#peter dont need another parental figure

[me-myself-and-eyes]

I need some good fics with peter being treated like an equal by team red and the avengers (namely tony) coming to terms with the fact that Peter can hold his own

[hermesserpent-stuff]

for my mysterios apprentice au. right after uncle ben died.

mentions of death and funerals and mourning.

Quentin finds his heart aching. The Parker family had been so kind to him after he had started letting Peter into his lab. May and Ben had even had him over several times and had been kind enough to include him on holidays when they truly had no need to. He has a lovely pair of mittens from last Christmas that he wears when the weather cools. Peter had been his main connection to the happy family, but Ben and May had accepted him easily as another adult figure in Peter’s life.

Now…

Now Ben Parker is dead. A gunshot from a random robber who had fled the scene. Quentin silently stands beside Peter in the graveyard. The skys are bright and clear, almost a mockery of the sorrow that rests on the shoulders of all those standing around. Peter’s eyes are stained red, but there are no tears today. Instead, the teen looks to be attempting to stand strong for his aunt. Quentin feels so useless in the face of this grief. A soft wind blows as the final rights are read and the coffin is covered. 

During the repast at the Parker’s home, Peter vanishes. Quentin goes up to Peter’s room to find the teen frowning down at a notebook, tears falling onto a already dampened page. Quentin knocks on the doorframe and the teen scrubs his face and snaps the the notebook closed.

“Peter-”

Peter looks away. Right. So many well wishes and apologies. The kid must be sick of them. Quentin certainly knows he had grown sick of them each time he had a parent die. He takes a breath.

“Want to make like a tree and get out of here? I have a back to the future movie with your name on it and a piece of coding that has been fighting me for a week.”

He quotes the movie and is rewarded for his efforts with a glance from Peter. The teen hesitates and Quentin breathes.

“Your aunt has a few dozen people to look after her right now. You need to recoup your strength so you can look after her later. Let me look after you today. Okay Peter?”

Peter hesitates, and then seems to come to some sort of decision, hand tightening around the notebook as his eyes grow fierce. 

“Okay.”

It is the last word heard from Peter for a while. 

---

Peter works silently in his lab, nary a word crossing his lips. No smiles or laughter either. Quentin feels so lost. He wants to be there for Peter but is not entirely sure how. Things had started vanishing from his work space over the last weak but Quentin does not have the heart to confront his apprentice. What should he do?

Peter communicates through notes, handwriting slightly shaky. But clear. Quentin would prefer to to hear Peter speak. Whistle. Have any sign of happiness. 

He had called his own past mentor, seeking ideas, but Phineas had simply told him that time and support are the best he can do. There is not a way for him to replace Ben. Or restore the man to life. Peter just needs someone. But… Quentin feels useless. 

Quentin sucks in a breath as Peter leaves that evening, and he notes another bit of scrap gone missing. Alright. This is enough. He has to say something. 

Peter comes back the next day and Quentin sits at his work bench.

“Peter… Stuff has started to go missing from my lab. Not anything that I cant live without, but Id like to know that your taking things rather them just disappearing. I dont mind sharing, but I want to know I can trust you with my tools and supplies-”

Peter’s face pales and twists with guilt and the teen looks away as his eyes get teary. Quentin softens his voice and touches Peter’s shoulder.

“You dont have to tell me what your secret project is, but you can’t… locking everyone out isnt healthy Peter. And I want to help you. But I cant if you dont-”

Peter starts to scribble something, frowns, crumples the paper and stands with a rush. He throws his bag back over his head and then is gone. Quentin tries to stop him but the teen shoves him and the strength of the push is a enough of a shock to leave Quentin on the floor. Shakily, the man breathes and straightens himself. 

Some how he had messed that up. Darn it! He just… He sighs. And then scoops up the piece of paper. And a few of the newspaper clippings that had fallen from Peter’s bag in the teen’s haste.

‘If thou didst ever thy dear father love … Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.’

His heart beats a little faster. Oh. How had he not considered this. Peter is looking for revenge. He had not thought the Parker’s the type. His finger tap a unsteady rhythm as he considers the idea. No. Revenge was not like Peter. Nor was killing, which is certainly the end result of a revenge for the death of a love one. He would have hoped Hamlet had taught him… Then again to hear a tale and to live it, are two separate things. 

Hamlet had been alone. 

Peter would not be.

--

Peter feels embarrassed by his little storm out. But everything had been so much since Uncle Ben died. He had thought Quentin would not have noticed as he tried to build things up for Spider-man. His little persona that would allow him to get Ben’s killer. It had gotten him into a few scraps with random thugs he thought might be responsible, quickly teaching him that he needed better gear. And some better fighting skills. 

But he had not thought…

Now Quentin must hate him too. Another person lost as he tried to put things right. Maybe if he just spoke… but his voice constantly failed him when he tried. Fear, panic, distress, anyone of those labels could almost fit the feeling that snatched his ability to speak. 

Peter stands at Quentin’s lab door, twitching slightly. He had to try and explaining himself. He hopes…

He pushes the door open slowy, fingers tightening over his bag strap. Perhaps he could convince Quentin to forgive him. He adjusts his false glasses. His mentor turns as he enters and Peter bends his head slightly. There is not a smile on Quentin’s face like normal.  Pain pieces his heart. He is not welcome here?

“Peter. Here.”

Peter quietly takes a binder from the hands of his mentor. He slowly opens it, and is stunned to find that it is full of information about uncle Ben’s murder. Suspects, type of gun used, history of different similar crimes, where the suspects maybe. 

His eyes are huge, looking up through unneeded glasses to his mentor’s eyes.

“I used up all the contacts I could. Im not… I’m not the most connected in the underground, but I had a few people who owed me or owed a friend of mine who got stuff from the police department that wasn't released to the media.”

Peter holds it reverently and looks up at Quentin. A whisper slips out, voice working for once. 

“Thank- thank you.”

His heart soars for a moment. Quentin smiles and then cups his face gently.

“Just… Peter. Vengengece isnt… you. Justice? That might be more your speed. Just- don't lose that Peter I've come to admire. Okay? Take care of that Peter that your Uncle Ben loved.”

Peter feels tears falling at the reminder of his Uncle. With great power comes great responsibility. He is reminded of the words he had brushed off so casually that night. Peter slowly nods.

He presses closer to his mentor with a soft breath. He would hunt down his uncle’s killer. But he is not so sure he wants to kill them anymore. With these powers he now had and this new information, he is more sure than ever of his success. He could do this. 

[ao3feed-drstrange]

Red X take 3

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/bPI5Eru by livelaughlovenightwing This is another Peter Parker in Gotham fic if you couldn’t tell But twist deathstroke finds Peter first 😮 Will Peter stay with slade or will he go to Batman stay tuned to find out!!! Words: 2129, Chapters: 4/?, Language: English Fandoms: DCU, Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Bruce Wayne, Slade Wilson, Peter Parker, Tim Drake, Barbara Gordon, Dick Grayson, Duke Thomas, Stephanie Brown, Alfred Pennyworth, Tony Stark, Damian Wayne, dr.strange, Aunt May Parker (Marvel) Relationships: Dick Grayson/Wally West, Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent Additional Tags: No Smut, Adopted Peter Parker, Good Parent Bruce Wayne, Teen Peter Parker, Peter Parker is a Little Shit, Slade Wilson Being an Asshole, Slade Wilson is Deathstroke, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Coffee Lover Tim Drake, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Dick Grayson is Peter Parker's Biological Parent, Bisexual Peter Parker, Emotional Manipulation, Parent Slade Wilson, Implied Relationships, Peter Parker has PTSD, Dick Grayson Can't Cook, Slade has OCD, I wrote this instead of doing my homework, DONT POST THIS TO ANOTHER SITE PLEASE, Protective Slade Wilson, Peter Parker in Gotham read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/bPI5Eru

[ssszlami]

Harry Potter characters as things my friends have said except there's way too many characters

Yes, we write down funny things we say, no that's not weird

Harry: “I wanna jump out a castle window but like not die” 

Ron: “WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE GOOD AT SOMETHING???”

Hermione: “It’s feminine to write a paragraph”

Neville: “Lore update: I’m confused as hell.”

Luna: “Hey I can’t come to the party on Friday night, I just bought a bunch of cows and I gotta chill with them.”

Ginny: “I feel like you’re only dating me for my brother.”

Draco: “My chat is in it’s gaslight era”

Dean: “This is a lot like a cult for a Christian movie”

Seamus: “Agility: Setting things on fire and watching it explode... but in different directions.”

Dumbledore: “No one here has committed any crimes, and if you have, they were funny crimes, so it’s fine”

McGonagall: “When u get to the exam its not gonna be helpful that you spent your lessons drinking gatorade and eating donuts”

Snape: “If you’re going to traumatise children at least make it aesthetic”

Sirius: “I’m so alpha that the men around me change their sexuality to accomodate for me”

Remus: “I have four lines of self-hate for you”

Lily: “The milfs in my bag”

James: “No beta we die like parental figures”

Molly: “Goodnight offspring.”

Arthur: “How often a day do you reckon your car gets a boner?” 

Fred: “Love. Truth. Bodacious Booty.”

George: "In this world, it's either meme or be memed. In my case it's both."

Percy: “It is boring! But.....we like boring.”

Bill: “Sometimes you gotta ruin the vibe for the greater good”

Charlie: "Close your face nipples and think about dragons" 

Oliver: “I’m a white man, we always win! Except at sports….except at hockey”

Hagrid: “You can't say fuck you to the dog!”

Lavender: “Not all women want to kiss women. I know, that one was a hard pill for me to swallow”

Parvati: “There is no girl on earth who is so straight she wouldn’t love having another pair of boobs around”

Padma: “Nobody likes princesses!! They’re white bitches who weren’t loved enough as children”

Crabbe: “Pancake....buttplug……pancake…….buttplug”

Goyle: *grunt* “Yes I just farted.”

Cho: “I was like ‘whatever’. Wait no I was really sad”

Cedric: “I just thumbs-upped the roof down”

Krum: “*completely monotone voice* but wait there’s more”

Fleur: “Sexism is bad. Kill everyone.”

Tonks: “Gotta go to the bathroom to change my gender real quick”

Moody: “This is not a time for sassy comebacks, this is a time for SURVIVAL!”

Lockhart: “Because I look cute it’s all my fault. Thats how that works apparently.”

Umbridge: “Oh my god it’s me! Shiny trash!”

Voldemort: “Sorry I’m holding your parents hostage and killing you but your parents can’t hear your screams of terror because they can’t hear you right now”

Bellatrix: “YOU GOTTA KILL SOME CHILDREN TO GET TO YOUR TRUE LOVE”

Lucius: “Have you started another cult?”

Narcissa: “Your son is okay” *sobs and cries*

Kingsley: “I haven’t laughed since 1972.”

Peter: “So, you’re on the floor spooning the rat”

Slughorn: “*loud chewing noises* Wow I hate myself”

Mundungus: “My voice cracked on the crack and im on crack”

Dobby: “I took my ugg boots off for that.”

Winky: “Is she gonna kill me? I’m very excited.”

Kreacher: “It’s just war miss it’s not upsetting at all” 

Myrtle: “I went to the toilet and I see like the toilet seat around her neck”

Trelawney: “Teaching pigeons to be art connoisseurs” 

Filch: “He’s like a really sticky person!”

Dudley: “Screw you I just want stuff”

Petunia: “Is there a reason you’re interrupting me mid-soup?”

Vernon: “So he’s mad” “Yeah he’s cranky” “No like insane”

Pansy: “I don’t hurt them I just legally stab them”

Lee: “Bro that’s rather cringe”

Quirell: “I don’t need an exorcism” “That’s exactly what somebody who needs a exorcism would say”

Amos: “I’m one of the last old white boys”

Karkaroff: “Terrible behaviour…. ur in denial my guy” 

Xenophilius: “EVERY JOB IS A GOVERNMENT JOB, AND I DONT KNOW WHO THE PRIME MINISTER IS”

Greyback: “I… put my hand inside his chest…and ripped out his lungs” 

Cormac: “Closeted homophobic”

Blaise: “He’s more attractive in a suit.” “ALL MEN ARE!”

Regulus: “Lucy it’s my turn to drown!!”

Aberforth: “ME? A member of the TEN COMMANDMENTS??"

Nearly Headless Nick: “Well, if you have to execute me… ok”

Marietta: “You can’t slay if you vape”

Mrs Figg: “Old lady woman man and his dog”

[nyxthedragon225]

music headcanons for jrwi pcs:

under cut because this got SUPER long

🪶 Jay- probably listened to a lot of classical music growing up, still has a healthy respect for it and knows how to play the piano and violin but she listens to a lot of undersea music with Gill because she likes the sounds. She doesn't really appreciate music too much just because for her it was always a chore, but with Chip and Gill who both express themselves with it so often, she's starting to like it more.

🪓 Chip- probably a lot of very lively, bar/festival kind of music. The foot-tappy kind. He plays an old beat-up guitar that he's had for most of his life and refuses to replace, and he plays a lot of lullabyes that aren't exactly right because he had to make most of them up from memory since Arlin used to sing them to him. He's always humming or whistling something, half the time it's made up.

🌊Gillion- He listens mostly to traditional undersea music, lots of very deep, drumlike noises since those are the ones that travel underwater the best. most of the songs are meant to be sung with large groups of people and dance circles are very common, so Gill sometimes leads the crew in impromptu dance circles. He has done this in random taverns multiple times. He's classically trained in almost every u dersea i strument but will not play unless asked.

👻 William- he listens to a lot of 80s and 90s music because of his parents, but he's started to branch out into pop music but especially the really quiet singers (that i hate). he listens to billie eilish and also tiktok mysic because he likes it. His parents forced him to learn an instrument in Middle School so he plays the flute but he's mostly forgotten how.

🥾Dakota- probably lots of punk queercore, think Dog Park Dissidents (go listen to Dog Park Dissidents). He also definately listens to a lot of videogame soundtracks and dubstep that dont have music, especially when he's overwhelmed. He hyperfixated on learning the drums once but hasn't played them in forever so he probably isn't very good at it anymore.

🔪 Vyncent- Probably mostly videogame soundtracks, the ones that remind him of home. There's definately some games he has to play on mute or he'll start freaking iut abuut how it looks so similar to home but sounds so wrong. His actual music tast was probably inspired by Ashe the most because he was the one who shares it the most. Most of the Greats play instruments but I don't have the space to list that all iut so maybe in another post.

✨ Rumi/Elena- rumi absolutely loves tavern music but is also very good at playing softer songs, which they would play to help peter fall asleep. As Elena, however, they're branching out into trying new things. Music was something consistent throughout most of their identities as a way to express themselves but every time it was through some pre-made character, so now he's having to figure out what kind of music he wants to make. She definately appreciates music for the self-expression and communication aspect of it (something I could rant for a very long time about,) and she holds a deep love and connection because of that.

🪨 Peter- never really listened to music until he met Elena, who plays music to him as a way lf expressing her love. He doesn't fully understand it, but he does think it's very sweet. Sometimes they'll play to him while he's painting, and he usually gives the painting to them afterwards. (gift giving love language mf). Elena sometimes experiments with new songs and asks Peter for advice on them, just like he does with his painting style.

🤖 Thanatos- He was never really a fan of music, not even when he was human. He did, however, act as a metronome for Rumi when they needed one. He also gave a lot of advice about new songs. Rumi went to Oetwr and Thanatos both because Thanatos would give honest criticism and Peter would give honest compliments, so it was a good balance. Sometimes when he's reading the Atlas of Untold Stories, he sees an entry about Elena playing music to Peter as they just enjoy each other's company, and sometimes he can hear the phantom sounds of musical notes from long ago.

💼 Rolan- listens exclusively to Kian's music and a couple of old mixtapes Rand and Kian made for him back in highschool. He doesn't want to try branching out because he's scared he'll hate something, unless it's something Kian and Rand introduce him to. He doesn't listen to it very often, though, because it reminds him too much kf them. There's one song he always has to skip because it's the one he was listening to That Day. Sometimes he plays it on purpose just to remind himself he wasn't crazy. It doesn't really work.

🚬 Rand- His music taste depends entirely on his mood, he just listens to whatever he wants in the moment. Sometimes he listens to Kian's music or a copy of a mixtape he made for Rolan and wonders how they're doing, and sometimes the reminder is too much and he can't stomach even the mention of Kian's name on the radio. He's angry-cried so many times because the radio starts playing one of Kian's songs or a song that he introduced to Rolan and he has to pull over so he doesn't crash because of his breakdown.

🎸 Kian- never actually listens to his own music. Instead, he listens to songs he used to plsy for Rolan and Rand back when he was still teaching himself the guitar. Some nights he sits alone in his room, gently strumming his guitar only to realize it's one of those songs he's playing unconsciously and he just cries.

[idk-bruh-20]

i realized i dont think ive ever seen an irondad fic that goes all the way back to peters past. whats it like when little peter realizes that his parents are never coming home? peter was probably a smart kid, so how long did it take him? was he in denial? did he wait for ben and may to tell him? did he try to push them away after the truth comes to light, because this is something peter's never felt before, and he never, ever wants to feel it again. does he ever shove that thought off? what happens as peter slowly lets may and ben in again? does he wait until ben dies to open up, wishing he'd let his uncle in more? whats it like when tony comes into peter's life? with all of peter's past baggage, is he thrilled to have tony there, or weary he might accidently rid the world of iron man with his parker luck? if peter goes to the lab, what happens when its the time of year ben had died, and peter can hardly sleep with guilt, and tony just watches him break down crying, trying to do his best to comfort him? what happens when peter starts to see tony as a father figure? does he, like with may and ben, try to shove the though away? his he afraid he's moving on too fast and replacing ben? who says "i love you" first?? is the other quiet when they say it, or are they ready to hear the words? do they dance around saying it all together, afraid of losing one another?

sry these are all questions lmao, but it was the best way i could describe it?? idk :]

....do I smell a whiff of self-deprecating in there fam?

(the questions are great! they explain it really well!!! stop it!!!!!)

consider this a warning point? [ **] we still at 2 dw but like. there's a half-point ghost * hanging around somewhere, waiting for another ghost point which would bring us to 3

Your ideas stand really well on their own!!! you do not need to scaffold them with apologies!!

[ironstrangeao3]

A 'Normal' Uncle

by sarajbanner

"Paul and I are going on a trip, and before you ask, no you cannot stay here on your own."

Dam, there goes my plans to invite Annabeth, Piper, Leo, and Nico over for the month. They're all year-rounders these days but I know they'd like to stay somewhere they're not responsible for 8-year-olds for a while. I get why I shouldn't though, last time was home alone for more than a couple hours, Paul came home to me summoning three gallons of water from the moisture in the air to put out a fire that I accidentally started on the stove trying to make mac n' cheese. Then, upon him announcing his presence by screaming, I slipped on some of said water and gave myself a mild concussion.

"Okay," I said, "but since Mr. D says I need to 'expand my comfort zone outside of camp', whatever that means, I don't have anywhere to stay." My mom shook her head.

"First of all, you know exactly what it means. He's tired of you telling everyone who praises you for saving the world that you 'did it for the vine' and pointing at him." I giggled at that. "Second of all, I've already got you a place to stay. With your uncle."

or

Percy is (somewhat) pleasantly surprised to find out she has a (somewhat) normal uncle

Words: 1214, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Characters: Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase (Percy Jackson), Tony Stark

Relationships: Annabeth Chase/Percy Jackson, Percy Jackson & Tony Stark, Jason Grace/Piper McLean/Leo Valdez, Percy Jackson & Peter Parker, Tony Stark/Stephen Strange

Additional Tags: Female Percy Jackson, Bisexual Percy Jackson, Bisexual Annabeth Chase (Percy Jackson), WLW percabeth, oh wow another tony is percys uncle fic, How original, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, mcvalgrace gives me life i love them, help i dont know how to tag, skater percy jackson??

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/44992606

[crystal-witchiness]

***Okay so I found this in my notes from May 2021 as a reaction to the scenes in the beginning of Endgame when Captain Marvel first brings Tony and Nebula back to Earth, when they first get off the ship, and when Tony yells at Steve a few scenes later when he looks like ‘Death Warmed Over’ in his robe and i thought I’d share -

Every time someone argues with me about my ABSOLUTE 100% belief that Steve and Tony had romantic feelings for each other, I’ll just show them this scene. “And I needed YOU.” He didn’t say “You guys” or “Your help.” Tony looked at Steve with so much pain in his eyes and said, “I needed y o u.” And Steve is just as broken watching Tony. This isn’t the first time this has happened between them. They had MANY scenes like this in Civil War (but I like to pretend that movie didn’t happen cause ‘ow blow a hole in my ship why dontcha?’) I mean technically I could submit that whole movie as evidence of their feelings but there are too many negative emotions wrapped up in it and it hurts. This movie is the first time they’ve seen each other since Civil War and when Tony first gets off the ship he basically falls into Steve’s arms. First of all, Steve fricking S P R I N T S when he sees Tony getting off the ship, then Tony sighs in relief and lets Steve take his weight. AND IMMEDIATELY begins unloading his grief about losing Peter cause he knew Steve would understand and comfort him. You can SEE s e e when Pepper runs up that (Ofc Tony does another sigh of relief that the snap didn’t take her (which I wish it did sorry Pepper your character stopped being interesting in the 2nd Iron Man)) Tony has to pull himself off of Steve and pretend to have it more together than he does because Pepper immediately begins crying and Tony has to comfort her. But Steve doesn’t leave his side. Tony cradling Pepper but he’s turning his body so that Steve can cradle him and ugh. Honestly I would have accepted a polyamorous relationship. Tony NEEDED someone to be the leader. THATS LITERALLY WHAT PEPPER WAS TALKING ABOUT. Tony NEVER rests because he always thinks he has to be the one to do everything, EXCEPT for when Steve’s around. Steve is the Captain and even though they bump heads (a lot, awww couples’ squabbles) Tony ALWAYS defers to Steve when it’s important. And Steve? Steve HAS to be a leader, to be helpful, in a healthy way because he couldn’t be that for most of his life in the past. He was a scrawny defenseless guy who always had to depend on Bucky. So to be able to take care of this group of wonderful people who are so powerful and yet STILL NEED STEVE? It’s who he his. It’s who Tony is too but he doesn’t WANT to be that way, he does it because he has to. He does it when no one else can or he doesn’t want to lose anyone else. This scene right now is Tony feeling helpless and so he lashes out at the easiest person, Steve. Steve is their leader and has saved them many times. Tony saw that picture of Peter and couldn’t handle his own feelings of helplessness so he lashed out to bring down the next ‘leader figure’ of the group. Steve and Tony have always been the parents of the Avengers. Steve is the most dad-est dad ever to dad. Meanwhile, Tony invites everyone to live with him while feeding them, clothing them (armor and civilian clothes) and making sure they have top of the line protection. HE LITERALLY EVEN SAYS THIS IN AGE OF ULTRON. SUCH a mom. So he wanted to make Steve feel his pain because Steve made a promise that they would lose together and Steve wasn’t there on that moon. And OF COURSE Tony knows that Steve was on earth fighting his own battle against Thanos but he wasn’t WITH Tony. And they are always stronger together than apart. (Civil War kinda proved this too) Tony sees Steve’s absence as the reason they lost, because ‘if only they’d been together’ ‘maybe we could have won if we’d only been together.’

ALSO DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON TONY LITERALLY GIVING STEVE A REPRESENTATION OF HIS HEART. I know he did it out of anger and to make a point but he took away this piece of him, that he made SPECIFICALLY BECAUSE HE FELT VULNERABLE WITHOUT THE ARC, and gave it to Steve. Once again shedding that responsibility and giving it to Steve. Because even with the residual anger over Civil War, Tony trusts Steve. He says otherwise in this moment out of anger but that “vision” he talks about here? He literally watches Steve die (YEAH THATS RIGHT I SAID STEVE. Not PEPPER, NOT RHODEY, NOT ANY OF THE OTHER AVENGERS.) Wanda showed him his worst fear in Age of Ultron and it was the death of the Avengers, but he didn’t see THEM die. Everyone else, Thor, Bruce, Natasha, and Clint were already dead. Tony watched STEVE die and it was STEVE saying that Tony could’ve saved them that spurred him into creating Ultron. He was so scared of losing them and letting Steve down (and letting him die) that he wanted to wrap the whole world in armor to protect him. And he tries to do it again in this scene. He means it to be spiteful but he gives Steve his armor and tells him to hide from Thanos. WHICH IS ANOTHER THING UGH. Tony doesn’t know that out of all of the people who fought Thanos in Wakanda that day, Steve was the one who engaged in hand-to-hand combat with him. Everyone else had armor and suits, weapons, etc. Steve has his serum strength and he u s e d it. It didn’t help for very long but he used his BARE HANDS to fight an alien-monster wielding 5/6 of ALL POWERFUL infinity stones, and ofc he was never going to win, but even Thanos looked at Steve in incredulity at his bravery and resolve. A human (a super charged one at that but still a human) fought him with his bare hands and wasn’t going to stop. (Steve proved this again at the end of Endgame when he’s the last one standing against Thanos and his entire army and just tightens the strap on his broken shield, (and most likely broken arm, based on the flinch/hiss) and readies himself to fight alone. Steve also gave Wanda time to destroy the mind stone (unfortunately, that didn’t mean anything in the end)

AND YET Tony doesn’t know any of this. He doesn’t know how hard Steve fought, just like Tony did on Titan, to stop Thanos. And I REALLY wish we had seen Tony’s reaction to Steve standing up to Thanos at the end of Endgame OR EVEN WIELDING MJOLNIR, but anyways.

Back to the basics. Boss level stuff most people don’t remember or think about- Tony’s dad very unhealthily IDOLIZED Steve. He canonically compared everything Tony did to Steve. So Tony grew up idolizing this man that he also despised because it fueled his father’s abuse of him. Tony shows this anger in the first Avengers. When they have their argument on the quinjet. “Everything special about you came out of a bottle.” He even says something about how Steve didn’t live up to his father’s hype (I don’t remember Tony’s exact words but that’s the gist) And ofc Steve says Tony’s nothing without his armor. But then they go on the prove each other wrong multiple times, but mainly in their last moments in the MCU. Steve proves it by standing alone against an ENTIRE alien army and later by picking up mjolnir. And Tony? Tony is that ONE factor in a million that Stephen sees. Tony, a beautifully pure human-being, with no powers or serums to help, takes on the powers of the stones. KNOWING it would kill him. He had proof. It nearly killed Thanos and Bruce and they were hulking (pun intended) beings with super strength and all that.

Tony and Steve were always set up to be spoils to one another and that makes them perfect together. They balance each other out. Pepper was a boss b****, no doubt, and I loved their relationship in the first two Iron Man movies, but as their characters grew and Tony’s personality was intrinsically changed through trauma- Pepper was no longer right for him. She was good for him, no doubt, but Tony couldn’t relax with her as he did with Steve. Tony could trust Steve to take over and everything could be fine. Pepper was like that for Stark Industries but not in other ways. Tony always saw himself as Pepper’s protector. I will 100% give her props for telling Tony that he’d never rest until he tried Scott’s time travel theory, but other than that she wasn’t particularly supportive of Iron. Man. What Pepper never seemed to understand, and what Steve didn’t understand when he FIRST met Tony, is that Tony and Iron Man are synonymous. Their is no ‘man outside the suit.’ Tony Stark is Iron Man and Iron Man is Tony Stark. Steve was placed into an already created persona of Captain America. Steve didn’t create Captain America even though that’s who he was. He was literally MADE for the role. Tony on the other hand, MADE Iron Man. He was the one who built the first suit - dying in a cave in Afghanistan. He was the one who took responsibility for Obadiah and his father’s actions and became a superhero to save the countries that were affected by Stark tech. Steve may have volunteered to be a superhero because he felt like he had no one other choice but Tony DIDN’T HAVE TO. He had fame, money, power, ALL OF IT. He could’ve EASILY hidden his company’s dark underside once he found out. But instead, Tony was like “Hey um so my company has done some bad things and instead of delegating aid through my money and power, I’m going to personally handle this with a titanium alloy suit and technology that I helped create in a cave while being held captive by a terrorist cell.”

Where was I going with this? OH YEAH.

I will believe in TonyxSteve (Stony) for the rest of my life and I will use fanfiction to fill the void of their deaths. Basically, if I lost anyone in the word vomit above, what I’m trying to say is that- Steve and Tony completed each other. They provided something the other needed. Tony needed stability and protection. He needed to feel like he could let go. Steve needed an anchor in the present. Someone lively and opinionated, SOMEONE ADVENTUROUS AND FUNNY, who Steve could smile with and protect. But also. Steve trusted Tony to be a leader as much as Tony trusted him. They had their ups and downs. Trauma and the Accords didn’t help their relationship at all, but should’ve been it for each other. And I honestly believe they would have t h r i v e d.

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Honestly I applaud anyone who made it this far. I don’t know where this all came from but I will not apologize✌🏻

I rest my case your honor.

[enviedear]

secrets that you keep → peter parker

DESCRIPTION ⌙ in a consolation trip back to europe, the kids of midtown high are eager to have a normal vacation, finally. but you on the other hand are on a mission. something weird is going on with peter parker, and you’re going to figure it out.

PAIRING ⌙ peter parker x fem!reader

WORD COUNT ⌙ 2.4k

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“-smaller group than before, but we’ll still have fun guys. the tour company has made precautions for you kids. there will not be a repeat of last year.” mr. harrington babbles.

you sink lower into the bus seat. you did not want to be back in europe. truthfully you want to be anywhere but here. wherever, here, was. no one knew. cell service went out about five miles back and the bus driver didn’t speak english. 

“yeah guys, don’t worry. this trip is going to be ten times worse than the last. it’s already started bad since we don't know where we ARE!” flash yells, running a hand down his face.

mr. harrington tries to calm him and the rest of the bus down, to no avail.

you block out the commotion and stare out of the bus window. grass, farm, cattle, shack, more grass, more farm. and not one single cell tower in sight. this is it, you think, this is how it ends, stranded in a foreign country with the most annoying people you’ve ever known.

“guys, GUYS! my service is back,” betty yelps. “it says we’re in wiveliscombe, and that it’s going to be three hours until we reach london.”

her words are met with groans.

“at least we have cell service now.” jokes peter parker, who’s sat in the seat across the aisle from you. he’s cute and nice, but weird. last year’s trip he had about a thousand excuses as to why he’d leave the group and if it happened this year, you were gonna figure out why. no matter what it took.

“mhm, and since we have access to the endless possibilities of the internet again, we don’t have to talk..” you huff.

“i.. sorry. i didn’t-” you cut him off by placing your earbuds back into your ears and turning the volume up. 

something about peter irked your nerves in a way you couldn’t understand. maybe it was the way he knew fucking everything. maybe it was the way his body became incomprehensibly fit in such a short period of time. you really couldn’t understand that. even went as far as to do research on steroids, but found there was no way he could be using those. most probably it was the nonsense of his idiotic excuses. he might be able to fool everyone else, but not you. you knew there had to be something going on.

he and his stupid cute little brown curls, button nose, and six pack were under your firm watch.

by the time the bus reached the hotel the sun was beginning to set. jet lagged and in need of a long shower, you’re one of the first to fly into the hotel.

“It's me and you for the next week.” mj smiles, holding out a room key for you. truthfully, you really liked mj. she was cool and liked a lot of the same things as you. but she had one fatal flaw in your eyes, she used to date peter parker.

it was a short lived relationship, almost everyone saw it as a fling. peter and mj were just… too different. but they remain close friends.

it’s not like you were jealous... just, a tad bit jealous. besides, that ship had sailed and your goal wasn’t to end up like mj on the last trip to europe. no, you had other plans.

“cool. we can watch murder mysteries tonight and grab some snack from the convenience store down the street.” you grin.

the rooming situation for everyone else took entirely too long. it started with flash being upset that his room requirements weren’t being met. he wanted nothing to do with a roommate. this, caused his previous roommate, zander, to object to rooming with someone so, ‘coddled’.

took a full twenty minutes to resolve the issue. 

“mj, you still wanna visit the national gallery tomorrow?” asks the one and only peter parker.

“uh, yeah. y/n, wanna join?” she questions.

you were ready to object, finding it far more intriguing to stay in and sleep but then you remembered your little mission. if you wanted to figure out what peter parker’s deal was, you’d have to be around him. 

“sure. nothing better to do.” you shrug, peering straight into peter’s eyes. 

“i, uh- i thought we’d get an early start to the day. ned wants to go on the jack the ripper tour, so that gives us until one to look through the museum.” peter rambles.

“alright, me and y/n will meet you two down here around ten thirty.” mj clarifies.

“see you then. night mj,” he looks to you. “goodnight y/n.”

you narrow your eyes at him, “sleep tight parker. busy day tomorrow.”

with that you and mj enter your room, ready to sleep off the jet lag. and soon enough, sleep carries you into her open arms, preparing you for the day ahead.

the next morning consists of peter and ned rushing in and out of their room. the duo forgetting nearly everything they needed for the day. it was extremely annoying. but you’d take watching the two ninnies scramble about over this tour you’re forcing yourself to get through right now.

the national gallery was proving to be a bore. maybe it was you. or maybe it was the dull ass tour guide. either way, you’re finding it hard to focus on any of these artworks around you.

“this is the arnolfini portrait. it’s the work of jan van eyck and it is believed to depict an italian merchant named giovanni di nicolao arnolfini. this painting has remained in the national gallery since 1843.” the tour guide drones.

you peer up at the art, searching for anything to interest you about it. you try to focus of the dark green of the woman’s dress, then the small dog, but nothing about this art is appealing to you. instead, you find the whispered conversation going on behind you to be much more intriguing.

“ned how am i going to make it all the way to japan and back here before the ripper tour?” peter grumbles.

japan?

“i don’t know, but i really don’t want to go on a tour of the most infamous and creepy serial killers of all time without my best friend.” ned whispers.

“but mj will be there, and.. y/n.” peter assures.

“great. they both creep me out. that’s like, two extra loads of creepy added onto the already creepy tour.” ned huffs.

“dude, i have to go… mr. stark is waiting on me.” peter pleads.

you hear ned give an annoyed, “fine.”

you wait a few seconds before turning around to face peter’s friend.

“where did peter run off to?” you ask, as innocently as you can.

“uhhhh- the bathroom. the uh, hotel bathroom. yeah, must have been those tomatoes he ate with his breakfast today.” ned gulps.

“mhm. well i think i’ll meet up with him. he shouldn’t walk all the way back alone.” you smirk, shoving past ned and running the direction peter went.

it took a good minute to find him outside, the boy running into a bakery. but once your eyes find him, you rush straight in, right behind him. eyes narrowed and full of questions. 

the brown haired boy quickly enters a bathroom and you grin. 

no escaping now, parker.

you wait outside the bathroom eagerly. only for minutes to pass. no sound escapes the room and you furrow your brows.

you knock on the door, no answer. annoyed you open the door, only to be met with an empty bathroom. 

an empty bathroom with an opened window.

what the fuck?

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“we’ve been upgraded!” mr. harrington gleams, looking down at our tired faces.

“last time we were upgraded we almost died.” betty sighs.

“ah- what did i say, we’re not going to repeat last year,” harrington retorts. “now...how do you guys feel about paris?”

well those words certainly livened up the breakfast table. train tickets are soon passed around, and you study yours, spoonful of yogurt still in your mouth.

“hey y/n, mj and i are gonna go to the louvre when we get there,” ned grins. “wanna come with?”

you chuckle, “another museum? nah, i’m good.”

mj quirks a brow at you, “this museum is home to the mona lisa. it’s not just any museum.”

“and the mona lisa is not just any painting… it’s an ugly one.” you huff.

ned guffaws at you.

“honestly, i might skip out too.” peter says.

you turn to face him, “great. you and i can explore paris while mj and ned explore another museum.”

he shifts in his seat, “i dunno i was thinking of-”

mj cuts him off, “i think that’s a great idea y/n. don’t you, peter? you remember what harrington said.. no repeat of last year.”

her eyes are cold as she awaits his answer and he fidgets more in his seat.

“i just think it might be best for me to stay here… ya know in case mr. stark needs anything.”

you roll your eyes, “dude, you’re just an intern. what could he possibly need that his other ten thousand interns can’t do.”

“technically he only has like six other… interns.” peter mumbles.

“but uh.. they can handle whatever mr. stark needs from you. i mean they’ve been av- uh, interns, for a while.” ned says, eyes pleading with his friend.

peter sighs before smiling at you, “alright, me and you versus paris.”

no peter parker, me and myself versus your dirty little secret.

somehow you got to sit next to peter in an empty train car for the ride to paris. and holy shit.. could he talk.

his eyes did have a way of lighting a fire inside you as he talked but, that, was not the point.

it was between an empty car with peter or full car sat between flash and harrington.

peter is always better than the latter.

“-anyways, how’d you convince your parents to let you go back to europe?” he asks.

“i didn’t. they made me.” you say simply.

peter slumps into his seat a little, “uh, why?”

“because when they were younger they traveled the world. i dunno, i guess they expect me to want to as well.” 

“oh. well, are you enjoying it so far.” he asks.

i’d enjoy it more if i could figure out your damned secret, parker.

“sure.”

and then, finally, peter is quiet. 

but not for long, as the train comes to a screeching halt.

over the train speakers comes a booming voice, “veuillez rester calme. le train s'est arrêté en raison d'un dysfonctionnement du moteur.”

your body tenses and you look at peter, “please tell me you understand french?”

“a little.. i dont think we need to worry. they said it’s just an engine malfunction.” he nods, looking around the train car.

you try to breathe. 

everything is okay. there’s no evil robots coming to destroy a train car with two innocent teenagers. that’s so pre civil war. just breathe. 

suddenly a loud bang is heard from the car behind you. not just any bang… a gunshot.

“holy shit.” you whisper, stiff as a board.

peter on the other hand is rummaging through his bag.

“parker! what the fuck are you doing?” you hiss.

“i.. just trust me okay? when i tell you to run… run.”

you look at him with a scowl, “i’m not going to be the sacrificial pig for slaughter, asswipe.”

he rolls his eyes, “i’m going to run with you. we’re going to find an empty car and then… wait for spiderman.” 

you blink. the kid’s gone insane.

“peter. listen, i know coping with your own inevitable death can be hard but, spiderman.. really?” you groan.

another loud bang comes from the car behind you. 

peter looks at you, taking your hand in his. 

the door to your car bursts open.

“run!” peter yelps, rushing into the next car, the gunmen not far enough behind.

“holy shit i’m gonna die.” you scream.

peter throws something at the gunmen when the two of you enter the next car, separating the two of you from the monsters.

but the kid didn’t throw just anything at them. motherfucker threw a damn door. a metal train door.

by the time you process the information, peter is pulling you into a cramped bathroom.

“i don’t have much time but basically, hi, i’m spiderman. those guys back there are people tony stark pissed off really bad and i need you to hide in here until i fix this issue.”

with that he pulls his jacket off revealing the spiderman suit you’re so used to seeing on the news.

“that’s your secret? this entire time i’ve been hanging around you trying to figure it out, and it turns out you’re spiderman. i would have thought anything before fucking spiderman.” you dwell, eyes wide.

he slips his mask on, “wait, you only hung out with me because you thought i had a secret? i mean.. i did but-”

another loud bang interrupts him, “nevermind. we’ll talk about this later. stay here and don’t tell anyone what i just told you.”

you nod, and watch him exit the bathroom.

so much for “not a repeat of last time.”

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“at least it wasn’t witches this time.” mr. dell sighs.

your entire fourth period groans. 

“what! our world is infested with witches now. i don’t even know why i’m teaching science. i’m gonna turn around one day and suddenly i’ll be teaching witchcraft.”

your eyes return back to your desk, staring a hole into the old wood. your trance is broken by a crumpled piece of paper. you roll your eyes and turn your attention to peter, who after europe has been watching you like a hawk.

you open the paper to see, ‘listen, mr. stark said i need to get written evidence that you won’t spill the beans. please sign below.’

you grimace but sign at the bottom of the paper and hand it back to your new ninny friend.

that’s right. friend. despite being one of the most annoying people on the planet, with the weirdest secret ever.. peter was nice. he was really nice. he liked almost everything you did and listened intently to whatever you had to say.

“earth to y/n.” his voice calls from beside you.

“oh? is class over?” you ask.

he nods and holds his arm out to you. you take it and give him a half smile.

you may find peter parker to be the weirdest dude ever, but you can’t deny that the secret superhero is starting to flood your mind. you never thought you’d be the one to say it, but peter parker is the coolest weirdo you’ve ever met.

and besides, your mission was a success. you figured out his secret and obtained a friend along with it.

well, friend, until you could complete your newest mission.

telling him you like him. like, a lot.

[enbysiriusblack]

The Parents

"Can you hear?" Sirius whispered to Peter. Peter shook his head, before sighing and moving away to give Remus room.

Remus' pressed his ear against the heavy wooden door, only catching bits and pieces of the conversation inside.

"I think I can hear your mum, Pete" Remus whispered.

Peter stepped closer again, "what did she say?"

Remus looked back at Peter, "I'm sorry..."

Peter' eyes widened and zir expression turned worried.

"She said... she said your adopted" Remus finished, a grin spreading on his lips.

James and Sirius covered their mouths in an effort to stop laughing.

Peter glared at Remus, and hit him on the arm, "you dick!"

Remus started laughing alongside James and Sirius, soon followed by Peter.

They forgot all about having to keep quiet, and soon Fleamont had opened the door and was staring at the laughing four.

Remus looked up and spotted Fleamont smiling at them with a raised eyebrow.

"We've been compromised"

The other three looked up to see Fleamont.

"I told you four to go to bed, or at least into James' room, didn't i?" Fleamont said, herding them up the stairs.

Sirius sat down on the stairs, and pointed a finger at Fleamont, "did you really expect us to actually do that, though?"

Fleamont let out a small laugh and shook his head as he patted Sirius softly on the back to get xem moving upstairs again.

Once they were all at the top, Fleamont walked back down.

"Daddd!! can you at least tell us the basis of what your talking about... if you're not letting us eavesdrop, which is completely unreasonable by the way" James said, his arms crossed, the others nodding in agreement behind him.

Fleamont turned around and lifted a finger go his lips before going back downstairs and waving a hand at the boys, telling them to go go their room.

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Fleamont entered back into the lounge and shut the door behind him.

He sat back down next to his wife and lifted up the tray of biscuits in the middle of the table to offer to everyone.

Hope Lupin took a biscuit, before continuing her story.

"So, when Lyall and I arrived back home, he was covered head to toe in salt and had burnt down his whole bedroom."

"Why did he cover himself in salt?" Fleamont asked, laughing at the story.

Hope grinned, "he thought it would stop himself from getting burnt by the fire, I have no clue where he got that idea from, he comes up with the strangest ideas sometimes"

Lyall put down the tea, "this was the.. second?"

Lyall turned to his wife for clarification, "oh I think it was... the third time? remember the ketchup incident?"

Lyall nodded, "oh yes, yes. It was the third time he had started a fire in the house. So luckily I had set up some charms to stop it spreading"

Euphemia laughed, "and he seems the most innocent of the lot"

Hope nodded, "its all a facade, don't let him into your kitchen, Mia"

"The only one I trust in the kitchen is Pete, bless him. Although Sirius is excellent with baking with chocolate, for some reason"

All the parents started laughing and giggling at that.

"I wonder why that is" Lyall said, a smirk on his face.

Just then, the fire place started spewing and turning a different colour.

"Oh that must be Minerva" Fleamont commented, getting up to put another kettle on.

Mcgonagall popped through, as Fleamont shouted from the kitchen, "sugar, Minerva?"

She say down on the empty seat, and replied, "oh no thank you, just milk please"

The conversation started up again.

"Oh Lydia I love your shoes, are you the reason for Sirius' latest obsession of buying Doc Martens?" Euphemia said

Ms Pettigrew twirled her boot covered foot, "they fell in love as soon as xe saw me wearing them"

Fleamont entered back into the room and placed the tea in front of Mcgonagall.

"Me and Fleamont were planning on getting them a pair for xyr birthday in a few months"

Lydia shuffled forwards in her seat, "oh, I'm so glad you told me. I've got a box of laces I've been meaning to get rid off, perhaps I could get Petey to give them to Sirius to go with their new shoes on xyr birthday"

"Oh that would be excellent, they'd love that" Euphemia replied, a teacup to her lips.

At that moment, Mcgonagall put down her tea and looked around the room.

"Is everything all right, Minerva?" Fleamont said, confused.

A small smile flickered onto her lips as she glimpsed out the window, "James and Peter are at the window"

The parents turned to the window that Mcgonagall had gestured towards, just in time to see James and Sirius fighting over the looking spot, Remus standing just behind them and having spotted the adults, he waved back at them. Peter' eyes went wide and ze ducked from the window, out of view.

Hope waved back at Remus, Lyall sighed and shook his head, Lydia sighed, Fleamont made his way outside, Mcgonagall smiled and took a biscuit, and Euphemia moved closer to the glass and tapped on it to get Sirius and James' attention.

After a moment, James and Sirius heard her and saw they had been caught.

"Why's Minnie here?" Sirius shouted through the glass.

Fleamont had made his way to the marauders.

"I'm just the designated sheepdog tonight, huh?" He said, as he waved to boys back inside.

He stood in front of the door to the lounge and nudged his head to tell them to go back upstairs.

However Peter quickly swooped past him and as Fleamont turned go get Peter back, the other three ran past him.

"Why is Minnie here, mum?" James said as soon as they got in the room.

Fleamont stood behind them, and ruffled James' hair before squeezing past them and back into the room.

"And why are you all cohorting with each other... are you planning a prank?" Sirius asked, suspicious of the adults.

Mcgonagall raised an eyebrow, "you think we're planning a prank?"

Sirius nodded, "who knows what you get up to in your free time, Minnie"

"Well I can ensure you I dont waste my time with pranks, Sirius" she replied.

Sirius stared back at her, not believing a word she said.

Euphemia stood up from the couch, "you boys really stood be getting to bed now, its very late"

James, Sirius, and Peter looked at her in defiance, glaring at her suggestion of sleeping. Peter yawning as ze did so, defeating the purpose of the glare.

However, Remus nodded and looked longingly to the door.

James put his arm around Remus and nodded, figuring Remus was tired and did want to actually sleep now. It was past midnight, after all.

"Traitor" Sirius said affectionately, before marching back out the door.

All four, raised their arms to salute in unison, before clamoring upstairs.

.

"So, I didn't just come here for pleasure, I do have some news for you" Mcgonagall said.

"I've decided to make Remus a prefect for next year"

Hope smiled widely, and hugged Mcgonagall.

"He'll be so happy about it, thank you so much"

Mcgonagall waved her hand dismissively, "he deserves to get it, he's been working so hard since the start of school. And although he has triple the amount of detentions of an average student, he works 5× as hard"

"He'll love it, and it will be a great help for finding a job, if only short term.. but just to make sure, the pins aren't silver are they?" Lyall asked, worried.

Mcgonagall shook her head, "they normally are but I've gotten Albus to change the metal this year, and for the quidditch captain badges to"

Their faces grew confused.

"Why would you need to do that for the quidditch captain roles?" Hope asked.

Mcgonagall smiled, "well sharing a dorm with the gryffindor quidditch captain, he's bound to come into contact with the badge"

"You mean... James is-?" Euphemia asked, grinning.

Mcgonagall nodded.

Fleamont whooped, and grinned, "the poor team members that have to listen to that arrogant bastard"

Euphemia hit him gently with a cloth. "You're the one he gets his arrogant confidence from"

Fleamont leant in to kiss her, "well you're the one he gets his bossy leadership from"

"How is Pomfrey doing?" Lydia asked Mcgonagall.

"Very well, she was going to come along tonight but she was called away to st mungos to offer some advice for one of the patients there" Mcgonagall replied.

"I'm so glad Remus is able to be treated by her after the fulls, best mediwitch in the country" Hope said.

Mcgonagall nodded, "I'll tell her you said so"

"How's your whole love life going, Lydia?" Fleamont asked.

"I've been seeing this new woman for a quite a few months now, its turning into something fairly serious, she met Petey a few weeks ago. But I'm not sure how to break it to her about the wizarding world if we do get even more serious, she's a muggle see" Lydia replied.

Hope nodded, "well for me. Seeing a boggart definitely made me believe Lyall when he told me about the wizarding world. So I'd say you should definitely try to show her some magic before telling her perhaps. Not many of us would really believe in it all without seeing it for ourselves"

They chatted throughout the night, until the sun started to rise and they agreed to meet again in late September.

[turning-dreams-into-chaos]

Love Potion

Request: can i request some angst for younger remus where it's a couple days after the full moon and he looks for the reader so they can cuddle (they're already dating) and he finds them kissing another guy, and he asks reader why and the readers like "i dont want you anymore, i love this guy, blah blah blah" and he's heart broken but later somehow reader's friend finds out the guy gave them a love potion and fixes it, and reader has to try to explain to Remus that it's what happened but he doesn't believe her, and it's all angsty because he's mad at her but in the end he understands or something like that, and i am SO sorry that this is so long, and i love love love your writing

Requested by: Anon

Paring: Remus Lupin x Reader

Word Count: 3.3K

~Master list-

Remus was exhausted. Another full moon a few days ago wore the boy down. His body ached and all he wanted to do was relax and stop moving and making his newest scars hurt more. Remus knew after a full moon as restless as the last one, there was only one thing that would make him feel better.

You.

You’ve been dating for a little over a year now and knew all about Remus’ lycanthropy. You wanted to help him any way you could, offering to become an Animagus just to protect Remus, but Remus refused to allow you to do that, not wanting you to even get the chance to be hurt, much less by him. So instead you settled on middle ground. Whenever Remus needed it, full moon or not, you were always down for cuddles. It didn’t really seem much like middle ground considering the fact how much you both loved cuddling with each other and just being in each other’s arms. You’d always run your fingers through Remus’ fluffy hair, gently scrapping your nails against his scalp as he held you close to his chest. There was no doubt in his mind that it was his favorite part of the day.

He packed up all his books and papers in the library, his work long forgotten since you had been on his mind for the last 20 minutes. His friends knew the look in his eyes as they watched him gather his things, bidding them goodbye before he was gone. His first stop was the Gryffindor common room, assuming you were probably with Lily.

“Evans!” Remus called out to the red head as she started to make her way upstairs. Lily turned around, sharing a smile with her friend. “Is Y/N up there?”

Lily shook her head at his question. “No? She ran out almost an hour ago, looking for too giddy for her normal self so I figured she was looking for you, ready for your cuddles.” She giggled softly, remembering the way you skipped out of the common room. Her giggles ceased when she realized Remus was your destination. “What she didn’t go to you?”

Remus furrowed his brows and put his hands on his hips. “No, I haven’t seen her since last lessons.”

“Want me to help look for her?” Lily offered but Remus turned her down.

“It’s fine, I’m sure she just went for a walk.” Remus hid a whimper as Lily patted his shoulder in good luck before she finished her voyage upstairs. As soon as she was gone, Remus went up to his room and threw his things on his bed, pulling out the map his friend and he enchanted and started looking for your name. It didn’t take long before he found you, your name floating in the astronomy tower next to some kid name Jordan Adams. “Jordan Adams?” Remus whispered to himself as he tried to think of who this kid was and why his girlfriend was so ‘giddy’ to see him.

Remus didn’t know much about him, knowing he was a Gryffindor in the same year as you and him and vaguely remember you complaining about being partners with him last year on a project in Transformation. A project Adams used as an opportunity to repeatedly ask you out. Sure, this was before you and Remus were dating, but what were you doing with him now?

Remus didn’t waste anytime to head to the top of the tower, the pathway thankfully secluded before he reached the top. But then he saw the last thing he ever wanted to see.

You and this Adams kid lip locked, no space between you as his arm was thrown around your waist.

“Y/N?” Remus’ shattered voice caused you and Jordan to separate, your head snapping around to look at Remus. Jordan’s eyes went wide, wiping your smeared lipstick off his lips which only made Remus more upset. “What the hell is this? You’re cheating on me?” He blurted out, watching you stand up and head his way. He didn’t want to look at you, your calm expression making him sick to his stomach. With everything you and Remus went through he never thought you’d cheat on him.

“Remus, I love him.”

And just like that the anger disappeared from Remus’ body, replaced with a numbness as he stared at you. “W-what?”

“I love him.” You repeated, looking back at Jordan with a smile once only reserved for Remus. You loved him? You loved him? You were the only person Remus ever said those words too, and for you it was the same. But now you just said those words about a completely different boy. “We’re over Remus. I don’t want you anymore. Jordan’s my boyfriend now.” You batted your eyelashes at Remus as if you hadn’t just ripped out his heart and stomped it into the ground.

“I-I don’t understand. What happened- Why are you”

You let out a loud annoyed groan, rolling your eyes at Remus before grabbing Jordan’s hand. “Don’t let this be harder than it has to be. I just realized Jordan’s perfect for me. I mean isn’t he just dreamy?” You clutched onto his arm, fawning over the boy before turning his head to land a sloppy kiss on his mouth.

Remus had seen enough. He ran out of the tower, right out of the school and straight into the forbidden forest. His eyes were prodding with tears he finally let fall as he dropped to the ground, slamming his fist onto the forest floor and screaming out his pain. He’s been in physical pain before during and after a transformation, emotional too, like experiencing his parent’s reactions after he was infected, but in this moment all he could feel was the way he couldn’t breathe. His throat closed up as he sobbed in the woods, his walls breaking as the image of you pulling Adams’ face to yours played on repeat in his brain.

His heart was broken, and he couldn’t handle it.

A first year Hufflepuff saw Remus run into the woods, the cries of the much older boy catching his attention before he disappeared in the tree line. He was the one who told James, Sirius, and Peter where the fourth member of their friend group was. The boys took off immediately to find Remus, unsure of what happened in the last hour since they watched him leave the library.

Remus was no longer crying when his friends found him a while later, deep in the forest and propped up against a tree. His cheeks were wet, and all emotion was drained from his face when the boys stopped. “Moony? Moony, mate, are you okay?” James whispered softly as he and Sirius squatted on both sides of him, sharing concerned looks when Remus showed no sign of a response.

“Remus?” Sirius tried this time, putting a hand on the boy’s shoulder. Remus’ head slowly turned to look at him, his eyes bloodshot and looking as if he just realized he had company. Sirius hesitated momentarily before standing up, grabbing Remus’ arm and gently pulling him to his feet. “Let’s get you out of here.” He spoke in a quiet tone, worried the raise in voice wouldn’t be good. Remus allowed the three of them to bring him to his room, trying to pass the common room as quickly as possible to hide Remus’ condition from the rest of the school.

They placed him on his bed, Remus curled into his covers and brought his pillow against his chest, holding it much like he would hold you. The boys didn’t leave him, each of them climbing onto the bed, making sure not to disturb Remus’ position. “Are we going to talk about it?” Sirius asked, unsure how to directly address this. James, the only other person in their foursome with a girlfriend, knew what ever was going on with Remus was related to you. No one break downs like this unless it was over someone they love.

“Take your time, Moony. We’re here when you need to talk.” James said as he patted Remus’ arm, feeling the boy stiffen under his touch before a quiet sob went through his body and his eyes clasped shut.

“She cheated on me.”

They were sure they misheard him. There was no way you, who they knew love Remus more than anyone else, would cheat on him. “Remus-“

“I caught her kissing Jordan Adams! She said she loved him!” He cried out, wetting the pillow when he held it against his face. He wasn’t embarrassed to cry in front them, they were practically his brothers. He was embarrassed that he imagined a future with you, you who just broke his heart and only made Remus believe more that no one could ever love a monster like him.

Remus cried for more hours than he’d like to admit, his friends staying by his side until he ran out of tears. Lily stopped by earlier as well, confused as to why she just saw her best friend with someone who most definitely wasn’t her boyfriend.

They took shifts once dinner started, Peter watching over Remus while Sirius and James got something to eat, hurrying up in order to get back to Remus. The first thing they saw when they entered the great hall though was you, clinging onto Adam’s arm much like you had when you were in front of Remus. If they didn’t believe Remus earlier, they definitely would’ve now. They shot you a glare as they walked by, choosing to sit at the other side of the Gryffindor table. They spoke in hushed voices, refusing to look at you as Lily rushed to the table.

“We have a problem.” She told the two boys, sitting in the spot next to her boyfriend.

“Yeah, Miss liar over there.” Sirius grumbled, nudging his head in your direction before stabbing the food on his plate.

“Exactly.” She placed a box of chocolate on the table, picking out a piece and holding it up. “James, take a good sniff and tell me what you smell.”

James raised a brow at her, confused what she was getting at as Lily shot him a look and he complied, taking a deep sniff of the chocolate in her hand. “I can’t smell anything, your perfume’s too strong. Are you wearing the whole bottle?” He asked, taking another whiff and mentally enjoying the smell of Lily wearing the perfume he bought her at Hogsmeade.

“I’m not wearing any perfume today! That’s my point!” She exclaimed, only making James jump before both boys waited for her to explain. “When I smell this, all I can smell is your shampoo.” James flushed red as Lily put the candy back in the box, wiping the slightly melted chocolate of her hand and onto her napkin.

“What are you getting at Lils?” Sirius asked, shoveling another bite of his food into his mouth.

“I found this box on Y/N’s bed this afternoon. She only ate a few pieces before leaving.”

“So?” James scoffed, annoyed at the mention of you.

“So? How daft are you?!” Neither boy said anything, still very confused as to what Lily was trying to point out. She groaned, throwing her hands into the air. “It’s a love potion! Adams gave Y/N a love potion!”

Both boys’ face dropped, pieces of the puzzle slowly falling together. “She’s under a spell?” Lily nodded slowly. “She’s not really in love with him?”

“Are you kidding? Look at them.” They looked down the table, seeing you grabbing onto Adams’ arm and staring adorningly at him, but Adams wouldn’t look at you. Instead he was completely focused on his friends, you were just arm candy, but didn’t seem to mind. “Does that look like love?”

Sirius shook his head in disbelief, thinking about Remus sitting in their room believing you no longer loved him. “Should we tell Remus?”

“No. Not until the potion’s worn off.” Lily shook her head at them.

“How long will that be?”

“A day? At least.” She muttered, trying to recall what she learned in Slughorn’s class. “It’s already been over half that.”

James scowled. “Moony is going to kill Adams.”

“Not unless Y/N does first.”

“What if Adams gives her a second dose before the first wears off?” Lily reminded them as they fell silent. If Adams gave you a second dose before the first wears off then it’s at least another day before you return to your old self.

“What if we get her away from him?” Sirius suggested and went over plans in his head.

“You mean kidnap her?”

“What? No!” Sirius denied James view as James shrugged. “I mean, what if Lily distracts her until she’s back, that way Adams can’t get his grubby hands on her.”

“That could work.” James agreed, turning to Lily. “Could you do that?”

“I think I’m more than capable of getting my best friend to spend time in her room.” The task was easier said than done.

By school rules, you had to sleep in your own bed and Lily thanked every star in the sky that Adams hadn’t pulled something with you being spelled and made you return to your room. You went on for a while talking nonstop about Jordan. It was infuriating for Lily to listen to. She usually didn’t mind hearing about your love life, both of you love sharing with each other before going to sleep, but that was when you were talking about Remus, not some boy who decided to sneak you a love potion.

“Y/N!” Lily groaned, slapping her hand against her pillow and looking over at you in the dark. “Just go to sleep!”

“But we always-“

“Not tonight. Let’s just go to sleep.” She didn’t hear any response from you, sighing in content as she figured you listened to her. She let her eyes close, thankful for the silence as she fell asleep.

She barely got a few hours of sleep before hearing you whisper her name. “Lily?” she grunted, rolling onto her back and rubbing her eyes.

“What?”

“I need to see him.”

She sighed deeply and pulled the blanket tighter against herself. “You can see Adams in the morning. Go back to sleep.”

“No Lily. I need see Remus.” Her eyes snap wide, realizing how your words echoed with tears. She was out of her bed quickly and lighting the room, seeing you perched on your bed with tears in your eyes.

“The potion wore off?” She ask as you nodded, hanging your head low. “Adams must’ve messed up somehow…” She mumbled, letting out a breath of relief before launching herself onto your bed, wrapping her arms around your neck. “Oh, I’m so glad you’re back.”

You hugged her back tight, burying your head into her neck. “Lily I messed up!”

“Why’d you eat the chocolate?!” She yelled at you, separating and pushing the hair out of your tears.

“I thought they were from Remus! They smelt just like him, I thought-“ you stopped yourself, realizing how stupid you were. Lily scrambled out of your bed, jotting something down on a paper. She handed it to your owl and let him out of his cage.

“Take this to Remus.” She told the owl before he flew away.

“He isn’t going to want to see me.” You tried to tell her, but she didn’t listen as she pulled you off your bed and dragged you down to the common room. Remus woke up to the sound of your owl on the window catching his attention, his sniffling filling the room as he wiped his eyes. He furrowed his brows, looking over his still sleeping friends before shuffling out of bed and opening the window. Your owl dropped the message in his hand. His eyes darted over Lily’s vague words.

Common Room. Now.

He didn’t want to go, but if Lily was telling him to, he knew better than to ignore her. He tossed the paper on his bedside, glancing into the mirror to see the mess he looked like before shaking off the vision and heading downstairs.

“Lily?” He called out as he finished the steps, looking around the room before his eyes landed on you, your gaze casted onto the fire as you sat curled up in front of it. “Y/N.” You turned to look at him, looking just as distraught as he did.

“Rem.” You whispered, fresh tears falling down your face at the sight of him. You stood up, taking a step towards Remus as he tried and fail to hide how much he was hurting as he started back up the stairs. “Remus wait!”

“Why?” He spat, his eyes glaring into yours with a fire you’ve never seen before. “I don’t want to hear it. Whatever you have to say, go tell Adams.”

“I don’t love Adams! I don’t even like him!”

“Oh, really? Cause it sure didn’t look that way earlier when your tongue was down his throat!

“I love you!” You screamed at him, sure that every Gryffindor, even the sleeping ones, could hear you. Remus didn’t say anything, watching as you closed your eyes, falling onto the couch behind you. Your voice was softer now, so scared of losing Remus as you looked at him from across the room. “I love you Remus. I’ve always loved you. Adams left chocolate on my bed, I thought they were from you. I didn’t know there was a love potion in them.”

Remus bit his tongue, watching you hug yourself tight shaking your head as your tears hit the carpet. “Why should I believe anything you’re saying right now?”

You shrugged, feeling so defeated. “Because I do love you Remus. It was a love potion; you must believe that. I don’t love anyone but you.” Your voice cracked as Remus broke, slowly making his way over to the couch with you. He didn’t look at you as he sat down and you nodded, reaching over to cup his cheek to get him to look at you. His watery eyes met yours, his breath caught in his throat as your fingers danced over his skin. “For as long as you’ll have me, I’m yours. I promise.” Remus stayed quiet, leaning his forehead against yours.

It was a love potion. He thought. It wasn’t her. She still loves me. She always loved me.

You were about to pull away and grant Remus the space he probably wanted. You knew how upset you’d be if the shoe was on the other foot, but Remus didn’t let you pull away. His lips connected with yours, a kiss much different than the ones Adams stole from you. More tears streamed down your cheeks, wiped away as Remus brought a hand up.

“I believe you.” he whispered, brushing his thumb back and forth across your cheek. You smiled, licking your lips as you fell into his embrace, your body fitting against his perfectly. Remus sighed, letting out a shaky breath when he held you into him. “I love you.” he whispered into your ear, feeling you say it back as your breath tickled his neck. You were both exhausted, the sun not coming up for another or so as Remus laid down on the couch, you still in his embrace laying next to him as you let your hand move into his hair, playing with his curls.

“I’m gonna kill Adams.” You mumbled as Remus raised a brow, nodding his head.

“I’ll help.” You chuckled at him, feeling his laugh rumble in his chest as he pulled you closer to him. It didn’t take long before both you and Remus fell asleep together, your tears long gone. Lily found you an hour later have come down to check on you before seeing you and Remus finally cuddled together. She smiled, leaving you and your boyfriend to get some much-needed rest, vowing to never let you eat random chocolate you find on your bed again. Even if it does smell like your boyfriend.

A/N: Thoughts? 😊 Hope this was what you were hoping for Anon!

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Red X take 3

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/bPI5Eru by livelaughlovenightwing This is another Peter Parker in Gotham fic if you couldn’t tell But twist deathstroke finds Peter first 😮 Will Peter stay with slade or will he go to Batman stay tuned to find out!!! Words: 2129, Chapters: 4/?, Language: English Fandoms: DCU, Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Bruce Wayne, Slade Wilson, Peter Parker, Tim Drake, Barbara Gordon, Dick Grayson, Duke Thomas, Stephanie Brown, Alfred Pennyworth, Tony Stark, Damian Wayne, dr.strange, Aunt May Parker (Marvel) Relationships: Dick Grayson/Wally West, Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent Additional Tags: No Smut, Adopted Peter Parker, Good Parent Bruce Wayne, Teen Peter Parker, Peter Parker is a Little Shit, Slade Wilson Being an Asshole, Slade Wilson is Deathstroke, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Coffee Lover Tim Drake, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Dick Grayson is Peter Parker's Biological Parent, Bisexual Peter Parker, Emotional Manipulation, Parent Slade Wilson, Implied Relationships, Peter Parker has PTSD, Dick Grayson Can't Cook, Slade has OCD, I wrote this instead of doing my homework, DONT POST THIS TO ANOTHER SITE PLEASE, Protective Slade Wilson, Peter Parker in Gotham read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/bPI5Eru

[graylinesspam]

Ok so I saw a fic that AUed Peter as Peggy and Steve's bio kid earlier and my brain just spit out a fully formed au without my permission. And I dont actually like the premise enough to write it so I'm just gonna tell y'all and you can do what you want with it.

So Peter is conceived during the last of the howling commando days right after Bucky goes over the cliff. And it isn't much longer until Steve goes into the ice.

Peggy doesn't know for sure if she's pregnant when Steve says goodbye to her but she has an idea so she tells him over the radio that she thinks she's pregnant and he needs to come home to her. But it doesn't happen.

Anyway hydra finds out that Margret Carter is pregnant and they immediately know it has to be steve's kid so she's trying to keep a low profile while working for the ssr and she has some support from a couple of agents that try to keep his existence a secret and she's also living in Howard's house so Ana and Jarvis can help her with the baby.

Peter's three when he gets kidnapped. Jarvis never gets over it which is one if the reasons he's so attentive to Tony as a kid.

Hydra mostly keeps him around to analyze his blood and to keep Bucky in line during training. If they just torture him he disassociates and doesn't follow orders but with Peter to protect he complies much easier. Bucky can tell Peter is steves kid because he looks just like him even with the brown hair and brown eyes.

Peter is six when bucky is moved to another lab. Peter is only slightly affected by steve's mutated genetics. He is actually riddled with health problems like pre-serum Steve but by analyzing his DNA they get a lot closer than Bruce in their testing. They start animal experimentation on insects and lizards first. Eventually they get up to primates but they all die.

Peter gets bit my one of the mutated spiders and starts getting violently ill. The scientists are terrified of loosing his blood so they cryo freeze him like bucky to keep him from dying.

During nuclear testing by various governments the lab gets compromised and they're pretty sure the facility was blown up and everything was destroyed. But that was a cover up. It turns out it wasn't a nuclear bomb that went off so there wasn't any radiation to speak of. It was actually a zero matter bomb test done by the SSR that guts most of the lab and kills all of the hydra goons.

Peter is safe in his cryo tank behind blast-proof doors deep in the facility. But he's pretty much forgotten about after that.

It isn't until Tony goes looking for weapons caches that he hears some chatter about an old base filled with high-tech weapons. It's supposed to be local legend but he's in destroy all stark weaponry mode so he follows the lead anyway.

When he gets there all he finds is a dated and mostly destroyed underground base. There aren't really weapons to speak of but there are empty storage for massive weaponry. He's more I interested in the old computer files until he finds the blast-proof doors and the child frozen behind them.

Peter is thawed out and pretty much confiscated by shield. He finishes the mutation process getting sick again before suddenly waking up with superpowers.

Between continuing to bleed him dry trying to recreate the super-soldier serum and preparing to raise him to physically be the next Captain America Sheild is barely more humane than Hydra.

It's while Nat is working as Tony's new PA that she tells him about the kid he found and how he's being treated. As a child soldier she is very u settled by his treatment. Which for the sake of the story takes place a year after the events of ironman 1 instead of 6 months.

Nat, clint, and Tony break Peter out of a shield base and take him to Peggy. Where she has a somewhat lucid goodbye with her baby. The Carters want to take Peter in at first. Sharon even helps cover their tracks. But with his superpowers and generally undeveloped social demeanor they can't handle him.

So they go through a bunch of legal channels and Tony adopts Peter with a bunch of media coverage and the full support of the carter family it becomes international news which is the only thing that could keep shield from just kidnapping him back.

It's only two years later that cap is pulled from the ice but shield doesn't tell him about Peter for a long time because they don't want to lose control over him. When he does find out he's manipulated to believe that Tony kidnapped him rather than saving him.

But when the Avengers

But when the tesseract is stolen and Steve is called in he uses the opportunity to break into Stark tower and confront Tony. Who introduces Steve to his kid who is being homeschooled and meets with behavioral therapists to catch up socially and is overall being protected from experimentation. Nat steps up and tells him exactly what shield was doing to Peter and Cap turns his back on them and moves into the tower without him and Tony butting heads nearly as much because they both want what's best for Peter.

Nat and Clint end up working for Tony and because they've already proven to be sketchy as hell Tony looks into them a lot harder and they figure out hydra is running the show way quicker and the avengers are still formed but with much better footing and common goals. They find Bucky way faster by hacking into shield and hydra files and Tony gets to read about and process bucky being brainwashed and forced to assassinate his parents instead of watching it. So he let's Steve and the rest of the team deal with his rescue and recovery and deals with the issues in therapy instead of lashing out at bucky.

It also doesn't hurt that Bucky and Peter know each other and there's video files of Bucky holding toddler Peter and trying to rub warmth back into his anemic body and playing with him and rocking him to sleep. So what's good for the kid is good for the team. Because Peter is their axis.

And Tony is the one who goes looking for Bruce partially because his work was so similar to what hydra was doing but mostly because he wants to. And Bruce ends up doing extremely humane tests on Peter to understand his body and it's needs and limits in a way that benefits him instead of other people.

And basically Domestic Avengers fluff but the team wasn't built to fail because hydra wasn't sabotaging them from the beginning.

If anyone wants to talk about this with me is be happy to continue fleshing the idea out but I don't want to write it.

[stony-ao3-feed]

I'm At One

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by patrochilles_trash

It would have been a devastating understatement to say that any of the heroes were handling the trauma from the fight well. The memories bled and festered like open, infected wounds, haunting them at all hours of the day and night.

Those that were blipped out of existence and ripped back into reality five years later to be thrown directly in the fight for every life in the universe without the time for reorientation or explanation were understandably handling it much worse.

When Peter and Tony had first made it back to the old Avengers Tower, they clung to one another like a lifeline. Tony was insistent on seeing the rise and fall of Peter’s chest. He would forgo sleep whenever possible, afraid that if he closed his eyes, the young hero, his son, would be gone again.

It was an obsession that the others couldn’t fault him for. They understood. If it wasn’t Peter they were watching, it was Bucky, Sam, or Wanda.

OR

Peter believes that he's ready to start going back to school nearly a year after the final battle against Thanos upstate. Of course, Parker luck strikes where they least expect it.

Words: 6463, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Ned Leeds, Flash Thompson, Other Avengers, Others are mentioned

Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Steve Rogers Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Irondad, spiderson, the avengers are kind of traumatized from thanos, you can't tell me that they wouldn't be, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Fluff, Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Peter Parker has PTSD, they all have PTSD, Flash Thompson Bullies Peter Parker, Ned Leeds is a Good Bro, Precious Ned Leeds, we stan ned in this house, NOT STARKER - Freeform, Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), non compliant with any of it though, Everyone Is Alive, dont ask me how, Everything is Beautiful and Nothing Hurts, well there's sort of hurt but they're working on it, i dont like the ending too much, and its dialogue heavy, sorry - Freeform

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[deniigi]

I had a really bad day (I wont say why because I wouldnt want you to feel like I'm guilting you into anything) and I was wondering if maybe you had a dfv/lfv or inimitable verse drabble you havent put up or one on here you really like you could point me to (navigation is hard on mobile) or even just some like hcs. If not its totally ok! You dont owe me anything. But I thought I'd ask and see if that's ok.

Oh no!

Sorry that you had a rough day my dear. I don’t have much in the works for those verses right now (I’ve been hammering my head against a wall, trying to write out a piece exploring Gwen and Murderdock’s relationship–it’s not working tho, so I’m stopping). Of course any of the Clint-based pieces are fun in those verses if you need a pick me up, but I am equally fond of Chapter 13 of Sidebars.

But! If you don’t mind a little piece from Lying by Omission/The Sprawl I’ve got cute little bit of Jack and Ben going out to dinner with Matt and Peter?

I’ll put it under the cut if you’re down

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“Dad, let’s go out to eat.”

Jack didn’t trust that. Jack had been scarred by the durian. Permanently scarred. He was never coming back from the durian. He was etching a durian with a big ‘X’ through it into the top of his next coffin for future archaeologists to find and have absolutely no questions about.

Matt, sensing that he was presently not receiving the amount of attention that he could be receiving, oozed out of the kitchen and draped himself over the back of the couch, right behind Jack’s shoulders. Jack glanced to the side and noted that he was wearing shoes.

He wasn’t chancing it.

“No shoes on the couch,” he said.

“It’s my couch,” Matt hummed, already migrating over to the couch’s arm, no doubt to burrow his way under Jack’s own arm.

“It’s a couch.”

“My couch,” Matt hummed, plucking Jack’s phone out of his hand and tossing it callously to the other side of said couch. He then executed the burrow and wriggled himself over so that he was the sole occupant of Jack’s lap. He waited, as sweet as could be, until he had Jack’s more or less undivided attention.

The kid was heavy. Jack couldn’t tell if he knew just how heavy he was.

He suspected that he was more than aware of it.

Matt beamed at him. He did not pull his shoed feet over the couch’s arm.

A sign of obedience. Or perhaps a buttering-up technique.

Tricky, tricky.

“Why do we need to go out to eat? What’s wrong with what’s in the fridge?” Jack asked Matt’s untrustworthy grin.

It faded a little because there was a pout which needed doing.

“I’m tired of eating potatoes,” Matt huffed.

“Take it back,” Jack scolded him. “I won’t hear any raggin’ on tatties in this household.”

“I want rice.”

“I’ll make you rice, Matty.”

“I don’t want your rice.”

Picky little shit. Just like his mother. She’d been the type to refuse a peanut butter and jelly sandwich if the slop wasn’t equally distributed.

Jack’s rice was perfectly fine. It even had bits of onion in it. If he was feeling real fancy, he might even cook it in broth or something.

“Fine, so make rice yourself,” he said. Matt squirmed up and wrapped arms around Jack’s neck. He put his cheek against it and immediately made the skin there it itch.

“You need a shave,” Jack huffed, reaching back for his phone. Vanessa was doing battle with her replacement: Bella the cat. She was giving their zombie group the play by play of the her and the cat’s opposing campaigns to win Wade’s favor. Thus far, Bella had broken a plate and gotten scratchies and kisses for it. Vanessa was outraged.

It was an outrage to behold.

“Daddy.”

Not this again. This was no reason to bring out the big guns.

“Get your shoes,” Matt whined.

“Baby, you can go out. I’m not stopping you from going out. No one is stopping you from going out, god help us,” Jack told him.

Matt abandoned his neck, stretched out, quick as a whip, and snatched the phone on the other cushion. He crammed it into his shirt and then replaced himself and his face-broom against Jack’s pulse point.

Yeah.

Yeah, Jack didn’t know what he’d expected to happen here.

“Matt,” he warned.

“Dinner.”

“The last time we went to dinner, you broke my heart, soul, and trust.”

“I won’t do it again.”

“Uh-huh. Yeah, right. ”

“I won’t,” Matt promised, pulling back to add puppy eyes to the mix.

That was unfair. Uncalled for. Totally underhanded.

“Why don’t you go out with Foggy?” Jack tried as a last-ditch effort.

“Because I want to go out with you,” Matt emphasized. “My pops. My old man. We gotta bond. It’ll make me more well-adjusted. The internet says so.”

Jack was confiscating the internet. The internet was a know-it-all snitch.

“DAD.”

“Fine, for fuck’s sake, boy. Get off, you’re drowning me here.”

  Jack would go out to dinner on one condition.

Two conditions actually.

1)      There was to be no durian. Anywhere. At all.

2)      He got to bring moral support.

Matt was more than cool with that because it meant that he could replace the durian with another creative element which would equally torture Jack.

So Jack asked Ben Parker to come along. Parker was sharp as a tack. Compared to Jack, he was a man of the world. A reasonable and sensitive body with respect for his fellow humans. He promised to help Jack identify potential threats to his person flung his way by his uncaring and mischievous son.

Unfortunately, to that end, Matt insisted that they take Ben’s nephew, Peter, out with them too.

Jack knew from the start that this was Matt inserting his chaos element into what might otherwise be a perfectly tolerable and uneventful night out. But he also held out hope that Peter would be the sweet, kind-hearted boy he appeared to be.

It really was too much to ask for.

Peter latched his whole body onto Matt within seconds of their two parties meeting up and the two of them immediately set to whispering which bode poorly for everyone else involved.

“I believe we may have made a mistake,” Ben observed, rubbing thoughtfully at his chin.

  Matt wanted rice and Peter wanted something sour enough to leave ulcers in his mouth, so the two of them decided that Thai food would achieve both of these effects. Jack was suspicious. Ben told him that Thai food was very tasty and he had little reason to fear, except.

Except.

“Peter hates durian, it’s fine, he won’t be setting up any conspiracies around it,” Ben promised him.

Mm.

They’d see about that.

Foggy had said something similar when he and Matt had dragged Jack out for Filipino food.

  Jack was pretty sure that Peter just wanted a lime. He was 90% sure that all Peter’s cravings could be satisfied with a lime right now.

Matt, however, in an unlikely turn of events, convinced him that he should get food-substances to accompany his burning desire for limes. Peter grumbled at this and deferred to his uncle for support in the face of this logic.

Chaos element, located.

“Pick a carb,” Ben directed.

“Sugar is a carb,” Peter argued.

“Pick a carb in a less refined form,” Ben countered easily.

“If it’s raw sugar, it—”

“Veg, noodles, or rice,” Ben offered him.

Peter scowled.

“You said a carb,” he pouted. “I want sugar.”

“I have good news for you, sweet child of mine,” Ben said fondly. “There is sugar in everything served in the United States of America. You will have your sugar. Pick its structure: veg, noodles, or rice.”

Ben made Jack feel like a shit dad sometimes. Although, to be fair, Jack hadn’t been a dad as long as Ben had.

Peter, outwitted and bitter about it, agitated Matt to help him.

Matt saw no need for that.

“You’re gonna be hungry in an hour and then you’re gonna whine about it,” he declared.

Peter scowled at him and then turned his lethal puppy eyes onto Jack. Jack set up a menu between the two of them because he was not strong enough to cope with that.

Peter whined behind it.

  Things were going too smoothly for too long. Jack did not trust the decent behavior happening at this table. Ben got a kick out of his paranoia, which was great because someone needed to.

“What are you hiding?” Jack asked Matt. Matt scoffed.

“Chill, old man,” he said. “We’re literally just having dinner. Maybe try to have a good time, huh?”

No.

Something evil was afoot.

Peter snickered. Matt swatted at him; he easily dodged the hand.

Trouble.

  Dinner was eaten and paid for and Jack eventually gave up and settled down. Begrudgingly, he had to admit that Matt was right. Thai food was nice. No incidents had occurred. There was no durian. Ben and Peter made for good conversation, even if everything led back to Peter’s obsession with sci-fi films.

Ben told him that if he kept mentioning them, the aliens would hear him and his name would start to move up higher up on their list of potential captures.

The kid was horrified.

Matt helpfully started counting off the number of times Peter had mentioned aliens in the last week and Peter had briefly looked like he was going to cry.

“Is your wife not going to hear of this?” Jack asked Ben as they walked after the trouble duo who had determined that they were finding dessert at a different location. They seemed to know what they were after, so Jack and Ben left them to it.

“Oh, she will,” Ben said.

“And you don’t mind?”

“She encourages it. She’s convinced him that if you leave a tv on static, aliens can pick up on your watch history.”

Interesting parenting techniques going on here.

Ben laughed.

“Well, I guess we just figure that if you’ve got a weird kid, it’s easier on everyone if you just lean into it. My brother probably wouldn’t be so down with it, but he’s not here, so whatever.”

Ah, right.

“Peter’s your brother’s son, then,” Jack noted.

Ben hummed.

“I…guess,” he said uneasily. “I—it’s hard to explain. I mean, biologically, yeah he’s Rich’s son. But, you know, me and May’ve raised him for longer than Rich and Mary were ever in his life, so, I dunno. Is it fucked up that I kind of think of him as my son?”

No. Not at all.

“My eldest brother pretty much raised me,” Jack told him. “My mama couldn’t be assed to do anything more than scream at the drop of a hat and my daddy was busy drinking himself to death, so Bill was the one who got me up and dressed and off to school in the morning. I always thought of him as a mix between a brother and a mom.”

“No shit?” Ben said. “Where is he? He still around?”

Uuuuuuuh.

“We haven’t talked for a long time,” Jack said.

“Oh? Well, now’s your chance you know.”

Jack tried not to wince too sharply. Ben caught it anyways.

“Or not,” he said. “You don’t have to if its painful or something.”

Oh, buddy.

“We’ll see,” Jack decided. “I’ll need to think about it.”

He didn’t know how Matt would react. Hell, he didn’t know how he would react to seeing Bill again.

  Matt and Peter presented Jack with a drink that had evil hiding in the bottom of it.

He should have known better to think he’d escape that night uninjured.

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I hope this cheers you up my dear and that things get easier for you soon!