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willemdafinky · 1 month

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I have completed Spider-Man 2 twice now and I have very conflicting feelings on the game’s story, mostly towards its Venom/Symbiote storyline. On my first playthrough my problem was how little screen time and characterization Venom had in the story despite all the build up and prioritizing him over anything else and while I still have a problem with that aspect of the story, upon my second playthrough I realized that my real biggest issue with the narrative is Peter’s time in the black suit and being corrupted by the Symbiote. I felt it was rushed and forced but I didn’t have any deeper and meaningful critiques of it…that is until I looked back on other adaptations of the Black Suit storyline and a review of Spider-Man 2 by Youtuber Dorito God which I recommend watching that made it click as to why Peter and the Black Suit doesn’t work.

Insomniac's Peter Parker is the nicest version of the character.

An aspect of Peter Parker that I feel has been downplayed in many adaptations is that he was, at many points, a jerk. He had an incredibly short temper, tends to be cocky for the worst, and outright selfish at points. This does not inherently mean he was unlikable, I actually believe this makes him more interesting and even sympathetic. His negative traits aren’t there just because but are present of numerous factors, most of them because of his double life as Spider-Man. The sheer responsibility that is required of being Spider-Man would naturally cause high level of stress which as we all know can easily lead into losing your cool: not to mention other elements such as J Jonah Jameson’s constant slander of his name which influenced his public perception amongst New York, the grief and guilt of losing loved ones such as Uncle Ben, his struggles of keeping good relationships due to wanting to keep his identity a secret out of fear of his loved ones getting hurt, and how this all started when he was 16 it is completely understandable that Peter can be frankly a jerk.

I don’t think Peter Parker’s defining characteristic is a jerkass who underneath is a good person but I feel that his jerkiness is an important factor of the character that doesn’t get much attention in adaptations outside of Peter B Parker in the Spider-Verse movies. That being said, I would be arguing in bad faith if I said this has been completely left out of Spider-Man adaptations: Sam Raimi’s Spider-Man trilogy, The Amazing Spider-Man duology, and even the MCU have this aspect of Peter’s personality intact. In the Raimi Trilogy Peter is shown to be a very flawed boyfriend to Mary Jane with Spider-Man 3 being the most prominent example where he just doesn’t understand Mary Jane’s own struggles and subconsciously brushes them off not just because of his own struggles but also from the outright celebration he is getting from New York as Spider-Man. The Amazing Spider-Man duology gave Peter a new motivation for becoming Spider-Man as originally purely being revenge only to later take up the role of hero, not to mention also breaking a dying man’s promise of staying away from Gwen. The MCU had Peter initially refuse to help Norman and the other inter dimensional visitors despite the fact that it was his fault they were brought to the MCU and it’s only because of Aunt May that he does try to help.

Now, I have to ask a question: can you honestly name a scene with Insomniac’s Peter where he has any of these traits? I genuinely can’t think of one. Spider-Man 2 tries with the boss fight against Scream where while under the Symbiote, Mary Jane tells Peter how much he made her feel like she was nothing more than emotional support for his struggles while not doing anything for her and I don’t think that lines up with how Peter was written in the game. Peter is very supportive of Mary Jane throughout the story for her job and does listen to her when she vents about it so this interaction where the story suggests otherwise in the Scream boss fight doesn’t work for me. Peter in these games is just a really nice guy, does this mean he doesn’t have moments where he crosses his limit? No of course not, the climax against Otto disproves but that’s more of an example of the “pissing off the good guy is a bad move” trope than Peter’s more abrasive side. I don’t think this inherently means that Insomniac Peter is a bad character, I very much liked him in the first game and Miles Morales after and one of my other favorite versions of the character is the one from the 90s cartoon who is also a kinder interpretation of Peter Parker. So what is my problem?

I don’t think this overly nice version of Peter Parker works with the Black Suit story. Ever since the 90s cartoon, every version of the Black Suit story has the Symbiote amplifies Peter’s more negatives traits (most notably his temper) and we’ve established that Peter doesn’t have of any these traits so seeing him lash out at other characters and being more aggressive feels extremely out of character and not in the way that I think the writers intended.

Okay so, the amplification of negative emotions doesn’t work but maybe they went through a different approach. Maybe in this version the Symbiote instead brings out the host’s intrusive thoughts and inner frustrations, like they did with Mary Jane. The story suggests this: first in the Spider-Men fight where Peter hints that he has a sense of insecurity in his role as Spider-Man because of how good Miles is in the role, that he might not be needed anymore and how the Symbiote is the only way he could keep and be greater. Second when Miles and Martin Li go into Peter’s subconscious it is outward stated that Peter supposedly may secretly want to kill his foes just so he could end the cycle, which the Symbiote feeds on. This all sounds great, what’s the problem?

Neither of these are even hinted at beforehand. Peter never shows any resentment towards Miles, not helped by how little screen presence Miles has in the story but that’s its own can of worms, and there is nothing to suggest that Peter even entertained the idea of defeating his rogues gallery permanently. So there is nothing in this story that gives any reason as to why Peter acts the way he does while under the Symbiote. Now this might sound weird for me to say since “isn’t that what the Symbiote does” but hear me out:

Harry does not act anywhere similar to Peter when he is using the Symbiote. His personality is the same which gives the idea that perhaps in this continuity the Symbiote might not have the same negative energy it does in most adaptations and is more like in the original comics where its only negative thing is that it takes control over the host while they’re asleep. But I don’t think that was ever the intention, it always felt like that the Symbiote is supposed to be what it usually is in most adaptations. So why was Peter affected by it but Harry wasn't?

There’s also the problem that Peter himself never has the big moment of realizing what the Symbiote is doing to him, he doesn’t have his own self reflection. Compare to other adaptations:

•The 90s cartoon: He almost kills Shocker after the latter had already given up and even after he stops, the Symbiote still tries to kill Shocker.

•Spider-Man 3: Him slapping Mary Jane is the moment where Peter finally sees that he had changed for the worst.

•The Spectacular Spider-Man: Getting called out by Flash Thompson for how he’s been treating his friend is what plants the doubts in Peter’s head that something might be wrong with the Symbiote which only gets confirmed when it tries to convince him that they don’t need anyone.

In Spider-Man 2, we don’t get that. I don’t consider Miles telling Peter that the Symbiote is changing him to be a moment of self realization, it doesn’t work for me. I never got the idea that in this game Peter did something so awful, an action that he wouldn’t act out doing, that would break him free from the hold the Symbiote hivemind has on him and to be better. I don’t get that.

Combine all that and you have what has ended up being one of my least favorite versions of the Black Suit storyline, even more than Spider-Man 3. Note that I hate Spider-Man 3, it’s my least favorite of the Spider-Man movies not counting the Sonyverse movies, but with that I can see how it could work with that version of Peter. Spider-Man 2’s version of the story doesn’t work fundamentally to me because of their Peter unless you change Peter’s characterization, the narrative or how the Symbiote works.

#spider-man #peter parker #venom symbiote #spider man 2 #spider man 2 ps5 #insomniac spider man #insomniac Spider-Man 2 #critique #rant #both are good

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justsomerandomfanfic · 6 months

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Chrysanthemums, Dahlias, and Lavender - Peter B. Parker X GN Reader

Title: Chrysanthemums, Dahlias, and Lavender

Peter B. Parker X GN Reader

Additional Characters: Uncle Ben (Mentioned), Aunt May (Mentioned), Peter's parents (Mentioned), Reader's parents (Mentioned), Flash (Mentioned), Doc Ock (Mentioned) Green Goblin (Mentioned), MJ (Mentioned), and Mayday (Mentioned)

WC: 2,872

Warnings: Angst, two main character deaths mentioned, peter's parents' death mentioned, Spider-Man canon violence mentioned, blood mentioned, wounds mentioned, confessions, teasing, banter, post Into the Spiderverse, pre Across the Spiderverse, and fluff

The warm summer breeze gently brushed against Peter's face, and the smell of Chrysanthemums, Dahlias, and Lavender filled his senses, making him smile; it reminded him of his childhood. Now, Peter's childhood was messy, that was the best word he used to describe it, but within that mess was you. Peter met you when he was very young. After his parents died in a plane crash, which led him to live with his Uncle Ben and Aunt May. He was deeply grateful to his Aunt and Uncle for taking him in and making sure he was fed, clothed, and well taken care of. The love they had for him made the pain of his parent's death a bit easier for him to bear.

And when Peter met you, at the age of ten, he knew you and him were going to be fast friends. You felt the same. You had just been playing at the small park near your home when you saw another little boy your age, playing alone. And with that, you bounded over with a giant smile on your face, hands clasped behind your back as you asked the little boy if he wanted to play with you. His wide, surprised eyes quickly turned into those of delight, a bright smile appearing on his face as he agreed. From that day on, you two spent every moment you could together.

In the Springtime, you'd play at the same park, pretending to be pirates hunting for buried treasure, explorers looking for the missing Lynx, or astronauts who had just landed on a new planet. In the Summertime, you both would continue to play in that park, running off to get ice cream from the nearby ice cream vendor, having small picnics Aunt May would help with, and even going swimming if the two of you could. In the Fall, you and Peter would play in the fallen leaves, play hide-and-seek behind orange trees, carve pumpkins on the porch of your house, and go trick-or-treating together. And as Winter slowly came around, you would both go out to play in the snow - even though there wasn't a lot of it - teaching Peter how to ice skate, and drinking Aunt May's famous hot chocolate while watching movies or sports with Uncle Ben. This continued for years. You were over at the Parker’s residence so often in fact that Aunt May knew your favorite food by heart, and made you it for your birthday.

As you both got older, going into middle school, Peter was glad to have you there with him. You made middle school easier to handle. You helped him when he never really thought he'd make any friends, and he helped you when you were stuck on something in your homework. It was a win-win. And though you both didn't have as much time to spend together, you both made the most of it, and that also went for high school as well.

When you both entered Midtown High, Peter began to notice certain, small things about you. The way your nose wrinkled when you were concentrating on some hard math homework, how your eyes narrowed when you got to a really good part in your book. The way you smiled, teeth showing as you recalled something funny. The way you laughed, body shaking and shoulders jolting slightly as you did. The way you hugged him in the hallway after not seeing him for a couple of hours, whispering “hi, Pete,” into his ear. At the end of the day, you'd pull at his hand to drag him out of the school, ready to study together, or just hang out. You were also always there for when he needed you, either for when Flash was being a jerk, or when he just wanted you beside him. And how pretty you looked when you were just there… Existing... Peter loved all of these things about you. And it wasn't like he hadn't noticed these things before, he had, but this time he seemed overwhelmingly aware of them.

He was terrified at the revelation that he was crushing on you, and he didn't know what to do. Should he tell you? No, he didn't think he could survive that. Even though he could tell you anything and everything, his crush on you was not on that list. But, the more that he sat on the idea of confessing it, the less he liked it. What if he messed up and said something wrong or you rejected him? Or worse, what if you left him forever? No, he couldn't risk that. He needed to wait until he figured things out. So he continued to sit and ponder and think about it until his brain hurt. Which took a while, but he thought, in conclusion, he wouldn't say anything at all. Better to have you as a best friend and love you from afar.

His loss, since you felt the same. Of course you did, why wouldn't you? He was Peter Freaking Parker, your best friend since you were ten, and practically the love of your life; and had been since fifth grade. You were convinced that you were going to marry him when you were a kid. You remembered running up to your mother after a couple of meetings with Peter, jumping up and down as you told her that you were going to marry him. Your mother thought it was pretty cute, young love or whatever, but thinking back to it now, you felt a sense of second-hand embarrassment from it all.

But that never stopped you from falling deeper and deeper in love with Peter. Again, how could you not fall in love with him? He had the sweetest personality. He was kind, and understanding, and always made you laugh to the point that you would hunch over crying. He was practically a genius, always getting full marks in all of his classes - you did help him with his history homework once, but that was neither here nor there. You loved how he would tilt his head to the side slightly like a puppy confused as he asked you to repeat something. You loved how he was so passionate and driven; he was always the one who pushed you to try harder or better yourself. And you loved how he cared. How he would always be there to cheer you up or comfort you when you were sad, or angry. And even when you both had a fight or disagreement, he was always there for you, no matter what.

But, after Peter got bitten, everything changed. He got taller, he didn't need his glasses anymore, and for some reason... He could walk on walls? At the age of fifteen, he became Spider-Man. And you were the only one who had known. Peter needed someone to go to when this had all started, and you were the first person to pop right into his head, as you usually did most days. He was extremely worried and nervous about telling you, but after his Uncle Ben died, he had no one else to turn to. He couldn't tell Aunt May, Peter was sure that she would blame him for Uncle Ben's death, as he blamed himself.

He remembered that night. Climbing up the trellises on the side of your house, pushing himself up to your window. Knocking on it, he tried to control his breathing as he watched your soft, yellow curtains being pushed aside. Peter felt relieved to see you, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion before you noticed how upset he was. Peter's mind was foggy as you pulled him inside your room, sitting him on your bed as you held his hands in yours. He felt numb, his Uncle's death replaying over and over. He could still feel his Uncle's weight in his arms. He failed him...

Peter remembered snapping out of his dark mind and thoughts, his eyes met yours, noticing that you were talking to him; he couldn't make out your words. It was as if he was underwater, your words and voice sounded like they came from so far away. Peter blinked and focused on you, trying to hear you. When you spoke again, he realized that you were asking him something, but he didn't understand what. All he could focus on was the fact that he had lost his uncle. Tears fell down his cheeks, his hands gripping onto yours tightly. You stopped, your confusion and worry fell into sorrow, and you didn't hesitate to pull Peter into your arms.

He told you about his Uncle, about the spider bite, about his growing powers... He told you everything as the tears fell rapidly down his face.

From that day on, Peter came to you whenever he was injured or wounded. Even without any wounds, Peter came over to see you after patrol. Peter would sit in your bathroom as you patched up whatever cut he had on him, holding a frozen bag of peas to the bruise on his cheek, or wrapping gauze around the bullet graze on his arm. Those quiet, almost unnoticeable touches between you would fill Peter with warmth, bringing light to his dark, messy world. They gave Peter hope that maybe someday, he could start to build a life with you, that he could stop worrying and just concentrate on doing everything in his power to keep you, and others in New York, safe.

Peter would often look back on those nights, way past midnight, sitting in your bathroom on the closed toilet seat. You between his legs, wiping away the blood on his face from the cut on his forehead. You were so soft and gentle, taking care of him, apologizing when you cleaned the small cuts; hearing his little wince. You had felt terrible, seeing the pain in his eyes, and you hated seeing him in pain. You hated seeing him swing over to your room, either with a gash or a couple of bruises, always making you worry some night that he might not come back. But you were insanely proud of him, watching on the news when he'd take down bad guys... He was changing the world and making it a better place to live.

Twenty Five Years Ago - June 4th, 1996 -

Digging around in the small first aid kit, you pulled out a stray bandaid in the plastic box, smiling at the design. You placed the Spider-Man bandaid over the cut, smoothing it over while trying not to add more pain than necessary. After finishing up with the bandaids, you grabbed the first aid kit, stashing it back under the sink. Leaning back against the said sink, you tilted your head slightly as you met Peter's gaze.

"You doing alright?" You had asked softly.

Peter nodded, standing up to pull you close into him. Wrapping his arms around you, he buried his nose into your hair, inhaling your scent. "I'm fine," He had whispered, "Just a little banged up..."

He heard you chuckle lightly. Lifting your head, you leaned your forehead against his. "Good thing you're not heavily bleeding, don't want blood all over me." You tried to joke, your smile widening at the sight of his slight grin.

The two of you stood in that position for a moment or two longer, then Peter pulled back from you slightly, putting both of your hands on either side of your neck, his thumbs brushing your jawline, looking at you. "Thank you... For helping me today, I mean... Thank you for everything," He said gently. "I don't deserve you."

You shook your head, "You deserve the world, Pete. And of course, I would help you, you're my best friend." Peter felt his stomach twist into knots as he nodded. “Can’t just leave you here to suffer.” You then added.

Peter then let out a nervous breath, "Look, I've... I've been meaning to say something, it's just hard to get the courage up, y'know?" You nodded, encouraging him to continue, you knew he needed to talk to you about something, being best friends with him for so long, you could just tell that there was something on his mind. And you wanted him to feel comfortable doing so. Taking another deep breath, he looked away from you, his lips pressed together in a tight line. After a few moments, he sighed. "I don't know where to start," Peter mumbled, his shoulders drooping.

Biting your bottom lip, you tilted your head to the side, silently relishing in the warmth his hands gave you, "Do you... Is this something you could show me? Or do you want to write it down? I could get paper and a pen..?" You had then asked, and Peter took the opportunity, shutting his eyes tight to press his lips to your cheek quickly.

It was less than a second, just a peck, but Peter kept his eyes closed, in fear. If he opened them, he was worried that you would have some angry expression on your face or something... But when he heard nothing, he opened his eyes, seeing you staring at him curiously, eyes wide. "What- Pete..." Your voice had trailed off.

Peter gulped, dropping his hands from you and rubbing the back of his neck. "Sorry... I-" He paused for a moment. "I - I shouldn’t have done that. I like - like you more than a best friend should." He blurted out. Peter watched as your eyes widened further. You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. His heart began to beat faster. Was this the wrong time? What was going to happen now? Did he ruin it..? Peter swallowed. "Well, I ruined everything, didn’t I?" You didn't say a word.

You had answered Peter’s question with a kiss.

Present Time - May 18th, 2019 -

As the years in high school continued, you and Peter's growing relationship continued. When you both were free, you would spend every minute together. Watching movies together, going on little dates, and sharing sweet kisses after patching him up after his Spidey adventures. You planned to move in together, and Peter planned to marry you.

Peter never felt this kind of love before. It overwhelmed him in the best kind of way. Every time he saw you, butterflies erupted inside of him. You were his sunshine. The one who made him happy, even when things weren't going great, even when the darkness seemed to engulf him. You were different. In a good way. Everything about you was perfect, and Peter loved everything about you. From your beautiful eyes, which sparkled whenever you laughed, to your soft lips, which tasted just like your favorite ice cream flavor. From your personality, always there for him and never made him question his Spider-Man responsibilities - even when your dates were cut off and he was sent away to fight Doc Ock or Green Goblin - Peter adored everything about you. You were the love of his life.

"I'm sorry I was gone for so long... Got sucked into another dimension and had to help this kid out… He’s a great kid... Everything's fine now though. I’m fine." Peter muttered, presently sitting on a small picnic blanket, just like you both used to do as children, "I should've come right over after I got back, but I had to do something first. I just wanted you to know that I didn't forget you..." Peter didn't hear you reply, so he continued, "I never could forget you... You're my everything. You helped me so much over the years. So thank you." He couldn't bear to turn to look at you, as he felt the tears pool in the corners of his eyes, "I know a lot of things have changed over the years. I know that I sort of fell into an endless hole of depression for a bit as well... I wish you didn’t have to see me like that." Letting out a sigh, he shut his eyes, "I'm gonna be a dad..." He basically ripped off the bandaid, a small smile appearing on his face, "And you would love MJ, she's strong and independent, just like you." Still with no response, Peter turned to face you, "I hope I've made you proud."

Your gray gravestone stared right back at him - silent - with your name, and a small inscription that read; 'Here lies a dreamer, a lover, and a best friend. May your memory be the sunshine in the darkest of days.' He traced the edges of the engraving of your name with a trembling finger. As he did so, Peter could've sworn that the wind suddenly picked up a bit, but he decided to ignore it. Turning to his side, he grabbed his water bottle, uncapping it; watering the Chrysanthemums, Dahlias, and Lavender that were potted beside your grave, as he used to do every Saturday.

"I have to go now... But I'll come back soon, okay?" Peter promised you, his heart pounding in his chest as he gazed down at the green, grassy ground, his hand still resting on your tombstone. He wiped the tears away, sniffling quietly; he never got an answer.

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ao3feed-irondadspiderson · 2 months

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The perks of being a wallflower

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54365017 by TheRegularWriter Peter likes writing letters to Iron Man. However, they get more and more personal as though the hero is close to him. Luckily, Mr. Stark will never read his letters. Words: 2735, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark Additional Tags: Letters, POV First Person, (ONLY because of the letters), Peter Parker-centric, Kid Peter Parker, Platonic Relationships, Bullying, Loneliness, Isolation, Flash Thompson Being A Jerk, Mentioned Uncle Ben Parker (Marvel), Mentioned Aunt May Parker (Marvel), Minor Character Death, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Peter Parker Gets a Hug, (in the second chapter), Personal Canon, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Suicidal Thoughts, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Pre-Canon, Time Inaccuracies, (Seriously the MCU sucks at that so bear with me), Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Introspection, Character Study, Author projecting onto Peter Parker, Mental Illness, Eventual Happy Ending, Blood and Injury, Grief/Mourning, Mentioned Liz Allan (Marvel), Minor Liz Allen/Peter Parker read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/54365017

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rancidpancakebatter · 1 year

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We Write the Story-[P.P.] | Chapter Two

Pairings: TASM!Peter Parker x (Black!)Hispanic!College!Female!Reader

Chapter Summary: The battle at Liberty begins after a trail down memory lane

Takes place during No Way Home

Word Count: 5.5k words

Content: Some superhero fighting, angst, language, mentions of death,

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A/N: This is yet another thing I found in my drafts. Chapter three has one paragraph written but two is done, so yay! As I said in the first chapter, this is very self-indulgent. I tried to put more focus on the reader being Hispanic than black but both are pretty relevant to my experience so there are some minor details that allude to the reader being black. I'm too lazy to edit them out. I hope you can understand.

Your anxiety continued a slow accent as the Spider-Men discussed their game plan. You were put on “babysitting duty,” instructed to watch over Michelle and Ned as they climbed through the portal to fight interdimensional villains.

You watched Peter’s live and felt a twinge of moroseness at his words. Even now, as he was trying to save New York, he accepted the cruelty it threw his way. The chemistry lab was quiet. You had all pulled up chairs at the entrance of the portal, silently watching- waiting. You had hugged Petey before he walked out, but it didn’t calm you as much as you had hoped. As you sat on this unstable wooden stool, your mind wandered to the past.

You remember when Petey first moved in. You were playing in the living room, your wooden puppet jumping as you jerked at the strings. Your father was in the kitchen, the smell of toasted tortillas and seasoned chicken wafting through the air. You liked flautas, but you preferred when your mom would make them. Your father was less familiar with the seasoning your mother would use; he stuck more to his Creole roots.

There was a knock at the door, but you remained unbothered. You and Señor Payaso were on a fabulous adventure, that you didn’t want to interrupt. They knocked again, and this time your father called out to you.

“Can you see who’s at the door, baby?”

You begrudgingly got up and pulled a chair over to the door. As you peeked through the peephole, you saw a familiar face, the sweet woman from across the hall. You liked her a lot. She always complimented your hair and all of your drawings. She was friends with your mother; when she died, the woman came over and cooked a lot, bringing her husband along. Mr Ben was nice too. He would put you on his shoulders and twirl you around.

You moved the chair and called out to your father, “It’s Ms May!”

You opened the door and let her in. She complimented your dress and asked about your day. You told her all about your new colouring book and left to get it for her. When you returned, she was talking in hushed whispers with your dad. Their faces looked serious and sad, but when they saw you, they painted on a smile.

Your father beckoned you, and you happily clambered into his open arms. As he rested you on his hip, he moved some hair out of your face.

“Hey, honey. So, Ms May came over to ask if you would want to play with her nephew. He just moved in and he doesn’t have any friends.”

You looked at May, not fully understanding. “Why does he live with you? Where are his parents?”

Your father said your name in a warning tone and you were confused, but Ms May cut him off, “No, no, it’s okay.”

Her smile was kind and you loved when she smiled at you.

“He lost both of his parents, like how you lost your mom." She explains. "So now he lives with me. He’s very scared, and I was hoping maybe you could hang out with him. You were so brave and it might be nice for Peter to have someone he can talk to about all of this.”

You thought about it for a moment. You couldn’t imagine what you would have done if you had lost both of your parents. You missed your mom a lot; Peter must be feeling that double. You liked Mr and Mrs Parker a lot, so you supposed you would like their nephew too.

“Okay." You agreed, "Does he have a favourite toy? Does he like to colour?”

May told you he would love to colour with you, so you rushed back to your room and grabbed all of your colouring books and three boxes of crayons, just in case. When you returned to the living room, you declared that you were ready to go. You walked across the hall with your father’s hand on your back instead of in your hand as they were very full.

As you walked in, you looked around but only saw Mr Ben. He spoke to the adults while you sat on the couch. You couldn’t hear everything they said, but you caught some of it. Their whispers swirled together and you couldn't tell who said what.

“-in his room”

“I don’t know”

“Thanks”

“He’s just so young”

Your stomach twisted. You remember hearing similar things said about you not so long ago. You hated when the adults around you tried to relate to what you were feeling. You didn’t even understand what you were feeling. You didn’t care what they had to say; you just wanted your mom. There was no one your age to talk to. No friends who got it. You didn’t want Ms May’s nephew to go through that.

You made your way up the stairs, deciding you would find him yourself. You saw an open door and peeked inside. There was a small bed and a lot of boxes in the room. It looked half-unpacked, not really a “room”.

“Hello?” You tried.

There was a scuffling sound but no response.

You walked in and looked around, “Are you Ms May’s nephew?”

You were looking at your feet, careful not to step on anything, when you noticed a pair of eyes under the bed. You set your colouring stuff down and lay on your stomach. He shimmied back some.

“Hi, I’m (Y/n). I’m your neighbour, do you want to play?” He didn't respond, just continued to stare at you.

“Tu hablas español?” Still he said nothing.

“Okay…I’ll just speak both.” You muttered, setting up the colouring supplies.

“Tengo crayons y colouring books, pero si quieres jugar something else podemos.” You began to colour, leaving a stack for him to choose from and the other boxes of crayons at the entrance of the bed.

You silently coloured for a while before you saw a small hand reach forward. He remained under the bed as you heard him flipping through pages. Soon enough, the adults came through the door. They were each surprised by what they saw.

“Where’s Peter?” Mr Ben asked.

You pointed under the bed, continuing to draw.

Ms May laid next to you, “Come on, Peter. Why don’t you come out and play? (Y/n)’s really nice, I promise.”

You shook your head, speaking to the shadows. “No tienes que salir if you don’t want to.”

Ms May looked at you with a question on her brow, one you recognised on adults by now. The "Why are you speaking Spanish?" look. Sometimes it was because you didn't look like your mom, and sometimes it was because they didn't know what you were saying. But you knew her's wasn't mean; Ms May was just curious.

“He hasn’t answered to Spanish or English. I don’t know what he speaks,” You replied with a shrug.

Mr Ben chuckled, “He doesn’t speak Spanish. I think he’s just shy, but thank you for trying.”

They eventually left you be, and you continued to colour. Peter still hadn’t left his hiding spot, but you could hear him scribbling across the page.

“I lost my mom,” You say in an effort to connect. “She got really sick, it happened a few months ago.”

He had stopped colouring, the only sound in the room coming from you and the switching of crayons.

“Grown-ups try to say stuff they think is nice. They tell you they’re sorry. Or they’ll say something like ‘you’re brave’. It’s annoying. I used to hide too.”

You heard him shuffle. He had crawled forward just enough that you could see his face emerging from the shadows, “Do you wanna come in?”

You wriggled in next to him, and he pushed the book he was working on between you. You coloured on opposite pages sharing a box of crayons between you. He used a lot of outlandish colours, his giraffe looking more like an alien than anything you’d seen at the zoo. You focused on your parrot. You passed a lot of time this way.

“How you say, ‘thank you’ in Spanish?”

You were excited to hear his voice again, “Gracias.”

“Gracias, (Y/n)”

He was so small and so scared. Everything he knew had been ripped away from him. You couldn’t help but think he was going through the same thing, only this time he couldn’t hide under his bed. He had to save the world.

You thought of all the times Petey had to be brave. You thought of all the times he didn’t. Like when you watched a horror movie for the first time, and he made you stay up with him all night because he was convinced that something was gonna come out of the closet as soon as he closed his eyes.

You thought of how nervous he was to ask Liz to the homecoming dance- how you had to coach him through it. You thought of how he would trip over himself anytime he talked to her. You thought of how he was just as nervous about asking out MJ. He would text you the whole trip about it (and also some of the Spider-Man stuff, but mostly MJ).

You thought about how kind and sweet he was. An absolute treasure. Petey would speak to you in Spanish if you were alone, knowing that it was a special thing to you, something that kept you connected to your mother. He had learned it through you, but also by studying on his own, surprising you every now and then with all he knew.

You thought about how he had learned to do simple braids in your hair. You had complained about how long it would take to do, and Petey stayed up all night watching youtube tutorials and practising on May. The next day he showed up with a rat-tail comb and a bag of rubber bands, ready to help.

You thought about how he and May would practice making dishes that you grew up with to surprise you for “family” dinner.

Actually, no. Family dinner. No quotes necessary. They were your family. They were all you had, and they were wonderful.

They were your family. Now it’s just Petey. Petey who is currently broadcasting his location so that he can fight a bunch of psychos who would not hesitate to kill him.

You stand abruptly, surprising the not-so-much kids beside you. You rush through the portal and ignore their calls for you to return. You can’t, not now. The Spider-Men hear the commotion and quickly group together. As you turn the corner, Petey’s face is wild with concern.

“(Y/n), You can’t be here-”

You cut him off with a hug. You pull him as close as you can, and don’t hesitate you crush him with all of your strength. He lets out a small “oof” as you accidentally push all the air out of his body. Tears silently fall from your eyes, and Petey finally reciprocates.

“(Y/n), You have to go back. It’s not safe.”

You make no effort to distance yourself, instead mumbling into his chest. “Don’t die.”

Petey pulls you away enough to see your face, “I’m not gonna die.”

Your face twists in anger but he knows it’s not for him. “You will come back to me. In one piece. Or so help me god, these a-holes are gonna wish you had kicked their ass instead.”

A small smile spreads on his face, “I know. I will. No voy a ir a ninguna parte, lo prometo.”

You wipe at your face and Petey chuckles. He’s trying to cheer you up. Even now, Petey is trying to keep you happy, like always.

“Besides, todo el mundo sabe que tengo la hermana más aterradora que hay. Cualquiera que se cruce contigo sería un pinche supido hijo de puta.” It wasn’t perfect but you grasped the message.

You gasped in faux horror, “Aye Petey, Quién te enseñó eso?”

Peter only laughed, “You did. You curse more in Spanish than in English. Which is crazy 'cause you have the foulest language I’ve ever heard.”

You slap his arm, and he pretends it hurt. You glance around and lose your breath. You could see all of New York from here. The city glistened against the deep ocean, the lights dancing across the rolling waves. It was breathtaking. Movement over to your left catches your attention and your eyes landed on Peter. He was leaning against the railing with his arms stretched out while talking to Pete. When you looked, he quickly turned his head, but he was looking at you. Petey chuckled, breaking you from your trance. Man, maybe your attraction was obvious.

“I’ll send him over,” Petey says with a smirk.

You scold, telling him not to, but he was already shouting for Peter.

As he sauntered up, Petey sent you a wink, patting his multiversal counterpart on the shoulder as he passed. Peter looked at you with a playfully confused look. His brows were slightly furrowed but his grin was unmistakable.

“So, what’s up?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. He was so flippant about this whole multiversal mayhem. But also he made you a little nervous, and you were laughing through your flustering.

“Oh, I was just uh- you know...givin’ the whole ‘Don’t Die’ speech before battle. You know how it is.” Peter’s face fell a little sombre, giving you the impression he knew all too well.

He played along, not wanting to address the severity of the situation. You both knew; there was no reason to loll in it. He nodded his head a few times before his arms folded crossed his chest and his head tilted to the side, a soft smile taking over his face.

“So, do I get one?”

You smiled, “Peter Parker. I will be very upset if you die. Don’t do it or I’ll come kill you myself.”

He chuckled, the sound of a sweet song. “Sounds like a lose-lose, I don’t think I’m getting a fair deal.”

You roll your eyes, “Yeah? Well, how about this: If you die, no date.”

It was risky, but what did you have to lose? Pete’s words had been on your mind more than you would care to admit. Everything you once knew had been flipped on its head. Maybe there was a chance, maybe he was the right one. But did it matter? It’s completely possible that this man will evaporate from this world in an hour. What harm was there in flirting with him? He was nice with a kind smile, and it felt good to be looked at like that. Like you were something to behold.

Your words seem to surprise him. A deep, thunderous laugh ripped from his chest. It was a delightful sound. One you wanted to hear more often. His hand flew to his heart as he took a step back as if blown away. He looked at you with an amused glimmer in his eye and a grin that split his face. He was the perfect embodiment of "boyish charm."

“Now, the stakes are high,” He teased.

It’s safe to say you were freaking out. You stood at the mouth of the portal, its fizzling crackle a static that you had become accustomed to. MJ held the magic-cube-thing as you tried to keep the both of them calm, coaching Ned to breathe deep and focus. You could hear the zaps of electricity flying through the air, bright flashes of light shocking out the shadows in the dark room. Everything got cloudy for a moment, and you recognised this dust storm as Flint’s arrival. Everyone was showing up fast, and you should have been miles away, but with the portal open, you were nowhere close to safe.

A loud crash echos out and startles a scream out of the kids. You gently shush them, not wanting any unwanted attention. You were working through a plan, an escape route. You loved Petey, but he wasn’t very good with backup plans, and this was a perfect example.

You heard heavy steps and spun to look through the Portal. The talking lizard was stalking towards you.

“Hey! Hey! We gotta go!”

The kids follow your gaze and their eyes widen in fear. You grab the box from MJ and start pushing them in front of you. The Lizard has landed in the room and is throwing tables and chairs.

You make it to the doors and point down the hall, “You guys run to the cafeteria, watch each other’s backs and hide!”

They hesitantly run, glancing at you periodically over their shoulders. You look behind you, and the lizard is trained on your hand. You wave the box, “Come on, big boy, this way!”

He rears his head back and lets out a gut-wrenching roar. You push through the door and into the hall. Your footsteps echo in the dark, empty corridors. You hadn’t necessarily liked high school, but the dreadful memories did nothing to relieve the creepy atmosphere. You could hear his talons cut into the metal lockers around you as he got closer. You whipped your head around to confirm your suspicions. You felt nauseous as you saw his yellowed teeth bared at you.

You swung a sharp left into the library. You ducked under a table and crawled quietly in the dark. As the creature broke through the doors you heard him stop. You could hear a subtle growl leave his throat, sharp breaths as he sniffs around the room. You reach the wall and grab a book off the shelf. You can see his feet as he walks across the floor. Your heart is beating in your chest as he gets closer. His tail swings in front of you, working side to side. You take a steady breath and throw the book into the corner behind you.

He roars and charges at the sound. You make a break towards the lined shelves while he’s distracted. You silently hoped the books you heard being decimated would accept your apology, that they would understand. There’s a door on the other side, it will put you in the hallway right across from the gym. You didn’t like the idea of a big open space, but maybe you could hide if you could make it to the bleachers. It’s the best idea you have right now.

The Lizard had begun throwing the tables you were hiding under before. It wouldn’t be long until he started destroying the shelves too. You crouched down and made your way to the door, pushing it open with shaky hands and closing it as softly as you could. You entered the gym and looked around. You spotted the supply room and tried the handle.

It was locked, “shit!”

You could still hear the library being ransacked. Your only way in was to break the window. You knew it would make a lot of noise, but you had to arm yourself with something. You raise the box and bring it down as hard as you can. The glass shatters and you hear a roar erupt in the building. You ball your hand up in your sleeve and push through the glass wiggling the handle. You grab a bat by the door and a football flag that was hanging on the wall. You hear stomping in the hallway and panic. Well- more so than you were before.

The bleachers were pulled out and you thanked whatever deity might have been watching over you. You find a gap in the bars and squeeze your way through. Just then The lizard kicks in the heavy metal doors. You fall back into the shadows and watch through the space between the seats as he makes his way to the middle of the floor. You try to tame your shaking hands, knowing there was nothing you could do with the adrenaline coursing through your body.

You place the bat between your legs and tie the box to a belt loop on the back of your jeans, that way you can have two hands to swing. You tried to remember everything you knew about the creature in front of you, anything that may give you an upper hand. You remembered him talking about “healing the world.” Apparently, this “enhancement” mutated his genes and he had faster healing and was super strong. He was also a man-eating lizard. And you were just a poor college student from Queens.

Suddenly he stopped, his head turned towards you as he continued to sniff the air around him. A sneer besmeared his face, his eyes opened and it seemed he was looking right at you.

“There you are...” his nauseating voice drew out.

He charged forward and you screamed. His claws reached through the slits and pried at them. He got his arm through and swiped; you fell back as you narrowly dodged them. He continued with that for a while before he abandoned the approach. His yellow eyes glared at you through the gap he had created before growling. He must have grown up watching Dora too. If you can’t go through, you can't go above it, if you can’t go under it, you have to go around it. He backed away and bounded towards the bars you had slipped through. You ran to meet him there, to hopefully hold him off.

He reached his hand through and you swung at it. It didn’t seem to deter him. The response was more like someone playfully pushing your hand away from their plate, as opposed to a twenty-something swinging a metal bat at full force. He reached for you again but this time he caught your bat in his claws. It shredded the barrel, the metal blossoming out at jagged angles. You could work with that.

You brought it over your head and aimed at his arm. He reared back as the metal cut through his scales. You could hear the fury in his scream, your blood ran cold at the sound. You watched as the flesh slowly melded back together, soon the damage was erased. It hit you then, you were truly no match. He brought his hand back up and sliced through the barrier of bars, bending them with little effort to push through. You took steps back as he got closer. He was hunched down, unable to stand in this space. You were trapped if you couldn’t find a way out.

At the other entrance, you saw a fire extinguisher. You rushed to grab it, pulling the pin and aiming it directly at him. You felt the metal bars against your back. He let out another roar and you pulled on the trigger. Foam flew through the air and the smell of compressed CO2 made you dizzy. You threw it and he caught it in his mouth, as his teeth punctured it white plumes billowed from the canister. While he was blinded you tried to squeeze through the bars. In his thrashing, he caught you on the arm. His claws felt like a blade, cutting through you easily.

You cried out as you collapsed on the floor. Rolling over, you pushed yourself up, ignoring the searing pain in your bicep. Your bat was long gone and you were on your own. You made your way to the middle of the gym, trying to plan your next escape. You heard the grating noise you hate to say you knew, he had slashed through the other set of bars. You sympathised with the groan the metal released as it was bent and twisted against its will.

His horrid eyes fell on you again and you turned to run. He gets down on all fours and breaks into a sprint, he's gaining on you (Shia Leboeuf). Your body hurts and all this running is pumping blood, you’re getting woozy from the loss. You trip and hit the ground hard; you feel disoriented. You start crawling forward, hoping to put enough distance between you.

Just then a loud crash rings through the gymnasium. You turn your head to see The Lizard slammed into the bleachers, the seats folding around him under the weight. Something flew across the room and soon a cloud of green smoke enveloped the space. You heard footfall quickly approaching you and curled in on yourself; your brain unable to catch up with the chaos of the situation.

“Hey, hey, It’s okay. It’s just me.” His gloves caught on the cotton of your ribbed top.

You slowly opened your eyes and they fell upon shining stars; chocolate and autumn leaves and everything sweet in the world. His jaw was set, strong enough to cut diamonds. His lips looked velvety and decadent; though they sagged heavily at the end, his distress evident in his frown.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt? I smell blood.” He quickly questioned.

You motioned that you wanted help up, but instead of offering you his hand, he scooped you up in his arms. Your stomach fluttered at the act, the gentleness he was showing you. You were pressed tightly against him, you could feel the rise and fall of his chest.

You took a shaky, flustered breath. “I’m fine. El cabrón caught me in the arm, but I’ll be okay.”

He took notice of the way you were holding your arm and shifted you to take a better look. He curled you like he was using you to train his biceps, pushing your chest into his. His eyes grew as he looked over your wound.

“It’s okay. You’re- you’re gonna be okay.” He reassured.

He was breathing heavily. You thought before that it was from exertion, but the panic in his eyes was one you recognised.

“Yeah, I know.”

Your words fell on deaf ears as he continued to mumble; repeating that you would be fine like he was trying to manifest it in truth.

"Peter, Hey. Listen to me, I’m okay.”

He shook his head, breaking his trance, and then finally looked back at you. “Let’s get you out of here.”

You met everyone out on the scaffolding; Lady Liberty had seen better days. Peter had finally set you down, and he had used your mangled sleeve to wrap around your cut. As you stepped through the portal it closed behind you. You glared at the spot it used to occupy.

“Por qué no hiciste eso antes, huh?”

You heard your name called out from behind you and as you tuned you were knocked back by the strength of your two-out-of-three of your favourite teens. You held them close, happy to be in their embrace- relieved that they were safe. They talked over each other, spewing their concern and everything that had happened while you were separated. As Ned spoke he flailed his hands, sparks flew from his fingers and with a flourish of his wrist he accidentally opened a portal.

You threw the kids behind you, waiting for whatever may emerge. To your surprise, Dr Strange stepped forward. He whipped his hand and the box flew from your waist. You all protested: a series of ‘wait’s and ‘no’s leaving your mouths.

“Where is he?”

“Before you do anything Mister- Dr Strange, sir,” Ned pleads. “Peter’s plan is working!”

You all nod adamantly as he eyes your group sceptically, “What plan?”

“He’s curing them!” Ned explains, pride dripping from his words.

You pointed to the corner. There sat an older man who looked a little ridiculous dressed in some gym shorts and a mesh, orange jersey for flag football. Strange stepped forward to get a better look.

“Who’s that?” He asks, his tone losing its previous hostility.

“That’s Dr Connors, the giant lizard,” MJ supplies as the man in question gives a tentative wave.

The wizard looks between the reformed man and your odd group a few times before he slowly nods his head, “Well, I’ll be damned.”

He walks off and you grow nervous. You hope he can see the vision, that he lets Petey do this. He’s sacrificed so much, It would be a shame to see his victory ripped away from him. You watch as the three of them swing around, their synchronization mesmerizing to you. It was almost beautiful. If not also death-defying and frightening.

But the little fear you felt grew tenfold, at an exponential rate. Over the horizon, you saw a flying figure approaching. Your blood ran cold and you can’t help the way your body starts to tremble.

You quickly turn to Ned, “Can you open a portal?”

He looks at you confused, his anxiety rising as he tries to understand why you’re upset. “No, Dr Strange took the ring back.”

You silently curse the old man and spin around, trying to find somewhere to run, when his nauseating voice rings through the sky, “Can the Spider-Man come out to play?!”

You freeze. His haunting cadence fills your ears, and you don’t know what to do. You think of his freakish, twisted smile as he gave his “We are gods” monologue. You could hear his sickening cackle as Peter beat in his face. You heard his taunting drawl as he choked Peter. You thought of how he had killed Ms May. The only mother you truly knew. You wondered if she was as scared as you were in her final moments. You couldn’t breathe; you couldn’t move. Completely frozen in fear.

You could vaguely hear Ned and MJ calling out to you, but the world was too far away from you now. It felt like your skin was melting off of you and your brain was spinning in your skull. He couldn’t be here. Petey couldn’t be here. He was dangerous. He wasn’t like the others, his only objective was wreaking havoc, and he had no remorse for the pain and suffering he dealt.

A loud boom erupts through the night air, a crescendo of collapsing metal and golden rings. You feel the scaffolding shake and see it falling apart around you. It gives way. Michelle panics as she starts to tip back and without thinking you pull her towards you. You watch as she grows smaller and smaller in your view, as everything gets further and further away. You hear a scream but don’t realise it’s yours, the sound leaving your lungs as the wind whips around you. Ned hangs from debris and you scold yourself for not protecting him better.

Your arms wave helplessly around you as your brain looks for something to grab onto. Suddenly Petey appears in your view. His face is battered and bruised, his eyes are trained on you. He looks aged, as if the last twelve hours have stolen what was left of his innocence. It was hard to watch him grow up, he was no longer your Little Petey. But this hurt more. Because this wasn’t him growing up, this was him falling apart.

He extends his hand to you and you reach for it. Your fingers brush against the cool metal of his nanotech before he’s ripped away, pinned to the front of the Goblin’s glider.

You hear a gut-wrenching cry from Peter as he was toted away, saw the defeat and rage in his eyes. You close your eyes and swallow back tears. You had never given much thought to how you would die. You were always so busy worrying about everything else. You worried about your father, you worried about May, you worried about Peter. You worried about your grades, you worried about your job, you worried about keeping your place clean. There was always so much to do, so much going on.

But as the end drew near, you still couldn’t think of you. Petey had lost so much and you hated to think you would be another boulder to carry. Another reason to grieve. You thought of all the milestones you would miss. He had always joked that you would one day be his best man, and he would be your maid of honour.

But you wouldn't be there for his wedding. You wouldn’t be there when he graduated from high school. You wouldn’t be there for his first hangover. You wouldn’t be there for his child’s first steps. You wouldn’t be there. You sent out an unguided wish, a silent prayer to anyone who might hear.

Please, let him be okay. Tell him that I love him, that he was the best friend, the best family, the best brother anyone could wish for. Tell him it’s gonna be okay.

You closed your eyes and let the tears slip. It was odd. They didn’t drip down your face, but floated up, as if not to stain you. You hoped the ground would be merciful, that your death would come swiftly. You imagined you were on the high dive at the pool you and Peter used to frequent in the summers. You were sailing into the deep waters, soon to be comforted by the chlorine and Petey’s cheers. You smiled.

Let me tell you, this depressive episode is going CRAZY, so again, I'm sorry for not posting as much and thank you for your patience. And I would like to reiterate, I am getting through it with the love and support of friends and medical professionals. I will eventually be okay, but I'm not now, and that's okay too. I hate to ask, but if you guys could leave some comments or nice words it would really mean a lot to me :))

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1.) To Be Young and In Love

Chubby!Ramiverse!Peter Parker x Male!Reader

⚠️TW ⚠️: The following mentions E.D., Depression, and S.A.

(Anything italicized is referring to the past.)

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Spiderman Swings Into Action

You sighed as you walked away from reading the latest on the newsstand on your way to work. Ever since you moved from Connecticut to New York City things changed drastically. You and your family moved in last summer, but for the wrong reasons. Your dad was caught drinking on the job, and after they fired him his friend called him about an open spot in the ship yards and your mom worked at the dry cleaners. But now that you turned sixteen, your parents sort of pressure you into getting a job.

You were on your way to work at the Atlantic Diner. Everyday you would go right after school, dressed in your uniform and ready for another grueling shift dealing with noisy screeching children, rude elderly people, and the occasional Karen raging about the wrong order.

However, one thing that stood out from the rest of the customers was that Peter Parker - the guy who was not even considered to be on the food chain - was sitting there at the bar lazily stirring a melted chocolate milkshake, a sullen look on his face as he was lost in his thoughts, disconnected from it all.

Ever since his uncle Ben died three days ago, Peter has not been the same. Just yesterday, Flash Thomson was trying to apologize to Peter, but then he immediately responded by slamming the taller boy into the lockers. It was shocking to see someone so gentle and calm as Peter flip in a split second.

After you put your apron and name tag on, you began taking orders from other tables and going back and forth with drinks and plates. As you did this, though, you could not help but glance over at Peter as he remained still in the same position you saw him.

You could not help but feel bad for him.

A few minutes had passed, yet Peter still stayed in the same spot as before, gazing into nothing. You sighed as you walked up behind the counter, putting on a small but warm smile on your face.

“Hey, Peter.”

The boy jerked back into reality, glancing up at you with crystal blue eyes as he smiled softly at you. “Oh, hey, Y/n.” He said awkwardly.

“How’s everything going?.” You asked as you handed the chef the ticket order.

“Uh, I-I don’t know, it’s alright I guess.” Peter said, still staring at his melted milkshake.

You sighed heavily as you refilled a few drinks. “And how’s your aunt doing?.”

“She’s okay, still hasn’t gotten much sleep lately.” Peter said glumly.

“And what about Mary Jane, how’s she doing?.” You asked.

“W-We… haven’t spoke much in a while.” Peter said, a trace of sadness was in his tone.

“Oh… I’m sorry to hear that.” You said, cringing.

“It’s okay…” Peter mumbled.

You could see his eyes growing even more red with each passing second, his face pinching and contorting in deep-seeded agony. Peter was usually great at hiding his emotions, even after being beat by Flash, not a single tear would leave his eyes.

But now, it is a full view and for the first time ever, the nerd boy everyone seems to treat like nothing, is now taking off his shield and letting the whole world know that he too can hurt just as much as anyone else.

You immediately laid your hand over his, your thumb rubbing the side of his fist. “I know how it all feels like,” You said, earning a tearful look from Peter. “I know what it feels like when seemingly everyone is leaving you and nothing is working as the way it should be.”

Peter only nodded, placing his hand over yours. “Thanks, Y/n, but I think I should go home now.”

You hesitated as the brunette got up from his seat, pulling a ten dollar bill from his wallet and tossing it on the counter. You immediately grabbed Peter by his arm, causing him to jerk his head back to you in shock as he gazes at you with wide blue eyes, causing you to let go.

“Uh, maybe we could hang some time, go see what’s in the movies probably?.” You asked, biting down on the inside of your cheek.

Peter stood there for a moment, thinking of whether or not this was a prank, until he finally nodded his head. “Yeah, sure sounds good.”

“O-okay, I’ll call you. Bye.” You said shyly. Peter smiled a little before walking out the door.

To say the least, things between you two were slow; Peter mostly going on about how he was applying for a job at The Daily Bugle as a photographer, or how he and Aunt May were handling the entirety of the death of Uncle Ben. But what killed your spirit the most, was how he was insistent on dating Mary Jane.

Despite her being a genuinely good person, she still had left Peter in this space of uncertainty as she was still with Harry Osborn, while at the same time she would build Peter up into thinking he could have his chance with her. And it hurt you to see that even though they were good for each other, they still had their flaws that were left unattended like untreated infections.

You, on the other hand, would devote as much time to the lovable nerd as much as you could, mostly meeting him at the diner for some fires and a milkshake.

Sometimes he would eat more than that, sometimes it was a whole two plates worth of food, and yet Peter would still look the same as before, blaming it on how he was always running after the school bus every morning.

It was not until the homecoming dance came around when Peter had finally worked up the courage to ask out Mary Jane. Sadly, she declined, opting for going with Harry to go see a showing of Wicked the same night. This meant that you had your chance to ask Peter, regardless of whatever anyone thought.

“Hey, Peter. I gotta ask you something,” You asked as you both worked on your Physics experiment.

“What is it?.” He asked softly.

“… I-I was wondering if you were free this Saturday?.” You asked.

“Uh, I think so, why?.” Peter asked as he looked at you quizzically.

“Well, I was wondering if you’d like to go with me to the movies this Saturday?.” You asked, rubbing the back of your neck.

He stayed quiet for a moment. Peter did not know what exactly to think about all this; getting asked out, let alone by a guy. He usually spent his Saturdays inside either working on his homework or a new assignment for The Daily Bugle, or secretly doing night patrol in his spidersuit.

“Uh, I-I don’t know…” Peter said awkwardly. “Besides I have some stuff to do for work and if I miss that then my boss’ll kill me.”

“We can go in the early afternoon and I’ll have you back home by four.” You said.

Peter hesitated for a bit, biting his bottom lip. “Okay.”

You smiled. “Great, I’ll see you then.”

You knew Peter Parker was an awkward nervous wreck half of the time. As you both sat through the previews, you could see from the corner of your eye Peter biting his nails as he stared intensely at the screen, and since Peter hardly had any nails left to chew off, you passed the large tub of popcorn over to him causing him to jump from his trance.

You smiled, shaking the tub. “It’s always nice to share.”

Peter smiled sheepishly. “Thanks.” He said, taking a handful of popcorn and shoving it in his mouth.

This went on for the first half of the movie. You would be mainly glued to the screen watching all the action go down as Peter continuously ate popcorn without even stopping for a drink. You knew everyone had their ways of coping with anxiety, nail biting being one of the main mechanics, but never did you see constant eating as one of them. Yes you’ve heard of stress eating, but never seen it in person.

After the movie had ended, You were expecting Peter to immediately go back home, but to your surprise, he insisted that you both go out to eat.

After ordering your favorite item from the menu, Peter was still picking out a few things as you sat there, awkwardly taking a few sips from your cup as Peter went on, ignoring the surprised expressions from the elderly waitress.

You didn’t know what exactly to think of it. Peter was always hardly eating and he’d mostly be seen eating bits of his food like a bird. Maybe he was just really hungry today? Maybe he’s trying to bulk up? Maybe he skipped breakfast this morning?

("What if it’s something else?.")You thought. After all, tomorrow marks three weeks since his uncle had died. ("What if it’s just that, what if he’s stressed out?.")

You were brought back to reality when Peter was calling your name from beyond your mind, causing You to slightly flinch as Peter reached to touch your hand. “I’m sorry, I must’ve blanked out.”

“It’s okay, I was just asking if your come here often.” Peter said in his typical soft tone.

“Uh, not really, I usually go to school and work and then home.” You said with a small giggle.

Peter nodded. “Is there anywhere else you go to?.”

“Not really, I don’t have much of a social life.” You gazed back down at your drink, swirling the ice around.

“I know how it feels,” Peter said solemnly.

Before You could say anything else, the waitress came back with your food first. You waited a bit for Peter's to come, and when it did your eyes grew wide. The other boy had ordered four large plates of food, along with two desserts.

You didn't say much, weary if you'd hurt Peter's feelings. Instead, You just ate quietly, glancing over at Peter every now and then to see him scarfing down his food like he hasn't eaten in weeks.

"So, what are your plans for homecoming next week?." You asked.

Peter barely paused from his eating. "Not really," He said with a mouthful of Salisbury steak. "Probably just staying in at home."

You nodded, watching as he finished the first plate within four minutes, moving on to the next without taking a break, not even to drink his coke.

("He probably skipped out on breakfast today,") You thought as You saw Peter begin on his second plate - a BLT with a side of fries.

"What about you?." Peter asked.

You sighed, "Uh, I guess I might pick up an extra shift, maybe pick up drawing again."

Peter nodded before finishing off the rest of his sandwich and eating whatever was left with the fries.

("What if he could be binging?.") You thought. ("Maybe some kind of disorder?.")

But You didn't know what exactly he was dealing with. After all, he never was one to show any emotion, let alone any disorders he may be facing. It was almost like he wasn't even human at times. Like he was a creature from a different place, and he was trying to survive every day.

By the time he finished his third plate, Peter has let out a long sigh as he rested his hand above his stomach. You could not help but gaze at him, your heart fluttered a little as he gently rubbed his stomach, letting out a short burp before opening his eyes and going to finish off the fourth plate - shepherd’s pie with beef.

The two of you sat in silence and you’re gaze never left Peter as he ate and ate until there was nothing left on his plate. Peter glanced over at your plate and noticed that You hardly made a dent.

“Are you okay?.” He asked.

“Uh, yeah, I’m just not that hungry.” You said with a little smile.

Peter swallowed. “Um, do you want a to-go box?.”

You shook your head. “No, that’s okay, thanks anyway.”

Peter began to blush as he stared at your unfinished plate, his mouth agape as his eyes looked distant and glassy. He was almost in some odd trance-like state, completely enamored by the food You had ordered, his mouth growing watery.

“Uh, do you want some of it?.” You asked shyly.

Peter snapped his eyes up at You, giving a short nod with a small innocent smile, those blue eyes gleaming with joy, and your heart was driven madly into adoration.

Once You gave Peter your plate he immediately began to consume every single thing left until there was nothing else left but whatever little garnishment the cook had put there.

He leaned back against the booth, his shirt resting tightly around his fully bloated stomach. You tried so desperately not to look, not to touch, but it was a very difficult task You somehow managed to pull off.

• • •

A few weeks had passed since that day. You and Peter were still talking but you haven’t seen him that often, and if You did, he’d be secretly snacking on something during class, or eating everything he had on his tray at lunch.

You started to notice that he was beginning to don an oversized sweatshirt in the beginning of spring. You always knew Peter was self-conscious but it was never this bad. Everyday he would be on the bus wearing the same navy blue hoodie, never once would he take it off, only rolling the sleeves up to his elbows to reveal more defined and thicker arms than their regular spindly figure. You wanted to ask something, but once again You thought it just wasn’t in your place to do so.

One night, You were walking back home from work. You had taken the bus and it was already starting to drizzle, so You picked up the pace a little bit. As You were walking, however, a loud smash had caused You to look behind to see what was happening.

Three tall men were stalking their way towards You, their voices were slurred as the scent of booze wafted off themselves. The began to crowd You and slowly began backing You into the corner of a dark alleyway. You looked for any chance of an exit, but one of them had placed their arms beside You, practically trapping You from the world.

The man was big and bald, a large scar on his left eye, a demonic smile that made You shiver in the now pouring rain. He leaned in closer, his mouth grazing your neck.

You looked around with wide eyes, hoping for anyone who could help, but during this time of night, your chances were slim and nothing was going to stop these guys from doing whatever they wanted to You.

As the taller man forcefully pulled You into him, You felt every ounce of dread flood your body. Dysphoria was took over full time once the man reached down your pants, his large rough hand fondling You as he gripped your waist, his mouth tasted that of cigarettes and cheap alcohol.

“Hey save some for us too, Mitchie.” Said one of the assailants.

The man - Mitchie - simply grunted in your mouth as he continued to forcefully smash your lips against his.

You let out a shrill and muffled scream before the man slammed You against the wall and knocked the wind out of You.

However, before the man could do anything else, a loud “Hey!” caused everyone to jolt from what they were doing, glancing all around to find who was disrupting them.

You never thought you’d be seeing THE Spider-Man right in front of You, but low and behold, there he was standing there behind everyone, almost analyzing the situation going on.

“Now what’s gonna happen here is that either you guys leave him alone, or I’m gonna have to do everything my way.” He said.

“And what the fuck are you gonna do about it if we say no?.” Said the other assailant.

Without warning, Spider-Man launched a web at one of the guy’s face, causing him to stumble back into a pile of wet cardboard boxes. The other guy charged after Spider-Man, narrowly avoiding the punch that was sent flying in his direction.

“Okay, I see how it’ll be.” Spider-Man said.

He threw the first punch with success, causing the goon to nearly fall back as blood began to flow down his nose. However, before the man could even throw his next punch, a web wrapped his fist up before the rest of his body was wrapped up in webbing.

You gazed into the annoyed eyes of Mitchie as turned to face off against the superhero. He popped his knuckles and neck before charging at Spider-Man, who simply dodged out of the way. This aggravated Mitchie, and so the bald man started wildly throwing his fists at the hero, missing his face completely before his arms were bound to his sides with webbing.

Spider-Man glanced over to You, gently walking up to see if You were okay. “Do you need any help?.”

You shivered as you gazed into those large blank white eyes. You nodded, “Please, I just want to go home.”

Spider-Man carefully lifted You off the ground, your body leaning against his. “Just hold on tight, okay?.”

You nodded, wrapping your arms and legs around him before this sudden jolt made your whole body become weightless for a split second. He was swinging from building to building as You buried your face into the curve of his neck, squeezing your eyes shut as your grasp on him tighten even more. As the rain began to go into a full-on downpour, the air around you was cold and wild.

You nestled in closer to the vigilante, desperate for any form of heat as you both swing through block to block. He had no particular scent to him, just the rubbery smell of his costume and the wet industrial surroundings, but his presence alone brought this form of comfort to You after what happened before.

By the time he reached your house, Spider-Man gently landed his feet on the ground, his arms still holding You close to his body as he walked up to the stoop. He bent his head down, gently running his gloved hand over your hair.

“We’re here,” he announced in a low but soft voice.

You lifted your head up from his shoulder and glanced around in amazement. You knew that Spider-Man must’ve been all around town, but it surprised You how accurate he knew where You lived without the need for asking the address. It shook it off before unwrapping your legs from his waist, the stinging numbness causing You to momentarily loose balance and slump forward onto the hero’s chest. You let out a small “uhf” as You collided with the muscular and rough surface, your face blushing madly as You tried to lift yourself up.

“I’m sorry about that,” You mumbled, pushing yourself off of the masked man. “My legs kinda lost feeling for a moment.”

“It’s okay, it happens to everyone,” Spider-Man stated with a hint of warmth in his tone.

You smiled a little before glancing down. “Uh, thank you for saving me back there,”

“You’re welcome, just promise me that you’ll be careful next time, and if you ever need help, just call out for me.” Spider-Man stated.

You nodded before walking up the stoop, taking one last glance at your savior, who nodded to You, before launching a web before swinging off into the dreary night sky.

• • •

Two weeks had passed since your encounter with the guys in the alley, and with Spider-Man. You decided not to tell anyone else because not everyone would’ve believed you in the first place, since a lot of people will make up stories about being saved by Spider-Man for their fifteen minutes of fame. But your encounter made feel somewhat safe when it came to working night shifts, as though someone out there really cared about your well-being.

Aside from the whole Spider-Man thing, You noticed that Peter hadn’t shown up to school for a week. You didn’t see him around the halls, in lunch, nor in physics class.

Ben Parker’s funeral was last week and You decided to go for Peter. You were standing far behind everyone as they surrounded the gravesite as a frigid gust of wind blew the dead leaves passed the casket, causing You to shiver before sinking into your coat. You couldn’t see Peter from where you stood, glancing around gravestones and mourners to see how Peter was doing. You gave up, ultimately deciding to just wait and pay your respects to the man who lost his life in such a senseless and horrific way.

By the time the service was over, everybody began to disperse as You stood there, watching the casket come into full view. You licked your lips nervously as You carefully walked up holding a white flower in your hand. You gently laid it down over the plethora of white flowers on the casket, a immense wave of emotions rushed through your body.

Peter and Mary Jane were standing just a few feet away from you. She was comforting him as Harry Osborn watched at the sidelines, his gaze on the ground as he shoved his hands in his pockets. You noticed something different about Peter, his overall attitude was closed off from the world, almost like his real self was shut off momentarily.

Another thing You noticed was his overall appearance. He wasn’t as lanky as he was before, his shoulders were no longer frail and were more broad in his ill-fitting suit. His face seemed to have more definition to it, his jawline was still there and it made him look a little older, but his face seemed to be chubbier than the last time You saw him.

After an awkward exchange between them, Mary Jane walked over to Harry, taking her arm in his as they walked to the front entrance of the cemetery. You hesitantly walked over to where Peter stood, not taking his glance away from the casket.

“P-Peter?.” You said in a soft tone.

Peter snapped his head in your direction, offering a short smile, “Oh, hey, how’ve you been?.”

“I uh, I’ve been okay, I missed you,” You said.

Peter smiled before glanced over at himself. “I haven’t been feeling too good lately, you know with work and everything going on,”

“Yeah,” You said. “Listen, if you ever feel like talking, don’t be a stranger, I’m always free.”

Peter nodded before glancing back down. “I uh, I gotta go, the service is happening at one of the diners Ben used to visit, maybe you should come by?.”

“I wish I could but I have to go to work in an hour, so I’m in a bit of a time crunch,”

Peter nodded before walking off to the front gates of the cemetery leaving You all alone with the groundskeepers who began to lower the casket.

• • •

It was another night coming back home from work, thankfully, though, it wasn’t pouring down like before.

It was a cold night, but a night that was nonetheless, filled with terror. A night that You, and all of New York would never forget.

What was once a peaceful walk home listening to music, had soon changed to a night of survival and fear. The last thing You remembered was being tackled into the air by something (someone) coming at you like a freight train. At first You thought it was Spider-Man coming to visit you again, but the gravelly cackling made You snap your head at none other than the Green Goblin gazing back at you behind reflective orange eyes, that permanent grin just an inch away from You.

“I hope you can finally catch his attention,” the masked villain said devilishly as he soared throughout the night sky to the roof of an abandoned smallpox hospital on Roosevelt Island.

The Green Goblin grabbed you by the hair, “Now scream for your spider,”

You did nothing but glare at the mask, earning another hard yank at the hair and a warning screamed from the villain. You did nothing but hiss in pain, grabbing at the hand of the villain to try and fend yourself off as much as you could, but this only aggravated the menace even more as he dragged You over the side of the building.

You screamed in pain and fear until your throat was sore and your voice gave out as you were dangled over eight stories above ground. Just as you were close to giving into dying, you and the Green Goblin were pushed down on the roof, the Green Goblin’s grip on your hair came loose and you rolled away from the green figure. You glanced up to see Spider-Man standing over you, but the Green Goblin got back on his glider and swoop around the two of you tossing a pumpkin grenade.

Spider-Man pushed You out of the way just before the bomb detonated in front of his face sending him screaming as he flew right through a brick wall, hitting his back on a beam and falling to the ground with a loud groan. You were about to stand up before the Green Goblin came flying back around, grabbing you and throwing you into another wall, the sounds of popping and snapping echoed through the air.

The Green Goblin flies back around and stops where Spider-Man struggles to get up. “Misery, misery, misery, that’s what you’ve chosen,” he begins to step toward the stumbling hero. “I offer you friendship, and you spat in my face.”

The Green Goblin begins hitting Spider-Man, with one punch sending him back a few feet. Once he gets up, Spider-Man dodges a punch by swinging from a web, but is knocked back down and thrown onto the ground.

Webs begin to form a barrier between the two, but the Green Goblin is able to tear through it with ease and slams Spider-Man into a pillar, knocking him around a little more before finally kicking him into a wall. Just as Spider-Man launches a web strand, his hand is crushed under a metallic green boot.

“You’ve spun your last web, Spider-Man. Have you not been so selfish your little girlfriend’s death would’ve been quick and painless, and that boy over there wouldn’t have to suffer so much, but now that you pissed me off… I’m gonna finish them both, nice and slow.”

Enraged, Spider-Man gets up as the Green Goblin readies his pitch-fork and tries to take a stab at the superhero, but is knocked back and crushed by a wall that Spider-Man uses his webs to pull. Just as the Green Goblin gets back up, he is once again slammed into a wall by Spider-Man, and is repeatedly punched until the Green Goblin surrenders.

The villain takes off his mask revealing himself as Norman Osborn. You were shocked, but what shocked you the most was the fact that he called Spider-Man “Peter”. You squinted further and could see a few features that belonged to Peter, but something else about him threw you off entirely. His large body seemed to be jam packed into that bodysuit, highlighting his rotund belly and semi big pecks. You couldn’t help but blush at the sight of the newly added weight on his ass as well.

As the Green Goblin was speaking, his hoverboard was sent flying behind Peter, luckily his spidey senses knew it was coming, and he was able to jump out of the way just in time before the Norman Osborn was impaled and utter out his last words.

“Don’t tell Harry,” he said weakly, his torso falling down on the hoverboard.

You slowly stood up on uneasy feet, stumbling back against a wall. Peter walked over to you, eyes wide in shock as he touched the mask, realizing now that his cover is blown.

You held your ribcage as you looked at him straight in the eyes.

“Don’t worry,” You said in a hoarse voice. “I won’t say anything.”

Peter walks over to You, his fingertips peeking out of the ripped gloves as they brushed against your cut and bloodied face. He pulls You into his heavyset body, the warmth and weight of his belly pressed up against you was enough to make You stifle a moan, but given the current situation and location now wouldn’t probably be the time to mention anything to him.

“Please… just take me home,” You muttered in his ear.

Peter only nodded, holding You closer to his body before swinging on a newly projected web strand.

• • •

Queens, along with all of New York, wasn’t the same after the reign of the Green Goblin. Some compared it to the likes of the September 11th attacks, some compared it to something out of a Batman comic book villain, and some just wanted to forget about the whole thing ever happening.

Curfews were set by the police department upon students ranging from high school to below. You were stuck inside longer than usual, since your boss cut off some of your hours, and You had more time on your hands, and spending more time at home has already become a tedious task.

It was nearly thirty minutes before curfew when You came walking back from the bus stop. You had come back from another day worth of talk about the Green Goblin, but nothing about Spider-Man saving all those people in the Roosevelt gondola, or even saving Mary-Jane. And then the thought of Peter crept back into your mind, something you’ve been trying hard to fight off.

He hadn’t been to school in nearly a week, and maybe it’s for the best. After what Peter had went through these past few weeks is something nobody should go through, but there he was saving New York City with all the strength he could put into it, and thankfully it was all worth it.

You were shocked to see Peter standing outside of your apartment building. The only way You could make him out, however, was by the facial features on the plump face. Another thing that caught You off guard was how much weight he had gained, overgrowing the last time You saw him.

“Hey, Peter,” You said with a smile. “What are you doing here?.”

Peter smiled back, his chubby cheeks causing his eyes to squint a little. “I just came here to talk to you, about everything that’s been going on, with us, with me, with this.”

He gestured his tightly packed belly under his shirt. You tried to hide the blush creeping in.

“Listen, Peter, I know that things haven’t been easy lately, but you know I’m not the type of person who goes around gossiping just for the attention of it.”

“I know, but it’s not about that, it’s about keeping my loved ones safe from ever getting hurt by my enemies-”

“Spider-Man’s enemies,” You interjected. “Peter I don’t think you’re understanding what’s been happening with me and I don’t think I can hide it anymore. Ever since that night we went out, I developed some feelings for you, feelings I know that we will get shunned by, but I gotta tell you that meeting you was probably the best thing to happen to me all year.”

Peter stayed quiet for a moment, his confused eyes looking for a response.

“But I’m not the same person you fell in love with before,” Peter said.

“I don’t care if you’re secretly Spider-Man, and I don’t care if you weigh three hundred pounds, I’m still gonna be in love with the guy that’s different from all the rest,” You said, staring Peter straight in the eye as to drive you point across. “I love you, Peter.”

Peter’s breath hitched as soon as You said that. His belly heaved up and down as he was breathing rapidly. You stepped closer, your hand snaking around his soft waist, his belly pressed up against your stomach as You pulled him in for a kiss, pressing his belly even further towards your body.

Peter’s chubby hand brushes through your (h/c) hair as he leans into the kiss. His hands wrap around your shoulders as your other hand gently brushes against his belly, coming to rest on those lush love handles. Both of your tongues battled for dominance, with yours sliding into his mouth with ease. Peter’s hands gently glide down your back, coming to rest just inches above your ass.

You two separate, gasping for air as Peter smiles.

“I didn’t think you’d still love me being this way, I tried to control it, but the hunger and the dart got the better of me and-”

“Wait a minute, what dart?.” You asked.

Peter sighed heavily. “Well, before I… killed… Norman - the Green Goblin? - I was hit by a dart filled with a strange green fluid. I figured it was from the Green Goblin, because of how familiar it looked like those grenades. At first I didn’t know what it was exactly, but later on I guessed it affected my metabolism in a huge way.”

He glances down at his belly, his hand rested at the top. You gently laid your hand on his belly, the warmth coming off him like a radiator, and gently rubbed a small circle on it.

“I never thought of you as a chubby chaser,” Peter teased, grabbing your other hand to rest on his belly. “Then again, I’ve had my fair share of secrets too.” He said in a cocky tone.

Your face was now cherry red. “Shut up,” You chuckled. “And I never knew it took gaining weight to drive you wild.”

“Maybe we should take this upstairs?.” Peter said in a flirty voice.

“Maybe Thursday, my parents come home late and the curfew is almost here, don’t want to get in trouble with the cops, especially when everyone needs their Spider-Man to save the day.” You said, kissing his forehead.

“It’s a date then,” Peter said, kissing You back.

#marvel #peter parker #weight gain fiction #male weight gain #chubby!peterparker #marvel fanfiction #belly #pizza time #sam rami #spiderman #sam rami Spiderman #x reader #x male reader #toby maguire

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thebibliomancer · 11 days

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Earth X #7

Hulk’s the strongest of the verse, you know him well

He’s finally back to kick some tail!

Iiiiii still don’t know why the Hulk is a gorilla now.

The opening two-page spreads that recap people on Hulk stuff tries to explain it as the Celestial seed in Bruce absorbing so much gamma radiation that it wanted to be independent.

But that doesn’t really work when Bruce needs Hulk to see and Hulk seems to do anything Bruce wants. The two are more dependent than they were in one body.

The opening Hulk explanation also debunks the idea that Hulk’s different personas were any kind of Disassociate Identity Disorder thing. Nope, Bruce’s mental health has nothing to do with it according to Earth X. It’s always just been a result of Hulk absorbing more and more gamma over time.

Let’s just say that’s one ball from Earth X the main verse won’t pick up and run with.

Earth X! It’s Bad Future! There’s a mind control squid and a mind control kid causing a fuss! Humanity has mutated due to reasons unknown but probably not Reed Richard’s fault! The Avengers are dead, the Fantastic Four is disbanded, and the X-Men are all circus performers! Iron Man hides from the world! Thor has been rule 63’d by Loki! Peter Parker is retired but his daughter is Venom! Hulk and Bruce went to see Sorcerer Supreme Clea to visit Mar-Vell in the Realm of Death to ask why Bruce keeps dreaming about him!

There’s a lot going on! Much of it is a mess!

Also, last issue blind Uatu the Watcher bullied Aaron Stack Machine Man into erasing his own brain.

This causes some trouble because Aaron was one of the comic’s narrators and now he has zero interest in anything going on and has to be cajoled by Uatu to still work as his seeing eye robot.

After the six preceding issues where Aaron always had an opinion on things, it’s chilling to have narration that’s now just matter of fact strict recitation of the facts.

You’re a dick, Uatu.

I’m going to get the appendix stuff out of the way now. The stuff that explains in brief what several not-appearing characters are up to.

Doc Sampson: he was the Skull’s therapist when the kid was just a normal kid. Unfortunately, therapy made the Skull’s powers manifest, unleashing the psychic pulse that took out every other psychic in the world. And when his power let him take control of Sampson, the Skull forced him to turn himself inside out, for laughs. That’s not really a survivable process.

General Ross: his crusade against the Hulk eventually escalated to the point where he wiped out a town, wrongly believing the Hulk was hiding there. He was court martialed, because yeah, and killed himself.

The Leader: he was psychic. The Skull’s awakening killed him.

Abomination: he irradiated Betty Ross until she died of it. Instead of killing him back, Bruce somehow cured him of being the Abomination.

Uatu figures that Bruce must have accidentally removed the Celestial seed from Blonsky, meaning there was nothing to allow gamma mutation to take place. And he seems glad Bruce never figured out how he did it because that could really derail the Celestials’ plan.

Nighthawk: apparently at some point he got prophecy eyes from Mephisto and he’s been driven insane by upcoming events.

Gargoyle: Lives with Nighthawk and writes down his insane ramblings. Including a bit that says Captain America’s attempt to gather an army to fight the Skull is doomed to failure. Thanks for the spoiler, jerk.

One last interesting tidbit that Uatu mentions is that though the Skull is an important part of the Celestials’ plans, the mass empowering event happened two hundred years early and Uatu has no idea if things are off the rails or if he just lost the plot.

Anyway.

Last issue, Reed Richards retrieved a Cerebro from the abandoned X-Mansion.

He teleports to New York and is reunited with Ben after all this time.

That’s nice.

Of course, Reed being Reed, he’s not here to reconnect with his best pal. He’s on a mission and he needs some notes he left with Ben.

Reed has a Cerebro but you need to be a little psychic to use Cerebro, some of the times. Reed isn’t psychic but at some point he took extensive notes on Charles Xavier’s brain.

So with the notes, Reed can just

Stretch his mind. To use Cerebro.

(I don’t know for sure but I think Earth X is the first to explicitly say that Xavier’s mutation was a physical change in his brain. So Earth X gets a tally for things that inspire the 616 because Red Skull later grafts Xavier’s brain to his own to get psychic powers.)

Meanwhile, over at the Sanctum Sanctorum, Thor has joined this side of the plot between issues with no explanation.

And Clea creates a portal to the Realm of Death which Bruce sends Hulk through.

In the past times I’ve seen Death’s Realm, it’s been a rather generic wasteland. In Earth X, it’s a ruined looking New York and the inhabitants are in inverted colors and horizontally flipped?

They act out what they were doing before death and seem unaware they’re dead.

Aside from the people we already knew were dead, there’s also She-Hulk. Meaning there’s nothing left to save from the Hydra. That’s sad.

Also, Phoenix is here but Jean is alive? Odd.

Hulk doesn’t find Mar-Vell but he does find Dr Strange’s dead astral form.

He tells Hulk/Bruce not to say anything. Then he reads the letter Hulk is carrying and tells Bruce that Mar-Vell is on his way to see him.

But that Bruce is in danger! Because the one that betrayed and killed him was Clea!

Dangit, Clea!

Although that does explain why she tried to get Hulk to turn back when he was getting close to Strange.

Thor rushes into the portal to retrieve Hulk when Clea warns that he may get trapped in Death’s Realm forever. And Bruce accidentally lets Clea know he knows when he begs Thor not to leave him alone with Clea.

Surprise, Clea and Loki are in cahoots. Kissing cahoots.

I have no idea how this ties into the mass empowering event, the Celestial plan, the impending destruction of Earth, the Inhumans looking for their missing prince, the Skull, or Hydra.

We now just have a Loki plot on top of all that.

And weirdly, ghost Strange suggests that Loki’s scheming may save Earth despite himself.

What a tangled web of plot and subplot.

Elsewhere, the Skull’s army arrives outside New York… oh, I’m sorry, New New York.

I don’t remember if a previous issue called the city New New York. And this issue came out a couple months after Futurama’s debut.

There’s a slim but non-zero chance that Earth X copied Futurama.

Wild.

And seven issues in, plotlines converge as Captain America and the circus X-Men Cyclops was training all arrive at Ben Grimm’s place.

I have to wonder what Cap’s plan is. He came up with one between issues and sent the circus performers to Cyclops for training and then booked it back to New New York.

How do you beat a kid that can mind control tens of thousands without any real effort? Reed could probably make a doodad. If he has Xavier’s brain on file, maybe he has Magneto’s helmet schematics?

Cap, please talk to Reed while you’re here.

#earth x #liveblog #captain america #the thing #hulk #Clea #Loki #Thor #Dr Strange #mr fantastic

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all-pacas · 10 months

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ok ok ok just for fun: if i were to reboot spider-man into the modern era. not a remix, just adapting the 60s cast and setting into a modern one.

A lot stays the same! Uncle Ben, Parker financial anxiety. Instead of Spider-Man trying to get famous and on TV, Peter at first chases fame online, all over Youtube doing stunts and showing off before transitioning into heroics. Mary Jane cameos here: she’s a pretty well known TikTok influencer, so we get an early cameo of her reacting to one of his videos. This leads to JJ’s original distaste for Spider-Man, and his original bad reputation: he’s considered a glory hound, he’s only stopping criminals for the views.

Peter is still the slightly standoffish social outcast/nerd. He was honestly a bit of a jerk in his early comics, kind of resentful and feeling like he deserved better. In the reboot, he thinks he’s better and smarter than his peers. He thinks Flash and Liz are vapid showoffs and he’s smarter. Flash is still a bullying jerk, but Peter also openly thinks he’s better. Similar dynamic to/with Johnny Storm, and as Peter gets over himself a little and becomes more heroic, both relationships soften a bit.

College! Harry tends to be adapted as really “cool” and I disagree. Harry is a loser. He is a rich trust fund loser. He looks like he has it all and is super privileged, but he’s actually really cripplingly shy and anxious and awkward. He and Peter hit it off over nerd crap, and Harry opens up to him, leading to their friendship.

Gwen is really cold and standoffish at first. She’s sort of “perfect,” comes off as a bit haughty and better than. But she and Harry are old friends and run in similar “rich and influential” circles, and her genuine warmth and friendship with Harry is an early sign she’s a nice person; she warms to Peter through him. She comes off as aloof because her dad is chief of police and she’s often getting dragged into the politics and blame that comes from “my dad is THE number one cop in New York,” and she loves her dad even if she maybe has more complicated feelings about his job and influence. She’s tired of having to live with all the assumptions that come with it and wants her own life. She and Peter can bond over having high expectations for themselves and wanting more out of life, despite not knowing quite what “more” is. Gwen has big plans and is very ambitious.

Mary Jane is a huge influencer; online she’s known only as MJ, so when May starts talking about setting Peter up with “Mary Jane” he’s like lol no. He’s heard of her from his glory seeking internet fame days and they even had a brief social media interaction or two, so he’s smitten when they do meet… only to quickly decide she’s too shallow and fame obsessed and silly — she wants to turn her social media savvy into being an actress, imagine! He still likes her as a friend and they get along great, but he’s like yeah, not dating her.

MJ for her part is much more ambivilant to Spidey than she acts online, because… she knows he’s Peter. And, as in the comics, she is not sure what to think of someone who acts so differently in a mask than unmasked. Which part is the act? Slowly she realizes that there is no act and it’s all Peter. She’s highly ambitious but because she feels like all she has to offer are her looks; she likes the adulation that comes of influencing but is so driven because she’s sure it’ll end and wants to get as much as she can before it does. She’s driven by her insecurities.

Gwen dies, Mary Jane and Peter start dating, Harry has his series of breakdowns and marries Liz. Peter and MJ have a courthouse wedding, and around the time the Clone Saga happened… instead, we introduce Miles. (Sorry, Ben). Now instead of Peter retiring and being replaced by his clone, he meets and is initially wary of Miles — after all, no one but him and only him can take care of New York (due to Peter’s immense guilt/responsibility complex). But slowly Miles and Peter bond, and Peter becomes more comfortable with sharing his responsibilities and being a mentor instead of his usual loner self.

Mary Jane does transition to actress in a similar arc as the comics: she tries Hollywood, but realizes she’s only a stunt cast, and moves to off-off-broadway and finds real success and pleasure in smaller, better shows. She is the breadwinner of the home, and still maintains some social media but mostly steps back. Not because she doesn’t still like it, but just because she doesn’t need the constant validation to prove she’s not worthless anymore.

Mayday is NOT kidnapped, and Peter’s new status-quo as a father allows him to step back and let Miles have more of the spotlight, while still remaining an active character/hero. Also because I really like her, Peter and Mary Jane’s next child is Annie. IDK, Peter really does just come off as a Girl Dad, yanno?

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wallcravvler · 10 months

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This has been rattling around in my head for like a week, and I just find myself needing to write this down. And what is THIS, exactly? Well, I'll tell you! This, here, is a meta post on Peter Parker & how he projects his feelings of guilt onto things. Which I'll put under a read more for reasons (aka it's HELLA long)

So, I wanna start by saying that Peter is a very private person when it comes to certain affairs. For instance, as far as I know from reading the comics, he's never told anyone about the night Gwen died. The only people who know are those who were involved in the matter, with some notable exceptions, those being Ben Reilly and Kaine Parker as well as Jessica Drew, Ben and Kaine are exceptions because they're literally Peter and thus, have his memories. And Jessica knows because he told her (as said by Jessica herself during Spider-Gwen volume 2, issue #3) she even tells Gwen "Jeez. Which jerk told YOU about the bridge?"

What I'm getting at is that Peter usually doesn't talk these things out, if other heroes know, it's not because he told them. It's because they figured it out. Peter internalizes these things and, in a way, keeps traumatizing himself, he replayed Gwen's death so many times that he effectively invented a way to save people who are falling and not risk killing or harming them.

Two big examples come, of course, from Norman's hands. He tried it twice after Gwen, one with MJ and another time with Anna Maria Marconi, and Peter's inner monologue says "Practiced this a thousand times, where to latch on to someone... How much counter-force to use reeling them in. At this point, I could do it in my sleep... Because I'm determined never to relieve old nightmares."

This is just one example, another one is how he projects all his feelings regarding Gwen onto Earth-65s Gwen. During the Sin-Eater storyline, he texted Gwen and when they have a chance to talk he tells her, "Look, I know you're not MY Gwen Stacy, and I'm not your Peter Parker. I get that. But right now? Right now, I just really need to know what she would want me to do-- And you are the closest I can get to having an answer." This right here is the best example I have of how he works. With E-65! Gwen he's projecting all his feelings of shame and regret but more importantly his love and guilt. Pete is determined to never face another Gwen situation again, and for the most part he follows through on it.

Yet another instance of him projecting his feelings is when he failed to save J. Jonah's wife, Marla. He made this whole vow saying "Whenever I'm around, wherever I am… No one dies!". As y'all can see, he's projecting his guilt onto saving EVERYBODY, even though it's not realistic.

What I'm trying to say with this wall of text is that Peter carries around a massive amount of guilt for his failures, sure, he uses them to motivate himself, to be better, to avoid a repeat of that situation, but he doesn't process these things in a healthy way! There’s no way to even go into the topic in a way that doesn’t make him sound like, at best, someone who needs constant therapy. He just doesn't talk about it willingly, he only brings these things up when he's under extreme stress (Sin-Eater, saving Anna Maria, etc) or when he's forced to.

#( That's A Real Spider Fact ; Accept No Substitues | Headcanon )#( META )#Long post tw

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☕️ + Ben Grimm, the ever lovin blue yeed thing

An icon for a reason. The Fantastic Four have a strange "elder statesmen" role in the comics nowadays, typically seen as the universally respected OGs other heroes get compared to or have to consult. And Aunt Petunia's favorite nephew is in a strange position there of basically going from where the mutants are always perpetually stuck—hated and feared, seen as a dangerous, inhuman monster—to a guy people stop on the street so he could take a picture with their kids. And that's largely because of his elder statesman position, one he gained A) through proximity to the rest of the fantastic four, who are much more obviously human, and B) through having rivalries with people who are like him but are ACTUALLY dangerous inhuman monsters like the Hulk. His antagonistic relationship with such people position him as their antitheses in a way that benefits the public's perception of him. Think all the times writers have Captain America punch guy-who's-like-Cap-but-racist to demonstrate how VERY MUCH he's NOT like them—Ben being the Hulk's go-to rival does the same thing in the eyes of Marvel's public.

He's got a kind of unique perspective on the whole super-hero thing. He's seen the public at their worst and most hateful in a way that plenty of Marvel heroes have (Hulk, X-men, Peter Parker, the Runaways) but is accepted (and beloved!) enough to be positioned as much less of a radical than such heroes typically are. Hell, even Cap or Iron Man get positioned as enemies to establishment structures more often than him. At the same time, his background means he has a much easier time relating to the more publicly feared heroes in Marvel—he can party with the x-men while Reed and Xavier are feuding, he can end fights with the hulk with hot dogs and theological debates while other heroes are trying with everything they have to imprison Banner. He's the outsider on the inside, so he gets to have much more nuanced relationships with people in nearly every public position. That nuance is made all the better by him having one of the more fleshed-out personalities of the early heroes—hot-headed but quick to reconcile, often a jerk but more often a genuinely caring dude, boisterous and loud while sometimes incredibly insecure. It makes for great interactions and relationships.

I also like how arguably even more than other members of the fantastic four, he is inundated with comic book bullshit. Sure, Torch might have dated an alien or two—but he didn't marry a supervillain's daughter and raise two aliens from warring species as his adopted kids*. Susan might have worked for SHIELD—but she doesn't have half her colleagues and a good deal of her enemies on tap for weekly poker nights. He almost becomes a structural pillar of the Marvel universe's conceit—a walking bridge of connections between what should be totally and tonally unrelated characters.

Man, I should read more Thing stuff. I got myself excited just thinking about him.

*'That's not unique to Ben, what about Reed's Future Foundation?' Reed barely looks at the Future Foundation. The reason the members keep changing in-between titles is that he routinely drops them off to explore an alien world and forgets they existed, and not all of them make it back. I'm 100% sure Tong and her brothers had to figure out a way out of the negative zone on their own three times by now. Talk to me when Reed becomes a committed father to an alien.

#ask game #leo says #ben grimm #fantastic four

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Currently reading through the spiderpool blog and just finished the civil war era. That alternate timeline where Pete is an assassin, of course we know Ben is alive but what happens to that version Ben and May? I wonder if they know what he is doing and if they are still even apart of his life.

oh, anon. anon... it's a sad little tale,, it's a sad little story. i do imagine that this specific peter parker pursues his career of fame and fortune, and becomes vain and horrible. a real "talk to my agent!" kind of asshole.

and initially, he still cares for uncle ben and aunt may. they're the only two people in the world who loved him properly. but... but. fame goes to his head. the old cliché. he's making bank, and – there's less urgency for him to stay to support aunt may because uncle ben's still around, so, peter kind of goes his own way. very quickly he can afford his own apartment by doing tv deals and very quickly he's signed on for a movie deal. he is hot shit.

of course all of that fame and being so busy and being so secretive and spider-man's identity still being a secret to the public and to ben and may means that he ultimately grows distant from may and ben. he skips school to pursue fame, doesn't think he needs it. and i mean, the guy hates high school. it's a living hell for him. he's given an out - of course he'll take it. he doesn't graduate high school. doesn't get a college education. doesn't tell uncle ben and aunt may because obviously they wouldn't endorse him dropping out of school.

they wouldn't get it. they wouldn't understand. he becomes a mystery to them. they don't know where he goes, what's going on with him. he's barely home and then he, so very quietly, moves out with all the money he's made.

fame is fickle, though, and - spider-man doesn't capture peoples hearts for the long-term. spider-man doesn't inspire heroism in this world. he doesn't waste his effort on selfless deeds. he doesn't become a heroic figure. hence why wade doesn't join weapon x.

the spider-man of this turn of events doesn't amount to more than a quick cash-grab, and the people are over him so quickly. people who worked with him realise he's kind of a jerk, and isn't even pulling in money anymore. spider-man becomes a has-been before he even reaches his twenties.

so, this spider-man lives alone - can't face uncle ben and aunt may because he's quickly realising that yeah. he made the wrong choice. he dug his grave, and he has to lay in it. he's a drop-out, and he feels like peter parker is entirely worthless. he can barely look at himself in the mirror. at least as spider-man he has some power. some reputation. something. peter parker? peter parker disappeared off the face of the planet some years ago, and nobody knows who or where he is. peter parker is dead and neglected. there's no future for peter parker. so he builds a life with the skills that he has, as spider-man. he does what he's good at. becomes hired muscle. becomes hired muscle for anyone that can pay his rates. those are usually bad guys.

he falls deeper and deeper into that rabbit hole. and the further he falls, the harder it is for him to conceive he could ever come back to uncle ben and aunt may and have them welcome and accept him, with all the mistakes he's made.

unfortunately, in this particular timeline - as bex and i'd plotted it out for the alt!verse fic where wade winds up trapped with this sad, isolated peter parker - it still takes uncle ben dying to destroy peter's barricades and have him finally reach out to aunt may, in his way. first distantly offering her financial support before he, after months, eventually gains the courage to face her. and she can see the scars on his face.

i think it kind of universally takes uncle ben dying for peter to learn "great power great responsibility" - not as peter interprets or misinterprets it, but... the loss of uncle ben meaning peter recognising he has a responsibility to the people around him. he can't disappear from it. he can't isolate himself from it. when uncle ben passes, he finds out he has a responsibility to aunt may. that's kind of the whole thing, that's what great responsibility is. him filling uncle ben's shoes.

i think that's something i'm obsessed with - that peter knows that the loss of uncle ben means he needs to step up and fill ben's shoes, but he's still not entirely sure what it means. what he has to do to be able to fill that void that's left empty by ben's absence. what ben meant. what manhood means.

great responsibility is about manhood, and looking after the people you love. it's not - it's not about what you owe the world.

i think peter unfortunately has to learn that lesson the hard way, every time.

but, eventually, at some point, peter comes home.

#sci speaks #meta #ask-spiderpool #alt!peter #thank you so much for rereading anon!!!

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underburningstars · 2 years

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Sequel to Mafia tony x florist Peter, where Mafia tony assigned his men to secretly watch over their florist queen Peter. Quinten beck came back and harassed Peter to be with him again

Here you go anon!

Part One

on ao3

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Pairing : Tony Stark/Peter Parker

Tags : Mob Boss Tony Stark, Florist Peter Parker, Beck being a jerk

TW : Attempted s*xual assault

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When Peter first started dating Tony, he knew what he was getting into. Dating an extremely dangerous man had its repercussions.

But he didn't know up to what extent until he was almost kidnapped. Since then, Tony always has someone around him. At first, Peter felt a little uncomfortable about always having someone watching over him. But Tony promised that he would never even notice it.

And he didn't. Peter always carried on with his day and whatever person was watching him were hiding really good. Most of the times Peter even forgot about them.

Peter entered the flower shop and was greeted by Karen. His shop was now much bigger now, another perk of dating Tony Stark, and peter couldn't handle it alone.

Karen was nice girl, bright and eager to help. They immediately struck a good friendship. There weren't many big orders that day so after lunch time, he and Karen closed the shop and went for ice cream. A treat for being handle the previous day's rush.

He was sitting on a table at 'Ben and Jerry's' while Karen was ordering for them. Suddenly his phone chimed up. He saw a message from an unknown number that made him frown.

Peter put the phone down and groaned.

"What's wrong?" Karen asked as she sat beside him.

"My ex just texted me." Peter mumbled.

"The one you almost took the last name of?" she frowned.

"Yes. That very one." Peter laughed softly. The way Karen refused to call Beck his ex-fiancé always never failed to make him laugh.

"Ugh, really. Why? What did he want?"

"To talk." Peter scoffed. "Let's not talk about him. I want to enjoy this day off and talking about him is ruining the day."

"Okay. And you know I'm thinking of adopting a cat. You have any experience."

Peter didn't think of Beck again and forgot to tell Tony about it. He later realized that he should have.

After that the messages became more and more frequent. No matter how many numbers Peter blocked, Beck still managed to text him. The messages were all about how Beck apparently missed him, how they should talk, how Beck wanted everything to be the same as before.

Among all this, not once did Beck say sorry. Peter was so fucking done with his bullshit. He knew Tony could solve the issue. But he didn’t want Tony to over react.

No matter how much Tony kept his Mafia life and Peter separated, he knows that Tony has killed people. He doesn't want to wake up one day just to hear Beck's dead and know that it was by his boyfriend's hands.

After a while, the messages stopped coming. And Peter relaxed a bit.

Peter was alone at the shop since Karen had taken a day off. It was a slow day and most of the time Peter just scrolled through his instagram and for a while talked to Tony.

Hearing the bell chime he looked up to greet the customer but he stopped short seeing who was here.

"Beck, what are you doing here?" Peter asked in a cold tone.

But Beck didn't pay attention to that, "Hey, baby."

"Don't," Peter warned, "call me that. What are you doing here?"

"I missed you." Beck made his voice as miserable as he could, "I miss you so much, Peter. Come back to me."

Honestly, Peter could see why he fell for Beck's lies before. He was a damn good actor.

"Why? Did that person dump you too? The one you fucked behind my back."

"Peter, no! It was-it was a mistake and there's nothing anymore. You have to believe me." Beck's voice was filled with faux desperation.

"You know? Even after everything you did, huh never apologized to me. Not even once." Peter was getting sick of Beck's bullshit and just wanted to go home to Tony.

"It's not like you've apologized either."

"Excuse me?"

"Yeah, it's not like it was all my fault. If you hadn't been so boring then I wouldn't have gone to other people. But it's not like I don't want to marry you. I do. And let's be honest, since your uncle died you've been pretty messed up. Who else would bother to tolerate you other than me?"

"My boyfriend. He would bother to tolerate me." Beck looked shocked hearing that. "If you had so many problems with me than why propose in the first place? And why have you come back?"

"You have a boyfriend?"

"Really? That's what you're going to ask?" Peter couldn’t believe him.

"Yes, tell me. You actually have a boyfriend?"

"Yes Beck. I have a boyfriend. And I'm telling you this from the bottom of my heart that please fuck off."

Beck ignored him and laughed out, "You already have a boyfriend, huh? You're such a filthy slut. What? You couldn't live without your hole being fucked. Being filed up."

"Beck stop." Peter told him, eyes getting teared up.

"Or what? Are you going to cry? So what if I had fucked someone else? Why does that matter? I came home to you didn't I? You know," Beck stalked closer and gripped Peter's hand tightly, "You're such a fucking whore. Do you suck your boyfriend's dick as good as you sucked mine?"

"Back off Beck. Let me go." Peter tried to free his hand but Beck was too strong.

"You asked me why I came back right? I came back because I wanted to fuck your wet little mouth again. Do you still make noises like before when you're bent over, taken from behind?" Beck pushed his hand inside Peter's shirt, "Does he fuck you as good as I did?" he was trying to push Peter onto his knees when the bell chimes indicating someone's entrance.

"Business's closed." Beck mutters.

"And who are you to say that?" hearing Tony's voice Peter immediately perked up.

"Tony!" Beck was distracted with looking at Tony and Peter used the chance to push him off and ran straight into Tony's arms.

Abruptly, Beck's eyes widened and he staggered back, "You're Tony Stark."

He didn't give Beck time to say anything as he pulled Peter out quickly. Outside the shop Bucky and Clint were standing next to a van. Tony told them something that made them run inside but Peter couldn’t focus on his surroundings.

By the time he came back to himself, they were in one of Tony’s cars, most probably driving to Tony's mansion, with him sitting on Tony's lap.

Tony was stroking his hair and mumbling sweet nothing. Peter looked up at him, "I'm sorry."

"Hmm? What for honey?" Tony asked.

"For not telling you about Beck when he first started troubling me. I should have told you."

"You should have." Tony agreed, "But I can understand why you didn't. People don't really expect their exes to turn out like this. Specially, one they dated for so long."

"What are you going to do to him?"

"Just make sure he doesn't trouble you any more."

Peter didn't ask more. He just laid back on Tony's chest and drifted away.

#starker #tony stark #peter parker #tony stark x peter parker #tony x peter #peter x tony #peter parker x tony stark #marvel #mcu #avengers #ironman #iron man #spiderman #spideriron #ao3 #fanfiction

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links-destiny · 2 years

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in your most recent post you said you had a spidersona??? How did i miss that-

Uhhh here is a invite to info dump about them if you want and also maybe add a ref sheet >:]

YAY FOR RAMBLING! ^ ^)

- Honestly, Dante's supposed to be portrayed as a bit of a jerk, or at least someone who might say or think the wrong thing a lot, whether it'd be calling Quentin a pretentious snob, thinking Peter is a basic nerd, or saying he's lesser than his friends.

- Dante gets bitten by the experiment, S441, a genetically enhanced spider that was tended by Peter Parker and Gwyn Stacy.

- So I wouldn't call Dante the most enthusiastic hero. Most of his thoughts consists of trying to comprise between saving others, but also not throwing away everything he studied hard for. It was unfair that these responsibilities were thrown into his care at this time.

- While he's living at the dorms of the prestigious college of ESU, his dormmates are Aleksei, Quentin, Max, and Gwyn. Three of which become future villains in their ways. Considering how they all turned out, Dante feels personally responsible, as if he had allowed them to fall towards the path of being criminals.

- During the early days of being the Diamond Spider, his mother is hospitalized from a shooting incident though she ends up being saved by this universe's Ben Parker who tragically died. Dante decides to hunt down the criminal who did it. He doesn't end up killing him, can't when he realizes that he's just a grieving and scared kid. He fears that certain urge of having blood on his hands.

- He has natural spider webbing. He's an artist, not an engineer. There's no way he's creating web shooter tech on his own. That being said, he also has pheromones. While he's not entirely aware of how much intense influence he has over the emotions of others, it's good for confusing a villain in a tight pinch if he's probably fearing for his own life and others.

#Marvel #MCU #Spider-Man AU #Spidersona AU #ITSV #Into The Spiderverse #Diamond Spider #Dante D'Angelo #Diamond-verse #Links-Destiny Art #Link's askbox #Request

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sheerfreesia007 · 2 years

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Webhead Chronicles #12

Title: Webhead Chronicles #12

Fandom: The Amazing Spiderman

Pairing: Peter Parker x OFC!

Author: @sheerfreesia007

Words: 2,359

Warnings: Fluff

Permanent Tag List: @paintballkid711, @fioccodineveautunnale, @phoenixhalliwell, @linkpk88, @weirdowithnobeardo, @athalien

Author Notes: These two are so love dumb for each other I’m loving it. Feedback is always appreciated!

Gif Credit: @theetribrid

Peter groaned loudly as he heard his alarm blaring loudly in his ear at max volume, the anger from being woken up clouded his mind as he quickly emerged from his blanket cocoon and slammed his hand onto his alarm clock. Effectively smashing it to pieces that flew about the room as he covered himself with his blanket. Peter fell back asleep not long after as the warmth and darkness of his blanket covered him.

It wasn’t until about an hour later that he woke up again as he heard Aunt May moving around in the kitchen. Sitting up in the bed he yawned widely as he looked around his room frowning as May’s movement was so loud in his ear it was as if she was in his room with him. Getting up from the bed he stumbled towards the bathroom and grimaced as he felt paper stick to the bottom of his feet. Flicking his feet back and forth he groaned softly as the paper only came off half of his foot.

When he stood in front of the mirror he blinked rapidly a few times noticing that his normally blurry vision was crystal clear. His eyebrows furrowed as he stared at himself silently wondering why his eyesight was now perfect. Sighing softly he picked up his toothbrush and toothpaste and pressed on the toothpaste tube. His head whipped up as the toothpaste shot out of the tube and onto the mirror, the light green blob was smack dab in the middle of the mirror. Shrugging his shoulders Peter brushed his toothbrush through the blob until there was some on the brush before tilting his head down to look at the sink. Gripping the faucet knob he turned it but the knob broke off in his hand, water sprayed all over him waking him up from his still sleepy state.

He turned from the sink, still holding his brush and the faucet knob in his hands, to reach for the towel that was hanging on the wall on the bar. Just as he moved to pull the towel from the bar the whole bar came off the wall causing Peter to jerk with surprise. He stared down at his hands in surprise before dumping the knob, towel and the bar into the sink to try and cover the spraying faucet. Once that was done he reached out for the door knob to go back into his bedroom to tell Uncle Ben about what happened. As he began to pull the door after turning the knob the door knob came off the handle in his hand and he groaned loudly at his predicament.

Going to the opposite door he gently placed his fingertips around the knob and gently at a snail’s pace turned the door knob and opened the door so that he could slip out of the room. When he turned around Aunt May was right in front of him and he jerked back against the bathroom door in surprise.

“Peter, are you alright? You look a little pale?” she asked gently as she reached up and caressed his face as her eyebrows pulled down in concern.

“I’m okay, Aunt May. I have to call Ev, I need her to shut the water off to the sink in my bathroom I managed to break the knob somehow, and the towel bar on the wall, and the door knob.” he began to rattle off and Aunt May’s eyes widened with each mention of his destruction. “But don’t worry! I’m going to fix it all, I just need her help.” he reassured her quickly. Aunt May furrowed her brows at him when suddenly there was rapid knocking on the front door from downstairs. Peter stared at Aunt May who rolled her eyes with a gentle smile as they both realized that the only person who would knock like that was Ev.

“Did you already call her?” Aunt May asked incredulously as her smile morphed into a grin and Peter shook his head at her quickly. “Goodness you’re acting very odd Peter.” she huffed at him softly before moving down the hallway to the stairs where she shook her head in fondness as the knocking instantly stopped. “You can come in, Evalyn I can see you.” Aunt May said warmly.

“You sure? It’s bad manners to just walk into someone’s house.” Ev said as she no doubt opened the door and began walking in making Peter grin softly at her before shaking his head.

“Get up here Ev! I need your help!” Peter called and Ev quickly walked up the stairs only stopping at the landing to give Aunt May a warm hug and kiss on the cheek.

“Good Morning Aunt May.” she said as she passed her to walk over to Peter who was still standing in front of the bathroom door holding his toothbrush. With a raised eyebrow she smirked at Peter. “Did you forget to brush your teeth or something?” she asked teasingly and Peter scoffed at her before gently turning the doorknob to show her the destroyed bathroom.

The bathroom was revealed to her and Peter watched as her eyes widened as she took in the scene. She quickly ducked in and turned the valve to shut the water off, getting sprayed by in the process making her hair stick to her forehead and the top of her t-shirt stick to her skin. Peter’s eyes danced up and down her frame as he took in her outfit, a simple purple shirt with gold gears dotting the whole shirt, and a pair of black shorts that seemed to fit her perfectly as his eyes grazed along the curve of her ass.

Suddenly Aunt May cleared her throat and Peter jerked backwards to see her standing by her bedroom door with her arms crossed and a knowing look on her face. Peter stared at her with wide eyes as he felt warmth creep up his neck, Aunt May shook her head gently at him as she smiled softly and Peter could feel the blush intensifying on his face.

“Just make sure everything is fixed before your Uncle Ben gets home okay?” she reminded him and Peter nodded his head at her quickly still feeling the blush heat his skin. She stepped into her bedroom quietly still with a soft smile on her face.

“What did Aunt May say?” Ev asked and Peter nearly fell backwards on his ass with the closeness of Ev as she looked up at him with a furrowed brow. “What’s wrong with you Parker?” she asked, concerned as her eyes danced up and down him trying to find out what was bothering him.

“C’mon, bedroom. We gotta talk.” he said firmly and Ev widened her eyes slightly before nodding her head and quickly walking into his bedroom. Peter followed her and gently closed his door part way leaving ajar knowing that Aunt May would be upset if he completely shut it with Ev in there.

Ev sprawled out on his bed with familiarity and Peter’s eyes caught the movement of her shirt rising to bare smooth skin to his eyes. Coughing lightly he turned and sat in the desk chair that was in the middle of the room. He turned the chair until he was facing Ev who had sat up in his bed and moved to sit with her back pressed against the wall.

“So how’d you break the sink?” she asked curiously and Peter sighed softly with relief that she was truly his best friend who could communicate with him without even trying.

“I don’t know.” Pete said honestly, making Ev huff at him. “I woke up this morning to my alarm blaring in my ear.” he began to explain.

“That’s not new.” Ev quipped and Peter glared at her as she laughed at him.

“Yeah well me smashing it to a million pieces is new.” Peter mentioned and Ev’s eyes instantly went to his end table to see that his alarm clock was decimated and only had the bottom piece laying on the table. Peter watched as she moved over to the remains of the alarm clock and picked it up to examine it. She also began to pick the pieces of it that had been laying in his bed and putting them all on the table.

“Oh my gosh, Pete. You destroyed it.” she said softly as she looked around his room, noticing the other pieces of the alarm clock scattered around the room.

“I didn’t mean to. Just like I didn’t mean to rip the handle off the faucet or the door.” Peter said softly and Ev’s eyes danced around his face quietly. Peter bit his lips suddenly worried that Ev would view him differently now that he seemed to acquire super strength. “Oh also, I no longer need glasses.” he added and watched as her eyes snapped up to his own.

“How many fingers am I holding up?” she asked suddenly and his eyes watched as she held up three fingers.

“Three.” he said simply and Ev stared at him wonder for a moment.

“So you got bit by a spider and now have perfect vision and super strength?” she asked incredulously and Peter gestured wildly with his hands around his body. “Pete…” she began and Peter cut her off quickly with a hand movement.

“I know it sounds crazy. It is crazy. But that little secret lab we were in had the symbol for my Dad’s zero decay rate algorithm all over it. He was working with Dr. Connors, the guy we went to OSCORP for? They were working on regenerative serums.” Peter began to explain and Ev shook her head at him as she began to think.

“So what? You’re going to be able to regrow your limbs if they get cut off now?!” she asked worriedly as she looked over at him.

“No, that’s what the serum would do. But the radioactive spiders would be useful to start that.” he tried to explain and easily saw that he had already lost her.

“So what does being bitten by the spider mean?” she asked, trying to sound like she understood what he was talking about. Peter smiled softly at her, appreciating her willingness to try to understand what he was talking about.

“I don’t know, I’d have to do more research on my Dad’s project.” he said. “Oh and I can hear like ten times better.” he said adding onto the list of things that had changed since yesterday.

“Okay, okay. First let me run down to the hardware store and get the stuff to fix the bathroom and doorknob. Then we’ll talk more about this spider thing.” she said as she shivered slightly at the mention of the spider that bit him. “Did you ever find the spider by the way?” she asked as an afterthought before jumping from the bed. She moved close to him and easily pushed him in his chair to check the back of his neck. Peter shivered as he felt her soft fingers prodding at the back of his neck, the connection making his mind race and fog up simultaneously as she continued to touch his neck tilting his head side to side. “The bit mark is gone. Like completely gone as if there wasn’t one.” she said in awe as her fingers grazed his skin some more making him shiver and jolt.

“Yeah I have the spider, it’s dead.” he said as he grabbed onto the little container he had stored the spider in. Ev reached over his shoulder and took the container from his hand before examining it closer.

“What are the weird markings on its back?” she asked curiously before handing it back to him.

“I’m not sure yet. But I’m hoping to find at least something about my Dad’s research on the internet.” he said easily as he shrugged his shoulders.

“Okay, you do some research and I’ll go get the stuff.” Ev said, sounding as if her mind was miles away. Suddenly Peter felt a tingle in the back of his brain and he instantly knew he had to grab Ev before she fell. Whirling in his chair he lunged forward and grabbed onto Ev’s waist as she stepped back and tripped over one of his shoes that was laying on the floor. Peter managed to twist and turn so that he was now sitting on the bed with Ev sprawled over his lap in his arms safely. Her hands held onto his shoulders as she stared up at him in shock.

“You also add a sort of sixth sense of danger to the list.” he said softly and Ev’s eyes widened slightly at his words.

Just then there was a knock on the door as Aunt May called out to Peter before the bedroom door opened and Aunt May stood in the doorframe staring at the two of them still on the bed wrapped in each other’s arms. Ev quickly stood from Peter’s lap and blushed deeply at being caught by Aunt May.

“I’m gonna go to the hardware store. I’ll be back.” Ev said quickly before rushing from his room. Peter groaned softly before hearing Aunt May laugh softly as she stared at him.

“You should tell her.” Aunt May said softly after they both heard Ev shut the front door as she exited the house.

“Tell her what?” Peter asked as he looked over at May. May just simply smiled at him with a soft knowing smile.

“You’ll figure it out eventually.” she replied cryptically and Peter looked at her with a furrowed brow as she turned around to leave his room. “You should clean up your room a little bit unless you want to keep catching Ev.” she said knowingly and Peter shook his head as she left his room. He had too much going on right now that he didn’t have time to try and figure out what May was talking about. Peter moved back to his desk chair and booted up his computer to start researching on the internet.

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