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Spiderbug Siblings

Peter sighed to himself struggling not to pout as he sat through the meeting. He was continuously reminding himself that he was the one that begged his father to bring him along, but he didn't think it was going to be this boring. Usually he was more than happy to take over different things at SI to give his father a break, such as paper work and meetings his dad really-really didn't want to go to. However this meeting had sucked his soul out ten minutes in. He missed the glances he was getting from said father, who had noticed his son's complete and utter boredom.

Tony struggled not to smirk as his son deflated. He had warned him that this meeting was the worst one he'd ever been to. Tony discreetly moved his hands under the table, flicking his right wrist causing a holographic keyboard to appear on his forearm. He quickly typed out a message before sending it to Peter.

Peter's wristwatch vibrated softly, alerting him to the message. He moved his left arm under the table before flicking it allowing the message to appear across his arm.

'Kiddo, go ahead and stand up saying this in french. "Ladies, Gentlemen, I hate to cut this short but unfortunately I have another meeting to get to. My father however will be remaining behind, I sincerely hope our business deal goes through." Then go have some fun, I know you're dying inside right now so go.'

Peter closed his eyes smiling softly before giving his father a barely noticeable nod, standing up and apologizing in French. He shook a few people's hands before giving them a bright smile and a nod to his dad, turning and leaving the room.

"Je me suis demandé quand il allait enfin s'ennuyer.(1)" One of the women said, turning to Tony with a teasing smile, causing him to burst into laughter.

Peter was more than happy to strip out of the suit and into a pair of jeans, a t-shirt with a silly science meme, his black converse and a green hoodie. He had planned to go check out the young man that applied to MIT and the Stark Industries Internship Program after the meeting, however he thought now would be better than ever. Peter knew that after a quick talk with the Principal he'd be allowed to sit in on the class in the back unannounced to see Max Kanté in action. He ran a hand through his hair before checking his phone's battery life, satisfied that it was at seventy-eight percent. His Stark watch was at sixty-five percent as well, so he knew that he'd only have to charge them once he got back to Le Grand Paris. Pulling out the file on Max, he decided that walking to Lycée Françoise Dupont would be rather relaxing and give him the time to stretch his legs. Plus if his calculations were right, which they usually always were, he'd be there by lunch time. Giving him enough time to talk with the Principal and the man's teacher, then find a place to sit in the back. While leaving the luxury hotel he put on his Edith sunglasses watching as directions to the school popped up, then pulled his hood up, and placed his Stark buds in. He left giving little more than a glance to the paparazzi planted firm outside, he knew they'd be waiting to get pictures of his father or him, after all their pictures sold for big bucks. He fidgeted nervously with his sunglasses until he was finally out of the paparazzi's sight. Letting out a breath he took out his phone hitting play on his album filled with Ella Fitzgerald music. He relaxed listening to it allowing the glasses to guide him through Paris. 'I really need to convince dad to market these. After the failure that Google created people would be skeptical, but having the Stark logo on it would cause many to trust them.' Peter thought about it drawing up blueprints in his head as he walked not paying attention to the outside world. Definitely not noticing the car heading towards him as he crossed the street heading to the school, until his senses started screaming at him.

"Monsieur, soyez prudent!(2)" Marinette cried out as she ran towards Peter tackling him back onto the sidewalk, his hood dropping and his sunglasses flying off his face. The car honked loudly as it skidded to a stop. Both teens turned to it wide eyed and apologizing profusely, in near panic attack states which ended up with the driver worried for them. They waved him on both stating that they were fine and just in a little bit of shock as they sat side by side on the sidewalk.

"Thank you." Peter said after a few moments of them just taking deep breaths together. Marinette looked up at him, blue-grey eyes meeting toffee brown eyes, before she glanced away. She picked up his sunglasses holding them out to him with a tired smile.

"English, yes? You're quite far from home are you not Mister? After all your accent is clearly not British so I'm assuming the States, not the south though I'm thinking from the north maybe the east?" Peter blinked in surprise, finally taking in the young woman that had saved him. Marinette was side sitting leaning against the light pole next to her. Midnight black hair was pulled into a long fishtail braid that went past her waist, Peter knew that once out of the braid her hair would be even longer. Her clothes were designer, M.D. specifically, something that would cause his dad slight annoyance since the designer still hadn't gotten back to him. She wore a soft pink cold shoulder tunic sweater, with black jeans that were loose enough for full mobility but tight enough not to sag or get caught on anything. She had a black and pink backpack on and a small matching purse, both clearly made by M.D. as well. He smiled politely, taking his sunglasses back and carefully sliding them into his pocket.

"Yes I'm from the States. New York to be specific but I've traveled all over. You speak English?" He asked before adjusting his position sitting criss-cross in front of her. Marinette laughed softly nodding.

"I have learned a few languages, French is obviously my first, English was my fourth and hardest to learn!" She exclaimed, rolling her eyes and throwing her arms up in exasperation. Peter laughed loudly nodding his head with a slight smirk.

"Ah yes, English is hard and weird. For instance read and lead rhyme, and read and lead rhyme. But read and lead don't rhyme, and neither do read and lead!" Peter said his smirk grew when Marinette groaned glaring at him before punching him softly in the arm. "Sorry, sorry I had to do it." Peter said rubbing his arm as they settled down. Marinette simply rolled her eyes shaking her head. "But seriously thank you, not many people would risk themselves to save another. You're amazing Miss." Marinette gave him a sad smile not meeting his eyes anymore.

"Well, I'm afraid not many people think that about me. Besides it was the right thing to do, I couldn't just let you get hit when I could do something." Suddenly her purse shifted slightly almost like something inside was moving to press closer to the girl. Peter just barely noticed it, but could tell the girl took note of it right away. She stood up brushing the dirt off her pants, and Peter followed her up. "I'm afraid I must go, we've already spent quite a bit of time sitting here and if I want something to eat before my next class I must go. Au revoir Monsieur." Marinette turned heading down the street to a cafe, Peter turned watching her go but not moving.

"Wait!" He called out quickly shocking himself and the girl as she turned around curiously. "What's your name?" He asked, blinking when a mischievous smile covered the girls face.

"My name is Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way, and I'll see you around." Peter's eyes widened and a burst of laughter left him causing the girls eyes to alight with mischief. "I'll see you around Monsieur." She said before continuing on, Peter watching her as she leaves. He resisted jumping when Karen talked to him over his Stark buds.

"That was a meme was it not? Searching the web for it, oh. I understand that, that was very funny, yes? After all I believe this is what one would call a 'crack' fic." Peter held back his laughter as he crossed the street continuing to the school. He really hoped he'd see the girl again, he knew his dad would love her. He himself already felt a connection to the girl that had saved his life. He walked into the school heading to the office. He greeted the office secretary explaining why he was there and asking to talk with the Principal Damocles and Mr. Kanté's teacher Ms. Bustier. The secretary was quick to let him in and summon Bustier to the office. Peter took the time to explain to Principal Damocles that he simply wished to sit in the back of the class and observe the young man. Damocles was quick to please Peter, and it didn't escape his notice causing his opinion of the Principal to drop. He was quick to introduce himself when Bustier arrived, but allowed Damocles to explain what was going on. Ms. Bustier quickly agreed before escorting Peter back to her class room, telling him all about her class. He barely paid attention however once he realized that she was attempting to take complete credit for her students accomplishments. That was until she mentioned her 'bad egg' at least in her opinion.

"I just don't know what happened, Marinette used to be such a good student. She was the class role model, and everyone would go to her when they needed help. Then out of nowhere she just started bullying this girl that joined my class! She told me the girl was faking everything no matter how much I told her that the girl's condition was no excuse to treat her like that. I kept trying to get her on the right path but couldn't. Now she just sits in the back of the class and no one will talk to her. I've even had to exclude her from class outings because she still won't leave the girl alone! Honestly I always told her that no one will get better if you don't give them chances. Lila won't become a better person if Marinette continues to target and try to expose her. I'm just glad that Adrien is on my side and agrees." Peter frowned, giving the teacher's back a dirty look as he took in what she said, piecing a few things together. 'So this student is a pathological liar, but they're covering for her with some lying condition. Marinette, who was the designated role model, caught on and tried to expose her. However, Bustier and Adrien don't agree so they allow her to be excluded. Wow, I really hope Mr. Kanté does not fall for the lies. I'd hate for his intelligence to go to waste. After all not everyone can create a highly-functional robot, that manages to develop emotions on its own. Falling for lies is something that would hurt him incredibly in the eyes of SI.' Peter smiled politely when the teacher turned to him once they arrived at the door.

"Would you like a seat at the front Mr. Stark?" Bustier asked as she opened the door walking in with him behind her, Peter shook his head as he took in the room. "We only have two seats open one in the front and one in the back." Bustier finished turning and watching Peter look around the room.

"No," he said, not missing as she tensed up slightly. "I need to be able to observe Mr. Kanté. If I sit in the front everyone will notice me turned to look at him. I'll take the back seat, where does he sit now?" Bustier glanced at the spot at the front where Chloe Bourgeois used to sit, and then the one in back by Marinette.

"Are you sure Mr. Stark? Unfortunately the one in the back is by my problem student and I'd rather you not get a bad impression of the class because of her." Peter gave her a tight smile as she rambled on about why it would be better for him to sit in the front. He let out a sigh as she continued on, and wished his father was with him. Knowing Tony wouldn't care about being rude to the women, where Peter himself couldn't pull the courage up.

"Yes Ms. Bustier I am positive. I will take the seat in the back, now please tell me where Mr. Kanté sits and then where my seat will be." Bustier sighed knowing that she wouldn't win this one, she had hoped she could convince him to sit there. That way he could see the entirety of the class and they would see him, the class would also know to behave themselves. They won't pay much attention to him when they walk in and he is sitting in the back.

"Very well, Max sits on the left side, third row and closest to the window. Your seat will be on the right side, last row and next to the wall. Peter nodded before thanking her and walking up to his temporary seat, sitting down and pulling out his phone. "Lunch ends in twenty minutes so the classroom will slowly start filling up." He gave her a smile showing that he heard her before returning to his phone. He pulled up his group chat with Shuri, MJ, and Ned, knowing that it was almost seven am in New York, and that Shuri only slept when forced to. He smiled reading the argument between Ned and MJ.

Guy in the Chair- I don't want to eat at Veselka after school today! I want to eat at Lil' Frankie's!

MJ- I can almost hear you whining through my phone screen. Send me a picture of the face you're making, I want to add it to my sketch book.

Guy in the Chair- Seriously MJ?

Guy in the Chair- I'm not sending you a picture of my face.

Princess Memes a lot- You Americans are so silly. Here MJ.

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Guy in the Chair-...

Guy in the Chair- Seriously?

Guy in the Chair- Did you seriously hack my phone to send her a picture of me?

Princess Memes a lot- Hack is such a strong word, I simply introduced my computer to your phone's systems.

Guy in the Chair- I hate this. I can't do anything in retaliation, chemistry is what I'm good at not technology. I can't get revenge. Peter help me bro!

Peter-man- Sorry Ned, I'm not going up against Shuri. She is scary smart, and I'd rather live to see Captain America and his group of runaways finally realize all the changes we've made to the Accords.

Princess Memes a lot- Listen to my favorite colonizer Nedy-boy.

Peter-man- Awe, I'm your favorite colonizer? I thought for sure it would be my Dad.

Princess Memes a lot- Oh no, I do love you father. You and him are some of the only people that can give me a challenge. On top of that he got so excited when he discovered I was smarter than him, I thought for sure he'd want to adopt me.

Peter-man- Oh dad did, however you're a Princess and dad knows his money would get him nowhere in Wakanda. Instead he has settled for us being friends, that way he can subtly drop hints to invite you over for some science time.

Peter-man- I'll talk with you all later have a good day in classes MJ, Ned. And Shuri please get some sleep, I'd rather your brother not blame us for keeping you up again.

Guy in the Chair- Bye Peter!

MJ-middle finger emoji*

Princess Memes a lot- He can't force me to sleep if he can't find me!!

Peter- Love you too MJ and good luck with that Shuri.

Peter placed his phone down as people slowly made their way into the classroom. It was obvious to him that none even noticed him as they talked together excitedly. The volume of the class got louder until four people walked in, everyone was zeroing in on the girl hanging off the blonde's arm. Peter grimaced at her terrible hair style and decided that MJ would love to draw this girl, so he held up his phone taking a picture of her. He noticed a girl slip in behind them but his attention was stolen by the girl once again as she continued her story.

"Oh Alya! You would absolutely love New York city!! I'll have to see if Tony will allow you to come with me next time!" The girl said fairly loud her smile was bright but Peter could spot a fake smile from miles away. He'd learned that skill rather fast as he grew up, after all he needed to when his father was in one of his spirals. "Oh! I suppose I should let you know since I trust you so much! By Tony I mean Tony Stark!" She said giggling behind her hand as everyone gasped in surprise. "You see he is like a father to me! Him and his son Parker love me! We're like this!" She crossed her fingers winking at her classmates. Peter tensed fisting his hands trying to control his anger as he looked at Ms. Bustier who wouldn't not even turn around when the lie left her students lips. He watched as the students all sat down in their seats but they were all turned to the liar listening intensely.

"Wow you're that close to Tony Stark? I just applied for his internship program a few weeks ago, I haven't heard anything yet though." Max said excitedly as he pulled out his things for class. Lila immediately zeroed in on him, her eyes gleaming.

"Oh Max! I'll send Parker a message right away and tell him all about you! You know he runs the Internship Program there! Tony asked me to but I told him I just couldn't leave Paris for good until after school! I also told him he really needs to give Parker a chance!" She glanced around worriedly before turning to Alya. "You can post this if you want, but you didn't hear it from me okay? You see guys Parker had a rough time these past couple years. He fell into the wrong group of people and started bullying, drinking, and doing drugs! It was terrible and Tony was just heartbroken! I could barely console him, he almost kicked Parker out! I convinced him to give Parker a second chance though, and he is getting better, unlike someone we know...but Tony still doesn't trust him fully, so I thought Parker would be able to prove himself if he did good with the program. Unfortunately he does struggle so I have to help him a lot, but Tony cannot know that! Their relationship is finally fixing!" Peter's anger grew even more and it took all his control not to stand up and fight the girl right there. That is when he noticed Marinette sitting besides him tense as well but glaring at the desk and not Lila. "Well hello there Ebony." He said softly startling her slightly, Marinette looked up at him in slight shock as he smiled mischievously at her. "I must say, you look very different from the Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way that I've read about." Marinette blushed embarrassed before she let out a soft giggle covering her face with her hands.

"Oh my gooood," she said, dragging out the word. "I said that thinking I would probably never see you again, and now you're sitting next to me. God I don't know if you're there, but please kill me." Peter snorted softly but both of their eyes were on Lila again as she began talking about Tony and his son 'Parker' once again.

"Lying little squirrel." Peter mumbled glaring at the girl. "Parker Stark? Really did she even do her research? It's Peter Stark and the fact that Kanté is falling for her lies and trying to get in the easy way. This makes my decision easier." He opened the folder turning to Marinette holding out a hand. "May I borrow a pen Ms. Ebony." Marinette snorted, shaking her head and handing him a pen. He wrote denied across the paper and took a picture with his phone sending it to his dad before closing the folder and returning her pen.

"My name isn't Ebony obviously, I'm Marinette Dupain-Cheng." She said politely holding her hand out to shake, he shook it gently as she spoke again. "Are you a new student?" Peter chuckled smiling a little awkwardly as he shook his head.

"No I was here to observe Mr. Kanté in the classroom, ah let me introduce myself. Peter Stark, or from what the liar is calling me, Parker Stark." He rolled his eyes in exasperation, his smile still awkward. Marinette's eyes widened in slight shock as she started rambling to herself about how she tackled Tony Stark's son to the ground. Peter watched for a moment slightly amused at the woman's ramblings before squeezing her hand gently. "Listen, don't worry about it. If anything my dad would be thanking you profusely for saving me there. He wouldn't be upset, however once he hears about that little squirrel's lies. He will be more than pissed." Marinette snorted softly at his nickname for Lila; shel smirked, shaking her head. "Which by the way, can I get her full name? I want to have my lawyers here and ready with paperwork before I return to the states in five days." Her smirk grew as she pulled out a notebook and quickly wrote Lila's full name down before pausing and thinking a sadistic gleam in her eyes. Marinette turned to Peter tilting her head to the side innocently. "Tell me Parker Stark," she said using Lila's mess up causing him to laugh under his breath. "Do you happen to know Bruce Wayne or his kids?" Peter quirked an eyebrow before nodding and telling her that he was very close with Bruce's eldest son. "Well you see the little squirrel, as you call her has also lied about him and a few others." She turned back to the paper steadily making a list of all the people.

Tony and Peter Stark

The Wayne family

Lois Lane and Clark Kent

Jagged Stone

Clara Nightingale

The Justice League

The Avengers

M.D. Clothing

The sadistic glint didn't leave her eyes as a plan formed in her head. "You see, I can get in contact with Jagged, Clara, and M.D. if you can get a hold of the others. We could sue her all at once for slander and defamation of character. If you do this I'll convince M.D. to finally take your dad on as clientele." Peter grinned at her and held out his hand, shaking hers once she grabbed his.

"Well, my father would strangle me if I passed on an opportunity for him to finally get a M.D. suit and dress combo for him and mom. So you've got yourself a deal Miss Dupain-Cheng. If you can get Jagged, Clara, and M.D. on video chat, I can get the others. Do you think you could meet dad and me at Le Grand Paris tonight?" Marinette smirked a twinkle in her eye as Bustier called for the class's attention. Marinette rolled her, before turning to the front of the class.

"Since I am currently living at Le Grand Paris I can definitely meet you. Oh, Jagged and M.D. will be there in person. They live in Paris, Clara however is currently in Africa helping build houses, so we may be able to get her on a phone call but not video chat." Peter slumped in the chair and leaned over towards her slightly. "How about I give you a ride back then since we'll be going to the same place?" Marinette quirked an eyebrow before smiling and leaning against him getting comfortable in her seat.

"Very well Parker, I'll tell my driver I have a ride. Now don't move, you're quite comfortable." Peter snorted softly nodding before turning his eyes back on Max.

'It's a shame I was rather hopeful about him. I thought he'd be a great addition, if only he hadn't fallen for the squirrel.' He turned his gaze away and zeroed in on Bustier who was looking up at them. He could already tell that she wanted to reprimand Marinette for leaning against him. As she opened her mouth Peter sent her a sharp glare, staring her down until she looked away nervously. He sighed looking out the window in annoyance.

'Great, now I'm stuck here. At least I have Mari to keep me entertained judging by her eyes she is clearly zoned out. Something tells me she already knows what this sham of a teacher is going to be teaching today. She is smart, that is obvious, perhaps not as smart as Dad and me. Definitely not as smart as Shuri, but I'm pretty sure no one has her intelligence. She has connections too which is surprising at her age while being relatively unknown.' Peter wiggled slightly before settling down leaning against Marinette as well before closing his eyes.

Marinette waited until everyone had filed out of the class before waking Peter up. She gently shook him snorting as he looked around in confusion. His eyes finally landed on Marinette and a warm smile covered his face. She snorted again, as she packed up her stuff.

"Maybe you should call up your driver that way we won't wait for long." Marinette said, pulling her backpack on as Peter sent out a quick message.

"Mr. Stark, before you go! I'd like to talk with you about what my student Lila said." Bustier said at the front of the classroom, flinching when Peter glared at her.

"Oh, you mean how she decided to lie about my father and me. Or maybe about how she didn't even know my name, but decided to tell everyone that I was a bullying, drunk, drug addict? Is that what you want to talk about? Or do you want to talk about how throughout her entire speech you said nothing knowing damn well that I was sitting in the back." Peter walked down the stairs, Marinette following behind him. When Bustier stepped in front of Peter stopping him from leaving Marinette grabbed his upper arm squeezing it gently.

"Mr. Stark Lila has a condition that causes her to lie. The Principal and I decided not to inform the class because she'd never have friends if we did." Peter shook his head stepping to the side and walking around her Marinette following.

"That is no excuse Bustier. If that Alya woman posts anything that she said today. Well, lets just say it will not be pretty. Come on Marinette, as my dad says often, this person isn't worth our time." Marinette held back a laugh before nodding and walking out the door still holding his arm. She pulled out her phone with her left hand and typed out a few quick texts. Smiling gently when she got responses, she leaned her head on his shoulder before slipping her phone into her purse. Waiting until Tikki tugged it gently signaling that Marinette could safely release her phone. They stood together at the entrance to the school until a Mercedes Benz pulled up and the driver got out opening the door for them. Peter helped Marinette in before climbing in himself, he laughed grinning at her shocked face. She glared slightly before turning her attention back on to the tablets built into the driver and passenger seats.

"Did you buy them like this?" She asked curiously, slipping her backpack off and putting it down by her feet, buckling up afterwards. Peter shook his head, grin not leaving his face as he buckled up.

"Nope, Dad and I tore it apart and built it together. It's fun bonding time ya know." Marinette smiled sadly glancing out the window looking at the now closed bakery. Her thoughts drifted to before everything happened, when her parents were happy and in love, and still wanted her. Her gaze left the building as the driver pulled into traffic.

"I used to bake with my parents all the time. We ran a bakery, Maman would spend time cooking with me, and Papa and I always played video games together. Every night until, we played every night." Peter's eyes widened and he reached out taking her hand and squeezing it. Marinette blinked looking down at his hand before turning hers and squeezing his hand back. They just sat silently for a while enjoying being together with the other. Neither teen knew why they were inexplicably drawn to each other. In the span of a few hours they were closer than normal, and barely knew each other. This didn't scare either of them though, it felt so natural for them to seek slight comfort with the other. To just be able to sit together and feel like nothing could go wrong. Marinette leaned against him resting her head on his shoulder closing her eyes.

"What happened to your parents?" Peter asked after a while moving to rest his head on top of hers when she tensed up. "You don't have to talk about it? I've just found that it's better to get things off your chest and out instead of letting it linger." Marinette huffed a slight smile taking over her face before disappearing.

"My parents got a divorce two months ago. They had been acting for so long that they were still in love, but had grown to hate each other. In turn that meant they started to hate me, I reminded them too much of the other. So neither of them wanted me, my mother left Paris returning to China. My father decided to go to Italy to stay with his extended family. I was left behind, my honorary Uncle took me in till I turned seventeen." Marinette used her free hand to gently wipe her tears away. She squeezed his hand taking a deep breath. "They left me with nothing but 'good luck'. I stayed with my Godmother for a while but I couldn't sleep on the couch. Then my Uncle offered to stay in Paris with me until my seventeenth birthday. After that I'm technically on my own, I have some money saved up so I could get a small apartment, not in Paris though." Peter brushed his thumb against her knuckles thinking to himself.

"So you're only sixteen? I'm seventeen." He said attempting to change the conversation, and from the giggle Marinette let out, she knew what he was trying to do. "What do you want to do when you graduate? I mean I'm just curious is all you don't have to tell me if you don't want to. Like most people like talking about it but I know some don't, but uh, I'm going to be working at SI. Oh and I am already taking college classes online from MIT!" Peter rambled on causing Marinette to laugh and his driver to cough in an attempt to hide his own chuckles.

"I want to go into fashion. I've always been in love with it, and want to have it in my future." Marinette smiled, patting his arm to calm him down. "I've even won a few design competitions, although thanks to Gabriel being unmasked as a supervillain my most distinguished one is gonna be crossed off." Peter raised an eyebrow before connecting the dots with Hawkmoth and the Agreste companies fall.

"I have to ask this after sitting through that god awful class. Do you even like that school?" Marinette groaned, shaking her head slightly. "Because I did notice you zone out in the class." Marinette snorted before nodding.

"See I finished everything online and my plan was to graduate early. However Bustier and Damocles wouldn't allow it, they told me I need my parents signature not my temporary guardian's. So I am stuck there until the end of the year. Especially since I don't have parents, so no one can sign. Child Services won't let my uncle adopt me, apparently he isn't a good role model. Which is kind of funny since he took me in when my parents just abandoned me." She was silent for a while thinking about her situation and Peter did not like silence on the girl.

"Is that how you know M.D. through design competitions?" Peter asked, causing Marinette to laugh softly, wondering how to tell him that she was M.D. "I mean I just noticed that your entire outfit, plus backpack and purse are both M.D. and obviously exclusives." Marinette shook her head as they pulled up outside the luxury hotel, both unbuckling and getting out when the driver opened the door. Marinette adjusted her back back walking up the steps.

"No actually, I've known M.D. my entire life. Now what's your hotel room? Jagged needs to know to meet us there, come on Parker don't leave me hanging." Peter glared playfully at Marinette before telling her their room number. She texted it to Jagged, nodding to the receptionist that greeted her, welcoming her back. "Mister Franco is always so nice, he has worked here for years now. To be honest I'm pretty sure he never takes a day off, he really loves his job." Peter nodded smiling at Franco, before stepping into the elevator with Marinette pressing the button to his floor. "Have you alerted the others to the video chat?" She asked looking up from her phone, meeting Peter's amused eyes. He nodded watching as she slipped her phone into her purse, he noted her pause before letting it drop completely. At first he chalked it up to her making sure the phone was actually in the purse, but then he remembered watching it move earlier in the afternoon. 'Is she keeping a pet in her purse?' He pondered silently as they stepped off the elevator onto his floor. He pulled out his card and opened the door, to be greeted with the amusing sight of his father and Jagged opposite ends of the couch. Tony had his feet pulled up and he stared down at the crocodile lazing on the floor in front of Jagged.

"Ah, Petey, Peter, my son, my first born, my rock when your mothers not around, please-please, explain why we are having a video conference with Bruce Wayne, our favorite reporters Lois and Clark, a Justice League representative, Carol as an Avengers representative, and Jagged Stone and his 'rock 'n roll' crocodile pet?" Tony said, not looking away from Fang for a second. Marinette snorted and walked in further dropping her bag on the floor by the couch, then kneeling down and starting to scratch Fang in his favorite places. Making him roll onto his back, tail waving like an excited puppy. Tony blinked, watching Marinette turn Fang into a cuddly puppy in seconds before turning to look at Peter with a raised eyebrow. "Alright, tell me what this is about." Peter rolled his eyes, slipping off his jacket and kicking his shoes off walking over to stand behind Marinette. Looking down at the crocodile in puzzlement.

"I can do you one better. Karen please play the audio from the class today, starting when Miss Rossi entered the classroom. Oh and Friday can you drag up as much dirt on Lila Rossi as possible." Both AI gave confirmation causing Peter to smile as he stepped around Marinette and Fang sitting down on the couch. He introduced himself to Jagged briefly before turning back to Marinette. "Think you can type up every little lie, while I get incontact with my lawyers." Marinette nodded, the gleam back in her eyes as she pulled her laptop out of her backpack. She waited till Fang rolled back onto his stomach before leaning against him and placing her laptop on her bent legs. The next couple minutes were filled with Tony raging over what the girl said. While Peter clung to his back in an attempt to stop him from suiting up and hunting the girl down. Jagged watched the scene amused sipping on a juice box he pulled from Marinette's bag. Fang was also greatly amused and wanted to join in with the two newcomers to his family but he knew his girl was busy, so moving wasn't an option for him. Marinette ignored them the entire time up until she finished. Then she starred, amused at Tony laying on his side, a grumpy pout on his face as Peter was still wrapped around him.

"Calm now?" She asked, her lips quirking up into a smirk as he leveled a grumpy glare at her. "Because I told Clara to call at five and it's almost time." Tony continued to be grumpy for a while before letting out a loud sigh and nodding.

"Let's get this show on the road, pinky." Marinette sent him a dry look raising an eyebrow before looking at Peter who grinned.

"That's his way of saying he likes you!" Marinette snorted before pulling out her phone before glancing back at Jagged, her eyes narrowing.

"Jagged, is that my juice box?" She asked already knowing that he was drinking the juice box from her backpack. Jagged glanced down at the juice in his hand before grinning at her.

"Well you see, I was thirsty and our hosts were obviously having a moment, and I'll buy you two more twelve packs of the juice boxes." Marinette nodded before turning her gaze off him, giving Tony her signature sunshine smile.

"Hello Mr. Stark, I'm Marinette Dupain-Cheng, I am unfortunately part of Lila Rossi's class, though at this point I'm the only one that seems to see through lies." She held her laptop out to Peter, who took it with a smile plopping down on the couch. He scrolled through the long list, Marinette had composed. "I'll be the one helping compile all the lies, you may want to make sure everything on the Ladyblog is documented. It used to be a reliable source about Paris's heros, but the reporter, um, correction tabloid writer now fell for Lila's lies." Tony nodded before telling Friday to look into the Ladyblog. A few minutes later Marinette received Clara's call, the two talked together in French until Tony had video connection with Bruce, Lois, Clark, Wonder Woman, and Carol. Everyone wondered what was going on until Peter sent them all the list of lies. Marinette placed Clara on speaker before speaking up to everyone. "A few years ago when I was still in college-ah, middle school for you American's. A girl named Lila Rossi transferred to my school, she spread lies throughout the class about famous people. I was able to see through her lies because she decided to lie about Jagged Stone. " She gestured to Jagged who waved at everyone from his spot. "She claimed that she saved his cat from getting hit by a plane and developed tinnitus from it. She also stated that Jagged Stone wrote a song about her, at the time she was thirteen. Then she claimed to be best friends with Parisian superhero, Ladybug. The hero in question shot those claims down very fast, however the girl twisted it telling everyone Ladybug was only saying that to protect her. The creator of Bugout did not believe the girl, and that is why Ladybug heavily backs her. The list Parker here sent you is every lie she has told about you, Clara I texted you the list." Peter gave Marinette a playful dirty look as Clara took over the conversation.

"Oh my, all these lies I can't believe my eyes!" Everyone looked confused at Clara's rhyming. "I can't believe her claims, all the people she is trying to deceive, and all the names." Clara gasped on her side causing many to wish they could see here. "Oh dear! She could have ruined your careers!" Marinette smiled softly when Clara said that. "She even mentioned your alternate ID, and this simply can't go unmentioned." Everyone looked at Marinette in slight confusion causing Marinette to give them an awkward smile.

"I'm sure all of you can see that she has mentioned that she knows M.D. the new famous designer who has kept out of the public eye. Well you all are lucky enough to meet M.D. before everyone else. It's a pleasure to meet you all, I am Marinette Dupain-Cheng and I run M.D. Clothing." Everyone stared at her in shock for a bit before the Stark lawyers joined the video chat. At the time they began making plans to take Lila down, and Marinette was at the center of the plans. "Tony and Peter leave in five days. His lawyers will be delivering her chargers, I want this to happen all at once." Everyone noted the determined glean in Marinette's eye, it reminded Tony of Pepper and he found himself about what his wife would think of this young woman. "If everyone has at least one of their lawyers to deliver them at the same time it will destroy her. That is why I suggest we do this during the school day, right before we are set to get out." Everyone agreed with doing it in front of the entire class. It was decided that Tony's lawyers wouldn't enter first, then Bruce's, followed by the Justice League's and the Avenger's, Jagged and Clara's would enter soon after, and then Marinette's lawyer would hand Lila her final lawsuit. After the video chats Marinette gave Peter a big hug smiling brightly as Jagged picked up her backpack and Fang's leash. "Thank you for all the help Peter!" She let go before shaking Tony's hand, her smile not slipping. "As promised, get me yours and Mrs. Stark's measurements and I will make you a M.D. suit and dress combo. I think royal blue with ivory accents will suit you both. Peter has my number, so that you can get me the information." She walked to the door Jagged and Fang following her. "Goodnight you two!" Marinette said as they stepped outside. Peter and Tony stood at the door wishing them goodnight before closing it. Tony immediately turned to Peter once it was closed, wanting an explanation for everything. Peter sat down explaining what all had happened after he left the meeting. Tony listened intently while also thinking to himself about Marinette.

"So Max Kanté is rejected for the Internship program, damn. At least we caught this girl before more lies could be spread. I can't believe she dared to claim that I would give up on my own son." Peter nodded before picking the remote on and turning on Star Wars, he placed his legs across Tony’s lap and leaned again his side for comfort.

“Ya, she is pretty stupid. Did she think no one would ever hear her lives now she has multiple people coming down on her in less than 5 days.”

“Also that Marinette girl, think I can adopt her? Like joint custody? Pep would love her, seriously together they could rule the world.”

“Well with a little money you might be able to. Her parents gave up custody of her and the government refused to let Jagged adopt her.”

Tony looked at Peter silent for a moment before nodding to himself.

“Friday-“

“Already drawing up adoption papers Boss. Pepper has been informed and she had this to say, ‘I give up, let him adopt the girl, I’ll have her registered for online schooling.’ Shall I bribe the person that receives the papers.”

“Yes but remember, I never said yes.”

That caused Peter to burst into laughter as he pulled out his phone, sending a text to his group chat.

Peter-man- New sister on the way guys. You’re gonna love her, dad just has to bride Child services.

Princess Memes a lot- Another science genius??

Peter-man- Nope, ever heard of M.D. Clothing?

Guy in the Chair- You’re joking.

MJ- Why am I not surprised by this.

Princess Memes a lot- You met M.D. and your Father is adopting her.

Princess Memes a lot- That’s it I’m taking a vacation to Paris, I’ll be there by tomorrow Peter. Ayo will be with me, and you will introduce the two of us to your new sister.

Peter-man- Understood Princess, although don’t mention the adoption to her just yet. I think I’m going to ease her into the family dynamic with us.

Princess Memes a lot- Very well Ayo and I will not mention a thing. I will make sure we are both dressed discreetly as well. That way we don’t have to explain why the Princess of Wakanda is in Paris.

Peter chuckled resting his head on Tony’s shoulder curling into his dad's side. Tony smiled, his eyes never wavering from the tv screen as he rubbed his son’s leg gently.

Marinette let out a content sigh as she dried her hair with a towel. She sat on a plush chair in front of a grand dollhouse that was opened so all the rooms could be seen. The Kwami say inside all talking happily, making sure that Duusu and Nooroo were comfortable. Marinette smiled down at them wrapping his hair in her towel before leaning back and looking out the window. Tikki and Plagg flew up to her causing the young woman to laugh softly. She held her hand out allowing them to sit down. “In a few days Lila will be drowning in lawsuits. I really can’t find it in myself to feel bad for her.” Plagg snorted leaning back against her fingers, while Tikki gave him a disapproving look.

“Honestly kid, all you had to do was say the word and I would’ve taken care of the brat.”

“Plagg!” Tikki said, glaring at him, causing the other Kwami to laugh softly with Marinette.

“What?! I didn’t mean kill her! I meant that I’d cut her hair into something that doesn’t look awful! Always jumping to conclusions aren’t you Sugarcube.” Tikki swatted the back of his head causing the cat goddess to fly away laughing hysterically.

“Oh leave him be Tikki. He wouldn’t dare do anything in fear of repercussions from you.” Marinette said softly, bringing Tikki closer to her face. “A few days left Tikki, I am so excited.” Tikki smiled, rubbing her thumb gently as she looked up at her chosen human, her creation soul. Tikki felt her power rise a few days ago and now she knew why. Instead of having just one and a half creation souls around her, she had three. Marinette will always be the soul that resonates with her the most but Peter is a pure creation soul. Then Jagged and Tony combined made the third, it was their pasts that caused half their souls to be that of destruction. Yet it was the fact that they still held half a creation soul that got her, yes they had a reason to be bad, yet they wouldn’t allow it. She was happy that they still held that half tightly, the only for once a human’s, that was not meant to hold Plagg, soul becomes full destruction they become the worst of the worse. Which is why Tikki was happy Lila was going down, her soul was so close to destruction it sickened Tikki. She knew that once that little bit of creation left, there would only be a monster, because she was definitely not suited to be a cat. Tikki looked over at her other half with a gentle smile knowing that they’d find Plagg’s true destruction soul soon as well.

“Princess, why are we going to Paris?” Ayo asked as she followed Shuri onto the jet. The servants following with their bags, placing them onto the plane.

“Stark is adopting a young woman.” Shuri said trying on her phone. She looked up meeting Ayo’s eyes with a slight smirk. “The girl is the M.D. herself, I simply must meet her. According to Peter they only just met her and Tony is already adopting her. Peter also seems to have formed a connection with the woman. So I must meet her, and out of all the Dora Milaje you are able to be perfectly discrete. Anyone seeing us will believe you are simply my older sister, which is what I need. Miss Marinette does not know about the adoption yet and Peter wishes to edge her in. So I will simply be seen as Peter’s friend that decided to visit, and this will keep us out of the news.” Ayo nodded moving to sit down and relax knowing that they had an hour before reaching Paris.

“Very well, I shall enjoy meeting the new Stark child.” She said, causing Shuri to grin at her with a twinkle in her eyes. “I will not enjoy keeping you and Peter out of trouble however.” She finished teasingly causing Shuri to burst into laughter, Ayo only let a slight grin cover her face.

“Oh no oh no oh no.” Marinette muttered as she ran around her room getting ready. “I can’t believe I forgot this! Oh Miss Mendeleiev is going to be so upset! She went out of her way to have me come to her class’s party instead and I’m going to be late! Tikki, Plagg! Grab the pastries please!” The two Kwami lifted one try floating it over to the table by the door before taking the other over as well.

“My bug you must calm down. You have ten minutes before the party starts, yes, but Mendeleiev said to show up at any time.” Tikki flew up with Pollen the two gently fixing the French braid Marinette had begun putting her hair into. “There is no set time you need to be there so you are fine.” A knock on the door startled the human and Kwami slightly, Marinette ushered them into hiding spots before answering the door.

“Hello? Oh Peter! Do you need something?” Peter smiled brightly fidgeting with his sunglasses, he held up two bags filled with snacks.

“I was hoping we could hang out? Dad is in a really boring meeting and if I go it’ll suck my soul out.” He said dramatics causing Marinette to laugh.

“Normally I’d love to, but I have a class party today.” She gestured to the two large trays of pastries.

“Oh, that’s fine! I’ll just help you carry the trays then go find something to do.” Peter said, picking up one of the plates. “And before you say anything, shut up, I want to help.” Marinette glared at him before picking up her purse and folding her jacket over her arm. She picked up the other tray before checking her purse making sure Tikki and Plagg were in it. “Soooo,” Peter said, dragging out the word as he waited for Marinette to lock the door. “Where am I escorting you today fair Goddess?” Peter teased causing Marinette to quirk an eyebrow as they walked toward the elevator.

“Goddess? That's a new one. Care to explain?” She asked, stepping into the elevator pressing the button for the lobby. She reached over pulling his hood up gently with one hand before grabbing his sunglasses and slipping them onto his face. “There you go Mr.Famous.” She teased softly before fixing the strap of her purse. Peter smiled shifting the bag in his hand.

“Well my first thought was princess, but it just doesn’t suit you. Queen had popped in too but that didn’t feel right either. Trust me I know princesses and Queens, and they’d definitely love you but you have an air of difference compared to them. Something that makes you stand out something kind of magical-as silly as it sounds.” Marinette shifted slightly at the mention of magical glancing down at the purse that contained the most powerful beings in existence. Something that did not go unnoticed by Peter. “So when I settled on Goddess it just felt right, of course I tried other names but none compared to Goddess. So that is your new Stark patented nickname! Property of Stark & Co., nobody else can use it without express consent from Stark CEO, Head of R&D, and CEO in training!” Marinette snorted softly stepping out of the elevator Peter followed behind her as she began to giggle.

“Alright I suppose I shall let it slip this time! Besides it is definitely better than Princess, I hate that stupid nickname.” She turned to look at him, eyes twinkling slightly. “Now make sure to stay close, don’t want to have to save you from a car accident again.” Peter laughed rolling his eyes before calling out that it only happened once. Causing Marinette to laugh again as they started the walk to Marinette’s school.

“Oh Marinette! You’re here!!” Aurore called out as she, Mireille, and Jean hurried to meet both her and Peter as they entered the school courtyard. “And you brought a friend!” She said hugging Marinette once Jean took the tray from her. Marinette chuckled nervously hugging the girl back before hugging Mireille as well. “Pleasure to meet you I’m Aurore, that is Mireille, the man that took Marinette’s tray is Jean. Oh and of course you’ll meet the rest of our little family in a bit!” Peter smiled at the girl pushing his sunglasses up.

“I’m Peter, it’s nice to meet you. I am not staying though I was only helping Marinette carry the trays.” He said as Claude bounced over taking the tray from him and passing it off to his sister Allegra. He grabbed Peter’s shoulder directing him towards the rest of their class, smiling goofily. Marinette rolled her eyes smiling as Allan wrapped an arm around her shoulder following behind the two. He was telling her about his most recent audition calmly but excitement was clear in his voice.

“Nonsense! My new friend!!” Claude said smiling brightly leading him to the snack table. “If you’re a friend of Marinette’s then you are more than welcome to our party! I’m Claude Renou, the blonde that took the tray is my sister Allegra Dimont! You already saw Jean, Aurore, and Mireille. Kagami is over there teaching Ondine how to hold a saber, Kagami is wearing the red and black Cheongsam,” He paused turning to Marinette with a hopeful look. “Did I say it correctly?” He beamed when Marinette nodded before turning back to Peter. “And Ondine is the young woman who is completely out of her element on land!” He teased causing Ondine to glare at him playfully before waving politely to Peter. Over there controlling the music is Marc-pretty sure his mom, like runs France’s known yet unknown mafia but he won’t tell us.” Marc shot them a playful look before turning to and beginning to eat Marinette’s cookies. “And behind us is Allan Duval! Better known as Coté Spanghero, a rising actor! Then there is our teacher the wonderful and sometimes cruel Ms. Mendeleiev.” Anne-Claire Mendeleiev turned and stared down Claude who simply grinned at her. She sighed, shaking her head before looking over at Peter.

“Ignore him, of course you are more than welcome to join us. This is our little graduation party, these kids have been my students since middle school, except for Marinette unfortunately. Though I tried to get her multiple times.” She gave him a polite smile before patting his shoulder. “Oh and please call me Anne-Claire, all my students do when they remember they are almost out of school.” Marinette pulled away from Allan with a soft smile before linking arms with Peter. Peter grinned at her leaning closer to her.

“Looks like you don’t need to find something to do.” She said laughing with him. “Now come on, Jean knows some pretty cool magic tricks!” She pulled him over and they stood watching Jean perform different card tricks. They stood together, arms still locked while Peter watched Jean and Marinette talked with Allegra both women laughing together. Peter’s attention was stolen a few minutes later by his phone going off.

Princess Memes a lot- Stark where are you and your new sister?

Princess Memes a lot-Hello? Spiderboy?

Princess Memes a lot- Very well I have already found your location, Ayo and ai are on our way.

“Ah? Will Anne-Claire be upset if my friend and her older sister crash this party?” Anne-Claire raised an eyebrow as she took a sip from her cup looking over.

“Depends Mister Stark, are the delinquents?” Peter was surprised that she knew him and even more surprised when he noticed none of her students were surprised.

“Ah, no not at all. Since you know who I am I’ll be honest. One is royalty and the other her bodyguard acting as sister.” Anne-Claire looked slightly excited at the prospect score nodding.

“As long as they don’t cause trouble they’re welcome here.” Peter nodded smiling brightly before responding to Shuri that they were more than welcome to join.

“My friend will be here soon, they may be a little stand off-ish at first.” Claude laughed, shaking his head, giving Kagami a teasing smile causing the woman to raise her eyebrow, faking an unimpressed look.

“Worry not Peter! We managed to break through Kagami’s Ice Queen persona!” Allan smirked rolling his eyes before handing his drink to Allegra. He stood behind Claude mining all of his actions. This caused them all to burst into laughter while Claude simply grinned looking at them. “Well besides that! Peter I have to ask, are you following in your Dad’s footsteps as head of R&D, or will you be taking up CEO. Oh perhaps I should start with my plans. I want to work in Public Relations, I actually have an internship with Wayne Enterprises. Cool right? Everyone here is going on to amazing things actually!” Peter smiled looking at them.”Why don’t we tell him? I’m sure Marinette has already told you her plans. We might as well tell him the rest!” Allegra shook her head smiling softly.

“I’ll tell him, obviously Allan is continuing his acting career, I am going to Harvard to study Law. Kagami is taking over her family business, Ondine is already an Olympic swimmer. Aurore and Mireille are continuing their weather girl careers, Marc is on his way to becoming a famous author and Jean is continuing his figure skating career.” Peter nodded looking at all of them., rubbing the back of his neck.

“Well I am actually already working at Stark Industries, I run the Internship program. Paid and Unpaid, I decide if you are given a chance in our company. I am however in training for both CEO and head of R&D, my parents told me that it is my choice. Although neither plan to retire for quite some time!” The class plus two continued to talk happily never noticing the girl glaring at them from Ms. Bustier’s classroom. Lila knew something was up, ever since she had laid eyes on the man sitting next to Marinette. It was something about him, something that made him stand out. She looked over at her sheep all of who were too engrossed with final plans for the last class trip. These were her sheep, the people that fell in line just to stop her crocodile tears. She sat high and powerful atop her kingdom and Marinette was in her rightful place, alone and ostracized. Something told her though, that the man out there with Mendeleiev’s class was going to ruin her. She sniffed looking away again giving her sheep a fake smile. She’d simply have to destroy him first.

“This is the place.” Shuri said looking up from her phone as Ayo and her walked through the school. “Peter said the teacher they were with is fine with us being here. Apparently they are having a party. Which sounds like a lot of fun!” They finally walked into the courtyard spotting Peter and the class before walking over when Peter waved excitedly. He introduced them to the class, smiling brightly when Marinette and Shuri hit it off right away.

Over the next couple days Marinette grew closer with Peter, Tony and Shuri. Marinette showed the three around Paris with the help of her friends in Mendeleviev’s class. Tony had even promised them visits to Stark tower the summer after their graduation. Of course it wasn’t known to Marinette that she’d soon be living there. In fact they still had to break it to her that Tony’s adoption request went through. It finally came out during a move night that Tony and Peter were holding with Marinette, Shuri, Ayo, her friends, and Jagged.

“Ya know, I’m going to miss you guys.” She said softly leaning against Peter’s side holding his right hand and carefully painting his nails a navy blue. Peter tensed slightly, sharing a look with Tony. Marinette noticed immediately when Peter tensed looking up at him sharply. “What?” She asked, turning to look at the father and son duo. Peter looked at Tony knowing that his father had to tell her.

“Ah, well you see Pinky, I decided that I didn’t want to lose you. So you’re mine now.” He said not looking her in the face, attempting to hide his nervousness.

“I’m yours now?”

“Yes. Our if you want to be specific and bring Pep into this considering she’s my wife, but mine either way.”

“You do know I’m not something to be owned, correct?”

“Well yes, but you’re still mine. End of story. You’re my daughter now, which means you’re Peter’s sister.”

“You know, I should be upset about this but honestly I really didn’t want you guys to leave. I’ve grown attached and I think Uncle has too.”

Peter smiled brightly wrapping his arms around Marinette, careful not to mess up his nails.

“We just have one last thing to do.”

“Oh?”

“Change your last name to Stark.”

Tony said, smirking as he ruffled his now daughter’s hair. It wasn’t until after the movie finished that they announced the news to the rest of their group, and the celebration was anything but quiet. The night ended with a big sleepover in the Stark’s current living room and all went to bed knowing that tomorrow was the day they took Lila off her fake throne.

Lila smirked looking at herself in the mirror taking in her makeup. Nasty fake bruises covered her face and lower neck. She looked down at her clothes to make sure they were properly ripped. She nodded before heading out, stopping before she made it to the school before starting to cry. She rushed to the school bursting into Ms. Bustier’s class immediately having attention on her. She hid a smirk before spouting her sob story. Not knowing that Peter and his father were about to walk through that door with multiple lawyers Shuri and Ayo also tagging along. The moment Peter stepped through the door Kim charged at him fire in his eyes. Ayo was quick to move, taking Kim down flawlessly in seconds. “What do you think you’re doing! Get off my student!” Ms. Bustier said standing quickly but not moving towards Ayo and Kim.

“Shut it you banshee.”Ayo growled out standing up but keeping her foot in the middle of Kim’s back. “I shall act as guard for you all.” She said after Shuri gave her a subtle nod of permission. Tony and Peter’s lawyer Ryan was the first to step forward.

“Thank you warrior.” He said nodding in respect to Ayo before turning to the class. “I am Ryan Wilson and I am Tony and PETER Stark’s lawyer. I am looking for one Lila Rossi.” Lila sat stock still not wanting to draw any attention to her. That failed when Ayla was quick to point her out.

“She is right here! You’re here to help her after that monster attacked her earlier aren’t you? Wow! Stark works fast! Oh can I record this for my blog?” Ryan galred at both girls before walking over and placing papers on the table.

“No, you may not! Lila Rossi you’ve been served! The Stark family is suing you for slander and defamation of character as well as claiming to others that you work with them. I suggest you find a lawyer and soon.” He turned away from them and walked to Bustier’s desk placing papers on her desk. “This is for allowing and even helping your student to lie.” He stepped back ignoring the class crying out in outrage. Lila just sat staring down at the paper in horror. The horror mounting as more and more papers were added to the pile until Marinette’s delicate and manicured hand placed her own papers down. She looked up at Marinette’s blank face, tears streaming down her face as anger slowly built.

“Lila I have let you get away with a lot, all because I was supposed to be the ‘better person’. Well I am done with that flawed idea, it’s time you learned that lies have consequences.” She turned heading back over to Peter smiling brightly until she saw Tony and Peter’s eyes widened as they moved forward. LIla let out a blood curdling scream launching herself at Marinette. Marinette turned quickly but Ayo was faster than both girls and slammed Lila into the ground. She calmly turned to look at Ryan not releasing her grip from Lila. “It may be smart to call for the police.” Officer Raincomprix walked in soon after sending the teacher a disappointed look as he pulled out handcuffs.

“We are already here. Lila Rossi evidence has been discovered proving that you willingly worked with Gabriel Agreste, also known as Hawkmoth. Anything you say can and will be held against you.” He cuffed her ignoring her screams and holding the young women still as she thrashed trying to get to Marinette. Tony wrapped an arm around her shoulder as Peter linked their arms together causing Marinette to smile.

“Ready to head home, daughter of mine?” Tony said with a smirk as Marinette leaned her head against his arm.

“Ya know, I can’t wait to see my new home. Lets go.”

I wondered when he was finally going to be bored.

Sir, be careful!

#peter parker #tony stark #peter stark #irondad #Avengers #team iron man #miraculous ladybug #miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir #miraculous fanfic #miraculous fandom #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #marinette dupain cheng #lila bashing #lila salt #class salt #quantic kids #DC Universe

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Blog Progress Update (Travel Blog Style 😎#13)

At Jack’s party 50 million things happen all at once I can't get everything X.x Susan and Karen are singing loudly, Hosea's saying something at the campfire, John and Abigail and talking about the three of them staying in the same room, now Micah's saying some story and Uncle has joined Karen and Susan in a song with Javier playing and NOW Molly is yelling at Dutch.

It's too much!

Dutch just gave an ANGRY speech about faith and it got dark and thundery REAL QUICK. Like I get it game… the foreshadowing weather isn’t needed.

Mary-Beth is trying to get Karen to bed and Karen is throwing up. Mary-Beth gave up and Karen passed out on one of the bedrolls under Bill/Charle’s area. Never saw that before..

Kieran just came up to me staying how he'd be dead if he hadn't joined them and- I GET IT THUNDER AND LIGHTNING! BAD TIMES AHEAD!

Bill… Bill just decked Pearson... WHAT IS HAPPENING?!

Here comes the rain.. Neat detail that when it rains people go inside the house. (like I know some sleep there now but Strauss still sleeps outside and he came in. Kieran was sleeping outside then came into the piano room to sleep too)

Saved Tilly. I love how this mission shows Grimshaw does care.

Ugh Strauss dude stop.. O-O this is the first mission where Arthur's started coughing like THAT and it HURTS

I can't find Kieran…. I'm not even anywhere near close to that mission yet! Where's my boy?!

Branwen is missing too.. no...

No... No no no... I JUST started chapter 4, he can't be gone yet! Are you kidding me?! Is he really gone from the start of the chapter?!I thought he’d be here for at least SOME of it…

Also would the ghosts of Lemoyne Raiders please stop yelling profanities…

Got robbed for $700 in Saint Denis cause I followed a guy down an alley (I figured he would rob me so I took out my knife. No chance to use it as someone hit me from behind.) Woke up in the cemetery, ran back, they're gone.

Good thing I just fuckin saved. HAHA GOT EM! Oh if I see that guy again I'm just gonna shoot him on the spot wanted level be damned, that was $700.

Well… time to get cleaned up for Mary's mission because Arthur 100% would get cleaned up for her… shave, haircut, new clothes, bath at the saloon, sleep til noon. Ready to feel that heartbreak ..

"You could've cleaned yourself up a bit"

GIRL. DO YOU NOT SEE THE EFFORT I PUT INTO THIS?! I’M WEARING NORMAL SHOES! I GOT STUFF IN MY HAIR! I SHAVED!!

...Is it the hat? Is it cause I kept Arthur’s usual hat? I mean... he's average weight… He’s CLEAN.. There's no pleasing this woman…

"Theater? Me?" Bruh… we've been there over 10 times now, don't act like we haven't.

Oh as much as I hate the woman I love how happy she makes him look…

Idk if the same shows play for the date every time. Well it's a new speech by Al so I'm assuming yes. Yeah Robin is singing a new song so yeah. FIRE LADY (THIS is where her third act is damn it! I knew it happened at some point) Maybe now I'll be able to do that mystery thing now since I’ve seen every act at least once

The look on his face T-T I can’t...

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Alright I’m getting all optional stuff done that I can first, met Charles twice… am I allowed to show Female Presenting Nipple if it’s art? I’ll probably get flagged… oh well, we’ll see when we see. I met with Professor Andrew Bell the 3rd and as much as I don’t really like his mission I’m doing it cause I gotta do everything. Since I had to go to Rhodes for the first part of his mission I ran into Mr. Black and Mr. White (love those two), so I got their first mission done. I was waiting until day for Brother Dorkins (I never realized Rev. Swanson tells you about him...)

JFC I swear my horse doesn’t come unless it can fucking see me…that and it gives up after two seconds.

358 photos onto the flashdrive O_O

Brother Dorkins my guy!

DAMN IT EDITH!

DAMN IT HORSE I swear naming her Ruin was SO fitting… like even Arthur is saying “Damn that horse” “Every time” and she IS within whistling range… She went five feet as I’m running halfway across town to her…

Uh… Never in all my time of playing this game and running around Saint Denis have I seen Lemoyne Raiders SET THE BACK OF THE CITY HALL ON FIRE

Ah time to go see Charles but I wanna change clothes so to the stor- FUCKING PICKPOCKETS “just a bit of cash, that’s it!” BRUH THAT WAS $130. That ain’t A BIT. Want me to punch you A BIT?! (nah I didn’t, I lassoed him and got it back.)

I got Arthur a new shirt and he looked so happy Q-Q (also I really like this outfit I put together, I usually don’t make him wear blue…)

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Lookie~

Alrighty ready to laugh!

WHY DID I NEVER SEE ALBERT’S PHOTOS HERE BEFORE?!?!??!?!

I DIDN’T KNOW THEY WERE HERE!!!! THERE’S A PHOTO OF ARTHUR!!!!!! (it’s not anything he ever wore and I’ve never let his beard get that long but- IT’S HIM)

Well… definitely going to make a separate post for Charles’ Art which WILL get flagged but it’s art soooooo, I’ll probably get it back up at some point.

The pure JOY this mission brings Arthur...

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#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 photo mode #Arthur Morgan #blog progress update

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New Fiction 2021 - October

Short Stories

"Iqsinaqtutalik Piqtuq: The Haunted Blizzard" by Aviaq Johnston (2020) // "She’s too grown up to remember the scary parts of our land."

"Uironda" by Luigi Musolino & James D. Jenkins (trans.) (2018) // "From enormous, heinous acts derive enormous, heinous hells."

"The Bloody Chamber" by Angela Carter (1979) // "The worst thing was, the dead lips smiled."

"Tree of the Forest Seven Bells Turns the World Round Midnight" by Sheree Renée Thomas (2016) // "This he believed in, this he could follow — the curved finger of flesh."

"The Remorse of Professor Panebianco" by Greye La Spina (1925) // "Why does she look at me so? She is pitying me—me!"

"The House Party at Smoky Island" by Lucy Maud Montgomery (1935) // "Of the dead nothing but good; so I will say of Susette only that she was very beautiful and very rich."

"Calcutta, Lord of Nerves" by Poppy Z. Brite (1992) // "I could have crawled all the way into that wet crimson eternity, and kept crawling forever."

"Letter to a Young Lady in Paris" by Julio Cortázar (1951) // "Vomiting bunnies wasn't so terrible once one had gotten into the unvarying cycle, into the method."

"The Pelican Bar" by Karen Joy Fowler (2009) // "Humans do everything we did. Humans do more."

"Cargo" by E. Michael Lewis (2008) // "A noise sounded—a moist 'thunk.' From inside."

"The Erl-King" by Elizabeth Hand (1998) // "He's got her now and he won't want to give her back."

"Tlön, Uqbar, Orbis Tertius" by Jorge Luis Borges & Norman Thomas di Giovanni (trans.) (1940) // "We found out (inevitably at such an hour) that there is something unnatural about mirrors."

"The Show" by Priya Sharma (2011) // "The world was ripe. She'd weighed it in her palm."

"Teratisms" by Kathe Koja (1991) // "What color does blood burn?"

"Kerfol" by Edith Wharton (1916) // "I can see the exchange of glances across the ermine collars under the Crucifix."

"Demon" by Joyce Carol Oates (1996) // "No he was loving, mad with love."

"The Other Place" by Mary Gaitskill (2011) // "She did not have a wedding ring, which meant that maybe no one would miss her. "

"Absit" by Angélica Gorodischer & Amalia Gladhart (trans.) (2013) // "The girl didn't move, she didn't speak, she did nothing against the black, black sky full of stars."

"Guess" by Meg Elison (2020) // "I am beginning to think we should drink all there is while we still can."

"Ghosts of August" by Gabriel García Márquez (1980) // "Just then the smell of fresh cut strawberries made me tremble."

"Aura" by Carlos Fuentes & Adrian Ziegler (trans.) (1962) // "They have forgotten that in solitude, temptation is greater."

"The Follower" by Nuzo Onoh (2014) // "Chairs tumbled to the ground; someone moaned. All was madness."

"The Death of Halpin Frayser" by Ambrose Bierce (1891) // "Halpin Frayser was a poet only as he was a penitent: in his dream."

"The Shadow" by Edith Nesbit (1905) // "The most horrid ghost-story I ever heard was one that was quite silly."

"The Story of Ming-Y" by Lafcadio Hearn (1887) // "Then their lips separated no more;—the night grew old, and they knew it not."

"What You Eat" by Alys Hobbs (2020) // "Look at all this cream and sugar..."

Poems

"Ammutseba Rising" by Ann K. Schwader (2015) // "Perhaps our daughters will walk in shadow gladly, holding hunger inside them for a weapon."

Comics/Single Issues

"Heavy Fog" by Abby Howard (2021) // "I can barely taste the burning."

"Tatter Up!" by Graham Ingels (1955) // "Such beautiful rags..."

"Rasberry Surprise" by W. Maxwell Prince, Martín Morazzo, Chris O'Halloran, Good Old Neon (2018) // "The process only lasts for as long as you're alive."

"Strung Along" by Richard Corben (2016) // "Ever see a skinned rabbit?"

"Free Ride" by Cameron Morris & Nina Matsumoto (2016) // "Always pay my debts."

Video Games

Silent Hill 2 dev. Konami Computer Entertainment Tokyo (2001) // "I'm not your Mary."

Little Nightmares II dev. Tarsier Studios (2021) // Not a word.

Maneater dev. Tripwire Interactive (2020) // "Shark hunters kill for the same reason we all do: to feel complete."

Twelve Minutes dev. Luís António (2021) // "Be honest with yourself. You knew this would happen."

Nightmare Collection: Dead of the Brain dev. FairyTale (1992) // "I don't think he can reply... he doesn't have a brain."

Movies

The Babysitter dir. McG (2017) // "Probably when your body starts to reek like cheese."

Dracula dir. Tod Browning & Karl Freund (1931) // "There are far worse things awaiting man than death."

Venom: Let There Be Carnage dir. Andy Serkis (2021) // "I have tasted blood before, my friend, and that is not it."

Titane dir. Julia Ducournau (2021) // "Can't you feel the energy? Between you and me?"

Frankenweenie dir. Tim Burton (2012) // "I don't want him in my heart. I want him here with me."

Gretel & Hansel dir. Oz Perkins (2020) // "What eats with its teeth, but never feels fed?"

Deep Red dir. Dario Argento (1975) // "It seems that there are some things which you just cannot do seriously with liberated women."

LandLocked dir. Paul Owens (2021) // "Somebody's been back here."

The Lure dir. Agnieszka Smoczynska (2015) // "Put your hand deep inside me and drag me onto the shore."

Lamb dir. Valdimar Jóhannsson (2021) // "She's not used to strangers."

Population 436 dir. Michelle MacLaren (2006) // "We are the union of the divine."

Pet Sematary Two dir. Mary Lambert (1992) // "No brain, no pain. Think about it."

The Slumber Party Massacre dir. Amy Holden Jones (1982) // "She drinks too much milk."

Messiah of Evil dir. Willard Huyck & Gloria Katz (1973) // "And they're waiting. They're waiting for you."

Track of the Vampire (aka Blood Bath) dir. Jack Hill & Stephanie Rothman (1966) // "The horror of death is that you desire it."

Halloween Kills dir. David Gordon Green (2021) // "There's a big fella in our bathroom, and he's wearing a monster mask!"

The Hitch-Hiker dir. Ida Lupino (1953) // "You guys are gonna die, that’s all. It’s just a question of when."

Office Killer dir. Cindy Sherman (1997) // "There now. He's a much more handsome boy."

Tigers Are Not Afraid dir. Issa López (2016) // "Bring him. To us. To where the dead wait for him."

Shin Godzilla dir. Hideaki Anno & Shinji Higuchi (2016) // "This is the reality. All else is just a dream."

Wolf's Hole dir. Věra Chytilová (1987) // "I'll tell on you! Monster! Pig!"

Saint Maud dir. Rose Glass (2020) // "Please don't let me fall again."

The Cursed Palace dir. Hasan Redha (1962) // "Do you see what money does? How it makes brothers eat one another's flesh?"

Dream Home dir. Pang Ho-cheung (2010) // "The market is extremely volatile, but the worst is yet to come."

Viy dir. Georgiy Kropachyov & Konstantin Ershov (1967) // "The devil take you and your wretched tongue."

Halloween dir. John Carpenter (1978) // "Death has come to your little town, Sheriff."

La Llorona dir. Jayro Bustamante (2019) // "She asked me not to drown."

Last Night in Soho dir. Edgar Wright (2021) // "I didn't want any of this."

The Invisible Man dir. James Whale (1933) // "I might even wreck a train or two... just these fingers around a signalman's throat, that's all."

The Wolf Man dir. George Waggner (1941) // "You policemen are always in such a hurry. As if dead men didn't have all eternity."

Blood Diner dir. Jackie Kong (1987) // "Seems like the work of pathological weirdos."

Antlers dir. Scott Cooper (2021) // "We found a part of a man in the woods today."

Single Episodes

The Simpsons - "Treehouse of Horror XXXII" (2021) // “Seeing all that horror and poverty makes me think... we should lower the corporate tax rate even further!"

Bob's Burgers - "The Pumpkinening" (2021) // "You live by the weird old candy, you die by the weird old candy."

#new fiction #2021 #october

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Late nights, Date nights

Pairing: Ethan x MC (Leah Garcia)

Word count: 4.1 K words

Warning: There is fluff and humour in the beginning and smut towards the end. If you are not comfortable reading it, I have distinguished is with asterisks (*)

Taglist: @miyakokurono @trappedinfandoms @openheart12 @sekizincimektup @junggoku @ethandaddyramsey @edith-eggs1 @ethanramseysgirl (let me know if you want to be added or removed from the tag list 😊)

Songs: Eyes off you by Prettymuch and Unbelievable by Why Don't We

Forgive me if there are any mistakes.

Ethan was pacing around in his office, marching so hard, that it left tracks in the carpet of his office.

C'mon Ethan, Leah is your fucking girlfriend. You can eat her out but, can't ask her out on a simple fucking date??!!

It was their six month anniversary, after months and months of pining over each other. When he thought about it now, he wondered why was he so against the concept? He thought that he was doing the right thing by not giving in, but in the end, he just ended up hurting himself and his Leah.

Leah... His sunshine.

The concept of nicknames never really appeased him. It was such a ‘teenager’ thing to do. When he was with Harper, the word 'babe' made him cringe so hard that it made him want to throw himself off the railing of the mezzanine floor of the hospital.

But with Leah, it was different. She breathed back life into the parts of his soul, which he thought were long dead. She constantly challenged him, pushed him to be a better doctor, a better friend and a better partner. She brought light, to the valleys of abyss and grief. Just like nothing can escape light, Ethan could not escape Leah's affection.

And he didn't want to run anymore..

He had never felt these intense emotions in a very long time. His mother leaving him at a tender age of eleven, made him grow up way to soon. It fucked him up. It made him close up and build walls to protect his heart from such earth shattering pain. It made him distant and cold.

But now he laughed more. Smiled more. And he knew that Leah was the one who saved him.

His salvation. His saving grace. His sunshine.

He decided enough was enough. He spoke to HR and Naveen and they gave them the green light. Leah had already made a great reputation in the hospital for her work ethic, her passion and her compassion. So why waste anymore time?

Ethan was so lost in thought that he didn't even notice Leah come in. "Woah woah Ethan. Are you trying to wear the carpet thin? You just got this office?!" Ethan looked up and saw Leah leaning against the door, with a smile. She was wearing a green blouse with a black pencil skirt. Ethan approved mentally.

"Hey sunshine."

"Hey yourself." She said as she closed the door and stepped into Ethan's embrace. He buried his face into her hair, and inhaled the lavender scent, which immediately soothed him. To him, she smelled like spring. She was perfect.

God, could you be any more sappier Ethan? Be a man.

But he knew, that if Leah even looked his way, he would be down on his knees.

"How was your day?" Ethan asked as he kissed her crown.

"It was so productive. I saved a nine year old girl today. Seeing her parents happy... It was beautiful."

"Well, I never doubted you once." He said with a tender smile, cupping her cheeks. "Also, do you have plans for tonight?"

"Yeahhhh, today is just an ordinary day, with no anniversary whatsoever. I was planning on going home and binging on greys-"

"Sunshine, don't talk shit."

"Hey, but you still love me."

"That I do... Anyways I have made a reservation in 'Osteria' tonight to celebrate our anniversary."

"E, you know that I wouldn't mind staying in bed and drinking cheap wine right?"

"I know, but I want to spoil my baby!! Be ready, I will pick you up by seven."

"I will be ready."

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Ethan rolled up to Leah's penthouse and send her a message. He had donned his black tux but had skipped the tie. He unbuttoned the top buttons of his crisp white shirt. He was going to call her again, when he heard a tap on the window. He looked up and the phone almost fell out of his hands.

Leah stood in front of him, wearing a black evening gown. It was an off shoulder, which showed her collarbones. She was also wearing the ruby stone necklace, her birthstone, which Ethan had gifted her on her birthday. Her jet black hair had been tied up to a messy side bun, a few rebellious strands blowing in the night wind. He steeped out to open the door for her when he almost tripped at the sight.

The dress had a slit which almost went up to her thighs, putting those glorious bronze legs on display.

God, she was gonna be the death of me.

"Wow. You look gorgeous Dr. Garcia."

She blushed red. "You don't look so bad yourself Dr. Ramsey." He pecked her on her lips.

"Shall we?" He opened the door for Leah, like a true gentleman.

"Yes, we shall." Leah giggled and stepped in. Ethan walked around and sat in the driver's seat, and they pulled out of the curb.

The entire ride was filled with jokes, heated gazes and silent promises. Ethan had placed his hand on her bare thigh, slowly caressing it. Leah knew that it was risky to wear such a gown, but she took the chance anyway. And now here she was, slowly going crazy with Ethan's hand on her thigh.

She wanted to devour him. He looked delectable and so very handsome in a tux. The open buttons, gave her a peak of his collarbones and she literally salivated. Collarbones have always been her weakness.

Soon, they showed up at the restaurant. After handing of the keys to the valet, and borderline threatening him that if there was even one scratch, he would have a nice chat with the manager, they headed towards the restaurant.

"God Ethan, you are such a Karen." Leah giggled.

"I maybe old, but I got that reference!! And no, I am not. I am particular."

"Whatever floats your boat babe." She linked her hands in his and they headed towards the hostess.

"Welcome sir and ma'am. Do you have a reservation?" The hostess asked.

"Yeah... Please check under the name Ramsey."

The hostess checked the log book for a long time. Ethan started sweating. What was taking her so long?

"I am afraid but, there is no reservation under that name sir." The hostess replied timidly, after Ethan's cool eyes landed on her.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"Hundred percent sir."

"But it does not make sense...I called two months before to get a reservation... Do you have any empty tables?" Ethan said, pinched the bridge of his nose, slowly getting frustrated.

"Sorry sir but... All the tables are occupied."

Goddammit Ethan!! You had one fucking job.

He led Leah back to the valet and ran a hand through his hair. "I am so sorry sunshine. I just wanted this evening to go perfect and I had to go fu-"

Leah put a finger on his lips. "No. You haven't fucked anything up. It's the gestures that counts. Also, the night is young."

"But you heard the hostess-"

"Well, I have some ideas on how we can spend our anniversary." Ethan just gave her a quizzical look. She took the car keys from the valet and turned towards Ethan and winked. "Get in the car Ramsey. Get ready for the best night of your life."

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"So your 'best night' includes shopping at Target??" Ethan asked amusement sparkling in his ocean blue eyes.

"Shut up. Where we are going, we need a little more casual clothing."

"But I like your gown. It helps me slip my hand-"

"Shh Ethan!! We are in public. Keep it PG 13 for now." Leah said, as she blushed red. Ethan just laughed, enjoying teasing her.

Leah proceeded to pay for the clothes and pushed Ethan into the changing room with his set of clothes. Ethan simply obliged because by the look of the determined glint in her eyes, he didn't want to be trampled by a woman on a mission.

The dark jeans fit him perfectly and the grey V-neck fit him snugly. He was wearing his slip ons when Leah came out of the dressing room, smoothening her outfit.

She was wearing a black tank top which she tucked into a baby pink skater skirt. On top of the tank top, she had slipped on a denim jacket. "How do I look babe?" She asked as she observed herself in the mirror.

"You know that even if you wore a potato sack, you would still be the prettiest woman I have ever laid my eyes on, right?" Ethan said earnestly.

She gave a soft smile and kissed his bearded cheek. She plopped down next to him and slipped on her white converse hightops.

"Seriously sunshine? Converse again? You literally have so many at home."

"Well I don't have this style. And you know what they say, 'once a converse girls, always a converse girl'." She said as she brushed him off.

"Sunshine.... literally no one says that."

"It's all in the details, E. C'mon let's go."

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After a half an hour drive, Leah pulled into the make shift parking lot near the docks. They got out and Ethan let out an appreciative whistle. "Wow."

Leah had brought them to the annual fair, where there were tonnes of food stalls and gaming places. The entire place had been decorated with LED lights that were illuminating the Boston night sky. The Ferris wheel stood tall and proud, moving at a gentle pace. The place was littered with a number of game stalls like 'shoot the bottle' and 'ring toss' where people competed to get a prize. Fairy lights hung from the trees around there and a number of people were sitting under them, laughing, eating and drinking cheap beer.

On the other end there were a number of food stalls open, which were being catered by the numerous food joints in the city. The crowd near the ice cream vendors and the cotton candy vendors were unreal.

"Oh. My. God. Ethan they have go karting as well!!" Leah exclaimed grabbing Ethan's arm and pointing towards the make shift track. The karts had designs in various neon colors and the entire track had been painted with glow in the dark paint.

Leah continued to point at the different places and stalls, talking excitedly, but Ethan's eyes stayed glued to Leah's face with a small smile. The child like wonder in her brown eyes made Ethan melt. Her voluminous dark hair blew with the wind, caressing Ethan's face. The way the neon lights reflected on her caramel skin, the way there was an pearly smile on her face and the way she clutched Ethan's arm made his heart do somersaults.

"Are you even paying attention?" Leah asked, breaking Ethan from his reverie.

"Sorry, I didn't get the last part. Was blow away by how beautiful the view is."

Leah rolled her eyes and smacked Ethan's arm. But there was a small smile on her face.

"Let's go to the go karting place."

"Oh yes. Can't wait to see you behind in the dust." Ethan said with a teasing smile.

"Oh honey. I can't wait to see your face after I defeat you. If you think I am going to go easy on you just because I love you, you are very very wrong." Leah said with a coy smile.

"Oh you are so on. Winner can ask the loser anything and buys snacks."

"Let's do this." Leah said as she cracked her knuckles.

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"So...what do I ask you?" Leah questioned herself, with her fingers tapping against her chin. She had won hands down. She got a tacky medal which she decided to wear for the rest of the evening. She just continued to wear a smug smile on her face, so that she could annoy Ethan.

"Please, just get it over with." Ethan groaned as he munched on the caramel popcorn.

"Hmmm.... Which is your favourite place to kiss me?"

"Hmmm..that's a tough question.. see, my favourite place is your pussy but I think your neck would be my favourite place to kiss." Ethan mused.

"Why?" Leah asked as she took a bite of bite of the cotton candy, letting it dissolve on her tongue.

"There are three reasons- One, the moment I kiss your neck, you have that wanton and 'fuck me' expression which drives me crazy. Secondly, the moans you let out are....oh Lord. Just thinking about them gives me a bad case of blue balls. And lastly, you become so wet and ready for me... It makes the experience much more memorable." He said nonchalantly as he continued to munch on the popcorn, seeing Leah's reaction from the corner of his eyes.

Leah was blushing wildly. Ethan may come across as a gentleman but his dirty talk made her knees weak like jello. He could speak things that would make a priest blush. "That's not true." Leah weakly objected as she stuffed her face with cotton candy.

"Oh really? So if I do this.." Ethan reached to place a hot, wet kiss on the spot below her ear. Leah's mouth opened slightly at the intense feeling. Her body flushed wildly. Her toes curled as Ethan continued to lick and suck. She felt herself getting wetter and wetter when his teeth sank into the tender spot on her neck. After what seemed like eternity, he pecked it and moved back to admire his handiwork. "....it won't do anything?" He asked in a husky voice.

Leah didn't dare to look at him because she knew that if she would, her face would betray everything. Also she didn't want to see the shit eating grin on his face.

"Shut up." Leah grumbled as she tore and ate her cotton candy more aggressively.

"But I didn't say anything!"

"I know what you are thinking so shush."

Ethan laughed a deep laugh, his dimples on display as he wrapped his hand around her waist. "It's okay sunshine. You can tie me up and have your way later." He said as he kissed her crown.

"Oh look, there is a shooting booth." Leah said, changing the topic before her mind could go into full fantasy mood of Ethan being below her, moaning her name as she rode him six ways to Sunday.

They reached the stall which was decorated in a western country style. "Howdy! Wanna shoot somethings?"

"I'm a healer but.." Leah picked up the shotgun and loaded it while Ethan rolled his eyes. He will never understand her obsession with anime.

"Shoot all the balloons on that board and then you can choose what prize you want." The guy with the handlebar moustache said.

With quick precision, she shot all the balloons in a matter of seconds. She then twirled the gun around her finger and blew the smoke away. "And that's, how you do it in the wild wild west." She said in a smoldering voice.

Ethan and the gamekeeper had their jaws on the floor.

Could she get any more attractive? Ethan asked himself.

"Damn girl.." the old guy with the funny moustache spoke.

Leah gave out a short laugh. "If you don't mind, can I get those rose tinted glasses?" She pointed to a pair of cat eye sunglasses.

"Sure girlie."

After wearing them she grabbed Ethan and walked hand in hand towards the next booth. "Sunshine, what is the point of these glasses if they can't even cover your eyes?"

"These are stylish and I can wear them when I am going out."

"I don't think I can ever understand your sense of fashion."

"Uh duh!! You guys can't even distinguish between 'peacock blue' and 'turquoise' colour."

"Is there even a difference between them?" Ethan asked incredulously.

"A fine example right here."

Ethan lightly shoved her but Leah just held onto their intertwined fingers. She pulled him to her, went on the tip of her toes and kissed him. Ethan cupped her cheek and kissed her slowly and tenderly. The sounds of people talking, the mainstream pop music playing through speakers, everything disappeared as they kissed each other under the neon lights.

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"Oh god...I am so full!" Leah groaned she leaned back on her hands. They were sitting under a secluded tree, with golden fairy lights hanging off them.

"Sunshine, I think you will have to roll me out of here." Ethan groaned as his hands caressed her bare thighs, which she had thrown over his lap. He picked up their popsicle sticks, and threw them in a perfect arc, into the nearby dustbin.

"I can't roll out a 6 feet something skyscraper on my own. I would die."

"Sucks to be short." Ethan stuck his tongue out.

"Hey your tongue is blue!!" Leah exclaimed.

"And your is red from the strawberry flavour." He observed.

"Wanna make purple?" Leah asked slyly, waggling her eyebrows.

Ethan guffawed at the expression and soon she also joined in his laughter. She clutched her stomach. "Oww....shouldn't try to laugh too much. Gosh, I shouldn't have taken that second helping of Quesadillas."

"C'mon let's take you home." Ethan stood up and grabbed Leah's hand so that he could pull her up to stand. She dusted her skirt and then intertwined their fingers. She leaned against him, as they headed towards the exit.

"Sunshine?"

"Hmm?"

"I had a lot of fun today. Thank you."

"You can thank me in different ways later." Leah said, as her brown eyes darked with desire.

Ethan just smirked and squeezed her to his side.

"That's a promise baby."

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The moment they entered Ethan's penthouse, Ethan pressed Leah against the door. Leah's let out a sharp breath and she looked up at the stormy blue eyes. She could see the desire and the lust swimming in those blues of his and she could also feel the desire in her, ignite like a slow fire.

Ethan cupped her cheek and pulled her in for a heated kiss. She went on her tiptoes to meet him half way. With their lips locked in a passionate embrace, she still felt that he was too far away. So, she hooked her fingers on the belt loops and tugged him closer to her.

Getting the memo, he moved closer until they was no space between them except their clothes. Ethan reached to take her jacket off, which he threw across the room. The need to get her naked, writhing and moaning under him, was becoming overwhelming.

She took out Ethan's shirt and moaned when she felt his warm skin on hers. She wrapped her arm around his neck while she laid her other hand on his bare chest. Her dainty fingers seemed to have a mind of their own. They caressed his chest, his back, his abs and were about to go lower, to his happy trail when he growled and caught them.

He grabbed her thighs and lifted her so that her legs were around his waist. He took her hands and pinned them against the door. The kiss was a fight for dominance, where nobody seemed to be a clear winner. Leah slipped her tongue into his mouth and he groaned appreciatively.

He tastes like ambrosia, sweet nectar and all the good things in life. Leah knew that she could never ever get over the way he tasted.

Ethan lifted her with ease and led her to the first surface he found, the dining table. He moved his hands under her tank top and groaned when he found out she wasn't wearing a bra.

"God Leah, you know how much control it takes to be around you? That when you pull such stunts on me, I just want to bend you over and fuck you on the first surface I find?"

"So what's stopping you?" Leah asked. She pulled him in for another searing kiss.

"After I am done with you...you won't be able to walk for a week." He spoke in a husky voice, filled with need. He took of her tank top and growled appreciatively at the sight of her breasts.

Leah smiled coyly. "Don't make promises you can't keep Ramsey." Ethan just narrowed his eyes and kissed her with so much force, that it made her gasp. His hands reached for her ass and squeezed it.

He then descended on her neck kissing and licking the small droplets of sweat accumulated on her neck. He slowly grinding against her heat, making her aware of how badly he needed her. His hands went from her ass to her breasts. He massaged it before pinching the nipples. Leah yelped. Ethan did not once show her mercy, as he stimulated each sensitive spot on her body. Leah felt as if her nerves were on fire.

He slowly made his way down south, leaving fiery hot kisses on her body. Not having any patience left, he just lifted her skirt up and quickly slid her panties out. Seeing her exposed pussy just made his jeans tighter around his growing erection. He blew air on her wet cunt, leaving goosebumps on their wake. "What are you doing?" Leah asked breathlessly. She was finding it hard to keep her eyes open due to the desire coursing through her veins.

"What we do on a table Sunshine.... Eat." His dark blue eyes met her brown ones and he licked her dripping slit, slowly. Leah thought she was going to loose it at that very instant.

He gripped her thighs and threw them over his broad shoulders and proceeded to eat her out, properly . He swirled his tongue on the sensitive bud of nerves and then went on to stick his tongue into her wet pussy.

He let out a moan, which resonated deep in her core.

He never once slowed his pace. He continued to lap up all the moisture. He alternated between her clit and her cunt. As he pushed his fingers in her, and fucked her, Leah climbed higher and higher. Her stomach started to tighten, with the need to release.

"Oh god...I am gonna come..."

Ethan stopped his hand movements and rose to his full height. Leah's eyes snapped open and she glared at him.

"Fuck you Ethan!! Who the hell gave you the fucking righ- ohhhh."

He shoved his dick slowly into her, enjoying the way her walls clenched around him. They fit each other perfectly. Like two jigsaw puzzles. You couldn't differentiate, where he ended and where she started.

This..this was heaven.

He slowly moved, in and out. But Leah wasn't having it.

"Ethan, I want you to fuck me."

"Are you sure you can handle it sunshine?"

"I ain't no weak bit-" Leah couldn't complete her sentence because at that moment he snapped his hips and started fuking her. He held her hips with one hand for leverage and his other hand gently squeezed her throat, feeling her rapid pulse under his hand.

He did not let go of the punishing rhythm he had set. He moved his hips in such a way that he hit her on that spot which made Leah see stars. It was quite a view for Ethan. The moonlight streaming through the glass facade and illuminating her sheen skin. Her eyes half closed, her breasts moving with every stroke and her legs wound around his hips.

"Please, please, please let me come." Leah choked.

Ethan also felt a tingle in his lower back and his abs constructing. He was close too. His strokes became faster and shorter.

"Okay sunshine. Come."

Just that one word and Leah obeyed. She felt a burst of pleasure rush through her body, setting every part of her alight. She saw fireworks behind her eyelids. She hadn't even come down when, Ethan's release caused her to have another mini orgasm.

It was too much. Way too much. Aftershocks racked her body and tears streamed down her face as she soared through cloud nine.

Without pulling himself out, he gathered Leah in his arms and took her to the bedroom. He gently laid her down on the bed and pulled out and headed to the bathroom to get a washcloth. Leah winced and felt empty like a crater.

Ooooh boy, gonna feel that tomorrow.

Her eyes were closed as she tried to catch her breath and get her head straight. Ethan slowly wiped her neck, her stomach and her sore centre, instantly cooling her body down. He threw the washcloth into the laundry basket and slid into his bed. He wrapped his strong arms around Leah and pulled her close to him. He bent down to kiss her lips tenderly.

"I love you sunshine."

"Happy six months, babe. I love you." She gave a tired smile and they both slipped into a dreamless sleep.

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Tangled Webs - Chapter Two (Peter Parker x Reader)

DARK WEBS MASTERLIST | TANGLED WEBS MASTERLIST

Warnings: Angst, language, Smut, Topics of death and depression, PTSD, more angst, violence, a bit more fluff and smut than the last series? Somewhat ignoring the MCU timeline due to mature content

Word Count: 5868

Summary: Peter realized the responsibilites he’s facing may be too overwhelming and getting in over his head while he continues to worry about you. With good reason...

A/N: Cleaning up my taglist so if you haven’t put your name on the form please do so. I can’t wait to hear your feed back on this chapter! A super angsty chapter, but I hope you guys enjoy it and please share + reblog if you do! I can’t wait for your feedback! (Also I found this .gif on google, so if you made it, or know who did, let me know and I will credit!) Thank you xx -N

“Y/N, wake up…”

“I need you to go to the store, Y/N…”

“Wake up, please…”

“Where’s the mask?”

You groaned as you flung the covers off of you as you frustratedly got out of bed. Peter was never one to pester you to get out of bed, unless he had something important to discuss or if it was getting a little later than you usually liked to be asleep for. But it was only nine in the morning, what was so urgent?

Grabbing a change of clothes, you went to the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth. The smell of breakfast coming from the kitchen flowing through your nostrils as you started to begin your day. Clearly whatever Peter needed from you wasn’t that important if he had time to make breakfast.

“Y/N! Mask!” you heard him shout again from the other room. You rolled your eyes with the huff of your breath as you padded your way into the kitchen, seeing Peter over the stove in his favorite NASA t-shirt as he turned over a few strips of bacon. It didn’t look urgent at all.

“What’s the problem with your mask?” you asked him as you pushed your hair out of your face to greet him. Trying to hide your annoyance from being too tired, even though you were happy to see Peter in the kitchen again for you.

Peter flashed you a grin as he started making you a plate of breakfast, “Uh, nothing? I mean Karen’s been a bit screwy but nothing I can’t fix in the lab,” Peter looked at you as if you were nuts. Did you look at his suit or did he mention his mask to you and forgot that he did?

“Thought we could take a break from bagels for the morning since I have to meet with Agent Kent in a bit,” he told you as he set the plate down on the counter.

“Is that why you were calling me so many times?” you asked him in your tired voice, clearing your throat as you rubbed your eyes. You sat at the table, rubbing your temples as you felt your head aching, “I love that you made this but I wish you didn’t wake me up for it,” you let out a small laugh, taking a bite of your bacon.

Peter gave you a look, “I didn’t wake you? Not yet anyway. But I am glad you’re awake now because I found something I think you might like,” he said as he dragged his chair closer to you, pulling out his EDITH glasses and projecting his tech out onto the table for you to see.

Brushing aside the annoyance you had earlier that he had woken you up, you leaned forward as you looked at the projection Peter was showing you. Your eyes lit up as you tapped the projection, zooming in on what he was showing you.

“I know this sounds kind of crazy but I think there’s a force coming similar to the one we saw at the Yankee game…” Peter started to say as he zoomed in on the magnetic fields he was tracking, “There’s something coming and it’s ten times bigger than that was,” he told you as he pinned the location.

You swallowed at the idea, knowing the Yankee game incident was all your doing. The fact that Peter alone thought you were that dangerous broke your heart more than you could put into words. And if anything it was more satisfaction in yourself knowing that you took care of this.

But there was a sudden uneasiness in knowing that this force couldn’t be yours. Your abilities were frozen and you couldn’t have caused this. This was something else. Something bigger than you, something with an actual intention of doing harm to the city. And it was happening faster than you even realized.

Looking at the speed of the field, you could tell it was arriving fast, “Peter, if that’s right it’s going to hit tonight,” you told him, giving him a worried look as you zoomed in on the location.

“It’s going to be right in the middle of the uptown area, fuck…” Peter shook his head as he felt his chest tighten at the thought. There could be thousands of people over there that could get hurt or maybe even killed if Peter didn’t stop this thing.

Peter hadn’t seen anything of this size ever. The damage this could cause would be catastrophic. He knew he had to do something about it but that didn’t mean he wasn’t terrified to put the suit on and try.

He was still just getting back into the habit of things. He hadn’t fought anything of this nature since Osborn. And that was months ago. He was taking things a little bit at a time but if his city needed him, if SHIELD needed him, he knew he had to step up to the plate.

You squeezed Peter’s hand, detecting how nervous he was, “This energy could be a number of things. But you’re already a step ahead by tracking it and I’m so proud of you for doing that,” you gave Peter a smile, “Tell Kent so he can get backup in there for you. Whatever it is, I want you to be prepared,” you told him as you could feel how nervous he was from the way he was holding your hand.

“Do you think you could be on the headset with me tonight to talk me through this? I’m really going to need your help but I want you to stay here where it’s safe,” Peter said as he looked you in the eye.

“As if you need to even ask, Parker,” you told him as you brought your lips up to his, brushing them against his as you pressed your head to his, “We’re going to take care of this together,” you said softly.

Peter smiled, kissing you again, “Spider-Man never gets a day off, does he?” he laughed against your lips as his alarm went off to remind him of his meeting with Agent Kent, “But thank you for calming me down,” he smiled, lucky that he had you to pull him off of the edge every time he felt like he was about to fall.

“Always,” you smiled as you gave him a playful nudge, “And tell that god damn Agent Kent he owes me some serious one on one time,” you smirked at Peter with a playful wink, hoping a joke would help calm his nerves a bit too.

Peter shook his head with a laugh, “I’ll tell him but it’s going to make me immensely jealous if I see you two together,” he winked at you playfully, making you giggle before he got into the elevator to take it up to S.H.I.E.L.D’s floor.

This was becoming much of a norm for Peter, he thought to himself as he scanned his fingerprints into the identification lock as it opened up for him. Night patrols, followed by barely seeing you, followed by meeting and training with S.H.I.E.L.D, to more shortened dinners with you before his patrol, then repeat. It was exhausting and there were times he wished he could just not do any of this but it was part of the responsibility he was given. And as he was remembering, responsibility came with his gifts.

Peter knew he owed you way more than just a few hours a day at breakfast and dinner. He hated that he couldn’t give you more of his time. That was part of his reason he suggested the lake house, just you and him. No Spider-Man, no S.H.I.E.L.D, no strange or unusual energy forces threatening the lives of thousands that Peter had to take care of.

Just you and him. It’s all he wanted. Where you were safe and didn’t have to be afraid of anything around you and he knew he was doing his job by keeping you safe too. And you wouldn’t be hiding things from him that he had to try and just be patient for you to come to him about. Like how you were patient with Peter. He had to be with you.

“My girlfriend says you owe her one for calling me in so early,” Peter told Agent Kent as he approached him in the office, putting his EDITH glasses on as he took a seat in the chair at the round table as he gave Kent a disapproving look.

Agent Kent narrowed his eyes on Peter with a cheeky grin, “I didn’t realize you and Miss Y/L/N were so welcoming to me,” he said smugly as he adjusted his tie before turning his computer to show Peter.

Peter had only met Agent Kent the other day but Peter could tell he was different from Agent Hill and the other S.H.I.E.L.D agents. He was relaxed, a bit more outgoing. And Peter could actually say things like that to him without getting scolded or being told to grow up. It was actually quite relieving.

Kent was a little older but around the same age as you and Peter. Once a former member of the NYPD Police Academy, Kent dropped out after a tragic incident which left him injured for well over six months. After his recovery, Kent spent his time working with the logistics department by attaining new and unique forms of weaponry for the military. His discoveries were what brought him into S.H.I.E.L.D; hoping he’d be an asset to them to gain intel on future threats coming into the city. Similar to what Harry Osborn was doing with the stolen Stark tech.

“How did you know to check for energy levels this high?” Kent asked Peter as he zoomed in on the location, “This could be detrimental if we don’t get in there tonight,” he added as he sent a call out to the other agents to let them know.

Peter shrugged, licking his lips, “I just had a...feeling,” he admitted as he felt so cheesy saying it. But that was the truth. He always had a feeling when something was coming. Especially something of this magnitude.

Kent and Peter created a plan in his office before he warned the other agents. Peter would be in the spot the energy was planned to hit after the area had been evacuated. S.H.I.E.L.D was only going to be backing Peter up, so it was up to him to do the hard part; trying to get rid of whatever the hell this was without making too much of a mess.

“You okay, Parker?” Kent noticed the look on Peter’s face as he started to leave his office to head towards the gym to work on some simulations before tonight.

“Just haven’t fought something this big in a while,” Peter admitted, feeling oddly comfortable enough in admitting that to Kent, a stranger. But at the same time he needed to know the truth. They were working for the same team and Kent needed to know if Peter was feeling off.

And the truth was, fighting this thing alone was making Peter feel like he was screwed. He knew the reality was if he had you on the line with him from base, giving him pointers and being his first chair, he’d be fine. Because you always were right and could see the whole picture from afar when Peter was too close. He knew in his heart he could beat this thing as he had done so many times in the past.

But his brain was messing with him. Telling him it was too big for him to handle on his own. That he would lose miserably and would disappoint you. Even if he knew deep down that might not be the case, his past trauma was making him believe otherwise and think of the worst possible outcomes.

“It’s okay to be afraid, Pete. Just know when it’s time to swallow it whole before it turns to doubt. Doubt is what makes failure, not fear,” he told Peter with a knowing look.

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“I’m expecting two thousand words tomorrow on something. It’s been days since you’ve given us anything. Twice a week, that's our deal,” your editor said with a scolding tone as he handed you your paycheck, “We don’t like it when The Daily Bugle sells more papers than us and I don’t think you do either,” he told you has he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“No sir,” you answered through your teeth as you grabbed your check before storming out of his office. You stuffed your check into your bag as you headed out of the office for The Daily Globe, heading down to the nearby bank down the street to cash it.

You knew you had a job to do for The Daily Globe and you were aware you really hadn’t been writing anything at all since your treatment. But as your body was healing from the injection, you were still feeling a bit on edge from it and took time for yourself instead of writing for the paper.

It was tricky not to rely too much on Peter for stories but the media relied heavily on Spider-Man and neither one of you could help it. You didn’t want anything bad to happen but the journalist in you was hoping this energy thing that Peter had found was going to be something that you could at least spin for a story. Just something to get your editor off of your back for a few more days.

But you needed a backup in case you couldn’t use what Peter found as a story. You had contemplated going undercover into the mental hospital to try and get something out of the man Peter had arrested at the bank the other day but something inside of you was saying it was going to be a pointless trip.

Spending the last few days in the tower as you got back on your feet really kept you in the dark of what was going on in the city. Which probably wasn’t the smartest idea.

Things weren’t any better since OsCorp fell. If anything, they were worse. Politicians were corrupt, as was the the city and justice system. If people had enough money in their pockets or knew the right people, they wouldn’t see the light of a courthouse by a long shot. And it drove people like you and Peter crazy; who saw the shady and unethical circumstances on a daily basis. And it felt like no matter what Peter did, no matter what you wrote about; it wasn’t making even the slightest bit of difference.

It made you think maybe Peter was right about getting out of the city. Maybe there was only so much Spider-Man could do and this was bigger than him. Maybe it was just-

“Mask!” a voice shouted, sounding like it was coming from behind you that cut off your train of thought as you walked down the street. You turned around but there wasn’t anybody behind you for about two blocks.

Shrugging to yourself, you put your AirPods in and kept walking. Hoping to use some music as a distraction to yourself as you walked down the next block. Maybe there were more symptoms to this treatment than what Doctor Octavious was even aware of. Maybe a call to him when you got back to the tower wouldn’t be a bad idea.

You started running, focusing on your breath as you paced yourself down each block. The music blasting in your ears as you ignored your surroundings that were beginning to feel like they were closing in on you. The pressure in your head building as that familiar feeling began coming back. The feeling you thought you were getting rid of.

Keeping Peter on your mind, you tried ignoring it as you remembered the other day that Peter helped you relax that feeling and put it back to bed.This treatment was clearly experimental and not perfect, there were bound to be some flaws; and you were beginning to learn that some of the side effects were going to take a bit longer to go away.

Exhaling through your mouth, you stopped suddenly. Not because you decided to, or that you were tired. You just stopped in front of a pharmacy. It was almost as if your legs just stopped working. Like for a moment, your brain had forgotten how to pick them up and continue running. What the hell was happening?

You tried picking your feet up but it was as if they were glued to the cement. Your heart started racing nervously as you bent down, trying to maybe take your feet out of your shoes but they still didn’t budge. You weren’t sure why but the only thing you thought you could do was stand there mindlessly, and for some reason to reach into your bag and pull out the cash you just received from the ATM.

And then suddenly, you started walking again. You were so relieved you weren’t hurt that you didn’t care where you were walking to. Heading into the pharmacy, you clutched your cash in your fist as you walked down the aisles until you found an enticing one.

It didn’t feel like you. It didn’t feel like you were really walking or that you were walking down the cosmetic aisle. Walking passed all of the items that would always make you stop and grab your attention but you stopped in the back of the store.

Looking at the section of wigs and masks, your eye was caught and your eyes looked on each and every row cautiously. Your eyes reviewing each and every one with careful consideration before you made your selection. But selection for what? Why did you suddenly crave this sudden impulse buy? You had no desire for it earlier.

But your eyes went to a small black masquerade mask and your body shivered. It looked perfect. Perfect for what, you didn’t know. But you grabbed it off of the shelf and brought it to the counter. Tossing your cash at the cashier before you slid the mask into your purse.

“See you tonight,” you heard someone say as you exited the pharmacy. A sudden coldness surrounding you as you heard the voice.

Turning around again, you saw once more that nobody was there but you.

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You pulled Peter’s mask over his head, leaving his mouth and nose open as you captured his lips against yours softly. He leaned his back against the half opened window as his hands went to your sides while he kissed you back.

The calmness rushed through his body as you touched him. Needing and wanting so much more of you but knowing he had a job to do before he could even think about that just yet. He pulled away with a smile, kissing your cheek as he pulled down the rest of his mask to cover his whole face.

“I’ll be on channel nine bossing you around, tiger,” you teased him as you gave him a playful nudge onto the window. Watching as he shot his web out onto the ledge as he prepared himself to take off.

“Kent or Fury better not call me tomorrow because I’m taking a day off,” Peter laughed through his mask as he let go of your hand before he swung off of the balcony and towards the next building; becoming a swinging ant in the sudden distance. Or in this case, a spider.

You grabbed your radio and turned on your channel as you headed into the lab to track Peter’s whereabouts. Taking a seat as you put your headset on, you could already see Peter was close to the destination so quickly.

“Parker, this thing is getting close…” you warned as you zoomed in on the energy source. You could tell Peter was practically right on top of it, hoping he had a better idea of what they were dealing with.

“Kent, you here?” Peter asked over the radio as you adjusted the volume of your radio, “I think I see this thing and I can’t make heads or tails of it…” he said through your headset as you channeled in the S.H.I.E.L.D radio so you could listen to what this new Agent Kent was telling Peter.

“Copy that, Peter. Whatever the hell this thing is, its elements are Earth based. We’re running a test and it’s coming back saying it's sedimentary…” a voice explained, which you assumed was Agent Kent.

Turning on your satellite camera to take a better look at the picture for Peter. You gasped at the sight, never seeing anything like that. It was about the same size as Bruce Banner, only he was much more menacing looking. What appeared to be rocks instead of skin as he reached for Peter in the street but missed as Peter jumped onto a bodega, making the rock elemental thing slam into the concrete with the loudest thud you heard.

You heard Peter yelp and cuss through his mask as he tried to regain some strength back to web up some weapons from nearby. All the while taking pedestrians who refused to evacuate from earlier and bringing them to the top of the building. Peter really did do it all. Even in moments like these, you were so proud of him.

“Any ideas on what to do with this jackass?” Peter asked as you heard another thud coming from his side. You hated when he put himself in so much danger. As much as you wanted to help him, you knew you’d be useless.

Well maybe not so useless when you had his venom going through your bloodstream, making you some sort of hybrid. But now that it was frozen, yes, useless.

“You're not going to love this idea but I may have something crazy enough to work...” you spoke, thinking of an idea that was crazy but it could work, you tapped on your mic to respond. But if he was rock based then Peter could blast him to pieces with a web grenade. One, maybe two to his shoulder and he’d be scared off easily. Maybe even entirely blasted away. It was crazy enough to work and you knew Peter could do it in a matter of seconds.

But when you opened your mouth, nothing was coming out. It was like what had happened earlier on the sidewalk but with your mouth instead of your legs. Not again, you thought. Not now. Not when Peter needed you.

“Y/N?!” you heard Peter crying out for you. He needed you and you couldn’t tell him why you weren’t answering. You didn’t know why or what was happening. But you logged off your radio as tears started streaming down your cheeks once you heard Peter yelling out for you once more.

Getting up from the lab, you felt like you floated your way towards the elevator and downstairs. It felt like you weren’t in control of yourself. Like all of a sudden, you were just acting on impulse and doing things that weren’t even on your mind.

Peter needed you and you were now halfway down the street for no reason at all. Standing in front of a convenience store with your eyes on the cashier. Go back home, you said to yourself.

But you still didn’t budge.

You could practically feel Peter’s fear after leaving him like that. You could just tell something was wrong wherever he was or whatever he was doing. You had a feeling that he was nervous, maybe even scared that you just vanished from the call. Maybe you felt it so strongly because you yourself were scared right now. This wasn’t you, you knew that.

But you had an urge to open your mouth, “What am I doing here?” you asked yourself. You weren’t sure why but you had a feeling that somebody brought you here for a reason. Whatever that was.

“Getting paid,” something answered. The same voice from earlier outside of the ATM and this morning when you thought it was Peter. Only now it was more clear it wasn’t from somebody around you, it was coming from in your head.

You unknowingly reached into your pocket, not even realizing the black mask you had purchased earlier was in there. You tied it around your face as it covered your eyes as it went back to the cashier. Reaching into your back pocket, you pulled out a blaster glove from the lab you didn’t even know you took as you left as you slid it onto your hand.

Swallowing thickly, you felt your heart beating out of your chest as you felt your body go rigid. It was becoming too obvious why you were here and for some reason you couldn’t stop yourself as you ran into the store and shoved the blaster in the cashier’s face.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” you apologized to the guy, who threw his hands up in surrender towards you, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you kept telling him but you couldn’t put your arm down.

“Stop apologizing. Take the money and go home,” the voice told you again.

You whimpered to yourself in disbelief as you pointed the blaster in his face once more as you shook your head, “I’m sorry but I need your money. I really don’t want to hurt you,” you told him as the ringing in your head started to build up.

No, you didn’t want to hurt this poor man as he emptied out his register and stuffed the cash into your bag. But you had no idea what you were capable of right now, so you weren’t going to risk that chance and put his life on the line while you fought with yourself, quite literally.

Clenching your jaw, you tried to fight the white noise growing in your head. The treatment didn’t work at all. It was making everything worse, possibly the cause of what was going on with the voices inside of your head as you fought the noise as your hand trembled while holding the blaster in his face.

You blacked out as you heard your surroundings. The man screaming for help and the voice in your head trying to tell you to run. You tried to think of Peter again to stifle it back down; just long enough so you could get out of there. But it was already boiling up to your surface.

The silence stopped as you heard a thud. Leaning over the counter, you saw the man on the floor with his hand on his arm with blood spewing out of it. But you knew the blaster wouldn’t break the skin, so there was no possible way the blaster could have hurt him.

“Get out of there, Y/N!” The voice in your head said as you felt a force to make you move. But you finally refused as you looked over in the guy’s hand and noticed he was holding a knife in his hand.

“How the fuck did you stab me?!” he shouted at you as he tried to find something to stop his bleeding.

This was the guy with the gun in the alley all over again. Doctor Octavious was right about something, at least. But catastrophic things weren’t happening around you…

...You were the catastrophic thing.

You watched the guy cry out for help, which only made you feel even worse. Walking towards the back of the store, you headed towards the liquor section and grabbed a bottle of gin. You already almost killed a guy while robbing his store, what was a bottle of gin going to add?

“Get the fuck out of here, you bitch!” he shouted at you as you began opening the bottle. You were already planning on it, you thought to yourself as you took a swig from the bottle, letting the burning liquid slide down your throat and it left you instantly craving more.

From the corner of your eye, you saw the man fling his knife towards you. You felt the hairs on your arm beginning to stick up as you bent down, giving him a look. You watched in awe as the knife somehow turned around, now facing him as it turned back around and drove right into his shoulder again.

You cussed in shock as your eyes widened in fear. That time was different than all of the other times. No vibrations, no sounds, no black outs. That was just a look you gave and something bad happened. Whatever the hell Octavious did made you worse, not better.

Downing the rest of the bottle, you smashed it on the sidewalk as you ran back to the tower in tears. The pain in your chest hurting so bad from your shock, you thought you were about to burst.

Feeling your body become more intoxicated with each and every step, you made it back to Stark Tower. Stumbling into the elevator, you looked at your reflection in the doors for the first time all night. Not even realizing you still had the black mask on.

You slid it off of your hair and stuffed it into your bag with the money in it. You couldn’t believe what had just happened. What you did. What you were forced to do. You felt so nauseous and it wasn’t just from the gin.

The elevator doors opened and you knew you needed to hide the money and mask from Peter. Running into the bedroom, you opened your closet and stuffed them all the way in the back for now. You’d have to put them in the lab safe in the morning. But for now, this would have to suffice.

You turned around and jumped when you saw Peter standing in the doorway quietly. Leaning up against the frame with his arms folded against his chest, still in his suit but unmasked as he looked at you. He looked like hell; scrapes and scratches all over his face with a rip in his suit as his hair was all over the place. You could see the disappointment in his eyes as he took a step closer to you.

“P-Peter...I’m s-sorry,” you slurred your speech as you spoke, feeling yourself begin to break all over as you saw the look he was giving you. You took another step closer to him as you touched the cut on his cheek, “How did it go?” you finally asked.

Peter made a face, smelling the alcohol on your breath as he sucked in a breath, “It went fine, no thanks to you. Were you drinking?” he scolded you.

He was so upset, he was shaking. He really needed you there to help him tonight but instead, you were out doing who knew what and getting wasted to the point where he could see how glazed over your eyes were. And now, Peter was more worried about you than ever.

Reaching out for your head, he noticed some bruises on your knuckles, “Y/N, what the hell is going on with you?” he asked again as he hoped you would finally tell him something, anything. Anything so that he could try and help.

“No, nothing. I’m fine, Peter. Just…” you trailed off, feeling yourself about to break. You wanted to tell him so badly but you were afraid of him finding out all the lies you piled up after all of this time. Seeing him hurt because of you would be more pain than you could handle.

No, you weren’t fine, Peter thought to himself. You weren’t fine at all. He saw you giving into these vices, these demons that made him hit a rock bottom he’d never hope to see again. And he didn’t want what had happened to him to happen to you. Especially when he needed you to be strong for him too, as selfish as that was.

“Are you?” he asked you quietly as he got another whiff of your breath, “You’re drunk and covered in bruises that you didn’t have when I saw you last, Y/N. I needed you tonight to help me with that thing and you…” he trailed off as he tried to shake his emotions off for right now.

You didn’t know how to answer. Looking down at the floor you shrugged as your fingers went to the rip in Peter’s suit, “Drank too much, I’m sorry,” was all you gave him. Knowing that wasn’t what he wanted to hear.

“I’m sorry too,” Peter said as he pressed the Nanotech on his web shooter as his suit began dissolving, revealing his regular clothes to you as he started to walk away, “Kent and I needed your help! I needed your help with that fucking thing and you won’t even tell me why you thought getting drunk off your ass was more important than that,” he raised his voice as he felt his throat tightening from shouting, upsetting himself further.

Peter ran a hand over his face as his curls fell again, “I’m trying to be patient with what’s going on with you. I know you’ve been acting different since what happened, but I can’t keep walking around on these eggshells with you when we have a giant elephant in the room, Y/N! I refuse to watch you drink yourself down the same path I went down last year. I just fucking can’t!” He shouted louder.

You didn’t speak. Not because the thing in your head was forcing you not to but because you knew if you did, you would just break down. Everything that he was saying was right. And Peter didn’t need that from you right now. He needed strength and you were only going to bring him down by telling him the truth.

All you could do was feel the tears streaming down your face as you sat on the edge of the bed, watching as Peter headed into the shower and closed the bathroom door behind him. You wanted the conversation to end there and start a new day tomorrow. But you knew something like this wasn’t just going to blow over so easily.

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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 4 years

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hello hi! if ur ever looking for ideas/prompts for spidey stuff i have an idea i've wanted to see but havent really yet: i have a sensory processing disorder so i personally always really connect w spidey when fics talk about him kind of having sensory issues, but they almost always only talk about getting too much sensory input. which is super valid! but a lot of people also have issues w not enough sensory input (i have issues w both! its gotta be a balance). (pt. 1 bc i talk to much)

(pt. 2 bc i talk too much) not having enough sensory input still needs grounding techniques and stuff! i know for me i'll start kind of pulling my hair, scratching too violently, etc. and then my service pup will lick my face to replace harmful sensory cravings with safe ones! i just feel like this might be interesting to see w peter and the avengers trying to give him safer/better sensory input bc it might be cute. totally no pressure though! just thought i'd yell this idea into the void

Oh god never apologize for talking too much! I love this idea, thanks so much for the request. Funny story, as I was reading I was just like...wait not everyone does this??? So...thanks for helping me realize things!

Just Right

Read it on Ao3

Warnings: descriptions of a meltdown, sensory deprivation (kinda), some self-injury

Pairings: none. found family is my shit

Word count: 2667

If you could see Peter’s lab in Stark Tower or the Avengers Compound, you’d wonder if it’s some mad-scientist abomination or a storage room gone crazy.

There are screens upon screens upon screens, little things scattered across almost every available surface, and even ones that aren’t technically available. There are haphazardly balanced books and sheets of metal and overflowing trash cans and more random trinkets scattered around than you can think of. And yet, Peter knows precisely where everything is.

Organized chaos. Entropy. There’s some scientific explanation for it.

Peter works in a state of 'a lot.' There's a reason for that, and a reason it's a bad idea for him to not have that.

If you could see Peter’s lab in Stark Tower or the Avengers Compound, you’d wonder if it’s some mad-scientist abomination or a storage room gone crazy.

Organized chaos. Entropy. There’s some scientific explanation for it.

Even Tony, the resident doer-of-so-many-things, is baffled when he walks in to see Peter looking at three separate screens, two sets of earbuds—one in each ear—texting as he calls out things for FRIDAY or KAREN or EDITH to help him with. Sometimes he’s talking to all three at once and texting.

“Kid,” Tony says, coming up behind him and resting a hand on his shoulder, “you know you gotta pay attention to the stuff you’re doing, right?”

“Yeah, I know. I’m doing things!”

Cue an impressive rant that even Tony struggles to keep up with in places, all the while Peter’s fingers fly over his keyboard and beat out rhythms on his crossed legs. He looks up at Tony with a bright smile and sometimes, sometimes Tony wonders what goes on in that head of his.

Because if he’s only seeing the little bits that manage to make their way out of the kid’s mouth…god.

Can you blame him for giving Peter a technological playground? Kid lights up better than an arc reactor.

Tony just shakes his head and says: “Kids these days.”

It’s not an uncommon sight to see Peter doing his work with screens scrolling and music blasting over his earbuds. It drives Steve nuts, his mother-hen instincts trying to make sure Peter’s paying enough attention that he won’t hurt himself.

“I know, I know, Pete,” he laughs when Peter glares at him, “I know you can do it, and I trust you, I’m just…”

Peter softens the smallest bit, dropping his project to scurry over and hug Steve. “I know. You worry.”

Steve smirks, running his hand through Peter’s hair. “Gotta make sure you’re in good enough shape for our walk this weekend.”

“Are we gonna do just the anti-homeless benches or are we doing the ramp bars too?”

“We’ll see how fast we can run, hmm?”

“May wants pictures too.”

“Ah yes, for the Baby’s First Act of Civil Disobedience book.”

“Steve!”

“Nope, that’s what she called it. She sent me a photo.”

Peter’s fine. And Steve told the truth, he does trust Peter. They all do. Kind of a side effect of the whole superhero gig, you learn to trust your people.

Doesn’t necessarily mean you understand them.

It’s been a long day. They’ve had to do some interview with this-or-that news station about their stances on some issue that is ‘complicated on both sides.’ Long enough that even Steve’s—frankly impressive—public service mask is slipping. Natasha gave up trying to masquerade as someone who cared ages ago, glaring daggers at anyone who so much as suggested something unreasonable. Tony shoos the last of the day’s worries out the door as Clint flops down on the sofa.

“Why,” he groans, “did we have to do that?”

“We’re role models,” Steve recites, even as the slump of his shoulders says ‘no’ in every possible way, “it’s our duty.”

“Yeah well, I never signed up to be a fucking role model.”

“Clearly.”

“If you dare tell me off for cursing I swear—“

Bucky just smacks Steve upside the head before he can say anything.

“Ow!”

“Don’t, Stevie,” Bucky warns, “just don’t.”

“Peter?”

Everyone turns around to look at Sam, crouched in front of Peter. He’s hunched over, almost curled up completely in his chair. His curls bounce back and forth, small muttering sounds coming from under them.

“Peter,” Sam calls again, “Peter, can you look at me?”

Peter’s head raises slowly and Sam’s glad for the training he’s had that keeps him from reacting visually. Peter’s face is a mess, thin red lines, and tense muscles everywhere.

“Hey, Pete,” he says softly, “you wanna tell me what’s going on?”

Peter shuffles. “Need something.”

“Okay. You hungry?”

“No. Need something.” He starts beating out a frantic rhythm on his legs, hard enough to make Sam wince. “Something, I gotta—“

“Where are your earbuds, Peter?”

“Counter.”

Tony tosses them their way without even hesitating. Sam hands them to Peter and almost immediately his hands fly to plug them in, jam the buds into his ears. The room waits, no one willing to move until Peter takes a deep breath and his shoulders slump. After a few seconds, he starts tapping his fingers again, this time much less frenzied. Judging by the pattern, it’s probably to the beat of the song.

“…sorry,” he mutters after a few moments, “sorry ‘bout that.”

“Don’t apologize,” Sam says, “you didn’t do anything wrong. You wanna talk about it?”

“Uh…not really, not right now.”

“Okay. Is that a ‘you don’t wanna talk about it at all’ or a ‘you wanna talk about it later?’ Either is fine,” Sam says quickly when Peter shifts nervously, “I just wanna understand a little bit more so we can help.”

“M-maybe later.”

“Sounds good.” Sam stands up. “You want us to leave you alone or are you fine if we hang out?”

“Stay,” Peter says, “please.”

“Sure thing, kid.” Sam makes his way over to the others, shaking his head when a couple of them shoot him curious looks. He glances back over at Peter to see him doing some motion that involves all four of his limbs. It’s…oddly mesmerizing, actually.

“I think he’s doing a music exercise,” Natasha murmurs, “eighth-notes, quarter-notes, half-notes, whole notes.”

Bruce stares at her. “He’s doing what?”

Natasha eases her way onto a stool, her left hand tapping along with Peter’s left. “This hand,” she says, still staring, “taps out every quarter note. One, two, three, four.”

“The right hand,” she says, tapping twice as fast with her right, “does the eighth notes. One-and-two-and-three-and-four-and.”

“Then the feet do…one…three…one…three.” She starts gently tapping her feet in time with Peter’s. “And one…one…one…one…”

Steve just shakes his head slowly. “That’s…complicated.”

“It’s a good way to immerse yourself in music,” Natasha murmurs, smiling slightly, “helped me too.”

“What’s it for?”

“I think our Baby Spider is trying to ground himself.” Natasha gives Peter a smile when he catches her doing the same motions. “And it’s fun.”

His other hand never missing a beat, Peter plucks out one of his earbuds and holds it out to Natasha. She smiles and joins him, sitting by his side and carefully inserting the bud.

“Ooh,” she says softly when she figures out what song it is, “nice choice.”

“Thanks.”

They sit like that as the others bustle around quietly, getting all the interview stuff tucked away and Steve starts the cooking for tonight. He shoos Tony out with a spatula as the genius pouts, quickly picking some innocuous bickering fight that makes Bruce roll his eyes and take the book Thor offers him. Bucky and Sam crash onto a nearby couch, Bucky half-heartedly trying to copy Peter and Natasha for a few moments before laughing and giving up. The dinner passes in relative quiet until Peter sighs and plucks out his earbuds, collapsing onto Natasha’s shoulder.

Natasha barely flinches, reaching up to ruffle Peter’s hair. “Hey there, Baby Spider. You okay?”

“Yeah,” Peter sighs, “sorry.”

“Told you,” Sam says easily, “you got nothing to apologize for.”

“No, I…I should’ve told you.”

“Peter,” Steve chides gently, “you’re allowed to not tell us things if you don’t want to.”

“But it’s also important that I tell you things,” Peter says stubbornly. “It’s not fair to you guys if I don’t tell you what bothers me and then you can’t do anything about it or it takes you by surprise.”

“That’s fair, Peter.” Natasha leans her head onto his. “Do you have something you want to tell us, then?”

“Yeah, I, uh…” Peter twists his fingers together, his teeth worrying his bottom lip. “Actually, uh, do you mind if I…have my earbuds in while I tell you? I’ll—I’ll play it on low volume, I’ll still be able to hear you, I just—“

“Shh,” Natasha hushes, “you don’t need to justify your needs. Go ahead.”

“…thanks.” A few seconds later and Peter visibly relaxes, running his hands through his hair as he sits up. “So, I, uh, I have a sensory processing disorder.”

Most of them nod. He’s not the only one. Bucky and Bruce in particular make some gesture of solidarity.

“But I, um…mine’s weird.”

“Weird how,” Sam asks.

“Uh, you know how most people get overwhelmed from too much sensory input?” When he gets an answering nod, Peter takes a deep breath. “I have, uh, I have the opposite.”

“…yours is triggered by having too little sensory input?”

“Yeah. That’s why I have…all the screens going all the time.”

Tony huffs. “Little bit of an understatement.”

“I-it’s easier for me to think!”

“It’s okay, Pete, I don’t mean anything by it,” Tony says instantly, raising his hands in surrender, “just wanna make sure this old man can still keep up with you, that’s all.”

“He admitted he’s old!” Clint throws his hands up in triumph. “All hail Peter Parker, the One Who Got Tony Stark To Admit He’s Old.”

“Alright, alright,” Thor says when it looks like Tony’s going to throw Steve’s salad across the table at Clint, “that’s enough. Peter,” he says, turning back, “how do we help?”

“H-help?”

“Surely it can’t come as a surprise that we wish to help you,” Thor chuckles, “now come on, out with it.”

“Uh…you did good today,” Peter mumbles, “getting me my earbuds and stuff.”

“Is that what we should do, then?”

“Yeah. Just, um, get me stuff that’ll occupy my sense. Optimal levels of arousal and all that.”

“Does that include physical contact,” Steve asks, “or no?”

“…sometimes? I gotta ask for that though.”

“Thank you for telling me.” Steve smiles and reaches out to squeeze Peter’s hand. “Thank you for telling us. I’m proud of you.”

“Ah, jeez,” Peter mumbles, his cheeks flushing, “do you have to say it like that?”

“Like what,” Steve asks like he obviously doesn’t know.

“Like—like that.”

“Steve, you’re such an asshole.”

“I agree with Bucky.”

“Both of you hush or there’ll be no dessert.”

The cry of protest that goes up around the table is enough to make Steve almost fall out of his chair from laughing too hard.

It’s pretty easy after that. They all keep an eye on Peter during functions where they’ve gotta sit still for long periods of time. Often they’ll hide Peter in the back and one of them will reach down, let Peter play with their hands, or sneak some new piece of tech in for him to tinker with. They always keep his earbuds close by and there’s never a problem if Peter needs his earbuds in while he’s at dinner with them or watching a movie.

Then May texts Tony one day when Peter’s scheduled to come over.

May: Peter’s earbuds broke.

Immediately, Tony sends it out to the others. They’re all on high alert, scouring the floors for where they may have been left, if they’ve got extras Peter can borrow, just for a little, come on Tony, you run a tech empire, what do you mean you don’t have headphones?

They’re all so busy looking that they completely miss Peter’s arrival.

Peter’s been floating ever since he got on the bus. Everything feels like it’s happening behind a whine of static. He’s floating in this weird bubble of a fish tank and he can tell there are things beating on the glass outside but he can’t do anything about them. He’s floating and he hates floating. He can’t feel anything. Can’t feel anything.

Something, something, he needs something.

Does he still have a body? Does it still feel? He doesn’t know as he stumbles down hallways and through doors. The walls don’t feel like anything. His hair catches on a catch and it feels. It sends a zing down his spine and he can feel. So he does it again. Feel. Feel. Feel. Feel.

His nail catches on his cheek as he raises his other hand to his hair and there’s a bright flash that shudders his body. It’s warm. He likes warm. He likes to feel. Feel. Feel. Feel. Feel.

He can’t feel his arms. So he moves to his arms. The flare spreads. Feel. Feel. Feel. Feel.

Where else can he feel?

He should be able to feel everywhere, shouldn’t he?

Feel.

He can’t feel his hands but he can tell his hands are making him feel.

It’s stopped being a word now.

Something tangles in his hand, at least he thinks it does. Something tangles in his other hand. They squeeze. Oh. Oh, he can feel that. He can feel his hands. He can feel…he can feel a lot.

He hears the gentle whine of metal against metal, feels the hardness of a claw in each of his hands. He blinks and looks up.

DUM-E and U are holding his hands, squeezing them gently the way he does to them. When he murmurs their names, DUM-E lets his hand go, leaning down to start stroking his forehead with his claw. Peter watches, trace the parts of DUM-E’s machinery, mapping it out in his head, grounding himself in the expansions of wires.

It’s better now, it is. U still sits there, patiently squeezing his hand, even as DUM-E whistles and chirps. Peter starts mumbling back that he’s fine, thank you, he’s okay now, can DUM-E move a little to the left, please?

“Peter?”

“Uh, h-hi, Fri,” Peter mumbles, “I, uh, guess you should tell them I’m here.”

“They’re on their way, Peter.”

“Thanks.”

“Of course.”

Steve will stumble in first, Natasha hot on his heels. Steve won’t be able to hide his shock at seeing the red lines drawn harshly on Peter’s skin, even as he tries to smile and call out for him. Natasha will look him over and softly ask permission to patch him up a little.

Tony will praise the bots as Sam and Bucky rope Peter into some inane fight that pulls him out of his head. Bruce and Clint will offer him their earbuds as they’re the only two who’ve managed to find some. Thor will offer to carry Peter for a little while.

But for now, Peter will sit here, on the floor of the lab, while the bots kiss his face, and feel.

It’s just right.

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Finding Home

Chapter One: Frenemy

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: language

Characters: Peter Parker, Happy Hogan, Flash Thompson, EDITH

Mentioned: Pepper Potts, Morgan Stark, Tony Stark, James Rhodes, May Parker, Thaddeus Ross, Wanda Maximoff, Quentin Beck, JARVIS, Vision, Ned Leeds, Karen, Steve Rogers

Peter let out a huff as he landed on top of a skyscraper. He had just gotten off the phone with Happy, who was anything but happy at the moment. No, he was furious. Just not at Peter, thankfully.

“Okay, Kid. I just got off the phone with Pepper—”

“Happy!” Peter protested. “No, you can’t do that! Don’t put her and Morgan in danger over my dumb mistakes. Seriously, we can figure this out some other way. Besides, it’s not really a secret anymore that I was close with Tony. That’s the first place that they’ll look.”

“Too late, Pete,” Happy replied. “Rhodey’s on his way to get you, so stay put. Keep to the rooftops, and God forbid they send a helicopter after you, ask EDITH what to do. You have her connected to your suit, yeah?”

Peter sighed, lowering his head. “Yeah, yeah, I have EDITH in the suit,” he told him. “How long will it take Rhodey to get here?”

“About twenty minutes. Hang tight until then, alright? We’re going to figure this out. I promise,” Happy said. “Do you need me to stay on the line?”

“No, no, I’m okay,” he replied. “Just, take care of May for me? Please?”

“I will, Peter. You know that.”

Peter took a shaky breath. Ross was after him. Of course f*cking Secretary Ross was after him. He had heard stories of the Raft; where they took the Rogue Avengers after Germany. He wasn’t sure if still existed now, but he knew that Ross had no problem putting him there if it did, and he knew that he didn’t trust mutants. He had heard what he did to Wanda.

“Peter, you have an incoming call from an unknown number. It appears that you share a group chat with them,” EDITH announced.

Peter blinked, tilting his head slightly. “Yeah? Can you figure out who it is for me?”

“Of course,” EDITH replied. There was a pause as she did her silent work. “It appears to be a Eugene Thompson. Born in 2003, but Blipped in 2018.”

Peter huffed slightly. Of course Flash would choose now out of all times to call him. “Fine, okay, I kinda want to hear his reaction. Put him through,” he told her. He heard a click and spoke before Flash had a chance. “Alright, Flash. I don’t exactly have much time to talk, so whatever it is, make it quick.”

“It’s true, isn’t it?” Flash replied. Peter could hear a mix of emotions in his voice, but he swore that one of them was guilt. “It makes so much sense now. Why he was suddenly in D.C. and why you weren’t with us when he showed up. Why you have— why you had the Stark Internship. Oh my God.”

“Good job. You got it,” he sighed.

“I know you didn’t do it,” Flash said suddenly, catching Peter off guard. “I know the video was tapered with. You’re not like that.”

“Oh,” Peter was surprised, not completely sure how to respond. “Thanks, Flash. Didn’t really expect that from you.”

“I know I’m a d*ck,” Flash muttered. “But I’m not heartless, believe it or not. And as sh*tty of a person I’ve been to you. . . Sh*t, Peter, look I’m not good at this. Just, I’m on your side here. If you don’t want me to be, I get it. I’m not going to suddenly try to be friends and act like I was never mean to you, but you need all the help you can get right now.”

Peter knew that he was right. He had always really guessed that Flash was only jealous of him, anyway. And recently, after EDITH scanned his phone on the bus, he was sure that the other boy had something going on at home. “It’s okay if you hate me,” Flash continued when he didn’t reply immediately. “I actually always did kinda believe you, by the way. I get why he liked you.”

“I don’t hate you, Flash. Thank you, really. I appreciate it. I don’t really think there’s much you can do to help though. The f*cking U.S. Secretary of State is on my tail right now.”

“The Avengers? Have you talked to them?” Flash asked. “Surely they’re on your side. Right?”

“Rho— War Machine is on his way to back me up,” Peter told him. “Other than that, I honestly have no clue. I’ve not really spoke to. . . Well, anyone. Not since the funeral. Everyone’s still adjusting, you know?”

“Yeah, I get that,” he said sadly. “If there’s anything I can do. . .”

“Actually,” an idea popped into Peter’s mind. It wasn’t much, but like Flash said, he needed all the help he could get right now. “You still doing that vlog?”

“Yeah?”

“Great,” Peter replied. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want, but maybe you could make a video. . ?”

It took a second, then Peter realized Flash got what he was saying. “Right! I was there,” he said. Peter could hear the excitement in his voice. “Mysterio. I was there for the whole thing. Maybe not there there, but in the city. Peter, I don’t get many views.”

“I can help with that,” Peter told him. “EDITH, are you able to connect to the SI databases?”

“I could try,” EDITH replied. “Would you like me to?”

“Not yet, not yet,” he told.

“Woah, is that an AI?” Flash asked. “Like-like JARVIS? Vision, I mean?”

Peter couldn’t help but smile a bit. “Yeah, it is. He, um, Tony left her for me,” he said, scratching the back of his neck. “I had a different AI in my old suit, but she was more like a coach, in a way. I wasn’t supposed to know about her, either. Ned and I hacked into the suit’s coding and unlocked her on accident. He never went back and took her away.”

“That’s so cool,” Flash breathed. “You two were actually really close, huh?”

Peter smiled weakly. “Yeah, yeah, we were,” he said quietly. He closed his eyes for a moment, remembering his conversation with Happy on the Quinjet. It had helped a bit, because he knew that Happy was one of the few people that he would open up to and what he said was likely true, but also made him so much more guilty at the same time. “I miss him.”

“I know it doesn’t really make a difference, but I’m sorry,” Flash replied. Peter had almost forgotten who he was talking to. He heard the other boy chuckle a bit. “I was always more of a Cap fan myself, but didn’t mean I didn’t like him too.”

Peter snickered a bit. “Cap’s pretty cool too,” he pointed out. “When this is all over, remind me to tell you about the first time I met him.”

“Yeah, okay,” Flash said. “Okay. I’ll. . . I’ll leave you alone now and work on that video. Do you want me to let you know when it’s up?”

“Yeah, you can let me know and I’ll see what EDITH can do about sharing it,” Peter told him. “I know this is probably so, so wrong but I think I can get it shared on SI’s social media accounts with Pepper’s permission. Also, hang on, email address?”

“[email protected],” he rolled off quickly.

“Got that, EDITH?” Peter asked.

“I do,” she replied.

“Great. Send him your original footage from the moment I confirmed transfer to Mr. Beck on,” he told her. “You can use as much of it as you need. Just please don’t make me regret trusting you.”

“I won’t. I promise,” Flash replied, a hint of sincerity in his voice. “Consider this my apology to you. It’s way overdue.”

“Yeah, okay,” Peter agreed. “I need to go. Rhodey will be here soon.”

“Right. Be careful, Peter,” Flash told him. “If you can think of anything else I can do to help, let me know.”

“I will. Thank you, Flash. Seriously,” Peter replied before ending the call. “EDITH, save his number and email under the name ‘Flash’ please.”

#findinghome #marvel #mcu #avengers #post endgame #post far from home #spider man ffh #spider man far from home #spider man #peter parker #flash thompson #happy hogan #edith

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Far From Home Initial Review: What I Liked and What I Didn’t (Spoilers)

I saw Far From Home yesterday and jotted down some of my immediate responses, and then took some time to think on those points. I do intend to see the film again in the next few days and I may be adding to or amending this list.

Major spoilers below.

(CW: sexual harassment, victim blaming)

What I Liked:

That scene in the jet where Happy stitches Peter up was A+. Not just regarding the expert acting, but how the filmmakers decided to handle the scene. Peter’s fear, stress, and self doubt briefly shifts to anger, and he snaps at Happy for telling him to “relax.” He immediately apologizes, saying “i’m sorry, I shouldn't shout.” Happy in return responds by choosing his words more carefully. Happy then gives him a gentle and encouraging pep talk in which he recognizes Peter’s emotions, encourages him, and explains that he doesn’t need to live up to the legacy of Iron Man and that he only needs to do his best. He remains on task and pragmatic, but never rushes Peter or forces him to do anything he’s not comfortable doing, offering support all the while.

Peter is allowed to cry at several points throughout the film in front of other male characters, including Nick Fury and Happy. He is never judged for this and he is never made to feel like his emotions are unreasonable or invalid. Continuing this from the previous films even as Peter gets older and takes on more responsibilities further normalizes male emotion in action films.

Peter consistently voices his concerns and asks for help instead of overwhelming himself and internalizing.

Peter was noticeably shorter than MJ in most of their scenes together, including where they kiss or hold hands. Peter’s height is never made into the butt of a joke, which I had feared might happen. No one even mentions it. Marvel did have Tom wear shoes that made him a little taller than he actually is, but I do appreciate that they didn’t drastically increase his height like they always did to RDJ.

JK Simmons returning as J Jonah Jameson was a great surprise, and it gives me hope that we may yet see Peter as a photographer

Peter walking out from behind that car carrying a sign and a light as a reference to Steve wielding the shield and mjolnir.

Peter calling his dick his “webshooter”

MJ stepping in and providing some real help several times throughout the movie

The movies on the flight to Venice “Heart of Iron: The Tony Stark Story,” “Chasing Hydra” etc

The terribly edited movie maker tribute set to “I Will Always Love You” with “in memoriam” in comic sans was the funniest possible way to open the film

Bucky being included in the Thank You Avengers collage in the Midtown Tech news video

Mr. Harrington and Mr. Dell were definitely dating and i’m here for it.

Seeing Peter fight without a suit was cool. I’ve always thought there was a kind of disconnect when characters like spiderman or black panther fight with their masks on, like they feel separate from the actors. But seeing Peter fight in his civilian clothing made it feel more real to me that this kid really has these powers and can do all these amazing flips and feats of strength. It also let us see more of his creativity and quick thinking.

I’m impressed that they were able to make Mysterio’s mo-cap suit look cool instead of completely ridiculous like they do in real life.

Peter closing his eyes and fighting the drones with his spidey-sense to avoid the illusions was so badass.

The violence felt real. Every time Peter got hit, the audience felt it. Several times he was unable to stand up, he limped and winced and cried. It felt like the consequences of such heavy action were realistically considered when Peter couldn’t just pop back up and shake it off.

"If you were better, maybe Tony would still be alive” “You’re just a scared little kid in a sweatsuit”

“You got me?” “I got you.”

“lets get a drink” “i’m- i’m not 21.”

Peter going to a parent figure wearing an oversized shirt and crying while confessing his self-doubts was an oddly specific parallel that i didn’t expect to get again but i’m certainly not complaining

What I Didn’t:

The “rest stop hookup” scene was deeply inappropriate. Peter, a child, is commanded to undress in front of an adult female agent. He initially resists but is intimidated into compliance when she repeats the order. One of Peter’s classmates, Brad, walks into the room and Peter is literally caught with his pants around his ankles with an adult stranger. Brad makes the assumption that Peter is hooking up with her, and takes a photo for evidence with the intention of showing it to MJ in order to ruin Peter’s “chance” with her. Peter is blamed for a situation in which he is the victim, and the audience is meant to find this entire scene funny. Instead of what could have been a really cool scene in which this agent presents the new suit she’s made for Peter, we are given this very uncomfortable scene of sexual harassment played for laughs.

Peter and Brad competing for MJ’s affection and actively sabotaging each other is unnecessary.

The use of old footage from previous films was lazy, especially when Marvel could have easily recreated those scenes from the perspectives of the new antagonists. I’ve always found this distracting, especially when the quality noticeably drops between two clips, though this is more of a personal peeve than anything I see as a legitimate problem.

The list of characters who become villains because they feel personally or indirectly slighted by Tony and Howard is getting too big. Honestly I think it’s lazy to keep using that as backstory/motivation for new villains after over 10 years, especially now that Tony isn’t even alive.

The multiverse being made up by Beck was disappointing.

The monsters being the Elementals instead of Sandman or Hydroman was also disappointing.

I wish that the spidey-sense was represented by some creative audio or visual cue, like the goosebumps in iw or the ringing noise in spiderverse

There were several lgbt characters/actors on the class trip but they weren’t very visible. You really don’t notice them at all unless you were aware of who was cast beforehand and were watching closely for them. I’m not asking for Peter to swing through new york with a rainbow flag screaming “trans rights” but I would have liked to have seen a queer couple holding hands or a student with a trans patch on their backpack or something. I had been hoping for Peter to actually interact with one of them, to refer to them by name. Obviously having such a diverse cast with queer characters being played by actual queer actors is a huge step up from Joe Russo’s “grieving man” but like that shouldn’t be where the bar is at this point.

Tbh the headstone and zombie iron man were cliche, and i think it would have been much more impactful if Mysterio had made an allusion of Tony himself instead.

Why would Dr Strange not be available to fight massive elemental monsters from another dimension bent on consuming the earth like dude make yourself available??

I wish the new suit included Karen so that we could see how she and Peter’s interactions have changed now that he is expertly familiar with the functions of the suits. Additionally, the spider-drone would have been cool to see again.

The illusion to Uncle Ben with the “BFP” initials on Peter’s suitcase was great but I do wish we could get some actual information about him. We don’t need to see his death or the “with great power comes great responsibility” speech- we’ve already seen that enough times- but a little clarification on what officially happened to him in the mcu would be interesting.

Honestly I thought it was too convenient that May, Happy, and all of Peter’s closest friends also dusted. I had wanted to see how interactions between Peter and May or friends such as Ned would be tested emotionally due to the five-year gap.

The BARF tech being invented by Beck and stolen by Tony detracts from it being used in Civil War to establish Tony’s feelings about Howard and Maria’s murders. If it isn’t Tony’s invention, that takes the heart out of it.

I had really hoped that the glasses were going to end up revealing Tony as an AI, or at least some kind of message from him, and i thought was weird that Tony would give Peter access to a system that allows him to order drone strikes on his classmates.

Also... so the drone strike on peter’s bus was faked by Mysterio’s team because they needed to get the EDITH glasses from Peter? Because the EDITH glasses give them access to the satellite that deploys the drones? But they already have the same drones? and use one them to fake the bus attack? so why do they need EDITH? Maybe i missed something but that makes no sense to me.

#ffh #far from home #spiderman far from home #far from home spoilers #spoilers #spiderman far from home spoilers #ffh review #spiderman

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deyageka · 5 years

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Spider-Man FFH review/ramble??¿? Spoilers

This is out of order so get ready to anyone who dares (also sry if I’ve repeated smthing someone said already But this is me going off on a tangent):

I liked how they handled the romance with Peter and MJ. I’m not much of a Spideychelle fan in general but even a casual fan can agree that their relationship is adorable in this one. I did wish that they developed them more in Homecoming and how Peter suddenly got a crush on MJ (cuz tbh it wasn’t fair for Liz to just be up and forgotten). But overall, I didn’t mind their romance and would prbly start shipping them in the future.

I also liked Michelle’s character here more. In Homecoming I just felt like Zendaya was just playing herself and was more of a guest star there. I wasn’t really hooked on her character. But in this movie they made her charming in an awkward way, and also pretty badass. I’m glad they didn’t go with the damsel in distress route with her character. I can’t wait to see what they do with her in the next movie.

Also Ned and Betty’s relationship was hilarious and adorable. They were the best couple in my opinion even tho they broke up in the end :P I hope they’ll remain good friends.

The Happy and May romance was cute too even tho it felt like a crack ship. Happy “I’m in love with Spider-Man’s Aunt” Hogan. Honestly, same.

I liked how they handled the sort of love triangle thing going on between Peter, MJ, and Brad. While I would’ve liked to do without that, I appreciated how MJ had her focus on Peter instead of a will they won’t they flirting thing with Brad. They didn’t stretch it out too far. (We’ve already seen the whole love scenarios with MJ in the OG movies, no need to add unnecessary romantic subplots).

Speaking of Brad. What a poor guy, but an asshole. I didn’t like him since his only purpose was to be Peter’s love rival for MJ. Sorry Brad.

Thing is unlike Brad I never really had a problem with Flash. A lot of people in fanon like to depict him as a one dimensional bully (which to me tbh is an overdone trope), but even as far back as Hoco, Flash always seemed to be more of a douchebag who was a little annoyance in Peter’s life. His scenes are pretty comedic and I’m here for him being the #1 ultimate Spidey fanboy. I felt sorry for him when his parents didn’t show up. His character in some aspects has some relatability to him as well.

Anyways, also May was dusted???? I thought she survived the snap, but apparently she didn’t??

And Happy got dusted too???

Kinda sad that Pepper didn’t show up, but it was very generous of her to send that big check

Happy was the MVP there, I’m so happy (lol get it) that he and Peter hav a close familial relationship now and that Happy is looking out for Peter on his own accord. They’ve come so far compared to their relationship in Hoco. Honestly that jet scene was one of the best and most emotional scene out of the movie I almost cried. AND PETER REMINDS HAPPY OF TONY I AM JUSTASHLLJWFJL—that broke me.

Btw that tribute in the beginning was a true piece of art👌🏽👌🏽👌🏽

Also is Steve dead now??? Or did he just hav Sam and Bucky tell everyone he is dead instead of being really old??

The action scenes 😖👌🏽❤️❤️💯‼️💵💰❤️

ESPECIALLY SPIDER-MAN WIELDING THAT SHIELD LIKE HE’S CAPTAIN AMERICA B R O

Can we appreciate how badass Peter was??? CUZ HE WAS FREAKIN BADASS

WHEN HE CAUGHT THE GUN HOLY SHI—

Also THAT scene with Mysterio, Peter and the illusions. It was beautiful but horrifying

TWO WORDS: ZOMBIE IRONMAN

WHY THE FUCK DID THEY THINK THAT WAS OK HGNGNGG

I got a mini heart attack when Peter got run over by that train I’m just im crying my poor boi

When Nick Fury was yelling at Peter, making him feel incompetent, look,,, i was ready to throw my hands and fight, Peter is more of a superhero than u ever could be motherfuccing BITHC

Also I never trusted Mysterio >:|

N E V E R

But the end tho can I just *throws myself out the window*

BITCH WAT THE FUCK

WAT THE FUCK

YOU CANT DO THAT.

• NO

but eyyy J. K Simmons back playing J. Jonah Jameson holy shi—

• BITCH WAT THE FUCK

You. Can’t. Just. Out. His. Identity. Like. That.

After that little tease scene beforehand with May, Peter and Happy

WHY WOULD YOU—

Hooooooo I hate you. I hate you so much hmmmmmmhmhm.

it’s just,,, Peter has been through so much already,,,I just wanted him to be ok,,, but he’s not ok,,,*breaks down crying*

So apparently Nick Fury and Maria Hill are Skrulls???? And the real Nick Fury is commanding a Skrull ship??? Wtf how long????

Overall I thought I’d be able to get some closure with Spider-Man: FFH and maybe relax but Marvel’s like NOP

I’m gonna have to wait another year or two for the next movie oh boy.

TLDR I’m gonna die. 4.3/5 (idk I’m not a movie critic)

PS. WHERE THE FUCK WAS KAREN???

YOU HAD EDITH AND U COULDVE HAD KAREN INFILTRATE EDITH WHILE EDITH WAS UNDER MYSTERIO’s POSESSION OR WATEVER

I just,,, i miss Karen.

#spiderman far from home #spiderman homecoming #spiderman #ramble #review #?#marvel #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #i guess i liked ffh as much as i liked hoco #but since im a sucker for fluff im more of a hoco person #but srsly this movie is amazing #spiderman far from home spoiler #spoilers

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girlwonder18 · 4 years

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What Hugs Are For

“Hey, uh, underooos” a Tony with a long face flashes on the screen “as you can see I’m in the middle of nowhere, just you know, drifting around and…and” Tony’s voice started to crack and his eyes started getting teary.

“Still billions of miles away from Earth with no food and water” Tony looked away from the camera, catching his breath and Peter knew he was milliseconds away from a panic attack but his mentor drew a deep and long breath

“You gotta stay strong, Tony” his mentor whispered so silently but thanks to Peter’s super hearing, he heard every single word

“I’m not alone though, kid. I met a new friend..blue meanie here. You’ll love her once you meet her but…”

Tony wasn’t able to control it anymore. He let his weight fall entirely on the wall behind him as he was sitting on the floor of the spaceship trying to calm himself as best as he could

“I wish it was you who’s with me now, kid”

“I..uuuuhh…I…its different and warm and I know I’ve been complaining about you talking my ears of all the time but…but I miss that voice of yours and your wide eyes which always give me hope and excitement and…”

Tony continued crying and wiping his tears and crying again

“I’m so sorry, underoos…” the video ended with Tony’s heartbroken voice.

The next video played this time revealing a thin-looking Tony, his rib cage can be seen from the whole of his shirt, eyes swollen and face so skinny which made Peter’s heart sunk from the ground where it was already shattered. Behind him were white walls so Peter assumed that this was now in the medbay of the compound.

“Hey, kid” then his mentor coughed.

“I don’t know if I’ll be happy to get back home…nor goodness to be alive right now since I….”

His mentor started weeping again

“I failed..”

“I failed you and I wasn’t able to bring you back”

“We lost…”

“We lost and I..”

“I lost you.” The video then ended

“Are there more, EDITH?”

“Yes, Peter. I’ll play them”

The video started with Tony now tinkering in his lab showing a model of the iron spider suit in the hologram in front of him

“Hey, Underoos…I figured you’ll love this” Tony made certain gestures which showed the features of the suit which he developed, new designs of the web shooters and the arms of his spider suit.

“Look, I’ve broaden your GPS and Karen’s connection to the Stark satellites plus uploaded more data for you to track down people you’ll need for your mission”

Tony paused.

“I even got you one of this” Tony showed a paper he’s been holding to the camera

“It’s an MIT application form for incoming students. it’s part of my gift for you since today is your graduation along with this…” Tony turned the camera to a black suit with a red button down long sleeve and a blue tie “which I was supposed to give you also on your big day. I wanted it to be tailor-made for you” Tony’s voice is now slow and almost quiet, he bowed his head and sniffed but he regained his smile and grabbed something from the drawer

“It also comes with this” Tony showed glasses which looked like EDITH and said “I wanted us to have the same you know…look…since I’m gonna sit right there with May and applaud for you when you go up that stage”

“I would be the proudest da…mentor in that moment” Tony then again paused, this time longer

“You’re the best, so…spider-man” then the screen went black again.

Another video started showing

“Tony, are you sure you want to do this?” Happy’s irritated voice was heard from the film

“Of course I do just hold it properly, Hap, I don’t want Peter to miss this” Tony answered

“Hey, kid! Best news I got for you so far! You know how you’re always excited about Pepper and I’s wedding? Well, today’s the day and gosh I really am so nervous” Tony smirked

“but I realized I couldn’t lose the people I love anymore after everything that’s happened”

“after the wedding, we’ll be moving to a cabin by a lake which I bought for us. We’ll settle there, quiet and away from everything that’s happening here. I’m also…uhhhmm…I’m also retiring”

Tony cleared his throat

“I don’t also know, Underoos but the world’s changed now and..and the other heroes can really take care of everything”

“I just…I just don’t think I want it anymore”

“But what I really want to show you is this…” Tony showed a paper to the camera and it revealed their wedding invitation

“Yes, yes…You’re my best man”

“because…why not? I really planned for this underoos and…”

“Thank you”

The next shot just revealed flicks of the wedding.

“Hey, kid!” a smiling Tony Stark was shown in the screen “thought you’ll be the first to know..take a look at this” the camera was now shifted to the pregnancy test kit which showed positive “yeah…you’re gonna be a brother!”

Peter’s heart stopped when he heard those words. Tony appeared to not really mind and kept on talking about the little angel’s name which Pepper and him were talking about. He was sharing how nervous he was since he doesn’t really know if he is ready for the job but that’s the reason why they really wanted to settle in the first place

“If it’s gonna be a boy, how bout we name it after you?” his mentor suggested smiling.

Peter thought Mr. Stark was just joking but his thoughts were interrupted by his father figure’s next statement

“Well, Pepper prefers Morgan but we can really adjust with that”

“Peter Morgan Stark. Huh? What do you think? It has a good ring to it, right”

“I just…I just miss you so much, spidey”

“It’s like what…your first month in college by now…you’re probably busy acing those subjects and nailing every contests you join.,,who knows?maybe you probably have a date with that MJ friend of yours. She’s nice and you look good together. You have my blessing” Tony winked and the video was cut off.

“There she is…looooooook!” Tony’s voice was sweet and calm. “Morgan” while the camera is focused on an angel sleeping in her cradle wrapped in pink blankets and spreading cuteness all over the place.

“Heeey, sweetie..wanna show those beautiful eyes to Petey?”

With just a millisecond, morgan seemed to understand and she slowly started opening those little eyes

“Ooooh…oohhh! She’s smart like you, Underoos”

“Look at that. Beautiful right?”

“I can’t help but imagine you swinging all the way here just to come play with her everyday”

“I miss you so much, Pete”

“I promise to take care of Morgan the way I know you would”

Another clip played, with Tony and Morgan outside and behind them was a scenic lake. Morgan now looking like 2 or 3 years of age and Tony holding her and pointing at the camera

“got it rolling, Rhodes?”

“Yes, Tones” “Ok! Here we go…just as we practiced sweetie…what would you say?”

Little Morgan then waved at the camera with one hand and the other holding Tony’s shyly saying

“Hey, Petew, it’s me, Mowgan and Daddy is just showing me how to fish” Tony was smiling all throughout the statement showing that proud dad charisma of his

“Yes, that we are, Petey. Remember when we did this? and you caught your very first fish which you, without using that big brain of yours, held by hand. you know it's slippery right? it fell back to the water and you unsurprisingly came after it. Ha! that look on your face. i can still remember it clearly, kid”

“Yeah, I miss that also. Since it’s Friday, figured you’ll be coming home today for the weekend. Mind swinging by? Pepper’s making churros for later. I know you love churros”

Peter’s tears finally fell from his cheeks. He’s been crying for months now and he can’t deny still missing Mr. Stark. That whole Beck/ Mysterio fiasco has really rubbed salt to all the wounds. He’s been wanting to make Tony proud and live up to his legacy but seeing these flicks just gave him an unspeakable sense of peace knowing that Tony has always looked after him during the moments he was gone.

“Peter?”

“It’s cool, EDITH. Just continue playing everything, please”

“Copy”

“Happy birthday, Underooos! Oh my! You’re officially an adult now! Look at how fast time really flew.”

“Listen, I…you’re a good kid, the best one I’ve known and I just want to let you know that I really wanted to see you grow, Pete”

“I…I still can’t live in this world without the friendly neighbourhood Spider-man”

“But Morgan…Morgan keeps giving me a reason to hope...and with that, I can’t help but hope that one day you’ll come back.”

“Happy Birthday again, Pete. Don't grow up too fast, okay? Being an adult is boring...all the responsibilities and the papers and problems. Just enjoy your youth...which I've always wished you have" Tony's voice was sad and broken. "I’ll blow the candle and slice the cake for you, Underoos” Tony said as he sliced the red and blue cake filled with black web-like designs and taking a bite of it.

Another clip played, this time showing a Tony with dried tears on his cheeks inside a what looks like a bedroom

“Hi..uuuhhhmm…sorry if I’m a little dramatic now, kid but…” Tony wiped his nose

“Morgan asked me a question out of nowhere earlier. Your sister just kept on wanting to know about everything like she’s already in her teenage years which is why I can't stop imagining that you too will get along so well since you don't have a mute button yourself…”

“Anyways, she asked her Mommy what hugs are for”

Pepper just answered “It’s for making people feel loved”

“And she wasn’t satisfied with that so she asked me”

Tony looked down and wiped his tears again

“I…I said hugs are for making people feel that you won’t let go”

“I remember you…in that car..and you hugged me and you know what I said”

“I’m sorry I just can’t say repeat those words again since all they give me is regret. every. single. day.”

“Natasha, and Steve and that Honey, I shrunk the kids dude came here days ago. They’re planning on building a time machine and reversing the damage that Thanos did. They asked for my help but I turned them down." Tony looked away from the camera and sniffed. it's very obvious that his mentor's doing his best to hold his tears. "To be honest, I don't know if it's just me still not forgiving Steve or its just not wanting to leave Pep and Morgan.”

“I was washing the dishes last night and saw that picture of us taken during the Stark Internship Awarding Ceremony. I…uuhhh...I remember you”

“And I realized I did not just let them down…I let you down and I know sorry doesn't cut it but I'll do my best to get things right, Underoos. The world needs Spider-man. I need Spider-man so I’m leaving tomorrow morning and going to the old headquarters to help them with the plan”

“Pete,” Tony said looking straight at the camera

“I would do anything just to return that hug and once I do, I wouldn’t let you go anymore”

“Not in this lifetime, not in a million others”

Peter’s heart was now melting inside him. He never knew about this and none of the avengers ever told this to him...or maybe, no one really knows what made Tony agree to Scott’s plan. Peter does not know what he’s feeling. He remembered the battle with Thanos and his army. It's really surreal to fight along side the Avengers and meeting the heroes he never encountered before but the moment those portals opened, he knew who he is looking for and that's none but his mentor. He remembered the look on Tony's face...that "Proud Dad" look as Ned calls it when he saw him. He remembered being excited and wanting to tell Tony everything, not missing a second so as not to make him feel guilty about what happened in Titan 5 years ago. He remembered that hug which felt like forever..how it felt "nice" but nice beyond words. He remembered shouting "Noooooooo" when he saw Tony forming his fingers about to do the snap. He remembered rushing towards him and not believing his eyes on what he's seeing. He remembered...of course...how can he forget that moment when he lost another father? But this time it's different...it's different from when he lost his Dad and when he lost Uncle Ben. True, the hero’s lost still hurt him but why? Why is he smiling now?

The next recording then played showing Tony with the model of the time travel GPS bracelet that Tony designed for the Time Heist

“I know...I know...Genius is it, kid?”

“This is the bracelet we’ll use for the Time Heist. You'll love it, I can't wait to see your eyes widen and hear your comments bout it but still we have a lot to figure out.”

“I’ll bring you back, Pete”

“I’ll bring you back, whatever it takes”

"We won Mr. Stark. You did it." Peter whispered as if answering Tony's last words.

“That’s the last one, Peter”

“Thank you, EDITH. Why did you only show these to me now?”

“’Cause Mr. Stark coded me to show you these 10 years after I’m turned over to you”

“Well, he ain’t wrong. He just always knows when I need him”

“EDITH”

“Yes, Pete?”

“Record this message for me”

“Yep. Recording”

“Hey, Mr. Stark! I just received your messages and man, how I need them badly now. Running a company is a major headache along with leading the Avengers. I don’t really know how you were able to balance these stuff. You’re right…adulthood is boring.. I wanted to go back to those days when I could just annoy you and Happy.”

“I…I still miss you” the first drop of tears again fell

“I don’t know what to do and I really wanted to give up”

“Following Ironman’s legacy gives a lot of pressure. Up until now I still feel that I kept on falling short of how you would be if you’re still with us now. But Happy and May and Pepper have always been there to guide me through those moments I wanted to quit”

“It’s hard but you didn’t let go so why would I, right?”

“I can’t hug you anymore but I can still do one thing”

Peter looked straight into the camera now with a wide smile on his face

"and that is..." tears started falling but Peter let a deep sigh out while still managing to maintain his smile "huuuuh...not to let go"

“I won’t let go, Mr. Stark..." "I won't let go, whatever it takes”

#spider-man: far from home #endgame #avengers #iron dad #spider son #peter parker #tony stark

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