#li'l miss lyla

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Submitted by @ohfugecannada

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I absolutely adore the new Pavitr fic you did! I constantly think of the idea of being a mother slash parental figure to Pav. Now you’ve got me thinking ‘BUT WHAT IF THE ROLES WERE REVERSED?’. Omg okay but would that be okay to request? If it isn’t too much to request and it wouldn’t be redundant? I just LOVE Found Family hurt to comfort angst fluff 🥹🥺

Edit: Originally I planned on combining this with another ask, but like Imma just do it here because I got conflicting ideas because of ADHD

Spider-Pup

(Platonic!Big Brother Figure!Pavitr x Spider Society Rookie)

TW/CW: Injuries, Possible Death, Blood, Pavitr's anxiety getting the better of him

MINORS DNI: I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

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You weren't much younger than he was, real fresh-faced and bushy-tailed, as they say.

Even your suit was practically generic, off-the-rack copy of one of the Peter Parkers' suits.

Hopeful, jubilant, and a bit naive if he was being honest.

But that is precisely why Pavitr liked you. You reminded him of himself. And, naturally, he took to offering to go with you on missions. It was nice to work with a like-minded, sunny-headed individual such as yourself.

The way you'd swing around HQ, crack jokes, pull pranks...

You were a sweet person, but sometimes your sweetness can be a real weakness. (Pavitr would know, seriously.)

Your whole personality was endearing, everyone around you loved you. Even Pavitr, in a way. Being around you had triggered some kinda feeling inside him that just said "protect the bean child" every time he was around you.

Jessica had chuckled at him one day and said "congrats on adopting the newbie" and that his "big brother instincts" woke up whenever you were around.

He vehemently denied it of course. For whatever reason.

But everyone knew it and called him out on his little fib.

Even Miguel would assign him to missions with you by default just to keep him from annoying him when he got back and you weren't there.

"What if they need my help? Where are they? Who are they fighting? Have they called you back yet? Have they called Lyla?"

Miguel just didn't want another headache, and it saved time.

But right now?

Right now was probably the worst day of Pavitr's life, recently.

You were on a mission, fighting some kind of variant of Doc Ock. His new mechanical arms designed to shoot projectiles.

You failed to dodge in time.

You got one spike in the shoulder, and the other right in your gut. Because you were still alive, one of the other Spideys said you were lucky and it missed your liver and spleen, because you didn't bleed to death like, on the spot.

It didn't ease his fears at all. Not when your blood soaked into his gloves, staining the front of his suit as he carried you through the portal, rushing you back into HQ.

Doc Ock had been beaten, but Pavitr was more concerned about you. You so reminded him of the stray pups he fed in the alleys back in Mumbattan.

The Spider-Pup. That's what everyone called you.

His Spider-Pup.

And right now, you were dying. Or possibly dying. The distinction didn't matter, all he saw was the blood and it sent his body into autopilot.

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Pavitr paced outside the operation room in the medical wing, his hands wringing themselves out in worry.

It got to the point the blood dried and Hobie had to drag him somewhere else to get a shower and put on some clean clothes.

"Relax." Hobie had told him, a large hand clapped on his shoulder. "Your kid sib's gonna be fine, Pav. Jus' calm down."

"I know but what if--"

"You'll loose ya marbles if ya only focus on them what-if's, Pav. Let the docs do their thing, yeah? Our li'le Pup'll be just fine."

Pavitr's shoulders slumped.

It had been hours since you were out into surgery. He figured at least he'd hear something at this point. News, a passing medic, hell, even a ping from Lyla as she monitored the situation--

"You're going to wear a hole in the floor, kid." The guy dressed in some kind of military uniform said. Ah. Spider-Medic. That's what everyone called him, and it stuck. He was "the best guy to have 'round when it came to ya guts're hangin' out" as Hobie explained it to you.

"Sorry." Pavitr mumbled, twiddling his thumbs anxiously.

"Well, Pup's doing fine. Gonna need some blood transfusions, and--"

"I'm a match!" Pavitr blurted.

It was true, talking one day you brought up random facts about yourselves. That's when you found out that the two of you were matching blood types. After that you elbowed him and laughed saying you knew where to find an emergency kidney if you needed one.

But right now that banter was about to literally pay off.

"Hmmh. All right. Let me take your vitals and I'll get you rigged." Spider-Medic said, leading Pavitr into an adjacent room.

Hobie crossed his arms, tapping his foot on the floor. He was hoping Pavitr couldn't see how worried he was about you.

They weren't lying when they said everyone loved you.

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You dragged your eyes open, your senses slowly coming back to you.

You could feel something heavy taped to your face, in your nose.

You turned your head with a soft groan, feeling the pain creep through the drugs the medic gave you.

Almost immediately, you recognized the fluffy hair and tanned skin of the man next to you.

"Pavitr?" Your voice slurred out.

Immediately his head whipped towards you and the biggest grin you'd ever seen erupted on his face. It was so bright it could probably turn the sun to shame.

He shouted your name excitedly and hopped to his feet, only to wince and mutter a curse as he plopped back down to his seat, frowning at his arm.

"Whoops! I ah, ha ha... forgot!" Pavitr said, rubbing the back of his head.

Your eyes trailed down and saw the port in his arm, the tube connected to a small object hanging on the stand... and connected to your own arm.

"P-Pavitr?" You say, your eyes now fully focused, pupils blown out from the painkillers flowing through your system.

"Yeah! Yeah, don't freak out!" Pavitr said to you, trying to allay your fears. "The doc said you needed blood and yeah, we were right! I'm a match for you, so..."

Your lip wobbled and you felt tears burn in your eyes, guilt filling you.

"Hey! Hey, what's wrong?" Pavitr asked, touching your hand with his free one, giving a soft squeeze.

"I--I messed up. I thought I could do it right, be like all of you. B-But I'm not as fast, or strong..."

Pavitr, ignoring the pain in his arm, moved and gripped the back of your head, bringing your forehead against his in a comforting gesture.

"Hey, kid. All that matters is that you're alive. Okay? We beat the bad guy, nobody else got hurt." He said softly.

You nodded softly, looking up into his eyes.

"And besides! You need to hurry up and get better so you can drink the chai my Aunty told me to give you! It's her own special bleeeeeend~" He said, waggling his eyebrows, making you laugh.

Seeing your spirits lifted, he pulled back and sat in his seat, hoping to hurry and finish the transfusion.

"See? That's a good Pup! Now go on and get better, you little twerp!" He grinned.

"Jerk." You sniffled, smiling as you wiped away your tears.

You were the best stray he'd ever adopted.