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all-things-breathing · 10 months
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Miles: oh, you’re that nerd from earth 19-9999 that messed with the multiverse right?
MCU Peter: yeah sorry about that, I was trying to get into college
Miles: damn, at least when I messed with the multiverse it was to save my dad
MCU Peter: that’s amazing! I guess I still have a lot to learn
Miles: wait, you weren’t able to save your dad?
MCU Peter: oh, don’t worry about that. my parents actually died when I was a kid, it was my Aunt May I couldn’t save
Miles: oh… sorry about that. for me it was my uncle
MCU Peter: yeah, my uncle died too. and then my mentor died. and I was dead for a few years too. I also got hit by a train. then the universe forgot I existed so I didn’t end up getting into college anyway and none of my loved ones remember me. just Spider-man stuff tho idk
Miles: holy shit, Miguel really is the biggest asshole
MCU Peter: who?
Miles: don’t worry about it. hey, how would you like to join a Multiverse Canon Resistance gang? it comes with a cool watch
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doctor-donnaa · 2 years
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“It’s okay. I’m a nice guy.”
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unicornspwnall · 2 years
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SPIDER-MAN NO WAY HOME: THE MORE FUN STUFF (2022) dir. Jon Watts
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selantris · 2 years
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— a really stupid lawyer
matt murdock x reader
cross posted on ao3 @selantris
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if you had the choice, you would have thrown that brick at the back of matt’s head.
“I’m sorry — God, I am so sorry-”
”Do not even speak to me, Matthew,” you walked right past his ashamed and pleading figure, heading straight to the car where Foggy waited for the two of you outside of the apartment building.
“I’m so sorry! It was just a reflex,” Matt trailed right behind you, his words coming out jumbled due to their speed, “it was coming right for you!”
“And Peter, who if you forgot, has super spider reflexes would have caught it!” the irritation in your voice as you finally spoke to him properly since the unfortunate event occurred was enough to make him wince, “And “I’m a really good lawyer”?! Seriously?! You’re really fucking lucky I don’t grab that cane and stick it right up your-“
You stopped when you noticed the middle aged woman with a child by her side glaring at you from the crosswalk nearby at your vulgar language — and the fact that it was targeted towards a blind man.
“ He screwed up, didn’t he?” You had barely registered Foggy who had now stepped outside of the car, your facial expression the moment you exited the building had been enough to tell him what happened; a deep, displeased sigh escaped his lips as he approached you both.
Matt instantly grimaced at the thought of the incident.
“Understatement of the fucking year,” you deadpanned, still plagued and drowning in mortification, disappointment, and shock.
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35 minutes earlier
“Foggy, Foggy, Foggy,” Matt’s phone blared, interrupting the discussion you, him, Peter, May, and Happy were having concerning the teen’s quite public and controversial current case.
“One moment,” Matt excused himself, remembering to grab his cane as your lectures before the two of you had arrived to Peter’s apartment about not being suspicious and actually acting blind ringing in his head. You gave him a small proud smile at his notion, happy that he was keeping up the act properly.
It wasn’t that he didn’t keep up the blind act well for most of his life. You knew that any normal person wouldn’t suspect a thing about him. But, you had from the moment you met him. You had noticed the way he would sometimes just drag the cane in his hand, with no real direction of it, how he would manage to dodge people and objects that even you missed, or the way it seemed as though he was the one directing you when you had a grip on his elbow, not the other way around.
And he had only become more sloppy ever since he revealed his identity to you. You had become another addition to those who knew his other part time job.
Given the fact that he spent most of his time with you, Foggy, and Karen, he no longer had to keep up his act; which this in return made him careless at not being so obvious in public and amongst others.
And unfortunately, just like you are keenly observant, so is Peter.
So you had made it very clear to Matt before the two had met for the first time today that he could not, under any circumstances, be an idiot today.
Although Matt and you have been married for over a year now, together for a little under four, he hadn’t had the chance to meet Peter yet.
You had been quite close with Peter ever since Tony had introduced him to you when you still worked for the Avenger’s legal team.
In a way, the two of you had a sibling-like bond.
So, you would think that someone that is that close to you would have met your husband by now and had been in attendance to your wedding ceremony.
But alas, the blip was to blame.
“Peter, don’t worry, everything’s going to be alright,” you put a hand on his shoulder when you noticed the anxious shaking of his leg and biting of his lower lip.
“Y-yeah — yeah, it will, I know,” he practically stumbled over his words, trying to convince himself that what he was saying was true.
Your gentle rubbing of his back with your palm had managed to calm him down for the moment as he turned his head and gave you a small smile at the act.
“So..” you started, your gaze landing on Matt whose back was facing you as he stood across the room, one hand holding his phone to his ear and the other gripping his cane as it rested on his hip, an action he did far too often, “What do you think of Matt?”
Peter let out a small chuckle under his breath at the nervousness in your tone as you asked the grave question, as if he was your father and you were asking approval of a boy.
With his best attempt at a deep, gruff voice, a fake stern expression on his face, Peter sat up straight, clearing his throat, “I do not approve of him and I demand you stop seeing him immediately, young lady.”
You gave him a light smack on the back of his head, the both of you erupting into quiet laughs at his horrendous imitation.
As both of your laughs died down, Peter’s expression softened, “In all realness, I think he’s amazing. The two of you look great together.”
“Really?” Your eyes met his, a smile landing on your face at his words.
“Really,” He repeated with a grin, “although, he is quite scary for a blind man.”
You could not help but laugh at the irony of his observation, in both humor but also a sheer amount of nervousness at how quick Peter was able to take note of such a thing, “How so?”
“I don’t know; he’s very intimidating. It feels like he’s staring deep into my soul.”
“That’s just the lawyer in him, Pete,” you jokingly reassured, holding back on making a blind joke at his statement, “Remember you thought the same of me when we first met too.”
“That’s true. You were quite scary.”
“Hey!” You smacked his head — again, “I was not scary. You think everyone who is older than you is scary.”
“Please, enough with the head hitting. I already get enough concussions on the regular,” He massaged the area you attacked seconds prior.
Suddenly as if a thought had planted itself in Peter’s mind, he turned to you, a bit amused and also curious, “Did you ever tell him about you and Mr. Rogers?”
“Shut up-”
“Great news,” Matt interrupted, perfectly on time, as he sat down next to you, a look of confusion on his face, eyebrows raised minimally, as he shot you a glance, seemingly about your conversation just now with Peter, The look lasted a second as he faced the general direction of the rest of you, Happy and May both intently waiting for him to continue as they tuned in, “I don’t believe any of the charges against you are going to stick.”
“Wait, seriously?!” Peter exclaimed in relief and shock, the same expressions mirrored on the rest of you at the announcement.
“I told you!” You gave a small shake of Peter’s shoulders in excitement, “Did Foggy finalize the paperwork?” You turned back to ask Matt who had his head tilted – the habitual gesture he did when he was trying to tune in his senses on something in particular.
He tuned back out at your question, “Yes, sweetheart. There’s only a few more things to wrap up, but we can do that back at the office.”
Your eyebrows furrowed at his action from a few moments prior, but his quick shake of his head and slight wave of his hand was enough to dismiss your concern.
“Oh my god, thank you guys so much. This is amazing!” Peter beamed in joy, finding it hard to believe how everything was suddenly working out in his favor.
“Thank you both; I don’t know what we would have done without you,” May softly spoke in contrast to her nephew’s yawps, putting her palm on your shoulder with a slight squeeze to show her gratitude.
You placed your hand over hers, “Of course, May.”
“You are welcome,” Matt replied with a genuine smile. He knew just how much both Parker’s meant to you and was glad that he had anything to do with helping them out, not just for their benefit, but also for the reasoning of how relieved and happy it made you.
You had been practically losing your mind ever since Peter’s identity was revealed — stressed, anxious, and worried all together for what this meant for the two of them. Knowing that he was able to somewhat assist in fixing this car wreck of an affair was enough payment for him.
But the happiness in the atmosphere was cut short when Matt turned to face Happy, his look turning serious, “However, Mr. Hogan…”
“Yes?” Happy replied, still glimmering with excitement over the recent disclosure.
“The feds are actively investigating the missing technology,” Matt began, “I uh, understand your loyalty to Mr. Stark and his legacy. But if you were involved–”
Happy’s smile dropped faster than Matt’s senses could even allow him to take notice of it, confusion and perplexity coating his voice, “If I was involved?”
“I advise securing a lawyer,” Matt finished.
“I need a lawyer because I’m – I’m under investigation,” Happy began panicking, pointing towards Peter who grimaced at his state, “I thought he was – you said that there were no charges. I could say, “Under advisement of council, I refuse to answer the question respectfully because I–”
You all stared at him as he became a distraught mess.
“-The answer could incriminate me – it’s the saying in Goodfellas.” Happy stammered in distress, his hands flying in all different directions, “What did they say in Goodfellas?”
“Happy, just take a second and hear what Matt has to say,” You interrupted his frenzy, putting your hands up in an attempt to stop his blabbering.
It managed to work as his mouth snapped shut, looking towards Matt as if he was his only hope now.
“You’re gonna need a really good lawyer,” Matt answered, the response doing nothing to calm Happy’s trembling nerves.
“Peter, you may have dodged your legal troubles, but things will get much worse,” Matt turned his head again to face the teen, “There is still the court of public opinion.”
In a matter of a split second, the loud crash of the window pierced through the room.
Your eyes slammed shut as an object hurtled right towards your face, Peter immediately jumping out of his seat and forward to catch whatever had flown in from outside.
There was a sudden moment of silence that seemed even louder than the breaking of the window as your eyes still remained shut, waiting for the impact of the object to hit you.
But, nothing happened.
You hesitantly opened your eyes to see none other than your idiotic, blind, moron of a husband gripping a large, red brick with newspaper wrapped around it in his hand, right in front of your face.
Not a single one of you made a comment.
Peter, who stood frozen in front of your sitting figure, May, who had ducked down slightly in an attempt to shield from the object, and Happy all looked at the lawyer in complete and utter shock and confusion.
But, you... – God, you looked like you had seen a ghost.
You closed your eyes again in complete denial of what just happened, hoping that you had just imagined that all and that Matt had not just done the single most stupid thing he could have possibly done today.
Unfortunately, your hope that this was just a nightmare was cut short by Peter’s voice, “How did you just do that?”
Matt made a pained expression, almost in disbelief at his own actions, “I’m a really good lawyer.”
You don’t think you had ever wanted to hit a blind man more than you did at that moment.
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unipacas · 2 years
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very belated nwh art i finally got around to finishing, i absolutely love these stupid boys 🕷💥🕷💥🕷
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redladydeath · 2 years
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The fact that the full version of this scene isn’t in the NWH extended cut is a crime
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trace-owo · 2 years
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When the sabbatical got upgradeeeed~
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Alt title: green meanies take over their hosts' body and start shamelessly flirting with the partner of said host as well before choosing start some fights bc why not :)
Hyperfixation-train goes wohoooo
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renee-rapps · 2 years
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— Soon You’ll Get Better by Taylor Swift (Lover, 2019)
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spiderlinging · 1 year
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When Peter was forced to find his own apartment, he knew the first place to look. He smiled to himself as he gazed out of his new window to look at the mural in the distance. For the first time since May's death, he sleeps the full night through, knowing that Iron Man is watching over him.
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c-nstantine · 2 years
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The Second Time Around
No Way Home Spoilers
Description: Peter finds Y/N after the spell makes everyone forget Peter Parker is Spider-Man
Warnings: No Way Home Spoilers, Angst
Word Count:0.7k
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"MJ, take a break with Ned. I'll cover for you," Y/N walking over to the cash register. She stood and smiled at the young man in front of her. His cheeks and nose were rosy from the bitter wind outside.
"Hi, I'm Peter Parker," The young man with brown curls spoke. His eyes twinkled while looking at Y/N. She still looked the same. Her box braids were tied up into a large bun and her skin shined in the New York winter. Her smile warmed him even if she had no idea who he was.
"Hello, Peter Parker. What can I get you?" Y/N smiled back at the stranger. MJ and Ned were watching the entire interaction while speaking of what they hoped to accomplish at MIT.
"A coffee, please, " Peter said while folding something into his back pocket. Y/N nodded before grabbing a small coffee cup and making her way to the coffee pot.
"You know, Peter Parker, you look really familiar," Y/N said while the brown liquid warmed the white cup. She held out the coffee for him to grab but he was frozen. He could only see what happened before.
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"You're going to forget me but it's okay," Peter looked Y/N over to make sure that she didn't have any injuries. Y/N couldn't help but look at the scar on Peter's forehead.
"No, it's not. There has to be another way," The world seemed to fade away behind them. The destruction of the statue only scared Y/N more. She didn't want to lose the one person who made her feel special.
"There isn't. Trust me. Ned and MJ, take care of her for me," Peter asked.
"I don't want to forget you. I don't want to forget anything. I want to stay right here with you," Y/N was holding his arms and didn't want to let go. She wanted everything to go back to how it was before the world knew that Peter was Spider-Man.
"I'm sorry but I'll find you again." Peter webbed off into the city. Tears were rolling down his face but he had to do this. It would save the universe, it would save Y/N.
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"Do I?" Peter's eyes widened at the possibility of Y/N recognizing him. Even if she didn't fully understand, they were one step closer to being how they were before. Before he screwed everything up.
"You do. Anyhow, here's your coffee, "Y/N said handing the cup of coffee over. Peter shuffled his hands in his pockets as he dug out a dollar.
"Have fun at MIT," Peter said before turning towards the door. He was content with leaving the conversation here. He'd talk to Y/N and didn't mess it up. That was a win in his book.
"How'd you- Oh, well. I'm not going," Peter stopped his tracks. While he and Y/N were dating, all they ever dreamed of was going to MIT together. That changed for her. Peter thought the new spell would fix everything, what if it hadn't.
"Why not?" Peter asked. His brown eyes met hers and she shrugged her shoulders before responding.
"You know, it's so weird. I worked so hard to get there and now I can't even remember why I wanted to go in the first place." Y/N wiped down the counter behind the bar. These past few days she felt different. It was neither good nor bad, but she felt like something was missing. She knew MIT wouldn't fill the void.
"Well, at least you can go anywhere you want now," Peter remained optimistic. He just wanted the best for Y/N, no matter where she went.
"I think I'll just stay here. Heh, I'm sorry. That felt like too much for a stranger," Y/N chuckled slightly while playing with the hem of her uniform. Peter smiled at the sound of her laugh. In the two days since the incident, he had craved hearing her laugh again.
"Oh, it's fine. Thanks for the coffee." Peter walked out of the coffee shop and almost high-fived himself.
"See you around, Peter," Y/N said quietly before joining Ned and MJ with talks of college. However, the strange young man with brown hair lingered on her mind.
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twilight-zoned-out · 2 years
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my favorite Andrew Spider-Man moment in NWH was when Electro goes “you’re just a kid” and Andrew kind of just shrugs because no one knows how old his version of Spider-Man is supposed to be at this point
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doctor-donnaa · 2 years
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Actual scene vs. Bloopers
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unicornspwnall · 2 years
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SPIDER-MAN NO WAY HOME: THE MORE FUN STUFF (2022) dir. Jon Watts
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kaitsolanine · 2 years
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norman osborn:
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funnyincorrectmcu · 2 years
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No Way Home Spoilers
(Alternate Final Fight Scene) Tobey!Peter: How is he going to get their attention? Andrew!Peter: I don’t know. He’ll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock or something. That’s what I would do. Tom!Peter: *sets a building on fire* Tom!Peter: *charges out of the burning building screaming and shooting fireworks into the air* Tobey!Peter: … Andrew!Peter: … Tobey!Peter: We should’ve known. Andrew!Peter: Yep. Definitely should’ve seen that coming.
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givemea-dam-break · 2 years
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A Familiar Feeling
pairing: peter parker (th) x (gender neutral) reader
warnings: major No Way Home spoilers!!!!
words: 820
a/n: so basically i've been in my feels about no way home for the past 5/6 months and have been desperate to write a sad fic based on it, but i wanted to give it plenty of time to settle before doing so so that it's less likely to be a spoiler for people. i hope you enjoy! :) p.s. it didn't even end up being sad i can't believe that i'm evolving
It's snowing outside today.
The Moondance Diner is cool, but not so much so that you're shivering, and the mug of hot chocolate MJ made for you warms your hands through the knitted gloves you insisted you'd keep on. There's something else, though, something that seems to heat you to the bone. Something you're forgetting.
"This is so good," Ned murmurs, staring at his mug of hot chocolate as if it's a gift from some otherworldly being. "MJ, you're getting better at making these."
MJ's lips quirk up slightly, barely enough to be classed as a smile. "I'd hope so, I've been working here for a good few months."
There's a tug in your chest, a feeling trying to remind you of something, but you suppose it's just a feeling of deja vu. You've been having a lot of those lately. Taking another sip of the drink, you smile at both of your friends. "I think they've always been good, MJ."
"There we go." MJ gestures toward you. "Someone who appreciates my work. That'll be another drink on the house for you, my dear friend."
Ned makes an offended sound, but it only makes the three of you laugh. It feels good to just be sitting with them again. The past few months have been riddled with stress from going to college, and you've barely seen your two closest friends, but the December holidays have allowed you all to meet up again in your home town. It's the best you've felt since...
Since...
You frown, trying to remember the memory that just filled you with such warmth and happiness, but it refuses to surface.
Before you can think any further, the bell at the door jingles as it opens, and you look over to see who's entered, just as you always have done but, this time, you're struck with that same feeling of deja vu.
The boy who walks in is around the same age as you, sixteen or seventeen, with rosy cheeks and soft brown hair that curls under the edges of his dark beanie. He tucks something into his pocket quickly, eyes darting around as if he's not sure of where he is or how he got there. His eyes fell on you, a warm brown that was distinguishable from almost a dozen feet away, a colour that sent a shiver running down your spine.
As he walked up to the counter, you turned to Ned and murmured, "Have we met that boy before?"
Ned looked up from his phone, away from some new Star Wars post, to look at the newcomer, and squinted his gaze. "I - I don't think so. Maybe he's got a face that makes you think you know him."
"Maybe," you agreed, but you even believe yourself. Something about this boy... He stirred up strange feelings that you recognised but couldn't place.
After being served his drink, the boy took a deep breath and strode over, stopping just beside where you sat.
"Can I help you?" you asked, not unkindly.
"Hi, um," he pauses, "my name's Peter."
At his nervousness, a small smile rose on your lips. "Y/n," you replied. "Are you lost, or something? I can give you directions if you need."
"Uh, no, it's alright," he said, rocking on his heels slightly. "I just - uh - wanted to introduce myself, I guess."
You glance at MJ, who just shrugs, before looking back at this Peter. "Well, nice to meet you."
Something shifts in his face, something painful, but it's there barely a second before he's smiling, wide and bright. He grips his drink tightly, bobbing his head slightly.
"See you around."
"See you," you say, brows creasing slightly.
As he leaves, despite only just meeting him, there's a part of you that wanted him to stay, like some old, hidden part of your soul remembers part of his. He glances in the diner's window once he's outside, his eyes catching yours, and for a moment, just a moment, an image of his face, bloodied and bruised but perfect, appears in your mind.
"What's this?" MJ says, pointing down at the counter in front of you.
Looking down, you pick up the torn piece of paper. It's crinkled and breaking into almost perfectly straight lines as if it's been folded and unfolded far too many times, but the ink on it is still dark and legible.
Peter Parker, it says, followed by a series of numbers you can only assume is his phone number.
You can only smile, your face suddenly warm. Whatever it is about him, the familiar part that you can't discern, it tugs on something inside you, begging to be paid attention to.
With a grin, you type the number into your phone.
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