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remarcely · 1 year ago

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How To Cover For Your Vigilante Classmate- Remarcely AO3 [MCU Spider-Man Fanfic]

“Your shoe’s untied.”

“Hm?” Peter jerked around at a tap on his shoulder. Michelle was stood behind him, pointing down at the floor, and he followed it down to find that his left shoe was in fact untied “Oh, thanks.”

“Figured you’d want a heads up before you trip and smash something.” She shrugged and wandered off, staying far from the rest of the groups of their classmates. It wasn’t hard to duck out of sight, the museum was littered in glass cases and exhibits, and it was mere seconds before MJ had disappeared from sight all together.

He crouched down and began to retie his laces, leaning his shoulder slightly against the wall to keep his balance. As he was tying it off, pulling the double knot nice and tight, a familiar buzz began and hovered in the back of his mind. Peter stayed crouched on the floor but moved closer to the window, following the buzz, in a weird crawl.

Outside, down the street, there was a totally inconspicuous black van parked up on the curb, right outside the bank. Anyone else, like the pedestrians walking past the van without a second glass, might have brushed it off and paid the car little thought. Not Peter. If the little buzz was to be trusted- and after all the dodged knives and bullets it was only fair to put his faith in it- it was trouble. He stared at the van- no logos or dents, and the license plate was blocked by another car.

“Uh, Peter?”

He jumped and landed butt-first on the floor, looking up to see a confused Ned standing above him.

“Ned!” He whisper-shouted and beckoned for him to crouch down too “Someone’s about to rob the bank across the street! You’ve got to cover for me, man.”

“What?” Ned whispered back and lightly whacked Peter in the shoulder “Are you kidding me? The last time for you I got detention for like a week!”

“No one told you to tell the librarian you were watching porn, my guy, that was all you.” Peter glanced back to the window. A guy, dressed in casual clothes, sunglasses and baseball cap pulled down to cover his face in shadow, was leaned up against the van. His hands were in his pockets and he glanced up at the bank ever few seconds, eyeing the security inside “I’ve got to go, man, I’ll be like ten- maybe fifteen minutes max.”

“What are we whispering about?” MJ jumped up close behind, her sneakers stomping on the ground, and smirked when the boys flinched and Ned joined Peter on the floor.

“Peter needs us to cover for him because someone’s trying to rob a bank.”

“Say no more.” She grinned and walked away; no further explanation needed.

One minute, a quick costume change, and a bank alarm later, Ned was visibly sweating as he tried his best to look as normal as possible. He walked about for a short while and stopped by an interactive exhibit, dragging his finger across a table-screen to fast forward and rewind the timeline on the animation. However, he paid it no attention, and instead stared at the clock hung up on the wall, each tick passing agonisingly slow.

When Betty approached him, Ned gulped and sent her a shaky smile.

“Ned, are you feeling alright?” She frowned sympathetically and reached out to place a hand on his forehead “Wow, you’re really sweating. Do you need some water?”

“I-uh, no I’m fine, it’s just, I um… have IBS?” He stammered and mentally slapped himself in the face for the answer.

“Oh!” She took a small step back and wiped her hand on her skirt, talking slowly “Do you… need to go, or something?”

“No, I’m just constipated?” Ned wanted to curl up in the corner and just die.

“Ah, alright.” Betty nodded and awkwardly tried to change the subject, looking around the hall “Hey, where’s Peter? You guys are joined at the hip half the time.”

“H-He also has IBS.” He shook his head and shut his eyes. Goddamn it “He said he felt sick, he’ll be back soon.”

“Alright, I’m gonna… leave now. Hold in there, buddy.” She patted his shoulder; she was standing so physically far away from him at that point she had to slightly lean to even reach him.

In a place where every nook and cranny held some sort of artifact or sign, it was surprising MJ had found a space to tuck herself into. Her legs were squished into the spot with just enough space to rest her sketchbook on them, open to a half blank page with the beginnings of the tour guides strained-customer-service-smile as she answered questions for her classmates.

Mr Harrington found her there, his eyes a bit wild and hand permanently plastered across his face in worry “Ah, Michelle. Good to see you’re still here- where’s Mr Parker? I’m doing a headcount and I can’t seem to find him.”

“Who?” She didn’t stop drawing, working on the shadows around the eyes.

“Y’know, Peter? Your friend?”

“I know a Paula, is that who you mean?”

“No, I mean Peter. Come on, I need to make sure we haven’t lost anyone.”

“I don’t know a Peter, sir, do you need to sit down for a bit?”

After a few minutes of being thoroughly confused by MJ, Mr Harrington went in search of Ned instead and found his student in the gift shop, turning the rack of postcards. He clapped his hands and walked towards him, hoping for an answer that actually made sense.

“Ned, you wouldn’t happen to know where Peter has run off to, would you?”

The boy froze and quickly plucked a postcard from the mix, turning his head away from his teacher to look intently at the art “Oh, he um, his tooth fell out.”

“What, really?” Mr Harrington took a step forward as his voice rose slightly in panic “How? Did he hit his face on something? Is it bloody? Do I need to call an ambulance?” He lowered his voice for the last question, getting closer to Neds face .

“No, it was a uh-” Ned narrowed his eyes, deep in thought on how to climb out of the hole he’d just dug “-a baby tooth.”

Mr Harrington paused “Peter is sixteen, Ned.”

“He’s a late bloomer?”

MJ had moved onto her next drawing- an old man squinting at an exhibit as he tried to read the label- when Flash strolled her and hit her knee to grab her attention. Pencil freezing on the page, she slowly looked up to glare at him and felt a hint of satisfaction when he took a cautionary step back.

“What do you want Eugene.” She muttered lowly, turning back to her book.

“Where’s Peter?”

She sighed and shook her head “Eugene, I don’t know anyone called Peter.”

“W-What?” He stammered and looked around, as if searching for a hidden camera “Yeah you do, where is he?”

“This is a weird joke to make, skip to the punchline.”

“What punchline?” Flash stared at her in disbelief “You literally have a picture of him, it’s your background!”

“That’s a stock image, Eugene.” She shook her head again and sent him a withering glance, as if it were obvious.

“You’re being so fucking weird.”

“I agree, it is strange I have a random stock image as my background.” She moved on from the old mans sketch, finding the face Flash was pulling at her far more interesting.

Having watched the man jog around the museum while counting his students, Betty waved over Mr Harrington.

“Ah, Betty, have you seen Peter?”

“He’s probably by the toilets, sir.”

He thanked her and jogged off to follow the signs in the direction of the restrooms.

As promised, not twelve minutes later an out-of-breath Peter rounded the corner, back in his civilian garb with the Spider-Man suit tucked safely at the bottom of his backpack. The only thing off was a small bruise starting to form on his cheekbone, barely noticeable unless you were up close, and the thing would likely be healed before they even got on the bus home. Thankfully, the fight had been easy as pie and a bank employee had already called the cops, leaving Peter to simply web the guys up and check on the hostages.

As he crossed the hall, he bumped into a sweat-drenched Ned, who grabbed him by the shoulders on sight, shaking him slightly.

“You have IBS and a missing tooth.” Ned looked him dead in the eyes with a face unnaturally serious for the utter nonsense he’d just uttered.

“No? I don’t?”

“Listen man, I panicked and now Mr Harrison thinks you knocked a baby tooth out and Betty thinks we have irritable bowel syndrome.”

“I’m sixteen, Ned, why the hell would I still have baby teeth?” Peter shut his eyes in despair, just to open them a beat later “Why do we both have IBS?”

“I panicked!”

They were interrupted by Flash, still stood next to MJ who he’d been arguing the entire time and all but shouted while pointing madly pointing at Peter “See! He’s real!”

“Eugene, most people stop seeing their imaginary friends by the time they hit high school.”

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talltoontales · 5 months ago

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High Rolling Spider-Man: Rushed

Prompt: This week kicked my $h1t in, and I forgot to write a story. You know who that reminds me of?

Prompt By: Me (ToonMan)

Started Writing: 06/22/2024 at 11:29 pm (Good Lord!)

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Two women, one brunette and one ginger, stand on the side of the road outside a busy restaurant. Surrounded by excited chatter, the ginger woman steps away from the crowd, pulling her phone out of her purse.

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Across town, Spider-Man flies back-first into the side of a parked car. Across the street, a man in a brown and yellow jumpsuit armed with metal gauntlets and a matching belt walks toward Spider-Man. Spidey starts pulling himself from the side of the car only to get hit in the chest with a blue ray fired from the thug's gauntlets.

“Oh no, don’t get up,” says the man, “I’ll make this nice and quick for ya. Won’t feel a thing!” The man fires another blast, but Spider-Man pulls himself from the car, flipping over it and using it as cover.

“Come on, Herman!” says Spider-Man. “Don’t you have anything better to do than take potshots at me?”

“Well, normally I’d be at work right now,” says Herman as he fidgets with the dials on his gauntlets, “but it turns out someone got the place shut down!” Spider-Man leaps upward onto a wall right as Herman fires a massive blast at the car, causing it to explode.

“Hey! I didn’t know you worked there,” says Spider-Man. “Besides, I did you a favor. You just got on parole. The last thing you needed was your parole officer finding out you were doing guard work for a known pimp!”

“An alleged pimp,” yells Herman, firing another blast at Spider-Man. “And it doesn’t matter anyway! He was the only one who would hire me in this stupid city, and without a job, I’m screwed either way!” Spider-Man dodges several blasts from Herman when he feels his phone vibrate in his pocket. He taps on the earpiece inside his mask.

“Who’s calling, and can I call you back?” asks Spider-Man.

“Peter! Where are you!?” asks the ginger woman.

“Heeeey, Angi,” whispers Spider-Man. “Don’t sweat it. I am on my way as we speak.”

“As Peter or as Spider-Man?” asks Angelica.

“Uhhh. One sec,” says Spider-Man. “Hey, Herman, do you mind if we pick this up later? I got something I gotta take care of.”

“Are you serious!?” says Angelica & Herman in unison.

“You think you can ruin my life and just brush me off like I’m nothing!?” demands Herman.

“No, I didn’t mean it like—” Spider-Man leaps over another blast only to get knocked higher into the air by a second blast. Herman proceeds to juggle Spider-Man in the air.

“No suit,” says Angelica, “that was the deal. I set you up with Betty, and for one night, Spider-Man does not exist. Do you have any idea how much I had to talk her into this?”

“Seriously, can I call you back?” asks Spider-Man, “Besides, you make it sound like I’m not that great of a person,” groaned Spider-Man.

“You’re not,” says Angelica and Herman, again.

“Look, I’m on my way. Ten—” Herman lets Spider-Man faceplant onto the ground. “…fifteen minutes tops. Just tell her I…uh…you know what, users’ choice."

“Who could have seen that coming?” mocks Angelica. “Once again, I have to salvage the remains of your social life.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, shocker, I know,” says Spider-Man.

“What did you just call me?” demands Herman. Spider-Man looks up to see Herman standing over him.

“Oh crap,” says Spider-Man.

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Angelica winces as Spider-Man screams into the phone before cutting off. She sighs as she regains her composer.

“He’s not coming, is he?” Angelica turns around to see Betty standing behind her.

“No, he’s coming. He just got caught up in work,” says Angelica, “lost track of time.”

“Look, I appreciate what you’re doing for me," says Betty, “but I think I’m gonna call it a night.”

“No, Betty, come on,” says Angelica, “I promise, Peter’s coming, and by the end of the night, you’re gonna be thanking me ten times over for getting you out of that stuffy apartment.”

“He’s that amazing, huh?” asks Betty.

“I wouldn’t say he’s amazing,” says Angelica, “but he has his moments. Plus, would I drag you all the way here for a subpar night?” Betty rolls her eyes. “Exactly! Look, you don’t have to believe in him, but believe in me who believes in him.” Betty snickers, leading the two girls into laughing together.

“Alright, fine,” says Betty, “I guess I can hang out for a few more minutes.”

“Thank you,” says Angelica. “And who knows, Pete might shock the both of us…”

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(Holy crap, that was close!)

Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed the story! If you have any comments, critiques, or criticisms, please don't be afraid to let me hear 'em (as long as they're constructive (or comical)). Also, if you have some spare time, check out my blog for more stories like the one above. Stay safe, drink plenty of water, and be kind to yourself and others. ToonMan, AWAY!

[No joke, this week rocked me like I owed it money. Still working on week one's story, and for better or worse, it's getting posted before the end of the week. See ya then.]

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broskiblurbs · 2 years ago

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Our Envious Forthcomings (A Peter Parker FanFiction)

Word Count: 4,370

Summary: You grew up in your father's spotlight, while Peter grew up in poverty. You had loads of friends, while Peter was a nobody. Seems as if things were handed to you, while he had to beg for them. These differences made Peter bitter towards you, but maybe you aren't so different after all.

Disclaimer: Mild cussing. In this universe, the Blip never happened.

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There wasn't many things Peter Parker disliked, only three things that he could come up with. Overall, he is an easy-going person, and someone who loves the simplicity of life. He is a nerd who loves Star Wars and LEGOs. He is a nobody in the background with only two friends: Ned and Michelle Jones. He is a clamming boy who didn’t have much luck when it came to dating and girls. On top of all of that, he is a friendly-neighborhood hero who helps old Dominican women cross the street. He is a spider that stopped alien-tech trades and saved Stark Industries. He is an Avenger that helped save the universe from Thanos. He is Spider-Man, a guy who is constantly overlooked, yet praised at the same time. Even though Peter was not as popular as his alter-ego, he was perfectly happy with his life.

One thing Peter didn’t like was parties. They were always way too loud and overcrowded. It messed with his heightened senses, which ensured a pounding headache once he got home. The only reason he is even at this party is because Ned dragged him and MJ here after they got invited by Betty Brant, who was one of the most popular girls in school. How a nobody like Ned Leeds got a pretty girl like Betty Brant was beyond Peter’s mind, but he was happy for his love-sick friend. As soon as the trio walked through the giant doors of the party, Ned abandoned them to find his girl, leaving Peter and MJ to fend for themselves, which eventually leads to Flash bumping into Peter.

Another thing Peter disliked was Eugene “Flash” Thompson. He hated how he walked around like the world owed him something. He hated how he bullied others to make himself feel better. Peter was one of Flash’s relentless victims. He was the reason why he got the nickname “Penis Parker” in their sophomore year of high school. He has thought about using Spider-Man to finally shut-up, but he dismissed the idea for he had promised to never use his alter-ego in such a way. Besides, he didn’t want to stoop to Flash’s level, no matter how tempting it was. It was enough of a victory to know Peter could punch him in the face and stop it all. It’s all about the small victories, right?

“Watch where you are going, Penis Parker,” the ignorant bully called out while spilling his drink, which was probably spiked, all over Peter’s favorite blue sweater. The boy was about to shoot a spiteful response to Flash until you interrupted.

“Stop, Flash. It isn’t worth it.” You give Peter a pitiful smile and drag your friend along.

The third and final thing he disliked was you. You were always at Flash’s side, watching him bully others. You were known to the school as Flash’s hot and “chill” friend, though Peter wouldn’t use those words to describe you. However, that was not the worst thing. He felt that life has handed you everything just because your dad was rich and famous. He envied how he had to work for his good grades, money, and the small amount of friends he did have, while you shared DNA with a man and got filthy rich, got to ease through school, and friends practically flocked to you. You had it easy, and you took it for granted. He watched you dance so freely on the dance floor as if no one was watching, but if he did it, he would be made fun of, right? The world had its favorites and you were one of them, and he hated you for it. Nothing could change how he felt.

Peter was having a good day, a great one even. He had almost made it through his first week of senior year, which meant he was that much closer to graduating. They had pizza for lunch and it didn’t taste like garbage for once. Aunt May was able to get the red stain out of his favorite blue sweater that Flash had so nicely placed on it. Some girl complimented his Vans, and later on tonight, he was going to Ned’s to try to rebuild the LEGO Death Star for the third time. So yeah, Peter having a great day. He was practically skipping to Ned’s locker to go to American History.

“I’m pretty sure today she’s going to assign us partners for that stupid project today,” Ned announced as he slammed the locker shut and the boys made their way to the class.

“Ugh, don’t remind me. Isn’t semester long?” Peter asked.

“I think so. All I know is that I hope I get paired with you or Betty.” Peter sends a glare at his friend. “No, you! Bros before hoes. Guy in the chair,” Ned saved. Peter laughed as they headed into the classroom. The friends took their seats in the corner of the room as the teacher began her lesson about the Founding Fathers.

Peter was forcing his eyes to stay open. Sure, he was one of the smartest in his grade, but history absolutely bored him. The fact the lesson was on the Founding Fathers didn’t make things any better. He didn’t understand why we praised men who were just a bunch of hypocrites. The teacher never kept Peter’s attention during the lecture, not until she announced she will start pairing students up for the project. The project was super broad, which made him happy. He could do whatever he wanted as long as it showed how it improved the U.S. as a whole. Ideas were rushing to his head. Cars? The improvement of technology? The Avengers even? The possibilities were endless.

“Mr. Leeds and Mr. Thompson,” she paired. Peter looked over Ned, who looked horrified. Flash looked disgusted. Since he was obviously not going to be paired with his best friend, he was scared to hear who his partner was going to be. The teacher flew through some more names.

“Mr. Parker.” Peter’s eyes widen at the recognition of his own name. His fingers were trembling, anticipating hearing the name he would be spending the rest of the semester with. “You’ll be with Miss. Y/L/N”

Of fucking course.

Peter buries his face into his hands. Out of everyone he could paired with, he had to be paired with you. He could hear murmurs of his peers saying stuff like, “Lucky,” “Not fair,” “That dork with her?” It’s not like he wanted to be paired with your ungrateful ass. He snuck a look your way. You looked uncomfortable? Of course you wouldn’t want to be paired with him. In your eyes, he’s probably just a slimy little nerd who should kneel before you. He vowed at that moment to never give you that satisfaction. He was probably going to have to do the majority of the project anyway. A selfish brat like yourself will think you’re above some silly school assignment. When the bell rang, Peter bolted out of the classroom as fast as he could with his friend.

“Dude,” the friends say in unison once they reach Peter’s locker.

“This is bad,” Peter says, opening up his locker.

“You’re telling me? I have to work with Flash. Time to plan my funeral,” Ned agrees.

“I have to work with Y/N. Out of everyone,” Peter groaned.

“That’s not even bad. I honestly do not get why you do not like her. She has always been nice to me. She’s very supportive of me and Betty.” Peter rolled his eyes as if his best friend betrayed him. In a way he did. He was fraternizing with the enemy. Of course he didn’t understand. “Anyway, dude, I gotta go. See you at my house tonight.” Ned begins to leave, but not without doing the handshake.

As Peter replaces the books from American History with the ones for his next class, he hears you and Flash talking.

“Why don’t you ask the teacher to switch? She would probably listen to you. Your dad is literally famous,” the annoying bully stated.

“No, Flash. Drop it,” you reply. Honestly, Peter wishes you would. That would solve both of his and Ned’s problems.

“You really want to work with that dork instead of me?” Flash pushed.

“I am not going to use my social status to my advantage,” you responded.

“But come on, it’s Penis Parker,”

“Peter Parker,” you almost yelled. “His name is Peter Parker and I’m leaving this conversation.” You walked away, practically whipping your hair in Flash’s face. Peter shoved his head back into his locker. He was surprised you actually corrected your friend. No one had ever done that, but that doesn’t matter. It didn’t make him dislike you any less and nothing would. He hears a knock outside the locker. He closes his locker, deeming he was done with it anyway. He was shocked to meet your eyes so close to his.

“What do you want?’ He asked a lot more bitterly than he planned. You take a step back.

“Well, hello to you too, Parker,” you greeted.

“I have to get to class,” He avoids your gaze and goes around you to go to his class. You catch up with him.

“Fantastic that we have the same class next, huh?” God, he just wanted you to leave him alone.

“Yay,” he says sarcastically.

“Anyway, I think we should get a head start on this project-” you start but Peter interrupts you.

“I’ll just do it.”

“What?’ He hated the dumbfounded look on your face.

“That’s what you were going to say, right?”

“No, not at all. I would never. I was just going to say, we should get a head start on the project, since we are both busy people. With me and my, well you know, my parents and you with your Stark Internship-” Peter interrupts you again.

“Ah, I get it now.” Peter stops right outside of the classroom. “Y/N, I was having a really good day today and now it kind of sucks. I really don’t want to spend half of my senior year with you, so we will split up the work in class and work on our part in our spare time. Great talk.” He goes into the classroom and takes a seat before you could even respond.

He shouldn’t be surprised at the fact you were only being nice to him for your own gain. As soon as you mentioned the Stark Internship, he knew. All you wanted was to meet Tony Stark and the rest of the Avengers and woo them over. He wasn’t having it. The Avengers was his thing, not yours.

“Why were you talking to Y/N? I thought you hated her,” MJ said as Peter sat down next to her.

“We got paired up for an American History project,” he responded. His eyes follow you as you walk through the classroom and take the available seat next to him. Peter rolled his eyes. Why couldn’t you take the hint? MJ looked over at her friend confused. “Why are you sitting next to me? Don’t you have your little clique over there?” He points to the group of people staring at you dumbfounded.

“Because we need to get this project done, and I’m not going to let your stupid opinion about me prevent me from getting an A, so I’m not going to leave you alone until we come up with an actual game plan,” you reply with determination.

“Stupid opinion,” Peter chuckled. The only stupid thing about this is that he had to work with someone as ignorant as you. Then, the English teacher interrupted their conversation and began class.

The entire class period you tried getting Peter’s attention which only annoyed him more. It took everything in him to not yell at you. You had to know you were bothering him. He was starting to think you were enjoying this. His jaw clenched anytime you said his name. Even when you weren’t trying to get his attention, you agitated him. You occasionally clicked your pen one too many times and bounced your leg. By the end of class he was over it. Luckily this was his last class of the day, so he tried to run out of there as quickly as he could. Unfortunately, you’re fast too and caught up to him. This was his breaking point.

“Can you just leave me alone? You’re driving me crazy,” Peter hissed.

“Good! All I want to do is get this project done, but you’re the one being stubborn!” you argued.

“Why are you so worried about it? We were just assigned today.” Peter is at his locker now, getting his backpack together.

“I don’t know if you noticed, but I barely have time for school as it is and my schedule is super unpredictable, so the sooner the better,” you answer.

“Believe or not, I haven’t noticed anything because not everything is about you. I don’t give a shit your dad is this big thing in Hollywood or whatever,” he said, slamming his locker door shut. You take a deep breath as you compose yourself.

“Can we please just get this project done and then, I will be out of your life,” you beg. Peter dreaded the idea of seeing you more than he had to, but for once, you had a point. The sooner the project was over with, the sooner you would leave him alone. You took his silence as an answer. “Are you doing anything now? We can head to the library, or if your place makes you more comfortable?” Before Peter could answer, Ned showed up.

“Hey, man! I was wondering what time you were coming over? Lola wanted to know what time she should start dinner.” Then, he notices you standing next to Peter. “Sup, Y/N?” You shoot him a huge grin.

“Just trying to get Peter to work on this project with me. How are things with Betty? She cannot stop gushing over you,” you ask Ned, still smiling brightly at him.

“Great! We are going to the movies here soon,” he responded.

Peter chimes in before you can steal his best friend away from him, “Anyway, I’m not sure. Something tells me my evening is about to be planned for me. I’ll text you.” Once Ned walks away to find his girlfriend, you and Peter continue your reluctant conversation.

“Do we really have to start tonight?” asked Peter. He believed he had enough of you for today.

“Yes,” you say, no longer giving him the choice. He groaned in defeat. It’s just one night.

“My aunt is out of town, so I’m staying at the tower. This is only a one time thing.” He could not believe he was actually going to be spending time with you. Why couldn’t you just ask the teacher to switch partners? The both of you would have been so much happier if you would have asked to be partners with Flash. Speaking of the devil himself, Flash comes to pull you away from Peter.

“Are you ready to leave?” Flash asked, ignoring Peter’s presence.

“Actually, I’m going with Peter so we can start on that project,” you reply, which receives a scoff from your companion.

“Really, you’re going with that loser? Come on, dude. We have an entire semester to finish that project,” he says.

Finally, someone that gets it, he thought. He didn’t realize he was thinking out loud until you glared at him.

“Goodbye, Flash.” You seemed as annoyed with him as you were with Peter. The bully got in Peter’s face to say, “You better not try anything, Penis Parker.” As if. Peter wishes you would just leave with Flash.

This morning, Peter would have never guessed his school day would have ended with him and you walking to the Avenger’s tower. How could a day that was going so great end so terribly? You had to put on a ball cap and sunglasses before you could step outside of the school. You insisted if you didn't, the paparazzi would be all over. You really thought highly of yourself, didn’t you? He wondered how you could fit all that ego in one body. The entire walk to the tower was filled with awkward silence and you trying to hide from the public.

As soon as you reached the building and went inside, you took off your “disguise.” Did you really think that worked?

“Wow, this is amazing. I’ve never had the chance to be inside the Avengers Tower,” you said in the most annoying voice ever which made Peter roll his eyes. He scanned his badge as he reached the elevator.

“Welcome, Peter. Mr. Stark is awaiting your arrival on the fourteenth floor in the community area,” the AI, FRIDAY, informed. He hit the button for the floor where Mr. Stark was waiting. You stared in awe of the AI.

“Thanks, FRIDAY. Can you let him know I have, uh, someone with me?”

“He was already made aware,” she answered.

“Woah,” you whispered. “This is…wow.”

“Can you not do that? It’s annoying,” Peter scoffed.

“Sorry,” you respond, anxiously.

The elevator’s doors open to reveal the billionaire fidgeting with his fingers and a pen over a counter.

“What’s up, chico,” he greets Peter, and then, he notices you. “And chica.” Tony raises his eyebrows in shock. “Wow, Peter. I was beginning to wonder if you had any skills when it came to girls.” He could slap his mentor.

“It-it’s definitely not like that. We just have a project,” he corrected.

Tony just ignores what he said and says, “Hi, I’m Tony Stark, but you probably know that. I’m sure Peter talks about me all the time.” He walks up to you and aggressively shakes your hand which makes your cheeks turn red. “Wait, aren’t you Y/N L/N? How in the hell did Peter get your attention?” he questioned, jokily.

“Mr. Stark,” Peter groans.

“Uh, yes, and Peter and I are just partners for a project. He made it clear he has no interest in spending more than a minute with me than he needs to,” you grit in between your teeth. For the first time since the two of you got assigned to the assignment, he could feel your hate for him. Tony turns to look at the young teen boy.

“Yesh, this is why you don’t have a girlfriend. You kids have fun,” the billionaire walks away.

About five minutes later, Peter finds himself in the lab with you beginning the project. He decided he wanted to work where he felt most at ease, and that was here. He has so many fond memories working on his suit in the lab with Tony, so of course this was his ideal place. You had already set up shop at an empty table.

“Alright, what do you want this project to be about?” you ask him as you pull up a document on your laptop.

“I was thinking about the advancement of technology,” he answered, making you chuckle. He glares at you.

“You realize that will be everyone’s project, right? We should do something unique,” you exclaim.

“Alright, what were you thinking, then,” he said in a mockery tone.

“I think music could be fun! Who doesn’t like music?” A smile forms on your face at the thought of music.

“Of course you would say that,” Peter groans. Your smile fell and you wrapped your arms around yourself as if you were comforting yourself. Peter is pulling out his own laptop when you speak up.

“What is your problem?” Your voice is no louder than a whisper. “I’ve done nothing, but been nice to you. Did I do something?”

“Nice? You’ve been nice to me? You have let Flash walk all over me and Ned. You act like all anyone cares about is you just because your dad is some all-time celebrity. Guess what, princess? No one gives a crap,” he argues. Your face scrunchies up in anger.

“You-you don’t know anything about me, Parker! I have stood up for you on countless occasions-” Tears are forming in your eyes, since you don’t know how to express your emotions properly, but before you can continue Peter cuts you off.

“Giving me a pity smile doesn’t count as standing up for me,” he snarls.

“Fuck you! Fuck you, Parker,” you yell. “You are a hypocrite. To think that Betty told me you were the nicest and most understanding person she knew. You are no better than Flash, hell, maybe even worse.”

Sure, Peter strongly disliked you, but something about you comparing him to Flash made his heart sink. He had always thought of himself better than a bully, but here he was bullying you. Perhaps, he was judging you too quickly. He knew his aunt raised him better than that. Peter readjusted his position and started to apologize when he tripped into something, causing a bright blue light to flood the room. A loud buzzing sound echoed in the lab.

“What the hell is that?” you hollered over the noise. Then, the light had absorbed you, and you were gone.

“Fuck,” Peter mumbled to himself. Even though he did not like you, he knew he would not be able to live with himself if he abandoned you. He went into the light, and just like you, he was gone.

A buzzing noise rang through Peter’s ears as he opened his eyes to a brightly lit room. He was in the lab, of course. Where else would he be? It’s not like he went wandering off.

“Y/N?” He calls out as he frantically looks around the room, noticing some minor changes.

“Yeah, I’m here,” you answer as you rub the back of your head. You must’ve hit it. “What happened? Where is all of our stuff?” The tables that previously sat all of your and Peter’s belongings were now empty and now replaced with small gadgets. “What did you do?” You glare at Peter.

“What did I do? I didn’t do anything!” He almost yelled.

“Ugh, if you would’ve just shut up and helped me with the project, this would have never happened,” you match his tone.

“Of course you blame me because daddy’s little princess doesn’t do anything wrong.” This changes your expression. Tears start falling out of your eyes. Peter knew he went too far.

He looks over to the monitor. Turns out when Peter tripped, he accidentally set off the Teleporter Machine. It was just a prototype, so it only took the two of you to the next lab over. “I found out what happened. Our stuff is in the other room. Let’s just try to find Mr. Stark,” he tries, but you don’t move.

“I thought out of everyone, you would understand, but I was wrong,” you whisper.

“What?” You ignore him.

“You know, I always envied you.”

“What?” He repeats.

“You get a mask. You get to hide from the spotlight. Pretend you’re a nobody. I don’t get that, Peter!” You exclaim. Peter can feel heat rising in his chest, his hands are getting clammy, and his armpits are starting to sweat as anxiety overcomes him. Do you know?

“I know who you are, Parker. You don’t do a job hiding it. I’m surprised the Daily Bugle hasn’t caught on.”

“You know?” Peter’s heart skips a beat.

“I’ve been observing you since freshman year. Even then, I wished I was you. A nobody. Someone who didn’t care when they were made fun of. So, naturally I was intrigued. I watched you doodle in class and somehow get every question right. I wanted to talk to you, but then you wouldn’t be a nobody anymore. I didn’t want you to get swallowed up by the spotlight. I didn’t want to take that away from you. When sophomore year rolled around, sightings of a mysterious hero called Spider-Man started popping up. That’s when you started acting strange. The whole thing in D.C just confirmed my wildest thoughts,” you finish. You wipe away the last of the tears. “But, you know what they say. Never meet your heroes. I’m going to ask to switch partners. Sorry.” You begin to leave, but Peter stops you.

“Y/N, I don’t even know what to say,” Peter tries. He feels so guilty. It shouldn’t have taken you pouring out your gut for him to realize how much of an ass he was being.

“You don’t have to say anything.” You awkwardly stand there, waiting for him to let you by.

“No, I do. You were right. I’m being a hypocrite. You have been nothing but nice to me and I immediately thought you were the worst human being ever. It wasn’t even because of Flash. I guess, I also was jealous of you,” he admitted. Your eyes were now on him. “I mean, I always wanted to know what it was like to be popular or what it was like to have endless amounts of money. You are everything I wish I was. I wish I still had my dad around to explain complicated formulas or buy me LEGO sets. I wish I wasn’t a nobody who constantly gets made fun of. If it wasn’t for Spider-Man, I would have nothing. I would have never mattered to anyone.” It was Peter’s turn to cry. He was expecting you to laugh at him or just leave him there, but you didn’t. You did something unexpected.

You hugged him.

You gently caress his back as his tears soaked your shirt. “You matter. So much. You have Ned and MJ, who would never hurt you. Not to mention, you’re a freaking genius. You’ll probably be the one who cures cancer.” Peter manages a light chuckle. “I’m sorry, I’m terrible at cheering people up.”

Peter lifts his head from your shoulder. “I don’t know, I think you did a heck of a job.” You beam a smile at him. “I’m sorry for judging you so quickly. Do you think we could still be partners?”

“I think we could make something work.”

part 2 here

#fanfic #peter parker #my writing #peter parker x reader #fiction #marvel #celebrities #spiderman #newyork #reader #enemies to friends trope

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ao3feed-irondadspiderson · 1 year ago

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Parker luck strikes again (seriously??)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51740098 by Ikarix “…Matt?” “Peter?” He never in a million years expected to see Daredevil in his civilian form chaperoning his field trip to Stark Industries, but hey! There’s a first time for everything isn’t there? Now he just has to try and hide his school life from Matt and the rest of the Avengers AND his Hero life from his AcaDec class, while simultaneously trying to get people to stop believing that he’s lying when it comes to his internship. Easy peasy lemon squeezy. Right? ———————— Hey, this is my first fic and first time writing on Ao3, so my updates might be very inconsistent and I’m definitely going to have some variation in my chapter length, so please be patient with me and give me your feedback in the comments to i can read them :D Words: 297, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Daredevil (TV), Deadpool - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel, The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Peter Parker (Earth-65), Michelle Jones (Marvel), Ned Leeds, Harry Osborn, Harley Keener, Tony Masters (Marvel), Steve Rogers, The entire Decathlon team really, Flash Thompson, Cindy Moon, Betty Brant, Matt Murdock, Franklin "Foggy" Nelson, Wade Wilson Relationships: Peter Parker & Matt Murdock, Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Wade Wilson, Peter Parker & Flash Thompson, Matt Murdock & Peter Parker & Wade Wilson, Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Everyone, Peter Parker & Michelle Jones, Peter Parker & The Decathlon team, Franklin "Foggy" Nelson & Peter Parker, Matt Murdock & Franklin "Foggy" Nelson & Peter Parker, ill add more as i go - Relationship, Peter Parker & Harley Keener, Harry Osborn & Peter Parker Additional Tags: Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Peter Parker's Field Trip to Stark Industries, Trans Peter Parker, Team Red (Marvel), Peter Parker is a Little Shit, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, platonic team red, I have no idea how to tag, seriously what am I doing, first fic, Not Beta Read, no beta we die like tony stark, Not really because, Not Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Compliant, Not Canon Compliant with Movie: Avengers: Infinity War (2018), Not Canon Compliant with Movie: Captain America: Civil War (2016), Not Canon Compliant, Human Disaster Matt Murdock, Wade Wilson Knows this is Fanfiction, Foggy Nelson as Betty’s cousin, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/51740098

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #iron dad and spider son #spider son #iron dad #peter parker #tony stark

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propainfuture · 2 years ago

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Marvel Characters Theme Songs: Part 1 - Songs

ALMOST ENTIRELY MCU CHARACTERS

(Again, I get most of my information from fanfictions, wikis, and videos, not straight from the comics)

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Tony Stark: "Bleeding Out" - Imagine Dragons

Steve Rogers: "Mr. Brightside" - The Killers

Peter Parker: "Stronger Than Ever" - Raleigh Ritchie

Thor Odinson: "Home" - X Ambassadors, Bebe Rexha, and Machine Gun Kelly

Clint Barton: "SING" - My Chemical Romance

Natasha Romanoff: "Try" - P!NK

Bruce Banner: "Animal I Have Become" - Three Days Grace

Wanda Maximoff: "Barbies" - P!NK

Carol Danvers: "Starman" - David Bowie

Bucky Barnes: "My Demons" - Starset

James Rhodes: "Ain't Gonna Die Tonight" - Macklemore (Ft. Eric Nally)

Stephen Strange: "Wake Me Up" - Avicii

Pepper Potts: "Me, Myself, and I" - G*Eazy (Ft. Bebe Rexha)

Peter Quill: "Dancing In The Dark" - Bruce Springsteen

Scott Lang: "Let You Down" - Peking Duk

Vision: "To Be Human" - Sia (Ft. Labrinth)

Sam Wilson: "Human" - Rag 'n' Bone Man

Pietro Maximoff: "Pompeii" - Bastille

Wade Wilson: "C'Mon" - Ke$ha

Mantis: "Shooting Star" - Owl City

Nebula: "Gasoline" - Halsey

Gamora: "Rise" - Katy Perry

Drax: "Believer" - Imagine Dragons

Groot: "I Can See Clearly Now" - Jimmy Cliff

Rocket: "Courtesy Call" - Thousand Foot Krutch

T'Challa: "Lion" - Hollywood Undead

Shuri: "Paper Planes" - M.I.A.

Loki Laufeyson: "Monster" - Imagine Dragons

Yelena Belova: "Here We Go" - Chris Classic

Phil Coulson: "Tragic Endings" - Eminem (Ft. Skylar Hill)

Maria Hill: "I Won't Back Down" - Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers

Nick Fury: "The Phoenix" - Fall Out Boy

Gwen Stacy: "100 Bad Days" - AJR

MJ Watson: "Heart Full of Scars" - Rebecca Black

Harry Osborn: "Fences" - Paramore

Miles Morales: "Sunflower" - Post Malone & Swae Lee

Betty Brant: "Wish" - Trippie Redd

Glory Grant: "All of My Favorite Songs" - Weezer

Felicia Hardy: "GRRRLS" - AViVA

Ganke Lee: "Luv(sic)" - Nujabes (Ft. Shing02)

Michelle Jones: "Red Roses" - Lil Skies (Ft. Landon Cube)

Ned Leeds: "Good Day" - Jax Anderson (Ft. Curtis Roach & Mister Wives)

#marvel #mcu #the avengers #guardians of the galaxy #mcu characters #marvel characters #theme songs #playlist #music #in my opinion #my thoughts

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ao3feed-drstrange · 3 months ago

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elemental || p. parker

by poedamerongf After years in hostage, Ramona Banner is finally rescued from HYDRA by Earth's mightiest heroes. But after being presumed dead, how will she return to life like normal? Next of Kin: Book Two Words: 4040, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 2 of Next of Kin Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel, X-Men - All Media Types, Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV), The Defenders (Marvel TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Bruce Banner, James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton, Loki (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Pepper Potts, Peter Parker, Pietro Maximoff, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Scott Lang, Steve Rogers, Thor (Marvel), Tony Stark, Vision (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff, Jennifer Walters, Kamala Khan, Aunt May Parker (Marvel), Maria Hill, Nick Fury, Sharon Carter (Marvel), Leo Fitz, Jemma Simmons, Stephen Strange, Betty Brant, Flash Thompson, Michelle Jones (Marvel), Ned Leeds Relationships: Peter Parker/Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Fanfiction, First Love, Young Love, Teen Romance via https://ift.tt/NxwIsZS

#IFTTT #stephen strange #dr strange #marvel #sorcerer supreme #the avengers #ao3 #ao3feed

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beermanoftana · 5 years ago

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accio date! [bucky barnes x oc, peter parker x oc]

relationship: bucky barnes x jacqui pryde (oc), peter parker x rosie pryde (oc), slight duke pontmercy (oc) x betty brant

warnings: swearing; cheesy and annoying title, mistakes here and there

notes: just a random hogwarts au, i’ve always wanted to do one

summary: the yule ball is coming up and both bucky and peter don’t have dates

“Okay, so here’s the deal.”

The courtyard was filled with students and professors, some of them admiring the snowfall. Scarves with the colors of their respective Houses were wrapped around each of the students’ necks. Most of them were just waiting out the time, ready for the trip to Hogsmeade in a few hours.

Bucky Barnes groaned while Peter Parker looked up at Duke Pontmercy with a blank expression. Duke simply grinned at them as an idea that had formed in his head was waiting to burst, and he was glad he found his friends just when he was ready to spit it out.

“What?” Bucky asked.

Duke cleared his throat. “Okay, so Peter, when we get to Hogsmeade, bring Rosie to Honeydukes. You know she loves sweets, right?” Peter simply nodded; of course he knew. “I’m gonna pay for this huge bag of licorice wands, but as usual, you can’t say that it’s from me. When you get there, just ask Mr. Ambrosius for the package for Rosie from her friend. Then you give it to her.”

“And what happens if she asks who it’s from again?” Peter wondered, seeing the usual hole in Duke’s plan. “You know she’s always asking who’s been giving her all those love letters. The past few…weeks.”

Duke chuckled. “That, my friend, is up to you. Just never mention that it’s from me. Never mention that they’re from me.”

“You’re her best friend, she wouldn’t run away from you,” Peter said.

“Maybe. But that doesn’t matter. What matters is that you get her those licorice wands. Now,” Duke turned to Bucky, “about Jacqui…”

“Duke, I’ve told you countless times, I can ask Jacqui out myself.”

“Don’t you want any help?”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “It’s a simple question. If she says yes, then yes, if she says no, then no. Just that.”

“If she says yes, then yes,” Duke repeated. “If she says no, then I’m going to wallow in the darkness because the only person I’ve ever liked rejected me. Uh-huh, that’ll turn out quite well. Very simple.”

Bucky glared at him.

Duke raised his arms and said, “Okay, okay. If you don’t want my help then I won’t give it But my offer will stand until the very last minute.” He then turned to Peter. “You, however, I need you. You’re my wingman. My pal. My best friend. The one who will make all things possible. Are you still willing, Peter?”

Although what he’s been doing for Duke to get to Rosie has been hurting him, he didn’t hesitate to nod. If this means he gets to spend time with Rosie, then so be it. Not that he doesn’t spend enough time with her, but every moment counts.

When he told Jacqui about Duke’s plan and his response to it, the girl pointed out that Rosie liked him, which is why all he had to do was ask her behind Duke’s back. But Peter brushed it off and said that Duke was a better fit for her. And also, he would never go behind Duke’s back, what was Jacqui thinking?

“Good.” Duke grinned.

Bucky had noticed that Duke wasn’t wearing his scarf. “Aren’t you cold?”

“Hm? Not that much. It’s a pretty cool weather.” He shrugged. “But then again, I’ve always been thick-skinned.”

Bucky snorted at that.

“It’ll be cold in Hogsmeade,” Peter said.

“Hmm, you’re right.” Duke nodded. “Alright, I’m heading back. I’ll see you later. Peter, we’ll coordinate our time check before we get on the train, okay?”

“Sure.”

Once he had gone, Bucky grunted. “How do you stand that guy?”

“He’s Rosie’s best friend, and he isn’t that bad.”

“Of course he isn’t. Because he’s Rosie’s best friend.”

Peter ignored that. “I know you’re not too fond of him but he really is trying to help you with Jacqui. At least, those are his intentions.”

“I can handle Jacqui myself.”

“Oh sure you can,” Peter mocked. “Bucky, you’re the most feared student in all of Hogwarts. But you’re not a very…sociable and intimate person.”

“How would you know?” Bucky glared. “I happen to be friends with you and Duke,“ he paused, noticing Peter’s smirk and he realized what he had just said, "and Rosie,” he continued, “and even Jacqui. I think that’s considered sociable. And I’ve been…intimate.” Peter scrunched his nose. “I’m just…Jacqui is different. She’s smart, she’s beautiful, and she doesn’t fear me. She likes me not because I’m a challenge but because…”

“Because you’re a good friend.”

“Exactly. A good friend.”

Peter had no idea how Jacqui truly felt for Bucky. But what he did know was that she wasn’t interested in anyone at the moment. She’s had many suitors but none that fit her standards…some did, but they didn’t fit her sister’s standards. Sometimes Peter would think that maybe Rosie shipped her sister with Bucky, that’s not too surprising.

“You’ll never know until you try,” Peter said with a nervous laugh.

Later that day, as the Hogwarts students boarded the train to Hogsmeade, Bucky and Peter joined the Pryde sisters in their compartment. Rosie immediately asked where Duke was, knowing fully well that her best friend was spending much more time with the two men. Bucky shrugged and Peter guessed that he was with his Hufflepuff friends.

Some Slytherin girls passed by their compartment and, when they saw Bucky sitting inside, began giggling. Bucky ignored them despite them trying to get his attention. Jacqui looked up and shook her head. After a minute, they finally left.

“Don’t you guys see each other in your common room?” Jacqui confirmed. “They’re acting like you’re not in the same House.”

“They’re years below me. And I don’t stay in the common room that much. Too many people, too distracting.”

“I hope they’re not old enough for the Yule Ball,” Jacqui muttered.

There was a Yule Ball this year. The event isn’t done annually but Professor McGonagall decided to give the students a break. Only Fourth Years and above were allowed to participate. Peter, Duke and Rosie were lucky enough to be in their Fifth Years, while Jacqui was in her Sixth and Bucky in his Seventh.

“Speaking of,” Rosie started, “I heard Lorcan Scamander wants to ask you.”

Jacqui looked at her.

Lorcan and his twin brother Lyssander were her fellow Sixth Years. Lorcan was a Hufflepuff, and Rosie probably got that news from Duke. But what Rosie didn’t know was that Lyssander, Jacqui’s fellow Ravenclaw, wanted to ask the young Gryffindor to the ball.

“Did you or Duke hear that personally?” When Rosie shook her head, Jacqui told her the news about Lyssander.

“Are you serious?” Rosie gasped. “He’s cute and all, but I don’t want to go to the ball with him.”

Jacqui laughed. “Why not? He’s smart and, you said so yourself, cute. He’s a good classmate.”

Rosie stuck out her tongue. “He put a frog in my bag during my first year. Someone must have told him I don’t like frogs.”

“Well, it might have been a wild guess because it certainly wasn’t me.” Jacqui smiled.

After a moment of silence, Peter decided to talk about Honeydukes. “I heard they have this sale on licorice wands. Do you want to go, Rosie?”

“Yes!” Rosie answered without thinking. “I need those wands!”

“Jacqui and I can just wait for you in The Three Broomsticks,” Bucky said. “Unless you want to go, too?”

“I’m fine. I’m really craving some Butterbeer now.” She laughed. “Last one to sit on our spot buys?”

Bucky smirked. “Fine.”

They reached the village. As soon as Jacqui stepped down from the train, she took off to The Three Broomsticks. Bucky made no move to race her. Peter and Rosie knew that he’d always let her win.

“See ya in a bit,” Bucky said, and he brisk walked to where Jacqui was heading.

Peter and Rosie fell in step as they walked to Honeydukes which was on the other side. He checked his watch and nodded. Rosie shifted the position of her scarf. Peter noticed and offered her his matching scarlet and gold scarf. She shook her head.

“I’m so excited! I’ve been counting my money since you told me about sale,” she told him with a huge grin. “I’m going to save some for Butterbeers but–”

“Rosie,” Peter stopped her, “I don’t think it’s wise to spend a lot on licorice wands.” He frowned.

“Peter, they’re on sale. Of course it’s wise.” She smiled.

Peter smiled at the sight of that.

He then looked straight ahead and realized that Duke was just heading out of the store. He stopped in his tracks, holding onto Rosie’s hand as he did. She turned to face him and asked what was wrong. He stuttered, “I-I-I uh…I just…see…” He looked forward again and sighed in relief when Duke was far enough. “Nevermind,” he said and then began walking again.

Rosie raised an eyebrow. “Strange.”

When they arrived in Honeydukes, Peter brought her to the side and told her to wait for him. She tried to argue, saying that she wanted to buy the wands before they ran out but he instructed her to stay put. He went upfront and conversed with Mr. Ambrosius. The owner nodded and produced three bags. Peter smiled and nodded. He returned to her spot and handed it over to her.

“For you,” he said.

Rosie tilted her head. “Oh? What’s this?” She reached for one bag and opened it. “Licorice wands! And so many of them!”

“Two more bags.” Peter raised them.

“Did you buy them for me?” she asked.

“Ehrm…your secret admirer did.” He shifted his weight to his other leg.

“And who might that be?” Rosie grinned.

He shrugged. “Beats me. I’m just the liaison. I heard though,” he swallowed, “that he wants to ask you to the Yule Ball.”

“Oh. Is that so?” Rosie looked anywhere but at him. “Have you asked anyone to the Yule Ball yet, Peter? Or have an idea on who to ask?” she pried. There was a smile on her face even as she took bites of her licorice.

Peter shook his head. “I haven’t asked anyone yet. But I do want to ask this girl, but…” he trailed off. Rosie looked at him, waiting for him to continue. “I think she’s going to go with someone else.”

“You only think, Peter. You don’t know yet. You won’t know until you ask.”

Peter thought about that, his gears spinning. He wanted so bad to take her advice, to ask her to the Yule Ball while Duke hasn’t made his official move. But he couldn’t do that to Duke, not to Rosie’s best friend. Not to Rosie. “It’s fine, really. Don’t mind it. I’ll still go to the ball, but if I end up going alone, well…at least I’ll be able to dance with whomever I want.” He chuckled, not seeing the slight frown on his friends’ face.

"You mean, you can’t choose between Liz and MJ.” She was only half-teasing, the other half was disappointed.

Peter shrugged and laughed softly. “If that’s what you want to call it.”

Rosie took a bite of her licorice and snapped it angrily. Peter noticed, but before he could say anything, she covered it up. “That was kind of a hard one.”

Meanwhile, Bucky and Jacqui were having a good time chatting and reminiscing, with some laughter here and there as they thought about past shenanigans.

“Remember when you found out that I was a Muggle Born?” Jacqui started, a giggle escaping from her lips. “You said you wanted nothing to do with me. Yet…” she smirked, an eyebrow raised.

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Okay, I get it. I made a mistake.” A very stupid mistake he might add. “I was only twelve. Mom and Dad still thought that Purebloods were superior. They still do,” he raised his eyebrows slightly, his voice softer. “I’ve seen…the error…of my ways.”

“How about the time you met Peter and Duke?” This time, a laugh. “You didn’t mind Rosie because she was my sister, but that face you made when the two boys thought you were their instant friend as well!”

“I regret getting out of bed that day,” Bucky huffed. But a small smile appeared on his face. Peter and Duke were good friends. They, including Rosie, didn’t care about what people thought about him. To them, Bucky was cool and a good friend as well.

“You love them. You love us.”

Bucky was the only Pureblood in the group. His parents came from a line of silent Voldemort supporters. And having Muggle Born friends like the sisters, and Half-Blood ones like Peter and Duke, he was considered a shame.

But Jacqui was right, that didn’t stop him from loving his friends. At some point in his life, despite his constant irritation with Duke, the rambles of Peter, the spoiled and bratty antics of Rosie, and the endless chatter of Jacqui, he knew he had found his true friends.

Whatever was thought about him, it didn’t stop him from loving the Muggle Born Jacqui Pryde.

“Uh, Jacqui, I’ve been meaning to ask you,” he started. She looked at him attentively and he was just about to ask her to the ball when Peter and Rosie showed up.

“I’m gonna kill you, Parker,” he muttered. Merlin knows that if he ever cursed on Rosie, Jacqui would have his head.

“What was that?” Peter looked at him as he slid beside him.

“Nothing,” Bucky said with gritted teeth.

Rosie had shown her sister the goodie bags she received. “From my secret admirer,” she said.

Jacqui looked up at Peter as Rosie continued to ramble about the candy. “Wonder who that could be,” she said thoughtfully. When Rosie had finished talking, Jacqui turned back to Bucky and asked what he had wanted to say.

Peter seemed to realize what they had interrupted as his lips formed an ‘O’. “Shoot,” he murmured. “Sorry.”

Bucky pursed his lips. “It’s nothing, nevermind.”

“It sounded important,” Jacqui said.

“No, no.” He shook his head. “Don’t worry about it.” And he lazily placed his elbow on the table and let his head fall on his palm.

It’s been two days since their trip to Hogsmeade. Christmas vacation had officially started. Which means the days are getting closer and closer to the date of the ball.

Peter had been flying around with his broom in the field. Usually, he’d ask Rosie to come with since they would practice chasing each other around; they were, after all, Chasers on the Quidditch team. Sometimes Duke would join them as well, as he, too, was a Chaser on his team.

There were some other Quidditch members around him, mostly sticking to themselves as they tried out new strategies for future games. Peter had asked for permission to fly in the field, with his excuse that he wanted to keep his physique good. Although it was obviously a lie they let him be.

He wasn’t really thinking about anything. It was more like he was in a trance, but not spaced out enough to not see where he was going. But from time to time he would ask himself why he’s helping Duke when he wanted Rosie for himself. At some point, he sighed and would go back to flying around aimlessly.

Suddenly, he saw Duke waving at him from the bleachers. He flew to him and wondered what he was doing there.

“Here are some gerberas,” Duke handed the bouquet to him, “they’re her favorite.” Yes, he knew. “Don’t tell her they’re from me. She’s coming around soon. Thanks, Peter!” And with that, he left the Chaser flying with the flowers.

“Hey! Peter!”

He snapped out of his thoughts and looked down. Rosie was floating up towards him, a huge smile on her face. He lowered his hands.

“Rosie.”

“You didn’t bother asking me to join you?”

“You told me yesterday that there was a good book you were reading.”

She shrugged. “Yeah, well, it can wait. It isn’t due for awhile. So what were you thinking about?”

He blushed. “Nothing. What brings you here?” He tried to change the subject.

“Duke said to meet him out here.” She looked around for him. “Maybe I’m too early.” It was only then that she noticed the flowers. “Oh. Who for?”

Peter swallowed. “For you." He gave them to her and she received it eagerly.

"Gerberas! How’d you know, Peter?”

“Oh, um…they’re from your secret admirer.”

“Again?” Rosie grinned. “That’s so sweet.” She brought it to her nose and sniffed. “They’re beautiful. Ooh, the girls will be so jealous!”

Peter smiled.

“Hey, Pete. Do you think this secret admirer will finally ask me to go to the Yule Ball with them soon?”

Peter frowned. “Yeah, he…just told me so.”

“Will you please tell me who he is,” she pleaded. “I’ll pretend to be surprised!”

Although Peter wanted to expose Duke so that they can finally get it over with, he still didn’t. Duke will say when it’s time to reveal himself. “Sorry, Ro. A secret admirer is a secret admirer.”

Rosie frowned. “You really don’t get it, do you?”

And oh Peter really didn’t.

While Peter and Rosie were chatting in the field, Bucky had found Duke walking by the halls. He quickened his pace and fell in step with the Hufflepuff student.

“Greetings.” Duke turned his head to Bucky. “What can I do for you?”

Bucky pursed his lips and didn’t answer for a moment. Finally, he said, “I need your help with Jacqui.”

Duke smirked. “Finally decided to ask for my–”

“Don’t push it, Pontmercy.”

Duke snickered. “Okay, so tell me what your initial plans were.”

“It was simple. Get her alone, talk about random things and just ask her to go with me.”

Duke sighed. “Okay, we can go with that. You’re a simple guy, we can do it. We’ll go with that.” A sly smile appeared on his face. “Or…”

“Or…?” Bucky pressed on.

He shook his head. “No, nothing. Nevermind. Just an idea. Now, let’s look for her. She could be in the library. While her sister is out on the field, she’s indoors.”

Three days have passed. Bucky hasn’t succeeded in asking Jacqui, while Peter continued to help Duke with his plans. Duke, however, has been in good spirits.

“Everything will work out, I promise.” He would say to both of them when they would question him. To him, they pretty much had no faith. He was trying to help them, results will come. All in due time.

One day, both Bucky and Duke were walking along the hallway. Although both hadn’t had dates yet, Duke insisted that Bucky wear a Muggle suit.

“Jacqui would wear something a Muggle would wear.”

“We’re in an age where we can wear whatever we want. I’m wearing my father’s dress coat.”

“You won’t look good wearing something like that with the smartest girl in Hogwarts who also happens to be very beautiful.” Duke shrugged. “But Lorcan will probably wear something that’ll match her.”

Then Duke stopped in his tracks. He smirked. Showtime.

“Oh look, there’s Lorcan and Jacqui now,” he whispered and pointed to the said two who were in the middle of the hallway. Bucky looked up to see them talking. “Based on his body movements, he’s about to ask her to be his date to the–”

“Jacqui.” Bucky whispered. But everyone had turned to look at him. Including Lorcan and Jacqui. He realized then that he might have, could have…maybe he actually did yell her name instead.

Duke looked at him expectantly.

Well, no turning back now.

“Jacqui,” he repeated, his voice a little louder than earlier. Or at least, what he thought was louder than earlier. Maybe he was whispering this time.

Everyone was looking at him now, waiting for what he was about to say.

He swallowed. “Do you want to go to the ball with me?”

“I’m sorry what was that?” Duke asked. Tilting his head, allowing his ears to go closer. “I don’t think I caught that.”

So he was whispering. Or maybe Duke was just playing with him. Yeah, probably it.

“Do you want to go to the ball with me?” Bucky’s voice boomed. Duke did the same gesture but he just hit him lightly. “Do you want to go to the ball with me?”

Jacqui’s eyes crinkled as she grinned. “Yes!” She passed the confused Lorcan out of the way and skipped to Bucky and Duke. “Yes, Bucky, I’d love to go with you!”

Bucky sighed in relief.

“So much for simple,” Duke said with a smirk. He walked away with a smile on his face as the two talked. He heard whispers around him but he simply shushed those he could.

Who knew the most feared student in school would ask out the girl he likes in the fucking hallway?

Meanwhile, Peter was walking along just two halls down. That’s when he saw Duke. He was just about to call out to him, ask what the next plan was (because he might as well get things over with) when he noticed he was talking to a girl.

He knew her, a Ravenclaw girl a year below them.

He walked over to them, not even bothering to be discreet. He put his hands in his pocket and positioned himself behind Duke.

“Well, what do you say, Betty?” Duke asked the girl.

Ah. Betty Brant. That was her name.

She smiled. "Thank you, Duke. I’d love to go with you.”

“Great!” he exclaimed. “Sorry for holding you up. My friend just asked our other friend to the ball and I felt a surge of courage. It was all thanks to me, of course.”

Betty giggled. “You have to tell me all your stories, Duke. I’ve heard a lot about you.” She paused. “I’ll talk to you later, okay? Ned will lecture me if I’m late again.”

“Right, of course.” Duke nodded. Betty bid another farewell and left. He watched her go before spinning around and came face to face with Peter.

“Thought you wanted to ask Rosie to the ball.”

“Oh, Parker, you just don’t get it do you.” Duke sighed.

Peter blinked. “What?” Now where did he hear that before.

Duke shrugged. “Go tell her then.”

“Tell her what?”

His companion smirked. “Everything.”

Peter nodded. “You’re right, I think I will.” And he ran off to find Rosie.

As usual, he didn’t see the grin on Duke’s face. “Go get her, Parker.”

Finally, Peter found her in the Great Hall eating a slice of cake. He walked over to her and sat across. “They’re from Duke,” he admitted. “They’re all from Duke. The love letters, the licorice wands, those gerberas. Duke. All Duke.”

“What?” Rosie asked, the fork still in between her lips.

“All those secret admirer stuff. They were all Duke’s. But I saw him ask Betty Brant to the ball. I don’t know what he’s playing at but obviously, you’ll both know if he’s two-timing. I’m just saying, that when he makes his move, even if he is your best friend, I think you should say no, Rosie.”

Rosie tilted her head. “I’ve always known that Duke wanted to ask Betty, Peter. He’s liked her for so long.”

Peter blinked. “But…but he said he wanted to ask you. That’s why I went through all that trouble for him!”

Rosie rolled her eyes. “For a smart guy, you can be really dumb, you know that, Parker.”

“What?”

“Duke’s been helping you to ask me out. He’s been doing all those gestures so that you can feel threatened and ask me to the Yule Ball. Don’t you see why he’s been so secretive about being my supposed secret admirer, as you called him. He has no plans on asking me, Peter. And even if he did, I wouldn’t accept it.”

“But why?” Peter wondered. “You two are perfect for each other.”

“Oh please, we’re like siblings.” Rosie shook her head. “And he’s not…he’s not the one I have a crush on anyway.” She blushed and looked away. “He’s not you.”

“Me?” he gasped.

Rosie pouted, her eyes furrowed, and hit him gently. “Yes you. Merlin’s beard, Parker, why do you have to be so dense.”

"I’m not…I’m not dense,” he defended. “And…” he began to blush, “I have a crush on you, too.”

“I guess that means that–”

“We’re boyfriend and girlfriend now?” he intervened.

Rosie wanted to tease him, to tell him that she was gonna say something else. But the look on his face was hopeful, she didn’t want to crush him. She smiled. “I guess so.”

The ball was tonight. With all five friends being in different Houses, except for Peter and Rosie (but obviously…), they couldn’t help one another prepare.

But as soon as the sister saw each other in the hall, they squealed and ran to one another.

“Gorgeous!”

“Beautiful as ever!”

Peter had come out later than Rosie. When some of his fellow Gryffindors told him that his date already ran out, he frowned and was slightly hurt. Rosie didn’t wait for him.

“She’s playing hard to get,” someone said jokingly. “Go get her!”

Peter stumbled out of the common room and asked around if they had seen his girlfriend.

Finally, he saw her by the stairs of the Great Hall. He moved closer and was immediately speechless. She’s always been beautiful, this was just…well, what was it, actually?

When he finally found the courage to walk closer, he tapped her on the shoulder. As soon as he did, she turned around and grinned at him. “Hey,” she said.

“You…uh…didn’t wait for m-me,” he stammered, looking down at the ground.

She smirked. “I’m not supposed to wait for my date.”

He smiled sheepishly, a blush forming in his cheeks. “Sorry, May n-never tau-taught me h-how to tie my tie.”

She giggled. She took a step back and twirled around. “Well? What do you think?”

Jacqui chuckled. “I think his way of talking to you kind of gives it away. Don’t you think?”

He grinned and reached for Rosie’s hand. “You’re beautiful. Just like always.”

Rosie pouted. “Not even the slightest bit more beautiful?”

Peter leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on her lips. “You are always going to be the most beautiful person in the world for me.”

Jacqui cleared her throat. “That might be something you could say and do when the girl’s older sister isn’t around. And this is your first date, so…”

Peter and Rosie turned to look at her but she just had a cheeky grin on her face. “Wanna go ahead? I’m just waiting for Bucky.”

Another person cleared their throat. It was deeper this time. It sent shivers up Jacqui’s spine. “I heard my name.”

Bucky appeared from behind them wearing a Muggle’s tux. “Hey.”

“Thought you weren’t gonna wear a tux,” Jacqui said, a smile on her lips.

He gave a small smile. “I wanna match with my date. Or she could be running to someone who does.”

Rosie grinned. “Didn’t know you had it in you, Bucky.”

“Let’s just all go to the ball. Come on,” Bucky urged, “let’s have some fun.”

The rest agreed and they walked inside the Great Hall in pairs.

Unbeknownst to them, Duke had been hiding behind and was grinning from ear to ear. “You go, guys.”

“Duke?”

He looked up and saw Betty smiling at him. “Hey.”

“Your friends are really doing well, aren’t they?”

He slipped out from his hiding place and saw the four by the dessert table. Typical Rosie. “Yeah, they are, and I’m proud of them.” He smiled at her. “Shall we join them?”

She nodded. “I’d like that.”

They headed inside to join the rest.

And all was well.

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Spider-Man: Home Under Fire, Chapter 27: Found

For Peter and MJ, there is a road to reconciliation. Unfortunately, for them, it’s a long road littered with many an obstacle, ranging from old foes and a new enemy with a familiar face to personal issues that have gone unresolved for years. All the while, they'll have to contend with a conspiracy to undermine the vigilante community of New York.

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Summary: When May and Peter fall into debt after Ben's death, Peter knows he has to do something. His intrusive thoughts and determination to help his aunt leads him to become Relic, one of Queens' street racing's biggest mysteries. He knows Ben would be disappointed in him, but he can't leave May to drown in the debt. Though his guilt eats at him and his friends and family are concerned for him, he has to keep going. Right?

Chapter Summary: May is worried about Peter

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trumai-jpg · 11 months ago

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SPECTACULAR

Chapter 2: Friendly Neighbourhood Spider-Woman (1/2)

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Summary:

A week after her performance at Max Dillon's club, Gwen ends up meeting with a bizarre villian she's never met before, though their interaction ends up being rather anti climactic while she's in a hurry to meet up with her bandmates back at the school.

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As you could see, the life of a Superhero wasn't the most glamorous thing in the world, but for the first time in a while… something didn't go wrong. The Mary Jane’s played three full songs down at Max Dillon’s club, and sure - it wasn't anything fantastic but it was progress. The whole thing was more of an excuse to hang out- well that's how it stared. After what happened to Peter, Gwen and Mary Jane started to play together, just to sorta… think about something else? They've been friends for years, Glory and Betty came in later but Em Jay and her were the original pair. Guess that makes her the co-creator, huh? She certainly didn't act like it with how often she missed their deadlines… oh please, they usually spent their time in the music room goofing around for an hour or two and maybe playing a song or two. Though it has been a week now since their performance- maybe that'd get the group to start taking all of this more seriously… now, yet that would have to come later. This was supposed to be her day off too- though in the city that never sleeps, guess that goes for crime too, huh? Gwen, or rather Spider-Woman had found herself in the middle of a construction site, squatting down on a column set up by the workers. Buckets of cement and unfinished bricks laid out across a square of land deep in the heart of Manhattan, she stared down at a man, one who had scared off the whole crew, destroying anything in his way, just a rampage through the city… that must sound pretty intimidating, right? Maybe it's The Lizard! I hear you wondering, or- oh! Maybe Doctor Octopus, right? Well unfortunately for all of us it wasn't anybody like that, and Gwen’s confusion spoke for itself.

“Uhh-... I- I don't even know what to say about this one, dude.”

Her Lenses squinted in on this figure before her. He stood at over eight feet tall, but bear with me here-... He was more brick than body, no arms whatsoever as his face screamed out in a texture of hardened clay, with a body the shape of a rectangle. This was The Wall, and he was desperate to fight Spider-Woman… she was having such a good day, too.

“So brick brain, this how you get your kicks?” Spider-Woman laughed, arms crossed as she let her body fall forward, landing effortlessly on her feet with this mammoth of a man in front of her. “Alright…”

“Huh- OH!” Seemed like he was a smidge surprised to see her. “Uh- yeah! You're damn right I do!” The Wall shouted back, his voice deep and distorted. “The wall-crawling freak! I was starting to wonder when you would show!” His foot slammed into the ground, echoing out the lot as he struggled to keep this full wall of a body upright.

“Ah yeah, I had class- my bad.” If it wasn't obvious enough by the more than filled backpack barely staying attached with two stretches of fabric over her arms, filled with notebooks, her phone- plus those clothes she has to throw off everytime some new bad guy shows up.

“Well you listen here, this is one wall you'll never climb!” It seemed like this guy was just ignoring every word to come out of Gwen’s mouth. “Just try it! Try and lay a finger on me!”

Spider-Woman was just… baffled, and honestly wouldn't you be too? Sure, she's dealt with some weirdos but this was just bizarre. “How do I always meet the strangest men…” She whispered to herself, before readying a fist. “Alright man, you asked for it…” Was this guy just waiting on her to do something? It was impossible to tell what his intent was here- why'd he even want to fight her?! What- was she the reason he was… bitten by a radioactive wall, what the fuck- right? No matter the reason, with all the time in the world, Gwen held the fabric around her fist tight, balled up into a fist- all before bludgeoning her own hand against The Wall’s… skin? No matter what it was it hurt like hell, and it barely chipped him.

“FUCK- OW!” Spider-Woman screamed, shaking the wrist that she punched the man with- that was real brick! Why the hell did-... It's fine, it's whatever! “Agh-! That... Smarts.” With an annoyed look through the mask, she stared down the wall, still with any number of broken finger bones- ow…

“HAH!” The Wall yelled. “I told you so! Now- you'll experience the unending rage of the Wall…!” Gwen grimaced, her hands on her hips as it looked like he was about to just-... Fall on her, what- she pushed both palms against The Wall, keeping him upright.

“Wh- why? Why though?”

“What do you… mean?”

“I don't know what happened to you, but I didn't cause it so like- what's the… what's the deal, seriously.” She sounded a tad exasperated, but in reality, it was all just confusion.

“W-Well- I couldn't exactly keep living normally like this!” He yelled back.

“So?! Those two things aren't mutually exclusive! You don't HAVE to-... Alright, look- can we not just take a minute and talk about this?!”

“Why would I ever talk with you?!”

“BECAUSE THIS IS INSANE!” Gwen’s eyes were bulging out of her mask, hands out at either side of her body in an attempt to give some scope to The Wall about how moronic this all really felt.

“I-... Mgh...”

And so

They found a bench.

One that could handle the weight of an eight-foot-tall brick man. The Spider-Woman and The Wall sat side by side on a bench just near the construction site in a park, and yes- people stared, by God did people stare. The hero in white tilted her head to The Wall. It was actually a pretty nice day, even with her hand a tad mangled.

“...People are looking.” The Wall whispered.

“Ah- pshhh, don't mind them. Look- they're staring cuz of me, not you.” Oh, what's a white lie in the grand scheme of things.“Anyway, why are you… scaring off people and- trying to destroy buildings, what's the deal.” This wasn't Gwen trying to stall for time or anything, I mean why would she- this is The Wall. Even if she couldn't punch it, it's not like taking him down would take a particular amount of effort.

“I guess, I- I’m angry.” He sighed. Gwen would be too if she was a wall-...

Pffft,

Gwen snickered, against her better judgment.

“Hey!” His ‘face’ contorted in anger, leaning closer on Gwen while this steel bench they found themselves on creaked under the weight. “Don't laugh!” He shouted

“I’m not!” Her eyes, or- lenses were wide open, with both hands up as a sign of surrender, until he eventually backed off. “How did it actually happen though, like, did you fall in a vat of electric bricks, giant welder, big bucket of clay-”

“Stop.”

“Nono, c’mon, one more–” She insisted.

“I was crushed under a bunch of bricks.” He admitted, under his breath with an embarrassed tone.

Spider-Woman was more just in shock. “That CAN'T be true- no way-” She snickered. “You did NOT!” She insisted… she really wasn't trying to be insensitive but how is that even possible…? “No FUCKING way!” He just, fell under a bunch of bricks and became… The Wall! Speaking of which- “Look… all that aside, do you have a name? Like an actual name- I don't wanna keep having to call you ‘The Wall.’”

He sighed, leaning back on the bench with yet another creek. “Yeah, uh- Joshua.”

“Joshua! Hey, isn't that so much more humanising than The-goddamn-Wall!” She pat his back while speaking, or-... Where a back would be. “I guess I sorta see where you're coming from- I mean what do you even do in a situation like that?” She laughed a little again, but gave Joshua’s side a small slap, despite him being unable to feel it. “That's not an excuse to go on a tantrum around the city though, man!” She sighed again, leaning back with him, both arms casually sat behind the bench. “I don't think you're a bad dude or anything Joshua, you just… seem like you had a psycho episode or something. After turning into a wall-” She cleared her throat. “But hey man, maybe things aren't-... So bad? You're pretty sturdy, right.”

Joshua chuckled. “And a Wall.”

“Well, let's try and stay on the positives, yeah?” Spider-Woman gave a friendly wink through those massive white lenses. “I know it isn't… even remotely the same thing, but I wasn't always like this either.” That seemed to get his attention, turning as far as he could to face the bug-eyed hero. “Yeah, uh- freak accident actually. We had this school trip to Oscorp– I… knew a guy who was, close with the guy in charge there-” Gwen coughed, continuing on. “Turns out - they're making these genetically modified spiders. One got out, bit me- riiight here.” She raised up her hand, pointing to a spot near the bottom of her thumb. “Rest is history.”

“I… always figured you were a mutant.” Joshua chuckled again. “At least you got lucky with yours- I don't have any arms.”

“Maybe you can become famous. Or like… maybe they could crash monster trucks into you on TV, I dunno.” Josh laughed again. It seemed like he was at least getting a little better, he was just scared shitless it seemed. As the two were talking a beep could be heard from pretty close by… oh! Her backpack. Spider-Woman was quick to stick her hand in, feeling some denim, an old shirt, notebooks, pens- aha! Her phone. It wasn't anything overly impressive and there were any number of cracks along the screen, it kinda came with the territory. With a click of the taped-on power button, the screen barely lit up to reveal a text message from Betty, huh? Not the worst one it could've been. The text read as follows:

B.B:

‘where r u???’

“Ahhh! Right- rightright-” Gwen muttered, gaining Joshua’s attention in the process.

‘5 mins away xoxo’

She frantically typed through the fabric of her suit

“Everything good?” Even looking like he did, Josh still went through the effort to act kind, that… surprised Gwen.

“Yeah- yeah man, just… my friends, I was supposed to be at practice like twenty minutes ago.” Standing on her own two feet, and picking up her luggage- she turned back to this new friend of hers. The Wall. He was just… sorta down to earth actually.

“Ah, sorry to keep you.”

“Oh- no man, it's not your fault.” Gwen reassured.

“Yeah, it is.” Yeahh, it was.

“Well hey Josh, I know I wasn't- that helpful but if you want some real help take this advice. Head down to the station and ask for Captain Stacy.”

“But I–”

“Yeah- yeahyeah, I know. Just don't bother with any of the others, this city’s police department stinks… but that's why you gotta head to Stacy.” God. What was she doing? “I can't say that he can get your arms back or anything but he won't be freaked out by you. It'll be for the better, I like to think.”

“Mh… you sure?” It made her mad that she was so sure. “Seems risky.”

“Listen, just don't commit any more crimes, and-... Don't mention my name once you get in there, we have never met. For all intents and purposes you do not know Spider-Woman!... Kay?” She was expressive with her hand movements, backing away in the direction of the school.

Joshua sighed. “...Alright. If you're sure.”

“Yesss! See Josh, not everything is terrible– seriously, don't commit any crimes, I am SO busy!” Gwen clapped both hands together before turning her back completely, getting a running start across the park before pushing down on her palm with a pair of homemade webshooters bringing her up and off of the ground as within seconds she was airborne, zipping from one skyscraper to another as she swung in the direction of Midtown High School.

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remarcely · 1 year ago

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What Would Spider-Man Do?- Remarcely AO3 [MCU Spider-Man Fanfic]

A high-pitched ringing filled Neds ears as he slowly came to, hands fumbling on either side to pull himself up from where he was laying. He hissed, fingertips brushing against broken glass shards just hard enough to break the skin. He cracked his eyes open and neared on choking at the carnage around him.

They were still on the bus, though it can’t be said the bus was the right way up. It had skidded off the road on its side, the windows shattering down on the inside, and the now-ceiling above them was dented in. Ned could hear shouting and crashes not too far away. It was a safe bet to guess there had been collateral damage.

He hauled himself up and brushed the glass splinters from his clothes. Ned turned to find Peter and give him a hand up as well, but in the midst of their classmates he couldn’t find him. That was, until he heard a shout two rows down from him. Ned stumbled towards the crying- it was Chrissy, the newest member of the Decathlon team, it was supposed to be her first competition- to find three of his teammates crowded around Peter.

His head was bleeding. Hopefully it was worse than it looked, Ned had read about head wounds before, weren’t they supposed to bleed a whole bunch? Chrissy was half holding him up, keeping Peters head from touching what could only be described as a mound of bloody glass beneath him, and was frantically shaking him. He wasn’t responding, practically a ragdoll, and if it weren’t for their other classmates hurriedly checking his pulse, Ned likely would have been panicking too.

“He’s just knocked out,” Betty sighed in relief “Can anyone find a first aid kit? We’ve got to do something for the bleeding.”

“I think I have a travel one in my bag.” Abraham mumbled and staggered through the wreckage of the bus to find his backpack. A few other people went to help him, even Flash doing so without any prompting, and a silent agreement settled upon the group.

“Is anyone else hurt?” Betty called out, helping Chrissy carry Peter to a safer spot.

There was a groan at the back of the bus and Michelle waved her hand up from around one of the chairs “Oh fuck.” She stood up in a dazed state, wincing as she pulled a couple shards from her hair “What the hell hit us?”

She looked up at the now very open window frames on the now-ceiling and narrowed her eyes. MJ climbed onto the sides of the chairs, sneakers almost slipping on the fabric on her first step, and hauled herself up to look around.

It could only be described as a gigantic metal ball on even larger spider legs. It had one leg puncturing the bridge in front of them, another in the river, and the final few being shot at with laser beams by one Iron Man. He was the only hero on the scene, or at least the only one she could spot.

“What do you see?” Ned called up.

“Uh.” Michelle glanced down at him with wide eyes “Nothing good. Tin can is on the scene, he seems to be doing fine at keeping whatever that is away from where we are.” Her eyes moved past him to the very bloody unconscious Peter, Ned following her gaze.

“Yeah, I don’t think Spider-Man is going to be showing up to help anytime soon.” He mumbled under his breath.

“He saved my life.” Michelle stared at Peter, hand gripping the metal frame of the window with white knuckles “When we got hit, I was sat right there and he jumped out to shield me with his own body, like a fucking moron.”

“Found it!” Abe held the tiny green bag above his head, waving it about as he struggled back across the bus.

Betty reached out and took it, unzipping the bag to rummage around inside “Anyone have scissors?”

“Here.” Michelle fished them from her school bag, putting them in Bettys waiting hand “We need to get off the bus, can anyone find the teachers? The driver?”

“Uh, the driver hit the steering wheel in front of her but she’s breathing alright.” Flash called back from the front of the bus “I can’t see Mr Harrington. I think I need to cut the driver’s seatbelt, it’s all jammed.”

Ned took an unsteady breath and covered his face with his hands “Come on man,” He whispered quietly, more to himself than anything “What would Spider-Man do?”

“We fell onto the fucking door, damn it.” Abe groaned and stomped on the sliding doors in frustration.

“Let’s use the emergency hatch and the broken windows,” Ned spoke up and strode towards the hatch, clicking it open with a heave “Betty, you and Chrissy carry Peter out and find some cover. Flash and Abe, get the driver. MJ and I will grab our bags and look for Mr Harrington.”

For once not putting up an argument, everyone did as they were directed. Betty hooked her arms around Peters chest while Chrissy took the legs, shuffling to the exit. Abe pulled a Swiss army knife from his backpack- which he had for a concerning but very lucky reason- and cut through the seatbelt as Flash lifted the driver out of the seat in a surprising display of strength. MJ grabbed their bags, hooking the straps over one arm, and began chucking them out of the open window.

Ned ignored his own backpack, heading straight for Peters to find his phone. He struggled for a minute, unwinding the headphones Peter had wrapped around the sides, and let out a small sigh of relief when the phone switched on without a hitch. He tapped in the password and went to the contacts, finding ‘Mr Stark’ under favourited, ignoring the four missed calls and what he could only assume was a scathing voice message. Ned left the headphones in and dialled the number.

“Come on.” All bags and passengers evacuated, MJ had climbed onto the top of the bus and held down a hand for Ned.

He took it and the two of them stood on the side of the school bus, watching the fight from a not-so-safe distance. After one more ring, the call was answered with a tiny beep.

“Oh, now you pick up.” There was a loud sound through the phone and Ned watched as something exploded on the outside of the metal thing “Not a great time, kid.”

“Hi Mr Stark, I know we haven’t talked before but I’m Peters friend, Ned-”

“Uh huh, sure you are. Mind passing the phone over to Pete?”

“Um, Peters a little too unconscious to come to the phone right now.”

“He’s what?”

“Unconscious. He got hit on the head and it’s bleeding a whole ton.”

“Jesus Christ, call an ambulance! I’m busy right now.”

“I- uh- know. We were on a trip for a Decathlon competition and the bus got hit by the weird metal spider-ball thing. Peter must have sensed it with his tingle thing and took the brunt force or something.”

MJ cursed under her breath, pointing out the crumpled form of Mr Harrington a short distance from the bus, and jumped off the bus to go help.

“Shit. I guess that means no backup. You said you’re on the bus.” For a brief moment, Iron Man stopped in mid-air to look around “Yeah, I see you. Get far away from the bridge, I’ll call someone and have you all evacuated. You said Peter’s out?”

Ned turned to look down at Betty and Chrissy, carrying Peter between them “Oh yeah, big time.”

Mr Starks sigh came through a little computerised on the call and muttered “That kid, I swear.” He cleared his throat and continued in a louder voice “He should have his suit with him, take one of the web shooters and keep it on his wrist, that’ll measure most of his vitals. Keep out of the way, stick with your class, and don’t try playing hero. Capeesh?”

“Yes-” The call ended.

“He’s okay!” MJ shouted up from the ground, dragging Mr Harrington in the direction of their classmates “Get your ass down here before you hurt yourself.”

“Coming!” Ned moved to the roof of the bus and half-slid down the curve. He scooped up all of the bags and ran over to the group.

Flash darted back, helping MJ carry their teacher the rest of the way, and jerked his head at the fight “What is that thing?”

“Why would I know, Eugene?” She shot back, the two of them dumping Mr Harrington on the ground next to the group.

Betty turned to Mr Harrington, checking for any blood “He’s hit the back of his head, someone give me a torch to check his eyes.” Abe passed her his phone, the torch turned on, and crouched down to help look over their teacher.

Ned ignored them, moving to sit down by Peter. His head was bandaged and Betty had moved him into the recovery position. He sat and stared, for a few agonising seconds, as Peter didn’t move other than the slow rise and fall of his chest, before remembering himself. Ned rummaged through Peters bag again, using his body to hide it as he dug down for the Spider-Man suit. He fumbled around as he looked for the web shooters, finally finding one pinned beneath a maths folder, and unclipped it to slide up Peters sleeve.

“How is he?” MJ kicked Ned lightly with her shoe.

“He’s doing alright. Mr Stark said he was calling for backup.” He picked at his shoelaces. There was a red mark on the toe- blood- and he had no idea who it had come from.

“What the hell are we supposed to do?” She muttered angrily under her breath.

“He said to stay put and out of the way.” Ned looked to his own bag on the pile and grabbed the strap, yanking it closer. Unzipping the main pocket, he found his miraculously unscathed laptop. He looked back to the Spider-Man suit “He also said not to play hero.”

“Hypocritical, coming from him.” Michelle scoffed and sat next to him “What are you going to do?”

Ned fumbled for the mask and a long wire from Peters bag. He connected the two, tucked the mask out of sight, and joined the wire to his laptop as it slowly booted up “Something stupid, probably. If I can access Karen, I can use her to get a better view on things up there. Then, if I can do that- well, that looks like a lot of machinery to me, someone has to control it.”

“Yeah. It’d be pretty stupid to still be inside it, too, so there’d have to be some sort of wireless connection to pilot it.” MJ nodded slowly, catching on.

“Exactly.” Ned muted his laptop, just in case, and pulled up Karens file. He opened up a text chat with the AI and in a few minutes had the nearest CCTV to the fight pulled up.

“Oh damn,” A voice spoke from over their shoulder and Ned hurriedly shoved Peters bag even further shut by putting his foot on top “That is one big mother fucker.”

“Uh-”

Abe leaned closer to get a better look and a few other team members glanced their way “You said you could hijack the signal?”

“Mhm.” Ned swallowed hard.

“You need a hand tracking it down?” Abe retrieved a small tablet from his own bag, which hadn’t been so lucky in the crash and had a crack reaching across the screen “There’s going to be a bunch of signals from Iron Mans drones and stuff, I can help you narrow it down no problem.”

Abe sat across from Ned on the concrete and pulled up some homemade software, fingers tapping at lightning speed through connections. In less than a minute, he had it, and passed the Tablet to Ned to get a better look.

Michelle watched the two tech nerds work away and took Peters phone again. She scrambled up and walked a good few paces away. ‘What would Spider-Man do?’ That’s what Ned had mumbled earlier, right? Well, Spider-Man would go to Mr Stark with his kickass plan, that’s what.

The phone ringed out again until it was answered.

“I’m a little busy right now Ted, so unless Peter’s awake-”

“The metal thing is being piloted from somewhere else, I’ve got two nerds tracking it down right now.” She interrupted him, eyes on the fight in the distance.

“Who- never mind. This thing is armoured to face anything, I doubt they added Bluetooth or some shit. Tell your friends they’re wasting their time.”

“It’s Michelle, and I very much doubt someone would be stupid enough to put themselves in there when they knew it would be target number one.” She rolled her eyes “We’ve already got the signal and Ned is hijacking it now. We can only see so well through the cameras, where’s a good place to land this thing without crushing half of Queens?”

MJ rambled through her words, taking a heavy breath when she was done. If her friends weren’t in danger or slowly bleeding, she might have even thought it was fun.

Mr Stark sighed through the phone “The water, preferably. Look, I don’t exactly want the control of this in a random kid’s hands.”

“Would you rather the person currently kicking your ass with it did?” Not waiting for a response, MJ pulled the phone away from her ear and turned to Ned “How well do you think you can move that thing without breaking any buildings?”

“Through my laptop? If I move slow, it should be fine, but the more time it takes the more chances its current pilot has to take control back.”

“Here!” Flash piped up, holding a game controller up in the air “Use this!” Of course, he’d brought along his gaming equipment.

“Flash, you wonderful idiot, that might just work.” Michelle breathed out a laugh and passed the controller to Ned “Ready?”

Ned looked down at the controller, tense “This isn’t exactly my forte, guys.”

“It is mine.” Chrissy, on shaky legs, wiped at her eyes with her sleeve. She held out a hand and slid a look of determination onto her face “Let me.”

MJ and Ned shared a look before they both nodded, allowing control to Chrissy. She turned to face the metal thing in the distance and took a few steps closer, standing next to Michelle, who had pulled the phone back to her ear.

“We’re ready. Ned, take it over.”

There was a click behind her and the metal beast froze in its path. Iron Mans suit hung in the air next to it, cautious.

“I’m hoping that’s you.”

“It is. Chrissy, move it towards the river and slowly lower it down, alright?”

The girl nodded. She moved the joysticks slowly and the metal spider moved up and down, side to side, and lifted each of its legs carefully before lowering them again.

“Are you making it fucking dance?”

“I’m getting used to the controls!” Chrissy hurried out a shaky response, having heard the very loud incredulous question through the phone. After another beat, she steadied herself “Alright, I think I’ve got it.”

The metal spider cautiously raised the leg puncturing the bridge and stuck on the mainland. It stepped further into the river with adjustments being passed down the line from Stark, to MJ and then to Chrissy. Everyone held their breath as the spider stood still in the river and slowly lowered itself until it was sat firmly in the water. The thing twitched, hissed, and slunk forward. Whoever had made it clearly hadn’t expected it to take a dunk in the river.

“Holy shit, I did it.” Chrissy muttered in surprise, thumbs flying back from the controls.

“Damn right you did.” MJ laughed and squeezed her shoulder. The girl flung around and hugged her tightly, quite to MJ’s surprise.

“Stay where you are. Once the clean-up crew gets here, I’ll pick up Peter myself. What you lot did was stupid and reckless but…” Stark sighed again and it seemed as if it physically pained him to continue “You did good. Just never do any of that again.” He hung up.

In the next ten minutes, an ambulance had arrived and the paramedics had gathered the kids to give them all a check over. Out of the group, it was the driver and Mr Harrington that were worse off, with Peter suspiciously fine if not for the fact he was still knocked out. They were loading the two adults into the ambulance when Iron Man touched down a few yards away, his suit hissing open and Tony Stark stepping out.

He nodded at the paramedics, who nodded out of instinct in shock, and strolled towards Peter. He was still laying on the ground, though Ned and MJ had moved to his side and rested his head on his own backpack “I’m assuming you’re Michelle and Ted?”

“Ned actually-”

“Yep,” MJ cut him off “That’s us. You’re welcome, by the way.”

Stark sent her a look and moved his attention back to Peter “Has he woken up yet?”

“No, but he’s pretty much healed.” Ned shrugged and fiddled with his sleeves “They want to keep him here until he does wake up and check for a concussion.”

“Hm.” Stark hummed and crouched down until they were all eye level “Quick thinking, using Karen. She sent along the pilots’ details to S.H.I.E.L.D, they’re dealing with them now.”

“T-Thank you, sir.” Ned stuttered and looked away.

“I shouldn’t have to tell you how stupid and dangerous that was, right?” Tony narrowed his eyes at them.

“We know.” MJ stared unblinkingly back.

“Jeez, no wonder you’re Peters friends.” Tony pinched his brow and took a deep breath “Your parents are probably on the way to pick you up, the news helicopters got pretty good shots of the bus. I’ll take Peter back with me, get him some proper medical attention.”

He clicked his fingers over his shoulder and the empty suit closed back up, moving forward. Tony stepped back inside and waved the kids out of the way, carefully lifting Peter up. Michelle passed him his backpack too, which he looped through one of his arms.

Ned gave them a small wave “Bye, Mr Stark.”

“Sure, kid. May we never meet again.”

The Iron Man suit rose up into the air and flew into the sky, leaving MJ and Ned to wait and ignore all questions from their classmates for the coming hour.

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