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writeforfandoms · 11 months

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Welcome to New York 4

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Here we are, folks. The official introduction to the larger Spider Society! Things won’t go badly.

Yet.

Warning: Swearing, shock and awe, I think Lyla is awesome so now you do too, Miguel is still Mr. Grumpypants.

Word count: 2.5k

You’d kind of figured you were off the hook by now. You hadn’t seen Spiderman since he’d threatened you (although you’d caught glimpses of other Spider-people). You had stopped investigating, as you were told.

You’d given up your primary hobby. Which sucked. But you liked not vanishing.

And you figured something else would catch your attention. Eventually.

You did not expect to hear your window slide open nearly a month after your last meeting with Spiderman. You froze, in the middle of putting together a little snack, and then grabbed a knife before turning to look.

Spiderman in your living room was no less intimidating, standing taller than life. Even though you knew he was real, had been close enough to feel the heat of him.

You swallowed hard and very pointedly put the knife back away.

“Good choice.” He didn’t move towards you, letting you approach him. Which you did. Slowly.

“I haven’t done anything.” You eyed him, a little more emotionally prepared this time. Not to say you weren’t nervous - your heart was attempting to gallop out of your chest.

“No. You haven’t.” And he sounded somehow displeased about that. Like he wouldn’t mind having an excuse to throw you into some dark cell somewhere.

You licked your lips, shifting your weight, gaze darting around the room. But there were no hints, no clues. Just Spiderman standing, arms at his sides, calm as anything, in the light of your living room. Which did give you a practically unprecedented chance to study the design of his suit. “Okay. Well. Uh. Why are you here?”

He was quiet for a few more moments, a few of the longest of your life. Then he sighed softly, so softly you almost didn’t hear, and lifted his hands. A few taps on the device strapped to his wrist, and he pulled up a document. A flick of his fingers sent the document to your pad, which chimed softly at the incoming message. You hurried to open it, scanning through the first paragraph.

Everything screeched to a halt.

“What…?” You went back and read it more carefully. There was your legal name, and “offer of employment”, and a sum of money greater than any other job you’d had. You lifted your gaze slowly from the glowing document to Spiderman. “I don’t understand.”

“The work you put in on your research was solid,” he admitted, sounding like it physically pained him to admit as much. “Some of my colleagues think it’s a good idea to bring you on board to help with some… organizational needs.”

Meaning he didn’t think so. Somehow, you were both hurt and not surprised. You dropped your gaze to the contract again, hiding behind it.

“So you’re offering me a job.”

He muttered something that sounded like a curse. “Yes. Read through it. You’ve got until Friday to decide. Meet me at 7pm, same building you poked around in.”

“Okay,” you agreed almost mindlessly, brain still rebooting from the sheer shock of it all. “Friday at 7.” You looked up to thank him.

But he was gone.

You breathed out slowly. Well. He was a bit of a dramatic one. Did that come with the territory of being a Spider-person, or was it just him?

Shaking your head, you finally actually sat on the couch, settling in to read through the contract. It sounded… good. Too good, really. On property medical. Higher salary. Negotiable time off.

Honestly, it made you suspicious. A job offer, out of the blue, tempting enough to be hard to resist? Yup. You were suspicious now.

“The fuck is this about,�� you muttered, reading through the job duties again. Which were not actually that helpful. Organizing and filing, both digital and physical. Retrieval of data upon request. Assisting with research. Sounded a bit like a librarian position, but you honestly had no idea how they could need a librarian.

You made a few notes, highlighted a few things, and then shoved it aside so you could actually sleep. Or at least try.

Of course, you couldn’t really leave it alone all week.

It could be some kind of trap, part of you argued. A very elaborate one.

But totally unnecessary, the less paranoid and more logical part of you pointed out. He could have just hauled you off if he wanted to. You knew he was strong enough.

Which meant it was probably an actual, legitimate job offer.

And that? Just the possibility of that got you excited and a little jittery.

You might have arrived fifteen minutes early on Friday. You weren’t sure if you were meant to meet him down on the ground floor or the floor where you’d met Mayday and her dad. Going on a hunch, you went up to that floor.

The view from up here was still beautiful, with lots of green around. Up here, the buildings weren’t so close together, letting evening sunlight through. Which was almost certainly how they maintained the green spaces. You weren’t so high up that you were quite above the traffic, not here, but you could see where the rest of the building was.

Actually, this building was kind of ridiculously tall. Much, much taller than all the surrounding buildings, for sure.

“Who even needs that many floors?” you mumbled to yourself, bracing your hands against the railing to look up.

“We do.”

You jumped, whipping around to stare at Spiderman. He hadn’t quite joined you outside, standing in the doorway so the shadow of the building kept him half-hidden, the red on his suit almost startling.

“You’re gonna give me a heart attack,” you accused, pressing one hand to your chest.

He didn’t apologize, watching you. At least, you assumed he was, as his mask was on. As always. “What’s your decision?”

You breathed in slowly, trying to calm your heartbeat. “I accept.”

He nodded once, short and sharp. “Be here on Monday, then.”

“I need to give my previous job a bit of warning,” you protested, frowning. “I can’t just vanish on them.”

“You’re a security risk,” he ground out. “Either you start immediately, or this all goes away.”

You huffed. Well. He was not doing great on improving your opinion of him. Then again, he clearly wasn’t trying. “Alright, fine.”

“Smart choice.” He straightened a little.

“I do have some questions.”

He waved you off. “Monday. Be here early.” He took a step back, melding into the darkness of the building.

And then he was gone, leaving you alone on the balcony.

You spent a few more minutes up there thinking over the interaction before you left. You picked up dinner on the way home and then settled in for the weekend.

Honestly, you had no idea what to expect Monday morning. The bottom part of the building, the part you had access to, was bustling with business people. It looked like businesses rented out the office spaces. Which was a smart way for the Spider-people to generate money, honestly.

Nobody even gave you a second look as you took the elevator up to the top floor you could get to. You found an out of the way spot to sit and wait, humming a bit to yourself. This part of the hallway was quiet, office doors closed and only the occasional person walking past.

So when someone called your name, you looked up, a little surprised. A beautiful black woman stood in front of you, hand on her hip. But she looked… different, somehow. You blinked twice, tipping your head a little.

“That’s me,” you said, standing and smiling.

“Come with me.” She turned and started walking. You hurried a bit to catch up.

“Are we going upstairs?” You couldn’t help it if you sounded a bit hopeful, and maybe a tiny bit apprehensive.

Her lips quirked in a smile. “Yup,” she agreed, one hand resting over her belly, and you couldn’t help but be a bit curious. “I’m gonna be giving you the welcome tour today.”

An elevator opened in the very back, one you hadn’t noticed before. Your eyebrows shot up your forehead and you couldn’t help but grin.

“Feels a bit like an old spy movie,” you murmured, stepping in after her.

“Here, wear this. You’ll need it to get access to the different parts of the building.” She held out a slim bracelet-thing, which you examined for a moment before you slipped it on. It looked like the one she wore, but slimmer.

“Is that what yours does as well?”

She chuckled. “Mine does a bit more than that,” she admitted, even as the elevator suddenly brightened, glass between you and the rest of Nueva York. You looked out at the view with wide eyes.

“Oh wow. Do you ever get used to this?”

She paused, tipping her head a little as she followed your gaze. “I don’t have much time for sightseeing.”

You hummed, turning back away from the glass when you heard a door open.

“Welcome to Spider Society.” She shot you a smile, amused at your reaction. Your eyes had gone very wide and you were trying to look everywhere all at once.

There were Spider-people literally everywhere. Everywhere. Upside-down on the ceiling, standing horizontally on the walls, walking ahead of you and your guide. All heights, all sizes. Pretty much all of them were in costume, so many variations on red and blue that you were nearly dizzy with it.

“Wow.” You turned in a slow circle, managing to not stumble over your own feet, overwhelmed. This space was huge and open, with criss-crossing support beams and walkways.

“This way.” She had paused to look back at you, and you hurried to catch up.

“And this is just the entry way, huh?” You grinned, sticking closer to her while still looking around.

“Uh huh.” She nodded to a couple passing Spiders. “There’s a cafeteria just up here, you’re welcome to come eat here.”

“Awesome.” You made sure to make note of the turn to get to the cafeteria, taking a quick look around. A whole variety of Spider-people, mostly with coffee and pastries at this time of the morning. Very cool.

“You don’t need to worry about most of the rest of this place.” She went down another hallway and to another elevator. “You’ll be working in the archives.”

“Physical or digital?”

“Mostly digital.” The elevator went down a few floors and she led the way into the space. This entire floor seemed to be the archives, cool air blowing across your skin. (Note to self: bring a sweater.)

“Wow.” You looked at the sheer volume of computers in the room. “I’m guessing this is for your whole… base of operations.”

“Uh huh.” She took a step back. “Lyla, say hi.”

A little glowing golden person appeared at about eye-level, coat draped dramatically over her shoulders. “Hi! I’m Lyla, the best and most important part of HQ.”

“Hi.” You blinked. “Are you an AI?”

“Mmhm! The one and only.”

“Oh wow, I’ve never actually seen an AI. Met? What even is the correct terminology?”

“Either way, just depends on how friendly you want to be.” Lyla grinned at you. “I’ll show you where to get started!”

“Thanks for the tour,” you said to the woman, turning to give her a little smile and slightly awkward wave.

“Sure thing. Name’s Jess, by the way. In case you need to find me later.” She nodded once more to you and sauntered out of the room.

“Okay. Little overwhelmed.” You turned a slow circle, taking in the room. It had that unused feeling - there was no dust, but it felt like nobody came here often.

“That’s pretty normal,” Lyla agreed, filing her nails. “Takes most of the Spiders a bit of time to calm down.”

“Fair.” You breathed in deep. Okay. You were here to do a job, not to freak out. “Right. What are we looking at?”

Screens popped up, dozens of them. Hundreds possibly. Your eyes went wide in despair.

“Some of it has been done,” Lyla told you, standing near your shoulder to look out at the sea of gently-glowing orange-ish screens. “But we just kinda threw it together back at the beginning, before we knew there would be this many.”

You sucked in another deep breath. Okay. Yeah, this would be a lot of work, but you could do it. “Okay. Let’s see what you’ve got so far.”

The first day was not quite a wash, but you did spend the entire time learning the original tagging system and deciding how best to move forward. This wasn’t exactly something you were trained in, but, well… You could organize things. You liked to. You even liked to keep track of data.

So it wasn’t a hardship. It wasn’t even necessarily hard. Just time consuming.

Nobody kicked you out, but you still finished up and left the room. Taking the elevator back up was a little odd, and Spider Society seemed to be even busier now. You had to do a quick side-step to avoid someone swinging past you.

“Incredible,” you murmured, taking a few moments to just look.

“It is, huh?”

You jumped a little and turned to look at the man in the pink bathrobe. “Oh! Hi again.”

“Hi.” He grinned at you, tired but happy.

“Where’s Mayday?” You motioned to the empty baby carrier.

“Hobie’s got her for a few minutes. I wanted to check in and see how your first day was.”

You shrugged. “Fine. Quiet. It’s gonna take some time to get everything updated and sorted properly, but I can do it.”

“I don’t doubt that.” He smiled at you, clapping a hand to your shoulder. “Who gave you the tour this morning?”

“Uh, Jess showed me around a little bit?”

“I bet she didn’t show you any of the fun stuff, though.”

“Define fun stuff.” You spoke a little cautiously, eyeing him.

“She definitely didn’t show you the fun stuff.” He grinned. “I’m Peter, by the way. Peter B. Parker. There are a lot of Peters around, so be aware.”

“Really?” You looked at him curiously even as he gently herded you along.

“Oh yeah. I forget what percentage it is, but it’s a high percentage of Spiders are Peter, or some derivation.”

“Interesting.” You shrugged. “I’m sure I’ll learn all about that sooner or later.”

“I bet you will.” He shot you a friendly grin before he sat you in front of a counter. “Now, you have got to try this shake. I don’t even know what’s in it, but it’s amazing.”

“Um.” You blinked at him, not quite sure where this was going. Food, apparently.

But you were admittedly distracted when you spotted your universe’s Spiderman walking through the cafeteria. His mask was off, leaving you blinking at thick dark hair. Brown-red eyes met yours across the room and you froze.

He looked away first, turning and walking in a different direction. You breathed in again.

You’d had no idea he was such a handsome jerk.

“Oh, Miguel?” Peter chuckled, patting your shoulder and jerking your attention back to him. “Don’t worry about my friend! He’s all bark and no bite.”

Somehow you doubted that.

#welcome to new york #miguel o'hara x reader #f!reader

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t4tails · 1 year

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your batman consumption era is very amusing to me because i went through a kinda similar period with spiderman. first i was trying to learn as much as i could by obsessively reading wiki pages, then i forced my friend to watch the (non mcu) movies and liveblog to me, (id watch them myself but i am abysmal at retaining attention through movies) THEN i watched the spectacular spiderman animated series, THEN i read through only the main series starting from the 1999 (ish) renumbering and continuing onto one more day (soft reboot kinda thing) and only THEN did i decide to actually pull myself in by the straps and start from amazing fantasy 15 with a proper reading order and all. i am planning to watch the 90s show too once i get to the clone saga in the comics

when youre a franchise fan eventually you just get used to this like you and me we're fighting in the sonic trenches every day, stuff like "messy lore" or "absurd characterization" cant get us down

#og post #ask #z0nic #batposting

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okwritingandpain · 2 years

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The Connors Problem Chapter 8: The Next Step

(Small note. I'm kind of soft rebooting this story in this chapter. All the relationships we built will still be intact, don't worry. I just think that maybe this next part of the story can be better written and thought out. I want to make the best product for my readers. Thanks and have a nice day. Also sorry for the short chapter! I needed a Segway.)

Y/N's POV

Green. Green is the color of harmony and growth…or the color of the ass hole kid napping me. At first, I thought Norman had finally snapped. This, this was different.

"A small price to pay for Spiderman." He laughed. We were on a glider flying through New York City. My mouth was bound and I was tied up. The man had green mold growing around the edges of his face and the rest of his body. I struggled but his grip tightened around my waist. I could hear for a split second the sounds of Sandman and Norman yelling at each other. I could see the sand from Flint begin to circle the glider. I heard the sounds of mechanical arms, electricity, and another glider. Suddenly Norman and his son Harry appeared in front of the newcomers glider. Norman, now riding his son's own glider, smiled wickedly at the man.

"I'm afraid this lovely broad is ours." Norman smirked.

“And who might you be!?” The man snapped.

“That doesn’t matter!” Flint snapped. The sand started flooding the propellers of the flying aircraft. The man got a bomb out of the glider and throws it at Norman. Otto uses his mechanical arms to catch me. The man got another bomb and throws it towards me. The bomb is quickly snatched by a web. I look to see…not Peter? It was a purple female version of Peter’s Spiderman costume.

“Oh, no.” Otto mumbled before the Spider woman threw the bomb back at the man. The man and the glider fell to the ground. Otto unbound my mouth as everyone lowered to the ground to see the man once more.

"No!" He snapped. He was badly hurt. Blood was running out of gushing wounds and scratches across his body. The Spider woman landed in front of him as she turned to look at me. Otto undid the rope I was tied in and set me down. Flint returned to his Sandman body and Max joined us too. Norman and his son set down on the ground standing over the man.

"Who are you?" Norman questioned. Harry stood next to him, silent and cold.

"That’s no of your concern!" The man growled back.

"Is he another version of you, Norman?" I asked. The man glared at Norman. You could see the gears turning in his head.

"Norman…Dad?" He looked astonished. "You don't look like him…" the man's eyes grew wide.

"Dad?" Norman repeated. He looked confused as he looked at his son, Harry.

"Harry Osborn." The man said, raising out a hand to Norman.

"Harry?" Norman stepped back from him.

"Impossible." Norman's son said. "I'm Harry Osborn! I'm his son!" You could see anger grow on his face.

"You." Max growled. "You were the one who got me killed!"

"You're wrong about that, Max." The other Harry said. "Peter is the one that killed you. It was him and Gwen-"

"I'm tired of your excuses." Max snapped as he shot a bolt of lightning at the other Harry.

"NOO!!" A voice roared. I snapped my head to see what looked like Connors jumping in front of Harry. It wasn’t Connors though. The Green color was off on the giant lizard's body. He had pants on which made me snicker a little, but the beast turned his cold gaze towards me. He growled at me. His pupils became slits.

“I think I pissed him off.” I whispered to Otto.

“Who would have guessed!” Otto replied sarcastically. The lizard monster ran towards me. I braced for impact but the purple spider pushed me out of the way. The lizard was fighting Otto’s arms as Norman got out another bomb. The other Harry pulled Norman down to the ground as normal Harry began to punch other Harry and yeah…

There was a lot. There was fighting. There were relationships, broken by greed and ambition. I’m sure this has all been very confusing…but there is an explanation. Little did I know that Peter had arrived with the magical box. He had detected enough multiversal travelers with Dr Strange to warrant a visit. He saw the commotion. He saw how far this had all gone. In Peter’s attempt to escape, the other Harry threw a bomb into the magical box. It exploded sending the multiverse into crumbles. I remember that I was shot back by a strong force. I remember the lizard monster grabbing me as a white light took over my senses. I was in New York, but not my New York. It was different, there were jumbo screens with a different looking Spiderman on them. I sat in the middle of the street with the lizard monster as cars skidded to a halt. People crowded us as they gasped and pointed at the monster. The lizard monster dug something out of the pocket of his pants that he began to drink. He began to look more human. Not too long after I would see that it was Curt. I was light headed. I felt cold scales lift me and Curt up. I passed out after that.

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monarch-sparrowhawk · 2 years

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Sam Alexander - Legacy Characters and Their Development

Been wanting to do a mini-essay about my thoughts on Sam Alexander Nova for a long time, so here we go. Put it under the cut so as not to clog up the tag feed. Warning there will be lots of tangents as I am ADHD and cannot help it.

Alrighty, so as we know Sam is a relatively newer character in terms of comic books. His first debut was in Marvel Point One #1 in the Avengers vs X-Men crossover. This was back in November 2011. This would make him around 11 years old. In this short span of time(because yeah, compared to other characters Sam is still pretty young) he has had three volumes( Nova Vol 5-7), been apart of at least three team books (New Warriors 2014, All New All Different Avengers, and most recently Champions), and has had a variety of cameos and one-offs and specials, and that's not even getting into the animated stuff he's been in. While his appearances have thinned out over the years, we still see him pop in things every now and then despite not being very popular at all(this is unfortunate, but he's still my favorite at least). A good question to explore, perhaps, why is this character still keeping up appearances? Why is he being kept around?

The answer I believe lies with his creator, Jeph Loeb. He is one of the original writers for Sam, basing him off of his own son he lost to cancer back in 2006.

*moment of respectful silence*

After that, it was probably not much more than 1 or 2 years after that that Jeph was pulled into the creation of the Ultimate Spiderman Tv show. It was originally announced in 2010, which means it was definitely worked on before then, and then debuted in 2012. Jeph was one of the main creators, and he decided to pull together some admittedly underrated and kind of unknown characters for the show. But when it came to Nova, he decided to start completely from scratch. Instead of going with the original, Richard Rider, he went with his own creation, Sam. This could have been for a variety of reasons such as: Richard Rider being too similar to Peter Parker(just take a look at his origin issue and you'll see what I mean), he was just killed off in the comic books which would lead to a natural opening for a new character, etc.

These are all substantial factors to take into consideration, but combined I think Jeph saw the opportunity to honor his late son. Legacy characters happen quite frequently in comic books(pretty much the entirety of Young Avengers for example), but Sam Alexander definitely feels a bit more... personal. He not only represents a connection to another beloved comic book character, but to a real person as well. Even though Loeb didn't stay on as a writer for Sam very long, you can see in his beginning issues where he added the info about the conception of Sam as a character that this was very important to him. And Sam being important to Loeb I think is what initially drew some people in, because the kind of dedication and love that goes into a character like that doesn't go unnoticed.

So people gave Sam a shot(ignoring the anal Rich Rider fans that cropped up in the beginning, FYI you can't be a fan of Rich if you hate Sam, thems the rules) and so it went. I remember reading all the issues of Volume 5-7 as they were coming out, and when Gerry Duggan took over for quite a large portion of the original run it was magnificent. He gave Sam interesting storylines, endearing character development, and overall I think did a superb job handling the character. His writing of Sam is most definitely what made me grow fond of the character, I don't know if I would have become a fan otherwise. Unfortunately the whole Marvel Comic Universe was being rebooted so they had to wrap things up quickly with a cap at 31 issues, but he ended Volume 5 on a good note with Sam reuniting with his dad.

Then enters my least favorite volume, Volume 6. If you thought the white-washing with Sam in Volume 5 was bad, it got so much worse. Not to mention the complete 180 in personality. In the beginning(Vol 5), Sam was an asshole. There's no sugarcoating that part about his character. But I liked that. Because when you start out a character like that, the room for development is immense. And honestly, I love watching characters grow. I love watching Sam grow. Volume 6 felt like a slap in the face because I wasn't reading about Sam. I was reading the generic teenage superhero Peter Parker clone. Sam went from being impulsive and reckless to boring and dull. Not to mention the whole 'evil clone' cliche with his dad made the ending of the previous volume feel so hollow and cheap. His original supporting cast was gone(and my ship was exiled from canon, so long Carrie), and the hinted at storyline of Sam possibly being half-alien was long since buried under the rug. It was not enjoyable for me to read at all.

Moving on before I seethe in rage, let's talk a bit about Volume 7. Never have I felt more robbed that a series was canceled too early. We had some major wins. Beautiful artwork(big points for not white-washing Sam), the dynamic between Sam and Rich(they're like squabbling siblings, I love it), and the writing was heading in a promising direction. My only complaint is Carrie and Principal Philbin not returning, along with Sam being in the chess club. Sam becoming a proficient chess player is so important to me, you have no idea. The comedy potential is golden. Imagine him beating Amadeus Cho in a game. That nerd would die from the shock. Anyways, I did like Sam's personality in this. I felt like he had developed into a jerk with a heart of gold. The jerk part is more toned down from Volume 5, and he isn't the goody two shoes he was in Volume 6, we reached a good mixture. Because that is what Sam is. He's a kid with a good heart, he just doesn't always go the best way about it. Which is understandable, given that most teenagers are not very mature in the slightest. This series would have been good development for him, and I'm forever heartbroken that I will never see where it would have gone.

But circling back around to the question, even though his character isn't that popular, the right people care about him and that's what keeps him relatively in the loop. And perhaps when he gets adapted to the MCU we will see a surge in popularity, but hopefully not at the expense of destroying what was so special about Sam in the first place. Let's hope that Feige and them don't forget what Sam was originally meant to be:

A grieving father holding onto his son in the most loving and familiar way he knew how.

By doing so will keep him in some ways alive forever. It's beautiful. To any and all future MCU adaptations, please keep this in mind when it comes to Sam. Sam's a character created from grief and love, and should not be taken lightly. If you managed to read all of this, I would love to have an open discussion about Sam and the Nova comics. It's been a bit quiet around here.

#sam alexander #nova #nova comics #essay post #character analysis

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abcd-em · 2 years

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I posted 7,739 times in 2022

That's 7,737 more posts than 2021!

326 posts created (4%)

7,413 posts reblogged (96%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@seek--rest

@karinaisloud

@spideymichelle

@justaleapoffaith

@rejectofsociety

I tagged 2,364 of my posts in 2022

#petermj - 219 posts

#spideychelle - 197 posts

#ask me anything - 195 posts

#peter parker - 184 posts

#my fics - 184 posts

#michelle jones - 133 posts

#fic recs - 92 posts

#spiderman - 85 posts

#nwh - 72 posts

#michelle x peter - 59 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#i cant wait for the next time i disappear from fandom and then get reminded of a fic that changed me and have to undergo this process again

My Top Posts in 2022:

Peter Isn't Dead

Peter Parker died in battle six months ago. There was no body, but they all knew. So, why has MJ seen him in the backgrounds of newspaper clippings halfway across the country?

MJ embarks on a road trip of a lifetime to hunt down her pressumed-dead husband and bring him back to where he belongs. She starts to realise there are much bigger forces at play.

Based on Alice Isn't Dead

55 notes - Posted June 29, 2022

Mover Awayer

“I like you.” MJ tells him.

“I know.” Peter nods.

“And we won’t stay friends if we go to college as a couple.”

“You’ve said.”

“So we don’t go to college as a couple.” Peter opens his mouth to speak, but MJ cuts him off, squeezing his hand and being the one to step into his space this time. “We break-up mutually, let each other go the night before I move. We date and then have one big celebration of it all so we can go back to being friends afterwards.”

Chapter 1

55 notes - Posted November 7, 2022

NWH Fic Round Up

Since NWH is back on everyone's minds... I'm gonna do some shameless self-promo and share my NWH compliant fics. (Also my attempt at starting to sort a more organised masterlist)

Enjoy!

Passed down like folksongs, our love lasts so long - Series

One of us has gotta keep a promise - completed

This series covers Peter, Michelle and Ned’s perspective of things as they regain their memories and try to come back together.

These can be read as standalones, but personally, I think they're better together

MJ has to deal with the aftermath of regaining her memories and finding out that Peter has already moved on.

There is no answer - one shot

While moving MJ finds a note she wrote to herself during NWH

In darkness or in daylight - one shot

Kraven's Last Hunt inspired. Peter is buried alive and has to dig himself out.

We could be the way forward (and I know I'll pay for it) - one shot

Socialite MJ meets Spider-Man again after years apart when she attends a function with one Harry Osborn

It's nice to have a friend - one shot

MJ's perspective on her friendship with Ned and Peter from Pre-Hoco through to Post NWH.

You can hear it in the silence - one shot

Little moments of love between Peter and MJ

You and I walk a fragile line - one shot

Peter's the last of the Parker Line. He didn't think it'd go like this - it's about THAT scene

He's gonna burn this house to the ground - WIP

Dream sharing... or rather, nightmare sharing. Peter really can't catch a break when it comes to magic.

64 notes - Posted March 16, 2022

Everybody Talks

Collab with @seek--rest

For the darling, beloved @spideymichelle

"I've seen what you can do. I want you to take point on this."

She knows better than to celebrate before she's gotten all the information, seen huge campaigns pulled before they can ever be launched - from both sides, planning and participating.

MJ knows it all feels too good for the moment. There has to be something that balances the scale.

There’s always a catch.

"Who’s the client?"

"The Avengers."

Her brain stops for a moment. The sound of the office cutting out behind her as she takes in what has just been said. She wonders if Ned had actually switched her with one of his AI - like she's stuttering to reboot.

At the thought of Ned, a face and a mask flashes into her mind. Empty spaces at lunch tables and a missing name on registers. Forlorn expressions and the early days of a tentative new friendship spent checking silent phones.

“No.”

Chapter 1

64 notes - Posted November 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Behind Glass Doors

“They think we hate each other!”

“But we don’t.” She says. Her words are slow and drawn out like she’s struggling to follow. Peter knows he can get in his own head sometimes, but he feels like this isn’t one of those instances.

“Exactly!”

“So why does it matter?” She asks. Her words cut straight to the point. There’s not anything they can do. Coming out and saying ‘well, no. Actually. Spider-Man does not hate MJ Watson, in fact, he thinks about her quite regularly and has been living with her for the past eighteen months’ wasn’t a possibility.

For @spideychelleweek Day 3 & 6: Established Relationship & Secret Relationship/Fake-Dating (or hating in this instance)

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Unforeseen dangers ch 9

Summary: As Peter recovers from his capture by Ross, a photo of him with Tony and the Avengers leaks and is splashed all across the media. Luckily, no one can figure out who he is and everyone thinks the buzz will die down. However, the public’s interest has been ignited. While Tony worries it’s only a matter of time before Peter’s identity is exposed, Peter isn’t as concerned. Besides, what’s the worst that could happen anyway?

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“How you holding up?” Tony asked Peter as the car pulled into the Tower’s private garage.

Peter shrugged in answer.

His kid had been uncharacteristically quiet throughout the entirety of the car ride, but Tony didn’t know what else he’d expected. Tony had been raised in the spotlight. It was all he’d ever known, so he found it oddly difficult to put himself in Peter’s shoes and figure out what he was feeling. Instead of prying like he wanted to, he squeezed Peter against his side in a half hug.

“We’re here.” Happy announced unnecessarily as he put the car in park. As much as his current Forehead of Security liked to grump, Tony knew the man hated tense silences just as much, if not more, than he did.

Tony wasted no time opening the car door and stepping out, but he had to duck his head back in when Peter didn’t automatically follow behind him.

“Come on kid. Time to go. As comfy as my car is, you can’t sit in it all day.” He said to Peter who was staring straight ahead, spaced out. Peter blinked and slowly turned his head to take in Tony standing outside the car. Only then did he seem to notice that he was the sole person still left in the car.

“Oh.” Peter said and blinked again before finally climbing out. All his movements seemed slower than usual.

Tony didn’t call him on it. He rested a hand loosely on Peter’s shoulder as they walked over to the elevator together where Bruce, Nat, Happy, and Steve were already inside waiting.

“Penthouse FRIDAY.” He ordered as they stepped in.

“Thanks guys.” Peter finally spoke, although he kept his gaze firmly fixed on the ground.

“You don’t need to thank anyone.” Tony said before they had a chance to respond.

“You’re dad’s right.” Steve agreed. “We were happy to do it.”

“I needed to get out and get some air anyway.” Bruce added in a transparent attempt to lighten the mood.

Natasha just gave Peter a small smile while Happy let out a noncommittal grunt.

“Where’s everyone else?” Peter asked after another few seconds of silence had passed.

“Meeting us back here. Actually, they probably beat us.” Tony answered.

“Seems like an awful lot of trouble just to pick me up from school.” Peter frowned.

“Nope. No trouble. Everyone missed you and wanted to take their turn to come and get you. We tried rock paper scissors but since everyone on the team’s a sore loser I decided to let them all tag along.” Tony knew he was rambling and so obviously lying, but he didn’t want Peter to know the real reason everyone had shown up to get him, or the way his heart had started racing the moment he found out Peter’s identity had been discovered.

He’d been down in his workshop when Rhodey had come running in yelling his name. “Tony! Tony!”

When he’d heard the fear in Rhodey’s voice, he’d sat up so fast he’d smacked his head on the armor he’d been working on. Rhodey was one of the most unshakable people Tony knew. He could count on one hand the number of times he’d seen the man truly panic. He didn’t even want to imagine what had happened to add this moment to one of those times.

“What? What happened?” Fear swirled in his gut, visions of someone seriously hurt or dead flashed through his mind. Someone who could make Rhodey look like that. Peter. Pepper.

“Have you seen the news?” Rhodey asked as he held out a hand to help him stand from the floor.

“No.”

“It’s Peter.” Rhodey came right out and said it. He was never one to beat around the bush.

Tony’s eyes widened. “Peter? What about Peter? Is he ok?” His greatest fear brought to life. None of it made sense. Peter should be in school and completely fine. And he didn’t understand how Peter connected to seeing the news. His brain felt like it was trying to reboot, to sort out the information coming at him through his sudden panic.

“He’s fine, but it’s all over the news.”

“What is?”

“He is. Peter. They figured out his identity.”

His first instinct was to panic, but he knew he couldn’t. He had to stay clear headed and figure out what to do. For his kid.

He closed his eyes as he took a deep breath and forced himself to think. When he opened them again, he caught Rhodey staring at him, waiting for his decision on what to do.

“What exactly do they know?” Tony asked. He needed more information in order to work through the problem and figure out what to do next. “That he’s the kid from all the pictures with me?”

“Yes. That…” Rhodey said, but Tony could sense there was something else.

“And? What else?” He prodded, letting his impatience through.

“That he’s your son. That you adopted him.” Rhodey winced as he said it.

That was when the panic returned.

“Fuck.” He sprinted toward the elevator, Rhodey hot on his heels.

“Ok, now just for some perspective, don’t forget he’s Spiderman. He’s not some helpless kid.” Rhodey said as the elevator doors closed behind them.

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” He spat and pushed the button for the garage three times in succession to make the elevator drop at its fasted velocity.

“Yes.” Rhodey said as if it were obvious.

“Well it doesn’t. My kid’s still in danger, because of his connection to me.” He growled, glaring at his friend. He knew he was displacing all his anger and frustration on Rhodey who didn’t deserve any of it, but he didn’t have the mental capacity to reel himself in at the moment. Besides, as his oldest friend, Rhodey was definitely more than used to taking the undeserved brunt of his mood swings.

“What are you doing?” Rhodey asked as the doors opened and he jogged toward his fastest car.

“What do you think I’m doing? I’m going to go get my kid!” He yelled, anger starting to override his fear. He was angry at the world for doing this to his son. Angry at himself for not doing a better job of preventing it. He called himself a futurist, and yet, he hadn’t been able to see this coming soon enough to stop it.

“Wait!” Rhodey called out from right behind him.

Tony ignored him.

“Just wait a minute!” Rhodey grabbed his shoulder.

Tony spun around, fury written on every line of his face. “What?”

“Stop and think Tony. What? You think you’re just going to march in there, grab him and come home? Like it’ll be that easy? The entire world knows he’s your son. They dug into everything they could about him before breaking the story ten minutes ago. They know his parents died and then his aunt and uncle. They know he’s a straight A student. They know he’s on the decathlon team. They know where he goes to school.”

Ice ran down his spine.

“They’re going to be camped out just waiting for you to show up. Waiting for him. For the spectacle of it. You know it. And god forbid, what if more than just the media is waiting? I know you like to joke about it, but you have a lot of enemies and as far as the world knows, your kid’s just a normal kid, completely unguarded at school right now. I know it’s a terrible thing to say, but if I wanted to hurt you, this would be the perfect opportunity.”

The hell of it was, he knew Rhodey was right, and not only that, but he couldn’t believe he hadn’t considered it before. This whole thing had shaken him more than he’d realized.

“All it would take is a sniper rifle and a good vantage point, and it’d be all too easy to tag the kid as soon as he stepped outside the school. Just like that.” Rhodey snapped his fingers.

Tony clenched his jaw at the image the words conjured. The logical side of his brain told him that Peter had that sixth sense that would keep him safe from something like that, but the dad side of his brain worried about it not working or worried that even with the warning Peter still might not react fast enough to get out of the way.

“With enough money it wouldn’t be too hard to get a hired hand in place in such a short time frame.” Rhodey continued but his voice had softened. “It’s what I would do.”

Tony closed his eyes and rubbed his hand over them. “Ok. So what do suggest we do then? Not get my kid? Leave him alone and unprotected at school?” He channeled all his fear and anger into sarcasm.

“Of course not.” Rhodey gave him a scathing look.

“What then?”

“We bring the team.” Rhodey said as if the answer were obvious.

So they had.

Within thirty minutes of the news breaking, Clint had positioned himself as a lookout on a nearby roof near the school and Sam and Rhodey had taken to the sky, flying around the area to ensure that all the other rooftops remained clear while Tony made his way to the school entrance along with Bruce and Steve, two of the most invincible Avengers, given Rhodey’s imagined threat of a sniper.

While Happy and Natasha waited in the car, the trio forced their way through the hoard of press already waiting like vultures outside the school. Tony cursed the fact that there was no other entrance near a street because it was going to make getting his kid out a nightmare.

Tony was honestly surprised Peter hadn’t called or texted him yet, but he remembered him mentioning something before about the teachers being strict about cell phone use during class, so maybe he just didn’t know yet.

Inside, the hallways remained quiet and desolate. Kids weren’t running around, excitedly talking, and getting ready to mob Peter at any moment, so class must’ve just started when the news broke. He figured that was the one lucky break in all of this.

The sound of his own phone ringing cut through the heavy silence. He gave the screen a cursory glance, intending to ignore it until he saw the caller ID. Pepper. One of the few people he’d answer a phone call from at a time like this.

“Hey Pep.” He said as he pressed the phone to his ear, trying to keep his voice down. The last thing he needed was some errant student recognizing him.

“Tony? Have you seen the news?” His heart warmed a little at the panic in her voice. She obviously cared about Peter too, which shouldn’t surprise him. The kid was like a puppy. Everyone he met seemed to fall in love with him, and Tony knew the two of them had grown closer over the holidays when she’d helped Peter file the adoption papers for his surprise Christmas present.

“I have.”

“Oh my god. Where are you?”

“I’m at his school. I’m picking him up.”

“By yourself?” He marveled at the way Pepper could make her voice shrill without actually reaching a high pitched decibel.

“No. Of course not.” He decided she didn’t need to know that was what he’d almost done until Rhodey had intervened. “I brought the team.”

“Oh thank god. Just get him back here and then we need to figure out what we’re going to do.”

“Your wish is my command.”

“Stay safe.” She ordered, stern but worried, a tone with which Tony was all too familiar.

“I will.” He said, the corner of his mouth turning up as he hung up. It was times like these when he remembered what he and Pepper used to have, and he missed it.

He didn’t know what kind of expression was painted on his face, but whatever it was, it was enough for Steve to remind him, “Focus Tony.”

“Trust me Cap,” he said as he pocked his phone, “I’m as focused as anyone could possibly be right now.”

Steve nodded and within another ten steps they were standing in front of the office door.

Tony turned back to Bruce and Steve as he grabbed the handle. “Let’s go get my kid.”

He swung the door open like he owned the place and did exactly that.

Tony almost couldn’t believe that had all happened within the last hour. He still felt like he was doing catch up with trying to process everything. He couldn’t even imagine how Peter felt.

The elevator finally reached the penthouse and the doors opened, revealing a scene Tony hadn’t been expecting, although in retrospect, it shouldn’t have come as a surprise. Pepper had kind of warned him with her phone call earlier, but he hadn’t been thinking about it. He’d only been thinking about getting his kid to safety. Which he’d accomplished.

But now he needed to figure out how to approach this entire mess of a situation because it wasn’t going to fix itself. Thus, the reason for why the penthouse was currently filled with his PR employees.

They stepped out of the elevator and into a maelstrom of chaos. It was a scene reminiscent of the time he’d told the world he was Ironman and the resulting backlash. Or the time he’d supposedly asked some Russian model to marry him. He hadn’t. Or the time he’d been quoted as saying he was anti-gun, which hadn’t been true. At the time. Or the time he’d gotten plastered in Vegas and apparently forgotten to clothe his bottom half before stepping out onto his balcony. But all of those things had happened years ago. It’d been quite awhile since he’d been at the center of this kind of media shitstorm.

Pepper noticed him the moment he stepped into the room. She gave him a small smile as she walked over, but she stopped in front of Peter instead of him.

“Oh sweetie I’m so glad you’re ok.” She said as she pulled him into a tight hug.

He seemed a little surprised but didn’t hesitate to hug her back. “I’m fine.”

“I know.” She said as she released him and grasped his shoulders, looking him square in the eyes. “And don’t worry. We’re going to figure this out. We have people whose entire job is dealing with stuff like this.”

“What? A secret son?” Peter joked but it fell flat.

Pepper graced him with a wry smile. “Well, no. This is definitely a first, but you’d be surprised by what we’ve had to deal with when it comes to Tony.”

“Hey.” Tony acted affronted even though he knew she only spoke the truth.

Pepper arched an eyebrow at him.

He cleared his throat and changed the subject. “Anyway, what’s the plan?”

“Now that you’re here, we can do a sit down and plan out our immediate next steps.” Pepper said, all business again.

“Uh-huh.” He said, distracted by the shell shocked look on Peter’s face as he took in the room and the dozen or so strangers bustling about.

“But I really think the first thing we need to do is hold an emergency press conference, so we should put together a statement for that as soon as possible.” Pepper continued.

“Yeah.” He frowned and then held up a hand when Pepper started to speak again. “We will definitely do all of that, but first I need a few minutes with my kid.”

Pepper blinked and looked over at Peter, her eyes softening at the obvious distress she saw there even as Peter did his best to try to hide it. “Of course. How about I get everyone together and we meet in the conference room at,” she checked her watch, “3:30PM. That’ll give you fifteen minutes. Is that enough time?”

“Should be.” He nodded and then gripped Peter’s shoulders. “Come on Underoos. Let’s go sit down for a minute.”

Peter let Tony guide him through all the pandemonium to the hallway and into his bedroom. Tony pressed him down to sit at the end of the bed before grabbing the desk chair for himself. He flipped it around and sat, letting his forearms rest on the chair back, going for nonchalant even though he felt anything but.

“So.” Tony said, not quite sure how to start the conversation.

“So…” Peter echoed back, not making it any easier.

“I know this is a lot, so I thought we should just take a little time out. A little breather. And you can tell me you’re thinking.”

“What I’m thinking?” Peter’s eyebrows pulled together like he didn’t understand what Tony meant.

“Yeah. What’s going on in that noggin of yours?”

“I-I don’t know. This is all… This is crazy.”

“It is.” Tony agreed.

“I…I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“There’s nothing I want you to say. I just want you to talk to me. Tell me what you’re thinking, how you’re feeling about this.”

“Um I don’t know. It’s a lot.” Peter shrugged.

“Care to expound on that a little?” Tony asked lightheartedly.

“I guess it’s kind of overwhelming, but it doesn’t really feel like it’s real at the same time? Does that make sense?”

Tony nodded, staying silent to encourage Peter to keep talking.

“And now there are all these people here and there were all those people waiting outside my school and I know everything’s going to change forever and…I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.” Peter trailed off and met his eyes, and Tony hated the fear and desperation he saw there. “It’s just…a lot.” He repeated. “And I guess I didn’t really think this was going to happen. Or if it did, I didn’t think it would be this soon. And I didn’t think it would be like this.”

Tony sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He didn’t know what to say to make it better, because there really wasn’t anything he could say, or do, to fix it. The horse was out of the barn. It was done. Over with. Now all they could do was deal with the fallout, and he knew it wasn’t going to be particularly pleasant for him or Peter.

“I’m sorry.” He settled on those two words even though they didn’t have the power to fix anything.

“It’s not your fault.” Peter shrugged.

“Still. I never wanted any of this for you.”

Peter hung his head and picked at the fraying hem on one his sleeves. The kid had a closet full of expensive, brand new, clothing but for some reason it seemed like he always chose to wear whatever he had that was tattered or fraying.

“What’s going to happen now?” Peter asked, looking up at him again.

“Now I’m going to go meet with all those people out there and try to come up with a game plan.”

“And what does that mean?”

“It means first I’m going to find out how all this got out and how much everyone actually knows.”

“Ok.”

“And then I’m going to draft a statement to read at a press conference I’m guessing Pepper has already scheduled, probably to start within the next hour.”

“Really?” Peter seemed surprised.

Tony nodded.

“What are you going to say?”

“Depends on what the media has already spilled the beans on and how good their sources are. If they don’t have any proof you’re my son, and it’s just conjecture, then there might be some wiggle room and I may be able to spin this a different way, but I don’t want you to get your hopes up. I’m guessing they have some solid sources if it’s already out there like this, since everyone knows how much I like to sue for slander.”

Peter snorted.

“So, how about this? You sit tight in here and I’ll go deal with all of this, and as soon as I know more about the plan, I’ll let you know, ok?”

“Ok.” Peter agreed softly.

Tony hummed and drummed his fingers along the chair back as he studied his son. He hated the idea of leaving him alone right now, but he knew he didn’t have any other choice. He had to go deal with all of this, and he didn’t want to bring Peter along and subject him to everything that entailed. That would only make it worse.

It was a no win situation. As soon as he left, his kid was going to be on his computer or his phone googling himself, and he’d start falling down the proverbial rabbit hole. As a media veteran, Tony knew self google was never a good idea, but he could only guess at what was being said and written about his kid. He hadn’t had any time to check yet, so he couldn’t even prepare Peter for it. He definitely wasn’t winning any parenting awards today.

“Listen, I’m going to do something, and you’re not going to like it, but you have to trust me that it’s in your own best interest right now, all right?”

Peter’s eyes narrowed. Yeah, this wasn’t going to go over well.

“FRIDAY be a dear and restrict Peter’s TV, phone, and internet access until further notice.”

“What? No!”

“Just,” Tony said as he held up a hand, “let me deal with this stuff first, and then we’ll deal with the rest of it together. Ok?” He tried for calm even as a storm cloud passed over Peter’s face. At least it was better than the sick, pinched look he’d had ever since all this went down. Silver lining.

“You’re not being fair.” Peter protested.

“I know.” He agreed and Peter didn’t seem to know what to do with that easy admission.

“So I’m just supposed to stay locked in my room alone with nothing to do until you come back?” Peter asked skeptically.

“No. Of course not. You have plenty to do.” He gestured to the partially finished Y-wing Lego set, the stacks of DVDs, and the video game consoles.

“You just said I couldn’t use the TV.” Peter huffed.

Tony sighed. “FRIDAY, Peter can use the TV for watching movies and playing video games, but nothing else, capiche?”

“Yes Boss.”

“There. All good. And you’re not going to be alone. I’ll send you some company.”

Peter screwed up his face like he wasn’t quite sure whether that was a good or a bad thing.

“And I’ll be back as soon as I can.” He said as he stood and ruffled Peter’s hair, smirking as Peter tried in vain to straighten it back into place.

On his way out, Tony paused at the door to turn and look at his kid. Peter had a desolate expression pasted across his face as he stared straight ahead at nothing.

“Hey.” Tony said to get his attention. As soon as Peter made eye contact with him, he said solemnly, “It’s going to be ok.”

“I know.” Peter mumbled and gave him a ghost of a smile, but Tony could see the truth in his eyes. His son didn’t believe him. Tony always knew he was too smart for his own good. Just like his old man.

“I love you.” Tony said with a soft intensity. Maybe he couldn’t keep the world from crashing down around them, but he could love his son. Always. It was one of the easiest things he’d ever done.

“I love you too.” Peter said back and that finally got a real smile out of him. It gave him some hope that maybe this would all turn out ok.

The door closed behind him with a click, and he made his way back out to the living room. Pepper, along with the rest of his SI team, had left and were probably waiting for him in the conference room, but the room was far from empty. Apparently none of the Avengers had wanted to go back to their quarters. The show of concern both irked and warmed him at the same time. Regardless, he didn’t have time to chit chat. Except for the one thing he had to do.

“Hey birdbrain.” He said as he spotted Clint sitting in one of the oversized chairs in the corner of the room. “Do you mind hanging with Peter? I told him I’d send someone in to keep him company.”

“Sure.” Clint agreed easily.

Tony gave him a nod of thanks and made his way toward the elevator.

“Tony.” Steve said from where he and Natasha were standing in the direct path to the elevator, obviously waiting for him.

Tony stopped in front of him and raised his eyebrows expectantly, waiting for Steve to spit out whatever it was he wanted to say.

“How’s Peter doing?” Steve asked, concern crinkling in the corners of his eyes.

Tony sighed. He had no idea how to answer that question. “He’s…dealing.”

Steve nodded as if he understood everything Tony wasn’t saying.

“Well, if that’s it, I have to go figure out how to deal with this disaster.” Tony said after a few seconds had passed and it didn’t seem like Steve was going to say anything else.

He took a step away but Steve reached out to grab his arm. “Wait. We want to come with you.”

Tony turned and frowned. “You want to come with me where?”

“To the conference room.”

Tony just blinked. “Why?”

“Maybe we can help.”

His face must’ve shown his skepticism because Natasha added, “We care about Peter too.” As if Tony had ever doubted that fact.

“Fine.” He must’ve acquiesced too easily given the looks of surprise on Steve and Natasha’s faces. But he had neither the time nor the energy to argue, and if they wanted to spend their time being tortured in a meeting, then that was their prerogative. “Let’s go.”

Steve and Natasha followed silently as he continued on his way toward the conference room. The truth was, he didn’t even know what kind of shitstorm awaited him, but the look on Pepper’s face when he’d stepped into the penthouse had clued him in to the fact that it was bad, along with the dozen or so PR employees milling about with their cellphones attached to their ears and their faces buried in their laptops. Thinking about it made his heart thrum a rapid staccato in his chest. Usually he didn’t care about his image, or whatever the media said, but this was different. This time it was his kid. He couldn’t help but care.

As he approached the glass walled conference room, he could see everyone waiting for him. He’d never gone into a meeting so wholly unprepared. After he’d gotten the news, he’d gone straight to his kid. He hadn’t taken the time to check any media outlets to see what was being said, so besides what he’d already been told, he honestly had no clue what he was dealing with yet. He gripped the handle of the conference room door and took a bolstering breath. It was time to go find out.

#unforeseen dangers #ch 9

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villainelle · 3 years

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☕ + mcu fandom post endgame?

update: uhh not me realising u said fandom after writing a whole ass essay: this fandom has been so divisive since civil war tbh. i wish people would hold the writers a little bit more accountable for their writing than hating on fans who’s characters have done something they don’t like. it’s like, a lot of the uh things that happen in the mcu that people have a problem with is just a case of really bad writing. (see below hhuuhwhuwe)

prev answer: ahhhhhhhh. okay i have a couple of thoughts. so obvs, post endgame marvel is largely tv shows atm. i think....it’s a transparent business decision and a good one, mind you, for marvel lmao. i think there’s several reasons. for it. first and foremost, obvs the avengers have disbanded so there isn’t a new group to carry future movies. secondly, splitting into several tv shows not only allows marvel to launch its own exclusive streaming platform, but ensures more viewers have to watch the shows for the future movies to make sense, y’know?

in terms of my opinions about the shows, atm i’m most surprised by wandavision which i didn’t expect to enjoy. i was worried they wouldn’t pull off the humour and sitcoms but they did a great job acc. i think both shows however suffer from pacing issues, particularly in the last episode where they try to tie everything up and it kinda falls apart bc there are too many antagonists — tfatws particularly struggles with it, i mean what the hell was the 180 turn on john walker in the last ep i’m still so ???? about that whole mess. a bit worried for loki but it’s the only tv show that probably doesn’t impact the upcoming movies as in it’s own alternate timeline.

black widow is still such an insult imo. firstly i dont think its the right place to put in the mcu - ideally you’d want the black widow after catws bc that’s when nat leaked all the shield files and her own past, so it makes more sense for her story to be situated into the timeline at that moment. the whole movie feels redundant given the character’s death has already happened, it’s like...it doesn’t really matter what happens bc u know how she dies anyway, and the emotional impact of it is lessened bc of that. the thing is i get why the russos killed natasha — bc mcu!clint has been so destroyed by....everything idek....there would be so little emotional impact with his death. that does not however mean i don’t still hate it lmao. it truly makes me furious that female characters are so outweighed by male characters in the mcu that the russos managed to kill both the only female guardian, and the only female avenger.

endgame!steve’s arc.....i pretend i do not see it. i really do. i lowkey talked about it on my blog a lot when endgame came out, bc it was sooo regressive in my mind and since the russos set up the rules of time travel to mean things could not be changed without creating an alternate timeline (mind u they broke that anyways.), then what that means for steve is that he had to go back in the past and do nothing for the timeline to continue as it did. (meaning, ignoring his own frozen self, ignoring bucky’s capture by hydra and the soviets, etc, etc). a lot of people hate on aou, and rightfully so in many ways, but that doesn’t change the fact that there were some pretty significant arcs in that movie that people wanna ignore - one of which is that steve has made his peace with being in the present. the avengers are his family, bucky is there as well, peggy has married and has told him to move on, and even his flashback is a kind of horror sequence of pretending “it’s over, we can go home” while people die around him.

for me, i think i miss the early movies so much. the og iron man movie, and catfa and catws, as well as the avengers are my top favourites. i really appreciate those storylines the most bc they exist on their own. once we got into phase 4, and the tv shows, it felt like every movie was an advertisement for the next with the way they threw cameos in. the most obvious being civil war with the spiderman reboot. in fact civil war in general was so redundant when you realise infinity war and endgame are literally gonna be like, “yeah all of that that we just talked about? it no longer stands”, and i mean this both re: the accords, and re: bucky, bc at no point somehow in the following movies do we even get a MENTION of bucky from tony. you’d think with endgame you’d at least have one line. it could have been as simple as tony saying: “we’ll get them back cap, all of them. barnes included.”

send me a ☕️ and a topic and i’ll talk about how i feel about it

#listen i have many thoughts....im sorry this is so long IJWEJIWJIE god the mcu makes me annoyed <3 i pretend civil war does not exist.#answered #replies #robert-deniro

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the--sad--hatter · 4 years

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Mischief & Madness - Chapter 12 (Loki x Reader)

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Loki/Reader (No physical description of reader other than female presenting)

Warnings: LOKI, Angst, lots of violence, graphic gore, extreme cursing, anxiety attacks.

Summary:

Living in New York has its ups and its downs. Upside - You have a cushy job at Stark Industries. Downside - You wind up getting yourself kidnapped by The God Of Mischief.

All you wanted was a decent cup of coffee, now you’re stuck on the otherside of the universe with a sociopath who has only begrudgingly not murdered you.

To get back home you’ll have to work with Loki, and probably stop trying to stab him.

To regain his power, he’ll have to work with you, and probably stop trying to slaughter you.

When Mischief and Madness collide, chaos ensues. Even if you survive this, the universe probably won’t…

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Chapter Twelve

Loki was staring at you like you’d grown a second head. You waited patiently for him to process it, occupying yourself by kicking rocks and watching them explode into dust.

“You want to what?” He eventually demanded, his eyebrows raised so high that they practically merged with his hairline.

You shrugged at him, your smirk growing exponentially. Flummoxing the actual God of Chaos was satisfying as hell.

“The Infinity Stones! We just go back to before Taa was destroyed and remove the Deathwaves.” You grinned.

“We can not just go back. Even if we could, we wouldn’t be changing anything. We would just create an alternate timeline with no Deathwaves, this universe would still die out.” He argued.

“Fine, ok… Let’s not go back in time. Let’s reboot the universe. Look we can try and determine who or what is causing these Deathwaves and we can try and stop them, or we can just delete the program and rewrite it without the bug in the coding.” You tried to explain giddily.

“How?” He asked.

“We use the Infinity Stones to destroy the universe, just wipe it all out, clean slate. Then we rebuild it exactly the same way, minus Deathwaves. Nobody will even know what happened, they won’t feel a thing.” You told him.

“Are you quite mad?” He questioned, a little fearfully.

“Quite.” You agreed.

He gaped at you but you could see the spark in his eyes, he could see the (psychotic) genius in your proposed plan.

“Look, I’m not a hero. Hunting down the bad guys and kicking ass isn’t my thing. I create things, and when they don’t work I burn it all down and start again. That’s the only thing I have to offer this partnership. The universe, it’s just a really elaborate computer program. So we save all the coding, the people and the plants, download the files into the infinity stones and then we upload them to version 2.0. No time travel, no hunting down baddies, just straight up ‘saving’ the universe.” You coaxed.

“And what do I bring to this madness?” He asked, mirroring your slightly maniacal grin.

“You’re the god here, you’re not only strong enough to use the Stones, you’re the only person I can think of who’s smart and cunning enough to pull this off. This is going to take more than brawn and power. Besides, come on Loki… Don’t you want to destroy the universe?”

“This is quite literally the most insane, chaotic plan I have ever heard.” He sighed.

“Yeahhh, and you’re totally on board aren’t ya?” You needled.

He started impassively at you while he weighed it all up in his head and when the corners of his lips started to gradually curl upwards; you knew you had him.

“Very well. Say I am willing to go along with this plan of yours. How do you propose we obtain The Infinity Stones?” He challenged.

“We…” You faltered as soon as the first word was out of your mouth. “I hadn’t thought that far ahead.” You admitted.

“This entire mad scheme of yours hinges on us having The Infinity Stones, how have you not thought that far ahead?” He grouched.

“How am I the one doing all the work? You could do something more useful than standing around bitching and being pretty.” You shot back, crossing your arms in a sulk.

“Am I infringing on your territory? I do apologise.” He scoffed.

“How many are there again? Five?” You asked, ignoring his snide compliments.

“Six. The Space Stone, The Reality Stone, The Time Stone, The Soul Stone, The Power Stone and The Mind Stone.” He corrected, rolling his eyes at for not even knowing how many of the darned things there were.

“Well, we know where three are. The Time Stone and Mind Stone are back on Earth so that’s easy.” You shrugged. “Tessie the Space Stone is…”

And right on cue, as if summoned by your voice, The Tesseract materialised right in front of you. It spun in the air, glowing before it dimmed and dropped towards the ground. You instinctively reached out and caught it, flinching when you realised what you’d just done.

But nothing happened. You remained on Taa and The Tesseract remained in your hand.

“Found one?” You breathed out in awe, holding it up to an equally awestruck Loki.

“Vænn, how are you doing that?” He asked fearfully.

“Doing what? It just popped up, I didn’t do anything.” You said.

You tilted your head at it curiously before you realised exactly what it was you were doing. You were holding The Tesseract. You. A mortal.

“Ahh!” You yelped, dropping it.

You admittedly didn’t know that much about The Tesseract, just what you’d read from the files you hacked one afternoon and skimmed through in boredom. What you did know was that it was too powerful to be held directly by anyone human.

Loki’s eyes were burning into you suspiciously as he slowly approached and knelt down to pick it up.

“You’re human.” It wasn’t a statement, but it wasn’t a question either.

“100%. I don’t even have any Kree DNA, I got tested after those fish oil pills started turning people into husks.” You confirmed.

“What?”

“Oh, Inhumans. They gots little bits of alien DNA and can get superpowers. I was curious, I got my DNA tested. I am utterly, unquestionably human.”

He looked down at The Tesseract, turning it over in his hand before he looked back up at you.

“Curious.” He said softly, holding it back out to you.

“Nah. You keep it.” You grimaced, backing away fearfully.

“Just take it.” He demanded.

“No.”

“Vænn.”

“Nope, not on your fucking life - LOKI YOU BITCH!” He tossed The Tesseract at you in the middle of your sentence and you had a split second to decide whether to catch it or let it smack you in the face.

You clutched it in both hands, inches from your nose. Looking up at Loki you found him smirking at you.

“What the fuck Loki? I could have been vaporised!” You screeched.

“You weren’t.” He replied calmly.

“You didn’t know I wouldn’t be!” You protested.

“You were holding a moment ago, so I did know. I’m not sure how you’re managing it but you are. For all your arguments about how you are nothing special, you appear to attract powerful entities Vænn.” He pointed out smugly.

“You think The Tesseract has a crush on me?” You frowned.

“Not that kind of attract. You are like a magnet, pulling power into your orbit.” He said, almost… proudly?

You scoffed and opened your mouth to rebut his claim but paused and actually thought about it. Of all the places in the city, it was your window that Iron Man flew past on his way to The Tower. The intern you’d taken under your metaphorical wing turned out to be Spiderman. Vision inexplicably turned up in your lab on an almost daily basis. Earths Mightiest Heroes had taken to you without any hesitating. And then of course there was Loki.

“Huh. Guess I do attract trouble.” You snorted, regarding The Tesseract in a new light.

You knew without a doubt that you were human, nothing special about you. But apparently fate disagreed, because here you were.

“So now we have The Tesseract under our control, as it should be. There are still five more stones to obtain, and we will need The Gauntlet. Do you have a plan for talking your friends into handing the Time Stone and The Mind Stone over to us?” He prodded.

“Well, The Mind Stone is literally in Visions head so… no. And it’s not like we can just waltz up to Earth and ask them to hand the Stones over to us. It would take us months to convince them to trust you and we just don’t have that kind of time. Maybe we should leave those two till last. At least we know they’re safe. You don’t happen to have any idea where the other three are, do you?” You shrugged.

He held his hand for The Tesseract with a smirk. You happily handed it over, grateful not to be touching it anymore.

“I know exactly where The Aether is but obtaining it will not be easy. We will need to be careful, we will need a plan. I suggest we take refuge somewhere safer while we decide how to get it away from The Collector.” He told you, holding out his hand to you.

“Wait.” You said softly.

He didn’t have to ask what he was waiting for, he knew what you were planning and only rolled his eyes ever so slightly as you backed away.

“Hey, um… We’re leaving now. Would you, would you like to come with us?” You asked gently as you approached The Stranger.

They hadn’t moved since you’d wandered after Loki and they didn’t move when you spoke. Shining blue eyes gazed into the distance, bearing witness to the lingering death of their home world.

“We can take you anywhere. You don’t have to stay here.” You whispered.

“You are standing in the remains of the temple I have spent my life worshipping in. The Temple may be gone but I am not, so I remain. My world will not die unwitnessed.” They finally answered.

“Your world isn’t going to die at all. We’re going to fix this.” You promised.

Because if you could reboot the Universe, you could reboot it to the point before anything went wrong and no worlds would fall to the terrible destruction you had witnessed. You weren’t going to bring those worlds back, you were going to ensure they never fell in the first place.

If fate kept putting you in the path of powerful people, if fate had led you to Avengers tower then this was the reason. The Tesseract chose you to help Loki, and this was the only way you could think that you would be of any use.

So you didn’t feel bad as you walked away from the lonely Stranger. As you placed your hand in Loki’s, you let go of all the pain of not being able to save the fuzzy Druffs. It didn’t matter anymore, none of it mattered. You might not be a hero, but Loki could be. And you, you would be the Tech Support.

He gently scooped your slumbering Winnie from his pocket and gave him back to you, watching as you secured the little dreaming Grofflink in your own pocket before he laced his fingers with yours, and then in a blinding flash of blue you left Taa and the Stranger behind.

A/N - What's this? A second chapter in one day? :OBeen a while since I pulled one of these!Honestly, I just got kinda giddy reading all the comments and needed to give you (and myself) more! You guys deserve all the chapters I can give for being so supportive and lovely 💖💖💖

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La Comtesse Chronicles Chapter 4 Part 1

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TW: None CW: Vampires

A bow went to Comtesse for her compliment made. There was certainly more to him than would meet the eye, as Cal had found out firsthand. Several times over, now, the two of them locked eyes and all of the questions burning bright in emerald eyes settled at last. Heh, for the moment. He could see a build up of new ones coming, something Cal almost never seemed to run out of. That and jokes.

Eyes widened as he tumbled off the rafter, only to have one of his hands stuck to a wooden support beam. Cringing as she heard him scream, she looked him over as he spoke.

<<Afraid killin' ya was a one-time deal, ma'am. You'll find me as harmless as a lamb. Oy, Derrick! Tell me you’re seeing this too? Even if you’re not, humor me. Please?>>

"Well then, suppose that means I can take you out of here alive. Now, let go." Her eyes flashed as she floated up to him, gently catching him in her arms. The power of persuasion was something all pure bloods had, though she rarely needed to use it. It was called for here, as he likely had no idea of how to use his powers. A laugh left her as she held onto him and began to slowly float down towards Derrick.

“Ah, so that’s his name. Glad to meet you, Derrick. Cal, my name is Rosaline Arcanum, though I suppose you know that already. I’m a pure blood vampire. It would appear that I accidentally sired you on the battlefield. Seems you are already exhibiting powers. Never seen anyone with the ability to hold onto things like that before. Suppose there’s a first for everything. Reminds me a bit of Spiderman. Suppose you might be at this point, minus the whole web shooting thing.”

Shoes clicked on the marble floor, yet she left him suspended in the air just about a foot above the floor. “Let’s take a look at you, shall we?” Eyes roved over his form before she tenderly touched his hand. Eyes glowed for a second and it flashed in her mind: more recent memories of what had been taking place.

Glancing at Derrick, she spoke quietly, “Thank you for keeping him alive. Rare to see someone know what to do with a newly turned vampire. Though, I imagine you know a fair bit more than first impressions give rise to.”

Turning her gaze back to Rapscallion, she sighed, “I’m going to lay this out for you. Apologies if it upsets you or makes you question your sanity any more than you already have. You were exposed to my blood on the battlefield. This is why you are still alive, as no normal mortal could have survived the injuries I gave you. The reason that I’m still alive is because of what I am. It’s almost impossible to kill one of my kind, though I have done it, and will again if it’s called for.

Vampires, both pure bloods, and lesser vampires, such as yourself, develop specific abilities. Yours seems to be grabbing onto things with just your skin, and…. The other is a bit difficult to discern. It’s hard to tell from your memories if it’s super speed or if you are teleporting, but either way, you are ending up places you shouldn’t be. Suppose you will figure it out eventually. One of the powers I possess is telekinesis, hence why I can float or fly, and is why you are still swimming in the air presently. I’m also a telepath, so I can basically get into your head and see what I want to… for the most part. I only saw the most recent things out of respect and to deal with things as quickly as possible.

Now, you, as a lesser vampire have a choice. You can start drinking blood to live, or you can wither away and die. You haven’t healed yet because you haven’t fed. The other choice you have here is whether you will leave this place with me. No harm will come to you if you decide to come live in my castle with me, though the residents probably aren’t too thrilled with this prospect. Or, you are welcome to stay here. You have till we get to what remains of the front doors to decide. And by the way, your friend can see this perfectly fine, just seems to not be phased by it from what I can tell.” Her laughter rang out and echoed through the space, the vaulted ceilings serving as the best acoustics.

B: Derrick:

Derrick watched, impassive through the fall, the nudge of mind and manipulation of matter, her explanation fitting with what he knew so far. What was of more interest was noting how Cal took it all. Had he not been supported via telekinesis, the red head would’ve needed to sit down. Or fallen, a second time. He’d flinched, a momentary tick of a muscle in his jaw the only tell, but Derrick knew. Involuntary touch had never been a kindness. It was this time, and he wished so badly to tell him that...however some things could only be learned through personal experience.

“So...I’m a superhero! Yahoooo that’s sweet!!”

Out of all the reactions one might’ve expected...that wasn’t on the list. Superhero? What was that? Cal had better not be pulling phrases from his hometown for 400 again. Yes, Derrick’s picked up a few. This must mean Cal’s survival mechanisms were back up and running again. That was good. They’d have to discuss the humane sourcing of human blood so he wouldn’t be internally freaking out all the while with that same silly smile on his face. Derrick had gotten good at seeing the small tells, but that didn’t mean he’d catch everything.

Rapscallion:

Spiderman?! How does she know about Spiderman!?? Too cool!!! There was definitely some internal happy dancing going on, external movement forgone for some deep thinking. The reference was kind of like a reboot, reviving the part of him that was the kid who always caused trouble, trying to bring about a laugh. And my but she had some beautiful laughter! He couldn’t remember the last time he’d heard such lovely peals resounding in these blood-soaked halls.

Yeah, he’d focus on that and let the other stuff percolate for a sec. Testing out the extent of this hold seemed like a lotta fun too! He sat, finding it comfortable to hover in a kicked back position with one leg crossed over the other, fingers folded in his lap. Totally not trying to hide how they were trembling or anything. Fight or flight response; a difficult thing when it’s not actionable and can’t be switched off.

“Does that mean I’m an X-Men now? Ohhhh hey! You’re totally Professor X! Except way hotter. Hey, Derrick ol’ boy, don’t give me that look! You’ve gotta be thinking it too. Oh right, I forgot. You’d use words like, ‘Her elegance and pulchritude are unrivaled by anything my eyes have beheld before, or will hence.’ Am I right?”

Cal was lost to a laughing fit, great way to let off nervous energy, while Derrick raised an amused eyebrow...trying unsuccessfully to remain impassive.

“Just because some of us have class...”

“Who’re you calling uncivilized?”

“If the boot fits?”

“I’ll show you just where this boot fits, you overgrown Boy Scout!”

The banter between the two was that of old friends, though before now that would not have been a title they’d have flaunted. Which reminded him—before Derrick could get in another repartee, Cal was off with a question.

“Hold up hold up. You have got a lotta names, sweets. Is there one you prefer to go by? Also, do ya really mean it? I—,“ he swallowed thickly, a vulnerable expression no one had seen on Cal’s face since he was a lad...or sleeping, though Derrick would never speak of it...not quite being shuttered quickly enough to be missed. “I can go with you? You-you’re not going to leave me here?”

And he was back to the boy, remembering the day he’d first walked into the Citadel and discovering there was no way out. Not permanently. Would transforming into a kickass superhero by the supreme X-...er, Woman do the trick? Was she bluffing? Another overly confident royal who had it in their head they could defy the assassins? Derrick seemed to believe her, and that usually took some doing. Course he was also making gaga eyes at her, so his judgement might be suspect, but seeing as how Derrick had never looked at a woman that way...least far as Cal knew...maybe there was something real there. Not just another cruel joke.

It was a gamble, or seemed to be. But after the last week? Er...make that over a decade...it was one he was willing to take. Besides! “Shouldn’t let the big guy out of my sight anyway, always getting himself into trouble, he is.”

Technically that was true of both of them. Derrick sticking his neck out for people he shouldn’t, even those around the Citadel who refused to see him as a human being, and Cal, constantly stirring things up...for good or bad.

“How do you propose we get out of here? Nearest window? Need a bodyguard? I know I don’t look like much right now, and you can float an’ all, but there’s gonna be a whole passel of people ticked off you’ve invaded their home.”

The glance at Derrick revealed the man still didn’t look perturbed. Amused, yes. Pensive or concerned, not even the slightest. Okay, so...vampires, floaty people, an entire Citadel full of assassins, and nothing was bothering him? Sheesh, he’d like to know where the man found his chill. Again, vampires?!? Course, this one was really hot...

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Underoos

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It’s only for one night and as a university student I was on a budget, so my first option every year is looking in the thrift shops. Perhaps there isn’t an outright costume to buy, but at least some weird piece of clothing to build your costume around. I immediately hit gold in the Salvation Army thrift shop. They had put together a table with costume kits. Some were more of an idea that you could DIY into something, but my eyes were on a ready to wear Spiderman kit. It was perfect, as it didn’t try to look like a high tech Stark industries suit, but rather the home made, first version. Whoever made this killed it. It was practically screen accurate, though perhaps not that hard when it should look crappy and most pieces were just plain, unmodified clothes. The slightly too long hoodie and high socks even made me look smaller and younger than I really am.

Actual Halloween was fine I guess. After a few solo cups everything was a blur, as could be expected. I got lots of compliments for the outfit though, I remember that. When I woke up in my dorm I felt as I deserved. Headache, muscle ache and clammy. I had fallen asleep in costume, so that explained why I was both hot and thirsty, and it smelled of sweat and beer breath in the balaclava. Yanking it off, and getting some sorely needed fresh, stale dorm air, I noticed that Steve wasn’t back even though it was 7:33. I guess he got lucky. Or unlucky and was sobering in an ER or a ditch.

I decided to text him after I had a shower and a change of clothes. Now the next part played out as the Spiderman movie, in whatever reboot Peter Parker is discovering himself in the mirror. With only the balaclava off I could see something was off. My features were more distinct, like I had lost weight, but for some reason that didn’t really register until I had the hoodie and shirt off. I was toned, buff even. I wasn’t overweight to begin with, but three-dimensional abs was nothing I had ever had before, nor well defined pecs, those diagonal junk-lines or small muscle dots on the side of the chest. What the hell.

I undressed completely. The entire body was toned, slimmed, firm, lithe, whatever word you want. I looked amazing. There wasn’t much bulging going on when I flexed my biceps, but way better than a day earlier. Right away I was thinking of the costume. It had to be the costume that did this to me. Fuck, I looked sexy. Talk about a bargain, no, treat!

I went and had a shower, more confident than ever. I didn’t meet anyone else to or from the showers, which for the first time here was a let down. I couldn’t stop feeling myself in the shower. I didn’t manage to stick to any wall and I couldn’t shoot any webs from my hands, neither for lack of trying. The shower jerk off was amazing though, and I could shoot more sticky stuff than ever before I think.

To my surprise Steve was back in the dorm when I got back from the showers. In all my scenarios for him he would show up around noon at the earliest. He was about to say something, but didn’t get further than “I..” when he interrupted himself and just stared at me. Steve had seen me wearing only a towel and flip flops more than anyone else in the world, so he knew that what he saw was not normal, or even possible.

Some “dude, what the fuck”s later I had sufficiently convinced him that I had no idea what had actually happened to me, and that my only theory so far was to have been bitten by a radioactive costume. We tested sticking to walls and shooting webs again, to no success, and Steve helpfully threw a book in the back of my head as a surprise to check for any spider sense. Nope on that too, and it didn’t improve my headache.

We decided to play it cool and not mention any of this to anyone else. I would simply say “thanks for finally noticing” to anyone who would be amazed at my new body. We did discuss a bit what to do with the costume, and finally decided I should put it on again for a second night. Would I gain muscle? Would I gain abilities? Would I revert back? All possibilities I was OK with. We discussed if I had to be drunk this night as well, but decided to test without alcohol.

As the morning before I woke up early, hot and clammy, and rushed out of bed to see the results. Immediately I realized the clothes didn’t fit as well anymore. I pulled off the mask and stared at the mirror in disbelief. It was still me, still in better shape than ever before, but way thinner and looking like the lower end of high school age, if even that. “What the hell”. My voice hadn’t even broken. Trick, after all.

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Rescue

Was New York cursed or something? Was there a beacon that was only visible to bad guys and aliens with ill intent that shouted 'Attack Here'? At this point, Tony wouldn't doubt it. Everyone's dinner was so rudely interrupted by an alien attack, and Wanda had made everyone's collective favorite. Stew. Simple, sure...but it was hearty and filling and the witch didn't hold back with flavor.

Now they would have to return to cold stew. It was still good when heated up, but nothing beat fresh off the stove stew. Even Peter was a little peeved. So they left Diana with Cassie (at least they could enjoy the stew the way it should be enjoyed), and Harley made his way down to the lab. He was the team's external eyes and ears, and there had already been a couple of occasions that he saved someone from a back attack or from being swarmed.

"Dad! Peter's falling!" Harley's voice shouts over the comm, and Tony stops in mid air to look for his younger son.

Harley barely gave him the location before Tony was flying toward Peter and his heart dropped into his stomach when he indeed saw the younger teen falling from a skyscraper. Spiderman showed no signs of moving to save himself, so the billionaire didn't waste anymore time to swoop in and catch him before he painted the pavement. Except an alien had the falling body in its sight as well and Tony barely saw the large weapon it carried (some sort of plasma cannon maybe), before he was turning to cover Peter from the oncoming blast. Tony grunts when they're both forcibly tossed through a nearby abandoned building, and when they roll to a stop, the building groans dangerously above them before collapsing.

Tony had been knocked out for a couple of minutes, and when he came to, he found that both he and Peter were stuck. Miraculously Peter had escaped being buried under the concrete, Tony not so much. He attempts to lift the rubble on his chest, but when the surrounding pieces crunch in warning, he releases the concrete and gasps out. Don't freak out. Don't freak out. Don'tfreakout.

"F-Fri...reboot the comm and give me vitals from Karen." Tony hisses. His chest wasn't the only thing under pressure. His right leg was buried too.

He was trying to ignore the pain in his arm too. The scars were flaring up.

"Peter only shows signs of a minor concussion and a few abrasions from when the building collapsed." Friday answers almost immediately, and the next moment he was overwhelmed by concerned shouting over the comm.

"Tones! I swear if you don't answer--" Rhodey yells.

"I'm okay! I'm fine Platypus. At least for now, but me and the kid are out of commission until someone can dig us out."

"Are you hurt or in immediate danger?" The colonel asks.

"Uh...no. I'm a little buried but the suit should hold. Peter got lucky but he's kind of counting sheep right now."

Clint was the next to speak up. "Uhh...guys? I think Mama Bear is about to give Quill a run for his money."

That was all Tony got before his comm went dead again. There was only one thing Tony could think of that would have Stephen supposedly giving Quill a run for his money. He was beyond pissed. He probably saw both Tony and Peter go down and have the building collapse on them, and pulled out all the stops. Right now, Stephen was the all powerful Sorcerer Supreme and his eyes were probably glowing green. At least he could come back from that by himself. Quill on the other hand would go completely berserk and only Scott or Cassie could bring him out of that. Safely at least. The space pirate would eventually calm down by himself but sometimes it took too long and he was a danger to anyone nearby, so Scott was usually sent in to calm the beast.

A loud boom not only echoes from outside his and Peter's location, but it also sent vibrations through the area. The rubble above and around them shuddering from the disturbance. Mama Bear was definitely pissed.

"FRIDAY, are you still talking with the tower?"

"Yes Boss."

"Initiate Rescue Protocol." Tony huffs out as he tries to move the rubble the slightest bit. The pressure was making it hard to breathe, even with the suit. If he could even move it just enough to relieve some of the pressure on his chest, it would be a relief. FRIDAY quickly had him stop though. Any more movement from his position could risk bringing more of the rubble down and potentially crushing Peter. He was also a little worried that Stephen's power could potentially disturb the ruins he and Peter were stuck under and bring it all down even more. Hence the rescue protocol. Tony was afraid that it could be dangerous to wait for someone to finish fighting off aliens to come dig them out.

He would have sighed with relief if he could breathe properly when he heard the sound of repulsors, and he waited nervously as he heard the rubble being shifted. It was slow going, and Tony was just waiting for the wrong piece to be moved, but he built AI's to help with these kind of situations.

The rubble to his left shifts, the Rescue suit appearing in the opening, and Tony immediately points over at Peter. "Get him out first before you help me."

Rescue steps over Tony and his concrete tomb, grabs Spiderman, and carefully takes him out of the ruins before returning to Tony. The billionaire waits as the suit scans for possible ways to safely move the concrete off of him, but when moments pass with no movement, Tony frowns.

"Hey! Hey! Today Spudicus!" Tony says to get Rescue's attention.

"There's a problem." Harley says. "Moving any of this could bring more down."

"Shit. Can Thumbelina be spared?" Tony asks and swears quietly when Harley shakes his head.

"Scott's down."

"Great. That means Porcupine isn't an option either."

"Yeah. Mom and Quill are pretty pissed right now." The teen elaborates before walking closer and gripping onto the slab of concrete on Tony's leg. "If you move the piece on your chest while I move this, we have maybe three seconds to get out."

"We're doing it." Tony grunts as he prepares to shove away the rubble on his chest. "On three."

Tony starts the count, and as soon as he gets to three, he and Harley both shove the rubble off and immediately fly toward the exit as the building groans loudly. More concrete crashes behind them, where Tony had previously been laying, and they barely manage to make it out of the collapsing building. The last moment had them rolling on the ground when some rubble clipped both Tony and Harley's suits, and they come to a stop against a nearby car, their breaths coming out in one woosh.

"Now I know why Mom is always yelling at you." Harley says when he catches his breath.

"Don't tell him. He might just kill me right now."

"TONY! ARE YOU CRAZY?!"

Tony cringes when Stephen flies over to them, his eyes still glowing green when he lands in front of the two, and the engineer allows his helmet to recede. The green glow in Stephen's eyes fades as he looks both his husband and son over (Harley had let his helmet recede as well), and then he rests his head on Tony's chest.

"I thought you and Peter were dead when I saw the building fall."

"Where is Peter?" Tony looks over at Harley and he points in the direction of the tower.

"Vis took him back home."

"Okay. Good. I'm assuming the invasion has been taken care of?" Tony looks around until Stephen looks up at him.

"Quill is cleaning up the stragglers but yes." The sorcerer then proceeds to smack the side of Tony's head.

"Ow! What was that for?!"

"For putting Harley in danger! You should have waited!"

"It was his idea!" Stephen's glare intensifies and Tony sighs. "I'm sorry tesoro. For what it's worth, I did ask about our resident dumbass couple first."

Stephen huffs. "Speaking of, Victor was able to scan Scott on my way over here. He's just knocked out. He should wake up soon to calm Quill."

"I hope so. I don't want to pay more money than I have to."

The three of them move to their feet and Tony hisses at the pain in his right arm. He had completely blocked out the pain when he and Peter were stuck, but now that they were safe again, his scars were flaring up painfully with a vengeance. He holds his arm to his chest in reflex, but Stephen gently grabs his arm and waits until the nanites crawl away to soothe the pain with magic. It was just a temporary spell. Stephen would focus more on it once they got back home and didn't have to worry about alien stragglers around them. As it was, one saw them just a couple of minutes ago and was preparing to attack them until a pillar of light erupted from the ground and skewed it. It was promptly thrown halfway down the street.

"Go home. I'll come as soon as Scott wakes up." Stephen says as he gently releases Tony's arm and the nanites cover it again. "Thor will stay behind just in case too."

For once, Tony didn't feel like arguing. His arm ached, he was hungry, and damn he wanted that stew even if he had to heat it up. With that thought in mind, he and Harley fly back to the tower while Stephen flies back in the direction he came from. When they landed and made their way up to the family floor, their armor crawls back into their housing units and Tony throws his stronger arm around Harley's shoulders.

"How is SARA working out for you?" He asks as they step off the elevator and Cassie hands them reheated dinner.

"Really helpful." Harley answers and sits at the table.

"She's only connected to FRIDAY right now but maybe in the morning we can get her connected to Victor and Karen. We'll get her integrated to your room too. Sound good?" Tony says and Harley nods when he finds himself unable to verbally answer. Mouth full of stew and all.

"Totally would not recommend being pistol whipped. Thanks for asking." Peter says from his spot at the table, one hand holding an ice pack to his head, and the other holding his spoon. "I have a killer headache."

Tony rolls his eyes. "I'm sure Brucie gave you some pain killers. Besides, much better than being a smear on the ground. You're welcome."

The boys continue to snark at each other and the girls (Cassie and Dia) just roll their eyes as they clean up and reheat dinner for the rest of the arriving team. It was nothing new. There was always some kind of bickering afterwards, as well as some gushing if someone did something particularly noteworthy (like Quill playing baseball with a piece of rebar and a grenade that one time), and it was no surprise that Harley became a part of it. Today may have been his first time on the field, but Tony had worked with him so Harley knew how to use the suit in emergencies. That's really what the suit was for for now, but eventually Harley would be a new addition to the team.

Stephen wasn't exactly happy, but he eventually relented when Tony said the suit was only going to be for emergencies until Harley was basically wearing it like a second skin and using it like Tony. Mama Bear will put his foot down with no doubt when it came to Diana though. Not that Tony wanted to put any of his kids in danger, but he didn't have a choice with Peter, and Harley was extremely stubborn. Thankfully Diana seemed content to stay behind with Cassie (and the Barton kids when they were visiting). Sometimes she got scared when her entire family had to go save the world for the millionth time, but Cassie was really good about calming her down and distracting her. The team taught her what to do in case the tower was in danger of being attacked while they were gone as well.

"You can't keep blowing your lid every time I get touched!" Scott grumbles as he steps through a portal that Stephen had opened and Quill huffs.

"You were hit by a plasma ray!"

"Oh please. I heard about the time you went into god mode when I tripped and knocked myself out." Scott glares at everyone. "You're not allowed to laugh."

A few sniggers still went around the table anyway as they sat down to eat. "To be fair, I was already pissed off that time." Quill says.

Clint grins. "I wanna hear about Tic-tac's klutz moment."

"NO!"

Stephen sighs and looks at Tony and motions toward his right arm. "How's the pain?"

"Bearable until after dinner." Tony answers truthfully, and the sorcerer nods before turning his attention to his dinner and a book he seemingly pulled from nowhere. Which he probably did.

Leave it to Stephen to be able to read with all the talking and bickering going on.

#ironstrange #mama bear stephen strange #stephen strange #tony stark #peter parker #supremefamily #scott lang #peter quill #antlord #harley keener #cassie lang #clint barton #diana stark strange (oc)#rhodey

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girl-of-a-thousand-universes · 4 years

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Hidden in Plain Sight. (Pt 1)

When Peter find himself struggling there is one person he knows he can turn to. However will his actions get them both hurt? Unfortunately its not just his memories that are haunting him.

Basically I had a dream and now that I am stuck at home thought I’d try and write (?) Not my image. Mentions of PTSD kinda? Post FFH.

Any and all feedback welcome but be gentle :)

You sit alone in your apartment pondering over your assignment. Your laptop in shone bright on your face however you were seriously lacking inspiration. Sighing you turn in your chair grabbing your phone from the side of your desk. Flicking your screen on you see just what you were expecting. Well the lack of anything to be precise. Two days and you hadn’t heard anything from him which did sound long but he was always mindful to check in with you when he could. Tossing the phone back to into the desk you lean back into the chair rubbing your hands over your strained eyes. Maybe it was time to just call it quits for the night and head to bed? The thought didn’t have long to settle in your mind however when you hear the discarded phone vibrate on the desk top.

It’s him. Your heart skips a beat when you see the name pulse on the screen. ‘Peter Parker’ You should really change that to something less formal however now was not the time to worry about that. Jumping forward you answer the phone however are unable to decipher what is happening on the other end. You can hear Peter’s voice but it is too fast and you can’t make out a word he is saying. You can hear the strain in his voice and he sounds like he’s been crying? “Hold on Peter. Im coming for you just… stay where you are” Rushing out of the apartment you activate his tracker within his suit and take a quick moment to breath and steady yourself in your car before speeding off. “ Just hold on..”

Pulling up behind the old motel you are careful to hide your car. Thankfully you and Peter had spent time transferring some of the systems that KAREN had into your laptop and phone. It meant that you could help him when needed from afar and for the first time ever when he needed you there with him. Checking around to make sure no one was there you got out of the car and rushed to where the tracker location had settled.

As you approached the room you can see the door is slightly ajar and it looks like the lock has been broken. There small bits of wood scattered on the floor and hanging off the frame. Checking the phone before you enter you take a shallow breath before slowly pushing the door the rest of the way open. You enter, scanning the room as you go but are met with nothing. It doesn’t look like it’s even been touched but this is definitely the right place. Then you hear it. A cascade of hushed coughs and splutters come spilling from in the other room. Rushing to the bathroom door you try to push it open but with no luck. Its locked. “Peter, its me let me in” you try to shudder the door again but it doesn’t budge. “ I need you to open the door so can help.” Pressing your ear to the door you don’t hear any movement. He is still coughing and his breathing is far too fast.

“It’s not you” The words faint but you can just about make it out through the door. He mutters something else but you can’t quite catch it.

“ It is me Y/N. I tracked your suit here. I need you to open to door Peter”

“NO!... I …don’t know anymore. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know” The last three words keep repeating. You can hear him really panicking now. He’s frantic and you know you have got to get in there.

“Stay back Parker. I’m coming in.” before he can stop it you take a few steps back throwing your phone onto the bed and dash forward shoulder first, bursting through the door. He jumps up onto his feet into a fighting stance. The form is weak his shoulders slumping and his knees almost buckling from beneath him. He looks broken and the tear stains and red swollen eyes do nothing to mask it. He looks right at you and for a second you can see the recognition flash across his features. As quickly as it presented however it goes. He has lost all sense of what or more importantly who is real. He is looking through you and he doesn’t drop his fists but he doesn’t attack you instantly either which gives you some shred of hope. Even if it is just a little.

Raising your hands to you side in surrender you slowly lower your body until you are kneeling looking up at him. “It’s only me Peter. It’s not in your head I’m really here. Close your eyes. You can trust your senses. You have done it before you can do it again…you need to trust me Peter” You can see his face flinch at the mention of the incident with Mysterio or well Quinten Beck as it transpired.

He looks at you for a few second before taking a deep breath and slowly closing his eyes. You begin to talk about your old memories, trying to keep as quiet and calm as possible. Back when you were both younger. Before all this Superhero business before he was Spiderman before he had to grow up and hold all this pressure. When you lived across from each other when you were younger and would play together and post silly little drawings under each other’s doors. Or when you got a bit older you would both just sit with the doors open exchanging stories from you different schools and would spend hours on end just talking.

You can see his breathing steady and you hope that he is coming back to you. His eyes are still forced shut but your hairs stand on edge as you hear something pull up outside. Your phone begins beeping in the other room to confirm your suspicions and you really don’t want to stick around to find out if they are friend or foe.

“ Peter, I’m sorry but we really need to leave” you try pleading with him. There is no reaction from him. He is breathing calmly now with is arms tensed down by his side but there is no expression on his face like he’s lost inside himself. You can now hear the thumping of footsteps on further down the walkway.

“Peter Please!” you cry and his eyes snap open wide and you aren’t sure if he is going to attack you or not as his eyes dart around the room then to you, then behind. He looks frantic yet oddly calm like his brain is rebooting.

Without warning he springs into action grabbing his mask from the bathroom sink and pulling it over his head. For a few seconds you are stuck still trying to assess what part of him is with you just now but the immanent steps near the door shake your mind.

“ C’mon y/n, we gotta go” he says gesturing towards the window behind him. His features have soften now and you know you have him back. You run into the room grabbing your discarded phone which was now beeping rapidly. With a quick glance toward the window you can see figures cloaked in black and blue approaching. Running back to the bathroom you find Peter now perched on the ledge of the now open window. You dash towards him and you both grab onto each other before he shoots his web swigging the both of you away.

#Spiderman #peter parker #spiderman/reader #reader insert #spiderman far from home #marvel #fanfic #peter parker/reader #hurt #tom holland #justadream

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suddeninklings · 5 years

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This Is Why I Need You. Dr. Esther Song knew when she accepted one of the coveted Foster Fellowships that she would be spending her days far away from bustle and worry of society. She prefers it this way. Alone with her books and her tech, cut off from the world, she watches the stars, searching for signs of new galaxies beyond what once was known, but when she pulls a strangely clothed man out of the waves below her home everything changes. He’s gravely injured and cannot remember how he ended up in the water or who attacked him. All he knows for certain is that his name is Quentin Beck and he is from another earth.

Introduction.

“Fire all the drones. Now!”

Quentin Beck felt the bullet hit him almost as soon as the words were out of his mouth. It sliced through his grey illusion suit as easily as a needle through felt. Perhaps he should have regretted the call. After all, it seemed that his death was now eminent. Blood gushed from the wound in his side as the pain cycled through his system. Shot. He had been shot. By his own tech. But this wasn’t his fault. Spiderman was to blame. No, not Spiderman. Peter Parker. That idiotic brat. Quentin had given him every chance. Every goddamn chance to walk away. To get out of this life. A life that was never meant for a kid. Nick Fury didn’t seem to care, nor did any of the other adults in the kid’s life. His own family. Stark and his crony. None of them seemed to care that they were willingly and knowingly placing the fates of millions in the hands of a boy who couldn’t even drum up the courage to talk to a girl. Quentin had given Peter the out he was too stupidly noble to ask for. And not only had Peter ignored his warnings, ignored the fucking gift he had offered him, he dragged his friends into the firing range with him all over again. Quentin cursed under his breath, stomach muscles painfully shifting as he tried to draw himself towards the wall. A sickening warmth soaked his hand as he pressed it deeper into the wound.

Shit. I knew this would hurt, but shit. A pained groan escaped him and he could taste a metallic tang growing in the back of his mouth. He hadn’t wanted any of this, but he was bound to this path now. All thanks to that fucking kid from Queens.

Peter would have to pay. They would all have to pay. An idea sparked through his head, even though his focus was split between crafting an escape and attempting to keep his blood in his body where it belonged. Yes of course. It was perfect. Doable too, if he could keep his wits about him just a little longer. With a groan, Mysterio pulled him to his feet, his bloodied fingers dashing across the control panel strapped to his wrist. With a deep, gasping breath, he reached for the gun strapped to his side, whispered several orders to Walter and sealed his fate. As pixels of green light shifted and pulsed around him, Quentin felt his whole body filled with adrenaline. A grave, baleful smile spread across his face as his final illusion came together. Any guilt he felt dissipated into nothing. He knew what he was about to do would ruin the kid. Whether or not he was cleared of wrongdoing. His secret would be out. Whatever anonymity he had left would be gone. But it wasn’t his fault. No, Mysterio would remain a hero. Even in death. Prepped and primed for a heroic return of virally epic proportions.

For even in death, there was no going back.

In 2023, Anything was possible. Anything. In 2012, alien ships fell from the sky, decimating the city at the center of the world. In 2013, a dark elf tried to unleash dark matter into London. And in 2018...half of the population disappeared in seconds.

Then the blip came. And went. There was more to that story than anyone would ever know. All of the key players had disappeared. If they weren’t killed. All the ones they knew of, at least.

Many were joyous. Despite the death and destruction. We knew. There was life on other planets. Billions of creatures. Some that looked like us. Others that didn’t. It was thrilling. It was reason to celebrate. There was more out there than we ever guessed. Worlds to see. Galaxies even.

Anything was possible now. And it scared the shit of Esther Song.

She tried not to dwell on it. But it was difficult, especially when her equipment was down. But motherboards had to reboot every now and again. With nothing to do, she tried to focus on her books but the quiet was...well, disquieting. She looked to her record collection, but nothing seemed enough to draw her away from her stifling reality. So she dipped into the refrigerator and pulled an IPA from the back. Cracking it open, she headed outside, hoping the roar of the waves would be enough to drown out the noise in her head.

A bone white moon hung high and heavy in the sky above the Scotland shores. The air, still warm from a troublingly hot summer day, tossed her hair around as she stepped across the small back lawn, gravel crunching loudly underfoot. She paused, pulling at the scrunchie around her wrist with her teeth until it finally tugged off her wrist and into her free hand. Lifting the bottle to her lips, she walked on, savoring the feel of the icy cool liquid as it slid down her throat. She came to a stop in front of an aging wooden fence that kept visitors safe from the cliff sides just beyond it. She set her beer down on one of the posts and lifted her arms back, fingers pulling locks of hair together at the top of her head until she was certain she had most of it trapped. She slipped the tie into place, brushing several shorter strands behind her ear as another gust of wind passed her by.

Behind her sat the Wallace Point Lighthouse. Built at the turn of the last century, it was squat compared to most, but still impressive at 16 meters. It’s structure was white stone and it showed little signs of age. The viewing bay at the top was constructed of diamond shaped glass and surrounded by an intricate iron railing that stretched all the way around. It was topped by domed crown painted a rust color reminiscent of clay. At the base, jutting out inland, a small square addition had been made, boasting a pitched roof, painted the same shade of clay red and sporting two thin chimneys, one on the easterly side, the other on the west. While the coastal side of the property was marked only by the original wooden fencing, a tall, white wall surrounded the remained of the property. It had been built several decades after the lighthouse was raised. The only way into the property, aside from beach below was through an iron gate that could only be opened by special code. But it wasn’t just a lighthouse. In actuality, the lighthouse had no need to be manned by a living being. The light was scheduled to automatically flash seawards every five seconds. It’s true purpose, the reason it continued to receive funding, was a secret only she and a handful of others were privy to. It had taken some getting used to, but after eight years, Esther finally felt comfortable enough to call Wallace Point home.

Even after all the years that had passed, the sound of the ocean below was still a wonder to her. It was equal parts magnetic and frightening in a way all it’s own She would often make the somewhat perilous journey down the set of steps that had been carved into the rock and walk along the shoreline until the sun had set. They were often slick with seawater and sand; a natural and necessary deterrent for any curious neighbors or tourists. That and the local rumors that the old lighthouse was haunted by Sir James Wallace himself. But she wouldn’t dare to venture down now that the tide had risen and the winds tossed the sea around as easily as if it were nothing but a street side puddle. The smell of the air, heavy with salt and kelp, was enough to dull her minds leanings. She rolled her shoulders back, adjusting the hood on her sweater shirt and zipping it up to her collar bone, the chill of her drink settling into her veins. She reached for it again, gazing up at the moon. It was full tonight, shining bright enough to dull the light of the surrounding stars. She shifted her eye to the north, naming the constellations aloud as she scanned the sky. She had known many of them, known their names by heart, by the time she was nine years old.

She sighed, leaning against the railing as a familiar feeling a dread began to broil inside. Everything she wanted to forget. It was always calling for her attention, creeping and crawling at the back her of her mind like a vexing parasite. Not even the raging ocean below could keep it at bay for long. She was about to head back inside when a shadow down below caught her eye. If it wasn’t for the moon’s light, she wouldn’t have seen it at all. She leaned over the railing, staring down into the murky depths of the shoreline.

“S’not possible.” Esther muttered, shaking her head and taking another drink. It looked like...someone was swimming? No, it can’t be. You’d have to be crazy to go out there now.

“Someone!” A voice heralded over the wind and the waves. “H-Help!”

“Oh god!” Esther, turned on her heel, making for the stairs. She hurried down as gingerly and as quickly as she could manage. When she reached the final two, she jumped them, her feet sinking into the damp, dark sand.

“Help!” The voice came again, sputtering and panicked.

“I’m coming!” She called, the hood of her sweatshirt slapping against the back of her head as she fought through the troublesome terrain. “Hold on!”

By the time she had reached him, he had managed to crawl mostly to shore. She waded into the waves, grabbing at his arm and pulling him in. Water soaked through her jeans, weighing her down. He choked and coughed as she tugged. Somehow, she managed to get him to shore. He crumpled onto his hands and knees, gasping for air.

Panting, Esther knelt beside him. “Are you crazy?! What were you...thinking…”

A strange flash of green caught her eye. It was hard to see clearly in the waning light, but whoever this man was, he was dressed quite oddly. A long, dark cape heavy with water stuck to his body. What wasn’t covered looked more like armor than clothing, it’s strange muted metallic color catching the moonlight even though it was awash with clumps of kelp and globs of sand. Esther leaned forward her fingers tugging at the seam of the cape at his shoulder and trying to pull it off.

“What’s your name?” Esther said, trying to catch his attention. The man seemed in-and-out of consciousness. “Hey!”

“W-what?” He answered. His voice was raw and waterlogged.

“Your name?” Esther said, louder. Fisting a large portion of the cape in her hands, she gave a mighty tug. The thick threading tore open and the cape came free. “There”

“H-Hey!” His eyes fluttered open, and he sat back on his knees, arms flailing behind him. “W-what are you doing?”

He spun around, trying to catch her wrist, but Esther drew back, up and onto her feet. He glared up at her for a moment, before pitching forward, looking for a second as if he was going to wretch.

“It’s too heavy.” She explained, drawing the fabric into a large, dripping ball. Even wet, the fabric felt strangely luxurious, almost like velvet. “There’s no way I can get you up the stairs with this...um, thing. Can you walk?”

He considered her words for a moment, drinking in air and dodging her eye. “I-I think so…”

“Okay then,” Esther said, tossing the cape to the side. She stood up and held her hand out to him. He looked up, eyeing it.

Esther swallowed hard. With his head tilted up, she could see him more clearly in the light. He looked like half dead, but even beneath the bloodshot eyes and mussed beard she could see signs of a maddeningly angular face. His eyes were a sharp, icy blue that seemed to slash straight through her.

Oh no, She thought. This outfit...the cape...that hair...he must be a-

He slapped his hand into hers, interrupting her train of thought. With a grunt, Esther pulled and he managed to clamor to his feet. She craned her head back, at his full height he had to be at least a foot taller than her, his golden suit, tailored precisely to his figure flaunted his broad build. He paused a moment, eyes closing as he took a deep breath in. His hand found her shoulder and he shifted some of his weight to it.

“Ah, sorry.” He muttered, swaying slightly.

“Um…” She said, too quietly. She shook her head and tried again. “Are you ok-?”

“Yeah, I just need to-” He moved to step away. “Argh-”

He took a sharp intake of breath and crumpled against her, nearly toppling to the ground. With a shout, her arm went around his middle, her knees shaking as she tried to hold him up. His body pressed leaned onto hers and she could feel something warm soaking her jacket against her ribcage.

“Are-are you bleeding?” She asked with a grunt, fearing the answer.

“Seems that way,” He muttered, his hand finding the wound. He groaned and almost sent them both to the ground. Esther had to adjust her footing so they wouldn’t both fall back down to the sandy floor.

“Great,” Esther muttered. “Well, come on then.”

She took a step towards the stairs, which now seemed like a mile away. He followed suit, limping as he did. What Esther had done one her own in under a minute took them together close to twenty, but eventually that made it to the top of the cliff. By the time they made it, they were both shaking like leaves.

“Just a little further.” Esther gasped between breaths, feeling as if she could keel over herself. She could feel his blood flowing from the wound. There goes my jacket. She thought bitterly as she reached for the door and pulled it open. As she stepped inside, she pulled away from him to close it.

With another wet cough, the man stumbled forward, his body falling to the floor in a heap of skin, bone and metal. Esther spun around, her hair falling loose from the tie. She took him in, her hand still poised over the lock.

The suit was still gleaming from the salt and the sea. In places, there were shards of light built into it that shuddered with a pleasant blue green glow. Hesitantly, Esther turned the lock on the door, the sound of it echoing loudly in her head. With slow, careful steps she approached him again, lowering herself to her knees by his shoulders.

“Um,” She said, gently nudging him with her hand. “Sir? Are you...have you…”

No response came. With a sigh, she placed her hands on her lap and took a look around her home.

“Well…” She said aloud to no one in particular, her arms flying uselessly into the air as she scrambled up to her feet.

“Shit.”

Thank you for reading! I definitely spent way to much time looking up lighthouses in Scotland, but none of them really fit the idea in my head so I just made up my own lol.

#mysterio #fanfiction #quentin beck #jake gyllenhaal #fanfic #marvel fanfiction #oc

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peterparkerspooderman · 6 years

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Malfunction

Summary: Peter’s suit malfunctions and the end result is not pretty.

Warning: Just all-around sadness

A/N: Hope you enjoy my little munchkins 😊 I little bit of sadness in this one so prepare your heartstrings because they are about to get snapped.

You walk to Tony’s lab, picking up Peter because you two were due for a mission soon. You’re all geared up and ready to go. Let’s hope he is.

The doors to the lab open with a hiss, revealing Peter on a table with Tony doing some adjustments to his suit.

“Already getting an upgrade?” You ask jokingly. Peter looks at you with a smile and takes his free hand, the one Tony isn’t working on, and beckons you over towards him. You walk into his body and place a short kiss to his lips. You hear a gagging sound coming from Tony.

“Could you at least wait until I’m away from the vicinity of blehg.” He spews out, expressing his disgust. His eyes still focusing on Peter’s web shooters.

“What’s up with your web shooters?” You ask, looking at Tony working on them.

“Well when I tried to use them they wouldn’t stop shooting, I had to wait until I ran out of web fluid,” Peter explains. “You should’ve seen my bedroom, it was a mess.” He adds laughing. You laugh along with him.

“All done,” Tony announces. Peter jumps down from the bed and tests them out on a wall across from him. He presses the button and a long line of white web shoots out from the device, stopping when Peter let go of the button.

“Awesome, thank you, Mr. Stark,” Peter says, excitement clear in his voice. You tug on his arm, ready to get the mission over and done with.

“Come on, we’re going to be late for saving the city.” You say, tugging on his arm more, trying to get him out the door, he doesn’t budge. Peter picks up his mask and sends Tony a goodbye wave.

You two make it to the small van that you were driving, due to the mission being small you didn’t need the whole crew. You arrive at the site, rubble littering the road, large chunks of rocks blocking the majority of the road. You walk around it, adrenaline spiking through your blood. Your body tenses. You hear something next to you, you see a robot carrying a gun charging towards you two. You take your gun out and shoot a bullet right between the eyes, eliminating any type of reboot the robot might have. Unfortunately, the gunshot alerted more of the robots, soon you two were surrounded by them, you and Peter back to back.

You and Peter eventually fight off the ones that were nearby, going to call back up for the rest. You and Peter are out of breath, heaving air through your mouth.

“Glad that’s over.” You say in between breaths.

“Yeah, but the gun was a good weapon, it killed them instantly,” Peter says, walking up to you to give you a hug when you hear the soft voice of Karen in Peter’s suit.

“Instant kill mode activated.”

The colour drained from your face when you saw the eyes of Peter’s mask turn black with red dots the size of pins. You instantly started to back away from Peter.

“No,no,no,no. Deactivate!” Peter starts screaming to Karen but nothing happens. He looks up at you and that was a mistake. His eyes lock onto you, the eyelids of the mask narrowing.

“Target locked.”

You knew that once kill mode is on, there is no leaving the victim alive.

“Run!” Peter screams. Not wanting to hurt his love. He tries to fight the suit, pulling at his mask and pressing the spider on his chest, while you’re running as far as you can get away from him. Peter failed to fight against his suit and that terrified you. Peter soon catches up to you. Landing right in front of you. Your eyes widen, your legs carrying you slowly backwards.

“Listen, (Y/N). You have to call Tony befo-.“ Peter gets cut off by Karen’s voice again.

“Audio Malfunction.”

You turn and sprint in the opposite direction. Wanting to get away from the person that you love so dearly and will kill you. You hear the hissing of his web shooters getting closer and closer. You turn into an alleyway. Your feet pounding on the floor, your legs and lungs burning and your muscles screaming at you to stop running. You carry on.

You come to a dead end. Your heart skips in panic. You turn around to see Peter walk towards you with his menacing eyes. You take steps back until your back hits the wall. Your eyes close, just thinking of the fact that you might die today and at the hands of your lover. You know it’s not his fault, but it doesn’t make the thought of him killing you any better.

Suddenly your face whips to the side, your brain slowly catching up that he punched you. You groan in pain and before you could recover, he punches you in the ribs. You scream in pain, doubling over. Peter takes you by the arms and throwing you against a wall, your back slamming against a hook that was sticking out of the wall. You hiss at the pain searing through your body. You’re so tired and worn out you’re not fast enough to fight back.

His fist lifts in the air and slams against your nose, you hear a deep crack and blood starts flowing down to your lips. He takes your head and slams it again the wall you’re against. The action making your vision go foggy and dizzy. You’re about to punch him but he beats you to it, pulling you from the wall and throwing you into a bunch of metal trash cans, the metal hitting against your ribs, surely breaking some of them.

The pain coursing through your body is unbearable, you don’t move from your spot, hoping that he will think you’re dead and leave you be. The thought of Peter leaving you for dead makes tears brim your eyes, you blink them away when you’re roughly turned over. Peter hovers over you, his hand fisting your shirt bringing your face closer to his and that’s when rapid fire happens, punch after punch and kick after kick. You were sure you were about to die when suddenly his eyes turn white again, well you think they do, you couldn’t tell by the foggy vision. You see him walk towards you, you try to move away as far as you can in your current state on the tared ground.

“It’s me, it’s me.” You hear Peter sob. You look up at him, not really sure if you should trust him, scared that he was going to change again.

“Take t-the suit o-off.” You croak out. Your arm clutching your side, trying to stop the bleeding from your side when you were thrown into the trashcans.

Peter immediately presses the spider on his chest and the suit falls down his body only leaving him in his underwear. He ditches his suit and walks slowly towards you. The closer he got the more you could see his wet cheeks, signs that he was crying under his mask. Your body too weak to stay awake your eyes flutter shut. The last thing you feel and hear is Peter picking you up gently from the ground and him saying

“You don’t deserve this.”

Then black.

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You wake up to Tony and Peter arguing. You look around to see that you’re in the Avengers infirmary. Hooked up to a bunch of machines. You’re struck with a splitting headache.

“Come on Peter, I can fix the suit and it will be good to go,” Tony says with a convincing tone.

“No, I’m done being Spiderman. When Karen activated kill mode, I have never felt more panicked. I almost…” Peter says, voice breaking at the end, a common sign that he’s about to cry. “I almost killed her Mr Stark. I almost took her life away. Her cut lip, her broken ribs, her droopy eyes, her bruises. That was all me.” Peter cries, cheeks soaked from tears.

“Things happen, kid,” Tony says.

“No. Mr Stark. I’m done.” And that was the last time Peter Parker was seen in a red and blue suit.

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Serendipity

When the cat is away, the mice will play. When the Avengers are away, Peter will introduce Loki to Bowser, plan a magical prank, and figure out how to unite the team with the world of Mario. Enjoy!

A/N: I'm sorry, I just really love these two and basically could not function until I wrote this. Plus, I saw the new Infinity War posters and my brain went 'yup, we're going to obsess over marvel again' so that's that...

Peter has prepared himself for many things in life. For example, he's always prepared for a science pop quiz or a new lego challenge or even changing into his Spiderman suit within half a minute. What he's not prepared for, however, is to be assaulted by an unprecedented display of magic that seems to be a dangerous combination of magnificence and malice.

His head jerks up as the hairs on his arms stiffen in warning so he dives behind the counter just in time for debris to fly over his head in what's possibly the worst mockery of rain in the world. The falling glass and plaster more or less remind him of destructive snow, actually. Waiting until the sound of crumbling infrastructure fades, he peeks over the top of the counter and watches as the levitating stranger transforms the windows and doors into solid metal before turning the ceiling into something that looks like it's been plucked out of a Tim Burton film, then picking up the nearest object and turning it into ash without even blinking.

Instead of being worried or anything else remotely sensible along those lines, Peter's eyes widen in awe. "That's so cool!"

Instead of continuing to take advantage of an otherwise empty Avengers' tower, the stranger stills as he hears the compliment, his sceptre resting on the ground as the blue light fades.

"I mean, it's really impressive and it looks so easy! But I bet it's actually pretty difficult, right? Oh, uh, I'm sorry if you were expecting someone else, by the way... I love your crown helmet!"

"Crown helmet?"

"Yeah. I'm sure it has, like, a more sophisticated name but I can't think of one. Crown helmet works pretty well to be honest because it looks royal and ready for battle..." he pauses. "Wait, is why you're here? There's not really anybody here to fight you. Except me, I guess. But I don't think fighting someone with such cool magic is a good idea, even for me... Wait, you can't be here for a battle, can you? FRIDAY wouldn't have let you in if you were so you have to be a friend, right?"

"Who exactly are you?" the owner of the crown helmet asks eventually.

Peter grins and springs to his feet, ignoring his spidey sense entirely and hoping that the other man is indeed a friend. "Peter Parker."

It's only when Peter sees the man smirk with that iconic glint in his eyes that it dawns on him who he's talking to so he curses himself for getting carried away and not noticing before. "Oh my algorithms... You're Loki, aren't you? I've heard so much about you and all the stuff you've done! Actually, maybe I shouldn't have told you my name... Please don't hurt my friends or family!"

Loki doesn't even know how to react and that's a first for him. "I'm not always out to hurt people, you know?"

"Nor is Bowser but people peg him as the bad guy all the time..." Peter nods understandingly, even though he's internally thinking about how he doesn't really understand. Then he realises he does understand because he's in the same position. "And people think Spiderman's a bad guy but he's just, like, trying to help in his own way, you know? It's not his fault if stupid journalists label him as a vigilante and everyone else just goes with it."

"Who?"

"You don't know who Bowser or Spiderman are?" Peter looks so crestfallen that even a God out for vengeance has to take pity on him.

"I haven't exactly spent much time on Midgard?" he offers as an explanation.

Peter's eyes light up in understanding. "Oh, of course, right, okay... I can show you who they are if you like? We have to fight our way to Bowser though... We can even fight Bowser together! Wait, have you heard of video games? You must have, right? They're pretty much universal, aren't they?"

Loki has never so lost in the face of a Midgardian before. "No?"

"In that case, it's practically my duty to explain! Come on, uh- Lord Loki, you don't even know what you've been missing out on!" Not that anyone can ever know exactly what they're missing out on since, if they did, they wouldn't really be missing out, but that's not the point.

Despite having originally arrived to create chaos, Loki finds himself following the excited teenager, trying to convince himself he'd not been persuaded solely by the title he's been given.

He's led into the next room where a rather large television is mounted onto the wall and a small collection of boxes lies beneath it. Peter, only briefly glancing behind him to make sure nothing is on fire, selects one of the boxes and pries it open, removing a circular disc that he then feeds to a bigger black box. He watches as Peter uses one of the oddly-shaped black objects to navigate his way through a menu and selects one of the options that then triggers an opening scene with an odd man who seems to be Italian and Mexican at the same time.

"How does this show me who Bowser is?"

Peter shrugs. "Bowser is the final boss. We have to play our way to him."

"Play?" Loki scoffs, "I do not 'play' anymore."

"Well, I suppose you can watch me play instead if you prefer?"

"Watch...? You expect me to sit here and do nothing while you fight?"

Peter has nothing to say so he shrugs again.

"I will observe as you battle your way to my enlightenment," Loki finally settles on.

"Sounds like a plan," Peter agrees and starts on the first level on single player mode because a certain someone had accidentally deleted his progress in an attempt to reboot the device with lightning but he was only trying to help so he couldn't really be blamed. He flies through the first set of levels but gets stuck when he's all out of spare lives and can't figure out how to kill three mushrooms without sacrificing his progress.

"Jump over the secret bridge thing."

Startled, Peter jumps so high he drops the remote and accidentally releases his hold on a button, turning left in the game and subsequently causing Mario to fall off the cliff.

"No!" he cries, whacking the controller on his head. "Now I have to start over..."

"Next time, use the bridge."

"What bridge?" Peters asks as he restarts the level, then biting his upper lip to concentrate.

"The one that was above your head- wait, stop," Loki says, throwing an arm out as if he can communicate with Mario.

Peter, not wholly surprised this time, stops in a safe place and looks to Loki, a questioning look on his face.

"You see that wall?"

"Yeah?"

"Do the spinning leaf tail move on it."

Peter stifles his laugh and nods, doing as instructed. Immediately, he discovers a secret passage he hadn't seen before. Leaning back, he whistles. "How did you know that was there?"

"Wasn't it obvious?"

"Not really, no..." Peter mumbles.

Loki's smug expression softens just a little. "Perhaps we should take it in turns?"

Peter nods thoughtfully. "We can't both play because we're too far into the single-player mode... but I don't mind watching. Here!" he passes the controller to Loki, who takes it with his free hand.

After a moment of thought, he asks, "Would you like to hold my sceptre?"

Eyes widening, Peter gasps. "Can I?"

Loki smiles and holds it out, almost laughing as Peter tentatively reaches out, freezing as his hands touch it and slowly pulling it closer, practically stroking the chilled gold body.

"It won't break if that's what you're worried about."

Peter grins, euphoria in his eyes, "Thank you, Lord Loki."

"Now, how do I make this little man crawl through the wall?"

"Press the back butto- no, no, not that one, the other back button! Stop!" Peter warns just as Mario bursts into flames.

"That was beautifully violent."

"Maybe, but it means we have to redo the level now so..."

"Again?" Loki groans, handing the controller back to Peter with a dramatic twirl of his wrist.

Peter, to his credit, doesn't complain at all, simply keeping his eyes glued to the screen and getting Mario to squeeze through the wall before handing the controller back to Loki.

"It's this button, by the way..." Peter lets Loki test it out before he resumes the game and so Mario doesn't randomly burst into flames this time.

And thus, the level is completed.

And the next one.

And the next.

And so on.

Until the two of them, after Loki accidentally makes Peter fly in his annoyance of dying - to which Peter had responded by doing a cartwheel and making a note of the experience so he can retell it to Ned later- and various curses of several degrees, finally encounter Bowser.

"We did all that for a spiked turtle?" Loki huffs immediately.

"He's the king of the Koopas! And it's not like I forced you!" Peter argues.

"Oh, shhhhhhhhhhhhh-" Loki groans, "He just killed us."

"Are you serious?" Peter props the sceptre on the sofa, takes the controller from him and deftly retries the level, then progressing a couple more in his excitement. He doesn't fall even once but obviously, Loki has other ideas or he'd just gotten bored because he pokes Peter and causes the teenager's attention to waver, resulting in an exposed, defenceless Mario and an instant, completely boring death.

"Looooooooh-hokiiiiiiiiiiiii!" Peter whines, letting himself flop onto the sofa backwards, his feet draped over the back and his head hanging upside down, just a few centimetres off the ground.

"I'm sorry, little spider."

Peter doesn't think anything of the nickname until he does, at which point he rolls backwards and lands on his knees, breathless and slightly red. "What did you just say?"

Loki grins. "I might not have known who Bowser is but, since the whole invasion ordeal, I've spent enough time with Thor to learn some things from his frequent rambling about the Avengers."

"And?" Peter raises an eyebrow, his heart hoping that he'd been included in those tales but his head telling him Loki had probably seen his mask lying around or something.

"You fall under that title in his books, young spider."

Peter beams, his eyes positivity radiating joy and gratitude. "Thanks, Lord Loki!" he says and, without even thinking about it, he springs to his feet and wraps his arms around Loki, his face pressed to the not-so-surprisingly silky, green material.

"Oh, we're hugging now?" Loki asks, but not unkindly, awkwardly pacing his arms around the excited teen and trying not to let his smile through; it'd been a while since he'd been hugged and, if he was honest - which he rarely is - he'd missed the feeling.

Peter pulls away with a red face and wide eyes. "I'm sorry, I didn't even think- I hope you don't mind hugs? Uh..."

"Untangle your anxious webs, young spider, I have nothing against embraces."

Loki smiles and Peter can feel his face heat up in a mixture of bashfulness, relief, and some kind of honour he can't quite decipher.

"You know, I definitely prefer Spiderman over Bowser."

"Really?" Peter's voice is at least two notches too high.

"Webs are so much better than stolen fireballs... His fireballs are not even nearly as impressive as mine anyway."

"Thank you!" Peter grins. "I prefer yours too..."

"May I inform you that the Avengers will be back in no more than three minutes?" FRIDAY alerts them, sounding way more amused than and an AI should ever be able to sound.

Peter hums in acknowledgement then grins and turns to Loki. "I have an idea."

"And I have a sceptre," Loki says, basically already having agreed to whatever Peter can ask.

Which is why, two minutes and forty seconds later, Tony walks in and abruptly stops, causing Steve and Bruce to crash into him and Thor to barrel into them, resulting in four stumbling men and a very exasperated Natasha and Clint.

"What on Earth?" Clint asks as they see Peter standing on the table with Loki's sceptre glowing in his hands.

"That's where you're mistaken, Mister Barton, the world in question is Asgard, not Earth." Peter has to fight with himself to avoid letting his amusement leak into his words. He ends up scowling at the Avengers, internally apologising but outwardly positioning himself to appear as angry as he possibly can.

"Is that Loki's?" Thor asks, frowning.

"It was," Peter corrects, smirking.

Tony narrows his eyes but it's not hard to tell he's just super worried rather than actually irked. "Pete, where did you get that?"

"And why are you on the table?" Steve asks. "Get down, you're going to hurt yourself."

Fleetingly glancing at Loki, who gives him a surreptitious thumbs up, Peter shrugs. "I got bored of waiting and decided to explore my options."

"Explore your options?" Natasha repeats blankly. "Out of everything you could have done, you chose to attack the Avengers with trickster's sceptre?"

Schooling his features into an expression of condescending scorn, Peter nods. "I am, after all, more than worthy of such a weapon."

That happens to be Loki's cue to clear his throat, effectively diverting their attention to where he's sat in the corner, wrapped up in webs. As they turn to him, he grimaces. "I wasn't aware you'd adopted someone worse than myself."

"Loki?" Thor's voice rises an octave as he glances at the same man who'd unleashed the tesseract supposedly defeated by a teenager with a radioactive spider bite and perhaps too much time on his hands.

"Well, obviously, moron. Aren't you going to, I don't know, kill him or something?" Loki asks, gesturing to Peter with his head.

Sharing a quick, confused but decisive look with Clint, Natasha steps forward. "Kid, I think we need to talk."

Peter shakes his head. "I think we need to stop talking and start giving me all the… Actually, we didn't plan this far so I guess we can just stop and leave it at that."

There's a moment where everybody opens their mouths to argue but finds themselves too shocked to say anything before Loki stands and walks towards Peter, brushing the webs away as he does, and Peter jumps off the table, standing in front of Loki so nobody shoots him in their confusion.

"What in the name of shawarma?" Tony exclaims finally, never having walking into something so strange.

"No, you iron idiot, it's called magic and theatrics." Loki smiles and, to everyone's utter bewilderment, ruffles Peter's hair.

"Did you guys finish an entire game of Mario?" Clint asks incredulously, obviously the first to notice the image of Bowser's bones on their television.

"No-"

"Yes-"

Peter and Loki glance at each other, trading glares that hold no malice whatsoever.

"You know what, this isn't even the craziest thing I've seen Peter do." Steve shakes his head and anyone who didn't know better would have cooed at the fondness in his voice.

Loki, sensing the tension in the air, coughs. "I'm no longer here to tear you all apart if that's what you're worried about."

Thor beams at him, moving forward to embrace him and totally forgetting about Peter, who gets trapped in the middle of them. Everyone watches as he protests quietly and manages to stick an arm out of the brothers' affectionate barrier, his head soon following as he dramatically crawls out to the side. Loki's remorseful and slightly irritated apology is muffled by Thor's unwanted but nonetheless comforting, congratulatory hug, which gives the rest of them a reason to laugh, except Tony who's quick to pull Peter away from the two Gods lest he gets squashed or injured in any way.

None of the Avengers can relax completely, which is only to be expected considering their history with Loki, but the anxiety in the room fades to negligible after a little while, the gang either retreating to their respective rooms to freshen up before they return or grabbing a snack and slowly accumulating in the living room, eventually being roped in to a game of Mario Kart by Peter, who's figured out exactly how to tick them all off enough to ensure their exasperation leads to them joining in to prove a point or using their annoyance as an excuse to succumb to their intrinsic desires of playing and winning a competative video time. Ultimately, when they're all squashed onto the sofa or the beanbags, personal space long dismissed, either actively controlling the characters with hilarious expressions of concentration or cheering each other on, their way of playing is a whole new experience and Peter has never felt so at home with them.

All in all, even though Peter wasn't prepared for such an eventful day - not that anyone can ever be prepared to fake a hostage situation with a God - he's more than glad to have been thrown into it. More often than not, he decides, strange parts of life are better encountered with an open mind instead of a meticulous itinerary that leaves no room for spontaneous craziness. He might technically be a superhero but, at the end of the day, he is also a teenager...

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