#☆ﾟ you can swing on my web ↳ peter+mj◝

[awhoreintheory]

okay so MCU canon Peter in DC is all funny and games but what about comic canon Peter? Peter who’s in his 30s, whose life is falling apart(again) and has clones to deal with(man I hate the fact that Ben became evil :(.)

extra points if Miles and/or Mayday is with him. This single dad is STRUGGLING. And the bats wanna help him/his kids cause man! Look at them :(

(extra extra points if Dick = Richard Parker. That’s a whole nother can of worms. Like the bats are thinking Peter = Family of Dick they didn’t know but NO! It’s actually Dick’s son! Dicks a granddad!)

I want to PSA to anyone sending asks/requests, I'm not ignoring you!! I'm just a slow writer!!! I hope you enjoy though <33

Peter B. Parker could, 100%, picture landing in (yet another) alternate universe. You know what? As a matter of fact, he expected it.

What he didn’t plan for, however, was being stranded in another universe with his baby girl strapped to his chest. 

But here he was, crouched in a narrow alley in the darkest corner of Gotham City, New Jersey. From the name alone, Peter knew he landed himself in a section of the Multiverse Miguel had expressly labeled as off limits. It wasn’t his fault he’d landed here, though!

One minute he’d been web-swinging through New York, enjoying a rare peaceful day with Mayday babbling happily, and the next he was crash-landing onto a grimy rooftop in the most dangerous city he’d ever seen. It was like New York turned up to eleven, all shadows and towering gargoyles, dripping with rain that seemed perpetual. The interdimensional bracelet he’d been given to travel the multiverse was sparking and smoking in his pocket— total toast. He was officially stranded. 

Ok, so it maybe, kinda sorta, been an eensy weensy, tiny bit Peter’s fault. 

Peter’s, very high-tech and likely expensive bracelet had been, uh, scratched in a fight the day before. Barely even a nick! He swears he could’ve reattached the wires and fixed the screen. 

He probably should’ve also taken the watch out of his robe pocket before he started swinging Mayday to daycare. 

MJ was going to be so mad. 

It became evident early on it’d take a little bit to find a way home, or for someone to find him. If it had just been Peter, he could’ve roughed it on some rooves and abandoned buildings. It wouldn’t be a big deal, he knew he would be getting home eventually. Being a little smelly was the least of his worries. 

But he had his baby girl with him. 

So, with the money in his wallet, he found an under-the-counter, rundown but otherwise warm, apartment in a place called Crime Alley. (What a seriously terrible name) Peter started pulling together whatever side gigs he could, fixing appliances, tuning up electronics, just enough to get by. Even for a guy who was used to scraping by, the situation felt bleak, especially with Mayday depending on him. 

His little red-headed whirlwind was still too young to understand what was happening, but she noticed the tension and started clinging to him more tightly. Peter knew he couldn’t keep this up forever, but he wasn’t sure how to trust anyone in a city that had both criminals and vigilantes lurking around every corner. When he spotted someone in a cape swinging overhead, he instinctively hid in the shadows, holding Mayday close, her tiny face tucked into his shoulder.

But the Bats noticed him. 

It was hard not to notice a single dad with no records, no job, and no explanation for why he was squatting in Gotham’s most dangerous neighborhood. Bruce, ever vigilant, put out word to the family to keep an eye on him. 

Jason, who patrolled Crime Alley, wasn’t thrilled about the idea. “A guy moved into my turf with a baby?” he grumbled to Tim. “Either he’s got a death wish, or he’s crazy.” 

Tim, on the other hand, was fascinated by the mystery. He dug through every database he had access to, and then some. But “Peter Parker” returned zero results— at least, none that matched this Peter Parker. no criminal record, no birth record, no online footprint. It was like he just spawned in! 

Dick didn’t have a whole lot of opinions. He thought the man was nice, though he had only met him once in a routine mugging. He evidently cared for his daughter, and matched Nightwing’s wit and humor pretty nicely, too. He looked annoyingly familiar too. Maybe it was Tired Dad Chic? He kind of reminded him of Bruce, in a way. 

Steph seconded the funny part. This Peter guy could be one of those dark-humor comedians. 

From what they observed, and conversations supplied by Jason (who was his neighbor in a series of fortunate events), Peter really did seem to just be an ordinary guy.  

Then one night, Peter was picking up groceries from a corner store when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned to find a man in a ski mask brandishing a knife, gesturing for his wallet. 

“Hand over the money, and I won’ hurt ya’ kid.” The man threatened, waving his knife around threateningly. Peter tensed, dropping his groceries in favor of cradling Mayday closer. 

Peter blinked at him tiredly. “The best I can offer is some lint and a can of beans.” 

The man tensed, stepping closer in an attempt at intimidation. Peter thought that his face turning red with anger was kind of funny.

“Don’t fuckin’— are you makin’ fun of me?” The man fumed. Peter might have let out a sleep-deprived chuckle, partially forgetting to respond. 

The mugger lunged, and before he could dodge, Peter felt a searing pain in his side as the blade plunged in, his vision blurring with the shock. Normally, Peter would’ve disarmed the guy without breaking a sweat, but tonight, with Mayday in his arms and his body worn from days of restless sleep, he kind of just… blinked and the knife was there. 

Peter blinked again, then looked back up at the man.

“Oh, wow,” he said, his voice dripping with deadpan sarcasm. “A knife in Crime Alley? Super original. Really, I’m honored to be a part of your creative process.”

The mugger blinked, clearly caught off guard. Peter rolled his eyes, adjusting Mayday to better apply pressure to his side. “Next time you stab a guy, maybe aim for someone with insurance.”

The mugger stumbled back, looking increasingly confused by Peter’s lack of fear. Peter sighed, bouncing Mayday gently as she began to fuss. “Listen, I’m already running on no sleep and the caffeine fumes of yesterday’s coffee. And now you’re just making my night even worse.”

Peter winced, feeling the slow but consistent leak of blood. His healing factor was helping, but it was dulled due to lack of sleep and hunger. 

Between one long blink and the next, someone had jumped down and knocked out Peter’s would-be mugger. 

After another blink Peter realized he was on the ground, Mayday’s wails filled the air, her cries echoing down the alleyway, and Peter tried to smile through the pain. “It’s okay, baby,” he mumbled, clutching her tightly. “Daddy’s fine… just a little… scratch.” But his vision was going hazy as he pressed a hand to his bleeding side. The world began to spin.

One of the vigilantes that Peter recognized as Red Robin rushed over, talking hurriedly into a comm. Peter blinked up at him, his mouth curling into a weak smile. “Hey, nice costume,” he muttered. “Does the utility belt come in dad sizes?” 

Red Robin blinked in surprise, but otherwise keept his focus as he worked to stop the bleeding.

“It doesn’t, unfortunately.” Red Robin offered, popping open his emergency med kit. “I’ve got help on the way, ok? Stay awake for me.” But his attention was snagged when Mayday, overcome with distress, reached out to him, her tiny hands gripping his arm. She wasn’t just clutching it— she was sticking to him, her fingers locked like suction cups on his suit. Tim’s eyes widened as she scrambled up his arm, scaling it like a bug on a wall. 

Red Robin took it in stride, scooping Mayday up as he continued to work. Peter had been on the Meta radar for a bit— a few things here and there just a little off, and it was mostly based on Red Robin’s time spent with super-powered individuals. 

But as he patched up Peter, he discreetly swiped a sample of blood, stashing it in his belt just as the Batmobile pulled up. 

—

Later that night, he ran the sample through the Batcomputer, expecting some small lead. A Meta, possibly insect-based? What with how the kid had stuck to him. Instead, the results left Tim absolutely speechless. 

Peter Parker, the man who was in his early 40s and a single father, didn’t just match someone in the system— it matched Dick Grayson.

Not as a brother, or a cousin, but as a son. 

Tim must’ve ran the test at least 100 times. It came back the same every single time. 

Tim called Bruce and the rest of the family, each of them crowding around the screen with varying levels of shock and amusement as the analysis rolled in. Dick was dumbfounded, staring at the results in disbelief. 

“You’re telling me this guy is my… son?” he stammered, struggling to wrap his mind around it. 

Bruce, socially unaware in all his glory, tried to comfort Dick. “He’s likely from far into the future. Barry said there was a ripple in the timestream around the time Peter showed up.” 

“So what does that make Mayday?” Jason asked, snickering. 

“His granddaughter?” Steph said with a teasing grin. 

“Wow, Dick. You went from a dad to a grandpa in the same minute.” 

“That’s gotta be a world record.”

“You think we can submit this for a Guinness World Record?”

Dick groaned, rubbing his temples as Jason laughed and clapped him on the shoulder. 

“He’s from the future, right? Something must’ve gone wrong on his end," Tim said, folding his arms with a thoughtful look. "He’s definitely got the skills. Moves like you, Dick. It's obvious he's had training.”

Dick couldn't help but smirk, puffing up a little with pride. “Of course he does. He’s got Grayson blood in him, after all.”

Jason snorted. “Yeah, because the whole ‘falling on his face with a baby strapped to him’ bit? So graceful.”

Tim rolled his eyes, trying to stay on track. “Look, I don’t know why he didn’t come to us for help in the first place, but the point is, he’s family. We should get him back to his time, if that’s even possible.” He looked over to Bruce. “Are any speedsters available? Maybe the League could lend us Wally or Barry—"

“Hold on,” Dick interrupted, frowning. “I’m not sure we’re ready to ship him off just yet. The guy’s been trying to make it on his own. He’s got a baby to look after, and I think he’s afraid of dragging us into whatever’s going on with him. You know this family and their pride.”

Damian, who had been silent up to this point, finally piped up, his arms crossed. “I’ve seen him with the baby. She’s… persistent.” There was an almost begrudging respect in his tone. “But he clearly doesn’t have the resources to keep her safe here. If he did, he wouldn’t be living in Crime Alley.”

Dick nodded. “Exactly. The guy’s holding it together with duct tape and dad jokes. We can help him and get him back on his feet while we figure out a way home.”

Bruce, listening intently, finally spoke up. “He’s right. Until we find a way to get him home, Peter and his daughter stay here. We’ll pull together whatever resources we can to help them both.” 

Steph and Tim shared a look. He just wanted to meet his grandson and great-granddaughter. 

There was a beat of silence as everyone absorbed the decision, and then Tim looked at Dick, a small smirk playing on his lips. “So… you ready to be a dad, Dick?”

Dick flushed, looking a mix of horrified and pleased. “I’ll just stick to ‘Uncle Dick’ for now. Baby steps.”

EXTRA:

“Hey,” Jason drawled, barely suppressing a smirk as he looked over at Dick, “you think we can submit this for a Guinness World Record? Fastest unplanned parenthood, or maybe most confusing family reunion?”

Dick rolled his eyes but couldn’t quite hide his grin. “Very funny, Jay. Maybe we can submit you for most inappropriate comments per minute.”

Jason chuckled, clapping him on the shoulder. “Just saying, man, it’s impressive. One day you’re Nightwing, lone acrobat extraordinaire, and the next? Boom— you’re the proud father of a scruffy, interdimensional— what'd you say it was, Tim? Spider-dad? A Spider-dad.”

Tim snickered, glancing up from his laptop. “We’re all just living in a 'Strangest Family Reunion’ reality show at this point. Besides, if anyone’s submitting to Guinness, it should be Peter for most relentless optimism under terrible circumstances.”

Bruce cleared his throat, giving them all a look. “Enough. This isn’t a joke. We have a situation to handle here.”

Dick, still grinning, turned back to Bruce. “All right, fine, we’ll save the record-breaking for later. Right now, I say we start by finding this guy and getting him some real help.”

[rose-tea-and-strawberries]

So, Across the Spiderverse has had me in a chokehold since I watched it. Could you imagine a Yuu in the House Mouse au who is not exactly powerless, but her abilities are not magic-based? Welcome to the crossover that nobody asked for, and I'm gonna pretend that secret identities don't exist for a moment and that disrupting canon events from astv don't exist.

Spider!Yuu's spidey senses can tell when danger is afoot. Whenever she's on the clock, there's fewer accidents and just swings by before Goofy trips and tosses all the dishes. She can tell when either Pete or Mortimer are here.The staff can rely on her for cleaning the high ass ceilings because she can climb up walls with no problem. And her webs make the best Halloween decor.

Von Drake and Jumba being so fascinated with Yuu's anatomy and intelligence. Whether has organic webbing or made web shooters of her own, they want so badly to experiment on them (definitely not gonna try to get bit by a radioactive spider too, nope).

Jamil being torn from freaked out to having a crush on a girl with spider powers. Jafar trying to convince him that she's not an actual spider so that his ship could sail

Yuu making a web hammock to calm down the little kids in the club. Next minute she's having a strength competition with Hercules and Gaston because she can lift up to ten tons.

The clubgoers seeing her memories and freaking over the fact that Yuu has been up against so many dangerous foes and life or death situations such as the iconic train scene. It scares them even more than the overblots do.

The Parr family from the Incredible (if they're here in the au), feel so bad because she's doing vigilante work all on her own. Edna mode upgrades Yuu's spider suit to a new level with glee.

Yuu: No capes please. It's disrespectful to my image.

Edna: *sniffle* Would you like to be my daughter?

Okay okay okay first of all I'm going to vent a bit about ATSV because Pavitr my boy, my sunshine, my everything is literally so important to me like hell yeah give me the south asian/brown kid representation (now if only there was an young asian girl with a bob so I can feel better about that Dora the Explorer look my mum forced me to have throught 90% of primary school whilst all of my friends got to grow their own hair out)

Also not going to lie the only reason I'm into ATSV is because I've been a Mayday Parker stan since 2017 - like she is everything (and her backstory is just so sad like PeterMJ didn't deserve that). My favourite spider-people after Peter are his multiversal daughters because girldad Peter is everything (I actually own physical copies of the Renew Your Vows comics that are about Peter and MJ's daughter, Annie-May Parker, and they are so frickin good) but I digress...

Yes but Spider-Girl!Yuu is so cool. Thank you for giving me this idea.

I don't know if I want Yuu to have her own Guy in the Chair back in her universe and for Idia to feel jealous/threatened or for her to have no guy in the chair until she comes to twst and Ortho is like 'my time has come'

Ohh imagine the insane parkour skills she, Ruggie and Aladdin would have.

I know that being insanely smart in science is a Peter Parker thing and doesn't really apply to all Spider-People but I think she would be a science whizz (and joining the science club - making Crewel's already glaringly obvious favouritism skyrocket) and hanging out with all of the scientist characters like Prof Von Drake, Jumba, Yzma etc.

Her and Herc would be training buds. He'd see her and her heroics and superhuman friend and be like 'new best friend :D'. Phil loves the heroic potential she has and wants to train her but Pegasus and Megara are like nope and swoop him away.

Oh but imagine the beastfolk finding out about her enhanced senses and how sometimes they cause sensory overload and helping her out because they grew up like that so they know how to manage it better (I once read a fic that said that Savanaclaw showers have soaps with subtler scents to accommodate their enhanced sense of smell and like yes) whilst she's still getting used to it and has to keep it a secret back in her world.

I'm thinking back to all of the MCU!Peter Parker fics I read and all of the spider DNA tropes that tickled my fancy and I can just imagine the twst/HoM cast reacting to things like her having no thermoregulation (and going into hibernation), her purring, her being allergic/having a poison like reaction to peppermint, her having fangs (her being venomous would be cool as well - like imagine Kaa being all fanboying over her fangs and venom glands) etc..

Okay so I remember having a bunch of ideas about this but I can't recall all of them so here... 😅

[jedijesi]

Caught in the Cat's Web

Chapter 1

Felicia Hardy! Reader x Miguel O’Hara

Series Masterlist 🕸 Masterlist

Warnings: Angst, Sexual Tension, she/her pronouns

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: Felicia Hardy, Black Cat, endures a nasty breakup with Peter Parker, and now with her new Spider-Powers, she must navigate the Spider society and meet their esteemed leader.

Co-writer: @stclairesplace

A/N: This a Felecia Hardy Self Insert, beyond her classic platinum hair color, no descriptive terms are used! Insert yourselves, loves! This is my first Miguel fic, enjoy!

New York, Earth-194

“No, Peter! I- I can’t keep fighting for us if you’re just gonna run back to MJ every time!” Felicia sobbed. 

“We were just talking about our relationship!” Peter yells in defense. 

Felicia's hands come up to her forehead, smoothing out her platinum hair back in frustration. “You said it was over, Peter! You don’t need to continue to talk to her, especially not at 8:30 on a Friday in a restaurant! The same restaurant you took me to last week, by the way, for our 6 month anniversary!” 

“It doesn’t matter, Felicia! Nothing happened!” Peter runs his fingers through his hair pacing back and forth in frustration. 

“No! You- you lied to me, you told me you didn’t have feelings for her anymore.” Felicia breaks out into more tears, blinding her. “I don’t want to be ‘the other woman’ anymore, Peter. I won’t be. I can’t keep waiting for you, hoping you’ll finally look at me the way you look at MJ. I’m done.” 

Before Peter could say another word, the sound of Felicia’s grappling hook cut him off. In an instant, Felicia goes back into her Black Cat persona, swinging through the New York Skyline. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It had been 3 weeks since the breakup. 3 weeks of crying, ice cream, and pajamas. Felicia had never taken a breakup hard, she’d always known her worth, but something about Peter Parker was different. It made no sense as to why it hurt so much. She’s been cheated on before, she’s watched partners come and go, but she was able to brush it off like it was nothing. Then stupid Peter Parker had to come and along, turn her into a hero, and break her heart. 

By habit, the sound of sirens outside her apartment causes her to pause her show, and look at the Black Cat suit hidden behind the painting next to the window. 

Felicia sighs, unable to decide if she should cry or scream. Ultimately, she decided to continue eating her ice cream, pushing the images of Spider-Man somewhere out there fighting crime. 

Despite pushing her feelings away, a tear escapes her, sliding down her cheek. Suddenly, chills go down Felicia’s spine. She looks around the quiet apartment trying to figure out what was happening when her tear begins to slide back up her cheek and into the air. The empty pint and spoon along with various items follow suit, prompting Felicia to grab the gun and knife hidden under the couch. 

A bright light emits in the middle of the living room, transforming into a colorful circular object. Felicia’s guard falls, recognizing the multi-dimensional portal. 

“Woah! What’s with the guns?” Jessica Drew, questions as she emerges. 

“You could have given me a heads up instead of scaring the shit out of me.” Felicia rolls her eyes before putting her weapons away. 

“I told you, I’d come pick you up in a month.” 

Felicia’s eyes widened in surprise. “It’s been a month since I’ve last seen you?!” 

“Ahuh,” Jessica responds as she inspects the apartment. “Has it been a month since you’ve cleaned too?”

“Uh- 3 weeks, actually.” 

Jessica whips her head around. “3 weeks?! What the fuck happened, girl!”

Felicia rolls her eyes. “I don’t wanna talk about it.” 

Honestly, she didn’t have to. Jessica could see right through the broken-hearted girl. “You ready to go then?”

“I don’t think I can meet the boss man like this.” Felicia frowns, looking down at her oversized tee shirt stained with ice cream and various mysterious stains from her wallowing sessions. 

Jessica nods, “Shower and change. I’ll help you clean up this shit.” 

It took about an hour for Felicia to clean up and feel like herself again. After putting on her Black Catsuit, she looks into the mirror, smiling for the first time in 3 weeks, feeling like herself again. 

Felicia emerges from her bedroom, finding Jessica standing in the middle of her cleaned-up apartment. “Holy shit, Jess!” She feels like she could cry.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re welcome, hon, let’s go or I'll get a lecture.” Jessica hastily as she creates the portal.

Felicia’s been through multi-dimensional portals a few times before, but it’s still something she can barely get used to. 

~~~~~~

Nueva York, Earth 838

Nueva York was bustling with life as heroes of the spider society swung and walked around. Felicia felt both excited and overwhelmed. It was hard walking into a world full of people who dressed, talked, and looked like her ex. 

“Cat!” Jessica shouted across the hall to the distracted woman, pulling her out of her trance. “Move!”

Felicia scurried across the main hall, doing her best to weave between spider people. Once she caught up to Jessica, they made their way to the ‘big man’s office’ as Jessica puts it. 

The two women entered the dark, grand office. Felicia spots a platform about 20 feet in the air with dozens of holographic screens filled with information and statistics. In the center stood the back of a blue and red man. 

“Ahem!” LYLA appeared next to the tall man. “Your newest recruit is here.” 

The platform slowly lowers but the man doesn't move. Instead, he touches the holographic screens, causing Felicia’s profile to appear. 

“Felicia Hardy?” 

Felicia was taken aback by his voice. She didn’t know what she was expecting but it wasn’t that. It’s a low, resonant tone that fills the air and commands respect and attention. It has a subtle vibration that conveys confidence and strength, and it's a sound that Felicia finds attractive and comforting. His voice has the power to evoke emotion and stir feelings of comfort and security. 

Jessica nudges the woman beside her, yanking Felicia from her thoughts. “Yes, Sir.” She purrs, easing back into the Felicia Hardy she knows and loves. 

“According to my data, you’re the first spider woman.” The platform touches the ground prompting the man to turn to look at Felicia. 

She couldn’t help but admire the man’s build and height, thinking that the elevated perspective had made him appear bigger. “The one and only.” She smirks. 

“Hmm…” The man thinks for a moment, admiring the beautiful woman in front of him. He’s seen and read about plenty of Felicia’s as they have been a big part in some Spider-Man’s lives. Yet, this Felicia seemed different. Her eyes sparkled and the way she carried herself radiated confidence. “I haven’t properly introduced myself. I’m Spider-man 2099, my name is Miguel O’Hara.” Miguel closes some distance, letting his mask retract to reveal his messy wavy head and stunning brown eyes.  

“Felica.” She replies, making intense eye contact with the man. 

Miguel slowly walks closer and begins to circle her like a vulture, studying his prey. “ According to your file, you only got your powers several months ago. Explain.”

“Long story short, my… Spider-Man and I infiltrated Oscorp. They were trying to replicate the serum and I ended up getting accidentally bit by one of their patients during the fight, but they’re all dead now, don’t worry.”

“Hmmm..” Miguel hummed as he inspected her suit. “Is this your spider suit?” 

“I don’t need one.” Felicia crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow at the Spider-Man. 

“If you want to join the spider society you do. What’s your call sign?”

“Black Cat.” Felicia side-eyes Miguel, predicting his thoughts. 

“Jess,” Miguel looks over to the woman, now sitting in the corner. “Why waste my time?” 

“Waste your time?!” Felicia snaps, turning to look at Miguel. “You need me!” 

“Ahuh.” He rolls his eyes as his mask covers his face, unleashing Felicia's three weeks of pent-up rage. 

“Listen here Spider-Man! I spent 4 months training my ass off, learning my powers, and proving to your little spider society that I’m worthy. I am not going to let you circle me and make assumptions about me based on my outfit and variants! I’ll fight you right now, and I’ll kick your ass!” 

Miguel can’t help but make a small smirk at Felicia’s personality. Miguel steps closer tilting his head down so that his chin practically grazes his collarbone and lets his mask fade. Felica stands her ground looking directly up into his chocolate eyes with fiery determination. She wasn’t going to let some self-appointed leader tell her she wasn’t good enough. 

Meanwhile, in the corner of the office, Jessica and LYLA watch the interaction with confusion. “What the fuck is happening?” 

“I- I really can’t tell you.” LYLA replies. “There’s something there though.” LYLA pulls out her phone taking a picture of the two for future evidence or blackmail before glitching away. 

Still withholding their gazes on each other Miguel eventually snaps out of it only to grumble.  “LYLA, take Felicia to the tailor to make a suit.”. A short smirk makes it’s way on Felicia’s face, silently congratulating herself that she got her way. “We’ll start your training with the other spiders tomorrow morning. Bright and early. As for you ‘Black Cat’ let’s get one thing straight here…” Felicia raises her eyebrow in anticipation, her arms crossed over her chest, her cleavage poking through just enough in the black skin-tight suit adorning her body. “You may be used to playing by your own rules and whatnot but here, this is my playground. And what I say, goes.” He leans back against the small table behind him, his arms now also crossed over his chest, making it hard for Felicia not to notice the way his biceps and arms moved with each breath he took. “Do I make myself clear, gata?”

Felicia unfolds her arms and takes a step closer to Miguel, squaring her shoulders as if preparing for a fight. “Yes, Araña.” 

“And start thinking of new names,” Miguel said before walking back to his desk with a smirk. 

Chapter 2

A/N: Its good to be back! Please let me know what you think💕

[itsscromp]

peter and miles comforting reader who just lost someone in battle? <3

Peter parker and Miles Morales x Reader

Awwwwwwwwww I love this so much, The fluff man the absolute fluff of this idea. Word count:1.1k

"No, No !!!! Dad !!!!, Dad !!!!" You rushed over to him as you lifted the rubble off of him, Taking off your mask slightly so he could see your face. Tears spilling from your eyes.

"Y/n ??" He weakly said as blood emerged from his mouth.

"I'm right here dad, I'm gonna get you help ok ??" You tearfully said.

Your dad was travelling around Hell's Kitchen when Kraven destroyed the surroundings on his latest hunt for lizard. Your dad got caught in the crossfire as rubble crumbled on top of him, You were swinging for lizard when you saw your dad in the blink of an eye.

"It's gonna be ok..." You said as he gently cupped your cheek.

"My baby... I'm so proud of you..." He was growing weaker.

"No... No Dad please stay with me" You took his hand. "Please... don't go"

"I...Love you... with all my heart... and soul..." He smiled weakly before going limp. He was gone...

You let out the most heartbreaking sob in your life, Miles and MJ witnessed it. They were so shocked and sad. Once they found Conner's they told Peter. But with him in the symbiote suit, he brushed it off as if he was a distraction from the mission. Which at first was a twist of the knife in the gut.

You didn't even have time to grieve after that, You had to still deal with Kraven, Then help Peter get the suit off, and then venom and the rise of his parasites.

After that, you were slumped into a depressive episode, You didn't get out of bed. You didn't eat anything. The only times you ever got out of bed were for the bathroom and water. You were a mess. Peter and Miles continued to call you to check up on you. But to no answer which really worried them both.

So they went to your apartment the next day and knocked on your door.

"y/n ??" Peter called out for you.

"You in there??" Miles called out as well.

But the same as the phone calls, no answer. this really worried them.

"What do we do, I lost the spare key to their apartment" Peter sighed and rubbed his face.

"Hang on man, I got an idea" Miles then pulled out a spider bot from his pocket and then set it up "Help our friend little guy"

The spider bot then entered under the door, before webbing the lock and pulling it to unlock the door for the two. They entered inside to see the place wasn't really as it was, The curtains were closed. The trash can wasn't emptied and the fruit on the bench was now rotten.

They tidied up the place slightly and then saw your closed door, Gently going over to it and opening it. Seeing you lying in bed... watching a video on your phone, of you and your dad.

"Y/n..." Miles was saddened when he saw you in this state. He gently walked over to you and kneeled down to the side of your bed. Gently taking your hand.

"I miss him..." You said so quietly, It was barely a whisper.

"I know man... I know" He gently wiped your tears.

"We're here for you, ok ??" Peter reassured you as he gently massaged your scalp, laying next to you.

Fresh tears began to fall, Peter wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, gently rubbing your back. "It's ok... Let it out" Miles joined in, gently taking your hand and rubbing your knuckles with his thumb.

You continued to cry until you couldn't, gently passing out from exhaustion. You missed your dad deeply. The memory pierced into your mind, He was taken away from you.

You gently woke up, still in Peter's arms. You gently rolled over to face him, He felt sad seeing you lie this. The bags, how red and puffy your eyes were. You were exhausted, Not to mention the symbiote stung you badly.

"Hey... You know that wasn't me when I said that. I wasn't myself, and... I feel bad for what it said to you." Peter felt so guilty.

You didn't say anything to him, But you snuggled up to him closer. You just wanted to be with his company again, feeling his warmth. He wrapped his arms around tighter, pressing a gentle kiss on your head. "You're my best friend you know that ??"

You nodded gently, hiding your face in his chest, sighing gently as he massaged your scalp again.

Miles then came back a bit later as he sat down on the bed, gently rubbing your arm. "Hey, man... I ordered us some pizza... Your favourite." You nodded again.

"Come on... Let's get you to a shower" Peter helped you up as miles then found some clean clothes and a towel, handing it to you.

"Do you need help or will you be ok ??" Peter asked you.

"I'll... I'll be ok..." You then entered the shower, sighing as the warm water rushed through your skin. More tears spilled as you quietly cried to yourself. Soon after, you hopped out of the shower and went back out in your fresh clothes.

"There you are" Peter softly smiled at you and wrapped his arms around you. "You look like someone who needs a hug, but not just any hug. A Peter hug" He chuckled

Your lips twitched into a small smile.

"Is that a smile I see ??" He gently pinched your cheek.

"buzz off" You playfully said to him softly, before gently leaning your head against his shoulder.

"I love you guys..." You said as he patted your back. "We love you too y/n, so very much."

Miles then brought inside the pizza and the aromas hit your senses, causing your stomach to rumble loudly, they could both hear it. "Come on then" Miles smiled as he opened the lid, Gently taking a slice and offering it to you. gently taking it and biting into it, You sighed with content as you then ate your slice.

The two continued to help cheer you up and get you back on your feet, But there was one thing that hadn't been done yet, and the thought of it got you slightly overwhelmed. Visiting his grave...

You were walking alongside the two when you saw his tombstone... A wave of emotions set in you as you saw his name... Miles and Peter gently squeeze your shoulder. You laid your flowers down and gently touched the tombstone.

"Goodbye, dad... I love you so much" You said as tears spilled again.

You missed your dad deeply and every single day. But Peter and Miles were here with you for every step of the way. they know what it's like to lose loved ones. They would help pick you up and dust you off. They would help you get through this.

A/N: I got teary eyed writing this.

Taglist: @callofdudes @fun-k-board

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With Thunder Comes Lightning

Summery: Peter and MJ tried again, but the spark wasn't there; they stay as friends to raise their soon-to-be daughter. Everything was going great until evil goop and a spooky vampire guy fall out of an orange portal. Little does Peter know that the biggest pain in his ass and future mutant best friend has landed right at his feet.  

art by @gryphll

Chapter 4 - Appointment

Doctor appointments weren't MJ's favourite thing. She had a phobia of needles and other medical garbage. The smell of sterile stuff made her ill.

Of course, Peter has to be the friendly neighbourhood Spiderman. For her safety, MJ had their new buddy.

"It's just a checkup. Everything's going to be fine," MJ told herself, biting her lower lip. "I don't feel fine. Ok. Can I have some encouragement?"

"I've never been to a hospital, so I can't accurately assure your safety," Miguel stated, the coldness of it concerning her. "I'll kill whoever comes too close. Does that help?"

"You're trying. That's helpful enough, tough guy."

"I suspect you're infantilising me."

"I have a baby growing in me. Everyone is an infant to me now. And you're, y'know, a decade younger than me."

His little grumble was cute.

MJ might not know how to make a portal watch or swing webs, but she could see when someone was hurt.

The entire situation hurt her best friend; Peter was a good man with a titanic heart, and it weighed heavily on him. She wanted to hug and tell him it was ok, but she couldn't lie to his face. She didn't know how this would turn out.

He cried himself to sleep last night. He was grieving the loss of his friends alone. He tended to put himself on an island when in pain, not wanting to put the burden on others. It was a selfless part of him she used to love, but now she worried.

Her best friend was in pain, as was her new friend.

"Is there anything that they can do here to help you?" MJ asked, her blue eyes wandering up to meet those dark sunglasses.

"There's nothing to help in my universe. I doubt it'll be any different here."

"You never know. They might have something for those allergies and the light thing."

"No."

"Hmm, that sounds like self-harm."

"It's not undeserved."

"What is it with Spidermen and being all self-sacrificing?"

"We have the power to do something. We can do enough to make a significant change. By sacrificing ourselves, the people we protect can rest in peace. That's what it means to be Spiderman."

"Almost sounds like a quote."

"It was. From the Spiderman of my universe before me."

He was from the future, but MJ didn't even consider there might have been a previous Spiderman. Was it like Peter and Miles?

It's exciting learning about other universes.

"What was he like? The one before you?"

"I never met him. He died long, long before I came to be. When Klyntarus ruled our universe, there weren't any heroes or anybody with the power to do something - I'm... still alone on that front. But he was a good man from what I understand."

At least Peter had co-workers, allies and friends.

She was sad knowing that Peter had died there. All of the other heroes, too. It wouldn't be surprising if Klyntarus had something to do with that.

It's sweet that he was inspired by the original Spiderman, though.

He's right, though. If you can make a change for the better, you should.

The creed of Spiderman is to put others before yourself; it's a heavy burden but an honourable one. She respected it.

"I'm glad that he inspired you."

"Gracias."

MJ didn't like the smell of the hospital entrance. It was messy, sterile and also tainted with puke. Thankfully, she wasn't alone in her disgust.

"Oh, mierda. Huele como una morgue horneada," he hissed, cringing.

"No idea what you said, tough guy, but agreed."

She didn't enjoy having to sign in. The receptionists weren't interested in being helpful, mostly ignoring MJ. They only started to pay attention when Miguel growled; it reminded MJ of a pissed-off cane corso.

Having a giant buff Latino vampire proved helpful. He's like a bodyguard, scaring people into listening to her. She used to do that for Peter when people ignored him for being a nerd.

She loves nerds. They've got so many interests and know many intriguing things. They can never bore you.

With the giant having kidnapped their attention, MJ was finally able to get things moving. All they had to do now was linger in the cesspool of stench until her doctor could be assed.

MJ's not happy about sitting on a warm chair surrounded by sick people, all looking as pleased as her.

She hates hospitals.

"How's your first hospital visit?"

"Mierda."

"Agreed."

Although MJ didn't have spidey sense, she had bullshit sense, courtesy of being a little redhead spitfire. She could detect something akin to one of those space wizards in those movies that Peter enjoyed.

There is a foulness in the force.

With some scouring, MJ spotted the source of the foulness. It was a woman glowering at her and her friend, paler than carved marble; she must be anaemic.

MJ's been around long enough to see one of those people.

She's not standing for it. She might be eight months pregnant and a shorty, but MJ had a spider's spirit.

Hopefully, she could distract him from that witch.

"If it's not rude for me to ask, is Nueva a Spanish version of new york?"

"No. It was destroyed in the calamity of 2038 and was rebuilt by Hector Nueva, soon named after him. I'm just Mexican. A little Irish, too."

"You're a damn big leprechaun."

"Very funny. I'm more like a Chupacabra, anyway."

"And here I thought you didn't like vampires."

"I don't. Vampires suck. Chupacabras are cool."

"They do suck."

"You're worse than Parker."

"I take that as a compliment, thank you."

Peter will feel much better knowing that she's not alone. She's got a buddy guard to protect her from any ominous sludge.

All Miguel has to do is sit in the corner and be spooky.

She was due measurements, weighing, blood pressure, a quick ultrasound, and possibly a pelvic exam - she hated those. It's so awkward and invasive.

While MJ should want nobody else in the room, she doesn't get a pervy vibe from Miguel. He didn't react when she came out of the shower, not bothered or even interested. He didn't have a single care about that sort of thing.

Her bullshit sense often intertwines with her gaydar. He's not straight; she knew that much. If she were a gambler, MJ would put her money on asexual.

Does he know what that is? She might ask later.

"MJ."

"Yeah?"

"We need to leave."

"Wait, is it him? Is he coming?" MJ questioned.

She was scared of being too close to that monster. It's hurt her friends so much, and she hasn't even seen it.

MJ didn't get to ask more as a roar echoed from outside.

Before she knew what was happening, she was facing the pale ceiling, bright orange webbing keeping her there. Several other people were up as well, but not her surprise roommate.

A suited Miguel was beneath her in the waiting room, his hands gripping the thick horn of nonother than Aleksei Sytsevich, also known as the Rhino.

Something was wrong, though. His thick hide was burned and scorched, ooze dripping and refusing to mix with his blood.

His face, usually mixed with rage and bloodlust, was full of fear and anguish. Most of his face was gone, reduced to burned bone. He only had a single eye, but she doubted he could see from it.

"Помогите мне кто-нибудь!" Rhino roared, his voice bloodcurdling and terrified. "Обжигает! Обжигает!"

MJ didn't understand Russian, but she knew he was in agony.

A black sludge ripped from his spine, red eyes scowling at Miguel.

"2099! What a coincidence! Such a little universe, hmm?" Klyntarus cackled, forcing Rhino to push forward. "Such weak little bodies. Can you imagine how it feels to be a flame sailing a sea of kerosene?"

"Eres toda mía, perra mocosa!"

"I look forward to you trying."

She winced as Rhino cried again, begging for help that couldn't come.

Klyntarus rammed into Miguel again, pushing him through the empty reception desk. People were running in panic, terrified.

MJ scrambled for her phone, texting Peter as quickly as she could. As soon as he realised she was there, it would go to ultimate shit.

Pick up your damn phone, Parker!

Peter hopped past Morbius' claws, finding them far less impressive than Miguel's. Honestly, the vamp had nothing on Peter's roommate.

He didn't have Miguel's power or claws; even Miguel's fangs were much more intimidating. The red of his eyes had much more potency than Morbius'.

"You are depriving some village of their idiot!" Morbius sneered, trying to pierce Peter.

"And Twilight is missing one of its vamps!"

Peter jumped on the ledge of a balcony, cracking his aching back.

He wasn't sure how to feel about Morbius now. He was somewhat interested at the beginning. After ten years, though? it got old.

At this point, Morbius was the villain of the week.

Weirdly, he felt like a knockoff compared to his fellow spider. He didn't have the same energy or vibe.

He can't put it into words exactly, but compared to Miguel, Morbius is nothing.

"That movie is an insult to what makes vampires so-"

"-Lame?" Peter finished, uninterested. "Are you going to sparkle now?"

"Insolent brat!"

"I'm almost forty, dude."

"You're younger than me, so you're a brat!"

Man, so this is how Miguel felt.

He's still going to annoy him over being younger. What friend would Peter be if he didn't?

When Morbius pounced, Peter jumped onto a nearby roof, feeling his cracked phone buzz. He should ignore it, given he's fighting a "mighty" foe, but his senses demand otherwise.

Peter looked at his phone, seeing a missed call from MJ. Was she done with her appointment already? That was quick!

The text, however, told him otherwise.

Fuck Peter with a salty menorah. He's there.

"I've got a thing. Debate movies with you later, Mikey!"

"Darn you, Spiderman!"

"Whatever!"

He wasted no chance racing towards the hospital, and police were already surrounding the chaos. He landed upon a police car, fear dancing in his bones.

Peter's spidey senses were screaming to run away, but he couldn't. His friends and baby were in there.

As expected, Jameson was still kicking, talking to news cameras, no doubt blaming Peter for this, somehow. He's glad he quit working for that asshole; it was such a toxic environment.

Whatever, he's too old to care about what Jameson's whining about.

Peter swung inside, smelling the rot already. He's here alright. It disgusted him that Klyntarus was attacking a hospital, but he was already vile; Peter shouldn't be shocked at his evil.

There were glowing, orange webs on the ceiling where MJ's text said she'd been. He couldn't see her anywhere, so he would have to go looking. The trail of bloody melted viscera and rot was a good indicator.

The hospital looked like something out of a horror movie; it was decayed, in ruin. It's been infected by Klyntarus.

He was scared that he would find her and hurt them. He was terrified of being a father but even more afraid of losing his child.

Fuck, how can Miguel cope with losing his daughter? Peter hadn't even met his kid and was scared for them.

Peter crept through the ruins, cautiously stepping over suspicious mounds that stank of death. He relied on his spidey senses, but they were overwhelmed by that monster's presence.

Something big had barrelled through the hospital, almost like a torpedo or tank. It would take ages to fix this place up if that were even possible.

Klyntarus destroyed everything around him. It's likely that wherever he goes, it's inhospitable.

He saw some glowing web, a sign of his teammate. He followed it, finding a deep hole that ran so far down that Peter couldn't see the bottom. It appeared to reach the under levels of the hospital; there should only be a basement, though.

Another buzz from his damaged phone - a text!

Peter stared at it, analysing the three dancing dots that eventually became a message. His heart was tachycardic with worry and fear.

The older Spiderman ran, looking at the fading numbers on the doors he passed. He paused at 16B, the one that MJ's number indicated. Despite knowing it could be a trap, Peter broke the door open, scouring the room.

MJ was sitting beside a gurney. She was in shock, afraid and alone.

A recently deceased young man lay not far from her. He was horrifically burned, and most of his left leg was reduced to sludge. He died slowly; Peter knew that as soon as he spotted him.

He quickly came to his best friend's side, checking her for injuries.

"He had Rhino's body," MJ whimpered, shaking from the ordeal. "He was crying for help, Peter. Rhino. He was in agony."

That explained why the hospital had a giant hole in it.

"Come on, let's get out of here," Peter said, bridal carrying his close friend. "Are you hurt anywhere?"

"No. No, Miguel distracted him so we could run out. Something went wrong, though. The bodies didn't stay -"

"Parker!"

Peter twisted to the deceased man, who was now sitting up, black fluid running from his orifices. His eyes were empty, devoid of life, but something was in there, puppeteering him.

He was close to tightening his grip but knew it'd hurt MJ. He wouldn't do that to her.

She clung to his body, hiding her face in his chest.

"He will reign long, and your friend will be far too gone!" the corpse cackled, rotting at an astonishing rate. He melted to bones before Peter's eyes. Not even his clothes survived the rot.

As cryptic as that was, Peter knew what it was implying.

Peter had to get MJ outside first, however.

He made his way out of the hospital, feeling that fear fade with each step. The further from Klyntarus he was, the more confident he felt.

Did Klyntarus' very presence rot your soul? It seemed so.

"Keep her safe," Peter ordered a surprised and confused police officer, turning back towards the building. "And don't let anybody else inside. I mean it."

"It's the same thing that killed those heroes, isn't it?" the officer said, removing her jacket to cover MJ. "Don't die in there, Spiderman."

"I don't plan on it."

He couldn't make any promises.

So, fear growing in his chest, Peter returned to the leftover Walking Dead set. He wouldn't be shocked to find Rick Grimes' room where he was somehow untouched in a coma for a year.

That entire show was a fever dream; he was sure of it. After Glenn died, the only fun left was, ironically, Negan. He'll have to make Miguel watch that.

When he arrived at the suspicious hole, Peter jumped. His knees complained when he landed, cracking in all the wrong and unsatisfying ways.

The fear of Klyntarus was far more potent than before, suffocating Peter in an aura of fear and death.

He's not looking for that thing, though.

Peter quickly spotted the entrance to a tunnel that shouldn't exist.

Rhino's body lay mangled and twisted at the entrance like a macabre decoration. Instead of being melted, it looked like a savage beast and tore the poor bastard apart. He didn't want to be on the backside of whatever caused that.

He walked down the tunnels, listening out for his friend.

His senses went off, sending a tingle down his spine. He turned around, annoyed to see Morbius had followed him.

"Not the time, Count Lame-ula. Ugh, that sounded better in my head. Whatever, could you go and haunt some little kid's birthday party? I'm in the middle of something."

"What horrors could have created such strife?" Morbius asked, both in awe and horrified by the situation.

"An extradimensional genocidal evil Symbiote that decays whatever he touches. You should go before you eats you, too."

"I don't believe you."

"I don't care."

"You're trying to deceive me!"

"Not everything is about you!"

"Fool! I am the reincarnation of the great Count Dracula!"

"Sure, and I'm the reincarnation of Link - see my little fairy, Navi? We're on our way to rescue Zelda," Peter sighed, rolling his eyes behind his mask. "Just go bother someone else, alright?"

Vampires suck.

Peter paused, feeling something else was down here. It wasn't Klyntarus, but it felt similar and yet distinct. He could feel it was nearby and dangerous, but not the precise position.

That "something" was coming and fast.

Of course, Morbius acted like a child and attempted to attack Peter while distracted. He wouldn't get the chance to get close, however.

A blur of red and dark pounced upon Morbius before he could reach Peter, his senses screaming at him to run. He couldn't see what it was but could hear the rabid rage and terrified cries.

Peter webbed the mysterious form and pulled it away from Michael, hearing a dog-like grunt of annoyance and frustration.

A pair of deep, red eyes stared back at Peter. They were similar to Klyntarus'; they had his unique shade, but Klyntarus didn't have pupils or irises. The eye shape was far too human to be Klyntarus, even if he tried to make a human body.

The eyes were what Peter was focused on at first, but then he saw what the rest of the red was.

A suit.

"Miguel?" Peter questioned, realising what, or rather who, he was looking at.

His pupils were so thin they were almost non-existent. He was shaking, breathing heavily and hunched over, foamy drool dripping onto the ground.

While Miguel didn't exist to Peter's spidey sense, this did. It wasn't the same as Klyntarus, but it was similar enough.

Miguel was swallowing air. It's like he was in a scary trance, trapped far away.

His claws were out, ready to scratch something that wasn't there. His fingers were shaking so much.

Peter felt like he was looking at a werewolf, pure instinct and consciousness battling for control, and the former was dominant.

Morbius shifted into shadows, reforming behind "Miguel". It was a stupid idea, for Miguel turned and bit Morbius' arm.

Having seen what it could do to Klyntarus, Peter grabbed his friend. The stupid villain was clawing at Miguel's face, trying to make him let go. Glowing blue was dripping from Morbius' arm - the venom was already being delivered.

"Get it off me!" Morbius yelled, turning his vampiric claws to Miguel's neck. He wouldn't let go, eyes staring at something that wasn't there.

It was clear Miguel wasn't there. He couldn't hear Peter, stuck in this bizarre and scary trance.

An idea came to Peter.

He took out his phone and turned on the flashlight, shining it directly into Miguel's eyes.

The trance version of his friend yowled, letting go to cover his eyes. While Morbius had left deep scratches on his face, the photophobia forced him to let go.

Morbius stumbled back, his arm shaking horribly.

Ignoring the vampire, Peter grabbed Miguel's shoulders, trying to figure out what was happening.

His "buddy" dropped his arms loosely, glowering towards Peter, but it didn't seem directed at him.

"It's me. It's Peter, alright?" Peter said, trying to get through to him. "How about we sit down? Does that sound good?"

He knew Miguel was much more powerful than him, but Peter's faster. If he needed to, Peter could stick to the walls or ceiling.

Encouraging his distant friend to sit down, Peter watched him, paying attention to his eyes.

Without any stimulation, he watched the redness in his eyes fade. When the red left, some awareness returned, replaced by confusion.

"What happened?" Peter asked, glancing at the groaning Morbius still clutching his arm.

"Había mucho ruido," Miguel muttered, rubbing his eyes. "He tried to take me. Estúpido bastardo."

The corpse's warning.

Did Klyntarus trigger a flight or fight response, only instead of Miles' invisibility, Miguel went rabid? It could've been a PTSD thing, too.

"Where's MJ?"

"She's safe," Peter said, feeling Klyntarus' presence growing. "We need to go."

Peter grabbed the taller man's side, feeling his broken ribs. That never seemed to stop him.

"I can move."

"I don't doubt that, but you still seem out of it."

The possession attempt had an impact, as he was still spaced out. It was like he was stoned or drunk.

"Happens sometimes," his friend grunted, a noise that did things Peter wished it didn't. "I didn't hurt you?"

"No. All I'm hurting from is arthritis."

"I always hurt someone..."

He didn't like hearing the sadness and regret there. And Peter couldn't say that he hadn't. He attacked Morbius and must've killed Rhino, though that seemed to be a mercy.

"Indeed."

Peter scowled at Morbius' body, watching "his" head tilt. While Peter was focused on Miguel, he didn't even realise Morbius got snatched.

He didn't like the guy, but Morbius didn't deserve that fate.

The kidnapped body was already starting to decay.

"I'm going to take everything from you, Peter. I'll break you in ways you didn't think could be broken. And I'll have him, too," Klyntarus vowed, tilting Morbius' head too far to the right. "I'll let you play with my toy for now. It'll make it all the easier to break him after I've shredded your soul."

"What's to stop me from walking over there and ripping you out of there?"

"Because you're like all the other Parkers I've eaten. You don't kill, even when you want to. You won't kill me while I'm in someone's body. It's cowardice I thankfully bred out of my true body." His friend hissed, but it only made Klyntarus smile. "You've come so far from the fragile ball of flesh I ripped from that whore wetback."

Peter can't kill. It's his greatest strength and his weakness. How is he meant to beat something that'll only stop if it's destroyed?

He needed to get Miguel out of here and look after MJ. He had to find somewhere safe for her to stay.

Regardless of how his friend felt, they needed help. They were going to get the X-Men for backup.

"Until I find a more suitable temporary vessel, Parker. Farewell."

Peter shot a web at Morbius' possessed body, but he vanished into shadow.

Another day where he could've done something but didn't have the balls. That was a theme he was getting angry at.

"Maldito cobarde."

"Yeah, to whatever you said, pal."

Xavier's going to have a field day over this.

Special thanks to spider-the-bat for the borders!

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Tight Grip, Broken Dam (7)

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You don’t question it anymore, when Miguel appears in your bed at night. He’s not there for sex, no, you’ve never even kissed—though you would be lying if you said you weren’t open to the idea of kissing him. He’s there for comfort. For rest. If only it could stay so simple.

Pair: Miguel O'Hara & GN!Reader

Notes: for series: slow burn, ambiguous relationship, found family dynamics, reader is in their late 20s. for chapter: no warnings. allusions to loss and grief.

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“You should come have dinner with me and MJ,” Peter declares, the two of you hanging by webs and fingertips from the side of a building where you wait to spot this dimension’s Spider-Man.

You whip your head to look at him, waving your hand. “Peter, are you even looking?”

“It’s been a while, and she’s been asking about you,” he says, undeterred.

“This better not be some half-cocked scheme to get me and Miguel in the same room.”

“Nope,” he says, putting up a hand as if swearing his innocence in court. “I completely respect that the two of you are being totally weird and avoiding each other for no reason.”

It’s not that you’re avoiding Miguel, exactly. It’s more that you don’t know what you would even say to him if you had the opportunity to really speak. It’s at least partially because you don't like the idea of approaching someone and being the one to start a conversation about them apologizing to you. Perhaps also because while the two of you had had that not-so-long-ago period of sleeping together—actually sleeping—the two of you had never talked about any of it. It was always work, or sharing grief, or quiet domesticity with quite little actually said.

You realize that you have never even seen where he lives.

So… okay, maybe you were avoiding him.

“I’m not avoiding him,” you say.

“Yeah, uh-huh,” Peter says dismissively. “Come by for dinner.”

“Whatever, fine,” you say. “But only because I like MJ and she’s never done me wrong.”

“Great!”

“Spidey, two o’clock,” you nod your head at a streak of electric blue and cherry red.

“Yup,” Peter says, and the two of you swing off to introduce yourselves.

What you don’t tell Peter, what you don’t tell anyone, is how much you miss Miguel’s presence in your daily life. In your nightly life.

When you go to bed, feeling just that much lonelier in your empty apartment and craving comfort after long nights swinging through your city and/or the multiverse, you often find yourself cuddling up to your pillows. It’s become a new routine for you to wrap one in your arms and press it to your chest, as if the softness of it can fill and soothe the ache around your heart.

In Miguel’s fantasies he has the perfect apology. In his more ridiculous ones he appears in your apartment, or you appear in his. A beautiful speech pours from his lips, ending in a bone crushing hug and him back in your good graces, and then he–

In Miguel’s fantasies he’s not a coward.

Instead, he works in his lab and goes on more missions. He’s antsy, restless, falling back into old habits previously tempered by secret soft nighttime visits. He knows it’s starting to come to the attention of others in the Spider-Society, if the rumors that his slightly more snappish than usual mood is because of the multiverse becoming increasingly more unstable (it’s not) is anything to go by, or even the few Spider-People that have begun to theorize he was dumped by a secret lover.

Which he wasn't. Obviously.

“You need to take a break, man,” Peter says. It’s one of the few occasions that he’s not in that stupid shocking pink bathrobe, having just returned from another recruitment mission with you.

You, who isn’t there when Peter brings the newest Spider-Man recruit to meet Miguel, despite being part of the mission.

“I’m fine,” Miguel says, voice stern.

Peter is undeterred. “I’m not suggesting you take a break from work altogether. I’m just saying, maybe you can get a little rest.”

Miguel sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Maybe spend some time around people, outside of the lab? Y’know, get out for a minute.”

Miguel turns his back to Peter, shaking his head.

Peter continues, undeterred. “Maybe you should come by for dinner with me and the missus.”

“I’m not going to a dinner party in your dimension, and definitely not in your home.”

“Not a party!” Peter says, hands up. “Just dinner with the family. Come on. I know you like Mayday, it’ll be relaxing. Normal.”

Miguel wants to fire back with ‘I would hardly describe your presence as relaxing,’ but instead he says “If I agree to go, will you get out of my lab?”

“You got it, boss,” Peter says, and Miguel can hear the smile in his voice before he even turns to glare at him over his shoulder.

“Honey, are you sure this is a good idea?”

Mary Jane is taking plates down from the cabinet to set the table as Peter pulls Mayday off of the face of the fridge.

“Of course it's a good idea, I came up with it.” He replies lightheartedly, turning to face his wife with a soft, warm smile as May gums at the collar of his casual button up shirt. “Trust me. They need this.”

The doorbell rings.

MJ raises an eyebrow at him, a look that clearly says I have my doubts but I love you so I’ll support your harebrained scheme. Out loud, she says: “I’ll get the door.”

Peter nods in thanks, bouncing their daughter in his arms. MJ leaves the kitchen, and his ears track her to the front door and the sound of it opening.

“Miguel!” He hears her say warmly. “You’re right on time, please come in.”

“Thank you Mrs Parker.”

“Really, MJ is fine. Mrs Parker makes me feel old,” she laughs and Peter hears the door shut. “What do you have there?”

“I wasn’t sure if you were back to drinking wine so I brought coffee. I figure newer parents can always benefit from the wake up.”

Peter smiles. Miguel may give every impression of being a hardass—because he is, he reminds himself—but he’s a thoughtful one as well.

“That’s so thoughtful!” MJ says. “Here, I’ll put it away. Go ahead and have a seat, dinner should be ready in just about fifteen minutes.”

MJ returns to the kitchen with a bag of coffee beans and a pointed look at Peter.

“Thank you, honey,” Peter says and quickly gives her a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll take care of the rest.”

“Mhm,” she says, playfully stern. “Now go out there while I finish cooking for three whole Spider-People.”

“You’re incredible, have I mentioned that?” Peter smiles at her as he walks backwards to the kitchen door.

“I wouldn’t complain about hearing it more,” she replies, turning her attention to the stove. “Now go!”

Peter slips out of the kitchen and right into the dining room, where Miguel is sitting at his dining table, looking entirely out of place.

“Mr. Boss-Man, so glad you could make it!” Peter greets enthusiastically, pulling Mayday’s high chair up to the end of the table, right beside the chair where he plans to sit later on. “MJ’s a great cook, you won’t regret it.”

“I remember,” Miguel says flatly.

“Ha, right,” Peter says, remembering all of the grief-food he had delivered to Miguel on MJ’s behalf not long before Mayday was born. “Well, it’s gonna be a great time.”

Miguel clearly suppresses a sigh, and if his exhale is slightly bigger or louder than usual Peter makes no comment.

The doorbell rings, and Miguel looks at Peter with a frown.

“Oh, I’ve got it, don’t worry,” Peter passes Mayday to Miguel, ignoring the suspicious frown growing more and more prominent across his face.

Mayday now safely in Miguel’s capable hands and babbling happily, Peter books it out of the dining room and down the foyer to the front door of his house, feet stepping lightly even in his hurry. He reaches the door and swings it open just as the doorbell rings again.

“Hey!” he greets your surprised face, your hand still on the doorbell.

“Jesus, hi,” you laugh, lowering your arm, and holding out the gift in your other hand. “I don’t know if you guys are drinking wine, but I figured you wouldn’t mind having a bottle on hand for later, right?”

Peter just about manages not to let out a barking laugh. “That’s very thoughtful. Here, come on in.” He moves aside so you can step through the door, and once you’re in the hall he closes it with a click. He pauses for a half a second, considering whether he should do the extra lock to delay any escape attempts—

“Oh, it smells great!” you call into the house, and Peter flips the bolt lock shut.

“Ha, doesn’t it?” He replies in an only somewhat forced cheery tone, hurrying after you.

“Thanks for inviting m–” you turn into the dining room, stopping dead in your tracks just inside the threshold.

Peter quickly steps into the doorway behind you, peering past you to see Miguel staring at you like a deer in headlights. That is, until he sees Peter behind you and his face steels into one of well-hidden nearly murderous intent.

Yup, handing Mayday over to him before this was definitely the right call.

You’re still frozen in the doorway, so Peter puts a hand on your shoulder and begins to steer you towards the chair at the table opposite Miguel’s.

“Food should be ready any second now!” Peter says in what he hopes is a bright and casual voice, removing his hand from your shoulder when you finally drop down into your chair with a soft thump. He steps around to his side of the table, on the end between and perpendicular to you and Miguel.

And, oof. You’re hiding it well, but Peter can still see the tension in your shoulders and the look of I am so going to kill you dead you give him, communicated through just slightly widened eyes and a pointed smile.

He definitely made the right call putting Mayday’s highchair between you and him.

Peter is so dead. So unbelievably and entirely dead.

Across from you, Miguel radiates… something. You’re sure your own high-running emotions are poisoning the room with a toxic cloud, the unidentifiable static charge from the man across the table gearing up to turn the clash of your feelings into a summer storm, lightning and roiling clouds and all.

How the fuck did the two of you get here? You can almost understand why Peter decided to interfere.

You swallow, looking down at the table, at the decor of the dining room, at Peter, at May as she passes from Miguel’s hands—damn, you forgot how big they are (focus!) —to Peter’s, anywhere but at Miguel himself.

“So,” you ask. “What are we eating?”

MJ’s voice calls your name in greeting from the kitchen door behind you, and you turn in your seat to watch as she enters with a steaming dish of roast vegetables.

“Seasoned roast veggies,” she says, placing the dish on the table with a smile. She glances from Miguel back to you, and the corner of her mouth tilts into something apologetic. “And rice, with optional chicken. Also, salad.”

“Do you need help getting it?” you ask.

“Sure!”

You get up from your seat with nary a glance at Miguel or Peter, and follow Mary Jane back into the kitchen.

Immediately she whispers to you when you slyly huddle by the stove to grab the last dishes. She takes the salad, and you take the rest.

“I tried to talk him out of it.”

You sigh, and it comes out as a weary chuckle through your nose, whispering back, “I don’t doubt that you did–”

“But not that hard. I kind of agree with him.”

“Wh-?”

“Just stick it out through dinner, alright?”

Baffled, you nod, and are left with no choice but to follow her back into the dining room.

Most of the conversation over dinner is between MJ, yourself, and Peter. Miguel eats quietly, asking MJ the occasional question about her work when it comes up, and then falling quiet again when you and her get into commiserating about working in the creative field.

All in all… It’s not a terrible night. You’d even be able to enjoy it more, if only you could relax and take the edges of your mind off of the man sitting across from you.

And you can feel it when he continually glances at you.

Beside you May yawns in her chair.

“I should put her down for the night,” Peter says, standing.

“I’ll take care of it this time, honey,” MJ says, also rising from her seat. “Why don’t you clean the table up, see if our guests want to take any home?”

You avert your eyes as Peter hands May over and the couple exchanges a chaste, sweet kiss.

“You got it.”

“Why don’t the two of you sit in the living room? It's probably more comfortable,” MJ suggests, turning to you and Miguel, adjusting May in her arms.

Miguel watches you from the corner of his eye when you nod and stand from the table. He follows your example, walking a safe distance behind you to the living room where you watch MJ go up the stairs, leaving the two of you alone.

Miguel takes a moment to observe the room. So far Peter and Mary Jane’s home is as clean and simple as he remembers, without sacrificing any sense of comfort or hominess. Pictures line the hearth above the fireplace, and art hangs over the couch. The space is lit by soft yellow light from a floor lamp in the corner.

The main change is the amount of children’s belongings scattered and half-heartedly tidied throughout the room.

Neither you nor Miguel sit like Mary Jane had suggested. Instead, he stands stiffly by the window, and you linger by the photos, as far from each other as you can manage.

“I don’t…”

He tenses, like he’s ready to take a physical blow, turning to look further out the window.

“I just—Getting hurt is part of the job,” you finally snap, frustration palpable in your voice.

He knows this. He’s almost embarrassed that you think he needs reminding.

“It wasn't even serious,” you continue.

He bows his head, unable to find words he’s willing to say. Shock, he wishes he could, if only to kill the hurt silence swelling like a bubble and pressing against his back.

“I don’t… I don’t know how I’m supposed to continue working here if you…” you sigh, the new shake in his voice sticks in him in the way he imagines his talons feel to those he fights. “If you don’t trust me, if you don’t think I can handle–”

He turns around to face you finally, and whatever you see in his face makes your expression of hurt soften into another kind of pain— sympathy.

He stares at you. Shock, he doesn't know what to do with his arms, but he settles for crossing them over his ribs; a shield protecting the contents of his chest.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you say, so quiet and so shocking soft.

Softer than he’s earned without yet apologizing.

“I owe you an apology.”

You frown slightly, a wealth of emotions mixing together on your face like swirling ocean currents. He can’t help but let his eyes wander over them, the cold current of lingering hurt colliding and mixing with warm sympathy, the strange stillness of caution swallowing both up under a smooth wave.

“I…” he starts, swallowing, glancing away. “I'm sorry. For what I said.” He looks back at you at the end of his sentence, the next words coming easier, knowing he could say them with ease to any other Spider-Person, but not meaning them any less in this moment. “I know you’re capable. And that you can handle yourself.” It’s a far cry from the apologies in his fantasies, but it’s a start.

The bubble doesn't burst, but it begins to deflate. The stillness changes; he doesn't recognize what it is. It leaves his stomach on legs unused to rocky ships at sea. What was the word they used in that old-timey holo from the 2000s? Landlubber?

“Thank you, Miguel.”

He nods, looking away again.

“That must have been pretty hard for you, huh?”

He snaps his head back to look at you, only to find you smiling slightly.

You’re joking, he realizes. You’re teasing him, testing the murky waters.

“You can only imagine,” he responds dryly, the corner of his mouth twitching.

It feels too easy but he thinks, he hopes, that you’ve forgiven him.

Just to make sure, he pulls in a deeper breath, and says in a far softer and more earnest voice than before; “I’m sorry.”

Your lips part slightly, your arms lowering to your sides as you turn to face him. You pull in a breath, eyes unsure and searching his own. He can’t look away, and you open your mouth to speak–

The clang that interrupts is nearly as startling as a cannon.

“It’s all good! I’m okay!” Peter calls from the kitchen.

“Qué idiota,” Miguel mutters, shaking his head and turning away again.

You close your mouth, shaking your head and laughing. “Did you want to kill him as much as I did tonight?”

“You have no idea,” he replies with a sidelong glance at you. He pauses, his eyes trailing over your form, your clothes, and then it slips from his lips in a quiet voice before he knows he’s even thought the words: “You look nice.”

“Oh, uh,” you lift your hand to gently scratch your neck, looking away with a sheepish smile. “You too. I don’t think I’ve really seen you in anything besides your suit, or those pajamas.”

Miguel hums, looking away. “I wasn’t sure if I had clothes appropriate for dinner in this dimension.”

“Well, you look nice anyway,” you say again, so quietly it’s almost a mumble, gentle as a wave brushing over fine sand. But he hears it, and he can’t help the slight smile that blooms on his lips, even as he ducks his head.

You both turn at the creak on the stairs.

“You can come down, MJ,” you call, just loud enough to be heard but still clearly mindful of the sleeping baby upstairs.

“I didn’t want to interrupt,” she says, stepping down into the living room. “Should have known I couldn’t sneak up on you two.” She glances between the two of you, and Miguel can see her taking note of his more relaxed posture and your small smile.

You give her a subtle nod, and she smiles warmly.

“Great! Well, I’m going to see if Peter’s almost done with cleanup.”

Miguel watches as MJ slips from the room, his eyes flicking to you where you still stand by the mantelpiece with your gaze on the framed pictures as you absentmindedly pick at your nails.

“Do you have any pictures like these?” he asks, eyes fixing on the way your smile turns gray and slightly sad.

You glance at him and he quickly brings his eyes up to yours.

“I used to think they were dumb,” you say, looking back at the photos of Peter and his family. “I wouldn’t let my dad take pictures because I hated how I looked in them, and it just felt embarrassing. I don’t know.”

Miguel’s videos of Gabriella immediately come to mind, and his heart squeezes in his chest.

“Now I get it,” you continue quietly, hand resting on the mantel.

Miguel follows your gaze, too see you’ve rested your hand next to a framed photo of Peter with his aunt. He’s young in this one, his nose still straight and skin untouched by time and stress, and he’s dressed in some sort of black robe and a scroll tied in a ribbon is in one hand.

“You don’t have any?”

You shake your head. “I have a few. But it doesn’t seem like enough, now.”

When you and Miguel finally leave, it’s with each of you bearing decent sized containers of leftovers. You could both leave through your own portals via the living room, but having arrived via the front door it only seems proper to exit the same way.

You get the sense that Miguel appreciates the normality of it, at least.

After MJ and Peter wave their farewells and close their front door, you find yourself on the sidewalk with Miguel. The warm yellow light of the streetlamp does little to warm the actual air around you, the deep blue chill of the night wrapping around you both. But you don’t mind it.

“So,” you shift from one foot to the other. “Which way are you headed?”

Miguel pauses, eyes lingering across your face before he moves his head to indicate a direction. “There’s a school that way.”

You nod. “Smart. Empty at night. Good for mysterious interdimensional travelers.”

You grin when your quip earns a small huff of amusement, and the two of you begin walking in silence. You’ve walked to the end of the street when you break the silence again.

“How have you been sleeping?”

Miguel glances at you from the corner of his eye, before he steps into the street to cross it. “Fine.”

You try to ignore the little jolt in your stomach that his glance causes.

“Miguel’s quality of sleep has been consistently poor, for at least–”

Miguel makes a frustrated noise, covering his watch. “Yes, thank you Lyla.”

You look up at him, crossing the road by his side. He glances around over your head, ever watchful and cautious, before he catches you looking in the corner of his eye and turns his whole face to look at you.

“What?”

“I mean… I don’t know if you’d like to, but you can still visit. I mean– You know.”

“I… appreciate that. Thank you.”

Silence, again, as you walk the remainder of the way to the school, finding a spot between two buildings to open your respective portals.

“I’ll see you at work, probably?”

Miguel nods, you turn away to open your portal home, and then a soft call of your name turns you back to face him once again.

The orange glow of your portal behind you washes over the scene, covering everything in a soft glow even as reality around it seems to flicker and shiver. Miguel stands several feet away, but he has that same look on his face from earlier in Peter and MJ’s living room.

Sadness. Exhaustion. Worry.

You swallow around the sudden lump in your throat, feet itching to close the distance, and then you are, and your arms are around his waist and his are around your shoulders and his face is buried in your hair.

When you finally pull back, he looks even more tired than before, as if he can’t manage to put the mask back on.

“Come on,” you whisper, nodding your head towards the portal.

When you step through the portal home, Miguel follows close behind.

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[midnightanxietytm]

Can you do Miles and Gwen babysitting Mayday in Earth-1610 while Peter and MJ are on a date on Earth-616, and Jeff and Rio walk in misunderstanding the situation, thinking the 2 became teen parents?

A/N: Thanks for the request! I had so much fun with it! 

Warnings: None! (except cavities because Mayday is too sweet)

Word count: 832

"Thanks for watching over her, Miles." MJ said with a calm smile. "Especially on such short notice…"

"Don’t let her stay up too late, okay? If she gets fussy at bedtime you can swing with her for a bit that usually calms her down." Peter added, face scrunched in worry as he passed May's bag onto Miles shoulder. "And don’t give her anything too sweet, the doctor told us to wait until she’s two."

The boy laughed, partially at his mentor, partially because the baby started climbing around his shoulders and pulling at his jacket strings. "Don’t worry you two! The portal is closing! Have fun!"

As the couple stepped through the portal, Miles turned around and looked down at Mayday in his arms. "You ain't gonna give me trouble are you?" He asked rhetorically as he poked at her cheek making her giggle. He climbed the window to his house, where Gwen was waiting while sat on his bed.

"Hi May Flower!" She said, completely ignoring Miles in favor of picking up May and spinning with her in a fluid motion. The baby moved her arms around, laughing like crazy.

They played around with her for a while, allowing her to swing around with her little web shooters and climb around the walls of his apartment, hopefully Miles' parents wouldn’t find any little handprints when they came back from their own date night.

Gwen especially had fun pretending to be a monster while chasing May around the ceiling, but Miles only calmed down and joined the fun after he used his own webs to make a safety net in case May fell down.

In two hours, they had managed to tire May down. She yawned and rubbed her little eyes. Gwen took this as a cue to change her and rock her on her arms until she fell asleep, while Miles cleaned the mess they had made.

Once the baby was out like a light, they sat down in the living room, her little head resting on Gwen's shoulder. 

Miles took a second to appreciate the moment, briefly petting Mayday's curls before leaning back on the couch. "That was… fun." He whispered.

"Yeah…" Gwen agreed. She was looking at him, their legs touching as they sat side by side on the couch, Miles' arm was behind her on the back of the couch, it would be so easy to rest it on her shoulders and-

The small noise of keys entering the door alerted both of them, and their heads turned to face the entrance immediately, leaving them no time to react once it opened.

Jeff walked in first, turned on the lights, then looked up and saw his son, with a girl, on his couch, with a baby. He stopped on the doorway, shocked.

Rio frowned when she saw her husband stop so suddenly, she had to go around him, only to see  her son, with a girl, on her couch, with a baby. Her mouth went agape as everyone in the room stared at each other, wide-eyed.

"Why is there a baby in my house?" Jeff was the first to speak, sounding both confused and incredulous.

"Miles Gonzalo Morales, that baby better not be yours!" Rio exclaimed in a hushed low voice, her motherly instincts being the only thing keeping her quiet in the presence of the sleeping baby.

"What?! No! Mom-" He said, choking down his laughter. “She’s a friend’s kid, We’re babysitting.” Miles looked over at Gwen, whose face was red from trying to hold her own laughter.

“Hi, Mr. Morales, Mrs. Morales.” She said, having finally learned the etiquette of their household.

Rio inhaled deeply out of relief. “Hello, Gwanda.” And she turned back to Miles; “When is this… friend of yours coming to get his child?”

“Uhm…” Miles said, fishing his phone out of his pocket. “Pretty soon actually.”

It took about twenty minutes for Peter to get there, and Miles and Gwen had to endure the questioning looks and awkward small talk, all the while keeping little Mayday asleep, but once Peter and MJ finally texted Miles and they left the apartment to deliver May, both him and Gwen let out a sigh of relief before looking at each other and laughing.

“Thanks again, Miles.” Peter said once his daughter was cozily wrapped in his arms.

“No problem.” He said.

“She’s the sweetest.” Gwen added with a silly smile.

Back in the apartment, Rio stared at the door with a longing look, but it was Jeff who spoke first; “Do you think we’ll have grandkids?”

“Jeff!” She exclaimed, turning to her husband and hitting him on the shoulder; “Ay, he’s too young!”

He only laughed, passing an arm over her shoulder and pressing her against him. “Of course not now, I was just thinking.” Rio sighed in defeat, laying her head on his shoulder.

“That girl is not all bad… At least we know now that they are at least a little responsible…”

Thanks for reading! I think Jeff would be the best grandpa

[ordinaryschmuck]

Finished the main story campaign in Spider-Man 2

What I liked

There were some AWESOME action set pieces. Sandman's boss fight, the prison transfer, Kraven's den, chasing Black Cat, and hunting the Lizard just to name a few.

The swinging is still fun and I LOVED the web-wings. There are times when I go in for a glide, hoping to get to the checkpoint without needing to swing. It's more addicting than it should be.

LOVED Kraven. Probably the best adaptation of him yet with an interesting motivation that makes sense for a character like him.

Miles' little story with Mister Negative is ALSO interesting, and I like how it ended, especially with what they do with Martin in the end. It's pretty good.

The boss fights are a huge improvement, adding in a health bar that lets you know how far along you're kicking ass and making each fight feel like a battle WON. It's frustrating that I got MY ass kicked more times than not, but each time I finally beat the boss it I EARNED that victory.

That brief moment where I was killing people as Venom was super fun in a sick way. PLEASE make that Venom Spin-off game, Insomniac. We want you to just for gameplay alone.

Peter giving into the madness of the symbiote is handled pretty well. It DOES feel like he becomes a little more evil quicker than he should have, but I blame that on me going through the game's story mode and actively avoiding the side missions until I finished the campaign. Everyone's gameplay experience is different and something that feels fast in the story might not feel as fast to others.

MJ's stealth missions are actually pretty exciting this time...a bit bullshit that SHE can take care of certain goons, but at least I'm not wasting time hiding anymore. And that final mission with her was surprisingly fun and intense.

I liked those prequel scenes of Peter as a teen. Really sold how young he was when starting out as Spider-Man.

What I Didn't Like

THAT GOSH DANG PARRY SYSTEM! I'm willing to blame my own lack of skill for this, but I HATE parrying. I almost NEVER get it right, and it sucks when fighting foes where parrying is a requirement to beating them. And it's extra bullshit when the game throws in attacks you HAVE to dodge and get super FUCKED when you parry instead. It made combat more frustrating than fun, and actually hurt my enjoyment in the combat, which I INTENSELY enjoyed from the first game and the Miles Morales spin off.

And don't even get me started on those horseshit checkpoints! Every time I start over, I am filled with DREAD that I have to do all that annoying difficult shit all over again because I didn't get to this exact point the game wanted me to get to.

It doesn't make sense that Kraven has goons. He works best as a solo act and I don't get what his minions get out of working for him. I know it's to give us more people to fight against, but it doesn't work for me.

Norman Osborn is surprisingly underutilized in this game? Like, with how much of a prominent role Harry has, there's not much of a need for Norman, nor a valid reason to be there other than get pissed off over what happens near the end. It feels like his character was an afterthought, which is strange for someone who's meant to be the Green Goblin soon.

Harry's character...gets worse the more the game goes by. He started out interesting as someone both clinging to the past and trying desperately to pick up his life right where he left it. But as the game goes on and it tries to push this...idea with him, it doesn't really work as there's not enough time to properly develop it. It was a good idea with not that great of an execution.

Miles' suit...I don't hate as much as the rest of the people who played the game, but I do think it's nonsense that Miles made it while the city was being destroyed. Yeah, Peter made a new suit in the end of the last game, but there you can argue that it's for practicality purposes in order to get the upper hand against Doc Ock. Miles just made a new suit because he thought it looked cool...It does not.

AND WHERE ARE THE AVENGERS?! It didn't make sense that they didn't show up in the first game, and it makes even LESS sense now! Like, you really expect me to believe that NONE of the Avengers were available at the moment? NONE?! Not even Hawkeye?! At this point, I expect the third game to end a similar way Peacemaker did, where Peter and Miles are carrying away a bleeding out MJ after this big apocalyptic fight, and the Avengers show up JUST as its over only for Peter to go, "You're too late, assholes!" And now that I say it...that would actually be pretty funny. But it's still nonsense that they're not there!

And that's about it. 8/10 game, not as great as the first one, but still pretty fun.

[stylesmilky]

"Miguel! Miguel!" Peter B Parker came swinging over to Miguel's lair platform. He looked at him.

"Huh?" He asked as he smiled at Peter.

"MJ said yes. She said yes to our proposal." Peter kept his hands tight around Miguel's. Miguel blushed. "She said yes?" He asked. Peter nodded. "Yes. She said yes." He cupped Miguel's face and then kissed him. Miguel smiled into the kiss and pulled away.

"When can we start?" He asked. Peter smiled.

"Any time you want darling." He said.

-*-

Miguel story started out normal. He was transgender. After he lost his child and husband both in car accident he wanted nothing more than a family. He found one in another universe. He went their but he lost Gabriella. Suddenly he was finding himself facing the Spot with the help of Miles. If anything Miles Morales helped stopped it. And it didn't cause a Canon break. Everything was fine. And Miguel realized that he could do so much more. He fell in love with Peter and he wanted another baby. This would truly be a fresh start.

-*-

Miguel found himself on the bed. He looked at Peter as he felt the man slowly rubbing over his clit. He grunted slightly. Peter looked up.

"Am I hurting you? MJ...oh she'll go crazy over this." He said. He pulled his fingers back. "Look at you. Leaking so much for me." He said as he grinned at Miguel. He took his dick into his hand and slid into the man. Miguel gasped. Peter looked at him as he was slow and steady. It's been a while since he's had sex. He got with a few of the older spiderman once in the gym once. He was webbed down and he could remember them taking turns. God that felt good. But this? This was something else. He looked at Peter as he kept ahold of Miguel's shoulders. "You good?" He asked as he went in and out of Miguel. He nodded.

"Yes I'm good." He said. And Peter continued.

-*-

Miguel rested a hand on his belly. He smiled at the small bump on his belly. He looked up as he could hear somone coming in.

"Yo Miguel! How are you!" Miles asked as he swung up to one part Miguel was sitting on. Miles had grown in the past year. He smiled at him.

"I'm good. How is everyone?" He asked. Miles sat down. "Oh great my dad and I we are like fighting crime and oh my mama wanted me to give you this. It helps with the cramps." He said as he handed him a bottle. Miguel took it.

"You can tell Rio thank you." He said. Miles smiled.

"Is it a girl or a boy?" He asked. Miguel looked at him.

"I don't know yet. You know if it's a boy. I'm gonna name it Miles." He said. Miles looked at him smiled confident. "If it's a girl Miguel....are you gonna name it after your old name?" He asked. Miguel shook his head.

"No. If it's a girl I'll name it....Gabriella." He said. Miles smiled. "That's a good name." He said.

The birth was something. He's been here before. Miguel knew the pain. Rio and Jess and MJ where all there. Helping Miguel. Miles well He was panicking because he didn't know what to do. (He got Rio to come)

"Wait. I don't wanna see it!" He said as he covered his eyes. He shook his head.

Peter was right there. "Your doing great. You know I said the same thing to MJ and she told me to shut up." He said as he felt Miguel squeeze his hand tighter.

"I never wanna see your dick in me again." Miguel hissed. Peter smiled and patted his hand.

"There it is."

And she was born. Miguel smiled as he held her in his hands. "Oh she is beautiful." He said happily. "My little Gabriella."

[witch-wagon]

SPIDERSONA BAYBEEEEE!!!! SAY HELLO TO ORCHID SPIDER! They use she-they pronouns, and have a hypermobility disorder and fibromyalgia! Thats why theres joint tape and braces as part of their suit, and a cane on their hip! Their Civilian name is Violet Guardenn, and theyre about 22 here! They have a scar on their face that goes from their left cheek to below the right side of their bottom lip from their canon event, which happened before they were even bit, so they wear a facemask all the time. The spider bite happened when they were visiting their friend who is a scientist at AlchemX to talk about treatment experiments for their hypermobility disorder. One of the test subjects, a radioactive spider, escaped containment and bit them. They and their friend put the spider back to avoid being caught, and when they started having symptoms from the bite, they thought they were having a fibromyalia flare-up, so they just went to bed. They found out the next morning that that, in fact, was NOT the case. Their webshooters are built into their wrist braces, which pull the organic web fluid from the producing gland in their wrist and shoots it out for them to swing from, as they can naturally produce the fluid but cant shoot it with enough force to swing or shoot their webs at people without the extra propulsion from the webshooters. Their worlds Peter Parker, or Spiderman, found them hanging from a random billboard with a dislocated arm and their own webs wrapped around one leg, which they were hanging from. He took them in, both he and his wife MJ seeing seeing them as a younger sibling. He helped make their suit with their imput, and taught them how to do everything. Peter likes hanging out with them after particularly stressful battles. It helps that their very presence is calming due to a pheromone they produce that only spider-people can "smell". They've been told by Peter multiple times that it smells lightly of orchids, hence the name. Their design and symbol is based on orchids and orchard spiders. Miguel recruited them into the Spider Society due to them being an Anomaly, and their world not collapsing even though theres already a spider-man whos very much still alive and working. They became known in their world and in the spider society as "Mother of the children", due to how she helps homeless children in her universe stay warm and fed in the freezing cold, and cooled off and hydrated in the blistering heat. They watch over the kids at the society hq, keeping them out of trouble, and babysit mayday often and bring extra food to the society for any spiders who have been there for a long time, including Miguel. She makes sure to leave sticky notes on his lunches that remind him to take care of himself. If you wanna know about their canon event, leave an ask and ill make a post about it! Be warned though, it has a lot of triggers in it like alcoholism, parent death, and child abuse/death. My friend drew this picture for me, their @ multipliers_void on Instagram!

[powereddonut]

"Love's Web Unwoven" I

Peter Parker is adorable, a puppy, really. He’s loyal and unwavering in his high morals. He treats everyone equally, doesn't discriminate no matter who they or you are. He believes anyone can change, but that could just be a flaw of his too. He wants to comfort those around him even when he needs it. And most of all, he loves doing the right thing, not because he may get a “thank you” in return, but because it's the right thing. 

“He’s perfect! Everything that any female would like.”

“Yeah, but you're not a female.”

“Well, uh, okay, I know that.”

“And you're like two years younger than him.”

“I-I know that too.”

“And! You are totally not his type! He's so into smaller dudes–”

“Shut up!” Cody finally shouts, an embarrassed blush crawling past his collarbone. He quickly looks around Friar’s Coffee, suddenly aware of the time and place. Turning around, he awkwardly waves to a couple in the booth behind him.

His “best friend,” Sam, snickers while sipping from his blue mug. Cody whips his head to the ginger who meets his gaze unwaveringly. Scoffing, he bites into his chocolate croissant.

It's quiet, his mind racing with thoughts about his crush– whether they're fit to be together or not. It's a dilemma he’s had for years, ever since he got out of high school, left his parent’s house, and met Peter at Empire State University. They worked on projects together when Cody had no one who wanted to partner with him, they studied (and cried) together when finals loomed over their heads, and they searched for internships together just before graduation. Peter means everything to him because they’ve been through it all, struggled through it all. Cody was even there when MJ broke up with him! That's the first time he saw Peter truly hurt, then angry, and then sad. So many emotions in a matter of a few days – he is truly something. Maybe that's when he figured he doesn't know much about Peter Parker, or that Peter Parker doesn't know much about him.

At that, he wipes the crumbs from the corner of his mouth and slouches in his seat. With a pout, he stirs the ice in his sweet tea, watching as it melts, diluting his drink.

Sam starts gathering his belongings, their time limit finally up. Cody lurches forward, gulping the rest of his raspberry tea before slipping on his jacket and joining his friend. He says a departing word to the barista, who smiles, then leaves the warm, conditioned cafe. 

Cody shivers as the autumn’s crisp air tickles his ears and reddens his nose. He buries his face in the fur of his hood, scowling at the sky. He curses the atmosphere, screwing whatever God created the seasons.

“See, that is someone more obtainable,” Sam comments, gesturing to Friar’s.

Cody quirks a brow and briefly looks behind him. Sam guides them across the busy street as he thinks about who he’s talking about. His mouth forms a small ‘o’ and then he’s grimacing.

“Heck no! He’s like, my English professor’s son or something. That is so weird,” Cody sticks his tongue out at the thought of them together. Truthfully, if he were to break the guy’s heart, he doesn't want to face the wrath of his teacher. He can't handle any more readings or stacks of paper.

Sam shrugs, immediately abandoning the topic. They chat about several other things as they make the trek back to their university. What they want for dinner, who's the hottest celebrity, how many hotdogs can they fit in their mouths– all types of stuff. Then, as if on cue, New York’s vigilante appears.

Cody giddily slaps Sam’s shoulder as he tells his story, “So that's why I was thinking of getting back into bass because Peter was astonished when I played a Led Zeppelin song! I think I actually malfunc–”

“Oh my gosh, there he is!”

“Look out, here comes Spider-man!”

“Mom! He’s real!”

Sam gasps and latches onto Cody’s shoulders, “Dude! Be cool, be cool!” he aggressively urges while swinging his friend every which way. Cody’s world spins in circles so he’s unable to witness Spider-man twirl between two trucks and do a summersault through the air.

“What the fuck? Stop! I can't see, you dick!” he pushes Sam’s face out of the way and gapes as the red and blue superhero had disappeared. The crowd of citizens disperse, some talking about Spider-man’s magnificence and others insulting his street cred. For most, it's normal to see Spider-man, but not Cody. All he can do is listen to the stories from passersbys and his campus mates. In fact, he’s never even seen the arachnid, only on social media and the pictures Sam sends him every. Single. Day.

A big smile breaks out on Sam’s face. It's cute and boyish– to an outsider. Cody is feeling spiteful, so he wants to wipe it clean off. Rounding a fire hydrant, he hums and gets in front of the university student, “See, and that is a great example of someone who’s unobtainable. You should aim a lot a bit lower, Sammy,” he says in a matter-of-fact tone.

Sam immediately scowls at him. He jogs to catch up with Cody, who's staring him down.

“Touché, you little shit.”

“My shit’s are quite big, actually.”

Sam recoils in disgust. Cody laughs and adjusts his beanie before it’s smacked off, “You are such a fanboy. What do you expect me to think?”

“I don't have a crush on Spider-man,” is an excuse often used to change the subject, but he's been a tormenting ass for the past week. A little mockery won't hurt him.

Cody ‘pshaws,’ “What a lie. You're always on about Spider-man-this and Spider-man-that,” he changes his stance to mimic Sam’s slim figure and long strides. “‘Oh, did you see Spider-man today? His spandex was hugging his ass juuuuust right. I think I could see his gigantic balls.’”

Sam tugs on Cody’s scarf, urging him to shut his mouth as they are still in public, but the other absolutely refuses.

“You even changed your major to become an entomologist! And you call me crazy for liking a man who is dead-set on changing the world,” Cody grumbles that last part to himself, suddenly annoyed by Sam’s numerous jabs at Peter’s work. Doctor Octavius and Peter have done fine work, even if the mayor doesn’t think so. Getting rid of the bad thoughts, he grins, coming up with more nonsense to spout. “Have you told your girlfriend of your little crush? Oh! There she is now!”

Veronica Page is a lovely young woman with a heart of gold. She’s majoring in molecular biology, is damn good at her job, and has a line of internship employees, just waiting to get their hands on her. She is a born and raised scientist. Why is he going so in-depth about her? Well, maybe because she is his cousin. Wa– no! Not Sam’s cousin– Cody’s cousin. Sheesh…

Anyway, Veronica is someone easily admired, and since they’ve grown together, of course, Cody is one of her fans. They act like siblings (she’s only a year and a half older), competing over tenacity about their aspiring subjects, complaining over matching clothes but overall sticking with the color scheme, and weeping into one another’s shoulders when the world doesn’t play the cards in their hands. Although she can’t know he yearns to be in her shoes – satisfied with a positive future.

Veronica waves to them, a fresh cup of steaming hot chocolate nestled in her right hand. Her afro is colorful today, decorated with meticulously woven braids looped through yellow and pink beads. Any curly strands that would fall onto her lively face are tamed by a stretchy headband with a stylish, boho print pattern. She looks like herself, unlike Cody, who tries to blend in. Veronica is tall and slim, her skin a sepia, reddish-brown, much like the cuttlefish. Her posture is straight, her aura oozing assurances aided further by her radiant smile that exudes warmth and happiness. He would go into her style or the beauty mark directly above her left eyebrow, but he’d ruin his mood.

“Hey, you two! Thought you’d be late again!” her laugh sweeps through their ears, cheerful and vibrant. It instantly has her lover grinning and her cousin straightening his black parka.

Cody loudly sighs, “We would be here sooner if Sammy hadn’t been ogling Spider-man.”

Sam splutters while switching making eye contact with his girlfriend and best friend. Veronica holds back another laugh, completely aware of Sam’s obsession with the vigilante but wanting to play along, pretends to be hurt. 

She wipes fake tears from the corner of her eyes, and making the moment more authentic, they become glassy, so it appears as though she’s going to burst, “How could you, babe?! No– Samuel!”

Sam gawks, astonished by her betrayal, and for a second, convinced by her act, “Wha– No! I-I would never do that, V! I mean, Spider-man is amazing, but he’s got nothing on you!”

That’s another thing. Her eyes hold the rich, earthy tones of roasted coffee beans, drawing you in with a magnetic allure. Veronica is captivating, which is why Cody never introduced Peter to her because, like many others, he would be attracted by her field. A bit much (he knows), but since it’s Veronica, that’s mild.

She pouts, poking out her bottom lip, and makes grabby hands toward Sam. Cody quickly directs his attention elsewhere. He watches a pigeon perch on a lamppost, cumulus clouds calmly drift by, and a plane fly across the sky. Letting the couple be lovey-dovey, Cody retrieves his phone from his coat pocket and goes to a familiar contact. He tentatively checks the message he sent at 10:05 AM, hoping he got a reply from his favorite scientist. He’s less concerned because he wasn’t left on ‘read,’ but that doesn’t mean his mind isn’t racing.

“Cody,” Veronica calls, probably for the third time. The 21-year-old hums, listening but not staring. She rolls her eyes, albeit used to this mode of communication. “Did you finish your presentation for Professor Avery?” she asks unassumingly.

He purses his lips. Veronica always gets onto him about everything, even though he’s been on top of things his entire life. He’s never late to an arranged meeting, doesn’t miss any assignments, completes all tasks ahead of schedule, AND does extra on all projects. Cody doesn’t do it because he wants to be a good student – he is exceptional because that is what gets him what he desires. Veronica acts like he’s a slacker when he tries his best on all endeavors even when no one notices. No one but Peter.

Cody sucks in air between his teeth and stows away his device. He ignores the itchy sensation of his irritation settling on his tongue to address his cousin.

“Yeah, of course. And I’ll have you know–” he smugly reaches inside his beige fanny pack – that he expertly swings over his shoulder – to grab a flash drive. The plastic stick is presented to the duo who are in awe, “I did everything online.”

“Everything?”

“Yup.”

“Online?”

“Yessir.”

“Cody Sangster–”

“That’s me!”

“--used the internet for something that isn’t to send emails or text his family?”

“Ohoho, you know it, baby boy.”

Veronica calmly steps before him and places both her hands on his cheeks. She gives him the most serious expression he has ever seen on her, and it kind of unnerves him in a way, “We have to tell Phillip,” she states before dragging him through the courtyard with Sam in toe.

There is an upside to having her around. Veronica is good at making him feel proud.

[spidercrusadersworld]

PART THREE BABYYYY

Peters pov

I try to move some more but my body doesn't respond.

What the fuck?

My spider sense goes off, my eyes bolt up.

"Having trouble moving? spider-man?"

I recognize the voice immediately. The scorpion, great.

"Mac, to what do I owe the pleasure?" I say with false confidence. It's my practiced 'I know exactly what i'm doing' voice. I've gotten pretty good at hiding my fear, I've had years of fighting giant costumed psychopaths to practice, but on the inside i'm panicking'

Is it getting harder to breath?

"You know I would not be smug if i were you, little spider"

"Yeah? and why is that"

The scorpion laughs, "have you not figured it out yet? the paralisis, the injection, the stinging, the throbbing pain in your shoulder?"

suddenly it clicks.

"You have been stung, spider-man, and by my most potent and lethal venom yet, made with enough poison to render even your healing powers Useless" .

"And the cameras?" I ask, now a bit nervous.

"For the world to watch, as their fearless hero, suffers and dies, like any mortal man would. and then, and only then, after you have taken your final breath, will I unmask you, and reveal to the world, that you are nothing but a man, pretending that he is invincible."

Now i'm scared.

"And then, spider-man, I will have this entire city hunting those that you love like a dog, and I will kill them, slowly, painfully, in every way of which you fear."

No

"I'll start, with whoever my men saw with you tonight, Tell me, where you close?"

My heart rate quickens, and my eyes go wide, and my breath hitches, there's no hiding it now.

Maya

"Ah you were! now tell me, will she beg?"

It's definitely hard to breathe now, with or without the fear.

The venom is killing me.

And there's absolutely nothing I can do to stop it.

Maya's Pov

I have just finished explaining what had happened, when the television channel changes on it's own. and I see him, limp, thrown against, the wall.

"PETER!" I cry.

Mj gasps, and covers her mouth. she quietly mumbles something that sounds like "Oh god" but I barely process it. I'm searching his body for injuries, his suit is damaged and under it could definitely be bruised, and his shoulder has swelled twice it's regular size, he looks like he's struggling.

"they took his web shooters!" I say.

Then a mutated green creature comes onto the screen, he has a scorpion tail.

"Gargan" Mj spits.

"Behold" says the creature. "Your fearless spider-man" he says gesturing to Peter. "I am the scorpion, watch new york, as your precious hero..." He kicks peter in the ribs, hard, I flinch and clench my jaw. he grabs Peter's hair and lifts his head up to the camera, he looks like he's in pain, even his mask can't hide that "Dies at my hand!" he says. peters head drops limp.

"wha- why isn't he fighting back?" I say my voice, shaking.

"I don't think he can. the scorpion stings people with venom, he must have really upgraded his because last time peter could still fight it, but this..."

she looks over at me.

"This is bad".

"the poison, takes 12 hours to kill, it is a slow and excruciating death." Peter gasps out in pain, his chest is heaving.

How Long has It been? an hour? an hour and a half?

"I need to go, Peter doesn't have much time." I say, about to turn and make my way out the window.

"your not going in your suit!" says Mj

"We're wasting time!" I say.

" you are not going in that, people are going to see you, and if I know peter the last thing he wants is for your face to be plastered on the news!"

"Maya change, I'm not asking, get something black and with a hood to cover your ears, you can wear the mask, but the goggles have to go."

I know she's right, but the only reason i'm not already swinging across the city searching, is because it's not what peter would have wanted.

I change quickly, I decide to keep my sword, it's versatile, I make sure to take the time to change the webbing blade so that it doesn't glow, but it will still stick out a bit. before I run out, I see my spider-society watch on my nightstand and I grab it, realizing that it can play back what happened and can show me where the car was heading, it might find some clues that i can use too, to bad peter wasn't wearing his when he got taken or I could have tracked it.

I exit my room, and pass the tv, I try to ignore peters muffled cries.

I head out the window and start at the place where peter was taken, I scan it with the watch, it's been keeping a timer for how long it's been since peter was taken, it's been two and a half hours, I only have nine and a half hours to find peter before it's too late.

the watch finishes scanning and I can see a holographic image of the car driving away, the hologram disappears, and I look to my watch and see a birds eye view of the city, and a path of where the car went.

Hold on Peter, I'm coming.

end of part three

@i-put-the-wit-in-dimwit

[papiermacheman]

My Spidersona who is also Eugene “Flash” Thompson + Octo-Gwen and a dead Pete Parker 🥲

Gwen and Peter were trying to create a compound that would give humans certain spider-like abilities.

Gene(Flash) gets into an explosion caused by the compound Gwen and Peter were creating.

It took out an entire half of the lab and Peter Parker who was too close to the chamber when it started to heat up.

Gene was just close enough to feed the impact of the explosion and it forced him back, singed half his hair and covered the left side of his body with burns from the boiling serum, it melted through his skin down past his blood vessels.

When he woke up from being knocked unconscious there was no fire, no sound, just a lot of melted items and a mushy looking figure on the ground….(later identified as Pete😬).

Gene’s eyes and face were (mostly) saved by his hair and the impact pushing him back simultaneously but the moment he woke up he felt his limbs sting like an ice burn. Sitting up slowly, he could see his flesh hanging from his body and the serum had bored through his skin in some places.

After that he stumbles home and over a few days he slowly, painfully grows almost 2 feet taller(making him a little over 7 feet tall), he slowly discovered other things about himself like retractable fangs (which he can’t control, they pop out when he smiles so he doesn’t smile anymore), he’s growing a lager amount of body hair which, oddly, helps him stick to surfaces. Additionally he’s got that mutant spider strength, spider sense and can shoot webs but they fucking HURT so he prefers to leap from buildings rather than swing.

Also his life actually kinda sucks because he’s so fucking tall and he’s had a lot of close scrapes with people saying stuff about how he reminds them of that “spider giant” so he keeps to himself and MJ and Gwen (before she starts to resent him for Peter and her father dying and then becomes octo-Gwen with her bio-engineered tentacles)

He becomes a “super hero” because what else are you supposed to do when a super-mutation is dropped in your lap and you have no social life, drop out of college and grew up reading comics?

[verysmolnerd]

Mayday’s Playdate

Heyo! This was a Drabble that I wrote for a friend that became so long it ended up becoming a fic! So, Tumblr will be a place where I write drabbles. (this being an exception of course) 

Anyways Peter (Tobey Maguire’s to be specific, but if you want to picture a different one that’s ok) had a kid and he's still being Spider-Man and reaches out to a cured Otto to help watch over the girl. 

(you can also read it on my A03 since it got so long that it turned into a fic) 

“Good morning, Spidering!” Peter whispered into his daughter’s crib, resting his arms on the push-down railing. Mayday squirmed around in the process of waking up, but her big blue eyes opened shortly after; that big smile -albeit with a gap in her teeth- soon showed as she reached for her father’s face.

“Are you ready to see Papa?” Peter reached down to pick her up, but she jumped up to his arm and crawled all the way to his back. “Woah!” She then used his back to hop toward the dresser where her little web shooters are placed atop. She slides them on - it took a few times due to her developing hand dexterity- and goes to use them; Peter picks her up with his left hand before the webs start flying, they can be a huge pain to clean up. (It makes him feel partially bad for all the janitorial staff in the buildings he’d fight supervillains in)

“Save the web fluid for later, ok?” With his free hand, he pulled over the hand-knit Spider-Man hat sitting next to the web-shooters before. He goes to put it on her, but her little grabby hands weren’t having it. She put on the knit hat herself and pulled it down where the spider eyes would be covering hers.

With a little laugh, Peter carried his daughter to the kitchen where his wife was making breakfast. Peter set his daughter in the high chair and pulled down the little table for her. His wife got Mayday’s breakfast done and put it in front of the young spider. “Peter, I need to talk to you,” She waves him over to the living room. “Eat your breakfast, you got a big day today!” He pulled up the knit hat so his daughter can see, “Daddy will be right back!” He walked into the other room where MJ is peeking out.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” She whispered, “Those things are still attached to him, you know.” Peter soothed out her tensed shoulders and cupped her cheek, “I promise; after all the years I’ve known him, he’s wanted a child above all. This will be a way of doing that.” 

“And if something goes wrong?” She’s not even trying to hide her worry in the tone.

“Mayday has the web shooter.” he reassured her, “I’ll probably get a call from him that his entire house is covered in webs, followed by a text on how to remove them.”

His wife smiled, then laughed, “Sometimes I forget that our child takes after you.” Peter shrugged, “Yeah, but she has your beauty.” He gave her a peck on the lips and returned to the kitchen where Mayday had finished her breakfast.

“You must’ve been hungry.” He smiles as he picks up his daughter and heads to the front door. His wife follows him out, “Have fun May! And Peter,” He turns to MJ, “Yeah?” “Be safe.” He kissed her one more time before waving goodbye.

“As much as I would want you to swing to Papa’s house, I need to be the adult too,” Peter said in his goofy voice, Mayday laughed as she was being put into the car seat.

The drive wasn’t bad, considering that it was a Sunday; but that wasn’t what Peter was worried about. As much as he loves his reformed friend, it doesn’t help that he’s worried for both parties. Mayday is always curious about her environment, but she’s shy with new people. On the other hand, you have someone who has little to no experience watching over kids. He volunteered at the drop of a hat and babysitters are expensive now, what can one do?

Peter pulled into the driveway of his house; the vigilante/father made sure the address was right, even going as far as to quintuple-check it. His old friend will never seem to surprise him, what he assumed was some technology-strewn outside of the house, wasn’t there at all. It looked like a completely normal, family home.

Regardless, Peter put his vehicle in park and got Mayday out of her car seat. He picked her up, and the separation anxiety already began to develop. He would have taken her with her, but this is nothing like the Spider-Base, and that chase after Miles was nothing compared to what normally happens to a big fight. As much as gaining the mobility and skill for a young Spider-Girl, Mayday is far too young to deal with a villain like Norman.

Nobody is safe when Gobby is out causing a wreck.

Peter carried his daughter up the sidewalk to the front door. Before he could even knock, the door was pulled back to reveal an actuator. Peter smiled softly at the actuator head while Mayday is beginning to crawl over him. He catches her when she’s on his leg and brings her back to his chest, “There is nothing to fear.” He kissed her head. 

“Ah! Come in! I was just finishing cleaning up!” Came his voice from a distant room. Peter walked in to see a completely clean and overly baby-proofed house. The actuator that greeted them shut the door and went back to its master in a room off to the right. Not wanting to intrude on him just yet, Peter stayed at the entrance for just a little longer.

Moments later, he walked into the entrance with his hands in his pockets and actuators happily squirming about.

“Peter, my boy!” Otto -sporting a dark brown turtle neck with khaki pants- opened his arms wide open and went for the side hug, “And you must be Mayday!” Otto looked down at the girl who was moments away from freaking out from all the metallic snakes looking at her.

Peter noticed this right away and tried to soothe her, “There’s nothing to be scared about-“ Mayday escaped his hold and used her web-slinger to swing back to the front door. “Mayday!” Her father ran towards the door that she landed on and began to climb up.

Mayday took to the ceiling then shot a web on the far wall -even for mini web-shooters they’re still effective- she then swung over to the wall and began to climb up it; trying to find an exit. “Mayday!” He got on the wall as well but remained conscientious of the things Otto had hanging up; he didn’t want to ruin his friend’s hospitality when they offered to watch over his daughter.

He saw his daughter shiver, it must be her spider senses developing and the worst possible time at that. He feels a twinge of pride, but also a pit form in his stomach.

Mayday then shoots a web directly at his face. Peter grunts and unsticks to the wall, Otto catching him with the bottom two actuators. “Is.. she normally like this?” Otto looked worried at Peter who’s still struggling to get the web off his face; even with that super strength, it still proves a challenge.

“No, she’s afraid of something.” He grunted, and Otto froze. “I see,” his eyes went downcast. Peter must’ve detected his upset tone, because the new father spoke up, “She just needs to spend time with you, trust me. She was afraid of Clint at first too.”

Peter grunted, “I’m out for the count, do you think you can catch her?” Otto inhales sharply, “I can try, but what if I-“ “You won’t, Otto,” Peter interjected, still struggling to get the webs off his face.

Otto slowly walked over to the wall where Mayday is climbing up. Even with Peter’s reassurance, he still has a feeling that some of the fear is rooted in the hundred pounds of adamantium welded to his back and spine. So, he tucked his actuators behind him -or out of view as possible- and reached his arms -his real arms- out to her.

“Hey there,” the toddler was ready to shoot a web at him, “No, no, I’m friendly. I promise.” he reached up and gently brought the girl into his arms, making sure to hold her like she was a child of his own. She still showed signs of discomfort, but a margin of that anxiety and fear has dissipated.

Peter finally pulled the webbing off his face with a huff, “I now have a new sympathy for anybody I webbed in the face during my earlier days as Spider-Man.” Otto chuckled, “Well, you got a taste of your own medicine, dear boy.” Peter scoffed and shook his head, but he didn’t comment on it further; he chose to focus on his daughter that’s nestled in his best friend’s arms.

“Is she alright?” Peter stood up and leaned forward to see if his daughter is okay. Otto nodded and cooed the shy toddler, “You are safe, I promise.” His face lit up, “Oh,” shifted Mayday to hold her in one hand, “I made some things for you.” He had an actuator retrieve two of his recent crochet projects, “They’re probably not as good as the toys you have at home, but you can play with them here with me.” He handed Mayday a dark green octopus and a navy blue spider.

Mayday hesitantly took the two knitted animals and held them close to her. The little girl’s mood improved greatly as she cuddled the two stuffed animals. Peter let out a relieved sigh, but quickly composed himself, “Right, she seems good for now-“ “I will call you if something happens, Peter. Now, go protect the city.” Peter nodded, “Thanks again, Otto.”

“Don’t mention it.” Otto then lowered his head to speak to Mayday, “Wave bye!” The toddler did and showed off her toothy grin while Peter opened the door, waved, and got in his car. Otto walked to the open door and used his free hand to wave to Peter as he drove away.

When the car was out of sight, Otto gently shut the front door. He looked at the girl with barely contained excitement; never in his life was he able to watch after a kid nor have a kid of his own. When Peter had reached out to him for help, there’s no way he was going to decline.

As much as the actuators squirmed behind him, eager to shower the girl in affection, he kept them behind him and out of Mayday’s view. The earlier display of what she’s capable of when afraid is good enough evidence that she needs to warm up to his metallic creations.

She was playing with the crochet animals and Otto couldn’t be more over the moon, he could already feel himself being wrapped around the little girl’s fingers. He was so enamored with the girl that he didn’t register that she flung the crochet animals into the air. With a bated breath, he had the actuators catch the toys without bringing any attention to them.

Little did he know, the little girl had more than one trick up her tiny sleeves. She must’ve known that he would’ve been distracted with retrieving the wool toys, and she began to climb up him. He couldn’t help but laugh at the girl’s sudden comfort with him.

She crawled all over him, and he tried to be wary of where she was, but she was climbing around all of his weak points; he’s ticklish, very, very ticklish. “Mayday!” He laughed, the actuators spurred and spread themselves out; allowing Mayday to have more area to crawl and Otto around and keep tabs on her in case her power slips from her momentarily.

Mayday then used her spider-strength to hop from his shoulders to the wall closest to them, giving him time to calm down and collect himself. The actuators kept their sights on the girl freely walking on the walls so that he can step in if something precious of his might be at risk.

Otto chuckled, “I’m going to get you!” He sent the actuators up where Mayday was and she giggled, hopping off the walls and onto an actuator. Otto made grabby hands towards the girl and tried to bring her closer with the actuator she was on, but once again she confounds him by hopping on another one.

Soon enough, they had their little game. Otto would try to catch the girl, but she would away be just out of arms reach by hopping to the next actuator. Ironically enough, Peter did a similar thing when he was under the influence of AI programming in his machinery. As traumatic as this little game might seem, Otto is very happy that this is under a different circumstance.

Gone are the days of throwing fists and metallic claws, only hugs and kisses from this old man. He’s positive that he’s going to be the grandparent in the young Parker’s life.

Once again, the clever little girl did an action that shocked him. She swung over his head and landed on the wall sporting the hallway below it. She laughed as she noticed his shock. Before he could get any closer to her, she leaped -a feat in itself for such a small girl- over to where the Tv and couches are. She even landed in a pose similar to her father.

The excitement of the situation seemed to site the girl out, so she plopped on the rug and breathed heavily, the gap in her front teeth began to show.

He kneeled down to the toddler, “Do you want to color?” The kid’s eagerness only grew at the thought of crayons in her possession. All the walls she can doodle on, the possibilities. And guess what? Her dad can’t even stop her now because he isn’t there.

She babbled and squealed happily, clapping her tiny hands. The actuator heads peeked out behind Otto’s legs as the girl thrashed around with excitement. The claws clapped as they finally got to glimpse the little ray of sunshine.

“I’ll be right back then!”

Mayday scaled the walls once again! This time, her goal is a sneak attack. Otto had walked into another room; her dad does the same to keep her crayons in a “safe place” where she couldn’t reach nor find them.

Not too long later Otto returned with a little bucket full of crayons and markers in one hand and a coloring book in the other. Mayday didn’t really move, trying her best to stay silent in hopes that her position isn’t compromised.

Regardless, Otto played along.

“Mayday?” He called out, trying to hide the smile on his face, “Are you there?” He looked around as if he couldn’t see the girl through his extra appendages. He took a few steps closer to the kitchen as if to try to find where she is, but she wasn’t there.

He then felt a smaller-scale web attach to an actuator and he felt the girl swing. He turned in the direction where he felt the web stick, only for the little girl to fling herself at his face. Although he had no superpowers, he was still proud of his reaction time even in his older age. He caught the girl with his flesh arms and gave her a tickle onslaught.

The girl flailed happily and swatted his hands as she laughed, Otto eventually set her down and gave her the art supplies.

When a handful of the coloring book pages were filled with her young artistic abilities, Mayday crawled over to an actuator nearby. He’s aware that she could walk, but with closer distances there are exceptions. He didn’t move the actuator, this was the first time she didn’t shy away from it; he was mite curious about what is going on inside the little girl’s head.

The toddler grabbed hold of the tip of the pincer with one hand and tried to reach for her art supplies with the other. She realized quickly that her arms are too short and stubby, but she still tried to reach them regardless. Chuckling, Otto used another actuator to bring the supplies closer to her, and she grabbed as much of the supplies as her little hands allowed her.

The little girl happily scribbled a mixture of marker and crayons on the actuator head to make it look like a dog. After the young spider scooted back -Otto used one of his bottom actuators to make sure she didn’t overbalance and fall- he took a moment to admire Mayday’s work.

“Oh, it’s not going to wash off,” he said with a smile, he couldn’t bring himself to be mad at the girl. In fact, he was more proud that even at the age of two, she was able to make his actuator claw look like a puppy.

She then made grabby hands to another actuator, and Otto offered another one without any second thought nor hesitation. This time, she was making this one look like a flower and Otto couldn’t be happier. She didn’t stop at those two, she made the third actuator a cat and the fourth into another flower.

The girl giggled and pet the actuator with a dog face like it was the actual animal, and Otto knew to play the part; he tried his best to make the actuator bark with its metallic communication, but it just sounded like chirping still. Mayday giggled and hugged the actuator tightly; Otto’s spare actuators circled around the girl, occasionally rubbing up against her to show affection. As much as he wants to say that the actuators are acting on their own, he can’t; deep down, he knows he wants to play with his granddaughter and this is one of many ways.

Since he’s been in control of the actuators for so long, he feels like the mental actions of his creations are drastically different from the demonstration all those years ago. They carried out the fusion stabilization with strict, yet smooth movements. Now, when they carry out a task they carry so much life. He can only assume that they’re becoming more like actual appendages compared to what they were before.

Most of all, he’s glad that Mayday got over her fear of his extra helpers. Though, it makes perfect sense that the offspring of Spider-Man is brave and bright; just like her future.

The claws began to open and close at the girl, she giggled and opened her mouth wide then closed it as if to do the same thing as his metal claws were. Otto chucked and went to do it again, but the girl’s stomach is growling and he knew immediately what to do next.

Before the girl could even think about shifting uncomfortably or getting upset, Otto picked her up with his actuators and brought her into his human arms. He coaxed the girl while the actuators hastily put together a PBJ sandwich.

He had to quickly change his focus to the actuators because they biffed the grip on the knives and nearly dropped them. Mayday must’ve known right away and flung herself off him. She was once again crawling gin up the walls, and Otto could do nothing but laugh.

He had a feeling that she was going to be fine, so he made quick work of making the little girl’s lunch. Little did he know, she was planning on playing hide and seek.

“Mayday?” This time he had no clue where the tot was, “Where are you? I have lunch!” A faint giggle caused him to freeze. It sounded so close, yet…….He sighed, this will be fun. He set down the plate and spread out his actuators.

All claws were open, and searching the room and checking any spot where the young spider could be hiding. On a surface level, there is no sight of Peter’s daughter. That’s the thing, she’s Peter’s daughter. That would mean that the hiding spot is in the room, but out of view.

He had the actuators worm around small crevices and hiding spots that he would assume the little girl would hide. The actuators searched behind furniture and above bookshelves, but his only hint was a faint giggle from……below.

Wait! Below! That’s it! 

He assumed that the young web crawler would be on the walls, but she once again outsmarted him. He smiled as he saw the faintest thing move from under the couch.

“Mayday? Are you under there?” The litter girl held her breath as she saw Otto’s socks come near her hiding spot. He then took a minute to get on his knees, then his hands came in contact with the floor. Moments later his head was looking under the couch for the little girl.

“There you are!” He smiled, having the actuators move to push the couch back a little so he can pick up the little girl. “Now, it’s time for lunch!” He picked up the girl and set her on the couch. He had an actuator bring the plate to her.

***

The remainder of the day was spent playing games and all sorts of fun for the toddler. Otto did have quite the arsenal of board games -even a few choice video games from a console he salvaged from the wreck of his first home; he used to play it, but with his workload, it collected dust quickly- but those won’t be used until later, and he’s perfectly fine with that.

Now, that the sun had begun to rest, Otto had only a handful of lamps illuminate the house as he read to the girl. It was the hungry, hungry caterpillar; and the girl was close to nodding off, but her immense energy and excitement began to combat the need to sleep.

When he reached the end of the book, Mayday let out a huge yawn and leaned on him as if he were a pillow.

Otto gently shut the book with one hand while Mayday is rubbing her eyes in his other, he smiled at the sleepy toddler, “Alright, how about we go night, night?” He said to the toddler in a soft voice. Mayday yawned and snuggled into his torso, her head resting on the curve of his belly not compressed by the waistband.

He stood up, careful not to disturb the drowsy toddler, and put the children’s book away on his bookshelf. He finds odd comfort in his bookshelf no longer containing exclusively textbooks and scientific books, it shows him that he’s slowly becoming a family man, and by god he loves it.

He carried the little girl to the spare bedroom where he had put his other hobby to use: woodworking. He had made a crib for the young girl, the siding was able to push down. When he went to put the girl in the crib, she clung onto his turtle neck with her developing Spider-Strength. He suppressed an aww and coaxed her little limbs until she let go.

He gently set Mayday down in the crib he made by hand, staying next to her to make sure she’s asleep. He also gently placed her crochet animals next to the resting bundle of joy. When he was certain that she was asleep, he left the room and silently shut the door.

He made sure to be as silent as possible when it came to cleaning up everything that was pulled out today. The actuators made it quite faster so then he can try to remove the doodles on the actuators. He was hesitant about cleaning them, and the actuators acted on such thoughts; jerking away slightly so he would have to reach and grab for them instead of coming to his hand immediately.

Before he even thought about scrubbing the pincers, he took a few photos of his granddaughter’s artwork; happy that this was her way of getting used to them. Every child has their own weird and fun way of getting over fears, this was hers. He foresees an artistic future for this child and she can barely write her own name, let alone speak it.

Long story short, he’s proud of the little Spiderling: she’s bright and smart just like her father.

There was a faint knock on the door and Otto silently, but quickly dashed to the door to open it. Alas, it was Peter; with a ripped suit, a little bruised, and most of all; tired. “Did.. everything go as planned?” Otto whispered, his face shone nothing but concern for the new father.

“Yeah,” Peter exhaled, “The serum that was made in that other universe to contract the Goblin Formula wasn’t strong enough. So, I resynthesized it and Norman should be back to normal. Permanently.” Peter took in deep breaths as if he just swung here; which begs the question, “Peter, did you drive here?” Peter’s face paled at Otto’s question, the former villain sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, “Peter-“ The new father interjected quickly, “I wanted to make sure she’s alright.”

“She is asleep, it took a while to keep her down, she has a lot of energy.” Otto spoke, not even giving Peter room to protest, “You, however, need to rest. I understand you can rapidly heal injuries, but that doesn’t mean you can negate rest. I, for one, know this and have learned the hard way, I do not want you to go down the same path.”

Peter knew he was right; even before the accident, he knew that Otto was always right. The only person who wasn’t affected by his intelligence was Rosie, bless her soul. Peter then waved the white flag, “Do you think you can watch her overnight then? I’ll be back tomorrow morning.” Otto nodded, “I will watch over her for as much time as you need.”

“Thank you, Otto,” Peter quickly hugged the man before pulling his mask down and swinging into the night. “Anytime, Peter,” Otto whispered as the vigilante’s figure became smaller and smaller. From there, he vowed that no harm will ever be done to the Parker family, not while he is alive and kicking.

When the hero could no longer be seen by Otto, he quietly shut the front door and got ready for bed. As much as he could pull off later nights or even all-nighters, it’s starting to take a toll on him. Besides, no longer does he want to be a super intelligent and prideful scientist, Otto Octavius wants to be a family man. He wants to play the part of a loving relative; if it’s his last part, let it be damned.

He peeked into the guest room one last time before he laid down to rest. The girl -swaddled up nice and tight- looked peaceful, putting him at ease. With a smile, Otto shut the door and went to sleep. For once, the ghosts of his past no longer haunted him in his dreams; he slept as well as he did almost a decade ago, before the accident.

Ironically enough, he dreamt of Rosie. She looked to be proud that he’s picked himself up and moved on with his life. She had sat him down, gave him a peck on the cheek, and read to him a TS Elliot poem. Oddly enough the poem was only a few stanzas in when Rosie stopped reading and looked up at him, saying, “I love you so much, you’ve moved on,” She took a deep breath, “Your family needs you.”

A sniffle woke Otto up from his slumber, he’s normally a heavy sleeper so it must be serious. He reaches over to his nightstand and turns on the lamp. He looks up and sees Mayday with a tear-stained face, hanging from the ceiling with a web he will probably never be able clean off.

“Mayday!” He whisper-shouted, his actuators slowly slithering in the air to aid the girl with getting off the ceiling. The girl seemed to be completely comfortable with his metal companions and used them as steps to get her to the mattress.

When she was close to Otto, she jumped right onto his chest and gripped his nightshirt tightly, tears once again pricking her eyes. He could only assume it was a nightmare. Those are the worst, “There, there.” He cooed, “I’m here for you.” He leaned down and kissed the girl’s crown, and rubbed soothing circles into her tiny back. Nightmares are the worst thing to ever exist. When your own mind turns on you when you’re most vulnerable and sometimes you can’t wake up right away.

He knows it all too well.

So, he stays present, soothing the poor girl as she cries her eyes out. He had an actuator retrieve the crochet animals from her crib and he tapped the little girl with the octopus to get her attention. When she realized what was in front of her, she quickly grabbed hold of the stuffed octopus and clung to it for life.

After a while, her breathing slowed and she looked up at him; eyes ablaze with hope as she extends her hands out to him, her hand -not holding the octopus- opening and closing for him. So he smiled and lowered his head, the little girl immediately held onto his nose; then she tried to wrap her little toddler arms around his neck. Her little arms didn’t wrap around him, but that didn’t matter. She is safe with him, that much he knew.

The little girl held onto him as tight as she could, she let the last few tears on her face fall before she settled down in the plumpness of his chest. Something in Otto’s gut told him that she immediately sought out him when she woke up from the nightmare, well she did of course but being left alone as a child is one of the scariest things to ever happen to someone. Which is a feeling he knows all too well.

The girl’s breathing slowed back to a normal pace and he could feel her movement calm, she’s asleep again. So, he lets her rest on him as he pulls a lighter cover over the both of them, and he rests; making sure the little one is no longer afraid nor harmed.

.

The next morning, Otto woke up to his granddaughter moving in her sleep. He smiled and nudged the girl awake, “Good morning, sunshine.” The girl yawned and nearly rolled off his chest. He caught her before she toppled off the bed.

He clambered off the bed with Mayday In his arms; he prioritized the girl over himself for getting ready for the day. Therefore, his outfit was a little more lax compared to yesterday. He had completely forgotten to set up the high chair for Mayday, so he had the actuators quickly as they could while Mayday was distracted with the crochet animals on the couch.

While the actuators were making quick of an IKEA manual, Otto began to work on breakfast for the both of them. The chair was almost being built when the doorbell rang. He sighed as if the vigilante always knew to show up when it’s most inconvenient for him.

He let the actuators get the door when he was finished with the breakfast, getting out the proper kitchenware for the little girl and potentially her father. Once he heard the front door shut and footsteps following, he had the actuator return to their work and screw in the last bits of the high chair.

“Otto!” Peter waved and looked over at his daughter- that had webbed the ceiling and is now hanging off it- and waved to her, “Did you survive?” He asked his closest friend -and sometimes father figure. Otto smiled, “After the initial meltdown, she was nothing but a ray of sunshine. However, she did have a nightmare.” Peter let out an ‘aww’ and caught his daughter that swung at him.

“You didn’t give Otto a hard time, did you?” He cooed at the little girl. She laughed and flailed in her father’s arms, and Otto could feel himself smiling just from watching it.

“Pap.” The girl gurgled and clapped, causing both of the men to freeze. Otto covered his mouth with both hands and Peter became teary-eyed. Peter embraced his daughter and gave her kisses like a loving father should.

As much as Otto wanted to continue to witness this heartfelt moment, the breakfast would burn. So, he quickly wrapped up making it, putting the dirty dishes away with two actuators and bringing the kitchenware -he pulled out earlier- closer to him so nothing falls.

He decided to place the breakfast on the table and slid the high chair right next to it, “Knowing you, Peter, you probably skipped out on breakfast to make sure you got your daughter over everything else.” Peter chuckled and put his daughter in the newly-made chair, “Guilty as charged.”

Like a hungry college student, Peter devoured his breakfast while Mayday was making a mess of hers. Otto saw the man quickly clean up his daughter and assist her with finishing breakfast.

After that, Peter set their empty dishes into the sink -Otto didn’t believe in dishwashers, sadly- and picked the girl up.“Alright, Mayday. It’s time to go, say goodbye to Otto!” May looked like she was on the verge of tears, and Peter quickly soothed her, “Don’t worry! You’ll see him again! I promise!” The girl seemed a little happy at that, but the melancholy look on her face still showed.

The little girl made grabby hands toward Otto and he held her close once more before handing her back to her father. Peter thanked him and turned to leave, but stopped momentarily, “You know,” he smiled a bit, “I heard that a hunter has gone immortal and is causing havoc downtown, I still need to investigate it, but I think I might need you to watch over her in a few days.” He looked back up at Otto and smiled at Otto’s wide smile.

“Consider it done.”

[pctcrparker]

Peter’s eyes narrowed when Mary Jane started to question if he was listening to himself speak. His jaw clenched and he looked away from her. She was the one not listening to a thing that he was saying. Power was never something that Peter actively tried to obtain. The power that was given to him was given to him by chance. It was the luck that he carried in his life that led him to that moment where he was bitten by that radioactive spider. It was that same luck that that had him finding this suit to begin with. These powers came to him one way or another. Chances were what gave him these powers and he’d be stupid to let those chances just float on by. That’s why he needed this suit. No one should have this power but him and in return, he knew that the suit was gaining power from him too. Looking back at Mary Jane when she admitted that he was scaring her, he held his arms at his side, his hands balling into tight fists. He stood there in silence for a moment, his head shaking as if refusing to believe a single word that she was telling him. “No. No, how could I possibly scare you? I’m the good guy,” he said, gesturing to himself. “No. You know what it is? You just prefer me weak. That’s what it is. There’s always been a part of you that’s been wary and insecure about my powers. If I get any stronger…” He shook his head. “I’m realizing my full potential, Mary Jane. Isn’t that what you want from me?” He took a few steps closer towards the redhead. “I’ve always known that I’m one of the strongest. With this new strength in me, think of all I could do. Nothing could stop me.”

He stopped just a few steps away from her. A heavy exhale left his lips as MJ reminded him of the things he said. He remembered. There was a part of him that was replaying that constantly, but the other side of him kept pushing it away. He was too busy right now to think about how he’d been treating MJ. As if he were having a conversation with himself in his own head, he shook his head and squeezed his eyes. “We have to go.” That was all he said before the mask came back on, the symbiote enveloping his whole face with the black goo like substance that immediately turned right into a smooth fabric-like thing. Silently, he grabbed a hold of MJ’s waist and ran towards the edge of the building, falling off before catching them by throwing his webbing out to swing. He needed to take her home. He needed to be away from her. She was messing with his head and it was making him angrier. That’s why Peter took them home, dropping her off at the front door. Standing there in front of her, his shoulders would rise and fall quickly, his breathing heavier than it usually was. “I can’t keep going back and forth with you, Mary Jane. Why can’t you just understand?” For a moment, his voice had gone a lot softer than it had been since last night before he caught himself. “Not even you can stop me,” he added, referring to what he had said moments ago on the rooftop.

Stopping almost immediately when Peter held out his hand for her and told her to stop coming near him, MJ looked at Peter with fear and concern. Never before had she ever felt scared of Peter until now and she didn’t know how to feel about the whole thing. Even trying to express how scared she was, Peter didn’t seem to care. It was almost as if in a few short hours after they went to bed, Peter became a whole other person. This wasn’t the man she had known her whole life, this was someone entirely different. The idea that Peter was so unrecognizable to her, broke Mary Jane’s heart more than she could handle. It was causing her to become desperate, hoping that she could get back her husband. Stepping back from Peter when he turned to face her, for a brief moment, she thought he was going to attack her. A pained smile spread across his face, causing chills to run down her spine. “Do you hear yourself?” she asked him, his words troubling and scaring her at the same time. “You sound like some kind of addict trying to convince yourself that you need this suit,” she whispered, her voice wavering in fear. She didn’t know how Peter was going to react, but at the same time, she was desperate to convince him to go back to Reed and get rid of the suit. “You’re scaring me. Why isn’t that enough for you?” Mary Jane looked at him pleadingly, wishing that Peter would see some sort of sense. “You say a missing part of you has been unlocked, but the missing part of you was awful towards me. Is that what you want? Or did you already forget the things you said to me last night?”

[cobaltaris]

Aris Media 2023 #20: Marvel's Spider-Man (PS4)

god this title is SO generic. legit one of the biggest issues i have with it upfront is its so weird bringing it up in convo because it's such a bog-standard name that you have to just..okay let's just get into the discussion because Not To Sound Cliché But It Really Made Me Feel Like Spider-Man

so in my attempt to branch out further with what i play this year, hey, might as well get through that open world bucket list, huh. this has been on my radar for AWHILE, but 2018 was my phase of "well uhhh i need to play EVERYTHING that came out before this before i try this out" which was dumb but i'm over it now! mostly! and also just some worries cuz i'm not THAT knowledgeable on Spidey/Marvel stuff. like i watched every MCU movie up to Endgame, and have memories of seeing the first Raimi movie (along with its decent tie-in game) but never really had a Spider-Man phase (which hey I might check out the Raimi trilogy because I loved this but shhh LET THE REVIEW PLAY OUT FIRST DORK)

i played this on PS4 because I'm still too broke for a PS5, and it was the one on PS+ Extra since i just got that and fuck you Sony for taking it off it next month, but GOD. GOD. this game is still a fucking BEAUTY. absolutely stunning and somehow both runs well and loads decently fast for what its going for, that being NYC! first night and hours i had with this were so magical for that reason, especially as things are constantly happening in real-time; crimes to stop, streets full of people, FUCKIN PIGEONS, and yet it almost never has an issue taking it all in

and honestly, as an open world...its REAL fun? like, i naturally associate open worlds in my head with busywork that fails to capture the kinetic, well-designed setpieces that linear shit thrives on, but this game strikes a really good balance; not to say it avoids those trappings! some side objectives are really flat and just exist for the Content, but i got about 90% or so, so I'm not even sure if I fully agree with that statement myself lol

it helps that the core defining thing about Spidah Myan on Da PS4 is that yes. let's say it again for the folks in the back. you FEEL like spider-man. the web swinging is so, SO good, honestly holds the whole open world stuff together (heh). like, its one thing to have this massive metropolitian city, but to give such a FUN, acrobatic moveset to go with it makes doing everything so much, SO much better to play. movement and play control are so fucking important in anything and this game nails that, even making stuff like taking landmark photos fun when you can take them MID swing, THIS GAME IS SO FUCKING COOL AAAA

plus, the main story is a good one! i think the middle drags a bit since its a very piecemeal delivered mystery, with very small discoveries every 20 minutes until the BIG shift, but its always interesting! whether thats seeing what the villains will do next, or what kinda dialogue Peter, MJ, Otto, Miles, anyone would really have (GOD THE DYNAMIC BETWEEN PETER AND OTTO IN PARTICULAR. THATS SUCH A GOOD FUCKIN ARC)

the combat to go with that as the meat of it is also pretty satisfying! lots of layers to it but simple at the core, better as you go along, etc. i do think though sometimes, especially in the side content like the Bases, they kinda stretch it WAY too thin and it gets pretty same-y dealing with the same Shield, Brute, Shooter combos. again, middle is the worst about this since there you don't even have any bosses for like 10 hours, and what do you get instead? oh joy not another mediocre stealth segment featuring MJ woooo

The City That Never Sleeps was also. fine? got pretty alright by the final episode but i was so clicked out of the experience by then. felt VERY satisfied with the ending but i don't think i needed to hear Photobomb like 30 times, or deal with 10 minutes of fighting White Armored Dudes with Gatling Guns, lmao. dig the setups for the sequel but i don't have a PS5 and i need a break before I play Miles Morales so fuck you Luigi

Marvel's Spider-Man and No One Else is about an A grade experience, I'd say! close to S, but the combat kinda drained me in the second half, plus the story does drag on a bit in the middle along with those stealth sections not being. great. but a game where i can be in head empty bliss just swinging around NYC while hearing Spidey slander on a podcast? that's video games baby