stray tear from your eye. “It’s not a big deal.” 

“Nevermind, I don’t need his address,” MJ says. Her eyes glint with malice. “When we come for your birthday, Ned and I will track him down and beat him up for making you cry.”  

“I thought you were a pacifist.”

“I am, until my best friend cries.”

“I don’t even know why I am crying,” you admit. “I mean, why do I care so much? I barely know the guy. But…”

“But what?”

You don’t know how to explain it. There’s an affinity for Peter Parker nestled somewhere deep in your ribcage, and you don’t know why. But it’s threatening to tear you in two pieces or swallow you whole if you don’t get over yourself. 

“But he’s got a nice butt,” you say, attempting to lighten the mood. “I really wanted the chance to touch it.” 

“There are better butts attached to nicer people,” MJ promises. “Guys that won’t totally shut you down without even giving you a chance.” 

You hope that’s true.

***

When your birthday rolls around, Peter wonders if it would be weird to get you a gift. 

Probably, right? Since you’re just psychology seat partners. But he knows how you didn’t have many good birthdays growing up, and in another life when the two of you were dating, he always went all out for your special day. 

He chickens out and doesn’t buy you anything, but when you walk into class with a red birthday ribbon pinned to your jacket, he takes the opportunity to say: “Whoa, happy birthday!” 

“Thanks,” you say with a shy smile. “I know, this is corny. My friends forced me to wear it.” 

“Your friends?” he says, mind flashing to Ned and MJ. He misses them terribly. 

“Yep, my best friends Ned and MJ. They’re at MIT but visiting for the weekend and throwing me a surprise party. They’re not very good at the ‘surprise’ part.” You clear your throat. “You can come, if you want. But no pressure.”  

Peter considers declining, but he really, really doesn’t want to. He allows himself to be selfish, just once. 

“I’d love to,” Peter says with a smile. 

After he makes the rounds as Spider-Man, he arrives at your apartment. There are more people at the party than he expected. He recognizes a couple fellow Columbia students, and another student from your shared psych class hands him a cup of cheap beer. His heart stops up when he sees you in the crowd.  

You’re dressed up more than usual, with the addition of a sparkly, plastic birthday crown. You’re talking and laughing with Ned across the room. You look happy. You look gorgeous. 

Peter’s feet move faster than his brain. He’s stricken with the overwhelming urge to walk over there and tell you just how good you look, to backtrack on what he said before and beg you to go on a date with him. He misses you, he can’t be without you anymore, and goddamn, you’re stunning—

Smack! Peter runs into MJ, spilling beer down the front of her shirt. He was too distracted for his spidey sense to kick in and warn him. 

“Hey, watch it!” she scowls.

“MJ!” Peter squeaks out. “I’m so sorry!”

The scowl deepens.

“How do you know my name?” she demands, fixing him with a harsh glare.

Shit.

“Uh, you’re Y/N’s friend!” Peter blurts out. “They talk about you, like, all the time.”

You’ve mentioned MJ maybe twice. 

“I’m Peter,” he continues, holding out a hand to shake. 

MJ crosses her arms, ignoring his outstretched hand. 

“You made Y/N cry,” she says in lieu of a proper greeting. 

“What?! When?!”

“When they asked you to lunch and you didn’t even give them a chance. Y/N’s the best person I know. You’re really missing out.” 

Peter feels awash in shame. He didn’t realize just how upset he had made you. That was the last thing he wanted. 

“Oh, I didn’t mean—I just—well, I’m—”

Before Peter can stumble his way through an excuse, you and Ned head over.

“MJ, what happened?” you say, noticing the beer stain.

MJ nods in Peter’s direction. “Pete the Klutz gave me a Natty Lite bath.”

“I’m so sorry, again,” Peter says, blushing furiously. 

“I’m sure it was just an accident,” you say. “No worries. Right, MJ?”

She doesn’t respond. You nudge her with your elbow and she says, “Yeah, whatever, it’s fine.”

“I can help you get that out,” you say. “We’ll be back! Ned, Peter, make yourselves at home.”

Ned, always so kind, turns to Peter with a bright smile.

“So,” he says. “Do you like Star Wars?”

“Do I?” Peter says. “Does only a Sith deal in absolutes?”  

“Oh yeah! Y/N loves it too. A few years ago we built a huge LEGO Death Star.”

Peter swallows the lump in his throat. That was the day you and Ned found out his secret, when he crawled into his room at the wrong time. 

“That’s awesome, man,” Peter says weakly. He forces a grin, so Ned doesn’t pick up on his mood shift, and asks, “How many pieces was it?” 

He talks with Ned for a bit, and when you and MJ return, he chats with you for only a moment, before you’re dragged away for cake and presents. 

Peter leaves the party early. He feels like an ass, but he does it because he was right to keep his distance: being with you like this—this phony version of himself, the one where he can’t tell you the truth or keep you close—is killing him inside. 

***

Peter’s spidey sense usually only picks up on true terror and panic. However, while walking through the campus library, his sense picks up a different kind of distress: deep, enveloping sadness.

It’s the kind that can eat you alive from the inside out. Peter knows it well, and it’s coming from the direction of a study room.

Through the tinted glass in the door of the room, he can just barely make out a silhouette backlit by a computer screen glow. The figure has their head in their hands, shoulders shaking as they sob. Peter stops breathing when he realizes it’s you. 

He can’t even stop himself before he’s twisting the doorknob and entering.

“Y/N,” he says urgently, “are you all right?”

“Peter,” you say, quickly wiping the tears away. “Sorry. You caught me at a bad time.”

You start packing up your things with shaking hands. Peter puts a hand on your shoulder to stop you. You suck in a breath, trying to calm your breathing. 

“What happened?” he says. Warped visions of you falling off the scaffolding haunt him once again, this time combined with even more gruesome visions from Mysterio’s mind-bending tricks. “Did somebody hurt you?”

“Someone would have to care about me to want to hurt me,” you mumble, hoping Peter won’t hear. Because of the super abilities you don’t remember he possesses, he does.

“People do care about you!” Peter protests. “I care about you.”

You scoff, a little meanly. 

“Yeah, okay,” you snap. You resume shoving books in your bag and close your laptop a little harsher than necessary. 

“I do, seriously—”

“Oh, really?” you say. You glare at him in a way that could turn a man to stone. “Is that why you barely talk to me in class, except for chit-chat about the weather? Or why you left my birthday party early? I don’t even know why I try with you, Peter. You’ve made it abundantly clear we’re not friends.” 

You toss your bag over your shoulder and storm out. 

“Hey, hold on,” Peter says, following you into the stacks. The two of you get shushed by someone, and he drops his voice to a whisper. “I’m sorry I left. You just had so many other friends there and I didn’t want—”

“Those people aren’t my friends!” you hiss. “MJ and Ned are my friends. The others were all invited by my roommate, because I have no social life. No love life. And to top it all off, I’m barely passing my classes.” You sniffle and rub your eyes harshly. “I’m a fucking wreck.”

“I’m really sorry, Y/N. You know, I could help you study—”

“Spare me, Peter. Don’t pretend like you all of a sudden care about me.”

Peter wants to scream until his voice is hoarse that he does care about you, so much. That he loves you and would do anything for you. That he misses your smile, your kiss, your touch. 

“I’m not pretending,” he says, voice cracking. “I know I’ve been a little cold to you, and I apologize for that. I’m here for you, always.” 

You roll your eyes and huff. You start to turn away, but Peter stops you.

“Please call or text me anytime, no matter when,” he says. He tears a page out of his notebook and scribbles his cell number on it. “Life kinda sucks sometimes. You shouldn’t have to deal with it alone.”

You’re still glaring at him, but you accept the note before darting away. 

Peter watches you go, cursing himself for keeping his distance for so long when you needed the opposite. He makes a promise to himself right then and there that he’s not leaving you alone anymore. Never again. 

***

Over time, you soften to Peter once more. 

He makes more of an effort to “get to know you” in your before-class chats—even though he knows everything from before Dr. Strange’s spell. He also tells you more about himself, except for the obvious secrets.

Feeling bold, Peter asks you to go to lunch with him after class a few days after your conversation in the library. You’re suspicious by his sudden interest and look like you want to turn him down, but curiosity gets the better of you and you agree.

One lunch turns to two, which turns to five, which turns to every day, even the days you don’t have psych together.

You aren’t dating again, but Peter won’t lie and say he hasn’t thought about wrapping his arms around you and kissing you sweetly. 

He gives into the temptation after he walks you home from lunch one day.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N!” Peter says, once you’ve arrived at your apartment door.

“See you,” you say. You start to stick your key in the lock, but suddenly turn back. “Hey, wait. Can I tell you something?” 

“Sure,” Peter says. “What’s up?” 

You clear your throat, unable to look him directly in the eye. You focus on a piece of lint on his shoulder and say, “Listen, Peter, I’m fine to continue with these completely platonic lunches, but I can’t deny anymore that I’m head over heels for you and want you to be my boyfriend.” 

Peter stops breathing.

“You are?” he says, voice cracking.

“Yeah,” you say. “I don’t know why, but I feel so close to you. Like I’ve known you for longer than half a semester. And if you don’t feel the same, that’s totally fine. I won’t be upset and I still want to be your friend. I just had to get it off my chest. So…yeah. You don’t have to say anything or—”

Peter surges forward, hands cupping her cheeks as he kisses you. You kiss him back, apartment keys slipping out of your fingers.

Peter realizes what he’s doing and pulls away, eyes tinted with shame and regret.

“Oh god,” he says. “Y/N, I’m sorry.”

“What are you sorry for?” you say, forcing an awkward laugh. “I think that was the best kiss of my life.”

“I shouldn’t have done that,” Peter continues. He watches as your face morphs from confused to sad. “I like you too!” he quickly reassures. “And I do want to be your boyfriend. But my life is…it’s not easy. And being with me won’t be easy. I have…problems.”

“Pete,” you say. He melts at the nickname. “Everyone has problems. I sure as hell have plenty of my own. But I like you a lot. And if you like me too, don’t we owe it to ourselves to try?”

Peter’s mouth goes dry. He wants to shut this down. That would be the responsible thing. 

Love trumps responsibility. Peter kisses you again, and again, and again, and then you grab your keys and clumsily unlock your door, dragging him inside with you to kiss some more.

***

Peter’s a nice boyfriend, but he’s flighty. 

He’s late often, or he leaves early. You try not to let it bother you, because when Peter is around, he’s kind and loving and always gives you his undivided attention. 

But you can only wake up to an empty bed after a night of passion so many times before it starts to hurt. 

You decide you’re going to ask Peter why he never stays the full night with you. Not to be accusatory. Just in a casual, roundabout, you-still-like-me-right? type way. 

You walk across campus, heading toward the bus stop that’ll take you to Peter’s place when you get the sense you’re being watched.

Hackles raised, you turn and glance behind you. No one is there.

You shudder and face front, walking a bit faster.

It’s early morning. Dapples of light wash the world in a rosy glow. It should be serene, but you still feel eyes on you, burning your skin like pinpricks. 

You break into a jog, only two minutes from the bus stop. You think that you can make it, until—

Smack! Something unseen trips you, and you faceplant onto the sidewalk.

“What’s wrong, Spider-Man?” Somebody above you cackles. “Not expecting to see me?”

You quickly turn onto your back and gasp. A man towers above you. He’s wearing a white suit covered in black spots, like a poor man’s excuse for a dalmatian. 

“I’m not Spider-Man!” you say, crawling backward away from him. “I swear!”

“Nice try!” he snaps. “I’ve been watching you, and after our battles, you always come back to campus. You always swing to the same apartment, and I followed you there. Don’t try to deny it!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say, voice shaking. “I’m just a dumbass trying to get a degree. Now, if you excuse me—”

You try to stand, but the dalmatian wannabe raises his fist. Before you can scream for help, he whacks you in the forehead. The world fades to black.

***

Peter drags himself through his apartment, sore from Kingpin’s punches the night prior and wishing he was still with you.

Each time the two of you sleep together, Peter gets a spidey sense for trouble after you're asleep. He has to disappear without warning in the middle of the night. 

Maybe the universe really hates me, Peter thinks. I finally get Y/N back, but I’ll lose them again if I keep ditching them like this. 

He starts to pour a bowl of cereal but spills it all over the counter when he gets it: a sudden sense that you’re in trouble. 

He’s not 100% sure how he can tell it’s you, but he just knows. He gets a feeling of where in the city you are and quickly suits up, before crawling onto the fire escape and swinging your way.

He’s on autopilot, only focused on one thing: keeping you safe.

He swings to the Brooklyn Bridge and, to his horror, The Spot has you tied up. Traffic is stopped on either side of the two of you.  

You’re unconscious, chin tucked to your chest, but there’s a huge bruise forming over your left eye. Under his mask, Peter scowls.

“Hey, Spot!” Peter yells, landing a few yards away. “Aren’t you late for obedience school?”

“What?!” The Spot says, shaking his head vehemently. “No, no. You aren’t Spider-Man!”

“Aren’t I?” Peter says, gesturing to his suit. “Damn, you need your eyes checked.”

“You aren’t Spider-Man because they are!” The Spot says, pointing in your direction. “And Kingpin sent me to toss them into the East River!”

The crowd that’s gathered gasps and murmurs. 

Peter’s heart sinks. After doing his Spidey thing, he must have swung to your apartment one too many times. This Dr. Strange Wannabe with terrible fashion sense followed him there and assumed you were him the next time you left. 

Peter pushes down the nauseous feeling that swirls in his stomach. He can’t get distracted by guilt, not right now. 

“There's only one Spider-Man,” Peter says coolly, "and he’s me. So, let them go, or else.”

The Spot cackles.

“Or else what?” he taunts. “You’re going to web me up? Try and catch me, first!”

The Spot opens a portal to the left of Peter’s head and punches him between the eyes. Peter staggers back as the villain pulls his arm back, closing the portal. 

A game of cat and mouse continues: Peter shoots webs at The Spot. The Spot dives through a portal to avoid the webs. He punches Peter and gets cocky, and then Peter punches The Spot while the villain’s guard is down. 

Eventually, you come to, head pounding. You adjust to the sound of people cheering, punches being thrown, and…is that water?

The Spot notices you stir and opens a new portal, right underneath you. The portal dumps you high in the sky. Gravity pulls you toward the choppy surface of the river, and you scream.

Peter moves on autopilot. He connects a web to the bridge and swings out to you, wrapping an arm around your waist when you’re three yards from the water. You burrow your head onto his shoulder and sob. 

“It’s okay, it’s okay!” Peter says, holding you tight. “I’ve got you now.”

He swings back to the bridge and gently places you on the ground. He works to untie you as police cars and ambulances pull up. The Spot is nowhere to be found.

“I’m sorry, Spider-Man,” you say, sniffling and trying to keep tears from falling. “If you hadn’t saved me, you would’ve gotten your villain.”

“Don’t ever apologize,” he says. “I’m here for you, always.” 

The way he says it…it stirs something in you. A memory. 

Your eyebrows lift. Your jaw goes slack. You study Spider-Man’s mask, recognizing it. Not because Spider-Man is the most popular hero in the city—because you’ve seen this mask before. Touched it before. Pulled it off and kissed the boy underneath it.

Spider-Man starts to swing away so the EMTs can check you over, but you grab his covered hand to stop him. 

His hands. They’re calloused and warm, and they fit yours perfectly. In another life, you used to doodle on those hands in Mr. Harrington’s class at Midtown. Because Spider-Man is Peter Parker, and Peter Parker was a student with you at Midtown. 

A baptism of memories washes over you. You remember two lives: one where you met Peter at Midtown orientation. One where you met him in Psychology 101. You love him fiercely in both. 

“Pete,” you whisper, quietly so only he can hear you. “It’s you.” 

The white eyes on Spider-Man’s mask grow in size. Before he can respond, you throw your arms around his neck and hug him. 

“I remember,” you say. “I remember everything. Vulture, Mysterio, the other yous…oh my god, Pete.” 

You’re crying again, before you can help it. Under his mask, Peter cries too, holding you close as his mind buzzes away.

You remember him. 

You remember him. 

***

Peter Parker knows that it sucks to go through life alone.

He’s indescribably lucky that you’ve chosen to stay by his side, in every lifetime.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker x gn!reader #peter parker fanfic #spider-man x reader #spider-man fanfic #mcu fic: little freak

[sdentii]

Hey guys? Guys? Hey, how about we stop reducing Miguel to a ball of anger (and/or sexiness) and we recognise him as an individual with a terrible past, lots of guilt for his mistakes, but also Spiderman?

Spiderman is community oriented (he built a goddamn society!! For others like him to enjoy and find a belonging and help in!!), always putting himself on the path of danger and sparing other younger spiders from harm (see him telling Gwen to back off with Vulture), collaborative, and while not particularly humorous he’s incredibly patient.

He lashes out when nothing else is working, and he’s trying (in his distorted beliefs, sure) to keep things from glitching into nothingness, because that’s what he believes is best. He is an antagonist but he is not a villain.

He says it himself: “I don’t always like what I have to do.”

He is not his anger.

He is so patient with Hobie stealing his stuff and instigating. He is so patient with Peter’s rambling and brushing off and defending and Mayday’s free roaming. He is so patient with Gwen despite her disobeying direct orders. He is so patient with Miles, trying to explain things even if the teen is not supposed to be there, or meet anyone of the society (until time is right?). Aside from the desk throw, which I chalk up to frustration, he is so patient. His patience runs out not even when Miles starts running, it’s when he keeps running and refusing to listen.

He doesn’t lash out at Peter for not stalling Miles when he had the occasion to, he doesn’t yell at anybody for letting the teen slip away, doesn’t yell at Spiderbyte, who is arguably the reason why Miles’ plan went through.

If you’d be honest with yourselves, you’d realise that he’s way more patient and caring than most people would be in his situation.

He lets Gwen come along despite everything because he understand he can’t leave a kid homeless like that, and he even tells Miles when his canon event is gonna happen, maybe for closure, maybe to give him a time frame of reference for his “stay” in HQ, that I don’t know. He probably expected Miles to be more collaborative, so he gave the answers he was looking for.

Let’s not forget that his grief is still pretty new, because it’s only been a year and some months between itsv and atsv, and Peter was there when “Miguel’s” dimension collapsed, so it means it’s very very fresh, only months old. It’s normal to be biased and honestly a little fucked up from an event like that. He carries the weight of an universe’s death on his shoulders, and yet he tries everything he can before resorting to anger and violence. He tries warning, he tries blacklisting, he tries surveilling, he tries talking.

He thinks the sacrifice is necessary, and if he was objectively right in his beliefs, which I think he’s not, he’d be the one in the right.

I know it’s a joke for most, but it’s getting old honestly. I want to see Miguel’s softer sides be portrayed way way more, not only in x readers (especially because they either ooc him or make him overly sexual) and in shippy situations, but with his friends and colleagues too. Please.

He is tired and stressed and drowning in guilt, he is not an angry monster ready to lash out at anything and anyone.

He is also a huge goofy nerd with no spidey-sense nor sense of self preservation, and he lets himself be tossed around by his little holographic friend even in difficult situations.

C’mon. We can do better than whatever is happening now in the majority of this fandom.

#long post #miguel o'hara #little bit of character introspection #I could be wrong #but eh #felt the need to say it #I’m honestly terrified of posting this lmao I hope I don’t get cancelled #but the joke’s getting old guys #stop reducing characters to one single attribute + sexiness #across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse #sdentiii rambles on

[babygirlgarrus7]

Cat and Mouse

It’s been 3 years since no one remembers Peter Parker but only 1 knowing Black Cat. However she has been gone for quite sometime, until tonight.

A/N: In this universe the OC is Black Cat and her name is Allison Hardy. 🫶🏻

Warnings: dirty flirting, swearing, humor, fluff, and violence

Masterlist

Welcome Home

*************************************

Peter’s day consists of this; going to school ( being late of course due to little robberies or saving a kid from running into traffic), being there for a couple of hours (sometimes less), fall asleep only for a bit before the police scanner goes off, then patrol.

Peter looks forward of patrolling, where he can be doing his own thing, being Spider-Man was everything him now. Losing his aunt, Ned, MJ…this is all he had. Until Black Cat came along, she was…something else. Their banter became more and more flirtatious. Peter could NOT for the life of him flirt but Spider-Man he was smoother. In his opinion it seemed to leave his mouth better.

Unfortunately she hasn’t shown for little over a month, which made him worry that her heist became final. He perched on a building watching the slow traffic go by. People yelling at each other or buying some street dogs. It was quiet tonight, he only stopped one crime which was a small car chase. He sat down leaving one leg prepped up and the other dangle over the edge.

Spider-Man pulled his phone out, scrolling through it. He paused at Aunt May, he never deleted it. Occasionally he would even call her cell to leave a voicemail telling her about her day. That was until the phone company finally disconnected it but he didn’t have the heart to delete it. He couldn’t…

He stared at it for a bit longer until he heard the sirens. “There we go.” He whispered putting his cell back and swung down following the police vehicle.

Spider-man should be happy the fact that it was quiet but he gets quite bored. With MJ and Ned starting to fade out completely in his life and starting to make friends if they stay long enough. Due to his masked life. One person he has met that has stayed which was Harry Osborn. He understood or at least to his face when Peter had to cancel or anything in that sort. Telling him that he had a lot of rich kid things to do. Which would make Peter awkwardly chuckle.

The squad car stopped in front of a jewelry store. He noticed that there wasn’t anyone inside. “They are not going to find anything in there,” He jumped snapping around. He froze staring up at her. Black Cat. She was smirking at him, standing on top of the stairwell entrance “Or at least they wouldn’t expect anything to be gone.”

Spider-man glared at her for a moment. “Gone? What did you steal now?”

She hopped down and walked towards him, he watched how her hips swayed back and forth. “Why does it matter Spider.” She stood close, awfully close to him.

“Cause stealing is wrong.” He answered trying to not gulp so loud.

“You haven’t seen me in a month and that is what you have to give?” She placed her hand on his chest, having her nails barely touching him, it tickled a bit, sending shivers down his spine. “How unfortunate.”

She quickly went behind him balancing on the edge of the building. Spider-man watched her, as usual basically in a trance. “Well normal people wouldn’t rob a jewelry store and give a call or give a Spidey Signal.”

Cat smiled at him, not the normal smile, that devious smile. “Where would the fun be in that?”

That’s when she jumped off. “Here we go.” He whispered jumping off following her.

She swung with her grappling hook. “Those are new.” He said catching up to her. He swung next to her. “Swinging is my thing Cat.”

She chuckled. “You don’t need to gate keep love.”

Love. He was taken a back not noticing she swung her legs up to kick him against a building. Climbing up and sprint across the roofs. He following suite and ran after her, encounters with her always led to a cat and mouse chase. Sometimes he would catch her but she would eventually escape or sometimes she would catch him.

She glanced back at him, smirking. “Little slow aren’t you Spidey?”

“Slow,” Spider-Man yelled towards her. “Just tiring you out!”

She laughed as she slid across a metal platform and jumping to the next building. “Oh Spider, there are so many other ways for you to fire me out.”

Of course that threw him into different situations and places. He shook his head, noticing now that Cat stopped suddenly and turned to round house kick him in the jaw. Having him spin and slam on the ground.

“Ugh,” Spider-Man groaned looking up to see her gone. “Damn it.” He rubbed his jaw a little bit.

“One day,” Spider-Man spun around flipping up to stand to see Cat on the ledge of the building. “You’ll catch me and then what?”

“I can think of many things. Prison being one of them.” He responded slowly walking to her.

She sucked her teeth. “What a shame I would prefer your bedroom Spider.”

He chuckled thinking about it for a moment before shaking his head. “That my dear kitty is not going to happen. Unless my bedroom is a prison cell.”

He didn’t expect the next thing to happen she strode to him, having him back up against a wall. It’s like his whole body froze as she put her knee between his legs then put her palm on the side of his cheek. He felt her nails lightly through the mask going down to his chest. He gulped trying to say anything at this point, but his throat dried up.

“Only if your body said the same huh Spider?” She whispered right next to his ear. Chills ran down his spine and next thing he knew it she jumped over him and sprinted away. Leaving Spider-Man dumbfounded and…well…other things.

#spider man #tom holland spiderman #spiderman x oc!black cat #spiderman x oc!Allison #spiderman x black cat

[sailorblossoms]

Can't remember what sparked this thought, but I think Simon's avoidance and "let's pretend it never happened" give us the template for how he dealt with everything he didn't like or actually want that happened when he dated Agatha pretty early on, way before we really get to know him. Avoidance. Disinterest. Except is more intense here, because I guess it's easier to exist in a generally unhappy and unsatisfying relationship (because you're supposed to want it or fear abandonment or loneliness or many other things) than to deal with something like "cheating." For "heroic" and "chivalrous" and just genuinely good kids, even the concept would be unthinkable.

While "Agatha's betrayal" could be hurtful for Simon because of his already bad self-esteem and also as a friend, I also think it hurts so much more because Baz is being pursued. Simon going "fuck the wavering woods" have the same vibes to me as he "would burn down Pitch's state again" upon hearing how it's connected to the expectations of Baz settling down with a girl, because Simon hates the thought of Baz with someone else. Even when he doesn't understand his feelings for Baz, he can't stand it.

I'm also dead serious when I say that part of the feeling of betrayal is that Agatha is pursuing the person Simon wants. It fucks him up, that she would do that. (Another part is that Agatha and Simon existed together never processing feelings, and her actions "forced Simon" to feel very intensely; and if dating the prettiest girl is a form of success, then said girl preferring another boy is a form of "failure").

Think about it: as conventionally pretty as Agatha is and as jealous as Simon can be, we don't hear shit about Simon being bothered by Agatha stealing looks, which he would notice because attention by itself would trigger his spidey senses. He likely sees but doesn't really notice or retain potential interest in her because he doesn't actually care. (I forget she dated before Simon – Simon would never shut up if Baz had shown interest/dated someone else) (we hear Dev thirsting after Agatha from his own mouth; we know girls thirst after Baz because Simon tells us) (he would care about someone trying anything funny with his friends, but that's not the same thing). He fucking teleported when Baz was holding hands with her, we see him losing his entire goddamn mind again over hearing Baz having ice cream with a guy over the phone. His romantic jealousy always focuses on Baz. You really never find him caring about Agatha's "love life" or interest in her or whatever – not before, during!! or after dating her – when Baz is not involved. But you find him caring a whole lot when people Simon thinks like/are interested in Baz want to get him alone.

#simon snow #baz pitch #baz x simon #simon snow trilogy #agatha wellbelove #baz grimm pitch #carry on #any way the wind blows #snowbaz #awtwb

[goblin-spider]

While I'm on the topic of the ultimate blorbo, here are my favourite spideys and why (they aren't ranked because I am kissing them all on the forehead equally and putting them in my mouth and chewing aggressively in an affectionate manner)

1. Miguel O'hara, ofc. Man's a favourite because everytime I read his stuff, it's like it's pointing at my deepest issues and going 👁️👁️🫵🏻

2. Patrick O'Hara aka Ponderosa parker. Cowboy. Spider man cowboy. Very shaped. Has horse. Shoots webs out of pistols for Christ's sake! He's so cool. Makes my brain go 🧠🪱 pspspspspsps. I want to give his loner ass some kisses. His voice in atsv made me feel like a rabid animal (I really like southern American accents).

3. Ben Reilly. First of all, his back story is sick as! Second of all, body goals. Dudes 'defined musculature' is very goals. His costume? I want to steal it. Also, also, his mopey and dramatic nature in the movie was hilarious.

4. Jess. SHE RIDES A MOTORCYCLE AND DOES HERO WORK WHILE PREGNANT! I respect that. Also, I really like her sound advice and honesty when it comes to speaking up about what she thinks. Her design goes pretty hard too. She's so pretty.

5. Ezekiel Sims. "Let me guess... He died?" I love the skrunkly old, spider totem obsessed dude. He's just so... Idk I wanna chew on him.

6. Hobie Brown. As a goth who appreciates punks and all that they do, seeing and finding out there even was a punk spider man made me so happy. I love his wicks. I like that he isn't afraid to kill villains when they need to be killed in the comics (haven't actually gotten up to reading his yet but I will!) And his jokes in the movie were hilarious. Also, can we just appreciate how he helped miles when everyone else was against him?! What a cool dude.

7. Speaking of Miles, Miles Morales is another favourite. I like how caring he is towards his little sister in the comics, I like how his movie counterpart has developed as a character. I like how he wanted to study science instead of art to try and see his friends again and his art in the movie is also very epic.

8. Peter B Parker. He's stinky, broken, hilarious and skrunkly with messy hair and a dad bod. I'd marry him and feed him pizza like he was a king if I could. I really like dilfs with big brown eyes and a cup-able face. He's a disaster. I could make him worse. MOVE OVER MJ ITS MY TURN!

9. Noir. Backstory? Sad asf. I like that he shoots Nazis and isn't afraid to get his hands dirty. I would absolutely steal his look. There's a lot more I could info dump about but this post is already long enough.

10. This will probably come to no surprise to anyone, but insomniac peter parker. I love how he fights. I love his personality. His suit is 🥵 (and so is he in Spider-Man two. I am looking disrespectfully at symbiote Peter 💖👄💖)

11. Toby Maguire Spider man. The first spidey I ever got obsessed with. As a kid, I wanted to be like him, be strong and help people (I was a kid and it was the 2000s I didn't realise how cheesy and goofy his character actually was until I got older).

[stackthedeck]

Gwenpool definitely reads and writes fanfic for the askgame please?

So the bit for this fic was that Gwen wanted to engineer a romance between herself and a fiction character she had a crush on using fanfic tropes to ensure that she'd get together with the character. She goes to Wade because he helped with her last romance scheme and he knows Peter who knows the crush so the four of them go on a mission that leads to fanfic shenanigans but the tropes keep bringing spideypool together instead of Gwen and her crush but in the end she's happy for them.

I couldn't get this fic to work because 1) translating Gwen's powers to fanfic is a pain in the ass 2) I couldn't figure out a character to pair her with because she doesn't have chemistry or state any desire for really any character. and now with recent developments, I see why. I might try to rewrite this fic with Earth 65 Gwen Stacy because I think they'd be cute and the spideypool parallels.

anyway here's a snippet

Wade walks into his apartment and notices a faint glow from the living room just as he’s about to flip on the lights. Goddamn it, he doesn’t want to deal with any more shit tonight. He’s already walking off a stab wound from patrol with Spidey, he’s not about to get another one from some would-be threat. He shouldn’t have gone home, should have asked Spidey if he wanted to stay out with him, maybe order a pizza. But he didn’t ask because Spidey would have said no.

With a sigh, Wade pulls a gun and walks into the living room.

“Oh, for fucks sake,” Wade groans.

It’s the pink version of him who doesn’t even have the decency to steal his healing factor or skills. Just his costume design, job, and his goddamn name. Gwenpool is sitting in his living room with a single lamp on, illuminating her in a suitably dramatic fashion, beaming at him like a kid waiting to open presents on Christmas morning.

“What the hell do you want?” Wade sighs, pointing the gun at her. 

“Your help,” Gwen says unflinchingly.

“Finally looking for some real combat training?” Wade asks. He flicks on the living room lights. Fuck her little spotlight. “Well, tough because—”

“I don’t need training.” Gwen rolls her eyes, kicking her feet up onto the coffee table. “I’ve got plot armor, bullets go where they’re supposed to when it’s important.”

Wade rolls his eyes and walks into the kitchen. “And they think I’m crazy.”

“No, Wade, come back, this is an emergency!” Gwen whines.

“Whatever it is,” Wade says, “it can wait till I microwave some pizza rolls.”

“Ooh, can I have some?” Suddenly Gwen is hovering over his shoulder, bouncing on the balls of her feet, staring at the pizza rolls with heart eyes. Wade swears that there are literal hearts in her eyes. Whatever, he’s learned questioning this shit tends to lead to bottomless existential dread.

“Fuck you, get out of my house.” Wade dumps some more pizza rolls on the plate for her.

“Aren’t you supposed to be on mutant island right now?” Wade asks. “They finally catch on that you’re not one? Try to pull a fast one on the wrong x-men? Trust me, been there, done that, just fake some memory loss, and they’ll let you back into the club.”

“I am still welcome in Krakoa, thank you very much,” Gwen says, “and no, I have a boyfriend.”

“That you ditched for Reed Richards of all people.”

“That was…” Gwen trails off with a frown “...a lapse in judgment—”

“You have a lot of those.”

“—and I was just trying to stay relevant. Dude, I haven’t had a book in years, all I got was one panel at the Hellfire gala since then.”

“Okay, well if you don’t have a ‘book’—” Wade puts air quotes around the word, he’s done with all that thinking he’s in a comic book nonsense. He chooses to believe that what he can see, hear, smell, taste, and touch are real, for better or for worse. “—well what’s this?”

“A fanfiction, obviously.”

#ask game #asks

[mntalbrakdown]

∗˚೫˳♡ Masterlist ♡˳೫˚∗

Take a looksy around my fluffy, smutty, and mostly angsty fics

Please like and reblog if anything catches your eye, it makes me smile :D

I take request btw!

Please do not steal my work (plagiarize) even if you give credit! Reblogging is more the welcome! Please respect my wishes

Also keep in mind that I only write when I like the person, at one point I will stop liking them and I most likely won’t continue writing for them

*=smut

Sebastian Stan ʚïɞ

divine energy (underrated tbh)

Synopsis: sebastian and you have an amazing day and soon meet up with the cast, there may be another way you can end the night

dreadful energy

Synopsis: you are in an interview with Sebastian and somehow he gets mad, he tries to make it up to you, and ends up confessing his feelings for you

we should love to death*

Synopsis: you are at a party with Sebastian and you tease him all throughout the night, but just wait till you get home and you will pay the price

༺SOUR༻

(a series based off the album ‘SOUR’ by Olivia Rodrigo)

All in order - discontinued

good 4 u

Synopsis: you meet up with Sebastian at a cafe and the argument soon escalates

brutal

Synopsis: after your little meet-up with Sebastian you have a terrible day and bump into the beast himself

happier

Synopsis: a few months pass and you try to be friends with Sebastian again, but everything goes to shit when he tells you he is talking to someone and meet the said person at the party

jealousy, jealousy

Synopsis: after the party you go home and stalk the new woman’s page and see how great and beautiful she is, wishing that was you, but soon you will love yourself for who you are and become a better person

deja vu (personal fav)

Synopsis: after Sebastian hitting on you at your premiere, you bump into him at a coffee shop and you invite him to go on errands with you, a fight later leads to him confessing his feelings to you all over again

favorite crime

Synopsis: you were going to meet with some of your friends by yourself, but Sebastian hates not going with you so you allowed him and your friends weren’t exactly thrilled

enough for you

Synopsis: everything was going great, you both were watching Black Widow until your last relationship comes up

Bucky Barnes ʚ❤︎ɞ

everybody loves somebody

Synopsis: fratboy! Bucky dares you to go to his party, and when you do he becomes the star of the party, something comes into light

sunday kind of love (this one is cute asfff)

Synopsis: you are moving in with Bucky and try to unpack, but he insist on dancing and he tells you he loves you

hungry eyes

Synopsis: you went to cookout that Sam invites you to, you meet Bucky and you reveal your powers to him

Tom Holland ᓚᘏᗢ

compatibility

Synopsis: Tom and you were stuck in an interview playing a game which was entertaining until the interviewer asked a question. You froze an had an argument with Tom pouring your heart out to him

spidey-webs*

Synopsis: tom and you go to see spider-man: no way home for the 100th times and when some kids flirt with you, Tom gets jealous and shows them you’re his

all too well

Synopsis: tom and you get in an argument with him ad break up. Packing your shit and leaving than meeting him again for the last time seeing he regretted everything. (Inspired by all too well short film)

late night walks

Synopsis: you decided to walk around the neighborhood with Tom. Having a blast, talking, and playing ding-dong ditch

love is a losing game (deadass love xx) (part one)

Synopsis: Tom and you have been dating for half a decade and when things seem to be going great, things take a turn to the worse. Reveling that everything has been all a lie.

tears dry on their own (part 2)

Synopsis: after weeks of not hearing from Tom, he pops back into your life and tries to make amends.

take the box (alt ending to tears dry on their own)

Synopsis: tom tries to make amends, but you refuse to forgive

locket*

Synopsis: people have hand kinks, but Tom is obsessed with your locket.

Percy Hynes White ༺༻

(no longer writing for!)

i like love you

Synopsis: you love him and all the things you used to like abt him turned to love. 

pocket sized

Synopsis: percy is obsessed with how small you are compared to him

Xavier Thrope *⁀➷

k.

Synopsis: Xavier likes you, and always has, now its just time to tell you

invisible string

Synopsis: there was invisible string tying you and Xavier together

Conrad Fisher ୨୧

sober thoughts*

Synopsis: you were once friends with Conrad until summer happened and he just stopped talking to you

doin’ time*

Synopsis: at the empty house party you and Conrad play cat and mouse

Quickies ᖭི༏ᖫྀ

(a collection of stories that I wrote once about the person and stopped liking them so this is were they live)

she’s mine* - Theo Engler

Synopsis: in which you and Theo Engler have a flirty relationship and end up inviting him over for a dinner date, things quickly escalate and you basically fuck :O

swayed - Hazel Callahan

Synopsis: Hazel is easily distracted when you wear your cheer uniform, making you all she thinks about the whole day

thinkin' bout you - H. Callahan

Synopsis: you were dating a football player, but also sneaking around with Hazel

#sebastian stan au #sebastian x reader #sebastian stan smut #tom holland #timothee chalamet x tom holland #tom holland smut #tom holland x actress!reader #tom holland x famous!reader #tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #sebastian stan fanfiction #sebastian stan fluff #sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stan x actress! reader #sebastian stan x female reader #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x reader smut #sebastian stan x you #theo engler x reader smut #theo you x reader #theo engler smut #theo engler x reader #theo engler #theo engler x y/n #xavier x y/n #xavier thrope x you #xavier thrope x reader

[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

Where Are They? (Rhodey X Daughter!Reader)

Characters: Rhodey X Daughter!Reader, Peter Parker X Fem!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: None

Request: Could you do a Rhodey x daughter!reader who’s dating peter? Just some protective fluff please!

Tony’s phone ringing had all eyes on him during the meeting, most eyes being glaring, though Tony just rolled his eyes and excused himself, standing and leaving the room to take the call. He pulled his phone from his pocket, seeing the name of the caller, and accepted the call. “Rhodey? I’m in a meeting, what’s going on?” He asked over the phone. 

“Is the kid with you?” Rhodey immediately asked. 

“What?”

“Parker. Peter Parker, is he with you? Do you know where he is?” Rhodey asked in an impatient tone, Tony being able to imagine his best friend pacing back and forth. For a split second Tony was baffled as to why Rhodey would be asking about Peter- the two rarely interacted- had something happened to the kid? However, as he thought more about it, he realised what had happened, and he got a grin on his face. 

“He’s probably with Y/N.”  He answered, holding back his laughter as he heard his friend groan loudly. “I can picture it now- walking hand in hand, planning their future together, probably stealing kisses-” 

“Tony I swear to god!” Rhodey complained, and Tony couldn’t help his laughter. “It isn’t funny! I don’t know where Y/N is and if your kid is taking her for a swing 5,000 feet in the air and he could drop her, I’ll kill him!”

“Okay, I know you’re gonna hate what I’m gonna say- but you’re being over protective.” Tony told him, hearing an annoyed sigh over the phone. “I know Peter, and I know how much that kid loves Y/N. He has literally had a panic attack about hugging her too tight because of his spidey strength, there’s no way he’s gonna take her for a swing, and if it makes you feel any better…” Tony paused, checking his watch. “They should be on the train right now. They’re going to that Festival an hour away- do not ruin it for them, Rhodey, you know that if you rock up Y/N will get mad at you.” He warned. Tony understood Rhodey’s protectiveness over you- he was your godfather afterall, and he’d been there since you were born and helped his friend raise you. He understood why Rhodey was scared about his baby growing up and dating people- he knew that people could be cruel and that people could manipulate you- he’d been a victim of it himself, but he knew Peter, and he knew that while dating a superhero has it’s risks, he knew that Peter would rather die then put you in danger or hurt you. However, Rhodey didn’t know Peter like Tony, and he understood he apprehension on you two dating, leaving Tony to be the mediator to try and keep everyone happy.

“...Alright, alright… I’m just upset she didn’t tell me where she was going.” 

“I know, but you’ve got to think about why. She knows you’re looking for a reason to get between her and Peter, so she’s probably romanticising the idea of sneaking out to see him. Open up to her, and maybe actually get to know Peter? I’ll be there as well if you want, we’ll go and do something where there’s no tension, you can have a talk with Peter, and when Y/N sees you two not at each other’s throat, she’ll probably relax and tell you about what’s happening in the relationship and where she’s going with him.” Tony suggested. 

“Good point… there’s that convention for technology coming up next week that we’re booked to go to, how about we let them tag along… they can have their time alone while we do a panel and then I can probably have a moment with Peter… does that sound fair?”

“Yeah, more than fair. I’m sure Y/N will be thrilled to see you two finally getting along.” 

“Alright. One last thing Tony- how come you knew about them going to the festival?” Rhodey asked his friend. Tony realised his mistake- he hadn’t told Rhodey about it earlier and had kept it a secret until now, presumably being told about the date by either you or Peter beforehand. 

“Sorry- you’re breaking up, I didn’t catch that. “

“Tony don’t you dare-”

“It’s just static, I’ll call you ba-” He quickly ended the call, shoving his phone back into his pocket and going back into the meeting room. “Sorry about that- what have I missed?” 

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[valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn]

'Kidnapping a 14 year old' omg THANK 👏 YOU 👏 No one EVER acknowledges that. I got especially bad vibes since they decided to make May young in this version and they kept commenting on how hot she was. I just kept getting vibes that Stark was essentially trying to steal a family/kid without working for it. (Also ilu and I have a feeling I'll be talking to you alot so I hope it's okay I do that thing where people sign their asks with an emoji) - 🐍 Anon

haha it's more than okay and I will love speaking with you in upcoming asks, honey! Also that emoji is perfect, snakes are beautiful.

Stark's relationship with Peter was so disgusting. There was a huge power imbalance in which a privileged and wealthy middle-aged man treated a minor like crap because he could get away with it and his superior status meant he wouldn't face any consequences for anything relating to that kid's physical injuries because no one knew he had been in Germany and the other Avengers had no clue who he was, they never saw him without the mask.

And if that wasn't bad enough (and not mentioning how May didn't know where he was, there could have been an emergency and she would have been unable to contact him, he was taken out of school, he's a literal kid taken to a foreign country by an adult who has no ties to him, etc) the moment the kid stops being useful Stark gives him a suit, ghosts him for weeks and when the kid informs him of an illegal weapons trade he doesn't move a damn finger to help him, then contacts the FBI but never tells Peter and when he was to show up to fix things (because of course he has to, where's the surprise there) he only does so to guilt-trip the kid into submission, chastising him for not knowing the FBI were involved because Peter is supposed to be a psychic you see.

But the best part is people defend his every move: Stark has PTSD, his father didn't raise him well, Peter wanted it so he was responsible for flying to Germany, he should have acted like an adult, bla bla.

Is it any wonder that the entire purpose of NWH was to take every influence Stark ever had on Peter and snuff it out so we can finally have the real Peter Parker? Of course it's the better MCU Spidey film and I'm not only saying that because Stephen is in it .

#anti tony stark

[i-lovethatforme]

this is the last time

Aka someone asked for a Mrs Doubtfire AU. Blame @awakening5 I am so serious.

Peter has only been patrolling for a couple of hours but the heat of the summer makes it difficult to want to be out and about in a spandex one piece for too long. He’s thinking about calling it quits for the day - well, until sitting on the roof of his shitty apartment gets to be too much and he slips the sweaty suit back on hoping to find some trouble. 

But then he feels it,the tingle in his spine as he slows his swing down to wait for the inevitable scream or siren. 

It comes from below him, which isn’t surprising seeing as he’s hanging from a lamppost right now. But it’s never a voice he likes - the tone of a scared child is always easier to pick out of a crowd.

“Spidey!”

Peter jumps down to where he thinks a mother is consoling her children and he's sure the commotion coming from such a small child suggests something awful has happened and his fears are confirmed when he hears the sobs and the word ‘dog’ over and over. 

He’s about to jump into action, to swing along the streets in search of a runaway puppy, even though he has no idea what it looks like. But then he can’t move. Because she stands up and he never thought he’d see her again - he made it so he never saw her again. 

He thought she was on the west coast - he convinced himself she wasn't in New York so he wouldn't go and see her. He knew he couldn't split up with her and then let himself see her all the time - it wouldn't have been fair.

But now MJ is right here. And she’s breathtaking. Her hair is red and slightly shorter than the last time he saw her and her skin is glistening and he feels like he’s eighteen again as he tries not to look at her legs in her sundress.

“Spidey?” she asks, her brows furrowed as she holds onto two sets of tiny hands - clearly trying to calm them down while getting his attention. He wonders if MJ is a nanny - it doesn’t seem like her kind of job - he was always so sure she’d only ever like their - her kids. But he gathers he doesn’t know her at all anymore.

“Y - yes?” he stutters out. 

“Sorry,” she says, looking a little awkward as she bends to lift one of the kids onto her hip, holding the other's hand tightly in hers. He can’t really see them, both hiding away, keeping their tears away from the stranger with the weird eyes. Maybe he’s scaring them. 

“Erm, I know this is a little under your paid grade but -”

“No, it’s fine,” he says immediately. “Runaway dog? I rescue animals all the time, so -”

“Oh, great,” she says, then, “erm he’s a black lab and -”

“Got it,” Peter says, firing a web to the closest lamppost. He swings faster than he has in a long time, his muscles feeling the strain as he throws himself around corners desperate to give MJ something - anything. She doesn’t know it’s him. The guy that broke her heart four years ago. If she did she probably wouldn’t have asked for his help. But she can have it now - it’s the only thing he’s been able to give her in so long and he needs to find this dog. 

God, why didn’t he ask for a name? An age? Fucking idiot. 

But luck is on his side for once and he sees an older black lab sitting under the shade of a tree near the park. It’s so obviously MJ’s dog that he doesn’t feel at all bad going straight over to it, grabbing his lead lightly as he offers them his hand. MJ always wanted to adopt the senior dogs - the ones people overlooked. 

Peter wonders if it’s hers, or if it belongs to the children she’s looking after. He can ask soon- if he manages to steal a few more minutes of her time. 

He walks back towards the corner they were standing on and he sees them walking towards him. And from here, from this messed up corner of his mind, he can pretend the smiles on their faces are for him. The real him. But he tries to shake that thought free before he does something irrational like asking MJ if she wants to marry him and oh by the way I’m Peter Parker please don’t run. 

But he won’t because he doesn’t deserve her now. Now that he’s a little less fucked up and could try and explain to her why he left - how she was so close to being killed he could barely breathe. Now that his grief has moulded itself into something a little more manageable - even now, he still doesn’t deserve her. 

“Ben!” the boy shouts, pulling away from MJ as best he can. She lets him go when they’re free of pedestrians and he comes running straight up to him. He throws his little arms around Ben’s neck and it’s so adorable Peter almost weeps on the spot. He hasn’t been around pure unfiltered happiness in so long he’d forgotten what it felt like. 

“Thanks, Spidey,” he says, looking up at him. 

Peter smiles back, though he wonders how it appears on his mask. He bends down instead, because MJ isn’t all that close yet and he feels a wave of protectiveness surrounding this tiny child with the chubby wrists. 

“You’re welcome,” he replies. But the boy looks at him then and Peter almost falls over because he’d be a fool to miss the wild curls and the soft smile. He’s so blindingly obviously MJ’s child that his chest feels like it might cave in. But it would be alright - he could be happy for her if it weren’t for the eyes. 

They’re Peter’s. 

“I knew you’d find Ben, mumma said you would but um - didn’t know,” he hums, his hands still securely around Ben’s neck and his brows so high up his forehead it makes Peter choke out a watery laugh. He did that. He created that face. He’s so perfectly half him and half MJ that Peter thinks he might die from the shame of not being there. From leaving her to raise two children by herself. 

MJ is there now, running her hand over Ben’s head as her daughter, Peter can now only assume as she mimics her brother in mannerisms. The tilt of her head, the way her curls are pulled back from her face, though her brows are furrowed in a way that’s hopelessly MJ. 

“Thanks,” MJ says, a smile on her face that renders him speechless. “I would have been in the dog house if you hadn’t found him.”

“That’s okay,” he breathes, trying to decide if he should stand and talk to her or stay crouched so he can steal looks at his children. He hands her the dog lead and tries not to drag his fingers along the back of her hand.

He wants to know everything - their names, their heights, the things they like on their toast, who their favourite cartoon character is, whether or not they like to draw. 

“Spidey is my best Venger,” the boy says, bouncing up on the balls of his feet. 

“Oh yeah?” Peter says, his voice cracking slightly. He looks over at the girl holding onto MJ’s hand, half hiding behind her legs. “What about you?” 

She moves further behind MJ and Peter feels a wave of guilt seep through him but then she pouts slightly, her brows furrowing a little more and she looks so much like MJ he can’t be anything other than proud. 

“I like Black Panther,” she says, her chin tilted up slightly like she’s daring him to test her on it. She’s perfect and he’s not sure how he's supposed to leave them now.

“He’s my favourite as well,” Peter replies, finally standing up. 

“And yours?” Peter asks, looking over at MJ. She smiles, something blindingly beautiful and that he’s missed more than he could ever have realised. 

“Spidey is cool.”

“Nice,” he replies.

“Bit of a dork though.”

“You’ve got me there,” he laughs, running his hand over his mask. She laughs with him and he wants to make it his ringtone. He wants to ask something else, to make this moment last longer but people are starting to linger and there was a reason he left before. Even though he wants to stay, even though he needs to fix this, he needs to do it in a way that means they’re safe. 

“Er -”

“Right,” MJ says, shaking her head. “Thanks for the rescue. Eddie, May, say thank you.”

“May?” he asks, his eyes immediately watering as he thinks back to someone else he’s lost. Someone that will never meet her grandchildren even if he does manage to fix this. He’s not sure how he would ever deserve someone like MJ - who uses a name she must have known Peter was desperate to use - even though he wasn’t there. Even though she probably hated him.

"Mayday," the little girl whispers, ducking behind MJ before Peter can reply.

“Yeah," MJ says with a light laugh. "You know a May?”

“A while ago.”

“Me too,” she replies, gathering the lead and Eddie’s hand in one of hers, May’s in the other. “See you around, Spidey.”

“Yeah,” he whispers, his hand up in a half wave. He waits until they’re too far away, until he should have left but he didn’t because Eddie keeps turning around to wave at him.

When he turns for the fifth time Peter decides he needs to fix this.

When May turns around he decides he can fix this.

When MJ turns her head, a small smile on her face, before they disappear around a corner. He's got half a plan on how to fix this.

“See you around, MJ.”

#spideychelle #me ignoring wips to write a ridic prompt #blame wake blame gi blame caitlin #petermj

[ptergwen]

he’s gonna love you

w/c: 3k

summary: two of peter’s favorite people in the world meet for the first time

a/n: i started writing this like a year ago but i forgot? anyway i think it’s cute so i came back to it and also we’re pretending tony didn’t d word

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“how would you feel about meeting mr. stark?”

peter drops the question out of no where. not a “hi” or “how’s it going?” first. you nearly choke on your sip of coffee. gulping, you stare up at him and push the cup to the side.

“what?” peter asks innocently, taking his seat across from you on the cafeteria bench. “he needs my help with something after school. whatever it is might take a while,” he explains while opening up a bag of chips from the vending machine. “instead of rain checking the date we had, i figured you could go with me.”

tony stark. he wants you to meet the tony stark. one of your idols and the world’s greatest hero. it sounds completely unreal.

“are- are you being serious right now? you wanna bring me to meet tony stark?” you can’t even believe you just said that. “uh,” peter finishes chewing before looking up at you. he gives you a small but hopeful smile. “yeah.” you shake your head at your boyfriend in disbelief. you’re really getting to spend your afternoon with iron man.

who else besides peter can say they’ve done that?

“unless you don’t want to,” he teases to see your reaction. “no! of course i want to! he’s my favorite avenger. how could you even say that?” you steal one of peter’s chips and crunch on it dramatically. pretending you hurt him, he puts his hand over his heart.

“first of all, you owe me a chip. second, what about me?” “it would be biased if spider-man were my favorite! you know he’s yours, too.” his salty expression changes to a thoughtful one. you have a point. “besides thor, but i guess that’s fair... ugh.”

peter glances at the cafeteria clock. “i gotta go to the library. i’ll meet you by your locker later, okay?” he leans across the table and kisses your cheek, then bends down to grab his stuff. “see you later, spidey,” you call after peter before he walks too far. he shoots you a poorly attempted wink and takes off for the library.

t-minus two hours until it’s tony time.

you leave your last class right as the bell rings, walking through the halls faster than usual. it still hasn’t sunk in what you’re about to do. peter is already waiting in front of your locker when you get there.

“look at you being early for once,” you greet him. he chuckles and steps aside. “don’t get used to it.” “i wasn’t going to,” you quip, opening your locker. peter checks his phone while you swap out a few things. after closing your locker, you turn and face him.

“happy’s waiting outside whenever you’re ready.” he puts his phone back in his pocket. “he’s driving us there?” “yeah, i didn’t tell you? he picks me up most days.” peter’s arm wraps loosely around your waist, then the two of you start walking. “that’s cool. i haven’t seen him in a minute.”

“can’t relate. he practically lives at my apartment,” peter sighs, but it’s lighthearted. “i’m surprised may hasn’t asked him to move in already.” “don’t act like you don’t secretly enjoy it,” you challenge and elbow his side. his eyes dart to you as he thinks about it. “i guess i do. he does make may really happy.” you leave the conversation at that, considering you’re about to see the man in question.

peter pushes open one of the double doors that leads to the main parking lot of midtown. “ok, we’re looking for a black suv.” his arm moves so his hand is resting on your back to guide you. you squint, eyes adjusting to the sunlight and scanning for the car. “is that it? kinda sticks out since it’s taking up, like, two parking spaces.” you point to the suv. peter looks to confirm.

“yep. that’s mr. stark for you.” he deadpans. “let’s go. our chariot awaits.” giving peter a crooked smile, you let him usher you over to the car. unsurprisingly, the thing is like a magnet for the other kids outside. some even try to peek through the tinted windows and see what’s going on. you’d do the same if you were them. it isn’t every day a car like that pulls up in your school parking lot, to be fair.

“hop in before your seats get taken,” happy says, eyeing people from his rolled down window. peter ignores his sour greeting. “my day was great, happy. how was yours?” “sorry, kid. you know i get stressy with crowds.” peter nods and glances over his shoulder. after opening the backseat door and throwing his bag inside, he turns to you.

“backpack?” “why thank you.” you take your backpack off your shoulder and hand it to peter. “no need.” dropping it next to his on the floor, peter brushes his hands off like it weighed a ton. he can be such a dummy when he’s in one of his playful moods. “jeez. well, hop in,” he sarcastically repeats happy’s words from a minute ago. you salute peter and climb in, him getting in after.

the smell of leather and quiet music playing make the oversized car feel less intimidating right away. “hey, y/n. peter. seatbelts on,” happy tells you two while staring down some kids that pass by. peter nudges you to ask if you can believe this without words. you just click your tongue at him and buckle up.

“you going to the tower with peter?” happy asks you, pulling out of the parking space. “the tower? like, avengers tower? i thought the avengers moved upstate,” you look over at peter. he shrugs his shoulders. “mr. stark said they’re still renovating it or something.”

the two of you wait for happy to explain. he’s too focused on navigating his way through the messy parking lot to realize. “happy?” peter taps his shoulder. “give me a second, kid. i’m trying to make this turn,” happy mutters. you put a hand on peter’s shoulder to pull him away. you’re trying not to laugh. “oops,” he mumbles to you.

happy finally gets out of the parking lot, and you watch his face relax in the overhead mirror. you’re driving through the streets now. “the tower should be ready next month. boss is checking it out tomorrow,” he answers your question from a few minutes ago. you nod and look over at peter. he’s probably used to hearing about all this stuff.

your mind drifts off when the conversation ends, and the reality sets in. you’ll be face to face with tony stark pretty soon. this is a big deal. not just because he’s a superhero, but because he’s a huge part of peter’s life. it’s only a step below meeting may. you’ve already done that. but, you planned it weeks before it happened. there’s extra pressure with this because it’s last minute.

before you know it, you’re in the city. you zone back in to peter telling happy about patrol the other night. happy stops at a light. he looks less than interested while peter goes on about a lost puppy. he shares a look with you, but you’re too in your head to laugh.

“i was kinda sad when his owner came to get him because i would’ve taken him home.” remembering it makes him frown. “if may said it was okay,” he adds. happy rolls his eyes playfully. peter doesn’t miss his smile when he brings up may. eyes wide, he taps your shoulder.

“uh, so, we’re almost there,” he changes the subject. you blink for a few seconds and nod. “ok, cool.” “i’ll drop you kids off outside,” happy chimes in, going when the light turns green. peter furrows his eyebrows. “you’re not coming with us?” “i’m actually going out with your aunt in a few.” that makes you tune in fully.

peter doesn’t say anything, so you talk for him. “aw, that’s nice. what are you gonna do?” “dinner and a movie. classic.” happy sits up more in his seat. you glance over at peter from your peripherals. “have a good time,” he speaks up. “thanks, kid.” it would’ve been a sweet moment if peter didn’t look so moody now.

happy pulls up to the curb, unlocking your doors. peter hands you your bag before grabbing his own. “thanks for the ride,” he says and gets out of the car quickly. “yeah, thank you so much,” you tell him, getting out on peter’s side to avoid traffic. happy waves you off. “anytime. enjoy yourselves.” and he’s gone.

you stare at the empty spot the suv was just in. peter tugs at your hand from behind you. “you coming, y/n/n?” “yeah, sorry.” you take a breath and turn around, letting him lead you into the building. security already knows him, so you go straight to the elevator. peter presses the button to the top floor and leans back against the railing.

“i can’t believe may didn’t tell me. like, i thought they-“ he stops talking when he notices the look on your face. it’s like you’re about to throw up. “you okay?” you stare down at your feet. “i’m just... scared.” “why?” his hand finds yours again, loosely intertwining your fingers together. he searches for your eyes. you meet his gaze and swallow your spit.

“i’m scared he won’t like me. i mean, what if he thinks i’m stupid?” you admit, peter instantly dismissing your worries. “mr. stark? no way. i’ve already told him a lot about you.” he squeezes your hand. “he’s gonna love you, y/n.” it sounds so genuine you almost believe him. there’s still a bit of doubt in your mind. who could possibly know what tony stark is ever thinking?

but, peter’s reassurance does make you feel better. you’ll try to go easy on yourself. a smile pulling at your lips, you nod. “i hope so.” “he will,” peter repeats and smiles back. you get to the top floor about a minute later. all the nerves reenter your body. you’re pretty sure peter can sense them. literally, he can.

“think of it like this,” he murmurs to you before the elevator doors open. “he’s a middle aged guy who likes to play with robots.” “peter, stop. that’s not even... ok.” you roll your eyes, but you you find it funny. peter takes you by your hand into the main room. he’s surprised to see tony fixing a drink behind the bar. he’ll usually be working on something or going over his schedule with pepper whenever he gets here.

you clear your throat and walk with him to the bar. tony has his back to the two of you, fixing something in a glass. “hi, mr. stark,” peter greets him, eyebrows raised. “underoos. happy with you by any chance?” he replies and pours out the rest of a seltzer in his cup. this feels fake to you. “no, but i did bring someone else.” tony turns around this time. he looks amused.

“who’s this?” you’re about to introduce yourself, but he answers his own question. he tilts his head to the side. “y/n?” the fact that he knows who you are shocks you so much you can’t answer. reading your mind, peter explains. “i showed him pictures.” you nod. “uh, yeah. hi.”

“i thought it would be nice for you guys to meet,” peter tells him, a light pink setting on his cheeks. tony pats his shoulder from behind the counter. “oh, it’s a pleasure. really.” he looks over at you before turning around again. “either of you want a drink?” “mr. stark, we aren’t allowed to-“ tony fake gasps. “you think i’d give you alcohol?”

peter looks over at his glass. tony notices and picks it up, swishing around the liquid inside. “that’s cranberry juice.” you perk up, laughing to yourself. he’s really not that scary after all. peter clenches his teeth. “oh.” “made myself a little mocktail. you know what that is, underoos?” tony shakes his head, looking back at you.

“clearly not,” you joke, tony scoffing in agreement. peter’s face scrunches up in confusion. “you just met and you’re ganging up on me?” “relax. i’m gonna make you kiddos your juice.” tony gets two other glasses from the rack. you’re not too intimidated now that you’ve joked around with him. peter is happy to see that. he’d prefer it to not be at the expense of him, though.

“so, what did you need my help with?” peter asks while tony pours juice for the two of you. he raises a finger. “ah. i was gonna have you work on a prototype for your new suit with me.” he hands you both the cups, peter taking a sip and eyeing him expectantly. “but we shouldn’t bore y/n with that. we’ll do it tomorrow, yeah?”

“i don’t mind, actually. it would be kinda cool to watch,” you jump in. peter pokes your side with a grin. “thanks, y/n/n.” good thing you’re drinking the juice or else you’d be giggly. “let’s hop to it, then. lab time.” tony rubs his hands together and steps through the small door behind the bar.

you and peter leave your backpacks on the swirly seats and follow him to the lab. tony lets you bring your drinks, which peter whispers is something he never does. he claps twice and the lights turn on. you’re amazed by what you see.

there’s a view of earth and one of space projected in the center of the room. old iron man suits are lined up, and one looks like it’s in the process of being made. random parts and crumbled notes are scattered around. avengers equipment is stored in a safeguarded area next to the suits. you’re really in iron man’s lab.

“whew, excuse the mess,” tony says to you on his way over to a plushy desk chair. you and peter sit in ones identical to it. peter is on tony’s left, and you’re next to peter. “friday, open file 7p.” “yes, boss.” a new projection replaces the others. it feels like something out of a movie.

the two of them look through what tony has done so far. peter hums, squinting as he reads the coding. you’re not even going to try making sense of it. this is beyond you. it’s still interesting to see what they’ll do. he reaches over and points at the screen, then drags his finger down. it gets picked up as scrolling. peter seems to approve of most of it until he’s almost at the bottom.

“there’s only one thing i wanna change,” he tells tony, waiting for the go ahead to say it. tony raises an eyebrow. “my webs. they haven’t been... sticky enough lately.” “you wanna change the formula?” now they’re speaking words you understand. you try to keep up. “yeah, but i don’t know what’s missing,” peter taps his fingers on the table.

“tell me what formula you’re using,” tony crosses his arms and turns to face peter in his chair. “polyvinyl acetate.” you’re lost again. “break it down, will you?” peter stills his hand and tries to recall it. “carbon four hydrogen eight oxygen two?”

you know enough about chemistry to understand chemical formulas. that can’t be it. “i think that’s wrong,” you cut in quietly. they both turn to you. tony is pleasantly surprised, but peter is a little shocked. “what do you think it is, y/n?” tony prompts you. “i’m not sure, but it sounds like there’s way too much hydrogen. it could be making your webs more... watery.”

peter thinks it over, and his eyes widen. “wait, you’re right. it should be hydrogen six.” he lets out a laugh of disbelief. “how do you know more about my webs than me?” “basic chemistry, i guess.” you do your best to bite back a smile. you just outsmarted two geniuses. tony swats at peter’s arm to get his attention.

“keep that in your head. make some new web fluid tomorrow.” “i will.” peter bumps your knee under the table. “or i’ll ask y/n to help me.” “please, i’m barely good at this stuff.” you shake your head. “no, he’s right. you’re pretty smart, kid. neither of us could figure it out.” this is the first thing you’ve heard tony say today that wasn’t sarcastic. that must mean he’s serious. tony stark called you smart.

the three of you spend a few more hours tweaking minor things for peter’s new suit, each of them asking you for input from time to time. you get to be a temporary avenger. tony tells you inside secrets about the team, too. all about their powers, funny stories, you hear some of everything. he only stops when friday says it’s eight o’clock.

“i was supposed to let you go at seven. whoops.” tony swipes his hand, making the projection disappear. peter’s face falls. “aw, mr. stark. can we stay a little longer?” “this is really fun,” you say in the same whiny voice. he lets out a breath. “don’t you two have better things to do? eat, homework, watch tv?”

before either of you can protest, he pulls out his phone. “i’m telling happy to come get you.” “he can’t. he’s...” peter sighs. “he’s on a date with may.” tony snorts and shoves his phone back in his pocket. “that’s still happening? i’ll drive you, then.” “but you never drive me.” peter gives him a strange look. tony gestures you. “well, we have a very special guest today. special guest means special circumstances.”

each of you get up from the table. tony goes and opens up the door to the lab. you and peter stay back a few seconds. you’re grinning to yourself about the day. peter leans in close to you and presses a kiss to the side of your head, his lips lingering before he pulls away. his arm finds its place around your waist. you let yourself relax in his hold.

“told you he was gonna love you.”

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The Dark Team (part 13)

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Warnings: creepy man, hungover (alcohol mentions), abduction mentions.

Chirping birds woke you up as the light hit your face. It was a slightly sunny morning, you could see. A cold one, too. Your head ached; yesterday’s wine was stronger than you’d think. You remembered very little, and the hangover weighed on your feet as you tried to stand up. Soon, that weight redistributed up to your head, dizziness almost throwing you back in bed.

With much more effort than before, you got up and walked slowly to the kitchen, glancing around. Last night, a sticky kid fell asleep on the doorframe. You chuckled and decided to not wake him up. Loki was nowhere to be found; must be sleeping in his own room, if he had one by then.

An ibuprofen and some cold water later, you checked the time. It was so early; six in the morning. You decided to get working already; maybe someone on the team was awake. If not, you could at least take things off your to-do list for the day and get time free at noon to play videogames with Peter, or help him with that Lego Stark Tower he has been trying to build for almost two weeks now. A nice walk in the park to get some fresh air until some coffee shop opened; that’s what you needed.

The streets were emptier than you’d imagine, and then you realized it was saturday. Peeping in, a coffee shop next block was already opening, and people were lining up to get in. You made sure to have brought money and a laptop with you, and as you reached your pockets you realized you had your suit on, under normal clothes. Well, at least I’m prepared for anything now. Even a sunday morning in a lovely coffee shop, you thought, laughing to yourself. If Tony saw you like this, he’d recall that word he says you inherited from him. Paranoid. But no, Stark, I’m just hungover. Good to know your first instinct once you get up off bed is to suit up. Tony'd be proud. And a little disappointed, too.

You got a table far from the window, wall behind your back making sure nobody could eye your laptop. Once you were settled in and your coffee was getting cold, you started working. You were so glad you were out of the public eye, so you could afford yourself all of these outside activities. Sounded stupid, but if you were to have dinner with Sam, or Steve, or Thor, you’d have to also deal with paparazzis all night long. Actually, in dining out with Thor, paparazzis would be the least of your problems.

“Hey”, greeted Bucky from the other line. “It’s so early, what are you doing up?”.

“Buck, it’s already ten”.

“Oh”, he said, and you heard a sliding curtain by his side. “Oh, there it is. Sunlight”.

“Why are your times all twisted?”.

“We stayed up until five”.

“Doing what?”.

“Let’s say the mini bar was not so mini”.

“Oh my God”, you laughed, and checked for your work on the laptop. “At this point, I think the only one who didn’t get drunk last night is Spidey. Ah. Listen, I’ve arranged today’s plan, and it has to go right or else you can get abducted again. And we don’t want that, okay?”.

“I’m not sure what we’re supposed to do now. Didn’t we already get the stick?”.

“That’s the point, there’s more… you know, bottles hanging around” you lowered your voice. The coffee shop was almost empty, but just in case, you kept it under your breath. “That’s why you gotta get into Hydra’s last base again. Do not go alone”.

You instructed Bucky and then he tried his best to put you on speaker to the rest of the team, but failed. None of them could actually figure out how to do it; Steve was even less familiar with cell phones, and Thor… well, not even elaborating on him. The only Asgardian who seemed familiar enough with Midgard’s technologies was sleeping soundly on the compound. You had to explain the plan thoroughly another two times individually, and then finally hung up and got to work, sending them coordinates and turning off Hydra’s hacked security cameras.

Once they were already in, you had not much more to do. At least for a few hours, they’d be completely submerged in there, and your help wasn’t needed anymore. You still planned for some outcomes and didn’t even notice the man standing in front of you.

“Excus…”.

“OH... my God”, you gasped, taking yourself off your hyper focused state. The man chuckled. His teeth, yellow, seemed like he didn’t know anything about dental hygiene. His clothes were perfectly cleaned, though, in a tidy office-type suit; but his hair was hidden by a peaked cap that barely let you see his eye expressions. Very weird looking. Hard to read. Just now unemployed? Dressed like that to get attention? You frowned and closed all tabs, opening a fake account of email and some cheap online magazine. “What do you need?”.

“Can I sit here?”.

“No”.

He smiled weirdly and manspreaded in the chair you told him not to sit in. You sighed and rolled your eyes.

“What are you doing?”, he asked.

You ignore him and keep pretending to read your mails, eyeing how many people were in there too. It was getting fuller than before. If he wanted to steal your laptop he’d have to do it in front of all of these people, and cross the whole coffee shop. He wasn’t planning on stealing. You made a security copy of all the files anyways.

“You have pretty eyes”.

You ignored him again, but now understood his intentions. God, people could be so shameless sometimes. You literally told him to go away. You’ll repeat it, just in case he would actually listen this time.

“Go away”.

He chuckled and stayed in place.

“I just want to talk, sweetie”.

“Sure. I’m not interested”.

“You have a boyfriend?”.

“I have a very strong fist”.

He got closer, leaning on the table, and lowering his voice said “You’re working on the supersoldiers mission, yes?”.

You froze. Suddenly, the creepy man was a bigger threat than you’d anticipated. Your hand hovered over the gun in your pocket, holding strong eye contact with him.

“Who are you?”.

“What do you have in your pocket?”, he teased.

“Wanna find out?”, you threatened.

Looking over his shoulder, an all-too-familiar fifteen year old hid behind a pile of coffee cups from the bar counter, holding his breath to not laugh. You sighed and broke the tension.

“Funny. Very funny. I almost shoot you, you know”.

“That’s not a very good instinct”.

“Not an instinct, I truly wanted to shoot you”.

“You sure were, pancake”, he said as he transformed back into himself, still in those ugly clothes covering half his face. As he looked down to himself, he frowned and changed his clothes to an Asgardian armor. “But your mortal bullets would be no more than a caress to my skin”.

“Let’s give it a try, shall we?”, you cocked your gun, joking. He laughed, and Peter got increasingly nervous as you played with your toys in a public and safe place, surrounded by civilians. “Don’t worry, Pete, it’s fake”.

Peter sighed in relief as you clarified and put it back in your pocket, and Loki smirked, knowing perfectly well you just lied.

“Why don’t we get something to drink, too, mr. Loki?”.

“Yeah, whatever you want, kid”.

“Not a kid”.

“Apologies. Actually, can you order it? I’m afraid Midgardians don’t usually take kindly to my presence”, he asked. Peter nodded.

“I do, mr. Loki”.

"What?".

"Take it kindky".

Loki smiled and raised his eyebrows, a bit confused. Muttered an “I’m glad” and instructed him to get an americano, while you packed your laptop in the backpack.

"How's the incognito working out for you in your shiny armor?"

"Better than before. At least now I'm comfortable while getting the same bad looks I always get anyways".

"Shapeshifter can't manage to hide, how ironic", you said, giving him one of the new earbuds, with an attachable mic. "Since you have good strategy plans and you sort of know what you're doing, work with me".

"I thought we were already working together. You know, in this stupid thing called The Dark...".

"Yeah", you interrupted him, rolling your eyes once again. "From behind the scenes, I mean. This is so you can listen to whatever my earbud hears. Don't bite your tongue if you have any inputs, I'm running out of solutions".

Your phone rang again as you were getting up.

“Yes?”.

“It’s all gone to trash, y/n. We need a new plan, I can’t find Buck anywhere. What’s your backup?”, rushed Steve’s voice. It sounded like it was from a public service phone, and the static didn’t let you hear Steve’s surroundings. Loki looked at the floor, concentrating. He didn't find anything either, and was too far away to read his mind.

“Wait. What do you mean you can’t find him? You were supposed to keep an eye on him so he doesn’t get kidnapped again”, you said, opening your laptop again and looking for Bucky’s location. He didn’t have it on him.

“Yeah, that’s what I meant with ‘it’s all gone to trash’”.

“Okay, don’t freak out. Where are you?”.

“Hydra’s last base, top of the buil…”.

“Hold up, I have another incoming call”. You put him on hold and see who’s calling. It was Bucky, this time. You sigh out of relief. Peter watched you two concerned while approaching you with two coffee cups. You gestured to him to not talk, and Loki had started to type things in your computer. “Buck, where are you? What happened?”.

On the other side of the line, you didn’t get a specific answer. You heard muffled noises that you still couldn’t quite figure out what they meant, and more than one person behind the phone.

“Buck, you there?”, you asked once again. Bucky’s voice filled the silence with a heartrending scream of agony. You almost dropped your phone, and your heart beated to the speed of light. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. They have him. “Buck!”.

“Three hours”, called someone, probably one of the Hydra butchers. “You have three hours”.

“Three hours for what?!”, you tried to hold them on the line while tracing the call. It was from a specific coordinate, nobody could get there unless they teleported. Luckily, you had the perfect person for the job. Loki looked at you quizzically.

"Do we not have better people on it? Can't Stark go?".

You returned to Steve’s call, while thinking about some other alternative than taking you three there (including Peter). “They have Bucky. Location’s very far away from where we all are, so you try to get out of there and go to Asgard with Thor; they’ll try to kidnap you too, and Hydra’s resources are global. No, don’t argue, you screw up, now you do exactly as I say”.

“Do you think they’re the same that hijacked the ship on the first part of the mission?”, asked Loki once you cut the call.

“They might. We have to go get him, there's no other way. The rest of the team comes back tomorrow and they can't leave”.

“No, I have to go”, said Loki. “But I’m supposed to stay with you two and make sure you’re not endangered, and I’m sure if I leave you here all alone, you’ll try to come by your own means”.

“Which means”, you added, “if you take us with you, you can make sure we don’t endanger ourselves”.

“This is a terrible idea”.

“But the only one so far”, you convinced him. “Pete, feeling like going on a dangerous mission?”.

“Hell yeah!”, he said eagerly. Loki was not very fond of his enthusiasm.

“I can do this”, you assured him. “Do you trust me?”.

“Yes”. He didn’t hesitate. “But I don’t trust them. You two will stay behind me facing the danger, alright? Nothing of wanting to play heroes”.

“Got it. Let’s suit up, fellas. Bucky’s waiting”.

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