#hannahlikesholland requests

[zojnks]

Writing request, I'd really like to see something with Cap and Spidey interacting. There's not a whole lot of that in this fandom, and I think that the two of them could be cool. If you could put Dad!Tony and Stucky in there too, that would be awesome Thank you!

Here you go, anon!! I decided to do a post-IW ‘verse because I wanted Bucky and Peter to be friends oops :) Hope you enjoy!!

After the snap, Peter awoke to a world that was coming in and out of focus. Everything here was tinted vaguely yellow, and Peter always had a niggling thought in the back of his head that he knew where they were. but could never place it. They, of course, being the people that had been taken by the snap. Everyone seemed to be grouped together for specific reasons- however, no group was ever over the number of 5. They could talk to and see the other groups, but not touch them. That was what Peter was talking about when he said the world seemed out of focus. It was like they were in the ocean, drifting in and out with the tide. Sometimes, Peter could feel and see things that felt too sharp, like he edited a photo and dragged the slider for sharpness all the way to the edge. Other times, it felt like he could barely even see or feel anything, blobs of color crowding his vision and the things he was holding dropping straight through his hand to the floor. He talked with the others in his group about this all the time.

There were 4 of them. Peter, Bucky, Gamora, and Groot. It was an odd mix, considering the last time Peter met Bucky, he was trying to arrest him. However, it felt like time moved differently wherever they were. Some days would feel like they passed in an instant, yet some would take years to finally end. The world they lived in was much like the one they left- full of life. So, each group had taken it upon themselves to try to create a home in this yellow world. Peter’s group had managed to make a small house of the trees that surrounded the clearing they all appeared in. There were a few other groups around them, one of some farmers from Iowa and another of billionaires from Singapore. They all talked occasionally but mostly stayed within their own groups.

Peter had grown to rely on Bucky and Gamora. He went to Bucky when he had trouble with nightmares and dealing with this reality. He went to Gamora for pep talks, and she was always the one who reminded him to eat and sleep. Bucky taught him games from when he was little and how to throw knives. Gamora taught him two alien languages and how to sword fight. Peter and Groot hung out all the time and played around. Peter taught him what he had been learning in school before the snap and Groot regaled Peter with stories from his adventures in space.

It was good. It worked. But Peter was desperate to get home.

-

One day, Peter went to bed late into the night because they had all stayed up playing a game that Bucky had taught them. He had fallen asleep with a smile on his face because the day had actually been pretty good. He was finally getting used to this weird, yellow reality.

The next thing he knew, he woke up on a grassy plain, breathing heavily. The sun (the sun!!) was beating down onto his face, a blinding light compared to the hazy yellow he was used to.

“Bucky!! Gamora!! Groot!! Anyone, please!!” He called out, shielding his eyes.

His voice was scratchy and hoarse. He looked down and was still in Iron Spider suit, thank god. He tried to pull himself off the ground, but his arms were too sore to do anything. He tried calling out again.

“Bucky! Gamora! Bucky! Gamora! Anyone?” His voice cracked as he continued to yell.

He stopped yelling when he saw a figure running towards him. The figure looked familiar, but Peter couldn’t quite place him until he got closer.

“Mr.-Mr. Stark?” He called out wearily.

“Kid, oh god, you’re okay, you’re okay!!” Mr. Stark cried as he ran towards him. He knelt next to Peter and cradled his head in his hands.

“It worked, it worked!” Mr. Stark was just babbling by this point.

Mr. Stark helped him up. Once Peter could stand, he found he wasn’t as sore as he thought. Mr. Stark looked at him funny before he spoke again.

“Peter, your hair. It’s-it’s shorter than before.”

Peter just shrugged. “Gamora made sure to cut it once in a while. Bucky helped too sometimes.”

Saying these things snapped Peter out of his calm.

“Oh god, Mr. Stark! Why am I back? Where are Bucky and Gamora? What about Groot? Why am I here? Where is here? Is this even real?!”

Peter Parker was officially freaking out. Then, he passed out.

-

Peter came to on a bed that was made of sand (??). He opened his eyes to someone above him.

“Bucky?!” He asked. The man nodded, holding up a new metal arm that was a tasteful dark blue interspersed with silver, not gold. No more yellow.

“Hey kid, yeah, it’s me. I just came back from talking with Stevie, I wanted to see if you were awake yet.”

Bucky leaned down to give Peter a hug. It seemed as if they had been in that weird world for years, so in the time they were together, they had grown close. Peter gripped Bucky’s back with all of his strength and cried into his shoulder. Suddenly, someone on the edge of this weird room coughed.

“Buck? It’s time to go see T’Challa. We’ve gotta go,” said a man with long hair and a beard that was steamed with grey.

“Alright, Stevie, let’s go,” Bucky said before pulling back from Peter.

Peter wiped his eyes with the shirt he was wearing (when did that happen?) before giving a small smile to Bucky.

“Captain Rogers,” Peter said, overtaken with sudden emotion. “Bucky took very good care of me in that horrible place. Take care of him now, okay?”

Steve just smiled at him and nodded. Then he guided Bucky out of the room with a hand on the small of his back.

Peter decided to get up and take a look around once the two left. He gingerly stepped down once he was off the bed and was happy to discover all of his previous aches and pains had vanished. He took a look around all of the gadgets around the room, appreciating their creativity and craftsmanship. His mind was already generating ways to improve upon them to use as Spider-Man. If they even still needed Spider-Man on Earth now.

He spotted a long, winding ramp up to what seemed like the hallway to leave, so he ran up the ramp, skidding to a stop once he reached the end of the hallway. There was a mirror there.

He looked at his reflection, noticing how he had lost his baby fat and his jaw had sharpened. His hair was cut in a tasteful-if non-Earth fashion- and Peter made a note in his brain to thank Gamora. He was wearing a faded Star Wars shirt and black sweats. He reached down and rubbed the side of his sweats. These were his old clothes. It’s been so long since he wore anything other than the suit, that these clothes fee foreign even though he was wearing them every other week three years ago.

A lot of things had changed. But, some things didn’t.

-

Peter had fallen back into an easy routine with Mr. Stark once they had left Wakanda. He had gone to find Gamora when they were still there but was extremely disappointed to find both her and Groot had left with the rest of the Guardians before he had woken up. She had left him a holo-message on those cool bracelets that the Wakandans wore, almost crying as she said goodbye to him.

(She promised to be back for Christmas though, saying she would pick up something for him on one of the worlds they visited. Peter was excited about that.)

T’Challa’s sister, Shuri, had gifted Peter one of the bracelets before the Avengers left, saying he would need it to keep in touch. The two had developed a close friendship during his time in Wakanda and still messaged or called each other daily.

When they had arrived at the compound after leaving Wakanda, Peter was pleasantly surprised to see that his room had been untouched. It was right next to Mr. Stark’s, as it had been before he left. The walls were blue and red, with the one above his bed adorned with a spray-painted Spider-Man logo. There were tons of posters on the walls and Peter’s knickknacks strewn everywhere. He had sighed as he flopped on the bed, and Mr. Stark had arrived not moments later at his door to flop right down next to him.

“I missed this, Pete. So much. But, how about right now we head to the living room to kick those two super soldiers’ butts?”

Peter laughed and nodded. “Let’s take ‘em down!”

-

They played Mario Kart for hours before Tony had to fly to Singapore to deal with something for Stark Industries. Now that everything was right with the world, Pepper was back on him about being more involved in the company. He gave Peter a big hug as he left and said that they would go on a small trip, just the two of them, once he got back.

After Mr. Stark left, Peter headed back up to his room to get ready for bed. He brushed his teeth and slipped on those old Hello Kitty pants with a baggy black sweater on top. He slipped into bed and grabbed a dog-eared copy of The Hobbit off of his night table. He settled back into his pillows, content to read by the minimal light of his night table lamp until he was too weary to continue. He fell asleep with the book on his chest around 9:30.

-

Peter startled awake in the middle of the night, darkness surrounding him. FRIDAY must have turned off his lamp when he fell asleep. His breathing was too quick and his heart rate was elevated. His mind was still spinning with flashes of a large purple man, a snap, a world of constantly shifting yellows, and his own disappearing before him. He needed to get out.

Peter grabbed a blanket and pillow before heading out, into a different wing of the compound. He stopped in front of the door to his destination, hesitant to knock. He could still feel the strain of his nightmares in the back of his head, so he pushed through his anxiety and knocked quietly on the door. A few moments later, the door opened and a still-sleepy Steve Rogers looked down at Peter.

“H-Hi, Steve. I… uh… had a nightmare and since Mr. Stark isn’t here anymore, I just needed, someone, is that fine?” Peter asked hesitantly.

Steve nodded, his features softening. “It’s fine, Peter. You’re always welcome here. You can just set your stuff down on the couch over there. It’s only a little ways from the bed. Buck’s still sleeping though, so be quiet.”

Peter just gave him a soft smile and padded over to the couch, setting his stuff down. He turned, nervous about asking Steve for anything else.

Steve just walked over and pulled him into a tight hug. “

“Buck’s told me some things. About that place. It didn’t sound too nice,” Steve whispered as he carded his fingers through Peter’s hair. “We all get nightmares, it’s a normal part of our job. I’m happy that you came to us, though.”

“Of course I would. I love you guys and everyone on this team more than life itself. You, Mr. Stark, and Bucky mean so much to me.”

Steve just held him harder and when he finally pulled back, Peter could see his eyes were a little watery.

“Love you too, kid. Now get some sleep.”

Peter climbed onto the couch, pulling his blanket out. He fell asleep to the sounds of Steve and Bucky breathing in unison.

This kinda got away from me, haha, but I loved writing it!! It was cool to explore what all of their relationships would be after IW. I didn’t want to include super in-depth explanations of Peter’s relationship with everyone was after IW, though, so sorry if some of the friendships are only mentioned in passing. Let me know if you want more from this ‘verse though. Hope this is what you were hoping for, anon!!

[zojnks]

Thor and Spidey meeting for the first time

okay headcanon time!!

peter is at the compound

(after infinity war)

just hanging out

maybe ned’s there, who knows?? not me

and then outside,, just,, BOOM

he runs out, doesn’t even put his suit on, just grabs his webshooters and runs

there is a giant burn (??) in the grass in a weird pattern 

and in the middle, you ask??

the most goddamn sexy man peter has ever seen in his life

he like, legit almost faints

he walks over and (tries) to introduce himself

“hello mr. thor my name is peter”

then he thinks oh shit i just introduced myself as peter what about spider-man??

oh well, peter just resigns himself to looking at thor’s biceps

thor asks where everyone else is and peter leads him inside

they pass the kitchen and guess who is in it??

bruce!!!!

thor runs in and full body just picks up and twirls bruce

they hug each other for like, uncomfortably too long

peter coughs and they split apart

thor introduces peter to bruce and bruce holds back a laugh

“yeah, i’ve already met him. nicest kid ever and genius too!!”

this catches thor’s attention and he questions peter about his life on the way to see tony in the lab

peter answers each of his questions patiently

thor’s like damn, this kid is hella smart and nice

they continue to hang out every time thor is on earth

(he brings valkyrie one time and peter almost collapses from the amount of hotness in one room)

alright, that’s it anon!! hope you liked it :)

[zojnks]

Request Guidelines

I’ll write any pairing for marvel, comics and MCU. Message me or drop in my inbox for specifics or if you want me to do something for another fandom!!

I will write:

-Drabbles

-One-shots

-Headcanons

-Fics

I won’t write:

-anything pedophilia

-anything with rape/sexual assault/etc

-reader-insert, I just don’t like it

I can't wait to write for you guys!! don't let this flop oops

[zojnks]

Hey! I always find in irondad fics Tony saying than Peter still gonna give him a heart attack. Can you do one where this really happens? Like, Peter is reckless, Tony end up having a heart attack and the spider feels extremely guilty. I really like your work, congratulations!

Hey anon!! It’s a little short, but hopefully it’s what you wanted :)

Peter has been out all night. He left around 10:30, with a promise to check in around midnight. Tony has been worried sick, pacing around the living room in the penthouse, looking out the floor-to-ceiling windows that line the walls. All he can is blurred shapes of color because of the rain that’s currently pounding against the glass. Tony thinks he might even be able to see lightning strikes in the distance.“C'mon, kid, come home,” Tony whispers to himself, nervously tapping his fingers on his thighs as he walks back and forth. “FRIDAY, status on Peter Parker, please?” Tony says, his voice cracking and tears threatening to spill from his eyes. He’s already lost his boy once, he’s not about to let it happen again. “Sorry boss, but it appears that Peter’s tracker seems to have gone offline due to the storm. I can recheck once the storm passes in approximately 50 minutes,” FRIDAY replies, voice soft and non-threatening.Tony’s breath stalls as he drops onto the couch that’s in front of the windows. His mind is racing a mile a minute and his thoughts are spinning in a way that his mind can’t grasp. Only one thought rises to the surface.Pete’s not coming home.-Peter Parker has been out enjoying himself as Spider-Man for a couple hours now. It’s the first time Tony and May have allowed him to go out since the snap. Peter has been going to therapy for a couple months in order to deal what he saw in space, but he finds swinging and “helping the little guy” to be the best cure for his stress and anxiety. He hasn’t been paying attention to the time, but he’s fairly sure that it’s not even close to midnight. Still, as he swings by the Chrysler Building, he asks Karen to check the time.“It is currently 2:27 AM, Peter. You were supposed to call Mr. Stark approximately two and a half hours ago,” she replies.Peter feels his grip on his web slacken before he grabs on tight again. “Karen! What the hell! You were supposed to remind me 5 minutes before midnight!” Peter yells indignantly.“Sorry, Peter. I was planning on it, but 18 minutes into your patrol you yelled out ‘This is the best night of my life, Karen, make sure nothing interrupts me’. Therefore, I saw no reason to disturb your peace with a check-in call.”Peter curses under his breath before rapidly changing directions. He swings as fast as he can to get back to the penthouse, flying past apartment buildings and skyscrapers alike. Peter makes it back to the penthouse in record time, quickly unlatching the window to his room and tumbling inside. He takes off his mask and shakes his hair like a dog, which had unfortunately gotten soaked through his costume. He runs to the living room, skidding to a halt as he reaches the doorway. “I’m back, Mr. Stark. No need to worry!” Peter says with a nervous laugh. He listens for a response before walking into the room, trying to be quiet.“Mr. Stark? Are you napping on the window couch? I’m sorry for waking you up, I know that’s your favorite spot to crash aft-” Peter cuts himself off when he sees a lifeless-looking Tony Stark lying on the floor in front of the window, his body being lit up by intermittent lightning strikes.Peter falls to his knees.-Peter sits in an uncomfortable hospital chair, his hands pulling on his hair as silent tears stream down his cheeks. Peter knows, deep down in his soul, that this is his fault. Not anyone else’s- his. If he had just not been stupid enough to shout out dumbass things while he swings, this wouldn’t have happened. If he had just listened to Mr. Stark and come back before the check-in, this wouldn’t have happened. If he wasn’t such a burden to Mr. Stark, this wouldn’t have happened. If he had just not been an idiot and gone off from the field trip, and got bit by that spider, this wouldn’t have happened. If he had even the smallest shred of responsibility, this wouldn’t have happened.But it did. And it’s all Peter’s fault.Peter sat in that horrible plastic chair for another 3 hours, waiting for any contact from the doctor. Finally, she came rushing out of the room, coat flapping behind her.“Hello, Mr. Parker,” she says carefully. “We have some bad news.”

And that’s it!! I usually don’t write angst, but hopefully this was good. I really enjoyed writing it.