#peter parker can't thermoregulate

[yes-i-am-happyaspie]

⬇ What I've Been Reading Recently! [In No Particular Order]⬇

Rivers and Roads (Rivers Till I Reach You) Series by peterparkersbff @pbpsbff

[Series Description and Notes] Zombie Apocalypse, No Powers AU centered on Peter, Tony, and Rhodey (But if we're being honest, it's pretty Peter-centric)

Updates will likely be posted out of order, but will be reordered so they are in preferred reading order. I'd recommend reading in series order.

Peter Benjamin Stark Series by MoonBoo

[Part 1, Stars Align Summary] Pepper is concerned about Stark Industry's image and organizes a tour for a group of orphans. It's during this tour that Tony meets a five-year-old Peter Parker, who is mute due to the trauma of witnessing Ben and May dying in a robbery, and realizes they're soulmates.

Time Brings All Things to Pass by MsWinifredQuale

Tony feels like he's in a good place right now. He's got a great fiancee, a makeshift but settled little family, and he's even in a fairly ok place with the former Rogues.

So naturally the universe decides to throw him some curve balls, when he gets a call one morning from the police claiming they've just picked up Howard and Maria Stark from the side of the road.

And that's not the only time-related event about to unfold.

Tony really hates time travel.

[Also includes de-aged Peter Parker]

Please obey the signs by Bergen

“This young man claims to have been invited by you personally.” Tony has learned to read Happy’s expressions. That one is disapproval, and it’s highly familiar. “Peter is helping me out in the workshop today.” “Why?” “Uh.” Tony has enough presence of mind not to carelessly throw Peter’s alternative identity around. “He won a competition.” Happy’s expression flickers, grows tense. “I did not approve any competition that included a trip to Avengers Tower.” “Okay. Well. If we had theoretically organized a competition, he would definitely have won it.” - Tony’s life lately has been a perfect storm of incompetence. But perhaps he can get some solid spiritual advice from a mischievous teenager with a secret identity he meets by the side of the road one evening, like a lucky little leprechaun. If only Happy would stop being so paranoid about Tony inviting a random kid into Avengers Tower, sheesh.

The Chill Factor by Tashie

5 Times Peter's thermoregulation caused issues +1 Time Others tried to do something about it.

Broken Thoughts (I Remember Everything) by blackwatchandromeda (avenris)

"Peter, who am I?"

He hesitates. "I'm sorry. I... I don't know."

Peter Parker has been missing for thirty-six days. When Tony Stark finally finds him, he's wandering around New York with no memories, unaware of where and who he is. The missing month is a mystery, and nobody knows what happened to him - least of all the kid himself.

Peter, meanwhile, is trying to piece together who he was. What doesn't help is the big secret he's sure Tony is keeping from him, or the way the man is avoiding him.

Nobody notices how the missing month is catching up to them until everything goes wrong.

(Not Infinity War compliant, but takes place after Civil War.)

When spiders tour their houses, chaos ensues by pirateninja9

"I am very pleased to announce that we’ve been invited for an overnight tour at Stark Industries.”

Join Peter and his Academic decathlon team on a chaotic field trip to the Stark Industries. Featuring a bullying teacher and student, a confused tour guide and many Avengers shenanigans. With luck like his, Peter should have known this would be as far from a normal tour as possible.

Mugs Are A Problem (I Do What I Want) by JAWorley

It’s not usually a problem. Tony doesn’t usually have to work so hard to hide it because Pepper, Happy, and Rhodey know. He can be himself around them. Right after the compound had been built, Tony had been worried about moving in with the Avengers full time… worried they’d notice his tics and figure out his secret. Then Germany had happened and the team had split up before they could fully move into the compound. Tony had had two years where he hadn’t needed to worry about it. Now that the Rogues are back and are living in the tower full time, it’s on his mind again and stressing him out. The problem? Coffee mugs. Well… coffee mugs, and other things and the fact that when he’s stressed out, the tics get worse. But mainly coffee mugs. Coffee mugs are the bane of his existence. OR Tony has Tourette Syndrome and he doesn’t want the Avengers (or Peter) to find out about it. The newly returned Avengers think Tony is just being a jerk when he knocks things off of tables and counters, because they think he’s doing it on purpose. Despite the angsty summary, this is all about the team coming back together and Tony learning that the people in his life can’t accept him as he is until given the chance to know him as he is.

#Irondad fic recs #irondad fic rec #marvel #marvel fic rec #peter parker #tony stark #spider-man #iron man #mcu #irondad and spiderson #irondad #marvel fanfiction #happy hogan #james rhodey rhodes #zombie apocolypse au #soulmate au #peter parker can't thermoregulate #tony stark has tourettes #tourettes #field trip trope #time travel #de-aged peter parker #kid peter parker #peter parker is a little shit

[creative-caramel-coffee]

The Spiders Sister - Chapter 1

Summary: Reader gets caught hiding out in the avengers tower. In the end it turns out for the best.

TW: non-sexual nudity, illness, fainting, swearing

Words: 4.1K

A/n: Super long first chapter

маленький паук – Little Spider

It defiantly wasn’t part of your life plan to be living with your bother again in your adulthood.

You had spent an excellent few months on your own having finally moved out of May Parker’s apartment, it had been perfect. Well … as perfect as life could be for a parker.

Then … you guessed it … parker luck struck again. There was a huge fight, one you had been itching to join but your brother, peter parker, had it covered. And since nobody knew that you sometimes wore the spider-man suit when peter wasn’t able to, it would all be over if two Spider-Man’s ended up fighting some of the weird aliens that had invaded New York.

You see, you and your brother had more in common than most siblings did. Peter parker had been bitten by a radioactive spider on a school trip as was known to a few people. But, at the same time, you had been eighteen and chaperoning the field trip.

When peter had snuck off to the side you had gone after him. When he was bitten, so were you.

But for now, you had decided to try and stay away from the superhero lifestyle. But when the itch came, peter lent you his suit so you could scratch it.

You had helped him refine his web-fluid and had your own web shooters as well as one of his old suits just in case. May knew about you and peter after finding out a while ago. However, peter and you had kept everything about your existence from the avengers so you could live a semi-normal life. At least for now.

But the day the avengers were fighting off the aliens, New York had taken some heavy damage. You had been running a small illustration business out of your apartment in queens. Your apartment … which was now levelled in the fight was gone. Along with your business.

Since you had moved out young, May only had one spare bedroom in her apartment which peter was occupying. Leaving the Parker’s with one option.

As peter had a room in the avenger's tower, you could stay there or with aunt may. Peter being Peter didn’t want to ask tony if he could stay in the tower for the unforeseeable future without arousing questions. So, you had been secretly living in the tower for about three days now.

Peter brought you food and had bribed Jarvis to keep your existence a secret. You had his old suit if you wanted to leave the tower, you could swing away instead of walking through the building and getting caught.

It was a pretty solid plan and it had been working pretty well. Until the day you got sick.

Peters' bedroom in the tower was on the floor with the other avengers, meaning you had to be somewhat quiet so Natasha, clint or the others didn’t find you. But it had begun to get colder out, and Peters old suit didn’t have a heater. It had been made before tony had found out spiders, including peter and yourself, can't thermoregulate. And swinging around New York without a heater in the nippy winter air had left you with a pretty nasty cold.

Unlike peter your powers didn’t give you super healing. In fact, your powers differed from peters in more ways than one. For one thing you had small fangs which you could retract, they didn’t do much, but they were cool, and peter was mildly jealous. Another thing was you had taken on aspects of jumping spiders as you could jump higher due to your super strength and some weird spider quality peter lacked.

Like peter the bit had given your excellent eyesight, increased metabolism, a lack of thermoregulation, the weird sticky thing, the spider sense and super strength and the allergy to peppermint. But due to sharing the suit anytime you went out as “Spider-Man” you had to refrain from using your own unique powers, so you didn’t give anything away.

The thermoregulating thing may have finally come back to bite you now that you were in peters old suit. After taking one of his patrols for him so he could finish his assignment and you could get out of his room in the tower, the cold had made you sick. Heres the thing about having a high metabolism when you don’t have an increased healing factor. It went one of two ways. Either you had flash colds which were taken care of quickly and at a much faster rate than the average human, or if it was stronger than your immune system, it was quickly made into a bigger problem than it should have been due to your body processing things faster and speeding up its strength.

Anytime this had happened in the past, due to not being able to go to a regular hospital, you had thanked the gods for May choosing a career in nursing. Though she had been able to treat you superficially with regular medicine and not anything made for super soldiers or spiders as that was a Bruce banner specialty that was unique to the tower's med bay. So, you often just had to ride it out and if things got really bad, peter would try and smuggle you some of his medicine out of the tower for you.

So, this is where you ended up. Curled up in Peters bed in the tower, stifling rough sounding coughs into his pillow and making a mental note to wash his sheets soon. You were doing your best to remain quiet and not alert either of the super spies to your presence or any of the other avengers. You thanked Thor that only you and peter had super hearing which meant you could usually tell if someone was in the halls.

Feeling miserable you buried yourself further into the sheets and shivered, it was so cold but in reality, you probably had a high fever. Your lungs let out a wheezing noise whenever you exhaled, and you were beginning to think maybe your asthma was back. Unlike peter you had not been so lucky as to have had it cured by the bite.

Your asthma puffer was one of the few things that survived your apartment being destroyed. As you laid in bed feeling awful you thought back to that day.

You thanked the gods you had been out at the time. You had gone to a coffee shop downtown with your sketchbook, laptop and usual things you took out, including a range of art supplies and of course your emergency puffer which peter had managed to smuggle out which had doses that worked with your metabolism.

You were broken from your daydreams as another harsh coughing fit wracked your body. From what you could hear nobody was in the halls, but you did your best to keep quiet regardless. The wheezing that trailed after each breath was getting worse and your lungs were feeling tight.

You had been trying to use the puffer sparingly so it didn’t run out because you didn’t know if and or when peter could get you another. But as drawing breath grew harder you made the executive call to use it. You rolled over in the bed and threw an arm down to fish around for your red backpack. Finding it you fiddled with the zip before your fingers wrapped around the cool plastic of the device. Tony being tony had insisted it have a Spiderman case thinking it was peters which ended up being rather ironic as it was fitting for you too.

You tried fruitlessly one last time to draw breath before achieving nothing but a crackling wheeze. Screw it. You uncapped the red lid and held it to your lips, propping yourself up on an elbow in an attempt to sit u straight to take it.

You exhaled and inhaled repeating it once more before drawing in a lungful of the super-medicine. Almost straight away you began to feel better. Your fast metabolism speeding up the medicines process.

Feeling like you could breathe again you replaced the cap and put it on the nightstand before curling up in the sheets again feeling cold still but also slightly damp from the thin layer of sweat that had been forming all morning.

You were dressed in spider-man pjs which had a thin t-shirt and long pants. You had considered getting up to grab one of peters hoodies to get warm or another blanket but the idea of standing up made your head spin.

You nestled back into the sheets and let your eyes fall shut despite it being almost midday. The curtains were drawn and so it didn’t bother you too much. You began to drift off into a semi-peaceful sleep broken by harsh coughing fits which were becoming harder to stifle in your half asleep and fevered state.

Meanwhile the avengers had just finished their morning training session, one which Peter had joined for once. Peter being Peter had barely broken a sweat and as a result had opted to hang out on the communal floor while everyone went o freshen up.

Stark had designed the tower well. With Peter’s bedroom being on the same floor as Natasha’s who was rather protective of her younger spider counterpart as well as Wanda’s, Yelena’s, Kate’s and a few spares. The rest of the avengers were a floor above.

At first peter had been a bit miffed about being on a floor of just girls but he ended up liking it a lot. And he had a second bedroom in the master suite with tony and Pepper which he proffered anyway. The one on the avenger's floor was more for if Tony and Pepper were away, and he wanted to be around the others.

Natasha was headed for her room after waving goodbye to peter who had settled down to watch more star-wars, when she paused in the hallway.

Retracing her steps she found herself stood outside peters bedroom door. Frowning she pressed an ear to the door and froze. Someone was inside and coughing. Knowing it wasn’t peter, nat carefully twisted the door handle.

Peter being peter had prepared for almost anything. As soon as Natasha had set foot inside peters room Jarvis had alerted peter of her presence.

Meanwhile Natasha peered into the dimly lit room. The lump in the bed was wriggling around and coughing. Nat was on high alert by now. She realised this person was ill but how had they managed to get in without Jarvis knowing? And why were they in peters bed?

She crossed the threshold and walked over to the bed. Taking note of the backpack on the floor and puffer on the bedside table as well as your spider-man pjs which had been a gag gift from Peter last Christmas.

Nat stood and observed for a second. Looking down at your flushed face which was burning with fever and the harsh coughs that were wracking your weak form.

Nat watched helplessly for a second unsure of how to deal with a sick intruder.

She hesitated before extending a hand to your forehead and feeling a very high fever. She sucked a breath. Despite being an intruder she had some ideas as to why you may have been here. Your likeness to peter wasn’t hard to spot. Yet. She was unsure.

Peeling of the blankets to get a better look at you, as she did you made a small noise of discontent and curled into a shaking ball still fever addled and half asleep.

Before she could continue the door opened and peter looked in.

“Uhh M-Ms Romanoff…” Peter said looking guilty as he stepped in and closed the door again.

“Peter, do you know who this is?” Natasha asked getting straight to the point. Peter hesitated and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Y-yes.” He said looking at your sick form with a frown.

“Peter.” She said crossing her arms. “Care to share whats going on?” Nat said as she headed for Peter’s bathroom.

“Um… She … she’s,, my sister.” Peter said unsurely. Natasha returned after a second and nodded. Now holding the first aid kit from peters bathroom in her arms.

“Anything else i should know?” She asked walking over to the bed and sitting down to rifle through the first aid kit.

“Petey?” You mumbled hearing his voice.

Peter seemed to break out of his trance and came to your side. “I’m here Y/n.” He said.

“‘S cold.” You mumbled making peter frown.

“Actually, I think she has a fever.” Nat said as she found what she was looking for, pulling out a thermometer from the kit.

Nat gently placed the thermometer under your tongue and turned to look at peter.

“Pete, you’re not in trouble but i need some more information.” Natasha said.

“This is Y/n. She’s, my sister. Her apartment was levelled in the last attack and so she’s been staying here ever since. She’s not a threat I promise.” Peter said almost tripping over his words in order to explain.

Before Nat could respond the thermometer beeped and she removed it to look at the small screen, drawing another round of coughs from you. Natasha rubbed your back with one hand while frowning at the screen.

“Peter… she should be dead. This says 106. There’s more isn’t there.” Nat said with some urgency as she began peeling the rest of the blankets off you in an attempt to cool you down.

“Ahh … yes. She had powers. Like mine. She … she wears the suit sometimes.” Peter said standing nearby and watching with a worried expression.

“Ok. So, she has spider powers? High metabolism, super strength, etc.” Nat said and Peter nodded. “Why hasn’t her healing fixed this?” Nat said feeling your forehead again.

“She doesn’t have it. Her powers differ slightly.” Peter explained as Nat cursed softly in Russian.

“Her fever’s still rising.” Nat said making a decision. “We need to cool her down fast before she gets too hot for her own good. Jarvis?” Natasha said and peter looked panicked for a second worried about more people finding out about you.

“Ms Romanoff-“ he started.

“Pete, we need to cool her down stat. I need some help.” She said and peter nodded still looking nervous. “Jarvis call wanda to Peter’s bedroom.” Nat said and peter relaxed slightly. Wanda was ok. She would be good for the situation.

“What are you going to do?” Peter asked.

“She needs a bath and I doubt you want to do that.” She said with a small smirk and Peter flushed for a second.

“Defiantly not.” He said shaking his head.

“Is there someone we can call? Someone who she’d be ok with dressing her once we cool her down. She may be sick but i don’t want to invade her privacy.” Nat said as she scooped you up from the bed and into her lap while they waited for wanda to arrive. You cough harshly again and wheezed making nat frown and look to peter.

“Asthma.” He said.

“Runs in the family huh?” She joked reaching over for the puffer on the bedside table.

“Uh… about that.” Peter said looking guilty. “Mine was cured by the bite. I need the puffers for her.” He said looking sheepish. Expecting Nat to be mad she grinned.

“You’re a good brother.” She said as she uncapped the device and pressed it to your lips.

“Exhale.” She instructed and by some small miracle you complied. When you went to inhale, she administered the medicine and told you to hold.

Recapping the device, she rubbed a hand up and down your arm. “Good job sweetie.” She said and felt you relax into her arms some more as you let out a breath.

The two sat in silence for another second before the door opened again and wanda slipped inside.

She was freshly showered, her hair damp and she smelt like jasmine and honey. She was dressed in a simple faded black t-shirt and grey track pants.

“Whats-“ she began before pausing, her eyes caught on you laid in Natashas lap half asleep.

“Wanda,” Nat said. “Meet Y/n. Peter’s older sister.” She said.

“Okay…” Wanda said looking lost before her expression morphed to concern as you coughed. “Is she ok?” Wanda asked.

“No. That’s why you’re here. Long story short, peter smuggled her into the tower, and she has spider powers and her fever is really high. We need to cool her down.” Nat said and wanda swallowed and nodded. “Peter?” Nat said turning to the younger parker.

“Yes?” He said looking up from where he had been studying his shoes closely.

“You never answered my question. Is there someone we can call to come and get her dressed after wanda and i bathe her?” Nat asked and peter blushed again and nodded.

“I can call May. It’s her day off.” He said and Nat nodded.

“You do that. Wanda and I will look after Y/n. We promise not to go further than her outer clothes.” She said and scooped you up into her arms. She headed for Peter’s bathroom with wanda trailing behind. You remained limp in her arms snuggled into her chest in an unconscious need for companionship.

Once the two redheads had you in the bathroom wanda looked at nat. “Now what?” She asked and Natasha smirked.

“Now we take her clothes off.” She said and gently she lifted your arms from where you were laid on the floor in her lap and pulled the spider-man t-shirt off over your head. Wanda blushed slightly at the sight of your red sports bra despite having seen Nat and herself train in about the same if not less clothes.

“You wanna help?” Nat asked with a grin that only served to make Wanda’s blush deepen. You squirmed slighting in Nat’s lap but stopped when she gently rubbed your arm after you buried your warm face into her stomach.

Wanda rolled her eyes in an attempt to feign nonchalance despite being way past that point.

She lifted her hands, and the familiar red glow of magic surrounded her hands. Her magic lifted your hips so Nat could slide off your pants. Wanda blushed again at the sight of your Black Widow boxers. Natasha however grinned at them finding it both adorable and very cute.

After a beat Wanda met Nat’s eyes again. “Now what?”

“We get her in the bath. She needs to be cooled down Asap.” Nat said hoisting you into her arms again as you wriggled, turning and grumbling into her chest.

“Not gonna lie she’s pretty cute.” Nat said and Wanda avoided her eyes as she used her magic to fill the bath with tepid water.

Natasha gently lowered you into the tub ignoring your whining protests and running her hands through your hair which seemed to calm you down as you relaxed again.

“So … now we wait?” Wanda guessed and Natasha nodded.

“Yep. Unless you really want to steal May’s job of getting her dressed again.” Nat teased making Wanda splutter slightly. “Im kidding.” Nat said. “I know what hot women do to your brain.” She winked and wanda slouched slightly.

After a second you grumbled and blearily opened your eyes, squinting at the two women.

“Peter is so dead.” You mumbled before letting your eyes drift shut again. There was a pause before wanda and nat both started laughing.

You groaned. “Peter!” You yelled before coughing again making Wanda and Nat frown. But before they could do anything the door opened to show a beat red peter with his hands covering his eyes.

“Yes?” He said in a small voice.

“When I get out of here, you’re dead.” You mumbled with a foggy glare sent in his direction.

“Hey. Peter did the right thing.” Another voice said from behind Peter.

“May?” You called. “Oh, wtf is going on right now.” You mumbled.

“Whats going on kiddo is that, once again, you failed to ask for help which landed you here.” May said entering the bathroom with a change of clothes.

“Nice to see you Ms Parker.” Nat said and wanda echoed.

“Please. Call me May. And thank you for looking after her.” May said and you groaned.

“I hate all of you.” You said hiding your face in your hands.

“Uh huh. Sure, you do.” May teased.

“It was no problem. Ms- May.” Wanda said. “We’ll wait in peters bedroom while you… yeah.” Wanda said before making a hasty retreat. Nat laughed and followed her out.

May gave you a disappointed frown once she had shut the door and turned back to you with a sigh.

“Honey.” She said.

“I know… I know.” You said still feeling like death but slightly less so. “Did the black widow and scarlet witch just really see me in my underpants?” You asked.

“Yes, and I serves you right for hiding illness … again!” She said as she came over, rolling up her sleeves and helping you out, practically holding all your weight for you as your head spun.

May frowned and guided you over to the covered toilet seat to dress you again.

Gently she began to towel you off and change you into fresh clothes.

“I can do it myself.” You whined but May shot you a look and you knew better than to challenge the angry Parker and you and peter had called her as kids when she was upset at you for something.

“Now, once you’re dressed you are going to thank those two for their kindness and your coming home with me.” May said.

“But-“ you began.

“No buts.” She said and helped you up, now fully dressed.

She helped you over to the door opening it despite still holding you up. The two of you shuffled into the room where Peter, Nat and Wanda were sat on Peter’s bed talking in hushed voices.

“Pete. I love you but I can hear everything you’re saying dumbass.” You said rolling your eyes and May lightly hit your arm.

“Right.” He said rubbing his neck. “Super hearing.” He nodded.

“I’ll add it to the list.” Nat grinned and you groaned before May jabbed you in the side and looked at the two girls.

You coughed at her actions making her frown but quickly got it under control for the sake of your already fragile image.

“Thank you, Wanda and Natasha, for helping me.” You said still leaning heavily on May. Now you had been standing for a bit the room began to spin. Your face went a shade paler making Natasha frown and stand. It was a split second before you stumbled, almost bringing May down with you in the process. Luckily strong arms wrapped around you, and you looked up into Nat’s pale green and worried eyes.

“Y/n?” You finally registered she was talking to you. “Y/n?” She asked again a little louder.

You let out a soft groan and she huffed. “Right. Up we go.” She said hoisting you into your arms and making the room spin again as you buried your face in her arm.

You felt her gently set you down on the bed and feel your forehead.

Distantly you heard May saying something along the lines of taking you home and the sound of Natasha arguing they were better equipped to help with your powers and sickness. May relented and you went back to dozing.

“What happened?” Peter asked from where he was stood by the door.

“Probably got too dizzy from standing up. Her body’s already trying to fight off sickness.” Natasha said and Wanda nodded.

“Peter? Don’t you have a super high metabolism?” Wanda asked.

“Yeah?” He said looking lost as May seemed to catch on.

“Y/n when did you last eat?” May asked and you groaned and buried your face in the pillow. “Well, that answers that.” May said rolling her eyes.

“Peter, do you have any of those energy bars that steve uses?” Wanda asked and peter nodded and headed for his bedside drawer.

He fished around and pulled out one of them and passed it to nat. She unwrapped it and shoved it into your hands.

“Eat.” She said and you made a groan of protest. “It’ll help.” She said in a softer tone.

“Fine.” You said sitting up against the headboard and nibbling on it slowly.

“Better.” Nat said and you frowned.

“You know you’re cute when you’re mad.” Wanda said looking surprised by her own words and blushing at Natasha’s knowing gaze.

“Get some rest маленький паук” Nat said once you had finished eating, and she begun to shepherd everyone out of the room.

PART 2

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[ao3feed-irondadspiderson]

I'm Going to Fix It

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50919508 by Emily_F6 Apparently it was the hottest summer that Peter had ever experienced. Tony had no idea if that was actually true…the kid tended towards exaggeration. or Tony learns that Peter can't thermoregulate. Words: 4453, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 16 of Whumptober 2023 Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/50919508

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #iron dad and spider son #spider son #iron dad #peter parker #tony stark

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

The Amazing Spider-Man in Gotham

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/YUP4wcz by Spidey_yipyip62 Peter was dying. The Sinister Six had ambushed him in a warehouse and he couldn’t save himself this time. Before he died, Dr. Octopus turned on a machine that teleported Spider-Man’s broken body to a place that smelled foreign to his weakened senses. 'I didn’t even get the comfort to die someplace I know' he thought as he took his last breath. Another Peter in Gotham fic Words: 1442, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man (Comicverse), Batman - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Peter Parker, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Duke Thomas, Damian Wayne, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Barbara Gordon Relationships: Batfamily Members & Peter Parker, Dick Grayson & Peter Parker, Tim Drake & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Jason Todd, Peter Parker & Damian Wayne, Peter Parker & Duke Thomas, Peter Parker & Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & Peter Parker & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Barbara Gordon & Peter Parker, Gotham City & Peter Parker Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Dick Grayson Looks Like Richard Parker (Marvel), Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Jason Todd is Red Hood, Tim Drake is Red Robin, Damian Wayne is Robin, Peter Parker Acts Like a Spider, Peter Parker Angst, Dead Peter Parker, Lazarus Pit (DCU), Lazarus Pit Side Effects (DCU), Angst, Peter Parker has PTSD, Dimension Travel, Hurt/Comfort, Mentioned Skip Westcott, Past Rape/Non-con, Secret Identity, Homeless Peter Parker, Trauma, Everyone Has Issues, Protective Peter Parker, Protective Dick Grayson, Protective Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, Good Sibling Jason Todd, Good Sibling Dick Grayson, BAMF Peter Parker, Strong Peter Parker, Peter Parker Can't Thermoregulate, Peter Parker Has Trust Issues, Barbara Gordon is Oracle, Not Beta Read, Caring Peter Parker read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/YUP4wcz

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the caped crusader #the dark knight #dcu #ao3 #ao3feed

[starlightheron]

Ava Parker - Spider-Man

Ava Parker is my own version of Peter Parker because I love girls and I think they make every media better. She's tall with short, curly brown hair that's put into two low pigtails. She's around 16/17 when she gains her abilities. I've also decided that she's more obviously Jewish rather than ambiguously like the comics; i.e she actively celebrates and participates in holidays and religious practices, I myself am not Jewish but I think it adds depth to her character <3.

She's just as much of a nerd and genius in this world as any other Peter Parker, her area of expertise lies in biology and bioengineering with of course a hefty amount of attention paid to physics and other kinds of science too. In this world, she takes after Raimi's Spider-Man in that she has more natural spider abilities beyond classic strength, speed, and instinct. I've decided to also give her natural webs as well as fangs that produce a natural sedative. This is because I think fangs are hot. I'm also drawing inspiration from Miles Morales as well because I love the look of casual clothes over top of the suit. I also like the practicality of it because New York gets fucking cold and spiders can't thermoregulate because they're cold-blooded. Additionally, I'm stealing Gwen's death from the Andrew Garfield film and I'm not really taking much from the Holland movies because the MCU is my enemy.

Personality-wise, Ava's a little rougher and tougher. She's more easily angered and less likely to pull her punches to start with especially less so after Gwen's death. She's just like me fr bc emotions are hard. She's non-lethal, for the most part, and still goes by the moniker of Spider-Man. With her friends and as a civilian, she's quiet but sweet for the most part but once she's comfortable she can get loud and hyper. Mary Jane is her guy in the chair.

#spider man #spidersona #spiderman oc #spider man oc #peter parker #may parker #ben parker #gwen stacy #mary jane watson #my ocs #directory #oc: ava parker

[maelysgriffonne]

Yellow 💛

Second post today and then i will go to sleep yay TvT

But anyways this post is to show the drawing that i made of Peter and his mane team, to give some fun facts and the list of Peter's differents pokemons + Also some fact about them.

Here is the Drawing:

More under read more

The fun facts

Ingo buy him some warmer clothes because Peter can't thermoregulate (just like real spider) and the Highlands can get really cold but Peter keep his t-shirt but put an undershirt under it.

Just like Ingo his eyes glow in the dark, they glow red and blue gradient (personal headcanon).

The scars are from wild pokemons attack.

(This one is more about my art style but every time i draw Peter or some OC that are spiders hybrid, i draw there mouth with little triangles to represent fangs (mandible) ).

Everyone of his pokemons are named after the name someone he remembers because he his scared he will forget them eventually (there is also a reason why each pokemon are named with there name but he doesn't remember why)

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Peter's Pokemons list

Ok so before whe jump to the list there his a qick thing to know, every pokemon is named after someone Peter know and some of theme aren't in the movies but are in the cartoons and/or comics but don't worry i will says for each name were they are from.

Michelle= An Umbreon, based on Michelle Jones from the MCU, it was the eevee that Peter found at the start. She will and can sass everyone even if there are human and she's a pokemon.

Ned= An Hisuian Arcanine, based on Ned Leeds from the MCU, was given has a growlith by Palina. He is just a very good boy and will tried to lick Peter's face at any given situation.

May= An Audino, Based on Aunt May from the MCU, was misplaced here by a space-time distortion and was cought by Peter. She is the mom of the group but she has once knock Peter out so she can heal him and so he can rest, Ingo know she can and will do the same for him.

Droney= A Galvantula, based on the spider drone named Droney from the MCU, Like May was misplaced in hisui, he was attack but was rescu by Peter. He is very skittish and is quite small for a Galvantula because of an early accidental evolution to protect Peter.

Karen= A Rotom, based on the A.I KAREN from the MCU, was simply caught by Peter. She will zap everyone who is mean to Peter and out right electrocuted them if they hurt him.

Tony= A shiny alpha Rotom, based on Tony Stark aka Iron man, was given by Ingo since Tony was already circeling around Peter. He will try to keep Peter from doing dumb stuff but will usally get drag into said dumb stuff, he will also annoyed Peter by ruffling his hair making them all statici.

Harry= A Sylveon , based on Harry Orsborn Peter's best friend in most version, was caught by Peter. He will tried his best to comfort Peter when he is at is lowest, he will also joined forces with Ned to force Peter to rest by lying on him with Ned.

MJ (Mary-Jane)= A Ninetails, based and Mary-Jane Waston Peter's second best friend and girlfriends in most version, was caught with Harry by Peter. She gossip with every others of Peter's female pokemons, she will also friendly juge Peter and other's.

Miles= A Galvantula, based on Miles Morales a Spidey from an alternat univers, was save by Peter at the same time as Droney. He is a gremlin and will shock Peter for fun but he also look up to Peter.

Teresa= A Staraptor, based on Teresa Parker Peter's twin sister from the comics, was caught by Peter. She is loud and very energetics, she is also very loyal and has many time yoink Peter away from danger.

Ben= A Ariados, based on Ben Reily one of Peter's clone and brother from the comics, was caught by Peter in a space-time distortion. He is a selfless idiot and like Peter he will jump strait into danger, Teresa has yoink so many time from a battle because he was close to fainting.

Kaine= A Hisuian Zoroark, based on Kaine Peter's other clone and brother, was caught by Peter after a fight because Kaine attack him. He will act like he doesn't care about Peter even trying to fact attack him but remotly if Peter is in big danger Kaine will jump staoit ito the danger to save him, him and Peter have a sort of frenemi relationship.

Flash= A Luxray, based on Flash Thompson (the blond one) from most version, was caught by Peter after he attack him. He was a literal ass at the start not listening to any word Peter said and even hitting him but in the end he warm up to Peter and stop be an ass. He was hit by Michelle, Ned, Harry and MJ everytime that he attack Peter.

Ava= A Sneasler, based on Ava Ayala (White tiger) from the cartoon Ultimate Spider-man, was given to him by Lady Sneasler herself (technically Ava was ask By Lady Sneasler to proteced her grand kit XD). She is one of the most level head of all of Peter's pokemons, she take her mission to protect Peter seriously but she won't accept his help when she is hurt because of her own pride.

Danny= A Lucario, based on Danny Rand (Iron fist) from the cartoon Ultimate Spider-man, decided to follow Peter to train with him. He is one of the calmest and will try to keep peace between evryone but he will fight when he need to or when Peter need his help, him and Peter will trained together with Natasha to keep from and get stronger.

Luke= An Ursaluna, based on Luke Cage (Powerman) from the cartoon Ultimate Spider-man, was caught by Peter by pur accident but decied to stay. He is very bulcky but he is also quite fast, when Danny is not training they usually seen spending time together.

Sam= An Emogla, based on Sam Alexander (Nova) from the cartoon Ultimate Spider-man, was caught by Ingo but was given to Peter. He will spend his time being an annoying little fuck to Peter wich usually end up with Peter catching by his tails and shake him, like Kaine if Peter really need help he won't hesitat, it's another frenemi relationship.

Wade= An alpha Garchomp, based on Wade Wilson aka Deadpool, just start to follow Peter around out of nowhere. He just appeared one day and start to follow Peter around wich scared the shit out of him, he will tried to fight everyone he see and has to be yoink so many time by Matt. He also a bit crazy

Matt= An alpha Gallam, based on Matt Murdock aka Daredevil, follow Wade to keep him from doing dumb shit and became friend with Peter. He is litarelly Wade impulse controle, he is the one that stop him from every shit Wade is about to made, will he is blind he used physic to see around.

Pepper= A shiny Gardevoir, based on Pepper Potts Tony Stark's wife, was caught by Peter after a long storm. She is very nice but will not take any bullshit, she doesn't really fight but still know how to kick ass's, she will stop Tony from annoying Peter to much.

Rhodey= An Empoleon, based on James "Rhodey" Rhodes Tony's best friend, was caught some minutes after Pepper by Peter. He is not one of the fastest but do pack a punch, like Pepper he will stop Tony from annoying Peter to much and will usually keep companie to Tony and Pepper.

Natasha (self-indulgent Redda)= An alpha Weavile, based on Natasha Romanoff aka Black widow, let herself be caught by Peter after Clint was caught in a space-time distortion. She has a resting bitch face and to most people she is quite scary and intimidating looking but she is very nice to children and Peter. She some time trained with Peter and Danny but usually is with Clint.

Clint (self-indulgent Oppalio)= A shiny Staraptor, based on Clint Barton aka Hawkeye, was caught by Peter befor Natacha in a space-time distortion. He can be quite childish when he want to be but is very serious when batteling, he very like high place to wath over the landscap, it's a bit hard for him to hear so Peter usually shout when asking help from Clint, he is usually with Natasha or in high places.

Scott (self-indulgent me)= A Durant, based on Scott Land aka Ant-man, was simply caught by Peter after a space-time distortion place him there. He is an idiot but a very nice idiot, he his also very good at stealing he even steal from the Ginkgo guilt without Peter knowing, he is very good with kids and like them alot, Peter lift him up and throw him many time for fun.

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There we go, that was a lot to write but that was all me and friend wanted to say about the fun facts and please tell us what you think about the list of pokemon and your ideas for this Au. That all for today i can finally go to sleep

Bye-Bye

#pokemon legends arceus #ingo #pokemon ingo #spider man: no way home #spiderman #peter parker #Wandering Spider Au #my hand hurt TwT #i can finally sleep

[ao3feed-petermj]

Whumptober 2023

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/0XPjCKG by r3dd15h All my Whumptober fics that I never got to finish :’P I feel like they had the potential, but I lost motivation, so if you think you can make something better out of these give it a go and maybe comment to let me see what you’ve done :) Words: 11358, Chapters: 32/32, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Spider-Man - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Gen Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Michelle Jones (Marvel), Pepper Potts, Matt Murdock, Claire Temple, Franklin "Foggy" Nelson, Wanda Maximoff, James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Wade Wilson Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Matt Murdock & Franklin "Foggy" Nelson, Matt Murdock & Claire Temple, Matt Murdock & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Claire Temple, Wanda Maximoff & Peter Parker, James "Bucky" Barnes & Peter Parker & Sam Wilson, Peter Parker & Wade Wilson, Matt Murdock & Peter Parker & Wade Wilson, Matt Murdock & Wade Wilson Additional Tags: Hurt Peter Parker, Depressed Peter Parker, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Suicidal Thoughts, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Suicide Attempt, Mentioned Pepper Potts, Mentioned Tony Stark, Good Friend Michelle Jones (Marvel), Protective Michelle Jones (Marvel), BAMF Michelle Jones (Marvel), Michelle Jones Loves Peter Parker, even though she doesn’t realize it yet, no beta we die like tony stark, Post-Movie: Spider-Man: No Way Home (2021), Hallucinations, Peter Parker Can't Thermoregulate, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Peter Parker Needs a Break, Claire Temple is So Done, Superhero Babysitter Claire Temple, Peter Parker has PTSD, Tony Stark Has PTSD, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Worried Tony Stark, Protective James "Rhodey" Rhodes, BAMF Pepper Potts, Parent Tony Stark, Parent Pepper Potts, Waterboarding, Temporary Character Death, Near Death Experiences, Brainwashed Peter Parker, Hostage Situations, Kidnapping, Confessions, Implied/Referenced Torture, Chains read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/0XPjCKG

#spideychelle #PeterMJ #petermjane

[yeeharley]

sweater weather

for @yourfriendlyneighborhoodnerd

word count: 1576

warnings: none

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Harley’s closet has always been full of hoodies- well, not his metaphorical closet (that had been full of him), but in every house he’s ever lived in, he’s had a small clothing shop of his own tucked away in his room, and he takes care of it like it’s his child.

He’s spent more money on it in his entire life than he probably has on food, and that’s saying something, because Harley loves food. Every month, there’s a small portion of his salary that he sets aside in a little box labeled hoodie fund in red sharpie. He empties it out whenever he feels like it, stocking up on every sweatshirt he can get his hands on.

Abercrombie and Fitch? Check.

H & M? Check.

Macy’s.

Pacsun.

Literally every hoodie that Harley finds, whether it’s at a gas station or in his mother’s closet, he takes and stashes away in his room, pulling his favorites out whenever he feels like he needs a bit of comfort.

It’s always been his thing. Abby, his sister, collects flannels (very gay of her, he knows- half of them belong to her girlfriend, Lila). His mother has a cardboard box full of baseball caps, some tattered and worn, others brand-new. 

The Keeners are a family of pack rats. They always have been, and they always will be.

Harley loves it. 

The hoodie stash comes with him to New York when he decides to move in with Tony for college (Columbia) to avoid paying rent in an apartment. There, he meets- and subsequently falls in love with- Peter Parker, who is the polar opposite of a pack rat.

The boy owns two hoodies. Only two, and one of them is a school sweatshirt. He’s got one pair of sweatpants, one good jacket, and a set of superpowers that send Harley spinning.

Spider-Man only owns two hoodies. Harley has to have over twenty at this point.

He resolves to fix that particular issue after about half a week of knowing Peter, starts dating him after a month, and sets to work immediately.

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Peter’s always had trouble warming himself up without heating pads and blankets, that’s for sure- and it’s only gotten worse now that he’s got spider powers. Apparently, inability to thermoregulate is an absolute bitch, and that absolute bitch is making it really hard for him to keep saving people when he can barely keep himself from shaking apart.

Teeth chattering after a particularly long patrol, Peter swings around a skyscraper in a wide arc that nearly sends him tumbling into a billboard. He overcorrects, twisting his body so hard in midair that he feels his spine pop, and brushes so close to a picture of a car that his foot clips the side. 

“Shit,” he murmurs, water squelching in the fabric of his suit from the latest rainfall. “Shit, shit, shit-”

The easiest way to catch pneumonia is getting cold and wet and not warming up in time. Peter should know- he’s had it before, and wow, had that been an awful three days. 

The fact that his body can’t seem to take care of his temperature on its own and requires the amount of upkeep that he puts into it doesn’t make this any easier. In fact, it’s much harder; Peter can already feel the cold seeping into his bones and settling there, condensing into heavy liquid. His marrow is like a sponge, soaking it up and letting it sit, and he feels like a bundle of damp wool in a freezing river.

Sinking.

Peter grits his teeth and keeps pushing despite the chill in his bones. Stark Tower is on the horizon- he can stay there for a little while. Take a nap and warm up. 

Tony and Pepper should be out for the weekend, and if he’s got his dates right, Harley has a job interview today. He’ll be alone.

Nobody to question his admittably-questionable decision-making abilities.

Brilliant.

Ever since a scarring experience regarding windows made of bullet-proof glass, the bedroom windows of the tower had been replaced with easy-to-move sliding windows.

(no, Peter hadn’t thought he’d be able to break them. Yes, Peter had broken them- flying through the window of Harley’s room, collapsing on his bed while he’d been studying for a chemistry test, and bleeding all over his sheets)

Peter lands on the side of the building as lightly as he can, wincing as a full-body shiver wracks his muscles, and slides the window to his boyfriend’s room up far enough to slide over the wooden frame and onto the warm carpet. There’s a subtle change in temperature- yeah, he’s still cold, but heating system. Yes. Brilliant.

It is with a clouded mind that Peter, freezing and tired, slips out of his suit and deposits it on Harley’s rug before grabbing a folded set of clothes off of the foot of the bed and quickly stepping into them. 

Harley’s room has a certain calmness to it- the pale blue walls, the gray color of his comforter, the way he keeps it a messy sort of clean. Peter’s always loved it, ever since the first time he’d visited. This is the room where he and Harley had watched Star Wars together for the first time, where they’d kissed for the first time, where Harley had first told him that he loved him (and when Peter had said it back).

That said, it takes maybe two minutes for Peter to nestle himself up in Harley’s blankets, burying his nose in his pillow (he really needs to ask what kind of cologne Harley wears), and fall asleep wrapped in warmth and happiness and him.

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“Fuck supervillains,” Harley hisses, stepping into the elevator with the air of a man scorned. His boots squelch every time his feet hit the ground- he hadn’t really bothered to avoid stepping in puddles after the cafe his job interview had been set up in had gone up in flames.

His hair, normally floating around his face in light curls, keeps flopping down into his eyes in wet, dripping ringlets. Harley’s head feels about ten times heavier than it usually does, and he does not like that, thank you very much. 

No, he’s going to blow-dry his scalp until it burns, change into one of his favorite hoodies (maybe the Midtown one he’d bought in support of Peter’s high school science fair? he likes that one), and fall asleep.

He’ll probably text Peter first, come to think of it. Just to make sure he’s alright.

Lord knows he needs some checking in on.

Leaving a puddle of water in his wake, Harley stomps his way off of the elevator when he gets to his floor. The lights are off, just like he’d left them, and he’s ready to take a long, long nap. He needs one. Deserves it.

But there’s a light on in his room.

“Dammit,” he mutters, stripping out of his sopping jacket and pulling his ever-present switchblade out of his pocket.

Of all the days for a home invasion-

But, no, Harley realizes, it’s not a home invasion.

The anxiety seeps out of his body, replaced with a warm kind of happiness that he doesn’t feel very often, as he steps into his room and closes the door behind himself as quietly as he can.

It’s Peter.

Peter, with sopping wet hair dripping water onto Harley’s pillow.

Peter, wrapped up in his warm comforter like a bug in a coccoon.

Peter, who is wearing his hoodie and sweatpants.

Oh.

Oh.

It’s the one Harley bought on vacation in San Fransisco- a gray hoodie with bright blue lettering across the chest- and it absolutely dwarfs Peter’s wiry frame. The sweatpants are more of the same, drooping over the shorter boy’s feet with at least four extra inches of fabric.

Harley knew he was taller than his boyfriend. Much taller. But he didn’t know Peter would look like that.

(that isn’t a bad thing. in fact, it’s a thing so good that Harley can hardly contain himself. he should not feel this happy about seeing Peter in his clothes.)

He unlaces his shoes and, disregarding the soaking-wet Spider-Man suit in the corner of the room, kicks them aside before carefully leaning down and planting his knee on the side of his bed. Peter shifts a bit as Harley’s weight pushes the mattress down, turning onto his back and stretching a hand out in his general direction, fingers outstretched, palm open wide.

Harley muffles his laugh and places his own hand in Peter’s. Laces his fingers around to the back of his knuckles. Creeps closer, closer, still in his jeans, before turning onto his side so that he’s facing Peter.

“Hey, honey,” he whispers tiredly, chuckling as a dopey little smile curls across Peter’s lips. “You miss me?”

Nodding slowly, Peter shifts onto his side as well before inching forward. He tucks himself into his chest, eyes still closed, and bumps the top of his head against Harley’s chin.

“Alrighty, babe. Alright.”

It takes a moment for Harley to situate himself, winding his arm over Peter’s shoulders and worming his feet beneath the blankets. When he does, Peter hums contentedly, hot breath puffing against Harley’s throat.

He feels the moment the smaller boy drifts off to sleep, and after a few minutes of feeling Peter’s chest drift up and down, up and down, up and down...

Harley isn’t far behind.

#silver-bubbles' fanfic #noemi tag #prompt #peter parker #harley keener #peter parker x harley keener #peter parker/harley keener #parkner #keenker #parley #harleypeter #fluff #spiders can't thermoregulate trope #happy #sweet #happy ending #fic #:) i hope this is what you wanted dear #and i hope you're feeling better

[ephemeralstark]

Below Freezing

Summary:  Peter jumps into below freezing water to save a little girl, only to break his web shooters and damage his heater. With hypothermia settling in he decides it's a good idea to walk to Stark Tower, thankfully Karen is a snitch.

A/N: I’m in the process of cross-posting my AO3 fics on here as well, so please bear with me and excuse any technical mistakes, I’m not used to posting on tumblr yet. Thank you! 

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Complete | 3K | main tags: peter parker can’t thermoregulate, peter parker has spider traits, protective tony stark, hurt/comfort, whump

Snowflakes swirled and danced through the air in hypnotic patterns while Peter swung through them between the buildings, feeling increasingly more and more thankful for the heater in his suit that kept his toes warm and stopped his fingers from growing stiff with the cold. He needed to remember to thank Mr. Stark next time he saw him.

Peter hated the cold.

He hadn't when he was younger, in fact, he used to build igloos and snowmen out on the street with his Uncle Ben for hours on end. He would be wrapped up in nothing more than a thick jacket and a woolly pair of gloves but he would never feel the cold and would stay out until Aunt May insisted he absolutely had to go in and have dinner.

After Uncle Ben died Peter stopped building snowmen, it wasn't as fun on his own and May always had to work late because suddenly there was only one person bringing in money and it wasn't enough. That and he was too cold. Even when he wrapped himself up in so many layers that he could barely move, he would find himself shivering and seeking out the nearest warm building.

Peter was pulled from his mindless swinging and spiralling thoughts by a shriek that cut through the air. He instantly changed directions, making his way towards the noise and hoping that he wouldn't be too late to whatever was happening.

Another shriek sounded and despite Peter’s heater he felt ice run through his veins. That had sounded almost… childlike? He hoped that it wasn't a kid in danger, but his gut feeling was telling him to move faster.

It seemed as though the scream had come from the park ahead, which was good as it meant Peter was close by, but it also meant that he was going to have to travel the rest of the way on foot. He dropped to the ground and ran through the shoe trodden snow into the park, looking frantically for someone in distress.

The park was mainly empty though. There was a small child holding onto a woman’s hands as she was taught how to ice skate on the frozen over pond, a couple sipping steaming drinks while walking hand in hand, and a dog walker rubbing their hands together for warmth between stick throws.

Peter soon located the source of the scream as the little child wobbled on her skates and let out a deafening shriek. Relief flooded through him, removing all traces of icy panic from his veins, there were no children in trouble, everything was fine. It was just the just the kid being afraid of falling on the ice, that wasn't anything to concern himself with.

“Hey, Karen, is there anything happening around here?” Peter asked, wondering if it would be alright to call it a day. May would be home in a few hours and he still had that chemistry project to finish off.

“I’m not receiving any reports of trouble at present.” Karen informed him.

Maybe it would be a good idea to head home, he’d been out a lot as Spider-Man lately despite promising Mr. Stark that he was getting plenty of rest, at least if he went home then Karen wouldn't be able to snitch on him again.

“Thea! Oh God, help me! Someone please!” A woman screamed.

The woman ice-skating with the kid. Except… Peter couldn't see a kid any more.

Instead, he saw a gap in the ice and a panicking mother. Putting two and two together, he abandoned all thoughts of going home for a relaxing evening and sprinted towards the gap in the ice.

“Thea! Thea, come back here baby, please,” the woman sobbed as she knelt on the ice and fished her arms in the water, trying to grab her child, “help me! I can’t get her, I can't swim and she never had lessons. Thea!”

“Excuse me,” Peter said, running onto the ice, and gently pulling the mother back by the shoulders. The last thing he needed was two people drowning in freezing water. “I’ll get her, I promise, just stay back.”

The mother did as he asked which made him think that she knew of Spider-Man, without her to worry about Peter took her place by the hole and peered in, it was too dark to see anything.

“Karen, does this thing have a torch?”

“Initiating Night Light function.” Karen announced.

“Night light? Really, Mr. Stark?” Peter muttered as he peered into the water.

He caught a flash of silver, possibly the girl’s skate reflecting the light back at him? He wasn't entirely sure but the clock was ticking on and he needed to get the kid out of the freezing water before it was too late.

Throwing caution to the wind, Peter dived into the water, following the silver flash.

The water was beyond cold, it was worse than he could have ever imagined, there weren't enough words and adjectives in the world to explain how brutally cold the water felt, but Peter pushed through it. He forced his muscles to move rather than freezing up, moving in the direction of the flash that he had seen which appeared to be the right move as his instinct to follow the silver was correct, and even better the girl was still conscious.

She was trying her best to swim but obviously had no idea what direction to go and no skill to power her movements.

Peter was on the clock, he had no time - or air - to offer her reassurances, instead he swam towards the girl and pulled her towards him so he could hold her close to his chest with one hand and use his other three limbs to swim back to the surface as quickly as possible. The girl panicked for a moment and kicked him, before realising that he was helping and ceasing her struggles.

“Detecting core temperature drop.” Karen informed him as though that was news.

If he wasn't at risk of inhaling water he would have snapped at her that ‘yeah his temperature was dropping, he was in freezing cold fucking water’. Thankfully Peter’s hand hit something solid, something other than water, and he realised he was at the surface.

For a split second he panicked and thought that the hole had frozen over again, leaving him and the little girl trapped in an icy grave.

Oh shit, no, no, no, not again, Peter thought frantically, I can't be trapped underwater again, Mr. Stark won’t save me this time.

Peter hit his hand against the ice in an attempt to break it, but the water stole all the strength behind the movement leaving him to claw uselessly at it. He was ready to give up hope when he saw a hand fishing around in the water less than a metre away.

Peter moved over to the gap feeling overwhelmingly grateful that the kid’s mother had decided to keep searching in the water for her daughter rather than doing as he said and staying back. He pushed the kid towards the hands and felt her being pulled up and away from him.

With the adrenaline of the save fading he realised how desperate he was for air, his lungs were burning and he wanted nothing more than to just breathe in.

He hooked his hands over the ledge and heaved himself up, gasping for air, it made him choke slightly as the air came through with a little water that had clung to the surface of the mask. He could feel multiple hands all over his body, pulling at him and helping him get out of the water completely.

Peter braced himself against the ground on his hands and knees, coughing and spluttering for a few minutes while his body shivered aggressively in an attempt to heat himself up.

“K-Karen,” he choked out. “Heater.”

“I’m afraid your heater has been severely compromised, the temperature of the water has caused it to shut down. I would recommend drying off and putting on something else.” Karen said. “Would you like me to call Mr. Stark?”

“N-n-no.” Peter said through chattering teeth, he did need Mr. Stark but he was capable of walking to the tower. He didn't need to be saved all the time, how could he be taken seriously if he was constantly needing backup?

He shrugged his way out the hands that were patting at him, afraid that they would try to pull off his mask to see if he was alright.

After clambering to his feet, he made his way unsteadily in the vague direction of Stark Tower, or was it the Avengers tower now? He should ask Mr. Stark when he saw him because it wasn't clear any more, and why hadn't Mr. Stark gone through with the sale? After Peter had saved the plane and crashed his stuff? No. Crashed his plane and saved his stuff, mostly.

Peter’s brain felt as numb as his extremities.

He realised he was staggering an awful lot and was probably rousing suspicion from civilians, so he aimed a web at the nearest building. Nothing happened.

“Kar’n?”

“Your web shooters have malfunctioned, the fluid appears to have frozen in the canister causing it to perforate.” Karen informed him. “Your speech sounds slurred, are you sure you don't want me to call Mr. Stark?”

“D-don't,” Peter said, “‘m fine. J-j-just walk.”

It turned out that walking was a great idea, one of the best ideas that had ever been idea’d… idea’red? Idea’ed? Thought of! Peter’s brain was starting to feel all warm and mushy, walking was great.

“Kar’n? Walkin’ is g-great!” Peter declared.

“You appear to experiencing some acute confusion, Peter, it seems you are suffering from hypothermia. Your core temperature is dangerously low.”

“Y’ur d-d-dang-dange-” he couldn't say it so he decided to just cut to the chase, “low!”

“Attempting to call, Mr. Stark.” Karen replied.

“N-n-no!” Peter protested. “I’m w’rm now! I feel g-g-good. I sh’ld t-t-take m’ suit ‘ff.”

“Do not take off your suit.” Karen said very quickly.

“K-K’ren, y’ur t-t-too b’ssy.” Peter slurred.

“Mr. Stark is on route, you need to keep the suit on and hold on for him.” Karen said, ignoring his insult. “He is less than a minute away.”

Peter blinked as her words set in.

“B-but ‘m Sp’der-m’n.” He protested. “I d-don't need b’ckup.”

“You definitely need backup,” Mr. Stark said landing on the slushy pavement behind Peter.

“Woah!” Peter said, his suit’s eyes widening comically, “Kar’n! That’s Ir’n Man. Hi Ir’n Man, I w’s cold but now I’m n’t. I stopp’d shakin’.”

“That’s not good, Underoos,” Mr. Stark said and Peter noticed that his voice sounded soft.

“Misser Star’,” Peter slurred, “y’ur cott’n candy ‘nd fl’ffy clouds.”

“I’m sorry?” Mr. Stark asked before shaking his head, “you know what? Never mind, we need to get you home.”

“But, I don’ have red slippers ‘n a hot air b’lloon.” Peter said, confused as to how he was going to get home.

“Alright Dorothy,” Mr. Stark said, “come on, it’s time for Spider-Baby to learn how to fly.”

Peter was scooped up by Mr. Stark and pressed against his chest, held in place by two unmovable metal arms. They shot into the air causing Peter to laugh as though he was on a rollercoaster and not suffering from severe hypothermia.

“Misser Star’, we’re flyin’,” Peter said excitedly through numb lips, “bu’, we’re flyin’ back!”

“I don’t want the wind chill to make things worse, especially at this speed. So, we’re going backwards” Mr. Stark informed him.

“Misser Star’, the ligh’s are fairies.” Peter stated seriously as he stared down at the city below. There were so many lights and they were moving in and out of focus and dancing about.

“Come on Kiddo, we’re almost there, stay with me now.” Mr. Stark said.

Peter didn't respond, he was too busy wondering why his tongue felt so heavy in his mouth, and also why were tongues so weird? It seemed like it didn’t even fit in his mouth properly...oh no… what if it wasn't his tongue? Had someone stolen his and replaced it with an imposter tongue?

He needed to tell Mr. Stark but the imposter tongue wasn't working right, more proof that it wasn't his one. Before he could worry any more about that he felt Mr. Stark slow down and turn so they were going forwards, Stark Tower loomed in front and Peter saw one of the windows opening for them to enter through.

Woah, Peter thought to himself, that building is huge and just came from nowhere!

The air inside was hot, too hot, it seemed to burn at Peter’s skin through the suit and he was struck by the very real terror that he was cooking inside the Spider-Man suit.

“No!” He screamed flailing so suddenly that Mr. Stark released him in shock, Peter’s legs were too numb to hold him up and he crumpled forward onto the plush carpet, water dripping from him onto it.

“Peter, it’s alright,” Mr. Stark said, Peter could hear the metallic whirring and grinding of the suit retracting and in moments Mr. Stark was at him side, pulling him up into a sitting position.

“Too hot,” Peter slurred, “burnin’.”

“You’re actually too cold kiddo,” Mr. Stark said gently, “come on, we need to get you into something dry.”

Peter was pulled to his feet, most of his weight being supported by Mr. Stark, but the little he could bare himself was making his legs shake as they slowly made their way to Peter’s room.

“Am I gonna shower?” Peter asked.

“No, not right now Underoos,” Mr. Stark said, “your temperature is too low for that.”

With a great deal of staggering and a few comments about Peter replicating Bambi’s first steps, they made it to his bedroom.

“We need to get you in your jimmy jams, Kid,” Mr. Stark said, “now we’ll do this quickly because I know that if that brain of yours wasn't floating in La La Land you’d find this a tad humiliating.”

“Where’s La La La La Land?” Peter asked.

“Exactly.” Mr. Stark said as he pulled off Peter’s mask.

“No!” Peter yelled. “They can’t know who I am!”

“Kid, calm down, it’s just us two here, your identity is safe.” Mr. Stark said soothingly as he pressed the spider emblem on the front of Peter’s suit causing it to go slack. “Your lips are blue and I’m too young to have grey hair so just work with me here, Pete.”

With a great deal of effort, Peter was finally sitting on the side of his bed wrapped in an abundance of fluffy towels while Mr. Stark rifled through his drawers looking for pyjamas.

“Which drawer are they in?” He asked. “A little help would be great here.”

“What if you put your hand in one drawer ‘n it came out a differen’ one?” Peter asked.

“Ok, so you’re useless right now,” Mr. Stark muttered, as he continued to search. “Got them! Right kid, without your suit on I can’t monitor your temperature and the last reading was 90.8 degrees, which means it’s your lucky day. You get to wear my watch.”

Mr. Stark helped Peter clumsily thread his arms through his pyjama top and watched as he took the watch off his own wrist, fiddled with it, then strapped it onto Peter’s .

“91.1.” Mr. Stark read, “ok, you’re improving, and don't even think of messing with that thing. I’ve disabled all the systems other than medical observations.”

“Come on, Underoos, let’s get these trousers on then we can both forget all about the last fifteen minutes.” Mr. Stark said.

“Why ‘m I putting clothes on?” Peter asked, “‘m too hot.”

“No your cold and your brain is playing tricks on you,” Mr. Stark told him. “ Now let’s get you under those covers because you need to warm up and I don't think we’d manage to walk you anywhere else. Or maybe we would, but I’m not doing that again.”

It took another ten minutes but eventually Peter was in his bed, buried under a mound of blankets and Mr. Stark was sitting on the bed beside him, helping him drink a mug of hot chocolate and monitoring his temperature.

“91.6°F,” Mr. Stark declared. “See, we can do this.”

“Why ‘m I here?” Peter asked. “Why not the hosp’tal?”

“I couldn't take you to a normal hospital thanks to that bizarre DNA you’ve got going on, and there isn't a medical team based in this tower, they’re generally only on standby when an Avengers mission is happening. Which means you got Dr. Stark.”

“Huh,” Peter murmured, seemingly satisfied with the explanation. “Someone stole my tongue earlier but I think they gave it back.”

“Did they now?” Mr. Stark asked

“Uh huh.”

Time passed with meaningless and delirious chatter, as Peter’s temperature continued to creep up.

“Mr. Star’?” Peter asked suddenly.

“Yeah Kiddo?”

“I feel cold,” Peter murmured. “I don' like the cold.”

“That’s actually a good thing, it means your body is reacting correctly again, soon the shivering will start up once more and before you know it you’ll be a toasty spider.” Mr. Stark said.

“But I don' like bein’ cold. Not since Uncle Ben died.” Peter said quietly.

“What do you mean?”

“It never bothered me ‘fore,” Peter explained, “but after Ben when it got cold outsi’, I got really, really cold.”

“Hey, Pete, I don't think it’s your Uncle’s death that caused that.” Mr. Stark said gently.

“No?”

“Spiders typically can’t thermoregulate, and if you have some spider traits then this could be one of them. I was wondering about it earlier, but with the temperature of that water anyone could have ended up with hypothermia so I didn't have proof that you can't thermoregulate. Now though, with that information, it seems fairly likely.”

“So, it’s not a punishm’nt?”

“Punishment? For what?” Mr. Stark asked sounding genuinely confused.

“For letting Ben die.” Peter said quietly.

“Kid, May told me what happened, that wasn't your fault.”

“I had my powers, I didn’ do anythin’.” Peter admitted.

“You were a kid and none of that can be blamed on you whatsoever.” Mr. Stark said as he ran a hand through Peter’s hair comfortingly. “Powers or no powers, you were too young and you should never have been in that situation.”

Peter didn't reply, he was distracted by the trembling that seemed to overcome his entire body. Had Mr. Stark said that the shivering was a good sign? Because Peter was beginning to feel like it was the opposite. His teeth chattered and his muscles spasmed uncomfortably.

“M-m-misser S-s-s-star’” Peter stammered, “It-t-t’s c-c-cold.”

“I know, I know,” Mr. Stark said as he checked the watch again, “93°F. This is good, Pete, I promise. No more winter swims though.”

“N-n-never.” Peter promised.

“Good, Kid, god you did a great job saving that little girl, but I was so scared when I got the message from your AI. I didn't even realise how bad it was, and you weren't making any sense.” Mr. Stark admitted. “Just… just think of yourself as well as others in the future, alright?”

Peter nodded, his throat felt tight with tears at Mr. Stark’s honesty.

“Also, you’re telling May about this one.” Mr. Stark said, still playing with Peter’s hair in a way that made his eyes grow heavy.

Peter let out a shaky laugh.

“T-t-thanks, Mr. Stark.”

“Anytime, Underoos,” Mr. Stark said softly. “Just not anytime soon, please. Now why don’t you get some sleep? I’ll stay here and keep an eye on your temperature.”

Peter yawned, sleep did sound like a good idea.

“N-night, Tony.”

“G’night, Kiddo.”

Thank you for reading, please like and reblog if you enjoyed and feel free to send a message/ask if you’d like! I appreciate all the time you have given my writing, thanks again!

#irondad #spiderson #spider-man #Iron Man #peter parker #tony stark #thermoregulation #hypothermia #fanfic #marvel #peter can't thermoregulate #hurt peter parker #do not tag st*rker #peter parker has spider traits #hurt peter #protective tony stark

[yes-i-am-happyaspie]

Hypothermia fic? Done! Over 7,000 words spread over two chapters. Here's a little preview to hold you over while I edit.

. “Alright, Kid, we need to try and figure out where we are in relation to the Hydra Fun House we took off from,” Tony said with a clap of his metal gloved hands. “I don’t suppose you were ever a boy scout, were you?”

“Sorry, Mr. Stark,” Peter replied through the chattering of his teeth. “I was more of a s-science fair, robotics club kind of kid,”

Tony hummed a neutral response and gave the kid a good once over. He had his arms wrapped around his torso and was running his hands up and down his trembling arms. It occurred to him that Peter didn’t thermoregulate very well. “Come here, Kiddo,” he said softly, then turned to place himself between Peter and the gusts of snow-laced wind.

“Alright,” Tony said, thinking out loud. “So, the sun was in my face, practically blinding me when we headed into the woods. Which means that if we start walking with it to our backs instead, we should be heading in the right direction.”

Within minutes, Tony realizes they may have strayed too far for him to be able to navigate them back to their original location. Rationally, he knows the most reasonable thing to do would be for them to stop all together, to sit tight and wait for the team to come looking for them. Subsequently, he looked at Peter, who had since removed his mask. His stomach coiled with concern when he saw the amount of frost that had built up in the kid’s hair. He placed his hand on top of Peter’s head and attempted to run his fingers through the cold stiff locks.

“Are we lost, Mr. Stark?” Peter asked.

“Maybe a little,” Tony said, the admission making him feel more than a little inept. The sun had sunk below the treeline, turning their shadows into unrecognizable gangly figures. The sky was darkening beyond the bleak gray of clouds and the temperature was steadily dropping. Staying in one place suddenly felt riskier than continuing their pace. “Let’s keep going, Bud,” he whispered before taking a few broad steps forward. He just hoped he’d made the right decision.

#happyaspie writting #irondad and spiderson #iron dad and spider son #hypothermia #whump #hurt/comfort #happy ending i promise #tony stark #peter parker #the avengers #spider-man #iron man #marvel #marvel fanfiction #spider-man fanfiction #snow #cold #peter parker can't thermoregulate

[lemonlillybee]

Whumptober Day 18

Title: Let’s Break The Ice

Prompt: “Take my Coat” @whumptober

Fandom: Spider-Man (MCU)

Word Count: 471

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“Hold on, Pete. This is going to suck.” 

Peter tries to open his eyes. His body is so tense he doesn’t think he can. He’s shivering so hard his teeth are chattering, and even though he’s curled in on himself to preserve what little warmth he might have left, it’s completely useless. He’s soaking wet and freezing cold and trembling from both the temperature and the adrenaline rush of having just been submerged in water in the middle of winter. 

He doesn’t get a chance to ask what exactly is going to suck before he’s scooped up into Tony’s arms. His strong, solid, unbearably cold Iron-Man-armor clad arms. He cries out from the shocking pain that it sends through his exposed skin, and Tony only holds him tighter in his embrace and swears under his breath.  

Apparently, that wasn’t the part that was going to suck. No, that would be the way that Tony suddenly lurches into the air at record speed, which means that in addition to being cold and wet and cradled against the icy metal of Tony’s suit, they’re now flying through the chilly air, sending a gust of bitter wind into Peter’s face and over his body. It feels like a thousand tiny needles are stabbing every inch of his skin, and it doesn’t let up. The cold air rushes past him and if he wasn’t too cold to cry, he’s pretty sure his tears would freeze before they could even fall down his face. 

Peter thinks he loses consciousness during the trip, because the next thing he knows, Tony is tightening his cold grip even more around Peter as they come in for a landing. When they touch down, Happy is waiting for them outside the compound. 

“Help me carry him inside?” Tony asks him, his voice strained, and Peter can hear the slight waver in his words. Happy rushes over, and Peter squints up at him when he feels his warm hand on his shoulder.

“Jeez, kid, you look like you’re freezing!” 

“He is, literally,” Tony murmurs, carefully setting Peter onto his feet. “We need to get him straight to the medbay.” 

“Here,” Happy says quickly, stripping off his suit jacket and putting it around Peter’s shoulders. “Take this.” 

The jacket isn’t a lot, and Peter barely registers any warmth it might provide, but the gesture is so touching that tears well up in his eyes and it turns out, he isn’t too cold to cry. 

“Oh,” Happy grunts in surprise. He pats Peter’s shoulder. “Um. Okay, kid, let’s get you inside.” 

“Th-th-tha–” His word is cut short by a violent shudder. He squeezes his eyes shut and lets Tony and Happy support his full weight before he can fall to the ground. Happy pats Peter’s shoulder again and clears his throat.

“You’re welcome, kid.” 

#whumptober2022 #no.18 #take my coat #spider-man (mcu) #drabble #irondad #peter parker whump #whump #cold peter parker #peter parker can't thermoregulate #happy hogan

[mcu-appreciation-space]

So, spiders can't thermoregulate

And I've seen the hesdcanon that Peter gets cold really easy because of that. But, does that mean that in that same hc he doesn't sweat? Like, at all?

#spiderman #headcanon #peter parker #Spiders can't thermoregulate #I mean #Sweating is thermoregulating for humans so

[ao3feed-irondadspiderson]

Hold me tight; Never let go

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51345436 by abbie_brianna Peter enters the tower unannounced one evening, cold and sleepy. Maybe a little too cold. Tony is a worried dad   Comfortember #4   Warmth Words: 684, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 4 of Comfortember 2023 Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark Additional Tags: Cute, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Worried Tony Stark, Tony Stark is Good With Kids, Tony Stark is trying his best, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Sleepy Peter Parker, Cold, Peter Parker Can't Thermoregulate, Cold Peter Parker, But it's okay, Tony's here to help, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/51345436

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #iron dad and spider son #spider son #iron dad #peter parker #tony stark

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

The Amazing Spider-Man in Gotham

by Spidey_yipyip62 Peter was dying. The Sinister Six had ambushed him in a warehouse and he couldn’t save himself this time. Before he died, Dr. Octopus turned on a machine that teleported Spider-Man’s broken body to a place that smelled foreign to his weakened senses. 'I didn’t even get the comfort to die someplace I know' he thought as he took his last breath. Another Peter in Gotham fic Words: 1442, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man (Comicverse), Batman - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Peter Parker, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Duke Thomas, Damian Wayne, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Barbara Gordon Relationships: Batfamily Members & Peter Parker, Dick Grayson & Peter Parker, Tim Drake & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Jason Todd, Peter Parker & Damian Wayne, Peter Parker & Duke Thomas, Peter Parker & Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & Peter Parker & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Barbara Gordon & Peter Parker, Gotham City & Peter Parker Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Dick Grayson Looks Like Richard Parker (Marvel), Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Jason Todd is Red Hood, Tim Drake is Red Robin, Damian Wayne is Robin, Peter Parker Acts Like a Spider, Peter Parker Angst, Dead Peter Parker, Lazarus Pit (DCU), Lazarus Pit Side Effects (DCU), Angst, Peter Parker has PTSD, Dimension Travel, Hurt/Comfort, Mentioned Skip Westcott, Past Rape/Non-con, Secret Identity, Homeless Peter Parker, Trauma, Everyone Has Issues, Protective Peter Parker, Protective Dick Grayson, Protective Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, Good Sibling Jason Todd, Good Sibling Dick Grayson, BAMF Peter Parker, Strong Peter Parker, Peter Parker Can't Thermoregulate, Peter Parker Has Trust Issues, Barbara Gordon is Oracle, Not Beta Read, Caring Peter Parker via https://ift.tt/YUP4wcz

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the caped crusader #gotham #dcu #dc #ao3 #ao3feed

[marvelousbutterfly]

Hi, i was wondering if you do something with autistic Peter Parker! I woke up and in between my shoulders, the squishy parts, had a lot pressure that didn’t feel comfortable and i was also warm so I took my shirt and didn’t want to put one back on cause I didn’t like the feeling i had in between my shoulders but i had to cause i got up late for school and a rush a bit. I wondering if you can write peter having the same thing but refusing to pit a shirt pack on!! Sorry if its a lot to ask!

Hello, thank you for the request! I kinda mixed you prompt with some of my own experience so I could write it more accurately. I hope you enjoy this!

Too hot to handle (I'm trying not to melt down)

read it on ao3

Peter woke up early in the morning as usual, ready to start his routine, but before he could get up he noticed he was feeling uncomfortable in some way he couldn't pinpoint. He decided to go over the checklist May had helped him prepare for situations like this, so he reached for the paper on his nightstand.

Am I hungry? Not really.

Am I in pain? No.

Am I nauseous? Hmm no.

Am I cold? Definitely not.

Am I hot? Yes, that's it!

As he read the words, he finally realized the source of his discomfort, and it was not pleasant. Even before he had the inability to thermoregulate due to the spider bite, Peter had been very sensitive to temperature, especially warm ones. He felt awful in the heat, and he hated the feeling of his sweaty skin coming into contact with clothes. He shuddered at the thought.

Still laying down in bed, he could feel the slight sweat on his back as his pajama shirt clang to it, and he let out an upset whine. He stood up quickly and immediately took his shirt off, desperate to get rid of the awful sensation. He went to his wardrobe looking for some light t-shirts that would be bearable in this heat, but nothing was working.

He squealed loudly as he threw the 9th t-shirt he had tried on the floor on top of the growing pile. The noise must've caught May's attention, as she soon knocked on the door.

"Honey, is everything okay in there?" she asked in a calm and soft voice.

"It's wrong" the boy responded, not finding the right words to describe what he was feeling, "it's wrong, I can't"

Hearing how upset he was, May quietly opened the door to Peter's room to make sure he wasn't doing one of his bad stims, and was relieved to see that it wasn't the case. At least, not yet.

"What is wrong, baby?" she asked, and then her eyes found the pile of clothes on the floor by the boy's feet, "Your t-shirts? Are they bothering you?"

"They're wrong" he insisted.

"Wrong how?" May asked, trying to understand what was upsetting him, "Are the textures bothering you?" she questioned, and he shook his head.

"Hot" he said.

It took May a few seconds, before she realized what he meant. The heat, of course, she thought.

"Okay, let's find a solution" she said while looking through his drawer, "Why don't we try lighter tones, like white?" she asked, handing Peter a white t-shirt with a chemistry pun on it.

The boy tried it on, but it didn't feel right. The fabric was clinging to his sweaty skin like the other ones did. It felt like putting clothes on after a shower without properly drying yourself.

He squealed at the feeling and took it off, throwing it on the ground, not noticing May had been folding the other items from the pile.

"Don't throw it, please, let me fold it for you" she said patiently, knowing he was just upset.

She tried handing him other options, but every one got the same reaction from Peter, and he soon started pulling at his hair, dangerously close to a meltdown.

"Please don't do that, honey, you're gonna hurt yourself" May said calmly, trying to figure out what to do. They had been there for about an hour, she realized, so he was already late for school and she was close to being late for work - something she could not afford to do.

"Baby, why don't you lie down with your cooling blanket for a bit, huh?" she asked, heart aching at the sight of the teary brown eyes in front of her.

"School" he said simply.

"I know, but you're already late anyway and I have to go soon. So why don't I call you in sick and you stay here for today?" she suggested, and the boy seemed to be considering the idea, "You're too close to a meltdown, stay home at least for a bit and if you feel up to it I can ask Happy to drive you to school later, how about that?"

Peter pondered the pros and cons in his head before making a decision. He nodded, but still chewed on his fingers in apprehension.

"Okay, baby, let's get you settled. Bed or couch?" she asked, while looking for a piece of chewelry on his nightstand.

Peter shuddered at the idea of laying back down on the sweaty bed sheets, "Couch" he responded quickly.

"Okay, couch it is" said May, taking the boy's cooling blanket and chewelry.

He plopped onto the couch on top of the cooling blanket and May pulled the rest of it over the boy, making a cocoon around him and he sighed contently. She handed him the chewelry and the TV remote, before planting a soft kiss on his forehead.

"You take care, and please call Tony or Happy if you need anything while I'm at work" she said, heading to the door, "I love you"

So Peter spent most of the morning trying to deal with the heat, before he got a surprise visit from Tony, who brought two tubes of ice cream with him. Somehow, the weather became more bearable in the afternoon, so Tony drove Peter to school so he could attend the rest of his classes, both knowing he'd get too upset about skipping school entirely. Peter just hoped that the next day would be better.

#autistic peter parker #peter parker #my fic #butterfly writes #new tag!! #butterfly interacting #butterfly.exe #ask me anything

[name-me-regret]

The Hoodie Borrower - Chapter 10

The Hoodie Borrower Chapter 10: Peter’s Hoodie

Read it on AO3 here.

Summary: Harry is stirring up some trouble, but it’s all for Peter’s well-being... and maybe a bit for his amusement.

- - - -

“I'll face my fear of the evening Once I get used to this feeling I can't sleep That's when you're torn away from me While I'm dreaming I feel you leaving

I'll face my fear of the sunrise When I wake up with your hand inside mine  It's hard to say good morning When it's followed with goodbye...”

~Eyelids - Pvris

- - - -

|Last Sunday|

Peter hurried down the steps of the subway station, dodging people instinctively due to his spider sense. By now he had a really good grasp of it and at times he had to force himself not to react, like when Flash shoulder checked him. Even if these days he wasn’t as harsh as he had once been. Not since... Well, he didn’t like to think of those times.

He barely was able to make it inside the train before the doors closed, making sure not to use any of his abilities due to there always being cameras down there. Peter had learned his lesson on always knowing where there were cameras after being found by Mr. Stark.

After a ten minute train ride, he climbed the stairs to the station right outside Central Park. Peter wasn’t sure why he was meeting Harry here, but he’d messaged him and said for them to meet at around noon by the baseball fields. It was almost noon now and had wore an MU baseball cap, because he was a dork and loved all things Monsters Inc. It was a bit chilly even now and getting colder, so he had worn blue jeans and a long sleeved dark grey shirt.

He had thought about a hoodie, but it felt nice out today, despite his inability to thermoregulate. Peter really hoped the weather didn’t take a sudden turn for the worse, which is why he’d checked and rechecked his weather amp several times. It was just that he had the worse luck and it was likely that the weather would get cold and he would be stuck without a jacket or hoodie.

Peter looked around the ballfields, wondering why Harry had wanted to meet here. Actually, he really wasn’t sure how Harry looked like now. He just remembered that he had brown curly hair inherited from his mom, and he had been slender and a bit pale. Also, that he had been super rich, and still was.

He’d always been the more athletic of the two, having played a bit with their peewee baseball team before moving away. He’d always felt a tremendous loss ever since Harry had left, and anger as well afterwards. Peter wanted to know why Harry hadn’t told him he was leaving, hadn’t at least said goodbye. Now here he was 5 years later, and Harry was suddenly back.

“Pete!” he heard someone call his name.

His head lifted and he saw someone hurrying over to him, slender and taller than him, with his brown hair pinned back, but a few curly strands falling out. And holy shit, he was hot.. like, Peter was having a bi awkening and here was his estranged elementary school best friend, and he was hot and Peter was in trouble.

“H-hey, Harry,” he greeted, cursing his voice as it cracked nervously.

‘Fuck, get it together, Peter. This is your best friend from fourth grade!’

He grunted as the taller boy practically bowled him over in a hug, feeling his face start to heat up. Harry pulled back with a wide grin, as he looked him over. “You look good Pete.” He released his arms and then grabbed him by the face, turning his head from one side and then to the other. “Yup, same dorky Peter Parker I remember,” he laughed.

Peter scowled and batted his hands away. “Rude,” he grumbled. And then he looked up at him, squinting a bit to try and see the same Harry he remembered from fourth grade. He could just see him there, since Harry had lost any baby fat leftover, and he was definitely taller. Hell, he was at least Harley’s height, so 6 or 6’1 at the most.

“You got tall,” Peter blurted out. He wasn’t short at 5’8, but compared to Miles, Harley and now Harry, he felt those few inches on height they all had on him.

Harry laughed, his dimples showing up on his cheeks, and he remembered them very distinctly. Peter felt nostalgic, for those days when things were more simple. And sure his parents had died just before he had met Harry, but he was too young to remember a time when it wasn’t him, May and Ben. Harry had been there almost from the start, had been the only one to see the change in him after... Skip. He had been the only one outside of his aunt and uncle that he’d told what had happened.

So, having Harry back in his life was a big deal for Peter.

“So, what are you doing here?”

“Hey, Osborn, you’re up!”

Harry and Peter looked to where they were having a baseball game. Only now did he notice that Harry had the same baseball jersey as the others, and that it was a familiar jersey.

���Is that a Midtown Tech Jersey?” Peter asked in confusion. The grin he gave Peter didn’t bode well. “What did you do?” He remembered the hijinks that Harry used to get them into, mostly because he’d been a privileged little shit that thought he could get away with anything. Then Peter had been dragged into his craziness and his aunt had put the fear of God into the eight year old. He hadn’t changed right away, but after two years, his Aunt May proved to be a miracle worker, and Peter (and especially their teachers) had been grateful.

“Why Pete, I’m offended. All I did was get a scholarship. I would think you’d be happy for me,” Harry said dramatically, to which Peter rolled his eyes. It was almost like Harry had never left, honestly.

“Yes, I’m so sad for how unfair life is to you,” he snarked back. “A handsome, rich privileged white boy.”

Harry lifted a hand to his chest. “You think I’m handsome? Well, now we have to get married and have smart, rich, white privileged babies,” he said as he grabbed him. “Come on and give us a kiss then.”

Peter laughed as he shoved Harry’s face away as he tried to make good on his promise to kiss him. He wasn’t sure if he was serious or just fucking with him as he usually was. It was hard to believe that he had also been super protective of him when it came to Flash. Peter wondered how Harry would react when he figured out that Flash was going to Midtown and still a bit of a jerk.

After he told his team that he was out for the rest of the game, Harry dragged Peter to have lunch, which he insisted he pay for.

“So, who’s Harley?”

Peter choked on the forkful of food he’d been in the process of swallowing. “Wuh-cough-why are you asking?”

“Is he your boyfriend?”

He was glad he wasn’t eating anything this time as he barked out a nervous laugh. “W-what?! Of course not!” Peter scowled at Harry who smirked at him with an eye waggle. “He’s sorta like a fellow intern at Stark Industries.”

Harry paused as he’d been about to shove a forkful of pasta in his mouth. “Wait, you’re an intern at Stark Industries?” When Peter nodded, Harry shook his head. “The sound of betrayal never sounded so close. My best friend an intern at my dad’s rival company,” he sighed, shaking his head. Then he snatched the plate of cake that Peter had ordered. “I’m taking this as punishment.”

Peter gave an embarrassing squawk as he tried to pull back the piece of double chocolate cake. “Harry, come ooon!” Peter whined with a pout, hoping to convince him with his supposed puppy dog eyes. May attested to him having them, but he had never been convinced and to get double chocolate cake was a good enough reason to try it now. “Please, can I have it?”

Harry cut a bite of the cake as he hummed as if thinking about it, and then turned it toward him as he reached out toward his mouth. “Alright, now say ‘ah’,” Harry said with a smirk on his handsome features that was as charming as it was devious. Honestly, Peter wondered how he was friends with this jerk.

“N-No way,” Peter sputtered, feeling his face starting to heat up. He didn’t want to be fed like he was a baby, or worse still, like this was a date. This was NOT a date... right??

Geez, he was freaking out now.

Harry shrugged as he turned the spoon back toward his own mouth. “Fine, more for me then,” he said, lips opening to eat the piece.

“Nonono, wait!” Peter exclaimed, lifting his hand out as if to stop him from eating it. “I... I hate you,” he groaned as he opened his mouth.

Harry grinned and turned it back toward Peter, feeding him the piece of cake. As he did, he lifted his phone in his other hand, snapping a picture before Peter could stop him. “Now this will make the best lock screen picture.”

“Harry!”

The taller boy just laughed, refusing to delete the picture no matter how many times Peter demanded he do so.

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Ned and MJ in their respective homes were baffled when they received a friend request from someone named THE Harry Osborn.

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|Present day (Wednesday morning)|

Peter huffed as he got a message from Harry, telling him they were having breakfast and to meet him in the upper east end of Manhattan. If he hadn’t been Spider-Man, his aunt might have likely forbidden him to go all the way out there. As it was, he decided to swing over since he woke up late and he knew Harry would be a jerk about it.

“Oh, after so long of being apart, you’re late to our second outing. For shame, Parker,” he mimicked as he swung from one skyscraper to the next one.

’Did you said something, Peter?’ KAREN asked him in her voice that always soothes him to hear it. Now, however, it made him jump since he wasn’t expecting it. Luckily, he didn’t let go of the web. Of course he’d catch himself, but he didn’t want Mr. Stark to be alerted of his heart rate elevating rapidly.

He waved at a few civilians that yelled his name, seeing as they filmed him swinging past, and knew he’d have to be careful that no one filmed him unmasking. The last thing he needed was someone revealing his secret identity to the world. So, he crawled down the side of a water tank when a huge black cloud covered the sun, threatening rain. He hopped down, checked with his enhanced senses for any cameras, and then pressed the symbol on the front of his suit to loosen it.

Peter looked down on the loose suit and thought maybe he should ask Mr. Stark about changing the deactivation switch to something less obvious. He didn’t want to be in a fight and have the bad guy get a lucky shot on and deactivate his suit accidentally. Peter shook his head as he quickly got his clothes on after shoving the suit inside his backpack, all the way on the bottom of the bag, imagining someone purposely hitting the switch during a fight. He was only grateful that the mask wasn’t attached to the suit.

He pulled on his clothes quickly, shivering from the cool air and was so glad he’d thought to bring a hoodie. As he pulled it out, he blinked as he recognized it as the one Miles had lent him a few months ago. Maybe he should return it to him, since he was pretty sure exchanging clothes was a part of dating, and he was definitely not dating Miles.

Well, he had sort of gone on dates with him, even if they’d been sneakily set up by their friends, so they were unofficial dates. Peter hadn’t purposefully gone on dates with him, hadn’t meant to lead him on...

‘Whoa, Parker, calm down,’ he chastised himself, pulling on the hoodie that didn’t smell like Miles anymore as it had the first time he’d put it on. At the time he had thought it smelled nice, so did that mean he thought Miles smelled nice?

“Shit,” he grumbled, slinging his backpack onto his shoulder. He looked around a moment and when he didn’t see anyone, or any cameras filming the alley below, he hopped down to the ground floor from the four story building with ease. Before he’d had trouble making the jump, but he had practiced over and over again, resulting in many bruises and a contusion or two that hurt almost as much as a broken bone, but he’d done it.

Peter hurried out of the alleyway and down the street to where they were supposed to meet, in front of a coffee shop. He wondered why they were meeting in a coffee shop and not a regular restaurant. Hell, he’d be satisfied with some biscuits from McDonald’s. Although, with his new metabolism, he knew it’d take about eight or ten of them to satisfy him. Damnit, he hated being so poor.

He spotted Harry in front of the coffee shop, holding a cup carrier with two coffees (he assumed) and a big bag filled, hopefully, with some muffins of some kind. Peter smelled them before he got close enough for a normal human to smell them and felt his mouth start to water. He’d ate some pop tarts on the way over (and he felt accomplished that he hadn’t dropped either of them on the swing here), but that was a drop in the large bucket that was his stomach. The increased metabolism was the worse part of his powers, well, that and his inability to thermoregulate.

“Hey, what’re you doing? I thought we were eating inside?” Peter said, itching to get into that bag. He could smell the tantalizing aroma even more now, and he’d been right, they were muffins. Also, judging by the size of the bag, there had to be at least eight in there.

“Nah, we’re going somewhere else. Here, hold this,” he said as he handed him the coffees while he took out his phone, to Peter’s utter disappointment. He’d have opened the bag and devoured a muffin immediately. Although, now that he had the coffees in his hand, he realized one smelled strongly of chocolate and caramel.

Peter immediately drank of that one, not even bothering to ask if it was his first. The first sip was heaven and tasted so much of chocolate and caramel, and some cinnamon, which he wasn’t expecting. He was seriously about to have a chocolate orgasm, and he wouldn’t be able to face Harry again.

“Good?”

Peter lifted his face to look at the taller boy, scowling as he saw that smirk again. “I’m glad I made the right choice. From yesterday, you’re obviously a chocoholic, and I remember chocolate milk was your favorite drink in elementary. So, I figured you’d love a chocolate caramel frappuccino with a dash of cinnamon.”

A car suddenly pulled up to the curb, and the driver hopped out, jogged around to open the door. Harry flashed the driver a thankful smile before he slid into the back, and Peter quickly got in when the driver gave him a questioning look. The last time he’d been taken by a driver was when Happy had driven him to the compound, so he felt super awkward sitting back there with Harry.

Finally, Harry handed him the bag, taking his own coffee, and Peter practically tore open the bag. He was disappointed when there were only four muffins inside, but they were huge. Also, Harry only ate one, so that left three for them. “Geez, Pete, you eat like a person twice your size.”

Peter’s mouth was stuffed full of the second muffin, so he could only shrug. When he was finished with the third one, and most of the frappuccino, did he finally notice that he had no idea where they were going. “Uh, so, where are we going?”

Harry had been sipping his coffee, one leg crossed over the other, and he looked far older than he really was. Harry was almost a year older than him, but due to having an overprotective mother, he’d started school a year late. So, while he was almost seventeen now, he looked more like he could be twenty. Harry didn’t dress like a teenager, so that was probably why he looked older.

He set his coffee cup on the drinks stand between them, the backseat obviously expanded for better comfort. “Well, I figured it was time to meet my rivals, don’t you think?” he asked, eyebrow raised.

Peter was confused. “What? R-Rivals?,” he sputtered, feeling his face starting to heat up.

Before he could say anything more, Harry looked out the window. “Oh, look, it’s snowing,” he commented. Peter looked outside, and sure enough, it was snowing very lightly.

“Huh, not rain then,” Peter muttered, since he had thought the cloud earlier had been a rain cloud. He really should have checked the forecast before he left. Peter wasn’t looking forward to swinging back in this, and might play it safe and take the normal way back, maybe. His inability to thermoregulate would likely force his hand.

“Well, you’re gonna need a better coat.” He pulled a bag from the other seat by opening the top part of it. From it he pulled out what appeared to be a fuzzy brown hoodie, there was no mistaking it since he could sort of see that it had a hood, but it zipped up from the front like the one he was wearing.

“Here, I bought you this,” Harry suddenly said with that grin he was starting to distrust, since it was devious. Well, it did look pretty warm, so he took it and put it on. Iit was big enough to go over Miles’s hoodie, so that was a plus. Peter sighed in relief as he started to warm up, since he hadn’t noticed that he’d been shivering slightly.

They pulled up to Central Park a few mins later, and it was starting to snow a bit harder. It didn’t seem to dissuade the people at the park, since there were several of them out and about. As they got out, Harry’s driver pulled out umbrella from the truck that he handed to Harry. The younger man opened it and held it out.

“You’ll have to come a bit closer to share this,” he said with a raised eyebrow.

Peter rolled his eyes and pulled up his hood. “I thought that’s why you got me this?”

Harry’s top lip twitched up as if he wanted to smile, but he didn’t. “Just get under here, Parker. Stop being stubborn,” he said, dragging the smaller boy closer. Peter grumbled but let him do as he wanted, practically pressed to his side and concentrating on trying to keep from spontaneously combusting on the spot.

So, maybe he was attracted to boys. He just had to remember that this was Harry, his friend. He was off limits despite his sudden gay panic (or bisexual panic?). Peter had to keep his head...

Harry wrapped his arm around his waist and Peter’s thought process went out the window as an undignified squeak left him. “Harry,” he grumbled, feeling the heat in his cheeks like a tingling. “C-can you let-“

“Peter?”

Peter‘s head lifted, and was confused (and horrified) to see Miles of all people standing in front of them. Behind him, MJ and Ned were glancing over his shoulder with twin expressions of amusement that led him to believe that they were somehow responsible for this.

“Well, this looks like a party,” a southern voice drawled behind them. Peter whipped around, pulling away from Harry in the process, and saw Harley there. “Here I thought you said you weren’t gay, pretty Peter?” Harley inquired with a raised eyebrow, lips quirking into a smirk. “Nice ears by the way.”

Miles and the other two were busying looking at Peter’s head, having noticed the ears on the hood of the hoodie he was wearing. When he’d turned around to look at Harley, they’d noticed that it also had a round little tail at the end of the coat. All and all, they guessed it was supposed to be a bear hoodie.

“Oh good, you’re all here,” Harry said, yanking a protesting Peter against him. Peter had been busying feeling the offending ears that he couldn’t avoid the other boy’s hand (never mind his Spidey sense, since he didn’t see Harry as a threat), so stumbled into him, causing the taller boy to wrap his arm around his waist. “I’m back in town, so I’ve decided to come out and confront my rivals.” He ducked down and kissed a shocked Peter on the cheek. “Peter’s mine, so neither of you can have him.”

“Harry!” Peter shrieked, his face and cheeks flushed red.

MJ had whipped out a camera almost as soon as they’d walked up, so got the whole thing on video. Miles looked ready to lunge at Harry (and might have if Peter wasn’t currently pressed to his side), and Harley was grinning madly as he made eye contact with Harry.

“Oh, you’re on, city boy,” the southern boy said, brushing off snow flakes from his hair and coat. Harley had barely known Peter two days, but he already liked what he had seen. He wasn’t going to let some friend from Peter’s past win. Also, now that he’d gotten a good look at Miles, he had to admit that it’d be tough going, since he was good looking as well. He was confident that he’d win though, since Miles didn’t seem a straightforward kind of guy, and Harley was.

“I’m not going to lose,” Miles growled, forgetting that Peter didn’t know he had been trying to ask him out. He had to work hard at keeping his powers in check, seeing as some of the snow started to melt from his venom strike forming in his hands. The Afro-Latino boy knew it’d be wrong to attack someone that had no powers, since Miles had decided he wanted to be a superhero. He wondered what Peter would think if he knew he could potentially be a hero. Would it increase his chances?

He quickly forgot about it, since he wanted to win Peter over because he liked him, not because he had superpowers. And Miles was serious about not losing, and knew it was time to stop being subtle and just come right out and say he wanted to date Peter.

Ned, meanwhile, was trying hard not to burst into giggles as he watched his friend stutter a reply. “You think any of them realize that Harry’s straight, and he’s just fucking with them?”

MJ snorted. “I doubt it, and I’m not going to make it easy on them.” She zoomed in on Peter’s face, a smirk on her lips. “Besides, this is much too hilarious to ruin.” She put two fingers to her mouth and gave a whistle. “Hey, how about a group picture?”

“Michelle, stop trying to record my misery!” Peter whined. The other three ignored him and stood in a row, Harley, Harry, Miles, and Peter in front of Harry. He was short enough that they could see over his head, which MJ found even funnier.

It seemed Harry was the latest addition of the Loser’s club, and MJ felt like this the start of a beautiful friendship.

“Dude! Why is everyone here? Is that Penis Parker?!” Another voice chimed in. MJ was hard pressed not to giggle when she saw Harry spot Flash, brown eyes narrowing on the bully, since it would ruin her reputation. She really wanted to as all three boys turned to look at Flash at the derogatory nickname.

Ned has no qualms as he giggled madly, eager to see the bully (who had admittedly backed off some) get what was coming to him.

“Are those ears??”

The Samoan boy was so glad Harry Osborn had come back to New York. Although, he wasn’t sure if Peter felt the same way after this. Well, he’d come around.

Maybe.-

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Ending Notes: Finally, the end! I can’t say I didn’t want to write more of this story. However, I knew if I let it get away from me, it’d wind up a monster and I had only planned to have ten chapters. Harry just added more drama at the end than I was willing to write out. Honestly, my version of Harry is such a showboat, and loves to torment his best friend, even if he would pummel anyone  else trying to do the same. Hope y’all enjoyed this story, I know I loved writing it.

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