#☆ﾟ stay on my web with me tonight ↳ peter+gwen ◝

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Done| tasm!peter imagine

Warnings: angsty, fighting, break up

A/N: it’s been a little moment, I need to give my boy some love but I also just feel angsty so….

“PETER, LOOK AT ME!” You screamed at him from the kitchen doorway.

You’d been arguing for the last 10 minutes. You wish you could say this was something new, but this fight had been going on ever since you first met. Peter was in love with you, has always been in love with you, but would rather punish himself than go through what he did with Gwen again. But he could never stay away. He always came running back. Crawling back down into that web that he carefully constructed and built just to trap you and keep you there. But every time that web shook just a little, he’d get cold feet. Instead of staying and facing what came head on or fixing the string that broke, he runs, only to realise he can’t let you go- he needs you. And so he always comes back.

Tonight- tonight was a running night… and you’ve had enough.

He can’t look at you, won’t look at you because he knows he will break.

“I can’t do this again.” You say as you sigh, your hands rubbing away the tears streaking down your face as you turn into the kitchen. “I can’t,” you repeat, more for yourself to keep your conviction than for his benefit. “I can’t.”

You turn and notice the fresh flowers you’d put in a vase not 2 hours ago when he turned up for dinner. You saw them for what they truly were now, apology flowers. You didn’t want them. Before you could fully process the action you had picked up the glass, stormed back into the doorway between the kitchen and living room and thrown them at the wall, just above his head. His head swerved to the side out the way, but still he didn’t get up, he didn’t look at you, he didn’t say anything. He knew there was nothing he could say to make this any better and knew you just needed to get things out of your system.

“We’re done, Peter, okay? We’re done.” You reiterated as you picked up your keys off the counter and started making your way to the front door, you really needed some air before you burnt down the whole apartment with your rage. “Pack up all your shit. I want you gone by the time I come back.” You said, putting on your coat. “And leave your key on the coffee table.”

He just nodded. No final words, no more excuses or apologies. No goodbye. Just a nod of acknowledgment. Is that all you had become- is that all you would be the next time you ran into him.

You’d slammed the door and taken 5 steps down the hall when you froze. No- you realised. You weren’t done. But this fight was.

When you walked back into the apartment Peter was picking up the flowers off of the floor. He places the bunch down onto the coffee table and stuffs his hands into his pockets as you slowly walk towards him.

“I thought you said you were done.”

“I’m not done.” You say quietly, “but this, this is done.” You say to him. “This argument, is done. Peter I’m not Gwen. If I see you swinging towards danger, first thing I do is start running the other way. Why do you keep coming back?” You ask him. You’ve gone so soft, like talking to a toddler. He wants a fight, it’s easier if he has the fight. Then you can paint him as the bad guy and walk away. He can continue to punish himself for something that was never his fault, it was hers. And for him to keep taking that out on you, his anger, his grief, it was wrong. To keep taking it out on himself. It’s wrong.

He’s silent, so you continue, “I’m not your punching bag Peter, I’m your girlfriend- and I have been for 3 years now, whether you like to acknowledge that or not. Peter, look at me,” you ask again, reaching out for him, your hands wrapping around his wrists and pulling his hands from his pockets. “Peter, touch me.” You say softly, guiding his hands to your body. It’s a slow process, but he slowly moves them to the tops of your arms, finally finding a home on your cheeks when he finally looks at you. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere… and we both know neither are you…. This fight is done now. It’s time to move on. It’s time to let her go.”

You watch as his eyes soften, his own fight leaving him because he knows you’re right.

“You’ll never overcome fear of you keep running away.” You remind him. “You’re Spider-Man…” you say, leaving the sentence open for him to finish.

“And Spider-Man never runs away.” He concedes.

“Tell me it’s done. Tell me this fight is done.” You say one last time.

You feel his whole body sigh as he finally concedes, released that control, that power and just begins to float, to survive. “It’s done.” He agrees.

His arms wrap around you and he kisses the top of your head as he holds you tight. “I’m sorry.” He murmurs into your hair.

“I know.” You coo. “I know.”

[softpeeps]

@marvelshe

[softpeeps]

Peter tag drop.

[a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all]

My Hero

Fandom: Marvel, Spider-Man, The Amazing Spider-Man, Peter Parker

Word Count: 4535

TW: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Lies, Explosion, Danger

“Peter! You have to watch this!” You pulled your best friend over to your laptop and hit play. “Can you believe it? Spider-Man took out six armed bank robbers and saved a group of hostages all by himself last night. Oh, oh! Watch this…. Bam! He stopped that guy right before he could harm that lady!” You looked up from the screen and turned to Peter. “Isn’t he amazing!”

But Peter didn’t seem to be as fascinated with the web-slinging superhero as you were. He kept glancing away from the screen and rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t know, he’s okay, I guess. But can’t we do something else? I mean, I thought we were going to study for the chemistry final?”

You scoffed. “Like you need to study. You know more about that stuff than Professor Franklin does. And what’s so wrong about Spider-Man? He’s a hero! He’s saved this city more times than I can count. And have you seen the way he just swings through the city almost like he’s flying? God! It looks like so much fun!” When you noticed Peter’s still not really listening to you, you swatted him on the arm. “What’s your problem with him? You always change the subject when I bring him up.”

He shifted uncomfortably. “Nothing, I just don’t, uh, keep up with him, that’s all.”

“How can you not keep up with this! Here, I have a bunch of videos saved of his top rescues, his most daring acts, and his coolest moments. One sec.”

You opened up your list of saved videos and felt the blood rush to your face immediately when the first three to pop up were all related to the hottest Spider-Man shots. You tried to play any other video as quickly as possible but ended up clicking on “Spider-Man’s Best ASSets” and the screen soon filled with quick shots of the hero’s backside in his tight costume. You slammed the lid shut on your computer as quickly as you could.

Taking a deep breath, you slowly turned to face Peter, expecting him to look just as embarrassed as you felt. Instead, he had a smug, almost cocky expression on his face. “So, that’s what you like about Spider-Man, huh?” He raised his eyebrows at you as he took a drink of his juice.

“No! That’s not….I mean…that’s not the only reason.”

Peter sputtered, inhaling half of his mouthful of drink which soon had him doubled over in a huge coughing fit. When he was able to compose himself, he stared at you wide-eyed. “Wait…. Are you serious?”

Keep reading “I mean, just because I admire him for his heroics and selfless acts doesn’t mean I can’t admire him for his more…physical attributes too.”

“Wait, so Gigs…. Do you have a crush on Spider-Man?”

You glanced down at the floor. “Maybe… just a little.” You quickly tried to elaborate. “But it’s like a celebrity crush! You know, the kind when you know, realistically, you’ll never meet the person or whatever but it’s just nice to imagine.”

Peter suddenly looked rather uncomfortable again and you sighed in frustration. “Oh, come on! You gush about your little crush on Gwen all the time, but I’m not allowed to talk about my crush on Spider-Man?”

He gave you a one shoulder shrug as he mumbled, “That’s different. Could we, uh, just maybe talk about something else?” He glanced at his watch and grimaced. “Actually, it’s getting late. I should probably be heading home.”

“What? But I thought you were staying for pizza tonight?”

“I want to…but I – my aunt needs me to, uh, help her tonight.”

You groaned loudly. “Peter, you’ve used that excuse every night for the past week! I get your aunt needs extra help around the house since your uncle died but come on! And every time I offer to go over and help you, you have a different excuse why I can’t! Do you… do you just not like hanging out with me anymore?”

“What? No, Giggles, of course not. I just… some stuffs been going on and I’ve been going through… changes lately that I’m trying to figure out. I’m sorry, I just need…I need some time. But it’s not you, I swear!”

You just stared blankly at him for a moment. “…. Is that a weird euphemism for puberty?”

“Yes! I mean, uh, yeah, that’s– that’s what I meant.”

You didn’t believe him for a second. For one thing, you and Peter had already navigated the worst of the strange and magical hell that was puberty a few years ago. His six-inch growth spurt in 10th grade was proof enough of that. Besides, you both had been surprisingly open with each other about stuff like that. And for another thing, after almost 13 years of friendship, you could tell when Peter was lying. And, boy, was he lying now. But if he felt this was something he had to deal with on his own, you had no choice but to respect that.

So, you just nodded softly at him. “Okay, but Peter… you know you can tell me anything, right? No matter what it is, I’m here for you.”

His face softened a little as he gave you a small smile. “I know, Gigs. And I’m always here for you.” Yet as he grabbed his skateboard and headed out of your room, you couldn’t help but wonder if that was still true.

Over the next week, you barely saw Peter outside of school. Every time you tried to make plans or just hang out, he came up with some excuse for why he couldn’t. You could feel your best friend slipping through your fingers and you still had no idea why.

And the worst part was, he was more than a best friend to you. Even though you had never said anything to him or tried to make a move out of the friend zone, you had been head-over-heels for Peter for years. What had initially started out as a genuine friendship between two little kids, had grown and developed right alongside them, until it was now at the point that it almost hurt how much you cared about him. But you knew you were nothing more than a friend to him. His constant rants about the perfect Gwen Stacy had made that abundantly clear. Yet you would prefer Peter in your life anyway you could get him to not at all, which was why his constant avoidance of you hurt so much.

But miraculously, the following Monday, you managed to convince him to walk with you to your favorite bodega to pick up some sandwiches.

Afterwards, as the two of you headed back to the subway, food in hand, you finally got up the courage to address the growing distance. “Peter, we need to talk about something.”

He glanced nervously at you. “Uh, sure, what’s up?”

“I don’t know what's been going on with you lately but something’s different. You’re pushing me away and I can’t figure out why. You keep saying it’s not me but how can I think it’s not when you barely talk to me anymore?”

“No, it has nothing to do with– Gigs, I– I mean, I can’t–” Suddenly, he stopped, his eyes growing wide, and he tackled you to the ground.

Seconds later, the building halfway down the block exploded. Rubble and dust rained down, but Peter’s body above you blocked most of the debris. You looked up at him with wide eyes, vaguely wondering in the back of your mind how he knew to push you down, but you were more focused on the chaos around you. People were screaming and running, but you saw a few bodies closer to the explosion lying motionless on the ground. Horrified, you scrambled to your feet, tightly grabbing onto Peter’s hand.

“Go!” He yelled above the noise, “Go!”

You took off running, Peter close on your heels, hand still firmly locked in yours. A second explosion sounded and a fresh wave of people pushed past you. In the commotion, your hand was wrenched from Peter’s. Desperately looking around, you couldn’t spot him anywhere. Even screaming his name at the top of your lungs did nothing to help locate your best friend. You tried your best to hang back, scanning the crowd for him until you were one of the last people still upright in this part of the street.

Suddenly, a third explosion sounded from directly above you. Looking up, you watched in horror as a large chunk of the building you were standing next to came hurtling down at you. All you had time to do was squeeze your eyes shut and brace yourself for your inevitable fate.

But just before you were crushed, you felt something slam into your side, sweeping you off your feet. An arm wrapped protectively around your waist, and you opened your eyes to stare into the familiar mask you had seen on in videos for the past six months.

“Hold on, I got you.” Spider-Man said. You glanced down and for the first time noticed you were soaring high above the street. Frantically, you wrapped your arms and legs around your savior and held on for dear life. You could feel him chuckling under your grasp, even as the sound was lost behind the wind and his mask.

Finally, once he was a safe distance away, he lowered you both to the ground. As he set you down, you collapsed to the sidewalk as your legs turned to jelly. He bent down next to you, carefully cupping your cheek in his covered hand as he examined your face. “Hey, hey, are you okay?”

“You-you’re Spider-Man. And you just– you saved my life. Oh my God! Than-thank you!”

“Yeah, don’t mention it. Now, are you alright?” He turned your face to meet his orb-like lenses in his mask. His voice seemed oddly familiar though muffled and slightly distorted through the fabric covering his mouth, and, for some reason, it put you at ease instantly.

“I’m fine, thanks to you.”

He nodded. “Good. Now, you’ll be safe here until someone can come check on you, but I have to go stop whoever’s behind this. I need you to stay right in this spot, okay? Can you promise me that?”

“Yes, I mean, sure.” You were still a little shaken from the previous ordeal and slightly starstruck from meeting your hero, but you grabbed his arm just as he was about to leap into the air. “Wait! My friend. He was right next to me, then I turned around and he was gone. Please, you have to make sure he’s safe. I can’t – I – Please, don’t let anything happen to him.”

Even though you couldn’t see the eyes behind the mask, you could feel his eyes boring into you. “I promise, your friend will be fine. Now, stay here.” And with that, he was gone.

You sat on the curb for almost an hour, somewhat in shock, as you waited for any news about Peter. An emergency worker came over to see if you needed help, but you waved him off, muttering, “I promised I would stay right here.” After a few minutes of trying to coax you to get checked out, he finally left to help someone who actually wanted the assistance.

Finally, you saw a familiar, lanky form rushing towards you. He was limping almost imperceptibly, and he had a large bruise on his face, but besides that, Peter looked perfectly fine. When he saw you sitting alone, he sped up, only giving you just enough time to stand up before he was crushing you in his arms.

“Hey, are you okay?” He released you just enough so that he could look you over.

But you tore yourself from his embrace, tears building up in the corners of your eyes. “Where the hell were you?”

“I was– I tried to go find help. I thought…I-I figured you would be safe where you were.”

“I turned around and I couldn’t find you! I was all alone, and I was so scared!”

“Aw, Giggles, it’s alright. You’re okay.”

Peter tried reaching out to pull you into another hug, but you jerked away from him, tears now streaming down your face. “I wasn’t scared for me, you idiot! I didn’t see you and I was so scared something happened to you! Now it turns out you just ran away and left me there! What the hell, Parker!”

He looked stunned as he tried to find any words that could explain his actions, but of course, there were none. “I didn’t– I mean, no of course– well, I did but not– you don’t understand!”

“You’re damn right I don’t!” He tried to gently touch your arm, but once again you yanked it from his grasp. “No! Don’t touch me! Peter, I needed you and you left me there. If Spider-Man hadn’t shown up….. We always promised to have each other’s backs and when I needed you most……Just stay away from me.” You rushed past him and hurried down the street. And even over the commotion and noise, you could still hear him calling after you. But you didn’t hesitate as you rounded the corner and disappeared from his sight.

The next 36 hours go by in a blur. When you got home and explained to your parents what happened, they demanded you go to the emergency room to get checked out even though you insisted you were fine. And five hours later, you were headed back home with a piece of paper proving that fact. Thankfully, your mom let you skip school the next day, so you slept in until well past noon.

When you woke up, your phone was full of texts and missed calls from Peter, but you ignored them all. And when he stopped by after school to see how you were doing, your mom sent him away per your instructions. You hadn’t told her exactly what happened with him, but she trusted you enough to listen to your request without explanation.

The news was saying that some lunatic had set off the explosions as a diversion to rob a medical facility a few blocks over. Once Spider-Man had rescued as many people as possible at your location, he had swung over and nabbed the guy before he could get away. You spent the whole afternoon devouring any and all news coverage, cell phone footage, and firsthand reports you could find. You even caught a few glimpses of Spider-Man rescuing you seconds before the building fell on you. But that part was a little harder to watch.

However, that was this afternoon and now it was night. You were laying on the roof of your apartment building staring up at the stars. You and Peter had built a little lean-to up here a few years ago where you stored a few blankets and pillows for just such an activity. However, it felt strange being up here without your best friend. Or former best friend. Or whatever he was now.

Suddenly, you heard a thud nearby, followed by a slightly muffled, “Hi there.”

Sitting up quickly, your eyes grew wide in astonishment as you stared at the person who had just landed next to you. “Sp-Spider-Man! Hi! I mean, wh-what are you doing here?”

“I just happened to be swinging by and saw you up here all by yourself. I recognized you from yesterday and wanted to see how you were doing.”

You felt heat rising in your face as you stammered, “Y-you remembered m-me?”

“Sure. You made quite the impression.”

“Really? I’m sorry, I just can’t believe it! I love you!” The heat in your face grew more intense. “I mean, I don’t…not like that, but, I-I just think you are amazing! The things you do for the people of this city! You’re a hero!”

Now it was Spider-Man’s turn to seem flustered. “Well, I mean, kinda I guess, but…Hey, uh, did you ever find your friend?”

The wild grin instantly fell from your face. “Yeah. He was perfectly fine.”

“Oh…Well, it doesn’t sound like you are. Do you wanna talk about it?”

“No………………Peter has been my best friend for as long as I can remember. We’ve done everything together, shared everything together. I can’t even remember the last time he used my real name! It’s always been my dorky nickname he gave me when we were 8. He’s my person, or at least….I thought he was.” You looked sadly down at the gravelly roof beneath your feet.

“Lately, he’s been pulling away from me and then yesterday he left me on my own when I needed him most. He means so much to me, he means everything to me, but I just…” You glanced up to see Spider-Man watching you with his unblinking eyes and you were instantly mortified. You whirled around so your back was to him as you tried to wipe away the tears forming in your eyes. “I am so sorry! I’m sure you’re incredibly busy and you don’t need to be listening to some stupid teenager’s drama.”

“Aw, Gigs, it’s alright. You’re okay.”

You froze, tears instantly drying up before they can fall. Only one person in the world called you Gigs or Giggles, and that phrase was exactly what he had said to you yesterday. Slowly, you turned around to face the masked hero and in a voice that wasn’t much more than a whisper, you asked, “Peter?”

You watched him tense up as he realized his mistake. “What? No. I’m, uh, not…No! I don’t even…know any Peters. Maybe, ah, Peter……Pan. Th-that’s a Peter, but not, not me!”

“Peter.” You said again with a little more force, slowly stalking towards him.

“Ha, well, uh, I think it’s about time for me to, um, be swinging away now. Lots of…. crime to stop and, uh, such– such things.”

You stopped directly in front of him, glaring furiously up at his covered face. And before he could stop you, you reached up and tore the mask from his head, revealing the anxious face of your best friend. A million emotions flowed through you at once and you weren’t sure how to react, but as soon as he smiled sheepishly at you and muttered a small, “H-hi, Gigs.” it set you off.

“Are you shitting me right now! That’s all you have to say for yourself! You’ve been lying to me for months, if not longer!” You turned and stormed off to the other side of the roof still ranting the entire way. “Like really Peter, how could you not tell me! You’ve been Spider-Man this whole time and you didn’t say anything! Even when I would show you videos or photos, you just sat there and let me go on like an idiot, while the whole time it was you under the mask!”

You opened your mouth to scream some more when a realization hit you. You froze in place and all the anger instantly left your body. Turning slowly to face him, you whispered, “And… you saved me. You saved me yesterday and all I did was accuse you of abandoning me.”

“Gigs, I would never have left you if I didn’t think it was the best way to keep you safe. I swear, if I didn’t think I could protect you there, I would have immediately swung you away. I don’t care who would have found out who I am. I never meant for you to think I didn’t care about you, or I didn’t have your back. Because I do…. I always do.”

“Peter,” you weren’t even sure how to put how you were feeling into words. “I’m so sorry. I should never have doubted you. Of course, you wouldn’t have just left me there. I should have known that. And I’m sorry I got mad just now. It would have been nice if you had felt like you could trust me with your secret, but, honestly, I get why you didn’t.”

“No,” Peter took a few steps in your direction, closing the gap slightly between you. “I trust you with my life! I was just afraid if you knew, it might put you in danger. And I would do anything to keep that from happening, even if it meant you losing your faith in me.”

Chuckling softly, you shook your head as you looked at the ground. “I feel like such an idiot. As many times as I watched all those videos and news coverage, I never realized it was you behind the mask. Though, leave it to me to get a crush on two guys just for them to turn out to be the same guy.”

Peter’s face shifted, his mouth hanging open slightly and his brow furrowing as he stared at you. “Get a crush on two… but…”

The slow realization of what you had just said creeped over you and you buried your face in your hands. “Oh my God. Peter, I’m sorry, I… I didn’t mean…you weren’t supposed to find out… especially like this. Just forget I said anything.” You turned your back on him again, too embarrassed to look him in the eye. “Please, don’t let this change anything between us. You’re my best friend and I don’t want to lose you and that’s why I neve-”

Mid-sentence, you hear a whip and something sticky grabbed at your hip. Before you could react, you were twirled around as the sticky substance yanked you backwards. You collided with Peter, ending up nestled snugly in his surprisingly muscular arms. As you stared up into his eyes, he reached up a hand and wrapped it around the back of your neck, pulling you in closer to him as he crashed his mouth into yours. For a moment you allowed yourself to fall into him, savoring the feeling of his lips on yours.

But then, you pulled back, breathless and confused. “But what– Peter, I don’t understa–”

“Just shut up. I’ve wanted to do this for way too long.” And then his mouth was on yours once again. This time, you don’t fight it. Instead, you leaned into the kiss just as furiously as he did. As his hands grasped your face, yours threaded through his tousled hair as you let out a small moan of pleasure. You had been dreaming of this moment for so long, you could scarcely believe it was really happening.

Far sooner than you would have liked, the two of you broke apart, each struggling to catch your breath. As Peter rested his head against yours, he muttered, “I should have done that years ago.”

Nudging his nose with yours, you asked, “So, why didn’t you?”

“I– I didn’t think you felt the same way.”

“Yeah, neither did I. Especially since you’ve been talking about Gwen so much lately.”

“Are you kidding me? I’ve had a crush on you since we met! I only started thinking about Gwen because I figured I’d never have a chance with you. But it’s always been you, Gigs. Always.”

You leaned forward and once again captured his lips with yours. This time, the kiss was not as heated, but more tender, drawn out. It was unlike any kiss you had ever had before, and you couldn’t get enough. Because it was Peter. And no one else would ever make you feel the way he did. Especially now that you knew the truth.

As you pulled away from the kiss, you whispered. “Peter, I want you to know, this doesn’t change anything. I meant what I said before. You are a hero. You’ve done so much for so many people, and I am so proud of you.”

He ran his thumb across your cheek. “Gigs, I only know how to be a hero because you showed me how. You’re the one who taught me to be brave and strong and stand up for those who can’t stand up for themselves. Ever since that day in kindergarten when you pushed Flash down on the playground and told him to stop picking on me, you’ve been my hero.”

Your face grew warm as you listened to his words. “Peter, that was nothing.”

“No, Giggles, it was everything.”

“Well, I guess we'll just have one pretty heroic relationship then, huh.”

Now it was Peter’s turn to flush slightly as he ran his hand nervously through his hair. “So, yeah, about that… What does this mean for us, uh, now? Should-should I ask you out? On like a date? Are we still just, um,….friends? Something more?”

You laughed, wrapping your arms around his waist. “Peter, we’ve been practically dating since we were five. We spend every free moment together, we’ve experienced all of life’s ups and downs with one another, and we know everything there is to know about each other. Let’s not ruin that by trying to force the awkward beginning of the relationship stuff.” You thought for a minute then said, “How about this….we both admit to liking each other for years, so why don’t we just make tonight our one-year anniversary?”

He scoffed softly. “You can’t just retroactively decide we were a couple for the past year.”

“Why not? Besides kissing and…other such things… tell me one thing couples do that we haven’t done for each other this past year? We go to movies, hang out, buy each other gifts, talk or text constantly when we’re not together, support each other through the bad times. That sounds like a relationship to me.”

“Damn,” Peter muttered. “I guess you’re right. We’ve been dating and not even realizing it.”

“Told you! So, if we’ve been going out for the last year, what was our first date?”

He thought for a moment before a wide smile stretched across his face. “When we went to that horrible scary movie, and you spent the whole thing with your face buried in my shoulder.”

“And you wrapped your arms around me and whispered that you would protect me.” You nodded with your own smile. “I like it. It’s the perfect first date.”

“So, then, what was our second date?”

You don’t even hesitate. “When we went to Coney Island and rode rides all day until you puked.”

“Of course, you would pick that.” Peter chuckled. “But then on the subway home, you let me lay my head in your lap while you stroked my hair and told me you had me. I was so mad when we reached our stop and we had to leave.”

“Well, it sounds like we’ve had some pretty romantic dates.”

“Yeah, it does. And I still can’t believe I never noticed until now,” he said, staring deeply into your eyes. “So, if this is supposed to be our one-year anniversary, how are we celebrating?”

“Well….I’ve always wanted to see the city from above.” You slung your arms around Peter’s neck as you jumped up, wrapping your legs around his waist. Pulling his mask back over his face, you whispered, “Show me what you got, Spider-Man.”

[lostinspidey]

hi there!!! i’m like super really sick and feel all yucky and reading your stuff while i’ve been cooped up has helped a bunch. could i request a stark!reader and peter blurb where tony keeps catching them making out and makes a joke like “are you having sex with my daughter parker?” and then it’s all quiet and your both like “... shit” and idk if you’ve seen spider-man w andrew garfield but tht scene where he pulls gwen to him with his webs??? yeah.... that (hs too?)

the compound is quiet.

in retrospect, it’s probably too quiet. typically your ears are able to pick up on some sort of noise - nat and clint playfully bickering down the hall or steve blending one of his protein shakes in the kitchen. 

but tonight, perched at a table in your father’s lab, there’s none of that. just the sound of you and peter flipping through the pages of your math textbook, broken up by bits of playful conversation and stealing from each other’s stash of snacks.

“pete,” you pipe up. “are we the only ones here?”

he’s sitting at the other end of the table, diligently copying a list of equations into his notebook. he looks up at you after finishing off a series of numbers and letters, one of your twizzlers dangling from the corner of his mouth. 

“i dunno,” he says. “are we?”

“it’s just… it’s quiet, don’t you think? maybe everyone went out for dinner?”

“could be.” he shrugs. “i mean, usually someone comes into the lab to bother us by now.”

you nod slowly. peter stands up, a smile making its way onto his lips as he walks towards you. the look in his eye makes you bashfully look away, cheeks already hot and flustered.

“so…” he eventually says. “we’re alone, huh?”

you set your pencil down, perch your chin against your hand. “in my father’s lab, peter? really?”

“what? i - no! i just want a kiss. please?”

you finally manage to peer up at him, at the endearing pull of his brow and the puppy dog look in his eye that he’s managed to master in an impressively short amount of time. not that you need much convincing.

you inch forward in your seat, tilting your head up towards him with a sly smile. “well, why didn’t you just say so?” you ask.

peter leans in slowly, closing the gap between you for a kiss that’s too short and too sweet. he seems a little surprised when you lull him back in, your hands eagerly holding onto the front of his shirt while his make their way to the sides of your face, pulling you in closer. deeper. it’s probably a bit strange, you think, that his kisses still feel this nice, even after all this time.

eventually he pulls away, and your eyes snap open at the realization that you and peter just kissed. in your father’s lab. the one place you’re sure he’d be the least happy with.

“thank god the security cameras are off,” you breathe.

peter chuckles at the look on your face, brushing the tip of his nose against yours. “shoot, i was hoping we could rewatch that later.”

“peter!”

“i’m kidding!”

you bite down on your lip to keep from grinning too hard, then press another tiny kiss against the corner of his mouth. “if we’re gonna do this, maybe we should -”

“ahem.”

the two of you jump in unison. you fight the urge to groan, unwillingly meeting the gaze that is staring you down from the doorway. your father stands with his eyebrows raised, eyes flickering between you and peter, unable to determine who deserves the brunt of his anger.

peter’s hands slip from your face, his arms falling back down to his sides, but it’s too late. however much of that your father saw, it was enough for him to learn the truth.

you clear your throat, trying - and failing - to add a little nonchalance to your voice. “hey dad!”

“was there a bug in her eye, pete?”

of course he’d settle on your poor, innocent boyfriend. if your cheeks weren’t burning before, they sure as hell are now. 

peter wrinkles his nose, risking a glance down at you. “i - what?”

“was there a bug in my daughter’s eye?” he crosses his arms. “is that why you were standing so close to her?”

peter opens his mouth to respond, closes it, then opens it again, staring at your father with his face frozen in fear. 

you push your chair out and stand up, making sure to leave enough space between the two of you. “we thought you went out, dad.”

“we did. team dinner. brought you back from shawarma.” he brings up one of his hands, revealing a carryout bag. “although, i can see the two of you have already had plenty.”

“dad -”

“time to go, pete.” he waves peter over, casting you a look of disapproval. “we’ll talk about this tonight, alright y/n?”

you let out a sigh, nodding your head despite the fact that you don’t want to. despite the fact that it means you’ll probably never get to be alone with peter in the lab anymore, because it’s pretty clear that, no, there wasn’t a bug in your eye. if you try to come up with an excuse right now - with a flustered peter standing next to you - the truth will come out eventually.

peter’s quick to pack up his stuff, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. however, he stops in his tracks once he leaves the table, glancing over his shoulder at you. 

peter, no.

“mr. stark?” he says.

“are you sure you wanna explain yourself right now, spiderling?”

“i was the one who kissed y/n.”

you latch onto peter’s arm, eyes wide as saucers. “peter, what are you -”

“she tried to tell me we shouldn’t kiss in your lab. uh, multiple times, actually. but i didn’t listen.”

your father keeps his arms crossed, blinking once at peter. he takes this as a sign to continue, speaking with a newfound sense of confidence.

“but i wouldn’t have kissed her if i didn’t have feelings for her, mr. stark. genuine feelings. and i know we’re young and we may not know what genuine feelings are just yet, but i can assure you i haven’t felt this way about anybody besides aunt may.”

he stops when he notices you and your father exchange confused glances. “n-not like - ew. i mean that i care a lot about her. i feel like i wanna… protect her. does that make sense?”

your dad’s still staring at peter when he finishes speaking, nurturing a silence that gets more and more uncomfortable as the seconds tick by. then, right when you swear you can see his gaze start to soften, he turns around, motioning for you all to follow him.

“come on. eat your shawarma in the living room where i can keep my eye on you and then maybe i’ll let peter stay.”

beside you, peter lets out a breath of relief. “yes, sir.”

you catch your dad’s eye before he leaves, mouthing a small thank you. you realize he’ll still want to talk later - probably when pepper gets home from work - but to say you expected this would be a bit of an understatement. your dad’s always been a hopeless romantic, but never when it comes to you. go figure.

he disappears back down the hallway, but before you can follow him, you feel something strong pulling against the back of your shirt, whipping you around and planting you inches away from peter. 

“whoa!”

you practically fall into him, and he helps you catch your balance, smiling that same smile from just moments ago.

this time, you immediately smile back, curling your fingers around the web shooters on his wrists. “you gave that whole speech, and you still wanna try to kiss me in my dad’s lab?”

“who said i wanna kiss you?” he teases, lips already grazing yours. 

you roll your eyes. “thought your feelings for me were genuine.”

“shut up.”

peter laughs, and now you’re the one who leans in, planting your lips sweetly against his to show him that your feelings are genuine, too. his arms slide around your waist, pulling your torsos together, and you nearly forget all about what just happened until -

“thin ice, you two!” your dad’s voice booms from down the hall, causing the two of you to jump out of each other’s arms. “thin ice!”

“coming, mr. stark!” peter yells back. all you can do cover your mouth to keep from laughing, thinking that if thin ice isn’t the same thing as broken, and you and peter both feel a certain way about each other, maybe that’s enough for it all to be okay.

[softpeeps]

@hopelasts

underrated soft naley moments ( 10 / ∞ )

[the-stark-bunch]

Rivals Finally /

Crush Part 1

Riri looked up from her workstation in the lab to the clock on the wall. It was already almost 2:00 a.m. and she knew Tony would throw a fit if they stayed up any later.

Peter was hard at work on new web shooters that would allow him to use less of his natural web fluid. Gifts from Wade Howlett and Harry Osborn were dotted around his portion of the lab, all chocolates and chimichanga bouquets eaten. Riri and Harley were actually the ones who ate most of the stuff, seeing as Riri was a sucker for fried food and Harley loved the expensive, fancy chocolates that Harry imported from various countries.

Harley was half asleep, hunched over his latest design of the Iron Lad suit. He was wearing a shirt Ned designed for him as a birthday present the year before that read “Not Iron Lad”. It was a personal joke among the OG friend group (which consisted of Peter, Harley, Ned, Shuri, Riri and Yukio), poking fun at Harley hating the name Iron Lad. His section of the lab was clean for the most part besides a few crushed cans of double shot Starbucks, an oil rag and a picture of his deceased mother and sister.

The last few days, Harley has gotten quieter than usual. He typically only opened his mouth to make smart remarks and work the room if needed, but these days all he seemed to bother talking for was debate team at school. He was starting to seem annoyed by the whole rivalry between Wade and Harry, but always shrugged it off when anyone asked why he was no longer interested. Peter had figured out about the small war of affection, and he found it flattering, but just like Riri he was much more worried about Harley.

“Pete, Harls,” Riri called to get her surrogate brothers’ attention. “We should head off to bed, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Peter agreed, shutting his area down.

When Harley didn’t move, Riri tried again, “Harley, come on. It’s late. Don’t you want to sleep in your bed?”

“Huh?” He finally heard her and looked up. “Yeah, yeah, you’re right.”

The older sister helped Harley up while Peter shut the rest of the lab down for them. Together, they made their way upstairs to the family residential floor of Stark Tower. Tony didn’t usually sleep on this floor unless one of the kids’ therapists suggested their mental state was declining, so it was no surprise that the master bedroom was empty.

“Want to have a sleepover tonight?” Riri asked once they got to the end of the hall.

“In Dad’s room?” Peter raised an eyebrow.

“It’s not like he’s using it right now,” she shrugged.

The three broke off to their own rooms to shower and change into pajamas. After grabbing a few things, they met back up in the now lit master bedroom and set up their pillow and blanket fort.

They all laid together cuddling, their positions subconsciously tactical in case of a late night attack. Being the youngest and weakest of the three, Harley was positioned in between his two siblings. Peter was the second oldest and physically strongest, so he was by the window, and Riri being the oldest was closest to the door to put herself between the most likely case of danger and her brothers.

“Are either of you awake?” Riri asked thirty minutes into trying to fall asleep. Both boys made small noises of acknowledgement, Peter turning to looked at her over Harley’s head.

“Howlett And Osborn seems to be calming down a bit lately,” she said.

Peter nodded, “I think they are running out of ideas.”

“Have you decided which one you like more?”

“It was never a competition.”

“I’m guessing that means you aren’t going to tell?”

Peter laughed at his sister, “No, I don’t plan on it. Not yet. Do you have a crush on anyone?”

“Pete, I’m eighteen,” she rolled her eyes. “I don’t get crushes. But... I think there is someone I like.”

“Who?”

“I’m not telling you,” Riri hit him with a pillow. “A secret for a secret.”

“You’re both so weird,” Harley laughed under his breath, not opening his eyes.

“Oh is that so?” Riri met eyes with Peter, then propped herself on her elbow. “And do tell, little brother, do you have a crush on anyone?”

Harley’s cheeks turned crimson. Without a word, he pulled the silk sheets over his head. That was answer enough.

“My baby brother has a crush,” Peter gasped.

“I’m not a baby, I’m two years younger than you!” Harley’s voice came muffled from under the sheets.

“Our little cynic is all grown up,” Riri faked to fan tears from her eyes.

“Who is it?” The older brother demanded, pulling the sheets down so they could see Harley again.

“No.”

“Harls, you have to tell us,” Riri begged.

“I don’t have to tell you anything.”

“Yes you do,” Peter said. “We are your older siblings. As baby brother, your secrets are our business.”

“That’s so unfair!” Harley said, glaring up at them.

A grin broke out across both the siblings’ faces, and Harley didn’t have time to react before they descended upon him with tickles.

“Stop!” Harley cries through fits of giggles and laughter. “Dad is going to- hear us- and get mad-“

“If you tell us who your crush is, we will stop,” Riri said singsong.

“Never!”

“Fine, just know you have dug your own grave,” Peter smirked, pinning his brother’s arms so that he couldn’t push them away.

After a little more struggling, Harley finally said, “It doesn’t matter who it is, he will never like me back!”

Peter and Riri stopped at that and frowned at each other.

“Harls, you can’t say that,” Peter said carefully. “He could love you back right now and you just don’t know it.”

“Even if he doesn’t like you, that doesn’t mean he never will,” Riri finished.

“I’m plain to him,” Harley looked away, trying to hide his red face. “I’m just some kid from the south with a heart disease. He doesn’t like me, I know he doesn’t. He never will. There’s no adventure in being with me, and that’s what he wants. That’s what he likes.”

The other two knew there was nothing they could say to make this better. Harley hasn’t had problems with his heart since the transplant, but they always knew there was a cliff hanging off ever breath. He was a cynic due to experience, and nothing could sway him once he made up his mind on a matter.

Both of them laid back down, cuddling their little brother close. It was right before she drifted of, that Riri connected the dots.

Harley being so quiet, having a crush on a boy who liked adventure and clearly didn’t have a crush on him back. It was all so obvious, she should have noticed sooner.

The last thing she saw was Peter’s sleepy, lidded eyes looking back at her, having made the same connection.

~~~

Riri and Peter called an emergency friend meeting the next day when Harley went to physical therapy with their uncle Rhodey. Not everyone was there, but the people who needed to be were. Yukio, Ned, Betty and Liz day on one side of the long conference table. On the other side was Eddie, Flash, Gwen, MJ and Shuri. At the head were the two siblings, of course, waiting for Wade and Harry to officially begin business.

Harry got there at 9:00 a.m. sharp, the exact time the meeting was supposed to start. Wade got there fifteen minutes late. Both sat at the other end of the table from Riri and Peter.

“I’m sure you are all very confused about why I called an emergency meeting while Harley is unable to attend,” Riri said, standing. “I will explain it all in a bit. For now, please listen to Peter present our dilemma. Peter, the floor is yours.”

Peter nodded and stood as she sat. “As you all have seen, and made bets upon, Wade and Harry both are pinning after me. Harley was the first to notice the growing dispute, and the first to get fully engaged in the outcome. The last few weeks though, he has been avoiding the situation. Can anyone tell me why?”

“He doesn’t want to see you getting hurt over having to chose the results,” Betty offered.

“He lost interest,” Liz suggested.

“Both of those are possibilities,” Peter agreed. “But it’s more complicated than that.”

“Is he sick?” Flash asked in a slight panic. “Did he get hurt?”

“No, no,” Riri tried to call their friend. “If he was sick, we would have told you all right away.

“Riri and I think we figured it out last night,” Peter continued. He looked far across the table to the boys who had been fighting for his heart. Harry looked extremely worried for his friend, while Wade looked about ready to run out of the room to hunt Harley down. He couldn’t help the twitch of a smile at his lips from their concern for his brother.

Riri took Peter’s hand to get his attention, guiding him to sit back down.

“Boys,” she carefully looked up at the conflicting love interests. “You both love Harley, correct?”

“Of course,” Harry said.

“Who couldn’t?” Wade added. “He’s so sassy, and small. I get overprotective around him all the time.”

“And you love me?” Peter asked.

“Yes,” both said.

“Well, then you need to keep open minds, and kind hearts, as to what I’m about to say,” Riri said, looking between them.

When she was sure both of them were listening, she took a deep breath, and prayed she was right.

“You both love Peter,” she restated, “but Harry, I don’t think you are in love with Peter.”

“What do you mean?” Harry looked taken aback.

“Harry, your brain tricked your heart into loving Peter, but I’m reality, you love someone else,” she said with great pity. Everyone was looking at Harry now. They had figured it out too.

“You’ve been projecting your feeling for that person onto me, because you know the risk of loving them,” Peter said.

“I still don’t understand,” Harry shook his head. Even Wade was now looking at him with a pitiful understanding.

“Harry,” Riri walked over to him, taking his hands in hers as she crouched in front of him. “You are in love with Harley.”

It took him a few moments. Many emotions crossed his face in those moments. Confusion, realization, terror, regret, fear and understanding.

He settled on saying the most graceful thing he could muster at the time.

“Oh shit.”

[fatandnerdy30]

Little Orphan Spider 6

By the time it hit six-thirty, everyone was tired. Peter had finished his assignments early and had found an glove from a prototype bot and had been programming it to wave and do all types of signals every time someone spoke to it, when a buzzer went off, scaring the teen.

"It's time to give up for the day," Gwen called to the room. "Have a good day and we'll see everyone on tomorrow, okay?" She looked towards Peter and winked. "I'll be speaking to Mr. Stark after you leave, since he gave us the problem to solve. I'm sure he thought it was a challenge." The teen stiffened. Tonight? She was going to tell Mr. Stark tonight? "See you tomorrow." Gwen waved to the boy as he hurried out of the room. "He is so adorable."

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Peter was running out of the building by then, getting a 'have a good night, Peter' from Friday, which made him feel good. He ran to the front door and rushed out, desperate to get out and fly about the city on webs. Skipping the subway, he ducked into a secluded spot in the Empire Gardens and suited up. Pulling on his mask, he shot a web to a tree and ricocheted off the branches in order to shoot a web higher and he was in the air. Above the city, past all the smog, the world was clean. Flying through the air, he couldn't hear any of the sirens above the wind, he could only see skies and the reflection of the clouds off building windows. This was his world. On his way home, Peter stopped a bank robbery and helped save a cat in a tree, so he landed in an alleyway next to the group home and got changed quickly before walking to the front door and going in. "It's only Peter," he called tiredly, locking the door behind him before hearing footsteps come running towards him. "Peter!"Mr. Martin cried, sliding to a stop in front of the teen, who stared at him with a shocked expression. "What did you do today?!" The brunette raised an eyebrow in confusion. "I-I don't think I did anything, Mr. Martin..."

"Apparently you did something....because I got a call from Ms. Potts.....Tony wants you to come stay with him for two months." Peter stood there for a minute, shocked, before his eyes widened. "WHAT!?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Tony stood before a room of reporters with his 'interview smile', as he called it, on. He held up a hand to quiet everyone down, and the room slowly stopped talking. "Welcome, ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for coming on such short notice. I've called this meeting to tell you that, I, Tony Stark, will be taking in a foster child." Instantly the room erupted with people yelling, camera's going off, you name it, until Tony held up his hand again. "Please, please, I'll answer any questions you may have....yes, sizzling hot blonde, your question?" The woman blushed slightly. "Yes, Mr. Stark, how do you plan on taking care of said child, when you yourself, act like a child?" "Hmm, that's a good point, but I believe I will have the assistance of a Mrs. Stark-Potts-name in question- for the task of looking after the poor, unfortunate child. Next. Mr. Bulbous Nose." The man Tony pointed to gave him a stern look before standing. "Mr. Stark, why are you choosing to do this now, so soon after the tragedy in Jordan?" "Oh, well, I felt so bad about what happened. I sent them a few suits to start building again, as well as am fully funding the project myself. I just feel like if I can make the world a better place for one child, then that child, in turn, can help another, and so on and so on." Ugh, he hated this mushy crap. "Okay, Mr. Giraffe-neck?" "Very funny, Mr. Stark. Have you already chosen a child, or will your CEO be choosing one?" "Ah, a good question. Yes, I have already chosen a child, who I will not be naming until he gets here, which I will then hold another press conference and introduce him to the world. I believe that is all the time I have for now, so until the next meeting, have a good day!" 

He smiled and waved as he stepped away from the podium, his face falling as he stepped behind a curtain. "This 'bleeding heart' persona is going to kill me," he whined to his fiancee, who smiled and kissed him. "It won't hurt you to open your doors to one child in your life. Who knows, it may leave you wanting another one." "Now that, I like the sound of, because if we want one, we'll have to practice. Like, a lot. Let's get to that now, okay?" Pepper laughed and pushed the billionaire away. "Later. For now, I have to make sure Peter's things are delivered here and everything we ordered for him arrives on time. You know, Tony, you didn't have to go to these extremes for him. I mean, his own hot tub in his bathroom? Really?" Stark shrugged and hooked his arm around the woman's waist as they walked. "I just feel bad for the kid, you know? I don't know what kind of a life he's had, so I want to give him everything." "And have him loose it after two months," Pepper argued. "Well, it's not like he can't come and visit. Plus, he'll always have a room when he has to stay over for the internship, right?" The woman sighed and shook her head. "Okay, okay. You win. Just, don't blow the kid up, okay?" "Who me? Nah, I'll just take an arm, maybe a hand." The two laughed as they strolled down the hall to the elevator. "But, I knew this was the kid after what Gwen told me last night. She came running into my office and told me the kid had solved the equation that both Bruce and I have been having problems with, you know the one that will turn chemical matter into a solid mass? It was the best news I've ever heard. I see great things for this kid. Great things." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The next morning day, Peter had never been so nervous to go to school. He knew by now everyone knew about the guardianship by Tony Stark, having seen the press conference on the news when it was aired live. And when he walked into school, suddenly, everyone was talking about it. They had to wonder, who was the lucky kid that had won the lottery for the next two months? It was starting to get to Peter, so when Ned waved at him, he couldn't help but look pleadingly at him. "Hey, did you hear about....you already did. What's the matter?" "Ned....it's me," Peter whispered. "I'm the one that Tony Stark wants to take in!" Ned's face dropped, but then he smiled. "Dude! That is so awesome! You get to meet Tony Stark, and live with him!" The boy gasped. "Do you think you'll be living with the Avengers? Like, do you think they live where you'll be? How cool would that be?" "Ned, stop! No, that would not be cool! That would be the opposite of great! If I'm there, in a high security tower, then how is the other guy," he pointed to his backpack, "going to get out and go to Queens?" The other boy's face fell again. "Oh yeah....I forgot about," he made a motion to the bag, "him. Oh man...that's gonna suck. Or, maybe I could like, you know, be the guy in the chair and hack into the tower, or at least your room, and shut off any safety wires or things like that?" Peter's hopes began to rise. "Do you think you can do that? Because, I don't have a choice in the matter. Mr. Martin made the decision for me last night, telling me it will be a great experience, you'll learn so much from Mr. Stark, blah blah...." He took a deep breath and closed his locker. "But, I'm also scared, man....what if Mr. Stark finds out about me being, you know, and his kicks me out? Or worse, he gives me to Dr. Banner to experiment on?" Ned's eyes widened. "Oh, dude that would be so cool! You would get to meet Bruce Banner! Oh wait, the experimenting thing isn't so cool..." "I know! I don't know what to do! Spider-Man can't not patrol the city....So, when I go, try and break into the system, ok? If you can't, maybe I can figure a way to sneak out..." His friend nodded. "Of course man, yeah. But...I bet you Tony Stark already has a room all set up for you. Do you think you'll be able to have friends over? Because, I've always wanted to see what it's like to be in Stark Tower..." Peter smiled, so happy for his friend calming his nerves. "I'll ask, but I'm sure Mr. Stark will have no problem with it." And they walked down the hall towards their first class. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When the day was over, Peter made his way to his internship, leaving his bag with security and stepped into the scanner. "Hello, Peter," Friday greeted him. "I heard the good news, and I'm happy for you." "Thanks, Ms. Friday. But, how did...oh wait, stupid question." The boy held his hands out and was scanned. "Clear. I look forward to hearing you more often, Peter." Her voice was following him into the elevator where again, he was surrounded by people in suits. The teen hurried off the elevator, already feeling like this was going to be the worst two months of his life where he had to sneak around twice as much in order to be Spider-Man. With the scanners, he wouldn't even be able to bring his suit into the building! He would have to leave it in an alleyway and sneak out at night in order to get it to his room. And that would suck, because that meant he would have to climb all the way down the tower. The labs came into view and Peter let out a sigh as he walked in, smelling chemicals and other compounds around him, instantly feeling at ease. "Peter!" Gwen came running up to him to ruffle his hair. "I talked to the boss last night, and he said that was the greatest thing he'd ever heard in his life and he can't wait to meet you! But, he said he won't be available until this weekend, for some reason, I don't know why. Are you okay with that?" Peter just nodded, shifting his eyes to his station. "Y-yeah, I'm fine with that. Um....I'm just gonna get to work..I'm sure there are more problems for me to solve and stuff."

The blonde nodded and ruffled the boy's curls again. "And, if we have trouble, we'll call you!" Peter nodded with a fake laugh, collapsing in his chair and turning his monitor on. Suddenly, the peal of a bike bell rang out and a tricycle stood on the screen, making the boy roll his eyes. But, as soon as he clicked to log in, the face of the Tony Stark appeared on his screen. "Not bad, kid, heard about what you did, very impressed. I am not, impressed, however, that you thought you could hack into my system in order to change something that I set for you. That's very bad, Peter, very bad. I am disappointed in you, but, I am willing to give you another chance, since you're so young. I'm going to leave the security where it is, at a two so you can, what was it Friday said, oh yeah, 'get some work done'." The man used air quotes and eye rolls. "Easy on the hacking, there buddy, but it was a good job that my firewall didn't catch you. Good job. Stark, out." And just like that, the recording, or whatever it was, ended and all of Peter's files came up, but something was missing. He went into the start up menu, but he didn't see any of the computer data files. So that meant, Mr. Stark had them taken off his personal computer so Peter couldn't hack it again. Which was fine, because now that his security was higher, he could use the means to get things done. It was a point for him, in Peter's book. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ And that was how the week progressed. Peter would go to school, then go to SI, and then later, for an hour or so, would patrol the streets of Queens. That was it, until one night, it became more. It was while Peter was swinging from a tree that he sensed something coming and he quickly dodged the drone that flew at him, shooting webs at it, taking it down. "Nice evening, huh Stark?" "Yeah, great. Listen, I'm going to ask you again to tell me who you are, and how you do the things you do. See, there's this guy that doesn't like secrets being kept from him even more than I do, and you're starting to get on his bad side. Which, I will say is a little safer than getting on mine, but still bad. So, save yourself some pain, come with me and we'll take off your little sock mask and I'll help give you a real suit." That caught Peter's attention, but, he knew he couldn't do it because of his age again, and the weapons he'd already seen. Weapons that could make someone disappear. "You see, Stark, if your boss had come to me, I wouldn't be so stubborn. But, since he sent you like his little errand boy, I'm gonna have to say no, again. Take your little toys and go play in your room." Peter knew the man was mad due to the silence, but he'd just about had enough of Mr. Stark on his tail that week. And now, he told him someone else wanted to meet unmask him? That was pushing it. "Have a good night, there, Stark. See you around. Or not." The boy shot a web to the nearest building and casually flung himself off the tree he was perched in. The nerve of that guy! Suddenly, his senses went haywire and Peter looked back to see an army of drones, each one of them trained on him. "Oh shit!" He dodged like his life depended on it. Every time one of the drones came too close, he would hit it with a web, making it unable to track his movements in it s camera. He was halfway through when suddenly gold and red flashed out of the corner of his eye. This was bad. "Stark, I haven't made any threat to you or your boss!" His voice sounded scared now, cracking a bit. "Stop this attack!" "Oh? But you have, Spider-Man. You've resisted me, and when the other guy got involved, him, and that made you a threat to the Avengers, and to the world. Who knows if you'll ever end up on the wrong side one day? You may not mean to, but without us, you most certainly will." Peter's eyes widened and he shook his head, shooting down another drone. "No! I'll never side against someone who wants to hurt people! And I will never fight against the Avengers!" "Not good enough." Tony lifted a hand and the drones began shooting tasers. Peter screamed as one clipping his leg, but he dodged almost all of them, crying out when one happened to hit him. Why didn't Mr. Stark believe him? He was one of the good guys! Finally, Peter spotted a park filled with trees and had an idea. He dodged several tasers and a few blasts from Mr. Stark himself, and headed for the trees. The drones followed him, until Peter shot a few webs, forming a giant net that the drones all fell into, sticking to the chemically made webs. "Take that!" the teen shouted, but was too early in his victory, because no sooner did he finish, did Tony Stark shoot a blast behind him. It was too quick for Peter to dodge completely, and he cried out when his side suddenly was on fire. He checked to see if it was burning, but there were no flames, only blood and a singe mark on his suit. The teen looked back at Mr. Stark with fear and hurried to get out of the situation, tears almost falling from his eyes in fear. "Please stop, please stop!" he whispered, using every trick that he could to get away from Mr. Stark. He tried webbing the man's face, but he dodged it. "Need to try something new, Spidey!" the man called out. Peter, in a sudden move that would have normally gotten him killed, shot a web behind him and used it to get behind Iron-Man, and around a building too fast for the man to comprehend. Using the shadows to his advantage, Peter put as much distance between him and Mr. Stark as possible before diving into a small nook at the top of a building, folding himself in a way that he fit, nestled in the shadows. The boy stayed like that until he was sure Mr. Stark had stopped following him, but he checked the area just to be sure, before hurrying home. What a week. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was Friday, the day before he was supposed to go be a publicity stunt for Tony Stark. But..he would get to see inside the tower, and maybe even inside Tony's lab. He would get to see what the man had in store for him when they next met outside. It would be a major help...if he could even get to be Spider-Man, that is. He was worried about that part. But, he was sure that if he could convince the AI, Ms. Friday? He could get out of his room easy. A pain in his healing side made the boy wince and he lifted his shirt, checking on the shiny, burnt flesh. He had advanced healing, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt. He prodded it, wincing when it hurt more. "This sucks," he sighed. He couldn't believe Mr. Stark had attacked him! He had already 'fixed' the hole in his suit with blue fabric he'd found in a dumpster in the back of a fabric store, but that didn't do anything for his side. A knock on his door made the teen pause in his examination and grabbed his backpack, picking up a shirt to make it look as if he were packing. "Come in!" he called, folding a tattered old shirt, which had happened to be his Uncle Ben's. It still smelled of him and his Aunt May. "Hey kid, wanted to see if you're okay." Mr. Martin came in, the Asian man looking around the room. "I'll make sure you still have your own room, you know, if you come back." Peter smiled. "Mr. Martin, this is just a temporary publicity stunt. I'll be back before you know it and everything will go back to the way it was." It hurt Peter to say that, but it was the truth. He was nothing but a stupid stunt Tony Stark was using to make the public believe he 'loved the children' or something like that.   He didn't want to be in the public's eye, being stared at with pity. That was the look that he hated, like whenever an adult found out he was fifteen and still in the system. They felt so bad for him, but they knew they wouldn't do anything for him. He would stay in the system until he turned eighteen, and then he could be Spider-Man full time. "Yeah, but you never know, Peter. You're a great kid, and if anyone could make Tony Stark fall in love with them, it's you." The man slung an arm over his shoulder in a one armed hug. "Just remember, be yourself, okay? This could very well be your last night here." He tightened the hug. "Love you, Pete," the man whispered and left the room, leaving Peter to finish packing his few things. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Pepper was standing in the living room early Saturday morning. Today was the day that Peter would come live with them, and she was excited. For the longest time she'd been hinting at Tony that she wanted a child, but the clueless dummy hadn't even gotten the hint, not even at the press meeting when she practically spelled it out for him. He just fell into his jokes, as usual. And even though Pepper wasn't experienced as a mother, she still wanted the chance to see what it was like. Last night she had checked Peter's room to make sure everything was set up right. In her annoyance, Tony had ordered a bunch of stuffed animals, claiming the kid was like twelve, which Pepper knew he had just turned fifteen. The woman, of course, got rid of most of them, leaving only the cute Avengers one, which she thought would be funny. There were game systems with every game she could think of that a boy would like....She just hoped Peter liked them. "Hey, hot stuff. Whatcha doin'?" Tony walked behind her, sliding an arm around her waist. "Just thinking...what if you were right, Tony? What if we're not ready for this? Or, what if we're more than ready, and in the end we can't give Peter up? That's what I'm afraid of..." She looked at her fiancee with tears in her eyes. "I don't want to go through that pain, Tony..." The billionaire sighed. "I know what you mean, but, if you want the kid after the whole two months, I'll pull some strings. Make him my legal ward or something. How does that sound?"

Pepper gave him a watery smile. "It sounds good, but I was hoping for something a little more." "I know," Tony sighed. "But, I'll do what I can to keep the kid if you want to, even bribe him to call you mom." This made Pepper laugh and she slapped his arm. "I won't let you spoil him, you know." Tony pouted. "But I thought that was the job of a...father.....oh I think I'm gonna be sick." He bulged out his cheeks and held a hand to his mouth. "Stop, Tony. I know you're nervous. But, I think you'll be a wonderful role model." They kissed, only breaking apart when Friday's voice came over the loudspeaker. "Boss, Peter Parker is on his way." The man took a deep breath and held his hand out to Pepper. "Ready to meet Peter?" "Definitely." the woman said, taking the hand and walked to the elevator to go down to the press conference.

[detroitbecomevenom]

Investigated (3)

It was Friday morning and Miles dreaded every waking moment of this entire week, knowing that he was forced to go to school while Y/n wasn’t alongside him. It wasn’t even like he could be in an atmosphere where he didn’t have to hear about her, considering the fact that she was the talk of the school. He trudged into his history class that happened to be his second period. Fridays in that class were just an excuse for the teacher to do nothing and put on the news, calling it “current event day”.

They were talking about how social media can lead to an increased risk of depression in teenagers when the broadcast suddenly stopped. The class looked around in confusion as the tv screen stayed showing the static until it suddenly produced a clear video again. This video wasn’t what they had been watching before, but an empty room with the one and only Kingpin standing in the frame.

The class was silent, eyes glued to the screen in the front of the room, Miles was finally wide awake and focusing. “Good morning Brooklyn. Hold your applause, as I can’t really hear you.” He started speaking, forcing Miles into an intense state of concentration of all of the things that he could actually see in the frame. “This message is most likely not for you, but you can help spread it. With that being said, Spider-Man needs to show up at the address shown on the screen by tonight or there will be consequences.” Miles felt his heart drop into his ass. He was being directly spoken to, yet he couldn’t actually make any incriminating reaction to it. His secret was still something he needed to keep, even if he was being called out in front of everyone.

When Kingpin stepped to the side, Miles’ heart was out of his body completely. He saw his girl, in the spotlight. She looked like she was in pain, who knows what had happened to her in that week. His classmates gasped and whispers of “That’s Y/n” spread around the room, along with some of them recording it for Snapchat. He watched as the crime lord place his hand on Y/n’s head. How dare he even touch her?

“Your little friend is waiting, so why not stroll on by alone. No cops or all they’ll see is a dead body,” Anger built up in Miles as he watched a gun being put to her head. He scribbled down the address on his notebook and looked back up at the horrific sight. The screen switched back to that static while the class murmured about what they had seen. Miles was conflicted, he needed to save Y/n, but how the hell was he supposed to do it?

The news station returned to normal, with the reporters now talking about the hacked broadcast that was apparently shown on every channel in New York City. This was about to make national headlines and he was the only one that could actually save her. The bell rang and instead of going to his next scheduled class, Miles ran to his dorm to try and find some answers.

It took almost an hour of sitting in different parts of his room and thinking to come up with his plan, but first, he needed a little help. Within minutes, Miles was explaining the entire situation to Peter, Gwen, Peni, Noir, and Ham. It was always a comfort knowing that your interdimensional friends would be there to help you.

The night got closer and the Spider-plan had been all set, with each of them suited up and ready. They stood on the rooftop of the warehouse building directly over the address, wondering when was a decent time to start. Noir seemed to be brooding in the darkness, wind somehow appearing for him although there was no wind present and Ham played an odd game on what looked like a Nintendo DS. Peni sat on top of her newly repaired SP//DR, listening quietly to Peter rambling on about the last date he and MJ had gone on, making Gwen smile as well. The little reunion of the Spider-gang seemed unrealistic in Miles’ mind, but he was too worried about the plan to enjoy the moment.

A truck drove by the entrance of the warehouse that they stood upon and the silhouettes of Fisk and a few other figures were clear in the dim street light nearby. Peter stopped his story, which was a good thing for the sanity of Gwen. It wasn’t that she didn’t like the relationship, but that he was on the second minute of describing all of the different types of bread that he was able to get his rekindled love.

“Alright gang, masks on.” Miles ordered, slightly surprised that they actually listened to him, “You all know what to do?” He made sure that each spider-person nodded before taking a deep breath. “We got this.”

~~~

Anxiety built up inside of Y/n as she started the wait for Spider-Man, a gun pressed to the side of her head. She knew that there was a very small chance of her actually living or the hero coming to help her. Her whole life was flashing before her eyes, each big moment playing out as if it were a movie, only they felt like it was about a person that wasn’t her.

A figure dropped down in front of the open door at the other side of where she stood and slowly started to walk forward. As they made their way into the light, she saw the pattern on the outfit and realized that it was Spider-Man. He actually came for her.

“Well, well, well. Look who decided to show up.” Fisk’s voice had a different type of venom in it, something that Y/n hadn’t heard before.

“I’m here, now let Y/n go.” She wasn’t exactly sure whether it was just auditory hallucinations, but the voice sounded odd. Sure, she only talked with the hero a few times, but this was different.

“You know, I’ve never seen such a devoted couple ever since I knew my own wife.” Y/n raised a brow, did he really think that she was dating him? Maybe in her dreams. “I made her life a living hell and she still didn’t tell me the one thing I needed. That’s why if you want her to live, you’ll take that mask off and we can settle this like men.” The barrel of the gun had been pushed further into the side of her head, almost enough to make a mark.

Spider-Man stood still, his movement slow and steady. He reached up to his neck and found the edge of his mask and the rest of the suit, grasping it in his gloved hands. He almost wanted the dramatic reveal, as the neck was finally bare and the pale skin peeked out. It took a few seconds, what seemed to be the longest in Y/n’s life, and then the mask was off completely. Y/n squinted, realizing who the person behind the mask really was. “Gwanda?” her voice was raspy as she studied the familiar blonde that she had only known for a few days six months ago.

Even Fisk was taken aback. Spider-Man wasn’t even a man! He kept the gun on Y/n and regained his posture. “You know me, now let her go,” she held the mask firmly in her hands, the black material making her light hair stand out even more. Nobody moved. “Bagel Time,” she shrugged, the phrase confusing everyone else in the room. There was another moment of silence and no movement.

A spider web was shot at the barrel of the gun Fisk was holding and was yanked in the opposite direction of where “Gwanda” stood, who was supposedly Spider-Man. Another figure swung in and kicked Fisk over, leaving Y/n with no guard. The girl tried running away but collapsed on the concrete. She scanned the scene in front of her: A Spider-Man in the Peter Parker suit and another Spider-Man in what looked to be black and white kicking the shit out of Fisk. A mechanical spider fighting the goons with a pig-spider? Gwanda/Spider-Man ready to fight if she needed to, keeping an eye on everything around her.

There was a sixth Spider-person that looked to be hiding in the shadows, which proved to be rather difficult considering the suit was all white and pink. When she locked eyes with them, they just vanished into thin air. She managed to back up using the little strength she had. The white and pink Spider-man suddenly appeared in front of her, making her almost scream.

“It’s okay, Y/n. Hold on,” this spider-man picked her up and they swung away from the fight all the way to the rooftop of a nearby building. He placed her on the ground gently, his hand stopping at the end of her hair as if he knew the length it used to be. He quickly searched for the edge of the mask and pulled it over his head.

“Miles? What are you doing here?” tears now fell from Y/n’s eyes as she pulled him into a tight hug. She was shaking in his arms, her eyes spinning and trying to focus on the boy in front of her.

“I’m actually Spider-man,” he felt a small smile grow on his face when he finally saw her face up close again. The black under her eyes was prominent and she smelled of straight trash, who knows when the last time she had gotten a proper shower. Her (e/c) eyes finally met his own and the only feeling was peace.

“Can you take me home, please?” she asked with the raspy voice that was almost the opposite of her normal. Miles let the spider-gang know to meet him at his apartment, where his parents were luckily out for the night. Both of them had night shifts and Miles would have the time to recuperate with everyone.

Miles sat on his couch with the rest of spider-gang in his own living room. Y/n had showered and was currently laying on his lap in his sweatpants and sweatshirt, hands intertwined. They were watching the news channel report on the arrest of Wilson Fisk, who was now being sent to the Raft instead of a normal prison. Everything felt right for one moment.

Y/n leaned up to kiss Miles, knowing that it would be okay. She knew that going back into the real world and school would be tough, but she had Miles and that’s all that she really needed. She was finally in control and no crime lord could do anything to harm that.

It was okay.

[softpeeps]

@hopelasts

A BUSINESS PROPOSAL (2022) dir. Park Seon Ho

[bloodiedskirtts]

Daddy Dearest | Stark!Reader

Summary: Y/N is the darling daughter of Tony Stark and Pepper Potts. Since meeting Steve Rogers, they have hit it off immediately and are super close. While, she harbours a crush for the super soldier, they are only friends. 

Tony hates how close his daughter and Steve are and decides to take matters into his own hands!

Pairing: Steve x Reader, Peter x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: mentions of sex

A/N:This is an anon request hope it’s okay - I have aged up Peter because I had to

sorry this took so long x

Feedback is always appreciated! Thanks for reading. I hope you guys like it! Gif not mine, credit to owner.

Five years, five years Steve Rogers was on the run. After the Accords and the airport he had nowhere to call home. Finally, a pardon was extended to "Team Cap" and he returned back to the compound. He clapped Tony on the back as he pulled him in for a hug. He was finally home. He was wandering around the compound, it had changed in five years. There were new Avengers, he realised this as he stood just outside the gym watching a woman take out her frustration on a punching bag.

Her back was to him, but he watched the muscles ripple under her skin. The soft curve of her hips and he hated to admit how his eyes were trained to her plump ass. The grey fabric of her leggings clung to her curves and her ass bounced as she moved. He could feel the stirring in his pants, his eyes snapping up as she turned around.

Shit! It wasn't some random new agent. It was Y/N Stark, Tony's kid. She was only a teenager when the Accords happened. She had sided with Steve but her dad shipped her off to boarding school in Europe. He hadn't seen her since then. She would hang off him before then, he liked her, as a kid sister.

But long gone was that gangly, awkward teen. In her stead was a gorgeous young woman, with curves that would send any man wild. A knowing smirk pulled on her face as she crossed the room and exited the gym to face him.

'Welcome home, Cap!' she breathed, pulling him in for a hug.

'You've grown up, kid,' he breathed as wrapped his arms around her smaller frame.

She had always had a crush on Steve Rogers. And when he became a criminal it broke her heart, she missed him so much. But now he was back and she wasn't a kid anymore. And that crush? Well, the crush hadn't gone anywhere, in fact seeing him in front of her, with his blonde hair grown out and that beard! She was getting weak at the knees just thinking about it.

'You should shower, old man. You stink!' she teased, wrinkling her nose as she pulled away.

He let out a laugh, before hitting back, 'You're not smelling too peachy either, darlin'.'

She shrugged, 'I was heading to the showers. Care to join me Cap?'

He took a step forward, his hands brushing against her waist, moving closer to her. Her heart was thumping, she didn't expect him to do that. Before he was so bashful and now...But before he could answer, Tony was walking down the hallway towards them.

‘I see you two have gotten re-acquainted!’ he said, eyeing up Steve.

Y/N giggled, kissing her dad on the cheek, ‘I’m just glad you two are friends again. I gotta shower though. See you later, Stevie.’

With that she bounced off, ponytail swinging as she made her way to the showers. Steve couldn’t help but watch her go but he was snapped out of his thoughts by Tony.

‘That’s my little girl Steve. I swear if you touch her, I’ll make you wish you were still on the run.’

‘I don’t like it Pepper,’ Tony hissed, as he got ready for bed. ‘If you’d seen the way he looked at her...like…’

Pepper shook her head as she moisturised her hands.

‘She’s an adult Tony. If she and Steve want to-’

‘Absolutely not! He’s old enough to be her grandfather. Literally! And you, you want her and him to…’

He made a face and shivered at the thought of his precious daughter and Steve Rogers...fonduing.

Pepper looked over at him, ‘I know that face, Tony. I don’t know what you’re thinking but just don’t.’

‘Too late,’ he said as he kissed her on the cheek before racing out of the room.

‘Best two out of three?’ she giggled when Steve pinned her to the mat.

‘I think you just like being under me,’ he teased, letting out a soft gasp as she rolled her hips up to meet his.

‘Maybe, Stevie…’

He jumped when the door opened, letting go of her as Tony walked in with a boy around the same age as Y/N.

‘PETER!’ she squealed, jumping up and running to hug him. ‘I missed you so much! How have you been bug boy?’

Steve watched as she flung herself into his arms and he picked her up spinning her around.

‘Queens isn’t that far!’ he teased, as he put her down.

‘Uh huh,’ she said. ‘Well, my dear, you aren’t easy to hunt down. Between swinging from webs to studying all the time. How’s Gwen by the way.’

He blushed softly, ‘We...um…’

She blinked, taking a step backwards.

‘We broke up. Trying to hide a secret identity and have a girlfriend isn’t easy...She always thinks the worst.’

She nodded, rubbing his arm.

‘I’m sorry. You should have told me, Petey.’

Tony moved to Steve, ‘Maybe we should let the kids catch up, huh?’

Steve shifted uncomfortably, Tony was right. She was just a kid and she looked so happy with the other man. Maybe he should just drop it, this other kid could make her happy. He could never give her what she needed. As he went to leave with Tony, she gripped his hand as he went to leave.

‘We’re still on for tonight, right?’ she asked, eyes wide as she watched him.

He nodded dumbfounded by her. He hadn’t felt this way since...he bit his lip.

‘I’ll see you tonight,’ he said with a smile.

Tony growled, as he noticed how Steve and Y/N looked at each other. He needed to up the ante.

‘Peter!’ she screeched, pulling her towel around her naked body.

‘Oh my God! Shit! Sorry, Mr Stark he said...shit, Y/N. Sorry. Oh my God.’

‘GET OUT AND TELL MY FATHER THAT I’M GOING TO KILL HIM!’

She stomped down the hall, her hair still wet, she was wearing a pair of booty shorts and her Captain America t-shirt. She knew how to piss off her dad. She threw open the door to her father’s office.

‘What the fuck?’ she screamed.

He blinked at his daughter, standing in front of him, a tiny ball of rage. She really was her father’s daughter.

‘Well, hello to you to, my dear,’ he simpered.

‘What are you doing? You invite Peter to stay at the compound, have him shadow me at every turn and then get him to walk in on me in the shower!’ she hissed.

‘Now, I didn’t-’

‘No daddy! What are you doing? Me and Peter didn’t work because of so many things,’ she snapped. ‘I love him. I do but not like that. And I don’t need your meddling in my love life again! You pushed me and Peter together before and it didn’t work…’

She shook her head, blinking back tears.

‘He’s good for you.’

‘He’s my friend. When we dated, we were kids. And we didn’t even…’ she shook her head.

‘So you and Steve are…?’

‘Not that it’s any of your business, but no! Me and Steve haven’t slept together. If you talked to me about it then maybe you’d know. Or maybe if you didn’t go behind my back, you’d also know that I really care about Steve. And he cares about me.’

‘Oh come on, you can’t…’

‘Steve was your friend, dad. And if he breaks my heart, he breaks my heart. But I’m not a kid anymore. This isn’t a schoolgirl crush. If it doesn’t work out, then I need to make that mistake by myself.’

A soft blush covered her cheeks, as she dropped her head.

‘But I don’t think he will…’

Tony sighed, ‘You’re going to break Peter’s heart.’

‘Ugh, take mom to Europe for the month. I can’t bare to look at you, you imbecile,’ she sighed out, a teasing smirk on her face.

‘So I can leave you alone with that fossil? Not a chance! I love you poppet.’

She hugged him, ‘I love you too, daddy.’

‘You ready?’ she said to him, turning to face her father.

He brushed her hair out of her face, fixing the veil over her hair.

‘You look beautiful,’ he whispered. ‘It’s still not too late you know.’

She slapped him across the shoulder, ‘Do you ever stop?’

He was snickering as the bridal march began to play. After five years, Steve had got down on one knee and proposed to her. And just over 12 months later, Tony Stark was giving his daughter away to Steve Rogers. And despite what he thought of Captain America, when he saw his daughter’s face light up when she came to end of the aisle, he knew that his little girl wouldn’t be happier with anyone else.

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[rndork]

The Year of the Goblin, Pt. 2

There was a plan. There’s a plan. Quickly that was becoming a mantra. Something to step him through the horror of his worst nightmare unfolding all over again. Quill, on the rooftop, immobilized, out of his reach, rigged to blow. Years of experience, he was better prepared to handle this, wasn’t he? He’d fought battles that he never could have dreamed of back then.

In the moment, it didn’t matter, he felt all of nineteen. A scared teenager trying to save the girl he wanted to marry. He could almost hear the echo through time of his words back then. ‘Your presence in this world has been a source of constant agony to me. I wish you to leave it permanently, or else Gwen Stacy dies.’ And they all knew how that ended. Back then he’d always pulled it off, losing Gwen had shaken him to the core. And here he was again, facing this same man who always knew his weak spot, the people he cared for, ready to have a repeat performance with Peter’s husband. There’s a plan. Focus Peter, there’s a plan. It’s not like last time. You’re ready.

A plan, but was it a plan he could believe in? He trusted Miles, trusted he could pull it off, but was this something Norman had planned for? Maybe he’d lead one more of the most important people in his life right into danger yet again. Maybe he’d be risking the both of them. That doesn’t make sense. Norman sent his goons after Spidey, if this was some kind of master plan, he wouldn’t have expected him here. He’s not planning for him. Now wasn’t the time for screwing around on this. Stick to the plan. It was a good plan. Spring the trap, keep him busy, hope to all hell the kid pulled it off or he might just as easily lose them both. “You ready for this kid?” He asked just once, while they were still out of sight. ‘Ready as I’m ever going to be. I know the plan. If something goes wrong, I mean, I’ve been at this long enough to improvise.' And that was what left Peter worrying. He’d always thought he was good enough to improvise too, up until he failed. But then unlike him, Miles had had people to help guide him through this, to teach him. Time to let him spread his wings, see him fly.

“Good luck Junior. I’m counting on you.” Please save him. When he looked to the right, Miles was nowhere to be seen, though he could still see the strands of webbing he shot out, watching where they ended and how the lines bent under his weight, though it was difficult to keep track of with the chaos down below, sounds of all sorts of chaos and madness as Norman’s footsoldiers wrought havoc down below.

He could also hear the groan, even over the sound of the wind. ‘Told you to stop calling me that!’

Peter didn’t chance an answer. Not with Alchemax in sight. Showtime. He’d come up with a plan and made it here before the deadline he’d been given when Quill had seemingly finally called back one of his tens of missed calls. Instead he just caught the best glimpse that he could grab of the situation, and centered himself. Normally he’d be thinking up some smartass thing to say, but when Osborn was involved, his brain tended to cloud over. And sure enough, there was the Green Goblin, circling high around the rooftop of the building on his glider. Now hard and fast or try to talk his way in? That was the question.

It wasn’t much of a question. His whole goal was to be distracting. Play it with desperation, like he was making a rush for him. Strike hard and fast and Norman would work hard to do the same, get both of them away from the rooftop. That’d be necessary space if Gobby caught on to Miles, even camouflaged as he was. Finally he closed the distance, webbing onto the glider, but using his own weight to arc himself up and past as if he wanted to make for the roof. “You know, if you wanted an invite to the wedding, should have just said so. No point in acting like you got snubbed. It was a real small affair.

He was almost down to the roof, when he felt that cold stab of alarm at the base of his skull. Wondering if he could pull this off on his own had always been ambitious, but it still left him concerned, even as he twisted his body in midair, out of the way of the razor bats, dodging further from blasts of electricity as he touched down, rolling a bit further away. “You took your time making it here Parker. I was beginning to wonder if you lost your stomach for this. Hubby dearest’s only got a few minutes left. Don’t worry. You’ll get a good seat before you join him.” The part that really drove him nuts was the cackling as the Goblin swooped at him, low to the roof. An easy enough dodge to avoid the hit.

The hit wasn’t hard to dodge. Maybe that wasn’t the point. The two of them had been doing this for years. Norman knew how he operated, and Peter was mostly running on instinct. His dodge led him right into a grab at the back of his neck,coupled with a nasty jolt, and then he was falling, down down over the edge of the building while he tried to throw off the shock of those damned gloves. Catch himself, had to catch himself. But there wasn’t much of a chance of that. This. Was not going according to plan anymore. He was supposed to signal to the kid when he was ready to go. Not much hope of that. Despite his earlier concerns, he hoped to hell that Miles was following through on that whole improvisation. Peter just barely managed to catch himself. One narrowly averted street pizza. Only half a breath later, spots still flashing in his vision, the wing of the glider caught him right in the midsection before stopping fairly abruptly.

The landing held about as much grace as possible. Meaning pretty much that he only hit the one car and grabbed hold. Okay. Back on your feet. We’re going to bring him in, because that’s the only way my whole family isn’t still at risk. He comes in tonight or it’s all over. That thought alone was enough to get him to pull himself out of the creased metal on the car hood, ignoring the angry curses of the cabby who’s car had just gotten one Spidey sized dent in it. “What? That all you got?”

It wasn’t.

And Peter was more than fine with that.

By the time the fight migrated back skywards, Peter had accumulated bumps, bruises, and injuries far more nasty than anything so innocent as those. Not that he hadn’t given as well as he’d got. But damned if he wasn’t hurting. If Miles hadn’t moved on this, hadn’t gotten Quill free and whoever was inside that building out? Then none of that pain would matter. At that point...he ditched that thought. He couldn’t lose focus now. It was part of why he’d long been ignoring the nasty little snipes and comments Osborn had been sending his way all this time.

And then everything happened at once. There was Quill, on the edge of the rooftop and fast plummeting. Where in the world was Miles? And then the world lit up. All those damned bombs and this high up the shockwave hit him like a semi. He was barely aware of one impact, and then another, and finally a third, though he wasn’t moving anymore. And then the spinning world faded out for just a moment.

When it faded back into place, he wasn’t sure how much time had passed. The world was still quiet, and he couldn’t hear much of anything. He didn’t need to hear the most important things as he painfully sat up. Quill was here. Osborn was still down (though he thwipped out a hefty dose of web fluid to ensure he stayed that way.) He still didn’t know exactly where Miles was, but a quick check of his phone had a thumbs up emoji waiting in a text for him. That was a good kid there.

Maybe, just maybe things were looking up after all

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MJ & DIXON Rebelde | 1.06 - Sálvame 

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THE WORST PERSON IN THE WORLD (2021) dir. Joachim Trier

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