#meaning all spiderman can do is lift his mask a little and give her a forehead kiss

[thetimelordbatgirl]

Zeb Wells I'm in your walls because what the actual fuck is this shit???

Because it definitely isn't something Spiderman whose gone out of his way to visit fans dying of cancer or other medical conditions or tried to save a homeless girl who was a fan of him only to be too late, would say.

[viastro]

pinky promise | joshua hong

ミ★ synopsis: who knew that your crush of two years also happens to be your friendly neighborhood spiderman? not you! and who thought that you’d find out he’s spiderman through you two being paired for a group project? absolutely neither of you.

ミ★ genre: spiderman!joshua, action, fluff, humor

ミ★ warnings: mentions of almost death, mentions of blood, some ass kicking

ミ★ word count: 5,929

ミ★ pairings: joshua x female reader

ミ★ notes: hi guys! i did not mean to make this such a long oneshot... but alas. that’s how it be. i’m a huge marvel fan so i was like <333 spidey joshua <333 it’s absolutely time. but i also didn’t really incorporate many scenes of him as spiderman... am i stupid ? yes ! maybe in a different life i’ll write another spiderman au </3 anyways, i hope you guys like this one !!

You watch as your History teacher describes the upcoming group project that will be due in two weeks. Turning towards your best friend, Irene, the two of you flash each other mischievous smiles, already planning on pairing up. You lean back in your chair comfortably, feeling confident now that you don’t have to worry about choosing a partner. 

“I will be choosing your partner.”

oh fuck me in the ass.

“Jaehyun and Jungkook.” Your instructor reads off his clipboard, now sitting up straight in your seat. You look at Irene, anxiousness written across your features, and she gives you a small smile. She mouths, “It’ll be okay!” 

To which you shake your head vigorously and mouth back, “No it absolutely won’t!!”

“Irene and Seulgi.” You pout as Irene waves at Seulgi, knowing that she’s lucky because she got one of her friends. You have a few friends in the class, but they all have partners now. “I hate it here.” You mutter, about to lean back in your seat when your instructor announces:

“Yn and Joshua.” 

You fall out of your seat instead, causing a loud crash in the back of the room. Your classmates turn to glance at the sound, only to see you on the floor instead. Irene lifts a hand to her mouth in an attempt to muffle her laugh, knowing that you only fell because you just got paired with your longtime crush. 

“Yn… are you okay?” Your instructor asks, and you choose to close your eyes instead, refusing to look up and see what Joshua’s facial expression may be. 

maybe if i act like i passed out… then everything will be fine.

okay i’ll pretend i fainted.

“Oh my God, I think she fainted!” 

this was a bad idea. i shouldn’t have done that.

“Someone call the nurse!” Irene coughs into her shoulder to hide her laugh, and stands up from her seat. She puts on her best worried for my best friend expression, hurriedly walking over to you. She kneels beside you and grasps your hand, giving it a squeeze. “Someone help carry her to the infirmary!”

“I can help.” You hear Joshua say, and you immediately open your eyes, looking up at Irene in panic. She reaches up and rests her hand over your eyes, hiding everything from view. She gives Joshua a smile, “Okay, thank you so much!”

“WHA-” Irene clamps her hand over your mouth before you can finish your sentence, practically handing you off to your longtime crush. You feel Joshua’s arm go underneath your knees, and then under your upper back, lifting you up off the floor. You do everything in your power not to let warmth rise to your cheeks, or for your breathing to go crazy but that’s really hard because aaAAAAAA !!!!

Irene giggles quietly as she watches you hang limp in Joshua’s arms. She knows very well that you’re going to scream at her later, but she’s fine with it.  Irene tells herself, as long as I helped her to shoot her shot, then she absolutely owes me !! 

“Make sure to stay with yn until she wakes up Joshua, thank you for offering to help. Irene can update you both on what you missed when you come back.” You hear your instructor say, and you internally curse Irene for letting Joshua help you.

but at the same time i brought this upon myself.

... no i’ll blame irene.

You listen to Joshua’s shuffling footsteps towards the infirmary. You hear him curse to himself, before letting out a small giggle. “Sorry yn, this might be a bit bumpy. I have to take you down the stairs.” 

the way my heart just swooned. 

Joshua glances down at your closed eyes, smiling softly to himself when he sees them slightly twitch. He knows that you’re awake as he can feel your fast heartbeat, but he won’t say anything. He’s just happy to be holding you in his arms right now. 

so what if he’s been too intimidated to talk to you since the bathroom incident !! he thinks you’re really pretty and is afraid to initiate conversation !! let him live !!

Once the two of you make it to the infirmary, he carefully places you onto the bed with the help of the nurse. She slides off your shoes, and places the light blanket over you. Once she’s done, she turns towards Joshua, “Are you going to stay with her until she wakes up?” 

You feel heat rise to your cheeks again, and you pinch your thigh in an attempt to redirect it. Joshua glances down at you, chuckling quietly at the fact that you’re still pretending to be asleep. He nods his head, turning back towards the nurse, “Yeah, I will.” 

“You can just sit there then, I’m sure she’ll wake up soon. It might be dehydration that caused her to pass out, but I’ll only be able to confirm when she wakes up.” Joshua nods his head, telling her thanks before she steps out, closing the curtain around you two. 

“You can open your eyes now yn, I know you’re awake.” Joshua says softly, and you feel your heart stop. You slowly open them, turning your head to glance at him. He’s sitting on the chair beside the bed, looking at you with an amused expression on his face. You let out a quiet giggle as you slowly glance back up at the ceiling, now feeling awkward and embarrassed. “How long did you know I was awake?”

“Since Irene covered your eyes with her hand.”

“Ah, nice.” Joshua chuckles, resting his head on his palm as he watches you blink up at the ceiling. “How long were you planning to keep up that act?”

“Probably like, ten more minutes maybe.” Joshua nods his head, grinning at you. You raise your hands up, covering your face as the feeling of complete embarrassment takes over. You internally curse yourself for even pretending to have fainted, but at the same time…

it would’ve been absolutely horrible if everyone knew i just fell out of my chair.

at least they don’t think i’m clumsy, they just think i passed out.

...

that is not better in the slightest.

“I’m sorry Joshua.” You tell him, turning your head and looking at him. He smiles, waving his hands to tell you that it’s alright. “It’s okay yn! I wanted a little break from class either way, and you just happened to present a good opportunity for me to do so.”

“Our instructor does drag topics on for too long…” You mutter to yourself, and Joshua nods his head, letting out a sigh. He leans back into his chair, now thinking about the countless times that your guys’ teacher went from teaching about the lesson, to talking about his cat named Myrtle.

“Fucking Myrtle…” Joshua says under his breath, and you happen to catch it, letting out a small giggle. Joshua looks up at you, grinning at the sound. 

“I was kind of nervous to have you as my partner because of the bathroom incident,” You cringe at the memory, and Joshua chuckles at your reaction before continuing. “But I think we’ll get along quite well.” Joshua tells you, and you smile happily. He finds that his heart is warm at the sight of your smile.

“I think we’ll get along too-”

“Oh! You’re awake. You should’ve told me, Joshua.” The nurse interrupts, opening the curtains that were surrounding the bed. Joshua gives her an apologetic smile, scooting back so that the nurse has room to check up on you. “Have you been drinking enough water today? The weather is hot this afternoon.” 

“I only drank a few sips from my water bottle today.” You answer, and she tsks at you. You glance at Joshua to find him smiling at the fact that you’re about to get scolded. You’re about to roll your eyes at him when the nurse begins to speak again.

“You probably fainted from dehydration. You have to drink more water when the weather is hot! If you don’t, then you’ll pass out again. I’m going to get you a cup of water after I check your temperature, okay?” You nod your head, feeling a bit bad now about how worried the nurse seems to be over your overall well being. When in reality, you just pretended to faint to mask your embarrassment for falling out of your chair the moment your instructor announced that you and your crush are going to be partners.

She pulls out the thermometer, telling you to open your mouth. You comply, and she checks your temperature, finding that you don’t have a fever. She turns around and steps out to grab water, and you let out a sigh. 

“How come we always end up meeting over the most unfortunate circumstances?” You ask with a playful smile, and Joshua chuckles. He opens his mouth to respond when his phone dings, and he glances down to check the message. You watch as a stern expression takes over his features, and he stands up from the chair. “I have to go, there’s a family emergency.” 

You nod your head, having been used to Joshua leaving class at random points during the week. You’re more concerned at the fact that he has a family emergency every other week, but alas. He gives you an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, you’ll have to go back to class on your own. Um, put your number in my phone though.” You raise an eyebrow, and his eyes widen, blush forming on his cheeks.

“T-to talk about our project!” You smile, shaking your head at him and taking his phone. “I know Joshua, I was just teasing.” 

He lets out a breath, grinning as you hand him back his phone with your number in it. He waves to you as he heads out of the room, “I’ll text you later!” 

“Will do!” 

You sigh, about to lay back down when the nurse walks in with a confused expression on her face. She hands you the cup of water, and you immediately try to chug it all down. She glances over at the chair, before looking back at you as you prepare to swallow the water.

“Where’d your boyfriend go?”

aaaaaaaand there goes your water.

“Wait, so he knew you were awake the whole time?!” Irene asks over the phone, and you glare down at the pavement as you remember her being the cause of this. “Yes! But he was actually really nice about it, he kept smiling at me and I almost went into cardiac arrest.”

“Oh my God. I can’t believe you guys are finally speaking after two years since the bathroom incident, and it’s because of me! I think I deserve some loving for that one!”

“Stop bringing up the bathroom incident! That’s my most unfortunate memory of high school, also you didn’t do shit!!”

“You just said I’m the cause of this like ten minutes ago.”

“This ain’t about you!!” You respond with a laugh. You’re walking on the empty streets close to your neighborhood, on your way home from high school. You smile as Irene begins to argue over the phone, looking at the setting sun as you walk peacefully on the sidewalk. You open your mouth to respond when you feel something hard get pressed to the side of your head, and you freeze. “Yn?” 

“Give me your money.” The man says beside you, nudging your head with the gun. Irene’s mouth drops open at the voice, hearing your breathing turn heavy as you stand still in fear. “Did you hear me? I said give me your fucking money.”

“Sir, please. I don’t have anything on me.” You tell him quietly, and he lets out a sigh. He raises his hand up and strikes you hard with the butt of the gun, causing you to drop your phone and fall onto the ground. You cry out in pain, raising a hand to your now bleeding head. You reach into your pocket, grabbing your pepper spray as you feel the warmth of the blood trail down your neck. 

The man leans down beside you, pressing the gun to your head again as you look up at him with nothing but fear and hatred in your gaze. He gives you a sadistic smile, “Give me your fucking money or else I’ll-” 

You cut him off by spraying him directly in the eyes with pepper spray. He screeches in pain, quickly stumbling away from you. You take the opportunity to stand up and kick him in the face, before grabbing your phone that fell and running away as fast you can. You put the phone to your ear as you run, vision blurring from the blow to your head.

“Yn!” Irene cries into the phone, and it takes everything in you to not let any tears form in order to be able to see. “I need to call the police Irene, if I don’t call you back please check my location. Please.” You tell her hurriedly, hanging up after she immediately says yes. 

You raise a hand to your head as you run, feeling the blood seeping into your uniform as you dial 112. You place the phone back to your ear, only to be yanked back by your hair and falling onto the ground. You look up with wide eyes at the sight of the assailant from earlier, looking at you with pure rage and a bloody nose.

“112 what’s your emergency?” 

“P-please help-” You cry out when he kicks you in the stomach, effectively dropping your phone from your hand. You clutch your stomach in pain, looking at him with pure fear in your eyes. 

“Please, I really don’t have anything.” You beg, tears filling your eyes as he cocks his gun. He points it towards your head, “It won’t matter anyways-” 

His eyes widen when the gun is shot out of his hands, now on the ground covered in a web of sorts. You slowly try to inch backwards when you recognize the substance, knowing who must be here. Your heart still pounds violently against your ears, but you feel a bit safer now. 

“Well, that’s not how you treat a lady, now is it?” A voice says from above, and you watch as the guy looks around in fear. You watch as the red and blue suited figure swings over and kicks the man in the stomach, knocking him to the ground. 

“Spiderman.” The man states, and the superhero places a hand on his hip, letting out a dark chuckle. 

“So you know me? That means you know what I do to bad guys right?” Spiderman asks, leaning down to the guy’s level and shooting a web onto his hand, preventing him from being able to get back up. The assailant panics, before trying to swipe Spideman’s feet out from under him. The superhero chuckles darkly, leaning down to the man’s level. 

“How dare you hurt her like that.” He all but growls, and the assailant glares at the superhero. The man leans his head back, before slamming it onto Spiderman’s forehead, to which he lets out a hiss. You watch as Spiderman jumps up and kicks him in the face, knocking the man out cold. “I’ll deal with you in a second.” 

The superhero then turns around and walks over to you, bending down and checking your injuries. He hears the distant sound of sirens, looking at your phone beside you that’s still on the call with the authorities. 

“I’m so sorry I didn’t get here sooner. I had to get a cat out of a tree.” He apologizes as he lifts some of your hair up, taking notice of the large amount of blood dripping from the wound on your head. You let out a little giggle at the visual of the superhero trying to psspss at a cat, and he raises an eyebrow at you under his mask. He lets out a little chuckle at the fact that you’re still able to smile in this condition, and you tilt your head at the familiarity of his voice, but the soreness of your stomach takes over those questions forming in your head. You begin to feel dizzy due to the loss of blood, and you let out a breath. The sound of sirens draw closer, but they’re starting to sound far away to you.

“I-I tried to get away by using pepper spray. He still somehow… somehow caught up to me.” Your eyes slowly start to close, and Spiderman reaches forward and catches you as you fall backwards. “It’s okay, I’m here.” Your vision slowly turns dark, and the last thing you hear is,

“I’m here yn, it’s okay.”

Joshua clenches his jaw when you close your eyes, lifting you up from the ground once the police and ambulance arrives. He brushes away the strands of hair on your face, pressing on the wound to get it to stop bleeding as he brings you over towards the stretcher. He lays you down on it softly, before turning towards the EMTs.

“Hurry.” Joshua tells the EMT behind his mask, and the guy nods. Him and his team quickly bring you into the ambulance, before driving away. He then turns around and glances at the guy that attacked you, clenching his fist tightly at the sight of him. Before he does anything else to him, he shoots a web towards the building and swings away from the scene. 

“Oh my God! Yn! We heard what happened!”

“Spiderman SAVED YOU?!”

“Was he cute in person??” 

“You’re so lucky to have been saved by him!!” 

Irene slams her fist down on your desk, shutting up your classmates that were hounding you. You raise a hand to the healing wound on your head, feeling a slight throb coming on. Irene glares at each student that’s surrounding your desk.

“Yn literally almost fucking died, and you’re all asking her about Spiderman?” Irene asks harshly, and your classmates glance at each other. Joshua walks in, placing his backpack by his desk slowly as he watches it all unfold.

“Each and every single one of you needs to get your priorities straight! And fucking back up from yn’s desk, she’s still sensitive to loud noises and you’re all fucking crowding around her like dogs looking for fucking bacon.” Irene states, and your classmates back up from your desk, walking over to their own tables after muttering an apology. You let out a sigh of relief, and Irene rests a hand on your shoulder. 

“Thank you.” You tell her, giving her a small smile. She leans forward and presses a quick kiss to your forehead, before walking over to her desk. Joshua opens his backpack, pulling out the small squishmallow he bought for you, and heads over to your desk. 

He’s been unable to get the sound of you crying out in pain, as well as the visual of you fainting out of his mind since the incident. He somehow feels like it’s his fault for having not gotten to you sooner, and he’s been beating himself up for it for the past week.

hopefully she likes the squishmallow, Joshua thinks to himself as he stands in front of you, plushie being held behind his back.

You look up from your notes, and your eyes immediately widen at Joshua standing before you. He tentatively places the squishmallow onto your desk, and your demeanor softens. “I heard what happened last week, and I wanted to give you something to put a smile on your face. I’m really happy you’re okay.”

You let out a small smile, reaching out and grasping the small duck. You slowly wrap your arms around the tiny plushie, giving it a hug, and Joshua’s heart warms at the sight. You eye a healing bruise on his temple, and you bite the inside of your cheek to prevent yourself from asking what happened. Instead, you grin at him, “Thank you, Joshua. It means a lot to me.” He nods his head, watching as you place the squishmallow beside your pencil pouch. 

“I was wondering if uh, you wanted to come to my house after school? To work on our project?” You look back up at him, and his eyes quickly widen. “Unless you don’t want to, that’s perfectly okay too. I can actually do the whole project myself if you want. I’m sorry for asking, I should’ve been more considerate…” Joshua begins rambling and you raise your hand to your mouth as you begin to giggle at how cute he is. 

“I’ll come, but my dad will have to drive me there. I don’t walk around alone anymore.” You tell him, and he freezes at the fact that you said yes. He nods his head rather aggressively at your terms, and you fight back another giggle. 

“Of course! I’ll text you my address.” You give him a smile, as he pulls out his phone, typing down his address. You watch the way the sun hits his black hair, reflecting a pretty brown. His tongue is poking out of his lips in concentration as he makes sure his address is correct before sending it to you. You let out a content sigh, finally feeling a bit happy.

Ever since the incident, you feel constantly on edge. You knew that if it weren’t for Spiderman, you would’ve died. It’s terrifying to admit, and you’ve been having constant nightmares of what happened that you can’t properly sleep. This is the first time in a week that you’ve felt your heart rate increase, but not out of fear. It’s due to you talking to your crush.

hehe <333 joshua <33333

“Okay, I sent it. Let me know when you’re on your way!” You nod your head and he gives you a thumbs up before walking back towards his desk. You feel a pair of eyes on you, so you turn your head to see Irene wiggling her eyebrows. You glare, sticking out your tongue at her in response. 

“How cute! You’re going on a date with your crush!” She whisper-shouts, and you give her the thumbs down, turning away before your face can turn even more red out of embarrassment rather than being shy. 

All while Joshua watches from his desk, smiling softly at you raising your hands up to your cheeks in an attempt to stop the warmth from rising to your face. He chuckles quietly, shaking his head and turning back towards the front. 

“She’s so cute.” 

“I’ll text you when I’m done Dad, I love you.” You say as you exit the car, throwing your backpack over your shoulder. “Be safe! If you have a bad feeling just call me and I’ll come!” 

You close the door after nodding, and walk towards Joshua’s front door. You ring the doorbell, and you hear the sound of shuffling for a moment, before the door opens. It’s a lady probably in her early or late 40s, and she’s a spitting image of Joshua. 

“You must be yn! Joshua’s just up in the office room, it’s the first door on your left.” She tells you and you smile, slipping out of your sneakers. “Thank you auntie!” 

“Of course! Just let me know if you’re hungry and I’ll make you some food.” You give her a thumbs up before heading up the stairs. You look around at all the family portraits up on the walls, giggling at the sight of baby Joshua. “How cute!”

You walk into the office, placing your backpack down by the door. You glance around the room, not seeing Joshua anywhere. You raise an eyebrow, pulling out your phone to see if he texted you anything, but there’s nothing. 

“I guess I’ll use the bathroom before he comes back.” You mutter to yourself, walking out of the office and down the hall. You bite your cheek as you try to guess what may be the restroom until you reach the end of the hallway. You reach out and press on the door, only to realize that this is absolutely not the restroom due to the fact that there’s a bed and a guitar resting beside it. You’re about to turn back around when your eyes catch sight of something… large… on the ceiling.

You slowly look up, and you drop your phone onto the floor when you see who it is, catching the attention of Joshua. He lets out a screech and falls from the ceiling, landing on his feet as you stare at him with wide eyes. The two of you stand in silence for a moment, before you finally scream:

“What the FUCK?!?” 

“Oh SHIT!” 

“JOSHUA WHAT THE-”

“It’s not what it looks like!” 

“Joshua you were literally on your fucking ceiling wearing the Spiderman suit!” You scream, clutching your face with both your hands in shock. He presses the middle of his suit, causing it to loosen up and fall to his feet. “It is absolutely not what it looks like.”

“Looks like what? That you’re Spiderman!?” Joshua stares at you, raising a hand up and rubbing the back of his neck. He lets out a nervous chuckle, flashing you a grin while you continue to look at him, mouth agape.

“Yes.” You begin to feel lightheaded at the realization that Joshua Hong, the guy you’ve been crushing on for the past two years, is also your friendly neighborhood Spiderman. 

that explains why he always leaves class early!

wait. you glance at the bruise on his forehead, and your eyes widen at the memory of your assailant slamming his head onto Spiderman’s aka Joshua’s.

that means he saved-

“I think I’m going to…” Joshua zooms forward once he sees your eyes roll into the back of your head, wrapping his arms around your waist before you fall backwards and hurt your head again. He lets out a breath, before carrying you over to his bed and laying you down on it.

“Maybe she’ll think it was a weird dream.” He says to himself in an attempt to feel better.

it does not work.

Joshua quickly grabs his clothes, before sprinting into the bathroom to change out of his suit. 

You wake up with a start, immediately sitting up in the bed. You let out a small groan at the lingering throbbing in your head, raising your hand up and resting it softly on the healing wound. Joshua glances up at the sound of you waking up, and hurriedly prays that you don’t remember anything prior to passing out. 

You look over at Joshua, and you stare at him with a blank expression as he walks over. You point at him, and his eyes widen as you say, “You saved me the other day.” 

“Ah, so you do remember…” 

“That the guy I like is Spiderman? Oh hell yeah I do.” You tell him without a second thought, still in a dazed state from passing out. Only to freeze a moment later once the words you just uttered process in your brain. Joshua lets out a cheeky grin, and you place your head in your hands at how EMBARRASSING YOU ARE !!

“So…”

“No.”

“You like me…”

“I’m closing my eyes.” You say, laying back down on the bed and covering your eyes with your hands. You peek through your fingers after a moment to see him smiling happily down at you, to which you frown and sit back up. 

“You know!! This shouldn’t even be the topic of conversation right now because I just found out that you’re fucking Spiderman!! Shouldn’t you be more worried that I know your identity?” You ask in an attempt to change the topic. To which Joshua just shrugs, continuing to give you heart eyes. You squint at him, grabbing his pillow and throwing at his face, and he easily catches it, clutching it to his chest.

“I mean, probably.”

“Probably?!?!” Joshua leans closer to your face, and you lean back slightly from the close proximity. He tilts his head to the side, giving you a dangerous smile that makes your heart flip inside your chest. You wonder how he’s so bold, but what you don’t know is that he’s currently panicking inside.

joshua’s brain: she’s so pretty oh my god i’m going to go into cardiac arrest !! ohmygodohmygodohmygod look at the SPARKLE IN HER EYES hafjkwBGKJBWHGQBVAVNJEKRBGELBGE

“Do you want me to think that you’ll betray me, yn?” He asks in a sweet tone, but you know that he’s serious. You shake your head, and he leans back, standing at his full height once again. “I trust you, you wouldn’t tell anyone.”

“How can you be so sure? We’ve only spoken a few times.” You ask, and he grins. 

“Because I didn’t tell anyone about the time where you accidentally walked into the boys bathroom and only realized it wasn’t the girls restroom when you ran into me on your way out of the stall two years ago.” 

“I’m going to the restroom, I’ll meet you at class!” You tell Irene with a wave of your hand, before hurriedly rushing in the direction of the bathrooms. You feel as if your bladder is about to burst due to the five cups of banana milk you drank. 

Was it a mistake? You can’t tell yet. 

You finally see the doors to the restroom, pushing it and going straight to the stall. After locking the stall behind you, you finally relieve yourself. As you pull up your skirt, you’re now able to decide whether drinking five cups of banana milk was worth it.

10/10 it was absolutely worth it.

You hear the sound of the door opening, and you quickly flush the toilet. Zipping up your skirt, you unlock the stall and step out, only to be face to face with holy shit.

Your classmate, Joshua stares at you with wide eyes, as do you. His mouth slowly drops open, and you finally take a glance around the bathroom to see that there are fucking urinals. You turn back towards Joshua in horror, and he immediately places his hands over his eyes, apologizing right away.

“I’m so fucking sorry.”

“I should be the one sorry! I was in such a rush to pee that I fucking went into the boys restroom without looking at the sign!” You cry out, walking past him to wash your hands before heading out. You continue to ramble out multiple apologies as you dry your hands, and Joshua just repeatedly tells you how he’s sorry and that we all make mistakes. 

You’re about to rush out the restroom when Joshua hears the sound of someone about to pull open the door. He quickly grabs your hand, bringing you into the stall with him. You protest when he places his hands under your arms, lifting you up onto the toilet seat so that it doesn’t show that there’s two people in the stall. Your eyes are wide and you’re about to say something when you hear the door open, and you quickly shut your mouth. 

Joshua just places a finger over his lips, before turning back around and facing the stall door to wait for them to leave. You quickly cover your ears at the sound of the guy peeing in the urinal, and Joshua feels his face warm at the fact that you’re both hiding in a bathroom stall together as a guy relieves himself right outside the door. 

After the guy washes his hands and steps out of the bathroom, the two of you let out a sigh. Joshua unlocks the door, and you both step out. You place a hand over your heart, feeling it beat wildly fast. You glance up at Joshua, to see him let out a chuckle. You feel yourself begin to giggle too at how ridiculous this has been. Once the two of you calm down, you turn to him and give him a smile. 

“Thank you, I’ll make sure to read the signs properly from now on.” Joshua laughs, shaking his head at you. “It’s okay yn, sometimes we just gotta go.” 

You giggle, turning and preparing to walk out of the bathroom, before glancing back at him. “Please don’t tell anyone about this though.”

To which Joshua just smiles at you, holding up his pinky. 

“I pinky promise.”

“Valid point.” You mutter, rubbing the back of your neck at one of your most embarrassing high school memories. It just so happened to also be the start of your raging crush on Joshua, considering how kind he was with the unfortunate occurrence. Still unfortunate nonetheless though. You look up at the handsome man, finding him waiting for your final answer. Letting out a sigh, you say, “Alright. Deal.”

Joshua smiles at you, holding out his pinky. “Pinky promise?” 

You stare at it for a moment, remembering the time he did the same thing in the bathroom two years ago. You wrap your pinky around his after a second of reminiscing, “Pinky promise.”

Joshua unexpectedly wraps his hand around your wrist once the two of you let go, pulling you up off the bed and he stares down into your wide eyes. He watches as you quickly try to avoid eye contact with him due to the close proximity between you two for the second time today, and he lets out a cheeky smile. 

“So… you like me, huh?” You scoff, pushing him away and he lets out a laugh. You step towards the door, before turning around and looking at him. He stares at you with those catlike eyes, always sparkling as he looks at you.

“We’re supposed to work on our project, Spidey.” He rolls his eyes at the term, following after you out the door. 

“I think we can work on the powerpoint as we talk about me taking you out on a date?” You freeze, slowly turning back and looking at Joshua, who is smiling happily at you.

“Did you just?”

“I did just.”

“Bruh moment.”

“Is that a yes?” Joshua asks, reaching out and grasping your wrist, pulling you closer to him. You stare up into his eyes, and you scrunch up your nose. “Perhaps…”

“Perhaps? I think you owe me~” You laugh, reaching your hand up and covering your mouth, to which Joshua chuckles back. He leans forward and rests his forehead on top of yours, and your eyes widen. 

“My God, you’re so bold.” 

“I’m literally about to pee my pants out of nervousness, but let’s pretend I didn’t say that for the sake of you thinking I’m a smooth man.” You giggle at his honesty, and his heart flutters at the endearing sound. You purse your lips, before grinning at him.

“I’ll say yes if we can travel the Spiderman way.” Joshua’s mouth drops open at the terms, leaning back and laughing heartily. He raises a hand to his head, still smiling at the fact that you’re giving him puppy dog eyes in an attempt to make him say yes. 

“Fine, we can travel the Spiderman way, but if you get sick that’s on you.” You nod your head, cupping your face with your hands to try and calm down the oncoming warmth to them, Joshua reaches out with his hands and turns you around, leading you towards the office. 

“You know, you faint a lot. What if you faint when we’re swinging from building to building?”

“I fainted once.” 

“Twice.”

“Same thing.”

“It is absolutely not the same thing.”

“Whatever, Spidey.”

“I’m only letting you call me that because of how cute you are.”

little did you know, you quite literally passed out in his arms when Joshua swung you two through the streets of Seoul. 

it made for a lot of teasing once you woke up.

[clumsyclifford]

lashton prompt: luke falling asleep on skype and ashton taking the opportunity to draw him, bonus if someone else finds the sketches before ashton shows them to luke

meghna this prompt is from almost a full calendar year ago. i am proud to report that after all this time i did in fact manage to set it in spideyverse because that’s how determined i am. more info in ao3 notes but it takes place in the summer before their senior year of high school, so after the events of everything else in spideyverse so far

read here on ao3

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Ashton will have to thank Maya later for the tip about the Fine Arts Room. He jimmies the door handle and, as promised, the door swings opens to reveal a darkened room full of half-finished projects. They must really take the decency of humanity on faith here. Anyone could come in at any time and sabotage any of this work.

Ashton has less nefarious plans.

He sits at his usual spot but doesn’t turn any lights on; the big windows shine just enough moonlight into the room that Ashton can see the silhouettes of the furniture, and his laptop will be on in a moment anyway. Careful of the scattered pages over his workspace, he opens his computer and loads up Skype. 

Just in time for an incoming call.

Ashton fumbles with his headphones and plugs them in with one hand while he accepts the call with the other. The screen fills with Luke’s brightly-lit, highly pixelated face. Chin in his hands, elbows propped on his desk, hair a ruffled mess (from the mask, Ashton knows) — the sight of him fills Ashton with warmth.

“Hey,” Luke says, smiling his usual cheeky smile. They’ve been texting sporadically, but seeing Luke’s face — hearing his voice — gives Ashton a fluttery feeling behind his sternum. Calum would call that anatomically impossible, but he’d do it with a smirk. “I can barely see you.”

“I’m sitting in the dark,” Ashton explains. His voice is a hushed whisper even though he knows it’s absurd to be paranoid. They’re supposed to be confined to their bunks by now, and the staff and counselors will all be asleep. The only reason he and Luke are calling now, past midnight, is because now is the only time they’re both available. “I’m in the Fine Arts Room.”

“Ooh, can I see?”

“I don’t want to turn on the lights,” Ashton says. “There are windows and stuff.”

“Are you not supposed to be there?” Luke raises an eyebrow and grins. “Ooh, is Ashton Irwin sneaking around?”

“Well, if we weren’t calling at the middle of the night, I wouldn’t have to.”

“Don’t they lock the buildings?” Luke suddenly looks concerned.

Ashton shrugs. “Maya told me that if I jiggle the handle, the door will open. She was right.”

“Go Maya,” Luke says. “I like Maya. Who’s Maya?”

“My new friend,” says Ashton. “She mostly paints. We’ve got a challenge going on about whether she’s better at drawing or I’m better at painting, since neither of us really use those mediums. Hannah — one of the other campers — is going to find something for us to both paint slash draw and then there’ll be an unofficial panel of judges. It’s pretty stupid.”

“You’re smiling a lot,” Luke says, and Ashton realizes he is. “Doesn’t sound stupid to me. You think you’re gonna win?”

“No,” Ashton says honestly. “I’m pretty awful at painting.”

“I’m sure you’re better than you think. How hard can it be?”

“That’s very rich coming from you, Mr. I-Can’t-Draw-A-House.”

“Hey, fuck off! I can draw a house, thank you very much.” Luke looks down at his desk and his focus shifts, and Ashton watches in bemused patience. As he waits, he draws a blank piece of paper towards him and grabs the nearest pencil lying around. His hands move almost unconsciously, drawing lines and curves and sketching the outline of something Ashton hasn’t quite decided on yet. Luke finally lifts his head up. “Here, see?” He holds up a piece of paper to the camera, where he’s drawn a box with an isosceles triangle on top for the roof, complete with a little chimney sticking out. “House,” Luke proudly declares. “Boom. Get fucked, Irwin.”

“I stand corrected,” Ashton chuckles. He hums. “They’ll probably just find us equally talented because painting is different from drawing and blah blah blah artsy hipster bullshit.”

“Stop dismissing the artsy hipster bullshit,” Luke says stubbornly. “I’ll have you know my boyfriend deals exclusively in artsy hipster bullshit.”

“You think my drawings are artsy hipster bullshit?”

“No, babe, I think you are artsy hipster bullshit.” Luke grins widely and then gets cut off by a yawn. Ashton bites back a very cheesy comment about how Luke should web himself up for being criminally cute.

“You know what, I’m gonna let you have that one,” he says instead. “Since I am at an artsy hipster bullshit summer camp.”

“I miss you.” Luke pouts. It’s a funny look on him. Ashton tries to imagine Spiderman pouting and completely fails. Sometimes it’s hard for him to reconcile Luke and Spiderman being the same person. That this adorable six-foot-and-change beanstalk who yawns on Skype is the same person who can do a double-backflip and land on his feet on the rooftop of any building. Ashton’s boyfriend stops crimes. What the fuck.

“I miss you too,” he says. “You seem tired.”

“I’m not tired.” Instant karma is a bitch. Luke immediately yawns again, this time much wider. “Okay, I’m a little tired,” he admits, smacking his lips like a child. “Summer break is deceptively boring. I…I run out of things to do all day, so I just kinda…keep patrolling. I might be wearing myself out.”

“Jesus, Luke, take it easy on yourself. Queens goes the entire school day without Spiderman’s protection during the school year. You can handle a break.”

“Yeah, but I might as well patrol,” Luke counters. “I have the time, and it’s not like I’m doing anything else.”

“I thought you and Michael were working on new specs for the suit.”

“It’s mostly Michael. Also, I think he’s kind of annoyed about the whole 24/7 patrol. He can’t work on the suit if I’m wearing it.”

“That is true.”

“But he’s been spending a lot of his time with Calum, anyway,” Luke says coolly. “So I figure he’s probably got other priorities.”

“Well, if you keep blowing him off to obsessively patrol the city, I can’t possibly imagine why he’s making other plans.” 

Luke stares through the camera. His shoulders slump. “Maybe. I hadn’t thought of that.”

“That’s why I’m here,” Ashton chirps.

Luke sighs deeply. “You’re not here, Ash.”

Ashton purses his lips and frowns. “That’s not what I meant.”

“I know, but I’m just saying. I miss you. I wish you were here.”

“Yeah,” Ashton says. He misses Luke too, more than is probably healthy. That’s what he gets, he supposes, for only having a handful of close relationships; Luke and Calum are his whole life, and not being able to hug either one of them for even a week has been pretty challenging. “But look, it’s only another week, and then I am all yours, I swear.”

“Don’t enable me,” Luke says, affronted. “You’re supposed to say things like… ‘You don’t own me’ and ‘I’m my own person’ and stuff like that.”

Ashton blinks, confused. “Uh…well, yeah, but we both already know that. I’m just saying I miss you too. But if it’s any consolation, Maya has ruthlessly mocked me for all the drawings I do of you. Like mercilessly. It’s actually kind of embarrassing.”

“That is super embarrassing,” Luke says, with a small, bashful smile. “You’re so fucking lame, Ashton.”

“Wow,” Ashton says. “You even sound like her.”

Luke giggles, which turns seamlessly into a yawn. “Hey, I came first. Maya sounds like me.”

“Luke, babe, just go to sleep,” Ashton says. “We can talk another night. Maybe one where you’re more well-rested.”

“I’m super rested,” Luke says in a monotone. “King of restedness, me.”

“Wow, I’m suddenly convinced.” Luke makes a half-hearted face at him and Ashton makes one back. The sketch under Ashton’s pencil has revealed itself to be Luke, yet again. Shocker. It really is embarrassing that Ashton defaults to drawing his boyfriend. If they ever break up, Ashton will be fucked.

“Are you drawing?” Trust Luke to notice. Although the fact that it’s taken him this long to notice means he must be slower on the uptake than usual. 

“Yeah,” Ashton says, because when is he not. 

“Drawing what?”

“Guess,” Ashton says dryly.

Luke gives a sleepy smile. “At least you’re predictable.”

“Luke, I’m begging you to get some sleep. We’ll talk tomorrow or this weekend or something, okay?”

Luke yawns yet again. “Okay,” he agrees, right hand propping up his head. His eyes flutter shut and then open again. “Okay, fine.”

“And please let Michael look at your suit,” Ashton adds. “You know he’s only going to make it better.”

“I know, I know, I just…” Luke’s eyes fall shut again. It seems more out of tiredness than distress. “If I give it to him, then I can’t use it.”

Ashton’s pretty sure if Luke’s hero complex gets any bigger he’s going to have to start renting out rooms. “It’ll be two days, tops,” he says. “Take two days off.”

“I wanna wait ‘til you’re back,” Luke mumbles. “Spend ‘em with you.”

“You spend most of your time with me,” Ashton says gently. “Spend them with Michael. Hell, spend them with Cal.”

“But I want…” Luke yawns. He lists sideways a little. “I want you.”

Ashton chews his lip. “I’ll be back before you know it,” he says. “You won’t be able to get rid of me.”

Luke hums absently. “‘Kay, g’night,” he slurs, but makes no gesture to hang up the call. He probably expects Ashton to end it. If Luke is as asleep as he looks right now, Ashton kind of has to.

The graphite on the sketch paper is smudging a little. Ashton glances down at the half-assed likeness of his boyfriend and has an idea.

Quietly, he grabs another blank page, moves his laptop back a little, and starts to draw.

-

They’re up bright and early the next day, and after breakfast Ashton follows a decidedly more lively Maya into the Fine Arts Room, where she takes her place diagonally from him at their table. They’re both mid-project; Ashton stacks and sets aside his scratch papers and pulls forth the drawing he’s currently working on.

“So? You talked to Luke?”

Ashton blinks and looks up at Maya. “Yeah,” he says. “Thanks for the tip, I meant to say.”

“Hey, don’t thank me, thank Cupid,” Maya says airily. “I’m on the side of love, baby.”

Ashton snorts and rolls his eyes. “Let Cupid know I say thanks.”

Maya hums. “Cupid says you’re welcome.”

They’re quiet while Maya gets herself set up — she has to put all her acrylics back every evening only to set them back out every morning, another reason Ashton prefers pencils over paints — and Ashton picks up his pencil and starts to draw. 

“Is this yours?” Maya asks, peering at Ashton’s discarded stack of sketches.

“Yeah,” Ashton says without looking. “Just sketches and stuff.”

“Wait, this is so cute.” She’s leaning over the drawing on the top. Ashton glances up.

It’s Luke from last night, soundly asleep over Skype.

Ashton had ended the call after about ten minutes of silence, enough time to get the rough outlines of all the important shapes. The video quality wouldn’t have lent itself to a good sketch anyway if Ashton had been chasing authenticity, but fortunately he knows Luke’s face well enough — both from drawing it and gazing at it in real life — to pretend the call had had a crystal-clear picture. None of it is colored in, but it’s as obviously Luke as all of Ashton’s other drawings. Somehow, though, this one feels more personal.

“Did you draw this last night?”

“Uh,” Ashton says, reaching for the drawing. He shuffles it between several other papers so an innocuous collection of doodles is now at the top of the stack, and Maya clicks her tongue in disapproval.

“Hey, I was looking at that. It was cute.”

“Yeah, it’s— it’s just nothing.”

“It’s not nothing, it’s adorable,” Maya says. She fixes him with puppy-dog eyes. “Pleeeease can I see it? I won’t show anyone. I’m studying so I can kick your ass in our competition.”

Ashton sighs. “It’s just Luke. You’ve seen millions of drawings of him.”

“But those were obviously from memory,” Maya points out, taking his non-answer as an affirmative and sifting through the stack. Ashton doesn’t bother trying to stop her. It’s not like he has anything to hide — or at least not anything Maya could figure out by looking at the drawing.

And in her defense, Luke does look cute as fuck in the drawing, because he’d looked cute as fuck in real life.

“For all you know, this one is also from memory.”

“You drew the screen, Ash, it’s clearly from last night.”

“Well,” Ashton says diplomatically. Then he abandons diplomacy, because Maya has located the drawing and is grinning and aww-ing. “Well do you blame me? He fell asleep on our call. It was adorable.”

Maya giggles. “You guys are so fucking cute,” she says. “Y’know, most people would be insulted if their boyfriend fell asleep on a video call with them.”

“He’s been really busy lately,” Ashton says. “And it was the end of the call anyway.”

“One day, I will have someone to draw me when I fall asleep on our Skype calls,” Maya says wistfully. “I’m putting the vibes out into the universe so it’ll happen soon.”

“Maybe you’ll be the one drawing them,” Ashton points out. 

Maya finally sets down the Luke drawing. She dips her brush in red paint, clearly intending to put it into her work, but at Ashton’s words instead brandishes it threateningly at him. “I won’t be drawing anyone, buddy.”

Ashton laughs. “But you’d date someone who drew instead of painted?”

“At this point?” Maya sighs theatrically. “I’d date just about anyone who did anything.”

Ashton laughs again. They work quietly for a few minutes. Ashton starts shading.

“Why do you only ever draw Luke?” Maya asks. “You said you’ve been together for less than a year. Who were you drawing before then?”

Ashton shrugs. “Uh, anyone, really,” he says. “People. There are a lot of pretty interesting people at my school, and besides, I’m from the city.”

Maya snorts derisively. “You’re from Queens.”

“Queens is in the city.”

Another derisive snort. “Queens is in the city the same way using ink stamps is painting.”

“That’s not even a little bit the same thing, at all.”

“You’re not a city boy.”

“I am literally a city boy!” Maya waves him off, but Ashton ignores her. She’s from Massachusetts. She has no leg to stand on. “My point is that there are lot of interesting people near where I live, too.”

“You didn’t ever, I don’t know, draw your friends? Calum, didn’t you say he’s your best friend from home?”

“Ah, yeah,” Ashton says. “Calum. Didn’t like when I drew him.”

“What, seriously? Why not?”

“I don’t know,” Ashton says, and it’s true. “He just asked me to stop drawing him one day so I did.” He hesitates. “...Mostly. Sometimes I still do. But if you knew Calum you’d understand why. He’s extremely good-looking.”

“Of course he is,” Maya says. “Any chance he’s single and/or interested in women from several states away?”

“No to both questions,” Ashton says sympathetically. “But good try.”

“Yeah, I figured,” Maya says good-naturedly, and they lapse into silence again.

It’s broken by Maya, again. “Do you show Luke the drawings you do of him?”

That’s a complicated question. No, Ashton doesn’t actively show his drawings to Luke, but Luke usually sees them anyway. Some of them are more private; Ashton keeps the one of Luke in the Spiderman suit sans mask folded up in the bottom of his socks drawer where he’s pretty certain no one ever looks. There doesn’t seem to be a point to showing it to Luke now, so long after he’d actually done it. But for the most part he’s not hiding his art from Luke; Luke sees what he sees, notwithstanding Ashton’s intention.

“Sometimes,” Ashton says.

Maya nods at the drawing of Luke asleep on Skype. “You gonna show him that one?”

“Uh, probably not.”

“What, why? It’s so cute.”

“I don’t know, maybe because it makes me seem like a ridiculous lovesick borderline creepy idiot?”

“Guys love that,” Maya assures him. “Or so I’m told. C’mon, why hold out on him when he already knows you’re basically obsessed with drawing him?” She taps the drawing. “And when he looks this adorable?”

Ashton breathes a laugh. “You have a point.”

“I always do,” Maya says, and she flips her hair dramatically.

Maybe Michael would let Ashton draw him. That would be a nice change from always drawing Luke and never drawing Calum. Maybe Ashton could just do it and then ask Michael what he thinks. It would be nice to have new muses. Ashton has spent a lot of time on Luke; maybe it’s about time he branched out again.

“Hey,” Ashton says, struck with inspiration as he watches Maya make brushstrokes across her paper. “Can I draw you?”

“Hell yeah, go for it,” Maya says. “I’m not sitting still for you, though.”

“I’ll live,” Ashton says dryly. Maya grins and laughs. A fresh page before Ashton and a new pencil in his hand, he studies Maya’s profile carefully and then brings his pencil to the page.

-

“Did you break into the Fine Arts Room again?”

“I don’t think it’s breaking in if it’s technically unlocked,” Ashton points out.

Luke squints but evidently fails to argue with this logic. “How’s artsy hipster bullshit camp?”

“Really good,” Ashton says, cracking his knuckles. His parents have told him repeatedly that doing so will give him arthritis, but Ashton suspects that’s more of a scare tactic than a fact. At this point he doubts even rehab could get him to stop. It’s the only thing Ashton can think to do with his hands when he’s not drawing. “By the way, remember the other day when you fell asleep on our call?”

I fell asleep at the end of our call,” Luke corrects him. “We were done talking.”

“Okay, weirdo,” Ashton says, shaking his head. “Well, anyway, Maya convinced me that I should show you this because maybe you’d think it was cute, or something.” He holds up the drawing of Luke.

Luke leans closer to the camera. Anyone else might have trouble discerning what’s on the page given how dim it is around Ashton, but not Luke. Luke has super-senses. His visual acuity is, like, a thousand. (Rough estimate.)

So when Luke’s face splits into a grin, Ashton knows he’s seen exactly what’s there. “Oh my fucking God, you sap,” he says. “I thought you just hung up straightaway.” 

“Nope,” Ashton says. “I’m just saving moments. One day I’ll have enough for a flip book.”

Luke’s expression goes all mushy and heart-eyed. “You’re unbelievable,” he says, fond and endeared. “I can’t believe you’re not bored of my dumb face yet.”

“Are you kidding? Have you seen your dumb face?” Ashton laughs. “It’s impossible to be bored of it.”

“Ashton,” Luke says, his eyes crinkling so much that the blue all but disappears. “I love you.”

And everything makes sense.

“I love you too,” Ashton says, struck by the realization that he does. The drawings, the midnight Skype calls, the death-defying trips around the city with only his faith in Luke to keep them afloat, the fluttery feeling — all of the colors lock into place, and Ashton can see the rainbow clear as day in front of him. He’s never been in love; of course he couldn’t tell. But there’s nothing else it could be.

“Oh, good,” Luke says timidly. “I was a little worried you wouldn’t say it back.”

Ashton glances from the drawing in his hand to the look on Luke’s face on the screen, and he cracks a crooked smile. “Then you, superhero, have not been paying attention.”

[parkersbliss]

High Up There | T. Holland

Paring: Tom Holland X Female Reader

Warnings: Language

@dylanstilinskiposts requested: LISTEN I am obSESSED with interviews w Tom x reader so please do one where it’s Tom and reader on Ellen’s game of games and they’re doing the one where a persons in the air on a harness and their partner is like “_ can name 5 cities!” Or somethin like that y/n is in the air and Tom on the ground and they’re bickering the whole time like when KBell and Dax did it please I’m BEGGING

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"Welcome to Ellen's game of games!" Ellen announces. "Today we are playing you bet your girlfriend with Tom Holland and (Y/N) (L/N) against Natalia Dyer and Charlie Heaton!"

Tom's hand is around your waist, pulling you close as you all wave at the camera. He presses a soft kiss to your cheek, causing you to blush and scrunch up your nose. Ellen goes on about the rules of the game and turns toward the couples.

"The way this game works is both Natalia and (Y/N) will be strapped into these two harnesses, blindfolded, they will be suspended above this mattress." She motions to the setup where both you and Natalia were currently strapped into, "Tom and Charlie will stand behind the podiums and I will announce a category, like cereal. Tom will say, 'I bet my girlfriend can name six brands of cereal. Charlie can either challenge or bet higher. They have thirty seconds to complete the bet. If she can't, she will drop and if she can, the other person drops. The first one to hit the mattress loses, Are we ready?"

Everyone nods their heads and Ellen pushes a button, causing you to be lifted out of Tom's arms as he slips your mask over your eyes.

"Good luck, darlin' don't lose this for me," Tom winks.

"I won't lose if you don't bet like you do at pubs."

Tom places a hand over his heart while walking to stand behind the podium, "And here I thought we were a team."

"Your first category is boy bands!" Ellen said.

"I bet my girlfriend can name eight boy bands!" Tom said.

"What?" You shriek. "Eight? I can barely name three!"

Tom shrugs from his place on the ground, "Oh well, guess you'll drop."

"TOM!"

Charlie chuckles, "I challenge."

Natalia groans from her stop beside you, "You're kidding me!"

"You have thirty seconds, go!"

"Wait, what? No, no oh my gosh," You panic.

"C'mon babe!"

"Jonas brothers, the Beatles, shoot, oh big time rush, crap does one direction count?"

"They just made a comeback!" Tom shouts from below.

"Backstreet Boys! Five seconds of summer, Tom help me!"

There's a terminal beep that goes off signaling the end of your time.

"Unfortunately, I have to drop you now," Ellen said, a smile evident.

"Oh no, oh no, oh no!" You cry, curling yourself into a small ball.

"Are you ready?"

"NO!"

"She means yes," Tom interjects.

"I do not!"

"I have to drop you."

"Yeah, yeah okay," You agree, bracing yourself.

"I'm right here, love!" Tom calls out, laughing at your state.

"This is your fau-" You don't get to finish your sentence as you begin to fall, you scream, feeling your stomach drop when the harness tugs you back into a resting position.

The crowd interrupts into laughter and you cross your arms, "not funny."

"Our next category is Netflix shows!"

Charlie immediately buzzes in, "I bet my girlfriend can name eight Netflix shows!"

"I bet mine can name nine!"

"Thomas Stanely Holland I am going to kill you!"

Tom chuckles, "Sure love, we'll see about that."

"Let's see it," Charlie smirks.

Natalia groans from next to you, "This is so unfair! Okay let's see," She begins listing show, starting with her own. "To all the boys?"

"That's a movie!"

"Wait no!"

The timer beeps and Natalia drops, you're not sure how much but you hope she's on your level.

"Moving on, types of dance!"

"Any hints, darling?" Tom asks. You give him six fingers.

"Eight?" he jokes.

"Tom!" You warn.

"Okay, okay, I bet my girlfriend can name eight types of dances."

"You div!" You shout at him. Eight. This bastard.

"I love you!"

"I hate you!"

Tom pouts, but obviously, you can't see it.

"I'll challenge," Charlie decides.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes," Tom answers for you.

"Oh boy, ok. Ballet, Jazz, contemporary, hip- hop, ballroom, musical theatre, salsa and uh," You curse under your breath.

"One more!"

"Tom shut up!"

"I did it all the time when I was little!"

"Tap!"

The crowd cheers as you take a deep breath, knowing you'd be safe. Natalia drops again, Charlie stutters a sorry through his laughter. Natalia scowls him. She only had one drop left while you had about two or three.

Ellen pulls out the next card, "Disney princesses!"

"I bet my girlfriend can name six Disney princesses!" Charlie said.

Tom smirks, "I bet my girlfriend can name seven!"

"Eight!"

"Nine!"

"Alright, let's go," Charlie challenges, clapping his hands together. "You got this Natalia!"

Natalia groans, "No, I don't! Good going!"

Charlie winces but gives her a thumbs up even if she can't see it. Making Tom laugh.

"Ready?"

"Yeah, I think so. Okay, um, Ariel, Belle, Aurora.. shoot, Rapunzel, Cinderella?"

The crowd cheers Natalia on, making her laugh nervously.

"Three more!" Charlie encourages.

"Ahh, uh, Jasmine, Anna and uh, the one who sails! What's her name, oh Moana!" The Timer cuts Natalia off right as she says Moana.

"That was nine! Alright, that means you're being dropped, (Y/N)."

"No, no, no, no!"

Tom laughs, "scared?"

"You'd be too if you were strapped into a harness blindfolded!"

"Love, you forget, I'm Spiderman."

"Whatever, listen when I get out of this harness I am goi-" Tom gives the signal to just drop you and cut off your rambling. You shriek as you drop, feeling your heart pound. God, how you missed the ground at this moment. You were so going to murder Tom after this.

Ellen pulls out the final card, "Makeup products!"

"I bet my girlfriend can name nine products!" Tom shouted. You felt pretty confident with that. Nine was probably your morning routine.

"Ten!" Charlie bets.

"Eleven!"

"Twelve!"

"Charlie!" Natalia screams.

"Thirteen!" Tom said, grinning.

"Challenge accepted," Charlie agrees.

"Are we ready?"

"Uh-huh," You said, running through all the products in your mind.

"GO!"

"Foundation, concealer, eye shadow, baking powder, blush, highlighter, bronzer, mascara, eyebrow gel..." You trail off, racking your brain for more products.

"Lipstick, Lipliner..."

"Two more, darlin'" Tom said, hands clasped tightly together.

"Brow pencil and false lashes!"

Tom cheers, "Yes! You did it!"

You take a deep breath, laughing at your boyfriend's excitement. You could imagine the shit-eating grin he was wearing right now. Ellen drops Natalia, a soft thud signaling she hit the mat.

"Tom and (Y/N) win! You may take off your blindfolds!"

Natalia rips hers off, sitting on the edge of the mat as Charlie comes to her side. You slide yours up to rest on your forehead.

Tom runs to stand at the edge of the mat, "You did it!"

You roll your eyes, "you're in for it when I get down."

"I can drop you now," Ellen offers.

You laugh nerveously, but nod your head knowing Tom would be right by your side when you fall. Ellen pulls the lever and you feel yourself scream for a second, eyes screwed shut as you collapse onto the matt. Tom immediately runs to your side, scooping you out of the harness. He places you gently on the ground and you cross your arms, glaring at him.

"Oh C'mon baby," He said.

"You're the worse," You said, arms still crossed. Tom chuckles pulling you into his chest, "Mm but you love me."

He places a gentle kiss to your forehead, and you (begrudgingly) wrap your arms around his torso and pull him a bit closer. You look up at him and press a soft kiss to his lips. Tom grins, "See? You love me."

"Don't push it Holland."

Tom puts his arms up in surrender.

"Wouldn't want one of your Spidey stunts to go wrong," You wink.

Tom's jaw drops as he looks into the audience, "Do you see what I have to deal with?"

"I said don't push it!"

"I love her though!" He quickly says, the audience laughs as you and Tom both interlock hands and run off stage.

"One of these days Holland I will really murder you," You smile.

"Just not today," He concludes, kissing you again.

Tagged: @honeybittersweet

[iliumheightnights]

We Have a jedi [11] |Peter Parker x Male!Stark Reader

Fandom: Star Wars and Marvel

Pairing: Tony Stark x Son Reader, Peter Parker x Male Reader

Summary: (M/N) returns to earth. His return reveals secrets and he meets a someone new.

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The lights of New York always made the city shine, even if parts of it weren’t the brightest. The sounds of cars honking and traffic were like music to his ears. He was dragged away from the flashing lights and traffic by the sound of a hiss. He turned and looked at Sheyo in his arms, she was gritting her teeth. “It hurts. Can we get to a medic?” (M/N) nodded and helped her up. “Don’t worry I’ll get you some help.” (M/N) quickly put the space stone into his pocket and wrapped her arm around his shoulder and lifted her up. “If it starts to hurt too much let me know, I’ll carry you.” Sheyo laughed. “You carry me? You can barely carry a field crate without help from the force!” (M/N) only rolled his eyes at her, but still stifled his own laughter. Carrying her out of the alley they had arrived in, Sheyo finally got to see what earth looked like. “Where are we?” The two continued to walk down the sidewalk, passerby’s giving their own glances and glares at the two of them for what they were wearing and at Sheyo especially. “Terra. But they call it earth. I’ve been here once before.” He stopped talking for a bit but decided to continue. “Sheyo...you know how I’ve been kind of distant lately? Well, you’re going to find out why here. I just ask that you keep an open mind.” She looked at him strange but smiled. “(M/N), You know I’ve always had an open mind. I’m sure whatever it is we can handle it.”

As they made their way through the city, they ended up seeing a large crowd. “Hey look, there’s a giant ball on top of that building.” Looking up (M/N) saw it, on top of a building was a ball on a pole, the words happy new year not lit up below it. So it had been not just a year...but two that he had been away. He didn’t realize he was gone for so long. Only now did he realize that the air was chilly. “That’s how they celebrate a new year here. Come on we gotta get you patched up.”

After passing the crowd, the two were getting closer to avengers tower. (M/N) was getting antsy, he of course wanted to get Sheyo to a medic...but he wanted to see his dad. He missed him. It wasn’t long before he felt a disturbance in the force. “We’re being followed.” Sheyo whispered to him. “I felt it too.” Two figures were walking in front of them and (M/N) could tell they were trouble. Not seeing any other option, he turned into an alleyway. “Stay behind me.” He set Sheyo on a trashcan, better to keep her off her leg. “Look who we have here fellas, got some people playing dress up...and a freak.” (M/N) could feel his anger building up. “We want no trouble. Leave...and don’t get hurt.” The men laughed. “Leave and don’t get hurt! Oh boy I’m so scared.”

“He told you to leave.” That wasn’t Sheyo’s voice. (M/N) looked up and saw a person dressed in red and blue hanging onto the wall. “I think you should listen to him.” The men sneered at him. “And who are you?” The boy looked shocked. “I’m spiderman!” Even (M/N) looked at him strangely. Really spiderman? “Whatever. I wanna look at the freak.” One of the men walked forward and put a hand on (M/N)’s shoulder trying to push past him. In an instant, he ignited his lightsaber and cut the man’s arm off. “AAAAHHHH!” The man laid on the ground in pain. “Holy shit! You took off his arm!” The boy yelled from the wall. (M/N) turned back to the man on the ground and pointed his saber at him. “Leave.” The men didn’t need to be told twice, they all scattered. (M/N) let out a sigh and returned to Sheyo. “Are you okay?” Sheyo laughed. “I am, don’t think the man is.” (M/N) could tell the boy was still there. “Thank you for trying to help at least. Are you an avenger?” He turned back to the boy who was now on the ground. “Who me? Uh no, not yet at least. I’m Pet-erg spiderman. I’m spiderman.” (M/N) laughed. “You said that already...also might wanna practice that some more. Don’t want your actual name to slip out, Peter.” Peter rubbed the back of his head. “Yeah...so are those lightsabers? Like from star wars?” (M/N) sighed, of course here comes that again. “Yes these are lightsabers, yes we’re jedi, no the events of star wars are still just fiction to you.” Peter nodded. “Ooohhh. Okay.” He started jumping with excitement. “But that still means star wars still exists and so does the force and all that.” Sheyo leaned over to (M/N). “Star wars?” (M/N) only said he’d tell her later and placed his hand on Peter’s shoulders to steady the boy. “Peter, calm down. Can you help me get my friend to Avengers tower? I need to get my friend to a medic.” Peter looked over at Sheyo who was waving at him. “Oh...oh of course!” The two boys helped carry Sheyo to the tower. “I still can’t believe star wars is somewhat real.”

Avengers tower, previously Stark tower, was always a sight for (M/N)’s eyes. He didn’t get to spend a lot of time in it, but it had become home to him. “I’ve never been this close before. I usually don’t have a reason to be.” (M/N) looked over at Peter who was in awe...at least he thought he was. It was hard to tell with his makeshift mask. “So why did you want to come here instead of a hospital? I’m not sure they’ll let you in.” (M/N) let out a huffed laugh. “They’ll let me in. If they don’t I won’t let them live it down.” With that he pulled the three of them into the building.

The lobby of the tower hadn’t changed that much since the last time he was there. There were some new couches and monitors set up and the receptionist was different. Speaking of the receptionist, she had looked up as the three of them walked past. “Um...excuse me. I need to see your id!” (M/N) ignored her as he kept walking, he could tell security was following them. “Jarvis. I’m back and need to get to the labs. These two are with me.” The guards had just stopped them as Jarvis’ voice came through. “(M/N)! You have been missed. Your father will be so happy to see you. Do you want me to alert him to your arrival?”  “No thank you Jarvis. I’ll find him myself. Can you tell these fine gentlemen to please move?” Jarvis did so and the three moved to the elevator. “If I may ask sir...where have you been?” (M/N) sighed. “A long story.” Sheyo looked at him. “Father? (M/N) what’s going on?” He hadn’t even realized that he had talked about his father in front of Sheyo. Hopefully she’d be understanding. “I thought you said you had an open mind?” She glared at him. “I do. Could have at least told me so I didn’t show up all messed up.” He smirked at her. “Next time Sheyo, baby steps.” She chuckled.

The elevator door opened and the three were on the move again. The labs were new. While Tony had labs before, these were newly upgraded ones...and they were nice. They passed through a pair of doors and entered a lab where they were greeted by a certain scientist in a purple shirt. “Bruce.” Bruce looked up at his name and was shocked by what he saw. “(M/N)! You’re back!” He got up and embraced the boy who hugged back. “It’s good to see you too Bruce. My friend, I think her legs broke, can you take a look?” He nodded and looked at Sheyo. “I..I can take a look.” Sheyo smiled at him. “Yes I’m green. I’m a Mirialan, nice to meet you.” (M/N) laughed. “Don’t worry Sheyo, he’s green too.” (M/N) helped get Sheyo on the table. “I’m going to find my dad. Peter, can you stay with Sheyo and Bruce until I get back?” The boy nodded. “I can wait...I’m with Bruce Banner, and jedi...in avengers tower.” (M/N) shook his head and smiled. “Yes, you are. I’ll be right back.” (M/N) was about to exit the lab before Bruce stopped him. “Oh he’s not here right now. He’s at a new years party with the other avengers. I’m not there since...you know, I don’t like parties.” (M/N) was a little disappointed hearing that. “Oh. That makes sense. Well...I’m not going anywhere so I can wait.” Peter looked at him. “Your dad’s an avenger?” (M/N) looked at him. “My dad’s Iron man.” Peter started fidgeting excitedly. “Oh my god! You’re Tony Stark’s son!? Does he even have a son?!” (M/N) shrugged his shoulders. “Kind of.” Bruce faked a cough. “Um, (M/N) if you want...your dad actually set something up if you ever came back. I can have Jarvis lead you there.” (M/N) nodded, he had time to kill anyway. “I guess I’ll take a look. Take care of my friend Bruce.” Bruce nodded and continued his work with Sheyo. (M/N) left leaving Peter with them. “Alright Jarvis, tell me where to go.”

The elevator opened on the living area floor. This had changed dramatically since the last time too. From the looks of it, the rest of the avengers had moved into the tower. It reminded (M/N) of being back in the jedi temple, everyone living together. “So...what exactly am I looking for J?” He stood in the middle of the living room. “The hallway to your right, the last door on the left.” Walking to where Jarvis instructed, he opened the door and entered. The room was a good size and space themed. There were books and posters. A tv and game consoles. “Jarvis what is this?” He already knew the answer. “This is your room sir. Mr.Stark wanted to give you your own space for when you returned.” “When?” “Yes sir, when. Mr.Stark always believed that you would come back. You being here proves he was right.” (M/N) laughed softly at that and sat on the bed. “Yeah...I guess you’re right.”

From outside the windows (M/N) could see people celebrating and partying, even from high up. He wasn’t on earth long enough to experience or see any sort of holiday or celebrations like this. He wondered if maybe one day he’d get to experience one properly. Clint had told him about one called Christmas that sounded nice to (M/N), seemed sort of like life day. There was a knock on the door and Peter popped in, but he was looking a little different. “Hey, you took your mask off.” Peter stood frozen and then realized he had. “Oh, oh yeah. I figured since you already knew my name and that you’re pretty much an avenger that I could trust you.” He stepped inside the room and looked around. “Nice digs. You really got set up here.” (M/N) smirked as he looked around with Peter. “I wouldn’t know. I have NO clue what most of these are.” Peter smiled at him. “I can help you out sometime if you want.” (M/N) smiled at him too. “I’d like that. So, did you need me for something?” Peter shook his head as he remembered. “Oh yeah. Doctor Banner asked for you to return to the lab. Something about not spending your first new years alone.” (M/N) smiled and stood up from his bed. “That sounds pretty nice.” He and Peter exited his room, (M/N) walked to the elevator but noticed Peter wasn’t following him. “Hey. You coming?” Peter shook his head. “I should probably get home. My aunt’s probably wondering where I am.” (M/N) smiled at the boy and walked closer. He brought his hand out for a handshake. “It was a pleasure to meet you Peter. Thanks for your help. I’m sure we’ll see each other again.” Peter grabbed his hand and shook it. “Yeah you too. I’m sure we will.” With that Peter put his mask back and exited to the balcony. (M/N) watched as he shot something from his hand and swung off. “Hugh, I guess he really is spiderman.”

Returning to the balcony he found Bruce looking over a screen while Sheyo was sitting on the table. “How’s the leg?” She smiled at him. “It’s alright. Just sprained. Gonna need to stay off it for a couple days. It would be better healed sooner if we had some bacta.” (M/N) sat on the table beside her. “Well we don’t. You’ll just have to suffer.” She playfully slapped his shoulder. “Oh very funny. That’s the thanks I get for risking my life?” With that Bruce looked back towards them. “Sheyo filled me in on what happened. So...you really fought that blue guy again?” (M/N) nodded. “I did. Sadly I didn’t put a more...permanent end to him then I was hoping.” Bruce was looking at him a little concerned but ultimately smiled. “Well, in any case I’m glad you’re okay...and back here with us.” The man patted his shoulder. “Thanks Bruce. It’s good to be back.” The man cleared his throat. “Well...how about we head to the living room and watch the ball drop?” Sheyo and (M/N) looked at him strangely. “The what? doing what?”

The three of them had moved to the living room and watched as the new year ushered in. (M/N) would be lying if he said the whole ball thing didn’t confuse him, but each planet had their own customs. Bruce had made them some food which they ate gratefully, they hadn’t eaten since long before the battle. After everything Bruce had set Sheyo up in a guest room and (M/N) said good night to Bruce as the man retired to his own room. (M/N) wasn’t going anywhere yet, not until his dad came back.

(M/N) stood at the window and looked over the city. It was about 1 in the morning and the parties and celebrations were still going on but he could tell it was starting to die down. The ding of the elevator brought him back to attention. “That was some party. Better than last year’s by far.” That was Clint’s voice. “You only say that because you couldn’t attend last year.” Natasha. He could tell by their voices that they were getting closer. Turning around he watched the hallway and saw the two, plus Steve and Tony, turn the corner. “I’m just saying they should have at least had party hats.” Everyone stopped their banter and laughter as they saw they weren’t alone. (M/N) could feel his hands go sweaty as his dad finally made eye contact with him. He heard his voice crack as tears built up in his eyes. “Happy new year.” It was quiet for a bit, no one really doing anything. A laugh came from Tony. “About damn time.” Then he pushed past everyone else and engulfed him in a hug. “About time kid.”

[s-and-n-writes]

don’t let this be the end

don’t let this be the end: part one (out of two) 

summary:

Sometimes, Peter Parker felt a little sad. 

Thinking back, it was nothing at first. There was only the feeling of being under the weather, something he often experienced when high school wore him down. He had bad days, like everyone else, and that was valid. 

How did he go from there to...here? His feet dangling off the bridge, his heartbeat quick and fast, knowing that one slide, one push right off the edge would end him forever?

It was… a long story.

warnings: mentions of suicide, suicide attempt, mature language

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Sometimes, Peter Parker felt a little sad.

Thinking back, it was nothing at first. There was only the feeling of being under the weather, something he often experienced when high school wore him down. He had bad days, like everyone else, and that was valid.

But this day was different.

Somehow he’d ended up at an empty bridge after patrol at 1 am, when the bridge was silent and all was still.

He’d taken off his mask as he stood over the ledge to quiet Karen, who’d been reminding Peter of all the good things in his life. It was like she had instinctively known why he stared down into the water, like she’d known that he couldn’t swim and that drowning was his worst fear, like she had known what he thought of doing.  

But it wasn’t like he was going to jump.

Right?

Peter brushed away the tears in his eyes, and sat against the metal bars, his feet over the ledge. Taking off his web shooters, he placed them by his side.

You know, just in case.

He leaned his head back. Lately his days were full of flashbacks that triggered his panic attacks. Vivid images of Ben, of Mr. Stark's near-death state, of Toomes and the building burying him alive were fresh in his mind. Nights were no better, because the same memories occupied his dreams, and he always woke up screaming.

Peter sighed. He’d been so happy, so...full of life. How did he go from there to...here? His feet dangling off the bridge, his heartbeat quick and fast, knowing that one slide, one step right off the edge would end him forever?

Right, he reminded himself, standing up and looking down, one step.

One step, he thought, one step and I won’t be a burden to May.

He remembered when he was up late one night, doing a school project he didn’t have time to do before. He was focused, and the quietness of the city compared to daytime helped him. Because of the vast difference in noise, his senses tingled just as the door opened and May came in. She was close by, so he could hear everything she did.

It was nothing new. May had late night shifts once every so often, and Peter knew that, so he minded his own business, keeping quiet so she wouldn’t know he was still up. Spidermanning wasn’t supposed to interfere with his school work, so if May knew, she’d freak out, and probably ground him for the rest of his life.

And then he heard it.

The crying.

Peter was confused at first, seeing as he and May were the only ones in the apartment, but then it occurred to him that May could’ve been the one crying.

The thought was...weird. He hadn’t seen her cry since Ben’s funeral, and even then she’d hid it from him, so he only saw a few tears.

He snuck out of his room to where May was, peeking around the corner to see her sitting at the table with her head in her hands, bills sprawled out in front of her.

“F**k,” she said to herself, quietly sobbing, “There’s not enough, there’s not…”

Peter trembled. Why hadn’t he noticed before? May was always tired, constantly had bags under her eyes, and was taking shifts left, right, and center.

Was it because of him? Was he the weight she had to carry? Was the reason she cried because she couldn’t afford as much as she was giving him?

He glanced at May again.

The obvious answer was yes.

Peter retreated to his room, tears in his eyes. He was a burden to May, and it was because of him that she was crying.

It was all because of him.

One step and my friends won’t have to deal with me.

Peter remembered the last time he had been out to patrol. He was supposed to go home afterwards, but a random thug had shot his shoulder, and he was then nursing a bullet wound in his arm as he made his way to Ned’s house.

He didn’t know where else to go.

Mr. Stark would’ve gotten mad, and so would May. The longer he could hide this, the better, and Ned had taken a First Aid class for him anyway.

Turns out, bullet wounds aren’t really covered in First Aid.

“Hold still!” Ned pressed on as he tried to take the bullet out.

Peter hissed. There was no pain medicine he could take that would make a big difference, so Peter just had to deal with the ache in his arm as Ned dug around inside. As he removed it, Ned grabbed the gauze and started wrapping the wound, preventing any more blood from flowing out until Peter’s self-healing could kick in.

At least, that’s what Google said.

After treating the injury, Ned made sure to scold Peter for getting shot in the first place (as May would’ve wanted him to), and Peter felt more and more remorseful as Ned talked.

He shouldn’t have come and made his friend worried.

One step and Mr. Stark would be happy.

The last time Peter had seen Mr. Stark was when he was over at the Avengers Tower. He’d said hi to most of the Avengers, and he ran down to Tony’s lab to finish working on his new suit.

He had waited for a while for Mr. Stark, but when he didn't show, Peter decided to work on the suit alone. He'd been so concentrated that his spidey senses didn't tingle when arm grabbed him from behind, and right on the spot of the gunshot wound.

Peter tried to stifle his gasp of pain, and turned around to look for the person behind him.

It was Mr. Stark.

S**t.

“What. Happened. Spill. ” Mr. Stark said, a hard look in his eyes. There was no doubt that Mr. Stark had only grabbed his arm as a harmless prank, but unfortunately, it had gone in the wrong direction.

“W-what do you mean? Nothing happened,” Peter said, giving an unconvincing reply and mentally preparing himself for the lecture that was about to follow.

“Underoos…” Mr. Stark threatened. Peter shrinked back, and lifted up his sleeve.

“So, I-uh, I might’ve gotten shot..but it’s fine! First aid done and everything! No need to worry, Mr. Stark!”

Peter laughed nervously as Mr. Stark glared at him, raising a single eyebrow and sighing loudly.

“Jesus Pete, you need to come to the Tower for injuries! You've obviously treated it alone or with someone who doesn't know a thing about first aid, from what I can tell. How many times do I have to tell you that this is irresponsible and risky! I thought you knew better than that!” Mr. Stark sternly scolded, rubbing his temples.

Peter shrunk under his gaze.

His mentor sighed again. “Go down to Cho right now, no whining,”

“I don’t whine,” Peter mumbled, clutching his arm and heading out of the lab.

The tears in Peter’s eyes refused to cease as he walked out of the room. Tony, however mad he had gotten in the past, had never yelled at him before, and this was an experience he so desperately wanted to forget.  

Peter sighed. How many mistakes had he made? Going to Ned’s, having him treat the gunshot wound, not going to the Tower, lying to Mr. Stark and May, the list was endless.

He’d gotten everyone worried. He couldn’t do anything right.

So what if he didn’t try anymore?

Peter sniffled at the memory, and gripped the edge of the bridge, ready to push off. It was the last straw, the turning point, the only time when everything became too much and he had nothing left to give.

One step… Peter smiled, fresh tears running down his face, and everything will be better.  

He forced down any last thoughts of regret, feeling empty as he stared down at the water below.

And then he did it. Peter clenched his fists, and took the last step.

But the water never hit.

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can you please do prompt #24? i also wanna say that i love all of your work and you’re an amazing writer !

Thanks very much to both of you for two great prompts, which, as @spiderman-homecomeme pointed out to me, make so much sense to combine!!

12. We dated in high school but then you moved away but now you’re back in town

24. You’re my ex but I think I still have feelings for you

our love is a bagel

Pairing: Peter Parker x Michelle Jones (Spideychelle) Rating: E Word count: 6395

Summary:

Thanks to a (mortifying) freak accident, Peter Parker comes back into Michelle's life, nine years after their high-school breakup. And this encounter isn't a one-time thing; it looks like she'll be seeing more of him. He's already seen way too much of her.

The windows are painted shut. Even if MJ wanted to open them, the semi-historic status of her walk-up forbids it. She might’ve given them a testing press when she moved in two years ago, but she hasn’t fucked with them since and assumes they’re basically immovable.

She discovers they aren’t when Sadie thrusts into her so hard that the damn thing swings open with a pop! to leave MJ dangling over the sill, four floors above street level.

Naturally, she screams.

So she’s screaming and naked and falling out a window and because the situation’s so dire, Sadie’s trying to hug her closer to pull her back in. Of course, she’s still wearing the damn strap-on, meaning MJ’s screams are alternating in tone a little as the other woman’s hips slam into hers. They’re both slick with sweat and the only rational thought that manages to enter MJ’s mind is that she never should’ve given in to Sadie’s slight kink for exhibitionism and braced her hands against that fucking windowpane.

Her heart’s pounding and everything’s slanting from embarrassing to urgent and, of course, in this city, that’s when Spider-Man usually shows up. Which he does. But he doesn’t come swinging across the skyline or climbing up the wall on his fingertips. The window next door bangs open and he scrambles out, darts sideways, maybe hesitates a split-second in shock (she’s too panicked to be sure), then catches MJ around the waist. The only fortunate thing is that, in the moment of rescue where he tussles against gravity, Sadie’s dildo slips out of her, meaning there’s less to be mortified about. There’s just her total nudity, the visible slipperiness on her thighs, and, of course, her fuck-buddy standing there with a sex toy coated in MJ’s arousal. Besides those things, it’s a completely comfortable situation in which to run into an ex-boyfriend after nine years of silence.

Only she can’t acknowledge that she knows him. Not as Peter Parker. She and Sadie hook up in a way that’s casual but also somewhat regular―enough that Sadie knows to bring the dildo with the circular grooves and MJ preps by filling both of her ice cube trays, but not nearly enough to ever warrant giving away Peter’s secret. She wouldn’t. She lacks the motivation. Things didn’t end badly so much as abruptly when they realized they’d be attending colleges in two different states and that neither of them was really mature enough to commit to long distance at the start of such a monumentally new stage of their lives. So Peter’s just the neighbourhood hero (when did he move back?) and Sadie’s the blonde in the grey cotton bra (they haven’t gotten to the part where MJ runs ice cubes over her nipples yet) and the gooey strap-on. Two strangers. And MJ standing between them trying to think of a way to play this off as not strange at all.

Luckily, Peter’s still more awkward than she’ll ever be; he goes, “Oh, um, ok. Ma’am,” salutes, and climbs hastily back out her window. MJ sees him go up, towards the roof, and feels the familiar gratitude that he’s taking just enough care of himself to recognize that he shouldn’t return next door while Sadie’s a witness. Then her legs become broken stilts beneath her and she wobbles to the floor.

“What the fuck!” Sadie erupts.

She unfastens and hurls the strap-on aside (right onto MJ’s clean sheets―she’s asked Sadie not to do that), then rushes to the window, trying to make it close the way it did before. It shuts, at least. MJ plans to do whatever it takes to fake that the historic painted-shut window was never disturbed. Double-sided tape maybe. Or that cheese sauce she makes by hand. That always turns out pretty gluey. Her worry over both the window and her bedding fades when Sadie crouches in front of her and smooths the hair back from her face. She does like Sadie after all. Sadie’s Sadie, but she’s also Sadie: undeniably and reassuringly present as well as freakishly aware of MJ’s moods. MJ can feel her own dazed expression.

“That was nuts. Are you alright?”

“As long as I am actually alive and not lying naked on the sidewalk with my head cracked open,” MJ says, her sarcasm quiet but present.

“I’m sure there’s not a scratch on you. That masked bastard is pretty quick.”

This is a compliment.

“Yeah, he… must’ve been close by,” she agrees carefully.

“Must’ve.”

Ok, so Sadie can’t have seen Peter spring out of the neighbour’s window like a jack-in-the-box. Either the angle was wrong or she was a little caught up in her own attempts to haul MJ to safety. Whichever it was, MJ’s relieved.

“Can I get you a drink of water?” Sadie asks, touching MJ’s cheek in a way that’s more practiced than tender. She’s an ultrasound technician. “I’m gonna get you a drink of water.”

On her way out of the bedroom, she picks up her underwear and sweatpants, lines them up, and steps into both layers at the same time, like a firefighter. Well. That confirms the suspicion she created with the way she felt MJ’s face―they won’t be getting to the ice. Their current rendezvous is over. Something about near-death or the intrusion of a strange man has blown Sadie’s lust away like a cloud past the sun. Which sucks because MJ was super horny when she texted her faithful booty call and was anticipating good results from the pressure and speed of Sadie’s thrusts before historic New York vibe-checked MJ in the present.

The water is presented and Sadie has the good grace (or just tactful bedside manner) to pull MJ up to sit on the mattress before she reminds her that she’s about to take off by throwing on her t-shirt. Sadie shrugs as MJ gulps (wow, she is thirsty―hanging out an open window will really take it outta you), then MJ shrugs as she wipes her mouth. It’s not a big deal. The mood’s past and they aren’t and have never been a couple. Sadie won’t ask to stick around so they can make dinner together and MJ won’t invite her to. Still, she’s not going yet, which must mean MJ looks pretty scared. How to tell her it wasn’t the window but the guy who came through it? This is not the kind of conversation they have. Sadie reaches across the bed to grab the strap-on and pulls the sheet over in the same motion, trying to put it around MJ’s shoulders, but it’s twisted and stiff from being lately washed and doesn’t want to go higher than her waist.

“I’m not in shock,” MJ promises. Sadie gives her a look. “I’m not.”

“Well, you look… not like yourself.”

“How do I normally look?”

“After this?” she asks, waving the sex toy. “Sweaty and radiant.”

“So then it’s your fault for stopping just because of a minor issue with the window.”

Sadie snorts at this nonsense.

“You still sound like yourself anyway. Snarky and demanding.”

“Only in bed.”

“I only know you in bed,” Sadie jokes back in a more intimate tone. It’s only mostly true. She cares. They’ve been doing this a while.

A minute goes by as MJ tucks the sheet around herself and Sadie watches her like she might pass out.

“I didn’t mean demanding,” Sadie belatedly corrects. “Confident. Powerful. A good feminist who knows what she wan―”

“Shut up. It always makes me uncomfortable when you start being nice to me. With your mouth,” MJ corrects when her hook-up raises an eyebrow. “With your mouth when you’re speaking complimentary words,” she says, mock-irritated after Sadie lifts the other eyebrow too.

“Will you be alright?”

“I’m already fine. Shitty windows and Spider-Man are just part of the NYC experience,” she says to Sadie, an out-of-towner. MJ can’t remember where she’s from originally and they don’t do much small talk these days.

“I actually didn’t think he was anymore. Hasn’t he, like, not been around here for a while?”

“Hasn’t he?” MJ stares at the wall and tries to sound disinterested.

“It’s cool that he’s back, but if I see him again, I hope it’s under different circumstances.”

“Because you don’t want me to have an untimely death, right?”

“Oh, is that what you thought I meant? No, I was just wishing I’d been dressed.” But Sadie kisses MJ’s forehead to counteract her harsh reply. It’s different from the way she usually says goodbye―with a quick swat on the ass. She stands, finds her shoes and phone, and turns to go.

“Put that thing in a plastic bag or something,” MJ instructs, rubbing her forehead at the way Sadie just lets the unwashed strap-on swing at her side.

“‘That thing,’” Sadie echoes, offended, as she grabs a grocery bag from the back of MJ’s door. “As if Huge Jackman’s never done anything for you.”

“Stop calling it that.”

“Huge Jackman.”

“You’re fucked up,” MJ informs her lightly.

“Maybe so.” Sadie salutes in the style of Spider-Man. (MJ flinches on the inside from the deeper feelings trying to surface while outwardly rolling her eyes.) “Take ‘er easy.”

“Get home safe.”

With a wave exchanged, Sadie leaves the room. MJ hears her close the main door of the apartment behind her. She wriggles into an enormous crewneck sweatshirt and makes herself get up to lock it. Then, she rattles around in her bedside drawer for her vibrator and goes back to bed, determined to drive Peter Parker out of her head and back into her past.

―

It doesn’t take long to determine that her ex-boyfriend didn’t just happen to be next door when Sadie’s hips launched her through a window, nor was he visiting a friend. He lives there. The wall that encloses MJ’s bedroom on one side encloses one of the rooms of his apartment on the other. As for details on what’s brought him back to the city after his years in Denver (as she heard through Ned a few times before they drifted without having their closeness to Peter in common anymore), she’s both burningly curious and dedicated to appearing like she couldn’t care less.

It gives her mixed feelings that she and Peter run into each other a lot. The first time, they meet on the stairs in their building and he’s carrying a cardboard box. They don’t speak beyond an awkward greeting and Peter blurting out the obvious: “I just moved in!” He could probably stand there holding the box all day without his arms getting tired―MJ can’t help that her eye is drawn to the way his biceps stuffed into his sleeves look like cats do in pictures where they’ve wriggled into the sleeves of their owners’ sweaters―but they don’t prolong the encounter. The second time, MJ’s coming home when she sees Peter step out his door and hastily fishes her phone from her purse, pretending to be on a call. They nod to each other and he looks like he might try to say something to her, phone call or not, but he never does. Once she’s in her apartment, she wonders if she threw him off by addressing her fake call to the first name that popped into her head: May. Which, of course, is the name of Peter’s beloved aunt. MJ’s really excelling at convincing Peter that his proximity has no effect on her. If he’s wondering.

She would be, in his position, she thinks. Were she the one who’d been gone such a long time and suddenly presented with a former acquaintance as a next-door neighbour, she would wonder what the other person thought of her moving in. It should be a gift, in a city this size. Their particular history shouldn’t matter more than the value of having a neighbour you can trust to turn down their music to a respectful decibel, or keep their place clean so they don’t attract roaches to your shared part of the building, or not snitch to the landlord when you pop a historic window like bubble wrap. For fuck’s sake, they’ve been strangers to the events of each other’s daily lives longer than they were ever friends! Way longer than they were dating. What would make the most sense would be to slip back into an easy friendship now, make an effort before too many weeks go by and the habit of avoiding his eye when they pass each other in the hall or on the stairs becomes irreversible. So what if he saw her totally naked? Being Spider-Man has to be sorta like being a doctor―you see so much shit, including naked people, that it barely even registers. Just part of the job. It’s not as though her front door was unlocked and he walked in as Peter Parker to see Sadie screwing her. Anything he sees as Spider-Man shouldn’t count.

He never saw her naked as Peter. The fact that they didn’t get to anything beyond over-the-clothes touching was something she was glad of when they broke up. In her mind, it made them less connected. It was supposed to make him easier to forget. That worked pretty well for a lot of years, all that time MJ spent keeping distance between them, assuming it was what they would both want, because distance was enough to split them up. As long as she maintained the distance, it proved that breaking up was the right thing. They wanted to be separate and not together, so that’s how they would be. But now he’s living next door.

She doesn’t know if there’s a way to be distant and sharing a wall. The friends thing seems like the best plan. She’ll start them on the right path. Now. Tonight. Putting her hair down, then up again, then back down with only her uneasy reflection for guidance, she finally makes herself walk out of her apartment.

Peter’s at his door, just coming home by the looks of it. Perfect. He has his back to her and it’s a fairly broad back these days, broad enough to hide the petite woman MJ sees when she’s close. Peter has one hand on the key he’s turning in the lock and the other in the woman’s back pocket, presumably squeezing her ass. MJ doesn’t look long enough to know. Her eyes catch Peter’s when she passes and he glances up at the sound of footsteps. It’s likely that her expression of determination has writhed into panic. Of course, she can’t speak to him now, in front of his girlfriend or whatever this woman is to him, so MJ continues straight down the hall like she never intended to stop at his door. Ask how he’s doing. His aunt. Ned. Laugh about the circumstances of him rescuing her. About old times. Old feelings.

Old? Those feelings are ancient. MJ works harder to convince herself with every minute she spends standing alone in the stairwell, waiting to creep back to her apartment.

―

MJ texts Sadie to hook up more frequently, then not at all when she worries about being needy, which just makes Sadie tell her that there’s spontaneous and then there’s erratic, and Sadie does not need erratic in her life right now. Sobered by this assertion, MJ steadies herself and they go back to fucking once every week or two. While Sadie’s eating her out, MJ remembers Peter’s hand in that woman’s pocket and squeezes her eyes shut tightly.

She continues to see him. More than she sees any of their other neighbours. Lucky them, having such compatible schedules. It’s officially been long enough that she’s weird now―weirder than fake calls and hiding in stairwells―and he’s weird too. She doesn’t get it. Her stumbling across him bringing a guest back to his apartment is not on par with him finding her and her guest right in the middle of the act. How to make friends with Peter the neighbour when the silent crush she nurtured in high school miraculously bloomed into four months of dating, when she blushed as he linked his fingers with hers, and when, now, he brings five different women to his apartment in a span of three weeks? She learns that the room on the other side of the wall is Peter’s bedroom. Not knowing was preferable to the thumps, the high-pitched sounds. He’s either a talented lay or goes to bed with a lot of liars.

The next time Sadie comes over, MJ yanks the door open to meet her and folds around her, right there in the hallway, as they make out. Sadie rolls with it. That only makes MJ feel guiltier; the longer they’re in the hall, the greater the chance that Peter will see them. He’ll bear witness to her not being alone either. Her motives are shameful and she does secret penance, using up her ice, concentrating hard when she fingers Sadie and feels her uncomplicated panting on her neck.

But MJ’s never ahead of it, this weird feeling of lagging as she tries to reposition herself, Peter, the distance that belongs to them. One morning, she gets up at five to buy fresh bread from a farmer’s market instead of a grocery store and returns to their building, their floor, to find Peter receiving early-morning neck kisses in his open doorway from a short, black-haired man (a departing one-night stand, by the intimacy, by the fact of Peter’s pajamas) who mumbles in quiet, passionate Italian against MJ’s neighbour’s skin while she tries to get into her apartment as quickly as possible. She bites into a loaf without cutting it, then tears a messy chuck away to slather the still-warm interior with butter. Bread is possibly her only true friend on this earth.

Is she funny or is she just sad? Her brain seems faster, practicing how quickly it can distract itself whenever she sees Peter. She’s never not thought about him so much. Not sleeping together in high school begins to feel like a mistake. There’s a pain in her foot that she goes to her doctor about, only to be more or less told that she’s imagining it, that stress is manifesting as this random bastard foot pain. It could be true. She could need a new doctor. The compromise is to quit wearing this particular pair of flats she hates anyway and only owns for work. MJ next leaves her apartment in old high-tops, feeling tired and distrustful and therefore sure to make someone laugh today with some quip. Peter laughs before she says a word.

“Sorry, they just gave me such a flashback,” he tells her, slowing his steps to climb the stairs, putting his head level with her face instead of her shoes. “They look like the ones you used to wear.”

“Same ones.”

“Really?”

“I like how they’re broken in.”

“Where’s the line between ‘broken in’ and ‘worn out’?” Peter wonders with a smile.

My forehead, probably, MJ thinks. She shrugs. How strange that he’s here, standing on the same step she is. She’s gotten so used to not interacting that he started to seem like a ghost. The kind where they tolerate each other in their space, an understanding between realms. The kind that only really forces acknowledgement certain nights. A banging comes through the wall.

“You wanna grab a bagel or something? What are you doing right now?”

“Nothing,” she tells him, though she’s the one heading out and he’s the one heading home. “Let’s get a bagel.”

What’s amazing is how flat Peter’s been in her head―dimensionless enough to slip between a pair of receipts she kept for tax purposes and then forgot to throw away. The roundness of him over bagels is startling. He’s a rotating bookshelf, revolving and packed with stories she’s never heard. While he’s talking about mountains, a poppyseed stuck between his front teeth, MJ understands that she’s going to text Sadie after this and end things. She plants her elbows on the table, feeling as much on home turf as though she grew up in this little breakfast dive. The elbow’s in something sticky; MJ tips coffee onto a paper napkin and cleans herself with that, always watching Peter. He’s a new person with the original guy still inside. He’s sweet. Maybe their distance is like the center of this bagel she’s finishing slowly: not a gulf, just a hole in the middle of a circle. They don’t need to bridge two parts, just quit being numb to their connection. But all those women. That man, with his Romance language. When it’s over and she walks out ahead of him, she feels like he’s leaving for Colorado all over again, even as he’s right at her back, catching the door so it doesn’t bang into him because she let go too soon. It was heavy.

Sadie’s Sadie. MJ calls instead of texting and finds that she’s crying on a park bench, thankful for the hot sun on the back of her neck and the silence of her plentiful tears. Sadie will miss her, no more or less. Only at the end is MJ realizing that this will be a loss. Feelings aren’t simple. Someone has cared about her and been happy to see her name appear on their phone. Her vagina is the sole part of her that didn’t struggle with the ‘casual’ half of ‘casual sex,’ but her vagina is also not interested in taking the call. She rides the bus home and a man wheels a suitcase over her foot.

That night, MJ cooks to jazz, shrimp sticking in the pan, noodles soft. The smoke alarm sings back at her for her attempts to make garlic bread in the toaster oven. There’s a rapid knock at her door. She eyes the smoke detector, then leaves it. It’s Peter at the door.

“I heard the alarm. Do you need help?”

“I…”

The collar of his t-shirt is oddly limp, like it’s been stretched aside. There’s a smear of lipstick low on his neck. MJ angles out of her doorway and looks sideways. Huh. There’s a woman poking her head out of Peter’s doorway too.

“Sensitive smoke detector,” she tells him with a tight, apologetic smile. “Not exactly a disaster.”

“Oh, did you burn something? Do you wanna come over and eat with… us?”

He seems to remember about the woman then and looks uncomfortable. MJ lets him feel that for a minute. She allows him to look at her while that uncomfortable feeling surges inside him like a rising tide. Why should he be uncomfortable?

“No,” MJ says bluntly. “I don’t.”

Peter nods and backs away.

―

Over the next two weeks, he still has guests in his apartment. She doesn’t always see the moment of arrival or departure, but she’ll hear him put music on―something, as a teenager, he only ever did to be attentive to other people―or have to plug her ears to the thudding against the wall. What changes is the shifty way he looks at her when they see each other. He looks like he expects to get in trouble. Does he think she’s angry at him? She isn’t, honestly, just a keen observer.

MJ’s been bringing herself under the lens, witnessing her own reactions. Her relationship with love is better than she thought. Specifically, when she stayed and Peter left, she thought love was something she didn’t need. She was younger and now she’s older and ready to accept some silly things she scorned at eighteen. That love isn’t one shot, but sometimes many, many chances. That the same love can come around again like a merry-go-round horse. That you can fall in love young and never really forget it, even if you didn’t say it out loud, at the time or ever. Though love is closeness, love is also absence. Distance. Yes, love can live in distance, with a little air and a little sun. What’s time to truth? What’s geography?

Waiting for Peter makes MJ feel sure of herself. There’s nothing to be angry about.

On a Sunday morning, she’s putting actual effort into trying to get the window to close properly when she hears a familiar pop. Gingerly, she presses her window open and looks over to see Peter resting his forearms on the sill of his formerly-sealed window. He’s drinking a coffee. Fully aware of her presence, he turns to look at her and smiles, raising his mug in greeting. She puts down the wood glue and leaves the window wide open. Traffic sounds follow her to the kitchen, where she grabs a slice of banana bread before returning, pulling up a chair so she can have breakfast at her window too. The two of them could be a couple stools apart at a diner. They don’t speak. MJ feels so close to him she could cry. The crumbs from her food have four stories to fall, where they’ll eventually be found by pigeons.

“You wanna come over later?” he asks her eventually.

They’re unlocking the doors to their respective apartments after bumping into each other on the sidewalk, approaching the same building from opposite directions. They spoke on the way inside, all the way up the stairs. They walked slower down the hallway to say more words and swap more smiles. But they said goodbye already, before Peter’s question. MJ looks at him. Her heart swells up big in her chest, bigger than it feels like there’s room for. There’s been nobody over there with him in a long while. She studies his face, which looks more than friendly, like any answer but the one he wants to hear would wound him. That’s something she’s never wanted to do.

“Ten minutes?” MJ asks.

“Five,” he challenges.

“I can do five.”

It’s her first time knocking at his door. She changed her jeans, her bra, took off her earrings, brushed her teeth, soaked her neck in perfume that smells richly of late-summer flowers. The odour of his body―the wondering about it―has her tense as she waits to be let in. The wait is short.

His hands grab her, hold her tight, but his lips tremble with their first experimental kiss. MJ presses the door shut without looking back. Lets her keys fall. She pushes her hips against his and he’s already turned on, so hard it must be killing him. The second time their mouths brush, she fears this may actually be bad. His mouth is too slack, his jaw too clenched. Fortunately, Peter shows her that he’s just holding back severely because when he stops holding back… well. He’s added an island on locking wheels to his kitchen, with a low shelf underneath for storage space. They stagger into it, legs knocking the protruding handles of pots and pans to send them all clanging to the floor. When she lifts a foot high to step over a metal colander, Peter’s hand darts out and grabs her thigh; suddenly, her ass is pressed to the island and he’s rolling his hips hard into hers, palm hot through her jeans. MJ squeezes her hands between their bodies to unbuckle his belt and unfasten his pants; she palms the head of his dick through his boxers. It’s not enough, not close enough.

They make a breakaway from the clutter and she laughs―as bright and bursting as a torn-open orange―when Peter hauls her into his arms, impatient with her cautious tread around his spill of cookware. He practically tosses her onto his modest kitchen table and she grabs his face in both hands, kissing him deeply with tongue, as she wiggles her ass to the edge, thighs wide to accommodate his. The force of his return kisses makes her tilt backward. His fingers are on the button of her jeans, the fly, stroking the soft material of her underwear with his thumb. MJ plants a hand and lifts herself up quickly and they pry her jeans out from under her. Her shoes go too. The table legs bang loudly off the floor with this shifting of her weight, making Peter grin. He looks young and delirious after whipping his t-shirt off. He looks happy. Her hands clutch greedily at his bare skin.

She chokes on a wet breath when he hooks a finger around the crotch of her underwear to tug them off, knuckle pushing fleetingly against her, dipped in her wetness like an apple in candy coating. It’s lucky that Peter thinks about getting a condom because MJ flushes to find it hasn’t crossed her mind. He sprints away and comes back before she has her cropped cardigan fully unbuttoned. Does it happen too fast? No, it seems like it’s right on time when Peter whips his jeans and boxers down his legs and tucks his chin to watch himself roll the condom down his dick, MJ’s gaze going from his hands to his expression of harried concentration like flipping pages of a magazine. Ready, he bends his knees. She angles her hips.

They’re seventeen, turning eighteen soon, and she’s on top of the world the first time he holds her hand.

The stretch of him inside her would be killer if she weren’t this wet for him. The table scrapes the floor and Peter breathes heavily into her hair, sounding like he needs a moment to cool off. She doesn’t want a moment. MJ lays flat on her back and he follows her down with the lightest touch to the back of his neck. There’s barely enough room for her, the top of her head skimming the wall if she really straightens her spine, but she braces her hands on either side of her head and stares Peter in the eye to let him know she’s serious. It can be fast. The night is young and they’re not too old for miracles like second chances and short refractory periods. He groans because they’ve scarcely begun and already the thought of another round has her reactively seizing around his cock.

“My bad,” she says with a smirk.

“You’re good,” he counters, diving for a kiss. “You’re so fucking good.”

His hands wrap around her from underneath, gripping the back of her sweater, grasping her shoulders from behind. All the time, he bucks, jubilantly, honestly, like he’s not afraid of hurting her. This is what she wants. When he caresses up her bent arms to learn the shape of her wrists with his fingertips, then place his palms over the back of her hands, MJ’s eyes roll back and closed. Her back bows slightly as she tilts to make sure he drags across her clit when he thrusts. What will they do if his table collapses under her full weight and most of his, with him bent over her body? Continue on the floor, probably.

Peter’s mouth leaves hers and she moans loudly without interference―mmming and uhhhing and Jesus, fuck, Peter, right thereing. He acquaints himself with her neck in quick, sharp nips before dipping further to burrow his nose against her sternum, inhaling and exhaling hard as he hunches over her like a question mark and pounds his hips forward like he’s dying and her cunt’ll give him five more minutes of life. If he’s still running on that power and responsibility mantra, the motherfucker’s responsibility must be through the roof because his power is immense. He noses her partially undone cardigan aside to suck her nipple through the scant peekaboo lace of her bra. MJ’s legs urge his hips to slow, her arms almost worn out from stopping her head bumping the wall. Grinding her clit hard into his pubic bone, she comes with a shaky sob, eyes open to a ceiling identical to hers in the next apartment over. How many months late can you welcome somebody to the building?

He’s noisy in the buildup to his release, both from his mouth and in the sloppy sounds of his dick navigating her flooded, spasming channel post-climax, but quiet when he finally lets go inside her. Peter turns his face up to MJ. It’s kind of beautiful, the dishevelled hair, the ascending look in his eyes. She grips him reassuringly with her thighs and hangs on even when tough-guy’s knees almost give out, though she’d never be able to keep him on his feet if he dropped. How she feels is as if she could walk through fire carrying him on her back.

The fear, when they break apart, seems to be mutual. But for the way she throbs for what he removed, it could have simply not happened. Peter runs a hand over his face. MJ stays put, breathing hard. He throws out the condom that is more evidence; the sensation between her legs will fade, but latex has gotta last a lifetime in a landfill. Sweetly, he collects her jeans and underwear from the floor and sets them on a chair at the table before standing there like the uncertain teenage boy she knew.

“You’re good,” she notes, catching him off guard. He laughs, pleased, self-conscious, back to pleased, and turns freshly pink. “I can see what all your guests have been screaming about.”

The contentment leaves his expression.

“Oh, M, I―”

“It couldn’t bother me less,” MJ tells him truthfully. She sits up and wonders if her legs will refuse to stand when she tries. Better hold off another minute. “You had to get that good with somebody. And I’m glad I won’t be lowering my expectations after Sadie showed me how much I deserve in bed.”

“Sadie? The blonde woman with the…” Peter motions between his legs at the homegrown organic penis that hangs in place of the purple facsimile Sadie was sporting when the two of them met.

“Yep.”

She gets off the table and has to stop him from shadowing her into the bathroom with a hand to his tautly muscled chest. Down, boy. Let her pee in peace.

They lie in bed together after that, on clean sheets that are pretty poorly secured. So that’s how Peter spent his five minutes before she came over. In appreciation and the comfort she already feels around him, she finishes unbuttoning her cardigan and takes it off. The bra follows―after he swiftly but lightly grabs her arm to take a good long look at her wearing it. There’s a twitch from his lap as she wriggles fully naked under the sheet with him.

They talk school for a while, friends, dates that went nowhere, student loans. Then he asks, “Did you eat?” and the question compels MJ onto her knees with a sly smile. She bypasses the hopeful tent he’s pitching down south to ease her weight onto his chest, tucking her legs around his arms. The look she gives him says, I just know you’re good at oral. Don’t make me wait any longer. Maintaining eye contact, Peter rubs her lower back, then guides her forward. Again, she has her palm slapped to one of his goddamn walls when orgasm hits, riding the hot, mutable surface of his tongue. The other hand reached behind her a few minutes ago to pump what she could of his cock, giving him his while she got hers. Soon after calling her neighbour’s name at the wall he shares with her empty apartment, she shuffles backwards to line him up and take him deep. The visual of jerking him off by hand appeals to her, but the craving to mount him is too strong to ignore.

They argue passionately about who’s madder when he has to make her get off so he can put a condom on again.

Quick and hot in the kitchen was good; slow and smoldering in his bed is better. MJ’s sure Peter would flip her and chase bliss at a single nod of her head, but he seems to be enjoying her on top too much to suggest a return to that fucking-where-he-eats-breakfast haste. She rocks to her own rhythm―it’s self-serving and irregular, but the friction is heating her nicely. Her g-spot could be a lottery scratch ticket. The head of his cock, a lucky coin. While she swirls her hips, fingers in her own hair, his hands move worshipfully over her ass and thighs. She traces a pinky down the center of his chest and leans forward to kiss him. The smells of her and him are in her nose when she has to inhale a harsh breath because he won’t break the kiss. His hands knead the back of her thighs and MJ grips his hair, slamming her hips back. Peter releases a high gasp into her mouth. She sucks at his lower lip, his tongue, teasing him with shallowness now, working the head of his cock until he’s squirming and moaning and taking actions that say to hell with you and softer things besides, keeping her legs still and driving up into her. She catches his lip in her teeth when she grins.

So he doesn’t think he has all the control, MJ pushes up and sits tall astride him, legs straining to sustain the sudden speed of her bounce. He frames her breast with his index finger and thumb. Only when Peter has his other hand between her legs, scrubbing at her clit, does he close his grip and pinch down on her nipple. Her third orgasm is the least special, because it feels like they’ve been doing this for years. Wait, then maybe it’s the most special. MJ folds and rolls compliantly after her body quits singing and settles into a well-tuned hum; Peter hikes her leg, somehow getting his shoulder into the moist crook of her knee, and finishes with a half-dozen deep thrusts, grinding her name out through his teeth. His scent is sweat and cherries, wet and sweet. Behind her closed eyelids, she pictures a wave crashing on a breakwater.

They’re above the sheets now, cotton in mobile wrinkles as they breathe and sigh. His fingers delicately map her bones through the back of her hand. He tries to hold her like he could press her right through his skin, but, body lax, MJ tells him to leave space. She won’t erase their distance. She just can’t bear it.

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Not all heroes wear capes

Pairing: Evan “Buck” Buckley/Eddie Diaz

Characters: Evan “Buck” Buckley, Eddie Diaz, Christopher Diaz

Rated: T

Words: 2k

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Summary: What Buck thought was an ordinary Thursday night, soon changes into something much more when feelings for his best friend are exposed.

A/N: I've recently fallen into watching 9-1-1 and am obsessed. Right away, I felt the chemistry and love between Buck and Eddie. I love the family feels I get when I watch them with Christopher. So I added three of my favorite elements in my first Buddie fic. I know it won't be the last time writing for them! I hope you enjoy it!

It was an ordinary Thursday night.

Buck had invited Eddie and Christopher over for pizza and movies. They had ordered the supreme of course, which Eddie had all but inhaled, and a small cheese pizza for Chris.

They were watching Marvel movies and talking about who their favorite superhero was. Chris picked Spiderman because he liked that everyone saw him as ordinary but he was so much more. Eddie picked Iron Man, most likely because of the ties to the extreme situations he had been through in his life. And Buck picked Captain America, of course; it was an easy choice to make.

Halfway through Infinity War, Chris had fallen deeply to sleep. Buck loved having his buddy here. He liked making sure he was always safe. If he was being honest, he loved the kid. Chris had helped inspire him in more ways than one. He was the greatest miracle.

The second greatest miracle was his best friend. He had been so grateful to have met someone like Eddie Diaz. They had clicked from...almost the moment they had met. It took some thawing, but they were now inseparable.

But if he was being honest again, he also loved his best friend...as in...he was in love with Eddie. Buck hadn’t known exactly when it had happened, but now that it had, it was like falling asleep. It was effortless. Natural.

They had spent years getting to know one another, and every moment was special to Buck. When Chris had been away at camp, and both Buck and Eddie had been missing him like crazy, they hung out practically every night for weeks to soothe the ache.

Over that course of time, Buck caught himself staring more at Eddie. Those lingering glances would hover over the guy’s lips, fingers, hair, nose. When he realized what he had been doing, he wanted to kick himself. But it wouldn’t stop. He had tried to go on a random date, but it was no use. These feelings wouldn't go away. It wasn’t some new development either he had realized, it was just finally coming to the surface.

However, he had no idea if it was one-sided. At times, Buck thought that maybe Eddie was feeling what he felt, especially when the guy looked deep into his eyes the way he did. But even if Eddie did feel something, Buck felt as though he was being a coward. He didn’t want to take the risk of losing the relationship he had for something that wasn’t a promise of being reciprocated.

For Buck, the realization of his past happened when he knew he had fallen in love with Eddie. It had been this way for him all along. But he had ignored the inner urges over the years and slept with tons of girls as Buck 1.0. Luckily, Abby with her kindness and good heart had helped him to grow. Wear less of a mask. And while he still was attracted to women, he was deeply in love with the man sitting next to him.

It was starting to cloud everything though. To the point he thought maybe putting distance between them was the next step, although he didn’t want that at all. This realization within him started to make him anxious, irritable, and quiet, something he never was. He didn’t know how to pretend anymore, not when all he wanted was to truly be with Eddie in every way.

He wanted to be a part of their world. And the thought that someone else would come into Eddie’s life and have that privilege, hurt more than he could stand.

Getting out of his head, he took another swig of his beer and looked at the clock. It was almost midnight. They had been watching movies for hours. He took a deep breath and pretended to act normal as he looked over at Eddie, “You guys can stay the night. It’s late and he needs sleep.”

“You sure?”

“Of course, the couch is big enough for the two of you. Besides when he was gone you spent the night a lot.” Memories that Buck couldn’t get out of his head and that he had replayed up in his bed nights after yet creating a different type of scenario of Eddie spending the night.

Eddie nodded, “Thanks, Buck.” But instead of looking grateful, his best friend looked down at his hands, worried lines covering his brow.

“You okay?”

Eddie looked over at him, that beautiful face that Buck was so attracted to etched with worry, “I feel like I should be asking you that.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean,” Eddie drawled, “that you’ve seemed uptight all night like something is bothering you. Actually, for the last few weeks, it seems. Even at work. I thought it was just because you were missing Christopher like I was, but now that he's back, you're still acting like something is wrong. What’s going on?”

Damn. Buck had tried to hide how he was feeling, but it was getting harder and harder to fade away. Especially when they were both single and he had finally had some deep closure with Abby. “Uh, nothing, man. I’m not sure what you mean.”

“You’re lying to me.”

“Excuse me?”

Eddie rolled his hazel eyes, “Please Buck, you act as if I don’t know you or somethin’. This is me we’re talking about, us, whatever it is you can tell me.”

Us. If only Eddie knew how that word haunted Buck in every waking hour. Anxiety started to overcome him as Buck removed himself from the couch, and hopefully the situation. “Nah, I promise. I’m fine.” He walked into the kitchen and started to clean up dinner.

He looked over to see Eddie putting a blanket over Christopher and turning off the TV. Eddie wasn’t going to give up on this conversation. That much was certain. When his best friend had his mindset on something, he followed through every single time. Buck just wanted to get the hell out of there before he did something stupid.

Turning on the sink, he started washing the dishes as if that would somehow wash away his feelings. Nothing would do that.

He felt a heavy hand on his shoulder, and he closed his eyes from the touch of it. God, he wanted to embrace that touch. The few times they had hugged, he had clung on for dear life not really understanding why. Now he understood, more than he cared too.

“Evan,” he heard his name whispered and he trembled from the thrill of it coming off of Eddie’s lips, “Please...talk to me.”

The way Eddie had begged, made Buck tremble even more. God, he just wanted to hold Eddie in his arms.

He shut the running water off and turned around. Eddie was so close to him that his heart pounded like a drum inside his chest.

“I can’t…” Buck replied sadly as he breathed out. “Just let it go, okay?”

Eddie finally nodded after searching Buck’s face, “Okay, if that’s what you want. I’m just really worried about you.”

Great. Now he was being pitied, something he definitely didn’t want or need. Anger flared in his body. “Because you’ve always been so open with me.”

Eddie frowned and his mouth fell open in surprise, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing,” Buck groaned, wanting nothing more than to end this conversation. “Honestly, just forget I said anything.”

“No, please,” Eddie pushed with a flicker of anger as well, “If you have something to say and want to throw punches, I’d rather you just say it to my face upfront.”

Fine. I guess we’re doing this, “I feel like half the time I don’t know what you’re thinking, and when I ask, you push me away. You’ve pushed me away for a while now.”

“Kind of like you’re doing now?”

Buck nodded, grabbing on to Eddie’s thick wrist, which was now pinning him closer up against the sink. How was it possible that they were getting closer and closer within this small space? “Guess so.” He looked over Eddie’s shoulder to see if their loud whispers had woken Chris up.

The little boy was still fast asleep on the couch.

“Well,” Eddie exclaimed with a bit of desperation Buck hadn’t seen in some time, “maybe we should both be honest with one another for a change. You can start with what’s really bothering you, then I’ll gladly answer any question you want.” When Buck didn’t answer, Eddie frowned and bit his lip, “I know it involves me in some way, so just tell me, Buck!”

Buck didn’t know if it was the way Eddie bit into that bottom lip of his, the way his body was up close to his, or the fact that Eddie was pushing for answers and he was tired of hiding it from the guy, but Buck’s body responded and he closed the distance between them.

His lips crashed onto Eddie’s and he roughly kissed the guy he loved most in the world. It was a reaction to the wanting and needing he had had for Eddie for so long. His lips slid across his best friends and it was like breathing for the first time in forever.

When he came to what he was doing, he quickly pulled away. Eddie’s mouth was still hanging open, a bit red from Buck’s kisses, and his eyes were wide with shock.

Neither spoke for what felt like a very long time.

Buck had to break the silence, he was the one who made the move, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” He looked down to his feet from the silence, feeling so uncomfortable he wanted to cry. What in the hell had he just done? He was going to lose Eddie...and Christopher. Tears started forming in his eyes; he was helpless to stop them.

That was when he felt a soft touch on his chin, as Eddie lifted his head up gently to meet his gaze, “I’m not sorry. I’m glad you did.”

Buck looked at Eddie and blinked several times, tears falling down his face. Eddie wiped them away off of his cheeks with his thumbs as he held Buck’s face.

“You are?”

Eddie nodded, his face full of emotion, “Yes, I am. You did what I didn’t have the guts to do.”

Buck trembled, not for the first time, “Do you… um, you wanted to kiss me?” He was fumbling his words like an idiot, but he didn’t care. He felt as if this had been a dream, one he would wake up from at any moment.

“For a very long time,” Eddie responded truthfully, his eyes never leaving Buck’s face. It felt as if Eddie were seeing him for the first time. “I didn’t realize you might feel the same way.”

“I do…I always have, for as long as I can remember.” As the words finally left Buck’s mouth, he felt as though a heavyweight had been lifted off of his chest.

“You...you never said anything,” Eddie swallowed breathing heavily as if he had run around the block.

“I was scared,” Buck said. If he was going to start being honest, then he was just going to let it all out. Better now than later. He didn’t want to sit with his regrets of what might’ve been. “I didn’t want to lose my best friend.”

Eddie quickly shook his head, “You could never lose me.”

Inhaling deeply, Buck grabbed on tightly to his best friend’s shoulders. “Really?”

Smiling, Eddie put his own hands onto Buck’s waist and held on just as tightly, the feeling of it making Buck spiral in happiness, “Truly.” His smile suddenly disappeared, and Buck was scared he was waking up from the best dream he had ever experienced. “I’m sorry I never said anything either. I wasn’t going to act on my feelings for you. I guess…I was scared I was going to lose you, too. You are the greatest thing to have come into my life.” He paused and looked behind him at Christopher who was smiling in his sleep, “Well, the second-best thing.”

“Amen to that,” Buck replied with a smile as he looked at his little buddy.

“I mean it though,” Eddie said, looking back Buck’s way, “You have added so much to both of our lives. He really loves you.”

Buck nodded with a grin, “And I love him.” Then he looked deep into Eddie’s beautiful eyes and confessed everything, “I love you, too.”

“As... in love? Or just love in the general sense?” It was beyond cute to see his strong Eddie look flustered in this way. “Okay, that sounded like we are in fourth grade or something. Do you like, like me?”

They both laughed and kept hold of each other.

But then it grew serious at what the origin of the original question asked. Buck moved his hand and gently caressed Eddie’s soft skin of his cheek, “I’m in love with you, Eddie Diaz. I always have been and I always will be.”

Eddie closed his eyes briefly and shuddered a breath out. Slowly, he opened his eyes, “I’m in love with you, too, Evan Buckley.”

Staring at each other, and both trembling in anticipation, they moved towards each other. Slower this time around. When their lips brushed together it was a promise of something more. It was unique and different, but so special.

Their kiss grew deeper as the minutes went on, and Buck opened his mouth as Eddie’s tongue caressed his. He couldn’t help the moan that escaped. His hands traveled from Eddie’s face to his hair, and his fingers massaged and grabbed on. Now it was Eddie’s turn to moan as he kissed him in a frenzy.

Buck moved his hands and pulled Eddie even closer by his waist as their jeans rubbed together. The desire was unreal and Buck had never felt this type of hunger before.

However, he opened his eyes for a second and saw Christopher still on the couch. He pulled back and Eddie gave him a quizzical expression. Then he saw where Buck was looking and turned to look at his son. “He’s fine. He’s probably dreaming of superheroes.”

They both took a minute to catch their breath, never letting go of each other. Eddie looked back into Buck’s eyes and gave him the most beautiful smile nodding towards him with a look of wonder, “I guess not all superheroes need a cape after all.”

“Oh,” Buck teased as he kissed Eddie on the cheek softly, “I have one… you just can’t see it.”

“Maybe I’ll just have to look a bit harder then,” Eddie murmured seductively eyeing Buck’s bed up above. Desire coursed through Buck’s veins. He had never wanted anything more. He knew he needed to probably wait, take things a bit slower...but he felt as though he had waited a lifetime for this already.

He looked at Eddie as if to ask if he was thinking in the same way, but Eddie replied by grabbing his hand, clearly leading the way to what they both needed and wanted.

As they slowly made their way upstairs to the loft to continue what they had started, they heard, “What happened to Iron Man?”

They paused at the stairs to find Christopher rubbing his eyes sleepily. Eddie looked at Buck who smiled sheepishly and shrugged. They were not going to leave their little superhero hanging.

Buck and Eddie made their way back to the couch, sitting on both sides of Chris, and turned the movie back on even though it was way past the little boy’s bedtime. Christopher moved up close to Buck and put his head against his chest as he watched, yawning wide.

Buck smiled at the love he felt at that moment. He squeezed his little buddy tightly, who looked up at him with a big toothy grin. Then continued watching the movie. Buck then looked over to see Eddie looking back at the two of them; his eyes shining with the same expression he knew he was wearing. Love.

Their hands found each other on the back of the couch, and their fingers intertwined. What started out as an ordinary Thursday night, was no longer just an ordinary night at all. It was the beginning of a new life for him, for the three of them.

Buck couldn’t help feeling like the luckiest human on earth.

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Where Happiness Begins - Peter Parker

FINAL: Chapter Ten - Every Single Time

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Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Word Count: 12,433

Summary: Y/N Stark had eight months away from the public to cope, to heal. In those eight months, Peter was her saving grace, every single time. After Peter’s summer trip changes course thanks to Nick Fury, Y/N takes it upon herself to pay him a visit. Now Peter gets to see what Y/N has really become since the Snap.

Eight months had passed since your return. Eight months of intense physical therapy and a whole new image. You redecorated your room, making it feel more like home. You redid your closet, finding more clothes you were comfortable with considering your new scars. You helped your dad rebuild the Compound, having the help from the rest of the team made it easier. You had made amends with Bucky, talking through your distrust of him. You mourned Nat after finally getting Clint to tell you what happened on Vormir. Your family had stepped out of the spotlight for those eight months, silently operating Stark Industries. The public wasn’t told that you were back, let alone that Tony Stark was alive and well. The last update your mom gave the media was that he was with family.

But the most important thing that had happened over the past eight months was your relationship with Peter.

You hadn’t expected to fall in love with Peter Parker, especially not in that short time you knew him before the Snap. But you did. You were ecstatic when you found out that he felt the same way. Peter had kept up his Spiderman responsibilities in those eight months, saying that Queens still needed someone to look out for the little guy. You always encouraged him, reminding him that he was doing the right thing.

“I got asked if I was gonna be the next Iron Man.” Peter said to you over the phone when he got home from patrol. He had just laid down for the night, but he wanted to call and hear your voice first.

“Yeah, people used to ask me that too.” You laughed. “The world needs an Iron Man. They need that image to look up to, you know? Something to put their faith in. To believe in. I just don’t think my dad is gonna put the suit on again anytime soon.”

“Have you decided if you’re going to?”

“No, I haven’t…” You paused, looking over at your bracelets sitting on your nightstand. “I’m barely starting to feel normal again, so I don’t know… What do you think I should do?”

“I think..” Peter paused to think. He didn’t know what he thought. One on hand, he loved when he got to fight by your side. He always felt like he could do anything when you were beside him, but he also knew what you had gone through. The last time you put the suit on, you thought it was going to be the last thing you did. “I think you should do what makes you happy.”

You chuckled slightly. “That’s what everyone tells me… You should get some sleep.”

“Yeah… I love you, Y/N/N.” Peter said sweetly. “Good night.”

“I love you too, Pete. Night.”

The next day was your first media appearance since your return. You had partnered with May Parker to create a foundation to help those displaced by the Snap. Most people called it the Blip but the word ‘blip’ sounded accidental, as if there was no intent behind it. But you knew. You knew all too well that the Snap was intentional.

As May was giving her speech, you waited in the kitchen area with Peter, Happy, and your dad.

“You’re gonna do great.” Peter said kindly, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek. He stood beside you in his suit, his mask discarded. His hand was on your lower back, a subtle reassurance that he was there.

“I can do it if it’s too much, Y/N/N.” Tony offered kindly. You looked over at your dad and considered his offer. Tony had been on the stage before, photographed and interviewed a thousand times over. But it was different now.

His right arm was now replaced with a vibranium-titanium alloy, similar to Bucky’s arm. Shuri helped you and Peter fabricate it after Morgan helped you design it. She had insisted on making it solely out of vibranium, but you had to explain that it wasn’t intended for fighting. It didn’t have to be invincible.

Your dad had an arm he designed on his own that he used for daily use, but he said the one you and Morgan made was for special events. Other than the arm, which you could only see his hand, the burn marks trailed up his neck. 

“No, this was my partnership.” You said, hoping to convince yourself more than anyone else. “I should be the one to talk to the people.”

“I’d like to welcome the person who helped make this all possible.” May concluded her speech. “She’ll be led out by our very own, Spiderman.”

“Here we go.” You sighed as Peter dawned his mask. He held his arm out to you which made you chuckle, but you hooked yours through it. You ducked your head as you walked out, keeping your eyes low and your face shadowed until you reached the podium.

“I’d first and foremost like to thank May Parker for welcoming the partnership.” You began with a smile, placing your hands on either side of the podium. “Eight months ago, what was done five years prior was undone. Soon, it’ll be six years since the Snap happened, six years since I and millions of others disappeared.

“But eight months ago… Eight months ago we were brought back by the only people that could pull off a stunt like that. And it came at a price, a price that I’d pay all over again if I had to.

“Some of you are looking at me, wondering how much it cost. ‘How much did Y/N Stark have to pay to change the universe?’ It wasn’t money. It wasn’t anything you can put a number on.” You glanced down at your left hand, trying to lift a finger and tap the podium, but you couldn’t do it. “In order to undo what was done, we had to put ourselves at risk. The fate of the few versus the fate of the many, type of deal. So… We did.” You shrugged with a nervous chuckle.

“I know what it’s like to come back scared, afraid that you’ve lost everything. To come back confused, not understanding what happened to you. None of you were there when it happened. I wasn’t even there when he snapped his fingers. But I vividly remember watching people turn to dust. I remember the words I was saying when I turned to dust.

“Which is why when May came to me with the idea, I knew I wanted to be a part of it. And having Spiderman to help has been amazing… We’ve done a lot to help, but there’s so much left to do. I guess I’ll open the floor for questions.”

“Is Tony Stark retiring as Iron Man?”

“You’d have to ask him.” You shook your head. “I haven’t asked him because he’s been through a lot. I’m not in any place to speak for him.”

“Why haven’t you made any appearances in the past eight months?”

“I’ve been busy with physical therapy and trying to get my life back on track. My family is more important than tabloids.”

“Are you going to be the next Iron Man?”

“I don’t know if I’m putting on that suit ever again.” You said honestly. “What we went through, to keep what was brought back, it’s a lot for anyone to process. Coming back from it is traumatizing enough on its own. My dad and I, we nearly died that day. Would I do it again? Yes, if it meant I could keep what I got back. But am I willing to take up that mantle of Iron Man? No, I’m not. And you want to know why?” You laughed slightly, shaking your head in disbelief. “I’m not willing because there is no next Iron Man. Iron Man is Tony Stark. I know that I’m a Stark, and I know how similar I am to my father, and I know that a lot of people expect me to take over his legacy… But no one in this universe is the next Iron Man.”

“You mentioned physical therapy, and that you and your father almost died. What exactly did it take to bring everyone back?”

“It took the sensation in my left arm.” You said carefully, lifting your left hand for people to see. You unbuttoned your sleeve at your wrist, tugging it up slightly to show the scars. “It destroyed every nerve from the tips of my fingers up to some of the deep nerves of my deltoid. I have limited movement in my fingers and wrist and at my shoulder joint, as well as intense burn scars that lead up my arm.”

“And what happened to your dad?”

“Ask him yourself.” You said simply as you fixed your sleeve.

“We’ve seen highly advanced biomechanic artificial limbs in recent years. Colonel James Rhodes has the braces for his legs, which came from Stark Industries. A vibranium arm cannon on Ulysses Klaue. The entire arm of the Winter Soldier. Why is it that you don’t have a similar brace to assist in your movements, if there is such deep tissue damage?”

You chuckled under your breath, nodding as you thought of an answer. It would’ve been easy to be snippy, to be rude to silence the reporter and others with similar speculations. But you knew now wasn’t the time for it.

“Artificial assistance devices like those only work if there are nerves to fire on. Colonel Rhodes had a spinal injury, meaning the nerves in his legs were fully functional. There was just nothing to connect them to his brain so he could use them.” You explained carefully. “In regards to my arm, those nerves basically don’t exist. They’ve been severed essentially. Now is it possible that we could develop such a brace? Yes, it’s possible. But I’ve adjusted to the functionality of my arm so I’m not too worried about a brace.”

“Is it true King T’Challa and his sister, Princess Shuri, offered Wakandan aid for yours and your father’s recovery?”

“Have you reached out to the King?” You asked, tilting your head in question. “Go talk to him. King T’Challa and Princess Shuri have been very kind, reaching out and visiting through our rehab and PT. As far as Wakandan aid, that’s not my question to answer since I was unconscious for the beginning of my recovery. I’d like to ask that questions relate to the assistance program, please.”

“When we first caught word of Mr. Stark being back, Ms. Potts said he was with family. We also know that Tony had a second daughter in your absence. How did it feel coming back and seemingly being replaced?”

“Replaced…” You repeated, nodding silently as you digested that word. “Let me ask you something, Mr. Reporter. Did you lose someone important to you in the Snap?” He nodded.

“My boyfriend..” He said solemnly.

“And did you date in those five years everyone was gone?”

He nodded hesitantly.

“Did you replace him?”

“I- No, I- I could never.”

“So why would you think my dad replaced me?” You laughed. “When I came back and saw my mom and our new home for the first time, there was a photo of me in every room. There was a room made up to be mine, as if I was never gone. My dad had a fully updated suit made for me. My family didn’t replace me. They carried my memory with them in everything they did. They grieved. They coped. They pushed forward. But they never forgot or replaced me.”

“Will you and your dad mentor Spiderman to be like Iron Man?”

“Spiderman works with us as an Avenger, yes.” You nodded, gesturing to Peter. He gave a small wave to the crowd, who offered a light applause in return. “I believe he has made several comments that he is more focused on Queens and being a local hero than being the next big hero. But again, ask him yourself.”

“It’s rumored that you’re romantically involved with the man under the mask. Are you in a relationship with Spiderman?”

“Not to my knowledge, no.” You laughed. “I don’t know who’s under that mask. I figure if he wants me to know, he’ll tell me.”

“How did Ms. Parker know to reach out to you for help with this program?”

“Her nephew is an intern at Stark Industries.” You glanced at the clock at the back of the room, deciding you’d been on stage long enough. “Since no one is asking about the Program, I’ll take one more question and then I’ll hand the floor over to Spiderman.”

“Yeah, I have a question.” Your dad announced from the back of the room. Every reporter silenced, turning in awe. Some were trying to crane their necks, to catch a glimpse of the tech mogul.

You had to bite your tongue to hold back your laughter. “Yes, go ahead.”

“As that guy-” Your dad gestured to the general area of the reporter who tried to say you had been replaced. “-said, you have a new sister. He worded it terribly but that’s his problem.”

“I do.” You smiled.

“Let me ask you this.” Your dad said, crossing his arms and trying to keep a straight face. “Do you like your sister or would you rather be an only child again?”

“She is hilarious.” You laughed. “I absolutely love her. When I was healing, she had Spiderman and another Avenger make get well soon cards for me and my dad. She’s always asking to hear stories about battles and she has been begging me to make her a suit to play in.”

“Oh, she has?” His eyebrows raised with a smile.

“I told her no.” You defended with a laugh. “But yes, I don’t want to be an only child again. My life is so different now, some things are amazing while others are troublesome. One thing I know I wouldn’t change is my sister. I love her.”

With that final remark, you stepped away from the podium. You gave a final wave to the crowd, blowing a kiss with a wink for the cameras before ducking back into the kitchen area. Your dad met you in the room soon enough, enveloping you in a tight embrace.

“You did great, Hon.” He said proudly, placing a quick kiss on your forehead.

“I was terrified.” You laughed when you pulled away. “But I’m glad it’s over with.”

You thought the media was the peak of your stress. You had hoped you’d be able to live a normal teenage life. You wanted to focus on Stark Industries, focus on your relationship with Peter. But all of that went out the window with one phone call.

You had been working out at the new Compound when you got the call. It was Nick Fury, calling for the fifth time. You weren’t going to answer but you decided answering and telling him to leave you alone was the only way he’d leave you alone.

“Fury, what do you not get?” You sighed in annoyance, walking through the halls to your lab. “If I’m not answering, that means I don’t want any part of whatever you’re doing.”

“Y/N?” Peter’s voice came through instead. “Hey.”

“Wha- Why didn’t you call me from your own phone?” You asked carefully. You had almost said his name, but you didn’t know what situation he was in. Last time you talked to him, he was at a hotel in Venice.

“This is Earth, Dimension 616. I'm from Earth 833.” A man said in the background. While Peter got distracted geeking out over the idea of a multiverse, you handled something else.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., you there?” You asked, swiping an image off your table to be in front of you. It had the sound waves from the phone call in the corner along with a photo of Peter and Nick Fury.

“Yes, ma’am.” The automated female replied. “What can I do for you?”

“There's a voice on this call that I don’t recognize.” You explained, waiting for Peter to stop talking so the unknown man would speak again. “He just said he’s from Earth 833. Can you run a vocal database scan when he speaks again?”

“Of course.”

“Never apologize for being the smartest in the room.” The man told Peter.

“Running scan now.”

“Hi, remember me?” You said to get Peter’s attention. “Why did you call me, Spidey?”

“We know who he is, Stark.” Fury said loudly. “Since you wanted to avoid me, I had to contact someone else.”

“You’re asking teenagers to do your dirty work. Why not Thor? Or Steve? Or Danvers?” You countered, waiting for the results of the vocal scan.

“They were born in stable orbits within black holes. Creatures formed from the primary elements: air, water, fire, earth. The Science Division had a technical name. We just called them Elementals.” The unknown man began explaining.

“Results ready.” The automated voice told you. You muted your end of the call and turned your attention to F.R.I.D.A.Y. “My records show that he’s an old Stark Industries employee. His personal information has been removed from the system, but he did exist.”

“Son of a bitch.” You sighed in annoyance. “Can you get me recent seismic activity and spikes from across the globe?”

“We have a spike in Morocco and Mexico in the past few days. And it looks like there was one in Venice earlier today.”

“Venice?” You asked quickly. You looked at the hologram and saw a video of a large being made from the waters in the canals. A man in a cape flew around, fighting it in almost a choreographed way. Then you saw a boy in a plaid shirt and a jester’s mask. Peter. “That’s what Fury wanted from us. To fight whatever the hell that is.”

“And you’re coming with us.” Fury said, most likely directed at Peter.

“Fury?” You cut in. “You can’t be serious.”

“Excuse me?”

“After the Washington Monument incident, if he puts on the suit again in front of his classmates…” You trailed off.

“They’re gonna figure out who I am.” Peter finished nervously. “And then the world is gonna figure it out and then I’m done. Besides, this all seems like big time and I’m- I’m the neighborhood Spider-man.”

“This is Avengers type stuff, Nick.” You agreed.

“Bitch, please.” He scoffed. “Y’all been to space. And I thought you two are Avengers.”

“Yeah, and it turned me to dust for five years and destroyed my nervous system.” You answered quickly. “We don’t want any part of it.”

“Ms. Stark, if I may?” The unknown man spoke. “Prague is-”

“No.” You said simply. “You don’t talk to me.”

“Y/N-“ Peter tried.

“No. I don’t trust him.”

“He’s-“

“He’s coincidental.” You said firmly. “I don’t trust him.”

“So come and meet him.” Fury said and ended the call, as if to say he didn’t need you after all.

You rushed home, planning to take the jet to Venice so you could meet up with Peter and prove a point. You were packing a small bag with a few days worth of clothes, fitting your bracelets to your wrists after a moment's hesitation. You turned to see your parents in your doorway.

“What are you doing with those?” Your dad asked, pointing to your wrists.

“I thought you were done with all that.” Your mom sighed.

“I have a very good reason.” You defended. “You guys know after this-“ You gestured to your arm. “-that I’d need a good reason to put these back on.”

“I’m waiting.” Your dad said expectantly.

“Peter…” You said quickly, an understanding look falling on his face. “Fury hijacked his trip and now he has to fight some “elemental” from another dimension. Problem is F.R.I.D.A.Y. ran a vocal scan on the man explaining it all because he sounded familiar… He’s not from another dimension. He’s an old Stark Industries employee.”

“So it’s all fake?”

“His story, yeah.” You said, picking up your bag. “I don’t know what he’s using to cause the damage, because that much is real. But I need to get there and find out.”

“Take these.” Your dad handed you a small case. “I was coming to show them to you so you could give them to him when he got back, but if you’re going to him…”

“What are they?” You asked, not opening the case but shoving it in your bag instead.

“E.D.I.T.H.”

“Edith?”

“Even Done, I’m The Hero.” He smiled proudly.

“Clever.”

“If Fury is involved, you have to be careful.” He said earnestly. You could tell he didn’t want you to go, neither of them did. But you put on your suit to protect your family. And Peter was your family. “Don’t go with or associate with anyone you don’t know. Don’t know, don’t go. Got it?”

“You never lectured Peter like this.”

“Peter has his- What does May call it? His Peter Tingle. You don’t. You barely have common sense.”

“Common sense and Peter Tingle are not synonymous.” You laughed.

“Peter can sense when something is off. You can’t.”

“Stark Intuition hasn’t steered me wrong.” You winked. “I’ll be fine.”

“You better.” Your mom said firmly. “Because Morgan told me you owe her some new toy.”

“I love you.” You told them, quickly hugging them before heading down the stairs. “Forever.” You turned to look at your dad.

“And ever.” He smiled softly. “And be careful!”

After Happy took you to the airport, he insisted on taking the flight with you. He asked if you were sure about what you were doing, if you were ready to put the suit back on. But once you told him it was for Peter, he eased up on his questions. He told you to be careful to look out for Peter but to look out for yourself first. You waved him off, saying that you’d been through worse.

You arrived in Venice early the next morning. You tapped the side of your glasses, following the directions to Peter’s hotel. As you were entering, Peter’s classmates were leaving. They whispered praises, some thanking you for what you and your dad did. You smiled politely, nodding in response.

“Y/N?” Peter said, coming down the stairs with Ned. “What are you doing here?”

“Surprise.” You smiled widely, jumping into his arms for a hug. “I missed you.”

“I’ve only been gone for like a day.” He laughed.

“Yeah, well.” You shrugged. “Oh, and I have a surprise for you!”

“We’re going to Prague!” One of Peter’s teachers announced.

“You came here because of that, didn’t you?” He looked down at you with a knowing look.

“I came to be with you, Peter.” You replied, lacing your fingers through his. “Is that so wrong?”

“Hmm.” He pondered out loud as you two walked to the bus. “It’s coincidental…”

“I can go home if you’d like.” You teased. He smiled, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to pull you into his side. “That’s better.” You laughed.

“Excuse me?” One of Peter’s teachers said, stopping you from getting on the bus. “Who- Who do you think you are?”

You chuckled before you realized he was serious. When he stared at you with an expectant expression, you cleared your throat nervously.

“I’m Y/N Stark?” You tried, to which he simply shrugged. “I’m paying for myself.”

“Well hop on then!” He smiled, ushering you onto the bus.

You and Peter sat in a row of seats close to the front. His classmates all craned their necks to catch a glimpse of you as they walked by, hoping to get a wave or a word from you. You paid them no mind, focusing on being with Peter. You knew that he’d get roped into whatever Fury was planning in Prague. You knew it’d end up with you getting pulled into it too. But you just wanted to enjoy time with Peter.

“It’s from my dad.” You smiled softly, pulling the case out of your bag. “I don’t know what it is, but I think I have an idea. He called it EDITH.”

“From Mr. Stark?” He said in awe, carefully taking the case from your hands. He opened it slowly, reading the note that was inside. “For the next Tony Stark…” He read out loud. “Edith?”

“Stand by for retinal and biometric scan… Retinal and biometric scan accepted.” The automated voice said.

“Even done, I’m the hero.” You smiled slightly.

Peter looked to you and saw a hologram picture come up on the lens next to your face. The hologram read “Y/N Stark. Successor to Tony Stark and Stark Industries.”

“These are amazing.” He said happily. “How do they look?”

“You’ll grow into them.” You said honestly. “I had to.” You pushed your glasses up your nose.

“Wow.” He breathed, squeezing your hand slightly. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You smiled, pressing a gentle kiss on his cheek.

He pursed his bottom lip, placing his finger under your chin. He lifted your face to meet his, placing a sweet kiss on your lips. You hummed against his lips slightly, one of your hands moving to the back of his neck.

Fury’s driver pulled over at a rest stop, giving everyone ten minutes to go to the bathroom or stretch their legs. He directed you and Peter to another room, where another one of Fury’s friends were waiting. You sighed silently, shutting the door behind you two.

“Take off your clothes.” She told Peter.

“Excuse me?” You cut in.

“You two said Spiderman cannot be seen in Europe.” She explained, a mild accent in her voice. “So I made this. Another suit.” She lifted a pile of black cloth from the table.

“Okay, Fury and I are going to have a talk about this.” You said in annoyance. You jumped up to sit on the table, flicking the suit to unfold. “Ew… No offense.”

“Take off your clothes.” She insisted. “Now, hurry up!’

Peter hesitantly unbuttoned and pushed his jeans down. You rolled your neck in irritation, not happy that Fury would interfere with Peter’s suits. He knew all of Peter’s suits were Stark products. 

“Incoming student: Brad Davis.” F.R.I.D.A.Y. told you, showing his silhouette on the other side of the door.

“Shit!” You exclaimed quietly, hurrying to pull your long sleeve over your head. “You, hide.” You told the female agent. “You, come here.” You told Peter.

The woman slid to her left, hiding behind a beam to the building. You pulled Peter to you by his shirtfront, hooking your legs around his waist. Before Peter could ask what you were doing, you smashed your lips against his. His hands found your waist easily, pulling you closer to him. You smiled against his lips as you slid your hands down his shirt when you heard the door open.

Peter jumped away from you, turning to see Brad in the doorway. You covered your mouth with the back of your hand to hide your laughter as you saw Peter’s cheeks turn pink. Brad dropped his eyes, muttering an apology and hurrying away. Once Brad was gone, you laughed as you leaned back on your hands. Peter glared at you, running his hand over his lips.

“You knew he was coming, didn’t you?” He asked, quickly pulling his pants up.

“It was either that or let it look like my boyfriend was hooking up with a random European chick on his school trip while I watched.” You shrugged, biting back your laughter as you pulled your shirt back on.

“Did you have to take your top off?” He asked, mildly annoyed that you had been so quick to ditch your shirt. He snatched the suit as you jumped off the table.

“You had your pants off, Peter.” You reasoned. “It looked more realistic. Trust me.”

“My point is-” He tried to explain.

You spun to stand in front of him. You put your hands on his chest to stop him and he looked down at you, a slight glare in his eyes. “I’m sorry, okay?” You offered honestly. “I wasn’t thinking that Brad was gonna see me shirtless. I was thinking that I needed a cover for you having your pants at your ankles. It was the first thing that came to mind… I’m sorry.”

“You’re lucky I love you.” He nodded at you, a smile playing on his lips.

“I am lucky.” You agreed, taking his hand to get back on the bus.

“Hey.” Brad said, stopping in the aisle by your seats. You looked up at him innocently, your legs draped over Peter’s lap. “I just wanted to say, I didn’t see anything.”

“What are you talking about? You furrowed your eyebrows, tilting your head in mock confusion. “Sorry, but should I know who you are?”

“Uh..” He stammered, making Peter chuckle. “I’m Brad, Brad Davis.”

“Okay… Hi, Brad.” You played innocent.

“I- Y’know, back there.”

“Yeah, what are you talking about, Brad?” Peter teased.

“Uh- nothing.” He shook his head quickly. “Nevermind.”

Brad hurried away, now embarrassed. You looked at Peter, trying to hold back your laughter. But once Peter cracked a smile, you burst out laughing. You clapped your hands a couple times, trying to collect yourself.

“See.” You said towards the end of your laughing fit. “Everything worked out.”

Peter nodded happily, leaning his head against the seat as he looked at you.

“What are you thinking about?” You asked softly.

“That.” He gestured to the black suit from Fury.

“It’s ugly.” You commented.

Peter chuckled. ”You know what I meant.”

“Yeah..” You nodded gently. “I know what you mean… You don’t have to do this, Petey.”

“If I don’t, who will?”

“Let that Beck guy handle it.” You tried. “He seems to know what he’s talking about.”

You contemplated telling Peter about what F.R.I.D.A.Y. found when the vocal scan was done. You thought about telling him it was all a fake, that you and him could go to Fury and expose Beck, but seeing the look on his face made you reconsider. You decided to talk to Fury about it on your own, handle it without putting Peter in the middle. You just wanted to focus on being with Peter.

All Peter wanted was a nice vacation, away from superhero problems. He just wanted to be a kid, for a while at least. And now you were with him, and that made it ten times better. But with Fury hijacking his entire class and changing his trip, giving him a different suit. He felt like he had no reason to say no, like it wasn’t enough to not want to do it.

“You know I can’t do that, Y/N/N.” He sighed.

“My dad said for the next Tony Stark.” You continued, pulling the glasses case from his bag. “Not the next Iron Man. Maybe this isn’t your fight, babe.”

“I know…” He whispered, carefully taking the case and opening it to look at the glasses. “But I don’t think I can really say no.”

“Then you’re not doing it alone.” You insisted.

“No.” Peter shook his head quickly. “I can’t- I can’t let you do that.”

“It’s not up to you.”

“Y/N, you can’t be serious.” Your silence was enough of an answer for him. “You can’t be considering putting on the suit again for this.”

“I put on the suit to protect my family.” You shrugged. “You are my family, Peter. You’re not doing this alone.”

“Is this really what you want to do?”

“I don’t think I can really say no.” You smiled softly.

“Dope glasses, Parker.” Flash said from the next row of seats, leaning to take them from Peter’s hands. “How’d you pay for them?”

“Flash, give them back.” Peter said seriously.

“No, I’m really paying you a compliment.” Flash said, leaning away from Peter.

“Hi.” You said from your seat, leaning to the side so you could see Flash. “Um, yeah, so my dad made those for Peter so if you could just-” You paused, crawling over Peter’s lap to reach across the aisle. Peter held your hips as you used the armrest near Flash to lean your weight on. You reached forward with the other hand, taking the glasses from his face. Flash stayed frozen, unsure of what to do next.

“Thanks.” You smiled before pushing off the armrest and letting Peter pull you back into your seat.

“You are amazing.” Peter chuckled, to which you smiled widely as you handed the glasses back.

Later that night, you and Peter were standing in a conference room with Fury, Beck, and the rest of Fury’s associates. You only recognized Maria Hill, someone you had trained with and interacted with back when SHIELD was active. You and Peter stood to the side, by the large fireplace.

“Are we boring you?” Fury asked you two when he got you to snap back to reality. “And I thought you didn’t want anything to do with this.”

“Yeah, well, you kinda made this my business so.” You replied with an eye roll. “I only came here to help him with what he needs.” You nodded towards Peter. “I didn’t come for you.”

“They’re not bored.” Beck cut in. “They’re thinking about how you kidnapped him.”

“He had obstacles.” Fury countered. “I removed them.”

Fury turned to Peter, asking about the plan. You stood by him, not listening to what was said. You had F.R.I.D.A.Y. make notes to remind you later. You kept a loose grip on his hand as he spoke, trying to remember why that man was familiar. You had seen him once or twice before, knowing that he was an old Stark Industries employee only made you feel more unsettled. One line from his mouth snapped you from your thoughts.

“No matter what the cost.” Beck said, almost regretfully.

“I’ve heard that line before.” You chuckled nervously. “You wanna know what that cost is?”

“Y/N..” Peter tried, knowing where you were going. He tried to keep you next to him, but every word from your lips was another step towards Mysterio.

“The cost, Mysterio-” You mocked his sudden interest in the name. “-is more than anything you can pay. The cost is your entire livelihood. Losing what sense of normalcy you had and having it replaced with nothing but pity stares and apologies. The cost is seeing everyone around you treat you like a glass doll. The cost, Mr. Beck, is a piece of yourself that you will never get back.”

“Ms. Stark, I never meant to upset you.” He tried to defend himself. “All I’m saying is that if we don’t stop it now, if it gets too big, it’ll draw power from the Earth’s core and be unstoppable. That’s what happened on my Earth, when I lost my family.”

“Hey, listen.” Peter cut in, gently grabbing your arm and pulling you back. “My friends are here. And I can’t help but think we’re putting them in danger.”

“You’re worried about us hurting your friends?” Fury snapped. “Stark gave you a multibillion dollar A.R. tactical intelligence system! Do you know what that’s capable of?”

“Back off, Fury.” You said angrily. Your temper was already spiking, your anger rising with every second. Your slight altercation with Beck already had you on edge. Now you were ready to fight just about anyone. “You don’t get to talk about what my father’s tech is capable of.”

“It’s clear to me that neither of you are ready for this!” He yelled, pointing to both you and Peter.

“Gee, maybe we tried to tell you this!” You replied loudly. “But you had your head too far up your own ass to realize.”

Fury simply waved you off, not even bothering to turn around and face you. You stormed off, slamming past Mysterio as you left. You muttered that he was a fraud when you passed, knowing he would hear you. You knew it was probably not the best idea to provoke anyone, but you didn’t care. You were seeing red. You had made your way to the roof, sitting with your feet over the edge.

“Hey, dad.” You sighed into the phone, the cool European air settling your burning anger.

“What happened?” He asked knowingly.

“Fury.” You laughed bitterly. “He begs us to come help and now that we’re here, even though we don’t want to be here, he says we’re not ready.”

“Hate to say it but maybe you’re not.” He said softly.

“Not you too.”

“Not in any physical way.” He defended. “But mentally. Y/N, you haven’t been anywhere near a fight in eight months, maybe more at this point. All I’m saying is maybe you jumped in head first without taking a test lap.”

“This guy- Beck or Mysterio or whatever he’s calling himself… He said it has to be stopped, despite what it would cost…” Your voice was sad, defeated. All of your anger had melted into despair, loneliness. You felt as if you were really on your own, even though you knew Peter was on your side. “I just want one thing that isn’t gonna threaten my life… Or Peter’s.”

“I wish I could help, hon.” He said honestly. “Morgan misses you.” He tried to cheer you up.

You chuckled slightly. “Yeah, I miss her too… Peter loves E.D.I.T.H., by the way.”

“Yeah, I figured he would.” You could hear the smile on your dad’s face.

“Why did you give her to him?” You asked, Fury’s implication of E.D.I.T.H.’s capabilities swirling in your head. “As the next Tony Stark… What does that mean? Kinda thought that title fell to me...”

“Well, I- I just figured he’d be the next big face of technology and all that. You have Stark Industries as your inheritance, you know that.” He explained. “You’re always gonna be the next Stark, no matter what or who comes up. And I figured he’s gonna be the future of the Avengers, whether we want it or not.”

“But what if Peter doesn’t want that?”

“That’s up to him… Even if he doesn’t take that responsibility, I can’t think of anyone else that I would trust with E.D.I.T.H., not anyone at all. Can you?”

“No…” You smiled softly as Peter came to join you. “No, he’s perfect.”

“I’m guessing he just showed up so I’ll talk to you later. Love you.”

“Forever.”

“And ever.”

“You alright?” Peter asked when you hung up the phone.

“Stop looking at me like that.” You pushed both hands through your hair, letting out a long breath.

“Like what?”

“Like you feel bad for me.” You snapped, turning to face him. “I get enough pity stares from people on the street. I don’t need it from you too.”

“Y/N.” He said carefully, trying to find the right words. Peter didn’t pity you. He was worried. “I’m worried about you.”

“Why?” You scoffed. “It’s the same thing it always is. ‘Come help us save the world and risk everything you care about.’ Just once, I want to go somewhere because I want to. Not cause I have to.”

“That’s not what that was all about.” He nodded towards the building, signalling he was talking about you snapping on Fury. “You wanna tell me what’s really going on?”

“What do you think, Peter?” You sighed tiredly. You were tired of feeling the way you did. You were tired of feeling sad, feeling lost, feeling afraid. You just wanted to be Y/N Stark again.

“I think… I think you need to just... “ Peter struggled to verbalize. He didn’t want to say something like therapy, because he knew you didn’t even like PT. “You need to talk.”

“I need to talk.” You nodded slightly. “Okay. What should I talk about? The fact that everyone doubts me now? The fact that my dad lost his arm when it should’ve been me? The fact that-”

“Woah woah woah.” Peter interjected. Your eyes went slightly wider when you realized what slipped out. “What was the second thing you said?”

“It doesn’t matter.” You tried to cover it.

“Y/N.”

“It should’ve been me!” You yelled. “Alright!? It should’ve been me instead of my dad.”

“You know Mr. Stark wouldn’t have let that happen.” Peter shook his head. “Why should it have been you?”

“I get people hurt, Peter…” You whispered, close to tears. “My dad… You…”

“How- How did you get me hurt?”

“The beach.” You shrugged. “Against Vulture. That night when he dropped a concrete roof on you. If I hadn’t taken your suit, you would’ve-”

“Stop.” He said firmly. “That night wasn’t your fault. I went after Toomes. I went in because I wanted to stop him.”

“Stop him from taking my dad’s stuff. And that only mattered to you because I convinced you to get involved in Avengers drama.”

“What are you talking about?” He asked, not understanding how any of it could be your fault.

“And Titan.” You continued. Your guilt was flowing out like a river. Maybe it wasn’t actually your fault, but it felt like it was. When you traced back the timeline, you felt like it all led back to you. “You would’ve gone home if I wasn’t on that stupid ship.”

“I was gonna get Snapped away anyways.” He said suddenly. His words shocked you into silence, so Peter took his chance to speak. “All of that was going to happen anyways. Nothing would’ve made it any different. If you didn’t take my suit, it would’ve been easier to stop Toomes but I still would’ve had the shit kicked out of me. If you weren’t on that doughnut, I still would’ve stayed. If you hadn’t convinced me to go to Germany, Mr. Stark would’ve done it himself.”

“That doesn’t change the fact that my dad lost his arm because he wanted to bring me back.” You cried.

“You can’t take the blame for that.” He offered. He wasn’t trying to seem tired of the conversation, but he was growing tired of hearing you blame yourself. As much as he loved you, he hated how stubborn you could be. “Doctor Strange said there was only one way we would win, right? So it wasn’t because of anything you did. It was fate, or something.”

“Fate.” You laughed slightly. “Guess you and I were fate too, huh?”

“Nah.” He shook his head with half a smile. “I did that on purpose.”

“Shut up.” You laughed, smacking his chest slightly.

“You know I can do this, right?” He offered. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t wanna.”

“Yeah.” You lied. “Yeah, I know. Sorry for- for freaking out down there and losing it a minute ago.”

“It sounds like you’re still working through everything… Are you sure you’re alright with this? With suiting up again?”

“No.” You laughed nervously. “Everyone expects me to fight, whether I can take it or not. Cause I’m Iron Man’s daughter...  I’m supposed to get up, y’know? Every time, no matter what hurts or how it hurts. I have to get up… But I just-”

“You went through a lot, baby.” He said softly. “It’s okay to not be okay yet.”

“What if I’m not?” You asked honestly. You had to hold back tears talking to him, now more than you did earlier. Your overwhelming emotions won the fight, hot tears falling steadily down your face. “What if I’m never okay?”

“When I got bit, I thought I’d never understand it.” Peter said gently. He suddenly realized this was the first time he saw you cry, the first time he had seen you so broken. He grabbed your hand, holding it tightly. His eyes were forward, looking at the Czech skyline “I thought I’d never be me again… But with a little time and - y’know - understanding, I started to feel okay. Things won’t be the same as they were before Thanos and the Snap… But you have me and your dad. You have your family, Y/N/N. You’ll be okay.”

“I’m so in love with you.” You said softly, softer than you had ever said any words to him. It made his heart flutter. It made his soul feel warm, his entire body alive with the sensation. It felt so different than ‘I love you’. Somehow, this felt deeper, more intimate. “I love you more than anything.”

“Anything?” He smiled widely.

“Anything.” You nodded, leaning your head onto his shoulder.

“I hope I’m not interrupting.” Mysterio said carefully, suddenly in front of you two. You were worried about how much he had heard, but you figured you had bigger fish to fry at the moment. He gauged both of your reactions, your silence and distant stare compared to Peter’s questioning eyes. “I’m sorry. It’s just that Fury asked me to come check on you two. He feels bad about snapping on you.”

You carefully wiped your eyes, not moving from Peter’s side. He kept a tight grip on your hand, your thumb spelling out ‘I love you’ on the back of his hand. You listened to what Beck had to say, not having anything to say in response. You were too distracted by what Peter had said, that things wouldn’t be the same but you had your family. And you had him. It was that moment where you realized that you didn’t just love Peter. You weren’t just in love with Peter. But you had found a home in Peter.

“Wait, really?” Peter asked in shock.

“Do you guys have sarcasm on this Earth?” He joked. Peter chuckled lazily but you ignored it. “How are you guys feeling?”

“Uh…” Peter paused, thinking of what he wanted to say. “I didn’t think we would have to save the world this summer. I know that probably sounds like really messed up but I just-”

“We’ve been through a lot…” You said carefully, watching the words you chose to say in front of Mysterio. “And now I’m here, with the boy that I really like and I was hoping we could have a normal trip, but that’s not gonna happen.”

“You’re not jerks for wanting normal lives.” Beck offered consolidation, sitting on Peter’s other side. “It’s a hard life. You see things. You make choices. People look up to you… Even if you win the battle, sometimes they die. I like you two. You’re good kids. Part of me wants to tell you both to run away from this, but the other part knows what we’re going to fight, what’s at stake. And I’m glad you’re here.”

“Yeah, me too.” Peter said with a small nod.

“But your friends.”

“I’ll get them inside.” You offered, clearing your throat and trying to gather your wits. “I’ll try to keep them somewhere safe for a few hours. And then I’ll meet you out there.”

“Y/N?” Beck spoke up, drawing your attention. “I heard about what you and your dad went through. I think it’s very brave for you to help us.”

“I’m not doing this for you.” You rolled your eyes, tapping your bracelets together. “I’m doing this for my family.”

With that remark, you slid off the roof towards the ground. Your suit had you covered with plenty of room to spare so you headed off to survey the area. The carnival was taking up most of the city’s center, but there was an opera house a few blocks away.

Being in your suit again, you felt safe. You couldn’t deny the comforting feeling of the nanites, the familiar feel of cutting through the night air. You had yearned for those feelings, for something that felt normal. For anything that made you feel like you weren’t limited. And in your suit, flying over Prague, you felt unlimited.

“Hey F.R.I.D.A.Y.? Any operas in Prague tonight?” You said, looking at the ornate building that you recognized as the opera house.

“How many tickets do you need?” The automated voice responded.

So, with Peter’s teachers getting the tickets and his friends accounted for, you met up with him at the carnival. You let him know where they were and that you told his teachers he wasn’t feeling well. One of them, Mr. Harrington, insisted on going to check on him but you promised to stay with Peter through the night, which wasn’t a lie.

“How’s the suit?” Fury asked over comms.

“Suit’s great.” Peter replied.

“It’s ugly.” You cut in bluntly, F.R.I.D.A.Y. having tuned into their frequency.

“It’s a little tight around the old web-shooter.” Peter joked, making you laugh.

“Parker!” Fury scolded.

“All I’m saying is that Stark suits don’t ride up like that. Cause that’s not fun for either of us.” You continued your critique, standing on a ledge of the bell tower that Peter was on. “Which is why he will only be wearing Stark suits after this fiasco is over.”

“Seriously, Stark?” Fury nagged. “Now is the time to stroke your ego?”

“No time like the present.” You responded easily.

“We have a problem, Boss.” F.R.I.D.A.Y. spoke to you.

“Go time, isn’t it?” You asked, noting steam coming from the fountain at the center of the carnival.

“Seismic activity spiking. Ned, Betty, and Michelle just showed up too.”

“Shit.” You muttered, gliding around the tower to Peter. “We have three problems.” You tried to tell him. Before you could explain, the Fire Elemental burst through the fountain. “Okay, make it four problems,”

Peter and Mysterio busied themselves fighting it and trying to keep it away from the bigger structures. You helped get people out of harm’s way, directing panicked traffic and yanking people from debris.

“I need a scan of that thing now.” You told your A.I. quickly. “This is gonna be the only chance to see what kind of a show Beck is really putting on.”

“On it.” F.R.I.D.A.Y. confirmed. A few moments later, she spoke again. “I’m not picking up any natural life. It’s like it isn’t even there.”

“It’s definitely there.” You commented, cutting through a large piece of concrete that was headed towards you. You saw Michelle heading down an alley, knowing you had to protect her and Peter’s other friends first. “I don’t know… Robotics? Holograms?”

“Could be. I’m detecting some electrical signals.”

“How is fire putting off electrical signals?” You asked out loud, landing in front of MJ. Your mask fell away as you spoke to her. “Are you okay? What happened to the opera?”

“What the hell is going on?” She asked breathlessly.

“I don’t know.” You admitted. “Where’s Ned and Betty?”

“Up there.” She pointed to the peak of the Ferris Wheel. You saw Peter and Mysterio handling the Fire monster near the attraction. “What is this?” She mumbled, picking something from the ground. Looking over, you saw her pick up a mechanical object.

“Got something.” An image flashed inside your helmet before Beck launched himself into the fire monster. “A flock of projectors.”

“A projector…?” You muttered in confusion. You quickly recognized the object in her hands as a projector. “MJ, it’s a projector! Holy shit. Okay, take this with you back to the hotel and I’ll meet you there. Do not lose this and don’t show it to anyone.”

“Okay.” She nodded quickly. “Wait, what about Peter?”

“What about him?”

“Isn’t he at the hotel?”

“Oh!” You remembered your lie. “Yeah, he’s sleeping but I got the call about this and had to deal with it.”

She nodded before running off towards the hotel.

“Put everything on Beck and his Elementals in a folder. Send it to dad and after that, lock it away with retinal scan entry. I’ll get it when I need it.” You told your A.I. as you saw Fury walk up to Beck and Peter.

“Sure thing.”

“There’s a void in this world for someone like you.” Fury told Beck as you walked up.

You stood beside Peter, your suit now placing itself back in its housing units. You waited, listening to what Fury had to say. You tapped your glasses, recording the interaction to put in the folder you were sending your dad. Maybe he could recognize the man.

“You two got gifts.” Fury spoke to you and Peter. “But neither of you wanted to be here.”

“What the hell did you just offer him?” You asked in disbelief.

“I’d love to have you in Berlin too.” Fury continued. “But y’all need to decide whether you’re going to step up or not.”

“The way my dad did, right? When he led your Avengers against Loki in - what was it? - 2012?” You laughed. “You want me because of my dad. Not for me and what I’m capable of.”

“Stark chose this life. He made you and him-” He pointed to Peter. “-Avengers. I need that. The world needs that… Or maybe Stark was wrong.”

At that point, you couldn’t hold back your anger. In one swift movement, you threw a hard right hook. It connected with Fury’s face, sending the man stumbling back into Beck’s arms. Peter quickly grabbed your arm and pulled you back.

The tears filling your eyes weren’t from pain. You weren’t upset or sad about what Fury had said. You were pissed. What you didn’t see was the way Peter was looking at you.

He still didn’t pity you, but he understood what that moment entailed for you. He felt that same deep, hollow feeling that came so quickly there was no way to fight it. He felt that when he was on the ferry and couldn’t fix it, and it was even worse when you and Tony took his suit. He knew what it felt like when you questioned yourself, questioned if you were doing enough. But Peter just couldn’t get you to see that you had met and exceeded your dad’s expectations.

“His portrait is everywhere since he managed to bring everyone back.” You began carefully. “There are murals of him on every building, in every city. Everywhere I look, I see him. If he made a mistake, he would’ve said something. Because unlike you, he’s not afraid to own up to his mistakes and do better.”

“You’re just a kid, Y/N.” Fury argued. “Your dad knew better than to let you on this damn team.”

“You have a problem with me? That’s fine.” You said firmly. “But you are not going to stand in front of me and tell me that my dad was wrong in trusting us! What I am able to accomplish because my dad trusts me is nothing short of astonishing. But you’ll never see that, because you can’t get past this absurd vision that there needs to be a superhero team at the ready. You want a team so bad? Why don’t you call the woman that inspired this whole thing? Call Danvers and have her lead some dysfunctional group of superheroes. Because that man-” You pointed to Mysterio. “-isn’t even fit to work for my family’s business, let alone try to save the world.”

“Come on.” Peter said gently, pulling you away. “Don’t listen to him, okay? You know he’s just trynna get in your head.”

“I sacrificed everything to save your ass and millions of others.” You kept ranting. “My dad and I nearly died to bring all of you back. And for what? To have you stand in front of me and doubt what my dad has done? That’s bullshit. Never disrespect my family and my dad's legacy ever again. Fuck you, Nick.” You spat before falling into Peter’s grip.

“Let’s get a drink.” Beck offered, nodding for you and Peter to follow.

“I’m not 21!” Peter called.

“Drinking age in Prague is 18.” You told him tiredly with a shake of your head, rubbing your eyes as a cover to end the recording. You were emotionally drained, wanting to go back to the hotel and sleep for a year. 

“I’m not 18!” Peter corrected.

“Just go, Peter.” You sighed.

“I’d like for both of you to come.” Beck added. “We did a good thing today. We should celebrate.”

You gave in to Peter’s gentle stare, letting him take your hand and guide you. You both followed Beck to a bar a few blocks over. You tapped your glasses as you sat at the counter, running over your information while Beck and Peter chatted. F.R.I.D.A.Y. showed you that every face in that bar was familiar, an old Stark Industries employee. You didn’t believe that every old employee would move to Prague and start a bar. At least, the faces that were real people.

“Sync screens with E.D.I.T.H.” You mumbled. “Retinal scan confirmation from E.D.I.T.H. first.”

“What do you want, Peter Parker? Right now, I know you’re thinking about it.” Beck pressed.

“I want to go on my trip.” Peter cut in. “I want to go to the top of the Eiffel Tower with the girl I really like-” Peter reached over and squeezed your hand gently, as if to say he was talking about you. “-and just be there with her.”

“But you’re not gonna do that, are you?”

“I have too much responsibility.” Peter sighed.

“I think we could make it happen.” You nudged him with a smile, to which he offered a bright smile of his own. “And if not on this trip, I’m sure I could pencil in another.”

“One without fire monsters, preferably.” Peter teased.

“What about a Stark/Parker family vacation?” You offered, your voice raw from screaming at Fury and all of the dust and ash thrown around in the fight earlier. “A little romance for us, a getaway for the adults. And a culturally enriching experience for Maguna.”

“Culturally enriching?” Peter laughed.

“Well unless she has a little boy toy to bring I had to find something for her.” You smiled lazily.

A woman handed Peter his glasses, saying something to him you didn’t understand. Beck asked about them, telling Peter to try them on. Peter was nervous for Beck’s response, the look on Mysterio’s face showing he wasn’t a fan. You were more concerned with how he could have dropped E.D.I.T.H. and not have noticed. How did you not notice?

“They look really stupid.” Beck commented.

“My dad made those for Peter specifically.” You cut in, trying to buy time for him to see what F.R.I.D.A.Y. was showing you since he had the glasses on. “I don’t think you’re in any position to comment on them.”

“What do you have against me?” He asked, leaning around Peter to see you.

You scoffed, looking over at Peter to see his eyes go slightly wider. He looked to you to confirm what you were showing, a small nod signaling he was seeing the right things. “I haven’t liked you since the moment I heard you speak. This whole thing is very convenient and choreographed so forgive me if I’m not jumping for joy that you’re around.”

“If I wasn’t here-”

“If you weren’t here, we wouldn’t be here either.” You smiled bitterly. “None of this would be here, believe it or not.”

You pushed yourself up, turning to leave. Peter was quickly behind you, asking you about what he had seen through E.D.I.T.H. from your links screens. You two walked to the hotel, stopping only for him to get out of the black suit. He didn’t ask about what happened before you two went to the bar, figuring you’d tell him when you were ready.

He knew you were still processing a lot. He also knew that Fury took it too far by even suggesting that Tony had made a mistake by making you an Avenger. You only wanted to help your family, and you never made mistakes when it came to that. You were probably the best Avenger on the team. There was no doubt in his mind about that.

When you got back to his hotel room, you added the video file and the scan from the bar to the folder you sent to your dad. You added a note saying ‘Please ignore my breakdown at the end of the vid. I’m good :)’. You dropped your glasses and your bracelets on the bedside table and laid flat, letting out a deep breath. You felt the bed dip beside you and saw Peter laying next to you.

“You alright?” He asked simply. It felt like the millionth time you had heard those words leave Peter’s lips in the past 24 hours.

“Do you think my dad was wrong about letting me be an Avenger?” You replied, tears threatening to fall again. Only this time, the tears were from sadness. You knew that your dad partly regretted letting you put on the suit, mainly because of the permanent damage to your arm. But before that, he didn’t seem to regret the choice. You always did good, right? “Was Fury right?” Your voice broke.

“Wh- Y/N, no.” Peter answered quickly, propping himself up on an elbow. “Of course not, baby. Tony knew what he was doing when he let you put that suit on.”

“He has done so much for me, my dad.” You began, staring at the ceiling. Different memories flashed as you spoke. “He has sacrificed so much for me. I guess I owe it to him - to everyone - to pick up the mantle as Iron Man.”

“Tony said he wanted me to be better, right? Remember that day?”

“Yeah.” You chuckled slightly. “You went home in Hello Kitty pajamas and a tourist shirt.”

“That’s besides the point.” He smiled. “My point is, Tony has high expectations for both of us. And you-” He took your hand in his. “You have done right by him every single time. You’re the better one between the two of us, but you don’t owe anybody anything.”

“Everyone wants me to live up to that legacy.”

“What do you want?”

“I want…” You thought for a moment. You had no idea what you wanted in regards to hero work. But you did know one thing for sure. “I want to spend whatever time is left on this trip with you. I want to be happy and make memories. I want to go to the top of the Eiffel Tower and...” You stopped, realizing what was the main thing you wanted. “Right now I just want you, Peter Parker.”

He smiled softly, inching higher to lean against the headboard. “You know, I kinda like when you say my whole name.”

“Oh really?” You laughed, the sad feeling in your heart melting away. Only Peter could make you feel better, even at your lowest. “You like when I call you Peter Parker?”

“Yeah, I kinda do.” He laughed, wrapping an arm around your hips and pulling you to him. “It just sounds so good coming from you.”

“Hmm.” You hummed happily, rolling to straddle your boyfriend. “I love you, Peter Parker. More than anything.”

“Anything?”

“Anything…” You paused, waiting for Michelle to knock on the door. “I’m not gonna lie though… It felt kinda good to have the suit on again.” You admitted.

“Yeah?” He asked softly, a proud smirk on his lips. “You think you’re gonna get back into it?”

“Not sure.” You sighed. “I just know it was the most normal I’ve felt since I came back. I love helping people, but I don’t know what I really want yet.”

“Y/N, when you jumped off the roof today, you didn’t hesitate.” Peter argued gently. “If that’s when you feel happiest, when you feel whole. It’s not something you should give up.”

“Does that make my suit a crutch?” You worried. “Maybe I’m too dependent on it as a safety net and I can’t be without it.”

“What was it that you told me on the roof before the Hello Kitty pajamas?” He pretended he forgot. “Oh! If you’re nothing without the suit, then you shouldn’t have it.”

“And you’re telling me this why?”

“Because. I met you without the suit. I know you without the suit.”

“Without my suit, I’m-”

“You’re Y/N Stark.” He interrupted. “I had a crush on you since I first saw you on TV, and that was well before any suit. When you came to my room to talk me into going to Germany, you didn’t have the suit. When you showed up at my school after fighting on the beach, you didn’t have the suit.”

“Are you trying to convince me to keep the suit or ditch it?” You squinted in suspicion, smiling slightly.

“All I’m trying to say.” He chuckled. “Is that you’re more than a suit. I learned it the hard way, but you’ve always known that. Your heart is what makes you who you are, and your heart is what wants to save people.”

“What if it’s only good for hurting the people around me?”

“How many times has wearing that suit saved your life?” He countered. His expression showing he was tired of the circular conversation.

Obviously, Peter was going to support whatever you decided to do. But to him, it just seemed like what he was saying was going in one ear and out the other. Peter honestly felt like he was talking to a wall, but he knew it was no fault of your own. After what happened last time you put on the suit, of course you’d be hesitant to commit to it again. He just knew how important having the option to wear your suit was to you. And he could tell that you felt that you didn’t have that option anymore.

“More times than I care to admit…” You mulled it over. “I think I do want to start up again… It’s risky, but I’ve known that. It saved me and my dad eight months ago, and I think that’s why I want to put it on. But, I’m just… scared.”

“The amount of time you’ve cheated death already makes me think you’re invincible.” Peter tried to lighten the mood. “Nothing bad is going to happen to you while I’m around.”

“You gonna be my hero, Peter Parker?” You smiled widely, tilting your head in admiration.

“I’ll be whatever you need me to be.” He said proudly, a smirk on his face.

Your phone rang in your pocket so answered it, not moving from your position. Peter toyed with your free hand while you talked to your dad.

“B.A.R.F.” He said when you answered.

“Barf?” You repeated.

“B.A.R.F.” He confirmed.

“Okay but I have no idea what you mean.”

“Binarily Augmented Retro-Framing.” Your dad explained.

“Oh! B.A.R.F.” You realized.

“The guy who worked with us on it? Remember him? Yeah, that’s who’s in the fish bowl.”

“Wait, didn’t you have to fire him cause he was-”

“Unstable.” You and your dad said at the same time.

“That’s exactly what those ‘Elementals’ are. Projections.” Your dad continued. “Also, you put the suit on again. How’d it feel?”

“Terrifyingly normal.” You admitted. “I didn’t think I could or would want to do it again… Tonight might’ve been the push I needed to make a real decision.”

“Which is?”

“I’m making a comeback.” You laughed slightly. “As long as I have you and Peter to support me, I can do anything.”

“What about your mom?” Your dad teased. “We both know I’m your favorite, but I think you’re gonna have to change sides cause she can’t have both her daughters being daddy’s girls.”

“I was born first so Morgan is gonna have to switch.”

“I don’t know. I think she’s giving you a run for your money.”

“Anyways!” You laughed.

“What’s he saying?” Peter asked from beneath you.

“Beck’s a fraud but we figured that out.” You told Peter before returning to your dad. “Fury trusts this guy. He wants to bring Beck to Berlin, help convince some council to form Avengers 2.0. Which means Pete and I are going to Berlin, aren’t we?”

“You’re gonna need Fury on your side.” Your dad sighed. “Take him the folder you sent me and then call me. I’ll show him what I can find in the archives and hope that’ll convince him.”

“Thanks.” You said as a knock sounded on the door. “Gotta go Pops. I still better be your favorite when I get back! Morgan is cute but she isn’t that cute! Love you forever.”

“And ever.” He laughed. “And behave!”

“Who-” Peter began to ask as you climbed off of him to open the door. Ned and Michelle walked in, the drone in hand and shutting the door behind them. “What are they doing here?”

“You’re Spiderman.” Michelle pointed at Peter.

“What?” Peter said softly as you sat on the bed with him again. You climbed next to him, leaning into his chest and placing both of his arms over your shoulders. “No, I’m not Spiderman.”

“I mean, I’ve been watching you for a while.” She said plainly. “It’s kinda obvious.” You nodded slightly in agreement, wondering how no one had caught on yet.

“I’m not Spiderman.” He insisted. “What makes you think I’m Spiderman?”

You had to bite back your laughter. Ned was sitting in a chair across the room, smiling widely as Peter was flustered.

“Washington?” She said as if it was obvious. “The fact that you disappear all the time for no reason?”

“Yeah, I was sick. Remember, I had the uh- The tummy?”

“Susan Yang thinks you’re a male escort.”

That time you had to laugh.

“Of course I’m not a male escort.” Peter defended, covering your mouth to stop your laughter.

“Then you’re Spiderman.”

“I’m not Spiderman. At all.”

“Okay, so what about tonight?” She challenged. “You stayed at the hotel claiming you were sick and Y/N was looking out for you. She comes out to the carnival to fight that thing and I saw you there, too. I mean, Night Monkey?”

“Yeah, who came up with that?” You cut in, moving Peter’s hands from your mouth.

“I was under pressure!” Ned defended.

“Ned!” Peter scolded.

“You couldn’t have seen me cause I’m not Spiderman.” He tried desperately.

“So Night Monkey and Spiderman use the same webs?” She asked, tossing the projector to the bed in front of you two.

As Peter and Michelle continued their conversation as to Peter’s alter ego, you toyed with the projector. You removed the webbing, allowing the drone to spread out and activate. It jumped from your hands, showing the Air Elemental swiping it’s arm through you.

“These are advanced.” You exclaimed.

“But there- there was fire and destruction.” Peter reasoned. “How could someone do something like that?”

“B.A.R.F.” You said with a shrug. When Ned and Michelle stared blankly, you explained. “Binarily Augmented Retro-Framing, but this version of it is paired with some sort of weaponized drone to create real damage. It was a partnered Stark Industry project, something my dad used for an MIT presentation, but the co-creator was a nutcase so we scrapped it. Dad cut him loose and now he’s claiming Quentin Beck, a.k.a. Mysterio, as his new identity.”

“So I am Spiderman.” Peter said quickly. “And we need to do something about this.”

“We can go to Fury soon as possible.” You said, leaving Peter’s embrace to grab your glasses and see his flight details. “You’re not supposed to leave until 11 A.M but you’ll miss the flight no matter what. One of them-” You gestured to Ned and Michelle. “-will tell your teachers you stayed and are gonna fly back with me. But we have to go tonight if we’re gonna get to Berlin.”

“I need my suit.” Peter jumped up, quickly pulling his shirt over his head. He paused at his pants, staring at Michelle with wide eyes.

“Oh, so you can be shirtless in front of M.J. but I’m shirtless to cover your ass in front of Brad-” You joked before Ned cut in. Michelle turned so Peter could finish changing as Ned spoke.

“You were shirtless in front of Brad?” He said loudly.

You waved your hand to dismiss it. “I had to cover Peter’s pants being on the floor.”

“This isn’t the same thing, Y/N, and you know it.” Peter said, mild annoyance tinting his voice.

“The fact that you have to wear that suit is the real issue here.” You commented, using your glasses to get a ride to Berlin. “We’ve gotta get to the train station. Next train to Berlin is in about twenty minutes.”

“Ned, call May. Have her call Mr. Harrington and tell him I’m staying with Y/N in Berlin.” Peter said as he hurried his friends out the room. You placed your bracelets on your wrist again, tapping them to suit up. The familiar feeling sending adrenaline through your veins. Yeah, you were ready to pick up where you left off.

“So cool.” Ned said in awe as your suit covered your body. “Wait, Y/N!”

“Yeah?” You asked, sitting in the open window, now fully suited and ready to go.

“Do you have like, a superhero name? Oh! Do you need a guy in the chair?”

“A guy in the…” You repeated slowly, wondering why on Earth he thought now was the time to bring that up. Peter offered you a look that asked you to be nice. You knew Ned was just excited and meant no harm, but his timing was terrible. “No, I don’t have a name and no, I don’t need anyone in a chair for me. That’s what I got F.R.I.D.A.Y. for.”

You leaned back, falling from the window to the streets below. You let yourself fall a few feet before igniting your stabilizers and guiding the swinging Peter to the train station.

[probably-writing-x]

Impossible to miss.

Arón Piper x Reader

Request by anon: heyyy could be able to write an Aron Piper imagine where him & the reader are married & they have a child & Aron has to go away for something he’s filming & it happens to fall under his child’s birthday but he surprises him & the reader at the end? I know it’s not much detail but feel free to make it your own :)

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Requests are open 🤍

“So, what did they say?” You ask excitedly as Arón hangs up on the phone call.

“They want me to start filming as soon as possible,” He grins, slightly off from the excitement you’d expect.

You squeal and run up to hug him, “Thats amazing, babe! God I’m so proud of you!”

He returns the gesture but you can tell that something’s not right.

“What is it? You’re happy right? I mean you wanted that part...”

“Yeah, no, god yeah I wanted the part. But they want me to start filming next week, and I’ll be filming for at least three months, likely longer...”

“So you’ll be away for Maya’s birthday,” You return, “Thats why.”

“I can see whether they could delay filming for a few months or I c-“

“Babe, no,” You stop him, cupping his cheek, “Go whenever they need you and I’ll still celebrate her birthday with her. We can FaceTime you from the party and she’ll be able to see you, and then when you’re home we can all celebrate together again. Okay?”

“Are you sure?” He sighs, frowning a little.

You smile and kiss him quickly, “Go and be a movie star, honey.”

- - - - - -

It had now been just over a month since Arón had gone off to start filming. He’d stayed in contact every single day, made sure to text you as often as possible and call at least every other day. Sometimes he’d call so that he could see Maya, your daughter, and other times he’d call so you two could watch movies together late at night. You made it work, as you always did. But as Mayas third birthday approached, she was becoming increasingly aware of the fact that her (favourite) parent wouldn’t be there to celebrate.

“Are you excited for tomorrow baby?” You smile as you change her into her pyjamas for the night.

“Is Daddy going to come home?” She frowns, sitting down on the edge of the bed to let you dry her growing curls.

You pause with the towel over her head and sigh, “No, honey, he’s still filming. But you’ll have all of your friends there, and all of your family, and you’ll get lots of presents and you’ll be the superhero of the day, okay?”

She smiles at the idea and nods, “And I can see Daddy soon?”

“You can see him really soon,” You assure her, “And we can tell him all about your party.”

“Yeah!” She exclaims, before going on to ramble all about the plans for her party and all of the friends she’d have for the day.

It breaks your heart to hear her talk about Arón not being there. And you know it would break his heart too. But his job always came first, and you’d reminded him of that ever since the two of you first became parents. Sure, your family was important to both of you. But acting was his passion and he was in the prime of his success with his career that you couldn’t possibly let him jeapordise that. This was just the first time where it felt like you weren’t the only one affected by him not being home. And that hurt a lot more than every other time he’d been gone.

“Can I see Daddy tonight?” Maya asks as you finish drying her hair.

You see the hope in her eyes and find it impossible to dispute, “How about we call him and see if he’s free? But he might be busy darling so remember-“

“He night not pick up,” She finishes the line for you as she shuffles up to the top of yours and Arón’s bed and sits patiently waiting for him to answer the FaceTime.

You let out a breath of relief when it says it’s connecting and his face soon pops up on the screen,

“Hello girls!” He grins brightly at the sight of both of you, “This is a nice surprise!”

“Daddy!” Maya grins, jumping over your lap to stick her face right in front of the screen.

He gasps, “Isn’t it past your bedtime Maya Piper?”

She giggles, “Mummy said I could stay up later today.”

“Well Mummy is clearly a bad influence,” Arón shakes his head, “Are you all ready for tomorrow?”

Maya starts to ramble once again about her plans, stumbling over her words a few times as she speaks with such built up excitement.

“Sounds amazing sweetie, you’re going to have the best time,” Arón smiles fondly, laughing as she sticks her head in front of the camera again.

“Daddy why can’t you come home to see me?” She pouts, fiddling with the material of her onesie.

Arón frowns gently and you two make pained eye contact through the screen, “Because, Maya, I’m still busy working - you remember I told you? Daddy’s on a really big project right now and I can’t come back for a little while, but I promise you I’ll be home as soon as possible, okay?”

She nods slightly, “Pinky promise?”

Arón sticks his pinky finger toward the screen and kisses the other side of his hand, “Cross my heart.”

“Say bye to Daddy, we’ll speak to him tomorrow yeah?” You suggest, “Text me in the morning?”

“Yeah of course,” Arón encourages, “I’ll speak to you tomorrow. I love you.”

“Love you too Daddy!” Maya speaks up, waving at the screen and blowing kisses.

“I love both of you,” Arón looks back at you, smiling at you with that pained look where you both knew you were missing each other a little more than what felt bearable.

“Love you too, good night.”

You hang up the FaceTime and set your phone down on the side.

“How about you sleep in Mummy’s bed tonight?” You suggest to your little girl who looks at you with a bright grin.

She snuggles into the sheets and you do too, wrapping your arms around her.

“He’ll be back soon Mummy,” She mumbles through a yawn, “He pinky promised.”

You let out a breath and squeeze her a little tighter, “Yeah, soon.”

- - - - - -

The following day, you’re at the hall for Maya’s party which has been set up in her chosen theme - superheroes. She was already running around with a Batman costume on that Arón had bought her a couple of months ago. And a few of her friends were already here dressed in their own costumes too.

You’d been busy greeting people as they arrived, keeping an eye on Maya as she became engulfed by the ecstatic feeling of her own party.

“Hey (Y/n)!” Miguel calls as he and Mina walk through the door, both carrying presents, “Sorry we’re a bit late.”

“Oh, no that’s okay,” You smile, hugging him, “Thank you so much for coming.”

“Of course! I bet she’s so excited!” Mina grins, “Look at her!!”

“Yeah, she’s so happy! She really wanted Arón to be here but I think she’s distracted enough now,” You laugh, “I would try to bring her over but she hasn’t stopped playing on that bouncy castle.”

“Don’t be silly, we’ll say hi when we can,” Miguel encourages, “Here, Omar’s over there - lets go say hi.”

They walk over to where a couple of their cast mates were stood, all here to celebrate the birthday of the girl they treated as a niece.

You check up on the food and check that everybody is settling in okay to the party before actually relaxing yourself, getting a drink and walking over to mingle and talk to everybody.

You try to relax into it all, but it still feels like something is missing. Something very prominent. You should have Arón’s arm around you as you talk to your parents, or have him joke about having a second child as you talk to your friends. It felt so empty, even in a room full of people, without having him there.

Just then, as you’re about to find Maya to tell her to come and say hello to a few people, you’re stopped by an abrupt entrance at the front door. The door bursts open and someone dressed as Spider-Man is stood on the other side.

“What the f-“ You stop yourself, glancing around at everyone with evident confusion.

Miguel walks over and chuckles a little, “Who could that be?”

“I didn’t order a-“ You go to hurry forward to stop whoever this person was but Miguel holds your shoulder to keep you back.

“Don’t worry, something tells me you’ll want to see this,” He comments, nodding his head in the direction of the moving superhero.

Instantly, Maya is fascinated as she hurries over to see him, looking up at the costumes person with a bright grin.

“Spider-Man!” She exclaims, “You’re my second favourite superhero.”

The man crouches down in front of her and smiles, “Only second favourite?”

“My Daddy’s favourite is Spiderman but he’s not here,” Maya explains hurriedly.

“Well, you’ll have to tell him you met Spiderman then won’t you?” He continues, before reaching up and pulling the mask off from the back of his head. You recognise the shaven head instantly, your heart dropping at the sight.

“Daddy!” Maya squeals with more excitement than this party could ever give her.

She instantly wraps her arms around him as he lifts her into his lap and squeezes her tightly.

“Happy Birthday honey!” Arón laughs, kissing her forehead.

She pulls the costume from his body like she’s trying to make sure it really is him as she runs excitedly around to tell her friends about how her Daddy has surprised her.

You walk over and stand in front of where he was sat on the ground, just as dumbfounded yourself.

He stands up quickly and lets a smile overtake his features brightly. You let out a laugh and step to wrap your arms around him, holding him tight against you like you too were trying to convince yourself it was actually him.

You pull away momentarily to ask, “What the hell are you doing here?”

“I couldn’t miss it (Y/n), I couldn’t miss her birthday,” He shakes his head, “So I spoke to Miguel this morning and planned it so I could get here on time, drove the whole way back.”

You laugh again and pull him back to you, “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too,” He mumbles, leaning back so he can kiss your lips.

“Mummy, Daddy!” Maya pulls on the material of your trousers, “This is the best birthday ever!”

He bends down to lift her into his arm as she wraps both of her tiny arms around each of you. Your little family, reunited.

[drunk-onsunlight]

Day #12 of Promptmas

Chapter 12: Baby, It's cold outside

Summary:

The gang wish you all a Merry Christmas. Enjoy some presents unwrapping and some final battle with a few villains

Notes:

Merry Christmas!!!! Hope you all enjoyed this fic as much as I enjoyed writting it. All your love and comments are hugely appreciated. Finally, thanks @spiderman-homecomeme for being huge part of why I’m back at writting. Hope you know you inspire a lot of people! Keep shinning :D

Concept: Opening presents

Dialogue: “Merry Christmas” & “Do you like it?” “I love it” & “Why are you staring at me?” “Nothing… you just look really cute right now”

December 25th

Peter is awakened by a knock on the door. He can hear someone speaking but he is too sleep to comprehend what it’s happening. He snuggles further into the warm and goes back to sleep but a few moments later someone kept knocking on the door.

“Damn. Who’s not getting the idea that I want to sleep late?” MJ said and pulled Peter closer

“PETER! MJ! WE NEED TO OPEN THE GIFTS!!!! COME ON!! WAKE UP!!!” Now Peter got who was calling their door

“We should go, Em. She is going to throw that door if we don’t go out” Peter yawn and MJ stretched out on the bed

“Hey peanut” Peter opened the door and Morgan ran to the bed and started jumping on it

“WE CAN OPEN THE PRESENTS NOW! LET’S GO! MJ WAKE UP”

“I’m awake. We can go!” MJ did her best getting out of bed with Morgan jumping on the bed

Peter took a hoodie from his bag before joining Morgan and MJ to the living room. Everyone was already there but nobody looked fully awake, just Morgan.

“Morning everyone” Peter said hi and everyone mumbled a few things back at him

“Do we have coffee?” MJ was looking at everything on the coffee table

“Yes. We have some here” Happy offered them two mugs with warm coffee and they took it

“Can we open the presents now mom? We are all here!” Morgan was jumping next to the tree. Peter haven’t noticed but the tree was actually full of packages

“Yeap. You can distribute them and open yours” After Pepper gave her approval, Morgan grabbed the gift that was closer to her.

“This one is from Peter to my dad” Morgan handed the package to tony and he started opening it

“Aww. This is so cute! Thanks Pete. I’m putting them on the lab” Tony placed the Iron Man and Spider-Man plushies next to him on the couch. Morgan picked a second package

“This one is for Uncle Happy” He received the big present and opened it

“Morgan this is amazing! Thank you little one” Happy started to show May all the bakery supplies Morgan got him. Then she grabbed two presents and hand it them to May and Pepper. They opened broke the paper and opened the shoe boxes Morgan got for them. May gasped at the heels and Pepper kissed Morgan’s check to thank her

“This little one is from Peter to Betty” Betty took the little box and when she opened she found a blue bridal hair comb. The comb was silver with little silver and sapphire blue leaves

“Peter this is beautiful. Thank you so much!” When Ned tried to look at what was in the box Betty closed it “You can’t see it yet, Ned”

“Morgan helped me find it. I thought you would need something blue” Morgan lifted another package and announced that it was from Tony to Pepper. Pepper took the letter size package, everyone was expecting Pepper to open it and when she did, two plain tickets to India

“India?” Morgan read and asked her dad

“India like Uttaranchal because your mom haven’t stop talking about how much she would like to go to that amazing place where they have yoga and meditation classes and a beautiful spa. So yes, India”

“You were actually paying attention to my rambling about Uttaranchal”

“I’m always paying attention to you. No matter what you’re doing or what I’m doing” Pepper kissed Tony and thanked him for the trip. They do needed to relax a little bit

Morgan kept grabbing presents and giving them to their respective owners. Happy gave May a beautiful pearl necklace and May gave Happy a gastronomic tour for New York. Betty gave Peter a new lens for his camera and Ned gave Peter a new intercom for the suit. Morgan gave his dad her present and he totally loved it and even told Pepper he was going to wear those Iron Man shorts to their trip. Pepper gave Tony a free pass to get as many cheese burgers as he wanted over the year. Then Morgan found one of her presents

“This is for me!!” She started to tear the wrapping paper and found the Rescue helmet she used to wear a few years back as a toy

“We talked and decided it’s time for you to have it” Pepper explained to Morgan when she looked at them trying to find an explanation “You are always with your dad on the lab, you played with this a few years back. We think it’s time for you to have it. I can’t take that away from you”

“That doesn’t mean you can start using it now. You will need training and mentoring. It’s just an approval of what you can and eventually will do” After Tony and Pepper talked Morgan threw herself at them and kissed their checks

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!! Peter can be my mentor, dad? And you of course!”

“I would love that peanut” Peter offered his help and Morgan blew him a kiss. Morgan went back to the gifts. MJ gave Betty a swimsuit and Ned gave her tickets to the Philippines to meet the rest of his family. MJ also gave May and Happy and Pepper and Tony some spa reservations. After a while, Morgan noticed there were missing presents

“Peter. Where is MJ’s present? Please tell me you didn’t forget to pick it up”

“No I didn’t forget it. It’s on my pocket” He pulled a small round box from his hoddie and gave it to MJ

“Merry Christmas, Em” MJ opened the box and found a necklace. A black glass Dahlia was between a soft fabrics. She took it out of the box and the Dahlia shinned in front of her. She didn’t say anything and Peter was starting to worry about it, maybe she didn’t like it

“Do you like it?” He had to ask or he was going to die of embarrassment right there in front of everyone. Peter was overthinking about the necklace until MJ finally spoke

“I love it” MJ moved her eyes from the necklace to Peter and without another word gave him a soft kiss on the lips. “My present for you is quite confidential so I have it in my bag” Everyone was looking at them with soft eyes and Morgan was too focused on the last gifts there were under the tree. All of them were for here. May gave her a dress Morgan saw on internet and wanted to get. Pepper gave her the same free pass she gave to Tony so they could go together without Tony sharing his pass. May and Happy gave her some science equipment she could use to not monopolize his dad’s lab and start her own.

After they finished open all the presents, Peter noticed MJ didn’t gave Morgan a present

“Morgan, can you come with me please? Peter, come with us?” MJ called Morgan and the two girls walked out of the living room with Peter close by. MJ lead them to their room and closed the door behind them

“Morgan, remember what I told you about trusting people with big secrets?” MJ asked Morgan while looking for something on her bag

“Yeap” Morgan nodded while looking at MJ

“Well, I have something to tell you. For me trust is a huge gift that I don’t give to everyone. And what I’m about to share with you, I hope will be part of your new journey with the nice suit your parents gave you” Right there, Peter understood what was on her bag

“Have you heard something about someone people is calling Black Cat?” MJ asked and Morgan turned to look at Peter

“She knows who I am Peanut” Morgan showed how surprised she was at the information and nodded to MJ

“I know she was stealing some money and things from other people but I saw her on the news a few days ago. She wasn’t hurting anyone and she left with you Peter” As much as she talked, Morgan started to realize what was happening “You are Black Cat, MJ”

“I am. And I know you have seen some things but I’m doing it to help” While MJ spoke, she pulled her leather suit out of her bag along with a folder full of papers “This is your present Peter” She handed him the folder and he found a way of ending Prowler along with his fellows.

“This folder has all the documents you need to put them in jail. I can’t do it or they will link all of this to Miles but you can do it. If you knock them like last time and enough time for the police to get them, they are going to jail and we will be fine, Miles will be save” Peter overlooked the papers and found bank statements, mails and chats with Dr. Ock’s plans.

“Who’s Miles?” Peter and MJ forgot that Morgan was still with them until she spoke. When they looked at her, she was wearing MJ’s Black Cat mask and wig

“A friend. The reason behind all I did. The equipment and money I stole, it was all to keep him save”

“Thank MJ. This will be really helpful. Maybe I can take it to the lab and tell Karen to scan this and send the docs to the cops once I get them” Morgan was going to say something more but Peter and MJ’s phones started ringing. They shared a look and took their phones out of their pockets

“Manhattan. Rhino’s back and not alone” Peter showed MJ someone’s photo from Manhattan that showed Rhino and Prowler together. They were trying to destroy a building

“You have to go Pete?” Morgan took of the wig and mask and handed them to MJ

“Yeah Peanut, I’m calling the helicopter for my venom formula and letting Karen scan this files”

“I’m going with you” MJ grabbed her leather suit and got to the bathroom to change

“You have your suit here, right Peter?” Morgan walked to the door and after Peter gave her a confirmation she closed the door behind her. Two minutes later MJ came out of the bathroom with her suit, mask, wig and belt on.

“Ready?” Peter looked at her and he froze. He always looked at Black Cat in the dark and the last fight let him so shock he didn’t take a close look at her. The suit embraced all her curves, her long legs were even longer with the high heels she was wearing and now the mask did nothing to hide her brown eyes. MJ noticed he hadn’t said anything in a while snapped her fingers in front of him “Peter? Spider-Man?”

���Sorry. I’m ready. I called the helicopter, we let the file on the scanner, take the web formula and we will be in Manhattan in five minutes by far”

“Then let’s go. No time to waste” Peter took his mask from the bed and took MJ’s hand before going out of their room. Their went down the stairs and found everyone on the living room looking at the TV

“Tony we are leaving. Ned I need you on the intercom with me. May, everything it’s going to be fine. I promise. We have a plan” When Peter and MJ looked at everyone Peter found lots of shocked faces

“MJ?” Betty was looking at MJ with big eyes, like she couldn’t believe what was in front of her. MJ froze and looked at everyone on the living room, the only normal faces were Tony, Ned and Morgan

“I can explain, but not now. We have to go. Betty I promise I will tell you everything when we come back”

“I knew about Peter, but you?” Peter looked at Ned with lots of questions between them “He didn’t tell me. I’m a journalist, I’m not blind and you guys don’t speak as soft as you think”

“Now I’m offended I didn’t find out being your roommate” When they left the house, the helicopter was already waiting for them.

Once in the helicopter the facilities were a few minutes away from them. MJ had the folder and as soon as they landed, they took it to lab and while Peter grabbed the formula and the special web shooters, the chemicals were strong enough to damage his normal web shooters, MJ put the files into the scanner and told Karen to send the files to the police when Peter told her to.

“Peter, doesn’t someone need to change the files or pages on the scanner? Karen can’t do that”

“Karen can’t, but Dum-E can” Peter ran to the lab next to his and brought some mechanical arm with him and gave the arm the order of changing the pages or flick the pages if needed “Don’t mess this up Dum-E. I trust you!” The arm did a few bip sounds and started working. Peter walked to the front door and MJ followed him close by.

“Should we arrive together?”

“No, you go first. I need to make sure they don’t see me coming. You will be fighting Rhino and Prowler but we still have to go after the others. If Dr. Ock shows up, I will tell you” Peter gave MJ a short kiss before putting his mask and swing away from her. She waited a few minutes and started moving between building too.

Peter asked Karen for Rhino’s location and as soon as he got it, he swayed faster to the point a little map in his mask showed him. There weren’t a lot of citizens on the streets, but cops and reporters were everywhere

“Rhino, seriously? I was having a good time. Let me guess, Santa didn’t bring you a present and now you are mad” All Peter got was some grunts from Rhino. He took the opportunity to shoot some of the venom webs at his mouth and face. The chemicals started to ruin Rhino’s armor just like Peter had expected

“Michelle is dealing with Prowler, Peter” Karen spoke in his mask and Peter tried to shoot some webs to weak points that Karen showed him

“Ned?”

“Right here Peter” Ned spoke clearly in his ear. The new intercom worked pretty well

“Can you see what MJ is doing?”

“My girl’s kicking some asses” This time Betty was the one to answer him

“Ned where are you?” Peter was swinging between some buildings to avoid Rhino’s punches.

“Living room. Everyone can listen to you” Perfect, he didn’t want May hearing one of his fights, she worried too much and probably Tony will have an opinion on the fight or something he would say, Tony always had an opinion. And Morgan will definitely make fun of him for something later. Pepper and Happy just supported him through everything

“Is Dr. Ock somewhere?” Peter asked Karen and Ned in case one can see it and not the other

“Nope. MJ is with Prowler and you take care of Rhino” Peter had Rhino’s armor almost fully covered in webs and he could barely move

“Karen, tell MJ I’m almost done with Rhino”

“Yes, Peter”

Rhino was covered in the webs and the chemical began to interfere with the mobility of his arms and legs. Rhino started to rip some armor off him. When he took his helmet off, the face of a redhead man appeared and Peter told some cops they had to be careful when they captured the man. He started looking for MJ and saw her and Prowler on the rooftop of a building. He moved fast climbing a wall and arrived when Prowler shoot compressed air blasts at MJ. She fell back and Peter shoot some webs at Prowler

“Let me handle him. This is between us” MJ told Peter over the intercom and he took a few steps back. He knew she needed to do it on her own terms but he wasn’t letting her get hurt either

“Look who’s here, Cat. Don’t you want to take part Spider?”

“Nop. I’m here for moral support or just make fun of you” Peter pretended to check his nails and he was just watching his gloved hand. MJ saw that Prowler was distracted and threw the loop at him. Linking his arms to his body, with the restriction, he couldn’t move or throw more things at her

“Sorry you missed the fight, you made it till the end” MJ moved to Prowler and tied more ropes on his body to make sure he wasn’t moving or escaping. Peter surrounded him with a web and moved him to where Rhino was on the ground.

“You ok, MJ?” Peter asked Michelle after he saw some scratches on her right arm

“Yeah, all good. He decided to use his new titanium claws on me but nothing to worry about. Tell Karen to send the files to every precinct in New York and we can go home” While he spoke to Karen, Peter grabbed MJ by her waist and took her to the rooftop they were minutes ago.

“Karen already send all the files. They are going to jail. I feel bad about Miles, he wanted to help his uncle to be a better person and now he is going to jail” Peter looked down at Aaron Davis, immobilized and covered in webs. His suit was damaged where the webs could touch the suit

“He understands. I hope he becomes a better man for all of those who have faith in him, like Miles and Jefferson” MJ grabbed Peter’s mask and moved it up above his mouth to give him a kiss

“Get a room!” Morgan shouted on their ears and Peter and MJ started laughing

“Ned is still in the living room” Peter explained MJ why Morgan was talking to them

“Yeah. We can see and hear everything. Also, there is a very nice shoot of you guys right now on TV with “Power Couple” as the headlight” Peter looked down again and saw a few cameras pointing at them. Thank God MJ didn’t remove his mask completely or his face will be all over the TV and Internet in a few seconds

“Let’s go back, Spider” MJ wrapped her arms around Peter’s neck and he shoot a web to another building to make them swing back to the facilities. Fifteen minutes later they were back on the cabin and everyone was waiting for them at the front door

“We are back and perfectly fine!” Peter assured them all

“MJ is hurt” Morgan pointed at MJ’s arm and May and Pepper moved back to the house quickly

“Let’s go inside” Happy lead them to the living room and turned off the TV that still had images of Rhino and Prowler being arrested. May and Pepper appeared with a first aid kit and MJ took of her wig and mask

“Can you take of that suit so we can clean the cuts?” Pepper spoke to her like a mother speaking to a little hurt kid

“I will need a little bit of help but maybe in the room” The three of them walked to the room on the second floor and Peter decided to go with them. He needed to be sure she was alright. May helped MJ with the zipper on the front of the suit and rolled down the suit from her arm. Pepper cleaned the cuts and then put some patches with a white cream MJ didn’t recognized on the area

“You should change those clothes. We will wait for you on the living room” May told them and she hugged Peter on her way out of the room with Pepper

“Better?” Peter closed the door behind him and walked to MJ

“Yeah. I think the adrenaline was holding back the actual pain but now I can definitely feel it”

“Want some painkillers? I saved a few from the other night” Peter walked to his night table and handed MJ some pills with a glass of water. MJ took them and drank the water

“I’m going to change on the bathroom” MJ grabbed some jeans and a shirt from her bag and walked to the bathroom but didn’t lock the door

Peter searched for his bag and took of his suit to change it for some jeans and a hoddie. When he was done he waited for MJ to go out of the bathroom

“I’m ready” MJ offered her hand to Peter and he took it. They walked together to the living room and Morgan threw herself at MJ with a big hug

“You are the best MJ!” Morgan said and everyone laughed a little. It was a big surprise for all of them to see her fighting someone on a leather suit “Can I show you something on my science lab that Uncle Happy and May gave me?” Peter saw MJ accepting Morgan’s offer and he decided not to go with them. Morgan had found a new role model in MJ and he wanted her to take the best out of it.

MJ sat on the floor next to the tree while everyone chatted and asked Peter about what was going to happen to Rhino and Prowler. Morgan sat on MJ’s legs and started showing her different things

“Why are you staring at me?” Peter didn’t notice but he was, in fact, staring at MJ with Morgan. They just fit together. He loved the image, his best friend and little sis bonding always amazed him, but this time it was different. MJ was now his girlfriend and the feeling of seeing them together was too much to handle

“Nothing… you just look really cute right now” Peter managed to say to MJ and she didn’t answer but blushed and a few second later, she kept talking to Morgan while the kid showed her some things from her little science lab

Now Peter could breathe more lightly. All his family and friends were together and save, no secrets between them and the future looked pretty good for all of them

“Hey Pete. Would you like to go out to watch the ocean with me for a little while?” MJ took him out of his mind

“Better if we see it from here, don’t you think? After all Baby, it’s cold outside”

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Notes:

You know this all ended with many unfinished plots (Betty and Ned's wedding, Peter and Miles meeting for the first time, even Morgan and Miles interacting and more Black Cat/Spider-Man working together) and maybe I will do some second part telling how a few of this stories end up. Keep reading what makes you happy and have a lovely New Year :D

[patchworkstateofmind]

Returning a Favor | A Marvel AU Fanfic, Chapter 1

Uhm, Ive never actually posted on tumblr before, and also never written about Marvel, so I hope if anyone even reads this, you will hopefully be nice ^^

So, anyways, this is a scene from an Idea I had, it takes place in the time between Spiderman Homecoming and Avengers Infinity War. If you like the idea or my writing style, make sure to let me know, so I can continue my Idea^^

I actually recommend to listen to some music while reading this, I suggest a dark academia, royal core playlist on youtube. (I think its suits this story the best, but you do you)

Okay I should stop blabbering, Lets go!

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Title of Chapter: Ballroom Talk

Word Count: 2,4k

Other Chapters: Ch.1, Ch.2

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The music hangs heavy in the air, as you leaned against the wooden railing of the staircase. Dozens of couples twirled and turned over the marble floor and the golden chandeliers, lit with real candles set the ballroom in a magnificent golden light. Golden specks of dust whirled through the air and the movement of the puffy skirts only made them twirl even more.

You looked down your crystal glass, hmm, empty. Sighing you placed your glass on the platter of a waiter that walked by you. Your gaze crossed the room, looking at the majestic oil paintings, probably worth thousands of dollars. Decadent.

Your eyes met brown. Great, the eyes you were trying to forget. You adverted your gaze and turned around, the skirt of your dress swaying as you made your way down the side of the ballroom, trying to get away. “Excuse me.”, said a voice behind you. You sighed.

“look, I don’t have time for this right now.” You turned around and he stood in front of you. Towering at least 2 feet over you normally, he now was eye to eye with you. Heels do seem have a good point. “I know, I’m really sorry, but I was told to do this.”, he said, so he knew too, that it was just an annoyance, rather than a mission. Gosh, he sounded so much like a teenager, it was almost embarrassing.

“I know too. But I am not joining your little team of ´Revengers´”, you painted quotation marks in the air and even though the half mask on his face managed to hide his emotion quite well, you were sure you could see him snarl. You chuckled lightly. “Let me guess, your friends are right out there, ready to crash the party any moment��. You nodded your head towards one of the stained-glass windows. “Okay, kiddo.”, you began. Actually, you weren’t quite sure how old he was, he seemed at least your age, if not older, but you liked the way it railed him up.

“I know that normally, we would have a nice fight of words and then your teammates come crashing in, saving you, because you obviously aren’t strong enough to handle me on your own. You and your friends set everything on fire, I get away and yet again you think you’ve won because you’ve killed another ten old bastards, that don’t mean anything to us. But you need the accomplishment, and we don’t want you to feel like you always destroy everything without any results. And yet you do.”

He opened his mouth, trying to defend himself, but you simply talk over him. “Let’s face it. You couldn’t find a point to start your search, so you thought you would show up here, thinking that we are dumb enough to not disguise a hidden meeting better than a ball. And you thought you could crash this meeting but then noticed, that it is a real ball. And now you want information, so they sent you in her, totally blending in with everybody here.” You reach for his neck and fix the collar of his button up.

“But now you noticed that there is no one important here, that actually has information. And I know that your teammates probably realised this, but I’m not quite sure if you are intelligent enough to do too, so I’m throwing you this bone.” You make an eccentric pause. “Peter, have you noticed that not even one important person is here.”, you pointed towards the dancefloor. “And you know why? Because there is a hidden meeting, but we all know that you and your little team aren’t even remotely clever enough to even think about this, so we sat up this ball. Of course, that’s not the only reason, its also to get rich old bastards on our side, feeding them with bacon wrapped dates and hors d´oeuvres and telling them that we are this”, you pinch your fingers together. “Close to curing cancer.”

“Are you serious?”, Peter brushes his hand trough his hair. “So this is all a setup to lead us into the false direction?”. “You look distressed”, you say and reach for the tablet of yet another waiter that walks by. “Here, try some of that, it will calm you down, but yes, this is just a setup”. You take the glass and press it into Peters’ hand. He doesn’t seem to pay attention to you though, his hand lays on his ear and the other, with the glass, he raised up to his mouth. “Did you hear that Mr Stark?”, he asked.

You try to swallow a giggle. “So, I was right”, you say and turn around, making your way down the corridor. “You really couldn’t think one step further and realise that we aren’t dumb enough to hide secret things better, tsk.”

It takes Peter a few seconds to notice you are leaving, but when he does, he is sprinting down the corridor after you. “Wait!”, he yells. “Come on Peter”, you answer annoyed, it comes out as a snarl. “Why are you so relentless? You had the mission to get information, I gave you information. Its not my fault that the information is that you suck”

“Hey! We don’t suck!”, he defends and jumps around, side to side, trying to move in front of you, but your massive skirt is blocking his way, making him dance around you. Though you must admit that even though this tight corset and the puffy skirt annoy you, you can’t seem to help but thank the 18th century fashion for making people stay away from you.

“Why don’t you just go back to your friends outside, because as you can see, there is nothing interesting here, just a bunch of old dudes, dancing with young and impressionable girls on the search for a rich sugar daddy”, You say. You are really done with this shit.

“I don’t think we have that what we want yet”, a voice came from in front of you. To be fair, you didn’t expect anybody else here, which made you stop in your tracks. You needed a Minute to calm your muscles again, trying to keep your masquerade on. “Oh, thank god”, Peter huffs out from behind you. Great, you are stuck.

You raise one side of your mouth to a smirk. “Captain America, didn’t expect to see you here. Thought you would be busy with squeezing yourself into those tight spandexes.”, you say. “Though I must say, tailcoats suit you much better, you should make them into your uniform, rather than that ridiculously patriotic Costume you always wear.” “I could say the same to you, oh, wait, you look like the wallpaper of my grandma exploded on you”, he says and grins. “Ouuh, burn”, You say mockingly. “You know you could just say you like me better without clothes”, You say and glance back over your shoulder. Only to find that Peter is blushing, you look back at Cap, he’s blushing too. Double kill.

“Well, if you would excuse me Gentleman, I’ve got a dinner date to keep”, You try to manoeuvre your skirt around Cap, but he positions himself right in front of you. “I don’t think so.”, he crosses his arms over his chest. “That’s not very nice, to keep a lady from following her plans”, You say and try once again, but he takes a step sideways, blocking your path yet again. “Let’s see it like this”, Cap begins. “You can either talk with me right now, or we will take this outside and you can see if you were right with the assumption that it takes more people than one to fight you.

You sigh. “Nice move, America. Taking advantage of the girl in heels, so it can’t run away.” You turn around and look at Peter. He has taken off his mask and you lock eyes with him. “Well then kiddo”, you say and open your hand. “Give me your glass, if you don’t use it, then don’t mind if I do” He hands you the wine glass and you throw your head back, downing it in one swift motion. You place the glass onto a side table and motion for Captain America to follow you. “You want to dance?”, you ask. He lifts an eyebrow. “So, you really wanna fight”, he asks. “Nah, not now. I mean it literally, if I have to spend more time here, then why don’t use it”

He turns around to look at Peter. “Go outside, I will meet you there, if I don’t come out in ten Minutes send them in” You can’t help but snicker at this and now its your turn to cross the arms over your chest. “Are you so afraid of me? The mighty Captain America- Oh wait, the mighty one was Thor, wasn’t it? Well anyways, I’m gonna spend the rest of my evening on the dance floor”

With those words you make your way back to the ball room. The music is still the same, eerily beautiful, like from an old historian drama. You reach the end of the hallway and look at the Captain. He reaches into the inside of his tailcoat and pulls out a velvet mask. “Glad to see you thought about bringing one yourself, I counted on the fact that I would have to lend you one of mine.” You tap onto your mask. A light beige, velvet half mask, adorned with blue pearls and light blue lace. It matched with your dress.

He holds out his elbow and you interlock your arm into his. You make your way to the dance floor, its not a formation dance, so you don’t stick out when you two join in in a free space. He places his hand on the side of your body and you reach out to place your hand in his. You begin the turn around the floor, not thinking about a choreography.

“Okay, Mr. America”, you say, now quieter, although the music and the chitter chatter all around you should make it hard for anybody else to hear your conversation. “You have this one dance, if you want to talk any longer, we will have to fight. And we both know that a fight will end in at least on person to be hurt. And I don’t know why, but I don’t think it will be me.”

He meets your stern gaze with just as much aversion. “I do think too that one dance is more than enough”. “By then, start your questions”. You turn outwards and twirl yourself back in under his arm. “Why are you doing this ball?”, he asks. “Like I said, its easier to have meetings that shall not be interrupted, if you have something where the people that could interrupt are occupied” “So, I guess that’s why you are here too, because they don’t want you to interrupt either?”, he asks and you can hear his intention right through. “I am really sorry, but I think we both know that you will not be able to question my loyalty”

He leaves your hand to place his on the other side of your waist and you place yours on his shoulders. With a swift motion he lifts you up as the music reaches its climax and with a turn puts you back down on your feet. “Next question”, you say. “You are running out of time”

“Why this masquerade?” You sigh. “I know, it’s very cliché isn’t it; I also don’t know why it has to be in this Victorian style, but I guess it should make the people here feel more at home, old people like old stuff, don’t they? But of course, I shouldn’t tell you about old stuff, I mean, you’re the 100-year-old” He rolls his eyes. “You know that’s not what I meant”. “Ugh, I know, you see, this is a disguise for a meeting, but its also a coming together of really rich people, and really rich people tend to do really bad stuff. Its easier to gather blackmail bait when people feel safe because of a mask that isn’t hiding anything.” “So, it’s a trick to steal money from the rich?” “No, its to steal Power from the rich. If you want to really win this game of power, you got to have the rich and powerful on your side, not only the handymen. And based on the facts I do know; you don’t even seem to have the handymen on your side. The Avengers, always there for the people”, you sigh mockingly. “but doing nothing more,  than leaving a trail of misery and destruction. Cut to the chase, what is really the reason you and your friends are here?”

“Where is the secret headquarters of Hydra?”, he asks, and you drop your smile. “Oh, straight to the point I guess”, You say and take a step away from him. He grabs your hands and pulls you back in, this time his hand lands on your back, holding you firmly in place. He leans down to your ear. For other people it must look like you are a couple, but the snarl in his voice is more than enough to find out the real affirmation between you two.

“Cut it, we know that you and your little crew have connections to hydra” You lean back, trying to bring space between you two and snarl back. “You should be careful who you make assumptions about, some people are not very happy to be affiliated with those people.” “Those people!?”, he gets louder. “Last time I remembered you blowing up a part of Siberia, destroying everything in a 100-mile radius. You are nothing better than Hydra.”

“I am not in affiliation with Hydra, but remember this for the next time we meet, America.”, you hiss and now you lean into him. “I will rip everything you love apart if you don’t keep your dirty hands of my business. And I think we both know that I won’t hesitate. But maybe I shouldn’t threaten you” You lean back and push against his chest, stepping away. “If you dare once again to interfere with my business, I will destroy everything any of you are fond of. Your little boy, Peter. This naïve and sweet boy. How about we start with him? Or maybe start with something that hurts. I come to know about a certain woman named… What was it? Peggy?”

With these words you turn around and storm of, you don’t hear footsteps behind you, and you are really sure that he won’t be following you.

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Thank you for reading!

Have a great day!

[parkersbliss]

Behind That Mask | P. Parker

Pairing: Peter Parker X Female Reader

Word Count: 2.7K oops?

Warnings: one or two no no word

Summary: Peter can’t seem to talk to you, at all, but maybe Spiderman can change that

Request: I saw your post to request so can you do a Peter x reader who is really badass and like intimidating and Peter is infact intimidated and the reader is like flirting with him and he’s like extremely flustered. Like I want Peter to be like ‘i want them to ruin my life’s y'know?

A/N: repost bc there were issues with the first one, sorry in advance!

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It was no secret that Peter Parker was scared of you. Well, he wasn't scared of you, Spiderman isn't scared of anything. He just found you intimidating. Like, really intimidating, but he really liked you so he'd accept it. Not that he wouldn't accept, Peter wasn't a judgy person. Just watching you punch Flash in the face during the Europe trip, he was amazed, to say the least. You didn't even hesitate just sucker-punched him and walked away. Peter really liked you, but like MJ you were... hard to connect with. At least for Peter, you were.

"What's good, (Y/N)?" Flash said, winking.

"Not your nose if you keep that up," You said, not even looking at him.

He rolls his eyes thinking back to the Europe trip and how you practically broke his nose for teasing Peter.

"Whatever," He grumbles, walking away.

"God, Ned, she’s so badass," Peter admires, watching Flash walk away form you. He noticed how you didn't even put your book down to talk to him, just gave a sly comment and he was on his way.

"Just go talk to her, man!" Ned encourages, pushing him toward you.

"Wait, Ned, I don't really think that's a good-"

Ned doesn't give him time to finish and shoves Peter directly in front of you.

"Hey (Y/N)!" Peter chirped happily.

You look up from the book you're reading, blank expression plastered on your face, "Hi Parker."

Peter scratches the back of his neck, his heart pounding in his chest, "What are you reading?"

You lift the book up from your lap and show him the title. His face goes slightly pale at the title.

"Oh, wow. A good girls guide to murder, that sounds lovely."

You let out a little laugh at his face, letting your tough exterior down. "it's a murder mystery, not a how too."

"Oh."

"Did you want something?"

C'mon Peter, you can do this. He repeated in his head. Peter is visibly sweating now, his hands tucked into his pockets. His chocolate eyes avoiding your gaze. "Earth to Parker!"

"Right, uh... um, what's your opinion on Spiderman?"

You cock an eyebrow at him, it was certainly a weird question to ask. You didn't quite understand why he needed to interrupt your time to ask such a silly question, but you shrug it off. Peter was an awkward guy, cute nonetheless.

"He's cool, I guess."

Peter nods, mumbling something to himself before walking back over to Ned. You felt a bit disappointed, some part of you wishing he asked a different question, but you let the feeling wash away and go back to your book.

"What was that 'what's your opinion on spiderman?'" Ned questions as Peter mentally slaps himself.

"Look, man, I just couldn't do it."

"Do what?" MJ asks, butting into the conversation.

Peter's cheeks turn pink and MJ catches on quick, "Ah, my best friend."

"Is it that obvious?" Ned said, staring at poor Peter who was pouting.

"Not to (Y/N) apparently."

Peter sighs, "I don't know, she's just hard to talk too. I feel like she doesn't even want to talk to me!"

Ned pats his shoulder in an effort to reassure him, Peter shrugs him off.

"Peter was trying to ask her out, but he chickened out."

"(Y/N) probably doesn't even want to go!"

...

Peter was out patrolling, granted it was a little late, but he needed to clear his thoughts. Not that patrolling did that because if anything it just temporarily pushed them away until he was home in the comfort of his bed. Peter was mindlessly swinging, not even thinking just swinging when he saw you.

You sat on your rooftop, gazing at the infamous New York skyline. It was late, stars illuminated the dark sky. Your feet dangled over the edge of the building and you let a million thoughts run through your head. It was calming up there, just you and your thoughts. For a city that never sleeps, it sure was quiet today. You fiddled with the drawstrings of your hoodie, your fingers constantly tugging and knotting them. You didn't even notice the superhero that was swinging by until he smacked into the building across from you.

Peter yelped as he tried to regain his thoughts. He needed to work on not getting so easily distracted.

"Hey! Are you okay?" You called out, standing up. Peter's heart leaped in his chest. And then, he had an idea. It was crazy, but it might work. However, considering the fact that it only took him a few seconds to come up with this plan, it probably wasn't. He had to remind himself that you didn't know who he was. To you, he was just a superhero.

"Yeah! I'm fine!" Peter made a split decision, he decided to talk to you. Just not as himself, he always found himself a little more confident as spiderman. And maybe that's what he needed to talk to you. Without a second thought, Peter- er, spiderman- fired a web and swung his way toward you.

"Hi," You said stupidly, what else do you say to a superhero? He waves at you, a little stiff in his arm.

"What are you doing up here this late?"

You debate telling him, after all, he was a stranger, but he was also a superhero and It's not like he was going to tell anyone.

"I like coming up here to think, it's calming."

The hero nods his head and something tells you that you should open up to him. You sit back down and Spiderman does as well, at least a foot between you two.

He turns toward you taking in your side profile, the wind blowing your hair around, but you let it. He watched your steady breathing as the night turned darker until you finally said something.

"There's this guy," You shook your head, a laugh falling from your lips. "I can't believe I'm going to tell you this."

"You can trust me," Peter assures you. He wanted to know himself who this guy was.

"I really like him, he's sweet, funny, awkward and smart. I just don't feel like he likes me back. And maybe it's because I can never hold a conversation more than two minutes with him, but," You sigh, "I just feel like I'm trying a bit too hard for someone who doesn't care. And it's not his fault."

Peter felt his heart crack a little, you liked someone else. Unless you were talking about him, which was unlikely. MJ said it was obvious that he was interested in you, but maybe you were clueless. Peter immediately shook away that thought, you weren't clueless. You were brilliant and he wanted to tell you that. In fact, he wanted to tell you everything he liked about you, but he settled for something a little less subtle, "I think any guy would be lucky to have you, but maybe this one, like you said, if he's awkward he might just not know what to say. You could drop a more obvious hint see if he picks up on it, but there's no guarantee if he's shy."

You smile, Spiderman gave pretty good advice. "You seem to know a bit about this stuff."

Peter laughed, he didn't know one thing about getting girls, but he knew a lot about himself. "Well, when you're a lady killer like me, you get used to it." He flexes his arm, making you laugh.

"Ok there, Mr. Full of himself."

Peter laughs too, "sorry."

"It's fine. Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah."

"Is it hard? Doing this... I mean, assuming your an adult or normal human being. Don't you ever get scared you can't go back to your lover- if you have one- or just... yeah."

Peter's taken aback, he never really thought about it too much. He didn't have someone to go back to, but when he did... what if that someone were you?

"I don't have someone to go back to," He said quietly, you turn to face him.

"oh, I'm sorry-"

"No, it's fine, but yeah it's hard. Although, sometimes I go out because it helps me think, it gives me something else to focus on at the moment." Like you.

You nod, feeling like maybe you invaded his personal life a bit too much.

"We can be single together," You offer, cracking a smile. You hope he's smiling too behind that mask. He was, a smile bigger than you could imagine.

"I'd like that."

"Then I guess we're in a single relationship." You both look at each other and laugh, "I guess we are."

It was then you check the time on your phone, realizing how late it was. Peter notices it too and thinks about how he should be heading home.

"I should go," You both said.

You break into another grin, kissing his cheek as a sign of thanks.

"See ya around, single buddy."

You disappeared inside, leaving Peter cupping his masked cheek, and if he wasn't wearing that mask, he felt sure that you would laugh at the stupid grin on his face and the blush that covered his cheeks.

...

"Hey, Parker!" You said a bright smile on your face. For some reason, Peter turned around and checked behind him, making sure that someone else named Parker or with the last name Parker wasn't there.

"oh, uh hi (Y/N)."

"You look cute today," You comment. Peter looked down at his outfit suddenly hyper-aware of his fashion choice. Which wasn't a bold one, it was, in fact, a classic science pun t-shirt and joggers. He wasn't trying to be rude, but there was no way you thought he looked cute. He wasn't going to diss your compliment though.

"Thanks?" He said, trying to hide the very obvious voice crack the came at the end. You bumped shoulders with him and he stumbled a bit, letting out a laugh. A very familiar laugh, one that sounded a lot like the person you were with last night, but you decide to brush it off. You'd rather not have that thought lurking in your head, another reason to like him was not going to help you.

"What? Can't I compliment you?"

Peter tugs at the material of his T-shirt. He was sweating now. "I- uh, yeah, of course, you can. It's a free country, you can say whatever you want to me," He squeaked out.

"Hey, Parker! Take a hint, will you?" Flash laughed from the opposite side of the hallway.

You stuck up your middle finger at him, "Mind your damn business, Thompson." He immediately shuts up, not interested in getting another punch to the face.

"Sorry about him," you smiled apologetically to Peter, ruffling his hair a bit.

"Uh, no It's fine you really didn't have to do that. Flash is just Flash, ya know? He just doesn't like me, not that I care. Who cares? Not me!" Peter blabbers, wishing he could just shut his mouth up already.

"Ok weirdo, catch you later," You toss him another smile over your shoulder and disappear down the hallway, leaving Peter very confused as to what just happened.

"Dude!" Ned said, "(Y/N) just flirted with you!"

"W- what?"

"(Y/N) flirted with you," He repeated, a little slower this time. Peter laughed, that wasn't possible. It seemed coincidental to last night when he (as Spiderman) had told you to make a more obvious move on this "guy," but now Peter wasn't so sure this guy wasn't him. Which made him hopeful, but he learned a while back hope dies quickly.

...

Another night spent on your rooftop, you were hoping a certain hero might swing by. There was a small thwip behind you and you turned to see Spiderman.

"Hey!" You said brightly.

"Hi, single buddy, still single?" He jokes, sitting down next to you. A little bit closer than last time.

"Unfortunately," You reply. "Are you?"

"Not for long, at least I think."

You furrow your eyebrows, "Oh?"

He laughs and you swear that laugh sounds just like Peter's... there wasn't any denying it. Or maybe they just laughed alike.

"There's this girl, and I think she made a move on me, but I just don't know. I like her, a lot, but if she didn't I don't want to scare her off. And she's kind of intimidating, she's so badass. And, I guess behind this mask, I'm just me."

Without thinking, you grab his masked hand, "I think whoever is behind that mask has a heart of gold. You put yourself at risk every night doing this, for what? I don't know. Any girl would be lucky to have you. So I think you should shoot your shoot with this girl, you only live once. She sounds incredible."

Peter smiles behind his mask, both at your words and the fact that you're holding hands.

"She really is," He whispered, looking at you. There's some part of you that feels like the person behind the mask, is someone you know. Some part of you just screams it's Peter and if it was, you needed to know. There were two ways you could find out, cause him to slip up and say your name or mention your crush on Peter and see if he reacts. And maybe if he was Peter, then this could work out.

"You know, the guy I like, his name is Peter, by the way."

Peter's hand goes limp in your grasp, you turn to look at the masked hero waiting for him to say something.

"P-peter, huh? Tell me more about him."

You can tell he's trying to keep his voice table, but you catch the crack at the end. The stutter at the beginning and the way his body is leaning into yours a bit more.

"I think you know enough. Don't want to cut our single date short, but I should finish my homework."

Peter nods, standing up and letting go of your hand, if only he knew of the plan hatching inside of your head.

"See ya around." You wave him goodbye and he swings off the building back to his own home, leaving him to wonder if you knew.

...

You spilled all your guts to MJ the following morning, your whole theory on how Peter was Spiderman.

"I mean, I'm not crazy, right?"

MJ shook her head, deciding that if you figured it out she might as well confirm it. "Don't tell Peter I told you, but he is. I figured it out over the Europe trip."

You gasp, "That means.. he does like me!"

MJ pats you on the back, "Might've kept that a secret from you too."

"MJ!"

"Look, in my defense, he asked me too!"

"whatever, there he is!" You felt giddy inside, watching him place his books in his locker.

MJ shoves you gently, "go!"

You nod your head, feeling confident and gently tap Peter on the shoulder.

"Oh, hey (Y/N)!"

You notice how he's fidgeting with his hands and without thinking, you grab them and interlock your fingers. Peter's sweating now, "W- what are you doing?"

"This," You smirk as you gently press your lips to his. It's quick, but you can feel his whole body go rigid as his mind tries to grasp what just happened. You pull away and Peter yanks his fingers from your grasp, making you feel like you did something wrong until he uses them to cup your face instead and press a much more passionate kiss to your lips. You smile as your hands run down his biceps, feeling the muscle there. Confirming what you already knew.

"So, when were you going to tell me it was you behind that mask?" You ask when he pulls away.

Peter blushes, "You knew?"

"You guys have the same adorable laugh and not many people laugh like you do."

Peter grins, "Aw, you know me so well."

"And because MJ told me. She also told me you liked me."

"I don't know if I should thank her or punch her."

You laugh, kissing him again because you could not get enough of this boy.

"Get a room!!" Flash shouts.

"Flash, you have about five seconds before I really break your nose this time."

"Oh shit."

[hollandspiderling]

Can you do a blurb where y/n finds out Peter is Spider-Man after one of his enemies takes her and he gets unmasked. Maybe with some angst and fluff at the end? PS I love your writing! 🥰✨

Aw jeez, I’m so sorry this came out a little bit delayed than promised. Uni projects/assignments and work crept up on me and I wasn’t able to get through all the requests. Better late than never, am I right? haha Anyways, I hope you enjoy this lovely! xoxo, Astrid ❤

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“Get the girl.”

Your eyes widened as the group of guys made their way towards you and you ran as fast as you could. You managed to run out of the alleyway you had decided to take since it wasn’t too dark out but hadn’t expected to run into the group that was now chasing you. One of the men managed to grab you by the backpack and you let out a scream. A hand clamped over your mouth as you struggled against him and the others surrounding you.

“Follow what we tell you and you won’t get seriously hurt.”

You clenched your fist tightly as you ignored what he said and continued to get out of his tight grasp. They led you back towards the alleyway you had come from and pushed you against the wall. A groan escaped your lips and you glared at them.

“What the fuck do you want with me?”

The leader of the group smirked and grabbed your chin so you could look into his eyes. A chill ran up your spine when you saw the dark look he gave you. “Oh, don’t worry cupcake. We just need to rough you up a little bit so our little pal can come, and we can finish the unfinished business we have with him.”

Your eyes widened in fear as they closed in one you. A scream escaped your lips as you felt two of them grab your hands and you tried to kick them away. The leader just stood back and watched you struggle as the other two overpowered you. You felt your wrists being bind with rope, but you refused to go down without a fight. You spat in the face of one of the guys and tried to elbow the other one who was behind you, but your effort remained futile. The man in front of you slapped you in the face in retaliation and you hissed at the stinging pain.

“Someone, help!” you screamed.

“Don’t worry, I got you!”

A blurry of red and blue replaced who was in front of you. The man that just slapped was flung to the side and groaning in pain as your mind registered who intervened in the situation.

You sighed in relief and said, “Spiderman, you’re here.”

The hero turned back and nodded in reassurance. “This will be done quickly.”

“Not if I can help, Spidey.” The leader snorted and before you knew it, you felt something cold against your neck.

Your body froze in fear as you felt the man behind you secure his grip around your stomach. Spiderman held his hands up and looked at the man who spoke.

“There’s no need to get her involved, Fang.”

Fang raised an eyebrow at Spiderman and walked around you guys in a predatory stance. “Oh? You don’t think so? I think she’s pretty important to you.”

“She has nothing to do with this, just let her go. The girl doesn’t know who I am.”

Fang wickedly grinned and turned towards you. “You don’t know who he is?”

You shook your head no to the best of your ability while trying not to get hurt by the knife being held against your neck. In a blink of an eye, Fang was right behind Spiderman and you felt everything freeze as his mask was taken off. Familiar brown eyes were looking at you in alarm and you couldn’t believe to see who was standing in front of you.

“P-Peter?”

He gave you a solemn smile and nodded. “Hey, Y/N…”

You weren’t sure how to feel in that moment. Seeing one of your closest friends and crush in front of you was relieving, but it also hurt to know that he hid this secret from you. Your eyes never left his as he struggled against Fang’s grasp and the enemy continued on with his rant.

“Now that you know who he is, we can get along with the program. Peter Parker, you destroyed something important to me and now it’s only fair for something precious of yours to be destroyed.”

Peter’s eyes widened as he saw you whimper in pain and a trickle of blood began to drip from your neck. Something inside of him snapped and he managed to get Fang away from him. All he saw was red as he shot his web-shooters at Fang and charged at him. Peter punched him in the face before aiming his knee towards Fang’s stomach. The man groaned and toppled over as Peter grabbed the man by the hair, glaring down at him.

“Never and I mean never, lay a finger on her again.” He growled before throwing Fang towards the wall and trapping him with his webs.

Keeping his eyes on you, Peter shot his webs at the last guy and you felt his grip on you disappear. Your legs gave up on you and you finally let the tears that were threatening escape, fall down your cheeks. Peter ran towards you and enveloped your shaking frame in his arms.

“I was so scared.” You whimpered and you felt his grip around you tightened.

“I know, Y/N. I’m here, it’s all done. There’s nothing for you to worry about now.”

You looked up at him with sad eyes and asked, “How come you never told me?”

He sighed and sat back on his legs as he ruffled his hair. “It was for your own safety. I never wanted anything like this to happen to you. You mean so much to me that I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if you were…”

Your eyes softened as he trailed off and his eyes traced over your features. Peter gave you a soft smile before his eyes zeroed in on the cut on your neck. You watched as his lips turned into a frown and he lightly caressed your injury.

“I’m sorry this happened to you.”

“It’s okay, what matters is that you saved me and we’re both safe, Pete.”

“Do you want to come over my place and I can take care of that for you?”

You smiled and nodded. “I’d like that, but only if you tell me how all of this started for you.”

“That’s only fair, isn’t it? Now let’s get going, Y/N.”

Peter stood up and offered his hand to you which you gladly took. Your weight ended up giving out on you and you fell into Peter’s arms. He hugged your body against him and you sheepishly smiled at him.

“I guess my body still hasn’t recovered yet…”

He laughed softly and swiftly lifted you into his arms. Your eyes widened in surprise and you instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck. Smiling up at you, he winked as he shot a web at the top of the nearest building and said, “Hold on tight, princess.”

Just as he was about to swing you guys towards his apartment, you kissed his cheek and he looked at you in surprise.

“Thank you for saving me, Pete. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

You caught the redness in his cheeks as he smiled to himself and met your eyes. “I’m always here for you, Y/N.”

Biting your bottom lip, you buried your head into the crook of his neck and Peter kissed your temple before swinging you guys throughout New York.  

[every1studio]

REQUESTED: “someone’s hero” [ateez: hongjoong]

genre: ANGST + slight fluff + MENTIONS OF AN END 

ficstyle: bulletpoints

request: “ Hi!!! Can I get an angsty hananki disease au for hongjoong?? “ + “ Ur robbing us of a spiderman hongjoong😔💜🥺♥️♥️ “ 

note: trying to kill 2 birds with one stone here

"Hongjoong! you were almost late for class!” you smacked the arm of your best friend as he collapsed on his desk

Hongjoong was almost late because he was just doing small acts of good deeds 

you know, the usual

helping an elderly woman cross the crosswalk

picking up after people as they litter

saving a bank from a band of robbers

the usual

Hongjoong lived another life outside of being your typical high school student and helping others 

back in middle school, he got bit by a radioactive spider; giving him the abilities of a spider 

he honed his skills for the greater good and perform heroic deeds to help the neighborhood

but he knew he couldn’t juggle being a normal high school

so the only people that knew of his hidden identity are his parents 

you nudge at Hongjoong’s elbow as you show him your phone

“our friendly neighborhood hero strikes again. I really wanna know who this guy is..”

Hongjoong smirks at you as he rests his chin on his arm, “what would you say if you got a chance to talk to him?” 

you sat up a little straighter, “I would thank him for his services and..”

“and~?” Hongjoong’s ears perked up 

“I would ask to see his face.. I mean what if he’s this insanely good looking guy?!”

“he could be insanely ugly too..” he jeered 

you slapped him on the arm, “don’t talk about him like that! with that selfless heart and toned body? there’s no way that he’s ugly!”

Hongjoong blushed at your words but you couldn’t know his true identity, nobody could 

he ruffles the back of his head before clearing his throat, “so um.. are you gonna go to homecoming?”

you shrugged as you got out your physics textbook, “I don’t know... you know it’s not my thing...”

he dramatically hung his head down as he pouted at you, “it’s our senior year though...”

“I’ll let you know if I change my mind,” you said as you rolled your eyes

Hongjoong didn’t have the courage to ask you out; he was suppose to ask you out a long time ago 

it was easier was you two were younger 

but the older you two got, the harder it was for him to tell you all the feelings he had pent up inside for you

you could say he’s been in love with you when you two were 5 and finding ladybugs until the sunset

he made a daisy ring for you and announced that when you two are old enough, he’ll buy you a real shiny ring 

up until today, he doesn’t know if you liked him back or not 

but that fact that you didn’t push him away gave him hope 

Hongjoong was a pretty good student so he only had 3 classes; which were all the classes that you had with him 

it gave him enough time to spend with you AND go do his heroic deeds 

“do you want anything from Starbucks?” Hongjoong gets up to leave for the day 

you gave him a smile that he fell in love with, “the usual please~”

“with extra cinnamon on top?” he asked with a smile

“just the way I like it~”

Hongjoong was so giddy he didn’t notice Yunho walking passed him, with a bouquet of flowers behind his back

it was a long day for Hongjoong, he got caught up with a bunch of little hooligans but he made it back to school in time for your last class of the day

everyone was teasing and nudging at you and Yunho 

Hongjoong had a bad feeling about it 

he stopped someone who was recording the two of you, “what’s going on?”

“oh Yunho asked Y/N out to homecoming in the CUTEST way; they’ve got to hook up!” the girl squealed as she posted the video on her social media 

Hongjoong felt like it was hard to breath all of a sudden; he tried clearing his throat but the feeling didn’t go away 

he was going to turn away until-

“Joongie!!” it belong to your voice and upon hearing it, it made his chest hurt

“here’s your Starbucks..” he managed to choke up

you took the drink and placed it down

you moved his face so that he was only going to focus on your face, “Joongie... are you okay? what’s wrong?”

Hongjoong pushed through the excruciating pain with a smile, “I’m okay.. I’m just tired, I don’t think I can take you home today..”

you were genuinely concerned for him; he’s always taken care of you, just as you have with him 

but you thought maybe some space would be good for him 

“please call me when you get the chance...” you looked at him with worried eyes 

he pats your hair like he always did but he doesn’t say anything 

he made eye contact with Yunho and walked away 

there was nothing to hate about Yunho; he was tall, handsome, caring, and just a genuinely good person

would you have changed your mind if he asked you first?

would you have gone with homecoming with him?

would he have had a chance with you?

but was he ready for you to know the truth about him?

all these thoughts made his chest hurts 

he laid in bed, coughing and hacking up petals

daisy petals, to be exact; which took him back to his proposal to you back when you were kids 

homecoming was suppose to be the end of the week 

it was announced on the news that their neighborhood hero was nowhere to be seen 

Hongjoong’s condition made it hard for him to use any of abilities 

he thought that this was a passing sickness that will go away; he did his research on his condition

Hanakaki Disease: where the victim coughs up flower petals when they suffer from an one-sided love. when the person the victim loves returns the feelings, the condition will be lifted. or can be removed surgically but the feelings the victim has for the beloved will disappear

Hongjoong slouched in his chair when he read articles upon articles about this condition

he couldn’t go through with the surgery; he wanted to love you until the day he died

every time he thinks about you, he coughs up a bouquet of daisy petals 

the most he can do with his spidery abilities is use it to clean up the petals in his room 

despite of living so close, you two loved to exchange handwritten letter; he kept every single on that you wrote to him and would read it until he fell asleep 

he got excused from school for a week; which was probably for the best 

he wouldn’t have to seen you with Yunho 

he answered your texts and calls but other than that, he wouldn’t let you visit him

told you that he was scared that you would catch what he has 

this went on until the night of homecoming 

Hongjoong was getting ready for homecoming; it was his senior year after all 

you invited him to go with your group; he was your childhood friend and your best friend after all

“you look beautiful..” he murmurs into your ear after you all get into venue 

“you don’t look too bad yourself, Hongjoong~” you smirked

but your joking demeanor changed as you grabbed the sleeve of his tuxedo, “I missed you.. I know you were only gone for a week but it felt like more...” 

Hongjoong’s chest didn’t feel as heavy as it’s been for the whole week he was at home, “I missed you too..”

“Y/N! you ready?” Yunho put his arm out for you to take, “oh hey Hongjoong, you feeling better?”

Hongjoong had the urge to cough but he held it back, “better than ever”

you slipped away from Hongjoong and linked arms with Yunho 

when you walked away with Yunho, Hongjoong excused him to cough

he coughed up petals until he couldn’t breathe and asked himself was it worth it to even go to this dance

everyone in the group danced to the music but Hongjoong couldn’t help but watch the lights dancing off of your face 

you looked so beautiful, he could cry 

suddenly, the ground started to shake 

everyone was stumbling and falling 

the earthquake alarms came on 

everyone ran to the safety zones

Hongjoong knew that in a case of this kind of panic; he was needed the most

he slipped out of his tuxedo and started to help out anywhere that he could

there was still chaos even though the earthquake subsided

it seemed like only the building that the dance took place at was the only unstable building so evacuating everyone was a better idea than having them hide in the safety zone until authorities came

Hongjoong thought he got everyone out until Yunho came back into the building

“hey man.. I was with my date and I can’t seem to find them.. you gotta go find them! please...”

“you gotta get back outside.. I’ll look for them...” 

Hongjoong sprinted, swung at the speed of light trying to find you

he found you trapped in between two slabs of concrete; you were safe but you were unable to get out of it

he shot out webs that moved the slabs out of the way 

“oh my gosh... I’m a big fan of yours...” you were in awe that you were standing right in front of the neighborhood hero 

“look we gotta go.. it’s not safe here..” he tried to get you out to safety 

“wait look this is probably the only time I’ll even get to talk to you like this.. how can I thank you?” you fidgeted; the adrenaline was running in your veins, “could I kiss you?”

Hongjoong wasn’t able to say anything but he lifted his mask off

“Joongie?”

“surprise~ and I insanely handsome like you thought I was” he announced with a sense of sarcastically glum manner 

you grabbed his face and kissed him 

he was so shock and in that moment, he didn’t know he could breathe so clearly

he wrapped his arm around your waist

it was like time stopped for the two of you, “Joongie, I have sooo many questions..”

“let’s get out of here first..“ he reeled back into reality, “gotta get you back to Yunho..”

you couldn’t say anything to that

he dropped you off at the entrance

there was a moment of blissful silence until the entrance way was crumbling

he pushed you as hard as he could into Yunho’s arm and tried to keep the pillars up

but even at the extraordinary limits of his abilities, Hongjoong couldn’t keep them up

in front of your face, you saw them collapse onto him 

your eyes welt up with tears, you tried to run to him as you called his name but Yunho held you back

the authorities came too late

Hongjoong didn’t make it to the hospital 

his death was a tragedy; he was known as the infamous neighborhood hero

but he was your childhood friend

and your best friend 

and your first love

his mother let you into his room one last time before they were going to move away

the death of their son was too much for them to stay in the same house that they raised him in 

the TV was on in his room; there was a bed made of daisy petals 

“Kim Hongjoong, senior at KQ High School, died as our friendly neighborhood, hero. he was also known as Spider-Man. the hospital also diagnosed that he was suffering with Hanakaki disease. our hero died with an one-sided love disease..”

you switched off the TV and clenched your heart 

you convinced yourself that you didn’t have anything to do with his Hanakaki disease 

his mother knocked on the door before entering, “hey there sweetie... Hongjoong told me to give this to you if anything happened to him..”

she gave you a peck on the forehead, “let me know if you need anything..”

the letter was sealed with a spider web

Y/N.. hey.. remember all the letters we wrote each other? I have them all saved up still. I read them when I’m bored.. or when I miss you. if you’re getting this letter, something probably happened to me. and if you’re getting this letter, I probably haven’t told you everything about me. I’m Spider-Man. big surprise! but that’s not the main point of this letter. I was able to make this neighborhood safe but I wasn’t able to confess to you. the scariest thing was, knowing that another guy could make you happier than I could. and all of my efforts would just be a nuisance to you. I just want you to know if that no matter what, I love you. I’m sorry I didn’t keep my promise of proposing to you when we were kids.. childish I know, but that’s what keeps me going everyday. I want you to be the best version of yourself and be the happiest person in the world. Yunho is a great guy and I know that he’s going to treat you well. even if I’m not your hero, I hope someone out there will be..

your tears trickled over the letter

he wasn’t just someone’s hero

he was yours

you loved every part of him; he was your hero before he was anyone else’s hero 

but you convinced yourself that you were never going to be good enough for him 

but like the wishes he had for you in his letter

your brain convinced your heart that you were going to continue loving Yunho so that you wouldn’t have the Hanakaki disease 

you wished that there was more time for him to confess to you

you wished that there was more time for you to confess to him

and now you lost your childhood friend

your best friend

and your first, true love 

[ masterlist + guidelines ]

[oscar-piastri]

improvised nurse [peter parker x reader]

title: improvised nurse

pairing: peter parker x reader

summary: you find a wounded spiderman in your bedroom

words: +3.6k

taglist: @borhapparker (i figured you’d want to be tagged in my marvel ones as well c:)

notes: i’m really proud of this! feel free to tell me what you think!

Spider-Man remains one of the biggest mystery of the moment. Everyone is dying to know who that masked superhero is, his name is all over the news to relate his latest exploits. Tonight wasn’t any different, Spider-Man was on TV to show his last arrest, but this time, something changed: it was the first time he was shown hurt. You were eating with your family when the footage of Spider-Man being stabbed was shown, it was so unexpected that you dropped your cutlery when you saw the scene. There was no way of knowing what happened next, because the video cut, to slide back to the news’ presenter. The rest of the dinner was in a big silence, you could only hear you brother’s sobs because he saw his new hero being hurt.

After dinner, you went upstairs to put your brother to bed, seeing his puffy eyes made you think about what happened and even thought you did your best to tell him that Spider-Man was fine, you knew he wasn’t truly believing you.

You went back to your room, you shivered when the cold air hit you as soon as you opened the door. You often forget to close your window, you never really cared because you knew Spider-Man was always around to watch over the neighbourhood, but after tonight’s incident, you knew nobody was looking after criminals. Switching on the light, you made your way to your window to close it. But you couldn’t help but scream when you turned around and noticed an unknown figure on your bed.

“Honey what’s wrong?” You father asked loudly from downstairs. 

You looked at the red and blue masked superhero, lying like dead on your bed. “N-nothing, I just… Saw a spider on my bed” You replied, bringing your hands on your heart to make sure he was still beating after you almost died of scare.

You ran to your bedroom, carefully closing the door to prevent your parents from seeing what was happening in your bedroom. You slowly walked back to your bed, not being able to look away from the masked superhero but you clearly had no idea of what to do. The only thing you knew was that he was stabbed and probably bleeding to death on your bed, or even worse, he was probably already dead.

His chest was lifting up and you took that as a sign that he was still breathing, but it wasn’t erasing the part that he was still hurt and that he could soon stop breathing if you stay still. You walked closer to your bed, before kneeling in front of it, so your face was on the same level on his. You slowly brought a hand to his neck, to the separation of his face mask and bodysuit, to lift up the mask in order to find out if he was wounded on his face. Yes, just like everyone you wanted to know what was Spider-Man, but you also wanted to make sure he was fine.

Your fingers finally touched the soft red fabric and as you were going to take his mask off, you felt a strong grip around your wrist, making you lose your balance and falling back on your butt.

“Don’t” He grunted in pain, placing his hands on his wounds as he felt a terrible pain rushing through his body.

“I-I’m sorry” you blurred out, blinking your eyes to make sure that everything was real.

“Sorry for barging in like that” He apologized as well, but you could tell that speaking was hurting him. “Saw your open window and I was too tired to-” He tried to explain but you didn’t let him finish.

“It’s okay. Don’t speak” You ordonned as you gave him an old piece of fabric that was laying around. “Apply pressure on your wound” You said as you took your phone out of your pocket. “Now you’re here and I’ll try my best to keep you… alive” you told him, hoping you’d reassure him a little. But in all honesty, he didn’t seemed worried at all, not like you who were shaking because let’s face it, you didn’t know what to do at all, hence the fact that you were using your phone to make some research. You’ve watched some tv shows were they would deal with this kind of plot; someone helping another person wounded, but reality could be quite different.

“What are you doing?” He asked in a low voice.

“Googling ‘how to treat a stab wound’, because as you can see, I’m a student, not a doctor” You snap at him “Sorry, I can come off as mean when I’m stressed” You apologized in a more calming voice. 

You quickly read some articles trying to memorize the most important gesture. You needed to be quick if you didn’t want him to bleed to death, and what was worrying you was that you had no idea if any organs have been touched. “Take off your suit or whatever that is” You asked him and he executed right away.

“Ouch” He grunted every time he was moving an arm.

“Let me help you” You proposed, helping him get off from his suit. “Oh, I’m sorry” you apologized when you had to pull harder because the fabric of his suit was sticking with the blood. You stopped pulling away his suit right under his waist, the wound was visible and you didn’t want to find out what was under his waist. Just thinking about this made your cheeks turn into a slight shade of red. Your eyes wandered over his abdomen, you could only feel his pain when you saw many bruises next to the fresh cut wound. According to his abdomen and some fresh research, no organs have been touched, and you simply need to clean the wound and stitch it.

“Focus. It’s a life or death situation” you mentally said, trying to find the boost of confidence you needed to help him. “Okay, don’t move” You told him before realising what you just said “Yeah, sorry, I know you can’t go very far” You apologized as you got up, you asked him to be quiet as you left your room, closing the door behind you. You tiptoed to the upstairs bathroom, trying to make no noise to avoid many questions from your parents. Taking back your phone, you looked at the listed items you needed to treat Spider-Man’s wound: you luckily found a saline solution, after searching in many drawers, you found a small stitching kit and you mentally thanked your father for being a fan of camping, because he had a kit for any situation. You grabbed some bandage before going back to your bedroom.

“Still alive?” You asked, closing the door with your legs because you hands were full. You carefully dropped the items on your nightstand when you saw the superhero lifting his thumb to tell you that he was still with you.

You gave him one of your stuffed animals, in the movies that’s what they do, they give something they can hold and squeeze if they’re in pain while they’re being stitched up. “You might want to hold on to that” You advised him, and he grabbed it right away, already holding it with a strong grip.

“Thanks”

You sat on the edge of the bed, trying to find the best position so you could treat his wound. The bleeding seemed to have stopped, which was a big relief to you “You know, taking off your mask would be useful, like knowing if you’re turning white because you’re dying” You said as you carefully poured some saline solution on the superhero’s wound. You saw him quiver in pain, making you apologized as you kept cleaning the wound.

“I will never take it off” He let out, once you had finished cleaning the wound, feeling less pain. Of course he couldn’t take off his mask, especially with you around. He wasn’t ready for you to discover his true identity; Peter Parker, also known as your best friend. If Peter could tell you the truth, he’d say that he ended up at your house because he knew you’d be the best person he could trust with that, perfectly knowing you’d help him without asking questions.

“I’m Y/N, by the way” You introduced yourself, you had just read that talking with the injured person was a way to keep him conscious. You were ready to talk about anything as long as it will keep him alive.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Spider-Man” he replied and you chuckled at his words, and you could tell by the sound of his voice that he was proud of himself for joking around like that.

You were about to start the worst part, stitching him up, when you heard a loud knock on your door. “Y/N? Are you okay? What’s with the noise?” You recognized your mother’s voice and you started to freak out. There was no time or place for you to hide Spider-Man, so you knew you had to come up with some lies so your mother wouldn’t come inside. You ran to your door, and opened it slightly, stucking your head in the small opening. “Y/N, it’s late! What are you doing?” She asked, trying to open the door so she could enter.

“I’m… uh…” You hesitated, not finding any believable lie. “I’m watching… porn?” you blurred out, crossing your fingers she’ll believe you. Her eyes were wide open, blinking more than she should, her mouth in a “o” shape.

“Oh my dear… Okay, that is totally normal, if you-” 

“It’s okay. I’ve got it. Good night mom” you told her before closing the door. You were quite surprised with your own lie, and even more surprised that she believed it.

“Nice one” He slowly laughed

“Yeah well laugh while you can, the next step is gonna hurt like hell” You warned him, sitting back to your previous spot. You looked at your phone once again but just reading the many articles made your vision blurry, and you felt like you could throw up at any moment.

“Hey, you can do that” The superhero tried to reassure you. You nodded your head, and started preparing for the following steps. You sterilized the tools you were gonna use, you put on some gloves your mother used when she was cleaning the bathroom. But even the words of encouragement from the masked hero wasn’t enough, you hands were shaking like crazy and you struggled to put the suture material to the needle. But you had to hurry, and when you looked at his wound once again, you felt the boost you needed and you eventually succeeded.

“Don’t hesitate to destroy my stuffed animals and I’m sorry for what’s gonna happen” You warned him, and he nodded, giving you the signal to start. You took a deep breath and started working. The superhero flinched in pain as soon as you pushed the needle in his skin and you bite your lips as you saw him in deep pain. The you twisted your hand clockwise so the needle was coming up on the other side of the wound. You tried your best to have the needle coming out straight across from the first needle hole, as you had read on an article. 

You weren’t even thinking anymore, you just tried to reproduce whatever was on the pictures to your best, and you managed to suture a few inches, hearing the muffled groans of the mask hero. You were completely proud of yourself, but you didn’t had time to congratulate yourself, because you hadn’t stitched the whole wound, so after taking a big breath, you repeated the same steps, still talking to the superhero, mostly to calm yourself and distract you from the butchery that was happening on your bed.

To finish, you used the bandages to wrap and protect the wound. “Promise me you’ll see a doctor soon, I’m not sure how it’ll look in a few hours” you said, as you packed everything back in the suture kit. You quickly realised that you heard no answer and his body hasn’t moved either. “No! No wake up!” you half yelled, shaking him a little to wake him up. You knew he wasn’t supposed to sleep, well you didn’t know but you assumed, because he was just weak and if he was sleeping, his state could get worse, and you frankly didn’t want to have a dead man on your bed.

“I wasn’t sleeping, I was just thinking” he answered, trying to lean against your bed frames and pillows.

“Oh”

“Give me your phone” he asked and you executed right away. He thanked you and typed something before handing your phone back.

“What’s that? A superhero’s number?” You jokingly asked as you looked at the written digits.

“Someone that works with me, tell him to pick me up and he’ll take care of me” He explained in a low voice.

“Why didn’t you give me that sooner?” You asked raising your voice.

“Because I was gonna bleed to death on your bed? And I was too weak to move. At least now I can use my web to get out of your room.” He retorted and you had to agree.

You called the number and talked to a certain Happy Hogan, he seemed pretty worried about the superhero’s safety, but you heard a big sigh of relief when you told him he was fine. And just like you’ve been told to do, you asked Happy if he could come as soon as possible at your address, to pick up the masked vigilante and drop him off to a proper doctor.

“He’ll be there soon” You said as you hung up. You carefully moved your desk chair to bring it closer to your bed so you could keep an eye on your patient. Your alarm clock was showing that it was close to midnight and you could sense that the two of you were totally exhausted.

To keep yourself awake, you grabbed a book from your nightstand and dived in reading. From your position you could still clearly look at the printed letters and survey his breathing. 

You eventually found yourself distracted from your reading, when your eyes were glued to his body. You didn’t had the occasion to take a closer look earlier because of the rushed attempt at saving his life, but you had all the time until Happy shows up.

His chest and abdomen were covered in bruises, some were fresh, others were a few days older and it pained you to see his bruised body, you couldn’t imagine the pain he must be in. Your eyes stopped at his abs and your cheeks went red again, then your eyes went all the way up again to look at his arms. Strong arms, with nicely shaped biceps, you couldn’t lie, it was a really nice view. You stopped at his mask, you let your imagination to find out what person was underneath the mask. 

“Don’t stare” You heard someone chuckle and you felt your face going all red.

“I wasn’t” You mumbled, hiding your face in the book. You couldn’t say if he was mad or happy about it, because the mask was blocking every movement from his face. “Your voice” you blurred out, trying to create a new subject so you could move on from that awkward staring moment.

“What’s wrong with my voice?”

“It’s a weird voice” You replied.

“I know, it’s not my real voice” He explained, he was indeed using a technology that was changing his voice’s sound, to avoid being recognized by his voice, especially with you around, who clearly could recognize your best friend, if he was using his normal voice.

Your phone vibrated and you saw a text from signed from Happy, saying that he was outside. You got up from your seat to take a look at the window, where you a saw a parked car in front of your house. “Looks like your ride is here” you said, turning around to find a already up Spider-Man, he was walking funny due to his injuries but he looked in a better shape than when he came here earlier that night.

“Thank you, for everything” He said, walking to join you next to the window.

“Just did my best” you shrugged “And be careful, okay?” You asked, now that you’ve seen how wounded he was, you couldn’t help but worry about his next fight.

He nodded and threw his web on the other side of the street. “See ya!” He said before jumping out of your window, he landed next to the car, it wasn’t a perfect land but he didn’t tripped and fell, and you were glad to know him safe, in good hands.

You closed your window and changed into your pajamas. As you were about to climb into your bed, you noticed big blood stains on your bed, you let out a long sigh before taking away the bed sheets, tossing them at the other side of your room. You were too tired to change the sheets, and you decided to sleep without sheets and covers for this one night.

You woke up a few hours later when your alarm went on, surprisingly, you weren’t too tired even though you slept less than usual. You hurried to get ready to school, dropped the stained sheets in the laundry machine, and went straight to school. You were dying to find your friend Peter, to tell you all about your crazy night, but at your biggest surprise, he was nowhere to be found. You assumed that he was either late or already in his class, and decided to look for him again during the lunch break.

“Peter, you will never know what happened last night” You exclaimed, a giant smile on your face as you were running to the table he was sitting at, in the refectory “Hey, what’s wrong? You look unwell…”

“Oh don’t worry.. I wasn’t looking and tripped in the stairs back in my apartment building” he lied

“You should call May, she needs to pick you up!” You suggested, worried about your best friend’s health.

“I’m fine as long as I don’t move too much.” He assured you, hoping you wouldn’t add two and two and find out about his secret identity. “Anyway, what did you wanted to tell me?” He asked, changing the subject to avoid any questions.

“Spider-Man was at my house yesterday!” you whispered, bringing your face closer to his, so only him could hear that.

“No way!” Peter faked a surprised face. Of course he knew what happened last night, because he was here! But he really wanted to hear what you were about to say.

“It happened after he got hurt! I helped treating his wound and he stayed a few hours before one of his friends went to pick him up” You explained, you didn’t go through all the details because it was lunch hour and you knew you weren’t ready to have some flashbacks from what you did last night.

“It’s like you saved his life” Peter pointed out, bringing a new smile on your face

“Yeah, I guess you could say that” you said, sensing a feeling of pride rushing through your mind. Before attending you next class, you asked Peter to call his aunt because he needed to rest at least this day, after his fall in the stairs. 

On your way back home, you stopped by at a kiosque to take a look at today’s press articles. There was no update on Spider-Man’s situation in the local news, and most of the newspapers were worried, already planning an hommage, thinking he died somewhere in the street. You knew that he was safe and he was probably resting somewhere, to be at the top of his form to starting catching criminals again.

A few days had passed since you played an improvised nurse for the masked superhero, and he still hadn’t made his comeback, but you were probably the only person not worried about that. You decided to left your window open every night for a few hours, hoping he’ll swing by some night, to tell you that he was back.

He eventually came one night, as you were working on some homework by your desk. He cleared his throat to announce his presence, which made you jump out of scare. But when you turned around towards the noise, you were relieved to find him crouching on your window ledges, holding a stuffed animal in his hands. 

You walked up to him and he handed you the animal “It’s because I almost destroyed one of yours” he babbled. Peter was mentally thanking himself for wearing a mask, so you couldn’t see him blushing.

“You didn’t have to!” You thanked him, holding the stuffed animal closed to your chest and closed to your heart. “I love it” you continued, slightly blushing. “By the way, how do you feel?” You asked for an update on his wound. He managed to come back here so you figured he was feeling better, but you’d rather have his confirmation than making your own assumptions.

“I’m doing awesome, thanks to you!” He began, watching your face going from worried to happy. “Don’t worry,I’m being careful. And if I end up hurt again, I know where to go” He continued “You’re a really good nurse” He said, using his webs to get out before you could say something.

You watched him swinging in the air, holding the stuffed animal pretty tightly, hoping he’d come back soon.