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hugs4lifesworld · 6 months

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Never mind - Peter Parker x Stark! reader

Former relationship between peter and reader but it has been bad since Tony died. Reader is friends with Flash and met him before Peter from galas, charity things, and other events. In some ways he knows her better than anyone else. Very little of Peter.

"I can't believe you're really making me go." I grumble to Happy as he half drags, half guides me into the airport carrying my luggage given my refusal to even going on this trip. Happy having heard my complaints, bargaining, and weak threats the whole way continues to ignore me which he has done for the past half hour after simply arguing "Maybe this will be good for you." We make it to the large group of teenagers I call classmates where I am finally released only to be surrounded by my friends. As they chatter away I catch a glimpse of Happy speaking to the two teachers who are chaperoning before leaving. I roll my eyes and sit down beside Michelle knowing I won't get far if I even try to escape.

Before long the last member of the class comes and we go through to our gate. After that we board our plane. Out of habit I follow Flash to the first class area where we both have seats reserved, should we choose to use them. I laugh at him when the stewardess takes the drink from him when Michelle rats that he was blipped and therefore not 21. The two of us are instructed to sit with the rest of the class until after take off. We comply and I end up by Brad and Flash is a few rows back. In the seat across from me is Michelle with Betty beside her. The crew begins their safety demonstration and then we take off.

Flash and I decide to stay with the rest of the class for the time being and he sleeps while I continue the book I have been reading. Roughly half way into the flight I finish the book and am not tired. The cabin crew is also making rounds, checking on everyone so it would be pointless to even attempt to sleep. Looking around the cabin I catch Peter's eyes already looking at me, feelings I have been pushing down bubble and overwhelm me and I have to rip my eyes away. Sighing, I divert my gaze onto the screen in front of me so they don't gravitate back to Peter. 'Might as well' I think before grabbing the headphones and putting them on. I reach forward flicking on the screen and pushing the listening option. Scrolling through I find only audiobooks about The Avengers, some older books about Steve and one on the blip.

I simultaneously feel angry, annoyed, and get a lump in my throat and my eyes burn. Quickly switching to the in-flight movies I hope and pray that it's something different. I quickly find that they are different but this is worse, so much worse.

All I see are "documentaries" on my dad. My breath hitches and the more I scroll through the less I seem to be able to catch my breath. I am startled when I feel a hand on my arm and look to see it's Flash giving me a questioning look and I nod. I know he doesn't believe me but he, thankfully, lets it go for now. I switch the screen off, practically ripping the headphones off. Michelle looks over at me while Betty gasps "Y/n!" causing several members of our class including Brad, Ned, and Peter to look at me which I try my best to ignore.

Just then a stewardess walks by, "Excuse me." I say to the blonde woman who has an incredibly fake smile plastered on her face. I think I catch the end of an eye roll as she turns to me answering, "Yes, how can I help you?". "Do you happen to have any other movies?" I ask her hoping I don't have too much emotion in my voice. Because Ned, Flash, MJ, and Peter are all focused on me but I can tell I failed. "I'm afraid we don't, Miss. I'm sorry." she answers and goes to walk away "How about a book then?" I ask her. With a barely concealed sigh she answers "I'll check." and she leaves. She is back in a few minuets with 3 books. Glancing at the spines I read the titles. Once again they are about the Avengers and the blip, Steve, and my father. This time I don't bother to hide anything, with a heavy sigh and a seemingly exasperated tone I ask. "Do you have anything that's NOT about Tony Stark? A magazine, anything?" I stress. "No, Ma'-" I interrupt "Fine, a sleeping pill then?" I ask snapping at her trying to keep from crying. she scoffs and straitens wiping the fake grin from her plump red lips and narrowing her brown eyes at me. "What is your problem?" She questions me and I shoot back "I just don't want to read or listen to anything about Tony Stark!" I exclaim thankful the two teachers are sleeping and I easily ignore everyone else.

She gapes at me looking indignant "How dare you. Tony Stark was an amazing man who sacrificed everything." she practically yells at me. "Never mind." I huff out sitting back in my seat "I don't want to hear about it. Okay?" I tell her in a clipped tone.

"Tony Stark was the founder and leader of the Avengers! He housed S.H.E.I.L.D. He was an incredibly selfless man who died for the world." She raises her voice slightly becoming more frantic as she speaks. I only hold my tongue for a few moments before I burst. Jumping to my feet "Okay. First, he was not the founder of the Avengers. That was Nick Fury who came up with the original idea and Phil Coulson and Maria Hill helped execute said idea. Second, He was not the leader. Steve Rogers is," I pause "Was. Captain America was the leader. Tony did however pay for everything. Third, He never housed S.H.E.I.L.D, only gave former agents new jobs. Finally, He was an incredibly selfish man." I list off, finishing emotionally and scornfully before rushing away only barely taking notice of Flash angrily send her away to get the head steward and not come back.

Leaning on the sink I heave, trying to catch my breath and not let the sobs out but one escapes.

Then another...

And another.

Crap.

Next thing I know I'm in the hallway between coach and first class and Peter is kneeling in front of me telling me to breathe. The black at the edges of my vision slowly recedes and I can hear Flash shouting at who I assume is the head stewardess. I gather myself and push Peter away and stand. "I'm fine. You can go." I tell him making my way back to Flash and our seats to gather my things before he can say anything. "You and your staff should read the manifest." Flash states as I shoulder my bag. "I'm sorry, sir, but your friend was belligerent and Mr. Stark was a hero." She says trying to dismiss the issue. "If you had read the manifest you would have seen that Y/N Stark was on this flight. If anyone has the right to be selfish, it's her." He bites to her and snatches up his bag, I assume from the sound.

The last thing I hear before passing through the curtain to first class is "She is his daughter after all." and him stomping after me. Throwing ourselves in our new plush seats we sigh and Flash silently reaches over putting his hand on mine and we sit that way in silence for a while until he squeezes my hand. "What's going on in that head of yours?" He asks. My first response is a simple shrug but he gives me a look and I can't help sighing again, "I just still can't believe they made me come on this stupid trip." I tell him. "Maybe they thought it would be good for you." He tells me. "Yeah, right." I reply with a scoff.

"They get five years with him and I ... lost five. Sure, I'm not the only one in the world. No one else got blipped, came back, had to fight, and then watch their dad sacrifice himself." Feeling the tickle of the tears I angrily wipe my face and sniff before continuing, "Then I go home and find my dad married Pepper, which is great and I love her, she is the only mom I've ever known and on top of it I have a little sister." Flash just lets me rant. "Then, I have to go to work helping everyone else. I didn't even get to hug him or tell him I love him." I finally burst and Flash pulls me into a hug, holding me as I cry. Eventually succumbing to my emotions and exhaustion and falling asleep in one of my best friends arms.

A few hours later I'm lightly shaken awake by Flash so he can tell me we will be landing soon. I sit up staring at the floor before whispering "Thank you." to Flash who squeezes my shoulder as if to say "no problem" while holding out my make up bag out to me in the other. I raise an eyebrow at him and he simply said "Parker brought it.". I grab it with a huff and stand knowing I'm going to have to talk to him ... eventually. I make my way to the restroom I had previously tried to gain control in with a new determination but find the door locked. I stand and wait for only a few seconds before the door swings open to reveal Peter. Once he sees me his eyes widen and he slams the door. Okay I think and see Brad coming so I decide to try another restroom to fix my make up so when we land I will appear to be all together, just in case.

It only takes me about seven minuets to redo my makeup and make sure my hair is presentable. Once I finish that I go back to my seat, buckle my seat belt, and wait for the plane to land. "Your teachers want you to disembark the plane with the rest of your class." The head steward appears and instructs Flash and I and I simply roll my eyes while Flash gives a simple nod and she disappears.

"So, why are you pissed at Parker?" Flash asks as the plane slowly descends. "I'm not." I say. "That's bullshit and you know it." He shoots back. With a sigh I try again, "I'm not pissed at him. Why do you think that?". He gives me a look and answers "You two were good together. As much as I hate it. You were happy and now you'll barely even look at him." He points out. "We both have a lot of things to work out ... with my dad and stuff. You know the internship." I shrug. "So talk to him." "It's not that easy." I answer. He just looks at me as we land on the tarmac.

The plane finally comes to a stop and Flash and I join our class to disembark. Somehow I end up by Peter, MJ, Ned, and Betty. It is quickly revealed that Betty and Ned are dating. After a few awkward interactions between peter and I, the whole class exits the airport. With that our trip officially begins.

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voilate · 11 months

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Countdown

Pairings: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Summary: Y/N Stark allowed Quentin Beck to fill the hole that her father left following his devastating death. As the countdown ticks she is forced to either betray her boyfriend, Peter Parker, or her dead dad.

Word Count: 2254

⚠️: Kidnapping, Violence, Blood, Stress

My eyes begin fluttering open at the sound of machines clanking.

“Peter?” I drowsily groan as my vision unblurs. The room is dark and I can barely make out a few shadows that decorate my sight. I take notice of the restraints that tightly grip my stomach, arms, and legs, keeping me glued upright to a cold metal chair.

“Peter!” I gasp, suddenly regaining consciousness. I aggressively flail back and fourth in attempts to rip away from the shackles holding me in place. They grip me so tightly I can hardly begin to struggle before being met with a pressing pain.

“Peter!” The metal against my stomach digs deeply into my skin, making it hard to breathe.

The last thing I remember is walking in on Peter fighting Mr Beck. I didn’t know why they were fighting or what was happening, and had no time to figure it out before..

Suddenly I feel the agonizing pain of a pounding headache spewing through my skull as I recall a drone flying into me. I can’t remember much past that. Distant calls for help, faint screams of my name, and then waking up here are the only helpful details I can pull to the front of my mind.

I look around, desperately trying to adjust my eyes to the unlit room. I’m assuming Peter isn’t here, and i’m hoping I’m alone, which just leaves me to my thoughts.

After my dad passed, Mr Beck was so quick to step in as a parental figure, for both Peter and I. I’ve grown so attached to him so quickly, I can’t begin to imagine what could’ve sparked an argument between my two closet companions.

I close my eyes to help sort my thoughts, and tame the migraine that’s only grown larger from trying to focus in the dark.

Maybe Peter tried to take back the glasses he gifted to Mr Beck. I can faintly remember the details of him telling me he was starting to regret his decision. Everything he so briefly mentioned to me about the situation is a blur in the mess of my current state of mind.

I told him that I trusted Mr Beck, and that my dad would have too, but he was so frantic. I don’t know why I brushed him off so quickly.

I hear the clatter of a light object falling onto the ground, which startles my eyes back open.

“Am I alone?” I mutter lowly after an eerily pregnant pause.

I don’t know if I was expecting a response or not, but a shadowed figure slowly appearing from the dark, creeping into the low light that shines from a far away lamp, I can confidently say I was not prepared for.

“Hello?” I call, awaiting a response, “Peter?”

“He’s not here.” The voice grumbles. “He ran like a coward.”

The man whose voice I’m quite familiar with, steps forward, allowing the light to ever so slightly illuminate his facial features.

“Mr Beck?” I question, “What’s going on?”

“What’s going on?” He echoes, stifling a laugh, “What’s going on, is Peter betrayed me. And left you here to die.”

“What do you-“

“Just shut up!” He orders, and I slam my mouth shut. He quickly kneels on the ground in front of me, taking my shackled hands and looking into the depths of my eyes with intent.

He seems manic. Like he’s actually losing his mind. His eyes bulge in a way that screams danger. If I wasn’t restrained I would pull back, run away from his crazed state and find Peter, but for now I have to tough it out.

“I need your help.” He utters. “I need the code to your dad’s vault. The one on the 29th floor of Stark Industries.”

I bite my lip, confused as to what the hell is going on.

“I know he put his most valued things on that floor because it was a random number,” He continues, “Nobody would think to check any floors besides the top and the bottom. With 29 being the date of your birthday, it was a pretty simple code to crack.”

He pulls away, shaking his head after being met with my thoughtless eyes.

I know what he’s talking about. I know what secrets lie behind that vault, and I now realize what’s going on.

For years my dad warned me of all the enemies who would be out to get him. He told me stories of encounters from the past and predicted things that would happen in the future. My dad was no idiot, but it turns out I am. I curse myself for not seeing the signs sooner. The signs that Peter definitely caught onto, and literally spelled out for me. I don’t know why Mr Beck is doing this, and I don’t know how I fell for his lies, but I’ve been professionally trained by Iron Man for a situation like this.

Act dumb.

If I don’t know what he’s talking about, which would be highly plausible in a situation such as this one, there’s literally nothing he can try and force out of me.

Playing clueless is how I go home without a bruise on my body, and it’s the easiest game to play.

“Mr Beck,” I sigh, allowing my voice to break, “I don’t know what you’re-“

“Oh, save it.” He groans. “Did you really think I expected the daughter of stubborn ass Tony Stark to give in immediately?”

I stare at him blankly.

“No. I didn’t. I played the long game. I grew close with you and your boyfriend, stepping in at perfectly timed moments, waiting months, trying to work anything out of either of you, but to no avail, “He looks up as if recalling a memory, “and now we’re here. Tears begin to form in my eyes, and I pray they don’t fall. I trusted Mr Beck. I confided in him and let him fill the hole that my fathers death left behind just for his own selfish gain. “Do you really think, after months of planning, and even more months of pretending to give any shits about you and Peter, that I would throw it all away in an impulsive heat?” He chuckles. “Everything has been thoroughly thought out to the bone. So I ask you again,” I hear the clink of a knife being pulled from his belt. “What’s the code?”

I don’t look at his dagger. If I do, he’ll sense that i’m contemplating wether or not to tell him. But I don’t know anything, so there’s nothing to decide upon. I stare into his eyes, my vision blurred by my glossed pupils.

“I don’t know anything.”

Slowly, he lifts the tool to my face, pressing it against me cheek.

Part of me doesn’t believe he’ll actually do it. Like he somehow really does care for me. As if he’s being driven by a filthy greed that almost everyone has hidden deep down.

That was my first mistake.

He swiftly slashes across my cheek, leaving a stinging sensation and the trickling feeling of gushing blood.

“I know you think this will all work out. Like if you don’t tell me anything you’ll walk out of here alive, but you’re wrong. If you really have nothing to tell me, you no longer serve me any purpose, therefore I can kill you.”

Exasperating a sigh, I close my mouth stubbornly to symbolize the lack of information I’m willing to give, and look to the floor, which results in a quick slice of the knife.

I wince, trying not to think about the blood slipping down my neck and onto the tight lavender dress Peter had picked out for our date night.

“What’s the code to the vault?” He repeats.

“I don’t know.”

He grabs the collar of my dress, slowly dragging his knife all the way down to my thighs, leaving my body exposed and a long red liquid spewing where his knife opened my dress.

He looks up at me, clearly searching for a reaction that I don’t gift him. He angrily wraps his legs around my thighs, taking a seat on my lap. At an antagonizing pace, he begins dragging his knife from my eyebrow all the way down my nose and to my cheek.

Then down my arm repeatedly, as if solely in spite of me.

“Someone will come for me.” I spit the blood that had trickled onto my lips and into my mouth onto his already blood stained shirt. “Peter will find me.”

He chuckles, slowly rising to his feet and walking to a nearby table. “He left you.”

The tears that stream down my face and fall into my lap aren’t for the pain that he causes me, but for the memory of our relationship. The guilt that I feel after letting him replace my wonderful father. Dad would never stand by and let this happen, and I’m not going to either.

He fidgets with a few tools on the table before settling for a high tech remote. I hear the sound of a button being clicked before a projector lowers from the ceiling.

I stubbornly lift my sunken gaze to see what the screen is for. It goes static for few seconds, before flickering to a countdown screen.

“2 minutes and 30 seconds remaining.” A monotone voice reads.

“You see that?” He questions, “I know you’d do anything to protect the people you care about, including endure hours of torture. That part was just for my enjoyment.”

He motions to my cloth less body.

The screen shines brightly, illuminating the wide, cocky smile plastered on Mr Becks face, “If you fail to tell me what I want to know about your dads safe before the timer goes off, a video will broadcasts across every public television screen in new york city.” He pauses as if trying to build suspense. “A broadcast that will expose Spider-man’s identity.”

For a split second, my face falls, and his smile brightens.

“I-“ I stammer, looking at the screen in shock.

Is he bluffing? He has to be. But his face reads otherwise. He proudly stares up at the screen, almost as if he hopes I don’t give in so that his genius, perfectly executed plan can come to life.

“Two Minutes remaining.” The voice reads.

I think about Peter. My boyfriend. My best friend. I know Mr Beck is lying, and that Peter didn’t really leave me here, but Tony was my dad.

I close my eyes in remembrance of what I’ve lost. How my dad spent those years trying to bring Peter back, and got himself killed in the process. How I lost him long before he was really gone. All for Peter.

“What would he do?” I foolishly ask myself.

He wouldn’t be in this position in the first place. He would’ve caught on to Mr Beck the second he walked into the picture. This is all my fault, and Peter shouldn’t have to pay for my mistakes. He would save Peter.

“30 seconds remaining.”

I open my eyes and watch the screen, watch the seconds slowly inch down. A tear escapes my eye, and I don’t bother hiding It’s clear i’m upset, my facade has fallen.

He slowly inches towards me, placing his hand ‘comfortingly’ on my face and using his thumb to wipe away my tears. “What’s it gonna be?”

My eyes are filled with furry, though my voice doesn’t reflect it as I calmly reply. “I hate you so fucking much.”

“I knew you’d come around!” He smiles, walking to the other side of the pitch black room. I see a number panel light up, as he looks to me expectantly.

The timer continues to rush down, now reading 18 seconds.

“0212912001” I recite quickly through clenched teeth.

I faintly hear the clicking of him inputting some numbers.

“Your birthday?”

“My birthday.” I mumble, allowing a tear to roll down my cheek.

Beep Beep

The machine confirms, illuminating a green light as he turns back to me in astonishment.

“Didn’t think i’d tell the truth?” I coldly stare at the timer, as my tears continue to fall.

“No.” He says shortly, rushing to see the projector, “I honestly didn’t think you’d be so weak.” He says it like a passing thought. As though he planned to say it in confidence but was too worried about something else that was going on.

“Six.” The tedious voice reminds.

“Giving up your fathers most important life changing inventions?”

“Five.”

“To protect your boyfriend?”

“Four.”

He laughs, shaking his head. His voice again laced in conceded confidence “Pathetic.”

“Three.”

“Turn it off!” I cry, trying to break free of the restraints that hold me.

“Two.”

“It’s scheduled to upload. The countdown isn’t what controls when. I could never have stopped it.”

“One.”

As if on command, the screen changes to a video of a bloodied Mr Beck, presumably immediately after his fight with Peter. I quickly send him a glance and notice he’s wearing the same outfit as in the broadcast.

“I don’t know if I’ll make it out of this

alive-“ I hear clanking and fighting in the near distance behind the camera, “Peter Parker is Spider-man.” He pants,

Peter is then brought into frame. He’s in his all too familiar suit, but it’s torn, bloodied, and his mask is nowhere in sight .

“No.” I mumble.

“And if you’re seeing this… he’s killed me.”

The screen goes dark and my heart plummets.

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aurora-starwars · 1 year

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Preventing The Worst

Pairing: Peter Parker x fem!Stark!reader

Summary: reader prevents Peter from giving the E.D.I.T.H. glasses to Quentin Beck

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: None <3 Can be read as platonic or romantic

A/N: Self indulgent fix it fic? Another old one from the drafts

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“What do you think, kid?” Quentin Beck asked after Peter Parker’s insistence on him trying on Peter’s ‘EDITH’ glasses, and Quentin’s reluctance to put them on. Peter watches his new mentor as he looks around wearing the gift from his former mentor and father figure, Tony Stark. As Peter thought about his late father figure and his inheritance of the high tech Stark glasses, he thought about the question that has been on his mind since he got the glasses, why did he get them? It was only when he looked back at Quentin when Peter Parker Parker was suddenly hit with realization.

“"Next Tony Stark, I trust you."” Peter mutters faintly, seemingly sorting something out.

“"For the next Tony Stark, I trust you."” Peter repeats confidently.

“What?” Quentin questions.

”Mr. Stark left me a message with those glasses: "For the next Tony Stark, I trust you."”

“I'm still not following. How many lemonades have you had?” Quentin jokes, not seemingly understanding what the young Parker is saying.

“He knew every mistake I ever made, okay? So he must've known that I was not ready for something like this.”

“Why would he give it to you?”

”Because maybe he didn't trust me to have EDITH, he just trusted me to pick who should. It makes so much more sense. He always knew I would do what's right. And he's not gonna give them to Fury because Fury would give himself EDITH.”

”Aye, you're probably right about that.”

“Right, so the world needs the next Iron Man. And it's not gonna be me. I mean, I'm a 16-year-old kid from Queens. It needs to be an adult with some experience and that's good, like Tony Stark, like you.” Peter looks up at Quentin in hope.

Quentin, visibly perplexed, shakes his head and immediately removes the glasses from his face.

“No. Peter, come on. No.”

Peter grabs the glasses and activates E.D.I.T.H.

“EDITH?” Peter asks.

“Hello, Peter.” The E.D.I.T.H. AI responds.

**”**Hi. Yeah... Um, I'd like to transfer control over to Quentin Beck.”

“Peter, what are you doing?”

“Doing the right thing.” Peter says confidently.

“Any transfer will require confirmation.”

Mysterio holds back, evidently not eager to take control of the glasses.

“Stark gave you the glasses!”

“Stark gave me a choice. It's my choice to make, okay? And I'm gonna make it. You're a soldier, a leader. You stopped the Elementals. You saved my life. You saved the world, okay? He'd want you to have them.”

Beck remains silent, now somewhat resigned.

”Waiting for confirmation.”

“Confirm.” Peter confirms with a new found sense of confidence.

Peter takes the glasses off of his face and as he moves to pass them to Quentin, a hand intervenes, grabbing the glasses from Peter’s hand.

“Stark Override.” The voice is so familiar to Peter that it only takes a beat for him to register who it belongs too. The one and only, [Name]Stark; his best friend.

“Hey! What are you doing [Name]???” Peter asked accusingly. He had just figured out what Mr. Stark wanted him to do with the glasses and now she takes them?

“EDITH transfer control to [Name]Stark.” [Name]continues, seemingly ignoring Peter’s words.

“Transfer complete.”

Peter just looks at her with his eyebrows furrowed and an annoyed glint in his eyes. Quentin Beck, on the other hand, had balled his fists and was staring daggers at the young Stark girl.

“Why did you do that [Name]? And how did you know I was here?” Peter asked incredulously, standing up.

“Do you even know who he is?”

“Yes. Quentin Beck.” Peter looks her dead in the eye before whispering. “Mysterio.”

“No, not that. Did you know that he was a scientist working on the highly advanced "illusion tech” for Stark Industries?”

“Well no, but–”

“Did you know that he did not like that we ended up using the tech as device used by therapists?”

“No.” Peter started to rethink what he knew about the man. Was he really like this? Was he ever going to tell him? If he didn’t want Mr. Stark to use the tech for therapy, what did he want to use it for?

“But he is not a bad guy!” Peter defended. “He has been helping be defeating the elementals!”

[Name]looked at Quentin with a look Peter could only interpret as a death threat. Scratch that. Promise.

“Another thing,” [Name] started, before looking back at Peter Parker. “This man, he has no powers. And guess what? There are no elementals! None, that you have fought at least.”

“What!? But we fought them! I felt them, they ruined property, and put people in danger and you are going to say they weren’t real?!” Peter’s mind was spinning, confusion was flooding his mind like when the elementals flooded Venice. Or didn’t flood Venice. What was happening?

“Peter, those were real, they just weren’t “elementals” as this man has seemed to put it.” [Name]stated as she pointed her finger right in the face of “Mysterio”.

“Did you really think you would get away with it? You put all of those people in danger, for what? More of the tech, a chance to get Peter’s glasses? What did you really want to do with them?”

He doesn’t have powers? How was [Name] here? How did he fight things that weren’t there? Why has he been so kept out of the loop? Didn’t Quentin put an effort in to deny the glasses?

“It doesn’t matter now. You have stolen tech from Stark Industries and have used it to cause harm. You are under arrest.” As she said it, about a dozen agents stormed the bar and arrested Quentin Beck and several others in the bar.

“Peter Parker you have been manipulated and if you know what’s good for you, you will go back to where the rest of our class is and go confess to MJ or whatever, okay?”

Peter looks around aimlessly, trying to get a grasp of what just happened.

“What you’re just leaving me like that? What the hell just happened?”

“Peter, please tell me you don’t actually think that Tony Stark gave you to the glasses because he wanted you to find the next Tony Stark.” [Name] watched Peter with a soft and sad gaze, all Peter could think is how much he miss Mr. Stark.

“I- I just wanted to make him proud.”

“Peter Parker, you were like a son to him. You have no idea how proud he was of you. That is why he gave you the glasses. He trusts you.”

“He was proud of me?” Peter asks carefully.

“Of course he was proud of you. He knew how smart and worthy you are. Now, you are not getting these glasses back until you know that you are already worthy of them. Goodbye Peter.”

“Goodbye [Name].”

A/N: Let me know if you liked it! Or if you wanna see more!

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tonystoy · 9 months

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“Oh god, baby. Keep going going, gonna cum in that pretty mouth of yours”, Peter felt his nose touch his pibes both of them moaning, Peter breathing through his nose as he took the man’s cock all the way down his throat. “Oh god!”, he yelled out as he came, spurting his load into the boys mouth, breathing heavily

Peter took his mouth of the man’s cock, sitting on his haunches underneath the desk, “Oh Peter”, he said as he reached down for the boy, lifting him up and seating him in his lap. “Give me a kiss sweet cheeks”, he pulled the boys head in for a kiss, tasting his own load in the boys mouth. “Always tastes better when it’s from your mouth, honey”

“Mr. Beck, each day you just keep getting better and better”, Quentin chuckled, “How many times I gotta keep telling you, call me Quentin when we’re alone like this.” “Like this”, being after school, all the teachers on this floor were gone, the others on the other floors were either observing detention or staying behind to teach kids who are struggling in class, giving them more help. That’s the excuse Quentin and Peter use, Peter just needs more help in history

Of course that was a lie, ever since they first made out in the janitor’s closet during one of Peter’s class, causing him to miss half of it, they decided they needed their own time. So Peter purposely started to fail history so he would get approved the stay after school with Quentin. Other students were failing too, but Quentin would give them the easiest of assignments that would boost their grades

Today was an extra special day, Peter wore the skirt and panties that Quentin bought him. It wasn’t unusual for boys to wear skirts at Peter’s school, some in lower and higher grades did so, so Peter blended right in. It’s just that Peter wasn’t wearing any safety shirts underneath, so Quentin had to pretend he didn’t hear the comments the boys made about Peter’s ass, or how he’d see from the corner of his eye some guys sneaking touches. He only explicitly said something when someone tried to take a picture, and they’d be sent straight to the principals office

“And I told you, calling you Mr. Beck just turns me on even more”, Peter said with a smile as he rubbed his cheek against the man’s beard. Quentin snaked a hand down to Peter’s ass, going underneath the skirt and squeezing the boys perky bubbles butt that was just thinly covered in lace. “My boy looked absolutely amazing today”, he said as he placed a kiss on Peter’s cheek, “Didn’t mind what the boys said, or if they touching. But if you see one of them try to take a picture like earlier, or worse”, Quentin huffed, “You find out their names and coke straight to me, baby. Got that?”, Peter nodded

“When you get like that”, Peter shivers, “God it’s just so hot. Your muscles flex, your voice gets lower”, Peter kisses the corner of the man’s mouth. “Reminds me of our Valentine’s weekend date, remember that?” Oh how could Quentin forget, Peter told him that his dads Tony and Happy would be out for a business trip the whole month of February. So Quentin’s decided to take his boy out on a date the weekend before and after Valentine’s Day, they went out of state, ensuring that no one would figure out who they were, and Quentin pampered Peter the entire time

They went shopping, had romantic dinners, of course they disguised it as a father and son outing, which only turned them on more. Whenever they went to lingerie stores, Peter was a blushing mess, knowing what story Quentin used, a helper coming up to them and asking if they needed help. “Why yes we do! My son wants to buy his girlfriend something really special, could you help us out?”, the lady giggling at how Peter was

They stopped by at the hotel they were staying at and changed, they were going to go to a restaurant, some place downtown of the city they were in and it was casual like any other restaurant. So Peter decided to wear a skirt and a crop top, on his longer ones so nobody would question them, but still short enough to make you want more. Quentin wore a tight tshirt and jeans that made Peter’s mouth water

Since it was Valentine’s Day weekend, they still had their decorations up, tables set up to make for a romantic atmosphere. And during dinner, the two of them quietly declared their love for each other, making sure that no one could hear them. When they finished, they decided to walk back to the hotel, the city being busy and filled with people, and it was a 30 minute walk so they decided why not

They walked side by side, when a group of men passed them, and they pay them any attention until they heard a wolf whistle and Peter felt someone grab his butt from underneath his skirt. He stopped in his tracks and turned around to see who it was, and saw a guy wink at him while his friends laughed. Peter immediately told Quentin what happened, and they turned right back around as they followed them. Quentin grabbed the man from behind and asked him if he liked touching underage boys, the man immediately being and scared and apologizing, saying he didn’t know he was underage, “So you like grabbing random people’s butts huh?”, Quentin barked, the man shaking his head no. Quentin could’ve let him off easy, but where was the fun in that? He let the man go, and yelled “Don’t touch my son ever again”, and punched him. The man immediately was knocked out and they walked away as they heard his friends trying to wake him up

When they got to their hotel room, Quentin sighed when he suddenly felt Peter jump on him and began kissing him. Quentin’s was surprised but then quickly kissed back, the two of them moaning as they made their way to the bed. “I think… I’m ready”, Peter said, and Quentin could’ve died a happy man. Peter was a little shit and always teased him during school hours, leaving the man rock hard and having to use his imagination when he got home. “Oh god baby”, Quentin said as he began to tear off his clothes, taking off Peter’s shirt, leaving him in the skirt and panties

That night, they both more times than they could count, moaning and screaming out each other’s names. Experimented with dad and son stuff because of Quentin, Peter eating out Quentin after he noticed how much Peter would grab it when they were in missionary. And when Quentin took off his shirt, oh god he could’ve came in that instant. He’s only seen his shirt raised up a little, but seeing it completely off, it was magic. He was as hairy as a bear, abs hiding underneath them, and glorious delicious pecs, he knew about the pecs but it was something else when he was shirtless. After they were done, they both fell asleep together, Peter wrapped in Quentin’s arms

“Oh god how could I forget baby? It was when I took your virginity”, Quentin’s chuckled as he kiss the boy. “How many times have I played with your ass after that?”, Peter asked, and Quentin thought for a second, “I think since then, you’ve played with my ass every time we’ve fooled around.” Peter chuckled, placing a kiss on the man’s mouth, “By the way, you have to start wearing tailored suits, it’ll show off your body in amazing ways. Especially that bulge of yours”, Peter giggled as he stood up and stretched

“I have to go”, he said, and Quentin’s made a noise as he brought him closer, raised his shirt and began kissing his stomach, “C’mon, my parents are here to pick me up”, Quentin’s just grunted as licked the boy’s stomach and let him go, “So this weekends?”, Quentin asked, “My parents still think that I’m going over to a friends house, so everything’s going according to plan”, he giggled. Peter leaned down to kiss the man goodbye, making his way to the front of the school and exiting, where his dad’s were waiting for him in the car

Peter got in, “Hey Peter”, Tony and Happy said at the same time, “Hey daddy, he pops”, Peter said as leaned to the front, Tony turning his head to kiss his son, tongue slipping into his mouth, both of them moaning. They separated and Happy scoffed, “That’s not a kiss, this is”, Happy held the boys face gently as they kissed, it started slow, then slowly began to get hot and heavy, Peter moaning as he felt his cock stir in his panties once again. They separated and Tony rolled his eyes, “Always trying to make everything a competition”, Happy just smirked, “Just like you’d did this morning. But who cares, let’s get home cuz damn that got me going”, Happy said as he grabbed and squeezed his bulge

Peter smiled as he shook his head, “Yeah daddy please hurry, I missed you guys”, Peter said as he reached over and squeezed Tony’s bulge, he let out a strangled moan, “Seatbelt Peter”, and he sat back in the middle seat and put on his seatbelt, looking between the two of them and decided to tease them, he sat up slightly and shimmied his way out of the panties, and threw them onto the rear view mirror, there they hung as he was now wearing nothing underneath his skirt. “God Peter”, Happy said as he took them and breathed in, moaning, giving it to Tony and he did the same

Peter loved his life

#spiderio #quentin beck x peter parker #peter parker x quentin beck #starker #starkercest #tony stark x peter parker #peter parker x tony stark #happyspider #happyspidercest #happy hogan x peter parker #peter parker x happy hogan

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happy74827 · 2 months

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I forgot how good this movie is 👀

Song: Pathetic — Society

Movie: Spiderman: Far From Home

Character: Quentin Beck/Mysterio

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starkerbee · 2 years

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I've been thinking a lot about a Peter who is just absolutely starved of affection. May isn't around a lot. When she is, she's too tired - from work, from trying to repay the debts she owns, from trying to keep Peter on the straight and narrow - to really give him that care that he needs so desperately. Maybe they move around a lot, preventing Peter from making friends his own age. And so, Peter finds affection elsewhere.

Quentin Beck came as an unannounced savior. He's so sweet for Peter, so kind. Their interests tend to overlap, and even when they don't he doesn't mind listening to Peter ramble about whatever it is that he's excited about this time. It's innocent at first. Peter sees him as a friend, the only friend he has. When Quentin starts complimenting him, on Peter's smile, how soft his hair looks, how pretty and long his legs are, and how beautiful his moans must sound, Peter just smiles and nods along. He ignores the pit of wrong wrong wrong wrong that forms in his stomach.

Quintin gets more and more possessive. Talking about how Peter is his, and his alone. Peter walks home with a boy from school one day - just a friend, nothing more - and is rewarded by being called a "disgusting, two-timing slut" by Quentin. Peter doesn't know what to do. He's grateful for Quentin, he truly is, but he can't shake the feeling that he should be scared of the older man.

Maybe Peter's resolve breaks one day after another tirage of abusive words from the person who's supposed to be his friend and decides that he needs to do something. He goes to the police and explains his situation to the kind officer that's assigned to him - knowing that Quentin would kill him for speaking negatively of him, let alone to the police. Peter's attempt is in vain. Quentin hasn't hurt him, not in any way that counts according to the law, and since Quentin hasn't touched him in any way that's inappropriate either, there's nothing that the police can do for him.

Not officially, at least, is what the officer tells him later that night - having taken it on himself to secretly take Peter's address from the database at the station. But just because the police cannot help him doesn't mean that Officer Stark will not do everything he possibly can to keep Peter safe.

And Peter? Well, he's just so grateful.

#starker #tony x peter #tony stark x peter parker #starker imagine #starker fanfiction #starker fic #ironspider #iron man x spider man #I’m having to get used to writing for these two again #so I’ll probably do more of these short little blurbs #Quentin beck x Peter Parker #is there a ship name for them?#quentin beck #spiderio

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hoffmanstits-enjoyer · 8 months

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Victor, trying to bond with his girlfriend's weird friends: how's this week going for you?

Quentin, suffering from severe Peter-withdrawal: please, don't make me think about my life

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barnesify · 2 years

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omega peter who lives and works in an omega cafe (kinda like a cat cafe, i guess?) business men hold meetings there, spend some time with adorable omegas and drink coffee, makes business deals much less stressful

any alpha (though personally i prefer bucky) visiting with work and finding peter irresistible, constantly returning to see him and becoming super jealous when he returns one morning to find him serving another customer, decides to try and convince peter to leave his job and live with him

This is so messy but here you go!!

It’s a busy day today, Peter thinks as he watches a group of well suited business men enter the establishment. Most are middle age, with beards and beer bellies. Other’s are well fit and young. Peter doesn’t mind either one. It’s his job, and he’ll always commit to it, no matter what an alpha looks like.

Peter really does love his job. He get’s doted on by alpha’s, tipped well, and he gets to wear the prettiest dresses as a uniform. Who wouldn’t want that?

One of the men who walks in catches his eye. One he’s never seen before. He has long hair and stoic eyes but one of his buddies pats his shoulder and he receives a smile in return. Peter dusts himself off as the men seat themselves at a wide table and he ushers over with mugs and coffee. There’s 6 men in total, three on each side, including the man with the long hair. Peter catches his eye for a moment before clearing his throat.

“Hello, I’m Peter, I’ll be your server today.” The omega smiles wide, filling each mug with coffee and grabbing his little notepad. “Will you be getting anything to eat today, or do you all need a moment?”

One of the alpha’s closest to him smirks and reaches his hand out to touch his hip. There’s no rules against touching, as long as the omega is okay with it. And lord is he okay with it. Being a college omega with barely any income means that he’s constantly touch starved. So he gratefully let’s the alpha pet him. “I think we’ll be needing a moment, sweetheart.” The man with a goatee grins and presses his hand against the small of Peter’s back.

The men coo at Peter and he blushes prettily for them. Eventually all of them want a turn at smelling and petting the omega. So he comes around the table, finally stopping at the man with dark hair and dark eyes. Peter can’t help but feel shy. He leans down onto his knees and presses his head against the alpha’s thigh.

“Aren’t you the cutest?” He coos, voice coming out in a rough, soft tone. The alpha gently reaches down to pet his soft curls. “Peter. Pretty name for a pretty ‘mega.”

Their meeting ends swiftly. Peter doesn’t want them to go, but he sees the long haired man come up to the cash register with a card in hand. “I hope you had a good time today..” The omega smiled, taking the card and swiping it to pay. The name on the card reads, ‘James Buchanan Barnes’ and Peter smirks a little. “..James.” Peter winks and hands the card back.

The so called ‘James’ just chuckles and takes the card. “Call me Bucky.” He says instead, his teeth flashing dangerously. “We had a wonderful service. You definitely made it all the better. Sweetest scent I’ve ever smelled, darlin.’” The petname sends shivers down Peter spine as he swallows.

“I’m glad. Come back again soon!” The omega calls, and then the alpha is gone.

Bucky has been coming everyday for the past week. At first, it was with his work buddies, but now he comes alone. He always requests Peter. And Peter is always at his beck and call. They spent each and every morning together, while Bucky eats breakfast and sips coffee. Bucky opts that the omega eat too, despite Peter denying him. Saying, “Bucky, I’m not allowed!” but he sneaks a few bites of his pancakes anyway.

They chat about anything and everything. About how Peter is still in school, at NYU, learning about Engineering and Astrophysics. How he barely has enough money to make it through the week without skipping meals. How he’s drowning in debt. But the good things, too. How Peter has two friends named Ned and MJ. And how Flash is ‘sorta my friend, but he pretends we’re not.’

It reminds Bucky of when he was young. Of when he and Steve used to eye pretty girl omegas on their way to school. But it’s different now. Steve’s been gone for 2 years already. Bucky vents about how lonely he is. How he lives alone with a cat named Alpine and too much money to spend all by himself.

Which is why Bucky feels infuriated when he walks into the Cafe one morning, looking for Peter when he spots him over by the booths. Sitting with some alpha that Bucky’s never seen before. It makes his blood boil and he walks to the counter. “Can I request Peter?” He asks, like he does every morning, but the young woman at the register gives him a sympathetic look.

“I’m sorry, sir, but he’s booked for this morning. I can book you for tomorrow, though?” The woman responds kindly, but Bucky won’t take no for an answer.

He stalks over to the booth, trying to keep his rage concealed when he sees the possessive grip the unknown alpha has on Peter’s thigh.

“Peter.” Bucky says, trying to force a smile but it comes out as a weird grimace. The alpha doesn’t look much older than himself.

Peter looks genuinely surprised as he gazes at Bucky. “Oh, Bucky, I’m sorry, I’m booked for this morning. I—I didn’t even know this gentleman had booked me the day before.” He explains hastily, and Bucky can tell he isn’t lying.

“Bucky, is it?” The mystery man smiles and squeezes Peter’s thigh. “Hello. I’m Quentin. But you can call me Beck.” Beck reaches out his hand to shake Bucky’s but the alpha ignores it. Who the fuck does this guy think he is.

Peter smiles, painfully oblivious at the tension between the two alpha’s.

“Peter’s mine.” It comes out in a rush of words. Bucky immediately regrets it as soon as he says it. “Shit— no, I meant— I booked him for this week. He’s not— not my omega.” Bucky shakes his head and his mood instantly saddens when he sees the pout on Peter’s lips.

“Bucky.. I’m in the middle of work. Can you please leave until later? You’re interrupting.” Peter says, and despite his words, his voice is so soft and gentle that Bucky almost crumples to his knees. What has he done? Peter isn’t his omega. This is just what he does for work. He’s sure he chats up alpha’s all the time, as long as he can get a good tip. Bucky feels angry with himself for ever believing that he felt something more.

So alas, Bucky leaves the two, and comes back later to see Peter washing up. It’s late, now, the sun is going down and Peter looks tired. The man clears his throat, “Peter, I’m sorry about earlier—“

He’s cut off by the look on Peter’s face. Tears filling his eyes as the omega rings his cloth nervously. “I was so scared. I didn’t know where you were— I’ve never seen that man before in my life. He started talking to me like I knew him.” The omega hiccuped and Bucky’s heart breaks.

“Oh. Oh, darling,” Bucky walks around the counter to engulf Peter in his arms. The poor boy sniffles and buries himself there. “I’m sorry. I should’ve— should have done something. I felt so bad. I felt so— angry. Jealous.” The alpha admitted and kissed Peters temple. “It’s not safe for you here, if that guy keeps coming back. Please. Please, I’m asking you now, Peter Parker, will you please be mine? I can take care of you— provide for you, I can go to work and you don’t have to.”

Peter lets out a soft sob and Bucky can feel him nod against his chest. Suddenly, his dead heart feels warm. All those memories, of Steve leaving him— he forgets. He feels safe and full of love for this little omega right here in his arms.

“I want to be yours.” Is the next set of words he gets, before soft lips are crashing against his.

#winterspider #winterspider fic #peter parker #bucky barnes #bucky x peter #peter x bucky #asshole quentin #beck sucks #tony stark #slight starker #omegaverse #omega cafe #omega! peter #alpha! tony #alpha! bucky

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