#i could just start a third peter parker field trip fic

[isadancurtisproduction]

I'm comfort-rereading all of my bookmarked Peter-goes-on-a-field-trip-to-Stark-Industries fics rn, and I keep having the thought:

"Wow! I love these so much! I should write one!"

And then I have to remind myself that I've not only written one Peter Parker Field Trip Fic, but I have in fact written two of them!

They're just so so deliciously messy. Yum yum yum. I need so many more of them in my life

[irondad-creator-awards]

The Nominations So Far (Kinda)

Some of you have been asking to see who’s nominated in which category, so I’m putting up what I’ve done so far. This is by no means everyone nominated, as we’ve had 96 submissions to the form, and I’m not going to be able to log them all until nominations close. But if you’ve been contacted to say you’re up for an award, you should be listed below...

Good Luck to everyone nominated x

1. THE ONE THAT MADE YOU GASP! — A story which had a plot twist you didn’t see coming. Something that caught you so off guard that you had to stop a minute and take a breath before devouring the rest. What’s the story for you?

A Peter Parker Problem by Spagbol99

Chaotic Peter Parker by Isnt_It_Pretty_To_Think_So

Cycle Through by Ambivalentangst

Ever In Your Favor by Iron_Spider

Irondad Ficlets by Ironxprince

Like Father, Like Son by An_Odd_Idea

Love Leaves A Memory No-One Can Steal by Ironmum

More Peril In Thine Eye  by Iron_Spider

No Longer In Service by Starryknight09

Proof Of Concept by Flurrbee

Serenity by Jolinarjackson

Spidey Tot by Kevy_Grayce

Stab Me In The Back (I'll Catch You From Behind) by Lansfics7

Stop, Look, Listen by Forthenightisdarkandfullofterror

  2. THE MULTI-CHAPTER YOU COULDN’T PUT DOWN — A story which kept you up all night or calling in sick for work so you were free to read. Who’s the culprit?

 A Parent Apparent by Happyaspie

A Peter Parker Problem by Spagbol99

A Sailor Went To Sea by by Yellowdistress

Air I Breathe by Heartofcathedrals

And You’ll Blow Us All Away by Losingmymindtonight

Astronomy In Reverse by Pansley

Come My Darling, Homeward Bound by Iamirondad

Every Beautiful Lie (Always Has An Ugly Truth by Da_Moose

Five Times Tony And Peter Chaotically Cleaned by Ironmum

I Will Carry You (Always) by Thestarvingwriter

Identity Crisis by Kitcat992

If They All Knew About You by Mshermia

In Unlikely Places by Looneylizzie

Irondad Ficlets by Ironxprince

Mr. Parker Declined To Commentby Apisdn

Pain Will Always Come Back To Haunt You by Kevy_Grayce

Permanence by Theexhaustedalchemist

Pieces Of Echoes by Geekymoviemom

Proof Spiderman Loves Clickbait by Mauvera

The Lost And Forgotten by Lizcraz

 3. THE ONE-SHOT THAT THAT HAD YOU HOOKED — Some writers can cram more greatness into less words than a 100k monster. What’s the one-shot that did it for you?

 5 Times Peter Sleepwalked And The 1 Time He Pretended He Did by Losingmymindtonight

Countless Ways To Say I Love You            by Hopeless_Hope

Familiar Faces by Happyaspie

First Wednesday Of March by The Case Of The Missing Museum Bea-Storer

Fitting In (Tiny Spaces) by Aloneintherain

I Can Hold The Weight Of Worlds (If That's What You Need) by Bluesweatshirt

I Promise I'll Do Better by 221broadwayiron

I Will Soften Every Edge by Losingmymindtonight

Petey And The Hermit by Eccentric_Artist_221b

Something Here Will Eventually Have To Explode by Madasthesea

What You're Feeling Is Probably Normal  by Finny3120

 4. THE BEST THINGS COME IN SMALL PACKAGES — A drabble (under 1k) can pack in all the goodness that you need in a coffee break read. What’s that story for you?

 Butter Me Up by Iron_Spider

Cuddle Bug by Marvelous_Writer

Food At Home by Aimaim94

Insomniacs In The Dark by Littlemissagrifina

Irondad Cuddles by Lilacsoulw

Let The Mind Games Begin by Ironmum

 5. THE BIODAD THAT TOUCHED YOUR HEART — Some of the greatest stories flip canon and make Tony Peter’s biological father. Be it baby Peter taking his first steps or Tony dealing with the fact his son is following in his superhero footsteps as Spider-Man, which is the one you loved most of all?

 An Abstract Concept by Iron-Spider

Be Careful What You Wish For, You May Just Get It by Savana_Marlark

Built From Scraps by  Peter Stank

Happy Hogan Never Forgets A Face by Jen27ny

Hardest Lessons (Softest Results) by Mainstreamelectricalparade

If They Knew All About You by Mshermia

My Little Bambino by Maicaly

Return To Me, The One I Love So Endlessly by Superherotiger

Slow Down, Start Again From The Beginning by Cassiecasyl

Sound Logic by Aytheria

Spiderson by Emily_F6

Stars, Hide Your Fires by Yellowdistress.

The Less Than Secret Life by Yellowdistress

The Ties That Bind Us by Winterturtle

They Say Boys Don't Cry (But Your Dad Has Shed A Lot Of Tears) by Tempestaurora

What’s In A Name? by Geekymoviemom

 6. THE ONE WITH THE FIELD TRIP — The field trip trope is one of the most popular in the fandom. What’s the story that you think pulls all the elements together to make it great?

 A Different Take by Cyberwolfwrites

Constant Internal [Spider] Screaming: Semi-Connected Scenes From A Graduating Senior’s Life by Isadancurtisproduction

Field Trip by Inkinmyheartandonthepage

Field Trip Flip by  Happyaspie

I Don’t Want To Talk About It Anymore by Bees_And_Wasps

Mr Stark Enough For You? (Another Field Trip Fic Bcs We Dont Have Enough) by Livinei

Neon Liar (Hiding In Plain Sight) by Isadancurtisproduction

No Reason To Go by Pokegeek151

Tower Of Donuts And Doubts by              Platinumdollz

Who Is He? by Velarisstars

 7. THE TIME AFTER TIME ONE — There’s some great time travel stories out there, but which is your favorite?

 Be Careful What You Wish For, You May Just Get It by Savana_Marlark

Every Beautiful Lie (Always Has An Ugly Truth) by Da_Moose

I Have Time by Peterparkr

The End Is Just A New Beginning              by Tytach

The Time Traveler’s Mentor by Iamirondad

Whatever It Takes by Starryknight09

 8. THE ONE WITH ALL THE OWIES — Another massively popular Irondad trope is hurt/comfort, and there’s some amazing stuff out there. Which is the one that you love most of all?

 A Peter Parker Problem by Spagbol99

Air I Breathe by Heartofcathedrals

Be Weak by Fluencca

But What Is Grief? by Odd_1

But What Is Grief? by Odd_1

Danger Pizza by Alice_In_Ink

Darkness Will Be Rewritten by Marveal

Dude, Do These Tacos Taste Funny To You? by First_Page

Follow The North Star Home by Fallingforbees

Foolish, Fragile Spine by Plnkblue

Outnumbered by Heartofcathedrals

Sometimes It’s Easier To Just Swim Down by Mjscorner

The Room Where It Happens by Notapartytrick

We All Chase After A Few Dying Stars by Losingmymindtonight

What I Have, I Give To You by Aatticsaltt

When My Body Won't Hold Me Anymore (Where Will I Go) by Madasthesea

Your Heart Changed (Mine Stayed The Same) by Loisselina (Loisselina)

 9. THE ONE THAT HURTS SO GOOD — We all like a bit of angst sometimes, so what’s the story that you wanted to hide from but you had to keep reading to get to the happy ending?

 Built From Scraps by Peterstank

Cycle Through by Ambivalentangst

Fifteen Years In The Making by Potts89

Held On As Tightly As You Held On To Me by Itsreallylaterightnow And Killerqueenwrites

I Need You To Be Free by Marveal

I Promise I'll Do Better by 221broadwayiron

If You Listen You Can Hear The Ibis by Yellowedistress

Let's Get On With Living (While We Can) by Almond_Blossoms

Let's Get On With Living (While We Can) by Almond_Blossoms

Love Leaves A Memory No-One Can Steal by Ironmum

May Parker's Complete Guide On How To Raise Your Spiderling by Embarrassing_Myself

More Peril In Thine Eye by Iron_Spider

Of Flying And Falling by Polaroid15

Sunlight by Ardenskyeholmes221

The Room Where It Happens by Notapartytrick

When Trauma Comes Knocking by Kevy_Grayce

 10. THE ONE THAT SOOTHES THE PAIN — What’s the story that you go to when you need a pick-me-up after the angst?

 5 Times A Spider-Baby Got Dad Smooched by Buckets_Of_Stars

5 Times Peter Made Tony Laugh Out Loud by Grilledcheesing

5 Times Tony Stark Protected Penny Parker by Emily_F6

Be Careful What You Wish For, You May Just Get It by Savana_Marlark

Bitch Better Have My Money by Neicy286

Career Day: A Short Story by Shewritesall

Early Childhood Education by Thedisneyoutsider

Five Times Peter And Tony Chaotically Cleaned by Ironmum

Hardest Lessons (Softest Results) by Mainstreamelectricalparade

I Can Hold The Weight Of The Worlds (If That's What You Need) by Bluesweatshirt

Instant Kill Mode by Isnt_It_Pretty_To_Think_So

Kids These Days  by Isnt_It_Pretty_To_Think_So

The Road So Far by Nicolemoon8

No More Lonely by Shewritesall

Petey And The Hermit by Eccentric_Artist_221b

That's How You And I Will by Frostysunflowers

What You're Feeling Is Probably Normal by Finny3120

Whatever It Takes by Starryknight90

 11. THE ONE WITHOUT A HOME TO GO TO — There’s some wonderful homeless Peter stories out there, so which is the one you were blown away by?

 A Difference In Husbandry by Happy_Cloud

After The Landslide by Freyaatterton

Distracted by A Dime by Happyaspie

I Told You I Had Issues by Bergen

Is It Too Much To Ask For Home That Lasts? Ft. Peter Parker by Wakandaforever2357

The Little Things (That I Miss) by Da_Moose

The Third Option by Uncertainty_Principle

Unexpected (Everything I Never Knew I Wanted) by Moonchild2593

 12. THE ONE THAT’S A WHOLE NEW WORLD — There’s lots of imaginative AUs in Irondad fic. Whether it’s Steve and Tony as baseball players or Pepper being Peter’s mom, which one is your number one?

  A Guardian Among Us by Superherotiger

A Soul's Best Friend by Superherotiger

Ever In Your Favor by Iron_Spider

Have Patience, A Quick Wit, And A Gentle Heart by Ironfamjam

I Battle My Jerk Step-Dad by Andromath

Petey And The Hermit by Eccentric_Artist_221b

Sea Spider by Bean_Reads_Fanfic

Spidey Tot by Kevy_Grayce

Though Everything Is A Miracle by Overtures

Until It Disappeared From Me by Ashleyparker2815

When I Am On Your Shoulders by Ladyblackwater

You Mispronounced Spider by Lliblo

 13. THE TWEAKING THE SETTINGS ONE — There’s things we all wish we could change in canon — *cough* Endgame *cough* — so which canon divergence does it for you?

 5 Times Peter Made Tony Laugh Out Loud by Grilledcheesing

Be Careful What You Wish For, You May Just Get It          by Savana_Marlark

Beautiful Boy by Emily_Davison

Bittersweet by Kevy_Grayce

Built From Scraps by Peterstank

I Will Restore All That Was Broken            by Killerqueenwrites

May Parker's Complete Guide On How To Raise Your Spiderling by               Embarrassing_Myself

Moulded Minds by Wingswithstrings

Pieces Of Echoes by Geekymoviemom

The End Of Infinity by Friendlyneighborhoodfangirls

The Returned by Nicolemoon8

What Was Missing Was You by Happyaspie

What Were The Words I Meant To Say Before You Left by Madasthesea

 14. THE ONE YOU GO BACK TO AGAIN AND AGAIN — Some fics deserve a re-read or ten. What’s the story you go find yourself going back to?

 A Beautiful Day In The Neighborhood by Ambivalentangst

A Parent Apparent by Happyaspie

Age Regression Was Impossible... Right? by Chvotic

Am I Just A Shadow You Drew by Ironxprince

Apartment 43B by Ironfamjam

Back To Bed by Eccentric_Artist_221b

Beautiful Boy by Emily_Davison

Family Is More Than Blood (It Is Light) by Moonchild2593

Keeping Company by Whumphoarder And Xxx_Cat_Xxx

Keeping Company by Whumphoarder And Xxx_Cat_Xxx

Moulded Minds by Wingswithoutstrings

Play by Losingmymindtonight

Rules Are Made To Be Broken by Ironmum

Sins Of The Fathers by Geekymoviemom

The Darkest Hour Is Just Before The Dawn by Starryknight09

The Lost And Forgotten by Litcraz

The One Where Peter Is Bucky’s Weakness by Jinxquickfoot

The Rise And Fall Of A Spider by Spidersoning

The Spider-Man Conspiracy by Tempestaurora

 15. THE SERIES THAT SWEPT YOU AWAY — Some of us love to go on a long ride with a series, so which is the world of multiple stories that you binged or waited anxiously for each update?

 Another June Day by Skeeter_110

Chaotic Peter Parker by Isnt_It_Pretty_To_Think_So

Home by Glwilliams97

I Love You More Than Anything (Bio Dad Au) by Iron_Spider

I Love You More Than Anything (Bio Dad Au) by Iron_Spider

Irondad NSAP by Chvotic

Lights To Guide You Home by Jolinarjackson

Mr. Stark & His Kid by Writerstrash

Once Upon An Adoption by Kevy_Grayce

Out Of Darkness by Starryknight09

Soul Stone Realm by Marvelmusicmystery

The Room Saga by Iamirondad

Tony Stark Is A Good Mentor by Happyaspie

Was That A Star Wars Reference, Dr. Stark? by Jen27ny

We Forgot Peter by Inkinmyheartandonthepage

Webcams And Webshooters by Losingmymindtonight

 16. THE IN-PROGRESS ADVENTURE — What’s the story that has you checking your email each day, hoping for an update?

  A Difference In Husbandry by Happy_Cloud

A Perfect Storm by Grilledcheesing

Ain't My Blood; Still My Boys by Parkrstark

All The Stars Align by Ashleyparker2815

Be Careful What You Wish For, You May Just Get It           by Savana_Marlark

Every Beautiful Lie (Always Has An Ugly Truth) by Da_Moose

Fifteen Years In The Making by Potts89

Found Family by Thedisneyoutsider

If They Knew All About You by Mshermia

If You're Going Through Hell, Keep On Going by Baloobird

Mr. Stark, Something Is Wrong by @Simping-For-Peggy

Outnumbered by Heartofcathedrals

Outnumbered by Heartofcathedrals

Peter’s New Step-Brother by Bowtiez

Priorities by Jlmonroe1234

Priorities by Jlmonroe1234

Return To Me, The One I Love So Endlessly by Superherotiger

Sleeping Through A Rogue Winter Storm by Pogokitten

Survivors Guilt   by Ember_Darla And Marvel_Cinematic_Universe_Fan

Tech Of Nondestructive Yakking by Wabisabi

The Case Of The Missing Museum Bea-Storer by Ironmum

The Hero Of Our Own Story by Kingdomfaraway

The Many Adventures Of Iron Dad And Spider Son by Lbigreyhound13

What You Were Then I Am Today by Madasthesea

You Are My Sunshine by Iamconstantine

 17. THE COMPLETE FIC THAT YOU CHERISH — Whether or not you’ve got the patience for an in-progress or not, there’s a wealth of complete stories you can devour at leisure or all in one coffee-fuelled binge. What’s yours?

 Intern Spider by Emily_F6

Only For A Little While by Eccentric_Artist_221b

The Guardian by Emily_F6

 18. THE ONE THAT GAVE YOU ALL THE LOVE — We all love Irondad, but some stories come with bonus bonds that give us just as much. Do you have a Peter & Bucky, or a Peter & Steve working alongside which delivers all the found family goodness?

 "I Have A Nephew!" by Zimnokurw

5 Times Happy Hogan Nearly Had A Heart Attack Because Of Peter Parker by Thespydersargon

Be Careful What You Wish For, You May Just Get It by Savana_Marlark

Brighten Up, Sunshine by Iron_Spider

It Must Be Nice (To Have Mrs. Potts On Your Side by Sdottkrames

It Takes A Village (To Make Sure You're Okay) by Baloobird

Kingdom Come Undone by Killerqueenwrites

Project: Get Bucky Barnes A Dog by Ruxian

Road Work Ahead by Toniwilder

Rules Are Made To Be Broken by Ironmum

When In The Dark by Kevy_Grayce

 19. THE PROLIFIC WRITER AWARD — Irondad has some amazingly prolific writers. Which are the ones you’ve subscribed to get at that fic-wonder goodness of 10 works or more?

 Aimaim94

Buckets_Of_Stars

Emily_F6

HAPPYASPIE

Inkinmyheartsandonthepage

Ironmum

Iron-Spider

Jen27ny

Littlemissagrafina

Madasthesea

Magicalyss

Mshermia

O0CITRUSEE0O

Parkrstark

Superherotiger

 20. THE NEWBIE — New writers are joining the fandom all the time. Who’s the newbie (posting for 12 months or less) that’s delivering the good stuff for you?

 107thinfantry

Fallingforbees

Ironmum

Jinx_Frost

Just_Ppeachy

Kittybellestark

Lilacsoulw

Maicaly

Polaroid15

Spagbol99

Sunflowerspideyy

 21. THE OG — Who’s the writer that’s been around for a while (12 months or more) that keeps you captivated?

 Ashleyparker2815

Emily_F6

Happyaspie

Iron_Spider

Jen27ny

Kevy_Grayce

Parkrstark

Snarkymuch

Spooderboyandtincan

 22. THE WILD CARD STORY — The story that does (or doesn’t) fit into the above categories but you believe deserves the prize. Which one is that for you?

  Aliens Really Are Out To Get You Aren't They? by Some_Sort_Of_Trash

Born To Cherish by Ironfamjam

Everyday Superhero by Stoneage_Woman

Five Times Tony And Peter Chaotically Cleaned by Ironmum

Guess I’m Not Good Enough by Freyaatterton

I Can Hold The Weight Of Worlds (If That's What You Need) by Bluesweatshirt

I Will Soften Every Edge by losingmymindtonight

I’m Not Telling Him. Period by Scooter3scooter

Irondad NSAP by Chvotic

Irondad NSAP by Chvotic

Kids Suck, But You're Great by Gymlily06

Long Gone | Marvel Au Strangerlyparker

Play by Losingmymindtonight

Tech Of Non-Destructive Yakking by Wabisabi

The Reinvention Of Tony Stark by Losingmymindtonight

This Ride Is A Wild One  by Just_Ppeachy

What You're Feeling Is Probably Normal  by Finny3120

 ART 1 — DIGITAL MEDIA - Who has those PhotoShop skills, who makes the best mood boards? We have some wonderful artists in the Irondad fandom, and we’re here to celebrate them. Who's your favorite artist?

 @Itsybitsyspiderling (Tumblr)

@monireh (Tumblr)

@Blackchessknight (Tumblr)

 ART 2 — SKETCHES  — Who has the skills with the original medium of art in sketches? Whose pencil can create the characters we love best?

 @broskev (Tumblr)

@Dakt37 (Tumblr)

@monireh89 (Tumblr)

Ellarie.png (Instagram)

 ART 3 — CARTOONS — Chibis, Manga, Anime, who can create the very best?

 @Maryo274 (Tumblr)

yes-i-am-happyaspie (Tumblr)

 ART 4 — FANVID — Some of the greatest creators are the ones that match the music to the mood, find the perfect scenes to make us laugh and cry. Who does that for you?

 All My Life || Tony & Peter (Father/Son Au) by Akapotatogirl (YouTube)

Emsxworld (YouTube)

Tony Stark & Peter Parker | Ashes  by Mythicalroyalty (YouTube)

 ART 5 — BEST IRON FAMILY FANART — Who can create those feeling of Ironfam with their art? Who captures the characters we love in that iconic family.

 @broskev (Tumblr)

@moonestaly (Tumblr)

eccentric_artist_221b (AO3)

Ellarie.png (Instagram)

[deniigi]

on a slightly different note

Recently, inspired by my Peter Parker Field Trip fic, I’ve been taking well-known tropes in the Spiderman, Daredevil, and Deadpool fandoms that I personally don’t love and re-writing them into versions that I find interesting.

If you have a popular trope that you would like to see re-written from a slightly different pov, please do drop me an ask and I’ll pick a couple to play with.

Here’s an example of one from the Discord

Irondad

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The papers all said the same things. They always did. Always would. Rhodey told Tony to ignore it; these people didn’t understand and they didn’t have to.

Tony Stark was a name to them. Ironman was a character in a deck of cards that kids traded on the street.

Oh, hey, do you have the hologram one?

Oh, hey, do you have the one with the pierced shoulder?

Oh, hey, do you have the one with the shaky fingers?The one with the bruised eyes—bags so deep that a penny would fit?

The one that talks to AIs and shittily thrown-together bots because people are hard. People are fuzzy. People shout and snap and groan and roll their heads when you’ve been talking. When you didn’t even realize that no one was listening because you got a little lost in the whirl of data and the constellations of thoughts building up, one right after the other, like nets falling into nets, swallowed up by nets.

Sorry, did you say something?

Yeah.

Kids didn’t ask for that card.

Tony hadn’t asked for it either. But genes or God or fate had given it to him, and Rhodey thought that it was kind of sweet.

Not in a baby kind of way. Not like that.

More like sugar.

Like stars.

Like someone smiling at you on the street.

He’d known Tony since Tony was a sweet-sixteen and Rhodey could honestly say that everyday, he got better.

More comfortable. More understanding. More open.

He hadn’t started out with that socialization, and people seemed to just expect him to be able to adapt to shit like water poured into glass. But they didn’t know. And Rhodey wasn’t about to tell them.

But all these papers? All these headlines?

They were stars in constellations of a larger framework. In repeating themselves and repeating themselves and repeating themselves they fed into a hyperfixation that they thought they could control.

These papers thought that gossip would force Tony into speaking, unknowing of the fact that they were only having the opposite effect.

The constellations were spinning.

Tony was tracking stars.

But he wasn’t opening up. He was clamping down.

 ---

 It was fucked up because Peter didn’t want a father and Tony didn’t want to be one.

Howard had made sure of that.

It was fucked up, too, because Peter was sixteen and he didn’t have all those years that Tony and Rhodey and Steve and Sam and Natasha and Bruce and nearly everyone else had to know how to laugh at these people grasping at straws.

It wasn’t funny to Peter.

Nothing was funny to Peter.

He told Tony, with shaking hands and in a tone as calm as a breaking voice could possibly be, to tell the papers that he.

Was not.

Tony’s son.

It didn’t matter to Peter that people would eat that shit up. That writers would read ‘not’ as a confirmation. That the second the words left Tony’s lips the responding cry would be Shakespeare.

The lady doth protest too much.

The lady hides her true colors.

The lady sits upon a pea between the layers of straw mattresses.

The lady lies, sir.

Oho, what lies.

To save face from follies commited in frivolous youth.

No.

Peter said, “tell them that I am not your son,” in a tone that drew a line before him. He said it to make clear to everyone in the room in that moment, all stood tall and tired in layers of Kelvar and Underarmor and aching exhaustion, that he was the son of no Avenger.

No Icarus.

No King Arthur.

No philospher or philanthropist and certainly not a playboy.

He was the son of Queens and May and Benjamin Parker. And he would not have his uncle—his father’s—memory besmirched by the likes of Tony Stark.

Peter was a strong boy and Rhodey could see hope in his wiry limbs and the angle of his chin, and he could see pride in the jaws and shoulders of every person in that room.

This was what it took to be a hero.

Peter was proud of his human uncle. His scuffed sneakers. His broken fingers held together with a hunk of gauze, blue painter’s type and a good sprinking of hope.

Peter eshewed the privileges Tony offered him like they were gold threads that he knew magic had churned from rotting hay, and Rhodey was so proud of him in that moment.

Everyone was.

But that…

That wasn’t how the real world worked, Little Prince.

It wasn’t enough to stand tall and be brave in the land of words and screens and pictures and the bottom third, scrolling and scrolling, listing out names of the dead, the dying, the lost and the found and the suspected.

It wasn’t enough.

And so Tony told Peter that for his own safety, he would not deny the rumors.

“But I hear you, kid,” Tony said sincerely. “I hear you.”

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[madasthesea]

I’m sorry for being so mean. I had a really bad day and didn’t mean to say such awful things. But I am frustrated my fics always get ignored, especially by the big names in the fandom such as yourself that claim to support everyone. I’ve written so many fics in this fandom and have been doing so for over a year, yet I only have 30 subscribers. I get really frustrated and feel like I’m a bad writer because everyone ignores me and my fics. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. I’m sorry.

(2/2) For a fan community that claims they are inclusive, everyone sure doesn’t act that way. Everyone already has their friends and people like me who don’t have many friends get ignored. The big names in the fandom don’t support or read the fics by the new people. It’s not just me. I’ve never received a single kudo or comment from you or anyone else that’s popular like you. I don’t know what I’m doing wrong but people don’t read my fics.

Ok, I’m answering this in the middle of the night in the hopes that not a lot of people will see it so it won’t become A Thing and then as soon as this fic exchange is over I am turning my anons off forever. Anon, I guess I have to give you credit for coming to apologize, but I have to say, where before I was perfectly capable of laughing off your extremely rude message, I have to say, now I’m annoyed. Because there is not a single instance or bad day or frustration that makes what you said acceptable. You came into my inbox and threw a temper tantrum because you knew my name and I happen to have anons on unlike most of the “fandom big names.” You told me I had the worst fics in the fandom, told me I publish outlines instead of stories and accused me of writing incestual pedophilia because you had a bad day? I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt and assume you’re young because that is the only possible excuse I could give you. As I said in my original response, if I were already an anxious writer, you could have caused me to delete all of my fics and put me off of writing forever. Someone commented on your original message and said that they don’t post their writing because of messages like that one. You’re right you shouldn’t have taken it out on me, and you wouldn’t have if your name had been associated with it. But here we are, and I’m going to try to make it so this never happens again, at least with the two of us. 

Now, onward to your frustrations. I am sorry that you aren’t getting the attention you want, but one) yelling at me on anon isn’t going to fix that. Two) not to be like callous and insensitive, but that happens to almost every writer I know. I’ve been writing fanfiction for 12 years. This is the seventh fandom I’ve written for and no one ever read my fics before this. My first year on AO3 I published six stories and had 500 views total. I get the frustration, but sometimes you just have to get the perfect combination of exposure, plot, and interest. Three) Do you have any idea how many stories get published in the Peter Parker & Tony Stark tag a day? I’m sorry, I can’t read all of them. I don’t want to read all of them, in fact I have 14 different tags blacklisted. Just because I am a “big name” does not mean I owe you a comment or a kudos. If I like your story, I will tell you. Chances are, I haven’t even seen one of your stories, because I’m an adult with a job and hobbies and writing of my own to do. Most of the “big names” are the exact same except a lot of them also have school. If you want someone to read your stories, ask them. Say “hey, I respect you and your opinion, could you look at this for me?” They will probably say yes unless they have a good reason not to. Don’t just sit there and wait for it to happen and get mad when it doesn’t. Also, this is the third time someone has yelled at me for not reading or commenting on their fics and it makes me less inclined to leave kudos in general in case someone comes and gets mad that I read their fic but didn’t comment. So uh… don’t do this again. 

As for the community, do you want to know how to make friends? Send asks (nice ones) not on anon. We can’t interact with you if you don’t know who you are. Reblog our fics. Comment on our posts. You can’t make friends if no one knows you exist. And the only way to show you exist is show yourself in our notes, in our inboxes. Sitting in your corner of tumblr and being bitter isn’t going to help anyone. This fandom is welcoming and it is kind and it is supportive. You saw how many people came to my defense tonight. If you talk to those people, they’ll talk back, but they can’t reach out to every single Irondad blog, it just isn’t feasible. 

And finally, how to get your fics read more. Like I said, part of it is just… luck. I got in at the very beginning, as did losingmymindtonight, parkrstark, several others, and had already established myself before IW came out and the fandom got bigger. Lucky break on my part, but I’m also a good writer because I’m 25 and I have a Master’s in a writing heavy field and I’ve been writing my entire life. Sometimes it just takes practice. But there is stuff that all good fics have in common, so here we go:

1) Good grammar, good spelling, good punctuation.

I don’t know who you are so I have no idea what your writing is like, but this is stuff I had to tell college students as a teacher, so I’m just going to go over it. 

Are there line breaks between every paragraph? No? There need to be. It’s hard to read when all of the words are bunched together, meaning automatic exits will happen, regardless of content.

Do you start a new paragraph every single time a new person speaks? You should.

“When someone is speaking,” I asked, “do you put a comma before the speech tag?” Commas, not periods. Not periods then commas. Punctuation goes inside the quotation marks. 

Are you writing in first or second person (I or you)? Don’t.

Pay attention to your tenses. It is very confusing reading a story that switches tenses every sentence. 

Are you capitalizing the beginning of every sentence and proper noun? You have to. Reading all lowercase takes energy and concentration and readers don’t like to put more effort in than they’re used to. Also it’s just pointless.  

Get a beta reader. Get grammarly (but the free version, don’t pay) or another editing service. Google anything you have a question about. EDIT YOUR WRITING. 

2) New ideas

Every fandom has tropes they love, but not every fic can be a trope fic. Every fic I write is, if not completely new, a spin on a popular trope.

Yes, there are some popular field trip fics, but most of them get lost in the weeds because they are all the same. And most of the people I talk to don’t even like them. (This counts for May dies fics, sensory overload… If you’re going to write it, you have to make it different and you have to make it good.)

Look to other movies or books for ideas, check out irondad-fic-ideas, something. Write something new, something only you can write, and at least some people will notice.

3) Good characterization

Now apparently everything I write is OOC, so maybe I’m not the best person to be giving advice on this :/ (I’m still annoyed. I’m getting over it)

BUT–the best way to write a well-known character is to know the source material. Listen to the way they talk, watch how they move. Ignore fanon. It’s hard, but try. Peter isn’t actually a perpetual ray of sunshine, chatter box 12 year old like we often write him, Tony isn’t 100% sarcasm and incapable of recognizing his own feelings. 

If you can hear the character say it in their actual voice, it’s probably a good line. 

4) Misc.

Fandom rule of thumb: cute fluff and hardcore whump win out over deep character studies on convoluted plot lines. If you’re just looking for hits or maybe a fic to establish yourself, that’s a good way to do it. 

If you’re posting a multi-chapter fic, don’t post it all at once. People will comment on each chapter as you post and you’ll get more hits. 

Respond to comments, especially at the early stages. It makes your readers more invested, it builds friendships, and it makes your stats look better. 

There’s a blog that supports little known writers in this fandom! Rec your fics there!

Make sure to never, ever put “I suck at summaries” or “fic is better than summary” it is an instant turnoff. If you can’t write the thing that makes me want to read the fic well, why would I think I want to read the fic?

Tagging on AO3 is vital. Tag the right relationships, tag the right emotions (angst, fluff, hurt/comfort). I often sort just by these. Always put in the category, (M/M, F/M, etc.) and the rating. There is no reason not to, but not doing so makes people less likely to read. Always tag triggers.

Never steal fics or ideas. If a story inspires you, you can ask the author if you can write something similar and then link in your story back to theirs. Nothing will make you less popular in a fandom than stealing work.

Lastly, I know authors constantly talk about how important comments and kudos are, and they are so important to bolstering spirits, I get that, but if you aren’t writing for yourself first, you will always be disappointed. You should enjoy your fic as much when you read it in your word doc as when you read it online with comments and kudos. And maybe you write really niche stuff that doesn’t appeal to a lot of people, but churning out carbon copies of the Fandom Tropes and hoping for hits is not going to satisfy you and you will keep being frustrated.

Let’s not do this again, shall we? Next time you have a question, ask me nicely.

[blu-eh]

peter parker’s field trip to stark industries fic rec list

someone asked me to do a fic rec for the “peter goes on a field trip to stark industries” and i am happy to oblige because i have read way too many of them and wrote one myself So. anyways these are all COMPLETE. im aiming to get some unique/newer ones in here but yknow

read more as alwayyys

like a bad biography by poisedwalrus

“Wait.” Peter looks up. “What?”

“We’re going to Avengers Compound,” Ned repeats dutifully.

Yeah.

That’s what Peter thought he said.

“Nope.” Peter drops his book onto the table. It shudders. “I’m not going. I’m not— I’m gonna call in sick. I’m gonna call in dead.”

In which Midtown’s Academic Decathlon team inadvertently ends Spider-Man’s whole career.

(Set between “hungry for a poke” and “to win this fight, side by side”)

starting this out with my absolute favorite spiderman series like. oh my god ive read this series several times and it hurts in so many ways but its so funny & well written and i just. ugh. love it. HOWEVER this story is part 8/8 of the series so like....u should read...the entire series first. i literally cannot tell u how good this series is. i have 244 bookmarks on ao3 but only 21 recs and this is still one of my favorites. please!! read it!!! im literally re-reading this series again rn bc im talking about it again

Disaster Field Trip by malynaa

“Please, remain calm,” said FRIDAY. Which was useless, because no one he could see was anything akin to ‘calm’. “The city is under attack from an unidentified threat. According to the law, no one is to leave the safety. Please, stay where you are, the threat is being taken care of. The building is in a lockdown for the time being.”

Right. The new law. In hopes of lowering casualties while the Avengers work, the new Accords included an alarm that immediately alerted all the public spaces, phones and accessible buildings about the threat. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket as the warning blare shot, and with his hearing, he could faintly hear the signal blasting on the streets. Which meant one thing.

Superheroes were needed in the city, pronto.

we! love ! competent peter parker! aka class gets locked down while a threat is happening and, well, peter isnt gonna let that slide despite the numerous protests he receives from his teachers.

The Ultimate Tour Guide by mauvera

Michelle was ready for the day to be over before it began. It was bad enough she had to be on a bus to go to Stark Tower, but now all her classmates were making dumb bets with each other and Peter wasn't even coming with them.

But then she saw just who their tour guide was.

Maybe the day wouldn't be quite as boring as she'd thought.

HOHOHOHHO peter parker is a tour guide in this one AND theres an identity reveal. bc i literally love identity reveals sm. i cannot tell how much i love this

Definitely Worth It by jennylarner

Peter doesn't want to go on a field trip to Stark Tower. It's a recipe for disaster. His class doesn't believe him, his teacher doesn't believe him. If he makes it through the entire day without being suspended, it'll be a miracle. Unfortunately for Peter, he's never much believed in miracles.

...

“This is a goddamn disaster.” Peter declared miserably. At least he hadn’t thrown up his food.

“Could be worse.” MJ said across from him. Peter lifted up his head.

“Oh yeah, how?”

MJ shrugged. “They could have expelled you instead.”

Peter gaped at her. “Thanks MJ, that’s really helpful. I feel so much better now.”

i very much love supportive/good teacher mr harrington but i ALSO love fics when the teachers dont believe peter. this is such a good fic & the author is rlly good about accumulating tension. very typical field trip fic but like. i love those. thats why were here

Of ID Badges and Artificial Intelligence by hblankm

On paper, Peter is, technically, a legitimate Stark Industries intern now. This whole visiting the tower every second weekend or so and actually getting to work with Tony Stark in his personal lab is a great improvement from being mostly-sort-of-ignored by Happy. And it’s not even all Spider-Man stuff! Which, okay, the Spider-Man stuff is definitely the coolest thing to tell Ned about and definitely the most important because it leads to him saving real, human lives - but this thing where Mr Stark seems willing (happy, even?) to just teach him about completely unrelated tech stuff? It makes it feel like Mr Stark isn’t just interested in spending time with Peter because he’s Spider-Man. Like he’s interested in spending time with Peter because he’s Peter. Which is honestly way more unbelievable and way more amazing than any of this superhero stuff.

But anyway, none of that is the point. The point is that Peter’s internship is 100% real.

AKA the standard Midtown goes on a field trip to Stark Industries fic.

very typical field trip fic but idk! i just like it. they do a rlly good job of getting to that low point--aka no one believes peter due to unfortunate circumstances--and then getting back up to the high.

Workplace Mixer by sameuspegasus

Ms Warren takes her class on a field trip to Stark Industries. The class all know that Peter interns at SI, but none of the Stark Industries employees do. Also, the Stark Industries tower in NYC is mostly just admin and everyone wishes they'd got to go on roller coasters like all the other physics classes.

Feat. tropes including Field Trip to Stark Industries, Peter has Weirdly High Clearance, Peter Doesn't Need ID, Peter is a Disaster Magnet, Haven't I Seen You Somewhere Before, Peter Parker's Unexpected Abs and many more.

Third in the Glowy Green Slime series. Contains major spoilers for Green Glowy Slime and Progress Report.

this one is also part of a series!! but it is a very good series so i recommend that as well. ft. competent teachers, realistic field trip, some tension w/ si not knowing peter but its all resolved very well & did i mention its realistic? bc i love that

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We Are A Family-Part 26

Title: We Are A Family. Pairings: Steve x tony, Peter x Wade, Nat x Clint, Sam x Bucky. Part: 26/? Warnings: swearing, fluff, angst, eventual smut, slowburn. Summary: When Nat comes into the avengers tower with baby Peter Parker, the avengers didn’t know what they were getting themselves into. But now that Peter is here,Steve and Tony both feel protective over him. It doesn’t help that Peter hates everyone other than Steve and tony. But as Steve and tony raise Peter, they start to fall for one another. Will this superfamily work out or will it all turn to hell? A/N: it feels good to be working on this fic again. i’m also working on some other fics so stay tuned for those and a new part should come out within the next 2 to 3 days.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22, Part 23, Part 24, Part 25

On the plane ride home, Tony felt guilt as he sat across from Natasha. Peter was a few aisles back with Wade, Natasha was scowling at him.

"I'm really sorry." Tony said and Nat took a slow deep breath. He knew she was physically restraining herself from murdering him.

"Well thanks to you and your drama, I'm not married and my fiancé is currently in prison. So your apology isn't accepted."

"I didn't mean for this." she scowled at him.

"I don't care Tony, Bruce is gone, Clint is incarcerated! Steve, Bucky, Wanda and Sam are on the run and Rhodey..." She trailed off and Tony flinched.

"I was just trying to look for Wanda." Tony whispered and she scowled.

"And look where that got us. I'm sorry that this is going to hurt but Steve doesn't want you." she may as well have stabbed him.

"Wow."

"He doesn't want you anymore Tony and you have to move on, you can't fight for a marriage when it's dead."

"could you be any colder?"

"I don't want to hurt you but this has gone on long enough and now you've hurt others in your obsession with trying to fix Steve. He doesn't need fixing, he simply just doesn't want you anymore." Tony gritted his teeth, she hadn't heard what Steve had said. But then, Tony rubbed at his chest where the shield had dug in. How he'd picked Bucky's body up off the floor and carried him away from the mess of the fight.

"Okay." Tony whispered and her brows rose.

"Seriously?"

"You're right. I have to let go of it. of him. I'll move on." And he meant it. when he got home, he'd put the house up for sale. He'd see Stephen more often and he would get his shit together. He had no other choice.

-

Peter was exhausted and over the passing months, the exhaustion never faded. He wasn't sure he'd ever forgive his pops for what he'd done to Tony. When Peter had found his dad lying on the floor, unconscious, Peter had thought he was dead. But Tony had woken up, bruised and bloody, but he was alive. Peter watched as his dad began to change though. He started the process of putting the house up for sale, despite Peter's protests, worked reasonable hours and Peter was pretty sure that his dad was seeing someone.

"He seems good." Peter told Wade at lunch in the cafeteria. Wade was in the process of moving out of May's, and Peter made a note of how pale Wade looked. How tired.

"Then you shouldn't worry." Wade assured him and Peter nodded.

"Are you okay?" Wade nodded and bit into an apple, scrunching his face up ever so slightly. But Peter could sense Wade's anxiety at the question, something was wrong.

"Does this have something to do with whatever you're hiding from me?" Peter asked and Wade looked down, a bad sign.

"Let's not talk about it." Peter scowled, he was growing fed up with this lie.

"Why not?" He wanted Wade to let him in, the way Peter had let Wade in. He wanted things to be like when they were kids, well he wanted more than that. But Wade only saw Peter as a friend and Peter wouldn't ask for anything more.

"I don't want to talk about it, please Petey." After a hesitant moment Peter found himself nodding.

"Alright, not now. but later?" Wade nodded his head.

"I'll tell you everything." Wade promised and Peter nodded, satisfied by that answer.

-

Steve hated this. he sat in the dodgy hotel room, Sam and Bucky paced before him, both impatient, both angry.

"Can you tell me why I can't leave now?" Sam asked and Steve met Bucky's gaze.

"Focus." Steve told him and Bucky took a deep breath and narrowed his eyes at Sam.

"something, or someone has a grip on my mind and on Steve's mind." He choked on the words but they were out there in the world.

"what?"

"keep going." Steve said and Bucky began to tremble.

"It's been controlling us for a long time, it's why Steve ended his marriage." Sam's eyes widened.

"Why we broke up?" Bucky nodded once more.

"Yes. It's still controlling us but we're getting better at resisiting." Bucky gritted his teeth and blood began to pour out of his nose.

"Buck?" Sam asked and rushed to Bucky's side.

"I'm fine. But we need you to tell the others. Now." Bucky pleaded and Sam shook his head.

"I'm not going to leave you when your mind is being controlled." Sam said and Bucky's eyes slid to Steve's.

"Sam we need you to do this. the more people that know, the more people who can help. Tony can help us but only if he knows." Steve hated how desperate he sounded, but Sam needed to understand the severity of this situation.

"and what about you two?" he asked and Steve looked down at the floor.

"We can look after one another, we've been on our own with this for a while now."

"And how's that turned out for you? you're fugitives on the run, divorced and your son hates you." at that, Steve flinched.

"Sam." Bucky's voice was sharp and Sam sighed.

"I know you had no control over your words and actions. But you're not as fine as you're pretending to be."

"will you go? Please?" Steve asked. And your son hates you. god, Peter had to hate Steve. It wasn't something Steve had considered. Not really, but it made sense. Of course Peter would hate him, he'd destroyed Peter's life. He'd ruined everything.

"Fine. I'll tell them what's going on."

-

Tony was in the best shape he'd been in since the divorce. His life was balanced, healthy and he was happy. As happy as he could be given the circumstances of his life. He and Stephen were good, really good, and he was starting the process of letting Peter know.

"Dad?" Peter called out as he came inside the new house. There was still boxes everywhere, they really needed to unpack their shit.

"Kitchen." Tony said and Peter came in.

"Hey." Peter grabbed an apple and tossed it back and forth between his hands.

"How was school?" Tony quirked and eyebrow and pressed a few buttons on his tablet.

"fine." Tony put the tablet down.

"Excited for the field trip tomorrow?" Peter shrugged and looked down at his hands.

"guess so." He mumbled and Tony narrowed his eyes. Something was wrong.

"What's up?" Peter raised his head and met Tony's gaze.

"Nothing." A clear lie, Peter was a terrible liar. He bit into the apple, chewed, swallowed.

"Peter." Tony said and Peter sighed, looking up at the roof. Things had been good between Tony and Peter for a while now too, they were happy.

"It's Wade." Peter ran a hand through his hair and Tony had to fight off a smile. Maybe the boys were going to finally admit that they had feelings for one another.

"What about Wade?" Peter glared and Tony had to stifle a laugh, Peter just shook his head and groaned with frustration.

"He's hiding something and he's been hiding it for ages and I feel like it's serious." Peter said. Tony nodded, a tendril of concern curled inside of him. May had mentioned something about Wade months ago, when the boy had moved in with her. But Tony couldn't remember what it was.

"I'm sure everything's fine Peter. The boy's probably going to ask for help with chemistry." But tony made a mental note to give May a call later.

"Well he's coming over soon to tell me what's going on." Peter said and Tony smiled.

"see, it's probably nothing to worry about."

"I wouldn't be worrying if it weren't for..." Pete shuddered and Tony flinched.

"The sense?" Tony asked and Peter nodded. Once again Tony felt a flicker of resentment to Richard Parker for letting his son play with his experiment when Peter was only a baby. The spider bite had never done anything good for Peter.

"It could be nothing. Don't psyche yourself out over this. alright? Do you want me out of the house when you guys have your big talk?" Tony offered and Peter frowned.

"Really?" Tony nodded, knowing his kid probably would want space.

"Yeah. I'll go pick up some Chinese from that place three blocks down, I can get a movie and some ice cream?" Peter grinned and Tony felt relief wash over him.

"that'd be amazing." Tony nodded and stood up as the doorbell rang.

"I'll be back later." He said and grabbed his phone and wallet on the way out.

"Hey Tony." Wade said as Tony opened up the front door.

"Afternoon Wade. I'll see you two later." And as Tony walked down the street he gave May a call.

"Tony?" she asked on the third ring and Tony sighed.

"Alright my son's freaking out. What's going on with Wade Wilson?"

-

Peter couldn't sit still and it was freaking Wade out. Which in turn only made Peter more fidgety.

"Pete." Wade said softly and Peter's bouncing knee stilled.

"It's serious, isn't it?" Peter asked and Wade found himself nodding.

"kind of."

"What does that mean exactly?" Wade swallowed and Peter's knee started to bounce again. Things would never be the same. Once Peter knew, any resemblance of normal would be gone.

"Everything's going to change if I tell you. you'll treat me differently." Wade whispered and hated the tide of emotions that were starting to rise up within him.

"Just talk to me. tell me what's going on with you." but that was the problem. Wade didn't want to talk to Peter about this. didn't want to break this news to Peter. He wanted to curl up in a ball and pretend like he was fine. I'm dying Peter. There's nothing anyone can do. I'm not responding to treatment, I've got months.

"I-" the words died in his throat and Peter took Wade's hand.

"It's okay." Peter whispered and squeezed. It was too much. Wade couldn't tell Peter and he couldn't touch Peter.

"I like you Peter." The words blurted out of Wade's mouth and hung in the air. Peter pulled his hand back and stared at the wall. Wade's heart hammered in his chest. It wasn't a lie. He really did like Peter, had done for ages now, it was just the easier truth to tell Peter.

"Is that a joke?" Peter's voice was raw, hoarse and Wade swallowed.

"A joke?"

"Are you mocking me? is this where you reveal the camera and Flash jumps out and you both laugh at me?" Wade was dumbfounded.

"of course not!" he shot to his feet and began to pace. Frustration and anger sat in his stomach. He didn't know what to do with all these emotions.

"Wade I'm serious. If you're just mocking me I need you to tell me right now." Peter's voice was shaking and Wade curled his hands into fists. He wanted to run his hands through his hair, but every time he did that, clumps came out and he couldn't let Peter see that.

"I'm serious Peter! I like you, I really really like you. like, crazy about you like you. You've changed my whole life in more ways than you could ever know!" Wade shouted and Peter flinched. Wade squeezed his eyes shut and his heart hammered inside of his chest. He'd fucked up. This wasn't how he'd pictured this going. He should have just come out with the fact that he was dying. Because then Peter wouldn't hate him. Then he wouldn't lose Peter.

"Really?"

"Fuck. Yes really." Wade opened his eyes and looked at Pete. But he wasn't staring back with anger, not with hatred, but with something else.

"Oh."

-

Peter didn't know what to say, his mind was stuck on those words, I really really like you. like, crazy about you like you.

"Oh?" Wade asked and Peter found himself nodding.

"It's just that, I really really like you too." Peter told him and Wade rose his brows.

"Oh."

"Yeah. Oh." And then Wade was kneeling before Peter, his hands curled into tight balls. Peter's knee bounced more frantically now, he knew what was about to happen and he'd waited years for this moment. Wade leaned forward and Peter met him halfway and the two of them melted together. Wade's lips pressed against Peter's in a gentle kiss that left Peter breathless. Wade was the one to pull back, his eyes squeezed shut.

"Wade?" Peter whispered, afraid that they'd both shatter if he spoke too loudly.

"I want this, I really want this Peter." He whispered and Peter grinned.

"me too." And then he pulled Wade back to him and kissed him more fiercely. Wade hadn't shaved and there was a light stubble which rubbed against Peter's face, Wade's lips were soft and warm and he tasted like mint.

Peter wanted this, Peter wanted this to go on forever.

-

"What's going on May?" May had agreed to meet Tony at the Chinese place and they were waiting for Tony's order.

"Promise me you won't tell anyone. Not even Peter." May said and Tony frowned.

"Not even Peter?"

"Especially not Peter." Tony didn't like that. He was in such a good place with Peter.

"What's going on?" Tony asked again and May sighed.

"Al was never sick." May's hands began to tremble and she shook her head.

"Then why was Wade staying with you?" Tony's stomach twisted itself into knots, worry made its way through him until his knee began to nervously bounce.

"Please don't tell Peter. Wade deserves some normalcy. He's a good kid Tony." Tony clenched his teeth together and nodded once. May sagged with relief and looked down at the floor.

"He's sick. Really sick."

"Sick?" Was that what this was all about? Wade was sick?

"It's bad."

"why didn't you tell me sooner, whatever he needs I can pay for it, I can get the best-" But May shook her head and Tony dreaded whatever she was about to say.

"You can't Tony. He's got cancer. And he's not responding to treatment." The wind was knocked out of him and Tony's hands began to tremble. Poor Peter.

"What about surgery?" May took one of Tony's hands and squeezed but shook her head.

"it's in his liver, lungs, prostate, and brain. He's too far gone." Tony squeezed his eyes shut. what now? what was he supposed to do now?

"And what about Peter? How is this fair for him? He went years without Wade, they hated each other. And now they're best friends again, how was that right for Peter?" Tony demanded and May sighed.

"What did you want me to do? He was dying and I couldn't keep the two of them apart. Not when Peter couldn't go home because of-" But May cut herself off. Tony shook his head.

"Because of Steve and I." Tony finished for her.

"No one is to blame here. The doctors think Wade has a few more months left. He's supposed to tell Peter tonight." God, what would Tony be walking into when he got home?

"Mr Stark?" his food was ready. Tony stood and took the bag, then turned back to May.

"Thanks for telling me." and with that, Tony readied himself to put back together the broken pieces of his sons heart.

[forasecondtherewedwon]

Hello! I am in love with everything you write. You’re so creative and you’re inspiring me to finally sit down and write something again. I love reading fics with flustered Peter and DAMN you deliver. I’m wondering if you could do a drabble with 23? :)

Hello, @sydzygy! Thank you for the prompt! Your message was so wonderful that I wish I could’ve gotten to it sooner! I have been writing this one for a while though… the end kinda kept getting further away until, whaddaya know, it’s over 5000 words. Plenty of flustered Peter AND flustered MJ though!

Thanks to you too, Anon! I saw the “please.” I appreciated the “please.” I made the fic NSFW.

Venus, ParkerPairing: Peter Parker x Michelle Jones (Spideychelle)Rating: E/NSFWWord count: 5602

23. “We bet and you lost, so you have to do it.”

“I can’t believe you didn’t intervene,” Peter hissed to Nedas they climbed the dune. “Some ‘guy in the chair’ you are.”

“I didn’t know he was going to make skinny-dipping thepunishment!” his best friend argued back. “How was I supposed to guess that,Peter?”

“You were supposed to stop it from happening in the firstplace!  You were supposed to make somekind of excuse on my behalf as soon as the words ‘I bet Penis can’t do abackflip’ were out of his mouth! I can’t let people know I’m good at thatstuff! It would totally blow my cover! I had to throw it.”

“If I can make a suggestion,” Ned huffed as they neared thetop, brushing through tall spikes of grass; the navy skyline widened. “Youshould work on not reacting to peer pressure. I didn’t make you take the bait.”

Peter sighed.

“I know, he just bugs me. I’m so sick of being called―”

“PENIS! PEEEEENIS! HURRY UP, YOU FUCKING TURTLE!” Flashyelled from the beach. The beam of his flashlight made looping patterns on theground.

Exchanging a weary look, Peter and Ned crested the dune andtook long, uneven strides down the other side, sand pouring into the sides oftheir shoes.

“Flash, come on, man,” Peter tried as they approached hisnemesis. “This is stupid. It wasn’t a fair challenge. Nobody can do abackflip.”

The other boy was unrelenting, grinning in the moonlight.Ugh. Peter just wanted to go back to the campground where the decathlon teamwas set up and have another s’more. Get into his pajamas. Maybe talk to MJ nowthat Mr. Harrington had hit the hay and quit supervising their every move.

“We bet and you lost,” Flash reminded him mercilessly, “soyou have to do it.”

Peter glanced at the dark lake, slow waves licking the shorein a way that made him want to sleep rather than submerge his naked body intowater that was going to feel a hell of a lot colder now that the sun had gonedown.

“Don’t wimp out, Penis.”

The nickname startled Peter and he gave Flash a sharp look.

“You better not look.”

“Oh please,” Flash said, rolling his eyes. (Peter was alittle bit insulted.) “I only have eyes for one man, and that’s Spider-Man.”

Ned failed to muffle his abrupt chuckle and his best friendglared at him.

“Sorry,” Ned mouthed. Flash’s well-known crush on Spider-Manwas a touchy subject for Peter. Shockingly.

The three of them watched the water for a minute. The soundof it, washing in and out, was really peaceful. What a beautiful night to beutterly played by some jackass. Suddenly, there was the vibrating of a phone.It turned out to be Ned’s.

“Betty’s air mattress keeps deflating,” he informed Peter,eyes on the screen. “She asked if I could come help her.”

“Go ahead,” Peter allowed with a half-hearted smile. “Youdon’t need to stick around for this.”

“You should be thankful I’m such a nice guy and didn’tinsist on an audience,” Flash piped up.

Ned gave Peter a sympathetic look and traipsed back towardsthe dunes and the campground beyond. Flash, completely devoid of sympathy,clicked his flashlight off and on impatiently.

“Let’s goooo,” hecomplained.

Peter groaned.

“Fine, but turn around. I’ll yell once I’m in the water.”

“Sounds fair,” Flash agreed.

Of course it was fair―it was the one part of this horriblemisadventure that Peter’d had a say in. Wearily, he shed his clothes, droppedthem in a heap on the sand, and sprinted for the water. He wasn’t going to callback to Flash until he was submerged up to his neck.

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MJ didn’t know who was where―as far as she was concerned,being the team’s captain for practices and tournaments didn’t translate intobeing their babysitter for field trips and retreats―just that she was alone.And she liked it that way.

The campfire scene had been pretty mellow until Abe haddecided to experiment with physical equilibrium by balancing their quarteredlogs of firewood, stacking them higher and higher, flames dancing upwards toengulf them. Yeah, that was a little too Lordof the Flies for how MJ wanted her weekend to go, so she’d left thewarnings and chastisement to Betty. (Ned had just shown up to potentially MacGyverher air mattress so the air would quit whistling out every time she laid downon it, leaving his girlfriend free to stop Abe from burning his eyebrows off.)

She’d wound through a thin barrier of trees to escape theglow of the fire and reach the valley of the path leading up between the dunes;now, MJ was scrambling upward, trying to keep her footing while also openingthe new app she’d installed on her phone before they’d left the city. It wassupposed to display the segment of sky currently over her position and map outwhich constellations should be visible to her. As she moved her phone around,the view would apparently shift, offering her information from horizon tohorizon, in any direction. Camp was just too bright and too sheltered to giveher the celestial panorama she craved.

Right when she lifted her gaze from her screen to check outthe vantage from the top of the dune, a blinding light swung across her face.

“Oh my god, this is perfect, here.”

It was Flash’s voice, but MJ could only see pitch black.Asshole had completely wrecked her night vision. What was working was her senseof touch, tested when Flash shoved something against her stomach and shegrasped it instinctively. He was already half-running, half-tripping past her,heading for their team’s campsite while MJ attempted to figure out what she washolding. Soft… lumpy… something that felt like denim?

She stuffed her phone into her pocket (she wouldn’t be ableto see the screen until her eyes adjusted all over again) and staggered generallydownwards, aiming for the soothing sounds of a beach post-nightfall.

After a considerable amount of blinking as she made everyeffort to improve her sight, MJ figured she was halfway across the beach,somewhere between dune and lake. She was sufficiently close to distinguish adark shape in the water. Quickly, she brought the bundle she’d been carrying toarm’s length and realized it was an entire set of clothes. Minus shoes, but MJalmost fell over one of those on her next step. Had Flash murdered someone outhere and tricked her into finding the body? What a shithead.

“MJ?!”

She flushed like she’d been caught. She also jumped a littleand something dropped limply onto her foot.

“Uh…” MJ called back to Peter, recognizing his voice and thepale circle of his face a little ways out in the water. “…hey, Parker. Why do Ihave your underwear?”

Stooping, she snatched up the item that had fallen and wavedit over her head like a flag of surrender. She’d spoken before she was certain,but one of the pieces of clothing was definitely jeans and, out of the cottonythings that remained, well, whatever she was flailing in the air was the onlyone with an elastic band.

She assumed Peter was crouching because the whole team hadbeen swimming earlier in the day and found the drop-off was a good 100 yardsout, but he confirmed it. With a sudden splash, he started to rise out of thewater and head in her direction. He sunk back down just as abruptly and MJsmiled to herself at his embarrassed laugh, lowering her arm. Excellent, she realizedshe could see now―maybe not far enough to view Peter in detail but, obviouslyshe wouldn’t want that. Why would she want that? She wouldn’t.

“I’m not sure,” he called to her, “but I could guess. I thought I left my clothes on the beach.Between that and you having them, well, that’s gotta be Flash.”

“That clears everything up,” she replied wryly, tossing hisclothes down with a plop and walking to the water’s edge. Amusingly, Petershrunk back a bit. “Let me recite that timeline back to you. First, you’re downhere with Flash. Second, you strip naked. Third, Flash blinds me and gives meyour clothes. You’re pretty smart, Peter. I think you’ll agree that storyleaves a few highly suspicious gaps.”

He groans loudly and MJ grins.

“Flash tricked me into trying to do a backflip, I lost a betwhen I couldn’t, and he has zerosense of human decency.”

“But you can do a backflip.” She was puzzled.

“What?”

“I’ve seen you do a backflip.”

“You have? When?”

Woops. The perils of being very observant. It wasn’t likeshe’d spied on Peter, she’d just forgotten something after decathlon practice afew weeks ago, gone back, and seen him flip off the stage in the auditorium. MJdidn’t know his gymnastic talents were a secret, exactly, she just hadn’tmentioned them to anyone because initiating conversations still wasn’t secondnature. If these abilities were asecret, she wasn’t protecting him on purpose. Definitely not.

“Uh, don’t remember,” she said, airily blowing him off. Shefrowned. “Aren’t you cold out there?”

She saw him shrug.

“It’s actually not that bad. I had my head under for aminute, which is probably when Flash booked it out of here with my clothes.” MJsnickered and didn’t reply. “Ok,” Peter said after a few seconds, “well, I’llsee you back at camp.”

She stiffened.

“I’m not your personal courier.”

“…What do you mean?”

“I mean I didn’t come down here to deliver your clothes,loser. I’m not leaving yet.”

“But I’m naked!” he yelped.

MJ’s body was just trying to keep her warm without theexternal help of the campfire. That was all this sudden surge of heat was.

“You know, I did actually comprehend that when I had yourboxers in my hand.” She glanced sideways where she’d set his clothes. “You maywant to shake them out before you put them back on, by the way, unless youenjoy sand in delicate places.”

She could practically hear Peter’s weary exhale, butsomething in MJ insisted that she not vacate the beach just because he told herto. This wasn’t his private property and he had no authority over her. Shewasn’t his to… to… Heat flooded her again, face to feet. Yes, this wasdefinitely just her irritation at being bossed around by Backflip Boy.

“When are youleaving?” he tried.

“When I’m done.”

His words sounded like resignation to her, so MJ began torelax again, the way she’d felt when she’d strolled out of camp on her own. That was weird. This calm was something she usually (always) experienced whentotally alone. But Peter was here. Peter was here and he was lazily swimmingcloser, toes probably creeping along the sandy floor of the shallows.

“So… why’d you come out here?”

MJ started to explain, then paused to fish the phone thatwas her alibi out of the pocket of her jean shorts.

“Trying to see the stars better. There’s too much light atcamp.”

“Oh yeah? Cool!” He propelled himself forward some more. Atonce, she was panicky, heart beating too fast. She concentrated on her phone,the screen mostly dark but for the points of light representing stars.

“I said ‘stars’ not ‘Star Wars,’ before you get tooexcited,” MJ warned sarcastically, not looking up.

“My interest in space goes beyond the fictional.”

She raised her head, readying a snarky reply that never came.Peter had his shoulders above the water now, arms out to the sides for balance.As she stared, he tipped his head back, rewetting his hair, then brought it upagain. Her fingers went slack around her phone and she had to catch it with herother hand.

“What were you trying to see specifically?” he asked, wipingwater away from his eyes as it ran down from his hair.

It was a struggle to compose herself, but she did it.

“Well, I sure wasn’t looking for Uranus.”

Peter huffed and stroked with his arms, sending himbackwards several feet. MJ was laughing.

“Peter, don’t. It was a joke. I can’t see anything.”

It took a long, careful stare before he drifted neareragain.

“I know,” he eventually conceded. “I know you can’t seeanything. The dark, the distance, the distortion of the water…” She wanted tocough the word ‘nerd,’ but she restrained herself. “But I’m vulnerable here,”Peter went on, gesturing at himself with both hands. “I can’t leave.”

“Do you want to?” MJ asked without thinking it over.

Peter met her eye.

“Do you?”

She swallowed and cocked her head stiffly, jerky with afluttering anxiousness. It wasn’t a dare, it wasn’t a bet (yeah, Peter’dprobably had enough of those for one night), and yet there was something aboutthe way he’d said it―those two words.

Maintaining eye contact, MJ sat in the sand. This was herstaying. She shuffled her feet out of her flip-flops and flicked them off tothe side, then stretched her legs straight out until her heels were in the lake.Peter was also in the lake. Everything was fine. She inhaled with precision.

Oh fuck, she could see his bare chest.

Abruptly, MJ lost ground on the confident who cares that you’re nude below thewaterline? thing, wimping out and turning her gaze decidedly downwards toher phone screen. She read the words ‘Ursa Minor’ a dozen times, but kept her back stiff like she was concentrating very hard, focusing on something desperately important.

It wasn’t sustainable, this tense effort to ignore Peter.She couldn’t do it at school when he was a dork in the marching band and shesure as hell couldn’t do it when he was bare-ass naked in a lake. Being underthe broad, dark sky was suddenly claustrophobic. MJ couldn’t breathe. Her facewas overly warm. She was going to be asphyxiated by her attraction to Peter.YES! FINE! She was attracted to him!

“Ursa Minor,” MJ mumbled to herself in the fanatical tone ofa madwoman. She was Mrs. Rochester on a beach. Now there was a woman who would’ve been entertained by aconstellation-identifying app, stuck up in the attic all that time. God, MJ wasspiralling. Brontё was her crazy place.

“I know some stuff,” Peter said from the water.

She braced herself for the sight and, yep, there was his wetskin, just glistening away in the moonlight. How dare he.

“I could show you,” he said.

MJ’s mind totally fuzzed on what Peter might be wanting toshow her. Lake Peter. After-dark Peter. Wet Peter. Her heart was bursting likea bagful of popcorn kernels, one eruption after the next.

“Constellations,” he explained, as though she hadn’tresponded because he hadn’t been clear, rather than because she’d gottensidetracked wondering about his sexual savoir-faire.

“How are you going to show me? I won’t be able to tell whatyou’re pointing at.”

“I could come out… but I’d wanna dry off before putting myclothes back on.”

“Yeah, no,” she said immediately. “There’s a time limit onhow long I can respectfully avert my eyes before I get bored standing there anddecide to walk back to camp.”

“You could come in,” Peter replied quietly.

“In… the water.” MJ shivered involuntarily.

“It’s not that cold, right?”

He pointed at where her feet were partially submerged. Shewanted to laugh if the water temperature was the reason he thought she’dshivered. Was Peter just going to pretend that the biggest issue with hissuggestion was the possibility of her getting chilly?

“So you’ll be a gentleman while I get undressed?”

Instantly, he flushed and gestured before his words couldcatch up. Only he didn’t say what MJ expected him to.

“That’s not very fair.”

She gave him a stern look.

“Why not? Sure, I’ve been sitting here with your clothes,but I didn’t watch you remove them. I didn’t stare at your naked body! Not mostof it,” she added under her breath, seeing as she’d been eyeing him in thewater all this time.

Peter glanced down quickly, grinning like he’d heard whatshe’d said.

“I’ll turn around,” he promised, glancing up withsuspiciously trustworthy eyes.

“No.”

“No?” he choked out.

“Just… cover your eyes,” she requested, getting to her feet.“Then I’ll be able to watch you and know you aren’t somehow ogling myreflection.”

“What if I peeked through my fingers?”

MJ laughed because she knew Peter Parker would do no suchthing.

“Then your guilty expression would betray you the second youdropped your hands.”

He chuckled to himself.

“Yeah, good point.”

“So… cover ‘em, Peter.”

She saw his mouth fall open slightly.

“We’re actually…”

“We’re actually,” MJ confirmed, grabbing the hem of hert-shirt. His eyes grew wider. “Chill. We’re just two nerds talking about astronomy.It’s not a big deal.”

She began to draw her shirt up her stomach slowly, givinghim plenty of warning, and he slapped his hands over his eyes, splashinghimself with lake water. Pausing for nerves, MJ saw Peter shift to regain hisbalance after lifting his arms. The disturbance swished his wet cover to andfro and when it settled, she could see more of his chest. Plus all of hisarms―raised as they were. Face hot, she wondered how long it would take to heata beach by starlight, if they could put a hold on the sun. Because the nightwouldn’t last forever, MJ quickly yanked off her shirt and chucked it on top ofPeter’s clothes.

Her gaze slid intently from the heap to the boy in thewater. He was diligently blocking her out, palms flat over his eyes and fingersstretched up his forehead into the front of his hair. Although she couldn’ttell right now, MJ knew it would curl aggressively as it dried, like it hadthis afternoon after everyone went for a dip together. She thought about it,thought about him, and stared straight at him too as she unbuttoned her shortsand shimmied her legs to shake them down to the sand.

Peter’s chest rose and fell as she watched, reacting tosomething. Must’ve been a ripple in the water, she figured. Something shecouldn’t see from here.

“You haven’t asked,” MJ noted, unclipping her bra. Pile.

“W-what should I ask?”

“If you can look yet. And I didn’t say you should.”

There was a pause, thick like wet sand.

“You’re surprised I’m not more impatient? Do you want me tobe?”

She’d need sunscreen to protect the rest of her exposed skinfrom the way her face seemed to be glowing, ready to sear. How he’d flipped herremark around on her… MJ hadn’t expected it. Another question he’d put to herbluntly that sounded so innocent. But it wasn’t, not really. This wasn’t themsussing out who wanted the last hamburger and was too afraid to be rude. Thiswas a more complicated politick of desire and it couldn’t all be questions andevasions; eventually, there would need to be blunt answers for Peter’s bluntquestions.

“Just an observation,” MJ muttered.

She removed her underwear carefully, keeping them away fromthe sand by lifting her feet high and maneuvering the leg holes swiftly anddexterously around her heels to preclude transfer. All she left on was theelastic in her hair.

“I’m… I’m coming into the water now.”

“I can hear you.”

Maybe her racing heart was drowning out the noise of herfeet, because all MJ heard were tinkling slaps, then gentle swooshing as thelake greeted her ankles, her shins, the tender backs of her knees. Peterrotated towards her as she got closer, she noticed, still covering his eyes.Wading past him, MJ flicked water at his head―a couple feet away when her armwas stretched all the way out to the side. They both laughed. She didn’t stopmoving through the water until it came up just above her breasts when she wasstanding, wetting more of her skin as she sunk down.

Despite attempting to ease the tension (she felt it, he mustbe feeling it), MJ’s heart was still banging hard enough that she expected tosee ripples racing away from her on the surface of the water. She glanced backat the beach, then at Peter. The air was still and the rest of the world seemedpeacefully distant, if not empty. She hopped from foot to foot on the sandylakebed, swaying pleasantly in a way that belied how uncontrolled she felt onthe inside, not just because of the weak current her motions were creating.

Peter dropped his hands and looked at her. MJ drew her armsinstinctively inward, treading water in front of her chest.

“I thought you would wait until I said you could open youreyes,” she told him, not actually upset.

“I figured you’d be… uh… covered by now.” He gestured at hershoulders, peeking above the surface like the curved backs of baby geese.“You’re tall, but you’re not thattall.”

“You figured oryou knew? Am I supposed to believe that you hadn’t already calculated the depthof the water compared to my height, and considered the distance from the beach?The length of my stride, maybe?”

“I just didn’t want to show off.” Peter shrugged, grinning alittle. “Make you feel vulnerable.”

“Oh, you mean like I did to you,” MJ joked.

Incredible. All it took for them to have a non-abusiveconversation was less light and fewer clothes. (No clothes.) There weren’t awealth of ways to replicate these conditions once they got home. There was oneway―one very specific way―but she hadto remember her own excuse for their behaviour: they were just two nerds with ashared interest in astronomy. Every step they’d taken since she’d descended tothe beach was motivated purely by logic.

Yeah, better not consider that intentional state of denialtoo closely.

“Let’s start easy,” Peter suggested.

He flowed towards her―smoother than walking on land, thoughhe did that with a weird gracefulness too―and MJ’s heart flipped end over end.She looked at his face too long after he’d extended his arm, pointing above them.

“The Little Dipper.”

“Ursa Minor,” she corrected. “Yeah, I’ve pretty much gotthat one down.”

Peter appeared blue in this light. Blue and soft anddreamlike, like he was going to take her hand and fly her to Mermaid Lagoon.Wait, wrong Peter.

“Well… hmm.”

His concentration shifted upward, high above the both ofthem. MJ’s remained fixed on his face and the way the moon and the lake ruledits bright places and its shadows; noticing him across a classroom or from theother end of the lunch table wasn’t the same as performing a close study of hisprofile from less than three feet away. The definition of his jaw was asurprise, with his head tilted back. It trapped a shadow beneath it, like aledge. As MJ dragged her eyes slowly down, she tried to discern the exact spotat which that darkness dissolved into the light bouncing up off the water,making his throat pale and vampiric. Or maybe she was the vampire. She certainlywanted to bite down on his skin with her teeth.

MJ yanked the elastic from her hair and shook her head,trying to clear it. Unfortunately, it was as ineffective as shaking a snowglobe and expecting to see through it more easily. She was hazy with Peter, whowas pointing to Venus, checking to make sure MJ was staring at the correctdazzling speck.

“That one?” she asked, squinting although the light sourcewas minute and far, far away. (God,she thought, don’t say that out loud. Notafter you told Peter this wasn’t about Star Wars.)

Peter angled his head in her direction, eyes still on thesky.

“No, the bright one.” Absently, it looked like, he glancedfrom her to Venus, attempting to establish a guiding line he could point along.“Down a little… I think.”

“You think?”

Honestly, MJ wasn’t putting too much effort into findinganything. Her priorities had changed. There were so many fewer opportunities tobe alone with Peter than there were stars visible from the state of New York.

“Just…”

Peter sighed and suddenly his hands came around from behindher, holding underneath her jaw like he was lifting a heavy chalice with bothhands. Like the Holy Grail or something. His thumbs pressed to its hinge, hisindex fingers resting against her cheeks. He directed her manually, helping herfind Venus. MJ was going to burn him. Her face was too hot.

“Do you see? Oh.”

He must’ve snapped out of his science-daze and realized howhe was touching her. How they never touched. They might’ve shaken hands once.(It was three times―she remembered.) Peter’s fingers sprang away from her skin,jack-in-the-box quick, but MJ grabbed his hands.

“I see,” she said, turning weightlessly in the water. Thewet ends of her hair stroked her back.

She let go of one of Peter’s hands and, miraculously, itlanded on the back of her neck. The pads of his fingers were pruney. The otherhand MJ kept, her arm crossing her body to maintain contact.

“It is a bigdeal,” he told her. She vaguely recalled stating the opposite, lying. “It is.”

Cautious, MJ leaned her upper body closer, led by her lips.Her gaze went from Peter’s mouth to his eyes, mouth to eyes, up and down, likeflipping a light switch on and off repeatedly. When her lips actually met his,it was strange. She was too aware of them, the texture. Then, MJ was aware ofherself, trembling. They broke the kiss.

Peter held her face again with both hands and she saw thathis expression was calm, the way that his eyelashes flapped lightly with hiseyelids half-lowered, brown eyes warm and deep, staring at her mouth. Beforeshe could take a breath or think anything through, she kissed him again,quickly.

Heat burned through her, a match dropped in a trail ofgasoline. MJ inhaled hard through her nose and pressed her mouth firmly toPeter’s as he slid his hand to the back of her neck; his thumb dug in next toher spine and it felt really good, like a massage.

Tentatively, their tongues touched and retreated. Then,Peter surged forward like he knew what he was doing and, hell, she wasconvinced, finding his shoulders and grabbing on. Having someone’s tongue inher mouth was decidedly more thrilling in practice than in theory. MJ felt herhead tilting more to the side, rocking forward and back, as her lips moved withPeter’s.

While the sand dipped and swished under her curling toes,his desire was her solid ground.

The second time they paused to breathe, MJ noticed she’dwrapped her arm over Peter’s shoulder, and that his hand had caressed downwardfrom her neck to her upper back.

“You wanna get out?” he panted. In the moonlight, she wascaught up in counting the freckles on his nose; they’d darkened and multipliedsince the decathlon team had arrived at the campground.

She could tell he was trying to figure out what the rightthing was, so that he could do it. Typical Peter.

“No.”

He raised hopeful eyebrows and MJ felt shy. Not because theywere slowly circling, hands on each other in perfectly appropriate places(though on each other’s naked bodies nonetheless), but because she was admitting,out loud, in one syllable, that she wanted him.

“I was right, wasn’t I?” Peter checked, head inclinedtowards hers. “Water’s not too cold.”

“You better not be peeing, Parker,” MJ threatened.

When he laughed in surprise, she threw her other arm behindhis neck and pulled herself close to him with a smirk on her mouth.

The kiss was softer than she’d intended. That was becauseher legs had rubbed against his underwater. It wasn’t just their knees bumping,which had been likely enough as they’d moved closer since they were bothcrouching slightly; the outer part of MJ’s thigh brushed along the inside ofPeter’s. The side of her slim calf encountered the solid curve of muscle inhis. It woke things in her, like the first spark catching on a crumpled pieceof newspaper when Mr. Harrington finally got the campfire going after insistinghe didn’t need a lighter (and being shocked and disappointed when Flash hadreadily produced one and offered it up to hurry the process).

MJ could tell Peter felt it too―not just her leg, the awakening. Which was really asuper clichéd and simplistic way to think about adolescent sexuality, particularly female sexuality, but yeah, it appeared that her relationship withher own passion was coming down to this. A moment with Peter Parker, floating between Venus and a shallow drop-off.

Peter’s hand swept down her back as he released a shakysigh; MJ felt as though she was waking up to find herself shuffling onto hislap, lifting her legs with sleepy slowness to hook them over his. They sanklower into the water together, chins briefly dipped.

“Hey, MJ,” he murmured.

She bit her lip.

“Peter,” she acknowledged.

This kiss was gentle on purpose, exploratory and calm enoughto slide through the surface of their pooled attraction without a ripple. Itdidn’t stir up anything more frantic, as her lips compressed steadily to his.Peter’s hand was secure on the small of her back, her arms loosely around hisshoulders. Their warm exhalations left the mildest currents in the air betweenthem.

He began to play absently with her hair, collecting it witha hand that skimmed behind her shoulders, then closed in a circle like a slackelastic. MJ smiled against his mouth and felt the little dimples of muscle inhis back when he moved his arm. Their tongues met again, but it was easy and incontrol. She thought about bobbing there all night with him and creeping totheir tents when the sky turned a thin, pale grey.

Then Peter had to go and shift his hand, allowing cool waterto touch the spot his palm had warmed on her lower back. Making her shiver.

MJ hadn’t known that about him, that such a tiny reactionwould cause him to respond like it’d been a seismic tremor, like she’d shakenthe ground beneath his feet, but when she moved, he moved. His mouth surgedagainst hers and he gathered her so close that her stomach was pressed upagainst his erection―her stomach and lower, legs splayed on his lap.

It was as sudden as an undertow and, fittingly, she didn’tknow which way was up. This, this had been lurking all that time she’d spentwatching Peter, this had been waiting for her while she was waiting for him. MJclung to it now (and to him) and couldn’t believe she’d spared him even onesecond to point at the sky. He wanted to show her Venus? Too late. She’d foundit for herself and, yeah, maybe it was more a Venus of the Greek goddessvariety, but Peter didn’t seem to be having any issue with that.

There was a wetness between them that wasn’t just the lake.Though the water worked against it, Peter and MJ―foreheads bumping lightly asthey closed their eyes and breathed hard―kept replenishing it, bodies grindingtogether out of sight below the dark, glassy surface. Her calves were tense asshe hung on to him.

All the external rubbing made MJ’s insides feel electric;maybe she was lighting up like a jellyfish, sonic blue. It certainly seemed toshock him when she drew in a demanding, shuddering breath and climaxed, handsclenching to fists behind his back, nails catching his skin.

“Oh my god,” he said, and she opened her eyes to thepleading scrunch of his forehead. A pair of eyes like lucky pennies in afountain. “Is it ok if I…?”

MJ smiled in satiated amusement and rocked her hips. Themotion urged an oversensitive wiggle out of her, until Peter’s hands held herfast, hugging her body to his. As his hips bucked, she instinctively nuzzledthe side of her face into his and scooped up a handful of water. He groaned hername and she felt immortal.

Lifting her hand, she slowly tipped the water out onto theback of Peter’s head. It rewet his hair and trickled along the back of hisneck. MJ parted her arms to give it a path between his shoulder blades and inthe meantime, Peter came. When his chin tucked over her shoulder, something hither hard in the heart. She hugged him back fiercely.

And they floated.

In the end, MJ got out first while Peter sat with his backto her in the shallow water, arms on his bent knees. She threw on her clotheswith her skin still wet (camp and the chance for a hot shower followed by dry pajamaswere close), then he did the same while she faced their lake.

Their hands had never touched each other anywhere beyondthose appropriate places, but their fingers linked as they climbed the dunesand they shared a shy, silent look over that little intimacy.

[romeoandjulietyouwish]

Peter Parker’s Field Trip (it goes great...)

WOOT WOOT! Another fic! Thank you so much for reading it and I hope you enjoy!

Peter was almost falling asleep in class when Ned hurridly slapped his arm. 

“What?” Peter groaned, looking up at his friend from where his head rested on his desk. 

Ned said nothing but tapped something on Peter’s desk. Peter sat up with a groan, rubbing his eyes. He took the paper and skimmed it. 

“Oh shit.” Peter groaned, running his hand over his face. 

“Dude! This is the greatest news ever!” Ned practically shouted. “A field trip to Stark Industries! I think I’m going to die!”

Peter sighed, “Ned, I go there every single day I don’t-”

Peter is cut off by Flash shouting at him from across the room, “Hey, Penis! Now everyone will know that your internship is fake!” Flash and his friends laughed. 

Peter laid his head back down onto his desk, “This sucks.”

“Dude,” Ned said, “this is your chance! You can prove that you really work there! All you have to do is tell Mr. Stark-”

“No!” Peter cut in, “If I do that he’ll find out about Flash and he’ll murder him. Not to mention he’ll embarrass me in the process!” Peter hissed, making sure no one could hear him. 

“Attention, class!” The teacher called as the last bell rang, “I need your permission slips back by Thursday for the trip on Friday!” Peter and Ned swung their backpacks onto their backs and walked out of the class where they were immediately ambushed by MJ. 

“Hey, losers,” MJ said as she walked with them to their lockers. “Are you going on the Stark Industries trip?”

“Of course!” Ned said with a large smile. 

“Ugh,” Peter said as he opened his locker. 

“Peter,” MJ rolled her eyes, “you have to go! You can finally show Flash that you really work there.”

“That’s what I said!” Ned exclaimed, offering MJ a high five which she met with a deadpanned expression. 

Peter sighed, “I’ll think about it.” Peter closed his locker and started walking towards the front of the school, “I’ll see you guys later!” MJ and Ned waved as Peter practically ran out of the building. 

He quickly spotted Happy in his usual spot outside the school. 

“Hey, Happy!” Peter said, feigning as much excitement as he could. Happy smiled at the kid. 

“How was school?” Happy asked as they pulled away from the school. 

“It was good, I aced my Spanish test!” Peter said proudly. 

“Nice work, kid,” Happy replied and Peter couldn’t help but think how much their relationship has evolved. At first, Happy would never have asked Peter how he was doing in school or congratulated him on passing a test, but everything changed when Tony and Pepper adopted Peter. Happy had become his pseudo uncle.

“Thanks, Happy!” Peter smiled. “Compound or Tower?” Peter asked.

“Compound.” Happy said, “Your dad wants to spend the weekend with the rest of the team, says it’s going to be good for morale.” 

“Oh no.” Peter groaned, sliding down in his seat. 

“What?” Happy laughed, “You don’t like your aunts and uncles any more?”

“No..” Peter began, “Just promise you won’t tell dad?”

“Sure, kid.”

“Well...” Peter sighed, “my class is taking a field trip to the tower next week.”

Happy laughed, “You’re screwed, kid.”

“I know!” Peter moaned. “How am I supposed to hide it from three spies?”

Happy laughed again, “Good luck.”

“Thanks, Happy.”

...

Peter and Happy arrived at the compound a few hours later. As soon as the car parked, Peter bolted from the car and ran into the compound. 

“I’m home!” Peter called as he tossed his bag against the wall. 

“In here, Petey!” Someone called from the living room. Peter smiled and ran into the room. 

Natasha sat crossed legged on the counter, eating cookie dough off a spoon, Bucky and Steve were mixing what looked like some sort of pasta, Clint was asleep on the couch, Bruce sat on the floor of the living room with his papers spread out on the coffee table, Wanda was curled up in an armchair on her phone, Pepper was furiously typing on her computer at the kitchen counter, and Tony was standing in the middle of the room with a smile on his face as his son skidded into the room. 

“Hey, kid!” Tony said as Peter hugged him. Tony ruffled the kid's hair, “Go say hi to everyone.” Peter beamed. 

Peter grew closer with the rest of the Avengers after the adoption. Tony had declared them all his aunts and uncles, except for Wanda who had been dubbed his cousin. Peter had no way of knowing this, but every single one of them viewed Peter as their family. 

All of the Avengers receive Peter’s hugs with soft smiles. After greeting all of the Avengers, Peter settles in on the couch, waking Clint. Clint groans, gives Peter a one-armed hug, and falls asleep again. Peter looks to Natasha. 

“What’s with him?” Peter asks. Natasha swings off of the counter and sits on the back of the couch to talk to Peter. 

“Long night. He and his wife just had a third kid so he’s not been getting any sleep.” Natasha says with a smile. 

“Hey, squirt, why don’t you go get ready for dinner?” Tony asked, walking over to Peter. 

“Sure.” Peter jumps over the back of the couch and runs into the kitchen to join Bucky and Steve. Tony and Natasha share a glance. 

...

“So Peter,” Tony begins as he twirls spaghetti onto his fork, “any news from today?”

“Nope.” Peter replies, looking down at his plate. 

“Nothing about a field trip?” Pepper asks with a smirk. 

“Shit.” Peter mumbles under his breath. 

“Language,” Steve says, with a chuckle. 

“How did you find out about that?” Peter groans. Wanda shoves his should with a smile. 

“I arranged it, kid,” Tony says. 

“Of course you did.”

“I promise they won’t embarrass you,” Pepper says, smiling at her son. 

Peter shakes his head, not believing a word, “There’s no way dad could go five minutes without embarrassing me.”

“I so could!” Tony exclaims with a laugh. Peter giggles and shakes his head. 

... 

Friday comes too soon for Peter’s taste. He wakes up at the Tower, says goodbye to his mom and dad, and arrives at school with 10 minutes to spare. They are scheduled to leave at the end of first period so Peter has to sit through an hour of history. 

When the class ends, Peter follows the rest of the class to the front of the school. Just as Peter starts to walk over to meet Ned, Flash steps in front of him. 

“You ready for your lies to be exposed, Penis,” Flash taunts. 

“Leave me alone, Flash,” Peter tries to push past him, but Flash grabs his arm. 

“Why should I? After today everyone will realize what a loser you are,” Flash spits and shoves Peter back. 

Peter sighs internally as he forces himself to stumble back. Flash smirks and walks away. Peter straightens his jacket and walks towards Ned who has adopted a concerned look. 

“You okay, man?” Ned asks. Peter nods as MJ comes to stand beside him. 

The class boarded the bus quickly after the teachers did attendance. Peter sat in the back of the bus by the window with Ned on the aisle. MJ sat in the seat across from them. 

The whole ride to the tower was hell. MJ drew Peter in her crisis notebook, Ned tried to distract him from his eventual doom with talk of Star Wars, and Flash was... being Flash. 

The second the bus pulled up to the tower, Peter knew he was in trouble. Happy stood just inside the glass doors of the building holding a box of what he assumed to be badges for his class. 

Their teacher leads them off the bus and into Stark Industries. Happy smirks when he sees Peter, but become all business when his teacher approaches him. 

“Attention, Midtown!” Happy shouts, effectively quieting the chattering class. “I am the head of security here at Stark Industries. Here I have your passes so if you could form a line I can get you all set for your tour today.” 

The class forms a line and Peter puts himself as far back as he can. Peter fidgets with his hands the closer he gets to Happy. When Peter stands in front of Happy, Happy smiles at the kid and hands him a slip of paper, not a badge. 

“What-” Peter begins. 

“Just read it,” Happy says as Peter moves out of the line. Peter does. 

Have a great day, kid!

-Dad

PS. Expect some visitors on your trip today :)

“Ugh,” Peter groans as he shows the note to Ned and MJ. 

“Awesome!” Ned exclaims, “Do you think we’ll meet Captain America? Or Thor?”

Peter shakes his head, “Thor is sorting things out with Loki somewhere, he’s not here.” 

“How the hell would you even know, Penis?” Flash asks coming up behind him. “You don’t know the Avengers.”

“Okay, Flash,” Peter says, grabbing Ned’s arm and walking away. “I’m so sick of his bullshit.” Ned nods. 

“Language,” a voice whispers. Peter sighs and looks up. Directly above him is a vent. 

“Hey, Clint.” Peter says. 

“Shhh,” Clint hisses. “You’re blowing my cover.” Peter rolls his eyes. 

“Dad said you can’t hide in the vents anymore.” Peter reminds him. 

“I don’t give a shit.” Clint says, deadpan. 

“Language,” Peter mocks. 

‘Attention, Midtown!” Their tour guide shouts. She is a young woman with bright red hair and brown eyes, Peter recognizes her as Amanda, one of the interns. Peter pretty much immediately zones out of what Amanda is saying. She’s talking about rules and policies for behavior inside the building, something Peter doesn’t need to hear again. 

His spidey sense goes off, providing him with a good distraction. Peter looks up and sees a bag of cookies being lowered from the vent on a string. Peter covers his mouth so he doesn’t burst out laughing. It’s a good thing he’s standing in the back of the group, otherwise, more people would have noticed. 

Once the bag is in arms reach, Peter reaches up and tugs it down. Inside are three cookies, all molasses. Peter smiles and hands one cookie to MJ and one to Ned. Both look at him with curious glances. He simply responds by pointing up to the vent. 

When Peter takes a bite of the cookie, his teeth don’t go all the way through. His bite is stopped by something in the middle of the cookie. Peter’s brow furrows as he takes the cookie out of his mouth and breaks it in half. Inside the cookie is a yellow paper.

I hope you have a sweet day!

-Uncle Bucky

PS. Clint told me to do it, it was not my fault.

“What the FUCK, Clint,” Peter hisses at the vent. Suddenly, a loud laugh comes from the vent. The heads of the rest of the students turn to look just in time to see Clint fall out of the vent and on to the floor all while laughing. 

“Hey, kids!” Clint says as he stands up. He is met with wide eyes and blank stares. “I’m Hawkeye, you might have heard of me.” When they just continue to stare Clint turns to Peter, “I was just here to give Pete some cookies, so I’ll be on my way now...” Clint turns to leave when Flash breaks the silence. 

“What the fuck, Penis. How do you know Hawkeye?” Flash spits, stepping towards Peter. 

“What did you just say?” Clint asks turning back around. “What did you just call him?”

Flash puts his hands up, his eyes filled with terror, “Nothing, sir. I just called him by his name. We’re friends.”

“Yeah right you are-” Clint walks towards Flash, but Peter pulls him back. 

“Clint! What are you doing?” Peter asks. 

“I need to show this punk a lesson.” Clint says, his earlier joking manner gone. 

“No!” Peter exclaims. “He’s a minor.”

Clint sighs, “Fine. Then you bet your ass I’m telling your dad.” 

Before Peter can reply, Clint jumps back into the vents and vanishes. Peter turns to face his class who all stare at him with amazement. 

Amanda is quick to get things back on track, “Now that you’ve seen some of the excitement that working in this building provides, why don’t we get started on the tour! Everyone follow me!” She calls and starts walking. The class follows her. 

Peter, MJ, and Ned hang in the back and to their dismay Flash joins them. 

“Why did he say he was going to tell you dad, Penis?” Flash taunts Peter, who tries not to pay attention. “You don’t have a family. Your parents died, just like your aunt died. You have no parents.” Peter takes a shaky breath, trying to ignore Flash’s words. “Nothing to say, Penis? Just like how you’re parents have nothing to say anymore. Do you even remember them, Penis? How about your aunt-”

“Back the fuck off, Flash!” MJ shouts, putting an arm around Peter’s shoulders. Flash laughs and walks away. MJ and Ned turn to Peter. 

Peter’s breaths are coming short. He gasps for air, his eyes wide with panic. Peter presses a hand against his chest and feels his racing heart. He pushes away from MJ and runs into the nearest room. The door shuts behind him and he realizes he’s in an empty meeting room. 

“FRIDAY,” Peter gasps, “I’m having a panic attack.”

“Protocol Helping Hand activated.” FRIDAY replies. “Bruce Banner is on his way.”

Peter nods and sinks onto the ground, his back pressed firmly against the wall. About 30 seconds later, Bruce opens the door. He rushes to his nephew’s side. Bruce tugs Peter against his chest, exaggerating his breathing so the boy could follow. 

“Follow my breathing, Peter, you’re going to be okay.” Peter clings to his uncle with a tight grip. Slowly Peter’s breath evens out and he is able to sit up. 

“Thank you,” Peter says, pulling away from Bruce. 

“Of course, Peter,” Bruce hugs the kid again and helps him to his feet. 

“Peter,” FRIDAY says, “your teacher is wondering where you are and is requesting your presence immediately.” 

“FRIDAY, telling his teacher that Peter was helping me with something and he’ll come back as soon as we’re done,” Bruce says, wrapping an arm around Peter. Bruce pulls two chairs away from the meeting table and sits Peter down in one of them. “Peter, I need you to be honest with me.” Peter nods. “What gave you this panic attack?”

Peter tugs on the end of his sleeve, “It’s not a big deal, Uncle Bruce. It was just something this kid was saying. It doesn’t matter, I’m fine.” Bruce narrows his gaze at Peter but doesn’t comment. 

“Are you alright to join your class?” Bruce asks. Peter nods, thanks Bruce again, and leaves the room. “FRIDAY, play audio right before Peter had a panic attack.”

...

After Peter had rejoined his class, Amanda announced something very very interesting. 

“I have just gotten word that we have been given permission to go up to the Avengers training room where the Black Widow, Captain America, and Bucky Barnes are training!” Amanda said. The class cheered and one girl raised her hand.

“I thought he was called the Winter Soldier?” She asked. 

Amanda shook her head, “No, about a year ago the Avengers made an announcement saying that the Winter Soldier should no longer be used in reference to Bucky Barnes.” 

Peter sighs while Ned jumps up and down. Even MJ looked excited. But Peter knew that his luck was running out. 

...

“Here we are!” Amanda said. The class stood outside the door to training room number 113, the Avenger’s room. She pulled open the door and gestured for the class to go in. Inside Natasha and Steve were fighting while Bucky stood on the side calling out advice or things they did wrong. 

“They’re here!” Bucky calls to Natasha and Steve who immediately stop fighting.

“Hey, Midtown!” Steve says with a smile and a wave, “We invited you here because a good friend of ours is in your class. Where’s Peter?” Peter feels his cheeks grow red as he raises his hand. 

“I’m here.” He calls softly. He sees all three Avengers smile at him before he ducks his head. 

Natasha steps forward, “Today we thought it might be fun for us to teach you all to fight. Does that sound fun?” She asks. Her question is met by cheers from the students, even MJ. “Alright then, form two lines. Each of you will get a chance to fight with either Steve or me.” 

The class forms two lines as Bucky walks around the edge of the crowd. The class moves out of the way for him as he stands next to Peter. Bucky gestures for Peter to follow him and exits the training room. Once they are outside the training room, Bucky pulls Peter into a tight hug. 

“FRIDAY said you had a panic attack,” Bucky says. “Are you alright?” 

Peter nods, “Yeah it was nothing, I’m good.” Bucky nods. “Did you make those cookies?”

Bucky smiles, “Yeah, baking calms me down.” 

Peter grins, “They were delicious. Can I help you next time?”

“Sure,” Bucky says with a smile. Peter can’t help but admire all of the progress Bucky has made since the battle at the airport. “Let’s go back inside.” 

Bucky and Peter walk back in the room just in time to see Natasha flip Flash onto his butt (with a little less gentleness than she used with the other students). 

“Buck!” Steve calls, gesturing for him to come over to him. “It’s you and me versus Natasha and Peter.”

“What?” Peter asks as Bucky drags him to the front of the room. 

Natasha laughs, “Come on, ребенок паук, you can I could take those старые люди any day.” Natasha and Peter high five with a laugh. 

“Did you just call me old, Natasha?” Bucky says with a smile. “It is so on.” And with that, the fight starts. Natasha and Peter have agility that Bucky and Steve don’t, but Bucky and Steve have strength that they don’t. The class in entranced watching the four heroes fight, to them it seems almost like a dance. The fight ends when Natasha gets Bucky into a headlock and Peter flips Steve on to his back. Peter and Natasha jump to their feet and give each other another high five before helping their opponents up. 

“What the fuck?” Flash asks, stepping forward. “Since when can Pen-Peter fight like that?” Natasha cocks her head to the side. 

“Since we’ve been training with him every day for a year,” Natasha says bitterly. 

“Why him?” Flash asks, “He’s practically nothing compared to me?”

Bucky laughs, striding towards Flash, “You? Natasha took you down in less than 10 seconds.”

“I bet that’s better than he could do without your help! I bet you all feel bad for him,” Flash taunts. Steve steps in front of Peter. “I bet you all feel bad that every parent he’s ever had died and he’s all alone-”

“Shut your goddam mouth.” A voice says. The class turns around to see Tony Stark standing behind them. Tony glares at Flash with an unequaled rage. “That is my son you are talking about.” Tony steps away from Flash to go to his son.

Steve holds Peter in a protective embrace, Peter’s head pressed against his chest. Steve passes Peter to Tony who presses a kiss to his son’s head and whispers something. Peter nods and walks over to Steve, Natasha, and Bucky. Bucky immediately puts an arm around him. 

“Now listen here,” Tony says, addressing the students. “Peter Parker is my son. I will not tolerate anyone bullying him. Peter is a good kid and if any of you mess with him again there will be consequences. Do you understand me?” The class nods. “Good. Now get out.” Tony turns away from the class as they leave and hugs Peter again. 

...

That night all of the Avengers gather in the living room. One of the Star Wars movies plays on the screen. Peter is asleep, his head on his dad’s chest. Tony smiles down at his son when his phone rings. 

“This is he.” Tony answers. 

“It’s Pepper,” his wife says on the other end of the phone. 

“Whoa, Pep,” Tony says with a chuckle, “you do not sound happy.

“Of course I’m not happy, Tony!” She shouts, “You threatened a group of minors! Do you have any idea-”

“Pepper.” Tony cuts her off, “It was for Peter. Okay? Can we talk in the morning?”

Pepper sighs, “Fine. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

[writehardwhumpharder]

First Fic!!

Hey everyone, I finally finished my first fanfic! It took a while to get over the writer's block and stop trying to make everything perfect. I decided to start with my fav whumpee, Peter Parker, right after the bite when he goes through the transformation and he's still vulnerable and clueless to what is happening to him. So here it is, I think I'll just keep writing and posting fics and hope that the blog makes itself from there.

Ned jogged up to Peter on their way to the bus. The field trip was only an hour and a half long but his friend already had so much to say to him.

"Peter! Pete, did you see that exhibit on DNA mutation? It was amazing wasn't it? Too bad all the girls wouldn't stop screaming at the spiders, I could barely hear our guide."

"Oh I got you, you can look over my notes. The assignment is due tomorrow." Peter offered.

"Thanks, man." Ned smiled. Usually that was enough to put Peter in a better mood but today he was dragging his feet.

"Mmhmm." He mumbled as they found their seat on the bus. Ned kept going on about some new sci-fi show but Peter couldn't pay attention. He rubbed his neck absentmindedly. At some point at the end of the tour it started to itch, maybe even sting a little. He debated whether or not to mention it but decided it wasn't important. He pulled out his notes for his friend and went to immediately lean his head against the window. The cold glass soothed an ache he didn't know he had. The bus ride back to Midtown High was only 20 minutes, so they'll probably get back during third period. He groaned, it's not even lunch yet.

"Did you.. want to take a nap? I can wake you up when we get back." Ned said cautiously, seeing how tired Peter looked. Peter was never very good at telling people when something was wrong with him.

"Huh? No, I'm good. What were you saying?" He said, straightening up in his seat. Immediately regretting the sudden movement when a sharp pain started behind his temples. He grimaced before he could stop himself. Ned was definitely worried now, but for his sake pretended not to notice.

The next few minutes passed by in a blur and the headache only seemed to get worse. Peter resolved to wait until lunch then get some caffeine and aspirin. He just had to get through AP History first.

The bus came to a stop just outside the school. The slight jolt sent an unexpected wave of nausea through him. He blinked slowly to get his bearings then followed Ned off the bus to head to third period.

"Dude, aren't you going to grab your backpack?" Ned asked.

"Hmm?" Peter questioned, completely unaware. Ned sighed and grabbed both bags like the dutiful friend he is.

"Nevermind..." Ned went as far as to carry his bag until they got to Peter's next class. Ned would be in a different class but MJ would be there and he knew she'd keep an eye on him. Peter dazedly accepted his backpack when Ned held if out to him and walked into the classroom. Ned was still a little concerned but he was probably just tired like usual.

Peter quietly made his way to his seat, so not to disturb to teacher's lecture. MJ sat a few seats behind him, pretending to be absorbed in a book. He got out his notebook to make it at least look like he was paying attention. He needed some coffee and he needed it now. May didn't exactly approve of this but the school sold it at lunch so it couldn't be that bad, right? He rested his head on his arm, the teacher droned on and on and soon he felt his eyes closing. The light was starting to hurt his eyes but he forced them back open again when something hit his arm. A wadded up ball of paper landed by his feet. Leaning over to pick it up he felt that pang of nausea again. Maybe it was time to consider that he might actually be sick. He took a deep breath and it waited a moment for it to subside then flattened the paper.

"Are you okay?" - MJ

He wasn't feeling great but he didn't feel any worse than when he pulled an all nighter finishing a paper. He offered her a weak thumbs up without turning around. Class was almost over, he just had to make it through lunch then take his Calc. test, if he still felt bad then he'd go home.

He must have been dozing off when the bell rang. He lifted his head off his desk quickly, rubbing his eyes a little. His neck didn't itch anymore, that's progress. Peter tried to get out of the room before MJ could question him but she caught up with him easily. She fell into step beside him and gave a piercing glare.

"You didn't answer my question." She said pointedly. He sighed as they turned the corner toward the cafeteria.

"I'm just tired, and what's your deal today? I'm literally always sleep deprived." Peter said defensively.

"Have you looked at yourself? You're paler than that one day when you-"

"Alright, point made. But I swear I'm not sick."

"Fine, I don't really care anyway. But I don't believe you for a second." MJ turned and walked away toward her locker, masking her concern with annoyance.

Ned waved to him when he stepped into the cafeteria and Peter headed toward their usual table near the corner. Ned's smile faded when he saw him, despite Peter's attempts to seem normal and happy. Or at least not as lethargic as he really feels.

"Heyyy... Peter.. you okay, bro?" Ned asked when he sat down, sliding a styrofoam cup towards him. Coffee, thank god.

"I'm fine, really. I just have to get through my Calc. test then if I'm still tired I'll text May, okay?" Peter said, sipping the hot coffee graciously. He didn't notice at first but holding that hot coffee made him realize how cold he was. He shivered slightly.

MJ sat down at the table a few feet away, scribbling away at something by herself. Some days she sat with them, but most of the time she preferred to be alone. Peter pulled out his notebook and pathetic sandwich, intending on studying a bit more before his next class. Ned started talking about some robotics thing and Peter tried to listen. He even gave some suggestions on the design. But suddenly Ned stopped talking. Peter didn't look up until a red drop fell on the paper he was working on.

"Peter, your-" Ned pointed at his own nose. Peter quickly brought a hand up to it to see that it was in fact, starting to bleed.

"This dry winter air, man..." He said with nastily voice, trying to play it off. The napkin he held up to it wasn't doing a very good job containing the mess. Ned was visibly worried now. No way was this a coincidence. MJ looked up then and raised her eyebrows when she saw the blood. Her book snapped closed and for a second she just stared at them. Feeling their eyes on him he got up and started heading towards the bathroom. Other students gave him strange looks as he staggered through the cafeteria trying to keep the blood from getting on his sweatshirt. Ned scrambled to keep up with him and he barely had time to lock himself in a stall before Ned followed him into the bathroom. He grabbed some fresh toilet paper to staunch the flow and took a deep breath as panic began to set in.

"I'm fine, Ned. This happens all the time, leave me alone." He said, trying not to snap at his friend.

"I've known you since we were six and this is not normal. Really, just come out and we'll go to the nurse okay?" Ned pleaded. Peter just leaned against the wall and put a hand on his knee. He was starting to feel a bit lightheaded to tell the truth. He felt himself drifting away from reality just a little bit. He was just panicking, everything is okay. Knowing Ned was just outside the stall was comforting and he let himself close his eyes for a moment. The bleeding had mostly stopped but he wasn't feeling any better. The fatigue was starting to get to him, and he was hesitant to leave his spot by the toilet, just in case the nausea came back, but he reluctantly agreed to let Ned take him to the nurse.

He was running out of excuses and each second left him feeling more detached. Ned hovered anxiously around his friend. Peter caught a look at himself in the mirror and understood what everyone was talking about. His skin was deathly pale and a thin layer of sweat was forming on his neck. His skin was red and flushed on his cheeks and neck where he had that bump earlier. He found himself leaning heavily on the sink as a dizzy spell washed over him. Ned was trying to get his attention and despite how much he wanted to sink down to the floor right there he figured he should get to the nurse before this got any worse. Maybe this was some kind of allergic reaction.

"Wait... what about our bags, my phone, I need to text..." he trailed off before his words could start slurring together. Ned grabbed his shoulder and steered him towards the door.

"Don't worry about it." To his surprise, MJ was already standing out in the hallway with a small pile of backpacks at her feet.

"Peter, what's going on?" She asked as Ned grabbed their things. They both looked at him like he might fall over at any second. He crossed his arms and shrunk into himself with discomfort.

"Uh... he doesn't feel very good." Ned added before turning back to his friend. Peter screwed his eyes shut, the florescent lights suddenly too much for him. "Come on." He urged.

Peter tried to take a step and faltered. "I don't... I think I should..." he threw a hand out to the wall and tried to sit down. Ned caught his elbow and helped lower him to the floor.

At that moment, students starting filtering out into the hallway. Flash turned the corner toward them.

"What's wrong Parker?" He sneered, "you gonna hurl?"

Peter made no attempt to answer him, only vaguely aware of his surroundings.

"We don't have time for this." Ned said, hauling his friend to his feet, determined to get him to the office before the hallway filled with any more people. Peter managed to stay on his feet but his head lolled forward onto his chest. Things had really taken a turn for the worse and any hope that this was some minor illness was long abandoned. Flash stopped laughing when he saw how serious it really was. Peter's feet dragged, lazily trying to keep up.

"Are you just gonna stand there?" MJ barked, "help them." Her tone left no room to argue. Flash groaned but ran ahead to get the nurse.

Peter was pretty sure that he was about to die of embarrassment. Ned helped him walk slowly towards to the office but it was becoming clear that they weren't going to get there. It was getting harder to see and hear let alone put one foot in front of the other. Darkness clouded his vision and for a brief second he felt like he was going to throw up before the darkness claimed him completely.

Peter went slack in Ned's arms, and he did his best lower his friend to the ground gently. Seconds later he stiffened again and started to shake.

Ned felt tears running down his face before he was really aware of them. MJ shrieked, as did a few other people at the sight before them. Flash finally returned with the nurse just as Peter started seizing. The rest was chaos as they waited for the paramedics to arrive.

---

His hands closed around the soft blanket. It took him a moment to realize he wasn't in his own bed. Something was different. He blinked his eyes open, only to be assaulted by blinding bright lights. His head hurt, actually, everything hurt. He moaned quietly. Aunt May rushed to Peter's side.

"Ben, turn the lights off, they're bothering him." May said as Peter started to stir. With the lights off it was a lot easier to open his eyes, his Aunt hovered in his vision. "That's great Peter, open your eyes for me." She said soothingly.

"What happened?" His voice croaked. May's fingers combed through his hair gently and uncle Ben stood just to the right of her, resting a hand on his calf.

"You've been in the hospital for a few days so take it slow. The doctors still aren't sure what happened. Do you remember collapsing at school, sweetie?" Peter's eyes widened.

"No.." he whispered, "oh god, what did they see?"

"Well the nurse said that you basically passed out in the hallway and had a seizure, then an ambulance brought you here. Ned told us you weren't feeling well before that." May said. He remembered the field trip and feeling crummy but that's about it. "Ned really wants to see you, if you're up for it."

"Sure." Peter was dead tired but he felt he owed it to him after doing so much to help. Ben slipped out into the hallway to fetch him and Peter fought to keep his eyes open.

Ned beamed when he walked in, May left to give them a minute to talk. " I can't tell you how happy I am to see you awake, bro, you really scared us. How do you feel?" Ned asked.

"I don't know, fine but... somehow different." said Peter.

[lixxiecorn]

Totally Normal - Tony

So I just started a series called More Than Survive, which includes my Peter Parker Field Trip fic, Living With Superheroes? Not Cool, and the newest addition to the series is called Totally Normal. Totally Normal is basically Peter realizing that the Avengers seem to think they always have to be super so he makes it his goal to make them super normal for a change. Each chapter works on its own as a oneshot so I’m gonna post them on here as well as on ao3.

I will say that I’ve never been to a comic-con so bear with me...

Read the entire thing on ao3

…

“Please dad?” Peter pleaded, quickly moving out of the way of a table as he followed Tony around the lab.

While it wasn’t unusual for Peter to be following Tony around, this time he had a mission. This weekend was the New York Comic-Con and Peter, being the gigantic nerd he was, was determined to go. Nothing was going to stop him. Well, other than the fact that anyone under the age of 18 must have an adult accompanying them and Peter wasn’t 18. Which led to their currently predicament.

“I don’t have time to go to a- a- whatever it is.” Tony trailed off, looking intently some data on a Starkpad.

“Comic-Con.” Peter supplied.

“Yeah, a Comic-Con. Tons of deadlines coming up and stuff.” Tony said, dismissively.

“And when have deadlines ever stopped you before?” Peter asked, crossing his arms indignantly.

Tony paused and looked back at the teenager, obviously realizing he had a point. He shrugged and looked back at the data, changing some variables.

Peter walked around Tony to stand in front of him. “Please dad, there’s going to be a giant Star Wars exhibit and it’s only going to be here once. Like, I’ll never have the change to see it again and you know how much I love Star Wars and- “

Tony put a hand up to stop his rambling. “Peter, no.” Tony said firmly.

Peter pouted for a second. He had one card left, and he didn’t really want to use it, but he really wanted to go to Comic-Con.

“Aunt May said she’d take me one year.” Peter mumbled quietly, putting an exaggerated amount of sadness into the sentence.

Tony stopped what he was doing and looked up at Peter who was giving him puppy dog eyes. He seemed torn, then sighed exasperatedly and rubbed his hand over his face.

“Fine.” Tony agreed finally. Peter whooped and jumped, pumping his fist into the air. He engulfed his dad in a hug then ran off.

“But I’m not dressing up!” Tony called after the retreating teenager. Peter sent him a thumbs up then disappeared out the door.

“God, this kid is going to be the death of me.” Tony sighed, going back to his work.

…

“Boss would like me to inform you that he is leaving in 5 minutes, with or without you, Peter.” FRIDAY announced.

Peter looked up from putting on his costume grinning. “I thought he didn’t want to go?” He asked sarcastically.

FRIDAY responded after a moment. “Boss says very funny, now get your spider ass down here before I regret agreeing to this.”

Peter laughed as he finished putting on his boots. He had really wanted to go as Han Solo, but Ned had said that he looked like Luke Skywalker. So, Peter had managed to put together a pretty realistic Luke Skywalker outfit with one of Bucky’s white Wakandan shirts from his time in Wakanda rehabilitating, a pair of tan kakis that he’d already owned, and a pair of tan boots he’d gotten from a thrift store. On a belt he borrowed from Clint was a small water bottle and a real working lightsaber that Peter had made himself.

In retrospect, Peter was glad of Ned’s input because if he had dressed up as Han, he wouldn’t have gotten the best part of his costume. Behind him, following him wherever he went, was a real, working, R2D2. He had been building it with Ned, along with help from Tony, and it was finally finished, just in time to take it to Comic-Con.

Checking his outfit to make sure he didn’t forget anything; Peter ran out the door, hopping in the elevator to grab the rest of his things.

…

Peter got out of the elevator and ran into the common room, going straight to the couch where Tony was sitting.

Tony had been telling the truth when he said he wasn’t dressing up. He was dressed in quintessential Tony Stark style, tinted sunglasses and a suit.

Peter stopped in front of his father, R2 following behind at a slightly slower pace. Tony’s eyes widened as he looked up from his phone, taking in Peter’s outfit.

“Are you Luke Skywalker?” Tony asked, then noticed the robot. “And is that an R2D2?”

“Yes, and yes.” Peter said, grinning.

Tony looked confused. “I thought you were just going to be Spiderman?”

“Why would I be Spiderman? I’m Spiderman every day!” Peter exclaimed, incredulous.

Tony rubbed his hand over his face and sighed. He got up and walked carefully around Peter and R2D2. “Come on, lets get this over with.”

Peter grinned and ran off after him, R2D2 following behind.

…

“What have I gotten myself into?” Tony asked to no one in particular.

They were standing inside the main atrium of Javits Center. All around them people in cosplay chatted and conversed. Banners and advertisements were everywhere, colorfully announcing different events and activities that were to take place throughout the day. It was a place where even Tony Stark didn’t stand out, because in the short amount of time they had been standing there Peter had counted 10 other people dressed exactly like the billionaire.

“Look dad, there’s a Tony Stark costume contest at 3! You should enter!” Peter exclaimed, pointing at a sign nearby.

Tony looked at him incredulously. “Me, enter a lookalike contest, of myself?”

R2D2 gave a confirming whirr as Peter nodded excitedly. Tony looked torn, then nodded. “Sure, why not. Might as well do something entertaining.”

Peter grinned then saw a sign for the Star Wars exhibit. He grabbed Tony’s arm and pulled him through the crowd, R2D2 following helpfully behind.

…

Peter decided that even though the Star Wars exhibit had been amazing, nothing could be better than the scene playing out in front of him.

After getting pulled though a replica of the Millennian Falcon and past a 3D diagram of the Death Star, Tony had signed up for the Tony Stark costume contest, to Peter’s delight. Which is how Peter found himself in the audience as Tony and 19 other Tony’s stood on stage getting judged. Each Tony had a number, his dad being number 7.

“Alright, we have decided the winners.” The judge announced. The audience quieted down as all the contestants looked to the judge.

“In third place we have number 16.” The judge said. The audience clapped as a man, younger looking than Tony and without his trademark tinted glasses, stepped forward and received his trophy.

“Then in second place we have number 7, and in first number 12.” The judge finished.

“Wait what? But I’m actually Tony Stark!” Tony exclaimed as contestant 12 stepped forward to receive first place.

“Of course you are sir.” The judge said dismissively as he handed Tony the second-place trophy. Tony stood stunned, holding the trophy and Peter died laughing in the audience. He snapped a picture of the momentous occasion.

As the contest disbanded Tony, still holding the trophy, caught up with Peter who was still giggling.

“I guess you just don’t look enough like Tony Stark.” Peter teased, trying and failing to catch his breath before laughing more.

Tony rolled his eyes but grinned slightly. “Come on, let’s go before I’ve had enough of this place.”

…

After they left, Peter was sure to tell everyone about the contest to Tony’s dismay. But Peter doesn’t fail to notice the trophy proudly displayed on a shelf in the lab next to a picture of the two of them in front of the death star model.

[chirpingtiger]

Why Half the Fandom Finds Tony’s Relationship With Peter to be Creepy

Not everyone is on board the “iron dad” train.

In fact, a lot of people are quite opposed to it.

The people who love it, however, will almost all get irrationally angry when anyone questions the “loving and healthy relationship” that they impose on the two of them, save for a small subsect that are here solely for the barely-legal sugar daddy kink fics.

So I’m here to look at what it is exactly that makes half the fandom look at this relationship and go “yeah no, this is not okay.”

Oh, and this is about the point where the Tony stans might want to bail. It gets a bit long, and you all seem to have difficulty with lengthy posts.

Now, the legal definition of kidnapping is taking a minor somewhere without their parent or guardian’s permission. There is no doubt at all that Tony breaks this law. He takes 14-year old Peter Parker on what he tells Aunt May is a “field trip.” Instead, he takes Peter out of the country to fight the Avengers.

In the rare case that he DID actually tell Aunt May that he was bringing Peter to a field trip in Germany, I doubt she would have believed him. Peter explicitly states that he doesn’t have a passport.

Passports take MONTHS to process.

Aunt May would know that there was no way Tony was bringing Peter out of the country legally because he didn’t have a passport, which requires the need to lie to Aunt May about the destination - likely Stark Tower or one of his weapons facilities or his mansion in California.

Additionally, the passport is an issue for Tony as well.

The only places a US citizen can travel to that do not require a passport are US territories (Virgin Islands, Puerto Rico), and Canada/Mexico in certain circumstances. (If you fly to Canada/Mexico you still need a passport.)

Everywhere else? Passport required.

Including Germany.

So either Tony is breaking international law by bringing Peter into a foreign country without a passport, or he has somehow falsified a passport for him.

Which...is still illegal.

(Not to mention that he’s breaking the Accords in two different ways in this situation, first by bringing an unregistered enhanced individual to a combat situation, and second by bringing an unregistered enhanced individual over country borders without prior UN approval.)

So in the course of just getting Peter to Germany, Tony breaks a number of national, international, and UN/Accords-sanctioned laws.

If that’s not enough of a warning bell that something is wrong with this situation, maybe the next part will be.

Tony stalked Peter.

There’s no other way to phrase this.

Tony, who was living in California at the time, was actively stalking and tracking down a 14 year old boy who lived on the other side of the country, and Tony knew enough about him that he could not only walk into his house and chat up his Aunt like he and Peter were old friends, but that he could go into his bedroom and dig the Spider Man costume out of hiding with ease.

He also has video recordings of him.

If that doesn’t ring as creepy, I’m not sure what does.

Tony also knew exactly which buttons to press to nudge Peter along the path he wanted him to take.

Peter is poor - but Tony has money, if Peter does what he says.

Peter has pathetic gear - but he could get much cooler gear if he does what Tony says.

Peter wants to make a difference by helping people - imagine the difference he could make if he comes with Tony to Germany!

Peter doesn’t want Aunt May to know about Spiderman - and Tony will keep that secret, so long as Peter plays along.

Peter idolizes the Avengers - Tony can not only introduce him, but he can make him an Avenger! Coming to fight for him in Germany is step one.

It’s hanging the things that Peter wants the most right in front of his nose, and telling him “I’ll give you all this, you just have to say yes.”

It plays out like a damn Disney villain scene.

(Or like some really super-creepy sugar daddy kink fic with an actual child.)

But what makes this worse is that Peter isn’t on board.

In fact, he tries to turn Tony down.

He turns Tony down FIVE TIMES.

The first:

“You got a passport?”

“No, I don’t even have a driver’s license.”

A subtle hint from Tony that Peter’s about to be going somewhere that he would need a passport for, and a light rebuff from Peter.

“You ever been to Germany?“

“No.”

“Oh, you’ll love it.”

“I can’t go to Germany!”

A second, more blatant hint from Tony that Peter’s about to be taken to Germany, which Peter actually flat out turns down. But Tony doesn’t back down, immediately demanding why and leaving Peter to scramble for an answer.

“I’ve got...homework...”

It’s a pathetic excuse, even if it is valid, and it certainly brings up the feel of the “no sex tonight, dear, I have a headache” trope. It’s Peter trying one final time to bow out of the situation politely.

Tony considers this, decides that he isn’t going to accept “no” as an answer, and blatantly tells Peter as much.

And Tony starts walking for the door, ending the conversation there with the answer he wants.

Peter pleads with him again, this time with a far more valid excuse to keep Tony from dismissing him.

“I’m being serious, I can’t just drop out of school!”

Tony ignores what he says entirely.

“Might be a bit dangerous. Better go tell Aunt Hottie I’m taking you on a field trip-”

At this point Tony has completely overridden any say Peter had in the matter.

Peter has said “no” again and again, more strongly each time, and Tony has merely increased the level at which he is ignoring Peter.

No means “no,” not “keep pushing till you get what you want.”

And here’s what most people find so squicky about the whole thing.

Peter is completely powerless in this situation.

Tony is a much older, much wealthier, and much more influential man than Peter is. He knows Peter’s secret, and is holding that over his head as well. He has Peter locked in his bedroom where his Aunt can’t interrupt them or see what they’re doing. Tony has revealed that he’s been keeping an eye on Peter for months. He’s tracked him back to his house. Tony is being very physical with Peter, in a way that demonstrates a level of closeness that a random 40-year old man should not have with a 14 year old child that he’s never met before.

It’s like watching a stalker closing in on his victim.

Tony locks the two of them in Peter’s room, starts poking around through all of his personal things, spends the whole conversation mocking him and demanding answers - showing Peter that he has no power in this situation - and reveals that he knows way more about Peter’s personal life than he should.

Tony tells him flat out that Peter is going to come with him and do as he says, because “aunt hottie” might find out about Spiderman if he doesn’t. Because if Peter plays along, he’s going to give him all kinds of expensive presents, the kind that poor dumpster-diving Peter never could have dreamed of owning. Because Tony isn’t going to take any excuses.

Hell, if Peter had been a little girl instead of a little boy, there would be dozens of people screaming about harassment and overstepping boundaries and how “no means no” because this entire scene SCREAMS coercion and grooming.

Actually, let’s take a look at that precise scenario, for curiosity’s sake:

End scene.

Funny how suddenly that scene seems a lot less okay when a 40-something year old man is cornering a little girl in her room and telling her that she’s being swept off to Germany without her aunt’s knowledge.

Especially when she’s explicitly turned him down on the offer more than once.

(And I do find myself wondering if the crowd that think this is 100% okay when Tony does it to Peter are of the “men can’t be raped” variety...)

The fact that Tony encourages Peter to lie to his friends and family about their relationship is another giant red flag.

This, however, is not the end of it.

In Spiderman Homecoming, Peter has just gotten back from the Germany fight. He has finished what Tony wanted him to do, even if it got him hurt in the process, and he’s now got this cool new suit and the promise of more, should Tony ever call on him.

Except...Tony never does.

Tony tells him that he’s going to help Peter be a hero, and become an Avenger, and then ditches him cold.

He even goes so far as to set a third person in between them to take over the “answer dumb phone calls from the kid” role so he doesn’t have to.

As soon as Peter stops being useful to Tony, he drops him cold.

Now I could go into depth on everything that’s wrong or squicky about their relationship in Homecoming, (and trust me, there’s a LOT) but this post is long enough as it is, so I’ll save that discourse for another day.

[tommyparkerr]

Alone | Peter Parker x Reader

This is the fic for my 500 follower fic giveaway! @nerdypisces160 was the winner of this lovely celebration and in turn requested this, and I was super excited to write it! It’s a bit different from what I usually write but it was a change I very much welcomed! Hope you all enjoy!

Request: “So I would like a Peter x reader one shot. What I was thinking that the reader knows about Peter being Spiderman. One night her family starts fighting and involving her, so she decides to just leave and go for a walk. While on her walk something can happen whether it's her getting almost mugged or her almost getting hit or anything really. Spiderman/Peter saves her. He decides to take her to a rooftop of his building and he wants to comfort her. The reader kinda gets depressed and tells Peter that she wishes he would have just left her alone. He starts to ask why, and she tells him about her family life and how it is affecting her. Then they just sit together on the roof and he comforts her, tells her not to think like that, and shows her that he will always be there for her.”

Words: 4.3k

Warnings: Fighting (verbally, not physically), family/home issues

-Masterlist-

A L O N E :

The streets were extra dark tonight, probably due to the looming clouds above you. You weren’t sure if it was supposed to storm, but it would make no difference either way; you hadn’t brought a jacket and there was no way you would turn back for such a trivial thing. In fact, you weren’t sure you’d turn back even if you’d left a body part behind.

“You’re not listening to me!”

“I don’t need to listen because we both know I’m right! Put your pride away for once!”

You kicked a pebble from under your foot, watching as it scuffled onto the street and was ran over by a passing car. You were getting further into the city—you could tell by the noise and influx of people—so you promptly turned around at the next corner and headed a different direction.

You couldn’t help but wonder where Peter was at right now, whether he was out helping some innocent citizen get their purse back or helping stop a nearby bank robbery you wouldn’t know about until you turned the news on tomorrow; Peter loved fighting the big crimes, but for your sake you hoped it was the former.

Speaking of Peter, he had texted you earlier, but you’d been unable to answer. You could now, but the phone in your pocket seemed more of a burden than a blessing at the moment. Eventually you’d have to give it attention, but you were content with keeping it tucked away for now.

“My pride? You’re seriously telling me that my pride is the cause of this?”

“Guys, it’s not that important-“ you tried to say to ease the tension and maybe even stop the shouting, but as soon as it left your mouth you knew it was only bound to get worse. “It’s not worth this.”

“Exactly!” your mother exclaimed. “It’s not worth this, so let’s just sign the stupid form and be done with it!”

“I already said she’s not going on that field trip!”

A drop of rain splattered on your nose, pulling you from your thoughts. You looked up just in time for another to land directly in your eye and you yelped at the sudden intrusion. The sting went away after a few seconds, but by then the rain was beginning to pick up, leaving you with two choices: either find shelter or go back home—not that the latter was a real option.

You took a look around for the first time to see that you were in Peter’s neighborhood, the nearby sight of Delmar’s being the evidence. You hurried to the awning covered shop and stood under it, deciding to wait the rain out. It wasn’t that cold anyways and you would feel guilty if you went into Mr. Delmar’s without having any money on you, so this would have to do.

“It’s a simple field trip! She’ll be the only one in her class that doesn’t go!”

“Your sister never complained when I told her no field trips!”

Your head snapped up at your father’s mention of you. You’d been trying to slink quietly into your room hopefully without notice, but now that was going to be an impossible task. Your brother caught sight of your anxious, wide eyed stare and stepped in, speaking loud but calm.

“I don’t think it’s right to drag Y/N into this, guys. This isn’t her fight.”

Your phone buzzed in your pocket. You finally fished it out only to see an apology text from your brother—the one person who had attempted to defend you and who had nothing to apologize for. You sighed and sent a quick reply back telling him exactly that before moving onto Peter’s text asking if you’d made it home safe. Your thumbs hovered over the keyboard. Yes, you’d made it home safe initially and that was the truth, but was it lying if you weren’t still there?

After a few moments’ debate you typed out a blunt ‘yes’ and clicked send, watching the blue bar at the top of the screen grow longer and longer until it disappeared completely, indicating that the message had been delivered.

“No, why is that, Y/N?” your mother prodded, completely ignoring her son “Why did you never argue your father’s—one-sided, may I add—decision on that?”

“It’s because all her friends are nerds just like her and don’t care if they spend another day at school while their classmates go have fun!” your sister declared, making your chest tighten and your cheeks flush.

“That’s not true-“

“At least Y/N and her friends have enough responsibility and intelligence to know that a field trip will do them no good!” your father proclaimed.

You felt another buzz but decided to ignore it. You didn’t particularly feel like talking, especially if it was your family. If it was your brother he couldn’t have sent anything too important, if it was any one of your other family members then you definitely wouldn’t be responding, and if it was Peter then he needed to be focusing on his Spider-Man duties rather than texting you.

The rain was slowly letting up, but the sidewalks were still mostly cleared and the nearby shops were crowded with people just like you who’d decided to wait it out, which you predicted would work out in your favor. It wasn't looking like the downfall would last much longer.

“A field trip can be very educational! And even if they learn nothing from it, it’s still important for our children to have fun every once in awhile! I know Y/N believes this too, so that’s why I want to know the reason she didn’t fight you on it!” your mother spewed.

You could feel your anxiety rising and your anger bubbling as you realized they’d just placed you in the center of the crossfire—again. You wanted to point out that they needn’t talk about you in third person, much less fight about an argument you never made and words you didn’t say, but you were afraid it’d make it even worse.

When the rain turned to a light sprinkle, you ducked out from your temporary shelter and continued walking. You didn’t have a set destination in mind, only knew that you wanted to get as far away from home as you possibly could. As long as you were able to find your way back at the end of the night, that was all that mattered.

A layer of goosebumps appeared on your skin, making you cross your arms to imitate some semblance of warmth. The air itself was rather warm, but the cold drops of rain that splashed down offset it.

“You’re being ridiculous! Y/N knows better than that! If she truly had a problem with my decision then she would have brought it up!” your father retorted.

You snapped. You weren’t sure what brought it on, whether it was the countless times you’d been wounded on the frontlines but never given a second glance, or if it was the fact your parents were both constructing you to fit their ideal images rather than letting you be you. You didn’t know, but whatever it was was enough.

“You know, maybe if you just asked me then you wouldn’t have to make up words to put in my mouth! But no! Of course you’d never ask me for my outlook on something! You’d never ask me because you’re too afraid my answer wouldn’t fit in to your little story and God forbid I have my own opinion in this house!” you snapped, taking everyone but your brother by surprise. You wondered if he sensed your breaking point before you did.

Peter’s apartment building was straight ahead, and you briefly thought about visiting May until you realized that today was one of her double shift nights and she wouldn’t be home until much, much later. So you walked past it, then went several more blocks until the whir of cars dissipated into the distance and you were left with only the sound of your own footsteps and the occasional splat of rain.

There was something comforting about being alone. It meant no people to judge you as you walk by, no people to impress, no people to forcibly make small talk with—no pressure, no anxiety, no worry. Times like these were scarce, as living in New York City almost always guaranteed running into at least one person on the sidewalk. But while the rain was out and the sky was growing darker by the minute, you found yourself being the only one walking this particular block. And it was nice.

“Why didn’t you argue it, Y/N?” your brother asked for you when it became apparent by your parents’ disapproving glares that they wouldn’t be.

Your mouth opened without hesitation.

Peter’s hoodie you’d stolen long ago was wet now, clinging to your arms like a second skin. It was slightly uncomfortable, but your wet socks were even more so. Your shoes made a suctioning noise with every step you took, reminding you of the sound Peter made when he would slurp the last of his milkshake, refusing to stop until it was all gone. You pictured his playful grin as you complained about the annoying sound only for him to continue, one of his brown curls falling onto his forehead as he tilted his head to get a better angle.

A bright flash of light and the loud blaring of a horn caused you to snap out of it. You lifted your head to see a car barreling straight toward you and the only thing you could think was that there was no way they could slow down at this point, that you were going to get hit, and that it was going to hurt. Like, really hurt.

You stood wide-eyed, staring at the car as it zoomed closer with each passing second. You squeezed your eyes shut and felt a pressure on your midsection, then a whoosh of air as you sailed through it. You wondered if the car had managed to hit you hard enough to make you not feel anything at all, but you weren’t sure if such a thing existed. If that was the case, however, then this wasn’t so bad.

A muffled voice was echoing in your ear, and you realized that you’d stopped moving. Maybe someone called 911 already and that was who was trying to talk to you. But then as the shock started to wear off, you realized you were standing upright—not sprawled across the wet street—and that you recognized that voice.

“Y/N, are you okay? Talk to me, c’mon, please.”

You were lowered to a sitting position, your head resting on something soft and sturdy. Your first thought was that you should open your eyes, but that was too much of a struggle. Sleep had hardly come the past few weeks and now, with everything numbed and most sound drowned out, your eyes felt unusually heavy.

“Karen, read vitals.”

Fingers were pressed to your wrist a minute later, measuring the pulse you couldn’t feel. But you were sure there was one, because if there wasn’t then you wouldn’t be able to hear any noise or feel any touch.

Wait—who was Karen and why did the name sound so familiar to you?

And then it clicked.

Your eyes flew open, startling the elongated white ones in front of you. Vivid colors entered your vision all at once, then slowly the other senses came back; you felt the rain from earlier still falling on you, cool and soft, then you smelled smoke and burnt rubber, and then you heard the voice again, this time completely identifiable to you.

“Hey, hey, hey, slow down, baby,” he said affectionately. “You’re in shock—that’s what Karen said—so you have to take it easy.”

“Peter,” you gasped breathlessly. His hand landed on your cheek while his other ripped his mask off, allowing you to look into his familiar brown eyes.

“It’s just me, Y/N. Look at me. I’ve got you. It’s okay. You’re okay.”

You blinked a few times while everything came rushing back to you with crushing power. Your guard rose almost immediately, and your legs shook as you stood up despite Peter’s protests.

“Y/N, stop it! Of all the times you choose to be stubborn-“

“Leave me alone.” Your voice faltered as you stumbled backward looking for a way out, and your heart dropped when you saw he’d brought you to the top of a building. You didn’t want Peter to see you like this. You’d only been dating for five months, but after he revealed his Spider-Man secret to you you’d grown much closer and you didn’t want to lose that. You were afraid if you let him see the deepest, most inner parts of you that nobody saw but you, then exactly that would happen. “Just...just get me down from here and leave me alone. I wish you would’ve left me alone!”

You didn’t have to look at Peter to know that hurt was dancing across his innocent face. “Y/N, if I would’ve left you alone you could’ve died. I wasn’t going to let that happen,” he said gently but firmly, standing up too but not making a move to get closer; he sensed you needed the space. “And I’m not going to take you back down until I know you’re okay.”

You clenched your fists, the bite of your nails as the dug into your palm keeping you temporarily grounded. “I’m fine, Peter! I’m not hurt! You saved me, okay?! You can take me down now!”

“You texted me no more than ten minutes ago that you’d made it home safe. There’s no way you could’ve made it from your house to here in ten minutes even if you were sprinting,” Peter started deducting, making your hands momentarily weaken in their grip. “I texted you soon after you texted me, but you never replied.”

“Peter, stop-“ you tried, turning your head to hide your tears.

“Something told me that you weren’t home even before it was proved true, but when I went looking for you I didn’t expect to find you on my block seconds away from getting hit by a car!

“Cut it out!” you shouted back, frustratedly blinking.

“You’re not okay,” Peter said, his voice dropping again, and it was only when his hands landed on your shoulders that you realized he’d been moving progressively closer. “You don’t have to lie to me.”

“Yes, I do,” you choked out, but even as you were hoping he’d drop it and leave you be, your hands subconsciously rose to clamp down on his forearms.

“Y/N,” he whispered, his eyes searching yours. “No, you don’t.”

A tear escaped from your eye, running slow down your cheek. Peter watched it with a sad look and wiped it off with the pad of his thumb. That was all it took for you to fall forward into his chest and release the rest of the tears that’d been held in for so long. He simply held you, let you get everything out without pushing for answers or attempting to calm you down; you’d calm on your own time. Though, you’d be lying if you said his arms didn’t help speed along the process.

“Do you still want me to leave you alone?” Peter murmured after your waterworks stopped.

You shook your head, giving a breathy laugh at how this turned out. “It doesn’t matter anymore.” Your voice was scratchy, luckily muffled by the red and blue fabric your head was currently pressed against.

“Why?”

“Because the whole reason- I just- I never-“ You sighed, burying further into his chest. “I just didn’t want you to see me like this.”

Peter slowly pushed you away and cleaned your face of any leftover tears before taking your hand and leading you to the edge of the rooftop. He sat down first, childishly swinging his legs. You followed, holding his hand as you settled onto the ledge. You were glad you weren’t afraid of heights, or this position would have been slightly problematic.

“Wanna talk about it?” he asked quietly so as not to disturb the silence.

You swallowed, looking down. “I don’t know if I should.”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Peter said, moving your chin until you were looking at him. His eyes were soft but hardened around the edges just enough to get your attention as he said the next part. “But if the only reason you’re holding back is because you don’t want to burden me or you’re afraid my opinion of you will change, then you have no solid basis not to.”

You pulled away and he let his hand drop, allowing you to make the decision on your own. He knew you so well already and that scared you, but something about never opening up to him about this—because you knew if you didn’t now you never would—and lying straight to his face when he eventually asked why you hadn’t taken him to meet your parents scared you even more. How would you explain to Peter that your parents didn’t know he existed, let alone that he was your boyfriend? How would you tell him that it wasn’t because you were ashamed of him, but rather ashamed of the two people who had given you life?

“I didn’t text you back right away because as soon as I walked in my door, I could hear my sister and my parents practically screaming at each other. And after I left and texted you back, I didn’t bother to look at my phone again because I thought it was most likely my mother or father.”

There was a small pause. “What were they fighting about?”

You sighed and ran a hand through your tangled hair. “I think it was over a field trip this time? I don’t know exactly.”

“This time?” Peter prodded, tracing small circles on the back of your hand.

Deep breath, Y/N. “Yeah,” you whispered. “I honestly can’t remember the last time my parents weren’t fighting.” You could tell Peter was struggling for words, so you squeezed his hand and said, “You don’t have to say anything, Pete. It’s okay.”

He relaxed a bit at your words, and his thumb went back to tracing. You sat in a comfortable silence for awhile, the both of you just appreciating the other’s comforting presence. After you had enough time to gather your bearings, you opened your mouth again.

“They’re constantly making me choose sides; neither of my siblings ever have to, so it must be a middle child thing. I don’t know. But even when I don’t choose a side, one or both of them still end up being mad at me.” You paused, biting your lip. “It wouldn’t be so bad if I wasn’t constantly dragged into it. It didn’t use to bother me to the extent it does now.”

“To what extent is that, exactly?” Peter immediately asked, blatantly concerned.

You shrugged, watching as the heels of your shoes hit the side of the building with every kick. “I hardly sleep. I’m always so busy trying to get out of the crossfire that by the time I get to my room I still have homework, not to mention eating and showering and whatever else is considered basic self-care. Half the time when I pull out my homework I have no idea what I’m doing because I was basically sleep-walking the whole day. I just…” You swallowed, trying to get the words out of your mouth before you could regret saying them. “I just want to turn eighteen already,” you whispered. “I want to get out.”

“Have you...um…did you try talking to them about it?” You shook your head. Peter waited as if contemplating his next words, but he soon settled for a small, “Why?”

No, why is that, Y/N? Why did you never argue your father’s—one-sided, may I add—decision on that?

I don’t think it’s right to drag Y/N into this, guys. This isn’t her fight.

Why didn’t you argue it, Y/N?

“I didn’t want to start a fight,” you whispered, playing with the end of your sleeves.

The street below you was slowly beginning to fill up with the normal crowd of people and flood of traffic again. The rain had stopped, though there were a few with umbrellas just in case. The skies were starting to clear up, returning to the bluish-gray color, and the leftover rain sparkled with a natural beauty you didn’t get to see much of in New York.

“You know,” Peter said quietly, “you could always talk to me. About anything. To ask about homework, to get your mind off things, to talk. And...and if it ever gets bad like it did tonight and you need to leave, please tell me so I can come get you.”

“You can’t just swing to my window every time I call, Peter,” you pointed out, finally looking at him. “You can’t ask May to drive every time either.”

“I can call someone to get you. I can get Happy for the times May’s busy, and if I’m out Spider-Man-ing and you call, that’s the kind of thing I’m supposed to help with—getting people out of bad situations,” Peter argued, looking pleadingly at you. “I could call Mr. Stark and have him send a car for when Happy’s busy, I could pay for a taxi, just please Y/N, please tell me if it gets bad.”

It only took seconds of your boyfriend’s innocent, pleading look for you to give in. “Okay,” you relented. “Okay, I’ll call.”

A breath of relief rushed out of Peter’s lungs, and he let go of your hand only to wrap an arm around you and bring you into him again. “You’re always welcome, you know that, right? I mean, I haven’t talked to May but she loves you and I know she wouldn’t mind helping out in whatever way she can. I don’t even have to tell her why you’re spending the night or why you’re coming over for supper, you can just call and let me worry about the excuses.”

You couldn’t help but smile at Peter’s need to protect you, to care for you. It warmed your heart, making you thankful you’d told him the truth. “Thank you,” you voiced, placing a kiss on his cheek which promptly turned a light pink.

You sat in quiet content for a long while until your phone broke the silence with its incessant ringing. You sighed and pulled it out, dreading what you would find. It was only slightly relieving when you saw it was your brother.

“I should answer. It’s my brother,” you told Peter.

“Is that a good idea?” he asked a bit warily.

“He’s the only one in my family I trust right now,” you admitted. “Hence why he’s the only one who knows I have a boyfriend.”

Peter didn’t look at all hurt or offended at the statement which relieved you, and he nodded in assent, prompting you to accept the call.

“Y/N?” your brother’s voice came on, eerily quiet.

“Yeah?” you asked in trepidation.

“Where are you right now?”

A wave of panic washed over you as you answered, “I’m with Peter. Why? Do I need to come home?”

“No,” your brother said, sounding relieved. “No, don’t come home tonight. See if you can stay with him, please.”

“Has it gotten worse?” you whispered, already knowing the answer.

“Yeah,” he simply agreed, but the heaviness of his tone said it all. “Just stay with Peter tonight, okay? I’ll let you know tomorrow whether or not you can come back. Don’t go and get anything from your room, either. It’s the weekend so your book bag can be left, and I’m sure you could borrow clothes and a spare toothbrush.”

You frowned, and even though your sister had turned on you tonight, you knew that her response to stress was anger and that she couldn’t help it. You were even willing to bet she was with your brother right now, trying to find comfort and forgiveness in his arms. “What about you and-“

“I’ve already made a couple calls. We’re not staying either.”

You reluctantly nodded, even though he couldn’t see you. “Good.”

“We gotta go now, but I promise I’ll text you later. You’re okay?”

Your lips twitched up at his protectiveness, and though you felt bad he was having to step into the role as guardian for both you and your sister, you were glad he was there. “Yeah. Yeah, I will be. I love you.”

“Love you too, bub.”

The call ended and you lowered your phone to your lap, taking a deep breath. You hated to ask Peter of this already when you’d only just told him of your current home life, but from the sound of it you really had no other choice.

“Um…” you started quietly, “Do you think I could maybe, um, you know…”

“I’ll pop the popcorn if you make the fort,” Peter said with a smile, pulling you both up. “After all, it is movie night.”

The tightness in your chest immediately loosened. This boy’s ability to make you feel like nothing was wrong or could ever go wrong so long as you were with him never ceased to amaze you. You reached up and planted a grateful kiss on his lips—one that was long overdue.

“Do I get to pick the movie?” you asked, your eyes brightening.

Peter grinned as he slipped his mask back on and prepared to swing you to his apartment. “Always.”

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Poison Apple - Ned’s POV

Chapter summary: Ned’s point of view while Peter is unconscious.

(This story will not make much sense unless you’ve read Poison Apple, so please do so first!)

Genre: Angst, serious illness

Link to read on Ao3

A/N: By request of @spider-man-stan <3

Up until about an hour ago, Ned had been having a pretty good day.

His mom had cooked pancakes for breakfast, the autumn weather could not be more gorgeous, he’d found a twenty dollar bill in his coat pocket from last year, and this current field trip meant he was missing gym class when they were right in the middle of a brutal circuit training unit. Not to mention the farm has a petting zoo and so he’s gotten to pet like, twelve goats.

And Ned fricken’ loves goats.

Then his best friend had collapsed to the ground in the middle of a corn field and it had suddenly become the worst day.

It takes a second for Ned to register what’s happening. Peter is blinking rapidly and jerking his head. Then his eyes roll back and his muscles start to twitch—slow at first, and then faster until Peter’s whole body is jerking rhythmically on the muddy ground.

The odd thing is that even after Ned’s brain identifies it as a seizure, the panic doesn’t come right away. Instead, a strange thought pops into his head—it’s too quiet for this to be happening. Someone needs to play some dramatic music or something because the calm background sounds of the birds chirping and the breeze rustling the tree leaves don’t fit at all with the image of Peter’s convulsing body on the ground.

Then the panic rushes in.

“Peter?” Ned gasps. “Oh god, Peter!” He drops to his knees next to his seizing friend and desperately tries to remember back to his eighth grade J-term first aid elective. He knows he’s not supposed to hold the person down or stick anything in their mouth, but he’s blanking on what he’s actually supposed to do. 

He settles for calling Mr. Stark instead.

Tony picks up on the fourth ring. “Shouldn’t you be in social studies right now, kid?” he says in lieu of greeting.

Ned’s words all come tumbling out in an anxious muddle. “Mr. Stark, sir! Please, you’ve gotta help us!”

“Who is this?” Tony asks sharply. “Why do you have Peter’s phone?”

“This is Ned Leeds, sir—I’m a friend of Peter Parker,” Ned explains quickly. “But something’s really wrong with him! It’s like he’s been poisoned or something? MJ thinks it’s pesticide! I don’t know, he got really sick and wasn’t breathing right and now I think he’s having a seizure!”

“What the hell?” Tony demands. Ned can hear a lot of movement on the other end of the line now. “Where are you?”

“We’re at a farm in Queens, but I’m not totally sure where because we’re kinda lost in a corn maze right now.”

“Why are you in a—” Tony starts, but then cuts himself off. “Never mind—I’m tracking the phone. Is he still seizing?”

“I think it’s ending now,” Ned replies. Peter’s twitching is beginning to die down. His eyes are still rolled back but he’s starting to make gasping noises. “But he’s not breathing too good. Like he wasn’t before either but—”

“Roll him on his side,” Tony instructs. “Keep the airway open. I’m on my way—ETA ten minutes—and I’ve got a med team flying in to meet us. Think you can keep him hanging in there that long?”

Ned hurries to roll Peter over. The gasping continues. “Just hurry, please!” he begs.

“I’m coming,” Tony promises before disconnecting the call.

X

After being out about a minute, Peter gradually comes back around. He flops himself onto his back with a moan, eyelids fluttering but still incoherent.

Ned starts shaking him by the shoulders. “Peter?” he begs. “Peter? Hey, you with me?”

Peter lets out another groan before his breath hitches and he gags. Ned can see bits of partially digested food and bile filling his friend’s mouth and the gasping noise changes to gargling.

“Oh god! Oh shit, oh my god!” Ned cries. He has never been good with vomit—usually he’s throwing up right along with the sick person. But something comes over him and right now there is only one thought running through his brain: Peter isn’t breathing.

Quickly, Ned rolls his choking friend back onto his side. The vomit starts spilling out down Peter’s shirt and onto the ground. Without even pausing to think, Ned shoves his fingers in Peter’s mouth and starts clearing the rest out. It’s hot and gross and it makes his own stomach lurch and his breakfast begin to rise in the back of his throat, but Ned swallows it back down because he doesn’t have the luxury of being sick right now. Peter needs air.

Tears are slipping down Ned’s cheeks. “Breathe, Peter! You gotta b-breathe!” he implores.

Finally, Peter gasps and Ned chokes out a sob because it’s the sweetest sound he has ever heard.

But only a few short breaths later, Peter’s body goes rigid and his eyes roll back in his head and Ned is left sitting there helpless once again.

X

This seizure lasts longer. Peter’s body thrashes on the ground for nearly three minutes, white foam frothing up out of his mouth.

Ned calls MJ this time, begging her to come, to bring someone, to do something, anything. He’s never felt so alone.

Her voice comes back breathless—she’s been sprinting through the maze to find them for the past several minutes already. Ned checks the time on his phone and wills Mr. Stark to come faster.

X

When the convulsions finally cease, Peter’s not choking this time, but he doesn’t seem to be breathing either. His lips are an awful shade of blue and he isn’t moving.

In pure panic, Ned calls Mr. Stark again.

“He’s not breathing!” he blurts into the phone before Tony can say a word. “He had another seizure and now he’s not breathing!”

Tony curses. “Do you know CPR?” he demands.

Ned wants to cry. He racks his brain and fuzzy images of the brief resuscitation unit from that class start to emerge. He wishes he’d paid more attention—spent less time making fun of the dummy and goofing off with the bandage rolls, but it’s too late for that now.

“I can try?” is what he chokes out in response.

“Good man,” Tony encourages. “Listen, I’m almost there—I can see the farm.”

Rolling Peter back to his back, Ned locks his fingers together and steels himself to start compressions, tears pricking at his eyes.

But that’s as far as he gets before Peter’s body starts jerking again.

X

Tony and Michelle arrive at almost the same moment, just as Peter’s third seizure is dying down. The second Tony’s feet touch down on the ground, he’s retracting his helmet and racing to Peter’s side.

“I’m taking over now,” Tony says as he drops to his knees beside the unconscious boy. “You did good, kid.”

That’s when Ned completely loses it. He stumbles back to his feet and moves a few yards away from Peter before retching half-digested pancakes onto the dirt path in between sobs. Tony’s praise echos in his ears—You did good, kid. But he hasn’t done good, his mind screams—he hasn’t done anything. He’s been fucking useless this entire time, watching his best friend die before his eyes.

Michelle comes over and places a hand on his back. She’s trying to talk to him, but he’s not really hearing her. He’s trembling all over and his brain is somehow too loud and too fuzzy all at once.

Tony lifts Peter in his arms and rockets them both out, leaving Ned and Michelle where they stand.

X

Michelle guides Ned back out of the maze. They’re moving along at a good pace, but nothing about the journey back seems real. He can see her hand on his arm, but he can’t feel it there, just like he can see her lips moving occasionally but can’t register any of the words coming out. He feels like a zombie.

When they finally emerge from the maze, Mr. Harrington and the rest of the class instantly converge on them. Lips are moving everywhere he looks, but Ned hears none of it.

Michelle doesn’t stop—just continues pushing Ned along ahead of her all the way over to a waiting sports car. She guides him to sit down on the backseat and then buckles him in.

The driver—Happy, he recognizes from the times he’s seen Peter get picked up from school—exchanges a few words with her. Then MJ shuts the door and a moment later, Happy drives away.

X

The shock doesn’t really wear off until Ned is back at the compound and has been assured by multiple people that Peter, though currently on a ventilator, is still very much alive. A team of doctors has identified the toxin and they’re treating him now. He’s going to be okay.

When FRIDAY's voice finally comes over the speakers informing him that Peter is awake and able to see him now, Ned nearly knocks down Doctor Cho in his rush to the Medbay doors.

For more Ned & Peter whump, try Ned the Dumbwaiter!

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hello! i’ve written my first spideychelle fic that is not in the same universe as my headcanons! unfortunately, i’m waiting on an invite to create an AO3 account so it’s not posted there yet, but I will update this post the second it is!! without further ado...

The four times Michelle caught Peter staring at her, and the one time it was the other way around.

I. Kindergarten 

The first time Michelle catches Peter staring at her is in their Kindergarten reading time. Their teacher takes them to the library every Friday to pick out a book, and naturally Peter goes with the other 5-year-old boys to the books about dinosaurs and race cars. Michelle on the other hand, is different. She ventures off from the ballerina and princess books and finds herself checking out a book that is labeled for the 3rd grade reading level and up. 

“Are you sure Michelle?” Her teacher asks when the kids are lining up to go back to class, and Michelle hugs the book tighter to her chest and nods. She never liked the books for her class, they were far too easy and usually quite boring. She takes the book outside at recess and sits at the lunch tables to read. Other girls from her class come and ask her to come play, but Michelle politely declines. Jack and Annie ae about to go on another tree house adventure, and that’s way more exciting than hide and seek. A short while later her teacher comes over with two boys who clearly know they are in trouble for something. “Flash, you sit at that table over there,” Michelle overhears, but she doesn’t seem surprised. First of all, that kid in her class goes by ‘Flash’, and secondly, he’s always causing trouble. “Peter, sit across from Michelle, but you are not allowed to talk to her?” Michelle keeps her eyes on her book when she feels the weight of the table shift for a second. She doesn’t know what the two boys did and frankly she doesn’t care, but once she finishes the chapter she looks up to see a small pair of brown eyes staring at her under a mop of curly brown hair. “She said not to talk to me,” Michelle reminds the boy, and he blinks before turning around to watch the other kids on the playground.

II. 3rd Grade 

The second time Michelle catches him is when they’re 8 years old. They haven’t been in the same class since Kindergarten, and Michelle always thought Peter was a weird kid. He talked about fighter pilots and the death star while Michelle was knee deep in 8th grade reading level at this point. Her parents had a talk with her teacher about Michelle not having that many friends, but the truth was that the kids in books were just more exciting than the kids she sat next to in class. That doesn’t mean she doesn’t have any friends, because she does. She sits with the same group of girls at lunch and plays tag with them at first recess, but she dedicates afternoon recess to reading. It’s just what she does. When her mom gives her a box of cupcakes to take to school for her birthday, Michelle takes them in proudly, and she’s excited when she gets to wear the class birthday crown all day. Her teacher passes the cupcakes out after lunch and brings Michelle up in front of the class so the class can sing to her. She notices him when everyone else is singing, because he isn’t. He’s staring at her with a weird look on his face, but Michelle can’t place it. She may be observant, but she’s not great at reading people yet. She thinks maybe he just zoned out, but after the song ends he smiles and joins in the applause from the rest of their classmates. Michelle walks back to her seat and looks back to where his desk is and he smiles and takes a bite of the cupcake. She swears she isn’t blushing, and she swears he isn’t her first crush, but his smile makes her want to smile too. So she does. 

III. 7th grade. 

The third time happens when they’re 13. Both of them are in their awkward stages, Michelle just got her first period and Peter’s voice is either super high or an awkward medium, depending on the day. They aren’t friends, but they aren’t strangers. They sit next to each other in History and have done a few group projects together, but that’s about it. She’s never been into sports, but her older brother is on the high school football team, and that’s where Michelle is going to go in two years, so she tags along to the games with her family. Her mom gave her money to go buy a hot dog, and so that’s where she finds herself when Peter comes up behind her. “Are you cold?” He asks, and she turns in line. He’s wearing a pretty heavy jacket, but it’s early October, and Michelle was fine in her sweatshirt. She shakes her head no, and he turns his attention to the menu. It’s not that Peter isn’t cute, because he is. His hair is still curly and his eyes are still so warm but she doesn’t know him well enough to actually like him. She’s allowed to think boys are cute without liking them, and she will never like Peter. He’s just…Peter. The crowd suddenly cheers and Michelle turns to stand on her tip toes to try and see the field, but she’s thrown off by Peter staring at her. “What?” She asks, but he just turns around to talk to Ned from English class behind him, Michelle finally gets to order that stupid hotdog.

IV. Homecoming (Junior Year)

The fourth time happens when Michelle decides Peter is going to be her homecoming date.  They’ve gotten closer since the whole Liz fiasco of last year, and Michelle is certain that Peter is Spiderman. Since Kindergarten, her observant skills have been nothing but amazing. Honestly, Peter sucks at keeping a secret, but that’s not how she figured it out. First of all, Spiderman in D.C out of ALL days? Then, Peter disappears from Homecoming last year and suddenly Spiderman catches Liz’s dad in under 2 hours AND Michelle found Peter’s tie on the floor by the lockers towards the front door exit. And finally, Ned got busted for watching porn, and ned has been terrified of porn since Flash pulled it up at a previous decathlon trip. Nice try, Peter. She’s not sure what her motive is to bring Peter to homecoming, maybe she’ll force him to slow dance and tell him that she knows, or maybe a giant villain will come in and Peter will have to reveal himself to the world, or maybe it’s because she worries about him sometimes and- Oh no. The last one is definitely not it. Sure, she had a little crush in 3rd grade, but it’s over. He’s Peter. She’s talking herself out of that last thought when her mom calls her to tell her that Peter is downstairs, and she’s finally convinced herself when- Well shit. Peter Parker looks fantastic in a suit. She didn’t pay enough attention to him last year for the 2 minutes that he was there besides when she flipped him off when he walked in, and honestly he looks 10x better than before. It’s awkward when she’s walking downstairs, her mom is taking pictures and her Dad is wiping his eyes with a tissue. She avoids looking at Peter, because that little jerk has the same 3rd grade smile that still reaches his eyes. Her parents rush to get their cameras when she gets to Peter, and he’s still staring, and Michelle can’t hold her feelings down much longer, so she does the first thing that comes to her mind. She flips him off again.

V. Infinity War

New York is a mess. The summer before senior year is supposed to be college trips, late night Star Wars movie nights, and maybe convincing Michelle that he wasn’t that much of a loser.  Instead? Peter is trying to save his city. His new suit allows his senses to function properly and he’s glad because he would definitely have gone into a state of distress at this point. There’s so much debris and so many noises and so many people to save as quickly as possible. He last talked to May and Ned before Tony got them safe, and he hasn’t heard from Michelle, but his phone died and he frankly doesn’t have time to find a charger. He’s webbing up a bad guy so Steve and Wanda can get the civilians out when he feels like he’s been punched in the gut. Michelle is among the citizens coming out of the library. She has dirt all over her and a cut on her leg and her face, but she’s alive. Thank god, she’s alive. She meets his gaze and he wants to yell at her to run, to run far away from New York as far as she can but he knows she’d roll her eyes at him. She doesn’t even know he’s Spiderman and he can’t say anything without risking it. He sees her break away from the group and she hops over a fallen piece of cement and goes over to him. There aren’t anymore bad guys in the area and Steve told him not to go inside because the building could fall any second. Peter is about to say something when Michelle reaches him, pulls his mask up above his mouth, and kisses him right in the middle of the battlefield. Peter barely has time to put his hands on her waist when she pulls back and puts the mask back down. “Be careful Parker,” she whispers, and he freezes. She knows. He watches her run back to the group and he hears Tony calling for him on coms so he throws a web to start flying over, but she knows, and Peter knows when this is all over he’ll have to talk to her, but he’ll do that after he kisses her again. Definitely after he kisses her again.

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The Less I Know the Better

Superfamily Fic (Steve/Tony, Peter/Wade) NC-17/smut

After the death of Aunt May, 15- year old Peter Parker is left in the custody of Tony Stark. One night, while exploring the Avenger’s facility, he discovers a secret affair between Tony Stark and Steve Rogers. If keeping the affair a secret wasn’t stressful enough, Peter begins to struggle with his own sexuality when he realizes his attraction for his new tutor...Wade Wilson....

Part (I/?): The Less I know the Better

"Hey, Peter!" Happy greeted Peter Parker more enthusiastically than usual as the teenage boy entered the car.  

"How've you been, Happy?" Peter replied as he pushed his bags aside to squeeze into the crowded backseat. He pulled his phone out of his jacket, placed an earbud in his ear and rested his head back against the cushion of the car seat. The rain outside had left him drenched and he could feel the water dripping down from his hair onto his face and neck.

"I've been good, nasty weather today though," Happy looked through the rear view mirror back at Peter, his eyes becoming more serious. "I'm sorry to hear about your aunt."

Peter's throat tightened. "It's okay." He fought back tears before looking out the window into the rainy streets of Queens. "Doctors did all that they could for her."

Happy gave a sad nod as his only reply before starting the car.

The rain continued on as they sped down the streets in silence. Happy turned on the radio, some 80's hair metal was playing, and Peter took that as his queue that the conversation was over.  He placed the other earbud in and opened up spotify on his phone. As the music played, he leaned back and closed his eyes.

Peter's life had changed so much in the past two years. It was just too much for a 15 year old boy to handle, he was surprised he wasn't locked up in an asylum somewhere, wrapped up in a snug straight jacket. His life had completely spiraled out of control. It all started with being bit by a radioactive spider on a class field trip to the bio-engineering laboratory at New York State. Somehow, that nasty little creature escaped its aquarium and made its way up Peter's pant leg. Peter shuttered as he remembered the situation. The bite wasn't even the worst part of this situation... waking up to the type of puberty you don't exactly learn about in high school health class....that was pretty horrifying. But in the end it worked out, Peter was now an inch taller, 20 pounds of muscle heavier, a little hairier....and he could climbs walls and stuff... no big deal.  

Second thing that changed his life: meeting Tony Stark. Before meeting Mr. Stark, Peter had taken it upon himself to fight small crime in Queens with his new powers. Of course, he wore a costume to protect his identity (typical superhero stuff). If his Aunt were to have found out about his nightly outings, his crime fighting days would have been over. I guess that's something I don't have to worry about anymore, Peter thought to himself. Anyway, his costume pretty much sucked. He used his Aunt's sewing machine to stitch together some red fabrics  and stuck some goggles on his face. His web-shooters and the webs themselves took months to perfect, but it allowed him to swing across the city and get to the crime scene as fast as possible. As of last year, Mr. Stark had given him a brand new suit, with the latest state-of-the-art tech, threw him into a world with bigger and badder villains, introduced him to a league of superhuman heroes and the rest is history...

The third event that changed Peter's life: the death of Aunt May. His sweet Aunt May. His best friend and the closest person he had to a parent. She had raised him since he was 5 years old, when his parents had passed away in a terrible car accident. She always wiped away his tears, always gave him girl advice and the pep talks he needed when he struggled with the bullies at school. She always brought life into their household, singing in the kitchen to old Italian songs as she made dinner. Sometimes (often-times) she burned dinner, but Peter would not have changed anything for the world. He could eat that burnt chicken for the rest of his life if it meant he could have Aunt May back. She always made sure Peter had the best in life. After her funeral, it was reveled to him that she had a college fund saved for him with a couple thousand dollars. Even when they had nothing, she was self sacrificing and placed some money in savings for him. She worked days as a receptionist in a clinic and nights as a waitress at a diner. She did it all for him.

Aneurysm. That's what killed her. Well that's what the doctors say killed her. Peter came home late that night, he had been hunting down a convenient store robber. He found her on the bathroom floor, toothpaste still on her chin and toothbrush in hand. She had taken her glasses off for the night and was in a Hello Kitty nightgown. He held her lifeless body, guilt for coming home late washing over him. Fear that this might have been an act of revenge against him. All he could do was blame himself and cry until EMS showed up at the door.

Peter cried until there was no tears left to cry. He screamed until his voice was hoarse. He sat alone in that empty apartment, waiting and hoping that this was a bad dream and that Aunt May would walk through those doors again. But she never did.

After two weeks, social services came to Peter's house, explaining to him that foster care might be his only option since he was only 15. Peter couldn't imagine anything worse...he spiraled into a deeper depression.  

Tony caught wind of the situation when Peter began ignoring his calls and when Peter began skipping school. Tony followed the tracking device in Peter's suit to New York's Home for Boys, where he found Peter waiting to be transferred into foster care.

This is the reason why Peter Park was currently sitting in a car driving towards the Avenger's facility up north, away from the city. Tony had paid off the social services so that he could adopt Peter. Of course, Tony didn't meet any of the qualifications to be a competent parent...he was a bachelor, a drunk, his home was blown up more than 3 times... but money runs the world, and Tony gets what he wants.

All Peter wanted was to have his life back.

---

"Here we are," Peter had fallen asleep on the two hour drive. "I'll help you with your bags." Happy began unloading all of Peter's luggage as Peter tried to process where they were. The rain had stopped, and the sun was setting over a few green hills that surrounded the place. It felt weird being away from the city. It was too quiet, too much fresh air, too much open skies.

They both walked into the building, bags in hand. Nothing seemed too unfamiliar, Peter had been there only a couple months prior anyway. Happy led Peter to the elevator, pressing the button for the top floor. He began explaining the codes for entering the different rooms in the building such as the rec room, the pool room, the kitchen, the movie room, etc. Peter tried to keep up but it was just too many numbers, he doubted he would be leaving his room much anyway.

The elevator opened to a large luxurious room. "This is the common area," Happy explained, urging Peter to walk forward. There was a large white sofa that circled around the middle of the room, big enough to fit at least 15 people. A projector was projecting a basketball game on a big white wall across the sofa. There was a bar on one side of the room, with shelf after shelf of expensive liquor. The columns in the room emitted a dull blue light, that then shifted to a dull red, and then a dull green. There were arcade games along the other side of the room, along with a couple of fuss ball tables. There was a large window facing out to the open sky, it was night time now and it was littered with stars (something you don't see in the city). "Wow, this is amazing!" Peter commented as he entered the room.

"Yup, you have access to this 24/7," Tony Stark came up behind them, breaking Peter out of his trance. "But don't get any ideas about the bar, that's for grown ups only." Tony gave Peter a pat on the shoulder and walked down to the sofa.

"Oh, hey Mr. Stark," Peter placed his bag on the floor and walked over to the sofa too. "Thank you for taking me in, it's been rough with all the stuff with Aunt--"

Tony put a hand up, "Don't thank me, kid," Tony grabbed a scotch glass that was waiting for him on the glass coffee table. He took a large gulp. "Take a seat." Peter nodded and sat down next to Tony.

"You need me for anything else, Tony?" Happy asked from across the room.

"No, I think we got it from here Happy," Tony took another sip. "Thanks for everything, see you tomorrow!"

"Bye Happy!" Peter waved goodbye as Happy got back in the elevator.

"Ok, now listen," Tony put the glass down and sat back on the sofa. "Just because you're living here, doesn't mean I want you being an Avenger just yet, got it?"

Peter could smell the alcohol on Tony's breath. "Yes, Mr. Stark," Peter nervously fumbled with his thumbs. "May I ask why you changed your mind, I mean, like a couple of months ago, you wanted me to be an Avenger?"

"I just feel like you need time to heal from everything," Tony finished off his glass, making sure the last drop dripped into his mouth. "I want you to focus on your school work, you've been slacking."

Peter groaned and sat back against the sofa too. "Where am I even going to school? Are there schools out here in the middle of nowhere?"

"You're right, I didn't want the Avengers facility to be near any schools in case, you know..." Tony made his way off the couch and started walking towards the bar. "What I mean is, we don't want schools getting destroyed by bad guys just cause they're after us." Peter turned to look towards the bar as Tony poured a drink. "I'm thinking... home-school for you?"

"No!" Peter couldn't think of anything worse than being stuck there with people way older than him and who barely even know him. "I really want to keep going to my school in Queens."

"It's a two hour drive there, every morning," Tony sighed. "Can you drive yet?"

"I have my permit," Peter blushed. "I'm only 15, sir. I turn 16 in two months though."

Tony rubbed his forehead in frustration. "Well there's only what, like 5 weeks of school left for you, right?"

"Yeah..." Peter raised an eyebrow.

"How about, I pay for home-schooling for these next few weeks and starting in the fall, we'll figure out this school situation, maybe get you a license," Tony took a sip of his drink. "...maybe a new car?"

As much as he wanted his old life back, a new car sounded awesome and it was only a couple of weeks of sacrifice. "Okay, I can do that," Peter smirked in agreement. He scratched the back of his neck before speaking again. "Can I fly my friends out here sometimes...maybe....?"

Tony rolled his eyes, "Sure, but make sure you ask me first...always." Tony downed the drink.

"No problem, Mr. Stark," Peter turned back towards the baseball game on the wall.

Tony walked up behind Peter and placed a hand on the teenager's shoulder. "I'm sorry about your Aunt May, I truly am." Peter didn't turn around. "I lost my parents when I was really young too, I know the pain."

"It's okay," Peter felt the tears starting to form in the corner of his eyes. "Thanks for letting me stay here, Mr. Stark."

"No problem, kid, you're always welcomed here." It was the most touchy-feely Tony had ever been with Peter, and he figured it was probably because the billionaire was a bit drunk. Overall, Peter accepted that it came from a genuine place. "Did Happy show you where your room is?"

---

The room was huge compared to his room back in Queens. The bed was king-sized, with white sheets and tons of pillows. He had a clear desk with a clear computer chair and a stark-computer. There was a white dresser and a walk in closet. Tony pulled out a remote control. "This button is for the projector if you want to watch TV, we have 800 channels, and this button is for the AC/heater system, this one is for lights, this one is for automatic bed-making, and this one is for Jarvis, or you can just say his name."

"I can use Jarvis?"

"Yes, Mr. Parker?" Jarvis' voice came on in the room.

"No, Jarvis, we don't need you right now." Tony answered back.

"As you say, Sir."

"So cool!" Peter exclaimed.

"Yeah kid, it's all yours, don't abuse your power though." Tony gave him a stern look, "...and this button at the bottom is for emergencies only, it calls in all the avengers, so don't push it by accident."

"Got it."

"Ok then, rooms all yours. You know where the kitchen is in case you get hungry. Let me-- no actually -- let Jarvis know if you need anything," Tony gave a lazy smile, "I'm going to bed, see you in the morning."

"See ya." Peter threw himself against the big, comfy bed as Tony left. Maybe staying here wasn't all too bad. He kicked off his shoes, shimmied out of his pants, damp shirt and hoodie and crawled under the blankets. The bed felt like heaven. "Jarvis?"

"Yes, Mr. Parker."

"Play some modest mouse."

--

Peter woke up. He looked around the dark room, remembering where he was. It was still dark outside, he could see through the window in his room. He glanced at his phone. 1:41 am. He had been asleep for about 3 hours. The music was still playing in his room.

"Jarvis?"

"Yes, Mr. Parker."

"Music off, please."

Peter felt his stomach growl. In the midst of moving in, he had forgotten to eat. He got out of bed, stumbling in the dark. "Jarvis, lights please." The lights came on and Peter found his duffel bag, digging through it to find a pair of star wars pajama bottoms and an old tank top. He quietly opened his bedroom door and slipped out into the hallway. Most of the building had large windows that allowed some moonlight in, but other than that, it was quiet and dark throughout. He wondered how many other avengers were currently there sleeping.

He tiptoed into the kitchen, luckily remembering the 4 digit code, and made his way to the giant fridge. He shivered at the cold. He searched around the shelves. There was left over take-out, pizza, and various tupperware with sticky notes on it. One note read: "Touch this and die. — Natasha", another read "Property of Tony Stark", and finally one that read "Steve, 25/05/17, 16:00". Wow, Natasha Romanoff and Steve Rogers are here, Peter thought to himself.

He closed the fridge door and decided to search the pantry instead. He found a box of cereal. He poured the fruit loops into a bowl, along with some milk from the fridge. He sat on the kitchen counter as he ate, looking around the huge, dark kitchen. If only Aunt May could see this...

After he was done, he placed the bowl in the sink. As he turned the water on to wash the bowl, a small robotic arm with a sponge on the end, came out from the bottom of the sink and began scrubbing away at the bowl while another arm held the plate under the stream of water. "Wow, automatic dish washing — nice!" Peter whispered to himself with a huge smile on his face. Tony stark thinks of everything.

--

Peter roamed the rest of the building, seeing if he remembered all the codes, and exploring the huge rooms. He was too wired to sleep and finally decided to go to the common room.

He took the elevator back to the top floor and as the elevator doors opened, he realized that someone had left the lights on. They were set to a low orange glow and soft jazz music was playing.

"Oh shit!" Peter heard Tony's voice from the sofa. Peter turned to look, only to be shocked by what he saw. Tony was sliding out from under a tall, muscular blond man, both of them completely naked, other than a small blanket covering them. Tony tried his best to cover up but there was so much exposed skin that Peter never ever wanted to see in his whole life.

"Oh my god!" Peter turned around, face burning. "I'm so so sorry Mr. Stark," was the only thing that kept coming out of Peter's mouth.

"Uh, can you step outside for a second?" Tony asked, "I'll explain everything in a minute," Peter quickly dove into the elevator, not bothering to turn around. He closed the doors and pressed the button for his floor. What was going on? Was Mr. Stark gay? Who was that man? Wasn't he engaged to Pepper? Am I going to get kicked out? A million thoughts rushed through his head.

The image was burned in his brain. All that muscle, tangled limbs, and glowing light from Tony's arc- reactor. He remembered every terrible detail.

Peter ran to his room and jumped into bed, heart racing.

"Is everything alright Sir, your levels are quite elevated?"

"Shut up, Jarvis!" Peter threw a pillow over his head.

--

Peter woke up as the sunlight came in through the window and hit his face. He rubbed his eyes and looked around the room. Tony had never come looking for him last night and honestly Peter was glad. It would have been the most awkward conversation of his life. Maybe he imagined it all, he wondered as he sat up in bed. Maybe it was just a strange nightmare.

He grabbed the bag with his toiletries, making a mental note to unpack his bags later, and snuck out his room and down the hall to the bathroom. Of course, it was huge, like everything else in the house. The shower head had like 100+ options and Peter just picked the most basic type of stream — not in the mood to get fancy.

After he was showered and dressed, he went down into the kitchen, hoping to God that everyone was still asleep. He put the code in and opened the door, only to be greeted with a room full of hello's. Great.

"Hey, remember me!" Rhodey, wrapped an arm around Peter while taking a bite of his toast. "So good to see you, man!"

"Yeah, good to see you again!" Peter gave a sheepish smile.

"Welcome Peter!" Vision was cooking something on the stove-top. He was wearing normal black slacks and a sweater vest, no super hero cape or anything like that in sight. Wanda was at his side, hair tied back and wearing a dark lipstick.

"Nice to see you again Peter," She greeted him in a thick accent. "Last time we met, we were trying to kill each other." She was referring to the battle between the heroes a year back. She smiled before bringing a spoon up to taste the food Vision was cooking.  

"Nice to see you all again," Peter smiled awkwardly. His stomach growled. "What's for breakfast?"

"Omelettes and toast," Rhodey answered as he took his arm off Peter. "You're welcomed to join us." Peter took a seat on the bar stool next to the kitchen counter.

"Are there more Avengers coming down for breakfast?" Peter asked as Wanda placed an omelette in front of him. He grabbed a fork and eagerly started eating.

"No, Natasha usually sleeps in," Vision explained.

"She says she needs her beauty rest," Rhodey joked as he dug into his own omelette.

"Everyone else is out of state as of now, except for Tony and Steve," Wanda chimed in.

Peter dropped his fork, mid-chew, at his instance realization. STEVE.

"Is everything ok, Peter?" Wanda asked.

The man that was with Tony last night had blond hair.... the only blond-haired person in this building...no it couldn't be....there's no way...they HATE each other--

"Good morning everyone, smells great!" A loud voice boomed in from behind Peter.

"Mornin' Cap!" Rhodey called out.

Peter's eyes were wide as he slowly turned around to face him. Steve Rogers was standing right next to him. He was over 6 feet tall, towering over Peter, muscles threatening to rip through his tiny white shirt. Peter gulped. They had not seen each other since the battle a year back....

"Nice to see you again, Pete," Steve placed a firm hand on Peter's shoulder. "I think we need to talk."

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A/N:

Part II coming soon.