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The Runaway Distance Life Of A Little Stark chapter 25: All The things Lost

Pairing: Tony Stark & daughter!Reader, Ben Parker x May Parker, Ben Parker, may Parker & Peter Parker, Ned Leeds, M.J and Peter, Erik Selvig, Jane Foster, and Darcy Lewis, Skye. Fitz, and Simmons, Phil Coulson & agent may, Harley Keener, Adrian Toomes & Liz Toomes, Nick Fury & Maria Hill, Maria Hill & Reader Summary: The reaction from people that reader met Warning: Mentioning of child abuse (look up maria's hill dad from marvel comics) , flashback

Co author with: callikc Tag: @venomsvl @geeksareunique

In their Queens apartment, Ben Parker was trying to explain your story to May.

Since the two had come home, it was all they could talk about. Ben had to reveal he had known the truth all along and that Fury organized everything between you and them. It was a lot for May to process, and more than once she found herself taking a break just to comprehend the stories.

"Why didn't you tell me?" She asked tearfully.

Ben sighed, feeling guilty. "I'm sorry."

"But you told me about your brother and Mary being with SHIELD right after we got engaged. What was so different with Ellen? O-Or... (Y/n)? I would've understood."

"I'm so sorry. It was a sensitive topic and we were all worried for her."

"I'm your wife, Ben."

"And I'll never forget it. That day, our vows, how beautiful you looked in that dress..." He closed his eyes. "It was the hardest thing I had to do, keeping this from you."

"We vowed that we wouldn't lie to each other." She reminded him. "Do you remember that bit?"

"Of course I do, sweetheart. If it was my choice, I wouldn't hesitate to tell you everything. It was Fury who made the call to keep it quiet. (Y/n) wasn't comfortable with people back then either."

"What does that mean?"

"She didn't want to be known as the Stark Runaway or some rich guy's rebellious kid. She wanted a clean slate, to just be a person, a friendly neighbor. And she was going to tell you herself eventually. She just didn't want you to see her differently."

"I wouldn't." May looked away. "I love that girl so much. She's still going to be Ellen Campbell to me. She's not a runaway. She's her own person."

She found herself gazing at the apartment door. It was right on the other side of it where they first 'bumped' into you.

"She's always there when we need her, Peter loves her like a sister... And now that I mention it, she's practically a daughter to us too." She felt the tears sliding down her cheeks. "Is she going to be in danger?"

Ben wished more than anything that he could give a definite answer but the truth was that he simply didn't know. His silence gave that away too.

"Oh, my God." May whispered, hiding her face in her hands. "She told everyone who she was, said people would be after her... What's going to happen? Are we in danger too? The SHIELD leak-"

"Hey, hey, hey." He quickly wrapped her up in a comforting embrace. "You don't have to worry about that. Fury took precautions. He destroyed the files about Pete's parents and us when they died so he wouldn't ever be a target."

"And Ellen?"

"I... I don't know. But you know what she's like."

She managed a little nod, looking up at him. "She's strong."

He nodded, kissing the top of her head. "That's right. She's like a superhero."

"She'll be okay. She has to be."

"Before I left the station, the guys were showing off these videos of some car chase in Battery Tunnel. This car was driving up the walls and there were guys on bikes shooting at it. It had to be her."

"The other nurses showed me that too!" May gasped. "I thought it was, but there wasn't a clear line. I don't know if I'm more proud or terrified."

"At least we're on the same page about that."

As they continued to discuss the matter, Peter was sitting in the living room. He was busy with homework and completely oblivious to the conversation happening a few feet away.

However, it wasn't the homework that had him distracted. Coincidentally, it was also you.

Just because he'd spent the entire day stuck in middle school, it didn't mean he didn't know what was going on in the city. The teachers talked, but the kids talked even more. He'd heard all about what was happening in the capital and how you were being chased by what sounded like evil agents.

In his head he kept envisioning that you made it out okay and that you finally got to reunite with your dad. He hadn't forgotten about the day when you told him who you really were, so for you to get a hug from your dad was all he wanted for you at that moment.

He almost jumped a foot in the air when the laptop screen on the table started flashing to signal an incoming video call. He recognized Ned's username and quickly accepted, hoping his friend could distract him.

If the call wasn't surprising enough, it was even more of a shock to see Ned with a girl from their class. She was extremely quiet and they hadn't really talked before, but he was pretty sure her name was Michelle Jones-Watson. She seemed to avoid all forms of human contact unless absolutely necessary.

"I'm telling you, he probably already knows!" She was saying.

"Well, I'm telling you, I'm telling him anyway!" Ned argued back, the pair unaware that he had accepted the call already.

"Fine! But don't be shocked when he remains emotionless."

"Yeah, you'd know all about that."

"What's that supposed to mean?!"

"Uh, guys?" Peter spoke up, startling them both. "Yeah. Hi. What's going on?"

"'Sup, nerd." Michelle greeted.

"Peter!" Ned exclaimed, grinning. "I need you to look at the news!"

He frowned. "Why?"

"It's Ellen! You'll never guess who she is!"

"Ellen?" He frowned. "(Y/n)!"

While he launched himself out of the seat to find the TV remote, Ned and Michelle resumed their argument. Ned was pondering how Peter already knew the truth and Michelle was all too happily gloating with several 'I told you so's.

Peter scrambled to find the right channel, eventually settling with CNN, where a blurred image of you in a fancy car was stuck on the screen.

He had a huge grin on his face, glad that you were okay. Maybe the news was reporting on you finally returning to the world. It certainly seemed so with the way the reporter was talking about everything.

But then the headline changed.

Peter felt sick as a sudden wave of disbelief, shock, and sadness overwhelmed him all at once. Despite the wailing of alarms outside, the rain battering the windows, all he could hear was the reporter's voice.

"The missing daughter of famed billionaire and Avenger Tony Stark has been reported dead this afternoon after a failed surgery in an attempt to save her life. (Y/n) Stark shocked the country when she revealed her identity to the world several years after apparently running away from home. There are several eye-witness accounts who claim she was shot at long-range just feet away from the entrance of Avengers Tower. They also report that Tony Stark himself witnessed the act and was last seen carrying her inside the building."

May and Ben had returned to the living room at this point and had heard every word. They watched in horror as a picture of you at sixteen showed up with the words '(Y/n) Stark - Daughter of Tony Stark - dead at 21'.

"Uncle Ben? Aunt May?" Peter looked up at them with tears streaming down his face. "Ellen... (Y/n)... She-"

(I couldn't find kid! peter hugging aunt may, so this will do!) He started to sob and May rushed to hug him, trying to quieten her own cries so she could comfort him. Ben slowly dragged himself towards them, putting his arms around them both as he closed his eyes tightly.

It didn't make sense. It didn't seem real. You were so precious to them all, and now you were just... Gone.

It wasn't fair.

Coulson had been sitting in his room in the dark for a while now.

Maybe a few hours had passed but he couldn't be sure. He didn't really care about it. He was just tired after all the chaos that had unleashed during the HYDRA-SHIELD reveal. He had his team in one piece - save for Ward who turned out to be a traitor - and they were all safely on the Bus. It was a good time to take a break.

The silence was only interrupted when Agent May opened the door, letting in a stream of light from the other room.

"I see the notion of knocking has become old fashioned." Coulson commented.

"You need to see this." She said, getting right to the point.

She held out a touchpad, her expression holding an emotion that even Coulson couldn't quite figure out. Curiosity got the better of him as he accepted the pad and looked at the reels playing.

He felt cold as the news of your death reached his ears. The whole room seemed dark again.

Elsewhere, in the rec room, Skye and FitzSimmons were also unfortunate enough to find the news channel.

They couldn't believe it either.

"Oh, my God." Simmons gasped, a hand over her mouth.

"(Y/n) Stark?" Skye questioned, eyes wide. "How did we not know that?"

Fitz didn't say a word, his arm around Simmons as she continued to stare at the TV with a saddened gaze.

Their time with you may have been short but it didn't mean it wasn't meaningful. After all, you were the one who brought laughter and jokes to the room, bettering a bad day. You got a smile out of everyone, even Agent May. No one could ever forget that.

You really were the rich girl in the end.

Erik Selvig, Jane Foster, and Darcy Lewis stood in their rented London apartment, watching the news report in stunned silence.

It had taken them a while to remember why you looked so familiar, and it had been Jane who pointed out that they saw you way back in New Mexico after Thor got his powers back.

How could they have known back then just how important you were?

The next person to discover your death was Harley Keener.

He was in the garage working on the latest version of the potato gun when he heard your name on the news and almost dropped the weapon in his hands.

He didn't understand half of what the reporter was saying when the man talked about organizations named HYDRA and SHIELD and then a leak exposing secrets about both of them. Of course, in contrast, the news about you dying was as clear as day.

He knew you looked familiar.

You weren't just the Mechanic's friend, you were family.

The latest update didn't mean much to the people that hadn't encountered you before, but to those that had, it was indescribably shocking.

There was now a video of you being carried into the Tower up on the Internet. It was posted anonymously but naturally people ate it up.

It was the people of New York who took the grief the hardest. The Parkers, Ned and his family, and even Mr. Delmar. For them, it wasn't just (Y/n) who had been killed, it was Ellen Campbell. They loved her, and now she was gone.

You were gone.

People searched through all the different channels and websites to find a version of the story where you survived. They needed to believe it was a hoax, that you were going to show up the next day with your usual smiles and jokes.

Even a spokesperson from Stark Industries was forced to armor up in the end and confirm the news. They requested time to grieve the loss of the company's heir, refused to let anyone question Tony, and promised to answer any questions in due time.

Another New Yorker had discovered the news as well now.

It was the girl you had saved two years ago during the Battle of New York.

Liz was in the car with her father and watching the news on the small screen between the seats. She hadn't been paying much attention until she caught sight of your picture and gasped so loud the car almost swerved.

"Dad!" She yelled, pointing at your picture. "That's her!"

He looked between her and the screen in confusion. "What's that, honey?"

"She said her name was Ellen but that's the girl who helped me when the aliens came!" Liz insisted. "It says she was shot!"

Now, Adrian Toomes held a deep hatred for Tony Stark, but unfortunately he couldn't help but be grateful to the woman who had saved his little girl's life.

He may have vowed vengeance on the father, but he wouldn't be able to forget the daughter.

Surprisingly enough, the last people to hear about your death were the real SHIELD agents.

Fury, Hill, and the very few people they trusted enough with the truth were gathered in a base while they waited for the Triskelion incident to calm down.

Fury stood by the window, a somber look in his eyes as he watched the rain slide down the glass. The sky was dark and the clouds gray, but he could also make out the several plumes of smoke wafting into the air from the crash sites of the helicarriers. It was hard to believe that a day hadn't even passed yet.

There was a buzz from inside his coat then. He cautiously took a phone from the pocket and saw a notification light up the screen. It was an unknown number, but he knew who - or what - had sent it. Fury always knew.

I am sorry, sir. I have failed my mission.

Fury, who was never one to show his feelings, let out a barely audible sigh. No tears fell, he didn't say a word, but he did feel a pang of remorse.

He was proud of you in a way. Not many would have the guts and strength to reveal themselves as you did, certainly not after so many years of hiding and paranoia. You had done a lot for SHIELD, and he respected you for it. You saved good agents, built valuable weapons, and even if you thought a plan was ridiculous you still listened.

Yet you were only human.

After being informed of all the details, he was extremely wary of the fact that HYDRA had repossessed the scepter. It was a dangerous weapon anyway, but now it was guaranteed to be used for bad.

Agent Hill entered the room then, her feelings vexed and torn.

"Sir?" She asked hesitantly. "Is it true?"

Fury kept his gaze on the phone in his hands and didn't even look up. "Agent Campbell is dead."

Hill immediately looked away, quite astounded by how much emotion she felt by the confirmation. It felt like just yesterday that you had awkwardly approached her for the first time and asked if she could train you to fight.

She had spent more time with you than she realized due to all the training, making projects, and even getting coffee during breaks. Not many saw it, but she could have considered you a genuine friend.

It was about a month after Thor had returned from Asgard in 2012.

Loki would be awaiting trial and for now the world was at peace once more. Well, the outside world anyway. You had just finished yet another practice round with Hill in which she had completely destroyed you.

Hill watched with an amused glint in her eyes as you dropped to the ground with a huff.

"Tired?" She quipped.

"Too much cardio." You grumbled in response.

She raised a brow, having heard that phrase at least three times during every session.

"You need to work out more." She said.

"I do!" You whined, picking at the mat aggressively. "I walk to the fridge and I run to the coffee machine and... And other stuff."

She crossed her arms, waiting for a better answer, and you rolled your eyes.

"I'm sorry, but me plus effort equals no go."

"You'll need to get used to it if you want to defend yourself." Hill shrugged, sitting beside you. "If you have any ambitions of becoming better, it'll take years of focus and hard work. How do you think I got here?"

She passed over a bottle of water which you eagerly took a long swig of before twisting the cap closed again.

"I'm not you." You eventually said.

"I know." Hill shrugged. "But we're more alike than you think."

You scoffed, clearly not believing the claim. "Oh, yeah? What's your poison? Did your dad also pretend you didn't exist for your entire life too?"

"Yes."

You blinked. "What? Really?"

She nodded. "Yeah."

You waited for her to elaborate, but she remained silent. "Well, come on! Don't leave me hanging, Hill. Spill the gory deets."

Maria Hill didn't trust a lot of people, that much was true, but she'd known you a long time now. She'd spent hours giving you advice on how to survive as an agent and knew pretty much all there was to know about you. Perhaps you were one of the few who deserved the favor returned.

"I never really knew my mom either." She confessed. "My dad didn't care. He was a drunk. Said I was responsible for all his problems. I got into the bad stuff, ended up with the marine corps, and then SHIELD. Haven't spoken to him since."

There was a silence after the short yet oddly detailed summary and you just stared at her for a moment before letting out a low whistle.

"Damn, girl." You mused. "I guess dads really can't do their jobs right."

While Hill smiled, she didn't encourage the mindset. "At least yours wants you home."

"Ha. That's funny."

"I mean it, Campbell."

"Okay." You sat there for a moment, considering it. "But what if I don't want to go home?"

Another silence followed your question and for a moment you thought the subject was being dropped. With that thought in mind, you raised your hand expectantly.

"Gimme five?" You offered. "Shitty fathers club? You can be the treasurer."

Hill cracked a smile, shaking her head as she reluctantly accepted the high-five.

"Yay!" You exaggerated a grin. "We're, like, totally besties now."

"Even so, I still gotta train you. Up you get, Campbell."

You whined again but she only laughed, easily hoisting you back to your feet.

Back in the present, Hill's mind had been running wild with possibilities and solutions.

"Project TAHITI." She finally suggested.

Fury looked up at last, an array of feelings settling inside. Of course he wanted you back, but he also knew exactly how you felt about that particular project.

You had said 'If I die, don't ever do that to me.'

He respected you too much to go against your wishes like that. Even if it worked for Coulson, he couldn't do the same for you.

"She wouldn't want that."

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your-yellow-duckly · 5 days

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The sillies!

@awobbles @danielcampcampcultleader @alexartink @aldo-is-missing @ask-joe-caine @happy-chaos-kid

#M.J #M.R #TMC.R

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happy-chaos-kid · 7 days

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End it please!

Warning suicide thoughts

TMC.R saw what M.R was doing.She was terrified at the sight of that. M.R was just like M.J but more insane. Was she going to become like M.R one day due to trauma? She didn't want that to happen to her. She was useless as fuck. She couldn't do anything useful. She couldn't even protect the others. She could just kill herself right now for how useless she is...[BANG] [She looked up and saw M.J pinning down M.R while @awobbles was looking at the scene] Oh boy shits about to go down again.

@ask-joe-caine @aldo-is-missing @alexartink @danielcampcampcultleader @the-moss-priest @your-yellow-duckly

#M.R #TMC.R #M.J

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found-moss-cult-lost · 12 days

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THE NEW ONE

The kid's name was Ally and she hasn't got any idea how she got here. He took care to make sure Circe didn't see her nor hear her.

Now he's working with someone due to his forced contract now. He doesn't want to do this. He decided to call someone.

Hello?

uh hi

....oh its you

ya...heh look can you help me with something

I ain't helping you with your shit.

No...it's for a child

child?

yep. Look can you just take the kid to any friends of yours please....

...Alright I'll help you this once...

thanks

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Ally heard footsteps and he saw a transparent man black hair and black eyes

Hello? Kid you here?

Ally looked at the man

Hello? Who are you?

My name's Jackson what's yours?

...Ally sir..

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@awobbles @alexartink @aldo-is-missing @the-moss-priest @ask-joe-caine

#TMC.A #M.J #M.C

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lost-moss-defeat-it · 1 day

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How was your creator to you?

....Nice caring, and she helped us with anything that we were struggling or stuck in... I miss her a lot

#M.J

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circe-tiffany · 11 days

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M.R IS HERE!? - TQ

Shit I guess

Finally bye! (Closed the door)

Wait a minute get back here! Don’t you tell her about me!

#Circe #M.J

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ailar023 · 8 months

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The tiny spider boy

Chapter 6:

M.J. is on his break, having a cappuccino in a bar outside the streets of Queens, he has his laptop turned on to examine his notes, but he can't stop his mind from wandering to the boy. She is glad that Peter found him and got him out of there, she can't imagine the horrors he must have gone through to end up so emaciated, and if Peter hadn't found him... he may now be dying... or even dead...

She shakes her head sharply to get rid of those cloudy thoughts.

-Peter said his name is Miles Morales- thinks as opens google to search for information -there must be something about him- says in barely a whisper

Press enter and the first thing that appears in the search engine is the image of a sign that says “MISSING” with a photo of you and all your data, date and time of your last sighting.

She enlarges the image and grabs his notebook to write down the data, this boy, barely 15 years old, had disappeared on April 12, which means that he was captive for 7 months. On the side of his laptop screen you can see the current date “November 21”. Winter and the holidays are just around the corner, you can feel that the temperature drops a bit between day and day.

Once he finishes writing everything down, he minimizes the image and sees that there is a news item titled “Missing son of Officer Jefferson”, this catches his attention and clicks to enter, the note loads and she begins to read.

It turns out that Miles is the son of Brooklyn County Jeriff Jefferson Davis, keep reading and below they also name cases of 9 other children missing under similar circumstances and that their search is still ongoing. This makes him remember a phrase he told him Peter “-And I suspect if there were others- “.

Remembering that phrase, without wasting any time he started typing on his laptop looking for information about the missing children named in that note. He didn't know why, but this gave him a very bad feeling.

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-¿You still haven't found clues about that damn spider???- an angry voice spoke from the other side of the phone.

-No boss- the dark-haired man responds with a displeased tone.

-Damn! That bastard always interferes with my plans!, ¡It's a damn pain in the ass!" says Kingpin irritated. -I think I'll have to take drastic action and hire the Inner Demons.-

-Boss, are you sure? They are not trustworthy. They are even capable of taking over your experiment if you let your guard down!- Aaron replies in a worried tone.

-HA! Do you really think they would take over something that belongs to me?- He says sarcastically -They better think twice if they don't want to get into the den of the wolf- He ends with a passive and threatening voice.

-Okay boss, I understand- he ends the call, leaves the phone on the dining room table as he walks to the sofa and sits down heavily, rubbing his temples and takes a long sigh.

-I better hurry up and find him first- Davis doesn't know why, but he has a feeling that things will take a nosedive if Kingpin hires that masked group.

That organization appeared one day out of nowhere, they don't even know who they are or where they came from. Their information is completely NULL about them, they only know that they are wearing Chinese dragon masks and nothing else, but they do know that they are absolutely dangerous and unprepared.

He turns his head to his right, on a nightstand that accompanies the sofa there is a set of photo frames, one of them stands out above the others, it is him with his family; his brother, wife and grandson

He stretches a little to reach the painting and looks at it dejectedly, despite the conflicts he had with his brother Jeff, that did not separate him from Miles, many times his grandson would sneak away behind his parents' back to go visit him and spend time. afternoon together, he loved him with all his being, and now... he was missing.

The day he got lost, he joined his brother to look for him, they moved heaven and earth in the hope of finding at least a clue, something, but they found nothing, it's as if he had completely disappeared. He also joined gangs to see if he could find any sign that he had been kidnapped, but he found nothing either, his hopes of finding him alive were swallowed up by time and his worst fear that this dead man began to grow as the months passed.

Now, more out of necessity, he was hired by kingpim just two months ago as his personal guard, he had to do it for money.

But it wasn't until now that he found out about a secret experiment that he had kept well kept, those tiny human footprints in the cage... -No! It can't be! - he says to himself, shaking his head in total denial, after all this. time... when I already thought he was dead, this appears... and the more he thought about it, the more convinced he became.

- Miles…. If you're still alive... I hope you're safe... - Aaron whispers to the painting with an air of gloom.

He leaves the painting where it was resting before grabbing it, gets up from the couch and puts on the mask, he was exhausted and had barely rested, but that doesn't matter now, he has to discover the truth of that experiment and prove if his theory is true.

-Time to look for the experiment and put an end to this- He says with a bitter and impatient tone as he goes out the window.

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Peter wakes up tired from all the action sequence he had in the early morning, his body complains about sleeping a little more, but he ignores it and gives a long yawn while covering his mouth with his free hand.

-How long did I sleep?- he asks himself internally as he tries to guess the time by looking out the window with the shutter closed. Dim lighting barely filters through the shutters and fresh air, so he assumes that it is already dusk. he skipped breakfast and lunch, but he doesn't complain.

-I better get up or MJ is going to kill me if they find me still in bed- he says to himself, but there is a small problem, Miles lies in the deepest corner of dreams, relaxed lying under his palm, he can noticing their small easy breaths and it's as light as a feather, you can barely feel it's on your chest. This child has him prisoner, he doesn't want to wake him up.

-Heavens child... you didn't finish arriving and you're already making it difficult for me- he says in a barely whisper with a joking tone.

Very delicately, she uses the same hand that covers the child to grab him with the tips of her thumb, middle and index fingers, she drags her fingers under his fragile body and gently lifts him up. He is so asleep that he seems to be lifting a rag doll to the ground. see his limbs yielding to gravity. Peter sits up on the bed and uses his other hand to lay it down in his palm.

He slowly gets out of bed and walks with uniform steps until he reaches the main room. As he closes the bedroom door without making a sound, he sees that the nest of blankets that MJ prepared is still on the living room table. Peter approaches and he inclines his hand just enough for the still-sleeping child to slide gently into the blankets.

Once this is done Peter looks at the clock, it is 5:49 p.m. "Look, sometimes I fall asleep for hours, but this child surpasses me," he says sarcastically to himself as he looks at the little boy asleep again, it's not surprising after all the hell he went through trapped, he won't even want to imagine what bad that he must have slept during all that time locked up, the best thing is to let him rest as much as his body asks of him now.

He realizes that the living room window is open when a cool breeze surrounds the room. He sees that Miles is shaking while he tries to cover himself with the blankets in his dreams. He quickly goes to the window and closes it. There he can see the sunset that surrounds him. the city with orange lights while the buildings cast enormous shadows. The fresh air warns that the end of November is approaching, icy and snowy days are approaching along with the holidays and the end of the year, the cold is becoming more palpable with the passing of the days

He goes to the electric heaters and turns on the heating to warm the environment a little, knowing how small and thin the boy is, he would not be able to withstand the cold temperatures that are approaching in his current state. Before finding the cure, he must first make him regain weight. and get him something to keep him warm, but what? She has absolutely nothing for her size and MJ promised her she would get her something... but she doubts it's good quality, she doesn't think she can get anything other than doll clothes and that's poor quality, so he'll have to search on her own. . And also remember that he has skills like him. The two times he jumped that far and when he hit his sweatshirt… that should also teach him how to control it… but first things first.

Before doing anything he is going to take a shower, once he comes out he changes his clothes, this time he has black jeans with a gray t-shirt, a red jacket and some black and red sneakers.

Peter goes to the kitchen to make himself a coffee, while he leaves the water heating up he opens the refrigerator to see what he has for the child when he gets up, he sees a box of milk and takes it out, then he opens the door to the storage room and grabs a jar full of chocolate cookies, then he goes to look for his laptop that is in his backpack along with his suit, he takes it out and takes it to the kitchen table next to where Miles is, at a safe distance so as not to wake him, he opens the laptop and leaves it on while he goes to turn off the already boiling water and pours the coffee. He grabs the smallest plate he has and a cap of soda, there he begins to crush a couple of cookies and very patiently pours the milk into the cap.

Once everything is served, he takes it to the table, leaves the plate with the cookies and the lid with milk next to the nest of blankets, while he goes and sits in front of the laptop with the coffee in his hand. He enters his password and the first thing that jumps out is that M.J. has an email.

#fluff Peter #Aaron Eavis #Damn Kingpin #M.J #Tiny Miles #G/T

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behindoceanss · 1 year

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I dreamt with my ex gf and not just any dream...I remember it vividly which isn't usually the case and I could almost feel the realness on the pads of my fingers as I pulled her mouth to mine to shut her up, bringing her to my lap and making out with her like there was no tomorrow. In the middle of this my alarm rung and I woke up to turn it off and went back to sleep for a few more minutes until the next alarm and yet another thing that doesn't usually happen..I went back to the same dream and oh it was good. I feel kind of guilty for having enjoyed it.. oh god.

#m.2022 #m.j

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samsonghiphop · 1 year

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0m3n-0f-d3ath · 2 months

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M.J 💥

M.J presenting more fem in my evil art style

#2024 art #M.J #artists on tumblr #art #illustration #finished piece #evil art style challenge #though not really #but this is completely different from how I usually create stuff #though I really loved how the canvas is filled #M.J in more fem clothes #because Star decided to wear something other then its stoner clothes #bluefin tuna

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marvelstarker-mha98 · 4 months

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The Runaway Distance Life Of A Little Stark chapter 29: The Story Of Your Life

Characters & Pairings: Tony Stark & daughter!Reader, Pepper potts & reader. Pepper potts x Tony stark, Happy hogan, tony stark, Pepper potts, Steve rogers & tony stark, Roberta Rhodey & tony stark, Maria hill & Tony stark, Ben parker, may parker & peter parker, Nick fury & Phil coulson, lots of characters mentions.

Summary: The funeral Co author with: callikc Tag: @venomsvl @geeksareunique The cathedral was packed for the ceremony.

Pew after pew was lined with people.

At the front of it all stood the pastor. He was talking about your life and your accomplishments, giving you honors and praise for all the good deeds and world-changing decisions.

The casket was next to his podium, decorated with flowers. The picture they used was the one Tony found in your letter. Lastly, the casket itself was an open one.

Your body lay inside, cheeks flushed with blushed color, subtle but evident eyeshadow decorating your closed lids, and the most perfect shade of pink to color your lips. Your hair was made presentable and as neat as humanly possible to make it seem as if you were merely sleeping.

Your clothes had been done too. Instead of the raggedy clothes you wore on your deathbed, you now had a white ensemble. You looked like an angel in the dress, and those who were close to your heart certainly thought so as well.

Tony, Pepper, Rhodey, Roberta, Happy, Hill, and the Avengers sat at the front. Those behind consisted of the disguised Coulson and Fury, Coulson's SHIELD team, Jane, Darcy, and Erik, the Parkers, Ned and his parents, and Harley - who had run away to attend the funeral - had left a note to his mom. Matt and Foggy and even the SHIELD scientists you met at the Triskelion were all there too.

Other SHIELD alumni and the rest of the civilians and press were all gathered outside where they could hear the events through the open doors and a connected speaker.

"(Y/n) Stark was truly special." The pastor was saying. "Her life was filled with adventure and bravery and determination. She was a helpful mind to some, but a friend to all. She fought with valiance and passion which certainly shone in her work and home life. To commemorate her story, she has been bestowed on this day the following."

He began to list your achievements.

"The Act of Heroism Award, for those who accomplish extraordinary feats of heroism by risking their lives for the benefit of others in a dire situation. The Secretary of Defense Medal for Valor, for those citizens who perform an act of heroism or sacrifice, with voluntary risk to their personal safety in the face of danger. The Meritorious Honor Award, in recognition of a special act or service or sustained outstanding performance."

Once it was done and the mentioned medals placed in your casket, he continued with the main speech.

"Whether they happen in a single instance of bravery or through continued service to others, acts of courage and self-sacrifice symbolize the American spirit, and are recognized every year by our nation's greatest heroes. (Y/n) Stark takes her place among them today, and will be remembered by generations to come for her selfless acts. She was an extraordinary young woman, and was taken from our world too soon. It is a grievous occasion for a parent to have to bury their child, and no such word for the loss of a child can ever become because the fate is just too unfair."

Tony closed his eyes as he held Pepper's hand again. Roberta rubbed his back soothingly, allowing him to rest his head on her shoulder.

He didn't know if he was supposed to go up and say something or not. After all, what could he possibly say that was worthy enough? The people outside probably knew you better than he did. He broke the promise he made to your mother - to Madeline - so many years ago, and he wouldn't ever be able to forget it.

"Now, to say a few words about (Y/n), I invite Maria Hill to come up." The pastor said.

Hill nodded and stood from the bench, the gentle thud of her shoes on the floor echoing in the large space. Silence crowned the room until she stopped behind the podium to address everyone.

"By now you know who she really was." She began. "(Y/n) worked at SHIELD for many years as one of our most valued and respected engineers. She created equipment for the best agents and completed projects not a lot of us could ever fathom. I remember the day the director found her. She was stubborn and afraid, but already determined and adamant about protecting the people she cared about. She would only join on the condition that the people she loved were safe and that she got a new life."

She moved on to explain your time at SHIELD.

"During the years I knew her, she made it clear she was perfect at her job. She was sarcastic, a workaholic, addicted to coffee, and she wasn't opposed to using her looks and wiles to get what she needed from certain people. She had an open heart even if she claimed it was locked tight. She helped anyone she could, she was happy doing it, and she had amazing ideas that came out of nowhere. She wouldn't sleep until it was done. She was a true Stark."

The people most personal to you chuckled in agreement. Even Tony managed a weak smile. You had certainly lived a life. The sleep schedule sounded concerning, though.

It was starting to feel like he had actually known you.

However, he was slightly miffed that you flirted to get what you wanted. He didn't like the idea of guys - or anyone in general - falling for you. There was a sense of protectiveness even now.

"She'll be missed." Hill said. "The people who loved her, the ones who talked to her, and the ones who knew her as Ellen Campbell, we'll all have a piece of her in us."

For some unknown reason, it was true. Even the ones who had only seen you once such as Jane, Erik, and Darcy felt the same odd sense of loss that the ones who knew you properly like the Parkers and Coulson's SHIELD team did. It seemed impossible that one singular person could have such a magnificent impact.

"(Y/n) had several families." Hill explained. "Her blood, her work, and her friends. But there's one in particular I think she'd like to remember. There was a family who lived next door to her in Queens. She loved them with everything she had."

Tony looked up in surprise at the same time Pepper, Happy, and the Rhodeses did. They all exchanged looks, unable to believe that for years you were only boroughs away from them the entire time. How did you stay hidden for so long?

They looked back at the podium as Hill continued.

"They told us she was the best guardian angel they had. But she was more than just that. She was their neighbor, their daughter, and their sister all at once. They didn't know if she was a runaway or a rich kid or a lost woman, they just... Cared for her. She was sent to watch over them and it turned out they did the same. They lost her as we all did but she won't be forgotten. She will always live in our hearts."

In the pews, Ned and MJ both looked to Peter. He was quietly sobbing into his aunt and uncle's embrace. As May also cried, Ned's moms did their best to comfort her with reassuring motions. Ben was heartbroken as he listened to the speech, being reminded of when he lost his brother and sister-in-law. They left behind their son and he never stopped caring for Peter as his own. He wanted to do that for you too, to be there when you had no one else. He loved you the same at least.

Tony couldn't fathom how you were so close to him all these years. You could have easily reunited by accident and yet all the odds seemed stacked against it. He was jealous of the family that supposedly looked out for you, but he also couldn't help but wonder if you talked to them about him.

"I'm sorry to her father." Hill finished, focusing on Tony specifically. "I wish things were different."

With that, she finished her speech. The pastor thanked her as she rejoined the bench. Shortly afterwards, people were allowed to stand and say their goodbyes in their own time. While Tony stepped back to compose himself, Hill took it as an opportunity to talk more privately.

"I meant it." She told him. "I wish it didn't end like this."

Tony kept his gaze ahead. "Fury was supposed to bring her back, not keep her away."

"It wasn't the plan. He was going to take her home until she asked not to. She was scared and confused and did what resulted in the least danger. I'm sure you would've done the same."

He didn't say anything, knowing she was right.

"They talked about you." Hill added, noticing the look. "About Badassium, the Avengers Initiative, Stark Industries. No matter how angry she was back then, she still loved you enough to ask."

By now she had guided him to the edge of the casket where your SHIELD uniform and copies of your medals were piled. She handed them to him in silence and Tony could feel his lip tremble the second the fabric touched his skin.

He had to take a breath.

He lifted the uniform up and rested his head against the material, closing his eyes.

Pepper noticed the two and walked over to help Tony. She kissed his cheek and rubbed his back soothingly. He held the uniform up for a moment longer before silently asking for Pepper to take it. She did so with a gentle hand and he smiled in thanks, turning to Hill again.

"Thank you for the speech." He said, placing a hand on her shoulder.

She also put on a smile. "Of course."

After that, it was finally his turn to say goodbye to you.

Every step closer to the casket felt like a step closer to the edge of the world. He could barely breathe. When he finally got to it he had to hold the sides so he wouldn't simply collapse.

You looked like you were sleeping.

His sleeping angel.

Why did it have to hurt so much?

He very slowly leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead, lingering for just a moment because he knew that this was truly the last goodbye.

"I love you." He mumbled.

Then he reached for the pendant around his neck. It had done so much for him in the recent years. It was motivation to find you, it saved him from the scepter's compulsion, it reminded him of the life he missed, and it was simply his reminder of you.

"Your mom wanted you to have this." He said, undoing the clasp and holding it in his hand. "We're so proud of you, babygirl."

With that, he placed it around your neck and laid it out on your chest. He closed his eyes again, focusing on his breathing.

"Remember something good about me. If you can, that is." He looked at you again. "I'm sorry, (Y/n). But maybe you'll get to meet your mom now. She's just like you. Brave. Smart. Beautiful..." He trailed off, not knowing what else to say. "I'll see you both again. I promise."

The sound of a procession outside was what finally faltered his attention from you. He looked over his shoulder to see the officers outside getting the civilians to stand back as a few SHIELD agents stood in the clearing with their guns held to the sky.

Each one fired a shot out of respect and each time Tony flinched. He didn't know why.

The burial was even harder than the goodbye.

You were in the open grave now. You were out of his reach. Any hope that it might just be a bad dream was squandered.

People took turns again, this time to drop flowers on your casket as it rested in the earth. Some cried as they did, some muttered thanks, and some simply bowed their heads.

Tony was very surprised to see a little boy at the funeral. He was clinging to an older couple and seemed shattered by what was happening. Was it the family that Hill had mentioned? He'd never seen them before.

Then of course there was another young boy that showed up. This one, on the other hand, he knew. It was Harley.

Harley dropped a rose on your casket and, while he didn't cry, he was very clearly sad about it all.

Tony stared, amazed and bewildered at the same time. Did Harley know you too? Surely not. That seemed impossible. Where was his family? Why wasn't he in Tennessee?

Some distance away, watching it all play out under the shelter of a tree, stood the disguised Coulson and Fury. They didn't get too close for many reasons, the obvious one being that both of them were meant to be dead themselves.

(pretend they are in disguise) "She didn't deserve this." Coulson was saying, solemn eyes watching the crowd thining.

Fury nodded once. "I know. She will be missed."

"It's more than that. She had this... This gift. One look at her smile and it stayed in your head, one conversation and it felt like you'd known her all your life, and for those who called themselves her friends and family... Her impact was monumental."

"Trust me." He said. "I'm aware of the mark Miss Stark could leave. We've all seen it."

Coulson sighed softly. He wouldn't just miss you, he would mourn you for weeks. Months, even. Maybe years. He would miss the hours you spent together and he would miss all your nicknames for him.

"I never thanked her for fixing up the Bus." He said.

Fury again nodded, this time showing some true emotion. "I never thanked her for the quinjet. SHIELD has lost a great asset."

For another minute, they stood in silence.

"Will you talk to them?" Fury then asked, nodding to the Avengers. "Let them know the truth?"

Coulson considered it, but shook his head. "Some things are better left buried. And we don't need Tony Stark finding out about TAHITI. A grieving parent is one of the more dangerous things in the world."

"At least we can agree on that." He said.

"What about the shooter? Will you find him?"

"I'm leaving that to Stark since we both know he won't relent. But in time, we will. He won't be alone forever. He needs his team."

Another silence.

They went back to watching everyone leave until only the people very close to you or Tony remained in the cemetery. A few graves down from you was his own. Sam, Steve, and Natasha were standing there talking amongst themselves.

When he was sure no one was watching, he reached inside his jacket to take out a mission file. Coulson watched, curious, as Fury offered it to him.

"What's this?" He asked.

"The traitor." Fury replied. "Find him."

Back at your now filled grave, Roberta, Rhodey, Happy, Pepper, and Tony stood in solemnity. Roberta held a handful of gladiolus flowers and tenderly placed them on the fresh dirt.

"I'll visit every month." She promised you. "Take care, little one."

"She'd like that." Tony said, attempting a smile.

She managed a much more secure smile and embraced him in another hug.

"Would you like to stay with us?" Pepper asked her. "It'll save you from all the traveling. At least for a few weeks."

Roberta nodded thankfully. "Of course, dear. I'd love that."

"I think you'll like it. The Tower is very accommodating."

"If Tony built it, I have no doubts."

Pepper was about to reply when another voice called out first.

"Ms. Potts?"

They all turned to see a man with shaded glasses and a cane walking over. Hill was with him. One look at the bag by his side told Pepper all she needed to know.

"That's me." She said, greeting the two halfway. "You must be Matt, yes?"

"That's me." He confirmed. "I'm very sorry for your loss. (Y/n) was a very dear friend."

"Thank you. She was."

Tony watched with suspicious eyes. He looked at Hill and thought back to what she said at the service about how you would flirt sometimes and how people loved you. Was this a boyfriend of yours?

His eyes were drawn to the cane the man now held in his hands. Was he blind?

"Who's this?" He asked, walking over.

As Pepper talked to Matt, she also thought the same, having forgotten to tell Tony about your lawyer situation in all the preparations.

"Sorry, Tony, this is Matt Murdock."

"Who-dock?" He questioned.

Matt merely smiled and offered a hand. "It's good to meet you, Mr. Stark. I'm here because of (Y/n)."

Tony hesitantly shook his head. "I think everyone is."

"Of course. My condolences."

"How did you know her?"

"I'm her lawyer. We sorted through her will."

"Her lawyer?" He frowned, confused and curious. "You're a lawyer?"

Matt nodded with a thin smile. "I know. Who would hire a blind lawyer, am I right?"

Hill, who had gotten to know him quite well now, lightly nudged his arm. "Don't joke. You accepted her request."

Tony looked to Pepper who offered an apologetic smile.

"Is it - Is it just us?" He asked.

"I'm going to need you, Ms. Potts, Mr. Hogan, Mr. Rhodes, and Mr and Mrs. Parker." Matt explained.

"Sorry, who?"

"Benjamin and May Parker."

"Yeah, I'll rephrase. Who?"

"They're here." Hill stated, motioning to a couple some distance away.

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