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dulcewrites · 1 year

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I love how Targ stans are like Visenya, Alysanne, Rhaenyra, Dany are so great but then they turn around and say Naerys, Rhaella and other Targ queens who weren't dragonriders suck. And I saw a comment on YouTube that it's funny how Targ princesses position lowered (well, it was never very high but after death of dragons it went to basically 0) after death of dragons and they lost significance in eyes of many when they weren't dragonriders. Well it's not hard to understand that those girls are only impressed when Targ princesses threaten to burn everything to assert dominance as if it was a sing of being powerful 😂 and when they lack dragons they are worth less than spitting on the ground even though they had to put up with their toxic and violent brothers-husbands. If to them Targ princesses value depends on whether they have a dragon or not, do we really need to wonder if they are feminist? Because they are clearly not, what's more they think Targ princesses cannot possibly be powerful without giant lizard spitting fire so it just reminds me of words from Tony Stark to Peter Parker If you're nothing without this suit then you shouldn't have it and the same could be applied to all those girlbosess Targ princesses that certain people love and refuse to see they are not perfect. What are all of them without dragons? Okay, Visenya knew how to fight, Alysanne was very intelligent, but Rhaenyra and Dany just spoiled child and arrogant child and they both don't know how game of thrones is played. Just look at basically legendary player, Olenna Tyrell and how many times did she threaten someone directly? Only twice, with High Sparrow and Littlefinger and with High Sparrow it was because he imprisoned Loras and Margaery and Littlefinger because she predicted he would go to Cersei and say she poisoned Joffrey and at the end of conversation it was Littlefinger who needed to rethink his strategy because if he spoke a word about Olenna murdering Joffrey, she would also play at this game and she will say Littlefinger was also involved in this so that's why she said our fates are joined, together we murdered the king, meaning if Littlefinger will expose her and her house, she would do the same to him. But Olenna talk with Tywin, it's so great because 1) Tywin couldn't harm her or her house after they helped Lannisters defeat Stannis 2) they were both head of their houses and there is so much between the lines, so much unspoken things and that's the beauty of game of thrones. It's all about plotting, look at Varys and Littlefinger and then look at Rhaenyra and Dany. Come on, does anyone take this crazy stans seriously? When I was watching how Hightowers interact with others it's all about being subtle, it's getting what they want but not in brutal way like Targs are known for, because it doesn't matter whether you have a dragon or not, but when you are stupid, others will manipulate you and play smart and use you for their own benefit and that's why I don't respect Targs as family because almost all of them act like entitled to everything all the time and their arrogance causes them to be shortsighted and they think just because they wear crown, have dragons that it means they are the most powerful people in the world, but that's wrong, because they are not.

I do think a large appeal of the Targaryens is their dragons which like… fine whatever. Dragons are cool. I think the mythos behind their family is cool. But I think a lot of people maybe project certain ideas of the Targaryens to frankly make them seem more competent or more politically savvy.

Much of the power they wield is in their dragons (for a time) and by telling themselves, and by proxy, others that they should be seen as gods because of said dragons. Once the rider is stripped of that dragon or any some cases does not have one yet, they are isolated or seen as less targaryen. Regardless of how much blood they may have. I think the whole targ family, Jaehaerys with the doctrine in particular, do themselves a disfavor by focusing so much on dragons.

It’s funny you mention this sort of dynamic with the women and their dragons bc Rhaenyra and fmo reader have an interesting (imo) conversation about the privileges and disadvantages of being a dragon rider. How ephemeral power can be when you are a woman in the realm. Rhaenyra was never taught how to access power outside of her name and dragon. A great example would be how weird it was (to me) to have a woman that just ripped a baby out of her hop on a dragon to ~scare~ people. I get it was supposed to be a callback to ep 2 but like ???. It’s just funny bc Rhaenyra doesn’t know how to extend any power bc her father was too incompetent to show her (or even do it himself). In Daemon’s words “dreams didn’t make up kings, dragons did”. Which is just ironic. Rhaenyra and dany, frankly through the men in the lives, really never stood a chance. I think that’s why it is funny when people love these women but can’t even point out the clear system in the Targaryen family that in the end negative affects these women. I personally enjoy book dany, I can’t really speak on her show counterpart much. And I’m still eh about how I feel about both book and show Rhaenyra.

The whole soft power versus hard power, in this context. Because people who use hard power tactics (in this case having literal dragons) would maybe look down on those who use soft power (coercion or economic withdrawal). Fear can only take you so far especially against people who already don’t fuck with you. In general I think there are pros and cons to both ways of political strategy. Certain characters can get away on one versus other based on: gender, resources, race, age, etc

#idk if this made sense lmao #but I get what you mean #there’s a lot of people where all you have to do a slap a blonde wig on something and they will stan #which is… a choice #asks and requests

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multifariousqueer · 2 years

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Romeo and Juliet

summary: You and Peter are supposed to be arch enemies. Your families look down upon and spit on one another. But maybe something will change their hearts.

Warnings: ANGST, smut in later chapters, character death, all of the warnings that go along with normal Romeo and Juliet, Avengers being douchy, VERY MINOR AGE GAP, hints of Dom!Peter, experienced!Peter x innocent!reader, cursing

pairings: peterparker(mcu)xreader, wandaxreader(plutonic) basically everyonexreader(plutonic), pietromaximoffxreader

Prologue:

Many, Many years ago lived two young kids in love. One came from the blood of Stark, the other from the blood of Rogers. The families were nothing less than enemies with no respect for each other and a cold hatred for one another. The noble house of Stark raised some of the best and brightest whereas the house of Rogers raised the most powerful and brave. The beautiful Y/n L/n came from the house of Rogers where her gifts were nurtured and even encouraged. And up until the age of 16, she knew nothing but happiness and love from her father Steve Rogers (who adopted her) and her mother Natasha Romanoff. The other part of the shared heart, Peter Parker was brought into the house of Stark for his unwavering loyalty and his incredible intelligence. However, up until he turned 17, he felt as if something was missing. He was fawned over and gawked at however he could never find anyone who was worth his time, no matter how hard the other members of Stark tried. Tony would host grand parties and balls but no one piqued Peter’s interest. They were all the same it felt like; lacking any sort of intelligence or substance. One day, Peter decided he had had enough,

Present Day:

(Peter’s POV)

It was another day. Tony had decided to throw another ball tonight to celebrate his house making well into the trillions and beating out Steve’s house who was still in the millions. Peter never cared about money because he was poor before he was taken in. He remembered the nights May would go hungry just to feed him and now, it was disgusting how rich May and Him are thanks to him just following his moral compass and deciding to intern under Stark. Peter loved learning all about science and mathematics but he always felt like he wanted more. He wanted a companion to share his passion for the disciplines and it didn’t even have to be Math or Science. He wanted to make love and not just have mindless sex; and talk about the world afterwards. If it boiled down to it, he wanted to run away and be with the woman he loves.

Peter pulled himself out of a trance when he heard F.R.I.D.A.Y.:

“Sir. Parker, Mr. Leeds is here to see you”

“Thank you F.R.I.D.A.Y.” Peter sighed.

“No problem, sir” F.R.I.D.A.Y. answered systematically.

Ned came right behind F.R.I.D.A.Y. and saw Peter’s glum face:

“Hey dude” Ned nodded

“Hey man” Peter smiled.

They both exchanged their handshake before going out for a walk under the citrus trees:

“Why the long face?” Ned asked.

“No reason. I’m good.” Peter said without even looking up.

“Peter, I know when you're lying. We’ve been friends for 11 years. Is this about the girl thing again?” Ned asked even though he already knew the answer when Peter’s silence confirmed it.

“Dude” Ned rolled his eyes.

“I know, I know, it’s stupid but it’s really eating me up inside. I just want somebody.” Peter sighed.

“Tell you what, we can pick up some girls at the ball tonight.” Ned said.

“NED I’M SICK OF “PICKING UP GIRLS” I WANT A WIFE NOT A WHORE.” Peter yelled.

“okay dude, you didn't have to yell” Ned said quietly.

“I’m sorry bro. Maybe she’ll be at the ball tonight.” Peter said, trying to fix the situation.

“I hope so” Ned said. They fist bumped and kept walking.

(Y/n’s POV)

“Y/NNNNNNN” Your mom called.

“COMINGGG” You replied.

You check your clock and it’s 11:00 AM. You slipped on your robe and headed downstairs because if you didn’t, your mom would drag you out of your bed. You reached the bottom of the stairs when you see Wanda, Sam, Bucky and your dad at the table:

“Look all I’m saying is that Stark is only throwing the ball because he has nothing better to do with his time and he’s an arrogant ass-” Sam started.

“Hey, Y/n!” Wanda shouted interrupting. This earned her an eye roll from Sam.

“Hey, Wands” You say.

“Hey I wanted to talk to you about why you're spending so much time in your room.” Nat said.

“No reason. I just like it up there.” You reply.

Wanda reads your mind and sees the true reason for your depression.

“Ugh this again?” Wanda questions.

“Oh God, Y/n not this partner rant again.” Your mom says. “What partner rant?” Steve asked

“Y/n is just lonely.” Nat says passively.

“As many people as there are in this house and you're lonely??” Steve asks.

“Dad I'm not lonely. I just want a partner, someone who shares my intellect and ambitions.” You say.

“What intellect?” Steve asks half jokingly.

You were getting fed up at this point and decided to go upstairs and change into a comfy outfit and go for a walk:

“Where are you going?” Your mom asks.

“For a walk” You say not even bothering to shoot her a glance.

#peter parker angst #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker #peter parker smut #mcu #wanda maximoff #bucky barnes #sam wilson #natasha romanoff #tom holland x reader #tom!peter parker smut #ned leeds #foryou #peter parker x fem #romeo and juliet

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whatdoesshedotothem · 2 years

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Friday 28 June 1839

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darkish but fair – breakfast at 10 ¼ - A- had had Miss Lloyd – somehow I did not trouble myself to go to her – said I was dressing – but I had in my dressing gown just pepped out at A- Miss Lloyd went away probably thinking we should not trouble her much more – Skimmed over this mornings’ Herald – (A- went – drove at 11 ¾ - to take her bath at 12) – I wrote all but the 1st 11 lines of yesterday and so far of today till now 12 40/.. – note a little while ago from Lady D. Gordon to say she could not come today – forgot yesterday that she was going this morning to see her sick sister Lady Hereford – wrote as follows to Mr. Adam on ¼ sheet paper ’26 Dover street Friday 28 June 1839 Sir – I am quite assured your information was altogether incorrect, and I am perfectly satisfied on the score of suitableness in every respect – Miss Walker will write under this [?] if she can, if not, you will have her note in time – I will send off my letter to Mr. Parker tomorrow – I am sir, etc. etc. A. Lister’ – then wrote and sent by George at 1 ½ to Lady S. de R- ‘Friday morning 28 June 1839. Dear Lady Stuart Perhaps I have Louisas’ signing in my head which dissatisfied me with everything else, but I do not quite like my political note into Yorkshire as a final measure – Do tell Lord Pollington, if you think proper, I should have great pleasure in renewing our Paris acquaintance, and shall be glad to see him if he has ten minutes to spare any time, except tomorrow, before post time on Monday – my love to Louisa – Believe me very truly yours A. Lister’ – the Lady Stuart de Rothesay 4 Carlton house terrace’ – A- returned languid at 1 10/.. – then till 4 ¾ at my copy of rent to Mr. Parker and at A-‘s ditto of instructions and outgo to Mr. Adam – had just written so far – A- had changed her dress, and we were going out when Lord Stuart de Rothesay – Lord Pollington wished by all means the H-x borough to be kept open – his coming forward had been mentioned to him 2 or 3 years ago! he would be glad to be rid of Pontefract if Lord Mexborough had not compromised him too far – he must ascertain this – Lord M- often very foolish in the same matters – mention of Mr. James Wortley – Lord Wharncliffe a mar-plot – I mentioned that it was well Mr. James W- did not now wish to represent us again – I did not think of anybody thought of him – mentioned the unluckily demur about the £500 Lord W- was to have given towards the election – some of the expense not yet paid – I had no idea of our borough having been named to Lord P- supposed it was by an attorney who often made big promises and who had promised Mr. John Wortley the West Riding when he was sure to lose it – Lord P- made no difficulty about £400 or £500 or more – and I may say that – Lord S. de R- gave me 2 letters for St. Petersburg – one of Lord [Clanicard] and the other for Mr. Bayley a banker there – on Lord S-‘s going away, tore up what I had written to Mr. Adam and wrote another note as follows – ’26 Dover street – Friday 28 June 1839

SH:7/ML/E/23/0071

Sir I am quite assured your information was altogether incorrect, and I am perfectly satisfied on the score of suitableness in every respect – you may safely contradict the reports you heard which might perhaps attaché to one of his brothers, but not at all to himself whose character stands high – Perhaps you are not aware that his coming forward was already been mentioned to him 2 or 3 years ago, and perhaps you will guess that it may be a H-x legal channel thro’ which the mention probably passed – five or six hundreds or even more if requisite will be forthcoming – the only thing necessary to be known, is, how far he is compromised for another place – I will send off my letter to Mr. Parker tomorrow – I am sir etc. etc. A. Lister’ enclosed this note and A-‘s letter in Lord Stuarts’ frank – left it with Gross to be put into the letter box franked to ‘Thomas Adam Esquire solicitor Halifax’ (Lord S- gave me a frank for tomorrow to ‘Robert Parker Esquire solicitor H-x’) and I hurried to put up my things and A- and I drove out (the carriage had waited since 4pm) at 5 ¾ to 11 Vere street for pelerines – came away without buying as also from Mrs. Gross’s recommendation of a shop (a much worse one, and dearer?) Banfields in Holles street Cavendish square – then to Careys’ 18 Strand and left A-‘s loupe (botanical magnifying lenses) to have AW. instead of W.L. engraved – then to Pearces’s’ about the carriage and home at 7 ¼ - dinner at 7 20/.. – Passport returned from Lord Stuarts’ with torn up note within the envelope (sent I suppose by Louis) Monsieur de Kesseleffs compliments to Lord S- and begged to have the names of my servants – enclosed the passport giving the 2 names ‘Christian Gross and Catherine Elizabeth sa femme les deux domestiques de Madame Anne Lister’ written on a ¼ sheet of paper, and sent Gross with the packet – M. de K. not at home – Gross to go again at 10 am tomorrow – then sat a while [?] over our wine – then wrote as follows to ‘Miss Lloyd 56 Brook street’ (and sent George with the note at 9 ¼) ‘Mrs. Lister wishes Miss Lloyd to come to her at 9 tomorrow morning – 29 Albemarle street Friday evening’ – then till 9 55/.. wrote all but the 1st 20 lines of today – sat a little while talking to A- then till 11 wrote 2 ½ pp. to M- A- went to bed at or before 11 – I had my hair done, and then from 11 ½ to 4 in the morning of today sat up

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spideyxchelle · 4 years

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Marisa Tomei always congratulating Z on her achievements increases my fervent desires to get some Aunt May/MJ interaction on SM3. We almost got that bus scene in Hoco, and it would make sense for Peter's loved ones to work together to prove his innocence while he's on the run

I need May and MJ working together more than you know. first of all, Marisa Tomei and Zendaya deserve the screen time. icon shit. but also because, narratively, if Peter is going to be on the run, it also would make the most compelling story.

#anon #asks #michelle jones #aunt may #may parker #in this house we love and respect may parker

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euphoric-melancholyy · 5 years

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Irondad Fic Rec

Mondays suck but this fic brings me a lot of joy and is really well written so hopefully it'll make your Monday better.

For Good by @Madelinedear

Summary: "Sorry, May, we can't all be best friends with a celebrity.”

May opens her mouth to retort reflexively, the words 'we aren’t even friends' on the tip of her tongue before she closes her mouth. Because they are friends, now. They’re way past that point.

Oh my god, she thinks somewhat hysterically. Tony Stark is my best friend.

(or; Tony Stark, May Parker, and the road to something like friendship)

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This fic is everything I've ever wanted and more. Y'all are out here killing off May left and right, making her evil or whatever but WHY when you can have this wonderful fic. May and Tony platonic co-parents and best friends. I cannot get over how much I love this fic. It's AMAZING. I think about it a lot and I'm accepting it as my canon. I love it with my whole being and it just brings me immense joy.

We need more fics like this. The writing style is amazing and the author gives May so much more depth. @Madelinedear has crafted this beautiful world in 8k words and I never wanted this fic to end. It's actually perfect. P E R F E C T. It's one of the best fics in this fandom.

(If @Madelinedear has a Tumblr, let me know and/or tag them!)

#irondad fic rec #iron dad and spider son #tony & peter #peter parker #tony stark #may parker #alex recs irondad #irondad fic #spiderson #spiderson fic #spiderson fic rec #irondad and spiderson #alex recs fics #alex recs fanfic #i am obsessed with this fic #it is easily an all time fav #in this house we love and respect May Parker

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drempen · 3 years

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Clean ur room!!

#spiderman #peter parker #may parker #my art #comics #comicart #marvel #samich #in this house we love and respect aunt may

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jullard · 4 years

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I am a slut for IronDad SpiderSon, but the ones where Tony LEGALLY adopts Peter while May is still alive and she’s just for some reason okay with it

I just-

#marvel #mcu #peter parker #tony stark #may parker #in this house #we love and respect Aunt May

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blakegallo · 5 years

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aunt may + peter parker | spider-man: far from home

#dailymarvel #peterparkeredit #spidermanedit #fyeahmarvel #spider-man: far from home #far from home #spiderman #peter parker #aunt may #tom holland #marisa tomei #myedits #// IN THIS HOUSE WE LOVE AND RESPECT AUNT MAY #LOOK AT HER OUT HERE KILLING IT #we also don't recognize her flirting with happy #bc that's shit #tw: flashing gif #technically

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homosexuality-at-its-finest · 3 years

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To love a hero

A/n: So I'm really sad right now and I'm gonna project that onto my writings, sorry in advance

Plot: Loving a hero is a difficult and heart wrenching task

Pairing: Peter parker x male reader

Y/n: Your name

L/n: Last name

N/n: Nickname

H/c: Hair color

Warnings: lotta angst, happy ending because I’m not a monster, cussing, major character injury

Word count: 1774

Y/n L/n and Peter Parker went way back, even farther than Peter and Ned. The two had been friends since Pre-K, and only grew closer as the years went by. The two were almost interpretable, if one of the boys was seen, the other was close by.

No one really understood their friendship, but no one questioned it either. In high school the two boys became impossibly closer, Y/n was the first to know about Peter’s abilities, the brunette couldn’t keep something so big from his best friend. Y/n was there and helped make his first suit, the boy was there to soothe his aching bones and to nurse his blossoming bruises.

The pair shared an unbreakable bond, they were what love stories depicted. The love between them was seen by everyone but the two. Of course, Peter knew he was in love with Y/n and vice versa, but for two genius’ they were both dumbasses. Hell, even Tony stark noticed the young love blossoming, the billionaire could see how much the pair adored each other.

On multiple occasions he’d tried to coerce the young superhero into admitting his feelings but was always given the same response.

“Y/n doesn’t like me like that Mr. Stark, I’m not ruining our friendship over my feelings.” Simple and to the point, but it drove Tony insane that the young genius was so fucking blind. He opted against bringing it up again after seeing such clear pain in Peter’s eyes every time they talked about it, being a bystander as time passed by.

Maybe Peter couldn’t see how enamored Y/n was with him, but Tony could. Especially as he clutched the said boy against his chest as he let out guttural and heart wrenching sobs.

It had all started off as a normal Saturday, Peter was over at Y/n’s the two sitting on the couch and watching some unknown movie, it was purely background noise. The two boys were to focused on each other and their conversation to care about the movie. The domestic peace was ruined by Peter’s phone chiming, a familiar sound that always caused dread to run down Y/n’s spine.

It was the sound of Peter’s police scanner, hearing the radio chatter begin. “Unknown entity in central park, currently creating a perimeter and pushing back civilians, backup requested.” The look of determination crossed over Peter’s features, and if Y/n knew Peter would listen, he’d beg for him to let the avengers take care of it.

“That’s my cue, I’ll see you later N/n!” Peter did a mock salute to his best friend, easily escaping the home via window. For some unknown reason Y/n felt on edge, his gut tightening painfully. He immediately flicked on the news, only having to wait a few moments before the familiar figure of spiderman flung into frame.

The fight was nerve wrecking, watching as the Villain and superhero alike exchanged punches and kicks, and Y/n knew Peter was probably making stupid quips to keep his anxiety under control. The H/c haired boy gnawed on his bottom lip as he watched the fight escalate, getting more violent by the second.

The villain had hit Peter with all their might, and Y/n could only watch as the boy he loved more than anything was flung against a building before he crumpled to the ground. It was as the world stood still, stealing all the breath from Y/n’s lungs as the figure of spiderman didn’t budge, he didn’t get up. Peter promised he’d always get back up.

He felt like his heart had been ripped out of his chest and stomped on, air was to thick to breathe and he could feel the moisture running down his face and the devastated cry that left his lips went unheard. The boy couldn’t really remember when Happy arrived at his house, a grim expression on his face as he looked at the disheveled teenager.

Y/n couldn’t remember the drive to the compound, it was as if his brain had just shut down, leaving him devoid of any life. Maybe that’s what Peter was like right now, devoid of life. His constant chatter silenced, his jittery movements stilled, his beautiful face pulled into the blank look of death.

The teenage boy could remember that Happy had to pull over so Y/n could vomit on the side of the road, silent sobs clenching his lungs in their vice. Never in all of his short life had he felt so much pain, never had he begged for the sweet release of darkness as he did now.

The H/c haired boy begged any god that would listen for this to be a nightmare, that he’d wake up and he and Peter would still be on the couch. The brunette would tease him for falling asleep, but he’d take anything to make this pain go away.

When he finally got to the compound and saw Tony waiting, the same grim look on his face as happy, it felt like every last shred of his strength and control was gone. Y/n collapsed into Tony’s arms, breaking into pieces. He only processed a few words “surgery” “critical” and “I’m so sorry.” Everything blended together as the billionaire led him to the medical wing, holding onto the breaking teenager, as if his touch would mend him.

Hours felt like eternity, it was hellish. The sobs that once left the teenager were turned into deafening silence, the occasional sniffle leaving the boy, comforting Tony that the child was in fact still alive.

May had shown up at some point, Y/n couldn’t honestly remember when, or honestly care. Not when he felt like part of himself was missing, leaving a gaping hole where Peter once was.

Good news came in the form of a doctor informing them, at hour 4 of waiting, that Peter had survived the surgery and was now stable. If it wasn’t for his healing factor, the teenager would’ve been dead. He was under sedatives currently, so his body could work solely on healing.

It felt like a weight off of everyone’s chest, he was okay, alive and breathing. The 3 walked in silence to Peter’s room, May and Y/n taking their respective sides on Peter, as Tony sat at the foot of the bed.

Hours were spent in silence, May haven fallen asleep not to long after receiving the news that Peter was okay. Tony and Y/n stayed awake, both lost in their own thoughts. The teenager held Peter’s hand, thumb brushing over his knuckles silently. His eyes rarely left the still form, scared that if he looked away the boy would disappear from his grasp.

“Yknow what sucks about loving a hero?” Y/n’s broken voice cut through the silence, starling Tony from his thoughts. He didn’t reply, his gaze falling on the teenager. Y/n looked over at Tony and fuck that look should never be on a child. He looked so broken, so tired.

“I know he’s going to die long before me, and I’ll be stuck in this fucked up world without him.” A humorless laugh broke through the boys’ lips, it sounded watery and oh so broken. “I’m not ready to live without him Tony.” A quiet sob left his lips, his free hand going to stifle it.

“I love him so much, and it scares me so fucking bad.” Y/n’s eyes moved back over to Peter, shakily bringing the sleeping boy’s hand up to kiss his knuckles. Tony felt his chest tighten painfully; this was really a reminder that they were just kids who grew up way to fast.

“He’s not going to die Y/n, not if I have anything to say about it.” Tony replied in a surprisingly gentle but determined tone. He’d be damned if he let this pair get separated, Peter and Y/n deserved to be together. To grow up together and create a life.

The room fell into silence after that, neither of them wanting to broach the topic again. In the early hours of the morning Peter’s doe like eyes opened once more. Every inch of his body ached with an indescribable pain, and he had to hold back a grimace. He was surprised to see the 3 most important people in his life strewn about the room, two fast asleep. Y/n was still awake though, clasping Peter’s hand like a lifeline has his tired eyes burned into the sheets.

Peter gave his best friends hand a gentle squeeze, but it was enough for the boy’s head to shoot up so fast Peter was scared he’d get whiplash. “Peter! Oh, thank God.” The H/c haired boy breathed out, and even through his eyes were red and puffy from tears and purple bags so dark they looked like bruises bloomed under his eyes, he was still the most gorgeous creature Peter had ever seen.

Peter gave a weak smile, squeezing his hand once more. “How long have I been out?” He questioned; head tipped to the side like a curious puppy. “About 12 hours.” Y/n replied, voice cracking slightly.

The gentle aura Y/n held around him quickly disappeared into one of anger. “If you ever do that to me again Peter I swear to God, I’ll kill you myself.” Y/n spit out angrily, but the anger was gone as fast as it had appeared.

“I thought you died, and that was the most painful thing I have ever experienced. I love you, and I’d rather you be with the land of the living.” The confession was made by a boy to tired to process he had said it.

Peter felt a wave of guilt crash over him at the boy’s confession. He knew now wasn’t the time to talk on the subject. “I’m okay N/n and trust me I won’t be doing that again any time soon. Why don’t we sleep and talk again in the morning?”

Peter was exhausted, and he knew his best friend was too, they could talk about this at a later date. As Y/n made a sound of agreement, laying his head against the mattress, Peter knew that everything would be okay. It didn’t matter what horrors he faced, or what pain he went through. He had made a promise to Y/n. He’d get up every time, and he’d be damned if he ever made the Boy he loved go through that pain again.

#marvel #avengers #Peter parker #marvel x reader #marvel x male reader #marvel x you #avengers x reader #avengers x you #avengers x male reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker x male reader #LISTEN IM DEPRESSED

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alisonwritesimagines · 2 years

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Study Dates ~TASM!Peter Parker x Reader~

Summary: You need help with chemistry and your lab partner, Peter Parker, offers to tutor you.

Author’s Note: I'm writing imagines based off of what you guys wanna read. If you wanna see more certain characters, feel free to take this poll for me so I know what you guys wanna read more about.

Link: https://forms.gle/whTG6XZt6szD8UQM8

Reader’s Pronouns: She/Her

Warnings: None

Please do not post this anywhere!!!

Side Note: This is a secondary blog. If you comment a question down below, I will not answer since this is not a main blog. Please send the question to my inbox if you want a response back!

Science was hard if you weren't a genius or had started to love it from a young age. It was slightly complicated for most people, including you. Chemistry was a requirement for your college major and you were blessed to have Peter Parker as your lab partner.

"Are you ready for the midterm coming up?" Peter asked you as he came in with a doughnut bag for you.

"No. I failed the last test and now I'm at a C in the class," you pouted.

"Don't worry. You're gonna do great," Peter said.

"Yeah but you're super smart in chemistry. That's not fair," you tell Peter.

"If you'd like, I can help you study?" Peter offered.

"Oh my gosh, will you?"

"Yeah. I can come over to your place and we can study. Or you can come over to my place to study," Peter offered.

"We can go over to your place. My parents and siblings are really loud," you tell him.

"Okay. I'll give you my address," Peter told you.

Ever since he met you, Peter had been slowly falling for you as time went on. You two had been great partners during the lab and had become great friends. You both had lunch together, hung out outside of school, and have gotten jobs at the Daly Bugle together.

"Since when did you start cleaning the house?" Aunt May asked Peter as she noticed him tidying up the place.

"No reason," Peter lied.

"Oh please. The last time you did this, Gwen came over. Do you have a girl coming over?" Aunt May asked Peter.

"Maybe."

"Who is she?" Aunt May asked happily. She was thrilled to hear that her nephew (practically her son) was moving on.

"Just a friend from my chemistry class."

"A friend?"

"Yeah."

"I see."

You felt nervous about going over to Peter's place to study. You had liked Peter ever since you were assigned to be lab partners. Who couldn't like him? He was nice, respectful, and very good-looking.

"So you're finally going on a date with Peter?" Your best friend asked.

"It's not a date," you tell her.

"It's a study date. Come on, you've been crushing on this dude ever since you met him," your friend called you out.

"Is it that obvious?" You asked.

"Yes! You both even work at the Daily Bugle together."

"That means nothing."

"Weren't you the one who said to him, oh let's do it together! It'll be fun," your friend said, mocking you in a friendly way.

"Well, even though I like him, I don't think he likes me back," you tell her.

"Yeah right. Well, let me know how it goes later," your friend tells you.

"Will do!"

After finding Peter's house, you approached the front door and rang the doorbell. You waited patiently until his aunt opened the door.

"You must be Y/n," she greeted with a smile.

"Hi. You must be Peter's aunt. It's nice to meet you," you smiled as you offered a handshake. Peter's aunt shook your hand before letting you in.

"Peter! Y/n, is here!" Aunt May called out.

"You have a lovely home," you tell her.

"Thank you."

Peter rushed downstairs to see you talking to his aunt.

"Hey, Y/n," Peter greeted.

"Hi, Peter. You ready?" You asked.

"Yeah. We can study up in my room," Peter tells you.

"Okay. It was nice meeting you, May," you tell her.

"Have fun studying," she said to you as you walked upstairs.

"Oh, and Peter?" Aunt May stopped him for a moment.

"Yes?"

"Keep the door open," she warned.

"Of course," Peter nodded before following you back upstairs.

The two of you lost track of time as you both studied. Your eyes felt like it was burning from the amount of staring you did from looking at your textbook, your notes, and your laptop.

"Want to watch a movie? Take a bit of a break?" Peter asked.

"What movie?"

"Harry Potter?"

"Okay," you smiled. You both sat on his bed as he played the movie on his laptop.

"By the way, thank you," you tell Peter.

"For what?"

"For helping me study. I couldn't have done it without you," you tell him.

"Well isn't that what friends do?" Peter asked.

"Yeah. But still. You're smarter than I am so I owe it to you," you tell Peter.

"You're smart too."

"Not as smart as you," you tell him. You both looked at each other before leaning towards each other for a kiss.

"Y/n, would you like to stay for dinner?" Aunt May asked as she knocked on the door. You and Peter quickly pulled away before you looked over at her.

"I'd love to stay for dinner," you smile.

"Perfect. Dinner will be almost done soon," Aunt May said before walking back downstairs.

You looked back at Peter who had a red face. You smiled at him before kissing his cheek. You leaned your head on his shoulder before looking back at the screen. Peter looked over at you with a smile before leaning his head on your head.

"Hey, Y/n?"

"Yes?"

"Would you like to go on a date sometime?"

"Yeah. I'd like that," you smile.

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theshackwnilak · 2 years

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First of all, I have to give credit where it’s due. The CRYPTIC CRITIC on Blogspot.com published a review of this graphic novel back in 2010.

Link to his review

I had never heard of this masterpiece until having read his review. When I became aware of its being nearly 60 PAGES LONG, I immediately scoured the internet to find a digital copy. Man, what an incredible experience it was!!!

SUMMARY:

It’s not entirely clear at what point this issue takes place in the timeline of the Amazing Spider-Man. However, judging by Mary Jane’s haircut, it’s probably safe to assume that it’s somewhere around Amazing #64 (roughly 25 issues since the Goblin’s last appearance).

Tensions are on the rise from the very first splash page of the issue. Norman Osborn has invited Peter and Harry to his “Executive Club,” in which Capt. George Stacy is conducting an in-depth presentation on various arch-enemies of Spider-Man. When the Green Goblin’s segment is underway, Norman appears increasingly unstable. Peter’s awareness of this instability only intensifies with time. Eventually, Norman collapses, and is transported to a hospital.

Much of the early portion of this comic is spent providing exposition. The reader is taken through brief flashbacks of the events of Amazing #39 and #40 in which the Goblin discovered Peter’s true identity. Once the exposition is through, the drama of this tale kicks off.

From Norman’s hospital bed, the tortured businessman finally pinpoints the source of his distress: he is the Goblin. The transformation is complete. With the awareness of his villainous alter-ego, Osborn ventures to exit the hospital and retreat to one of his many hidden Goblin lairs. Donning the costume, he sets out to put an end to Spider-Man once and for all. However, there’s a slight twist in this plan as we later discover.

The next segment of this issue reminded me of why I love Peter Parker so. Having been told about Norman’s mysterious departure from the hospital, Peter’s mind races. His greatest fear isn’t of the Goblin showing up and killing him. Rather, what he fears most is the Goblin revealing his true identity to Aunt May (thus, causing her grave emotional distress). I love it.

Frantic, Peter throws on his costume and combs through the city. He neglects to find the Goblin, so in slight relief, he returns home. The following evening, he gets a phone call from Harry Osborn, who claims Norman returned home and is throwing a party celebrating his returned wellness that night. Peter is invited.

Thus, the central drama of this issue sets off. Peter attends the Osborns’ party, anticipating the ulterior motives of Norman (the Goblin).

To my understanding, this portion of the story was loosely adapted into Spider-Man (2002). Peter, Gwen, MJ, Harry and Norman all share dinner over the Osborns’ table, and Norman is playfully attempting to get Peter’s secret identity out in the open. I LOVED this part of the story. It’s so intense, and it highlights one of Peter Parker’s greatest dilemmas: being a super hero whose identity is hidden in order to protect his loved ones.

After dinner, Peter comes up with a brilliant plan to divert the attention of the partygoers (and Norman). He makes a web-ball, and tosses it into the fireplace. As the smoke fills the living room, Peter’s friends quickly evade the house. Meanwhile, Norman tears through the room in search of his nemesis.

I love the duality of this portion of the tale. Both Peter and Norman don their respective costumes as they prepare for the impending conflict. Finally, after nearly 40 pages, we’re getting to the action!!! And boy, does it deliver.

John Romita Sr. and Jim Mooney are in their elements with this masterpiece. Every page is filled with large action-filled panels, vibrant colors and captivating imagery. They leave nothing to be desired, and right when you think it can’t get any better, it does.

The Goblin reveals a brand new weapon, a smoking pumpkin bomb. Is it an explosive? Well, yes and no. Spidey braces for the bomb to go off, but instead, a mysterious gas is emitted. It isn’t long before our hero discovers it to be a hallucinogenic.

The following page reveals an extraordinary splash page of Spider-Man struggling against the hallucinations of this gas. It’s such an amazing moment, and extremely unexpected. Initially, he sees the Goblin in a trippy LSD-esque caricature. The apparitions transition into various creatures, then the people closest to the hero, and eventually some of Spidey’s most notorious enemies (The Kingpin, Rhino, Doc Ock, etc.) Again, this comic is amazing!!!

The turning point of the conflict occurs at this point. Again, this epic story points out some of the greatest qualities of Spider-Man as a character. Instead of cowering in defeat over these drug-induced specters, our hero turns to his intellect. How can Spidey outsmart the Goblin with his own medicine (quite literally)?

Spider-Man returns to hand-to-hand combat with the Goblin, and eventually succeeds in taking him down and removing his mask. He then begins to execute his ingenious plan. Snatching another of the Goblin’s hallucinogenic bombs, Spidey traps the Goblin in a psychedelic nightmare of his own making. During the episode, our hero masterfully manages to convince Norman of the Goblin’s insanity, and conditions Osborn to fear the Goblin and Spider-Man. The plan works!

The issue ends much like many of the other Goblin stories do. Norman forgets everything, Peter brings him to the hospital, and everything seemingly goes back to normal. I love how the last panel of the comic shows Peter taking MJ and Gwen out. The most reluctant ladies’ man in history!

THOUGHTS:

Man, this comic is so well-written!! Seriously, there were so many points in which I verbally said, “Wow, that’s amazing!!!” Stan Lee just understood Peter Parker on such a deep level, and it really shows here.

Most of my other thoughts are all throughout my summary of this gem. John Romita Sr. is on his A-Game. Jim Mooney brings such vibrancy and life. Lee isn’t pulling his punches. It’s just a great testament to Marvel comics, and the overarching silver age of comics in general. What a moment!

If you haven’t read this issue before, it’s available on Kindle through Amazon for like $2 (yes, literally 2 dollars). It’s definitely worth the read. One of these days, I’m going to get a physical copy.

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spideyxchelle · 4 years

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Just a random question: but what are your thoughts on Aunt May/Happy?

it amuses me. but mostly, I stan May Parker. and if she wants to have a summer fling with Happy???? good for her.

#anon #asks #in this house we love and respect may parker

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euphoric-melancholyy · 5 years

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The Secrets We Keep

I’m on a personal vendetta against “May’s abusive boyfriend” trope so I thought it would be fun to give May a really awesome, loving boyfriend who’s just a little confused as to why she lets her teenage son stay out til 1 every night and sleep somewhere else every weekend. Also, he’s friends with Tony Stark? Chris - May’s new boyfriend - feels like he’s missing something here.

I’m posting this instead of a fic rec today

Also on Ao3 and Fanfiction.net

May Parker hadn’t planned on stepping back into the dating scene, but then again she hadn’t planned on most of the important life events that seemed to shape her. His name was Chris. He was handsome, tan with dark hair and scruff that couldn’t quite be called a beard yet, and hooded green eyes that all the hospital patients commented on. Chris worked alongside her at Queens Memorial, exchanging quips about 90s pop culture and recipes to actually cook for Peter. He cared for his patients with a rare sensitivity to their needs, always trying to brighten their day and learn a little bit about what makes them happy. Like her, he was a widower, having lost his wife eight years prior to cancer. And she hadn’t planned on him crashing her little bubble, being a balm for the isolation of raising a super-powered kid who seemed to attract danger like a magnet. Not that she could tell Chris that.

But even so, he soothed her worries when Peter was out on patrol and being with him felt like relearning how to breathe. It felt euphoric, and scary and soothing and exciting all at once. She wasn’t sure when she had last smiled as much as she did when Chris entered the picture. It didn’t go unnoticed by Peter either, her newfound giddiness after long days at work now more commonplace than exhaustion.

After three dates, she tells her nephew, nervously twirling spaghetti around her fork as she awaits his reaction.

His eyes brighten as she speaks and he puts down his fork, eagerly leaning forward as she tells him about the Italian dinner he made for them on their last date. “That’s great, May! As long as you’re happy, I’m happy. I know Ben would feel the same way, by the way."

Peter’s lips are pressed together in a soft smile and she’s not sure why she’d been so worried to tell him. Pride overwhelms her in that moment, of who he is and his kindness, his inability to let the little guy suffer when he knows he can help. She might not love that he’s risking his life as Spider-Man, but she can still be proud of him for it. It coils in her chest with the near constant ebb of fear, but it’s warm and inviting and she’s not sure how she got to raise the best kid in the universe.

"He’d be so proud of you, Pete.” She beams at him before eating a forkful of spaghetti. “Spider-kid.”

“It’s Spider-Man, May.” He protests. “You sound like Mr. Stark when you make those nicknames.”

“Oh, we can’t have me sounding like him, now can we?”

“You already tag team me like divorced parents who stay friends, so I don’t see why not.”

“It’s called co-parenting,” she responds and Peter rolls his eyes.

“So when can I meet this Chris?” Peter asks and she doesn’t even try to stifle her smile at his eagerness. She might not be able to help him with homework or any of his Spider-Man activities, but this - this she can handle.

-/-/-

They set ground rules. The first and most important rule is that Chris can’t know Peter’s Spider-Man, at least not for awhile. It means Peter can’t leave his suit lying around or continue crawling on the ceiling out of boredom or stress or whatever reason he decides it’s a better place to pace than the floor.

They also agree not to tell Chris that he spends half his week with the Tony Stark.

(“People at school already tease me about it being fake and I don’t care, but…it isn’t normal for a random teenager to just hang out with Mr. Stark. And what if he connects Spider-Man? Then that puts him in danger too and I just, I- I don’t want him to know yet May.”)

This is a secret May still thinks she can handle — at least, for a time. If asked, she says that Peter has an internship with Happy Hogan.

And, in some weird twist of fate he never wants to experience again, Peter finds himself giving the talk. He’s beat red the whole time, cheeks flushed as he stammers through his explanation.

(“May, I-I have enhanced senses and um, I can hear your heartbeat. And I can hear a - hear a conversation happening two blocks over right now. So like, if - if he’s gonna spend the night, or something, please for the love of my innocence, let me be at the Compound. Or- or just tell me. I need a heads-up.”

“If your hearing is actually that good, I’m sure you’ve heard worse.”

“Yeah, but not from you and I never want to.”)

-/-/-

The second rule is broken three weeks after Peter meets Chris. Though they get along famously, Peter usually isn’t around when Chris is at the apartment. It isn’t planned, he’s just busy and overcommitted. At this point, it’s only his third time being in the older man’s presence.

They’re all at the table together, eating lasagna that Chris had made when Tony knocks on the door and May answers.

“Ah, Ms. Parker, lovely to see you as always. Mind if I borrow Peter for a few days? It’s for,” he glances at Chris and gives a signature fake smile and nod, “Internship stuff.”

“Uh, Mr. Stark, what are you - what are you doing here?” Peter asks, his voice getting higher the more he talks. “I thought Happy was coming, not that it isn’t great to see you. It is I just - I-”

“Happy’s in the car, kid.” Tony says, smiling to himself at Peter’s nervous rambling.

May sighs and side steps, inviting him in while Peter gets a bag together. “If anything happens to my kid Stark, I will personally come and kill you. FRIDAY will let me in and you won’t even see it coming.” She keeps her face stern for a moment, then breaks into a wide grin. “Chris, meet Tony Stark. Tony meet Chris."

Chris is unsurprisingly starstruck and confused, stumbling over his words in a way that May finds to be the most adorable thing she’s ever seen. "Hi, uh, hi. You’re I-You’re here? And you’re Iron Man. And Peter?” he stops mid-ramble and extends his hand. Tony takes it. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Stark.”

“Likewise. Peter’s told me a lot about you. Speaking of, kid, hurry up. I don’t have all day."

Peter runs back into the common area, backpack in tow and wearing his suit, sans mask, under his clothes. The red spandex peaks out at his wrists. Tony cocks an eyebrow at his protege.

"What?” the teen asks.

“Nothing. Let’s go."

Peter kisses May on the cheek, promising to be safe and update her three times a day, before following his mentor out the door.

-/-/-

The next night, they’re curled up on the couch together with May’s head on Chris’s chest and legs intertwined. The news plays softly in the background but May isn’t really paying attention.

"So when were you gonna tell me that you’re BFFs with a billionaire? With Iron Man himself?” Chris asks, running his fingers through her hair. There isn’t anything accusatory in his tone and May cuddles closer to him.

“We’re not BFFs. He mentors Peter sometimes with… science stuff. It all goes over my head. Peter asked me not to mention it. He doesn’t like drawing attention to himself."

"And Iron Man just whisked Peter off to. . ?” he lets his question trail off.

“Some nerdy science conference in Italy.”

“Damn, that’s-” he pauses, looking at the TV and pointing. On the screen, there’s a breaking news alert about The Avengers fighting another alien army, because apparently normal villains went out of style in 2012. “Wait, that Italy?"

She sees Peter, Spider-Man, next to The Hulk, Iron Man flying above as they fight off their oppressors. Everyone’s there - Cap and Widow and Iron Patriot and Hawkeye, but they are pulled away to another part of the fight. They’ve been fighting for at least half an hour when she watches as Spider-Man is thrown into a building. The bricks break with the impact and it begins to cave and she swears she stops breathing for a moment. It’s another five minutes before she sees him again, red and blue swinging around and webbing up the aliens. Iron Man fires his repulsors at the last big baddie and Hulk smashes their foe’s head half a dozen times.

"Don’t worry. I’m sure Peter’s fine,” Chris offers, his voice low and serious. “He’s at a conference, not fighting these monsters."

"Yeah.” It’s barely above a whisper and she takes out her phone when she gets a message from Peter.

Don’t worry. I’m okay. It’s gonna take more than that to take me out. Tony is going all “dad mode” on me. It’s embarrassing.

May looks up to the TV to see Iron Man cradling an injured Spidey and flying them to their jet. She smiles and types out a response.

I can see that. You did great, Pete. Take an ice bath or something, that looked like it hurt. Love you.

“He’s fine,” she says, grabbing the remote and turning off the TV.

“Told you,” Chris quips, leaning in to kiss her. It’s soft and it calms her nerves in a way she can’t explain. “So, you know Iron Man, but who’s your favorite Avenger?”

“I’m partial to Spider-Man. He is Queens’ local vigilante after-all."

"May Parker, a Spider-Man fan,” he teases. She throws a pillow at him.

-/-/-

“Shouldn’t Peter be home by now?” Chris asks one night. May glances at the time on her phone. It reads 12:33 a.m.

“He has until 1 a.m.”

“Isn’t that kinda late? I mean he’s only sixteen - he could get seriously hurt out there. Or partying and drinking his weight in-”

“He’s fine, Chris. Peter’s a good kid. I trust him.” She looks towards his bedroom door. It’s shut so he can just silently swing in. The crime has been quieter lately - thank god. No alien attacks or evil mutant who has it out for her kid. “His curfew goes back to 11:30 once school starts up."

Chris looks skeptical, but he’s not about to tell her how to raise her nephew. "Whatever you say.”

-/-/-

Peter’s body aches, muscles throbbing with the all-enveloping pain of post battle. Blood trickles down from around his left eye, which is now swollen shut. He cries, a short high pitched wince as he comes back into consciousness, his body pressing against a pile of rubble.

A sharp pain erupts at his most definitely broken ribs and he bites down another cry. He could hear someone calling his name in the distance, their voice muffled as if they were screaming underwater.

“Peter! Spider-Man!"

Peter groans, opening his eye as he tries to recall where he is but there’s a glint of red and gold blocking his sight.

"T'ny?”

“Yeah, bud. You blacked out there for a few minutes and I thought I’d come get you.”

“I’m o-” His word is caught on a hiss of pain as Tony lifts him into his arms and Peter curls into himself. “Shit.”

“Maybe don’t become a ragdoll for steampunk Ursula next time, okay?”

“Wha?”

“Otto Octavious - madman with mechanical arms. I’ll explain it to you when you’re more coherent. Pretty sure you have a concussion.”

Peter wakes later in the dim light of the medbay. Mr. Stark sits in a recliner next to him, checking and promptly ignoring his emails. Peter’s head throbs, his left eye still swollen shut, his body aching, but it’s duller than before, the pull of drugs making his mind fuzzy. He’s been stripped of his suit and looks down to find he’s wearing an old MIT hoodie of Tony’s and…his Hello Kitty pajama pants, great.

“Four broken ribs, a concussion, a skull fracture, and of course there’s that eye - I’ll get you an eye patch and you can cosplay as Nick Fury.” Tony remarks, looking to the kid.

“Better that than these pajamas. Really, Mr. Stark?”

“Punishment for scaring the shit out of me,” he says with a smirk, but the rest of his face betrays his cool demeanor. There’s worry lines etched into his expression that furrow his brow and dark bags under his eyes. His hair is disheveled and Peter has the urge to reach out and fix it, but decides that would be weird. It’s strange to see his mentor like this, so unguarded and worried, and not TV ready. Tony isn’t even trying to hide it, which seems to be the worst part for Peter. He hates that he caused this.

“I’m sorry. Thanks, for - for saving me.” Peter says with a sheepish smile.

“Don’t mention it,” Tony says, reaching a hand out to ruffle his hair. Peter leans into the touch. “Actually do. Please mention it to your lovely Aunt. She gets off at two tonight so I’m gonna drive you back. Don’t worry, I’m sending some Captain America level narcotics with you for all that,” his hand makes a circle in the air, gesturing to Peter’s everything.

Peter gets home at 1:45, the hood of Tony’s sweatshirt pulled over his head in a sad attempt to hide his eye and some dry blood caked into his hairline. The smell of homemade pizza overwhelms his senses before he even walks in the apartment. It’s odd, May rarely cooks especially in the middle of the night.

“Hey hon,” Chris calls as Peter walks through the door. He’s standing in the kitchen, looking in the oven. “I thought I’d make you some dinner befo- oh my god Peter!”

Peter freezes, trying to stifle the panic that’s bubbling in his chest. Chris is already by his side less than a second later, hesitantly pushing the hood off Peter’s head and examining his eye with a concerned what the hell happened?

“Uhh…I was jumped? Yeah. Jumped. I was jumped.”

Chris considers him for a minute, soft gaze searching Peter’s in a way that makes him uncomfortable, like he’s learning something new. “C’mere,” Chris’s says, voice low and laced with so much concern that Peter doesn’t even protest as he follows him to the couch.

“I already went to the doctor. Mr. Stark took me. Really Chris, it’s okay. I’m fine.”

“Even if you already went, I’m worried and I’m a doctor, and I’d feel a lot better if you let me look. Please, Peter.”

The way he says Peter, it’s not unlike how Tony says his name sometimes, like a whispered prayer for him to be okay, and it breaks his resolve. Slowly, Peter lifts the hoodie over his head and tosses it to the floor. Chris gasps and it’s full of surprise and fear and all the emotions Peter wanted to avoid for at least a week, and Peter chances a look down. His torso is littered in bruises of varying shades and there’s a cut along his stomach. He can feel the medicine Dr. Cho gave him wearing off and it hurts.

“Pete,” the older man whispers, hands held in suspension above Peter’s ribs, like he wants to touch them but he’s terrified of causing anymore pain. “Your ribs…You-”

“They’ll be fine in a few days. I have a concussion too, so can I just,” Peter sighs, resting his head against the back of the couch. It’s soft and comforting and he’s just so ready for this day to be over. “Go to bed, please?”

The door opens in that moment and May walks in. She’s wearing blue scrubs and her hair is tied in a loose ponytail. Immediately she locks eyes with Peter, and her face crumbles as she rushes over. “Peter, baby! I- Tony said you were in a fight, but this…”

“I’m fine, May. Really. It really wasn’t a big deal. It’s not even worth worrying over.”

May shoos Chris to the side and sits down in between them. Her eyes run over Peter in a professional way, ending on his swollen eye. One of her hands goes to cup his cheek, “Okay, first off you cannot possibly say it’s not a big deal when you look like this. What did Dr. Cho say?” Her thumb brushes over his temple and a scowl replaces her worried look. As if wanting to prove her point, a gut-clenching pain shoots through him and he pulls his knees to his chest, sucking in air when his ribs protest painfully.

“A couple of broken ribs, skull fracture…” Peter whispers, wishing his metabolism didn’t work its way through all the painkillers in five minutes.

“And a concussion,” Chris reminds, his hand resting on May’s knee.

They look like a team, Peter thinks, and May’s presence had calmed Chris’s erratic heartbeat the moment she came home. The idea elicits pangs of guilt on top of everything - guilt at the lies he and May have concocted to keep his identity of Spider-Man safe. He wonders how hard it’s been on May and Chris’s relationship, how many white lies she’s had to tell, but he pushes the thought down and focuses on the throbbing in his head instead. At least that can be dealt with, he thinks, and asks May to get his medicine from his backpack. She hands it to him with a sad gleam in her eyes. It makes him want to crawl under the nearest blanket and hide from their sympathetic glances.

“Really May, it’s nothing I can’t handle. Just everyday stuff,” Peter tries to reassure her.

“Peter, you were jumped,” Chris says, his tone serious. “That’s not an everyday thing, or at least I hope not. It’s a big deal and it’s scary. Your ribs are broken for god’s sake. Your eye is swollen shut. I just-” Chris pauses, looking down at the cut along Peter’s ribs. May’s brows furrow in confusion at the mention of Peter being jumped, but she quickly schools her expression.

May sighs. “We’ll let you get some rest, okay superhero?” She offers her hand to help Peter get up. He takes it and stands. “Call if you need anything. We’ll be right here.”

“Thanks May. Thank you, Chris.”

He’s asleep not even ten minutes later, lulled by the concerned whispers of May and Chris from two rooms over. When he wakes the next morning, his body is sore, but his eye is almost back to normal.

-/-/-

Five months have passed when May wakes to the shrill of “Iron Man” by Black Sabbath playing from her phone at 3 a.m. Peter had thought it’d be funny to set it as her ringtone for when Tony called and she never got around to changing it back. Her bedroom is coated in darkness, save for the light from her phone and she squints at it. Chris is wrapped around her like a koala, arm slung over her stomach and lips pressed to the back of her shoulder.

“ ‘Ello,” she yawns as she answers, her eyelids drooping and the remnants of sleep threatening to pull her back in.

“May,” Tony’s says, his voice serious and raw with emotion that she’s never heard from the billionaire and it scares her, wiping away all the tiredness and replacing it with fear. May shoots out of bed, trying to keep her breath even but it fails. “Peter’s alive, first off, so don’t worry about that. He’s okay, kind of, well, he will be. He’s - he was shot earlier on patrol - twice. The damn kid. And Happy is on his way to get you, he should be there in ten minutes, so-”

“Peter was shot?” she whisper-screams, the words knocking the air from her lungs. And she can’t help it, the way her mind immediately goes to Ben on that fateful night, Peter at the police station covered in her late husband’s blood, silent sobs racking his body. The edges of a panic attack seeps in at the memory and her heart is going to beat out of her chest and she can’t breathe, she can’t breathe, can’t breathe, can’t-

She hears someone call her name, but she isn’t sure where she is anymore, and her mind takes her back to that first night without him, an inconsolable Peter wrapped around her muttering apologies between broken sobs. Peter didn’t go to sleep until noon the next day. She’s at Ben’s funeral, and there’s flowers everywhere - bright and vibrant and sickening wisps of color among black suits and dresses and her husband’s cold body. Everyone comes up and shakes her hand, offering words of comfort and food, but she doesn’t want any of it. Peter’s at her side and she squeezes his hand, tries to reassure him (and herself) that it’ll be okay. Peter nods, his eyes red and his motions slow and robotic and Peter-

Peter. This is about Peter. Peter’s been shot.

Her world comes back into focus and she sees Chris kneeling in front of her, sleep mussed hair and wide green eyes full of concern. His thumb wipes at a tear on the apple of her cheek and she presses the phone to her ear. Tony is still talking, telling her to breathe and that Peter’s okay and Happy’s almost there.

“I’m sorry,” she chokes out a sob. “Tony, I…”

“It’s okay. He’s gonna be okay. He has to be okay,” he pauses. “Do you want me to stay on the line?”

She leans her head on Chris and her eyes flutter closed. He wraps his arms around her and it’s grounding. Peter’s alive. Peter isn’t Ben. Peter’s alive. She repeats it over and over, a silent mantra and she realizes both Chris and Tony are waiting for a response. “I…” she speaks into her phone. “Chris is here. I- I’m okay,” May hangs up and turns her attention to Chris.

“Peter was shot. He - I have to go. I - Happy, he’s outside I gotta-”

“Let me go with you,” Chris says. And god, she wants him too. She wants to curl into his side in the car and tell him everything, but she knows she can’t do that to Peter. Not right now. He asked her to keep his identity safe, to keep Chris safe, and that’s the least she can do when her nephew is out saving the world every night.

“I need you to stay at the apartment, please I- I know you want to come, but I need you here. I’ll be back in a few days. I just - I’m sorry, I need to go.” She kisses him, soft and quick and rushes out the door before he can protest.

-/-/-

Unable to process the night’s frightening turn of events, Chris is left standing at the doorway. He had called multiple hospitals looking for Peter, but none of them seemed to have anyone that matched his description. It wasn’t until May called the next morning saying that Peter was okay and recovering at the Avengers Compound, that he figured out why.

Why is he at The Avengers Compound, May? That’s insane he had said, but she acted as if it was normal, saying that Tony preferred treating him there. When he asked about what happened, she said it was an unfortunate wrong place, wrong time, but that it didn’t matter now because he was okay.

Now, five days later, Peter and May were coming home. He waits inside the apartment for them, pacing the living room as he cleans the countertops for the seventh time in the few days they’ve been gone. He can hear laughter down the hall and it takes him a moment to realize it’s them. Peter is rambling excitedly about something - he can’t tell what - and he stops as the door opens. What he doesn’t expect is to see Tony Stark behind her, his arm around Peter’s shoulder, beaming at a perfectly healthy, energetic kid. It throws him for a loop how domestic they look.

Like a family.

And that’s when it hits him. The internship, the nights at the Compound, the easy banter, Stark taking care of him after he’s injured. Chris pauses his inner monologue, sweeping the group from head to toe with his gaze. “Wait…Is Peter Tony’s secret son or something?”

Fin

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