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lyssismagical · 2 years

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Peter Calls Tony “Dad” & Avengers Think Peter is Tony's Son

Hurt/Comfort

TW: None idk daddy issues, arguing, swearing a little, miscommunications

It’s a miscommunication.

Somewhere along the lines, Peter started thinking of Tony as his… father-figure. It’s not his fault, really, it’s Tony’s. Why would he do things like check over his homework, take him out for ice cream, invite him to stay at the tower every other weekend for takeout and movie nights, if he didn’t want to be thought of like that.

He’s over at the tower for one of his weekends, for father-son bonding as May had said when he’d said Tony wanted to watch Scream that night, but it would be the fourth weekend in a row in which he lost to Peter’s movie suggestion.

Nothing’s out of the ordinary. They’re eating pizza on the couch, Peter’s already in his pajamas, Ferris Bueller is playing on the TV – Peter had originally suggested Clueless but Pepper couldn’t join them until the second movie and she wanted to see that one with them – and Peter’s rambling about his and Ned’s most recent Lego set they’d completed. It’s the perfect Movie Night.

And then Captain America steps out of the elevator.

Of course, Peter knew that Tony was talking to Steve, trying to mend their mistakes. He even knew that there was supposed to be a meeting on Monday. Tony hadn’t wanted to keep it from Peter, despite wanting to keep him out of it.

Tony straightens, setting his slice of pizza down in the box. Within a fraction of a second, his expression goes from the soft, proud, happiness he’d had looking at the photos Peter had taken of Ned and their Lego, to calm, cool and collected.

Peter isn’t so graceful, fumbling for the remote to pause the movie and running a hand through his hair, further mussing his curls, eyes going unbelievably wide like a deer caught in the headlights.

Captain America looks just as flustered which makes Peter feel just a fraction better.

“I’m sorry, this is a bad time,” Steve says slowly.

“It’s okay!” Peter says, tugging his sleeves over his hands. “I can go to my room for a bit and you guys can talk, it’s okay, I’ve seen this movie like a thousand times before and I was more excited about Clueless, anyway, and Pepper won’t be back for another hour. I should probably call Ned, too, so we can talk about the upcoming English presentation.”

Tony catches his elbow as he goes to stand up. “You sure, kid? This is your weekend.”

Peter looks over Tony’s expression carefully, trying to find any hint of desperation, a reason to kick Steve out, but all he finds is an apologetic calm.

“It’s fine, really.” He tries for a smile. “Is it cool if I take…”

He trails off, one hand gesturing awkwardly at the pizza box.

Tony huffs out a laugh. “I might be a billionaire but you’re going to eat me out of house and home, kid.”

Peter pouts childishly. “I’m a growing teenager.”

“Take it, go, we won’t be more than half an hour, promise.”

He hops to his feet, picking up his phone and pizza box. He turns to the captain. “FRIDAY’s listening, so if you say something stupid, I will kick your ass.”

Steve doesn’t know he’s Spider-Man, but his eyes go wide, like he really is scared of a scrawny teenage boy hurting him. “Sure thing, son.”

It’s not his fault that he overhears. It’s not his fault that he has superhearing. It’s not his fault that Steve doesn’t know that.

So, around the corner and halfway down the hall, he hears Steve say, “How old is he?”

Peter freezes, fearing he’d been caught in his Spider-Man secret, but Tony’s voice give away any nerves. “Sixteen.”

“Wow,” Steve says. “How long have you…”

“Just over a year.”

“You didn’t say that you had a kid.”

Tony chokes. “I- What?”

“A kid. He was yours, right?”

“No!” Tony gasps. “God, no. It’s not- He’s not- I… He’s an intern, that’s all.”

Peter’s chest tightens. That’s all.

And as though he hasn’t already dug himself a hole, Tony keeps going, “You think I could be parent, Cap? That’s funny. I don’t want kids, never have, never will.”

God, he sounds like it would be the worst thing under the sun to be Peter’s dad. He’s been kidnapped, tortured, nearly killed time and time again, and yet he makes it sound like being Peter’s dad would be worse than all of that.

Peter closes himself in his room before he can hear anymore. He shouldn’t have assumed Tony would want to be thought of that way, it’s clear he blew things out of proportion, he’s just an intern, a superhero-in-training, a liability. He knew that from the start, he just figured with how much their relationship has grown, maybe there would be the possibility for more.

A liability. An intern. That’s all.

“Hey, kid, sorry about that, there’s going to be a proper Avengers meeting tomorrow and Cap had some questions, but it’s all been sorted. Pepper should be back in- Hey, you okay? You’re looking a little pale.”

“I think I might turn in early, if that’s okay. I’m really tired.”

Tony frowns, hands twisting. “What’s going on, kid? Was it Steve? I know it’s weird for him to-”

“It’s not him! I’m just not feeling well. I think I ate too fast.”

Tony doesn’t look convinced but he nods anyway. “Okay, Roo, but if you need anything or if there’s something on your mind, you know where to find me, okay?”

And for a moment, he can picture it. Picture Tony actually thinking of him as his kid, like he’s family. Picture Tony coming to parent-teacher nights at Midtown, being proud of Peter’s half-decent grades and Academic Decathlon standing, boasting to the other parents that his kid is going to go far.

But he remembers the disgust in Tony’s voice at the thought of being Peter’s dad, and his shoulders curl in a little further.

“Yeah, of course. I’ll see you in the morning. Night.”

He turns away before Tony can saying anything more. He’s a bad liar and every second talking to him is another second Tony gets closer to finding out the truth. If anything could ruin their precarious relationship, it’s Tony finding out how Peter feels about him.

“I don’t need a father figure!” Peter says, mid-rant to Ned the next day. He needed an excuse not to spend time with Tony all day, so he invited Ned and MJ out for coffee. He had spent the whole night tossing and turning, unable to stop thinking about what Tony said, how he said it, what that meant.

Ned coughs to try and cover his laugh, and Peter pouts at him.

“You have massive daddy issues, Peter,” MJ says with a nonchalant shrug. “I say that from a place of love as someone with similar mommy issues.”

“That doesn’t mean I should drag Mister Stark into my problems.”

“I still can’t believe he said that!” Ned gasps. “Say it again, word-for-word.”

“He said I hate kids, I would never be a parent, especially not to Peter.”

Ned and MJ roll their eyes in sync, they’ve both been around Peter long enough to have identical reactions to his behaviour. Peter huffs into his hot chocolate.

“Peter, dude, listen, you’re completely blowing it out of proportion. He probably only said that because Captain America was there. You can’t say that you haven’t lied because you’re flustered.”

Peter huffs again. “I don’t need a father figure! I don’t need him to be anything more than he’s already been for me. He’s Tony Stark. And I’m, you know, me.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Ned says. MJ’s drawn a tic-tac-toe board on her napkin, he has no idea where she got a pen from, and she’s passing it to Ned.

“I’m… I’m a nobody. Without the mask, I’m just a kid with good grades and no money and who gets bullied by a kid with the name Flash.”

MJ rolls her eyes again. She’s winning the game of tic-tac-toe. “I’m not here to listen to you fish for compliments.”

“I’m not!” Peter whines. “I just need to know how to stop thinking of him as anything more than a begrudging mentor.”

“You can’t,” she deadpans. She finally looks up from the tic-tac-toe game she’s won. “He wouldn’t have personalized a room for you down the hall from his own if he didn’t want you around. If he were just putting up with you, annoyed with the liability, he wouldn’t be your friend, he’d be like a manager.”

Peter finishes off his hot chocolate. “He’s going to be at an Avengers meeting tonight so I have a while to mull it over, I guess.”

“Dude! You’re an Avenger!”

Peter freezes. Oh shit.

“You’re freaking out.”

“I’m not freaking out.”

Tony levels him with a disbelieving look, straightening his own tie before turning back to Peter. “You’re just going to be there as my intern who helps with Avengers weaponry and other things, so that’s why you’re there. You can offer drinks, you can’t drink anything with alcohol and you’re limited to one carbonated drink, you can snack all you want but if you’re uncomfortable, I will be ordering take-out after it’s all done. I just want you there so you can hear what’s discussed, there’s no pressure to tell the team about your identity.”

“That’s not why I’m nervous.” He doesn’t mean to say it, but he doesn’t want Tony to ramble about accommodations for the party.

“What’s making you nervous?”

“Nothing.”

“Nothing?”

Peter blurts, “I’m a big fan of Doctor Banner’s work and I want to make a good impression.”

Tony lifts an unimpressed eyebrow. “Right.”

“I’m serious! He’s my second biggest idol.”

Tony’s mouth twitches. “Second?”

Before Peter has to face that embarrassment, Pepper knocks on the door. “Time to face the music, boys.”

Peter trails behind as Tony marches down a floor and into the conference room where the Avengers have congregated. Peter doesn’t have any fancy clothing and it was on short notice so Tony didn’t have time to get anything altered for him, so he’s wearing jeans with rips in the knees, a t-shirt that he tie-dyed when he was in middle school for Ned’s sister’s birthday party that’s a little too short for him to still be wearing, with his duct-taped sneakers. In comparison to Tony with one of his fanciest suits, Peter looks like a stray he picked up off the streets. The nerves seem to have overridden the exhaustion so he’s halfway to bouncing off the walls.

Peter knows they’ve seen each other in person since the incident but it still feels weird to see them all acting like friends and not like a high school reunion.

Eventually, conversation turns to him.

“This is my personal intern, Peter. He helps with Avengers tech, so he’s just here to learn who he’s making tech for, that’s all.”

That’s all.

And he knows Tony doesn’t mean it in a malicious way, but it feels like he’s been stabbed – and he would know, he gets stabbed just about every other week. He keeps his face as neutral as he can and he shifts nervously from foot to foot, one of his shoes squeaking.

He lifts a hand as a wave and his wrist trembles noticeably and when he shifts back on his feet, the duct tape holding the bottom of right shoe on peels a little. It’s entirely a reflex to lift his foot up to put the tape back in place and then everyone’s staring at him with wide eyes because his shoes are held together with tape.

“It’s, um, an honor to meet you guys.”

“How old are you?” Black Widow asks, narrowing her eyes at him.

“My friend’s a big fan of yours. Well, half-friend. I think. And I think she’s a fan. She’s very confusing when it comes to that kind of thing,” Peter says instead. He’s so nervous, fuck. He tries for a smile. “I’m sixteen.”

Natasha looks at Tony. “Tony Stark doesn’t have personal interns.”

“Well now I do. Anyway-”

“Did you know while this whole mess was going on?”

Steve shakes his head. “There’s no way.”

“Really? He just found out?”

“It’s a sensitive topic apparently.”

“Why would he bring him in here if it was sensitive?”

Natasha and Steve seem like they’re ready to discuss Tony and Peter’s relationship in front of them for as long as their hearts desire and Tony’s just watching, completely unamused but quiet, so Peter rolls his eyes and says, “He’s not my dad. I’m just his intern. That’s all.”

Tony frowns, turning on him. “What’s with the tone?”

“I was just stating a fact. I’m your intern, I’m not your kid, that’s all.” He fights to keep his face impassive.

“Listen, son,” Steve starts in his high and mighty tone.

“I’m not your kid either!” If Peter knew he’d start raising his voice at Captain America, he would’ve found a way out of this. He tries to shake off his anger, but it’s the only thing protecting him from being upset and he doesn’t know what he’ll do if he cries over this.

“Woah, okay, kid, let’s go,” Tony says, taking Peter by the shoulder and guiding him from the room. Peter goes willingly, pouting at the floor as he goes.

They go into a separate conference-type room, something like a living room except there’s a bunch of small targets scattered around the room. A few has arrows in them, all bullseyes.

“What’s going on with you?”

“Nothing’s going on with me.” He gets defensive so much faster than he wishes he had, arms crossed over his chest and eyes stubbornly stuck on the floor. “I’m just a little tired.”

“Bullshit.”

“Nothing’s going on,” Peter repeats resolutely. He lifts his foot to reattach the duct tape again, he’s going to have to redo the duct tape eventually.

Tony frowns at his shoes. “Will you let me buy you a new pair? Jeez, kid, how long have you had those?”

The truth is, probably three or four years now, but he’s not about to tell Tony that.

“I don’t need your money.”

“That’s not what I… Is that what this is about?”

“What?”

“Money. I can pay you for your internship, you know. I can figure out the paperwork with Pepper. You spend so much time here working anyways, you might as well get paid for it.”

Peter’s jaw drops open. If he were just putting up with you, annoyed with the liability, he wouldn’t be your friend, he’d be like a manager.

“I’m not your employee!” Peter practically shouts. He doesn’t want to be upset about this, but every word out of Tony’s mouth just seems to make it worse. “I don’t want to be your employee.”

“I’ll be honest, I’m unbelievably lost right now, kid.” Tony does look genuinely upset and frustrated by his own confusion, and Peter would feel bad if it weren’t for the fact that Tony should understand, should see why his nonchalance to their relationship hurts him so much.

Peter crosses his arms, pouting down at the floor. “I’m not going to spell it out for you. If you don’t understand why I’m upset then clearly we’re nowhere near the same page and that’s my fault. I’m sorry.”

“Kid, listen, clearly something about me calling you my intern is upsetting you, but I don’t see why. You are my intern, aren’t you? I wasn’t about to tell the Avengers you’re in the Avengers Little League without your permission. What else was I supposed to say? That you’re just some kid?”

“Some kid,” Peter repeats. He swallows thickly, heart so heavy in his chest. “I’m just some kid to you?”

“You’re… I don’t know, Pete. You’re Spider-Man. I’m your mentor, isn’t that what I said? You’re my padawan, my ward.”

“I’m your responsibility,” Peter says. “I’m your liability.”

Tony frowns, eyebrows knitting together and forehead creasing. “That’s not what I said.”

“But it’s what you meant. I’m just… Some kid and I get it. I’m sorry for making this into more than what it was and being upset when it wasn’t. I’m just some kid. I’m just. Without the mask, I’m just nothing. And I get it.”

“Where the hell is this coming from?”

Peter takes a deep breath and adjusts the webshooters on his wrists. “Nothing. Nowhere. I’m fine. I just- I’m going to ditch the rest of the meeting. I don’t want to ruin this whole reuniting moment of the Avengers. Not when I’m just some kid. I’ll see you later.”

Peter tries to push past him, ready to change into his suit and disappear before Tony can put the pieces together, but the older superhero grabs him by the elbow, stopping in his tracks.

“Peter, kid, you’re not just anything. I don’t know where you got it in your head that you’re nothing without the mask, but it’s not true. Is this about the jackass from school?”

“It’s not about Flash! It’s about you!” Peter says, letting out a breath. Even if he’s completely wrong about their relationship, the least he can do is explain why. It would be cruel to leave him in the dark if this is it, if this is what ruins everything between them. Tony’s not exactly a stable person, he’d overthink and destroy his mentality and esteem if Peter didn’t explain. He can’t do that. He shakes his head, pulling away from Tony’s hand. “It’s about you.”

“I need you to spell it out, Roo. I’m so confused. And I’m a genius.”

Peter cracks a sad smile before letting it drop. “When this started, I was just a liability. I was a dumb kid and you needed me for the fight in Germany and then you didn’t have a choice but to look out for me. But why take me out for ice cream and celebrate good grades and help me study for tests and have me over for the weekends and make a room for me and have movie nights together? Why do all that if I wasn’t…”

“Oh.”

One syllable and Peter knows it’s over. It’s done. He’ll have to say his goodbyes to his third father-figure. He’ll lose everything again.

Will Tony still let him use the lab to repair his suit? Will Tony still come save him if he finds himself bleeding out in an alleyway? Will Tony still write the letter of recommendation for MIT? Will he let Peter keep the suit? Will Peter lose everyone else too? The Avengers? Happy? Pepper? Karen?

“I’m sorry,” Peter says, crossing his arms over his body protectively, like giving himself a hug. “I just…”

“It’s not your fault, kid. It’s complicated.” Tony’s frowning in that way he did when he found out about the collapsed warehouse.

“You don’t want kids, you don’t see me that way, and I get it. If there’s anyway we could still be, you know, mentor and padawan as you put it, then I’ll forget about it, and if not… I get it. I can pack up the stuff I’ve left around here and get lost.”

“No! God, no, kid, that’s not what I want at all, either of those.” Tony huffs out another sigh. He sits in one of the chairs, head in his hands for a few moments. Finally, he looks up. “You are my kid, Peter. I just can’t be your dad.”

Peter frowns in confusion. “Why not?”

“It’s complicated?”

“Daddy issues?”

Tony laughs, shoulders relaxing a fraction. “Something like that, yeah.”

“You’re talking to the King of Daddy Issues, so if anyone would understand, it would be me.”

“My father wasn’t exactly a good person, Roo,” Tony explains quietly. “What’s considered a father to me is very different to what you’d consider a father. I’m… I don’t want to be him. If I consciously take on that role in your life, I’m scared I’ll turn into him without realizing it and you’re too good of a kid to go through something like that.”

Peter shakes his head emphatically. “You could never be him, Mister Stark.”

“You don’t know that. You’ve had some incredible parental figures in your life so far, kid, and there’s no way I could ever live up to them. I don’t know how to be a parent. I don’t know how to do the right things or be a role model or take care of myself let alone you.”

Peter laughs and then immediately feels bad for laughing. “Even if you didn’t think you were, you’ve been acting like a father-figure to me for months now. And not to feed into your ego anymore, but you’ve been doing a good job.”

“Yeah?”

Peter’s never seen him quite so insecure before.

“Yeah. Last week, you picked me up from school, listened to me ramble about everything and actually listened, bought fast food and ice cream, let me eat it in your crazy expensive car, helped me with my history homework, let me pick the movies for movie night, and let me put my cold feet under your leg. I don’t know how much more you think you need to do to be considered a good dad.”

Tony smiles softly. “It’s not hard when I have such a good kid.”

Peter laughs for a beat and then his smile drops and he swallows thickly, a wave of shame washing over him. “I’m really sorry for freaking out.”

“It’s okay.”

“No, it’s- Daddy Issues, you know?”

“I do know, kid,” Tony says, another sad smile on his face, eyes somewhere far away. “And, listen, I need you to promise me that if I ever do something stupid like I did before, if I’m ever a jackass or oblivious or careless, I need you to just communicate with me. I’m clearly not very good with emotions and I’m new to this whole thing, so just talk to me, tell me what’s going on in that big brain of yours.”

“I will. And if you ever do anything stupid and don’t fix it, you’ll have both May and Pepper to deal with, so if that doesn’t keep you in line, you’re a lost cause.”

Tony winces dramatically. “God, kid, you have a lot of scary parents on your side.”

There’s a knock on the door and Pepper’s standing in the doorway, smiling fondly at them. “You boys ready to return to the meeting?”

“Ready,” Tony says.

They stand and Tony slings his arm around Peter’s shoulders, pressing a kiss to his head. They follow Pepper back down the hall to the conference room where the Avengers are lounging.

Nat grins when she sees them. “Was I right?”

“You were right,” Tony says, ruffling Peter’s curls who smiles shyly. “My kid.”

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kittybellestark · 3 years

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Straightening Things Out

Part 2

Hey everyone so this is going to be a two part fic, tumblr told me I hit my limit soooo.

This is the long awaiting MayxSkip with Bi!Peter fic I’ve been talking about, idk how long a 2nd part will take but I already have a bit written, which is super nice. Uh, yeah, this is heavy stuff, so prepare your hearts, bc mine hurts

TW: homophobia, depression, self harm, homophobic slurs, eating disorder (?), abuse, sexual assault, thoughts of suicide, questioning sexuality, alcohol

He’s not sure how he got here.

Well, he knows, but he just doesn’t understand it.

A year ago Peter was trying to get May with Happy. It seemed logical and safe. May wanted to get back into the dating pool, and while Peter was hesitant about the idea of May being with anyone other than Ben, he felt like Happy could be a good person for her to be with. That was safe, controlled even.

Pushing for May to be with Happy seemed like the right step. Supporting May in her decision to start seeing people again also make sense. Now, Peter regrets it. He should have told her no. That he wasn’t ready or comfortable with that.

He doesn’t understand why he’s in the bathroom cleaning up his own blood. He didn’t even go out as Spider-Man. Peter hates May’s new boyfriend.

Skip wasn’t safe. He wasn’t very kind either. And there was just something about him bothered Peter. And yet when Peter tried to talk to May about it, the complaints weren’t heard or taken seriously.

May doesn’t understand that Skip is a danger, and Peter can’t really talk to people about this.

Six months ago…

“Hey Happy.” Peter smiles jumping into the black ‘inconspicuous’ Audi.

“Hi Pete.”

After a few minutes of talking the conversation finally turns.

“How’s your aunt.”

Peter snorts, rolling his eyes. “She thinks she’s doing great. Still with Skip, he lives with us now. May isn’t very happy that Skip and I aren’t getting along too well though. She thinks that I have a problem with seeing her with other men, amongst other things.”

“Sounds like you don’t like him. I didn’t even think that was possible, you’re like a lab.” Happy chuckled.

“I resent that. I don’t like a lot of people who I don’t need to disclose to you. I was just expecting her to get with someone else, someone who was less I don’t know, just less.”

“You and me both kid. You and me both.”

Five and a half months ago…

Peter and May were making dinner together, the radio was playing softly and Skip was sitting in the dining room, beer in hand, listening to Peter and May’s conversation.

“How was school, baby?” May asked.

Peter hums as he chops some carrots. “There’s a new transfer at school. From Tennessee, he even lives with Mr. Stark.”

May pauses mixing the stir fry they were attempting to make. She smiles at Peter an eyebrow raised, waving the spatula at him.

“Is he cute?” She asked in a song-song voice.

Peter rolls his eyes with a smile. He sticks out his tongue, flicking some water at May. Skip watches with a smirk on his face.

“Yeah, yeah he’s really cute. Blond hair, blue eyes, southern charm and he’s so smart too. And tall. May, he’s also like muscular too, his arms? He used to work in a mechanic shop where he grew up, he could probably bench press me without breaking a sweat.”

“Sounds like you have a crush!” May squealed pulling Peter into a hug.

“You have a crush on a man? Are you gay?” Skip huffed with a laugh.

“Bisexual, actually.” Peter deadpanned. “Is that a problem?”

“No, no, not at all. Just surprised.” Skip laughed.

Five months ago...

May was at work, it was just Peter and Skip at home. Peter was in his room, the door was closed over, and Skip in the living room watching a sports game and drinking some beer.

While this wasn’t the most common occurrence, it wasn’t necessarily uncommon either. Peter would stay in his room and do homework or play some sort of online video game with Ned, Harley and MJ, typically Minecraft but sometimes they chose something else. Skip would watch sports or the news, but never a reliable source, always the Daily Bugle or Fox News.

Today was supposed to be like every other time. Peter was supposed to be in his room and Skip in the living room. But then Skip was in his room with him. Peter felt uneasy. It just didn’t sit right with him having the older man in his room.

“I think we need to talk, Pete.” Skip said sitting on Peter’s bed, while Peter stayed sitting at his desk.

“Sure, what about?” Peter tried to sound pleasant and kind, doing this for May.

“Well, I’ve been trying to broach this subject with you gently, but May and I have spoken about how we can cure you.”

Skip had the decency to look somber. His shoulders hunched forward, frowning. His eyes held remorse and regret. It only seemed to enrage Peter.

“Cure me? As far as I was concerned I was perfectly healthy.” Peter couldn’t help but snort.

“Of your sin, Peter. You like men, and we know that we have to cure you of it.”

It felt like all of the air had been taken out of his lungs. His heart stopped and the world blurred for a moment before Peter shook himself out of it. He pushed himself up out of his chair trying to back himself up, away from Skip. This wasn’t right. This was really wrong.

“May accepts me. She said so. She’s always supported me and accepted that I’m bi.”

“She didn’t know how to tell you she didn’t. She was crying quite a bit. May just didn’t know how to tell you. So she asked me to help fix you.”

Skip got up from the bed, walking over to Peter, trapping Peter in. Skip put an arm on each side of Peter’s body, resting his hands on the wall behind Peter. Peter felt trapped, his eyes wide as he looked around unsure of what he could do. May and Skip thought he was sick.

“She can’t-“ Peter cried, tears coming to his eyes. He didn’t want to accept it. This couldn’t be happening.

Skip put a hand on his shoulder.

“She does, Einstein, but it’s okay because I’ll fix you.”

Peter sat at their usual lunch table, Ned next to him, MJ, kiddie-corner to him and Harley across from him. His leg was bouncing as they all ate, but he couldn’t do more then push his food around his tray.

“There’s nothing wrong with me being bisexual right? Like, I’m still normal, I’m not sick or anything for liking more than just women right?”

It used to be old-hat for MJ and Ned to have to reassure Peter that being bisexual is okay. It was just last year that Peter finally started to feel secure in his sexuality and not question whether he was normal or not. It just always felt like Peter was faking his attraction to other genders.

The group became silent with shock. None of them were prepared for Peter to have any insecurities about his sexuality, and it certainly wasn’t something that Harley was there to witness. It had been such a long time since he voiced this doubt. Ned and MJ gave each other looks, while Harley sat there starring at Peter slack-jawed.

“Sorry. I’ve just been in my own head recently. Bisexuality is valid and so am I. I know, I’m sorry, I just- what if I’ve been lying to myself this whole time? I’m sorry, I know I’m being silly.”

There was another moment of silence before Harley grabbed Peter’s hand.

“It’s not silly to question you’re own sexuality, Peter. Being bisexual is hard because people always try to invalidate you and tell you to just choose. It’s okay to be confused. Prefaces change from day to day and it is so confusing sometimes. We’re your people, we’re here for you no matter how you identify.” Harley smiled, something sad and soft.

Four and a half months ago...

Peter was trying to sleep. It wasn’t coming easily anymore. Skip and May were in the next room over. He should be able to sleep. But nothing felt right. Everything was always off, never normal, almost safe. It didn’t feel good.

There was the sound of footsteps in the hall before Peter’s door opened and closed. Peter tried to pretend to sleep, but the footsteps came closer to him then Skip’s hand was on his shoulder.

“Hey Einstein. I’ve got something for you.” Skip whispered, getting Peter’s eyes to open.

Peter pushed himself up and into the top corner of his bed, knees drawn to his chest. He really hated Skip. Hated his deep voice and pointy chin and crooked nose. He hated Skip’s receding hairline and beer belly. Peter hated Skip and everything about him. But mostly Peter hated that Skip and May knew there was something wrong with him.

Skip dropped some razors onto the bed. All loose and brand new. Peter looked at Skip like he was crazy. It was too late at night to register this.

“May and I were talking again. Anytime you have a sinful thought, any homosexual thoughts or desires just give yourself a cut. Obviously don’t do it in front of anyone other than me, but this should help bleed the faggot out of you.”

Peter gasped, eyes wide and shaking his head. He didn’t want to do this. Cutting himself was not something Peter ever wanted to start doing again. He got away from it, he recovered, and now the blades are being provided to him. Peter is being expected to cut this time.

“I can’t do that. Anything but that Skip, please.”

Peter didn’t realize the tears that were pouring down his face, or how hard it was to breath. If it wasn’t for Skip wiping the tears from Peter’s face, he probably wouldn’t have noticed.

“Hey, no, no it’s okay, Einstein, it’s not as bad as it seems okay, look,” Skip took Peter’s wrist slicing it a few times, just enough to bring up blood up before handing the razor to Peter, “See? Nice and easy. Now I’m not going to leave until I see you try okay?”

Peter nodded, bringing the razor down on his skin and breathing a sigh of release as he broke his own skin.

Tony dropped food in front of Peter, two burgers and fries, before sitting down beside him. They were finally watching a movie after spending time in the lab and now Harley would be joining them too.

“Kid, we’ve talked about your eating habits. You need to eat more than a regular person. I don’t like seeing you lose weight this fast. I just like to see you happy and healthy.”

Peter knew he should say something. The razor in his pocket wasn’t normal and he should tell Tony. And his need to cut every time he thought about Harley, or the need to cut when he realized he was playing into Skips hands. But Peter didn’t want to lose his little therapeutic treatment again. He could do better at hiding it this time, especially with his healing factor now. Peter could keep this.

It’s his little secret with Skip. Peter could keep it safe. It made him feel better, and that’s what everyone wants, right?

“Oh yeah, sorry, I’ve just had a smaller appetite recently, I’ll do better, promise.” Peter nodded with a smile.

At that moment Harley walked into the room, giving Peter a crooked smile, a blush painted across his cheeks.

Peter would have to cut later, for thinking about Harley like that, and for doing what Skip told him and also for scarring Tony. Peter deserved this.

Four months ago…

Peter and Skip were alone together again.

It seemed to become more common now. Or maybe Peter was just getting used to having Skip try and cure him. He hated himself for wanting it to work. Peter just didn’t like himself much anymore.

“Einstein,” Skip slurred, “are you still a faggot?”

Peter flushed with shame, nodding. Peter really hated Skip for making him feel like this. For feeling shame for being bisexual and wishing he were straight. Peter hated himself a lot. He just wanted to be better.

“Shame, thought I’d have you straightened out by now. May is going to be disappointed to know you’re still a homo. I’ll have to start getting more aggressive with your treatments.”

Peter shook his head. He was already so tired, and he just wanted to feel safe in his home. He just needed to do what Skip and May wanted and then they’ll like him. All Peter needed to do was be straight, no matter what. He’s doing the right thing.

“How much more?” Peter’s voice cracked.

“As much as it takes to turn you straight.” Skip smiled.

He now gripped Peter’s face in both hands, thumbs on his cheeks. Skip used the hold he had on Peter to bring him towards the bathroom doorframe- the only metal frame in the house.

Peter didn’t fight. He was doing this for May. May wants him straight and wants Skip to do it. Peter scratched at his legs, where most of the cuts were, hoping that would convince Skip from stopping whatever he was doing. But it didn’t, of course it didn’t. Why would it convince Skip, when he’s only doing what’s best for better?

With his hold on Peter’s head, Skip jerked Peter’s head into the doorframe, with enough force to make Peter forget how to stand. Peter was only being held up by Skip's grip on his head when Skip lifted up his knee, forcing it into Peter’s stomach.

Peter groaned with the impact and Skip let him go and Peter fell to the ground. He barely managed to catch himself, resting his forehead on the cool floor. There was barely a moment before an on slate of kicks were delivered to Peter.

“No,” Peter sobbed, “stop, please, stop, stop, you’re hurting me.”

It was another few moments before Skip stopped kicking him with a huff. Skip sat down on the ground, putting a hand on Peter’s shoulder to comfort the boy. Peter continued to sob, barely able to support his own weight to get himself sitting.

“Einstein, I just want you to know that I don’t like doing this. I don’t want to do this, but May and I agreed that I have to do this. I’m sorry Einstein, but it’s for your own good.”

Skip pulled Peter onto his lap, rubbing Peter’s back to bring him some comfort. Peter relaxed into Skip’s hold when he realized that there wasn’t going to be more pain. They sat there for a while before Skip finally stood up, as Peter’s sobs were finally ending, bringing Peter to his room and tucking Peter into bed.

“Peter I’m worried about you.” MJ said after Academic Decathlon practice.

Peter was wide eyed, holding his book bag in front of him, using it as a shield. His clothing that used to only be a little bit large on him, now swallowed him completely, his cheekbones were sharper and anytime his sweater moved a little bit, his collar bone was revealed to be protruding from his chest. Peter flinched at people who moved too fast and his skin was pale with dark bags under his eyes.

“I’m okay MJ.” Peter smiled, but his eyes were still empty.

“Are you cutting again? You’re acting like you used too. I don’t like seeing you lose your spark.”

MJ moved forward, grabbing Peter’s hands in her own. His hands were cold against hers and shaking slightly. Her head tilted just a bit as she searched for answers on Peter’s face.

“I’m not- no, I moved past that.” Peter lied.

He couldn’t tell her. He needed to cut. He needed the freedom it gave him, the relief. It was one of the only things he had anymore that he still enjoyed. By telling MJ, Peter would lose his sanity. Everything would be okay as long as he had a razor on him, as long as he got to cut his skin open.

But he should tell her. Maybe that would get everything to end. If he just told someone, maybe Skip would stop hurting him. Or maybe they’d push for Skip to continue on with trying to cure him. This was for the best, after all.

“Peter, you’re one of my best friends, okay? So if you were cutting again, hypothetically speaking, know that you can come to me, I won’t tell anyone. Not even May or my parents.”

Peter nodded, looking away from her, hating himself for lying and hating that MJ was trying so hard. It would have been so much easier if he just liked MJ instead of Harley.

“Look, look, MJ, see no cuts,” Peter rolled up his sleeves to show healed skin and no scars, “I promise, I’m just a little stressed out right now, don’t worry about me. I’m just focusing on myself for now, I’ll be okay.”

“Okay, well, when is the last time you ate?”

“Right before practice.”

It felt nice for Peter to actually tell the truth. He was eating almost as much as usual. Typically the same amount unless he had time alone with Skip. Peter was just stressed and sometimes couldn’t keep his food down, but he still ate more than enough. He should be able to keep up his weight, the weight loss just sort of happened.

Three and a half months ago…

May was working the overnight shift again. It was a school night so Peter was at the apartment with Skip instead of the Tower like he would be on weekends.

Peter was finally sleeping, well actually he was passed out from exhaustion, but it was still a sort of sleep, technically. Somewhere between Skip moving in and their ever-more-frequent talks “chats,” Peter started to lose sleep. He would stay awake later, slit his wrists longer, and on top of that the surprise beatings from Skip were really taking an affect on Peter. All except the desired affect.

Peter was still bisexual. He didn’t want to be bisexual anymore. He just wanted to be normal, straight. Liking men was wrong, Peter was wrong. May and Skip just wanted what was best for Peter. And this was what was best. Skip was just helping Peter. He was straightening Peter out. This was just want needed to be done.

Skip stumbled into Peter’s room. He saw that Peter was tucked in under his blankets deep in sleep and Skip couldn’t help but climbing into the bed too. He pulled the teen into his body, breathing in how Peter smells, nuzzling his nose behind Peter’s ear.

Peter woke up trapped in Skips arms. He panicked trying to get out, it was just like The Vulture dropping a building on him again. But this time it wasn’t concrete but instead a man. A man who was supposed to be in love with his aunt.

“Skip.” Peter whined trying to wriggle free.

The older man moaned, moving a hand down to feel Peter’s length.

“I didn’t realize that you’d rub off on me. You’re trying to turn me into a homo. Einstein, you’re rejecting your treatment and trying to change me instead, and I don’t tolerate this very much.”

Peter shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut. His whole body shook with nerves, and he thought he was going to vibrate out of his body.

“Skip, I promise I’m taking this seriously. I should be straight, I want to be straight. Just like you Skip, I’m trying really hard to be straight. I promise, I don’t want to be a disappointment to you or May anymore.”

The older man laughed, holding onto Peter tighter. He ground his hips further into the teen, making Peter whine and squirm more trying to break free.

“Einstein,” Skip moaned, “You’re ass, I swear it’s a woman’s. Your such a fairy, Einstein. I could just imagine you as a woman, you’re hair at your shoulders, this great ass and a tight pussy, your tit’s would probably be smaller, barely a handful, but you’d be so cute. Too bad you’re just bent.”

Harley sat across from Peter, cheeks blushed, watching Peter carefully. Peter no longer felt that the freckles painted across Harley’s cheeks and nose were cute, and he no longer felt comforted by being in Harley’s presence. Now Peter only felt dread. There was no more warmth or the feeling of being safe.

Peter wasn’t attracted to Harley. He didn’t want to be with Harley, he was afraid of Harley. What Skip was doing was working. Peter was going straight. He wasn’t going to be bisexual anymore, he was only going to like women now. Peter wasn’t going to be a freak or a fag or a fairy or a homo or bent. Peter was going to be straight. Skip was fixing him.

“Peter are you okay? You’ve been really spacey recently.” Harley asked keeping his voice soft and cautious.

Peter smiled. It didn’t feel natural and probably didn’t look all that genuine, but Peter felt like he should be happy. He was happy that he this meant that May and Skip will not be disappointed in him. Maybe then Skip will like him. Now they can be a family

This is going to fix all of his relationships. People are going to like him better if he’s straight. He’ll only like women and be normal. It’ll solve so many problems for him.

“Yeah, Harls, I think I’m actually really good. Like, for real.”

Peter laughed, not one of his soft, bubbly and contagious laughs, the ones he was known for. Instead it was hallow and empty, self deprecating even. Harley’s eyes widened, suddenly more concerned for Peter than he’d been previously.

“Peter...” Harley sighed.

He reached out to grab Peter’s hand, watching Peter flinch back hard. Harley saw the moment Peter recognized what he did and how he tried to shake himself out of it, but he also saw how Peter moved to stay farther away from him.

“I’m good, Harls, really.” Peter nodded again.

“No, you’re not. There’s something seriously wrong. I’m going to figure it out. I’m going to make sure you’re okay.”

Three months ago…

Peter and Skip were finally alone. May had been on a stretch of day shifts and Peter’s friends were more persistent on having Peter go out with them during evenings. They were even tracking his food intake. The group was becoming obsessive over Peter now. And Peter was sick of it.

But now Peter was home alone with Skip. He could finally tell the man the good news. It’s been well over a week since Peter had and romantic or sexual feelings for another man. There’s only been fear, with any he looked at. Peter didn’t want to be attracted to men. Skip was curing him. May and Skip will finally accept him again.

As soon as May stepped out of the apartment Peter left his bedroom and sat down on the couch beside Skip. The man smiled at the boy, licking his lips before pinning Peter onto the couch. Skip groped at Peter for a moment, before pressing sloppy kisses onto his neck.

“No, stop, Skip I don’t like this.” Peter fought. “I just wanted to tell you that it worked. I don’t- I’m straight. You cured me. It worked. You and May don’t have to be disappointed in me anymore.”

Skip laughed. Loud and boisterous, pressing his weight down onto Peter. His hands moved up and down the teens frame, removing Peter’s clothes. Peter struggled harder, tears pouring down his face, sobbing out pleas to be let go. He tried fighting it, fighting Skip to keep his clothes on.

“You see Einstein, while I’ve made you straight, you’ve made me a fag. So this is going to have to continue, just a little until I no longer view your twink-ass as jailbait.”

Peter sobbed harder, trying to use his elbows to get away. Instead, Skip just pressed a hand into a patch of fresh cuts, forcing Peter’s vision to white out for a moment, that was just long enough to take off Peter’s underwear off.

“Skip, Skip no. No. I’m not. I swear, I didn’t make you like men. I didn’t do it. I’m straight now. You fixed me, I swear. You need to stop. You don’t want to go there. You don’t want this.”

Peter tried begging. He tried pleading, but he couldn’t stop Skip. It was too late. Skip had a plan and he wasn’t going to stop.

“Real funny that you think you know what I want, Einstein. This is for the best though, I promise, I’m doing this for you.”

It was movie night with May. Skip was out meeting up with his old friend was college. So it was just Peter and May. In their living room.

Peter couldn’t sit on the couch. Well, sitting in general wasn’t really working. So Peter just laid down on the ground, and May took the couch.

“Peter, I’m proud of you, you know that?” May finally spoke, halfway through Tangled.

“You are?” Peter didn’t anticipate his voice cracking, but hearing that May was proud of him? It was worth everything.

“Of course, baby. Skip told me that you let him help you, and I’m so proud of you for accepting help. He said that you’re problem was resolved with his help too. I’m so glad you two are getting along.”

Peter heard the words of confirmation that what Skip has been doing is what May also wants. She’s proud of him. She’s happy that Skip fixed him. May is glad that Peter is straight and that Skip turned him. It breaks Peter’s heart to actually hear it from May.

Peter never wanted to do it anyways.

And yet here he is. Having done it for her. He did this for May. To be accepted by May. So that he isn’t a disappointment in her life. And he isn’t happy. He’s not happy with himself, or Skip or May. Peter thought this would make him happy.

Peter wishes he born properly. Born straight. Born not wanting to harm himself. He wishes that the feeling that he needs to die never existed. Peter wishes he could be himself and be loved by his family. It shouldn’t have to be one of the other.

“Thanks.”

He tried not to choke on the acid rising up his throat.

Two and a half months ago…

It doesn’t stop. Skip doesn’t stop. His brain doesn’t stop. The fear didn’t replace the attraction like Peter originally thought. It’s just more confusing now.

Peter just wanted this to end.

Skip wasn’t going to end this.

Tony and Pepper had invited Peter, May and Skip over for dinner. Tony had made loads of his famous lasagna, and Pepper made a spinach dip appetizer and they ordered cheesecake for dessert.

All the adults seemed to be having a conversation together while Harley and Peter talked among themselves.

“I have an announcement.” Skip smiled at May, bringing the attention to himself.

“I asked May to marry me yesterday and she said yes.”

Peter was sure that this would be what killed him. Skip was his life sentence for whatever Peter did wrong. Skip was going to be his step-uncle, his new guardian.

Tony, Pepper and Harley congratulated the couple, and Tony patted Peter’s shoulder. Wine was brought out Peter couldn’t take it anymore.

“I’m just, I’m going to the bathroom, I’ll be back.” Peter smiled pushing himself out of his spot.

“Hurry back Einstein, we’re gonna be a family, we have to celebrate together.”

Peter was going to be sick.

He nodded and left the room, shutting himself in the bathroom and throwing up.

This isn’t what he wanted. Skip can’t be there for the rest of his life. This was wrong. Everything about this was wrong.

One month ago…

Peter was sure Skip was going to kill him. Or use him forever.

Peter didn’t like either option.

“I don’t want them to get married.” Peter confessed.

Happy pulled the car over, turning in his seat to see Peter. The kid wasn’t looking very good, he reminded Happy of 2008 era Tony. It wasn’t a very good look on a kid.

“You feel like it’s too soon after Ben? Or is it because of how fast-paced their relationship has been?”

Peter had tried not to think about Ben since Skip moved in. He didn’t want to picture the look of disappointment Ben would give him. Peter didn’t want to think that he is a failure in Ben’s eyes. Ben would believe that Peter brought this onto himself.

‘With great Power Comes Great Responsibility.’

Ben always said that. And yet Peter failed. He gave away his power, and was completely responsible for where he is now. Peter did everything wrong and Ben would know that. He took his uncles advice, his dying words, and ruined them, broke them, tossed them in the trash and set them on fire. Ben would hate this Peter, and Peter knew that like he knew how to breathe.

“Oh, uh, yeah. I just- I don’t think I’m ready for May to be married yet. It just feels like Skip is trying to replace his spot. I don’t want the to get married yet.”

Happy nodded in understanding, trying to give the teen a small smile.

“Pete, no one is ever going to replace Ben. He was your uncle, your guardian, your parent, he raised you. Skip could never live up to that.”

Present day…

There’s blood.

Peter is in the bathroom cleaning up his own blood and he doesn’t understand how he got here.

Well, he knows how. He just doesn’t understand it.

And he doesn’t know where to start cleaning it. Peter doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do. This was all horribly wrong.

Peter knew he couldn’t stay here much longer though. Skip had gone back to his own bedroom, after a rough ‘session’ with Peter. And now Peter is alone, and bleeding and he needs to get out.

Peter picks up his phone and makes a call.

“Hey, can you uh, come pick me up, I can’t stay here, I need, uh I need to get out of here.”

“Yeah kid, you got it. I’ll be there in half.”

“Meet me, uh, two blocks up from here actually.”

“You okay, Underoos?”

Peter hung up the phone.

He hoped in the shower hoping the water would get rid of the blood, hoping the soap would wash Skip away. And when that didn’t work Peter put on an oversized sweater and large sweatpants. Peter packed untainted clothing into his book bag and left through his window and down the fire escape, putting his hood up.

This was a mistake.

Leaving was a mistake. Skip was only doing what he thought was- no. No. No. Peter can’t go back.

He won’t live through this. Peter doesn’t want to live through this.

He scratched at his arms as he made it to the spot that Tony was supposed to pick him up.

Peter was going to be sick.

How could he let it get this far? Peter shouldn’t have let this happen. This was all wrong. Why is he relying on Tony to take him away. What if Tony agrees with Skip?

Peter coughed up blood.

New plan.

Go with Tony, make sure his stomach isn’t bleeding, once he’s good, leave. Go fast. Stay away from cameras. Go to Canada. Or Florida. Get out of New York. Go far. Somewhere where May and Skip won’t think he’ll go.

Tony pulls up and Peter hops into the car quickly. Tony doesn’t start driving right away though. Instead he looks at Peter, seeing the fear in the boys eyes, as well the way he is unconsciously scratching his arms.

“What’s happening?”

Peter shakes his head, tears filling his eyes.

“Please, just drive, I can’t be here. Can’t be in the city right now.”

“Is this drugs?” Tony asks as he starts to drive, hoping that Peter won’t leave. “I don’t care if it is, I can get you help.”

“It’s not drugs. It’s probably be easier if it was drugs. Honestly, I wish it was drugs. I can’t go home though, okay? Please don’t tell May.”

“Okay. We can do that for now but I will eventually have to tell her where you are so her and Skip don’t get worried.”

“You can’t” Peter shouted jerking upright and pushing himself further away from Tony. “You can’t. Skip can’t know. He’ll kill me, I swear, he can’t know, I can’t go back.”

Tony nodded, as Peter seemed to fall apart in front of him, hoping that appearing casual while driving will keep Peter talking.

“So we don’t like Skip, alright. Is there a reason why?”

Peter sobbed and Tony was tempted to pull over right then and there, but he knows that scaring Peter would cause him to run, so he needs to keep driving.

“He said he’d help. He did the opposite.”

Tony hummed, bringing them out of the city and towards the compound. Peter was rocking himself slightly, clearly uncomfortable. He started to cough, blood splattering across his arms.

“What the hell, Parker?” Tony said stepping on the gas.

“No Skip, Tony. Promise me, we don’t get him involved even if that means keeping May in the dark. You bring Skip into this then I’m leaving. Okay?”

“Jesus, yeah, okay, promise. We’ll keep him out of this, I got you. No Skip, we don’t want him, I got it Pete.”

Peter nodded, feeling relief wash over him as he was finally in a safe spot. He was out. He was out of that god forsaken apartment. No Skip means he’s safe. Safety means he can finally sleep. So he closed his eyes.

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“Got My Ion You”

pairing: Spider-man/peter parker x reader

genre: flufff

warnings: none :)

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word count: 2.6k

A/n: tbh i got this idea while i was cleaning my room. so idk if it even makes sense and i haaaate itttt also this is the longest one shot fic i’ve ever written lord help me

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You looked up from your homework, chewing on the end of your pencil lightly. It was a habit that you had never been able to let go, but you claimed it helped you “think better”. You eyes narrowed in on your best friend who was currently lounging next to you on his phone.

“Hey Pete.” The brunette looked over at you, eyes wide with a puzzled expression.

“Exactly how does being on your phone help you with studying for finals?” You questioned him jokingly. After all, he was the one who had begged you to come over and study claiming that he couldn’t focus alone.

“I already know all the material.” He shrugged, going back to scroll through his feed.

Your eyebrows bumped together and confusion. “Then why did you beg and plead to come study with me?”

“Is there a problem with me wanting to hang out with my best friend since second grade?” He questioned you innocently, rolling onto his stomach. He placed his head on his palms and blinked at you with puppy eyes.

Okay, you had to admit he had a point. The two of you were practically inseparable. From spending almost everyday together or on video call to constantly texting, you almost considered him your brother.

Almost.

See, you happened to have a rather huge crush on none other than Peter Parker. You’d started having feelings for him nearly two years ago, and assumed that the butterflies would die in a few month. But you were wrong...so wrong.

The butterflies had seemed to multiply and now you were in love with the curly haired, starry-eyed, beautiful boy whom you called your friend...and nothing more.

But there was nothing you could do to fix your problem. You risked a lot by telling him about your feelings. Peter wasn’t the type to stop being friends with you just because you liked him, but you didn’t want to ruin things and make it awkward.

It was cliche, you knew that. But this was real life. Things don’t work like those movies and books do...right?

What you didn’t know is that Peter wasn’t much better off that you. He had liked you since, well, you first met him. He had just never said anything due to the same reasons you had.

That and recently Peter had started having a growing attraction to someone he could never tell you about in a million years.

You shook your head, coming back to reality, and rolled your eyes at him. “What are you doing anyway?”

He showed the screen of his phone to you before moving it back. “Reading science pick up lines.” He said, as if the pastime was completely normal.

“Oooooh~ Peterrr wanna tell me about her?” You cooed, mimicking a basic highschool girl while moving closer to him.

“Nahhh.” He rolled over onto his side so his back was facing you. “Don’t think I will.”

You’d be a liar if you didn’t admit that you’re heart dropped for a second. But how could you not expect him to have a crush on someone else. Honestly you were surprised he didn’t even have anyone in the first place considering how beautiful and perfect he was.

You didn’t reply, only going back to study your notes. Your answer being in the form of the sound of you writing.

“Do you wanna hear one?” His soft voice asked after a few seconds of silence.

You signed and slowly nodded without looking up, but you could just tell he was beaming at the moment.

“Ok ok... So. My love for you is like the universe.” You raised an eyebrow at him. “Never ending!”

His face almost made you laugh, but just for the spite of it, you kept a straight face and slowly shook your head in fake disapproval.

“Not feelin it?”

“Try another one, Champ.” You rolled your eyes, a tiny smile pulling at your lips.

“Fine.” He sighed, scrolling through his phone for another second before glancing at you. “Do you like science? Cuz i’ve got my ion you.”

The joke was bad enough, but Peter, being the little shit he is, added a wink into the mix. To avoid blushing madly from the tiny gesture, you picked up a pillow and threw it at him as hard as possible.

“What the—Ouch!” He flailed off the bed, exaggerating his pain and rolled around on the floor. “Oh i’m wounded!” He groaned before picking the same weapon up and chucking it back at you.

You ducked, missing his attack completely. You smiled widely at him, holding up two middle fingers innocently.

“You’re the worst.” You rolled your eyes, a tiny giggle still detectable in your voice. “You and your pick-up lines.”

“Hey, I’m just warming up.” Peter sat up, pushing the messy curls from his eyes. “You must be a 90 degree angle because to me, you look just right.”

“PETER!” You yelled, once again chucking the pillow back at him. This time however, you were giggling at his stupid self. It wasn’t long before he too joined you as a laughing mess. All which was music to your ears.

~•~

The next day was an absolute roller coaster for you. It started out like any normal day, but after getting an Avengers alert in the middle of AP Chem, things got a little crazy.

That would be your third unexcused absence that week. If you kept your side job up, your mother would start to wonder what you were doing instead.

Of course it wasn’t your fault, it was either get perfect attendance or save the world. You chose the latter.

Stumbling out of school, you ran into a abandoned alley way and began hurriedly stripping out of your school clothes, revealing the slightly armored spandex suit that was hidden beneath. You shuffled through your bag, pulling out the black, red, and silver mask.

You stuffed your school back in its normal hiding spot before running down the alley, failing to notice the webbed (in plain sight) backpack also there.

“Hey. F.R.I.D.A.Y.?” You tapped your temple.

“Yes, Ms. L/N?” The automated voice responded.

“Pick me up.”

“Already on it, look behind you.” You glanced over your shoulder, smiling under your mask as your similarly colored motorcycle approached from behind.

Doing a backflip at exactly the right moment, you landed perfectly on the seat of your ride. Gripping the handles, your sped up, moving faster towards the indicated spot on your mask’s digital map.

“Incoming call from: Spider-Man.” You raised your eyebrows at the notification but told F.R.I.D.A.Y. to answer it.

“Hey Webhead!” You greeted your partner. Without the original Avengers around to protect Manhattan, the two of you had become the next generation. The dynamic duo. Partners in fighting crime. “How’s downtown looking?”

You heard incoherent sarcastic mumbling before getting a reply. “Looks like a giant mechanic thingy.”

“Thingy? Very professional.”

“—Shut up. You’re late anyway.”

You swerved hard around a truck, leaning in order to make it in time before oncoming traffic reached you. “Sorry we live in Manhattan. Traffic isn’t always ideal.” You rolled your eyes at your partner.

“Wanna take the high route?” You could hear the ‘thwip’ sound of his webshooters, knowing that he was already in his way.

You didn’t reply, just ended the call and gave F.R.I.D.A.Y a quick command. “Hey take over for me, will you?”

“Of course.”

You let go of the handle bars, raising one arm, knowing your spider-friend wasn’t far away.

A gloved hands clasped your semi-covered one and pulled you into the air.

“Yoink!” You looked up at the hero, knowing that he was grinning behind his mask.

“Really? Every time?” Your mask’s eyes narrowed at him in faux disapproval.

He shrugged, using the momentum of swinging to pull you up against his body. You wrapped your arms around his neck, allowing him to let go of you and use both hands to swing through the city. You could feel his heart beat, and it was racing. You could only assume he was nervous about the fight; you were too.

The two of you were close, fighting crime together for almost a year now was one of the factors. However, you didn’t really know who he actually was.

It was a promise you both made when you signed up for the job. You weren’t gonna let your personal lives get mixed with your hero lives. It was sensible, but it didn’t keep you from wondering what he looked like under than mask. You’d be naive to assume he never thought the same.

Not long after, the two of you were standing on a rooftop, watching as the giant mechanical monster worked it’s way towards the heart of Manhattan.

You breathed out an exasperated breath as you watched it. “Hydra again?”

Spider-Man crossed his arms across his chest and shrugged. “I’m assuming so. Looks tougher than last time though.”

“Don’t be a whimp.” You shrugged, attempting to mask the worry in your own voice. “You ready to go, Spidey?”

He looked from you, to the machine, then back to you. “Ready as I’ll ever be.” He held out his hand, ready for your famous handshake.

You smiled, following his lead before jumping into action.

~i can’t write fight scenes help~

Nearly two hours later, you sat on the same rooftop from before as a bruised, sweaty, and bloody mess. You could feel the wounds healing due to your healing factor, but it hurt none the less.

Spider-man has dropped you off (per your command) and was dealing with the clean up and press. but you expected him to be back at any moment.

As if he had heard your thoughts, the masked web-slinger showed up. He landed on the rooftop, his body language showing how exhausted he really was.

He stumbled over to you, sliding down the same half wall you rested against.

“Back from the red carpet?” You quipped, trying to control your heaving breathing.

“Har. Har.” He mock laughed, placing a hand over the burned scar on his abdomen while wincing.

He glanced at you, one of his fiberglass eye-lenses was cracked, giving you the first look at his real eyes you had ever seen. But there was something else, the tiny part of his cheek you could seen was...pink? Was he blushing?

You shook your head. No, of course not. He was probably just worn out.

But his eyes didn’t leave your figure. They were searching you, even though most of your face was covered (except for the parts now exposed from cuts and burns).

But there was something familiar about those eyes. Something that you couldn’t put your together due to your hazy, tired mind.

Your partner seemed to be thinking something similar as you. But he gave up, resting his head back against the wall and sighed heavily.

“Hey.” He breathed, not looking at you. You didn’t verbal reply, just looking at you with tired eyes. “Do you like science?”

You raised you eyebrow, mouth moving to open as you finally began to piece two and two together.

“Cuz I’ve got my ion you.” Laughing breathlessly at his joke, the hero attempted to lighten the mood. the effort caused him to wince several times during the process.

“Wha...what the?” You slowly sat up, eyes widening. “Peter..?”

The visible eye widened in shock. “Uh, uh.” He cleared his throat, lowering his voice. “What are you talkin—“ You pulled off you mask, eyes still wide with surprise. “Y/N?!!”

Spider-man reached up and pulled up off his own mask, his eyes nearly as wide as yours.

There sat your childhood best friend, bruised from battle, with his mouth hanging wide open.

“How can this be?” He asked, his voice going an octave higher as he stuttered. “My best friend is also my hero partner? That’s crazy, i mean, what are the chances of that? And to think I stopped liking you because i thought i had no chance and I started liking your alter ego—wait, shit.” He covered his mouth with his hands.

“Peter...?” Leaning towards him, your voice fell to just barely above a whisper. “You like...me?”

“Well I...” He glanced at you and pushed back his messy curls from his forehead. “Yes...I like you. I’ve liked you ever since we met.” He admitted sheepishly.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You asked softly, already knowing the reason.

“Because...you just seemed so out of my league.” He glanced down at his hands, fidgeting nervously with the webshooters. “You’re amazing, sweet, kind, and absolutely beautiful. Plus we have such an amazing friendship I—“ He took a deep breath when you placed your own hand over his, slowly interlocking them.

He looked up at you, a sudden wave of boldness washing through his veins. “—I don’t wanna just be your friend.”

His free hand moved up to cup your cheek; his eyes glanced from your eyes to your lips. “I want to be more.” He breathed.

You didn’t reply, your actions speaking for you as you leaned closer to him.

“Can I..?” Peter asked, unsure suddenly as doubts began to flood his mind.

You could tell he was about to say something else, but before he could say anything, you gently pressed your lips against his.

And suddenly a beautiful feeling washed over you. Those butterflies you had been holding onto seemed to burst into freedom. Your lips moved in sync, like they were made to be together.

Peter’s hands found your hips naturally, holding onto you as if you were his lifeline. You hands wrapped around his neck, fingers twirling gently in his soft hair.

Pulling back for hair, your chests heaved, but you kept your forehead pressed against his.

“Hey Pete?” You asked softly.

He hummed in response, face still red and heart pounding.

“I think...I love you.” You whispered now only a few centimeters from his lips.

Peter’s heart skipped a beat when you said those words. Those magical words he never thought he would hear you say. He bit his lips, savoring the sound of you saying it play over and over in his mind.

“Can you..” He hesitated. “Can you say that again?”

Your eyebrows bumped together as you leaned back to get a better look at him. “I love you?”

Like a giddy middle school girl, he fell backwards, nearly giggling from all the emotions that were coursing through him.

“Oh my god, Y/N!” He laughed, covering his face with his hands before jumping up.

“I love you. I love you. I love you!” He laughed, forgetting all previous pain. You looked at him, smiling at how genuinely happy he was. He reached a hand out to you, pulling you up.

He twirled you around, causing you to giggle at his pure reaction to the event. Coming back in from the twirl, you wrapped your arms around his torso, hugging him tightly.

He laughed softly, resting his head in the crook of your neck, beaming like a little kid in a candy store.

“Are you less than 90 degrees?”

“Peter, don’t you dare—“

“Cause you’re acute girl!” He laughed, and you pushed away from him, punching his chest (lightly of course). He laughed, giving you the biggest grin possible. “You know you love me.” He smirked, winking at you.

You blushed, shaking your head as you crossed your arms. “Yeah..” You huffed. “Yeah I love you..”

You smiled at each other, getting lost in the magic of the night.

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