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lemonlillybee · 2 years

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Sicktember Day 7: Backup

Sicktember Day 7

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41563788

Title: Backup

Prompt: A cry for attention

Fandom: Spider-Man (MCU)

Word Count: ~1600

A/N: First week of @sicktember down, can you believe it?? This one is a whumpy sickfic, warnings for injuries and I guess swearing?

Honestly, Peter knows better than to take on so many people all at once all by himself. But as he watches the group of criminals from his spot on a tree branch, his spidey-sense going haywire, he pushes that thought to the back of his mind. He’s been feeling unsettled all evening, and now that he’s followed his gut to this part of town he’s pretty sure he knows why. These guys are bad news. He’s also pretty sure if he catches them off guard and works quickly, he can have them webbed up in no time.

Probably.

Three or so hours into patrolling in the rain, Peter feels like a damn icicle, and even with the heater in his suit on full blast he’s shivering hard. He can barely feel his fingers and toes, his nose is running, and he’d give anything to be dry right now.

But first, he has to get the bad guys.

He swings down from the tree and lands in a puddle– the whole damn ground is a puddle at this point. The group of men have already disappeared down the alleyway between two buildings, so he follows quickly, slipping into the dark shadows and sticking close to the wall.

The first sign that something’s wrong is when the hair on the back of his neck stands up, like something’s approaching from behind, but when he spins around there’s nothing there. By then, it’s too late, and when he turns back around he’s slammed up against the brick wall by a force that’s stronger than he is.

“Who sent you? Why are you following us?” One of the men growls, and Peter laughs nervously when he realizes that none of them are actually physically holding him against the building.

“Wow, are you guys wizards?” He asks, his voice coming out embarrassingly shaky. He tries to free himself from the wall, but it takes all of his strength just to pull his arm forward a couple of inches, and by the time he’s able to even attempt to aim his web shooters the group has already closed in on him.

From there, it’s a blur of punches and kicks, with four or five sets of hands coming at him from all sides. One of them definitely has a knife, if the repeated stabbing pain in his side is anything to go by. He spots a man standing back several feet, the one pointing some kind of weapon at him that he’s never seen before, and gets the feeling he only has a limited amount of time to get the hell out of here before he’s done for.

Just as Peter finally pushes his arm forward enough to fire a web, something cracks down hard on his elbow, making him cry out in pain and his web to fly in the opposite direction. He cries out in pain, but it’s enough of a diversion to temporarily distract the man with the weapon. Peter takes the opportunity to shoot another web at his legs, pulling his feet out from under him, and once the weapon is aimed away from him he falls to the ground, no longer held by the invisible force.

He barely makes it up to the rooftop of a nearby building before he collapses on his back. It’s just his luck that the rain is picking up now. When he reaches up to pull off his mask, he realizes his left shoulder is dislocated. His right arm is probably broken, but he can barely feel it. The rain pelts his face and makes the gash on his forehead sting.

Sirens sound in the distance. Peter wills himself to get up, to at least follow the men with the freaky weapon he’d just narrowly escaped so he can get a location or some more information, something to make this not the absolute worst idea he’s ever had, but when he closes his eyes he can’t open them again and he lets himself surrender to the spinning, painful darkness.

–- 🕷–- –- 🕷–- –- 🕷–-

“Is there a reason you didn’t call for backup?”

Peter cracks open one eye, then closes it again with a hiss when a raindrop plops right in his eye.

“Fuck.”

“What is this, a cry for attention? Do I not give you enough attention?”

Peter groans. He feels like his entire body is on fire.

“You have a direct line, Peter. You literally just have to say out loud that you need backup, and boom. Help. Just like that. I thought you Zoomers were all about the technology, hm?”

Even though he feels like he’s about to pass out, Peter squints until he’s able to focus on Tony. Fuck, even his eyes feel hot.

“T’ny?”

Tony squats down next to him, his eyebrows scrunching like they do when he’s mad, but it’s not anger in his eyes.

It takes a minute for him to realize Tony is waiting for him to say something, but by then he can’t remember what he was even going to say. Instead, he groans again, wishing he could just be dry. Or not on fire. He feels a cool hand on his forehead and doesn’t even try to stifle the whimper that comes out.

“Jesus, kid. You’re burning up. Karen says you’re bleeding, a lot, and that you’ve been up here in the rain for an hour? On top of four hours of patrolling in the rain?”

“Hngh.”

“Yeah, exactly. So we’re gonna get going, and I’m going to need you to cooperate. Think you can do that for me?”

Peter tries to listen to what Tony is saying, but his ears are hot and he can’t stop shaking. He feels himself being lifted up and held against something cold and hard, and then they’re moving, wind and rain whipping against his face until the darkness washes over him again.

–- 🕷–- –- 🕷–- –- 🕷–-

When Peter wakes up, the all too familiar bright lights and smell of the med bay floods his senses. He’s shivering violently, his throat raw and his mouth dry, and when he tries to sit up his head throbs in protest.

“Try to stay still,” Tony murmurs, eyes fixed on Peter’s forehead. “I’m going to stitch this up.” He gently taps the space above his eyebrow, just under the wound there. Peter nods slightly, clenching his jaw as he tries to stop shivering. His face is hot. Tony reaches down to cup the side of his neck with his left hand, thumb moving absently up and down under his jaw in a comforting motion until he relaxes it.

Between the pounding in his temples and the fever coursing through his body, he barely feels Tony stitching him up. When he’s done, Peter lifts his head just enough to look down at the rest of his body. Tony has already set his broken arm, as well as patched up the stab wounds in his side, and Peter can see stitches on his shin and the back of his right hand.

Peter lets his head fall back on the bed and closes his eyes. He hears Tony moving around and almost lets himself drift off, but he’s so thirsty he can’t.

“Okay,” Tony says, and Peter cracks one eye open to look up at the older man. “Last thing we’ve got is your shoulder.”

Peter opens his mouth and tries to ask for water, but all that comes out is a raspy squeak of an exhale. He clears his throat and tries again. “Water?”

Tony nods, filling a paper cup at the sink and bringing it over. Peter lets Tony help him sit up just enough to take a few sips, and then he takes a washcloth off of his forehead that Peter hadn’t even realized was there. He changes it out for a fresh, cold cloth, and Peter shivers, sighing in relief at the cool touch.

“I’m so sorry,” Tony says, but before Peter can ask what for he feels intense, white hot pain in his left shoulder as Tony expertly pops it back into place.

“Fuck,” he croaks, squeezing his eyes shut. He lets out a shaky breath and licks his dry lips. “Fuck.”

A few minutes pass before Peter’s able to open his eyes again. He watches Tony finish cleaning up before he comes over, sitting down in a chair next to the bed. Tony brushes his hand through his curls, an unreadable expression on his face. “All patched up,” he says, lips pressed tightly together.

Peter is trying to think of where to start with his apology when Tony heaves a long sigh.

“I’m saving the big lecture for after you heal up. Luckily I won’t have to wait very long. I want you to rest up, okay? Bruce will be here to check you out in the morning.”

Peter nods, and before he can reply Tony stands and walks across the room, turning off the bright lights overhead. At first, Peter thinks he’s going to leave, and a pang of sadness hits him, bringing tears to his eyes embarrassingly fast. When Tony returns to his side a moment later with another paper cup of water and a thin blanket, he blinks hard, thankful for the darkness.

Peter gingerly lifts his arm to hold the cup, downing the water before slumping back against the bed. Tony pulls the blanket to his chest and rubs small circles on his chest when Peter shivers hard, suddenly feeling cold again.

“Sleep,” Tony whispers.

“Thank you,” Peter whispers back, and he falls asleep with Tony’s hand on his chest and the steady, calming sound of Tony’s heart beating next to his ear.

#sicktember #Sicktember 2022 #sickfic #sick peter parker #peter parker whump #injury #swearing #hurt peter parker #whump #irondad #spiderson #spiderman #mcu #fever

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daniraevys · 1 year

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I posted 36 times in 2022

That's 36 more posts than 2021!

36 posts created (100%)

0 posts reblogged (0%)

I tagged 36 of my posts in 2022

#mcu - 18 posts

#marvel - 17 posts

#ao3 - 8 posts

#fanfiction - 8 posts

#disney plus - 7 posts

#star wars - 7 posts

#fanfic - 7 posts

#peter parker - 6 posts

#spiderman - 6 posts

#archive of our own - 6 posts

Longest Tag: 96 characters

#bruce and tony just gravitate towards each other as if it is the most natural thing in the world

My Top Posts in 2022:

She-Hulk Ep 8 Ending:

What do you mean the episode ended with She-Hulk being seen as a monster in a disastrous gala? !

Nah it ended with Matt's walk of shame.

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147 notes - Posted October 8, 2022

Eternals has way too many ships, but only one matters to me!

Me: Watches Eternals movie 3 months late on Disney+

Surprise: Somehow manages to avoid spoilers!!!(Probably cuz never read the comics, nor watched the movie clips)

Watches all the new characters: faints

Spends 2hrs organizing thoughts on movie and recollects everything.

Goes to YT: Watches Breakdowns and explanations of the movie(instead of doing homework)

Mentally organizes all the ships in the movie and decides favourites:

Sprite x Ikaris : NO!!

Sersi x Ikaris : Meh

Thena x Eros : Interesting😏, needs more time

Sersi x Dane Whitman : Interesting

Thena x Gilgamesh : Heartbreaking, please give them a happy ending😥

Phastos x Ben Stoss : Perfection, they deserve to be happy together

Druig x Makkari : OTP! Perfection! Incredible! Amazing! Eternal pairing! Unstoppable!

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158 notes - Posted January 14, 2022

Why is Martin Freeman so damn shippable?!

Three of my OTPs are just him with other people.

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224 notes - Posted October 16, 2022

Me: Watches She-Hulk Episode 1

Everyone: Talks about anger issues and sexism, Badass Jennifer Walters, Bad CGI, Steve Rogers Fuc--

Me: Bruce and Tony. Tony and Bruce. Bruce and Tony. Tony and Bruce. Bruce and Tony.......(on loop)

...

Bonus: Those damn initials!

They remind me too much of romance movies where people carve their initials to showcase their undying love.

324 notes - Posted August 21, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Science BFFs

Bruce Banner and Tony Stark have such beautiful friendship and I'm just tearing up everytime I see Bruce being sad about Tony in She-Hulk Ep 1.

From the moment they meet they finish each other sentences whether it be about science theories or just quips.

Tony (to Bruce when they first meet): Finally someone who speaks English.

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374 notes - Posted August 20, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

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nerdflash · 3 years

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Lights, Camera, Action

A/N: This is Part Nine of the Lights, Camera, Action series. No one really seems to have liked the last part, but that’s ok as I’m mostly writing this to help myself get back into writing. Here are the links to the other parts if you want to catch up.

Part One - On Set Favourites Part Two - Mixed Messages Part Three - The Orchid Part Four - Tears of a Clown Part Five - Dazed & Confused Part Six - Moving Day Part Seven - Trying to Forget Part Eight - Action

Synopsis: There’s good new shares but could it lead to a potentially awkward celebration?

Word Count: 2.3k Mentions: Alcohol, sexual tension, teasing and jealousy Tags: Let me know if you want to be tagged. Tagging @wanniiieeee @happyeverafterjunkie , @cherthegoddess @writingformany and @tayrey21

Part Nine - Cause for Celebration

The next two weeks seem to pass in a blur. A week off from work, you’d spent most of the time catching up on calls to people back home, having drinks with Vanessa and spending lots of time with Taron.

The biggest shock had been the first week back at work, Tom turning up with Nadia in hand. A flash of anger and jealousy had gone through you, tugging at your stomach but you realised that choices had been made and you decidedly drawn a line under the whole “thing” with Tom. The girl had been aloof with you despite you trying your best to be nice and make an effort. Always regarding you with a look of coolness mixed with slight disgust.

You were taking a break outside the studio, it was so warm in there with all the lights on and camera’s running. You puffed out breath and turn to see Nadia waltz out, you offer her a smile but are only greeted with a raised eyebrow and a slight eyeroll. Biting your tongue you take a pull of water from the bottle your holding, squinting an eye at the sun.

You’re surprised to see Vanessa’s car pull up, and the woman beaming at you through the window, a man you don’t recognise in the passenger seat. She steps out and is followed by the man doing the same thing, only seconds later. You straighten up and smile.

“Aren’t you meant to be off today?” Your friend looks close to bursting as she comes closer to you, the man at her side.

“I am but I was so excited, I had to tell someone.” Your eyes widen and look into the face of the man who is grinning. He’s got kind eyes and the way he has his hand placed gently on Vanessa’s lower back tells you this must be Ted, the guy Vanessa has been dating for a while now. You smile at your friend playfully.

“Aren’t you going to introduce me?” Vanessa gives you the biggest smile you’ve ever seen on her face, and you feel a swell of affection for her.

“Of course...This is my fiance Ted.” It takes you a second to digest the word before you let out an excited cry and pull your friend and Ted into a hug. The three of you are stood laughing excitedly for a few moments. You don’t hear the stage door open again, you all fall apart as you hear Taron’s voice.

“What’s going on here?” He’s smiling and your stomach falls slightly when you see Tom is just behind him, a confused look on his face. Vanessa repeats her news and basks in the congratulations from Taron and Tom, both of whom pull her into a hug, kissing her on the cheek and then shaking Ted’s hand.

You reach for your friend’s hand and look at the ring, whistling. “Wow Ted, you must really love our Vanessa! That’s a beautiful ring.” Vanessa smiles at you once again and you can’t help but pull her into another hug as Ted looks at her with so much love and says how much she means to him.

“Listen this is lovely news, please let me take you out for dinner and drinks at the weekend to celebrate.” Tom says with a big smile on his face, he turns to look at you and Taron, his eyes subtly strained.

“You two are invited too.” You’re about to protest but Tom smiles at you and it reaches his eyes, his voice genuine. “You’re the closest to Vanessa, you have to be there.” You smile back and nod your head.

“Okay, Taron?” You turn to look at the other man who is smiling, he reaches out to shake Tom’s hand and you see Tom visibly freezes for a moment before accepting his hand and smiling back, albeit slightly awkwardly.

“That’s really kind of you, thanks mate.” Before Tom can respond, Nadia is at his side, eyeing you and forcefully grabbing his arm. She plants a kiss on his cheek.

“What are you being thanked for gorgeous?” You try not to roll your eyes at the saccharine way she says gorgeous. He puts his hand on the small of her back and you look away. It is Vanessa who responds.

“Oh,hi Nadia, Tom has just kindly invited us out to dinner to celebrate our engagement at the weekend.” Something flashes in the girls face but she keeps her voice balanced.

“Congrats dahhhling...That will be lovely...Just the four of us.” As she says these last words she squeezes Vanessa’s hand affectionately and looks at you smugly. You inwardly cringe at the faux niceness.

“Actually Y/N and Taron are coming along too.” Tom’s voice is small and at first you’re not sure that the girl has heard him, but her cheeks betray her. A flash of pink and a look of anger flashing in her eyes.

“Oh...Well...I suppose the more the merrier.” She loops her hand through Tom’s arm and starts pulling him away “Let’s leave the love birds darling, besides I want some Tom time.” Tom looks visibly awkward as she bops the front of his nose and you see both Ted and Taron stifle a laugh as Nadia pulls Tom away, whispering theatrically.

“You could have given me more warning and notice. I’ll have to go shopping for a new dress.” Tom’s shoulders sag but you can’t help but laugh as you hear Ted lean to Vanessa and whisper.

“Please never do that to me!”

Usually you wouldn’t drink spirits neat, but your stomach feels knotted with nerves. You knock back the rum and wince at the burning sensation at the back of your throat. But a warm wave of calm comes over you.

Walking over to the full length mirror in your hallway, you take in your reflection and actually like what you see. You’d been saving up for a while to get yourself the dress you’re wearing. A white silk, halter dress, cut low in the back, a side split that shows off some thigh. It fits you in all the right places and with your hair styled simply, curls over one shoulder. You’ve done a smokey eye and finished it off with a deep red lipstick. You had intended to wear it for the film premiere, but none of your dresses were fancy enough for the place you were going tonight.

You’re pulled out of your thoughts by a knock on the door. Giving yourself one last look over in the mirror, you smooth you dress down and pull open the door. Your mouth falls into an o shape as you take in Taron stood there in a tux. His eyes move from your feet slowly up to your face.

“Wow!” You flush and pull him to you.

“I was going to say the same thing. You look amazing.” You smile at him and feel your body flush with warmth at the look in his eyes.

“You look absolutely beautiful.” You close your eyes, your smile growing bigger and brush your lips against his. His kisses make you feel like you’re floating and when you pull away a moment later, you raise your eyebrow at him, eyes seductive. The length of him pressed against your thigh.

“Something on your mind?” You grab him in your hand and bite your lip at the hungry eyes he gives you. He kisses you again, harder this time and you moan softly as he traces his finger tips up your exposed back. But your phone rings, so you pull away flushed and smirk at Taron as he groans and follows you with his eyes as you reach for your phone.

“Hey you….What? Really? Yeah, yeah that was nice of him...Ok, cool. We’ll be outside in a few minutes.”

You hang up and look over at Taron who has your lipstick smeared across his lips. You reach for a tissue and pass it to him, he grins and takes it from you.

“That was Vanessa, apparently Tom hired a limo with champagne for us all to travel in, her and Ted are outside right now.” Taron raises his eyebrows.

“What a nice guy! Shall we?” He holds his arm out an angle and after redoing your lipstick and giving yourself one last look over in your compact. You weave your arm through his and nod your head. As you close the apartment door Taron leans over and whispers in your ear

“Don’t think I won’t finish what I started!” He winks at you and you feel your face flush.

Settled in the back of the limousine, you smile and raise your glass to Vanessa and Ted. Like Taron, Ted is also wearing a tux and Vanessa looks absolutely stunning in a black tulle skirt embroidered with leaves, and a silk black crop top. Your smile widens at the happiness in your friends face and the way Ted looks at her? It’s clear he’s crazy about her.

“Cheers and congratulations again!” The four of you clink glasses and Ted grins back at you.

“Thanks...So how long have you two been together?” he gestures at you and Taron with his glass, putting one arm around Vanessa, who moves closer and places a hand on his knee. You’re not sure how to answer. You’ve barely spent a day apart, you’d had nights where you both sat up playing records and talking about anything and everything and days where you’d spent the whole day in bed, sleeping, reading and exploring each other.

Taron reaches for your spare hand and kisses the back of it, you turn to look at him and stare into his eyes. Those beautiful eyes that you often get lost in.

“Well, actually, I did want to talk to Y/N about this but maybe it’s the champagne or being around you two, but…” He turns to look at you here and you feel your body gripped with fear. He can’t be proposing, surely. You lick your suddenly dry lips and hold your breath.

“I was wondering if maybe, you’d like to make this official? Call ourselves a couple?” You feel your eyes light up and you smile at him playfully.

“Like...Be your girlfriend?” Taron swallows, his cheeks flushed, he pulls at his collar slightly.

“Erm...Yeah, I guess that’s what I’m saying…” He trails off, lowering his eyes. Something swells in your chest, you lift his chin with your finger and smile at him.

“Okay...Yes.” Relief floods his face and he pulls you into a kiss as Ted whoops and Vanessa puts a hand to her chest and says.

“That was one of the sweetest things I’ve ever seen!” The pair of you blush and give each other one more kiss. Ted reaches for another bottle of champagne.

“Come on guys let’s celebrate this too!” And as he pops open the bottle you look at Taron and smile. Genuine happiness flowing through you.

As the limo pulls up outside the fanciest restaurant you’ve ever laid eyes on, you already feel quite giggly and warm. You look through the window and see Tom stood outside with Nadia next to him. The breath leaves your body as you look at him in a suit and glasses. He looks annoyed and Nadia is pouting. As if picking up on your thoughts at the same time, Ted whispers to Vanessa.

“They don’t look happy.” Vanessa shrugs her shoulders, not wanting anything to spoil the night, when it’s already been so perfect.

“Maybe they’ve been waiting for us, come on, let’s not keep them waiting.” Taron goes to open the door but you grip his arm.

“Wait, Vanessa and Ted should get out first, after all this is for them.” Taron nods and smiles.

“You’re right. You first.” Both Ted and Vanessa smile at you, Vanessa giving you a look that tells you how much she appreciates you and you nod your head returning the smile. As the pair climb out of the limo first, you watch Tom smile at the sight of Vanessa and watch Nadia transform from moody to unphased in a split second. Next out is Taron and you see Tom clench his jaw, as Nadia stands up a little straighter, making her smile even bigger. It falls slightly when he doesn’t acknowledge her and turns to offer you his hand as you clim out. A hand your thankful for, as you’re able to slide out without flashing your underwear.

You stand up straight and smooth the hair over your shoulder and flush as Tom says.

“Wow!” Nadia’s head snaps to look at him and then it’s a flurry of activity as Tom comes toward Vanessa and pulls her into a hug.

“I mean wow...Look at you both!” He shakes Ted’s hand again. “You look great.” He offers them a brilliant smile, Vanessa blushes slightly and Ted looks at her admiringly as though he already knows how amazing she is, and he’s relieved to know other people see it too. Nadia steps forward and air kisses Vanessa’s cheek, she turns and does the same to Ted.

Tom smiles at you and you smile back as Nadia gasps and grips Taron’s arm, which sends a flash of rage through you.

“Wow...Don’t you scrub up well.” Taron frowns slightly and smiles.

“Er...thanks?” He looks at you but before you can intervene, Nadia hooks her arm through Taron’s and flashes him a beautiful smile.

“Come on, lets go in. Our tables ready...Tom insisted we wait outside for you. But I’m getting chilly.” She leads Taron towards the door, Taron shooting a glance at you over his shoulder. You try to ignore Ted and Vanessa raising their eyebrows at each other as they follow suit. You exhale softly and for some reason feel tears sting your eyes as you smooth down your dress subconsciously and pull your clutch bag closer.

Tom takes a step closer, his eyes burning over every inch of your face, he holds out his arm.

“Shall we?” You have no choice but to take it and follow the others inside.

#Tom Holland x Fem!Reader #Tom Holland x y/n #Tom Holland fanfiction #Tom Holland fanfic #Taron Egerton #Taron Egerton au #Fanfic #MCU #AU fuc #29th July 2021

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