#acadeca team

[ally0ally]

Made by Marvel Week 12:

Matt Murdock.

@made-by-marvel-prompts

Also I'm so late once again but maybe I'll manage to write this week's today as well. We'll see.

[stealingpotatoes]

In tl4j AU, where would Merrin stand in the school v school decathlon (force Olympics)?

Like she is a nightsister, but there’s also Cal

i'm pretty sure the nightsisters at this point consist of Merrin, Ventress, and i GUESS those 3 ppl in another galaxy. you may notice this includes 0 children so merrin's options for the force acadeca are 1. give up and join team Jedi or 2. steal some of the padawans to make team nightsister and hope nobody questions it

[number1greedlingfan]

Guys Peep This

ok so theres this high school au that me and a friend are cooking...

Almost all the characters are either faculty or students. Like Envy is a student right because then we can have them fight Ed crazy style in the middle of the cafeteria, but Wrath is the dean so we can say "mr the furious" are you seeing the vision?

Mustang is the academic decathlon proctor and also the AP chemisty and trig teacher. Hawkeye is the AP english teacher that everyone is afraid of. Havoc is the french teacher (but his ass is NOT teaching!! he just plays the french dub of shrek in class). Fuery is the new 20 yr old English 1 teacher who cant get thru a single class session without going to the bathroom and crying because his 14 yr old students keep bullying him. Olivier Armstrong is the PE teacher and she runs that shit like the fucking Navy. Their shitass poorly funded high school is in the top percentile of the presidential fitness exam because of her (at least one anemic child has died).

Ed gets blackmailed by Mustang into joining academic decathlon (he used his sadass dead mom backstory ONCE to get out of a test just to see if he could and Mustang has not let that go since he realized). Al is on the team because he likes it :)

Selim Bradley is a normal child here but hes like one of those insufferable gifted children that move up to high school way too fast. Hes on Eds team (debate champ) but Ed has insane beef with him because "there can only be one child prodigy" but Ed is. Not One. He is 15 and a sophomore, he is a normal age. I mean hes like taking too many AP courses but that doesnt make him special??? Attention seeking whoer

Ling and Lan fan are students from the prep school down the street that Ed's school has ancient beef with. Ling also has a guy in hisn head btw ("he's not crazy or anything he just has a guy that sometimes takes over his body and takes him on crazy benders" - how he describes his real medical disorder).

Ling is also the prep schools acadeca team's math guy (directly competing with Edward who is his team's math guy) and he thinks this just gives them more of a reason to be friends. He's obsessed with Ed the way that a child is obsessed with a wild animal. Sometimes Ling invites him to go dumpster diving and Ed has to watch in horror as he jumps fully into a dumpster and comes out with a half-eaten comically large turkey leg and devours it right in front of him. At one point Ed wakes up at 3AM to a text that just says "I want you." Ling tells him point blank that it wasn't him; Ed thinks he's just some kinda fruit in denial. (Greed sent it in an attempt to get Ed to stop hanging out with Ling because he thinks Ed is lame as shit).

is this anything

[avaveevo]

Lyrics for @iguessimfished

[Team C] We're gonna take you down! (Ragatha: We're gonna take you down!) We're gonna take you down! (Ragatha: We're gonna take you down!) We're gonna take you down! (Ragatha: Take you down!) Down, down, down! (Ragatha: Take you down!) [Team A] We're here to take you out! We're here to take you out! (Queenie: We're here to take you out!) We're here to take you out! (Queenie: Take you out!) Take you out! [Team C] We're not about to let you win, so get out of our way Think you got us beat, but we're here to stay United strong, yeah, we'll take you down You're not so tough, now you're in our town All of the times we lost before Not about to give up, we're only bringin' it more We can smell your fear, we can see your sweat Hope you didn't spend money 'cause you're losin' this bet! You've got nothin' on us Na, na, na-na-na, na Let's go, Team C! You've got nothin' on us Na, na, na-na-na, na Let's go, Team C! [Team A] Talk a little too much for a team that never wins Maybe you should just stop 'fore you even begin We are Team A and we have a reputation Every little moment is about our education Put your ear to the ground Listen to that sound You're a house of cards And it's about to fall down (fall down) About to fall down (fall down), hit the ground You've got nothin' on us Na, na, na-na-na, na Let's go, Team A! You've got nothin' on us Na, na, na-na-na, na Let's go, Team A! [Team C] Pressure's on, now we're gonna beat you Step aside, it's time that we defeat you Better prep yourself 'cause you're about to go Down, down, down, down [Team A] Pressure's on, you know we're gonna take you Just give up before we have to break you Better give it up, you're about to go Down, down, down, down [Team C] Take it up to the top 'Cause we know we can win [Team A] Maybe you should just stop 'Cause we've seen you give in [Team C] We believe in ourselves And we've got what it takes [All] And we're not gonna stop [Daizy] I can't wait 'til this is all over There's so much more that's going on [Pomni] And before this battle's finally over I'll find out just what he's (Able) done [All] Can she (Pomni/Queenie) do it? Will she make it? Who will win it? Who will take it? Can she do it? Who will take it? Did she win it? Did she make it? Who's the winner? Who's the reject? How did she answer? Bubble: Team A wins!

[popcorn-plots]

Febuwhump day 22: "You weren't supposed to be there"/Alt -- CPR

Title: ghostbusters rescues

Words: 886

Summary: Tony Stark has a heart attack during an event. Peter performs CPR with the help of a mysterious stranger.

I'm not slowly loosing my mind, you are

~~~

Tonight was about Peter. Midtown's AcaDeca team won Nationals -- Peter answered the tiebreaker questions and Tony couldn't be more proud of his son. As a reward, Tony decided to invite the winning team, their parents, and the AcaDeca teacher (a Mr. Harris) to a celebratory dinner at Stark Industries. Completely free of charge and serving only the best for his son and his friends. Because this was Peter's night, not Tony, and he wanted to be there for his son, not complaining about how he could barely breathe through the tightness in his chest that felt like a panic attack but wasn't and how hard it was to even stay upright with how light headed he was. He didn't, he just grinned and bore it because this was Peter's night. Not Tony's.

But then Peter had noticed how pale and clammy he was and asked if he was alright.

"I'm fine Pete. I'm just tired." Peter didn't look like he believed Tony. "Hey, how about a toast?" Tony asked, trying not to grimace as pain blossomed in his chest. He knew pain was never a good sign, but he only had an hour or so left of the dinner. Everything was fine.

Tony grabbed his glass and heaved himself up, gathering everyone's attention as he did so. "First, I'd like to thank you all for coming tonight to celebrate our AcaDeca national winners!" The crowd cheered. "Second, I'd like to make a toast. A toast to every one of yo-" Tony trailed off as the pain grew. He tried to continue, trying to ignore the concerned gazes of his audience. "of--"

His glass was shattered on the floor, non-alcoholic apple cider pooling on the floor. Tony gasped, clutching at his chest as the pain peaked. He seemed to choke before suddenly, he was sliding to the ground, his world growing dark as he gasped for air he could not have.

Peter was above him, shouting his name. JARVIS was saying something, people were yelling. The last thing Tony remembered was Peter shaking him, telling him to stay awake.

~~~~

Peter watched his dad fall in slow motion.

He was on his feet in an instant, numb to the world as he called out, shaking his dad, telling him to stay awake. Please.

His dad’s eyes slipped closed and his face went slack, head lolling to the side. Peter didn’t think he’d ever forget the image of his dad lying there, unmoving. He wasn’t even breathing .

“Wong, call 9-1-1!” Someone shouted and suddenly, Peter was back in the real world. Everyone was yelling, someone was crying. A tall man with kind blue eyes and dark brown hair knelt besides Peter. A shaking hand reached out and touched Tony’s neck.

“Don’t–”

The man didn’t look up. “He hasn’t got a pulse…'' There was a brief moment of hesitation before the man was barking orders. “Does anyone know CPR?”

No one responded, or no one was able. The man said something under his breath as he turned to Peter.

“What’s your name?” He asked.

“P-peter. Peter Stark.” There was a flash of recognition in the man’s face but he didn’t comment on it.

“Okay, Peter. I’m going to need you to perform CPR. I’ll lead you through it until the ambulance arrives.”

Peter swallowed, shoved his panic down deep inside of him, and nodded. “Good boy. Tilt his head back to open his airway.” Peter did and almost like magic, the CPR course he had taken in 7th grade came rushing back to him.

His dad wasn’t breathing. That was a problem. He also had no pulse. That was the second problem. Peter tried not to focus on the fact that his dad was dead as he laced his hands together and threw his body weight into chest compressions. Up and down, up and down, beating his dad’s heart for him.

The man kept whispering encouragement in his ear. Peter felt stronger with this man by his side, a burst of energy flowing through him with every word the man uttered, numbing the aching in his hands that appeared not a minute into CPR.

The ambulance arrived and an EMT took over chest compressions for a few minutes before shocking Tony’s body. His back arched and an EMT pressed their fingers to his neck. “We’ve got a pulse!”

Peter nearly sobbed in relief. He turned to find the man, but he was gone.

~

Tony went into the hospital nearly dead and came out a few days later without any complications. Peter was just glad his dad was alive. But when Tony tried to find the strange man, he was nowhere.

No one matching his description had ever even set foot in the tower. Everyone who witnessed it said that Peter was working alone. They all had the same story: he fell to his knees next to Tony, talked to himself for a few seconds, and started chest compressions. No one knew who had called the ambulance.

It remained a mystery. Until four months later, when one Doctor Stephen Strange appeared at the monthly Avengers meeting, representing the alliance between the Avengers and Kamar-Taj. 

Peter nearly choked on his chocolate milk.

Ao3

[ravagedarkness]

The Secret Santa Dilemma

When the AcaDeca Team plays Secret Santa, Peter ends up pulling Flash's name, much to his chagrin.

Read Here:

[ao3feed-petermj]

The Secret Santa Dilemma

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/RID0NwP by RavageDarkness When the AcaDeca Team plays Secret Santa, Peter ends up pulling Flash's name, much to his chagrin. Words: 2277, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 13 of The American Idiots AU One-Shots Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), X-Men - All Media Types, Marvel, Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Peter Parker, Michelle Jones (Marvel), Flash Thompson, Ned Leeds, Betty Brant, Scott Summers, Joanna Cargill, Original Mutant Character(s) (X-Men), Kitty Pryde, Carmilla Black, Aunt May Parker (Marvel), Karen (Spider-Man: Homecoming) Relationships: Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Carmilla Black/Original Character(s), Betty Brant/Ned Leeds, Joanna Cargill/Scott Summers Additional Tags: Christmas, Fluff, Friendship read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/RID0NwP

[archiesstudies]

anyway acadeca has been going well and im on A team which is not that great because i have the most competition but at least im not competing for a spot against my brother (hes in B team)

[starrynyxa]

i am best friends with the midtown academic decathlon team btw ^_^

[anxious-and-asexual]

The most ironic thing to happen to me in my entire life is my Academic Decathlon team not being able to travel to Alaska for nationals because of the coronavirus and the aca deca theme for 2019-20 is “In Sickness and in Health”.

[peachyteastudies]

01.15.20 - day 13 of 100 of productivity

It's econ time, babey. Swim was pretty great, it was an IM day.

♪ ivy by frank ocean

[ksmetrp]

MICHELLE JONES-WATSON

portrayal notes:

- played to canon. 

- potential triggers in my portrayal include canon typical violence.

plot ideas:

note: these all have nwh spoilers, so read on with caution.

- mj x peter. mj slowly filling in the gaps of her memory: why is she wearing a broken black dahlia necklace? who is this boy she’s sketched so often in her sketchbook? why does she remember someone else on the acadeca team? how can she remember what the city looks like swinging from the skies? and then somehow pushing through and remembering. and then getting very relieved (but also very pissed that peter didn’t keep his promise.) 

- mj & ned. see the above idea, but add ned helping mj and both of them putting their heads together to figure out who this random person they both do and don’t remember is and why they’re having memory issues. could even lead into mj x ned x peter potentially. 

- mj x gwen. little bit of comics influence here, with them being such good friends there. but since there isn’t yet a gwen is the mcu, could make it the gwen from tasm or comics or whatever. either way, the ladies becoming more then friends and having a bit more normal of a life than dating a superhero.

- open to plotting.

[sdottkrames]

Doors That Were Previously Closed (Bros)

@comfortember Prompt 23: Exhaustion

Summary:

Bruce was starting to freak out. Was Peter sick? Had something happened on patrol- some injury he was hiding or some poison he’d been exposed to? It wouldn’t be the first time.

Tony’s gonna kill me! he thought

Bruce knew how much Peter meant to Tony and he was pretty sure not even the hulk would be able to keep him safe if something happened to the boy. He was /this close/ to forcing Peter in the med bay for some tests when he suddenly let out a loud snore.

Notes: Finally caught up a little bit, so I’ll be posting one a day again! Only 4 more left after this, which is insane!!! Thanks for all your love and support, as always.

Read on AO3: Here

 Peter looked at his schedule for the week and groaned.

He had a million projects or exams due, and on the day that he didn’t have Academic Decathalon after school to train for their upcoming meet, he was scheduled for his internship with Tony. And that wasn’t even counting Spider-Man duties.

“Tony, I’m going to actually die this week. Can I, like, fake my death and then come back in a week and a half with everything done?” Peter said after complaining to his mentor about his busy week.

Tony just chuckled. “I’d much prefer you alive, even if the death is fake.” His tone was light, but Peter knew Tony’d had a hard time during the five years he was gone, and could hear the strain behind the words. “How about during internship time, we just take it easy. I gotta finish up a prototype for SI, but it’s almost done, anyway, and shouldn’t take us working together more than a half hour. We’ll finish that and then how about I quiz you for that decathlon meet, or work with you on one of those millions of projects.”

Peter sighed, gratefully. “Yeah, that’d be great.” Gratitude for his mentor filled Peter and gave him the strength to believe he could make it through the week. “Thanks, Tony, you’re the best! I love you.”

“I love you, too, kiddo.” Tony’s voice was soft and mushy, and Peter secretly loved that he got to hear it like that. He grinned to himself as he hung up, then took a deep breath, turned on his “focus” playlist, and got to work.

***

TS: Hey kid, sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but I’m gonna have to rain check on lab day this week. SI meeting that I absolutely can’t get out of, “even for Peter.”

Peter stared at his phone, disappointment on his face. He’d worked so hard that week, and had been looking forward to a relaxing day with Tony, and having some help studying. He really needed to go over his notes to be ready for the meet- AcaDeca had taken a back burner for Spider-Man, and he’d been wanting to put forth a more concentrated effort to help his team.

Now he wasn’t so sure he could do that. But before he could wallow too long in his thoughts, his phone pinged with a text from Tony.

TS:  But before you get all mopey, Underoos, Bruce agreed to take my place and study with you tonight. And I’ll get out of my meeting before you know it! 

TS: And don’t forget to breathe. I know he’s “Bruce BANNER!” But he’s still just a guy. Don’t freak out. You’ll do great.

TS: love ya kid

Peter was left staring at his phone again, this time not in disappointment but in disbelief for two reasons. 1. It was scary how well Tony knew him. He probably should be used to it by now (they’d both reached the point of handing each other tools without needing to ask for them) but it still surprised and touched him whenever it happened. And 2. BRUCE BANNER?!

He took Tony’s advice and just breathed. Tonight was going to be awesome.

***

“Hey Dr. Banner!” Peter said as he bounced into Bruce’s lab in the compound. “Thanks again for helping me with my chemistry notes. Tony said he was forced to go to a meeting with Pepper, so I really appreciate you agreeing to help me!”

Bruce looked up, an easy smile on his face. “Of course, Peter. I’m glad I could help.”

Bruce had met many, many people in the course of his work as both a scientist and an avenger, but none of them ever really made him smile like Peter Parker did. The boy was just always happy. He talked a mile a minute, but Bruce found it more endearing than stressful, unlike other people. And the hero worship in the kid’s eyes did wonders for his self esteem. Especially since Peter looked at Bruce that way, not The Hulk.

“So, it’s just for academic decathlon. We have a meet coming up soon and I need to review the chemistry questions,” Peter said.

“Not a problem. I need to finish this first, though, if you don’t mind.”

Peter nodded and began pulling stuff out of his backpack, sitting in the chair Bruce had pulled over for the kid. 

Once Bruce finished his project, he looked over at the young boy who had been patiently waiting for him. But Peter wasn’t looking through flash cards like Bruce had expected. The kid was staring at the wall.

Is this normal for him? Some sort of spider thing? He thought. Peter snapped out of it as soon as Bruce called his name, so he didn’t bring it up.

Bruce took the cards and began quizzing Peter. The kid was smart, and Bruce was very impressed. His lightning answers were almost always correct, and though Bruce had to explain a few things for some questions, Peter absorbed it quickly.

About an hour in, Bruce began to notice more things that were off about Peter. His words began to slur a little, he would need Bruce to reask the question, or forget something that he very clearly knew.

Bruce was starting to freak out. Was Peter sick? Had something happened on patrol- some injury he was hiding or some poison he’d been exposed to? It wouldn’t be the first time. 

Tony’s gonna kill me!

Bruce knew how much Peter meant to Tony and he was pretty sure not even the hulk would be able to keep him safe if something happened to the boy. He was this close to forcing Peter in the med bay for some tests when he suddenly let out a loud snore.

Bruce looked up in shock. He’d evidently been zoning out in panic, staring at the cards, and suddenly all of Peter’s symptoms made sense. Bruce mentally kicked himself for not putting two and two together. The kid had had a rough week, after all, of course he‘d be exhausted.

Some doctor! He thought ruefully, but ultimately decided to consider it a side affect of the superhero life

He packed up Peter’s cards and then stared at the sleeping boy, unsure what to do. Peter didn’t look comfortable, his neck leaned forward at an awkward angle, his legs crossed and sure to fall asleep. 

Sighing to himself, he gently slide his arms under Peter’s and lifted him up. Peter was incredibly light thanks to his spider DNA, and Bruce had no trouble carrying him thanks to the gamma radiation in his DNA. As he lifted the sleeping boy off the chair, Peter whimpered slightly, and then wrapped his legs around Bruce’s middle, nuzzling into Bruce’s neck. 

“Okay, then, kiddo,” he murmured. “This is fine.”

He carried his precious cargo to the elevator and up to the common area, deciding to let Peter nap while he made a snack and watched a movie. However, it quickly became apparent that Peter had other plans.

As Bruce tried to put Peter down on the couch, his shirt was very nearly ripped off his body by Peter’s sticky fingers.

“Pete, you gotta let me go, kid.” There was no apparent change. “C’mon. Let go. Give me back my shirt.” After a few more murmured pleas with no luck, Bruce accepted his fate and laid down on the couch, clingy Spider and all.

But for all his discomfort, Bruce had to admit that he really did love Peter, and he didn’t mind the innocent physical affection, which was fairly rare for him. That door had been closed for years by his big green alter ego to ensure everyone's safety. He found himself relaxing under Peter’s weight, the kid’s steady breathing making it easier for him to breathe, too. He found himself more relaxed than he’d been in months. (It’s honestly amazing what some physical touch can do when you’re touch starved).

Bruce was very nearly asleep when the door opened and caused him to nearly jump off the couch. Luckily, he didn’t, and Peter continued sleeping peacefully.

“Hey,” Tony called from where he was kicking off his shoes by the front door. “Is he asleep?” Before Bruce could answer, Tony walked over, and a knowing grin spread across face when he saw Bruce’s current predicament. “Kid get sticky on ya?”

Bruce nodded, patting said kid’s back gently.

“Yeah, he does that.”

Bruce could tell Tony wasn't just talking about the sticky super powers. Peter had a way of working his way into everyone’s heart. 

“Yeah, he does,” he whispered.

Tony put a blanket over the cuddly spider and his unfortunate victim, and then the two adults settled in to finish the movie, Peter still firmly attacked to Bruce’s shirt. But Bruce didn’t mind.

[canonismybitch]

Montse’s Fic Masterlist (because it had been a long time coming)

Hello hello! And welcome to my fic Masterlist, where you will find all my published work (except for the fics I’m too embarassed to show) under the cut!

Voltron: Legendary Defender

Dear Matt 

Summary: When her brother left for Kerberos, Katie started a diary. When Matt didn't return, Pidge never stopped writing. | Chapters 20/? | No Archive Warnings Apply

Marvel Cinematic Universe

May I Have This Dance

Summary: 5 times Peter danced with someone, and 1 time he danced on his own. | Chapters 6/6 | No Archive Warnings Apply

Bouquet

Summary: In a world where your soul marks are flower buds that bloom once you realize you love a person; eight people's flowers bloom because of one Peter Parker. OR The Soulmate AU one (1) person asked for. | Chapters 4/9 | Rape/Non-Con, Underage

March 9, 2020

Summary: March 9, 2020 There were no women walking on the streets, because they were all dead. My form of protesting violence against women in my country. | Chapters 1/1 | Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con, Underage 

Make You Understand

Summary: Peter doesn't want kids. He just wants people to understand. | Chapters 1/1 | No Archive Warnings Apply

Like Ducklings

Summary: Peter is sick, but that's not stopping him from going on this Field Trip. It is reason enough for his dad to take over the tour. | Chapters 1/1 | No Archive Warnings Apply | Part of the Friendly Neighborhood Exchange

Have Them Over

Summary: Flash likes to host Decathlon meets, but he's never hosted one with his parents present. OR Peter and Ned are a cute couple around their Decathlon team, Flash's parents don't approve. That is not stopping him from defending his friends. | Chapters 1/1 | No Archive Warnings Apply 

Matter

Summary:  Peter and the AcaDeca team go to a protest in the streets of New York. At least, that was the plan before a policeman stopped them. | Chapters 1/1 | Graphic Depictions Of Violence  | Part of the Friendly Neighborhood Exchange

Protector

Summary:  Peter has a plan that involves a picnic basket and unicorns. Tony wants to win a bet. | Chapters 1/1 | No Archive Warnings Apply  | Part of the Friendly Neighborhood Exchange

Hello! My Name Is Peter

Summary:  The Decathlon Team goes on a Field Trip. Peter wasn’t on the bus. Somehow, that’s not the weird part. | Chapters 1/1 | No Archive Warnings Apply  | Part of the Friendly Neighborhood Exchange

Series

Montse's Vent Fics (aka the anger dump because this world is a mess)

Notes:  A place where I dump all my vent fics and anger at the world -and my parents-, includes story times! | Works 3/?

Tag list: @baloobird @romeoandjulietyouwish @toledoendo @whatisawilltolive @hold-our-destiny @funky--lil--spider @iron-loyalty

Feel free to ask me if you wanna be tagged!

[lyssismagical]

i finally found you, my missing puzzle piece

{The Glee/Parkner AU nobody asked for,, Based on S2 ep 6-8}

{TW biphobia/homophobia, bullying}

*

Being the only kid out of the closet at his school was hard enough for Peter.

Being on the Academic Decathlon, the nerdiest club in school, filled with the biggest losers according to all the popular kids in school, made it that much worse.

Peter likes to think it would’ve been different if he had been gay, still bad but in a different way. Being bisexual was like being a mythical creature to the other students.

Everyone on the Acadeca team were nice enough. They supported him, they cared about him, but they would never understand what it was like to be bullied for something he couldn’t change about himself. They would never understand how hard it was to walk the hallways scared for his life.

“Oh my god, Peter,” Ned gasps when Peter walks into the library for their Acadeca meet.

All eyes turn to him, staring at the bruises he’s sporting from yet another day where his bullies attack him for simply being bisexual. One of his eyes is swollen shut, blood drying under his nose and across his mouth from his split lip where he holds a wad of tissues, bruises dark and splashing out across his nose and cheekbones.

“I’m fine,” Peter says, voice low and shaking, giving away how much this is affecting him. There’s tearstains shining on his cheeks, smudged beneath his eyes from trying to hide the evidence. “Just- Let’s just keep going.”

“Who did this to you?” MJ demands, slamming her papers onto the table, eyes burning with anger. “We can’t just let you go through this.”

Peter shakes his head, grabbing a pen from Betty and preparing to take notes on MJ’s ideas for their Acadeca sectionals approaching. “I’m fine. Please, let’s just keep going.”

“We can’t just stand by while you get hurt like this, Peter.” Ned grabs his arm, trying to get Peter to look at him, but Peter keeps his eyes downcast.

“All of you have been bullied before too. I’m dealing with it, okay? Please, can we just move on?”

If Peter doesn’t want the help, they can’t really offer much. Plus, they don’t get it.

His bully, the main guy that hates Peter’s guts, threatened to kill Peter if he told anyone or tried to get him suspended. Peter’s scared.

“Here’s a job for you, Peter,” MJ says, tipping her chin up to appear stronger and taller. “I want you to sneak over to Osborn Academy and spy on their decathlon. They won their sectionals, nationals, and got second place in regionals last year, and we need to beat them at nationals.”

“Osborn Academy?” Peter repeats, dabbing at the blood on his upper lip, ignoring the looks of sympathetic glances from Betty and Liz.

MJ nods, picking up her stack of cue cards. “Yeah. They’re our biggest competition for nationals. We’re going to win sectionals, no problem, but we’re going to lose to The Academy.”

Peter shrugs, figuring he might as well. It’ll get him out of seeing his bully afterschool to get beat up again behind the school. It’s going to be hard enough to hide this from May.

Travis Wright is the quarterback of the school’s football team, has pretty low grades for somebody who’s still managing to stay in a STEM school, is too tall and too broad and looks older than most people, including the beginnings of stubble around his jaw.

And he’s been bullying Peter ever since the ninth grade when Peter came out as bisexual.

The bullying’s escalated from cruel words and being tossed in dumpsters, to being beat up behind the school.

He finds himself pulling on a jacket and tie that mostly resemble the ones at the Academy before heading over to the school. He’ll pretend to be a new student to spy on the acadeca team, it’s easier than trying to hide in the bushes or whatever stupid plan Flash came up with for him.

The Academy is huge, filled with boys wearing the same black and red uniforms as they make their way to classes around the school.

“Excuse me?” Peter calls out to the first boy he sees who doesn’t look incredibly intimidating.

The boy turns, golden brown curls flopping around his eyes as he smiles at Peter.

“I’m, uh, I’m new here?” he says, eyes wide as he stares at the way dimples crease in the boy’s cheeks.

“Well, hiya, new kid. I’m Harley Keener,” the boy replies, southern accent smoothing over Peter. He grins, and holds out his hand to Peter. “Come on, new kid, everyone is on their way to The Osborn Academy’s Academic Decathlon friendly competition.”

Peter tentatively takes Harley’s hand, letting him lace their fingers together and lead him down the hallway to the huge library, filled with people who clap for Harley when he ducks in with a bright smile.

“Your decathlon is… cool?” Peter asks, staring at the students filling the room. It’s not obvious who the jocks or the popular kids are when they’re all in uniform, but there’s so many students here that it’s obvious the popularity of their acadeca.

“Course it is,” Harley says, shrugging like it’s no big deal. “We’re putting all of our smarts into a competition, it’s a talent and it’s also fun. Why wouldn’t we be cool?”

Harley’s eyes linger on Peter’s bruises for a moment too long, casting his gaze to the floor and back. And then his hand slips out of Peter’s and he takes his seat at one of the two tables with more boys in uniform.

Their friendly competition is a little thing they do at the Academy where their team splits in two to face-off in a trivia game to see who knows more. Whichever team gets the most points, gets bragging rights and their pick of bus seats on the way to sectionals.

Peter, despite being in a room full of people, can’t seem to tear his eyes away from Harley who answers all the questions right with a sort of confidence Peter could never even imagine having. Harley’s smart and he’s sweet and he’s got this southern charm about him. Not to mention, he’s beautiful.

As soon as Harley’s team wins the little competition, Harley heads over to Peter, a half-smile gracing his face.

“Come on, I wanna talk to you,” he says, nodding down the hallway waving over some of his friends. Peter recognizes Harry Osborn, the son of the headmaster.

They lead him outside to one of the eating tables under the afternoon sun, offering him soft smiles.

“Are you from Midtown? Spying on your competition?” Harley asks, elbows leaning against the table. He doesn’t even look angry about it, he’s still got the same smile on his face like this is all fine.

Peter shrugs like it isn’t a big deal. “Your school thinks that Academic Decathlon is something to be celebrated.”

“Of course,” Harry speaks up. He takes a sip from his coffee, looking more nonchalant than ever. “It’s a show of intelligence, it’s the same idea as Debate Club or Chess Club or even Student Council.”

He tries to keep how upset he is off his face, but obviously he doesn’t do a good job because Harley’s expression softens and he leans back in his chair.

“Your school doesn’t think like that, does it? You’re being bullied for being on your team?”

Peter shrugs again, turning his gaze to his hands. “That and they all hate me for being bisexual.”  

The other boy, the quiet one, isn’t quick enough to hide the drop of his jaw.

“Somebody did that to you for you sexuality?” Harley exclaims, anger coloring his expression. “What the fuck? Why hasn’t he been expelled?”

“His parents are these super rich douchebags who’re sponsors for the schoolboard. Even if the principal wanted to, which she really doesn’t care about, he’d be able to get back in within a day if he wanted to.” Peter picks at his nails to try to hide the anxiety that thrums through his body.

Harley looks livid, like he’s prepared to murder somebody just for Peter, for somebody he just met. He waves his hands and mumbles a quick goodbye to the other two boys, leaving Harley and Peter alone.

“I used to be bullied too at my old school, back in Tennessee,” Harley explains quietly, shaking his head. “I came out as gay and suddenly everyone was turning their back to me. It was mostly just words and shoves, but I ran away from them. I let them win.”

“What am I supposed to do?”

Harley’s expression softens reaching across the table to take one of Peter’s hands. “Be the bigger person. Maybe they just need to be told what’s up. Being bisexual isn’t a bad thing. I don’t know how much you’ve believed everything they’ve been saying, but it’s not true. Teach them. Have courage and fight back, educate them.”

“And if they hurt me worse?”

“Osborn Academy has a no bullying policy, everybody’s accepted here and if somebody breaks those rules, they’re expelled, no second thought.”

May doesn’t have the money to afford to send him to the Academy. Peter doesn’t bother saying it, trying not to let the tears fall as he squeezes Harley’s hand.

Have courage and fight back.

*

When he gets shoved into the lockers the next day, a fist slamming into his cheek, he doesn’t let them do what they want. He doesn’t try to run. He doesn’t curl up and cry. He shoves Travis back.

“What the fuck is your problem?” he shouts, pain flaring through his cheekbone where he’s certain a bruise will bloom soon enough. “What did I ever do to make you hate me so much?”

Travis rolls his eyes and lifts his fist like he’s going to hit Peter again.

“You can’t punch me into being straight!” he continues, repeating Harley’s words in his head to hold himself together. Have courage. “No more than I can punch the ignorance out of you!”

“Don’t test me, Parker,” his bully says, glaring down at him.

What hurts him more than Travis ever could is that the fact that the hallways have cleared out. Nobody bothered to help him, nobody cared to even pick him up off the floor after this inevitably ends in blood and bruises. Everybody saw and they still left.

“You’re just scared, aren’t you? You’re just projecting one of your own insecurities onto me. You’re just a scared, ignorant, stupid boy who-”

And then Travis’s mouth is on his.

It barely lasts a second but it feels like hours pass where Peter’s heart beats hard and fast, and he shakes out of his own skin.

He comes to his senses enough to shove Travis’s chest, needing him off, away.

Horror and fear is immediately shrouded by shock and confusion, leaving him standing there, wide-eyed and jaw dropped as he stares at Travis.

“Oh god,” Peter breathes, stumbling a step backwards into the lockers again.

Travis shoves him up against the lockers, breath too warm, too close, as he hisses, “If you tell anybody about this, I swear to god, I’ll kill you, Parker. You know how easy it would be for me to throw in a few extra hits to your head and leave you to die in the dumpsters. Don’t fucking test me.”

Pain flashes through his head as he’s shoved harder into the lockers and then there’s nothing but numbness as he slides to the floor, takes the few more punches and kicks Travis throws, and then he’s alone and numb and shocked.

At some point, MJ appears at his side, all careful touches to his head and arms and soft words as she leads him up to his feet.

“Are you okay?”

Peter chokes on a sob and everything he’s built around him, all the bravery and the walls to make sure nobody found out, it all crumbles.

He falls into MJ’s awaiting arms, hiding his face against the crook of her shoulder, and lets himself cry.

He’s been bullied for three years and he’s reached the maximum amount of damage to his self-esteem he can handle. He can’t keep doing this.

Later, MJ guides him to the office where the principal gives the same spiel about how Travis’s parents have too much power in the schoolboard to have any lasting consequences, and then May arrives in a flurry of parental worry, smelling like the chemicals from work and a hint of her vanilla soap and holding him so tight.

He barely tells her the basis to the events. He lies and says it was a once-off thing, tells her it was about something trivial and dumb, that he’s safe at school. Because he can’t worry her about things she can’t fix.

Either he deals with this or May’s going to have to find a way to make enough money to get him into the Academy and she can’t afford that. He can’t put her under that financial stress.

Have courage.

*

Harley’s thumb traced over Peter’s newest bruise, a deep purple contrasting the paleness of his skin.

“I’m so sorry, Peter,” Harley murmurs, eyes shining with sympathy. “If I hadn’t told you to stand up to him…”

“Can you keep a secret?” Peter’s voice is filled with teary desperation, hands trembling as he grips his coffee cup.

Peter didn’t want to risk showing up to the Academy again, so instead, they’re meeting up at the coffee place that’s normally crawling with boys from the Academy, but today it’s pretty empty.

Tipping his head in concern, Harley nods. “Course.”

“He kissed me,” Peter blurts, lip trembling and hands shaking as his heart pounds in his chest. “I fought back and I called him a coward, and he kissed me. And then- And then he told me he’d kill me if anyone found out. I’m just- I walk the halls of my school terrified for my own life, Harley. I’m scared that he’ll, I don’t know, decide it’s not worth it to keep me around.”

The anger reappears like it had the day they met, fiery and upset, like the world has let him down one too many times.

“You can’t live like that, Peter. It’s not right, it’s not fair.”

“There’s nothing I can do!” Peter draws back enough to duck his face, hating knowing he can’t hide the bruising that litters his face, some old and some new, all hurting just the same. “I can’t get him expelled, I don’t have the money to involve cops, I don’t know how to fix this anymore.”

Harley gently takes Peter’s hand, his calloused and bigger than Peter’s, and tugs him to his feet.

He’s pulled into a hug, Harley’s arms wrapping around him and making him feel safe for the first time in months.

“We’ll figure this out,” Harley promises.

* It’s all a mistake that May finds out.

Travis had been leaving Peter alone, relatively. He was probably worried that if he did too much to Peter, the younger boy would spill the secret about the kiss. There were shoves here and there, and the insults never stopped, but Peter hadn’t been punched in a while, bruises finally healing.

Until, May’s coming to pick Peter up from Academic Decathlon after school one day.

Acadeca meetings are the same afternoons as Football practice. Peter’s waiting by their lockers with Ned and MJ, unaware of May rounding the corner, just as Travis comes out of the gym.

He barely looks at Peter as he shoves him hard into the lockers, not stopping in his journey to his own lockers.

MJ glares over her shoulder as she helps Peter up from where he’d fallen to the floor, Ned retrieving Peter’s backpack, as May reaches them.

“What was that?” May demands, voice quiet enough for Travis not to hear, but angry.

“It was nothing-”

MJ cuts him off before he can come up with a good excuse. “He’s been bullying Peter since the ninth grade.”

“Excuse me?”

“May, please-”

Ned grabs Peter’s wrist, cutting him off again. “It’s gotten worse than shoves. This is the first time all year that I’ve seen him without bruises.”

“It’s not that bad!” Peter exclaims, eyes wide as he looks over May’s shoulder at Travis who’s slinging his bag over his shoulder. “May, please, you can’t say anything.”

“Why the fuck not?” May’s hands are clenched into fists as she stares daggers at Travis who’s already heading down the hall.

Peter sighs, leaning his back until it hits the lockers, relieved that Travis is finally gone. There’s no way out of it.

“He threatened to kill me.” Peter can’t help the tears that threaten to fall, sick of feeling so scared at his school, sick of flinching at every locker slamming, sick of crying every night about something he can’t change.

There’s a collective gasp as the words sink in. May hadn’t even been aware of bullying. Between her night shifts at the hospital and Peter always having plans to get out of seeing her, she hadn’t realized how bad it had gotten. She’d seen a few bruises here and there, but none that screamed in danger. He always came up with excuses about falling or how it was just teenage things.

“You’re kidding, right?” Ned says, voice high with worry. “I knew it was bad but…”

“We have to tell someone. We have to get him expelled.”

Peter shakes his head, sinking to the floor and hiding his face in his palms. “His parents are these super rich lawyers, May. They’re the biggest sponsors of the schoolboard. Trust me, I’ve thought of every possibility. There’s nothing we can do.”

There’s a quiet moment while they all come up empty-handed. Solution-less.

Until, “What about Osborn Academy?” Ned offers. He sits down on the floor beside Peter, giving Peter the opportunity to rest his head on his best friend’s shoulder. “You’ve been gushing about that kid you met there.”

“Would it be safer?” May asks.

“It’s too expensive.” He lets MJ take his hand, offering him as much comfort as she knows how to. “It’s a private school with uniforms and everything, May. We can’t afford the tuition.”

May shakes her head. “I don’t care about money, sweetheart. I care about you being safe. Somebody threatened to kill you, I’m not letting you stay anywhere close to him.”

“May-”

“No, we’ll figure it out, Peter, it’ll be okay. For now, let’s get you home. We can watch one of those soaps that you like and eat ice cream and you’ll tell me all about this kid you met. Okay?”

Caving isn’t as hard as Peter thought it would be. He’s been so desperate for a solution and this is it. He’ll get to go to a school where he’ll be accepted and he’ll be able to walk the halls without fear of somebody turning on him.

“You deserve this,” MJ murmurs. “Even if we’re losing our best Acadeca teammate. We’re going to kick your ass at Nationals.”

“You wish, Em,” Peter grins, getting up and pulling Ned up with him.

He tugs his two best friends into a hug. “I promise I’ll text all the time and we’ll go out for coffee.”

May wraps an arm around his shoulders and they start off towards the exit. “Now, who’s this special kid?”

“His name’s Harley and he’s the greatest.” Peter launches into the story of how they met as they drive away from Midtown, and Peter has never been more relieved to be leaving.

Even though he’ll miss his own Acadeca family. Ned, MJ, Betty, Abe, Cindy, Zach, even Flash and Brad. He’s excited for the future Osborn Academy holds for him. Where people accept each other, their Acadeca team is considered cool, and there’s no bullying. Plus, there’s the obvious positive that he’s already got friends there. He’s sure Harry and Harley will accept him with open arms.

The future is brighter than it’s ever been.

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[incorrect-spiderson]

The Shoes We Fill

Chapter 1: Drifting

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If you had asked Peter a year ago where he would be today, he might’ve said something along the lines of dead in an alley. Or maybe, on a lighter note, hanging out with the AcaDeca team and MJ. Or leading the Avengers! He certainly would not have said floating aimlessly in space.

They’ve been on the Milano for a little over six days... probably. Time is a weird concept. Especially when you have nothing but the never-ending black abyss out the window and an angry blue woman to keep you company. Though, when it comes to sleep, Peter knows the exact amount he’s gotten.

None.

He's tried, honestly! But his brain seems to have decided that sleep is no longer an option. Trauma can do that to someone. Peter thinks he should be used to it by now. What with losing his parents, Uncle Ben, and now… he should be used to it.

But he isn’t. He isn’t used to the nights that end with him screaming himself awake in a fit of tears. He isn’t used to Nebula shaking him from his daze. He isn’t used to the half an hour of shaking and sobbing with nobody to familiar to cling to. He isn’t used to the agonizing pain that takes over his body when his senses overload after crying.

He isn’t used to anything anymore.

The nightmares never change. They always begin on Titan. Always.

Tony always appears in front of him, then crumbles to dust as Peter clings to him. Because he can’t lose him too. He won’t. But then Tony is gone, and Peter has to scramble to keep his ment- his father’s ashes from blowing away. Just as Peter gathers them all to mourn, he’s gone.

Then somehow he’s back on Earth, outside of his and May’s apartment. As soon as he opens the door he kicks over a pile of dust. He kicks over his aunt. His Aunt May, the strong and beautiful woman that raised him when the world seemed determined to end them, reduced to a pile of ash on the carpet.

And, of course, just before he startles awake, Ben shows up. Never in his life had Peter ever seen Ben scream at someone. Now he sees it every night. He reminds Peter of what a disappointment he is. How Tony should be alive. How Peter should be dead. How it was Peter’s fault for not getting the gauntlet from Thanos.

Then, without fail, he wakes up and cries with the blue space assassin woman until he falls back into unconsciousness. Then it starts all over again.

Nebua, for being a space assassin, isn't nearly as scary as she says she is. She's helped him through his nightmares, cleaned up his wounds, and has always given him the better rations. Alternatively, he's tried helping her feel… alive. Less machine, more… being? It was obviously hard at first. She would instantly close herself off and move away from him. Telling him to “mind your own business, unless you like being headless”.

So, you might ask, how has a sixteen-year-old mutant earthling managed to humanize one of the most dangerous women in the entire galaxy? The answer is simple: Paper Football.

"Wraa!!" Nebula growls, her metal hand curling into a fist. Her other hand grips her water glass until it groans under the pressure.

Peter, who’s spider sense had spiked, smiles lightly and picks up the small paper triangle. "It's cool Ms. Nebula! This game is kind of hard. My friend Ned and I play this aaaall the time when we get bored. So I'm basically, like, an expert." He hands her the paper football again and positions his fingers in the shape of a field goal.

Nebula flicks the paper, but it veers to the right. She shows nearly no weakness, but folds and nervously bites her lip. Peter can see she’s expecting… something. Punishment? Probably. Honestly he isn’t too surprised, unfortunately, considering who her dad is. "I would like to try again." She mumbles.

Peter smiles a little wider and picks up the paper triangle. He quickly fixes one of the corners then hands it back to her. "Yeah go ahead!"

Nebula takes it, she nervously eyes Peter but quickly buries her nervousness. A new determination grows and she flicks it. It sails through the finger goal, and Peter could swear that her eyes grew 3x bigger. He lets out a surprised laugh and leans back with his arms up. "Oh my Thor! Ms. Nebula you won!"

It takes a second for her to process it, but once Nebula realizes what he’s said her mouth twitches up into a near smile. Though she never does smile, Peter can tell how happy she is when she finally lets out a breath. "This was… fun."

Peter rests his elbows on the table and moves his hands around excitedly as he speaks. "Yeah, it's really good to help pass the time! I’ve never played with someone as good as you! And I’ve played this, like, a whole bunch. Mr. Stark and I…” Peter pauses. The black pit in his chest suddenly grows larger, “We uhm.. used to play it. A lot."

Both of their smiles fade as the weight of Peter’s words set in. They sit in an awkward silence, each finding something else to look at, before Peter speaks up again. "Ms. Nebula… how long do you think we'll be here?"

Nebula shuts her eyes, refusing to look at him, and breathes sharply out her nose. "Do not call me Ms. Nebula. Also…” She sighs “ I am not sure. The fuel is running out, fast. One of the processors is acting up and… food is getting low."

Peter nods solemnly and turns to the window. Basically, they have two options. Either shoot straight to earth in a shitty ship and hope they don't die. Or go to the nearest planet and hope the aliens there aren't hostile. So, in all reality, they’re doomed. He runs his fingers through his curls and sighs. ‘Oh Thor, I so need a shower.’

He looks down at his web-shooters. He presses a small button and a little web-cartridge pops out. Peter puts a hand over his mouth and tries to hold back his tears. The ashes in the cartridge spin as he turns it in his fingers.'What would Mr. Stark do?'

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If you had asked Peter three days ago where he would be today he probably would have said dying. Unfortunately, he wouldn’t have been wrong.

Peter winces as he shifts against the wall. He takes a deep, bone rattling breath, and shuts his eyes. Never in a million years had he thought this is how he would go. He knew being Spiderman would most likely catch up to him someday. He’d bleed out in an alley or be kidnapped by some psycho. Which, now that he thinks about it, is pretty gruesome. Though, slowly fading out billions of miles from home in a spaceship with a blue robot woman isn’t much better. It sounds like something straight out of Star Wars. Ned would be so jealous.

Well, not of Peter dying. That’s kind of an issue. A big issue.

Though, he can’t say it was unexpected. Both he and Nebula knew he might not make it to Earth. When Nebula finally announced that the fuel had run out, as well as the food, he knew he was screwed. But now, as they float aimlessly through space, all he can think about is May.

He never did give her a proper goodbye all those days (weeks?) ago. If only he could hug her again, and smell her sweet honey scent, and tell her he loves her over and over until he passes out from lack of oxygen. And he will, as soon as they get home. If she’s even still around. If Peter even makes it that long. Suddenly, he gets an idea.

Peter drags his tongue across his cracked lips and gives a small sigh, then activates his nanite mask. He hasn’t activated it since… well, it’s been a while. So, as he focuses on the nanites forming over his face, it’s slightly startling when Karen speaks. “Hello Peter. Your vitals seem extremely low. Shall I engage in Tattletale Protocol?”

Peter bites his upper lip. There’s no tears to hold back anymore, so he can’t cry no matter how much he wants to. He’s been in so much agony that he doesn’t even remember when the tears just stopped flowing.

Ever since the shut down, every fiber in his bones had throbbed from malnutrition and hunger. Now his skin hangs limp where once youthful and strong muscles had been. Peter knows his healing can do nothing to help either. If anything, it’s making it worse. Though, with every stabbing pain, he’s reminded that the hole in his heart where he’d held Mr. Stark aches even more.

“No Karen,” he rattles out another shaky breath then continues, “I- I don’t think Mr. Stark will be able to ah… to answer right now. You know what would be really… really awesome though?”

The A.I. is silent for a moment then, in a somehow more solemn tone, “I can do anything you wish Peter. Please proceed.”

“Could you.. Could you please start a voice recording?”

“Of course Peter.” I takes a second, then a small flashing light appears in the array of holograms in front of his eyes. Peter licks his lips again and rests his head back against the wall.

“You may begin Peter.”

“Oh uhm.. okay... Hey May. I know you ah- you’re most likely searching the world for me right now. Making sure I’m not… you know.. gone. Well, I mean, that’s as long as you’re still around I guess. If you find this then, um, just know that I love you. So much. And uhm.. Please tell Ned that I love him too… he- he’s my best friend and I wouldn’t be here without him. I love you both so.. So much. More than anything. Oh! And MJ too. I never got to tell her to her face but… I love her too. Anyways… I guess this is goodbye.” Peter pauses and takes another rattled breath. “When I drift off, I’ll think of you guys. It’s always you guys.”

Peter sniffles. As he moves to sit up a cough racks his small frame. His back slams against the wall as he tries to sit up. “Karen uh… can you- can you end it? The um… the recording.”

The blinking light suddenly disappears and the mask retracts. Peter’s vision grows spotty while his eyes readjust to the dim emergency lights. His starts swimming as the world tips sideways, and then, he’s floating. Like a puppet having its strings cut, he lists sideways limplessly. Before he can hit the ground, metallic hands gently catch him by the shoulders. He’s propped back upright and a cold finger brushes a curl away from his eyes. His vision clears slightly and Nebula’s worried face softens as she realizes he recognizes her..

She gives him a small squeeze on the shoulder, and smiles. “It is okay Peter. I know you’re tired.”

Peter gives her the best smile he can muster. She runs a hand through his hair and then puts her arms under him. She easily lifts him into the air and carries him across the ship. Nebula gently places him in Quill’s Captain Chair and makes sure he’s comfortable. As soon as she is satisfied, she goes back to the main area. Nebula begins working on… who knows what. Though, honestly, Peter really couldn’t care less.

Everything just feels… floaty. Is that a word? FlOatyyy. It’s a funny word.

His eyes are floaty now too. So, so floaty…

They’re floating away! Up and up… and up. They’re going somewhere dark.

Peter really doesn’t like the dark.

Maybe the bright lady in the window can save his eyes before they float away. He really needs his eyes back…

Maybe they’ll come back…

When he wakes up…

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Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20403511/chapters/52643932#workskin