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riordanness · 7 months

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coffee… at midnight [p.parker]

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Thank goodness for that one boy… I think to myself as I breathe a sigh of relief as the final customer in the line walks out the door of ‘Swift Beans’, the small cafe/corner store I work at every night after school, to save for college next year.

I wouldn’t say that I hate customers, exactly, but large rushes will never, ever be something I enjoy.

Everything about them frustrates me. The stress of so many orders at once? The mess that it leaves everywhere, because you have no time to clean up during the rush itself? The lack of enjoyable chatter with customers?

Honestly, most of the things about this job frustrate me. Mostly, it’s the endless consistency. I hate routines, especially day-by-day ones. The mundane cycle makes me want to scream.

I let out a long sigh of frustration and exhaustion as I finish wiping down the bench behind the counter, and collect the empty milk cartons to take out back to the bins.

When I come back in, I glance up as the door opens and the little cluster of bells hung above it tinkles excitedly as it announces a new customer.

My face breaks into a smile against my will. If it isn’t my absolutely favourite customer. The brown haired, brown eyed boy started coming in here every afternoon at four fifteen exactly about a month ago, and it is the best part of my day, to be honest.

The boy reaches the counter, but before he can open his mouth to order or even say hello, I grin and recite: “One caramel oat milk latte, small, and a honey mustard sandwich with extra pickles.”

His honestly surprised smile is beautiful, and so worth it. “How on earth did you guess that?” he jokes sheepishly.

I roll my eyes lightly, teasing him. “Oh, I don’t know…” I muse, tapping my forefinger on the side of my jaw. “Maybe because you order the exact same thing every single day, and you’ve been doing that consistently for like a year?”

“Technically, it’s only been twenty-five weeks,” he corrects me, his smile almost a smirk as his brown eyes meet mine.

I laugh. “Exactly.” Throwing his pre-wrapped sandwich at him (I make it early just especially for him at the beginning of my shirt everyday), I make my way to the coffee machine, getting a shot of espresso ready and grabbing a takeaway cup to pour it into.

“So,” he says, stepping closer to me to talk. “How was your day?”

I make a slight face of annoyance as I reach for the red carton of oat milk. “Well, I had to go to high school all day, and then I got stuck in this dump of a shop, as usual.” I pour the milk into the shiny milk jug, and place the steam wand into the milk, the tip just under the surface of the milk.

“Hey, at least you’ve got a paying job,” the boy laughs gently.

Raising my eyebrows, I look up at him. “Oh, that’s right. You intern for Tony Stark, right?”

He nods, suddenly looking adorably shy.

“Hey, nothing to be embarrassed about,” I say. “Even if you aren’t getting paid for whatever it is you do, I bet there’s tons of kids who’d kill to be able to work for Tony Stark. Hell, I’d kill to just be in the same building as him.”

He laughs for real this time, and I feel a little swirl in the pit of my stomach. Something about the sound, about his smile, his eyes…

I blink, shake it off, and return my eyes to my milk jug, remembering that I actually have a job and need to do it. I twist the steam knob, and hear the all too familiar hiss of the hot steam coming out of the wand. I watch as the milk folds into a whirlpool, the little ch ch ch of the steam calming my suddenly rattled nerves.

I finish steaming the milk, and expertly pour it into the espresso shot, swirling the mlk around, mixing it with the golden brown creme, before bringing the top of the milk jug right up close to the coffee, and pouring a perfect heart. I bite my lip in satisfaction.

“Aw, look at that!” He smiles, and I give him an appreciative one in return. “I think you get better at latte art everyday,” he says earnestly.

I glance at him in surprise, my brow furrowing. “You really think so?” I ask. I take a lot of pains with my latte art, watching endless videos on how to improve your milk and pouring techniques, and I like to think to myself I’m improving, but no one, not even my manager has ever actually complimented my art skills.

“Yeah, ‘course,” he says, putting the takeaway lid onto the cup, and taking the first sip, the way he always did before leaving. “Mmm, good,” he says, a phrase I’m very used to.

I suddenly feel brave, and meet his brown eyes. I’ve been dying to know this boy’s name for weeks, spending hours every night thinking about him in my bed. I hadn’t fully allowed myself to believe it before, but today, I knew.

I had a crush on this boy, and I didn’t even know his name. I was a pretty shy girl when it came to talking to people I had a genuine interest in knowing. Customers, I could talk to them just fine. A new kid at school or a cute boy? I was absolutely hopeless. Okay, time to finally be fearless, I think, and open my mouth.

“What is your name?”

He gives me that smile I’ve begun to love so much. “Peter,” he says. “Peter Parker.”

“I’m y/n,” I tell Peter.

Peter smiles at me again, and slides a ten dollar bill across the table towards me. “See you tomorrow, y/n,” he says, before he turns and leaves the store.

I glance down at the money, and the note beside it.

call me, pretty girl?

xxx-xxx-xxxx

-Peter

That night at home, I rush through my homework faster than I ever have before. I shower, yank on my pjs, and sit cross-legged on my bed as I stare once again at Peter’s note. I gingerly pick up my cell phone, and swipe it open.

I type in the phone number Peter gave me. My thumb hovers over the green call button, however. I’m not even sure why I’m so nervous about this to be honest. It’s just a phone call. To a boy. To a very cute boy. A very cute boy who I’ve been crushing on for weeks. Who gave me his number and left me a note calling me ‘pretty girl’.

I bite my lip and press the button, hard.

Holding the phone to my ear, I hold my breath as it rings, once twice, three times.

“Hello?”

“Hey,” I say, a little breathlessly.

“Oh, hey, pretty girl,” he says, his voice warm and soft. “You got my note, I see.”

“You basically handed it right to me,” I laugh. “If I somehow missed it, I’d definitely have to get glasses and I really do not want glasses.”

“Why’s that, love?”

My heart skips at the nickname, and an irrationally wide smile creeps onto my face. “I, um, hate how I look with glasses on. I used to have them when I was little and they looked awful.”

“Nah,” Peter says easily, clueless to the effect he was having on me. “I reckon you’d look really cute with glasses on.”

“You think so?” My voice is weak.

“Definitely.” He was not going to be swayed. “You are literally the prettiest girl I have ever seen. Hell, I go to the exact same store every day after school, even though it’s completely out of my way, just to see your smile.”

I’m smiling now, so big it almost hurts my cheeks. I flop backwards onto my pillows, staring up at the fading and peeling glow-in-the-dark star stickers on my ceiling. “I asked for more hours just to be able to serve you. I learned how to make barista coffees just so I could make yours everyday.”

“I think I’m in love with you, y/n,” Peter says suddenly.

My breath hitches. “I-I think I’m in love with you, too,” I say. “I have been for a while, actually.”

I can almost hear his smile through the phone. “I’m glad.”

We stay on the phone for hours after that, chatting endlessly. And the night after, and the night after that. He still comes into the cafe every afternoon, and I still make him his caramel oat latte. And honestly, I’ve never been this happy to have a daily routine.

#peter parker #mcu #mcu peter parker #peter parker fic #short fic #fanfiction #fanfic #mcu fanfic #peter parker fanfic #peter parker fanfiction #mcu peter parker fanfic #mcu peter parker fanfiction #marvel #spider-man #mcu spider-man #tom holland #tom holland fanfiction

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aaronymous999 · 8 months

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Peter Parker who was taken under the wing of a man who had all the power in the world, and acted as a father figure. Peter Parker who cared and loved his father figure but also felt an immense guilt and mixed feelings about him due to him being the opposite of everything Peter stands for, and on a more meta level, being this universe’s equivalent of Norman Osborn for Peter in a lot of ways- ( Billionaire, Profits off military technology/dangerous weapons that put people in harms way, in some ways could be read as people with a pull yourself up from your bootstraps mentality, and always being focused on the big picture instead of looking out for the little guy. )

When Tony Stark dies, friendly neighborhood Spider-Man is expected to take on the mantle of Stark Industries and facing world ending threats just like Tony, but also all the baggage he carried. Peter is gripped with complex feelings on if he even is allowed to be sad- or if he should even be questioning his grief at all, and if questioning his grief makes him a horrible person. Is taking over Stark Industries an extension of his responsibility, or would it be an inherently wrong act?

The MCU missed so many opportunities to play around with Peter’s morality in a context where he exists in the same universe as the Avengers, they do it a bit in No Way Home but not nearly enough! Let Peter have complex moral conflicts and a strict moral code that is challenged! What’s the difference between stopping someone for good by mercifully ending their life, or angrily trying to kill Norman Osborn, a man not always in control of his actions, but who is also in a similar boat as Tony Stark? Are these the same or different? Is killing ever okay, and is encouraging and propping up figures like Tony Stark ever okay?

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lotusthekat · 9 months

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[ID: A reference sheet of sorts for Spider-Frisk, from Earth-201X, indicating an alternate dimension. Here, Frisk is a teenager and they don't wear the mask. We see Spider-Frisk from the front and back, emphasizing the details of their suit, which is basically the one from Spider-Man: Homecoming, with some exceptions: the spider symbols are heart-shaped, only the one in the front is upside down and the other, seen from the back, is a regular red heart with little spider legs around it. A few notes are read in the sheet, mainly Frisk's appearance - they have the same haircut as from when they were a child, their nose is pointier(?) and their face/chin is sharper. Some other notes are related to the heart symbols, for the red one specifically is written "determination". On the right is the color palette. /End ID]

Poorly drawn reference thingy for Spider-Frisk!

Bonus: proof someone has a heart :)

[ID: A simple digital drawing of W. D. Gaster, seen from the back, holding Spider-Frisk's suit. He's staring at the red heart specifically. The background, painted around Gaster, is a light orange. /End ID]

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#undertale #frisk #ut frisk #w. d. gaster #dadster #spider-man: homecoming #mcu peter parker #mcu spider-man

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statisticalcats2 · 7 months

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Beck's having a great time at the meeting

#marvel #mcu #mcu spider-man #sm: ffh #quentin beck #mysterio #statisticalcats creations #pro fiction safe #this is a weird time to post but this was a very impromptu gifset #i wanted to gif that bottom left moment #and it turned into a thing

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irondad-defensesquad · 2 years

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the reason i first fell in love with mcu peter parker was that he was actually a teenager that looked and acted like one, he was smart and funny and kind, maybe a little selfish but he still accepted when he messed up and was willing to move on, and he always strived to do the right thing, no matter the hardships, no matter if it was going to make him unhappy. mcu peter also had great and healthy relationships with his aunt may, tony, happy, his best friend ned, his soon to be girlfriend mj, and even one-off characters like liz and aaron davis.

and it breaks my heart that homecoming is the only movie that celebrates peter's youth. far from home does still let him declare to the girl he likes, but everything only gets worse from there. peter's relationship with tony is completely sidelined by the end, and no way home doesn't even seem to acknowledge it anymore. no way home isn't about mcu peter anymore. they erase everything that made his character and his little universe enjoyable to me.

and now with freshmen year announced, it's pretty clear the mcu doesn't give a shit about its peter parker anymore. it's not gonna be about him, it's another bullshit multiverse project, where none of his friends from the mcu installment are present. they really had the fucking gut to replace tony with norman osborn.

and it's sad bc a lot of ppl LOVED no way home, and it's lonely as fuck when i was there from the beginning, when i found homecoming one of the best mcu movies to this day. homecoming was fun and intriguing and it was FRESH, but almost everyone i see hated it and the mcu only listened to them and everyone is happy. but i'm not. i will never forgive them for ruining my favorite spider-man.

#lotus speaks #mcu peter parker #pro mcu peter parker #mcu spider-man #anti no way home #anti far from home #anti nwh #anti ffh #irondad

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jyrinestories08 · 4 months

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Instead of just bringing other older characters from the MCU like kingpin, kate bishop, ant-man, daredevil for the mcu spider-man college storyline

Why not just give us characters that we haven’t seen yet in the MCU like gwen, harry, felicia or even a mcu version of norman osborn

If you people are going to say is “but he already fought green goblin in smnwh”, the reason why i want to see a mcu norman osborn is just to see how peter would interact to a guy that he hates so much and i want to see him as the main bad guy for the arc so peter can feel gaslighted by harry since harry is his best friend and he doesn’t want to say that he’s spider-man or saying that norman is a bad guy

And also…why not make a romantic subplot between felicia hardy who is in her teen college years and peter would somehow have feelings for her and move on with mj

“But he loves mj so much”

I feel like he has to move on already for her since that he’s in a different school already, he moves on the stark stuff, happy doesn’t even know him anymore, aunt may died, his best friend and girlfriend doesn’t even know him anymore and so he is now in a new life, no stark tech, no wealthy home, just a life where it’s hard but you can make it better

#i chose felicia cause even though i ship gweter but i feel like felicia fits the tone of her being the love interest with a tragic story #and let’s be honest though cause kingpin fits the role of being the villain of daredevil than spider-man #cause his name and tone fits for the game aesthetic for daredevil #kinda like bullseye when his name is also game-like #tombstone is the one that i can accept as a spider-man villain but he will fit as a spider-man villain…if black cat is including #hammerhead? i can just picture him as a hammerhead shark since that almost half of the spider-man villains are animal and creature-like #spider-man #mcu spider-man #spiderman #spiderman 4 #spider-man 4 #mcu spider-man 4 #gwen stacy #harry osborn #felicia hardy #black cat #peterfel #spidercat #norman osborn #the green goblin

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typingtipsandtails · 1 year

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Fandom: Spider-Man ( Tom Holland Movies)

Status: in progress

Tony is trying his best to at least appear calm. He knows if he gets too upset he’ll just end up making Peter shut down more. And he wants, no needs, for Peter to just be honest. Tony needs to know whats Peter been through. What extent of trauma he’s had inflicted on him. So Tony can know how badly he needs to torture the man responsible for Peter being hurt. So Tony is trying his best to at least appear calm and not look like he’s ready to strangle the next person who even looks at Peter wrong. He’s trying and failing by the obvious side glances the detective been giving him.

The detective,Ramirez, keeps attempting to get information from Peter. She keeps gently prying, asking questions she already knows the answers too. Were you ever alone with him? Did he ever give you a ride? When was your first interaction with him? Peter just keeps avoiding her gaze and mumbling out denials and no’s. Tony is getting more and more visibly frustrated. He had one arm was around Peters shoulder. A gesture that was meant to be reassuring. The iron like grip he has on the kids shoulder is making the gesture more controlling then reassuring though.

The detective closes the folders in front of her and clears her throat. “You know we’ve been here for awhile now and I’m sure you can use a break from talking,” her smile is forced and strained. “Can I get you-either of you, a drink?” Tony is about to remark how he’d rather continue with the questioning when Peter mutters a yes please. The detective throws him a quick smile and an of course before leaving the room. As soon as the door closes Peter is squirming out of Tony’s grasp. He hunches closer to the table, hands pressed close to his face. As if he’s trying to hide from Tony’s gaze.

“Can we please- can we just go home now please,” whispers Peter. His voice comes out so quiet. So sad. A part of Tony wants to take Peter far away from this place and never make him have to talk about this whole sick ordeal again. To just go back to the compound and never have Peter leave his sights again.

There’s another, larger, part though. The part that’s filled with just anger and images of the pictures and text messages he saw. The part that wants to just draw out all the information from Peter. To hear every detail just so he can know what happened. Because Tony’s mind keeps coming back with more and more disturbing images of what that monster must have done. “Please, can we just go?” The question is said with so much pain in it Tony almost caves in and says yes. But his need for information wins out. “We’re staying.” Tony voice comes out low and angry. The opposite of how the detective been talking with Peter. The opposite of how Pepper or May would be talking to him in this situation. God, he should’ve let Pepper come instead of him. “We’re staying till you tell us everything that happened.” He’s trying his best to keep the anger out of his voice. “Nothing happened, please can we just go,” Peter is looking up at Tony with Bambi eyes. Pleading and begging to be taken away from this place. “Can we just go, I -“

“ We’re staying,” this time Tony can’t keep the harshness out of his voice. His frustration and anger leaking out. Peter opens his mouth to beg again but Tony cuts him off. “Don’t- just don’t start.” The anger is refusing to be pushed back down. “We’re staying and you’re going to tell them everything. Understood.” His tone is meant to imply no more debate on the subject. “Why are you being like - why are you so upset?” Peter asks more to himself as he slumps back into his chair. The questions ignites a new wave of anger in Tony. “Are you serious right now, you can’t comprehend why I’m upset?” Peter turns his body away but Tony grabs him by the shoulder and forces Peter to face him. “Do you understand why we’re here? Do you even understand how lucky you are that you’re not dead right now or worse?” Tony asks more forcefully then he intended. Peter just looks down at his hands refusing to answer. Tony knows that he should be more gentle with him. More compassionate, less angry. But all he can think is all the times Peter must have been alone with that monster. How many times he could’ve ended up dead. “You know he was taking advantage of you right?” Peter is shaking now, either form holding back tears or from the tight grip on his shoulders Tony can’t tell. “He doesn’t care about you. He’s just some sick pervert that was using you.” The voice in his head is telling him to calm down but anger is winning over rational.

“He’s not-it wasn’t like that,” Peter quietly responds to the barrage of questions.

“Oh he’s not like that. Is that what he told you,” sarcasm dripping form his voice as Tony responds. “He was using you, he doesn’t love you or care about you all he cares about is his own sick needs.”

“That’s not true,” Peter struggles to keep what little composure he has left. “He cares, he-“

“No he doesn’t care! Stop saying that. Stop thinking that,” Tony remarks back forcefully banging his hand on the table. As if to enunciate his point. “He’s using you and I don’t know how you can’t see it. How can you not understand what he’s doing is abuse? How can you be this stupid?”

The question is met with a hit to the face. “Fuck you,” Peter tries and gets up but Tony just forces him back into his seat. “We’re staying,” Tony is standing, hovering over the small child. You need to calm down. He ignores his own inner voice. Peters looking at him with a mixture of hatred and bitterness. “Just ... just shut up,” Peter voice cracks with tears. “I’m not ... you don’t understand anything,” Peter responds sullenly. Before Tony can give an angry retort back the door opens. Detective Ramirez closely followed by another person walks in the room. Ramirez raises an eyebrow at the scene before her but the other person remains a neutral composed face. “I’m Sgt Miller,I’ll be personally overseeing this case.” She extends a hang out to Tony, one which Tony begrudgingly takes. Her face is free of any signs of displeasure from the obvious contempt in the handshake. “I was hoping to get a chance to talk with you in private Mr. Stark. There’s some matters I’d like to discuss with you seeing as Peter’s legal guardian is unavailable right now.” Tony can’t help but notice the emphasis placed on legal guardian. “If you don’t mind following me to my office, we can discuss the trial in more detail. Detective Ramirez can finish up with Peter in here.” She opens the door and makes a gesture for Tony to follow. Part of him wants to stubbornly insist on staying with Peter. Another part of him can tell by the Sgt. demeanor she won’t be so easy to give into demands. There’s also questions he wants answers too. Questions that he didn’t want Peter to hear. With that Tony gets up to follow the Sgt. Before he goes he gives what he hopes is a gentle caring squeeze to Peters shoulder.

The Sgt office is a mess of files and boxes. The desk is covered with papers and books. Sgt Miller takes a seat at the cluttered desk and still manages to give of an air of authority and professionalism. “Have a seat please Mr. Stark.” Tony takes a seat and waits for the Sgt. to begin. “Can I offer you anything to drink; water, tea, coffee -,”

“I’d rather just talk about the facts of the case.” Tony reply is brusque. He’s too tired and stressed to display his usual charismatic self. “Not a problem,” Sgt. Miller says. “Now we do have the suspect in custody and we’re preparing to officially arraign him by tomorrow evening. -“

“So if he’s in custody why hasn’t he been charged yet,” Tony irritation is evident in the question asked.

“We’d like to make sure we have everything prepared so we can have the strongest case.”

“You have the text messages and pictures what more do you need? It’s an open and shut case. He should be in fucking jail already. Why the hell isn’t he? The anger rising at each question thrown at the Sgt.

Sgt. Miller remains unfazed at the outburst of anger. “Cases like these can be more difficult to prosecute. We just want to make sure we have all the necessary information and evidence we can get to make sure he is prosecuted to the full extent of the law.” She pauses for a moment to judge Tony’s reaction. “It would help us actually a great deal if we can get full access to Peters phone and -“

“No,” it comes out automatically. “ You don’t need it,” Tony replies bluntly.

“With all due respect Mr. Stark,” Sgt Miller smile is now strained, “ it would help us a great deal. In most cases like these usually guardians are willingly to let us access-.”

“Well this isn’t most cases now,” Tony says bitterly. “Like my lawyers explained before,” Tony hates how he’s emphasizing lawyers but he needs to get his point across. “-the phone and laptop were given under the terms of him being an intern at my company. There’s new designs Peter was working on that I’d like to make sure stay out of the public eye.” Tony hates the excuse he’s using. Right now he could care less about his company or his designs for new technology. But he can’t risk Peters secret identity getting out. Even with the case. Thaddeus has supposedly given up on trying to find out Spider-Man identity but Tony still doesn’t want to risk it. He can imagine though how this must make him look to the detectives and police squad. A selfish prick who cares more about his company than putting a monster away.

“Yes my detectives have informed me of the concerns you expressed,” Miller voice still remains neutral, despite her obvious disdain. “I would ask you reconsider though. It would help-“

“The answers no.” Tony making sure to leave no doubt on his stance by his tone of voice. “You’re not getting access.”

Sgt. Miller just stares back at him. Tony can’t tell if she wants to yell at him or hit him. He doesn’t care at this point. He feels tired and even more annoyed than earlier. Regretting listening to his Peppers suggestion about navigating this whole situation the “proper way” and get the police involved. Tony wishes he’d just gone with his original plan and taking care of this whole mess himself.

“I see,” she pauses and takes a deep breath. “It’s getting late, I’m sure you want to get going. We can continue this meeting at another time.” Miller gets up opening the door for Tony. “My detective should be finishing up with Peter right now anyways.” There’s a smile on her face but the tone is no longer neutral. It’s filled with contempt and tiredness. Tony walks out the office not bothering with pleasantries.

He walks to the front. His whole body is shaking. With just a sense of hatred. Hatred at that sick bastard for ever being near Peter , the police for not just throwing that man in jail and himself for involving them in the first place. Tony wants to hit someone, to wreck something, to just have an outlet for his rage.

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The drive back is silent. Peter still refusing to talk to Tony. Peter breathes deeply, shoulders shaking. Trying to hold back his tears. Tony sure if Pepper was here with them that she’d know how to handle this. How to comfort the boy. How to be a parent.

Tony can’t help but feel like a failure. The one thing he wanted to do was to protect Peter. He felt such affection for the boy. As if he was his own flesh and blood. Tony always wanted to be a father. To have a kid of his own to raise. Peter had been like a chance to have one. A chance Tony royally fucked up. While Tony hates with a passion that monster for taking advantage of his Peter, he can’t help but hate himself more. Can’t help but blame himself for pushing Peter away and into the arms of a predator. For missing all the warning signs. For not being there to stop the abuse.

Tony hates himself.

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ordinaryschmuck · 1 year

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Live Action Spider-Mans and their suits

...I have no reason to make this. I just wanted to show off how awesome Spider-Man looks.

#spider-man #spider man #raimi spider man #amazing spider-man #mcu spider man #mcu spider-man

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palatteflags · 11 months

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Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield) and Tim Drake from Marvel and DC, respectively. For an anon! Hope you like this!

Want one? Send an ask!! -mod Jay

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lowkeyed1 · 1 month

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Got a WIP you abandoned that you’d like to share a snippet from? Even if you don’t plan on finishing it.

thanks for the ask! i actually did start an MCU Spider-Man story a few months ago and then kind of got distracted, so this is just a rough draft, but here you go <3 -----

Peter stood outside the ritzy apartment building, and took a deep breath. He’d been putting this off as long as he could, but he couldn’t any longer. Flash hadn’t been in school all week, and now they had a group project. He had to at least talk to him about it, and since his apartment wasn’t that far from Stark Tower, it just made sense to go do it in person. He had a feeling if he texted, Flash would just leave him on read anyway.

The doorman opened the door for him. Peter smiled uncomfortably and said thank you, walking through and stopping short. Of course Flash lived in a place fancy enough to have a desk person. He sighed and walked up. “Um. I’m Peter? I have a class with Flash, I mean, Eugene Thompson? I have some schoolwork for him.” The concierge looked at him doubtfully, and picked up the phone. “Hello, I have a classmate of young Mr. Thompson here with some homework for him. Yes? All right. Thank you!” She pursed her lips and indicated the elevator on the right. “Thirty-seventh floor,” she said. “Thank you,” Peter said, bobbing his head and moving in the indicated direction. He waited for the elevator, nervously clutching at his backpack straps. He could feel the woman at the desk watching him with disapproval. Finally the elevator came, and when he disembarked he was surprised to find himself in a fancy little foyer with small decorative tables and just one door. Did the Thompsons live on the entire 37th floor? Crazy. He stepped forward and rang the bell. A pleasant-looking middle-aged woman answered the door and sized him up. Peter’s eyes widened at the large double staircase behind her. Flash’s family lived on two floors, apparently. “You’re Eugene’s friend? His bedroom is up the stairs, down that hall, second door on the right.” He bobbed his head. “Thank you, Mrs. Thompson.” She laughed. “I’m just the housekeeper, kid.” Her smile was kind. “Go on.” Peter nodded again, his face flaming, and climbed the stairs. Everything was gleaming marble and polished metal and so fancy-looking he was almost afraid to breathe too hard. When he reached what he hoped was the right door, he steeled himself and knocked. After a moment the door opened, and Flash looked at him with shock. “Parker? What the fuck are you doing here?” Peter stared back. Flash had a large dark bruise high on one cheekbone, a faded purple that spoke to it being a much uglier color a few days prior. In his line of work, Peter knew about bruising. “What happened to your face?” he blurted. Flash flinched, one hand half-rising to his face before he dropped it. “Fell down,” he said, his voice light and nonchalant. “I repeat, what the fuck are you doing here?”

#spider-man fanfic #mcu spider-man

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