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maraudersftw · 3 years

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You have to leave. Right now. From the prompt list if you are in the mood 🌸

Thank you so much, bby! Did a fifth-year Marauders + Jily drabble because those idiots have my whole heart. x

Stinksap

“Oh, bloody hell!”

“I’m gonna be sick!”

“Peter! Not on my bed!”

“Sorry!” came the groaning reply, followed instantly by a loud retch. “Padfoot’s already in the bathroom.”

“I don’t care!” James cried, watching in abject horror as his beloved Puddlemere spread was sullied under Peter’s hurled breakfast. He quickly averted his gaze, feeling bile rise up the back of his own throat dangerously. Quite unfortunately, the rest of the dormitory wasn’t much better off in terms of being a good landing space for his eyesight.

“I told you!” Remus moaned, voice muffled under the cover of his hands as they sat firmly over his nose and mouth. “I told you this was a terrible idea!”

“You should’ve told us harder,” James grimaced, trying to find a clean spot to stand in. It proved to be an entirely futile effort, however, given that almost every visible inch of space—including his clothes and sneakers—was slathered generously in bright, gross, fumingly green Stinksap.

Three potted Mimbulus mimbletonias sat in the middle of the dormitory floor, angrily squirting more of the substance in vehement protest.

“What are they still going on for?” Peter croaked, eyes watery and red as he emerged from his bout of vomiting. James pinched his nostrils shut as tightly as possible between his thumb and forefinger. “We’re already drenched in this awful stench, what more do they want?!”

James thought it was a very good question, and one that the plants needed to deliberate upon solemnly and as soon as possible.

He cursed the moment that they (Sirius) had the idea of experimenting with Stinksap to invent some potion to prank the Slytherins. James had been abhorrently easily swayed despite his incompetence in anything to do with a cauldron and patience. He knew they really ought to pay more heed to Remus’s advice in the future.

They’d live longer.

“Merlin, I cannot breathe,” Remus wheezed and dove over the side of his bed, having the good sense to transfigure a stray shoe into a bucket that was only slightly disfigured, before he retched into it, too. “Ugh,” he spat, “it still stinks like old, sweaty socks.”

James was about to unhelpfully inform him that it was probably just the Stinksap—though he dreaded opening his mouth and breathing in the smell again—when the bathroom door opened behind him, revealing a flush-faced Sirius.

He took in the scene with a blank look.

“Nope,” he shook his head, retreated into the bathroom, and closed the door again.

“Padfoot!”

“Not fair!”

As the fifth-year Gryffindor boys dormitory continued to ring with moans and groans of complaints, a rapid series of knocks sounded against their door.

“Remus?” called a familiar female voice from the other side, freezing the boys in their various states of distress. They exchanged comical looks of shocked silence. “Black? Potter? Pettigrew? Open the door!”

“Not happening, James,” Remus immediately hissed before James could even open his mouth. His eyes had narrowed into slits. “I told you this would be a disaster, and you and Sirius went ahead and did it anyway, and now I refuse to become the scapegoat. No chance.”

“Moony, please—” James almost sobbed. This was turning into his worst nightmare. “Come on, mate, not—not in front of her!”

“Exactly. Not in front of her. I want my dignity intact.”

James whirled around. “Peter—” But his pitiful plea was completely drowned out by the violent gagging Peter was enthusiastically engaging in.

James almost considered breaking down the bathroom door and forcing Sirius outside for his treacherous abandonment of the site of wreckage, but the knocking outside the dormitory grew more persistent, angrier.

“I swear to Merlin, you lot better open this door! I know you’re in there!”

Of course, she did, James thought morosely. If the noise hadn’t given them away, the stink certainly did.

Seeing no solution in sight, he trudged on towards the door himself, feeling confident that this was the most embarrassing moment of his fifteen years of life. Remus’s parting gaze was sympathetic, but not sympathetic enough, and only made him feel more miserable.

“Stand back, Evans,” he warned through the door, and waited for two seconds before quickly slipping outside onto the landing and shutting the door behind himself. Untainted air had never smelled sweeter before as he drew it into his lungs.

“Jesus, fuck, Potter, you stink!”

James winced, almost running his hand through his hair before realizing he was lavished in green goop. Lily Evans stood across from him, wisely as far away as her body would allow without having her topple down the stairs.

“Alright, Evans?” he tried, grinning. A drop of sap dripped from his hair and onto his glasses. Lily grimaced.

“Are you?” she asked, covering her nose. “What the bloody hell are you boys doing in there? Is that Bubotuber pus?”

“Stinksap,” he corrected.

She shook her head, bravely taking a step forward. “Move. I have to make sure you’re not damaging Hogwarts property.”

“No!” James yelped, thinking of the dormitory and the vomit and the plants and the half-blasted cauldron. He blanched. “Absolutely not. You have to leave. Right now.”

Lily scowled, though she didn’t move forward again. James supposed it had more to do with the fact that he had attached himself to the doorway like a sticky bug and she didn’t look too keen on touching him then—or ever, actually—than her sudden willingness to listen to him.

“And what if I say no?” she formed the question slowly.

“Then you will see things you definitely don’t want to.”

Her eyebrows twitched, though whether it was in amusement or terror, James couldn’t tell. Eventually, she sighed. “Just tell me no one’s dead and that you’ll have all this mess cleaned up and I’ll leave. I think you’ll not find it too hard to believe that I’m having difficulty breathing right now. The smell is wafting all the way down to the common room.”

“No one is dead and we’ll have this mess cleaned up,” James parroted quickly. Then, because he couldn’t resist, “though if you wanted to stop by our dormitory some other time, Evans, you know you’re always welcome to.”

She rolled her green eyes and James’s heart lurched. She was so pretty. “You’re insufferable, Potter. I truly don’t know why Remus hangs out with you lot willingly.”

“It’s because we’re so charming.”

Lily tilted her head, and it seemed like she couldn’t quite control her smirk as she let her gaze fly all over his current state. “Right. I’m sure that’s it.”

James flushed. He’d almost forgotten that he resembled a troll boogie right then. Getting away from there felt like a brilliant idea suddenly. “Well, Evans, it’s been a pleasure, as always—”

“Wish I could say the same.”

“Goodbye!”

“Potter, wait!” she called, and James immediately shut the door behind him again lest she notice how Peter lay groaning on the floor now. Thankfully, Lily only scrunched her nose in irritation. “I hope you remember Professor Sprout telling us that a ninety-minute shower helps remove the stench.”

He didn’t, actually, and his stomach tumbled a bit pathetically. “Er, right. Cheers, Evans.”

She almost smiled, lips twitching, but turned away before it could evolve into the proper thing. “Insufferable,” he heard her whisper, not entirely bitter this time.

When James entered the dormitory again with a dumb smile on his face, Sirius groaned loudly, watching him from the bathroom doorway. “You’re almost as nauseating as the bloody Mimbulus.”

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kaiparker-avengerssmut · 3 years

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Their Doll 12

Home again

B.Barnes x Stark!Reader, S.Rogers x Stark!Reader

series synopsis: y/n Stark, all records of her non existent, and yet Hydra still find her. When she is kidnapped by a certain super-soldier and no one believes her, she finds herself searching for unexpected familiarity in her not-so-distant past.

Series Warnings: smut, violence, torture, swearing

Chapter Summary: y/n returns home

Warnings: steve almost cries, swearing maybe, kissing, mentions of violence and scars

A/n: The timeline in this has been altered, as there I things I wanted to include but I also wanted this fic to follow the storyline/timeline of Winter Soldier and Civil war.So for purposes of this fanfic, Peter Parker was discovered by Tony at a much younger age - when he was bitten - and has been an intern with him since, almost like a protégée.(For the purposes of this story Peter was bitten much younger too - more like when he was 9 or ten rather than 14/15)

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Steve was distraught. He sat completely still, head buried in his hands as his mind whirred. I string hand on his shoulder caused the man to look up, blue eyes meeting Tony's brown ones which were filled with sorrow and pity.

"I know you love her, but it's over Steve. They have her there's-" a crack in his voice made the billionaire pause, "there's nothing we can do this time."

"But I left her, Tony!" Steve shouted, standing up abruptly. "I could've saved her, and I didn't!" Steve's face was red, Tony's face taken aback. "She's your daughter and I didn't even save her..."

"Hey, stop." Tony snapped, pulling Steve's attention to him instantly. "I know she's my daughter but I also know that you love her enough that you wouldn't give up on her if you did t have too!" Tony wanted to shout, to scream at his friend.

"He's right, Steve. Well all know you love her." Nat smirked, arms crossed over her chest as she now leant in the doorway.

"How long have you been standing there?" Steve asked and Nat simply quirked a brow. Steve nodded and realised she'd most probably been there the entire time. "And how do you know...?"

"That your in love with y/n?" Nat clarified. Steve nodded. "It's obvious, Capsicle. You literally give her heart eyes whenever she's not looking and you always fidget when you're around her. But my favourite part," Nat pushed off the door frame, walking into the room, "is that you act like you hate her. I new you didn't have great experience with women, but I didn't know it was that bad." She remarked and Steve made to protest but was cut off.

"She's right, y'know. There's no way in hell a girl's gonna ask you out if you critique every last thing about her and give her the evil eyes every time she looks at you." Tony added, making Steve shut his mouth and stare at the ground again.

"B-but it's been weeks." Steve stuttered. "What's if she's... what if they killed her, Tony? I think that's on my. Her blood would be on my hands." He rambled, and Tony was about to reply when Bruce appeared at the door.

"You guys might want to come downstairs." He said quietly, and the three avengers already in the room looked at each other, confused. Steve quickly swiped the threatening tears from his eyes, him and Tony making their way down the stairs as fast as they could.

...

I burst through the doors, immediately met with the sight of Tony pointing to some papers the person next to him was holding and discussing something with them. My face broke out into the biggest smile, the sight of my dad after the hell I'd been through like a shelter from the rain.

I waved frantically, already breaking into a run towards him, his head snapping up at the wild movement and his face morphing into one of shock and relief, his arms held open.

"Lil?" His voice was full of concern as my arms wrapped around his neck when we collided, my legs wrapping around his waist and his hands finding their place on my back. "Oh my god, Lil, you scared us so much, scared me." He whispered into my hair, pulling back enough to cup my face in his hands. "It's you." I smiled.

I nodded my head furiously, burying my wet face into his shoulder, jumping down from the embrace.

"Lily?" The unsure voice from the edge of the room caught my attention, a grin spreading on his lips seeing me. I held back tears looking at him, my smile still wide. He walked towards me, enveloping me in a hug so tight it could crush a normal person. "I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry." He kept saying, his hand tangled in my hair.

I shook my head, sorrow filling my eyes as in stared at the man that had engulfed me with his body. He pulled back, looking sternly into my eyes.

"I know you think I hate you. But, I wouldn't wish what happened to you on anyone, Lily. Not even my worst enemy." Steve whispered, his eyes clouded with pity.

"Well that's new." Tony remarked seeing us hug, confusion lacing his tone. "Hey, kid, what's with the mute?" He pondered as I gave no verbal reply, Steve now looking deeply concerned for me too.

I sighed through my nose, pulling back the collar of the jacket to reveal the long, vermillion scar across my neck.

"You should go see the others, they'll be happy to know you're back." Tony said with a pitiful smile.

...

A million warm embraces later, tears shared and hearty laughs exchanged, I was just about ready to fall asleep and never wake up. I was about to excuse myself when someone tapped my shoulder. I turned to see Steve, a stoic expression on his face.

"Can we talk?" He asked, nodding his head towards the door. I nodded, following him out into the hallway. I laid my shoulder against the wall, observing Steve's constant pacing.

So what's up?

I quickly jotted down, handing the small electronic device Tony had retrieved for me to Steve, raising a brow. He stopped, looking me in the eye. He swallowed thickly, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"I can't tell you how sorry I am, I let him do that to you. It's my fault. I don't even know how to live with myself, I should've come looking for you, or-" I cut him off with a tap on the shoulder as I handed him the pad.

Cap, it's fine. I'm fine.

I stressed, writing in italics. The man read it with furrowed brows. cleared my throat before continuing.

I just don't know how long I can keep pretending to be happy, I just want to die.

I finally confessed, vision blurred and screen obscured with tears. A tear rolled down my cheek.

I don't know how to go on, every tome I close my eyes all I see him, what he did

My gaze averted from his as he read.

"Hey, hey. You're strong, you can do this. Let's go get you cleaned up." Steve suggested, looking at my through his lashes and placing a careful hand on my shoulder, which I flinched away from. I gulped.

Steve, there's a reason he let me go

I wrote down, finally meeting his gaze. His eyes were full of questions he didn't dare ask.

He let me go to send a message. He said that if we interfere with him again what happened to me will be child's play compared to what will happen.

His face dropped.

If a few days of torture is child's play, what does he have planned?

I asked, sobbing now.

"Lily, you were gone for three weeks." Steve added quietly, making me look up from where I'd been starting at the floor to meet his eyes. My eyes widened. Steve grimaced, nodding solemnly.

"Go have a shower, I'll grab you some fresh clothes and a towel. We'll talk more when you're feeling warmer and cleaner." He suggested again, and was met with a nod from me this time.

We reached my room, Steve holding the door opening for me and me giving a tiny smile that said 'thanks' as I walked in. I headed straight for the bathroom, taking my time in peeling the ripped tank top from my body and throwing the muddied shorts on the floor with them. Just then, the door opened, Steve walking in with a towel and some cloths folded on top. His eyes widened and he instantly apologised.

"Sorry, lily, I thought you'd be in the shower by now." But before he could walk out his eyes finally locked on me. His eyes raked over me, his eyes surveying my wrists, which were rubbed red-raw from chains and ropes; my neck, which was red and violently bruised; my bruised upper arms; my waist that was covered with finger-shaped bruises; my thighs, that were also bruised and finally my back that starred at him in the mirror. It was a mess of diagonal cuts, which were not longer bleeding but were still a blood red colour. I looked down at my feet nervously, feeling weird under his gaze.

"He did this to you?" Steve asked, tears in his eyes. I nodded, slowly looking back up at him. Before he could say anything else I cupped his face in my hands, smashing my lips to his in a kiss that conveyed everything I could never say out loud. After a moment, his hands reached for my face, returning the kiss. Our lips welded together, his tongue poking at my lower lip, begging for entrance that I granted. His tongue rolled over mine in languid stroked, soothing. I pulled back first, turning and pulling the shower curtain open. I climbed in, turning on the water and getting lost in the warmth and steam that swallowed me.

...

I walked out the bathroom, clad in one of Steve's T-shirt he grabbed for me, some shorts and fresh underwear. He must've noticed that I liked stealing Tony's shirts and given me one of his instead. Rubbing my hair dry with a towel, I dumped it on a near-by chair when my hair was only damp. Steve instantly stood from where he was sat on the edge of my bed when he saw me, looking at me with an unreadable expression.

I began writing, but before I could finish his lips were on mine and the little device was dropped to the floor. It was less desperate that the last time, more passionate and slow. It expressed everything we needed to say, and that was enough. My arms hooked around his neck, my fingers playing with the hairs at the base of his neck, whilst one of his tangled in my hair, the other resting on my cheek.

"You talk too much." He mumbled against my lips and we both let out a breath meant to be a laugh. "Too soon?" He asked before leaning in for another, our lips locking together. He pulled back and looked in my eyes, his hand running through my dampened hair.

He cleared his throat, stepping back from me, his gaze flitting from the door before landing back on me.

"I should go." He spoke, heading for the door. As he placed his hand on the door knob he froze at when I tapped on his broad back.

Don't.

The little device said. He had a hopeful look in his eyes.

Go. Don't go. Please.

I wrote , looking at him with pleading eyes. He nodded, walking back over to me.

I don't think I can be alone tonight.

I stated before climbing into my bed and patting the spot next to me. Steve hesitantly climes in beside me, laying behind me and draping his arm over my waist, pulling me into his firm chest. His body heat radiated over me and sleep soon took over as I sunk into him, his hand playing with my hair.

...

"Lil? Lily? Lily!" I shot up, panting hard and sweat covering my forehead. I slowly look to the side where Tony sat, a concerned look filling his eyes. My gaze looked at the door, where Steve stood, looking over me with what looked like fear, before going back to Tony. "Hey, kiddo, what happed?" He asked, stoking my hair. I swallowed thickly, breathing calmed down.

"You were restless, moving about in your sleep." Steve clarifies from the door, not wearing what he was before. He must've left after I fell asleep. I motioned for Tony to pass me the device which sat on the bedside table and he handed to to me.

I was back there. He was

I couldn't finish writing, the device falling from my shaking hand onto the duvet as I bit back tears, sinking into the embrace Tony held me in.

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the-young-and-forgotten · 3 years

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Gingerbread and Mistletoe

Ficmas Gingerbread House - @wonderful-writer

Warning/s: tw food mention, tw swearing

prompts:

4) “Will you make a gingerbread house with me?”

25) “You’re already under the mistletoe, so will the two of you stop stalling and kiss already?”

Prompts will be in bold

It was a couple of weeks into the Christmas break. Your friends had all gone home for the holidays. You had nothing to do but look out at the raging blizzard happening outside now that you were stuck like a schmuck at Hogwarts. You had absolutely no one to hangout with. Or so you thought.

Of course, Sirius had to be annoying you every second of the day, not that you minded all that much. The two of you had known each other before you had moved to Hogwarts and he had taken it upon himself to annoy you with every step within this castle.

You had met him a couple of years ago while he was on vacation in America. He and his family had been visiting your state and you might have run him over in the street with your bike. After rushing him to a doctor, you also might have developed a slight crush on him (I mean who wouldn’t crash their bike after seeing him?). You were only too happy to bump into him again the next day to hear that he wanted to “hang out with the girl brave enough to make his proud family introduce themselves to a muggle doctor.” He introduced himself as Prince Sirius Black, succumbed to a life of misery and riches. You had discovered that while you went to Ilvermorny, he went to the highly praised school of Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Then, about 3 months ago due to some issues, you and your family were driven out of America to England. It took much persuasion, but your parents finally let you enrol in Hogwarts. Which brought you to the present.

You were glad to see Sirius again… sort of… You had a fair idea of how annoying he could be but his constant presence and prying questions was driving you insane. You had wondered how his friends coped with it. But after a day of observing, you included they were all equally insane as him. Well, the exception being the scarred boy. He just looked like an exhausted mother on her last cup of coffee.

Unfortunately, the school transfer did bring back that old crush you were sure you had got rid of. Obviously you hadn’t quite squashed those feelings enough. The only one in this school who knew about your crush on Sirius was James and you had sworn him to secrecy. He knew if he told anyone or did anything to push it along, he’d be instantly dead.

But, no matter how insane Sirius seemed you could deal with it. After all, this wasn’t the first time. But one thing you couldn’t handle was the throngs of girls that nipped at his heels and hung onto his every word. You knew he was good-looking, but did he deserve his own cult? The girls aggravated you so much, making you wish violent thoughts on them and causing a pang of jealousy in your heart.

A few days with those fangirls was okay, but when you found out this happened everyday, you could now understand Remus’ constant look of aggravation and the quiet sighs from Peter and James when this happened.

But today was worse than usual, due to the quidditch game he’d won a couple of days ago, girls were swarming him. You snuck away to the library, before the jealousy caused you to act rashly. You hid amongst the Divination books, hoping he and his herd of girls wouldn’t find you.

But to no avail. “What a boring section to hide in, love.” A cocky voice called out. Sirius walked out between two stacks of books a wide smirk on his face. “But then again, you and I had never seen eye to eye on everything.” He picked up a book with an eye on it and tapped it, his smirk somehow stretching wider.

You cross your arms in mock anger but you couldn’t help smirking at his pun and seeing that he didn’t have any desperate girls tagging along. “That pun was lame and you know it. Plus, no one likes Divination so I figured this would be the best place to hide.” He plonked himself down on the boxes beside you. His smile stretched even farther, irritating you slightly.

“Pretty obvious spot though. People would expect you to hide here. If I were to hide, I would go to the Transfiguration section, it's a painfully obvious spot, but no one expects it. So you failed.” “It didn’t fail if it means there were no brain-dead bimbos following you here.” You snap at him. “Ahhh, so you wanted to be alone with me.” He leant in close, making your face light up like a lava lamp.

You turn away and stand up, trying to distract yourself. “C’mon, Y/n. Is it that hard to believe I just want to do something fun with my friend! We have a lot of options! Afterall, it's Christmas time!! We could go sledding, sneak out to Hogsmeade or we could-” His eyes light up. “Will you make a gingerbread house with me?” you turn to stare at him in disbelief and scoff. “A gingerbread house?!” He nods his head comically “Sirius, you haven’t even touched any baking ingredients, how will you know what to do?”

He picks himself off the boxes and grabs your arm. He pulls you out of the library and towards the kitchens. “It’s called an adventure Y/n, search up the definition.” “I’ve done enough crazy shit with you to know what an adventure is.” You grumble under your breath.

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The two of you stood at a counter in the kitchen, the decorations and gingerbread house pieces spread out around you. “Right… so what's next?” Sirius asks, the confusion prominent in his voice. You pull all the pieces towards you and start filling him in on what's happening “Luckily, the house elves were nice enough to get us the muggle pieces which are already pre-made, so we just have to decorate it.”

Hearing no response, you turn towards him, question on your lips. You stop short and stare at him. He was leaning on the counter and staring off into space. Doing nothing but continuously eating the bowl of lollies in front of him. You slap his hand away, startling him. “Those are for the house! Not you!” He lowered his head looking awfully sheepish. You relented. “Okay, maybe a few.” You wink at him and pop a few into your mouth.

“Right!” Clapping your hands together you turn back to the gingerbread house pieces. “Let's get into it!!”

Long story short, It was messy work. The sides fell down about a dozen times,causing a lot of anger. The two of you alternating between eating the lollies and putting them on the house. Luckily for the two of you, the house elves had endless amounts of sweets so you never ran out.

Adding the icing with Sirius was extremely aggravating for you. He couldn’t seem to get the hang of the piper and was putting it everywhere. But he kept on persisting that he could do it. After he had covered practically the entire bench with the icing you snatched it off him. “Oh, just give it here you incompetent pureblood.” It took a bit of time, but you finally finished decorating and icing the whole thing.

When it was finished, you were positively bursting at how great the gingerbread house had turned out. Reaching over you, Sirius picked up the tray and started out of the kitchens. Turning back, he smiled at you. “Lets go share this with the boys, I know they’ll want a bite.”

“Wait up!” You run after him, trying to grab the tray from him, but he just pushed ahead faster and faster. “Slow down!” you shout desperately trying to catch him, weaving between random students. “Why do you have to be so goddamn fast?” You said, with a slight whiny tone. But he just laughed and ran on.

When you guys finally arrived at the Gryffindor Tower, you were panting for breath. Several people had been pushed over along your run. You had certainly made your presence known in the hallways. Taking a deep breath, you walk up to Sirius who was standing a little way away. “Can I hold the house now?” You whine. He rolls his eyes at your tone of voice but hands it over to you.

He turns towards the Fat Lady and gives the password. As it swings open, he holds it open long enough for you to walk through. You stumble on the threshold but Sirius catches you before you or the house falls. You blush furiously as he helps you right yourself. The two of you look away from each other, the air now extremely awkward.

You hear an ‘ahem’ from the corner of the common room and look up to see the rest of the arauders there. Peter had a sly grin on his face, Remus was giggling and James looked extremely aggravated. You knew straight away that knew where you had been. James stared you down before throwing his hands up in exasperation. “You’re already under the mistletoe, so will the two of you stop stalling and kiss already?” Gaping in shock, you look up and see he’s right. You hear Sirius groan and bury his face in his hands as you glare back at James. ‘You’re dead’ you mouth. He just smirks and points to the mistletoe. “Get on it” he shouts.

You reluctantly look back at Sirius. Much like you, he was a blushing mess. You had never seen him look this hesitant about anything. He seemed to weigh something in his mind before leaning toward you.

Due to the huge gingerbread house in your arms he had to awkwardly lean over it, which made the situation 100% more weird. Hesitantly, he placed his lips on yours.

The kiss was sweet and short but it might as well have lasted a lifetime. He gasps in shock, and you knew he had felt the same thing as you had. The two of you pull away giggling, blushing more than before.

You hear the shouts of joy from the boys and you remember James’ betrayal. “Wait here, Sirius. I need to kill your best friend.” You transport the gingerbread house to Sirius’ arms and run towards James, the boy's laughter echoing in your ears.

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guessimjoiningthespidermanfandom · 3 years

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Blessing in Disguise

Peter Parker x bisexual!reader

Peter Parker x fem!reader

Peter Parker x black!reader

Peter Parker x villain!reader

Warnings: Hospitals, Explosions, depictions of pain, allusions to mania and depression, self harm/unhealthy coping mechanisms, mentions of death and the dead, gambling, potential underage drinking, theft, guns, gun violence, depictions of bullet wounds, and drunk people.

Word Count: 3.4k

Songs: All the kids are depressed- Jeremy Zucker, Everywhere- Chloe x Halle, Middle Child- J. Cole, She Knows- J. Cole, Breezeblocks- alt-J, Pussycat Doll-Flo Milli, It’s Been So Long- The Living Tombstone, Take me to Church- Hozier, Good Kid- Kendrick Lamar, Death of a Bachelor- Panic! At the Disco, Them Changes- Thundercat, Detention- Melanie Martinez, Recess- Melanie Martinez, Something for your M.I.N.D- Superorganism

A/N: I actually hate this chapter because I feel like the writing doesn’t flow. I feel like it’s to jampacked with things that don’t do anything to push the story forward. Anyway I hope you still read it anyways.

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I did the hand sign stating I’d stand. I knew I won for sure this time because I had a perfect hand of 21. The two other people playing against groaned as I was declared the winner yet again.

Swiping the chips for the 3rd time since I’d been at the casino. I decided to take my wins and make my way to the bar that our “target” was residing.

I had a hunch on where Carmen was but had no actual idea. I’d just text her. In the meantime I had this grown ass man to make a move on.

I was like 97% sure I had the right guy anyway. I looked much older than usual tonight due to Carmen being a makeup goddess and I gotta say flirting can get you a long way.

“Hey,” I spoke, sitting on the bar stool next to the man.

He looked up at me mumbling a quick hey.

“You expecting someone?”

“Nope,” He popped the ‘p’ “What about you?”

“Same as you,”

“Now I don’t believe someone as beautiful as you is here alone,” He moved his arm that much closer to mine. I pushed out a smile and giggled.

“I could say the same about you,” We made eye contact for a second “But no seriously, I’m just here with a girlfriend. It was my birthday yesterday but she wasn’t free so we came out today,” I lied.

“How old did you turn?”

“Twenty Two,” He nodded seemingly content with the answer.

“So you’re not around here are you?”

“Either you’re a genius or I’m just very bad at blending in, no I’m from New York,”

“Ah, I have some friends in New York, which part?”

“Harlem actually but I recently moved to Queens,” I lied again.

“Oh I don’t many from those cities,”

“If we're being honest I don’t know many people from Queens either my life’s been more hectic ever since I moved,”

“I hear you,” He informed me, leaning on the small backing the stools had.

We talked for about 15 more minutes, him explaining the switch between New York to Nevada. Then Carmen walked up to me and feigned drunkenness signaling she was done with her job. I made my way back. To the man who’s name I still hadn’t learned.

“As much fun as I was having talking to you, my friend is way too drunk to be out in public so we should probably head back to the hotel.” I sat back on the barstool turning my legs towards the man batting my eyes

“Could I possibly use your phone to call an Uber mine is dead?”

“Yeah of course you can…” His sentence fizzed off at the end in place of where my name would be.

“Ciara,” I filled in “And you are?”

“Jim” He started handing me the phone.

I used his phone for an entirely different reason than I’d claimed. The project Carmen had been working on was melting the wires together to fix the flash drive that works inside of phones. It hadn’t worked in years.

It took about a minute to duplicate the phone's data. I stuck the flash drive in my bra before going to give the phone back.

Just as I started moving a loud argument broke out, by the drunk accents I could tell it would soon get violent. Seeing as I had many experiences with an aggressive drunk. I wasn’t going to take my chances and began turning towards the main exit.

I heard the first shot echo followed by another. Soon everyone was shooting. Including Carmen who I think just wanted an excuse to shoot at people passing it off as “protecting her friends”.

She was closer to the exit than I was so she slid me the gun and I was able to ward off anyone shooting in our general direction. Not for long though. A bullet lightly grazed my dominant arm’s shoulder; it still dug in enough to do some sweet damage.

Fuck

What’s up with me? I haven’t been on my A game lately.

We were also out of bullets. Mostly because we weren’t actually expecting to have to fucking shoot at people. I ducked back down behind the bar trying not to get caught on the broken glassware.

“I think it would be a good time to do that thing?” I asked.

She rolled her eyes

“You know I hate doing it,”

“Well I’m literally bleeding out,” I dramatized pointing to my shoulder. “So if you want to get out of here not in body bags, do the thing,”

“Alright, just this one time,” She begrudgingly made her way out from behind the bar and away from me.

I covered my ears and closed my eyes as the glass around me rained down and the bar shook. I could slightly hear the cries from beneath my hands. Once she moved back over to me

“See that wasn’t so bad, birdy,” I scrambled up to my feet ignoring the pull in my shoulder.

I made my rounds grabbing Jim’s phone, cash, wallets, watches, and anything else that looked expensive from pockets and the ground.

I stood awkwardly staring at my feet as I slid from side to side with my butt planted on my skateboard.

“Hi,” I heard squinting my eyes looking up revealing a equally nervous looking Peter

“Hey,” I nodded at him.

The conversation wasn’t as awkward as I thought it’d be he’d apparently asked Liz to prom and he said yes. Which I was definitely super happy about because why wouldn’t I be?

Anyway who cares about that anyway. Props to Peter for not bringing up the whole ghosting everyone thing for like a week thing. Because if he didn’t bring it up I was going to act like it never happened.

We talked about everything and anything. From favorite candies or colors to our beliefs about life after death. I’d found out his favorite candy were skittles, favorite color: red and that he was Jewish but not necessarily religious and didn’t believe in heaven or hell but he believed in the eternity of a soul.

I’d told him that my favorite candy was F/C, my favorite color being pink and that I didn’t know what I believed in. I believed in a higher power but not that they were inherently good because of all the suffering on earth. I’d told him if they weren’t good and had abandoned us while alive. Why would they care or have any plan for us into the afterlife? I think that part is up to us, and what we believe. I’m trying not to think about death.

Then like clockwork he had to leave before 9 which is funny because it’s like he wasn’t even trying to hide his secret identity. He’d told me he lost the internship and normally his excuse to leave was the internship.

I just guess that means he no longer has Stark’s backup. He only had it for a while anyway he’d be fine without it again. Actually when I think about it, from his behavior he’d exhibited as Spiderman in the short few months I’d had the displeasure of knowing him as ‘Thorn’ he’d be weak. He was unconfident, relied on his tools far too much. Couldn’t see himself without the suit. So maybe he was really just going home. So he’d be fine.

I’d also be fine. No matter how much it didn’t look like it at the moment. I’d be fine. I was always fine. I was fine without my mom, without Rose, without my dad, without Olivia and any one else I’d ever been stupid enough to get attached to. I’d bounce back. I always did.

It’d taken Carmen much convincing to not sit around and babysit me 24/7 because of my shoulder. She was sure that I’d do something dumb and it would get infected.

I was sitting on MJ’s bed getting ready for homecoming. My neck jerked again as Bri attempted to detangle and braid my hair.

If I hadn’t spiraled into the Vulture, Kingpin and SHIELD, rabbit hole I probably would have taken better care of myself and my hair.

“Stop moving,” She tsked.

“Stop trying to rip my head off my neck,” I hissed back.

Bri did my nails back when we were still at her house waiting for MJ to pick us up. She actually did pretty good. I think she would do great at a cosmetology school. She's pretty much into everything: hair, nails, makeup the whole nine yards. She did all of that for me.

The make up was very simple, but I was still able to get my signature winged eyeliner. Winged eyeliner is something very dear to me mostly because Rose was the first to put me on it and I wore it everyday since. It kinda felt disrespectful to stop at this point.

The only thing left was the dress MJ had gifted me. Her mom bought her a dress but she still refused to wear dresses so she returned it for this one, she opted for a very nice pantsuit she already had. Then Bri's outfit of course matched her boyfriend’s.

I’ve never really liked school dances they’re always so overhyped, but I go to them all anyways, because then I get in on all the drama. It helped me build up my arsenal of knowledge about everyone.

I was sitting at one of the round tables near the entrance with MJ, Bri, and Olivia. We had a bottle of “Gatorade” open and out for anybody who wanted to drink it. I was about to drink from it when I saw Liz enter alone.

I made my way over to her.

“Where’s Peter? I thought he asked you?”

“I don’t even know he just ditched me,” She let out a deep breath.

“Aw I’m sorry,” I wrapped my good arm around her shoulder.

“Well don’t think about that asshole, you’re way out of his league anyway,” I assured her to which she let out a weak laugh.

“Come sit with me and my friends,”

A girl with knockers dancing all along her head came up to before speaking

“Why are you crying?”

I sniffed pulling my head from my arms.

“I miss my mom,”

“I miss my mom sometimes but I like my grandma too,”

“Where’s your mom?” I asked.

“I don’t know my grandma says she’s sick,” She shrugged. “Where’s your mom?”

“Well my grandma says she’s in a better place now but I know that just means dead,”

“Yeah my dad is dead too so I know what you mean, I’m Rose. What’s your name?”

“Y/N,”

“Y/N, that's a pretty name,” She smiled. “You wanna come sit with me and my friends Y/N?”

“Y/N!”

I jumped a bit at the voice before matching it to MJ

“What?” I asked in a harsher tone then necessary.

“Jeez sorry,” She reeled back “Someone is asking for you named Carmen. They said it’s important,” She waved her phone around.

My face dropped and I hoped no one caught it.

I grabbed the phone exiting the auditorium.

“Okay what’s up?”

“You know Liz’s dad whatever her name is but yeah, He’s gonna rob that plane that’s moving everything from the Avengers tower,” She rushed

“What!?”

Holy shit

That must be where Peter’s went. So he figured it out too. Kid’s smarter than I give him credit for.

“I’ll send you the location on your phone,”

“Why didn’t you just call me from there?”

“Because you never answer it,”

“True,”

“Y/N?” She whispered.

“Yeah?”

“Be careful,”

“Always,” I smiled.

I rushed out of the building not thinking about how I could get caught. Near the buses there was the new Shocker lying unconscious.

I took the webshooter I found next to him. Then made a run for it. Stopping to hot wire the nearest car, I sped to one of the locations that I knew Vulture’s team kept their weapons at. I was throwing everything in the same pile. Getting ready to destroy them.

Then the door creaked open.

I felt the bed dip as my brother sat next to me.

“Are you coming?”

I pulled the cover off my face

“Why should I?”

“Because you’ll regret it if you don’t,”

“No I won’t leave me alone,” I pulled the cover back over my head.

“You gotta eat something,”

“No I don’t leave me alone,”

“Y/N…”

I knew what he was going to say and I didn’t wanna hear it.

“She would want you to eat something,”

“Fuck you! How would you ever know what she would've wanted? No one here knew her and now one will ever get the chance to again so just leave me alone,”

“Y/N-“

“Don’t Y/N me, get the fuck out of my room,” He sat there for a second, stunned “NOW!”

As soon as the door closed and I flipped back over

I was shaken back into the present only to find that I was pinned under the man who’d entered the room before I zoned out. He reached for the nearest weapon. I wasn’t sure exactly what it was. Which is rare. I have a whole weapons catalog in my brain. Unfortunately for him he couldn’t grab it without giving me leeway to get from underneath them.

Unfortunately for me I put too much pressure on my arm in the seconds I took to grip my shoulder recuperating myself. The man had fired the weapon he had at the pile of weapons that I stumbled back towards.

The weapons then emitted purple light before exploding leaving me caught under some wood and concrete as the ringing in my ears only got louder and louder.

The fire around me crackled loudly and I bit my lip.

The smoke was only getting more plentiful.

I started coughing which only got more and more painful.

When I came to myself, I wasn’t choking anymore and the fire around me had died down. I was able to push myself from underneath the rubble holding me down. Not without lots of pain though.

The dress I was wearing was torn completely, holes big enough to see what I was wearing underneath it already.

So I just took it off.

It wasn’t like I was completely naked I was wearing boxers. Not like I haven’t left the house in a bra and shorts before. Also who gives a fuck I just almost died.

It was like 35° but I wasn’t cold in the slightest. I was actually kind of hot.

If my phone was accurate the plane had already made it near the edge of Queens and Staten Island. Rushing there I was seconds late as I saw the plane crash after I saw two figures fighting along it.

There was fire everywhere but I wasn’t thinking. I was just running because I couldn’t make out Peter’s shape and if he was dead-

I swear to fucking God if he was dead. Not again. I couldn’t handle another death.

Peter was saying something. No, pleading as the Vulture stood tall with his wings still intact. He was talking about how it was a nice try and he doesn’t know what he’s messing with.

Peter might not but I knew what this was. I also knew I wasn’t letting him get away with it.

The wings started producing visible waves of heat. Then it hit me, what Peter was trying to say. The wings were gonna blow. I got a head start and lunged towards the man. The element of surprise was on my side. That was until he used the wings to lift himself off the ground.

Now I was fine with parkour and other activities, but being lifted off the ground by someone else, someone who’d never interacted with me ever, is where I draw the line. Then Peter was shooting a web at the wings. To which Vulture dropped me to go after him.

Oh hell no.

“Give it up Peter,” He continued to get closer and closer as the webs were continuously cut through.

You know how people say they see in red when they get angry? Well the opposite of that happens to me I just see black. Remembering very little to nothing.

Last thing I remembered was fire just fire. From my fingertips, arms, head. It destroyed the wings in seconds, before they had a chance to blow up on their own.

Peter webbed up the man before moving out of my sight.

How the fuck do you get fire coming from your body.

Literally what the actual fuck.

I couldn’t breathe.

That’s what it was, I was dying, I was probably in some coma and this was a weird hallucination my brain pushed out in its final moments.

Okay this is it. I was dying suffocating in some coma.

Or even worse this wasn’t a coma and I was going to die with my body lit on fire literally.

“Oh my God,” I gasped trying to get air into my lungs.

I closed my eyes and when I opened them Peter was in front of me in a torn up ripoff suit.

“Y/N,” He moved trying to catch my eye.

“Y/N, Y/N breathe…”

I couldn’t really process his words. My mind was clouded with fear, fear and anger.

Before I knew it I was hitting my head so I wouldn’t hit anyone or anything else. It’d been a coping mechanism I used ever since I was 3.

Peter reached for my arms reeling back after his hands came into contact with my boiling skin.

“Y/N you have to calm down,” He moved in front of me.

I stopped moving my hands but it was still difficult to breathe.

The monitors beeped all around me and if I closed my eyes and concentrated hard enough. I could convince myself they were birds.

I could tell from the patter of the knock on the door that it was Rose.

“Come in!” I called out.

She picked up the clipboard examining it. As she did every time she visited. Luckily for everyone there was no nurse she could bombard with questions and criticism.

“How are you feeling?” She asked.

“Itchy, like my guts are on fire,”

To which she replied by singing the chorus to Girl on Fire.

“Anyway,” she brought us back after our laughter. “I got you pizza today since I’m sure you’re tired of McDonald’s,”

“I don’t mind McDonald’s actually, anything is better than hospital food. Well actually, their chicken strips aren’t that bad,”

She placed the box down on my lap. I lifted up the lid and was hit with the smell of the many herbs. I pat by my legs signaling she could sit down. She wiggled into the spot that the bar of the bed allowed.

“What are we watching today?”

“Uh…” I clicked on the TV “Vampire Diaries?,”

“That show is still going?

“Yeah, I don’t think it’ll ever end,”

Somehow the show turned into us dancing around the cramped hospital room.

We spun like the ballerinas in the broken jewelry box I got from my mom. Arms flailing around. The air conditioner made a rattling noise and a half eaten pizza on the bed. The situation was probably extremely weird or unpleasant from any other perspective, but because it was her it was perfect.

It was like the moment in rom coms where the camera zooms into the main characters dancing as the rest of the characters are put out of focus and they stare into each other’s eyes. I closed my eyes.

When I opened them I saw Peter’s eyes above mine.

His hands were immediately on my face making my look straight at him.

“Are you okay?” He breathed out.

I sat up feeling a pounding in my head and a pull in my lungs. I was met with the fact that I was definitely not on the ground. I was actually very far from the ground on some ride on the pier. My mouth was dry so it took me a minute to get the words out and when I did it hurt my throat.

“Yeah ’m okay jus’ tired,”

“Okay, well don’t go back to sleep because I think you have a concussion,”

“You’re acting like I died or something, how long was I out dang,” I joked I always hated when things got too serious.

“Uh probably...30 minutes? I don’t know I don’t have a watch,” He sniffed and that's when I realized he’d be crying.

“Were you crying? I knew you cared about me,” I smiled “It was only a matter of time before you fell in love with me, I’m irresistible”

He laughed weakly wiping his eyes “This isn’t funny,”

I looked up at him and started uncontrollably giggling. Soon Peter was laughing too.

The moment was interrupted by a squad of police cars pulling up. I absolutely did not want to get down but my tired muscles betrayed me. I was extremely exhausted. I literally could not move. I just had to go wherever Peter decided to take me. I honestly think I might have a few broken ribs. Nothing I haven’t dealt with before though. We stood off to the side watching as Vulture was stuffed into the back of one of the cars.

“So Spiderman?” I smirked.

“Uh.. no?” He said as if he’s questioning himself.

“It’s okay, I won’t tell anyone I’ve known for a while now,” I twisted my body to face him hissing as a sharp sting shot through my body “You're not very good at hiding it,”

“Hey!” He cried out “But seriously you can’t tell anyone,”

“I already said I wouldn’t, but if it makes you feel better I’ll pinky promise you, and everyone knows you can’t break a pinky promise,”

“Alright,” He sighed.

I tried to move closer again and was stopped by the pain in my sides.

“Okay well, the offer still stands, you’re just gonna have to come over here,”

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Scared Spider - One Shot

Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Summary: Peter gets scared

Warnings: anxiety, fluff

Word count: 2,151

A/N: this seems to be the longest I’ve written! Please leave feedback.

Growing up with Tony Stark as your father meant that you were well known. Despite every effort from your father to keep you out of the public eye and the media he couldn’t keep you away from it forever. You often found it funny some of the story lines that they would come up with for you. Countless times Tony had offered to sue them for deformation of character, always being protective of his kid.

Being (y/n) Stark also meant that you grew up in the Avengers compound. Knowing all of the avengers personally was great, but it had its downsides. Such being, everyone wanted to be your friend, not because of who you are, but because of who you know and live with. This was one of the majoring factors as to why you switched from public schooling to home schooling.

You figured that between all of the avengers you would have all the bases of a basic education covered and then some. Bruce taught you science, Wanda taught you how to cook, Clint taught you archery as part of gym, Sam Bucky and Steve trained you as part of gym class, Nat taught you Russian, and your father of course taught you engineering and robotics. Steve tended to teach you history, Bucky would sometimes help but had to miss some due to his PTSD.

All this changed when Peter Parker came to live at the compound. Due to his arrival the team decided that you could join him at his school Midtown High. Following this decision you refused to talk to the team for a month, choosing to spend your time in your room. You knew this sounded childish but you had a good thing going and then some boy rocks up and changes everything. You despised him.

Making your hatred for Spiderboy known as you called him you had been benched from all missions. It was deemed that until your hatred for him could be forgotten you couldn’t be trusted to keep not only yourself but the team safe. This fuelled your anger. Having to wait in the compound alone was the worst. It was when the darkest parts of your mind came to life.

The team didn’t know this happened when they all left for a mission together, not even your father, for he had his own demons. His lay with alcohol and anxiety. He knew genetically you were more disposed to have anxiety, but he thought he knew you, thought never in a million years would his smart mouthed kid be like him.

Somewhere along the lines you had tricked FRIDAY to play random loops of you doing ‘normal’ activities around the compound when left alone just in case someone decided to check the tapes. This would stop you getting into trouble for bringing countless dates back. That way you weren’t alone. Some of the guys you brought back were only interested in meeting Captain America, the others about getting you into bed, the girls on the other hand wanted to check that you were okay, there would be the occasional one that would use you to sniff around the other men of the compound.

This hurt you more than you could put into words being used because of your name, you didn’t choose to be a Stark, but here you were. You wanted to be known for you excellence not for your name, or rather your fathers. This is where your anxiety stemmed from, fear of not being enough to be remembered. Your darkest fears of being forgotten. Peter brought these fears back to life shortly after he moved in as your father chose to spend more time in the lab with him than he chose to spend with you.

So here you were locked in your room alone and crying. You didn’t need to be locked in your room as you were the only one in the compound but you found solace in your room. The rain pelting onto the large window overlooking the vast space of green, mirroring your emotions.

Thoughts often ran through your mind about telling the avengers or namely your father but you didn’t want to seem like a burden, and you certainly didn’t want to show any weakness. They were already careful around you, not letting you do certain things that could possibly harm you.

This included not going on the annual summer mission. This year you had to sit it out. It was like a summer holiday for the whole family. Instead Peter was taking your place. He would be the one fighting alongside your dad, not you. You were not bitter, you were sad.

When you joined Midtown High you made the request to have separate classes to Peter. The only class you shared was homeroom, even in this class you sat in the seat furthest from him, choosing to ignore him. You isolated yourself from everyone at school, this led to you having no friends. This didn’t bother you, choosing to spend your time focusing on the engineering projects and the equations that you wanted to show your dad.

Tony tried to make time for you, you were his kid after all. When you showed him the projects it made him so proud to know you were following in his footsteps, but it also scared him. He didn’t want you to make the same mistakes as him. So to deter you from this he would always find some fault in the project, whether that be in the mechanics or the equations.

When everyone was at the compound you chose to spend time with Bruce in the lab, he would help you with your homework and he would keep you company. Both of you enjoying the company of someone else but not having to worry about making a conversation. He seemed to understand you in a way that others didn’t.

Tonight was no different than any other when the compound was empty. It has been a week since the annual summer mission began and you had had no contact from your dad. You knew not to worry knowing that he would contact you when he could.

The weather had been blistering hot so during the night it had been thundering. Or was so loud today that it could be heard throughout the compound. The thunder did not scare you as you had grown to be accustomed to it.

Wandering the halls the thunder echoes. Stretches of walls coated in white paint. Aimlessly walking until you hear the whimpers come from Spiderboy’s room. Staying stood outside you chose to listen. Every time the thunder sounds the whimpers get louder. You thought he was away on the mission with the others.

Starting to step away you feel guilty. Hoping that if it were the other way round he would help you. You know exactly what it is like to go through something like this alone. Nobody should be alone, not like that.

Squashing down how you feel sloppy Peter you knock on his door, not wanting to barge your way into his room and scare him. After waiting for five minutes you open the door. “Peter... Peter...” you look around his room in search of him until your eyes land on his shaking body hidden by a blanket.

“Oh Pete.” Your heart seems to break at the sight. He may not be your favourite person but he is still apart of your family. You couldn’t quite tell whether it the thunder that was scaring him or whether his senses were dialled to 11. This being said you approached him carefully, you didn’t want to spook the poor boy.

“Hey, Pete. It’s just me. I need you to calm down, I need you to breath. Can you do that for me?” He slowly started to sit up as he heard your voice. Once he was fully sat up with the blanket still wrapped around him he nodded his head.

Guiding him through this breathing it started to return to normal. He was still shaking but it was not as violent as before, it was still enough for you to feel it from where you were sat on his bed. “There’s my Spiderboy.” Smiling towards him you were happy his breathing was back to normal.

“T, t, thanks. C, c, can you hold me, please?” His gaze shifted from your face to the floor in embarrassment. Moving closer towards him you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. His arms made to move to wrap around your waist as his head dropped to your chest.

“Why aren’t you on the mission hm?” You run a hand through his curls, brushing them out of his eyes. You better worried about him, you had never seen him in this state before, he was always goofing around with a smile on his face.

He visibly gulped at the question, his face burning bright red, “I may or may not have hacked FRIDAY. I noticed the loop in the tape and saw that you um, were always sad and alone when we all went away. I got worried about you.”

Tears were forming in your eyes, the boy you pushed away, the boy you ignored, the person you wished to be cared about you. He had been watching out for you. He spent time in the lab with Tony as that was where you spend most of your time before he came.

“Petey” your arms tightening around him. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to push you away, you must think I’m a terrible person. I’m truly sorry.”

The thunder decided to interrupt the moment you were having with your Spiderboy. He jumped in your hold, hiding his face in your neck. You run your hands through his hair hoping it would calm him down. Your plan worked, he slowly removed his face from your neck.

“Stay the night with me?” Peters voice was small, his eyes full of hope. You couldn’t deny the boy in front of you. The boy who needed you. Nodding your head you climbed off the top of the bed to get into it. Always keeping some form of physical contact with Peter.

Both of you fell asleep within minutes holding each other close, afraid that of you let him go he wouldn’t be there when you woke up.

Over the next week you and Peter had gotten closer, getting to know each other. He could sense your unease the longer you didn’t hear from the team. Since the night you spent in his room you hadn’t left.

When walking through the compound you found yourself holding Peter’s hand, hugging him when you saw him and kissing his cheeks when he was being cute, which lets face it, was quite often. He would kiss your forehead when holding you, sometimes kissing your neck when he was stood behind you.

At the current moment you were both sat on opposite ends of the couch facing each other, a movie on in the background as you both threw popcorn into each other’s mouths. The popcorn around you both was slowly growing.

Suddenly the elevators open in the common room and out step the avengers all covered in dirt and blood. On first appearance it looks like Nat has been shot and Sam has a large cut along his abdomen. Without thinking you run towards your dad whose already waiting for you with open arms.

You clutch to your father like he is your life support, everyone else surrounding you in a group hug. You instantly recognise Peter’s hand resting on your lower back. Once everyone starts to pull away you gravitate to Peter, your hand seeking his.

The team are quick to notice the change in the atmosphere surround you and Peter, their faces all turning to smirks. “So when did this happen?” Tony asks, his index finger flicking between you two. He smirked, not unhappy about it.

“About a week after you left.” You noticed the rest of the team had left, leaving just you, your father and Peter.

“Good, as long as you are happy. The team have been making bets. You couldn’t let me win kid, if you’d of both done this about a month ago I’d of won.” You couldn’t believe your ears. They had all been making bets on you.

With your fathers blessing you kissed your Spiderboy, taking him by surprise. When you started to pull away Peter shocked you by grabbing your hips and pulling you toward him.

“Don’t do that in front of me! Do you want to give an old man a heart attack!” Tony shouted at the both of you as he walked away to go and get cleaned up.

“And that kids is how me and your father got together.” You smiled at yours and Peters children giving Peter a peck on the lips, telling them the story of how one scared spider and Tony Starks’ daughter ended up together.

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hellzyeahwebwielingessays · 4 years

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The Not-So-Amazing Mary Jane Part 4: The Death of Mysterio

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Last time we began our look at the life of Mysterio. In this post we’ll continue our retrospective, starting with the 1990s.

The 1990s: Helping Harry

We come now to an event that chronologically would’ve happened in the 1990s but was retroactively established in 2009.

During Brand New Day (ASM #581 specifically) we learned via retcon that Mysterio was responsible for faking the death of Mary Jane’s close friend, Harry Osborn. He did this on behalf of his Harry’s, father Norman.

I won’t recount the entire Harry Osborn Saga for you, but suffice it to say that Harry’s descent into madness was incredibly stressful for Mary Jane and Peter.

In spite of what Harry had become the couple were grief-stricken by his death.

MJ in particular was so affected by his death she requested Peter take a temporary break from hero work.

That same day Carnage began a killing spree alongside several other highly violent super villains. MJ’s grief over Harry coupled with the anxiety that Peter might meet a similar fate contributed to straining her and her marriage further, albeit briefly.

At the time Peter and MJ were living in an apartment owned by the Osborns. Following the Carnage crisis, Harry’s widow Liz Allan evicted the Parkers as a direct result of Harry’s death. Obviously this added to the Parkers’ distress.

In general Harry’s death left short and long-term wounds for MJ and people she loved and Mysterio was directly implicated in that. As he had done with Aunt May he had caused entirely unnecessary pain and grief out of pure selfishness, even if he was merely a ‘hired gun’ to that effect.

We never see MJ learn this information but given how one of her friends seemingly came back from the dead it’s something she’d obviously want to know about and since she is so close to Peter and Harry it’s extremely unlikely they wouldn’t have told her.

I will admit that this example is a contentious one as it doesn’t really make sense for a loooooooot of reasons and the story doesn’t 100% confirm that Harry (and by extension Peter and anyone either of them might tell) knows Mysterio was responsible.

So it could be argued that as far as Harry knows an unknown ‘someone’ covered his tracks (presumably his father) but he’s in the dark regarding Beck’s involvement.

However it is food for thought, yet another thing that would realistically cause MJ to hold Mysterio in lowly regard.

Duel with the Devil

Lets move away from Beck’s encounters with Spidey and towards those he had with Man Without Fear, Daredevil.

The first of these occurred in Daredevil #358, set shortly after the Onslaught crossover. In the wake of Onslaught’s attack and the presumed deaths of the Avengers and F4 Beck set up a fraudulent insurance scheme to con people out of their money. That isn’t too relevant beyond it once again proving what an exploitative dickbag Mysterio is. More importantly though, it sets up his next encounter with DD.

I am of course referring to the ‘Guardian Devil’ story arc that ran through Daredevil volume 2 #1-8.

This arc is the absolute nadir of Mysterio’s ‘bad behaviour’.

Developing terminal illnesses and with just a year to live, Beck sought to go out with a bang. Initially he intended to make Spider-Man the centre of his plan but due to confusion (arising from Ben Reilly’s tenure as Spidey) he targeted Daredevil instead. Learning personal details about Daredevil’s life (including his secret identity) Beck built a plan designed to attack Matt Murdock’s sanity (evoking his scheme in ASM #24). In particular his plan hinged upon Murdock’s Catholic beliefs.

A key component of his plan was the abduction, drugging, artificial insemination and gas lighting of a Catholic teenager named Gwyneth.

Although her faith led Gwyneth to believe her pregnancy was divine in origin, she was understandably emotionally distraught after discovering herself pregnant and her pregnancy caused major strife with her parents. To ensure Gwyneth’s parents wouldn’t get the chance to investigate the matter, Beck hired some thugs to murder them. Witnessing her mother being beheaded over the body of her father Gwyneth fled with her baby, terrified as the thugs pursued her.

Out of desperation she was temporarily forced to sleep on the streets with her baby. It was at this point that Beck used his illusionary skills to trick her into seeing a ‘divine vision’ that led her to Matt Murdock. Passing her baby onto Matt she fled again hoping to lay low. However Mysterio’s men found and promptly murdered her. Her body was buried somewhere it wouldn’t be found.

Just to bottom line things so far, Mysterio knowingly:

Abducted

Drugged

Sexually assaulted

Orphaned

Traumatised

Hunted

Distressed

Manipulated

And murdered

A TEENAGED GIRL!

Just saying…

Anyway, there was more to Beck’s scheme than just Gwyneth.

He also murdered an innocent old man and for his fortune and impersonated him to enact the next part of his plan. This entailed slipping Murdock drugs that made him susceptible to Beck’s cover story. According to this story Gwyneth’s baby was in fact the literal anti-Christ and misfortune would befall Matt the longer he was around the child.

To help make his story more convincing Beck began targeting Matt’s loved ones.

He hired a drug-addicted actress named Lydia Mckenzie to seduce Matt’s best friend Foggy Nelson, who was already in a relationship. On Beck’s orders she also slipped Foggy a drug that caused him to perceive her as a demon and believe that he had pushed her out a window. In reality Beck ensured she died of an overdose, shoved her out the window himself and over all framed Foggy for murder.*

He also posed as a doctor and (I am dead serious right now) tricked Matt’s girlfriend Karen Page into believing she had AIDs. Remember this story was from the late 1990s so this was a BIG deal.

As a result of these machinations and the drug Beck slipped him, Daredevil genuinely tried to murder Gwyneth’s baby.

Mysterio later hired DD’s long-time nemesis (and known psychopathic assassin) Bullseye to abduct Lydia’s baby. He cared little about the inevitable collateral damage Bullseye caused in pursuit of his target. And by ‘collateral damage’ I mean the serious injuries to several people (including Matt’s mother, the nun Sister Margaret) and the murder of 11 people. Karen was among the casualties, traumatically dying in Matt’s arms.

Matt was so distraught over Karen’s death that he briefly contemplated suicide.

Angry and determined, Daredevil zeroed in on Beck’s hideout where Beck had a gauntlet prepared for him. One of the obstacles Murdock faced was an illusion of Karen stuck in Hell. Undoubtedly this was the single most spiteful and hurtful of the things Matt endured in Beck’s gauntlet.

When Daredevil and Mysterio finally come face to face, Beck revealed Gwyneth’s baby trapped in a soundproof chamber where the air was rapidly running out.

So…Mysterio is a-okay with seriously endangering and potentially murdering a baby.

…Again…Just saying…

Mysterio finally revealed his master plan to Daredevil, intending to push a broken Murdock into murdering him.

When DD refused Mysterio opted to emulate Kraven the Hunter and blow his own brains out; a fact that became public knowledge.**

Now sure, we the audience might be aware of all these awful things Beck did in ‘Guardian Devil’; but how much does MJ know about them?

The potential answer is all of it.

The definite answer is more than enough of it.

Towards the start of Daredevil v2 #8 Peter is shown watching a news report about Mysterio’s death. The report acknowledges Mysterio committed suicide and that the bodies of his criminal crew had been found. It also refers to ‘a related story’, that of Foggy Nelson being freed from prison after being framed for Lydia’s death. This implies the news were aware Mysterio was implicated in Lydia’s death.

During this scene MJ is not only within earshot of most of the report, but she even consoles Peter that Mysterio was (in her own words) ‘a lunatic’. She acknowledges he was responsible for the deaths of ‘all those people’. She continues by saying Beck doesn’t deserve Peter’s ‘pity’ and that he should ‘not mourn for Mysterio’. She concludes by telling him to mourn someone ‘who deserves it’ instead.

Then they go to Karen Page’s funeral, which they were clearly preparing for during the news report.

Their attendance of the funeral and the scene leading into it heavily implies that Peter and MJ were aware that Mysterio’s was implicated in Karen’s murder.***

Later in the issue Spider-Man talks to Daredevil in order to fill in the blanks.

We do not know for sure if Spider-Man relayed any of this information to Mary Jane, but it’d be highly likely.

He typically confides in her and uses his conversations with her to process things. MJ herself often asks him to share if she sees something I bothering him.

In this case Peter would especially want to inform MJ of what happened and MJ would especially want to know.

This is because the incident entails one of Peter’s foes essentially manipulating and killing the lover of a fellow street level hero. In fact the only reason Daredevil was targeted at all was because Beck didn’t realise Peter was still around as the original Spider-Man. In other words Peter and MJ could very well have been in Matt and Karen’s shoes.

For the sake of future reference and general safety it’s totally unbelievable that Peter would not have told MJ about this at some point. After all, forewarned is forearmed and MJ has found herself targeted by people with powers of deception like Mysterio in the past, e.g. Venom and the Chameleon.****

I admit there is no hard proof that MJ knows all the details about Mysterio’s actions, but it’s rather unlikely that she wouldn’t if Peter did; it’s just common sense. Therefore we don’t need to see such a scene any more than we need to see the characters going to the bathroom or paying their taxes. It’s just such basic common sense we can presume it happened.

Even if you don’t think so, at the bear minimum Mary Jane definitely knows Mysterio is guilty of murder, accessory to murder (of someone in a similar relationship to herself), gas lighting and mental abuse. The result was that she personally regarded him as mentally unhinged and unworthy f sympathy.

If you only bear in mind ONE of the stories we’ve looked at so far, remember this one. In particular because the story is explicitly referenced in Amazing Mary Jane #1.

The 2000s: Rebirth of Berkhart

As far as those in charge of Marvel were concerned, Beck was genuinely dead and that was the status quo throughout the 2000s.

Nevertheless there are two very noteworthy events from MJ’s point of view that should be taken into account.

The first occurred in ASM v2 #7-8. In this story ‘Mysterio’ abducts the Parker family along with some of their friends and plugs them into a virtual reality machine because the Matrix was really popular back then. His intention was to deduce Spider-Man’s true identity by monitoring their interactions in the virtual world.

This virtual world happened to be shaped by the subconscious of Flash Thompson, meaning everyone was contorted to fit into his wish fulfilment fantasy. This included MJ’s friend Jill Stacy becoming a seemingly resurrected Gwen Stacy, MJ herself being gaga over Flash and wanting to marry him (the climax actually occurs at their wedding) and MJ’s husband being wheelchair bound.

Realistically the fantasy world (along with the realization they’d been abducted) would’ve obviously been upsetting for Mary Jane. Indeed it would’ve been upsetting for everyone else too (including fragile old Aunt May) even if it didn’t leave long-term scars. With no equivocation, this upset was directly ‘Mysterio’s’ fault.

I say Mysterio, but in actuality (and due to retcons) it was Beck’s ‘apprentice’ Danny Berkhart. However, Mary Jane couldn’t have known that (even the writers didn’t!), so from her point of view it would’ve seemed likely that Beck was responsible and merely faked his death once more during the ‘Guardian Devil’ arc.

Later during the ‘Mysterio Manifesto’ mini-series Spidey and Daredevil discovered the truth behind Berkhart’s scheme. This is tangentially important to bear in mind because of what we are going to look at next, namely Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man #12.

The specifics of this story aren’t all that relevant. All you need to know is that following Spidey publically unmasking Midtown High (where he worked as a science teacher) was besieged by three Mysterios. One was a new villain named Francis Klum, who had a vendetta against Spider-Man. Another was Berkhart who took issue with Klum’s claim to the Mysterio mantle. And the third was Beck himself, literally sent back from Hell.

After deducing an illusion of MJ as a fake Peter calls the genuine article to confirm her safety. During their conversation it’s revealed that MJ believes Mysterio to be dead.

First of all, this scene establishes that MJ was definitely aware Mysterio had targeted her husband (again!) and potentially endangered school children in the process.

Second of all, from her point of view it’d seem likely that Beck would be behind this. I grant you that's a point that can be debated. However in her conversation with Peter he seems to imply to her that it is the original Mysterio.

Finally (and most importantly) MJ’s dialogue reveals that previously believed Beck was dead. Between ‘Guardian Devil’ and ‘Beck’s’ presence in ASM v2 #7-8 Mary Jane would have no reason to believe Beck hadn’t simply faked his death again. That is unless Peter told her otherwise.

Remember, Peter learned the truth in the ‘Mysterio Manifesto’ when MJ was believed dead, which occurred after ASM v2 #8. This means that Peter must have informed her of this discovery after she was revealed as alive.

This is a point less about how bad of a person Beck is and more about proving that Peter keeps MJ abreast of noteworthy events in regards to his villains. Thus it is absolutely illogical to presume MJ wouldn’t similarly be in the know about most events Peter experiences pertaining to his villains; or at least the really noteworthy ones.

Let’s leave it there for now. Next time we will finish our coverage as we enter the 2010s.

*‘Fun’ fact. In addition to her close friend/ex-boyfriend Harry Osborn struggling with a drug addiction (which indirectly led to Gwen’s death) another of MJ’s friends was well acquainted with drugs.

Her name was Lorraine and she helped MJ learn the ropes when she was first getting into modelling. Unfortunately after overdosing in the Parker residence, MJ learned Lorraine had a major cocaine problem. MJ was so upset by this she asked Peter to sort out Lorraine’s dealer, only to be distraught when Lorraine simply went to someone worse and very nearly died as a result.

Lorraine survived and MJ was determined to help her through her problem.

Oh and MJ herself struggled for a little while to kick cigarettes.

All of which is to say Mary Jane is definitely going to take major issue with someone exploiting someone else’s drug addiction for their own ends. Which is exactly what Beck did with Lydia McKenzie.

Not to mention Lydia was someone in the exact same profession as Mary Jane, which might incline further ire from MJ.

**Remember this is not the first time Mysterio has been publically declared dead. It first occurred in ASM #141, which I discussed in the last instalment.

***Not to mention how it’d be common sense to ask how someone so young died if you are going to their funeral.

****And as food for thought she has literally armed herself with guns in the past. As such the idea she wouldn’t make a point of getting practical information for the sake of safety is highly unbelievable, even if she didn’t live in a city where super villains are commonplace.

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pinned down | | day sixteen

“if we met, at midnight,

in the hanging tree. ”

welcome to day sixteen of the thirty-one days of horror! i’ve decided i’m going to include a quote from a song that you can listen to while reading for more of a spooky effect. the quote you read above is by jennifer lawrence and is entitled the hanging tree.

which, brings me right into the sixteenth prompt: pinned down. following reader and lily rabe, best known for her work in american horror story and fractured.

triggers: honestly this is adorable

“hide and seek!” exclaimed a very excited evan, his hands in the air, pointing finger guns at you, “you said i could pick.”

today was the first friday of the month (also the one you were thankfully given a break for from filming the new season of american horror story), which meant that everyone hanged out to spend some time together.

and, well, we’ve established that you’re not the sharpest tool in the shed.

you enlisted this month to have evan have full control over what you did. it was slightly disappointing that you couldn’t find one person to choose the planning, thus excluding him again, but alas, it was finally the dreadful day.

and his decision?

surprisingly, not as bad as you thought.

you were filming coven, so, of course, he made the executive decision to take advantage of the large house you all seemed to spend way too much time inside. and, namely, play a game of hide and seek.

“really?” you asked, “how old ‘re you? like. . . nine?”

“ten,” he snarked back. “ten and a half on weekdays.”

“i’m excited,” sarah commented, pulling some of her hair behind her ear. you rolled your eyes dramatically.

“of course you are. why did i even think for a moment you wouldn’t be?” you asked. evan chuckled, but put a finger to his lips anyway.

“okay, shush now, everyone,” he demanded, now walking around the��“dinner table” you all were sitting at. “we’re gonna have two teams. the cool team, with me, and the mediocre team with taissa.”

“hey!” squealed an offended taissa, who was narrowing her eyes. “from what i remember, you died in the first episode.”

gasps squeaked out of people’s throats as they covered their mouths. “she went there,” lily said, shocked, “sucks to suck. she got you there.”

evan, unable to place a real debate in the air, just stammered for a moment and then growled, “that’s it. your team just went from mediocre to bad.” he clapped his hands together. “alright, you guys ready? we’re gonna go down the table and you’re gonna choose a table. now, i know that you all wanna be teamed with me--.”

“i call taissa,” jamie said immediately.

“same,” gaburey added.

evan, discouraged, pursed his lips, his glance only being able to be described by sheer disappointment and betrayal. “you two. . . disgust me,” he criticized. “come on. y/n, lily, i know y’all are gonna pair with me.”

placing a hand under your chin, you fauxed thinking. however, when you looked back up and saw his serious face, you deflated, “fine,” you choked back laughter. “fine, fine, i’ll be on your team. lily?”

lily, your beautiful, amazing (amongst a lot of other adjectives) girlfriend, gave a smile and nodded. “sure, evan. sorry, taissa. another time.”

taissa shrugged. “if you wanna lose, whatever,” she joked.

at the end, sarah was along with you guys, while jamie, gaburey, taissa, and emma were with the loser team.

“rules are simple. taissa’s team counts first--.”

“what? why?” emma asked dramatically, sighing heavily as she crossed her arms.

“because i’m evan peters,” he replied, coaxing amusement from the rest of your team. “you’re gonna stand outside for a minute, and then you’re gonna set a timer on your phone. whoever tagssss all of the people in the least amount of time wins.” his grin never left his face, even when he clapped his hands together. “and even better? it’s going to be all in the dark.”

“so this is hide and seek tag? in the dark?” sarah cried in worry. “as in, we’re really not gonna turn on any lights?”

“is this why we’re sitting in the dark right now?” you asked, groaning.

“yup times four,” evan responded. “alright. no more dilly-dallying. you four losers outside right now!” he was jumping in excitement, pushing them out the door. he even shut it right in time for taissa to open her mouth to open a question. “as lily said earlier, sucks to suck. and we’re not gonna suck. got that, evan’s angels?”

“evan’s--.”

“it’s our team name,” he grinned. there was a moment of silence, of you guys standing there for a moment, before his eyes went wide. “fuck, we only have a minute!” he yelled, running off in the other direction.

you shook your head, giving lily a kiss on the cheek and then bolting. she, confused, grabbed your arm and yanked you back. “wait, y/n, where are you going? we’re separating?” she asked, surprised.

with a cheeky smile, you gently took her hand off of you and shrugged, walking backwards. “hey, we gotta win. and me? i’m a hide and seek master. gotta go lone wolf. love you, ba--” you were mid walk backward before you stumbled over the chair and were almost sent down to the floor.

lily cocked her eyebrow, and you flashed a grin. “that was part of the plan,” you promised, “’kay, bye!”

she yelled after you, followed with some laughter, but hey, this is your game, yo.

you ended up running up the stairs, into where zoe’s “room” in coven was. when you reached the top, however, you realized that evan was already there, looking around. “dude, i know i’m attractive but--,” he began, but you didn’t even want to hear the end of the sentence.

you continued down the hall, running into the bathroom and shutting the door just a crack, leaving it open.

they’d never suspect an open door, you promised to yourself in disapproval of your shitty hiding spot. in the midst of darkness, you were barely able to find the bathtub. luckily, given the fact it hasn’t been used, you were able to lay down in it without residue water sticking on you or gross, musky knowledge of someone standing before you haunting you.

you held your breath, resting your shoulders and keeping your eyes open (though you really couldn’t see anything, anyway).

it didn’t take long before you heard the loud, obnoxious voices of your friends enter the house and the door swinging open.

from the rooms below, you could narrowly make out some sentences that made you cough away laughter into your hand:

“waIT, WAIT I DIDN’T START THE TiMeR!!!11″

“$20 we’re gonna find sarah first.”

“nah, we’re gonna emma first.”

“i’m right here.”

“oh yeah. . . i forgot that you’re on our team.”

“gUYS SERIOUSLY I DIDN’T START THE TIMER STOP LOOKING!”

after a few moments, and a few more laugh tempting situations, they were on the move. you could hear them taunting you, trying to coax you guys from your hiding spots by offering even cash. but you knew that evan would surely kill you if you even thought about surrendering to them.

you instead stayed still, not moving, and not breathing whenever there was a creak or a giggle.

and then, that’s when it happened.

a gasp.

a squeal.

and running.

you could quickly identify the gasp belonging to taissa, who was screaming the entire time and quickly identifying the person she was chasing. “guys, GUYS, I FOUND HER!! GUYS--,” a smack against the stairs and a curse, “EVAN, WE REALLY HAD TO PLAY IN THE DARK?”

there were quick footsteps running around the hallway, and you internally prayed that she wouldn’t come into the bathroom and give away your hiding spot.

but, this unnamed girl, sounded like she was running right there.

“who the Hell did you find?” gabourey asked from the bottom of the stairs.

she wasn’t able to respond before your hearing when dull and you groaned, moaning in pain from the weight of someone quite literally jumping on top of you.

“lily!” you whisper shouted, more so wheezed, before a hand was over your mouth. that didn’t stop you from continuing, albeit muffled: “you fucking ding dong!”

“shhh, i’m sorry, babe,” she whispered through laughter, “but shhh.” she kept one hand on your mouth, her other hand on your shoulder, pinning you down. “we can’t get caught.”

“we most certainly can if i have a broken rib!” you once again complained, very muffled. after a second, you posed to stop and bitch faced her with your eyes despite her not being able to see it.

taissa and emma could be heard running up the stairs, and then bolting down the hallways. “come on, lily, we know you’re up here. expose yourself or we will not refrain from firearms!”

“little violent there, emma,” taissa argued, approaching dangerously close to your room. so close, in fact, you could hear her breathing.

lily dipped low, her head against your chest as she tried to keep quiet. you shut your eyes, awaiting the unwanted die to approach.

“i found her!” shouted emma, and you winced against her words. “wait. . . evan?”

evan let out a series of stringed laughter. “bahahha! you thought you would find evan’s angels before me? mistake, ms. roberts, mistake! my angels are prepared for such intimate, angering, intense moments--”

“evan is so nice, isn’t he, y/n?” lily asked, an inch from you, yet accidentally saying it as if you were across the room, causing everyone to stop talking and you to insult her with your eyes.

dammit, lily.

“well,” evan said with a laugh, “at least we still have sarah.”

“found sarah!” jamie called from downstairs.

#whumptober #no. 16 #lily rabe x reader #lily rabe #ahs x reader #american horror story #american horror story x reader #lily rabe imagines #lily rabe drabbles

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Braving The Cold

Happy wasn't there.

Okay. No big deal. He could walk home. It wasn't the first time, and it definitely wouldn't be the last. Except it was the middle of winter and he was not properly dressed to make the walk back home. He could always call Stephen, but he didn't want to bother him about something as trivial as a walk in the cold. The man had more important things to worry about.

So he set off towards the subway. That was only a five minute walk, and the ride itself would be another five but at least he would be out of the elements. From the subway to the tower would be ten minutes. Fifteen at most.

Peter jumps into the train just before the door closes and vigorously rubs his hands together and breathes on them. Shit. He was already shivering. He didn't think it was that cold outside.

The teen jumps out at his stop, zips his sweater all the way up, and throws his hood on after putting his earphones in. Hopefully the music would distract him from the cold. It did for a little while, until about halfway to the tower when he began to shiver so violently, it hurt. Just a little farther, he thought. Then he could curl up on the couch with a heavy blanket and maybe even Levi, and ask Dad to make him some hot chocolate.

Oh good. He wasn't shivering anymore.

Some part of his brain screamed at him saying no, this was very bad. That he needed to find help. Well...the tower was in view so he would have help soon enough.

Peter stumbles inside and toward the private elevator, makes a few attempts to press the button for the family floor, and then tilts his head back against the wall when the correct button lights up. His vision swam now that he was standing still, and he had to lift one if his arms up just to be sure he was still wearing clothes because he was so cold. As soon as the elevator doors open, he staggers out and slowly makes his way to the kitchen where he finds Tony sitting at the table with coffee and a Starkpad. His father looks up upon his arrival and the smile he had quickly turns into one of horror when Peter decided to get friendly with the floor.

"Peter!" Tony scrambles out of his seat and drops to his knees, and Peter nuzzles his face into the engineer's hand when he touches it. "You're ice cold! FRIDAY, tell Stephen to get here right the fuck now!"

Peter wasn't really aware of what happened after that, but he did feel himself being carried at one point, and then he was against something warm and it was heaven. He used whatever strength he had left to press himself against the heat as he felt himself being cocooned. His senses gradually came back after what seemed like forever and the first thing he smelt was tea leaves and incense. He knew that scent belonged to somebody but he couldn't quite put his finger on it yet. The first thing he heard was yelling and it sounded both angry and worried and that upset him so he returned his focus to the smell.

Tea leaves and incense. Tea leaves and incense...

Stephen.

Peter slowly opens his eyes to find himself pressed against the sorcerer's bare chest and his nose buried in his collarbone. Okay. He solved that mystery, but it wasn't Stephen who was yelling. In fact, the man was silent as he rubbed soothing circles onto the teen's bare back where Levi was gently resting. So the cloak was the cocoon.

That only left the obvious answer that Tony must be the one yelling. It took a couple more seconds of focus for his sense of hearing to come back and Peter cringes at the sudden onslaught of noise.

"There was no text Happy! I checked his phone! Next time you sit outside the gates if you can't wait in your usual spot! I never want to see my kid take a nose dive to the floor like that again!" Tony mumbles incoherently when, Peter assumes, he hangs up the phone. "How's he doing Mama Bear?"

"He's coming back. He could probably handle something warm to drink now."

"Hot chocolate for the baby. I'll be right back."

Even if Peter could speak, he wouldn't try to deny being called a baby. He probably looked like one curled up against Stephen, and it felt too nice for him to care. Although when he did manage to croak out some semblance of a word it was, "Mum." How British of him.

Stephen's chest vibrates with his chuckles. "Feeling better Spiderling?"

"Hnn." Because really, that's how he felt and that's all he could muster.

A collection of relieved sighs reaches Peter's ears and he attempts to lift his impossibly heavy head to see who else was them. The sorcerer pushes his head back down to his collarbone and Peter miraculously doesn't fight him. The warm swathe Stephen had him trapped in was too nice anyway.

"I wouldn't do that."

Peter would recognize that Russian lilt anywhere. Natasha was talking to someone. Someone who apparently didn't take her warning seriously because Stephen's magic crackles around them before pushing away whoever got too close. That someone curses when they hit the floor and others in the room laugh at their misfortune.

Rhodey was the next to speak. "That's not Mom Mode Barton. Strange is in full-on Mama Bear Mode. Only Tones is getting close."

Peter felt Stephen's grumble before he heard it. "Please stop talking about me like I'm not here."

"Man, I was just worried about the kid. You didn't need to throw me across the room!"

The Avengers ignore him and go back to their separate activities, and Peter soon feels himself being extracted from his cocoon to which he whines pathetically. He was comfortable!

"I know Underoos...but I brought hot chocolate. Drink this then you can snuggle with Mama Bear all you want."

Peter wasn't about to argue with that, so he accepts the mug of chocolate and slowly drinks the contents with Levi still wrapped around his shoulders. He ignores the concerned glances from their teammates because he was beginning to suspect that he passed out in front of them, and that was embarrassing. Not including the cuddle fest he had with Stephen, but that was something they were used to seeing.

"What happened?" Peter asks quietly and vaguely registers the sorcerer putting his shirt back on.

Tony and Stephen look at each other and the billionaire sighs. "You shaved about ten years of my life."

"We think your spider DNA keeps you from thermoregulating." The sorcerer finally answers.

Tony snorts. "Yeah. So let's not have a repeat of today. If Happy isn't there, you call someone alright?"

Peter nods numbly. "Yeah. Okay."

He places his empty mug on the coffee table, his body pleasantly warm and fuzzy, and then practically falls back over onto Stephen and nuzzles his shoulder. Levi wiggles away and floats behind the couch as Tony replaces the cloak with a heavy blanket and then briefly moves the pair's feet to sit on the couch. He moves their feet back onto his lap, places his own on the coffee table, and then glances around at the full living room.

"Why do I bother giving you guys your own floors if you keep taking over mine?"

Steve smiles but doesn't look up from his notepad. "I'm just up here for that snuggle burrito over there."

"I'll pretend you're drawing fluffy kittens if you give me a copy of that."

"Deal."

Soft snores draw the attention of every single person in the room and Tony had to cover his mouth to hide the fond smile that broke to the surface. The snores not only came from Peter, but also from Stephen whose cheek was resting on top of the teen's head. Brown curls were all that anyone could see since the blanket was pulled up to Peter's nose and the rest of his face was hidden in the sorcerer's neck.

"Strange officially has his cub." Nat whispers affectionately.

Everyone, including Tony, chokes on their laughter.

#tony stark #peter parker #the avengers #mama bear stephen strange #ironstrange #ironstrange family #supremefamily

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The Big Trip

In an AU where Peter still has EDITH, but Tony is alive.

"Mr. Parker"

"Yes, EDITH?"

"Are you sure about this trip?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

He had never weighted the possibilities, never thought camping could go so... weirdly. But here he was, packing for a trip, grabbing everything he needed. It was almost christmas time. That's the first weird thing. Who goes camping during Christmas time. It was only the 19th, but still, they would be gone for four whole days, coming back a day before Christmas Eve.

"You don't know what will happen. The probability that something will happen is at its highest of 100%. Your Aunt May made a packing list, too. Would you like me to read it off?"

"One last time couldn't hurt." As EDITH started reading everything off, Peter replied with 'Check' and the occasional 'Wait, I need that?' After he had everything and went over the list one last time, he was sure he was ready for this trip.

The car ride to school was filled with 'I'll miss you's and 'Dont have too much fun's. Even if he didn't show it, he didn't like having to sleep so closely next to Flash. Who knew? One night he could wake up on the pond, or worse, in a tree!

As they arrived at school, the clock struck 5 A.M. The crack of dawn had struck and it was showing on everyone's faces. Mr. Harrington was bright eyed and bushy tailed, though. Worry had struck everyones faces when he said,"Now where did I put that map... I always lose that thing..."

The bus left at 6 A.M., but Mr. H wanted to give his normal, hour long," What are we not gonna do? Lose another kid!" And... well, he did. And the bus driver were deciding whether or not to leave without him.

As the students boarded the bus, the bus driver groaned about how they brought open food and such on the bus, yelling,"If you spill anything on this bus, I'll make my wrath worse than the chitauri's when they came to New York."

Flash, of course, decided it was a great opportunity to yell back,"Hey, why are you wearing aviators when it's not even sunny out?"

"Do you want me to come back there?" The old man turned and yelled in reply.

"Alright, kids, settle down. We've got a four hour ride ahead of us and we cant make our nice bus driver already not want to drive us!" Mr. H trembled.

Flash mumbled some thing under his breath, but was too busy looking at Peter's pants to continue, instead saying,"Hey Parker, nice Hello Kitty pants." Peter, of course, found this as a perfect opportunity, too.

"Well at least I'm not wearing a Gabba Gabba shirt." He had peered a few minutes ago through Flash's jacket to see the shirt. Now, he was trying his hardest to cover it up.

"You're gonna pay for that peter..." he mumbled again.

The next four hours were torture, but Ned and Peter survived. As they arrived at their campsite (more like open woods), Mr. Harrington put Peter, Ned, MJ, and Flash on Tent Duty.

While wearing the EDITH glasses, Peter had known exactly how much pressure he was applying to the poles, but didn't realise that as soon as he took the glasses off, he added too much pressure to the tent pole and...

*Snap*

"How did you mess that up Parker? You ought to be lucky. I brought a bunch of extra poles, in case Mr. Harrington broke a few more this year." Flash was right. Last year, Mr. H broke so many poles, it wasn't even funny... well... it WAS funny, but they promised not to laugh.

Peter, making the correct choice, put back on the glasses and let EDITH measure how much pressure he added to the poles once more, but as soon as he started sweating, he took them off once more and...

*Snap*

"Again? Really Parker?"

This happened about two more times before...

"PARKER! I SWEAR, IF YOU BREAK ONE MORE, ILL BREAK YOU" It didn't look like Flash was kidding, either.

This last one, it was perfect. Slid right into the other pole, no problem.

"Well, there's an hour's work." Ned exclaimed, looking at the huge tent that was displayed. Everyone got one per four people. Seeing as only 12 people, teacher included, came along, it didn't seem half bad. Even if Peter had to sleep in the same tent as Flash. MJ and the other 3 girls got a tent, a few stray boys got their tent, Mr. Harrington got his own tent, and Peter, Ned, and Flash got their's.

Mr. H came out of his poorly set up tent, exclaiming,"Bug spray, everyone! Wouldn't want anyone to scar from bites!" He looked slightly worried, but continued on," MJ, come on, let's get you sprayed" As everyone got their bug spray on, Peter stood quietly with Ned, waiting for their turn. Peter knew, in his mind, something bad was going to happen. Lucky, there was a long nearby in case he spontaneously combusted.

"Ned, come on over! No need to stand so far away, you too, Peter!" Mr. H called over to the pair. Ned strutted over while Peter was hesitant.

"OK Ned, you first." Mr. Harrington sprayed the bug spray onto Ned, some flying into Peter's face, making him cough. "Smells bad, I know. Well, dont worry, Pete, it's your turn!" Peter walked over, outstretched his arms and waited. Mr. Harrington shook the container violently as Peter sat there, T-Posing.

"Mr. Harrington?"

"Annnnd... got it! Let's go!" He started spraying the bottle. As soon as the spray hit Peter's arm, his skin turned bright red and hives began to form. "Wha-?" Mr. H started.

"OH MY GOD, HOW EXPIRED IS THAT?" Peter shrieked in pain,"MY GOD, THAT BURNS." He took a leap of faith into the pond, screaming.

After drying off and a call to Aunt May, Peter was all good to keep going. Even with hives on his body, he could still have fun.. even if... he wanted.. to itch... the hives... so... badly... But none the less! He must carry on!

"Well, after that disaster, we have now learned that Mr. Parker here is allergic to bug spray! Maybe we can try and enjoy our lunch. It is..." He looked at his watch,"12:27! We're going to have some walking tacos! Sounds great, right?" Everyone nodded in agreement, as they were starving.

Lunch and the afternoon flew by like a rocket aimed at a bus full of teens on a trip to see landmarks and soon it was time to sleep. Peter and Ned had noticed a small trail of spiders following them, but paid no mind. MJ and Flash however, nothing can get past them.

"What's that, dickwad?" Flash smacked Peter across the head as he pointed towards the spiders.

"Ow.. it's nothing, they probably just like the smell of the bug spray." Peter replied.

"Are you sure?" MJ chimed in.

"Pete said it's fine, so its fine. It's time to go into your tent and sleep. Okay?" Ned jumped in. Both muttered 'okay' and walked towards their tents in shame. As Peter and Ned walked back to their tents, the small army of spiders followed. Although Peter was Spiderman, he was deathly afraid of the things.

Night passed and Peter hadn't slept a bit, with the spiders climbing all over his face, resting like a cat right then and there, and waking up to jump from him, to Ned, to Flash, and then back. Plus he was frozen to the core every few minutes, he would grab a new sweatshirt and bundle up.

Ned woke up to see a tired Peter looking like a huge marshmallow, but a living ice cube.

Morning came and went almost the same as the day before, without the allergic reaction.

Mr. Harrington noticed a hot springs on the opposite side of their camping site and decided that everyone should go swimming! Splendid idea. After everyone got changed into their suit, Peter, although he had a perfect body, felt uncomfortable. As soon as he walked out of his tent, MJ wouldn't stop gasping and staring. They clambered into the springs, yelling for others to get out of the way. All the girls were interested in Petey Boy and all the guys were interested in the girls.

Except for Mr. Harrington, he tried, he really did, to keep his eyes off of Peter, but... who could resist such perfect abs?

The day then went on without a hitch and they all went to bed. But... Flash had other ideas.

He gathered up all of the boys, excluding Ned and Peter, and picked up Peter's blow up bed, sending it off on it's own journey into the pond.

Peter woke up to Ned yelling for Mr. Harrington, saying Peter is missing. At that moment, he was fully awake, and screaming. In fact, this scared him so much that he jumped off the mat and onto a tree.

Which was difficult to explain to Flash.

Who had seen the entire (not really, but he insists that he did) thing.

But, who cares! He's got an extra mattress and all ne needed to do was figure out a way down from this very high, very unstable tree.

The process of getting Peter down from that tree required 4 threats from Mr. H, many concerned students, 2 calls to the fire department (one making the call, the other canceling it) and a partridge in a pear tree.

Mr. Harrington was on his last straw with Peter. One last thing went wrong and they were ending the trip early.

But, the only thing that went wrong was on the last day after everything was packed up and on the bus.

"Okay, guys, since you all have no reason or proof that I can get me fired, I have decided to reward you all! Since we are only having lunch together and you'll be home for dinner, I have brought, drum roll please!" Silence,"Okay.. CANDY CANES!" Peter and Ned exchange 'The Look'.

"Okay, everyone, grab a max of 2!"

"I'll only have one Mr. Harrington, thanks though." Peter said.

"That's fine with me! How about you, Ned?"

"I'll take one, too."

"Great! Okay, guys, let's eat on the bus to save time!"

As everyone got onto the bus, they all started unwrapping their candy canes, except Peter.

He waited until about two hours into the trip to eat his candy cane.

Ned, sitting beside him, told him he should wait until he's home, so he can experiment. But, hey, go with the flow, man.

As Peter put the candy cane in his mouth, it started to burn, worse than the bug spray. He decided that the best option was to stay quiet and silently chew on the candy cane.

That was not the best option.

He started to cough, badly. Peter caught Ned's and Mr. Harrington's attention, who told the bus driver to stop and got up, helping Peter off the bus to spit out the peppermint cane and get water.

After that, everything else was fine.

They got to the school and Aunt May was standing with Tony Stark and a shiny car.

"So! How was your field trip?" Tony asked Peter and Ned as soon as the got into the car.

"It was so awesome!" Replied Peter

"Dude, you had two allergic reactions, had spiders up your arms the whole time, woke up one morning in a tree, broke a tent, and almost went into hibernation. It was not awesome." Ned sourly responded. In the background, you could hear Aunt May snickering.

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abrunettefangirlnerd · 5 years

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(Un)Broken

Pairing: Tony x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader

Plot: You and Steve were together before the Accords but he left you without a goodbye. Overtime your heart started to heal. Though are you ready to let someone else in?

Chapter: 7/9

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six

Much time has passed since your first kiss with Tony. Your relationship has grown tremendously. You both sleep in the same room now, you’re there for Tony during his panic attacks, Tony holds you at night when you wake up screaming from nightmares, and you both have told each other everything. Tony told you that he was always so mean to you because he knew that if you became his friend his feelings would intensify. He didn’t want to cause a problem between you and Steve, even though he wanted to be with you so badly it killed him every day.

Muffled shouts invade your dreamlike state confusing you. The world around you starts to slowly dissipate as the darkness behind your eye lids come into focus. Peace-full serenity is harshly taken away by a shaking body next to your own. Becoming fully alert, you flip on your opposite side and try to console Tony.

His eyes remain closed as he shouts for someone to stop. Placing your and at the top of his head your fingers gently graze through his short locks. You know waking him up immediately unless needed can cause adverse reactions from him. Tony made you promise not to wake him until he has calmed down a bit, he doesn’t want a repeat with what happened to Pepper Potts.

“Shhh…” You hush. “You’re okay. Everything is okay. I’m here.”

“NOO!” He thrashes away. “Me… me…”

“Not you, doesn’t have to be you.” You coo.

This goes on for a while until he calms down enough to be woken up. Tony tells you that he was remembering a time when he saw everyone on the team dead, including you. He says that was the moment he realized the extent of his feelings for you. He couldn’t believe how much his heart broke at the though of you gone forever.

Tears stream down his rosy cheeks as you hold his head against your chest. You don’t make him continue, you don’t need him to, and you assure him that everything is okay. Reminding him that you are okay seems to calm Tony down even more to the point he is no longer shaking.

“I love you,” you kiss the top of his head. “You’re okay.”

“(Y/N) can I ask you something?” Tony’s voice interrupts your memory.

You turn around from the stove to assess his demeanor. Last time he wanted to ask you something it had to do with something in his lab, and you had no clue what he was talking about no matter how many times he explained. Though taking a chance you nod your head with a smile, curious to see where this is going.

“First off,” he takes a deep breath. “Do you love me?”

“Of course I do.” Your heart rate increases with your nerves.

“I know I haven’t always been kind to you, and I don’t know where we would be today if it wasn’t for… other circumstances.” He comes loser and takes your hand in his. “But I do know that you are the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

Tony wraps his free arm around your waist and gently sways you back and forth on the tile. You can feel how fast his heart is racing and how sharp his breathing is. Feeling your own nerves intensify, your mind races trying to figure out what is going on.

“You put up with my distant sarcasm, my less than adequate baking skills, and the spider-ling that is here all… the… time. You are the most beautiful and brilliant woman I have ever had the pleasure to know. I love you greatly and will you,” he gets down on one knee, “please give me the extraordinary honor of being with the most amazing woman I have ever known forever, and marry me?”

Practically in tears, you nod your head almost violently. Never have you been this speechless. Usually you can see things like this coming, mostly because Peter has a difficult time keeping his mouth shut. Obviously he doesn’t know or otherwise you would have been prepared for this. Though not knowing makes this even better.

Tony engulfs you in a hug before placing a long passionate kiss on your lips. He lifts you up in the air and spins you around the kitchen as the room fills with laughter and excitement. You’re getting married. You’re getting married to Tony Stark. The man you love with your whole heart.

If only it was ever that simple…

The big day is finally here, the day you get to start the next chapter in your life with someone amazing. Tonight is the rehearsal dinner and Wanda came back with Vision to be your maid of honor. For anything pertaining to the wedding the conflict from the Accords is temporarily on hold. Tony wants you to have all the people you love around you, even though they don’t see eye-to-eye.

“Honey could you zip me up?” You shout from the closet. “I can’t reach.”

“Darling you forget,” his warm hands flood your exposed back. “I’m better at unzipping.”

Giving him an amused look in the mirror he smiles to himself as he complies and lifts the zipper to the top of the light peach colored dress. Wrapping his arms around you his lips gently dance against your exposed shoulder. Leaning into his hold you feel completely at ease. Getting things ready for this wedding has been stressful, though all weddings are, but Tony has been a big help in keeping your feet grounded.

The heels of your palms press against your temples in the hopes of squeezing out the biggest headache you have ever had. The wedding is only a month away and you are trying to finalize everything. Only problem is various aspects have had to change, a few times. Now it is hard to tell from your notes what it is exactly what you settled on for food, music, and if did go ahead and get the dress altered already.

Wanting to give up for the day, you feel two warm hands take ahold of your tense shoulders. Immediately they start to massage the knots you have formed over the last year. Honestly you never thought it was going to be this difficult. Now you see why people hire wedding designers, but you insist on doing it.

“If whatever it is causes you this much stress I say throw it out.” Tony’s soothing voice soaks in your ear.

“What if that includes my dress?” You grumble, “or food?”

Massaging you for a few moments longer, his hands find their way to yours. Lifting them he kisses each while you eagerly wait to hear his response. This wedding will be everywhere and the stress of the media is 85% of your headache.

“Honestly who needs a dress?” He shrugs, smiling. “We could have a naked wedding, save us money. Then we can get cheeseburgers from McDonalds as the food.”

“As tempting as that sounds,” you can’t help but laugh because you know he would so go through with this plan. “I don’t want to be naked on every magazine in the world that wants to cover your wedding.”

“OUR wedding.” He kisses your temple. “Me? I just need you there. Make the rest of it look the way you always dreamed of, as long as I am the one waiting at the altar. I love you but forget about the nosey paparazzi. Choose what you want.”

Tilting your head far back enough to see him, your eyes ask for a kiss and he quickly delivers. You whisper a thank you and kiss him once more before directing your attention to the mess in front of you. Doing what Tony suggested, you take out what you don’t want and change some to fit your dream wedding. Doing it the way you want, the wedding begins to look more simple than extravagant. You’ve never wanted a huge expensive wedding, you always thought it took away from the focus of the bride and groom. Everything else can be simple but you two with your fancy gown, his tux, and your love. You want people to remember the extravagant love you feel for each other, not how much money was spent on one night.

The ride to the banquet hall consists completely of soft kisses, champagne, and gentle whispers. Paparazzi surround the entrance and the flashing lights take turns blinding you. Pausing every few seconds to allow a picture you start to feel overwhelmed with their questions concerning your ex. Noticing your discomfort Tony places a reassuring kiss on your temple and with his gentle touch, leads you through the doors.

Stopping dead in your tracks Tony advances a few paces and turns to face you. Your face has lost all color and your breathing becomes shallow. Confusion and worry floods his eyes as he examines to see if physically you are alright. Placing his hand on your cheek, Tony asks you what is wrong.

“Behind you,” you manage to whisper.

As Tony turns to see, he comes into full focus. Right in front of you stands the man you once loved, the one that left you behind, your fiancé, well your ex-fiancé. Steve Rogers.

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sciencelings-writes · 5 years

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The Unpredictable Factor of a Broken Soul

ENDGAME SPOILERS AHEAD: aka, an alternate ending

At this point, Peter was kind of tired. Tired of the constant chaos that surrounded him from even before he opened his eyes. Tired of being part of the crowd. Tired of being the kid on the battlefield. But most of all, he was tired of losing. Losing people, losing battles, losing blood. He was tired of it.

Peter knew that something was going to go badly. He sensed it in the way Doctor Strange frantically told him to get up and he could feel it in his blood that something wasn’t quite right. It was like anxiety but worse and he couldn’t stay still. He could barely process Stranges words. Five years had passed, they need us, blah blah blah… It didn’t matter. He needed to find Mr. Stark. Mr. Stark would know what was going on.

But when he asked the wizard about his mentor, all he got was an unreadable look and an excuse before going through a portal and leaving him on Titan with the aliens. And he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was going to go wrong.

Before the final battle was like the calm before the storm. Time went so slowly. Peter only thought about the people that he didn’t have access to. May, Tony, Ned… MJ… He was too far away. He was in space and that in and of itself was almost too much to wrap his head around. He could hear his rapidly beating heart too clearly and not for the first time, he hated having enhanced senses.

He tried to walk it off. Hoping that his restlessness was only a side effect of coming back from a pile of dust. A few minutes of overthinking later, his enhanced hearing picked up the human looking alien guy yelling for him to come back and that Doctor Strange had opened up another portal.

Peter had never swung with so much purpose. He landed outside of the sparking portal and his metal mask retreated back. It’s not like he needed his secret identity here. He looked around for Tony, ignoring the damaged ground and the debris from the Avengers compound. He also ignored the gigantic alien army that stood like a mile away from them. He didn’t care. He had one goal, but the hint at the back of his mind that something was wrong kept pounding like a hyperactive headache.

Charging into battle was just as terrifying as it usually was, but Peter was swinging in the front lines like the dumbass he was. Not everyone had an indestructible iron suit as he did. Well, he noticed that Ms. Potts did so maybe the trend was growing. Everything was a blur. He was disassociating but his body reacted just as it needed to keep him alive. So far it was fine, he had yet to get more hurt than a few bruises.

His vision tunneled when he saw Mr. Stark. He webbed up the massive guy trying to kill his mentor and raced over to him. Tony looked older, at first, he had doubted the wizards whole timeskip back from the dead thing but his mentor's hair was several shades lighter with a handful of gray hairs covering his scalp.

Tony also looked at him with wistful disbelief but Peter was already talking. He didn’t know what he was talking about, he stumbled over his ramblings until Tony made a face and pulled him into a hug. Peter may not be an empath like the insect girl but he could feel Tonys shuttering breaths and the tightness of the hug only increasing and he realized just how much he meant to his mentor. He managed to stutter out a ‘This is nice.’ before Tony only proved Peters suspicions right by placing a platonic kiss a little below his temple.

Tony had never been an incredibly touchy person so this really meant something. It was more powerful than any words could express. Peter had lost people, he knew what it felt like. He only knew what it felt like getting them back through whatever this emotion osmosis with Tony was.

The hug lasted a long time, Peter knew that Tony needed it to, so he didn’t let go. Breaking the hug was hard but they had a battle raging around them. Reunions couldn’t last forever. He couldn’t hear about the years he had missed yet. Tony still looked at him like he couldn’t believe that he was there. He gently kept his hand on Peters back and seemed afraid that he was going to disappear into dust again.

“You good?” Tony asked.

“Yeah I’m fine, I just woke up from being dead so I think I’m as good as I can be from that.” He stumbled.

“Good enough to keep fighting? Because if not I want you as fucking far away from here as you can be,” Tony said with a hint of fear.

“I’m fine. I’m not letting you guys get all the glory.” Peter smiled a little.

“Don’t do anything stupid,” Tony said as his helmet unfolded onto his face and the battle resumed. They had to part again but Peter really hoped that it wouldn’t be the last time.

Peter couldn’t quite keep track of what was going on. At one point he got the infinity gauntlet and was surrounded by monster guys and he rode on a flying hammer and Pepper gave him a ride before he landed on a pegasus for a bit. His brain wasn’t quite keeping up with the ‘what the fuck’ factor of everything.

At one point, the giant ship in the sky showered the battlefield with blasts of energy that got way to close for comfort and ended up blasting him and the infinity gauntlet into a crater and he could taste his own blood as he curled up in a ball in the only attempt he could think of to keep himself safe. He stayed in the same rigid position even after the battleship exploded and the cause of it stood next to him in the form of a glowing space lesbian.

Considering that he could barely move, he handed off the most powerful weapon in the universe to her. He stumbled back into the debris as he was surrounded by a dozen female heroes. When they all left to escort the gauntlet, he felt his vision fading, only for a moment. He probably had a concussion. The one thing that had stayed constant was the eternal feeling of dread. As if this situation couldn’t get any worse.

It would. He knew that it would. Unless he did something about it. He shakily stood and with a new fear reinforced resolve, he headed towards a bad idea. But it was better than what he knew would happen. He didn’t know how he knew, his spider-sense was never specific but he knew that they wouldn’t be enough. They would never be enough. And he knew that Tony would do anything to protect the future. And anything covered more than Peter was going to sacrifice.

Peter knew what loss was. He had never stopped feeling it. He was not going to feel it fresh again any time soon. An uncharacteristic flaming anger kept this thought alive in his chest. He was in no shape to do what he was going to do, but he knew that if he didn’t, his eternal pre-disaster warning, would be for something out of his control.

He made his way to the mad titan as the inevitable occurred. Thanos had the gauntlet. But it wasn’t on his hand yet and Peter had only a moment to decide if he would go through with his impromptu death wish. He made the fuck it adjustment and decided to fuck it. He launched himself at the most powerful item in the universe and this time he wasn’t going to just hold onto it in hopes that someone more powerful would use it. It was now or never.

“What do you think you’re doing little bug? You think you are anything against me?” The titan almost sounded like he was pitying Peter as they played a failing game of tug-of-war.

“I don’t care what you are! I don’t care who you think you are or what your destiny is! Did you ever wonder why everyone thinks you’re the bad guy?” Peter managed to keep his grip on the gauntlet as Thanos made a face, to a point, not even caring about Peter’s plot. Thinking that he was going to win with a well-timed tug.

“You’re the bad guy because you’re literally the biggest asshole in the universe,” Peter growled and took his shot. He took one of the hands holding onto the oversized gauntlet and threw a hand inside of it. At that moment, Tony had tackled back into Thanos and gave Peter enough time to go past the point of no return.

The red gauntlet adjusted to his size and once it shrunk down, He felt it. The power of all the infinity stones arcing in colored energy up his arm in the most violent pain he had ever felt. Peter couldn’t scream because of his lungs seizing in his chest. The power was like dipping his hand in boiling electrified water and not being able to get it out. But it wasn’t all pain. It was power. He could feel the universe in the palm of his hand. He could feel his senses expanding and it was terrifying.

“Peter!” Tony yelled but it felt too far away. Peter could only look the stunned Titan in the eyes with a rage he had never felt in his life. A rage of innumerable souls screaming for revenge. A rage of Thanos’ victims holding him up, willing him to go through with it. To use the most devastating power in the universe.

“This,” Peter held up his gauntleted arm, “is for everyone you murdered. Including me.” Without any more hesitation, he snapped.

A flash of white and pain. He thought that putting on the gauntlet was painful, that was like getting a stubbed toe compared to using the stones. Every cell in his body felt like it was set on fire and dipped in acid while also being stabbed with a dull knife. For the first time in his life, he wished that he was dead. Anything to stop the pain. Anything to get it over with.

Then the pain was gone. The deed was done. Bad guys everywhere were turning into dust. But Peter couldn’t focus on it. He stumbled to the closest of the wreckage and fell onto the broken concrete. For the first time since he had awoken from his dusty sleep, he didn’t feel afraid. No looming terror, no anxiety scrambling at his soul. He was relieved. He didn’t notice the lack of feeling in his right arm, he didn’t notice his increasing delirium. He didn't notice that he could barely see anything besides cloudy blurs of color.

Something distinctly red and gold came closer to him. His fuzzy hearing could pick up desperate utterings of different versions of his name and the word kid. Eventually, his vision cleared enough to see Tony in front of him, looking pretty distressed. Peter could only respond to his father figures worry with a small smile.

“Pete, can you hear me… Please kid… You can’t leave me again, you have to stay awake for me-” For once, Tony stumbled on his words. In the distance, he could hear some type of distress call. Peter didn’t know why… he had fixed everything. No more bad guys. Everyone was safe…

“Kiddo, please- look at me-” Peter’s eyes slowly met the brown ones of his mentor and he managed to breathe out a response.

“We won…”

“Yeah, kid… we won…” Tony tried his hardest to avoid the sob building in his throat. He supported his kids head in his hand. “FRIDAY? How…”

‘We’re in critical condition sir, I already sent for emergency services.’ The AI responded instantly.

“Okay kid, you have to stay with me,” Tony ordered as Peters good arm weakly raised up and latched onto his father's arm.

“I’m not… going… anywhere…” Peter rasped as his vision darkened. Voices became muffled but Peter wasn’t worried. He did what he needed to do. He absentmindedly wondered if he would see Ben when he closed his eyes.

Ben wasn’t there. His parents weren’t there. Just a moment of rest before his heart started beating again.

Light filled his eyes and he wasn’t on a battlefield, he was alive. The loud heartrate monitor seemed pretty clear about that. Cold air filling his lungs was all he could focus on as someone came up to him and kept him steady.

“Peter? It’s okay, you’re safe, just breathe.” A familiar voice eased as he began to catch his breath. He was still panting but he could see in front of him. His chest filled with a hot chocolatey warmth when he recognized the face. It was May. It was the closest thing he had to a mother. He could feel the hot tears burn at his eyes.

“Hey… Hey…” Peter croaked. “What…”

“You’re alive that’s what.” May sobbed as she hugged his good side. Peter tried to hug back but only one arm responded. He looked over and saw why that was. He only had one arm. A wave of emotions crashed into him. He was nauseous, afraid, empty and lost all at the same time. He couldn’t help but shutter. Before he could properly freak out, he felt lightheaded and passed out in his mother's arms.

The next time he woke up, there was more than one person in the room. And a raccoon. There was a fucking raccoon with clothes on sitting on a bench. He winced as he adjusted himself and the raccoon fucking spoke.

“Hey look, lefties awake. Rise and shine you burnt little piece of bacon.” Peter raised an eyebrow as the group of people and whatever half-hulk was now turned to him. Tony spun around the fastest and he seemed moderately relieved when he saw Peter’s confused face.

“Good morning kiddo.”

“I’d ask if I was hallucinating the raccoon but I’m pretty sure there was plenty of weird shit earlier…”

“Tell me about it kid. Are you in any pain? Do you feel like you’ve done at least two different types of illegal drugs?”

“I have no idea what doing drugs is like but I don’t feel like I’m gonna fall if I stand up. What are you guys… doing…” Peter gestured to the blue-toned Wakandan hologram schematics that were at an angle where he couldn’t figure out what it was.

“Well, since you lived up to the whole Skywalker thing, we were planning on making you a new and improved limb. It turns out that our mammal friend has experience in alien prosthesis.” Tony sat on the edge of Peter’s medical bed. He didn’t know what to call it because it because he definitely wasn’t in a hospital.

“Damn straight.” The raccoon nodded. “You’re going to have the coolest effing arm in the universe kid.”

“I wouldn’t expect less from this group to be honest…” Peter smiled. He recognized the Wakandan princess that he had never met before dying. There was also the blue alien woman that looked like she was more machine than human so if anyone knew about the impact of being a cyborg, he was pretty sure she was the most qualified. There was even Captain Americas long-haired friend that had a pretty obvious metal arm was chilling out in the room. People with metal parts seemed like pretty good consultants for something like this.

“Uh, this can happen later or, somewhere else. I guess we have a little bit of catching up to do.” Tony held onto his hand that was still there and waited for everyone to file out of the room before lifting him into a smothering hug.

“If you scare me like that again-” Tony threatened.

“What? You’ll take away my suit? If I didn’t do it, you would have and I’m enhanced. I would’ve lost you and I can’t… I can’t do that again…” Peter’s voice grew quieter into a wet whisper.

“That must be the downside to being a hero type… Seriously though kid, you nearly killed me there. May and I have agreed that you’re grounded for a year. It would be hard to swing around without the physical therapy and replacement arm anyway.” Tony held his kid close to his chest.

“Yeah… I’m okay with taking a break…” Peter weakly chuckled as he buried his head in the safety of Tony’s embrace. He may not be pain-free or even close to healed and normal, but he was alive and with his family.

He didn’t regret a thing.

#irondad #iron dad #peter parker #spider-man #avengers: endgame #endgame #mcu #marvel #fic #fic rec #my fic

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hellzyeahthewebwieldingavenger · 4 years

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Spider-Man v3 2099 #23-25 Thoughts

Some mixed feelings.

There was a lot of stuff I liked, and a fair amount I was disappointed by.

There was some art and dialogue production issues, which I think might’ve occurred because the series was wrapping up and whoever was in charge didn’t catch as they were prepping for whatever the next project was.

But more significantly, I honestly felt that there were several unanswered questions:

· What was the big bad thing Miguel and Liz did that was talked about back in volume 2 #1?

· What actually caused the Maestro’s version of 2099 to happen?

· What caused that future to alter into the Sinister Six’s future?

· What was up with those purple Mohawk mutant people from volume 3 #1 who obviously had something to do with Tempest but it’s never explained

· How was Tempest’s mother involved with the Fist

· Shit there wasn’t any resolution for Tempest’s mother at all was there!

· What exactly did Tyler Stone plan to use Tempest for? Was he really just tempting her to take his treatment so she’d stab Miguel on sight?

· Why should Sonny Frisco be left in the present day? He’s from the future and has some future tech leftover from his Iron Man armour

· What happened to the Sinister Six 2099? Electro is presumably shut down for good but what happened to Venom, Vulture, Doc Ock and Sandwoman? Yeah presumably they’re all going to team up in 2019, but Sandwoman was nowhere to be found and IIRC she wasn’t dead. Moreover they were still around in 2019 under the employ of the Fist.

· How did Tyler Stone travel to the past?

· How did Tyler Stone join up with the Fist?

· How did Tyler Stone rise to what seemed like the leadership of the Fist

· What happened to Venture and Glorianna?

· What happened with Miguel’s fellow time traveller who created the new version of X-Factor? Was that really just very loose and light set up for Secret Wars 2099?

· The payoff for the Alchemax prison facility which was then turned into a terrorist internment facility was...just the place for the final showdown to occur? Really?

Why DID the cure for Tempest’s cancer turn her into an insect monster back in Vol. 2?

Also, not really an unanswered question but the emotional investment into Miguel and Tempest’s relationship is still rather hollow as I talked about back in issue #20. It just kind of feels significant because Tempest has been around since waaaaay back in the backup story from ASM volume 3 #1. Not to mention Miguel’s survival is definitely a dues ex machina.

The harsh truth is the more I think about the resolution of this the more I come to the sad realizing it at best left an awful lot to be desired.

Objectively it’s very problem riddled.

Now that being said...on a pure enjoyment level I did LIKE it.

I don’t think I ever expressed this before, but the reason I started calling posts like this ‘Thoughts’ rather than ‘Review(s)’ like I used to is because, whilst I firmly believe a story can be objectively evaluated, I found it stressful and well...not fun doing it.

Plus I do this blog for me and realized posts like this one are more for me, so I have a record of my thoughts and feelings for these stories.

I’m not saying me liking something or disliking it makes it good or bad objectively. But what I am saying is...well I enjoyed this.

I was disheartened by the lack of pay off to a lot of stuff, but I did enjoy the ride while I was on it.

Let me talk about a few minor things that annoyed me before I end more positively.

So a Pokemon Go parody is intrinsic to the battle to save the future. I dunno, that just feels both on the nose and unearned since Pokemon Go! wasn’t even a thing when this series began. Also Tyler Stone’s motivations were rather underwhelming and Miguel didn’t get enough of a showdown with him. Granted, I guess you could argue said showdown already happened in Secret Wars 2099. He same applies to the Sinister Six 2099, especially Venom given that he is Miguel’s brother from another mother. Furthermore the explanation for who Aisa is, was a tad underwhelming but not illogical as I’ll address later.

Now for positives.

For starters it’s funny that whilst this issue came out in like September 2017, it’s depiction of 2019 wasn’t that far off. The only things it a little wrong was that people aren’t as much into Pokemon Go! as they were in 2017 and Silk to my knowledge doesn’t operate in New York city anymore. But all of those are easily No. Prized so in theory this comic’s depiction of 2019 is actually canon. I think it basically HAS to be or else the Fist’s plan could still happen and Miguel would’ve prevented nothing. Although the Marvel.wiki says otherwise. But they aren’t always right.

My biggest point of praise is in regarding Gabri.

Maybe I was being dense, but I honestly didn’t figure out who he was until he stabbed Tyler Stone with a stinger like Tempest’s.

See, when these issues were coming out I obviously saw the covers of Miguel in his new suit alongside another Spider-Man 2099, one wearing the original red and blue 2099 costume. But I wasn’t paying enough attention to notice the red and blue costume was similar, yet clearly different to the original. I was thinking that it was simply Miguel from another universe, another timeline or another point in time, possibly playing off of the Edge of Spider-Verse issue with the alternate Miguels back in volume 2 issue #5.

But no...this is the son of Miguel O’Hara, the Spider-Man of...well we don’t actually know what year he is from. He’s a time traveller and whilst he’s partnered up with his mother in 2019, he looks to be about Miguel’s age. Giving him a suit similar yet unique to his father’s, with his ‘cape’ evoking his mother’s wings and such was a nice touch. I think PAD in making him a time traveller adds just enough credibility to his powers too as some kind of future technology. I doubt we’ll see much more of this character, but damn I’d like to, even out of his outfit he seems pretty cool.

And if nothing else, I just like that Miguel has a legacy and got to KNOW that.

Another thing I really liked about the structure of the story essentially allowed for there to be two climaxes, one in the future of 2019 where Aisa was the final boss and one in the present of 2017 where Miguel got to settle his business.

Let’s talk briefly about Aisa. So she’s literally one of the Greek Fates. I found this underwhelming, but I can’t say it wasn’t a logical reveal. In fact it justifies the Medea story arc with Elektra as that in hindsight was putting Greek myth on the chessboard for PAD to use later.

In fact these last three issues can be looked at as PAD essentially treating elements across his 2010s Spidey 2099 run (or at least the issues that weren’t mandated events) as chess pieces that came into play here.

· Back in volume 3 issue #1, Miguel referenced Peter, Silk and Miles being around to pick up his slack. Those 3 saved the civilians under mind control.

· The Sinister Six and Tyler Stone obviously all showed up in the Sinister Six arc beginning in issue #10, and in particular Tyler was popping up sporadically since the Secret Wars mini

· Strange 2099 with the help of Cap 2099 ultimately save Miguel’s life and they were showing up before and during Secret Wars

· Tempest’s insect form was introduced back in v2 #11-12 and was critical to the climax of this story. In fact I love the poetry of Miguel and his father Tyler both dying via stingers, stingers passed down from mother to son no less

· Sonny obviously was showing up on and off since Secret Wars

· The Alchemax Prison is something that’s been lingering (and unfortunately was often ignored) since way back in v2 #5

· I already explained the Greek myth angle

· Man Mountain Marko has been building a grudge with Spidey since before issue v3 #10

In a sense it was rewarding seeing all this stuff come back into play for the climax, but it definitely could’ve been done better, in a more satisfying way. Frankly, if the Medea story had been cut to 2 issues tops we might’ve had an extra issue to fix some of this stuff.

The final thing I want to talk about is issue #25 specifically. I don’t know if this was intentional, but to me issue #25 read as PAD delivering a microcosm of Miguel.

In various scenes, organically strung together, we see different facets of his personality. The dives are not necessarily deep, but this one issue, for any faults you might find in it’s plot, speaks a lot to who Miguel O’Hara is as a person.

It’s light, it’s subtle but it tells you the cliffnotes.

He’s sarcastic.

He’s sardonic.

He’s not a murderer, but is willing to be violent, willing to kill.

He is on the side of the angels, but is absolutely not one of them.

He values family but they frustrate him.

He’s far from wholesome.

He’s willing to make the sacrifice play for what’s right, for what has to be done.

He faces his own destruction head on.

He has a cynical streak in him.

He’s got anger in him and acknowledges it can compromise him.

He’s smart, both in terms of scientific brilliance and tactical thinking.

Hell even the use of his powers and gadgets (we could include Lyla in that) get one last ride in this issue.

And it’s all capped off with him saving everyone at the cost of his lover, his child and his own life. Only for him to come back to the world he’s saved, his home and ring in the new yea, the new century in factr. 2099 is OVER at last!

But he doesn’t celebrate. But he also isn’t Peter Parker, so he doesn’t somberely mope. He just gets on with it acknowledging what he’s lost, what it was for and rolling his eyes at the fact that the good times aren’t going to last.

And yet...it’s not depressing.

THAT’S Miguel O’Hara to me.

Over all, this arc 100% could’ve been better. But as a fond farewell to the character, possibly even being the last time his creator will ever write him, it was a Hell of a ride.

And for that ride, I thank Peter David and Will Sliney.

#Spider-Man #Spider-Man 2099 #Miguel O'Hara #Marvel 2099 #Iron Man #Iron Man 2099 #Lyla #Honey Bee #Peter David #will sliney

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marvelstheavengers · 5 years

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Peter’s Party Problems Part 2/3

Here is the much anticipated (at least for me) Part Two! I hit the text limit so it ends at a weird spot, but the links to part one (if you haven’t read it) and part three (please read it) are below. Hope you all enjoy, and as always, let me know what you think! Requests are also open. Thanks!

Warning: descriptions of vomiting.

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“I d’nt know… I don’t know if I should,” the boy mumbled, words barely coherent. Tony felt a seed of victory implanting in his stomach.

“And why’s that, Peter?”

A pause.

“‘Cuz….umm, I’m scared of sharks?”

Tony was going to scream.

Sam, however, beat Tony to any reaction, instantly bursting into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. Steve, noticing the unadulterated rage in the billionaire’s gaze, lowered his head, grabbed Sam by the arm, and forcibly dragged him out.

“Mist’r Stark… I don’t… I don’t…feel...” Peter stumbled forward, grabbing for Tony. The man whipped towards him.

“Peter!”

All traces of fury dissipated, turning into pure worry as Tony rushed towards the teenager. He grabbed Peter just as the boy tipped over, leaning over the man to violently retch. With tolerance the billionaire never thought he had, he pulled Peter into his lap, rubbing the boy’s back and murmuring kind words as he vomited. Paralyzing fear bubbled in Tony’s chest. Should he call an ambulance? Was Peter really just drunk, or was this alcohol poisoning? Shit, there was so much he didn’t know. After years of self neglect, he couldn’t exactly normalize anything correctly.

“I need to know you’re ok, buddy. Can you hear me?”

Peter nodded, but stayed bent over Tony’s side. The genius wanted to gasp in relief.

“Let’s get a medic up here just in case, what do you say, FRIDAY?”

“On it boss.”

Tony’s thanks was stifled as Peter threw himself over his side to retch.

“Make that at least three medics, FRIDAY.”

The teen groaned, pressing his clammy forehead into Tony’s chest after leaving a sizable pool of vomit next to, and thankfully not on, the man.

“I’m s’ry, Mis’er Stark.”

“Shh, it’s ok,” Tony whispered softly, his maternal instincts dominating. “You’re ok. You know I’m here for you no matter what, Underoos. But you’ve got to tell me what’s wrong or I can’t help you.”

Peter looked up at Tony, big brown eyes wide with guilt. He took a deep breath and flickered his gaze to the floor.

“I’m drunk. I’m sooo drunk Mis’er Stark. Like plast’red. Soooo plast’red. Like wayyy plast’red. Or pissed. Sooo pissed. Whatev’r the lingo is.”

Tony would’ve laughed if he wasn’t so fucking torn. He didn’t know whether to be proud for Peter’s honesty, no matter how long it took, outraged for the boy’s actions, or relieved that he was ok. He supposed that was parenthood in a nutshell: a whole hell of a lot of feelings and no idea what to do with them.

“What am I going to do with you, kid?” Tony mumbled, pressing his forehead to Peter’s. The boy leaned into the touch, his ragged breathing slowly decelerating.

Had the two deviated from their positions in the slightest, they would’ve noticed the team behind them slowly disbanding in respect. As it was, however, they just sat there, Tony attempting to tame Peter’s drunken energy, and Peter attempting to not vomit all over his mentor.

It took a few minutes of silence before Peter began to lapse into sleep, eyelids drooping as a second, much more exhausting wave of drunkenness hit him.

“Wait just a minute now, Spiderling,” Tony whispered, poking the boy, “We’ve got to wait for the medics to check you out.”

Peter shook his head groggily.

“They’re professhonals- proff’ssionals. They’ll know I’m not dead. I d’nt stop breathing when I sleep, you know.”

Tony chuckled.

“I think you’ll be impressed- I did know that. I also happen to know that you have to be conscious for them to do their tests.”

Peter groaned.

“I knew there was a reason I hated tests.”

Just as Tony was about to give Peter a hard jab to keep him awake, three medical technicians rushed in with emergency bags.

“Hi I’m Sarah, how can I help?” the closest woman asked breathlessly, pulling out basic equipment.

Tony waved. “Sixteen-year-old male. Appears drunk, scratch that, most certainly drunk, and exhibiting symptoms characteristic of potential alcohol poisoning. He has an enhanced metabolism, which means he would’ve had to consume a lot of alcohol in a short period of time.”

The leading technician, a woman with slicked-back blonde hair, looked impressed. Tony shrugged.

“I watch a lot of Grey’s Anatomy.”

At that, she pulled her lips up into a smile.

“Peter, can you hear me?” one of the techs queried.

The boy grumbled, “Go away.”

“Peter,” Tony lectured, “be nice.”

“T’red.”

“Well don’t get so drunk next time.”

All he got was a rumble of disagreement in response.

“He seems fairly coherent, we’ll just run a few tests,” Sarah assessed. Tony nodded.

“Take as long as you need.”

As it turned out, they didn’t need that long. After a few tests, including a breathalyzer revealing an absolutely terrifying blood alcohol content of .15, the staff was wrapping up.

“We started him an IV drip, which may not have been necessary, but with his enhancements we didn’t want to risk anything. Get him to bed, and make sure he has plenty of painkillers, food, and fluids in the morning,” Sarah instructed as she packed her bags.

“Thank you for your help, Sarah.”

The woman smiled a “you’re welcome” at him, and Tony resigned to make sure she would always have a place at Stark Industries.

“Alright, buddy. What do you say we get you to bed?” Tony murmured, pulling Peter to his feet. When the boy began to drift off before his feet even completely touched the ground, Tony sighed and scooped him up. Peter easily grasped on to Tony, wrapping himself around the man and sticking with his spider-like webbed grip. Tony couldn’t help but laugh, grateful that Peter’s enhancements made him roughly as light as a golden retriever. Grabbing the portable IV in one hand and supporting Peter in the other, the man slowly made his way to Peter’s room, careful not to bump or startle his passenger, who had already fallen into a deep sleep.

Arriving at the foot of his bed an impressive six minutes and thirty-seven seconds later, Tony attempted to coax Peter into releasing his sticky fingers. Pulling and prodding was no help, so Tony tried massaging the teen’s joints, whispering encouragement for him to release his clingy digits, but all to no avail. Sighing, Peter’s mentor rolled the IV near his bed and cautiously sat down, shifting so he laid side by side with the boy, quite literally attached to him.

Tony had every intention of staying awake all night to watch over Peter, even if he was stuck to him, but after a mere hour of stroking the boy’s hair and listening to him whisper in his deep slumber, Tony drifted into the lull of sleep.

***

Nearly twelve hours later, Peter Parker blinked back into consciousness. He let out a moan as sleep wore off and nausea settled in. Everything hurt. Places where Peter didn’t even know it was possible to hurt, hurt. And what was in his arm? Was that an IV? Peter reached to yank it out, but stopped short as a flood of memories washed over him. Clint. Party. Drunk. Tony. Avengers. Medics.

Peter groaned. He was going to be in so much trouble.

Choosing to ignore the facts for as long as possible, the teenager stretched instinctively. He rolled over, nearly screaming when he noticed the figure sleeping next to him.

“Mister Stark?” Peter mumbled, instantly regretting speaking when his voice pounded into his skull like a hammer. He winced, resigning not to talk.

Taking a closer look at the man, Peter couldn’t help but think how peaceful he looked. Tony’s arm was propped under his head, the other casually curled over his stomach. All the lines in his face were relaxed, and with each breath the piece of hair hanging over his forehead gently blew upwards. Peter couldn’t help but smile. At that moment he decided to stay as still as possible so not to disturb the man.

Of course, that was before a sudden jolt to his stomach sent him running to the bathroom, IV flying behind.

Peter barely made it to the toilet before vomiting up a foul, acrid substance that burned his throat and mouth. He moaned, laying a cheek on the cold toilet seat. He wanted to die. Stupid, stupid alcohol.

“Peter?” a voice asked softly, interrupting his thoughts. Peter responded with something between a grunt and a groan.

“Hey, buddy,” Tony Stark murmured, entering the bathroom cautiously.

It took great effort for Peter to look up at the man. Tony met his gaze with concerned eyes.

“Well, at least you managed to drag the IV with you. How are you feel-”Tony was was cut off as the boy began throwing up again. He kneeled down next to Peter, pushing his hair back from the teen’s forehead and running a gentle hand in circles over his back. “Not so great then?”

Peter moaned.

“Can we stop talking?” he pleaded, bringing a hand up to cover his ringing ears.

Tony nodded, using his fingertips to outline the word “S-U-R-E” on Peter’s arm. The boy smiled weakly.

“T-A-L-K L-8-R. H-O-W U F-E-E-L?” Tony traced the words slowly, making sure Peter had plenty of time to interpret the long sentence.

He wrote back two words.

“S-P-I-D-E-Y S-E-N-S-E-S.”

Tony looked at the teenager with equal worry and pity. He’d been wasted enough in his life to know how sensitive his body was to light and sound the next morning, but in an enhanced teenager with ultra-sensitive sense? He had to be in living hell.

There was a pause as Peter peeled himself from the toilet, falling back into Tony’s arms. He sought comfort from the man, burying his head in Tony’s leg in an attempt to mute all the sounds of daily life.

“FRIDAY, dim the lights to 15%, and mute all noise,” Tony whispered to the AI, covering Peter’s ears to leave him undisturbed. Immediately, FRIDAY followed his instructions, and a hiss of approval and gratitude escaped Peter’s lips.

Tony waited as the boy shifted again, blinking more comfortably with the lessened burden on his senses. When it appeared he was comfortable, Tony tried to engage in nonverbal communication once more.

“R-E-M-E-M-B-E-R?” he traced, looking at Peter with a cocked head. The teen buried his head into his arm.

“U-N-F-O-R-T-U-N-A-T-E-L-Y,” he wrote back on Tony’s arm. The man stifled a chuckle.

A pause, then a flicker of doubt on Peter’s face.

“T-R-O-U-B-L-E?” he outlined. Tony looked at him dubiously.

“T-A-L-K L-8-R. B-A-C-K 2 B-E-D?”

Peter nodded, shakily attempting to stand. Tony rolled his eyes, scooping Peter up, much to the boy’s surprise. Instinctively, he wrapped his arms around the man’s shoulders. His chin came to rest on Tony’s shoulder, and Peter could feel the billionaire relax against him. As embarrassed as he was by the childish position, he couldn’t help but think he could get used to it.

Tony carried Peter carefully, hand clasped on the back of his neck protectively. Each step he took was carefully crafted to prevent the teen from moving or shifting too much.

When he finally got Peter back to his bedroom at the tower, Tony gently laid him down, maternally tucking the blanket over him.

“R-E-S-T,” the man wrote out, motioning that he was going to go grab Peter a glass of water. The boy nodded heavily, head already drooping back into his pillow as Tony took his leave.

By the time Tony returned, no more than five minutes after leaving, Peter’s eyes were lidded, gentle snores radiating from his nose. His mentor chuckled, setting a glass of water, painkillers, and a piece of toast on the bedside table. Then, he laid back into the corner chair, and began to read as he waited for Peter Parker to wake.

***

Peter was asleep another three hours before finally waking up for the last time.

“Mr. Stark?” Peter mumbled sleepily, reaching out at the empty bed.

“Over here, kid.”

Peter flopped over, squinting at the chair in the corner where Tony appeared to be reading.

“Feeling better?” the man asked, giving Peter a once over.

“My head doesn’t hurt as much, but my throat’s really dry.”

Tony nodded, laying his book down to head over to Peter. He handed the boy a glass of water, which he graciously took.

“You’ve got to eat something, too. The toast is cold by now, but-”

Before Tony was even finished speaking, Peter made a grab for the bread, woofing it down.

“Right… well I’ll grab you some more food. But we’ve got some things to do first.”

Peter stared at the ground pointedly.

“Like take my IV out?”

Tony smirked.

“That wasn’t exactly what I was thinking, but we can do that, too.”

“Good,” Peter said, reaching around his arm and yanking the needle out. Tony’s eyes went wide and he let out a small gasp.

“PETER! I meant I’d call a medic!” Tony rushed to grab the boy’s arm, examining the tiny hole as it bled. “Now I’ve definitely got to call one!”

“No you don’t, Mr. Stark. The bleeding will stop in a second. It always does.”

Tony narrowed his eyes.

“What do you mean ‘always’?”

“Errr…” Peter stuttered, doing a very poor job of hiding his guilt.

“Ok, how many things have you done that I’d disapprove of?”

A pause.

“You know what, I don’t even want to know. But you better get comfortable, Spiderman, because we’re about to have a reallll long talk about safety, common sense, and communication.”

***

IT IS NOT OVER! Totally weird spot to end, but I hit the text block limit, so there is a part three. It’s totally worth it, I promise. Link below.

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kindly-whisper-norbury · 6 years

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Regarding Loki in Avengers 4…

There are SPOILERS ahead for Avengers Infinity War, so please don’t read on unless you have already seen the movie, or else don’t mind being spoiled.

Still here? Alrighty, then. I just put on my reading glasses, so you know it is going to be a long one. And please forgive me if the “read more” doesn’t work… Tumblr Mobile is weird that way.

I was driving home from dropping my daughter off at work, and I was listening to some random songs, and one came on (which I will name at the end of this post) and it just threw an image into my head that I could not shake. But I don’t think that I would actually be able to fic it, so I am just going to put the thought out there for y'all to do with as you will.

The main gist of it is that there are mystical, scientific, and spiritual aspects within the MCU, and we have pretty much come to expect them to work in harmony. And in that respect, I was thinking what if the Stones also have their own personalities and thoughts, and are essentially living beings in their own right? I was thinking that they do not usually work together because they choose not to—because they know what will happen if they do—but the Gauntlet basically forced them to. It enslaved them, and made them do things that were against their nature.

What if in A4, the stones seek out the remaining Avengers to try and set things right? And after they succeed, and all the dust-people are returned to themselves, the Stones prepare to go their separate ways… but before they do, they decide to work together one last time and give gifts to those that helped to right the wrongs that Thanos forced them to perform.

They give nothing of cosmic or universe-shattering import, but small things. Little rewards, in the grand scheme of things, and they will reverse no deaths (something the Time Stone scolds Strange for doing). However, there are loopholes. Vision is brought back as an actual flesh-and-blood man by the combined efforts of the Mind and Reality stones, for example, because he was never actually “alive” to begin with, and part of his psyche still resided within Mind.

But they choose the gifts on their own, and nothing is outright asked for. When they come to Thor, they look into his mind and they see how much he has lost. His family, his friends, his home, his throne. What could they do for him? They see his parents in his thoughts, but even if the Stones were willing to bring them back, they would not do so because Thor believes they are happy together now in Valhalla.

Loki, though… when Thor thinks of Loki, he does not know where he might be. He died a warrior’s death, and he was of Asgard, but he was not Aesir. Would a Frost Giant be allowed in Valhalla? Was he now with Odin and Frigga and all the other Asgardians that lost their lives with honor? Or is he somewhere else? Is he alone?

The Stones tell him that Loki is not in Valhalla, and the news breaks Thor’s heart. They tell him then that he is not in Valhalla because he is not dead. Thor is dumbstruck. He thinks that maybe Loki lied again, that he faked it. But they tell him that no, he didn’t. Nor did he fake it either when he fell from the Bifrost or when he was stabbed by the Kursed.

His body protected itself both times. The first time, he was in the cold deep of space—an environment that a Frost Giant embraces. He fell through space until he slept, and when he awoke he was in Thanos’s clutches. Thanos knew what he was, knew how to make him do what he wanted. He tortured him with heat… endless, scorching heat. But Loki’s magic protected him, protected his heart and mind with a layer of ice. Yet still, Thanos broke him, and Loki had no choice but to do as he had been told.

On Svartalfheim, after he was stabbed, Loki’s magic again protected him. It again locked his mind and heart in ice, and he healed. When he awoke there, he was confused, afraid. He did not know where Thor had gone, and so Loki returned to Asgard. He wished at that moment only to speak to Odin, to find out what Odin would think of losing him. But Odin saw through the illusion, and Loki felt he had no choice but to banish him, or else again go into exile.

And now, Loki’s magic protects him once more. He is in the deep of space, frozen and barely alive—but he is broken, too far-gone to survive for long. He will not heal this time… but for the moment, he still lives. And with that, the Stones know what to give to the King of Asgard.

The Space Stone reaches out, brings Loki to Thor’s side. Loki is unconscious, and is now Jotun—his skin is blue and icy-cold. But here on the surface of the Earth, with the sun on him, he begins to warm. His magic begins to break down, and he starts to die. Thor begs the Stones to stop his death, and the Time Stone envelopes Loki, stopping him at the moment just before he passes away completely.

Time then begins to reverse for Loki. He fades and flashes back, grows younger and younger. Again, Thor asks the Stones to stop—but by the time they do, Loki is an infant. He begins to cry, and Thor kneels beside the naked blue child. They look to one another, and Thor touches his face. Like when Odin first held Loki as a baby, the child changes. He has looked into his brother’s mind, and has seen himself as Thor remembered him, and had made himself in that image.

Thor removes his cloak and covers the baby, then he looks to the Stones and asks if Loki will remember his life from before. They tell him that no, he won’t, because infants seldom hold to memories. The Stones sense that Thor does not want Loki to forget everything, and so the Time Stone again wraps its influence around the prince. He ages again, and when he reaches what for humans would be mid-adolescence, the Stone releases him. The now-teenage Loki looks to Thor, who asks him if he remembers anything, and Loki says no—then he asks Thor who he is.

Thor tells him that they are brothers, then he places their brows together, and he tells him that he will remember for both of them. At once, memories flash in both Loki and Thor’s minds. Loki sees them as they were—both the happy times and the times when they fought; he sees the betrayals and the sacrifices; he sees the years go by in an instant, and he does not like everything that he sees.

Thor asks him once more if he remembers, because he felt the memories, as well. Loki tells him, “only pieces”. Loki asks Thor if he can forgive him for all the mistakes he made; and Thor asks Loki to do the same for him. Loki looks to the sky and smiles at the sun.

And on and on life goes, and if I can step out of the wandering thoughts for a moment and to what the future would hold…

Thor would then become Loki’s guardian and teach him the history of their people, and all of the other Avengers would play a part in his life. For example (and assuming all these people survive/return): Doctor Strange and Wanda would guide him through re-learning the mystical arts, Clint would help to administer the right kind of discipline (including self-discipline), Natasha would re-teach him combat arts, Steve would give a living example of how to live life honorably, he would learn from Bruce how to control his more violent impulses, he would find in Tony a kindred-spirit to speak to about the trauma they have gone through, T'Challa would teach him how to be a good leader, Vision would be right there with him in learning how to be “human”, Bucky would spend time with him and speak about how best to forgive themselves for the mistakes they made (even if some of those mistakes were not of their own making, but were forced upon them), and Rhody and Sam would both teach him different aspects of the military (such as bearing, and how and when to obey—or creatively disobey—the rules).

He would not only be surrounded by adults, though, as he would have peers in Peter and Shuri; as well as more “regular” people, such as Harley Keener, Cassie Lang, Ned Leeds, Michelle Jones, and Cooper and Lila Barton.

And I know this is all very far-fetched, and dripping with wishful-thinking… but what if, guys… what if even part of this happens? What if we do get Loki back, but a younger Loki? One that made the mistakes, that remembers them… but now feels that there is a chance to at least change something for the better? The things he did were not erased—they are still there. He still remembers them, but they are not who he is. They never were, but now he realizes that. What if he gets a second chance?

For the record, the song that got his thought-train rolling was “I’ll Keep You Safe” by Sleeping At Last… but now I am working on a full-fledged playlist to go along with it. Because even if this doesn’t happen (and I doubt it will), in some reality of this multi-verse I am sure it could.

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Derek- Blind

Request- Hey could you do a Derek Hale x reader imagine where the reader is pregnant and Derek downs know. Her scent changes because she is pregnant,but Derek thinks she's cheating and accuses her. She starts crying and leaves. Peter then calls him an idiot and tells him that she is pregnant. Meanwhile the reader is Scott's cousin, so she goes to his house and the entire pack is there. Derek comes to apologize and they make up. Thank you so much and I'm so happy that you're back. ❤❤❤

A/N- So, I did not exactly add that last part in there, but enjoy!

“Y/n, can you grab me another beer?” Peter asked.

You snorted and continued to walk past him on your way out of Derek’s kitchen. “I don’t remember anyone ever offering you the first one.”

You headed over to the couch, smiling as Derek glared at his uncle. Peter liked to show up to the loft uninvited, and Derek usually didn’t feel like starting the argument to throw him out. It wasn’t like he wouldn’t leave eventually, but neither of you wanted to deal with him talking circles around you.

“I think we should just kill him,” you murmured in his ear. “Again.”

“Yeah,” Derek said gruffly.

You came around the side of the couch and sank down next to him, snuggling into his side. He suddenly tensed at your touch, and you pulled away to look up at him. “Derek? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he muttered.

“We’ve been through too much for you to say that to me,” you reminded him, sitting up straight.

“Forget it, Y/n,” he said gruffly.

“Derek, come on-”

“You wanna do this in front of him?” He gestured to Peter, who simply raised his eyebrows at the two of you.

“Oh, don’t mind me,” Derek’s uncle mused. “Please, Y/n, continue.”

You rolled your eyes. “Fuck off. Derek, seriously, I don’t understand what’s been going on with you-”

“With me?” he demanded. “I’m not the one who’s been sneaking off all the time, making Scott give me half-assed explanations about why you’re suddenly not at his house anymore.”

“What?” you demanded, swallowing thickly.

“If you want someone to cover for you, you might want to pick someone who’s a better liar. Your cousin sounds like he doesn’t even believe himself half the time.”

“Oh dear,” Peter remarked, leaning forward eagerly.

“Derek-”

“Not to mention you smell different,” he continued, not letting you get a word in. “I couldn’t place it before, but now...it makes sense.”

“What makes sense?” you asked slowly.

“You’re cheating on me.”

“What?” you choked. “Derek-”

“I thought you cared enough about me to at least end things, but obviously not.”

Peter cleared his throat. “If I may-”

“Shut up, Peter,” he snarled.

“You think I’d cheat on you?” you whispered. “You really think that?

Derek blinked. “Wait…”

“No,” you spat, jumping up from the couch. “You’re always so fucking blind, Derek. It’s been that way since we were kids. Kate was just the beginning, and I thought things were different, but-”

You cut yourself off and shook your head, deciding to save your breath and grab your jacket instead. Derek jumped up after you. “Y/n, wait-”

You brushed off his hands, and yanked open the door of the loft instead. “Go to hell.”

He stood in shock, watching at your sharp eyes disappeared behind the rusted metal of the door. It slammed shut violently, echoing in the wide space of the loft. No matter how much interior decorating the two of you tried to do, you never seemed to be able to fill it with enough to muffle the sound.

“Well done, Derek,” Peter snarked, rising from the armchair and giving a sarcastic clap.

“I really don’t need this right now,” Derek growled back.

“She’s got a point, you know,” his uncle continued. “About you being blind.”

“Shut up.”

“You don’t have any idea what’s going on do you?”

“Then enlighten me,” he snapped.

Peter rolled his eyes. “Think. You don’t actually believe that Scott would cover for Y/n if she was cheating on you, do you?”

“I..I don’t…” Derek sighed. “No, I don’t think he would.”

“And Y/n smells different, you said? But not like another man, just different.”

“Just get to the point, Peter.”

“Maybe that has something to do with her hormones. And that’s a very short list of possibilities, Derek.”

Peter stared at his nephew pointedly, and Derek narrowed his eyes. His brows furrowed for a good three seconds, and then his eyes suddenly went wide. “Oh god.”

He was out the door faster than Peter could blink, running down the stairs after you. You were right, and he couldn’t believe he had been so blind. Up until a few weeks ago, Derek hadn’t believed you felt anything for him but love, and now he realized he was wrong to assume any differently. He just hoped you could forgive him, and that you were still nearby.

Luckily, he didn’t have to go far, and as soon as his feet hit the last set of stairs, he saw you sitting at the bottom. You were angrily wiping at your eyes, and as Derek slowly walked down, he felt guilt wash through him.

You heard his footfalls before you saw him, but you knew he was the one who had followed you down. No one else’s boots would sound that sheepish hitting the floor.

“Leave me alo-”

“You’re pregnant.”

You froze, and felt your breath catch in your throat. “Scott?”

“No, Peter.”

You let out a soft puff of laughter, and slowly turned to Derek. “Of course he knew. And of course he had to rub it in your face.”

Derek’s lips twitched. “I’m sorry I thought...what I thought. You’re right. I’m so caught up in what I think or feel sometimes that I don’t even see what’s happening right in front of me.”

“I know, Hale,” you said with a tired sigh. “And yet I love you anyway.”

“You could have told me,” he informed you, coming to sit next to you. “I don’t know what you thought, but I would have been there for you every step of the way. I would’ve gone to appointments, and shopping...”

“I just wasn’t sure a baby was what you wanted. I’m still not sure. I don’t even know if it’s a good idea.”

“Why’s that?” he asked.

“We have to fight for our lives like, every three months, on average. Sometimes more than that. You wanna raise a kid in Beacon Hills?”

“We could leave,” he suggested. “Go somewhere safer.”

“You’d leave Scott? The Pack?”

“Scott’s been handling things on his own for a long time now. He doesn’t need us.”

“You need him. We both need him. And I wouldn’t mind staying...just as long as you want this too.”

Derek let out a soft breath, and reached forward to place his hand on your cheek. “Y/n, I want you. Every part of you, including that little guy inside of you.”

You stared up at him carefully, but you felt a smile forming on your lips. “How do you know it’s a boy?”

“Or girl,” he said quickly, flushing bright red. “I just...when I thought about it, I always imagined a boy.”

“You’ve thought about it?”

“All the time,” he admitted. “I’ve wanted this with you for a long time.”

Your breath caught in your throat, and you suddenly felt an unbelievable warmth wash over you. “Me too.”

Derek leaned forward, pressing one soft kiss to your lips. “Good.”

He pulled away, brushing his thumb over your cheek as he stood up. “I should probably go get Peter that beer. To thank him.”

You sighed, and placed your hands on your knees to stand up. “He probably already got it out of the fridge himself.”

“We should probably go make sure he doesn’t take anything else.”

“Yeah,” you agreed. “But then again, I think he’ll be fine on his own for a few more minutes.”

“Yeah?” Derek asked.

“Yeah.”

He smiled, and sank back down on the stairs. You took a seat beside him, and he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer. He pressed one soft kiss to your forehead and smiled to himself, unable to believe how lucky he was.

In the span of fifteen minutes, he had gone from being sure he had lost you, to convinced he was never going to let you go. And if he was being honest, that was a change he didn’t mind at all.

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