#also: not tony learning every single fact he can about spiders to try and keep peter safe (you fail to thermoregulate ONE time)

[send-noodles-not-nudes]

Me being 68k (I wish I was joking) words into my "oneshot" (at what point do I stop lying to myself and just start calling it a fucking novella?) vs realizing that I want (NEED) to find an excuse to add scenes of the main character's sister and the love interest interacting bc I fucking love the two of them together

I'm pretty sure their entire friendship started as my 5AM sleep deprived crackheaded idea of just "what if, while actively trying to hate her sister's boyfriend, Adelaide just. Platonically falls in love with him. And hates him for it." and I would not take it back for the world

Especially bc Adelaide is this stoic, brutally honest, kinda rude, serious, dark humored person and Peter Parker is goofy and lighthearted and sarcastic and absolutely not the type of person Adelaide would naturally seek out as a friend

But they meet anyway bc Adelaide inserts herself between him and Peia immediately after finding out that they're dating bc she's not cool with anyone dating her sister if they haven't been vetted by her yet

Enter Adelaide throwing herself into nearly every facet of Peter's life, interrogating him, talking to his friends, learning about his hobbies, checking his closet for skeletons, looking him up in Tony's records, trying to find any reason she can possibly come up with to hate him and she just...

Can't.

She can't find a single reason not to like this guy, including the fact that he's keeping his identity as Spider-Man a secret from her sister, his girlfriend, because she knows it's for good reasons (to protect her, blah blah)

And somewhere in all of her searching and prodding and learning, she realizes she's accidentally befriended him, and she hates him for it

Peter accidentally becoming her friend is the ONLY reason she doesn't like him.

I cannot stress that point enough.

They have the dumbest and cutest friendship bc he spends a lot of their time together just trying to annoy her into admitting they're friends, and she knows exactly what he's doing and does everything in her power to avoid saying it

Mind you, she can also read minds, so she knows exactly where he's going before he can ever get there

I just love thinking of all the dumb conversations they have like—

They've been talking about something deep again, one of those half-passive conversations that turns into late-night soul-searching, and Peter just wants to express his gratitude for it. He's always loved their talks. It's nice to get the overthinking out of his head, and she always seems to have good advice or know exactly what to say. Sometimes, if he catches her when she's sleepy enough, she even offers him a bit of comfort directly, instead of trying to hide it and pretend she doesn't care.

"Hey. You're a good friend, and I love you." Hearing the words, Adelaide just rolls her eyes.

"I know how you feel about me. Heard you think it several months ago. Saying it out loud doesn't make it any different or better or whatever else you're expecting to change." Peter lets out a short laugh through his nose. He should have expected this from Adelaide, but the lack of sleep briefly made him forget that she's never been much of one for the sharing of feelings. In fact, he's pretty sure she's made some kind of vow of silence about admitting her feelings. He's fairly certain the only people she's said 'I love you' to are her sisters.

"You know, traditionally, most people say it back, right?" he sasses.

"It back," she says, and now it's his turn to roll his eyes. He should have seen that one coming. "And you know that I'm not 'most people', Parker. Nice try."

"You know saying it back doesn't make you mushy or weak or whatever else you're expecting to change, right?" he asks, echoing her words from earlier. He can tell from the way she twitches that she feels called out, and he smirks just a little bit. "Besides, I already know you love me back. Don't even have to read minds to know that's the case. So, you might as well just say it and get it over with." Adelaide rolls her eyes again, still trying to remain aloof about it. She'd never planned to like Peter. She didn't appreciate how annoying he was about it.

"Fine. I love you, too, dingus," she groans in annoyance. Peter grins stupidly.

"See? That wasn't so hard, was it?"

"It's not happening again unless one of us is dying. And by one of us, I mean you. Only to make you feel better before you cease to exist," she says flatly. Peter already has the goal in his mind to make her say it again, and he knows he'll succeed, eventually. Before he's dying. Just to make her eat her words.

"Love you," he says with a goofy smile, already pushing the boundaries. She shoots him a tired glare, but they both know there's no real malice in it.

"It back," she deadpans, beginning a new tradition for the two of them. Both of them know that what she really means is 'I love you'.

[idk-bruh-20]

this is important information that deserves to be shared.....for totally not Tom Holland-related reasons :)

[snootsnoot-fiction]

Your Gentleman

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: None really

A/n: My first marvel fic yay!!! I love that it’s Bucky as well☺️ This is a birthday gift for my dear friend who I love @inthatmomentwewereinfinite 🎉🎉🎉 you’re honestly one of the nicest people on the planet, I hope you have the best day you can ❤️

Summary: You haven’t seen Bucky in years…

The life of one James Buchanan Barnes was quite the tragedy. At least for the most part.It was a long, involuntary life, but to say he wouldn’t be the least bit grateful for the majority time skip would be a lie. Oh, there were things “Bucky” Barnes missed of course, but there was plenty to make up for it.

The man thought he would lead a simple life; serve in the war, get married with Steve as his best man, maybe even die of old age. A far cry from the fate that really awaited him, for he found himself being part of the Red Skull’s experiment. An experiment that began his journey as who would infamously be known as The Winter Soldier. 

~~~~~

You were quite the artist to say the least. You lived and enjoyed a fairly quiet life as well. That’s not to say your talents weren’t sought out, for you were also quite the fashion designer. Sometimes you would simply consult. Create and draw up a design for someone else to make. Occasionally you would make the pieces yourself. It was an interesting way of making money, and you were happy to keep living your quiet life - your involvement usually kept secret in some way at your request.

Needless to say, one of the biggest things you ever worked on was the new suit for Captain America. You found his tale fascinating. You knew of the man, but it wasn’t until you heard he was back that you looked into him a little more. Strange things seemed to be happening more often.

The detail of his best friend’s supposed ‘death’ was another thing that interested you, but all anyone could assume was he actually was dead now. It didn’t stop you from wondering though.

You did work on occasion for people such as The Avengers, but aside from that, you were a normal citizen. So to say you were surprised when you caught the eye of Mr Barnes in modern day was an understatement.

Recognising him immediately, you weren’t sure what to do. He looked beyond exhausted, and it was clear to you he was trying to keep his head down. The man carried on, and despite thinking you probably shouldn’t, you followed. The next thing you knew, a cold arm was pinning you against a wall as the one and only James Barnes stared at you. Up close, his eyes looked even tireder, and you could see just how rough a state he was in.

“Why are you following me?” He huffed out. Anyone could see how tense he was. Almost afraid.

“I’m no-one I swear! I just recognised you and got curious… you’re Bucky?” He slowly let you go, but remained tense. “I don’t even know what happened… you look awful…” you frowned slightly as you gave him a proper look. You really had no idea what was going on, but you felt bad for him. Whatever happened to this man, you were glad to not know right now. 

~~ a few months later ~~

You wondered how people would react to finding out about you helping ‘The Winter Soldier’. The thought made you nervous sometimes, but you knew what you were doing to be right. Something in you from the moment you met him told you he himself was at no fault, but of course, not everyone would see it that way.

The day you met him, you had ended up giving him a fresh change of clothes that would help him to blend in more. You had offered more, even a meal, but trust would take time to build, and he didn’t want to stick around you too long. 

‘Too many innocent people…’ was all he muttered before giving thanks and leaving without a word.

‘I’m happy to help…’ you hadn’t been sure if he even heard you, but surprisingly it wasn't long before you saw him again; with time, the two of you built a sense of trust. Bucky would never stay too long, but when he did you would allow him to use your own facilities if he needed, You would make him a warm meal almost every time, and give him another fresh change of clothes if he needed them.

Trust takes time though, and you didn’t know much of the story of why he was even here. You didn’t want to push or pry, but you couldn’t help but wonder sometimes. 

Today was the day you’d learn.

The old soldier hesitantly stepped into your home. It always made you frown a little to see just how hesitant he was; whatever it was he was hiding from, you wish he didn’t have to.

“I know you don’t like to, but I made my sofa up for you just in case-”

“Sofa? The couch?” You went a little red and chuckled nervously.

“Yeah sorry, I didn’t grow up here..” and for the first time, you saw him smile. It was little, but it was there. It made your heart flutter just a bit, causing you to smile.

“I might take you up on that.” His words were quiet as he walked in to see the couch. You had set a single, plump pillow on one end, and laid your biggest blanket over the piece of furniture. Bucky had been so hesitant to talk even one word to anyone, nevermind taking refuge from someone, but he couldn’t even remember the last time he had a nice place or spot to sleep. Not only that, but you seemed genuine to him. Deep down he knew he could trust you. Your smile widened.

“Are you hungry?” At your question, he looked back at you with a small nod. The tired look in his eyes made you want to really look after him, but there was only so much you could do and you didn’t want to startle him.

That night, you sat on opposite ends of the couch as you ate a freshly cooked meal, some sitcom on the TV. Eventually you decided to ask him what had happened to land him here. There was no pressure to answer of course, and you were more than willing to forget you asked if he didn’t yet feel comfortable to tell his story… but he did. You listened patiently and quietly as Bucky talked about The Winter Soldier.

Little did you know just how far you had already fallen for this man.

~~ Avengers Civil War ~~

After hiding for so long, Bucky had to admit there was something refreshing about now being out in the open.Of course, the circumstances were most unfortunate, but whatever happened, he would no longer be in hiding. Therefore he wouldn’t be putting you in any more potential danger. The two of you had grown quite close, and if anything happened to you because of him, well.. he didn’t like to think about it.

People like himself existed and had been used to assassinate King T’Chaka, and now the group his best friend Steve had put together were trying to get to the guy behind all of this. Unfortunately Tony Stark had created an obstacle for them. The old soldier could see that both men were somewhat regretful, but firm in their beliefs. Before he knew it, the fighting had begun.

Bucky and Sam Wilson had hidden in the airport terminal to start when this kid in a red and blue costume came at them. Sam knocked the kid away, so Bucky ran after them, and when he reached them, he saw an opening and threw a chunk of metal at the weirdly flexible kid. Naturally this kid was able to throw it right on back before being tackled by Wilson again.

Reaching the both of them just in time, Bucky ran between them as the spider kid flung himself at Sam, landing both the men in the floor below and his metal arm in some sort of.. webbing. The old soldier hated the fact they ended up in this position because of a child who didn’t even sound as though he had hit puberty yet. That’s when the kid was thrown out the window by the little robot bird.

“You couldn’t have done that earlier?” he growled at Sam, genuinely annoyed with the guy.

“I hate you.” Bucky merely scoffed at the response. They were in the middle of something big, but for a brief moment he found it funny that Steve’s new friend was this guy of all people.

Despite all this, you were still there. In his mind. With everything now in the open, he hoped your part in all of this was still in the dark. He just wanted you safe. To live your life.

~~ present time ~~

To Bucky, it almost felt like his past had repeated somewhat; to skip from one time to the other was confusing and frustrating. At least this time around it wasn’t as far into the future as the last time.

For you, however, it was a lonely experience. With The Snap, you had stayed behind. You lived out those five years. You had found a connection with this older guy you absolutely adored, and then you find out he was snapped out of existence along with half the planet. Lonely was an understatement, especially at the start.

At least he didn’t physically die - a fact you turned out to be grateful for when suddenly all those who had been Snapped were back. Of course, you knew the type of life Bucky led beforehand, so you were still worried, but you hoped with time he would contact you again. That hopefully things had finally calmed down at least somewhat in the world now. 

Meanwhile, in the last five years you had moved to New York. With half the world gone, work had been a difficult adjustment for everyone, and you decided to start your own little business in The Big Apple; a prime area for you. It was just a little fashion/clothing business, but it turned out well enough to keep you afloat. Business got quite busy when everyone reappeared. It was stressful at first, but you managed to hire a few other people that helped. You were even able to start taking a little time to yourself occasionally in all due time. Eventually it became the norm.

With business and the world calming down, Bucky Barnes had been on your mind recently. You wondered where he was, if he was alright.

You were in your store. It was a weirdly calm day today, so you sat on a chair behind the main cash register. You heard the door open, but by the time you looked up, the person had disappeared behind one of the clothing racks. You thought about keeping an eye on them, ready to get up if it looked like they needed assistance.

“I got ‘im.” One of your workers said from behind you, offering a smile as she walked past you.

“Thanks.” You smiled back, watching her hover near whoever the customer was before looking back down at the book in your hands. You seemed to get quite into the book, because before you knew  it, a shadow stood over you, but you didn’t notice until he spoke.

“Hey..” the voice caused your heart to stop as your ears perked and a weird yet pleasant shiver flew down your spine. You knew that voice. You knew eventually you would see him again, but it was still a surprise.

Slowly, you closed the book, and your eyes dragged up until they were on that same face you had last seen way over five years ago now. His hair was short now, but it was him alright. It was Bucky.

The man offered a small smile and wave as you stared at him. You had no idea what to do.

“Uh.. this your place?”

“Yeah…”

“You’ve done well.”

“I’ve had a lot of time.” Your responses were automatic. Your mind was blank.

“Uuhh..”

“Bucky?” You stared at him with wide eyes, your voice triggered a slightly wider smile on his lips as he nodded.

“It’s been a while.” His words made you scoff loudly.

“You’re telling me!” The both of you chuckled. The last five years had felt so long for you, but the two of you were already falling back into your old dynamic.

“... Listen Y/N.. all that old stuff.. The Winter Soldier stuff… it’s gone now.” His words made you smile for him. You knew how much his past had troubled him. You doubted it was completely out of the way, but you knew what he meant.

“No more hiding?”

“No more hiding.” Bucky smiled, a look of genuine relief on his face.

Just then, a group of teen girls walked in and your smile disappeared for a moment.

“I’m at work. I’m the boss but I still gotta work, we can’t..”

“I know a place we can go to later if you want? Catch up?”

“I’d love to! I close up around six today, we can go after then.”

“Perfect! I’ll come back and we can walk there together.” You smiled and nodded, too shy to say anything else right now. Bucky smiled before turning around, looking back at you as he opened the door to leave. You gave him a little shy wave.

You spent the next few hours constantly thinking about Bucky and finally being able to see and talk to him again. Excited was an understatement. You were happy. Bucky was back. You were always too shy to say anything about what you felt, but absolute adoration was another understatement when it came to that man.

The clock had finally struck six. Your employees were now leaving, and you decided to check the store, make sure everything was alright before closing up. The same employee that had helped out earlier that day came up to you as you picked up your things.

“Your gentleman caller is waiting outside.” She had a knowing smile on her face. She even seemed kind of excited and she stood there and waited as you blushed.

“Thank you..” you attempted to avoid her gaze as you packed the rest of your things in your bag.

“I’ll tell him you won’t be long.” At that, you offered her a smile before she left and you took a moment to relax before following.

Bucky wasn’t right there as you left through the front, but when you turned back around after shutting and locking the place, there he was just a couple feet away from you. A small flower bouquet in his hand. Your heart melted at the sight.

“I know you’re not much of a flower person, but I wasn’t sure what else to do.. You know… with the time gap and all.. But these are your favourites.” Bucky looked almost nervous. You shyly stuck your hand out to take the bouquet, your fingers brushing against his as you did.

“They’re perfect, thank you.” A small smile tugged at your lips again as you looked at them before looking back to the man in front of you.

“I’ve missed you Y/N.”

“Me too.. You that is! I’ve missed you, not myself.” You blushed as Bucky chuckled at your flustered self. He then held out an arm.

“Shall we?” You hesitated before taking hold of his arm with your free hand, a feeling of happy warmth washing over you.

“We shall.”

Tagging; @blondekel77 @book-hoardingdragon @mandosmimi

[mshermia]

There... And Back Again?

Febuwhum2021 Day 12 - Who Are You

Summary:

For decades, Tony managed to lock his childhood memories away, never to be talked about again, but with the daughter he adored getting older and more curious, with the boy who he pulled back into his life as nothing less than a son, there were questions coming up, that Tony couldn't suppress any longer.

The Stark's drive upstate to the old Masion where Tony grew up. To Tony's horror, the trip takes him and the kids a lot further down memory lane than anyone could have predicted.

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Part I

"Wait, you've never been there either?" Peter's voice rang clearly surprised.

"Nope," Morgan bubbled cheerfully, then paused. "Is that weird?"

They had left New York City about an hour ago. Super conveniently, Pepper had to attend an emergency meeting and sent Tony ahead with the kids on this trip from hell, which was great. Just great. Tony was only about 45% sure that she had set it up like this, forcing him to engage. He'd had little say in the matter as the fateful trip was arranged. A trip to his ancestral home. With a hyper-active Spider-kid and a chaotic 6-year-old in the back seat, it would be his hardest part playing 'Respectable Adult' to deliver yet.

Peter - to Tony's horror - had asked to be picked up on Bleeker Street instead of the Parker's apartment in Queens. It wasn't the first time that Tony had heard the odd clue that Peter had grown interested in what they were doing in that Sanctum. He would need to have a bit of a talk with Strange when they got back. The kid dabbling in witchcraft - or whatever it was those dudes were up to in the Sanctum - that just wouldn't do.

His eyes on the road, even with the excited voices chattering in the backseat, Tony couldn't help but hold onto his gloom. He had missed his window of opportunity. In all honesty, Tony had just been a coward, hoping that if he ignored every little mention of his parents, they'd just stay in the deep hole where he had buried all those memories years ago. Decades ago.

First, it had been pain and anger that had kept him determined to keep all of it hidden there. Years, he had carried all that baggage like a ball and chain around his ankle, the weight of it dragging him down for too long, never really allowing him to just let go of the past.

There had been moments along the way, that had lit up these flames before. When Tony had found out about how his parents had really died. The Snap and the loss that followed. Morgan's birth, when he had held his baby girl, while Pepper was sleeping, recovering from labor.

What wouldn't he have given for his mom to live to see Morgan, to hold her. To just be there and tell him what to do, how to do right by this little girl. Both of his girls, really. 

At the same time, there were no words for the relief he felt that his father would never get the chance to touch Morgan. Would never get the opportunity to make either of his kids feel inadequate and small. To make them hate their lives like he had always made Tony hate his.

Howard would never get the chance to do that to his kids. And that sure felt like liberation.

There was a single portrait of his mother on the wall out in the hallway of the cabin right next to the black and white wedding picture of Pepper's parents. When they brought Morgan home from the hospital, Tony added another portrait. One of his father that still sat behind the framed picture of Tony and Peter in the kitchen cupboard. It was there as an ever-present reminder for Tony just in case, so he'd remember every day what he didn't want to be.

Tony had managed to suppress the topic of his parents, the good and the bad. But he didn't want to be trapped in the labyrinth of right and wrong anymore. Just sick of holding onto the pain. It was all too much.

So maybe the cracks had started with him, but Morgan had surely been a catalyst.

It took a few more years though till Tony had to outright confront what he had kept at a safe distance for so long. With the daughter he adored getting older and more curious, with the boy who he pulled back into his life as nothing less than a son, there were questions coming up, that Tony couldn't suppress any longer.

Howard Stark. The Titan. Maria Stark, the quiet, good soul. The anchor in Tony's youth. There came a time when the kids couldn't be held back with empty words, that had just not been enough to nip the whole topic in the bud. Maybe because Tony had never been the kind of father that would cut his kids' excitement and curiosity off like that. Maybe he could at least pretend that this was the father he had truly become. The patient and giving kind. There was still a chance that he could fake this, sell it just right so that the kids would never know what a disappointment he had been to his own parents. So that his kids would never know the coldness and heartache that had been the baseline of his childhood and adolescence.

Darkness had fallen shortly after they had left the city. What had hung as a heavy fog in Manhattan had quickly turned into even nastier weather, storm clouds gathering ready to wreak havoc. But the spirits in the car were high. Despite the dread Tony was trying to hide at the very prospect of this trip, the kids sure amused themself looking up the old house on the internet.

"Whoa! That's huge," Peter gasped. "How many rooms is that?" 

"Let me see, let me see," Morgan begged. Judging by the commotion in the back, she was trying to wrangle the phone out of Peter's hand. "Whoa!"

Tony couldn't help but smirk at how she imitated Peter more and more often.

"Daddy, why have we never been to the Mansion?"

Tony cringed. He hated it when people called it that. The Mansion. It was what his father had called it, though it had probably been for the best since it had surely never been a home, at least not for Tony.

"We've been waiting for you to be old enough to clean it. It's a lot of rooms." He found the kids' eyes in the review mirror. "A lot!"

Morgan wrinkled her nose. "Why do I have to do the cleaning?"

"That job is always for the youngest sibling," Peter jumped in.

"But... but that's not fair! It's a lot of rooms!" She gasped, excitement nevertheless vibrating off her. "Maybe Doctor Strange knows a cleaning spell."

Peter spluttered out a laugh, but Morgan was adamant, grilling Peter for everything he had already learned from the wizard, which - at least so he claimed and Tony could only hope it was true - was nothing really. It wasn't until Peter gave in and spun Morgan a tale about ancient rituals, of witches and spirits that he had allegedly read about at the Sanctum that she stopped interrupting and hung on every single word. It was also the point where Tony once again regretted that his girl had ever even heard of Strange and his godforsaken Sanctum.

"It only happens every few millennia." Peter had turned towards her, his voice drowning out the rain that was pattering against the roof of the car, but not so much the soft thunder in the distance. "It happens when the sun reaches just the right position in the sky, its beams able to penetrate the earth's crusts and open the door to the underworld. It was in one of those nights when witches and ghosts formed their first secret pact, bringing back to life things and creatures that have been dead for a long time and--"

"Pete, seriously..." Tony looked up into the review mirror trying to catch his eye. "Can you not? I don't want Morgan up all night, terrified of some dumb ghosts."

"Come on, it's just a story, Tony. Morgan knows I made it all up, right?" Peter winked at her, then wiggled his eyebrows in a way that seemed kind of familiar.

"Yeah, daddy." But Morgan was full-on ignoring Tony, her eyes on Peter trying to imitate the wink and wiggly eyebrows he had just sent her way. "It's just a story."

He could do little more than groan as Peter continued to spin a tale of spirits and witches, ancient pacts and promises that had to be kept, ransoms that the spirits had vowed to retrieve.

"It was a night very much like tonight," Peter continued, his voice low and full of dreadful foreboding, "that the witches broke that pact they had signed with the blood of the innocent..."

Morgan's gasp morphed into a giddy giggle while Tony could only rub a hand across his brow and mumbled, "Blood of the innocent, give me a fucking break..."

But if either of the kids had heard, they weren't interested in his opinion.

"...and the spirits, they vowed to come back and settle the score one day. One day when the sun and moon would once again be perfectly aligned with the door to the underworld..."

"When did the moon become a part of this?" Tony braced his elbow against the window frame, cradling his head.

"...then they will come back and collect the price that they were promised so many centuries ago."

"What's the price?" Morgan whispered.

"The soul of mankind's bravest hero to punish humanity once and forever. The soul of the hero, that this world can't endure without."

Morgan gasped while Tony rolled his eyes hard enough to potentially sprain some eye muscles.

"In fact..." Peter hesitated, then drew in a deep breath, slamming his lips shut.

"What," Morgan asked, her voice slightly trembling with what Tony could only pray was excitement still.

"In fact, the way the moon and stars are aligned right now, it... it would suggest that the sun--"

Morgan gasped again and Tony was losing his last nerve.

"It's raining harder than it has in like 10 years," Tony groaned. "How could you possibly be able to tell how the moon and stars are aligned, huh? The sun went down 3 hours ago!"

"It's the vibes of the cosmos, Tony. I can feel them. Their energy calls onto me." Peter caught his eyes in the review mirror, sending him a looked that vibed a different message. Something like 'Why are you ruining this for me, man?' Then his eyes found Morgan again. "I feel like... like tonight might be the night. Tonight might--"

There was a flash of lightning that clearly wanted to turn the night into day, a strong current of energy that split the sky in two, followed by a massive bang and deep growling thunder. 

Tony bolted upright in his seat, both hands now clutching the steering wheel as the car skidded across the drenched road onto the other lane before Tony countersteered and brought it back under control. Morgan was shrieking like a banshee in the backseat. At least she didn't catch the imaginative chain of curses that slipped over Tony's lips as he brought the car to a sudden stop. He spun around still panting, darting his eyes from one kid to the other.

"You guys okay?"

"Jeezes, Tony!" Peter panted, his face a little white. Morgan had immediately leaned over to him, both arms wrapped around his torso. "I didn't realize you were this freaked out by witches and spirits."

"There is no such thing as witches and spirits," Tony hissed through his teeth. His shoulders slumping with a deep exhale, he reached out for Morgan's leg, petting her in an attempt to make light of this. "You okay, Morguna?"

She nodded into Peter's chest. Her eyes were wide, shock clearly still clinging to her. In fact, she looked like she was only moments away from crying.

On a whim, Tony figured his only chance to turn this around was to just lean into the ghost stuff. Despite his still trembling knees, he plastered a wide grin on his lips and wiggled his fingers in the universal warning of a tickle attack. 

"Well, just wait till the ghosts come and get you then."

Peter - jumping right into the abyss with him - pulled Morgan tight, tickling her sides, and like a miracle she didn't cry but burst out laughing as hard as he had ever seen her, squirming against her seat belt. Neither of them could resist joining into her joy and the shock from just moments before slowly slipped away. 

Blowing out a deep breath of relief, Tony turned his eyes back on the road. It was time to just freaking get there. Get it over with. They were only half an hour away from the Stark Mansion. The closer they got, the darker the night seemed to turn. The trees were growing closer and closer to the road. There were fewer crossings that lead off to other towns, other houses. The Stark Mansion had after all been picked by his father first and foremost for its secluded location. Hard to get there, hard to get away.

It wasn't just the world outside the car that took a darker turn. The mood inside of it was slowly deteriorating too. Another glance in the review mirror confirmed that Morgan was still snuggled tightly against Peter, her eyes open wide, staring into the void. Peter had a hand in her hair, softly combing through it, his own gaze turned to the woods that stretched along either side of the road. The rain was still strong, drumming on the roof of the car.

15 more minutes. The kids would feel a whole lot better once they were there, some hot chocolate to calm the nerves - maybe with a pinch of rum for Tony's own - and by the time the sun would rise the next day, by the time Pepper would get there to help him with this mess, everything would be alright.

It turned out, that that next morning would not come as fast as Tony had wished for. The rain had still been lashing as he carried his exhausted, strung up little girl through the doors of the large mansion. Even as he sat her down in her pajamas in the ensuite of his old room to blowdry her rain-soaked hair, the mood was still foul. Not even the hot chocolate she was clutching seemed to make a difference.

"But I don't want to go to bed," she whined.

"It's already past 11 pm, Morguna. Look at you, you're all cranky. You need your sleep."

"But I don't want to." Big tears rolled down her cheeks, bambi-eyes turned up at Tony. "Daddy, please don't go." She hiccoughed stumbling through the words. "Please. The spirits will come and get you."

"On honey, baby..." He pulled her close against him, not failing to send a fiery glance at the Spiderling who was lingering in the door frame sporting a rosy flush on his cheeks. "That was just a story. Peter made that all up because you wanted to hear a scary story."

"It's true, Morg." To his credit, Peter was fast to slip into the bathroom and crouch down in front of Morgan. "I just made it up. It's not true at all."

"But the lightning," she sobbed into Tony's chest. "It was the door to the underworld that opened back up!"

"That was just pure coincidence! There are no wizards, no ghosts—"

"But Doctor Strange is a wizard. You said he's a wizard." Her little hands still clung to Tony's shirt, but slowly she peeked out from under Tony's arm at Peter.

"But... but that's different, erm..." Peter scratched his head looking to Tony for help.

"He's a good wizard, bambina," Tony tried. "You know the... universe-saving kind." He cringed at his own uselessness. "Come on now, you're just tired. Everything will be just fine in the morning, you'll see."

Between the two of them, they managed to get Morgan into bed at least, but it wasn't until Peter volunteered to sleep in her room for the night that Morgan was finally settling down. Tony pressed a long kiss against her forehead as he knelt next to the bed, letting her pull him close once again until his knees protested and he pushed himself back to his feet. By the time Tony had reached the door of the room, turned off the light, and shot a last glance at his kids, Morgan had already guilted Peter into slipping under the covers on the narrow bed, snuggling against him.

It was moments like this that made it all worth it. All of it. Moments, he had never been supposed to see, would have never been able to cherish if it hadn't been for his brave boy who had pulled him back to this life. Who had given him another chance.

"Love you, kids. Sleep tight."

Morgan's eyes were already closed, as she hummed an affirmative mumbled response that Tony could only decipher as "me too, daddy" because he had heard it so often. Peter squinted at him, his lips pulled into a smirk.

"Night, dad," he purred overly dramatic.

They weren't quite there yet. Peter never called him that unless it could be loosely interpreted as him playing along with either the jokes and teases the team made or for Morgan's sake who had by now unequivocally embraced him as her older brother. Still, Tony made sure that there never was any doubt about what his own feelings on the matter were. He loved the kid like he was his own. And Peter was his in every way that mattered.

The house was already getting to him. Tony didn't seem to be able to stop his thoughts drifting to his parents. He couldn't help but think of his mom. He wished that she could have seen those two rascals. Just as much, Tony would have loved to rub a moment like this in Howard's face. His father would have been mortified, scandalized even and Tony would have lapped up every second of it, bathing in the satisfaction that he didn't let that man break him. That he didn't care what Howard's bullshit parenting had tried to beat out of him. 

It took all the strength and adult responsibility for Tony to close the door and not lean into his mushy feelings. He would just rile the kids back up, the way he was craving another big hug and mumbled declarations of eternal love. It had been a long day, a difficult drive. He just needed to get some shut-eye himself. His feet carried him down the dark corridor but he paused in front of the large authentic walnut door to the master bedroom. 

It had been his parents' room for many years. In fact, Tony had never spent a night in there, not even as a kid. It would have been unthinkable for him to crawl into this room in the dead of the night during a storm like the one that was raging above them, or after he had been woken by a nightmare. No, a Stark was supposed to toughen it out. He was supposed to become a leader. Leaders didn't cry. They didn't whine either. Composure and class didn't include clinging to his mother's apron strings, let alone looking for comfort from his father.

A heavy lump in his throat, Tony reached for the doorknob but before his hand even touched it, he turned away. There had been enough talk of ghosts for one day. He could face those particular once another night. Preferably with Pepper by his side. Instead, his feet carried him back to the end of the hallway where he hit the stairs that brought him all the way down to his father's old workshop.

It was the one part of the house he hadn't had Pepper completely remodel. As he settled at his father's old workbench and wiped away decades of dust from the surface, Tony couldn't help but think of his old man. Of how different things would have been if the old bastard had been a little different. If he had at least tried and—

He pushed the thought away. What did it matter? All that was over with. Done and done. It was down there in the old armchair that stood by the open fireplace that Tony hadn't bothered to light that he fell asleep for the night.

Quiet knocking sounds woke him the next morning. For a second, cold dread had him freeze in the chair until he remembered. The Mansion. The trip. The kids were still upstairs probably up already, looking for him. Tony didn't hesitate. His limbs hurt from the odd angle but he would have to make sure not to mention any of it or there would be one of Pepper's lectures on sleeping on things that weren't designated sleeping surfaces.

The stairs leading up from the basement seemed to drag on and on but with every step, his muscles woke up a little more, felt a little more alive. Still, he took a short break to stretch in the landing, to shake the needles pricking his muscles from his legs, before he climbed up into the first floor to make sure the kids weren't already up to their usual shenanigans. As he arched his back and blew out a groan, he spotted a large picture frame on the sideboard right next to the stairs. Like a sack of rice, he imploded mid-stretch, reaching for the picture.  

"What the..."

It was a family portrait. His mother, Howard, and little Tony. Smiles on all their faces. Decked out in their best suits. It made him want to gag from all the fakeness just looking at it.

"But..." Tony frowned. He had gotten rid of those. Had Pepper... no she wouldn't, would she? He had been clear that he didn't want any of these around.

There was a high pitched scream echoing through the hall. The frame slipped from Tony's hands and shattered on the floor as he sprinted up the stairs, forgotten all the aches from last night's uneasy sleep.

He pushed open the door to his old room, expecting blood or broken bones, but instead, he found his little girl on the bed, squirming in laughter. Next to her on the floor, Peter was holding his stomach, tears in his eyes while he could barely breathe from how hard he was laughing.

It took Tony a second to reboot his brain and realize what Peter was pointing at. "Sweet Jesus..."

There was a portrait on the far wall of the room. A portrait, well, that implied some form of artful expression, no. There was an abomination that covered half the wall. A painting his parents had commissioned when he had been roughly Morgan's age. A painting that he was sure, he had burned more than 30 years ago.

Tony's mouth was flapping open and close but he had no word.

"Daddy, is that really you?" Morgan sat up straight, eyes shining with utter joy. "You were so cute! Look at your hair! It's all so... curly!"

"No wonder you didn't want us to turn up the lights last night." Peter was still holding his stomach. "Are you wearing tights? Oh my—"

"Those are stockings," Tony growled like it was helpful. "It's Edwardian."

Peter snorted, rubbing the tears from his eyes. "But why?"

"Anthony Edward..." He shook his head, hands tangled in his messy hair like it could undo the ghost pains of those hair roller pulling at his scalp. "How in the world is this possible." He glared at Peter. "Stop it with the hysterics, okay?"

"I'm sorry, Tony, I just don't think I'll ever be able to unsee this." The smirk on Peter's face only deepened as he pulled up his phone. "And neither will Twitter."

The phone almost dropped to the ground only saved by Peter's fast reflexes as the door to the room swung open once again and hit the wall with a forceful slam.

"What in the world is going on in here!"

Tony's vision whiting out around the edges. His hands fumbled for something that would keep him upright but there was nothing, only sheer panic that was flooding all of his senses at once.

There was a man in the door frame. Taller than him, grey-ish hair. A man that looked an aweful lot like his father. Howard Stark, there was no doubt in Tony's mind no matter how impossible it was, that was his father who stood in the doorway glaring at him.

"Anthony, what the hell is--" He stopped the frown on his face turning even dark. "Who the hell are you and what... what is this?! What is—"

There was no time to think, no room for a single coherent thought as Tony lunged for him. With strength his trembling hands pulled out of thin air, he pushed Howard back far enough to slam the door shut right in his face. He turned the key twice, bolting the door shut, then spun around and leaned his back against it like it would keep the ghosts of the past out.

There was a beat of silence, only Tony's heavy pants echoing off the walls. His eyes flickered to Morgan who still sat up high on the bed that wasn't the bed he had put her in the night before any longer but held the old, dark wood frame of the bed Tony had slept in for most of his childhood.

Panic. That was all he could think of. That he was drifting into a full-on anxiety attack. This couldn't be happening. It was impossible. It had to be a dream or—

He squinted at Peter. "What did you do?"

Peter's eyes went wide. "What did I do?" He shook his head in bewilderment, frozen just like Morgan was. "What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything!" Tony's voice was hoarse. This could still be a dream. He could still wake up but given his track record... "Did you bring back some mumbo jumbo from the wizards?"

"No!" He shook his head, scrambling to his feet.

"Peter, you need to tell me the truth! Did you bring them here? This is serious! What if—"

The door vibrated as Howard banged his fist against the other side of it. "Open the goddamn door! This instance! I will not repeat myself!"

Tony braced himself against the door like the devil was knocking from the other side, which in all honesty, it felt like he was.

--------------------

To be continued...

For your amusement, the picture I used as inspiration for Tony's portrait:

[crobby]

i’ve got your back

for @broskepol

summary: peter and tony have a phrase they use whenever peter’s in danger and can’t outright say it. they have to use it more often than either would like.

word count: 2767

The bell signaling the end of the school day is a wonderful sound to Peter, who’s been practically dying to go out as Spider-Man since third period. He takes up a brisk walk, trying to make it outside as quickly as possible without full-on sprinting.

“Hey, Peter,” Betty calls out, jogging through the hall to catch up with him.

Peter waits for her, eyeing the clock on the wall. “What’s up?”

“There’s a party at Flash’s house this weekend and he told me I could invite whoever I want, so I’m inviting you. Do you wanna come?” 

Peter hesitates. “You know that Flash kind of hates me, right?”

“He doesn’t hate you,” Betty says, flicking her hand.

Peter narrows his eyes. “Penis Parker ring a bell?”

“Okay,” she concedes, “Maybe you’re not his favorite person. But I still think you should come. It’ll be fun! Also, I doubt you’ll even have to talk to him--a ton of people will be there, so you can totally avoid him.”

“I… guess?” Peter rubs the back of his neck. He’s not really sure why Betty’s so insistent that he be there. He thinks it might be her way of trying to become his friend, which he’s definitely okay with. Having friends is nice. 

He shrugs. “Why not? I’ll be there. Text me the deets, yeah?”

Betty grins. “For sure! I’ll see you there!” She turns to walk back down the hall, waving at him.

Peter smiles to himself. Huh, he thinks, a party. I got invited to a party. Maybe his social life isn’t so doomed, after all.

---

Nope, his social life is forever doomed. He can’t just be normal and talk to people. It’s like the universe singled him out and said “You! You’re going to be a loser!” and, frankly, he’s tired of it. He wishes Ned or MJ were here, but Ned’s babysitting his baby cousin and MJ’s out of town. If they were here, he wouldn’t be struggling so much.

There’s music blaring and lights flashing and both are too much for his enhanced senses. There’s so much kinetic energy in the room that Peter can almost feel it. It’s hot. He’s schvitzing. He doesn’t like to schvitz.

He’s just about to call it quits and head home when he hears Flash’s voice above everything else.

“Hey, Parker!” Flash comes to stand in front of him.

Peter groans. “What, Flash?”

“Have you ever played a drinking game?”

Peter furrows his brow. “No, of course not. I’m underage.”

“So? That doesn’t stop, like, every other teenager.”

“I don’t know, Flash…”

“Come on! It’ll be fun. This is an olive branch, man. You gonna take it?”

Flash must be tipsy, already, if he’s trying to play nice with Peter. He’s pretty sure Flash is joking about the ‘olive branch’ thing, but still.

“You should loosen up,” Flash says, “Learn to live a little.”

“I--” Peter starts to object. Then, “Alright. I’ll do it. What’s the game?”

“It’s called Fuzzy Duck.”

“Fuzzy Duck?” Peter laughs. “Come on.”

“No, really! I’ll explain it when everyone’s listening.”

Flash leads him back to a corner full of couches. A bunch of people are already there, some Peter recognizes and others he doesn’t.

Flash takes a seat in the middle of the biggest couch, while Peter perches on the arm of another couch next to some people he’s pretty sure are in his trig class.

“Okay, so we’ve got to get in a circle--which, we already are--and I’ll start by saying ‘fuzzy duck’ to the person to my left. It’ll keep going like that, saying ‘fuzzy duck’ to the person to your left, until someone says ‘does he’. Then, the person to the right of that person has to say ‘ducky fuzz’ and then it’ll keep going in that direction--to the right--with people saying ‘ducky fuzz’ until someone says ‘does he’ again. At that point, the direction switches again and people go back to saying ‘fuzzy duck’ until the next time someone says ‘does he’ again. It’ll just go back and forth like that. Anytime anyone messes up whatever they’re supposed to say, they have to drink.”

There are a few vaguely confused nods.

“It’ll make sense when we get into it,” Flash assures them.

He turns to the girl to his left, “Fuzzy duck,” he says, entirely seriously.

She turns to the girl next to her. “Fuzzy duck.”

Eventually--and after many mess-ups and subsequent drinks--they reach Peter, who, in true idiot fashion, blurts: “Duzzy fuck.”

Everyone’s laughter ringing in his ears, he downs a gulp of whatever Flash handed him. He smacks his lips, unused to the bitter taste of alcohol. As the game continues--and Peter drinks more--he feels his throat get warm and his brain go fuzzy. Fuzzy, like the ducks, he thinks. 

At least he isn’t such a nervous wreck anymore--he hasn’t felt so relaxed in a long time. He doesn’t even think before saying things, which is wild. 

He jumps when Iron Man by Black Sabbath starts blasting out of his back pocket. He scrambles to grab his phone, recognizing the ringtone. More specifically, who it belongs to. Mr. Stark shines up at him, along with a photo he and Tony had taken the day they made his internship official. 

Peter brings the phone up to his ear, the noise of the party loud in the background. “Uhh, hey, Mr. St’rk.” Woah, since when are his words so slurred?

Tony doesn’t seem to notice. “Hey kid, I was just calling to see if you wanted to bring the suit by tomorrow. I’ve got something I wanna try out. Happy can pick you up from May’s.” 

“That--that’d be great, Mr. St’rk.”

People are starting to look at him, wondering who on Earth he’s calling ‘Mr. Stark’. Peter would very much like to go home now, thanks. Drinking’s not so fun when you have to make normal conversation with your mentor/father figure/it’s complicated guy in front of a crowd. 

“Are you good, Pete? It sounds like there’s a lot going on over there. Are you at a party?”

“Pshhhh, no. Are you at a party?”

“Why would I be at a--”

Peter cuts him off. “Have you ever seen Star Wars?”

“You know I have. What’s going on with you, Peter? Is everything alright?”

“D’you remember when the Starfleet came to help the rebels in episode 5?”

“Okay, you’d never mix up Star Wars and Star Trek. That’s it, I’m coming to get you. FRIDAY, what’s his location?” 

Peter hears FRIDAY give Tony Flash’s address in the background, extremely grateful that Tony realized something was up. He didn’t want to outright say anything--he’s trying to get these people to like him, not think he’s some kind of weirdo who needs to be picked up early from a high school party.

A few minutes later, Peter receives a text from Tony.

I’m here.

Peter quickly stands up and immediately regrets it when his vision swims. He takes a second to get his head on straight before stepping back from the circle. “Thanks for the party, Flash. I’ve gotta jet,” He gestures towards the door with his thumb before taking off. Well, he staggers towards the door more than anything, still figuring out how to actually do things while under the influence.

Tony’s standing next to one of his Audis when Peter finally makes his way outside, leaning against it with a concerned frown on his face. He stands up straight when he sees Peter, making a beeline towards him and checking him for injuries. Peter lets him, knowing that Tony will calm down if he sees for himself that Peter’s unharmed. Tony nods to himself, seemingly satisfied with Peter’s lack of injuries, before pulling him into a tight hug. Smushed against Tony’s chest, Peter smiles. Peter knows that Tony cares about him, but it’s still nice to get a physical reminder of that fact. Tony pulls back, keeping his hands on Peter’s shoulders. 

“What happened?”

“Well, I--”

“You smell like alcohol,” Tony interrupts, “Why do you smell like alcohol?”

Peter shoots him a pair of finger-guns. “That might be all the alcohol I drank.”

Tony sighs. “Let’s get you home, yeah? We can talk about this when you’re sober.”

Peter looks down. “Are you mad?”

“No, I’m not mad. Believe me,” Tony offers him a half-smile, “I get it. But it’s still something we need to talk about. You, me, and May.”

“‘Kay,”

Tony leads him to the car, keeping a hand on his shoulder. Throughout the whole drive back to the apartment, he keeps checking up on Peter through the rear-view mirror. He tries to start some idle conversation but drops it when he realizes that Peter’s too worn out to be all that interested in responding.

They pull up to the curb outside of the apartment building and Tony helps Peter up to his apartment, one arm around his shoulders. He uses his free arm to knock on the door. 

May answers. “Tony? What’re you doing here? It’s really late.” In her tired state, she fails to notice Peter until Tony gestures to him. “Aw, hon, what’s wrong?”

Peter slides out from under Tony’s grip to fall into her arms. She immediately grasps him in a hug, mouthing Is he okay? to Tony, who mimes drinking. May nods in understanding, mouthing Thank you.

Tony smiles. “I’m gonna get out of your hair. The kiddo needs a good night’s sleep.”

“G’night, Mr. St’rk,” Peter says, his voice muffled.

Tony looks at him fondly, his eyes soft. “Goodnight, Pete. You, too, May.”

Peter hums before falling asleep on May’s shoulder.

---

Months later, Peter’s briskly walking out of school again. This time, his interruption is a chloroform towel pressed against his mouth, rather than a (un?)friendly invite to a party. He drops like a sack of bricks into the arms of a man, out cold.

---

Peter wakes up in an abandoned warehouse, his arms tied up above his head and his limbs aching. He presses his wrists against their bindings, sure that he could easily break through them if he tried. He can’t, though, because that would reveal his identity--or, at least, the fact that he has super-strength. He’ll do it if he has to--but not until he knows there’s no other option. 

He hears two sets of footfalls coming from behind the door across the room.

A man and a woman enter through the door, both wearing a bandana over their nose and mouth. They stop in front of Peter. 

The woman crosses her arms. “We want information. You’re going to give it to us.”

Peter stares, eyebrows raised. 

“We’re replicating the arc rector,” she says, “We’ve almost got it, but there’s something missing. You intern for Stark. We know you’ll know.” She dives into an explanation of their design and what went wrong. At the end of her speech, she looks at Peter expectantly.

Peter frowns. “I don’t know, actually.”

The woman slaps him across the face. His head jerks at the motion, his cheek stinging.

“This isn’t how I wanted this evening to go,” she says, “You were supposed to tell us everything. You will tell us everything.” She exits the room, returning with a large case.

She places it on a table and opens it to reveal a collection of knives and such. 

Peter doesn’t like the way this is going.

She runs her hand over the many knives. “Will you tell us what we want to know, now?”

Peter tries to think of a way for him to get out of here without revealing his identity, but he falls up short. It looks like he might have to kiss his anonymity goodbye. 

He’s mentally preparing himself to break his restraints and fight his way out of the warehouse when a phone rings loudly.

The sound is coming from the man’s pocket. He pulls the phone out. Peter recognizes his case. Since when do they have his phone? He guesses they took it when they grabbed him.

“It’s for you,” the man grunts. Peter can’t help but think that he sounds like he gargled cement. “No caller ID.”

The woman tilts her head. “Let him answer.”

The man lodges the phone in between Peter’s raised shoulder and his head before stepping back.

“Hey, Pete, you’re in a weird location. Just calling to check up on you--made sure there was no caller ID, just in case you’re with someone. Is everything alright?”

Peter glances up at his kidnappers, who are glaring at him. He can’t say anything that implies that he’s not��alright unless he wants them to hurt him.

“Oh yeah, everything’s fine. I was actually just thinking about.... uh,” he thinks back to the party when he was in a similar situation where he couldn’t say anything outright, “Star Wars. D’you remember when the Starfleet came to help the rebels in, uh, episode 5?”

Tony pauses. “Wait, so you are in trouble?”

“Yeah, that’s the one.”

Tony’s voice sounds strained. “I’ve got your location. Sit tight, I’m coming to get you.”

Peter tries not to slump over in relief, because that would definitely alert his kidnappers. “That’s good.”

“Yeah, it is.” Peter hears the Iron Man suit power-up in the background.

“Okay, that’s enough,” the woman snatches the phone out of Peter’s hand and ends the call. She drops it just out of Peter’s reach.

Peter purses his lips. As Spider-Man, he’d make a quip and get out of here without Tony’s help. As Peter Parker, though? He can’t bring himself to say or do much of anything. It’s different, being in this situation without the mask. Normally, he’d have it handled in no time. Now, though, everything just feels… different. Off. He feels stuck.

The woman takes a step towards him. “I’m only going to ask you this one more time: what’s the secret? We’ve got it all figured out, except for one part. You know what’s missing--I know you do--so you better tell us before I bring out the big guns.” She gestures to the case.

Those aren’t guns, Peter thinks, those are knives. “I don’t know. I don’t work on arc reactors. I’m an intern, I bring people coffee.”

The woman scoffs. “Stark wouldn’t hire a high school intern unless you were something special. Tell us, or so help me God I will make you.” She picks up a thick knife and brandishes it threateningly. 

Peter’s heart rate skyrockets. Then, he hears the sound of repulsors.

Tony smashes through a wall, terrifying Peter’s kidnappers. Peter grins in relief.

“Really guys?” Tony says, his voice robotic through the suit, “You thought you could steal my kid and get away with it?” He flies over to grab Peter, who snaps the restraints like they're rubber bands. Tony picks him up around the armpits. “Have a terrible night,” he says before shooting into the night.

Peter looks up at him. “Mr. Stark, won’t they get away?”

“The police are almost there. They won’t make it out in time. How are you? Any injuries?”

“I’m all good--nothing worse than I get on patrol, anyway. I’m really glad you called, ‘cause I thought I was gonna have to reveal my identity for a second there.”

“I’m glad you’re okay. Where am I bringing you? Home?”

“Yeah, home sounds nice.”

Tony flies him to his apartment building, letting him down gently before retracting the suit. He gestures for Peter to start heading inside. 

They make their way up the stairs and knock on the door. May opens it, rubbing sleep out of her eyes.

She looks up at them and balks. “What happened? Are you okay?”

“Minor kidnapping, nothing too serious,” Tony jokes.

May smacks him on the arm, “That’s not something to laugh about.” She pulls them both into a bone-crushing hug. “Thank you for saving him.”

She pulls back to smack Peter’s arm. “And you! Why didn’t you save yourself? What’s the point of those spider powers if you don’t use them?”

Peter shrugs. “Secret identity.”

May considers it. “Okay, that’s a valid reason.”

She pulls them both into another hug. “I’m so glad you’re alright.”

Peter lets himself melt into the embrace, always happy to be with both of his adults. “Can we watch Star Wars?”

May and Tony share a fond look.

“Of course,” she says.

And if the three of them stay up all night binge-watching every Star Wars movie, no one has to know.

[halowastaken]

Why I Left (Chapter 10.)

read on ao3

Summary:

“What about his card? You gave him a card when you gave him the internship right?” Pepper asked typing something in her laptop “He converted all of it to cash in the atm in the museum downstairs and then threw it in the recycling bin right next to said atm. At this point this the spider is just making fun of me” Tony said frustrated “It is tuesday. I can go check if he attended to school” Happy said on his phone “Nope. I already did. Been doing it for the whole two weeks we’ve been looking” Pepper said and Tony was honestly shocked that it has been so long. He looks around and there are coffee mugs everywhere, random papers and tablets where they are not supposed to be, every screen in the room had to do with Peter’s search ---

“Kid, how are you doing?” Tony said while working in the suit update

“Good actually. The new webb formula is looking great!” Peter says with a smile while mixing some stuff that Tony didn’t get. He didn’t need to though

“That’s cool Peter. When you are done with that, I need you to fix the code in the Ironman suit that connects it to the arc reactor” Tony is expecting an answer from Peter, but when he doesn’t he turns around to find a really hesitant Peter “What is it?”

“I don’t really know how to code” Peter says stuttering

“You hacked your suit” Tony said confused

“No. I asked my friend to hack it for me. I have cero clue how coding works” Peter says and Tony sighs

“Ok then. You are in for a treat today, because I am gonna teach you how to code. Call it coding 101 with Tony Stark” Peter’s eyes widened and he starts smiling

“That’s awesome Mr. Stark! Thank you so much! I promise I will pay attention to do whatever you teach me perfectly!” Peter said really excited

“I know you will. First thing you need to know about coding is the ‘three u`s’ rule. Undetectable, Unbreakable and Unexpected. Ever since I started coding, these three rules are my secret to always get to what I want” Tony says. Peter raises an eyebrow giving away that he has no idea what Tony is talking about “Ok so, when your friend hacked my suit, I had ho idea that the suit was hacked at first. That’s the first U. Undetectable. Also I am not gonna lie to you, when you gave the suit back I did try to put the training wheels protocol back on, but I couldn’t. Unbreakable. And lastly, you are the last person I think of that would hack a million dollar suit. Unexpected” Peter wanted to argue back about the last point, but he decided not to. “Now, go grab your laptop, cause we are coding today” Tony said and Peter with a smile ran to the other side of the lab to grab his laptop

------

“I’m so sorry it took me so long. The elevator was malfunctioning but I am-” Pepper was looking to her phone while talking, and when she looked up she was...concerned “You are sticked to the floor”

“I am fully aware of that. In Peter’s desk there should be a bottle with the level ‘unsticky spray’. Can you reach it please?” Pepper was confused. She still did what she was told, but that didn’t answer questions. Tony did seem off. Last time she saw him off was right before Germany, but that didn’t last long because Peter started to be part of their lives around that time. But Peter wasn’t there. It was weird considering that she told Tony to not let him out.

“Where is Peter?” She asked. She shouldn’t have asked that. Tony looked like his world was vanishing

“He ran away Pepper” Pepper was confused now but she let Tony talk “Something is going on with that kid Pepper. He’s in trouble. I can just feel it. I need to track him and make sure he is ok” Tony says, really worried. Pepper wanted to argue but instead she just nodded

“What do you need me to do?” Pepper asks and then Tony stands up

“Call Rhodey. Tell him that I need him here and right now. I am finding my kid.

And then he starts. He pulls up the coding in the hologram screen. The kid did really well because at first sight it looked like he did nothing but little did Tony know that was just the beginning of one of the biggest hacks he’s ever seen.

Undetectable

“Tony” It’s been seven hours since Peter left. Tony hasn’t gone out of the lab since Peter left. He refuses to leave until he finds his kid “Tony, Rhodey is gonna be here tomorrow morning”

“Pepper I love you but if you are here to ask me to take a break I hate to break it to you” Tony says without stopping working

“Actually, I am here to tell you that I am going to look for him” Tony raises an eyebrow and turns around to look at her “If he left without being noticed, he would at least use the Spiderman suit. He must be out in the streets somewhere. If not I’ll go to his department to look for him there, I’ll also call his friends to see if they know where he could be, and all of that stuff” Tony was surprised, in fact. His wife never encouraged him to stay all night in the lab “Don’t look at me like that. He is my kid too. You are not the only one that is gonna stay up all night today” Then Pepper left the lab.

Well that was new. Tony was a hundred percent sure Pepper would just tell him to go get some sleep. Tony then just kept trying to break the code. What he didn’t know is that it was gonna take him a while. He tried literally everything that he could think of and none of it worked. He was Tony Stark for god’s sake. Tony fucking Stark was being outsmarted by the same sixteen year old that he spent time with. But he needed to keep trying. For Peter. For his kid.

“You look like you visited hell” Tony then looked over his shoulder and scoffed

“I’ve looked worse” Tony says and Rhodey shakes his head

“So, Pepper mentioned about the spider kid and his aunt but we didn’t really get into the details so I would like to know why am I here?” Rhodey says looking at Tony’s screen

“Peter is in a lot of trouble and I don’t even know where he is. All connections were cut and I’ve been trying to find any kind of connection with him since yesterday but I am losing my mind” Tony says without taking his eyes out of the screen

“Have you tried locating the ip address of his phone or the suit?” Rhodey asks 

“Yup. Also, do you think you can try to find something on Ben Parker? For some reason I have the feeling that he has something to do with all of this. Called him a few days ago and the man was not in a good mood” Tony explains which makes Rhodey doubt about this

“You think that the kid’s uncle killed his aunt or something?” Rhodey asks

“Nah. The police report says that the guy that killed May hasn’t been found, which by the way I also have to look into that guy” Tony says thinking out loud

“So the kid hacked FRI? Is it bad?” Rhodey asks looking at Tony’s screen 

“He knew what he was doing. This is advanced level shit. Almost unbreakable” Tony says remembering the first time he teached Peter how to code. The kid learned every single bit that Tony teached him. 

“Have you tried looking in the news for spiderman? Even the smallest thing could help. Even if it is just some girl posting in her stories a picture of him or something like that” Rhodey said grabbing a tablet

“I already did it but do that again just to see if there is anything new. Just know that if I have to reunite the Avengers to find him, I'll even get Thor to visit midgard” Tony said confidently. He was sure that he was gonna find his kid. Or even better, he was sure that his kid was in danger. That terrified Tony. and fear is the greatest motivator. After a couple hours they called in Happy to go question his friends (“Keep it legal Happy! Can’t handle looking for a kid and a lawsuit at the same time!”). Pepper came back with no luck. But that wouldn't make them give up. They will find out what happened.

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“What about his card? You gave him a card when you gave him the internship right?” Pepper asked typing something in her laptop

“He converted all of it to cash in the atm in the museum downstairs and then threw it in the recycling bin right next to said atm. At this point this the spider is just making fun of me” Tony said frustrated

“It is tuesday. I can go check if he attended to school” Happy said on his phone

“Nope. I already did. Been doing it for the whole two weeks we’ve been looking” Pepper said and Tony was honestly shocked that it has been so long. He looks around and there are coffee mugs everywhere, random papers and tablets where they are not supposed to be, every screen in the room had to do with Peter’s search

“Well, this can’t be right” Rhodey said out loud, catching everyone’s attention. “The first thing I did was look into mister uncle dearest and got nothing. I left it alone but now I decided to double check and there is an ip address. Ben’s phone” Tony then took a look into Rhodey’s tablet and he was right. He was surprised actually. He could tell that Peter was so precise and careful with all of his personal info, and everyone else that could have a connection with him. He forgot his uncle. 

“This is-” Tony made a pause to think of something to say that properly describes the situation

“Unexpected” FRIDAY said and Tony raised his eyebrow

“Yeah” Tony said and then he started looking into Ben’s phone. He was connected to the same wifi connection as Peter’s laptop and phone. That’s where they had to be. He finally looked into the address. Peter’s department

“That can’t be. Last time I was there, it was empty. No lights or sound” Pepper said and Tony got up his chair

“I am gonna go check this time. Something tells me we got him. Rhodey, you drive. Pepper, stay here in case something happens, and Happy, go get his favorite stuff for when we get back here” Tony said determined. 

He is on his way.

[buckysmischief]

what’s up danger? - 1

sunflower, part 1

Peter Parker x reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: language, sexual innuendos

AN: @perpetually-tuned-out helped me write a piece of this & it’s bolded, Amanda you’re amazing & I cannot thank you enough!

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Peter’s POV

Peter was watching TV alone in his apartment one day and got back-to-back phone calls from Fury and Tony about a new villain they wanted to recruit. The problem was that no one knew where she was currently due to her ability to change reality, which is why they needed Peter. After the whole ordeal with Mysterio, Peter and Tony began working on a piece of tech that would detect any false realities.

Once arriving at the SHIELD NY office, Peter was welcomed by Maria and escorted to the debriefing room where Fury and Tony were waiting. On the table was a new Spider-Man suit, which meant Tony had added new tech that he would be needing for his mission.

“So, kid, do you remember a thing called the reality stone?” Peter was well into his 20s but Tony has never stopped calling him ‘kid’, which he was fine with. As long as it came from Tony, from anyone else felt like an insult.

“Um yeah, sort of. The stones were destroyed by Thanos after the snap though, weren’t they?” puzzled Peter, “Is something happening? Is he back? Do we-”

“Woah there, slow down.” Tony interrupted, “Back in 2013 the stone, or Aether, was in London. There was this thing called the Convergence happening, I’m not getting into it right now so ask Thor if you’re curious. Basically, as a young girl YN YLN, was in London in 2013 on a class trip, got caught up in an anomaly, and she absorbed the powers of the aether.”

“Like Jane?”

“No. We’re not sure why, all we know is that she uses it how Thanos did.”

“Back to the point,” Fury interjects, “It’s damn near impossible to catch a person who can alter reality, so Tony updated the tracking abilities in your suit.”

“I ran tests on all the stones when we had them, good thing too or we never would have had the technology to find her.” Tony boasts. “Took some time to figure out, though. We need you to test it out, see if you can find her when the radar detects a location.”

Peter nods, taking in all the new information presented to him. “Okay, but why me? Not that I’m complaining, I just don’t understand why I’m her assigned Avenger.”

“It’s simple,” Maria starts, “Beck did something similar and, once you finally figured it out, you handled the situation extremely well.”

“She’s also your neighbor,” Fury laughs, “we call her Rem.”

Peter was shocked. His quiet, shy, and probably overly nervous neighbor was a villain? They had been neighbors for two years, how did he not notice? Did she know that he’s Spider-Man? Well, at least he knew her name now.

“Okay, what do you want me to do?”

“Try and recruit her.”

Your POV

For the past year Spider-Man has been on your ass every move you made, and not because you lived right beside him. After the first two times he found you attempting to rob a bank, you figured he must have found a way to track your powers. You had to stop using your powers at home, which wasn’t a huge deal. The last thing you needed was Peter Parker invading your personal life.

It wasn’t hard to find out who he was, the fact that his girlfriend was always yelling “Why can’t you just stop being Spider-Man?” helped a lot. They fought a lot, actually. It was none of your business, so you weren’t worried about why, but you did know she wanted him to retire the suit.

“Oh Spidey, still comin’ back I see. You don’t have a girlfriend to keep you busy?” he hadn’t even made himself known yet, but you knew he was there.

“Not really, we broke up. Again. We’ve kinda been in the cycle of.. Wait, stop distracting me!” webs flew from his suit and entangled your hands.

“C’mon Spidey, you know how I feel about being tied up.” you say with a smirk.

“Yeah, but something tells me you like it.” Peter smirked under his mask, “Otherwise you wouldn’t have made it so easy.”

Peter had slowly been getting closer, and you were suddenly pressed against the wall. And if the eyes on his mask were anything to go by, he was squinting. It’s like this is a different Spider-Man. Usually if you get a little flirty, he would get flustered, flirt back a little, but you always got away before he got to your hands. However, this time, the lack of witty banter had thrown you off, this time he was really flirting. Peter had noticed the slight twitch of your eyes as he considered his next few words.

“I could just make this the easiest job and have you suspended from the air, but something tells me you’ll beg me to tighten the restraints.” Your pupils dilate at his crude comment and your natural instinct was to lash out with your hands.

As your arms buckled and fists clenched in the webbing Peter realized that he’d mobilized your strongest asset. Until you could free yourself, you were trapped under Spider-Man’s gaze.

“So Remmy,” how you loathed that nickname, “why are you in the weapons vault, at SHIELD of all places?”

“Heard some rumors Cap had extra shields, got bored and thought I’d have a look.” While that was true, you failed to mention what one would go for if any existed.

Peter scoffed, “Come on Rem, just meet with him once. You don’t have to be a thief forev-”

“I am not meeting Nick Fury or Tony Stark.”

Peter closed the remaining distance between you and removed the webbing from your hands, holding them in his. He bent down and whispered in your ear, “Then stay for me.”

You don’t know when your feelings for Peter, and Spider-Man, changed. It started out as a typical hero-villian dynamic, but slowly you developed something for the masked hero.

“I’ll think about it.” one moment you are kissing his cheek, and the next he is watching you disappear behind a door that never existed before.

What the hell was that? So what Peter and his girlfriend broke up, that’s not anything new. You could count on one hand the amount of time she’s slammed the door at 2 in the morning after Peter had come back from patrolling the city just this month. Flirting wasn’t anything new, just a way to try and distract the other. No, you had just never had Peter, Spider-Man, act on his flirtations.

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You walked out of the door you created and immediately blended in with foot traffic, deciding that you were going to pick up Chinese food and head home for the night.

You should have went with Italian. Of course Peter would be there. He was putting his card back in his wallet when he spotted you. “Yn? Hey, Peter. I mean I’m Peter, we’re neighbors.”

Never in the three years of living next to this man have you two ever said more than a, “Hey, they put your mail in my box again by mistake” to each other. What the hell had possessed both of his identities to change things? “Yeah. I mean, I know who you are.”

“You going home after this? We could walk together, if that’s fine with you I mean.” he was nervous. Not even an hour ago he had you pinned against a wall and now he’s suddenly shy?

You thought about your next words, and the fact that you weren’t supposed to know he was single. “And how would your girlfriend feel about that?”

“MJ? She left, again. I told her to not come back anymore, it’s a long story. Not important anymore. But it’s fine if you don’t want to!”

You really should say no, “No, I want to! I mean, why not, ya know?”

After paying for your food the two of you walk back to Peter’s apartment, he had just bought a new TV and suggested movie with dinner. As the night went on you both gravitated toward each other, your legs had ended up stretched out across his lap while his hand was gripping your thigh.

It was odd, knowing how he spends half of his life and then learning how he spends his other. Your favorite was finding the fiction in the story of his real life. He didn’t develop tech for Tony Stark, he developed teach with Tony Stark. He tested it. You also found out that he was a giant nerd and a total sweetheart.

But after all you learned about Peter that night, he didn’t tell you that you were apart of the reason MJ left.

It started out with him coming home hurt after fighting a random bank robber, a bullet grazed his shoulder and he acted like it was nothing. That’s when MJ started asking Peter to stay in the lab more and out of the field, but Peter couldn’t do that.

Then you became his mission. MJ noticed how obsessed he was with catching you and showing you the perks of being a hero. Every night he found you he came home and it was all he could talk about. “MJ I know she’s technically a villain-”

“-she is literally a villain-”

“-but you should have seen the way she changed everything. We were in Central Park and suddenly we were inside an abandoned building, it was amazing!”

No, Peter wasn’t going to mention that. He just wanted to do this. They could figure out her being a professional thief, and him being a fucking Avenger later. Right?

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[takaraphoenix]

I wish you would write a fic where Tony wields the gauntlet and lives :) :P (fun fact. i have written the word wield more times in the past two days than in my entire life altogether and i still misspell it every single time.)

“Tony. Tony, please. Please wake up. You can’t-”

Peter was sobbing, cradling Tony’s face in his hand. Tony wasn’t moving. He couldn’t die, couldn’t leave Peter alone. Peter needed his mentor. His–His father figure. What was he supposed to do without Tony…?

“Kid, please let me rest some. This was exhausting…”, sighed Tony, nudging Peter.

“Y… You’re…”, stammered Peter in disbelieve.

“Alive and kicking. Yes”, replied Tony. “What? You think I didn’t modify the arc reactor to take the power-kickback that the gauntlet would cause? I made an Iron Man gauntlet, of course did I adjust for the possibility of me wielding it.”

Peter laughed and cried, at the same time, as he threw himself at Tony, hugging him tightly.

“It still hurt though, Pete, so mind the spider-strength.”

“Right. Oh. Sorry. I’m so sorry”, sputtered Peter.

Peter was still floored that it had been five years. He had spent five years in the dust? He had spent five years in the dust and Tony had a daughter now?

“H… Hello, kiddo”, greeted Peter with a slightly awkward grin.

Morgan Stark was wearily staring up at him while hiding behind Happy. “Mo, there’s no need to be afraid. That’s Peter Parker. He’s a friend of your dad’s.”

“Hello”, piped Morgan up.

“I still don’t understand, Happy”, admitted Peter as he knelt in front of the girl.

“It’s rather easy, really. Tony always wanted to be a father and Pepper has always been a good friend to him. She agreed to be his surrogate. I think it was losing you that really pushed him over the edge though. You mean the world to him too, kid”, explained Happy, judging Morgan a little.

Morgan curiously approached Peter. “So you’re like my big brother now?”

“Yeah, totally. Absolutely”, sputtered Peter, not knowing what to say.

“Now, I think Tony wants to see both of you”, prompted Happy.

Morgan stared at Peter’s hand nearly demandingly, until Peter offered it to her and led her into the hospital room. He knew so many people were waiting in the waiting room. The Avengers, all those who had lived.

“Ah, all my children in one room”, laughed Tony delighted. “Harley, you have to meet them - that’s Peter and Morgan.”

The lanky teen next to Tony’s bed turned to look at them. “Hey. Heard a lot about you, Parker. Guess I snuck in quicker than you.”

Harley smirked at Peter and Peter frowned. How many children did Mister Stark have? What had he missed?

“Mister Stark, I… I met your daughter?”, offered Peter nearly timidly.

“Yes. I did good on that one, huh?”, asked Tony with a proud smile.

Morgan climbed onto his bed and snuggled up to to her dad. “Mommy says you got really hurt trying to protect everyone?”

“Your mother is a wise woman”, sighed Tony with a wince. “Shared custody on the munchkin, you know.”

Peter nodded blankly and leaned against the wall next to Harley. “So… you…”

“Met Tony when he crashlanded in my barn a couple years ago. He… stayed in touch, we talked science. He’s been helping me with my college application for MIT before–well, before I was dusted”, offered Harley. “He’s been talking a lot about you lately. Before the, you know, dusting.”

“Huh”, grunted Peter and tilted his head. “No. Wait. I recognize you. He had a photo of you in his lab!”

“Because he’s sentimental”, muttered Harley and rolled his eyes fondly.

“Stop talking about me like I’m not in the room!”, complained Tony.

“If you could all just not talk at all?”

Startled, Peter turned toward the blue-skinned woman in the bed next to Tony’s, while Tony laughed. “Ah, smurfette, don’t be like that. Look, we get to share a room during our recovery. It’ll be an important bonding experience!”

“We had enough of that while we were stuck in outer space and over the past five years. You made me babysit your squirt”, countered Nebula dryly.

“She actually sat on the baby”, whispered Tony toward Harley and Peter. “I made a very horrified sound when I walked in on that.”

“You told me to babysit. What else was it supposed to mean? The words baby and sit are right there”, complained Nebula irritated.

“Are you alright, auntie Nebu?”, asked Morgan softly.

And Nebula’s voice softened too as she answered. “Yes, I am fine. Do not worry about it.”

While Harley and Peter started bantering in the corner, Tony smiled, with tears in the corner of his eyes. Five years ago, when he thought he had lost everything, Nebula had been a good, strong friend. When Tony had learned that not just Peter but also Harley had died. Pepper had been a good, strong friend. They only had each other and even though their relationship had broken apart years ago, she had agreed to be his surrogate because she knew how much he longed for a family.

“Tones? Happy said that family is allowed in.”

“Uncle Tony!”

Tony huffed as the end-twenties woman collided with him and hugged him a little too tightly. No spider-strength and yet, Monica was one strong girl.

“Hey, if it isn’t my favorite niece?”, grinned Tony.

“I’m your only niece”, laughed Monica, hugging him.

Tony turned toward the door to see Rhodey and his wife Maria walk in. The two had met in the air force, somewhere in the late 80s, it had only been a one-night-stand - until they met again ten years later and Rhodey learned that he was a father. Tony, of course, spoiled little Monica Rambeau rotten on behalf of being her uncle now. Rhodey and Maria had rekindled their relationship very slowly over the years, but he mainly tried to keep his wife and their daughter out of the press and the superhero business.

That got a little harder when Carol Danvers, Maria’s first love, returned from… outer space. Tony wasn’t going to judge, especially not since the three of them seemed to make it work father well with each other.

Tony had thought he needed that too. Love, before the family. But he didn’t, not really. And well, when had Tony ever done anything in the right order? First Harley, then Peter, now he had Morgan. Whether he found romantic true love… what did it matter? He had a far stronger true love, right here.

“Tony. They said we can finally see you”, announced Natasha.

She smiled as she entered, closely followed by Pepper, Rocket, Thor, Bruce, Steve, Sam, Bucky - oh dear, this room was definitely too small for every Avenger. Still, he smiled to himself.

“Reports of my death are greatly exaggerated. Come on in and see for yourself, the invincible Iron Man.”

[starrystellars]

even the spiders dance | one-shot

a/n: hello!! i decided to write something for my baby natasha since no one ever really looks back at her and whatever she has been thru. i felt like i needed to study her a little bit more and do justice for her since mcu is unable to fucking do so. i didnt proof-read bc english aint my first language so there's no point anyway hhhh i’ll might make a part two but i’ll see how well this is received. anyways!! hopefully yall like this and drop a like and comment if u please

synopsis: natasha tries to get rid of her traumatic past by making something sad into something beautiful. she ends up falling in love with a hip hop dance teacher instead. | fem! reader

warnings: mentions of past trauma (ptsd), overly cheesy writing

word count: 4,7100

New York’s hazy morning breeze was a welcomed refresher against Natasha’s pale skin, slowly peeling off the worries of the past couple of nights. The early morning sun was almost blinding to a naked eye, especially after a long night spent indoors with the lights off, loud bird chirping ticking her off more than usual. Spring was physically knocking on the city’s doorsteps, but unlike every other person in the Big Apple, the redhead didn’t seem to be ready to give up on the winter’s presence just yet. To someone who was raised in the middle of a cold Russia, warmth was something that felt incredibly unfamiliar, and even after years living in a bustling city, she really never felt at home with the sun tickling the tip of her pointy nose.

Natasha had always been a pretty private person, and even after moving into the tower with the rest of the Avengers, she hadn’t seemed to give up on her habits. As someone who was raised to become a fearless killer, she couldn’t just slip up and let her guard down, even when she did consider the people around her to be more or less a family. Kind smiles and banter with the people she lived with was indeed like a soothing balm over her past traumas, but healing was a marathon, not a spurt, which she knew better than one could think of. The assassin was somewhat in peace with her journey, but those past days she had been getting the short end of the stick; dwelling in screeching nightmares that left her sheets sticky, and occasional moments of anxiety that seemed to attack her out of blue. She, like most of her teammates, was haunted by the things she had seen, but other than the people around her, Natasha was the best at hiding it. Red Room training was brutal, but it was something that was almost impossible to shake off. If you learn something by birth, you don’t know any better — at least that’s what she tried to tell herself over and over again, to justify the fact that she couldn’t just let other people in. Even with her unavailability of trusting others, she had slowly tried to take part of the team, even when they were baby steps. After releasing SHIELD’s intel online, she had found herself hanging out more with the people she shared her living quarters with. Wilson and Rogers were one of the people she was tied to the most, leading up to her going all the way to her sparring with those hunky boys every once in a while. For her, training had always been a private moment of the day, but Natasha couldn’t help but to notice how she had grown to love early morning jogs around the closest park to the Avengers tower with the bunch. They made her feel whole and in peace with herself, even when it was almost impossible to keep up with the serum-infused Captain, who left Sam and her bite dust every single time.

"Romanoff, you good?" The Falcon was trying to catch his breath, after both of them had finished up those ten laps around the greenery. Steve, who looked like he didn't even break a sweat during training, perked up his head upon hearing the pair, cocking eyebrows questioningly. The redhead wasn't sure how the Sam had noticed her changed behavior, but at the end of the day, they spent a good amount of time with each other. "Yeah, just a little rusty, I guess," a little smirk grew on her lips, as she shook her head ever so slightly, while trying to calm down the rapid breathing that was caught in her throat. A highly skilled spy or not, even she had hard times catching up after running like a headless chicken. "Black Widow? Rusty? Unheard of," Sam laughed while showing off a perfect row of pearly white teeth, leaning forward to place his hands on those thick thighs of his, still pretty much out of breath. It was a funny sight to see the taller man drenched in sweat, grey sweatshirt looking like it had just came out of the wash, as he tried his best not to fall on the ground thanks to his shaking legs. "It's true. I haven't seen you like this since the day you spilled all of your secrets to the world," Steve finally spoke up, as he took a couple of steps forward towards the two. His laid back attitude was a refreshing look, since the super soldier was known for being pretty uptight at times. "What's wrong?" Natasha let out a deep sigh, placing hands on her hips, as she looked at both of the men in front of her with blank eyes. Over the years, she had learned how to disguise emotions pretty well, and this time it was no exception. For her, there was nothing more scarier than let others know how she really felt like, and being cornered like that wasn't ideal. Her walls were high and mighty, however, they were on a shaky ground. "Let's just say that avenging has been a pain in the ass lately," Natasha gave an empty smirk at both of them, not even trying bothering to explain. If the two would be smart, they'd leave her alone. "If that's the case, why don't you just do something else for change? Like, I don't know, learn how to cook or something?" The Falcon finally stretched to his full height, shrugging his shoulders, after letting out the words flow into the thin air. "You think I don't know how to cook? How cute of you, Wilson," Natasha flashed a sassy smile towards the soldier, who didn't seem to be bothered by the cocky attitude. Their banter had always been like that, acting out as a competition who could jab at the other one the hardest, and it seemed to work better than well. "I'm not just a pretty face." "Sam has a point. Maybe there is something that you like to do?" Steve butted into the conversation, getting both of their attentions quite fast. "The world has been actually quite a decent place for a change; perhaps you can take a day or two off. Just saying." Natasha was about to let out a snarky comment towards the Captain, who definitely didn't seem to take a day off, but decided to keep her mouth shut for once in her life. There was a moment where she was seriously considering to mention how her life revolved around work, just to keep them off her back, but something she had tried to keep away from her, struck her like a lightning. Maybe there was something that could help her, after all. **** The music was booming behind closed doors, multiple different sounds overlapping with each other, creating a wave of mess that was hard to listen. A faint sound of an overly positive voice was bouncing off the walls, making all the ears ring in the near mile radius, and Natasha couldn't help but to cringe as she got closer to the wooden front desk of a sleek entrance hall. All the noise in the room was overpowering, and the redhead was highly considering turning around on her heels, and walking away. Yes, she had listened to the only people she was close with, only to realise, that maybe it wasn't such a good idea after all. The morning Sam had gave her the idea, it had sounded like a good plan, but at that point, she wasn't so sure anymore.

Dancing. Red Room was known for its brutal training programme that was dedicated to shape young minds to become trainwrecks. It was all about discipline and rules, brutal force and violence, but somehow it felt like a distant home for her. Ignoring all the grim details, it was a place where she grew up to become her, even when the rest of the world would see her as a monster. One of the main programmes was dancing, which was no surprise; it was highly believed in Russia, that this form of art was one of the top levels of strong individualism, since the training was more than physically damaging. Red Room or not, most of the girls in normal dancing schools were emotionally fucked up and dropped out after a couple of years. Natasha had witnessed some of that treatment around her childhood, but nothing could ever top the way she was brought up. Regardless, she found peace in dancing. Before she had joined the Avengers team, it was the only way for her to let out some steam, alongside of fighting, to take away all the stress that was pending up deep inside of her. She loved the way her body would effortlessly find its way to form a perfect attitude terriére, or how the music would flow through her body like it was taking over every cell of her firm form. There was no pain nor suffering, just a calm mindset and happiness within. However, she wasn't sure was singing up to a dancing school actually worth it. Yes, she could've easily used the Avengers gym to train her 'rusty' moves. She was also completely aware of the fact that she indeed could've asked Tony to make her a completely space, just for the matter, but somehow she needed to feel normal. Even when she had deep scars running down her soul, especially ones that were attached to the act of art, she couldn't help but to crave normal human functions, even when pretty much the whole world knew she was nothing more than trouble. Being around other people was also a good way for her to separate her old dance training from her future; she truly hoped to get rid of all the flashbacks that were bothering her daily. The cold walls of the Avengers tower barely resembled the peeling wallpaper and the poking foundations of the place she used to call home, but the empty atmosphere was enough to send her on the edge during the darkest of hours. If she could just move on amongst everyone else, she could probably get her privacy back. "Hi, how can I help ya, miss?" The cheery voice of a service desk person was purely artificial, and Natasha wanted to scoff at the smile that was almost as tight as the girl's ponytail. However, she forced a mirroring smile on her painted lips, fingers automatically reaching for the strap of her gym bag as a habit. "I called in a couple of days before for the dance studio rental; it was supposed to be at three today. The name is Natasha," the redhead followed closely as the service person went through a thick calendar that looked like it was about to fall apart any second, thanks to all the added post-it notes and clips. It didn't take a too long for her to find the booking amongst all the mess, and Natasha was soon met with another blinding smile. "Oh, yeah! For an hour, right? Just go to the end of that hallway. Your room is number eight and the room door should be unlocked," the woman said, before continuing. "If you need any help with the audio equipment, just come here and I'll be happy to assist you!" Without saying anything further, Natasha turned around to face the corridor that service lady had pointed at, heading down the brightly lit hallway with a curious look on her face. She tried her best to map out the building, just in case of an emergency. It had became a habit for her, and no wonder, taking mind her profession. Better to be safe than sound, right? The short corridor was filled with room after another, each one having a small window to peek in, and the woman couldn't help but to curiously take a look inside of each and every one of them, while she kept her steady pace forward. It wasn't a long trip behind the door that had a big "8" painted on it, and Natasha automatically rested her hand on the handle, as her green eyes found their way to look inside of the window that was radiating with yellow light. Someone was in there. Natasha pulled out her phone with a confused look painted on her features, as she checked the clock on the bright screen. It was already past the time she was supposed to be there, and she couldn't help but to double check the number on the door -- not that it was hard to miss, anyway. Fixing her gaze back up, she tried to see anyone inside. The window was small, and it pretty much covered most of the area, so it was almost impossible to see more than just a small strip of the room. So far, no one had entered her field of vision, so she wasn't sure was it a good idea to just burst in there if someone was still finishing up their workout. Natasha herself hated to be surprised like that, and she surely wasn't going to do that to another person, at least not in a situation where that kind of an element wasn't needed. She was about to give up and go back to the reception, before something, or more likely, someone, entered her view. The urban music, that was barely audible through the door, matched her sharp and clear moves, and the flow of her body was almost intoxicating to look at. How the person carried herself exuded confidence, and there was not a single flaw in her performance. The girl on the other side of the door was skilled, and Natasha couldn't help but to feel extremely fascinated. It was a new feeling; something that she hadn't been thinking about so much before, but she couldn't help but to dwell in it. The whole situation was so weird to her, and she wasn't sure how to act. On top of her confused feelings, the redhead had no interest in the hip hop culture, not even when Sam tried his hardest to get her hyped to some old classics, but seeing the girl dance to the beat of the music that she couldn't really figure out, she regretted her past actions and kicked herself mentally. Her hand was hovering over the handle, like she wasn't sure what to do. Of course, she could've went in and mentioned how the time other girl's time was up; it would've been a completely normal thing. She had been fighting against criminals of different kinds, so acting up wasn't completely out of character for her. However somehow, entering the room seemed like a bigger task than hunting down the whole HYDRA -- but something was supposed to be done. Yes, she was an agent, but goddamn, hanging out in a corridor just staring at an unknown person was way too much, even for her. That's why she had to make a decision to push the handle down and enter the room. There was an instant welcome of heavy urban music, which made Natasha's ears ring. The heavy air, that was caused by a lot of movement was almost choking, but the redhead didn't seem to mind. Her twinkling green eyes were fixed to the person, whose back was towards the door, unaware of the situation that was unraveling behind her thanks to the loud music. She was clearly packing her stuff into a black duffle bag, almost identical to Natasha's own, and the infamous Black Widow couldn't help but to let a slight smirk rise on her lips. Suddenly the whole room went silent, as the unfamiliar person stretched to her full height, and finally turned around to face Natasha. "Shit!" You let a loud yell escape between your lips to the sight of an unfamiliar figure at the door. The jumpscare made you almost drop everything that you were holding in your hands, including the phone you had just pulled out to check the notifications. The woman at the door could do nothing else than smirk at you, and to be honest, it would've been an understatement to say that you were embarrassed. "Sorry about that," the husky voice of the newcomer sent shivers down your spine, and you really weren't sure should you be afraid or not. There was something eerily familiar with the figure and the outline of that woman's face, but you just couldn't point out who she was. "The door was unlocked, and I thought it was good to let you know the time's up." You were hyper-aware that you were late; you kind of always were. It was a bad habit, and not something you were really proud of - especially since you had classes to teach and you really didn't want to take the minutes away from your students. Time flies when you're focused, and that truly was the case that day too. On top of that, no one really tended to rent that part of the studio anyway, so you were pretty much safe being tardy for a couple of minutes. "It's okay, it's my fault anyways," you let out a huff, and even when you felt a slight heat rising on your cheeks, little did you know how that small gesture almost melted the person that was standing on the other side of the room. If there was a word for Natasha's feelings, it would've been whipped. "I probably should start carrying a watch or something," you added, shrugging your shoulders as you took a step closer to the woman, whose delicate features made you easily swoon. There was a certain cold look on her pale face, but you could see clearly how soft her gaze was, and you swore there was more to her than just the front she put. "Are you new here? I haven't seen you before, and I pretty much know everyone who hangs around the studio," there was a slight giggle that escaped between your lips, as you studied the woman, whose expression clearly didn't even flinch. You got lost in those big, emerald green, eyes that seemed to be alert in a way, but you insisted to yourself that it was a good idea to poke the sleeping bear bit more. "None of my students sneak around to scare me, so I thought I should ask." "Yeah, I've started to rent this studio for now," Natasha wasn't sure how much to reveal to the girl, but since the other person sounded eager enough, it was her time to open up a bit. For her, it almost felt like a breath of fresh air to chat normally, without having to stay on her toes, but it did take a toll on her in a way. Old habits stuck hard, and past Natasha wasn't about chatting and being fun. She meant business, but she desperately wanted to let her go, and maybe meeting new people was a good way to at least try. There was no way a stranger could be dangerous to her, especially in a place like this. Especially a girl like her. "My skills are a little rusty, so I thought about getting my game back on. It's been a while I've put on my pointe shoes," a slight smile rose on her painted lips, as she cocked her head to the side, ever so slightly. The assassin couldn't help but to keep her eyes fixed directly to the girl, taking in her beautiful features that kept on mesmerizing her. Just right before, she had been fierce and strong, but the version that was standing right in front of her at that moment was even more breathtaking. "Wait, you're a ballet dancer?" The girl questioned, raising her eyebrows so high they could've easily creeped up to her hairline. That got a giggle out of Natasha, who couldn't help but to find the gesture adorable. "I guess I am," she answered to the girl, who took a couple of quick steps, right to her face, toes close, barely touching Natasha's. The redhead almost flinched by default, ready for an attack, but she kept her cool better than expected. "You need to teach me! Most of the people in here only know modern or hip hop, and I'm so happy to find someone who is good on the classical side!" You couldn't help but to squeal, smiling so bright that you were afraid you'd look crazy in front of her. Somehow, the woman nodded collectively, a smirk on her full lips, and you felt like you had made a friend after all. "Or if you'd like, just drop by my class someday! I know, I know, hip hop dancing is mainstream and everyone does it, but if you're interested, there's always space for a one more person," the girl looked more than happy to share the invitation with Natasha, and the redhead couldn't do anything else than adore her pure intent. It had been such a long time since the assassin had witnessed anyone be so lighthearted and gleeful, that she had to wonder was it all just a good dream. Maybe she was still in her bed, dreaming about a future she couldn't have, but after considering pinching herself, she got to understand it was truly a reality for her. "I'd love to," the words escaped between Natasha's lips before she was able to catch them, and before she could even regret what she had done, the sparkling eyes of the girl caught her off guard. It was almost like a magical moment, them looking at each other, and Natasha couldn't shake off the warmth in her chest that was gradually growing and spreading across her body. Finally, after years, she felt like warmth was home. "That's glad to hear! I'll be here every day in the class next door, so pop in whenever you want to. I better get running now, so I hope to see you someday!" You felt awful having to part with your newly found relationship, but you were running late once again, and couldn't risk getting kicked out of the dancing school. It was bittersweet, but there was a hope growing inside of you that you'd meet her again. **** It took a five-day wait to meet up with the woman you had seen in your usual training hall. Yes, you clearly counted, and wished every single day that she would pop into your class to even say a simple 'hey'. Maybe it was too much from you, to act like you had actually bonded with the woman in a short span of a couple of minutes, but something inside of you told that you'd most likely would see her again. Everytime the class door would open, your eyes would shoot up to see if she would strut inside, wearing those gorgeous black training clothes she was wearing the last time you saw her, but that never happened- until one beautiful Wednesday day. She was standing in the middle of the empty training studio, hands loosely resting on her hips, green eyes searching the room like it was the eighth wonder of the world. Soft sunrays that were peeking through the light curtains bounced on her skin, making it seem like she was glowing like an angel. She was not facing you, but you could study her side profile like one would do in a museum, mapping out the details of her features. The all-black attire complimented her shape perfectly, and you couldn't help but to catch yourself staring at her with a big smile on your lips. "This room is so much better than the one that I'm using," there was a soft smirk lingering on her lips as you took a step closer, as you lowered the duffel bag on your shoulder to the ground. The redhead took a peek at you over her shoulder, finally facing you fully. There was a moment of silence, as you both just looked at each other, but to your surprise, it was comfortable and understanding. Just like it was meant to be. "Thanks. I mean, bad for you, but it's nice to hear that," you started blabbering, but the blessing laugh that was let out by the other woman was so intoxicating, that you forgot how awkward you must have looked like. "So you finally decided to pop in to learn some moves?" "No, unfortunately I have a job to do. I just thought that I should drop by to give you these headphones that I found from the corner of the room after you left last Friday," the woman said sheepishly, and you couldn't help but to feel a little disappointed. You truly had too high hopes for seeing her again, especially in your own class, but you managed to let a smile crown your lips. The woman took a step closer to you, pulling out neatly wrapped headphones from her black gym jacket, holding them out towards you. "I kind of figured they're yours. If not, then enjoy a free pair," the redhead grinned, tilting her head in an adorable manner. You grabbed them from her small hands, brushing over the soft skin, trying your hardest not to seem like a creep. She just gently smiled at you, piercing green eyes soft as ever, and you swore you could have melted right then and there under her gaze. The slight moment in between the both of you was soon to be broken by the heavy door opening right behind you. Both of you turned to look at the person who entered, who was one of your best students, whose face clearly flashed to deep red as she laid her gaze on both of you. She was seemingly confused, pacing back and forth at the door, before leaving without saying a word. The redhead gave out a slight chuckle, as she turned to look at you the last time. "I guess it's my time to go. Duty calls," those spoken words were soft, almost like a whisper in your ears, and you wanted to savor them until the end. The woman took a couple of steps closer to the door, smoothly passing you by as she went on with her saying. "Your students are starting to come in anyways." "Will I see you again?" Maybe the words you spoke out were desperate at best, and maybe you shouldn't have said them at the end of the day. However, you saw the mysterious woman hovering her hand over the handle of the door, like thinking about something, and you could feel the heartbeat in your chest grow rapidly. A moment of silence, before there was another line let out in the heavy air of the room. "Maybe." The one word was more than enough to give you hope for the upcoming. It was like a bright light that kept on giving you energy on a dark day. Maybe you were being a little way too melodramatic, but you just knew, she was going to turn your life upside down; no matter good or bad. There was no promise made, no nothing, but you felt like that one word itself was a silent way of saying how she would come around- and you were ready to give her all the time she needed. With silent smiles, you finally parted ways, and as the redhead merely had escaped the room, couple of your students bursted into your class. The whole situation was so chaotic; people talking over each other, no one making any sense whatsoever. A confused look was present on your face, as you tried to make everyone calm down and get some sense out of the people that had entered the room. It took a good while to get the people simmer down, as you turned to look at one of your students with a gaze that was more weirded out than ever. "What is going on?" A huff escaped between your lips, as you shook your head to the chaos that had already passed on. You could clearly see the teenagers in front of you looking at each other with big, almost plate-like eyes, just like they wouldn't believe what you had just said. "What?" The pressuring voice that you let out truly got their attention, and finally one of them turned to face you fully, with admiration in her voice. "Was that the Black Widow?" Oh shit.

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How Endgame Delivered on Irondad (more than it didn't)

One thing someone pointed out to me was about how Tony Stark invented time travel.

To me, it looked like Cap, Nat, and Scott walked up, Tony shooed them away, then he saw that picture of Peter and decided to give it a shot, odds be damned.

What they corrected me on was that the night we see in Endgame (the one where Tony invents it) is, in fact, the night he FINISHED. In that this particular model that Tony ran was started that night, simulated that night, and worked that night - after an unspecified amount of time in those five years where he'd been trying and trying and trying.

Tony wasn't tossing out reasons for why time travel was a dumb plan based on academic research and theory. He'd BEEN trying. Bruce's baby-Scott mistakes were the rookie, early ones that Tony was so far beyond screwing up on at that point. He'd exhausted every idea he could think of before Cap and his crew came by. The smartest (surviving) man on Earth, and the guy who'd cross off every single stupid option just in case they missed something obvious (e.g., "Why don't we just throw the Time Stone down the garbage disposal?"), had not only already thought of something as insane as 'time travel', but didn't rule it out until he was actually incapable of doing it.

Then we have Morgan. New life. This is so, so important for his relationship with Peter and whole Irondad fandom: what Tony had with Peter was an assumed and close relationship that went kind of unspoken because "Tony Stark should never be a dad" and "Peter Parker doesn't need a third one". Or whatever your particular trope is - I love 'em all, but there was always that little something that kept them from being full-on, on-screen, publically Irondad and Spider-son. And now Peter is dead. And Tony can't change that. And then - in the midst of the entire universe's grief - there's a new life: Morgan.

Morgan is Tony's blood relation and a burst of tangible hope - his 'second chance,' he says to Cap (of what, Tony? Oooooh subtle Irondad) - in the waking knowledge that he failed and he's never going to fix it.

Morgan is Tony's cue to assume that he has to move on. No more playing with time travel theories that he can't make work anyway, and even if he could (but he can't), it'd be to go back and get the kid he loves but isn't technically his 'real' son. And get this - he KNOWS that because now he has a 'real' daughter, and to erase a blood relation 'just' to save an unspoken one? That's insane. He can't logically prioritize this any differently, and his reaction to Cap suggesting time travel shows us that Tony's assuming the only way (at that point) to get Peter back is to lose Morgan. It's why he essentially says, "Yes, what happened is very sad, but this is my life now and I'm going to make the best of it. It's time to stop living in the past." It's also why Tony's so insistent on Bruce's snap bringing every back to now, instead of bringing the survivors back to then and erasing his daughter: because the other option is TO erase his biological daughter to save his unbiologicial son that he's only known for two years.

So just think of all those nights before Endgame, where Tony tried and it never worked. And then think of how much less he tried when he had Morgan. Think of how many times he told himself to stop trying, to give it up already, to realize that it would never work, and to think of how immoral and psychotic it'd be to continue trying to trade one kid for a fake one. Imagine him finally putting those plans away for last time and turning off the lights, not bothering to say his goodbyes to Peter's memory 'cause who says goodbye to a ghost that he's failed to save now twice? (And not only that, but the ghost of a kid who seems to have hit all the same Dad-mode buttons that Morgan does, proving that shit beyond a doubt.)

When Cap comes back and Tony thinks on it and Tony sees that picture of him and Peter, it isn't some dramatic and spontaneous epiphany that he can invent time travel. It's that he can save Peter AND keep Morgan. That's what changes: it's what gets him to go from, "I have my second chance," to "Just make sure you bring everybody back to THIS year." He finally has permission to go back to trying, and that renewed commitment is what gets the job done.

So now take all of this - all those messy, lost years of grief and failure and painful hope and hurt and hope and hurt - and tack it onto the ending:

Tony gets Peter back. It's a great, super Irondad moment. Tony has just done the impossible: keep his daughter, save his son. And you all saw that reunion (lmao spoilers), and you know he's an official Dad now with five years to have mulled over how much he lost when he lost his first kid, which was the second thing out of his mouth when he got back to Earth after being rescued. Everyone's going to be fine, and as soon as they kill Thanos, Tony gets to have the perfectly complete family he's always dreamed of.

And THAT'S why it's a sacrifice, not a cheap death.

Tony, a Dad who's missed his son enough to invent time travel, and who knows how much he loves his daughter to virtually let half the universe stay dead for her, allows himself to die in order to save everyone.

I went at this thinking they'd killed Tony off, like they somehow forgot there's this whole thing with Peter to get back to. But it really is the massive sacrifice they said it was. All those armies were going to wipe out the Avengers et al., then kill everyone all over again. Tony had the opportunity and no one else would've gotten another one, so - and this is key - in FULL KNOWLEDGE of what he was about to lose, he traded his life for his kids. And I am still psycho-pissed, but that's something I want to explore from Peter's POV now, because Tony went into that conscious choice at peace with it. He wasn't going to let his kids die, and that's the Irondaddest mood we could've asked for in this movie.

WITH THAT SAID, and like I said, this is something to explore from Peter's POV. Tony knows how huge this sacrifice was, but I want to experience Peter feeling absolutely cheated by this. He just got back, turns out his will-they-or-won't-they-adopt-me Father-Figure moved on to have a 'real' kid, and now Tony's dead. I want to watch him learn how much of a sacrifice Tony made to save Peter - twice. I want him to find, like, taped trials and simulation notes across years of Tony trying to bring Peter back. I want to find a message that Tony made for Peter a while ago, because not only was Peter not mentioned in Tony's funeral-vid as if he didn't actually expect that time travel to work in a way that brought Peter back but killed Tony, but there's got to have been some sad I Miss You movies like he made for Pepper up in space.

I am so gutted by Tony's death, but so much less so about it being a middle finger to Irondad. It's FULL Irondad from Tony's POV. But I need some goddamn deleted scenes of the on-screen grief and some long-term mourning from Peter so I can really feel like the story had an ending and not an abrupt cancellation.

Anyway. Let's all recover from this together before FFH.

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On the racism MJ/Zendaya (still) faces

So, it shouldn’t be too long before the new Spider-Man: Far From Home trailer gets released. Therefore I’d like to humbly try to provide help to fight the racism these ladies are victims of, by pointing out what I think are the most reccuring patterns in the commentaries MJ/Zendaya receives. This idea came to me as I remembered I had fun screen shoting messy comments at some point and keeping them in a file just in case I’d need to prove a point, and I guess this time has come

Disclaimer: Sadly, these are in no way edits. Real people, type this stuff online. I'm aware a bunch are just really dying for a redhead, fiery and all that, Mary Jane on big screen, and that a bunch are just jealous fangirls thinking they stand a chance with someone who doesn’t even know they exist, but also none of these are reasons to be borderline, or full on racist. Some usernames are masked because I thought it wasn't that deep but still dumb, some are lucky they didn't appear, and some appear because I think that if one has the nerves to make these kind of statements, probably some exposing can not hurt them

Here we go.

1. Racism:

2.  Rationalization of hatred:

NB: A spot on response to this post

I have no screen shots for this, but the reactions to MJ saying “Therefore I have value?” in the first Far From Home trailer. In which the NEXT second she says she is joking, but you know, gotta make this an issue.I read with my own two eyes that it would "put Peter in a bad mood", or "I hate how feminist she is, makes me hate her and the actress". For this latter point, notice, Brie Larson has been getting the stupidest hate for saying she wanted her press tour to not only be white as men interviewers and being a feminist

But still, let us not be delusional, this remains about race.

3. Language: Let’s see: "Gross, "ew", "too black", “woc aren’t attractive”, “sick to my stomach”, “no chemistry”, “ (bonus: letting a single character ruin your whole love for Peter…..) Oh and bad attitude” “rude as fuck”, “basic-ass negative”, “forced”, “NO Chemistry”, “she made fun of him”. I could go on but it’s not in these posts, but you get me. Like what is gross? What is the standard for chemistry? Is calling him a "loser" truly the end of the world or is it all a reach because MJ doesn't cater to hegemonic feminity, so it makes her rudw? (S/O to Brie Larson again, who is having her whole body language analyzed to prove her co stars hate her/is being compared to every actress who has played a super hero to prove that it's ok to dislike her because she is not "nice" compared to the hegemonic standard these x other actresses correspond to.) Btw, “I love Zendaya but” is a classic too, usually prefaces nonsense

4. "I love x character who is a poc/x black character so this take is invalid”. Wrong. Not being racist towards one race is not a stop from being anti black, furthermore in this case, it is not a stop from not falling into mysoginoir. Very simply, “mysoginy directed towards black womenwhere race and gender both play roles in bias.” It’s all systemic. Loving Ned doesn't prevent you from being anti black. Men are privileged over women and then it’s race coming into play, always. Zendaya/MJ is a black woman, so she is less worthy of everything, and so it makes little sense in these people’s minds that Peter would like her, let alone that he’d want to date her. Ned is a man, so he is not a threat to fangirls’ fantasies, in which you’ll also notice they treat Ned/Jacob Batalon better than MJ (well, whatever "better" is when you aren’t a skinny white boy….).

5. "Liz was better". (Very often is the pov of, wait for it, white girls (often male fans would rather not even have Spidey in a relationship all short, so yeah). Because she was a fleshed out character absolutely not solely designed as a plot device to the Toomes reveal, or because she embodied the behavior that is deemed as THE one women should have if they want a man's attention and so it is easier to project yourself into her than it is to do so with MJ? That was rhetorical. Gender socialization. Hegemonic feminity. Be white, nice, docile, so very sweet and ready to please, or you won't find a man/job! But men can be shitty and yet will be called badass or witty. Think here for a sec, how many people who dislike Michelle for being rude, are into TONY STARK/Irondad? And God knows I love Tony, but as if he is a saintl? From his pre cave antics to the way he was with Peter in Homecoming and some other stuff in between. Also, he would fucking love MJ lol? What differentiates them so much at the end of the day, from the constant sarcasm to the obvious need to hide their feelings behind it? And that she clearly loves Peter, as did Tony but it took him until Endgame to show it. What makes it ok for him to not have shown it from the jump but makes MJ undeserving of character developpement and of Peter falling in love with her in Far From Home after an obviously planned character developpement? The fact that Tony is white and male. That's it

Candice Patton/Iris in The Flash, hell, Serena Williams in tennis, are all examples of this

6. Another thing that does not appear here but that exists, related to MJ or not, is attempting to erase Zendaya’s blackness to deny these reactions could possibly be racially motivated. “She is half white”. Or whatever headass take of the likes. But we know those 50% are not the reason why she is “Not the real MJ”. So which is it? Is she too black or not white enough? The answer is: Both. And both are racist statements, period. The people saying “they should have just named her Mary Jane” are also the same who were all up Zendaya and Marvel’s ass when her casting news dropped, bet

In conclusion, racism has many more faces else than explicitly using the n word, exactly like these microgressions above

They are not ok, because they stem from systematic racism and oppression, including negative stereotyping. This idea that black women are aggressive, not desirable, and not beautiful enough etc is nothing new but it still does not make it tolerable. Nobody who is racist or using a microagression, consciously or not, will actually ever admit it when called out on it. So dare to open that can of worms if you can. And for those who have been called out, please actually listen to why this statement is being made, especially if it's by a POC. That way you should technically never face this accusation again because you'd have listened and learned, instead of not listening and learning and finding yourself getting called names every turn, because you refused the lesson you could have gotten at the last turn

Spider-Man: Far From Home comes out on July 2nd and its press tour is starting today. I'd like to encourage everyone to above all, provide Zendaya/MJ the support she is going to need online, as she will this time get more to chew in this movie than in Homecoming, and yet people will still find reasons to complain, but also to not forget to pay attention in the future, to the frequency of use of these patterns when talking about MJ/Zendaya and to not let them stop you from defending these ladies. Let Z (and Marvel too while at it) know you have their back. She is a very attuned to social media lady, she would not miss the memo, nor would Marvel

A cute edit: We love racism and disrespecting drug addicts for no reason. Carry on though, idiots

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fictober - day twelve

Prompt #10: “Listen, I can’t explain it, you’ll have to trust me.”

Fandom: Spider-Man (All Media Types/Tom Holland Films)

Warnings: Canon Character Death (mentioned)

Rating: PG

Characters: Peter Parker & May Parker, Ben Parker (mention)

Words: 3304

Author’s Note: part vi of a may & peter series, but could technically be read as a stand alone. so here we are at long last, folks: the +1 of this 5&1 series: “5 times May was there for Peter... + 1 time he was there for her.” enjoy <3

>>Forget Me Not

Depending on how it’s calculated, Peter is either sixteen or seventeen, or maybe even twenty-one, and May’s head hurts every time she thinks about it.

Everything is a lot more complicated post-Blip, actually, but May’s learned how to spin her experience to get exactly the kind of reaction she wants. 

If she’s applying for a job, in between talking about her strengths and weaknesses she peppers in details of how she’s a single parent, and how her struggle to reunite with her own kid cemented her belief in the importance of keeping families together. It’s told in a way that’s personal and yet sanitized, and it’s so neatly packaged she’s quickly hired by the Region II branch of FEMA to run charity events in the Queens area.

Donors, meanwhile, need to feel satisfied and entertained, so for them she wraps her experience under a carefully crafted veil of humor. She tells of how she went from being mistaken for a ghost to a floozy to a burglar to an actual miracle in under the space of a minute, and they laugh, and the money pours in. It’s a double win, because she believed in free housing for the homeless even before the Blip, and now the job keeps her and Peter from being homeless, too.

When Peter asks about what the Blip was really like, all she says is that she just wanted to find him. Out of all the versions she tells, this one is probably closest to the truth.

Because the truth is that in the version she dreams about, what the neighbors thought of her is the least of her concerns. One second she’s sitting in Ben’s chair, frantically skimming the news for any mention of Spider-Man, and then suddenly she’s being accosted by a family she doesn’t know in an apartment that’s no longer hers. In this one, she still doesn’t know if Peter is even on earth any more, and in this one, she’s seeing a twelve-year-old girl that was seven just minutes ago. That’s how she discovers five years have passed, and all she can think is please, please tell me I didn’t leave him here alone.

She hadn’t, and every time she wakes up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night, she thanks every deity she can think of for that.

She’s never told Peter, but another part of her Blip experience was that once she found out where Peter was and that she wouldn’t be able to go to him just yet, May had gone to Ben.

She hadn’t even bothered with the subway—which was probably wise, because her pass wouldn’t have worked anyway—and just ran all the way to the cemetery, because five years were gone and the fact that Ben was always, always fifty-one suddenly felt like a comfort instead of a curse.

Getting to the cemetery, however, made five years feel more real than even seeing the twelve-year-old had. What was normally so well kept had fallen into disrepair, overgrown and neglected, without even a single fake flower to decorate the tombstones. Worst of all had been Ben’s stone itself, which, in a particularly cruel act of vandalism, now had a large crack running down the middle.

May had dropped to her knees in a bed of clover, and cried—

and cried—

and cried.

_____________________

“What do you mean it’s gone?”

May’s phone is propped between her shoulder and her ear, and she’s working through her lunch break yet again, but she’s more than capable of taking a personal call and answering work emails at the same time.

“I’m sorry, ma’am,” the bored voice of an underpaid government agent intones. “We have no record of a vehicle matching that description under your name, and any item not found in our database was likely stolen before cataloging could occur. If you can provide proof of purchase from within six months of the Blip, we can provide financial restitution for—”

“No, no,” May begs, and she hates the way her voice cracks. “It was nearly twenty years old, it wouldn’t even be worth that much. I just want—I need my car.”

“I understand you’re upset, ma’am, but unfortunately there’s nothing I can do. If it’s not in the system and it wasn’t with the rest of the items you collected, it’s not here.”

After the snap, there had been a coordinated effort by local and state governments to collect all the possessions of the dusted, assuming there were no immediate next-of-kin to claim ownership. May and Peter had finally finished the process of filing for reclamation a week ago, and everything had been delivered to their new address—with the exception of Ben’s car.

May swallows and tells herself that she will not cry.

“Well—could I file a police report for it, maybe?” She clutches her phone tighter. “I still have the license plate numbers and I can prove it was mine, and I think I have some old photos of it?”

A long pause, and then the agent clears her throat. “Ma’am, would you like me to reroute your call to our restitution department, or will that be all?”

May closes her eyes and thinks no, no, no. But money is tight, and no matter how small of an amount it is, it’s better than nothing. So what she says is, yes, and she ignores the way the hole in her heart grows three sizes.

It’s been doing that a lot, actually, because the Blip feels like just another entry in a long list of crises in May’s life.

She wonders sometimes if she hadn’t already lost him, if the Blip would have taken Ben, too, or if he would have been left to move on without her.

She puts her headset on and stubbornly manages to avoid thinking about Ben for the rest of the day, and keeps it together even through the hours when Peter is out on patrol that night. When he comes back, whole and uninjured, she smiles and kisses him goodnight, and everything is fine.

Then she makes the tragic mistake of walking into the bedroom that still doesn’t feel like hers, and sees a single bed instead of a double. The digital alarm clock on the bedside table blinks a neon green 12:01, and she remembers:

Ben is dead.

May does not cry, because Peter is on the other side of the wall and Peter has super hearing.

She lies on the bed and doesn’t bother climbing under the covers. Instead, she stares at the ceiling and thinks three years, and then remembers three years is eight and she’s lost in a spiral of lost time and unspoken regrets.

When the clock strikes three, May is still awake, and Peter isn’t.

(May cries.)

_____________________

Some days are easier than others, and some are harder, but that’s just how grief works. It’s a little strange for May, in that she feels like she’s lost Ben all over again. Really, it’s the world that’s lost her this time around.

Peter’s… Peter’s dealing with a lot, after Tony. So May doesn’t bring up Ben, no matter how much she wants to, no matter if the anniversary is approaching or not.

It comes as a significant shock to her system, therefore, when Peter comes home from school and brings him up himself.

“So what time are we going to visit Ben tomorrow?”

The question startles May so much she loses her grip on the laundry container, and it crashes to the floor, splashing detergent liquid all over the cabinets and vinyl and the entire bottom half of May’s trousers. May swears impressively, and Peter scurries to grab the mop out of the closet.

“Where you not… planning on it?” Peter leverages the mop over the island to May, leary of stepping into the mess himself.

May takes the mop from him and a paper towel from the counter, and starts dabbing at a spot on her shirt before it can soak in. “It’s the middle of the week, Peter. You and I both have commitments.”

A frown settles into Peter’s face. “But we always go on the day—the day when—”

“No, we don’t,” May snaps, and Peter actually flinches at her tone. May immediately feels bad. “I mean—we missed five years. It’ll be fine if you miss another year.”

“…Why would I want to?”

“Listen, I can’t explain it.” May rubs at her temples in an attempt to stave off a headache. “You’ll just have to—”

“Trust me?”

May looks up at Peter in surprise.

“That’s what you’re always telling me, right? When I don’t want to do something?” Peter shrugs, running his hand through his hair a little self-consciously. “I just really think we should go.”

May crosses her arms, trying to ignore his hopeful expression. “Peter…”

There are a million and one reasons for her not to go. She doesn’t feel comfortable taking off work, but she doesn’t want to go after dark; the distance to the cemetery is twice as long as it used to be; it’s in a rough area and Peter might be a superhero but that still doesn’t mean it’s wise; she’s stressed out over a big gala they have next week; she knows Peter’s still avoiding dealing with his most recent loss, never mind past ones.

But May also knows that those are more excuses than reasons, and if she wanted to, she could definitely make it work. What’s really holding her back is the fact that she doesn’t think she can handle seeing Ben’s grave, abandoned and dilapidated—yet another reminder of how his physical presence was being erased—on the anniversary of his death, of all days.

She wonders if Peter even knows.

Peter must see something in her face that warns him he’s about to lose her, because suddenly he’s sticking to the wall and crawling over, careful to avoid the wet floor.

“Please, May?”

He’s pulled out his best puppy dog eyes, the ones he reserves for emergency situations. He knows she still hasn’t learned how to say no to them.

May sighs.

“I’ll call you when I get out of work.”

A look of sheer relief crashes over Peter, and May wonders if this wasn’t just about honoring an old tradition.

Then Peter snatches a banana from the fruit bowl with his webs, and holds it cheekily to his ear. “Lemme know when you’re ready to split!”

The tension in the room breaks, and May swats at him with the mop. “What did I tell you about using those things in the house?”

He’s Spider-Man, so she misses by a mile and he just laughs.

“I didn’t break anything this time!”

She glares at him, but can’t deny the accuracy of his statement. “Don’t you have homework to finish?”

Peter grins, knowing he’s won this battle, too, and then scuttles back to his room—banana clenched in his teeth and limbs affixed to the wall. May shakes her head and goes back to trying to mop up the spill, wondering how her nephew breaking the laws of physics had become one of the few things that still resembled her old life.

She makes it through the night without breaking down this time, and she even gets up early enough to go into work an hour early the next day.

In a frenzied state of productivity, powered by wanting to avoid thinking about anything else, she finishes everything she absolutely has to do a little before three. She’s not ready to face Peter (face Ben) yet, though, so she spends the rest of the time replying to days-old emails and rearranging the calls list until her manager all but throws her out around four.

She stands outside the building and thinks about hiding until it’s too late to go. It’d be easy enough to tell Peter she’d been held up at work—it’s certainly happened enough to be believable—but she’s spent so much time begging Peter to be honest with her, even the thought of lying feels like betrayal.

And, he’d asked her to trust him.

May takes a deep breath and calls Peter, and he picks up on the first ring.

“Is a meatball sub okay?”

It’s Peter’s voice, but the question is so unexpected May checks the number anyway.

“I mean, I could probably swing by Shahzada’s if you’d rather have a gyro or something, but Delmar’s is on the way and I’m a little late so—”

“A meatball sub is fine, Peter,” May interrupts, knowing how long the boy can monologue. “But why do I need one?”

“Because you probably skipped lunch working and I’m just always hungry.” Peter says this as simply as if he’s explaining that water is wet and the sky is blue.

He’s also right, so once again, May can’t argue. “Do you have enough to pay for them or do you need the card?”

“No, I got it. Mr. Delmar owes me a couple free ones for doing some favors. I’ll meet you at the train station on 71st in… half an hour and we can go from there?”

“Yeah,” May says, a little knot forming in her throat. 

She’ll have to pass the 107th Precinct to get there—but Peter’s on the other end. She’ll always do anything to get to her boy. 

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

Peter’s more subdued than he was last night when she finds him on the platform, but there’s a strange determination shining in his eyes. He hands her the sandwich, only a little bit squished from being in his backpack, and then they both ride the train to the stop on 69th and Metropolitan Ave.

The fence circling the cemetery is still as rusted and dilapidated looking as it was three months ago, and it doesn’t fill May with much hope.

Several of the top spikes have broken off, probably by bored teens or just the wear and tear of time, trash of every form litters the ground, and creeping ivy has wrapped its way around almost every iron post. When they reach the gate, however, May is surprised to see that its hinges have been oiled, and the weeds and garbage have been cleared away. Peter hurries in front of her to open the gate, and it swings open without a sound.

May stands frozen on the sidewalk, afraid of what she’ll find. Peter returns to her side and offers his hand.

“Just follow me,” he says, light sparkling in his eyes. “…I know the area.”

She smiles despite herself and takes his hand. As he leads her inside, she’s surprised to find that while the rest of the cemetery is still unkempt, the path that leads to the Parkers’ graves is clean, and the weeds have even been pulled up. Then Richard and Mary’s headstone and Ben’s come into view, and May can’t believe what she’s seeing.

The area around the two graves has been perfectly tended, and unlike the abandon graves around them, the flower vases have been washed of their five years of grime, and fresh flowers sit in each container.

And then there’s Ben’s headstone.

At first she thinks the crack’s been fixed completely, but when she brushes her fingertips over where it’d been, she feels the surface give just a little before springing back, and the texture is more porous than rock could ever be. She looks at Peter, and he carefully rolls up one of his sleeves, revealing the bracelet that carries his web-shooter.

“I had to tweak my normal formula to get it to stay hardened and not, you know, dissolve,” Peter says. Then he shrugs. “But I’m pretty sure it’ll hold at least until I can afford to fix it properly.”

“Peter, you—I don’t understand when you could’ve—” she cuts herself off, pure emotion threatening to take her over.

“I tested it on other stuff before putting it on Ben’s,” Peter says hurriedly, yanking his sleeve back down and suddenly looking incredibly anxious. “Unless… you don’t like it?”

She traces the scar that’d been left in her and Ben’s headstone, so painstakingly filled by her nephew. Tears spring unbidden to May’s eyes.

“It’s perfect.”

A tentative smile lights across Peter’s face, and he quietly excuses himself to go place a note in the metal box in front of his parents’ grave. It’s only then that May notices a similar chest tucked behind Ben’s, the flowers Peter had placed covering it nearly entirely. Peter notices her looking at it and carefully locks his parents’ box in place.

“I write letters to Ben sometimes, too,” Peter says, coming back over to her side.

He picks the box up and turns it over in his hands. He bites his lip, eyes not leaving the ground.

“I know you’re… worried. About Ben.”

May feels like she’s been sucker punched at Peter’s words, but tries to hide it. Judging by the way Peter’s mouth twitches, she doesn’t do it very well.

“What?”

“I mean about—about moving on without him,” Peter says.

(She’s not going to cry.)

“I know it’s not the same,” Peter continues, “but I’ve had a little experience living one life and suddenly finding yourself living another. Of having things that remind you of them disappearing, or even…” He sighs. “Even your memories of them.”

May’s heart breaks, and she places a hand on his shoulder. “Peter—”

“No, it’s okay, I’m okay.” Peter sniffs and tucks the chest under his arm. “I guess, like… Okay, so I call Mary ‘Mom,’ because she is, right? And…”

He stares down at his shoelaces. “…I call my mom ‘May,’ because she is, too.”

May swears the world stops turning.

Peter works up the courage to meet her eyes, and he smiles shyly. “I guess what I’m trying to say is, loving someone forever doesn’t mean that your part of the forever has to stop once theirs is gone—or that forever means only.”

“Oh, Peter.”

May pulls him into a hug, nose smashed into his curls and breathing in the smell of his shampoo.

(May cries, but May does not cry alone.)

She holds him tight and shakes her head in amazement, and wonders when her sixteen-seventeen-twenty-one-year-old became so wise.

Then she remembers the little boy who came into her life so many years ago, who turned soap bubbles into magical adventures, who built circuit boards out of scraps from dumpsters, who wrote letters and saved people’s cats and weeded public cemeteries, and who one time even saved the universe.

This is who he’s always been.

“Thank you, Peter.”

Peter returns the hug, and when he speaks, she hears the smile in his voice. “Love you too, May.”

After she feels like she can breathe again, Peter sits them down on the grass and, opening the chest in front of Ben’s grave, starts reading some of the goofier notes he’s written in the last few months. May laughs, and sometimes she cries, and when Peter runs out of letters he recounts some of his favourite memories of Ben instead.

They stay like that until the sun starts to set, casting a soft orange light through the trees and tinging the shadows red. May watches as Peter carefully packs everything up, adding one more note to the box from his pocket. Then he stands and offers her his hand, eyes crinkling from his smile.

“Ice cream?”

May smiles back and takes his hand, and he pulls her up with an air of ease that still amazes her. Hand in hand they walk to the gate, which Peter closes carefully, and then they leave the graveyard behind them.

She’d told him she’d always be there for him, and nothing would change that. But maybe—just maybe—she was finally starting to realize that meant he’d always be there for her, too.

Forever.

[skymoonandstardust]

Imagine Peter Parker falling in love with you, an Asgardian

You were much younger then Thor or Loki-- a  miracle princess, when none was thought to be on the horizon. 

Though of course much older then the actual years you were  the  Asgardian equivalent of a fifteen year old (looking the part too), and already skilled at all types of combat-- hand to hand, melee, long range weapons and even horse backed warfare.

which is why even  though you were so much younger you always tagged along with Thor, Loki, Sif and the warriors three on every single battle and adventure they had and why they and your parents allowed it.

They knew you were good enough. .  .

and that your back was watched enough between your two brothers and four friends.  

No one raised any complaints when you joined Thor when he went down to Midgard to stop Loki, who was wreaking havoc there.

You’d always been interested in Midgard and that was your first taste of it. . .and their first sight of you.

Before then no one had known Thor even had a sister, then after the battle of New York pictures of all the avengers were everywhere, plastered all over the news and across the entire city-- which included you.

Little did you know there was a small boy named Peter Parker in Queens who was glued, soaking up every picture and bit of information he could about each and everyone of your team. . . especially about you the famous sister of thor

he’ d only been interested in Thor since that first sighting of him in the new Mexico Town . . . and now that you were on the scene that interest naturally shifted to include you to. 

He was smitten. 

. . . but Peter just assumed it was a stupid kid crush that would pass in time or like those infatuations people get with celebrities; short and never likely to happen or turn out to be anything.

Not like he was going to ever meet you. 

Except he would because a few years later a spider bite would make sure of it. 

Neither of you knew that though of course, he just kept living his life a bit happy a bit sad while you kept living yours on asgard, a bit happy and a bit sad too.

While he had to deal with the loss of his uncle ben and supporting Aunt May as much as possible you had to deal with the loss of your mother, Frigga, then put that aside as best you could to help loki and thor save Jane, destroy the dark elves and save Asgard (and the eight other realms too-- no big deal)

You did it but it came at another loss. . .the loss of your brother Loki. Like Thor you cared about him even after everything he’d done and especially  coming on the heels of your mother’s passing his death hurt you (for the second time)

After that Thor left asgard, supposedly to go back to Midgard and jane

though you were sad to see him go you were glad he was going to be happy so after bidding him goodbye you watched him leave. . . as heartbroken as it made you.

Being the only heir meant that a lot of the old duties-- and all the attention--  that had once been taken care of by your brothers now fell to you.  You were just glad you didn't have to do everything since your father was still alive and ruling.  though he was . .  different then he used to be and you had your suspicions about that. 

Suspicions or not when word reached you via Hiemdal of divisions on Midgard, that things were gathering for the avengers to fight against themselves you knew you had to go and help. for yourself, for them and for Thor since you knew it's what he would do, if he could.

There was no way he would allow the avengers to fall to chaos so and there was no way you would either so you armed yourself, got permission from odin who granted it a bit too eagerly and left. 

Heimdal dropped you right in front of Avengers towers and you strode in unchallenged to find pretty much all of them there arguing over a piece of paper. 

It didn't take long before you were caught up and understood the situation. Stark thought the avengers shouldn't be unsupervised ,that they should be regulated by the government-- and half the team had rallied around him while Steve believed that the avengers should remain as they were -- and the other half of the team had taken his side

You tried your best to try to stem the situation and avoid any arguing and conflict. . .. but somehow before you even knew how it had happened the lines had been drawn, war was declared. . .and you found yourself standing on Steve's side of it. 

Oh well.

There were bigger bilgesnipe to face because soon enough You, Sam and Steve heard from Bucky about the other winter soldiers and the imminent civil war was put on the back burner. You all knew that stopping Zemo and keeping the soldiers form being unleashed on the world was more important then that.   

So all of you headed on your way to the airport to get a ride and started the wheels in motion to recruit a few more heroes to your side.

Meanwhile Tony was doing some recruiting himself and Peter Parker’  life was being turned upside down for the fourth time in his short years.

Needless to say he was stoked . . .especially after he found out you would be there when Happy let it slip after one of Peters 1,152 questions ( yes, he did keep count.) 

But who could blame the boy? He was only having the dream of a lifetime come true. . .especially meeting the asgardian princess. Like I said , this boy has been crushing you hard-- for years now.   

And now he’s getting a chance to actually meet you, when he never thought he would? 

yeah.

He’s over the moon.

So obviously that means he bothers and pesters Happy with his questions and enthusiasm even more and that he’s even more excited for the next day.  

You? You’re preparing with team cap, getting ready fight, of course, not knowing about the boy who’s so looking forward to meeting you

Totally gushes into his video camera about you as soon as you show up with the rest of Team Cap when he’s recording the film right before the battle starts.

When he flips in Peter absolutely says hello to you and nearly has a fanboy attack right then before tony interrupts and the fighting gets underway. You like him the second he jumps onto the scene and are definitely interested in this happy, bright, enthusiastic young warrior/hero like you -- though you're also a little confused and surprised (but you've got to admit to being pleased too) when he singles you out for a hello and gushes shortly about you before Stark cuts him off.

That definitely throws of your ready to fight mojo a bit.

stupid intriguing spider boy-- catching you off guard and making you want to throw the fight. 

Even when the fighting stars Peter doesn't; even  think of going after you-- in fact he tries to stay out of your way as much as possible just because he doesn't want to have to hurt  you . .. or say or do something embarrassing in front of you.  and truthfully you’re trying to stay out of his way a bit too. After all that you don’t really want to fight him. . . but you will, and you’ll fight the rest of them too because it's needed.

When Spider-Man gets hit and taken out of the fight, for a crazy moment you want to dash away from where you’re fighting T’challa and go check on him but you force yourself not to.

I mean why would you? he’s on the opposite side. the wrong side whether he knows it or not-- and you’ve only just met this boy. how could you get so attached in basically a minute that you'd want to put aside the battle, the war and your side to go check on him?

oh yeah, cause it's Peter Benjamin Parker and we all pretty much fell in love with him in two seconds flat

Next thing you know Steve and Bucky have gotten away in a quinjet and the rest of your team are under arrest. . .except for you apparently because Tony somehow convinced  Ross that as a princess of Asgard you weren't really under their jurisdiction and to send you home.

Sent home you are with only a minor slap of the wrist and nothing else, left to spend your days however you can, left to think about all your friends and comrades in jail, the success of Bucky and Steve’s mission. . .and most of all you’re left to think of that Spider-Man.

Which you do.

a lot.

. . .more then you probably should.  

Even though you’re forbidden to go to Midgard now until odin allows it's not long before the itch to go overtakes you; to go so you can see your friends you tell your self, and find out what happened. 

But it's more then half because you want to see that  Spider-Man again.

Peter himself, can’ t stop thinking about you or that day in the german airport when he finally met you for the first time. it was hard for him to keep that from ned and as soon as his guy in the chair learned about his secret identity peter told him all about it

Ned asked a million questions too of course-- but not before starting it all off by whisper yelling “No way, you met that asgardian princess-- your dream girl? the one you’ve had a crush on for forever?”

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Marvel girls:  @l4life @thomashiddlestonloveloki  @coltcas  @padfootsiriusorionblackthethird @escapingthoughtsandsecrets

  Spiderman/Peter Parker: @lets-imagine-fanfics @l4life @tomxhotland @lucypcvensie @internetgremlin @meanwhile-in-other-worlds  @cutie1365 @petah-parkah-and-potahtas

[rantsaboutsuperheroes-blog]

The Problem with Spider-Man

Despite Marvel’s success in bringing Iron Man, Captain America, and the rest of the Avengers to a much wider audience than ever before, the company’s most profitable hero by far continues to be Spider-Man. The character was absent for the first three phases of the Marvel Cinematic Universe (instead having his own movie series starring Andrew Garfield), yet he took in quite literally three times as much profit as the entirety of the Avengers team, all of whom have had recent solo outings and merchandising lines. Of course, that only seems absurd if you ignore the past 50 years of mainstream exposure Peter Parker and his alter ego have gotten. He’s reached a level of ubiquity only matched by DC’s marquee superheroes, Superman and Batman. Hundreds of thousands of comics all over the world, cartoons, movies, even the occasional stab at a live-action TV show (Thank you, Japan) have acquainted every continent in the world with Spider-Man.

So, Spider-Man’s absurdly popular. There’s always going to be money made on Spider-Man merchandise. That’s a given. But the sales and popularity of his ongoing comic series have not always been as rocksteady. In recent years, sales of the main Amazing Spider-Man title have been declining. Since the comic’s 2015 relaunch (as part of Marvel’s increasingly desperate rounds of biannual relaunches ever since “Marvel Now!” back in 2012) sales have declined by a little over 50%, dipping as low as 72% in late 2016. Other entries in the Spider-Man publishing line such as Spider-Man (Miles Morales), Spider-Gwen, Spider-Woman, and Venom have also suffered sales slumps. So, why is this happening? Because if Spider-Man, Marvel’s most lucrative character by far can’t sell issues, the rest of Marvel’s publishing line is probably in similar trouble. And, unfortunately, it is. But while Marvel does have massive problems regarding its current direction for its characters, Spider-Man and his supporting cast pose a separate, but equally difficult problem.

Teenage superheroes might seem like a common enough concept idea by this point, but it’s important to remember just how instrumental the story of Peter Parker is to the creation of practically every superhero that came after him. More than any other superhero that came before him, Peter was relatable. He wasn’t a super-strong alien or billionaire playboy, he was nerdy teenager. He got picked on, girls ignored him, his family wasn’t that well off, and he didn’t have a dazzling personality or anything. In fact, he was kind of an asshole. Even after he got his powers and learned his lesson about the relationship between Great Power and Great Responsibility, Peter continued to act like a stupid teenager, both without and without the mask. Which, once again, is incredibly relatable to teenagers and young adults such as myself. But what really set Spider-Man’s story apart from other superheroes at the time was the fact that he got older. He graduated high school and went to college. His longtime girlfriend Gwen Stacy was killed. He graduated college. He eventually got married to Mary Jane Watson. Sure, the rest of the Marvel Universe progressed with him in some ways, but remained static in so many others. It’s incredibly hard to replicate the anxieties and heartaches and triumphs that a person experiences when they’re becoming an adult. There’s no other period of our lives quite like it (said the 22-year old college student). But the thing about becoming an adult is, you can’t really ever be a teenager again. I’m not saying this like it’s a bad thing, being a teenager is a pretty shit deal most of the time.

The reason I bring this up is simple: Spider-Man graduated college and got married, but ever since the 2007 Spider-Man event “One More Day”, the character feels like he’s regressed back to his teenage personality and supporting cast. Marvel referred to the status quo following this shift “Brand New Day”. For those of you who know what One More Day is, you can probably guess the direction this rant will be taking. For those who don’t, let me give you the high concept: Peter and Mary Jane sells their marriage to Satan (or at least Marvel’s resident Satan stand-in, Mephisto) in order to save his dying Aunt May. If you think that sounds unbelievably stupid, you’re not alone. If you’re wondering just how the hell a storyline like that could be proposed by a writer and not instantly shot down by the editorial, it’s because the writer of the AMS series at the time, J. Michael Straczynski didn’t suggest it. Instead, the edict came down from on high, sprung from the mind of Marvel’s Editor-in-Chief at the time, Joe Quesada. But why would he want to do something like that? Why set back the company’s marquee character’s personal progression by over 20 years? And in a literal Deal with the Devil no less? Mr. Quesada’s reasoning can be summed up in two statements:

“If I’m going to live by the theory that I’ve always believed in –that a Peter being single is an intrinsic part of the very foundation of the world of Spider-Man — then the same can be said about mechanical webshooters vs. organic.”

“If we keep Spidey rejuvenated and relatable to fans on the horizon, we can manage to do that and still keep him enjoyable to those that have been following his adventures for years. Will everyone be happy with the decision? No, of course not, but that’s what makes it a horserace. At the end of the day, my job is to keep these characters fresh and ready for every fan that walks through the door, while also planning for the future and hopefully an even larger fan base.”

Now, I’m going to say right now that I am mostly of the opinion that the above statements are bullshit. But there is a logic to them that is also hard to deny. Well, at the time that is. After all, it is true that the character doesn’t belong to any one generation. Younger fans should have an access point to these characters that isn’t guarded by 500 issues of required reading. I absolutely agree with that sentiment. In fact, I would assert that in some regards One More Day and the subsequent Brand New Day status quo did help breathe some fresh air into Spider-Man’s corner of the Marvel universe. It is wackier, there is more outlandish stuff happening, and yes, there have been some damn fine stories that have come out of this direction. But I also think that by going in this new direction, Marvel editorial erased something much more valuable from Spider-Man: a feeling of growth and change and investment to see how Peter Parker’s life plays out. But luckily for Marvel, there’s a way they can have their cake and eat it too: legacy characters. Namely, a kid by the name of Miles Morales.

For those of you unacquainted, Miles Morales is the current star of the adjectiveless Spider-Man series written by Brian Michael Bendis. Originally starting off in the Ultimate Universe (an attempt at creating an edgy, youthful universe to counteract exactly what Quesada was talking about), Miles made the transition to the mainstream Marvel Universe to interact with the rest of the company’s stable of characters. So herein lies the problem: Miles Morales exists as a successor to the mantle of Spider-Man, and to recreate the teenaged high-school feel of the original AMS issues written by Stan Lee and Steve Ditko. That’s well and fine, except Peter’s entire status quo over the past ten years has been an attempt to do exactly the same thing. They’re trying to occupy the same niche, and as a result neither of them are fitting in well. Peter, like Miles, is perpetually single with relationships and love interests only really teased at, or existing as short term relationships at most. They try their best to keep their secret identities hidden from their loved ones. Of course, there are obvious differences. Miles is a high schooler, Peter is currently the CEO of his own megacorporation, Parker Industries.

You might think that sounds like character progression. Rest assured, it’s not. Peter is now an emotionally stunted manchild, but also a cut-rate Tony Stark. Unfortunately, lampshading that fact within the series itself did nothing to make the new status quo feel organic or even interesting. He’s had the company for less than a year and the tie-in to the next big Marvel event, Secret Empire, will see it all get torn down around his ears, returning Peter to his more well-known status quo of a single guy down on his luck.

So, my solution to this problem is actually very simple: Marvel needs to revisit the One More Day storyline in an arc written to undo the changes brought about by the event. Peter and Mary Jane’s marriage should be restored, Aunt May should either be allowed to die like the original storyline tried to avert or have her knowledge of Peter’s identity returned to her to more accurately recreate the status quo the character had before One More Day. Let Miles be the down-on-his-luck teenager that has to go through all the trials and tribulations of getting older. Let Peter be the adult that’s already gone through all of that, and deals with his own adult problems. Because ultimately, Spider-Man isn’t a story about being a teenager. It’s a story about growing up. And Peter, like it or not, has already grown up. There’s no point in trying to reset his characterization to his teenage self when there’s a teenage character ready and willing to take over that mantle. All that keeping the current narrative direction will do is push Miles further and further into irrelevance, and keep Peter from actually changing and evolving as a character. And frankly, neither Spider-Man deserves that fate.

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Step 1: Civil War II

The first move into this new universe was a strange choice by Marvel, choosing to capitalize on the new movie and launch a new series of comics about a new Civil War. After a reboot. Just jump straight into a massive conflict between superheroes. Instead of just letting the heroes get accustomed to the new world. Alright this is going to take some work. 

So Civil War II starts off confusing enough - by introducing a Inhuman who can see the future, Ulysses, which causes a dispute among the Avengers.

Except that doesn’t make sense. There are a dozen other Marvel characters who can see the future and do much more, characters like Jean Gray. Ulysses also isn’t that interesting of a character and is treated as more of a plot device than a character. 

So here is my revised version of Civil War II, our first jump into this new universe after Secret Wars annihilated the Marvel Universe.

First things first, replace Ulysses with the aforementioned Jean Gray. Jean Gray is a compelling, interesting character who is familiar to old readers but also can serve as a good intro character for new readers. Jean Gray can see the future but also has telekinesis, levitation, and most importantly, a connection to the Phoenix Force.

The Phoenix Force is important to the Marvel Universe in a handful of ways, but right now will be pivotal due to it’s job in maintaining the natural order of things. Now that I have proposed the first fixes, let’s head into the new edited story.

We open with Jean running through a forest, pursued by shadowy figures. As she continues to run the figures end up catching up to her and knocking her down. As she looks up, she sees that the mysterious figures are the Inhuman Royal Family: Black Bolt, Medusa, Gorgon, Crystal, etc. As Black Bolt approaches, his mouth begins to open, ready to land a killing blow as Captain Marvel descends from the sky in front of Jean. 

It’s at this moment that Jean wakes up in her bed and realizes this was a dream, or was it a vision? 

Cut to the Avengers HQ, where Iron Man is working on some new tech like usual. As he is working, Spider-Man crawls into his lab to alert him that there’s a visitor, but not before joking around and annoying Tony. Tony heads out to see who this visitor is and ends up finding Captain Marvel, back from her most recent exploits in space along with the Guardians of the Galaxy, or at least Star Lord, Kitty Pryde, Drax, and Rocket Raccoon. 

The group of cosmic voyagers call for an emergency meeting among the Avengers and gives them the rundown: the Phoenix Force has been much more active recently, has wiped out dozens of “unnatural” planets, and seems to be heading towards Earth. Star Lord cranks out some lore, explains the Phoenix Force to the Avengers (Giant cosmic force meant to uphold balance) and how it is always connected to somebody on Earth. Of course, the Avengers make it their job to find whoever the Phoenix is connected too.

Cut back to Jean Gray, living her every day life (in this version she is NOT yet an X-Men, in fact she is not certain over her own abilities yet) but as she continues day to day, these “dreams” become more and more frequent. These “dreams” include visions of the Hulk slaughtering the Avengers, a new black-suited spiderman, Captain America dropping to his knees and kneeling to a hidden figure, a great burning bird, and lastly a strange man wearing a visor clutching a hidden body, a great beam of light being shot from his eyes. 

She cannot get this man out of her head, but also begins displaying strange abilities like making regular objects move with her mind. As she continues through daily life, she sees a strange figure in the shadows while heading back to her apartment. This figure seems vaguely similar to one of the figures she saw pursuing her in the forest. She begins to run to her apartment before locking the door behind her once she’s in.

She turns around to find Iron Man sitting in front of her, drinking a cup of coffee, with Captain Marvel standing next to him. The two explain what’s happening, that they believe she is a mutant, and has a connection to the Phoenix Force. 

Of course she has no idea what that means. They convince her to come with them to the Avengers HQ, but as she is being led there, she has a new vision: a strange purple humanoid beaming to Earth wearing a golden gauntlet. This drives Captain Marvel into a frenzy, “He isn’t supposed to be here” she says. Iron Man and Jean are equally confused (remember this is a reboot). Captain Marvel rushes them to the HQ before asking Jean where she saw this being and when did she think he would arrive.

Based off all signs in the vision, Jean concludes that “Probably any minute from now, in what seemed like... Germany?”. Captain Marvel then rushes in with the Guardians, explains that they have to head there immediately with Jean. The group heads out and as they approach, Jean gets a surge inside her mind telling her where there target is. They soon find him:

Thanos with an empty Infinity Gauntlet. 

Thanos of course begins a classic villain monologue but something is off about it. He tells them “You have the wrong person. I’m here to stop somebody from using the cosmic cube for worst intentions than my own”.

They don’t believe him. They begin to fight the Mad Titan but at a cost. By the end of the fight, Star Lord is struck by one of Thanos’s punches, delivering a fatal blow. 

(Star Lord was chosen because first of all, who cried over War Machine, second of all, a first time reader probably knows Star Lord due to Chris Pratt’s amazing job, and third of all, instead of having War Machine cause She-Hulk’s death through what might be the stupidest and most inaccurate comic death, Star Lord will die in a legitimate way with enough emotional baggage that it would feel like two characters died. It also helps set up future comic arcs without actually being like HEY LOOK WHAT WE SET UP)

Thanos is defeated, the Mad Titan warps off of Earth, and the remaining members of the team rush back to Avengers HQ to try and save a dying Star Lord. Cue sad scenes of Kitty crying over her dying husband and the Guardians trying their best to save him. 

Star Lord dies that night. The Guardians refuse to support Captain Marvel and Jean, believing that its their fault Peter is dead. Iron Man begins to speak out over abusing Jean’s power. Things begin to heat up among the Avengers, some thinking they should use Jean’s power to try and prevent crime but others supporting Iron Man’s belief that a criminal is only a criminal once the crime is committed. 

Jean decides to tell the Avengers about the rest of her “dreams”, but the one that sticks with the Avengers the most is her vision over the Hulk. Iron Man and a small group of heroes that support his side quickly set out to confront Bruce Banner, the man once known as The Incredible Hulk that has fled into solitude. Captain Marvel and her followers chase after Iron Man. 

Jean Gray is left alone at Avengers HQ, overcome with worry and anxiety. The only person who didn’t head off with either side, besides Jean, is the mourning Kitty Pryde. The two begin to bond, which helps Kitty calm down. Kitty tells Jean about the X-Men, a team of heroes with powers and abilities like hers, and how Kitty used to be a member before joining the Guardians. The birth of a friendship.

Meanwhile in Oregon, Bruce Banner is living his life in peace when he is confronted by Tony Stark and his followers. Then, Captain Marvel and her followers soon arrive. The two sides begin to argue once again before a startling event occurs:

Bruce Banner is struck by a single arrow and falls to his knees, letting out one last breath, a sigh of relief, before dying in front of both sides. Than out of the woods walks Banner’s killer, Hawkeye, an ex-Avenger renowned for his loyalty. Hawkeye lets himself be captured, arrested, and tried in court for Banner’s death, but reveals that Banner told him that if he was to be confronted by any super again, to either become a hero again or otherwise, that Banner wanted Hawkeye to kill him using a special arrow tip designed to kill him. 

Hawkeye is charged with murder and sent to a prison designed for super’s, which means Hawkeye, a powerless hero, is sent face to face with many of the villains he helped turn in. Of course, the villains assault him and Hawkeye is beaten into comatose. Of course this doesn’t happen in a matter of a few days, but rather over a stretch of time. During the events of the trial, other comic arcs could fit such as Inhumans vs X-Men or whatever other Superhero vs Superhero event Marvel has planned next.

During this stretch of time, Jean’s relationship with a handful of characters is rather shaky, except for Kitty Pryde who she has become close friends with. Iron Man and Captain Marvel visit Jean from time to time, hoping to learn of new visions. Jean has become to just keep the visions to herself, afraid of what will happen next because of what she sees.

However, she decides to tell Kitty about the vision of the strange man firing a beam from his eyes. Kitty of course tells her that that sounds an awful lot like Cyclops, the former leader of the X-Men gone rogue. The X-Men continue to interest Jean more and more. 

Eventually the news of Hawkeyes beating comes out, and the Avengers begin to blame Jean for all this bad news. First Star Lord died, then Hulk, now Hawkeye of all people in a coma? Captain Marvel remains staunch in her position, believing that its for the greater good if they continue to use her to foresee events. Iron Man wants to stop Captain Marvel and accuses her of viewing Jean as property instead of an actual person. Tensions get heated and at this moment, Jean gets a new vision: Iron Man and Captain Marvel duking it out in the remains of some big city. Jean is deeply troubled by this, but decides not to mention it. In her eyes, it could only make things worse.

The argument between Captain Marvel and Iron Man continues to spike, anger rises, and soon enough, punches are thrown and the battle begins. The two sides begin to fight, people die, thousands of dollars of property damage. Jean and Kitty head out to try and stop the fighting, but soon enough the fight finds its way across the Hudson, bringing the fight from New York now to New Jersey. Heroes are knocked out or flat out killed until finally, its left to just Captain Marvel and Iron Man duking it out like the vision foretold. 

The important part of this battle is that the reader does not get to see the bombastic epic action. Nuh uh. They see the after effect, the carnage, the remnants, the destroyed buildings and hurt civilians. This battle is through the eyes of Jean and Kitty as they make their way across the scene, watching the fight unfold or at least the back end until eventually they reach the climax of just Captain Marvel and Iron Man.

Jean and Kitty try to persuade the two to stop fighting but Captain Marvel lands one pivotal punch against Iron Man’s chest, seemingly killing him. Jean Gray is deeply affected by Tony’s apparent death, and is shaken by all of this violence.

The Civil War is over, Captain Marvel won and now leads Earth’s heroes against threats. However, the Guardians of the Galaxy are left leaderless, tensions between mutants and inhumans begin to rise, somebody apparently has their hands on the cosmic cube, and the phoenix force is still on the way.

And this is how I’d handle Civil War II.

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