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leeannsparksauthor · 1 year

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A Touch of Green

A/N: Hello all, I’ve been replaying the Spider-Man games and now have Peter Parker brainrot because he’s just too freaking adorable. Anywho I was inspired by the dead plant in the opening scene and immediately thought, ‘oh this poor boy, he’s trying.’

Also I wrote this with game Peter in mind but you can really imagine any Peter you prefer, hope you enjoy!

The plain truth is that Peter Parker couldn’t keep a plant alive to save his life.

It was a hard pill for him to swallow. For crying out loud the boy could make web bombs but couldn’t figure out how to keep a succulent thriving for more than a week. You couldn’t help but find it endearing, especially when he would text pictures of his poor neglected plants. Always captioned with ‘I don’t know what I did wrong!’ Usually followed with crying emoji, a pouting one if he was feeling super defeated.

You remembered when he first moved into his apartment, he was so determined to brighten the place up. It’s just a tragedy that so many lives were lost in his endeavor.

“Oooo Pete look at this one, it’s only two dollars,” you pointed to the Rattlesnake plant that had seen better days. It was a sad sight, brown leaves falling towards dry potted soil.

“Uhm, yeah that’s a good price but it’s dead baby, don’t you want to get one of the greener ones?” He asked with his chin resting on your shoulder. One of the many things you loved about Peter was how openly affectionate he was. You sometimes wondered who was the more touch-starved out of the two of you.

After placing a quick kiss on his cheek you leaned down to move away a few of the dying leaves to reveal healthy stems and the beginnings of new growth. “Well it’s not fully dead yet, it just needs some love and new soil. I think I could easily save this patient, Mr Parker.” Teasing each other came as naturally as breathing most days.

“There’s not a doubt in my mind about that Doctor,” he said while picking up the pot to place it in your shared cart. You both still lived in separate apartments despite being together for almost two years now. It wasn’t like you hadn't discussed it before but the fear of change and the idea of sharing space caused the topic to be pushed to the back burner. You did ease his worries when you told him that there’s no one else you’d rather live with, it would just take some time, maybe once your lease was up for renewal this year you could both come back to it. “Ya know maybe I should pick up one too…”

His fingers were playfully slapped away from the potential victim. “No, no absolutely not, you are not killing another plant on my watch Pete.”

“Awww now that’s just not fair babe, I swear I didn’t even miss a watering day on my last one!” You couldn’t help but laugh at the affronted look on his face. He’s just so naturally charming it hurts.

You pushed the cart over to where the bags of soil were placed before attempting to pick up the indoor plant mix. The action was immediately halted by Peter nudging you aside so that he could grab it instead, ever the gentleman, you thought wistfully. “Yeah and then you ended up overwatering it love. You drowned that poor plant!”

“I didn’t know you weren’t supposed to water it every day…”

“It was on the care card Pete, did you even read it?” You knew damn well that he didn’t but boy was it fun to mess with him.

His hand came up to scratch the back of his neck, “I…may or may not have lost the card on the way up to the apartment that day.”

You patted his cheek lovingly, slight stubble underneath your fingertips. “What am I gonna do with you?”

“Love me, kiss me, smother me with affection. It’s honestly the only way I wanna go at this point.” You loved his smile, it was so boyish and warm and it just made everything seem right in the world.

“Oh I’ll smother you with something…”

“Oooo you promise?” His hand discreetly traced your ass, which if you could feel it was it really that discreet? He had always surprised you with how flirty he could be, you assumed that he was just full of blushing anxiety when you first met him.

“Head out of the gutter pretty boy, we still gotta do some grocery shopping for dinner.”

His long eyelashes batted themselves at you, “awww you think I’m pretty?”

You smiled at his ridiculousness, “yes, very pretty, now I’ve got chicken thawing in the fridge so what do you think? Should I do chicken fried rice, alfredo, or some chicken soup since it’s kinda chilly?”

“Hmmm, decisions, decisions…” you could see him suddenly freeze, his spidey sense pumping the brakes on your outing. His phone dinged in his pocket and sirens could be heard in the distance. He gave you an extremely apologetic look, puppy dog eyes and everything. You would have hoped by now that he knew you understood. New York needed their Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man, even though they didn’t always deserve him. “I’m sorry baby…”

“It’s okay hero, but you still gotta choose which one I make cause I really don’t wanna decide.”

“Uhm, alfredo! I love you so much, I’ll call you later!” He smushed your cheeks together before placing a quick kiss on the fishlips he had created. He was such a goober, but you loved him for it.

“I love you too.” Your eyes never left him as he weaved between the aisles before barreling out the door. Apologizing to multiple angry New Yorkers he bumped into along the way. You couldn’t help but laugh, thinking to yourself, there goes my boy, off to save the world.

Once you picked up some noodles, broccoli, mushrooms and ingredients to make the sauce you started to make the trek home. Paper bag in one arm and your new plant baby cradled in the other.

The train was a little late, but what else was new honestly? Once you were seated you heard a notification ding on your phone automatically knowing that it was about Peter’s latest heroics. You told him a while ago that you had notifications set on your phone for all things Spider-Man. You just wanted to know that he was okay, and you were also amused by the ridiculous articles on Spider-Man’s love life. Apparently there was a robbery happening somewhere but there weren’t enough details released yet, you figured Pete would tell you about it later when he came by. Finally arriving at your apartment you leaned against the elevator wall, drained from the day but excited to work on the home tasks you had been mentally compiling throughout the afternoon.

Your new plant was situated in front of the window. It was much shorter and greener then when it arrived due to cutting away all the dead leaves but now it was nestled in fresh soil and ready for another chance. You couldn’t help the smile that rested on your lips as you looked at all the green surrounding the window. Jeez I really have a problem don’t I, you thought to yourself. Currently the biggest plant in your apartment was your grandma’s pothos she gave you when you moved. Under her care it had thrived and you were heartbroken when it reacted badly on the trip to New York. Luckily she was a resilient one, and you think she could win first prize if she felt so inclined.

As you gently traced the leaves your mind wandered to Peter which happened multiple times a day. It was like a light bulb went off in your head as you scrambled to reach the top of your fridge that housed multiple empty glass bottles. You knew exactly which one you were looking for and let out a pleased sigh when your fingers grabbed the neck of the bottle. After snipping off a stem from the pothos you gently placed it inside the glass that was now filled with water. The leaves rested over the lip and you couldn’t wait to give the small gift to Peter. I swear if he manages to kill this I’m going to have to take that boy to a botany class or something.

You were letting the sauce simmer on the stove when Pete called you, his caller ID was a photo of him in his Spidey suit holding an armful of puppies that were up for adoption. He had swung by an event the agency had set up in central park and decided to stay to help all of the babies get adopted. He messaged you insisting that you had to come by and see all of the adorable dogs. Most of whom were adopted by the time you got there. You remembered having to play pretend and ask Spider-Man if you could take a picture of him with the puppies.

“Yeah of course Ma’am!” He had said in his fake deep voice that he put on for show whenever he got nervous.

“Hey baby everything okay,” you asked once the call was connected.

“Yup all good, just another bank robbery but it’s all cleaned up and I’m heading your way now.” You could hear the exertion in his voice, the tell-tale sign of him swinging through the city.

The sauce spoon was tapped against the pan to get all of the excess off of it. “Let me guess it was the hamburglar again?”

“Yeah, the guy just doesn’t know when to quit.” The sounds of the city played in the background, cars honking and people calling out as Peter swung above them.

“Well it’s a good thing Spider-Man was there to save the day. I’m gonna start boiling the pasta so I’ll see you in a bit, we don’t need you hitting another building cause you were swinging on the phone.” You would never forget the day that he slammed into a fire escape because he was too excited to tell you about his promotion to pay attention.

“How dare you, I'm a safe swinger…wait no, that came out wrong.” You could practically hear the blush in his tone and it made you giggle.

“You better be safe while you’re swinging!” The declaration was said between laughter at his words.

“Always am, love you bug!”

“Love you too baby.” You blew a quick kiss into the phone, waiting for his responding smooch before hanging up.

He ended up climbing through your window about ten minutes later beating all of the rush traffic. As soon as his feet hit the floor he ripped off his mask and set it on the chair that was designated for his quick changes. “It smells amazing in here!”

“It tastes even better!” You called over your shoulder as you scooped the noodles out of their pot to mix into the sauce. His chest was pressed against your back as he placed a total of three tiny kisses to your forehead. You turned your head so that you could meet his lips in a soft kiss, you were always so thankful when he came back unscathed, most nights weren’t like this.

“Mmmm, not as good as you though.” Ever the flatterer this guy.

You placed another quick peck on his lips, “that’s very true…oh I have a little something for you!”

“For me? You shouldn’t have!” He exclaimed with ten times the energy you would expect from someone who just stopped a bank robbery.

“It’s nothing too crazy but here…tada!” You showcased the little plant chilling in its water bath and you could see the confusion clear as day on Peter’s face.

He held up the bottle, inspecting the leaves like they were his greatest mystery. “I thought I wasn’t allowed to have plants anymore?”

“No, you're not allowed to kill any more plants, which should be incredibly hard to do with this one.”

“Oh I’m sure I’ll somehow find a way.” He seemed nervous, like he was actually afraid that he was gonna fuck this one up.

You made a grand gesture towards the small plant. “No cause see, this, this right here, is your son Peter. You love him, you nurture him and best of all you leave him alone! He’s basically just propagating right now so he just stays in the water and he’ll keep growing. I will of course check on him everytime I come over to your place.”

He teasingly fanned himself like he was overcome by the news. “I really wasn’t expecting to become a dad today, this is just all so sudden…wait is this from your big guy in the corner?”

“Yes and kind of selfishly I hope that you think of me each time you look at it.”

“I’m already thinking of you all the time so no worries there. Hey, is this a bottle from Julia’s place down the street?” It was also the place where you guys had your first date and had since become your favorite shared restaurant.

“What a keen eye you have there Mr Parker.”

His eyes seemed to gloss over with affection, adoration, admiration, and all of the a words that described love and happiness. “I love you.”

You gave that look right back to him tenfold. “I love you too, and because I love you I’m going to politely say that you stink and that you need a shower before dinner.”

“Yeah you can just feel the love in the room.”

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #no use of y/n #the amazing spider-man #spider-man game #one-shot #peter parker cant keep a plant alive #spider verse

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tackytigerfic · 1 year

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WIP Snip Sunday

On an actual Sunday, no less! Ok multiverse fic, Harry has been fighting Voldemort for years, Draco has joined him to help him. They have managed to bring another Potter and Malfoy into their world from another world. Am now at the stage of realising that it's quite confusing having two separate people called Harry and Potter (or Draco and Malfoy for that matter) but over 130k into this fic and I can't do anything about that now. So for the purposes of this snip, Harry and Draco belong to the world where Voldemort is still alive, and Potter and Malfoy have come from another universe to help them. Potter and Malfoy are a couple, and Malfoy has lots of scars from the war. They have all snuck out to a pub to go drinking. There's a bit of tension as everyone thinks Harry fancies Malfoy.

“May I have a glass, please,” Draco said to the barman, who smiled back absently then looked again, properly, sharply.

“What is this?” he said, sliding an empty shot glass across to Draco. “A twin convention?”

“Just call us double trouble,” Malfoy said. “Though it’s a bit embarrassing for him, being the ugly twin, you know.”

Draco looked down at the bar unhappily, his hair swinging forward to hide his face. Malfoy was rolling his glass between the fingers of one hand, the other hand raised to his own face, rubbing tiredly at the scarred side.

“Don’t,” Potter said gently, and plucked Malfoy’s hand into his own, lowering it away from his face. “Don’t say those things, you don’t need to—”

“I’m not—” Malfoy smiled at Potter, eyes flickering to Draco for a second then back. “I’m really not. It was just a joke. We’re both the ugly twin, right Draco?”

“Well according to Harry you’re the good-looking one,” Draco said crisply. “I rather think I agree with him too. Our hair is really good like that. I always thought about growing mine but I was worried I’d look too like… umm, like Lucius. But—” he looked at Malfoy approvingly, top to toe. “You don’t, at all. It suits you.”

"Thanks," Malfoy said, sounding pleased, and he shoved in closer to Draco at the bar and nudged him with his shoulder. "We should have a drink."

The barman was still watching them, mystified.

"You are all barmy," he said matter-of-factly. "You—" he pointed at Malfoy "—look good. Very good. And you—" he pointed at Draco "—also look good. And whatever's going on here—" he waved a hand at Harry and Potter "—your boyfriends, or whatever, look good. You all look good, okay? Christ, I should be charging by the hour for this."

He slung the bottle of tequila across the bar at them.

"Please," he said fervently. "Just, keep drinking."

"You know," Harry said thoughtfully, watching the barman departing swiftly, "it's actually not a bad idea."

Tagging @basicallyahedgehog @geesenoises @getawayfox @maesterchill @makeitp1nk @saintgarbanzo @shealwaysreads @sorrybutblog @sweet-s0rr0w and anyone else who feels like sharing with a nosy parker like me.

#alcohol cw #drunkenness cw #wip snip #six sentence someday #tacky's fth #drarry #i queue

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jasntodds · 2 years

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Hamartia [Epilogue]

Pairing: Dark!Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Words: 2,062

Warnings: Fluff, minor mention of death, mentions of blood, mentions of bruises, mentions of scars, it’s just some bittersweet fluff tbh

Summary: New beginnings

A/N: It’s finally here, the end of Hamartia!! Thank you guys so much for sticking around and thank you for all of your comments!! It’s taken a long time to finish but I’m so glad you guys have liked the series and it’s been a lot of fun writing it. It’s definitely a series I’m very proud of so thank you to everyone who’s read it!! I hope you guys like it!! Please lemme know what y’all think!!

ch. 18 || ch. 19 || ch. 20

series masterlist // masterlist

The trip to Amsterdam was one of the best times of your and Peter’s lives. For the first time since becoming Spider-Man, not a single villain showed up on this trip. Instead, him and you got to go to the museum in peace and he watched you become so enthralled with every single painting you witnessed and he fell that much more in love with you with every painting. You found love in the art while he found more love in you.

You went to Body Worlds, the NEMO museum, and took tours around the city. Something about the whole trip brought you closer together and neither of you wanted to leave and go back home. But, Peter promised he’d bring you back, when he won’t need Harley’s help. And you vowed to take him wherever he wanted next, as a thank you.

Now, it’s July and you’ve been back home for three months, going into a routine. Peter has been enjoying his job at the Daily Bugle and is thrilled to be back being Spider-Man. He’s back to saving people, and promising to take a break if he ever needs it again. You’ve actually been learning some of the ins and outs of Stark Industries. You’re still very intent that you won’t be taking it over, Harley can absolutely have the company, but you still wants to be a part of that and that means you have to learn at least something. So, you pack up almost every morning and go with Harley and Pepper. You’ve gotten back into coaching which started earlier in the month. Life feels good for the both of you and you’re ready to move on to something bigger and better.

You’re standing in your room, looking around in athletic shorts and one of Peter’s shirts. A soft and sad smile holds your lips. Memories were made in this room, so many memories. Late-night study sessions where all of your friends were still alive and happy. You remember all of the laughter, spilled snacks, the games of “Never Have I Ever” being played for more than actually studying. The walls, you’re sure, still hold your friends’ laughter like your memory. And you remember movie nights with just Harley and you throwing popcorn at him until he stopped quoting Interstellar for the millionth time. Your first night with Peter plays back like an old film.

The night he came to your window, all of the nights he’d come to your window through high school, bloody and bruised usually, apologizing profusely but asking if you'd help him so May or MJ didn’t worry. And you always helped, you started keeping a first aid kit in your room because of him. and you remember the time, the Star Wars movies after everything had happened, fixing the prosthetic leg, giving him his camera. Every memory floods black like a flooded dam.

The walls have heard and seen so many things and now that’s it. The walls hold those memories in like a padlock, sealing them away with no one there to make more memories, none of you and your friends anyway. It’s a bit bittersweet but you know, if you want to be closer to the memories, you can always come back. So, you bend down, and pick up the last cardboard box before turning around towards the door.

“Need any help?” Peter asks, voice as cheery as ever as he hangs upside down from your door, scaring you and getting a good yell out you.

“Damn it, Peter!” You yell, Peter laughing and nearly slipping while still upside down. “You scared the shit out of me!” Your heart is racing in your chest but you’re laughing with Peter. “Why are you on the ceiling?”

He gives you a cheeky grin. “Thought it’d be fun to scare you.”

“I think you’ve hung out with Clint one too many times.” You mutter with the shake of your head. “But yeah, if you wanna take the box.”

Peter chuckles but nods, lowering himself onto the floor and walking over to you, taking the box from you. “You sure about this?”

“Well, we’ve been living together for a year now anyway. Can’t be too much different, right?”

“Yeah, uh, that’s a good point.” Peter nods, smile decorating his face but he saw you standing there so he knows something’s up. “You, uh, you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah,” You nod with a gentle smile. “Just weird, I guess. I lived with Cinder, ya know? But, I was usually here. I think I was here more than there.” You admit with a scoff. “There’s a lot of memories here.”

Peter nods with understanding. “We, uh, we’ll make more. Better ones.” His eyes are big and soft, gentle and pretty as ever.

“Yeah, we will.” You look to the ground and back to him. “Let’s go, spider-boy, I’m ready, I promise. Are you sure about this?”

“Absolutely.” Peter nods his head towards the door.

You head out first, leading the way out the door. You say your final goodbyes to who’s at the tower before getting into the U-Haul. It was a month after you got back from Amsterdam, you were up late one night, cuddling in bed with Peter tracing the scar on your shoulder and he asked if you wanted to get a place with him. He’d been saving almost every penny from his paycheck for an apartment but after what you’ve been through and already living together for a year, he didn’t want to be away from you even if it was just to sleep.

There was no hesitation in your voice when you agreed, not seconds after Peter finished the question. You were ready to leave, as sad as it is t leave the childhood home, you were ready. You aren’t moving far, you’re still in the city but now Peter will be within walking distance of the Daily Bugle and Happy still offered to pick you up if you wanted. You declined but appreciated the offer. But, this was it, you were officially moving out and into your own place to live your own lives for the first time and you both are so excited.

The apartment is rundown a little. But you have permission from the landlord to fix up a few things and paint, kind of really make it your place. And so, after getting a few things unpacked, you and Peter are sitting on a hand-me-down couch from the tower, takeout on a box in front of you while you look through places like Home Depot and Menards, looking at furniture and paint. And you’re laughing at each other’s ideas and suggestions, saying neither of you have taste, only for Peter to let you pick out whatever you want, besides the paint. He does not want red and blue walls as much as you think it would be funny.

“Please, think about--”

“I’m begging you, no.” Peter shakes his head, scrolling away and searching for green paint.

He will not have red and blue walls. Absolutely not, he will cave with almost everything else but not that. But, he likes green and Ned has a green wall. He always liked it so surely you will like it, right?

“GREEN?!” You yell, face contorted with disgust.

“What’s wrong with green?” Peter yells back. He glances between you and the phone, pointing at the screen with his free hand. "It's a good color!"

“Lots of things, like grass stains.” You state. "Those are terrible and like, asparagus."

Peter’s eyes are narrowed as he lets out a laugh. “Did grass stains scar you so bad, Y/n? I will give you the asparagus though. Gross.”

“Yes, actually. I ruined my favorite shorts once." Your voice is filled with sarcasm.

"Then why'd you start coaching?" Peter retorts.

"No, green, Pete." You laugh. “You wouldn’t let me help with first, last, or the security deposit. So, no green.”

With everything Peter went through and then drowning himself in bills, he wants to be able to do this. Not for you, but for himself. He wants to afford the apartment so when you offered to just pay for it, pay more so you could have a new apartment with all upgraded features and appliances, he said no. He didn’t want you to pay for any of it. So, you compromised, you picked an apartment you could afford if both of you made the same pay. What he doesn’t know is that you’ll still be buying all of the furniture, paint, and groceries.

“Yellow?” Peter offers with hopeful eyes.

“Ew.” You scrunch your nose.

"What's wrong with yellow?" Peter shakes his head in confusion.

"It's too bright!"

"You, uh, had a wall of windows in your bedroom your whole life?" Peter's head goes back as he laughs.

"Exactly! I need something that's not so blinding. Pick another."

“Off-white?” Peter lets out a sigh, going for something too simple hoping you’ll say no.

“Well, we’re doing white cabinets.” You point behind Peter towards the kitchen where there are old, dark wooden cabinets which you’ll be replacing.

“WHY WHITE CABINETS?!” Peter's eyes are wide and that cannot do. He's very messy sometimes, especially with food and the cabinets will just be dirty all the time. What is with people and white cabinets?

“They’re sleek!” Shiloh defends.

“So, is black!” Peter comes back, both of you still maintaining smiles during this whole thing, a bit surprised it’s the paint you can’t agree on.

“Too dark!”

Peter narrows his eyes again. You want something dark but not too dark and it just makes him laugh because there are a million colors. He knows you'll agree on something but it's funny to him how different your ideas are. It's something he hadn't thought of it but it's a lot of fun figuring it out with you. You'll be able to mold your home into something that really is this combination of the both of you, a comprise will work because it always does and it will be yours. He won't feel like a guest, and you won't feel like you have to keep the aesthetic of the tower. This is yours.

“Compromise?” Peter asks.

“I think you should just watch HGTV.” You offer with a grin.

“I’ll watch it if we don’t do white cabinets and red and blue walls.” Peter chuckles, pleading eyes. “Pease.”

You pause for a second, eyes narrowed at him but a smile dances across your face. “Alright, deal. 100 Day Dream Home, grey cabinets, white walls?” You offer with raised brows.

“Green accent wall?” Peter counters.

“Brick red accent wall?” You offer, gaining a not-so-pleased look from Peter. "I really just like the color and as an accent wall, it won't be too much. No blue, promise." You chuckle.

The corner of Peter’s mouth twitches. “Deal.”

You lean over, pulling Peter’s mouth to yours in a soft and gentle kiss. “Thank you.”

“For what?” Peter chuckles.

“Asking me to live with you, compromising, being you.”

Peter adjusts himself so he’s facing you before cupping your face in his hands. “I don’t wanna live with anyone else.”

You put your forehead to his. “I love you, ya know?”

“I love you, too.” Peter pulls you closer to him, your lips colliding against his, his mouth moving in sync with you as you smile and hum against him. “Wanna go to the bedroom?” His eyes dart from yours, behind you to your bedroom.

“Do you have to ask?” You grab his hand, pulling him with you, connecting your lips to his as Peter’s hands go to the hem of your shirt, pulling it off of you as you walk backwards towards the bedroom.

To find someone who loves you, truly, for who you are and who you can be is something indescribable. It's almost magical but what Peter and you have is so much more because you have seen everything horrible and grimy and dark that could possibly happen to someone and you have come out of it, together. You ended up on the other side with scars and bright flashlights, arm in and arm, leading the way to a better and brighter future. You don't love each other despite the bad, you love each other in spite of it all. Finding someone who chooses you, over everything, that is something to keep close. And for you and Peter, right here, right now, entangled in each other arms with the love only dreamt about, it’s a new beginning after the tragic downfall of a hero.

A/n: Thank you guys so much reading!! 😭💕

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missnobodymadness · 3 months

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I've been wanting to introduce Aisha here for a while but considering that my OC introductions never really go well I kept procrastinating...well, I decided that I have all the right to talk about my babies here and my mental health and enjoyment should always be more important than notes, so I am gonna be who I am today and do what I like even if no one is there to read it, so here is Aisha's introduction, along with some backstory that I already wrote for her profile on TH.

Introduction

“Whenever a scientist finds a cure to something, companies will take advantage of them and sell it to you for the price of your soul, lives weren’t meant to have a price tag, you can’t play God and decide who is gonna live based on who is wearing Prada and that’s what motivates me to keep fighting for a world where science and technology will become a right instead of a luxury” Name: Aisha Fraser (Aisha Fraser Stark after marriage) Meaning: Alive, Well Alias: Hell's Bane or 69676 Date of Birth: 9, May, 2009 Age: 21+ Zodiac: Taurus Gender: Female Pronouns: She/Her Orientation: Pansexual Species: Human (Modified) MBTI: ENFJ Status: Alive More posts about her: Aishamcuoc

Appearance

Height: 5'7" (170cm) Weight: 161lbs (73kg) Skin: White Eyes: Blue Hair: Ginger (Natural); Fiery red (After modifications) Scars/Birth marks/Tattoos: Freckles, a beauty spot on the side of her mouth and a tattoo with her lab name "69676" on the back of her neck, a few non important small scars from the experiments Special features: She has built-in real black wings that come out of a cavity on her back

Relationships

Biological Family

Mother: Unknown scottish woman Father: Unknown scottish man Siblings: None Partner: Tony Stark (Married) Children: Ryan, David, Nelson, Mathew ♰, Lennon ♰, Aron ♰, Henry ♰ and Morgan Other family: None

Other relationships:

Wonderland Circus family (Found Family, they are background OCs) Natasha Romanoff (Best Friend) Wade Wilson (Close Friend, they have some tea like two old ladies while being the most sassy bitches together everytime they meet 8) ) Sam Wilson (Annoying friend that she wants to kick) Bucky Barnes (Friend) Happy Hogan (Good friends, they eat hamburgers together while Tony is not watching, shhh) T'Challa (Good friend, mutual respect) Thor (Friends, he had a small crush on her when they met) Baron Zemo (One night stand lover) Peter Parker (Sees him as a son even thought she wishs she could kick his ass sometimes too) Nick Fury (Confidant)

Occupation & Abilities

Powers/Skills: Fire creation and manipulation, slightly physically stronger than an average human and has wings that allow her to fly, they are real wings and she avoids using them because they are a weakness to her Weaknesses: Her wings, her hair (it let's her enemies know when s he is hurt, her hair changes color according to her status, if she is hurt her red hair will turn into a greyish white, the amount of white hair tells you how badly hurt she is, for example, if she is dying, her hair will be fully white), close combat Equipment: She usually doesn't use anything other than technology, such as suits or technological tools that enhance her powers and skills Job: Science and engineering Affiliation: Avengers Former affiliation: Hydra (As an infiltrator)

Personality

Positive Traits

✔ Extremely intelligent ✔ Independent ✔ Social ✔ Wise ✔ Empathetic ✔ Hardworking

Negative Traits

X Insecure X Sassy X Clumsy X Perfectionist X Forgetful X Disobedient

Likes: Her family and friends, technology, science, politics, mutants, helping people Dislikes: Cheaters, injustice, hate crimes, mainly towards minorities, shallow and closed-minded people

Backstory

Aisha (Aka Hell’s Bane or 69676) is a very intelligent genetically modified human, she was sold to the organization Leviathan by her own parents, who had close ties to them, when she was only a few months old.

Leviathan is a secret european organization based in Scotland, they have an illegal and hidden laboratory in Portland, Oregon, USA, to where Aisha was sent.

Since then she has been used and modified by the organization, she was nothing more than a weapon in progress and her life was resumed to that for the first 20 years of her life, until the day she was able to escape, burning the laboratory down along with everyone in it, even the innocent ones.

Their project wasn’t completed yet, which means she is considered as an incomplete experiment. With the death of their leader and most important members, who were there when everything happened, the organization collapsed, only a few workers were left and most of them only wanted to go home as they were also victims.

Aisha went through a really hard time after that event, she felt lost and could barely communicate with people due to her lack of social skills, as a fast learner she was able to hunt for food and fend for herself, staying hidden at the Willamette national forest. Sometimes she would adventure into the city of Portland and try to interact, as time passed by Aisha finally learned some social skills.

It wouldn’t take long before she met her future first friends, they belonged to a travelling circus who was currently staying at the city, they were all extremely nice to her and made her feel welcome, some time later she had an idea that would change her life once again, she could use and control fire and a circus would be the perfect place for her to hide and go unnoticed, after all who would suspect she was actually creating and controlling the fire? She could always use a mask as well, no one would ever know who she was during her exhibitions. Maybe they would take her in and let her travel around with them?

Aisha started practicing a few tricks daily and once she finally felt ready, decided to show them what she was able to do and was successful in impressing them with her supposed talent, she got what she wanted, an invitation to join their circus and Aisha was totally ready for that wild trip!

Some months passed and she had learned so much about the world, finally feeling free and like herself for the first time, social skills weren’t a problem for her anymore, in fact, she found out she was quite the communicative type.

They had just arrived in New York, well, most precisely the suburbs, when Aisha found out about the Avengers, she was quite curious about them, mainly about the one named Tony Stark, she had this weird attraction to technology and couldn’t avoid her curiosity. Aisha got inspired and started to create her own cape and mask so she could hide her identity, tracking their activity the best way she could at the moment, she was able to help them whenever she saw they needed it really bad, Aisha had no fight skills but she surely could impress with her fire and wings, so she was quite useful to distract their opponents when everything seemed to be lost for the Avengers.

Eventually she never showed her face, but they could see her blue eyes through the mask, she became a mystery to them and she would always get away before they could even talk to her, until the day things were way more serious than she could’ve imagined and Aisha was knocked out while trying to helplessly help Sam and Natasha who were currently fighting alone, some minutes later Tony Stark showed up and they were able to overcome the situation, but Aisha was still out, they captured her and took her to the tower where she eventually woke up some time later, she had no idea where she was and started to freak out when she noticed she was literally locked inside that room, the Avengers couldn’t risk any danger.

Tony Stark couldn’t help himself, his curiosity was screaming, he needed to know more about what she was and why she helped them several times, Stark studied her for a few days, Aisha wasn’t happy, she didn’t fight for her freedom only to see it being taken away from her again, but she wasn’t dumb, she knew she couldn’t get away the way she did at the laboratory, the room was fireproof and she didn’t really want to hurt any of them either, so she allowed Tony to keep going with his studies and meanwhile they got to know each other a bit better, but what really caught his attention was her intelligence and apparent interest, maybe even passion, for technology and eventually they realized that keeping her locked in a room wasn’t necessary and was making her miserable, she wasn’t a threat at all and not having any stimulation was driving her intelligent mind crazy.

Aisha didn’t think twice before running away, her friends were probably very worried and looking for her and she needed to let them know what has happened and where she had been and so she spent some more time with them while they stayed at New York, however, on the last day at the city, Aisha started to feel very unsure if she really belonged there, she couldn’t even tell them who she really was, how would they understand? How would they take the news once they realize she has no talent and the fire was created by herself all this time? She loved them, they were her family, but did she really belong with them? She wanted to do great things, she wanted to learn a bit of everything and dedicate her life to what she truly loved: Technology.

She would never be able to do that with them, she would just perform fire tricks for the rest of her life, Aisha knew, deep down, that she didn’t belong and so, she decided to part with them and stay at the tower where she knew she was also welcome.

With all the technology on her side, Aisha decided to start her own research and projects, catching Tony’s attention once again who later offered her a place at his laboratory as his apprentice, she was happy to get such privilege and worked hard to impress him and he wasn’t disappointed and later she became an official S.H.I.E.L.D adviser.

Aisha started to be successful with her work and became really popular for her ideas and creations, getting the spotlight on several magazines and scientific journals, little did she know such popularity would turn into a big problem for her.

The spotlight made Hydra notice Aisha and lately find out about who and what she really was, targeting her, especially after Aisha was able to get into their database later on, they wanted her, she would be way more useful to them alive than dead and they knew exactly how to make her behave but they also knew it wouldn’t be easy to fool her, some force would certainly be needed, they also planned to finish what Leviathan had started.

Unfortunately for Hydra, Aisha was no idiot and after successfully escaping from their first try she had started to think of a plan just in case they’d be successful someday, she had read enough articles to know they weren’t gonna stop coming for her and by the time they were finally able to capture her she already had traced one, it wasn’t a easy one, Aisha knew she would need to sacrifice a lot for it and that they wouldn’t go easy on her, she had studied Hydra so well lately that she was pretty aware of how things would work there, she was terrified but she would not give up, she would fool and take advantage of them and they wouldn’t even realize that!

And Aisha did exactly that, she made them believe she was under their control while she gathered information and learned how to fight, they surely weren’t soft with her, but Aisha was used to the pain and she knew it was for a greater good, however, slowly she started to realize she would probably carry a few physical and psychological scars with her from her experience with Hydra.

Tony was the only one who she told about her plans and that also brought him some trouble with the Avengers, she had asked him to not look for her in case she was successfully but how would Tony make sure the rest of them wouldn’t try to rescue her? After all not rescuing her sounded extremely absurd to them.

Okay, this is enough spoiler for now, her story is REALLY long. :'D

Trivia

. Aisha has a very intelligent mind and is very prone to boredoom and frustration, as such, she is always in need of something to keep her stimulated. . Before running away from the Leviathan laboratory, she was learning a few useful languages so she could do her job properly, she learned german and russian with them. . Aisha has a very sassy and sarcastic nature and while some find it amusing, others may find it annoying, her nickname at the tower is actually "sassy pants" because of that. . She has black wings on her back, they come out through a big cavity that she has on her back, on both sides, that goes from the shoulder to her waist, her wings are extremely sensitive and she usually doesn't allow people to touch them. . Aisha is a feminist and when she finally gets famous and rich, she decides to build a safe place for women who are victims of domestic violence, she has helped many people to rebuild their lives, she loves people and wants them all to have the same chance she once had to rebuild hers.

Both artworks on here were made on Picrew. (1,2)

#oc #aishamcuoc #mcu oc #mcu #original character

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A cat café but make it ghosts

(part 4 of Amity Park tourism)

I could see a few business owners in Amity Park catering to ghosts.

It wouldn't happen anytime soon, even after ghost tourism catches on. A business for ghosts would rely on a very slim population of customers which have all of the following qualities: 1. are sapient 2. aren’t outright destructive 3. have motivation to come to the human realm beyond ‘destroy/take over the world!!!!11!!!!1!’ and 4. have real human legal (as in legitimate and not obviously gained through nefarious/disturbing means) tender

Who in their right mind would open a shop in the human realm with such a limited target demo? Well for one thing, very few Amity Parkers are still in their right mind. For another, they don't have to market to ghosts exclusively.

I'm envisioning a cute little coffee shop that turns into one of the first safe spaces for beings of varying aliveness to coexist.

This is based off the blob ghost boba headcanon that makes rounds every so often. x x x (e.g. blob boba [bloba? can we call it that?)

A particularly friendly ghost has a rapport with a shopkeeper. One day the ghost points out that they have a very similar drink in the Ghost Zone, but it's hard to come by especially near the Fenton Portal. They get to chatting and partner up because the human obviously can't do their own supply runs.

Word gets around the Zone pretty damn fast. It's good stuff. It draws more peaceful ghosts out of the GZ, which has all sorts of potential for improving ghosts’ public image. Phantom may finally get some help from fellow ghosts in keeping the destructive ones in line because better PR makes for less eventful trips to the bloba shop

…God help any ghost that causes damage the bloba shop. Its patrons are incredibly protective of it. Even ghosts on catastrophic rampages will blow out all the windows of every shop on the block but leave the bloba building pristine. No one dares to put the beloved shop in peril, lest they face the collective wrath of its regulars

Setting a price is a problem. Legally obtaining human money is complicated for ghosts, and GZ money is a joke because ghosts don't really have an economy. Supplies and production are shockingly low-cost and low-effort, though, and the ghost clientele's presence is enough attract a ton of paying human customers. So ghosts drink free. Still, many of them trinkets/artifacts the human can turn around and sell, or bring ingredients to cut down on work for the ghost partner who's pretty much doing this as a hobby (again, no need for money).

The human partner seldom sells the trinkets their ghost customers bring because the gesture is so sweet. The walls of the shop are soon covered with shelves full of knickknacks. Some are just sentimental pieces, others would give any museum curator a damn heart attack.

There's also a photo wall featuring ghost visitors

Humans are wary to come in at the same time as ghosts at first. But this shop was around and beloved long before all this ghost stuff started and locals will be damned if ghosts will get between them and their caffeine fix. Tourists see locals inside without incident and feel safer joining them.

The humans visitors actually cause more trouble than the ghosts. The partners have to set rules that are strictly enforced so the human patrons don’t get too up in ghosts' business.

Unfortunately they consult with Phantom on these rules since he a) is their best customer (as a human and ghost, but they don't know that and b) knows a thing or two about ghost-human relations. I say "unfortunately" because the big sign with the list of rules—the first thing you see when you come through the door, impossible to miss—is full of terrible puns.

It’s a sad day for the very essence of comedy when Phantom comes in with merch ideas. And punny drink names for the whole menu. They feel obligated to indulge him because he's done so much for the town and is practically a celebrity endorsement since he's rarely seen without one of their drinks these days.

I honestly feel dirty posting all this capitalist content but at least this all heavily favors local businesses since it's all contained to one town

#amity park #danny phantom #this was originally a comment on another post but I remixed it for the tag #klo #amity park tourism #long post #blob ghost tea #bloba

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imgoingtocrash · 2 years

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Hi! Can you recommend some of your favourite pepperony fics feat. one pseudo spideyson ?😁❤️

Ohhh, twist my arm if you must. 😏 You know you came to the right girl, so I'll try my best while admitting some are more technically fitting the concept versus being Pepperony/Ironparents-to-Peter centric the whole time. I’m picky about fic, so the list isn’t as long as I wish it was. If you have more fics to rec in this area, feel free to reblog and add them!

You’re probably here because you’ve read my fic, which is just me writing all of the Pepperony + Peter into the world that I want, but if you haven’t read my stuff…I have it in spades. ☺️

the hearth by sagemb

In this one, we’re ignoring canon and having fun picturing a future where Peter’s about to go off to college, and hanging out with Peter for a weekend makes Tony realize that he and Pepper are actually pretty interested in having kids. It’s good and soft and healthy about couples therapy stuff with Tony and Pepper and I love it.

good kid name by rainwaiter

Pepper BioMom!AU where Pepper doesn’t NEED Tony to help her have the child she didn’t plan for, but he’s there and moony about her and loves Peter from the jump.

hydra's not a home (series) by tempestaurora

Not exactly news that this series is amazing, but it was one of the first Tony/Pepper-as-Peter's-bioparents fics I'd ever read in the fandom (honestly one of the first SERIES I'd read in the fandom) and will always have a special place in my heart.

[More under the cut!]

built from scraps (series) by peterstank

Probably also incredibly well known in the fandom, but a favorite of mine for always. The way this fic/series deals with so much and gets every part right will never cease to amaze me, particularly on the Peter and Pepper front. The way they're allowed to grieve and grow and become family in the first fic alone...*chef's kiss*

the gift of you (series) by MayWilder

Specifically boundaries of myself and epilogue are Pepper-Peter centric, but the whole series does a great job at establishing a closeness between the Starks and Parkers, and in doing so how they end up so close when Peter needs a guardian after May passes. (I'll admit I'm not a huge Parkner shipper, so I mostly read the gen fics in this series, but if that ship is your thing, that's an added bonus later!)

From the Mixed-Up Files of Ms. Virginia "Pepper" Potts by sturionic

I highly recommend the series that this is in as a whole—it’s funny and sweet until it gets angsty too, and it’s all a good read! But particularly I love this fic because there’s so much casual intimacy as the Starks and both Parkers grow into family, and even short scenes feel very alive and warm by being so descriptive.

the best day with you by tonystarktrash

Tony is Peter’s single dad and Pepper is his teacher, a fluffy trope that always hits perfectly written by an author I love. (Keep an eye out for their latest fic, which I predict will be incredible and is in the Pepperony + Peter vein.)

a first time for everything by crowkag

Peter is sick while under Tony’s care. Tony anxiously calls Pepper about how to handle it. He realizes he kind of likes this whole parental thing.

In the merry month of June (series) by Gruoch

I'm going to say this counts because Grandparents Pepperony gets me the softest. Pepper's here and wonderfully written and obviously adores Peter growing up and giving them a new baby to fawn over as much as Tony does. Pepper isn't a main focus here but rather part of the whole Stark-Parker-Jones family focus that's so, so present and adorable.

I Would Lay My Armor Down by losingmymindtonight

This fic is really about Peter in the Stark family as a whole, but it's so REAL and interesting in interpreting the future of that family dynamic--family dinners with Drama™️, sibling dynamics, Tony and Pepper growing old as the parents of said siblings...once again including on a technicality but I love it so much!!!

Thank you for the ask!!! I love making a nice rec list! I would also suggest looking at the other works of some of these authors—there’s definitely more Pepper buried in their other fics that I may have forgotten or just felt didn’t qualify for this list in particular!

#irondad #spiderson #ironfam #ironmom #pepperony #fic recs #marvel #tony x pepper #peter parker #asks #anon

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the-amazing-simp · 2 years

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[My 200 follower celebration is now closed. I’ll just be finishing up on the remaining asks. Thanks for joining!]

prompt: We’ll Be the Stars by Sabrina Carpenter (We are young, we are gold, trying things we didn’t know.)

Until My Last Breath

“What’re you doing here?” Peter asked, catching sight of you weaving your way through police cars to get to him.

“What do you mean ‘what am I doing here?’“ You said in a hushed tone, looking up at the masked vigilante who was also known as your boyfriend.

“I think that question speaks for itself.” Peter deadpanned, the eye roll practically present in his voice.

“I meant that sarcastically.” You muttered, fully knowing that he would hear anyway with his enhanced hearing, “Anyway, I’m here to help you.”

“Are you out of your mind?” Peter said, “I know you have good intentions, but may I remind you - you weren’t bitten by a radioactive spider. And even if you did manage to acquire some water powers, I still won’t.”

“I know that.” You argued, the fire crackling from all of the buildings around you, “But, I just have this feeling okay, that if I just let you be - I won’t see you again.”

“Aaw baby,” He cooed, cupping your face in his hands as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, “I’ll always come back to you no matter what, I won’t stop annoying you until my last breath.”

You nodded, licking your lips, “You better be keeping that promise Parker or else I might just come after you if you don’t.”

“When it comes to you darling, I’m not breaking any promises.”

—

You felt as if the world had stopped moving and was literally pulled from under your feet the minute you saw Peter after the battle.

His suit, despite being fire proof was almost completely black from the ashes and burns, his hair was singed at its ends, a couple of wounds littered his body and he was practically leaning to the wall of the building as all of what remained from the battle was smoke.

“Oh Peter,” you immediately run to his side, trying to hold back tears, “I knew it! I should’ve gone with you!”

“Hey! Hey.” Peter tried to speak up his voice hoarse, “I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not!” You sobbed, hands shaking as you tried to take the first aid kit you brought along in your bag.

“Hey.” He said, placing his hands on your shaking ones to get your attention, “I’m okay, I’ll be fine. Aunt May once told me that we are young, we are gold, we’re trying things we didn’t know.”

You laughed, “I don’t think she said that with a near death experience in mind.”

Peter grinned, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, “At least I kept my promise and came back to you alive right?”

Peter Parker and Andrew Garfield Taglistl:

@beloved-bucky, @hunnybunimdun, @andrewgarfield2022, @jasmin7813, @andrewgarfieldsbae, @spxiiee, @shaded-echoes-recs, @holy-macncheese-balls, @mcugeekposts

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innytoes · 1 year

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I posted 7,680 times in 2022

That's 631 more posts than 2021!

382 posts created (5%)

7,298 posts reblogged (95%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@fiddlepickdouglas

@bostonbakeddeans

@invisibleraven

@curvesomesunsets

@bearfeathers

I tagged 7,490 of my posts in 2022

Only 2% of my posts had no tags

#julie and the phantoms - 2,652 posts

#fanfic - 955 posts

#many lols - 940 posts

#art - 758 posts

#alex mercer - 492 posts

#leverage - 490 posts

#reggie peters - 487 posts

#willex - 439 posts

#right in the feels - 426 posts

#willie throckmorton - 377 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#the world pretended to unite for half a week and then it was too much work and we blew up each other before the aliens could blow up the sun

My Top Posts in 2022:

Chaotic Writing Prompts

Did you seriously eat all my Oreos?

Can I pet your dog?

We do not need that many tiny pumpkins.

Want to help egg my ex’ house?

Can I get a kid’s menu and a rum and coke, please?

At least your hair still looks good.

I’m a real adult, just last week I bought a vegetable.

What do you mean, ‘whoops’?

Get in the fucking blanket fort.

Please stop talking about how you want to bang my dad.

If it helps, this isn’t actually my cat.

This was supposed to be a date?

I have such soft hair and nobody is playing with it!

I’m sorry, what were you saying? I saw a dog and I stopped listening.

I want to sit on their lap and feed them grapes.

Go step on a lego.

Sorry your crotch is bleeding.

Be gay, do crime.

Why am I in your phone as ‘himbo number two’?

Oh no, she’s hot.

Go take a nap and maybe you’ll feel better.

He’s such a nerd.

That’s not a cat it’s an opossum.

Are you crying about dogs on the internet again?

For the love of all that is holy, please go to sleep.

I’m sorry my cat keeps stealing your underwear.

It’s my emotional support Furby.

Why are we running?

Sorry isn’t going to bring back the last slice of cheesecake.

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Between Reggie hanging out and commenting on Ray’s photography and Reggie being delighted with and commenting on that lady at Eats&Beats taking pictures of her food, I have concluded that Reggie would be the one to take all the cute Behind The Scenes footage for the Julie and the Phantoms social media pages Flynn runs. And yes he will go full Instagram Boyfriend and lay down on the floor to get the perfect shot of Julie looking like a rockstar or Alex looking all heart-eyed at Willie.

And yes Flynn starts letting him write captions which is why you’ve got things like ‘the way Alex looks at Willie is the same way Luke looks at a shiny new guitar (sorry Julie)’ and ‘I think Julie Molina should be president maybe’.

304 notes - Posted April 18, 2022

Leverage OT3, urban fantasy, for the three sentence fic

"So let me get this straight," Hardison said, crossing his arms and staring at the chinchilla on the table. "The emerald Parker stole turned Nate into that?"

The animal on the table was nibbling on a seed, glaring at the four of them, which wasn't very effective because, you know, it was a tiny fluffy chinchilla.

"I'm going to make him so many tiny hats," Parker whispered, eyes big.

312 notes - Posted April 16, 2022

Finland is wearing a raincoat to protect himself from all the body glitter backstage.

325 notes - Posted May 14, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

New Leverage Redemption trailer really went like ‘we don’t have Hardison for all the episodes but when we do he is the sexiest motherfucker alive’, huh.

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #personal waffling #shocking alex is above Reggie in the tags but also he is very much a mood #many lols

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cinematicsoph · 2 years

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it should've been me • marvel blurb

summary: during the snap, Tony Stark is the one who got dusted rather than Peter Parker, leaving Peter in space with Nebula. The only problem is, with his super spider metabolism and lack of resources, Peter is suffering more consequences than Nebula

warnings: pain, I'm so sorry

a/n: this is inspired by a random thought my bestie (@nonsensicalollie) had and texted me about. the cover art is also done by him

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"Is this recording? Hey, Aunt May. Or whoever found this. This better not end up on social media, Flash will never let me hear the end of it," Peter sighs heavily and looks out the window. He's lost track of the time, space is always dark. "I don’t know if you’re ever going to see these. I don’t even know if you’re still...God, I hope so. Today’s day twenty-one, no...twenty-two."

Nebula is listening from the other side of the room. It's been twenty-two days since the snap and half the world dusted, leaving Nebula and Peter in space. Luckily, The Benatar was left there too so they had a way to get back to earth. Unluckily, they only have so much food and water for the both of them (and who knows how long they'll be out here).

"You know, if it wasn’t for the existential terror of staring into the literal void of space, I’d say I’m feeling a little better today. Infection’s run its course, thanks to Ms. Nebula back there. I think you'd like her, May. She’s very practical. And only a tiny bit sadistic."

Nebula smiles slightly at his words. During the twenty-two days, they've formed a bit of a bond. Nebula was never one to show emotions, and Peter was one to always show emotions. An unexpected team they were, but still a good one.

“The fuel cells were cracked during battle, but we figured out a way to reverse the ion charge. I know you don’t know what any of that means, but basically we bought ourselves about 48 hours of flight time. Problem is that was about...49 hours ago.” Peter chuckles, trying to bring humor to the depressing vibe he’s created. (Spoiler: it didn’t help). “Which means, we’re dead in the water. A thousand light years from the nearest 7-11.” (Still not helping, Pete).

Nebula knew that between the two of them, she’d be more likely to get out of this alive. Nothing against the kid, just everything against that damn spider metabolism. Peter’s spider powers affected his metabolism more than he was letting on, Nebula quickly figured that out. On about day ten, she started realizing that if they didn’t make it back to earth soon, he would likely die in space.

“Most of the quote-unquote ‘food’ and potable water ran out two weeks ago,” Peter sniffles. He’s trying to keep it together for May, for anyone else that happens to watch this, and maybe a little bit for himself too. “I know I said no more surprises. But, I gotta say, I was really hoping to pull off one last one. But it looks like…” Peter freezes. Come on, Spider-Man. You know what it looks like, Nebula knows what it looks like, and anyone seeing this video knows what it looks like. Taking a deep breath and shaking his head, Peter leaves the last sentence unfinished. “Don’t feel bad about this. Really, May…anyone. I was trying to be like…I should probably lie down for a minute, rest my eyes. I’m fine, totally fine. I larb you, Aunt May.”

Nebula steps away from where she’s standing and goes to grab the last little bit of water. She walks back over to Peter and sees him with his eyes closed.

“Kid!” She nudges his foot with hers, maybe a little too hard. “You can’t do this, okay? Here. It’s the last of the water. You need it more than I do.” She hands him the water expecting him to take it but instead gets no response. “Peter?” She nudges him again except this time she leans down and nudges his shoulder. She hated to admit it, but she was scared. The spider metabolism is a real bitch to the poor kid.

"I'm fine!" Peter jerked awake and stared at Nebula. He would never mention it, but he saw the tears in her eyes as she stared down at him. “I’m sorry, I just needed to rest my eyes a few minutes.” His voice was raspy and his head was pounding from minimal water intake.

“Take the water.” She didn’t bother acknowledging the kids voice, she figured he already knew. She handed him the water and he grabbed it. He took the biggest sip of water she’s ever seen anyone take. She was right though, he needs it more than she does. She can survive this. Him? She’s not so sure anymore.

Nebula finds Peter laying on the floor sleeping. She helps Peter into Quill’s chair. Since the guardians have disappeared, Peter and Nebula have guessed that they wouldn’t mind them using their stuff.

Peter slumps and slouches in the chair. Nebula leaves his alone, giving him his privacy. Peter closes his eyes and leans against the glass window next to him. He’s so tired. He’s never been this tired in his life. The dehydration, the starvation, the lack of sleep, everything is catching up to the poor kid and he can barely keep his eyes open anymore. The window is so cold, which isn’t helping Peter’s shivering problem. But it’s helping him stay awake…kind of.

Peter’s been out for a bit now. Nebula lets him sleep, he needs it. She looks over at him and sees a bright light shining on his face. She expects him to open his eyes at the light, but he doesn’t. She walks up behind the chair and shields her eyes. The light means they’re back to Earth, it means they made it through. She looks down at Peter smiling and sees his eyes are still closed.

“Peter?” She goes around the chair and shakes him. “Peter, wake up. We did it.”

Steve, Bruce, and Natasha run out of the Avengers compound. They see the silhouette of someone guiding the ship to the ground. Steve runs up to the ship as Nebula is seen carrying the lifeless body of Peter Parker.

“It should’ve been me,” she sniffled.

#marvel blurb #peter parker #marvel #painful #im so sorry #don't hate me lmao #blurb #marvel cinematic universe #mcu blurb #cinematicsoph

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Mature Rated Fics Masterlist 2

part one

Complimentary Colors (ao3) - zenkitty555 stephen/tony 32k

Summary: Tony Stark is learning how to let go and live a little after giving his all for so long. Stephen Strange is still trying to balance all of his duties and find some time for himself. When Tony has to give him some bad news, the two start to realize that they may be able to help one another out in a few different ways.

Compression (ao3) - NamelessDragon bucky/loki 102k

Summary: Bucky's been in Wakanda a while, trying to keep his head down and learn to enjoy life again in the wake of the removal of Hydra's programming.

Then one day he falls down a hole into a secret lab.

Things don't get easier from there.

Dissonance (ao3) - stuckybarnes peter/wade 121k

Summary: Wherein Deadpool is reluctantly hired to protect Peter Parker from an organization out to hunt him, with varying success on both ends and quite a lot of feelings, revelations, and identity crises.

Do No Harm (ao3) - AuroraWest, the_genderman loki/stephen 69k

Summary: When Loki stole the Tesseract from the Avengers, he hadn’t been trying to break the universe. Nor had he anticipated a wizard saving his life.

Now, Loki finds himself in the New York Sanctum, helping Stephen Strange hold the universe together—while he himself falls apart. But trouble finds the God of Mischief whether he invites it or not, and good things don’t last for Loki. As his universe crumbles and takes another with it, he’ll be faced with a choice: the greater good or the people he loves.

Halo (ao3) - paxlux loki/tony 35k

Summary: The timeline starts in a fall of glass. There’s a staggering loss of gravity as Tony stares up at the suddenly blue sky.

i'm fine all alone (but its nice to be here with you) (ao3) - soliloquent steve/tony 9k

Summary: “Steve is content with spending the holidays alone. Being alive in a safe world — that was reason enough to be grateful, however fleeting this sense of security might be.

He is more than surprised to learn that Tony plans on spending it alone, too.”

—⎊—

or: Two months after the Battle of Earth, Tony, grappling with post-retirement uncertainty and an identity crisis, invites Steve on a Christmas trip to Jamaica. 🍹

Kingdom Come (ao3) - soniclipstick (veriscence) clint/phil, steve/tony 85k

Summary: Clint can't let go of his guilt, Phil knows something isn't right about his resurrection, and everybody knows Nick Fury lies.

There's an epic love story in there somewhere, if only Clint and Phil could look up from their wallowing and see what they have right in front of their eyes.

Hawkguy-616-MCU mash up. Beware the continuity.

Revenant (ao3).- stele3 steve/bucky 73k

Summary: Post-movie AU in which Bucky didn’t just leave Steve on a river bank...he took him.

Rock Me Gently (ao3) - enigma731, invisibledaemon gamora/peter 479k

Summary: “She is our--She is Gamora,” Nebula says. “There is only one Gamora and I know her better than any of you do.” She pauses and glares at Peter, clearly challenging him to protest that. For once, he doesn’t dare. “This Gamora has jumped forward in time nine years, but she is the same person at her core. Just as you are the same despite not having experienced the last five years I did. We are all just--out of sync at the moment.”

Take Me Home (ao3) - dabblingwithwords steve/bucky, pepper/tony 78k

Summary: “I’m so sorry, I’m gonna help you I promise, just don’t move, fuck, I ran over Captain America–” the man apologized, over and over, and all Steve managed to say was, “You’re really attractive,” before passing out on the guy’s lap in the middle of the road.

Terrible Idea (ao3) - MountainRose, szzzt steve/tony 55k

Summary: Steve and Tony get captured by AIM. Steve can handle bad wine and worse monologuing, but when he gets back to the cell, Tony's not quite how he left him.

It doesn't slow them down much.

The Contract (ao3) - Laily loki/stephen 60k

Summary: An awkward dinner party brings Doctor Stephen Strange and Loki of Asgard together; though ill-at-ease, still they seek the company of each other, being the odd ones out. One wakes up somewhat rested, the other in the worst pain of his life.

Thor is not a happy camper.

The Last Love Song of Anthony E. Stark (ao3) - jibrailis steve/tony, loki/sif 42k

Summary: After contracting an Asgardian virus, Tony starts forgetting things. And people. And Steve.

The Road to Courage (By Way of San Francisco) (ao3) - Sproings steve/bucky 89k

Summary: A road trip with Bucky sounded great. Except for the corporate sponsorship. And the strangers who’d be going with them. And the way Bucky always said they were “practically brothers” when Steve wanted ...

He tried not to think about what he wanted.

It was going to be a long drive to California.

The Tears We Hold Back (ao3) - Scarlet_Black wanda/natasha 115k

Summary: After losing her brother and her home, Wanda moves in with the Avengers, where a friendship grows between her and Natasha - and eventually develops into something more. But life catches up with them when someone interferes with the missions Wanda goes on and Natasha finds out that the Red Room is still operating.

This is a slow burn, post AoU tower fic (that takes place in the Avengers compound).

the shadows of beasts and kings (ao3) - GrimRevolution 43k

Summary: madness /măd′nĭs/ noun

1) A defense against terror.

2) A defense against grief.

til the clocks run down (ao3) - andibeth82 clint/laura/natasha 257k

Summary: "I think I do love her."

The words don’t shock her -- not really, not when she lets herself think about it. She does believe that Clint hadn't been sure about how deep his feelings for Natasha went the first time he admitted his attraction to her. But Laura would have been a fool to believe there wasn’t something more developing, especially after being around them in the few times they’d visited together since Clint’s confession. It had been easy to tell how their partnership was becoming comfortable, a relationship as worn and cozy as the one Laura’s built for herself with the man she’s loved for almost eight years.

[the beginning, the middle, and the journey home]

Things Unseen (That Are Captured on Film) (ao3) - scifigrl47 steve/tony, clint/phil 41k

Summary: In which the Avengers discover the video footage of Tony testing the Iron Man armor, and that goes about as well as it could be expected. Steve Rogers attempts to make peace with his lover's rather cavalier attitude to his health and safety, and starts learning more about Tony's family along the way, both the one he was born into, and the one he's chosen. And, of course, the one that's chosen him.

Subtitled: It's all Clint's fault. No one is surprised.

Whatever you say darling (ao3) - XtaticPearl bucky/tony 9k

Summary: Tony has been trying to woo Bucky for about a year now. He flirts, he builds him things, he kisses him on the cheek after movie nights and does almost everything he can think of to convince the guy that he really wants to date him. Bucky is strangely steadfast in his answer though: No, they can't date. After an explosive argument about the issue, Tony leaves the Tower for Malibu, making the team wary of a moody Bucky. When he comes back after two weeks, things are a bit...different.

Tony is actually doing exactly what Bucky asks. And it is creeping the team out while making Bucky go crazy.

what pain it was to drown (ao3) - winteratdusk steve/bucky 37k

Summary: It was November of 1941, the air was bright and clear and cold, and Bucky was starting to feel like he was living at the end of the world.

Or, with the world at war, responsibility on his shoulders, and the draft looming closer by the day, Bucky's just trying his best to stay afloat. Drinking seems to help, until it doesn’t.

#themculibrary #marvel #mcu #masterlists #mature #mature masterlist

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an au because I don’t have the resource to write actual fic:

stony/irondad.

Mary Fitzpatrick, before she became Parker, had a fight with her boyfriend, broke up with him and then decided to have one night stand. Then, well, apparently birth control isn’t 100% effective. She decides to keep the baby, gets back together with Richard, he says he’s ready to support her and adopt the kid/say they’re his. But Mary thinks it’s a right thing to do to inform biodad, even though she doesn’t think anything will come of it.

Well. Not so fast.

Tony asks for the dna test, and after it comes positive they come to an arrangement. Richard is going to be an actual dad for the kid, and Tony will pay for stuff and be in contact. But, well, then he has to help them to make it to the hospital for the birth, and Peter’s born, and Peter’s an awesome baby. Tony thinks he’s never seen a baby that awesome.

Eventually it evolves in Tony being the cool uncle, who visits often, gives cool gifts, is a surprisingly good babysitter, kinda extremely anxious about how Peter react to vaccines and stuff… okay, he’s not cool in the slightest.

Then Mary & Richard die. Tony is very sure he’s a horrible parent, so he defers to Ben & May. But Peter knows him and loves him, and May and Ben wasn’t expecting a traumatized kid, so they need all the help, and eventually Tony becomes a third parent. They all bond. Tony & May chaotic brotp. Ben as the voice of reason. Pepper and Rhodey being auntie and uncle. They make a family, and Tony stops drinking that much, he’s happier, he’s doing better.

(He actually starts to ask Obadiah uncomfortable questions and change his thoughts about the direction SI is going and oh obviously that need to stop, Obadiah thinks, ordering a hit on him. At least he didn’t change the will to the kid, and the kid is officially not his. There no need to tie those ends.)

(I have a family, he says in the quiet of the cave. I have a son.)

Iron Man is a challenge. Tony needs to be alive for Peter, but he also needs for the world to be safe — for Peter. And he needs to have a legacy that he’s not ashamed of. May is angry with him (she is worried). Ben quietly supports him.

When he finds out about the poisoning, Tony goes on vacation. Some distant island, nobody there but their family. He lies and lies and lies, and tells many dad jokes, and cries at night looking at Peter’s sleeping form.

He survives.

In 2012 Parkers watch him flowing into the wormhole. May punches him really hard. Peter sleeps with Tony that night.

The Tower is a project to help Tony hide the family better: they have their own floor, and Peter lives there several days a week. It’s not that far from queens, and it’s sustainable enough so they wouldn’t need to spend time outside (and get caught by paparazzis). They have a family dinner once a week. It’s hard, sometimes, to hide the kid from the world — but Tony didn’t want him to have a childhood similar to his own. Plus, all the supervillains.

But then. There’s avengers. And it becomes complicated.

(A subplot when everyone thinks that Tony’s dating Pepper, then May, then both of them — is he cheating? What’s going on?

In reality Tony hasn’t got laid in a long long time and both Pepper and May are very mean to him about it. Look, he has SI, Iron Man, and a kid. When the fuck will he date?)

Him & Steve are better after the saving-the-world together, but it’s still awkward and tense. Plus, well. Steve doesn’t get why Tony tends to disappear sometimes/has some time slots when he can’t come to the important meetings. It’s not a SI thing, so Steve thinks he’s slacking.

(In reality, Tony refuses to be a father to busy to spend time with his kid)

They bicker about it constantly. Tony never says the real reason. It’s tense. May hears once their arguing and tries to punch Steve in the face, because she’s ridiculous protective of Tony (like an older sibling). Steve’s very confused. Tony’s very done. Pepper and Ben are amused.

But the relationship between Steve and Tony is stale and complicated and full of animosity. (Maybe add some ust in the mix.)

Until, well. There’s some supervillain, and Tower’s attacked while Peter was inside, and he’s fine, he didn’t even notice it happening, but still. Tony is scared. So for the next family dinner he invites Steve, introduces him to Peter (who has a Captain America fan moment) and says: we may not like each other but if something happens to me I’m expecting you to die but keep my son safe.

Steve has never been more attracted to anyone in his life. (He has a little freak out. Apparently he’s into dilfs. Who knew.)

Then it’s a lot of pining Steve, oblivious Tony and adorable Peter who says stuff like Tony (bc Richard was dad, Tony is Tony), auntie Pepper said you’re cranky because you need a boyfriend. Uncle Steve, do you want to be his boyfriend?

(Steve wants to be his boyfriend so much.)

#stevetony #irondad #superfamily #tony stark #peter parker #mary parker #richard parker #may parker #ben parker #steve rogers #tony/may brotp #family feels #prompt

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Sunshine Boy

i've never written a story featuring a peter parker that wasn't tom holland's version, so i hope i did them justice...also fun fact the word "Peter" is in this 273 times haha

After losing May to the Green Goblin and everyone else due to Dr. Strange's memory-erasing spell, Peter Parker is on his own and struggling to adapt. Fortunately, a pair of unexpected interdimensional visitors stop by to help him adjust, and remind him how to feel joy despite his tragic circumstances.

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Puffy white snow flurries dropped from the sky and flitted past black eye-lenses. By morning, the city would be blanketed in a dense pelt of snow. Spider-Man disconnected the web-line from his wrist and stuck to the outside wall of his apartment building, shivering against the frigid breeze. This winter’s cold had a certain bite to it that felt icier than any he’d experienced before.

He made his way to his floor, careful to avoid the prying eyes of his neighbors, and slipped inside his room through the window. His AC unit was absolute shit, so the apartment offered little relief from the cold. But at least he was out of the wind.

Spider-Man shut the window and peeled the mask off his head, puffing out his cheeks. His hands were numb; his toes felt like miniature popsicle sticks. He cupped his palms around his mouth and breathed hot air between his fingers, trying to bring some feeling back. Now that he was using his own homemade Spider-Man suit instead of Mr. Stark’s (whose A.I. no longer remembered him, just like the rest of the world, and had therefore locked him out of the network and all of the costume’s functions, rendering it useless to him), Peter seriously needed to start saving for some thermals. He’d never realized how good he’d had it—wearing a suit with a built-in heater. That is, until now, when he was freezing his ass off every time he went out on patrol.

He checked the time on his phone. 1:58 AM. Could be worse. After everything that had happened, everything he’d lost, he’d unconsciously began spending way more time as Spider-Man, and as little time as possible as Peter Parker. Even after breaking and unbreaking the multiverse, Spider-Man still had a lot going for him as NYC’s friendly neighborhood (and now, once again, anonymous) superhero. He had power, presence, and a name people recognized, albeit some more fondly than others. And there was always someone somewhere who could use the web-head’s help.

But Peter Parker, on the other hand? He had…nothing. No one. All that was left from the life he once led was an old coffee cup, some Star Wars Legos, and a lonely headstone he stopped by once a week to leave fresh flowers beside.

He didn’t like to think about it. It was all too painful to dwell on. So when he wasn’t job hunting, errand running, or studying for the GED, he was out in the city, fighting crime as Spider-Man. It was a welcome and effective distraction from the weight of his grief, which clung to the inside of his throat and throbbed with every beat of his heart and threatened to drag him someplace dark and deep that he might never escape. He had to stay busy and keep himself occupied in order to combat that despair, to keep moving forward, to pay the bills, save the citizens, keep May’s legacy alive, keep everyone safe.

Peter stripped out of his suit and bundled into his old Midtown High pullover, some sweats, and a pair of fuzzy socks. He had laundry to do, a budgeting plan he still needed to finish, and another chapter left in his study guide to get through, but all that would have to wait. Right now, the only thing Peter had the energy left to do was crawl into his creaky twin bed, bury himself beneath mildew-smelling covers, and pray for a dreamless sleep.

He was in the middle of counting his one hundred and twenty-eighth sheep when a bright orange light suddenly flooded the room. His eyes flew open, and he was on his feet in seconds, fists raised, heart hammering in his chest.

“Ah! H-hey! The hell is—?”

Peter gasped. A glowing, circular opening yawned before him. It hovered in the center of his tiny bedroom, bathing the space in orange light, spitting sparks in every direction. It looked similar to the magical portals Dr. Strange opened, but less sorcerer-y, more fiery. Flaming tongues stretched from the opening and lapped at the walls and floors of his apartment. Arches of fire that reminded him of solar flares pulsed off the circle’s circumference. The harsh heat washed over his face and made him squint.

“It worked! It worked!” he heard an excited voice call. “You’re a genius, Doc!”

“No way!” a second voice exclaimed. Both sounded oddly familiar. “Does that mean we can go inside?”

“Machine’s stable now. Dimensional rift is holding steady and secure. Just beep me on the transponder when you’re ready to return, and I’ll pull you right back out.”

Peter shielded his eyes with his hands, inching closer to the portal. “Um…hello?” he called skittishly. “Who’s there? W-what’s happening?”

And then, two figures suddenly jumped through the opening and landed in front of him, startling Peter so much he stumbled backwards and fell onto his bed.

“Wha! Holy—!” His eyes darted rapidly between the pair of faces, which he immediately recognized. The realization dawned on him like a slap across the mouth. His muscles relaxed and his eyes went wide. “You…what? Oh…oh my god.”

“Peter!” Peter 2 greeted him. He wore casual clothes, though he could see the hem of his red suit poking out from under his collar. The man smiled wide and held out his arms. “I can’t believe it. It’s really you! We’re really here! Again!”

“Sorry for scaring you!” Peter 3 chimed in, gesturing between the two of them. “It’s us! The other Peter Parkers slash Spider-Men! You remember?”

Peter slid off the bed and dropped to his feet, huffing out an incredulous laugh. An overwhelming flood of emotions immediately rushed through him. He swallowed, pressing a hand to his chest.

“You—you remember me?” he barely managed to choke out. “I wasn’t sure—after Strange’s spell—of course I remember you guys, b-but—you actually remember me?”

“Yeah, we remember you,” Peter 2 chuckled, clearly confused. “You seriously expected us to forget about you that quickly? I know I’m older than the two of you, but I’m not that old. Give me a little credit.”

“It’s so good to see you again!” Peter 3 said enthusiastically. “We really missed ya, bud! How’ve you been?”

Peter’s jaw hung open while his brain grappled to process all of this. The knot of feelings in his throat branched through his chest down into his gut, overpowering all attempts to shut it out. His eyes stung as a smile touched his lips.

“I…” he began, voice tight. Then he shook his head and raced forward, crashing into their arms, which embraced him eagerly. “You’re here! And you remember me! This is—insane! I thought I’d never see you again!”

The other Peters laughed as they hugged him, squeezing him tight and patting his back. Peter didn’t even try to stop the tears from flowing; he hadn’t been hugged by anyone since the day he lost everything.

“Aw, buddy,” Peter 3 said, rubbing circles into his shoulders. “Come on, now. If you start crying, then I’m gonna start crying, then all of us are gonna turn into one big blubbery mess.”

“You okay?” Peter 2 asked earnestly. Peter pulled away and ran his hands under his eyes, struggling to compose himself.

“Yeah, yeah,” he insisted, sniffling. “Sorry, I just—I really missed you guys.”

“We missed you too,” Peter 2 said with a smile. The portal behind them fizzled out of existence, leaving the three Spider-Men standing in the dark. Peter dried his tears on his sweatshirt and ran to flip the lights on, which took a few seconds to flicker lethargically to life.

“How are you even here? How is this even possible?”

“Doctor Octavius and I have been working together to reconfigure his old fusion reactor design into a ‘dimension-hopping’ machine,” Peter 2 explained, putting air quotes around dimension-hopping. “Knowing that other universes existed and were able to be transversed gave us a solid jumping off point. Once we got the math and the power necessities calculated, we just had to find the connective string that linked our universes to yours.”

“Which was us!” Peter 3 stated proudly. “Us as in, Spider-Men. Peter Parkers. Universes where Peter Parker exists and is also Spider-Man. Ya get it?”

Peter blinked, mouth hanging agape. “You mean you and Doc actually managed to build a universe-jumping device?”

Peter 2 shrugged nonchalantly. “Sometimes magic is just science we haven’t figured out yet. I couldn’t have done it without Doc's help, which I wouldn’t have had if you hadn’t fixed his inhibitor chip. So you’re really the one to thank for all this being possible.” He nodded towards Peter 3. “After the machine worked for his universe, we figured we outta pop by and visit you in yours.”

“And now here we are!” Peter 3 cheered. “Is this not the coolest thing to happen, like, ever?”

Peter nodded, beaming. “It’s all—just—wow. Incredible.” A chuckle escaped him. “And hey, thanks for thinking of me amidst all these groundbreaking, multiverse-perusing technological discoveries. Warms my heart.”

Peter 2 swept his gaze across Peter’s apartment and hunched his shoulders. “So, uh, how have you been holding up? I see you’ve found a new place to crash.”

“Oh yeah,” Peter 3 said, eyeing the cracked ceiling and the eclectic culture of mold growing around the air vent. “It’s, um…it’s nice. You know, cozy, homey, not too pretentious—”

“It’s a shithole,” Peter giggled with a shrug. “But it’s my shithole. I’m just happy to have a roof over my head—even if there’s a fifty percent chance of it caving in from water damage at any given moment. Apparently it’s very hard to find a place that’ll accept your application if you don’t already have a job. Or, you know, ‘aren’t legally an adult’ just yet.”

Both older Peters smiled hesitantly. “Right.”

“I also didn’t realize just how expensive the things you have to pay for on top of an already very expensive rent are. Like, you know—water. And electricity. And a fee for an exterminator who is definitely not doing their job. And renter’s insurance! What the hell even is that? Has that always been a thing?” He sighed, scratching at his hair. “It’s all just—you know—very new. Eye-opening.”

Peter 3 pointed at the pots and pans crusted with a variety of burnt cuisines piled in the sink. “Have you been, uh, trying out some new recipes?”

Blush dusted across Peter’s cheeks. “Oh, er, yeah,” he stammered sheepishly, jogging past him to scrub at the blackened spaghetti sauce caked to the bottom of the pan. “Heh, another fun thing I’ve discovered over this past month: my complete lack of cooking skills. I can’t afford to eat out every day, so I’ve been trying to teach myself how to make a few of the dishes May always cooked for me. So far the only things I’ve managed not to burn to the point of being inedible have been grilled cheese and mac and cheese. So…thank god I’m not lactose intolerant.” He stared wordlessly at the dirty cookware for a few moments, his eyes going wide as the epiphany struck him. “Dish soap!” he cried, throwing the sponge down in frustration. “That’s what I forgot to get at the store today! Ugh—I knew I was forgetting something. I’ll have to swing by again tomorrow.”

Peter 2 and 3 exchanged an uneasy glance before turning back to Peter 1. “Still adjusting to the new living arrangements, huh?”

Peter huffed wearily before pasting on a tired grin. “Yeah. Haven’t figured out my routine just yet.” He yawned and rubbed his eyes. “But I’ll get there. You know, eventually.”

“I’m sorry you’ve had to struggle with all these things by yourself,” Peter 2 said, crossing the room to lay a hand on his back. “I know how hard it can be.”

“Have you asked MJ or your friend Ned for any cooking advice?” Peter 3 offered. “I’m sure between the three of you and that sweet Nana of his, you guys could whip up some cheap, meal-preppy type stuff to get you through the week. I suggest simple, healthy recipes with loads of carbs and protein. You know, to give you enough energy for late night web-swinging.”

Peter gazed into his stack of failed cooking attempts with a blurry haze over his eyes. After a few seconds of silence had passed, the hand on his back gave his arm a small squeeze.

“Peter? What’s wrong?”

Peter 3 cupped his palms over his mouth in horror. “Oh my god. Don’t tell me—did you guys break up? I swear, if you broke up, love is officially dead.”

Peter tried to laugh, but it came out more like a sob. “No, we didn’t—didn’t break up,” he said, swallowing thickly. His chin dropped towards the floor. “They, um…they just don’t remember me.”

Peter 2 searched the boy’s hollow expression, trying to understand. “What do you mean?”

“In order to stop the spell I botched from breaking the universe, Dr. Strange had to cast a new spell that made everyone in the world forget who I am,” Peter explained stiffly. “Including them. Ned and…and MJ.” He stared at his feet. “He did it after you guys were sent home.”

Peter 2 released Peter 1’s shoulder, his heart sinking in his chest. “Oh, bud,” he said mournfully.

“Wait, so…this whole time since we’ve been gone, you haven’t had anyone? You’ve been alone this entire time? Through the holidays and New Years and…all of it?”

“Have you talked to them? I mean, did you try to—I don’t really understand how magic spells in this universe work, but—maybe there’s a way you could get them to remember. Snap them out of it, jog their memory, you know?”

The longer they spoke, the more desolate the kid’s expression became. He shook his head, voice breaking.

“I tried. But, um…they don’t—don’t remember. They can’t.” He shrugged, sniffling. “But…maybe it’s for the best, you know? Without me, they’re so much safer and more successful. They actually have futures now. They’re both going to MIT next fall. And they’re, like, really excited about it. I don’t want to mess that up for them again.” He blinked the tears from his eyes and sucked in a shaky breath. “So…yes. I’ve been alone. But I’m—I’m okay with that.”

“Are you?” Peter 3 countered. Peter 1 turned to meet his gaze. The look on the poor kid’s face was absolutely heartbreaking. “I know I wouldn’t be,” he continued. “And I for one am not okay watching you try to do what we do without any kind of support system backing you. Trust me: it’s not sustainable.”

“Spider-Man was never meant to be a solo act,” Peter 2 agreed. “I wouldn’t be the hero I am today without the support and guidance I’ve had from my loved ones. We need to surround ourselves with people who care about us, who understand what we’re fighting for, and who can pull our heads out of our asses whenever we’ve lost our way.”

Peter wiped his cheeks and shook his head, voice laced with grief. “I can’t put them in danger again,” he whimpered. “Not Ned or MJ or anyone else. And even if I wanted to, there’s no one left who even knows I exist. I don’t have anybody.”

“You have us,” Peter 3 corrected him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and giving him an affectionate shake. “We’ll be your support system until you find some locals from your own universe to help you out—whoever they may be.”

“Which we will be constantly hounding you about until you do,” Peter 2 added, ruffling his hair. “We can’t allow one of our own to hole himself up in his shitty little Midtown apartment like some sad spider-hermit. It’s not healthy, and gives a bad name to Spider-Men everywhere.”

Peter laughed in spite of himself, tears spilling from his eyes faster than he could mop them away. He nodded defeatedly. “Fair enough,” he said, gripping his arms at the elbows as he looked between the two Spider-Men. “Thank you. Honestly. You have no idea how nice it is to see you both again.”

Peter 3 lifted his hand off of his shoulder and frowned at his palm. “Um. You do know you’re bleeding, right?”

The youngest of the three Peters looked down at his arm in surprise. “Shit,” he hissed. “Forgot about that. I meant to patch it up as soon as I got home.” He poked at the fresh stain on his sleeve with a groan. “And now I’ve got this to deal with.”

“Four tablespoons of baking soda mixed with a fourth cup of water—gets any bloodstain out in no time,” Peter 2 recited. “Trust me: it’s a lifesaver for people who get injured as often as we do. Really wish I’d known that trick back when I was just starting out.”

“No one warns you about the perils of endless laundering that await you once you enter the superheroing world,” Peter 3 said woefully. He tugged at the bottom of Peter’s sweatshirt. “Come on—let’s get you cleaned up.”

Peter hesitated, then carefully slipped out of his pullover. Once they got a look at what lied underneath, the other Peters realized why. The kid’s arms, back, and chest were covered in wounds—most well on their way to healing, but others still alarmingly fresh. But the worst part of all of it were the gashes on his elbow and beneath his collarbone, which were being held together by messy, jagged stitchwork the boy had clearly sewn himself.

“I’ve been out Spider-Manning a lot more since May died,” he tried to explain, shrinking beneath their wide-eyed stares. “It helps keep my mind off things, but…sometimes I wind up over exerting myself. Taking on too many bad guys at once too many nights in a row.”

Peter 3 clicked his tongue. “Right. Okay. No biggie. It’s tough. We get it.”

Peter 2 leaned in close, his fingers hovering over the stitches in the kid’s arm. “Is this…fishing line?” he spluttered.

Peter hunched his shoulders timidly. “It’s cheaper than the stuff in those fancy suture kits…” he murmured. “Plus, one spool lasts way longer and works better than everything else I’ve tried.”

“I’m horrified to think of what else you’ve tried that’s somehow worse than fishing line,” Peter 3 said with a shudder.

Peter 2 kneaded at his temple. “Geez. Was I ever this insane and reckless? I once threw myself off a building after my powers started to fail and nearly broke my back, but I very quickly learned my lesson.” He snatched the spool of fishing line and the bloodied sewing needle from his side table and held them up pointedly, making Peter 1 wince. “You, on the other hand, obviously haven’t. You have to take care of your body, bud. No cutting corners, no cheap alternatives. Out of all of your priorities, your health always has to come first.”

Peter prodded at his sore stitches and scowled. “I can’t afford to go to the doctor all the time. And I can’t risk exposing my identity again.”

“I get that. Which is why we’re going to teach you how to treat your own injuries. Properly.” He tilted his chin toward the cut on his chest. “Where did you learn how to suture your own wounds?”

Peter licked his lips and averted his gaze. “Um…YouTube?”

A beat passed before Peter 2 inhaled deeply, then sighed. “I’m seriously considering barging into whatever superhero sanctum your teammates live in and giving them a piece of my mind. They haven’t exactly had your back through all of this. What did you call them again? The Apprehenders?”

Peter snorted. “The Avengers,” he corrected him. “And please don’t. We only get together for world-ending-type disasters, not for mending little scratches.” He sat on the edge of his bed, hands fidgeting in his lap. “Besides. None of them remember who I am, either.”

Peter 3 plopped down next to him, producing some medical sutures and gauze from a pocket in his costume. “How about I help stitch you up, and Peter 2 cleans your shirt and suit for ya?”

The young hero scoffed shyly. “You guys—you really don’t have to—”

“But we’re going to,” Peter 2 interrupted him, plucking his costume off the floor. “Gotta look out for our own, right?”

Peter stared between the two Spider-Men with an exhausted but grateful shine in his eyes. “Thank you,” he said, voice small. He'd gone so long without receiving any outside help, it felt weird accepting it now.

“Is this a new suit?” Peter 2 asked, holding it up to get a better look. “Did you make this yourself?”

Peter chuckled. “That bad, huh?”

“No. It’s just—different. I like it. The colors really pop.” He smiled warmly. “I think it suits you better. Makes Spider-Man look…I don’t know. More fun and friendly.”

Peter smiled back, then immediately grimaced as Peter 3 began stitching up the gash in his shoulder. Even with the proper supplies, the process still hurt like a bitch.

“The key to successful suturing is precise movements and keeping everything sterile. The last thing you want is for your wounds to get infected.”

“Ouch,” he groused, trying to stay still. Fortunately, Peter 3 worked quickly.

“Us Spider-People are lucky enough to heal faster than most folks, but that doesn’t mean we’re invincible. Big cuts like this one need to be sutured and treated in order to mend properly.” A minute later, he finished off the last knot, then threw his arms in the air. “Ta-da! See? Not too bad, right? Sorry I don’t have any lollipops for ya.”

Peter looked down at the tidily dressed wound. Compared to his patchy handiwork—well, there was no comparison. “How long do I need to leave them in?” he asked.

“Minimum of three days. And be sure to take it easy—otherwise, you’ll wind up ripping them open and having to start all over again.”

“Suit and shirt are all cleaned up and hanging out to dry,” Peter 2 announced, returning from the kitchen and jabbing his thumb over his shoulder. “I patched the tear in the sleeve as well. Looks good as new.”

Peter huffed out a laugh as he wriggled into a Mets T-shirt. “Whenever I imagined what it’d be like if I ever saw you guys again, this is not at all what I pictured. I thought we’d be thwipping around the city together, having web-swinging races or teaming up for another battle. Not, you know, standing around my shitty apartment, doing laundry and getting lectured on self care. May would be so proud.”

The other Peters chuckled. Peter 2 joined them on the bed and patted the teen’s back. “Peter Parkers are multifaceted beings with multifaceted needs. We can do some fun stuff together soon, once you’re all healed up and have worked out a more stable living routine.”

“My vote is for the web-swinging race,” Peter said eagerly. “That needs to happen, like, ASAP. I have to know which would win: our artificial webbing, or that stuff you make in your body.”

Peter feigned a small smile, but it didn’t last. He chewed his lip and swung his feet, trying to find the right words to articulate his thoughts.

“Can I ask you guys something?”

Peter 2 and 3 shared a quick look before nodding. “Yeah. Of course.”

The boy hugged his arms to his chest and wrinkled his brow. “Did you ever…I mean. After you lost the people you cared so much about, were you ever able to, like…feel like yourself again?”

Both Peters sensed he wasn’t done yet, so they waited for him to continue.

“I don’t think I know who I am without them. I don’t feel like me anymore now that they’re gone. Being happy used to come so naturally to me. I used to be able to find a reason to smile no matter how bleak the circumstances.” He choked out a laugh. “May used to call me her ‘sunshine boy’ because all my life, I’ve been the one who smiles in the face of adversity and goes around cheering everyone else up. But now, it all feels so fake and forced. I don't even have anyone to cheer up anymore. I’m just going through the motions of the happy, carefree person I used to be. Hoping that one day I’ll wake up, and it will somehow feel normal again. Not something I’m forcing myself to do just to cope, you know?”

Peter 2 considered his response carefully. “I think part of what you’re experiencing is a very normal progression of the grieving process that myself and Peter 3 understand well. It’s been almost twenty years since I lost Uncle Ben, and I still don’t feel like the same person I was when he was alive. And…I’m not sure I ever will. He was a part of me, and you’re never going to feel completely whole when part of you is permanently taken away. You have to learn to just…live with it. To carry that grief, that emptiness, and be okay with it.”

Peter 2 heaved a lofty sigh. “Another part of it might just be that you’re growing up and realizing the world isn’t all sunshine and rainbows. Life is tough and painful, especially for people who do what we do, and it’s okay to not be happy all the time. After everything you’ve been through, you’re allowed to be sad and angry. You’ll feel authentic happiness again soon—I promise. But don’t try to force it. Let yourself process those negative feelings you need to feel right now. ‘Cause if you don’t, they could come back to haunt you as something a lot scarier in the future.”

Peter blinked up at him, sucking his lips to his teeth. “Wow. You’re, like, really good at this. You should host a podcast about the physical and psychological tribulations that come with being a superhero and how you’ve overcome them. I bet it’d be really popular with other up-and-coming heroes like me.”

Peter 2 chuckled bashfully. “Well, thank you. Happy to be of service. I’ll…keep that in mind.”

“Let me just say that I am totally on board with everything old Peter is saying,” Peter 3 interjected, moving his hands emphatically as he spoke.

Peter 2 frowned. “I don’t think I like that title.”

“Sorry. But anyway, yes, feeling your feelings is super important. The main reason I got so bitter and vengeful after Gwen’s death was because instead of dealing internally with my grief, I took it out on others. You have to give yourself space to feel all that pain before you can start to truly heal from it.”

“Did this just turn into Spider-Man group therapy?” Peter joked, even though that was absolutely what it felt like.

“Hold on, not done yet,” Peter 3 said, holding up his index finger. “What I’m saying is, yes, to feel more like yourself again, you’ve gotta follow old Peter—I mean, sorry—Peter 2’s advice.” A grin spread across Peter 3’s face. “However, there are little things you can do to make mundane life more enjoyable and make yourself happier in the present moment, even if they’re more of a short-term fix.”

Peter narrowed his eyes curiously. “Like what?” he asked.

“Try changing your perspective on things.” He sprung off the bed, an excited sparkle in his eye. “Like—like cooking, for example.” He gestured to the sink brimming with dirty dishes. “When you think about cooking, you probably see it as a chore, something you’re not particularly good at or looking forward to doing.”

Peter scratched the back of his neck. “Can’t argue with you on that one…”

“But instead of thinking of cooking as cooking, why not think of cooking as science?” Peter 3 shot a line of webbing from his wrist and whipped a cookbook off the countertop into his hands. “After all, at its core, that’s all cooking really is. Following a procedure, mixing solutions together, observing chemical reactions. It’s like you're cross-testing an experiment to try to get the same results other scientists have achieved—which just so happens to be a delicious meal!”

Peter tilted his head to the side. “Huh. I never thought about it that way.”

“We know science is a major passion of yours. Because—well, we’re you. So why not reframe some of these annoying adult-life things you have to do as fun, scientific escapades? Cooking, laundry, even cleaning—when you get down to it, they’re all just mini science experiments you’re trying to make work in your favor.”

Peter’s gaze shifted between the mound of dirty dishes, the overflowing hamper of smelly clothes, and the muddy footprints on the walls and floor adjacent to his window. “It’s not a bad idea,” he conceded.

“Just because you have to do more boring adult things now doesn’t mean you have to do them in a boring adult way. You’re still a kid, ya know? You’re allowed to act your age and put a fun spin on otherwise tedious chores to make them easier to get through. I know I do.”

“I might just steal that idea for myself,” Peter 2 thought aloud. “Even at my age, I still dread doing some of those things. Reframing them through a scientific lens is smart.”

Peter 3 pointed at him enthusiastically. “That’s the spirit! See? Everything is more enjoyable when you rewire your brain to recognize the science-y side of it.”

“That’s the problem, though,” Peter said, criss-crossing his legs on top of the bed. “Even science doesn’t inspire me the way it used to. No matter what I’m doing, I just feel...numb. Lifeless.” He deflated miserably. “It’s like…like I’ve forgotten how to be happy.”

Peter 2 laid a comforting hand on his shoulder. The kid obviously needed more time to process everything. His loss was still so fresh and new and painful.

“Maybe there’s a way we can remind you how to be happy,” Peter 3 suggested. “Ya know, with science. I mean, happiness as we know it is just chemicals in our brains and synapses firing off in the correct order, right?”

“That’s debatable,” Peter 2 remarked.

Peter 3 shrugged. “Still. Could be worth a shot.”

“What did you have in mind?” Peter ventured to ask, hunching his shoulders. “Shrooms? The devil’s lettuce?”

“No!” Peter 3 exclaimed, appalled. “You’re a baby! Babies don’t get to take drugs!” He wagged his finger in his face. “And even if you could, that is not a healthy way to deal with our emotions!”

“I was joking,” the teen insisted, the corners of his mouth lifting into a halfhearted smile.

“Well, stop joking. No more deflecting from our problems with humor. We’re the ones who should be trying to make you laugh, not the other way around.” A look of delight suddenly flashed across his face. Peter 3 snapped his fingers in the air and quirked one eyebrow. “Speaking of, that actually gives me an idea.”

“Maybe it’s best if we head out for the night, let Peter get some rest,” Peter 2 offered, checking his watch. “It’s…whoa. A lot later here than it is in my universe. Sorry we’ve kept you up this long.”

Peter shrugged passively. It wasn’t like he slept much these days, anyway. Peter 3 held up his hand.

“Just lemme try this one last thing,” he pried. “Trust me: it’s a safe, easy, science-backed hack for cheering people up who feel like they can’t be cheered up.” He smiled softly at the littlest of the Peters. “It’s, uh…it’s actually a trick my Aunt May used to use on me when I got low. Still does, sometimes.”

Surprise and curiosity overcame Peter’s expression. He glanced at Peter 2, then slowly slid off the bed to stand in front of Peter 3. “Show me,” he said.

Peter 3 grinned, crossing his arms against his chest. “All right. Okay. Cool.” He scratched his chin in thought and squinted up at the ceiling. “Let me remember—how did she do it? Um…okay. First, close your eyes.”

Peter searched the older Spider-Man’s face for a couple more seconds before doing as he was told. He inhaled and exhaled deeply. “Okay. Now what?”

“Now, uh…lay on the floor.”

The kid frowned. “With my eyes closed?”

“Sure. If you can. I mean, you can open them to lay down. So you don’t, ya know, trip or anything. But close them again once you’re on the ground.”

The kid looked skeptical, but went ahead and sank down to the floor, sprawling flat on his back. “Like this?”

“Yep. Perfect.”

“You said this was a science-based hack?”

“One hundred percent.”

Peter pursed his lips, then rested his head against the ground. “All righty.”

Peter 2 scowled at Peter 3 and mouthed ‘What are you doing?’ Peter 3 held a finger to his lips and mouthed back ‘You’ll see,’ a mischievous glint in his eye.

“So, what’s next? Do I just lay here with my eyes closed? Is this some type of meditation or hypnosis thing?”

“Not quite,” Peter 3 replied. He sat down on the floor next to him and pushed his elbow upwards. “Lift your arms above your head and interlace your fingers together.”

Peter raised his hands and gripped them together obediently. “This floor smells like cat piss,” he observed, wrinkling his nose.

“Hush,” Peter 3 snapped. “This is a very delicate process that must be executed with the utmost precision to work. Are your eyes closed?”

“They’ve been closed this entire time!”

Peter 3 grinned. “Spectacular,” he said, then placed his palm on top of Peter’s interlaced hands, pinning his arms above his head. “Time to science your way to happiness.”

The tiniest of Peter tingles itched at the back of his neck, making the young hero open one eye. “Wait—what’re you—?”

Five fingers suddenly clamped around his side and began squeezing his midsection, drawing a surprised shriek from Peter’s lips. Bright, bubbly laughter immediately followed, paired with a wild frenzy of squirming.

“AHAhehey! Whahat’re—whahat is—s-stahap!” He tried to pull his arms down to guard himself, but was stunned to discover that he couldn’t; the third Spider-Man was just as strong as him, if not stronger, and had also purposely positioned him so that gravity was on his side, leaving Peter defenseless against the unexpected tickle attack.

“See? Told ya it would work,” Peter 3 said smugly, scurrying his fingers across the teen’s belly. “Anything is possible through the power of science!”

“Thihis isn’t scihihience!” Peter giggled shrilly, his face flushing red. He bucked his hips and kicked his legs, but couldn’t find a way to dislodge himself from Peter 3’s hold.

“Sure it is!” Peter 3 protested. “Science is just making a hypothesis on something then observing the outcome, right? Watch this: I hypothesize that in the next three seconds, you’re going to scream like a little girl.”

“Thahat’s not—AAAHAhaha!” Peter 3’s wiggly fingers shot up to his rib cage, making Peter squeal and thrash. “StAHAp it!”

“But look how happy you are! If this doesn’t remind you how to laugh and feel joy, I don’t know what will.” He giggled in unison with the squirmy teen, endeared by his childlike laughter and the adorable radiance of his smile. In the short time they’d known each other, Peter 3 had watched the youngest Peter go through an exhausting rollercoaster of emotions: guilt, regret, heartbreak, grief, loneliness, rage, vengeance. The only times he remembered seeing him truly, authentically happy before now (which had only lasted a few seconds) were the times the three of them had hugged each other. He understood his struggles all too well, and recognized the kid still had a lot of healing to do.

But that didn’t mean he couldn’t cheer him up with a much-needed older brother tickle attack whenever he really needed it. Peter 1 had been forced to grow up and act like an adult way too much lately; it was about time they brought out the kid in him again.

And damn, did he sure laugh like one.

“I think I get the ‘sunshine boy’ nickname now,” Peter 3 said, mirroring the teen’s wide grin. “You’ve got the brightest smile and the cutest laugh in the whole world!”

“Shuhut uhup!” he giggled, burning from head to toe, fiercely regretting telling them about that. “Lehet me GOHOhaha!” He fought to break Peter 3’s hold on his hands with all his might, flailing and tugging between bouts of belly laughs.

“Not until the science experiment is complete!” Peter 3 retorted, wrestling with his arms. Keeping the kid pinned was growing more and more challenging. “Holy shit, you’re strong. Hey—Peter 2. Mind lending me a hand?”

The oldest of the Peters pondered the situation carefully, then chuckled. A playful smirk spread across his face. “What else are brothers for?” he asked, standing from the bed and joining the other Spider-Men on the floor. He grabbed Peter 1’s wrists and pinned them firmly above his head, making the boy gasp.

“Hehey! W-wahait!”

“Much better!” Peter 3 let go of Peter 1’s hands and wiggled all ten fingers at him menacingly. “Now we can really get you laughing.”

Peter shook his head, bursting with anxious giggles, his brain buzzing to warn him of the incoming attack. “Noho! Dohon’t! Gehet awahayHAYHAHA!” Two hands began scribbling against his sides, and the kid’s laughter immediately shot up in octave and volume. He writhed and yelped, trying to comprehend how the hell he’d gotten himself into this mess and grappling for a way out. Of all the ways to help him feel happiness again, why did they have to pick this? How could they have possibly known about that weakness?

Oh. Right. They were him.

Was this what having older brothers was like? Being blessed with people who looked out for you at your lowest points, had your back when you needed them most, who knew and understood you from the inside out, who then turned around and used that knowledge to embarrass the shit out of you and make you feel eight years old again?

Perhaps being an only child wasn’t so bad after all.

“T-TRAIHAItors!” he cackled, throwing his head back with his eyes squeezed shut, smiling the biggest smile in the universe. “Thihis is—SOHO unfAIRHAIRHAHAheehee!”

With his arms pinned to the floor, Peter 3’s hands were free to torment his entire torso. He squeezed his hips, kneaded his belly, and tweaked his rib cage, driving the ticklish teenager up the wall. He was no match against the combined strength of the two older, more experienced Spider-Men. He’d been poked and tasered by his loved ones in the past—those who knew him well enough to be privy to his ticklishness and how quickly it disarmed him and brought a smile to his face. But never to this degree: rendered completely helpless by his fellow superheroes who knew exactly what buttons to push to make him lose it. This whole situation was beyond humiliating.

“Unfair but necessary,” Peter 3 said wryly, pinching his sides. “Cheering you up when you’re down is our job as your older spider brothers!”

“And to remind you you’re still just a kid,” Peter 2 added. “A smart, tough, resilient kid—but a kid nonetheless. Who also happens to laugh like a hyena when you tickle his ribs.”

Hiccups began punching out of his chest between bouts of sunny laughter, making the blush in his cheeks bleed into his ears. How come no matter what group of heroes he was working with, he always wound up being the youngest? Even out of the multidimensional Spider-Man trio, he was still the littlest brother. It was a pattern he was growing sick and tired of very rapidly.

“Ohokay!” he squeaked, twisting and flinching as Peter 3 poked at his belly. “Ihit—it worhorked! You dihid it! Ihi’m h-happy nahow! Youhou can stahahap!”

Peter 3’s fingers scurried up his sides before digging into his underarms, making Peter 1 arch his spine and screech like a pterodactyl. The older Peters laughed at him, causing his entire body to flush pink.

“Not so fast!” Peter 3 countered, squeezing and scribbling the kid’s ticklish armpits. “We’ve gotta make sure we get every last bit of those happy chemicals flowing through your brain before you’re off the hook.”

Peter kicked his legs and squirmed helplessly against Peter 2’s grip, howling with laughter. “AHAHAhack! Sh-SHIHITHAHAha!”

“That spot seems to release a pretty good deal of them,” Peter 2 observed with a chuckle.

With no other means to fight against his tormentors, Peter swung his knee into Peter 3’s back. Peter 3 recoiled with a scoff.

“Ow! Okay, that’s it.” He aimed his wrist at the kid’s ankles and fired a glob of webbing over them, trapping his feet against the floor. “Bad kicky spider legs get put in time out.”

Peter wriggled and writhed, but his feet were stuck in place. Now he was even more restrained, leaving his entire body open for Peter 3’s sinister fingers to tickle. This absurd predicament was getting worse by the second. “Noho! Noho mohore!” he implored, his face aching from smiling so long.

“Relax, buddy! We’re almost done.” He spidered his fingers above his tummy threateningly. “Just a couple more hypotheses I wanna test.”

To Peter’s horror, Peter 3 slipped his hands under his T-shirt and started scuttling his nails against his bare sides. Peter jolted, giggling hysterically, goosebumps prickling across his skin.

“EEEheeHEEK! Oho my GAHAHAD!”

“It boggles my mind that so many people could still hate you even after seeing your face,” Peter 3 said, grinning down at the cackling teenager. “Just look at that smile! What kind of heartless, evil person sees that and doesn’t immediately fall in love?”

Peter felt like he was going to erupt—once from laughing so ridiculously hard, and again because of the relentless teasing. Why did they have to be so goddamn patronizing? He was so getting them back for this.

Peter 3’s hands moved higher, tickling his defenseless midriff and ribs, furthering Peter’s desire to implode. His brain couldn’t focus on anything besides the ten merciless fingers needling his torso. His laughter was becoming frantic. He couldn’t stand it another second. He had to make them stop.

“M-MERHERCY!” he hiccuped, tears collecting in the corners of his eyes. “Thihis—ihis—TORHORTURE!”

“This is a bit mean,” Peter 2 conceded, watching the poor kid flush redder and redder as the tickle attack continued. By now, he was laughing so hard, the only actual sounds he was capable of producing were quick snorts and violent hiccups.

Peter 3 tickled his underarms a few seconds longer before lifting his hands off the winded teen. “All right, all right,” he said, allowing the boy to catch his breath. “Don’t go blacking out on us. The good news is, I think the science experiment worked: we’ve activated almost all of your body’s happy chemicals.”

Peter sagged against the ground, panting and giggling weakly. It was nice to see him look so smiley and carefree for a change—even if in reality, he was understandably pissed at them. His goofy, childish laughter really drove home how young this universe’s Spider-Man still was—a fact that was as endearing as it was heartbreaking.

“Almost all of them?” Peter 2 asked, raising an eyebrow. “I’m pretty sure we got ‘em all.”

Peter 3 shrugged. “Oh, sure, yeah, probably.” He lifted the kid’s shirt with an evil grin. “But, ya know, just to be safe—”

Peter stiffened. “Hehey—w-what’re you—EHAHAHAAAGH!”

Peter 3 leaned down and blew a big, fat raspberry right into his tummy. Peter screamed and flailed, the sensation sending shocks across his entire body. Peter 3 snickered at his frenzied reaction and did it again and again, sending the kid into a silent, hiccuping spiral in seconds.

Fortunately, Peter 2 was kind enough to release his arms while this was happening, granting the youngest Peter a fighting chance. As soon as he realized he was free, Peter pushed frantically at Peter 3’s head, which was caught underneath his shirt, desperate to make the raspberries end without accidentally hurting him.

“Pleehease STAHAP!” he cried, his belly fluttering with panicky laughter. “I prahamise I’m cured!”

Peter 3 laughed, wrestling to escape his shirt. “Sorry—got stuck for a minute!” He popped out a second later with a playful grin. “There we go. How ya feeling now? Happier, I hope?”

Peter 1 responded by shoving him to the floor, making Peter 3 giggle. “Nohot cool!” he exclaimed, residual laughter still thrumming through his system. He hugged himself around the middle, panting and dizzy and flustered to his core. “Oho my god. Th-that was…so uncalled for.”

“But it helped, didn’t it? No way you can laugh that hard and not feel at least slightly cheered up.”

“My sihides feel like they’re about to split,” Peter wheezed, his cheeks burning bright red. He rubbed his eyes, struggling to wipe the goofy grin off his face. “Oh man. I’m gohonna p-pass out…”

“I think it’s about time we all passed out for the night,” Peter 2 said, tearing the webbing off the kid's legs and offering him a hand. A few seconds went by before Peter 1 reluctantly accepted, rising unsteadily to his feet. “Sorry for teaming up on you like that, but it seemed like you needed a hard reset.”

“Is that what we’re calling it?” Peter chuckled shyly, kneading at his sore ribs. “I get the sentiment, but ugh—dohon’t ever do that again.”

“Quit acting like it didn’t work,” Peter 3 said smugly, giving his side a few quick pinches. “Look at yourself; you can’t stop smiling.”

Peter 1 leapt away from his touch with a squeal. “Hehey! Ehenough already!”

The two older Peters laughed brightly, making the youngest Peter bristle with embarrassment. Despite his protests, they wrapped him into a big, squishy hug, sandwiching their little brother between them.

“Why does it feel like you pioneered dimension-hopping technology just for the purpose of coming here to bully me?” Peter 1 grumbled through a half-smushed smile.

“Because that’s exactly what we did,” Peter 2 chuckled. He released Peter 1 from his hold and gripped his shoulders. “And to tell you you’re doing really great, that you’re a really strong person, we’re really proud of you, and we’re here for you.”

Peter smiled sheepishly, his face still rosy and warm. “Thanks. I appreciate it. Everything you guys have said and done for me. Minus the last five minutes.”

“Don’t mention it,” Peter 3 insisted, hooking an arm around his neck and giving him a playful noogie. Peter 1 scrunched up his nose and squirmed out of his grip.

“Lay off,” he giggled. “You’re making me miss the times I only knew one Spider-Man—me.”

“I don’t miss those times at all,” Peter 3 said, his face falling a little. “It was lonely, thinking I was the only one going through what I was going through.”

Peter 2 smiled somberly. “Me neither. It’s nice to know there are others out there who get it. Even if they’re entire universes away.”

Peter 1 glanced between the other Peters, wondering what it must feel like to come from a world that not only had just one Spider-Man, but no Avengers. Maybe no other superheroes at all. How isolating that would be. He imagined it was similar to what he was going through now, but also entirely different. At least he had other heroes to look up to here, to befriend, to depend on when things took a turn towards the apocalyptic. But these guys were in this fight completely alone.

Peter punched them both in the arm and grinned. “I'm glad I'm not alone, too. Feel free to stop by my universe anytime. I'd love to visit your home worlds. Maybe I could introduce you to some of the other heroes I’ve worked with.”

Peter 2 chuckled. “Thanks, but this whole multidimensional Spider-Man situation might be hard to explain.”

“Oh. True.”

“Besides, you two are probably way more fun to hang out with anyway. How often does a guy get to be around a couple of alternate versions of himself?”

“Hopefully a lot more in the near future,” Peter 3 said exuberantly.

Peter 2 turned to Peter 1 with an earnest smile. “You’re going to be okay. You’re going to feel like yourself again. I know it may not seem like it right now, but I promise you. You’ll get there.”

Peter nodded, scratching behind his ear, trying his best to swallow his emotions again. “I know.”

“We’ll stop by again soon. I’ll bring some more medical supplies next time. And a pack of dryer sheets. And maybe a couple more things of baking soda.”

“Okay,” the young hero giggled. “Thanks.”

“Don’t forget to talk to other people, Peter,” Peter 3 reminded him, pointing sternly. “You need to form some in-universe friendships. We’ll always be here, but still. That goes for Spider-Man and Peter Parker. Got it?”

Peter offered him a sardonic salute. “Aye aye, Cap’n.”

The older Spider-Men smiled at him and took a few steps back. “See ya around,” Peter 2 said, clicking a button on the high-tech remote in his hand. “Ease up on the patrols until those wounds are healed.”

The circle of fire reappeared behind them, swirling like a volcanic whirlpool, growing as tall as the ceiling and as bright as the sun in a matter of seconds. Peter shaded his eyes with one hand while waving goodbye with the other.

“Remember to smile, sunshine boy!” Peter 3 hollered as he jumped through the portal, throwing up double peace signs. “And if you can’t, I’ll be sure to remind you again! I love you!”

Peter rolled his eyes bashfully. Peter 2 chuckled and followed after Peter 3, disappearing into the ring of flickering flames. The opening sizzled and shifted, then spiraled in the opposite direction, spewing sparks across the floor as it shrunk smaller and smaller. It vanished in a puff of smoke, and Peter suddenly found himself standing in his shitty apartment again, alone. Alone, but not feeling it as viscerally as he had before.

When he finally went to bed that night, sleep came easier to him than it had in a long time. Maybe, eventually, the same would go for everything else in his life that currently felt so impossible. Maybe that old Parker joy would find him once again. And perhaps a new kind, too.

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pairing: platonic!Yelena Belova x fem!reader

posted on March 19th, 2022.

@midnightefflorescence asked:

Xero, sorry to bother you but I need some platonic! Yelena Belova x fem reader where they Bully/Bother the Avengers and just be an iconic duo

note from xe: you could never bother me!! can you tell that found family is my favorite trope? also, this is a little more pranky than bullyish, I hope you don't mind. I had way too much fun writing this lol, thank you so much for this request!

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summary: In the world where the age of Ultron wasn't nearly as bad (meaning Piet is very alive and very well) and Wanda killed Thanos before he got the chance to hurt anybody else, Yelena and Y/n are partners in crime.aqqqqqqqqqq

word count: 0.8k

Every family has the classic trouble maker kid that gave every other member of the family a more lighthearted version of hell.

And for the Avengers family, that trouble maker would have been doubled the moment Yelena set foot in the compound.

Natasha had thought it would be good for her sister to come and stay with the rest of the Avengers (and some honorary ones) after she had finished helping the last of the women from the red room. And it did.

Everyone else though, yikes.

It started when Yelena had witnessed Y/n bribe Pietro to go put a shit ton of magnets on Bucky’s arm, just to see if it would stick. And when they did, Y/n and Yelena got to watch with great joy as the silver-haired speedster ran around the compound in an attempt to get away from the super-soldier.

The second time was when the two girls had found out just how heavy of a sleeper Loki really was and they had ended up putting his hair in pigtails and then endlessly teasing him about it the entire day.

But they officially became the iconic duo that they are now when Y/n asked Bruce a shit ton of questions about the chemicals he was using to distract him while Yelena switched some of the vials.

Tony’s eyebrows took a month to grow back.

When Peter Parker was introduced to the avengers the girls immediately began treating him as one of them, giving him the nickname of “spidey boy” purely to get the satisfaction of seeing Peter having to correct them. And he did, every single time.

And although the two liked to tease the younger avengers, nothing was as good as fucking with the OG 6.

Clint was made one of the only targets whenever he was at the compound considering he had been retired and only came every few weeks to visit.

One time Yelena and Y/n stayed up until 4 in the morning carefully gluing every arrow Clint had brought with him together.

He didn’t notice until after he had gone home, there were a few angry voice mails after that.

Steve was an easy target because of his age and let’s be real the guy isn’t nearly as caught up as he probably should be and the duo takes full advantage of that.

“Hey, old man, let me help you with those groceries, wouldn’t want you to take on more than you can handle,”

“Y/n, I’m a super soldier-”

“Shhhh, Steve Rogers, let us help you, please, this cannot be good for your back”

Simple shit like that got the best reactions, especially if it was in front of people.

Steve would let out a grumbled “Sam, it wasn’t that funny,”

Meanwhile, Sam is damn near cackling on the floor while Wanda watches with a fond expression as the two girls continue to antagonize the poor old man.

Oh, you thought just because Nat is an ex-assassin and Yelena’s sister that meant she was exempt from this? Oh, baby, think again.

Steve may be the easiest to fuck with but Nat was the funniest.

She also never let any of the little stunts get her too angry because at the end of the day they were all pretty harmless and never had any malicious intent behind them.

But the two girls were well aware that Nat was also the most dangerous to fuck with so they kept those stunts pretty minimal.

That is if you think that putting post-it notes on literally every inch of her room is minimal.

To keep Nat out of her room they had told Pietro and Peter that it was her birthday, causing the boys to panic and plan a day full of activities for the woman who was like a second mother to them both.

Oh boy, the look on their faces when they found out they were accomplices to the prank.

Needless to say, the two boys were both pretty cautious when listening to Y/n and Yelena and always went to one of the older avengers to get confirmation before listening to the duo.

Of all the Avengers, Thor, Sam, and Wanda were the three that were pretty much left alone (besides that one time they put Nair in Thor's shampoo bottle).

Thor’s reactions weren’t too fun, he was always just confused by the end of it. Sam was always willing to help and not snitch when he knew of a prank as long as they left him out of the outcome. And Wanda, well, she can read minds.

Bruce was also pretty much untouched, seeing as they didn’t want to risk him hulking out.

Everyone else though. They were free rein.

At the end of the day, the little (or big) family couldn’t stand the thought of not living with those stupid little pranks, even Vision.

It was almost endearing to watch the two bond over them and the laughs from the others helped keep everything lighthearted.

Frankly, they’d all be a little concerned if they hadn’t filled the empty oat milk box with water just to see how Bucky would react to it once he poured it into his bowl.

The Avengers couldn’t imagine a world without their iconic duo.

#yelena belova #yelena fluff #yelena black widow #yelena brainrot #yelena belova x reader #yelena belova x platonic!reader #yelena belova x female reader #yelena belova x you

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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Part Two

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Summary: Damon and Bonnie had come to your rescue, or so you thought, but it is Kai’s every intention to get close to you again

Pairing: Kai Parker x reader

Warnings: angst, smidge of fluff, mentions of smut, mentions of death, mentions of murder, bad friendships, mentions of poison, swearing

Word Count: 2052

Find Part One Here

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If the Other Side continued to exist, then you would be there rather than this subordinate prison world which had been designed for one bad witch. Kai's own kind feared him, you had experienced him mentally draining your energy, he was a chore to put up with, but he could do much more than that, you had learnt from Bonnie. He fed off magic, physically stealing it from bodies and items that harboured any of it, which had poisoned his mind to hunt for power. Your friends had informed you that he had murdered his siblings, well some of them anyway, and had attempted to do so to more of them. And now you knew, with supporting evidence, never to trust Malakai Parker.

Without Damon and Bonnie you had to resort to fending for yourself, which was not at all difficult since this version of Mystic Falls that you were trapped in was quite literally a ghost town. The forever enveloping silence was torture, though the method of ignorance had not been designed for you; it was all for Kai, and that unsettled you. There was one more thing that you had been dreading - the possibility that you could not escape from the remote isolation without the aid of the guest starring siphon himself. This hell was built to contain him for eternity, but now there was magic that he could use to his own advantage nearby.

Your cheek rested upon the side of your hand, mushing the flesh whilst your elbow was poised upon the countertop of the kitchen island in the Salvatore house. All of your concentration validated your deep thoughts, of which you were broken from as a plate was placed directly in front of you, a pancake decorated with chocolate chips and syrup to form a smiley face. Damon was the culprit as he threw a tea towel over his shoulder, expectedly looking at you.

"I'm not hungry." You informed the vampire, who simply frowned at your lack of an appetite. "I ate yesterday, which was technically today." Beneath the table, you crossed your ankles, as you earnt a sigh from your well aged friend; he clearly was not impressed by your behaviour. But you didn't know what he had expected from you, you had been trapped here for longer than you could remember, and alone until you had discovered the man that had been outcast by his own family. At the time you had not known of his murderous tendencies, and had wanted nothing more than to get away from him, and you wouldn't like to admit it but you even missed him a little.

He was annoying and cocky, and withheld crucial information from you, though there was something that contradicted that all. Whenever any one of your friends had suffered the fate of death, they were always attempted to be brought back to life against the natural order of things. It made you wonder and doubt a little if they had even tried to resurrect you. In this separated reality, there was no jurisdiction so that you could know, though each time that either Damon or Bonnie looked at you, you could swear that there was guilt written in their gazes.

"Look I knew being stuck here with Kai must have fucked you up-" he should have bit his lip, his assumptions were anything but correct. And that was proven as you defensively darted out of your seat and jabbed your finger in his face, making him pivot his jaw back. There were many things that were 'fucked up', and supposing that you were one of them because you had died after sacrificing yourself to ensure that they all continued to live just didn't settle right with you. The context of the morbid situation did not help with condoning any reassurance at all, in fact, it gave a spine to your lack of faith in him and the others in the first place. Out of everyone, it was inherently worse to be here with Damon, all he had cared about was his precious Elena as well as himself, and after existing for well over a century, that was insurance that he was never going to change.

"It wasn't him who did that to me, it was roaming this damned place by myself, I had no one. And as crazy as it sounds, I think spending time with the notorious Malakai Parker helped me keep what was to spare of my sanity. If I'm not wrong, I may even say that I've found more being here than dealing with the bullshit y'all cause back home." Perhaps your words were a tad harsh, if Bonnie were in the room you were sure that she'd have a somewhat understanding of what you were saying. Though she was not, and thus you had to deal with the harshness of her best friend all by your lonesome. And it seemed that you had rattled him, apparently he couldn't handle the truth.

"Then why don't you run back to the sociopath? When we discovered that you were here, we found the pair of you attached to the hip anyways. And with him inside of you, I'd never seen you so darn happy, better here with him than tempting me to drink bleach from the way that you constantly complained when you were alive; I swear you were worse than Donovan." It was on your mind's own command for you to take a step back, and away from the toxin that Damon had so cruelly spat at you. Ans the way that he compared you to Matt made you angry; it was though he were ignoring that there were valid reasons for the blond to be the way that he was - after all, the monster before you had practically killed his sister. A laugh renegaded out from your mouth as you realised that you had been right all along, none of them cared. You were just a burden that stopped them from having a perfect life together. If this were a book, then this would be the beginning to your villain arc, and ironically enough Damon saw himself as one of the good guys. Now that was utterly ridiculous after every reckless thing that he had ever done!

"Have it your way then bloodsucker." All along, you should have trusted your guy, and from now on you knew that you would listen to it. And strangely enough, it was calling you to Kai, maybe it was because he was your last resort to escaping this imprisonment that had been meant for him alone. Turning on your heel, you heard Damon flop the towel down on the side and sigh, though you continued to walk, appeasing your better judgement elsewhere. "Wait." He tried to convince you to stay, belatedly understanding the mistake that he had made, but it was no use, you were already on your journey of getting as far away as possible from him.

The Mystic Grill, it remained to be familiar in your eyes as you entered. It was empty and void of drunken assholes and narcissists that you had wasted too much time on. The only person that you missed in the modern alternative was Matt Donovan, he was the only person that didn't treat you as though you were invisible or a nuisance. You wondered how he was coping with your absence, knowing him, he was probably relieved that Damon was gone. But you weren't, because he was here with you instead. Trailing your fingertips over the counter of the bar, out of the corner of your eye you saw a lonely glass of bourbon that was sat there as though it were lamenting you with mockery. You tried to hold your sentimental sob inside, but it was practically impossible. It tore through your body, bellowing out from your mouth as you stifled and fought through your tears.

A hand caressed the landscape of your back causing you to jump and flinch from the unexpected contact. One thing that you had learnt from evading and eventually experiencing the qualms of death, was that you could never be too careful. For no more than a second you had predicted that the intruder to your pity party was Damon, that he had followed you as you tried to distance yourself from him, but alas it was not, instead of being greeted by a fretless vampire, you were condemned by the sight of a powerless witch, of whom had purposely interjected your moment of cracked emotion and wore a brave smile for you. Wiping your eyes with the back of your sleeves, you couldn't help but snap at him. "If you're here to finish what we started then tough luck Parker, you've been here long enough and you have two hands, figure something else out."

His tongue darted out to swipe at his own bottom lip, as he raised his hand, showcasing his offering to you. "I was only going to see if you wanted a pork rind, you look like you could use one." Sighing, you dug your hand into the pungent packet that was littered with dust and crumbs, retrieving a few treats for yourself as you placed them in your mouth. "And now should be when the poison kicks in..." With your hand, you gave him a little shove as you tolled your eyes at his homicidal comedy. "Come on, that was funny! I'm funny!"

"If you say so, there's not very many people around to give you an honest opinion." It was true, the only other human like lifeforms impartially close by were Damon and Bonnie, and well, you weren't going to scurry back to them anytime soon. "And if you had poisoned me, then you would know that I would be fine and dandy in not so long, It wouldn't make a difference if that wasn't the case either, I mean I'm already dead, what could be worse than that?" Kai looked at you with shock; he didn't know that about you, that you had actually suffered a final breath. Now he thought about it, the grand scheme of things he didn't know much about you in general, though he was prepared to learn. He had often found death to be fulfilling, satisfying even, but he'd never thought about its victims being so beautiful. Yet here you were before him, by chance the one force that could motivate and help him find a way out of this jarring hole of reaping misery.

"You're here, that's all that matters." As soon as those words fled from his lips he realised exactly what he had said, and a blush framed his features. "I um - that wasn't what I - you know, yeah..." He scratched the back of his neck as you shook your head at this new side that you were seeing of Malakai. His parents called him Malakai, of course he was going to become a killer, but right now you saw nothing more than an embarrassed boy whose skin had flushed as an affect of his own words. From your experience, everyone was either the killer or the killed - you two were one of each. Like ying and yang, you fit perfectly, it was a balanced divide that was settled on whichever rhythm played out in the air. And to correspond with that thought you walked over to the jukebox, a song beginning to play which made Kai want to cover his ears. "I hate this song." He told you; he really did, if he could murder it, he would without a doubt.

"Then don't listen, just dance with me." You extended your hands out to him, to which he begrudgingly reached for. And as he snapped his eyes open, he realised that was all a memory, and that goddamn song was still playing. All he could think about was you, he had seen how upset you had been to die, and yet you were gone again, and it was all down to your so called friends. One was standing before him as he sat in chains, imprisoned against a chair. "Are you here to punish me?" He asked Bonnie, wanting nothing more than shut his eyes and see your face again.

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