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shield-agent78 · 9 months

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Educational Desire

Parring: Debbie (OC) x Steve Rogers, Debbie x Bucky Barnes, Debbie x Peter Parker

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1833

Warnings: NSFW, professor/student relations, language, flirtation, alcohol use, light BDSM, foursomes, voyeurism, oral sex (female and male receiving), anal sex, fingering, vaginal sex

Summary: Debbie is a college professor working within the Avenger’s compound. Her classes are usually full of cadets needing to learn another language. However, when Peter, Steve and Bucky decide to take her class, their reasons are far from educational. Can Debbie let down her guard, allowing herself to find the man or men of her dreams? Will the guys make a play for their professor?

Chapter 3 of 6

A/N: Special thanks to my wonderful beta readers and support system @sapientesgladio and @annaofthenorthernlights All characters in this story are over 21.

Created For: @julybreakbingo / location alleyway @julybreakbingo / lace

@pparkerbingo / fingering N1 @ultimatechrisbingo / role play O1 @anyfandomgoesbingo / public sex G4

Debbie slaps her alarm off with her left hand. “It’s ok, it’s ok that was mine. Freak I’m going to be late.” She is up in a flash headed to her ensuite. “You, um, asked me to bring you here.” “I have aspirin. If you need a ride in it’s not a problem.”

Peter stands up stretching and checking out his surroundings. "Yeah, I need my ride. Why am I…, not gonna question anything. I'm Peter. Where are my clothes?”

Deb opens the bath door, exiting in a smart red and black short summer dress. “I’m Debbie but you can call me Deb. You kind of saved me last night from a creep at Joe's. Oh! Here are your clothes.” She hands the folded items to him. “Anyway…” Ooo and hello handsome. Did you know she likes you? By the way, you are single, right? Need help to sober up? Ask him.

Peter looks her up and down, checking her out properly with a half sober smile. "Fuck, you're that hot language teacher. Good news, the ride to work I need is not a detour. " He begins to get dressed. "I should get drunk and stay the night more often.”

She blushes red from the neck up. “Um yeah… thanks. You want some coffee? I mean, you're hot yourself and Avenger and you probably get that a lot. I better stop rambling now.” The inner goddess rolls her eyes as Debbie moves into the kitchen to fix coffee.

"I do science work for them and fight some bad guys., I don't get that as much as the others, you know hiding behind the mask and such. Oh, and I keep track of contacts." He wanders into the kitchen, keeping his eyes on Deb.

“Then the women must be blind.” She offers one to him with cream and sugar. “Sounds like a very important job to me.”

"It gives me time to learn things while I'm working too though, that's how I ended up in your ass I mean class."

Deb laughs nervously sipping her coffee “I’m sure you don’t want to really take my class. It’s just a foreign language, nothing special.”

"I have the homework in my glove department in my car." He finds his phone checking its location. While he does he can feel her eyes wander over his body checking him out. Pete places his phone back into his jean pocket.

“They didn’t register you under Peter Parker…” Deb states nonchalantly while placing her mug into the sink. She mentally goes through the roster. “Wait — they registered you under James Dean and your friends under Humphrey Bogart and Tony Curtis.”

Peter nods, "Yeah, agents, am I right? Gotta make sure no one knows who's who except who."

“True, for um security, you know, to keep you safe.” Her inner goddess facepalms. For protection, how about that? Are we 12?

"Do you mind if I take a cold shower? I think I need one. Do I have time to?"

She checks her watch. “Ahum, as long as it’s a quick one, you’re good.”

"Alright, one second. Which way to the shower?

“Oh! The last door on your left. Through the master. Towels and washcloths are beside the shower and there is soap and stuff…” Debbie blushes, rambling. “Of course you, um, know where to find me if you can’t find anything.” She gives him a shy smile. He knows what a shower is and why aren’t you joining him NOW? While Peter is showering, Deb questions how not to make a fool of herself when he returns. Ok, keep calm. Make sense. Formulate a complete sentence and hey ask him out!

He goes for a sobering ten-minute shower. Debbie’s heart races as Peter strolls into the living area in dark stonewashed jeans hanging low upon his waist. She can’t take her eyes off him. Her cheeks heat as she stares at the small water droplets slowly skidding down his body. Damn, this man was gorgeous! She bites her lip, watching the water droplets slip past sculpted pecs. towards a heavily carved v-line. Pete tosses his shirt onto the back of a bar stool, as he continues drying his face and hair with one hand he walks into her and she feels one hand brush against her ass. Deb freezes as Pete removes the towel slipping on his shirt. He bends down leaning close to her, clearing his throat some. Their lips only centimeters apart. "So, do you want me to drive, or do you?" His hazel eyes focus on hers. Kiss him and then fuc... Yep, he needs to be… oh my god…. Tell him to touch you all over.

“I um can’t refuse a sweet offer to be driven to work by a fine guy so um yeah, can you drive,” she shudders. He pats her ass, moving her out of the way to get his jacket. Debbie somehow moves to grab her bag and keys. Desire flows through her body as Peter ushers her out the apartment door, shutting it behind them.

Deb follows him to his car, hanging on his every movement. He opens the passenger door for her. “Thanks.“ She smiles up at him sliding into the seat. Pete leans over, fastening the seat belt for her, his shoulders brush hers.

The ride is quiet for a few minutes until they come to traffic. Sexual tension could be felt in the car even without spidey sense. “Do you enjoy it here in New York? I just moved here last year, from the south.” Deb tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.

Pete flashes her a smile. “Yeah, the women are pretty, works crazy." He turns his head towards her. “Any chances of one of those kisses from last night?

“Yeah, keep talking and I think you just might get one.”

"Oh? What if I asked nicely?" She would say yes…

“I would say yes,” it comes as a whisper. Thank you! Finally. “Thought you didn’t remember last night well.”

"I don't remember much of last night," he corrects her, tilting his head to the right, leaning his body in to meet hers. He kisses her. It's a weak kiss, nothing like last night, but as soon as he moves up, there's a red light. Peter holds her face, kissing her so deeply that he only stops because the car behind him honks.

She is breathless by the time the kiss is over. “Wow—um, we need to do that again soon,” her face blushes red. At the next light, it’s her turn. Deb cups the side of his face kissing him deeply, leaving no doubt there is chemistry. Another driver speeds past, screaming about the two getting a room.

He's holding her thigh now as they drive. As soon as Peter sees a chance, he pulls over into an alley killing the car unbuckling. In a flash, Debbie’s seatbelt is unbuckled, and he is rolling her skirt up.

“We um we um are going to be um late,” she stutters as her inner goddess gets popcorn to watch the porn flick now playing out in the car.

He gives a slight chuckle. "I don't care," he kisses her, pulling her into his lap facing him.

She immediately places her hands on his biceps. “Pe--ter,“ she moans softly as his large hand travels higher up her thigh. His touch makes it hard to think while her heart races.

He plays with her ass for a moment before getting his large hard cock out, resting it on her lace-clad pussy, while kissing her neck. "I'll make sure we aren't too late." His long fingers push the intrusive lace to the side. He runs his index finger over her folds pushing it into her pussy just for a moment. Deb whines needily. Peter smirks, removing his finger and placing it up to her lips. Her bubble gum tongue wraps around it humming in approval tasting her arousal on him. She lets go with a small pop. He looks at her as if she is the only woman in the world perfect enough to be in his arms.

She raises up slightly so he can enter. Her eyes blown wide with desire. Pete gives her a small sexy wolf smile, moving the lace once more to the side as he makes her his. Breath is overrated because he has just taken hers. She kisses him, tasting his mouth. Moaning slightly as she does. Her hands run under his shirt, needing to feel his taut muscles and smooth skin.” Oh--- fuck — you feel so good.” She wants to feel more, has to feel more, for if she doesn’t, it is as if the world will stop around them.

He breaks the kiss only to pull his shirt over his head, tossing it into the back seat. Deb pulls her dress off her shoulders, bunching it at her waist. “Mhm—Touch me — “she begs him “All over,” Peter smirks, running his calloused fingers from her thighs to her smooth stomach. His hands stop at her breasts, pinching the nipple of each, giving them ample attention they deserve. Soft wet tongue latches upon the left, swirling around the areola as Deb’s head is tossed back. Her hips rock, pushing against her lover’s as fingers press into her hip.

Pete brings the other hand to her throat, slowly kissing her, letting out little moans as she bounces in his lap, hiding anything above his breath. Kisses become more heated as she whimpers into his mouth. Her hands run up his chest as she bounces, finally resting upon his muscular biceps for stability. Pete moves his hands from her throat to her ass, spanking it as they fuck. She's hot and he's trying to get lost in that.

Her hands are all over his body as well, caressing it, pressing her fingers into his skin. He was hot and sexy…. Not including the best kisser. Deb moans out Peter’s name as they fuck. Praising him for how well he is touching her. There is not a place that’s off-limits to the two of them. Her lips are all over his neck and body, kissing and nipping.

Pete tries to pullout, but he doesn't want to be anywhere except deep inside her fucking her. As if they had been lovers for months, or perhaps even years. He kisses her softly as he melts under her, cumming, needing more of her. Her walls tighten around his cock, her breath hot on his skin. It takes several moments for both to come down from their orgasms. He tucks Deb’s head into his shoulder, stroking her hair with his right hand.

“Damn that was..wow,” is all she can mutter. The inner goddess fans herself as she picks herself up off the floor where she had melted.

Peter smirks, holding his lover close. "Yeah, it was… We got a class to get to, but I don't mind taking you home afterward."

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whenstarkerwillbecanon · 4 years

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“You’ll make it. I believe in you.”

“I love you, Pete.”

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timeisacephalopod · 6 years

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Company Twitter

Random lil superfamily AU (with stony and Peter as their kid).

Tony sighs, leaning into Steve’s warmth. “We need to talk to Peter about running the company Twitter,” he says. He thought hey- Peter is young, he knows how to market to people his age, and unlike some random forty year old suburban mom of three he’ll know how to interact with the site in a way Tony’s generation just doesn’t understand. Its genius really. The problem is that Peter is a little too good at casual. Its not that SI is getting bad press, its the opposite really and people actually think its him running the Twitter account, but Peter should probably maybe not respond to people with reaction GIFs.

“What’s he doing?” Steve asks, raising an eyebrow.

He has no idea how to word Peter’s weird responses. “Okay, I’ll give you an example. So someone tweeted the company talking about some difficult customer and long story short the woman was a real jackass. Peter’s response? ‘Girl, they need to throw the entire customer out’ with a trash emoji. He can’t tell people to throw customers out,” Tony says.

“If she was a jackass to the employee they should throw the whole customer out, Tony. Workers shouldn’t have to put up with verbal abuse- Peter is right. And also hilarious,” he says, laughing a little.

“Yeah, but like people like this are the minority, right? Like this doesn’t happen a lot? I still don’t think you should tell people to throw customers out.” He has a business to run, he can’t just throw people out that’s not how things go.

When Steve starts laughing, like genuinely laughing, he figures he’s wrong about the shitty customers being in the minority. “Honey I did a brief stint in an SI call center for tech support and let me tell you nine out of ten calls are irate people pissed off that they’re too goddamn stupid to figure out the phone they got for zero down and they feel entitled to an immediate solution. I had one lady tell me three minutes was too long to find a solution. Three minutes, Tony, and half that time was verifying who she was. Shitty customers are the norm and until you work customer service you just don’t get how hard that job is.”

Tony frowns, “I don’t think its that hard. I mean in a store you’re just ringing people up basically, that’s not that difficult,” he says.

Steve gives him A Look, the one he gets when Tony has said something particularly stupid and Steve wants Tony to know how stupid what he said is. “I can guarantee you will last five minutes or less in a customer service job Tony, you’re shit with people and have no patience. Emotional labour is a person you don’t know and if you aren’t good with it you can’t do customer service well,” he says.

“I think I’d do fine,” he says, nose in the air.

Steve snorts, “yeah, let me know how many people you deal with before you think Peter’s ‘throw the entire customer out’ solution is the right one,” he says, patting Tony on the head. Which, rude, and he will prove that customer service is not that hard.

Peter sits with Kate, the current supervisor of the SI store Tony decided to test his customer service skills in, eating pop corn. He happens to know her from school though she’s a few years older than him and graduated last year but he couldn’t have chosen a better person for commentary than Kate Bishop. “You know he wasn’t that bad at first,” she says wistfully as Tony quickly becomes worse at trying to deal with people.

“Its been a fast devolution,” Peter agrees. Dealing with people who generally know what they’re talking about? He’s fine with that because he’s enriching existing knowledge, but a person who has no idea what they’re talking about? He’s less good with that. He and Kate have found he’s ok at explaining things to people who don’t mind listening, but has zero patience for people who don’t know what they’re talking about and think they do. And he has even less patience for people who straight up have no clue what’s going on and a device already.

Kate nods, “but watching him tell a customer that he ran a diagnostic and the problem is a user error will forever be the highlight of me working here. I wish I could get away with that,” she says.

Peter snickers, “the look on his face when that lady asked what a home button was, though.” He’s never seen Tony look like he genuinely wanted to die before but in that moment Peter watched him pray for death.

“I think his mentally shorting out when that woman locked herself out of her StarkPad for thirty years was my favorite,” Kate says.

“Not when he got annoyed when the PoS system crashed for the third time today?” he asks. Because that’s so in his Top Ten Favorite Moments list. And its so hard to choose them when Tony’s so expressive that every time someone says something stupid he basically turns into that white guy blinking meme.

“Okay that was pretty funny, but the polyester uniform tops that,” she says.

Peter laughs, “oh my god, right? How does he not know?” And he’s spent half the day whining about it being itchy.

They turn back to watching Tony, who clearly thinks the woman he’s talking to is utterly stupid, before he shakes his head. “Okay, you know what lady- I’m just going to be honest. I don’t have enough education to deal with your brand of stupid and I have two bachelor’s degrees, four masters degrees, and seven PhDs. Do you understand how absolutely-” Kate shoves him out of the way to deal with the now pissed off lady.

“Sorry, he hasn’t had his Snickers today and its made him bitchy, he’s very fired. So if I understand correctly you’re having trouble turning the device on?” she asks quickly, clearly trying to calm the woman’s nerves.

“You can’t fire me, I’m the CEO of the company,” Tony points out.

Kate gives him a look, “honey, you might be a genius inventor but you obviously aren’t good with people or you wouldn’t have told someone you just insulted you were the CEO of the company she probably hates now and I can’t blame her,” Kate says though Peter knows its for the woman’s benefit.

“You should consider yourself lucky your employees aren’t as awful as you,” the woman says, obviously vindicated though Peter is half shocked Kate didn’t get that computer tossed at her. He’s seen Ned deal with worse and with less reason to be angry.

Twenty minutes of Tony curiously watching while earning dirty looks from the woman he insulted later he lets out a noise of disbelief so loud the whole store turns to look. “I want to die,” he mumbles and Peter was wrong, his soul didn’t die earlier, it was only wounded. It only died just now.

Steve watches Tony throw himself on the couch in obvious despair and he turns to Peter, grinning. “Did it go as badly as I think it did?” he asks.

He nods, “he made one woman straight up abandon the company and the two thousand dollar laptop she brought in,” he says, laughing.

“She didn’t know it needed to be charged,” Tony mumbles, lifeless eyes staring forward at nothing. He frowns but Peter explains.

“Okay so she was having trouble turning the computer on but she was explaining it terribly so dad’s all ‘I’m not educated enough to deal with how stupid you are’ and Kate somehow saved his ass but then it turns out the computer wasn’t turning on because it needed to be charged and for some reason this woman didn’t realize computers need to be charged and I think dad died inside, I’m worried for him,” Peter says, giving Tony a concerned look.

Steve can’t help it, he’s had to work shitty jobs where he gets asked stupid questions his whole life until meeting Tony. Its just too good not to laugh at, the CEO of a company realizing that maybe his workers are doing a difficult job and maybe they aren’t wrong for not wanting to deal with preventable bullshit. He can’t resist laughing, its just too funny. Tony turns his dead eyed stare to him and Steve lets out a loud snort. “I’m sorry baby, its just that your suffering is hilarious and chicken soup to my previously poor soul. Now do you think your workers should be able to throw customers out?” he asks and Peter frowns, confused about the context they obviously hadn’t mentioned to him.

Tony goes back to staring at nothing. “I had someone ask what the home button was, Steve. I can’t go on living with the burden of that knowledge.”

“Well honey, now you know that your workers have to live with knowledge like that all day every day and that’s not even the stupidest thing I’ve heard as far as tech questions. Do you realize its not an easy job to deal with that now?” he asks.

“I’d throw myself off a building if I had to work that job. People who don’t know computers need to be charged shouldn’t be allowed near technology,” he mumbles.

Yeah, not false really but people who have no tech ability will always buy tech and someone has to deal with them and contrary to Tony’s previous beliefs that’s pretty difficult. “Now let your workers throw out assholes since you can’t even handle people with stupid questions let alone irate customers,” Steve says.

“Oh he did that, but mostly with insults,” Peter says.

“And here he thought throwing people out was bad business,” Steve mumbles.

“Michelle told me about one time a woman got mad at her- she works in a fast food place- and a woman popped a squat, took a shit right there on the floor and flung it at them all. People are animals,” Peter says, looking haunted. Literally but Steve doesn’t mention that because Tony looks disgusted.

“There is no way people have done something like that in an SI store,” he says.

Steve snorts, “ten bucks says Florida has had something worse happen in its stores,” he says and Peter laughs.

“Everything weird happens in Florida,” he agrees. “Its America’s armpit.”

Peter sighs, “we need to ban dad from the company, I’m tired of old people tweeting the company and complaining about that time he called that woman dumb. Like yeah he was wrong but also he was right, he just shouldn’t have said it. And I can’t respond to them in meme because they don’t speak that language and I’ve issued like four apologies,” he says.

Steve laughs, shaking his head. And Tony thought Peter was the problem here. “People have tried, honey, but he’s like a cockroach- impossible to get rid of.”

“Am I going to have to do this every time he does something dumb?” he asks and Steve nods. “This is the worst job ever except maybe Michelle’s,” he mumbles.

“You get a yearly wage that’s higher than what I made for four years woking full time after I adjust for inflation, kid. And all you do is tweet and apologize when your father does what he always does. You don’t want the job I’ll take it,” he says. He knows how Twitter works and he’s sure he can talk to the youths. He manages with Peter just fine.

Peter frowns, “do you even know how to work Twitter?” he asks and Steve sighs.

“Why is it that you and Tony think I’m bad with tech, I’m not!” But they act like he’s crawled straight out of the nineteen forties or something.

“Pa, you can’t even figure out the coffee machine,” Peter says and Steve throws his hands up.

“Tony made that damn thing too complicated! Coffee is supposed to be simple but you have to hit like five hundred buttons to get the damn thing to work!”

“There are only three buttons on the machine, pa, the problem is you. Please stay away from the company Twitter, the only thing worse for SI than dad is you. I love you both but no.”

#stony #steve x tony #fanfiction #writing #alternate universe

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hymn2000 · 6 years

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Freeze - MCU AU Fanfic - C3

(Title subject to change)

Previous chapter(s): 1 2

Story synopsis:- When a burst gas main destroys everything and leaves Peter with nothing, the Stark’s take him in. Thrown together by necessity, they then need to try to keep it together and build a new life. Devastated by loss, Peter doesn’t make things easy for them, and Loki and Tony struggle with their own grief and the responsibility of having someone completely dependant on them.

Chapter description:- Peter struggles to adjust to his new school and home life

Chapter warnings/themes: character death, hurt/comfort, trauma, grief, depression/mental health issues, bullying

Relationships: Frostiron (Loki x Tony) (romantic), Tony and Peter (platonic), Loki and Peter (platonic)

From the same AU as Called To Be A Rock

Chapter 3 - Please Stay With Me

Peter wasn't best pleased when Tony grabbed him under the arms and pulled him onto his lap.

"Alright kiddo, I know" Tony said, hugging him close. "First days can be tough"

"You don't know anything!" Peter cried, burying his face in his chest.

Tony sighed. The door creaked and Loki came into the room.

"Have you been asleep?" Tony asked uncertainly.

"I'm having a flare up; leave me alone" Loki sat beside him on the bed. "How was school?"

Peter lifted his head. "It was horrible! I hate it there; I'm never going back!"

"Don't be silly, Peter" Tony said. "You have to give it a chance. You'll be fine once you've settled in"

"I'm not going back and you can't make me!"

He struggled off Tony's lap, only to be grabbed and pulled onto Loki's.

"Please don't make me go back there!" he wailed, burying his face in Loki's chest. "I hate it!"

Loki rubbed the boys shaking shoulders. "What happened?"

"It was so horrible. Everyone already knows each other and it's all different and I kept getting lost"

"It will get better, kiddo" Tony said. "You'll make friends, you'll get used to the routine, and you'll find your way around. You just need to give it time"

"I don't want to! I want to go back to my old school!"

Tony sighed irritably. "Peter, we've been through this I don't know how many times: it's not possible for you to keep going there. How many times do you need me to say it?"

"It's not fair"

"It's not raining either"

Peter raised his head. "Let me go back!"

"Peter, darling, you know full well that it's not a viable option" Tony said firmly.

"I don't care! If I can't go there, I'm not going to any school!"

"Peter, you're being ridiculous. Everyone struggles on their first day. I understand you're upset, but you're just going to have to grin and bear it. You'll settle in. You'll be fine. We'll support you. Stop crying now"

Peter cried harder, if only to make a point.

"Why don't you talk us through everything that happened today?" Loki suggested.

Peter shook his head and slipped off Loki's lap, pushing passed Tony and flopping back onto the bed with the pillow over his face. Tony and Loki looked at each other, sighed, and stood up. Maybe the kid needed a bit of alone time.

Peter kicked up one hell of a fuss in the morning, shouting and screaming and lashing out at Tony and Loki as they tried to get him ready.

"Would you please just give it a rest?!"

"No! I'm not going and you can't make me!" he threw himself down onto the bed like a toddler and shouted.

Tony finally snapped, pulling him to his feet, grabbing him by the shoulders, and shaking him.

"You're being totally unreasonable! You're going to school whether you like it or not, do you hear me? This isn't easy for us either, you know"

Peter buried his face in Tony's chest and howled.

"God, give me strength!"

Loki intervened, allowing Tony to escape for a breather, and in his absence (with a lot of force) he managed to get Peter to wash and dress and go through to the kitchen. The boy refused to eat, and since they were behind schedule, Loki didn't try to force him. He shoved Peter's bag onto his back, pulled him to his feet, and - much to Peter's dismay - marched him out of the house and down the road.

Like he often did now, Peter felt sick. Loki stopped at the gates, and the look on his face told Peter that if he tried to run, there'd be trouble. He had no choice but to go in, and it was just as horrible as the day before, if not more.

By Thursday morning, Peter knew his way around. He'd figured out the system: G classrooms were on the ground floor, F classrooms were on the first floor, and S classrooms were on the second floor. While it solved one problem, it brought on another.

More often than not, they had to wait outside the classroom until the teacher arrived. Once Peter stopped being late, this was an opportune time, with no people of authority about, for the rest of the students to torment him. This morning, as he reached the classroom for first lesson (2G - RE), he was shoved hard from behind. He landed heavily on his hands and knees, his bag thumping him hard on the back for good measure. It caught him completely off guard, and for a moment he was too surprised to do anything. Once he realised what had happened, he sat back on his heels, trying to ignore the whoops of laughter filling the corridor. Using the wall to support himself, he pulled himself to his feet and leant his back against it, keeping his head down in hopes that no one would notice the tears in his eyes. It didn't work.

"Everyone stand back: the faucet is leaking again!" Ryan shouted, spreading his arms out as though guarding the people behind him.

Everyone squealed and rushed over to the other side of the hallway. Peter was used to being left on the sidelines now. They called the usual jokes about crybabies and floods and burst pipes. That last one always struck sore. They didn't know how his aunt had died, and he knew they weren't referencing gas mains, but it still reminded him of it.

He thought about the expensive silk handkerchief in his pocket, gifted to him by Loki. He used it at home, but never here. They laughed at him even more when the tears got too much and he had to scrub his eyes with his sleeve. Bringing out a silk embroidered hankie would yield not only more laughs, but also more ridicule. He knew that. He couldn't use it, but it was still a comfort knowing it was there.

It was PE after break. Peter had kit now. He was relieved to find it was a type of uniform - generic black PE shorts with a school polo top. He didn't trust the boys in his year, so he got to PE early, before the bell rang, and got changed while no one could bother him. He made a point of sitting close to the desk where the teacher took the register from, hoping people would leave him alone.

It was tennis again. They joined up with the girls, two couples to a court, and the teacher assigned partners, which was a relief. Peter was put with a girl called Rudi. Peter wasn’t bad at tennis, so he thought he’d just be able to get lost in a rally.

How wrong he was.

“I’ll serve” Rudi snapped, going over to the other side of the net.

Peter stood at the other side, racket poised at the ready. Rudi dropped the ball and hit it hard, so that it sailed high over the fence, and landed in the middle of the playing field.

“Go and get it, then” she said, and immediately turned and started chatting to the girl next to her.

Peter lowered his racket. He wasn’t surprised, not really, but it still hurt. He made his way to the playing field, taking his time. He had a bit of a cry while he searched for the ball, knowing no one was watching. He returned to the courts and sat down on the ground by the fence, bouncing the ball up and down with his racket. He didn’t bother attempting another game with Rudi: he knew it would be pointless.

At the end of the lesson, Peter was faced with another problem: getting changed again. He really didn't like the idea of getting changed in front of everyone. There weren't any changing cubicles, so there was no privacy. He bit his lip, wondering how best to overcome this issue. He could wait until everyone else had left, but then he ran the risk of people from the next group walking in on him.

He didn't have his wits about him. It wasn't until he was back in the changing rooms that he realised the obvious solution was to go into the toilets and get changed in a cubicle there, which he did. Mercifully no one else had the same idea, and no one followed him. Another problem solved, he supposed.

It was English next. Peter had been dreading it all week. The teacher was already there when they got to the classroom. Still, he waited till last to go in. The teacher looked less than pleased to see him.

"You've decided to show up on time today, I see" she said, looking down her crooked nose at him. "So you're not as thick as you look"

Everyone laughed, and Peter could feel his face burning. The teacher smiled, and surveyed the room.

"There's a place at the back. Take this" she forced an exercise book into his hands. "And sit down"

Peter made his way to the back of the room. The room was set out like all the other classrooms, in rows with a break down the middle. This back row was hardly a row at all: just a single table next to the wall and the window looking out onto the corridor. A boxload of poetry anthologies took up much of it. Peter put them in a single pile on one side of the desk, took a chair from the stack by the other wall, and sat down as close to the wall as possible. He looked down at his pink exercise book, got out his pen, and wrote his name and the subject on it. He didn't write the teachers name, because he didn't know it. He didn't care to know it either: she obviously didn't like him, and he didn't think much of her either.

Peter leant against the wall. After a while he stopped listening, and looked out of the window. There wasn't really anything to see, just the occasional student going by on their way to the toilet. Still, it was better than listening to the lesson. His book remained untouched on the desk. The teacher didn't seem to notice, and if she did, she certainly didn't care.

Peter had looked at his timetable so often he knew it by heart already. It was lunch next, and then Maths. He was looking forward to that. He'd heard a lot of people say Mr Jacobs was harsh and strict - or words to that effect - but Peter had found himself quite liking him last time. He hoped his memory had served him correctly.

Lunch came and went. Peter spent it by the late registration office, playing Tetris, just as he'd done all week. He found himself feeling very nervous as he approached room 4G, just in case things were different.

Mr Jacobs was more hands-on this time. They were doing a 'recap lesson' as Mr Jacobs put it, and everyone groaned when he said it. Peter was intrigued. The recap lesson consisted of Mr Jacobs writing simple addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division sums on the white board, and picking someone to come up and solve them. As the lesson went on, the sums got harder, and less people were putting their hands up. Mr Jacobs tapped the white board.

"Come on, you dosey lot! There's nothing hard about this! I've taught you countless methods to work out these sums. Think about it! Four hundred and seventy six, multiplied by nine hundred and twenty three. One of you needs to give it a shot"

Peter knew how to solve it, but there was no way he was putting his hand up. He suddenly became horribly aware that Mr Jacobs was looking directly at him. He held the whiteboard pen out to him.

"Peter, you can do this one"

Everyone groaned and whispered. Peter stood up reluctantly. He took the whiteboard pen, trying to pretend no one else was there, and went over to the board. The sum took him just shy of three minutes to solve. He wrote the final answer, underlined it, and stood back, turning to Mr Jacobs.

"Exactly right! Four hundred and thirty nine thousand, three hundred, and forty eight. Not exactly hard now, was it, class? Good work, Peter" he smiled at him. It was the first time Peter had seen him smile. "You can sit down now"

Peter handed the pen back and went back to his seat. For a moment he felt pretty good about himself. Mr Jacobs turned to write another sum on the board, and while he was doing it, someone passed a note onto Peter's desk. Peter hesitated. He knew he should ignore it, but he unfolded it anyway.

'Filthy little crybaby know-it-all'

It was childish, Peter knew that - but it was still horrible to read. He screwed the note up in his fist, stood up, and went and threw it in the bin. If it hadn't been for the furious tears in his eyes, it may have looked like he didn't care. Mr Jacobs usually shouted at anyone with the audacity to leave their seat without his permission, but he didn't say anything. Peter returned to his seat, the phrase; 'Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me' racing through his mind.

The phrase was a liar.

The last lesson of the day was science. Biology. The teacher pointed Peter in the direction of the spare seat in the class, and Peter’s heart sank when he saw who it was next to. He swallowed hard and sat down, trying not to look at anyone.

“Yuck. What did I do to get stuck with you?” Ryan spat, moving as far away from him as possible.

Peter pretended he hadn’t heard, and wrote his name and the subject on the front of his new workbook. He only had to get through the next hour, and then he could go home. He tried to content himself with that fact.

The horror of independent work that seemed to be prevalent at this school reared its ugly head again. The teacher sat at the desk not paying attention to the class, which meant all of Ryan’s crew were able to give him their full attention.

“Why do you never say anything?” Ryan demanded.

Peter kept his eyes on the diagram in front of him.

“I said, why do you never say anything?” Ryan repeated, elbowing him in the ribs.

Peter gripped his pen tighter. He was always about two seconds from tears at any given moment, and he knew if he looked up things would get worse, and he didn’t need to cry in front of this lot again, not properly. Tears got enough ridicule, and they weren’t in a hurry to let him forget about Monday’s English lesson incident. He added another label to his diagram.

Ryan growled. “Hey, are you deaf or something?”

“He’s a wasted effort, Ry” someone said. “He’s probably not got a high enough IQ to know how to speak”

People seemed to like that comment, and it sparked a general round of laughter and suggestive discussion on how they could use it. None of their conclusions were very successful. ‘No IQ Nobody’ was the best they could come up with. Peter couldn’t help thinking how low the IQ and mentality of some of these kids must be.

“Is being useless contagious?” Ryan asked no one in particular. “Or is it genetic?”

“Don’t know. Wouldn’t take the risk” Rudi said from a few tables over. “Might be something in the air”

Peter bent his head low over his work. His eyes were filled with tears so everything was blurry. Try as he might, he couldn’t block out what everyone was saying. He knew it was stupid, he knew it was childish, and he knew they were just trying to get a reaction, but that didn’t make hearing it any easier.

“- never knew humans could be vermin until this week-”

Peter gripped his pen so hard he felt the plastic crack under his fingertips.

“Hey crybaby, what’s it like when no one in the world wants you? You don’t belong here. Obviously you didn’t belong wherever it was you used to be either, otherwise you’d still be there. SO, what are you for? You’re just a spare part, aren’t you? He’s nothing, isn’t that right, guys?”

Everyone immediately agreed. A tear splashed onto Peter’s worksheet, followed by another, and another.

“Woah, everyone stand back! Take cover, get your umbrellas out; it’s happening again!”

Peter started crying properly. He put his pen down and covered his face with his hands. Ryan and his friends fell about laughing, high-fiving each other. The sound of Peter crying caught the teachers attention.

“What’s going on over there?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about it, Miss” Ryan said, waving a hand dismissively. “It’s always at it”

“Peter, step outside” she said, and went back to her papers.

Peter stood up shakily and left the room. He sank into a chair in the hallway and sobbed into his hands. He wanted to go home. He wanted to go back, back to his old flat with all his old stuff. He wanted to be back at his old school. He wanted to be back in a time when he could get back from school and find May in the kitchen. He wanted to go back and hug her as tight as he could. He wanted her so much. Thinking of her made him cry harder still. He wanted his aunt. He missed her so much.

At some point, the biology teacher had brought Peter’s bag to him. Peter hadn’t really noticed. He’d gone quiet by the time the bell went. He didn’t look at anyone as the class came out of the classroom and wandered off in little groups, ready to go home. Once they were all out of sight, the teacher came into the corridor and stood in front of Peter.

“I see you’ve calmed down a bit now” she said.

Peter didn’t respond.

“Don’t look so down. I know starting a new school is tough, but you’ll soon get used to it”

Peter didn’t believe her.

People were still milling about when Peter walked out of the school and made his way towards the gates. He felt hollow and tired. He just wanted to go back to the Stark’s and crawl into bed.

“Yo, Parker!”

He was shoved hard from behind, and he landed sprawled in the gravel, scratching all up his arms and ripping the knee of his jeans in the process. He heard Ryan’s familiar jeering laugh behind him. He refused to look back. He pushed himself to his feet, sucking his breath. His arms and knees hurt rather a lot. Ryan grabbed him, turning him round so he was forced to face him.

“What did you do that for, Useless?”

Peter turned on his heel and continued on his way to the gate. He walked fast, even though it hurt. Ryan and his gang didn’t follow, and as soon as he was out of the gates, he ran until the school was out of sight.

Tony wasn’t happy when he saw the state of Peter’s jeans.

“I only just bought those”

“Oh Tony, leave him alone” Loki said. “It’s obvious he’s had a fall. Come here, sweetie, let me see to you”

Peter sat at the breakfast bar and let Loki tend to him. It didn’t look anywhere near as nasty once the blood had been washed away. His hands and arms were grazed, and he’d cut his knee, but it wasn’t anything serious. Loki still fussed though, as he always did.

“Loki, he doesn’t need you babying him”

“Yes I do” Peter said, holding his arms out for Loki to hug him, which he did.

Tony set a plate down on the breakfast bar. “Eat. You’re shaking”

“It’s the shock” Peter said. “From the fall”

Tony wasn’t convinced. “Eat. I’ll be down in the lab if you need me”

Peter waited until he was out of the room, and pushed the plate towards Loki.

“No” Loki said. “I told you yesterday: I’m not covering for you again”

“Please?”

“No”

“Fine”

Peter stood up, taking the plate over to the bin and emptying the contents into it. Loki frowned at him.

“You’ll get a bollocking if he finds out about that”

“‘If’ being the operative word here. I’m going to bed”

“Oh no you’re not” Loki said, grabbing hold of him. “You heard what Tony said yesterday”

“I’m tired. You’re tired too, I can tell”

“Peter-”

“Well it’s not fair! Why aren’t I allowed to sleep after school, but you’re allowed to sleep whenever you want? How is that fair?”

“I’ve got M.E: I need to rest. You know that”

Peter pouted. “Were you gonna have a nap now?”

“I’ve got to look after you”

“No you don’t. I’ll come and lie down too, ok?”

“No. Don’t give me that look!” Loki sighed irritably. “Alright, fine! But if Tony catches you, I’m telling him you weaseled your way in after I was already asleep”

Peter nodded. “Deal”

Peter snuggled up against Loki’s chest, feeling pretty pleased with himself. Loki was going through quite a bad flare up, and as a result, he wasn’t really up to the fight, and so Peter got his own way more often than not.

Peter felt tired all the time now. He didn’t have much energy, which was a result of both his mourning and his absent appetite. Sleep always sounded like the most desirable option, but nighttime was always tough. He’d spend ages lying awake, thinking, and when he did eventually fall asleep, he was plagued with nightmares. He hadn’t told Loki and Tony any of this, but he had realised that when he fell asleep during the day, especially beside one of them, he didn’t have nightmares. Tony said he’d ruin his sleep schedule by sleeping during the day, but considering it was the only peaceful sleep he got, Peter was willing to take that chance.

Tony pushed open Loki’s bedroom door.

“Oh good, you’re both in here”

Peter opened his eyes. “He’s asleep”

Tony sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing Loki’s shoulder firmly and giving him a little shake.

“Loki, time to wake up now”

Loki did wake up, whining and rubbing his eyes, feeling quite disorientated. He turned onto his back, looking up at Tony.

“What?”

“I need to talk to you two”

“Why?”

“I’ve got to go away”

Loki sat up. “When?”

“Next week. Thursday”

“How long for?”

“A week, maybe ten days”

Loki didn’t look happy. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“I haven’t got a choice” Tony said. He looked at Peter. “I’ll always be just a phone call away if you need me, kiddo. But you’ll have Loki looking after you, so you’ll be fine”

“Tony. You’re forgetting something”

“Hm? No, I don’t think I am. You can always call your brother if you need a hand, not that you will. You’ll be fine. It’ll just be you doing exactly what you always do. Only with more cooking”

Loki sighed heavily. “Well, I suppose if there’s no way round it” he looked down at Peter. “We’ll be ok, won’t we?”

Peter didn’t answer. He was too busy fighting back the tears. He didn’t want Tony to go. He’d been with him every day since the accident. Until this week, he’d worked from home so he’d be there for him when he needed him. He knew Tony’s work could be demanding. Sure, it was another week before he was going, but ten days sounded like a dreadfully long time. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to cope without him. Loki was good in the parenting role, but he was always different during a flare-up, and if he was still fighting it next week, Peter thought maybe he wouldn’t manage either.

"Peter?"

Peter burst into tears, struggling upright and throwing himself at Tony.

"I don't want you to go! Please, Mr Stark, please don't leave me!"

"Hey, hey, settle down now" Tony said, concerned by his outburst, but not surprised. "Shh. It'll only be for a little while. And I'm not going until next week"

"But I'll miss you so much! Please don't go! What if something happens to you?"

"Peter, nothing's going to happen to me" Tony said. "It's just a business trip. I'll be back before you know it"

Peter didn't believe him. The days had gone painfully slow ever since the accident. In some ways it already felt like it had happen years ago.

"Don't go!"

"I have to. But I'll phone you every day, I promise. You'll be fine. You've got Loki, and you know he'll take excellent care of you. And I'm sure Thor will be around too. And you've got school to keep you occupied. It'll be fine, darling"

Again, Peter didn't believe him. Well, he believed him when he said he'd phone, and that Loki would look after him and that Thor would visit, but he didn't believe him about school. He was glad it was Friday tomorrow, but he knew the weekend would go by too quickly. He couldn't bring himself to tell either of them what school was really like. He was too embarrassed to admit that he was being bullied, that he cried all the time and hid in corners at lunch to get away from everyone. He didn't want to admit that he hadn't said a single word to anyone since starting there.

"Please stay"

"I need to work, sweetheart. This isn't up for debate. I'm sorry"

"Can't I come with you?"

"You've got school"

"I hate school" Peter spat, sounding more angry than upset.

"You've only been there five minutes! You haven't had time to hate it. You're just trying to guilt-trip me"

Suddenly Peter didn't want him quite so much. He pulled away from Tony and crawled onto Loki's lap instead. Tony sighed.

"Whatever. Anyway, what do you want for tea tonight?" Tony asked. "And don't say you're not hungry, because your stomach sounds like a dying whale, and I know you binned your after school snack today"

Peter buried his face in Loki's chest. He didn't want anything. He imagined he could count on one hand the number of full meals he'd had since the accident.

"You've gotta start eating sometime, kiddo. What would May say if she saw you now? Don't you think she'd want you to look after yourself?"

Peter started crying all over again at the mention of her name. He knew Tony's intentions were good, but it still felt like he was using his dead aunt as a bargaining chip. He tried to block out any thoughts of May, hoping that if he didn't think about it, it wouldn't hurt him. But he couldn't do it. Every night the whole horrible scene of the nurse telling him she'd died played over in his head, and it made his blood run cold. He didn't know how to cope with hearing her name. He didn't want their sympathy. So he got angry instead.

"Leave me alone! Go away, I know you don't care about me!" he pulled away from Loki. "Go away!"

"Peter, you're in my room" Loki said calmly.

"I'm not talking to you!" he glared at Tony as best he could while crying. "Fuck off!"

"Oi, don't you dare use that kind of language on me, young man! How dare you? I don't care how much you're hurting, it's no excuse for rudeness"

"Tony"

"No, don't defend him. Peter, go to your room"

"No! You can't tell me what to do; you're not my father!"

"No, but I am your legal guardian, and while you're living under my roof, you'll play by my rules. Now do as you're told"

Peter stormed out of the room and went to his own, slamming the door so hard it made the walls shake. Tony fell against Loki's chest.

"This is hard"

Loki rested a hand on Tony's head. "He's struggling. When he starts getting better, all this will start getting easier"

"He doesn't smile any more"

"A building literally fell on him and killed his aunt. That's not the kind of thing he's going to get over quickly"

"I know. And I know it's bad, but I miss the old him. He was always laughing and hanging off my arm and looking over my shoulder asking what I was doing. I know it drives you mad, but I kinda miss the way he'd suddenly appear suspended from the ceiling or halfway up the wall. It made me laugh..."

He pushed Loki down onto his back and lay on top of him.

"I've tried to get him to get his suit on and go and foil some minor crimes or whatever. I even offered to go with him, but he wouldn't do it. I think it'd do him good"

"Not if his focus was off. He'd end up getting hurt"

"Maybe. I don't know. I just want him to pick himself up and make an effort to keep himself busy. He won't come down to the lab anymore either"

Loki sighed. "I think we just need to wait. It's like you said: once he's settled in at school and made some friends, he'll start getting better. He's just too sad right now"

"What about you? You're sad too"

"As are you" Loki said. "We lost her too"

Tony closed his eyes. "You're having a flare up"

"It'll pass. I've been up and about a bit more today. With any luck I'll be better before you go away"

"Hope so. But I still think you should ask your brother to visit"

"Peter cried like a baby last time he saw him"

"Peter cries like a baby 24/7. He looks up to Thor. I think he'd like to see him again"

"I'll think about it"

Friday opened Peter's eyes to a theme: every time he did his work and got it right, he got ridiculed for it. The simple solution was, of course, to stop doing any work.

Peter had a lot of time over the next two days to think about how well this plan would work. He got into a blazing row with Tony on Saturday morning and was subsequently sent to his room, where he stayed for much of the weekend.

None of the teachers at school seemed to care what the kids did. Peter hadn't bothered writing down any of his homework assignments, but no one said anything when he had nothing to hand in. Similarly, he noticed that a number of the kids in his class did the absolute bare minimum and no one batted an eyelid. The only teacher likely to say anything was Mrs Coney, his delightful English teacher, but, as long as he was on time, she never paid any attention to him anyway. Mr Jacobs was a challenge, because Peter liked him, and he was good at maths. Maybe he'd keep working in Maths, but none of the other subjects.

Drama was the easiest to get out of. No one wanted him about, and when they'd been split into groups in the one lesson he'd had so far, they'd all pretended he wasn't there, so he'd spent the lesson stood about doing nothing. PE was also easy enough. All he had to do was leave his kit at home, and then spend the lesson ‘guarding’ the kit trolley. He saw no reason why he should care when any effort he put in just resulted in having milkshake ‘accidentally’ spilled on his books and a series of loud whispers calling him every name under the sun. He didn't care about school now, and he wasn't going to pretend that he did.

Peter put his plan into action on Monday. It was maths first, and that made him nervous. He was horrified (and a little relieved) to turn up to the lesson and find that Mr Jacobs wasn't there. The teacher said he'd gone off sick, and they didn't know when he'd be back. It sounded horribly permanent. This new teacher seemed just as indifferent as most people at this school, so Peter sat back and did nothing for the full hour. It was surprisingly easy. He stared at the desk and zoned out, and surprisingly, no one said anything about it.

Over the next few days, Peter settled into a routine. He did no work, no homework, nothing. He sat at the back of the drama studio pretending to study a script, and he left his PE kit at home and spent the lesson sat by the equipment trolley. He didn't eat and he didn't speak.

Everyone was still horrible to him, almost unbearably so. Ryan lead the movement, and everyone laughed and copied and joined in. It wasn't easy to ignore them when they were so loud and obvious about it. Peter's reputation of 'crybaby' reaffirmed itself constantly. If he wasn't crying from being pushed over or taunted, he was crying because he couldn't stop thinking about May and everything he'd lost. Every time he hit the floor he was filled with a sense of betrayal. Everyone had told him that everything was going to be ok. He'd never believed them, and for once, being proved right was heartbreaking. He felt like he'd been lied to.

Peter sat on Tony's bed on Wednesday evening, watching him pack. He sat hugging a pillow against his stomach. He'd been shoved very hard into the corner of one of the heavy science desks earlier that day, and it still hurt rather a lot. He had a feeling he'd soon have more bruises to add to his growing collection.

"So, how was school?" Tony asked, breaking what had been a comfortable silence up till that point.

"I want to go back to my old school"

"Oh for gods sake, Peter!" Tony snapped. "How many times do we have to go through this?? Do you need to have another look at the figures? Look, I'm sorry, I know you miss it, but you know it's not possible for you to go there. You're just going to have to accept it"

Peter hung his head, tears dripping down his cheeks. Tony sighed, sitting down beside him and pulling him close with an arm round his shoulders.

"You and Loki could fill an Olympic sized swimming pool every week, what with the amount of water you two produce"

Peter buried his face in his hands.

"Sorry I snapped at you, kiddo. I shouldn't have raised my voice like that... Your new school's not really so bad, is it? You know you can tell me anything"

Peter very nearly did tell him everything then. But he'd noticed how tired Tony had looked recently, and he knew that he was finding all this change challenging too. He thought about everything that had happened since starting school, and he imagined the look on Tony's face if he found out, and he just couldn't do it to him. Not now. He knew he was doing his best.

"Do you really have to go?"

Tony sighed. "Yeah, I really do. But I'll call you every night. And you can call me whenever you need to... Peter?"

Peter looked up. "Yeah?"

"Be good for Loki, would you? You know he's not very well at the moment. He wouldn’t thank me for saying it, but he’s not really strong enough to deal with all this right now. Go easy on him, won’t you? Please? For me?”

Peter nodded slowly. Tony wiped the tears from Peter’s face with his sleeve.

“Good boy. I’ll be back before you know it”

“What time are you leaving?”

“I’m not sure yet. I’ll be here to wave you off in the morning, but I’ll be gone long before you’re home”

Peter looked at him. “You never asked Loki”

“Asked him what?”

“At the hospital. You never asked him. You just said I was coming home with you”

Tony closed his eyes and counted to ten in his head. He sighed, and looked at Peter again. “I never needed to ask. He loves you. There’s no way he’d ever had said no. It was the obvious thing to do. May always sent you to us when she couldn’t look after you... She trusted us”

Peter swallowed hard, his eyes filling with tears again. “I miss her so much-!”

His voice cracked and he turned and buried his face in Tony’s chest. Tony held him tight, a little too tight.

“I know sweetheart. I know, I miss her too” he started crying too.

Peter cried harder, because he never could cope with Tony crying.

“I’m so sorry” he kissed the boy shakily on the cheek. “I’m sorry-”

Peter clung to him, wracked with silent sobs. He had pins and needles from his awkward position but he didn’t care. He tried hard to focus on the feeling of Tony’s arms round him. He never wanted to let go.

Peter woke up in Tony’s arms. They were still in Tony’s room, the suitcase still beside them on the bed. Everything felt blurry and hollow.

“We should probably get up now” Tony said, kissing him on the forehead. “You’ll be late for school”

Leaving the house felt even more horrible than usual that morning. He forced himself to keep walking, just as he did every morning. He hated knowing that Tony wouldn’t be there when he got back.

Ryan must have been distracted by other things, because his bullying was very low-key for most of the day. Peter had been thinking of all the worst possible outcomes to Tony’s business trip, and he’d upset himself and was crying a lot. Because of this, he managed to ignore a lot of what people were saying about him. All he’d really managed to catch was that they were calling him ‘it’ now.

It wasn’t until after school finished for the day that things started getting bad again. Ryan and his gang decided to use the cover of the busy hallways to push him around and shout at him. They didn’t appreciate Peter ignoring them. Ryan stood in front of Peter, so he was forced to stop.

“Didn’t anyone ever teach you it’s rude to ignore people when they’re talking to you?”

Peter turned on his heel, only to come face to face with Jimmy, one of Ryan’s most loyal rabble members. He soon became painfully aware that he was surrounded, boxed in, trapped. He didn’t know quite what to do. Ryan grabbed him by the collar, and Peter pushed his hand away furiously.

“Ooooohhh! Getting bitchy now, isn’t it?”

Peter’s pulse was beating in his ears. He could feel the heat of the rabble around him, he could smell them, the horrible mixture of sweat and too much aftershave. Many of them were taller than him, blocking out the light and making it feel very dark. He looked at Ryan, trying to work out if he’d be able to barge through and run without being grabbed.

“Hey, you’re not going to try to run, are you?” Ryan sneered, looking down at him. “We’re your friends, aren’t we?”

The people either side of him moved closer to their leader. Peter took a slight step back. There was a smaller boy just to the right of him, a weak-looking boy who was only joining in the avoid becoming victim himself. He was the weak link in the chain.

“Hey, what are you looking at? You’re crazy”

Peter raised an eyebrow in the same manner that Loki did when faced with a ridiculous situation. Ryan growled, raising a hand and slapping him hard across the face. There was uproarious applause and cheering from the rabble. Ryan had a smug smile plastered over his face. Peter lowered his hand from his face. He knew what was going to happen if he stayed here. He moved fast, hooking his foot round the ankle of the weak link, tripping the boy to the ground, and darting through the gap he left in the circle.

He ran like he had never ran before, weaving in and out of people and jumping over obstacles in his way. He soon lost the rabble, and then he was out of the school, out of the gates, down the street.

‘I don’t have to deal with this’ he thought as he ran towards home.

He’d been through enough this month without having to add this struggle into the mix. What was it May had always said to do when something dangerous was happening? ‘Turn and run the other way’. Well, that was exactly what he was going to do. He was never going back to that school, whether his new guardians liked it or not. They wouldn’t have to know. This was his life, and he was taking control.

‘I’m never going back’

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How Much He Loves You

Request:

Hi! I was hoping I could have an imagine where Peter is now working with the whole Avengers team and they don't know he has a girlfriend until Aunt May tells them when Peter ends up skipping a movie night with all of them? And of course this leads to agony and the team spying for "research and scientific" purposes. Thank you!! PS: (if you could also make the reader super nerdy and can sing that would be amazing)

Word Count: 2031

A/N: I hope you enjoy this! Thank you so much for you continued support!

Today is yours and Peter’s 1 year anniversary. You told Peter that celebrating monthly anniversaries would be weird, since it’s such a short amount of time. So, this is the first anniversary you will be celebrating together. Although, Aunt Mary insisted that you two got a fancy dinner on your ½ year anniversary. It just didn’t feel special enough. Until today. It’s been a whole year since the two of you were in that awkward, just friends but could be more if we wanted to stage.

Peter sent you a text an hour ago to meet him at his apartment at 8 pm, being sure to dress nice. That freaked you out a little. You didn’t want to overdress, but you didn’t want to underdress. So you made sure to dress in a simple black dress that ended at your knees. You paired it with nude heels and a nude purse. You look good. It’s perfectly in the middle of very fancy and not fancy enough.

You take a deep breath before knocking on Peter’s apartment door. You only live 2 stories up from his apartment so it wasn’t a long walk.

Aunt May opens the door and gasps. “Oh, (Y/N)! You look so good!” She gushes over you, giving you a great big hug.

“Thanks Aunt May!” You tell her, your words muffled since your face is squished into her.

You hear a gentle cough from behind Aunt May and she finally releases you. “Peter! Gosh, you look so dashing!” She tells him.

You peak around May and your heart stops. Peter looks amazing in a black suit, making you question your outfit choice slightly. Blood rushes to your cheeks as Peter’s mouth drops open, his eyes slowly go up and down your figure.

Aunt May makes an obvious excuse and leaves the room, leaving the two of you alone.

“Y-you look… breathtaking…” Peter tells you, sounding like he is very much out of breath himself.

You blush harder, if that was even possible and shuffle your feet. “Thank you, Peter. You look amazing yourself.”

He takes a few steps towards you, smiling. He gives you a quick kiss. Even after a year, he still has the power to take your breath away. The phone rings, but you hardly notice. Usually you’re able to make out what Aunt May is saying, but you’re too focused on Peter.

“Happy one year, babe.” He whispers, almost like he’s afraid to break the spell that’s fallen over the two of you.

You pull a small gift bag from behind you back, “Happy one year.”

Inside the bag is a signed poster from his favorite Star Wars movie. While most of the actors have passed away, Mark Hamill is still very much alive. Somehow you got his signature.

Peter gives you a look as he takes the bag. “I’m supposed to be giving the first gift.” He grumbles as he slowly takes out the poster. When he spots the handwritten signature, his eyes light up. “M-Mark Hamill???” He whispers, his excitement showing everywhere on his face. You nod, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear.

He gives you another kiss, almost jumping from his happiness. “I can’t… how did you… this is amazing!” He says, unable to finish his sentences as a grin threatens to split his face.

You shrug, smiling. “I’m just that amazing babe.” You tell him, happy to have made the love of your life so happy.

Peter pulls out a small velvet box from his pocket. “Your gift.” He tells you, looking away as a blush appears on his face again.

You gasp as you open the top of the small black box, a beautiful ring inside with your birthstone. “How?” You ask, breathlessly. You don’t know what you meant by the question. How did he know your birthstone? How could he afford such a thing? How did he know your ring size? How is he so perfect?

He shrugs, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I knew your birthday and I asked your parents for your ring size. It’s a promise ring. I promise to love you as long as I have love in my body to give.” He tells you staring deeply into your eyes. A few tears spring to your eyes as he puts the ring on.

“Why are you crying? If you don’t like it, I can return it!” He tells you, worry clouding his beautiful brown eyes.

You laugh, “No… I got you a stupid poster and you got me a promise ring.” You tell him, regretting your purchase.

Peter shakes his head, grabbing your cheeks. “No, I love it babe. I love you.” He kisses you again before offering his arm. You grab it and the two of you go to dinner.

Much to your surprise, the two of you don’t walk out of the apartment building. He guides you up, past your floor and up to the roof. When you finally reach the top, you see a blanket laid out, candles lit and a picnic basket overflowing with goodies.

You raise your hand to your mouth, unable to make a sound. Peter walks you over, your feet moving on their own accord. He scratches the back of his neck, nervous about the lack of your freaking out. He figured he’d get at least a ‘oh wow Peter’ out of you. “Do you like it?” He asks, pointing to the simple, yet gorgeous, set up.

You nod, tears once again filling your eyes. “It’s so beautiful Peter. How did I get such an amazing boyfriend?”

He laughs, sitting down, patting the space next to him. You sit down, barely any space between the two of you. He begins to unpack the food and you help. The conversation between the two of you flows freely, your cheeks start to hurt from laughing too hard and you can’t help but feel so much love for him. Every now and then you hum something, a tune that you picked up during the week or a song that’s suck in your head. Peter loves it when you sing, but you don’t do it often. Even though he swears your voice is like an angel.

Every so often, you swear you hear a noise on the roof, like you’re not the only one up there. You’re in mid laugh when you hear a whisper. You know for sure that you’re not the only ones up there. You learn over to Peter, trying to look like you’re just leaning on him for support.

“We’re not the only ones up here, are you spider sensing anything?” You whisper to him, a smile plastered on your face when he looks down at you. Concern fills his eyes and you slowly pull him to you, kissing him softly. He kisses you back, but you can tell that he’s not concentrating on the kiss, rather he’s trying to concentrate on figuring out who is up on the roof with you.

Suddenly a loud voice breaks the two of you apart. “Hey, hey, hey! That’s enough kissing!” You glance up to see Tony Stark standing above you. Peter jumps up, blush very apparent on his face and ears.

“W-we were just… k-kissing, Mr. Stark.” He tells the Tony Stark, unable to look at either of you.

Tony Stark stares you down and you match his gaze. While you may be inspired by him, you’re not about to let an old guy scare you from kissing your boyfriend. You slowly get up from the ground, acting unbothered by the celebrity crashing your date.

“I was just kissing my boyfriend, Mr. Tony Stark. Why do you seem to have a problem with that?” You ask him, cocking an eyebrow at him. Peter makes a soft noise, trying to get you to lay off Tony. You shake your head at him.

Tony crosses his arms as two more people come out of hiding. Steve Rodgers and Wanda Maximoff. Your heart drops. There are three celebrities here. If they hadn’t just crashed your 1 year anniversary, you’d be fangirling. These people inspire you to the core. You’re in love with the entire Avengers team and what they do for the world. Peter knows how nerdy you are about them, but he failed to mention his relationship with them.

“I don’t have a problem with the two of you kissing, I have a problem with the fact that Peter failed to mention a relationship. I hope for his sake that the two of you have been dating for a short period.” Tony gives Peter a pointed look, glaring slightly.

“Why would he need to tell you about his personal life? It’s not like he’s a part of the Avengers. He said no.” You tell him, confusion overtaking your attitude.

Tony’s own attitude falls slightly, not meeting your eyes as he stares at Peter. Peter glances at the ground, his shoe making circles in the dirt.

Things begin to click in your mind. Peter may have said ‘no’, but changed his answer at some point. Without telling you.

“We just wanted to know why Peter ditched our movie night, so we called Aunt May. She was kind enough to tell us the truth about Peter’s love life.” Steve tells you before letting out a low whistle as he checks out the set up. “1 year, huh? A long time.”

You nod, deciding to play it cool. Peter can keep whatever secrets he wants to keep. He told you he was Spider-man 3 months into the relationship. But this is something different. The whole Avengers team are risking their lives each and every mission. How didn’t you notice this before? How didn’t you see him on T.V or something?

Wanda smiles at you. “Congratulations, we apologize for interrupting the date. We just wanted to meet the girl Peter loves.”

You blush at that, taking a deep breath before making up your mind. Peter will hear your opinion on him keeping secrets, but you’re not going to get angry at him. You’ll be a little hurt, but not angry. He has the privilege to keep secrets and he probably has a good reason.

“Well, it’s certainly an honor to meet you three as well. I have to say, you all inspire me to be better and to get involved when I see something awful going down.” You tell them, Tony still staring at Peter as if he’s having a mental conversation with him. Peter’s eyes widen at your statement, snapping up to meet yours.

Before Peter can comment about you getting involved, Steve speaks up. “While we appreciate your commitment to make the world a better place, we wouldn’t want to see anyone get hurt. The best thing you can do is run and get help when you see something… awful.” He tells you, using your wording.

You smile, looking over to Peter, “Wow, he really is like a father.”

Peter laughs at your joke and even Tony cracks a smile.

After about 15 minutes of more polite conversation, the three are finally on their way. You wave as they jump off the side of the building, momentarily forgetting their superhuman abilities. Peter slowly begins to clean up the picnic.

“I’m sorry they ruined our night…” Peter mumbles to you, not meeting your eyes.

You laugh, “Peter. I’m not mad about that. Why would I be? I got to meet 3 of my heroes today. It was a good day.”

Peter sighs and grabs your hands, forcing you to put down what you were about to stuff into the basket. “I’m sorry… for keeping that fact that I’m in the Avengers a secret…”

You sigh and get in a more comfortable sitting position. “Peter, I’m hurt that you didn’t tell me. But I’m sure that you have a good reason. You’re an amazing boyfriend and if you want to keep secrets, that’s okay. All I request that you come back to me at night.” You whisper.

Peter nods, smiling. “You’re the best.” He pulls you into a sweet and gentle kiss, a kiss that tells you how much he loves you.

The two of you spend the rest of the night cuddled together on his couch, watching nerdy scifi movies and talking about his experience with the Avengers.

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