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Chapters: 1, 2 ,3, 4, 5 , 6, 7, 8 , 9, 10

Rating: Teen

Relationships: May Parker & Peter Parker, May Parker & Adrian Toomes, Peter Parker & Adrian Toomes, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds

Characters: May Parker, Peter Parker, Adrian Toomes, Ben Parker (mentioned), Ned Leeds, Michelle Jones

Additional Tags: Alternative Universe-Canon Divergence, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Mother-Son Relationship, canon-typical violence, kidnapping, Ned Leeds is a Good Bro, Michelle Jones is a Good Bro [more tags on ao3]

Peter and May Parker have been reported missing.

Captured by Vulture and with only themselves to rely on Peter and May struggle to find a way out of an impossible situation. 

Before it’s too late.

[Toomes will do anything for his family, so will May and Peter. Meanwhile Ned and MJ do everything they can to help find the Parkers]

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Rating: PG-13

Warnings: graphic injury, compartment syndrome

Characters: Peter Parker, Ned Leeds, Michelle Jones, Betty Brant, Tony Stark, May Parker, FRIDAY

Mentioned: Happy Hogan


Day Twenty: Lost

“‘Come hiking with us,’ they said. ‘It’ll be fun,’ they said.”

Peter huffed as he finally managed to drag himself to the overhang he had found. He sat down harshly, rolling up his pant leg to see how swollen it was. “This is just how I wanted to spend my senior trip.”

For their senior trip, Peter’s class had decided to travel to Gatlinburg, Tennessee. So far, it had been amazing. They had gone to Dollywood the first day, then spent the second day in the city. The third day they had gone to Clingman’s Dome, the highest point in the Appalachian Mountains, and Cade’s Cove, where they had seen deer and bears.

Today was supposed to be a free day. They were allowed to go wherever they wanted as long as they stayed in a group of four or more. That’s how Peter ended up on a hiking trail with Ned, MJ, and Betty. How he got separated from them was a longer story.

“I’m going to scout ahead,” Peter told the three as they stopped to rest. With his powers, he was able to go much longer than his friends without needing to rest. Sure, Ned and MJ knew this and would understand if he decided to climb some trees or swing from the branches with his webs, but Betty had no idea he was Spider-Man. Getting ahead would give him a chance to let out some of his energy.

“Please be careful,” Michelle told him, squeezing his hand. “You have your bear spray?”

“Right here,” he told her, patting the can in the pocket of his backpack. “I’ll be okay.”

Except, he wasn’t. Peter may be Spider-Man. He may be strong and fast and heck, he could lift a bus, but he was a klutz by nature. The boy had caught his foot on a root and ended up tumbling down a gorge. He knew that, in reality, he was lucky. Because anyone else probably wouldn’t have gotten out with nothing more than a broken leg and some cuts and bruises, but he was still lost in the woods and in extreme pain without a single bar of cell service. And to top it all off, it was starting to rain.

“Okay, okay,” he murmured to himself. “Let’s weigh our options.”

Peter propped his leg out in front of him, trying his best to keep it straight for when his powers decided to start mending the bone. Chances are, he would have to have it rebroken and set either way, but maybe he would get lucky. “You can either stay here and wait, see if anyone finds you, or you can try to make it back to the trail with a broken leg.”

He sighed and shook his backpack off, opening it up and taking out a water bottle, hoping it would ease his nausea. He had already puked once, immediately after he stopped rolling and felt the pain in his leg, and he couldn’t risk getting dehydrated out here. It was summer, and he only had a few bottles of water packed. He didn’t have much food either, just a few sandwiches and bags of chips, but he knew he could go longer without food than water and he wasn’t too hungry with his stomach in knots.

“Worst case scenario staying here is that they never find you and you starve to death or get eaten by a bear,” he continued talking to himself. “Worst case scenario trying to get back to the trail is you get lost deeper in the forest and make it harder for them to find you.”

He sighed, unsure. “Okay, okay, it’s okay,” he told himself. “You can’t get worked up and panic. That’s not going to make this any better.”

He continued thinking for a moment before finally reaching a decision. For now, at least, he would stay at the overhang. He would rest, give his leg time to heal, and wait to see if help arrived. They would start close to the trail, so he needed to stay as close as he could. With the rain, he was bound to fall again and get injured worse anyway.

If they didn’t come by the time he was out of supplies, he would start trying to find a way out on his own, but hopefully it wouldn’t come to that.

“God, that hurts,” Peter huffed, wincing as his leg throbbed. He dug through his bag carefully, relieved when he saw the high-powered pain pills that he had packed. He had almost not brought them on the trip, knowing that he wouldn’t be fighting crime on vacation, but Tony had insisted he take them because accidents happen. Sure enough, they had.

“They’re going to freak out when they find out,” he murmured. “Him and May both…”

“Boss, you’re getting a call from May Parker,” FRIDAY announced, catching Tony off guard. He raised an eyebrow as he looked up from his work.

“Yeah? Put her through,” he told her. Then, when he heard a click. “Hello, May.”

“Tony,” she started. Immediately he knew something was wrong from the tone of her voice. She sounded as if she were crying, her voice breaking a bit. “I just got a call from Peter’s teacher.”

He felt his blood run cold at that sentence. Peter was on a school trip nearly twelve hours away from New York City right now. “What? What happened? Did he get hurt? I can have a plane ready in five minutes if we need to get down there.”

“They can’t find him,” she cried. “He-he was hiking with his friends. Ned said he went to scout ahead and they never caught up to him. He just disappeared. He’s not— he’s not answering his phone.”

“Okay, okay,” Tony started, taking a shaky breath. He knew that he had to keep his panic at bay if he was going to do anything to help. “Okay, I— I’m going to get a plane ready for you. I’ll have Happy pick you up and bring you here. I’m going to go ahead and fly down there and help look for him, okay?”

“Wh-what if— what if he—”

“May, listen to me,” he told her. He heard her hum in reply so he continued. “I promise you that I will not stop until we find him, okay? Day or night. We’re going to find him and bring him home safe.”

“O-okay,” she replied. “Okay. Thank you, Tony. I-I’m sorry, I just— I’m just—”

“You’re worried,” he said softly. “It’s okay. I am too, but it’s going to be alright. Don’t forget what all he can do. He can take care of himself until we find him. He’ll be okay.”

Peter had never been in so much pain in his life. Days had passed since his fall, and his leg wasn’t getting any better. In fact, he thought it was getting worse. The medicine he had barely touched the pain, and the swelling wasn’t going down at all. He was sure that he had a fever, too, making it almost impossible to sleep. Already, he had drunk nearly all of his water, but he hadn’t been able to touch his food since the first day, being in too much pain to have the slightest bit of an appetite.

The fact that no one had found him yet terrified him. At this point, he was sure that he had some sort of infection in his leg, maybe even compartment syndrome. If that was the case, he knew that there was a good chance he wouldn’t survive. Even with his powers, he would need surgery, and quick. For a normal person, it would probably already be too late.

As his condition worsened, Peter started to lose track of time. With that, he was losing hope. How could he even be sure they were still looking for him? They may have given up at this point, thinking a bear had gotten him. It wasn’t an unlikely possibility, after all.

“What a way to go out,” he mumbled to himself one night. His fever was keeping him awake, as usual, and his painkillers were doing nothing for him anymore. “Spider-Man dies from a broken leg. How would have thought?”

He sighed and turned his head to look out at the trees. He was too weak to sit up at this point, and he was sure that meant he wasn’t going to last much longer without proper treatment. If no one found him in the next day or two, he was a goner.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I don’t wanna go…”

It had been five days since Peter went missing. At this point, most people had given up. The local officials told Tony that most people didn’t survive the first night. Most people who went missing on hiking trails had gotten injured or been attacked by the area’s wildlife. They said that at this point it would be more of a retrieval than a rescue, but he knew that he had to keep looking.

Because Peter wasn’t normal. He would last longer than most people, even if he was injured. He wouldn’t believe that he was dead unless he saw it for himself. He couldn’t. Peter wasn’t someone he was willing to give up on like that.

The whole time, he had only slept once. He searched for three days and nights like he said he would before finally giving himself a few hours of rest. Then he set out again, searching for any sign of Peter. “Pete?” he called, ducking under a branch. “Peter?”

Most times, there was no response. This time, however, he thought he heard a faint reply somewhere in the distance. “Peter?” he called a bit louder. “Are you there?”

He strained to hear, closing his eyes in an attempt to focus his senses. Sure enough, he heard a very weak reply. “H’llo?”

“Peter!” Tony hurried in that direction, soon seeing a rock overhang that could be used as a shelter from the elements. “Peter?”

“‘M here,” he heard the boy reply. Sure enough, the sound came from the rock. He rushed that way and found Peter laying inside, struggling to try to sit up. His cheeks were flushed red, and one of his legs looked swollen and jutted out at an awkward angle, but he still tried to sit up. A small smile crossed his face when he saw Tony coming towards him. “T’ny.”

“Hey, Buddy,” he said softly, carefully brushing the bangs of his dirty hair to the side. His eyes were glassy from fever, and he seemed a bit out of it, but it gave him hope at the fact that he was lucid enough to recognize him. He let out a small breath of relief. “God, you’re still alive.”

“Mhm,” Peter hummed. “M’ le’s bro’en. ‘S no’ goo’.”

“Yeah, Kiddo, I see that,” he told him, his voice a bit wet. He could tell that Peter was in pain despite his obvious effort to hide it. He stood up slowly and backed up, tapping the casing on his chest to let his suit form around him. He made sure to keep the helmet off, having no need for it right now. “I’m going to pick you up, alright? It’s probably going to hurt, and I’m so sorry for that, but we’ve gotta get you to a hospital.”

“Mmkay,” Peter murmured. “‘S a’ight.”

“Okay,” he said, bending down and carefully sliding a hand under his back and another under his legs. “Let’s get you out of here.”

When Peter woke up, his head felt foggy. He wasn’t sure where he was at first, but he knew he was safe. He felt cooler than he remembered feeling before, and he wasn’t in any pain. It was nice. Perfect after all that he had just been through.

Feeling a hand in his, Peter forced his weak muscles to move and squeeze it. He smiled when the grip tightened slightly and a hand moved to brush his cheek. “Hi, Baby.”

Peter forced his eyes open, smiling as he saw May sitting beside him. “May,” he murmured, his tongue feeling heavy in his mouth as he spoke. He didn’t sound coherent, but he could tell from May’s smile she understood him.

“I’m here, Sweetie,” she whispered. “I’m here.”

Peter gave her a lopsided smile before turning his head slowly. He squinted as his eyes landed on the couch that was pressed to the wall. Tony was laying there, fast asleep, holding something in his arms. Peter’s mind was too drugged to realize that it was one of his blankets and another was laying on him now in the hospital bed.

“He looked for you for five days,” May told him, noticing her nephew’s staring. She continued when he turned to look at her again. “He only slept five hours the whole time you were missing. He fell asleep an hour after you came out of surgery and hasn’t stirred since.”

Peter blinked at her in reply. He thought he could faintly remember the man finding him, but he wasn’t sure. He had a fever at the time, and now his head felt like it was filled with cotton. “Go back to sleep, Sweetie,” May insisted, kissing his forehead. “We’ll talk once you more with it, okay?”

“Mmkay,” he murmured. “Love you, May.”

“I love you too, Peter,” she replied softly. “So much.”

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Us, The Martians
Chapter One

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“So can you tell me what you’ve got inside?
Well is it all those fears that you hide?
‘Cause it’s all messed up now in my mind

Tell me how you think you’d find
Your uninhabited piece of mind

You always gotta pray for the pessimist
And these days seem the strangest existence
Now make way and obey all the best of us
Before they just eat you alive…”

~Eat You Alive - Sum 41

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Deep inside of him he hoped that If Mr. Stark ever finds out he won’t hate him and he will help him, but that wasn’t possible. Mr. Stark was the good guy and as ex-good-guy Peter knows that the good guy’s work was to get rid of the bad guy, and Peter wasn’t ready for that. Tony cared about him. It would destroy him.
It’s almost been a month of this secret.
A full month of pain that Peter has to go through daily.

When Peter woke up he felt better. He actually didn’t feel like dying for the first time ever since May died. That morning Peter decided that he was gonna tell Tony.

For Peter’s surprise, Tony wasn’t in the kitchen when he got out of his room. When he asked FRIDAY where he was, she answered ‘the lab’ which was unusual because, well, it’s FRIDAY. That confused Peter. Tony stopped a while ago staying all night in the lab.

Peter took the elevator and when the door opened he was even more confused. Tony was reading a paper. Tony never uses paper. He thinks that it is dumb given that you can’t go two meters and don’t find a tablet or phone in his household. But he was reading papers. And using a pencil. Not a pen. A pencil

“Who are you and where is Mr. Stark?” Is the only thing that comes out of Peter’s mouth. Tony looks up and raises an eyebrow

“Well. You got me. I am an alien for another galaxy and Tony is on my native planet. What gave away my identity?” Tony says jokingly

“The paper? I thought you didn’t use those anymore” Peter said and Tony rolled his eyes

“I know. This, my friend, is the final draft of the Sokovia Accords. They told me to give it a final look before making them official and told me to use a pencil if I wanted to annotate something” Peter’s jaw dropped in disbelief

“Hey that’s my job! You usually let me do that! Not fair! I like correcting older people!”

“Yeah ok but this is, like, the final thing. As in 'official final super important’ thing. That and also last time you made all of your notes with a pen” Peter scoffed

“It’s not like they don’t have millions of copies”

“It was a glitter pen!”

“I had nothing else at the moment! And it looked good!” Tony gets back to the paper

“Tell that to everyone in the UN. Imagine me trying to explain why did Tony Stark used purple glitter pen in the accords” Peter raises an eyebrow

“The pen was yours”

“So? You have glitter pens too and use them on a regular basis. Mind your own business”

“Whatever. What have you written?” Tony sighs

“So far so good. This changes are good” Peter sits next to him

“You do notice that it’s literally the original document but they just clarified a bunch of unnecessary stuff and they explain everything as if they were trying to explain it to a nine year old?”

“Yep. It’s on purpose. We need the guys that think like nine year olds to understand that the accords are the best for all of us” Peter rolls his eyes “Don’t get sassy. You know that the world needs those guys even if you don’t like them”

“The world seems doing pretty well without them. We should just try to reach Thor and Dr. Banner. They’re the good guys. And I know that King T'Challa wouldn’t mind being an Avenger”

“You did” Peter’s jaw dropped

“Don’t make this about me! I am being serious! There are so many people qualified for the job and yet you want to stick with the ones that don’t deserve it!” Tony’s look changes a bit

“Listen, kid. The past is in the past. I don’t like them either. However even I am willing to sacrifice my ego for the greater good. The world needs them” Tony says more seriously. Peter just crosses his arms and Tony ruffles his curls “It’s not like you’re gonna meet them. Actually you’re not gonna do that. I forbid you to do that. I don’t trust them and I don’t want you with them”

“That’s great because I don’t want to be with them either. I don’t want to hurt anyone” Tony slowly turns to see him and then gets back to work. It’s time for Peter to tell him “The reason I came here is because I have to tell you something and-”

“Hey by the way, is there any chance that you can stay the weekends like always? If Rhodey is gone and Pepper is working It gets lonely in here” Peter sighed

“Not anytime soon. I’ll let you know if that changes”

“At what time are you supposed to be in school? I can’t drop you off today and you know how Happy is”

“I still got time. I-”

“Kid I know I don’t tell you this very often, but I am really proud of you kiddo. Since I’ve met you you’ve changed for the better. And I like to think that I changed too maybe? Everyone agrees that I was a mess before you came, including me. I really want you to know that I am glad you are here. And I am sorry if I got you in trouble” Peter’s eyes widened. Well fuck. That complicates things.

“Y-yeah. I am glad I am here too. And don’t worry about me. I am fine” His inside was screaming in pain. He couldn’t tell if his asthma was back or it was just a panic attack but he really wished it was just asthma

“God I am glad I left that out of my chest. It was eating my inside” You got to be kidding me “So. What were you gonna tell me?” Well now nothing

“I liked your lasagna” Peter said immediately. Tony smiled and rolled his eyes

“Thanks kiddo. It was my mom’s recipe” Tony said and Peter’s phone rang. He checked who it was. Happy

“Happy is calling. He is probably here already” Peter said disappointed on himself

“Go then. You know how Happy gets” Tony said and then returned to the papers. Peter kept staring for a second. He didn’t want to talk about it. Not even to Tony and specifically not now. If Peter tells him every hope that Tony has for him will die leaving him alone. Peter didn’t want to be alone again. He wanted his aunt and his uncle and his family back. He wanted to go back in time. But that couldn’t happen. That’s not physically possible. So Peter didn’t have lots of options left. Peter just wanted to end with his suffering, yet he isn’t going to do it because that scares him. Because he is a coward. He is the bad guy

That’s all he could think of. While he was at school he tried to focus but he couldn’t. He couldn’t help but think of the 'what ifs’ of the situation. He just wanted to be happy. He was happy before. Even though his family was a little dysfunctional, he was happy. Now he just wants to die. His life sucks and it’s his own fault.

After school he went out as Spiderman and it was actually a good day for the arachnid. He stopped a bank robbery and a guy that was in a car accident and almost got yeeted (or is it yoted?) over the Brooklyn bridge. Spiderman was the only thing that kept Peter alive. If not what else? It was the best thing going on with his life. He wished it wasn’t that way. He wished that Peter Parker was happy too. But most importantly, he wished that Ben won’t notice that he is past his curfew.

He snuck back in from the window, but he didn’t have his suit on anymore. He decided to take it off before going home. When he got to his room he laid down in his bed and sighted. He was a little worried about Ben now. He needs a new job and all he is doing is staying on the couch drinking. What’s up with that? Peter knows damn well Ben and he’s not the kinda guy that gets fired in the first place-

“Where the hell have you been?!” Ben yelled, kicking Peter’s door. He had the same shirt as two days ago and a bottle of wine in his hand. The image wasn’t pretty

“Decathlon practice” That was only half true. He was supposed to be at decathlon practice but he skipped it

“For two fucking days?! Do you think I am an idiot?!” Peter raises an eyebrow

“You told me I could stay on Thursdays at Tony’s! I was there!” Ben scoffs

“I didn’t say shit! Stop lying to my fucking face!” Before Peter could answer Ben slapped him. Ben slapped him “I’ve had enough of your bullshit! Don’t you think you’ve done enough?!” Peter was in shock. He didn’t know how to react. That was the last thing Peter expected “God you’re such a pain in the ass” Then he left the room and closed the door as loud as he could while he was doing it.

Peter just stared at the door with tears in his eyes. He knew that he deserved it. He deserved hell. He was the bad guy.

He is the bad guy

I am the bad guy

It’s all my fault

I should just die already

I am the bad guy

It kept going.

What once was only a slap in the face turned into beating.

Peter was sure that Ben was gonna kill him, but he didn’t actually care.

As a matter of fact Ben would do a favor to the world if he finally kills him.

And the days with Tony were the worst.

He had to keep all his scars hidden for his own sake because Peter was a murderer.

His way of dealing with it was that he would just lock himself in his side of the lab with his soundproof headphones and start coding. Yeah that’s something he does now. He codes like a boss. Tony Stark level coding and all of that. He got into it right after May died.

Nobody has noticed something is going on. Peter found May’s old makeup bag and his concealer techniques were good. But it wasn’t Mr. Stark’s fault. He didn’t want him to know anyways, right? That wasn’t something that Peter wanted


Deep inside of him he hoped that If Mr. Stark ever finds out he won’t hate him and he will help him, but that wasn’t possible. Mr. Stark was the good guy and as ex-good-guy Peter knows that the good guy’s work was to get rid of the bad guy, and Peter wasn’t ready for that. Tony cared about him. It would destroy him.

It’s almost been a month of this secret.

A full month of pain that Peter has to go through daily.

But it was fine. Peter deserved it. He was the bad guy and that is what bad guys deserve

“We’re running out of food” Peter says thinking out loud while checking the fridge. Ben wasn’t home yet so Peter took the opportunity to get out of his room for just five minutes. And as a matter of fact they were running out of food. Ben stopped going grocery shopping weeks ago (Now he just goes alcohol shopping and calls that ‘groceries’). Ben also hasn’t got a job so the money is another issue. Everything they had is going to every bottle Ben buys. Peter really has to figure out what to do because they also have to pay rent, and taxes, and go buy some decent food, and all of that, and Ben doesn’t seem to care enough anymore.

“What the hell are you doing?” Peter’s eyes widened as he turned around. He did feel his spider senses going off but he totally ignored it. He didn’t realize Ben arrived. Before Peter could answer Ben already started the shitshow “It’s your fucking fault!” He yelled and kicked Peter in the stomach; it made Peter gag. There was nothing there and it hurt more. “She’s gone because of you ! You were supposed to die and she died for you! You don’t give a damn about it though, because you’re a selfish little prick who don’t deserve to live! She was everything to me and you took her away. That’s all you do, is take and take and take and you never stop!” Ben yelled, kicking him and bringing him up to slam him in the wall. The words hurt more though and he started to cry. He could take a beating, but Ben’s words hurt more than anything.

And the thing was he was right. Peter could’ve saved her. May would be alive and they’d be happy and everything would’ve been okay if he just hadn’t froze. Ben said other things but Peter had a ringing in his ear blocking everything out “Go to your goddamn room! I am tired of your fucking face!” Peter immediately got up as he could and ran to his room to then lock himself in. He looked at himself in the mirror and tried to stop crying but he couldn’t. In times like this he really wishes he was Spiderman and not Peter. Spiderman is a superhero that doesn’t fear anything. Peter is just human. He bleeds when he falls down, and he crashes and breaks down.

Ben’s words in his head were like knives in the heart. It was like he built Peter up and then made sure he falls apart, but he is only human. But he is the bad guy. He is the villain of the story. The guy that children fear. He was a monster. The least he deserved is to be treated like a normal person. But god did it hurt. That night Peter tries to clear his mind coding in his laptop. A drone design. Something basic but fun. While he was doing that he got a call. It was painful to answer

“Hey Tony” Peter said with his fake happy voice

“Care to tell me why the hell are you not here?” Tony says more jokingly than mad

“What do you mean?” Peter asks confused

“Oh my god. Parker how dare you? I thought that we had something special!” Peter raised an eyebrow and Tony scoffed “It’s Thursday. Why are you not here?” Peter’s eyes widened. Holy shit he forgot about Tony

“I had to pick something up from the department. I am on my way” Peter lies immediately and Tony just laughs

“It’s fine if you forgot. If you still want to come just tell me when you get here” Peter rolled his eyes

“No can do. I like surprises and you know that. I’ll swing by eventually” Peter said and then hung up. He immediately put everything that he wanted to bring in his backpack and put on the suit. Minutes later the Spiderman was swinging towards the Stark tower.

The fact that he went to spend the night with Tony doesn’t mean he forgets.

He is the bad guy.

He is the bad guy.

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“Y/N? What are you doing here?” Peter asked as he dropped his bookbag by the door, pulling out his earbuds and peering in at you and Aunt May in the kitchen. You were attempting to make a dinner together, though May was strictly on mixing duty after cutting her own thumb. Peter knew you, he had seen you around Stark Tower before, among the other Avengers, but never in his own apartment. “Am I in trouble?” He still had his suit on from an evening of helping out around Queens, and he held up his mask like an offering. “I was just… you know… out…”

“No, no,” you laughed. “You’re not in trouble.”

“Y/N is staying for dinner,” May chirped. She gave you a look over the top of her glasses, like she was about to start laughing and just barely holding it together.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Peter said, starting to piece it together. “Are you guys, like–”

“Dating?” you supplied.

“Wait, you guys are together?” Peter said. “I was going to say friends!” He paused, shaking his head, trying to process the information. “Okay… well… that’s neat.” He disappeared into his room and you and May finally burst out laughing.

“Is he still intimidated by me?” you whispered. “I’ve never seen someone pale that fast.”

May crossed behind you, giving your shoulder a loving shake as she walked past. “I think he’s just surprised his aunt has a life beyond buying him new backpacks.”

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day 26: a knock at the door


A Knock at the Door

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Peter had a short day of classes when Ned told him that he couldn’t make their plans to have a Star Wars Marathon that night. Peter was upset but he figured he could just call Harry and Harley and see if they were available. He knew it was the one day that they both had late classes so they would be coming in later than normal but it would be nice to just spend some time to himself. Besides he could find something to do for an hour or two before they got there. He finally got a hold of them and they both seemed excited as they told him that they would be there after their classes. Peter made sure to let May know that Harry and Harley would be over tonight which she was fine with. He was excited to spend some time with them and he didn’t notice what day it was as he was walking home. 

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Through thick and thin

TW: Graphic depictions of violence; blood


Tony felt his heart leap in fear when he heard a certain spider-baby’s voice behind him. He whirled around in mid air, dropping a few feet in shock before he stabilized himself.

“Hi, Mr. Stark!” Peter chirped excitedly, skillfully swinging in a large arc and flipping onto his armor, the eyes of his mask almost comically wide. “What’s up?”

Tony struggled to see the boy who was perched on his back, twisting his neck back and forth. “What the hell are you doing here, Pete?”

“I just wanted to help,” he whined, his head hovering upside down in front of Tony’s face. 

“No, you don’t,” he grumbled, trying to grab hold of his kid, who was crawling all over his back to avoid him. “You want to go back to school and learn about why the adults in your life are trying to keep you safe.”

Peter giggled. “I know, Tony, and I am safe. I have you!”

He said it so cheerfully, so matter-of-factly, as if Tony’s heart hadn’t melted and his brain hadn’t turned to mush at his precious kid’s words. He was grateful for the helmet shielding his face, otherwise Peter might have been soaked in his tears.

“Mr. Stark? You okay?”

He jerked out of his stupor. “Yeah.” He sniffed. “Yeah, buddy, I’m great.”

“Okay.” Peter sounded suspicious, but he let it drop. “Sure.”

“So, um… what’s going on?” He looked around, trying to find the other Avengers and their opponent(s).

Peter barely saw the blast in time. 

He jumped up and aimed a web at the nearest skyscraper, pulling Tony with him, the man letting out a shout of surprise. 

The spot where they had just been was now raining down ash and bright purple sparks.

Peter blinked the black spots out of his eyes, his ears ringing slightly. Gradually he realized that Tony was shouting; they were moving fast, Tony’s metal arms wrapped tight around him.

“Peter! Are you okay, Bug?” the man yelled frantically, masked face hovering in front of Peter’s.

“Arachnid,” he corrected. He heard Tony breathe a heavy sigh of relief. They landed on the roof of a towering skyscraper. Peter was sure that Mr. Stark was running over his vitals in the suit and checking for any injuries, no matter how minor they might be. Peter rolled his eyes.

“What was that?” he asked, looking around wildly. “Is Mister Doctor Strange here?”

“I am,” said a dry voice behind them. “But that wasn’t me.”

Tony jumped protectively in front of Peter as they spun around, then relaxed, just slightly, when he recognized the tall figure standing in front of the remnants of a glowing orange portal.

“Strange,” Tony greeted.

“Stark.” Stephen nodded.

Peter waved, grinning.

“What’s with the light show?” Tony asked, setting a hand on his kid’s shoulder.

“A wizard,” the doctor said shortly. “And a powerful one, too. Neoma Ambrosia. She’s fairly new to magic, but she’s dangerous.”

“I think Neoma means ‘new moon’ in Greek,” Peter mused quietly. Tony ruffled his hair proudly, nodding. My genius kid, he thought fondly. 

“Tony! What’s going on?”

Natasha, Sam, Steve, and Bucky ran up. Peter couldn’t help but wonder how they had climbed up to the roof. He imagined Sam trying to lug two super soldiers and a heavily armed assassin up a one hundred seventy-five meter tall skyscraper; Peter was sure he could do it.

“There’s a crazy wizard trying to kill us!” the young spider said enthusiastically. “Her name’s Neoma Ambrosia, which I’m pretty sure means ‘new moon’ in Greek, which is like, a super cool name. And she shoots purple fire! We haven’t seen her in, like, fifteen minutes, though.”

Tony chuckled as the other four Avengers blinked. His kid was a whirlwind, and he loved to listen to him chatter.

“Everyone keep watch!” Steve yelled, making Peter flinch. Tony squeezed his neck gently and glared at the super soldier, who remained oblivious. “Eyes peeled like grapes!”

“Ew,” Peter muttered. 

They spent the next ten minutes straining their eyes for any sight of Neoma.

Tony was about to turn to Steve and suggest they search the ground, when the edge of the roof exploded with a familiar purple fire, right where Peter was standing.

Tony screamed his child’s name, white, icy-hot terror running through his veins. Rubble tumbled off that building, falling with the small red and blue body. 

“No,” he whispered, thrusters at full speed. “No. No. No no no no!”

He crashed to the concrete and sprinted to the rubble that covered his kid.  

“Peter, Peter, Peter,” he muttered fervently, throwing the huge boulders with his iron hands as if they were pebbles. He was sure he could lift them just as easily without his suit with the fear and adrenaline coursing through his veins. All the while he yelled, over and over again, the name of the one reason he got out of bed in the morning, the one reason he was alive: his only child, his son, his baby. 

At last, at last, he spotted delicate curls peeking out from a hole in a red mask. Tony sobbed and crumpled to his knees, clearing the last of the rocks off of the boy’s small body.

“Peter,” he gasped. He peeled off his mask as gently as he could, hands trembling. “Peter.”

Miraculously, he was somehow awake. Tony sobbed frantically and kissed his forehead. His face was bruised and bloody, with tears rolling slowly off his cheeks. Peter held out shaking arms and made grabby hands, whimpering like a wounded kitten.

Tony ever so gently maneuvered the boy into his lap, Peter slumping heavily against his chest. He cupped his cheeks and kissed both of them, stroking his forehead and smiling tremulously. “Petey. Oh Petey.”

He bit back another cry, trying to hold in for his kid, who was cradled in his arms, bleeding and broken. Peter coughed, and with tremendous effort, lifted his hand to Tony’s face.

The man grasped it instantly, squeezing his small hand tight and trying to rub some sense of warmth into his cold skin. He pressed light kisses to the back of his hand. 

“Oh, baby, oh my god,” Tony whispered breathlessly, rocking his child back and forth in his arms. “You’re okay, you’re okay, sweetheart, shh.” 

Tears flowed down both their faces. Tony rushed to comfort Peter, forcing what he hoped was a reassuring smile and wiping away the tears with the pad of his thumb. “We’re gonna fix you up, Petey, just hold on. Hold on for me, ‘kay? Doctor Strange and the rest are just making sure it’s safe, and Doctor Cho is coming right now- she’ll be here any second, okay? You just gotta hold on, Petey.”

He sniffed and snuggled Peter more tightly against his chest. “All you gotta do is focus on me. Just look at me, honey. I love you, baby, I love you so much. Stay with me, il mio bambino.”

Peter’s eyes drifted lazily up to meet his. He struggled to focus on Tony’s face, his vision blurry and his eyes glassy. “Mi-mis’ er St’rk,” he croaked. “‘Ony.” He coughed, struggling to form words with his bloody, scratched lips and his dry mouth.

“Shh, shh,” Tony soothed. “Shh, baby, I’m right here. You’re doing you great, Petey.” He tangled his fingers in Peter’s curls, smoothing his hair down comfortingly. “You’re doing so great, sweetheart, I’m so proud of you.” Tony hastily wiped away his tears, which had begun to fall down to Peter’s face. “Just hold on, please.”

He squeezed his hand tightly, looking away and blinking rapidly when he realized his façade of calmness was shattering. 

Peter whimpered.

Tony’s eyes snapped back to his kid in fear. “Petey-?” he asked worriedly, then followed his gaze.

“Oh god.”

The sounds of blasts and explosions and fighting that faded completely came back full force when he realized the wizard was just ten yards in front of them, standing tall on a hill rubble, her dark gray robes swirling around her.

Tony gasped. Time seemed to move in slow motion as he rushed to protect his kid. He wrapped his arms tightly around Peter’s head and curled around the small body, effectively shielding him from an inevitable spell or explosion. 

And then-

He kicked off their pile of rubble and began to roll down, trying desperately to cushion Peter’s head as they gained momentum. Sharp stones slice at his skin but he favored protecting his kid far, far above his own safety. 

There was an explosion, so bright that purple swam in front of Tony’s closed eyes. Shards of glass and rock rained down on them and Tony could do nothing but squeeze Peter tighter and press his lips to his forehead and hope this wouldn’t be the end. 



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Prompt #23: “do we have to?”
Fandom: Spider-Man (MCU)
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Characters: May & Peter Parker, Ben Parker
Words: 1193
Summary: In the aftermath of Ben’s death, Peter and May talk about their regrets. 

It’s been three and a half months since Ben’s death, and some family friends are treating Peter and May to dinner on a Friday night.  

Peter’s been slumped into the corner of the couch ever since he came home from school when May sits on the other end, planning to remind him about the dinner engagement. But she can tell by the look in his eyes that he’s not currently in a place to discuss social commitments.

“What’s going on, baby? How are you feeling?”

Peter is staring straight ahead, hands folded and forearms resting on his knees.


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Hey! I don’t remember what this is about but it’s ok, sweetheart.

I get that you’re angry but the irondad fandom is not the only fandom responsible for this (taking May or Ben out of the equation). Sometimes Peter is Stony’s son. Sometimes he’s Bruce and Tony’s son. Sometimes Natasha is Peter’s mom. Sometimes Pepper is Peter’s mom. Sometimes Peter is Stucky’s son. It happens. Because he’s young and adorable I’m guessing he’s the target for this lmao It’s not only Tony.

You need to follow people that usually make May Parker content, I’ve seen some blogs who make stunning content about her. If some irondad blogs frustrate you too much, I suggest you unfollow them or block them (myself included). 

I genuinely like your blog, but if I came across as rude and you don’t want me here, I’ll leave. Once again I’m sorry.

Don’t leave if you don’t want to. Thank you for being honest here♥

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Yes! Is it this one? If so, I thought it was really interesting and a fun new take on Peter’s origin story and being Spider-Man before Tony found him! Plus some great May content!

The story is bullets on AO3!


May knows Peter is hiding something. Peter knows May knows Peter is hiding something. May guesses horribly wrong. Then Peter does something dumb and he gets hurt. May finds out what he’s actually hiding the hard way. (Slight trigger warning- someone does get shot and there’s mention of blood, however it’s not extremely graphic.)”

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Prompt #17: “give me a minute or an hour”
Fandom: Spider-Man (MCU)
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Characters: Peter and May Parker
Words: 470
Summary: May patches Peter up after a rough patrol. 


“Peter, are you still in there?” May knocks on the bathroom door. “I need to go, could you come out?”

He jumps. “I will, just give me a minute!”

Or an hour, he thinks to himself, surveying the mess of gauze, ointment, surgical tape, and Band-Aids he’s strewn across the countertop. He’s been stuck on step one of his usual self-sufficient first-aid procedure for five minutes now—the step where he assesses the damage and chooses his supplies. He’s not entirely sure why this simple task is taking him so long, but he guesses it might have something to do with the pounding in his head.  

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@whumptober2020​​: Day 19 – Survivor’s Guilt

Fandom: MCU
Characters: Tony Stark, May Parker, Pepper Potts
Universe: Post-Infinity War
Summary: Tony has to be the one to tell her Peter’s gone. (TW: references of major character death)

[Read on AO3 here.]

‘You don’t have to do this’ rang in his head as hollow as the hole in his heart. Tony lifted his hand but held himself back from knocking. The guilt corroded him from the inside out. It had been eating him alive the entire month he spent in space. While he could and had faked a smile for Nebula, his heart had began flaking as soon as the moment he turned on the spot and spotted the disintegration of Peter Parker. Since then, it beat like a whisper.

Tony swore not to close his eyes again. (If only his basic biology would let him keep that promise.) He slept five hours more each night than he wanted to, which is to say, he averaged five hours. Meals, he kept light. Work, it pained him to detach from. Pepper, he thought about constantly but ignored for the blame burning in his head. He didn’t want to hurt her. He couldn’t not stop working, however. It was the same problem as it had always been. Detaching from distraction proved to be Tony’s greatest hurdle. In the end, it wasn’t Thanos; it was his inability to forgive the one person he lived his entire life with: himself.

According to Pepper, one month was too long for self-loathing and guilt-stewing. She traveled down to the garage and told him he had to take a step forward. She took one of his hands in hers, steered him upstairs, towards the coatrack, and let go in front of the door.

‘You have to,’ a stark change in mind from her sentiments one month ago, the week after he landed. ‘For both your sakes, tell her.’

‘What if I can’t?’ Seriously, what if he saw her face and immediately collapsed? His heart might give out; he knew it couldn’t take much more.

‘It has to be you,’ encouraged Pepper. ‘This one step forward, it’s the right one. I promise you.’

She had kissed him on the forehead, helped him with his coat, and brought him to the car. She drove (Tony didn’t trust himself behind the wheel in his state), but when they arrived, he told her to wait in the car. This had to be all him and only him. He hurried up the stairs.

He stood in Queens in the familiar halls of an apartment complex in front of May Parker’s quarters.

He didn’t close his eyes. He just knocked.

Three solemn taps evoked no answer.

So, he waited.

He could knock again. He could call through the wood, but he suspected neither option to be reciprocated kindly. The least he could do was pay her in patience. Patience wouldn’t bring her nephew back, but she’d be grieving. And the grieving needed space.

Finally, it cracked open a few inches. Glasses magnified a brunette’s narrowed eyes. Then, they expanded with recognition. An attractive brunette dragged the door further back, widening the hole in the wall.

“Ms. Parker,” he greeted as professionally as he could. (Yet, there was no helping the glossy sheen of his eyes; that became permanent as of two months ago.) When their eyes met, May knew; he knew she knew. She was just piecing the puzzle together for the entire image. A hand reached up to cover her mouth.

“H-How did it happen?” was all she asked.

“I didn’t want him there, but he– We tried to stop it. We couldn’t. Half the uni… the univers…” Not only did Tony pay over three seconds of thought to his time on Titan, but he shut his eyes, unable to take her watery gaze any longer. An orange sky, rubble walks, a hand, ‘let him go!’, snap, light— flaking. He caught himself on the doorframe just in time.

Never, Tony warned himself, never close your eyes again.

“I’m sorry.” No speech above the volume of wind was doable, let alone appropriate.

May lowered her hand and, unexpectedly, reached it forward. He thought for sure she’d lash out in hate. She had every right to blame him. Why wasn’t she angrier? Tony flinched all the same as her hand came to a rest on the arm just below his shoulder. If he weren’t drowning in guilt, he might have noticed how overly rigid her fingers felt or her shoulders appeared, how gaunt her eyes and firm her jaw was. But in his moment, she just looked strong.

“Did he suffer?” Her lip trembled uttering the last word.

(‘I don’t want to go. Please!’)

Tony shook his head. The memory was his alone to bear. His fault meant his burden.

“I wish it were different. I wish he were here instead of me.”

May bore her understanding through the tears rolling down her cheeks. She bit her lip and shivered her head up and down. When she spoke again, her voice could have rivalled the void of space in terms of quietude:

“I know, Tony. I do.”

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Prompt #16: “I never wanted anything else” 
Fandom: Spider-Man (MCU)
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Characters: Ben & Peter Parker, May Parker/Ben Parker, OCs Cleo and Mark Hudson. 
Words: 2805
Summary: Raising Peter has brought some financial strain into Ben and May’s lives, but they wouldn’t have it any other way. 
Author’s Note: This fic is to blame for my inability to catch up on these prompts. It was supposed to be nice and short, but ended up being quite the one-shot in length. Whoops. 
Also, Peter going for a sleepover at a science museum was 100% inspired by my favorite field trip from elementary school. We really did get to camp out in the exhibits, and it was as amazing as it sounds. 

Incalculable Worth  

Cleo and Mark are coming over for the weekend, and Ben’s not looking forward to it.

“It’ll go by fast,” May insists the Monday before, “It’s not even three full days. Besides, it’ll be good for them to see Peter again—it’s been years, he’s probably unrecognizable to them at this point.”

Ben knows she’s right, and it will be good to see Cleo and Mark again, the couple who served as the Maid of Honor and Best Man at their wedding. They were best friends with the pair before moving to New York, and staying in touch has been difficult ever since. So when Cleo and Mark announced they were planning a visit to the city, May enthusiastically offered to let them stay at the apartment.

But if Ben’s honest, he just doesn’t feel much of a connection with the couple anymore. When the two of them were in his and May’s wedding, they had so much in common. They all loved traveling, trying foods from various cultures, and seeking out new experiences on weekend trips. Then there was the shared life plans that truly brought them together in the first place—neither couple had a desire to be parents one day.

Ben knew it wasn’t fair to Cleo and Mark to resent them for doing what they’d always said they’d do—living a carefree, kid-less life—but the fact that they were living out their plan while May and Ben had Peter made it harder to relate to the couple.

“I just feel bad that we don’t even have a room for them,” Ben says. “That’s my main concern.”

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