#Teresa parker

[dailybigbro]

Today’s Big Bro (figure) is Spider-Man from Marvel Comics! He loves his little siblings!!(?)

[orangeispice]

Dick: Oldest brother?

Peter: Check. Fantastic ass?

Dick: Check. Two homicidal younger brothers?

Peter: Well, I wouldn't say homicidal--

Kaine and Jason: GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE FUCKING SHITS

Ben and Damian, running past them holding a large cow:

Dick:

Peter:

Peter: Check. One normal sibling?

Dick, looking at Tim: Check...but maybe semi-normal instead of normal.

Peter, looking at Teresa: You know what, I agree with you.

Dick: Oh my god.

Dick: We're the same person.

[mostsanescarletspiderfan]

Every person who has time-traveled to Peter's early years as Spider-Man, expect Eddie Brock.

[dvmm13]

“What the fuck is that thing?!” Teresa roared as her leg muscles were burning, sweat soaking, head frantically turning left and right to scan for the pursuing demon in a giant man’s guise filled with bloodlust and perverted sadism.

“The hell…would I know…” Bobbi’s panting showcased the limitation of her body caused by a large wound on her stomach from the lightning-fast claw attack courtesy of Victor Creed. The new stim shot developed by Richard Parker recently helps numb the pain and keep her going, but the loss of blood is slow but gradually catching up as the chase goes on.

“He’s too fast to be a human!” following her instinct, Teresa shot a valley of ICER rounds into the rustling bushes surrounding them, still having no clue about their destination.

There’s only a singular drive that matters at the moment.

Survive.

They run, and run, but the chance of survival receding significantly with the more Bobbi Morse keeps pushing her limits.

“Run, little rabbits! Make it more fun for me!” the giant man cackled from the woods, like a wraith of vengeance hunting them down. Sounds of trees being pounced upon and launched from chasing their tails like a shadow, deliberately stretching out the inevitable doom for entertainment.

She’s not an expert marksman or godly-accurate like Hawkeye or anything, but she could’ve sworn on her dead mother’s grave that she landed at least five shots of ICER rounds into the inhuman hunter after he almost disemboweled the blonde agent. According to the specs, that much dendrotoxin in someone’s system should introduce a cardiac arrest or even semi-permanent nerve damage already; yet the motherfucker’s still maniacally hunting them down like cattle effortlessly.

Maybe, just maybe, she can sacrifice Morse and get away from here. A slim chance of success, but it’s better than whatever the sadist giant had in mind.

That’s how she lived her life since…

Teresa suddenly stopped in her tracks and ducked down out of instinct, rolled out of the way, and quickly lined the barrel of her ICER at the blur of Victor Creed, aiming at the center of mass. Three consecutive shots rang out, colliding into the savage man’s chest and neck, resulting in his falling limp and careening into a nearby fell tree, the sound of the collision was identical to a speeding truck crashing into a pole. The light of hope is fleeting, as the mass of a furred man slowly rises from the exploded tree with splints of wood piercing into his flesh, yet the animalistic man doesn’t seem too bothered by it at all.

Under the moonlight, Teresa witnessed the most baffling sight she’d ever come across.

Victor Creed casually dislodged all of the splints from his body, even the big one that pierced through his diaphragm had been pulled out like plucking a chicken’s feather, the exposed skin shows the wounds he sustained a mere moment earlier mending themselves like reverse footage, accelerated beyond human comprehension.

His metallic and shiny grin of death illuminated by the cold and uncaring gleam of the moon sowed despair into her heart. Shaken with fear and desperation, Teresa lined the gun again at the slowly approaching monster in front of her and fired another set of shots into his broad chest.

Her fingers kept pulling, her arms locked into a straight line, and her eyes glued to the occasional struggle of her killer.

Bang!

Bang! Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Click…

Click…

“Damn…that’s annoying,” Victor Creed growled with a sadistic smile, tensing up his arms and extending his Adamantium claws from his fingers “Ya should’ve kept running, little rabbit,” his clawed hand raised above his head, prepped for a deathly swipe, but he went rigid and foaming at his mouth a moment later as a sling of electrode penetrated his side, sending a lethal dose of electric shock through his body.

Teresa’s eyes traced the line back to its origin and met with the pale face of Bobbi Morse leaning against a tree trunk with one of her escrima in hand, her pressing finger violently shaking from exhaustion.

“Get out of there!” the command came in like a dying plea, but it was enough to jumpstart her paralyzed brain. Rolling to the side and running again, Teresa approached her C.O. with confusion and gratitude. “The battery won’t hold much longer…we need to…” she whimpered, almost collapsing on the tree trunk if not for Teresa’s support.

Teresa, with quick thinking, took Bobbi’s gun into her hand and rained another magazine down on Victor Creed, purposefully grouping the shots at his head. “How many spares do you have?” the Chameleon gritted through the fear and reloaded one from her belt into the gun.

“A couple…” Bobbi groaned and leaned heavily on Teresa, her hand still clutching the escrima like a lifeline. “Fury said nothing…about this kind of…monster.” Morse coughs a froth of blood, her internal organs starting to break down.

The effect starts to lessen when the battery is running out of juice, evidently shown in how Victor Creed gets hold of the electrode cable with his massive hand and pulls; the hook tip dislodged forcefully from his side accompanied by a squirt of blood.

“Woah! That’s the stuff! Haven’t been shocked that good since Harbin, makes me kinda missing that fucker Shiro,” Sabretooth yapped on while evading another electrode with ease since he wasn’t caught off guard this time. “Ya got some bite, I’ll give y’all that.” He walked up to them, claws sprung, and metallic fang lined his grinning face. the halo of death formed around his head from the fading moonlight was to be the last sight they would see in this final moment. “But, sadly, bunnies; everything ends.”

[harumscarumcos]

so like I have this whole little canon in my head of like “what if the clone saga happened early enough that suddenly aunt may is now raising three boys on her own and peter has two brothers that have somehow out cool’d him in different ways at school” but also I wanna throw teresa Parker (the recently introduced possible long lost sister) in the mix cause I think I need to see them all be really protective big brothers???.

[spider-mandaily]

Peter and Teresa Parker to bless your timeline!

[reillyparkerluck]

for all the flashkaine shippers out there, you know who you are

[hellomystraightlacedfriend]

Peter Parker: The Spectacular Spider-Man #301

Chip Zdarsky/Joe Quinones

[logansgaar]

Clone Saga concept no 2.

The facility that makes all the Peter Parker clones has an internal computer system that kills anything getting inside that isn't authorized personnel, aka staff or the clones themselves.

After all memory of Peter is erased from the universe, this includes the facility's security system and all its staff, making them turn on the clones. It's a complete blood bath that only a handful of the clones manage to escape from: Ben, Kaine, Jessica, Jack and maybe some others, make Teresa Parker another female Peter clone instead of a plot hole surprise sister. They don't understand why the system suddenly doesn't know them anymore but still use the wipe as a way to go off and lead their own lives. Kaine and Ben have a bad falling out over Ben thinking since Peter's to blame for the wipe he's also to blame for their "siblings" deaths and Kaine disagreeing.

Movie ends with Miles running into Kaine, mistaking him for Peter at first and not understanding why his mentor is setting off his spider-sense so bad, then the real Peter shows up.

[keyboardsmashdmhtmdcmdcdm]

Spider-Man being a vigilante and standing up for the little guy makes me wonder what he thought about his Parents and Teresa working for the C.I.A. and the fact that it would probably never be acknowledged if he did beyond a joke.

[butevrythinggoesaway]

A quick sketch of Black Widow and Red Back. Ironically the one with more black has Red in his name, and the one with more red has Black in hers. Both of their masks have gas masks built in.

Teresa has a more Gwen like fighting style, she's tall and slim, she can pack a punch, but she's also fragile to hits, so she has to dodge.

Benj is similar to canon, but in this version he takes more hits, especially for Teresa when they do work together. He also, starting out, kind of dropped a few morals so he uses a sniper, though it has since been heavily modified to shoot darts and balls of energy

They often don't work together because they disagree with each other's methods. However when Jeff finds out about Benj's identity, Teresa helps Benj by convincing Miguel to let him stay at the hub temporarily.

Meanwhile Eddie's fucking around with a symbiote

[doyouknowmarvelcomiccharacter]

[orangeispice]

Follow up to the ongoing poll, I will be writing drabbles with these idiot families (I say idiot families but May and Alfred are not included in that number) when I get the chance.

I'm especially proud of the way that Tim and Damian turned out :D

[maydayprkr]

i made another uquiz, but this time it’s about my favorite bastard man and his family ♥

[dvmm13]

At a family meeting, somewhere in the future...

MY fanfic : at AO3

[orangeispice]

this is even funnier if you consider the fact that johnny decided to hit on teresa like an hour before this panel, without knowing she was his sister

“we met on a website for lonely super heroes who want friendships with normal guys” i