#Aunt may is terrifier 1 and pepper is terrifier 2

[august-parker]

Stupid headcanon based on myself

Peters phone dings and he asked Tony to read the text for him

Tony confused: "who is 'big balls man'???"

Peter casually: "oh that's Ned"

Tony: "what the- 'autistic weed dealer'?? Who tf-?"

Peter: "that's MJ"

Tony blinking confused: "istg if you named Romanoff 'mommy'-"

Peter: "no that's loki- Ms Romanoff is 'terrifier 3'"

Tony:

Peter:

Tony: "what the fuck are these names kid-?? WHO IS 'INTERGALACTIC CUMSOCK'!?"

Peter: "that's Thor"

Tony: "WHAT'S MY NAME??"

Peter: "just Mr stark with the chair emoji"

Tony:

Peter:

Tony offended: "that is so not fair-"

[irondadfics]

Hey! So there was a fic where Tony didn’t die on titan, but he was in a coma for a really long time (like I swear 9 years or something) and no one told Peter he was alive. The event of no way home happened and when aunt May dies pepper called and she was going to tell him about Tony, but he hung up before she could and then everyone forgot who he was. Time skipped and Peter was an adult but then Tony was alive again and he remembered Peter? I think? If anyone knows this one I’d greatly appreciate it!

this is for you. Enjoy!

To Be Better by autumdragon

Peter shakily says, “you need to let me leave.��� “You will,” Tony reasons gently. “You will. Those doors will open the second you calm down.” The indignation morphs into fierce anger because “those doors will open the second you input the security override code,” he snaps. Peter may be freaking out right now, but he’s not an idiot. Caught, Tony pauses to look at him, to zero in and search. And Peter, terrified, grits his teeth and looks away. He can’t stomach being studied like that, and – he just, he really needs to leave right now. The standoff lasts for a few more seconds before finally Tony eases off: “FRIDAY, temporarily deactivate Baby Monitor Protocol – override code One-Zero-One-Seven-Two-Zero-Two-Three.” 1-0-1-7-2-0-2-3 October 17, 2023… Feeling sick, his lost eyes snap back to searching ones. The elevator doors open behind him but he doesn't move, choosing instead to stare at Mr. Stark as the weight bearing down on his chest sinks just a little further. Squeezing his shoulder, Tony explains: “The day I got you back.” Despondent, Peter pushes the hand off him. “The day I lost you.”

[spiderculechronicals]

Headcanons I either made up or borrowed and tweaked to fit my spidercule AU: food stuff.

Peter 1 has been adulting successfully on his own for about a year, has worked primarily food service jobs through college and also probably volunteered at soup kitchens/food pantry with Aunt May. He can cook, budget, use coupons, and has a meal plan to make sure he gets enough calories within that budget. Working food service jobs with shift meals and befriending people who pay him back with food is part of this meal plan, and he has picked up some restaurant cooking tips and knife skills along the way.

Peter 2 has some basic to moderate cooking skills, he has taken on a caregiver role with both his MJ and aunt May at times, and also MJ wasn't really a homemaker by nature so they learned to cook together a bit in the honeymoon stage bc Peter was of course pretty broke. He can follow recipes and do basic breakfast cooking.

Peter 3 cannot fucking cook. He can scramble eggs, but he definitely just cracks them into the pan and moves them around until they're cooked and then half the time puts too much salt and pepper but eats them anyway. He survives on canned food, frozen meals, and cold sandwiches (or just sandwich ingredients). But mostly he survives on Wade feeding him, and has done for the past 7 years. He is a cheerleader in the kitchen, very appreciative, and tips well at restaurants.

Wade can cook decently well but in a hobby kind of way, because he generally is flush with money and when he isn't he's picky and starving won't kill him (and sometimes doesn't even register as different from the cancer). He eats better when he's taking care of someone else. His specialty is pancakes, of course, and when hyperfocus hits right he can pull off some impressive gourmet cooking for special occasions. However he does have some food icks including steak with too much red juices, so when he and Peter 3 have gone out to eat he'll typically order the chicken strips rather than admit he wants his steak close to well done and no gristle bits please, and he brought his own taco sauce. (Peter 3 gets his medium rare maybe a little on the rare side, and leaves no scraps behind except the bone if there is one which he could eat but won't in public... one time he did eat it at home because Wade wanted to know if he could. Wade found the sound terrifying and kinda sexy but also very unappetizing, and Peter 3 didn't really get much out of eating it either, so he doesn't really do it as a rule.)

(So yes because of super strength all the spideys *can* eat bones. I don't think Peter 1 has attempted it, and Peter 2 probably only has done it during his passed-out-eating-on-auto thing. Where he was also most definitely eating that shit *raw*.)

[themculibrary]

Outsider POV Masterlist 2

Links Last Checked: April 13th, 2024

part one, part three, part four

A Good Kid (ao3) - kuragay may/oc G, 4k

Summary: Ricky thinks that May’s an exceptional woman, and he thinks that Peter’s an exceptional kid. But there’s no denying that the Parker household is full of mysteries, and most of them are centered around Peter and his supposed internship with Tony Stark.

Big Secrets, And Other Things To Talk To Your Therapist About (ao3) - Aimael pepper/tony N/R, 9k

Summary: How Dr Lauren McKinley, psychologist, randomly acquired not one, but two new clients of the superhero kind, because she was a little too curious to say no.

Everyday Superhero (ao3) - stoneage_woman T, 63k

Summary: When a field trip to Stark Industries ends in disaster, Roger Harrington finds himself faced with an impossible choice. Suddenly, Tony Stark is shoving an NDA in his face while Peter Parker stares at him with terrified, desperate eyes. Nothing in his 13-year teaching career could have prepared Harrington for this, but he knows one thing for sure: ten years ago, he’d stared down into the sightless eyes of a seventeen-year-old girl, and he’d sworn to himself that he would never again lose another student. He’s going to do everything in his power to keep that promise now…even if it costs him everything.

Set during and post Spider-Man Homecoming. A realistic field trip story that also explores the long-term consequences of trauma and responsibility, written by a real-life teacher.

Five Time Faculty Members Had to Call Peter’s Emergency Contact + 1 Time He Shows Up Anyway (ao3) - kingdomfaraway G, 9k

Summary: “Peter,” Jim started, “if you’re more comfortable with your Aunt, we can reschedule for another time.”

“Nonsense,” Tony said, speaking before Peter could. “She’s a very busy woman, I, on the other hand, have all the time in the world.”

Jim kept eye contact with Peter, who just nodded. “It’s fine, I’m sure he would show up anyway…”

Tony gave a very smug grin to both Peter and then to Jim.

House Party Protocol (ao3) - Brosedshield pepper/tony T, 3k

Summary: Henry Hernandez worked in construction. He built things, fixed things, and he made his (modest, middle-class) fortune building and fixing for one Tony Stark, genius and disaster of Stark Industries. And their connection happened mostly by accident

A retrospective on Tony Stark from the guy who puts in new windows after parties, repairs blaster burns in the labs, and knows that Mr. Stark's computer's name is Jarvis and he's really very intelligent. Most action takes place in key points in IM3.

IM Spotter (ao3) - Gyptian G, 2k

Summary: Floriana has headed up the IM Spotter club, New York branch for years, in a certain cafe with a very good view of Stark Tower. Never has she dreamed of having such a special guest, however.

Meeting Pepper Potts (fanfiction.net) - AngelShep 

Summary: Each Avenger met Virginia "Pepper" Potts in their own memorable way. This is how. Pepperony. Just a little light-hearted one-shot.

Mutants (ao3) - sameuspegasus N/R, 3k

Summary: All teachers dread parent-teacher night. This one’s worse than usual.

Feat. Boundaries? I don’t know this word. He’s not my boyfriend! Flash Thompson’s A+ parents Tony and Peter are enormous nerds Gym class is important Oh my God, what’s that in the bio lab

Open for Business (ao3) - opal_earrings T, 3k

Summary: Jake likes his night shift at the gas station in the middle of nowhere because nothing ever happens. The only reason he took the job is because nothing ever happens.

But then something actually does. A teenager comes in covered in blood and asking to use his phone, and somehow that’s not the strangest thing that’s going to happen during his shift tonight.

Peter Parker: Intern Cryptid (ao3) - Karu_Ambrogio T, 9k

Summary: The 5 college level interns, who actually interacted with Tony Stark himself on occasion, would be jealous of the 16 year old Peter Parker appearing from nowhere and being the obvious favorite if they weren’t so busy being terrified by him.

Progress Report (ao3) - sameuspegasus N/R, 10k

Summary: Ms. Warren has some questions for Tony Stark regarding the exact nature of Peter’s internship. She gets invited to the lab to see for herself.

quaranteens (ao3) - blueh T, 6k

Summary: “Peter Parker,” Cindy says. Peter’s head snaps up so fast that it almost looks inhuman. “Did Tony Stark just waltz in and pick up his child in the background of your Zoom call?”

Peter freezes. Wide-eyed, with ‘guilty’ written on his forehead in 72, bold, Times New Roman font. It takes a solid thirty seconds before he can put himself together enough to click the unmute button.

“I—no?” Peter says. His voice is startlingly high pitched and his expression is nothing short of horrified.

Damn, if that isn’t anything but a confession.

Or: a day in the life of the quarantined high school spider-kid, as seen through the eyes of his first-period chemistry class.

research and disaster (ao3) - blueh T, 9k

Summary: The interns at Stark Industries have some questions about Peter Parker. The answers aren’t quite what they expect.

When in Vegas... (ao3) - pherryt bucky/clint G, 1k

Summary: In retrospect, everything lined up in a logical fashion - True Disaster Barton style all the way - and yet Kate still finds herself surprised to hear the news.

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52! and congrats!!

You’re still convinced you can change me?

Thanks! These drabbles are too long xD Enjoy!

It’s thirty-six hours, twelve minutes, and four seconds before Rhodey has had enough.

Tony just laughs, not even looking up from whatever the hell he’s working on when Rhodey plants himself in the doorway to the workshop, arms crossed. The man has deep, deep bags under his eyes, but he insists he’s not tired with a cavalier air and a yeah, yeah, right after I finish this.

He’s said the same thing at the nineteen, twenty-seven, and thirty-one hour marks, too.

“Dammit, Tony,” Rhodey throws his hands up in the air, exasperated. He doesn’t know how Pepper puts up with it sometimes, he really doesn’t. It’s not just that Tony blows off the concern, but that he becomes so infuriatingly offhand about it - and Rhodey’s been around this block before. Tony hasn’t gone on a workshop bender like this in quite a while - not past twenty-four hours, at least. “You reek. I need you to take a shower, for the safety of everyone in this Compound.”

“I’m fine,” Tony’s hands are occupied, but Rhodey can practically see him waving him off anyway. “It’s cute that you’re still convinced you can change me, buddy.”

“I’m making you food,” Rhodey points at him threateningly, mechanical prosthesis whirring as he turns to go back up the stairs. “And you’re eating it.”

“Whatever you say, Rhodey-bear. Oh light of my life - “

Grumbling, Rhodey stomps back up the stairs, debating whether or not to call in the nuclear warhead and enlist Pepper’s help from afar. She was overseas for a meeting in Hong Kong, but failure wasn’t really in her vocabulary.

“Hi, Mr. Rhodey!” The kid waves to Rhodey as he enters the kitchen, popping a spoonful of peanut butter into his mouth. Rhodey smiles tiredly, despite the mood Tony seems determined to put him in. It���s been going on six months he’s been trying to get Peter to just call him ‘Rhodey’, to no avail. Tony thinks it’s absolutely hilarious; if he’s being honest, it’s just kind of adorable. The kid belongs on Sesame Street, or something.

“Hi, Peter. How’s school?” Rhodey opens the fridge, trying to decide what would be the easiest to try and get Tony to eat.

“School’s good! I aced my Chemistry test.” Peter offers an enthusiastic thumbs up, still licking his teeth to get the peanut butter off. “Not sure about my Econ paper though. Mrs. Millhouse is a tough grader.”

“I’m sure you’ve got it in the bag.” Rhodey decides on making Tony a salad and a bowl of mac and cheese. Simple. Palatable. Won’t be too awful when he forgets about it until three hours after it’s fresh. Well maybe the mac and cheese won’t be that great, but Rhodey’s allowed a minor moment of vindictiveness, right? “What are you doing here? I thought you were coming Friday.”

“Oh, I am! Mr. Stark left me a voicemail to come early and pick up some webshooter improvements.” Peter’s nose wrinkles, and he taps his spoon against the peanut butter jar idly. “I don’t know what kind of improvements it needs, it already has way too many web combinations.”

Rhodey sighs, offering a half shrug as he turns on the stove to start the mac and cheese. “Tony’s on a bit of a manic work kick. Whatever improvements he made are probably wholly unnecessary; I’m sorry you came all the way out here.”

It’s very possible Tony won’t even remember leaving the kid a voicemail. Rhodey squints at the box instructions before doing a mental fuck it and dumping the noodles in a pot. “He’s been awake for thirty-six hours.”

“Thirty-six hours?!” Peter nearly drops his spoon, clearly gobsmacked. Ah, to be young and uninitiated to the ways and wildings of Tony Stark. If only Rhodey could be so lucky, but he’s been cursed with being best friends with the most genius idiot to ever walk the planet. It’s his cross to bear. “You can’t - he can’t do that!”

Rhodey bites back the tell me about it, kid, and just smiles to himself as he adds the water and stirs the softening noodles. “Just try and stop him.”

“Okay,” Peter says immediately, and Rhodey turns, ready to tell him that it’s a fruitless endeavor and that he was kidding - but the kid is already gone, stool empty, peanut butter open with a spoon sticking upright in it. Rhodey shakes his head, turning back to the stove; the kid will find out the hard way, then. Peter’s patience is pretty decent, but Tony knows how to break down even the strongest of wills.

Rhodey’s prepared for several scenarios, as the minutes tick by and his mac and cheese cooks:

1) Peter coming back up the stairs, worried because Tony blew him off.

2) Peter charging back up the stairs, annoyed because Tony blew him off.

Actually, that’s about it. Those are pretty much the only logical reactions to Tony’s particular brand of insolence.

There is one thing he’s not prepared for, though:

3) Peter coming back up the stairs, Tony slung over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes, ignoring the increasingly irritated (and colorful) protests coming from his mentor.

“Jesus, Tony, watch your mouth. There’s a child present.” Rhodey takes the mac and cheese off the burner, turning around to stare as Peter deposits Tony on the barstool. Tony runs a hand over his face, looking totally caught off guard - a rare sight, Rhodey has to admit.

“This - this child just kidnapped me!” Tony seems to realize just how ridiculous that sounds as he says it, and Rhodey raises an eyebrow, barely holding back a smirk. “I think I reserve the right to say ‘what the fuck?’”

“I didn’t kidnap you,” Peter says firmly, reaching over to grab the bowl of salad Rhodey had pulled out of the fridge and scooting it across the counter towards Tony. “I displaced you from one location to another against your will.”

“How is that not kidnapping?” Tony demands, and Peter shrugs.

“Cede to my demands or suffer the consequences.”

Rhodey hides a snicker, grabbing a bowl to pour the mac and cheese into. Tony, for once, seems at a loss as Peter hands him a fork and nods to the salad encouragingly. This is going way better than Rhodey ever could have anticipated, and he’s loving every minute of it.

“This is crazy. You’re a little psychopath.” Tony jabs the fork accusingly at Peter, who just stares at him until he stabs his lettuce, clearly still contemplating mutiny, and shoves it into his mouth. “Seriously, what the hell?”

“May doesn’t put up with any ‘nonsense’.” Peter’s eyebrows rise as he makes the air quotes; clearly, Tony’s antics qualify as ‘nonsense’ in his book. “She raised me not to put up with any, either.”

“Your aunt raised a terrifying hellion, that’s what she raised.” Tony mutters, glaring at Peter and Rhodey. “Traitor. I can’t believe this. I absolutely cannot believe this. After everything I’ve done for you.”

“Believe it, Tones,” Rhodey cuts in, setting the mac and cheese in front of him. “You need a nap and a shower. Not necessarily in that order, but I’m not picky.” 

“I am. Shower then nap. That’s so gross!” Peter makes a face, and Tony mutters something indistinguishable and shovels more lettuce into his mouth. Peter, apparently, could hear it, because he slaps a hand down on the counter. “Yes, you will, because I’m approximately 115 times stronger than you.”

Tony splutters, drops of ranch landing in his beard, and Peter swipes his peanut butter back from the countertop, popping another spoonful in his mouth. “I’m sorry, Mr. Stark, but you need to take a break.”

“I’m disowning you,” Tony declares, stabbing another forkful of lettuce.

“You never owned me in the first place.” Peter points out, his lack of sarcasm making it all the funnier. Rhodey’s having a tough time keeping a straight face, over here.

“Yeah, well I’m going to adopt you for the sole purpose of the satisfaction it will bring me when I disown you.” Tony shoots Peter another glare - not that it seems to phase him.

“Sure, Mr. Stark.” Peter pats him on the back, ignoring the way Tony swats at him. “I’m going to start my homework.”

“I hate him. Brat.” Tony shakes his head as he starts in on the mac and cheese, glancing at Peter’s departure. “He just picked me up! Just walked in and carried me away!”

“I like him.” Rhodey grins, all teeth, letting the mirth he’d been holding back begin to show. “In fact, he’s my new favorite.”

The scandalized look on Tony’s face, coupled with the clatter of him dropping his silverware, is utterly priceless.

[cammi-writes]

Title: Puppy Love

Parts: part 1 | part 2

a/n | warnings: gun violence, descriptions about blood, torture, death | alternate universe where Steve never went back in time and Tony never fucking DIED. 

Fandom: MCU

Pairings: Howard Stark x Reader , Bucky Barnes x Reader , Steve Rogers x Sister!Reader

Tag List: message me if you want to be tagged

The team sat in the main living space at the compound going about their daily lives. Not one hearing the light taps of feet making her way towards them. 

This woman had been smart enough to sneak her way into the highly guarded compound without setting off F.R.I.D.A.Y’s intruder protocols. 

If it was anyone else, they would have sneaked into the arsenal they had. Or  they would have tried to get into Tony Stark’s lab. 

But not this woman. This woman had bigger things in mind. She needed help from the strongest forces in the world. The Avengers. 

Though she had known the great Captain America before he was, well, Captain America. She knew him when he was still scrawny little Steve Rogers. 

“Mr. Stark. I don’t want to alarm you but there seems to be an unknown guest in the building” Friday’s voice broke out as the woman made her way behind the team. 

The team turned their attention to the woman, fully ready for a fight... Until they saw her face. 

“Aunt Peggy?” Tony was the first to speak. 

“Peggy?” Steve’s voice broke. 

“Hello Tony, Steve” Peggy smiled. 

“How are you- How?” Steve stumbled over his words, keeping himself on edge. HYDRA had used Bucky against him in the past, what if they were using Peggy as well?

“Well... That’s a long story” Peggy sighed. 

“You were old. You had Alzheimer’s..” Tony’s eyebrows furrowed at the sight of his father’s best friend, young and healthy. “You died.”

“I did” Peggy nodded. “But I was brought back” 

“Brought back?” Sam looked wary. Unsure of what they were supposed to do. 

“I understand that this is confusing. And for you all to understand, you’re going to have to listen without the worry that i’m here to kill you” Peggy was starting to feel her own survival instincts kick in. 

“Well I’m sorry if we’re all a bit on edge with the fact that a dead person is back from the grave” Clint spoke up, earning a glare from Mrs. Carter. 

“Have you ever heard of Project Regen?” Peggy asked the group. All confused but one. 

“Vaguely. From listening in on my father when I was a kid” Tony spoke, still keeping Morgan and Pepper behind him. 

“Howard was working on a serum for decades. A serum to reanimate the dead. To bring them back to a point in their life where they were the strongest. Physically and mentally” Peggy elaborated and when the team didn’t reply she continued. “He had thought he had reached a breakthrough the week before his death. We believed that, that was one of the reasons he was assassinated.” 

“You’re saying that Howard Stark was trying to create Zombies?” Nat raised her eyebrows. 

“He was trying to right his wrongs. Bring back the ones that died before their time. The ones that he blamed himself for” Peggy’s frowned deepened at the memory of her close friend being so eaten up by grief. 

“Me?” Steve raised his eyebrows. 

“No. Howard had made an educated guess that if your body was intact, the super soldier serum would preserve your body and brain. He was right. He just wasn’t here to see that he was.” 

The guilt that swallowed Bucky was physically showing as he remembered the way Howard spoke his name as he snapped his neck. 

“So who was he trying to bring back?” Bucky asked. 

“I need to show you, for you to understand” Peggy pulled a device. “It’s a memory broadcaster. I need you to see what I remember for you to understand why Howard was the way he was” 

Tony nodded when nobody else replied. 

“It’s very simple. These attach to my temples and...” Peggy closed her eyes after attaching the final piece to her forehead. 

“Is it gonna-” Rhodes was cut off by the small light on Peggy’s forehead, then the room was transformed around them. 

“Y/n, are you okay?” Peggy asked.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” You spoke calmly. Your heels clicking on the busy New York street. 

“I know you had feelings for him-”

“Peggy. I never had feelings for him” You laughed. “I won’t stay loyal to a dead man but I will never put myself in the position I was when I found out he was gone. Howard and I were nothing but well what we were. There was no love there” 

“Y/n... We still don’t know if Bucky’s dead.” Peggy frowned at your blatant disregard for the information you guys had learned several months ago. 

“Oh yes, that’s right” You spoke sarcastically. You both were now standing still on the busy sidewalk. “He might be a mindless assassin working for HYDRA. How could I have forgotten?” 

Peggy stayed silent and you sighed. 

“Even if SHIELD is right. If he is out there doing the things they suspect him of doing. That’t not him. It may be his body but his mind is long gone. And I don’t think their will be any way to salvage what he lost. So he’s dead. And I’m okay with that now” You felt the hole in your heart slowly return as you spoke about Bucky that way. 

“I just.. I remember the way you were when you found out that he was gone” Peggy spoke solemnly at the memory of your heart wrenching sobs.

“That was a long time ago. I’ve been through a lot since then. The torture the military manipulated me into volunteering for to recreate the super soldier serum. The missions we’ve been on together. We’ve lost a lot of people. I’ve lost parts of myself. Now the pain of losing him and Steve are nothing but a distant memory” 

Peggy went to speak, but another voice cut her off. 

“Y/n!” Both of your eyes snapped towards Howard. 

His eyes met yours and he rushed down the steps of his house and down the sidewalk to you. 

“Y/n she meant nothing to me” Howard pleaded with you. 

“Howard-”

“No- you need to know that I love you” 

“Howard. If you love me you’re foolish” You laughed innocently. “But I know you’re just scared that I’m upset. But I’m not. We both used each other and I never expected commitment from you because that wasn’t what I was offering either.”

Howard stayed silent and you laughed. 

“I’ll see you at the lab” And then Howard watched you walk down the sidewalk and get into a taxi. 

“I really do love her” Howard turned towards Peggy and she shook her head. 

“Then you are foolish” 

“How do I prove it to her, Peg?” Howard ran a hand through his hair. 

“Maybe you shouldn’t have half naked women in your house when you know we’re coming over” 

The scene melted down around the team, leaving all of them confused. 

“Who was that?” Nat asked. 

“My sister” Steve spoke solemnly. He had spent a lot of his time thinking about his little sister and what she had been through after his death. 

He never told anyone but he still carried the letter you wrote to him after Bucky’s death, telling him to please come home safe. 

“I didn’t.. I didn’t know that she even knew Peggy and Howard” Bucky was feeling a range of emotions right now. From anger and jealousy that his girl had been with Howard Stark in such a way, to guilt and shame that he had hurt you like that. 

“They must have helped her after we...” Steve trailed off as a new scene molded around them. 

“They would make a cute couple” Daniel glanced at you and Howard slow dancing on the dance floor. 

“He hasn’t been with another woman since last year when she basically told him that she didn’t want a serious relationship with him” Peggy commented. Still astonished that her friend actually gave up his womanizer ways. 

“They look pretty serious to me” Daniel grinned as Howard gave you a kiss on the cheek and wondered off the dance floor. 

You walked towards Peggy and Daniel with a blush on your face. 

“Are you okay Y/n?” Daniel laughed at your stunned impression. 

“He told me that... that he’s going overseas for work” You gulped. “And he wants me to come with him...”

The team barely had time to react as the next scene from Peggy’s memory played. 

“I’m asking her to marry me” Howard shuffled nervously in front of Peggy. 

“When?” Peggy asked. 

“Tonight at the gala” Howard smiled. “I think it’s about time. We’ve been together for three years. Five if you count the two years she tricked herself into believing that she couldn’t love anymore”

“Congratulations, Howard” Peggy smiled and pulled him into a hug. 

“Don’t congratulate me yet” Howard laughed but Peggy heard the fear behind his humor. He was terrified that you would run away. “I need your advice first” 

“What is it?” Peggy asked. 

“I don’t know which ring to use” Howard pulled out two boxes. 

One, holding a brand new beautifully cut diamond engagement ring. Something that must have cost him tens of thousands of dollars. 

The other was an older looking ring. 

“It’s her mothers” Howard explains. “She mentioned that she had always wanted to have it. But... it’s the ring Sgt. Barnes used to propose” 

“Oh” Peggy furrowed her eyebrows. “I think you should use the new one for now because I know that she loves you and she wants to be with you forever. But that ring might scare her. Especially now that we’ve lost track of the Winter Soldier project” 

Howard nodded, a frown on his lips. But it slowly morphed into a smile. 

“Hopefully by tomorrow at this time, we’ll be planning our wedding” 

The night went on without a hitch. Until around 8pm. 

“Do you recognize that man?” Peggy’s eyes followed the unfamiliar man making his way through the crowd, towards the dance floor where you and Howard were dancing. 

Howard hadn’t proposed yet but he had mentioned to Peggy that he was going to do it on the dance floor. 

“There’s a lot of Howard’s foreign business partners here tonight” Jarvis explained, but Peggy had a bad feeling. One that she was right to have. 

It’s like it happened in slow motion. 

Howard pulled out the engagement ring, at the same time the man pulled out his firearm. 

“Howard” You spoke quietly, still ignorant to what was about to happen. 

The click of the gun, both of you turning towards the assassin.

The loud bang and the chaos. 

Your killer was able to slip into the crowd going unnoticed. 

“Baby” Howard held his hand to the wound on your chest. 

Your blood stained your white gown and Howard’s hands. 

You tried to speak but all that came out was a gargling sound and blood dripped out. 

“Baby please” The tortured sound of Howard’s voice broke everyone’s heart. “Please hold on. I need you. I love you” 

The whole room was silent as the scene melted away. 

The looks on Bucky and Steve’s face showed it all. They didn’t want to see that. 

“Why did she show us that?” Bucky whispered, the anger in his voice was there. “Why the hell did you show us that?”

Steve grabbed Bucky before he could get to Peggy. A new scene started to unfold. 

“Howard?” Peggy’s voice was soft as she opened the bedroom door. 

The stench of whiskey was potent and Howard was in bed. Unlike him for a Monday afternoon. Usually he would be at his lab. Working on inventions. 

“Howard it’s time to get up” Peggy sounded like she was in pain. 

“Why?” Howard’s voice broke. He had been crying. “There’s no point anymore” 

“She wouldn’t want you doing this to yourself” Peggy’s words were filled with her own pain for losing you. 

“She’s dead. She doesn’t want anything” Howard’s words were bitter with loss. 

“Howard don’t say that” Peggy shook her head. 

“It’s the truth” Howard sat up, giving Peggy a full view of his tear stained face. “There’s no hope for her like the hope we had for Steve and Sgt. Barnes. We hoped to find Steve. We hoped to get Sgt. Barnes back from those Nazi bastards. But Y/n... She’s gone. I felt her take her last breath. I heard her struggle to speak. I felt her blood pour out into my hands”

Peggy had her own tears in her eyes as he spoke. 

“I don’t even know what she was trying to tell me” Howard cried out. 

Peggy made her way over to him and hugged him tight, feeling his tears pour onto her shoulder. 

“She shouldn’t have fell for me” Howard pulled away with a bitter look. “It’s my fault she’s dead” 

“No it isn’t-”

“I hesitated. I should have pushed her out of the way. I should have protected her the way Bucky would have protected her. I should have given my life for hers-”

“And do what? Destroy her the way Bucky’s death destroyed her? She would have been destroyed. You did nothing wrong. HYDRA wanted her dead. They were wrong. Not you”  Peggy persisted. 

“We shouldn’t have let them go on that mission” Howard was moving erratically now. “If we never let them go. If we trained them better. Anything then Sgt. Barnes would be alive and he would have been able to protect her the way I couldn’t” 

“Howard. Howard” Peggy tried to calm him down. “Listen to yourself. You sound crazy” 

“He deserved to be with her. Not me” Howard cried out.

“You both deserved her at different times of your lives, Howard” Peggy grabbed his hand. “Honestly I believe that she loved you more than she ever could have loved Sgt. Barnes” 

Howard scoffed at the idea. 

“She loved him as a teenager. When love was nothing but flowers and chocolates. She loved him. She did. But it was a puppy love. She loved you as a woman. Knowing what she could lose and the pain she could feel. She chose to fall for you. To be with you” 

Howard stared at Peggy in wonderment at her theory. 

“She chose to risk everything to be with you. I think that’s more than she ever did with Sgt. Barnes” 

Howard stayed silent before standing straight. 

“I’m going to fix this, Peg” 

And then he walked into the bathroom, shutting the door. 

The light on the device turned off and Peggy’s eyes opened. 

“I don’t... I don’t” Steve sputtered. 

“Howard created Project Regen to bring her back because he blamed himself.” Peggy sighed. 

“After your disappearance, she was a wreck. She was working 3 jobs to support herself. On the verge of homelessness. The military approached her. They said they needed a test subject who was nearly identical to your genetics to recreate Project Rebirth. They tortured her for months. And she tried to back out but they kept her against her will” Peggy sighed. “Howard found out. Saved her. But she was altered in different ways. She worked for SHIELD because they were afraid of her capabilities” 

“The United States Military did that?” Sam covered his mouth and Peggy nodded. 

“The three of us were close. They were closer. They had a fling for about 2 years before she went off with him to Europe for work. They came back a year later official. And then she died” Peggy explained. “She was a threat to HYDRA so they eliminated her” 

Steve ran a hand down his face. 

“Howard spent years working on Project Regen. It slowed down when he met Maria and had you, Tony. But he never stopped. About 2 weeks before he died, he mentioned that he was ready to start animal trials” Peggy explained. “Then he was dead and I couldn’t find any of the work he had on the project” 

“I’m sorry” Tony pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m not following.”

“HYDRA stole everything he had on Project Regen and perfected it. Howard, Y/n and I woke up a few years ago handcuffed to beds. Then they would take each one of us into a room and electrocute us. They were trying to brainwash us” Peggy explained. “Then the snap happened. Enough of the guards dusted and we were able to escape.” 

“Everything was chaotic. We came to find you guys and you weren’t here. At some point, Howard and Y/n left. Said they were done fighting. I don’t know where they are now” Peggy sighed. 

“So what did you do?” Tony asked. 

“I kept track of what remained of HYDRA. That’s why I’m here. They were quiet for a long time until now. They’re planning something and I can’t stop it alone” Peggy eyes pleaded with the teams. 

“Okay. Okay we’ll help” Steve nodded. “But we need to find my sister” 

“And my Dad” Tony squeezed Pepper’s hand. 

“They’re both in danger” Steve glanced at Bucky who was staring out the window with a distant look on his face. 

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In the '80s and '90s, a lot of things were turned into cartoons. We saw a long list of animated shows based on live-action movies and more than a few that existed simply to sell toys. One interesting subgenre you might not remember, though, is when an animated series would age down an established set of fictional characters. All of a sudden, characters you were used to seeing as adults were portrayed as children on another show.

It happened more often than you may think and, honestly, some of the properties that did this to squeeze a little extra money out of their intellectual property may surprise you. At the end of the day, they all had something that made them entertaining enough to stick to the back of our minds.

Let's jump in the time machine and revisit 18 of the absolute best animated shows that age-flipped characters you knew and love--and maybe a couple you were downright terrified of. Also, make sure to check out our list of movies that were based on beloved cartoons. He-Man, eat your heart out.

1. The Tom and Jerry Kids Show

It's not that Tom and Jerry Kids was a bad show, it was actually pretty good. However, the most memorable thing about it is its fantastic theme song. The series also included a kid version of Droopy Dog, in addition to little Tom and Jerry.

2. Muppet Babies

This is easily the most beloved and iconic example of this trend. Jim Henson's Muppets were portrayed as babies when they became a cartoon--complete with onesies, baby talk, and a parental figure named Nanny that was only ever shown from the legs down. Muppet Babies is hands-down one of the best cartoons of the 1980s. What's more, the recent reboot on Disney Channel is also quite fun, even if it doesn't cast tiny versions of your favorite Muppets in movie franchises like Star Wars and Indiana Jones.

3. A Pup Named Scooby-Doo

This was another show with a very memorable theme, though it's a confusing one. A Pup Named Scooby-Doo first debuted in 1988, and yet its theme sounds like a doo-wop song from the '50s. Regardless, this show is a blast as a young Scooby gang hunts monsters and solves mysteries, and of course, feeds the titular dog Scooby Snacks to keep him motivated.

4. Flintstone Kids

Flintstone Kids was good, but what makes this entry on the list special is the show-within-the-show. Captain Caveman and Son were shorts that aired as part of Flintstone Kids. Originally, Captain Caveman was a character that debuted in the 1977 animated series Captain Caveman and the Teen Angels. On Flintstone Kids, he teamed with his son Cavey Jr. to fight the forces of evil. As for the little Flintstone gang themselves, that part of the show was also very fun, though you might remember it most for the public service announcements that aired during the episodes.

5. Tiny Toon Adventures

This one is, admittedly, a bit of a cheat. The kids on Tiny Toons weren't actually the kid versions of Bugs, Daffy, Taz, and the rest of the gang. It doesn't get much closer, though. Baby and Buster were clearly a younger take on the different sides of Bugs Bunny, while Plucky Duck has Daffy's temper, Dizzy was the spitting image of Taz, and Hampton was so close to Porky Pig it was scary. What's more, sometimes the classic Looney Tunes characters made appearances on Tiny Toons, seeing them team up with their younger proteges.

6. James Bond Jr.

This is another one that sort of works, but only if you stretch the premise a bit. James Bond Jr. was the nephew of James Bond and a spy-in-training and, along with his prep school friends, was fighting the forces of evil just like his infamous uncle. What you may not know, though, is James Bond Jr. has his own novels. The Adventures of James Bond Junior 003½ was first released in 1967, written by an author under the pseudonym R. D. Mascott. Interestingly, the actual author of the book has never been officially revealed, though several names have been theorized.

7. Baby Looney Tunes

First debuting in 2001, this is a much newer series than Tiny Toons. What's more, it actually delivers what you might have been looking for in that show--this is the actual Looney Tunes characters as babies, in case the title of the series didn't hint at it enough. This series essentially Muppet Babies, but with Bugs Bunny and friends. What's not to love?

8. Yo Yogi!

If you've actually heard of this one, congratulations. You're as nerdy as we are. Yo Yogi! debuted in 1991 and only lasted for 12 episodes. It was the most over-the-top version of the '90s you could expect, complete with a neon-colored makeover of Yogi's clothes. The series casts the bear and his pals--Boo-Boo, Snagglepuss, Huckleberry Hound, Cindy Bear--as 14-year-old crime fighters. What else would you expect these animated teen animals to be?

9. Jungle Cubs

Yes, Disney's The Jungle Book for the kid treatment, even though the main character in the movie is already a kid. This version doesn't feature Mowgli at all. Instead, the animals are all kids, living it up in the jungle. They aren't crime fighters of ghostbusters or anything like that. Instead, they're just friends hanging out. Oh, and we have to mention the theme song, a hip-hop version of "The Bare Necessities."

10. Clifford's Puppy Days

If you were a kid in the early-aughts, you might remember Clifford's Puppy Days. Before he was Clifford the Big Red Dog, he was Clifford the normal-sized puppy that wasn't a menace to keep and maintain.

11. The New Archies

Before Riverdale turned Archie and his friends into a Twin Peeks-flavored murder party of teenage angst, The New Archies made them little kids. The gang is in junior high and, well, not much else has changed. It lasted 13 episodes and was still the incredibly wholesome Archie Comics you knew back then before it went full-CW.

12. Sabrina: The Animated Series

The animated Sabrina series was a spin-off of the live-action version starring Melissa Joan Hart and featured the titular teen as a 12-year-old. She was still learning her magical ways and getting into all sorts of trouble with her spells. In this series, Sabrina is voiced by Hart's little sister, Emily Hart. However, the original Sabrina does play a role, voicing Sabrina's aunts Hilda and Zelda.

13. Camp WWE

What if WWE did its own take on South Park? That's Camp WWE, an animated series that's definitely meant for adults. All of your favorite WWE superstars, including "Stone Cold" Steve Austin, The Rock, and The Undertaker, are little kids at a summer camp run by Vince McMahon, his teen daughter Stephania, and her boyfriend Triple H? That's all you need to know about WWE. It pokes fun at WWE and professional wrestling as a whole, is filled with more adult language than you'd find on Raw or Smackdown, and it actually one of the most entertaining WWE Network originals.

14. Ewoks

Yes, this is real. There's honestly no telling how old the Ewoks are in Return of the Jedi. But who cares? In this Star Wars animated series, viewers follow a younger version of Wicket and his friends before the events of A New Hope and, for some reason, they speak English now. Originally, this series aired with the half-hour show Droids for The Ewoks and Droids Adventure Hour, otherwise known as the coolest one-hour block of TV you'll ever experience.

15. Iron Man: Armored Adventures

This is the most recent series on the list, but need to be pointed out. Iron Man: Armored Adventures followed Tony Stark as a teen Iron Man, alongside a similarly-aged Pepper Potts and Rhodey. If you thought Stark might have less of an ego as a teenager, guess again. Still, this take on Iron Man was entertaining and it managed to introduce a long list of popular Marvel characters--from Black Panther to MODOK.

16. The Mini-Monsters

So, The Mini-Monsters wasn't a show. It was, however, a segment within the animated series The Comic Strip. The segment featured the children of the classic Universal monsters, including Frankenstein's son Franky and the Invisible Man's son Blanko. It's utterly ridiculous, with a premise of a pair of siblings (one of which is voiced by Seth Green) being sent to a summer camp filled with the children of actual horror villains for a year. This is the oddest entry on the list, but one of the best.

17. The Pebbles and Bamm-Bamm Show

While this is a list of cartoons that turned adult characters into children, it didn't always work out that way. In some cases, the process goes backward, and this is a perfect example of that. On The Flintstones, Pebbles and Bamm-Bamm were the kids of Fred and Barney, respectively. That series ended in 1966, though, with The Pebbles and Bamm-Bamm Show following in 1971. In that series, the two titular characters were teenagers, attending high school together and starting a band. What was the band called, you ask? The Bedrock Rockers. This sequel series only lasted 16 episodes, but it remains a cool idea that most cartoons won't dare touch. Bart Simpson has been in elementary school for three decades, and chances are that won't be changing anytime soon.

18. All Grown Up

This series also aged up popular baby characters. All Grown Up revisited the world of Rugrats. This time, though, Tommy Pickles and his friends were preteens and had more fleshed out personalities. It lasted five seasons on Nickelodeon, airing between 2003 and 2008.

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Ten Years Later Chapter 3

Chapter 1   Chapter 2

Chapter 3

About two hours after getting to the lab, the bulk of which he spent calming down his robots, he was finally able to look into the files and see what was being worked on. He was immediately floored.

“Kid,” he murmured to himself, reading the top file, “I knew you were a genius, knew you were gonna surpass me, but this is better than even I thought you’d be.”

As if summoned by his thoughts, the door opened and Peter walked in.

“Hey Tony, I was just checking to see if you wanted any help going over everything. I know you’re a genius and all, but it’s been ten years of progress.”

Peter’s face was timid and his body language was wary, like he thought Tony was going to be mad at him.

“Sure! I was just reading some of your files, and I gotta say, I’m impressed! Massively, gigantically, hugely, impressed!”  He may have gone a bit overboard, but he wanted to make sure Peter knew how much he thought of him. It must have worked, because his face lit up and Tony couldn’t help but stare. This kid was beautiful!

“Thanks Tony! That means a lot coming from you.” Peter almost whispered. Giving himself a shake, Peter walked over to where Tony was, and started going over all the updates to technology. Even doing just a light overview, it was still going to take days. To get a working knowledge again would take weeks.

He was caught between feeling depressed and hopeless that he was so far behind; and being elated that he would have an excuse to spend so much time with Pete. Which made him terrified, because he should not be feeling that way for a kid! Who, okay, was no longer a kid...but still! No! Bad Tony!

Pulling his attention back to the present, he was startled to notice that he had unconsciously gotten closer to Peter. Much closer. Like so close behind him he could probably feel his breath on his neck, and his arms were on either side of him. He went to quickly move back, but before he could, he heard Peter’s breath hitch. Was he nervous? Or could he possibly be attracted to Tony too? Before his brain could combust, Peter stepped forward away from Tony.

He was so stupid! Of course Peter didn’t want him! He was older and used to be his mentor. He probably thought of him like a dad. Oh God. He was lusting after a kid who thinks of him as a dad. He’s going to hell. Thankful that he was behind Peter and not in front of him, because he could feel his face was on fire, he cleared his throat and stepped to the side, giving the poor kid more room.

“So all these projects are amazing, and I can’t believe how smart you are! One question though. I don’t see anything about how you brought us all back? Where’s that file?”

He was genuinely curious. Strike that. He was genuinely bursting at the seems to find out how Peter did it. This amazing, wonderful, beauti...uh...awesome boy.

“Well, Mr. Stark, that’s the thing…” Peter seemed really nervous, and wait…

“We’re back to Mr. Stark, are we?” He chuckled, to let him know he wasn’t actually mad.

“Er, sorry, Tony. It’s just...about how I brought you all back...I kind of...didn’t. It’s just you. For now! We’re totally gonna figure it out! It’s just...when I figured out how to bring back one person, I knew it had to be you!”

His heart stopped. In all the universe, quite literally half of all the people in the universe, including his Aunt, which Tony knew how close he was to, Peter chose him to bring back! Maybe he did care about him as more than a mentor, maybe this could grow to be more, maybe-

“Because out of everyone we lost, I knew you could help me figure out how to get everyone else back! I know they’ll all understand when we get them back!”

Of course that’s why Pete chose him! For help. And he would help. He’d get everyone back for the kid so he wouldn’t have any reason to feel guilty.

“Yeah, I’ll help. Of course I’ll help! Who else is lost still?” He asked, needing to know.

“Well, um, you know Aunt May and Ned. Bucky, Wanda, Dr. Strange, T’Challa, Antman, Hawkeye…”

“It’s going to be okay. I have a question though. With May being one of the snapped, how was Happy dating her?” That had confused him since he found out May had been gone just as long as he was.

“That was before the snap. They didn’t tell many people, just me and Pepper. That’s why he’s unhappily single. Cause she’s been snapped for ten years.”

Peter looked so sad, Tony’s heart ached for the boy. He couldn’t believe that between him and his aunt, he was the one picked. If there had been any doubt before, there was none now. He would do everything in his power to help Pete get everyone back.

“We’ll get her back Pete. We’ll get all of them back. I promise!” Even if it was the last thing he did, he would get this done. The kid lost his aunt and his best friend. And he was a kid at the time. Only 17 years old. He had to make this right. The kid chose him because he believed in him. It was kind of humbling....but he was Tony Stark. He didn’t do humble.

“If anyone can do it, we can! Two brightest minds in the universe right here!” It did not warm his heart to see Peter chuckle and lose some of the sadness in his eyes. Which, coincidentally, was not killing him.

“So before we move on to saving the universe, tell me how you saved me? Maybe we can build on that?” He couldn’t wait to hear what brilliant tech he had come up with. It would probably blow everything out of the water, it was going to be amazing, it-

“Uh, I kinda just asked the soul stone and it gave you back.”

-it was so Peter.

“Huh? You did what now?” He wasn’t confused, he was just asking for clarification. Because surely the kid didn’t mean that he spoke to one of the most dangerous artifacts in all existence? Strike that, it’s Peter, that’s probably exactly what he meant.

“Well, I tried everything. And I mean everything! For ten years! And I just couldn’t figure it out. I was feeling really bad, and I just started talking. Not sure to who, cause I don’t believe in God. I mean, technically, Thor is a God? To the Norse? But no. So I was just talking to the ether, I guess. But then something started talking back to me. 

“It was the soul stone. It really didn’t like what it had been used to do. And it just happened to mention that everyone that was snapped was inside it. Which, sounded, ew. But eventually, it just came right out and said ‘Peter, I have your aunt, your only family left in the world, and I have Tony Stark, your’...uh, ‘the only person who could maybe help you figure this out. Choosing one would mean sacrificing the chance to spend this time with the other. A sacrifice is required to use me. Would you sacrifice spending time with one to get time with the other?’

“I have to admit, it struck me dumb for a bit. But I thought about what the stone was saying, listened to the actual words it said, and I knew it was trying to help. So I answered. I did what I had to do, to maybe save the world. The universe. I said ‘I choose Tony Stark.’ It wasn’t immediate. I kind of thought it would be. I mean, the snap happened within a minute. But the stone told me it would take some time. So I got Happy and Rhodey to come over, and called Pepper to come home, and you know the rest!”

Wow. That was. A lot. But he only had one burning question he needed an answer too. A dire need.

“Home? You live here?”

Peter looked a bit nervous as he answered, “Yeah, well, after the snap, I didn’t have anywhere to go. May was gone, and with her the apartment. Ned was gone. I didn’t feel right asking to stay with MJ. I was staying on the streets when Pepper found me. She told me I was moving in, and she wasn’t giving me any choice. Um, I don’t have to stay though…”

“NO!” He actually yelled it, without meaning to. Peter flinched a little and he felt so bad. A little (lot) quieter, he continued, “No. You don’t have to go anywhere! I’m just glad Pep was able to get you here. And yeah. She orders me around all the time too. I’m guessing after ten years, you’ve learned to just accede to her demands also?”

With a little quirk to his mouth, that Tony did not want to kiss, he just nodded.

“It’s really best that way. She usually knows what she’s doing better than us anyways. I’m sure you’ve learned that in the past ten years.”

“Yeah, yeah I really have. But she does make things easier, I have to give her that. I would still be struggling with the whole being outed as Spiderman thing if it wasn’t for her.” He shook his head ruefully, obviously remembering it all again.

“Boss,” Friday cut in, “it’s time for dinner. And Ms. Pepper has advised me to tell you that she has told me to cut all power to the lab if you have not started heading upstairs in ten minutes.”

“Friday, I thought you loved me! Would you really cut my power?”

“In a heartbeat boss. Go eat.”

He really had to shake the hand of the person who made her so completely life like and sarcastic. And then kick them. Oh wait. That was him.

“Let’s go Pete. Apparently, dinner waits for no man.”

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[joyful-soul-collector]

Here to Help: Chapter 2

We’ll work on that

Word Count: 4149

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Nightmares, mentions of past emotional/physical abuse from a parent, and while Peter doesn't have an eating disorder, his behavior/the descriptions may be triggering to some

Synopsis: Wakes up terrified and hungry

Here’s Part 1 if you haven’t read it! You can also read this story on AO3 if that’s easier for you!

I paced around the kitchen, thinking about yesterday, as I had been all night. I tried going to sleep but every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was Peter crying and asking his aunt if he was allowed to sleep. Needless to say, the notion drove any exhaustion I might’ve felt far from my mind. This woman--this monster neglected and abused him, and all the while he had school and Spider-Man to worry about. This kid has so much weight on his shoulders, and he doesn’t even realize it. 

“Sir,” Friday said suddenly, making me almost drop my coffee.

“Jesus-- Yeah Fri?”

“Peter’s heart rate is rising at an unusual pace, I believe he is having a nightmare,” she said.

“Oh shit, okay, thanks Fri,” I said, setting down my coffee and rushing to Peter’s room. I knocked on his door and called, “Underoos? You alright? Friday’s a bit worried.”

For a second I thought there was no answer. But then I heard muffled moans and crying coming from behind the door, though I couldn’t tell what he was saying, or even if he was saying anything at all. 

“I’m coming in kid,” I said, feeling a bit of panic rising in my throat.

Peter was twisting and shaking, his covers kicked off him and his hair stuck to the sweat on his forehead. He writhed on the bed, moaning and crying as though he were in pain.

“Peter!? Hey, Peter wake up, wake up kid,” I said, running over and trying to shake him awake. All he did was whimper and turn over.

“No… stop… please…”

“Pete? C’mon kid, you gotta wake up, it’s not real--”

“I didn’t mean it, it was an accident, I’m sorry--Help me, help me Dad, help me it hurts!”

“Peter!”

“Dad help! HELP DAD HELP ME--” 

He snapped awake with a strangled gasp, clutching and scrabbling at his chest, wheezing as tears poured down his face and mingled with the sweat already there. 

“Hey, hey you’re alright, you’re okay--”

“I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe--”

“Yes you can, you can, look--” I took his hand and pressed it firmly to his frantically rising and falling chest. “That’s you, you’re breathing, that’s you, do you feel it?”

He went silent for a second before nodding, though his breaths still sounded strained and painful. 

“Okay, you gotta calm down kiddo, we’re gonna do the same thing we did yesterday okay? Breathe deep, all the way down okay?”

He nodded. 

“Focus on your breath,” I continued. “Feel the air going past your nose and mouth, down your throat, filling your gut. And then feel it going out, feel your stomach sinking, the air going past your nose and mouth. Just focus on the feeling of breathing.”

He never stopped looking at me as he did his best to calm down. He stared at me and clutched my hand like I was the only thing that kept him anchored to earth, while his other hand pressed flat against his chest, reminding himself he was still breathing. It was about ten minutes before his grip on me loosened.

Though he was no longer having a panic attack, he still looked small and helpless, like when I found him in the alleyway. He had himself propped up weakly against the headboard, looking like he would blow away if I breathed too hard. But then I remembered what seemed to cheer him up back when I found him alone and scared.

“Do you want a hug?”

His face lit up again just like it did then, with that sappy, almost pitiful hope, and he nodded fervently, as though worried I would change my mind at the last second. 

I swung my legs onto the bed and shifted back so I was sitting next to him. Then I opened my arms and Peter buried himself into my side, his head resting on my chest and his thin arms curled tight around my torso. 

“You sure like hugs,” I said. Peter nodded.

“Safe,” was all that he said.

I rubbed his back with my right hand, feeling dismayed that his spine and ribs still jutted out of his skin. He’s gotta be starving, he slept for a whole twelve hours, and with his metabolism? I imagine his stomach must be absolutely cramping with hunger. 

But knowing him, I’m sure he would sooner pass out from low blood sugar than tell me he’s in the mood for a snack.

“Nightmares suck,” Peter said, pulling me out of my thoughts.

“Yeah. Yeah, they really do,” I said. “You wanna tell me about it?”

“Um, well it was when the Vulture dropped that building on me, but it was Aunt May who was doing it. She kept saying that I broke the rules so she had to punish me.”

“Man, that sucks. I’m sorry kid.” I almost asked about this “Dad” he was talking about, but decided against it. If he didn’t mention it, maybe that was something he’d rather keep to himself. 

“Not your fault,” he answered. 

 I know. I know it’s not my fault. I know I wasn’t the one who hurt him. But then why do I feel so damn guilty?

It’s because I didn’t notice. Not only did I neglect to realize my intern was fucking homeless, but I never even thought about what his home-life might be like. Never thought to check if he was okay. 

Though as I glanced at the fork still sitting on his bedside table, a small part of my brain told me that I was being ridiculous, and not to blame myself for the pain Peter went through. But I wasn’t interested in listening to that voice at the moment. 

“I should probably get dressed,” Peter said, looking down at his pajama-clad legs. 

“Oh. I guess if you want to then. I think I’ll stay in my pj's,” I said with a laugh. I got out of his bed and shut the door behind me. 

I spent the next ten minutes or so making breakfast, being sure to give Peter twice as much food as me. I put a Hulk bar on his plate too, in case the giant heap of scrambled eggs, toast, bacon, and milk wasn’t enough. To be completely honest, I wasn’t sure how much he really needed, but he did eat an entire box of pasta by himself yesterday so I thought it’d be best not to skimp on anything. 

When everything was set, I looked towards the hallway. There was still no sign of Peter. Then I heard the elevator door ding and slide open, and looked to see Peter taking a step into the elevator, wearing his old (but now clean) clothes from yesterday, backpack on his shoulders and camera slung around his neck. 

“Peter?”

Peter jumped, and the elevator door bonked his shoulder knocking him off-balance. 

“Ow. Oh uh, heyyy Mr. Stark,” Peter said, backing out of the elevator and rubbing his shoulder. 

“What’re you doing?”

“Goin’ to work,” he said simply. 

“To work? Why?”

“Pictures won’t take themselves, Mr. Stark.”

Smartass even when hungry and sleep-deprived. The only way he could be more like me is if he put on sunglasses and grew a goatee.

“No, seriously kid, why are you going to work? You don’t have to work at the Daily Bugle anymore,” I said, walking over to him. 

Peter gave me a funny look, then rolled his eyes. 

“Ha ha, hilarious Mr. Stark.” Peter pressed the down button again, waiting for the elevator to open up and avoiding my eyes.

“Peter what--? You need to stay here, you haven’t recovered from--

“Work isn’t going to wait around for me to rest up--”

“But there’s no reason for you to work anymore!”

“How do you expect me to get my own place if I’m not making money?”

“Expect you? But you’re living here, with me! So I can take care of you! You don’t need to make money anymore if you already have a home!” 

Peter froze and looked at me. He didn’t even move when the elevator door opened again. 

Suddenly a cold weight dropped into my chest. 

“Unless, you don’t want to live here,” I said, looking down and feeling embarrassed. “Which is--Which is fine! But, but you shouldn’t go work at the paper, I’ll get a place lined up for you and--and I’ll pay you for being Spider-Man, I mean I was going to do that anyway, but don’t go and work there, please just stay here for a week or so and--”

“I wanna stay!” Peter said suddenly. I looked up to see him shaking, tears trickling down his face. “I want to stay! I wanna stay with you! I thought I couldn’t-- I thought this was temporary, I thought I was going to have to leave and I didn’t want to be a bother--”

“Oh kid, you’re never a bother, c’mere,” I said, and I pulled him safely into my arms, being sure to push his camera out of the way. “You’re never a bother, you have always been welcome here. I’m sorry I didn’t make that clear before you spent a week in the streets. I’m sorry I didn’t think to check on you sooner. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay Mr. Stark. It’s not your fault. It’s a lot of me too, I should’ve asked for help earlier,” Peter said.

“No, no that’s not your fault either. You were taught that you didn’t deserve help, so obviously you didn’t ask. I was taught that too, it took a long time for Pepper and Rhodey to reverse that, heh. So we’ll work on that. How does that sound?”

Peter nodded against my shirt and hugged me closer. I hugged him so tight he actually winced.

“Oh shit sorry, too tight?”

“Uh, no, actually it’s my--”

Peter’s stomach gave a piteously empty sounding rumble. He actually moved a hand away so that he could hold his belly, and I heard him give a slight hiss of pain. 

“…stomach,” he finished. “Sorry.”

“Quit saying you’re sorry for being hungry. It’s okay to be hungry, you’re not committing some awful crime.”

“I’m not?” 

“No, you’re not,” I let him go and leaned down so I could look him in the eye. “You’re just being a person. Just let me know when you’re hungry okay? Let me know when you need something, don’t wait until your stomach is ready to implode.”

“You… actually want me to tell you when I’m hungry?”

“Yes. Tell me anything and everything kid, just tell me. Don’t wait until you’re hurting. All that stuff that your aunt said is wrong. You can tell me you’re tired, you can be mad and sad and happy whenever you have to be, you can get something to eat or go to sleep without anyone’s permission, you can cry if you need to. You don’t have to wait for me to say it’s okay to be whatever you need to be.”

“But, I don’t know how to do that.”

“We can work on that.”

“We have a lot of stuff to work on,” he said miserably.

“We have a lot of time,” I said. I stood up straight and put my arm around his shoulders.

“Now, how about we get some food in that belly of yours? What the hell were you thinking trying to leave without breakfast? Or even a packed lunch for that matter?”

“I didn’t want to be annoying. And it’s not like I’ve never gone without breakfast before… Or lunch,” he said, fidgeting with his sleeves.

“Well from now on, you’re having at least three square meals every single day, no exceptions.”

“Three whole meals,” Peter whispered to himself. I decided not to comment; I don’t think he actually wanted me to hear that. 

“I made you breakfast,” I said. Peter looked up at me, eyes wide and mouth parted.

“You did?” he said, his voice going up an octave.

“You bet. How do you feel about eggs, toast, and bacon?” I said.

Peter swallowed and chewed his lip hungrily, his pupils dilated so wide his eyes looked more black than brown. His belly grumbled lowly again, and he clutched it, as though trying to drive the pain and noises away with his fist. Though of course, only food would be able to accomplish that. 

“Y-yes please,” he said in a high, trembling whisper. He sounded like he was about to cry again, so I ruffled his curls and lead him to the dining room. When he saw his plate a sob-like whine escaped his throat, and he hurried to the table, shoveling hot scrambled eggs into his mouth. 

I sat across from him and began eating too. I watched Peter carefully as he inhaled the pile of scrambled eggs, taking a few bites of toast and bacon, and a swig of milk every once in a while. He breathed heavily, with little whines of either relief or desperation between bites.

It broke my heart.

It was only after a couple minutes that Peter slowed down enough for me to talk to him.

“Hey Pete, you didn’t happen to get hungry in the middle of the night, did you?” I asked. 

Peter froze, looked at me, then looked away nervously. 

“How did you know?”

I gave him a sympathetic smile.

“Lucky guess. Your stomach wouldn’t stop growling, you sounded like you were going to cry when I said I made you breakfast, and you’re eating at a hundred miles per hour now.”

Peter turned red, and put down the strip of bacon he was eating, as though he were going to stop. 

“Oh no, I didn’t mean for you to stop, I wasn’t trying to shame you,” I said quickly. “Please, keep eating if you’re hungry. I just meant that you must be starving because of your metabolism.”

Peter picked up the bacon again, looking a little relieved, and then he nodded. 

“Yeah, I got hungry last night, at like two am or something… My stomach woke me up cuz it hurt,” he mumbled.

I almost swore out loud but hid it behind a rather aggressive sounding cough. If Steve were here he’d be proud I managed not to cuss in front of a kid for once.

“And I imagine you didn’t get up to get something to eat, did you?” I continued. Peter shook his head. 

“I… I didn’t want to wake you up. I mean, Aunt May could almost always hear me if I tried to get something in the middle of the night cuz the fridge made this loud squeaking noise, though sometimes I could flip up onto the ceiling before she caught me. And…” Peter trailed off, turning red again.

“What is it?” I said. 

“Well I couldn’t steal from you, could I? Tony freaking Stark gives you a place to stay and you go raid his fridge like you own the place? I couldn’t do that!” Peter distracted himself by biting into another slice of toast. 

I sighed. It was exactly as I suspected. He’d just gone back to sleep with his belly rumbling and cramping without a second thought. 

“Well, I, Anthony Edward Stark--”

“Your middle name is Edward like the vampire--”

“--Give you full permission, to-- How did you put it? ‘Raid my fridge like you own the place,’” I said, taking a bite of my own eggs. “Any time. Day or night. Make all the noise you want. Hell, you can come into my room, or the lab, or even in the middle of a business meeting and start chucking food at me if you’d like, I don’t care.”

Peter laughed, and it made my metal heart swell to hear the sound. A genuine, happy laugh.

Up until now, it seems he’d been too hungry or tired to be happy, but now that he’d been fed and rested, he was returning to the cheerful boy I knew.

Well, the cheerful boy I thought I knew. I thought he lived in a good home, I thought his Aunt was a perfectly fine woman, I thought he had enough. Enough food, enough sleep, enough love, enough to be truly happy.

But, as yesterday’s events showed, he’s never had enough. And, I’ve realized, he still doesn’t quite have enough now. Specifically, enough to wear. All his clothes got stolen, meaning the clothes he’s wearing now are the only ones that he has.

“Pete, do you want to see if we can get your clothes back? I could check the security cameras and see exactly who took them--”

“No,” Peter interrupted. 

“Really?” I said. “Why?”

“I um… It’s really hard out there,” he said through a bite of eggs. “I was only homeless for a week and I still had some of my own stuff. There’s a ton of people out there who don’t have anything. For now, I’m assuming someone stole my clothes because they needed them. They didn’t even touch my tent, they could’ve stolen that too, but they didn’t. 

“And I mean, most of those didn’t fit anyway. The only thing I would’ve been sad to lose is this shirt,” he said, plucking at the shirt on his chest, which read “If you believe in telekinesis, raise my right hand”. I privately thought Wanda would find it funny. “Ned and MJ got it for me for my birthday. It’s my favorite, I’m lucky I was wearing it yesterday.”

I was a bit surprised at his answer but didn’t argue. Even though he’s been hurt so much, he still cares more about the people than he does himself. 

“Well then, looks like we’ll have to go shopping soon,” I said, smiling at him over my glass of milk. “Get you some nice new clothes, ones that actually fit too.”

Peter suddenly looked a bit panicked again. 

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“…I’m not used to people buying me things. Makes me feel weird.”

“But what about your shirt? You were just saying--”

“That was different, it was my birthday, they would’ve felt bad if they didn’t get me something, so it was okay. But now you’re just buying me stuff all willy-nilly--”

“It’s not ‘willy-nilly’, you need clothes. You’re not being spoiled, you’re just being given the things you need,” I said. I reached across the table and put my hand on his shoulder.

“It’s okay to let yourself be taken care of. Let me take care of you, that’s what I’m here for. I’m here to help you, not to tolerate you.”

Peter still didn’t look convinced, but didn’t argue.

He finished the last of his food, except the Hulk bar, though when I came back from clearing my plate, the bar was nowhere in sight.

Peter was actually curled in on himself, his knees pulled up to his chest, his arms crossed behind his legs and hugging his belly. If he weren’t smiling so widely, I would’ve thought he was in pain. 

“Underoos? Whatcha doin’ over there?”

“My stomach doesn’t hurt!” he chirped. “It’s warm. Feels nice.” He hugged himself closer, closing his eyes as though he were snuggling into a blanket.

I laughed. 

“You’re like a kitten or something. Curling around itself,” I said.

“I’m alright with being a kitten,” Peter said, opening his eyes. “Kittens are awesome, not the worst thing you could be.” Then after a moment, “Arguably, it’s the best thing you could be. New goal in life: become a kitten.”

“Not a bad goal kid. Not a bad goal,” I said. 

Peter snorted before glancing at the plates on the table. He suddenly uncurled himself, picking up all the dishes and walking to the sink. He snatched up a sponge and started rinsing off all the dishes and scrubbing them.

“Kid, you know I have machines to do that for me right?”

“Oh yeah, but it’s the least I could do for you! You’re letting me live here, I gotta repay you somehow. I was thinking I would clean the living room later, then sweep and mop the lab, and then maybe--” 

“Kid…” I turned off the sink and he looked at me curiously. “You don’t have to feel guilty for anything.”

“What? I don’t feel guilty! I’m all good!” he said a little too cheerfully. 

“You do. You don’t have to try and repay me, all I’m doing is giving you what you deserve.”

“No, you’re doing a lot more than that!” Peter said, looking at me as though I wasn’t giving myself enough credit.

“Kid, all I’ve done so far is give you shelter, rest, food, and the promise of new clothes.”

“Yeah!” he said, like I was proving his point.

“Those are just basic needs kiddo. You think that I’m spoiling you or that you’re getting more than you deserve, but you’re not.”

Peter frowned, and looked back at the dishes. I slowly put my hand on his wrist, and pulled him away from the sink. Peter dried off his hands and then started fiddling with his sleeves as I told Friday to have a suit do the dishes.

“Hey, it’s alright,” I said, turning back to Peter who was still frowning and fidgeting with his sleeves.

“Yeah, I guess. I just… I suppose I do feel guilty. I don’t feel like I deserve any of this.”

“Well you do. You deserve all the good things. You might not know that right now, but we can work on that.”

“Okay. We can work on that,” he said. He leaned forward and held up his arms, and I wrapped my own around him, holding him tightly to my chest.

Safe.

“Hey, I don’t feel like working in the lab today. Do you want to go watch something? Anything you want,” I said.

“Anything I want?” Peter repeated, looking up, his eyes alight with excitement. 

“That’s what I said.”

“…Even Batman?”

“Haha! Even Batman. You go get it set up, I’ll be there in a sec,” I said. Peter let me go and flipped onto the couch, the remote bouncing conveniently into his lap.

I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a Hulk bar (Maybe I should call them Spidey Bars since Bruce is nowhere to be found), and put it in my pocket in case he needed it for later--oh my god I’m a mom--and then tossed a packet of popcorn in the microwave. A few seconds in the first kernel popped and I heard Peter gasp.

“ARE YOU MAKING POPCORN!?” he shouted from around the corner.

“Um, yeah?” I called back. 

There was a loud thump from above, and then Peter appeared from around the corner, crawling across the ceiling towards the microwave.

“Jeez, are you still hungry? You should’ve told me!” I said.

“Oh no, I’m not really, I promise, I just like watching the popcorn bag get all puffed up,” he said, standing upside down and pressing his nose to the window of the microwave.

I laughed and turned to pour myself a fresh cup of coffee, when I saw something white peeking out from the underside of the table. I glanced back at Peter to see him still occupied by the popcorn bag, then quickly went to the table and peered under it.

There was Peter’s Hulk bar (Spidey Bar?) from breakfast, webbed to the underside of the table. 

Something flashed in the back of my mind and I saw Steve Rogers putting a container of day-old Chinese food in his sock drawer to save it for later, no doubt fingerprints left on him by the Great Depression. 

I leave the bar under the table. Peter would be embarrassed if I called attention to it, and he might panic if it’s moved. Steve was the same.

Peter and Steve have a lot more in common than I thought. Both superheroes, both with enhanced metabolisms, both growing up without enough food, both habitually hiding food for later, and of course, both rather good at pretending they are 100% A-okay. 

If Cap were here he could help Peter a lot more than I could. 

But he’s not, he’s out somewhere doing who-knows-what with Nat and Wanda and Metal Arm Guy and who the hell else he seems to have recruited into his little group. People have taken to calling them the Rogue Avengers, a rather fitting name I might add. 

I stood up and touched the phone he gave me in my pocket. I’m a little ashamed to say I keep it with me all the time. Maybe I should call him. Not to unite the Avengers again necessarily, but to see if he can help the kid. He may be an idiot but he’s a good person, a better man than me. 

If Iron Man can’t help Peter, maybe Captain America can.

[mandowh0re]

Peter’s Emergency Contact

Would you look at that! I finished this earlier than I thought I would. I did this last night instead of studying for my test... Oh well.

Hope you all enjoy this!

part 1/ part 2/ part 3

The interview portion of this is based off of this post.

Words: 1670

Comments: I don’t really watch news interviews or read any actual newspapers so sorry my interpretation of them is shit.

Happy reading!

Part 2

Tony’s sitting in his lab with the article projected in front of him, clear as day:

Tony Stark has a son?

New information has come to light suggesting that Tony Stark, owner of Stark Industries and superhero legacy Iron Man, has a son. A source, who chose not to be named, came forward to claim that they personally heard Stark call a teenage boy “his kid” and the boy call Stark “dad”.

Because the boy is a minor, his name cannot be released to the public.

He isn’t quite sure how this happened, but May insinuated that it had something to do with his meeting at Peter’s school yesterday.

He’s pissed off, because it doesn’t take a genius to figure out who the teenage boy in the article is.

He hasn’t heard from Peter yet, and he doesn’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. The kid is in school and Tony is terrified about what will happen if this gets too far.

“TONY!” The man jumps at the sound of his wife’s voice.

“Shit.” He was so busy worrying about Peter that he didn’t even think about what would happen when Pepper found out, “Yes dear?” He calls out to the redhead barreling down the stairs.

She holds up a newspaper and Tony cringes, “What the actual hell is this, Tony? What did you do?”

His hands fly up in a defensive manner, “I swear! I didn’t do anything!”

Pepper raises an eyebrow at him and crosses her arms, “You have to forgive me for not believing you.”

Tony sighs and puts his head in his hands, “Peter was in trouble at school because they thought he put my name down on a mandatory form as a prank. They didn’t believe May either when she tried to clear it, so I went down to set it straight.”

The anger leaves Pepper’s face and is replaced with understanding, “And he called you ‘dad’.”

“Apparently I called him ‘my kid’ but I don’t remember doing it.”

“Probably because you do it all the time. You are basically his dad.” Pepper steps forward and runs a hand through her husband’s hair.

Right then Tony’s phone goes off, but he doesn’t make a move to answer it, instead choosing to feel his wife’s fingers carding through his hair.

He and Peter had that in common.

The moment is brutally interrupted by FRIDAY, “Boss, you need to answer your phone.”

He grunts, “Why?”

“It is Peter calling.”

Immediately he jumps from his spot and grabs his phone.

“Peter?”

“MISTER STARK,” Tony has to jerk the phone from his ear because of the pitch Peter’s voice is currently at, “I’M SO SORRY I SHOULD HAVE BEEN MORE CAREFUL I DIDN’T KNOW THAT SOMEONE WOULD-”

“Woah woah woah kiddo, slow down there.. Are you talking about the story?”

“YES EVERYONE HAS SEEN IT AND SOMEONE LEAKED MY NAME AND OH MY GOD WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO MISTER STARK,”

“Peter, calm down kid. Someone leaked your name?”

He hears Peter take a breath, “Yeah, and now nobody at school will leave me alone. They’re even harassing Ned and MJ.”

Well fuck.

“Okay, take a few deep breaths for me. I’m gonna have Happy pick you and May up and bring you to the compound so we can figure this out. Pepper knows and I’m sure she already has a few ideas in mind,” He looks up to her hopefully and she rolls her eyes but nods.

“Okay, okay yeah. That works.”

“Good. Don’t worry about it, kid. We’re gonna get through this.”

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Honestly? Tony has never been more nervous for a interview in his life. Probably because this one doesn’t affect him as much as it will Peter.

The day that Tony had sent Happy to rescue Peter from school, he, Pepper, May, and Peter sat in the common room to talk about the options they had to get ahead of the rumors that had begun to contort and change into other disgusting theories.

So after two hours of talking and deliberating, they had come to a conclusion.

And now here Tony was, about to begin a live interview with ABC News, and he was terrified.

But right before he can spiral into a panic attack Peter walks up to him, squeezes his hand and whispers, “I’m nervous too.”

Tony shoots a look at the kid next to him, but Peter isn’t looking at him.

“We don’t have to do this-”

“No,” Peter interrupts, “I want to do this.”

Tony huffs out a long breath and throws an arm around the teenager’s shoulders, “You’re gonna be stuck with me after this, you know.”

Peter smiles, “Maybe I want to be.”

Tony feels a warmth spread through his chest. He pulls Peter into a hug, kisses his hair and whispers, “I couldn’t have asked for a better son.”

Right then Pepper approached the two.

“They’re ready whenever you are.” She fixes the microphone on Tony’s shirt, then Peter’s.

May walks over and gives Tony a hug, and for a moment he doesn’t respond because he definitely wasn’t expecting that. But when he recovers he wraps his arms around her, “Thanks for raising the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

May pulls away and she has tears in her eyes, “You know, I used to hate you.”

Tony chuckles, “Believe me, I know.”

May looks at Peter who’s currently chatting with Pepper, “But I can’t hate the person that put the light back in my kid’s eyes,” She looks back at Tony, a tear falling from her face, “After Ben, I wasn’t sure I’d ever see him light up like he used to. But then you came along and took him under your wing. You made sure he was safe. Protected. And you’ve done your damn best to keep him alive while he goes out there catching bad guys. You even moved heaven and hell and manipulated time and space to bring him back from the dead.” She pauses to take a steadying breath, “So really, I can’t thank you enough, Tony.” She sniffs.

Tony reaches up and wipes away the few tears that have made their way down the woman’s face, “I know he’s not biologically mine, but I love him like he is. That makes him family. You too, May. Family sticks together.”

She laughs, and playfully nudges his shoulder, “For all intents and purposes, he pretty much is your son.”

Pepper signals Tony to get a move on, so he flashes another smile at May and quickly wipes away the moisture from his eyes and clears his throat from the emotioned balled up in it.

Tony walks to the chair designated for him in front of multiple cameras, microphones, and false lighting.

A man next to the camera begins to speak, “And we’re live in three,”

He looks to see Peter, Pepper, and May smiling at him.

“Two,”

He takes a deep breath.

“One!”

“Hello everyone, thank you for tuning in. I’m David Muir. Tonight we have a special guest with us, Tony Stark, who’s here to give us an exclusive interview. Thank you for being here, Mr. Stark.”

“Thank you for having me, and please, just Tony. Mr. Stark was my father.”

David nods, “Alright Tony. So for the past few days there have been stories and speculation surrounding the rumor that you have a son.”

Tony nods.

“Now first the claim was that this kid called you ‘dad’, and you called him your ‘kid’. But once his name was leaked, more claims came in stating that this kid is your personal intern. There are even a few photos of the two of you out in New York City.”

Tony folds his hands, “Yes. So, I’ll just get this out of the way immediately. He is my son, and his name is Peter.”

“Peter’s a teenager, correct?”

“Yes, he’s sixteen.”

“Have you always known about him? Or has he been a secret this whole time?”

“It’s an interesting story actually,” And just as planned, Peter interrupts the interview by walking in front of the cameras, effectively blocking Tony.

“Oh I love this story!” Peter exclaimed. Tony looks at Peter, then at David as Peter grabs the hidden chair, “Hang on, I’m gonna pull up a chair.”

“Pete, what are you doing?”

“Oh, I’m just joining in on the fun. I was bored.”

“Now, Pete, we talked about this. You can’t just walk in on my interviews.” Tony wraps an arm around Peter’s shoulders.

“But I wore your glasses and everything!” He motions to his face where a cheap pair of yellow/orange glasses that resemble Tony’s pink tinted ones sit on his nose.

“Where did you even get those? You didn’t have them on when we left.”

“I hid them in the car.” Peter was smiling like a child.

“Right.”

“Sorry, dad.”

“As I was saying,” Tony began the story again, “Peter is incredibly smart, his IQ rivals mine. So I chose him to be my personal intern when he was 15. His aunt came to me several months afterwards to tell me that I was his biological father, and that she had proof. Of course I didn’t believe her, so I ran a quick test and what do you know? It’s a boy.”

“So you’ve only known him for a little over a year?” David asked.

“Correct, but even before I knew he was my son we had already developed a sort of, I don’t know,” Tony twirls his hand in the air, “Father-son relationship.”

“Now is Peter going to inherit Stark Industries?”

Tony nods, “Yes. Stark Industries, Iron Man, all of it.”

“Woah, I get the suits?” Peter mused.

Tony pauses, “I change my mind,”

“No take backs!”

Tony rolls his eyes and squeezes Peter’s neck, “You’re gonna give me a heart attack one day, squirt.”

“Well you’re already going gray.” Peter smirked at the camera.

Tony’s jaw drops, because that wasn’t in the script.

“You little [CENSORED].”

[captainsimagines]

Kill ‘Em With Kindness - PART ELEVEN

Bucky Barnes x Reader 

Warnings: SMUT; swearing; mild violence 

Word Count: 2,874

“You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen... I want to ruin you.”

“You’re too late.”

PART ELEVEN 

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     1. Companionship: fellowship; the filling of an empty void.

     2. Nightmare: a terrifying dream in which the dreamer experiences feelings of helplessness, anxiety, and sorrow; dreamer can experience a ‘nightmare’ outside of own mind as well.

     3. Decomposition: the process of decay of a body that was once inhabited.

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      Fear was an understatement.  You could sense it within yourself, Bucky, and the rest of the team. At five in the morning, you woke Bucky up so he could get ready.  You two shared minimal syllables, the morning still dark and naturally peaceful. You slipped on your combat suit, minus the collar, and wrapped it around your arm instead. 

    You could feel it eating away in your chest, the nerves multiplying and stinging. Whether it was because you hadn’t stepped foot in Paris since the incident, or because the team was as nervous as you were, you simply held back your worries.  You couldn’t quite place it- the morning resonated in your mind, the feeling resembling that of a child waking up at four in the morning and sleepily picking up their suitcase and following their parents to the car.  On early mornings in which a family had to catch a plane, no one was really themselves. They keep quiet, they ask if you forgot anything, and they don’t fully wake up until coffee.  This team was your family now and you had a plane to catch.

    You could hear Bucky shuffling around in his room, doors opening and closing. The sounds calmed you, allowing you to carefully stick the knives in multiple pockets with shaking hands.  The dim light illuminating the room began to fade as the first light from the sun snuck through your curtains.  Grabbing your duffel bag from the corner of the room, you took one last glance at your temporary bedroom you had grown accustomed to. There was high possibility you wouldn’t return or that you wouldn’t return under the same circumstances.  You were leaving everything and nothing behind, the thought bouncing off the padded confines of your head until you silenced them.  Sighing softly, you closed the door behind you and waited for Bucky to exit his room.  Dressed in his original Winter Soldier gear, Bucky smiled sheepishly at you and took your hand in his.

     Besides small questions of ‘You have everything?',  ‘Did you get enough sleep?', and ‘You ready?', the team loaded up the quinjet.  Peter was the last to get on.  He stood with Aunt May and failed each time he tried to escape her hugs.  May kissed his forehead and whispered something along the terms of ‘come back to me.' Once all seated and strapped in, Tony and Clint started the jet and prepared for take-off.  You were overcome with the second set of emotions a child traveling with family experiences.  A sudden peaceful sensation crept over your body, the feeling of being in the clouds becoming therapeutic. You sunk lower in your seat, resting your head in the crook of Bucky’s neck.

     Natasha mirrored your actions, resting her head on Steve’s shoulder.  Natasha watched as Steve’s thumb rubbed her knuckles, his low breaths trying to match hers.  Vision sat quietly, his legs crossed and his eyes watching the floor. Wanda struggled to keep her chuckles to herself as Thor’s entire body was dropping into her lap, sleep deprivation consuming him. She didn’t remove him, though for the sole reason he would most likely work harder than most of them there.  

     For the first time in a long time, Peter didn’t move a muscle.  The internal battle he was fighting wasn’t invisible to the others, causing Sam to lean over pull him closer.  Sam rubbed soothing circles along Peter’s back, whispering to him that he was ready and he was going to kick so much ass.  Peter let a small smile slip, his nerves still existent but not as strong as before Sam’s little pep talk.

     After an hour, Tony decided it was time to break the silence and explain the next week to the team.  He told Clint to put the jet on auto-pilot.

     “Hey, team!" Tony was tip-toeing around, his voice showcasing the nerves he was hiding.

     “You were all given a hotel room.  Clint, you’re sharing with Steve.  Natasha and Wanda, Vision and Thor, Sam and Peter, Bucky and Y/N.  I will be rooming by myself," Tony instructed, waiting for everyone to nod or verbally agree before he continued.

     “All eyes will be on Natasha, Bucky, and Y/N.  According to the recording, you are the ones most at risk." Before he could explain himself, Natasha scoffed.

     “I’m positive I can take down a couple of HYDRA agents with one arm tied behind my back.” She smirked at Tony, who responded with a low chuckle.

     “I’m sure you can, Nat. But we have reason to believe they’re using Bucky as a front to get to you."

     Everyone had a puzzled expression.

     “That file we stole, the one they wanted us to find- Bruce and I believe they’re finished with the original Winter Soldier and are looking for a new one."

     Natasha raised her head from Steve’s shoulder, furrowing her eyebrows and failing to produce proper sentences.  

     “What are you saying?" you asked for her, Tony’s attention snapping toward you.

      “They wanted her all along.  The file mentioned how ‘fresh female face’ was going to make her assassination debut. Complicated skill set, rough history- all that good stuff,” Tony stated, taking a seat beside Clint. 

     "Then why ask for Bucky all this time?" Natasha finally spoke.  

     “For almost two years we have protected him.  We will always protect him.  Wherever he goes, we go. Get the picture? That time they smashed through Y/N’s classroom? They planned on killing her and taking you with them."

     “And so, they know we’re all coming, right?" Peter mumbled, startling everyone. All eyes turned to him, his innocence illustrated in the brown of his eyes.

     “They know. Y/N’s room wasn’t the only that was bugged."

     You shut your eyes, your face fell, and you hung your head low.  How could this happen?  Why did Mark have to make that stupid deal? He gave them the upper hand!

     “I’m sorry,” you whispered.  Bucky pulled you in closer, his warmth only somewhat relaxing you.  “You wouldn’t even be going on this stupid mission if it wasn’t for me and my broken family.”

     Tony wanted to respond.  He wasn’t sure if a joke or an actual sincere comment would do the trick so he broke character and said nothing at all.  No one said anything.  What you said wasn’t entirely false, and no one knew how to reassure you that it wasn’t the case.  Even Bucky had trouble coming up with something to say. 

     They were going to put their lives in danger once again because HYDRA asked for you and Natasha.  In your mind, you tricked yourself into believing they wanted to help the both of you.  At this moment, however, you finally knew what you needed to fully comprehend. 

     Your sister was dead and it was your mission to make sure they didn’t kill Natasha as well. 

_________

     After settling into your hotel room, you quickly mapped out the areas in Paris where HYDRA was most likely to be hiding at.  You handed Tony your information and then relaxed for the rest of the day. 

     It was around eight o’clock at night when Sam knocked on everyone’s door to inform them of a party you had to attend.  Rolling your eyes, you debated whether you should go or not.  After Bucky told you these things were always mandatory, you took his word for it.

     “You have to make it up to me,” you said, clipping on your bracelet and retouching your make-up one last time.  

     Bucky wrapped his arms around your waist, his senses overpowered by your sweet perfume.  He dipped his head to the back of your neck, peppering kisses along your spine.  You sighed, lowering your arms and giving up trying to put on the necklace.  

     “Nope,” Bucky mumbled against your skin, reaching around and grabbing your hands and the necklace.  He stalled his lips to put your necklace on, his fingers ghosting over you and producing goosebumps.  Thoughts about the day faded as quickly as they burdened you. 

     Bucky continued his personal mission down your bare back, the long, black dress hooking over the curve of your hip and your bottom.  Bucky bent his knees, kissing each vertebra, moving along your thoracic with great speed until he reached your lumbar.  There, he reached up and tugged the silk from your shoulders, watching as the dress pooled around your ankles.  

     The cool air caused you to shiver and you turned around to face Bucky, his hands still placed firmly on your hips.  

     “How much time do we have?”

     “Enough to show you how much you mean to me,” Bucky smirked, pecking your lips once.  You stared at him and watched as the light blue of his eyes grew a shade darker.  

     “I bet that’s a lot.”  You pulled him in for a much deeper kiss, running your palms along his clean-shaven face, the feeling still odd but marvelous. Bucky pulled you by your hips, guiding you towards the bed.  With your lips still locked in a passionate kiss, you tugged his dress pants off and unbuttoned his shirt.  You left your heels on, but Bucky kicked his shoes off.

     “You have no idea,” Bucky said, kissing your collarbones and continuing his path to your chest.  He peppered kisses along your stomach and then your hips, stopping right above the place you needed him most.  You bucked your hips upwards. 

     “Bucky, please,” you begged, scrunching your eyes tightly.  Bucky chuckled, swiping his tongue gently through your folds.  The action caused a loud moan to escape, the sound ultimately sending the same pleasure through Bucky.  He ate you out with such delight, slurping and praising you through it all.  You were a quivering mess, your hands tugged at his hair and pulled harder as each intense second passed.  

     Bucky held you down with his hands, dipping his tongue deeper when he knew you were close.  He closed his eyes, sinking into your whimpers, taste, and movements.  He rutted his hips into the mattress trying to find some sort of relief for himself.  His small moans vibrated within you, snapping any form of self-control you had left.  You released with a low cry.  You didn’t let Bucky stay down there any longer, instead dragging him upward by the hair and placing his wet lips against yours.  

     Bucky groaned and slipped his boxers off, glancing at the clock once before he determined you guys had a good ten minutes before you were definitely needed downstairs.  

      He slid inside of you, the feeling of your tight walls crushing him and sending him to heaven.  He would never get used to it and you wouldn’t either.  All you two knew was that neither was getting bored or tired of anything and each time you indulged in this guilty pleasure it would amount to so much more in the long-run.  

     Bucky pushed forward, diving into you slowly and deeply.  He was not going to ‘fuck’ you tonight.  There was plenty of time to feel every kind of high with you but tonight, he was going to experience something he hadn’t felt in a long time.  

     He held you close his body, arching your back into his stomach as he went deeper.  You continued to kiss lazily, enjoying the ecstasy that was growing bigger by the second.  

     Low groans and whimpers were heard throughout the room but it seemed only the two of you could hear each other.  Each moan Bucky allowed to escape his chest was swallowed by your own.  Noses brushed, hips met, and lips never departed.

     You were close, a whole new feeling of euphoria about to wash over you.  The feeling was so intense it brought tears to your eyes and caused your bottom lip to tremble.  The same thing was happening to Bucky but instead of tears, he could literally feel his heart punching through his chest, begging to be held.  

     Bucky was so tempted to say ‘I love you’, but he was scared he would ruin the moment.  With one last delightful snap of his hips, the two of you reached your high at the same time.  Your back arched and Bucky kissed you to cover your cries.  

     When you both came down, a tear slipped from your eyes on accident.  The droplet alarmed Bucky but he kissed it away and over your cheek.  You grabbed his face and stared at him, bringing him in for one last kiss before you put your heart on the line.  

     “I love you.”  Your words could only be heard by him, the volume of your voice both timid and frightened.  If he didn’t love you back, you didn’t know what you would do.  Kill thousands, wallow in self-pity, or simply move forward.  

     None of those were options, however; the crinkling of eyes and pure disbelief written over his face gave you the answer you were so desperate to hear. 

     “I love you!” Bucky rolled the two of you over, snuggling and pressing you into his chest.  His happy laughs echoed louder than any moan, the sound filling your heart with so much joy and pleasure. 

     “So much,” Bucky said, pulling you in for one passionate kiss before he scattered millions of kisses over your face.  You couldn’t contain your laughter either, the void in your heart filling up completely and overflowing.  

     A sense of companionship, fellowship, and the filling of an empty void.

________

      “Is Tony serious?” you groaned, taking a long sip of champagne.  You were standing with Steve, Bucky, and Natasha and you were all witnessing Tony throw his glass of scotch down his throat and woo an undercover HYDRA agent. 

     “He’s going to get us all caught,” Natasha chuckled, biting into her cheese and crackers.  

     “Metal arm, Captain America, and a red head who pissed off the government more times than she can count,” Steve stated, his eyes never leaving Tony.  “I’m positive they know who we are.  This party was to let them know we’re here and ready to take them down.”

     “I don’t feel like fighting in this dress,” Natasha said, taking a champagne glass from one of the waiters and thanking them.  

     “Join the club,” you chuckled, finishing off your glass and grabbing another.  Your arm was hooked through Bucky’s metal arm, the plates shifting every so often and giving you a sense of calmness.  

     “Tony’s going to make a scene and let the whole world know we’re here,” Bucky mentioned.  You nodded, still thinking that the whole plan was stupid.  A surprise attack would have worked better but you were only a follower.  Tony was your boss and so whatever he wanted, went. 

      “He’s going to piss off Pepper, not HYDRA,” Steve grumbled, also downing the last of his champagne.  He was actually surprised no one had picked a fight yet or set off a bomb.  Steve tried to piece together what HYDRA’s whole plan was in his mind, none of the scenarios seeming plausible.  

     “I needed a beer,” a new voice sounded, and you turned to see Sam walking toward you.  You gave him a confused and worried yet.

     “I thought you were babysitting,” you told Sam.  He rolled his eyes but chuckled. 

     “Like I said, I needed a beer.”

     You turned your attention back to Tony, who was currently throwing one hundred-dollar bills to the man who was the supposed date of the woman he was chatting up.  You shook your head, wondering how no one just shot him dead.  

_______

     Peter groaned for the hundredth time as he tried to smooth down the dollar bill for the vending machine.  In his last attempt, the dollar bill was accepted and a bag of chips fell.  Peter cheered, sticking his hand in and grabbing his long-awaited prize.  

     Rounding the corner, he thought Sam had returned with that beer but he ran into a someone else. 

     “Oh, I’m sorry!” Peter apologized, reaching out for the woman to keep her from falling.  She smiled but didn’t say anything, walking passed him to the end of the hallway.  Peter didn’t think much of it and kept on walking.

     The sound of boots marching toward him again made him whip around, blocking the punch the woman threw.  

    “Woah, hey!” Peter dropped his chips and caught all of her punches.  He tried to catch a glimpse of her face again, but the rapid thrusts of her body didn’t let him.  

     Peter was thrown against the wall and mildly electrocuted, his vision going spotty for a second.  As he went blind, he missed a few of her punches.  After every hit, he was certain of two things. One- he should of brought his web shooters with him for his little trip to the vending machine and two- he was absolutely positive one of her arms was made of metal.  

     With the last ounce of strength he had and the last clear spot of vision he could see from, he pushed her towards the opposite wall and tried to escape one last time.  He failed.  

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Tierra, Part 3: Peter Parker

requested: by anonymous

pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

word count: 3.3k

warnings: distance (a lil bit???)

summary: Peter struggles to balance the three most important things in his life: being a student, being a hero, but most importantly, being a boyfriend.

a/n: sorry for the delay!! i finally had wifi in the hotel tonight to post. i’m not sure that i’ll be able to post more this week, but we’ll see what i can do!! for now, enjoy!

Read Part 1 Here | Read Part 2 Here

“Mr. Parker, are you still with us?”

Peter's head snapped up from behind his laptop, his eyes reflecting their confusion from his mind being removed from its former project. He had originally been watching videos of Spider-Man, dreaming wistfully of the times when he wasn’t stuck in a classroom, but then he began to think of you, and all of the amazing things you had accomplished with the Avengers that saved the world and protected humanity from danger. He admired your work more than anyone else’s on the team.

“Sorry,” He mumbled, closing his laptop and looking up at the problem on the board. He could clearly tell it was trigonometry, calculating the problem quickly in his head to prepare to answer.

“Do you wanna tell us what the answer to 23 is?” The teacher asked, her arms crossed over her chest. She was clearly annoyed with how little attention Peter devoted to her work in the classroom. Peter answered correctly, annoying her further, but she left him alone for the rest of class. Meanwhile, Peter’s mind was anywhere but the classroom, still thinking about you, the Avengers, and being Spider-Man.

The second the bell rang, Peter was jumping out of his seat to get outside. He had plans that day - to be Spider-Man, that is - and he wouldn’t let anything stand in the way of what he saw as his escape from the boring life he lived on the side. He knew retaining his identity was imperative for his own safety and sanity, but he also knew that being Spider-Man full time would have intense consequences in every aspect of his life.

He ran immediately towards Delmar’s, ready for yet another one of the best sandwiches in Queens. After, he headed for an alley, stripping before putting on his suit and webbing his backpack to a dumpster before jumping off, ready to fight crime in NY.

“When are you gonna join me?” Peter asked, “I bet all the work I've been doing would be more fun if I had someone like you by my side.”

“Peter, you know I have to keep a low profile,” You sighed, writing the answer to a calculus problem on a notepad, “Tony would kill me if I did what you do.”

“But you’d be so much better at it!” Peter exclaimed, “I mean, I can just see you grabbing some robber with your vines and just growing a tree around him or something.”

You laughed at Peter’s wild imagination. “I think the people of New York would hate all the potholes I would create.”

“New York would never look greener,” Peter smiled, admiring the gift that you were born with. Meanwhile, you looked around your room at all of the plants growing around you, feeling their energy.

“You’re sweet, Peter,” You spoke, reading the next question in your textbook.

“I’m serious,” Peter replied, “I miss you.”

Your heart sank. You and Peter knew you only had a limited amount of time until moving day, meaning you would be traveling upstate to live at the new Avengers’ facility while Peter would remain living his double life in Queens. Even if it was only a few hours distance, it was enough to make your heart ache. The last few months with him had been everything, even if you mostly talked on the phone due to Tony’s rigorous schedule for you and Peter’s work as Spider-Man. “I miss you too, Peter.”

You heard him sigh. “I wish you didn’t have to leave.”

“Me neither,” You sighed as well, “But I’ve gotta.” You paused, trying to think of something else to say. “Maybe you can stay with us over the summer. You could tell Aunt May it’s another one of those retreats for the internship.”

You could almost feel Peter smile at the idea of three months dedicated to spending time with you. “That would be awesome!”

“I’ll talk to Tony about it,” You smiled, “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. There’s so much room up there anyway.”

“I bet it looks cool out there,” Peter said, “Aunt May and I went camping upstate once. Lots of trees. And grass.” He paused. “Sounds perfect for you.”

“Part of me feels like Tony’s moving me out there because he feels bad for the cleanup crew.”

Peter laughed, making your heart melt. His laugh was like the sun after a torrential rainstorm, bringing your mood up no matter how you were feeling before. “Hey, I have an important question to ask you.”

“What’s that?” You answered, curious.

“You know what homecoming is, right?” He asked. You could picture him on the fire escape, his legs swinging while his free hand held his sandwich.

“Of course,” You replied, your heart racing with excitement. One of the downfalls of being homeschooled by a billionaire was the lack of classmates and school dances, two things you always wanted to experience.

“You- you wanna go with me?” Peter asked, “I know it’s the same night as moving day, so if you can’t go that’s-“

“I would love to,” You interrupted, “That sounds like a dream.” Your mind was already wandering to your potential outfit for the night, something that would make you look classy and elegant while retaining your personality.

“That- that's great!” Peter exclaimed, likely jumping up in excitement and happiness. It was a reason for the two of you to see each other in person, an event that neither of you could stray from. “I gotta go. Someone’s trying to steal a car.”

“Go,” You replied, “Queens needs its friendly, neighborhood Spider-Man.” When you hung up, you missed Peter even more. It wasn’t fair that you had to be separated from him. Life continued to find ways to keep you apart, and even though your feelings for each other were strong, you feared something could potentially come between you two.

You shook your head, trying to forget these thoughts that constantly plagued your mind, hoping that calculus could take your mind off of the potential split between you and your boyfriend.

“Homecoming, hm?” Tony asked, sitting across from you at the dining room table with Pepper to his right, “Isn’t he supposed to do the, y’know, big ask?”

“It’s kinda hard when neither of us see each other,” You replied, “I’m perfectly happy with him asking me over the phone.”

“Maybe if someone didn’t overwork his genius-assistant, you could see him,” Pepper added, staring at Tony through the corner of her eye. She almost always believed that, because you were still young, deserved to have more of a life outside of the Tower, but Tony tended to fear the world outside, not because of criminals and enemies but because of the press, heartbreak, and the reality of the fact that he couldn’t protect you from everything. Even though he tried not to act like it, Tony definitely saw you as his child, regardless of blood and legal titles. Because of this terrifying world beyond, Tony kept you busy with lessons, research, and other tasks that Pepper saw as unnecessary.

“I never said (Y/N) couldn’t see Peter,” Tony spoke, “But we have other things that are more important." He took a bite of food before continuing. “When is this, anyway?”

“That's the thing,” You spoke, “It’s on moving day.”

“That’ll be tricky,” Tony nodded, “I bet we can make it work. You can go enjoy yourself at his school, and then I’ll make sure there’s a car waiting for you at the end of the night to take you up to the facility.”

“Really?” You smiled, “We can do that?”

“Sure,” Tony nodded, “I’m not that bad of a legal guardian, am I?”

“(Y/N), Mr. Parker is in the lobby waiting for you,” The Tower spoke, signaling to you that this was the big moment. You admired your look in the mirror one last time, thinking back to all the time and energy you had put into it, before heading off towards the elevator. Your room was completely packed up, meaning the next time you would see everything would be in your new room in the Avengers’ facility. This was not only the beginning of the best night of your life, but the end of an era in the Tower. You climbed into the elevator, touching the walls in admiration and nostalgia as your rode it all the way down.

When the doors open, you watched as Peter’s head turned in your direction. His face immediately radiated with a smile, making your heart melt. You took a few steps towards him, a smile breaking out across your face as well, your eyes locking with his for a second before you looked down at the floor.

“You look… wow,” Peter spoke, taking your hand. In this moment, you felt your heart rate increase rapidly, similar to how you reacted back when the two of you first began dating. It was something about the night, likely the formal outfits and the anticipation of something new, that made you feel exhilarated.

After Pepper demanded photos, you and Peter were off in a private car, courtesy of Tony. You arrive in style, everyone staring at you and Peter as he climbed out of the car and ran around the corner to get the door for you. You could hear and see people whispering, and when you focused on their voices, you realized they were in awe of you.

“How did Peter get someone like that?”

“Do you think he paid his date? No way he could snag someone like that to go with him.”

Peter held out his arm for you, your eyes meeting with a smile as you wrapped your hand around his forearm, the two of you heading up the stairs to the dance.

“Penis Parker!”

You and Peter both turned around, only to see a boy about your age walking up the steps with his date, a tall blonde who looked uninterested in him. His skin was darker, with curly hair tamed by hair gel and time. You felt Peter’s anxiety increase, signaling to you that this was none other than Flash Thompson, his tormentor and occasional enemy.

“Who’s your date?” Flash asked. He turned to you, staring at your body up and down before continuing. “Did he pay you well?” You scowled. “I'm surprised you don’t recognize me,” You pretended to laugh, “I'm only the highest paid assistant in all of the U.S. Hell, probably the world.” You stared at him, immediately feeling his body tense from inches away. It was clear he wasn’t used to people fighting back. “Did that jog your memory?”

“I’ve seen you in that magazine!” His date exclaimed, “You’re (Y/N), Tony Stark’s assistant! You only have, like, the coolest job in the world.”

“Thank you,” You smiled, “Peter and I met through the Stark internship, in case you were wondering. I’m the one who helped train him.” Flash was clearly speechless, and so was Peter. He had never seen you around his classmates before, let alone see you intimidate someone just by talking about your fake job with Mr. Stark. He had also never seen Flash intimidated by anyone before, leaving him amazed by the person he was dating once again. “Should we head inside?”

Peter nodded, the two of your turning around and heading through the glass doors and into the party. “Thank you,” Peter whispered.

“I could tell you were anxious,” You whispered back, “I thought I would try and give him a taste of his own medicine.” Peter turned and smiled at you, but he was then distracted by a group of kids standing in a circle towards the middle of the room. “Oh, I gotta introduce you to my friends!” Peter pulled you over to the group, the smile on his face brighter than you had ever seen it. He introduced you to everyone, saving his best friend Ned for last. You found Ned the most endearing, his incredible smile and endless river of happiness infectious. Later in the night, when you and Ned found some time alone together, he told you all about how he was a fan of your work as Tierra, and mentioning how he was occasionally Peter’s “Guy in the Chair.”

When the night was still young, you noticed Peter disappear and come back minutes later with a look of terror that was more intense than you had ever seen it.

“Are you okay?” You asked, lightly grabbing his arm for comfort. He was looking around the dance as if he was looking for someone, his body clearly having a moment of sensory overload. “Peter.”

“I gotta go,” He whispered, “It’s important.”

“Peter-“

“I’m so sorry,” He whispered, pulling away, “I'm so, so sorry.” The sadness in his eyes said it all - He was about to go off as Spider-Man in his homemade suit (due to the fact that Tony took his updated suit away when he was irresponsible with it), and he knew that he likely wouldn’t see you again until Tony approved him to come to the facility upstate.

“Peter, tell me what’s going on,” You begged, “I can help-“

“I don't want you to get hurt,” Peter sighed, “I’m sorry.” With that, he ran towards the exit, his eyes looking back at you once more before he disappeared. You stood there, your heart dropping to your stomach as your hands shook, tears welling in your eyes. You followed him out to the hallway, but by the time you got there, he was gone.

It had taken you some time to calm down and track Peter before you, too, ran off. You were sneaky enough to hide your suit in your clutch, sliding into it while removing your fancy outfit in the bathroom. You hated public bathrooms - especially school bathrooms, you began to realize - but this was more important than your comfort.

Once dressed, you ran outside, dialing Ned’s number - the one you had gotten from him at the beginning of the night after excitedly talking about Star Wars - as you headed towards the city.

“Hello?” He answered, “(Y/N)?”

“Where’s Peter?” You demanded, “He’s about to do something stupid and-“

“He’s tracking down the Vulture,” Ned confessed immediately, “I'm scared he’s not safe.”

“I’ll go find him,” You promised, “Did he mention anything else?”

“He talked about how it's moving day,” Ned replied, “And that the Vulture’s probably going to steal from the plane.”

You nodded. Every piece fit. “Thanks, Ned. You're the best guy in the chair.”

When you saw the plane crash on Coney Island, you began to panic. You could only get across the city so fast, and you were terrified that Peter was dying there, alone and scared. He was a hero, that was true, but he was also a kid, meaning he was probably wishing he wasn’t alone as he faced death.

When you reached the beach, the first thing you felt was the heat from the flames that licked around the plane. You then saw the Vulture’s wings attempting to get him off the ground, but it was clear they were malfunctioning. You scanned the beach for Peter, finding his body lying in the sand, limp and barely holding on to life. You took care of the Vulture easily, yanking his wings down with vines while pushing him up against a few boxes, tying him up with thick branches. It was almost thoughts in the back of your mind, as your main concern was your unconscious boyfriend.

“PETER!” You screamed, running down the beach. When you reached him, his breathing was shallow, his eyes closed, and blood covering his forehead. You whispered his name repeatedly as your hands shook, your palms on his cheeks. You took a breath, immediately focusing on increasing his chances of survival. You focused on healing him, your life feeding into his, draining you little by little until Peter took a large breath and his eyes snapped open.

“(Y/N)?” He mumbled, confused but conscious.

“It’s me,” You nodded, "I'm here, Peter.” Peter smiled, his hand wrapping around yours affectionately. You kissed his forehead, wiping away the sweat, blood, and dirt while his hair stuck up from the sweat. “Let’s get you out of here,” You spoke, helping him up to his feet before walking with him towards the amusements.

The night was gorgeous, with the stars glittering over the city. When you were far enough away from the light pollution of New York City, the stars were visible, twinkling in a way that seemed to wave to you from their locations far, far away from Earth.

You and Peter sat on the edge of a building, watching the beach. Happy and several agents stood around, taking the Vulture into custody while trying to find what pieces from the plane could be salvaged, and while trying to kill the flames that still lingered on the beach. Peter’s hand was wrapped around yours, your head resting on his shoulder while the two of you watched the events on the beach.

“I love you,” Peter spoke, his eyes trained on the beach. He looked over at you, watching the initial shock run over you before you smiled.

“I love you too,” You smiled, planting a kiss on his lips gently. The one kiss turned into several more, Peter’s fingers running through your hair carefully.

The ringing on your phone caught your attention.

“Hello?” You answered, pulling away from Peter.

“Where the hell are you?” Tony asked, “I’ve been sitting here for an hour - an hour - waiting for you to walk outside. The dance ended.”

“We - we’re not there,” You confessed.

“Please don’t tell me you-“

“We didn’t do anything like that.”

“You didn’t go off and take down a villain who’s been plaguing New York City?”

You paused, your cheeks turning red. “I thought you were talking about sex.”

“I sure as hell hope you’re not doing that either. Where the hell are you two delinquents?”

“Coney Island,” You replied.

“I’ll be there soon. Be ready to go.”

“I only have my suit on.”

Tony sighed. “I’ve got a change of clothes in here for you. And don't tell Pepper you left your clothes for the dance at the school, she’ll kill you.”

“You got it,” You smiled, “I’ll see you later.”

It had been a few days since moving up to the Avengers’ facility, and aside from the fact that you missed Peter immensely, it was quite amazing. The amount of training you were able to do outside was incredible, the feeling of that much life surrounding you and your senses with inspiration. That was only the beginning, as every other activity you could conduct outside, you did - reading, homework, and even napping.

"The mail came in today,” Tony spoke, tossing you a stack of letters and a magazine before heading back inside. You quickly looked through the letters - mostly college recruitment advertising - but the magazine is what caught your eye.

On the front cover of a gossip magazine sat you and Peter - technically, it was Tierra and Spider-Man - sitting on the top of a building, holding hands. The caption said it all: “BUDDING ROMANCE BETWEEN NEW YORK’S GREATEST HEROES?”

You quickly pulled out your phone, sending Peter a text.

Did you see we're on the cover of a gossip magazine?

Almost immediately, Peter responded.

Did you read the article? We’re being called Tierra-Man.

I can’t tell if I like it or hate it, You joked, I don’t think Tony’s too happy about this getting leaked, though.

I’m sure he can’t be that mad, Peter replied, Turn around.

You turned your head, only to see Peter standing in the window, waving. You dropped the pile of mail on the ground - something you would regret later when the wind picked up and scattered your letters everywhere - to run to him, throwing the door open before running into his embrace. Peter was laughing as you did, his arms tightening around you affectionately before he kissed your forehead. Little did you know this was the moment Spider-Man would receive his upgrade again, but he wouldn’t be staying with you all permanently for a couple more months.

For now, though, just having Peter to laugh and hug you was enough.

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I’m Sorry

Chapter 2

<Chapter 1...

"What? Y-You like me?" Mark's eyes widened as he realized what he had just confessed but instead of trying to take back his words, he repeated himself.

"Yes, I like you..."

"Ha! I like you too! I mean come on we've been friends for years s-"

"No, gosh I swear! Why are you so clueless sometimes?! I like you...I-I think I might even love you"

          "Oh..." Jackson was so shocked and confused that, for once, he did not have anything to say. There was an awkward silence that engulfed the room and Mark began to fidget with his fingers. He started to regret what he had said and he wished that he could just run away to find his best friend, Jinyoung. "D-Do you think you could say something?" Mark asked as he shyly scratched the back of his neck. "O-O-Oh! Uh y-yeah u-um?! " The usually talkative man was completely terrified that he would say the wrong thing, but, he knew that he needed to be clear with what he was about to say. "M-Mark? I do like you...but not in the way you like me. I-I never really thought of you in that way before so...so I can't accept your feelings, I'm really sorry." Jackson avoided Mark's eyes knowing how much he must have hurt him and it would break his heart to see him cry.

           "I kind of figured you wouldn't like me back. It's fine...I'm fine; let's just forget I said anything, ok? I'll see you later, I want to go and study at the library since I have a test in two days," the disappointment was evident in his voice as he walked to the front door. Mark's back was turned to Jackson as he slipped on his shoes and before he walked out of the door a quiet whimper of sadness left his lips and a tear fell from his eye.

           Mark was walking with heavy footsteps to the library when he suddenly felt something wet drop on his head. He looked up to the sky seeing billions of rain drops starting to fall but he refused to move from where he was standing. Everyone around him began running to find shelter while he let the water soak his jeans and leather jacket. His eyes closed as he thought about how he might have ruined his friendship with Jackson, causing his to cry even more. "Mark?" A familiar voice called out to him and he opened his eyes to see Jinyoung standing in front of him--holding an umbrella over their heads.

"Mark, what are you doing?! You're going to get sick!"

"I-I made a mistake, Jinyoung...I-I don't know what to do..."

"What do you mean? What happened to you?"

"I-I confessed to Jackso-" his voice cracked due to his sobbing and Jinyoung patted his shoulder with his free hand. "Come on...let's go to my parent's house, it's near here and they aren't home since they went to go visit my aunt in Busan for a week so we can talk in private, ok?" Mark just nodded and they began to walk in silence.

           Once they arrived, Jinyoung turned to see Mark drenched from head to toe and his eyes were bloodshot. "Go take a shower. I'll get you some of my clothes to change into and a towel too." The poor L.A. boy walked into the bathroom looking at how horrible his appearance was before turning the nozzle and stepping in. His bath took about 5 minutes and when he slide the glass door opened, he saw a t-shirt, a pair of basketball shorts, and a white towel neatly folded on the counter--Mark enjoyed the warm water so much that he did not hear Jinyoung come in to drop them off. Not wasting anytime, he quickly got changed and headed out to look for his friend. This was not his first time in Jr's home; it was not the fanciest place, just a simple one story house with 4 bedrooms and one bath, but it was comfortable. In the living room, the boy with a wrinkly eyes smile was sitting on the couch with two cups of hot cocoa in hands. Mark thanked him for the drink as he sat down; Jinyoung urged him to begin his story, but, as he did, the tears returned and his wounds reopened.

            Back at the dorm, Jackson was pacing around his room not knowing what to do--or more like not knowing how to feel. He tried to distract himself by watching T.V, organizing his snapbacks, and eating junk food but nothing worked. His mind kept replaying Mark's confession over and over again until he caused his headache to grow even more painful; giving up, he threw himself on top of his bed and just stared at the ceiling. The image of Mark smiling and laughing appeared, causing Jackson to groan in annoyance. 'Do I like him? He is...attractive? I mean he's annoying sometimes and his shyness can be bothersome, but, when he tries to hide his grin when I tell him cheesy jokes and he just ends up giggling to death! Oh! And when he gets mad at me when I try to take some of his food, he'll make a little pout....gosh he's cute. I just want to pinch his cheeks and kis-' his eyes widened at what he thought about. Jackson shot up out of bed and put his hand to his heart, feeling it race at an alarming rate; he stood to his feet and looked in the mirror to see that his face was like a tomato. "I like him...I lik-...No, I love him!" At this sudden realization, Jackson grabbed his phone and began calling Mark but, sadly, he left it on his bed. He remembered him saying that he was going to go to the library so, he ran out the door to search for him there.

            As Mark finished his story, Jinyoung got a text from Yugyeom asking him where he was. He quickly replied, 'I can't go back to the studio right now. Something happened to Mark, so we're talking it at my parents house.' The maknae became worried but decided to leave it up to his hyung to fix whatever had happened. Jr silenced his phone and placed it on the coffee table and turned back to his brokenhearted friend to pull him into warm embrace. Mark bawled his eyes out, letting all his frustration out; not knowing what else to do, Jinyoung tightened his grip on him, feeling his heart clench in his chest.

"I can't stand to see you like this, Mark. He doesn't deserve your love anyway...Just forget about him"

"B-But I only love him!"

"Do you really?! Do you really only love him?!"

            "Ye-" Jinyoung pushed Mark onto his back and hovered over him before he could finish answering. He leaned down so that his lips were nearly touching his before saying, "What about me? Why can't you love me like I love you?" Jr closed the gap between them and at first Mark was hesitant but soon melted into the kiss. It soon became heated and Mark began tugging on Jinyoung's dark brown hair, causing him to grunt in satisfaction. "J-Jinyoung...please" Jr smirked while slowly pushing his hands underneath Mark's shirt.

            When Jackson arrived at the library, there was no sight of his roommate. He ran through isles, checked near the computers, and even looked in the bathroom but he was nowhere to be found. Becoming worried, he began to call his friends to see if they had seen Mark. Everyone--except for Jr--had answered their phones and said that they had not seen him since they left the house that afternoon. There was only one person that Jackson did not call yet, Yugyeom, and he was praying that he knew where Mark could possibly be.

"Hey, Jackson! What's up?"

"Have you seen Mark? He said that he was going to go to the library but he's not here! Do you know where he is?"

"Hm? Oh yeah! He's with Jinyoung at his parents house"

"Shouldn't Jr be at practice with you though?"

"Well, he went to go get some snacks for us to eat while we wait for our instructor but after an hour passed and he still hadn't come back, I texted him asking him where he was and told me that something happened to Mark and that they were going talk about it"

"Ok, thank you!" He hung up and sprinted to where they were.-

             "J-Jr" Mark moaned as he felt his warm hands make contact with his lower abs. Jinyoung got off his best friend and began to remove his pants and shirt while Mark did the same. After they were finished, they stared into each others eyes with both lust and passion before kissing once again.

"Mark, are you sure you want this? What about Jackson?"

"I-I'm sorry, I do love him but" he touched Jinyoung's cheek and said, "I'm willing to try...I know it'll be a long time for me to get over him, heck I may never will, but, when you confessed to me I-I for some reason felt really happy and I wanted to hear you say that you loved me again and again"

             "I'll say it as many times as you'd like me to" Jinyoung held Mark's face between his hands and peppered his face with kisses while saying, "I love you, I love you, I love you! I am truly in love with you, Mark and I'll do everything in my power for you to only think of me" after the last word was said, the tiny pecks turned into a passionate kiss, they smiled at each other after they pulled away before laying down on the couch once again. As they were about to continue, the doorbell rang. Thinking that the person would go away, they started to make out once again; their hands roamed each others' bodies as if they were searching for something that they had lost. Even so, the bothersome noise of the doorbell frantically being pressed was killing the mood. Both of them got up to answer the door, arms still wrapped around each other and lips never breaking a part--they thought that it was just a stranger or may be even one of the neighbors. As Jinyoung pulled the door opened, he was stunned to see Jackson hunched over trying to catch his breathe.

             "Finally! Geez! Do you know how many times I've pres-" when he looked up, Mark's arms were wrapped around Jinyoung's neck while Jinyoung, himself, had eye's wider than a deer that was about to get hit by a car. Wondering why it was so silent, Mark turned around, only to make the same expression as his loved one. Jackson was extremely shocked and he froze for a few seconds before angrily asking, "What are you two doing?!" Mark was going to answer him with the most common thing anybody would say in a situation like this (It's not what it looks like!), but Jinyoung responded before he could. "It's exactly what you think, Mark and I are a couple now." Jackson was fuming and stormed into the house while slamming the door shut, leaving the other two to follow behind him.

"What are you talking about?! Mark didn't you just say that you loved me like a few hours ago?!"

"I-I-I k-kno-"

"He did but then you dumped him. It was pretty clear that you had absolutely no interest in him, so I thought that it was a perfect time to confess"

"No, no, no! I won't let you take him!"

"Why do you care?! You don't even love hi-"

              "YES I DO!!" Mark's eyes widened at his sudden outburst and Jackson stepped forward, taking his hands in his while staring into his eyes lovingly, "I love you...I always have, but, I've been to dense and dumb to notice my feelings for you" A tear rolled down his cheek at the thought of Jr taking him away forever; Mark saw his desperation for wanting to be with him and whipped the salty droplet away with his thumb, "Jackson, please don't cry."

"Then choose me Mark! Please don't date Jinyoung and be mine!"

"Stop this, Jackson! You're going to make him confused! He already chose me so just leave! You've caused him too much pain already!"

"I can change! Stop forcing to stay with yo-"

              "Both of you stop! Just stop!" Mark yelled and the room fell silent. His mind was confused and his heart was completely torn between the two people in front of him. Should he stay with Jr, who was always there for him through thick or thin and is also someone that he was just about to do 'that' with? Or should he date Jackson, who can be a pain in the butt at times but is still loyal to him and will always try to make him happy, even though he does make mistakes at times?

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Who should he choose?