#// nwh spoilers

[whereareallthegoodnames]

Parker Guilt Complex

The MCU's Spider-Man has an insane guilt complex. "When you can do the things that I can, but you don't, and then the bad things happen, they happen because of you" is the one of the most morbid ways of saying "with great power comes great responsibility"

In Homecoming, Peter had demonstrated that he would take on more than he can even after asking for help. Tony didn't have the best level of communication with Peter.

In Infinity War, Peter sees the aliens and immediately climbs out the bus window. He manages to get himself onto the space ship and readies himself to fight against Thanos.

In Far From Home, Tony's death removes Peter's safety net. Tony, who was ready to take the blame for Spider-Man's mistakes, had died. Peter wants to be the child he is. He wants to be able to grieve the loss of his mentor. Then Nick Fury steps in and makes Peter take a more active role leading to Beck tricking Peter. By the end of the movie, Peter blames himself for putting his friends in the line of fire.

In No Way Home, Peter definitively blames himself for his friends being denied entrance to MIT. Peter takes on the task of saving the villains from other universes. Peter initially blames Goblin for May's death. By the end, Peter blames himself. He sees his friends hurt after the battle at the Statue of Liberty. He decides that they are safer without him in their lives.

[babysdrivers]

watched no way home for the first time today and only cried once 🤙

[tinkerbelldetective]

I HAVE TO SHOUT THIS

NORMAN OSBORN IS CUTE.

Also

IN NO WAY HOME HE IS SO SAD AND ALL WRAPPED UP IN A HOODIE AND DOING SCIENCE

[imyoursavinggrace]

Summary:

‘“There are so many universes out there where you live your whole life with your aunt and Tony Stark. You graduate MIT, inherit his company, and marry Michelle.”

Tears formed in Peter’s eyes and he looked away from Wanda, embarrassed. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Because that is the life you deserve and I can give it to you.”

“How?”

“What do you know about Dream Walking?”’

Riddled with grief, Peter and Wanda Dream Walk to a universe where their loved ones are alive, but how long will it be until Tony and May realise this isn’t their Peter?

[themuskrater]

I'm tired of hearing the argument that MCU Spider-Man doesn't have consequences. It's a bad faith argument that ignores half the events of his story. I think a better take would be that not all of his decisions have immediate consequences, which I find more interesting because it leads Peter into a false sense of security in which he makes bigger mistakes with more immediate and disastrous consequences. Here's a perfect example: Peter is WAY too trusting around the Avengers with his secret identity

Peter reveals his identity to the other heroes in Infinity War and Endgame almost immediately. And to his credit, these are good, trustworthy people. They all keep his secret. But this experience teaches Peter that he can trust other heroes, something that's going to backfire in a big way. When Peter meets Mysterio, pretending to be another hero, Peter trusts him with his secret identity

Peter's past experiences inform his decision-making. But he doesn't know that Mysterio isn't who he says he his. And because of that, Mysterio ends up revealing Peter's secret identity to the entire world. Already, a massive consequence for Peter, which he was led into because of his experience meeting the Avengers. But that's not all. Peter still feels like he can trust other heroes, so instead of facing the consequences of his actions, he goes to Doctor Strange to fix it

Strange does his best, but the spell is disrupted by Peter's desire to STILL let other people know his secret identity. The spell goes wrong and because of Peter's indecision, it leads to the death of his only remaining family and a threat to the entire multiverse. This is Peter's fault, these are the consequences of his mistakes and it happens because he learned the long lesson from revealing his identity to the Avengers. But it's not over yet

Peter is forced to say goodbye to his best friend and his girlfriend before erasing the memory that he ever existed. It's the only way to fix the damage he's caused at this point. This is the sacrifice his actions have lead him to. He didn't just lose his Aunt May, in the end he lost everyone. All his friends and loved ones, his academic achievements, his home, his identity. And in the end, Peter is alone by himself in a run down, studio apartment. He's lost everything and everyone

Not all of Peter's actions have consequences in the MCU. When Peter abandons his little mathletes club in Homecoming, he's embraced back with open arms. But those times he doesn't face consequences, teaches him the wrong lessons, which result in bigger consequences later when his decisions actually matter. Peter abandoned his team to do work as Spidey, and because he got away with it once, he thought he could do it again. But this time, when he abandons the team, he ends up placing his friends lives at risk at the Washington Monument, he's scolded by his friends from abandoning them, and has to face his punishment at school once they get back to New York

Peter faces plenty of consequences in these movie. And the few times that he doesn't face immediate ramifications is because it's setting up bigger stakes later down the line

[wolf-tail]

No Way Home is relatable to me because I too would erase the memories of everyone on earth before realizing that I could talk to an authority figure and ask them to change their mind on something. Dr. Strange would hate my autistic people-pleasing ass.

[sapphireflame]

Midnight film theorist mode just kicked in. And I know for a fact I've posted about this the last time I had a runaway train of thought on this track, but for the life of me I can't find it! Anyway, you know that spell at the end of No Way Home? The one that made everyone forget who Peter Parker is? Because everyone in the multiverse who knew Peter Parker was Spider-Man was getting pulled into that one single universe?

Yeah, uh, the "anybody who knows Peter Parker is Spider-Man is gets pulled into this particular world" thing was not counteracted directly. The antidote spell was just "everybody forgets who Peter Parker is". As such, the only way this would send the outsiders back is because they no longer fit the "knows Peter Parker is Spider-Man" bill.

So then...what does it mean that that's the spell that sent everyone back and is keeping any more from coming in? Does anybody in any universe remember their Peter Parker's anymore? Did we watch the union of cinematic Spider-Men just to secretly see the two older one's stories come to a sudden screeching halt?

And furthermore, what does it say that that spell also sent the two other Peter Parkers themselves back to their own worlds? I mean, obviously Peter Parker would know that Peter Parker is Spider-Man, and again, all the antidote spell was was "everybody forgets who Peter Parker is", so...what's just happened to their own memories of themselves?

[god-is-agender]

Personally, I’d like to know how the spell Dr. Strange casts at the end of NWH actually works. What are the rules? How does everyone simply forget? Is it like, collective amnesia, or did the spell fill in spots or what?

[nyeddleblog]

Unrequited. [Part 1]

Pairing: Andrew! Peter Parker x Fem!Reader. Warnings: Felicia Hardy, a little suggestive, interrupted. Summary: You're Peter Parker's roommate and you're so done with the amount of women that come into your apartment.

Chapter 1: Thin Walls.

"Please, please, please" he begged, hips jerking upwards as she let her hips grind against his. His eyes were hazy, lingering on the way her arms stretched, wrapping around his shoulders, "I promise to make you feel good, baby. Please, I need to feel you."

She left a kiss on his jaw, then another on his cheek, and when she reached the edge of his lips, he let out a whine that would have made him embarrassed in any other situation. Right then, however, it just made her let out a breathy laugh against his mouth and he could feel his pants growing tighter. 

She was everything.

"You sure you want this, Peter?" 

He nodded mindlessly, he didn't really hear what she said, he would just agree to anything that woman asked if it meant being hers, and when she dropped to her knees, another whine left him.

She was being so sweet, softly pushing him against the bed, playing with his zipper, palming him through his jeans. Peter threw his head back, a lazy grin forming on his lips as she settled her eyes on his. He reached for a strand of her hair, and played with it. 

She left a chaste kiss on his hipbone, another on his lower stomach, and when he felt the sloppy kiss against the fabric of his boxers, he groaned.

Then he heard the loud thud on the wall, and finally recognized the presence of his roommate on the next room. He incorporated quickly, but Felicia was pulling on his boxers and he couldn't help the "Fuck" he whimpered at her touch.

"Peter, for fucks sake!" you yelled, and he bit his lips cringing, "Stop being a slut!"

Felicia looked up at him and she didn't seem annoyed, no, she looked absolutely angry. He licked his lips, ready to explain but she was already standing up and picking up the thin blouse he had taken the sweet time of unbuttoning.

"Sweetheart...!"

"Don't fucking 'sweetheart' me, Parker" she hissed, carefully clasping her stilettos, "You told me you lived alone!"

"I told you I was alone." he corrected her gently, zipping up his jeans as he tried to reach for her, "She wasn't supposed to be here, Felicia. Please"

"I'm sorry, darling, but I don't like having an audience."

She gracefully walked out of his room and guided herself around his apartment. Peter heard the dim laughter inside your room as he followed her, a laughter he could only pick up because of his heightened senses, and he was going to confront you about this.

"Honey, we can just be quieter..."

"I'm not a teenager to be playing around like this" Felicia took a hold of the doorknob and turned to look at him, "Maybe make up a code next time? Put a sock on your door or something, I don't give a shit."

And she left.

Peter turned to look at his roommate's door. He inhaled sharply.

He called for you.

He saw the doorknob move, then saw you peek your head out behind the wood and give him a small smile, "Yeah?"

"Was that necessary?"

"I mean," you took a good look at Peter, eyes scanning him up and down shamelessly. You would never admit it, but he looked delicious all hot and bothered, "It was to me."

"You say that like it happened often" he tried to argue, but you raised an eyebrow and leaned against the door frame, making him remember the other times. He sighed, "Okay, I can understand how that can be annoying..."

"You know, Peter..." Your voice was laced with a mix of amusement and irritation "There's a whole world out there full of people who don't involve me in their intimacy, yet I came to live with the only one who does, and not in the good way."

Peter ran a hand through his hair, feeling the blood run to his cheeks. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? It won't happen again, I don't even think she'd..."

You cut him off waving your hand, "You're something else, Parker" you said, shaking your head as your gaze softened, "Seriously though, knock it off. I'm not your personal filming crew, and, like she said, I'm definitely not your audience."

Peter opened his mouth to respond but you turned around, "Don't bother. I'm going to bed. And next time, maybe try a motel room? Or, better yet, invest in some self-control." NEXT PART.

[octivia1o2]

im sorry but he’s so baby and i can’t stop thinking about 🖤him🖤

gotta love that funky little belly he has

[sincericida]

I almost cried again all the tears I shed for NWH...

We Write the Story-[P.P.] | Chapter Two

Pairings: TASM!Peter Parker x (Black!)Hispanic!College!Female!Reader

Chapter Summary:  The battle is won, but the war is far from over

Takes place during No Way Home

Word Count: 3.9k words

Content: Some superhero fighting, angst, language, mentions of death,

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A/N: This chapter is pretty dialogue heavy, and I definitely struggle with that. So if you see any parts that need clarity, PLEASE TELL ME. I can't improve if I don't know where to grow.

This chapter is definitely a little more angsty but the fun stuff is coming as soon as I watch across the spider-verse

Your arms sting from the whipping cold air. The chill floated off the water and soaked you to the bone. You almost felt like you were buzzing-your brain hummed off adrenaline. 

Then you felt strong arms. Textured webbing sticking awkwardly on your clothes. A loud thwip and a jolt as your body stopped moving. You opened your eyes and summer bourbon bulbs bored into you, glassy like morning dew. His gaze was fixed on you, your rising chest, your frightened expression, your shaking body. Signs of life. 

His lips trembled slightly as he tried to steady his ragged breaths, “Are you okay?”

You can’t move your eyes from his, lost in the greige swimming in auburn pools. You slowly register his words, then nod your head. His head collapses forward like it was taking all his strength to keep it up before. 

“Oh, thank God.”

You say nothing, just letting his body rack with sobs, so feeling too in shock yourself to cry. You brought a hand up to his hair, just holding him for a moment. 

But your moment of peace was quickly disturbed by the cry of Michelle.

“PETER!”

You look up, then follow her gaze to the fallen shield resting at the base of Lady Liberty, where Petey is face to face with the Green Goblin. Petey was crouched low to the ground— full attack position. You could see the rigidity in his muscles, a kind of tension that scared you. But not as much as his cold expression, which was only made more horrifying by the scrapes and cuts littering his face. The Goblin chuckled at something Petey had said, and while it was too far away to hear, you could feel it. 

“Get me over there.”

You can see Peter shake his head in your peripheral, “No. Absolutely not; it’s not safe.”

You attempt to leave his grasp, but he just readjusts his arms, and you continue to watch on. 

They begin to dance around each other. Petey usually fights defensively, but you watch in horror as he charges the demented old man. He shoots off a few webs that the other man dodges, then swings and traps the man’s foot against the polished copper beneath them. 

The following punch is audible. You watch as the older man crumpled to the ground and gasp. You had seen him and Petey fight before. You had watched Petey swing with powerful, calculated fists while escaping Happy’s. When the Goblin’s nauseating cackle filled the air, he took each blow with a smile on his face. The Goblin wasn’t just insane, but very intelligent and strong enough to do some real damage. 

You quickly realise that Petey isn’t holding back. You watch as he launches himself into the air, then directs all of his weight and force into his fist. The Goblin dodges out of the way, probably doing the math like you did and calculating that Peter’s fist would have absolutely gone through his skull if he didn’t move. Instead, it hit the metal and you felt the shockwaves in your ribs.

“He needs me; let me go!”

Before you can argue further, Peter is securing you to him like you were tandem climbing. You wrapped your arms around his neck, a knee-jerk reaction to suddenly being launched. He shot two webs on the scaffolding, flinging himself up the side. He tried his best not to jostle you as he continued his way up.

He only made an effort to distance himself once you were back on stable ground and fully had your footing. There was a slight tremor in his hands as he tore away the web that attached you, and every time you caught his eyes, he looked at you like you were a ghost. 

You wanted to question it further, but you didn’t have the time. Your brother needed you. The only family you had left needed you. 

Peter took a running start to the railing, and you immediately chased after him. 

He abruptly turned, grabbing your shoulders. “(Y/n), listen to me. It’s not safe. You can’t come with. Stay here, where it’s safe.”

You felt your eyes water, and finally, you let out everything you had. The grief you never acknowledged, the fear you tucked away, the multiple near-death experiences, everything. But you still didn’t have time for grief- you had to act. You felt a rage burning in your bones, a true outrage for the injustice you had been served by the universe, and you let Peter have all of it. 

“Don’t tell me about staying safe. No amount of being careful will save you. I know you know that. But you listen here: I don’t know who (Y/n) was to you in your world, but I’m not her. And in my world, I have exactly one person left. He has never stopped saving people because it wasn’t safe, and I will not leave him.”

Peter blinked a few times, not expecting your outburst. You watched as he swallowed your words. 

“Please,” you begged. “I can talk him down, let me try.”

Peter’s face twisted into anger before releasing a frustrated yell. He begins pacing while muttering curses under his breath. He raises his head, looking into your eyes once again, and you know you’ve won.

“Dammit!” He shouts, pointing an angry finger at you. “Fine! I will bring you down there, but you will not get close. You will stay far away from any action, and I can remove you at any time. Got it?”

You agree and he reluctantly secured you once again.

It didn't even look like a fair fight. The Goblin had a blade, of sorts, and you watch as it connected exactly once with Petey. He grunted, looking more pissed off than frightened. He landed a punch in the middle of The Goblin's face, and you felt your own nose twinge at the thought that that would have probably caved in your skull.

You watched as he threw the Goblin up over his head and the back down on his neck. He didn’t let up. The Goblin was brought to his knees and received blow after blow. Anytime he started to fall over, Petey would set him back up like it was just a punching bag and not a life he was slowly ending. Your stomach fell when you saw him going for the glider, holding it above his head, ready to give the final blow.

Peter must have read your mind, jumping in just in time to prevent Petey from letting his rage take control. They struggled for a minute, Petey trying to push down harder and Peter fixing him with a silent look.

“Petey, No!” You watched his body stiffen at the sound of your shaking voice. “Please, don’t do this.”

He makes no effort to turn around, and you understand it’s because he’s trying to protect you. From the monster or himself, you didn’t know.

“Get out of here, (Y/n); it’s not safe. Go back with the others.”

You shook your head, taking a tentative step forward that Peter really didn’t like.

“I’m not going anywhere. Not without you.”

Petey said nothing. His body looked tired, exhausted by all that was today. You watched as the grief and pain settled into his bones, and his shoulders sagged. There was caked dirt all over his face and a stream of mostly dried blood that made your stomach churn coming from his temple. You don’t think you’ll ever be able to see him the same as before. Not when you’ve seen his face like this. No smile or Hello Kitty bandaid could make you forget this. 

“Come on, Petey, let’s go home.”

It was more of a desperate plea than anything else. You didn’t really have a home anymore. Everything was gone. It was just you and Petey. But you didn’t care where “home” was, so long as Petey was there.

The spider-men locked eyes and there was a conversation there that only multiversal twins could have. You watched Petey’s face soften and his arms slowly relax, while Peter slowly nodded his head as if saying, “That’s right. Put it down. You don’t want to do this. Not really.”

You held out your hand, palm up towards the endless sky. With bated breath, you waited for Petey to turn around and take it. Instead, you received more of a tackle-hug. He hid his face in your shoulder and wrapped his arms around your waist.

The memory of your first hug came to mind. You had been going over to the Parker apartment almost every day to hang out with little Petey. Miss May and Mr Ben were excited to see Peter was no longer hiding under his bed and seemed to smile and laugh around you. This morning you came over with your backpack and lunchbox, ready for the first day of second grade. Your father knocked on the door for you, and Mr Ben was quick to open it.

“He’s hiding in his room; he doesn’t want to go. May’s trying to get him out from under the bed now.”

The man look tired, and his hair was wild from running his fingers through it. His shirt had wrinkles in it and what looked like a juice stain. 

“Do you wanna send in reinforcements?” Your father asked.

Mr Ben asked if you minded and you told him that you didn’t. “Petey’s my friend, I wanna help.”

You made your way up the stairs you knew well, humming the song your mom used to sing to you all the time. You learned very quickly that if you were happy, Petey would eventually be happy too. He just needed someone to show him how.

When you entered his room May was laying on her stomach talking to the shadows, “Come on Petey, it’s not all that bad. I promise you’ll have fun.”

You said hi, dropping off your stuff at the door. May greeted you with a hug, being sure to tell you that you looked beautiful today. You wiggled your finger, asking her to bend down so you could whisper in her ear.

“Can I talk to him alone?” you asked. 

She gave a soft smile, moving some hair out of your face before stepping out of the room. 

Once you heard her in the kitchen, you kneeled down, “Can I come in?”

You heard a soft “sí” and clambered in, tucking yourself next to him. 

The boy didn’t look at you, deciding that picking at the carpet was a much better use of his attention. 

“So..” You began, “You don’t want to go to school?”

Petey nodded his head.

“Why not?” you asked.

Peter seemed to mull over his answer for a bit. “May says that I’ll make friends and have fun. But I don’t think so.”

You nodded, understanding his feelings, remembering those same fears.

“What did she say?”

Peter slammed his hands down in frustration. “She says I’m a big boy, and I have to go!”

“You’re not a big boy!” You giggled. “You’re still little!”

Peter agreed with you, holding up five fingers to tell you he was only that many. You giggled again, crawling back out from under the bed and offering him your hand. He took it, slowly leaving his safety net.

“Petey,” you told him, “Little boys have to go to school too.”

You watched as his shoulders deflated and a pout took over his face.

“But, I’ll be there. And if you need anything, you or a teacher can come get me, okay?”

He looked at you sceptically, “Really?”

“Yeah!” you shouted, “We can have our parents tell them when we get there. And if you don’t make any new friends, you already have me, right?”

Peter began to smile, so you kept going, “Plus, school isn’t even hard for you yet. You just have to learn how to write your name and the alphabet. And you get nap time.”

Peter’s face lit up at that, “I get to take a nap?”

You nodded excitedly, “Uh-huh, every day!”

Peter stood to grab his favourite stuffed animal from his bed. It was a brown puppy with glass eyes and matted fur. It seems your pep talk was enough to get him out the door, but his anxiety returned once the walk was complete and you were both standing at the gates of Midtown Elementary. He hid behind May, hand still in hers. Before an adult could do anything, you were back to comforting your friend.

You let go of your father’s hand and held it out to Petey, “Come on, I’m right here.”

Petey hugged you instead, wrapping his pudgy arms around you. You hugged him back resting your chin on his head.

“Promise?” he asked

“Promise.”

You don’t hesitate to throw your arms around him now, holding him as close to you as you could. It’s true that Petey is the stronger one, but right now he needed to be weak, and he trusted you to hold him up.

You hear a pained shout and look to see Peter holding his side as the Goblin is trying his best to stand. 

“How sweet,” he says, voice dripping with condescension. “They’re just alike, your friend and your aunt. I wonder if her death would be just as impactful.”

“She was there because of you. And so is she,” he continued to taunt, looking at you with a sick grin twisting across his face. 

“I may have struck the blow,” he laughs out, “but you— you are the one that killed her. And your friend will die the same way. Can you live with that much blood on your hands?”

You feel your own body trembling with rage and come to the realization that he does, in fact, have a very punchable face. Before you can dwell on it much longer, you see Petey catch something you didn’t even see thrown. 

He rushes forward injecting the cure into his neck, and you watch as the Goblin collapses, hoping it worked. The old man's face scrunches into different emotions: anger, pain, confusion, and then finally, understanding.

“Peter?” He questions, and then his eyes fall on you. “Miss (Y/n)?”

You tear your gaze away from the man, unable to keep your burning hatred for The Green Goblin away from Norman Osborn. The man follows your stare to the other Spider-Man on the ground. He sees, like you, the way Peter's chest is rising and falling with difficulty. The way he’s clutching his side and doing his best to smile.

His voice wavered, coming out close to pathetic. “What have I done?”

Suddenly Pete lands on the platform, and you can’t take it anymore. You fall to your knees beside Peter and reach for one of his hands. You give it a slight squeeze while trying to look over the wound. He makes a sort of shushing noise in an attempt to calm you before saying the least comforting thing you've ever heard.

“I’m good, I’m good. I’ve been stabbed plenty of times.” 

Before you can freak out, the other Peters squat down next to you. Pete gives Petey a warm smile, something indicative of pride. 

“Good catch,” he says, giving Petey a pat on the back.

Petey smiles, a small one, but the first one you’ve seen in a while, “Good throw.”

Crackling fills the air, and you all look up to see purple craters in the sky.

“Woah, is that happening or am I dying?”

You were the only one to speak up- everyone else watching the multiverse fall apart.

“Yeah, yeah, that’s happening—that’s real—you’re not dying.”

He squeezed your hand a bit, muttering, “And the people too?”

You tell him, yes, and before you can ask Petey anything- he’s off. You watch as he makes his way up to the torch, where you can vaguely make out Steven floating high above. 

You let your eyes fall onto the water again. The sun had risen, and you couldn’t help but feel a little hopeful. The amber rays shone over the horizon, dancing across the waves like a flame, and you felt as if they were bringing in a new beginning with them. It was so close to over.

Pete helps Peter to his feet because he insists that he’ll be fine. You take a breath, letting your body express its discomfort. When you turn away from the fallen rubble in front of you, Peter is casting you a winning smile. He pats Pete on the shoulder before standing on his own and taking a few hobbled steps towards you. 

“So this is it,” he says barely above the waves. 

You drop your head, scuffing your shoe against the ground. “Yeah, I guess so.”

You both fought to keep your smiles intact, not wanting to make this moment any sadder than it had to be. 

“So, you ready to get back home?”

Peter let out a dry chuckle, “I guess so, but it’s gonna be hard not to think about all the other homes and people I’m leaving behind.”

“Yeah,” you agree, “you’re gonna be pretty hard to forget. Think you can manage without me?”

It was only partly a joke. You were very worried about the man in front of you. But you refused to admit that your feelings were for any other reason than he was a different version of someone you loved. Your attachment wasn’t to him, just the concept of him. 

“I’ll manage.”

You felt your eyes wet again, and this time you hugged him. You laid your face against his chest, listening to his heart drumming underneath his rib cage. You brought your arms around his waist, bathing in the warmth he emitted. It felt like home. He gave you a squeeze before leaning away but not letting go. His eyes darted around your face as if trying to memorise it.

“Hey, take this,” he removes one of his web shooters from his wrist and hands it to you. “Something to remember me by.”

Suddenly Petey lands back on the shield. It shakes a little from the impact, and Peter steadies you before walking over to the other Spider-Men.

Petey addresses his comrades, telling them, “I think this is it. I think you’re about to go home,” before rambling and stumbling over his words, trying to thank them.

You look up at the breaking sky, figures coming closer and closer to the edge.

Petey hugs his newfound brothers and you feel a tug at your heart. He’s not alone in the universe. There are people who get it in ways that you never could. You hope that his coming days feel a bit brighter with the knowledge.

“I guess I’ll see ya…” he says, a little unsure. 

Then he turns to see you. He rushes into your arms, and you hold him close. 

“So it’s over now?” You ask, your exhaustion a little more evident now that the adrenaline has left your system.

Petey nods his head silently, readjusting his hold on you. When he bumps your arm, you wince. He looks down at the disgusting rag covering up a wound from the battle-his battle-that he dragged you into. 

“(Y/n), I have to tell you something.”

You give him your undivided attention while he struggles to meet your gaze.

“You have to know it’s the only way.”

You felt like you could throw up, “What is it? What did you do?”

“You’re gonna forget who I am.”

You freeze for a moment, connecting the dots slowly but surely. Peter searches your eyes, but all you give him is a blank expression. 

“Eres jodidamente ‘stúpido? No. No. No estás haciendo eso. No me vas a dejar.”

Petey expected your anger and tried to mitigate it, “(Y/n)- (Y/n), calm down. I know you’re upset-”

“Upset? Upset?” You scoffed, “Tienes toda la razón, estoy upset. Esto es locura, es demente.”

“It’s the only way.”

Petey expected you to yell more-to scream-but instead, you began to cry. Petey could count on one hand the number of times he’s seen you cry, and two of those times were over ice cream when you were particularly hormonal. It terrified him to see you like this-so defeated-and all because of him. 

“You promised,” you whispered.

His heart shattered “Hermana-”

The nickname sent you back into a rage, one filled with tears and shaky breath.

“You said you weren’t going anywhere. You promised!”

Petey’s jaw tightened, the muscle flexing around his cuts. “I’m sorry.”

You knew you had lost, so you hugged him, like it was the last time. After a few moments, you gathered yourself, wiping your eyes.

“Go say goodbye to your friends.”

Peter thanked you and turned to walk away, but just before he did he looked back at you. You looked at the man who was once a boy, once yours to protect, and he smiled. 

“Thanks sis, I love you.”

He became smaller and smaller as he flew away. Your mind was spinning. You refused to accept this. Peter hadn’t consulted you before when he cast the spell and everything had fallen apart. Maybe this time you could do something—anything—to save him.

You look up to see Dr Strange. I’m not letting this happen. You haphazardly climb up the scaffolding with the help of your web shooter. The Peters below shout at you to both come back and be careful, but you ignore them.

The metal is cold and slippery to the touch as you make your way up to the torch.

“Steven Strange!”

He looks around for a moment and all but rolls his eyes when he sees you, “I’m focusing here-”

“Yeah, on the entirely wrong thing. I get you have to save the multiverse, but is destroying everything Peter has the answer?”

The man lets out a sigh that tells you he’s earned all the white hairs in his salt and pepper hair.

“Look, I’m not any more happy about it than you are.”

You want to throttle him for his resignation to the situation.

“I’ll do anything.” You plead, “Literally anything, just don’t do this.”

He looks back down at you, and you can see there are tears in his eyes too. “There’s nothing I can do.”

“Make everyone forget Spider-Man!” You shout, “You can build up Spider-Man again, but you can’t just erase Peter Parker.”

“I thought of that; it won’t work. They're all here for Peter, not his alter ego.”

You look up at the spluttering sky, at all the faces waiting to pour through. They’re here for Peter, and you can’t save him. You refuse to give up, feeling a resolve in your stubbornness.

“Okay, cast the spell-fine-but cast another. Leave me something, so I can find him. Because I know he won’t find me. He’s got too much of a hero complex.”

Stephen let’s put a sarcastic laugh, “And you don’t?”

“Please, Strange.” You plead again, like how you plead to a god that didn’t care that your mother was sick all those years ago. “He’ll die on his own. You don’t know him like I do. Please, I can’t lose him.”

He looks at you and you see him break. He lets out an angry growl as the threw out his arms, the band in the sky dispelling and cracking over the distance.

“Give me your hands. Quickly we don’t have much time!”

You extended them out to him as he placed his pointer and ring fingers on the pulse point on your wrist. As he chants a sigil appears there, shining gold swimming on your skin. 

He releases you and you take a second to feel around your body. You don’t feel any different. 

“Find me later, now GO!”

His arms wave with precise direction and you settle with whatever it is he did. You scale back down the scaffolding and find Petey saying goodbye to his friends. He hops up on a platform, taking one last look at the life he’s leaving behind and gives you a smile. You can see the tears in his eyes and you know then that you will find him again if it’s the last thing you do. 

I am slowly but surely emerging from my hovel. Sorry, It's been so long <3

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[cbartonscoffee]

my one takeaway from the daredevil suit introduction scene:

[cyanide-sippy-cup]

Oh, a new TADC episode. Why didn't I get notified? Eh, whatever. Can't wait to watch-

GOOSE WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO MY HEART

[fist-of-vengeance]

funny story. so i recently got my cousin to watch gravity falls, and before she started i tried to gauge how much of the show she'd already had spoiled (considering how impossible it is to exist on the internet without encountering gravity falls in some capacity) and by some MIRACLE she had made it through almost entirely unscathed. she didn't know anything beyond a few character's names, and she had no idea that stan had a twin brother.

of course i vowed to do anything in my power to protect her from spoilers until she finished the show, even if it meant restraining my burning urge to infodump. i needed to preserve this twist for her. however, a problem arose when my other friend found out about my gigantic crush on ford and wanted to tease me for playing the grunkle dating sim while we were at my cousin's house. they made an ambiguous joke about me liking "the grunkle", which my cousin promptly overheard and responded "wait, you like stan???"

i was trapped. I couldn't deny the accusation outright, as i had already admitted to playing a gravity falls dating sim earlier, and i couldn't correct her without revealing the existence of a second grunkle, thereby spoiling the big twist. instead i covered my face in embarrassment and pleaded the fifth, which my cousin took as confirmation.

i have now spent the past week feigning a crush on grunkle stan. i started by keeping to vague comments about liking "a 60 year old man" but eventually i just got invested in the ruse and started making comments about how sexy stan is whenever we watched the show together. at this point i don't even know where the act ends and reality begins. this is just my life now. i am effectively a stan simp. all in the service of protecting my cousin from spoilers. I don't even know who i am anymore.

please help

[spidergrotto]

deadpool and wolverine spoilers :

the fact that they covered peter’s face in the photo with a helmet in deadpool and wolverine HURTS ME SO BAD you don’t understand, I AM SO sad.

[lilydvoratrelundar]

one thing about spiderverse is that some people have an issue with the whole "canon events" conceit, because it's self-referential, particularly in its name. however, i think it demonstrates a willingness to play with the multiverse in a distinct way to almost every other interpretation.

there are two fundamental types of multiverse in media. there's the "branching timelines" multiverse, in which every change, varying from a decision you make to the random movement of an electron results in a different branching timeline. most multiverse storylines that are about individual choice focus on this interpretation, examples including the bulk of marvel's "what if" storylines, everything everywhere all at once, the flash tv show, etc. if a show or series introduces the multiverse for a plotline which shows a potential future, asks what could have been based on one episode going differently, or makes some point about the consequences of one's actions, this is the sort of multiverse that will be introduced.

by contrast, the spider-verse films have what i call "echoing universes." in this multiverse, instead of every universe being a variation based on the timeline being different, these universes revolve around a central conceit - in this case, spider-based superheroes - but there isn't really any way in which these universes could have come about from any sort of identical starting point. however, often when this sort of multiverse is used, there will be elements of plotlines which are the same regardless, because they make for much better parallels between, for example, the ultimate marvel and 616 marvel characters. common inter-franchise interpretations of the cinematic and comic and tv versions of superheroes revolve around this concept, with the similarities being hand-waved away, because it's the multiverse, of course things happened differently in different universes, but they still have spider-man!

the "canon events" of atsv are therefore an in-universe acknowledgement of this concept. and, because this is a story that needs dramatic stakes, preventing one of these "canon events" results in the potential destruction of that universe.

as a sidenote, this is why i really appreciate how atsv has fewer peter parkers in its main cast - pavitr prabhakar has a name based on peter's, but apart from that, the main spiders are gwen, miles, hobie, miguel, margo, jess, and then peter b. it really reinforces the idea that these aren't just various possibilities for one main spider-man; this is a theme that is essential to the multiverse, however it plays out, and therefore it always happens in similar ways, and despite the vast differences between the universes, each one echoes the central ideas of the spider-people.