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joyful-soul-collector · 4 years

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Misser Star’

By @joyful-soul-collector for @wh0doyouthinkyouareiam!

For the @friendly-neighborhood-exchange!

Rating: General Audiences

Characters: Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Helen Cho

Summary:

“Woah there Sea Legs,” Tony said, catching him under the arms and setting him up straight. “Wouldn’t want you hurting yourself.” “The sea is in my legs,” Peter said, clinging tight to Tony’s arm as he wobbled slightly. “What if my legs… were in the sea?” “Oh wow--this is going to be fun.”

Peter gets his wisdom teeth taken out, and is a very silly lad

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“Misser Star’, there’s clouds i’ m’ mouth,” Peter mumbled around the cotton, staring at Tony with wide eyes. Tony laughed and pulled Peter’s hand away from his mouth, as he was trying to touch the “clouds”.

“Don’t mess with those, you need them to stop the bleeding,” Tony said with a small laugh.

“I’m bleeding!?” Peter said incredulously. Then he suddenly gasped and grabbed Tony’s arm, a panicked look on his face. “Do they know!?”

“Know what kid?” Peter looked around dramatically then yanked Tony’s arm closer so he could whisper in his ear.

“That I’m a spider,” he said. Tony snorted and gently worked his arm out of Peter’s death-grip.

“You’re good, kid. You’re at the compound, Helen was the one who operated on you. You remember Helen?”

“Karen?”

“No, Helen--”

“She’s my suit lady, she’s nice. But she can’t do tooth stuff Misser Star’--”

“No, kid, Helen was the one who did the work on your teeth, she’s a doctor--”

“I know who Helen is,” Peter said, as if Tony had told him this information several times before. Tony rolled his eyes and ruffled Peter’s hair, only to laugh when Peter raised his head and leaned into his touch, eyes slipping closed with bliss. He was like a little kitten, leaning into someone scratching behind its ear.

In fact he leaned so far he almost fell over, and Tony had to catch him by the shoulder, snorting at the panicked look on Peter’s face.

“Jesus, Dr. Cho gave you the Good Stuff didn’t she?”

“Had to, it was the only thing his metabolism wouldn’t immediately burn through,” Helen said, making Tony jump. “You two are alright to leave now, just make sure Peter doesn’t take that cotton out too early and give him some ice when the medicine wears off.”

“Thanks Doc,” Tony said. Peter made a noise of confusion and pointed at Helen.

“She’s not Doc Ock, Misser Star’! He has way more arms, and she’s way prettier,” Peter said. “I think you need new glasses.”

“I don’t even need glasses in the first place, kiddo,” Tony said with a snort, signing a couple papers Helen handed him.

“Oh yeah!? Then what are those!?” Peter said, pointing directly at the square sunglasses perched on Tony’s nose. Tony raised his eyebrows at him, the determined look on Peter’s face making it hard not to laugh.

“Sunglasses, not normal glasses,” Tony said, then he held out his arm. “Here lemme walk you back to the living quarters, I’m fairly certain you’re not gonna make it there yourself.”

“Why does the sun even need glasses?” Peter muttered as he pushed himself off the hospital bed, and almost immediately toppling over.

“Woah there Sea Legs,” Tony said, catching him under the arms and setting him up straight. “Wouldn’t want you hurting yourself.”

“The sea is in my legs,” Peter said, clinging tight to Tony’s arm as he wobbled slightly. “What if my legs… were in the sea?”

“Oh wow--this is going to be fun,” Tony said, steadying Peter as he stumbled down the hallway to the elevator.

Peter babbled on and on about random stuff on their way to the living quarters, Tony having to physically restrain him from pressing all the buttons in the elevator, and had to answer his questions about extremely odd yet mundane things like “why is the ceiling in the sky?” only for him to forget what he asked entirely.

When they finally arrived, Tony walked him to the couch and sat him down, and Peter immediately curled himself into a ball, knees tucked under his chin.

“Alright kid, you wait here while I call your Aunt and let her know everything went good, alright?” Tony said.

“Wait here,” Peter repeated, with a determined nod. “Waiting waiting waiting. Like a rock.”

At this point Tony had absolutely no clue what Peter was talking about so he just said “Sure, kiddo”, and ruffled his hair before he stepped away for a few minutes.

“Hey, Tony,” May said when she answered. “How’s he doin’?”

“He’s alright, pretty damn loopy but fine,” Tony said, leaning against the wall of the hallway. “I’m glad you came to me about this, I was right, a normal anaesthetic wouldn’t have stood a chance against his enhanced metabolism.”

May chuckled and Tony could hear the bustle of the hospital in the background.

“I don’t know what we’d do without you Tony,” she said. “Thank you so much--Oh, shoot, I gotta go--”

“No problem, May, I’ll take care of him till you get off work. Just call me when you’re done, I’ll drive him over,” Tony said. May thanked him at least ten times before hanging up, and Tony chuckled to himself, slipping the phone in his pocket.

“Misser Staaaaaaar’?” Peter’s voice said from around the corner. It had a rather guilty tone to it, and Tony quickly rounded the corner to see him.

Peter seemed to have tried to grab a blanket, and in the process, had gotten himself rather tangled in it, now lying horizontally on the couch and staring up at Tony with a wide-eyed expression.

“Got tangled in your own web, huh Spiderling?” Tony said, smiling down at him. “Probably for your own good anyway. Might just leave you like that so you don’t get yourself in more trouble.”

Peter frowned indignantly at him, and suddenly started trying to wiggle himself into an upright position, since clearly Tony was just gonna leave him to die like this. Tony rolled his eyes and helped him sit up, but as soon as he tried to get him untangled, Peter leaned away, looking confused.

“What?” Tony said.

“I’m a burrito Misser Star’,” Peter mumbled, snuggling himself further into the blanket. “Spider-Burrito. Or Spider-Sushi. Or Spider-Ravioli. Or--”

“Spiders In A Blanket?” Tony suggested, and Peter’s eyes got wide.

“Oh my god--I’m a spider, and I’m in a blanket!” Peter whisper-screamed. Then he burst into laughter, throwing his head back against the soft cushions of the couch so fast Tony thought he might give himself whiplash.

“Jesus--Just you existing scares me kiddo,” Tony muttered, deciding tv would probably be the best distraction. Just as long as it isn’t a comedy. Kid might break his neck, Tony thought. It’s a good thing Luke Skywalker isn’t played by Jim Carrey.

Peter stopped laughing immediately as the Star Wars theme began to play, though his loud, comical gasp proved it wasn’t just the medicine wearing off.

“I LOVE STAR WARS!” Peter shouted, making Tony jump.

“Jesus christ--I know ya dork,” Tony said, watching Peter bounce excitedly in his seat on the couch for a moment before sitting next to him. Peter flumped into Tony’s side, giving a deep, dramatic sigh of contentment. Tony couldn’t help but give him a little one-armed squeeze; he knew how much Peter loved hugs.

Though he couldn’t expect Peter to be silent for more than a few minutes, now could he?

“Hey Misser Star’?” Peter said.

“Hey Misser Parker?” Tony said, imitating Peter’s tone and voice.

“What if I was hungry?” he said, either ignoring or completely oblivious to Tony’s teasing.

“Um, I would get you something to eat? I think there’s some soup I could warm up for you,” Tony said, looking down at Peter with raised eyebrows. Peter looked skeptical at the idea of soup however.

“Mmm, but what if I’m only hungry for something cold?” he said.

“Uh… you want a smoothie?”

“Something sweet and cold.”

“Smoothies can be sweet.”

“Something chocolate and sweet and cold,” Peter said impatiently. Tony rolled his eyes and looked down at Peter, who put on a very mischievous grin. He sighed in defeat. He just couldn’t say no to that silly face.

“Your Aunt’s gonna kill me when she finds out,” Tony said, getting up with a groan.

“No she won’t! I’ll protect you! I’m Spider-Man!” Peter said, trying to take his hands out of his cocoon/burrito, but only succeeding in tangling himself more. Tony snorted, dragging a tub of chocolate ice cream out of the freezer and scooping some out into a couple bowls. By the time he came back Peter had freed his arms and was rubbing his hands over the fluffy blanket, muttering to himself. Tony helped him take the gauze out of his mouth, which had a surprisingly small amount of blood on it, as it seems his enhanced healing had taken care of it.

Peter ate his ice cream happily, eyes closing with bliss.

“Ice cream is my best friend,” Peter said around his spoon. “‘Cept for Ned. And MJ. They’re better than ice cream, but ice cream is like… real good friendo. Ten outta ten, would go to the movies with ice cream.”

“Ha, me too kid,” Tony said, scraping the last remnants out before setting aside his bowl to focus better on the movie. He never cared much for Star Wars, but he couldn’t deny that the fight scenes were pretty awesome. Peter eventually nudged him with his bowl to say he was finished, and then went back to his original position against Tony’s side.

It wasn’t until the movie was over that Tony realized Peter had fallen asleep like that, curled up tightly in the blanket, his face pressed into Tony’s chest. Tony ran his fingers through Peter’s hair for a moment, smiling as Peter relaxed even further against him.

“You caught all that, right Fri?” Tony said, glancing up at the ceiling.

“Of course Boss,” Friday replied. “Shall I send you the file for you to view later?”

“That’d be perfect. If there’s anything that’ll be more hilarious than Peter getting stuck in a blanket, it’ll be how red his face gets when he sees himself getting stuck in a blanket.”

Peter didn’t even wake up as Tony lifted him off the couch and down the hall to his room. He whined a little when Tony laid him on his bed, but was quickly consoled by Tony’s fingers running through his hair again.

“Goodnight ‘Spider-Burrito.’”

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slowly-writing · 4 years

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I Guess it was Fate

Part 2 of Coffee Shop

Peter Parker x Romanoff!Reader

Word count: 1911

Requested by anon: Could you do a part 2 to coffee shop? I really loved it!!!

After that fateful day you start spending a lot of time at Peter’s apartment. The compound doesn’t allow very much privacy. You have your own room, of course, but you’d have to be crazy to think anyone in that building would allow Peter in your room. Even when they weren’t sure of your relationship status. Half of the agents stationed there remember when you were barely big enough to chase your uncles around, and they still think of you as that little girl.

So now you're here, escaping to Peter’s as often as possible. You know your family knows your exact location, Uncle Tony put a GPS tracker on your phone before it was even given to you, but they respect private property, can’t really have the Avengers being arrested for trespassing.

“Hey, y/n can you pass me my history book?” Peter asks, pulling your attention from the geometry homework you’ve been working on.

“Can we take a break? I have to leave soon and all we’ve done is study,” you beg Peter and he smiles, casting his homework aside to scoot closer to you slightly.

“Of course we can,” a faint blush paints his cheeks as you take his hand, “we can watch a movie or something?”

“Sounds good,” you subtly scoot closer to Peter as he turns on the TV. By now you're practically sitting on his lap, but neither of you mind. Some action movie begins playing on the screen but you’re not paying. All you can focus on is how warm Peter’s hand feels in yours. After a few minutes he gently lets go and you let yourself be upset for a moment until he wraps his arm around your shoulder. You're about to rest your head on his shoulder when your phone goes off, causing you both to jump. You mumble a quick apology before reaching forward to check the messages.

“You don’t have to be sorry. Is everything alright?” Peter asks and you roll your eyes, not at him but at the message.

“Yeah. My moms asking when I’m gonna be home. It’s family dinner and I’m not allowed to miss for any reason,” you say with a sigh.

“That’s sweet. I always wanted a big family to have stuff like that with,” he says with a sad smile and you gently take his hand.

“I got really lucky, but believe me it has its downsides. If I had a small family maybe we’d actually be able to go to my house every now and then,” your laugh draws one out of him as well and you smile.

“The grass is always greener I guess. I’ll walk you out,” he pulls you up and pauses at his front door.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” you say smiling down at your joined hands.

“Yeah, text me when you get home safe,” Peter says and you nod. Before you can step away he leans in, placing a quick kiss to your cheek. You both blush but smile nonetheless.

“Bye Pete.”

“Bye y/n.” After his words you step away, walking towards the stairs. You don’t bother texting anyone, you know your mom is definitely waiting in a car downstairs.

xxxxx

“They keep asking questions,” you say quietly to Peter. The two of you are sitting on the bleachers after school.

“About us?” He asks and you nod. “We can tell them you know? Whenever you’re ready.”

“I’m just scared. You know how crazy they can get. And I’ve never had a boyfriend before. What if they’re mean to you? What if it gets so bad that you don’t wanna be with me anymore,” your eyes are glued to your own hands and Peter gently turns your face towards his.

“Y/n, I promise no matter how they react I’ll be right here. I know you’re scared and I know they’ll probably threaten to put me in some blacksite I’ll never return from, but that doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter because I care about you and I want you to be happy. I know this is tearing you up, and I want you to feel better. If that means telling them, then we tell them.”

“And you’ll do it with me?” You ask and he nods, “okay. I think I’m ready.”

xxxxx

“Hey guys,” you say to your family as you walk into the kitchen after school. They’re all gathered around the table going over plans for their upcoming mission, but all sound stops when they see the boy next to you.

“Hey kid, who’s your friend here?” Tony asks and Peter squeezes your hand gently, giving you the courage you need.

“This is Peter. He’s my...boyfriend,” you say softly, waiting for someone to say something. The silence draws out for what feels like hours but is probably little more than half a minute.

“It’s uh...it’s nice to meet you guys. I’m a big fan of your work…” Peter trails off awkwardly as your mom rises from her chair. Even surrounded by men twice her size she’s easily the most intimidating as she steps towards him.

“You better treat her right,” is all she says and Peter frantically nods.

“Yes ma’am. All I want is for her to be happy,” Peter says quickly and you see Steve crack a smile and Clint try to hide a laugh.

“Make sure she stays that way, and we won’t have any issues,” Tony says and you grin.

“Can Pete stay for dinner?” You ask and your mom nods. You turn to Peter and smile, “you said you wanted a big family dinner, get ready.”

xxxxx

“Peter watch out!” You call as you see a spoon flying towards the back of his head. His hand shoots up to catch it before he turns his head and your jaw drops.

“Uh...did somebody drop this?” He asks awkwardly and Clint gives the two of you a sheepish grin.

“Sorry Peter. I was aiming for Tony,” he says taking the spoon back.

“I guess these dinners are wild,” Peter says to you and all you can do is nod. You’re looking at him skeptically, that was a really lucky catch.

xxxxx

“Wanna go hang out on the field? It’s a really nice day,” you ask Peter and he smiles.

“Yeah, lead the way,” you take his hand and start dragging him through the winding halls of the compound. You step out the door smiling at the warmth of the sun. Before you can take another step Peter’s hand is around your waist, pulling you backwards against his chest.

“What the-“ you’re cut off by a drone flying in front of you where you had just stood.

“Sorry,” Peter lets go of you and you turn to look at him.

“How did you see that?” You ask and he shrugs. You notice the way he’s avoiding eye contact and the nervous twitch of his jaw, you were raised by spies after all.

“I don’t know. I saw it out of the corner of my eye.” You want to question him more but Tony is running over to apologize so you have to let it go.

xxxxx

Over the next few weeks you notice some things about Peter. Some similarities to the friendly neighborhood hero who operates near his apartment and never seems to be out and about during your dates.

“Pete!” You call, tossing your notebook in his direction and waiting for him to catch him effortlessly, despite the fact that he has his back to you.

“What am I doing with this?” He asks with that adorable smile and you falter for a second, you didn’t think of an excuse .

“Uh...can you check my science homework? You’re so much better at it than me,” you say after a moment and he furrows his brow. You’re both acing the class but he just shrugs and begins looking it over for you.

“It looks good,” he says, handing it back to you and you smile at him.

“So...have you heard of that new hero? spider boy or something?” You ask as casually.

“It’s Spider-Man!” He says quickly and you can and you see him tense up. “He’s kinda cool I guess.”

You try not to laugh at Peters failed attempt to look nonchalant, “whatever you say.”

xxxxx

It’s been two weeks since that whole spider boy incident and things are just getting more ridiculous. So far Peter has caught the notebook, the backpack, and the soccer ball you threw in his direction. He won’t come clean and you’ve decided to take things into your own hands after this one last test. You don’t say anything out loud, but you're silently praying you’re not wrong, as you toss his desk chair towards Peter. It took quite a bit out of you to throw it across the room but he spins around and catches it effortlessly.

“Whoa. That was a lucky catch,” he says and you roll your eyes.

“Seriously Pete? You’re still on that train?” You say exasperation clear in your voice

“What train? I’m not on a train. I don’t have anything to hide. Why’d you throw that at home anyway?” Peter starts rambling as you glance around his room. You pick up the baseball bat sitting by his desk and poke at the attic door, prompting a suit to fall which Peter quickly tries to hide.

“What was that about having nothing to hide?” You ask Peter. You’re a bit annoyed but there’s no real anger in your voice.

“I was gonna tell you,” he mumbles and you sigh.

“When Peter? It’s been months,” you take his hand, pulling him to sit next to you on his bed.

“I was! I just had to work all the kinks out. The people you live with? Your family? They’re the big leagues. I didn’t want to say anything to you until I knew I could at least start to measure up to them. I didn’t want you to think it was stupid,” he’s avoiding eye contact at all costs and you gently cup his cheek, bringing his head to face yours.

“Peter I could never think you were stupid. My mom has been training since she was little, and everyone else has ridiculous head starts. You just got into this game, but you’re trying to help people. That’s all that matters. You are using your abilities to change this work for the better, I could never think that was stupid,” you tell him firmly and you can see the tears shining in his eyes.

“You really mean that?” He asks and you nod.

“I do. You’ll get to the big leagues one day. For now just keep on being the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man that I know and love.”

“You love me?” He asks, a wide smile taking over his face. All you can do is nod and try to suppress the blush creeping across your cheeks. “I love you too.”

When you pull away from the kiss you smile, staring into his warm brown eyes. “It is kinda weird.”

“What is?” The nerves are back in his voice but your smile doesn’t falter.

“That the girl raised by superheroes fell in love with one,” you say and he grins.

“I guess it was fate.”

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wiccanz · 5 years

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Awkward Romancing

Summary: Peter is afraid to confess his feelings to you because of your dad, so he enlists the help of two trusty A.Is to leave you little messages of how he feels instead — leading to the most odd way of flirting. Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader Warning/s: swearing??

“You screwed the pooch hard. Big time. But then, you did the right thing! you took the dog to the free clinic, you raised the hybrid puppies... Alright, not my best analogy. I was wrong about you. I think with a little more mentoring, you could be a real asset to the team.” Tony smiled, patting Peter on the back.

“Wait….To the team?” Peter’s eyes widened. “Yup. There are about 50 reporters behind that door. Real ones, not bloggers. So, when you’re ready…”

“You try this on.” You rushed past them, surprising Peter. You stopped in front of them, revealing the Iron-Spider suit. “I’m Y/N, by the way.” You smiled, stretching out your hand to shake his. “I...I know you. P-Peter.”

He was at a loss for words as he admired the suit — and you. “Nice, huh? My daughter is amazing at this kind of stuff. Now, why don’t you try that on? and I'll introduce the world to the newest official member of the Avengers, Spider-Man.” Tony smiled. You giggled, stepping back so he can get a better look at the suit. “So, what do you say?” You said, excited.

“Thank you, Y/N, Mr. Stark. But….I’m good.” He smiled. Your eyes widened at the sudden change of heart, Tony has been telling you how much he wants to be an Avenger, so why say no?

“You’re good? What do you mean you’re good?”

“I mean...I might just stay on the ground for a while. Friendly neighborhood Spider-man….y’know? Someone’s gotta look out for the little guy.” Peter chuckled. Tony took off his glasses, confused and surprised at Peter. “You’re turning me down? Wha- look at that, look at my daughter- well no, not the point. Look at me, last chance, yes or no?” “N..No”

“Alright. Happy will take you home.” Tony said. You frowned as you watched Peter walk away, turning back to look at the suit once again. Sighing, you opened the glass, taking the suit and putting it in a suitcase like container. “What are you doing?” Tony furrowed his eyebrows as he watched you. “I am not letting all this hard work go to waste. Good choice, but still.” You sighed as you stood up, taking it with you as you walked past him, following Peter.

Just as Peter was about to go down the stairs outside, you ran after him. “Peter!” You called out, making him stop in his tracks. “Y-Y/N?” he looked back, a smile spread across his face. “Here. I- this belongs to you. Also because I worked hard on it. You seem like a good kid. Maybe we should….Hang out sometime” you smiled as you handed him the case. “Of course! Thank you, really, it’s amazing.”

Which leads us to now, in your room, as you and Peter built a LEGO Tie-Fighter. It’s been almost 6 months of you and Peter being great friends, and it’s been nothing but, well, great.

“All done!! We should do the millennium falcon next, I can’t believe we haven’t done that one yet” You giggled. Peter chuckled, his eyes lighting up at the sight of your bright smile and the sound of your giggle.

“You should get going, you have to study for that...uh...spanish quiz, is it?” You smiled, handing him his bag. “Yup. I’ll see you tomorrow?” Peter quirked an eyebrow at you, to which you nodded.

“That’s enough. Don’t you two get sick of each other’s faces? God, even I’m starting to get sick of your face, Parker.” Tony groaned as he appeared in the doorway, startling you and Peter.

“Nope. Now scram you two, I want to sleep.” You chuckled, pushing Peter and Tony out before shutting the door in their face. “God, i have no idea how she can sleep so much.” Tony sighed before turning back and leaving.

Peter has been thinking of confessing to you for a few weeks now, but if a simple hangout like that had your dad interrupting the two of you, or being forced to stay in the living room where everyone can see and hear you guys’ every move, it seemed impossible. Not to mention the good ol’ “no dating” rule Tony had for you.

And so he had an idea — to use KAREN, who can lead him to F.R.I.D.A.Y, who can leave you messages of the things he’s always wanted to tell you.

“KAREN, can you connect me to F.R.I.D.A.Y?” Peter asked as he spun around in his chair. “Of course Peter, what for?”

Peter hesitated, stopping for a moment. “U-Uh, just tell F.R.I.D.A.Y to tell Y/N this: Hi, Y/N. I hope you have a great day, you’re one of the coolest people ever. And you’re….really pretty.” Peter smiled, “No problem, Peter. Anything else?” KAREN replied. “Don’t tell her it’s from me, and just say it to her like a casual greeting or something.”

“Hi, Y/N. I hope you have a great day, you’re one of the coolest people ever, and you’re really pretty.” F.R.I.D.A.Y suddenly spoke, startling you. You stopped what you were doing, putting down one of Peter’s suit you were repairing. “What?” you chuckled, “Thank you? That’s very odd. But I’m flattered.”

And so the messages continued. Simple messages like “You’re the best, Y/N!”, or “Hello, Y/N. You look pretty today.”

Which confused Tony, Pepper, and Happy, Tony especially. “Did you hack into the A.I or is it just inlove with you?” Tony asked, puzzled everytime he heard another one of the odd messages. “I don’t know, dad. They just keep coming. Guess F.R.I.D.A.Y just loves me a lot” You shrugged.

It wasn’t until Peter forgot to remind KAREN to keep it anonymous, leading to F.R.I.D.A.Y conveying the message to you — using the recording of Peter originally saying it.

“H-hey, Y/N. I hope you’re having a great today. You look gorgeous.”

Your eyes widened, cocking your head to the side. “What?” you mumbled. “F.R.I.D.A.Y, have all the odd things you’ve been telling me all from Peter?” You furrowed your eyebrows. “Yes, Y/N. I have been instructed to say it myself, but I did not recieve any instruction this time, just a message.”

You chuckled, a blush creeping up on your face as you realized all the stuff F.R.I.D.A.Y had been saying has all been coming from Peter. “Well then, F.R.I.D.A.Y, tell Peter this: Hey, Peter. You’re adorable. And cheesy.” You said, unable to contain a smirk.

“Hey, Peter. You’re adorable. And cheesy” KAREN played the recording, startling Peter, who was sitting on some rooftop after patrolling. “W-what? Was that Y/N?” Peter panicked, burying his face in his hands in embarrassment. “Oh my god….I must’ve forgot….” He muttered. “This is your chance, Peter. Go get her.” KAREN encouraged him.

Peter took a deep breath, before getting up to go see you. “Well hello, Pete.” You cheekily grinned as you saw him walk inside your lab. “I- Y/N,” Peter struggled to form a sentence as he panted. “Mhm. So, you think I’m gorgeous?” you smirked, making Peter blush in embarrassment. “Y-yeah. I think you’re amazing I just couldn’t say it because-”

Suddenly, you cut him off, leaning forward to kiss him, making Peter’s eyes widen. Before you could break the kiss, Peter grabbed you by the arm and pulled you closer, the awkward, innocent kiss turning into a more passionate one.

When you finally pulled away, the both of you couldn’t hide the blush of embarrassment in your faces. “About time we did that.”

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lifewithlemons00 · 4 years

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Friendly Neighborhood Heroes

Peter Parker X Reader

MASTERLIST

Synopsis: You and Spidey decide to see who the better hero is in a certain contest.

Not much Romance but still cute.

Words: About 1580

Warnings: Incredibly awkward Peter Parker.

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“No Spidey, I don’t think the spiders can understand you.”

“I don’t know, I have spider blood in my veins, I feel like they can understand what I’m saying to them.” You laugh at your partner in crime.

Well, more like partner in stopping criminals. You met the masked hero a month or two ago on your nightly patrol. You found each other quite useful, what with his spider-like abilities and your ability to change the matter of your body into liquid, there was nothing you couldn’t accomplish together. You were currently on a stakeout, since you heard that there would be a robbery at a local jewelry store.

“Do you have Spider blood?” He squints his eyes at your comment.

“Well, technically no. But a boy can dream.” You chuckle at his comment.

“Sure Spider-Boy, whatever you say.” You both sit in silence for a moment, just watching for the thief and enjoying each other’s company.

“Hey, you wanna play an interesting game?” You look over at the masked hero, a mischievous glimmer in your eye.

“Depends what it is.” His mask eyes turn to slits as he squints his eyes at you.

“What do you say we try to find each other out in the city, our real identities.”

“Why would we do that?” His tone grows confused at your idea.

“Wouldn’t it be cool if we knew each other’s identities? It’s not like we’re putting anyone in danger, and we can make it a challenge instead of just telling each other.”

“I don’t know about this, Matteria.”

“Oh c’mon. It would be nice to talk face to face with someone that goes through the same things as you, right? For me, I know it would be nice to talk about hero stuff.”

“We can talk about hero stuff right now.”

“You’re saying you’re not even the slightest bit curious of my identity.” He looks away from your gaze.

“I didn’t say that…” he looks over at you again, your eyes pleading as you grab one of his gloved hands.

“Please.” He sighs loudly at your plead.

“Fine. But the one who finds the other first is the better hero. And when I find you first, you have to admit that I’m the better hero.” You smile at his conditions.

“And we have to answer 3 questions honestly. We’ll both answer the question, so we can think of one each and then one of them together.” He nods at your request, you could sense a smirk on his face.

“Deal. So what questions should we ask?” You shrug lightly.

“I dunno, let me think” you rub your chin in contemplation.

“Okay, I have one, and you have to answer.” You turn to face him completely.

“Do you go to high school?”

You thought this would be a good question to ask, that would almost half the population you would have to search through.

“I do, what about you?” You nod your head.

“Yup, guess we’re both pretty young.”

“Okay, now it’s my turn. What are your basic physical features, you know, eye colour, hair colour, stuff like that.”

“That’s a pretty informative question, Mr. Man.” He chuckles at your nickname for him.

“But fine, h/c hair, e/c eyes, and that’s all you’re getting from me about that. So what do you look like under the mask Spider.”

“I’m pretty boring, brown hair and brown eyes.”

“Fight me, brown hair and brown eyes aren’t boring, they’re cute.” He chuckles at your somewhat compliment.

“Thanks, I think.”

“Okay final question. Why don’t we ask each other what school we both go to.” One mechanical eye lifts up, as if he’s lifting his eyebrow at you.

“Wouldn’t that make it too easy?” You shrug.

“No, if we don’t go to the same one we’ll be in school so we wouldn’t be able to use it to our advantage. I’m just curious, since you’re pretty smart for being in high school.”

“Alright then, you go first though.”

“I go to Midtown, what about you?” His solid white eyes widen in surprise.

“I go to Midtown too.” Your jaw drops at his confession.

“Huh, maybe this did make it way too easy.”

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It was the next day at school, and you were watching all your classmates like a hawk. You were trying to list off all the brown hair, brown eyed guys that were incredibly smart, and the first person that came to your head was Peter Parker.

After all, he did have the best grades in your year. But the more you thought about it, the more impossible it seemed. He was a pretty frail guy from what you remember, so how could he be Spider-Man. That being said though, he was still a possibility, so you were going to check him out.

“Hey Peter.” You smile at the boy, who’s eyes widen at your greeting.

“Y/n, I was just about to come find you.”

“Oh? Why is that?” He crosses his arms, obviously a bit nervous.

“Well, you know… Oh, right. I lost my notes, I was hoping you had some I could uh, borrow.” you raise an eyebrow at his weird behavior.

He’s never asked you for anything in his life and has hardly even spoken to you, so there was definitely something weird about this, but you couldn’t be sure he was Spidey.

“Sure, but… why wouldn’t you ask Ned, or even MJ.” He chuckles nervously at your words.

“They uh, lost theirs too? Yeah, they lost their notes cause we were… hanging out when we lost them.” His hands were swinging wildly around his sides as he told you this.

“Peter, are you okay? You’re extra… enthusiastic today.”

‘This guy can’t be Spider-Man. Hell, he can’t even lie properly.’ You thought, staring at him still fumbling with his words.

“I-I’m fine, are you fine. Well obviously you’re fine, but like fine as in feeling fine, not looking fine.” His eyes widened at what he had just said, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“As much as I would love to watch more of this, I need to get to class Parker. I’ll lend you my notes after class.” You pat his shoulder as you give him a friendly smile.

“In the meantime, you should plan what you’re going to say, you’re not so good at this whole conversation thing.”

“Right. I’ll uh, I’ll do that.” He shoots finger guns at you quickly, before walking away.

“Bless that boy.” You mutter to yourself, before walking to your next class.

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“Here are those notes you wanted.” You hand Peter the small binder of papers from your locker.

“Yeah, thanks for these… I really needed these.”

“So uh, what are you doing after school?” He asks before giving you a short look and adverting his eyes quickly.

“Uh, probably just going home, why?” You give him a slight smile as you tuck the hair in your face behind your ear and shift your weight to your other leg.

“Do you wanna maybe, hangout?” Your eyes widen at his proposal.

You were definitely shocked, you had never even said 2 words to Peter for months, and now he’s asking you to hangout? I mean, it’s not like you could, you had agreed that you would meet Spidey at 3:30. But what was weird was that you actually wanted to. Sure he was a bit awkward and dorky, but he seemed really sweet and kind.

“I’m sorry Peter, I can’t today.”

“Oh, why not?”

“I just remembered I have plans with my friend.”

“Oh, do you mind if I ask who?” He gives you an inquisitive glance as he crosses his arms.

“Peter, I don’t know if you know this, but we hardly know each other.” A smug look takes its place on his face.

“Oh, I think we know each other a lot better than you think.” He winks at you, rather badly you might add.

“Your awkwardness is getting a bit weird now.” You give him a weird look as you close your locker.

“Yeah, that sounded better in my head… can I talk to you in private?”

“You know, I would say yes, but now you’re just acting creepy, so I’m gonna have to go with no.”

“It’ll only take a second… Matteria.” He mutters the last part and your eyes shoot open at the name he calls you.

“What are you…” you quickly start to put the pieces together.

He was Spider-man.

You quickly pull him by his wrist into the nearest empty classroom.

“Spidey?” He smirks at you as he leans on the table behind him.

“Looks like I’m the better hero, huh.”

“How could I have figured out that the geeky, awkward, weak guy in my class is Spider-Man?”

“Wow, you know that hurts more than most the bruises I get from criminals.”

“How did you even find out it was me?”

“Your nervous ticks. You always push your hair out of your face and give half a smile. You also shift your weight. And well, you didn’t really give me a convincing lie.” You mentally scold yourself for giving yourself away.

“I can’t lie? You literally fumbled through our whole conversation earlier. It was cute, but it wasn’t convincing.”

“So you think I’m cute?” He looks up at you, a shy smile on his face.

“Well… you know, kinda?”

“So about hanging out later… you wanna do that as Y/n and Peter, instead of Spidey and Matteria?” You take his hand and start playing with his fingers.

“Yeah, I really do.”

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aire101 · 4 years

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Ferrum Intro

My brain absolutely, positively refuses to focus on romance atm, which means I have made no progress on my WIP and instead my brain ended up producing this concept which I will probably continue at least until I get it out of my system. So here’s the beginning of a post-Endgame MCU/SAO Irondad fic that I went online to read, discovered it didn’t exist yet, and so could NOT GET OUT OF MY DAMN HEAD.

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It had been a long day.

Then again, every day seemed like a long one lately.

It had been a relatively beautiful November day for New York City, and with the approaching holidays Peter was starting to see the usual uptick in petty crime begin this season. Within his five hour patrol he had helped eight lost tourists, found one lost pet, caught two armed burglars and tied up a ridiculous number of petty thieves. Nothing too problematic, just another day in the life of our friendly neighborhood Spider-man.

Peter sat crouched on a roof looking over the newest Iron Man mural to pop up, this time right on the edge between Queens and Brooklyn. There were several around town already, but this one was especially heart-wrenching. Most were either of the armor mid-action or of Mr. Stark in his trademark press look. But this one was different in the best and worst way.

In this art, Mr. Stark was still in his armor, but the helmet was retracted, allowing the viewer to see the blood crusted on his face, the lines of worry even deeper than they were before everything had gone to hell. There weren’t many pictures of Mr. Stark from the five year period now known as the Blip, but in the ones there were Peter knew he had looked like this— tired and worn in a way Peter had never seen, but could well understand. All in all, it looked uncannily similar to the last time Peter had seen him. When—

Anyway—

And on the shoulders of this mural’s Tony Stark rested an enormous orb holding dozens of galaxies spiraling around a central point— a tiny arc reactor in the shape of a heart.

There was still a little while before he would be expected at Ned’s tonight, but the more he tried to convince himself to hit the streets again, the heavier his limbs felt.

He couldn’t do it. Not like this. Experience told him it was a recipe for disaster, likely to get himself or someone else badly hurt. Himself he could handle, someone else… his conscience couldn’t take another body added to its count right now. Besides, he had promised Ned he’d be there tonight.

Peter sighed and swung away from his rooftop perch to head back towards Ned’s, not sparing the art a backwards glance.

No matter how good it was, no reproduction could ever duplicate what he had lost.

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“Whoa, you’re early,” said Ned with a mild tone of shock. Which honestly… was probably fair. “I wasn’t expecting you for at least another thirty minutes.”

“Yeah, I decided to call it a night early. It was actually pretty quiet tonight anyway. Didn’t want to get too wrung out on the web considering we have plans tonight,” said Peter as he stepped into the Leeds’ apartment, slipping off his shoes and hanging his coat on the rack. “Where is everyone?”

“Dad has to work tonight, and mom and Angelica went to Laser Bounce earlier, but they should be back before too long. I stayed home to finish some stuff up before the launch tonight. Plus, I wasn’t sure when you’d be getting here, so…”

“Sorry, I should have messaged earlier.”

“You’re alright man. Like I said, I had some stuff to wrap up. I plan to be in-game as much as possible tomorrow,” said Ned as they moved into his bedroom.

“You sure you don’t mind me getting the first run tonight? They might have some secret opening event planned for the first few hours…” asked Peter.

“I am absolutely positive. I am going to have plenty of opportunities to lose unhealthy amounts of sleep to this game. Besides, between the two of us I think you need the break more than me. On a related note— you look terrible man. Have you been sleeping at all?”

“I sleep,” said Peter defensively. “I don’t really need much though, you know?”

“Physically, sure. Mentally? You’re still just as human as the rest of us Peter. Have you talked to May about it? Or Happy?”

“Can we please drop this? It’s just been a long day, alright?”

“What happened? I thought you said it was mostly quiet?” asked Ned, confused.

“I meant it was quiet for New York, I was still busy pretty much all evening,” said Peter, falling backwards onto Ned’s bed.

Ned sat down at his computer, spinning around to face Peter. “Fine, but I’m definitely going to harass you later, and you better actually sleep after we trade off in a few hours. Anyway, I am SO PSYCHED or this! God I hope its worth all the hype.”

“I can’t imagine it being a flop. The tech behind it is revolutionary, and the head developer has been working on the game for like a decade,” said Peter, as he scrolled through the GameSpot special coverage from that day.

“Wasn’t SI contracted to consult on it, too?” asked Ned.

Peter felt his throat begin to constrict. The nails of his right hand bit into the flesh of his palm as he forced himself to take a slow breath—hold—and release…

“Yeah, Mr. Stark consulted on it himself. Some of the engineering on the headset is similar to the BARF technology. I think he might have worked on a couple system AI’s as well.”

“That is so cool man. So this is almost like his last tech contribution? Last gift to the world…”

“I doubt that. It was just a consult job, most of the work was done by Argus. Plus, Mr. Stark had years worth of projects and updates on file. We’ll probably see things he had a hand in being released for the next ten years at the least,” said Peter.

“Still pretty cool though,” said Ned with a shrug.

At that moment, Peter heard the sound of a key being inserted into the lock of the front door.

“Looks like they’re back,” he said, continuing to scroll, this time through discussions on Reddit.

“Have you had dinner yet? You know if you haven’t she’s going to force you to eat before you dive.”

“Nah, I didn’t get a chance to stop off earlier. What kind of leftovers do ya have?”

“I think there’s meatloaf and some chicken adobo left at the moment.”

“Yaaasss… Chicken adobo…”

Just then Ned’s bedroom door opened, and Mrs. Leeds poked her head in, a large smile on her face.

“Peter! I thought I saw your coat by the door! I’m glad you were able to make it tonight! Edward has been excited about the sleepover for weeks,” she said.

“Oh my god, mom! It’s not a sleepover! I doubt we’ll even sleep much!”

“Isn’t that what sleepovers are about?! You’re ridiculous… Anyway, have you eaten?” Mrs. Leeds asked, looking at Peter.

Peter had to bite back a smile, but shook his head.

“Hala ka, you’re going to waste away into dry bones! I don’t care how busy you are these days, you shouldn’t be skipping meals. You’ll blow away in a strong breeze. Come, I’ll heat something up. I know how bad you boys get about eating when its a normal game. A full immersion VR? You’ll forget you even have a real body that needs sustenance.”

“Yes, ma’am,” said Peter, dutifully following her into the kitchen.

“You are in luck. We have some leftover chicken adobo from last night. I know you like that recipe. Did May ever give it a go?”

Peter flashed back to the gloopy, slightly charred mess that was May’s attempt at cooking the dish. “Eh… Yeah but it wasn’t quite the same. Still needs a bit of work.”

“Huh,” Mrs. Leeds said, sounding confused.

“Peter!” shouted a voice from behind him.

“Hey Angie,” said Peter, before he felt arms wrap around him from behind in a bear hug.

His heart throbbed in his chest. His breath caught and wouldn’t come.

Thanos was coming for the gauntlet he couldn’t let him have it he had to run the aliens were grabbing him he had to—

“You never come around anymore! It’s been months—!”

“Stop that Angelica. It’s been a crazy year, and Peter stays very busy between school and an internship. Shouldn’t you be getting ready for bed? It’s already way passed bedtime.”

Angie rolled her eyes dramatically but stomped back off towards her room to do as she was asked.

“Sorry, dear. She just missed her big brothers, you know.”

Peter did his best to force out a grin, but he wasn’t sure just how well it came off because the next thing he knew Mrs. Leeds was giving him a tender kiss on the head and muttering about making some cups of cocoa.

It was moments like this that he truly felt the strange reality of the fact that he had lost five years of his life. On the surface level everything felt mostly the same— Aunt May along with the majority of his friends had also been snapped, as well as several of his teachers. But while they were gone, Ned’s little sister aged from an innocent five year old, to a ten year old girl who had grown in a world in more confusion, pain and desperation than Peter could really comprehend. Freshman he had helped tutor in school had graduated. Families he had known were irreparably torn apart, seemingly overnight.

It felt like while he was still the same, the rest of the world had tilted slight to the left, leaving him unbalanced and unsure where to step next. He’d always felt a bit out of place anyway after the spider bite, but now it was so much worse. Sometimes Peter wanted a taste of what normal used to be like, without freaky spider powers, world protecting responsibilities and the guilt of looking around him and wondering if he deserved to be here at all.

He glanced at the clock that hung on the wall— fifteen minutes till midnight.

“I should probably go brush my teeth too and get settled in. The server will open soon,” said Peter as he stood.

“Yeah, though there shouldn’t really be much to do other than to actually connect since we calibrated your account the other day,” said Ned.

Within ten minutes Peter had taken care of his nightly necessities and given Angie and Mrs. Leeds both a hug goodnight, settling in on the upper bunk of Ned’s bed.

“Last time I’m asking— are you sure you don’t mind me giving this the first run?” asked Peter.

Ned sighed and spun around from his computer to send Peter an exasperated look. “Do you not want to take it on its maiden voyage?”

“That’s not what I said,” Peter rolled his eyes.

“Then stop worrying. Just have a good time for once. Also, I downloaded a couple files to the gear. Not sure how reliable it is yet, but a few beta testers put out some first floor tips on the DL as a downloadable in game file, so check that out once you dive. It might help out a bit.”

“Will do. Thanks.”

“No problem. Now get going, and be sure to take plenty of notes in your journal to send me later.”

“See you around, kid.”

“I am older than you are by two months. Shut up and dive, loser.”

Peter smiled as he fitted the Nervegear onto his head, laid back and said, “Link Start.”

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In a remote, nondescript server room a certain file kicked to life. It’s programming had been remotely accessed, a mere accident of oversight. The digital pathways that connected it to the Argus servers, while known about, had been forgotten in the chaos of the last few years. The file was not one created within the system, but one created to interact within it. The Cardinal system downloaded the precious data, implementing it in the category that best described its form and function.

Program designation: Client

System ID: Ferrum Vir

Administration level: GM

. . . .

Installation Complete

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At 12:00 am EST on November 5th, 2023 (1:00 pm JST), Peter Parker joined 10,000 others in the world’s first full dive MMORPG— Sword Art Online.

And so did a very confused Anthony Edward Stark.

#tony stark #peter parker #irondad #irondad and spiderson #marvel cinematic universe #iron man #spider-man #MCU #sword art online #mcu/sao #fanfiction #crossover fanfiction #ai tony stark #post endgame #mostly canon compliant #im not even sure what to tag this #i have no idea where im going with it #aire101 writes #not ffh compliant

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bisexual-spider-man · 4 years

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A Kinda Long but Not Very Detailed Review of Spider-Man: Hostile Takeover - an intro + chapter 1

David Liss's Spider-Man: Hostile Takeover is the official prequel to Marvel's Spider-Man, which I'm a huge fan of. I have yet to read any reviews of it, so I'm going in with a nearly open mind (I talked to my friend @spiderzaap about their thoughts on the chapters they've read). I'm enjoying it so far! But I also have complaints. So let's get into them! (Disclaimer: both the game and its sequel are greatly influenced by comics, but I have yet to read those, so I can't comment on that. I can only say how I feel about this particular take on the characters and stuff.) (Disclaimer #2: These reviews will not be spoiler free.)

Before I even start to read, I know this book won't have the same emotional impact as the game. The game's ending demolished me in a way I can't see the book doing. Especially since it's a prequel; I already know what's gonna happen. No matter what happens to the characters, I know what'll happen to them later. And that's another problem I already have going into this - I know what will happen, more or less.

The back of the book raises the questions,

"When a new threat-a deadly doppelganger with Spider-Man's suit and abilities-wreaks havoc in the streets, can the real wall-crawler prove his innocence? With the clock ticking and lives on the line, can Spider-Man stop the brutal rampage of the Blood Spider? Will Spider-Man fall to his fears and foes, or will he rise and be greater?"

Lemme guess: yes, yes, and rise and be greater?

So the stakes don't feel very high, do they? If there are other characters or events introduced, there can still be suspense and such, but that can't change that at the end of the day, I know Peter will succeed. I know he'll live to see another day. I know that, even if his enemies win, it won't have a monumental impact. And so on...

Another thing: no Miles. :( I mean, as long as the book ends before the game begins, which I'm sure it will. Even if I'm wrong, I doubt we'll see Miles, which sucks.

But despite all that, I decided to go into this with an open mind. After all, I've always loved prequels. Something about seeing what life was like before the main action of a story is fun to me, and I love learning more about my favorite characters. So while I'm talking about it, what are some things I hope to see as I read? Clearly, Miles lol

And Harry! I want him to have face to face interactions with his friends, I wanna see more of the impact of Emily's death. I wanna see subtle hints that he's not going to Europe like he says. I also want Peter and Norman to interact more, out of pure curiosity. I'll be sad if I have to see more bonding moments between Peter and Otto, but I definitely want it to happen anyway. And two of my favorite aspects of the game are the social media feed and the encounters Peter has with normal civilians (Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man is best Spider-Man). So if that carries on into the prequel at all, I'll be happy. :)

chapter 1

Right off the bat, the first page weirded me out. I really wasn't following. Something about the way the snake thing was introduced was weird but I can't quite put words to it. However, I'm glad to know the amazing Spider-Man is afraid of snakes, or at least grossed out by them. ("...it was a snake and it was icky.") (To clarify, the snake thing is a robbery conducted by a lone guy in a reptile store. When he spots Peter, he makes a break for it with what seems to be a bag of snakes, leading to a short chase scene to the nearby docks, where he's quickly webbed up.)

The intro to Peter and explanation of his powers felt useless but didn't take up too much time in my opinion. I guess it's good to include for people new to Spidey. Still boring to read though if you're already familiar with the character.

Then we get our first taste of action in the form of the aforementioned chase scene. It was fairly entertaining and kept my attention. Didn't have me on the edge of my seat or anything, but I can excuse that, especially since it was a fairly simple chase (young guy with no super powers running down the street for awhile before being easily taken down). Even so, it's kind of disappointing to start with a lame action sequence?? That's kind of the appeal of the whole superhero thing. :/ I'm sure there's better stuff like that later, but still-

The criminal in question, Andy, was kinda fun. I felt his cluelessness on an emotional level and I like a criminal who can and should be redeemed. I was really rooting for him and wish he could've gotten the chance (more on that in a later post). I'm also glad that Peter tried to give him that chance; it gives an early look into Peter's morals better than any exposition ever could (actions speak louder than words, as everyone says all the time).

Oh yeah, and Peter and MJ are together, which means we'll get to see what their relationship was like (PeterMJ stans, rise up). Plus we'll get to see them break up, right? I'm curious to see how that went down, including the buildup to it, which starts immediately as Peter calls MJ several times in hopes that she'll pick up. Too bad she's busy doing something she doesn't want him to know about. So basically, the same dynamic the game presents us with. Nice. 👌 (And here's to hoping that that's not the only kind of interaction they have.)

Another fun thing about this chapter is the humor presented in the Snake Store Incident™. There are some good bits along the lines of the earlier comment about Peter not liking snakes. I'd include them but I can only focus on one thing for so long.

All in all, I expected more but also got things I didn't expect. So this was a decent first chapter and I can tell it's gonna get better from here. I'm pleased with Peter's characterization and the writing style is nice. I'll probably edit this post to add more, but for now, this is it. Next up, a review of chapters 2 and 3.

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thegoodthebadthesickly · 4 years

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Peter Parker- Nightmares

Request: Nightmares

Fandom: MCU

Requested By: I honestly don’t remember, it’s been 8 months. Maybe me?

Warnings: nightmares

Tony Stark doesn’t get to die until I say! So, we’re just ignoring the last half of End Game. Cool? Cool.

@badthingshappenbingo

Stars are completed, Swirls are requested

"Spider-Man's real name-" Beck's voice and image cut out and for a moment there was only the odd silence of the people enthralled in the story unfolding on the jumbo screen, the crackle of the grainy video feed, and the blood rushing in Peter's ears.

"Spider-Man's real name is Peter-" Beck briefly looked off screen, looking scared out of his mind. Peter saw himself walk into the upper third of the frame. "Spider-Man's real name is Peter Parker!" The video went dead as there was a blast in the background, the drones that Peter had signaled that day in London.

"There you have it folks! The menace that's been-" Jameson snarled as he appeared back on the jumbo screen. Peter couldn't hear him anymore though. He thought he might pass out, tightening his grip on the top of the street light, Peter looked around, his spideysense going crazy. Everyone was looking at him.

"Peter, I recommend getting out of sight." Karen chirped into his earpiece.

Peter grunted a response, trusting his muscle memory to take over as he slung a web out to the nearest building and loosened his grip on the street light.

He was on the ground. Half of New York stood behind him, palpable anger coming off of them in waves. Peter tried to shoot another web, but he was no longer wearing his suit. He was just Peter Parker. The crowd was getting closer, his spideysense setting off loud alarm bells.

MJ was standing in front of him, wearing the dress she'd worn on their date.

"MJ, thank God! I need to get out of here! They know, everybody knows!" Peter started to cry, everything was falling apart and the only thing he could do was run.

MJ opened her mouth to speak, but when she did, it was Quentin Beck's voice.

"Here we go again, Peter Parker making yet another mess for the great Tony Stark to clean up! Michelle crossed her arms, looking down her nose at Peter.

He was going to pass out. Everything was too much. Peter squeezed his eyes shut and rubbed at them roughly. When he opened his eyes again, Quentin Beck himself stood before him.

"You-you're dead!" Peter stumbled back a few steps, his heart in his throat.

"And who's fault is that?" Beck took a step forward. "You should have left this one to the big boys, Peter." Beck tutted.

Peter's eyes drifted over Quentin's shoulder to see Tony. He shoved Beck aside and skidded to a halt in front of Tony.

"T-Tony, I-I don't know what to do! This is all my fault." Peter sobbed. Looking around, Peter watched as the scenes from London played out around him. Flaming drones falling out of the sky, people running away screaming. The same helplessness that had weighed him down then pushed at Peter from all sides now. Peter looked at Tony, pleading.

"You're right. This is all your fault." Peter wished he'd missed the way Tony's eyes had flickered down to his heavily burned arm and hand that now hung limp and useless at his side.

Peter couldn't help but notice the red tinge that had fallen over everything. He looked around and wanted to vomit. Titan. They were back on Titan.

"I never should have given you the suit back." Tony spat. "This was all your fault." Peter wished he'd missed the way Tony's eyes flickered to his shriveled arm that now hung limp and useless at his side. "Better yet, you could have been the one to use the gauntlet." Tony laughed wickedly. "You couldn't have actually made yourself useful for once, could you? Spider-Man disappears, and then what? A few stores get robbed in Brooklyn? Iron Man disappears and a few thousand people die because some psycho decided to send a bomb hurtling toward New York?" Tony turned to walk away, but turned back. "I never should have given you the suit back. Turns out, you were nothing with or without it." He spat, striding across the dusty surface of Titan.

"T-Tony! Plea-please, come back!" Peter screamed. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't breathe! Peter dropped to his knees, sobbing, trying to suck in any kind of oxygen, but there was nothing. Then, he was falling. The ground beneath him gave way to darkness and all he could do was sob and fall and struggle for a breath of air.

"-ter, Peter, calm down! You're safe. It's me. it’s Tony. You're safe."

Tony listened as the next sob died in Peter's throat. He held Peter back slightly and watched as hazel eyes tried to focus on his face. He'd been holding Peter in a bear hug against his chest-- which would be a lot easier with two arms--trying to keep him from thrashing into anything and hurting himself. Tony was pretty sure he'd have a black eye in the morning.

"Ton-Tony?" Peter sobbed, messily trying to roll out of the man's lap. He was dying. He couldn't breathe. His heart was going to beat out of his chest. Peter backed himself against the headboard of the bed, seemingly trying to disappear into it, his eyes darting back and forth wildly and his chest heaving.

"Pete," Tony tried, no answer. He tried again, this time with a little more authority in his voice.

Peter could barely hear over the thundering heartbeat in his ears bumbumbumbumbum.

"Peter, look at me." Tony waited as Peter's eyes found his.

bumbumbumbumbum

Peter managed to push down the panic for a moment to look at Tony, but when he did, fresh tears began rolling down his cheeks.

"I-I can't!" Peter wheezed. bumbumbumbum

"What can't you do?" Tony asked, fighting to stay calm and not sound as worried as he felt. This was far from the first event like this, but they didn't get any easier.

"Can't-can't breathe."

"Alright, we've been through this before. Let's go through the list: am I real?" Tony held his good hand out for Peter to hold.

Tentatively, Peter reached out to take Tony's hand, never taking his eyes off of him. They made contact and Tony scooted a bit closer on the bed.

"Yes." Peter sucked in a small breath. In. Out. bumbumbumbum

"Good. Is the bed real?"

Peter pushed his other hand into the mattress, trying to take in the way it pushed back against his force.

"Yes." In. Out. bumbum bumbumbum

"Are you real?"

Peter took his hand off of the bed and put it on his own arm, his hand was warm and sweaty, but it was real.

"Yes." In. Out.

"Am I safe? Right here. Right now."

No! Peter's brain wanted to scream, but he knew what he needed to say. The logical part of him knew that what had just happened was a dream.

"Y-yes." In. Out. bumbum bumbum bumbum

"Are you safe? Right here. Right now."

No! Everyone knows! Everyone-

"Yes." In. Out. Peter tried to unwind his taut muscles slightly and tried to breathe a little deeper. It was getting easier. He closed his eyes and hung his head. He wished he could stop crying.

"Good. You're safe, I'm safe, your Aunt's safe, Nesbitt and Makayla are safe. We're all okay."

"Ned and Michelle." Peter huffed, smiling slightly. bum bum bum bum

"Meh." Tony shrugged with a half smile. "Do you want to talk about it?" He asked softly.

"It was the same-" Peter took a shuddering breath "same as always. Everybody found out and then Beck was back and then-" Peter cut himself off, the addition of Tony was relatively new. He hadn't actually told him about that part.

"Then?"

"N-nothing. Just London, and Beck, and MJ." Peter pulled his hand out of Tony's and sat back and crossed his legs.

"Peter. We promised no secrets." Tony tried to look as sincere as possible, putting on his best dad face.

Peter's gaze fell to the duvet. He focused on breathing as he picked at a loose thread.

"Peter." Tony said.

In spite of himself, Peter looked up.

"Listen, if you really don't want to talk about this, I won't push, but the only way this gets better is talking it out. I only agreed no therapist because you said you'd talk to me when you needed to." Tony pushed softly.

"There's something new, in the nightmares, I mean."

"Okay, I'm all ears."

"It's um-it's you-you." Peter stuttered, clenching his jaw to stop a fresh stream of tears.

"Me?" Tony breathed. There was a metallic taste in his mouth, the fact that his kid had been so twisted by everything to ever be able to think Tony would hurt him made him feel sick.

Peter nodded.

"What else?"

"You just keep telling me ev-everything's my fault and it should have been me to sacrifice myself on Titan. You said I'm not worthy of the suit." Peter whispered, new, silent tears making his eyes even more bloodshot.

"Pete, I-" Tony tried, but he felt lost. What could he say? That it had never crossed his mind that someone else could have used the gauntlet on Titan--although he'd never in a hundred thousand lifetimes wish that it had been Peter--or that he hadn't spent quite a bit of time in the past few years cleaning up messes that more than a few times had originated with Spider-Man?

Tony took a deep breath and tried again. "Pete, listen, I won't tell you that there are times that I've wished it could have been somebody else on Titan, but I have never, would never, wish that it had been you. Now, have you had a few slip ups while trying to figure out all of this "friendly neighborhood Spider-Man stuff? Sure, but so did everyone else. Go ask any of the Avengers, including me, and we'll tell you stories about how people got hurt or the bad guy won because of something we did or didn't do. It sucks, like monumentally sucks, but it's part of the whole hero gig. You live, you knock down a few buildings, you learn. You have to remember that you are literally a teenager. You're still learning and growing, in and out of the suit. Bad stuff is going to happen sometimes and the only thing that matters is that you learn from it and keep putting that suit on and trying to do the right thing. You have proved to me and everyone else, time and time again, that you are more that worthy of that suit." Tony huffed, exhausted after his mini monologue.

Peter just stared, his tired brain, still reeling from the nightmare, not really sure what to do with what Tony had said, so he just yawned. Suddenly, he was dead tired, all of the adrenaline leaving his body at once.

"I just need you to know that I will never be mad at you for learning and growing and I will always be glad that we have a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man on our side." Tony smiled, eyes watery.

"Thank-thank you." Peter sighed, sagging a little in relief.

"Do you think you can get back to sleep?" Tony asked.

"Yeah." Peter said, but looked like he wanted to say more.

"Alright. I'm right down the hall, kiddo. All you have to do is yell." Tony reassured Peter as he walked toward the door.

"Tony?" Peter whispered as Tony put his hand over the light switch to turn it off.

"Yeah, kid?"

"Can, um, can you stay? It's just that I don't-I don't really want to be alone right now." Peter twiddled his thumbs.

"Always. I'll always stay for you, Pete." Tony smiled softly, holding back tears.

Tony watched Peter squirm back under the duvet before he turned the light off. Peter scooted to one side, allowing Tony just enough room to lay down.

Tony lay down and listened to the silence for a moment, waiting for Peter's breathing to even out and tell him he'd slipped back into sleep. Instead, he felt the bed shift as Peter moved closer to him. Tony, knowing Peter would never actually ask, raised his arm slightly to allow Peter to curl into his side. When Peter was comfortable, Tony put his arm down, rubbing small, comforting circles on Peter's arm. Eventually, Tony thought he heard Peter's breathing even out and was about to let himself drift off as well when Peter whispered his name.

"Tony?"

"Yeah? You okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. I just can't stop thinking..."

"I know what you-" Tony had been about to reassure Peter that he knew what it felt like to have a racing mind after a nightmare, but Peter cut him off.

"Do you think whales have feelings?"

Tony shifted a bit to look at Peter, wondering if he was serious. Puffy, innocent eyes stared back at him through the dark.

"Go to sleep, Peter." Tony huffed, a smile on his voice, closing his eyes.

Peter didn't say anything else, and Tony could hear his breathing getting more even.

Suddenly, Tony's eyes popped open again.

"Damnit!" He rubbed his face, sitting up. "Now I have to know if whales have feelings."

Peter snickered quietly.

"C'mon, Pete. Let's go to the lab."

#badthingshappenbingo #prompt fill #prompt: nightmares #fandom: MCU #Peter Parker #Spider-Man #tony stark

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parkerparts · 5 years

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Christmas Chaos & Confessions

Parkner Week 2019 Day One: “Road Work Ahead” / Parades / Identity Porn

Read it on AO3 here.

Peter loved Christmas. It was probably his favorite holiday, although Valentine’s Day was a close second. However, this Christmas parade shebang was sucking away a good bit of his Christmas spirit.

“You know, I always thought Mr. Harrington was a bit odd, but I didn’t think he was cruel,” Ned said as he walked with Peter.

Midtown had a float for the Christmas parade but a shortage of students who wanted to ride it. Mr. Harrington, in a charitable act, had signed the entire decathlon team up.

Peter sighed. “Yeah, well, at least we get service hours for this. I still need, like, forty.”

Ned started at him. “Dude. You’re literally a superhero. You patrol almost every night. Don’t you think you’ve done more than enough community service?”

“I can’t exactly tell that to the school though!”

“Keeping secrets, are we Petey? Come on, fess up. Is it you who’s been leaving lipstick marks all over the bathroom mirrors?” Harley interjected. Peter felt his face heat as Harley smirked at him. He hadn’t realized they had already reached the Midtown float.

“Don’t call me Petey. And you wish.”

“I do, actually. Light pink lip gloss would really suit you.”

Peter, whose face was surely bright red by now, was saved from having to respond by MJ. “Your gay really popped out, Harley. Calm down. What’s up, losers?”

“We’re good!” Ned replied brightly. “Well, I mean, personally I’d be much better if I was asleep and warm than out here for this stupid parade, but that might just be me?”

A chorus of negatives responded, not just from Peter and his friends, but the rest of the decathlon team and an assortment of other students on the float as they climbed on. Peter shivered as the float started moving. He was wearing no less than three layers underneath the Midtown sweatshirt he had to wear for the parade, but the New York winter wind was biting. His inability to thermoregulate, a definite downside of his spider genes, meant he was still freezing.

Suddenly, he felt a warm, heavy weight on his shoulders, and he looked up. Harley raised an eyebrow when Peter caught his eye. “I know you’re always cold, so I brought an extra blanket. You’re welcome.”

“Thank you, Harley,” Peter murmured, pulling the thick, flannel blanket around himself. It smelled like the lab and DUM-E’s favorite air freshener. The familiar mix of scents warmed him just as much as the physical blanket did.

He felt like he could overheat when Harley smiled gently back at him. For a moment too long to be normal and too short to be satisfactory, they just stared at each other, smiles frozen on their faces, eyes locked on the other’s.

When Harley Keener moved to New York, he found himself a place in Peter’s life so easily that one might think there had been a Harley-shaped hole in his life all along.

Their little moment was broken by a sudden screaming in Peter’s mind to get down, and he screamed the words in panic just before the world burst into flames. He heard the explosion before he felt it, a sharp, metallic bang followed by a gust of heat and smoke that knocked him to the ground. Peter couldn’t see through the smoke, couldn’t breathe, and for a terrifying moment, he was fifteen years old again, trapped under a burning building.

Help, please!

The sound of screaming, Betty and Ned’s screaming, dear God, startled Peter back into his body. He gasped. Smoke filled his lungs, but he coughed it out as he stumbled off of the float and into a hazy alleyway.

Come on, Spider-Man.

Peter pressed a button on his watch. He and Mr. Stark had built it together over Thanksgiving break for emergencies. It housed a compact version of the Iron Spider suit that assembled around Peter in seconds.

“Hello, Peter,” Karen’s calm voice greeted. Peter would have quipped back a response if he hadn’t been too busy gulping in fresh air through the suit’s filtration system. “There seems to be a problem at the intersection of Main Street and Kissena Boulevard.”

“Yeah, I know that. Thanks, K. What am I looking at?” Peter scrambled up the wall of the nearest building and perched on the side of it, looking out at the street. The float in front of Midtown’s was on fire, and it was quickly catching, so Peter swung down as he listened to Karen’s report.

“Osborn Corporation’s float exploded. My scans show that it resulted from a gas leak. There are no deaths or critical injuries. I suggest we contain and put out the fires and move any civilians out of the surrounding area.”

“Any backup?” he asked, landing on Midtown’s float. He knew he should contain the fire first because it was quickly spreading onto Midtown’s float, but those were his friends, and he needed to make sure he got them to safety. He helped a squealing but otherwise uninjured Flash off the float as he scanned the area. Ned and Betty were already running off with a group of other students, MJ was helping Brad off of the float, but Harley was nowhere to be seen.

“Iron Lad is in the area. ETA two minutes.” Peter smiled beneath his mask as he shot a blanket of inflammable webbing over Osborn Corp.’s float. Iron Lad was a relatively new superhero. He had shown up in New York around three months ago in his shiny red and silver suit to help Peter out during a particularly difficult confrontation. Peter had called him his knight in shining iron armor.

Iron Lad was another teenage vigilante. He had described himself as a friendly neighborhood Iron Man when Peter ran into him on patrol the next day. Tony had laughed at that for hours when Peter told him. The other boy also apparently was in contact with Tony, who was frustratingly tight-lipped about the subject whenever Peter brought it up. Peter was grateful for the help. He swallowed his pride and developed a patrol schedule in coordination with Iron Lad, which allowed him a little more time for other stuff. Junior year was rough, and although he felt some niggling guilt about slacking off on his superhero duties, he trusted the city was in good hands with Iron Lad. Peter’s favorite nights, however, were when he would patrol with Iron Lad every Sunday night. They’d usually end by sitting together on a rooftop somewhere and watching the sunrise, despite knowing that they had school the next morning. They spent those nights stopping crime together, sure, but they also ate pancakes from iHop on their rooftop picnics and talked into the early morning.

One night, Peter had confessed his crush on Harley Keener. He decidedly didn’t mention his other crush on Iron Lad. In return, the boy had confessed his own crush, a boy at his school who was apparently a super genius. He hadn’t mentioned a name, though, and Peter hadn’t wanted to ask. It made Peter’s heart sink, but he ignored it and decided it was probably best if the two of them remained friends, anyway.

It didn’t stop him flirting with the other superhero to the best of his ability, but that was nobody’s business but his own.

“Great,” Peter said as he landed on the road next to Osborn Corp.’s float. “Can you find Harley for me?”

There was a heart-stopping pause before Karen shiftily replied, “I cannot—“

The rest of her answer was cut off by the panicked buzzing in Peter’s brain and the following explosion.

“Not again,” he groaned. The impact had thrown him against a building, knocking the wind out of his lungs. He leaned his head back for a moment as he tried to catch his breath and recenter himself. “What was that?”

“The float in front of Osborn Corporation’s was carrying pyrotechnics, which caught fire and went off. Iron Lad is on the scene.”

“Hey, Spider-Boy. How’s it going?” Peter grinned weakly as a familiar figure landed in front of him.

“Better now that you’re here, Iron Knight,” he teased.

“Just a little road work ahead, huh?”

Peter took the outstretched hand and got to his feet. “Uh, yeah. Sure hope it does!” He delighted in the sound of Iron Lad’s laughter as he swung away, the other hero flying right behind him.

Alongside the fire team that eventually showed up, Spider-Man and Iron Lad got the situation under control. While Iron Lad helped contain and put out the fires, Peter cleared the area of civilians and treated the minor injuries he saw. Some people with more severe burns and broken bones, he helped into the ambulances that arrived.

Finally, the two superheroes left the scene behind for the policemen, who would handle the legal side of things. They hovered in the air for a moment, Peter on a web and Iron Lad with his repulsors. “Good work, Spidey.”

Peter grinned. “Thanks, man. Don’t know what I would have done without my favorite crime-fighting partner.”

“I’m your favorite? Wow, I’m flattered. Don’t let the big man hear you say that. He’d get jealous.”

“I’ll face Iron Man’s wrath for you any day.” Peter said. “See you around, Iron Lad!”

As Peter swung away, he saw the other boy salute, causing him to laugh. He spotted his friends and the other Midtown students gathered on the football field, so he quickly dropped into a nearby abandoned building to get out of his suit before running over.

A cheer went up as they saw Peter jogging across the football friend. He suspected it had more to do with the fact that, with the roll call finally complete, they could all go home and be done with the whole mess, but it made him smile, anyway.

“There you are, Peter!” Harley cried, running to him and meeting him halfway. “Jesus, I was so worried about you. Where were you? What took you so long to get here?”

“I got lost?” Peter started before nodding to himself. “Yeah, I got loss. The first explosion really shook me up, and the smoke made me disoriented. I was probably halfway to Brooklyn before realizing I was going in the wrong direction.”

Without warning, Harley pulled him into a hug. Peter really hoped that he couldn’t feel his heartbeat racing. “I’m just real glad you’re okay, Petey.”

“Don’t call me Petey,” he grumbled into Harley’s shoulder. “Sorry, I lost your blanket. I’ll buy you a new one.”

Harley laughed, a rumble that Peter felt more than heard, and it warmed him to the core. “You’re adorable.”

“I’m not!” Peter cried indignantly, pulling away.

“You are,” MJ butt in as Ned swept Peter into a hug of his own. Ned and MJ both knew about his whole Spider-Man gig and were therefore much more chill about his late appearance than Peter. Well, Ned always worried whenever Peter became Spider-Man, but they had both seen him unharmed in the midst of the chaos.

It wasn’t like Peter hadn’t told Harley on purpose. He trusted Harley with his heart, but he just never got around to saying anything about it. However, as Harley swung an arm around his shoulders and pulled him into his side, Peter resolved to tell Harley later that day. He hated seeing the other boy worried, and he didn’t want to keep secrets from him anymore.

“Do you guys want to go get hot chocolate or something? It’s on me, since I made you worry so much,” Peter offered.

“As lovely as that sounds, we’ll have to take a rain check, Peter. It’s about time we started heading back for lunch. I’m sure everyone saw the news, and I let them know we’re both fine, but you know how they are. Unless you want Iron Man showing up in the middle of Starbucks to drag us both home, we should probably save it for another day,” Harley reminded him.

Peter pouted. “Fine. We’ll see you guys later!”

Ned and MJ waved them off as Harley and Peter started walking. Leah and Abbie had arrived the night before from Tennessee as soon as Abbie’s Christmas break started, so Tony was hosting a get-together lunch at the penthouse he, Pepper, Morgan, and Harley lived in. May, Happy, and Rhodey would all be joining them. It was a little family reunion for the holidays.

Peter and Harley walked in a comfortable silence. The bustle of the city, the wind whistling in his ears, and the steady drum of Harley’s heartbeat calmed Peter down. The last sound especially washed away the lingering panic he had felt when Harley was nowhere to be seen after the first explosion.

“I have something to tell you,” Peter said, suddenly, at the same time as Harley. They both stopped a block away from their building and turned to face each other.

“You first,” Harley said with a laugh.

Peter shook his head. “Nah, it’s fine. You go first.”

“This is my first white Christmas,” Harley said, the sudden softness of his tone startling Peter. “Abbie’s too. I’m just really glad to be spending it with y’all. All of y’all. Tony, Pep, Morgan, Abbie, Mama, and you. You’re my family, and I just, I guess I’m just trying to say thank you.”

“Oh, Harley,” Peter murmured, grabbing the other boy’s hand. “You’re so welcome. We’re so lucky to have you here.”

Harley smiled and squeezed his hand. “Thanks,” he repeated. “Now your turn.”

Peter took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a second. “I’m Spider-Man.”

He opened his eyes to watch Harley’s reaction. It surprised him how passive it was. His face didn’t change, and he didn’t make any noise. If it wasn’t for the twitch of his lips and the knowing glimmer in his eyes, Peter would have thought Harley didn’t hear him.

“Yeah, I kind of figured.”

Peter stared at Harley for a moment. “I’m sorry, what? How?”

“Working alongside you to do vigilante work feels a lot like how we work in the lab and do school work together, and you have that moral goodness and self-sacrificing tendency of a superhero.”

Peter shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah, okay. That’s fair. Wait, hold up. Rewind. What did you say? We do vigilante work together? Who-” It took an embarrassingly long few seconds to put together all the pieces in his scrambled brain, but he realized “You’re Iron Lad. Oh, crap. That’s embarrassing.”

Harley laughed and bumped Peter’s shoulder with his own. “Hole in one, Parker. I always knew you were a child genius. And how is that embarrassing?”

“Because,” Peter sighed, resigning himself to another confession. “I distinctly remember telling Iron Lad that I have a crush on one Harley Keener.”

At that, Harley had a more pronounced reaction. His eyes widened, and his grip on Peter’s hand tightened. “Oh. That’s right. Forgot about that.”

“Yeah.”

“It’s okay though. I told Spider-Man that I have a crush on Peter Parker.”

Peter let go of Harley’s hand in surprise. “I’m sorry, you what now? I definitely would have remembered that.”

“Didn’t I?” Harley asked, tilting his head to the side. “I remember telling you as Spidey about the time that you as Peter Parker bitch slapped Brady for leaking a freshman girl’s nudes and how that was the moment I realized I kind of really liked you.”

Peter laughed at the memory. “I do remember that actually, but you never mentioned any names, and I didn’t know what school you went to, so how was I supposed to know?”

“You’re a genius, aren’t you?” Harley laughed. Peter couldn’t help but smile.

“Not when it comes to you, I’m not. I never know what to do with myself around you, yet somehow I’m like most comfortable around you,” Peter admitted.

Harley smiled softly. “Back at you, Petey.”

“Don’t call me Petey,” Peter reminded him as he hugged the other boy. “In case it wasn’t clear, Harley Keener, I really, really like you.”

“And I really, really like you too, Peter Parker,” Harley whispered in his ear. They stayed like that, hugging each other in the middle of a winter flurry, for a moment that Peter wanted to last forever.

Then a snowball crashed into the side of his face, and Peter remembered that good things never last forever.

“Abbie!” Harley cried indignantly, tearing himself from Peter’s arms to chase after his giggling little sister. “You little gremlin, come back here!”

Peter laughed as he chased after the both of them. “Good to see you too, cowgirl!” he cried, stopping to pick up a handful of snow in his mittened hands.

Later, as everyone gathered in the penthouse’s living room to watch a Christmas movie, Peter placed himself in Harley’s arms as they sat surrounded by blankets on the floor. This, he thought, placing a tender kiss on Harley’s cheek, is my happy place.

#parkner week 2019 #parkner week #harleypeter #parkner #parley #harley keener #peter parker #fluff

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smellysluna · 5 years

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Phase 1: BLUE | Peter Parker | Soulmate AU!

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Series: Additive Colors

Warning(s): this story is set between Homecoming and Infinity War, swear words, badass reader.

Word count: 1.8K

Side note: heyyy, it’s been a long time since i’ve posted something online, but i hope you enjoy this <3

Peter blasted web after web at Queens' buildings. After Liz left because of him (even if she wasn’t his soulmate, he liked her anyway), his patrols as friendly neighborhood Spider-Man became crude, crass. The streets had no taste, no color until everything around him changed in an instant.

He crashes into a supply lorry, denting it just slightly. Peter stood up the instant he hit the ground oblivious to the worried bystanders.

I need to get somewhere high.

Peter's mind activated autopilot the moment a balcony came into his shaky view. His stiff feet landed on the balcony's rail. He seemed a panther looking for its prey amidst the jungle —a spider waiting for the fly to get trapped in its webs. He searched for a person instead of prey. What he felt the moment his life did a one-eighty was exactly what he was hunting —perplexity.

A girl struggling for breath chasing colors appeared under his eyes and his blurry view cleared. The people pulsed around her, they were fast-paced whilst she had no pace whatsoever.

Peter can't remember landing in front of her but he faced the girl anyways. Without any first words or glances, he picked her up and shot a spider-web to the top of a building. It took a moment for the girl to assess the case at hand. Usually, she'd be the one striking the first word —and as a bad habit, she’d get the last word too— but this time her mind went numb. To distract herself from the suited hero in front of her, she stared at the sky —a thing she could never appreciate before. In the corner of her eye, she sensed him imitating her. The question throbbed in her mind, in her throat, and on her tongue. If the answer to her question were "yes"... What would it mean to him? What would it mean to her? What would it mean to both of them?

Too many feelings at once. I think there was a word to describe the churning in my stomach.

Spider-Man stared at the blank canvas painted on the girl beside him. Her gaze set on a distant cloud the moment Karen pulled out her personal details. The boy behind the mask assumed he shared the same emotions as the girl next to him. His brows kept knitted together as he read the girl's file. With difficulty, a gulp passed through his tight throat.

"You're... seeing the same thing, right?" It was unusual for Peter to take the first step but the more he read her file... the more he urge to know if she was... the one.

"Blue, the sky's blue." A pause before indulging in her dramatics. "It's haunting to realize just now the beauty of the wild blue yonder which was over our heads all this time." She hasn't stared at him yet, the jetting jaw painfully clear in his sight. "I'm at a loss for words. My soulmate being Spider-Man and all that —God I really hope you're a teenager."

He carefully watched her every moving muscle. Still, he can't grasp the instant she faced him. For once, Peter felt as if someone were looking right through his mask and into his eyes.

The words sunk in and he felt his body heat up. "No! No! Don't worry! I'm... I'm not some creepy-old-man, I swear! I go to Midtown —ah! Shouldn't have said that. Forget I said that. Mr. Stark would dissect me if he knew I said that." The girl couldn't stop the laughter that crawled through her lungs as she stared at the hero's wobbling arms. "Karen, no! Delete that footage! Oh my God, Mr. Stark cannot hear that."

"Karen?" She managed through giggles.

Peter stared at her amusing raised brow, her smile reaching the eyes. The sight made him smile too.

He somewhat regained his calm composure after Karen erased the footage. "Artificial intelligence built-in the suit."

"Did you develop her?" He couldn't fail to notice the spark in her eyes the moment he mentioned the AI.

"No, uh, Mr. Stark did." He almost experienced a hard attack when Karen announced to Spider-Man a message from Tony Stark which said he was on the street under his apartment. "Oh, God, I want to stay here and get to know you but right now Mr. Stark needs me."

A pang went through his chest at her disappointing stare.

"Listen, you're not supposed to know who I am. So we'll just have to get to know each other this way." He pointed at his mask with both pointer fingers. "We'll make it work — I think."

"Can you tell me at least your name?"

"Sorry." He hugged her.

"I'll swing by your place when I get time. See ya, (Y/N)."

In a blink, he was gone. Spider-Man didn’t even need to ask her name, she was sure that he even knew where she lived in an instant. A shiver ran through her spine.

(Y/N) doesn't know how she managed to stay on her legs for so long without trembling. But the moment he disappeared, she instantly laid in the on the cold floor. The sky was still blue. Her brows knitted together but then relaxed and closed her eyes.

This is unfair... How come you get to know my name but I can't get yours.

A smirk painted on her face as a light bulb lit up in her mind.

Spider-Man, you might think you’re smart and mysterious. But the joke’s on you, I’m smart and mysterious too.

*******

It was too quiet in my apartment, the atmosphere more stuffy than usual. The dirt on the floor indicated that a person was here. On guard, I walk into the living room. The breath in my lungs got kicked out and in less than a second, I was on the floor with someone choking me.

A normal person would be scared in my place. But I am not an average girl. My situation is self-explanatory and it takes just one name: Jessica Jones.

Jessica taught me no mercy, Jessica forced me independence, Jessica trained me to take care of myself, better said: Jessica’s small group of Defenders beat the crap out of me — which made me tough.

Jessica took me in after my parents’ death and she’s taken care of me since then. The other Defenders appeared later on. In the beginning, Jess taught me self-defense and sometimes she’d break some of my bones by letting her real strength slip through.

“It’s how it is in the real world,” she’d say. “If you’re lucky, of course.” And the moment I’d hit the floor, she’d kick my obliques ready to kill. “If it’s an average day… they won’t hesitate.” She’d kick again. “That’s why you won’t hesitate either.”

The Defenders weren’t around for long. Still, I learned many things from them. Every one of them had their own style to teach and none was better than the other. Jessica taught me to endure the pain; Danny (Iron Fist) taught me to control my inner calm; Matt (Daredevil) taught me to concentrate; Luke taught me to manage my strength. Actually, Luke let me hit him as hard as I wanted so I had a human punching bag.

Jess never wanted me to live with her —she made it very clear. The moment she was sure I could manage, she got me an apartment in Queens and told me to enroll at Midtown School —a nerd school. I thought she was kidding and scoffed at the idea, but her lack of humor seemed obvious. After I went through Jessica’s stuff (once... on several occasions), the reason she wanted me to go to Midtown became clear: an offer to attend the school personally written by the principal. I ignored Jessica and enrolled in Queens Metropolitan High School.

But discovering that Spider-Man, my soulmate, goes to Midtown creates a twist in my life. Guess I’ll have to put up with the nerds for some time.

Transferring really seemed quick and simple given that it’s the school’s department that carries out the process. But then again, we’re talking about nerds. It took me less than a week to get all the papers right. And since nerds like everything neat, I could start on Monday.

I had really been pushing my feelings to the back of my head. But what am I actually going to do after I find my soulmate? Improvisation was my go to plan.

Anyways… what was I doing again? Oh yeah! Getting strangled.

Jessica’s face came into perfect view and her look betrayed intent to kill. She was between my thighs, her grip on my neck firm. It only takes her six seconds to make me unconscious. I don’t let her. My body switches to muscle memory at this point.

Cross grip.

Shoulder-blade.

Foot on hip.

Turn.

Boom.

Forward thrust with hips.

“Shit!” Jessica hurriedly skidded from me. “Why’d you break my arm for!?” We both knew it didn’t hurt as it should. And instead of pain traveling through her voice, it was indignation.

I scoffed, “you had worse.” I waved my hand dismissively before plopping on my sofa. “And I broke your elbow, not your arm —you’re the one who taught me.”

“Not that,” she grimaced.

Jess settled casually right next to me. I glanced at her elbow, knowing damn well she wasn’t going to get it treated properly —neither of us cared.

“So you’re finally listening to me.” I knew what she meant, Midtown. “Don’t want to admit it? Alright.” She stood up, her broken elbow long forgotten. The cork-board on the wall catches her attention. “You’re still into this?” She plays with one of the strings. She trails her finger across the string that’s different than the rest. “What does Spider-Man have to do with any of this?” I forgot Jess was able to recognize the colors on the board, all of them. Jess still loves Luke and it shows.

“The string’s blue.” Her body turned faster than I could imagine.

“When did this happen?” To ever understand what Jessica meant, you always had to look at the big picture. It was annoying at first but it helped to analyze the bigger picture in everything else.

“Like a week ago. I don’t know who’s under the mask... yet.”

“Yet?”

“The only thing I know right now is that he’s enrolled at Midtown.”

She scuffed, “figures.” Her gaze shifted back to the board. “And Spider-Man’s connected to Tony Stark in what way?”

“I don’t know but it’s obvious that there’s some connection.”

She stared at the center of it all: a picture of me. “A piece of advice: don’t do anything that I would.”

“Yes, mum.” Mockery. One stare was enough to know she wasn’t a fan of it.

I didn’t matter who she was, I wasn’t planning on listening to reason anytime soon.

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imyourliquor-youremypoison · 5 years

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A Girl’s Best Friend (Peter Parker x OC) - Part 7

Synopsis: Diamonds are man’s best friend- or dogs are girls’ best friends, wait… how does the saying go again?

Warnings: Family issues; Peter has a crush and it’s complicated; mention of assault; good dogs; College AU; aged up! characters; TONY STARK IS ALIVE AND WE ALL LIVE IN A HAPPY PLACE CALLED DENIAL

A/N: In this story, Peter has Tom’s dog, Tessa.The dogs in the story play a minor but key role.

Word count: 2.8k

Part 6 <<< >>> Part 8

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“You know,” Emmeline started, spinning her phone on the table, legs crossed, sitting on her balcony while Spider-Man laid in a web-hammock that dangled from the balcony above hers. “You sound way younger than I thought you were.”

He folded his arms behind his neck and crossed his legs at the ankles.

“I’m not that young…” he argued, although not very convincingly. “I’m an adult, legally. I don’t magically turn into my civilian self on the stroke of midnight.”

“I know that, you hang out here way past midnight,” she laughed and stopped playing with her phone to better look at him. His gaze was still trained on the skyline, lost in his thoughts. They didn’t always talk much, but it was nice to just chat a little and share comfortable silence. “Still, I thought you were an actual adult, not just legal.”

“What does that even mean?” Spider-Man suddenly sat up, looking at her. “I’m an actual adult.”

“I don’t believe that! I think you’re my age, and I’m not even close to being a real adult,” Emmeline huffed, leaning back and crossing her arms on her chest.

“What’s a real adult, then?”

“Someone who has a job, is financially independent, is well established in life, has their shit together-“ she began to list off and Peter had to cut her off.

“Alright, alright, if that’s your criteria then I suppose I’m not an adult. Does friendly neighborhood Spider-Man not count as a job?” he still asked.

“Not if you’re not paid to do it, my friend.”

“Damn it,” he cursed under his breath. “But still, being an adult isn’t all about exterior things like money and status. It’s a feeling too.”

“Like it just dawns on you the first time you fill a tax form?” Emmeline suggested. “Because I don’t pay taxes, I don’t pay for anything, and that’s exactly my point. I’m not a functioning adult, I’m a kept woman at best,” she laughed bitterly and cracked open her beer. “Or is it when you don’t need to use a fake ID to buy beer anymore?”

As if on cue, Emmeline leaned down to grab a can of beer from the bucket of ice and threw it to him. He caught it without batting an eyelash.

“Good ones, but not what I meant. Like, what made you realize deep down, what changed inside of you?" Peter argued, rolling his eyes under his mask.

“Oh, you mean the newfound crippling anxiety regarding anything that is farther into the future than next week? Yeah, I have that now, fun times!”

“That's funny. You're funny,” Peter said, playing with his beer but not drinking it. He never drank the beers she offered, he suspected she was trying to force him to take his mask off, using politeness as an excuse.

“What about you?”

“For me it was...” He pursed her lips as if thinking really hard about it. “...back pain. Back pain and insomnia. One often deriving from the other.”

She threw her head back and laughed more frankly this time, filling Peter with an odd sense of accomplishment for making her laugh.

Peter had been here dozens of times and now he had to pretend really hard to never have been. Granted, he had never stepped in, but Emmeline’s large balcony offered a pretty great view on the inside what with the large window panels she had instead of walls. It wasn’t the safest kind of housing, he had to say. What was it with rich people and windows? They were obsessed with lighting. Then again, he would wager Emmeline did not pick this apartment for herself. He had known her for months now and he found she had rather modest tastes and never judged something by the price tag, so to speak.

With the notable exception of the leash she bought him the day they really met. He googled it and, boy, it was expensive. But another thing he had noticed was that nothing was too good for her dog – or his, actually. Tessa had gained a doting aunt of sorts the day Emmeline decided to become his friend.

It was the first time he came in through the front door though, it had to count for something. He wasn’t Spider-Man escorting a girl who had been assaulted – or Spider-Man being an over-zealous superhero who kept checking in on her even though he knew she was safe and sound. He was Peter Parker, and Emmeline Gerard had invited him to her penthouse so they could work together.

She closed the front door and they took off their shoes and coats. Tessa zoomed in and began to walk around, getting familiar with the place.

“It’s the first time you invite me here, and we’ve known each other for months,” he pointed out, good heartedly. It was a teasing comment, nothing else, and he was taken aback by her serious answer.

“This place hasn’t seen many visitors since I moved in five years ago.”

Not at all what had had expected to hear. On the contrary, he imagined having such a gigantic place to yourself would prompt anyone to try and fill it with people, with life. It must be quite lonely to be on your own in there.

“I’ve just never been comfortable with having people over.”

Emmeline shrugged, biting the inside of her cheek. She tried to play it off as a casual remark, but Peter was having none of it and decided to push her a little for answers, to see if she would shut him off or not. He was hoping they were past that and she trusted him a little now, especially after they heart to heart moment where they talked about their parents. It had been a one-time thing, but he sensed she was more relaxed around him from then on.

“Why not?” Peter made a 360-degree spin, taking in it all in. That was something he had never thought he would see. Being inside a penthouse wasn’t really new to him since he met Tony in high school, but being in Emmeline’s place was exhilarating.

“It always feels like they are invading my space, always… snooping.”

Yeah, Peter got that. Especially since he had so many secrets to hide from so many people.

“Your place is fancier than any place I’ve ever been to.”

“Now that’s not true, you’re working with Tony Stark,” she countered, leaning against the back of her couch and crossing her arms over her chest.

He couldn’t believe the Stark internship excuse was still a thing. It had been seven years since it started, and no one seemed to find it strange.

“Alright, you got me there.” Peter couldn’t deny the truth after all. “I still think your place looks nicer.” His shoulders rose so high his neck disappeared. “It’s cozier. And I work in the lab most of the time when I go to Stark Tower, not in his last floor billionaire penthouse.” Also known as the Avengers compound, that he wasn’t supposed to know about.

“Right, right.” She waved off his comment and looked away. “I still try to keep the visitors to a minimum. It’s just awkward. Like what you’re doing right now!”

“What?” Peter frowned, a sliver of a smile on his lips. “What am I doing?”

He wasn’t doing anything out of the ordinary as far as he was concerned. He was just standing in front of her, hands in his pockets, looking around a bit – he tried to spot little details that would tell him a bit more about her. Emmeline was such a private person.

“You’re standing there, looking at everything around you like you’re in a museum, probably wondering how much some of it costs, and you don’t even know if you’re allowed to touch anything, hence the hands in the pockets,” she listed everything he did wrong unbeknownst to him.

Peter immediately took his hands out of his pockets and grabbed a little glass sphere that sat on a wooden base to prevent it from rolling away. He twirled it around in his hand, playing with it and glancing at her with a smug little smirk.

“What’s that little thingy?”

“That’s an original 1920s crystal art piece by French glassmaker Lalique, it’s worth 700,000 dollars,” she recited as though she had been an auctioneer in her past life, watching Peter nearly drop the little glass ball out of sheer shock, only shortly catching the priceless art object before it shattered on her floor, then replaced the thing on its stand with shaking hands.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, blushing like crazy.

Emmeline laughed and walked past him, sliding a hand on his upper arm to gesture him to follow her.

“I’m just kidding Peter, it’s just blown glass,” she giggled, looking at his decomposed face.

“Not funny!”

“But it proves my point.”

“Which is that your place is too fancy for your working class friends?” Peter asked, just to annoy her after the joke she just made at his expense. It was only fair.

Emmeline stopped at the kitchen island, placing her hands flat against the marble.

“No, I don’t like having people come here because it makes the gap between us bigger than it needs to be; they judge me based on all of this.” She gestured around them.

“May I advise you to not flail your 1920s French glasswork at them, then?” Peter suggested humorously.

She didn’t laugh.

“It’s a goddamn snow globe Peter, I wasn’t serious.”

“Got it.” Peter swallowed with some difficulty. Clearly, he had tackled a sensitive topic, he couldn’t back down now though, and apparently joking wasn’t the right approach.

“When people see this place, they have one of two reactions: there are those who start thinking that we live in different worlds and stop inviting me to stuff because it’s not fancy enough for me to hang out in their two hundred square feet flat and eat Domino’s Pizza. And then, there are those who think they can take advantage of me.”

“Who would do that?”

“A shockingly high number of people, Peter. People are disgusting,” she deadpanned. “Everyone in this city knows I come from money, but it’s not until they see how I live that they take the full measure of what it means. Making friends isn’t the easiest thing in the world.”

That was when Tessa decided to butt in and strut over to Emmeline, sitting right by her feet and looking up with big, sparkly eyes, as if knowing that she was the one to go to is she wanted something.

“You have Bella at least,” Peter said, thinking of her own dog.

He had never formally met Bella; only Spider-Man had. She was at the vet for a few days because she had stepped on some glass shards and had needed stitches. Maybe that was the reason why he was even allowed here. After all, Bella was trained to not let strangers near Em, and as far as she was concerned, that’s what he was to her protective dog. Bella’s absence was also why he agreed to come. He was dying to see her apartment, but he also didn’t want to give his identity away.

He wanted to echo her little explanation with his own experience and found he could not. He didn’t come from money, his father wasn’t someone important like hers, but he did have his own issues with making close friends, for different reasons than her. And he felt like a fraud suddenly, sitting here in her kitchen, in her home that she opened for him even though she despises bringing people here, forcing her to talk about things that stung, and yet not reciprocating.

“Yes, what would I do without her?”

A large, goofy smile replaced the stern expression on her face when she bent over to pet her.

“Are you hungry, Tessa? I know it’s dinner time. C’mon, I’ll fill Bella’s bowl for you.”

He didn’t add anything and just sat on the bar stool by the kitchen island while Emmeline went to get Tessa’s food and filled her bowls water, and a mix of dry dog food and meat leftovers from the fridge.

“Follow me,” she told him this time instead of touching his arm.

A flash of electricity coursed through Peter when she had placed her hand on his bicep just a few minutes ago, and he wouldn’t have minded if Emmeline had dragged him all the way to where she wanted to go by the arm this time around.

Actually, he just really would have liked to hold her hand.

�� She stopped outside a closed door and took a deep breath, then turned around to meet his questioning eyes.

“Just so you know, I wasn’t talking about you.”

“Huh?”

“I know you’re not like those people who just want to be friends with me for my family’s money and influence,” she explained. “At least, I hope so.” Her eyes shifted when she said the last part.

“Hey, hey,” Peter whispered, taking the step separating them to place his hands on her shoulders and make her look up. “Em, you could be living in a cardboard box and be a nobody’s daughter and you’d still be the most amazing person I’ve ever met.”

That was it: the lamest, most ridiculous thing that ever crossed his lips in front of this girl – and God knows he already blurted out some dumb shit in his times of awkwardness.

She smiled softly, her eyes darting down a little while she placed a hand on Peter’s elbow to make him let go of her. It made her feel warm – whether it was his words or his touch, she couldn’t tell. But she didn’t let herself ponder the thought too long.

“Thank you for saying that. It means a lot.” And it took her a lot of effort not to start crying like a little girl, but she had pretty good control over her emotions. Living in the public eye tended to do that to someone. “You win.”

Peter’s eyebrows rose and he gave her a confused look, planting his hands on his hips and watching her step back, one hand already reaching out for the door handle.

“I win? I win what?”

Emmeline was pleased to hear the utter confusion in his voice and not an ounce of greediness.

“The right of entry.”

When she opened the door, Peter wasn’t surprised to see it was her room, but he was surprised by the room itself. It was nothing like the rest of the apartment that resembled a design magazine front cover and was so white and pristine it blinded him a little.

This bedroom was warm.

He wolf-whistled.

“Now, that’s more like it,” he said with a laugh, letting his fingers play with a leaf from a ceiling plant.

“More like what?” Emmeline walked over to her bed and hastily draped the duvet over it, smoothing it out. Someone didn’t make her bed this morning, Peter thought, amused by her need to make things look perfect, even though there was no need at all.

“You, obviously.”

It was still far fancier than anything he owned, but it was toned down. It was presented in a normal, a-twenty-something-lives-here kind of way, and not like a professional interior designer did it all. There was no ikea furniture in his room, but it had this homey feel that he thought this building lacked the first time he followed her here.

“I can’t tell if it’s a good thing, but I’m going with a ‘thank you’,” Emmeline laughed. “Don’t take this in a weird way, but you’re the first person I show my room.”

“Not even-“ Peter stopped before saying something out of line, but Emmeline just stared blankly at him, one very unimpressed eyebrow raised at him.

“C’mon,” she said. “Say it.”

“It’s none of my business,” Peter argued to get himself out of this situation. She was obviously holding back a smile, and he couldn’t help but think she was enjoying watching him fumble a little too much.

“You were going to ask anyway, and you obviously want to know,” she replied, sitting down in her desk chair, legs crossed.

If she pushed on her leg and rolled the chair a bit backwards to get in the shaded corner of the room, the resemblance with that scene in The Godfather would be uncanny.

Peter braced himself, seeing no way out of this that didn’t involve backflipping out of her window to escape.

“Not even… your boyfriends?” he eventually asked, feeling supremely embarrassed that he would even be concerned to hear the answer and blushing like nobody’s business.

“No,” she simply answered. “I use the guest bedroom when I have a boy over. This is my room, it’s private.”

“Then why-“

She sent him a sharp look and Peter swallowed down his question, mimicking to zip his mouth shut.

“Go get your laptop,” she told him, the slightest of smiles adorning her face, matching the mischievous glimmer in her dark eyes. “You wanted to partner up for this tutorial, so let’s get to work.”

He should feel lucky being here at all and stop questioning why.

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prxttypxrker · 5 years

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[secrets: part seven]

[part] one two three four five six

[tags] @falling-stars-never-cry @sarai-ibn-la-ahad @hphmincorrectquotes

You had family over.. you had family over? The only person you ever mentioned was your older sister, whom you lived with, and the late parents you lost at a young age. There were family friends and your sister's boyfriend, sure, but never any other actual blood relatives. The text you sent sat uneasy with him. While he was happy you weren't ignoring him for as long as he expected, the confusion of who you could've meant was tenfold. Does he ask you at school tomorrow? Or does he just bypass his curiosity and let it slide?

Peter flipped over on his bed, staring at the phone sitting between the pages of his chemistry textbook. He'd been debating calling or not—considering you did say you had family over and couldn't meet with him. However.. maybe you could do a phone call? Or a text. Texting sounded better. You wouldn't be able to hear his very unnecessary desperation to figure you out just for tonight.

He threw his head down and groaned into his pillow. If he didn't have a crush on you he wouldn't have been as persistent. And it was overwhelming. He didn't recall any moments he felt like this when he liked Liz last year; not even when he found out her dad was Vulture and had to fight him. That was crazy, but it didn't meld his mind as much as this did. He didn't even think he could like someone this much after that whole experience. “Hey.” He turned his head enough to see his Aunt May leaning against the doorway. “Are you going to call her?”

He sat up immediately, turning his screen off and shutting the book he was reading just to help you on the project. “What? Call who? I don't know who you're talking about.”

She stared at her nephew for what felt like eternity before giving him a small smile and shaking her head. “I won't ask what it's about, but if it has to do with a certain superhero swinging around the neighborhood—well—I’m sure she'll understand once you have a real talk with her. I know she wouldn't want to jeopardize your friendship either.”

He didn't say anything—he couldn't, really. There were moments he forgot his aunt discovered that he was Spider-Man, so whenever she discreetly brought up the other side of his double life he was taken aback. Although this time, he was more than glad she had a sixth sense about what went on in his life. He cleared his throat and nodded his head slowly. “Yeah.. yeah, I'll make sure I talk to her. Thanks, Aunt May.” She gave him another smile and turned to head back into the kitchen. He immediately opened up the book and turned his phone back on.

While he was trying to decide whether calling was a good idea, you were sitting at a dinner table with your sister Katrina, her boyfriend, and pretty much the only person your parents were extremely close with. Everyone was engaged in lively conversation while you could barely get a word in. It all made sense, but for some reason you still couldn't wrap your head around the fact that your crush was also the one who prevented what would have been a tragic event in your life. A part of you preferred he was just making new friends that would replace you guys in the future. At least then you could cope and talk it out without having second thoughts. This was a whole other situation. Peter was an actual hero, not the regular, run-of-the-mill kid who takes city crimes into his own hands. He was skilled and friendly and as selfless as anyone with powers could be. Not to mention he worked with Iron Man; you remembered seeing that ship 'incident’ on the news the year before. As well as photos and videos people would post online of the two of them taking on bigger jobs together. It was amazing and impressive, but something still bothered you.

“Y/N.” You looked up from the phone sitting next to your plate, sending it to its black screen before acknowledging your sister. “What’s up?”

“Nothing. Just some stuff about homework.” It didn't seem like she believed it, but she only shrugged and continued on with the conversation with her boyfriend. They didn't give it a second thought, but the other guest clearly did. You watched him glance between yourself and the device, raising his eyebrows. Was the conflict really that obvious? Could he see that you were struggling with a friendship? Or were your mixed feelings with the current situation making their way into your eyes? “Um,” you cleared your throat and stood from your seat, “I'm gonna go work on that project Miss Simms gave me.”

After saying an early goodnight to the other three in the room, you made your way down the hall toward your bedroom. You closed the door and breathed out a large sigh, throwing yourself on the bed. You laid on your back so you could see the ceiling; see the space where you had half of the pictures of you, your friends and family stuck with tape and staring straight at you. It felt weird to have photos up at first, but over time you would look at them each time you just needed someone and they couldn't physically be there. Mostly during your moments of sulking or frustration, in which you hated bringing down the moods of others so you would look at the smiling faces above you to keep you sane. You hoped they would still help with something as big as this.

You sighed and rolled over onto your stomach, deciding that if you weren't going to talk to him yet, you might as well actually work on that project. While you started doing the worksheets there was a light knock from the other side of the door. “Come in.”

“Hey, misfit.”

At the sound of the all too familiar voice you put everything in your hands down and sat up, giving the man your full attention. “You haven't called me that for a while.”

“Now that's because you haven't caused any trouble in a while.” You rolled your eyes, smiling up at him as he gave you one in return. “So what's up? Why have you been ignoring me?”

“I haven't.”

“You're a terrible liar... definitely got that trait from your dad.”

You frowned and he gestured toward the open spot on your bed, waiting for you to nod so he could sit down. There was a silence that hung in the air as the two of you sat there, both looking around different pieces of your room. It was a silence you always hated when it was between you and him. You much preferred the weird, fatherly or innovative talks that would happen whenever you'd see him. After your dad passed away with your mom, he was the only one that was able to tell when something was bothering you or if you were lying about anything. So after another minute or so of quiet, you spoke up. “Why didn't you tell me?”

He sighed, letting the question sink in on both ends. He then adjusted his position so he could look at you properly. “It wasn't my place to tell you that. It’s his responsibility to decide when to say who he was to any of you. I've just been there as the... moral support, you could say.”

You snorted, “Snarky Tony Stark as moral support? That I would like to see.”

The billionaire raised an eyebrow and grinned at you, seeing that his said snarkiness had been rubbing off on you more and more. His gaze found its way to the object with the screen displaying your contact list. There were times he forgot how much you grew since that tragic day, but seeing the extent of what you'd been going through the past few months helped him see that you had more than just normal, teenage issues. You had a knowing crush on a boy who went around saving pedestrians and putting his own life at risk once in a while. All while having a father figure who had an arc reactor in his chest, flew around in an iron, red and gold suit saving New York from aliens with other heroes, was part of Earth's best defenders, and had a mind so big only those truly intelligent could fully understand him. “Talk to the kid. He goes through a lot. He could use someone like you on his side.”

Without waiting for a response he pulled himself up from the sitting position and made for the doorway. You bit your lip when he took a step out. You didn't want the chance to say it slip by, so just as he was halfway down the small hallway, you let out a small shout. “Thank you, Uncle Tony!”

With his rare modesty in check after your miniscule burst, you went back to the materials laid across the mattress. Your eyes combed over everything, stopping at the name that both frustrated you and sent waves of butterflies in your belly every time you heard it.

Neither of you were aware the other knew about having a crush on one another; these types of instances almost never happened, especially during high school. It was a decision of part temporary confidence, part consideration, and part nobody wanting to lose a friendship out of this. You were both unsure for different reasons, but at the end of the night feelings were only an excuse. In your beds, you each took a deep breath and pressed the name on your phones.

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trash-fangirls · 5 years

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I Can Be Your Spider-Man

Pairing: Peter Parker/MJ

Summary: “Well, it really saved the team. You really were my Iron-Man,” MJ said jokingly. Peter smirked and stopped walking, turning towards her.

“You know, I can’t really be your Iron-Man, but I can be your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.”

Word Count: 1,569

Authors: Blue and Gold

Beta: @jazensnothuman456

Warnings: Language, name-calling

A/N: This is our first fanfic! Like, reblog and comment to let us know how we did! We’re also very proud of the word count.

Another year, another tournament. Only this time, Peter was actually competing. After the stunt he pulled last year at Nationals, MJ had, quite sternly, told him that he would compete in Regionals or he wouldn’t go to D.C. ever again. And how could Peter say no to her? Especially when she gave him that look and threatened to sketch his distress. Even if the drawings were amazing. So, here he sat, at Regionals, in the finals, with Manhattan Center for Science and Mathematics sitting opposite his team.

Everything had been going amazing, even with Flash filling in for Sebastian, who was sick. The tension in the air was rising. Manhattan was only down by one question. If they didn’t get the next question right, there would be no way for them to get to D.C. again this year. The moderator looked at both teams and started reading off the final question.

“What is the Engine Displacement Formula, used to find the displacement of hydraulic fluid in engines?”

Peter had never slammed his hand so hard, “4bore2distancenumber of cylinders.”

After a mildly concerned look at the noise, the judges announced, “And with that final question, it is my greatest pleasure to claim Midtown High of Science and Technology the winners of the 2018 Academic Decathlon Regionals!”

All Peter could focus on was MJ’s exasperated eye roll as Flash leaped on to the stage to claim their trophy.

They crowded on stage with Flash and put on their best smiles, all knowing these pictures would be on every Facebook, Instagram, and Snapchat stories by tonight. Peter met MJ’s eyes on the other side of the group. Her smile blinded him more than the flashing cameras.

After pictures, Mr. Harrison herded the team to the bus, congratulating them on the way while praying that he didn’t “lose another one” on this trip. The thought was troubling.

Once on the bus, MJ stood up to make an announcement, “Since we will be going to Nationals, we will be practicing five days this week for two hours. I’m not going to be captain of the team that loses Nationals.”

Peter couldn’t help but agree with the comment.

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Flash was hosting the celebratory party at his parent’s mansion. A fact that, if left out, got you instantly uninvited, even though his parents didn’t know they had won.

“Yo, Penis! Are you coming to the party tonight? You shouldn’t really be invited, like, come on, we all know I’m the real reason we’re going to D.C. this year.”

Ned grabbed Peter by the shoulder, steering him away, “Come on Peter, we all know you’re the real reason we won.” That line was directed at Flash. “And if he’s getting on your nerves we can always skip and go to my house and hang out. My mom just bought me a giant Lego™ BB-8; we can build it together if you want.”

“Oh, I don’t know Ned,” mumbled Peter, “I mean, I’m sure MJ really wants us there, right? We’re like, the only people on the team she tolerates, you know?”

“Well, yeah, duh. I mean you’re like her favorite person, man.”

“What! No, Ned, how would you even draw that conclusion? When I say tolerate, I mean tolerate. I was just thinking the party would be more bearable if she tolerated some of the people there.”

“Sure, Peter. I’m sure that’s why you want to go. I’m sure it as nothing to do with your huge crush on her.”

“What! Ned, come on, I don’t like MJ like that; and even if I did she would never like me back. I mean, we were just talking about how she tolerates us! She can’t like me if she only tolerates me!”

“Peter, dude, it’s obvious you like her. Just admit it.”

“Okay, okay. I guess I do kind of, maybe, have, like, a little crush on MJ. So, can we please stop talking about it? I’ve gotta go, Ned, I’m really gonna need May’s help finding an outfit to wear tonight.”

To say the least, May was very excited when Peter explained the situation, which led him to where he was now: in Flash’s parent’s mansion, dressed to the nines in a button-up shirt and khakis, Ned gone, and MJ nowhere to be seen.

He’d been wondering for a while, trying to find either of his friends. Apparently luck wasn’t on his side today because instead of hearing the voice of his friends, he heard Flash.

“Yo! Penis! Wanna do a little dance? Or maybe you can invite your good ol’ pal Spider-Man? Or better yet, why don’t you invite Tony Stark? Huh, Penis? Listen to me when I’m talking to you.”

Peter turned and addressed Flash, “Listen Flash, Spider-Man might be my friend but that doesn’t mean I can call on him anytime I want, and I definitely can’t call on Tony Stark. I intern for him, but I’m not, like, his best friend or anything. I don’t even have his number.”

“Just shut up, Penis. We all know you’re lying. And I think you’re forgetting something. Spider-Man knows me, I mean, he borrowed my car last year, remember?”

“Yes Flash, we all remember how Spider-Man borrowed and wrecked your car.” Peter turned and left before Flash could retaliate.

He found Ned in the dining room, red fedora perched happily on his head as he attempted to mingle. Peter rushed to Ned and jerked the hat off immediately.

“Come on, Ned,” Peter hissed, “I thought we agreed, no hats this time!”

Ned shrugged, “It felt right.”

“It is not right Ned. I couldn’t find you, I don’t think MJ is even here and I’m five minutes into the party and Flash is already harassing me. We should’ve just stayed home like you suggested.”

“What? No, man, come on Peter! Look, I think I saw MJ in the living room. She had her sketch pad with her. She’s probably drawing people in distress, or like, drunk or something. Go talk to her, and while you’re doing that, I’m gonna mingle. In the fedora.”

Throwing an exasperated look at Ned, Peter headed to the living room in search of MJ. Just as Ned said, she was in the living room, sketch pad in hand, with an intense look on her face.

Just as he was steps away, Flash moved into his line of sight. “Hey Penis Parker! You coming to D.C. this year? We don’t need you man, everyone here knows that I could single-handedly win nationals. Am I right guys?”

No one said anything, except for MJ, in true MJ form, appeared out of nowhere to answer Flash’s question.

“Flash you didn’t even answer your question right today. I mean, come on, everyone knows that the ion formula for Carbonate is NO2 - , not SO3 2-, that’s Nitrate. If anyone here could ‘single-handedly win nationals,’ it would be Peter.”

With Flash effectively shut down, she turned to Peter, “Come on Peter, let’s ditch this lame-ass party,” and turned and stormed out.

Peter threw one look at Ned and raced after her calling out, “MJ it’s pouring rain out there!”

He grabbed Flash’s umbrella on the way out.

“Hey Peter,” she said as Peter ran down the street behind her to catch up. The rain poured steadily above them, the slightly acidic smell alerting Peter’s heightened senses. He brushed them off easily. It activates all the time for little to no reason.

MJ attempted to lace her hand with Peter’s. Peter jokingly jerked back for a moment. “Hey watch it, I hurt that today to win, remember?” he smirked. MJ shook her head and grabbed his hand, swinging their arms back and forth in time with their steps.

“Hey MJ,” he said, holding the umbrella steady with his free hand. He ran his thumb over hers, trying to make this moment last forever. Her eyes shimmered with light from nearby streetlamps, making them seem even more impossibly beautiful than they were before.

“You really saved us back there, huh?” MJ said, walking closer to Peter then before. Peter shrugged, blushing.

“Yeah, I mean, I guess so… It was nothing really, just some simple hydraulics formulas and stuff,” Peter mumbled.

“Well, it really saved the team. You really were my Iron-Man,” MJ said jokingly. Peter smirked and stopped walking, turning towards her.

“You know, I can’t really be your Iron-Man, but I can be your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man,” Peter said.

As soon as the words left his mouth, Peter blanched. How could he say something like that? MJ doesn’t know yet. She can’t know, she only really tolerates him. There’s no way of knowing what she might do with the newfound information. Peter’s thoughts were quickly interrupted by a kiss planted softly on his lips.

His entire world exploded in that moment. His panicked thoughts vanished from his mind. The umbrella dropped to the street below them as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. Suddenly, nothing mattered. Not that MJ knew, not that there was some stupid party raging on just half a block away, the only thing that really mattered was her. MJ pulled away and set her forehead against Peters. Her eyes looked even better up close.

She smirked and put her hands around his neck.

“Hey, you know Spider-Man’s always been my favorite right?”

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eddycurrents · 5 years

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For the week of 10 June 2019

Quick Bits:

Age of Conan: Bêlit #4 sets up a rivalry with a high priest from Stygia in this penultimate issue. Tini Howard, Kate Niemczyk, Scott Hanna, Jason Keith, and Travis Lanham guide us through more of Bêlit’s family history and hints of madness.

| Published by Marvel

Age of X-Man: Marvelous X-Men #5 is the first of these minis to reach their end, but it’s far from a conclusion. While the team and Psylocke find out the nature of reality as everything starts unravelling, much still remains hanging, and the conclusion is set for Age of X-Man: Omega. Great art from Marco Failla and Matt Milla.

| Published by Marvel

Amber Blake #4 concludes what has been an entertaining thriller from Jade Lagardère, Butch Guice, Mike Perkins, Dan Brown, and Robbie Robbins. Some nice twists and surprises as this story ends.

| Published by IDW

Archie #705 is part one of “Archie & Sabrina”. I quite like the change to the trade dress to reflect that, giving the appearance of a limited series for the arc, while maintaining the ongoing numbering. Nice Spencer, Sandy Jarrell, Matt Herms, and Jack Morelli do a great job moving through Cheryl’s “Bachelor” plans to hints of things to come, along with impending conflict between Betty and Veronica.

| Published by Archie Comics

Batman & The Outsiders #2 spotlights the battle between Ishmael and the team as he goes for Sofia. Great art from Dexter Soy and Veronica Gandini. The little bits of occult belief and practice Bryan Hill gives to Ishmael are interesting.

| Published by DC Comics

Bronze Age Boogie #3 is another fun issue, pitting Li against Lynda for the Martians’ amusement. The pieces are all coming together nicely. Also, the “Major Ursa” back-up is just about the best thing ever.

| Published by Ahoy

By Night #12 is a bit of a weird one for the conclusion to this series, focusing almost solely on our side of the rift and what happens down the line for everyone. Still, this has been an entertaining series from John Allison, Christine Larsen, Sarah Stern, and Jim Campbell.

| Published by Boom Entertainment / BOOM! Box

Calamity Kate #4 brings this series from Magdalene Visaggio, Corin Howell, Valentina Pinto, and Zakk Saam to a close. It’s still a bit of a head-scratcher, wondering how much is real and how much is a manifestation of Kate’s issues with her break-up, but it’s entertaining.

| Published by Dark Horse

Detective Comics #1005 concludes the Arkham Knight’s “Medieval” arc from Peter J. Tomasi, Brad Walker, Andrew Hennessy, Nathan Fairbairn, and Rob Leigh. It’s really weird seeing Anton Arcane as anyone’s lackey, but that aside this is still a decent conclusion. The art from Walker, Hennessy, and Fairbairn is incredible.

| Published by DC Comics

The Empty Man #8 is the end of the series. For now at least. It’s a satisfying conclusion for this horror story from Cullen Bunn, Jesús Hervás, Niko Guardia, and Ed Dukeshire, even as it leaves hooks for the possibility of more. Very interesting bits of body horror and ideas about infection.

| Published by BOOM! Studios

The Flash #72 continues “Year One” from Joshua Williamson, Howard Porter, Hi-Fi, and Steve Wands. Once again, the artwork from Porter and Hi-Fi is phenomenal. The layouts, the action, the sheer visual storytelling is incredible.

| Published by DC Comics

Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man #7 is the first part of “Feast or Famine” from Tom Taylor, Ken Lashley, Nolan Woodard, and Travis Lanham. It’s May’s grand reopening of the FEAST shelter and it appears as though people are angry that it’s happening.

| Published by Marvel

Gogor #2 is possibly even better than the first issue, giving more focus to the tale even as Ken Garing does more world-building. This is a very interesting fantasy story, with fascinating characters and regions, and beautiful artwork.

| Published by Image

Hawkman #13 gives us a single-issue story from Robert Venditti, Will Conrad, Jeremiah Skipper, and Richard Starkings & Comicraft on the endless cycle of war. It’s a good bit of decompression following “Cataclysm” and Bryan Hitch’s run, using Carter’s endless resurrection to show the toll of battle on one planet.

| Published by DC Comics

Immortal Hulk #19 is another incredible issue in this amazing run, with Al Ewing, Joe Bennett, Ruy José, Belardino Brabo, Paul Mounts, Rachelle Rosenberg, and Cory Petit delivering hard on the new Abomination and Harpy. The body horror aspect of this story is ratcheted up even higher.

| Published by Marvel

Infinite Dark #7 looks like it’s building for a catastrophe for the end of this arc at a magnitude even greater than losing the outer ring in the first arc, as the remaining portion of the station gets plunged into the dark here. The level of tension that Ryan Cady, Andrea Mutti, K. Michael Russell, and Troy Peteri are creating here is about to explode.

| Published by Image / Top Cow

Joe Golem: Occult Detective - Conjurors #2 sees Joe brought back to life by Simon Church, against the objections of Simon’s ghost friends, and sets up the road to what looks like might be a new status quo, bringing forth an old direction. Great art from Peter Bergting and Michelle Madsen. I really quite like the murky appearance of the underwater scenes.

| Published by Dark Horse

Justice League Odyssey #10 gets a new logo while the team continues their search for relics for Darkseid. Also, more intrigue as they still don’t exactly know whether they can trust one another. Dan Abnett, Daniel Sampere, Juan Albarran, FCO Plascencia, and AndWorld Design are telling an interesting story here.

| Published by DC Comics

The Life & Death of Toyo Harada #4 enacts Angela’s plan on the rest of the team with explosive results. It’s interesting to see everything burnt to ash along the way. The flashbacks into Harada’s life this issue are illustrated by Diego Yapur and they’re worth it on their own, but you also get the present day material beautifully rendered by CAFU.

| Published by Valiant

Outer Darkness #7 begins the second arc from John Layman, Afu Chan, and Pat Brosseau. We get a little bit of Rigg’s past, more of the crew’s aggressive behaviour towards one another, and a rescue mission as an 18th century mansion tries to swallow another ship. This is the good, weird stuff.

| Published by Image / Skybound

The Punisher #12 begins Frank’s trek back to New York in the first part of “War on the Streets” from Matthew Rosenberg, Szymon Kudranski, Antonio Fabela, and Cory Petit. Great art from Kudranski and Fabela as Frank fights off a squad of Hydra goons on a remote island.

| Published by Marvel

The Ride: Burning Desire #1 returns for The Ride’s 15th anniversary, with a lead story from Doug Wagner, Daniel Hillyard, Laura Martin, and Ed Dukeshire, and a back-up illustrated by Adam Hughes. Nice set-up picking up on where Vega is now fifteen years later. And more depraved cops.

| Published by Image

Silver Surfer: Black #1 is another leg in Donny Cates’ redefinition of the Marvel Cosmic, joined here by Tradd Moore, Dave Stewart, and Clayton Cowles. This reminds me a bit of the George Perez/Tom Grindberg run from ages ago, with some incredible artwork from Moore and Stewart.

| Published by Marvel

Sonata #1 is a fairly imaginative sci-fi/fantasy debut from David Hine, Brian Haberlin, Geirrod van Dyke, and Francis Takenaga. It introduces us to to races of colonizers in the Ran and the Tayans, bringing conflict with them as they try to carve out new lives on Perdita. Beautiful artwork from Haberlin and van Dyke.

| Published by Image / Shadowline

Star Wars: Vader - Dark Visions #5 closes out this series of takes on different perspectives on Darth Vader with a barkeep suffering hallucinations as he tries to flee from Vader’s wrath, from Dennis Hallum, Geraldo Borges, Marcio Menyz, and Joe Caramagna.

| Published by Marvel

Supergirl #31 is pretty much concurrent with Superman #12, though you should probably read Superman first if you’re reading both of them. There’s no need to read both, though, as it stands well enough on its own. This one presents the reunion of the House of El from Kara’s perspective and then continues on the battle against Gandelo.

| Published by DC Comics

Superman #12 reunites the entire House of El amidst the battle with Rogol Zaar and the fleets trying to kill Jor-El. There’s foreshadowing of more “everything you know is wrong!” about Krypton’s destruction and Superman’s origin, which may or may not rub you the wrong way, but I find it entertaining. Especially with the beautiful artwork from Ivan Reis, Joe Prado, Oclair Albert, and Alex Sinclair.

| Published by DC Comics

Transformers #7 is part one of “The Cracks Beneath Your Feet”, with Brian Ruckley, Angel Hernandez, Andrew Griffith, Anna Malkova, Joana Lafuente, Josh Burcham, and Tom B. Long picking up again in the present, following up on the second recent murder on Cybertron. It’s fairly morose, as you’d expect, as Bumblebee laments the loss of the new spark, Rubble.

| Published by IDW

Trust Fall #1 is a great debut from the Dead Letters team of Christopher Sebela and Chris Visions, with Hassan Otsmane-Elhaou providing his usual outstanding lettering to round out the team. It’s another crime drama, with the interesting twist of a family member with teleportation powers. Visions’ art is amazing and the hook of the family being set-up to fall right as they’re ready to move on to bigger and better waters is enticing.

| Published by AfterShock

V-Wars: God of Death feels more like a tease than a discrete story. The good news is that you don’t need to have read any of the previous V-Wars stories, as this fills you in on what you need to know, the bad news is that there’s no indication as to anything else coming next. Still, great art from Alex Milne and Brittany Peer.

| Published by IDW

Other Highlights: Accell #21, Age of X-Man: Apocalypse & The X-Tracts #4, Amazing Spider-Man #23, Asgardians of the Galaxy #10, Catwoman #12, Champions #6, Elvira: Mistress of the Dark #6, Event Leviathan #1, Five Years #2, GI Joe: A Real American Hero #263, GLOW #2, The Grave, Grumble #7, Gunning for Hits #6, House of Whispers #10, Invaders #6, Ironheart #7, James Bond: Origin #10, Jim Henson’s The Storyteller: Sirens #3, Jughead’s Time Police #1, Major X #5, Marvel Action: Spider-Man #5, Morning in America #4, Oblivion Song #16, Orphan Age #3, Penny Nichols, Princeless - Book 8: Princesses #4, Prodigy #6, Red Sonja: Birth of the She-Devil #1, Rick & Morty Presents Mr. Meeseeks #1, She Could Fly: The Lost Pilot #3, Spider-Man: Life Story #4, Star Trek: The Q Conflict #5, Superior Spider-Man #7, Symbiote Spider-Man #3, The Umbrella Academy: Hotel Oblivion #7, The Unbeatable Squirrel Girl #45, Unnatural #10, Venom #15, War of the Realms: Giant-Man #3, Wonder Twins #5, Wonder Woman #72, Xena: Warrior Princess #3, X-Force #9

Recommended Collections: Avengers: No Road Home, Dark Souls: Age of Fire, Hawkman - Volume 1: Awakening, Hulkverines, Ice Cream Man - Volume 3: Hopscotch Melange, Lollipop Kids - Volume 1, Road of the Dead: Highway to Hell, Moonshadow, Star Trek vs. Transformers, Swamp Monsters, United States vs. Murder Inc. - Volume 1

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A Hello From Peter Parker

(A/N: Peter Parker has some words for you. I told him you weren’t feeling at your fighting best, and he has a lot to say. So listen. And if you want to be tagged in these, please let me know!)

“Hey! Y/N! Wait up a sec! Hey! Sorry, ok, wow, you’re kinda fast! Listen, I’m not really good at this stuff, I kinda ramble, so bear with me? Please? I’ve got a lot to say and I don’t wanna be annoying or anything, but you gotta hear it.

I heard from some of the other guys you haven’t been feeling so great lately, and I feel really bad. I mean, you’re amazing, you know that, right? Just… wow! I thought I’d seen everything, working with the Avengers, being an Avenger, but you? Pft, I’d give up that team for a second to be on Team Y/N!

I’m serious! C’mon, hear me out, OK? You always make me smile. Even when I’m feeling like crap, even with Mr. Stark won’t answer his phone, you always know just what to say. You have a gift, this crazy-awesome gift of always knowing how to make someone feel better even if you don’t realize you’re doing it. And I don’t think you always do. I think it’s natural, which is way cooler and way more impressive. You just… you talk to people. It feels comfortable around you, you know?

You get my references, too! And you don’t make fun of me for it. You don’t make fun of me for calling movies old, even though I still think Princess Bride is an old movie. You’re always there for me, and it means a lot. I can’t trust a lot of people in this world, but I trust you. And I know you feel the same, you can’t trust a ton of folks. I wish that weren’t true. You totally deserve to be able to feel safe, and I hope you know that with me, you’re always safe. Heck, you’re one of the first people I told my secret to! I don’t take that lightly.

Don’t even get me started on how smart you are. Ok, fine, I’ll get myself started. You’re so flippin’ smart! Not just like, ‘average’ smart, either. Or even just ‘book’ smart. Banner and Tony have all those PhD’s and stuff, but you get it. You seriously get it. Even if you have to work at it, that’s a pretty powerful brain you’ve got. It’s impressive. I mean, all of you is impressive, like… wow. I mean, ok. Sorry, getting sidetracked.

There’s just so much about you I wish you knew. Like how gorgeous you are. Hah! We’re both blushing at least! But I mean it! You’re stunning. Prettier than anyone else I know. Not because you try at it, but because of who you are. There’s this piece inside you, this glowy piece, not like Mr. Stark’s reactor, but a real glow. And it’s there in all of you. If you don’t mind my saying so, I could look at you for days. Your eyes are perfect, your skin is amazing, and even those things you seem to think are flaws are awesome. I once heard Thor call stretch marks ‘thunderbolts’ and that’s the coolest thing ever. And totally true.

I worry about how I look, too. I think I’m too scrawny, or not as handsome as those other guys, but you always make me think I’m better than any of it. So believe me when I say you’re even more stunning than any of those other folks out there. Heck, I’d take you on a date any day of the week. Get some pizza, laugh together. ‘Cause that’s who you are! You’re good people. You’re a good person and this world doesn’t have as many good people anymore.

I feel like I’m lucky to have you, Y/N. I mean, maybe not have you, but you’re in my life, you know? You bring this goodness that not a lot of people have. You try, and you’ve been through a lot. I may have lost stuff myself, but so have you. And you’re just as strong, if not stronger for it. Going through bad stuff doesn’t make you a bad person; you’ve proven that. You’ve shown me, and everyone, that you can go through feeling terrible and still come out better. Honestly? You’ve given me hope for myself, corny as it sounds.

I like you. A lot. And I want to spend time with you. I’m not just saying that! I really do want to spend time with you. You’re not tolerated or anything like that. Not at all! I look forward to seeing you, your face, holding your hand or hugging you. I feel better with you, you know? Like, way better. Like… in that old movie, Titanic? I’m king of the world! Hah! I got you to laugh! Good. I like when you laugh. It’s contagious. Even your smile. Especially your smile. I could stare at it for hours.

Sorry, sidetracked again. I’m telling you, there’s so much I wish you knew about how just incredible you are. If being strong and badass and amazing and funny and sweet and ALL that was a power? You’d be the strongest Avenger ever. Wouldn’t even need the team. ‘Cause you’re strong, inside and out, and I really hope you see that. Because I do, and because we all do.

Next time you’re feeling down, or that you don’t matter, remember you matter to me. A lot. A TON. And I’d be super upset if anything happened. So I’ll be here if you ever need to talk! Don’t hesitate to call your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, Y/N. I’m here for you. Promise.

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levi-ish · 6 years

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Not Possible [P.P]

Summary: Peter was the one that wouldn’t let it be possible, but faith had other plans for you.

Pairing: Peter Parker X Soulmate!Reader

Genre: Total angst (yeah, I missed that)

Words: 2.1k

A/N: SPOILERS FROM INFINITY WAR AHEAD. Also, I was in a mood to write some angst .

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Peter always wanted to hold your hand without making it an awkward moment. Whenever he would be sitting next to you, he made billions of scenarios in his head of what could possibly go wrong if he grew a pair and actually do it, but then again, you were friends, and that was off limits.

He knew that holding hands would able him to see if you two were soulmates; the stories he heard from his childhood, about how holding hands would make a magic matching heart show somewhere under the knuckles — but believe or not, he never thought too deeply about that when he was around you.

But how could he avoid the temptation while long movies marathons, when you would sit there, giggling at the silliest romantic comedy only you could ever choose and a hand just resting on the cushion right next to his; your pinkies almost brushing as he tried not to seem too weird.

Then, when he was almost giving up on the thought, you reached for the popcorn bowl at the same time and your fingers actually brushed together, making little shivers run the boy’s body and he tried to shift from his earlier position in an attempt of looking totally normal.

However, you guys have been friends for the longest time — since kindergarten when you two debated about hypos being better than lions — and you always knew when he was hiding something; Peter always twitched the corner of his mouth and seemed to change his position, as if he was uncomfortable, and that was one of those moments.

“Spill it” you said, grabbing the remote to pause the movie and turned a bit just to face him properly.

The boy furrowed his brows and let out a breathy but uneasy laugh as his fingers fiddled with the hem of his stained mathlete’s sweater. You run your hand up and down your jeans covered legs while trying to seem confident — even though you were suffering from anxiety of what would be his response.

“W-What?” The boy asked, a silly smile forming on his lips and he licked them right after.

“No” you shook your hand and lifted your hand, signaling for him to stop. “Don’t even try to make the ‘confusion’ face. You know what I meant.”

Peter lowered his head and pulled his legs to cross them right under him, sighing slightly as you kept watching the way his eyes seemed to glow in front of the TV’s lights. He ran a hand through his cocoa locks and unmade his perfect gelled hairstyle that he took a full three minutes time to make every morning — something that you always teased him about.

“I... It’s silly, (Y/N). Really, you don’t wanna know.” The boy decided that if he even tried to lie, you would notice, so there was no use doing anything else.

“Cut the bullshit, Peter” you rolled your eyes and slid your body a bit closer to him, hearing the clear sigh that left his mouth and laughing internally. “You tell me stuff that I don’t even need to know, like that one time about the burnt burritos—”

“Will you ever forget about that story?” He laughed and bit his lower lip, noticing that your gaze persisted on his face, waiting for another question to be answered. “Okay, Iwantedtoholdyourhand.”

“What?!” You furrowed your brows. “Oh god, Peter, just say it!”

“I wanted to hold your hand” he said, almost regretting immediately.

You were took by surprise, but since you knew that actions always spoke louder than words, you slid your hand closer to his, now officially brushing your fingers together and interlacing them, making the boy jump a bit and all the hairs in both bodies stand up the same moment. But after the new waves of the unknown sensation of holding each others hands, you two smiled to each other, now noticing that it hasn’t turned out in the worst case scenario.

“Why didn’t you say it sooner?” You squeezed his fingers slightly, rubbing your thumb on his knuckles and resting your head on the palm of your other hand.

Peter didn’t dare to look too much at you, he couldn’t handle the pressure, and he let another breathy laugh as he fiddled with his belt. “I thought you wouldn’t like it.”

A small black heart started to show slowly between your thumbs and pointers as you two still held each others hands, making everything seem finally fit into place as the memory kept fresh on your memories.

You bit your lower lip, feeling the same comfortable sensation now irradiating through your whole body.

“Not possible.”

Even though you two shared from the good sensation that holding hands brought, you never dared to say it louder, afraid of how that would sound.

Sure, you two would be holding hands whenever you got the chance to. Always hidden, trying not to get suspicions from the others, but it was thrilling to interlace your fingers under the dinner table while May and Ned ate their pasta quietly — as if they wouldn’t notice the shit-eating-grin that you two had plastered on both mouths.

You held his hand when you two walked down the street, reaching for the train; during train rides; under the covers while watching movies; while studying or doing homework; mostly, when you got the chance to, just to stare at the small heart shaped mark sitting there.

It was a nice feeling, to feel safe just by a touch of two warm palms. You loved when Peter would bring your hands to his mouth, placing little kisses on your knuckles, one by one without missing a single spot, and he loved how you would dance while walking down the train stations, turning around and finding his embrace right after a swing of your whole body, laughing your lungs off and making sweet memories from a life you two built together — even though you had no clue about that.

But it pained you both that it was an unspoken thing. You never asked to hold his hand and he never did either, not after the first time, and it made you feel anxious to know what you two were doing, now not feeling too afraid of saying it louder, knowing that it was a bit more real than nothing at all.

Still, you watched Peter leaning back on the column inside the subway station, his beige jacket hanging around his body and covering the faded blue sweater that you loved on him. His hair a bit messy from the subways that rushed by and created a strong breeze that always moved your clothes and hair from their places. You stood in front of him, arms crossed and playing with the boots covered toes on the concrete floor, trying to warm yourself up.

Peter, being the gentlemen he was raised to be, took of his jacket and put it around your shoulders, earning the most beautiful smile he could ever see on your lips — it would be worth it to feel a bit colder, since your smile warmed him up instantly.

“So... What’s on your mind?” He asked, a bit too scared of ruining the things between you two. If it could be called a ‘thing’. Even if you two knew that you were soulmates, the uneasy feeling of not going anywhere made you both feel anxiety hurting your chest.

“I don’t know” you said, looking over your shoulder to see if the subway was already coming. “What are we doing?”

“Waiting for the—”

“Don’t even try to finish the phrase, Parker” you teased and rolled your eyes, fitting your hands inside of his jacket and trying to look at him. “I’m talking about the ‘holding hands’ thing. What’s next? We’ll just stop doing it someday and part ways?”

Peter got a scared look on his face, a bit too surprised with the suddenness of your words. He took a moment to analyze your expression, noticing that your brows were furrowed and your eyes hid under the rebel locks that flew around your face and he smiled to himself, gaining courage to raise his hand and brush his fingertips on top of your soft cheeks, feeling the silky sensation and smelling the scent of your shampoo while getting closer.

“I hope not” he said, getting closer at each second that passed while you two seemed to be frozen in time.

“Then what should we do?” You bit your lower lip, now finding his brown orbs as you looked up, too nervous to even swallow the lump that formed in your throat. “Pretend that nothing is going on?”

The boy got too close now, his lips ghosting over yours as he hesitantly opened them to say: “not possible”.

You took a moment to take deep breaths and try to steady your whole body as you sat on the couch, watching the TV with eyes wide open while the images of your boyfriend made an appearance. Spider-Man and Tony Stark went missing.

You grabbed the cushion next to you and held it close to your chest, trying to suppress all the feelings that were mixing inside your mind, making you feel more panicked than ever as you watched the tapes of Peter in his hero form holding tight to a spaceship, going up to God-knows-where and your frame went numb, too painful to move.

A vibration caught you off guard and you saw that it was coming from your phone. You took it quickly and saw a notification that came from him, opening it as fast as you could, your shaky fingers touching everywhere but the message itself.

It was a voicemail and you put the phone next to your ear, trying to hear whatever it has to say while your chest tightened at the uneasy feeling that flooded inside your veins, mixing with your blood but making it feel colder. You held tight to the sweater that you stole from him and wore almost all the time, sniffing on the scent of lavender, probably from his softener.

“(Y/N)? H-Hi, I know you are going to kill me and in my defense I—oh shit—I had to go because it’s my job, ya’know? Those aliens are trying to destroy the planet and I can’t be the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man if there isn’t a neighborhood. Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m almost falling! Oh, forget it, I’m fine. Well, if the aliens plant eggs on my chest and kill me later, I’ll let them know that you want to be the first one to kill me, so, not possible. Gotta go—I’m almost with no air here—love ya, bye!”

You took a deep breath and a few tears started to form on the corner of your eyes as you tried to control the trembling, touching the play button again, listening to the message a few more times as you cried in silence.

A burning pain was spotted on your hand, making you twist your face while drying the tears that escaped your eyes and made their way to the cushion you still held tight. The message kept repeating as you looked at your hand, watching the heart-shaped mark starting to disappear, turning into a white one that seemed like a scar.

No, no, no, no. Please, no.

“Gotta go—I’m almost with no air here—love ya, bye!” you listened to his recorded voice until your soulmate mark faded completely, making a pain irradiate inside your whole chest, as if you were being stabbed in the heart. A breath was caught on your throat and you were having trouble to breath normally while the pain cries left your mouth and you gripped the cushion with more force than ever, your fingernails breaking through the fabric.

It’s not possible. It’s not possible.

You stared at the TV once more, watching the clips of your boyfriend swinging in the air and holding onto the spaceship as he left the atmosphere and was nowhere to be seen. Your legs felt like jelly and your hands trembled more than ever, the phone falling to the carpeted floor while you let out a painful sob that was being held inside your mouth for a bit.

With a last stare at your hand, you saw the mark completely white and you were scared to even think about it. You couldn’t even think about the words properly, knowing that if you even said that inside your mind, it would make it real, and you didn’t want it to be.

No.

Not possible.

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