#also being able to see midtown live????

[apollo3-1-5]

I met gabe saporta!!!!

[keerysfreckles]

your kiss - peter parker

pairing: tom!peter x f!reader

summary: peter, your best friend, also known as spiderman swings into your bedroom after a night of patrolling and finds you asleep on your desk. he tries his best to be quiet while tidying up your room, but things change - for the better ?

warnings: PURE FLUFF!!! use of y/n and she/her pronouns

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peter parker has always been enthralled by y/n. ever since the first day of freshman year, since the two were biology lab partners. the two were quick to have a connection, and were soon best friends by the end of the first semester.

he was enticed by her. the way her hair bounced on her shoulders as she walked from classes. or the way her eyes lit up at the mention of her favorite book. he especially loved how her smile got slightly wider once he stepped in the room.

y/n was always on his mind. whether it be a reminder for him to ask how her day was, or because he simply couldn't stop thinking about the girl.

lately y/n and peter haven't been able to talk much, due to peter being busy being the friendly neighborhood spiderman, and y/n was tackling college applications as well as essays and exams.

every friday night, peter would stop by y/n's apartment she lived in with her parents. her parents absolutely adored peter when she brought him over to study for an upcoming economy test.

this friday was no different, as peter finally swung on his last web to get to the girl's window. he caught his breath as he took his mask off, while sliding open y/n's bedroom window.

his feet hit the carpeted floor of y/n's room, and he smiles softly once he sees y/n asleep. her head was resting on her folded arms, which were covering pages of her unfinished essay. her computer was open and on the dim screen was a half finished college application. peter chuckled quietly, as he closed the window, and threw his mask at the edge of her bed.

peter made his way towards y/n's desk and turned off the lamp. he closed her laptop, and tried his best to clean up the supplies the girl wasn't laying on. peter also couldn't help but notice she was wearing his midtown sweatshirt. he must've left it over one time, and now he was glad he did. he thought she looked adorable in it.

as peter was moving the books off the desk and towards y/n's bookshelf, y/n lifted her head from her arms, and rubbed the drool that was leaving her lips. she turned in her desk chair, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

"pete? what are you doing here?" her voice was quiet, and hoarse considering she just woke up.

peter walks over towards her, "just doing my weekly check in. i see you're still busy with college stuff."

y/n only nods, and peter notices her shoulders tense at the mention of it.

"how were the streets of queens tonight?" y/n asks the superhero, as he sits on her bed and she starts to clean up her desk.

"they were alright," peter shrugged, "i caught a guy stealing from the deli. so i guess that's something."

y/n nodded intently, as he continued to tell her about his night. peter couldn't help but let his eyes trail over y/n's figure as she sat on top of her desk across from her bed.

y/n couldn't help but let her eyes go back and forth between his face and his body in his spider suit.

as y/n was not-so-discretly looking over peter's body, peter smirked. "why are you staring at me like that y/n?" he let out a breathy laugh, mostly out of nerves.

y/n's face instantly changed into a shade of red. "i wasn't staring," she lies.

out of no where, peter suddenly gains confidence. he isn't sure where it comes from, but before he knows how to stop, he's walking towards y/n. he simply stood in front of the girl, his hands were placed on both of her bare knees.

peter's voice is soft, scared if he spoke any louder he'd scare y/n off. "i don't know what it is about you y/n, but i've always been captived by you."

"captived?" y/n reiterates, surprised at the confession by the boy. her cheeks grow hotter as peter moves forward, now standing directly in between y/n's thighs. his hands don't leave her legs, while his thumbs rub comforting circles over her skin.

"why do you think i stop by here every week?" he honestly asks.

y/n shrugs, as her brain becomes foggy at the close proximity of the pair, "because you care about me?"

peter slightly chuckles, "well yeah i care about you. but it's mainly an excuse so i can see you."

y/n doesn't know how to respond, and is grateful once peter continues, "i've liked you since the first day of freshman year. i've always liked you y/n. even when you dated that douchebag jonathan, and came home crying almost every night because of him. i've liked you since sophomore formal, and i got enough courage to ask you to dance with me. i've liked you since i told you i was spiderman, basically trusting you with the biggest secret of my entire life. and i've liked you since you started applying to all these colleges. i've always liked you y/n."

y/n's silent, as she takes in all of peter's words. of course they all caught her by surprise. she's liked peter since the night of the sophomore formal. she remembers the night vividly. how she danced with peter, and got milkshakes with him afterwards.

peter's voice gets caught in his throat, creating a more raspiness to it as his leans closer towards y/n and whispers, "if you don't want me to kiss you, just say so."

only a moment passes before y/n's the one to lean forward, connecting her lips to peter's. her hands move to his shoulders, and peter kisses her with such force. he's been waiting to kiss the girl for four years, of course there's going to be force behind it.

"wow," y/n whispers as peter pulls away. her hands don't leave his shoulders, and only move to his neck to lightly play with the curls at the base of his neck.

peter looks down to his midtown sweatshirt y/n's wearing, "y'know, i could get used to you wearing my clothes."

y/n giggles, a hard blush forming on her cheeks. peter leans forward and kisses y/n's lips again, much quicker than before.

"how would you feel about being spiderman's girlfriend?" peter asks.

"it would be an honor," y/n giggles once again, before pulling peter in again and kissing his lips. that wasn't the only kiss shared for the rest of the night.

[avengerscompound]

The Interview - Chapter 12

The Interview - A Captain America Fanfic

Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Rating:  E

Warnings: Mentions of sex

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Melody Danes

Word Count:   1831

Summary:  Melody Danes gets the break of a lifetime when as a lowly intern, she’s assigned to write a profile piece on Captain America.  Steve Rogers is a hard man not to fall for and as she and Melody get closer and Melody’s career takes off, jealousy leads to sabotage, and the potential to bring her whole world crashing down.

Chapter 12

The trip away with Steve seemed to cement what Melody and Steve had as a committed romantic relationship rather than just two people seeing if they hit it off.  In the handful of weeks since the trip they had started to dot in more domestic dates around their more romantic ones.  They were both still very busy with their prospective jobs, but he’d duck around to the DB to meet her for lunch on any day he was free.  She’d go to the tower after work a few days a week between her time in the office at the DB and her waitressing job.  On her days off she would sleep over at the tower and have dinner and breakfast in his apartment, and despite neither of them being fantastic cooks, they’d make the effort to cook together.  They’d even started doing things like going to the supermarket together, not because Steve needed to, but because he wanted to spend that time with Melody.

The weekend away had also been fantastic for Bobbi and Bucky’s relationship.  While Melody didn’t know exactly what had happened behind the scenes, Melody had told Bobbi that she should be safe telling Bucky that she was a trans woman.  A week after that, Bucky had started sleeping over.

Bobbi was busier than Melody and her moments with Bucky were stolen in the middle of the night.  He’d meet her at work and they’d sneak into the apartment together, and the following day, she and Bucky would often end up catching the train back into the city with Melody.  The development in the relationship did highlight one thing.

Melody really needed to move.

Bucky was such a quiet man in every other aspect of his life.  Snarky for sure.  Flirty.  But quiet.  That wasn’t true for the bedroom.  She could be fast asleep when they snuck in at two in the morning and they wouldn’t wake her until the moans and banging of the bed against the wall woke her up.

The time of sharing a one-bedroom apartment might be coming to a close.

When Bobbi and Melody had first moved to New York, they’d barely had a dollar between them.  They’d found the cheapest possible place they could find while staying on the island of Manhattan and keeping their travel time into Midtown feasible.  That place was the one-bedroom flat in a run-down apartment complex on the Upper West Side.  They’d both needed to work two jobs to cover rent and utilities, and their expendable income didn’t always leave enough for anything else.  Their social lives and whether they ate sometimes came down to the generosity of the people who employed them.  As they’d established themselves more, Bobbi had gotten the better paying and more reliable work and she’d practically been supporting Melody while she tried to make it as a writer.

Now Melody could officially say she’d made it.  Money was still tight, but she was making enough with the column to pay rent and expenses.  With the profile pieces and waitressing work, she was feeling fairly comfortable.  There was a little savings nest growing in her bank account.  Not to mention the Daily Bugle was looking at yet another branching off into online content of a similar vein to BuzzFeed and she’d been approached to work as an editor and curator for it, as she was the youngest person on the team, and she had built a good rapport with quite a few celebrities.  If she took the job, she’d not only be able to return the favor Melody had paid her and support her as she focused more on her acting career, but they might be able to afford to pay for a two-bedroom apartment as well.

Melody was up and dressed, sitting at the kitchen table with her laptop writing.  Which mostly involved checking her finances and browsing the internet for apartments for rent while occasionally clicking back on her document link and adding another sentence to her piece.  She had her headphones in playing music a little louder than she normally would because about an hour into her work, that now, way too familiar moaning and banging of the headboard and started up in the bedroom.

It meant that she didn’t notice when Bobbi came out of the bedroom looking disheveled in her mismatched cami set and went into the bathroom.  She didn’t notice when she came back out and knocked on the bedroom door before heading over to Melody and looking over her shoulder.  She didn’t notice Bucky coming out of the bedroom in just a pair of boxer shorts and heading into the bathroom.  So when Bobbi tapped her on the shoulder, Melody nearly jumped out of her skin.

She pulled her earbuds out and looked up at her cousin.  “You scared the shit out of me.”

“I thought you would be with Steve,” she said.  “What are you doing here?  Looking for a new apartment?” 

Melody spun around in her chair and clapped her hands on her thighs.  “I have news!”

“Please don’t tell me you and Steve are thinking of moving in with each other,” she said.  “It is way too soon for that!”

“I’m not moving in with Steve,” Melody laughed.  “Jesus, Bobbi.  He took me out of town to do the deed for the first time, you think we’d be moving in three weeks later?  We haven’t even said the ‘L’ word yet.”

“So what are you doing?” she asked, standing back and folding her arms.

“So I don’t know if you know this, but you and Bucky are extremely loud when you fuck,” Melody answered.

Bobbi yelped and covered her face.  “What?  Oh no! I mean, yes I know but I didn’t know you could hear us!  Oh my god!  Mel!  I’m so sorry!  Oh my god, please don’t move out!  I’ll muffle him somehow.”

“I’m not going to move out!” Melody laughed, taking Bobbi by the wrists and pulling her hands down.  “Look.  When we moved here and I got the internship, you told me to take it and that you’d pay a bigger portion of the rent so I could work toward getting my dream job as a writer. I know you’ve been chasing yours too, but I always said if I make it, I’d tell you to quit your job and take over that part of the rent because it’s only fair you get to devote your time to chasing yours.”

“You know I have been,” she said. “I act.  I audition.”

“Yeah, but you work all the time,” Melody argued.  “And besides - there’s been a development.  The Daily Bugle is branching out into light online content aimed at people in their twenties.  You know - quizzes, silly interviews, the kind of product reviews where you just sit and eat fifty types of cookies in a row and rank them?  And I’ve been asked to head it.”

“Are you serious?” Bobbi squealed, grabbing Melody’s hands and jumping up and down.  “Oh my god!  That’s amazing!  You’re doing it!  We need to celebrate!”

Melody couldn’t help the huge smile that broke out on her face.  She hadn’t told anyone about the impending promotion.  It was new, but Bobbi was the person she told these things to first.  Bobbi pulled her into a hug and rocked her side to side.

“Okay, okay,” Melody laughed, hugging the taller woman back.  “It’s not official yet.  They might decide I’m not qualified enough - which quite frankly would be fair.”

“Still,” Bobbi said, pulling back to look at her. “The fact they even came to you with the possibility is amazing!”

“And it means we can get a bigger place, and if you want you can just have a normal human amount of jobs because I can pay the bigger amount of rent now!” Melody said.

“Oh my god!” Bobbi squealed and started jumping up and down with Melody.  “Can you even imagine it?  We can have an actual living room!”

“And you guys can be super noisy and I won’t hear!” Melody added.  “And you should see the ones I think we can afford.  One is two stories!  And one has a washer and drier!”

“We won’t have to cart our stuff to a laundromat!” Bobbi squealed.

Melody stopped and pulled back, taking her hands.  “And Bobbi… I probably shouldn’t be saying this, partially because it’s still up in the air, and even if I will get the job and even if I do, I don’t know how much final say I get on every aspect,” she babbled.

“What,” Bobbi said, sharply shaking Melody’s hands to snap her out of it. “Tell me.”

“Well we need presenters, and I think I might be one of the people who get to choose.  It probably won’t just be up to me, but if you wanted it, I am fairly sure I could pull strings to get you an audition,” she said.

“What?” she yelped.  “Oh my god, that would be amazing!”

The women began to jump up and down, screaming again, hugging each other tightly.

Bucky stepped out of the bathroom and watched them with an amused expression on his face.  “What are we celebrating?” he said, his voice still gravelly with sleep.

“Mel is getting a promotion and we might be able to move into a bigger place!” Bobbi said.

“Congratulations!” Bucky said, with a sleepy smile.  “Does Steve know?”

Melody shook her head.  “No.  I wanted to tell Bobbi first.  And it’s not official anyway.”

“He’ll love to hear it.  If you want to call him we can take you out for a celebratory lunch before this one has to get to work again,” he said.  “I mean the two of us can take you if you want to keep it a secret from Steve.  I’ll pay.”

“You don’t have to do that,” Melody said. “But I will tell him.”

“Oh let him,” Bobbi said.  “It’ll be nice.”

“Okay,” Melody conceded.  “Thank you, Bucky.  But nothing too expensive.  Just a diner.”

“You call Steve, and we’ll take a shower,” he said.

He grabbed Bobbi’s hand and pulled her toward the bathroom again.

“Hey, Bobbi,” Melody called as Bucky led her toward the bathroom.  Bobbi looked back at her, and Melody pressed a finger to her lips.  “Shhh…”

Bobbi squawked and broke down into giggles. “I’ll do my best.”

When they were out of the room, Melody relaxed again, closing out the tabs on her phone.  It felt like her life had reached a massive turning point.  She was in a serious relationship.  She had a proper career that was progressing quickly, and she was close to living in an apartment with her own room.  She’d had her break, and everything was falling into place.  She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, and for a second, she just enjoyed that feeling before she picked up her headphones, put them back in her ears, and called Steve.

// NEXT

[averagewriter-inthedark]

Family of Heroes 🪪 | Everett Ross Heacanon

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Having a family with Everett Ross would look like:

So if you’re an avenger/shield agent and fall in love with the silver fox that is Agent Everett Ross then there is no hiding the world of heroes from your children. After getting married/being partners for a long time you both eventually have/adopt a couple of kids and raise them in the New York/Quantico area.

Considering they grew up with parents who were federal agents, they were likely drawn to the field of criminology, intelligence, security, etc. Or possibly were talented when it came to mechanics, math, physics. Either which way you’re kids were top of their classes and managed to attend some of the most prestigious schools in the county. MIT, NYU, Cornell would be knocking on y’all’s door with scholarships and grants just to have your kids attend.

If you’re living in New York then they’d attend Midtown with Peter, MJ, and Ned. Of course with Peter being Spider-Man and knowing you, there’s a chance your kids knew his secret before the others. Hell, wouldn’t be surprised if Peter may have fanboyed when he learned that you were the parent of his friends. “That’s so cool your parents are agents—and one is an avenger!” “Only thing that sucks about it is I can never hide anything. Bad grades, relationships, sneaking out at night. They’ll always know.”

I can see you having a daughter who was like Everett with passions for intelligence. She’d come to his office just to watch him work and get a feel of what it was like to be an agent. When it came to intuition she was a natural at catching when something was suspicious. She was also great at analyzing—whether it be data, a crime scene, or body language.

Your son would have interests similar to you—wanting to be in the field or creating inventions that gave him abilities. He was very hands on, loved working on cars or building things from scratch. Don’t be surprised if he noted Bruce Banner or Tony Stark as his idols.

If your kids were into sports you’d go to every game. If they loved the arts you went to every performance, gallery, recital. Sometimes you’d be running late because of work, but you always made it up to them by taking them out to dinner or ice cream to get that quality time in. It was hard being a superhero and raising children, but with Ev by your side you both were able to put a healthy balance on things.

Early on your children were taught self-defense. Boxing, marital arts, how to disarm someone, and everything in between that would help them kick someone’s ass if they were attacked. Being that you and Everett’s jobs come with enemies there is always that risk they would target your kids. “You must be quick and sharp—anything less will give them the advantage.” “You know,” *catches breath* “This is really some parent-child bonding you got going on.” “Quality time, training, and life lessons all wrapped into one. Ain’t that something.”

When the topic of your kids joining the Young Avengers arose, you both were very hesitant. They were in college or about to graduate and your daughter had even applied for the CIA with your son building a prototype suit. It got the attention of a lot of people and you were already dealing with the stress of the Thunderbolts forming. “They are kids, Everett! They cannot handle the things we see—at least not yet!” “Believe me, honey, I agree with you. But they are technically adults and it’s not like they’ll be alone. They want us, Sam, Strange, Carol and Okoye to supervise them.” It did little to ease your worry, but at least you’d have some say in the matters.

No longer were you and Ev just their parents, but also their bosses. You both had control along with the other Avengers over whether or not the Young Avengers would get involved in conflicts. First thing that took place of course was months of training and teaching the kids (even if they were adults you still looked at them as kids) what and what not to do in a situation. Last thing y’all wanted was another Accords scenario.

“C’mon send us out! We can help you guys!” “You know the deal—once you pass your field exams then you can do missions. Until then you’re grounded here.”

“If Hydra’s been behind it the whole time then does that mean you guys didn’t check to see that you got them all in 2015?” “Honey, please, do not remind me because I’ll only get angry—not at you but at the situation. I need to have a word with Fury on what the hell went wrong.”

While you may be strict with the Young Avengers, best believe if someone insulted, attacked, or patronizing toward them you’d go ape shit. Oh and if Secretary Ross were to try something….Let’s just say Everett once had to pull you back from doing something that would’ve had you arrested. “He doesn’t have the right to get involved in what they do—or threaten them with prison after they saved the world!” “And don’t give him the satisfaction of locking you up, Y/n. You know he’s waiting for us to step out of line.”

If there is one thing the government realized quick when you and Everett decided to expand the Ross’ legacy, is to never underestimate a family full of heroes.

[letstrythisout4]

Trust Me- Chapter 4

Masterlist

When Matt arrived at the address Frank had sent and noticed a rapid heartbeat, he was more than a little worried. Apparently that heartbeat came from a man who went by the name “Micro”. Micro was clearly not excited to be here. He sat on the far end of the room, surrounded by computers and Matt could hear his muffle breath, probably wearing some type of mask to hide his face.

“Let’s get started, yeah?” The man said, eyeing the way Frank was making himself at home, disassembling his handgun and beginning to clean it. “You’ve got a name for me?”

“Peter Parker, high schooler in Queens, friends with a girl named MJ.” Matt was prepared to continue when Micro began to speak.

“Found him. Peter Benjamin Parker. Race: White. Height: 5’10. Age:” he gave a low whistle “sixteen, on the younger end of sixteen. Family: Richard and Mary Parker, deceased. Was taken in by his Uncle Benjamin Parker and Aunt May Parker, Ben is also deceased.” The man muttered as he leaned into the computers to get a better look. “He lives with May now. She works twelve hour shifts in a hospital working as a nurse.” 

“What’s his school life look like?” Luke asked from where he was leaning on a wall.

“Umm, he’s smart. He goes to ‘Midtown School of Science and Technology’; which is a super expensive private school. He got in on scholarship after getting a 99 cumulative grade on the entry exams. Only one other kid got the scholarship, super competitive entry…at least for those who can’t afford to buy their way in.”

“His friend?” Jessica drawled.

The clicking of Micros keyboard continued, “There is no “MJ”. But, there is a Michelle Jones-Watson that goes to his school. African-American, 5’3, sixteen but turning seventeen later this year. Uhhhhh, her father was in the air-force, her entire dad side of the family has some history of being in the military. Mom is an immigrant from the Dominican Republic, no siblings. She is the other scholarship kid, and scored a 90." He turned in his chair to look at the vigilantes. 

“When does the kids' aunt get off of work?” Frank asked, whipping his hands that had been smeared black from his gun with a rag.

“7am, so nine-ish hours from now.” 

Frank leaned back, “Let’s all kill some time and meet up in Queens at 6:30. We’ll wait for his aunt to get into their apartment and then go have a chat.”

A loud choking noise came from Micro, “Let me suggest that someone other than you and Daredevil go be the ones to talk to her. Respectfully, it's not exactly… thrilling to have vigilantes and mass murders ambush someone at their home.” he said, staring hard at Frank. 

“If I’m not going I need you to give us something that’ll let me hear and see everything.” Micro opened his mouth to argue, “Either wire us up or I’m going in. I’m not leaving this alone.”

Micro’s chair squeaked quietly as he turned, apparently thinking it over, “I have a small camera with a mic that one of you can wear but I want it back.” he said, speaking with more strength than Matt expected him to be able to speak with. 

“You’ll get it back.” Frank swore.

“...Fine.”

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The Parkers lived in one of the several apartment buildings in Queens. The area was not a good one, Matt kept veering off course to stop crimes which caused him to show up last of the group. The vigilantes were unnervingly serious. There was no banter, Jessica wasn’t drinking, Luke's leg wouldn’t stop bouncing and Frank just kept loading and unloading his handgun. The steady click-click click-click click-click was starting to drive Matt insane but he was stopped from yelling when he heard a simple conversation begin.

“Peter! You’ve gotta leave or you’ll be late”, the sound of a body hitting a wall was clear, “Don’t break through the wall to leave though. It’s not that serious.”

“Ha ha ha, you’re hilarious. You should quit being a nurse and become a stand-up comedian, I’d support you.” 

“She’s home, he’s leaving.” Matt reported, catching the attention of his fellow vigilantes.

He heard the boy say goodbye before giving his aunt a short hug and barreling out the door. From there he focused on the woman. Her heartbeat was steady and her footsteps were heavy as if she were dragging herself around. “We should go in thirty minutes to give him some time to get out of range.”

They waited, every second feeling like an eon, before Luke stood up saying, “Time’s up. Let’s go.” The group had decided he and Jessica would go to speak to her as they were the least intimidating out of the four, thanks to Jessica’s low(ish) profile and Luke’s reputation as a beloved hero. Jessica had the camera attached to her jacket and Matt and Frank sat around the tablet connected to it, eagerly listening to the impending conversation.

The two slipped into the building and knocked on the apartment given by Micro. “Oh, so you’re who he was warning me about. Come on in.” was what they were greeted with when the door opened.

After sharing a look they walked in, “Warned you?” Jessica asked.

“Why don’t you explain yourself first, yeah? You were the ones who came to speak to me.” May spoke as if it was a genuine offer but the implication was clear that she wasn’t going to tell them shit until they said what she was looking for. 

They watched as the woman walked over to the kitchen table and sat down continuing to eat what looked like…Fruit Loops. They looked at each other again and after debating silently Luke said, “We wanted to talk about your nephew.”

She stared at them expectantly, “What about him?”

“He’s Spider-Man.”

For a long moment nobody spoke or moved, “God dammit. If this stupid thing froze, I’m going to give him hell.” Frank swore from where he and Matt sat on the roof across the road.

Before he could continue to threaten the life of Micro they heard, “What does that have to do with you?”

“Excuse me?” Luke and Jessica said unanimously.

“What does that have to do with you?” May asked again. When they didn’t respond she continued, setting down her spoon, “See, here’s what I think happened/is happening and feel free to tell me I’m wrong. But from where I’m sitting it looks like you found out -somehow- that he is Spider-Man. Then went out of your way to find who knows what information and then came here to tell me that he is Spider-Man, as if I don’t already know.”

“I’m going to go ahead and assume - for my sanity and your safety- that you did this out of concern. But now that you have told me, this is what’s going to happen: you are going to get rid of any and all information you have on Peter, me and anything else you have in relation to us; then you are going to leave us the hell alone.”

“You’re just going to let him keep going?” Luke asked judgmentally. “You’re okay with the messes he’s putting himself into?”

May sat back in her chair and crossed her arms, “Have you ever raised a toddler?” 

The vigilantes didn’t respond. 

“Or an elementary schooler or a middle schooler or a highschooler or really any child, ever? No. No, I didn't think so. So let me put this into perspective for you. I love Peter. I raised Peter.  Watched him grow into the person he is now. That person has abilities no one else has. That person has a heart bigger than he knows what to do with. That person will not look away when he knows there's something he can do.” 

She took a breath, “I don’t love it. In helping others he is putting himself in danger and everytime he comes back hurt a part of me dies inside, but this is who he is. He will put others before him and he is too strong for me to stop him. I literally couldn’t stop him if I tried. And believe me I tried.” she gave a soulless laugh. “But really, none of this is any of your fucking business. He is my kid. Mine. Not yours, not anyone else's. And my kid has been given an impossible situation and now he is managing as best as he can. And that is all I can ask of him.”

“But what-”

“I’m not done.” May said cutting off Jessica. “That’s all I can ask of him…you though. I can tell you to stay out of his way. You have no place in this conversation. You don’t like that he’s Spider-Man? You want him to stop? Too fucking bad. If he won’t stop when I ask him to, he sure as hell isn’t going to when you tell him to. And good fucking luck trying to force him to stop, he is stubborn and strong and smart like no other and he will just embarrass you, so step away now.”

Frank slumped against the wall they were sitting on, “I fucking knew it.”

“Oh congratulations, Frank. You were right, the sixteen year old isn’t going to stop throwing himself off buildings.” Matt mocked.

“Shut the hell up you-” 

May interrupted him from where they were watching the scene on the tablet, “Do you have anything else you want to say?”

“How do you sleep at night?” Jessica asked, looking at the woman who was so accepting of the fact that her nephew may die at any moment.

May gave a small smile, “I don’t.”

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“What now?” Micro asked.

“I don’t know about you all but I’m going to keep an eye out for him and give him my number.” Frank said, pulling out a box full of bullets and magazines from under the table he was sitting at; he began to load the magazines ignoring the groan that came from Micro.

“Please stop leaving your weapons here.”

“No.” 

“Give him your number then what?” Luke prompted, sounding tired.

“Tell him to let me know if he needs anything.” 

“You really do only care about kids and dogs, huh?” Jessica asked.

“Yes. Listen I have some business I have to deal with in Queens, which means that the kid will also be there. I’ll give him a burner with all of our numbers. I’ll tell him to call me if he needs anything and that he should only call you guys if there’s an emergency. Is that fair?”

The group was in agreement and as Matt began to leave the building he heard Micro tell Frank, “Give him my number too. I completely understand what May was talking about, and I know you do too. He isn’t that much older than my kids and I don’t know if I’ll be able to sleep knowing that I didn’t at least try.”

[fidandursun]

⸻ ayça ayşin turan, 31, cis female, she/her // in the MIDTOWN neighborhood of Wilmington, you’ll find FIDAN DURSUN who’s lived there for THIRTY-ONE YEARS and they spend their days working as a FOOD AND WINE CRITIC + FOOD BLOGGER. They’ve been described as CREATIVE, PASSIONATE, HEDONISTIC, AND FOOLHARDY by the people that know them. This is his story.

“We lead our lives like water flowing down a hill, going more or less in one direction until we splash into something that forces us to find a new course.”

triggers: loose mentions of drug use

One year prior to Fidan Dursun’s first moments into the world her parents had immigrated from Turkey to Wilmington, NC. It was a difficult move and a tough decision to leave the culture and family they knew behind for the opportunities that were promised in Wilmington but Fidan’s parent were nothing if not daring and courageous. Setting down roots in a foreign and unfamiliar place had been tough but the small family persevered and found their way through the twists and turns of life. They started off small and humble in South Hills and grew their jewelry business from the ground up.

Throughout most of her childhood Fidan felt as though she didn’t€™t really fit in. Making connections with other kids and relating to them was challenge due to her home life being so vastly different as her parents stayed true to their Turkish culture and customs. Eventually through her passion for cuisine and the artistry behind a chefs work, she began to come out of her shell and her personality started to shine. It was community classes at the local college or rec center that her parents had entered her in that started off her life long passion for the culinary arts. From then on the dream was to be one of the greatest chefs in the world. Fidan wanted her own show on tv just like the personalities she watched and supported like a religion.

Instead of university, which she chose to forgo for culinary school, she pursued her dreams by following a blueprint of someone like Anthony Bourdain. A chef and human being she admired on too many levels. Without intention Fidan’s experiences mirrored his a little too closely. Her first jobs at restaurants made her feel a bit like a rockstar and she enjoyed the rush. Sometimes even dabbled in the extremes that kind of life offered. The best thing was the opportunities that came her way and who she was able to work under. Most of the time Fidan jumped around, worked whatever gig she was offered no matter where it took her, like New York or Los Angeles.

It was the jobs she took in Paris and London where big mistakes were made. Not only were important things left behind at a moment's notice in leaving the US for amazing opportunities, Fidan also lived it up a little too hard. Eventually leaving herself open for big mistakes that cost her way too much. Not only had Fidan missed work, shown up late, took advantage of the names she was working with for clout and notoriety, but she also unintentionally stole from the restaurants. Whether it was giving away incredibly expensive ingredients, free meals worth hundreds to thousands, there was also the partying that caused her to show up drunk and still strung out on occasions.

Being reprimanded, fired, and a sore note put on her name devastated Fidan. Not only had she taken everything for-granted, she destroyed connections and ruined her future. In an industry where reputation meant everything, she'd become blacklisted by the people at the top. Coming home to Wilmington a failure and with her tail between her legs, Fidan was forced to start all over from the bottom and to do so with a name that no one wanted to see. Eventually after tireless toil and continuing to prove herself the immediate glare of her actions had waved off. The blog she'd begun, The Foodie Diaries, had taken off, making her popular on social media. Then big publications began asking for her two cents in the ways of writing reviews of restaurants and chefs. With that a new career within her dream industry took off. The only focus now is not to ruin what she'd rebuilt.

[ctrsara]

Fanfiction Masterlist

Irondad/Spiderson Series:

Strands in the Rope series: A collection of chronological stories exploring how the relationship Tony and Peter seemed to have in Infinity War could have been built. Post Homecoming. Mostly from Tony's perspective, and is canon-complicit up until Infinity War. Complete!

Unbroken Strands series: A continuation of Strands in the Rope. No more canon, though. Doing something totally different with these characters! Picking up where Infinity War would have happened. In progress, hoping to update one to three times a month.

From the Same Star series: Soulmate AU featuring Peter Parker/Original Character(romantic soulmates) and Peter Park & Tony Stark (father/son, platonic soulmates). The first two installments (Complete!) are set about 11 years after Homecoming (Infinity War and Endgame didn't happen), and the third, (Hardly Coincidence) is a prequel I’m working through, and tells the story of how Peter/Tony found out they were soulmates and how they dealt with that.

Individual Stories and Collections:

200 Park Avenue (5+1) Peter hasn't seen Mr. Stark, or been able to go out as Spiderman since he turned down his invitation to join the Avengers a few weeks ago. He ends up at Stark Tower rather randomly, finding an unlikely hero in Mr. Stark's AI, then keeps returning for different purposes. Or 5 Times Peter Visited Stark Tower and 1 Time He Stayed

5 Times Peter Scared the Crap Out of Tony + 1 Time He Scared Everyone Else : Peter Parker is super animated, until he isn't. His habit of falling into a dead sleep at weird times or in weird places scares Tony on a regular basis as he gets to know (and love) him.

5 Times Tony’s Intern Almost Called Him "Dad" + 1 Time He Did The title explains it. :) A quick 5+1 for Comfortember 2023.

Comfortember 2022 One-Shots: Just what it sounds like. Short(ish) and sweet. Not connected, except by the event. (Also see the Comfortember 2023 collection!)

Emergency Contacts : Flash gets a hold of Peter's phone at a party, and can only access the emergency contacts. As a joke, in the heat of the moment, he texts a ransom message to the contact that says "Dad." He didn't expect a very angry Iron Man to show up minutes later.

Just Another FRIDAY (5+1): Peter's connection to Tony is public record if you know where to look. Peter still wants to stay at Midtown. To keep him safe, Tony simply installs FRIDAY in the school. Lots of busybody-ing, some helpfulness, a bit of hilarity, and a little saving-the-day ensue. Ned's POV.

Let Us Handle Them Carefully: Peter Parker lives with his parents in Manhattan, but spends as little time as possible at home. Ned and MJ have been a great support at he tries to navigate the after-effects of being bitten by an experimental spider from their lab, but he's trying to mostly figure that out on his own. His parent want him to apply for the Young Interns program at Stark Industries, even though they don't think much of Tony Stark. Post Age of Ultron, and there is unrest between the team and the governments, but Civil War is not a thing in this AU.

Visiting Hours : In a universe where he never invented time travel, and never brought anyone back, Tony Stark gets a late night visitor he never could have expected. Complete for now, but future chapters or “visits” could happen if I feel inspired.

(plus some other small stories I didn't want to write out here)

[sl-newsie]

New York At Christmas (Peter Parker x OC) *Christmas Special*

Summary: A newcomer visits the Rockefeller Center during Christmas time and meets a certain spider nerd. Is it just the magic of Christmas, or is there another warm feeling in the air? (Takes place after NWH)

“Ey, I’m walk’n here!” The angry man next to me continues to shout at the cab across the street.

“Cool!” I chuckle to myself. “He said the thing! I guess I really am in New York now!”

I’ve only been here half a week and I’m already taken back by the unfamiliar hustle and bustle of New York. The only reason I’m in town is to start at a nearby photography school next month, so obviously being from the country I’m certainly not used to the crowd.

“Watch it, lady!” Another taxi speeds past.

Although the gorgeous and grand Christmas ambiance has been magical, I can’t say the same for the people. It’s a miracle I haven’t run into trouble with gangs or muggers yet. I know it’s dangerous to walk at night, but how else am I supposed to enjoy the Christmas lights?

“I’ll never be able to hail a taxi,” I mutter to myself. “Guess I’ll take the long way to the park.”

Since I’m still new to the subway maps I’ve been having trouble navigating my way throughout the boroughs. My apartment is in Queens, but my destination is located in Midtown Manhattan.

I try to slink through the crowd without bumping into anyone, but am quick to fail. After I nearly run into a rugged, ferocious-looking brute, he grabs my arm and yanks me to face him.

“Watch where you’re going!” He barks. “Next time I won’t be so gentle.”

“Let her go, Travis. She won’t hurt anyone.” A voice speaks up from behind. It’s calm, but also firm.

The man called Travis huffs in annoyance and shoves me forward, almost making me lose my balance as I grip my purse. Thankfully the one who spoke on my behalf catches me, and I come face-to-face with a pair of soft brown eyes.

“H-Hi,” I stutter. 

“Hello,” the man says kindly. “That’s just Travis, he doesn’t bite. And where are you off to?” 

“Oh- right!” I catch my breath.  “The Rockefeller Center!”

He laughs. “Ah, another tourist!”

“Actually, no,” I correct him. “I live here now and I’ve always wanted to see the Rockefeller Christmas tree, so I figured I’d take advantage of my new lodgings.”

“Oh! That’s gotta be tough. Do you… want me to take you there? So you don’t get lost?” The man holds out a hand in friendship. “I’m Peter, by the way. Peter Parker.”

My instincts say this man is trustworthy, so I shake his hand. “Nice to meet you, Peter Parker. I’m Sarah. Sarah Williams. And yes, I’d love it if you showed me the way before I end up in a ditch.”

We both laugh and Peter gestures for me to follow him. Now that I’ve calmed down I can get a better look at him as we make our way through the concrete jungle. He’s almost a foot taller than me. Soft eyes, a few strands of brown hair poking out from under a winter knit cap, navy coat, jeans, and sneakers. I wanna say he’s around my age, but don’t want to assume anything.

“So it’s true what they say? ‘If I can make it here, I can make it anywhere?’”

Peter chuckles. “In a way, I guess. So Sarah, how are you liking New York?” He asks with genuine curiosity.

“Too loud,” I immediately answer, at which Peter laughs. “I’m serious! It was loud in the country, but with birds and the sound of rushing water. Not honking horns and screaming people. How can you stand it?”

Peter thinks for a minute. By now we’ve turned multiple corners, leading me to wonder how much longer we need to keep walking. I always forget just how big the city is.

“I can’t explain it, but there’s hidden gems throughout this place that I love. Certain restaurants, news stands, heck even the harbor has a great view.”

“View?” His comment sticks in my head. “What, do you climb the Williamsburg Bridge or something?”

I could be bonkers, but I swear I hear Peter mutter “You could say that” under his breath.

The TV blares overhead, outlining the top story about the latest sighting of the hero known as Spider-Man.

“Oh, I forgot all about him! Does he ever swing through Queens? That’s where my apartment is, and I was hoping to maybe snap a few practice pictures.

Peter looks at me as if I’ve just offered him a million bucks. “Are you kidding? I’m into photography too!”

“Seriously? That’s awesome!” My brain starts whizzing with ecstatic thoughts. “Could you maybe give me some pointers? Or maybe… Do you know where to find Spider-Man?”

He seems to be contemplating an argument in his head, and it makes me wonder if I said something upsetting.

“Is that wrong of me? I’m sorry if I-”

“No, no, it’s fine!” Peter reassures me. “I… actually might be able to set up something with him.”

My jaw drops. “Really? Are you guys, like, best buds or something?” I tease.

Peter suddenly gets a panicked look and gives a nervous chuckle. “Hehe… Oh! Here we are!” Peter quickly changes the subject.

My eyes look up to see-

“Oh my God!” My jaw drops. 

TV and Instagram can never show the amount of wonder and majesty that this scene gives off. The giant tree alone is enough to make me feel my childhood Christmas memories glowing inside me, and looking down at the gorgeous skating rink makes my giddy heart skip.

“Peter, this is- is…”

“Indescribable?” In my dazed state I hardly notice the kind man take my hand and help lead me down the stairs. “Most people say that. There’s something about New York at Christmas that has a certain feeling to it, like something out of an old Christmas card.”

My eyes feel like they’re about to pop out. “Exactly! Like there’s a piece of vintage Christmas magic! I- Wait. Where are we going?”

Peter’s led me to the skating rink, which I’m surprised to find is not very busy.

“You’re gonna have the full experience!” Before I can get a word in, Peter walks over to the stand and pays for two sets of ice skates. “I’m guessing you’re a size 6, right?”

“Yeah… But I don’t know how to skate,” I say glumly and avoid looking up. “I was only planning on seeing the tree.”

I expect Peter to laugh, but he surprises me by instead giving me a kind smile and offering a hand.

“I could teach you, if you want? And if you don’t like it, um… We could go for hot chocolate?”

“I’m just going to look like an idiot, that’s-” I stop myself and rethink Peter’s sentence. “Wait a minute, are you asking me out?”

His brown eyes turn wild and nervous, helping me determine his intentions through obvious body language. At first I’dve said absolutely not, but… Call me crazy, but talking with Peter for twenty minutes has made me feel like I've known him my whole life. He’s not crazy or angry like other people I’ve met here, he’s… smart, quirky, and absolutely adorable. I’d be stupid not to say yes!

“Because if you are, I would say yes.” 

My words seem to spark a whole new wave of emotions in Peter, flashing from excited, to troubled, to nostalgic. Now I’ve got to rethink everything. Is he asking me out, or am I making a complete idiot of myself?

“Sarah, I- Yes, I’d like to ask you out. The only thing is that… I have a very scattered schedule, and can’t always make concrete plans. And…” Peter gets a cloudy and distant look. “Sometimes I need to stay cautious about the people I care about, meaning I don’t want you to get hurt.”

Peter’s confession leaves me a bit confused, but still grateful for his honesty. To show comfort, I take his hand to give it a squeeze.

“I can look after myself, Peter. I don’t need a babysitter. I’d love to go out with you because of how funny and charming you are, not because of making plans. I can’t always make plans either, so I try to go on a play-it-by-ear basis.”

Peter is delighted by my reaction, and shows it by sweeping me in for a sudden hug.

“Oh- right, sorry.” He pushes away with a sheepish grin. “I’m a hugger, just a forewarning.”

“I don’t mind at all!” I laugh. “So does that offer to get hot chocolate still stand?”

Peter’s eyes sparkle as he takes my hand and starts leading me towards the skating rink. “Yeah. As soon as I’ve taught you how to skate!”

My mind starts panicking and I try to tug him away. “Uh, haha. How ‘bout no? I can’t skate, remember?”

“You wanted to see the Rockefeller Center,” Peter recollects as he helps me lace up my skates. “So you will, up close and personal!”

You are indeed a unique individual, Peter Parker.

[sportvenueandeventmanagment]

Entry 1- Sports Fan experience, media, or service enhancement.

Madison Square Garden

Madison Square Garden (MSG) otherwise known as the Garden, is a multipurpose indoor arena located in Midtown Manhattan, New York City. MSG is historically known for being the world leader in live entertainment across its portfolio of iconic venues such as New York’s Madison Square Garden, The Theatre at Madison Square Garden, Radio City Music Hall, Beacon Theatre and The Chicago Theatre (Madison Square Garden Entertainment, 2024). The Garden can be labelled as “The World’s Most Famous Arena” (Madison Square Garden Entertainment, 2024) which is home to the most recognized professional sports teams, the New York Knicks and New York Rangers. The venue also showcases a variety of events such as, sport events, concerts, family friendly shows and special events. At MSG, the fan experience and service enhancement play a critical role in the everyday operations at the facility where it is suggested that “The arena always provides fans with an upbeat and pleasant experience” (Bleacher report, 2010). 

For a sporting venue such as Madison Square Garden, its identified as a world class arena meaning when it comes to fan experience and service enhancement it plays a big role to ensure it meets the expectations of its fans where according to Fernandes & Neves 2014, “Service experience is the core of service offering” (pg. 548) suggesting that fans play a role in receiving a high degree of service. For instance, major sport stadiums are known to drawn local community and visitor attraction to events that contribute to local communities (Ramos et al, 2023). In addition, the overall service that’s deliver across the stadium is top notch. Those in attendance at MSG will find it quite easy to find their way around the venue due to number of signage that are seen as you walk through the arena there is also a number of staff at hand to help with any questions or concerns.

 Due to the Madison Square Garden being a historically well-known venue it provides interstate and international travellers with opportunities that allow them to be given the ‘tour experience’ in this tour guests will be able to uncover the establishment of the venue, such as backstage access, luxury suite access and iconic concave ceiling. Not only does Madison Square Garden offer professional sporting events and music events it also provides extra services and accommodates to fans who are eager to see the iconic venue outside of these events.

From my own experience, I was given the chance to visit the venue in 2019 during my US trip and I can admit it’s a spectacular venue with incredibly friendly staff who are available to you at any given time. 

Bleacher Report. (2010, April 8th). Stadium Journey Review: Madison Square Garden- - Home of the New York Knicks. https://bleacherreport.com/articles/375170-stadium-journey-the-worlds-most-famous-arena-madison-square-garden

Fernandes, T., & Neves, S. (2014). The role of servicescape as a driver of customer value in experience-centric service organizations: the Dragon Football Stadium case. Journal of strategic marketing, 22(6), 548-560

Madison Square Garden. (2024). About. https://www.msg.com/madison-square-garden

Ramos, R. F., Biscaia, R., Moro, S., & Kunkel, T. (2023). Understanding the importance of sport stadium visits to teams and cities through the eyes of online reviewers. Leisure Studies, 42(5), 693-708

Tripadvisor. (2024). Madison Square Garden’s reviews. https://www.tripadvisor.com.au/Attraction_Review-g60763-d275371-Reviews-Madison_Square_Garden-New_York_City_New_York.html

[craigsumter-justice]

My Legal Battle with my Family and their Co-horts / Co-conspirators (155):

Just wanted to address another long-standing issue I have had with my family and the people with whom they have colluded: My employment. All the pictures attached to this post (above) are of all of my suits. When my family nefariously had me re-incarcerated in June 2015 by bringing about a violation of my parole (and through which they also tried to kill me I might add) to avoid having to go to court for a lawsuit I filed against them in which I demanded relief in the amount of $1,500,000 (that's one million, five hundred thousand dollars) I had to have my things put into storage. I rented a climate controlled, secured storage unit from the 14th Street UHaul storage center in west midtown (Atlantic Station area) from 2015-2018.

When I was re-released from prison on May 21st, 2018 I went to my storage unit to find that each and every suit that I owned had been destroyed by someone cutting holes in them, ripping them, and just all kinds of cuts made to them. My first thought was that maybe the storage center had rats or something. So I confronted the staff who then assured me there were absolutely no rats or pests of any kind. Through their explanation I understood that this was true and there could have been no rat, animal or pest disturbance. Then I got to thinking..... out of every piece of clothing, sheets, towels and all other materials and furniture I owned, the ONLY pieces / items that were destroyed or cut up were, in fact my suits (for work). Weird huh?

So I documented all of the destruction of my suits /work clothes by taking pictures. These are the pictures you see here.

It required a passcode to access an elevator which took you downstairs to the climate controlled storage unit area plus a key for the big lock I had purchased when leasing the storage unit in order to gain access. The only person that had the passcode and key was my "friend" Dennis Bickham. Well, he was in fact not a friend as it turns out. He colluded with my family and others to do these things to me. As I had posted earlier in this blog how he kicked me out of his house, destroyed evidence, withheld my wallet and access to my bank accounts and money, and he also destroyed court mailings that came to his address as well as the return-of-service for the $1,500,000 lawsuit I had filed against my parents.

So, I then asked the staff at the 14th Street UHaul Storage facility for an access log to show when (on what dates) my storage unit had been accessed. I will include this pic now.

I know the image / graphics are a little messed up, I believe from file conversion, but the image above is of the access / entry log for my storage unit from 2015-2018 while I was in prison. I do retain the original hard copy.

My storage unit was accessed more than fourteen (14) times while I was in prison (2015-2018) WITHOUT MY PERMISSION.

The reason: To destroy evidence that I had against my family and their co-conspirators; to harass / torment me; and to prevent / hinder me from securing meaningful employment or any employment through which I could earn a good living and flourish. This of course was also intended to keep me on some sort of "fixed-budget" so as to prevent me from being able to secure legal representation aka afford an attorney to prosecute them. They continually try to exert financial control over me and also try to control and manipulate my living situation.

[tuneyouout]

I want to write an actual update entry but the truth is that every other day I am sick and nervous and overwhelmed and I really can’t function at high enough capacity to do that. So, it’ll be this.

My last ~proper entry was June 2021; it had notes about the same issue I’m having now except we’ve accelerated into finding out portion of fucking around. Mind you, I “fucked around” with permission granted.

My mom never recovered 100% from her TIA in 2020 and while she isn’t dying or an invalid or even incapable of living normally, it scared the shit out of me!! And every goddamn time we’d have any sort of post-covid return to office townhall at work I would spiral into the fear that I would be stuck in LA forever, working 7 days a week to feel financially steady, and never be able to be there for my mom when something eventually would change in her health. I would lose entire work days to this dread. And in February 2022 when I noticed some cognitive changes in her, I started freaking out worse. But then. My coworker got permission from my boss to start looking for a house in the Palm Spring area and once the move in date was official she went as far as announcing his news to our entire LA office. The relief I felt in this happening was beyond.

So I assessed my existence, kept an eye on my mom, and by May I was having the relocation talk with my boss. It was all “yeah of course! No worries!” and when I mentioned my abilities to still come to the office maybe like every other week if I needed to it was met with “we’ll figure it out, no problem.” After letting my roommate know that although I was completely flexible to her scheduling needs, my moving home was in motion, within a week she worked out a plan that admittedly, was much quicker than I expected, but had me raging my last days as an LA local in June and fully home the first weekend of July.

And after 3 months of house projects and odd peace, right as the boredom and existential fear of what I set myself up for started setting in, on October 13th we were told we needed to be back in the office 3 days a week, starting January. About 2hrs later, after it was evident my boss would not be calling me or my coworker to reaffirm our approved scenarios, I called my boss, bordering on hysteria and panic, and got absolutely zero support. After this, I spent the next 4 hours in my bedroom crying and staring, terrified of what the fuck I was going to do. The next day, I worked, saw Midtown in Orange County, drove to LAX, slept in my car for a few hours, and boarded a flight to the east coast at 5am Saturday morning to see Fireworks (and The Wonder Years) for the first time in 7 years. I had a wonderful weekend of meeting and seeing internet friends, driving across New England for a second show and trying not to let this massive bomb kill my joy. It was having 2 drinks instead of 3, and buying 1 shirt instead of 2, and just trying to not let my gut be chaos the whole time.

I contacted HR who told me my boss should’ve done an official approval when we had the initial conversation and now it would be much trickier to okay. They told me my boss should understand and be able to be flexible as to not expect me in the office that often when I’m 130 miles away. Yet here we are, with people now going in the office, my boss not giving any specific directions or approvals but also not giving off any hint of being cool, and I’m just working as I have been, knowing the clock is ticking. Dread. I’ve been applying to jobs!! I had 1 interview in November and while I don’t think I’ll be getting that, just getting an interview did boost some confidence. It’s just a fucking awful position to be in.

8 months ago I was nervous about my mom but making good money, had a great apartment and best friend of a roommate, was lovingly fulfilled by my weekend job, loving my friends and people around me, donating funds to lives and causes, planning trips. I almost fucking felt like I was getting my footing in LA after 15 years. And now, I’m in a job wasteland, too far from friends to get drunk and emotional with, too financially panicked to give myself a weekend to make plans for that, and living on a motherfucking prayer I don’t eventually have to go work a retail or service job where I’ll be lucky if I get insurance I can survive on. For the record, I am not fucking above any job, but without decent insurance and wages, this chronic condition becomes slowly life threatening.

I guess you’d call this regression. I left a fun job and all my friends. Convinced myself that I’m brave enough for all this. Well.

[thealtoduck]

Just some small relationship and powers headcanons for basically being Danny Phantom and part of the Avengers…

Avengers x Male Reader

Peter Parker x Male Reader

Warnings: Single mention of sex

Summary: These are mostly related to your relationships with the other Avengers…

(A/N: This isn’t really a part 2 of So your basically Danny Phantom but your also part of the Avengers… + Peter Parker becomes your boyfriend… it’s more like extras, like deleted scenes)

——

Wanda

Wanda and you would have weird relationship at first, because both of you would act quite reserved and wouldn’t make a lot of conversation.

But then one day you’d see her cooking in the kitchen and you asked ”Hey, what are you making?”. Wanda looked up from the the food and said ”It’s a sokovian dish, my mom used to make it, it was my brothers favorite”.

”I’m sorry about your parents and brother, Natasha told me about them” you said apologetically. ”Thank you, would you like to help me cook?” she asked. ”Yeah sure, what do you want me to do?” you answered enthusiastically. ”Can you cut up that onion?” she asked. ”Of course” you said.

From then on you and Wanda developed kind of a sibling relationship.

Rhodey

Your’s and Rhodey’s friendship consists mainly of the two of you roasting each other, but somehow you’re also kind of bffs and are ready blow up the earth for each other.

The two of you also have a habit of ganging up on Tony and make fun of him instead of each other.

Tony

Tony has basically adopted you as his son and tries his best to be the cool and not to overprotective. He can do the cool part but he needs to work on the overprotective part.

Part of the reason why he’s so protective is because he’s the one who found you in the rubble of your old house and he felt as if life was telling him to take care of you.

Peter (small nsfw part)

Peter would bring you on a visit to Midtown to meet your old classmates from before you were taken in by the Avengers. Mj who was a friend of yours was happy to finally see you again.

And to Peter’s displeasure Flash was also happy to see you and immediately started flirting with you as he had done before. But you were quick to shut him down as you always had.

(Nsfw part) You and Peter would experiment with ways to use yours and his powers during sex to make it more exciting.

Powers

Intangibility

When you were first getting used to your powers you sometimes phased through the floor fell down to the floor beneath. One time you were on your way to your room but your powers activated and you fell into the kitchen were Tony and Pepper were having lunch together. Pepper screamed as you landed on the floor next to her but Tony just casually asked ”You okay kid?”.

You and Vision never use doors to enter each others rooms because you can both phase through solid materials.

Invisibility

Just a day after you found out that you could turn yourself and your clothes invisible you walked into the living room where Rhodey was sitting on the couch. He looked at you strangely and asked ”Where are your pants?”. ”What do you mean?” you asked and looked down on your pants only notice that they weren’t there.

You could still feel that your pants were on they just weren’t visible. But luckily enough your boxers were still visible but unlickily it was your Black Widow boxers, which were black and covered in red hourglass shapes.

So Rhodey started laughing and said ”Are you wearing Black Widow boxers?”. So you decided to sass back saying ”What should i be wearing? War Machine boxers? Oh wait… they don’t make those cause no one cares”. But Rhodey continued laughing anyway.

Ecto-Plasm Energy

It started at your first mission with the Avengers which was to take down a remaining Hydra base and since you started being able to control you intangibility and flight they thought you’d be safe enoungh to bring along.

And everything was going fine on the mission so far. They had paired you up with Steve so he could show you how they do things. But things started going a bit south when they sent an enhanced human to attack you and Steve.

Steve was almost overpowered by it but when you intervined you somehow managed to create a beam of green ecto-plasm energy which sent the enchanced human flying through the hallway you were in and into a wall. After that all you could do was utter a small ”oops”.

[crazycookiecrumbles]

The Beginnings (Prequels)

A/N: This is a prequel series to my Stark!Readerverse series. Those are all my stories that start with “A” and have some other shit following it.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader

Warnings: swearing, always swearing, and alien violence

Summary: Before you were in love with Shang-Chi, you were falling down the rabbithole that was Captain Steve Rogers, a man out of time, but the first man that would sweep you off your feet.

This was indescribably bad. One minute you’re sitting pretty in the brand new living area of Stark Tower, the next there’s a grease monkey who looks like he’s having meth withdrawals talking about his glorious purpose (you really hoped that wasn’t a euphemism for something in his pants because what the hell?) and threatening utter world domination. 

Who you later learned to be Loki Laufeyson would later try to press the tip of his scepter (also not a euphemism at all) to your chest in an attempt to get you under his control. Instead, he was stopped by surprise. He thought the cloth wrist warmers on your hands/forearms were for fashion. Instead, they were covering the metal alloy bracers underneath that kept you from injury and helped control and focus your powers. You used said powers to block Loki’s attempt with his scepter, small vibrations exuding from your center that kept him from pushing forward with the scepter, hands raised and forming a circle to maintain this focus.

He’d surprise you, though, and in a fit of rage he’d sweep your legs out under you, grab you by the throat, and launch you out the window of the tower, your tower. You’d see your dad trying to race down to catch you, but you were able to save yourself with your own abilities, catching yourself right before hitting the ground.

“Spawn,” Tony would say after you took his call immediately upon landing. “Can’t talk right now. Gotta stop a Norse god. Clear the area.”

“What?”

“I love you. Clear the area, get out!”

The call ended leaving you utterly confused. So this was that secret trip he was on that he kept you from, wasn’t it? This was why your call with Fury suddenly ended early a few days ago and your services were no longer needed. How interesting.

In trying to get people to listen to you and leave ,aliens would fall from the sky and attack Midtown Manhattan. This lead to you using your powers in the most offensive way you had done in awhile. With not a lot of training under your belt and even lesser confidence, you were blasting Chitauri aliens across the street, breaking cars, and getting tossed around in the air yourself.

It led to you  fighting outside of a bank and hearing glass shatter. You looked up and saw someone in blue being launched out of there, so you lifted your hands and used your seismic powers to slow his fall until he landed on the ground next to you. You stared down in surprise at a relic you had last scene in history books — well, and in your grandfather’s old study.

“Captain Steve Rogers,” you blurted out. “Uh—sir.”

He looked up at from the ground. An eyebrow raised for a moment before he let out a breathless laugh and shook his head, “Formal during an alien invasion.”

“Habit? Sorry,” you helped him to his feet and he stared at you for a moment.

“Do I know you? You seem familiar.”

You shook your head, “Nope. I’d definitely remember meeting you — I mean. Uh, well that sounds — Hi. I’m (Y/N).”

He grinned, a lopsided, toothy, tired grin that sent shivers down your spine as he quickly shook your hand, “Thanks for the help, (Y/N). I’d stay and chat, but — “

“Aliens, right!” You nodded quickly. “How about some help?”

He nodded, “How much can you do?”

You grinned, your eyes glowing brightly  as your two hands lifted and fired behind him. Steve spun around and watched as you blasted two hulking beasts back with such force that they went through the meter-long concrete wall behind them and lay there unable to move their now broken bones.

Steve nodded quickly, “That’ll do. Stick with me.”

You fought alongside this strange man, this relic of your family’s history. Blood was shed. You’d cover his back, and he’d shield you from harm or lift you up off the ground when you were down. You’d even later meet another Norse god, Thor, and find out that the Jolly Green Giant was actually a real life anomaly that did not find that nickname very amusing.

There were two others in that fight that you had already known very well, but that’s a story for another day.

At the end of the battle, with Tony laying on the ground, he felt a familiar rumbling underneath him and he lifted his head, barely, to see you stomping towards him. Each step you took made the ground shatter, leaving behind a perfect imprint of your foot with cracks emanating from it and stretching for several feet.

Tony felt the rumbling of the ground increase and heard it splinter and crack beneath him as you stood over him.

“Mother fucker!” You shouted. “You can’t just go off into space with a nuke and call to say goodbye. That’s bullshit. Fuck you. Fuck you for making Fury take me out of this from the beginning and fuck you for thinking hiding all of this from me would somehow be beneficial. Have we learned nothing!?” You shouted at Tony, then glanced up and saw  Steve. “Hi, Captain.” You looked down at your dad again, “And if I haven’t made my thoughts clear, fuck you!”

“Steve’s fine…” Steve trailed off quietly, watching this interaction with a very confused look on his face.

Tony blinked, “Well, to be fair, I thought you’d split the helicarrier in half and kill us all on a temper tantrum.”

“You’re not funny.”

Tony weakly lifted a hand and pointed to the ground that was shaking, “But I’m not wrong. Come on, I’m fine. This is my thing. I always nearly die. I never actually die,” He reasoned as he slowly sat up, then reached up to grab your hand. He took note of how one of your gauntlets was now broken, and using your powers so much was starting to impact you physically as your skin was red and purple with deep bruises. “I’m fine, Spawn.”

“We’ll talk about this later,” you muttered under your breath.

“I bet,” He sighed and glanced at you, then Steve. “How did you meet Capcicle?”

“Wait, Spawn?” Steve looked between you and Tony frantically, “You’re his—“

“Yes, that’s how that works, Steve. I call her Spawn because she’s my daughter. Being in the deep freezer damage your brain cells?”

Steve ignored his sass, “I—I had no idea—if I had known — “

“What, you’d keep me from fighting to keep his kid safe?” You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, like you guys didn’t need any help at all.”

“I don’t know, kid, I saw Loki throw you from that window,” Tony began as you and Steve and Thor helped him to stand, “Kind of lame.”

“Fuck off, dad.” You muttered under your breath ,”I look better than you, don’t I?”

“Now that’s just not a fair comparison. No one looks like Tony Stark.”

“Agreed, you old bastard.”

Your relationship with your father was interesting, so to speak. Steve could see that immediately, and it was something he was both curious about and yet far too terrified to question. All of you would apprehend Loki together, and celebrate with a very eerily quiet meal that was laced with exhaustion.

You’d join them to see Thor and Loki off to Asgard after you had a private conversation with Nick Fury involving something he wanted your technical expertise for out in Washington. And, given how protective your dad was, he knew he had to speak to you without Tony’s interruptions.

Steve was heading towards his bike after shaking hands with your dad, and to get to his bike, he had to pass you. You looked over your shoulder and waved happily to Natasha and Clint before turning back around and seeing Steve stop in front of you.

“Well, it was nice to meet you and work with you, Ms. Stark.”

You chuckled and reached for his outstretched hand. You both glanced down, and he could see the new brace on your arm sans the covering. 

He hummed quietly to himself as he looked it over, “Not hiding it?”

“Not today. Not anymore,” you nodded. “Kind of hard to hide my powers now that the news has me blasting a hole through an alien’s stomach.”

“Which is a very impressive feat. I certainly couldn’t do it.”

You laughed at him, hand still in his as you gazed up at him, “No? Did super lungs not come with the upgrade?”

“Hm, shouldn’t you know that, Ms. Stark?”

“Oh, Captain Rogers, you have me mistaken with the men in my family,” you teased. “The women aren’t nearly as obsessed with you.”

“Nearly? So there’s still a little bit of obsession?” He teased, eyes glimmering in delight as he caught you start to blush and curl your bottom lip inward to bite. “I’m just teasing, of course.”

“I’m sure,” you smirked. “You can’t be some kid from Brooklyn and not have some sass to you, right?”

“That’s right,” he nodded in agreement with you. After a few seconds, his eyes lit up at the prospect of possibly not feeling so alone in this time and having something in common with someone. “You’re from here?”

“Born and raised,” you nodded. “Couple stops off the train from you, apparently. Well, at least according to the history books.”

“Huh, small world,” he mused.”

“That it is,” you nodded in agreement and heard a car horn blaring in the most annoying way. You glanced over and saw your dad honking the horn, staring you dead in the eyes, and holding up a pair of sunglasses for you to wear. Beside him, Bruce was cringing and even sinking in his seat a little bit as Tony proceeded to act like an overbearing mother. “Well, I think that’s my sign to leave before he has an aneurysm over not getting enough attention.”

Steve laughed. He nodded and finally let go of your hand  and stood up taller as he gazed down at you, “Well, it was lovely to see you again, Ms. Stark.”

“(Y/N) is fine,” you told him. “And likewise, Captain.”

He smiled softly, “Just call me Steve. Take care. Maybe we’ll see each other again.”

You, having had your previous conversation with Nick very much involve helping Steve out on the side of your contracted work with SHIELD, you knew what was coming. You knew you’d eventually see Steve again.

“Maybe sooner than you think,” you grinned and said goodbye for yet the third time before running to Tony’s car.

Steve followed your run. He watched as you jumped into the backseat and grabbed the sunglasses. After placing them on your face, you leaned forward, one arm around your dad’s shoulders, the other resting on Bruce’s shoulder as you apologized for the future ahead of him now that he was joining the Stark madhouse.

Steve glanced down at his bike and smiled to himself as he started it up. (Y/N) Stark. Crass, beautiful, and very, very much Tony Stark’s kid. It was evident with the way you carried yourself, and yet, there was some part of you that was drawing him in, that made him want to know you a little more and see you again. There was just something likable about you that separated you from your dad, a certain warmth to you.

“Must be her mother’s side,” He mused quietly to himself as he drove out of Central Park.

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Teach Me.

Author’s Note: So. I finally made a Peter Parker Fiction. And I know the gif is Arvin Russell, but that is for a reason, and maybe you'll see it, maybe you won't, BUT TELL ME IF YOU DO. So this is an unnamed OC fiction, but its mostly reader insert, aside from the fact that she’s black (surprise, surprise) and she has brown eyes. I made her an “OC” because of that fact. Also, get ready for some fluffy head cannons of Peter P. In the not-so-distant future though. 

Summary: Maybe Peter Parker, isn't as innocent as he seems. 

Warnings: Smut. Smut. and more Smut. Car-smut. Dark-ish Peter (Not really, but he’s not his usual wholesome self) 

Song: Star-gazing by The Neighborhood. I literally based this entire fiction on this one song. Even if you don’t read the fic, you should listen to it. 

Word Count: 5.5k

“If you don’t mind me asking,” She started, pausing a bit to give him time to look up at her, “ who brings a textbook to a frat party?”

His heart stopped for a moment when he realized who was speaking to him. But then he matched her grin shyly and replied, “It’s more of a conversation starter than anything.” 

“Would you say its been working well?”

“I did somehow manage to get someone as pretty as you to speak to me.” 

The smile that was already plastered on her face, grew wider along with her eyes and brows. “Wow Parker: Who knew you could be so bold after a few drinks?

“I’ve only had one, so the rest is all me.” He closed his book and readjusted his leg inviting her to sit. Then as if just realizing, he asked, “You know who I am?”

“Of course I know who you are. We went to Midtown together.” She said, getting comfortable on the couch. 

“Yeah I know. But we barely spoke to each other. Sometimes I wondered if you even knew I existed.”

“I always kept tabs on cuties like you. Especially you, actually.” She declared. 

“And you call me bold.” He muttered under his breath, a small blush creeping up.

“I’m always like this. Anyone who knows me, can tell you that. But anyone who knows you, would say the opposite. You were always so good.” 

“Good?”

“Yes! Good. Innocent. Nice. Whatever floats your boat.”

“And I remember you being, bossy, assertive, and intimidating.”

She threw her head back in laughter before stating,“You say that like its a bad thing.” Coming down from her fits of giggles she adds, “You noticed me, too? Never thought I was on your radar.”

“How could anyone not notice you.” He asked. “We had English together our freshman year. First day of class, you challenged Mr. Frechowsky, for inflicting his political views on the rest of the class. He got so red in the face, after yelling at you for three minutes straight, but everyone was more shocked at you for being unfazed.”

“I forgot abou-”

“Sophomore year, you “accidentally” tripped Amy Shuemacker,  after she made a rude comment about Ned’s weight. Junior year, you announced that you wanted to be not only the first female president, but the first who was black too. I remember telling myself you’d have my vote. Senior year, you almost had a mental breakdown when it looked like Michelle Obama was gonna run.” Peter finished, with not a hint that he was out of breath. 

“I-” She was more than taken aback. “I’m embarrassed that you remember all of that. Its been like four years since we graduated. Frankly any other person would have forgotten.”

“I think its impossible for anyone who’s met you, to forget the day they did.” He admitted to her. 

She just stared at him in awe for a moment. Mouth slightly agape from surprise. A shadow of a smile ever so present. 

Even though he was the one to say it, it was his face that turned a tinge pinker than before when he realized the weight behind his words. He swallowed thickly, averting his attention to the patterns that lined the carpet, fearing that he made her uncomfortable. In all honesty, he used to have a proper crush on the girl, rivaled by even Romeo’s adoration for Juliet.

This was the same girl he once described as ethereal. He once told Ned that fairies wove the strands of her hair, and butterflies still lived there, claiming that he saw them playing beneath her braids. The sun literally lived under her skin, and it was the secret as to why it would glow, and why her smile was so bright. He would swear to anyone that listened, that the harp was made with her voice in mind, and that it, her voice, played a better melody. He used to be lovestruck. Guess those feelings still lingered. 

If you asked him, two minutes ago had he gotten over it, his answer would’ve been yes. Would’ve been. 

His sudden fluster—which she found adorable by the way, broke her from her trance as she grinned and said “Don’t act bashful now!” playfully shoving his arm as she uttered the words. 

Quickly recovering from his earlier hiccup, he slowly returned her grin and tried to retaliate but before he could, “We have to go. Now.”

They looked up to see an irritated looking preppy girl impatiently scowling down at them. She couldn’t have been much older than 21, but no one told that to her clothes and aura. Her olive skin couldn’t hide the frown lines that had been assigned to her, nor the bags that would put a raccoon to shame. Besides the current circumstances that she would tell them in the next minute, Peter could tell on his own that the girl needed a date with sleep. 

“What’s the matter Li? Is everything okay?”

“Yes, aside from the fact that Angie locked herself out of the apartment again.” She said sarcastically, muttering this last part under her breath “I swear I’ve had it with that girl.”

“Ah I see. Well then we better get going.” The girl affirmed, standing from her seat, making Peter rise from his. “Peter it was so nice seeing you. I hate to leave, I would’ve enjoyed catching up a bit more.” She said, turning to grab her coat. 

“Well then we should catch up soon.”

She turned to nod her head, seemingly interested in his suggestion. “I’d love that. When did you have in mind?”

“How about now? if its a ride you’re looking for, I can drive you home.” Peter’s inner sixteen year old self, screamed at this opportunity. Time alone, with his four-year crush? He couldn’t not take advantage of the moment. 

“I couldn’t ask you to do that. It’s all the way on the other side of town.” She informed him. 

“But you’re not asking me to do it. I’m offering, because, ‘ya know; I haven’t seen you in a while and I’d like to catch up, too.” He said, second-guessing himself and praying that he didn’t come on too strong. “Ya know. Only if you want to.” He added just in case. 

Taking too much time debating whether or not she should say yes, the girl’s friend did it for her.  “Sounds great! I’ll see you at home.” Spinning on her heels,  and walking out of the door.

“Well.” The girl started, smiling at her old schoolmate. “I guess that settles it.”

“Shit!” He cursed, killing the engine completely, and slamming his head back on the headrest. After a couple minutes of trying to get it to start, the boy gave up like his car did.

It had been a full three hours since  Alisha left the party. The time was spent competing about who could find out more about the other. He learned that she still had a thirst for changing the world and community around her. She learned that the boy had been bitten by a radioactive spider and was now New York’s most friendly vigilante. She never knew that Peter could be so hilarious. 

They were stranded on some back road, miles away from civilization, with rain coming down on the roof of the car like they owed it money.

“Peter, what did you expect?” She began to question, giggling as she spoke. “This car is so old, Fred Flintstone has a newer model.”

“Hey!” He cried, “Don’t badmouth Karen. She just needs a little work.”

“You mean a lot of work. Karen is ancient.”

“She’s been good to me.”

“Should I call Triple A?” She asked, ignoring his dramatics. “The rain will probably let up by the time they get here.”

“I’ve got this.” He sighed, readying himself to leave the car. “Besides, triple A doesn’t know Karen like I do. They won’t be able to give her the love and patience she deserves” He explained, the car’s rickety door sounding as he disappeared into the rain. 

She heard that same distinct sound not ten seconds later, as he reappeared, soaking wet from the rain’s onslaught. His white t-shirt clung to his body, while beads of water raced down his skin. His messy locks, traded their dark brown hue for a jet black one, and his dirty converses shone a little brighter than they did before he left the car. 

“Maybe that wasn’t the best idea.” He admitted, the leather making a squelching noise as he glued himself back to his previous seat. 

“The offer for triple A still stands.”

“No. I’ll let this play out. But maybe I can call you an Uber.”

“There’s no way I’m leaving you out here all alone. We’ll let this play out.”

“But this may take a while.”

“I’m the reason you’re out here in the first place. And I like your company, so i’ll stay.”

Peter knew he couldn’t argue with that one, so he let silence befall the two of them. It stayed like that for a moment. It wasn’t quite awkward, but it was definitely palpable. 

She thought to say something, he did the same, but neither could quite let their words come to life. It was unlike the girl he knew before, who said the first thing that came to mind. Unlike himself, who did the same, but in a less graceful way. 

Finally, after what felt like hours of deafening quiet, Peter begins with, “How long have you and Brad been a thing?” The question fresh on his mind, since her phone rang yet again, with his ugly mug lighting up the screen. It was the fourth time she ignored the notification. 

It was rare for Peter to hate a person. In fact he didn’t hate many at all. But there was something about Brad that always made his stomach clench. Didn’t help that he was sniffing around his girl. 

“Hmm.” She pondered, tapping her chin with her index finger. Acting as if she was carefully thinking about it.“For about for-never and a day” She finally answered.

“Oh I thought, that since—“ Peter stammered, growing embarrassed by his assumption, and the disdain that coated his words.

“Anyone would have, with him blowing my phone up.” She sighed. “But alas, nothing will ever come of us. No matter how much he wants it to. Wish he’d take a hint.”

Back to silence. But this time it didn’t consume Peter. It gave him a bit of hope, enough hope to ask her his next question. 

“Back at the party,” he started before pausing, which prompted her to question, yes, before he could properly collect his nerve to ask her what he wanted. 

“Back at the party, you mentioned you always kept tabs on me. Especially me. What did you mean by that?”

“I may have had a small crush on you.” She answered without missing a beat. This of course took him by surprise, but not for long. 

“Why did you never act on it?”

“Because I quickly realized you weren’t my type.” She said as if it was nothing in the world.

“Ouch. What did I do to make you realize that?” Peter asked. Though his tone was light-hearted, he tried not to let on that he was hurt. 

“Nothing.” She replied. “You were just yourself. Peter Parker, the innocent good boy who would never harm a fly.”

Peter thought to himself for a moment. He thought long and hard before he decided to bring up the word she had uttered more than once tonight. “There goes that word again: innocent. What makes you think I’m innocent?”

“Come on Parker. Ned told me you once donated a one hundred dollar bill you found lying on the sidewalk to the local homeless shelter. And that was after you couldn’t find its original owner. That’s got innocence written all over it.”

“Does that make me innocent or a good person?”

“They’re one and the same.”

“There is a big difference between the two.”

“I disagree. The two are definitely interchangeable. Good people are the ones who haven’t been corrupted yet.”

“So does that mean you aren’t a good person?”

“I think I’m a neutral person. Not exactly good, not exactly bad. Just walking the tightrope. I probably would have taken the money, and felt bad about it later.”

They both chuckled at her statement, letting it end that segment of the conversation. Though Peter was done fighting with her about her type’s moral compass, he wasn’t done with the subject all together.

“So,” He paused, and she braced herself, taking notice of how every time he did that, a question she was reluctant to answer followed. “what exactly is your type?”

An uncomfortable breathy laugh passed through her lips as she answered. “I didn’t exactly know it at the time, but I’m able to put it into words now.” She admitted, taking her time as she explained. 

“I guess ideally you were my type. Nice. Harmless. Smart. But I was also looking for someone who knew how to take control. I’m in control of everything in my life, so it feels good to meet a person who lets me relinquish that. Or in more crude terms, a person who has the ability to fuck my brains out.” She declared as she leered in his direction with a small smirk playing her lips. 

She was only teasing. But she could feel that the air had grown thick on the side of the car that Peter had resided in. For a split second, she could have sworn that she saw something snap in him. But as quickly as it appeared, it vanished, making her feel as though she had imagined the entire thing. 

But she knew that couldn’t have been right. Known for many things, her vivid imagination wasn’t one of them. His breath hitched. His shoulders tensed. She hadn’t imagined that. What he said next, after what felt like an hour of silence told her that she didn’t imagine anything at all. 

“Did teaching me, ever cross your mind?” He asked. His grip on the steering wheel, turning his knuckles white. She saw his Adam’s apple bob after he spoke, and his chestnut eyes focused on the rain that splattered against the windshield. 

“U-um I-,” She stammered, Peter catching her by surprise. She had to really think about his question. “I suppose it never did.”

“You still want me?” He asked her, turning his attention back on her. 

“Huh?”

“Am I still your type? Aside from the fact that I can’t take control?” 

She just swallows, before nodding.

Noting her surprise, but not relenting he says, “Then teach me.”

“What?” She questions, fearing she misheard him. 

“Teach me.” He repeated, only elaborating when she scrutinized his face. “Show me exactly how you want to be touched. Kissed. Fucked.”

The way he said the word, fuck, was so filthy. It almost made her lose the rest of her composure. Not like she had much left. He had already rendered her speechless, now he was ruining her panties.

No. She wouldn’t let it play out like this. She had a reputation to uphold.

She peered over her shoulder, then back to him trying to assess whether or not he was serious. When his face showed no sign of amusement, she swung her door open, to trade her passenger’s seat for the back one. 

The rain’s onslaught was still vicious, so her previously dry form was borderline drenched. July’s summer heat, did no favors in keeping her warm, and she had no idea if she was shivering from the rain or her nerves. “Are you gonna come keep me warm or what?” She challenged, trying to find her confidence again.  

It was only seconds before Peter joined her, but it was no question that his body was shaking with anticipation. He looked at her expectantly, surveying her every move. From the way her eyes flitted to the ground, to the way her hands busied themselves by rubbing at her thighs. She was nervous. 

It must have been a snowy day in hell.

“What should we do first?” She asked. 

“Does the instructor usually ask the pupil what lessons they should start with?”

“Kiss me?” She suggested, half-ignoring his comment. 

“Are you asking me, or telling me?” Peter remarked, amusement glinting in his eyes. 

Annoyance overtaking her tone now, she demands this time, “Kiss me.” 

“Say please.” He teased. 

“Damn it Peter, fucking kiss m—”

And then he glued his lips to hers. They were sweet and gentle, like him, but still managed to convey his longing. He hoped the kiss would capture all the times he imagined doing it when she would flash those pretty brown eyes his way. When she would speak in a way that put an angel’s timbre to shame. Even when she would fucking breathe, he imagined kissing her until his lips fell off. He hoped the kiss would make up for all of the ones he was dying to share with her over the years.

The pads of his fingers roamed over her silky smooth skin, starting at her cheeks, ending at her neckline. He tasted the flavor of her strawberry chapstick, the same one that made her lips feel and look as smooth as butter. When he inhaled and tasted the faint scent of minty watermelon on her breath, he decided he couldn’t get enough. He wanted to kiss her until he committed to memory every bump on her tongue. Then he would be satisfied. 

“Like this?” He whispered, pulling back to inhale the same air as her, almost turning feral at the sight of her swollen lips and blown pupils. “Or,” he started, leaning back in to go again, searching her eyes, “like this?”

Whereas kiss one was innocent and sweet, the way that Peter portrays himself, kiss two was the definition of what he could be…or maybe what he already was, she couldn’t tell. He was filthy with the way his tongue glided against hers. The hot wet muscle played hers like an instrument, before locking the two together. One of his hands planted itself on the nape of her neck, forcing her to feel every measure against her mouth. She couldn’t move if she wanted to, not that she wanted to. Just like him she wanted to relish the taste of him. 

With his nose pressed against her cheek, and hers against his, they kissed like they wanted to touch the other’s souls. They began breathing in the rest of the other’s air, like they wanted to swap lungs. Exploring the other’s bodies, like they would die if they didn’t study the exact texture of the other’s skin. 

It took everything in Peter to restrain himself. To keep his thumbs from traveling beneath her shirt. He nipped at his tongue to keep from nipping at her lips and skin. He tried shifting in his seat to distract himself from the shifting going on in his jeans. 

It certainly didn’t help the growing tent in his pants when the girl planted her thighs on either side of his, rocking and rolling her hips to alleviate some of the tension in her panties. 

She took over the kiss, setting the pace and overcoming the surprise from Peter earlier.

Her fingers, that were previously glued to his face, began fumbling with the hem of his shirt, peeling the wet material off and over his head. She marveled at his sculpted chest for a moment, before Peter followed suit, pulling her dampened top over her arms and flinging it over the seat. 

A throaty groan passed his lips when she resumed her measures against his hips. Grinding herself down on his hardening member. 

Her breathy whimpers intensified when his surprisingly warm hands traveled along her skin, caressing her soft flesh. She was getting more worked up the more Peter mimicked the movement of her hips, grinding upwards while simultaneously pinning her waist down. 

She tugged harshly on the patch of hair that lived on the back of his neck, eliciting one of the sexiest groans she had ever heard. His heavily lidded eyes that held the same fire as hers, both scared and excited her. 

As she leaned in closely, preparing her words carefully she ordered him to, “Kiss me here,” before planting her lips on his neck. Flattening her tongue to lick a stripe up the exposed skin, she began swirling the appendage before nipping, licking, and sucking until his skin had a reddish purple hue. 

She got lost in the feel of him, succumbing to the sound of his hisses and moans only to yelp a moment later, when Peter mimicked her earlier actions.

With a fistful of her hair, and her exposed neck jutting out towards his lips he licked a stripe against the skin, just as she did earlier, only his measures were steady and calculated, taking note of every flinch and hitch of her breath. He found her sweet spot in seconds, focusing all of his attention there. 

With her nails digging into his flesh, and her hips stuttering, Peter knew he had her where he wanted her. “Like that?” He rasped, pulling away to admire the strings of purple and blue that littered her skin. 

“Fuck yea Parker; you learn fast.” She gasped, attempting at a laugh, as she peeled her chest off of him.  She took a hand of his into hers, grasping two of his fingers as she bought them to her lips. 

Hollowing her cheeks as she sensually sucked and lubricated his digits, she bought his other hand down to her shorts, beckoning him to unbutton them. “Touch me here.” She murmured, eyes taking in the wide curious ones staring back at her. 

With the newly slick fingers, Peter did as she told him, dipping his fingers beneath the waistband of her panties and finding her nub instantaneously. “Right here?” He enquired, when her breathing turned shaky. 

“Mmm, god yes!” She praised, as he worked his fingers over her. 

Setting a consistent pace, Peter lightly grazed her clit, every time he ran his fingers up and down her folds. “Am I doing this right?” He questioned, flicking and teasing her core. 

“Mhm” She mewled, “fuck y-your fingers feel so good” Her speech was now becoming slightly incoherent.

“Yeah?” He groaned, “What about my mouth?” He asked, just before unclasping her bra a little too effortlessly with one hand. Latching his lips against her perky chest, he massaged the other mound with his free hand.  

Words were lost on her, as she became a wanton mess. She couldn’t fathom how he could be so skillful with both hands. How a person could multitask the way that he did was indescribable. His hand on her clit didn’t let up, but neither did the one that tweaked and pulled on her nipple. Not to mention the hot tongue that darted and sucked meticulously at her other. She couldn’t stifle her cries if she tried. 

Riding his fingers, she pressed his head further into her chest,  becoming greedy with his touch, as she sprinted towards her orgasm. She thought that this feeling couldn’t get any better. 

Of course, Peter was full of nothing but surprises tonight, and needed to prove her wrong. He let two of his fingers slip inside of her, while a thumb replaced the ones that were glued to her clit. Rubbing circles against her sex, he pumped the two fingers furiously in and out of her hole. 

“Does that feel good, baby?”

But the girl didn’t answer, Her mouth hung open as if she wanted to, but the words were jumbled somewhere in her throat. Her face twisted into pleasure, and she couldn’t do anything but succumb to his measures against her body.

It wasn’t long before she felt her stomach spasming, the heat pooling to her core, her already sensitive flower growing even more sensitive, as she came into his palm. 

Her juices coated his digits, her walls fluttered around them, and her skin was now hot to the touch, as Peter forced her climax out of her. 

Tears flooded her eyes, as she took in as much air as she could. When had she stopped breathing? Maybe sometime during the earth-shattering orgasm her old classmate was giving her. 

Once the ringing in her ears subsided, and her lower region began to cool again, she thanked the boy and praised him as she said, “You did so well,” before planting hot wet kisses on his shoulder and neck.

She stopped when she felt his body shaking. Coming back up to eye him, she asked what he found so funny. 

Peter tried to hide the smirk that plastered his lips but he couldn’t hold his act any longer. “You just don’t get it do you?” He asks as he casually licks and sucks at his fingers, just as she did earlier, relishing in the taste of her essence. 

The confusion on her face and brain was evident. “Get wha—” He had her pinned on her back, before she could utter the last syllable.

The tight space was cramped, but the boy had more than enough room to stalk his prey. He hovered above her, ridding her of the rest of her clothes in one fell swoop, before delivering his monologue. 

“I don’t know what it is about girls like you, but I swear you drive me crazy.” He admitted, before removing his jeans in a quick motion. “You always assume that just because I’m a nice guy, I won’t be able to fuck your brains out.” He informed, before revealing a hidden condom and rolling it on before lining himself up at her entrance. “But I hope that if tonight proves anything to you,” He starts, eyes finally darting up to land on her horror-filled ones, “it will be that your mindset can land you in a whole heap of trouble.”

And with that, he grasps the door above her head, before sinking himself into her.

Groaning at the feel of her, Peter’s facade dropped completely. Her tight little cunt feels even better than he imagined, and he hopes that he feels better than she ever imagined. 

He starts slow, with the intent of her feeling every ridge of his cock, as it threatens to invade her stomach. Her soft tits bouncing with every thrust, send a jolt through his body every time her nipples graze his chest. The way his name falls off her sweet tongue, has him in shambles, as he picks up his pace, throwing slow and steady out of the window. 

Her cries are loud in his ear, as he ruts against her sex. He’s so thick, its hard for her to think straight. He can feel the indents of her nails as they dig into his lower back; she tries to press his ass closer to her, never wanting him to leave.

Maybe if it were any other guy fucking her, she would have felt the seat buckle digging into her back. Maybe she would have felt her sticky sweaty skin on the leather of his back seat. Maybe the awkward position her head was in would have spoiled her experience. But with Peter, she could only focus on the pleasure. 

His thrusts were relentless now. His hot breath was fanning the side of her cheeks. His previously damp hair, stuck to her neck, as he drove himself further into her skin. Nothing could distract him away from her in this moment.

Nothing but the faint glow of her phone, that is. It’s buzzing, and vibrations immediately catching his eye, as he held his head up. That same dangerous smirk that she saw earlier returning. 

“Look who’s calling, baby.” He purred, overcoming the stutter of his hips. When he held her phone up for her to see, her heart sank at the mischief behind his words. Brad. “Should we answer it?”

“No, Pete!” She cried. 

“Oh come on, that would be rude wouldn’t it?” He dared, before delivering a particularly hard thrust, that sent her mind into a haze. “We can stop so you can take this—”

“No! D-don’t stop” She begged, prying the phone from his fingers, and fumbling with the answer button. 

“Babe? Hello?” Brad’s irritating voice answered flooding, her phone’s speaker. But the girl didn’t answer immediately, because she was too busy trying to stifle her whimpers. 

“Hey Brad!” She finally choked out, sounding somewhat normal. How she managed to do it, she couldn’t say. 

“Wow! Finally. This is like my eighth time trying you. I almost can’t believe you answered. What are you up to?”

“Should you tell him what you’re up to, babe?” Peter devilishly whispered against her skin.

“Nothing!” She whined into the phone. 

“Whoa. Are you okay? You sound a little off?”

“You should tell him you sound like this because I’m making you feel so good.” Peter suggested, driving her body up and down the seats. “I bet he’d wish he were me right now.”

“I-I’m just a feeling a l-li-little sick is all.” She breathlessly stuttered.

“Should I come over?”

“Ah yes Peter!” She wailed, when the boy starts circling his fingers against her clit, while simultaneously grinding slowly but roughly into her. She’s no longer paying attention to the man on the other end. His curses don’t faze her, nor does Peter’s actions as he releases the phone from her grip. 

“Hey Brad. Remember me.” He casually asks, ignoring Brad’s threats. “Yeah no man, don’t worry about her: I’ll make sure she’s real good and taken care of.” He promises, before ending the call, and tossing the device into the passenger’s seat. “Think he finally got the hint?”

Peter then takes the girl’s hips into his hands, lifting her inches off the seat, before pulling her body onto his dick at an ungodly speed.

Crying. She’s literally crying, with tears streaming down her face. Her voice is becoming hoarse with moans. She had never experienced such intense sex in her life. 

Peter brings the hand that was previously plastered on the glass down to the girl’s face. “would this be the definition of fucking your brains out, baby?” He grunts, in reference to the girl’s constant repetition of his name. It’s the only word she can remember, as he fucks her into the chair. 

His movements shook the car. The heat that their bodies radiated, fogging up the glass. The scent of their sex now embedded in the fabric of his seats. The boy was completely untamed. 

Her screams were one among the things that set him off. The way her body writhed against his was another. The stutter in her speech another. But the unbridled lust that her eyes held, was the literal icing on the cake. 

Thank fuck she came before him. Her tight little hole constricting and clenching his dick. And when he started slipping in and out, her eyes glued shut, and her chest started to rise and fall, he knew that she had came. 

A sweaty fucked out mess before him, she needed Peter to finish her off before she was satisfied. “Drown me in your cum” She begged, and it was like he knew exactly what she wanted. 

Unsheathing himself from her, he ridded himself of the condom, and started tugging violently at his cock. Fucking his hand, not unlike the way he fucked her earlier, he spurted his milky white seed all over her supple brown canvas, a husky groan roaring from his chest as he threw his head back in pleasure. His seed extinguished the heat that resided in her skin, and she closed her eyes shut, letting her head fall back down on the seat. 

The image of his white paint, all over her stomach, chest, and tits, bleeding into his memory, as he came back down from his high. 

Once back down to earth, reality began to sink back in. Immediately recomposing himself, Peter blurted, “Fuck are you okay? Was I too rough?”

His sudden outburst almost made her jump out of her skin, but she quickly recovered. “Oh god no Parker! I loved every minute of that.” She lazily smiled reassuringly.  “Do you always fuck like that?”

Peter returned the smirk, blushing before saying, “I’ve always wanted to fuck you like that.” 

After planting a final kiss on her lips, he reached into the center console, to scavenge a few wet wipes, cleaning her skin before discarding them. 

Moments later, they reunited with their lost articles of clothes, pulling the fabrics over their limbs before crawling back into the front seat.

When Peter put his seatbelt back on, and cranked the car up with no effort, he felt the heat of the girl’s eyes on his skin. 

“What?” He asked, dumbfounded by her glare. 

“Was there ever anything wrong with the car?”

And then as if just realizing Peter mouthes oh, before telling her simply “No.” Adding on that he just wanted an excuse to spend more time with her. 

“Well how the fuck did you know I wasn’t gonna just take your offer for an Uber?”  She asked, more impressed than pissed.

“Because you’re a neutral person, and a neutral person would feel too bad about doing that.”

“There’s a lot of things I still have to learn about you Parker.” She admits, sinking down into her seat. Heat rising to her cheeks, as a new crush began to develop. 

“Don’t worry. I’m willing to teach you.” 

 A/N: So like...don’t be afraid to tell me what you think. I swear I dont bite...unless you're into that. also this was edited it, but probably not well, so tell me if you see an error. 

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Fallen Angel (Part 1) - Peter Parker x reader

Request: Hi! I love your writing! I was hoping you could do a peter x reader where the reader gets badly hurt and captured and it takes a long time for the avengers and peter to find her and once they do, she is scared half to death, jumpy, nervous, and stays by Peter's side during pretty much everything. They are living in the avengers tower with everyone and since they are the youngest, Peter is particularly protective of her during her recovery. Thank you!

Word count: 1.6k 

WARNINGS: mentions of anxiety, light torture, injury, trauma (after reading if you think I should include any others please let me know thank you)

Part 1

Simultaneously, you removed your headphones and slammed the textbook shut in front of you. Your assignments were getting tiring. It wasn't that they were hard and you were struggling, it was just that after being part of the Avengers, doing calculus and algebra seemed too easy for you. You could do it easily, but after all that you had done and seen already in your life, you knew your time could be better spent. 

Being the youngest Avenger alongside Peter Parker was exciting. You felt unbelievably honoured to be given the opportunity to be part of a team that did wonderfully amazing things. You had made friends for life, and most especially so with Peter. When you had come to New York you were enrolled into the same school as Peter. Midtown High was a good school and you enjoyed it, it also meant spending more time with Peter even though you both lived in the Avengers Tower now. 

Lying back against your bed you realised you were hungry, you'd been studying for what felt like ages. 

Knowing you had nothing sweet that you wanted to eat in the tower you decided that a quick trip out would let you get what you needed. If you were going to carry on studying you were going to need all the help you could get. 

Grabbing your purse from your dresser, you wandered down the corridor to where Peter's room was. The door was slightly open but you knocked anyway and waited for his reply. 

"Hey, I was just going to go to the store, do you want anything?" 

He, like you had just been, was sitting on his bed with papers strewn around him. When he saw you he gave you a warm smile. Having Peter living with you in the Avengers tower was amazing. Peter really was your best friend and you trusted no one more in the world. 

"I'm ok, but thank you. What are you going for?"

"Chocolate, ice cream, cake, anything." You said. 

"Homework giving you a hard time too?"

"Is it that obvious?" You laughed before placing your hand on the door handle again. "I'll see you in a bit."

"Bye Y/N."

Taking the elevator it didn't take too long to get to the ground floor and out into the centre of New York. You knew there was a little grocery store a few blocks over that made homemade chocolate cake. 

Unknowing to you, a set of eyes were watching you leave the tower, cross the street and make your way down the sidewalk. It was busy, and you were tired. Your instincts were slower and less aware of your surroundings. The one set of eyes soon became two, then three, then four. You were blissfully unaware of the imminent danger you were about to find yourself in. 

Taking a swift left at the next building you passed, your face collided with a hard arm and sent you stumbling backwards. Jolted out of your oblivious state, you raised your guard and lunged to land a punch square into your attackers chest. They struck back, using their larger build to throw their weight towards you forcing you to the ground. The air was knocked out of your lungs. 

Kicking back up from underneath them you tried to force their body off you, but they were heavy, and armed. You could feel a gun strapped to their hip pressing into yours. Rapid footsteps were heard around you as more people wearing a similar black combat suit to your assailant emerged and began to hold you down. You continued to fight in any way you could but soon all your limbs were rendered useless. 

"You're coming with us. Don't try to resist." A low male voice spoke into your ear as a cloth was placed over your face, a strong smell evaded your nostrils and then you relaxed back into the concrete. 

+ + +

Upon waking, you found yourself cold, aching and stiff. Your head hung towards your chest and a dull throb emanated from your forehead and rang throughout your skull. Your hands were tied behind you back and placed behind a chair, with your legs also tied to the chair legs completely restricting all of your movement. 

Fear and panic flooded through you and your chest became horrifically tight. The room around you was incredibly dim, with the only light coming from a single dull light bulb above your head. Feeling your breathing become hastened you remembered your training.

Don't panic. Be calm. Assess the situation.

The situation looked bleak. There were no sounds to be heard so you couldn't even begin to work out where you were being held. You remembered the last memory of being free, but couldn't place the people from anyone or thing you had seen before. 

You weren't kept guessing for long as a door creaked open to your left and two figures entered the room. The door was roughly closed behind them and a click of the lock was distinctly heard. You nervously swallowed and waited for one of them to speak. 

"We hope you aren't too badly hurt, Y/N." One spoke and made his way over to you. His voice was calm, and in any other situation you would have mistaken him for a nice man. 

"How do you know my name?" You ignored what he had actually just said to you. It was far more disturbing that your first name was known to these people. 

"That doesn't matter. We may know a few things about you, but you know much more than we do about things important to us."

"And those would be?"

The other man laughed coldly at your attempt to sound confident. 

"Your friends." The first man now knelt down a meter away from where you were sat. 

"My friends?"

"The Avengers."

To this you had nothing to say. You instantly felt guilt at being caught in this way, no other member of the team would be trapped like this. It made you ashamed. These people needed you for whatever heinous reason they had. 

"We understand you know a great deal about the runnings of that Tower, and of the inner workings of the group itself." The man continued. "We think you would be very useful to us."

"I won't tell you anything."

This brought a sigh from him. It was almost sarcastic. 

"We thought you would say that." 

He stood up and took a few steps backwards, allowing the other man to walk into your focus. 

"Maybe this will change your mind."

The first strike to your face stung. The next hurt. The third, numb. The intensity of the punch quickly removed all feeling. You could taste your own blood as your lip was cut upon the second blow. 

"It… it won't change my mind." You spluttered. Tears welled up in your eyes but you were not going to give them the satisfaction. You would never betray your friends, your family. 

"We shall see."

+  +  +

"Has anyone seen Y/N?" 

Peter was worried. You had left the tower four hours ago, and still had yet to return. 

"No I haven't, why?" Nat answered him as she wandered into the shared living room and kitchen space. 

Peter told her that you'd told him you were quickly going to the store and that you weren't back. 

"I'm sure she will come back soon. Maybe she ran into a friend?" Steve offered as he sat holding a mug of black coffee. 

"Yeah… you're right." Peter tried not to think about it too much. But after an hour or so that he hadn't heard you walk down the corridor, he went to check your room to find it empty. And he couldn't find you anywhere in the tower. 

Wanda gave Peter a small smile. She had seen how close you two had become. It was only natural that Peter was concerned. 

"If she isn't back tomorrow morning, we shall then worry, yeah kid?" Tony walked behind Peter and placed a brief hand on his shoulder. 

"Ok…"

The next morning resulted in Peter's worry increasing exponentially. He had sent you multiple texts and phoned you many times to receive no response. Usually you would let him know if you were staying with a friend. The whole situation seemed off. 

"Still no sign of Y/N?" Tony asked as Peter wandered through the kitchen on his way to school. 

"No. I am worried." 

Tony considered Peter for a second. 

"Come with me, I might be able to find her." Tony stated and headed for the elevator. "School is important, but it can wait."

Walking into one of Tony's labs, Peter realised he hadn't been into this one before. Tony tapped on a screen and brought up a map of New York on one of the monitors. 

"Mr Stark, what is this?"

"I regret not telling you sooner but I have tapped yours and Y/N's phones. So even when it's off, it can be tracked."

"You're going to track her phone?"

"I think that's what I just said." Tony raised his eyebrows. "Let's see if she still has it with her." He could see how upsetting this was to Peter. He began to wonder if you two were just friends, or something more.

After putting more information into the computer a yellow dot appeared on the map, quite far from the Tower, but still within the city. 

"Is that her?" Peter asked urgently. 

"It should be. I don't like the fact she's in a decommissioned warehouse though."

Peter suddenly felt a sudden urge to drop everything and run to you. 

"According to this, the signal hasn't moved in 12 hours." Tony turned round to face Peter. 

Peter's jaw was tight. Tony could tell he was ready to fight. 

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"Alright kid, suit up."

PART 2

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𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭: 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 (part one)

summary: eight years ago veronica was lost in a world that was the unknown. she is now found by her one one true love in a whole new universe where she has been living for the past eight years.  pairing: peter parker! andrew garfield x original character (OC) warnings: fluff, swearing i think, NWH spoilers  fandom: Marvel, MCU  word count:  requested?: No 

MAJOR NO WAY HOME SPOILERS!! 

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2014 New York City, USA 

Veronica never knew that her life after high-school was going to be like this, with just graduating high-school she was on here way to MIT and she was wanting nothing more then to live out the remaining months in New York to the best that she could. The blonde haired girl had been through a lot within the past few months, with the ending of Dr. Connors rage and almost turning the entire city into lizards along with her uncle George Stacey being killed in the process there was more then just one more emotion that was running through her veins right now. 

Her relationship with Peter Parker was more then what it truly intended to be at the begining of their friendship. At the begining it was Veronica looking out for the boy who was tremendously bullied and tormented by the other kids who also attended Midtown High. Then his uncle Ben died that is when Peter needed someone more then anything. That was where it began for the two of Veronica Owens and Peter Parker. Their relationship was the quite cliché, the two of the liking one another but no one made a move until Veronica asked Peter to come to her home for dinner since it was her birthday. And on this night they share their first kiss and along with that Veronica learned that Peter B Parker was indeed the one and only Spider-Man. And in that moment Veronica Owens truly learned who Peter was that night. Even though that he lost Ben weeks beforehand he was still able to keep to his true self whilst slowly becoming the savior that New York truly needed. 

From that night on her entire world was changed some for the better and some for the worst.  - So now that there has been a recap of everything that has happened within the past year a half lets go to now. Peter was currently fighting his childhood best-friend Harry Osborne who has sadly allows himself to go down the same way that his old man Norman Osborne did months beforehand. The Green Goblin was Harry’s new name and everyone was in danger of what was happening, along with Harry there was electro, who’s real name is Max, the guy had fallen into a bail of eel's and truly the rest is quite history for him. Right now one of the only things that were running through the blonde girl’s mind was. ‘I should have gone when I had the chance.’ But there was no way that she was going to leave Peter to fight on his own, even though he was more then capable.  One thing lead to another though and she was now in Harry’s grasp, this is one of the things that she had fear would happen to her. And so did Peter, she was one of the only people who he had left in his life right now and he could not loose her.  “Harry, you don’t have to do this.” Peter yelled out Harry as he held onto Veronica loosely. Harry just looked down and laughed at the boy who was dressed in the Spider-Man suit.  “She has done nothing wrong, just let her go.” 

Ever heard of famous last words? Yeah me too and those were Peter’s. Veronica looked at Harry to see if there was any humanity left in the boys face, and she plead with her eyes, begging for him not to let go.  “Please, don’t do-” And with one swoop Harry had let go of the blonde girl, she was falling between both Harry and Peter, the spandex cladded boy jumped from where he was and he reached out for his true love- But before we get to the part that I know you all are wanting to see let me tell you something. Veronica is a scientist and she has always believed that there is something beyond the world that she lives in, multiverse per-say. And with being a scientist came research and experimenting. And without her knowing days ago the blonde girl had opened up her world to something that she never knew could be possible and right now she was going to meet her demise. 

Veronica continued to fall fast towards Peter but there was a weird sensation that was running through her veins and she didn’t know how to feel whatsoever. And that was when one by one the cells in her body started to disappear from one another, she was starting to become no more in this world. She was so close to Peter but she was gone before he could catch her in his arms to safety.

Veronica Owens was no more and there was nothing that Peter could do to stop it or bring her back, he had no idea at the research that she was taking upon herself to do. All he wanted was his Veronica back. He had already lost so much within the past few months that his here was going to break him even more.