#tiny Spider-Man: No Way Home spoilers

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Anomaly 928B (Miguel O'hara / Reader)

Fandom: Across the Spider-Verse

Pairing: Miguel O'hara / Reader

Summary: “In hindsight, there had been five clues that had given away the fact that the man who had entered your home that night had not been your husband. The Miguel that had arrived amidst a thunder storm with clothing soaked through and a bizarre look was not the same one that had gone that morning to work. It had taken you some time to realize it, but slowly the truth was emerging past the haze of the lies you had been surrounded by.”

Warnings: Minor spoilers for the film, Major character death, allusions to gun violence, minor sexual content, angst.

Word Count: 6,213 Words

Estimated Reading Time: 22:35

In hindsight, there had been five clues that had given away the fact that the man who had entered your home that night had not been your husband. The Miguel that had arrived amidst a thunder storm with clothing soaked through and a bizarre look was not the same one that had gone that morning to work. It had taken you some time to realize it, but slowly the truth was emerging past the haze of the lies you had been surrounded by.

The first clue had happened the very night in question. The first night your life had completely changed.

Miguel had arrived early that afternoon with no lab coat and knocked on the door waiting for you to open it. Usually, your husband worked until your daughter Gaby had to go to bed and always returned with a briefcase full of files he would puzzle over at the kitchen table amidst reheated leftovers and a cup of coffee to keep him up through the night. That day you had especially expected him home much later because he was supposed to pick up some milk and rice from the bodega near his work place for a dessert you would make tomorrow.

Yet that evening, he had arrived in a simple jacket and with a new watch on his wrist. He had stepped through the door and caught Gaby as she had launched herself at his chest. She had wrapped her arms around him tightly and celebrated him getting off work early.

From your spot at the dining table, you had watched as your husband had briefly tensed in surprise at her greeting before slowly relaxing and setting her down. His eyes had swept through your apartment slowly as Gaby had tugged on his hand to bring him over to the dinner table.

You had smiled at him and kissed his cheek the way you always did when he came home and had seen the briefest flicker of surprise and grief on his face before he had schooled it into a neutral expression.

When you had inquired why he had come home so early and without the ingredients you had asked him for, he had explained he had finished up his latest project ahead of time and forgotten to swing by the store in his haste to make the subway on time.

He had tossed his jacket on the back of the chair at the end of the table and taken a seat there as he talked. Both you and Gaby had quietly stared when he sat down. Every day, Miguel sat at the chair closest to the window so he could read his files with the lights from outside and get some fresh air. He had never once deviated from that routine in all the years you had lived in your tiny apartment.

When you had playfully asked him if he wanted a change of scenery, he had blinked up at you in confusion before Gaby had chimed in. She was delighted to sit next to her dad for once with her own chair right next to his and was excited for his new spot. He had registered her words before making a noise and smiling.

It was raining, he had explained, and he didn’t feel like sitting near the window. He had playfully messed with Gaby’s hair and teased her about going back to his old spot if it made her happy. When your daughter had protested that she loved having him near, he had laughed brightly and the sound had set you at ease. Your momentary confusion forgotten amidst the bright sound of his amusement.

Your focus had then shifted towards dinner. You had made pollo en chipotle with your mother’s recipe and had offered Miguel more rice in exchange for the heat of the dish. Your husband often couldn’t keep up with the spice level of the food you and Gaby enjoyed which meant his plate had to have more sides to balance out the taste. You had handed him a plate teasingly asking if you should bring him a glass of milk while setting the pot at the center of the table for seconds if anyone wanted any.

To your surprise, Miguel had immediately dipped the ladle at the pot and added more of the sauce to his food silently. By the time he was finished, his chicken was all but drowned in chipotle and he made no complaints when he took the first bite.

You had thought he had been trying to rile you up by accepting your challenge and was suppressing his urge to cough or choke, but he had taken the next few spoonfuls silently as well. He had even smiled at you and complimented the meal while reminding Gaby to finish the rice she was already chasing around the plate with a spoon.

You had stared blankly at him as he finished half his plate without once asking for a drink or making a face. When he had caught you staring, he had reached over and fed you some of his rice with his spoon asking if everything was alright.

You had debated asking if his palette had been burned off or if he had suddenly developed an immunity to the spice before thinking better of it. In the end, the change in his spice tolerance hadn’t seemed important. You had silently resumed your dinner while listening to Gaby express her excitement about the new season of her soccer team.

After dinner, you and Miguel had sat on the couch while Gaby did her homework at the table. Miguel had clicked on the news and thrown an arm around your shoulders while you watched the news report.

It had seemed like a normal after dinner activity that you had only briefly reacted with relief when the reporter had talked about a robbery at the local bodega that had led to someone being shot. You had curled up further into his embrace and breathed out a quiet dios mío while being relieved Miguel had forgotten to go there after his shift. Had he gone, perhaps something terrible could have happened. Miguel quietly urged you not to think about it while holding you tighter to his frame. His grip had grown possessive and his eyes had scanned you and Gaby as if to reassure himself that you were both there.

At the time, your relief at his escape of a horrible fate had eclipsed any confusion or suspicion of the situation. You had pushed all thoughts of paranoia aside and elected to simply enjoy his closeness while not worrying over what could have been or should have been.

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The second clue had come a few days later. Miguel had told you he had taken some vacation time from work which was unusual. Often, your husband was a workaholic who needed to be persuaded to step away for a lunch break much less a vacation. Still, Miguel had woken up that morning and kissed you deeply while announcing that he was staying home for a few days with you and Gaby. When you had asked why, he had said he missed his family and wanted more time with you both.

You had been so full of happiness at his words that the bizarre nature of it all hadn’t really registered. He had plenty of time off and you had long been trying to get him to take some days. The fact that he was now listening to you was a relief.

Gaby had been even more excited to hear that he would be able to accompany her to her practices. Often, she only had you for company at the soccer field. It was exciting for her to finally have her dad there to cheering her on from the stands with the other parents who watched the friendlies. Miguel had decided the three of you would go to all her matches and would make a picnic at the park after. He had suggested making some sandwiches and promised to buy you both ice scream.

That morning he had been in a happy mood. In fact, ever since he had arrived in that thunder storm, he had been joyful. Where once he was more reserved and quiet, he now laughed and smiled. It was a beautiful sight and you had attributed it to him having less stress at work.

When he had gone into the kitchen, he had faltered looking for napkins. He had quietly opened cabinets full of cups and plates searching for them. At one point, he had even tossed open the oven full of pans in his search.

You had laughed at his confusion and asked if he had hit his head while going to the hallway to the small closet full of trash bags and napkins. Tossing him a roll, you had teased him about getting old and losing his memory.

He had taken a beat to respond and had smiled while quietly returning to his picnic preparation. Of course, you had, had to help him find the picnic basket too. He seldom could remember where he put things away and relied on you or Gaby for help finding stuff. Still, it had been rather odd that he had even forgotten that Gaby didn’t like the crust on her sandwiches and that you weren’t a fan of tomato on yours.

At the park, he had sat you at the front row and cheered on Gaby the entire match. It was a heart warning sight to see him so excited for your daughter. Gaby preened and blushed every time he called her name and some of the other parents grinned at his enthusiasm. It was nice for him to be able to see her play. Usually he only saw her matches if he was lucky and the game landed on a week where his workload was lessened.

After the game, the three of you had retreated to a quiet spot at the park and ate in silence. He had waved down the paletero who always drifted past the park and bought three ice cream cones from him. Gabby got vanilla like always and you selected a strawberry for yourself. However, when Miguel had reached for the rocky road, your eyes had widened and your hand had yanked his back with a shout. He had jumped at your fright and stared when you asked him if he was crazy.

Miguel was allergic to peanuts. It was a severe allergy which could put him in the hospital. Just eating a tiny piece of one could cause his throat to swell and hives to break out.

Miguel had listened to you berate him before looking away. You thought you had heard him swear under his breath about not being careful before he had bought a chocolate ice scream instead. His hand had come to rest around your shoulders and he had quietly explained that the chocolate ice cream was what he was going for. It was right next to the rocky road. He had thanked you for your concern but had assured you he wasn’t that forgetful.

In time, you had pushed aside your fear and felt embarrassed to have made a scene. The chocolate tub was close by. Why had you imagined him going for the one flavor he was allergic to?

Some time later, Gaby had asked for Miguel to carry her on his shoulders while you ate your ice cream. He had laughed when some of her ice cream had dripped on his face and merely moved his new watch aside to avoid it from getting messy. You had pulled out your phone and caught the moment on video with a grin. It was a lovely moment that was so rare with his busy schedule and the sweetness of it had made you forget how bizarre everything else was.

By the time you had made it back home, you hadn’t even questioned why Miguel had some trouble remembering your apartment number or why he had stopped at the keypad and quizzed Gaby to see if she paid attention and could remember the code. Your mind had been elsewhere and Gaby had insisted you read her a bedtime story that she fell asleep halfway through from the exhaustion. Perhaps you should have paid more attention then, but you were too trusting and too naive. The thought of anything amiss hadn’t occurred to you.

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The third clue came a week later. After Gaby had been put to bed, Miguel had come up behind you and kissed a line down your throat. His touches and nips had been indicative of his intentions and you had given in with your own form of excitement. The past few months had been dry. Miguel worked too late and you were often well asleep by the time he slipped into bed. You both hadn’t had much intimacy in a long while.

In fact, on the night that he had arrived home early, you had tried to seduce him but had been shut down. He had tensed with embarrassment when you had tried to initiate sex and had made an excuse about being too tired. He hadn’t expressed much interest until that particular afternoon.

The night had been much different than in the past. In the past, Miguel had been much more timid. The sex between you was typically just stolen moments with quiet breaths in fear that you would be too loud. It was soft and affectionate and calm.

That night, there had been a change. Miguel had been much more rough and demanding. He had kept you up and teased you through out the night. You had left some nail marks across his back and his fingers had left bruises on your hips and throat where he had held you over and over driving you down on his length. By the time the two of you had truly been exhausted, your body ached and shook with the exertion.

Miguel had nipped playfully at your throat and left marks. Amidst the haze of satisfaction, you could hear him whisper declarations of love and promises of not letting you or Gaby go “again.”

You weren’t quite sure what he had meant by that but you had told him you loved him back. He had helped you clean up then fished around for his things to take a shower. It was only after everything that you had realized he had never once taken his watch off.

You had stared quietly at the bizarre design trying to remember if you recognized it or could remember when he bought it. Still, sleep claimed you pretty quickly. You had been lost to it until a brief moment when he had returned from his shower and climbed in bed beside you.

Sometime near the early morning, he had kissed your lips gently and murmured another I love you. His hand had skimmed your side and you had felt his wet watch before he withdrew. Somewhere in the back of your sleep addled mind you had wondered why he hadn’t taken it off to shower but the thought had evaporated amidst the exhaustion.

The next few nights had been much of the same. You were intimate almost nightly and he had developed a new appetite that showed no signs of stopping. It was thrilling and exciting if not confusing. You reaped the rewards and stopped wondering why he wanted to try new positions or why his body seemed more muscular than you remembered.

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The fourth clue came after a few months. The three of you had been eating breakfast when Gaby’s cartoons had interrupted to discuss a sinkhole that had opened up nearby. The authorities seemed to have it under control but it was growing. You had listened with mild interest while Gaby had finished up her bowl of cereal.

Miguel had abruptly stood up and left his chilaquiles at the table. His fingers had flown to his watch and he had made an excuse. His jaw had been clenched tightly as he locked himself in the bathroom.

You thought you could hear the voice of his assistant Lyla as he hissed commands and seemed stressed. He had already explained to you that his watch was lent to him by his workplace and it had a direct line to her. You figured something had happened at work and shrugged when Gaby asked if sinkholes were common in New York.

That entire morning, Miguel had spent much of it watching the news and pacing the length of the apartment.

It hadn’t just been New York that had been having a problem, you realized. Several states had their own issues like bad crops in California and a catastrophic drought in Florida of all places. The more the reporter talked, the more it became apparent a lot of things were going on in the world. Some other countries were even having their own issues with a major earthquake in Cuba and a tsunami in Japan.

Miguel had turned off the news when Gaby had begun to grow nervous. He had reassured her quietly that nothing would happen and that he would protect you both. His eyes had taken a far away look as you watched him promise that you both would be safe and your stomach began to twist in nervousness although you tried to ignore your own fear.

After Gaby had gone off to play in her room, Miguel had quietly slipped out the fire escape. You found him leaning against the railing talking to his watch again. His back covered his arm but you could have sworn you saw the flickers of yellow as Lyla’s voice snapped things back at him.

Although you knew it was wrong to listen in, you still found yourself pressing near the wall. You were confused as to why he had been communicating with his coworkers again and again. He had been arguing often with them. Last week, he had, had a tense argument with another coworker named Jess.

You and Gaby had arrived from the store just in time to hear Miguel scream at Jess to leave him alone as she urged him to “come back” before something terrible happened. When you had asked what he had been fighting with her about, he had sagged against the sofa and pinched the bridge of his nose. The explanation you were offered was that his work was busy and his coworkers didn’t appreciate him taking more vacation days to spend time with family.

Now Miguel was upset again. You could hear him instruct Lyla to fix whatever problem they had at work and Lyla angrily fired back that she couldn’t. Whatever “mistake” Miguel was making was too big for her to correct. She kept warning him that his actions had consequences and already he was “disrupting” whatever the “balance” of the “canon” was.

Miguel finally ended the call with a slam of his watch against the rail when Lyla urged him again to “go back.” He swore in Spanish and put his head in his hands seeming lost.

You had debated pretending like you hadn’t overheard then given up and decided you might as well ask him what was wrong. Miguel didn’t even react when you joined him at the fire escape.

When you asked what had happened, he again told you it was a work thing and urged you not to worry. His watch flashed with the name JESS and he declined the call. She insisted a few more times before another name appeared on the screen. This time BEN tried contacting him before he shoved his hand in his pocket and pointedly ignored the messages.

You asked if he should go back and fix whatever error he had made at work and were startled when he growled out a “never. At the sight of your surprise, he had apologized. His arm had come around your waist in a possessive embrace and he had pressed you against his frame. His mouth had planted a kiss against your hair and you had sworn you felt him shaking against you.

Some silence had lapsed between the two of you as you watched New York slowly get ready for the workday. At some point, Miguel had quietly asked you a very bizarre question.

With his eyes seeming far away, he had asked if you ever thought about the universe and if other realities existed. You had given him a blank look wondering why on earth that had crossed his mind, but his thoughts had been far away. You got the sense that he wasn’t really with you at that moment mentally.

At some point, he had offered you a tired smile and sighed. The sound had broken your heart. He had sounded so exhausted and wearied that you had risked a look at his face and seen the dark circles under his eyes and the stress of whatever was happening.

Quietly, he had told you that he believed that other realities existed and that he was sure you and Gaby did too. He had seemed so heartbroken when he had mentioned the different realities that you two could exist in. He had mentioned having a nightmare in which you and Gaby had died. He trembled when he recounted almost in vivid detail how an attack had happened and he had been unable to save you both. How he had watched you both die and how a part of himself had died with you. How he had been an empty shell of a person and had felt hopeless and alone up until he had found you again. In his dream, there was another reality where you both were alive and with him. A reality where he had beaten death and been with you both. He had decided he liked that it reality better than the other one.

You had shivered briefly remembering the horrible events at the bodega for some reason and asked him not to tell you any more. You had held him close and reassured him that it was just a nightmare and that you and Gaby were fine. You were both safe and he would not lose either of you. It had all been just a terrible dream.

By the time he had finally recovered, he had merely leaned down to kiss you and apologized for his morbid thoughts. His fingers had stroked your cheek and he had quietly told you that he loved you and Gaby and would love you in every reality that existed.

You had stayed outside frowning to yourself even as he went back inside. A shiver had run down your spine and you were not quite sure what to make of everything. Some pieces of a puzzle were floating around you, but you had no idea what they meant or why they were important.

In the end, you had gone back inside and merely turned the news back on in time for the reporter to announce more freak accidents and bizarre natural events around the globe.

A few nights later, you would wake to the sound of Miguel at the fire escape again. This time, he was arguing with Jess who was pleading with him to return. She was talking about how Miguel’s “presence” was throwing off a “balance” of some sort and how the world was falling apart. You had frowned unable to make head or tails of the debate as the two threw out phrases you didn’t understand like “multiverse” and “glitches” in the context of their argument.

By the time Miguel had finally angrily told her to stop calling because he knew what he was doing, you had retreated back to your room and had decided to ask him about it in the morning.

Yet, when you brought the topic up, Miguel hadn’t even looked away from the news now announcing that the sinkhole in New York was growing wider and the mayor was declaring a mandatory evacuation around the affected area. Instead, he had quietly told you that you had been dreaming and feigned ignorance when you brought up the weird terms you had heard. You had been forced to drop it when he insisted over and over again that the conversation had never happened and left you questioning whether or not you had made it all up in your sleep.

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It wouldn’t be until the fifth and final clue that you realized how you had been right all along.

One morning days later, you had woken up to furious pounding on the door. Miguel had jumped up and demanded that you and Gaby stay inside. He had rushed off to meet whoever it was that demanded entry.

Gaby, half asleep had run to you scared. The loud knocks had woken her up and she asked if you knew who it was. Your own heart was racing when you said no.

Holding Gaby tightly, you had heard raised voices coming from the front door. A woman and man were in a screaming match with Miguel. The woman was telling him that enough was enough and that he had done irreparable damage to your universe. She sounded so frightened when she said everything was falling apart.

As if her words had been a prophecy, a tremor had gone through the entire apartment and Gaby had screamed. You had held her close frightened as another aftershock had quickly followed.

Miguel had burst in the room with the woman and man from before. You didn’t recognize either of them but they later introduced themselves as Jess and Ben. His coworkers that he had spent so much time fighting with.

Miguel had held Gaby as she shook from fright and wrapped a protective arm around you. He had promised everything would be okay and he would protect you both. Amidst his reassurances, you had caught the way his hands shook with fear and the panic he was trying so hard to suppress in his gaze.

By this point, the confusion had been so great that you had demanded to know what was happening. Nothing made sense and you got the sense that something was very wrong. It was terrifying.

The three of them had exchanged looks before Jess had told Miguel that if he didn’t tell the truth, she would. Her gaze was sympathetic but firm. In the end, Miguel had told you everything. Jess and Ben had taken Gaby to the living room to allow you both privacy. Once they were gone, the truth came flowing out amidst the wall of lies you had been surrounded by.

He wasn’t your Miguel, he had explained. He was from another dimension and he had powers. He was a superhero that had crossed into your world on his hunt for anomalies in the multiverse.

The explanation seemed so outlandish that you had begun to suspect that you were still dreaming. Still, you hadn’t interrupted as he continued.

Miguel told you that he was from a different reality and had intruded in yours. According to him, the two of you had been married in his reality and you had, had Gaby. You had been happy together and were even expecting a second child when tragedy struck. You and Gaby had died in an attack and he had been unable to stop it from happening. Even his powers had been useless in protecting you both.

Your deaths had destroyed him. He had spent a long time as a husk of himself. Existing merely for the sake of it and having nothing to make him feel alive. He had thought his life was doomed to mourning and loneliness when a “collider” had opened the multiverse.

He had taken it upon himself to save the multiverse and had traveled hunting anomalies when he had discovered your dimension. In your reality, you and your Miguel were married. You had Gaby and you were happy. Your Miguel wasn’t a superhero. He didn’t have the fate of the world on his shoulders and he didn’t have to risk his life every day. You both had a normal life and were a regular family living in New York.

He had envied his alter self and spent time researching your dimension mainly to see both you and Gaby when he had come across plans for the future. Lyla, his virtual assistant as he had explained, had found that your Miguel was destined to die. He was supposed to be in the bodega that night when a robber entered with a gun. An unexplainable urge would make him leave his work during a break with the idea to be at the bodega. The man who never took a break from work would find himself suddenly wanting to leave early and be at the store that night.

Two people would be shot. The owner of the bodega, an old man who had been frightened but would survive, and your Miguel who, despite not being a superhero, would be shot and killed trying to take the gun away. It was an event that the universe had decided would happen.

His death would destroy you and Gaby. You being a stay at home wife would mean that the loss of his paycheck would be a blow. You would struggle to find work and would eventually lose your apartment. Gaby would grow up with housing insecurity and poverty and you would suffer harassment and mistreatment in your desperation to hold a job and provide for your family. The happy life the two of you had built would be shattered.

He couldn’t allow that to happen. Miguel knew you and Gaby would need him, so he snuck into your dimension. When your Miguel died, he had hid his body. It was a simple thing, really. The bodega owner had been unconscious and he had knocked out the robber. By the time the police arrived, they would be convinced by the scene he had set to believe that the owner had been shot defending himself and the robber had been knocked out. The second gunshot people around the area had heard had likely been a misfire although the police wouldn’t find the impact anywhere in the store.

Miguel, not your Miguel but this Miguel, had them come home that night to you and Gaby. He had taken the place of the husband you had lost to protect you both. Gaby needed her father and you needed your husband. He had made it his mission to make you both happy.

But he hadn’t always gotten it right. Despite he and your Miguel being alters of the same person, there were differences between them. Your Miguel was allergic to peanuts and hated spicy food. He wasn’t. Those little discrepancies had made it harder for him to keep his cover.

And worse still, the universe had sensed him.

Everything that had been occurring had been because he was present in a reality that he didn’t belong in. The device on his wrist protected him from “glitching” as he called it, but it couldn’t do anything to stop the universe from falling apart. All of the natural disasters had been because the world was falling away brick by brick. Unknowingly, he had doomed the entire world and become an anomaly.

His story had been so ridiculous and insane that you had just stared at him blankly as he apologized and told you he loved you. When another tremor had shaken the building and photos on the walls had started to fall along with the plaster, Jess had knocked on the door telling the two of you it was too late. You all needed to evacuate.

Your body had gone into autopilot as you had followed after them outside. Neighbors from your building were beginning to evacuate as the high rise shook with more and more earthquakes. Miguel lifted a crying Gaby in his arms as Jess and Ben cleared a way through the swarm of people.

Outside, the view of New York was one you didn’t recognize. The sky was awash in bizarre colors and the ground was cracking with every new earthquake.

Jess and Ben were shouting things at Miguel. They were explaining that the sinkhole was growing wider and the universe was caving in on itself. Already some countries had flickered out of existence. Despite their best efforts, the team they had brought with them had been unable to stop the spread of the issues.

The panic in their faces had been clear. It was too late. Whatever hole in the fabric of time and space in your dimension Miguel had torn in intruding had widened and was consuming the world whole.

Jess and Ben left when buildings began to flicker. Entire high rises disappeared like glitches on a computer screen. The two of them were going to try and see if there was anything more that could be done to stop what was happening. The look Jess had on her face, however, made it clear they knew it was for naught.

Miguel held Gaby tightly as the two of you continued to run. In your wake you saw people flicker out of existence too. Panic spread through you and you grabbed his sleeve as you ran.

Perhaps you should have been angry, should have blamed him for destroying an entire world just to get you and Gaby back, but the fear and the shock of it all doused your anger. The only thing that mattered then in that moment was that your world was falling apart and your family was in danger.

Eventually, the three of you had skidded to a halt. In front of you, more objects were flickering and glitching. Gaby held on to Miguel tightly as she cried and you told Miguel to stop. It was over.

You pushed aside all of the negative emotions you were feeling, the betrayal, the heart ache, the pain, and instead embraced your family tightly.

This Miguel wasn’t your Miguel, but hadn’t he been yours for the past few months? Hadn’t you loved him the same and been happy at his side? Those questions kept you from angrily lashing out. A quiet sort of resignation had flooded you and kept you calm even as the bystanders near you began to disappear in a flash of colors and screams.

Miguel had been terrified as he saw more people die. He had called for Jess and Ben on his watch, but they were gone. They had evacuated back to their own dimensions the moment they had realized it was a lost cause. The only thing Lyla could offer him now was a quiet apology and a plea for him to go back to his own world.

His watch, you realized, would protect him from the end of the world. He was an anomaly in foreign space. Despite being the harbinger of doom for your dimension, he would be shielded by his watch and would be able to flee with a single tap on his wrist.

He had tried to take it off, perhaps intending to die with you both or to offer it to one of you just to try and save at least one, but you had firmly told him not to. It was too late. Your luck had run out. You had felt strangely accepting about it all and even Gaby’s tears had dried. The certainty of death had brought about a steady calm.

Despite knowing that the imposter in front of you had been the one to bring about your death, you still embraced him tightly and kissed him one last time. You still let Gaby hug him and bury her face in his chest. You still told him it would all be okay even as Gaby flickered and disappeared before your eyes.

And by the time it was your turn, you offered him a weak smile and another profession of love before the colors started to flicker and change around you.

Perhaps you should have hated him for lying to you. For minimizing your suspicions all of those months and making you feel like you were being paranoid. Perhaps you should have hated him for replacing your husband and lying to you over and over again. Perhaps you should have been furious that he had destroyed an entire universe to find you and Gaby, but a voice at the back of your head told you, you would have done the same for him. Had you been in his place, you would have traveled dimensions just to be by his side again. That was what truly loving someone meant.

So when a searing pain began to fill your senses and the glitching returned, you only said one last “I love you” before the world evaporated around you. Somewhere in the last dregs of consciousness you could hear Miguel screaming for you and Gaby, but the quiet darkness of death stole you away before you could do anything about it.

In the end, the man who was tasked with restoring anomalies had become an anomaly himself and the love he bore his family had doomed an entire dimension.

#miguel ohara x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara x y/n #across the spiderverse #cross posted on ao3 #divider by silkholland

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Anomaly Part 2

Warning: Spoilers for ATSV

Part 2 my other story already posted

Description: It has been a month now since you started working with the Spider Society. In between the Anomaly missions that Miguel sends you on and time back in your own dimension once again being that neighbour hood Spider you barely had time for yourself. You and Gwen spent a lot of time in your own dimension but never hers and you thought it was about time you got some answers about her home back in her own dimension.

Characters: Gwen, Y/N.

You had just finished up with another anomaly and made your way back to the Spider Society. After checking in with Miguel and saying goodbye to all your friends you and Gwen were about to head back to your place as you normally would when you held out your hand to stop Gwen from creating your portal.

“What is it?” She asked, those eyes looking into your soul, you don’t know why but you were nervous all of a sudden, to be fair every time you did ask Gwen about her dimension or anything else apart from what she had already told you (The whole other you dying). You had reason to be a bit anxious and worried, swallowing your fear you finally asked her about it.

“Look Gwen I love it when you come over to mine and A/N but I just want to get to know you a bit better you know, like I need to know more about the person who’s stealing all my jumpers” You said a tiny tremble in your voice. Gwen’s eyes hardened at your question and you began to recoil.

“I told you I don’t want to talk about it…” She trailed off lost in thought, her eyes riddled with sadness and hurt. You put a hand on her shoulder to show comfort.

“I understand loss, we all do, much like every other Spider-Man here it seems I lost my uncle at a young age, my parents too. Heck my whole family it seems the only person I have is my aunt, we are literally the only people in the world you can relate too, now I’ve let you stew on it for a couple of months and it may still hurt, but don’t be like Ben and let it change you” Gwen looked at you for a couple of seconds before shying away from your touch and crossing her arms.

“Remember how I told you my dad was Captain and tried to arrest me as the Spider” You nodded your head holding your breath terrified you would scare her off. “He was the first person on the scene, he saw me there holding Peter and you, the other you when I managed to find you and A/N. he came in holding up a gun like I was intentionally out to kill, accused me of killing my only friends. To be honest he didn’t know, how could he know. It stuck with me and ate away, the guilt of not being able to save the people closest to me. Before I was recruited, I did my usual routine, hear over the police radar, go to save those in trouble and it was my first anomaly actually, best way to explain him was a parchment vulture”

You let out a little chuckle at that and so did she. “A parchment vulture?” You asked, she smiled a little and nodded her head continuing on. “Anyway long story short while we were fighting, I had saved all these people from a Helicopter crashing into a museum with Miguel and Jessica. However he cornered me, I ran out of web and he was not messing around. I had to tell him who I was, he was still going to do his job, called in his little friends and I couldn’t stay around any longer” Gwen tightened her arms around her body, making herself feel even smaller than she already did. You took a couple steps forward ready to offer comfort if you needed too.

Her voice choked a little as she tried to get out the last little bit, the only real person she had left was against her, wanted to arrest her and was hurt by her actions.

“Miguel and Jessica swept me away and offered this gig, I haven’t been back since and as you know its been just over a month since I joined” You reached out to Gwen slowly asking for permission, she sunk into you, her arms wrapped around your waist, her head tucked under you chin just ever so slightly as she sobbed remembering the feelings.

“You should go see him” You said to her as she quietly came down from her heightened emotions. She pulled away from you and looked into your eyes before she pulled away fully. “I can’t” She responded before opening the portal to your dimension and entering it, leaving you there to digest all that information she threw at you.

“Its her choice, she knows what she’s doing and its not your life Y/N so stay out of it” You shook your head and followed in after her.

You were on the roof of your apartment, you could see Gwen had sat down already looking over your city. You sat down next to her and she slowly leant into you.

“I’m not good at opening up anymore, I haven’t even spoken about my dad since I left” You had a small smirk on your face. “I think I’m just a lovable person that makes people want to open up” you responded, she chuckled to herself and pushed you away.

“Careful, if that ego grows anymore I’ll have to get you a new Spidey Suit”  

“I am always here if you need someone to talk to, I know you’ve been through loss but like I said we can relate” You said gesturing to all of Spider Society, somehow Gwen though knew you were talking about yourself more.

“Thanks’ Y/N” And it was genuine, as genuine as it would get between you.

“Come on then Gwen lets get something to eat, A/N said she was cooking your favourite” You swung down to your window and Gwen followed suit.

#across the spiderverse #gwen stacy x reader #reader insert #into the spider verse #oneshot #spider gwen #gwen stacy #spiderverse spoilers #spider verse

[aubreysheadspace]

Hello! This is my first time requesting something like this so I’m a little bit nervous <:3 But anyway can I request the omori faraway gang (including Mari) with a partner who is just in LOVE with snakes. Like they have several snakes at home, both big and small. She knows all these facts about snakes and how to take care of them. Just a reader who absolutely loves sneks :3

MAIN CAST WITH A READER WHO LOVES SNAKES

OMG SNAKES LOOK SO COOL but I’m absolutely terrified of them honestly . THIS REQUEST IS CUTE THOUGH??? hope u enjoy ! (Spoiler alert: they’re all a bit afraid)

this man SUNNY has definitely never seen a snake personally, i mean he has no reason to after all, he lives in a town! either way he’s probably afraid of them without even realizing it

once he visits your room full of snakes.. he doesn’t move from his place. he’s petrified. you might need to help him walk from his spot at the front of your door.

conclusion: he’s never coming over, which sucks but hey, the man’s afraid after all. sure he had a snake give him daily allowance in his HEADSPACE, but that was in his mind!

AUBREY grew up in FARAWAY TOWN, so she also had no experience with a snake. nobody owned a pet snake until you moved into town (last time i checked). she always listened to when you spoke facts about snakes.

it was weird that you knew so much, she clearly didn’t take the hint that you probably owned one. so when she came over one day… let’s just say AUBREY saw the life flash before her eyes. (exaggeration)

conclusion: she was TERRIFIED at first, but of course you let her know your snakes weren’t venomous. at one point she even held a tiny snake in her hands, until she got too frantic and tried to shake it off. she’s also not letting them around her pet BUN-BUN at all, her bunny is not food for your snakes!

BASIL is a fond of all animals just like he is with plants, but snakes and other scarier animals are just.. scary to him. they are fun to read about.. but to actually meet one in person? he’d die from a heart attack for sure.

even thought that’s the case, he loves hearing all about your snake facts! your conversations are like a deal being made. you give snake facts, and in return basil gives you plant facts. it’s a win-win on both ends. so when he finally comes over and meets all of your snakes..

conclusion: he fainted, well almost. he tried to keep it cool but flinched at every one of them that tried to move. eventually he starts calming down and sees that they’re kinda cute! just.. just don’t ask him to feed them with a dead animal or he’ll actually pass out.

while KEL moved to FARAWAY TOWN when he was just a kid, he had grown accustomed to the town and never expected to meet any strange wild animals. if he did, he would totally go, "woah look! a cool looking bear!"

KEL loves when you rant to him about the snake facts you have up your sleeves! he thinks snakes are so cool and awesome, it’s like he doesn’t even think he’s gonna meet any..! until the day you invited him over.

conclusion: give him time to process the many snakes in your room. he’s gonna think they’re so cool! he definitely the type who goes up to one of them in their glass tank and taps the glass to say, "hey little guy!"

HERO is probably a guy who would pass out the minute he sees an wild animal roaming the streets. thankfully he never had to deal with an exotic animal in his life until.. you came along!

he’s a guy who would ask questions about the things a person is interested in, and would allow them to ramble, so of course he does it with you and your wild facts about snakes! when you asked him to come over, he doesn’t mind and happily says yes! i mean, what could go wrong?

conclusion: you might’ve just given him a new fear. spiders are still his number one enemy but snakes might be in his top 20. of course he tries to like them for your sake but.. it’s hard for him when they’re constantly making noises at him like they wanna bite him..

MARI is someone who’s a fan of regular pets like a cat than exotic ones like a snake. she doesn’t judge though, because it’s MARI after all! you can talk to her about anything and she would always listen!

so of course when you talk about snakes with her, she loves all the snake facts you bring to the table. she’ll even surprise you with a snake fact the next day, she researched it in hopes you enjoyed it! even after all this, she never expected you to actually have snakes in your house until the day she came over..

conclusion: she’s very … flinchy around your snakes at first, so you might wanna help her with that. eventually she’ll grow to love your snakes and start to think they’re adorable the more she focuses on their cute face!

#aubreysheadspace!~ #aubreys writing!~ #omori x reader #omori #omori sunny x reader #omori sunny #omori basil x reader #omori basil #omori hero x reader #omori hero #omori mari x reader #omori mari #omori kel x reader #omori kel #omori aubrey x reader #omori aubrey

[squids-comics]

So I just finished Loki, and I think I know where the MCU is going. This is going to sound like a wild conspiracy theory, but if it happens, Avengers 5 and 6 will make Endgame look tiny in comparison.

Spoilers ahead for any and all Kang related developments, as well as some Spider-Man stuff.

The groundwork so far:

Loki season one ended with the reveal of He Who Remains, a variant of Kang the Conqueror who stopped all the other Kang variants from existing by erasing the multiverse. He did this to prevent a war between the Kang variants that would cause all universes to explode or something. Ominous and spooky!

He dies and the multiverse happens, meaning the Kang war is going to happen, and it's going to happen soon.

Then Spider-Man no way home happened and Spidey and Dr Strange messed around in the multiverse. We'll come back to this.

Now I thought the show What If? was supposed to offer a teaser for the Kang War.

For those of you who skipped it, What If? takes us on a trip through the multiverse, showing us new takes on beloved characters. These included Peggy Carter but as a super soldier, Dr Strange but as an eldritch horror, and Thor but as a frat bro.

I figured the Kang War would follow our typical MCU cast that we all know and love and then these guys swoop in and help stop the bad guys in a big climactic moment, like the "on your left" in Endgame. I don't think that's the case anymore. And it's all thanks to one small line of dialogue at the very end of Loki season 2.

At the very end of Loki season 2, the TVA is restructured to be on the lookout for variants of Kang. One of the workers said a variant was sighted near the 616 branch. That is the single line that made everything click.

For those unaware (like I was when I first heard the line, I did a bit of research before writing all this out!), the MCU used to be branch 199999 of the multiverse, but has recently been renamed to branch 616. 616 is also the branch of the main comic universe, which essentially separates the two multiverses indefinitely. But that is actually a genius move, one that lets the films build their own multiverse without needing to worry about prior lore from the comics. And What If? is only a small sampling of what that multiverse has to offer.

No Way Home! I told you we'd come back to it. This one film has been the biggest project to flesh out the MCU multiverse. We all thought it was fan service, but we couldn't see the big picture yet.

The climax of the film involves the Spider-Man from Sam Raimi's Spider-Man films and the Spider-Man from the Amazing Spider-Man films coming into the MCU 616 universe to help MCU Spidey fight his villains. This explicitly connects these three franchises into the same multiverse! But it doesn't stop there! The end credits scene (as well as Morbius' end credits scene) connected it to Sony's Venom-verse! That's four franchises that the Kang War can pull from, but it's going to be even bigger!!

There's one small throwaway line in Across the Spider-Verse that connects the Spider-Verse films to the MCU. Miguel O'Hara complains about the various things going wrong across the Spider-Verse, including "Dr Strange and that nerdy kid from Earth 199999". Earth 199999 is the old name for the MCU. Miguel is upset over the events of No Way Home.

We could see some (or all) of these Spideys could show up in the Kang War. Tell me that wouldn't be way cooler than anything Endgame did!

I don't think it will stop there either! I remember one project really stood out to me when they were announcing their phase five and six plans for the MCU.

The first X-Men project in the MCU, and it's a continuation of a thirty year old cartoon. Plus, they greenlit it for a second season before the first was even released. X-Men are the fourth best selling single issue comic series of all time (behind Spider-Man, Batman, and Superman), making them a huge IP. Making their first project in the MCU something as niche as this feels like a slight misstep. Unless, this project is aiming to tie the original cartoon into the multiverse, letting these versions of the X-Men fight in the Kang War. I guess we'll find out when the show debuts in a few months.

There's also one more thing that they could possibly tie in, that I don't think they will.

I don't think they'll actually do it, but it would be really really funny if they did.

(Also Insomniac's Spider-Man games complicate this whole thing a lot, but I've already wrote way too much so I'll cover that in a future post if this one does well)

#comics #comic books #dc comics #web comics #marvel #mcu #marvel mcu #c #comic panels #marvel comics #mcu loki #marvel cinematic universe #mcu phase 6 #mcu phase 4 #mcu phase 5 #loki (marvel) #loki season 2 #loki series #into the spiderverse #across the spiderverse #miguel spiderverse #marvel xmen #uncanny xmen #xmen #xmen 97 #fan theory #conspiracy #conspiracy theories #fortnite

[mx-myth]

I had an idea but I’m not sure I’m going to write it so I’ll throw it out into the void for y’all: PULLEYVERSE SOULMATE AU IN WHICH YOU GET A SYMBOL FOR YOUR SOULMATE (POSSIBLY APPEARS AT THE YOUNGEST’S BIRTH OR GAIN COLOUR WHEN YOU FIRST MEET) (SPOILERS FOR pretty much ALL PULLEYVERSE NOVELS) (feel free to use and write/draw/etcetera but please tell/link me because I WANT TO SEE)

Thaniel Steepleton who’s born with a mark spanning from shoulder to calf, a mess of gears and clocks and octopus legs (???) and lemons and random objects (that suddenly become clear the more time he spends with Mori because they relate to his clairvoyance) (his mark takes up so much of his skin because isn’t he just an ordinary man, isn’t Mori his everything?) (he gains a little lightbulb for Six once they “adopt” (cough kidnap cough) her and it moves around wherever she wants; even Mori’s mark makes way for hers because isn’t he the man who would do anything for those he loves?)

Keita Mori who doesn’t get his mark until decades after his birth but who isn’t bothered by it because he knows his soulmate already, and when it comes it’s morse code and piano keys and a single pocketwatch on a chain over his heart (his mark is only over his heart (and small in comparison to Thaniel’s) because hasn’t he held the memories of Thaniel close to his chest ever since he’s been alive, isn’t he the reason he loves and the reason he still lives? His beating heart personified?) (His mark for Six is also a little lightbulb that usually hangs behind his ear on a chain until she decides to make a game of it when she’s bored and rolls a die to decide where it will move next)

Merrick Tremayne who thinks he’s soulmate-less for the first several years of his life before he realises that there’s a spot of grey on the bottom of one of his feet; as he ages it grows up his leg and darkens in colour. He thinks it’s a coincdence that it’s the leg that gets crippled (even if twelve-year-old Keita couldn’t bear looking at it) until decades later Mori confesses that it was the only way to stop him from running after Clem. The last day he ever spends with Raphael it is indistinguishable from true stone; he dies with a rosary held in grey hands.

Raphael who is bonded with the whole Tremayne bloodline; he has a mark for Harry and then one for Merrick’s father (whose name I forgot) and then one for Merrick himself (the marks disappear when the person dies, so sometimes they overlap when father and son are both alive, but how much of it does Raphael really witness, because of his “sleep paralysis”?); he ends with all of them carved into his skin when he fully becomes a markayuq and they all form one big picture (insects and spiders for Harry, tree bark Merrick’s dad (relating to the storybook and the sketch of Raphael in the tree), the leaves of whitewood trees for Merrick)

Missouri Kite with the mark of a lighthouse and two pillars that bursts into colour when he meets Jem Castlereagh, that instantly loses colour and recolours when Jem turns into Joe Tournier, and loses colour again when Joe leaves. Until he finds Joe Zhang, and he never loses colour again.

Joe Tournier with the mark of a lighthouse and two pillars but is confused as to why it’s coloured (he figures that he met them when he was young or something, or tries to reason with himself that it’s Alice’s); Jem Castlereagh knowing immediately once he meets Kite; and Joe Zhang, who learns he has the words Dearest Joe, Come home, if you remember. M branded into his mind, and finally decides that he can’t leave Kite again

Konstantin Shenkov with rusty streaks the backs of his hands, tinged with frostbite, and tiny text wrapping around his wrists that he can only read with a magnifying glass (it’s some stuff about nuclear things that he thinks came straight out of a textbook and doesn’t fully understand until he meets Valery)

Valery Kolkhanov with all of his veins and arteries lined in black; they all end on his back in an untangleable knot (he traces them and retraces them with his fingers and it’s what gets him through prison, the small joy of knowing that his soulmate is coded into his blood, even if he’ll only be a burden to them) (he doesn’t notice until Shenkov notices but in the knot on his back are the names of Shenkov’s children)

#i didn't really have any ideas for valery and shenkov but you can also imagine bananas and octopi #pulleyverse #natasha pulley #the kingdoms #the watchmaker of filigree street #the lost future of pepperharrow #the bedlam stacks #bedlam stacks #the half life of valery k #valery k #twofs #tlfop #thaniel steepleton #nathaniel steepleton #keita mori #missouri kite #joe tournier #jem castlereagh #joe zhan #merrick tremayne #raphael #raphael (bedlam stacks) #valery kolkhanov #konstantin shenkov #six #six (the watchmaker of filigree street) #six mori-steepleton #six steepleton-mori #what is her tag #i love her so much

[jae-20]

Ok, I watched ant man and the wasp quantumania and I have some rants I need to make here so bear with me

⚠️spoilers ahead!⚠️

How the heck did critics think is was going to be worse than Eternals? Eternals was so bad, I'm not sure anything could be worse. It was a great movie, not the best, but still good. I would watch it again. It was funny, fun, had some awesome fight scenes, and HOO BOY, Kang gave me absolute chills. He was the perfect bad guy.

Cassie, OMG I love her so much. I also love how close she and Scott are. Like when Scott storms the capitol, and he is MAD. Nobody messes with Cassie and gets away with it. I loved it. I also love how in the beginning when she was in jail, it was clear how Cassie was taking after her dad and he didn't want her to end up like him. Their entire relationship throughout the movie is cute and I love it.

Hank. Oh. My. Gosh. My man was amazing. He was still Sarcastic and cranky but I like that it shows that his attitude towards people have improved and he's not just an angry old man anymore. I also love his shinning moment when he brings out his giant ant army and he just stands there like a proud parent, watching his ants just plow over Kang. It was great.

The Quantum Relm I think was made super well. Since it's supposed to be a microscopic, unbelievably tiny world, it was fun to see how most of the world and the Quantum people were based to look like microscopic organisms. It was weird, but a fun, beautiful kind of weird, something I would really expect a place like that to be.

It also took me a bit, because I was wondering about something the Kangs said in the 1st endscene. They said they had to attack the MCU verse because they were growing too knowledgeable about the multiverse. But why would they just now be realizing this? With America being able to physically TRAVEL the multiverse and Strange actually doing it, plus the whole Into the Spider-verse events (although we don't know how the timing of this lines up with the MCU) and No Way Home, with all this multiverse interfering, why now? Well, the Kangs probably viewed it as a low threat- they've probably killed thousands of Avengers like Quantumania Kang said he did. But in Ant Man... they actually killed a Kang. A pretty powerful one too. Once they see that this MCU verse can kill a Kang, AND travel the multiverse? That's bad news for them. That's why they're coming for the MCU, not because they know about the multiverse- but because they can travel it, and they have the power to kill a Kang.

Anywho, thanks for listening to my rant, I loves this movie had had to share my brainworm thoughts.

#ant man #ant man and the wasp quantumania #kang #cassie lang #scott lang #hank pym #marvel mcu #mcu #marvel

[themculibrary]

hi! can I get some time-travel fix-its that feature tony and peter please

here’s some that I found for you:

a calculated risk (ao3) - SailorChibi T, 3k

Summary: "I'm your big brother, Harley," the man says. "This is our little sister, Morgan. We're Tony's other kids."

Peter blinks slowly, trying to parse that out, and cocks his head. "What?"

"You're my big brothers. Daddy told me all about you," Morgan says, wrapping a tiny hand around Harley's neck. "He missed you both lots, but he told me all the stories about Spider-Man."

"Did he now," Peter says, utterly bemused. It hurts to hear her talk about Tony, to think of all the time that Peter has missed. Five years. He's been gone longer than he knew Tony for. The knowledge weighs heavily.

Morgan nods so hard her pigtails bounce. "Yup! He's gonna be so happy to see you again."

"What?" Peter says again.

Harley motions to him. "Get up. We're gonna save our dad."

all the ways in which we won (ao3) - jbsforever T, 13k

Summary: Four months after Tony’s funeral, Peter comes home to find a mysterious box on his desk. The universe, it seems, is done waiting for him to move on.

It gives him another option instead.

Peter and Morgan’s 40-Year-Long-Day (ao3) - thisMarvelousLife T, 26k

Summary: Morgan is far too clever for her own good. She knows that the infinity stones can do anything, so surely they’d let her see her dad again.

Peter never planned on using the stones, he just wanted to keep Morgan out of trouble.

(The time-travel fix-it fic in which Tony lived his life with his kids from the future showing up at random intervals thanks to time stone shenanigans)

We Will Foresee Obstacles (ao3) - blackwatchandromeda (avenris) T, 11k

Summary: Contains ENDGAME SPOILERS!

"So are you gonna save him now?" Morgan asks, voice small.

Peter smiles down at her. "Yeah, Mor. We are."

-

The war is over. Thanos has been defeated, the population has been restored, and Peter has lost one of the most important people in his life.

After the funeral, Peter meets Harley and Morgan. They're all in the same position, all missing the same person, and it's not long before they come up with a scheme to save him.

That is, if they can pull it off.

-

Post-Endgame fix-it fic because I refuse to accept that part. Contains plenty of Ironfam, with a healthy dose of May, Ned and fake time travel science.

Whatever it Takes (ao3) - StarryKnight09 T, 89k

Summary: Peter’s struggling to cope after the loss of Mr. Stark. Everyone keeps telling him it’ll get better and that he needs to move on, but Peter doesn’t want to. He can’t envision a life without his mentor. So when an idea comes to him, he doesn’t hesitate, no matter how crazy it is. He’s going to get Mr. Stark back.

“What exactly are we going to do?” Ned asked. “Whatever it takes.” Peter answered.

- Tori

#Anonymous #answered #peter parker #tony stark #irondad #time travel #fix it

[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

Hey there!! I was wondering if I could request an Otto x reader where Otto is jealous of the time your spending with Norman (unbeknownst to him it’s purely platonic) - I hope that made sence

Hope your well xx

Of course sweet Anon, your request made perfect sense! I'm well thanks and I hope you are well too. Here's your request and I hope you enjoy it!

AN: Characters are from the Raimi verse. Mention of injury, not to the reader.

Otto Octavius x Female Reader

"Has anyone seen Otto?" You asked the other occupants of the house.

Max shrugged, Curt nodded once then frowned, Norman lifted an eyebrow and Flint grunted a no.

"Great!" You sighed as you threw your hands up, "I think he's avoiding me."

Max looked confused, "Why would he be doing that? He practically lights up when you enter the room and he couldn't stop thanking you for your birthday gift."

You felt warmth rush to your cheeks, "It was no big deal," you mumbled, "I just noticed his pens were running out and he didn't have any more space in his notebooks. And the cupcake, well he has a sweet tooth, doesn't he? And chocolate chip is his favourite."

"I agree with Max," Norman stated, "after all that, he wouldn't be avoiding you. And if he is, he doesn't deserve the title of genius because avoiding you isn't smart at all."

You smiled, "Thanks guys, I'll keep looking."

Once you had double checked all the other rooms in the house, you made your way down to Otto's lab. All the occupants of the house had their own labs complete with beds because they often got carried away and Otto's was your favourite. Despite being slightly cluttered, Otto's lab always felt welcoming and he was always happy to explain his current projects to you.

You knocked on the ajar door and called out Otto's name. After receiving no response, you pushed the door open further to see Otto sprawled over the desk asleep with his actuators hanging limply behind him hissing occasionally.

Flo noticed you first and the top of the actuator bobbed once in a tired greeting.

You smiled back, "Hey guys, that can't be good for him." Walking forward, you lifted one of Otto's arms over your shoulders. "Can you help me move him to his bed?"

The actuators clicked in agreement and together you were able to gently move Otto over to his bed and the actuators buzzed in contentment as Otto sighed in relief. As you turned to leave the man to his rest, you were stopped by a grip on your wrist.

"Stay." Otto slurred out tiredly, "Let me have this, just for tonight."

Confused, you didn't see the actuators moving to pick you up and you only registered their movement when you were placed on the bed next to Otto. His human arms curled around you and that's how you fell asleep.

A weight on your thigh woke you some time later and you blinked to see Larry resting on your thigh.

"Why are you here?" Otto asked abruptly and you jumped, not realising he was awake.

"I was worried and I thought you were avoiding me."

"I don't see why you would care." Otto snapped, "You're with Norman all the time. Why would you worry about me?"

"With Norman?"

"A day ago, I heard you two laughing while you were in his lab and he had his shirt off."

You shook your head, "There is nothing romantic between Norman and I."

"How do you explain what happened then?"

"He was working in his lab trying to modify his glider and he crossed the wires. The glider slammed into him and because he thought you would all tease him, he asked for my help in patching him up. The reason he was laughing was because I accidentally poked him in the side where he's ticklish. His laughter was infectious and I started laughing too. That's it."

Otto closed his eyes, "Then I'm afraid I've been a jealous fool for nothing."

You cupped his face, "You're not a fool, Otto. You're human."

Larry squeaked from his place on your thigh.

"With four brilliant actuators."

Otto leant forward and kissed you softly. All the actuators whirred happily in the background.

*Extended ending*

"Okay, so he was avoiding her. It was a misunderstanding. They made up." Norman reported with his ear pressed to the door.

"I don't think we should be listening to this." Flint rumbled, "It's a private moment."

Max pulled back to look at Norman, "So is it your entire side that's ticklish or just that spot?"

"You're ticklish?" Curt snickered.

Norman pulled back from the door and reached into his pocket to pull out a grenade, "You should all start running."

#my writing #answered ask #request #otto octavius #norman osborn #doctor curt connors #flint marko #max dillon #reader #otto octavius x reader #platonic norman osborn x reader #tiny Spider-Man: No Way Home spoilers

[rosethescribe]

Hi yes this is a petition for Stephen Strange to adopt Peter Parker, because that man’s Dad Energy TM was OFF THE CHARTS.

#doctor strange #spider man #spiderman: no way home #spiderman no way home #spiderman nwh #spider man no way home #spiderman no way home spoilers #Please Peter can’t just be alone he needs SOMEONE #when strange said “‘we’ would forget you in that last scene? #my heart cracked into tiny pieces

[fxa]

that venom 2 credits scene WHIPLASH

#as SOON as spacetime started to wobble just a teeny tiny bit i had an ANEURYSM i almost fell out my fucking seat !!! #venom spoilers #venom #mcu #mcu spoilers #spider-man no way home spoilers #smnwh spoilers #spider-man spoilers #bluh

[eupheme]

Helping Hands

Otto Octavius (Doctor Octopus) x F!Reader

Rated E - 3.3k words

Tags: established relationship, biting, restraints (m), mind-meld, kink realization, teasing, oral (m), size kink, orgasm denial, outercourse, PiV, cum tasting, age gap, sub!Otto (but they're both switches)

Contains spoilers for Spider-Man: No Way Home

Summary:

“You know, they have been with you for years. I think it you really wanted, they would listen to you. I think you could break free.” A palm flattens against the curve of one of the arms, fingers sliding along the cool metal.

Your eyes flick up from the arm to his eyes, your head tilting, “But I don’t think you want that. Do you, Doc?”

The device is small in your hands, your head tilting to look down through the thick glass of the magnifying lenses as you finish soldering the circuits, holding your breath as the pieces connect.

His hand is heavy and warm on your shoulder as he peers down at your work - it’s another late night, but your experiment is almost complete, and it had been worth the cups of chugged coffee if you could finish it tonight.

The protective acrylic cover you created snaps in place, and you feed it through a length of chain, tugging it over your head like a pendant. The electrodes are next, the backings carefully peeled off before you fix the small ovals to your temples, your fingertips smoothing them flat against your skin.

Everything is in its place, and you both give each other a long look before you flick on the device, the tiny bulb on the pendant turning green. A good sign, at least.

"Ready?" You ask, sucking in a breath for courage.

He nods slowly from behind his dark lenses, "Yes. I trust you."

The plan had been gone over again and again, until you felt confident about your work. It had been your idea - ever since he came back you had asked him to recount the situation with the nanobots, how they had overridden his ability to control his arms. That science wasn't something from your world, a detail that had taken ages to wrap your brain around, but it had made you think about other things.

Things like if he wasn't as safe as he thought... even if the inhibitor chip had been replaced - that there could be other ways the chip could be overridden, given the right circumstances. When you had voiced your concerns, he had listened, and he had agreed.

"I've been thinking along the same lines." He confessed, and his eyes turned to yours, "Do you have any ideas?"

And you had - thinking that it could be possible that the chip itself could be influenced, from an outside source. That with the right device, someone else could control them, rendering his metal arms into puppets.

It had scared you - that someone could possibly manipulate him, that someone could take him away when you had just gotten him back.

He had helped you develop it, to see how simple it could be, to see if such an override was even possible. The engineering you could handle and you had been working on it for a while now, but the link to the chip was all him.

There's a pulse as you activate the device, a pressure against your temples as you push mentally at the arms - gasping as they react, but it's to shoot towards you, their mouths opening to close around limbs. His harsh words sounds muted from the blood rushing in your ears as you push back harder, eyes squeezing shut, and there's a resistance, and then... a connection.

The fighting stops, a mutual recognition and understanding as the AI identifies you, the arms releasing you from their grasp. It comes with a flood of information that's almost too fast to process, but you're able to glimpse enough to patch together bits and pieces.

You're still in thought when his human hands circle your biceps, Otto's face moving into your line of vision, clouded with concern, the words pushed out as a whisper, "What is happening?"

"I think..." You offer, "I think we're safe. From this, anyways."

Blinking out of the haze, you glance up at him, "Your AI won't let anything hurt you. If anyone were to tap in with harm intended, their basic programming would launch an assault. I think the nanobots just worked because they were controlling the physical devices, not the program itself."

He nods, following your line of thought. But you're curious now, the strange link in your mind pricking at your thoughts.

"May I try something?" You ask, and he nods again.

You're certain it's all telepathy, but your hands move with your thoughts, tracing out an undulation that the metal arms follow. There's a tingle in your limbs as you move, but there's no resistance, all four spreading wide, before curling in around him.

"It's silly." The words are soft, your tongue wetting your lips, "But I think they recognized me. And that's why they're letting me in. They-"

"Know you won't hurt me." He finishes for you, and you smile.

You let you mind relax, and the connection grows, but there's short flashes, thought and memories that weren't all yours, and the arms start to tighten around his figure - twisting around limbs and pinning his arms to his side, a hot pulse setting your nerves alight.

He makes a low noise, close to a groan, his face tinged with confusion and something else, something that makes something low and hot coil in your stomach.

"Were those your thoughts, or mine?" You ask, and his face smooths - goes defensive.

You reach out mentally to probe at feeling again, and the flashes come again, a feedback loop of thoughts and emotions - binding, twisting, touching, moaning - until you're the one groaning this time.

"Oh." You look at him, the thoughts now more clear. Desire sparked in you now, at the an unexpected but very welcome turn of events.

“I think you're meddling now, love.” He says, but there’s a rough edge to his voice, one that has your eyes snapping up to study his face.

Your brow crinkles in thought, and the metal arms move, the bottom two lifting just off the floor and to the right, before setting him down next to the edge of the daybed tucked in the corner of his office.

His look is guarded as you move slowly after him, taking your time to toe off shoes and socks as his weight shifts, his thighs spreading wide before you climb onto them, your legs coming to hook around his waist.

“Yeah? What if I've told you I've thought about it, too?” You adjust your seating, his muscles tense underneath you.

He’s unreadable like this, jaw pulled tight, eyes masked under the dark lenses - your face reflecting back in them.

You fiddle with a button on the necklace, the solid green light starting to strobe as you concentrate. One of the metal arms moves jerkily, swooping in front of him, the tip closing around the edge of his round glasses, lifting them off his face.

His eyes bare his soul - they always do. Dark and blown-wide, the heaving of his chest now unmistakable. It’s desire swirls in those dark depths, desire and curiosity and surprise all stealing his words and rendering him mute.

Hands slide over his shoulders, across the leather of his jacket until you’re gripping the fabric, using it as leverage as you grind down into his lap.

"I've thought about this, Otto. Ever since you told me, how your arms wrapped around you and bound you. Made me wonder what I would have done if I was there." You can feel him now, the bulge tenting his trousers, the way he bites back a gasp as you roll your hips, his own shifting up to meet you.

His shoulders flex against the metal arms, but they hold him firmly, tightening around his biceps, his chest pushing further out with their grip.

Your head tilts as you consider, giving him one more chance to back out.

“You know, they have been with you for years. I think it you really wanted, they would listen to you. I think you could break free.” A palm flattens against the curve of one of the arms, fingers sliding along the cool metal.

Your eyes flick up from the arm to his eyes, your head tilting, “But I don’t think you want that. Do you, Doc?”

The rough exhale of breath is an answer, drawn out from a trembling chest, but you push for more.

“Do you?” You ask again, more gently this time, lifting to brush your lips against his jaw.

“No.” The word is quiet on his lips but firm, and you smile.

“Good."

He almost whines as you lift up off his lap, until your fingers drop to his waist, smoothing over the metal bands, until you meet his pants.

Fingers pluck at the button, the zipper, tugging it down and coaxing him to shift until you can pull the material down his thick thighs.

Your hand smooths over the front of his boxers, cupping him over the fabric, feeling him twitch and swell under your touch. Otto is thick all over - broad shoulders, standing tall with a curve of stomach, that girth extending to his cock as well, thick and heavy in your grip.

“More?” You ask, and his chin jerks in a short nod.

His boxers are next, the length of his cock bobbing against his thigh as you toss the clothing aside, the arms coming to coil around his calves again.

You sit back on you heels in front of him, admiring your handiwork, his lips now parted and open as you gaze up at him, before your eyes drift down to where he lies waiting for you.

Otto jerks when your hand comes to cover him, stroking and pulling, your thumb coming to rub over the sensitive head, smearing precum over the tip.

“Are you leaking for me already, baby?” You grin up at him, your tone taking a teasing edge, “I’ve barely touched you. You must have really thought about this.”

His glower is half-hearted, disappearing entirely when you shift forward, lips parting to take him into your mouth.

You swallow him down, your tongue tracing over his skin, your fingers coming to wrap around the base, stroking what you haven’t swallowed. He tastes like flesh and salt, heavy and swollen, the heat pooling between your thighs as you press then together to get a hint of relief.

“Let me take care of you.” The teasing disappears from your voice as you pull back, showing your true intentions. He took control so often it had become routine, with little opportunity for appreciation like this to flow the other way.

He bites back a groan, and your eyes flutter closed as you take him further down your throat - stroking and sucking and squeezing until he can’t hold back the noises any longer, his breath ragged in his throat.

Otto’s thighs jump under your wandering hand, your free one smoothing over his flesh, coaxing his hips to thrust into your mouth. Soft moans fill the air as he finds a rhythm; his length slick and shining with each flex of his hips.

It sends a rush of wetness - you can feel it pooling between your legs, dampening your underwear. You want to ruin him. You want to worship him. You want to make him beg, want him tell you that no one else can do to him what you can.

“Sweetheart,” it’s closer to a growl than a moan, and it’s then that your eyes open, the wrecked look on his face turning incredulous as your mouth pops off him, as your hand slows to a halt.

He repeats the name, an edge to his voice and you smile - tongue caught between teeth, watching his bound hands flex uselessly at his sides in frustration.

“Not yet.” Your hand pumps and he groans again, his hips jerking needily as you press kisses along his length, sloppy and wet and it’s not long before you have him right back where he was, thighs trembling under your roving palm, the other jerking his cock with sharp tugs.

His chest flexes against the arms, his eyes dark and heated as your mouth opens, tongue flattening against your lower lip. Your fingers wrap and squeeze - if he were to come right now he’d be able to watch his release splash into your mouth.

“God, don’t stop.” Otto begs, his rasping voice low, his eyes locked on the wet shine of your tongue, “I’m so close, please.”

You lean forward, a lick up his shaft as you do the exact opposite of what he wants - slowing again, fingers wrapping around his thick base to stave off his pleasure. His groan is low and long, lips twisting in a snarl when your hand leaves him, joining the other on his legs.

“Darling.” There’s an edge to his voice, his teeth gritting.

There’s a scrape of your teeth as you bite down on his inner thigh and he sucks in a breath, his cock bobbing heavily in front of you. A swipe of your tongue soothes the spot, before you move upward, a bite to the curve of his hip, his lower stomach, each earning a sharp gasp.

“I’m appreciating you.” You smile, now rising up on your knees, your fingers reaching for the zippered vest, tugging the pull down, taking in the expanse of skin that appears.

“You’re teasing.” He corrects, his dark eyes narrowing.

You hum noncommittally, your lips taking a new path, past a nipple that turns his gasp into a full-on moan, until you’re nipping at the place where his neck joins his shoulder.

“Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet.” He glares at your quote - knowing all about patience and prolonging pleasure from other stolen moments with you, but not fully appreciating the gesture being turned around on him.

“Rousseau.” He offers reluctantly, and you smile, your hand cupping his jaw.

“I think he has a point. Don’t you?”

You straddle him, the arms moving with your body as you push him back, until he’s lying back, his knees still bent at the edge of the bed. The arms shift now, grasping hands enclosing around thick wrists, drawing them up over his head.

Giving him an unobstructed view of you - and you of him.

Lifting up, you wiggle out of your trousers, fingers hooking around the hem of your panties as both are removed, tossed carelessly to the floor. Now bare, you shift forward until his cock is trapped beneath your cunt, the wet warmth of it making his eyes roll back, your name soft on his lips.

Fingers pluck at the buttons your shirt next as you roll your hips, sliding along his length until the tip bumps against your clit, and then you’re moaning with him - fighting with your sleeves until the starched white shirt and your bra joins the clothes on the floor.

“Just let my arms free.” He coaxes as your hips take another pass, his cock shining and slick with your spit and arousal. His chest heaves beneath you, his tongue wetting his lower lip as his eyes drop to your bare chest, the pendant swinging between your breasts.

Your hands splay flat on his broad chest, your back arching as grind against him again, the pleasure sharp and twisting in your guts, a puff of air pushing from your lungs as you shake your head, “I don’t think so, baby.”

“You’re so big, you could man-handle me even without your other arms.” You push down against him with the word “big”, his retort turning into another moan.

“Then let me taste you.” He begs instead, his gaze dropping to where you ride him, the flushed head of his cock disappearing when you rock forward; only to push from beneath your folds when you move back.

Your first two fingers dip between your thighs, down to your entrance - gathering up your slick until it coats the tips, leaving them shiny and wet.

His head lifts to meet you and his lips part, letting your fingertips press against his plush lower lip, before sliding into the heat of his mouth.

There’s a pinch of teeth as he bites down, trapping them as his tongue swirls against the pads of your fingers, a smirk on his lips as you whimper, your hips picking up the pace.

The slight pain and suction of his mouth have you clenching, grinding down hard as he moans, his tongue hot against your fingers.

Your eyes are hooded with want, and your lean forward to trade your fingers for your tongue, moaning at the sweet tang of yourself on his. He kisses you hard, teeth and tongue and moans - your hands fisting in his hair, cupping his neck. Keeping him close until your breath runs out, your foreheads pressing together as you gasp.

“Touch yourself.” He bites it out it like a command, and the words jump to your tongue - to argue, to push back - but instead you whimper, your fingers already sliding down to press against the slick bud of your clit.

It's instant relief, the tight circling of fingers, and then you're rocking faster against him, your breathing turning into little pants of pleasure, your other hand clamping down on his shoulder for balance.

He's murmuring you to again, how good you feel, how you're right, how he has thought of this. How perfect you are, how smart and clever, and it makes you moan, makes you ache for more and more.

If he were to come right now, the thick ropes of his cum splashing against your cunt, his stomach, you wouldn't be able to stop him - too lost in the thick haze, lost in wondering how to get the "more" you so desperately needed.

You’re close, can feel your pulse thudding in your clit, your fingers circling faster and faster. But you have it now - the pleasure cresting as you lift your hips, sliding the tip of his cock between your folds, your hand leaving his shoulder to line him up before you drop down.

His low curse turns into a surprised moan as he’s suddenly surrounded by you, as you grind yourself against him, your fingers returning to circle once, twice more.

“Otto, f-fuck, I’m gonna come-”, It hits you hard and fast, your pleasure spiking at being so full, at the hot stretch, your cunt clenching around him as your back stiffens, as your mouth drops opens in a moan.

You soak his cock as you come undone around him, and he’s following with a rough cry of his own, his length throbbing as he spends himself in you, hot ropes of release splashing against your walls.

Leaning down, you kiss him, his mouth hungry against yours as you ride him through it with gentle thrusts of your hips - until you’re collapsing onto the expanse of his chest, until he finally rests back on the bed.

Your forehead presses into his collarbone, sucking in rush of air as you catch your breath. Rolling your neck until your chin rests against his sternum, you give a lazy rock of your hips, his cock still buried in you. Satisfied for now, but definitely not done with him.

“Do you have one more in you, old man?” You tease, but your words are tinged with a content exhaustion, limbs still wobbly from your release.

It’s then that something seems to break, the connection fizzling out as his metal arms untwine, curling up into the air. The remote between your breast lies unresponsive, the lights dull flicker instead of the slow, steady pulse. His metal arms reach to peel the stickers from your temples, flinging them into the darkness of the room.

With a shriek, other two wrap around your chest and waist, hauling you off him and upwards - dragging you up his chest.

“All right now, my dear girl. You’ve had your fun.” He smiles, and flash of hunger carves through his features.

Otto pushes himself up, and the arms adjust, until he can throw your legs over his broad shoulders, until his breath is hot between your thighs as he tilts your hips up to his mouth, his hands palming the globes of your ass.

“Now it’s my turn.”

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A/N: my brain had a big "huh" moment when he got bound by his own arms (and I can't be the only one, right?)

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I was wondering if you can write something about reader x marvel cast where they go on the tour bus with James Corden. Maybe reader is dating a costar (you can choose who)

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We Are Avengers

Pairing: Marvel cast x reader, Sebastian Stan x Fem!reader

Summary: Basically what happens during James Corden’s Star Star Tour😌

Warnings: None :)

Hello darling, thank you for the request! I apologize that it took so long for me to write, but I’ve been busy with school and I’ve been lacking motivation in general. But thank you so much for this request, it gave me the chance to rewatch one of my favorite Marvel cast videos so thank you for that as well, it never fails to make me smile. I hope you don’t mind that I chose Seb as the co-star you’re dating! Also, yes, I know I’ve been writing a lot of headcanons but writing this as a headcanon seems like the best way to write it for me😭 I’m gonna add in some pictures that the cast took with their disposable cameras, so enjoy😉

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When it was mentioned that you and some other members of the Infinity War cast were going to be on James Corden, you were very excited.

You enjoyed making appearances on late night talk shows; Jimmy Fallon, Jimmy Kimmel—they were always fun to be on. Though you’ve always loved making appearances on James Corden’s show.

When you first heard about being on The Late Late Show, you were expecting to do a typical interview in the studio that would lead to playing a game later on in the show.

What you didn’t expect was to be led out to the parking lot with the rest of the cast, only to be greeted by a double decker bus with James’ face plastered alongside it.

At first you were all a bit confused but one of the producers came up to you all and explained the segment you were all filming.

Everyone was buzzing with exhilaration waiting to get on the bus. One by one you were called up, you being paired with Sebastian.

Wait, he would make you go up the stairs first so he can stay behind you, making sure you don’t fall. Omg and he would place his hand on your lower back too😭🥺

“Wow—Marvel’s own power couple, it’s such an honor to have you both on here. Thank you for coming!” James greeted the both of you. Partially acting because the cameras were rolling.

You and Sebastian beamed at him, proud of the title the fans and your cast mates have given you both over the years. “It’s always a pleasure to see you, James.”

James gives you both your name tags, pausing mid way while he was handing Seb his. James’ gaze shifts between you and Seb, “I’m sorry, you’re just both so beautiful.”

Seb bashfully thanks him, pulling you towards the seats, as you giggle behind him.

You and Seb sit towards the back, behind Don and Tom.

You all sit tight, talking amongst yourselves as you wait for the bus to start. In the seats were disposable cameras and some Late Late Show merch.

The bus hasn’t started driving yet, but you were all having too much fun with the disposable cameras.

Everyone was just taking pictures of each other. You and Seb took a couple selfies and some stolen shots of the others, mostly Anthony.

You even got a cute shot of Don and Tom:

Yes I know they used disposable cameras but I decided to tie in my ‘Polaroid’ series into this even though they’re not using Polaroids—just go with it😭

Being the more social one in the relationship, you were going up and down the aisle talking to everyone.

Seb stayed towards the back with Anthony and Winston. While you were at the front talking to Lizzie and Chris.

Being sad when you were all told to go sit down because you had to leave Lizzie.

Though it probably wasn’t shown in the video, I just KNOW that the filming for this segment was chaotic as fuck.

Chaotic in a good way.

But the whole bus was loud I just know it.

You could hear Mackie across from you talking loudly and laughing that contagious laugh of his.

You, Lizzie, Pom, and Zoe attempting to talk to each other from different spots on the bus over everyone else’s voice.

Chris and Paul can also be heard laughing all the way from the back.

James feeling like a parent because it felt like he was babysitting a bunch of toddlers.

The whole thing was freaking chaotic from the start, I mean ya’ll started the ‘tour’ with Benedict and Chris rubbing sunscreen on James’ legs.

Everyone passing around the sunscreen after, because it was sunny as hell and no one thought of wearing sunscreen.

Seb being a cheeky asshole and ‘accidentally’ smearing sunscreen across your face.

“Sebastian!” You gasped before a flash of light went off on you. When your eyes recovered from the flash you see Seb holding up a camera at you, snickering to himself.

James began to act as your guide, pointing out things like a coffee shop and explaining what it is.

All of you being childish and pretending to not know what a coffee shop or what a line is.

Laughing at Don when he got out of his seat and took a picture of the coffee shop. Like how he got into an over exaggerated position just to take a picture was funny.

Everyone being childish and acting as actual tourist in Los Angeles. Like pointing things out and asking about them or taking pictures of literally everything you drove by.

When Reggie Watts began that sing along thing everyone joined in, bopping and dancing along to the beat.

Like you guys are just having a really great time, happy to be in each other’s presence.

You could hear Sebby singing along to Reggie beside you, and you couldn’t help but just adore him singing and having fun.

He’d notice your stare, he may have had sunglasses on, but you could see the crinkle of his eyes from behind his sunglasses as he smiled at you.

“Na, na, na, na, na, na!” Seb repeated, leaning towards you to press a kiss on your temple.

Throughout the whole ride, he’d have his arm along the back of your seat or have it across your lap.

After the sing along, James went back to acting as a tour guide. He pointed to a red building—whatever it was—and deemed it as “Barbra Streisand’s holiday home”.

Josh Brolin, who was sat along at the back of the deck, raised his hand. “Excuse me! I—uh don’t mean to interrupt, but I have to use the bathroom. Can I use the bathroom?”

James pretending to cringe and telling him that in order to use the bathroom you have to be in three or more Marvel movies to use the bathroom—end credits don’t count.

Everyone being childish once again and yelling “OHHHHHHH!” Like a bunch of school kids.

James points to Tom, “Tom Hiddleston do you need the bathroom?”

Tom, with his soft voice and a small shrug says, “I’m actually okay!”

James then points to you and Seb, “My lovebirds at the back, Sebastian, (Y/n), do either of you need the bathroom?”

You and Seb glance at each other, “Nah we’re good.” Your boyfriend answers.

“Yeah, I used the bathroom before we came here.” You look behind your shoulder at Josh, a smug expression on your face, “Unlike some people.”

Josh flipping you off while everyone laughs at him.

Since Anthony and Seb aren’t sitting together, I just know that Anthony would be yelling at Seb from across the bus to get his attention.

No seriously, I saw them in the background of the video and even heard Mackie yelling lmao😭😂

“(Y/n) call Sebastian!” Anthony yelled at you from across the bus, pointing to the man beside you with a grin on his face.

You chuckle and nudge Seb, “Your boyfriend’s calling you.”

Seb would shake his head at you and turn his attention to Anthony; who just wanted to take a picture of Seb from his side of the bus.

James trying to get spoilers out of all of you but thankfully you all aren’t Tom Holland or Mark Ruffalo.

“Does anyone on this bus die in the next Avengers?” James asked. Suddenly you were all quiet, not a word coming out of any of you.

Until Paul began to scream his infamous line, “snITCHES END UP IN DITCHES!”

Getting confused when James suddenly asked the bus to stop and ran off the bus.

Next thing you know, you’re all hopping off the bus and walking into a comic store with a Spider-Man statue at the front.

Seb motioned to the statue and looked back and Anthony, “We gotta get a picture with that.”

Anthony instantly agreeing—he was willing to do anything to tease Tom Holland.

Seb’s not that huge with PDA, but he always needs to be touching you. So he’ll be interlocking your hands with his the moment you walk off the bus and all the way into the comic store.

Feeling thrilled to surprise the people who were shopping at the store.

You all walked around, mingled with some fans, taking selfies with them, and signed a few things.

You were looking at some Funko Pops with Lizzie when you felt a small tap on your leg.

You looked down to see a small girl looking up at you with wide eyes full of admiration. In her tiny hands was a Funko Pop of your character.

You and Lizzie instantly coo at the toddler, crouching down to her level so you can talk.

“Hey, sweetheart!” You greet her, taken back when she suddenly wraps her arms around you into a hug. You laugh wrapping your arms around her small figure and hugging her back.

“I love you so much!” She squeals into your ear, arms tightening around you. Your heart swelled as she excitedly babbled about how much she loved your character and how you were her favorite.

“I love you too! Oh my gosh, you’re so cute!” You decide to carry the toddler, who you later learned was named Lila. Her parents scolded her for distracting you from the other fans in the store, but you brushed them off, your attention focused on your tiny fan.

You carried her around while you met other fans and signed more comic books and merch.

You even introduced her to your other cast mates.

Sebastian’s heart absolutely melting at the sight of you with a baby.

Homie wants to wife you up one day and seeing you with a baby made his baby fever sky rocket.

“Lila, this is Sebastian! You know who he plays right?” You ask the toddler in your arms. Sebastian ducking a bit so he could hear her over the commotion in the store.

“Yeah, he’s the wiener soldier!” She replied. Both you and Seb had to hold back your laughs at her answer.

Lila bragging about how she loves you more than Sebastian.

Seb having to agree because he doesn’t wanna make a toddler cry.

Before you all left, you took pictures with Lila and her parents and signed a bunch of her merch.

^ the boys got their picture.

You guys get back on the bus only to come back to rolls of paper under your seats.

You all sang the “Avengers” song, singing screaming the lyrics dramatically.

Don and Anthony bringing on the vocals.

Before you guys get off the bus you all take a selfie together.

Leaving Chris Hemsworth on the bus and walking off the bus with your heart all warm and fuzzy because you had an amazing time with your boyfriend and your friends :)

This is so long holy shit

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3 Is the Magic Number | SM: No Way Home Series P.5 (Finale)

Contains major spoilers from SM: No Way Home

Catch up on parts 1-4 -> Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Parings: Tobey!Spider-Man x female!Reader /Black Cat (Romantic) , Andrew!Spider-Man (Platonic/flirtatious), Tom!Spider-Man (Platonic), Michele Jones-Watson (Platonic), Ned Leeds (Platonic). Dr. Otto Octavious (Platonic/Flirtatious).

Warnings: angst, near death experience (MJ fall), violence, blood & mentions of death. Fluff & flirtatious banter. Slight nsfw at the end and sexual tension but only for like a tiny portion. Unedited (will correct mistakes at later time). | 7k to 10k words

Songs for this chapter: “The Magic Number” by De La Soul, “Supercut,” by Lorde (especially for the bonus scene)

Chapter Five/Finale Premise: Goodbyes are hard, but necessary for the greater good. In an emotional conclusion to a day turned upside down, young Peter Peter makes a decision that alters his life forever. A life-long connection is born, a certain cat has one last piece of advice not just for him, but the Peter still haunted by his greatest mistake.

We’ve come to the end and I’m crying. Thank you for the support and love on this series, and I hope you enjoy this final installment.

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“STRANGE NO!!!”

The explosion was so powerful no one had time to react. The momentum combined with the release of the broken spell threw everyone off their feet. Circular ruins flew back and cut through the steel keeping the large copper shield held by Lady Liberty. Destruction ensued—the shield falling to the ground.

It tore the paneling, making the entire island shake from the impact. Y/N shrieked, feeling Peter 2’s arms tighten around her to keep her close as they started to lose balance against the falling floors. She could hear MJ’s scream from the side, her eyes widening when the girl was unable to grasp Ned’s hand.

The world stilled, Y/N gasping at the falling girl when Peter 1 hurls over the edge after her. His hand was extended, inches from bringing her to safety when Norma’s glider unexpectedly collides with him, taking the boy away. Y/N let’s out a scream, “NO!!” The same comes from Peter 3, not hesitating to launch in the air.

He barrels toward MJ, pushing a pole that nearly hits him and his arms wrap around her frame. They spin upright and he shoots a web, catching it on the scaffolds highest level. Poles fall around them as they land, and MJ looks up in both terror and relief with her arms around Peter 3s neck.

They make eye contact, the girl breathing heavily not seeing how his eyes were becoming glossy. “A-are you okay?” His voice waivers, emotion filling it’s core. She nods, still coming down from the adrenaline she just felt.

‘“Yeah,” she then notices how he was looking at her almost in pain. The tears were starting to form in his eyes, mouth quivering— Peter 3 tried his best to keep it together but was failing. His reaction had the girl concerned and she gently said, “Are you okay?” Though still overcome with emotion by the fact he saved her, he nods with a bittersweet smile on his lips.

The chaos still unfolds however stories above. The broken spell is on thin ice, Strange barely having the strength to contain it when the power suddenly becomes too much. The ruins expand once more, sending another shock wave through the area. Octavius holds Max with a tentacle and Ned looses his grip on the pole keeping him from falling. He yelps, but before he could descend to what would’ve been a very painful death, the cloak of levitation comes to his aid.

For the cat and her spider, the ground beneath starts to cave in. They jump together over the edge, Peter pulling Y/N onto his back with her arms and leg around him. He spots Connors, the man descending in the air in front of them and shoots a web to string him back before hitting the ground.

Remembering she had armed herself with a second grappling hook, Y/N reaches behind her with one arm and unlatched the contraption. She tightens her hold on Peter, aiming the gun at the highest level of the platform visible to her. The hook launches through the air, extending the rope as far as it could go. When it mounts, they are pulled up by the force of the bounce at the piece of rope extracting.

Peter slowly drops Connors to his feet, following close behind and Y/N hops off him. She tugs the rope hard, the hook un-attaching and allowing her to retract it back into the grappling gun. With a large breath of relief, she secures the device back on its holster behind her shoulders.

“Are you okay, honey?” Peter gently calls to her, and she nods removing the lose tie from her hair, letting the white waves fall.

“I’m okay. What about you, are you hurt?” She checks over him, seeing if there had been any cuts or scraps from the debris. He shakes his head, telling her he was fine and the two find Peter 3 with MJ. The woman immediately goes to the both of them, Peter trailing behind her. “Are you both okay?” She asks, placing a comforting hand on Peter 3s shoulder and looking over at MJ.

The girl nods, “I’m okay—we both are, right?” Peter 3 nods though not looking at either of them. The last of his tears will away and Y/N notices the emotion he was holding back. It makes her frown, but she realized what he’d been thinking about.

She gently pulls his attention to her, gesturing to put MJ down and when he does she reaches both hands up to cup his cheeks. The action surprises him, and he looks at Peter 2, but the man just nods—an empathic expression on his features. Peter 3 returns his eyes to Y/N and he’s nearly sent into another wave of tears by the look she was giving him.

It was one a mother would give to comfort her child. It was gentle. Compassionate. Y/N had wiped away a tear he didn’t realized had escaped. “Would you like a hug, Peter?” The tone she had was soft and reassuring, to let the young man know he wasn’t alone. The warmth of her gloved hands on his cheeks gave Peter comfort.

His lip started to quiver and before he knew it he was nodding making Y/N gently bringing him down to her level so she could embrace him in a loving hug. His arms went to her back, just under her shoulders not minding the gun attached to the leather vest. He had to bend a little because of the height difference, but he laid his face on her shoulder and felt the quiet sobs leave him.

“It’s okay, Spidey,” the nickname brought Peter comfort, feeling her hand rub circles on his upper back. A small gesture of her head and Peter 2 motioned for MJ to step away to give them some privacy. She continued saying sweet nothings in his ear, and held him until he was ready to pull away. When he did, Y/N could see the fresh tears on his reddened cheeks and she took his mask from his hands.

Lifting the material up, she removed the tears—careful not to poke out his eye. “Unfortunately,” she started to say. “I don’t carry tissues on me when I’m in Black Cat mode—despite all these damn holsters I have.” Her words made him laugh, bringing a smile to her face. “I know I had some in my purse—typical mom thing of me, but with all the chaos happening I don’t even know where I left it.” She pauses, and adds, “That’s not gonna be good if we find our way home within the hour.” It again makes him laugh, the man appreciating her attempts to cheer him up.

When she finished wiping away all the moisture on his face, she hands him back the mask. Part of her can’t help but brush away a strand of hair that fell between his eyes. When he tells her ‘thank you,’ sniffing, Y/N reaches up to press a tiny kiss to his cheekbone. It was a friendly gesture. No teasing, no purposely trying to make him flustered.

It was a silent ‘You’re gonna be okay, Peter.’

She smiles up at him, patting him lightly on the shoulder. “She’d be proud of you.” Peter looks down at her with newfound hope, remembering her earlier words to him about acceptance and forgiveness. It was like a tsunami hurdling towards him, the emotion overbearing. But the relief he felt when it was like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, Peter knew he found that forgiveness.

A small watery smile forms on his face, his voice cracking. “I know she is.”

And Y/N couldn’t help but add with a knowing look, “and she’s not the only one.” Another peaceful moment passes between them before the older woman motions for them to join the others. MJ was back with Ned, and the two moved to where Peter 2 stood, hearing the sound of commotion up ahead.

What they find is Peter 1 on the copper shield going head to head with Norman, having been fully taken over by the Green Goblin. Panic fills them, watching how Peter was putting everything he had into hurting the man. The death of aunt May filling his brain.

When they see Peter 1 escalate with the force he gives in each attack, Peter 2 turns back to Y/N and Peter 3. They both are as equally concerned, the two Peter’s share a knowing look. When the older man turns to Y/N, she takes his hand and squeezes it with encouragement. “Go,” she tells him, “He needs you.”

He squeezes her hand back, “Stay here,” he looks at Peter 3 with determination. “Watch her.” The younger man nods, and Peter 2 takes off to the shield. Y/N quickly glances around, relieved to see Flint, Max, and Otto were safe from the destruction and returns her attention back in time to see her husband stop Peter 1 from making the fatal blow to Norman with his own glider.

The breath she didn’t even know she was holding released. Anxiety had taken over when she saw Peter 1 try and put some resistance by forcing the glider forward, but her husband was pushing with all his might to prevent it. Y/N nearly ran over, but Peter 3 had stepped next to her to place a comforting hand on her shoulder, refraining her from doing so.

The silent interaction between the two Peters spoke a thousand words. Neither having to say anything to get the message across. It was like the two were seeing themselves in each other. Peter 2 being who he wish had been there to stop him from making his biggest regret, and Peter 1 seeing who he could be if he prevents himself from making his own.

With a pained grunt, Peter 1 slowly tilts the glider away. He’s helped by Peter 2, and the object falls with a loud clanking sound. Y/N and Peter 3 are both relieved, about to smile when they see movement behind Peter 2. “PETER BEHIND YOU!!” Y/N screams, but it doesn’t reach him in time, and she lets out another scream when Osborns blade meets his back.

He falls to his back and Y/N runs to the shield with Peter 3 following, but he pulls her back before she could get to Osborn. He still had a knife in his hand, taunting Peter 1 about May’s death. “She was there because of you,” Y/N was seconds away from sending a blade to his throat, but notices Peter 3 had the cure for Norman in his hand. “I may have stuck the blow, but you…” he trails off with a crazed expression. “You are the one that killed her.”

Without hesitating, Peter 3 launches the syringe in the air. It catches in Peter 1s hand and before Norman could react the needle was embedding in his neck, green liquid entering his system with the press of a button. Norman stumbled back, his body hitting the ground and face tilting in confusion when his mind is cleared.

The change in him was so noticeable, Y/N almost wanted to cheer that it worked, but seeing her man on the ground had her pushing past Peter 3. “Peter,” she heard Norman say, and Y/N broke through the debris—the sound catching Normans attention. When their eyes met, she could see his face consort into shock. He still looked the same as he did before he died, but it was obvious to the scientist she was not the Y/N he once knew.

“Y/N?” He breathed out, noticing how her expression was livid when she looked at him. Her eyes went to the figure behind him, and she hopped over a pile to rush over, dropping by her husbands side. Norman gaze followed her, and it was then he saw the familiar spider suit he was aquatinted with. Peter, his Peter—the kid who he looked at as a second son, was laying beside him with blood coming from his side.

“Hey, hey,” Y/Ns hands went to Peter 2s face before laying one on his chest. “You’re okay, honey. How bad is it?” She looked over and saw it was a clean cut to the side, tearing the material of his suit. It didn’t appear like the blade had punctured anything and luckily his accelerated healing wound take care of it, but the woman was still stressed and worried about how much pain he was in.

“I’m okay,” he murmured, noticing how her eyes were becoming glossy. “It’s not that bad—I’ve been through worse as you know.”

“Just because you have doesn’t mean I’m not gonna worry,” she scolds with narrowed eyes, placing a kiss to his lips. “You know how I get, Spider.”

“I know, trouble. I know,” he lifts a hand to brush away her hair and caress her cheek, giving the woman another kiss. Both were aware they weren’t alone, but neither cared. They had just had their lives on thin edge, if they wanted to show each other affection of gratitude and relief then it was gonna happen.

Norman was star-struck by the display. The last thing he remembered of Y/N and Peter before he mysteriously came to this world, was Y/N had been interning with Otto and Peter was still in school. Neither were in relationships from what Harry had told him. He turned back to the young boy, aware of the anger the kid was displaying at him. “What have I done?” His tone was pained, laced with shame and guilt.

Y/N suddenly snaps at him. “Enough, Norman.” Her voice hard and face with anger. “You’ve done more than enough. And I’m gonna say this once, because I believe you’re gonna be going back to the moment you were pulled into this world where Harry is alive—and I won’t get the chance to say this to you once the wizard fixes this mess—,” she purposely ignores the dumbfound look at the news his son is dead in their timeline.

“Put aside your pride and greed, Norman Osborn and be the man that’s there for his son. Because of what you did, Harry died due his obsession of avenging you—almost killing Peter because he was mistaken! He would’ve never picked up the goblin’s mantle had you not died. He could’ve still been with us if you were just there for him!” She couldn’t stop the emotion in her voice. It rose with each sentence, all the frustration she build up was finally released. Y/N takes a deep breath before lowering her tone, making it sound almost menacing. “So use what they just did for you as a newfound opportunity, Norman. Because you will never get another chance like this.”

Everyone around her was speechless, but no one is more than the man in purple and green. Her words cut into him like venom. No remorse, but it was a given for what she was telling him. He needed to change, otherwise he would lose the only thing he ever cared about more than any project or money opportunity.

More movement caught their attention. Peter 3 had landed beside Peter 1, kneeling down on Peter 2s other side. “That was you,” Peter 2s voice was in awe, referring to the throw Peter 3 had done. The young man nods, “You okay?”

“Oh,” Y/N hears him groan. “Yeah I’m good—I’ve been stabbed before.”

“Ah good-good-good,” Peter 3 says in relief, not missing how Y/N was sending him a look of ‘are you serious right now, this is my husband we’re talking about.’ “Hey,” Peter 1 finally comes over, taking a place beside Y/N and looking down on the trio.

“Hey nice catch,” Peter 3 tells him with a smile and the boy returns it.

“Nice throw.” Their attention is suddenly drawn up when they hear an interesting sound. It was almost like glass shattering, but if it was a skyscraper being demolished. When they look to the sky, the colorful horizon was filled with purple strings of light.

Peter 2 looks up at it in awe, though a little worried by what he was seeing. “What—Is that happening or am I dying.”

“Yeah, no that’s happening—that’s real.”

“Are there people in the sky?” Sure enough little white orbs taking the shape of human form were inching their way through the cracks. Y/N sees a bright light, and notices the man Peter 1 referred to as Strange struggling to keep the cracks from breaking.

“Little spider, I think your wizard friend is having trouble up there.” The men follow her gaze and panic filled the young vigilante. “I-I gotta go.” “Yeah—yeah we got him,” Peter 3 gestures for him to go and turns back to Peter 2, “You okay?” The older man nods again and Y/N checks the wound to see the bleeding had stopped. That was a good sign.

Her eyes trail back to the sky. The cracks were enlarging and judging by what their heightened hearing could hear from Peter and the Wizard, they would be going home very soon. Turning back to look at Peter 2, she seems him already looking at her and a smirk curls on her lips. “You really scared me there.”

“I’m sorry,” he sheepishly says, “can you forgive me?”

“I guess I can,” she dramatically draws out. “Who else is gonna help me raise two sixteen year old twin boys?” She doesn’t miss the jaw drop of Peter 3, who looks between them like ‘say what now.’ Her finger pokes her husbands cheek and says, “which by the way, I hope our house is still standing. You know Benny’s science experiments and Harry’s knack for bad luck can get a little out of control.”

By now Peter 3’s jaw is on the floor. “Wha-what-what,” he spews out, eyes wide at the couple. “Benny? Harry?” he doesn’t know if he should cry in sadness or excitement. Hearing they had twin boys, named after Uncle Ben and his best friend Harry—who they also had a Harry—made him emotional. “You guys have twins?” It all made sense now why Y/N had such a motherly trait to her—and he remembered how she called carrying tissues in her bag a ‘typical mom thing’’ of her.

The couple share loving look. “We do,” Peter 2 says with pride. “Benny, named after uncle Ben as you may have guessed, and Harry named after our best friend. It’s was cause of him we really got together. After he died, it was only fitting we honored him in a special way.”

Peter 3 could feel the tears in his eyes, overcome with despair. It wasn’t directed at them, no, it was because he wished he had that. He wished he could’ve saved his Harry, or at least have had a positive end with him—unlike what played out. “Hey,” the sound of Y/N’s voice makes him look up and sees her frowning. “Are you okay?”

“Y-yeah,” he says with a shrug. “It’s just that I had a Harry too—he also died and I wish I was able to save him, or at least have us have a better ending than what it was,” he specially left out how it was Harry who caused Gwens death, cause they didn’t need to know that. He changes the subject before they could ask anything about it. “What are they like—your boys?”

“Trouble,” Y/N laughs, making both the men chuckle with her. “They get it from me obviously. But no, they’re good kids.” She smiles fondly, thinking about her children. “Very smart may I add, and honestly Harry would lose his mind if he were here. He’s the more flamboyant of the two, and Benny is the logical one.”

“Though they are both the quite the handful,” Peter 2 adds. “I don’t even want to imagine what they’d do if they were here. Probably get themselves arrested by doing something stupid like try and use those gadgets Benny’s been working on. Which by the way have you inspected them yet?”

“Yes, a few,” she tell him. “The smoke bomb was not bad, but the electric taser disks need a lot of work and I don’t want him working on them without me supervising.” Something about what she said made alarms go off in Peter 3s head, mind drifting back to just before he went though the portal into Neds Lola’s house. He’s almost scared to ask the question, but his mouth opens before he can stop himself.

“Do they know about you being Spider-Man and Black Cat?” He received a nod from the too. “Is the voltage too powerful that could send someone into a seizure?” Y/N’s expression turned suspicious, worry in her gaze while Peter’s was more concerned.

Before the couple could ask about Peter 3s question, they hear the conversation between Peter 1 and Strange end. They move to help Peter 2 up, the man putting most of the pressure on Peter 3 instead of Y/N. More color fills the sky, but this time its bright orange in contrast to the purple. Mysterious symbols start to form, and Y/N realizes what was about to happen—a spell was being casted to reverse the broken one.

Their eyes watch Peter 1 land before them, his voice wavering and out of breath. “Uh I-I think this it—I think you’re about to go home,” he wipes a tear and Y/N felt her heart start to break. They weren’t oblivious to the conversation with Strange, well aware the boy was about to lose everyone he cared about—and there was a chance they were going to forget him too.

“Umm, look-I. Uh,” Peter 1 stutters, looking between the three with appreciation. “Thank you. I just wanna—I. I want you—I want to tell you that,” he stops again, can’t seeming to get the words out. “I-I really don’t know how to say this—.”

“Peter..”

“I want you to know that—,” he stops at Peter 3s soft voice, noticing how the three were looking at them. There was no need for a big speech. The words were left to be unsaid. They knew what he was trying to tell them, and they wanted him to know they understood.

Peter 2 smiled at the boy, “You know. It’s what we do.”

It was all Peter 1 needed to hear. “Yeah it’s what we do.”

Y/N grinned, looking between the three. “You know I’ve always wondered why people say three is the magic number,” she said in a curious tone making them all look at her. She looks them each in the eyes before settling her gaze on the young spider, “But seeing you three—right here in this moment, three Peter Parkers from different universes—well you can’t look at me and say there’s not some magic somewhere in there.”

The words were maybe a little cheesy, but they didn’t care. It was truly a magical phenomenon—a once in a lifetime experience they now shared. Together.

Peter 1 feels the emotion fill him again and starts to ramble, knowing time was running out. “Um-right I-I gotta find Ned and MJ. I-ah,” he goes to step back and leave the group, but he takes the chance and launches at them. His arms go around them, trying to fit them all in an embrace and his cheeks are in between Peter 2 & 3s shoulders. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.”

While the Peters arms are on his lower back, Y/N had her palm just below his neck, and was looking at them with fondness. Seeing them embrace was a sight she had never even imagined in her life, and she could feel moisture gathering in the corners of her eyes. When they pulled away, Peter 1 steps back—a grin still on his face. “I guess—I guess I’ll see you.”

He turns to leave, but Y/n quickly calls out to him. “Hey, Little Spider,” she says one last time, making him turn around. Y/N steps forward, still holding her husbands hand and leans down over to place her lips on Peter 1s cheek, the action making him heat and turn red. She gives him one last look over, eyes soft and motherly. “Stay true to who you are, kid,” she affectionally taps the under portion of his chin.

“You’ve got such a heart, and what you’re sacrificing shows just how true that it. You may have made mistakes, but that’s what being a human is—it’s how we overcome those mistakes that makes us who we are,” she gives him one last smile. “ The world needs a hero, and this world is lucky to have you. Remember that, okay?—When you feel like the world is against you, remember that heart of yours and you will overcome whatever life throws at you.”

His lip quivers, eyes becoming glossy but Peter doesn’t respond and instead pulls her into one more hug. When he pulls away, the boy nods to her with gratitude and the woman doing the same in return. They watch him take off, Y/N moving back to Peter 2s side— notices how he shifts once they are out of Peter 1s sights. “Ahh.”

“You are in so much pain huh?” The man beside him asks.

“I am.”

“Yeah.” He hums understandably, and Y/N snorts—maneuvering herself so her left arm was around his neck and her right rest across his stomach, hand nestling on his side where he was stabbed to sooth it.

Their attention was drawn back to the sky, noticing the cracks had disappeared and the symbols were getting larger and more intricate by the second. A sad smile forms on her list, glancing to the two men. “I guess this is it for us then, Spidey,” She says softly. “Wish you could join us back home. I feel you and our boys would get along well.”

His eyes had lit up at the idea, but then fell knowing it would never happen. “Yeah, It’s gonna be tough being home. Knowing you guys are out there in another world. I feel like I’ve found a new family,” they all glance at the trio on the opposite side of the shield, watching the interaction unfold. “Brothers, sisters, lifelong friends,” Peter 3 lists on. “I haven’t felt this happy in such a long time,” he sadly looks to them, “I don’t want to let it go.”

“You won’t,” she rebuffs, stepping toward him. “Because all that happiness lies right here,” her finger points over his heart. “Keeping it contained is only going to hurt you. Don’t think about this as something you’re about to lose, and instead look at what you’ve gained,” She gestures around in excitement, “You now have something special and it will stay with you forever. This world had three Peter Parkers for one shining moment—one of which is you.”

Y/N felt a fuzzy sensation in her veins. Judging by her husbands hold tightening on her, she was able to guess he felt it too. They were about to leave and she needed to get the words quick. “And your world is going to need their friendly neighborhood Spider-Man,” her tone becomes more serious. “So you better work on what I told you earlier out. Accept and forgive yourself—and don’t forget to let down some of those walls of yours. Open your heart out, and you might just find something special in return.”

Y/N knew her words were having an effect on him but his fond gaze, but it caught her a little of guard when she’s pulled off her feet. Her arms leave Peter 2s neck and waist, going around Peter 3s who had taking her into a strong embrace. “Thank you,” he says in her ear, voice muffled by her hair. “Thank you, Y/N. So much.”

Y/N rubs small cicles onto his back. “You’re very welcome, Peter.” He sets her down, moving to step away from the couple but not before giving them one last kiss to his cheek. The fuzziness got stronger, and Y/N lifts up a finger to point at the young man, her tone in mock scolding. “Remember what I said, Spidey. Or I’ll figure out a way to bend the multiverse and come crashing on your door to give you a nice taste of bad luck.”

Though her tone was playful and was enough to make Peter 3 laugh, the threat was real and he gave her a promising salute. “Ma’am, yes ma’am,” he looks at his fellow Spider-Man, nodding his head to the couple. “You’ve got a keeper there, Peter.”

Said Peter looks down at the woman beside him, love and appreaciation in his eyes. “I know.”

The sensation soon becomes overpowering and Y/N brings her hand to her lips, blowing the puppy-eyed man several kisses. “Don’t forget me, Spidey. I promise to not forget you.” His cheeks become red, playing along and making a motion like he was catching her kisses. “I promise, Kitty-Cat.” The newfound nickname makes Y/N giggle, blowing one last one as he begins to glow.

The last thing she sees before closing her eyes at the bright light surrounding her was Peter 3s smile and his hand in a peace sign.

When the fuzzy feeling disappeared and the busy streets of New York filled her ears, Y/N opened her eyes. She was met with the sight of water again, but Peter 3 was no longer standing before her. Daylight was breaking over the horizon —much like it was seconds before the fuzzy sensation started, but the atmosphere was different. She glanced around, becoming aware they were still on the island but there was no wizard casting spells, no people in the sky, and Norman was gone.

Something tickled in her brain, and the former vigilante had to hold back her excitement at the realization.

Y/N looked to her husband, who was also checking their surroundings and was about to ask the million dollar question when she suddenly stopped. Her eyes ran over his form, face going soft for a moment as she took in his features. The rays from the emerging sun made his baby blue eyes sparkle like stars in the night sky. His hair was sweaty and sticking out in various places giving him a tossed appearance.

He could be dressed in a top notch tuxedo, a simple t-shirt and pants, or his iconic red and blue suit and he’d still be the most beautiful person in the room. And despite the aging—which everyone goes through—Y/N would always find him attractive and sexy. She couldn’t help but admire him. He had lines and wrinkles, but so did she. He may dress like the typical middle aged man—a cool youth pastor as the kids from across a universal pond would say—but that didn’t mean he didn’t know how to look like a Hollywood star from time to time.

The man keeps the streets of New York safe at night and fights of bad guys. How much more sexier can that get? Not to mention he’s got two highly intelligent and occasional reckless teenage boys at home. They keep him young and busy which explains the occasional gray hair.

It didn’t matter how much time had passed or the amount of years they’d been together, Y/N always felt her heart soar with warmth in love whenever she was with Peter. Her Peter. This world’s Peter and friendly neighborhood Spider-Man who was her Spider. The man who’d captured her heart and soul the minute he offered his coat after making the woman spill her drink at Harry’s party.

They had their ups and downs, but through trial and error—and a whole lot of bad guys along the way, New York was never the same when the Cat from Flushing and the Spider from Queens came together.

“Do you remember?” the question leave her lips in a soft tone, fearing the worst he doesn’t respond right away. But the way his eyes soon light up, peering down at her with a grin so wide it makes the woman nearly bounce on her feet in excitement. “Well,” she couldn’t help but giggle. “That was quite the adventure, Spider-Stud.”

“It truly was, trouble,” he laughs with her. They embrace in a hug, Y/N jumping in his arms and wrapping her legs around his waist though being mindful of his injury. Her face meets the crook of his neck, white hair flying as he spins them around while they continue to laugh like kids in a candy store.

She pulls away from his neck, but leans back in so their lips meet in a kiss. This time its full of passion— not having to hide their affection and they break away after several seconds. Peter doesn’t set her down and instead adjusts her in his arms, Y/N doing the same so they were more comfortable.

“I really hope that if we’re able to remember, then everyone else did too. Maybe the wizard found a loophole or the spell went a little sideways.” He nods, agreeing with Y/N.

“I hope so too. He’s gonna need his friends after everything…” Peter pauses, feeling sympathy for the boy knowing he would have to live without May. If the spell did do what it was supposed to—and Peter 1 lost everyone who ever knew him—then the man only hoped the boy would be okay and make through his new found hardships. Loss and grief was something he understood, but if Y/N, his sons, and friends all lost their memory of him….he didn’t even want to imagine that scenario. “Let’s just pray he was lucky in the end. It’s the only thing we can do now.”

“I know,” she frowns, a sense of sadness filling her. “He’s a good kid—both of them,” she adds, referring to Peter 3 and his battle with forgiveness against himself. “They have a heart,” she puts emphasis on it and brings one hand over where Peter’s heart laid—feeling it beat beneath her palm. “Another thing you three all had in common,” Y/Ns gaze is full of love, and Peter could feel the heat swarm in him.

“It’s what makes you who you are. I’m confident he’ll be okay, because it’s the heart of Peter Parker that keeps the world safe and in good hands. It’s what drives you—and pushes you to overcome whatever obstacles you face. The world needs a hero like that—and it’s a beautiful thing that beyond our tiny little universe,” she boops his nose, giggling when his cheeks become even more red, “There are two others out there with the heart of Peter Parker —being the best friendly neighborhood Spider-Man their world has ever seen.”

By now moisture had gathered in Peter’s eyes. Heart soaring and expression full of love as he stares at the keeper of his soul. His lip quivers slightly when she brushes away a tear escaping the corner of his eye. “How do you always know what to say?” The cracking in his voice was unavoidable. Y/N gently caresses his cheek.

“Having to grow up faster than everyone else makes you more aware of things you look past when you’re young,” the words were simple, but had so much meaning. And Peter knowing everything there was about Y/N’s upbringing and what she endured in the past, knows just how much truth laid within that sentence.

He brings her into another passionate kiss, his hand coming up to her neck to hold her close to him. Despite her red lipstick, he could taste a hint of cherry lip balm she had underneath the color. The kiss had more enthusiasm, both relishing in each other’s touch and Peter softly moaned when she had tugged a little on his hair. When he pulled away, Y/N swiped her finger against his bottom lip to remove the residue left behind from both kisses.

“I love you,” he whispers against her lips, eyes sparkling with love. She pecks his lips once more, smiling wide. “I love you, Peter Parker.” He sets her down, though his arms remain on her waist so he could bring her into an a hug—his head moving to gently lay on top of hers.

A minute of comforting silence passes over them, the sound of birds in the morning sky filling the air. They knew they needed to get going soon, before the first tours to the island started to cycle in.

“We really had our work cut out for us babe,” she sighs after another minute of silence, though its more of satisfaction rather than exhaustion. “Reminds me of our glory days—though we’ve never fought so many enhanced dudes in a single night. I’m glad you were able to keep up with the kids.” There it was again. The seriousness was gone and her playful nature had returned now that they had a long awaited heartfelt moment. Peter rolls his eyes, but smiles nonetheless.

“You calling me old, sweetheart?”

She makes a dramatic gasp, “Of course not, that would mean I’d have to call myself old too—and we both know that’s not true.” His laugh brings butterflies to her stomach.

“I know, honey,” he takes her hand, bringing it up to kiss her knuckles before gesturing his head to the city behind them. “Now why don’t we get out of here and make sure our children didn’t burn the house down in our absence.” Y/N’s eyes widen, mumbling ‘right-right, that’s a good idea.’ The two walk down the grassy area to the edge of the dock hand in hand, reminiscing on the past 48 hours.

“I hope Flint made it home safe. He was never really the bad guy—compared to the others. He just wanted to go home.” Y/N thinks to the Sandman, hoping he was back with his daughter. She assumed he was from their timeline given he remembered Peter and had mistaken the younger boy for the one next to her.

“Yeah,” Peter agrees. “I don’t blame him at all—we’ll have to check in on him one of these days. See how he’s doing.” The woman nods, liking the idea. “Also I need to check in with Dr. Connors,” Peter suddenly adds. “—Make sure he’s not experimenting with anything that could turn him into a seven-foot lizard.” That makes Y/N shudder, letting out a huff at the memory of fighting the creature.

“You also gave him a piece of the symbiote, remember? Probably should make a note about getting an update.” He snaps his finger, the memory coming back and making a sound of agreement. “I can’t believe there’s magic in that universe!” Y/N bounces on her heel, suddenly giddy. “Wow, and you know now that I think about it that Strange fella looked awfully similar to the actor that plays Sherlock Holmes. Wait—what if vampires are real too!” Peter shakes his head at the thought.

“I doubt there’s vampires, Y/N—.”

“But we don’t know,” she defends. “It very well could be—I mean I wouldn’t see them as sparkling like the ones in that Rob Pattinson movie everyone was obsessed with—.

“Twilight—.”

“—But then again I thought all wizards rode broomsticks and had fancy hats but the Strange guy didn’t.” She thinks for moment before adding, “Though he did have a cloak.”

“I still can’t believe the kid fought an alien in space,” Peter voices when they near the the docks. “And he was purple? I wonder if he was just as homicidal as the goo one.”

Y/N lets out a sound of disgust. “Still relieved he didn’t make some star-studded appearance. Although I would’ve mind destroying his ass again after what he did.” Peter squeezed her hand, calming her before she thought of ill fated night that claimed their best friends life. Y/N let her mind drift away from it, the two coming to a stop so they could map out where to catch their web/hook onto.

A large boat passing under the bridge is in the distance—not too far and would allow them the distance to bounce off of the shipping containers so they could then catch the underside of the Brooklyn Bridge. “I say that’s our best move,” Peter points to the ship, and Y/N nods in agreement.

“I’d say so too.” They needed the boat to get a little closer before they could successfully land a good hold on it. With the short amount of time they had, Y/N let’s go of Peter’s hand making his eyes draw back to her. She reaches up to card her fingers through his damp hair, eyes becoming soft again before resting her palm on his cheek. “I’m so proud of you, Peter.”

He gazes down at her with tenderness, eyes full of emotion. “I’m proud of you too, darling.” He kisses her one last time before a mischievous look takes over his expression, and his mask is pulled over to conceal it. “Race you to the rooftop? Just like the good ole days?” A cheeky smirk makes it’s way on Y/N’s face, her hand coming up to upholstering her hook gun and she sends him a wink before taking off.

“Catch me if you can, Spider.”

*Bonus scenes*

Y/N’s laughter filled Peter’s ears, competing against the sounds of traffic below on the New York streets. Their little competition had them swinging through the city building to building and occasionally Y/N would spice it up by dropping to the streets, knowing he would follow after her. It reminded them of the earlier days before and after their identities were revealed—when the chase went from vigilante and criminal to a playful game of cat and mouse.

It felt like they were young again, Y/N’s bright hair whipping against the wind and Peters flips with each swing of his web. They were only a few feet with Peter taking the lead every once in awhile before Y/N somehow managed to get a pass on him. They could hear the gasps and cheers below them, the children leading the cheers at the sight of Spider-Man while adults stopped in disbelief that the Black Cat had returned after nearly seventeen years.

The murmurs from people on the streets had Y/N in a mess of giggles.

“Look mom it’s Spider-Man!!”

“Spidey I love you!!!

“Is that the Black Cat he’s chasing?”

“That can’t be it’s a different suit.

“She hasn’t been around since two-thousand-six!”

“Do you think they’re working together again?”

“Parker!! Parker where are you, boy do you not see this is breaking news! The Black Cat has returned and Spider-Man is with her!”

“Today is Peter’s day off, Mr. Jameson.”

Y/N flips onto one of the balconies, seeing Peter land on the one adjacent to her. “I can’t wait to see what the papers say tomorrow morning,” she calls out with a grin, adjusting her mask. “I can see it now,” she holds her hands up and takes on a mocking J. Jonah Jameson tone. “ ‘This just in; the return of Spider-Menace’s criminal turned vigilante sidekick, The Black Cat and her trusty pointed hook. See page five for breaking story.”

“Y/N…” he trails off, breaking into laughter by the performance she was given. “You know I’m gonna be the one to probably run that story.”

“Oh I know, babe,” she jumps onto the railing, catching her hand on the gutter above to let her balance. “Which is why I’m hoping you make sure the picture chosen as the print cover is on my good side—don’t give me that look I know you’re giving under that mask, Spider. I trust you will do your wife well with her request. ”

She was playing with him and he knew that, because what she really wanted was for him to make sure no photos were released that captured her face. The mask she wore was still the one from the alternate universe she had snatched, so it revealed a lot of features and anyone they were close to would be able to recognize her.

“I will make sure to take your request into account, but we’ll deal with tomorrow.” They shot off the balconies, the race back on. More teasing ensued between the two, especially when Y/N accidentally altered his probability field and he was sent flying into an opened dumpster with a loud yelp.

“You okay, sweetie?” She dropped down and helped him out, pulling off a banana peel that stuck to his head. A groan leaves him.

“Yeah-yeah, I’m fine.” He cranked his neck and stretches feeling a stiffness to his back. “It’s been a long time since that’s happened. Almost forgot what it felt like.” She giggled, brushing off the dirt on his shoulder.

“Sorry, babe. Didn’t realize it happened before I could even stop it.” She gets ready to pull the trigger on her hook, but stops to look back at him. “When did you get so slow? You’re spidey-senses didn’t tingle fast enough? I thought my bad luck didn’t affect you anymore since we got married.”

He groans, head dropping at her teasing. “Again, it’s been a long time,” the sigh he lets out makes her giggle. A sudden thought comes to mind and she can’t bear to miss the opportunity to mess with him.

“Maybe going the nearly two days without our favorite stress reliever made it reset—.”

“Y/N,” he warned and she pulls the trigger, sending her up to the rooftop. “—Bye!” He chases after her, shaking off the feeling making it’s way through his body. Of course she had to bring it up.

Several minutes pass with Peter playfully accusing Y/N of cheating when she clings onto his back. Her arms go around his neck, legs on his waist so her chest was pressed to his back. The wind whips through her hair, and the woman leans her head back with eyes closed so she could relish in the cool breeze. Peter couldn’t help but admire the image. It was a breathtaking sight with the sun rays illuminating her skin.

She opens her eyes, seeing the buildings pass along them and a smile takes over Y/N before she presses a kiss to Peters masked cheek. Very unlike of her, she forfeits the race—preferring to enjoy the last leg holding onto her husband with her cheek laid on his shoulders while he carries her.

Just like old times.

With one last turn onto a corner street. They spot a familiar rooftop connecting several townhouses together. Peter gives one last swing and his feet fit the pavement. Y/N hops off his back, moving to face him and brings her hand up to remove his mask after checking to make sure no one was in proximity.

“Oh no,” she dramatically says. “Looks like I lost the race.” She watches him bite his lip to stop the grin forming. “You were the first to touch the rooftop—did we even establish what the winner gets?”

“We didn’t.”

“Well, stud,” she leans into him, batter her eyelashes when he removes the black material from around her eyes. “What do you want for your prize.” Knowing what she was insinuating, Peter tries to prevent the blush from taking over his cheeks. But it’s no use. He presses his lips to Y/N’s, surprising her and raises her brow when he pulls away. “That’s it?” She sounds almost unsatisfied, making him chuckle.

“You’re trouble you know that?” She shrugs at him as if to say ‘I know’, and he rolls his eyes. “Let’s make sure the boys are okay, before we get into what my prize for winning is.”

Her teasing goes out the door, mom mode activated and she straightens her posture. “I hope they at least fed the cat,” taking his hand the couple hop off the roof on the opposite side of the street so they would land in the backyard. The first thing they notice are the bikes parked beside the trash can leading to the door connected to the fence.

It’s a good sign.

Y/N goes to look through the kitchen window while Peter swipes the hidden key from the hanging plant holder. There were dishes in the sink, a pizza box laying on the counter and the trash bag had been replaced with a new one. She could vaguely pick up the sound of the living room TV and a breath of relief leaves her.

The twins were home, and both in one piece. Now they had to figure out how to explain why they were both missing for 48 hours.

“Are they home?” Peter whispers when she returns to his side.

“I think so, the TV is on.” They both give each other a nod and Peter twists the key, quietly turning the knob and opening the door. They enter the home, Y/N moving past her husband and he closes the door—careful to not make any sudden noise. The clock on the wall read it was nearing nine o’clock.

Y/N nearly shrieks when the family’s—ironic— black cat named Midnight, jumps onto the counter to greet them. The little animal purrs, excited to see the two and struts along the countertop toward Y/N who reaches her hand out to nuzzle his furry cheeks. “Missed you, boy.” She whispers.

Hearing sounds that resembled arguing, Y/N heads toward the doorway leading to the living room while Midnight jumps into Peters arms, cuddling into him. The two peak their heads in, eyes landing on TV displaying a video game and their twin boys were seated on opposite sides of the couch, jumping up and down while yelling. “Why didn’t you go for that guy—he was right in the open?!” “—I didn’t see him! You were supposed to cover me, Harry!”

Harry stands up from the couch and turns to yell back at his brother, but when he sees the couple in the doorway the controller falls from his hand. “Mom! Dad!” He pulls off the headset and jumps over the couch, his brother gasping and following behind him. Midnight hops out of Peters arms as the twins approach, Harry going to Y/N and Benny to Peter.

They both open their arms, the boys stepping into them to embrace in a tight hug. Y/N’s hands come up to Harry’s head, pressing a kiss to his hair and she gently runs her hands through the soft locks. The twins switch and she does the same to Bennys. When they pull away, Benny gets right to business.

“Mom, dad, where have you been?!” He looks between them, noticing now how they were dressed and Peter’s suit was ripped on the side. The boys face becomes concerned. “What happened to you guys?” Harry turns to his mom before she could answer.

“Is that a superhero suit!?” His eyes then notice the scab forming on her forehead from where she had been cut fighting lizard. “—Oh my God, mom did you fight bad guys with dad? Is that why we haven’t seen you guys in two days—although that doesn’t explain why we couldn’t find you. Are you bringing the Black Cat back?” His blue eyes are full of wonder and his expression reminds her of how Peter 3 was in the alternate universe. Y/N looks down at her suit then turns to her husband for the right words, but Peter gives her a look saying ‘I don’t know what to do.’

“Uh-um, boys—.” Benny cuts her off, and she nearly groans.

“There’s no way—.”

“—Benny, didn’t you see what was trending on the Daily Bugle website?”

“No..what—?”

“It was Black Cat! They saw Spider-Man—dad,” Harry points to the man, “—chasing her through the city this morning! Like what they did before we were born—mom, does this mean your finally gonna be a vigilante again?” He gets all excited making his brother roll his eyes while the parents are speechless by the scene in front of them.

“Mom’s too busy running Oscorp and dealing with us to be doing that, Harry.”

“—but dad still has both his day jobs—one of which is with mom—and gets to be a hero at night,” the teen defends. “Why can’t she do the same?” The two begin to argue, with Benny trying to say how Y/N had retired years ago while Harry insists she could come back to the scene know that they were older. Eventually the parents have enough and yell, “BOYS!” The twins stop, mouths shutting and turning to the couple.

Y/N is the one to break the silence. “Harry—,” she looks between them, “—Benny, you’re dad and I have had a rough couple nights. To try and answer some of your questions, yes I was helping dad fight bad guys.” She smiles at their astonished expressions, noticing how Harry fist pumps that he was right. “Hence the suit. Yes, we were swinging through the city this morning. To answer if I’m bringing Black Cat back,” her face becomes mischievous, glancing at Peter who had his brow raised. “That’s TBD, let’s just say.”

“Are you okay,” Benny looks at her injured forehead and Peter’s side. “You’re hurt.” Peter waves a hand.

“It’s already heeling, no biggie. How’s your head?” The man brushes the hair from Y/N’s forehead to inspect the damage. She leans into his touch, not flinching when his thumb traces over the wound.

“A little sore, but nothing I haven’t handled before, spider.” The boys—knowing how Y/N was when it came to their dad—cringed at the nickname, but were happy to see they were okay. “Now, to more important matters,” she looks back at the twins. “What have you two been doing in our absence? I’m glad to see the house is still intact.”

Benny wanted to be the one to explain—in a more cordial manner, but his brother was all too excited to share the details of their little adventure. The teenager is practically bouncing on his feet. “Oh. My. God,” he starts, and Benny facepalms already not liking where it was going. “You will never believe what happened.”

The parents share a look, as if to say ‘try me.’

It had been a wild 48 hours for the two, so they didn’t think whatever the boys did could top what they had endured. Harry doesn’t notice their expression and starts to ramble with his hands waving to paint a picture of the scene, but his words soon make the alarms go off in the adults with every sentence.

“After you left for the store, mom—and you for work, dad—we, like the responsible teens we are, got ready for school. We were about to leave, but Benny started to feel his tingle thing—and you guys always told us to trust our tingle thing—so we kinda grabbed a few extra items before leaving.” He looks at Benny briefly to see the teen shaking his head rapidly, to not disclose what the items were. “So anyway, we get on our bikes and head to school. But as we neared the corner of the street to cross to school, we both felt this weird fuzzy feeling—way stronger than the tingly thing—and suddenly there was a bunch of people around us that hadn’t there!!”

“O-ohhh,” Peter’s voice cracks, his veins feeling with dread. Y/N is trying not react, her jaw becoming sore with how tense it was.

“Yeah!” Harry goes on, not realizing the anxiety coating his parents. “We nearly ran into them because it all happened so quick. It was like a fever dream!”

“—I honestly think it was a fever dream—.” Benny tries to reason.

“But it felt so real, Benz!” Harry nearly yells. “I mean c’mon—and the fact it wasn’t until this morning we felt the same thing and boom, we were back here. And get this, dad, there was Spider-Man but he wasn’t you! I mean he was a Peter Parker—but he was a kid like us, and his identity was exposed—that’s not even the crazy part really—.”

“I just want to say that in this ‘world’ we were supposedly in, it was very different,” Benny cuts in, drawing their attention. “I mean it was like the New York we have right outside, but like Harry said the Spider-Man did not look like dad and everyone knew who he was. There was this large tower with a big ‘A’ and had this name—.”

“—The Avengers—.” Harry adds.

“—Yeah, them—some band of heroes I think they called themselves. And I kept overhearing the people in the city talk about something called ‘The Blip’ and the Avengers were at the center of it. It was all very weird,” Benny pauses to look between his parents, his brows furrowing. Unlike Harry, Benny was more observing to body language and expressions. So when he saw how the two were looking at each other, Benny started to put him brain into gear.

Y/N was able to see Benny was catching onto their behavior, and redirects her attention to Harry. “Really? So where did you guys go in this ‘world’?” She really wanted to know because when Y/N first realized she’d been transported to another world, the first thing she did was check every corner of New York for her boys. When she didn’t find them—after checking the house, the school, the place Oscorp was supposed to be, and every location she could think of—she came up empty handed.

She wasn’t too worried about the boys being back home in their world. They were overall responsible, good kids that could take care of themselves—not to mention Peter and Y/N discovered they had both inherited a mild case of spider-senses & bad luck. And when Y/N found out both Otto and Norman had been transported from the past, the mom couldn’t bear the thought of the boys being close to them.

But now knowing the twins did in fact go to the alternate universe, Y/N was in disbelief they managed to survive the two days by themselves. And how the hell did she miss them.

Harry thought about the question, “we tried going to the school, but it wasn’t called what it is here and there was no one we recognized. We left and went to the store you normally go to see if we could run into you. And then we tried the Daily Bugle to see dad but there was no building for it—same with Oscorp! It didn’t even exist in this world.”

“We spent the whole day roaming the city,” Benny concluded, and his tone took a more explainable approach. It wasn’t hard for the adults to get the hint Benny was on their trail. He wasn’t explaining it like a dream he had—much like Harry was—the boy was smart. And the fact neither parent had denied the claims of dimension traveling was a tell sign they were keeping something hidden. They were instead playing along like it was a dream, because they didn’t want the twins to know it was actually real.

“—It wasn’t hard because the streets were the same for the most part. We had money, our IDs, and a few tech gadgets I’ve been working on—I know you told me not to mess with those until you approved they were safe,” he cuts himself off when Y/N narrows her eyes in disapproval. “But mom the tingle I felt was telling me I needed to bring them.” Again, Y/N didn’t deny and her reaction was enough for Benny to put the pieces together of why they couldn’t find their parents.

“Did you use them?” Y/N asks hesitantly.

Benny looks down guilty. “The plan for us was to find Spider-Man—that worlds Spider-Man, so we can figure out what was going on. But the kid was being accused of murder—.”

“Very un-Spider-Man like,” Harry shakes his head to his dad. The man wanted to laugh, but it came out more like a choke instead—still processing the information he was hearing. Benny continued talking, all playfulness out the door.

“—so no one was telling us where to go. When night came around we found a cheap hotel and camped out for the night. I was surprised they even let us in. And we kinda just stayed there the entire day thinking of what to do. Then we saw the news on the TV there had been an explosion at an apartment complex Spider-Man was hiding out in with five others—.” Again Harry cut in, excitement taking over.

“Oh yeah get this mom, dad, those guys you used to tell us stories about fighting to save the world when we were kids were there! Uncle Harry’s dad, you’re old boss mom, and the sand guy!” Harry pauses, a frown taking over as he starts to think. “But I don’t remember you guys talk about a giant lizard or dude who could sparkle electricity.”

“Because they didn’t,” Benny rolls his eyes, annoyed his brother wasn’t catching along that his theory of them actually going to an alternate universe was true. “It was probably the other Spider-dude’s villains.”

The room fell so silent you could hear a pin drop.

The reactions to Benny’s words were different. Y/N and Peter snapped their heads to each other—eyes wide, and Harry just frowned in confusion. It was enough for Peter to finally break, having been silent the entire time. “You saw the other Peter?” Harry’s jaw had dropped at the serious tone coming from his dad.

“W-wait what?” Harry murmured. “Other Peter? Wait that would mean you saw the Spider-guy too—.” He pauses to look at his mom and finally noticing the look on her face of terror. “And that means—-,” he turns to his brother, who was nodding like a parent would to a child. “Holy shit,” Harry whispered, before breaking out into a grin and jumping in the air. The moment startled the adults. “HOLY SHIT!! I was right! Oh my God, Benny I was right— we went to another universe! The multiverse is real!!!”

The boy was literally about to run around the house in circles cause of his excitement. He stops jumping, bringing Benny into hug that made the twin groan at the sudden movement and push him off. Harry let’s out a ‘wow,’ and spins to his parents when he sees they are both looking relieved to see they had been safe during the fiasco, but also worrying about what could’ve happened. His grin is so wide, Y/N couldn’t help the warmth in heart seeing how happy her son was.

It reminded her again of the other Peter’s. And part of her wishes they were there in the room with them.

Harry starts to ramble again, “So you guys were there too! Oh my god you fought them didn’t you? That explains the big lighting storm we saw at the Stature of Liberty. How come we didn’t see you—.”

“That’s what we want to know,” the parents said simultaneously. Y/N going up to pinch the bridge of her nose slightly before adding, “I searched every inch of that city when I figured out what happened and I thought you boys had remained here when I couldn’t find you. Did you two stay in that hotel room the entire day yesterday?” She then remembered Benny’s words and turned to him. “How did you two meet the other Peter—the tall one, not the kid.”

Benny crosses his arms over his chest, “we stayed there for the most part. But when we saw the news about the kid Peter’s aunt May and the villains getting lose we tried to track him down. We ended up running into this guy in a suit like dad’s fighting a group of thugs. Thinking it was either that worlds Peter or even possibly dad, we went to help—with the tech gadgets we had and no we didn’t get hurt.” Both the adults did not look pleased at the info. “When we tried to talk with the guy he stopped us and was like ‘sorry, kids—thanks for the help but gotta blast.’ Didn’t see him again after that.”

Y/N’s palm immediately goes to her forehead, cursing under her breath. “That’s why he asked about the voltage.” And she heard Peter mutter an “ohhh,” piecing it together too.

“Yeah,” Harry confirms, not hearing his mothers words. “He was gone before we could chase him. And by the sound of his voice we could tell it wasn’t dad. He was also way too tall to be the other Peter.” He pauses before finishing with, “We went back to the hotel after that—to wait it out and do something about it in the morning, but then we saw the livestream from the Daily Bugle about Spider-Man calling the dudes to the Statue of Liberty.”

“And I’m assuming you boys were planning on going to the statue,” Y/N’s tone is low, making the boys look down to avoid her gaze. She sigh is full of exhaustion. “Boys, that would’ve been very dangerous—regardless if you didn’t know you had in fact went to another world. What if your dad and I hadn’t been there? What if you still thought it was a dream and you went to help a stranger you didn’t know fight five technologically and biologically enhanced individuals where you got hurt. Or worse, died because you jumped into a situation without thinking.”

Y/N looks between them, seeing how they had shuddered back in shame and guilt. Peter stepped close to her with his arm around his shoulder and looked down at the boys, his expression mirroring hers. “Your mother is right. If that happened and we weren’t there, then we would’ve never known what happened to the two of you. Those guys we told you about when you were little were not in their right mind and could’ve easily hurt you without second thought. And there were two we didn’t know, so there was no way we could’ve predicted how they’d react.”

They didn’t even want to think about that scenario. Y/N leans into Peter’s side, brushing off the terrifying thought and redirects the attention back to twins’ whereabouts. “So what did you boys do? Because we were there and didn’t see you boys on the island.” Her tone became soft again, not full of emotion when she was scolding them.

Benny replies with, “we went to edge of the city—that’s where we saw the lighting and sandstorm. We didn’t have a way to get to the island so we just climbed the rooftop of a nearby building to wait it out—hoping the kid was successful in whatever he was doing and try to catch him afterward. That magic box he threatened the guys with—was that the way to send us all back home?”

“Yes,” Y/N says with honesty, “it was a wizards magic box.” Harry gasped.

“A wizard?” He repeated with curiosity. “No way. Is that why the sky was purple and orange?”

“Yes,” Peter replies, “Their world has magic.” He was still in disbelief that was a true concept. “They wanted to destroy the box, we wanted to cure them, some things worked in our favor—others didn’t.” He felt Y/N nod under his chin, and he gently ran his hand along her back.

“And then what did you boys do when you realized you were back in our universe?”

“We came right back here,” Harry says. “That statue didn’t have that weird shield so we hopped we were back home. We had our bikes with us the whole time so we raced here to see if you two were home. When we didn’t find you we assumed it was all a weird dream or something and it was the same morning we’d originally left. So we got on our game as if nothing happened and waited for you guys to come home.”

“And you ordered pizza?” Y/N eyed the box laying on the counter. “For breakfast.” Harry nods shyly.

Benny eyed them curiously. “What I don’t understand is how were Dr. Osborn and Octavius there? I can understand Mr. Marko because he left after you made amends, but you told us the doctors died.”

“And they did,” she reaffirms. “Norman and Otto did die all those years ago—the two you saw were pulled into that universe from the past. They didn’t know what happened to them, which is why the young Peter wanted to cure them because he didn’t want them to go back to their timelines and die. And when the wizard casted the spell after everything was over it sent back to their original point in time. So although we managed to save them, it created alternate branches in reality which is why they didn’t come with us. The only one who would’ve is Flint, because he was pulled from our present timeline. Does that make sense?”

Both boys nodded, saying “yeah, that does.”

“That’s great though,” Harry says with a smile, “You gave them a second chance.” The parents returned the smile, gazing at each others with pride. “Does that mean in Dr. Osborns new reality uncle Harry is still alive?” His voice is hopeful, and Y/N feels a pang in her chest.

The twins never met Harry. They were born almost two years after he died, but were always told stories of both the men they were named after. So it was natural for them to refer to him as Uncle Harry, because that’s who he would’ve been if he was alive. And the young Harry was all more than happy to believe there was another world out there where his Uncle was alive and happy with his parents.

The pain in Y/N’s chest is soon replaced with bittersweet sadness. She looks at Peter, who mirrors her expression and they softly smile before looking at their sons. “I truly believe he is,” she says with honesty. “And I hope Norman is able to be the father Harry deserves, because he’s been given a second chance so it’s only his duty to not let it go to waste.”

“And the same for Dr. Octavius?” Benny questions, looking between them.

“He still wont have his wife unfortunately,” Peter replies looking solemn. “But I think he managed to snag a certain device from the alternate world and will be able to successfully stabilize the machine he designed. The energy should be enough to contain it to not overpower.”

Y/N nods, happy to think Octavius would be okay. He was the one of the two she always thought about, and he deserved to accomplish his goal.

There’s a moment of silence before she breaks it. “I’m very grateful you two were able to stay safe. You boys handled the tough situation you were in well and we’re proud of you both. We’re not happy you almost put yourself in harms way—just to be clear, but considering who you’re parents are—,” she looks at Peter, a smirk forming. “I really shouldn’t be surprised.”

The man lets out a scoff, “You’re the one who’s always getting into trouble.” She laughs, arms going around his neck.

“I told you I like when there’s trouble.” They lean in to kiss, well aware of the groaning sounds coming from the boys beside them and Y/N pulls away giggling. “Oh stop it you two. It’s been a long fourth-eight hours. We’ve had our work cut out for us old geezers, and if I want to give my man some lovin’ for saving the world I will.” They groan again, more dramatically when she goes to give Peter another kiss.

“Do you guys have to be so gross about it?” Harry moans.

This time it’s Peter who pulls away, blush on his face. “You boys will understand this when you grow up.” They make sounds of protest, not believing they would be gross like they were, but Y/N just laughs at the antics. Peter rests his head against hers, both looking at their sons with affection. “It’s been quite a trip for us all,” he continues, “so why don’t we get some rest, freshen up a bit and then we go out tonight. Just the four of us.”

Y/N smiles widely, and the boys nod their heads rapidly. “That sounds like a wonderful idea,” she hums, stepping away from Peter but taking his hands in hers, “Let’s go get that wound cleaned up and bandaged, spider. We’ll have to get out the sewing machine tonight when we get back.” She goes to lead the man upstairs, but not before pointing a scolding finger at the teens. “And I want to see whatever the hell gadgets you took first thing in the morning—I’ll give you today—but tomorrow I want them in my hands no ifs, ands, or buts.”

They both drop their heads as they whine, but agree nonetheless. The parents give them one last hug and kiss before retreating up the stairs to third level of the townhouse where their shared bedroom was. Once inside, Y/N flops onto the bed—to tired to even get her suit off but the stabbing feeling of all the gadgets and weapons on her side, makes her grunt and sit up.

Peter goes to retrieve the first aid kit while she unbuckles the multiple holsters and belts adorning her thighs, legs, back and waist. By the time he returns, she’s removed them all and stands in just the leather material. He couldn’t help but stop and let his eyes wonder over her figure.

“See something you like, Spider?” She teases with a smirk. He meets her eye and heat rises, flustered at being caught. She walks toward him, almost like a predator on prey and he gulps lightly. When she stops in front of him, her hands take the kit from his hold. “I hope you weren’t planning on doing that yourself,” she tsks. Her one hand comes up to trace a line on one of the raised lines of his suit, gazing up at him innocently. “Have you thought about what your prize?”

Oh they were back on that topic. And she was getting to business.

His hands go to her hips, feeling the thin material through his gloves and he feels the heat again rise in him. It didn’t matter how much time had passed, Y/N L/N-Parker knew how to get this man going with only a few words and touches. All she had to do was look at him, with her dazzling smile and brilliant eyes and the man was done for. He would move building, defeat bad guys, and literally jump through realities for her.

The love he had for her could break the multiverse.

She leans into his touch, the first aid kit slowly being placed on the dresser—both aware his accelerated healing had did the job for them. Her hands go to his lower back before creeping up until they were on his neck, one going to play with the hair. The tension was filling the room, having been slowly building up for several hours.

“This is a nice suit, you know,” he tells her, eyes locked with one another. The corner of her lip curls up again.

“I had a feeling you’d like it.”

“I really do,” he compliments, pulling her a little close so his fingers could trace the zipper aligning her back. “You really outdid yourself with this one.” She makes a mock scoff to say ‘duh.’

“That was the plan.”

A laugh escapes him and so does one from her. They couldn’t help it, and although it was unexpected it did not ruin the moment. Instead it just made them think back fondly on everything that’s happened over the years. With their relationship and lives, it was a story waiting to be told.

And they wouldn’t trade it for the world.

“I really love you, Peter Parker.” She brings his lips to hers, and his hold tightens on her. He returns the words and affection between kisses. “I really love you too, Y/N L/N. So much.” The kiss heats up, filling them with euphoria and Y/N could feel his fingers trail up the zipper of her suit until they reached the top. When he did this, she bit his lip making him moan and pull away—blue eyes darker than they were before.

“I think I know what my prize is.” He didn’t have to explain, the tight feeling of his suit against her thigh was enough.

“Good.” Her voice becomes low and sensual. “Now me take care of you.” The heroes knew she wasn’t referring to the wound.

So the Cat & her Spider…well, as the kids say ‘lived happily ever after’.

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[astriddelize]

Gone, Gone, Gone | Peter Parker

Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x GN!Reader

Summary: After the events of No Way Home, Peter comes back to you. Just like he always has.

Word count: 720

A/N:  Obvious spoilers for No Way Home, so read at your own discretion. My love for Andrew Garfield has just been growing for the past 9 years, so you can bet I am going to add my shitty writing to the mix.

Masterlist

The feeling of being back in his universe is overwhelming. Especially after the events of the past few days.

He now knows that the multiverse is real. That all those goofy string theories he had often joked about were the beginning of something else, something big. That somewhere out there, maybe even in his timeline, he didn’t become the killer whom he resented.

His thoughts are disturbed as he feels his phone vibrate in his pocket. He feels his pulse begin to quicken as Aunt May's picture takes over the screen.

When was the last time he saw Aunt May anyway?

He debates answering, knowing that doing so will only lead to another lie which he knows his aunt is sick of hearing.

Settling for a text, he lets her know he’s alive and will be home for dinner. The voice inside his head mocks him for being insincere, and he has to push back the taunting thought.

She deserves the truth. All of it, and maybe after tonight, he will be able to do that for her.

He just needs to do one thing first.

He’s aware that time is drastically different in his universe compared to the one he just came back from. His phone calendar and the numerous ‘Where is Spider-man?’ signs have made him very conscious of that fact.

Walking past the busy city streets, he begins to feel the butterflies in his stomach flutter more and more furiously at the mere thought of you. He wonders what you’ve been up to since his absence and hopes that you can forgive him for being gone for so long.

Entering the tiny flower shop that you have often raved about, he’s determined to find a nice bouquet. One that hopefully, downplays the earful that he knows will be waiting for him.

Staring at the different flower selections, he feels his lips begin to curve into a smile as another wave of nostalgia hits him.

He knows you’ll be happy to see him, just like you have all those times before.

You’ll probably scold him for keeping you in the dark. Followed by a quick interrogation to make sure he’s not too hurt. Afterward, you’ll hug him, God he’s missed your hugs. The time and distance between the two of you won’t matter then, after all, he’s come back to you. Just like he’s always promised.

Finally finding a bouquet that catches his eye, he shuffles out of the store, grinning like a child in a candy shop.

The next stop is your favorite sub shop. It isn't the healthiest choice, and he’s well aware that he’s just trying to butter you up at this point, but it’s well deserved. You deserve all your favorite things and his reappearance calls for a celebration.

Handing the cashier his money, he chooses to ignore the sympathetic smile thrown his way. Nothing will ruin this day, not even the pitiful glaze of the store clerk or the ground custodians as he makes his way to you.

Laying down the checkered red and white blanket he feels at peace. The scene in front of him appears to look like something from one of your favorite romcoms and he’s beyond proud of himself.

Turning to you, he begins his retelling of the past few days.

It’s funny how just your presence makes him feel at peace.

He doesn’t even realize the hours that have gone by, the color in the sky now a dull grey, his focus primarily on giving you a detailed retailing of his previous adventure.

“You should have been there (Y/N), ” he smiles fondly at his story.

“The girl, his girl. His MJ. She’s safe.”

The tears at the corners of his eyes threaten to fall, and he has to blink quickly to prevent that from happening.

“I know I wasn’t quick enough to save you,” his fingers trace the engraved letters of your headstone. Stopping to pick up your framed graduation picture.

“But I promise you that I’m going to make it up to you with each person I help. I’m going to keep making you proud.”

Fixing the bouquet from earlier on the headstone saddle, he begins to stand.

He failed you once, and he swears on everything he has left, that he won’t fail you again.

#andrew garfield x reader #andrew garfield imagine #tasm!peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine

[callme-secret]

Spider-Dad

Part 1 : The Origin

NO WAY HOME SPOILERS

A (TASM) DAD!Peter Parker x Daughter!Reader

Plot : (Y/N) May Parker has been Spiderman for a total of two years. She learned to expect the unexpected, but seeing her dead dad in another dimension? That's too much even for her.

Warnings : swearing, angst, teen angst like reader is litterly kind if a brat but I love her, character death

A/N : did I promise a uncle Regulus fic? Yes. Did I also say I was writing a soulmate au for Peter parker as well? Yeah. But this was finished first and its cute, so this is what you get. Also this a three parter, this is just the readers origin story, Peter doesn't even make an actual appearance until the way end.

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(Y/n) May Parker had a good childhood for the most part. Honestly she had everything she could've ever needed, and more. Her parents and her lived in a tiny town house just on the outskirts of Brooklyn, and even though it was small every square inch was filled with happy memories. Even the street they lived on were filled with memories. Their neighbors luckily had a young boy around (Y/n)'s age, that quickly became her best friend. The two had created stories and worlds entirely from the steps of their homes. She couldn't walk two feet outside of her house without being reminded of something stupid and funny she had done at that same spot. How could she ask for anything more?

Her parents where top scientists at Oscorp. A job that kept them busy alot, but they still made time for (Y/N), making sure to take every Tuesday off to have a day with her. Both of them worked on biochemistry that could possibly change the medical field. If they succeeded people could regrow limbs, and expand the life expectancy. Her mom, Gwen Parker, worked with lizards, while her dad, Peter Parker, worked with spiders.

Apparently her grandad also worked with spiders before he went missing. Peter had picked off where he left off, continuing the experiments and research. Although he hadn't made nearly as much progress as he hoped. He still told his daughter about every improvemnt or revelation, and (Y/N) absorbed every word. She was utterly fascinated with her father's work.

She used to listen to him talk about it for hours. Dinners, mornings, during bed time stories, the two would always talk about his latest breakthrough. The young girl never even bored by the big words and long math problems, always listening with her full attention. She'd ask questions that would send Peter off into a tangent, before they where both shushed and sent of too bed.

It got to the point where her mother had given the two nicknames for their bug obsession. Originally it was meant to make fun of of the two, but of course they quickly grew attached to the names. Peter had been dubbed spiderman by the two Parker girls. Pretty quickly dad was forgotten form (y/n)'s vocabulary, spiderman quickly taking its place. Many a teachers where very confused when one of their students kepts drawing a man in a red mask and a lab cost instead of their dad. Peter, in turn, did the same thing, never once calling her by the name him and Gwen had spent hours picking out, but instead Spiderling. Pretty quickly everyone began calling her Spiderling, from her mom to Aunt May.

Even her best friend, Miles Morales, called her Spiderling. Though the nickname was strictly reserved for family, he was the only exception. (despite Peter's arguments) Soon, (Y/N)'s true name was hardly ever spoken, and she couldn't be happier.

All in all her childhood was great, she didn't have one thing she would change.

Until Peter Parker was found shot in an alley.

The cops didn't have any awnsers. Nothing was stolen. He still had his wallet when he was found, so it wasn't a mugging. Any suspect they had, had an alibi, and there was no witness. No one knew what happened that night, and the police had no leads. There wasn't even a person who would speak bad about Peter B. Parker, let alone kill him. So they closed the case. Left it to rot in a folder, on a shelf, with the rest of the dead ends.

(Y/N) had never seen her mother cry until that day. Rarely if ever, had Gwen Parker cried in front of her daughter. It was a pride thing, she wanted her to think that she was strong, that she was unbeatable, but this? This was too much, she couldn't pretend with this. (Y/N) had never even see her mother flinch, and yet, there she was. Sobbing like her chest was about to cave in. It broke her heart to see her mom like that.

For a while the world felt a little grey, and the name spiderman was never spoken again in the Parker house.

Science fairs, spelling bees, decathlons, anything that would distance herself from the depressing idea of her dad. During this time, Miles and her had never been more close. Luckily the two had been given scholarships to the same school, and had spent nearly every day together. Where one was, the other wasn't far behind. Homework, school dances, first dates, they did everything together. His family became hers, and vice versa.

It took a while for things to get back to normal, but pretty soon (Y/N) started middle school. All wallowing and self pity left behind, so she could foucs on classes and school drama. She didn't want to be known as the girl with the dead dad, so she did everything she could to distract herself from it. Pretended like nothing had ever happened.

If her mom had to spend a late night at work, or go somewhere for business, (Y/N) was always entrusted to the care of the Morales Family. The families spent holidays together, and even had a designated night once a month to have dinner together. The two even had spare clothes at each others houses incase of an impromptu sleep over. Truly, if the dictionary had pictures, (Y/N) was sure Miles smiling face would be right beside the definition of Best friend.

She told him everything, and he did the same.

After her dad died, (Y/N) and her mom had unintentionally been avoiding May. She was just too much of a reminder. The way she laughed, the way she spoke, even how she would saw her name, it was all the exact way he used to. Even May's house was a reminder. All of her dads things had been hidden in the attic at her house, but May kept everything out. His highschool diploma, his wedding photo, even his briefcase sat by the door as if waiting for him to come back and take it to work.

On one of the rare times Miles family had plans out of town, and Gwen had a business trip to somewhere in Washington dc, (Y/N) was left with her great aunt May. Aunt May had always been a constant in her life, something she was sure her dad was glad for. May did everything her parents couldn't, she baked all of (Y/N)s birthday cakes, taught her to ride a bike, and spent hours teaching her how to sew. Truly she was the best grandmother anyone could ask for, even if she wasn't actually her grandma.

Which is why it hurt so much to see her.

Worst of all, (Y/N) had been given his old bed room to sleep in. A time capsule of Peter Parker from his highschool days, everything left untouched. It all hurt to look at, but she couldn't tell her aunt that. It would break the woman's heart to know she was hurting (Y/N), and that was the last thing she'd ever want to do.

So (Y/N) sucked it up. It was only three days anyways, she could handle three days. She could ignore it for that long. Atleast that's what she told herself.

Besides it was kind of interesting to see was her dad was into back then. Though it seemed all that he had left behind where Coldplay CDs, and forgotten science projects, she still found joy in the little things he's left behind. It was when she decided to go through his brief case that everything went to shit.

It was the basic stuff really, chemical equations, a calculator, his glasses. Glasses that she quickly slipped onto her face, they where slightly to big and kept slipping down the brige of her nose but she didnt mind. When she looked in the mirror, for a secound she could convince herself it wasn't her reflection, but her dad staring back at her.

The only other thing in the brief case was a live spider. It was stuck in a sealed vial, and it looked as if to be glaring at her. (Not that she minded, she would also be pissed to be left in a vial and forgotten.) Putting it to the side, (Y/N) decided to release it later.

She tried to read his notes, though it was hard. She was top of her class at one of the best school in New York, but even then she was still just a sixth grader. Words that where hard to understand where overshadowed by poorly drawn spiders scribbled in the margins of his notes, a fact that made her smile.

She was tracing her finger over one of her dads doodles when she felt a sharp pang on the back of her neck. Slapping the spot with out hesitation, (Y/N) was surprised to see the remains of the spider squished onto her palm. Somehow it had to of escaped when she had set it down, though how It manged to climb up to her neck so fast was beyond her.

"Dinner time!" May shouted, effectively distracting (Y/N) from her thoughts.

"Coming!" She yelled back, jumping from her spot and rushing out of her Dads old room, all question about the now dead spider quickly forgotten.

The next morning was a utter chaos. (Y/N) had woken up to her dads 50 year old alarm clock blaring unholy loud screams. When she went to shut it off, it smashed to pieces beneath her fingertips. Something she was quick to pass as old things break easy.

Only it countied to happen. She broke the closet door off its hinges when she went to steal one of Peter's old hoodies. The nob to the bathroom facet popped off it her hands, effectively spraying water everywhere until she manged to force it back on. It happened to often for her to act as if it was all a coincidence.

When May drove her to school, (Y/N) made it a point to sit as still as possible and touch everything with the lightest pressure. She wouldn't even breathe to heavy in fear of breaking something. As soon as May came to a stop, she hopped out, nothing but a "see you soon" slipping from her lips before she accidentally slammed the door. Apparently she was still using to much strength.

She made it nearly three steps before someone fell into place by her side. Miles grinned at her, rapping his arm around her shoulder with out even a thought. "Hey Parker, how's your morning going?" He asked, never once looking away from her.

She stared back at him, her eyes wide. "I'm pretty sure I'm on drugs."

"Wait what?"

"Either that or I became superman over night."

Not an ideal situation, (y/n) realized. Even without the fear of accidently lodging a dodge ball into the sun, (Y/N) hated gym class. The uniforms where old and itchy, the teacher slightly greasy, and worst of all Flash Thompson Jr. was in this class. His dad had tortured hers in highschool, and it seemed he wanted to keep up the tradition.

"What are you talking about?" Miles questioned, but before she could awnser the bell rang. Glaring at the disruption, he pointed a finger in her direction and said; "this conversation is not over with. You need to explain why you're being so weird. Werider than normal." And that was it. The two rushed off to their first class of the day, there conversation reserved for a later time.

Unfortunately, their first class of the day happened to be Gym.

"Hey Parker." He sneered at her, a foam ball bouncing between his two hands. "The game today is dodgeball, you know what that means."

Before she could even respond, Miles was right beside her. "Screw off Flash, why don't you go play soccor with your head again."

"Mind your business Miles, I wasn't talking to you." Flash shot back, stepping closer to get in Miles face.

Huffing out a sigh, (Y/N) shoved him, with what she thought was going to be a gentle shove, but ended up with Flash on the floor. Deciding not to acknowledge this, she barked out; "now is not the day to mess with me, so screw off."

"Morales! Thompson! Parker! Break it up and get to your teams!" The teacher shouted, blowing his whistle to enforce his statement.

If looks could kill, (Y/N) was sure she'd already have a plot next to her dad's, but they couldn't. Flash could do nothing but glare daggers at her, and throw as many high-speed foam balls at her as he could.

This time was no different. Making a point to send her a wink and a smile, Flash reared back and threw the red foam ball with a power that was scary to be found in a twelve year old boy. (Y/N) closed her eyes, and waited for the impact.

At the first sound of the whistle, her teammates started to drop like flies. Miles was out almost instantly, Flash having chucked a ball so hard into his stomache he kneeled over in pain. Another classmate had his glasses snap in half when a stray ball had smacked him right in the face. Someone else was already nursing what (Y/N) was sure to be a mild concussion.

Eventually she was the only one on her team left, a fact she was expecting. This was one of Flash's favorite ways to humiliate her, having the whole class watch as he threw ball after ball at the poor girl.

One that never came. When she finally opened her eyes the gym was quiet. She had caught the ball. She had moved without knowing, had snatched the ball with one hand without looking. This was new.

Flash didn't waste much time, staring to launch ball after ball.

(Y/N) dodged every one, ducking and swerving out of the way. When he sent one towards her legs she even manged to jump over it, tucking her legs to her chest and hopping over it like nothing. Finally, he only had one ball left.

"I don't know what's up with you Parker, but it won't last."

(Y/n) held her arms wide open. With a new sense of confidence, she smirked. "Come at me flash, I'm an open target."

He let out a frustrated groan, and with all his strength chucked his last ball.

The class fell silent. A hit from a ball like that would usually send a kid to the nurses office. It had before, but (y/n) was still standing. She was still standing with a yellow ball gripped harshly in her hands. She had caught it again, this time though she wasnt going to wait for him to attack again. Not an ounce of hesitation in her movement, (y/n) aimed the ball right back at Flash.

The room was so quiet that everyone heard the smack of the ball making contact with Flash Thompson Jr's face. A sickening sound that made (Y/N)s stomache turn. Everyone was frozen. The room eerily silent.

It wasn't tell Flash's nose started to bleed that people finally began to react. Two girls rushed to take him to the nurse, everyone else simply laughing at the way the boy stumbled. Eventually they all started to gather the balls for another round, quiet giggles still ringing out every once in awhile.

It didn't take long for Miles to find his right full spot by her side. "How did you do that."

Looking up at him she let out a short laugh. "I don't know, but it felt good."

The rest of the day passed in a blur, and before she knew it, her and Miles where walking home. It was a normal part of her daily routine, but normally their conversations where filled with video games and the latest oscorp inventions, not her sudden appearance of superpowers.

"So, so far we've noticed you have super strength, better agility, and have heighten senses anything else?" Miles asked, a mild disbelief in his voice.

Laughing at his face, (y/n) shook her head. "Not that I know of."

"Oh my god." Miles stared in awe. "this is by far the coolest thing you've ever done. Do you know what this means?"

"I'm a freak of nature?"

"No! You're a superhero!"

Shaking her head, (Y/N) was quick to deny this. "I'm not a superhero Miles, I'm a middle schooler."

"You could be! Do you know how many people you can help with these powers?" He explained. They had made their way to his house by now, and where quick to find their regular spots in his Kitchen, rummaging for food. "You could change New York! Who would want to commit crime when there was an ass kicking badass out there!"

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow. "Did you really have to say ass twice."

"You're not listening!"

Stacking Tupperware container after another, (y/n) stepping away from Miles fridge with her hands full of leftovers. An unholy amount of food being placed on the contour. "I am listening, but be realistic, superheros aren't real. Plus how would I keep up with school, and be a vigilante?"

Miles watched as his friend kept pulling more food from the pantry. "Are you really that hungry?" When she nodded a little to enthusiastically he moved on. "I could help! Be your guy in the chair!"

"Miles the awnser is no. Now, are we going to play Dance Monster Dance, or are we going to talk about the logistics of my already failed hero career?"

"I'll set up my Xstation."

"That's what I thought."

Before either of them noticed four hours had already passed and it was 8 o'clock. Rio, Miles mom, offered for (Y/N) to stay for dinner, but her mom should have already been home by now so she politely declined. Miles made sure to follow her out.

"Make sure you call me if you figure anything else out." He said in a hushed wishper.

Letting out an amused giggle, (Y/N) agreed. "Alright Miles, you'll be the first and only person I call, as always." Her words seemed to appease him, as he finally let her leave.

Something was wrong. Majorly wrong.

(Y/N) knew something was worng before she even made it home. A tingle like sensation breaking out across the base of her skull warning her of upcoming danger. She tried to ignore it of course, until she notice every light in her house was on.

Her mom had always been a stickler for turning off the lights when you left the room, had engraved the rule into (y/n)s head since she was a kid. There was no way her mom would forget this. Even stranger, when she went to enter her home, she found the front door slightly ajar, her mother's keys still in the lock.

She would have went to call the police, wouldn't even had taught about entering a dangerous situation, until she head her mother whimper. Gwen Parker did not whimper, not even when Peter died. The sound made white hot rage fill (Y/N)s veins, and suddenly she was barging through the door.

Two men where standing in her living room, surrounding her mother who was blind foled and tied to a chair, a sock shoved into her mouth and headphones covering her ears. The men seemed to be shoving some of their valuables into duffel bags, and working fast.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" The men turned at the sound of her voice, allowing her to get a better look. Of course they looked like cartoonish bak robbers, ski masks and all. Of course they had a gun aswell, to complete the look. "Are you that stupid? You need to rob homes to get by? You can't get a normal job?"

"Watch your mouth kid, or mommy gets it." One of them said, holding the gun to Gwen's head. "Now, just let us finish up here, and we'll be on our way."

(Y/N) laughed. "Yeah sure, I'll just let you rob my house, brilliant idea dumbass." Apparently her insults got to one of them, as he rushed at her without much thought. Just what she wanted. As soon as his arm was in distance of her, she latched onto it. Forcing his body forward, she twisted his arm up until he started to shout in pain. "Drop the gun or your buddy loses an arm."

The man didn't listen, instead also charging her. Pushing the one in her hands forward, the two crashed into each other, causing them to lose his grip on the pistol. When it hit the floor, (Y/N) kicked it across the room, far away from her and the two men.

One of the men managed to get behind her, trapping her in between his arms. Swinging her body upwards, she managed to flip around the man, causing him to fall to the floor. His buddy was right beside him, already throwing punches at the girl without much thoughts. (Y/N) dogdged almost all of them, only two making contact with her cheek and stomache.

Having enough with his games, she socked him right in the nose like her dad had taught her too. Both men had crumpled to the floor, bloody and out of it. (Y/N) made sure to zip tie their hands together, before she released her mom.

"Mom? Are you okay? Are you hurt?" She asked, quickly checking for any damage.

Her mom just shook, eyes wide. "Did you- did you do this?"

Watching the fear in Gwen's face caused (y/N)'s heart to break. Her mom couldn't know, she would die if she knew her daughter could do this. So she shook her head. "No, they where like this when I got here. I'll call the police."

The police showed up not twenty minutes later. They took the two men and asked both her and her mom questions. "Who captured them?" and "is anything missing?" Being the most common two. When they got everything they needed they left.

Gwen had gone to bed. The adrenaline had finally drained from her body, and she needed to crash so (Y/N) was left to her own devices. Miles number was dialed before she even properly thought it through.

"Miles? You where right. Let's do the hero thing."

And spiderling was born.

Well not over night. It took them nearly three months to perfect the web fluid formula, and a total of seven costumes before they found one that both allowed (Y/N) as much movement that she needed and was durable. Eventually she had sewed together a red and white suit that quickly became New Yorks greatest hero.

She started with small crimes initially. Muggers, car theifs, petty fights, but as time went on she had to up the ante. Bank robbers, home invasions, even gang related crimes. As the years went on the crime just got worse. To the point where she was now fighting super powered bad guys on the daily.

She was an eighth grader now, and had taken on a lizard man, a shapshifing bank robber, and best of all an alien from outer space that was eating people. Not what she had expected from her middle school career.

Miles had kept his promise, and was in fact her guy in the chair. He listened to the police radio and told her of any place she needed to be. He even made regular updates to her suit, adding in a ear piece, extra webbing space, and best of all he had wired her mask to adjust to her vision.

Truthfully, (Y/N) didn't know if she could do it without him.

It helped knowing atleast someone knew her secret. If things ever went bad, she could trust Miles to explain everything to her mom and May, and that's all she needed.

(Y/N) was almost bored with everything. It had all become so predictable, and then she was sucked into another dimension. Another world where Spiderling didn't exist and Spiderman did.

Admittingly she should have been more worried. One moment she's fighting Black Cat, the next she's in an alley, somewhere in Queens. Why the hell was she in Queens? But none of that really bothered her.

Gathering her bearings, (Y/N) was glad she atleast had her backpack. She had food, a change of clothes, even a few cartridges of extra web fluid, but no way home.

She was the daughter of two brilliant scientists, string theory and multi dimensional ideals weren't beyond her. What was odd, was the question of why she was transported. Dimensional jumps wouldn't even be a thought for atleast another three decades, yet here she was. It couldn't be possible she was the only one taken, there had to be others, right?

Any attempts to call Miles where met with static. For a secound, she worried about how scared he would he when she didn't awnser his calls, or how he would explain it to her mom when she didn't show up for dinner thay night. Shaking the thoughts from her head, (Y/N) made her way onto the street. She couldn't think about that right now, she needed to focus on getting home.

Thankfully it was night, it would have been heard to explain why a spandex clad teenager was walking around New York to a pedestrian. She was somewhere near Aunt May's place. Did this world have an Aunt May? Or even a (Y/N)?

That didn't matter, she had to remind herself. It wasn't like she was planning on staying here, she just needed a way out. Making sure her mask was on, and her backpack was secure to her shoulders, (Y/N) shot a web at the first building she saw, and she was off.

It didn't take long for her body to fall into its normal rhythm, taking her to her favorite place purely on muscle memory. The Queens Plaza Park loomed over the city like a Titan. It was one of those buildings that (Y/N) had made her own. She would often find herself there when she was in Queens visitng May, or if she had needed a place to hide. It was a relief to find something that she was used to, and pretty soon she found herself at the top.

"Is this your world, or are you lost to?" She finally asked, never once taking her eyes off of him. She trusted her senses, but one could never be to careful.

She wasn't alone. Of course she wasnt alone, that would he too easy.

Someone else was up there, in a suit similar to hers. His however was blue and red, and the symbol on his chest slightly alerted form hers. He had his mask off and his back turned to her when she landed, so the only real distinguishable feature she could see was brown hair that's stuck out of his head like a pineapple.

He had to have sensed her, she knew it. Her spider senses went off every time she looked at him, tingling in the base of her head warning her. Not warning her in the way they would when she was in danger, but in a way that told her he was important in some way. That he was just like her.

He laughed at the question. "I guess you could say I'm lost, but this has to be the-" the world went silent when he turned around, despite the fact that (Y/N) could still see his lips moving.

He looked exactly as she remembered, brown unruly hair that she used to braid and style with cheap butterfly clips, brown eyes that used to grin at her when she told a chessy joke, and a smile that used to make her burnt scrambled eggs when her mom couldn't cook.

Tears had started to fall down her cheeks, emotions she had buried years ago suddenly emerging from deep in her subconscious. She hadn't even processed she was rushing to him until she had caught him in a hug.

: end :

Of course she would see her dad here. After all Peter Parker was known for making the worst entrances.

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Hawkeye Episode 6 - Yelena Belova x Reader (Platonic fic) - Hawkeye, Marvel

Summary: Where did Yelena go after Hawkeye episode 6?

SPOILER WARNING HAWKEYE EPISODE 6 and SPIDER-MAN NO WAY HOME!

"Avengers unite, 'cause we've got to hear you say, got to hear you, got to hear you say, I could do this all day!"

"I could do this all day! We could do this all day!"

As the audience began to clap, you let your popcorn in your hand drop back into the bag you'd snuck into Rogers: The Musical, as you wondered what the hell you just watched.

"What did we just watch? I'm guessing it did not happen like that? In your tiny baby memories?" Yelena raised an eyebrow, her nose crinkling up at the look on your face as she teased you.

"Uh, excuse me, I was ten!" You argued, standing up to walk out as Yelena laughed to herself, following you.

"Also! Why the hell is Ant-Man there? He wasn't there, and Banner said any time travel was a different timeline... you know what? Screw it, let's go to that Christmas market in Union Square that Kate suggested." You grumbled, rubbing at your temples as Yelena sneakily nabbed your bag of popcorn.

"You, and your crush on Kate Bishop. Disgusting." Yelena teased, slipping a piece of popcorn into her mouth when you weren't looking.

"Where else in New York do you want to see before Valentina expects you back?" You enquired, slipping your hands into your pockets as the cold nipped at them.

"All that is left is the new and improved Statue of Liberty." Yelena replied, walking down the street with you as you smirked.

"Want to hear a rumour? Apparently a big fight went down there, with three Spider-Men, not just one." You whispered, eyes widening when you realised Yelena had your popcorn.

"Hey! I bought that!" You exclaimed, reaching for it back but Yelena dodged you with ease.

She was a Black Widow after all, and you were just you.

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