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httpscomexe · 5 months ago

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No Way Home

Summary: After a stressful meeting with Peter Parker, you try to help Stephen Strange unwind a little.

Parings: Stephen Strange x Reader

Warnings: Spell use, language, No Way Home scenes (Actual Dialogue), Smut (Oral, p in v, unprotected, f on birth control), fingering, wound (no description), self deprecating jokes, choking, safe word, some aftercare, little fluff.

Word Count: 3989

“I’ve been practising magic for years, teaching you everything I know, and here we are.” you chuckle a little as Stephen sighs at your every comment.

“I asked Wong to cast the maintenance spell, he’s not the best listener.”

“Well Wong has more important duties as the sorcerer supreme.”

“He wouldn’t be the sorcerer supreme if I hadn’t blipped for 5 years.” The coffee machine made a bubbling sound as it filled the rest of his cup and he walked towards you. “I don’t really understand why they didn’t make you the sorcerer supreme.” He takes a sip of his coffee as he stares down at you,

“Because she tries escaping the sanctum. We all know she has very powerful that she can’t quite control yet and we need to keep her here until we know we can trust her.” Wong walks out of the kitchen, casting a portal and walking into it. “While I’m gone, you get babysitting duties.” You scoff, you know how to control your powers, you just choose not to listen to them.

“I don’t think she needs babysitting Wong.”

“Even if she doesn’t need it, she already follows you around like a puppy already anyways.”

“Yea I’ve noticed that…” He turns to look at you with his head tilted. “You have been clinging onto me like your life depends on it haven't you? Always by my side.” He smiles a little. You were surprised he’s only just now realizing it.

I only shrug.

“Well it’s cold down here, while you’re going back and forth between portals, Y/N and I are going upstairs where it's a little warmer.” He opens a portal to the upstairs, not wanting you to slip on the stairs… again…

“Alright. You keep an eye on that girl, she’s trouble.” Wong waves a finger and you smirk so he knows you’re already up to something as you all go through a portal.

“We are all in shock at this news today!” The lady on the TV talks and talks about everything boring as Stephen goes through some papers of research. “After this video was released from the now deceased Quentin Beck, also known as ‘Mysterio’ the entire world is shocked to see a teenage face under the famous ‘spiderman’ mask, a 17 year old Midtown high student named Peter Parker.” That’s not good.

“Oh boy.” You hear Stephen mumble behind you.

“How do you think he’s feeling about all of it” you stand up from the couch and walk towards Stephen who’s now looking at the TV as a clip from the video Mysterio recorded plays behind you.

“Well I’m sure he’s gonna find a way to make things worse. He’s on his way here right now actually.” He reaches to his right and his cape flies onto his back.

“How would you know that?”

“Y/N sweetie, I know everything.” He whispers softly into your ear, sending small butterflies through your belly as he walks past you and begins down the stairs. As you always do, you begin to follow behind him.

At the bottom of the stairs you hear a high pitched voice and Wong speaking back, and you see Stephen speaking as well. As you get halfway down the stairs, you see Peter Parker.

“The most famous person in the world, I know.” Wong enters through a portal, setting down several suitcases. “Wong.” He introduces himself quickly. “Try not to slip, we don’t have liability insurance.”

“Is all this for a holiday party?” You see Peter take a few steps forward, examining the sanctorum filled with snow and ice.

“No, one of the Rotunda gateways connects to Siberia. A blizzard blasted through.” Stephen leaves your side at the center of the staircase and floats down the steps with a coffee mug in his hands, slipping a little when he lands.

“Because someone forgot to cast the monthly maintenance spell to keep the seals tight.” He speaks as he reaches the last step.

“That’s right, he did, because he forgot I now have higher duties-”

“Higher duties?”

“The sorcerer supreme has higher duties, yes.”

“Wait, I thought you were the Sorcerer Supreme-” Peter breaks their conversation and Stephen looks back at him.

“No, he got it on a technicality cause I blipped for five years.”

“Oh.” He looks at Wong. “Well, congratulations.”

Stephen starts back up. “If I’d been here, then I would have-”

“Burned the whole place down.” Wong walks in front of Stephen. “You two! No one said ‘stop shoveling’”

“So, Peter. To what do I owe the pleasure?” Stephen begins to walk to the fireplace.

“Right umm… I’m really sorry to bother you, sir, but-”

“Please, we saved half the universe together, I think we’re beyond you calling me sir.” You started to walk down the stairs to them, smiling softly at Wong as he helped the two people shovel snow.

When you enter the room, you see Stephen lighting the fireplace with some magic.

“Okay, uh, Stephen-”

“That feels weird. But I’ll allow it.”

“Uh, when, um… when Mysterio revealed my identity, my entire life got screwed up.” You stood at the entrance, staring at the fireplace with Peters back to you as he spoke. “And, I was wondering… I mean, I don’t really know if this would actually work, but I was wondering if… maybe you could go back in time and make it so that he never did?”

“Peter, we tampered with the stability of spacetime to resurrect countless lives. You want to do it again now just cause yours got messy?”

“This isn’t- It’s not about me. I mean, this is really hurting a lot of people. My uh… my Aunt May. Happy. My best friend, my girlfriend… their futures are ruined. Just because they know me and they’ve… done… nothing… wrong…?” Peter pauses randomly as he finishes his sentence, you assume his spider sense is catching onto something so you use your own magic to summon some knives.

Suddenly, he quickly turns around and a string of white liquid shoots out at your left hand, sticking it to the table next to you.

“Y/N?!” Peter walks towards you when he realizes who it is. “Oh my God, I thought you were dead!” He gets closer and wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug.

“Yea, hey Pete.” He hugs you tighter and you use your free hand so gently hug him back.

“Have you been here the whole time?” He finally pulls away from you, both of his hands gently rest on your shoulders. “Sorry I shot a web at your hand, I guess my spider sense still recognizes you as Black Bee.” (Your villain name) You took a deep breath when he said that name. You haven’t been Martyr for a long time. Just as Bucky hasn’t been The Winter Soldier for a long time, but yet you both still have to be locked up in separate places.

“Well that’s unfortunate isn’t it Peter?” you mumble and Peter lets go of you, easily ripping the web fluid off my hand. “Good thing I’m not anymore, or I swear I wouldn’t be stuck in the sanctum right now.” Peter looks down at you confused. Then he looks up at Stephen.

“Why isn’t she allowed to leave?”

“Because she’s not completely safe yet. Last time we tried bringing her to the store so she could get something for her drawings, she lashed out on a random civilian because they accidentally ran into her backside with their shopping cart.” He sighs and looks at you. You were smiling, clearly proud of yourself. “You should’ve seen the look of fear on that poor womans face as Y/n-”

“Okay, I think you and Peter were talking about something more important before he almost attacked me, Strange.” you cut him off, not wanting to relive the embarrassing memory.

“Right, I am so sorry Peter, but even if I wanted to… I don’t have the Time Stone Anymore.” Strange drops the subject quickly and refocuses on Peter.

“That’s right.” He groans a little. “I’m really sorry if I wasted your time.”

“No, you didn’t-”

“Forget about it.” Behind you, Wong picks up his suitcases and joins the conversation again.

“Oh, he will. He’s very good at forgetting things.”

“Wong, you've actually generated a good idea…”

“What?”

“The Runes of Kof-Kol?” Peter looked at Strange questionably.

“The Runes of Kof-Kol?”

“Oh, it’s just a standard spell of forgetting. It won’t turn back time, but at least people will forget that you were ever Spider-Man.”

“Seriously? That would be-” Your heart beated quickly when Peter's interest rose in Kof-Kol. You and Wong both spoke at the same time.

“No, not seriously!” Wong turns from you to Strange. “That spell travels the dark borders between known and unknown reality. It’s too dangerous.”

“We’ve used it for a lot less. Do you remember the full moon party at Kamar-Taj?”

“No…?”

“Exactly.” Strange waits for a moment before speaking again. He doesn’t even bother addressing you since you weren’t anywhere near being allowed to tell him no. “Come on. Wong… hasn’t he been through enough?”

You watch as Wong's face softens, behind him, another portal opens to Kamar-Taj. “Just leave me out of this.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.” Wong enters the portal and it closes quickly behind him. Then Strange turns to Peter and has a friendly grin on his face.

The scene in the ancient chamber plays. Strange attempts to cast the spell, Peter keeps changing it mid spell, Strange gets mad at Peter.

Upstairs, everything starts shaking and you look over as a relic falls apart when one of the apprentices tries to hold onto it for support. You quickly make your way down to make sure everything is alright.

“Did it work?” Your voice shook as you looked around and saw Strange visibly angered.

“No. He changed my spell six times-”

“Five times.” You both looked over at Peter who now looked nervous again.

“You changed my spell! You don’t do that! I told you-” He looks at the trapped spell in the centre of the room. “And that is why!” You all look towards the orb with the tiny spell inside. “That spell was completely out of control. If I hadn’t shut it down, something catastrophic could have happened!”

“Stephen, listen, I am so sorry-”

“Call me sir”

Everything is quiet for a moment as you watch the exchange, already developing a way to talk to Strange who you felt was being way too hard on Peter.

“Sorry, sir…” Peter mumbled.

“You know, after everything we’ve been through together, somehow I always forget you’re… you’re just a kid.” You watch as Peter looks down, clearly feeling ashamed of himself. “Look, Parker.” His tone softens. “The problem is not Mysterio. It’s you.” You shoot Strange a daring look, he knows he’s already pressing too far on Peter. “Trying to live two different lives, and the longer you do that the more dangerous it becomes, believe me.” He pauses for a moment. “I’m so sorry about you and your friends not getting into college. But if they rejected you, and you tried to convince them to reconsider, there’s nothing else you can do.” We all stand in silence for a moment and we watch as Peter's face changes slightly.

“When you say “Convince them” you mean like I could have called them?”

“Yea.”

“I can do that?”

“You haven’t called the-”

“Well I mean, I got their letter and I assumed that that was-” You finally cut in.

“I’m sorry, are you telling us that you didn’t think to call and plead your case with them first before you asked Strange to brainwash the entire world?” you asked him more calmly than Strange would have.

“Well, I mean, when you put it like that, then-”

“I can’t believe that kid. He’s fought a giant purple goblin and he can’t think of calling a college and talking to them for reconsideration?” He speaks angrily and you follow him into his room.

“You know, I think I might be able to get into the college if I applied.” You watch as he sits on the edge of his bed. “I mean, I’m basically also twenty-three just like Peter, just a bit more complicated.”

“Complicated because you were frozen in ice at 12, then blipped at 17?”

“Yea complicated because of that.” You put your knees on his bed and make your way behind him. “But you’re way too hard on him, you’re hard on me too.”

“Not as hard on you as I am on him though, I could never yell at you.” You sit up on your knees and place both of your hands on his shoulders, starting to gently massage his muscles.

“You’ve yelled at me plenty of times before Mr. Strange.” you whisper close to his ear and continue to massage him.

“Yes but that was before we all fought a giant grape.” He sighs a little and tilts his head slightly to the side, taking a deep breath as your hands begin to relax his muscles. “And if I can remember clearly, you used your powers to heal Stark. And you also used your powers to find Thanos.” He leans back a little against your front. “Tell me, if it wasn’t your dad who used the glove, if it was someone else like Clint or Scott, would you still have used your powers to save them?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Well because when you use your Saint, you're taking the pain out of their body and putting it into your own body, and you also move their wounds from theirs to yours.”

“Well, I still would’ve Sainted them. Maybe not you though.” You giggle a little as he turns around and grabs you by the waist.

“Oh really?” You reach down to try pulling his hands off of your waist, laying back as he presses forward on top of you.

“No of course not really.” You laugh as he lays on top of you with one of his knees between your thighs. “You should consider telling Fury that it’s safe for me to leave. I know how to control my powers…”

“Yea, you do, but the second you leave the Sanctum I won’t be able to find you again unless you come to find me for something.” He moves until he's stradling your legs, one of his hands is pressed onto your lower abdomen, and his other hand rests on his thigh as he sits back on his heels.

“Well yea, I like to have my freedom.” You sigh a little as he leans down slowly and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, making you smile softly.

“You have your freedom as long as you’re by my side.” He gently moves his hand down to the end of your shirt and slowly glides his hand carefully over your stomach. “You know.” His voice drops to a whisper as he pauses for a moment and runs his hand over your smooth skin. “You were 17 during the blip… does that make it still wrong for me to touch you? Or will you consider yourself to be twenty three for me?” He grins as he leans down again, his lips gently brushing against your cheek and gently trailing along your jaw and neck.

“I can be twenty three for now… If you want.” You feel your body heating up and you’re sure he could smell you.

“You smell so sweet…” He mumbles as he leans back to press kisses to your stomach and thighs.

Thanks to your powers and the way you were built, when you're turned on, people can smell your arousal no matter how heightened their senses are.

you could feel his tongue slowly trail wet licks between your thighs. His large hands caressing your thighs and gently moving up to grab your hips.

“You look so beautiful…” He lays one more kiss to your stomach as he leans back up and connects his lips to yours in a long kiss. You reach up to wrap your arms around the back of his neck, keeping him close as he wraps one of his arms around the back of your waist to lift your body against his.

“You know you’re really pretty too…?” You whisper softly with a quiet laugh as he chuckles and lays more kisses to your neck, making you involuntarily arch your back up to get closer to him. Now you could really feel your body heating up. Your lips part slightly as you start to breathe more heavily, and he admired your breasts move slightly as your chest moved up and down. You blush when you see him lick his bottom lip like a starved lion and you were his prey.

“Are you feeling any better? Or do I still have to wait…” You look down a little as you watch him run his hand down to where you were stabbed while fighting Thanos.

“I think I’ll be fine, just be careful if you grab my waist.” With that, he wraps both arms behind your back and moves you until we’re both lying on the bed.

“Remind me of our safeword, my rose…” He speaks softly as he begins to unbutton your blouse and skirt.

“Jumanji.”

“We really need to work on your safeword…” As soon as he finishes speaking, you feel something wrap around your wrists and you look up to see a string of his orange magic attach both of your wrists to the bed.

Fuck

He admired how you looked. Strapped down on his bed as he towered over you.

“You are so fucking perfect you know that?” He growls a little as he grinds against your thigh, his hard length making you whimper a little.

“You don’t have to sweet talk me to turn me on you know…”

“I’m just speaking the truth.”

“That’s not the truth.” He reaches up and grabs onto your chin almost painfully and forces you to look into his eyes.

“Y/N.” His voice was daring. “You’re beautiful and if you ever start to think otherwise, I swear I’ll fuck you until you can’t even comprehend what the word ugly even means. I’ll have you screaming my name and telling you how beautiful you are then when you finally believe I’ll bend you over until you apologise for ever believing you’re not.” He stares into your eyes a moment longer before pressing a rough kiss to your lips.

You kissed for what felt like hours, and honestly you wished it had never stopped.

When he felt your legs open from under him, he couldn’t resist touching you. His hand slid down until he could feel your sensitive skin. “Fuck” He mumbled as he began to rub over your clit with his fingers, making your hips buck up in response.

“Please…” She breathes quietly as his fingers spread her lips, playing with your clit as you continue to buck against his hand, a quiet moan escaping your lips as he leans down, removes your panties, and roughly brings his tongue down to lick you from your opening to your clit. Repeating the movement two more times before diving his tongue into you, tasting your sweet hole.

“You always taste so fucking good…” He begins to lean back up your body, rubbing the bulge in his pants against your thigh before running his hand down and rubbing your clit again, teasing your entrance with one of his fingers before pushing two of his fingers into your hole. “Fucking perfect…” He curls his fingers to perfectly hit that spot inside of you that drives you wild while his thumb runs rough circles over your clit.

He began to plunge his two fingers in and out of you, causing you to moan in pleasure.

You began to moan more wildly as his movements became more urgent and you felt a familiar heat rise inside of your lower stomach.

The more you moved, the more he struggled to keep you still. He leans up a little, placing his free hand on your hip to hold you down as he adds a finger to your tight hole. “Cum for me little rose… cum on my fingers like a good girl…” His voice makes your head go foggy and your eyes flutter. You throbbed as you felt the pleasure course through you, rushing through you like a waterfall, and you whined at the feeling of his fingers leaving your hole. Making you lay there in breathy moans.

You watch as he brings his finger up to his lips and licks your arousal off his fingers, then he leans his face over yours, pressing a gently kiss to your temple, then pulling back and resting his hand over your throat before pressing down with his weight onto your throat, making you gasp. “Open.” He demands.

As you open your mouth, he leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your bottom lip, then leans back to spit into your mouth, moving a little with one of his hands still circling your throat and his other hand gently resting on your waist. “Swallow.”

And you did.

As much as you hated it when people saw you as vulnerable and weak, you swallow his spit. “Good girl..” He growls as he finally positions himself between your legs and you whine as you feel the tip of his cock against your hole, before slowly pushing himself inside of you. Stay quiet, he doesn’t like it when you’re loud during the day.

“Stay quiet…” He growls quietly into your ear before beginning to slowly move inside of you, easily brushing himself against your G-spot everytime he moves, making you arch your back off the bed, begging for more movement as you moan quietly.

“Shhh… M’not goin n’y faster n’til I know y’can take me slow…” He mumbles, continuing to move slowly inside of you, being careful not to grip your waist where you had been hurt.

After you stayed quiet for a few moments, he began to move more quickly, pulling out before slamming back into you.

“Fuck you’re so perfect…” He gently grabbed onto your hip with one hand, and squeezed your throat tighten with his other hand, making your moans become more desperate.

Suddenly you feel warm, and your body starts to shake as you feel yourself come close to another orgasm.

“Fuck, rosey, you feel so good… cum on my cock…” He squeezes your throat tighter, making you gasp a little for air. “Fuck, please tell me you’re still on birth control…” He leans up a little, releasing your throat and pressing both of his hands flat onto your waist, causing a wave of pain to shoot through your body as he accidentally presses his palm onto your wound, but it quickly numbs as it’s mixed with the next orgasm that tears through your body and you feel a warm liquid fill your hole as he carefully pulls out.

“Fuck I’m sorry if that hurt…” He gently runs his hand over the large bandage covering your wound.

“M’ okay…” You mumble. “M’ okay…”

“Okay.” He leans forward and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, then he stands up off the bed and walks into the bathroom, coming back out with a warm towel.

With the wave of his hand, the magic that was restraining your wrists disappears and he kneels next to you on the bed, gently cleaning both of your liquids off your thighs.

“You know, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let you go Y/N” He finishes cleaning the mess and watches as you sit up.

“I don’t mind never leaving…” You mumble. He leans forward and presses a gentle kiss on your lips, you smile and kiss him back.

“I love you, rose bud…”

“Love you too…”

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kakushusband · 1 year ago

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Kit Karyotype

Aliases: Krait, Nekrom

Age: 36-42

Pronouns: he/they/it/she*

(if I feel like it. please dont use it yourself.)

Species: Anguipera Venenata

Height: 1,75m standing, ~70cm on all fours

Alignment: this specific version is Good!

Media: SMTAS, AEMH, TSSM. Tl;dr Marvel Toons

(f/os are sorted by color too! To make things easier :-])

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Skills:

Necrotic venom

Wall climbing

Teleportation

Camouflage/color changing

Extremely precise scent recognition

Thought projection + suggestion/behavior influence. Not exactly hypnosis or mind control, but a strong suggestion that leaves the mind malleable. He's also not a telepath; his only skill is making you hear His thoughts.

Other:

Mediation/negotiation/bargaining

Medicine and caregiving

Planning

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Relationships

Mac Gargan, Sarah (Gargan?), Curt + Martha Connors: romantic

Rhino, Otto Octavius, Quentin Beck, Flint Marko, Adrian Toomes: platonic

Hank Pym, Janet Van Dyne, Ultron, Vision, Whirlwind: Eddie Brock, Shocker: it's complicated/undecided

Peter Parker: truce in SMTAS, allies in TSSM

The Avengers: depends on the narrative. Enemies for now.

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Since Kit is the only oc I have for Marvel, he has at least 3 different backstories, and I don't have time to write down each one! This is for TSSM only, because it's what I'm focused on at the time of making this! That one is also a bifurcated road, though; this is the non-villain version of it. We'll get to Electro later, promise 💛

Kit is an amnesiac alien that crash landed somewhere in the New York Bay a year before the series kicked up. With no memory of his origins, abilities, or even name, Kit crawls out of the water to seek help on land a few days later.

However, this only served to get him cornered by police since his odd looks were stirring up trouble. Scared, alone, and afraid for his life in a place he didn't know, he lunges at one of the officers, and bites his arm with strength he didn't know he had.

Everyone, Kit included, watches, horrified, as the cop's arm melts away in less than a minute. It's a disgusting mess, and Kit is even more scared now that he knows there's no way they're letting him out alive. Exhausted and desperate, he can only bring himself to curl up and mentally shout for them to leave him alone.

Surprisingly, this seems to work - every officer surrounding him is stunned, frozen in place. Had Kit been graced with more time or a working memory of his powers, he would have definitely taken advantage of the situation to make sure they didn't remember this traumatizing event. Since he had neither at the time, all he did was run off, hoping he wouldn't be followed.

Nothing of interest happened in the following year. There were rumors about a monstrous fish creature circulating now - they called him 'Krait' apparently, some even jokingly referring to the creature as 'Nekrom' if they knew about what happened that night - but Kit's life wasn't interesting because of it. All he did was try to survive in this noisy, unfamiliar world without, living off of weird hiding places and less than pleasant food sources. He did take to calling himself "Krait", though - it sounded familiar enough, and he didn't have anything else.

Eventually, we jump to the night of "Natural Selection", where Kit's hideout for the day is the Reptile House at the nearby zoo. He witnesses the whole lizard mess, of course - and he watches long enough to see the beast transform back into Curt Connors.

As the commotion ends, Kit is struck with an idea to give himself a lead into learning his identity, since he wasn't getting anything alone - he'd seen Curt in the news before, and, as far as he knew, a geneticist was his best bet at discovering the truth about himself. Better yet, a geneticist that was very much not likely to call the cops now, after everything he'd done.

Kit hangs around the campus in secret from then on - having rediscovered his camouflage and wall climbing abilities in the meantime, he puts them to good use - and waits out for a night where Curt enters the lab alone. One person was easier to convince - besides, however horrible it made Kit feel for doing things this way, Curt's guilt was the only somewhat solid footing he had in this situation, and he was banking on it for his own safety.

The rain is pouring as Curt hurries into the lab because he forgot something, doesn't matter what. Unbeknownst to him, Kit is already in the room, and plans to keep him there until he complies with his terms - he's desperate.

The doors are locked and the lights suddenly go out. Curt isn't really alarmed - not until he notices there's a person in the lab with him. He's ready to fight for his life, if he has to - he was in the military, after all.

But before Kit can say anything, a particularly deafening thunder surrounds them, making the windows shake hard enough that they seemed close to shattering. Kit let's out a loud yelp, and scurries under the nearest table, trembling.

This lessens Curt's apprehension - it's hard to be scared of someone who's afraid of something your son got over his fear of years ago - and he turns the lights back on. Not willing to leave whoever it might be in his lab alone, he approaches the table he saw them hide under - carefully, of course.

And, well. That's how they meet! Kit does end up talking it out with Curt, and they come to an agreement since it's hard to turn down the offer to study something you'd never seen before, even harder if you know they might not be from your planet. Over the months, Curt, Martha and Kit get closer as they work together to figure out Kit's origins, and since Kit has nowhere to go and doesn't know anyone else, he mostly sticks with them one way or another.

Ik this ending is a bit abrupt but I don't wanna keep u here even longer ^^;;

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Notes

Before recovering his memories, Kit is terrible at fighting. His expertise is manipulating people and situations so things go his way.

Because I don't care for making more than 1 Marvel oc, Kit's story is all over the place. Seems to me like his basis of operations is New York no matter what, though. Also, the TSSM one is more interesting to me atm, bc I get to explore a Kit that had the privilege of being treated with kindness and patience.

Kit also knows who Spider Man is, and this makes some things complicated while simplifying others. If Peter wants to, he can get his internship back without exposing his identity, no problem. But he feels insanely uneasy when he bonds with the symbiote, for reasons he can't pin down...

He'll get his memories back, eventually! He's very eager to tell Billy (and everyone else, but he really does love this kid too) everything he knows and all the planets he's been to :)! The truth is that Kit has a little bit more in the works, but I'll wait till I finish the series to write more!

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backtothefanfiction · 1 year ago

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The Angel In The Garden of Evil | Chapter Six: He's Got A Soul As Sweet As Blood Red Jam

Summary: Peter may seem like a big tough gangster to the rest of the world but he's still that soft boy from Queens underneath it all.

Warnings: 18+ Only, eventual smut (like real soon), slight fluff and jokes, this is mostly plot, character and world building

Word Count: 4.4K

A/N: This is basically just world building and further character development but still does a lot to bridge the gap between our lovers with their one to one dinner date. Expect some more name dropping and greater universe references and a lot of links back to our initial prologue and Peter's origins of friendly neighbourhood super hero to mob boss. Also title comes from the second verse of Lana Del Rey's Off To The Races, wanted to use both lines but it would have been too long. Anyway enjoy!

SIX

Peter had organised Miguel to drop the two of them off at F.E.A.S.T an hour later. The acronym stood for food, emergency, aid, shelter, training. It was a community outreach hub for the homeless or those in need. They had set multiple buildings up across the city under the banner when Peter first switched from being the friendly neighbourhood crime fighting vigilante to being a criminal in his own right. He still wasn’t like all those other guys though. Guys like her Father, Dr Octavious or even Quentin Beck. Whereas all those guys were solely out for themselves, Peter had never forgotten his roots or his mission to help his community. No, he was more like a Robin Hood figure. At least 50% of his annual profit always went back to the people.

And she had been there with him to set the whole thing up. After that first conversation they’d had all those years ago in the darkness of her college dorm room, they went back and forth for hours about what the people really need. Thus F.E.A.S.T was born.

They climbed out of the car and Miles quickly went round to open the trunk, to a mass of pink cake boxes. They quickly began to unload them from the car. Miles held out his arms and Angel stacked one box on top of the other until they were up to his eyeline. She took the final box out of the trunk before closing the boot. She shot a quick look of thanks Miguel’s way before her and Mile’s made their way to the door.

Her fingers quickly rooted around in her blazer pocket for the set of keys Peter had given her, her fingers holding a fob up to the side door of the building. There was a low buzz as the door unlocked and they shuffled their way inside with the boxes.

“Hey Karen.” Angel said, greeting a strawberry blonde woman as she made her way towards the same door her and Mile’s had just come through.

“Hey!” Karen beamed upon seeing her, an arm quickly raising to wrap around Angel’s shoulder. “Where have you been? I haven’t seen you in ages.”

“It’s complicated.” Angel briefly responded. “How’s Matt?”

“Oh, you know how he is, always takes on too many clients and never leaves himself enough time.”

“We’ll have to catch up properly soon.” Angel beamed.

“Yes. We definitely will. Look I’ve gotta run, I’ve gotta get some paperwork over to city hall before they close, but it was great seeing you.” Karen spoke joyfully as she wrapped Angel into her arms once more.

“Yeah, and you.” Angel concluded their conversation as Karen began to make her way to the door, buzzing herself out.

“Okay… so where are we putting these?” Miles asked, motioning to the boxes he was beginning to get frustrated with holding, after all, pink was not his colour.

She rolled her eyes before saying, “This way.” as she began to walk through the familiar halls.

Not much had changed since the last time she had been there. Maybe some of the faces, but she was still surprised to see so many familiar ones. Particular Nurses who saw patients with doctors in special designated consultation rooms, all paid for by the Benjamin Parker foundation, little kids who enjoy coming and hanging out in the rec rooms recognising her, smiling and waving as she passed them.

“Hi, Angel.”

“Hi.” she’d say back.

“Hi, Angel.”

“Hi!” It was like that all the way down to the food hall. A large canteen that served regular hot meals for anyone in need, whether you were living on the streets, struggling for money or simply had no idea how to cook. It was a bustling hub of life and community. Mothers talking over cups of coffee as their kids bonded and played together. Newly divorced men looking for someone to talk to and sharing a table with those who called the streets their home as they swapped life stories. It was her favourite place in the world and her proudest achievement in life.

They set the boxes down on a free table along the back wall, opening them up to display the fresh goods. There was a sudden thud to her side as a small girl collided with her thigh, her small arms reaching to wrap around her waist.

“Angel!” the girl beamed, “You came back.”

Angel recognised the young girl immediately. She had grown a fair bit since she had last seen her at the shelter. “Of course I did.” Angel beamed as her arms instinctively wrapped around her. “Look how much you’ve grown.” Angel commented.

“Look, I’ve got a loose tooth.” The girl said proudly as she used her fingers to pull down her lower lip and show it off.

“Oh wow. You make sure you take good care of it and that it gets to the tooth fairy okay, yeah?”

“I will.” she beamed before she ran off back towards her mother who politely smiled and waved in her direction from her seat at one of the tables.

“Wow, you really know everyone here.” Miles interjected as she continued to watch the young girl as she joined another little girl at a smaller coloring table.

“Believe it or not Miles, this used to be my livelihood. I used to come down and spend so many of my days here helping out. Veronica was actually born here.” She said motioning to the little girl who kept looking back and smiling at her.

“You don’t say.” Miles said with a smile as he finally began to relax.

“It’s my favourite place in the world.” she said fondly. “Come on, I’ll give you the proper tour.”

They walked around the halls together as she gave him the grand tour of all three floors. As well as the already mentioned doctor’s rooms, cafeteria, common rooms and childrens playrooms, there were counselling suites and consultation rooms for legal advice. The second floor had a community hall with regular classes from toddler groups to self defence lessons. The whole top floor was dedicated to the homeless project that provided emergency beds for those rough sleeping whether on site there at the hub or being relocated to one of the apartment buildings they had bought out as temporary accommodation until they could get their feet back on the ground.

They sat and talked to people in the communities, helped out staff where they could and overall tried to inject some light into people's lives amongst the darkness.

“Hey.” a familiar voice said behind her as Veronica, who had just come and given her a picture she had drawn for her, ran back to the coloring table.

“Heeyy!” she beamed softly as she turned around to find her husband.

His hand tenderly braced itself against her lower back and she couldn’t help but melt into his warm touch. She had become so wrapped up in what she was doing, she had almost completely forgotten everything else that had come to pass. The way that everyone had opened their arms to her made her feel like the last three years had never happened, let alone the last 4 hours she had spent there.

“I went back to May’s apartment but you weren’t there.”

“No.” she smiled fondly.

The whole moment felt so domestic, reminding him of days gone by where he would pick her up on Friday afternoons, a moment for him to show his own face and see all of the hard work that was continuing to be carried out with his money. He turned his head around the room looking for Miles, only to find him sitting on a tiny chair next to a little boy on a purple bean bag, playing with the new playstation that had recently been acquired.

“I’m assuming all of the baked goods are gone?” he asked, attempting to keep civil conversation and find good ground between them.

“Actually I think there might be a cupcake or two still in there if you want one.”

They smiled fondly at one another. He had to admit, despite all of the shit he ended up being involved with on a day to day basis, whenever he came back here, seeing families and communities thrive, it made it all worth it,

“You ready to get out of here and go for that dinner?” He asked softly.

She silently nodded as she found herself suddenly drowning in his honey brown eyes. Those soft eyes. The ones he used to look at her with back when they first met. Back when he would sneak into her dorm room. His gaze would soften like molten honey, a sickly sweet sensation always pulling her in as he told her how beautiful she was, his Angel. “Yes.” she finally said slowly, finding her voice. It was barely audible above the noise of the room, but she knew he heard it.

“Yo, Miles!” Peter hollered across the room to him, causing the younger gentleman’s ears to prick up, his head turning slightly, but his eyes never left the screen. “You’re free, man, go home.”

“Yeah, okay, just a minute!” he called back, “I just gotta win this race.”

“Nu uh.” the young boy next to him replied before Miles playfully bumped the kids shoulder with his own.

Angel couldn’t help but let out a small giggle at the exchange as she grabbed her blazer off the back of a chair as they left.

When they got out onto the street Angel had expected to find Miguel outside waiting for them, but instead her eyes came to rest on a black Maserati she recognised from her quick glance across the garage in their rush the night before. “Where’s Miguel?” she asked as Peter began to make his way towards the car, opening the passenger door for her.

“I’ve got him out running an errand with Harry.” he replied as she stepped past him to slide herself into the passenger seat. “Plus, I want tonight to be just about us.” He said, his head bending down to look at her through the door frame.

“Okay, duly noted.” she replied with a curt smile before he closed the door on her. “So does that mean we’re gonna get through a whole evening without interruptions?” She asked when he climbed into the driver's seat on the other side.

He shuffled slightly in his seat before reaching into the inside pocket of his blazer for his phone making a show of putting it on aeroplane mode before handing it to her for safe keeping. She pursed her lips, attempting to keep a straight face as she looked down at the phone now turning around in her fingertips, trying not to let on how big of a deal that was for the two of them.

“So where are we going?” she asked as he clicked his seatbelt into place before starting the car up with a loud rev of the engine for good measure. She had no doubt he was showboating, trying to impress.

“Oh, now that would ruin the surprise.” he said as he quickly revved the car and sped away.

*****

They arrived 10 minutes later outside a restaurant on the upper east side called the Lemon Grove. The whole front of the building was lit with fairy lights and vines filled with fake lemons. They got out of the car and Peter tossed his keys to a waiting valet before his now free hand rested comfortably at the small of her back as he guided her to the restaurant door.

“Hi, good evening, welcome to the Lemon Grove, do you have a booking with us this evening?” a gentleman, who looked to be nearing his forties asked.

“Yes, there should be a table for two under Parker.” Peter said.

The maître d' scanned his list before saying “ahh yes, here it is. If you’d like to follow me this way.” he encouraged them as he held out a hand for them to follow him.

He led them through the bustling restaurant and over to a table tucked away to the back. He moved to pull out a chair for Angel but Peter quickly cut him off, “It’s okay, I’ve got it.” he said, wanting to make a show of putting in the effort with her after their fight earlier on he was still trying to make up for.

“Okay.” the maître d' said as he took a step back.

When Peter had stepped back around to the other side of the table and began taking his seat the maître d' stepped forward again to place the menus on either side of the table in front of them.

“Thank you.” Angel smiled, as Peter tucked his chair in.

“Can I get either of you a drink? Or would you like to take a moment to look at the wine list?” The maître d' asked, motioning to the smaller menu already on the table.

Before she had had a chance to say anything Peter hastily grabbed the wine list, scanning it over, before ordering them a bottle of an Italian Cabernet from Tuscany.

“Coming right up, sir.” The maître d' said before walking away and leaving them to their table.

“You still love Italian food right?” Peter asked her as they both reached for their menus to start gazing over the cuisine.

“Would you hate me if I actually said I’d gone off it.” she deadpanned from behind her menu, causing him to freeze. “I mean, living in Italy for just over two years…” she continued, seeing how far she could push him and make him squirm. She watched over the top of her menu as he swallowed uneasily. “I’m kidding Pete.” she quickly said as he met her eyes, a smile creeping across her face.

“Don’t do that.” he quickly shook his head at her, but he couldn’t hide from her the small quirk in the corner of his lip at realising he’d been had. “No.” he continued, trying to brush it off.

“What? Spider boy can’t take a joke anymore?” she teased as she fought with the grin that wanted to take over her whole face.

“Oh no, I can take a joke.” he quickly interjects, looking to cover himself.

“Yes, of course.” she mockingly nods as he continues to get a hold of himself.

“It’s just, not often that I am the victim to them.”

“Okay.” she smirked as she continued to nod, her eyes turning back to the menu in front of her as she scanned the list of foods.

It was at that point she realised she hadn’t really eaten since their breakfast meeting this morning.

“What is it?” he quickly asked, noticing the sudden furrow to her brow, an air of concern taking over his whole body.

“Nothing, it’s nothing.” She hastily responded, not wanting him to stress or feel like matters were worse than they were, as if either of them still weren’t somewhat on alert after the events of the past 24 hours, an unconscious paranoia just waiting to take over. “I just realised I haven’t eaten since breakfast.”

“Oh.” he interjected quietly as he began to settle again.

They sat in silence for a moment as they continued to scan the menu, that unspoken paranoia sitting heavily in the middle of the table between them after his reaction that neither was sure how to shift.

“So do you know what you want?” he asked, clearing his throat slightly and breaking up the silence between them.

He watched for a moment as she flicked back and forth between pages. “Yes… no… maybe?” He can’t help but be warmed by the small questioning look on her face, one eyebrow twitching higher than the other, her head tipping slightly as she muddled over the different options in her head. It was the same look she used to get when he would watch her study for a test or when she was struggling to work something out for her thesis, back when she was still at college.

A waiter came over with their drinks and it made Peter smile when she didn’t even look up from the menu, but still reached for the glass the moment it had been sat down, swiftly bringing it to her lips and taking a sip.

“Do we know what we’d like to order this evening?” The waiter asked as he stood patiently next to the table.

Peter was about to ask for him to give them another moment when she closed the menu and sat it down in front of her. There was a pause as if to check she really was ready, when she said. “Off you go.” tipping her head to encourage Peter to place his order, as she once again brought her wine glass coily to her lips.

“Are we doing starters?” Peter quickly questioned her, an old habit suddenly popping into his head.

“Peter, just order.” she replied, but he could see the quirk of her lip and recognised the sudden dark gaze to her eye and knew she was up to something.

“Okay…” he hesitantly said, his head turning towards the waiter. “We’ll take the calamari and a portion of arancini to share for starters.” he began, his eyes quickly glancing back to his date for confirmation she was okay with this. She merely raised her eyebrows as she sank back in her seat, wine glass still poised in her hand, the tiniest tilt to her head encouraging him on. “Then for mains, I’ll take the sea bass…” he paused, flashing her another glance and her eyebrows rose higher still, encouraging him to surprise her and order for her. He quickly scanned back over the menu before him, re-familiarising himself with it. He smiled to himself. “She’ll have the parmigiana di melanzane, a portion of bruschetta and a small caprese salad on the side.” He said with perfect pronunciation as he ordered her a selection of their starters for her to pick and choose from like an Italian version of tapas. Once she had laid down the gauntlet he had felt her tense slightly, worrying whether or not he’d order the right thing, but upon making the order, he could feel her energy begin to relax, a smile forming on her lips again.

“Is that everything, sir?” the waiter asked.

“Yes, I think it is.” Peter said with a smile dismissing the waiter who quickly took their menus from them before heading to the kitchen with their order.

There was a pause between them as Peter took a sip of his wine and they tried to work out what to talk about.

“How’s your shoulder?” Peter asked her as she folded her hands into her lap.

“It’s okay. A little tender but, it’s fine.” Her fingers automatically reached for the shoulder in question but quickly lowered her hand back into her lap.

“How bad was the house?” she asked. Peter noticed there was a slight hesitancy to her question, as if it pained her to think about.

“It’s gonna take a bit of work but-”

“Do you think we’ll be able to go back there, or will we need to sell it?”

Her question seemed to answer her previous hesitancy. It had been their house, their home. The place they had picked out together, decorated together. Lived in together. They’d always seen it as their forever home. The place to raise kids one day. Maybe get a dog. Hold large family events in the backyard. They’d tried so hard to keep it separate from everything else and now that privacy had been violated.

He was silent for a moment as he considered his response. “I won’t lie… it might have to be a possibility.” He watched her closely as she exhaled the breath she had been holding, the usual twinkle in her eye fading as the reality of their situation took over once more. “But until-”

“I know.” she said, not needing him to finish his sentence, her own mind already completing it for her. ‘Until the Vulture had been taken care of, they wouldn’t even be able to consider the house safe enough to go home.’

“So what do we do?” she asked. “I mean we can’t very well keep staying at May’s.” she noted.

Peter was silent for a moment as he looked down at the table in front of him. He had that face on him, she noted, the one where he had something planned but didn’t want to let on that he in fact had a plan.

He was saved by the arrival of their starters, the food being placed down in the middle of the table for them both to pick at.

“Thank you.” Angel said politely to the waiter as he quickly made his retreat, leaving them alone once more.

“Oh my god.” she sighed as she took a bite out of one of the arancini balls with a groan of satisfaction. “That’s amazing.”

Peter’s face changed to one of pleasant surprise as he placed one into his mouth and confirmed his wife's reaction by having a similar one, his own humm of satisfaction vibrating his lips as he chewed.

“So is it as good as the stuff in the actual country or…?” he asked as they moved on to the calamari.

“Not bad.” she confirmed as she finished her mouthful. “I made friends with this lovely old woman who lived down the road from the house and she used to make the best meatballs I have ever tasted. She had just that right ratio of tomato and garlic and she’d slow cook them so they just melted in your mouth.” Angel gushed.

“Now I’m glad I didn’t order the meatballs.” Peter smiled. “With a description like that I don’t think they could have compared and I would have spent the whole meal feeling disappointed with my food, dreaming about these mouthwatering, slow cooked-”

She giggled, a blush forming on her cheeks as she took another sip of wine as he jokingly continued to use as many adjectives as he knew to describe a plate of meatballs he would never ultimately have.

“Oh no, I’m serious.” he continued with a smirk, “I’m gonna call Miguel right now, get him to tell them to get a jet ready so we can fly to Italy to this mysterious magical Nona who cooks the best meatballs and we will do nothing else until-”

“How are you gonna do that, when I have your phone?” she teased back.

“Fine then, you call Miguel.”

“Peter.” she giggled and chastised. He loved it when he could make her blush. Make her forget about everything else. Take them back to their youth. Quiet rainy afternoons, wrapped up in each other's arms on that small single bed.

“Okay, okay.” he conceded with a smile.

“What do you wanna do about your Father’s house?” he asked her as their main courses arrived, her three smaller plates being laid out strategically in front of her by the waiter. Peter watched as she quietly thanked him before switching the order of the plates once the waiter's back was turned. It made Peter’s stomach turn, a sickly sweet feeling that sent tingles to the joins of his jaw that made him quickly turn his head to his own plate before him, inner conflict returning as his brain remembered the question he’d just asked and all of their recent history began to drive a wedge between them once more.

“Sell it.”

“You sure?” he questioned. It had been the home she had grown up in.

“There’s nothing left for me there.” she said as she lifted a fork full of salad into her mouth.

“Did you wanna go back and sort through anything?”

“No.” she adamantly shook her head.

“Okay.” he silently nodded and agreed. “We can put all the money back into the foundation if you want. Maybe set up another hub in the city?” he asked, trying to chip away at the wall she seemed to just put up at the mention of her Father.

She paused as she lowered her cutlery. “Peter, can I ask you something?” Peter’s own hands froze either side of his plate as he gave her his full attention. “Do you ever wonder if you made the right choice?”

“What do you-”

“I mean all this.” she gestured with her hand between them. “If you hadn’t given up the suit and the mask… do you think things would have been different?”

“I think…” he paused as he tried to comprehend her question. To think of the life they would have had if he had continued to be the Spider-Man, not whatever he was today, “I think we wouldn’t have much money. I think we’d have ended up living in a shoe box apartment somewhere in Queens, still sneaking around behind your father’s back.” She quietly sipped on her wine as she listened to his thoughts. “I think a lot of people's lives would be harder because they wouldn’t have the hubs to go to when they are in need.”

“That’s not what I mean.” she quietly said as her arms came to rest on the table, her fingers reaching out to him.

“You mean, do you think he would have let you stay?”

There was silence between them. Peter watched as she slowly removed her hand from where it had reached out across the table towards him. Reached out for him, to bridge that gap that had grown between them. But he couldn’t do it. Couldn’t touch her. Couldn’t be reminded what it felt like to feel her soft skin against his.

The two of them remained silent, unable to finish their food. The weight of everything that had been or even could have been already enough for their brains to process, let alone the last of their food in front of them.

When the waiter asked if they’d like to look at the dessert menu, Peter waved him off. He instead quickly settled the bill with a generous tip and they both left.

They waited quietly side by side at the edge of the street for the car to be brought around.

“I’m sorry.” she finally blurted out as her arms closed tightly around her with the evening chill. “I shouldn’t have said anything.” she added more quietly as the car revved to a stop in front of them.

The driver quickly got out, handing Peter the keys before stepping towards the passenger door to open it.

“Get in the car.” Peter instructed softer than she expected. “There’s something I want to show you.”

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spooky-salesman · 1 year ago

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THE SILENA POST THE WORLD HAS BEEN WAITNG FOR !!

(VERYYY LONG LORE DUMP UNDER IMG CUT)

Silena is a semi main character and if she was in an official comic run, she would be the main character for a good stack of volumes.

At the start of her story, Silena is 14. A sophomore in Highschool and has a decent group of friends including Gwen, MJ, (Melis Jane) , Percy (Percy Parker), and Hazel Osborne .

She gets her mysterio powers while on a history class field trip where both her and Percy get their powers, Percy is blessed by a spider god while Silena basically has a whole magic necklace (later revealed to be a fragment of a reality stone) (this is also canon btw it’s canon every verse has its own set of stones)

Silena being the over imaginative , artsy,

fantasy and magical girl obsessed nerd she is , decides to use her powers for good and becomes “Mysteria”

It’s rather rocky at first , navigating how to use the stone, not getting flattened by villains, etc. her and Percy reveal their identities to another and grow closer as friends.

Percy has a few things happen to him as well such as MJ (his gf) being completely replaced by a chameleon from another universe .

While Percy is busy, he ignores a mugging (which happens to be Silenas dad , Quentin Beck) thinking the police can deal with it.

Silena finds her dad and thinks he’s dead. (dw he is not)

Silena , being immature and this being a “with great power comes great responsibility “ moment for Percy and Silena, Both see it in different ways .

Silena sees it as a way of revenge

Percy sees it as a way to do better.

A fight breaks out between the two (and by fight I mean fist fight.) and the two reconcile . Which is shortly interrupted by Swarm. (Also no. He is not a Nazi. I’m Jew/Romani. Why tf would I make that apart of his character) and Percy gets the “NO NOT THE BEES” treatment. (Sorry Perc, at least you and MJ can chill together in the after life)

Silena now alone , SMITES SWARM. Or tries to but it flees . Later he is defeated. This catches the eye of silvermane who “takes silena under her wing” aka. Straight up

manipulates her and makes her life straight up hell.

Brief interlude of Villains like Shocker, Rhino, Chamelon (the real one not the other universe one Dr strange killed that one) Black cat, and Wolfmann

Also a breif romance between Molten girl (liz Allen) but it ends up in a Peter and Gwen situation.

Also around this time there’s a romance between Silena and her Electra.

Between basically being under silvermanes thumb and getting magical help from Dr Stange , Silenas Life is very busy. Silena also gets other friends like Marcos (hydro man) , Lottie (White rabbit), and some minor villains like Lizard (Kris Connors ) , and Morbius (Dr.Maeve Morbius)

Silverman gets defeated via suit technicality . (Water + technology isn’t good.) also big reveal, Silenas dad is in one piece , Silvermane basically used him as a bargaining chip

Short clone saga arc + Jackal being the worst human being possible. (Dmitri, Both Scopions , and Willow the wisp respectfully experience the horrors )

2 clones introduced

Bianca Riley (Ben Riley with Kaines personality)

And Krystal Riley (Kaine with Ben Riley’s personality.)

Silena gets along great with the two at first but it is quickly shown that Bianca is the evil evil twin. Aka. No morals Spider-Man who is feral. She’s also just cruel to everyone .meanwhile Quentin tries to be a hero like Silena (and gets utterly embarrassed but it’s ok. Can you blame him?? He is just a normal guy?)

And Bianca is the first to get the venom symbiote and genuinely has to be put down after mutating into a spider creature . Honestly very cathartic for Silena and Krystal. (Bianca is a toxic friend.)

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Personality wise ; Silenas personality is very fluctuating. In video game terms she would have a changling soul from fear and hunger. In normal terms she has a little bit of an identity crisis , and depending on the person her personality changes. She can either be very optimistic or very pessimistic. Very caring or very crude. Etc etc . But she is very imaginative and a problem solver. Starting out very anxious and having her small handful of friends she grows as a character and branches out more and is more confident. That’s not to say though what she’s experienced hasn’t had an affect on her. She is still a major people pleaser most of the time because of the constant beratment from Silvermane and Bianca . And even then , as a sort of defense mechanism , she’s used the stone to seal away memories she never wants to remember again. Ever. While also being a people pleaser she can be chaotic. Often poking fun (out of endearment) at her friends or others. Though that’s not to say she’s very receptive to sarcasm or cruel jokes.she’s a very fluctuating character personality wise like I said . There is no TRUE way to describe her. She bullies and is also the bullied if that makes sense.

Also another key part is she down plays her trauma. She will always believe that what happened or happens to her is no big deal. That it’s fine and that you shouldn’t worry and that no, the glove on her arm is just for decoration and style! And no you shouldn’t tell her dad because he has so much on his shoulder’s already! Why stress him out with something that he shouldn’t worry about!

Also my voice claim for her !

https://youtu.be/k8hRbh3-zAQ?si=T410KSlMk4vuS2zJ

(konata <the Blue haired one is my vc for her btw!!)

#text post #mysterio #my art #silena beck #spiderverse #art #quentin beck #Misty beck #dmitri smerdyakov #marvel #istv #spidersona #my spiderverse #this took so long.#also Silena is a lesbian #tw implied sh

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museincarnate · 7 months ago

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"My, well you're quite the accomplished young man yourself, Miguel. I'm very happy to hear that my darling nephew continues to impress, and that he seems to live up to what led you to him." While she wasn't as thoroughly versed in the ideas and sciences that her own nephew studied, nor what Miguel had experience in, knowing that Peter was just as bright as ever, and impressed those who sought him, seemed to make the Webhead's Aunt rather happy.

"Hey! It's not my fault that a friendly neighborhood needs to stay friendly everyday. I probably could've come up with some better excuses, though." Playing into the humor of the older Spider-Man, Peter actually seemed like his usual self again; his quipping, comedic demeanor resurfacing, as if to play into Miguel's farce.

"I appreciate you lending Peter a hand with his other work, Miguel. I know he can take care of himself, but I still worry about him. And I'm very proud of him, and always have been. His Uncle Ben would just as proud, too." May Parker had every intention on speaking to Miles, once she'd gotten properly acquainted with the older Wall Crawler, and the youngest superhero certainly didn't seem to mind it, but while the trio were conversing without him putting in any input, the Harlem-born Webslinger had worked himself over to the doorway of the kitchen; leaning his head out to listen to the television, in case the anomalies they were trying to track made a move.

Not a moment sooner, would the youngest Spider-Man lean his head back into the kitchen, after audibly asking someone in the recreational room to turn up the TV's volume; a tone of urgency laced in the words that followed his interjection of the other three's conversation.

"Uh... You guys might want to see this." At least with Peter's secret validating their collective observation of what was being broadcasted on the news, Miles felt as though he didn't need to be so discreet about pulling either of the older Spider-Men aside to look into what was going on; a bit of guilt still settling itself within him, however, as he interrupted his mentor's reunion with his aunt... Even if resurrection, itself, shouldn't be something to treat like an everyday event. Without much hesitation, Peter and May Parker would both make their way to the doorway of the kitchen, that led immediately into the recreational room; gluing their eyes to the television, as a live news broadcasted interrupted the channel's scheduled programming.

"Quentin Beck, also known by his alias, Mysterio, has been sighted at a bank near the F.E.A.S.T center; sporting a black, tendril-shooting variant of his normal costume. After recent events with the city-wide symbiote fiasco, could this mean that New York's troubles are not yet over? We'll update you more, as events unfold at the location of Mysterio's reported sighting."

Just as things were at least looking positive for Peter, with his aunt's unexplained revival bringing him a semblance of joy when she seemed to be the genuine woman, herself, a familiar foe's name made its way through the lips of a news reporter; forcing a sigh out of the Queens-born superhero, before his gaze slowly shifted to his Aunt, who was already heading back into the kitchen, despite the shock of a nearby crime taking place. Of course, Miles and Peter would join her elsewhere, with Miguel likely in tow as well, if he chose to follow the others.

"Aunt May, I know I just got here, and I want to stay, but..." Whether it was old habits rearing their head, with him trying to make an excuse to leave and go save the day, or a sort of guilt for having to leave so suddenly, when his aunt was alive again, and he barely got to spend a few minutes with her, Peter sounded almost reluctant to do what he'd done countless times before; hesitation coming with every word he let pass through his own lips.

"Peter..." Aunt May began, softly, before taking one of her nephew's hands gently, and offering a reassuring smile; its meaning greater then, than it had ever been before, now that both of them knew that this secret wasn't kept any longer, and they could be honest with one another about it. "It's okay. We'll have plenty of time to talk later. I'm not going anywhere." She'd use her other hand to pat the back of his gently, before slowly releasing it, so that she could look at all three of the Spider-Men; her gaze lingering on Miles and Miguel for what felt like a suspiciously long amount of time, before she broke whatever silence there might have been between all of them.

"I'll be fine here, boys. It sounds like Spider-Man has a day to save. Be careful out there."

"I will! I'll make sure these two don't get hurt, either." Answering without any sort of inkling of an idea as to how long her gaze lingered on the other two, Peter would perk up again almost immediately, as he offered his beloved aunt one more hug, before exiting the F.E.A.S.T shelter, and waiting on the previous rooftop they occupied, so that they could all suit up and confront what seemed to be the first anomaly. On his way out, however, he'd pat Miguel on the arm, as if to tag him in, to take charge on this part of their operation.

Perhaps Mrs. Parker was just taking in the faces of a man she hadn't met until today, and the growth of a young man she hadn't seen in two years, but... Something about that lingering stare he felt on him was... Mildly unsettling, as if it wasn't like May to stare at someone like that. Miles would've even come up with an excuse to leave to help Peter and Miguel, but before he could even do so, May addressed all of them, and told them all to be safe. She didn't know about a second Spider-Man, if she'd been dead for two years, did she?

"Don't worry, Mrs. Parker. Pete'll make sure we don't get into too much trouble. I'll definitely have to tell you about what's been going on, once Spider-Man stops Mysterio!" Without incriminating himself, Miles would piggyback off of Peter's way of wording things, before following after him, and heading for the aforementioned rooftop outside of the shelter. Like his mentor, however, the Harlem-born Webhead would pass a glance to Miguel O'Hara, as a sort of signal; raising an eyebrow, as if to confirm that he wasn't the only one who felt weird about the lingering stare of Peter's revived aunt.

Once Miguel left after the two of them, they'd be waiting for him on the rooftop; donning their masks, and waiting for the eldest of the three Spider-Men to take the lead. Mysterio was sighted at a bank near the F.E.A.S.T shelter, itself, and with a symbiote suit, from the sounds of it! They were likely heading into uncharted territory, but with each other to count on, to confront their illusionist foe!

Fixated on the familiar faces of Miles Morales and her darling nephew, Peter, May Parker didn't at all seem to notice the observant behaviors of Miguel O'Hara, no matter how tall he was compared to the other two; instead seeming to blissfully take in the sights of those she was loved and helped by. Once the oldest Spider-Man began to introduce himself, however, his suave gesture would earn a flattered chortle from Peter's aunt. "My, aren't you a charmer, Miguel. If you help someone, you help everyone, I always say."

Once Miguel had mentioned that he would be honored to assist the elderly Parker, her gaze would ever so gently shift back over to Peter for just a moment, to address Miguel's kindness and purpose. "Peter, you spoil me with all this help, you know." Peter would, for a moment, smile at the amusing comment from his beloved Aunt May, as would Miles, given that each word she spoke seemed to reinforce that it could truly be her; May's focus, again, returning to Miguel. "Your help would be very much appreciated by everyone here, present company included, Miguel. I'm just about to start working on a stew for everyone staying at the shelter, and Miles might be a bit busy telling me about current events, since it seems like things are a little different than I remember."

It was all well and good that Aunt May was alive again, despite the impossibility of it all, but what she'd said about currents left Peter with a burning question that he felt needed answered; given that Aunt May's own mantra was something that was... Found on her gravestone, or said by many people that knew her. While it pained him to feel some sort of doubt about the matter, if the genuine article was right in front of him after two years, the Spider-Men couldn't be too careful about the matter.

"Aunt May... What's the last thing you remember, before coming to F.E.A.S.T?" If it was anybody that wasn't close to him, his tone would've been much less careful or concerned; a slight choke on his words just barely masking the hurt that he couldn't seem to shake, even with how positive things should have been.

"Well, Peter... I..." Hesitant in her response, her gaze would shift to both Miles and Miguel, as if their presence made answering that question a touch difficult; her nephew seemingly picking up that hesitation, however, as he softly approached her and Miguel, since Miguel was in close proximity to his aunt.

"It's okay, Aunt May... they know." While he didn't want to throw any hints that could help a hypothetical imposter fool all three of the Webheads, the vagueness of his reassurance wasn't likely to cause such a problem, if only the real Aunt May could know what her last moments were like.

"I felt weak, and I was lying in a hospital bed, here at F.E.A.S.T. Peter... Everyone was so sick, and Spider-Man was fighting so hard to get the cure to that Devil's Breath, from your mentor: Otto Octavius. I was pretty tired, and when I came to, even if I felt terrible, Spider-Man was there, and told me that I'd get all the help I needed. You were there, Peter, and you wanted to use that one dose of the cure to save me, but you knew what was right. It looks like you helped so many people... But that's the last thing I remember."

For a moment, only silence followed Aunt May's answer to Peter's justified inquiry; the correctness of her response drawing slack-jawed expressions from both Miles and Peter, before the latter of the two Earth-1048 Wall Crawlers sniffled. The Queens-born Webslinger felt his own breath hitch, before, involuntarily, his arms would wrap gently around his Aunt. "It really is you!"

While the two Parkers embraced in their reunion, Miles could only seem to feel a sense of relief, as that correct answer to his mentor's inquiry made May's presence all the more comforting, than disturbing and confusing. Still... That didn't mean that things were just perfectly fine, all of a sudden; Miguel's earlier intel about three anomalies showing up on this Earth lingering within the psyche of the youngest Spider-Man. However, getting to ask his own set of questions would be held off, as Aunt May seemed to have a few things to ask, herself; namely towards Miguel, since he was a stranger to her, despite knowing that her nephew was Spider-Man. Miles, she could understand, but Miguel? That was certainly interesting to think about.

"Miguel, Peter and Miles never told me about you, before. How'd you meet Peter? I imagine you two must be close, if you know what my nephew does for New York?"

#{lost spider; miguel}#{dragvnsovl}#{with great power; spider-man}#{youthful spider; miles morales}#{tangled web}

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dean-and-sam-says · 3 years ago

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Lucifer: I’m bi-

Sam: -sexual?

Lucifer: -polar

#source : my brain #supernatural #incorrect supernatural quotes #sam winchester #spn #incorrect spn quotes #Lucifer #I swear I had a better group up for this one but didn’t remember it #also if you see this for Peter Parker and Quentin beck #or Hosea matthews and Dutch van der Linde #that’s also me #I have reused this bc I am proud of it it’s so funny #long time no see

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just-dreaming-marvel · 3 years ago

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It’s Always Been You ~ 168

OUT OF TIME MASTERLIST

IT’S ALWAYS BEEN YOU MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 2,600ish

Summary: Peter Parker begins causing trouble in Europe, which causes Y/N and Tony to worry.

Notes: After this chapter, there’s only two more for this ending! That’s crazy! (You must read Out Of Time in order to understand this. The chapter numbers continue from Out Of Time.)

“Boss, sorry to interrupt, but it seems that the EDITH glasses have been activated,” FRIDAY interrupted Tony and Y/N as they slept.

“What are you talking about FRIDAY?” Y/N grumbled, turning so that she could bury her face into Tony.

“Mr. Stark made EDITH back when he also made BARF. EDITH is the Boss’ augmented-reality security and defense system.”

“What about the glasses part?”

“I hooked EDITH into a pair of my sunglasses,” Tony muttered. “Remember the ones I wore before going into space?”

“Yes. That makes some sense.”

“How did EDITH get engaged, FRIDAY?”

“It seems that Director Fury has followed through with your “Even Dead I’m The Hero” protocol,” FRIDAY responded.

Y/N pushed herself up so that she could give her husband a questioning look. “What protocol?” She questioned.

“Shit,” Tony muttered. He sat up and Y/N followed suit. Tony threw off his covers and headed out of the room.

“Tony?” Y/N called, following after her husband. “What is the ‘Even Dead I’m The Hero’ protocol?” He ignored her, heading into his office. “Tony.”

“It’s part of the protocol I created in case I died, specifically during the time travel incident.” Tony walked over to his screens and began working on them. “Part of it was that I sent my EDITH glasses off to Fury and Hill, instructing them to give them to Peter when the time was right. Clearly, I forgot about doing that and now Fury has given the kid them.”

“Mr. Parker has instructed EDITH to target one of his classmates,” FRIDAY stated.

“What?!” The couple exclaimed.

“Can’t FRIDAY put a stop to it?” Y/N asked.

“I’m trying to enter the EDITH system,” the AI replied.

“And I’m trying to break into the glasses,” Tony responded.

“Why don’t I just go there and—“

“No,” Tony interrupted Y/N. “We can’t have more people know about your abilities and we are stay-at-home parents now. Unless—“

“Unless one of our kids is doing something reckless and then we can go and deal with it!”

“We can deal with it from here, honey! We don’t need to go teleporting anywhere or— Got it!”

The screens immediately showed Peter’s point of view and the statistics from the glasses. His glass mates and teachers were all looking out the windows on one side of the bus.

“Peter Benjamin Parker, please tell me that you did not try to kill your classmates!” Y/N scolded.

“Y/N?” Peter whispered, surprised. “I-I-I didn’t mean to.”

“Yeah? Then why were Y/N and I woken up in the middle of the night?” Tony questioned.

“It was an accident. I was just trying to get a photo delegated off of someone’s phone and I—“

“You were using EDITH to delete a photo and somehow initiated a strike?” Tony groaned. “I should I remembered to get those glasses back from Fury.”

“I promise that I won’t do that again! It’s just that Fury needs my help and—“

“You’re helping Fury?” Y/N questioned.

“Yes, well, he’s not giving me much of a choice. He and Mr. Beck need my help.”

“Mr. Beck? Who’s he?”

“Quentin Beck, he’s the one who helped with the Water Elemental in Venice.”

“Huh, Quentin Beck,” Tony repeated quietly. “How do I know that name?”

“I promise that I’m really sorry and I won’t use EDITH unless it’s absolutely necessary.”

“As soon as you get back from Europe, the glasses are being returned to me. You understand?”

“I understand.”

“Good.”

“Stay safe Peter,” Y/N advised. “And call us if you need anything.”

“Yeah. Bye.”

Y/N sighed after Peter had hung up. She looked at her husband. It pained her to see how worried her husband was about the teenager, but it also warmed her at how much he cared.

“He’ll be wise with it,” Y/N said. She came up and set a gentle hand on his back. “Especially because he knows he’ll have the two of us to deal with if he doesn’t.”

“Yeah… right…” Tony responded, seemingly in his head.

She kissed his temple. “What are you thinking about?”

“That name Pete said… Quentin Beck… it rings a bell but I can’t figure out why.”

“I’m sure you will.” She kissed his cheek. “I’m not going to be able to get you to go back to bed, aren’t I?”

“I need to figure this out.”

Y/N sighed. “I guess I’m sleeping on the couch tonight.”

“No, you should go back to bed.”

“Oh, I’ll fall asleep easily on the couch. I just don’t want to be too far from you.”

Tony pulled her in for a loving kiss. “You’re too good to me.” They kissed again.

“I’m going to go get blankets. You get to work.”

~~~

“FRIDAY, you’ve got to try harder,” Tony sighed, running a hand down his face. “We know a Quentin Beck, we’ve just got to figure out how.”

“I am trying to break out the firewalls as fast as I can,” the AI replied.

“Who could have put up these firewalls besides me?”

“What are you doing, Daddy?”

Tony jumped at the sound of Morgan’s voice before spinning to face her. She was standing in the doorway of his office, with sleepy eyes and her stuffed shield in hand.

“I’m trying to figure out something,” Tony responded. He glanced down at his watch to see that it was almost six in the morning. “What are you doing up?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” she responded with a yawn. Tony smiled. “You and Mommy weren’t in bed and I didn’t want to wake Uncle Steve.”

“I’m sure your uncle would have been fine about you waking him up.”

“Where’s mommy?”

“She’s on the couch.” Tony motioned over to Y/N with his head. “If you go over there, don’t wake her. Mommy needs her sleep.”

Morgan nodded. Tony watched with a large smile as Morgan padded over to the couch Y/N was fast asleep on. She carefully crawled onto the couch and curled into her mother’s chest. Tony stared at his girls for a moment before getting back to work. He was typing away when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

“What are you doing up?” Steve asked, coming into the room. He was dressed, ready for his morning run, because even after retiring, some things never change.

“Ssshhh, they’re asleep,” Tony said quietly, motioning to his two girls asleep on the couch.

“What are you all doing down here this early?” Steve lowered his voice.

“Peter did something stupid last night. I couldn’t go back to sleep and Y/N didn’t want to leave me. Morgan came down not that long ago and fell asleep next to Y/N.”

“Anything I can help with?”

“I’ll let you know if you can.”

“Parker’s a good kid. This family is good for him as much as he is good for us.”

“I know that.”

“And you hate it,” Steve teased. “I know you better than you think.”

“It’s a love-hate thing.” Tony sat back in his chair and turned to face his brother-in-law. “I just… I worry that I’ve ruined the kid’s life by bringing him into the superhero life.”

Steve sighed. “That’s an understandable worry. Peter’s young, but he’s smart. He was going to get into this life whether you helped or not. And, personally, I think it’s better that he has us—has you than doing it on his own.”

Tony nodded. “Yeah… I still feel guilty.”

“Whatever the kid’s dealing with, he’s got this. Peter’s the best of us.”

Steve’s eyes found his sister and niece on the couch. He took a few steps closer as he pulled out his phone and snapped a photo. He smiled softly at the sight.

“Send that to me?” Tony requested.

“Sure,” Steve responded. “I’m going to head out on a run. Call if you need anything.”

“Will do.”

~~~

Y/N could feel someone up against her chest. Moving one arm, she felt the body. A smile grew on her face, knowing it was her daughter curled up against her. Carefully, Y/N moved Morgan so that she was cuddled up on Y/N’s chest. She looked around to see that her husband was no longer in the room. She took a deep breath in and could smell something cooking in the kitchen. Closing her eyes, Y/N could sense Tony working away at the stove.

“Tony,” she called into his mind. She giggled at the sound of kitchenware hitting each other and Tony’s small ‘shit’ that fell from his mouth. “What are you doing?”

“What are you doing?” He replied. “Sneaking up in my mind like that wasn’t cool.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Sure you are. I don’t think I’m going to let you eat the breakfast I’ve worked so hard to make.”

“Is it even eatable to begin with?”

“Rude!” Tony shouted out loud. Y/N held back a laugh to try not to wake her sleeping daughter.

“Who’s rude?” Y/N heard Steve ask, coming through the kitchen door.

“Your sister. She doesn’t trust my cooking.”

“Well…”

“You Rogers are all the same, huh?”

Steve laughed. “You have been getting better, Stark. There were just—“

“It was like two times! I gave everyone food poisoning only two times!”

“Mommy?” Morgan mumbled as she woke. “Why did Daddy yell?”

“Your father is just cooking,” Y/N responded.

“Cooking?” Morgan shook her head. “I don’t want to eat Daddy’s food.”

Y/N chuckled lightly. “How about this? You and I bravely eat Dad’s breakfast, and as a reward, we have ice cream sundaes for lunch.”

Morgan quickly nodded. “Okay!”

“But it’s just between us, okay? Well, and maybe your Uncle Steve.”

~~~

It was barely afternoon when FRIDAY finally broke through the firewalls. Y/N was getting things ready for the promised ice cream sundaes when she heard Tony hit something and exclaim ‘Damn it!’ from his office. She hurried to him.

“What is it?” Y/N wondered. “What’s wrong?”

“Quentin Beck,” Tony stated. “He used to work for me.”

“What?”

“He was a part of the BARF project. He was mad that I was using it as a therapeutic side project instead of a weapon system that could trick our enemies…. Trick the world… Beck was off his rocker so I fired him. I couldn’t trust him with the technology.”

“So this Quentin guy, he’s not good news?”

“Not at all and I worry that he will lead Peter in the wrong direction.”

Y/N stepped closer. “Then we need to call Peter. Now. FRIDAY! Get Peter on the line.”

“Calling Peter Parker,” the AI responded.

“Hello?” Peter answered after a few seconds.

“Peter, you need to be wary of Quentin Beck,” Tony stated.

“What? Why?”

“He was my former employee. He wants EDITH to do something with it. You cannot trust him.”

“He has been nothing but nice and helpful to me. We’re currently getting ready to stop one of the Elementals together.”

“Peter, you have to trust us,” Y/N pled.

“You’ve been saying that I have to be wise and make my own decisions on things. I trust Beck.”

“Peter—“

“Call has ended,” FRIDAY announced.

“Stupid, stupid kid!” Tony exclaimed. “Never should have given him the suit or the glasses.”

“We have to respect his choice, Tony,” Y/N said, “while also keeping an eye out.”

Tony shook his head and went to head to his suit. “I need to go—“

Y/N jumped in front of Tony. “No. We’re trying the stay-at-home parent approach, remember? The moment it gets too big or Peter calls for help, we’ll be there. Right now, if May trusts him there, we should too.”

“May doesn’t know everything.”

“And we aren’t really his parents.” Pain flashed over Tony’s eyes. “I know, it sucks to hear. I wish things were different, okay? I wish that we were his parents or that he had parents, but he has May, his legal guardian, and he has us, weird superhero guides.” Y/N cupped Tony’s cheek with one of her hands as she noticed Tony getting emotional. “I know, it’s hard, but it’s the facts. We will do what we can.”

“I just… if something happens to him… that’s not me.”

“We’re a team.” She leaned in and gave him a little peck on the lips. “It’s on us.”

Tony reached around Y/N, taking her in his arms and pulling her into him. He buried his head into her neck. Y/N could feel his fast-paced heart pounding against his chest onto hers. using her powers, she allowed herself to feel the anxiety rising in him and slowly began to calm it.

“Stop,” he murmured, not bothering to move.

“You need to calm,” she whispered. “You’re going to send yourself into a panic if you don’t.”

Tony allowed it, leaning into his wife more. Y/N closed her eyes and focused on just being there, the two of them. She smiled softly as she heard the sound of small feet hurrying towards the couple. Before they could bother moving, Morgan's arms were trying to wrap around their legs.

“I want to join,” she mumbled into Tony’s leg.

The couple laughed lightly. Tony pulled away enough so that he was able to pick up Morgan and bring her into the hug. She hugged back for a few moments before pulling away to look at Tony.

“Do you want some ice cream, Dad?” She asked.

He chuckled. “I would love some.”

~~~

Tony, Y/N, Morgan, and Steve were finishing up their ice cream when FRIDAY interrupted them yet again.

“Excuse me, but I am no longer able to connect to EDITH,” the AI said.

“What?” Tony and Y/N exclaimed.

They jumped up and ran into the office. Tony went over to his computer set up and began frantically typing away.

“Damn it, damn it, damn it,” Tony muttered.

“Tony, tell me that we still have contact with EDITH,” Y/N pled, holding her breath slightly.

“We’ve lost contact. FRIDAY, get Parker on the line. NOW!”

“Daddy’s on happy, is he?” Morgan questioned from where her and Steve were standing in the doorway.

“I’m afraid not,” Steve responded. He leaned down and picked the girl up. “Let’s go clean up from lunch, Mo.”

“But I want to watch Pete get in trouble.”

Steve held back a chuckle. “There will be plenty of time for that.” He walked off with his niece in his arms.

“Unfortunately, Peter Parker is not answering,” the AI announced.

“Shit,” Y/N muttered. “What do you want to do?”

“Let’s go get him,” Tony said. “I’ll ready the suits FRIDAY, ready the jet.”

“I could just portal us there if—“

“No.” Tony shook his head. “I need time before I see Peter or the kid could end up seriously injured.”

“Right. Worry about the suits, I’ll do everything else.” She left, going back to the kitchen. “Steve, we’re going to need you to watch Morgan.”

“Is Peter in trouble?” Steve asked.

“He very well could be.”

“I can watch Morgan, just let me know if you need any backup.”

“Thanks, Stevie.”

“Why can I come along?” Morgan asked.

“Oh, honey, I wish you could, but your dad and I have to deal with this on our own.”

“But I can help!”

“You can help by staying here, with your uncle. Alright?”

“Alright,” Morgan grumbled.

YN kissed her head. “I love you, Mo.”

“Love you too, mommy.”

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ironunderoos · 3 years ago

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Highschool au where bad boys Justin hammer and Quentin beck dare bad boy Tony Stark to flirt with nerdy peter parker. Sad or happy angst that is up to you

Oh boi anon, this prompt got me goiing! I love high school AU! 😍 I'm four chapters in and still writing 😊😅😆

Since I'm still editing a lot in later parts I'll post the first chapter now and hopefully the rest of the story over the coming days. Thank you so much for this lovely prompt!💖

Dare part 1

"Stark!"

Tony leaned on his locker and didn't turn at the voice calling his name. The sniveling but at the same time arrogant tone made clear that Justin Hammer was about to enter his personal space and despite him being his friend Tony did not particularly like him. Furthermore, he had no inclination to respond to someone barking his name. Enough of that at home.

Well, friends as a term was also a stretch when it came to Hammer and him. Their dads were business associates, very rich and powerful men in the weapons industry, and thus Hammer understood the life Tony led: being the single heir to a worldwide operating business, raised with more money than brain cells and getting more nanny time than family time - that kind of thing. Justin also tolerated most of Tony's antics or simply ignored them. However, if someone would have asked if he liked being around Justin, Tony would have had to admit that this wasn't the case.

"Stark! Stop ignoring me, asshole!"

Tony rolled his eyes but didn't turn. Hammer expected everything in the world to move as he commanded and if it didn't he used insults until it relented. He'd spent as much time in detention as Tony just because he couldn't get into his head that teachers didn't take it well to be called names. Luckily this was the last year of school for both of them. Soon they would be going separate ways (hopefully) and wasting their fathers' money on different universities.

Justin finally appeared in Tony's line of sight, his baby face screwed up in what might be anger. It looked more like a guinea pig with depression.

"Hammer," Tony finally acknowledged him and Justin's expression turned from angry to his usual mild discontent.

"You're an asshole," he stated for good measure and then, now that his was established, turned to lean next to Tony against the lockers. It was still a couple of minutes before the bell would call them to their first lesson and both boys used it to pose a little in front of the younger students. Justin mimicked Tony's bad boy image, even got himself a leather jacket and ripped jeans, but Tony knew that he changed into slacks in the backseat of his car before arriving home every day.

"Morning." Beck, the third member of their not-really-friends group emerged on Tony's other side. He didn't bother with wearing clothes that screamed what an independent and tough guy he was. He looked rather normal. Until you spend enough time with him to see the demons waving from behind his eyes. Nobody wanted to cross him since what happened in middle school.

Tony, Hammer and Beck were a bit of the bad boy gang of this tech oriented school. All of them had been caught smoking, taken their share of detention for skipping lessons and Beck even hacked the schools floor cleaner to make it flush the teachers' room with soap water. Beck wasn't rich, he hadn't seen a nanny or a butler in his entire life. But he shared Tony's aversion to playing by the rules and Justin's narcism, so he somehow belonged.

"I heard you fucked Christin Everhardlast night," Beck continued the conversation.

"You-... what?!" Justin turned to him, his face flushing red in an instant. He had a crush on the school's head girl for ages - one of the reasons Tony had done it.

Beck snickered, amused by the unrest he already caused. "Didn't you do her boyfriend last week?"

Tony shrugged. "I wanted to see what she liked about him."

Hammer looked as if he was ready to burst. "You're insufferable Stark! What did you do to get in her pants? Pay for it? I bet she did it for money right?" He sounded angry, but also a bit hopeful when he checked out Christin from afar.

Tony stared down on him, keeping the disgust only barely from his face. "I'd say I'm charming, Hammer."

Justin didn't look at him, too much was occupied with ogling Christine's ass in her tight jeans.

Beck snickered. "Confident, huh?"

That made Hammer turn back to them.

"Your so-called charm is bullshit. It doesn't work on everybody, Stark!" he sneered and crossed his arms in contempt.

Tony tried to ignore him but Quentin leaned in. He grinned. "You always hunt down the most famous and most popular, don't you? Like some kind of collector."

Tony eyed him suspiciously.

"They're all vain. Ready to become a scratch in your bedpost just because you're your fathers son."

Justin's eyes gleamed when he nodded. "Yes! That's it!" He completely ignored that nobody stumbled over themselves to get into his bed.

Tony however, glared at Quentin.

"What did you just say?"

Beck grinned. "No offense. People are like that. But I bet…" He made a dramatic pause that almost made Justin wet himself in anticipation. "I bet you're not so successful on someone more… smart. And humble."

Tony's eyes grew small. "And who might that be, huh?"

"Well…"

But Justin interrupted him. "Someone like… like…" he looked around. "Him!" He pointed to the other end of the hallway, to a boy in a too large sweater, who tried to reach into his locker without disturbing the group of girls standing in front of it. The girls didn't even notice his struggles until a pile of books, pens and papers poured out and tumbled onto the floor. Parker turned red as a signal light and apologized profoundly to the girls who stared at him. They turned and moved away from him while he crouched down to gather his things. He tried as best as possible to not draw any more attention as he already had and shoved everything back into the locker, but of course something stuck and the pile landed on the floor again.

Someone chuckled.

Tony cringed.

Finally the locker closed. His head between his shoulders Parker stormed off to the closest boys restroom - obviously to hide until the first lesson started.

Humble, huh? In a school like Midtown Tech, that was bound to produce future engineers and geeks, that boy was the nerdiest person Tony had ever seen!

"Peter Parker," Quentin quipped and Tony stared at him in disbelief. "Nice choice! Sounds like a bet, huh?" Before he could say a thing however, Justin butted in. "It is a bet. You get Parker to let you into his pants at the end of the week or your reputation is in shambles!"

Tony's fist wanted to meet that grin so badly, but he was one step away from getting suspended forever so he swallowed it down. It couldn't be so hard right? That Parker boy was obviously in dire need of someone. Anyone. That could also be Tony. He would have him wrapped around his finger by Wednesday and be done with it.

"It's a bet."

Part 2 can be found here

#starker #high school au #bad boy Tony #nerd peter #ironunderooswriting

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swanimagines · 3 years ago

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MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE MASTERLIST

THIS LIST IS NOT UP TO DATE, AND I DON'T KNOW WHEN I'M ABLE TO UPDATE IT. ALSO, SOME LINKS DON'T WORK/DON'T WORK PROPERLY!! PLEASE DO NOT SEND ME ASKS OR MESSAGES ABOUT LINKS NOT WORKING, I'M FULLY AWARE OF IT!

GIF IMAGINES

HEADCANONS

Being Bucky Barnes’s daughter and dating Peter Parker

Being shy and Peter Parker’s best friend

Avengers helping you through your anxiety attack

DRABBLES

Quentin Beck

Bucky Barnes

Steve Rogers

Tony Stark

Peter Parker

Natasha Romanoff

Wanda Maximoff

PREFERENCES

How would the original 6 Avengers + Loki comfort you if you lost your self-confidence

How would they tease you for being short (Steve, Bucky, Sam and Loki)

ONESHOTS

Steve Rogers

Crashing Encounter (fem!reader, fluff)

When Steve runs into Y/N while on a run with Sam and Bucky, he didn’t know where it would lead next.

Tom!Peter Parker

About a Girl in the Tower (fem!reader, kind of hurt/comfort)

Tony has a secret hidden away from his painful past in the tower. Peter knew he shouldn't have found out, but he did.

For the Better (fem!reader, hurt/comfort)

Y/N has had an arc reactor, similar to her father’s, since she was a child. But being a teenager girl with a machine helping her stay alive, doesn’t make her feel comfortable around other teenagers - and when Y/N’s father discovers this, he introduces her to Peter, in hopes the two would become friends.

Loki Odinson/Laufeyson

Second Chances (fem!reader, kinda fluffy?)

Loki sees something in Y/N which causes him to save her in the middle of the battle in New York. It has unexpected results.

#marvel #mcu #bucky barnes x reader #peter parker x reader #steve rogers x readers #loki laufeyson x reader #masterlists

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jackiequick · 2 years ago

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SPIDERMAN FAR FROM HOME AU

Ex-pairing: Amelia Parker x Quentin Beck

Main Characters: Amelia M. Parker, Peter Parker and the rest of the cast

Short Au for the film

A few short months after The Blip and the confusing turn of events, Peter was sent to a short summer vacation with his friends and classmates.

They needed a few chaperones for the trips and thankfully the gal of the hour offered to take a swing at it. Peter Parker’s older cousin Amelia Parker (Aunt May’s daughter) so off they went. Ignoring calls from Nick Fury also. Peter took his suit and EDITH glasses from Stark just in case, Amelia brought her handheld gun as well.

Mia eventually helping Peter land a date with MJ (suggesting he buys her a rose and lending him money to buy her a necklace).

Everything was going fine on the vacation until a Water Elemental attack happened in Venice, Italy. The cousins sigh and sneaked away, jumping into action. Peter took the skies as SpiderMan as Mia took the streets clearing the way for other not to get hurt. Getting soaked in the process! Screams were heard everywhere. Suddenly a mysterious figure took to the sky to defend the monster, as they tried to help him. They news called him Mysterio however his face wasn’t seen because of his suit…

Later on, everyone was at the hotel, Peter was telling Ned all about the crazy stuff happening while Mia hung out with MJ and the rest of the group. When she went to go check on Peter and Ned, she stepped in to find Ned knocked out cold, Peter in shock and Fury surprisingly sitting in a chair holding a gun.

She almost screamed but Fury cut her off, “Agent Parker and SpiderMan have been ignoring my calls. What a shame. You should know by now, not to do that.”

The cousins tried to explain the situation at hand but was cut off again. Nick order them to suit up and follow him to the boats. They has business according to him.

The night went on, suited up they entered a caved in environment fulled with technology, weaponry, SHIELD agents, most importantly Maria Hill who greeted both Parker cousins and a special guest…

Nick walked them though the halls, “And this is, Mr. Beck..”

As he said that Quentin Beck turned around in his suit with a small smile. “Mysterio.”

Peter said in awe and confusion.

“What?” Said Mr Quentin Beck as Peter explained the certain hero name.

Both of the two of them talked, praising each other for their work.

However, Mia stayed quiet rubbing her arms since she already knew of Mr. Beck. They would need to discuss it later…with no wondering eyes around. However knowing Fury and or Hill being his right hand, she figured they knew something was up.

Maria stepped in behind her and scoffed pushing her friend to speak up, “Miss Parker, it’s rude not to say hello to our guests.”

Mia jumped into action snapping out of the trance she didn’t know she was in, and sighed smiling, “Hello. Mr. Quentin Beck.”

He turned to face her with a smile and shake her hand whispering, “Hello there, Ag-Ms. Parker…really nice to see you again.”

Fury and Quentin Beck explained they situation. Saying that he’s from another earth, the monsters bringing brought here are from his earth. Peter being the sweet nerd he is exclaimed, “Sorry, your say that there’s a Multiverse?” He rambled on and on about the topic, until Fury and Maria gave him weird looks.

Mia snorted and smiled, “It is really cool. It opens up the possibilities of multitasking realities and such.”

Quentin smiled, “Don’t ever apologize for being the person in the room. It’s a gift. Share it and be proud of it.”

Peter grinned already liking him as Mia rolled her eyes grinning.

A look that Quentin enjoyed, he wouldn’t admit it but he missed her. A lot and regretted that he ended it. He snapped out of it and continued his topic of discussion on The Elementals with Maria Hill help.

Beck mentioned there was few fight and the strongest of all, took his family. Peter looked down in sadness and Mia put a hand on his shoulder empathizing with him. Peter muttered to Quentin, “I’m sorry for your lose.”

Suddenly Fury snapped them all out of moment telling them about the mission and the locations of it, calling Peter out saying, “Bitch please you’ve been to space. You can handle this.”

Peter was refusing and suggesting the mission to handed off to someone else but Fury and Hill shot him down.

Mia spoke up backing Peter up and said, “Guys if my mother, his aunt, found out that he-we left the class trip. She’s gonna kill me. And if Peter is seen like this in Europe and with that events that happen at Washington Monument his class will find out and will figure out who he is. Who we are. I can’t risk it, Peter can risk it!…If that happens, then the whole world will figure out who SpiderMan is.”

Fury glared at them, “Okay I understand, Mr Peter Parker. Why don’t you get back before your teachers and before you get brutally caught. But M-Agent Parker you will have be kept under observation and be taken with your cousin back to the hotel with another agent. That’s an order.”

Before she can speak up or shot down the said order, Maria gave her a look to not even try it. Peter thanked Nick Fury, Hill and waved goodbye at Beck, who kept watching them with awe and interest.

They left and went back to hotel before everyone could become suspicious…

That’s my mini AU! Let me know what you think 💭

Tags: @gaminggirlsstuff @eagerforthesky @mandylove1000 @mcbident @beeinitwarrior @blueboirick @msrochelleromanofffelton @blackheart-beauty @rooster-84 and etc

#marvel #far from home #spider man far from home #peter parker #quentin beck #Mysterio #rp chat #oc group #mcu oc rp

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theuntitledblog · 3 years ago

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RANKING TOP 10 VILLAINS

10. EGO - (Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2)

A slightly different choice perhaps but one that I personally feel is justified. When it comes to the first Guardians of the Galaxy film, there was really just one thing missing that would've allowed that film to soar even higher than it did; a compelling villain. Now Ego isn't a villain who's had far reaching consequences for the MCU but what he does do is elevate Guardians Vol. 2 and a large part of that comes down to casting. On first viewing it, it lulled me into a false sense of security when you consider how charming and seemingly genuine Kurt Russell's Ego was. It was a false sense of security that was helped when you consider that Taserface, Nebula and the Sovereign were also players on the board at the same time. Now while Ego's lasting impact on the grand scheme of things for the MCU is pretty much throwaway, he succeeds in helping to raise Guardians Vol. 2 above the first. Not all villains need to be judged on their lasting impact, some villains just need to do the job well enough just once.

9. MYSTERIO - (Spider-Man: Far From Home)

This is a spot that frankly could've been Vulture and Green Goblin instead of Mysterio and either would've been fair choices but I didn't want to cheat and decided to go with my gut and my gut said Mysterio. His effectiveness as villain depends heavily on how much you know about the character from the comics. Those familiar, like myself, would've seen through the deception of Quentin Beck from the off. Others would've fallen hook, line and sinker and be caught by surprise and that's no small thinks to Jake Gyllenhaal's excellent performance as Quentin Beck. Gyllenhaal's Beck is convincing for a fairly decent stretch as a friend/mentor to Tom Holland's conflicted Peter Parker. The reveal itself is played well and one of the oldest comic book villains with, lets face it, a silly design is worked perfectly into the modern MCU by the blending of Stark Tech and holographics to realize the illusion based threat of Mysterio. These are excellent mind boggling sequences. The Spider-Man MCU Trilogy is a rarity in that it nails all of its villains but it is the consequence of Mysterio's actions that have lingered the longest and cemented his place on this list.

8. ULTRON - (Avengers: Age of Ultron & What If?)

Of all the villains that the Avengers have come across, James Spader's Ultron is the one who isn't remembered with the same degree of fondness as say Loki. But I also feel that is a bit of a disservice to a villain who does makes enough of an impact to stand above many of the other villains in the MCU who haven't delivered. The visual effects are superb and Spader brings a lot of personality to a villain who gets a lot of screen time and action sequences against most of the Avengers. In hindsight yes, this a villain who required maybe a little more build up or development to be considered a lasting threat; take a look at the terrifying take of Ultron in What If? to see what potential is there. But Age of Ultron lays plenty of storytelling foundations and is more of a companion piece to the then upcoming Civil War. But Spader and director Joss Whedon manage to pull off a villain that is much better than most others in the MCU and in fact had/has more potential than most to be a lasting player.

7. ZEMO - (Captain America: Civil War)

While not the most extravagant, charismatic or powerful of foes the Avengers have faced, Zemo is by and large one of the darkest, coldest and most successful villains they've come across. Motivated by revenge but grounded in his practical understanding and acceptance that he's just a single man going up against Gods. Daniel Bruhl's quiet, calculating and it must be said brutal Zemo may not have the most memorable lines or grandest moments but he is elevated in that his revenge is understandable and there is, dare I say it, empthathy for him. The Falcon and the Winter Soldier didn't do the character too many favours by retconning his background, but Zemo deserves his place on this list as villain of one of the absolute best films of the MCU.

6. THE SCARLET WITCH - (Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness)

The biggest surprise of Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness for me was the revelation that Wanda was the villain and initially I was ... disappointed. WandaVision had shown that the character was capable of villainous acts but it went to great lengths to provide context and backstory that elevated Wanda as a character. When you also consider Wanda's journey as a whole from Age of Ultron, then actually this does work. Rather than an outright villain as such, Wanda is a grieving being whose corruption by the Darkhold book of spells have pushed her down a dark path. Elizabeth Olsen steals the movie from right under Benedict Cumberbatch as she builds on her impressive performance in WandaVision to deliver a villainous turn that is relentless and terrifying but also compelling from a character perspective. The pain and grief Olsen is able to convey is extraordinary and makes it impossible for us as the audience to not feel totally unsympathetic to her plight.

5. XU WENWU - (Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings)

Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten is very mid tier Marvel and is also a movie of two halves. Featuring stunning fight choreography with a style and tone that feels different, Shang-Chi is elevated further by Tony Leung Chiu-wai's villainous turn as Xu Wenwu. First hinted in Iron Man 3, Wenwu is essentially the real version of the Mandarin that was expected in that film. Wenwu is another villain who is given as much screen time as the hero so that we may come to understand them. His treatment here much like Loki in Thor, ensures he is one of the more interesting villains and it was delightfully unexpected. The action sequences are superb but his relationship with Simu Liu's Shang-Chi is what carries the story through. A very good villain of whom I wish we had got to spend more time with.

4. KILLMONGER - (Black Panther)

Very few villains on this list can be empathized with to the extent that Erik Killmonger is in Black Panther. Orphaned and abandoned by his Uncle to then have that anger fueled by racial injustice have created a current and memorable villain. There is a painful truth to Killmonger's motivation that can't be overlooked but the brutality he is willing to inflict such as the cold way he betrays Klaue and the extreme methods he is willing to go keep him high up on this list. The only regret is that it seems unlikely that the character will return.

3. THE WINTER SOLDIER - (Captain America: The Winter Soldier)

As someone who wasn't particularly impressed by Captain America: The First Avenger, I was blown away when the Winter Soldier came along. It was so different from the former with the political conspiracy story feeling refreshing at a time when there was a risk of the MCU becoming too formulaic. The film itself features a number of memorable characters and moments and chief among them is the Winter Solder himself. A skillful and silent killer whose presence is only amplified by his successful hits on Nick Fury and Black Widow. The Steve and Soldier showdown carries weight because he is established as a credible threat and they don't rush to a confrontation too early. The Steve/Bucky relationship was always under-developed but as a villain, The Winter Soldier more than lives up to his billing within this specific film and within this specific story.

2. LOKI - (Thor & The Avengers)

What more can be said about the MCU's first genuinely outstanding villain? Tom Hiddleston stole the show in 2011's Thor and his presence went along way to make The Avengers the success that it was. While I think it's fair to say that there's been little doubt of the threat Loki has posed over the years, he is a character that has endured none the less. Villains in the MCU tend to be more effective when the writers actually seem to take notice that the villain needs time too. All the villains on this list received that kind of time to the point that we understand what's driving them and it all started with Loki. Charismatic, funny, complex and also unpredictable. The arrival of 2021's Loki show on Disney Plus is further proof that there's still life in the character even if he's begun to move away from a position of outright villainy. It's an impressive feat for one of the original characters of the MCU, and a villain no less, to still be as popular and fresh now as he was back then.

1. THANOS - (Avengers: Infinity War & Endgame)

No villain in the MCU was awaited longer than Josh Brolin's Thanos. Avengers: Infinity War is the biggest and best film in the MCU and a significant reason for that is Thanos. A CG goliath who looks totally convincing but it's his powerful introduction and subsequent conviction in his ideals that stand out most. In the course of Infinity War, Thanos defeats the Hulk, kills Heimdall, Loki, Gamora, Vision and defeats the Avengers all before successfully wiping out half of the Universe. It's fair to say that no other villain has posed such a credible threat to the point that you feel any character is at risk when he's present. But what Infinity War does best of all for Thanos is given him screen time and development as a character. His subsequent defeat in Avengers: Endgame rings all the more sweeter because of the threat he poses and for me it is of no question that Thanos is the best villain of the MCU.

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ptergwen · 4 years ago

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web of lies

take a leap. if you start to fall, the net will appear to catch you.

photographer!peter x journalist!reader || masterlist

w/c: 7.1k

warnings: swearing, one drinking mention, descriptions of anxiety, and angst if ya squint

summary: peter can’t stop holding your hands, betty and ned are the modern day bonnie and clyde, ned is a terrible guy in the chair, the osborn’s are up to something, and mj hates you all

a/n: y’all i’m super excited about this series like i haven’t had an idea i’ve really loved in months? so it’s good to be back !!! there are tons of things i have planned and i can’t wait to share them with all of you hehe i really hope you enjoy part one <3 happy reading

to be honest, which is what you do best, you’ve had a thing for peter parker your whole time at the daily bugle. you actually almost told him once.

a couple months ago, peter walked you home on a night you worked overtime. he’d came in last minute to leave some pictures on your boss’s desk. no one else but you was there, hunched at your computer in the dim office lighting. peter was pleasantly surprised to see you, yet concerned for your well-being. you had to put your finishing touches on a story.

he didn’t feel comfortable letting you travel alone at that hour. so, he went with you when you were ready. his company was more than welcomed. you told peter about your article while you two sat on the subway. he’d listened intently, your head resting on his shoulder and his arm around you. he made sure you got to your apartment building alright as well.

“hey, peter?” you’d asked, halfway up the steps. he was waiting until you were inside and safe to leave. “hm? you good?” he’d smiled sort of expectantly. “yeah. i... i wanted to say...”

your words got caught in your throat when he gave you the softest puppy eyes you’ve ever seen. you couldn’t do it. for some reason, you were too scared to confess how you felt. “thanks again for walking me home,” you’d settled on. he’d seemed disappointed that was what you wanted to tell him. nevertheless, he said not to worry about it before taking off.

that one moment perfectly captures it all; how yours and peter’s narrative plays itself out.

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“we’ve got an update on hydra v. the people!”

“those freaky giraffes escaped the zoo... again.”

“shoot one more spitball and it’ll be your last.”

“does anyone have an aspirin?”

welcome to the daily bugle, where the chaos never ends and the calm never starts. you’ll find new york’s finest writers, publishers, and creatives of all kind right here. that would include you. you’re one of the top journalists in the whole building, according to mr. norman osborn. he’s the brilliant and slightly insane man who runs this place.

although it’s rare for someone in your field, you were hired straight out of college. norman read a few pieces you’d written and loved them so much that he offered you a job. full time, full benefits, no questions asked. there was something special about the way you wove your words together. your writing had its own voice. a strong voice, one the paper was severely lacking.

you’ve been with the bugle for just over a year now. it’s not the quiet, nine to five gig you were initially expecting it to be. you’re each very unique individuals in your office, and there’s never a dull moment because of it. your coworkers can be found hosting debates on the riskiest topics or tackling each other for blueberry muffins, and that’s just a regular tuesday. the place is stranger than strange. but, it’s become home.

thanks to mr. osborn being so accommodating, you actually settled in rather quickly. another big help has been the friends you’ve made. your first was michelle jones, who prefers to be called mj. she’s a fellow journalist with a wickedly dark humor that trickles into her writing. if you had to describe her in one word, it would be blunt. mj is as real as it gets, and also eternally loyal. she keeps her circle small, so you’re honored you get to be in it.

mj sits right next to you, which means you’re always talking through your days. that’s due in part to the way your office is set up. there aren’t any cubicles, tables and swirly chairs taking up their space instead. norman heard it was more progressive, probably from his son harry.

harry is about your age, only a couple of years older. he hangs around quite a lot, but doesn’t do much with his time besides that. according to norman, he’s still seeking out his passion. he’s banking on him finding a suitable career at the bugle. he’d like to pass this all on to harry some day, hopefully sooner than later. either way, you don’t mind having harry here. he’s super funny and friendly with everyone.

there’s also ned leeds, who’s an editor and reviews most of your pieces. he’s sweeter than candy, even when he’s ripping your grammar to shreds. on the rare occasions you’re not discussing breaking news, you two talk about movies. ned is a film buff and gives you the best recommendations. you’re convinced he was a critic in his past life.

last but so from least is peter parker. he only works for the bugle part time, since he’s still in school. you both graduated from your respective colleges the same year. peter wants to get his masters degree, though. he’s a photographer who’s aspiring to be a cinematographer. him and ned have their passion for the industry in common, and that’s what makes them such great friends.

you learned this and more from the times you and peter have partnered up on stories. he’s one of your best friends not only at the bugle, but in your entire life. the many long nights you’ve spent collaborating have brought you close to each other. they consist of drinking and deep talks, along with some actual work. he takes the pictures, you do the writing. you’ve been told you make a lovely pair.

peter says it himself, too. you’d like to believe he means it as more than coworkers. he’s so caring, and smart, and pure, and peter. yeah, you like him an awful lot. you can hardly stand the feeling of it sometimes.

the fact that you you haven’t come clean already is ridiculous.

“goddamn. not again,” you mutter out. “em, you better come look at this. it’s bad.” mj wheels over to you in her chair with a puzzled look. her eyes follow yours, landing on your computer. “leeds just sent this? to everyone?” she questions, your reply a short hum. you’re both staring daggers at the email your screen displays.

ned is responsible for assigning each journalist their own topics to cover. he’s been lacking a bit recently, having you write up think pieces on fluffy things. in other words, stuff that no one cares about. he asked you to compare oat milk and almond milk just last week. you’d hoped this week would be better, but here you are.

“this is ass. who does he think we are, buzzfeed?” mj scoffs at her own words. the daily bugle prides itself on being a reliable news source, on paper and tv. you’re starting to stoop down to the low level of your competitors. “he assigned me some tiktok dance trend. i’m not writing a single word about that app.” she sets her elbows down on the table, head in her hands.

“aw, why not? grandma mj isn’t down with the kids?” you tease and click out of the upsetting email. “i don’t write for kids,” mj deadpans. she pushes her glasses up on her nose. “what’d you get?” “the evolution of memes,” you gloomily reply. you’re surprised norman has been approving these topics. then again, ned is the head editor. he can do whatever he wants regardless of approval.

mj glares over at the kitchen, where betty brant currently resides. she’s making two hot chocolates instead of her usual one. “i blame her,” mj mumbles to you. your eyebrows furrow. “dude, what? betty is an angel. she doesn’t even work in editing.” betty is the bugle’s highest rated anchorwoman. her and her news team are on people’s televisions every night.

“no, but she has been spending a generous amount of time with leeds,” mj grumbles. she’s admittedly very nosy. the upside is that she tells you any juicy office drama there is. “my theory is betty’s making him give us crap stories so she can report the good ones.” she glances over at you to see what you think. “no way. that can’t be allowed... or legal,” you laugh back.

as if on cue, ned appears next to betty in the kitchen. he takes the extra hot coco that’s piled high with whipped cream. betty tucks a sheet of paper into his suit pocket and kisses his cheek, then he’s gone. you can only gasp as you watch this unfold. what has she done to poor, clueless ned?

“not such an angel anymore, huh?” mj smirks in satisfaction. “suddenly, she has red horns and a pitchfork,” you bitterly agree with your tongue in your cheek. betty waves to you two on her way back to broadcasting. mj gives her a fake nice finger wave, you ignoring her. “we can’t sit back and let this happen, em. we have to do something,” you decide. “let’s tell norman.”

uninterested, mj takes off her glasses and starts to clean them. “like he’ll believe us. yeah, golden girl betty brant is sabotaging the writer’s room,” she rewords her previous statement to put its stupidity in perspective. you throw your hands up. “she is, though! we literally watched it happen!” mj puts her freshly wiped glasses back on and sighs.

“i doubt norman would care, y/n. every newspaper to ever exist is corrupt somehow.” your pessimistic old pal has a point. however, you’re not so willing to accept it. “why can’t we be the first one that isn’t?” you offer a small smile. mj snickers, wheeling back to her own computer. “those are words of the innocent.” she’s already tapping her fingers across the keyboard.

“i thought you weren’t doing the tiktok piece,” you say under your breath. you’re slightly pissed mj turned you down, since she’s the reason you know about betty’s meddling. “i’m not,” mj answers sharply. “i’m gonna email quentin and ask if we can change our topics. happy?” quentin beck is another editor in the building. he’s not bad, but he is intimidating. no one typically goes to him as their first option.

“i’m thrilled,” you confirm and grin at mj to emphasize it. “thanks for stepping up. you’re forgiven.” “i didn’t realize i had to be sorry,” mj notes, this time in a playful manor. she shakes her head as she begins writing. “you and your morals.”

what you value most in your career is honesty, under any circumstances. of course, the other daily bugle writers are the same. norman strictly prohibits clickbait and crazy headlines because that isn’t real news. you leave that to companies like buzzfeed. you’re honest in the sense that you say whatever has to be said, what everyone else is too afraid to. you’ll speak your truth no matter who tries to stop you.

it didn’t used to be that way. there’s some childhood trauma that remains deep in the back of your mind. you’ve left that behind you now, having over a decade to cope with it. hey, they say the past is in the past. what’s important is your takeaway, that you would never let yourself or anyone else be silenced from there on out. never again.

quentin ends up giving you the okay to write different stories. he lets you and mj choose choose your own because he’s got “better things to do” and you’re “big girls.” what a peach he is. mj goes with how capitalism is continuing to provoke global warming. she has something to say about every major world issue, and you admire the hell out of her for it.

you’re a bit stuck when it’s time to write your article. it’s terribly ironic because you pushed for this. you aren’t too worried, though. the city is crawling with material, so you’ll find what you’re looking for eventually. lucky for you, some much needed inspiration comes skipping out of the elevator.

“morning, peter,” you hear liz greet him at the front desk. she’s your floor’s receptionist. her wisdom and patience keep this place going. “hi, liz. how’s it going?” he asks. “things have been quiet... mostly. can i do anything for you?” liz peers up at him. peter sports a shy smile. “uh, yeah. mr. osborn wanted to see me?” “right. hang on.” she nods, dialing his office phone number.

it’s endearing how peter calls him mr. osborn, seeing as the rest of you go with norman. he’s probably the politest guy you’ve ever met.

grinning, liz puts down the phone. “you can go in whenever you’re ready. good luck!” peter laughs nervously and turns to leave. “thanks, you too.” his face falls when he realizes his mistake. “wait, i- i didn’t mean to say that. that was stupid. you’re not-“ “it’s fine, peter,” liz reassures him. his anxiety makes him trip over his words sometimes. that, and he’s a bit dorky in general. you find it rather adorable.

you also wonder what exactly he needs good luck for. he’s not even supposed to be working today, so your curiosity as to what’s going on has been piqued.

“um, i’m gonna go now. bye!” peter rushes off, his face tinted pink from the embarrassing encounter. you’re hoping he’ll stop and talk with you for a little while, but he heads straight to norman’s office. your whole body deflates at that. mj notices from her peripherals.

“what’s the matter? missing your hubby?” she coos, her words dripping in sarcasm. “no,” you lie. “i’m... i don’t know what to write about.” ok, there’s some truth. mj gives you a couple pats on the shoulder. “ask parker for help. you two work... well together. don’t you?” this must be the zillionth time you’ve heard that.

“we do,” you murmur and glance at norman’s closed door. peter is hidden behind it. “i just don’t wanna bug him. he has finals soon, and whatever norman is putting him up to. it’s my job, anyway.” mj pokes your arm. “those sound like excuses to me,” she concludes, still jabbing at you childishly. “you really just don’t wanna tell him you like-“

“can you keep it down?” you hiss, yanking your arm back. “he’s literally right over there.” peter stands up and shakes norman’s hand. you catch it through the blinds on his window. “y/n, you were drooling over his mere presence only minutes ago,” mj prefaces, a smile pulling at her lips. “you can handle three little words. i like you, that’s it. spit it out already.”

you’ll never admit this to mj, but she’s right. you lost your momentum after your first failed attempt to say the three little words. you’re still not sure what stopped you. you’d shared the details of that faithful night with her, and she’s been pushing you to try again since.

the door to norman’s office opens, and out walks peter. he’s beaming after their conversation, which seems like a good sign. harry passes peter on his way in to pay his dad a visit. he claps him on the shoulder, peter happily accepting before continuing his stride back into the main office. it takes a moment to register that he’s coming towards you.

you quickly set your focus back on your computer so he doesn’t think you’ve been watching him. even though, you definitely have.

“y/n!” peter calls your name. he’s on the opposite side of your table, in front of you. “peter!” you match his tone. “i was just dropping by. i thought i’d say hey while i’m here.” he’s still grinning. “what’re you doing?” he looks cute as ever in an oversized and cream colored sweater. his curls are slicked back with a tad too much product, cheeks rosy. you gaze up at him when he rests his arms on the table.

“pretending to be productive,” mj answers for you, pressing her lips together. peter cocks his head to the side. “pretending?” “ignore her. she’s being a shit stirrer today,” you explain. “like every other day,” he jokes, earning a laugh from you. mj just tuts and keeps writing. “talk about me like i’m not here,” she mumbles to herself, then gets back into her article.

“anyways, i thought you didn’t work today?” you ask to take the attention off yourself. also, because you’re curious. “oh! get this.” peter perks up even more, if that’s possible. he has energy like no other. “you know alex in broadcasting? betty’s camera guy?” “what about him?” you wonder. “he called in sick earlier this morning, with the flu or something.” he’s oddly excited to announce this. that prompts you to make a funny face.

biting back another smile, peter elaborates. “mr. osborn needed someone to fill in for him, so he picked me. i’ll be here all week.” it makes sense, since peter knows how to work a camera and does so wonderfully. you give him a celebratory push at his chest. “peter, that’s amazing! this is the perfect way to transition from pictures to film, right?” he’s nearing his finals at school, which consist of more movie-like projects. the news will be great practice.

then, he’s off to hollywood. you’ll put that out of your mind for now.

“exactly! i think it’ll be a good place to start. the pay isn’t bad either.” peter wiggles his eyebrows at you, you giggling once again. you do a lot of that when he’s around. that’s going to be more often now. “plus, i get to see you. everyone wins.” he squeezes your hand that was just on him. your heart begins to thump. “except alex,” you challenge, playing with his fingers. “but, for real. i’m happy you get to do this and that we’ll be spending more time together.”

“thanks, y/n/n. me too.” peter grins and leans over, taking a peek at your computer screen. there’s a blank word document on it. “you never told me what you’re up to,” he chuckles. “guess mj was right... nothing.” “i’m always right,” she chimes in from next to you. you look between the two of them with a scowl. “i haven’t found my story yet. i don’t know, this never happens.” peter nods as you share your dilemma. “no good ideas are coming to me,” you murmur.

“they will. you have a way of attracting things.” he licks his lower lip, your heart completely stopping this time. “well, i gotta go set up for rise and shine with betty brant.” he waves his hand like he’s presenting his words. that’s what betty calls her morning news segment. “be careful with her. she’s being really sketchy these days,” you warn peter, mj grunting in agreement.

confused, peter purses his lips. “really? ned says she’s a sweetheart. they’ve been going out for a while.” mj pops her head up and adjusts her glasses. “did ned also tell you she’s bribing him to give her all of our scoops?” she’s asking rhetorically because she already knows the answer. of course he didn’t. “it’s one thing to not like her. you’re just making things up now,” peter huffs.

mj kicks your foot under the table. “i told you no one would believe us. not even peter gullible parker.” “it’s benjamin,” he corrects her. “whatever,” she brushes it off, resuming her work.

peter does tend to be sort of naive, to only see the good in things when there’s plenty of bad. you’re the same in that way, unless you hang around mj for too long.

“is that true? betty’s stealing your stories?” peter turns to you and asks. you gesture to your screen. “i don’t have one, so you do the math.” he hums sympathetically. he’ll listen to you, never mj. “i’m sorry. thanks for telling me, y/n. i’ll watch out for her.” he bends his fingers to look like goggles, putting them around his eyes. you sigh lightheartedly.

“are you twenty two years old or twelve?” mj remarks, but not without a comeback from peter. “you’re, like, eighty five. worry about that.” they’ve had this type of banter for as long as you’ve known them. it’s equal parts amusing and exhausting. “don’t be late on your first day.” you snap peter out of it with a knowing smile. he returns it.

“i hope something crazy happens so you can write about it.” he’s walking backwards now, towards the elevator. “see you later, pete,” is all you say back, yet another laugh threatening to escape you. “see you. bye, michelle,” peter says just to bug her. “it’s mj,” she groans without looking up. he shrugs. “not so fun, is it?”

after peter is gone, you try to get back into work. or rather, you try to start your work. what he said about you having a way of attracting things keeps ringing in your head. was he flirting? no, he couldn’t have been. peter parker doesn’t flirt. words aren’t his strong suit, and you have countless memories that prove this to be true. earlier with liz, for example.

you’re probably reading way into this. peter was simply doing what any good friend would do and gave you advice.

it’s late in the afternoon when anything worth mentioning happens again. peter is still with betty, as far as you know. they’re probably preparing for the nighttime news now. all you’ve done since seeing him is nibble on snacks and bug mj, who’s almost done with her story despite your distractions. this is really bad, considering your deadline to submit is at the end of today.

you’ve never missed a deadline.

mj emails her work to quentin while you repeatedly bang your head on the table. she hits send before deciding to entertain you. “whatcha doing over there?” she cautiously prompts, powering off her computer. “trying to get an idea. i’m desperate, if you couldn’t tell.” your voice is muffled. “i could.” mj grabs your shoulders and pulls you back so you’re sitting up. you childishly pout.

“y/n, the only thing that’s gonna give you is brain damage,” mj says sternly, then softens her tone. “why don’t you ask for an extension? norman gives me them all the time.” whining, you slump down in your chair again. “yeah, but you’re you! we do things differently, have different expectations put on us.” she’s back to cold mj after you say that. “alright. at least i did something today besides pine over that little-“

mj’s insult for peter is interrupted by harry. “ladies, what’s shaking?” he comes up to you two with a the hint of smirk on his face. you manage a nod to acknowledge him. “oh, hey... harry,” mj unenthusiastically replies. she’s the one person who isn’t really a fan of him. “not much. y/n was just having a tantrum.” “she was not,” you dismiss her. “it’s work stuff. you know your dad.”

harry clicks his tongue in a teasing way. “yep, the grind never stops in this joint. boss man is...” he does the sign for cuckoo with his finger. you laugh a little at that. “in a good way,” you add on. mj only watches you two, blinking blankly. harry gives you a definitive pat on the back. “before i forget, he wants to see you.” that gets mj talking. “norman?” she questions. “your dad?” you choke out at the same time.

“who else? he said you two have to talk.” harry flashes you a weary smile. “have fun in there, old sport.” you’re too busy biting the skin off your bottom lip to respond. “mhm... she will,” mj speaks on your behalf. even she sounds worried. saluting you both, harry leaves to go pester your other colleagues. you’re completely and totally fucked.

“that’s it for me!” you grin sarcastically, freaked out by harry. “i’m fired, aren’t i? i’m definitely about to get fired, and it’s all because-“ “relax!” mj cuts off your rambling. she reaches down and grasps at your wrists. “get it together, y/l/n. you’re the best we have, okay? you aren’t going anywhere.” your grin becomes a frown. “then why does norman wanna talk to me? and, why don’t i have a story?”

mj always has the answers, but this time is the execption. she lets out a breath. “i don’t know. you’ll go find out and tell me what happens.” there’s no use protesting. you’re going to have to face whatever you’re about to at some point. “ok,” you give in, defeated. “i’ll be back soon, i hope.”

the walk to norman’s office feels like a walk of shame. mj can do nothing but sit back and observe it. if this ends the way you think it will, you’ll be collecting your things and won’t ever return. norman is a kind man, and he’s usually pretty understanding. he doesn’t mind the workplace shenanigans as long as you get your job done. unfortunately, you haven’t today.

you hear your boss’s booming voice when you approach his door. inhaling deep, you knock on it, and the room goes silent. “come in,” norman responds after a few seconds. mustering up a smile, you open the door to be met with your doom. “hi, am i interrupting something?” you check. “not at all! you’re just the person i wanted to see. sit, sit,” he beckons you over. he’s not using his angry voice, so maybe you’re in the clear. you enter the room as told.

you’re shocked to see a terrified peter is already in one of the chairs. he visibly relaxes a bit now that you’re here. what the hell is happening? whatever you were expecting, this was the last thing.

taking the armchair next to peter, you sit facing norman’s desk. you nudge his arm to get his attention. his big brown eyes lock with yours. “what’s going on?” you whisper. “no idea,” peter whispers back. the two of you turn to norman again when he claps his hands. he’s plopped down into his cushy leather seat.

“so,” he begins, gaze flicking from peter to you. “you kids know why you’re here?” “is it because i missed my deadline?” you blurt out. you’re once again a nervous wreck. peter doesn’t speak, just winces. “not that. although, i did hear from ned that you turned down his assignment.” norman flicks at a post-it on his desk. “i asked quentin for one instead. me and mj,” you explain, peter’s eyes going wide.

“you talked to quentin? that guy’s bad news,” he murmurs to you. “how so?” norman questions, since it’s his employee. “he- he, um,” peter clears his throat before answering, “he’s super critical, you know? hates all my pictures.” “i love your pictures,” you assure him, the corners of his lips turning up. “your style is so cool. yeah, though. quentin’s pretty bitter.”

considering this, norman drums his fingers on the desk. “i’ll look into that. but, that isn’t why you’re here. i’m letting you off the hook this time.” your whole demeanor changes and a huge weight lifts off of you. “really? you are?” “i have a scoop of my own that i want you to cover,” he continues, peter bumping your knee happily. a toothy grin takes over your face.

“since peter will be sticking around for a while, i want him to join you.” norman waits a beat in case you have any questions. it’s been a minute since you last worked together. peter laughs in disbelief. “you want me to take over for alex and do this?” norman nods proudly. “y/n will need the extra hands, if you have them.” “yes, sir. i do,” peter immediately confirms. “my last class is next thursday, so i have the time.”

“wait, so you’re almost done? that’s awesome!” you bump peter’s knee this time. “yup, all that’s left is finals... and studying.” he mindlessly takes your hand, lacing your fingers together. you’re enjoying his gentle touches. “thank you so much, norman. seriously, i appreciate this a lot,” you tell him and mean it. “hey, no problem,” he chuckles at your eagerness. you grip peter’s hand tighter.

“what’s the story?” “ah, yes. the most important part,” norman starts, peter sharing an excited look with you. “how familiar are you two with spider-man?” his excitement fades at the question posed. it’s unbeknownst to you, caught up in the moment. “uh, same as everyone else, i guess,” you casually reply. “how come?” “he’s your subject.” norman points at you both. “you’re gonna study him over these next few months.”

peter’s hand goes limp in yours, and he gulps hard, throat feeling dry. “you mean, like, an exposé?” “no, no. there will be no exposing,” norman clarifies. “i’m sure he wears the mask for a reason.” that settles peter only slightly. you’re not sure why he’s so tense all of a sudden. “what’s our aim here, then?” you steer the conversation.

“see what new york’s favorite hero gets up to every day, how his life is beyond the crime fighting,” norman further describes your task. peter exhales a shaky breath, shifting away from you in his seat. the golden sun hits his face and reveals a bead of sweat dripping down it. you stare at his figure in worry. “you okay, peter?” “fine. i’m just... hot,” he murmurs back. his sweater does look pretty heavy, so you concede.

getting back to norman’s story, you grimace at the idea. “do you really think people will want to read that? for lack of a better term, it sounds kind of...” you pause. “basic.” “i thought the same thing at first,” he surprisingly agrees with you. “harry pitched the idea to me this morning. you won’t believe it! the other night, he caught spider-man hanging outside his window.”

“harry... harry saw him?” peter squeaks out. he uses the wool material that feels like it’s swallowing him to dab at his forehead. “he stopped on his balcony. must have been pretty late, the kid’s a night owl,” norman says about his son. your face lights up as you listen to him. “he took some shots of spidey in action, when he swung off. i saw a few. they were pretty great.” he’s grinning at his son’s success.

“maybe he’ll get into photography with you, pete,” norman suggests. peter gives him a weak smile in return. “we’d be happy to have him.” he usually has a lot more to say about his career than that. his behavior is starting to genuinely concern you. “anyway,” norman gets back on topic, “it got me thinking. how much do we really know about this guy? we’re supposed to blindly put our trust in him?”

you’re beginning to see the appeal now. you’ve written your share of pieces on the avengers and their methods, tackling the same questions norman just asked you. spider-man shouldn’t be overlooked, especially when he operates so close to your home. this could be another revolutionary superhero story in the making. and, you get to bring peter along for the ride.

“you know what? this has a lot of potential,” you smile at norman, then peter. he has his phone in his lap, fingers flying across the screen. it must be something important. you’ll discuss with norman while he takes care of that. “we could make it a weekly thing, about spider-man’s adventures. find out what we can about the man behind the mask...” peter shoots up in his seat. “without taking it off,” you finish, putting his mind at ease.

“see, i knew you were gonna love it! it was a blessing in disguise, you missing that deadline.” norman bangs his fist on the table with a hearty laugh. “what do you say, peter? you still in?” peter slips his phone back in his pocket. his tongue pokes out to wet his lips. “oh, of course. i can’t wait to work with you, y/n/n,” he speaks in a monotone voice, adding on, “again.”

something is definitely bothering him, and it isn’t the weather.

“i gotta go. betty needs me upstairs, so,” peter moves to get up, his body stiff. you assume that’s who he was texting. “thank you again, mr. osborn.” he’s rushing out of the room just like that, until you call after him. “um, don’t you wanna set a time to meet up? so we can get started?” you reasonably ask. “i... i really gotta go. find me later,” peter tells you, giving you both a tight lipped smile and running off.

“the dynamic duo is back!” norman announces to you. you’re disappointed you can’t share that sentiment with peter.

he’s absolutely booking it down the stairs, not bothering to wait for the next elevator. this is bad. this is a nightmare.

peter went from having one of his best days in a while to the worst in not even a full round of work. today started off fine, and got better when norman promoted him. it got way better when you came along. he saw your smile that makes his insides tingle, heard your laugh that’s the prettiest sound to grace his ears, held your hand that he never wants let go.

things went a bit downhill after that. betty was pushy and yelled at him a lot, demanding he only film her good angles for the segment. you and mj weren’t wrong when you told him to be careful.

later on when he saw you again, everything was okay. he was physically shaking as brad told him mr. osborn requested to see him. brad is mr. osborn’s assistant. a try-hard for sure, but good at his job. why did mr. osborn call him in? did betty complain already?

they’d been sitting in mostly silence, save for small talk until you came knocking on the door. simply being next to you was enough to ground peter and his racing thoughts. it was enough, then it wasn’t.

the whole day had gone to shit after he found out you were going to be writing stories about his alter ego. not only that, but he was helping. during the pitch, he’d texted ned to meet him in the bathroom. he was really anxious and needed a friend who understood why.

ned accidentally found out peter is spider-man last year. it’s a long story that involves peter hiding from some bad guys in the building and ned shrieking so loud the lights flickered. they’re cool now that peter talked things through with him. his secret has been kept, from what he knows.

pushing open the men’s bathroom door, peter is a mixture of sweat and ragged breaths. he’s panting from his fast descent down the staircase. he takes in his disheveled appearance using one of the mirrors. his styled hair is now damp and undone, hands trembling and palms sweaty, chest heaving. here’s his daily reminder that anxiety is not cute. as if he didn’t know.

his stupid, gigantic freaking sweater is only making things worse. it’s suffocating him. no one else is in here, so peter pulls it over his head and tosses it to the ground. he’s got a t-shirt on underneath that happens to be black. what a convenient day for him to wear the hottest material there is.

peter splashes his face with some cold water next to try and cool himself down. that doesn’t do much for him. his face still feels like it’s on fire, but now it’s wet. he takes his hands through his mop of curls, backing away from the sink.

“fuck. fuck, fuck, fuck,” peter repeats to himself. he’s silent for a moment, then rage overcomes him. he kicks open a bathroom stall. “shit! i can’t do this. what am i supposed to-“

the door creeks open, so peter shuts up in case it isn’t ned. it thankfully is, and he wears a deep frown at the sight of his best friend. “dude, what happened? you look...” “terrible. i know,” peter finishes for him. he tugs at his locks in another attempt to tame them. ned approaches him carefully. “you’re not, like, dying... are you? because betty was telling me you have to-“ “of course you were with betty,” peter exhales in frustration. “no, ned. i’m not dying.”

in ned’s defense, the text he received was very alarming. all peter wrote was, ‘EMERGENCY. SOS.’

“i mean, yeah. it was my break.” ned sits on the ledge by the window, close to peter. “you do the same with y/n.” the mention of your name upsets peter all over again. he hides his face in his hands as ned watches. “if you’re not dying, then what’s the problem?” ned finally asks. “me and y/n...” peter removes his hands from his face, meeting ned’s worried eyes. “mr. osborn wants us to do a project together.”

“uh, peter? you’ve been saying how much you miss her forever, dude! you’re not excited?” ned snorts at him. he means well, but he has no clue what he’s talking about. “no. it’s supposed to be about spider-man,” peter answers angrily. this isn’t the support he was hoping for. realizing the severity of the situation, ned gets serious.

“oh... but, you’re still doing it?” he questions. “i didn’t have a choice,” peter scoffs out. “i can’t let either of them down.” “you’ll expose yourself!” ned escalates things further. “it’s not like that. we’re gonna follow spider-man around and post updates on him,” peter says, technically in the third person. he’s given an are you insane? look from ned.

“you are spider-man! and, no offense, but you’re not so good at hiding it,” ned refers to himself finding out. “how are you gonna be in two places at once?” damnit, peter hadn’t thought about that yet. he can’t be taking pictures of spider-man and swinging from building to building simultaneously. “i- i’ll figure it out,” peter stammers, unconvincingly.

ned looks him over in a disapproving way. “jeez. you’re really putting your life on the line for this girl-“ “woman,” peter interjects, not loving ned’s attitude towards you. “have some respect.” unfazed, ned gets up from the windowsill. “speaking of women, remember betty? you’re still on the clock,” he changes the subject. peter nearly forgot he has to go film her segment.

“i’ll head up to her now,” peter gives in. he scoops up his discarded sweater, not bothering to check his appearance again. ned follows behind him to the door. “we wrote her script together, you know,” he gladly informs peter, who already knows from you. “not really a flex,” peter mumbles his response. “peter, lighten up.” ned hits at his shoulder. the two of them exit the bathroom.

“you’ll figure this out later. i can always help.” he shoots him a sugary sweet smile. “thanks, ned. for talking with me and everything.” peter doesn’t smile back. they do a quick bro handshake, then they’re going their separate ways. “have a good show, dude!” ned yells back, to which he doesn’t get a response. peter doesn’t have it in him.

he allows himself to take the elevator back up to broadcasting. he’s so drained from the several anxiety attacks he endured. while peter waists for the elevator, he contemplates all the issues he’d better solve. it’s a relief to hear it ding because it brings him back to earth. that doesn’t last long because both you and betty are there when the door opens.

you’d each had the same idea, to find peter. unlike betty, your intentions were good. you asked liz if she saw peter leave. she told you he went downstairs, so you did also. betty was already in the elevator when it got to your stop. she was looking for him because, you guessed it, he had to record the news. the small space was filled with tension as you and betty occupied it.

“perfect. we’re going right back up,” betty beams, motioning for peter with her index finger. “hop in!” “coming,” peter does as told, going to stand between you and betty. she presses the button for your floor and theirs. the doors close. “pete?” you speak up, voice soft. “you kinda ran off earlier. i thought you were with betty.” “clearly, he wasn’t,” betty sneers.

you’re less concerned with her and more with peter. the sweater he looked so huggable in is now folded in his arms, his face splotchy and jaw clenched. he must have gotten triggered by something back in norman’s office.

“are you sure you’re okay? you... you can talk to me about it.” you take a step closer to peter, your doe eyes searching for his. he meets them with a tiny smile. at least, it’s real this time. “i’ll be fine, y/n/n. ‘s nice that you came to check on me, though.” “don’t mention it.” your arms loop around his neck and bring him into a hug. peter hugs you back by your middle, chin resting on your shoulder, breathing out in relief.

you keep your hands on his shoulders when you pull back. his stay on your sides, a lopsided grin now crossing his features. “spider-man...” you quirk an eyebrow. “how are you feeling about that?” “should be cool,” peter somehow maintains himself. “i’m mostly looking forward to doing it with you.”

listening in, betty joins the conversation. “what’s happening with spider-man? anything i should know?” her hand reaches into her bag and emerges with a notepad. does she ever think of her own content? “she’s nothing if not persistent,” you grumble to peter. chuckling, he pulls you into his chest. if he didn’t hold you back, you would’ve pounced on her.

“we’re gonna do a piece on him,” peter tells her. “you can’t copy or steal this one because it’s already been approved,” you contribute, smiling smugly as peter holds you tighter. betty is taken aback. “are you accusing me of stealing? who said i-“ “ned ratted on you... sorry,” peter says in a sing song voice. squealing, you jump away from him. “he did? we were right?”

“mj’s never wrong,” he reiterates. “mj knew about this? oh my god, i can’t believe her!” betty stomps her foot. “we got you on candid camera.” you make a clicking noise with your mouth. peter mimes taking a picture to back you up. “alright, alright. i won’t do it again,” betty mumbles, turning away from you two in annoyance.

“finally!” you hold up your hand for a high five, which peter gives you. “we really do make the best team,” he hums. your fingers intertwine with peter’s, and he lays his palm flat against yours. he prays extremely hard you don’t notice that it’s sweaty. you do, but you couldn’t care less.

“i was wondering when you’d wanna start our... research?” peter asks you, his lip between his teeth. “you were saying something earlier. maybe we could make a schedule.” “how elaborate of us that would be,” you tease. that earns a breathy laugh from peter. with a knowing smile, you put your free hand back on his shoulder.

“what are you doing tonight?”

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xoxoavenger · 3 years ago

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You’re Somebody Else

pairing: Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x Fem!reader

summary: this is a request from @oyasumimosura but I can't put the request because it would spoil the entire thing lol; Peter thinks he has an idea to make everyone forget who Spider-Man is, but it blows up in their faces... (also loosely based on the song 'You're Somebody Else' by Flora Cash)

*THIS WAS WRITTEN BEFORE NWH CAME OUT*

word count: 3739

warnings: none

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"Spider-Man's name is Peter Parker!"

Y/N didn't have time to think before Peter swung down, grabbing her arm before pulling them up again. She held his face close, emotions rushing through her too fast to process. Everyone knew Peter's identity. Beck may be dead, but he won.

"Peter, oh my God, what do we do?" Y/N cried as Peter dodged a helicopter. His face was being plastered on every screen they passed, and people below them were shouting and pointing.

"I-I don't know! I don't know where to go!" Peter sounded distressed, and soon they were dodging more than one helicopter. It all came to a head when Peter perched on top of a bridge, still holding onto Y/N. She pushed away from him, staring at the helicopters that surrounded them.

"Get away from my boyfriend." She seethed, her hands igniting with the red magic as she stood back to back with Peter, their training and countless missions together coming into play.

"Peter Parker! Come with us now, or there will be severe consequences." A voice boomed from a helicopter. Y/N raised her hands and pointed them at the one that made the noise. "Try it and we shoot you down." Y/N's hands dropped.

"I'm not seeing a way out of this." Peter whispered. Y/N turned to him, knowing that the helicopters wouldn't actually shoot them if they weren't threatened. The couple was too valuable.

"Peter, the whole world thinks you killed a hero. If you go with them, you're trapping yourself." Y/N put a hand up to his face. Peter pulled his mask off, which momentarily shocked her until she remembered that his identity was no longer a secret the two of them shared.

"I love you. Whatever happens, I love you. Please, don't forget it." And then Peter kissed her, a good, proper kiss, one that wins awards. When he pulled away, Y/N shook her head, tears in her eyes.

"I could never forget. I love you too." And then they both put their hands up.

"So, you and Peter Parker are," The detective led off, and Y/N stared straight at him.

"Fucking."

"Let's try to be serious." The detective looked peeved, and Y/N rolled her eyes. The two officers in the back seemed slightly amused, making Y/N smile and look back to the detective.

"Dating." She tried again, making a detective sigh.

"For how long?"

"I've lost count." Y/N looked down at the chains, knowing she could definitely break out of here if she had to. But she didn't want to cause more trouble, and breaking out would cause problems for Peter.

"So for a long time." The officer looked at the paper to see what question he should ask next. "Were you with Peter when he killed Quentin Beck?"

"Wow, getting right into it." Y/N commented. She sat up straighter, leaning on the table. "Peter didn't kill Beck."

"So you were there?"

"No, but-"

"If Peter didn't kill Quentin, who did?" Y/N scoffed.

"The drones."

"Which Peter controlled." Y/N felt her heart race as they began putting words in her mouth.

"No!" Red magic swirled in her hands, making the officers step back.

"Calm down, Y/N."

"You aren't listening!" The items on the table started to rise with her anger.

"Y/N, there's a video of Peter telling his drones to kill Quentin Beck."

"He didn't say that! Beck's a master manipulator. None of what he says is the truth." Y/N's heart was racing as she tried to defend her boyfriend.

"You weren't there, were you? What were you doing?" The officer leaned in. Y/N closed her eyes and leaned back in her chair.

"Saving the people in London's asses! I was keeping buildings from falling on civillians. God, not every hero is terrible."

"Just Peter, because he killed Mysterio."

"I didn't say that!" Y/N rose, the hand that wasn't handcuffed flying across the room, a pen exploding on the wall as she used her magic to swipe it across.

"Don't give us more evidence to put you in the RAFT."

"You have no evidence to put me in the RAFT." Y/N responded, slamming her hands down on the table. Everything floating fell down, and the officers in the back stepped away. It was quiet for a second, and then the door burst open.

"Y/N L/N, my name is Matt Murdock; I'm Peter's attorney." Matt looked straight ahead, and Y/N resisted the urge to look through this man's head. "Don't answer anything else. Did you know that it's illegal to question a minor when their parents aren't present?"

"My parents are dead." Y/N shrugged, looking around.

"Guardian." Matt amended. Y/N thought back to Tony Stark, who took her in, who became her legal guardian years ago when Pepper begged him.

"Also dead." Y/N pulled on the cuffed hand, looking around. "Is anyone gonna help out?"

"This could be a good thing." Y/N said from the mirror in their room. They had to stay together after the Avengers Compound was ruined, and the Parker apartment only had two bedrooms.

"How, Y/N? My school hates me, the world hates me, I can't even show my face at Delmar's because now he knows that I was the one who let his shop go up in flames." Peter was laying on the bed, looking up blankly; he did this often now.

"Just do online school with me. You're way too smart for high school anyway." Y/N sighed, finishing taking her makeup off. "And besides, this will all blow over eventually. It's not the first time a hero's identity has been revealed."

"Maybe not, but it's the first time a hero's identity has been revealed after being framed for murder." Peter rolled onto his side, away from Y/N. "Not even Matt fucking Murdock can help me with this one."

"Hey," Y/N climbed into bed behind him, arms wrapping around his torso to try and comfort him. "If it makes you feel any better, everyone thinks I'm a physcopath and that should be in the RAFT." Y/N thought it may make Peter feel better, but she was wrong.

"Great, we can be there together. I wonder if they'll give us a conjoined cell."

"Peter," Y/N ran her hands through his hair.

"Everyone hates me. My life was so good, and now everything's gone to shit." Peter turned to face her, and she just stared at him. "I just wish," Peter trailed off, eyes widening.

"What?" Y/N sat up as Peter did, and then he was going to put on his shoes.

"Maybe there is a way to make everyone forget." Peter pulled a jacket on, and Y/N just watched.

"Peter, I already told you my magic doesn't work that way." Y/N sighed, but she began to pull her shoes on anyway.

"Your's may not, but the Sorcerer Supreme?" Peter looked so hopeful, and Y/N couldn't shut it down.

"We can ask." Y/N shrugged, following Peter out the door.

"Great, because I was going either way." He grabbed his keys as he practically skipped out the door, making Y/N laugh.

"We're off to see the wizard!" She sang as Peter locked the door.

"And, you've ruined it." He sighed, turning and beginning to walk to the elevator.

"Don't be so dramatic. I know you secretly loved it." Y/N smirked, pressing the down button. Immediately, an elevator dinged and opened, and the two filed into it.

"Definitely not."

"Didn't Wong tell you not to do this?" Y/N asked as the three of them stood in the old stone library. Dr. Strange was readying a potion; one that would help Peter.

"Do you see Wong here? Didn't think so." Y/N pursed her lips at the sass, deciding to focus on the bright orange potion. "The entire world is about to forget that Peter Parker is Spider-Man." Strange poured something into the spell as he spoke, and Y/N's eyes widened.

"Wait, everyone?" Peter asked, getting closer to the stone in the middle. Dr. Strange started to make the circles for the spell, and Y/N looked around, heart beginning to race. "Can't some people still know?"

"That's not how the spell works." Dr. Strange didn't even look up.

"So I'm going to forget about everything we've been through." Y/N said, stepping up.

"Stop tampering with the spell." Strange made another circle before sending them rotating.

"Oh my God, Ned, he's my best friend."

"Peter," Strange warned as he made another circle. They began to shake, and Y/N stepped closer to her boyfriend.

"My aunt May should really know," Peter mentioned, making Strange begin to shake as well.

"Peter, please," Y/N began to beg, but then Peter's eyes widened even bigger.

"Shit, Morgan, she's not going to remember me. And Pepper, she's gonna think Tony did it for nothing."

"Stop talking!" Strange commanded as the rings began to shake. It didn't matter though, because in a second, they were all knocked off their feet by the spell blowing up. Y/N felt her back hit solid concrete, and she immediately began coughing and dry heaving.

"What did you just do?" Y/N heaved, still coughing. She got to her hands and knees, feeling as though her back was broken. Logically, she knew it wasn't, but she still fell to the side, and then to her back.

"What did I do? This was your boyfriend's fault!" Strange yelled making his way to Y/N.

"What kind of sorcerer are you? Can't," Y/N began coughing and turned to the side. "You can't cast a damn spell!" Y/N threw up, and Strange lifted her up so she could breathe. "Where's Peter?"

"I-I don't know-"

"Where's Peter?" Y/N cried, looking around. The dust had settled, but she still couldn't hear or see him. "Peter!" Y/N cried out, moving around.

"He could have been sent to another universe." Strange said, which made Y/N cry out, magic lifting random objects.

"No, no!" Y/N screamed, tripping and flailing around, trying to find him. "He can't be, he - I have to see him again!" She was looking around, trying to reach out to him with her mind, to find him, but it was empty.

"Y/N, stop!"

"Peter! Peter, where are you? Pe-" Y/N looked down to see Peter, laying in the rubble, eyes closed and a massive gash slicing open his forehead. "No," she mumbled, pulling her shirt off and pressing it to his head as she sat on the ground. She knew he was gone, that his eyes wouldn't open no matter how much she pressed against his head.

Her Peter Parker was gone.

"Peter, please, no, don't leave me. You can't leave me. I love you. Don't do this to me!" Y/N screamed, pulling Peter into her lap, her blood-soaked shirt falling away. She looked up as tears fell down her face, more things rising. Her eyes went red, magic coming not only from her hands but also from her chest, from the pain in her heart.

"Y/N, you have to calm down. You have to stop." Stephan was next to her, but Y/N pushed her hand up and blasted him away. "Y/N, no!" He yelled, pain coursing through her body.

"No!" Y/N screamed, breaking the objects she had picked up. "Peter!" Her magic was coursing around her now, much like Dr. Strange's spell. Y/N let out another scream of anguish, her throat crying out in pain as more tears coursed down her face.

"You don't know what you're doing!" Strange yelled, but it didn't deter her.

"No! You didn't know what you were doing!" Y/N screamed, turning towards Strange, who looked at her in surprise. "You may not have been able to save Peter, but I can!" Y/N looked down at Peter, blood no longer falling from his face. But it covered his hair, covered everything, staining her red bra dark. Her eyes went soft and back to their usual color as she stared at the love of her life.

"Y/N, you're going to open the multiverse. You can't save Peter, not this way." Strange tried to walk over to her, but the spell she was creating was too tightly wound around her.

"I love him! I - I can't live without him!" Y/N looked back up at the ceiling, eyes going back to red. "I can't live without him." Y/N whispered finally. The magic around her flooded her vision, and she let her body fall to the ground, exhausted.

And then the ground fell underneath her.

Y/N's head hurt, and that's what forced her to open her eyes the moment she gained consciousness. She looked around, seeing she was in a hospital. She blinked, feeling as though she'd been asleep for a decade. She grabbed the remote with a sore hand, pressing the call button.

"Well, I'm glad I can finally see your eyes." A nurse said a couple seconds later. Y/N let a small smile grace her face, before she looked around. "You've been out for a day and a half. The police wanted to stakeout and question you, but I didn't let them, don't worry." The nurse checked her pulse, made sure she didn't have a fever, and then checked a wound on her side.

"Can you tell the police to call Matt Murdock with their questions." Y/N rolled her eyes. The nurse sighed before walking to the end of her bed.

"They won't like that." She said, making Y/N cross her arms gingerly.

"Then tell them I believe Peter. Tell them Peter-"

"Peter as in Peter Parker?" The nurse asked, interrupting Y/N with a look of disbelief on her face.

"Yes, Peter Parker. I'm Y/N L/N. I'm the girl you saw on the news with him, the one who-"

"Ma'am, you didn't come up in our records. We fingerprinted you and nothing showed up." The nurse sat on the bed, seeing Y/N looking confused. "What's the last thing you remember?"

"I-I remember Peter's identity was revealed. He couldn't live with it so he asked someone for help, but it blew up in our faces. Literally." Y/N's heart dropped as she thought of Peter in her arms, his blood everywhere. "My boyfriend, Peter, he died. I was holding him in my arms." Y/N felt the tears fall out of her eyes as she looked down, her hands fisting the sheets. "That's the last thing I remember." She whispered. The nurse stood then, not looking at Y/N.

"Do you have any sort of mental illness? Something that would cause a manic episode?" The nurse asked. Y/N shook her head, thoroughly confused as to what the nurse was asking for.

"N-No, no, I don't. I-I'm not crazy. That really happened." Y/N sat up straighter, despite her back aching.

"Nobody said you were crazy. It's just-" The nurse looked around, and Y/N realized she definitely wasn't briefed on how to help Y/N. "Honey, we found you laying on the street in your bra, blood staining your clothes. And the blood sample came back not matching yours, so I'd like to-"

"Oh my God." Y/N stared straight ahead, heart racing as she realized what she'd done. "I need to see Dr. Strange, please. Or - Stephan Strange, he's at the Sanctum-"

"Ma'am, we have a couple of questions we'd like you to answer." The police walked in. Y/N looked around. She was in a different universe. She somehow transported herself, and apparently she didn't exist in this one, but Peter Parker did-

"I'm gonna go with no." Y/N jumped out of bed, immediately using her powers to knock them out and have them collapse. She looked to the nurse, who was inching towards the Code Blue button.

"Please don't. I don't want to hurt you." Y/N said, hands still holding her magic.

"Are you the Scarlett Witch?" The lady stuttered out.

"Who?" Y/N was confused, never hearing that name. Maybe that was like her from this world? "Who's the Scarlett Witch?"

"Please don't hurt me. Or imprison us." The nurse begged, and Y/N sighed. She ran over to the window, looking down. She was pretty high up, but she'd be fine. She opened the window, then looked to the nurse.

"I'm not a bad guy." Y/N told her, before jumping out the window. She used her powers to break her fall, but once she hit the ground, everyone was looking at her.

"Scarlett Witch?" One of them said. Y/N shook her head, furrowing her brows.

"Why does everyone keep asking me that?" She asked, looking around. The streets seemed the same from where she lived in her New York, save a couple minor details. She ran down the street, knowing she was only a couple blocks away from where the Sanctum should be. When she got there, she realized the inside was snowy, just like it was when she went with-

Just like it was last time she was there.

Y/N felt her eyes water, and she wiped the tears away. She sniffled as she walked in, more tears falling as she thought about Peter, and how he died, and the way she held him, and-

"Excuse me, who are you?" Y/N looked up, seeing Strange and Wong standing. She hoped she wasn't too late.

"Listen, I can't - let's just say I'm from the future." Because it was the easiest way to explain whatever the hell she had done. "Peter Parker is-" Y/N felt her throat close, and she looked to the side as tears fell quickly down her face.

"And we're supposed to believe you're from the future?" Wong looked very skeptical, not even letting her finish. Y/N sighed, taking a deep breath.

"I'm from a different Earth. The multiverse, I know you've heard of it. Listen, in my universe, Peter Parker comes to you, for your help, and you do a spell to make everyone forget. Except you can't handle it, and Peter-"

"I'm sorry, we're supposed to believe a girl in a medical gown who saying she's from a different universe?" Wong asked. Y/N sighed and rolled her eyes, using magic to put her regular uniform on. The two had wide eyes now, and they were definitely more inclined to believe her now.

"Which of the nine realms are you from?" Strange asked, making Y/N even more frustrated.

"I told you, I'm from a different universe! Do you understand nothing?" She shouted, looking between the two men.

"The multiverse," Dr. Strange paused, looking at her. "What'd you say your name was?"

"Y/N."

"Right. The multiverse, Y/N, is a topic of which we know frighteningly little. How do we know you're not lying?"

"I don't know, because things are different here. For example, I don't exist here. My blood samples? They don't match the samples of any DNA in New York, or anywhere. I am not a person. Not here at least." Y/N sighed, and the two sorcerers just stared. "So listen to me very carefully. Peter Parker is going to come-"

"Excuse me?" Y/N froze, not able to think anymore, because that was Peter, her Peter, and he was standing right behind him. But it wasn't her Peter, was it? It may sound like her Peter, look like him, but it isn't him. And it would never be him, not matter how much she hoped.

She still turned around to see him.

Y/N let out a breath as she looked at Peter, who was staring back. He had the same hair and the same kind eyes and the same smile lines. Her breathing sped up as she stared, and she began to feel dizzy. Her mouth was dropped open, and chills ran up her body as she thought about how Peter had died in her arms, as if part of her was still there and the other part was staring at the love of her life. She walked closer to him, but stopped herself when Peter looked away from her.

"Who is this?" Dr. Strange and Wong just stared at her as red magic swirled around her hands. But before she could respond, her body went rigid, and she let out a groan before falling to the ground. The other three immediately ran to her, and she blinked up.

"What just happened?" She asked, making Wong and Dr. Strange share a look.

"You need to go back to your world, Y/N. If you don't, you'll disappear, and you'll never going to be able to go back." Wong told her, making her sit up.

"Good." Y/N put her hands underneath her to stand, ignoring the hands that were offered to help her up. "I don't want to go back."

"You don't have a choice. Either send yourself back, or we'll do it for you." Dr Strange crossed his arms.

"What the hell are you guys talking about?" Peter demanded, confused at where she had come from and why they were talking about a different earth.

"I don't exist here. I'm from another world. However," Y/N stopped her sentence turned as she heard something behind her, hands ready at her sides. People in black suits came out of yellow portals, and before Y/N could fight they had a collar slapped on her. She went to use her powers, hearing everyone yelling, but she couldn't feel the magic. It was as if it had all been drained out of her.

"Variant identified." The woman in the front spoke, making them all stop talking. "On behalf of the Time Variance Authority, I herby arrest you for crimes against the sacred timeline."

"Told you." Wong muttered from behind her.

"What do you mean? She's just confused. I'm confused, actually. What's going on?" Peter asked, eyebrows practically reaching his hairline.

"Reset the timeline." The girl said, ignoring Peter completely. A man put a small contraction on the ground as two more went to grab her. Peter went to grab one of them, but was knocked back easily.

"Don't touch him!" Y/N tried to fight, but they held on tight.

"He doesn't even know who you are, Y/N. It's better this way." The girl walked through the yellow portal, and the men began to walk as well. Y/N went limp, struggling still.

"What are you gonna do to her?" Peter stood in front of them, and Y/N's heart sank. Even in this universe, Peter was still kind and sweet. Y/N felt her heart break as Peter was pushed out of the way and she was taken through the yellow portal.

"I love you, Peter Parker."

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