#no longer be recognizable as peter parker. that’s a whole OC

[fooligancity]

also what the hell is with fans wanting Anyone except aunt may or uncle ben to be peter parkers actual parents. that is not how found family works OR how peter parker works

[spiderboyandfriends]

Unravel: Part One

Pairing: Peter Parker x Female OC

Summary: As Tony Stark attempts to get to know his newest recruit, Peter Parker, he consequently begins to unravel the mystery of Peter’s girlfriend, Vivian.

Warnings: panic attack, swearing

Word Count: 1117

A/N: so this is my first fanfic and I'm very excited to start sharing my writing with tumblr. also, I created this character and I'm super hyped about it and I kinda want to create a whole story/book about her and Peter so if anyone reads this and wants to give me some feedback I would love that so much, please enjoy!

         Peter and Tony were tinkering in the workshop as they did every weekend, when Peter yawned. That’s when Tony realized what time it was. “Kid, it’s getting late. You should head up to bed, you have training early tomorrow.”

         Peter seemed hesitant, but Tony didn’t chalk it up to be anything more than just wanting to stay up and work on his suit. He should have known better. It had been a long time since Peter had stayed at the tower for a whole weekend without Vivian in a long time, and he was too tired to patrol instead of sleeping. Something was bound to go wrong because you know that kid couldn’t catch a break.

         So, the fact that he woke up in a panicked sweat after sleeping for just 45 minutes, was no surprise to him. Peter frantically sat up and threw the covers off of him as he let out choked sobs. When F.R.I.D.A.Y. alerted Tony of the kid’s quickening heart rate and rising blood pressure, he immediately dropped the web shooter he was working on and grabbed an arm piece to one of his suits. Tony imagined that Peter was in trouble, he never thought he would rush into the teen’s room and see him a shaky, crying mess on the floor. Panic attack. Tony knew as soon as he saw Peter curled into himself and mumbling something not recognizable from Tony’s place by the door.

         He didn’t freak out like some people might think he would, because Tony knew how to handle a panic attack. Hell, he had them himself. He moved toward the kid and squatted in front of him. The older man rested his hand on Peter’s shoulder and started to speak when the kid lashed out at Tony before quickly curling back in on himself, shaking more than before. Peter’s broken words of “please don’t hurt me,” sent Tony into a panic. He clearly needed help on this.

         He stood up and backed away from the kid and asked F.R.I.D.A.Y. to call Vivian. She picked up on the third ring and he connected the call to his earpiece. “Tony? Is everything okay? It’s 3am,” she let out in one breath.

         He didn’t even hear her questions before he opened his mouth, “Peter is having a panic attack or something and I tried to help but I think I made it worse and I need you to tell me what to do.” He could hear her scramble to get up and throw things around the room as she tried to find shoes and a sweater.

         “Okay,” she said out of breath “I’ll be there in 15 minutes and whatever you do don’t touch him until he can talk lucidly, or he will freak out.”

         Before she could finish he spoke again “yeah I figured that part out, wow I really thought I had this.”

         “It’s okay” he could hear her staring her car now. “Go get water but make sure it isn’t too cold, put it in the microwave if you have to. Just for 15 or 20 seconds.” Tony cautiously followed her directions, scared to leave Peter alone. Vivian knew what he was thinking “he’ll be okay, just get the water and fill it hallway so he doesn’t spill it. His hands aren’t very steady right now, I can guarantee.” She was trying to keep her cool as much as she could while speeding to get to the tower.

         “Okay, I got the water. Do I just… hand it to him?” He was nervous, he didn’t ever want to see his kid like this. Well, not his kid, Peter.

         “Yeah, um you need to try to talk to him or he’ll start to disassociate. You need to ask him yes or no questions and it’s okay if he doesn’t answer the first few times, just keep trying. I should be there soon. Call me if he gets worse. Please.” She hung up taking a few deep breaths to calm herself down. She hated not being with Peter when he needed her.

Tony slowly lowered himself in front of Peter and held out the water. “Peter, I got you some water and I heated it up like Viv does” he tried to stay calm in the face of the teenager falling apart in front of him. Peter took the cup with unbelievably shaky hands and kept his eyes down.

         “Kid, hey, um can you shake you’re head yes and no for me? Please?” Nothing, he continued. “Um, Vivian is coming soon. Do you know where you are?” A slight, scared nod in return. “Okay good. Stay with me here, kid. Can you take a sip of water please?” Peter didn’t look up, but he lifted the cup to his lips and took a small drink. He seemed more aware and he breathing was slower.

         When Tony was about to speak again Vivian came into the room and set down her purse at the door. This is the most vulnerable he had ever seen. She no longer hid behind her fashionable clothes and makeup. Vivian had her wavy, natural hair pulled into a high ponytail and she was wearing her glasses (which Tony wasn’t aware she even had) and white Nike shorts and a Midtown sweatshirt. He also saw her in tennis shoes for the first time, Nike of course. Even in this moment of emergency, she was seemingly as put together as the day he met her. It made Tony wonder how she kept up this act all the time.

         Vivian kneeled in front of Peter who still wouldn’t look up from the hardwood floor in front of him. “Hey, is your water any good? Too cold?” She didn’t doubt Tony’s abilities to take acre of Peter, she just needed to get Peter to think about something. Peter glanced up at her for a second before looking right back down at the ground. He took another drink of water to answer her question. “Okay, you feeling better?” He nodded. “Your chest still hurt?” She knew the answer.

         He finally spoke, very quietly and unsteady. “Y-yeah.” Vivian barely heard him. She was thankful for his spoken response and inched closer.

         “Can you hand me your water, Peter?” She held out her hand and he held it out to her quickly. She took a deep breath and Peter looked up. “Can you take my hand? It’s okay if you need more time.” Vivian held out her hand and Peter slowly moved his to wrap around her fingers. “Good.” She waited a few seconds before pulling him, into a tight hug. He tensed up for a minute, but he eventually relaxed into her.