#aunt may x peter

[rainydayathogwarts]

Bed side drawer - Peter Parker

summary: when Tony finds a box of condoms in Peter's bed side drawer, he doesn't expect Peter's girlfriend to walk into the room, causing an awkward interaction. a/n: my toxic trait is that i always imagine tasm!peter even tho it's in the avengers universe 0.6k wc

When Peter walks into his bedroom, the first thing his eyes lay on is the box of condoms in his mentor's hand. Tony Stark smirks from where he sits on his mentee's bed, drinking the cup of coffee Aunt May had so graciously prepared him. Peter's eyes go wide, flickering between his open bed side drawer and his mentor, and he dives across the room to get the box from him. Peter nearly hits his head against the wall when Tony tosses the box in the air, catching it in his hand when it falls down again. Peter's face flushes red as he scrambles back up, straightening his bed sheets where he haphazardly landed on them, mouth gaping open. Peter can hear you laughing with his Aunt May in the living room about another one of May's stories. She always had to tell you about the stories of how smitten he was with you, an attempt for your relationship to last forever. He needs to get that box before you walk in because that was not the situation he imagined you'd meet Mr. Stark in. He refused to let it happen.

Peter tilts his head to the side with desperate eyes, begging "Please give me those Mr. Stark." Tony grins teasingly, saying "You know these only work when there are two people involved, right?" Peter doesn't have time to react before the door to his room opens again and you walk in, saying something about the story Aunt May had told you before your eyes land on the older man in the room, prompting you to go silent. Oh no, Peter thinks. Tony quickly's eyes quickly scan you where you awkwardly stand in the doorway, and the obvious mortification that settles on your face at the realisation of who he is.

"Oh."

"Oh." Tony's tone is suggestive, and completely different from yours. He stands up from Peter's bed, slowly making his way across the room to you. His eyes flicker between you and Peter, the box of condoms still in his hands as you shoot a hand out in front of you, smiling nervously and saying "Hi, I'm y/n." in a lowsy attempt to ignore the box laying in the man's hand, eyes glancing down to it a couple of times. Tony shakes your hand, introducing himself, before asking "And who might you be y/n?" Gulping, you glance between your boyfriend, whose face has flushed a dark shade of red, and the avenger standing in front of you. "I'm Peter's girlfriend." You state, eyes widening as Tony puts the box of condoms in your hand.

"There are two people involved then..." You hear him mutter under his breath, but it's nothing as embarrassing as Aunt May walking into the busy room and observing the situation, attention immediately caught by the box of condoms that you throw at your boyfriend in a panic. The box hits Peter's chest and falls on the floor, and neither of you make a move to pick it up whilst you smile awkwardly at May, who follows Tony out of the room. You huff when they walk out, turning around to dig your head into Peter's chest in humiliation. Your boyfriend hugs you close, rubbing a hand on your back, and he's happy you can't hear Tony say "That girl seems too sweet to be having sex with your nephew." or his Aunt May's scoff of "Yeah until you come back home after a night with your friends and hear everything through those walls. She really knows how to talk dirty."

[voiider]

Okay alright I'm tired of giving more children to Bruce Wayne I think we need to start taking some away 

Tim getting kidnapped (but in a way they don't announce Tim Drake-Wayne as missing??) and is given Something that induces amnesia but he escapes or maybe just literally wanders away but like he's in the middle of Ohio and he's walking down the road unsure of his own name or where he is and a weird looking camper pills over and a large man leans out the window and says “you doing alright there, sonny?” 

And he doesn't really know so he sorta shrugs so they pick him up and the man introduces himself as Jack and this is his wife Maddie and their two kids Danny and Jazz and they're just heading back from a camping trip and they can take him into town (Amity?) and take him down to the station and help him get things figured out 

The police take his picture and upload it to a “found” database or smth but there's no active or recent cases in Ohio for missing persons (or teenagers) matching his description 

(But also, Amity is pretty disconnected from the rest of the world digitally. They mind their business. Sure they run this boy's face in the newspaper and let the neighboring precincts about him but there's not much more they can do until this kid gets some memories back)

So he goes to stay with Jack and Maddie (idk how i don’t care about LAWS) while they wait to see if they get any hits or until he gets some memories back and they register him under Alvin (“hmm maybe... Tom? No, definitely not. Caroline? Alvin? That sounds the best I guess”) Fenton at the local high school so he can keep getting an education (and Alvin isn’t sure why, but this sort of feels like a waste of time, he already knows all this math stuff and why would he want to read Of Mice and Men he’s pretty sure someone told him John Steinbeck was a hack. Or maybe not. He can’t remember) but it’s simple enough and he likes the Fentons even if they keep trying to convince him ghosts are real 

And maybe they are. Actually. Real that is. He saw one the other day and had to double check if knowing ghosts were real is a common knowledge thing that he forgot of if he never knew in the first place. Jazz tells him that ghosts are pretty much an Amity specific thing but that they appear other places and then Jack and Maddie set him down and give him the entire history of ghosts that night and then show him their lab which is pretty cool

And maybe he accidentally suplexed someone who startled him in the halls on his first day and also fell asleep in science,but give him a break! he’s going through a lot right now

But his new brother roommate friend? Is helping him adjust at school by telling him who to avoid and what not to eat from the cafeteria and Jazz is in most of his classes but also he’s not sure why they’re trying to act all sneaky about this Inviso-Bill/vigilante situation because like. That’s clearly just Danny with white hair? He looks the exact same? Also he literally saw Danny walk through the bathroom door last week if it wasn’t obvious enough.

So Tim really isn’t expecting Danny to be surprised that he picked up a thermos that Phantom dropped when he and his friends ran off to fight another ghost

[creative-caramel-coffee]

The Spiders Sister - Chapter 1

Summary: Reader gets caught hiding out in the avengers tower. In the end it turns out for the best.

TW: non-sexual nudity, illness, fainting, swearing

Words: 4.1K

A/n: Super long first chapter

маленький паук – Little Spider

It defiantly wasn’t part of your life plan to be living with your bother again in your adulthood.

You had spent an excellent few months on your own having finally moved out of May Parker’s apartment, it had been perfect. Well … as perfect as life could be for a parker.

Then … you guessed it … parker luck struck again. There was a huge fight, one you had been itching to join but your brother, peter parker, had it covered. And since nobody knew that you sometimes wore the spider-man suit when peter wasn’t able to, it would all be over if two Spider-Man’s ended up fighting some of the weird aliens that had invaded New York.

You see, you and your brother had more in common than most siblings did. Peter parker had been bitten by a radioactive spider on a school trip as was known to a few people. But, at the same time, you had been eighteen and chaperoning the field trip.

When peter had snuck off to the side you had gone after him. When he was bitten, so were you.

But for now, you had decided to try and stay away from the superhero lifestyle. But when the itch came, peter lent you his suit so you could scratch it.

You had helped him refine his web-fluid and had your own web shooters as well as one of his old suits just in case. May knew about you and peter after finding out a while ago. However, peter and you had kept everything about your existence from the avengers so you could live a semi-normal life. At least for now.

But the day the avengers were fighting off the aliens, New York had taken some heavy damage. You had been running a small illustration business out of your apartment in queens. Your apartment … which was now levelled in the fight was gone. Along with your business.

Since you had moved out young, May only had one spare bedroom in her apartment which peter was occupying. Leaving the Parker’s with one option.

As peter had a room in the avenger's tower, you could stay there or with aunt may. Peter being Peter didn’t want to ask tony if he could stay in the tower for the unforeseeable future without arousing questions. So, you had been secretly living in the tower for about three days now.

Peter brought you food and had bribed Jarvis to keep your existence a secret. You had his old suit if you wanted to leave the tower, you could swing away instead of walking through the building and getting caught.

It was a pretty solid plan and it had been working pretty well. Until the day you got sick.

Peters' bedroom in the tower was on the floor with the other avengers, meaning you had to be somewhat quiet so Natasha, clint or the others didn’t find you. But it had begun to get colder out, and Peters old suit didn’t have a heater. It had been made before tony had found out spiders, including peter and yourself, can't thermoregulate. And swinging around New York without a heater in the nippy winter air had left you with a pretty nasty cold.

Unlike peter your powers didn’t give you super healing. In fact, your powers differed from peters in more ways than one. For one thing you had small fangs which you could retract, they didn’t do much, but they were cool, and peter was mildly jealous. Another thing was you had taken on aspects of jumping spiders as you could jump higher due to your super strength and some weird spider quality peter lacked.

Like peter the bit had given your excellent eyesight, increased metabolism, a lack of thermoregulation, the weird sticky thing, the spider sense and super strength and the allergy to peppermint. But due to sharing the suit anytime you went out as “Spider-Man” you had to refrain from using your own unique powers, so you didn’t give anything away.

The thermoregulating thing may have finally come back to bite you now that you were in peters old suit. After taking one of his patrols for him so he could finish his assignment and you could get out of his room in the tower, the cold had made you sick. Heres the thing about having a high metabolism when you don’t have an increased healing factor. It went one of two ways. Either you had flash colds which were taken care of quickly and at a much faster rate than the average human, or if it was stronger than your immune system, it was quickly made into a bigger problem than it should have been due to your body processing things faster and speeding up its strength.

Anytime this had happened in the past, due to not being able to go to a regular hospital, you had thanked the gods for May choosing a career in nursing. Though she had been able to treat you superficially with regular medicine and not anything made for super soldiers or spiders as that was a Bruce banner specialty that was unique to the tower's med bay. So, you often just had to ride it out and if things got really bad, peter would try and smuggle you some of his medicine out of the tower for you.

So, this is where you ended up. Curled up in Peters bed in the tower, stifling rough sounding coughs into his pillow and making a mental note to wash his sheets soon. You were doing your best to remain quiet and not alert either of the super spies to your presence or any of the other avengers. You thanked Thor that only you and peter had super hearing which meant you could usually tell if someone was in the halls.

Feeling miserable you buried yourself further into the sheets and shivered, it was so cold but in reality, you probably had a high fever. Your lungs let out a wheezing noise whenever you exhaled, and you were beginning to think maybe your asthma was back. Unlike peter you had not been so lucky as to have had it cured by the bite.

Your asthma puffer was one of the few things that survived your apartment being destroyed. As you laid in bed feeling awful you thought back to that day.

You thanked the gods you had been out at the time. You had gone to a coffee shop downtown with your sketchbook, laptop and usual things you took out, including a range of art supplies and of course your emergency puffer which peter had managed to smuggle out which had doses that worked with your metabolism.

You were broken from your daydreams as another harsh coughing fit wracked your body. From what you could hear nobody was in the halls, but you did your best to keep quiet regardless. The wheezing that trailed after each breath was getting worse and your lungs were feeling tight.

You had been trying to use the puffer sparingly so it didn’t run out because you didn’t know if and or when peter could get you another. But as drawing breath grew harder you made the executive call to use it. You rolled over in the bed and threw an arm down to fish around for your red backpack. Finding it you fiddled with the zip before your fingers wrapped around the cool plastic of the device. Tony being tony had insisted it have a Spiderman case thinking it was peters which ended up being rather ironic as it was fitting for you too.

You tried fruitlessly one last time to draw breath before achieving nothing but a crackling wheeze. Screw it. You uncapped the red lid and held it to your lips, propping yourself up on an elbow in an attempt to sit u straight to take it.

You exhaled and inhaled repeating it once more before drawing in a lungful of the super-medicine. Almost straight away you began to feel better. Your fast metabolism speeding up the medicines process.

Feeling like you could breathe again you replaced the cap and put it on the nightstand before curling up in the sheets again feeling cold still but also slightly damp from the thin layer of sweat that had been forming all morning.

You were dressed in spider-man pjs which had a thin t-shirt and long pants. You had considered getting up to grab one of peters hoodies to get warm or another blanket but the idea of standing up made your head spin.

You nestled back into the sheets and let your eyes fall shut despite it being almost midday. The curtains were drawn and so it didn’t bother you too much. You began to drift off into a semi-peaceful sleep broken by harsh coughing fits which were becoming harder to stifle in your half asleep and fevered state.

Meanwhile the avengers had just finished their morning training session, one which Peter had joined for once. Peter being Peter had barely broken a sweat and as a result had opted to hang out on the communal floor while everyone went o freshen up.

Stark had designed the tower well. With Peter’s bedroom being on the same floor as Natasha’s who was rather protective of her younger spider counterpart as well as Wanda’s, Yelena’s, Kate’s and a few spares. The rest of the avengers were a floor above.

At first peter had been a bit miffed about being on a floor of just girls but he ended up liking it a lot. And he had a second bedroom in the master suite with tony and Pepper which he proffered anyway. The one on the avenger's floor was more for if Tony and Pepper were away, and he wanted to be around the others.

Natasha was headed for her room after waving goodbye to peter who had settled down to watch more star-wars, when she paused in the hallway.

Retracing her steps she found herself stood outside peters bedroom door. Frowning she pressed an ear to the door and froze. Someone was inside and coughing. Knowing it wasn’t peter, nat carefully twisted the door handle.

Peter being peter had prepared for almost anything. As soon as Natasha had set foot inside peters room Jarvis had alerted peter of her presence.

Meanwhile Natasha peered into the dimly lit room. The lump in the bed was wriggling around and coughing. Nat was on high alert by now. She realised this person was ill but how had they managed to get in without Jarvis knowing? And why were they in peters bed?

She crossed the threshold and walked over to the bed. Taking note of the backpack on the floor and puffer on the bedside table as well as your spider-man pjs which had been a gag gift from Peter last Christmas.

Nat stood and observed for a second. Looking down at your flushed face which was burning with fever and the harsh coughs that were wracking your weak form.

Nat watched helplessly for a second unsure of how to deal with a sick intruder.

She hesitated before extending a hand to your forehead and feeling a very high fever. She sucked a breath. Despite being an intruder she had some ideas as to why you may have been here. Your likeness to peter wasn’t hard to spot. Yet. She was unsure.

Peeling of the blankets to get a better look at you, as she did you made a small noise of discontent and curled into a shaking ball still fever addled and half asleep.

Before she could continue the door opened and peter looked in.

“Uhh M-Ms Romanoff…” Peter said looking guilty as he stepped in and closed the door again.

“Peter, do you know who this is?” Natasha asked getting straight to the point. Peter hesitated and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Y-yes.” He said looking at your sick form with a frown.

“Peter.” She said crossing her arms. “Care to share whats going on?” Nat said as she headed for Peter’s bathroom.

“Um… She … she’s,, my sister.” Peter said unsurely. Natasha returned after a second and nodded. Now holding the first aid kit from peters bathroom in her arms.

“Anything else i should know?” She asked walking over to the bed and sitting down to rifle through the first aid kit.

“Petey?” You mumbled hearing his voice.

Peter seemed to break out of his trance and came to your side. “I’m here Y/n.” He said.

“‘S cold.” You mumbled making peter frown.

“Actually, I think she has a fever.” Nat said as she found what she was looking for, pulling out a thermometer from the kit.

Nat gently placed the thermometer under your tongue and turned to look at peter.

“Pete, you’re not in trouble but i need some more information.” Natasha said.

“This is Y/n. She’s, my sister. Her apartment was levelled in the last attack and so she’s been staying here ever since. She’s not a threat I promise.” Peter said almost tripping over his words in order to explain.

Before Nat could respond the thermometer beeped and she removed it to look at the small screen, drawing another round of coughs from you. Natasha rubbed your back with one hand while frowning at the screen.

“Peter… she should be dead. This says 106. There’s more isn’t there.” Nat said with some urgency as she began peeling the rest of the blankets off you in an attempt to cool you down.

“Ahh … yes. She had powers. Like mine. She … she wears the suit sometimes.” Peter said standing nearby and watching with a worried expression.

“Ok. So, she has spider powers? High metabolism, super strength, etc.” Nat said and Peter nodded. “Why hasn’t her healing fixed this?” Nat said feeling your forehead again.

“She doesn’t have it. Her powers differ slightly.” Peter explained as Nat cursed softly in Russian.

“Her fever’s still rising.” Nat said making a decision. “We need to cool her down fast before she gets too hot for her own good. Jarvis?” Natasha said and peter looked panicked for a second worried about more people finding out about you.

“Ms Romanoff-“ he started.

“Pete, we need to cool her down stat. I need some help.” She said and peter nodded still looking nervous. “Jarvis call wanda to Peter’s bedroom.” Nat said and peter relaxed slightly. Wanda was ok. She would be good for the situation.

“What are you going to do?” Peter asked.

“She needs a bath and I doubt you want to do that.” She said with a small smirk and Peter flushed for a second.

“Defiantly not.” He said shaking his head.

“Is there someone we can call? Someone who she’d be ok with dressing her once we cool her down. She may be sick but i don’t want to invade her privacy.” Nat said as she scooped you up from the bed and into her lap while they waited for wanda to arrive. You cough harshly again and wheezed making nat frown and look to peter.

“Asthma.” He said.

“Runs in the family huh?” She joked reaching over for the puffer on the bedside table.

“Uh… about that.” Peter said looking guilty. “Mine was cured by the bite. I need the puffers for her.” He said looking sheepish. Expecting Nat to be mad she grinned.

“You’re a good brother.” She said as she uncapped the device and pressed it to your lips.

“Exhale.” She instructed and by some small miracle you complied. When you went to inhale, she administered the medicine and told you to hold.

Recapping the device, she rubbed a hand up and down your arm. “Good job sweetie.” She said and felt you relax into her arms some more as you let out a breath.

The two sat in silence for another second before the door opened again and wanda slipped inside.

She was freshly showered, her hair damp and she smelt like jasmine and honey. She was dressed in a simple faded black t-shirt and grey track pants.

“Whats-“ she began before pausing, her eyes caught on you laid in Natashas lap half asleep.

“Wanda,” Nat said. “Meet Y/n. Peter’s older sister.” She said.

“Okay…” Wanda said looking lost before her expression morphed to concern as you coughed. “Is she ok?” Wanda asked.

“No. That’s why you’re here. Long story short, peter smuggled her into the tower, and she has spider powers and her fever is really high. We need to cool her down.” Nat said and wanda swallowed and nodded. “Peter?” Nat said turning to the younger parker.

“Yes?” He said looking up from where he had been studying his shoes closely.

“You never answered my question. Is there someone we can call to come and get her dressed after wanda and i bathe her?” Nat asked and peter blushed again and nodded.

“I can call May. It’s her day off.” He said and Nat nodded.

“You do that. Wanda and I will look after Y/n. We promise not to go further than her outer clothes.” She said and scooped you up into her arms. She headed for Peter’s bathroom with wanda trailing behind. You remained limp in her arms snuggled into her chest in an unconscious need for companionship.

Once the two redheads had you in the bathroom wanda looked at nat. “Now what?” She asked and Natasha smirked.

“Now we take her clothes off.” She said and gently she lifted your arms from where you were laid on the floor in her lap and pulled the spider-man t-shirt off over your head. Wanda blushed slightly at the sight of your red sports bra despite having seen Nat and herself train in about the same if not less clothes.

“You wanna help?” Nat asked with a grin that only served to make Wanda’s blush deepen. You squirmed slighting in Nat’s lap but stopped when she gently rubbed your arm after you buried your warm face into her stomach.

Wanda rolled her eyes in an attempt to feign nonchalance despite being way past that point.

She lifted her hands, and the familiar red glow of magic surrounded her hands. Her magic lifted your hips so Nat could slide off your pants. Wanda blushed again at the sight of your Black Widow boxers. Natasha however grinned at them finding it both adorable and very cute.

After a beat Wanda met Nat’s eyes again. “Now what?”

“We get her in the bath. She needs to be cooled down Asap.” Nat said hoisting you into her arms again as you wriggled, turning and grumbling into her chest.

“Not gonna lie she’s pretty cute.” Nat said and Wanda avoided her eyes as she used her magic to fill the bath with tepid water.

Natasha gently lowered you into the tub ignoring your whining protests and running her hands through your hair which seemed to calm you down as you relaxed again.

“So … now we wait?” Wanda guessed and Natasha nodded.

“Yep. Unless you really want to steal May’s job of getting her dressed again.” Nat teased making Wanda splutter slightly. “Im kidding.” Nat said. “I know what hot women do to your brain.” She winked and wanda slouched slightly.

After a second you grumbled and blearily opened your eyes, squinting at the two women.

“Peter is so dead.” You mumbled before letting your eyes drift shut again. There was a pause before wanda and nat both started laughing.

You groaned. “Peter!” You yelled before coughing again making Wanda and Nat frown. But before they could do anything the door opened to show a beat red peter with his hands covering his eyes.

“Yes?” He said in a small voice.

“When I get out of here, you’re dead.” You mumbled with a foggy glare sent in his direction.

“Hey. Peter did the right thing.” Another voice said from behind Peter.

“May?” You called. “Oh, wtf is going on right now.” You mumbled.

“Whats going on kiddo is that, once again, you failed to ask for help which landed you here.” May said entering the bathroom with a change of clothes.

“Nice to see you Ms Parker.” Nat said and wanda echoed.

“Please. Call me May. And thank you for looking after her.” May said and you groaned.

“I hate all of you.” You said hiding your face in your hands.

“Uh huh. Sure, you do.” May teased.

“It was no problem. Ms- May.” Wanda said. “We’ll wait in peters bedroom while you… yeah.” Wanda said before making a hasty retreat. Nat laughed and followed her out.

May gave you a disappointed frown once she had shut the door and turned back to you with a sigh.

“Honey.” She said.

“I know… I know.” You said still feeling like death but slightly less so. “Did the black widow and scarlet witch just really see me in my underpants?” You asked.

“Yes, and I serves you right for hiding illness … again!” She said as she came over, rolling up her sleeves and helping you out, practically holding all your weight for you as your head spun.

May frowned and guided you over to the covered toilet seat to dress you again.

Gently she began to towel you off and change you into fresh clothes.

“I can do it myself.” You whined but May shot you a look and you knew better than to challenge the angry Parker and you and peter had called her as kids when she was upset at you for something.

“Now, once you’re dressed you are going to thank those two for their kindness and your coming home with me.” May said.

“But-“ you began.

“No buts.” She said and helped you up, now fully dressed.

She helped you over to the door opening it despite still holding you up. The two of you shuffled into the room where Peter, Nat and Wanda were sat on Peter’s bed talking in hushed voices.

“Pete. I love you but I can hear everything you’re saying dumbass.” You said rolling your eyes and May lightly hit your arm.

“Right.” He said rubbing his neck. “Super hearing.” He nodded.

“I’ll add it to the list.” Nat grinned and you groaned before May jabbed you in the side and looked at the two girls.

You coughed at her actions making her frown but quickly got it under control for the sake of your already fragile image.

“Thank you, Wanda and Natasha, for helping me.” You said still leaning heavily on May. Now you had been standing for a bit the room began to spin. Your face went a shade paler making Natasha frown and stand. It was a split second before you stumbled, almost bringing May down with you in the process. Luckily strong arms wrapped around you, and you looked up into Nat’s pale green and worried eyes.

“Y/n?” You finally registered she was talking to you. “Y/n?” She asked again a little louder.

You let out a soft groan and she huffed. “Right. Up we go.” She said hoisting you into your arms and making the room spin again as you buried your face in her arm.

You felt her gently set you down on the bed and feel your forehead.

Distantly you heard May saying something along the lines of taking you home and the sound of Natasha arguing they were better equipped to help with your powers and sickness. May relented and you went back to dozing.

“What happened?” Peter asked from where he was stood by the door.

“Probably got too dizzy from standing up. Her body’s already trying to fight off sickness.” Natasha said and Wanda nodded.

“Peter? Don’t you have a super high metabolism?” Wanda asked.

“Yeah?” He said looking lost as May seemed to catch on.

“Y/n when did you last eat?” May asked and you groaned and buried your face in the pillow. “Well, that answers that.” May said rolling her eyes.

“Peter, do you have any of those energy bars that steve uses?” Wanda asked and peter nodded and headed for his bedside drawer.

He fished around and pulled out one of them and passed it to nat. She unwrapped it and shoved it into your hands.

“Eat.” She said and you made a groan of protest. “It’ll help.” She said in a softer tone.

“Fine.” You said sitting up against the headboard and nibbling on it slowly.

“Better.” Nat said and you frowned.

“You know you’re cute when you’re mad.” Wanda said looking surprised by her own words and blushing at Natasha’s knowing gaze.

“Get some rest маленький паук” Nat said once you had finished eating, and she begun to shepherd everyone out of the room.

PART 2

[twisted-dork]

Jason Meets May Parker (AKA The Woman of His Dreams Because She Beat Up the Joker)

Jason Todd wasn’t a romantic.

He wasn’t the type to believe in love at first sight or fate or any of that Hallmark crap. (He may read romance books but that’s fiction therefore it has different rules so it doesn’t count!)

But standing in front of May Parker for the first time—the woman who had, without hesitation, beaten the absolute hell out of the Joker—he thought, Yeah, I’m in love.

He hadn’t planned to meet her like this.

After all, he had questions.

Who the hell was she? How did she take down the Joker with nothing but a baseball bat and sheer rage? Why did the kid she was protecting act like this was just another Tuesday?

So, naturally, he did what he did best.

He followed her.

Which, in hindsight, might not have been his best idea, because when she caught him lingering outside the library where she worked, she hit him in the chest with a hardcover book.

Hard.

May: “You gonna tell me why you’re lurking like a creep, or do I need to hit you again?”

Jason, stunned, looked down at the book she had just used as a blunt weapon.

Jason: “…Did you just hit me with ‘War and Peace’?”

May: “It was the closest thing I had. Want me to try ‘Moby Dick’ next?”

Jason, for reasons he couldn’t explain, grinned.

Jason: “Well I would appreciate it if you didn’t, you pack quite the heat.”

Jason didn’t lie that hit actually hurt which only made him more curious on just how strong she is.

May: “Well from what I’ve seen here in Gotham I think that’s a good thing?”

She smirked putting her hand on her hip.

Once Jason convinced her he wasn’t a threat (and after she made him hold out his hands so she could check them for clown makeup because she wouldn’t be surprised if The Joker sent people after her), May allowed him to sit with her inside the library.

She watched him warily over the rim of her coffee cup, the same way one might watch a stray dog that had wandered in off the street—curious, but not quite trusting.

Jason, on the other hand, was watching her.

Because she was different.

She wasn’t scared of him. Wasn’t intimidated by the leather jacket, the scars, the general air of menace that usually made people keep their distance.

No.

She just looked… tired.

Tired, but not weak.

And damn if that didn’t make his brain short-circuit a little. He had only planned to feel her out. Figure out what kind of person she was.

But then (the boy who was kidnapped,) Peter ran up to her, tugging at her sleeve.

Peter: “Aunt May! I finished my book! Can I get another one?”

May smiled, ruffling the kid’s hair in a way that spoke of effortless familiarity.

May: “Sure thing, sweetheart. You want another science book?”

Peter: “Mmhmm! I wanna learn about quantum physics!”

Jason blinked.

Jason: “…You’re like, five?”

Peter (scowling): “I’m sevente—!”

May m: “Careful. He’ll start monologuing about multiversal theory if you’re not careful.”

May cut Peter off handing him a book and smoothing down his curls.

And that was it.

That was the moment Jason knew he was completely and utterly screwed.

Because the kid was hilarious, and May Parker was somehow both the most terrifying and most comforting person he had ever met.

And Jason Todd?

Well.

Jason Todd had always had a thing for dangerous women with big hearts. He didn’t say it aloud, but he knew then and there that he wasn’t going anywhere.

Not just because May had wrecked the Joker like it was personal (which by the way he sees how much she loves the kid it’s unsurprising).

Not just because Peter was the most sarcastic seven-year-old he had ever met (at least he’s not trying to stab him like Damian would).

But because she reminded him of the kind of person he wished he had when he was a kid.

Fierce. Protective.

Unyielding in the face of cruelty.

And even if she didn’t know it yet, she had just gained an unofficial bodyguard in him.

Because Jason Todd wasn’t about to let someone like her face Gotham alone.

Not now.

Not ever.

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I’ll be making a taglist soon so if you want to be tagged then just request in my ask

[incorrectquotesmcu]

Peter: Can't Y/N go live with their own family?

May: They haven't talked to their dad in years. And their mom ran away before they were born.

Peter:

Peter: How... how is that possible—

[day1dream]

Coffee dates with Peter Parker

first of all, he absolutely loves coffee, especially latte

knows the best places to get coffee from

probably nothing too fancy where you only get a small cup for 5 bucks, but super comfy and warm

you both chose one of those tables for two at the window front

yes, he will help you putting off your coat

yes, he will pull your chair back for you to sit down

yes, he will get the orders for you 'cause in coffee shops are no waiters, at least not in this one

eats a blueberry muffin to his latte and you're free to take a bite as well

enjoy’s moments like this, he usually doesn't get that much relax time with his Spidey duties and school and stuff, but time with you is always a perfect contrast here we are again with cuddles

brings you home after, no matter how far, he doesn't care

Note: a late happy new year!❤️🕸️

[fandomnerd9602]

May hugs Y/N tightly…

May: thank you Stark

Y/N: for what?

May: i consider you part of the family. I know Peter considers you a sibling

Peter: May!

May: oops. Sorry!

Y/N: I consider Peter a brother too. A super brother

Peter playfully punches Y/N to silence them…

[loversrocktvgirl2]

my mini multiverse of madness…

Soulmates (Peter Parker x Reader AU) 

Soulmates share injuries. When you broke your toe on a banister when you were ten, a boy in Queens felt the pain with you and wore a boot for two weeks. When that boy was thrown into the lockers of his school, sharp pain rang through your body, and you could feel the locker vents digging into your back, even though you weren’t anywhere near lockers. Now, you’ve never met your soulmate, but you grew to have a certain level of warmth that you felt towards them. And when you’re soon covered in bruises that you definitely did not get, you start to get worried. 

Because what’s wrong? Why would your soulmate have all of these bruises that now mark your skin, purple and yellow and sore? You’re concerned. 

But there wasn’t much you could do about it. You just kept going to school and living your normal life, and when your classmates would ask you about the bruises covering your arms, you would just shrug it off and say they belonged to your soulmate. 

You were worried that maybe they were getting beat up, the way it felt. You could be lying in bed reading when all of a sudden, you felt like someone was punching you, trying to harm you. Your soulmate must’ve been a half-decent fighter though—you could tell when they were ducking out of harm’s way. But you grew sick and self-conscious of the bruises, and soon, you were only wearing long sleeve shirts so as to cover your arms.

One morning, you pulled on a long-sleeved white t-shirt, which you wore a graphic tee over, then threw on a pair of jeans and a beanie. You tied on your shoes and walked down the street to go to the bank to cash a check. Your great-aunt wrote you a check for twenty dollars every year about three months after your birthday—she must’ve had the date wrong on her calendar, but it was a kind gesture that you appreciated—so you strolled on down the street. You didn’t often go to the bank otherwise; so much of money transfer is electronic now, anyways. It felt like a nice tradition though, so you enjoyed going.

You got into line to talk to the woman at the front desk. Gently tapping your foot, you admired the beautiful building around you. The man in front of you turned around and gave you a look, and you stopped tapping your foot. He nodded, and moved his gaze back to facing forward. 

“EVERYBODY FREEZE!” A man suddenly shouted. “Hands up!” You turned around and saw multiple people, all with masks on, armed with guns. You threw your hands up, horrified at the sight. What on Earth…? “PUT YOUR PHONES DOWN!” 

Frightened as hell, you did what he said and put your phone on the floor. Everything felt fuzzy after that. The fear, the adrenaline, the chaos, confusion, and abnormality of the situation all got you to pass out on the ground. 

When you woke up, you were in the arms of someone who you knew. Not personally, per se, but… this was Spiderman. Everyone knew Spiderman. You let out a sharp scream of surprise, then quickly covered your mouth. “Sorry, sorry,” you said apologetically. “What just– did I– why are you–?”

“It’s all good,” Spiderman answered. He sounded a lot younger than you’d initially thought—almost like he was your own age. “There was a bank robbery. You passed out, which is fine, I mean, it’s scary, but I got rid of them, so you should be all good now? I don’t know? Have some water, maybe. I don’t really know what you’re supposed to do after you pass out. I am kind of worried about your arms, though…” he gently rolled back your sleeve to show the ugly yellow bruises that stained your skin like a coffee ring on a wooden table. 

“Oh, that’s fine, it’s my soulmate’s,” you said casually. “I think they get beaten up a lot.”

Spiderman went silent. Then, without saying a single word, he gently rolled back his sleeve to reveal bruises in the exact same places. Your mouth dropped open in shock. Your soulmate was…Spiderman? How lucky was that? Why you? And did he just…he just saved you… and he’s your soulmate?

“Are you…?” you asked nervously, not even finishing your own question. 

He knew what you meant, though. “Yeah, I think so.” He pulled off his mask, and you saw his face. He looked to be about your age, with a heart shaped face and a sharp nose. His eyes were this wonderful kind of soft blue, and he was definitely not who you’d pictured to be Spiderman. “My name’s Peter. I’m…I’m Peter Parker. And I guess I do get beat up a lot, just by like…bad guys instead of bullies in school.” 

You smiled at his honest answer. He was sweet. “Well, nice to meet you, Peter. I’m Y/N.”

“Nice name.”

“Thanks.”

“Do you want some water or something…? I can google what you’re supposed to do after you pass out, I feel like this is the kind of thing I should know,” Peter rattled out.

You nodded. “It does feel like something you’d often run into in your…line of work, I guess. What do you do for work?”

“Well, right now I just go to school, but sometimes stuff with Tony Stark, y’know, Stark Industries and inventing kinds of things,” Peter informed you with a smile, pulling out his phone to google.

“Fancy,” you grinned. “Someone as smart as you should definitely know what to do if someone passes out by now.”

“Hey!” Peter playfully exclaimed at your teasing remark. “That’s not very nice, y’know. And I did just save you.”

“That you did,” you conceded with a nod. “Thanks for that, Peter.”

“You’re welcome,” Peter answered. “Google says to keep lying down and drink water.” 

“You gonna stay?”

“I promise.”

[chloe-skywalker]

Love Beyond Limits Series Masterlist

Main Masterlist

By @chloe-skywalker

Summary: After a lot of broken promises Y/n decides to get out of and leave Charming and California for that matter. Needing some space and time to heal her heart she heads to New York to stay with some friends. New York might just be her new home. While there she finds an unexpected romance that just feels like its meant to be, with a man in a very similar world as the one she grew up in. New friends that feel like family. Sure there's some ups and downs, shoot outs, break ins, a fast moving relationship, rival Mob’s and a kidnapping. But they’ll navigate it together.

Characters

Chapters :

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9

Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12

Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15

Chapter 16 Chapter 17 more coming...

(All chapters shown above are done and in my queue, & currently writing more)

[adrixivy]

Not headcanon but a known FACT that Peter doesn’t really know how to take care of himself. Sure he’s responsible. But I’m saying he doesn’t really know how to treat himself with care, because he’s always taking care of people instead. He puts people first before him, always.

Peter had always wanted and was at the start, a solo act. He never EVER wanted to do such a dangerous job with people. He always gets his ass beaten everyday so he doesn’t want to pull people in. Sure there’s the occasional team ups with different heroes but he doesn’t want a team or partner or ANYONE to be beside him when he’s being Spider-Man. Let’s use Ultimate Spidey as an example because it’s where I got the idea from and I’m pretty sure I heard it in an episode where someone actually notices the fact about Peter

When SHIELD approach him with the program with White Tiger, Iron Fist, Power Man and Nova, he was HELLA reluctant. He knew he could barely handle his own, so why the hell would he trust himself with a team? He doesn’t want anyone to get hurt because of his mistakes. What if he gave them the wrong instructions or wasn’t clear enough and they get injured? Is one of his constant thoughts before he decided to just give in after the team proved they’re strong enough that he doesn’t have to worry constantly but he still does.

His worries didn’t end there. During the finale of Season 1, the goblin fight, he was so guilty even though it WASN’T his fault that Norman was injected with part of his DNA. He constantly thought of Harry and what he could be feeling that his dad became a monster. He tried to get his team and SHIELD to back off so he could handle on his own too.

Alright, aside from the actual example, let’s move on to scenarios in the mcu!

At the start, before Peter became an Avenger, he decided he didn’t want to be part of a team. He didn’t want the risk of leaking his identity AND he didn’t want them to get hurt because he KNOWS he’s prone to mistakes. He knows the Avengers are strong but his Parker luck is stronger. Always a force that pulls him down when something seems so bright to him for once.

When Wade also started hanging out with him on his patrols, even though he was annoyed of the man way before they dated, he always put Wade’s safety first, even when he knew Wade could regenerate hella quick. He’ll take a stab wound or gun shot for anyone, just to save other people’s lives. Wade was suddenly very careful of his surroundings since it happened to him once

It’s drilled into him that it becomes first instinct and protecting himself becomes second that other heroes sees it as a bad habit. Particularly Tony(his dad) and Wade(his lover) and every other Avenger/Hero who enjoys his ball of light energy

So Peter definitely gets surprised when people do the exact same thing for him. Wade jumping in front of him to cover the spider as bullets rain down the pair, Tony diving head first to save him from falling, Natasha picking him up and beating people with ease with a teen on her or Hulk simply landing in front of him as a herd of people gathered in front of the spider, eager to attack. Especially if he is about to fight someone one on one or already did, the team is always ready to jump in and save the boy. He doesn’t like it but he’s very slowly getting used to it

Maybe letting people help doesn’t hurt them after all

[dudettebigballer]

I think? this is what spiderman looks like?

[mintyys-blog]

Peter parker x sociopath! reader: Facade

Peter Parker had always been drawn to the unusual. As Spider-Man, he dealt with the extraordinary daily—villains, chaos, and responsibility beyond his years. So when he met you, someone so grounded and calm, you felt like a safe haven.

You had a sharp wit, a quiet charm, and a confidence that pulled Peter in. But what he didn’t know was that everything he saw in you was meticulously calculated. Your smile, your warmth, even the affection you gave him—it was all rehearsed, an expertly maintained facade to make sure you fit in.

For a while, it worked.

When your mother passed away, Peter had been by your side every step of the way. He offered support, held your hand at the funeral, and whispered reassurances whenever you seemed distant.

But as the weeks passed, he started to notice things.

You never cried. Not once.

Not at the service, not during the wake, not even when he tried to comfort you late at night. Instead, you gave him a perfectly rehearsed explanation: “We weren’t that close. I’ve made my peace with it.”

It seemed reasonable at first. But then Peter noticed how you’d nod and smile awkwardly when others expressed their condolences, how your responses sounded scripted, like you were repeating something you’d heard rather than felt.

He pushed the doubt aside, convincing himself that grief looked different for everyone. But the unease lingered, gnawing at him in the quiet moments.

It wasn’t until Peter’s neighbor, Mrs. Talbot, lost her dog that things started to unravel.

Peter found her sitting on the stoop, tears streaming down her face, clutching the old leash like it was the only thing holding her together. He crouched down beside her, offering gentle words of comfort, when you appeared at the door.

You walked out, took one look at her, and said, “It’s just a dog. You can get another one.”

Mrs. Talbot froze, her sobs catching in her throat.

Peter’s jaw dropped. “Y/N!” he hissed, glaring at you.

“What?” you said, your tone flat. “It’s the truth.”

Mrs. Talbot mumbled something about needing to be alone and hurried back inside. Peter turned to you, his expression a mixture of shock and disappointment.

“She’s heartbroken,” he said. “How could you say that?”

You frowned, genuinely confused by his reaction. “What’s the big deal? It’s not like the dog was a person.”

Peter stared at you, his stomach twisting. It wasn’t just the words—it was the way you said them, devoid of any emotion or understanding.

Over the next few weeks, Peter started noticing more cracks in your mask.

When his classmate broke his arm in gym class, you watched without flinching, your face unreadable. “He should’ve been more careful,” you said when Peter brought it up later.

When Peter talked about Aunt May’s charity work, you nodded along but never asked questions, never showed any interest beyond what was necessary to keep the conversation going.

And when Peter came home one night, battered and bruised from a fight with a rogue villain, your first words weren’t, “Are you okay?” or even “What happened?” Instead, you said, “You’re bleeding on the carpet.”

It wasn’t that you didn’t try. Peter could see the effort you made to seem concerned, to mimic the emotions he expected. But it always felt… off. Like you were following a script you didn’t fully understand.

One evening, Peter finally worked up the courage to bring it up. You were sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone, when he sat down beside you.

“Y/N,” he began hesitantly.

You looked up, tilting your head. “Yeah?”

“I’ve been thinking… about you. About us.”

A flicker of something passed across your face—curiosity, maybe? Or was it calculation? Peter couldn’t tell.

“You’re… different,” he said carefully. “You don’t react to things the way most people do. And I—” He hesitated. “I don’t think you feel things the same way I do.”

You stared at him, your expression unreadable. Finally, you set your phone down and leaned back. “What are you trying to say?”

“I’m saying I’m worried,” he said. “About you. About how you’re feeling—or not feeling.”

You let out a soft laugh, though there was no humor in it. “You’re overthinking things, Peter.”

“Am I?” he asked, his voice firmer now. “Because I’ve been watching you, Y/N. I’ve seen how you act around people, how you… don’t react. You’re so good at pretending, but—” He stopped, his throat tightening. “But it’s like there’s nothing underneath.”

For a long moment, you said nothing. Then you smiled, but it didn’t reach your eyes.

“Why does it matter?” you asked quietly. “If I can pretend, if I can play the part, isn’t that enough?”

Peter felt his heart break a little at your words. “No,” he said softly. “It’s not enough. Not for me.”

After that night, things were never quite the same. Peter tried to give you space, hoping you’d open up, but you only retreated further into your carefully crafted facade.

And you? You weren’t sure if you were sad, angry, or indifferent. Emotions were slippery, intangible things that you could only mimic, never fully grasp.

But one thing was clear: the more Peter saw of the real you, the harder it became to hold your mask in place. And while you weren’t sure what would happen next, you knew one thing for certain.

The truth always had a way of coming out.

After that night, things were never quite the same. Peter tried to give you space, hoping you’d open up, but you only retreated further into your carefully crafted facade. You weren’t sure why. Maybe you felt the foundation of your “normalcy” cracking beneath the weight of his scrutiny. Maybe you didn’t want him to see the hollow spaces inside you.

Or maybe, you simply didn’t care.

That realization hit you one evening as you watched him fidget nervously across the table during dinner. He kept looking at you like he was searching for something—a reaction, an emotion, anything to reassure him that you felt the way he did.

But you didn’t.

You liked Peter. You appreciated him. He was smart and kind and had an idealistic streak that you found oddly endearing. But you didn’t love him—not the way you thought he wanted.

To you, Peter was… useful. He was comforting, like your favorite sweater on a cold day. He made you laugh sometimes, and you liked how he looked at you like you were the most important person in the world. But that was all he was. A favorite possession. Something to keep you warm, something to hold onto because it made your life easier and more comfortable.

You should have felt bad about that. You should have felt guilty for not loving him the way he deserved. But guilt was another one of those slippery emotions that you couldn’t quite grasp.

Peter couldn’t ignore the distance growing between you. One night, after a patrol, he showed up at your apartment, still in his Spider-Man suit, with his mask tucked under his arm. His face was streaked with dirt, and a cut ran along his cheek, but he didn’t seem to care.

“We need to talk,” he said, stepping inside before you could protest.

You sighed, closing the door behind him. “About what?”

“You know what,” he said, turning to face you. His brown eyes were filled with frustration and something else you couldn’t quite name. “About us.”

You folded your arms, leaning against the wall. “What about us?”

“Stop it,” he snapped, his voice louder than you’d ever heard it. “Stop pretending like you don’t know what I’m talking about. You’re shutting me out, Y/N. I’m trying to help you, but you’re not letting me in.”

You tilted your head, studying him. “Why does it bother you so much?”

“Because I love you!” he burst out. His voice cracked, and for a moment, the only sound in the room was his ragged breathing. “I love you, and I feel like I’m losing you. Or maybe… maybe I never really had you to begin with.”

You stared at him, your face perfectly calm. “I care about you, Peter,” you said, and it was the truth—or as close to the truth as you could get.

“But do you love me?” he asked, his voice breaking.

You hesitated. Not because you didn’t know the answer, but because you weren’t sure how to say it without breaking him.

“I… don’t think I love anyone,” you said finally.

Peter’s face crumpled, and for the first time, you felt a flicker of something close to regret. But it wasn’t for him—it was for yourself. For the fact that you couldn’t feel what he wanted you to feel.

After that night, Peter stopped trying. He still called occasionally, still asked how you were doing, but you could hear the strain in his voice. He was pulling away, and you let him go without a fight.

One day, he stopped calling altogether. You noticed, but you didn’t dwell on it.

The breakup wasn’t dramatic. No shouting, no tears, no slamming doors. It was quiet—eerily so.

You had simply said, “I don’t think this is working anymore,” and Peter, already worn down from trying to reach you, had nodded numbly.

He had wanted to fight for you, to convince you that love was worth holding onto, but deep down, he knew it was pointless. You didn’t seem sad, or relieved, or even indifferent. You just were.

“Okay,” he’d said softly. “If that’s what you want.”

You’d shrugged, your expression unreadable. “It’s not about what I want, Peter. It’s about what makes sense.”

That was the moment it hit him. You didn’t feel the way he did—not about him, not about anything. And as he walked away that night, he realized he’d been fighting a battle that was over before it even began.

At first, Peter tried to tell himself it was for the best. Not every relationship worked out. People grew apart. It wasn’t anyone’s fault.

But that didn’t explain the ache in his chest.

He’d catch himself thinking about you in the quiet moments—when he was swinging between skyscrapers, when he was studying, when he was lying awake at night staring at the ceiling. He kept replaying your words in his head, trying to make sense of them.

“It’s not about what I want.” You stated.

“I don’t think I love anyone.” The way you looked at him, it wasn’t in sadness, no it was pity.

The more he thought about it, the more it started to make sense.

The way you never seemed affected by anything, not really. How you would smile at the right moments, laugh when it was expected, but there was always something missing. Something he had ignored because he didn’t want to see it.

A few weeks after the breakup, Peter saw you at a coffee shop. You were sitting by the window, your posture relaxed, scrolling through your phone. You looked exactly the same as you always had—calm, composed, perfectly put together.

But something about it hit him differently now.

He hesitated, debating whether or not to approach you. Before he could decide, another person slid into the seat across from you—a friend, maybe, or a coworker. You greeted them with a smile, and Peter felt a pang in his chest.

It wasn’t jealousy. It was something heavier.

Because he could see it now—the way your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes, the way your gestures felt just a little too practiced. You weren’t engaging with the person across from you; you were performing for them.

And he realized that was all he had ever been to you. Another audience member.

That evening, Peter sat at the kitchen table with Aunt May, pushing his food around his plate.

“You’ve been quiet lately,” May said, sitting down across from him. “You want to talk about it?”

Peter hesitated, then nodded. “It’s about Y/N.”

May raised an eyebrow. “I thought you two broke up.”

“We did,” he said quickly. “But it’s not that. It’s… I don’t know. It feels like I’m only now starting to understand why.”

May leaned back, giving him her full attention. “Go on.”

“She never really cared,” Peter said softly. “Not the way I did. I think I always knew, deep down, but I didn’t want to admit it. I kept telling myself she just needed more time, or that she was scared to open up. But that wasn’t it.”

May frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, she doesn’t feel things like other people do,” Peter said. “She told me herself. She doesn’t love anyone. Not me, not her family… no one.”

May’s expression softened. “Oh, Peter…”

“I thought I could fix it,” he said, his voice breaking slightly. “I thought if I loved her enough, it would change something. But it didn’t. And now, I don’t even know if I meant anything to her at all.”

May reached across the table, placing a comforting hand on his. “I don’t know her story, but I do know this: You loved her. And that matters, Peter. It mattered to you.”

Peter nodded, though his chest still ached.

It took time—more time than Peter expected—for the wound to heal. He stopped replaying your conversations in his head, stopped searching for hidden meaning in your words.

And eventually, he stopped wondering whether you had cared for him at all.

Because the truth was, it didn’t matter. Whether you loved him or not, whether you missed him or not, Peter couldn’t change who you were—or who you weren’t.

What mattered was that he had loved you. And that love, even if it wasn’t returned, had made him stronger.

He carried that strength with him, not as a weight, but as a reminder. A reminder to cherish the people in his life who did love him, who could love him.

And maybe, someday, he would find someone who loved him back just as deeply. Someone who didn’t see him as a favorite sweater, but as a partner. A teammate. An equal.

For now, though, he was okay.

It wasn’t that you didn’t care about him. You did. But only in the way someone cares about their favorite sweater—it was comforting and familiar, but when it frayed or didn’t fit anymore, you could let it go.

You kept going, blending in as you always had. Smiling when you needed to, laughing at the right times, mimicking the emotions of the people around you. And maybe, if you pretended long enough, you’d start to believe your own act.

Or maybe you wouldn’t.

Because the truth was, Peter had been right about one thing: he’d never really had you. And the empty spaces inside you? They weren’t something that could be filled.

[natedogx15]

Spider-Bat Fam

To go with my first rogues gallery list, I thought I'd make a list for the Spider-Bat fam.

Batman + Spider-Man = Spider-Bat

So, I thought I'd give my version of Spider-Bat while I'm doing this.

In my version, Peter Wayne (?) witnesses his parents' deaths and is then looked after by his aunt along with Alfred. His aunt takes care of Wayne Enterprises while ensuring Peter is safe (so no training retreat) as she gets him ready to take over Wayne Enterprises. However, Peter wants to do more, to put his parents' words about responsibilities and noblesse oblige to better use by personally helping clean up Gotham somehow.

Cut to a few years, Peter spent his time studying topics like forensics, business, chemistry, engineering, etc. However, everything changes for him once he takes a trip to one of Wayne Enterprises' rivals, Oscorp, and he's bitten by one of the escaped genetically altered spiders.

He now has the power he was seeking to help clean up Gotham personally. And he uses that and the knowledge he's accumulated to become a hero for Gotham. However, he starts out trying not to use Wayne Enterprises funding as much as possible so his aunt doesn't catch on.

But it doesn't work long against his other caretaker. Alfred catches on pretty quickly. But instead of revealing Peter to his aunt, Alfred helps the boy, having seen the fire burning in him as he grew up. So, Alfred shows Peter a secret part of the mansion. A cave filled with technology that once belonged to someone else in the family (possibly one of the parents or an alternate version of Uncle Ben). Alfred also trains Peter in how to fight while helping the boy upgrade his tech with funding.

I really like to picture a combination of Peter and Bruce having opposite personas between their civilian and hero lives. As Peter Wayne, he's a serious, no-nonsense, studious person. As Spider-Bat, he is willing to joke around to help lighten everyone's spirits in the dreary, hopeless Gotham.

Nightwing + Spider-Man (Miles Morales) = Flying Spider/Arachnight

Now, for Spider-Bat's sidekick. The stupendous Flying Spider. While the circus was in town, Dick got bitten by a similar spider to the one that bit Peter. However, it gave him a couple more powers compared to Peter's. But that wasn't the only surprise he was in for. The poor boy suddenly finds himself becoming an orphan before being adopted by the Waynes.

Dick figures out pretty quickly who killed his parents and wants to use his new powers to get revenge at the same time Peter is hunting for the killer. It doesn't take the two long to run into each other and for them to have a heart-to-heart. And afterward, Dick chooses the name Flying Spider to remember his old family as he goes into his new one.

But eventually, the hatchling leaves the egg and Dick leaves Spider-Bat behind, becoming a new hero. Arachnight.

Batgirl/Oracle + Hornet = Techfly

So, I originally planned to go with Daredevil for Barbara. But I thought Daredevil might fit better with a later character and also wanted to use Peter's other hero personas while making this.

Barbara Gordon was a fan of Spider-Bat and was happy he was helping keep her dad safe. His actions inspired her to become a hero. So, she put her computer and engineering skills to use by making a super suit for her to use to fight crime.

Red Hood + Prowler = Flying Spider/Stalker

The second Flying Spider. Spider-Bat saw the potential in Jason and thought they could help him. However, tragedy strikes when Jason is killed by Mischief (Joker + Green Goblin). I like to think of it as Spider-Bat's version of the Gwen Stacy incident and the deciding factor whether the combo takes more after Spider-Man or Batman since Spider-Man has a looser no-killing code.

But Jason was secretly revived and trained by the League of Assassins and given a high-tech suit meant to even the odds between the group's warriors and Spider-Bat. Jason would then take this suit and use it to create his criminal empire in Gotham.

Red Robin + Iron Spider = Iron Bat

The next sidekick. When Tim figures out who Spider-Bat is, the hero reluctantly lets the boy join him after Tim proves himself. However, he made a suit similar to the one Techfly uses so he has a better chance of surviving against villains.

Damien Wayne + Kaine = Flying Spider

The biological son of Spider-Bat and the League of Assassins's leader's daughter. Not only does he have his father's powers, except possibly the Spider-Sense. But he also has a power dubbed the Mark of Lazarus (Kaine) by his grandfather that lets the boy burn things. He was trained by the League of Assassins until he was put in his father's care.

[twisted-dork]

Batfam x Spider-Man Crossover But With a Twist?

OKAY, so I’ve been reading if Peter Parker was in Gotham (most notably the ones where Dick Grayson is his bio dad) and I also went to TikTok to scroll through some of the skits which are mostly him in the Lazarus Pits when it hit me

What if (MCU) May Parker was the one to come out of the Pits and is now protecting her Meta nephew or she was able to survive NWH and goes (tells Strange and Peter off for even thinking she would let Peter do this alone) with Peter to another dimension where Spider-Man doesn’t exist but she inherits Peter Spider DNA from either the transportation of going to a new dimension, Peter donating his blood to save her from dying, or simply because the universe thought that would be fun.

+Image she and Peter got de-aged to 20’s and 5-8 years old so now she is looked as a single mother

(I’m going with the second idea cause I thought of it more later on but anyway’s)

So now she’s got to take care of little Peter while also dealing with the fact that she’s now Spider-(Wo)man (and even though May Parker as Spider-Man is Spider-Ma’am I feel like she would go by Spider-Mayhem solely because Peter came up with because he never really got to choose it and he just came up with it off the top of his head and she was like okay) at least she’s not the one and only Spider-(Wo)man but now she’s got to deal with a kid crawling on walls for fun.

To make it even better can you imagine that before she made herself known as Spider-Mayhem or realizes that she now also has spider abilities Peter gets kidnapped by The Joker (cause of Parker Luck) and Aunt May (now younger but still protective) was not going to let that slide finds out where Joker and Peter are and starts beating the sh*t out of Joker with a baseball bat (that randomly got off the streets and the bat was so far the safest option that led her to question why the street filled with so many weapons?) while all the Joker’s goons do is watch because Aunt May most definitely have the Mom Glare and if the goons know one thing is if a mom cares enough about her kid to go after THE JOKER of all villains and doesn’t seem to care if she’s caught then she’s a woman they are not fighting. So Aunt May beats the Joker up until he’s immobile (paralyzed) Peter is just sitting in the chair tied up sighing as he shakes his head he did try to warn the guy because while Spider-Man doesn’t kill, Aunt May would kill for Peter especially since he’s all she has left (of Ben). When May is done with the Joker she unties her nephew and picks him up to sit on her hip before leaving she kicks Joker where the sun don’t shine and then makes her way off.

The next day she was able to go to work at Gotham’s Library which surprisingly had good pay that she hopes Peter will be able to go to school soon and maybe she might be able to get her soup kitchen running again or at least help some of these people out a bit more. As she’s stacking books back on the shelves (with little Peter holding the next book as he follows her around to help) she notices that a tall man keeps staring at her but whenever she looks back at him he looks back at his book embarrassed. She only chuckles at him before continuing her work but she was able to see the white strands of hair in front and his green eyes.

[squilfmybeloved]

sometimes family is just an enhanced spider teenager, his aunt, his silly little sister, his eerily talented archer sister, her assassin girlfriend, and the fucking avengers. and thats okay

[day1dream]

Peter Parker as your boyfriend f.t. Tobey!Peter

so awkward and shy, though so god damn sweet

you're his first real relationship, he's so inexperienced and doesn't really know what to do, but he's such a sweet bean with you and really tries

first date with him would be at the coffee shop he usually visits to study if he has to get out of his apartment to breath some fresh air (and for the coffee)

is a coffee person, you can't tell me otherwise

Asks you to model for him, and if he can take photos of you because you're the most beautiful person he ever layed eyes on, and yes, he said that completely generous

didn't even realise how cheesy it sounded and went all blushy after a few seconds

in the first weeks, only hand holding and and shy pecks onto the cheek, with his dorky adorable smile

shows you all of his pictures before he publishes them, because your opinion is important to him

he's a man that lives after the quote "What my girl says, is set"

loves cuddles, especially spooning

Most of the times it's him being the big spoon, but at some days he needs a little comfort he really enjoys you holding him

always stops by your apartment on his patrol, and gives you a sweet peck on the cheek with the promise to return after he's done or at least call you

calls you baby and my love, it's adorable how he stuttered the first few times he called you that

Aunt May loves you, absolutely adorable

(Tom!Peter version)