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megiesposts · 2 years

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I’ve been fantasizing about writing a college! Au Marvel x dem College! Reader

Ive been thinking about this au for a while and I’m so ready to make it into a book either on Wattpad or here idk probably here

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Before reading: this post mentioned attempted sa, shirtless men, flirting, playboys, mentions of the following- car accident, drinking, an unrelenting ex boyfriend, people getting beat up, random girl getting beat up, cheerleader Natasha>>>, playboy behavior? Beware before reading- this doesn’t go into too much detail but be careful

Like imagine all the boys being in a frat and due to school rules they’re deciding to move out and rent a house and Steve invites his friend Natasha from the dance team who’s also a cheerleader (most of the boys are on sports teams/have sports scholarships) and she says she’ll only move with them if her two best friends Wanda and Y/n can move with her and they’re all like yeah sure

Wanda majoring in photography and minoring in literature

Y/n majoring in different arts and also minoring in literature which is how Wanda got added to the friend group

Y/n and Natasha being besties since high school started and Wanda being added so quickly

Imagine frat boy! Bucky Barnes who lost his arm in a car accident when he was younger, and he got a metal one who stars as quarterback on the football team

Frat boy! Cocky! Steve Roggers who’s idk a linebacker and has girls lining up to get a chance with him and basically worshipping him

Frat boy! Tony Stark who got in on an intelligence scholarship who’s has a new girl lining his bed every night and majors in robotic science who’s secretly a huge dork

Foreign exchange student! Frat boy! Thor Odinson who’s oblivious to how girls throw themselves at him more than he breathes and is an actual sweetheart who got scouted by the fraternity the moment he stepped on campus and is in the hockey team

Foreign exchange student! Frat boy! Loki Laufeyson who was forced into the frat by his dear brother Thor, who majors in literature which is how you bond and is actually such a playboy and girls drop to their knees at his words and accent

Frat boy! Bruce Banner who’s an angry drunk (💀) and was forced into the fraternity by his best friend tony, actually escapes the house during parties and is a sweet boy who’s gets ignored by girls cause he’s not a tall or outgoing or in their eyes “handsome” (who once beat the sh*t out of Loki while black out drunk) (see what I did there)

Frat boy! Clint Barton who secretly has issues about how everyone bullies him but he has a really sweet college girlfriend Laura! Who always has his back (was also forced into the frat cause of tony)

Frat boy! Pietro Maximoff who is forced into the frat when Wanda moves into the new house with y/n and nat cause he wants to protect her and is an honorary member of the girl squad, is the captain of the cross country track team (heheh), and is besties with Clint LMAO

Frat boy! Sam Wilson who is besties with Bucky and on the football team (idk a lot of football plays sorry besties) who is a simp for any girl and gets made fun of by Bucky because of it

Frat boy! Peter Parker who’s a inexperienced freshman on the baseball team who’s such a dork that tony took under his wing- he goes around the parties making sure all the girls are okay and nobody is getting taken advantage off and is an absolute simp for another freshmen who majors in literature (mj)

BRO I WANNA WRITE ABOUT THEM ALL BECOMING FRIENDS WITH y/n AND DEFENDING HER AND ASKING FOR HER HELP WITH HOMEWORK AND ESSAYS AND MAKING THE MOST IDIOTIC EXCUSES THAT MAKE NO SENSE

I imagine a scene where girls try to take advantage of drunk Thor trying to be the one to take his virginity cause look at him and y/n coming to his rescue and literally fighting the girl and locking Thor in her room where he’s safe (this is where their friendship starts)

Y/n helping Bucky with his math, a subject he’s tOtAlLy not failing, where he cracks jokes and doesn’t take it seriously until you stop tutoring him and he’s begging you for help cause he’s goin to get kicked off the team if he doesn’t get his grade up

Steve offering to model for y/n’s sculpting class and taking his shirt off, facing her just trying to get a reaction out of her, and ignoring all the other girls offering him compliments and and throws random questions your way and cracking jokes trying to get you to smile

Tony helping you with a science project and using it as a chance to get close to you and flirt and try and get to know you, (totally takes over your project btw you barely get to do anything, “hand me that.” “Will you get me something to eat?”) (you got an A)

Loki and y/n bonding over authors when he finds you in his class (which he swears you were not in for the last four years) (you totally were) and start working on essays and projects together (who once kicked a girl off his lap when she saw a picture of you hanging in the hallway and started insulting you - he told her to leave the entire party and to watch her mouth (you were not told about this)

Bruce who invites you to come to him to his usual diner when one of the Friday night party’s gets to much cause he knows you have an essay due the next day and the music is taking over your room, helps your write it and stays out until 8am with you while you show each other your favorite spots around the city

Clint who you become great friends with him when he asks you for help picking out an anniversary gift for his girlfriend (you stay friends cause Laura and Clint are>>>>>)

Pietro who became friends with you in freshman year, when you became friends with Wanda, who sees you as another sister, who once beat your high school ex into the ground who showed ran into you in sophomore year at the mall (he was there with you buying a gift for Wanda’s birthday) (you had kicked him away from you temporarily to go get his gift)

Sam Wilson who you became great friends with when he and Bucky had a fight when Sam was supposed to be staying in bucky’s room (sm wrong with his room idk yet) and he stormed into your room rather than Steve’s by accident and didn’t notice while ranting and body slamming himself on your bed (you let him stay and you watched legally blonde together and helped him and Bucky become friends again)

And finally!!! Freshman Peter Parker who fawns over your artwork all the time (it’s more of a brother sister relationship) and stood up to your ex when he showed back up at a party and always asks for your advise on how to ask out his crush mJ and soon asks what he should wear to his dates with mj (it’s literally so cute)

(dw your ex got chased away by Natasha who got Thor and Steve’s attention and told them what he did to you) (your ex had to quite literally run away from them both after Thor threw a punch and broke his nose and he knew he stood no chance) (Steve sprinted after him until he was out of the neighborhood)

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ao3feed-ladynoir · 10 months

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Spider-Man x Miraculous

Spider-Man X Miraculous by Smash Fan56

Peter Parker has experienced some pretty bad luck since the day he dumped Liz Allan and "killed" the Green Goblin. Liz had been giving him the silent treatment, Flash Thompson's been pestering him for hurting his ex, not to mention Parker can't date Gwen Stacy while she's consoling Harry Osborn over the death of his father, Norman Osborn. Thankfully, Peter finally catches a break when his teacher offers him an application for the Midtown Student Exchange Program, in which he'd spend the rest of the quarter studying abroad in the City of Paris, France, home of Ladybug and Cat Noir. After a conscious decision, Parker signs up for the program and flies to the City of Love, where he learns that he'll be hosted by the Dupain-Cheng family, as well as their daughter, Marinette, who is struggling to work up the courage to ask her biggest crush, Adrien Agreste, to her upcoming high school prom. Little does Spider-Man know, once he meets Ladybug and Cat Noir face to face, his foreign adventure will be in for some wild surprises from colorful new friends, and a slimy old enemy.

Words: 280, Chapters: 1/70, Language: English

Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug, The Spectacular Spider-Man (Cartoon)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, Multi

Characters: Peter Parker | Spider-Man, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Eddie Brock | Venom, Gabriel Agreste | Hawk Moth, Alya Césaire, Tikki, Plagg, Mary Jane Watson, Nathalie Sancoeur | Mayura, Chloé Bourgeois, Tom Dupain, Sabine Cheng, Gwen Stacy, Aunt May Parker, Captain George Stacy, Aurore Beauréal | Stormy Weather, J. Jonah Jameson, Harry Osborn, Nooroo, Sabrina Raincomprix, Nino Lahiffe, Miss Câline Bustier, Max Kanté, Rose Lavillant, Juleka Couffaine, Mylène Haprèle, Alix Kubdel, Lê Chiến Kim, Mireille Caquet, Ms. Mendeleiev, Roger Raincomprix, Jagged Stone, Dr. Ashley Kafka, Thomas Astruc, Principal Damocles, Betty Brant, Ned Lee

Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Peter Parker | Spider-Man & Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Peter Parker | Spider-Man & Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Peter Parker | Spider-Man & Eddie Brock | Venom, Marinette Dupain-Cheng & Alya Cesaire, Peter Parker & Sabrina Raincomprix, Peter Parker & Mary Jane Watson, Peter Parker & Gwen Stacy, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Gabriel Agreste | Hawk Moth, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug & Tikki, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Plagg, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug & Eddie Brock | Venom, Chat Noir & Eddie Brock | Venom, Ladybug & Hawk Moth, Spider-Man & Hawk Moth, Gabriel Agreste | Hawk Moth & Nathalie Sancoeur | Mayura, Gabriel Agreste | Hawk Moth & Eddie Brock | Venom, Marinette Dupain-Cheng & Chloe Bourgeois, Peter Parker & Aunt May, Peter Parker | Spider-Man & Captain Stacy, Chloé Bourgeois & Sabrina Raincomprix, Peter Parker & Harry Osborn, Peter Parker & Flash Thompson, Peter Parker & Liz Allan, Peter Parker & Tom Dupain/Sabine Cheng

Additional Tags: Action/Adventure, Superheroes, Crossover, Family/Friendship, love/romance, Teamwork, Revenge, Humor, Suspense

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48306760

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Adrien & Marinette #💚#💖#❤️#Marinette #Adrien #Peter #Miraculous Ladybug #♦#R:G #A:Smash Fan56 #Crossover

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legendbydesign · 5 years

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Dating advice with Peter Parker.

I hope you enjoy this comic dub! Special thanks to the artist, @alexdrawsagain on Tumblr, for letting me use their artwork. You can find them, and the original comic, in the links below.

ARTIST LINKS alexdrawsagain’s Tumblr: http://alexdrawsagain.tumblr.com/ Original comic: http://alexdrawsagain.tumblr.com/post/184252464163/peter-parker-foreign-exchange-student-dating alexdrawsagain's Twitter: https://twitter.com/AgainDraws

CAST Peter Parker/Spider-Man - LegendByDesign (me) Ochako Uraraka/Uravity - MinaVA (https://www.youtube.com/user/MinaMinaVA) Izuku Midoriya/Deku - Brandonator275 (https://www.youtube.com/user/brandonator275)

Video end card created by TehJaxks on Twitter. Give him a follow: https://twitter.com/TehJaxks

SFX used from www.freesound.org and YouTube.

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nadertigerkay · 5 years

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Tales from Peter Parker: Foreign Exchange Student - Devils on a moonlit night: Epilogue

Epilogue

In the city of New York resides one of the tallest buildings in the city. 'Fisk Towers', a building that deals in mainly financial and market exchange all in the service of Wilson Fisk. Considered by many as one of the richest philanthropists in world providing his wealth for the betterment of humanity. Yet behind that facade lies the enigmatic and calculating criminal mastermind known as, The Kingpin.

A crime boss with an ever reaching and growing control on almost every facet from crime, politics, science, law enforcement and now the super powers race. In his office the Kingpin is seen conversing with a subordinate on the phone. While on his phone his other hand is pushing on a click pen, as it CLICKS and POPS calming his mind.

"Unfortunate about the shippment but than, that's what a backup shipment is planned." Kingpin said smugly

As the Kingpin continues to listen his expression turns from calm to slowly becoming shock. Breaking the pen in process of what he hears.

"And your absolutely certain?" He ask still keeping his calm etiquette manner.

"I see thank you for the update, be certain the pay 'The Enforcers' bail 'Rose' I will let you handle proper punishment." He concludes as he hangs up to make another call.

This time he leaves it on speaker as he listens to the phone ring awaiting the pickup. Finally it stops the caller answers:

"Hello old friend" The caller responds.

"I trust my shipment is under way?" Said the caller his voice slightly muffled by the background noises of monitors.

"Unfortnatly "old friend" your shipment was halted by my cities local vigilantes." Kingpin informed conveying a blatant truth with no stutters of fear.

"Regrettable but I have my own sources of quirks, I had hope to test my powers on the mutant genome." The voice sounded slightly disappointed but quickly relaxed.

"But there's more." Kingpin quickly interjected.

"It appears one of your Yakuza representatives-"

"Yakuza? Kingpin I never sent you Yakuza they don't even work for me much less respect me." The voice cutoff Kingpin, his tone came off surprised as if he rarely displayed the sensation.

"Face it old friend you've been, hehe- (ahem) duped." The voice said with a smug tone sounding almost delighted by Kingpins manipulation.

The Kingpin unfazed by the remark and condescending manner THE voice projected, proceeded to respond.

"I would hold off that boldness, All For One." Kingpin lets go of all pretenses as he calls The Voice by his name.

"Upon arrival to protect the cargo, these Yakuza had your authorization codes along with a special incentive I had assume by you to strengthen our partnership."

"What...... incentive Kingpin?" Said AFO as he slowly loses his mocking demeanor.

"Why from your Nomu stockpile." Kingpin said with such a coy mannerism.

"You insufferable, gluttonous pig you make dealings with Yakuza that have my weapons all without contacting me first!" Said AFO clearly losing his temper.

"Who was the leader of this group so I may make an example of his ilk!"

Kingpin once again unfazed by AFO outburst, an emotion he rarely hears displayed by his friend, takes the time to lite a Cuban cigar. Inhaling from the cigar and its flavor begins to reply.

"I was about to say that "old friend" one of the Yakuza muscles, Souji the thunderer was the leader."

"Souji?!" A brief pause came over AFO as he heard that name. Realizing his outburst was overriding his usual cold, calculating mind he stepped back to reassess the situation and remember.

"Kingpin, Souji the thunderer was killed 2 years ago by an insane vigilante of delusions." AFOF now calmed.

"I know which brings me to my next reveal, an hour ago a autopsy report of his capture revealed he was already operated upon and before he could be further explored his body immediately decomposed to dust."

"Remind you of any group "All For One"?" Kingpin knew the answer but seemed to waited for AFO answer on the subject to test his knowledge.

"I do unfortunately, I thought I had removed that mystical cult from my empire during my reign. But if "The Hand" have returned and are making a move on my operations it could very well jeopardize ALL of our business endeavors." He said with a bluntness, emphasising to Kingpin how all parties should be concerned.

"Agreed, we can not assume Souji was their last resurrected Quirk user, I will begin to coordinate in having our "Pro heroes" and vigilantes if need be to deal with The Hand once and for all." Said Kingpin.

"I look forward to hearing all the details Wilson however there is just one subject we must deal with, I want my Nomu back." said AFO.

"Regrettable "Old friend" but I have already made plans to bid your marvelous creation to whoever is highest bidder." But as Kingpin finished he felt a tight squeeze on his neck looking diwnbtp seeing a human hand emerge from a small shadow like portal.

"I admire you greatly Kingpin but my admiration can only go so far." AFO voice now echoing from the portal, his arms veins bulges as the coiled tighter on Kingpins throat.

"I will,l...... ssseeee .... To its..... Proper return!!!" Kingpin struggled grassping for air.

The hand of AFO lets go of Kingpins throat, retreating back to the portal erasing its existence.

"Splendid Kingpin, I look forward to OUR future business together "old friend." AFO voice sneered on the speaker as he hanged.

Rubbing his neck Kingpin returns to seat from the experience to make another call.

"Get me the numbers of all Maggia dons, its time for the summit."

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Author note: Peter Parker: Foreign exchange student is a comic written and drawn by @alexdrawsagain

#peter parker foreign exchange student #kingpin #wilson fisk #all for one #mha #my hero academia #boko no hero academia #spiderman #spider-man #marvel

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talesofthebnha-marvel · 5 years

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Tales from Peter Parker: Foreign exchange student - Devil's on a moonlit night

"It's a full moon night in the city of New York gunfire and screams of thugs could be heard across nearby neighborhoods. The vigilante duo Daredevil and Moon Knight team up as they bust one of The Kingpins smuggling operation at a warehouse district by the port.

"I'm not afraid to admit it Moon Knight is perhaps my least favorite to team up." Daredevil internally monologue as the effortlessly dodges various gunfire from Fancy Dan.

"My team ups with Knight come more across like babysitting gig, trying to reign in his excessive methods makes me wish I was teaming up with Parker instead hope he's okay in Japan." He continued as he takes a breather hiding in the shadows.

As Fancy Dan stalks the corridors for Daredevil, unbeknownst to him the vengeful Moon Knight stalks him ready to pounce his foe with ease.

"I know Daredevil hates me, which is why it probably shocked him I asked for his help when I confronted him in his civies." Said Moon Knight internally in his thought as he stealthily pounces Fancy Dan viciously pounding his face to unconsciousness.

"But Khonshu be damn, this bust I learned as Jake Lockley was to big to ignore if it meant hurting Kingpin." Moon Knight continued as several thugs rushed him.

Prepared sidesteps backwards while simultaneously throwing several crescent shaped darts into the thugs ligaments. Sending the thugs face first to the floor tripping each other as they writhe in pain.

"MOON KNIGHT BEHIND!" Daredevil called out but it was to late as massive arms burst through the crates grabbing Moon Knight from behind.

Just as Daredevil leaps out to save him, rope catches his foot canceling his momentum as he stumbles to the floor. Looking above he can see a man wearing a Stetson and a tall unknown man beside man. Japanese by his features wearing a construction helmet and a sledgehammer

"Great Montana and why is the big guy giving off vibes of Thor." Thought Daredevil quickly getting out of dodge as he evaded the giants hammer.

Only to be knocked back by the incredible power of his electrical current impact.

"You and that there Moon Knight Of yeres screwed up this time horn head, by the time Souji here is done with ya we're gonna have commemorate that there smear of ya on the wall." Montana said smug like.

But Souji ignored him as he blindly charges roaring like a man possessed with his eyes rolled back. Else where we find Moon Knight struggling to his feet as he feels that same hand touch his shoulders turning quickly to respond:

"WHAT THE H-"

A Massive fist impacts Moon Knight skull before he could finish a word as he finds himself slammed against box after box after box. His body thrown to the side like a rag doll he tries to getup only to cough up blood through his mask.

"Don't get up on my account ya palooka let old Ox pick ya up and straighten ya out like ya did to my pal Dan!" said Ox of The Enforcers in his usual slow brutish tone.

Ox clearly in a rush of rage once again picks up Moon Knight with one arm as he sets up the other pummel his face in.

"Alright big boy you want to play for real because the kid gloves are OFF!"

"AAARRRGGGG!" Ox screamed as Moon Knight slammed both hands on the sides of Ox's face.

Ox's grip released as the big bruiser holds his skull to stop the ringing. To slow to react Moon Knight takes the advantage as he cripples Ox from the legs forcing him to kneel. As Ox tries to get up he looks up to see Moon Knight cracking his knuckles under a dim light.

Elsewhere while that payback is happening, we see Daredevil dodging several attacks from Montana's whips Souji's hammer attack and now a conscious Fancy Dan.

With a well calculated throw Daredevil richochets his billy clubs off the walls and boxes of the warehouse stopping Fancy Dan and Montana in their steps. But not Souji as he rushes in blind only to trip himself as the clubs hits his leg sending face first to wooden planks. Catching his clubs, Daredevil rushes in with no Souji hindering his moves as he pullvaults over Fancy Dan's fist as he slides effortlessly dodging Montana's rope snare. Surprised, Montana soon realizes to late to react as Daredevil springs underneath delivering a vicious uppercut KO.

Sending the western rope trick wilder flying towards broken boxes.

"That makes two now for-

"Ya got lucky with that Yakuza punk and Montana but lets see ya match your kung fu with my aikido!" Fancy leaps forth as he exchanges a dance of fighting styles with Daredevil.

"Despite his diminutive size Dan's always been one to test my skills, he's not lying about aikido part but something tells me he mixed it in with swing style dance moves." Daredevil monologues continue to evade and block attacks.

The two leapt backwards as they try to catch there breaths waiting for the other to come to them. Just than they stopped in there tracks as they turned to see Ox in the shadows.

"Haha! Your in for it now hornhead how ya gonna handle two-"

THUMP!

Fancy Dan's words cutoff as Ox's unconscious body collapsed to the floor. Behind Ox was a bloodied and tattered Moon Knight as he stared menacingly at Dan. Shaken by the Moon Knights visage, Dan panics pulling his gun desperatly, only to have a vicious straight red right hand knock him out cold. Moon Knight looks towards Daredevil giving off a stare of annoyance by being saved than gratitude. In quick succession Moon Knight threw his crescent darts in Daredevils location. Instinctively, Daredevil blocks hearing the THUK sound as they make their mark. He unguards himself feeling nothing only to hear Souji's screams of pain behind him.

Souji now covered in crescent darts like a pin cushion, with one stuck in his left eye tries to attack haphazardly only to swing wild without coordination as he destroys his surrounding. The two vigilantes pair up looking at the other in agreed silence as they dash forward at the rampaging behemoth. There strike is caculated and precise as the pair continue to lay a barrage of body shots to Souji's abdomen. With Daredevil striking blow after blow in conjunction with his billy clubs while simultaneously ducking and weaving Souji's haphazard swings.

Moon Knight surprisingly uses a graceful defensive style to counter and strike with a forceful impact on bruised areas Daredevil has made.

The two soon halted there attacks as Dardevil swings his weight behind Souji quickly launching himself off the back of Souji. This sends the brute tumbling forward from the impact as Moon Knight uses the Yakuza momentum to quickly grab his arm and send him crashing through the walls and right into the waters. His lightning Quirk along with the water exploded into a pillar of energy as Souji sky rocketed over the warehouse crashing into the crates besides Daredevil and Moon Knight. Souji was in other wirds, decommissioned.

Battered and exhausted Daredevil began his search for any clues while Moon Knight tied up the thugs, Enforcers and Souji.

"Hey Moon Knight I think I found something its, faint but I can hear something gimme a hand will ya." Daredevil called out pointing towards an iron floor door, locked and chained.

As the two pry open the lock with great difficulty Moon Knight breaks the silence remarking.

"Grrrr, so what do you think is inside, smuggling Yakuza Quirk users to the U.S. new weapons or -." Moon Knight stops his talk as the lock is brocken, opening the basement door to revealed children, several children.

The Children were starved, dirty and dressed down in nothing but rags or medical gowns. Some try cover their eyes from the bright warehouse lights while others raise there hands at the saviors with small flickers of flames coming out. Daredevil is shocked and speechless at the sight while Moon Knight slightly furrowed his brow as he makes a call.

"Frenchie get a call to the police as soon as you can tell them to bring blankets." Moon Knight ordered only to than make the call again.

"And tell them to buy Happy Meals as many as possible let them know Citizen Knight will cover all expenses.

30 mins passed

As Police swarm the scene lead by Yuri Watanabetjey find the thugs trunch to the warehouse piers polls. They begin to comfort the kids while dragging the Enforcers in cuffs. Meanwhile Souji is wheeled into an ambulance. Daredevil and Moon Knight oversee everything by a nearby rooftop.

"What the Hell was that human/mutant trafficking?"

"Along with Quirk users." Moon Knight pointed out as he revealed the shipping manifest documents.

"According to the report the Maggia and Yakuza have been exchanging a small number of minorities that display even the smallest hint of mutant or quirk manifestation." He said coldly.

"To what end exactly." Daredevil pointed out.

"Don't know, but looking at this they clearly wanted very specific power users that fit a certain 'criteria' in there operations."

"And with Punisher gone."

"The crooks are making bigger moves in child kidnappings." Daredevil finished off Moon Knights sentence.

"We have to take this to the Avengers show this to Cap."

"They won't do jack $#*% there to tied up in paperwork and legal matters to confront something this delicate." Moon Knight scoffed at Daredeils suggestion.

"THIS is bigger than either you or I can handle Specter, kids are being taken from there families and exploited for something they were born with this isn't the time to put your pride over there safety!" Daredevil called out pressing his clubs and Moon Knights chest.

Moon Knight looked at the threayening glance from Daredevil and his billy clubs touching his Armani tattered suit. He flicking the clubs away proceeding shoving the documents into Daredevils chest. As he walks away he stops to turn back.

"Go and tell your Avengers what just happened Matt me I got my own methods and others like me who fight behind the systems, I hope they listen to you." Moon Knight said with small hints of sincerity in the end as his Crescent Moon shaped chapter picks him up.

Daredevil looks up as he sees him leave feeling discontent but looks to the documents as he clinches his fist at the pictures of several of the children missing in the folder.

This story is in expansion with @alexdrawsagain Peter Parker: Foreign Exchange student comic universe.

#marvel #tales from peter parker: foreign exchange student #peter parker: foreign exchange student #mha #bnha #bnha vigilantes #the enforcers #ox #fancy dan #montana #yakuza #moon knight #marc spector #daredevil #matt murdock #kingpin #quirks #quirk trafficking

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clarrissanewt · 2 years

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Peter 'Falling for You' Parker

Pairing: tasm!peter parker x fem!reader

Warnings: none

Summary: you didn't know the desk you sat down at was somebody else's, so instead of telling you to move, peter just sat on your lap, taking notes. Also, you didn't want to move him because he was really familiar and cute

You fell in love a week ago; six days, 21 hours and 35 minutes ago actually. Rubbing the right half of your cheeks, you groggily sat amidst the tumult of other students. Where did you sit? You had no idea, you'd admit.

The last thing you wanted to do was was getting lost again, lost in those ceaseless entity of hickory eyes, the tickle of those brown hair and the flustered smile when you had profusely apologized.

Did second chances exist? You didn't know if you'd again be chanced by Mr whoever he was' presence.

Love at first sight sucked, you winced as the gates opened again with a rowdy boom and thud, trying to get your mind anywhere but the drilling noise in the lecture hall.

Hickory eyes, brown hair, the unmistakably quick reflexes, you wanted to goad about them and do nothing else. And then, much to the silliest horrors of your daydreaming self, when you sensed you chair pulled back, you broke into a nervous sweat.

Why the hell was your brain still trying to be in this stupor? And why the bloody hell your chair was pulled.

Your heart threatened to exchange it's place with your stomach or whatever the fuck was beneath it. You sat on the last aisle because daydreaming was easy, because retreating into the myriad of unmistakably never happening situations was easy, and this time, you didn't know what was happening.

Only seconds later you saw someone sit on your lap, the whole screeching of chairs halting at once, and as you gingerly found out the difference between your heights, you slouched back- you would not be seen.

"Excuse me?" You confronted in a small voice to whoever was sitting on you, his head tilted towards you, and as he smiled at you, you caught on your breath.

Dreaming? Daydreaming? Dying??

"Excused," was all he said and his focus returned back to the professor who was babbling anything in the world.

"No i mean," you leaned forward, keeping atleast two inches between you both, "Why are you sitting on me?"

You heard the reverberating chink of your pen falling on the table as he leaned back, his back pressed against your chest.

Hickory eyes, brown hair, soft soft soft, you internally whined.

And with the endearing feelings, rushed in the whole race of embarrassment as you remembered how a week ago (six days, 21 hours, 49 minutes actually) you had unintentionally jumped on his back, thinking it was your cousin. You could tell he was shocked, almost collapsed on you when you kissed his cheek, shouting a big 'thank you!' as you huffed and looked up at the sunset.

Turned out, contrasting much with your air-headed mood, your cousin was trudging up the hill five minutes after you, shouting a "y/n, hope you didn't die!".

It was only then you realised that you were hiked on a stranger's back who didn't even yeet you off the hill.

You mummered a string of apologies while he only passed a flustered smile, kissing on the cheek. "Welcome," he mumbled close to your ear and was off.

You shook of that day's events, trying to focus on the present. The thing is, he is sitting on you at the moment. Looking at you with unmistakable intrigue.

"As it happens," his head moved in a movement you will equate to the sound of 'boink' , "its my seat."

Stupid, stupid, stupid, you muttered under your breath, always clumsy, air-headed-

"It's nice, isn't it?"

You looked at him as if he read a bon mot in some foreign language. "What's nice?"

"Didn't catch your name."

You rolled your eyes as if to say 'duh'. "Y/n L/n."

"Peter 'falling for you' Parker."

You chewed on the inside of your lips and nodded in agreement.

"It's nice how you get flustered, " he patted your register as he got up. "Don't forget to send me the notes."

Ignoring the stares of the whole lecture hall, you hid a small smirk as you looked at your register; a number was scribbled at leisure, with only a signature- Peter 'falling for you' Parker.

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monaisme · 3 years

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Day 2: “I can’t take this anymore.”

“Dude? Are you sure you’re okay? Ned asked for the millionth time. “Maybe you should call Mr. Stark?”

Peter refrained from rolling his eyes, wholly aware that it would definitely aggravate the headache that hadn’t dulled since, well... Flash. He pulled his binder and Spanish textbook out of his locker. “Ned, seriously, I’m—”

“...Still a loser! Isn’t that right, Penis?”

Peter barely had a chance to brace himself before Flash was slinging his arm and the entirety of his body weight over Peter’s shoulder and laughing. “I still can’t believe you didn’t see that soccer ball coming!”

Peter shoved Flash’s arm off. “Shut up, Flash.” Peter growled. “It’s sort of hard to see something coming when it’s behind you.”

Ned’s eyes widened. “But Pete?” he started, “Your Peter tin—”

How Ned had managed to keep Peter’s identity a secret so far was a mystery. “Yes! Ned!” Peter interrupted. “My Peter tinnitus!”

Ned floundered.

“Yeah, it totally sucks!” Peter’s eyes widened with panic. He definitely wasn’t getting any help from Ned. “It really only flares up when,” he lowered his voice and stared at Flash, “I’m shmucked in the head by uncoordinated teammates.”

“Who are you calling uncoordinated, loser?! That was precision at its finest. In fact, I should totally get someone to hack the school’s security system and get a copy for me! Imagine all the views on my TikTok! Oh! I know—I can loop it! The world will see your idiot face over and over and over... AND over!” Flash finally trailed off with dreams of viral video fame, then looked Peter dead in the eye. “You, Penis Parker, are the best target EVER! I don’t know why I bother with the others.”

Peter’s headache pulsed and he had to bite back a groan. “Look, can we save this for another time, Flash. I’m not in the mood.”

Flash stared at him for a second, blank faced, then quirked an eyebrow. “Okay, Parker, another time? Done. Let’s see how you feel after school, if that’s how you’re gonna be.”

“What? No way—”

“Stuff it, Penis.” Flash got up in his face. ”You’re about to be my new after school ‘appointment.’ Lucky for that foreign exchange student, huh?” With that declaration, Flash flicked Peter between the eyes and headed down the hall towards his own locker and out of sight.

Peter let himself fall back into the lockers and rubbed at his forehead with a defeated sigh.

“Peter?” Ned spoke quietly. “If you want, I can call Mr. Hogan for you. Mr. Stark gave me his phone number for emergencies and if this isn’t one then...”

“Ned, please stop.” Peter begged. “We have one more class and then I can head to the tower, take some painkillers, and forget about Flash and this crappy day.”

“But Flash said—”

“Ned, I know what he said!” Peter snapped, then took a hopefully calming breath. “Let me worry about it, alright? Flash is obviously having one of those days and you know it’s better me than someone else when he gets like this.”

Ned shook his head in disagreement. “Dude, no. Not today. You already feel like shit.”

“Well then, you can go and tell Raveed that Flash is looking for some after school entertainment!”

“Maybe if you talked to Morita...?”

“Seriously, man? Flash has the school admins by the gonads and you know it!” Peter pressed his fingers to his eyes trying to counter the pressure. “Do the iPads in the library generously donated by Harrison Thompson ring a bell?”

Ned snorted. “How someone named Harrison could CHOOSE to name their kid Eugene, I’ll never get it.”

Peter offered a fake chuckle in return as the warning bell rang. “Ugh, have fun in Comp Sci, man.” Peter moved into their handshake. “Meet you back here after class?”

“Naw, Pete, remember?” Ned’s hands followed Peter’s lead. “I’m getting picked up early. Dentist appointment.”

“Well, shit.” Peter huffed. “Wish me luck then.”

Ned bundled Peter in a hug, “Hello? Dentist?! You wish me luck!” Ned teased.”Besides, you don’t need luck, Pete. You’re Spider-Man.” And Ned left Peter standing alone in the hallway.

With no one to fool, Peter deflated. He mumbled a ‘mierda’ and shuffled off to Spanish class.

* * * * * *

Regret.

That was all Peter could focus on as the clock ticked down through the last 20 minutes of class. He regretted not letting Ned call Happy and he definitely regretted leaving his phone in his locker. Now if he wanted to contact anyone, it was with his Starkwatch and that was not something he wanted to deal with. A text saying ‘Hey. Killer headache. Need drugs’ was one thing. Any message sent via the watch was forwarded to ALL of the Avengers—even the newly pardoned ones.

... And he sure as heck wasn’t dealing with them.

He should have listened to Ned.

Or called someone himself.

Or just drowned himself in the boys’ washroom sink to put himself out of his misery.

... And he still had to deal with Flash.

Crap.

Yup. So much regret.

10 minutes—5 minutes—2 minutes...

Time slowed to the point where he wondered if the Time Stone was in play. It was just a fleeting, silly thought, but still too soon. His stomach clenched as he thought back on the time when—

Peter jumped as the final bell of the day rang through the room.

Crap.

He swallowed back saliva, the nausea distracting from his headache for a moment. That is until Flash strutted past Peter’s desk, cuffing him across the back of the head, brightening his pain once again.

“Don’t keep me waiting, Parker!” Flash sang out as he exited the classroom.

Double crap.

He tried to drag it out, slowly packing away his school items with unnecessary care. He’d have taken forever if he could, but that dream died with Senora Ramirez’s, “Vamos, Peter! Rapido por favour!”

Smiling back weakly, he replied, “Si, Senora Ramirez. Adios.” And he skulked out the door.

The hallway was almost empty by the time Peter made it to his locker, thank goodness. While his enhanced healing had barely started to touch his headache, the exhaustion of his metabolism trying and tentative hunger battling with his queasiness were real and uncomfortable. The quiet was good.

He took some deep breaths. “Okay,” he thought, “No thinking about the stones at school.”

More focussed, Peter managed to open his locker and grab his phone as it buzzed with a new text but his attempt to read it was interrupted by a rough shove; Peter’s shoulder connecting painfully with the locker’s frame.

“What part of ‘Don’t keep me waiting’ did you not understand, Penis?” Flash grabbed Peter by the shoulder and spun him around. “This is a smart school, ya’ know. Or maybe Mr. Scholarship doesn’t understand, huh?”

Peter flushed in embarrassment. “I’m smart.” Peter whispered.

“Well, if you’re so smart, you wouldn’t have made me have to come back into the school. Or are you deaf, too?” Flash shoved Peter back into the lockers.

Peter remained silent.

Flash slammed Peter back again, his head snapping back, too. “Dammit, Parker! Why do you make me so angry?”

How could anyone answer that question?

Again, Peter impacted the lockers. “You’re so pathetic, Penis. Standing in the gym, begging me to make you suffer.” Peter slammed again. “It’s so satisfying,” Flash hissed. “You’re practically asking for this.” With that, Flash reared back his fist and slammed it into Peter’s cheek. Spider-Man or not, it hurt, and the white bursts of light behind his eyelids spoke to that.

Was he begging for it?

Peter’s thoughts wandered to the time, in that moment when he slid down the wall to the floor. Had Raveed managed to catch his bus? Was he running late? Maybe his host family had picked him up.

A rough kick to his side pulled him from his thoughts. “There. That’ll keep me going ‘til tomorrow.” Flash grinned and stepped away.

Peter exhaled in relief.

“Nah,” Flash landed another kick to his thigh. “I lied. THAT will keep me going ‘til tomorrow.” Flash turned and jogged down the hall. “See you then, loser!” He turned the corner and was gone.

Peter closed his eyes and tentatively rested his head against the locker. Okay. It was done. He was okay. Peter picked up the phone that had landed on the floor beside him—Raveed had to be gone by now.

His phone buzzed again.

3:04pm

TonyBaloney: Hey! Got Rogues in house for meetings. :(

3:07pm

TonyBaloney: Reschedule?

Peter closed his eyes and inhaled. 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... and held the breath, only to lose his focus when his phone buzzed a third and fourth time.

3:08pm

TonyBaloney: Use that credit card. Buy some Thai for you and Aunt Hottie!

3:08pm

TonyBaloney: But don’t tell her I called her that!

3:08pm

TonyBaloney: Seriously, she’ll kill me.

Peter huffed out a real laugh at that. Aunt May would geld Mr. Stark if she ever found out his nickname for her. Not that he could tell her. But what was he going to do about the weekend? When Mr. Stark had invited him for the weekend, Peter was relieved. May was going away for some training conference in New Jersey and had told Peter to ask Mr. Stark to play babysitter. The spontaneous invite had kept Peter from looking like a kid and May got her wish. Win-win.

... and now none of that mattered.

3:10pm

PBWanKenobi: Np, Mr. STart. See you Tuesday?

3:10pm

PBWanKenobi: *Stark

His phone didn’t buzz again, and Peter didn’t expect it to. The Rogues tended to keep Mr. Stark pretty distracted. Besides, even feeling like hot garbage, Peter could still get excited about a suddenly free night of Spider-Manning. And really, how much energy would he expend helping little old ladies crossing the street?

* * * * * *

Hours later, Peter could ignore that deep ache across his shoulders and back and even the occasional tug as his mask stuck to the healing cut on his cheek. The headache was still a little much (read that as borderline unbearable), but he’d call the evening a win.

He was swinging and considering stopping at that new Mexican place across from the Dunkin’ Donuts for a burrito or two when his Spidey-senses flared and Spider-Man was twisting away from his original course toward an alley about a three blocks down the street.

His senses blared now. “Karen, call 9-1-1.”

“Peter, if I call now, you run the risk—”

“Don’t care.” His neck almost burned from the intensity. “Call now.”

A woman screamed in obvious pain.

“And tell them to send an ambulance.”

“Calling...” Karen responded and left Spider-Man to do what he did best. Save the day.

Spider-Man took no time to assess the situation and react: A man and a woman in a physical altercation- well, more like a behemoth of a man beating the shit out of this poor lady, oblivious to the fact that someone had joined the party.

She’d fallen unconscious, only held up by her hair grasped in his one hand as he pulled his fist back to punch her again with the other. A thwip of webbing and the man’s fist stopped in its path.

“Wha-?”

“Hey! Why don’t you pick on someone your own size?!” Spider-Man called out as he gave the webbing a yank and pulled the man away from his victim while blasting a cushion of webbing onto the concrete beneath the woman’s head.

The man’s initial confusion had passed quickly enough. He tried to remove the webbing from his right hand, but when that failed, simply went after Spider-Man with his left. “You got no business, here, ya’ freak!” He raged as he swung and missed. “She’s my woman! You got no say!” He swung and missed again.

“Dude,”Spider-Man jumped back, “Women have had the vote for, like, a hundred years! I’m pretty sure that she’s,” He jumped back again, “not your property, man!”

“She’s mine, ya’ bastard! And she knows what she did!” he raged, “She deserves everything she gets.” The man lunged one last time, going full bore on the young vigilante—and playing right into the trap. His fist came down as Spider-Man jumped up onto the alley wall. The crunch was nauseating and Peter was sure the man had to have broken at least three knuckle bones, if not several bones in his hand proper. He dropped his knees and cradled his injury, whimpering.

Spider-Man took advantage, securing the man to the ground with more webbing. He wasn’t going anywhere.

That taken care of, he rushed to the still unconscious woman on the ground. Now that he’d taken care of that dude, he could focus. “Karen, ETA on the ambulance?” He kneeled beside her prone body, better taking in her injuries.

“Two minutes, Peter.”

Okay, he could do two minutes. Her breathing was a little rough, and both of her eyes were swollen shut. He looked away, focused on the ground beside her and—were those teeth? This wasn’t the first beaten woman he’d helped, but he couldn’t shake off the feeling that this one was different. He pulled in deep breath, and shook his head to try and clear it... but then this damned headache. No. Help would be here soon and she’d be okay. Yeah, she’d be okay. He was sure of it. He grabbed her hand, “You’ll be fine, lady. Help is coming.”

He pulled in a breath. He was okay.

The man in the webs sneered. “Awww, you’re so cute. Thinking that this is the last of it.” Spider-Man glared back him. The man gave a chin nod in her direction. “Who do you think is gonna bail me out?”

“No one deserves this, man! Why’d you do it? You could’ve killed her?” Spider-Man yelled. “Why?”

The man laughed, ugly and low. “You wanna know why?”

Spider-Man stared back at him.

"I’ll tell you why. ‘Cuz she’s so stupid, the bitch practically begs me to hit her. She needs to remember her place, that she’s nothin’ without me.” The man sneered, “and sometimes, it just feels so damn good.”

Flash’s words from earlier in the day suddenly echoed through Peter’s head. Yeah, Spider-Man was done for the day and Peter had a lot to think about.

“Karen, ETA?”

“Arrival is imminent. Might I suggest taking refuge on a rooftop to avoid detection by the local authorities?”

Peter looked at the bruised and swollen woman on the ground, gently placed her hand at her side, and then Spider-Man plastered a patch of webbing across the woman beater’s mouth. Peter didn’t want to listen to him anymore.

The ambulance and patrol car skidded to a halt in front of the alleyway almost simultaneously. A police officer exited his vehicle with weapon drawn and preparing to clear the alley for the EMTs to come down with their equipment .

“Peter?” Karen inquired.

“Yeah, I know. That’s my cue to leave.” And with the flick of a wrist, Spider-Man was off and away from the scene.

* * * * * *

It was past his curfew, and save for the fact that he was pretty sure he’d saved the life of that woman in the alley, stopped several muggings, a car accident, and finally caught that pickpocket that’d been targeting tourists for weeks—well, he’d regretted every decision he’d made since getting off of the subway after school.

He’d planned to stop after that man, but an inexplicable need to atone for his very existence ate at him and within minutes of stopping on that first rooftop, he was off and at it again.

And now his face still bled, his head pounded, and he wondered if his shoulder had dislocated and then corrected itself at some point in the evening. His ribs ached, his bruises throbbed, and something... something gnawed at his gut. No. Not something. Everything gnawed at his gut and thoughts were swirling around in his brain and he kept wondering why and how and if...”

“Incoming call from Tony Stark.”

Peter closed his eyes and drew in a calming breath.

“Peter?” Mr. Stark’s deceptively calm voice came over the comm. “Care to explain to me why I’m having to give the Spider-Baby a call at 1:27 on a Saturday morning when your curfew is midnight on the weekend?”

He didn’t know what to say, so he stuck to the truth, “I’m just thinking, Mr. Stark. I promise.”

“And you can’t do that from the comfort of your own home?”

Peter closed his eyes. He wasn’t sure that was the best plan, being alone in that exact moment.

“Pete? Are you going to answer me, ‘cuz Karen and FRI are both works of AI genius and I know this call hasn’t dropped.”

Peter inhaled again. That realization made it all too much. He wanted to...

“Pete?” Mr. Stark was alert now. “Pete? What’s going on?”

“I’m...” a sob fought its way free. What was Peter supposed to say? He wanted so badly to say he was good—that he was great and just taking in the cityscape before heading back to the apartment. He wanted to talk about the hot dog vendor who gives him extra sauerkraut on his hot dogs, ‘cuz it’ll put hair on his chest. Heck, he’d have settled for a story about free churros...

But he just felt so heavy.

“Peter, I’m calling up a suit now. I can be to you in two minutes.”

Two minutes? He had two minutes, and then Mr. Stark would know that Spider-Man wasn’t a superhero—he was a distraction, a target, a victim. That he existed solely for the universe to pour all of its hate and misfortune onto him for the benefit of others. That no matter how hard he tried, it would never be enough. That maybe Flash and Toomes and every punch and kick and stab were karma for Ben? His parents? That maybe if he wasn’t here...” Peter sobbed again. How could he say that all in two minutes?

Instead, Peter whispered, “Mr. Stark? I can’t take this anymore.”

There was a silence, then, and Peter panicked at the thought he’d said too much.

“I mean—it’s okay, I just...”

“Pete. Hang on just thirty more seconds, okay? I’m coming to you, right now. Do you hear me?”

Peter nodded.

Mr. Stark chuckled, “I can’t hear you nod, kid.”

“I hear you,” he breathed.

“Okay, ‘cuz I bet there’s a lot of stuff goin’ on in that head of yours that needs some revisiting and I imagine it’s not processing quite right just now, what with the concussion you’ve been dealing with,” Mr. Stark cussed under his breath. “Kid, Karen is telling FRI that you already had that concussion when the suit went on?”

Peter huffed a laugh and looked out onto the city. “Um,” his voice warbled as he answered, “It’s been a pretty shitty day.” He could see Iron Man in the distance.

“Definitely sounds like there’s a story there, kid.” Mr. Stark landed a few feet away then moved towards him, faceplate flipping up to reveal a look of concern. “I want to hear it but first, I think you need this first.” The Iron Man armour melted away and Mr. Stark pulled Peter into his arms.

Peter tensed. The hugging thing wasn’t new for them, but Peter was convinced that he didn’t deserve this—any of this and he couldn’t... couldn’t...”

“Hey, kid, you’re safe here.” Mr. Stark soothed. “I’ve got you.”

Peter burrowed himself into Mr. Stark’s chest, then shook his head ‘no.’

His head hurt so bad and he couldn’t stop crying.

“Hey, FRI? Can he take the mask off?”

A voice spoke out from the watch resting by his ear. “I’m afraid not, Boss. There are several CCTV cameras set for specific ongoing undercover operations. This would disrupt four active stake outs and potential chain of evidence.”

“Damn.” Tony thought for a second. “Hey, buddy,” leaned to talk quietly into Peter’s ear. “I’m gonna give you a lift, ‘kay? We’ll hang out at the tower, just like we planned and have a bit of a staycation this weekend, sound good?”

Peter’s energy level was ebbing but, even still, he remembered, “No, don’t want the Avengers to see me like this.” He pleaded.

“Yeah, they flaked after the last meeting wrapped up, bud. The tower’s free and clear. It’d be you and me and bad 80s sci-fi. What do you say?”

Peter shrugged. It was all he could give.

And Mr. Stark took it. “Okay, kiddo, I’m gonna let of you now so I can get back into my suit, okay? And then I’m gonna pick you up so we can get this party started... whenever you’re ready.”

Peter hesitated, and then pulled himself out of Mr. Stark’s arms. Peter stepped back, looking unsure of himself.

With the tap of a button, the suit completely encased the man in seconds. “Alrighty, then. How do you want to do this, Pete? Piggy-back? Bridal-style?”

Peter was paralyzed with indecision. “I... I... um...”

The faceplate flipped up again and Tony took in the boy’s state, “How’s about dealer’s choice, hey?”

Peter nodded in relief and managed to not squeak when Iron Man scooped him up into his metal arms. “Why don’t you just relax. I’ve got ya’.” And with that, Iron Man rocketed off the rooftop and towards Avengers Tower.

It seemed that Mr. Stark didn’t feel as much urgency returning to the tower as he had when he’d headed over to Peter on the roof.

It was nice.

“Hey, Pete?” Mr. Stark interrupted the quiet, “I’m lookin’ at the injury report that Karen sent FRIDAY. I know you can’t be feeling great, so how’s about we make a quick pit stop at the medbay and get you checked out, huh?”

“I’m fine.” The words left his mouth before he could process it.

Mr. Stark was quiet for a minute, and then, “You know, Pete, just because you can deal with feeling bad or are even used to feeling bad, it doesn’t mean you have to settle for it.”

Peter remained silent.

“You don’t deserve to be in pain, bud.”

How could Peter reply to that? He lowered his head into the Iron Man’s chest and they continued onward.

Within moments, they were touching down on the landing pad outside of the Stark penthouse. Peter waited to be put down, but Mr. Stark walked forward, the suit dismantling around him until it was simply Mr. Stark carrying him.

“Mr. Stark?”

“Hang on, kid. Almost there.” He grunted in exertion.

They made their way to the couch where Tony gently placed Peter, sitting him down on the couch before planting himself on the coffee table in front of it.

“Okay, first things first,” Tony announced and reached forward to carefully remove the Spider-Man mask.

Peter allowed it, but kept his eyes lowered.

But Mr. Stark wouldn’t allow that. Mr. Stark cupped Peter’s cheek and guided Peter’s face upward. Peter tried to look away, but Mr. Stark refused to allow it.

“Peter Parker, you look me in the eye right now, please.”

His tears welled up again, but he did it.

“Good job, kid. Now I need you listen to me, and you listen to me good.”

Peter couldn’t look away.

“You do not need to be okay with feeling bad.”

Peter shook his head to disagree.

Tony continued. “You do not deserve to feel bad,” Tony wiped away Peter’s tears. “And you sure as hell do not need to hide from any of the people that love you that you feel bad.”

Mr. Stark moved his calloused hand from Peter’s face to brush a curl from his forehead. “If you need a list of people who love you, they include, but are not exclusive to: Your Aunt May, Ned, MJ, Rhodey—who still wants you to call him Uncle Rhodey, by the way.”

Peter chuckled.

Mr. Stark beamed, “Now where was I? Oh, yeah! Happy—just don’t tell him I told you,” Mr. Stark gave a conspiratorial wink at that one. “Pepper! And Brucie! Do I need to keep going? ‘Cuz I will. Hell, I bet that guy that makes your sandwiches loves you, kid.”

Peter didn’t know what to say.

“I’m at the top of that list, Peter.” Peter could hear the affection in Mr. Stark’s voice.

“You, Mister Peter Park, are allowed to not be okay. Sometimes life is shit, but half the fun is in getting through this together. You got me?”

Peter managed a timid nod.

“Good, so do you wanna go to the medbay and see if we have something for the killer headache you’ve got to have?”

“Please,” Peter replied.

“You’re feeling pretty bad?”

“Yeah, and, uh...” Peter didn’t quite know how to say it. “Um, I’m not okay.”

Tony shuffled closer, pulled Peter into an all-encompassing hug, and whispered, “I hear you, Peter, but we’re gonna get you there.”

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imaginesoftheroundtable · 4 years

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Masterlist!

* is headcanons

Request Rules

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Athuriana:

Random Mordred Headcanons*

Mordred x Reader: Cuddles

Mordred x Reader: Jealous Kiss Under The Moonlight

Mordred x Reader: Birthday

Mordred Giving Kisses*

Mordred Receiving Kisses*

Lancelot Receiving Kisses*

Gawain x Reader and Mordred x Reader Relationship Headcanons*

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K.

Saiki Kusuo x Male!Reader: Today Is The Day

Saiki Kusuo x Male!Reader: Meeting and Falling in Love*

Saiki Kusuo x Female!Reader: Learning to Love

Saiki Kusuo x Male Horror Artist!Reader*

Saiki Kusuo x Female Childhood Best Friend*

Saiki Kusuo x Italian Reader*

Saiki Kusuo First Kiss Headcanons*

(Platonic) Saiki Kusuo and Older Sibling Reader*

Saiki Kusuo With A Female S/O Meeting His Parents*

Saiki Kusuo Telling Reader About His Powers*

Saiki Kusuo Doesn’t Want Female Reader To Meet His Parents*

Saiki Kusuo’s Female S/O Meeting His Grandparents and Brother*

Kaidou Shun x Sick!Reader Headcanons*

Kaidou Shun x Reader: Meeting His Comrades

Kaidou Shun x Female Foreigner! Reader*

Kaidou Shun x Shy!Reader*

Kaidou Shun x Male Delinquent Reader*

Kaidou Fluffy Headcanons*

Jealous Kaidou x Reader*

Kaidou First Date and Kiss*

First Time Sleeping in the Same Bed With Kaidou*

Kaidou Cuddle/Play Wrestling Headcanons (Fem Reader)*

Kuboyasu Aren x Female Reader Fluff Headcanons*

Kuboyasu Aren x Short American Exchange Student Reader*

Kuboyasu Aren With A Female S/O Wearing His Jacket*

Kuboyasu Aren With a Very Affectionate Reader*

Aiura Mikoto x Female Reader Relationship Headcanons*

Hairo Kineshi x Female Reader Who Play Video Games but Gets Angry Easily*

Kusuke Crushing on Kusuo’s Female Friend*

Yumehara Chiyo x Female Reader Relationship Headcanons*

Akechi Touma Cuddle Headcanons (Fem Reader)*

Akechi Touma Fluff Headcanons*

Akechi Touma x Gentle and Calm Reader*

Saiki and Kaidou With a Pure Female Reader*

Saiki and Kaidou With a Female Reader Spending the Night and Wearing One of Their Shirts*

Saiki and Kuboyasu Cuddling Headcanons*

Saiki and Kuboyasu Being Caught By Their Parents Acting Lovey-Dovey With a Female Reader*

Saiki and Kuboyasu and How They Ask Their Female S/O Out*

Saiki and Kuboyasu With A Female Reader With Super Strength*

Kuboyasu and Kaidou With A Female Reader Being Intimidated By Their Parents*

Hairo and Kuboyasu’s Female S/O Spending the Night For the First Time*

Kaidou and Akechi With A Reader Who Likes to Spend a Lot of Time With Them*

Saiki, Kaidou, Kuboyasu, and Nendou With a Reader Who’s Been Catcalled*

Saiki, Kuboyasu, and Hairo Doing Their Female S/O’s Make Up and Vice Versa*

Saiki, Kuboyasu, and Hairo With A Female S/O Being Insecure When it Comes to Teruhashi*

Saiki, Kuboyasu, and Hairo With a Reader Kissing Them Goodnight In Front of Their Parents*

Saiki, Kaidou, and Akechi With a Fem Reader Who’s Goofy and Laid Back*

Saiki, Kaidou, Hairo, and Kuboyasu With A Youtuber Reader*

Saiki, Hairo, and Kuboyasu With a Female Reader Who’s Lazy*

Saiki, Hairo, and Kuboyasu With an Idol Reader*

Saiki, Hairo, and Kuboyasu With an Affectionate and Always Tired S/O*

Saiki, Kuboyasu, and Akechi With a Fem Crush Who Got Punched in the Stomach*

Kaidou, Kuboyasu, and Kusuke With a Reader Who Loves to Hug and Get Hugged*

Jealous Saiki, Kuboyasu, and Akechi*

Kaidou, Kuboyasu, and Mikoto With a Best Friend Reader*

Kaidou, Kuboyasu, and Kusuke With a Reader Who Loves Hugs*

Chisato, Kaidou, and Akechi With a Female Reader Who Likes to Spoil Them*

Mikoto x Saiki Relationship Headcanons*

DC:

Impulse x Male!Reader

Wally West x Male! Son or Eris!Reader*

Garfield Logan x Male!Reader Who is Childhood Friends With Damien Wayne*

The Legend of Zelda:

Dark Link x Zelda’s Brother! Reader (BOTW): Waiting for Hope

Shadow Link Confessing Headcanons*

Link x Reader: Hyrule Logic

Link x Reader Cuddling Headcanons*

Mute!Link x Reader

Link x Mute!Reader Headcanons*

Marvel:

Peter Parker x Trans Male!Reader: Coming Out

Peter Parker x Trans Male! Reader: This is Home (Songfic)

Peter Parker x Male! Reader: Insecurities

Genderfluid!Loki x Reader: Meeting the “Family”

Loki x Reader: Magic Training

Loki x Reader: “I Thought I Lost You”*

Loki x Reader: “Be You. No One Else Can”

Stardew Valley:

Sebastian x Male!Reader Relationship Headcanons*

Other:

The Glass Scientists: Jekyll and Hyde Transformation

Voltron: Legendary Defender: Lotor x Reader Headcanons*

Ducktales: Donald Duck: The Best There Ever Was Part 1 Part 2

Fate Series: Cú Chulainn x Reader Relationship Headcanons*

Trials of Apollo: Apollo x Reader Relationship Headcanons*

#masterlist #gosh i hope these links work

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alexdrawsagain · 2 years

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Good to have you back guy! The new comic was well worth the wait hope get see more new stuff but I get you're busy with your own things so no rush it's all good.

Hey it's good to be back now i just gotta brainstorm some new content i can make quickly to get myself and my stamina back to speed! Thanks again for understanding!

#alexdrawsagain #peter parker foreign exchange student #asks #thanks for the love

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strawberry-lemonade · 5 years

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MCU crossover Drabble

“Peter! Wake up or you’re gonna miss your ride!”

Peter groaned and rolled out of his bed. He had just gotten home from Germany with Mr. Stark and he was still exhausted.

School is gonna be torture.

He stood up to go to the bathroom when he noticed a suitcase that looked like it was about to explode from the amount of clothes in it.

Then he remembered it was Saturday. And he had a flight to France with MJ and Aunt May in 3 hours, which meant he had to leave in 10 minutes.

“Be down in 2!” He called, while frantically jumping into some pants. He tripped and fell, still with the pants not fully on.

“Peter? What was that?” Aunt May yelled from the kitchen.

The smell of waffles filled his room. Not wanting Aunt May to come in and see him tangled up in pants, he rushed to answer.

“I tripped over my shoes! I’m fine!” He completely yanked the pants on and ran into the bathroom to freshen up. He brushed his teeth and rinsed his face.

Peter was in the kitchen in less then 10 seconds, which resulted in him sliding across the floor and biffing it on the table.

“Oof”

May laughed and handed him a plate of waffles and patted his head.

“Excited for today?”

Peter jumped into his chair and wolfed down the waffles. He nodded vigorously, then ran back into his room to grab his suitcase and throw on some shoes.

—-

By the time he was finished, Aunt May was already on the porch waiting for him.

“Do you have a toothbrush? Deodorant? Underwear? Socks? Razor? Soap? Your suit? Web slingers?”

Peter nodded for every question until the last one. He ran back inside and came out with web slingers and deodorant, just in time it seemed, as Happy pulled up in a black SUV.

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At the airport

Michelle looked up from her sketchbook to see Peter running up to her.

Right...

She thought.

Guess I’m not getting away from the dorks.

When he finally reached her, he stopped and waited for Happy and May.

They met up and started walking toward the baggage check.

——

Michelle sighed as she finally got to sit down.

It didn’t last long as her flight was called to start boarding. She tapped Peter and pointed to the gate.

He immediately understood and left with her to board the plane.

——

May and Happy were already in the seats in front of them.

Peter passed out as soon as he buckled up. He started snoring. Loudly.

Great. He snores.

MJ rolled her eyes and put in some headphones before laying back in her seat and closing her eyes.

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In Paris, France

MJ woke up to Peter poking her and trying to take out her headphones.

She slapped his hand away and looked outside to see a swarm of pink, red, and white coming towards them. She ducked down and hid until Peter tapped her shoulder, laughing. She glared at him and immediately he tried to explain himself.

“Save it. I really don’t care.”

They left the plane and Happy drove them to their new home for the next year.

It was a bakery... a really tall bakery... Michelle shrugged it off and peered inside. A girl looking to be 15 was frantically running around, probably looking for something.

She opened the door and relished the sweet smell of pastries.

"Salut! Que puis - je faire pour toi?” The girl stopped to greet them when she heard the bell.

A look of recognition crossed her face and she switched to English, almost perfectly.“Michelle and... Peter! Right? The foreign exchange students?”

Michelle nodded and Peter surged forward to shake her hand.

Eager are we?

Michelle shuffled closer and waved.

"Désolé pour lui... Il est un peu excité.." Michelle apologized in perfect French.

("Sorry about him... He's a little excited.")

The girl giggled and shook her head. It’s fine. She seemed to say.

Michelle couldn’t quite place what, but she felt something bright when she looked at the girl. They locked eyes and for a moment she understood what it was.

Can I show you to your rooms?

Yeah, sure!

They’re just up here.

Follow me.

Peter come on!

Why is he looking at us like that?

“MJ? Where are you going?”

“She’s showing us to our rooms! Weren’t you listening?”

“No, because there was nothing to hear. All that happened was you staring into her eyes and then you guys started up the stairs.”

This time the other girl turned around.

“What? But we had an entire conversation?”

“... girls are weird” Peter shook his head and climbed up after them.

Michelle had to admit, the room she was sleeping in was really pink. Like, too pink. She was guessing they thought she liked pink. Marinette must have caught on because she explained immediately.

“Michelle, you’ll be bunking with me in my room, feel free to snoop around while I grab your bags and show Peter to his room.”

“You really don’t have to do that, my bags are pretty heavy, I can get them myself.”

Too late.

The girl had already left to show Peter and grab the bags.

Not even 5 minutes later, the girl walked in while holding 6 bags effortlessly. She set 3 down and took the rest to Peter.

When she came back in, MJ had already started unpacking. She picked the Chaise as the bed under the skylight looked to be taken already.

“I never caught your name?” MJ said, not looking up from her suitcase.

“I never threw it.”

“Huh, that’s the first funny thing I’ve heard in 3 years.”

“Thanks. I’m Marinette. Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

“I’m Michelle Jones and that’s Peter Parker, yes Peter I see you spying on us.”

Marinette laughed and invited him in.

It seemed like a good start to the year.

#spideybug #peter x marinette #marinette x peter #ml wtf au

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the-salty-asian · 4 years

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The Spider and The Fly | The Spider Wasp

Series Masterlist

Warnings: language, protesting?, creepy guy harassment, mention of death, and fighting

Summary: Peter’s friends aren’t too fond of y/n.

Word Count: 3.1K

The crowded halls of Midtown High would always annoy y/n. Yet she praised them for hiding her as she eavesdropped on the argument Peter and his friends were having.

“There’s just something off about her, man.”

“Something off? Have you seen us!? There’s a little something off about us Ned!”

“You’ve barely known her for a week Peter!”

“But guys I’ve ne-

“Yea, yea you’ve never felt this way before.”

Peter’s face softened, “MJ, I’m sorry I didn’t feel-”

“It’s whatever Peter, it’s in the past. I just think she’s hiding something. We’re trying to look out for you.”

Peter sighed, “Maybe you guys are right, but she needs friends right now. She’s a newbie.”

Y/n frowned. Any sane person could see that Peter was heavily influenced by his friends when it came to making decisions. There was no possible way for her to get closer to Peter until his friends trusted her too.

She rounded the corner, “Hey Pete! Ned, MJ.”

MJ and Ned shared an annoyed glance behind Peter’s back while he stepped toward her.

“Y-y/n hey!”

“Only my friends call me MJ,”she shot her a dirty look before retreating down the hallway. She left the three staring at her back until she disappeared into the wall of students.

“Well isn’t she just a dark ray of sunshine today.”

Peter rubbed at the back of his neck, “I’m sorry about MJ, she’s not one to make friends easily.”

Ned shot his best friend a wary glance that didn’t go unnoticed by y/n’s eyes. Even if he wasn’t as open about his feelings towards her, y/n knew that there was some trust to be gained.

“So I’ve noticed.”

Y/n had found herself a permanent spot at the deemed “losers” table, much to Michelle and Ned’s disliking. By the third day, Peter had stopped gazing at Liz across the cafeteria. Even now she attempted to drill holes in the back of y/n’s head as she made him laugh.

“Hey guys I have something to show you.”

Her hands dipped into her bag and grasped for the box amongst the crumpled papers. It’s contents clinked together as she pulled it out and into the table. The second the boys laid eyes on its cover, their mouths fell agape.

“No waaayy!”

“I heard you guys were building a LEGO Death Star and I thought it’d be cool to add to your collection!”

“The Millennium Falcon!? That’s hella expensive, y/n!”

“I found a guy selling it online for cheap,”she lied.

The cheapest that the toy was going for was $50, even on the sketchiest of websites. Y/n had found it much easier to slip it in her bag and walk out the employee exit of the store.

Peter took the box from her hands and set it between him and Ned. Their eyes roamed the picture on the front while they grinned from ear to ear.

“I’ll need some help building it of course.”

Ned beamed at her,“We got you!”

“Yea totally!”Peter’s eyes lit up. “Hey do you wanna help us finish the Death Star first?”

The grin on Ned’s face fell and his eyes flickered to Michelle behind her book. Y/n felt the tension twist around her neck like a rope. She had to be careful to not kick the chair she balanced on.

“I’d love to Pete, if that's ok with you Ned?”

“Yea, I guess.”he looked like a kicked puppy. “Hey Pete, we gotta pick something up from the workshop before lunch is over.”

“No we don-”

“Yes.We.Do”

Ned’s fingers closed around Peter’s wrist, pulling his best friend up with him. Together they weaved their way out of the cafeteria, leaving y/n stranded with Michelle. She nervously eyed the book covering the girl’s face and hoped that it’d shield her for the rest of lunch.

“Winning us over with materialistic things, good play y/n.” She rested the book in her lap. “It won’t work with me though, sorry.”

The smile on y/n’s lips faltered but she quickly recovered. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”

“Yea sure.”

With that, Michelle shoved her book into her bag and followed the direction that Peter and Ned had gone.

The rest of the week went by in a flash and soon enough y/n sat on the floor next to a nearly finished LEGO Death Star. It would’ve been complete the next day. However when y/n arrived at Peter’s door the next day, she found the two boys standing apologetically, a heap of LEGO pieces between them.

“Can you tell me why we have to rebuild it again?”

The two boys exchanged a nervous glance. Y/n could tell there was a secret linked between them, something she may already have known.

“Oh um Peter scared the living shit out of me and I kinda dropped it?” Ned blused.

Y/n’s lips turned up into a smirk, “Ah right.”

Over the past few afternoons of LEGOs and witty conversations, Ned had warmed up to her. They began to banter as if they had known each other their whole lives. As they laughed over her latest remark, y/n couldn’t help but notice Peter’s eyes on her.

“Here you do the last piece, y/n.”

From the corner of her eye, she saw Ned’s face fall. LEGOs were a sacred thing the two boys had let her in on, much against his protests.

“Actually,”she grabbed Ned’s wrist and turned his palm towards the ceiling. “I think Ned should do it instead, Pete.”

A childish grin spread across Ned’s face as she pressed the plastic into his hand. His eyes whispered to her a silent thank you before he snapped the piece into place. High fives were passed around as they looked over their creation with pride. Their celebration was cut short by the smoke alarm and the slamming of an oven door. Smoke poured into Peter’s open doorway soon followed by May Parker. She leaned against the door frame leisurely waving the air with her oven mit.

“Hey, are you two joining us for dinner? I made my famous meatloaf!”

Y/n was quick to catch the warning glance that Peter gave his friend as Ned stumbled over his words. “I can’t Ms. Parker. I gotta head home.”

Her bottom lip jutted out, “Aww ok Ned, it was good to see you!”

“Yea you too Ms. Parker!”

Ned quickly shuffled past her and y/n contemplated following after him.

“How about you, y/n?”

Her stomach dropped, there was no getting out of this one. She had skirted by May’s dinner requests a couple of times, but she had run out of excuses.

Y/n looked nervously from Peter to his aunt, “Oh no, I don’t want to intrude.”

“Oh please sweetheart! I’ve been dying to meet the girl Peter doesn’t shut up about!”

Peter’s eyes widened, “MAY!”

A real laugh escaped y/n’s lips at how red he had turned.

“Y-you don’t have to if you want to. I’m sure-“

“Peter give her a break!”she laughed and took y/n’s hand in hers giving it a warm squeeze. “Will you join us?”

It took all that was in her not to flinch at May’s foreign, soft touch. She regained the smile on her face, “Yes, of course.”

“Great! Peter, will you set the table?”

To say the least, May Parker was no gourmet chef. With every swallow of meatloaf y/n had to choke down, she regretted her response to a dinner invitation. Every few seconds she’d glance at Peter who would flash her an apologetic smile. Meanwhile, his aunt was rapidly firing questions at her. She answered them with ease, all rehearsed parts of a script.

“What do your parents do?”

“Oh well my father-”how was she supposed to tell her that her father was set on killing the Avengers? “Is a traveling businessman.”

“And your mother?”

Her mother, the word was a knife to her bruised heart. She would tell the truth for this one, for her mother.

“S-she’s no longer with us.”

May reached for her hand across the table,“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry to hear that!”

Much to y/n’s relief, May stopped her questions shortly after that. Instead, she shared stories of baby Peter that made him cover his face with his hands in embarrassment. Some of them even coaxed a laugh to tumble from y/n’s lips.

“Will you stay for dessert?”

“As much as I’d love to! I should probably get home, it was very nice meeting you Ms. Parker!”

“Oh no please, call me May, y/n!”

“Have a goodnight!”

Peter held the door for her and quickly ushered her outside before May could break out the photo albums from the shelf. Only when he closed the door did he calm down a bit.

He raked a hand through his curls, “Thanks for coming I-i know May’s not the best cook but she-“

“It was fine Peter. Thanks for having me.”

She held his gaze all the while stepping closer to him until she almost had to crane her neck to look at him. Her arms wrapped around his middle and her face pressed into his strong chest. Peter hesitated before he enveloped her in his arms and his hands splayed on her back. They stayed like that for a moment making it a game of who would let go first. Y/n lost. She pulled away from Peter’s warmth and opened her apartment door.

“Oh um goodnight, y/n!”

“Goodnight Pete,”she giggled at the state her hug left him in.

She closed the wood with a click, leaving a flustered Peter standing in the hallway. Through the spyhole she watched as Peter cheered silently before dancing happily through his door.

Things were starting to run more smoothly, Ned would greet her at lunch and y/n had received multiple dinner invitations from May. The only one who seemed to still give her the cold shoulder was Michelle. Y/n had tried every way she had known to get Michelle to like her. From bringing her all of her favorite foods at lunch to conversations about her favorite novels, the bookworm wasn’t easily swayed. But she herself even told y/n, materials meant nothing to Michelle. Y/n had spent every minute in class finding ways to get the girl on her side.

In front of her a couple girls whispered in hushed tones. Their giggles weren’t hard to notice but what had caught her attention was “protest”. She leaned over and tapped the closest girl on the shoulder.

“Hey what protest?”

“Oh, the women’s rights protest in Kissena Park! I didn’t take you for the protesting type.”

A wry smile formed on her lips, “I’m gonna give it a go, yea.”

Up until the bell rang, y/n was itching to find Michelle before she disappeared in the hive of students. When the clock finally reached 2:45, she was the first one out the door and running down the hall to her locker. Heads turned to look at her curiously as she ran about Midtown High’s campus in search of Michelle Jones. She found her almost to the school’s front doors.

“Hey! MJ-Michelle wait!”

To her surprise, she stopped in her tracks and spun around to meet her. Y/n’s shoes squeaked against the linoleum floor in an attempt to stop herself from colliding with her. Michelle’s face was washed in annoyance, her eyes stared down at y/n’s bent over figure.

“Well?”

“I w-was wondering if you were going to the women’s rights protest. The one in Kissena Park?”

“Yea,” Michelle crossed her arms over her chest while her dark eyes worked over y/n. “What about it?”

“Can I maybe join you?”

She took the request into consideration, chewing it over in her brain. Y/n almost thought that Michelle would spit it back in her face.

“Yea I don’t care, why not?”

“Great! I’ll meet you there?”

Michelle was already walking away, “Whatever.”

The fictional smile on y/n’s face while her eyes remained on the girl’s back. What an afternoon it was going to be.

Two hours later, y/n found herself getting off the bus right outside Kissena Park. A large crowd of women were already gathering at the front gate, signs in tow. After some searching, y/n finally found Michelle amongst them wielding a “guns have more rights than my vagina” sign.

Y/n’s mind panicked, she didn’t have a sign to flaunt. Her eyes scanned the crowd for an easy sign to pick off someone. And there it was, her saving grace. A large pink sign was propped up against the iron fence that read, “A vagina brought you into this world, a vagina can vote you out.” She shrugged, it was good enough for her.

“Hey Michelle!”

She spun around to reveal a wild grin on her face. This was Michelle in her element, no walls and no guard up. Her eyes surveyed the sign in y/n’s eyes before letting out a laugh.

“I like your sign.”

“Thanks, I like yours too.”

“Well come on, women’s rights aren’t gonna win themselves!”

At first. y/n didn’t appreciate the crowd, it made her on edge. Nothing good came out of waiting in large numbers. But as she watched Michelle’s defenses unravel she too felt the knot on her worries loosen. Soon enough they were walking side by side yelling with the crowd.

The girls walked the remainder of the park after the protest had finished. Y/n had finally chipped away at Michelle’s wall as they giggled endlessly over books and the students of Midtown High.”

“Who am I now?”Michelle bent her knees slightly. “You guys wanna take a ride in my new whip that’s not actually mine! Oh hey there’s Penis Park-“

“What are some pretty ladies like you doin down here?”

They had been too busy laughing that they hadn’t noticed the man approaching them on the other side of the walkway. Michelle was quick to brush past him but not quite enough. The man grabbed her by the upper arm and shoved his face in hers.

“Hey I’m talking to you!”

Michelle’s eyes were bulging with fear and she wasn’t strong enough to pull away from the stranger’s grip.

“Hey asshole don’t touch her!”

Y/n’s hands grabbed at his jacket sleeve and she aimed her knee at his lower half. It’s first attempt connected with his stomach and the second his groin. The attacker crumpled to the cement clutching his asset. Y/n wasted no time in kneeling beside him and taking his face in one hand. Her mouth hovered over his ear and she made sure that Michelle couldn’t see her next action.

She slipped a twenty dollar bill into his jacket pocket, “Sorry about that Kev’ I gotta make it believable.”

With that she stood and kicked him once in the ribs for good measure before turning towards Michelle. Her jaw was as low as the floor and her eyes wide with awe.

“Wow that was badass!”

“Thanks,”she took a hold of her hand. “I think we should get out of here.”

Michelle led y/n to the bus station, reenacting the fight scene the whole way there. Y/n couldn’t help but laugh as she punched the air in front of her with a few added sound effects.

“Hey,”Michelle stopped them just before the bus stop. “you maybe wanna come to my house tonight?”

She cracked a smile, “I’d love to.”

They say a person’s room often reveals a lot about them. This much was true about Michelle’s. Every surface was adorned with stacks of books except a small designated area for academic trophies. Crammed in the small space left on her dresser were three framed photos. One was of her family all gathered around a Christmas tree, another a photo of Midtown’s Academic team. The last one caught y/n’s eye, Michelle was holding the camera while Peter had his arm wrapped around her shoulders. They both grinned up at y/n who had taken the photo in her hands.

“I’m sorry for the mess I don’t really have visitors.”

At the sound of Michelle’s voice, she thrust the photo back into its place. The bookworm emerged in the doorway with her arms overflowing with snacks.

Y/n pointed at the photo, “So you and Peter huh?”

“Oh um no,”her eyes focused on her sock clad feet. “We’re just friends.”

“I’m not sure what you’re into but I got some movies that aren’t Star Wars, if you wanna watch those?”she laughed.

“Yea that’d be great!”

After two movies and a ton of snacks, the two girls laid on their backs staring into the abyss before them and listening to the sounds of the city outside Michelle’s window. A soft silence settled in the darkness around the bed. Y/n could sense the slowing of the girl’s breaths and prayed that Michelle was a heavy sleeper. Yet it was quite the opposite. Minutes passed before y/n attempted to slide off the mattress, when she was met with Michelle’s sleepy voice.

“Can I confess something?”she mumbled into the darkness.

Internally she did a victory dance, confessions were good. Y/n hummed beside her and felt the shift in the mattress as Michelle rolled over to face her. She followed in suit, her eyes finding Michelle’s dark ones.

“I’ve never really had a girls’ night.”

She feigned a gasp, “Really?”

A pain settled in her chest, it was her first girls’ night as well, and she was spending it to get information to kill the girl’s best friend. This was all kinds of fucked up on y/n’s part.

“Yea I don’t really like the female population at Midtown, but you’re different. I don’t know how just yet but you are.”

Y/n’s stomach sank. She was different because she wasn’t meant to be a regular teenager. Her sole purpose was to serve her father. Even if that meant to kill Peter Parker.

“Thanks?”

“I’m still new with this compliment thing. Give me a break.”

“Goodnight Michelle.”y/n chuckled.

“MJ.”

“What?”

She rolled over to face y/n again. Her eyes shone in the moonlight filtering through her window and a rare toothy smile was plastered on her face.

“You can call me MJ.”

A/n: After this I kinda want to turn it into an MJ x reader fic lmao.

Taglist: @rebekamckenzie @blossomreed @pluckypete @moistpotatobear

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legendbydesign · 5 years

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You never know where he's looking. :P

I hope you enjoy this comic dub! Special thanks to the artist, alexdrawsagain on Tumblr, for letting me use their artwork. You can find them, and the original comic, in the links below.

ARTIST LINKS

alexdrawsagain’s Tumblr: http://alexdrawsagain.tumblr.com/ Original comic: http://alexdrawsagain.tumblr.com/post/181716946258/did-parker-ever-tell-class-1-a-the-truth-about-how

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Peter Parker/Spider-Man - LegendByDesign (me) Ochako Uraraka/Uravity – MinaVA (https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCxTXOL0QxnxBh7bJ_iz2KVA)

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SFX used from www.freesound.org and YouTube.

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nadertigerkay · 5 years

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Tales from Peter Parker: Foreign Exhange student: Scorpion hunt for the hero killer Pt2

Sometime later

Limping and bleeding out, the female hero costumed in a beetle inspired design finds herself exasperated and panic as the Hero Killer approaches. Garbed in an attire of a ninja, with mixture of red and black while his face is covered in several bandanas no doubt to reel in his unruly hair. He slowly moves in a katana in hand as he licks the blood from blade. The heroes movements are quickly frozen in place unable to move desperately crying to herself

"Why can't I move?!!" She screamed hoping her panic tears would be heard.

As she finds herself face first to the ground she can see the killer ready to thrust the blade until...

"HEY!!" shouted the Scorpion across the alley as Stain looked up to see the yeller.

Reacting without thought, Stain quickly throws one of his dagger with almost lighting speed. However the Scorpion quickly counters with his mechanical tail sending the blade back as it pass his owners face right by the side of the wall. Unfazed, Stain held his ground staring at this stranger.

"Oh thank you hero please save me fro-"

"Shut up, I ain't here to save nobody especially some Beetle poser." Scorpion insulted as he cut her off using his tail to knock her out.

"I came to see you ' Hero Killer!'

"My business is not with you villain, leave me to my work or I share her fate." The killer threaten.

"Oh I ain't here to stop ya pally, I'm just a simple foreigner is all, I just got ask ya something is all." Scorpion explained.

The Hero Killer saw no ill intents from this stranger yet he could feel his aura of treachery and insanity lurking behind that false sense of camaraderie. For now he played along in order to gauge this new face.

"Very well foreigner, I am Stain ask your question and leave me to my mission."

Scorpion was a bit taken back by this 'Stain' character and pissed off. How dare he makes threats to me, Scorpion thought. But he remembers to keep his cool, he's Mac Gargan the detective first and Scorpion second on this case.

"Okay Stain, the names Scorpion." He introduced.

"I've been looking ya over for some time now trying to figure your M.O. all them heroes you killed or injured no relations what so ever. Yet one thing is common there all heroes. Its clearly not about the money, no real motive for payback and clearly puck and choose who lives and dies." Scorpion explained trying to inflate his ego as a detective.

"GET TO THE POINT!" Stain grew impatient.

Scorpion frowned holding back his gritted teeth from showing from Stains yelling.

"I was getting to that 'friend'." Said Scorpion losing his demeanor.

"Why? What are trying to accomplish offing off these loser heroes?" Scorpion asked in a serious tone.

Stain smiled a cold smile as he sheathed his sword.

"You are correct, I seek no monetary gain nor have these so called 'heroes' wronged me in the past." Stain confirmed Scorpions deduction.

"I seek out the false heroes that solely use there powers for wealth and fame, putting the needs of the people second for there own ambitions while ignoring there obligations as public servants first." Stain explains.

"Its an insult that they call themselves heroes, I have made it my mission to cleanse this world of false heroes, I will never stop for only All Might is worthy of the title hero! Only his sense of justice will I allow to bring about my defeat!" Stain continues as he slowly ramps up his rant.

"Does that answer your curiosity?"

Scorpion felt a bit taken back by the hero killer almost as if Stains aura swallowed him whole. Seeking to hold his ground Mac composes himself taking a quick breath to ease his nerves.

"And people say I'm crazy." Scorpion mocked.

Stain narrowed his eyes at Scorpion, annoyed by his flippant tone.

"Listen I hate these wannabe heroes as much as the next guy, but at the end of the day no chump can just live off good will and samaritan service."

"People gotta eat, pay taxes and all that other bureaucratic crap we can't all live up to that high horse ideal of the perfect hero crap, so you can stick your bull%@$# college thesis up your @$$ pally loser!!" Scorpions retorted.

"Thanks for wasting my time." Scorpion walks away as he turns his back spitting at a trash can in a disrespectful manner as he makes a leap to the neareat fire escape ladder.

"Come back please, DON'T LEAVE ME!!!" The pro hero awaken begging for Scorpions help.

"F@$# OFF LOSER!!" Scorpion continues move on unmoved by the heroes cries.

"Foreigner villain, what does he know of our way in the end they will all learn." As he prepares to lunge his blade, Stain halts his action as he hears the voices of the oncoming team members of his victim closing in. Disappearing without trace he says to himself.

"Another time a different place, perhaps I'll visit Hosu."

Back at the rundown apartment an enraged Scorpions storms the front entrance annoyed and pissed off.

"So how did it go?" Vulture said with a dry uninteresting tone.

"Pretentious looking ninja turtle with f@#$ing delusions of grandeur!" Scorpion replied with a pissed off attitude.

"Sounds lame, you kick his ass?" Sandman asked.

"No"

"You steal his wallet?" Asked Shocker concerned.

"No!" Scorpion said again.

"So in other words a complete waste of time and effort, I'll be needing a receipt for your purchases." Chameleon prioritizing his funds.

"F@$# off you losers, it wasn't all total loss." Scorpion grinned.

"Oh so their was a silver lining to this wasted ordeal of yours than?" Mysterio echoed behind his dome.

"People always underestimated me thinking I'm just some joke like you dorks, (except you Sandman.)" Sandman responds with a middle finger.

"But this event just reminded me, I'm still a damn good detective!" Scorpion unveils several headshot photos of different pro heroes.

"I've got a lot of dirty secrets to expose on these "so called heroes" and what better practice is there than in Japan!" Scorpion said ecstatically.

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Based on @alexdrawsagain comic

Peter parker: foreign exchange student

Edit: I wasn't pleased with the ending thinking it could have been better. With help from @alexdrawsagain and his added dialogue along with more tension. I am slightly more satisfied with the new results.

#peter parker foreign exchange student #peter parker is a good kid #sinister six #scorpion #the scorpion #mac gargan #hero killer stain #mha #bnha #marvel #spider-man #my hero academia #mysterio #chameleon #shocker #sandman #vulture

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talesofthebnha-marvel · 5 years

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Tales from Peter Parker Foreign Exchange Student: Scorpion and the hunt for the Hero killer

Somewhere in the Naruhata district, in one of the many condemned buildings in the area is currently being resided by the infamous villain team, the Sinister Six!

A group consisting entirely of Spider-mans rogues formed under an always-consistent even number. Though its members have rotated there burning hatred of the arachnid hero remains the same. Mysterio, Chameleon, Shocker, Sandman, Scorpion and Vulture are the current members of the group. Currently they are residing in the land of the Rising Sun as a favor to Mysterio involving an as yet unspecified plot for lucrative gain. Yet unbeknownst to the Sinister Six, Spider-man is also stationed in Japan as a student of U.A. High. Eventual a collision of rivals will occur, for now the members of the Six explore there new surrounding some partaking in extracurricularactivities.

Mac Gargan, alias the Scorpion looking is over a large board. On it is pinned with various newspapers and several threads crisscrossing each other like a web.

"Scorpion!" The vulture shouted from above as he descends besides Scorpion.

"What do you want Toomes?" Scorpion asked annoyed having his concentration broken.

Vulture sneered at Gargans dismissive tone.

"Our meeting with the local crime informant, Giran has been rescheduled for now Dmitri suggest we should acclimate to our new surrounding." Impatient to a response, the Vulture makes a quick turn around to see Scorpion still ignoring him.

"The least you could do Mac is make some conversation, what on earth are you researching 'Hero Killer'" Vulture scans the papers.

"Yeah its about this crazy who's been going around offing heroes or injuring them bad towards early retirement." Scorpion explained turning towards Vulture finally.

"And what offer him membership Macdonald, were already at max capacity of sociopaths with you in our group we don't need another one." Vulture mocked.

"Very funny jack-ass, but this ain't about recruitment."

"Than what exactly?"

"The WHY?" Scorpion responded to Vulture.

Vulture seemed perplexed but he reminds himself that Scorpions logic always made sense to his twisted mind.

"Every article is always the same, always asking the wrong questions." He continues.

"Who is he? How is he doing this? When will the Pro heroes stop him, (spit)." Scorpion mocked.

"No one ever asks the 'why' of his motives that's the real story the real scoop." He grins.

"Imoressive, if a bit pointless but he's a serial killer Gargan not much to glean from that. Said Vulture.

"These ain't no random killing Toomes this guy clearly has a conviction and its kinda bringing the detective side out of me, THERE!" he motions his tail on the map as he walks past Toomes grabbing his coat and hat.

Toomes looks at the city map Scorpions tail banged on the board as he sees the mark on the city, Niihama.

Its soon night in the city of Niihama, with Scorpion staking out on rooftop. Several food wrappers and soda cups are littered around him as he peers across the landscape with his binoculars. On his left a crude yet working customized police radio is broadcasting your standard police reports, all noise to his ears waiting purely for calls towards Pro heroes.

"Hrrm, what was it that Kraven always said 'to become the hunter you must think like your prey.' Scorpion recalled internally.

"This should be the place that 'Hero Killer' was last scene and knowing these 'heroes'. Scorpion said with a venomous tone at that last word.

"Them Pros will be rushing off during a crisis, I just need wait for one them to wander off into a dark alleyway and that's when Mr. Herokiller will strike."

Eventual a hero team burst into the scene as they begin a rescue operation by a nearby burning building. One of the heroes note something in an alleyway as she ventures alone.

"Bingo" Scorpion said elated.

Sometime later

Limping and bleeding out, the female hero costumed in a beetle inspired design finds herself exasperated and panic as the Hero Killer approaches. Garbed in an attire of a ninja, with mixture of red and black while his face is covered in several bandanas no doubt to reel in his unruly hair. He slowly moves in a katana in hand as he licks the blood from blade. The heroe's movements are quickly frozen in place unable to move desperately crying to herself

"Why can't I move?!" She screamed hoping her panic tears would be heard.

As she finds herself face first to the ground she can see the killer ready to thrust the blade until…

"HEY!" shouted the Scorpion across the alley as Stain looked up to see the yeller.

Reacting without thought, Stain quickly throws one of his daggers with almost lighting speed. However the Scorpion quickly counters with his mechanical tail sending the blade back as it pass his owners face right by the side of the wall. Unfazed, Stain held his ground staring at this stranger.

"Oh thank you hero please save me fro-"

"Shut up, I ain't here to save nobody especially some Beetle poser." Scorpion insulted as he cut her off using his tail to knock her out.

"I came to see you ' Hero Killer!'

"My business is not with you villain, leave me to my work or I share her fate." The killer threaten.

"Oh I ain't here to stop ya pally, I'm just a simple foreigner is all, I just got ask ya something is all." Scorpion explained.

"Very well foreigner, I am Stain ask your question and leave me to my mission."

"Okay Stain, the names Scorpion." He introduced.

"GET TO THE POINT!" Stain grew impatient.

Scorpion frowned holding back his gritted teeth from showing from Stains yelling.

"I was getting to that 'friend'." Said Scorpion losing his demeanor.

"Why? What are trying to accomplish offing off these loser heroes?" Scorpion asked in a serious tone.

Stain smiled a cold smile as he sheathed his sword.

"You are correct, I seek no monetary gain nor have these so called 'heroes' wronged me in the past." Stain confirmed Scorpions deduction.

"Does that answer your curiosity?"

Scorpion felt a bit taken back by the hero killer almost as if Stains aura swallowed him whole, trying to hold his ground Mac composes himself taking a quick breath to ease his nerves.

"And people say I'm crazy." Scorpion mocked.

Stain narrowed his eyes at Scorpion, annoyed by his flippant tone.

"Listen I hate these wannabe heroes as much as the next guy, but at the end of the day no chump can just live off good will and samaritan service."

"People gotta eat, pay taxes and all that other bureaucratic crap we can't all live up to that high horse ideal of the perfect hero crap, so you can stick your bull% $# college thesis up your $$ pally loser!" Scorpions retorted.

"Thanks for wasting my time." Scorpion walks away as he turns his back spitting at a trash can in a disrespectful manner as he makes a leap to the neareat fire escape ladder.

"Come back please, DON'T LEAVE ME!" The pro hero awakens begging for Scorpions help.

"F $# OFF LOSER!" Scorpion continues move on unmoved by the heroes cries.

"Another time a different place, perhaps I'll visit Hosu."

Back at the rundown apartment, an enraged Scorpion storms the front entrance annoyed and pissed off.

"So how did it go?" Vulture said with a dry uninteresting tone.

"Pretentious looking ninja turtle with f #$ing delusions of grandeur!" Scorpion replied with a pissed off attitude.

"Sounds lame, you kick his ass?" Sandman asked.

"No"

"You steal his wallet?" Asked Shocker concerned.

"No!" Scorpion said again.

"So in other words a complete waste of time and effort, I'll be needing a receipt for your purchases." Chameleon prioritizing his funds.

"F $# off you losers, it wasn't all total loss." Scorpion grinned.

"Oh so their was a silver lining to this wasted ordeal of yours than?" Mysterio echoed behind his dome.

"People always underestimated me thinking I'm just some joke like you dorks, (except you Sandman.)" Sandman responds with a middle finger.

"But this event just reminded me, I'm still a damn good detective!" Scorpion unveils several headshot photos of different pro heroes.

"I've got a lot of dirty secrets to expose on these "so called heroes" and what better practice is there than in Japan!" Scorpion said ecstatically.

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Based on Tumblr @alexdrawsagain comic

Peter parker: foreign exchange student

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lovelykhaleesiii · 4 years

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Pairing: Peter Parker x fem!Reader

Words: 1.4k

Summary: New girl in a new school means new friends.

Warnings: none except FLUFF, minor swearing

A/N - here’s an imagine no one asked for lmao, hope ya’ll enjoy despite it being REAL cliche I bet :)

It was never one of life’s simplest moments, never one that took a few hours of just one, short day to adjust by. It was starting high school as a new student, in a new environment, feeling like a new identity that was never an easy obstacle to overcome. It wasn’t so bad, so long as you hadn’t done anything to evoke any sort of attention, just remain mellow enough for anyone not to care, then all would be fine accordingly.

Homeroom had already begun just as you’d again, had your final meet and greet with Principal Morita, alongside your overly-excited yet very professional mother, whom on the other hand was the reason for your abrupt new beginning… In simple terms, her new job position, required her which meant you as well to move, which resulted in a new home: and you weren’t at all mad: upset inevitably over the idea that there’d be some distance between yourself and your “original” friends. Although, your mother worked incredibly hard and strived for the best… This is what made her happy, and there was nothing more that you could have asked for, nor complained about.

Hearing about moving to New York, was indeed a mouthful… You weren’t really a huge fan of the big cities, although you’d never actually experienced it either. Nonetheless, here you were.

“So I’m sure, Y/N’s familiarised herself with most of the campus expectations and the curriculum, with our helpful study guide. It can be tough adjusting of course, but you’ll have your study buddy to guide you, and if there’s any other further pressing issues, you know exactly where to find me!”

Smile and nod, the expected, respectful gesture was all you could muster up. At this point, you were sitting at the edge of your seat, anticipating for the defeaning sound of the school bell that would ultimately commence the day. The thing you were most curious about what your fellow peers, and who exactly they’d be.

“Anyway, Ms Y/L/N, before I escort Y/N to her first class of the day, I’ll give you a moment with your daughter. I’m expecting big things, considering her school record is quite exemplary.”

“Thank you again, Principal Morita, I really appreciate all the help of the staff-”

Leaving his office expectedly, you stood by your mother, as she fiddled with your clothes, eager to fix any flaws before departing for the day.

“Now, sweetheart, I want you to be just how you were in school before. I want you to be you! This school is quite the prestigious one, but I trust you-”

Taking in a deep sigh, finally adjusting her kind gaze unto you, her thumb gently stroking your cheek, giving you the final reassurance you’d much needed, as the much anticipated bell rang in the near distance.

“I can’t thank you enough… You’ve been so-so understanding, sweetheart. You know how much I love you, right?”

“Yes, yes Mum, I do! And, I love you too.” You couldn’t help but let to chuckle: your Mum was the fun type, although seeing her this emotionally raw was always rare, yet comforting.

“Now let’s not keep him waiting, baby!”

***

“So I see you have Science early this morning! A challenge, although I’m certain you’ll settle perfectly in. Your study partner, Mr Peter Parker will help you fit right in no doubt.”

Taking final turn, as you’d come to stand behind the very door of your first day, the name, Peter Parker, echoed through your mind… Must be quite the student to earn the mighty responsibility of baby-sitting you.

“Thank you again, Principal Morita, my mother and I really appreciate all that you and the staff have done.”

With the final nod and reassuring, familiar smile, Principal Morita entered the classroom proudly, with you shyly following behind.

“Mr Harrington, students, I’d like you all to give a warm welcome to our newest addition, Miss Y/N Y/L/N-”

And que the bright smile, you so eagerly could no longer contain, taking in all the new, foreign faces of your fellow class: some smiling in return, others simply staring blankly.

“Please, everyone, make her feel at home! And Mr Harrington, make good use of Miss Y/L/N, from what I’ve anticipated she’ll do great things… So I’ll leave you to it!-”

You hadn’t even realised that you nor your “study buddy” had been introduced, as Principal Morita had promised: although just in the knick of time, before closing the door behind for the lesson to resume, he’d luckily remembered.

“Oh and Mr Parker-”

In response, although instinctive, an arm instantly shot into the air, with you just realising it was one of the few students who’d actually exchanged a friendly smile in return to yours.

“Please take good care of Y/N, any complaints and you’ve got yourself a detention! That’ll be all.”

Just as quickly as the seconds go by, the room fell silent, and yet your eyes remained locked onto Peter, as his on you.

“Well Y/N!-”

Finally, the gaze breaking as your head immediately turned towards I’m Mr Harrington, as Principal Marito just pointed out. I’ll be both your teacher for Science and Homeroom, as I saw on the class roll! So lucky you-”

He tried, he really tried to amuse you and you showed him somewhat of an appreciation.

“Anyways, I think it would be best that you sit beside Peter, so Ned, if you don’t mind moving seats, please and then we can resume back to the lesson.”

Just as you’d turned towards Peter’s direction, you noticed both him and this Ned exchanging looks. On one hand Ned looked quite surprised, almost as though he was anticipating Peter to defend his seat, although on the other end of the spectrum, it seemed Peter was oblivious to Ned’s reaction.

“I’m really sorry-” You whispered, a sense of guilt gushing through you in the moment as Ned stood to pack his things.

“It’s okay, uh- just a heads up, Peter’s really no help-”

“Dude-”

Yet again, you’d let out another spontaneous chuckle, a spur in the moment.

Looking down towards Peter as you settled yourself in what was essentially Ned’s seat.

“I-I’m Peter, by the way.”

“I know, but it’s nice to meet you, Peter Parker. I trust you won’t lose the new girl...Or you’ll be getting a serious call from my mum.”

You were desperate to break the ice: trying to spare a joke, laugh along with him at it: he seemed tense, awkward if you were being honest. All the while, he generally rubbed off as a sincere guy.

Nonetheless, throughout the lesson every once in a while, Peter would whisper innocently, asking if you were alright or if you needed help with anything. A couple more times, you’d caught him staring at you, only to quickly divert his attention away back to the front, when he’d sensed you’d seen him in the act. It’s not that it made you uneasy, although you felt weary of yourself more like it.

“Is there something on my face, Peter?” You’d utter, nudging him gently as Mr Harrington played a short clip.

“Oh-no, God I’m really sorry… You’re just, uh- You’re really pretty-”

Taken aback, you hadn’t expected that at all. Appreciating the fact you hadn’t humiliated yourself, you were indeed feeling giddy after Peter’s words. Only he felt quite the opposite.

“Shit, I’m sorry that -that just came out of nowhere… Word vomit. Not that I’m, you know- Lying or trying to-to-”

“Parker! I’m sure Miss Y/L/N doesn’t need you to translate the video for her, so in that case… Zip it, please!”

You could physically see him turning redder by the shade, shuffling himself deeper into his seat, as he diverted his full attention towards the screen… You couldn’t help although discern an instant yet natural liking in Peter, there was something quite alluring about him.

After sparing a few minutes of silence, you yet again, although more discreetly nudged Peter by the arm.

“You don’t think it’s too early to already fall for the new girl?”

Poor attempt at a joke: Peter tried shrugging it off with a quick, small smirk, although as per usual you’d come to notice, he was still tense.

“I’m just kidding, Peter… I have a good feeling about us.”

Just as you’d given him one last, of what you’d hope was a reassuring smile, you presumed to face the front, taking a quick glance towards Mr Harrington, whom however was much more preoccupied with the video.

You felt the presence of a pair of eyes on you, Peter’s eyes… And yet, it didn’t feel at all unnerving, nor foreign. In fact, being quite frank to yourself, you’d come to assume it would be a new feeling you wouldn't struggle getting used to!

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