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brawltogethernow · 4 years ago

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I suppose the next step then is "BBC Merlin but it's SpideyTorch"

Oh my god. TEACHER, TEACHER, SHE’S TARGETING ME okay okay uh.

Peter, secret warlock, goes to Camelot with his mother figure, May, who does not know about the warlock thing because it kicked in when he was a teenager and they both strategically decline to tell each other things. Gaius is Reed, who was the court sorcerer and is now the court scientist. (He’s not an old man except spiritually where he has been a senile professor since he was 19.) He literally didn’t change anything he was doing, considering science and magic as different points on one spectrum anyway-- No. That’s Doom’s schtick. DOOM was the court sorcerer, and was fired. He is upset about it. Reed is just a science guy but worked extensively with Victor, so he’s kind of useful, but not as useful as Peter was hoping.

I know very little about Sue and Johnny’s dad except that he’s a supervillain who...faked his death, revealed himself, and then died for real like 12 hours later? Did he also fake his wife’s death at some point? Would he do a mad king magic ban thing? Idk but for plot purposes we’ll say yes. They conveniently already share Arthur’s dead mom syndrome. Maybe their aunt whose name is different depending on what issue you’re reading is also here just to convolute the court drama. Wait no didn’t Arthur have a shady uncle show up after like five seasons. She.

Peter is very talented at finicky, specific magical formulas. (Reed: :) )But in practice he really prefers to just slam out a big wave of power, and if that doesn’t solve the problem, repeat until it does. (Reed: :( ) He gives this a go at the beginning of sorting out any problem, like restarting your glitching computer, and if it doesn’t work the problem is complicated enough to be an episode plot.

So obviously I’m still gonna do secret identity shit? Peter saves the young prince and heir’s life and is rewarded with a second job; he only came here for job reasons and you’re all lucky he doesn’t turn down paying jobs otherwise he’d be having some words with the king. Peter also accidentally becomes a masked vigilante out in the town. His very existence is illegal because he’s obviously doing magic! They keep sending his boss out to hunt him down, and their eyes are always locking dramatically and shit in brief silent stare-offs from opposite ends of the street in thunder storms at sunset until Johnny’s horse rears and breaks the eye contact causing Peter to snap out of it and flee. You know how it is.

Sue is older than Johnny and thus older than the magic ban, so she responded to it by going “:) That’s nice, Dad” and socking away a bunch of books before they could go on the fire, and now she’s just a sorceress on the dl. This is approx. a first season finale reveal, because her real superpower is being able to keep her mouth the hell shut. I literally cannot with how nobody in Merlin ever exchanges information, so shortly after Peter and Reed learn this they exchange secrets, like sane people, which opens up their resources a bit.

That said Sue is an extra legitimate royal, not the Morgana equivalent. Maybe Gwen should be Gwen, especially since I have thought Gwen/Johnny/Peter has potential since reading Spider-Man/Fantastic Four (which if you read an earlier ask, I recommend if you want to see new art of Gwen being mean in hair clips). But Peter/Gwen and Merlin/Freya are like...same energy except the latter wasn’t as well done. And Merlin’s Guinevere honestly more reminds me of Betty. Morgana--

(wheeze)

(cough)

Okay I thought this trying to reconcile as much of the cast as possible and I now can’t unthink it so. The king’s ward is Dorrie Evans. Yes she goes nebulously sapphic evil witch queen. Sure she was an unpleasant teenager and readers hate her, but you know what, I’ll simp, whatever. Let Dorrie poison some people. In a cape. This feels natural to me. Also Betty Brant and Dorrie Evans???? Betty/Dorrie vibes???? I guess!!!!

So like. The thing where Arthur gets mystically whammied by love potions once a month, except also Johnny’s normal relationship-anticipating giddiness happening organically mixed in, the part before he actually starts dating someone and becomes immediately depressed. Peter is in the bg sarcastically dismissing magical incidents saying he can’t even tell the difference, and Reed is like 😬 Please Check Anyway. Peter’s not, haha, Peter’s not jealous, Johnny is just an idiot, and, okay maybe Peter is a little jealous! But it doesn’t matter because the prince is going to marry some noble and--

Reed: Prince Johnathan is a bit like a little brother to me, so Please Stop Telling Me About Your Problems.

Reed/Sue is reciprocated but on permanent hold for class reasons. Spideytorch is in the same boat except they’re also stupid and working it out by dating their way through the whole country, except Peter is actually into that and Johnny is not.

The dragon is...Ezekiel?????? That’s the right level of wise wry mentor who’s very shady and will kill you, so he’s a dragon now. And when he tells Peter he’s the (other) chosen one, Peter full stop doesn’t believe him. This disbelief goes on extensively. Peter is not a fate-oriented person. Johnny would love to hear about the fate thing, but no one will tell him.

Literally I’m just going to add more chronologically unmoored medievalish shit to Merlin now to cram more of the cast in. There’s some kind of town crier/herald outfit, and Jonah is their boss. He’s just out in the road yelling sometimes even though he can delegate that. The buglers otherwise known as Bugle staff named Peter’s vigilante persona the Spider, which was supposed to sound menacing but is in practice also cool. This is out-of-universe fairly equivalent to Merlin’s real name as a neat two-syllable animal word and possible title. In-universe maybe I’d elbow out Emrys and just use this. Merlin is already very servants-don’t-work-like-that, so Betty just also has two jobs for no reason so she can knock elbows with them.

MJ is the court jester and knows absolutely everything, which is a dramatic mid-game reveal that isn’t exactly foreshadowed so much as always possible while carefully obscured from the viewer (the reader). Before this she’s already a Wise Fool, Shakespeare-ways archetype character, it’s just not clear how much. She is the most important character in Homestuck Merlin Spider.

Every ship is real for at least 30 seconds. Most of the extended FF cast are either magical antagonists or weird nobles.

Ben????? (Grimm, I mean. Ben Parker is dead. Ben Reilly is a recurring episodic plot.) This show was painfully formulaic and would simply not keep someone with any version of his deal in the main cast, but he’s a full quarter of the FF so. A magical accident approximated his rock body deal. Maybe specifically tying him to ~the magic of the land~. And then, uh. Wandering the country is too satellite-like. Hiding out in a forbidden castle wing is interesting but doesn’t do him justice. So I guess it’s a come and go semivoluntary transformation thing that’s kept secret? Rock werewolf. Were-rock. Good opportunity to fake out like you’re going to do a monster of the week plot, and then he contributes to the tension to abolish the magic ban.

Knights?? Wyatt is there from the beginning, being tall and reassuring (holding a sword edition). Not sure how him or his immediate ancestors got to Europe and then ended up this involved with the local nobility, but it was probably exciting. And Flash, or he’s an early addition. Either way he’s from the same village as Peter and is approximately White’s Kay, except directed at the wizard instead of the future king, and otherwise you can completely superimpose their comic dynamic including the fanboying over the secret identity angle, which is entertainingly seditious. ...Others. I don’t know enough FF characters for this. I’ve accidentally implied the eventual addition of Bennet Brant, but his evil sorcerer of the week energy is very strong, so maybe not. Randy eventually because I already implied the Robertsons and can see it.

This is so long, covers nothing, and explains none of the namechecks. Using both these characters’ franchises in one fusion is too much stuff. I keep not talking about the core relationship because it’s just. Like That. I don’t feel like I need to elaborate on the Merthur dynamic, even transposed on a different ship. It’s Just Like That.

#merlin #spiderman #fantastic four #spideytorch #bbc merlin #spidey #ff #marvel #phoenixyfriend #asks answered

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viltrumitesuperboy · 5 years ago

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Luck (Peter Parker x Male Villain Reader)

my line breaks wont FUCKING WORK TUMBLR IS TRASH

Luck is a superpower, you can disagree (respectfully) in my asks. I don’t know how to write “villain” villains, especially for the reader, so you’ll notice that I tend to give the villains a motivation for their actions. They’re typically redeemable.

Requested by: anon since requests are open and i like your writing, id thought id request something. perhaps you can do a spidey x villian reader where the reader and peter are dating but dont know about the others alter ego?

Word count: 2265

"Peter, where's the black pepper?"

"Top shelf!"

You opened the cabinet looking up at the black pepper just barely out of your reach. Even on your toes, your fingers barely brushed the wooden shelf. Turning quickly to check if Peter was still in his room, you extended your arm just a bit and managed to pluck the little container off of the shelf.

"Are you almost done with lunch? You know we have to go to the city today," Peter said, walking into the kitchen.

He was just pulling his sweater down when you turned to look at him, a smile on both your faces.

"Yeah, just salt and pepper for taste. You know how spices work, right?" you joked.

He laughed and hugged your middle from behind, pulling away to grab the plates from under you and bringing them to the table. He started eating right away, his plate always just a little more filled than yours.

"Even now I'm always surprised because I already eat a lot. I don't know where all of that goes," you commented, gesturing to his body.

"My ass," he mumbled through a bite.

You laughed around your own food as he shrugged. Once you both finished, you did your normal elevator vs. staircase race. You had the staircase this time, and you were alone. So if he didn't see you somehow hop down entire flights of stairs without any injury, all was well. You tried to lean against the wall like you had been waiting for him forever, and laughed when he blew a raspberry in your direction.

"Come on, we gotta catch the train," he urged.

He pulled you along until you got outside, both of you walking side by side to the station. The train ride always felt shorter with him, and he got off a stop or two earlier than you did every time. Even with your own extracurricular activities, you wondered if you would ever get to know what he did. You brushed it from your mind. If he knew what you got up to, he'd be upset. He was a huge supporter of the Avengers and similar "hero" figures, and even worked with and for them. You had to engage in crime just to get by. As you entered the building, you looked at the Avengers Tower a few blocks down. You turned away.

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The sooner you got into your suit, the sooner you could join your companions in robbing the next bank. You knew whoever made the plans would get the most money, so you always planned things before anyone else could think of them. Without it, you wouldn't even be able to pay for groceries. Everyone else had a job, but you were younger and still in school, which made it much more difficult for you and they all understood. Despite the luck you knew you had, life was the one thing that could bring it down.

Just as you all left with bags, you stopped instantly at the sight of Spider-Man leaning against the wall awkwardly, much like you had done earlier that day. You almost laughed, but you had to leave with the money so you kept a straight face.

"So, uh... you guys ever think about the law? It's pretty cool sometimes," he said with an obviously faked confidence.

You pushed the bags towards your team and ushered them to move, swiftly moving towards Spider-Man. He darted to the side as you kicked toward him.

"Missed m- Oof!"

As he tried jumping for the ceiling, you grabbed the back of his suit and yanked him down, thanks to your luck. It left him winded for a few seconds.

"Sorry, dude. Just let me off this once," you said unapologetically.

He groaned as you ran back towards your team, two of them grabbing you into the moving van. The doors shut and you watched Spider-Man through the darkened window, just barely catching a glimpse of your vehicle as it sped away.

"Well, that was fast. Maybe you're right about your luck being a power," one of them snickered.

You hit her with a grumble, turning down to check your phone. A text from Peter said he needed snuggles, and you smiled a bit as you pulled your mask off.

"Is it that kid you're dating again?" she asked, pulling her own off.

"Yeah, drop me off in the area. Leave the money in the usual place and I'll come grab it," you said, beginning to pack your things.

"You got it."

"Thanks."

As you left the van, you waved at them, giving some of them a fist bump as you passed and hopped out of the van.

"I'll figure out our next location."

They waved back and you turned as the van doors shut. You went into the dark alley nearby to change, then walked the few blocks to Peter's apartment. Aunt May greeted you with a hug and a smile, then gestured you Peter who was curled up in a blanket in front of the TV, looking like he stayed up all night despite it only being nine at night.

"What's up?" you asked, sitting next to him and putting your arms around him.

"I feel like garbage and my body hurts," he mumbled into your shoulder.

"Exercising? Did you... fall down the stairs? Stand up after too many hours of playing video games?"

He snorted and pulled away for a bit, wrapping you in the blanket as well. You both laid down, and you took extra care to wrap your arms around his shoulders when he seemed to wince at the movement of his back.

"What exercise did you do?"

"No, I just... I decided to go to the playground with Ned cause there were no more kids there and my internship was done, so I was fooling around and climbing things but I fell on my back."

"Be a bit more careful next time?"

"Okay."

Aunt May was always nice enough to leave you food knowing when you didn't eat. You smiled at her as Peter moved closer to you when you pulled away to eat, and you both laughed fondly at his clingy behaviour. You left a few hours after that to get your money and go home.

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After another afternoon of your antics, you had decided to run around on the rooftops for a bit. On one of the higher ones, you climbed the ladder quietly to find someone pacing on the edge. You almost reached out to tell them to step away when you realised who it was: Spider-Man himself.

"How does he always get away? And he beats me so quickly? It's like he has really good luck. That's so weird. That's not even a superpower, I think. Oh no, what if it is?!"

He paused as there was a response from his phone, and he sighed as if stressed as he yanked off his mask. You quickly covered your mouth in shock. How careless could any identity-hiding person be to pull their mask off when anyone in a building could look up and see him? At least your face was kind of covered. It was just your hood on and that lame mask that just covered the area around your eyes, but it was enough. His face was covered by his phone, but the messy brown hair made you a little sick when it reminded you of your boyfriend. You were only here because of your luck and your criminal actions. He was probably at his internship being a good, upstanding citizen.

"No, that can't be right. I'll check with Mr. Stark. He'll know."

"Hey."

He screeched and yelled a quick bye into his phone, making the horrible mistake of just shoving it in his pocket as he turned to look at you. Without his mask on.

"Put your mask on," you said, knowing it sounded a bit strangled, but you passed it off as just climbing over the small concrete wall that bordered the top of the building. "You should be more careful, you know?"

"You-you're that guy! I keep running into you! Who are you?"

"Well, that's the question everyone wants to know, huh?"

You walked over to him and plopped down next to him as he sat, his hands playing with his phone that was now back out. Peter did that when he was nervous, playing with anything in his hands. Once it was a book and he somehow managed to throw it and leave a small crack in the ceiling when someone scared him from behind.

"Tell me your secrets. What's got you so stressed about me?"

"What are your powers?" he blurted out.

How Peter of him to just ask right away.

"I'm lucky. Just not lucky in the rest of my life. I don't have enough money to pay rent and sometimes it's not even enough to buy groceries. I have to depend on other people and I don't want to do that. So I'm doing the best with what I can."

"Well, M- uh, Tony Stark has all kinds of internships and charities and stuff. I mean, I work with him so I would know. He could help! And he's always willing to help a superpowered person!"

"Spidey, things aren't that easy. I'm a criminal for a living and things like that don't just slide with most of the population. You tell them why you did it and you'll get consequences. My luck is the only thing keeping my team and myself safe."

"You could try! He doesn't judge and he's still friends with Captain America, who's currently a war criminal. Someone who's a thief isn't a huge problem to him."

"I don't take charity," you stated clearly.

"I mean it! He could really help," he replied.

"Peter!"

He paused entirely. Without the sounds of the cars below and the people speaking, it would have been completely silent.

"How... how..."

You pulled off your mask and your hood, giving him a sympathetic smile.

"I don't... take charity. Especially not from my boyfriend. I'll let you feed me once in a while, but that's the most I'll take. I can't do that to you, and I can't do that to your mentor who has definitely figured out my powers and knows who I am."

He was silent as you put the mask in his hand and stood up.

"You can text me whenever you want."

You left him behind on the roof.

Peter texted you the next morning, telling you to meet him at Stark Tower. You instantly knew that he had talked to Tony Stark about it, and both of them would search the entire world for you if you didn't go. Of course, that left you with the only choice of doing what he said. Peter was waiting for you in the lobby right in front of the building's security.

"Hey! Um, just follow me," Peter said quietly, his voice dying out as he turned to walk.

After an awkwardly silent trip in one of the elevators, he brought you to a large laboratory where sparks flew from the corner of the room.

"Mr. Stark! I brought my boyfriend for you to meet," Peter shouted over the noise.

Tony Stark himself sat up from his work to look at the both of you, his goggles now on his head.

"Tell me about yourself," he said, starting to walk towards you.

"You already know enough about me, don't you?" you replied.

He gave you a calculating look as he turned to a desk and pulled up a hologram. It contained information about you and your powers, but mostly your financial assets.

"I don't normally keep tabs on petty thieves, but when I found out how much you were annoying Peter, I had to find out," he said. "Kind of weird to be fighting your boyfriend every other night, huh?"

Peter looked away, his eyes instantly going to your arm. You knew he was fighting a blush, but you were busy hiding your own embarrassment. Tony started to push Peter out of the room, and he grumbled but left regardless.

"I saw his recording from his suit. I know you don't take charity, but I would do anything for Peter. All he wants is to know that you're safe from anyone who could be a threat to him or the people he cares about. How can you be safe if you can't even pay your bills?" Tony lectured. "The least you can do is stay here for a bit until you have enough money to stay at your own place. He already worries about being Spider-Man. He doesn't need to worry about you having nowhere to stay."

You stood for a moment, looking between him and the hologram.

"Fine. But for Peter. And the second I get a well-paying job I'm out of here."

"Well, you could always work here. We have great benefits."

"And work for Tony Stark? No way."

He barked out a laugh and opened the door again, Peter rushing in to grab your hand.

"What did you say?!"

"I said yes. Quit worrying," you laughed, kissing him quickly.

Tony tapped on a few things on the screen before turning to look at you both.

"Your stuff is being moved here within the next one or two days, and I let your landlord know. He's actually kind of cool. Oh, and after we move your stuff here, can we test your powers?" Tony rambled.

"No."

"Great, we'll start tomorrow."

#x male reader #peter parker x male reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #peter parker x male!reader #male reader #peter parker #request

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goddesswritings · 4 years ago

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peacefall - the beginning | Sam Taylor

Title: : peacefall – the beginning

Pairing: AU Ghost!SamTaylor x OC

Summary: Y/n is a writer, and her books are pretty popular. She moves into a house in the country to get away from the craziness of the city. She wants to put all her focus on her next book. Weird things begin happening in the house. She discovers she has a ghost, and he has quite a past. They begin to bond, but he begins to see that she is hiding something big from him. Something that will impact her life.

Word Count: 3k

Notes: Beware, this story contains major character death.

Also listen to the song peacefall by Purity Ring and you may be able to get some og the headspace I had when writing this.

This is an old fic that I changed to Sam. Mind you, I have not seen Amazing Stories, so this doesn’t follow the actual episode, it more like uses the likeness of Sam Taylor and makes him into an ancient Victorian character for the purpose of this ancient story of mine.

Masterlist

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“I have no true memory of meeting my parents for the first time. Of course not, I was just a babe, but I do know that they nurtured and loved me very much. Growing up, I never once questioned their love for me nor for each other, I just knew it was there.”

Recently, you moved into a beautiful old house. It was on the smaller side, with a narrow staircase that led up to the second floor, but it was perfect. The house had to have been built over a hundred years ago. It was filled with the most beautiful wood floors and moulding. Every room had some type of dark wood lining the walls and windows. Some of the wallpaper was peeling in a few of the rooms, but that was an easy fix. There were a few other things that needed fixing in the house as well. You knew the house had seen better days but were happy to be living in it.

There were two bedrooms, the main bedroom was located next to the bathroom. It had a nice row of windows on the far wall that showed the beautiful old neighborhood the house was in, as well as a beautiful little closet. The bathroom was pretty spacious for the small home, with a white clawfoot tub in the center of the room. You were in love with that tub the minute you laid eyes on it. Growing up, you’d always wanted a clawfoot tub.

The second bedroom was located at the end of the hall. There were only two windows in that room and there were two large trees that covered the sunlight from reaching the room. This caused the room to be a bit darker than normal, but you loved it all the same. You made that room into your personal office. You’re a writer. The room was the perfect place for you to work when inspiration struck. Especially because it allowed no distractions from the outside world.

Things were finally coming together for you. Your newest book had just been published and you’d finally saved enough to live on your own. You finally felt happy. You didn't have many friends or a boyfriend, but you were happy with yourself. Living alone would be good for you. It would allow you to focus and get a lot of writing done.

The first couple of weeks were quiet and nothing ever happened in the house. It seemed perfect, too perfect. You knew a house that old had to have some sort of past and you were willing to find out what it was. You were a naturally curious person.

Maybe a month into living in the house, things began to happen. Unimportant things would go missing and turn up in a completely different room. At first, you thought you’d just been moving the stuff and forgetting where you put it, but when a book you were reading disappeared when you explicitly remembered putting it on the bedside table, you knew something was going on.

At night there would be odd creaks that you hadn’t heard when you first moved in. One night you were sure there were footsteps in the hallway, but they were gone before you’d had a chance to investigate them. You knew what you heard was not in your mind. Even with this stuff happening, you were not afraid. You grew up in a haunted house, so it wasn’t new. Things just continued to happen for the next three months and you did your best to ignore them and just live life.

You were halfway done your next book when the notes for the book went missing. That didn’t make you happy, because it meant that whatever was doing it, was an intelligent spirit. You spent the entire day ravaging the house and trying to find the missing notes.

��This is not funny!” You yelled out while sitting in the middle of the living room, the house was a mess around you. After that, you swear you heard a laugh. This spirit just wanted to piss you off. This made you want to get some background on the house.

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You had all intentions to learn the past of the house, but life got busy. You had to make an impromptu trip a few hours away to New York to meet up with your editor and agent. Both wanted to talk about your upcoming book and what they should expect in it. You have to say a good thing about being a writer is being able to keep your identity secret. You were able to live your life normally without having to worry about being recognized, it was great. Anyway, the trip to New York lasted about a week and you couldn’t wait to return home.

The house was quiet when you returned, eerily quiet. You didn’t know what to expect from the spirit in the house, but at that moment you were too tired to care. You were dying for a soak in that beautiful tub of yours. After placing your bags in the bedroom, you headed to the bathroom to start the tub. You filled it with some lavender bubble bath.

After the bath was started, you retreated to the bedroom to get ready. You tied up your hair up and changed into a blue silk robe. As you were headed back to the bathroom, you remembered to grab a glass of wine to help you relax. So you turned off the tub before heading back down the stairs to grab it.

Halfway down the stairs when you spotted a tall man standing in the living room. He was only there for a split second, but you knew what you saw was real. You shook your head and made your way into the kitchen. Pouring a glass of wine before heading back upstairs. Walking past the living room, you got chills, but cast it off as nothing. You made it back to the bathroom quickly and put the wine on the counter.

Just as you’d untied your robe, you heard your bedroom door close, you retied the robe and went out into the hallway. “Hello?” You expected a reply but got nothing.

You walked to the bedroom to find the door shut. When you tried to push it open, it wouldn’t budge. “What the hell. This is not funny at all.” You spoke and continued to push on the door. So you stopped and listened for any movement on the other side of the door but heard nothing.

Once again, you moved the door handle and it swung wide open, slamming into the wall. There was no one in the bedroom. Now you were beginning to get freaked out.

Shaking your head, you went back to the bathroom and started to remove the robe again. Letting it drop to the floor, you picked up the wine and stepped into the hot bath. You set the wine on window ledge beside the tub before finally relaxing against the warm porcelain of the tub. It had been a long time since you’d had the chance to relax like this. You closed your eyes and let the water relax you, you just let your mind wander.

You sipped the wine occasionally. It must have been fifteen minutes or so before you started to feel like you were being watched. Shooting up, you looked around the room, trying to find the source of the feeling, but as usual there was no one. This spirit seemed to be playing a lot of tricks.

After that you decided it was probably best that you retire to bed, because you felt like you were going crazy. Exiting the bath, you brushed your teeth, and changed into a pair of black shorts and a t-shirt. Then snuggled into your bed. You still felt like you were being watched but you pushed that aside and went to sleep.

You were sure you’d gone to sleep, but now you found yourself sitting in the living room. You were dressed up in a beautiful blue dress and it seemed you were waiting for someone. Two minutes later you heard footsteps and a gorgeous man entered the room. He was tall. If you had to guess, he was about six feet tall. He had the darkest brown hair that was perfectly set on his head. His face had a cute scruffy beard that fit him so well. Everything about him was cute and screamed innocence.

“I love that color on you, darling.” He spoke sitting beside you on the couch. His voice was attractive.

“Thank you. I knew you would love this color.” You spoke in the dream. You weren’t speaking on your own will. The words came out without permission.

“You know me all too well, my love.” The man leaned in to kiss your cheek, a light blush formed on your cheeks. “You know I love you so much, Annabelle.”

That’s not your name.

“Oh yes I do, and you know I love you.” That was when you realized that it wasn’t your voice you were hearing and the woman sitting on the couch was not you. You were now standing on the other side of the room. She resembled you a little bit, but she was not you. Her hair was a couple shades lighter than yours. Her skin a couple shades darker than yours.

“That is why I want to marry you, Annabelle. Have you given my proposition any thought?”

She smiled but there was something fake about that smile and it made you sick, “I have Sam. I have given it so much thought, but I am afraid of what my father will say. The other townsfolk. I am betrothed to Peter after all.”

A frown appeared on the man’s face, “I understand that your father’s approval means a lot to you, I really do. But don’t you want to marry out of true love, not an arranged marriage? You and I are in love and I think that is all you need to get married. Marry me Annabelle. Please?”

Annabelle didn’t smile, she looked annoyed at the man. “Sam, I cannot marry you. My father means everything to me, and I believe he knows what he is talking about when he tells me that Peter is the best for me. I am sorry, I really am.” There was no sincerity in her voice.

“Okay, I understand.” He sighed sadly, “Then I must inform you that I will be leaving town in a few days. I have a job opportunity somewhere else.”

Annabelle nodded, “I think that would be best, but I do not think you are going to get far.”

Sam looked taken back by her words, “Why do you say that?”

Something in her changed and she looked positively evil in that moment. She pulled something from behind her and quickly shoved it into his chest. It was a knife. She had just shoved a knife into the chest of a man who loved her. What?

This was seriously freaking you out.

Sam looked down to where the knife was embedded into his chest and then looked up at Annabelle. “Why would you do this? I loved you, I still love you.” His voice was soft.

She just laughed and pushed him to the ground, “I regret to inform you, my dear Sam, I never loved you. I am in love with Peter and have been since before I met you. You are just a pawn in my game. With you gone, I will be able to take everything you have.” This woman was making you sick. She dropped down to the floor beside Sam and gripped the knife. “I am not sorry for anything I did.” There was no emotion in her voice as she spoke. Before Sam could reply, she pulled the knife from his chest. “Goodbye Sam.” Those were the last words she spoke before shoving the knife into his heart.

You sat up with a start. You were absolutely terrified from the dream. That was no dream, it was a nightmare. When you buried your head into your hands, you realized you were crying. The dream scared you. You needed a glass of water. Pulling yourself out of bed, you noticed it was only four in the morning. Rubbing your eyes before getting up and making your way downstairs for water.

So, at 4:15 am, you stood in the dark kitchen leaning against the counter with a glass of water in your hand. Your mind was trying to make sense of the dream, but it could not. Why would you dream something like that? More importantly, why do you feel like that dream was more of a memory than a dream? You finished the water and headed back to bed. Unfortunately, you couldn’t get back to sleep, you just kept tossing and turning for the next two hours. Finally, at 6:30am, you decided to get up and work on the book.

Once again, you headed down the stairs to make a cup of coffee. Entering the kitchen, you stopped short when you saw something on the ground. It was the missing notes for your book. You shook your head and picked them up and started to go through the notes, a loose paper fell out to the floor. It was a newspaper article.

Town’s lady Annabelle Porter marries her long-time love Peter Lockwood.

You only read the headline, but it caught your interest. Especially since the woman in your dream was named Annabelle. Was this a coincidence? You were going to put the article aside for later. Right now, you needed coffee to wake up and you would figure this out later. Preparing a big cup of coffee and some toast, you grabbed the notes taking them up to the office. Some work needed to be done today.

You hadn’t even bothered putting clothes on, you lived alone. So, here you were, sitting in your cozy little office in some underwear and a t-shirt. Inspiration stuck shortly after taking a seat in front of the computer. There was no stopping you. Well that was until a creak of the wooden floor was heard behind you. Almost like someone was standing in the room. Quickly whipping around, you found no one.

“It seems that you like playing tricks on me spirit. Thanks for giving me my notes back.” You said aloud. You weren’t really expecting a reply, so it was surprising when a voice said ‘Welcome’ out of thin air. The most striking thing was that the voice sounded so much like the man from your dream last night.

“Uhhh okay.” This wasn’t the first time in your life that you were dealing with a ghost. You’d seen and experienced them all throughout life. This was just the first time that you had an intelligent exchange with one and it did freak you out a little bit. After that, the spirit didn’t say anything else. It got really quiet, so you got back to work.

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You worked the entire day, only taking a few breaks for the bathroom and for food or drinks. The book was starting to come along. The house really seemed to give a lot of inspiration. Secretly you hoped to have another exchange with the spirit, but he was quiet after the morning antics. If you hadn’t known better, you would think that he left the house.

It was almost midnight when you decided to drag yourself to bed. You’d had a long day of writing and were starting to feel it all. Especially since you woke up around 4am. After brushing your teeth and using the bathroom, you climbed into bed. You were hoping you would have another dream. Maybe then, you can find out why Annabelle killed Sam?

At first, you had a bit of trouble getting to sleep, there was a lot on your mind, and you kept tossing and turning. You could not stop thinking about the dream from the previous night and the man from the dream that you kept seeing around the house. Was he the one haunting the home?

Two hours later you finally drifted to sleep, only to wake maybe an hour later to your covers being pulled down. Sitting up, you rubbed your eyes, too tired for this nonsense tonight. Before you could say anything, something or someone touched your leg. The feeling was cold yet inviting. You weren’t scared even when you knew you should be. Whatever was there stopped touching you right as you became aware of its presence.

“I know there is something here and I would really like it if you showed yourself.” You spoke into the dark room. Waiting for an answer, you received none. Sleep was closing in, so you just let it take over. You decided to deal with the spirit later. For now, you needed sleep.

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silence-burns · 5 years ago

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Please Hate Me //part 24

Fandom: Marvel

Summary: Based on “Imagine having a love/hate relationship with Loki.” by @thefandomimagine

"This is a bad idea," Loki voiced his thoughts.

"You make it sound like that’s new information."

"Well, at first I thought it all might work out and make the day interesting, but right now I'm a hundred percent sure today's going to be as terrible as the entirety of last week."

You gasped dramatically. "Terrible? But you had a good laugh with me!"

"What else was I supposed to do when my life was being ruined and my dignity trampled? File a complaint? To whom could I address it?" he asked, words sharp.

"Why are you asking me? That sounds like your problem."

"You don't see it as your problem only because you're the problem."

"Nah. You're overthinking it."

"Well, I suppose one of us has to balance out your lack of—"

You cut him off with a sudden glint in your eyes. You stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, right in front of him, forcing people to walk around the two of you with annoyed grimaces.

"Did you just say 'us'? Could it be that I've finally grown on you?"

Loki sighed a very resigned sigh. "Yeah. Like a tumor."

Your smile was blinding nonetheless and caused him to turn his head the other way. It was the only reason he turned his head, obviously. Your joy was unreasonable. It wasn’t not like the word slipped off his tongue on accident and he tried to brush it off…

He only listened to your following babbling with one ear, focusing just enough to know when to nod and grunt some confirmation at the right moment. It wasn't on purpose, at least not entirely. It just so happened that his mind was occupied by different matters at the moment.

The path you decided on took you through what you described as quite a nice part of the city. Loki had his doubts about sanity and taste of whoever was behind the design of some of the buildings. The architecture was outrageously bland and plain and no matter how hard he tried, Loki could not find any reason behind such a fascination with squares and rectangles. Involuntarily, he thought back to the elegant arches and ethereal facades of Asgard's places of culture. The rich gold and vibrant colors that brought up all of the beauty of the city and homes of its people clashed violently with what he was seeing now. And why was everything so dull?

You crossed the street, following the mass of people rushing in the same direction. The fumes in the air brought a grimace to Loki's face. You noticed, and forgot about whatever you were just talking about.

"You okay?"

Loki's attention snapped back to you, surprised with how much genuine concern could be heard in your voice.

Well, you had already proven a few times that you meant him no harm, which was nice coming from someone on this savage, disgusting realm, but Loki was not yet used to it. He was trying, though, which he found surprising.

You frowned at his lack of response and took one of his hands in yours, warming it up. "Are you cold? I told you to bring gloves. We could warm up in one of the shops right there if you want?"

If you didn't know him any better, you'd say Loki looked flustered, but since it would be very out of character, you decided he must have just been overwhelmed with a world that must be so different from his. Your suspicions were confirmed when he insisted on walking. The hint of color on his cheeks must've been a figment of your imagination.

"I'm a Frost Giant, after all," he explained, very interested in the display of one of the bakeries. "The cold doesn't bother me as much as others, regardless of my clothing."

"Damn, wish I could say the same. It must come in real handy in weather like this," you gestured to the white blankets of snow covering every surface around. It was still fresh and clean, changing the world into something a little prettier than it usually was. Or maybe it was because it covered the trash littering the streets.

Loki followed your gaze to the few tiny flakes of snow flying loosely in the air. The sky was clear, indicating fine weather for the near future. People didn't seem to pay much attention to the weather, if only to watch out on particularly slippery parts of the pavements.

It was a shame, though, Loki thought. The snow was the only reason the city wasn't completely hideous to his eyes. It might have been caused by the Frost Giant blood in his veins, but he had to admit he enjoyed the walk through the whitened streets more than he anticipated, even putting the architecture aside.

The air, despite the disgusting fumes the cars around restlessly continued to produce, had the bite and frost in it that he'd always enjoyed. He remembered the days spent outside from dawn till dusk with Thor, running around the palace's grounds, building their own fortresses from snow and branches and then attacking one another until their hands were sore and their runny noses frozen. Those were the few memories Loki didn't mind his brother in. He was a terrible fortress architect.

They often ventured far, and made Frigga worry with how late they finally made it home. Even Loki's hands were cold by then, and his clothes damp and wet, but he was happy nonetheless, innocent and unaware of what his future would throw him into.

Loki looked down at his hands. Those days were gone, and not much could bring them back. Even winter felt different in this world, more polluted and tamed. The frost was more of a suggestion rather than a sharp bite to his skin. His heritage would always protect him from damage, but he felt the cold anyway.

The sad truth was, the past had to stay in the past, no matter how tempting it was to recollect and dwell upon old memories. Lessons had to be learnt from it, but one can never move forward if they drag their past with them. Despite his greatest efforts, Loki didn't remember who wrote that. Still, the words felt right to him.

With a silent nod to himself, he got back to the present. You were still standing by the bakery he randomly chose to buy some time. He had been conflicted, but things seemed clearer now.

Once again confident in himself, Loki straightened his back and turned to face you - only to find you already staring at him.

"How about we marry?" you proposed.

All air left him.

"I beg your pardon…?" was all he managed to stutter out, his voice taking a high pitch at the end, despite his efforts to keep it casual.

You didn't seem to notice the chaos raging in his chest. You only knocked softly on one of the posters at the display. With his heart in his throat, Loki read it with more difficulty than it would usually take him.

"It says… Some free samples are offered to everyone who proposes there? Is that a joke?" he asked finally.

"Not according to those photos." You pointed to some low-quality pictures printed and glued under the poster.

His frown only deepened along with his confusion. "You want us to fake a proposal for some free cake?"

"Why not?" you shrugged. "It's not like anyone's going to check up on us to see if we actually get married later on."

Loki blinked slowly. His heart did not slow down, but at least he was starting to hear his own thoughts over the blood pounding through his veins. "Could you please explain to me, why can't we just buy it like normal people?"

"Do you have any money? Like, human money?"

"No."

"Well, all I've got on me will go for our breakfast, especially since Peter will be joining us shortly, and he always devours a double portion like he's been starving for the past year and a half. So, how about a quick proposal?" you nudged him with a wicked smile, ready to march in.

Loki knew that stupid look on your face. You were not faking it. He sighed into the ridiculous, although nicely smelling scarf around his face. "Do you even have a ring?"

That seemed to pop your happy bubble. Your shoulders slumped and for a very brief, quickly shushed moment, Loki felt bad about it. "Damn it…"

"Besides, how would you conceal, you know, my identity? It would be suspicious if I had to hide my whole face during all of this madness."

"That's the least of our problems, there's no way anyone would recognize you anyway. Look, we've made it pretty far already and no one's even looked at you twice—"

You gestured around.

A skinny, blond man was staring at Loki with a look of utter concentration and confusion of his face, no more than three paces away.

You froze, and so did Loki. But only for a moment.

You burst into a broad, jovial smile before approaching the man like a good friend. "What a beautiful morning, isn't it, my dear? Would you like to have a little chat with us about global warming? We've been sent out to make a quick survey about people's opinions and predictions—Where are you going, sir? It will only take a few minutes!"

You looked after the man that would choose to flee rather than continue the conversation. He didn't look back.

You puffed out your chest with pride and turned to Loki. "Okay, I might've been a little bit wrong."

Loki was already casting quick glances around, fixing that stupid excuse of a cover around his face. He knew he would be recognizable. Too little time had passed since he was forced to attack the city, and people would still be bitter about it. Maybe after a few generations had passed and the memory of that disaster got lost in time…��

You joined your arms and shouldered him away from the spot and into a less crowded side-street. The snow crumbled underneath your feet, not yet turned into a muddy pulp.

"Loki, listen, I know it might not seem like it, but I'm pretty sure everything's fine. The man didn't even recognize you, or he would’ve started screaming or talking in that very aggressive way some people love to use. And he didn't— which means he failed to connect the dots and probably thought you reminded him of some weird relative that he hasn't seen in years and just got confused… "

"You don't even believe that yourself," Loki cut you off. "You tend to babble when you get nervous."

"I… Well, you seem to know an awful lot about me for someone who hates my whole race."

"It's not—" Loki opened his mouth but stopped. The words didn't seem important anymore.

You paused too, still linked with him by the arm. Loki sensed the tension in your muscles and the change in your breath.

Someone was waiting for you.

The person wasn't tall, but the face obscured by a deep hood didn't seem the most trustworthy. A mugger wouldn't show up right in front of you, standing in the middle of the pavement. Surprisingly, no people seemed to be on your side of the street at all.

Your fingers clenched on Loki's arm, as if you were preparing to haul him behind you. That brought a ghost of a smile on his face. As if he would let you.

The man pointed a finger at Loki. "You should NOT be here."

And that was when you recognized his voice. "Wong??"

Loki frowned. "You know each other?"

Before you managed to answer him, Wong approached you with anger loud in his every step. And snapped his fingers.

Your stomach jumped high into your throat as the ground rolled under your feet without a warning. Loki's didn't feel much better, but he overcame the wave of nausea quickly—he knew what happened. It was a simple transportation spell he had used thousands of times.

It didn't take you far—only to a small park, far from prying eyes. Some children were busy building a rather disfigured snowman at the far end of it, behind a line of trees, their naked branches heavy with snow. No one else seemed to occupy the place.

Wong uncovered his face. You were right—he was pissed.

"What is wrong with you, people? And I mean both of you. You were supposed to be the responsible one!" he jabbed you with a finger. "Don't you think he's a little too recognizable to be wandering around like that?"

"He's got my scarf on!"

Wong didn't bother with a response. Loki, despite his personal feelings towards the monk, couldn't blame him.

Wong sighed, giving up trying to reason with either of you. He was aware of the god's current situation, because a big part of Sanctum Santorum's job was monitoring any threats to the realms and interdimensional peace—and Loki was very high on that list.

On the other hand, despite the ice-cold looks he was being cast by said threat, Wong had to admit no major disaster happened yet—which was surprisingly nice (having the realm's continued peace in mind) but not ideal in Wong's personal interest (and the bet he lost to the Sorcerer Supreme).

"I have a feeling nothing I say will make you go back to the Tower?" he asked.

"Nope," you admitted. Loki only huffed with indifference, raising his chin high despite the thick scarf.

Wong nodded to himself, as if he (rightly so) didn't anticipate any other answer. "Alright, then I'll at least cast a small glamor spell onto him, so you don't—"

"Absolutely not!"

The mere thought of the barbaric, bland magic of this realm being thrown upon him, boiled Loki's blood. If only he could reach out to his own magic, he'd show this pathetic excuse of a sorcerer what it really meant to wield such force…

You nudged him in the ribs, hard. "He's kinda right, you know? You said it yourself—you're too recognizable."

Loki was at a loss for words, and Wong used that moment to cast the glamor with a quick invocation and trained move of his hands. It tickled, like a wet, slippery mist blown into Loki's face. He snapped his attention back to the sorcerer, baring his teeth, but Wong was already departing.

"It won't work on anyone who already knows you, but it should do fine against strangers. You two better not mess anything up," he said and disappeared into a portal before Loki could grab him by the throat. His hand closed on air where the sorcerer stood only seconds ago.

"I hate this world," he growled out, clenching his fist.

You patted his back soothingly. "I know, it's not the best sequence of events before a proper breakfast, but how about we finally go grab some? The place isn’t far."

Loki brushed his face with a hand, the wet feeling not gone, but there was nothing he could do about it without his magic. He once again looked at the damned bracelet fixed around his wrist with pure, unfiltered hatred.

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hollandspiderling · 5 years ago

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Homecoming Redemption || Part Two - The Asking

Summary: After everything that has happened to Peter, all he wanted was to have some sort of normalcy for his senior year. With the new school year finally underway, so far everything seems to be going to plan. He and his friends are trying to not let the effects of recent events get the best of them and everyone is moving forward. Now with the homecoming dance quickly approaching, what will Peter do once he realizes that he needs to find a date?

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Warnings: A rom-com series with a hint of angst. Swearing and underage drinking to come. Everyone is 18yrs old in this and all of the Avengers survived the blip. His identity is still a secret after defeating Mysterio because Peter deserves a break and time to breathe after everything he’s been through LOL

Word Count: ~4.6k

Author’s Note: Welp, I tried to write and schedule parts to be more on top of myself, but that was an epic fail. I wanted to focus on spending time with family and friends more during the holidays and preparations for finals sneaked up on me. The future parts will come when I am able to, but I hope this extra-long update makes up for it! I hope you all enjoy this update lovelies, xoxo Astrid. ❤

Teaser | Prologue | Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Every morning it was a routine for you and Peter to ride the subway to school together. This has always been the case ever since you transferred, and he became your tour guide for the ins and outs of the city as well as Midtown Tech. You’ve grown so accustomed to his presence every morning as he met you at his stop with two bagels and coffees in hand. The only times that you guys did have separate mornings were when you would meet with your council at the beginning of each week. So, it was an odd thing for you to wake up to a text from Peter saying that he wasn’t able to accompany you that Friday morning to class. You’d be lying to yourself if you weren’t disappointed by not having your daily dose of Peter’s morning rambling. It was always his upbeat personality that usually helps set your mood for the rest of the day. Because of how close your friendship was, he was the only person that managed to see the rare times where you’d let down your walls and become vulnerable with yourself. Whenever you stressed about upcoming projects, he’d always be the one to reassure that you had it in the bag and were worrying over nothing.

You sighed to yourself as you aimless watched the undergrounds of New York whizz past you as the subway train left Peter’s stop. It’s been a busy week for both of you for some reason. You knew Peter’s schedule by part so when he texted you that he was staying late the day before and not being able to come that morning piqued your interest. Peter would tell you everything so the vague answers he was giving you whenever you talked to him was picking at your mind. As much as you wanted to bug him about it, you knew you had to give him the space he needed because you trusted him. Whenever he was ready, he’d come tell you whether it was school or Avengers related, you’d wait until he was ready to talk to you.

Now with the last day of the school week ahead of you, you shook your head to clear your mind for the day. There was a lot to do and you needed to start making the spreadsheet and presentation for the homecoming court. As you stepped out of the subway, your eyes squinted from the bright, warm sunrays that were beaming down on you. Smiling to yourself, you took a moment to bask in the small moment you had with yourself. Nodding to yourself, you made your way towards Midtown and began to mentally go over your checklist.

Peter anxiously bit his lip as he paced back and forth in front of his locker. Everything that he planned for was finally happening and he was so nervous. He’s never done anything like this before and the fact that he asking you made it even more nerve-wracking. Some people might find it odd because his alter ego is Spiderman, but because of how much he wanted this to be perfect for you, he didn’t want anything to go wrong that day. It was hard to sleep the night before because of all the scenarios that popped into his head and he groaned, letting his head rest against the cold metal.

“I’ve never seen the school this empty before. Parker, you owe us coffee for having to wake up this early.”

His head snapped up and heard two people chuckle at his wide-eyed expression. Seeing who finally arrived, he smiled in relief.

“Y-Yeah of course. No worries, once all of this is done, I’ll get the coffee you want.” He said as Keila and MJ approached him with the big banner being held in MJ’s arms.

“Chill, Pete. There’s no reason to be worried, you gotta believe in yourself.” Keila smirked at him.

He nodded to their words as he rubbed his palms together and pursed his lips together.

“No yeah, you guys are right. I shouldn’t be worrying about it too much.”

“There you go Parker, that’s the confidence that we need. Also, nice change of vibes dude.” MJ complimented with a nod of acknowledgment.

Peter looked down to see what the boys helped him pick out to wear for the day. Kai had lent him a pair of black joggers and Ned helped him pick out a white shirt with a black graphic on it that wasn’t his typical science pun. Alex finished the outfit off with a denim jacket that he found in Peter’s closet when all of the boys came over after school.

“That’s all thanks to us, ladies.”

He looked behind him to see Alex and Kai coming up to them with beaming smiles. Kai had his hands behind his head as he leisurely walked up next to his twin sister and they high-fived each other. Alex slung his arm over Peter’s shoulders and encouragingly gave it a squeeze.

“Don’t worry Pete, Kai and I got everything covered for ya. We managed to get the boys of the team to distract Brad during lunch period. If that doesn’t work out, then Kai and I will handle everything ourselves, alright? All you need to do is concentrate on getting Stark as your date.” Alex smirked.

“Thanks guys, I know that you didn’t have to do all of this, but I appreciate it that all of you guys did.” Peter smiled.

“Oh, but you can’t forget about the best part.” Ned interjected as he came up to the group with Betty beside him as she held the basket containing all of your favorite snacks and small things that reminded him of you.

Everyone exchanged their hellos and with each other and Betty handed the basket over to Peter. She smiled at him and he gave her one back.

“Don’t worry Peter, we’ll be right behind you to support you. I’ll go hide the poster with the girls in the council room since it’s closest to the cafeteria. Alex and Kai will double check with the basketball team after second period and you’ll be scotch free to do your asking.” She reassured.

“Thanks Betty, it’s been a really nerve-wracking twelve hours.” He laughed.

“You’ll be fine Peter.” Ned confirmed as more students began to fill the empty halls.

“Is there anything else that you need from us, Peter?” Kai asked.

Peter shook his head and smiled at them as his grip on the basket tightened. “No, not necessarily. Having your support with me right now before everything else has been the most reassuring.”

“We’re glad to be of help for the greater cause.” Alex joked as he playfully wriggled his eyebrows.

Everyone rolled his eyes and Keila clapped her hands together. They all looked at her and she pointed at the clock. “As much as I would love to continue our conversation of hyping Peter up, it’s almost time for her to get here so let's all disperse so she doesn’t grow suspicious.”

Peter waved at them as he turned towards his locker and began to enter his combination. He hoped with his entire being that everything goes well that day. Grabbing the empty duffel bag, he had from his gym class, he put the basket in it and hung his backpack onto his locker. A soft smile crept onto his face as his eyes landed on the bouquet, he bought from the flower shop next to Delmar’s. Gently putting it into the duffel bag as well, he took in a deep breath and mentally began to reassure himself that nothing was going to ruin what he was going to do for you.

You raised an eyebrow to yourself as you noticed a huge crowd forming around the entrance of Midtown and tilted your head. Nothing was happening for the student body, so with curiosity, you began to head over towards the crowd. Some people in the back noticed that you were there and began to shuffle away. Murmurs of your presence spread through the crowd as excited whispers began to surround you and you had a feeling of what was happening. With a sigh, you began to rub your temples because it was too early to be dealing with this. Cautiously, you ascended up the stairs and your eyes landed on the group of boys holding out a poster.

The expression on your face flattened as you read what it said, and you mentally wanted to kill yourself. Rumors of Brad asking you to Homecoming was floating around for the past week and you decided to filter any idea of that actually happening out of your head. You could agree that he certainly did improve looks-wise after the blip, but that added another level of cockiness towards him which didn’t really appeal to you. The poster was decked out in red and gold letters saying, “I may not be a genius billionaire playboy philanthropist, but I could be your date to homecoming?”

Girls in the crowd were gushing at how cute the gesture was as you plastered a fake smile on your face. You met eyes with Brad, and you could just feel the sense of pride and cockiness radiating off of him. If anyone knew you, they should know that anything that is affiliated with your uncle was off-limits and seeing how that was the first miss for him, you weren’t sure what else he had planned for you. You were pretty sure that all his smarts went out the door when he realized how hot he was and only put his energy towards getting girls.

“Brad…what is all this?” you asked as you tentatively eyed him once you stopped in front of him.

Crossing your arms over your shoulder and shifting your weight onto one of your legs, you waited for him to respond. He grinned down at you and one of his teammates passed a bouquet of flowers towards him to pass to you. You raised an eyebrow and looked at the bouquet. You accepted it from him and internally groaned. No one knew this except for Peter, but you were allergic to daisies. There were baby ones accompanying pink lilies within the bouquet.

“Thanks Brad, but I’m allergic to daisies.” You muttered.

He grimaced and said, “I was planning on giving you roses, but the market by my apartment ran out of them when I bought them last night. I can take those back from you if you’d like.”

You shook your head and he nodded in understanding. He readjusted his position and smiled down at you. “Well despite the flower mix up, I do hope that you know what I’m about to ask you.”

Nodding along to his words, you scanned the area to see that the council had joined in the back and confusion spread throughout your being when you noticed their expressions. That was something you had to address later, and you filtered it into the back of your mind. Turning your attention back to Brad, you continued listening to him.

“Y/N, will you be my date to homecoming? You’re the smartest and most gorgeous girl I know, and it would be an honor of mine to take you to this year’s dance.”

With all these people watching, you mentally grimaced as you didn’t want to publicly humiliate him in front of half of the student body. Despite having a huge dislike for all that was happening, you swallowed your pride for the time being and gave him a tight-lipped smile. You gave him a small nod and he beamed widely as everyone began to cheer for you guys. Before he could completely celebrate, you dropped your façade as people slowly dispersed to leave you guys alone. You stuffed the bouquet into your backpack to throw away later and closed your eyes as you felt a headache coming.

“What’s wrong, L/N?” Brad asked.

“Brad, we need to talk.” You sighed.

Peter sighed to himself as he heard the first bell ring and half of the class filed into his first period. He lifted his head off of his arms from the power nap he decided to make and cussed to himself when he noticed that Flash was making his way towards him.

“Penis Parker!” Flash obnoxiously greeted as he sat on the empty desk next to him.

“Flash.” Peter greeted.

“What’s got you panties twisted, Parker? Is it because of what happened just now?” He cheekily asked.

Peter gave him a confused look and Flash’s eyes widened. “Wait, you didn’t see what happened at the front of the school?”

Rolling his eyes, Peter shook his head in response and turned his attention towards getting his materials out for class. He heard Flash laugh out loud and settled down into his assigned seat that was in the row in front of him and across to his left. Peter watched as Flash turned around to face him and smirked.

“Brad asked Y/N to the dance and she said yes.”

Peter’s eyes widened and he could feel his heart drop to his stomach. There was no way that happened because his group made sure about it. Taking his phone out while their teacher began to take attendance and Flash flipped him off, Peter hurriedly checked his notifications to see that everyone was trying to get a hold of him. He mentally kicked himself for being stupid enough on leaving his phone on do not disturb out of all times and buried his head into his arms. This was not part of his plan and now he lost his chance. Sighing to himself, the rush of thoughts began to move faster than he could comprehend.

Rather than being happy and nervous, the negative emotions he was feeling was getting the best of him. Thoughts of how you were alone and probably grew somewhat closer to Brad when he was gone began to fill his head. Maybe Brad was the guy that you were referring to yesterday and he was always and will only be your best friend. There was still that weight of leaving you alone without meaning to when Thanos happened and both of you spent the majority of your time in Europe trying to get back into the gist of things. You were so patient with him and helped him figure out his problems during Mysterio but he realized that he wasn’t really been paying attention towards you more than he should have. If he did, then maybe he would have had a better chance with you.

The familiar heavy feeling filled his chest as Peter felt his muscles tensing and the shortness of his breath began to overwhelm him. Shaking his leg, Peter leaned against his seat and tightly gripped his desk as he tried his best to concentrate on what his teacher was teaching them for the day. Instead, most of his hidden insecurities got the best of him and his mind spiraled more into the negativity that was spreading throughout his body. It was slowly becoming too much for him and before, he would have cared about his attendance in class. That went out the window when he chose to become Spiderman and that was the only option Peter saw at that moment that was going to help him calm down.

With an anxiously raised hand, he waited for his teacher to call on him.

“Yes, Mr. Parker?” His English teacher asked.

“Can I go to the infirmary; I don’t feel so well.”

She nodded and let him go once she noticed his pale complexion and Peter hurriedly grabbed his things. As much as he would have loved to look forward to his original plans, right now he needed to ground himself. Peter made his way towards his locker and hurriedly grabbed the things he prepared for you. A sad feeling came over him and he made his way towards the nearest trashcan. Opening the bag and grabbing the bouquet he bought you, Peter thought he was ready to throw it away. But as his hand hovered over the trash bin, he sighed. Putting the bouquet back in its place, he sullenly slung the bag over his shoulders and made his way out of school. He didn’t want to see you and Brad together so Peter decided to go to the one place he knew that would help keep him at a better place.

You bit your bottom lip as you eyed your phone as the minutes of the clock ticked down towards the end of your last class of the day. There was something off that day despite having an allergic reaction for most of the time. Peter had been missing all day and it wasn’t sitting right with you since he wasn’t answering his phone either. That was something out of the ordinary and once the bell rang, you were going to get to the bottom of this situation. Once the bell rang, you gathered your things and bit your bottom lip as you hurriedly made your way to your locker. Your friends had told you that they weren’t sure where Peter disappeared off to since they saw him that morning, but you couldn’t pinpoint what could have triggered him to leave.

As you grabbed your stuff that you needed for the weekend, you thought of all the places he could be. You already contacted F.R.I.D.A.Y and was notified that he hadn’t gone to the compound. Aunt May said that he hadn’t stopped by the apartment when you texted her during your lunch break and everyone else wasn’t sure where he could be. Sighing to yourself, you hoped that wherever Peter was, that he was okay.

“You okay?”

You jumped out of your thoughts when you looked behind you to find the girls standing around you. Giving them a small smile, you nodded and closed your locker after throwing the last book you needed into your bag.

“Yeah, I’m just worried about Peter…he hasn’t responded to me all day.”

The girls looked at each other as you looked at your phone once more. You felt yourself frown as you saw that there were no new notifications on your phone and ruffled your hair.

“I think I might know why…” Betty said sheepishly.

You raised an eyebrow at her and noticed that all of the girls had the same look on their face. Betty shifted around and said, “I think it’s because I heard Flash confronted him and said something that set him off.”

Hearing Flash’s name made you roll your eyes and facepalmed yourself. Flash was an idiot and knowing how his dynamic worked with Peter, that guy knew exactly how to push his buttons. What didn’t settle with you, was the fact that Peter actually let his words get the best of him. Usually Flash was just an annoying asshole that everyone would just brush off, despite the rare good interactions he had with anyone.

“Well, looks like I have someone’s ass to beat then.” You huffed as you determinedly cracked your knuckles and began your mission to find him.

“Ah, ah, ah not so fast homegirl. I think finding Peter would be more important than that.” MJ coaxed as you felt her and Keila hold you back from hurting Flash.

The other girls laughed as they saw you pout at MJ’s words. “But it’s Flash!” you whined.

“Even if it’s Flash, you’ve been worried about Peter the entire day so I think you can save kicking his ass another day.” Keila chuckled.

“Ugh, I guess you’re right…I just don’t know where he could be.”

“If Peter was triggered by something, maybe he went home?” Betty suggested.

You shook your head and said, “I’ve already checked the compound and his apartment. He hasn’t been answering any of my texts either.”

“Maybe he needed to be in a happy place. Do you know any places that he’d hide at?” MJ asked.

You racked your brain for any ideas and one place popped up in mind. A groan escaped your lips as you slapped your forehead.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid. Why didn’t I think of that before?” you said to yourself as you hurriedly hugged the girls and ran towards the exit.

“Thanks for helping me guys! I’ll let you know what happens.”

You hoped that Peter was still at the only place the two of you promised to be at if the other one didn’t want to be found by anyone else.

The bell of the café rang as you entered the small establishment. Soft jazz music filled the air as you scrunched your nose and scanned the place. ‘Oh thank god…’ You smiled to yourself as you spotted the familiar curls nestled on top of his arms. Shaking your head, you quickly ordered your usual drink at the place and quietly slid into the booth Peter was taking a nap at. You set your chin on top of your palm and your facial expression softened. Without thinking, your hand reached out and began to play with his curls.

You felt him move underneath your touch and he sleepily blinked his eyes open. A chuckle escaped your lips as you waited for him to figure out that you were in front of him. He slowly moved into a sitting position and ran a hand through his hair, looking around the café. It was a habit of his to be slightly sluggish when he just wakes up and you cleared your throat to let him know you were there. His eyes widened and he straightened up in his seat.

“Y/N? W-What are you doing here?” he asked.

You gazed at him as he searched your gaze and replied, “You didn’t answer me all day, I was getting worried.”

His eyebrows furrowed as he grabbed his phone out of his backpack and he sheepishly smiled. “Sorry, Y/N I accidentally forgot to take it off do not disturb.”

You laughed and thanked the waiter that brought your coffee. Taking a sip of the warm drink, you gave him a look of concern and he shifted his eyes towards the rest of the café. He played with one of the edges of his notebook that was in between you two and you knew he was hiding something from you.

“Pete…what’s wrong? I need you to talk to me.”

He shook his head and looked down as he held his hands together in front of him. “It’s nothing, really. I just overreacted over something little and it led to getting overwhelmed with everything.”

You sighed as you set your cup down and reached over to grab his hand. He looked up at you in surprise but felt himself relaxing underneath your comforting touch. You silently asked him again with a look and he tapped your hands. Taking that as a sign, you leaned back into your seat to give him his space.

“I’ll tell you when I’m ready, but for now as a distraction, tell me about your day. I heard from Ned that you got asked to homecoming and you said yes.”

You choked on your drink and laughed. Peter looked at you with wide eyes as you paused to look at him once more and laughed. “Oh Pete, I only said yes because I didn’t want to humiliate the poor guy in front of the whole school. The way he asked was horrible.”

He gave you a questioning look and you tucked some of your hair behind your ear. “It was disastrous, Peter. Brad bought me a bouquet with daisies, of all flowers. Are you kidding me? I had to suffer from my allergies for the first half of the day and he had the audacity to quote my uncle as a way to ask me to homecoming. It was atrocious.”

You laughed so hard that you accidentally let out a snort. Peter laughed at the bewildered look in your eyes and he smiled back for the first time since you arrived.

“Wow, I-I didn’t expect that it was going to be that bad.” He replied and smiled to himself.

“It was, I wish you were there to see it, Pete. You would’ve seen through the bullshit façade I was putting in front of him. Ugh Pete, I wish you were there today in general. It would’ve been great to just have you by my side today.” You sighed.

He gave you a smile and laughed to himself. Without you knowing, you were giving him the reassurance that he needed. The tension that held within his body was finally being let go as he listened to your day and admired the expressions you showed while sharing what you’ve gone through. His eyes traveled to the duffel bag that was beside him and he contemplated whether or not he should just do it right then and there.

“Peter, what’s in the bag you have right there?” you asked as you noticed his gaze shift towards it.

He stiffened up and Peter suddenly began to grow nervous. You watched as he fidgeted with his fingers and you reached out to give him a reassuring squeeze. Watching as he took in a deep breath, you waited for him to say what’s been on his mind.

“Wouldyouliketogotohomecomingwithme?” he asked really quickly.

You smiled to yourself as you processed what he had just asked you and Peter kept his eyes shut, afraid of rejection. Without trying to give it away, you bit your lip and tried to be as silent as you could.

“C’mon, Y/N…you can’t leave a guy hanging like this.” Peter said as he peeped through one eye.

A giggle escaped your lips as you shrugged, and Peter sighed. He grabbed the bouquet out of the bag and passed it over to you.

“Hopefully this helps settle your answer.” Peter continued and kept looking at you in anticipation.

You felt your cheeks heat up and emotions take over you because of the certain flowers that he got you. Roses were always your favorite because they were your mother’s favorite and sunflowers were another one you loved because your mom had always called you her sunflower.

“Aw Pete…you didn’t have to…” you murmured as you hugged the bouquet to yourself.

He smiled at your expression and sighed in relief. “This wasn’t how I originally planned it, but I’m glad it all worked out in the end.”

Hearing his words, your head snapped up and you asked, “You were planning on asking me?!”

Peter nodded as he rubbed the back of his neck and grabbed the basket before sliding it towards you.

“I was supposed to do this big asking at lunch period, but Flash told me what happened this morning and I didn’t know what to do with myself. I told you that I was overreacting…”

“Oh Pete, it’s Flash. He can go suck it for all I care, and you know better than that.”

“I know, I know…I just-I don’t know what came over me.”

“It’s okay Pete, but to answer your first question, I would love to go to the dance with you.”

You smiled at him before getting up from your seat and leaned over to kiss his cheek. His eyes widened when he felt your lips on his skin and looked up at you as you leaned back into your set. A wide smile came onto his face as he watched you hugged your basket excitedly.

“So, Peter Benjamin Parker, shall we head back to your apartment and devour all of these snacks together?”

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rainy--dayys · 5 years ago

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I never loved you - Peter Parker x Reader

Prompt: You and Peter have been dating for a while now and everything’s going great, or so you thought.

Words: 1089

Warning: Angst with fluffy memories, not at all proof read, Mysterio never reveal Peter’s identity because we live in a little place called denial.

A/N: I have written something very similar to this a long long time ago and don’t think I did it justice, hopefully this makes up for it! I have a part 2 in mind but don’t wanna post it if this part sucks hahah so let me know!

“I-I can’t do this anymore (Y/N).” he bursts out, breaking the silence and effectively also my heart because nothing good ever follows those five unforgiving words. “Can’t do what Petey?”

Peter and I had been sat atop my apartment complex building, myself reading and Peter in his Spidey suit after a long night of patrol. We had been sat in silence for the last half-an-hour, myself wrapped in a blanked and reading my favourite novel and then there’s Peter who could not sit any further away from me, awkwardly playing with his mask as if searching for the right words to say. I figured he didn’t curl into me like normal because he was kinda dirty after patrolling but I’m starting to think otherwise.

There’s an unnerving pause which causes my already relentlessly beating heart to kick it up to alarming levels. I’m looking Peter directly in the eyes and he is doing everything in his power to avoid mine.

“This okay, I just” a loud, audible sigh can be heard over the bustle of the city bellow, “I never wanted to hurt you and I-I never meant to drag you into my mess and take it this far.”

One of the things I love about my Peter is that when he’s nervous he takes his calloused fingers and runs them through his gorgeous locks. Not loving that trait so much at the moment as he tugs at his hair in frustration.

“Take what too far Peter? You’re starting to scare me.” I don’t get what’s happening. One minute we’re enjoying a beautiful vacation, minus all the disaster and backstabbing, and the next he’s breaking up with me.

Not my Peter.

He wouldn’t do that, would he?

I turned my body to fully face him, watching as he stood up and then paced back and forth, running his hands through his hair and looking as though he’s having an inner war with himself.

“I never loved you okay?” he blurted out, eyes wide and almost shocked that he even said it out loud, “I never loved you”.

There it is, the imminent heartbreak. White noise rings in my ears as those words run over and over in my head, I never loved you I never loved you I never loved you. Tears breakthrough the ducts and torrent their way down my cheeks and onto the book in front of me.

The only thing I can think of is that this is some form of sick joke, a dream maybe? So, as I watch peter avoid looking in my direction, I pinch myself. I pinch and I pinch until I’m pretty certain I’ve drawn blood but I couldn’t care less if it means waking up from this awful nightmare.

“Stop playing around Petey, it isn’t funny.” The ideas of a dream fading away as reality sinks in.

“I’m not (Y/N), I really wish I was but-“

“I just don’t understand. Was it something I did? Something I said?” His head snaps up at my words as he stops pacing, brown eyes meeting my own for the first time, instead of love and admiration in those beautiful orbs, frustration and annoyance poured into my soul. I hadn’t realised but my feet had carried me towards him, now just meters apart.

“You don’t get it, do you? Its just you alright! I never wanted to be with you in the first place but, I pitied you. You pining over me and chasing after me like a lost dog, you looked stupid and I felt bad for you!”

I stumbled backwards, his words like knives in my heart, piercing it repeatedly. The original phrase that was once coursing through my thoughts is now replaced with every happy memory of Peter and I, labouring my breathing a clogging my thoughts.

Peter and I at the park, pushing each other on the swings. Peter and I at the zoo, cuddling koalas and petting kangaroos. Peter and I doing homework, giggling at poorly-timed jokes and falling asleep tangled in books.

All these memories are now tainted. Tainted by the thought that while we were at the park, Peter was faking his obnoxiously loud laugh to fool me. Tainted by the idea that when we were at the zoo, Peter wanted nothing more than to be anywhere but with me. Tainted by the knowledge that those countless study dates meant absolutely nothing to him.

Oh god, I can’t do this. I can’t breathe, this is all happening to fast.

“That’s not-I don’t-“

“Christ (Y/N) just stop trying to make sense of it and realise that I never cared about you.” He yelled angrily, clearly wanting me to get the hint and get this over with.

“I was lonely after Liz left and that’s it.”

“That’s it? Its over between us just like that?” I am now furious. How dare he try and shrug this whole situation off.

“You expect me to believe that my goofy, clumsy, lovable boyfriend who writes me adorable little notes in fourth period and recites cheesy pick up lines has never loved me?” Tears are now streaming down my face at a rapid pace and I don’t even try to hide it. He did this so he can look at the pain he’s caused me.

Silence. His mouth catching flies and eyes wide, shocked at my sudden turn in attitude.

“You’re telling me that our entire relationship is based on lies?” I am certain that the whole of Queens can hear this argument. The yelling, the pacing, the fact that Peter is literally dressed in a red and blue suit.

“Get it through you’re head (Y/N), I don’t love you and I never did. Don’t try and reach me, you aren’t worth my time.” Peter murmured the last part, barely audible but I heard it. Even the loud New York streets couldn’t mask the bitterness in his tone. With that, Peter put on his mask and swung away. I watched as his figure disappeared into the New York skyline.

I waited until he was definitely out of ear shot and completely broke down. Dropping to my knees and letting out an ear piecing cry, anguish and despair laced within it.

I stayed like that for what felt like hours, lying on the roof top and waiting to wake up from this nightmare I’m certainly living, pinching myself every so often as tears pool underneath me, Peters taxing words playing on repeat.

I never loved you I never loved you I never loved you.

A/N: Let me know what you think so I can make a part 2! :))

#peter parker #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #tom holland imagines #spiderman #spiderman imagines

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daresplaining · 5 years ago

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Hey, Idk if you know this but imma ask you anyway cause I think you’re cool. ANYWAY, how do other hero’s react when they find out Daredevil is blind? (You have any HC’s that go along with it?)

Hi, and thanks! I’m happy that running a comics blog is considered cool.

This doesn’t actually come up as much as you’d think, because this kind of revelation almost never starts with people discovering that Daredevil is blind. Matt is (mostly) good at pretending he can see while in costume, since that’s an illusion he feels the need to maintain. Instead, what usually happens is this: someone (a fellow hero or otherwise) will learn that Matt is Daredevil, they’ll assume he fakes the blindness, Matt will then explain about the hypersenses, and that will be that. Sometimes he’ll be asked to prove it, but not always.

[ID: Excerpt from Kesel’s Daredevil run. Matt and Foggy are standing together in an office. Foggy has his back to Matt (and the reader).]

Foggy: “Okay, Matt– you can stop pretending, now.”

Matt: “Foggy–?”

Foggy: “This whole ‘blind’ thing. I know you’re really Daredevil! Some ‘best friend’– lying to me all these years… playing me for a fool…”

Matt: “No, Foggy– you’re wrong! I thought you understood… I really am blind, from a childhood accident that heightened my remaining senses–”

Daredevil vol. 1 #353 by Karl Kesel, Cary Nord, and Christie Scheele

[ID: Daredevil and Karen Page are sitting together in a large, fancy, primarily green sitting room.]

Karen: “And, your brother ‘Mike’… the aerial explosion in which you ‘died’… even your ‘blindness’… they were all nothing but ingenious frauds!”

Matt: “Two out of three right, my darling! I never had a brother… and that explosion was trumped up to flush out a would-be blackmailer! But, I have been blind for years… perhaps in more ways than one!”

Karen: “Really blind? I don’t… understand…!”

Matt: “When you get down to brass tacks, Karen… neither do I! As Matt, I told you once about the childhood accident that blinded me! That story was true, but not the whole truth!”

[ID: A panel showing a montage of Daredevil doing cool acrobatic tricks against an orange background.]

Matt (off-panel): “For, in some mysterious way, the same mishap that robbed me of my sight… amazingly sharpened my remaining senses, to far beyond those of other men… enabling me to avoid disasters, and to perform athletic feats that few people even dream of! Taste… touch… smell… hearing… all my senses were heightened! Except perhaps for that secret ingredient called… common sense! Why else would I never have told you before… that I love you?”

Daredevil vol. 1 #58 by Roy Thomas and Gene Colan

[ID: Daredevil and Black Panther are swinging in tandem across the nighttime city.]

T’Challa: “DD… I know I promised no questions… but I have never comprehended how a blind attorney can battle crime with the best of them! –If you truly are blind, that is!”

Matt: “I am… but I’ve got some other super-senses that just won’t quit! Remind me to tell you about ‘em sometime!”

Daredevil vol. 1 #69 by Roy Thomas and Gene Colan

[ID: Daredevil and Spider-Man– who is in his black costume– are crouched on a rooftop, talking.]

Peter: “So… ‘Peter’, huh?”

Matt: “Yup. And in case you’re wondering, my handle is… Matt Murdock.”

Peter: “You’re kidding, right? I mean… Murdock’s blind… I mean… that is… uh, let’s go someplace and talk about this…”

[In the next panel they’re in Peter’s apartment, and in civvies. Matt is sitting on a chair, wearing a white shirt and blue pants. Peter is walking into the room, wearing a green shirt and blue pants.]

Matt: “Faintly acrid, but a nice apartment.”

Peter: “Boy, you really must be blind. And yeah, I had a fire recently. Let me understand– you could tell when you heard my heartbeat as Peter Parker and later as Spider-Man that we were the same guy? That’s some power. What do you call it?”

Matt: “Listening.”

Peter Parker, the Spectacular Spider-Man vol. 1 #110 by Peter David, Rich Buckler, and Bob Sharen

[ID: A panel of Luke Cage and Danny Rand– both in civvies– standing on a rooftop at night. They are looking up toward the viewer (at Daredevil, off-panel). Danny is holding up a newspaper.]

Luke: “You can put that down. He’s blind.”

Danny: “Oh, he really is blind. I thought he was pretending because of all the heat on him.”

Luke: “No, he’s really blind.”

Danny: “Oh.”

Daredevil vol. 2 #38 by Brian Michael Bendis, Manuel Gutierrez, and Matt Hollingsworth

These are just a few examples, but you get the idea. It’s very rare that someone figures out that Daredevil is blind without it being tied to a full-on secret identity reveal. The best example I can think of is this great moment from one of the Daredevil/Batman crossovers. Trust the World’s Greatest Detective to figure it out…

[ID: Daredevil and Batman are standing together on a rooftop at night.]

Bruce: “Let’s say you’re visually impaired. You favor your other modes of sensory input. A subtle inclination of your head when there’s a sound. An extremely slight flaring of your nostrils, probably indicating olfactory acuteness. You’re practiced– or possess sensory enhancements– making your powers of observation markedly proficient.”

Matt: “Thanks. Yours aren’t bad, either.”

Daredevil and Batman by D.G. Chichester, Scott McDaniel, and Gregory Wright

I love this because Matt’s blindness and powers would affect his body language, and I kind of wish that more characters– particularly those with combat expertise– would notice. As it stands, pretty much everyone who knows that Daredevil is blind also learns about his hypersenses immediately afterward, and since there’s always been a tendency for writers to allow Matt’s powers to get him out of situations that would generally require sight, his blindness doesn’t come up as much as I wish it would within the context of his actual hero work and team-ups. The little evidence available suggests that his fellow heroes are accommodating (we get little details, like the fact that the text on Matt’s Avengers ID card is written in braille) and they’re generally impressed by him, but they don’t make that big a deal of it. Sometimes they’ll forget he’s blind, but he is quick to remind them. In the wider context of the Marvel superhero community, a blind superhero isn’t that weird, no matter what Brainwashed Wolverine™ might claim:

[ID: Wolverine and Matt (in costume, but without his mask) are fighting in Matt’s apartment. Wolverine is slashing with his claws; Matt is trying to restrain him]

Logan: “Hands offa me, you blind freak!”

Matt: “This isn’t you that’s saying this. You have to fight it, Wolverine. You’ve just been reprogrammed.”

Logan (caption): “Listen to you, Murdock: talking like you’re some kinda super hero– Ever wonder why they didn’t ask you to join their fancy teams, big shot? Ever wonder why you always work alone? ‘Cuz you’re blind. Handicapped. Oughta hear the sick jokes they crack behind your back–”

Wolverine (2003) #24 by Mark Millar, John Romita, Jr., Paul Mounts

(This comes after a long rant about how Matt gets more dates than him. Brainwashed Wolverine™ was going through some stuff in this issue…)

One context in which Matt’s blindness does come up is in his interactions with other blind superheroes. In these cases, it usually serves as a source of bonding. Gerry Conway gives us this weird-yet-touching issue in which Matt encounters a blind hero from another dimension:

[ID: Daredevil is standing over a figure (Tagak), who is wearing a purple and orange skin-tight suit and a leopard-print mask that covers his whole head.]

Matt: “Now maybe I’ll get some answers! Like, number one… who you are… and number two… how you pretend to see– when you’re blind!”

Tagak: “How…?”

Matt: “Big clue: the way you hesitated just now… and let’s just say it takes one to know one!”

Tagak: “Then you…? It seems there is much to speak about, my friend!”

Daredevil vol. 1 #72 Gerry Conway and Gene Colan

Since Matt generally works so hard to hide his blindness while in costume, it’s notable that he shares this information with Tagak within minutes of meeting him– especially when he didn’t actually have to.

Here’s a more recent example, from after Matt has revealed his secret identity to the Inhuman superhero Reader:

[ID: A panel showing Reader sitting at a table, with Matt– in civvies and with his arm in a sling– standing next to the table.]

Reader: “Wait… are you really blind? Gotta admit, I kind of liked being on a team with another blind guy.”

Matt: “I’m really blind.”

Reader: “Then how…”

Matt: “You’ve got your tricks, Reader, I’ve got mine.”

Daredevil vol. 5 #609 by Charles Soule and Phil Noto

This example is a bit more complicated, since (spoiler alert) it’s all in Matt’s head, but 1. this conversation seems in-character for Reader anyway, and 2. the fact that Matt would want him to react this way is still significant.

And then there are the villains! One of my favorite examples of Matt’s blindness coming into play in his hero work is this great scene from Waid’s run, in which the Jester– having learned Matt’s secret identity but assuming that the blindness is just an act (as everyone does at first, see above)– sets a trap that is entirely vision-reliant…

[ID: Matt, in civvies, comes across a life-sized dummy of Foggy hanging from a noose. He perceives it in an unrecognizable form with his radar sense. This alternates with panels of the Jester, who is sitting in front of an array of computer screens and getting increasingly agitated.]

Matt (caption): “And what is this? A Jaycees haunted house? Who are you supposed to represent?”

Jester: “He’s staring right at it! Why– why isn’t he reacting?”

Matt (caption): “Real dead bodies have a distinct odor, Jester. This smells like foam rubber and latex. What were you trying to accomplish here? Fail.”

Jester: “React, damn you! That’s your best friend hanging from a noose! Anyone who’s ever seen Murdock in a fight knows the ‘blind lawyer’ gag is a put-on! Open your eyes!”

Daredevil vol. 3 #32 by Mark Waid, Chris Samnee, and Javier Rodriguez

I don’t really have headcanons as much as I have a wish to see more of this sort of thing in the source material itself (though I would love to hear other people’s headcanons, if they have some!). We’ve come a long way, in general, from the “Matt’s senses more than compensate for his blindness” attitude that plagued early (and some more recent, unfortunately) Daredevil comics, and Waid’s run in particular made great strides in this area, but I always feel like more can be done. I want Matt to hang out with more of the Marvel Universe’s other blind characters (there are a bunch of them!). I want his blindness to come up more often in his team-ups with sighted heroes. We’ve seen antagonists target his hypersenses, but I was surprised and a little disappointed that, back when his blindness was public knowledge, his rogues didn’t try to use that against him. On the other hand, we got awesome things like this during that period…

[ID: A panel showing Matt on the street, in civvies, signing an autograph for a blind kid with a service dog.]

Daredevil vol. 4 #11 by Mark Waid, Chris Samnee, and Matt Wilson

…which is another of the many reasons I’m sad it’s over, as Matt/Daredevil interacting more with the non-powered disabled community is another thing I want– including negotiating his identity as a superpowered disabled person.

There’s a tricky line that needs to be walked in handling this aspect of Matt’s character. In making his blindness too prominent, or too debilitating, there’s a risk of turning him into a caricature or making it seem like a burden rather than a simple fact of his existence. Matt is a complex character, and his sensory array is only one part of that complexity. But he is one of the most prominent blind characters in comics– if not media in general– and I still feel like there are a lot of stories surrounding this part of his identity that haven’t yet been told, in the context of both the civilian and superhero sides of his life.

#nightwing1536 #Daredevil #Matt Murdock #Asks #Sensory Shenanigans #Adventures in Continuity

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hellzyeahthewebwieldingavenger · 5 years ago

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Ghost-Spider #1 Thoughts

Since I enjoyed the Spider-Geddon aftermath issue of Ghost Spider and because seeing Spider-Gwen meet Earth 616 Jackal intrigued me I decided to check out the current story arc and...um...oh dear...

So confession. I dropped Spider-Gwen’s title after reading the issue that debuted Earth 65 Kraven. The moment I saw him with his stupid Hipster look I was like ‘Noooooooooooooooope’.

So consequently I missed out on such gems as Gwenom and other great ideas I’m sure were inspired by variant covers.

What I’m saying is I’m out of the loop and therefore any analysis I might be able to provide isn’t going to be that great because I’m literally lacking in information.

That all being said I also maintain what Stan the Man said once upon a time, every comic is someone’s first. That goes for issue #1s moreso than others!

So we come to this title.

Was it good.

From where I’m standing...no not really.

Okay so first of all the art is lovely, it really is. And the scene where George’s surprise party goes very wrong was really well paced out by the art, which sold the comedy very well!

As for other positives...um...the story remembered to address the fact that Gwen can’t just show up to Earth 616 and go to school there. The idea that Iron Man established a scholarship for extra terrestrial and extra terrestrial people fixes that problem...but it opens up a boatload of questions.

Is Gwen and fellow students from other dimensions like her stealing student places from people based in Earth 616?

Wouldn’t education standards vary wildly across dimensions? After all a lot of times when it comes to education it’s less how well you did as much as where you went (or sadly who you know). I mean I know people from my university, which was no slouch, who got great grades but were passed over for jobs by people with less impressive grades but from more prestigious universities. Is a grade from Oxford or Yale on Earth 616 worth as much on the job market as it is on Earth 65? It may well be that on Earth 65 (which we know has a different history to Earth 616 and isn’t necessarily a reflection of OUR real life world) ESU is regarded as a lesser school that’s easy to pass.

Wouldn’t the subject of allowing aliens and other dimensional people to attend schools on Earth 616 open up a HUGE political debate regarding immigration? Provided it was known to the government of course and it Tony was hiding it from them then isn’t that super unethical?

What about the potential for disease and illnesses that could be brought over from a dimension with a starkly different germ history to Earth 616?

Do Gwen’s fellow students get to know she’s a foreign student from another dimension?

Are such things REALLy so common place blasé in the 616 universe? Surely the norm is to acknowledge that aliens and such things exist but to suspend disbelief to allow life to go on as normal, but if people are just actually reacting realistically to something like this doesn’t that break down the verisimilitude of the Marvel universe?

If Gwen is attending school with the legal name of Gwen Stacy and LOOKS like Gwen Stacy wouldn’t that raise a shitton of problems for her because she looks JUST LIKE A DEAD WOMAN! I mean Gwen’s clone at least changed her name. Is ESU really not going to have records of that time one of their students was murdered on a bridge? Gwen’s death was public knowledge the Green Goblin boasted about it on TV and Ben Urich wrote a book on it!

All of which is academic because even if Gwen earns a college education on Earth 616...how is that going to help her in the long run?

Think about it, she might be taught skills and stuff that she could then use in any jobs she adopts. But having skills is sadly only half the battle when it comes to getting a job. Of equal or possibly greater value is having the PROOF you have those skills. Someone can be a brilliant self-taught nuclear engineer. But if they’ve not got a college diploma to prove it they aren’t getting a job.

How is a diploma from Earth 616 going to mean anything besides a piece of paper on Earth 65. There wouldn’t be any records proving she attended ESU and even if Gwen tells them that she earned the degree in another universe they’d only have her word for it, faking a piece of paper saying you graduated is easy! Even if they did believe her no one in authority on Earth 65 has the power to verify how legit or qualified Earth 616’s ESU is. It could be an online course for all they know. Not to mention do the residents of Earth 65 even know that travel between parallel universes is even a thing?

I’m sure a lot of 616 citizens are probably vaguely aware of that but on Earth 65 that isn’t necessarily the case because they’ve not had a long history of Skrull invasions!

It’s all just so contrived to just have Gwen situated in Earth 616 because that would boost her sales in theory.

Creatively it causes problems too.

Let’s put aside how it means subplots and supporting characters are going to have to be divided between two universes where their collision will be difficult if not impossible.

Let’s even put aside how being a public figure in Earth 65 whilst she spends a huge chunk of her time in another universe entirely puts Gwen’s Dad (who’s human and at risk from heart attacks) at HUGE risk!

What is really gained creatively from having Gwen on Earth 616 where she can interact with like 616 Peter, 616 MJ, 616 Miles?

Fanservice. Sure. I mean that’s why I’m reading this.

But creatively speaking it is just...impoverishing for everyone.

Let’s first look at this from the POV of the 616 residents.

Miles gets to potentially date Gwen more easily now. This is a bad thing. Miles is already too similar to Peter and whilst this dynamic might work in the animated movies (which are themselves an AU to the comics) in an ongoing Miles story having him literally dating a version of Spider-Man’s girlfriend is reductive. Not to mention it might be a bad idea to have him date a fellow super in general, it undermines his normalcy and relative normalcy is important to Spider-Heroes. In this case it wouldn’t even be dating a hero, it’d be dating a hero from another universe!

For Mary Jane it also undermines her normalcy too as well as undermining the weight of Gwen’s death in her life because a version of Gwen, is alive and well and capable of regularly interacting with her.

The same holds true but a thousand times more for Peter. Unless you quarantine off this series as ‘Spider-Gwen continuity’ any time Peter feels mournful over Gwen now is going to feel rather hollow because you know he is regularly chatty with Spider-Gwen and literally helped her get into the same school as him!

That’s another bad thing about the comic by the way. Isn’t being on record as helping an other dimensional version of his dead girlfriend going to seriously put the spotlight on Peter in a big way? Does he even have the clout to help her get into ESU given how he’s only recently returned there himself? And what was with the dialogue implying he works there? When did that happen? He attends school there but he’s not got a job there last I checked??????????????

Also...isn’t Peter like seriously waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too chill about Gwen? Remember how in the 1970s Clone Saga (the story this comic actively references) he was seriously shaken up when Gwen’s clone appeared? Remember when he had varying degrees of similar reactions EVERY time one of Gwen’s clones showed up, including when Spider-Gwen was impersonating one of Gwen’s clones in Clone Conspiracy?

Now he’s face to face with a living breathing version of Gwen Stacy who is arguably more real than any of those clones and he’s all smiles and meh. He doesn’t even think about it in the other titles! Like dude if Spider-Man came face to face with a living Gwen Stacy that would dwell on his mind somewhat!

Now let’s consider this from Gwen’s POV.

What does she gain from interacting on Earth 616?

Well she gets to be comparatively more normal than on her own Earth where she is a celebrity. Okay cool...couldn’t you just get to the same ends by mindwiping her identity from people on Earth 65? I mean we already did this with Peter Parker why is the integrity of Spider-Gwen’s narrative more precious?

She gets to interact with Earth 616 Jackal...which is really more interesting from the Jackal’s POV because does she even know who the hell Miles Warren is? It doesn’t seem like it based on this issue. I mean that’s why I’m reading this arc right now. Because seeing Miles Warren react to a living Gwen Stacy is an interesting idea to me. But why move the main character in this direction to do something interesting with a villain. Not even one of her own villains either, another character’s villain. Oh but Earth 65 Jackal is also doing stuff. Why is he even evil in her universe she’s not dead? Was he in love with Peter in her universe?

This basically applies to every villain and supporting character Gwen could bump into on Earth 616. Norman, Harry, Jameson, Curt Connors, Jill Stacy, etc.

The most interesting characters she could interact with from her POV are Peter and Mary Jane. But with Mary Jane you have to think the mileage doesn’t go much further than “Wow you are much nicer than my Earth’s Em Jay (who’s name has apparently changed now) who’s a total diva b-word!”.

And with Peter...well this issue already basically dispelled the drama from that. She regards him as a older friend but not a peer, not her Peter and someone she can chat to and fight crime with sometimes. That’s it really. There was more emotion and drama derived from that Conway backup story where she met the Goblin Peter back in Spider-Verse.

Meanwhile her own supporting cast and villains are very much left in the lurch. I mean the Man-Wolf is getting released on her Earth and I’m just like ‘so what she’s not even there right now!”

And like Peter and Miles this torpedoes the idea of Gwen being relatively normal. Juggling normal life problems with superhero problems flies out of the window when you are commuting between dimensions, one of which you are famously dead and the other of which you are just famous.

What else is there to talk about.

So Gwen’s costume is apparently composed of spiders but is also a symbiote...um...weird. in fairness maybe that’s addressed in older issues.

What’s weirder was the random giant rat...what was that even about?????????????

The only other positive I have to say about this issue was that at least it wasn’t as pretentious and not as obnoxiously zany as Latour’s run.

Finally...what was up with that opening page saying Gwen got her powers a few months ago??????

You telling me Gwen got her powers in high school, became famous as Spider-Gwen, Peter got crazy and turned himself into a lizard before dying, Gwen changed her world view, a campaign to capture her happened, she went to college, THEN Spider-Verse happened, THEN everything in volume 1 happened, THEN everything in Secret Wars happened, THEN everything in volume 2, Clone Conspiracy and Web Warriors happened (including the Spider Women crossover), then everything in volume 3 including Spider-Geddon happened and all this shit happened...in under a year?

What the fuck was everyone on speed or something that’s ridiculous!

I’m gonna pick up the next few issues but if they’re more of the same I hope the Jackal story wraps up sooner rather than later.

#Ghost-Spider #Spider-Gwen #Gwen Stacy #Spider-Man #Peter Parker #George Stacy #Captain Stacy #Spider-Verse #Spider-Geddon #Em Jay #the jackal #jackal #Miles Warren #Mary Jane Watson #Mary Jane Watson Parker #mj watson #mjwatsonedit

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thatoneshipperisme · 6 years ago

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Spideypool- Merry Christmas, Baby boy~

This was a Christmas Special from last year, I’m gonna drop it here! It was my first time writing proper smut, not random drabble. Don’t expect a lot from it, it’s pretty bad.

(18+ smut, fluffy at the start, then Peter gets hella horny)

The Avengers were all outside in the snow, messing around and having snowball fights.

Stephen and Tony were making snarky remarks about the snowman Bucky and Steve were making, saying it was lopsided and the middle snow chunk was too big, which it was, but it was one of the first few times they’d made a snowman, it’s been a while. Falcon was chatting to Bruce about new upgrades to his gear, and Clint and Natasha were having a very violent snowball fight, which had turned into ’who could bury the other person in the snow first.’ Natasha was winning. Meanwhile, Spider-Man was standing a small while away, out of earshot and danger from the violent tendencies of the two, having just returned from a month-long mission that morning. Almost immediately, his scarf that wasn’t really needed, blew off in a really strong gust of wind, so strong that it knocked over the already crumbling snowman.

The scarf was a present MJ had given to him for Christmas earlier that day so he went to chase it, it has landed in a bush down the side of the compound’s main building, a 3 minute run away from all his friends. He grabbed the scarf and wrapped it around his neck and started to stroll back to the rest of the gang when he heard the crunching of snow behind him. He turned around quickly, even though his spidey-sense didn't go off, and was met face-to-chest with the Merc with a Mouth. Deadpool slid back a bit so he could bend down and invade Spider-Man’s personal space further.

”Just the Spider I was looking for! Merry Christmas, baby boy~!” Deadpool said in the sweetest tone he could muster. He was up to something.

”Same to you, Pool! What’s up?” Spidey said, trying to hide the happiness in his voice. He was excited to see the merc, even though he supposedly should be afraid of him. Spider-Man and Deadpool have a good history together, and they often helped each other out when they could, and they have grown close. Close enough for Peter to reveal his identity to the other. But Wade is still anxious about his appearance, so they only know each other’s names to keep it fair. Spidey has seen small portions of Deadpool’s body and face, but only when he was regenerating, so he hasn't seen enough. Deadpool hasn't seen any of Peter’s face, maybe an eye, but he can’t remember. He has had multiple chances to sneak a peek, but he refuses to break the Super-Bro code. He has seen some of Peter's arms and legs, because of damage to his suit, but once again, nothing major.

”Nothin’ much, was just on my way past, decided to come and visit my favourite Avenger!”

Peter melted. He couldn't believe what just came out of Deadpool’s mouth. He lied. He couldn't like him that much, could he?

”Awww, T-thanks, Wade, Y-your too, too nice.” Peter was so glad he was wearing his mask, or Wade would have seen the intense amount of blood rushing to his face. He would honestly not be surprised if it showed through the mask, he was blushing that much. Wade wasn't unaffected by this, his heart always skips a beat when Peter uses his full name, and it always puts a smile on his face.

”Too nice? Well, shit. I better not dial it up anymore then.” Deadpool fake sulks as he dramatically spins around, walking away in slow motion, practically begging to be called after. This reveals the blue and red wrapped present he was holding behind his back.

”Wait, What’s that?” Peter says, playing into the joke.

”Oh, this? This was just a little something for you, but I’m ’too nice’, so I might just keep it.” He says, tipping the box from side to side slightly, rolling the contents inside the box around.

”Nonono, wait.” Peter scrambles, not thinking, his curiosity getting the better of him.

”Oh, I’m not nice enough now?” he teases, slowly wandering back towards Peter. ”Well, I better make up for that. Here, Petey.” He says, handing the box to the shorter male. Peter stares off into space for a second, awestruck by the nickname Wade has taken a liking to. Peter snaps back to reality and cautiously takes the box from the other’s gloved hands and slowly tears it open, holding it slightly away from his face, in case it explodes or something. Once he has the box unwrapped, he opens it slowly, pointing it away from his face, and at the merc, causing Wade to chuckle, knowing the reason. Once it doesn't explode after 3 seconds, he peers into the box and his eyes light up. Inside the box lays 15 small Spider-man Tsum Tsums, or what Peter likes to call them, ’Spider-Loaves.’ Peter immediately starts bouncing on the balls of his feet, showing how appreciative he is of the gift.

”I couldn't find these anywhere, where did you get these?!?” Peter squeaked, excitement very evident in his voice.

”There were a couple shops that sold some of them in Japan, so-”

”YOU WENT TO JAPAN FOR THESE?!?” Peter gasped. ”You went to Japan, for me?”

”Well, yeah. You sounded like you loved these, and I had nothing but potential gold cards on my plate, and Christmas was kinda close, so I went over there for an afternoon and swept the streets looking for them. They're from 3 different stores, that’s how hard they are to get.” Wade rambles, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand and mindlessly gesturing with the other.

”Wade, ” Peter mumbles, voice shaking slightly, tears threatened to spill, looking down at the small plushies. Wade’s smile falters a little, noticing the shakiness in the smaller man’s voice. ”Thank you.” He finishes, looking back up at Wade’s face, grin evident through his mask. Peter puts the lid back on the box, to stop the loaves from getting covered in the snow that started to fall. Wade’s smile returns and out of nowhere Peter closes the gap between the two, hugging Wade at almost full force, making sure not to crush his spine, but hard enough to get his point across.

”Woah! Baby boy, I’m glad you like em’, ”

”I don’t like them, Wade. I love them. Thank you so much.” Wade’s heart is soaring at this point, tears threatening to spill from his eyes, both from happiness and from the tightness of the hug.

”Well, I better let you get going, you did say you were on your way past, so you were going somewhere, right?” Peter questioned.

”Well... about that. I lied, I only came to see you. But if you want me to go-” Wade trails off, pointing over his shoulder with his thumb in the direction he came from.

”No! I mean, if you can stay, please do. I’d love for you to stay.” Peter stumbles over his words, wringing his hands. “A-and it’s really sweet of you, all of this.”

”It’s a pleasure for me to come to visit you, Petey, it's no problem. You do know I can't hang around the others though, right? So you’d have to hang with me here. It’d be kinda boring.” Wade’s happy, reassuring voice switches into one of concern and warning, reminding Peter that the other Avengers very much dislike Deadpool.

”Hanging around you is nothing short of a good time Wade. Don’t beat yourself up.” Peter half scolds, half reassures.

”Thanks, Baby boy,” Wade says, a sad smile on his face. Peter’s heart feels like it moves into his throat whenever that nickname arises, and, lucky for him, it seems to be Wade’s favourite name for Peter. Wade walks over to the building they were standing under when Peter notices a small detail. There’s a small bunch of Mistletoe hanging from Wade’s belt, partially hidden by a pouch on his left, just behind the point of his hip bone. He TOTALLY wasn't looking at Wade’s ass or anything. He probably has it from a party earlier today or something. Peter gets an idea. A bad idea, but an idea none the less. He jogs up on Wade’s left and tugs the Mistletoe slightly, and the loose knot comes undone. He switches the plant from his right hand to his left, and holds it in the same hand as his now most treasured possession and looks up at Wade, who wasn’t paying attention. Success. Now to put it to use.

Peter has recently come to terms with how he felt about guys, and he found out through Deadpool. He found out that he had fallen hard for the merc, and he hasn't regretted it for a second. He cared a lot and finding out that Wade would go to lengths that no-one else ever would to see him have even a spark of joy in his eyes like today was the push he needed to make a move. He loved Wade more than he loved any girl and that was weird at first, but not something unwelcomed. His thoughts were interrupted by the clunk of Wade’s katana holsters hitting the metal wall of the main building as he leant against it. Peter realized he could and should make his move now, so he walked up next to Wade and hooked the loop of small rope that held the Mistletoe around his finger and leant against the wall, his hand above his head, arm bent nonchalantly. Wade looked over in a confused manner and chuckled.

“Who’s that for?” Wade says between laughs, pointing to the Mistletoe. When Peter looks up at it, he realizes that he’s a bit too short, and the Mistletoe didn't reach over Deadpool’s head. Peter looks at the ground so intensely with embarrassment that he could melt the snow he was looking at. Peter felt Wade’s hand on his and looks back up, and Wade is now holding the Mistletoe high enough so it’s over both of their heads. ”That’s better, right? That’s what was meant to happen?” Deadpool asks with a smirk, slightly rubbing it in.

”Don’t tease me, Wade. I tried, okay?” Peter pouts, obviously joking.

”I know Baby boy. I was actually going to pull that trick-” He says, grabbing at his belt, where the Mistletoe was. ”You sneaky little Spider!” Wade gasps placing his hand on his chest dramatically, pulling a giggle from Peter.

”Okay, can we get to the purpose of that? I’m kinda getting impatient down here.” Peter manages to say, obviously nervous and embarrassed, while tying it to the jokes about his height from earlier.

”Wait, you're committing to the gag? You don't have to, yknow?” Deadpool says, hiding the nervousness in his voice Wade hates dealing with mushy feelings. He’s had a bad run with relationships, but he knew he actually loved Peter. He’s been pushing it away, but it got stronger. Even yellow and white started to love him more and more.

”I did it because I wanted to. Gotta commit. Unless you don’t want to, of course.” Peter says, slightly shrinking back, hoping he didn't ruin anything.

”No, Baby boy. I really want to, I just, I uhh-” Wade stumbles, trying to form a cohesive sentence.

”Wade. Yes or no. Or I’m kissing you through your damn mask.” Peter says, tugging his own mask up to his nose.

”Yeah, okay. Yes. Mhm.” Wade says, bending down to Peter’s height. Peter stands there, waiting for Wade to pull up his mask, and decides to say something after a good 10 seconds.

”Wade? Your mask.”

”Oh, oh, yeah. Could- Could you do it? I can’t do it myself, My hands are completely broken.” Wade says, obviously lying because his hands were quite visibly not broken and supporting his half squatting position by resting on his knees. But Peter complies. He pulls the mask up to his nose, taking all of his self-control to not pull it up further to see his eyes. His skin was so... Scarred. Peter thought he must be afraid of him thinking he’s disgusting, or revolting. His skin most likely felt so unique and Peter would have loved to touch Wade’s face, to hold his face and tell him he was beautiful a million times over. He still had his hand on Wade’s mask when the next words shocked him. ”Further. I know you want to. Tear off the band-aid now baby boy. Or don’t, I don't mind.” Wade said hesitantly. Peter slowly took off the rest of the mask, finding the rest of Wade’s face to be scarred like his chin and lips were. Wade slowly reopened his eyes to see Peter’s mask, and it’s lifeless eyes staring back at him.

”Not a pretty sight, I Kn-mMPH!” Wade’s self-depreciation was cut short when Peter tore off the rest of his mask, dropping both the box and the masks and tackled Wade to the ground in a forceful kiss, which Wade immediately responded to with kisses of his own. They were laying in the snow, making out like the world was going to explode if they stopped. It was a mess of clashing teeth and breathy noises, and it was perfect. Wade’s hand shot up to Peter’s hair, the other settled in the dip of Peter’s side, where his hand fit perfectly like it was made to fit there. Peter’s hands went straight to Wade’s face, cupping it in his hands, testing the grounds for how much he could touch. They eventually had to break apart for air, and they both started laughing.

”That was a bit violent, Baby boy.” Wade chuckled in a husky voice. Peter went silent and red rushed over his face. The nickname had worked a damn treat and Peter was a stuttering mess from how sensual Wade’s voice sounded and it made Peter quite excited. Wade felt Peter pressing onto his stomach through the spandex and leather and chuckled darkly. He could have fun with this, he was going to rile Peter up as much as possible. He didn't realize that Peter was going to do the same thing.

”I like it rough.” Peter whispered, making his voice more arousing.

”Oh, I’m glad, because I can do rough.” Wade responded in an equally sexy tone, running his middle finger up from the base of his spine to the middle of his back causing Peter to whine right in Wade’s ear.

”I’m hoping you’ll do me instead.” Peter responds, arousal present in his voice.

”I’m sick of the banter, what do you want me to do to you?” Wade practically growls into Peter’s ear, encouraging more dirty talk from the painfully hard other currently laying on top of him in the cold. The heater in Peter’s suit is keeping them both warm, as well as the tension between the two and body heat from Wade.

”I want to get out of the snow first.” Peter giggles, ruining the mood immediately.

”Good plan.” Wade agrees, and Peter chuckles. He sits up on Wade’s stomach, his ass rubbing against the tent in Wade’s suit, causing him to moan lowly and Peter’s dick twitches obediently in response, Peter following with a groan. ”This is going to be hard to work around,” Wade says, touching the tip of Peter’s clothed cock with his pointer finger, making him groan again.

”Mhm.” Peter hummed, biting his lip as to try and silence any embarrassing noises that would come out of his mouth. Peter stands up and sticks a hand out for Wade to take, and he pulls Wade up of the snow. You could almost see grass where they were laying because of the melting snow, and there were indents in the snow from where Peter’s knees were. They quickly covered their tracks by kicking the snow around, maybe kicking some at each other in the process, and that’s when Peter’s Spidey-Sense went off.

”Hide Wade,” Peter warns and hands Wade his box of Spider-Loaves. Wade runs behind the corner of the building and listens in, waiting for something to happen. The thrusters of the Iron-Man suit were heard and there was some chatter, and the thrusters faded away in the distance. Peter wandered around the corner in his mask and pulled it off.

”It was just Tony saying something about dinner,” Peter responded. ”I wasn't really listening, I was too busy trying to hide my boner.”

”Well, I know where to hide my boner.” Wade comments, wiggling his eyebrows. Well, where his eyebrows would be. Peter takes this moment to pull out the big guns, and walks close enough to Wade to press his rock hard erection into Wade’s thigh, and moan directly into his ear.

”Where? In my mouth? Or in my ass? Wherever you want it, you can put it, daddy.” Wade makes a choked noise in the back of his throat and his dick somehow gets harder at the younger male’s words.

”J-Jesus Baby boy, who taught you how to dirty talk?”

”The person who is most likely gonna fuck me tonight, and for life if you don’t. Better make your move.” Peter groans, rolling his hips into Wade’s leg, letting out a full-blown moan, letting his tongue roll out of his mouth slightly and leaning his cheek on Wade’s chest. Wade grabs Peter’s ass with a death grip and his dominant side kicks in.

”This here, this is mine, no one else owns this ass, got it baby boy?” Peter moans and bucks his hips into Wade’s leg again as approval, Wade dragging the smaller man’s hips in the opposite direction, slowing down the thrust to a grind, causing a whine to slip from Peter’s lips.

”Y-yes daddy.” Peter complies with a small moan. ”But can we go to your place? I live here, and everyone is in that building.”

”Can do Baby boy.” Wade cooes as he lets off his grip on Spidey’s ass, but keeping one hand there resting protectively, as to say ’Mine.’ Peter takes notice of this of course and thinks to himself about how protective and jealous he got about this nonexistent person who was gonna steal him away. If it were to happen literally, it would technically be him jerking it, cause he did it subconsciously while pleasuring himself one night.

TIME SKIP I JUST WANT THEM TO BONE

They reached Wade’s apartment, and he prepared for the best, so he cleaned his apartment before leaving to see Peter. Peter was getting antsy on the trip back, so there was no surprise that as soon as the door shut, Peter and Wade were all over each other, Peter led the kiss and Wade led the way to the bed. Once they were in the bedroom, Wade took charge. He pinned Peter to the wall and stripped him and himself down to the waist. Their bare chests gliding together, aided by a thin layer of sweat. Peter was breathing heavily, hard and begging for some friction between the two, and Wade wanted to tease, make him beg. Beg for release.

”Use your words, Baby boy,” Wade commands in between leaving hickies.

”A-ah, please, I need you, anywhere, everywhere. Take me, I’m yours! Ah, ” Peter pleads, and God if Wade wasn't hard before he was now. Painfully so.

”God Peter, I adore when you talk dirty, let's start with something tame. Knees.” Wade commands, and Peter obeys, dropping to his knees with a thud. Peter autopilots to the zipper, seeing enough gay porn to know what to do. He’s never done this with a person before but has done it on and with many toys. What he wasn't expecting was Wade’s size. Wade was bigger than Peter by a long shot, and bigger than any of his toys he could handle with his mouth by a landslide.

”Intimidating, I know. Take it slow.” Wade reassures, reading Peter’s mind. Peter takes the tip into his mouth and swallows around it, earning a low growl in response from Wade. He goes down about 4 inches before gagging, he hasn't done this in a while. He bobs his head up and down, slowly making 5 and working the other 4 with his hand. Wade is making low noises and small unintelligible praises, giving Peter the courage to go faster. He makes 5 1/2 before he’s reached his limit. He pulls off with an obscene pop and open mouth pants, using both hands, resting the tip on his tongue while he catches his breath. He flicks his tongue over the head and Wade tries to suppress a moan.

”Does it feel good?” Peter asks, genuinely curious. He hasn't been able to get feedback before, so he took this opportunity to.

”So, -hah- good, Baby, -hah- baby boy, ” Wade looks down and almost finishes from the sight. The doe-eyed male kneeling at his feet, hard beyond belief, hair messy, lips swollen, with his dick in his mouth. He had been dreaming of this for a while. Every now and then, Peter would dive over half way down and rip a loud moan out of Wade, catching him off guard. He would bob up and down for 2 minutes then back off with the dirtiest sound that you could imagine. He would sit there, teasing you, and dive back down after catching his breath. Once he got a rhythm down, he began palming himself through the bottom half of his suit and he would moan around Wade’s cock, and that sent shivers up his spine. He also started doing some kind of magic with his tongue at one point. A specific moan sent Wade barreling over the edge and he came down the younger man's wrecked throat, moaning, cursing and praising all at once.

”Fuck, Baby boy, I- hhh- God so good for me- I'm gonna, Pete, I-I-I I-haHHnnngh!” Wade grabbed onto the closest piece of furniture, which was a chest of drawers, and he gripped so hard when he came he almost put his fingers through the wood. When he opened his eyes, he saw the image that he will never forget. Peter was sitting back on his heels, licking the escaping juices from his mouth and hands, cleaning himself up.

”Fu-uck, Baby boy, a-are you g-good?” Peter just looked up at Wade and licked his lips, clearing them of any amount of cum that escapes, and let out a small moan at the taste. Wade's spent dick was already feeling up to a round two, and Peter had finished cleaning himself up with a shirt Wade pulled out of the drawers he almost destroyed.

”C-can you help me now, daddy?” Peter almost pleads, standing up shakily.

”Absolutely, baby boy,” Wade says as he pushes Peter onto the bed. Wade leans over Peter and kisses him like he means it. Sweet and calming. Peter is starting to try and gain friction, so Wade slides down Peter’s body, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake. He gets to Peter’s waistband and pulls his suit pants and boxers down, and lets his member spring free. Wade immediately licks from base to tip and takes all 6 inches into his mouth at once. Peter bucks his hips and lets out an embarrassingly loud moan, and immediately covers his mouth afterwards.

”Be as loud as you want Petey, I wanna hear you scream my name.” Wade says voice glazed in arousal. Peter shivered at the commanding voice and complied, removing the hand from his mouth and immediately after, Wade rapidly starts bobbing his head, working his tongue into the mix, but not enough to make Peter cum. Wade waits until Peter is on the brink and then he pulls off, stalling, teasing.

”You didn't scream my name like I asked. So you will be punished.” Wade says, and gets off the bed, and strips the rest of the way. This was enough time for Peter to come down off his high and watched in anticipation and Wade grabbed the lube from a draw in the bedside table. He flashed a condom at Peter with a questioning look and Peter shook his head, so Wade shrugged and threw it back in the drawer. It didn't click as to why they would have needed one, but they were both clean, Wade can't get infected with anything cause of his super healing and Peter is just super cautious about that stuff. Wade mentioned it on one of their adventures so that was in the back of his mind. Wade motioned for Peter to roll over and Peter complied, and Wade had gotten ready while Peter wasn't paying attention. 1 finger slid in with ease, 2 was a bit of pain, 3 wasn't too bad since Wade prepped for a bit longer. 4 was agony, and then, once I got used to it, Wade removed his hand and replaced it with his dick.

”Talk dirty baby boy. You never answered my question by the way. What do you want me to do to you?” Wade groaned into Peter’s ear as he eased in, it hurt a little, but it was bearable. Once Peter could get some of his mind back, he realized Wade could bottom out almost painlessly, so he rolled his hips forward and bucked back to give the sign for Wade to move. Wade reminded Peter that there was a question to be answered. He slowed down to let Peter speak but changed from easing, constant, almost seemingly loving thrusts to even, sharp, hard slams into his tight ass.

”Baby boy, I’m gonna ask one last time, what would you like for me to do to you?”

Wade asked, face right next to Peter’s ear. Peter responded the best he could while being rammed in the ass by Wade.

”Fuck me until I can't walk, -nngh-Fill me up so I can feel you for -hah- days, Go round after round until I -nnh- pass out, let me make you cum so hard you -ah- see white. Let me pleasure you like -mmh- you pleasure me. Paint my insides white, bottom out in-ghh-side me, feed me until I’m -hAH- full and then some, let me swallow some of you, -Uhn- suck you off till you cum down my throat, pin me to the wall, let me -Ah- ride you, tie me up, pin me -hnngh- down, anything, please Wade. Please Daddy-hng-”

”Pete, fuck. Yeah, yeah, I can do most of those, shit.” Wade said, breathlessly, taking in the sight and words that Peter was giving him. The reality of the situation hit him like a metal baseball bat swung by the Hulk. His dick was fully buried in Spider-Man’s ass, both of them unmasked and out of suit, Peter begging for Wade to bend him over and fuck him in every way imaginable and then some. Wade almost came from the realisation but did the second best thing he could do instead. He let out an embarrassingly loud moan and sped up, Peter now clambering for purchase in the sheets, a moaning panting mess. His face was a deep red, and Wade’s was too. Peter had his tongue out of his mouth, open-mouth panting like a dog. Wade had tunnel vision on Peter, he was the only thing that mattered right now. Peter was getting dangerously close to the edge, the familiar warm fire in his stomach returning from earlier, but way more intense. This was the most aroused and pleasured Peter had ever felt, and he thought he might explode. He was barely making sounds anymore, just high pitched squeaks when Wade slammed in.

”Fuck- I’m close, baby boy.” Wade warned, and Peter just nodded in response, since his throat was dry and wrecked both from Wade’s cock and from moaning so much. Wade pulled his hips all the way back, and slammed the entirety of his dick back into Peter at once, grazing his prostate at the same time, tearing a strangled moan from both of the men as they came together, making a mess of Peter and the bedsheets below. ”W-Wade! Oh fuck, -hah- -mmmnh-” Peter moaned, almost passing out from the pleasure, feeling dizzy after so intensely finishing.

”Are you okay baby boy? You sound absolutely wrecked.” Wade says, collecting some of Peter’s cum on his hand from the bedsheets that were far from salvageable, curious as to how he tastes. After Peter gets his breath back, Wade slowly pulls out, a pained groan being shared between the two, both obviously overstimulated. Peter’s hips connect with the bed after seemingly a year. Wade had gotten up and went to the bathroom to clean himself up, and after he finished he came back in with a towel and grabbed two pairs of boxers from the damaged chest of drawers. He knelt down on the bed and started to clean Peter up, kissing him, filling the exchange with love and care, even though Peter could no longer feel his legs. Wade threw the towel somewhere in the room once he was done, looking over at a dazed Peter, and he never noticed how amazing Peter looked. His curly locks were in his half-lidded hazel eyes, and his lips were slightly parted, looking very kissable. His neck and collarbones were littered with purple bruises, and he was quite muscular.

”S-stop staring, Wade. You're making me body conscious.” Peter snickered, looking into Wade’s eyes and immediately got lost in them. They were the most beautiful and enticing shade of blue, and looking into them made him feel safe. There were so many emotions swirling around in them, most he couldn't recognize.

”I’d have to say the same thing to you, baby boy.” Wade teases, tapping Peter’s nose with his finger. Peter snapped out of his trance and flung his arms around Wade’s neck, dragging him into a warm kiss. The kiss wasn't needy or desperate like their first one, it was calculated and loving, warm. They wouldn't have had their first kiss any other way though. Once they broke apart the kiss, Wade dropped himself onto the bed next to Peter, engulfing him in a hug, pulling him to his chest and entangling their legs, revelling in the combined body warmth. Wade sighed contently and let his eyes slide closed, Peter trying to cuddle closer.

”Merry Christmas, Wade. I love you.” Peter slurred, half asleep already.

”Love you too Baby Boy, goodnight.”

#spideypool #wade wilson #deadpool #peter parker #spiderman #spideypool smut #crappy witing im so sorry guys i can do better #i promise

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[Rewrite] The 6 Months Peter Parker was Dead Chapter 1

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Summary; Peter is forced to fake his own death to save the lives of his fathers, as well as his boyfriend Wade and the rest of the Avengers. Now living as his secret identity of Spider-Man, he must cope with the pain he's causing his friends and family, while adjusting to the lonely life of a full-time hero. It's not easy when his decision keeps finding ways to haunt him, and it seems his identity is even harder to hide when he's 'dead.'

“Peter, please. Just look at me. You don’t want to do this. You don’t want to hurt Tony, or Steve, or anyone else that cares about you. You’re so young.”

Bruce’s pleading was wasted breath. His uncle’s voice was distant, barely audible over the pounding of blood in his ears. Peter’s mind throbbed with unease. The burning embers kissing the windows and door frame were pulsing brighter than the rest of the world, and when he tore his gaze down to his arms he saw the crimson burning his skin and up the expanse of his shoulder. Fire Trucks blared deafeningly close, yet he didn’t so much as wince. Men and women were screaming at the rescue teams to help. It all sounded so far away. When he looked up at the fire consuming the burnt mansion, dripping with hunger and malintent, the blistering heat scorched his body. Sweat gathered on the edges of his hairline, and for a moment he felt he was breathing in pure charcoal and ash. His logical mind, though hardly present, told him this was a terrible decision, and he should stay clear of the collapsing building. He felt a hand firmly grasp onto his shoulder, before it drug his limp form around to face Bruce. Peter caught sight of calm eyes staring back down at him, though the usual composure of the scientist before him had broken. Blood dripped steadily down his cheeks, and Peter was aware of wires of a bomb strapped to his uncle’s chest creeping up from under his shirt. They served as a grim reminder of the consequences of his actions, if he chose not to go through with the plan being forced onto him.

The splintering crash of another room caving in on itself pulled him from his mystified haze. His senses slowly started to return, the deluded shrieking now hitting him in stereo. Glancing back at the horrifying scene, the mansion was standing on its final legs. His window of opportunity was running short. There was a tunnel in the basement open only for so long, and Peter would lose his chance to disappear into it if he didn’t make quick decisions.

A man howled for help from the second story. Peter wasn’t sure if he was a pawn placed there by Harry, or if he was an actual tenant of the home that had been ambushed with his arson. Either way, the fire truck's ladder wasn’t operating, and the man had no method of escaping. Peter’s urge to rescue him was making his stomach churn in agony. He knew Harry was watching, and any aberration from the scheme would result in negative outcomes for everyone involved.

“Don’t think about me for a second.” Bruce’s voice was soothing, and much closer to Peter this time, his hands desperately anchoring him in place to keep him from making a move towards the flame-engulfed house. “Think about yourself. It would be better for me to die than you. Remember your fathers. Remember New York. All the people that love and depend on you. The people that would be devastated.”

Who? The thought made Peter’s throat constrict. He couldn’t deny Tony and Steve would be left in shock- and childless- but thinking logically, both of his previous sets of parents and the one girl he’d ever loved were already dead. Superheroes lost people all the time. In the overall scheme of things, did his life really matter…?

But Bruce. Uncle Bruce was someone Peter had vowed to protect. He glanced shortly up at his worn face, the abuse he’d been dealt taking form in dark bruises on his jaw and a fractured nose. The Green Goblin had been the mastermind behind this all.

Harry Osborn had made his appearance at the science convention Bruce and Peter had gone to that afternoon. Peter had originally been invited by Tony, but his Dad hadn’t been up to attending the event and sent Bruce in his place. The look of disbelief on his Uncle’s face when Peter had shot out a web to defend them was cemented in his mind. Peter fought hard. He hadn’t won. Harry had baited them out of the convention center to a parking garage rigged with electric traps, and he’d stupidly ignored his spidey-senses until it was too late. Static shot through the room, currents cutting through his body until he was debilitated and had passed out. The horror he felt waking up to Bruce, beaten, bloodied, and covered with explosives, had felt grimly similar to watching Gwen fall to her death 2 years ago. He couldn’t go through that again. He couldn’t watch another person in his life die because of his double-life.

Windows shattered behind them, glass shards dropping to the sidewalk and causing onlookers to take steps further back to avoid the spray. Peter was pushed into Bruce from the momentum of the crowd, though Bruce wound his arms tightly around him. Peter could feel his unwillingness to let go. He wished he could stay that way with him, even if just for a minute longer. He may have resolved himself to his death, but that didn’t make the fear any less harsh.

“I know you think it’s your only option. But Peter, you have so much more to live for besides just being Spider-Man. You can’t lose your family. You can’t lose Wade.”

Wade. He would be devastated. He and Peter had agreed they would end each other’s lives when it came down to it, because neither wanted to survive alone. His promise ring was heavy on his finger. Peter slowly reached down and slipped it off with trembling hands, pressing it tightly into Bruce’s palm. “Keep it for me.” Peter’s voice ruptured through his chest, searing his lungs. His body ached, like he would have a break down any moment. However, he didn’t feel the immediate need to cry. He felt... numb.

Harry hated Peter. He didn’t have to scream it at him a thousand times to get the point across. He could see it in the spiteful eyes of his ex-best friend. He could see how Peter had broken him with his refusal to be the experimental drug for Norman. He had promised to do what he could to help the man he’d grown up with, but Norman had taken matters into his own hands and was too far gone for Peter to save him in the end. And then there was the night Norman had killed himself in a horrible accident, impaling himself on his glider when he had tried to take out Spider-Man. This fueled Harry’s inexplicably strong animosity, and Peter had no way to convince him that he hadn’t caused the loss of his father. In his eyes, while he knew it was horrible mistakes leading up to this, he accepted the blame for ruining his friend.

“You don’t deserve your dads.”

Peter had been electrocuted to the point he felt the shaking wouldn’t stop, sweat dripped down his face, and burn marks charred his arms and legs. He was in no shape to attempt an escape from the Goblin, especially with Bruce covered in explosives and unable to mutate to the Hulk. He wouldn’t risk his life in a gamble.

“Little Spidey wants to take away my father, my future, and still wants to pretend he’s the good guy! All we wanted was your goddamn blood !”

“Harry, this isn’t you.” Peter had seen Harry’s darkest days - through every disagreement with his family. Yet, despite the pressure of his Dad and the fate that awaited him, his fire had never burned out. Now, it seemed only black voids filled his eyes. “Let me help you. I-I promise, I’ll do everything I can-”

“No, that offer has expired. Sadly enough for you!” Another bolt coursed through his spine and spread down to his fingertips. Peter collapsed to his side on the floor, his body spasming excruciatingly as he tried to catch his breath and his heart threatened to give out. “You’re on my terms now. And that is somewhere you don’t want to be.”

Harry had given him an ultimatum. He cackled sadistically from behind his deranged mask, hovering over Peter’s broken frame on the floor still his twitching from another round of electrocution. “I won’t kill you. I want you to kill yourself. Peter Parker will die from this world either way.”

Peter was too disoriented to respond, and trying to pick himself up off the floor only left him dazed and in a heap once more. His limbs seemed to stop obeying him entirely.

“So I have a choice for you, Spider-Man.” A single, deformed finger blinded him, his brain engorged with electric sparks and hardly able to take in the details of it wavering in his eyes. “I’ll blow Banner’s brains out like a firework , reveal your identity to the world, and just as you return to normal life with Dear old Dad’s and your family of super-freaks, I’ll come for you. You won’t know where I am. But I’ll take a person from your life one by one, rip them to shreds and send you videos to commemorate, until you end your pathetic existence yourself.”

“Don’t listen, Peter.” Bruce croaked, though his prompting didn’t eliminate the weight of the Harry’s threats.

“Two.” Another green finger dug into Peter’s forehead, pushing sharply at his temples to make his neck arched painfully back. “You will leave your life as Peter Parker, and your Dads will be childless. You are a part of the Avenger’s now, aren’t you? Do you have fun being Spider-Man? Running around pretending not to sleep under the same roof? Is it easy to lie to them? I hope so, because Spider-Man is all you’ll ever be. You’ll kill yourself- or at least, they’ll think you’re dead- on television so everyone can see just how weak and pathetic you truly are. And you’ll suffer each day watching them in pain, knowing they couldn’t save you. Your Hulk will live. So long as you trust him to keep a secret.” He paused, tauntingly, and withdrew his fingers from the teen’s forehead. Peter stared in disbelief at the floor in front of him, a shuddering taking over his form. He couldn’t do that to Steve and Tony, or the rest of his family. Either choice was a terrible punishment for them; they’d lose a friend, a team member, and suffer the publicity of Peter’s identity reveal and the murders that followed; or they’d lose their only son, while he played observer to the aftermath right under their noses.

“Don’t make me wait all day, Spider-Man, the choice is clear. Make your decision by the count of three, or I’ll set off my boom-toys and kill Banner now.”

Before Harry had even reached 2, Peter’s voice shot out in utter panic. “I’ll do the second one! I’ll pretend to die!”

Peter could see the heartbreak on Bruce’s face. He knew he was selfish. He knew he couldn’t do this to the people he held most dear, but he couldn’t risk lives that weren’t his. He couldn’t put people in danger who had never agreed to be in harm’s way in the first place.

“Be careful. Get the bombs off as soon as possible.” Peter brushed away Bruce’s arms from his body, taking a few steps backwards. Worry spiked in Bruce’s eyes, but Peter had his back facing him before he could say another word. He ducked under the police tape at the front lines. A fireman squawked to his right and made to grab him,, but Peter was quicker and evaded his grasp. He sprinted towards the home before anyone had really noticed he’d broken through, but when they had, there was an outcry of concern from the crowd. His steps tapered off at the front door and he slowed to a stop. The furniture and walls just inside the doors were blackened from the flames, sweltering smoke pouring through the frame. He could smell the petrol that had fed the fire, which was now spilling down the stairs at a rapid pace. He had a minute, maybe less, before the entire front room would be consumed by the blaze. Sweat collected on the arch of his eyebrows, and for a moment he was left petrified on the porch. There were civilians screaming at him to stop, and training his ears, Peter knew one of the first responders was dashing towards where he stood, his footsteps slamming against the asphalt. Despite the dread of entering the tomb that stretched in front of him, he couldn’t let himself get stopped. If he were interrupted by an officer he wouldn’t get a second chance to finish what he had started. His eyes locked onto the cameraman from their local news gawking at him from behind police lines, and before concerned bystanders could get in his way, he had ducked in the doorway and out of sight from the public.

Before he had even taken 5 steps away from the door, an explosion sounded behind him, nearly catapulting Peter into a half-destroyed piano from the force. Peter threw arms over his head as dust and debris sprayed his way, varnishing his face and hair with ashes. The side of the house closest to the stairs had begun collapsing, beams creaking before plunging through the weakened ceiling and splintering against the ground. He navigated his way towards the kitchen, the furthest point in the house from the source of the fire, purposefully orchestrated by Harry. He knew he was watching him, executing perfect timing as to prevent Peter’s plan from getting hindered. This also meant Peter was given no chance to go back on his word, once it was set into motion. His way out had been barraged chunks of burnt wood and drywall, and there was only one escape point remaining; the basement.

The roof groaned with strain, and the snapping of wood caught Peter’s attention. A tingle of warning ran up his spine, and his arms straightened above him on instinct to catch a burning beam that was hurtling down towards him. It easily outweighed him and was painted black with fire. The flames scorched the skin on his hands, but his adrenaline-induced high distracted him from the pain. He managed to throw it aside back towards the living room, side-stepping the cavern above him in case another piece of the frame decided to give out. He sucked in a sharp breath to look down at his palms, bits of the skin burned away to reveal pink and bloodied skin, but there wasn’t much to do about it now. The sooner he got out of this house, the less trauma he’d have to worry about later.

He trudged his way down the staircase that led to the under structure, the air growing thinner and easier to breathe. Peter hitched his backpack off his shoulders and dropped it to the floor, yanking out his suit. Despite the rush he was in, he faltered when he looked at the fabric, as if it was his first time seeing it. He didn’t feel like he was in a hurry this time to don the costume. After today, it would serve as his prison sentence. He wasn’t able to take it off and return to his life as a student, son, and Daily Bugle employee. Peter Parker, in this reality, was dead.

He tore off his current clothing, dropping it to the ground beside him. It was difficult to pull the spandex over his damp skin, but he eventually was zipping it and fixing his mask in place. Feeling his breathing obstructed by the suit was what finally made it all seem real. He wouldn’t be returning that night from his trip with Bruce to a warm bed and a kiss on the forehead from Steve. He wouldn’t spend his night listening to Tony trying to prove why it was a pointless convention made for less competent scientists to prove their theoretical intellect. There’d be no family movie night like every Saturday, and Natasha wouldn’t tease him and Wade endlessly when Wade snuck in once Tony and Steve went to bed. He wouldn’t go out for his nightly patrol, and he’d never again return at an unholy hour to rush to hide his new bruises with concealer and long-sleeve shirts.

Peter was really losing his entire life.

He twisted to locate the crudely carved tunnel leading out of the basement and up towards the back yard. Harry had told him it would be there as his means of escape, and it seemed just barely big enough for him to crawl through. With a faltering confidence he shoved his backpack in far enough to fit his body, then grabbed hold of the walls of the dirt path to pull himself in as well. His toes poked around for a growth in the dirt, and when he found it, he gave it a light tap and withdrew his foot. A weak bomb went off and the end of the tunnel collapsed, the light fading out of the space in seconds. Harry hadn’t been lying about the detonator to prevent his route from being found. He really had planned this revenge meticulously. Peter grabbed hold of his backpack and pushed it up further along the steep angle, using his feet to climb up after it.

Trapped in utter darkness in a tunnel that led Peter to god-knows-where, he crawled towards the beginning of a new kind of hell he wasn’t emotionally prepared to face.

“Now being called a Reckless Hero; How the adopted son of Tony Stark lost his life in an attempt to save politician Jamison Morre last Tuesday when he was trapped on the fourth floor of his burning home. The Manhattan Arson and Explosives team has just concluded their investigation on the case of a house-fire that left two dead earlier this week. Firefighters received the call about this massive fire at about 4:30 PM. When they arrived on the scene they discovered Morre was still inside the home, unable to escape his bedroom before the fire had caused the stairs to collapse. 20 Year old Peter Parker-Stark was spending the day with a family friend when the young man supposedly passed by the scene and heard the cries of the homeowner as he yelled for help. Despite all of the first-responders best efforts, they were not able to extend their ladder due to faulty equipment. It was then Stark decided to take matters into his own hands. He ran into the half-demolished building to try to reach him, but a gas line exploded just as he entered. Police say they found a body that was badly burned and crushed under the rubble, but it had been concluded to belong to Parker-Stark. We talked to the fire chief that was on the scene at the time.”

“It was an unfortunate incident that my men were not prepared to deal with. Our truck ladder wouldn’t extend, and we couldn’t reach the man through his window. The kid ran past us and it took too long for any of us to realize he had gotten through. It’s something sad that we have to deal with when heroes like Spider-Man and Captain America run around and try to save people all the time. Normal people want to be heroes, too. All of our trucks are being tested to be sure this won’t happen again, and the parts that failed are being looked into.”

“We’ve received no comment from Tony Stark on the incident. More details to come as they’re uncovered.”

The TV clicked off, the screen shutting down to black, and Peter was once more basked in the silence of his empty apartment. He drew his legs up to his chest, resting languidly against the arm of his couch. After a couple of nights taking refuge under the bleachers of his old high school, Bruce had gotten him settled into a rented furnished studio apartment, at least for the time being until he figured out the next steps he would take. It had been surprisingly difficult adjusting to life on his own. Despite his roots of living primarily with Aunt May and Uncle Ben in an aged, single-family home, he had grown quite accustomed to life in Stark Industries and the luxuries that came along with it. Of course he was also never completely alone in the tower. Even when his 5-or-so family members were away on a mission, he still had Jarvis, who was decent company. But now he was left isolated on the other side of town.

Bruce hadn’t come to visit Peter yet. At least not when he’d been home. He’d left a new phone, clothes from his room, his laptop, his promise ring, and cash in a box on his counter while Peter was out. He also texted him updates about upcoming Avenger’s meetings, though all official activity had been postponed until further notice. Peter hadn’t heard anything about Steve and Tony’s state yet, though he figured that was for the better.

The depression of losing his family had hit him quite hard. Rather than crying to mourn his losses, he just felt... empty. His life had been shattered apart by the man he used to consider his best friend, his relationship had been ripped prematurely away, and he was left a captive to his superhero persona. He hadn’t brought himself to move from the couch since he’d moved in, much less go out for patrols. Besides, the temptation to burst into his old home and reveal that he had never really died and beg for forgiveness for lying to them would overwhelm him. He wasn’t strong enough for it yet.

On his new phone he navigated to the social media sites his family had kept up for him, all now switched to a remembrance page. Several people from highschool and college that had barely even known his name when he was ‘alive’ had posted tribute statuses. Even his professors had reached out about the unfortunate death of their student. The name that stood out most viciously on the page was Flash. He was, according to his post, torn-up by Peter’s death, wishing he had been given the chance to apologize for his misbehavior all those years ago towards Peter. The fact that his death may have actually done good for a person made him want to laugh at the sour irony.

There was still the intrusive thought that overall this may be a benefit to those he’d left behind. After all, how many of his family members had he seen murdered, or close to it, because of his genetics and powers? It was hard to ignore the fears when they were the only thing keeping you company during the day.

Peter’s police scanner buzzed on low volume next to him on the cushions, and the words ‘Masked Red Man’ and ‘Shooting.’ immediately caught his attention. Wide-eyed, his fingers fumbled to turn it up.

“ 612 we’re requesting response cars because we have squads tied up with this shooting. Unable to move inside. 5 suspects have been spotted with firearms, and approximately 24 people are still inside the mall. Masked man is now out of sight and has appeared to have entered through the fire exit. Shots have been fired. Where did this guy go? Were those swords?”

Apparently there was a hostage situation in the mall, and Wade was getting himself involved. The fact had Peter on his feet in a second. Wade had been kill-free for a year and half since joining up with the Avenger’s alongside Spider-Man, and had been very proud of that fact. Peter was really hoping that streak hadn’t been broken. No, he had to be sure Wade wasn’t going to hurt anyone. His chest ached as he pulled himself from the couch and tumbled over to his suit that laid out on his counter, holding it up before him.

No more moping. He was going to have to face this head on. He was doing this to protect those he loved, and he couldn’t give up on saving the city and the people in it just because he was grieving. So he pulled the zipper open and ripped off his shirt, trying not to let his mind linger on the anxiety of seeing Wade again.

Spider-Man landed stealthily on the glass roof of the Manhattan mall, but he still heard an eruption in the crowd gathered to watch the scene, supposedly noticing him. He braced his fingertips against the slippery panes and crawled silently, eyes scanning inside for where the hostages were. He’d heard from the report that the shooters had been spotted near the electronics store on the second floor through a window. As promised, when he reached that area, he saw a man standing with a loaded gun in the center of a broken escalator, with a group of a dozen people kneeling behind him. There were bound to be more shooters in another section, which Peter had to be careful not to alert, as to not risk any of the individuals’ lives.

He carefully gripped onto and pulled one of the glass panels up as warm air rushed out at him, calculating his strategy. Yelling below him indicated someone was on the phone, likely with the police, in one of the hidden stores. The hostages seemed to all be alive at least, though Peter was sad to know there had already been at least one casualty. He picked the angle at which he could quickly web the gun with one hand and grab the gunner with the other, which would hopefully be silent enough that he could then land in front of the hostages and body-block them until he’d taken out the three other gunman.

Peter adjusted so that he’d have room to jump down once he’d webbed the man, extended his wrist, and braced himself to ambush his target.

“Who the fuck is that?!”

The faint sound of boots hitting tile drew his attention to a maintenance hallway. His vision locked in on a man making his way towards the gunmen with a frightening ambiance, shrouded by the crimson emergency lights flashing rhythmically. His katanas were dragging on the ground, sparks leaping off the tips , and nothing about this man seemed friendly or hopeful like Peter had come to know him. His heart swelled in his chest upon seeing the familiar suit, a sharp pain forming in the back of his throat. Wade. His presence brought in an instant happiness that threw him completely off guard, though the grief overshadowed it in a moment when he’d realized that it meant nothing. Wade had no idea who lied behind the mask. They were still stuck miles apart.

“Stop walking towards me or I’ll kill one of the kids!” Peter was torn back to the situation at hand. His eyes darted to look for the other gunmen, and he could see the barrels of their machine guns poking out of the door of one of the stores. He counted 3 present at the scene, which meant one was still missing.

Deadpool’s heavy steps didn’t falter at the threat, and Peter’s ears picked up on the clicking of a gun safety. It was time to make his move.

A child screamed when Peter descended down on them, which distracted the man aiming at Wade long enough that his blades had the chance to scrape together. Peter turned in horror, expecting a maimed body lying on the floor, though he was met with the sight of a halved gun and the man bleeding from his nose after taking a hilt to the face. Thank God. The criminal was injured, but alive.

The whizzing of a bullet entered his ears and he instinctively side-stepped it, and several other shots. His wrists darted out, web fibers solidifying and sticking onto the strap of one of the rifles. He ripped it out of the hands of the gunman, pulling the magazine out and discarding it before the body clattered to the floor. Peter shot another two webs at the man’s arms and drug him forward, digging the heel of his foot into his forehead to disorient him. Deadpool was beside him without hesitation, sliding under a bullet’s path and yanking the shooter’s feet out from under him. Peter noted that Deadpool was dully silent compared to his normal banter and… Peter would give anything to hear just a hint of laughter in his voice. Peter turned his head at the hostages, pointing towards the exits. “Go to the police. You should be safe.” He said, calmly, to keep them from panicking and trampling one another. His voice disguiser he’d invested into when he’d gotten invited to the Avenger’s buzzed softly in his mask, distorting his voice deeper and leaving it unrecognizable.

Peter cemented two of the criminals to the floor. He used his knee to anchor another, wrapping web around his wrists to subdue him, and Deadpool seemed to be taking care of the other gunmen. His heart rate had picked up to a rapid pounding due to the close proximity of Wade, and he struggled to find something to say. There was an uncomfortable tension draping them, and Peter knew he should break the silence. He straightened up ever so gradually, studying Wade’s mask, though the mercenary seemed to notice and refused to return his gaze. His body language echoed the tenseness he seemed to feel, his quivering hands using more force than necessary to rip at the shirt fabric of the knocked out man to tie his hands. Peter wanted to hug him. It hurt so terribly to be this close, to see him looking so defeated, but unable to do anything about the fact. Nothing else felt as important in that moment as comforting Wade did.“Deadpo--”

“I have to go.” Deadpool stood from his work, looking over at the computer store. Peter followed his eyes, slowly, every fiber in his being not wanting to look away from Wade, to see the last of the men cowering behind a desk. “You can take care of him, right, Spidey?”

Wade sounded drained. Peter swallowed down the remorse that took over him as he nodded. “I-Uh- Yeah” Wade braced to walk away, but panic erupted in Peter’s chest. He didn’t want him to go. “Um, We should talk!... Sometime. Like we used to.” He said awkwardly, with urgency, unsure why he had made the offer knowing that he absolutely could not risk giving his identity away.

The mercenary hesitated, his blades, still dirtied with blood and gunpowder, being shoved away into their holsters on his back. “Yeah, maybe .” Wade returned half-heartedly, and it was clear he had no intention of accepting Spider-Man’s offer. He didn’t say anything else, picking his way over the bodies and dragging his feet back towards the exit.

And all Peter could do was watch him walk away with the other half of his heart. His promise ring sat heavily on his finger, under the glove.

He was broken. There was no other way he could describe the torment that had crushed his spirit. Wade was hurting, that much was clear by his shortness, and Peter knew it was entirely his fault.

#spideypool #superfamily #spiderman #deadpool #iron man #captain america #fanfic #my fic #spongeekat

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fallsekings · 5 years ago

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If Remus (possibly with Sirius, and I don't mean in a shippy way) raised Harry instead of the Dursleys, how would you think the series would have been different?

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I’ll be honest and say that I’ve always wanted an AU like this because ALL 3 of them deserve happiness and a family. I don’t know how much you guys know about Remus, but he has always believed that he was a burden to his own family, being what he was, so he moved out of his home just as soon as he graduated from Hogwarts.

His friends were everything to him, however. They knew what he was and didn’t shy away from him or think of him as a monster (which his dad did say many times and very loudly that werewolves were souless, evil and they deserved nothing but death). They became animagus to help him and be with him… they accepted him for who and what he was. This is a kid that always thought that he would be friendless and alone… so when he did get friends, he would do anything to keep them.

The fact that James, Lily and Peter died BROKE Remus. And the fact that he thought that Sirius was the cause of it broke him even more.

So to answer your question, Remus would have the comfort of knowing that Sirius didn’t betray James and Lily. Perhaps Peter in this AU still did do it, and perhaps he faked his death in some other way. But Remus would be happier knowing that Sirius wasn’t a murderer or a traitor… and he would at least have one person… and that would mean that he wouldn’t be alone.

Sirius would get custody of Harry (if Dumbledore didn’t intervene), because Sirius is his godfather… and let’s face it, Sirius, even though he does love Harry, he probably wouldn’t know how to take care of a baby. He’s too much of a free and rebellious spirit at this point in time and not completely ready to settle down, so he would go to Remus to ask for help. Remus, being the more responsible of the two.

Harry would grow up knowing about his mom and dad! Originally the Dursleys told Harry that Lily and James died in a car crash. Sirius and Remus would shower Harry with stories about Lily and James and he would know precisely who his parents were and Harry would know who he was. Harry had a bit of an identity crisis when he was first introduced to the wizarding world, since everyone seemed to know more about him than he did himself. Sirius and Remus would also proudly take Harry to Diagon Alley to purchase his books and other school supplies… and they would also be fiercely protective of him.

Harry would get to go see his friends and they would get to see them. The Dursleys didn’t like Harry communicating with his friends, not through mail (he didn’t want them to know where they lived), and not through owls, going as far as locking Hedwig up in her cage once… so Harry would definitely have more freedom and he would be more open and allowed to be himself… I mean, he wouldn’t even have to hide when he was doing his homework.

Sirius and Remus would show up to watch Harry play Quidditch… Sirius has done this in dog form in the third book already, but he’d be right there on the bleachers wearing Gryffindor gear and cheering Harry on in this AU.

Harry would have people to confide in. He often felt alone and embarrassed about asking his friends for advice at times because he needed and wanted an adult. He wanted a parental figure. He would finally have that.

All and all… it’d be a lot fluffier, I think. But that makes me wonder how it would negatively affect Harry’s character? His struggles made him stronger, going without made him more generous (he buys things for Ron with his money often). I mean in the first book Harry mentions that his idea of a “good day” was getting to eat a half eaten Popsicle that Dudley didn’t want. And not having a family made Harry more aware of what it means to not have one… Like in book seven when he calls Remus a coward for running away from being a father. That being said… even through all of Harry’s trauma with the Dursleys, he still reminded Remus and Sirius of his father, James. So he might not be that different? It’s one of these nature vs nurture arguments, I think.

#Anonymous #meta: remus #meta: harry #meta: sirus #answered #thank you for the question <3

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irronstarkss · 7 years ago

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pairing | peter parker x reader

word count | 2212

warnings | none

NOTE: *Set pre Infinity War cause ya girl (mel) STILL hasn’t seen it so no spoilers please and thank you very much*. Hi I guess I’m back again. I need to stop floating back and forth between blog and life but ugh I’ve been busy anywho forgive the messiness of the post there’s a lot of dialogue

avengers masterlist | request

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You had become intrigued by the sensation that was sweeping YouTube. ‘Spider-Man’, as he called himself, often took care of the minor crime that happened around his city, helping out the citizens in any way that he could. The buzz after what had happened during homecoming with Vulture was still pretty new, and everyone at Midtown was claiming that they were saved by or had spoken to the bug.

Yet, you hadn’t even seen Spider-Man, let alone talked to him. Although, maybe that was a good thing. You weren’t one known for getting into trouble, and besides, he was a superhero- poking his head where trouble thrived. While there were many upsides to having someone protecting Queens, there was one major downside- Peter seemed to be roped into his life more than anyone. Always reporting on him, always claiming that he knew him personally, using Spidey’s status to get Flash to leave him alone.

You missed your best friend. Not to mention your massive crush on the boy. Without Peter around to distract you from the stares and teasing glances from your classmates, you felt alone. Even Ned seemed to always be busy. You had two theories: 1. That Peter was Spider-Man or 2. They were avoiding you for the sake of avoiding you. At this point, you thought either could be probable, but you didn’t have evidence for either. You knew that if he were Spider-Man, then he’d tell you when or if he were ready to trust you with that information. But… surely Ned knew didn’t, he?

One day after school, you made your way to Peter’s apartment to do homework like you always did, even if no one was going to be home. You didn’t see Peter on the train there, so you assumed he had something going on as usual. You opened the door and May smiled at you, chatting away at something you were only half paying attention to. You opened up messenger on your phone, about to text Peter, but decided against it. You guessed that he wouldn’t reply until the early morning and you weren’t in the mood to hear his excuses as to why he wouldn’t answer you.

You moped in his room, flopping on his bed and beginning your homework, pushing the worry that he might not be okay out of your mind, and not stopping until it was dark out. You sighed and packed your things, upset that it was almost eleven and he still wasn’t home. You said goodbye to May and began walking home. Slipping your earbuds in, you stuffed your hands in your pockets and hoped that music would drown out your insecurities.

You didn’t hear or see the man hiding in the shadows behind you as you walked through an alley. He pushed you against a building and held a knife to your throat, about to start rifling through your stuff. A scream bubbles through your throat and faster than you could think, a masked hero came to your rescue. You yelped as you watched the scene unfold and the robber ran, webs clinging to his back tightly.

“And stay away!” Spider-Man called. You were too stunned to move, gripping your chest to steady your breathing. He seemed to notice your presence once more and walked up to you slowly. “Are you alright miss?”

You nodded quickly. “Y-yeah. Thanks.”

“You know, you probably shouldn’t be walking home this late.”

“I always walk home from my friend’s place, but I’ve been waiting for him to get home, and he never does until late. Hence, the giving up waiting for him and walking in a dark alley at eleven at night.”

“W-well, I’m sure he feels bad about leaving you alone at his apartment. And I’m sure he misses hanging out with you, but he’s probably busy.”

“He always seems to be busy nowadays… thanks again Spider-Man. Maybe I’ll see you around someday.”

“D-do you want me to take you home? Like I said, it isn’t safe to be walking this late.”

“Why not? It’s probably faster.”

You walked over to him and thanked the heavens silently that the darkness was hiding your blush. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he swung around neighborhoods and between buildings. The world seemed different from this high up. He landed you carefully in front of your apartment building and you gave him a pointed look.

“How do you know where I live?” You asked carefully. He sputtered for a few moments before coming up with an obviously fake excuse.

“Just a hunch. Most houses are in this complex coming from the way you were walking.”

You were too tired to question it, and thanked him once again, waving and turning your back as you headed inside. Your parents lectured you about time and curfew, but you didn’t care enough to pay attention. You kept thinking back to the Spidey, and how his voice seemed awfully familiar.

The next morning, you were walking through the halls of Midtown, when you heard someone calling your name.

“Y/N! Hey Y/N wait up!!” You turned around, and there was Peter Parker himself, running to catch up with you. “Hey! It’s been a while.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to be angry or annoyed with him for ignoring you. He seemed genuinely happy to see you now. You gave a small smile and continued walking with him by your side. “Hey, Pete.”

“How are you? I feel like it’s been forever since we’ve talked.”

“Well, it kind of has. You’ve been so busy it feels like you’ve forgotten I’m your friend.”

“Y-yeah. About that… I’m really sorry. There’s just been a lot happening and I haven’t had time to say anything to you. But I’m here now! So tell me, anything new happen?”

“I ran into Spider-Man last night. Although, he’s more of a Spider-Boy if you ask me. I was walking home from your place last night and he gave me a lift home.”

“I-I’d say he’s definitely manly. You just gotta give him the chance.”

“Sure Peter. Whatever you say.”

The two of you talked all the way to class, and throughout the rest of the day. He even came back to his apartment with you after school. Things were finally beginning to feel normal again until the evening hit. You were reading out on your fire escape when you felt a pair of eyes on you. You glanced up and yelped, almost dropping your book as you saw Spider-Man staring back at you, perched on the railing in front of you.

“Geeze. Stalking me now, are you?” You joked. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

“No, no, nothing like that. I thought we could talk. If that’s alright with you. Also just wanted to make sure you got home safe again today.”

“Oh, well, thank you. Here I am. Safe and sound. So, no bad guys to take down today?”

“Surprisingly. It’s a slow day.”

“Well then, Spider-Man, tell me about yourself. Are you really a man or are you just parading as one?”

“How come no one thinks I’m a man?”

“Because you sound like a pubescent teenage boy. A voice modulator might do the trick.”

“So I’ve been told…”

You giggled and Peter was glad that you couldn’t see his blush beneath his mask. He had begun to develop a crush on you, another reason he had been avoiding you besides superhero obligations. He couldn’t help but want to hold your hand in school or kiss you at your locker, but he couldn’t find the right words to say to you. Luckily, that’s what Spidey was for.

You didn’t know his secret identity- even though he really wanted to tell you- which meant he could talk and attempt to flirt with you without you knowing it was him. Which brings us back to the present. Here he was, sitting on the railing of your fire escape, talking to you with the confidence he wish he had with the mask off.

“Alright, I’ve gotta ask. What made you become Spider-Man to begin with?”

“It’s a long story… but I’m happy that I get to help those around me. Anything that I can do to help keep Queens a little safer.”

“That’s really brave of you Spidey.”

The two of you talked through the evening, laughing as if you were old friends. Conversation flowed so easily between the two of you, and you talked late into the night. You didn’t realize how late it had become until you yawned mid-sentence.

“You should head home Spider-Man,” you began, “I gotta get to sleep, and Peter’s gonna kill me if he finds out I didn’t sleep again.”

“Peter?” He tried to sound as if he didn’t know who she was talking about.

“Peter Parker. Some say he knows you? Either way, he’s my best friend and the last thing I need is to be falling asleep during class again.” You giggled again thinking about him. He made you happier than anyone had in a long time. You gathered your thoughts and turned back to the web-slinger. “Will I see you again?”

“Definitely. Oh- and this Peter guy, he seems pretty great.”

“He is. He really, really is.”

You met up with Spider-Man every evening on your fire escape from that day on. Sure, Peter could have just hung out with you like a normal person, or he could entertain this a little longer. He settled on the latter but began to worry when you weren’t at your place one night. He swung around until he found you walking through the same alley he met you in as Spidey. You seemed to be walking toward his apartment this time. He swung down and latched onto a roof, lowering himself upside down to get your attention. You smiled when you saw him.

“How’s it going?”

“Good good… I was looking for you but you weren’t at your place.”

“Oh, yeah, sorry I’m headed to Peter’s- movie night Fridays. An old tradition.”

‘Of course, I can’t believe I forgot.’ Peter mentally kicked himself. He was about to say something when he heard collective screams and he knew he was needed elsewhere.

“Looks like the city needs their Spider-Man.”

“Y-yeah,” he thought for a moment before speaking again. “Kiss for good luck?” He was scared that you’d laugh and run off but instead, you walked closer to him, lowering his mask just above his nose. Peter couldn’t believe this was actually happening. You pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, the both of you a giggling mess considering kissing upside down was very awkward. You weren’t really able to kiss him properly, but you both were smiling during it all the same. You stepped away from him, smiling and blushing brightly. He smiled just as widely and pulled his mask down, turning himself upright and swinging away to save his city.

You continued your walk to Peter’s apartment reeling. You had just kissed Spider-Man. Why though? Why would you kiss someone who was basically a stranger? But he didn’t feel like a stranger. When the two of you talked conversation was easy, you were able to bounce back and forth between topics quickly and happily. Kissing him didn’t feel wrong- in fact, it felt like the exact opposite of wrong. But it’s not like you could date a superhero and not know who he was beneath the mask.

Sighing quietly, you stepped inside his apartment, calling a hello to May and wondering where on earth Peter was. It was about time you told him about your little “meetings” with Spider-Man. As you stepped into his room, you couldn’t believe the sight you saw.

There Peter was, crawling on the ceiling. Your jaw dropped, you couldn’t believe the small hunch you had was right. Not to mention, everything else seemed to make sense now: the easiness of talking to him, how he knew where to find you, the kiss… holy mother of- you kissed Peter Parker!!

“P-Pete?” He fell from the ceiling the second he heard your voice. He tugged his mask off and closed the door quickly.

“Y-Y/N!! Hi! Okay, so I know this looks bad but-” You hugged him tightly, stopping the words that were tumbling out of his mouth.

“I can’t believe it’s you…” you whispered. Once the initial shock wore off, he wrapped his arms around you tightly.

“I’ve been wanting to tell you for so long,” he mumbled against your temple. You smiled but not before pulling away and smacking his chest.

“I can’t believe you!! This whole time I thought you were lying or avoiding me! You- you got me to kiss you!!! I can’t-”

He cut you off with another kiss, right side up this time. “It wasn’t bad though, was it?” He asked cheekily. You were dazed, still a little upset, but overall still extremely excited.

“So you’re telling me that my boyfriend is Spider-Man?”

“If you’ll have him.”

“I don’t know, I mean, he’s pretty weird. He kissed me upside down.”

“Says the girl who let him.”

You giggled and slipped your arms around his shoulders, placing one final kiss on his lips.

“Touché.”

#peter parker x reader #spiderman x reader #marvel x reader #marvel mcu imagine #mel #mel's writings #spider-man: homecoming #*m #*marvel

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multiverseforger · 4 years ago

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Samuel Thomas Wilson was born in Harlem, New York City, to Paul Wilson, a prominent minister, and Darlene Wilson. Wilson has a happy childhood and finds he has a natural affinity for birds. He takes up training pigeons, and has the largest pigeon coop in Harlem.[16] In his teens, however, encounters with racism leave him jaded.[17] When he is 16, Wilson refuses to join the church, believing his deeply religious parents to be ignorant for their faith. To his surprise, rather than put up a fight, his parents provide him with books on different religions and comparative theology. The next night, however, Sam's father is killed trying to break up a neighborhood fight (originally Paul was said to have been killed when Sam was 9 years old).[18] Two years later, his mother is shot and killed by a mugger one block from their apartment. Consumed by grief and "angry at the world" Sam turns his back on his past as a respected community volunteer. He moves to Los Angeles and creates a new persona: "Snap" Wilson, a professional criminal and gang member.[19][20]

While Snap is on his way to "a big score in Rio de Janeiro", his plane crashes on Exile Island (years later, he would say "I actually loved this place quite a bit. It's where I met my two best friends," referring to Captain America and Redwing).[21] The once-peaceful island had been taken over by the Exiles, a group of would-be world conquerors who had collaborated with the Nazi supervillain the Red Skull during World War II. They had been betrayed by the Red Skull and were forced to remain in hiding on the island, enslaving the natives. Wilson finds and befriends Redwing, a falcon with which he feels a remarkably strong bond.[22]

Becoming the FalconEdit

As part of a plot against Captain America, the Red Skull uses the Cosmic Cube, a creation that allows its user to alter reality, to mentally fuse Wilson with Redwing, creating a "super-normal mental link" that would, with time and concentration, give Wilson broad powers over all birds.[23][24] Next, the Skull uses the Cube to rewrite the past and erase the years Wilson had spent angrily living as Snap Wilson. In this new history, Wilson was an upright and cheerful social worker who is eventually lured to the Exiles' island and organizes the natives to fight for their freedom. Steve Rogers (Captain America) befriends him there and convinces Wilson to adopt a persona to inspire the natives in their rebellion. The two create the costumed persona the Falcon and train together extensively before attacking and defeating the Exiles and the Red Skull.[16] The Falcon becomes Captain America's regular partner in crime-fighting,[25] and briefly even takes on the Captain America costume and identity when Rogers is believed to have been killed.[26]

Later, again as the Falcon, Wilson receives help from the Black Panther, who creates a harness for Wilson, allowing him to fly.[27] When Rogers briefly abandons his Captain America identity, others attempt to take up the mantle, including a young man named Roscoe whom the Falcon mentors. When the Red Skull eventually kills Roscoe, Rogers again becomes Captain America.[28]

Soon afterward, the Red Skull reveals the Falcon's true past as Snap Wilson, and unsuccessfully attempts to use the Cosmic Cube to make the Falcon kill Captain America.[29] Now aware of his past but deciding to continue as a hero, the Falcon is eventually named head of the Super Agents at the espionage agency S.H.I.E.L.D..[30]

US government superhero liaison Henry Peter Gyrich then recruits Wilson, one of the few active black superheroes, to fill a mandated racial quota for the venerable team the Avengers.[31] Resentful of being a "token", the Falcon quits at the first opportunity. He debuts a new costume when he fights the supervillain Taskmaster.[32]

2000sEdit

Falcon becomes a member of the new team of Avengers assembled to fight the international menace Scorpio as a United Nations peacekeeping agency. By this point, Falcon had discovered that he could extend his telepathic bond with Redwing, allowing him to control other birds and "see" through their eyes. He uses this ability to spy on Henry Gyrich (now the Avengers' liaison with the United Nations) and discovers that the United States' Secretary of Defense, Dell Rusk, has been pressuring Gyrich to spy on the Avengers and turn over their secrets. Although initially hostile to one another, Falcon convinces Gyrich to help the Avengers spy on Rusk, feeding him false information while gathering evidence to expose him. They discover that Rusk is actually the Red Skull, who has launched a biological weapon attack on the United States, intending to use the ensuing panic to gain control over America's government and start a war with other countries. Falcon is instrumental in defeating the Red Skull.[33]

It is around this period of time that, a new "Captain America" secretly created by the Office of Naval Intelligence (O.N.I.) goes rogue and begins eliminating anything and anyone he sees as a source of terrorism. To draw out this agent (dubbed "The Anti-Cap"), O.N.I. leaks information about their involvement in a biological weapons project with the notorious Rivas Family, powerful Cuban drug lords. Reporter and social activist Leila Taylor investigates this rumor and attempts to smuggle a sample of the virus into America, but she is arrested by U.S. forces in Cuba. Falcon, who is a friend of Taylor, breaks her out of prison and investigates her claims, destroying the Rivas Family's biological weapons lab and obtaining a sample of the mysterious virus they were developing for O.N.I. Falcon is able to fly Leila back to America (although his flying harness is destroyed in a hurricane) while Captain America follows Falcon's directions and retrieves the virus sample. The Anti-Cap kills the head of the Rivas family, and pursues Leila, Falcon, and Cap, intent on obtaining the virus sample. After reuniting, Falcon and Captain America are able to barely defeat the Anti-Cap. Realizing that O.N.I.'s goal was to draw out their rogue agent to execute him, Captain America arranges to have the Anti-Cap secretly imprisoned in the Wakandan embassy until O.N.I. agrees not to kill him.[34]

Since Captain America and Falcon now possess both O.N.I.'s rogue agent and the last remaining sample of O.N.I.'s virus, O.N.I. begins to put increasing amounts of pressure on the heroes. Falcon is especially targeted – he had broken Leila out of Federal Custody, and his criminal history makes it easier for O.N.I. to create further false charges against him. Falcon soon finds himself on the run from O.N.I.[volume & issue needed]

Meanwhile, the superheroine the Scarlet Witch, having gone insane, begins using her powers to re-create many of the Avengers' greatest trials and tragedies. She destabilizes the Falcon's mind, causing him to act increasingly like his "Snap" persona. He begins carrying a gun, keeps secrets from his friends, assaults Leila's boyfriend Norman when he protests they go into hiding, and uses a high power rifle to shoot at his friend Robbie Robertson (to fool Robbie into thinking O.N.I. was threatening to kill him). Although they succeed in exposing the illegal activities of O.N.I. and clear Wilson's name, Sam's methods cause his relationship with Captain America to become strained. Cap confronts Falcon about his recent actions, and Falcon, angered at what he sees as an ultimatum, terminates their partnership. As they are walking away, Norman (who blames Falcon for the end of his relationship with Leila) appears and shoots at Falcon. Captain America is seriously injured by the stray bullets, and even appears to die. The shock of watching his best friend seemingly die because of his actions has a powerful effect on Sam, who briefly gives up being Falcon and reexamines his life.[35]

Sam Wilson reappears as Falcon in the 2005 "House of M" storyline and in the 2006–07 "Civil War" storyline.[36] In the latter, he supports Captain America against the Superhuman Registration Act. When the Captain becomes incapacitated, Falcon temporarily assumes leadership of the "Secret Avengers" rebel group.[37] Following Captain America's assassination by the machinations of the Red Skull, the Falcon registers with the government and is made responsible for Harlem, although he continues to maintain contact with the underground New Avengers.[38] He is also called upon to investigate the Captain's assassination by locating Winter Soldier and tracking down the Red Skull.[39]

Becoming Captain AmericaEdit

Wilson as Captain America on the cover of All-New Captain America #1 (November 2014). Art by Stuart Immonen.

Wilson appears in the 2010 "Shadowland" storyline as Falcon, after which he becomes an operative in the new incarnation of the Heroes for Hire team, in the book of the same name.[40] He later appears in the 2012 "Avengers vs. X-Men" storyline, helping She-Hulk and several other Avengers contain the students at the Jean Grey School for Higher Learning.[41]

As part of the 2012 - 2015 Marvel NOW! relaunch, Wilson rejoins the Avengers after Iron Man and Captain America choose to expand the team's line-up.[42] After Rogers is aged into an old man, he appoints Wilson as his 'official' replacement as Captain America.[43] During a confrontation with the Red Skull's daughter Sin, it is revealed that the "Snap" identity was a fake memory implanted into Sam by the Red Skull in an attempt to discredit the hero through racism.[44]

As part of the 2015 All-New, All-Different Marvel initiative, Captain America investigated the disappearance of Mexican teenager Joaquin Torres after he was abducted by the Sons of the Serpent.[45] After fighting Armadillo and capturing the leader of the hate group,[46] Captain America discovered that Joaquin was being used in the experiments of Karl Malus who turned Joaquin into a bird/human hybrid using Captain America's pet bird Redwing. When Karl Malus was defeated, Captain America took Joaquin in.[47] When it was discovered Joaquin's bird/human hybrid condition wasn't temporary, Captain America learned from Claire Temple that Joaquin's condition was permanent due to Redwing being vampiric and sporting a healing factor.[48] When Captain America was captured by the Serpent Society and thrown out the window by Viper, he was saved by Joaquin.[49] Using his link with Redwing, Captain America telepathically sent Joaquin the knowledge on how to fight where he held his own until Misty Knight and Demolition Man showed up. After the Serpent Society was defeated, Captain America allowed Joaquin to become his sidekick, enabling him to become the new Falcon.[50]

During the 2016 "Avengers: Standoff!" storyline, Sam, after defeating the Green Skull, is contacted by Whisperer (an alias of Rick Jones). After meeting Whisperer, he learns that S.H.I.E.L.D. never discarded the Kobik project as he thought they did. He meets with Steve Rogers, where they follow a lead to a town in Connecticut and are later picked up by S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.[51] He then meets the Winter Soldier and rescue S.H.I.E.L.D. agent Avril Kincaid from the Blood Brothers, who informs them of a super-weapon hidden in the town that Baron Zemo and the other villains are looking for. They then head to the bowling alley where Kobik uses her powers to restore Steve Rogers to his prime when he was about to be killed by Crossbones. They begin looking for Kobik again only to discover that Baron Zemo had Fixer invent a device that would help find Kobik as Kraven the Hunter rallies the villains to help with their goals. Upon not being able to successfully locate Kobik, Steve Rogers decides to rally the heroes so that they can take the fight to Baron Zemo.[52] In the aftermath of the incident, Steve and Sam plan to keep what happened at Pleasant Hill under wraps at the time being.[53]

After the "Standoff!" storyline, Sam begins to face public pressure to return the shield and mantle of Captain America to Steve, as does Maria Hill for the consequences of her actions on Pleasant Hill. He and Steve then begin to secretly plan for a way to get Hill to face her crimes publicly. During a press conference, Sam encounters the mercenary Chance who was about to kill Steve in the middle of his speech. After defeating him, Sam receives a hero's welcome when Steve announces him to the public as Captain America. While getting arrested, Chance tells Sam that he was on Pleasant Hill and that he didn't agree with the heroes' actions.[54]

During the 2016 "Civil War II" storyline, Captain America attends War Machine's funeral, where he delivers an inspirational speech. He then has private conversations with Iron Man and Captain Marvel, over which side he should choose. Months later, Wilson watches a TV broadcast about former New Warrior Rage engaging in a fight with the Americops, a private police force funded by Keane Industries, in Brooklyn. Intending to stop the fight, Wilson, along with Redwing and Falcon, try to contain the situation. Sam manages to stop the fight, although not without fighting the Americops, for which he knew the media would portray him negatively. As he leaves, he is attacked from behind by U.S. Agent. After a brief argument, Captain America and U.S. Agent begin to fight, with U.S. Agent gaining the upper hand, until Sam drags him into a tunnel where the darkness and the great horned owls that reside in it allow him to win the fight.[volume & issue needed] After defeating U.S. Agent and receiving an argument from Rage, Wilson returns to his headquarters where he decides to put a tiny implant in his brain that will enhance his ability to see what birds see, enabling him to transmit them into a data storage facility that converts them into images and videos. He decides to further investigate the Americops to find proof of their violent activities.[55]

While accompanying Steve Rogers on a mission to stop Flag-Smasher's latest assault, Wilson fails to save a senator from being shot by the villain, further compromising his current public image. This is subsequently revealed to have been deliberately staged by Rogers who has been converted to believe he is a Hydra sleeper agent since childhood. Using his greater familiarity with the shield, Rogers deliberately put Wilson in a position where he would be unable to use the shield to save the senator, with the final goal of demoralizing Sam to the point where he will return the shield to Rogers of his own free will (not wanting to kill Wilson and risk creating a martyr).[56]

After discovering that Rage was arrested and accused of robbing a pawn shop which Man Mountain Marko and Speed Demon committed, Sam offers him professional help from other heroes, but Rage turns it down, preferring that he should be the one to prove his innocence. After consulting with his brother and Rogers, Sam posts a video on the internet showing footage of the Americops beating up Rage, exposing their violent activities. During Rage's trial, a frustrated Sam leaves the courtroom and captures Speed Demon, who confesses to his and Man Mountain Marko's involvement in the pawn shop robbery. Upon returning to the court, Misty tells Sam that the verdict was already given. While people protest over Rage's arrest, Sam tries his best to calm them. Sam leaves a letter which explains he is ending his role as Captain America and returning the shield to Steve Rogers[57]

During the 2017 "Secret Empire" storyline, Sam has spent time alone in a desert and returns to the city where he discovers Hydra's takeover of America and that Steve Rogers is their leader. Sam rescues a woman and her Inhuman daughter from Hydra enforcers, Sam reluctantly helps them to safety. He reunites with Misty Knight and Demolition Man and helps smuggle other Inhumans out of the country. He helps Ant-Man smuggle his daughter Cassandra Lang then declines their offer to join the underground resistance.[58] When Hawkeye and the Tony Stark A.I. reveal that Kobik was responsible for Steve's change, Sam agrees to help smuggle them out of the country so they can find the Cosmic Cube's fragments.[59] Sam takes the group through an abandoned subway tunnel where they encounter Mole Man, with whom Sam strikes a deal when they are attacked by Dreadnoughts sent by Hydra. After crossing the tunnel, the group departs in a jet plane.[60] They arrive in a mansion where Ultron resides, since he is in possession of the shard. They encounter Steve Rogers and his Avengers until Ultron captures them. After a brief battle, Ultron allows them to leave and gives the shard to Tony's team. Steve muses that he is unconcerned about who will acquire the fragments as he has an inside man in the Tony Stark A.I.'s team.[61]

After a series of dead ends, the team returns to the hideout, where Sam reunites with Misty, until Hydra forces arrive and begin their assault on the base. During the battle, Sam helps the other heroes in protecting the refugees and battling Hydra's Avengers and a revived Bruce Banner as the Hulk until the base explodes.[62] In the aftermath of the attack, Sam appears standing on top of the rubble as Captain America to inspire America's superheroes to not surrender.[63] It is later revealed that Sam had a conversation with Misty Knight and Rayshaun Lucas, the new Patriot, which has persuaded him to reassume the role of Captain America, leading the resistance and wielding Rogers' original round shield as a symbol of hope.[64] Sam uses the Cosmic Cube fragment acquired by the resistance to help destroy the Darkforce dome surrounding Manhattan and the planetary defense shield, releasing all the trapped heroes. Liberating all the imprisoned Inhumans, the Underground attacks the Capitol which attracts the attention of Steve Rogers, who arrives wearing Cosmic Cube-powered armor. During the final battle, Sam fakes surrender and gives the fragment to Steve, only for Winter Soldier to intervene and bring Kobik and the real Steve Rogers back. The restored Steve Rogers manages to defeat the Hydra Steve Rogers with Thor's hammer and Kobik restores reality back to normal.[65]

Return as FalconEdit

Upon taking the second Patriot on as his sidekick, they travel to Chicago to deal with an outbreak of gang violence, unaware that Blackheart is posing as the city's Mayor.[66]

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donttellpeterparker · 7 years ago

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Undercover P3

Summary: Y/N is about to get a whole lot more than what she bargained for when she goes undercover to spy on our little ‘spiderling’.

Requested: No

Word Count: 3.3k+

Note: Y/N in this imagine mini series is a superhero with her own powers.

Warning(s)?: Action!Spiderman, Swearing, Kind of a filler sorryyyyyy, Awkward moments

Masterlist (x) requests (x)

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

Undercover

It had been a week since you've settled in to Midtown High. It was now a Thursday and so far you had pretty much everything you needed to know about Peter... Spiderman, well that was a different story. Putting your suit on every afternoon after school and leaving the complex to find Spidey turned out harder than you originally thought. You only caught glimpses of him maybe twice an arvo and each time he was chasing after something. Using your powers you would quickly follow, ignoring the pain that would crawl up through your palms and up to your shoulder blades.

You stopped after the fourth arvo, instead just trying to pick up details about him. So far you had two separate lists, one about Peter and one about Spiderman.

''You okay kiddo?'' Cap would ask when you walk through the door, itching away at your palms. You would pull your sweater further over your arms to cover your reddening palms. Of course he noticed anyways, you ere terrible at hiding stuff at time and especially from him.

''Let's have a look'' He spoke in a fatherly manner, tugging your wrist towards him so he could lift your sleeves. He examined the marks that seemed to be turning into this (Just imagine those marks along your arms instead). You pull your sweater off leaving you in your tank top while he rang for the team doctor. You walked into the lounge room and sat down, grabbing you backpack from the ground to retrieve your homework. You began working on your English first, pulling out the notes that you also had on Peter. You went over your English homework quickly, finding it easy. You switched back to your notes, re-reading them.

''What is that?'' Cap asks as he walks into the living room. You lift your head, being too engrossed in your notes that you hadn't notice the doctor has already arrive, well that was fast...

''My notes'' you said in a 'duh' tone, beginning to read them again. You were kinda hoping something would jump out at you, something to make itself obvious but there was nothing. You were going to have to read between the lines with this one.

''Why is it written like... that?'' Steve asks, looking down at your book with confusion. Has he never seen Archaic Latin? It's a dead language Y/N...

''It's Archaic Latin'' You responded, leaving it at that. He just nods, raising his eyebrows as if he was impressed before greeting the doctor over to you.

''Hey Miss Y/N'' You hated the way people introduced you in a proper manner. You shook you head quickly at him.

''Just call me Y/N'' You responded. He smiled in response and joined you on the lounge. He reached for his kit as Cap started explaining what you have been experiencing, totally taking control. You didn't mind, seeing you pulled the book into your lap to continue reading over.

''May I take a look?'' He asks as soon as Cap was finished explaining to him. You lifted your head and smiled, softly nodding your head. You turned your wrists over and showed him both your arms, the scaring being identical to one another. He furrowed his eyebrows, lifting your arms up, turning them over slightly to examine further.

''How long have these been here for?'' He asks, his voice not giving away any kind of emotion.

''They've been growing like this for the past three weeks'' You responded casually, not really being worried. Maybe you just needed some meds or some rest or something for a while.

''It's definitely odd... these are something we would usually see on a lighting struck victim'' He states, still rubbing his fingers gently against the lines.

''Do they hurt?'' He asks glancing up at you. You shook your head, it only ever felt uncomfortable, never painful.

''And you said these started when she uses her powers?'' He asks, referring the question towards Cap instead of you. He glances between the two of you with his arms crossed over his chest.

''Yeah..'' he said, remembering the time you had him in a choke hold on your first day of school, you laughed at the memory, the doctor looking between you confused but drops it.

''Can you show me?'' He asks nicely. You nod your head, not looking at Cap for his permission. You knew he was going to disagree but you always ignored him anyways.

You held out your palms to the roof, slowly emitting a light blue ray to touch the ceiling, but not doing any damage. You watched the ceiling, making sure you kept control cause Steve would kill you if you decided to destroy his roof.

You felt the doctor watch and touch your arms with curiosity. You looked at him confused, what was so interesting about your arms?

You glanced to see what he was looking at. It was the scarring seeming to be pulsing and lighting up in blue as power travelled through them.

''Stop'' Steve speaks up, noticing the scarring creep a little further up your arm. You did as he said and stopped, resting your arms onto your lap.

''I'll right out some drugs for her to take for now but Mr Rogers... Can I speak with you for a minute?'' the doctor asks, packing his stuff away. Cap nods slowly, not knowing why he was being ushered away but figured it must have been important. You didn't like being spoken behind your back so you started to follow them. That was until you noticed the beeping from your laptop begin to go off. You spun your head around to see your laptop that was hooked up to multiple wires beep rapidly.

''Cap I'm heading out'' You called out. You made your way over to the laptop to check where the incident was currently going down. The bank. You pulled your sweater back on and reached for yuor boots, pulling your hood over your head.

''Where are you going?'' He stops talking to doc and walks back into the room. You glance up just nearing the front door.

''To stop a robbery'' You spoke out, making sure you had your weapons in your boots and in your waist belt. Making sure it was secured you opened the door and walked out, leaving Cap with the feeling of dread beginning to pool through his body.

''How long?..." Cap asks, still watching the door long after you have closed it.

''I'm not sure...'' Doc replied in a wary tone.

~At the bank

Making sure my face was covered and glance over at the scene, watching Spiderman fight off... the avengers? You tried to hold back a laugh as you realised the villains were actually dressed as vigilantes. You opened the door slowly, seeing the men too engrossed with Spidey. One of the men pulled out a machine that looked quiet alien like. You furrowed your eyebrows, noticing out of the corner of your eye one of their men making their way towards you. You quickly spun around and grabbed his arm that was about to connect with your face, you bent it backwards hearing it crack and dropped him to the ground. He started crying out in pain as the other boys continued fighting spider-man.

''Engage Identity change'' You spoke softly into your shirt, where the were secretly hidden wires that lead up to your own built in mini computer programmer. You only had them in a few shirts seeing they were expensive and time consuming to make.

''Activated'' You heard the animated voice speak back to you. You dropped your head and made your way further into the bank.

''Wow Thor! Haven't seen you since Christmas!'' You spoke sarcastically as you reached for the guy wearing the 'thor' mask who was behind spiderman. You grabbed him by his shoulders and threw him against the wall. Spider-man quickly turned around wide eyed.

''Thanks'' He spoke out shocked. He was knocked down by one of them while he was distracted. You made your way over to the guy who was still loading up the bag with money. Knocking out two of the men on the way.

''Don't move missy'' You heard one of them men threaten from behind you, hearing a gun click. You laughed and turned around in mock surrender. One of the other men came up from behind you and reached for your arms, pinning them behind your back.

''Oh god not a gun... please not a gun'' You began to fake scarred, shying away from the piece of metal. Spiderman noticed and came to the rescue, knowing the gun out of his hand, webbing him to the wall.

You reached a leg up to kick the guy behind you where the sun didn't shine and heard him tumble over in pain. You had quite the kick. Getting free from his hold you made your way over to the last guy who was wearing an 'iron man' mask.

''Dude why are you robbing a bank your like a billionaire?'' You question sarcastically, taking away the money bag, throwing it across the room.

Once Spider man had webbed up the lastguy, the 'gun' he was holding went off, causing a massive ray to shoot through all the way across the street to the store across, instantly erupting it into flames. Holy shit... Spiderman quickly ran off to save the people that may or may not have been in the shop. Instead you stayed behind, bending down to reach the foreign object.

You recognized it... What were everyday criminals doing with Alien technology? Especially the ones that look quite similar to the ones The Avengers manufacture. You reached over and took out a glowy part, leaving the rest of the gun where it was. With this new found information you quickly made your way out of the bank, beginning to head home.

You made it home quickly, walking and shutting the door behind you signalling Cap that you were home. Cap walks over to you slightly worried with why you took so long but stopped once he noticed what was in your hand.

''How did you get that?'' Cap asks slightly nervous, slowly making his way towards you. You shrugged and began walking towards your laptop.

''I don't know, there were these guys robbing an atm and had these manufactured weapons that weren't...'' You trailed off, examining the object in your hand that continued to glow.

''Real'' You spoke out softly.

''It's because they aren't'' Steve spoke up taking it away from your hands. You began to protest but was stopped short once he began speaking again.

''Well not from earth at least..'' He mumbles out, carefully moving the glow in his hands. You stared up at him confused.

''What do you mean?... You mean when Loki?...'' You question out, your eyes widening at the realization. Cap looked up to you slightly confused as to why you had stopped talking.

''But that doesn't make any sense...'' You mumbled out, trying to rake your brain with possibly ideas as to how alien technology ended up in everyday queens criminals hands. You walked over to your laptop and began to punch words through, recording what you had found and sifting through your emails and the internet to look for clues.

''Are you okay?'' Cap asks, obviously referring to the marks that were on your arms. You just nodded in response with a soft smile, spinning back around in your chair and continued typing.

''Make sure to get some sleep!"' He called out to you. You didn't respond as you carried on doing some research well into the night.

~few days later

''So what do you get when you divide mass by time? Flash?'' The teacher spoke out to the class. You were to focused on your laptop screen and the two text books that were next to you. You wrote down notes and theories as to how those men came into possession with the technology in the first place. You had been working on this for the past few days and you were getting no where. You thought about just going up to Peter, making friends with him and asking him but then realised it was stupid, then he would know that you knew he was spider-man. So you settled for the old eavesdropping. You would keep your distance but tune into what Peter and Ned were saying, Ned was his best friend, he was bound to know something.

''Y/N? still with us?'' The teacher questions. You raise your eyes and shut your laptop looking over to the board. You study the board trying to catch up on the question. You were confused...

''Umm''' you mumbled out.

''Speed... mass cancels out'' You heard a voice speak up from behind you. You turned around and a few tables down noticed Peter answered the question for you.

''Thank you Y/N'' the teacher spoke sarcastically causing the class to laugh. You lightly smiled at him in thanks before turning back around, reaching down to your book to read over your notes. Something just wasn't adding up...

~Lunch

You packed food with you today so you didn't bother going to the cafeteria. You told the girls you were going to the library to study during the lunch break. To save yourself from suspicion you walked down the hallways, heading towards your locker switching your books around. You were actually following Peter and Ned and they were headed this way so you decided to head to your locker, knowing there wasn't really a place for you to hide in an empty hallway.

You could hear them talking to each other. They seemed in a very heated discussion by the looks of things but didn't focus too much on that. You just wanted to know what they were saying.

''Enhance hearing mode'' You whisper to your microphone that was in your shirt.

''Activated'' The animated voice spoke up as you began to hear what they were saying perfectly.

''First you gotta come up with a better name then 'glowy thingy''' You heard Peter say. You stood at your locker, pretending to sift through looking for stuff while you focused on your hearing.

''True'' Ned replies back. You began to hear footsteps that were down the other hallway. You quickly closed your locker quietly and gripped your books in your hands, quietly telling your computer to turn off enhanced hearing mode. You saw the men beginning to walk around the corner, dressed in all black. Who the hell where they?

You leaned your back against the locker as they paid no attention to you and walked into a classroom, seeming to be following some kind of metal detector. You furrow your eyebrows in curiosity. You reached down into your pocket to retrieve your phone, about to dial Cap's number. Something was seriously up and had no idea what it was. You felt a rush of wind pass you and looked up quickly, just noticing the hint of a school backpack walk through the same classroom as those men did. Peter...

You decided to follow, clutching your books to your chest as you opened the door, you kept your head down knowing the two men were infront of you beginning to make their way out. You deliberately bumped into the one on the right, quickly reaching into his pocket to steal his phone. You looked up and uttered apologies so fast, pretending to be sorry for bumping into them.

''Don't worry about it'' He says before walking past you. You held the phone in your hand by your side, slowly sliding it into your pocket. That was going to come in handy...

You spun your head around to look for Peter yet you saw... nothing.

''Hello?'' You decided to call out, playing the innocent act. Once you received no answer you sighed, knowing well he was here but wasn't going to show himself.

You saw the stool on the table wiggle slowly. You walked towards the table, stilling the stool with you hand.

''Guess no one's here'' You spoke up loud enough for Peter to hear you. He was underneath the table but you weren't going to look. Instead you decided to turn away and walk up the stairs and out of the classroom.

''Hey Ned'' You spoke up with a smile as you noticed his flustered expression in front of you. He looked like he was about to walk into the classroom himself.

''Oh hey...'' He trailed off.

''Y/N'' You spoke up thinking he didn't know your name. He knew your name after the amount of times Peter had mention it but thought it would be creepy if he called you by your name without even properly meeting you yet.

''Oh, right Y/N, how are you liking Midtown high?'' Ned asks, almost nervously. He looked over your shoulder, seeing something behind. He wasn't subtle about it and you assumed it was Peter finally leaving the classroom.

''Yeah it's alright... Kinda just figuring out where I belong I guess'' You responded clutching onto your books tighter across your chest.

''Right'' Ned agrees.

''Hey Peter!'' He calls out. You turn around to face a flush Peter who began to wipe his hands across his pants.

''Hey sorry... the bathroom line was really...'' He trailed off, pointing towards the boys bathroom not to far away.

''Long...'' He spoke out, noticing the empty hallway. Gosh he was such a bad liar. You saw Ned give him a 'really?' look but you ignored it. Fidgeting slightly you turned around to face Peter with a smile.

''Thanks by the way, for totally saving my ass in class'' You spoke sincerely. He just smiled and nodded in response, looking slightly dazed. You put it down to his awkwardness and lack of female contact.

''This is going to sound really weird and straight forward but... wanna be friends?'' You asked out to both Ned and Peter, covering your face with a nervous expression. Gosh it was almost too easy to play innocent teenager. They looked to each other wide eyed.

''It's just...'' you began, getting their attention back onto you.

''The girls here are quite... talkative and I wanted to branch out so I thought 'What the heck?' Why not just go up to two guys and ask to be friends-'' Your mouth spoke faster then what your brain could register. You slapped a hand over your mouth noticing what you were saying. You could feel your cheeks slightly redden.

''Umm... yeah'' You finished out, scratching the back of your head. Wow it as almost like you were actually nervous... I mean you even stuttered a little.

''Y-yeah totall-y-y'' Ned spoke up, speaking for both Peter and him. You raised your head and beamed at smile at them.

''Great!'' You enthused sarcastically, making sure the sarcasm was so low they wouldn't be able to detect it. You tapped one of the books against your chin and licked your lips.

''So I'll see you guys tomorrow?'' You asked innocently. they just stared at you wide eyed and nodded their head in agreement.

''Okay'' You smiled out noticing they weren't going to say anything. You walked past them, the smile instantly dropping from your face. You bit your lip as you began to feel a smirk make it's way across your face.

You have no idea what you just agreed to Peter Parker...

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A/N: Here's part three! Kinda a filler sorry :(( More action then flufff but that's because I'm building it up! :)))

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sweetjellytine · 8 years ago

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Peter Pan: Chapter Five

Prologue

Chapter One / Two(M) / Three / Four

OC’s POV

As the agency give EXO time to rest, we both decided to have one day vacation in his hometown, I waited for him to pick me up in our dorm’s parking lot, I hurriedly went inside and give him a quick peck but he pulled me closer and kiss me deeply and muttering between the kiss how much he miss me, it was 3:01 AM and our blood are still alive despite of the sleeping souls at this wee hour

“Me too, of course I miss you so much.” I said as I wiped his lips wetted by our saliva with my thumb

He put the seatbelt on me and soon after he do it for himself and started the car as we headed outside the parking lot

I connected my iPhone to his car’s bluetooth speaker and played the Rocoberry playlist before I glanced to him

“How come my Oppa is so handsome while driving?” I teased him while getting his right hand and intertwined it against mine

“Of course, Love, How would I make you fall in love with me if I’m not. Its in the genes.” He boasted

“WHOA! Too confident?” I said as I draw imaginary lines at the back of his palm with my forefinger

“No. Just stating the fact, Besides I’m yours Love. Only yours.” He continue to lift up his self confidence

“Then if I’m yours, should I be the only one allowed to see the sexy you?” I said with my sexy breathy voice

“WH-WHAT? Of course.” He said while squeezing now my thigh

“Then what’s the meaning of this? For weeks I stopped myself to watch it but the Eonnies insisted.” I showed him the video clip of him grinding the cane

“Is my baby jealous?” He asked as he turned his gazed into me once in awhile

Instead of answering him, I unfasten my seatbelt and sat up on the car seat and grabbed his face and landed my kisses in every place that my lips can reach and I felt him slow down his driving because we may got into an accident

He was surprised but laughed it off realizing how dangerous I am when jealous

“Love, You should wait when we get to my house. We can settle this in there.”He warned me with his sexy voice

And that signaled me that I should went back to my seat and buckled again the belt onto my body as we both laughed how childish I am sometimes but he said that’s one of the traits he loved about me

“I love you.” I muttered to him with my sleepy voice

He looked at me and saw me bit sleepy and told me to go to sleep and he’ll just wake me up when we are near; I reclined my seat before I put my neck cushion and went to dreamland

MinSeok’s POV

5:17 AM

We are already near but I decided to grabbed some breakfast for us on the stop-over I saw, I was about to wake her up and asked to go with me but she was sleeping soundly, So I just decided to leave her for awhile and once I’m sure that the car was locked and she was safe. I hurriedly jogged to the cafe of the stop-over and ordered our favorites, Good thing a few people and older ones was around, I also wearing my cap helped me at least hide my identity, I paid our food and as I saw a flower shop along the way I made sure to buy her flowers

When I arrived back to the car, She was awake but still sleepy as she still laying on her side in the reclined seat

“Where have you been?” she asked trying to reach for my hand

“Ah, bought us breakfast, mocha bread, your favorite chocolate waffle and two hot matcha latte.” I said as I showed it and put it cupboard so it won’t spill

“i’m such a bad girlfriend to you, Babe. I shouldn’t sleep and leave you unaccompanied. MianHe.” She apologized as she put back the seat back into place

“It’s okay to me; seeing you have a good rest.” I said as I tucked the hair behind her ear

She get my hand and brushed it to her cheeks

“Thank you, Love.” She said before she kissed my hand

“Aigoo. Of course everything for you. Let’s eat before we go driving again.” I told her as I kissed her forehead and handed our breakfast

6:00 AM

We back to driving after we ate and rested for awhile, As we are back to the road and I can see that the sun was about to rise, I opened the hood of my sports car and the cold morning breeze greeted our body

“Jin, look to your right.” I said as pointed it with my lips

And as our car moving, The sun rises and its breathtaking especially seeing it with the one you love

“It’s beautiful.” I heard her muttered and stopped the car so we can both watch it

“Yes, Very beautiful.” I compliment the two beautiful scenery in front of my eyes, the sunrise and Jin’s beauty being illuminated by the rays of sunshine

She looked at me and our eyes met, and her by just staring at me made me nervous and excited at the same time, Did I saved Korea before to have this luck to have her

“Let’s have a picture.” I suggested as We both smiled to the camera and the sunrise as our background

And it came out perfect

“DaeBak!” We both said in unison as we saw the picture; our first trip together as a couple

Then we continue our journey, I was driving fast when Jin sat up from her seat and spread her arms, closing her eyes and inhaled the fresh air of the province, I’m glad things get well in our vacation, all I want is her to be happy

7:00 AM

We arrived at our house, Jin hurriedly went down as she saw how our house is cozy as it was, She was looking around like a 5 year old as our house is near the lake, We went in and settled our bags on the living room

“You have a cozy home, JaGi-ya.” she complimented my home

“It was Eomma who wants it to be like this.” I said as I handed her a glass of water

“OMO! JAGI-YA, YOU’RE SO CUTE! I want babies as cute as you” She squealed as she saw my chubby baby pictures displayed on the shelves and now holding it with her hands

“Then should we have one or two soon?” I suggested as I grabbed her waist and closing the gap between us

She placed back the pictures on its original place and looked at me, her hand under her chin having a thinking expression

“Should we? Should we retire as Idols and have lots of babies?” She said as she wrapped her arms on my neck

I was about to kissed her when a fake cough interrupted us making me and Jin let go of each other awkwardly, It was Eomma and my sister

“Eomma, MinJi!” I greeted as I walked towards them, Jin following me from behind

I gave each of them a long hug before pulled Jin in front of me and introduced them to each other

“AnYeongHaSeYo Eommo-nim.” She greeted with her 90 degrees bow

Then my mother hugged her like what mothers do to their own daughters, I can see she was frozen for a bit but hugged Eomma back with equal affection, I’m glad the first meeting is better beyond my expectation

Eomma told us to rest first so that we have enough energy later at lunch time, I’ll sleep on my room while Jin will sleep on my sister’s room

“See you later, Love.” I bid goodbye as I walked her to my sister’s room

She gave me a long a kissed on the lips and said “Thank you for introducing me to your loving family.” I patted her head and signaled her to go and rest

3:30 PM

After we ate the delicious meal that Eomma prepared for us, I decided to tour her where I grew up, Guri is a mix of well urbanize and rural part of Gyeonggi-do province, so I’m definitely sure she will love touring around, We took my bike as I made her rode in front of me, I can smell her strawberry shampoo as my chin is resting on her left shoulder, while she was busy taking all the beautiful scenery we passed by, and adding the romantic vibes to us is listening to sugar and me while sharing each of the earphones and singing along

As we arrived at my school where I spent my grade school and high school, We immediately went inside as I showed her the amenities we have, She took pictures of me in every corner and I happily let her; who wouldn’t if she was using her aegyo to me

Until I dragged her into my homeroom where the best memories of my youthful days happened, I assisted her to sat down on the table I used to be assigned and sat beside her, It was near the window; I told her I was part of soccer team and pointed out of the window where we practice all the time and she teased me that she imagine I was the cutest fur of ball running in the field, I also told her that I joined the fencing club since I wanted the free toy they’ll give after the six months of sessions. I speak all the time and she is listening to me attentively as I shared what my life was before I dreamed to be a singer, I told her that I looked up to TVXQ and that’s one of the reasons why I joined the contest

She looked at me and brushed my sweated forehead and face with her handkerchief

“Do you know that ChangMin Oppa tried to court me too before?” She spilled of a sudden

I was shocked but manage to keep my composure as I get the handkerchief for her and do the same to her, We are both sweating since the air conditioners are off since its summer vacation and only the maintenance are staying in the vicinity

“Really?” I asked while fixing her fringes

“But I was too young back then, So I said no, He was heartbroken, Vic Eonnie comforted him and they ended up together.” She revealed the secret love affairs that the company has

“So its true the company encourages the “In-House” dating.” I said while using air quotes

“Yes, Not bad, right? so it will be easier for us since we can see each other more often and they can handle the issue properly.” She coaxed me as she put her arms around my neck

“You know what I love they way you close your body to me.” I said as I put my hands to her waist as I erased the fact that my Idol wants to steal my girl before

Our eyes are looking into each other, As we closing the gap between our faces continuing our interrupted kiss caused by Eomma earlier, We are like high schoolers because of the setting we had around us inside my former homeroom

“MINSEOK-AH, MINSEOK-AH!!!” Three loud voices called my name

“Oh.Sorry.” DongWook one of my closet friends until now

Jin and I fixed ourselves, and felt awkward again to be caught now by my friends, They have these teasing smiles in their faces as they made their way to us

“MinJi told you guys, I’m here.” I accused to my friends as I swung my arm to Jin’s shoulder

“AnYeongHaSeYo, Jin-ssi.” YiJeong greeted my girlfriend instead of me

“Hello JinJin-Imnida. Nice to meet you.” She shyly greeted back as she shook their hands one by one which they gladly accepts

“You’re beautiful Jin-ssi.” HeeJun complimented my girl and she thanked him with her sweet smile that made HeeJun blushed

We talked and the guys opened up more about me and my embarrassing moments in school that made her to have a hearty laugh, it sounds music to my ears, her chuckles and soft oohs when she discovered new about me, I excused myself so that they can know each other better but Jin being too anxious with people she just met called me

“Oppa, Where are you going?” She asked without hinting she is kind of uncomfortable to be left with my friends

I turned around to her trying to hide my excited smile for my surprise for her and eyeing my friends to keep her accompany and they got what I meant

“Guys, don’t leave her. Okay? I’ll be back.” I said as I run as fast as I could

OC’s POV

My new friends are funny and for little time we spent, they do have a common trait like MinSeok, sometimes their jokes are corny or cheesy and sometimes they are the only ones get it and laughed to themselves that made me laugh every time it happened

Then MinSeok entered from the door playing the guitar with the melody of i'm in love by RaD one of my favorite songs that we both discovered that we both like, He is walking to me and sat beside the chair he occupied a while ago

I was silent the whole time as he glanced to me from time to time while still playing, My heart is pounding crazy, how can he be this romantic?

After he finished and put down the guitar, and gave the 3 stem rose he bit with his mouth while playing ago

“For you, Love.” He said handed it to me

I accepted it with shaking hands and looked how lovely the blue roses. “Thank you so much.” I thanked him before sniffing the flowers

“I want you to know me better, So I’m hoping you enjoy our one day vacation here in my hometown.” He shyly muttered while scratching the back of his head

And without any word I throw myself to him, Kiss him on the lips not minding the others are watching, I feel he smiled between our kiss, he didn’t how much he makes me happy and I’m hoping it to last forever

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