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peterparkouryo · 1 month ago

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warnings: angst per usual, and a glimpse of fluff :3

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IT HAD BEEN TWO WEEKS SINCE PETER'S IDENTITY WAS REVEALED. Two weeks left of your summer break, tomorrow being the first day of school that you dreaded with each hour that passed by.

As expected, your dad limited your hangouts with Peter, not wanting you to face more trouble than you already ensued before, which, yeah was ultimately understandable, but you both knew he couldn't just deprive you from seeing your boyfriend. He opted to one hour phone calls instead.

You and Peter had broken that rule, going hours on end during the night while your dad slept soundlessly, oblivious to your loophole.

Currently, you were doing just that, chatting on FaceTime, paying no mind to the fact that it was a school night.

You had missed Peter these past few weeks, and you were finally glad you'd be able to see him tomorrow, but there was no doubt chaos would be awaiting you and your friends.

"Did you get a chance to send in your applications?" You questioned after your conversation about things you expected for Christmas died out.

"I literally just finished my MIT one." Peter tells you, the phone screen bright in your face, a stark contrast from the darkness that surrounded you.

You knew the chances were slim with getting into certain colleges, so you all had came up with a plan to apply to the same backup colleges if all goes wrong, or if miraculously none of you were accepted.

"You?" He retorted back.

"I did, few weeks ago." You admit, shuffling into a more comfortable position.

Peter hums out a response. "Could you imagine if we both got in? MJ and Ned too?" The boy wondered, to which you nod in agreement to. That was the plan after all.

"Yeah, but we'd probably have to get scholarships so that we could actually go." You say, a bit doubtful at your chances.

It's not that you didn't have hope, but with everything that's been going on, you knew your chances of getting in decreased, scholarship or not.

"Come on, you got the scores and the grades." Peter reassured you, dismissing your rational words.

You squint at him in scepticism.

"Are you trying to say I'm being too realistic?" You pondered, raising your eyebrow expectingly.

You probably were, but your question wasn't serious, just only teasing.

"No-, well, yeah, maybe." Peter stuttered out his reply carefully.

Peter shrugs as you let out a low chuckle, watching his face relax into relief, realizing the question wasn't to be taken serious.

"That's okay, though." Peter said after two seconds of silence, giving you a small smile.

"It's one of the many things I love about you." Peter confessed, and he could've swore your eyes got brighter at his sentence.

You smile, feeling the heat warm up your face at his disclosure. The boy seemed to always know what to say at any given time, one of the many things you loved about him.

"Really?" You amused, Peter giving you a small nod.

"What are the other things?" You wondered, rubbing your cold feet together in attempt to keep them warm.

Peter pretends to think about it for a second, and you roll your eyes at his stunt.

"Well.." He starts, with a smile plastered on his face.

"I love how brave you are." The boy tells you, looking back at the phone.

You hum, waiting for him to continue.

"You're also super nice to people." Peter jokes, to which you laugh at.

"Yup, I just love being nice." You agreed sarcastically.

"Your humour, which can be...really dark at times." Peter continued, you give him a grateful smile.

"It makes it more funny." You say nonchalantly, giving Peter a cheeky smile, watching the boy shake his head.

"And..." He trailed off.

"You make me really happy." Peter finalized, and your heart just about flutters in your chest.

You never really made it a goal to prioritized Peter's happiness, but you would never neglect it on purpose either. There was just this unspoken agreement that you had to always no matter what, make the most of what you had. There were going to be times and obstacles in your life that you would face, and you hoped in some way Peter would be there with you every step of the way.

You could say just about the same as well. You never had anyone in your life make you feel the way you felt when around Peter. His presence was enough to make you melt into a puddle, and you were glad you had found him.

You were truly thankful for him. If he asked for the world, you would give it to him in a heartbeat.

You open your mouth to express your reciprocation, but something, or someone snoring obnoxiously loud in the background breaks your train of thought.

"What's that noise?" You quizzed with furrowed eyebrows.

"Oh, it's Happy, look." Peter replies with a whisper, panning his phone over to a sleeping Happy in his recliner.

"Gave his room to May so he's sleeping down here." The boy adds informally, and you slowly nod before deciding to change the topic.

Since the unexpected situation at Times Square that happened, you had this nagging thought in the back of your head that always seemed to make a guest appearance when you were alone with your daydreaming.

You wanted to ask Peter for awhile now, but you never had the time, or chance to.

You figured now's a good time more than any.

"I have a..weird question." You start unsurely, your tone lowering with each word.

You didn't know how to ask it, really. It only just being a thought in your head, words jumbled together, not really making sense, but you thought it never the less.

"Does any part of you feel relieved about all of this?" You finally let out, watching your boyfriend's face twist in confusion at the lack of context you provided.

"What do you mean?" He questioned.

"Like, with the whole identity thing being revealed." You say more clearly, and his face pondered at your sentence.

A few seconds of silence creeps through the phone, the question still lingering in the air, awaiting to be answered.

"Ever since I got bit by that spider.." Peter starts, breaking the silence as he slowly answered the question.

"I only had one week where my life felt normal." He tells you and you couldn't help but feel bad.

"Or kind of normal, I guess." Peter adds and you nod in silence as he continues.

"And, that is when you found out." He says, gazing back at the phone.

You pout slightly, your sympathetic eyes staring behind your phone as you listened.

"Because then everyone that was in my life that I wanted to know, knew." Peter admits, and your eyes shift back toward the phone.

You understood where Peter was coming from, glad your question was answered. You really couldn't imagine the things your boyfriend had to go through after being bitten by a radioactive spider.

"And it was perfect."

You sigh in defeat, your face falls into a sad expression, at a lost for words or even a proper reply.

"But now everybody knows and I am the most famous person in the entire world." Peter states with a heavy sigh as he stared at the condo ceiling.

"And I'm still broke." The boy joked, making you let out a giggle.

You were silent for another minute, your heart beating at a steady rhythm against your chest, content with Peter's answer.

You couldn't bare another day without physically seeing him, the daily routined phone calls not enough.

"I really miss you." You tell him with a soft tone, your eyes looking at the carpet of your bedroom before looking back at the phone, seeing Peter's face gleam.

"Yeah?" He asked with a smile.

"Mhm." You hummed. "I also can't wait to see you at school tomorrow." You confessed, your eyes half lidded, tiredness hitting you like an ocean wave.

"I miss you, and I too can't wait to see you at school tomorrow." Peter retorts, his smile only growing wider with each word he says.

"Wrap it up." A voice demands from Peter's end of the phone, making the boy jump in alert, as you just furrow your eyebrows.

"You both like each other. We get it. Hang up." Happy countered sternly and you fight back a laugh at his annoyance.

"There's no new ground being broken. I need my eight hours." The older man says, his voice muffled by the ventilator.

"Have you been listening this whole time?" Peter questioned.

"Hi Happy." You greet awkwardly.

"Uh, not by choice." The man admits, to which you do laugh at.

"Y/N says hi." Peter tells the grumpy man.

"Hello." He waves, slowly drifting off back into his slumber.

You two suppress your giggles after Happy falls asleep again. It only got harder since the mere thought of poor Happy listening to you two talk all sappy to each other, tortured him, and you could take a few guesses as to why.

You yawn after you both stop your laughter, the action not going unnoticed by Peter.

"You should probably get your eight hours in." The boy teased, you snort at his joke, nodding in agreement.

"You as well." You tell him, stretching the lower half of your body, once again shifting into a cosier position.

"Yeah, see you tomorrow, 'kay?" Peter agreed, and you could see the sleepiness in his eyes.

It was a wonder how it only took Happy breaking your conversation midway to make the two of you realize just how tired you were.

"Goodnight Peter." You reply, a lazy smile on your face.

"Goodnight." The boy says softly, the phone call coming to an end.

You stretch once more, putting your phone on the nightstand near your bed, turning over to get more comfier under your blanket, closing your eyes and picturing a world where you and your friends didn't have to go through the torment you were going through now.

Hopefully your school day wouldn't be as bad as you thought.

School was just as bad as you thought. As soon as you exit the car, there was a mob of either citizens or students swarming the front of the school.

You and MJ had to ride to school with Peter and Ned, via Happy's request because May feared the worst if you four weren't together when attending school. You were glad that she suggested it, because compared to how you imagined, it was chaos.

Chaos is probably a bit of a stretch, but when you were walking up to the school, there was people with homemade posters, claiming just how wrongly villainous Peter was, blaming the boy for Mysterio's death.

As mentioned before you weren't a people person, and you didn't do well in a large crowd, though this wasn't exactly your problem, you made it your problem because you knew Peter. You don't regret it one bit though. The one thing you wished for really was for the people to understand Peter's side of the story.

No one deserves to be wrongly accused for something they didn't do, but you knew how the world worked. People believed what they wanted to believe.

Your anxiety worsen as you walked side by side next to said person, Peter, your sister, MJ, and best friend Ned, closely behind the two of you.

You and Peter instinctively reached for each-other's hand, being one another's unsaid emotional support, guiding through the roaring crowds of people dreadfully.

People were either shouting your name, Peter's name, even Ned and MJ's. Some were saying things you couldn't quite hear, insults here and there, one civilian even asking you if you were going to have Peter's, "spider babies". You shivered at the thought.

Thankfully, a lady who guided you through the crowd, had made sure no one got too close to you or your friends.

"You know he's a murderer right?

"Peter. Do a TikTok with me."

"Mysterio forever!"

"Do a flip!"

Was all you heard as you walked by, your gaze worriedly going to Peter's who face was pinched with cringe, his strong urge to ignore the words being thrown at him.

When the four of you had finally arrive at the threshold of the front doors of Midtown, there was a few security guards waiting at the door, one with a body scanner.

The one with the body scanner, scans Peter, who after he was done attempted to wait for you and your friends, but obviously they wouldn't let him, and your face is evident in defeat.

"I'll see you inside, okay?" Peter reassures as a security guard body scans you, you give him a weak nod.

Soon after, MJ, and Ned get scanned as well, you waited inside the building patiently.

One of the front doors open, revealing MJ, who quickly goes over to hug you, her curly hair in a down do hairstyle, different from her common one you were so used to.

You quickly hug her back, embracing each-other for awhile before pulling back.

"You okay?" You ask her, she nods in response.

"Yeah, where's Peter?" She questioned.

"Class probably." You answer unsurely.

To be fair, you really had no idea where your boyfriend had went. You figured he'd be in class anyway, but not without going through expecting students that most likely lingered in the hallway.

It was your senior year you realize, this was supposed to be it. Instead you were doing everything but beaming with happiness as your final year finally rolled around.

"'S fine, we have him next period." She says, linking her arm with yours as the two of you wait for Ned.

You had no first period class with the two of them, but you decided on earlier in the car you all would walk each-other to your classes, but since the plan backfired, you just had to make do with what you got.

Ned arrives shortly, asking the both of you if you were okay, and you two tell him you were before dreadfully making your way to class.

When lunch finally came, Peter finds his way to you somehow through the expecting large crowds of people who lingered to gaze at him, some amazed that an actual superhero was attending their very school.

The boy had pleaded for the two of you to go someplace quiet, anywhere away from the pestering students inhabiting the school, it didn't take much convincing on your end.

Peter had taken you to the roof of the school, a place you knew was probably the most quietest the two of you had been to in what felt like forever.

"Can we just stay up here all day?" Peter asked from above you, you reading through a newspaper you had found on your way to school.

You two had been up here for five minutes, you resting your head in his lap as he relaxed above you, staring off thinking about only god knows what.

"It is so crazy down there." He tells you, and you hum in agreement, something in the newspaper article catching your eye, almost making you laugh out loud.

"Wait, 's one's good." You say with a small chuckle.

"Some suggest that Parker's power include male spider's ability to hypnotize females," You share with a more bigger chuckle, and from the corner of your eye you see Peter's face fall in disbelief. "Which he used to seduce Jones-Watson into his cult of personality." You finish in amusement, hearing Peter let out a groan.

"Oh, Come on. Stop, stop." He pleaded, and you mischievously smirk.

"Yes my spider king." You mock teasingly.

Peter shoots you a glare from above as you break out into a giggle, the boy soon chuckling as well.

Once the both of you stop your chortling, you sit up from where you rested in his lap, placing the newspaper next to your backpack, gazing at Peter who was already looking at you.

You notice the boy's stare shift from your eyes, trailing to your lips, and you can't help but do the same. Peter smoothly places one of his hands on your cheek, the warmth of it burning against your fair skin.

You already knew where this was going, you had been touched deprived from him for way too long, and you were finally happy the two of you got the alone time you deserved.

You close your eyes just as Peter does the same, both of you leaning in, your lips just inches away, you could feel his breath so close to yours, going in for what you needed most.

"Finally some privacy." Ned bursts through the exit door of the roof, MJ trailing behind him with her bag half on her shoulder.

You and Peter slowly pull away, the boy's hand falling from your face and you give him a sheepish look with a shrug, your eyes watching the two come sit across from you and Peter.

"It is so crazy down there." Ned says, shrugging off his backpack and you just nod in agreement as MJ looked in-between you and Peter.

"What were you two losers doing?" MJ questioned knowingly, narrowing her eyes.

"Nothing."

"Talking."

You give Peter a look, which only made MJ grow more in suspicion at what you were really up to.

Truth was, you were doing nothing, the only thing about to be done didn't happen, and you were talking at first, so not much of that was really a lie.

But thankfully your sister decides not to harass the two of you anymore, pulling out a book from her backpack, blocking the three of you out for the mean time.

"So, I was thinking.." Ned trails off, grabbing his backpack and unzipping the bag to dig through it.

"When we get into MIT, we should live together." The boy suggested as he pulled out his school laptop.

You smile at his words, nodding in agreement as did Peter.

"Yeah, for sure." The spider boy verbally agrees.

"Yeah, love that." MJ deadpans.

You ignore her, focusing your attention on the laptop that Ned had pulled out, showing the front page of MIT.

MJ looks up in curiosity, glancing at the laptop that was held on display for the three of you.

"This is gonna be us." Ned smiles.

"Sure." You say, whole heartedly agreeing with him.

"Minus the Frisbee and the smiling." MJ added, her face cringing at the mere image.

"MIT's obviously the dream, but if we match our backup schools, then either way we'll be in Boston." Peter countered with hope laced in his tone.

"New school, new town. I can Spider-Man there." The boy suggested, getting approving nods from MJ and Ned, turning his gaze to you and you shrug.

"They have crime in Boston, right?" Peter asked you absentmindly, you once again shrug, giving a verbal answer as well.

"Totally."

"Wicked crime" Ned adds in.

"It'll be like a fresh start." Peter states, still expectingly gazing upon you.

You reluctantly nod, sparing a glance at MJ, who's face fell from her grimace to a much more dreaded look.

Peter noticed the lack of the both of your hopeful faces, furrowing his eyebrows in wonder.

"What's up?" Peter questioned, darting his eyes in-between the two of you.

You told MJ about your doubts of the two of you getting to the same school, well not just the two of you, all of you, really. You never had a single doubt before, but now that the knowledge of Peter's secret identity was revealed, you feared that with you knowing him your chances would decrease.

You just wanted all of you to be in the same place at all times, safe and happy. It was easier said than done unfortunately.

"Nothing, it's just..." You trail off, not knowing how to word what you were feeling.

"If you expect disappointment, then you can never really get disappointed." You hear your sister say, the three of you turning your heads to look at the girl.

You nod at her words. It was something she would rarely say, this being the first time she shared her words to anyone in a long time.

"No, hey, come on." Peter says, taking a hold of your hand, before looking back at MJ.

"Be a fresh start, and we'll all be together." Peter reassured, his hold of your hand only tightening, showing you a reassuring smile.

There was something that lingered inside you at his words, you couldn't pinpoint it but you figured you best drop the uneasy feeling still stirring in your gut, giving your boyfriend a nod in agreement.

"Yeah, fresh start." You mutter, giving him a weak smile.

"Fresh start." Ned also says, placing his hand on top of yours and Peter's and when MJ didn't, the boy's other hand dragged her free one on top of his.

You had only hoped Peter's words were right. You couldn't bare another disappointment ensuing.

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measuringbliss · 3 months ago

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Spider-Man Read-Through 076 The Final Battle (SSM 78-80)

MASTERPOST

Black Cat's at the hospital. Spider-Man's been given a ultimatum. The Hobgoblin's around. Doc Ock's dangerous. What shall happen henceforth?!

Oh.

Aww.

Felicia says to Spidey that she intends to go straight (HA! Yes, I will keep laughing about this), and then...

Aww this is really cute.

DeWolff put a lot of cops there to protect Black Cat. Spidey asks them to be careful, then a cop asks DeWolff who he is to order them around, to which she replies: "He's New York's finest."

Damn right.

Peter goes back to the Bugle, thinking he doesn't have much money left, even though by all accounts he absolutely should since Robbie gave him a nice lump of money very recently. Continuity...? Oh well. At least, that means I get to see Peter's handsome face more <3

Peter's becoming pretty pissed off about Jameson's treatment of him, and he says "My photos are good, and I know it!"

Good for him. He even takes a cab all the way to ESU. Oooh, he's angry. I love that.

We get the obligatory one-panel cameo of Peter's colleagues. He asks if the results have been posted yet (honey it's been one day) and when Dr Sloan says "you think you have a chance, bitch?", Peter answers "actually yes I do, because I'm gonna be a great motherfucking physician one day!". This is an exact, word-by-word transcription of their exchange. (I may have added a few insults.)

Peter's actually had it with university. I completely get it. I had that breakdown a few times into my uni years, but particularly when I came back from abroad and had to redo the year and found out my classes in my mother country were infinitely more boring, uninteresting than the past year. I ended up going to maybe 15% of the classes, got my diploma, and got the hell out of there because I just could not be bothered anymore (there were added circumstances but you're not here for my life story, however fascinating it is).

So I completely get it. I don't think Peter's going to go in that direction, however. It's sort of painted as a consequence of his feelings for Felicia. He even considers telling her his secret identity! I know how that one goes, but like, yeah, Peter, you really need to.

Meanwhile, Doc Ock's "stronger than ever" (groundbreaking) and destroys sewer people. Somewhere else, Boomerang (???) and the Punisher (?????????) are in prison.

Yessssss! We love to see them.

I was going to beg the writer to let Peter chill out with his friends, but thankfully that wasn't necessary. Hey, remember when he hung out with them at the Coffee Bean and whatnot? Where he didn't constantly excuse himself and at least had *some* social life?

At a Thai restaurant, Peter toasts to friendship.

Oooooh this is great. Peter goes to see May and hugs her, then gives her money and says goodbye to her and Nathan. He then says that "he's said goodbye to everyone who means anything to him". Uh... Where's MJ, Pete?

Back at the hospital, Spidey's ready to reveal his secret identity to Black Cat, who understood that Doc Ock's coming back, but she stops him. Not here. Not now. Besides, she likes her men mysterious.

Well, that doesn't bode well for the future, does it, Peter?

Then Ock arrives.

I'm confused, but also amused. Why in the hell would Boomerang even matter hahaha

I thought that was a great issue.

Right as #79 starts...

What an opening. If there's one thing I appreciate with Ock battles, it's the various perspectives we get.

We also get...

...this. That's a funny gag.

The action scene is outstanding, and DeWolff tries her very best to get Felicia away from them.

...

GIRL. Gosh, she's very lovable. Thankfully, Spidey catches her.

And Spidey wins.

He's a bit of a shonen hero. The corny lines can stay.

What's next?

Uh-huh.

Jameson thinks he needs to prove to Marla that he's still a capable man, so he wants a good story.

God he's so hot...

Ahem.

This issue is fun, Jameson investigates, he notably makes a deal with the Kingpin (which closes that Ben Urich storyline rather smartly) and keeps getting saved by Spider-Man without noticing it (until the end, where he understands).

This is oddly heartwarming.

This, on the other hand, is... complicated. Not sure what I should take from that. It's ironic, but aside from that?

In the letters, "verde" finds that they don't like Peter Parker anymore, and their argument is extremely fair. Bill Mantlo seems taken aback. I'm certainly not.

Still, an interesting issue I guess.

#spider-man #peter parker #j jonah jameson #black cat #doc ock #comics #comic book

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icerosecrystal · 4 years ago

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Jasonette - A Second Chance Pt. 1

This one-shot contains major character death as well as blood and violence. BTW, to clear up their ages at the beginning of the story.

Alfred: IMMORTAL, MY CHILDREN

Bruce: 44

Dick: 29

Jason: 24

Marinette: 23

Tim: 21

Damian: 14

(Marinette’s POV)

Ladybug had failed all of Paris. She had gone into today’s battle, thinking that she and her partner Chat Noir would work together to defeat Hawkmoth. But, right when she had asked Chat Noir to take Hawkmoth’s miraculous, he froze. He then did the worst thing she could imagine he laughed. Chat then walked up to Hawkmoth while Hawkomth chuckled, “Little Bug, even your partner doesn’t support you anymore. Just give up.”

Ladybug froze, her mind racing. Her partner had betrayed her. He had decided that the cause they had been fighting for the last decade was no longer worth the fight. (I was going to make you’ll do the math, but then I saw I already told you Marinette’s age above, lmao.) She screamed in frustration and then shouted, “ Never!”

Ladybug or Marinette was a great fighter, especially after having been in the superhero gig for so long. But, Chat Noir was also pretty good, and he was allied with both Mayura and Hawkmoth. It was safe to say that the odds weren’t looking well for Marinette. She was growing tired, and Tikki didn’t have much energy left within her.

That’s when it happened, Marinette made a mistake. The next thing she knew, Hawkmoth had her pinned to the ground and had pulled off her miraculous, consequently revealing her identity. Hawkmoth handed over her miraculous to Chat Noir, who put it on. Chat, then turned into a deep purple, and a voice asked him, “What do you wish for, oh young one?”

Chat replied, “I wish for the rebirth of my mom, Emilie Agreste.” Marinette’s heart stopped. Her ex-partner was Adrien Agreste. And if he’s assisting Hawkmoth, that must mean that Hawkmoth is Gabriel Agreste, her idol. Then Natalie Sancoeur must be Mayura. Marinette came to those conclusions in a matter of seconds. But, after a minute, she started feeling sluggish. She felt her heartbeat slow down. She was so tired. She just wanted to sleep forever. She didn’t feel so good at this point. Through her blurry vision, she saw a woman that looked like Adrien’s Mother appear. As Emilie returned to full consciousness, that’s when Marinette started losing consciousness. The last thing that she heard in a whisper was, “ A life for a life, that was the price.” Before she closed her eyes, succumbing her body and mind to the darkness that lay ahead.

(Talia POV)

Talia Al-Ghul was expecting a lot of things today. What she was not expecting was to find Paris in a mid-battle, for one of the heroes partners to betray them, the villains winning, and then said hero dying. She looked at the body of the girl that everyone was staring at and thought she didn’t deserve to die like this, plus she might be useful to the league. Talia pulled up her mask to cover her face and then blended in with the shadows. No one actually so her until she grabbed the girl and disappeared. Her actions prompted a lot of commotion back at the battle location.

Talia boarded her plane, carrying the body in her arms. She was slightly worried about the potential effects the Lazarus pit could have on her. She had experienced the worse side-effects, courtesy of one Jason Peter Todd-Wayne. Talia could still remember his screams as he clawed his way out of the Lazarus Pit and started to attack all the assassins with the intent to kill anyone and everyone. They had barely managed to restrain him. She hoped that this girl would not receive similar side-effects. But, based on the amount of trauma and betrayal she held within her like Jason, it would be inevitable.

Once Talia arrived at the league with the dead girl, she walked out of the plane got some bandages. Talia then took the girl, or rather Marinette. She found out from a face scan that pulled up all her legal documents as well as her background information, to her father, Ra’s. Once she arrived before her father, she bowed her head in respect for him.

“Ahhh, daughter, you’ve returned. And who is this you’ve acquired.”

Talia answered, “Her name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng, twenty-three-years-old, and an excellent fighter. She lived in Paris, France, and was the main hero. Today was the final battle, and her partner ended up betraying her, getting her killed in the process.” She then handed over all of Marinette’s legal documentation as well as her background info to her father.

Ra’s looked through it and then asked, “How would she be a useful asset to the league?”

Talia responded, “After what happened with Marinette, she would have a thirst for revenge on the people that wronged her. I’m enunciating that we can use that to our advantage. The only problem is that Marinette carries around a lot of trauma, betrayal, and loneliness like Jason Todd. I’m concerned that she might have the same reaction for dipping in the pit.”

Ra’s nodded, considering the idea and agreeing that a person with the thirst for revenge would be a useful addition to the league.

Talia watched Ra’s, hoping to get an idea of what he was thinking. He then beckoned for her to follow him. He leads her to the Lazarus Pit, and Talia now knew that Ra’s supported her decision. She put Marinette down and wrapped her in bandages before dipping her in the pit. What happens next is alarming.

Marinette has the same reaction as Jason. This time though, everyone was ready. Talia quickly took hold of her and started whispering how she got to her destination and how she came back to life. Unlike Jason, though, Marinette doesn’t have as much of a temper, which helps Talia efficiently calm her down faster. Talia then tells Marinette, “Would you like to be an Assasin and fix those who have wronged you?”

Talia wasn’t asking. They would force Marinette if she refused, but they wanted to be her ally rather than as her foe. But what would she choose?

(Marinette’s POV)

A burning sensation was all Marinette felt. But she was supposed to be dead. So, what was she doing alive she got out of the green ooze that she was inside. Marinette frantically looked around while clawing the bandages on her to get rid of the burning sensation. When it didn’t work, she tried to claw her way out of the goop to ease the burning until someone caught her around her middle. The same person took her out of the green goop and started whispering reassurance in her ear. Marinette relaxed until the women asked a question that would change everything, “Would you like to be an Assasin and fix those who have wronged you?”

The logical side of her brain argued that she shouldn’t yield herself to killing others, that it was wrong. The other side of Marinette’s brain felt hazy from dipping into the ooze. It was also hazy because of her grief, pain, betrayal, trauma, and loneliness argued that revenge was the only way to go. She slowly let the murky part of her brain take over until revenge felt like eating ice cream on a hot summer day, great. She nodded her head in agreement with the proposition. The woman smiled and then introduced herself as Talia Al-Ghul, the demon head’s daughter. She spent the rest of the day explaining everything about the league to Marinette. Talia also explained rules that applied specifically to her. By the end of the day, Marinette had an outfit that she would use on missions and during training. Talia then left Marinette to settle in. Marinette looked around the room and sighed, getting ready for experiencing this every day from now on.

(Four months time skip)

It had been four months since Marinette became a member of the league of assassins. And as expected, she was a valuable member of the order. Her need for revenge drove her to work harder on missions.

One morning, Talia awoke Marinette with some news. “You will be going to Gotham to check on my son, who should be 14 now. You will observe how he communicates with his family, and if there any problems arise, you will assist them. Report back to me every day, understand?”

Marinette nodded, “Yes, Mistress.” Talia nodded back and then left to get the plane ready. Marinette wore her usual assassin outfit.

Marinette then went outside and stood before Talia. Shed waited for Talia to give her to okay to board the plane. Once she did, they both got on and reviewed everything they knew about Damian and the Waynes. By the time they arrived in Gotham, Marinette had memorized the information of every single Wayne. She said goodbye to Talia and tracked down Damian, watching him from afar in the shadows.

(Time Skip of a Week)

It had been a week since Marinette started observing Damian. She had to say that he was growing soft. Although, it had been four years since Damian was under league supervision. Everything was going all right on the bat’s patrol until it wasn’t.

The bat family was fighting some thugs at the docks when a thug snuck behind Damian, or rather Robin, and shot him in the stomach. Damian fell to the ground in pain, but still alive. This action provoked Marinette to let out a deep, feral growl. She then grabbed some of her throwing stars and launched them at the thug, effectively killing him in the process. Her actions lead the bat clan to shift their attention to her. They quickly fought off the remaining thugs. They then walked up to a bleeding Damian and Marinette standing in front of him as if to guard him.

Batman then asked, “Who are you, and why are you here?”

Marinette answered, “My name is Dark Angel. I was sent by Mistress Talia to look after Damian for a little bit and see how he’s fitting in.”

Batman then stated, “You killed the man.”

Marinette shrugged, “It comes with the job description. I’m an assassin. You know, a murderer who targets people that would be better off dead?”

Batman sighed, “Nobody is better off dead.”

Marinette shrugged again, so done with this conversation, “Speak for yourself.”

(Jason’s POV, sorry for the abrupt change)

Jason stared at the woman in front of him, who must be his age. He recognized her behavior from somewhere. Jason suddenly realized where he had seen this behavior before he exhibited this demeanor after he came back to life. That meant that she had died, and Talia was using her want for revenge like the league used his.

Jason asked, no stated, “You died.”

Dark Angel stiffened, “Who wants to know?” Yup, her reaction confirmed his suspicions she had died and was then brought back by the Lazarus Pit. Most likely recently by how raw her emotions still were.

Jason walked up slowly to her and remarked, “You died and later brought back to the Lazarus Pit. You probably have a thirst for revenge. I can see a lot of you in me. I can help you.” He tried to be as gentle as possible, which was hard considering his character.

Dark Angel backed away while shaking her head, frantically", No, you know NOTHING ABOUT ME! YOU DON’T KNOW THE BETRAYAL, THE TRAUMA. YOU KNOW NOTHING!!!“ She then ran away, trying to get away from the Bat Clan.

Jason looked over at Bruce, or Batman, with determination clear, in his eyes, "I’m going to go find her.”

Batman nodded, “Take RR and Nightwing with you. I’m going to take Robin back to the Bat cave, where Agent A can patch him up. Once you find her, bring her to the cave so that we can talk with her.”

Jason then nodded and grappled in the direction that Dark Angel went, with Red Robin and Nightwing following in his wake. After running for a little bit, they caught sight of her blending in with the shadows. They decided to split up to cover more ground. Jason ran as fast as he could along the rooftops when he finally caught sight of Dark Angel. She looked to be crying. When she saw him, she jumped off the roof and opened a portal falling through. Jason jumped after her and barely went through in time. He then fell on top of something and groaned. Jason got up and looked around. He realized that he was standing on the Eiffel Tower, was he in Paris?

(Marinette’s POV)

After Jason or Red Hood confronted her and tried to compare herself to him, she ran. She started crying, the emotions too overwhelming to not cry. Marinette cried for a little bit. But, she then caught sight of Red Hood running up to her. She glared at him and asked Kaakki to open a portal. A week after she had managed to become an assassin, she had returned to her room and got the miracle box back in her possession. Talia had no idea, and Marinette had no desire to tell her.

She jumped through the portal, she landed on the Eiffel Tower, and took a deep breath. Behind her, she heard a loud thud and then a groan. She whipped around to find that the idiot Red Hood had followed her through the portal. She saw him get up and look around before a look of realization spread through his face. Marinette saw him look at her. She quickly ran away. She felt him running after her. But she had a mission, and she wasn’t going to stop until she accomplished it. Marinette’s mission the demise of everyone that ever hurt Marinette.

She ran to the Agreste Mansion and went through Adrien’s open window. She saw him sitting at his computer happily looking at something. That asshole, he killed her and was enjoying life himself. “Adrien,” she crooned sweetly, “How are you? Are you having a good time since you got your mother back by killing someone else?”

Adrien looked frightened, “How do you know that?”

She walked up to him, hips swaying. She then pulled out her dagger and slid her finger across the blade, “I know a lot of things about you. Like how you are a selfish, asshole.” She then pulled him closer to her and put the dagger to his neck. “You deserve to die, slowly and painfully, and I will happily help you.”

Before Adrian could scream for anyone, Marinette had already stabbed him in the stomach where his lungs were. She was going to do his heart or behead him, but that let him off too easy. The look of pure horror etched onto his face as he fell on the floor with blood all over him, and the floor had Marinette smirking. She grabbed the cat miraculous off of Adrien’s finger and the ladybug miraculous off of his ears. She knew that Red Hood was behind her, but she couldn’t care less.

Next, Marinette went looking for Gabriel and Natalie. It looked like Emilie was out right now. So, Marinette wouldn’t kill her. She also didn’t take part in killing her. She found Gabriel and Natalie in the house’s atelier. Once they saw her, they prepared to attack her. But she had already whipped out a gun and had shot both of them. She had tried to shoot them approximately below where their heart was. As Marinette got closer to examine them, she realized that she had damn good aim. The bullets had hit them directly in the area she was hoping. Close enough to kill them, but far enough to cause them pain. Their blood was gushing out of them, and Marinette could tell that they would die. She grabbed the butterfly miraculous and the peacock miraculous. She brought Adrien downstairs to lie next to his family. Marinette then went back into the shadows with Red Hood following her right as Emilie arrived.

Marinette watched as Emilie looked at her dead family and started sobbing. Emilie then took notice of the note next to them.

It read:

THEY TOOK A LIFE, AND NOW I DESERVE TO TAKE THEIR LIFE FROM THEM IN TURN. EMILIE, YOU ARE SPARED BECAUSE YOU TOOK NO PART IN ANYTHING.

~DARK ANGEL

Marinette watched Emilie drop down to her knees and continue wailing while crushing the note in her hand. Marinette watched closely, and she wondered if her parents did the same or if they replaced her like everyone else. She shook the thought off and then went to another house, the house of Liar Rossi.

Marinette her house, and went around it trying to find the liar. She found Lila in her room, practicing her crying. Marinette smirked to herself. She always knew that Lila had to practice crying with how many crocodile tears she let loose every day. She snuck up behind Lila and whispered, “I’ll give you a real reason to cry.”

Lila stopped her tears and turned around, scared out of her mind. “Who are you?”

Marinette snickered, “I’m Dark Angel, or more specifically, you’re worst nightmare.”

Lila started crying again, except this time, her tears weren’t as fake as her life. “PLEASE DON’T HURT ME, I’LL DO ANYTHING! I HAVE A LOT OF INFORMATION ABOUT THIS COUNTRY’S GOVERNMENT!”

Marinette took a knife out and ran it across Lila’s skin, causing a scream out of her, “Here’s the thing, Ms. Rossi. You are extremely selfish. You were willing to sell out your country just like that. Plus, I know you’re lying. It doesn’t take a genius to figure it out. So, here’s the deal, the more you lie, the more I torture you.”

Lila spent the next thirty minutes telling lies. When Marinette knew she would be confessing, she gave Lila’s phone to Red Hood so that he could film her confession. Lila then broke, “OKAY OKAY, I AM SO SORRY!!! I DON’T KNOW ANY OF THE CELEBRITIES I CLAIM I DO. I DON’T HAVE TINNITUS EITHER! MARINETTE DUPAIN-CHENG WASN’T BULLYING ME, I BULLIED HER. I THREATENED HER IN THE FIRST PLACE WHEN SHE FOUND OUT MY LIES AND THREATENED TO TAKE AWAY ALL HER FRIENDS. I SUCCEEDED. I WAS ALSO WORKING WITH HAWKMOTH AND HELPED MAKE ADRIEN WHO WAS CHAT NOIR BETRAY LADYBUG!!! NOW PLEASE DON’T KILL ME!!!”

Marinette sneered and said, “Don’t worry, I won’t kill you.” Lila looked at her in hope until she stabbed Lila in the stomach, saying, “Oops, I lied.”

As Lila died, Marinette went to Red Hood and took the phone from his editing the video before sending it to all of Lila’s contacts. When she sent it to Alya, she asked her to post the video on the Lady blog before watching it. She then looked over at Red Hood, who was looking at her in shock. “Don’t worry, pretty boy. I’m not assassinating anyone else. Just torturing them.”

She then went to each of her classmates’ houses and tortured them, depending on how loyal they were to Lila. The person who Marinette tortured the least was Juleka, and the person that she tortured the most was Alya. Once Marinette had finished torturing all of her ex-classmates, she looked over to Red Hood and said, “Okay, I’m ready to go now.”

Red Hood looked at her, confused, “If you were going to go with me either way, why did you run?”

She shrugged, “Your clan had found me out. I wanted people dead. Plus, I was emotional as hell after your whole speech. I also still need to check up on Damian.”

(3rd Person POV)

Red Hood nodded and beckoned for her to open a portal. Marinette did so, and they both dropped through, ending up in the Bat cave. Their sudden appearance surprised all of the current occupants of the cave. Marinette walked up to Damian and asked him, “Are you okay?”

Damian replied, “Tt, ” and then nodded in affirmation.

Before Marinette could say anything else, Batman told her, “I now want you to explain to us who you are, why you’re here. Got it!” He then gave her the Bat glare in case she wouldn’t listen to him.

Marinette nodded and then spoke, “Hi, my assassin name is Dark Angel. My birth name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng.” A flash of recognition flashed through everyone’s faces. Unbeknownst to Marinette, Hawkmoth had been broadcasting the final battle. Everyone had seen when Hawkmoth had revealed her identity and when she had died. “I was a superhero in Paris. My partner and I were in the final battle when I found out that he had betrayed me and Hawkmoth’s side and was playing me this whole time. The villains won, and they made a wish to revive a dead person. In return, someone else had to die. In this case, it was me. The next thing I know, my whole body feels like it’s burning, and I’m inside of a pit full of green goop. Mistress Talia promised me revenge for the people that had hurt me. I excepted her offer. Since then, I’ve been an assassin for four months now, training every single day for hours. Talia told me to watch your family for a little bit as a mission, which was what I was doing until Damian got shot. You know the rest.”

Red Robin looked at her skeptically, “Where did you and Red Hood go when we tried to find you.”

Marinette looked at Red Hood before carefully answering, “I had some business in Paris, so to speak.”

Nightwing then asked, “And what was this "business” and how the hell did you get to Paris?“

Marinette sighed, rubbing her forehead to ease the throbbing, "You’re not going to let this go, are you?” When she saw everyone shake their head, she answered, “Fine. I was able to get to Paris because I have a miraculous that can open portals.” She showed them the miraculous and then demonstrated it to them. “Once I got to Paris, I committed my revenge. I killed my old partner, Hawkmoth, and Mayura. I also killed a liar who took away everything from me and was also working with Hawkmoth. I also exposed the liar. Finally, I tortured all of my old friends. Yay, I told you everything. Can I go now?”

Everyone looked at her, horrified that she was talking so casually as if she hadn’t just admitted to murderer and torture. Before anyone could say anything, Red Hood shouted, “No!” While taking off his helmet.

Marinette looked at him in irritation, “No? And why fucking not?”

Jason looked over at her, “Because I’m not letting Talia use you anymore.”

Marinette sighed, knowing he was right. Now that she had gotten her revenge, her mind was a lot more clear, and she realized why Talia wanted her to be an assassin in the first place. “Fine, so I’m staying here?” Everyone nodded, still in a daze from everything they just learned.

Marinette shook her head, and Alfred (THE AMAZING GOD THAT HE IS) came into the Bat Cave when Marinette was going to ask someone to lead her upstairs. As Marinette walked upstairs, she hoped that things would work out for her.

(one month time skip)

Marinette had been staying with the Bat Fam or rather Waynes for a month now. She honest to kwami had no idea how they were still alive. The number of times they pulled a weapon on each other was frightening, to be honest. As she got to know each of them, they felt more like her brothers and father, except for one person, Jason damn Todd. She really liked him. He was so gentle with her, and at first, she didn’t understand why. But one day, Jason told her his backstory. To her surprise, it was similar to hers. Once she figured that out, they connected on a whole other level. In fact, they had both sworn that they would try not to kill again. And naturally, the one guy who will probably ever understand her, she had to have a crush on.

Another problem was Talia Al-Ghul. She still hadn’t come to find Marinette. So she was either planning something big. OR SHE WAS DEAD! What, a girl could dream. Marinette then heard a crash downstairs. She ran downstairs and what she saw had her reeling. Talia was in the middle of the living room, playing with her dagger. Once she saw Marinette, she smirked, “Marinette, you’re here. We can go back to the league now.”

Marinette shook her head, ��I like living here, and I don’t want to leave.”

The smile that was on Talia’s face disappeared, “Even if you do like it here, you still have to get revenge on the people that wronged you.”

Marinette clicked her tongue, “That’s the thing, I already did revenge on them. I killed the main ones and tortured the rest.”

Talia yelled in defeat, “Well, if you won’t come back, then you’ll just die!” (I know I made Talia super sweet at the start of the story. But let’s face it. She’s a manipulator and a bitch) She then charged Marinette with her dagger in hand. But before she could reach Marinette, she was dead on the floor with multiple bullet holes going through her.

Marinette, with a gun in her hand, sank to her knees sobbing. The Wayne family, having heard the gunshots, hurried to the first floor. There they found a sobbing Marinette and a dead Talia. Jason hurried to Marinette and pulled her into his arms. “Hey, Pixie, what’s wrong?” Marinette shook her head, still sobbing. The rest of the family, seeing that Marinette wasn’t calming down, decided to give some words of support before taking Talia out of the room and cleaning the blood.

Jason picked up Marinette, who was clinging to his leather jacket and took her upstairs to his room. He whispered soothing words in her ear the whole way. Once they arrived, he put her down on the bed and cuddled her, “Marinette, Pixie, Baby, I need you to tell me what’s wrong so I can help you.”

Marinette’s sobbing started dying down. Eventually, it was only an occasional tear with some hiccups and sniffs. “I made a promise that I wouldn’t kill anymore. I broke that promise. Deep down, I really am a murderer.” She started sobbing again.

Jason sighed and crooned to her, “Oh, baby. Do you really think that? I used to murderer people all the time. Does that still make me a murderer? No! It doesn’t make you a murderer either.”

He then started kissing her cheek, her eyelids, her button-nose, her forehead, her head, her jaw. He trailed kisses down her neck while speaking, “I- love-you-so-much. And nothing-is ever-going- to change-that. You- are not- a- murderer.” He then planted a fervent kiss on her lips, which she deepened.

They continued kissing until Marinette broke away to say, “I love you too. You helped me so much when I was broken.”

Jason looked at her in the eyes with a raw intensity, “Then if you love me, never blame yourself for what happened to you.”

She smiled softly, “I promise”, before kissing him once more, with a deep passion.

He pulled away this time and told her, “You have a chance to have a second chance at life. Not many people get that. Use that second chance to fulfill everything you ever wanted. Leave the past behind. Be who you really are. Who you were before everything. But move into the future, with me by your side.”

“A second chance,” Marinette whispered, “A second chance.” Before kissing him once more. She was going to be okay. They had each other, and they were going to get through everything together. Together no matter what, they were going to give themselves a second chance, and they were going to spend every second of it together.

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Secret Identity (Peter Parker x Reader)

Characters: Peter Parker, Miles Morales, May Parker

Fandom: PS4 Spiderman

Tags: Secrets, protectiveness

Warnings: Briefs descriptions of injury and blood

Word Count: 2,7k words

Summary: Y/N realizes Peter is behaving strangely, though nothing seeems to make sense until Spiderman appears on Y/N’s house, needing their help.

A/N: I don’t know if anyone actually reads these or not, but anyway. I love some parts of this but I feel kind of insecure about this as a whole, so it would be lovely to get some feedback about it, pretty please? And do reblog if you enjoy it!!!

Peter Parker x Gender Neutral Reader

Peter Parker, always so busy… but you didn’t mind dropping by to meet him. You missed your friend, and since it was hard to catch him sometimes, you didn’t mind going out of your way. Besides, maybe you could give a hand while you were there.

When you arrived at F.E.A.S.T., you went directly to the kitchen where Peter was usually helping his aunt. But there was only May there, so you went to say hello.

“Hi, May” You greeted her as you approached her on the table. “Do you need some help?”

“Oh, no, thank you” She smiled at you, dedicating you a quick glance before returning to her vegetables. “If you’re looking for Peter, he’s right there”

Following the direction she absently pointed at, you saw him in the main area talking to Miles. Seeing Peter made your day, as usual. You smiled at the sight of him, at the way he kindly patted his friend’s shoulder with a beautiful bright smile.

“Thanks, I’ll go talk to him” You told his aunt, and went to meet with him.

It had only been a couple of days since you last saw him, but you were so excited that the smile stayed on your lips as you went to stand next to them. He glanced your general direction as you approached, and he had to do a double take when he recognized you.

“Hey, Y/N!” Peter smiled, like every time you met. “Wasn’t expecting to see you today”

Miles smiled at you to reciprocate the gesture, even if he did in an amused way.

“Hello” He glanced from you and back to Peter. “I have to, uh… go help May”

“Thanks” You chuckled, knowing he was just trying to let you two chat.

“What are you doing here?” Peter seemed surprised, yet his smile lingered like yours did.

“I was hoping to go for lunch with someone” You nudged him a little. “You know, talk for a bit? Do that thing that friends do… uh, hang out? It’s that what it’s called?”

“Okay…” He rolled his eyes a little, still amused by your playful tone. “I know I haven’t answered your calls, but-“

“You’re busy, I know” You punched him in the shoulder, still in a joking manner. “I just miss you, Parker”

Peter winced in an exaggerated way, teasing you as always, and held that spot. This time it was you who rolled your eyes.

“Okay” Peter laughed a little. “Just let me say bye to May and then we can leave”

You had just exited the building when Peter suddenly gasped. You frowned, worried about his mild outburst. It was then when you heard a voice behind you, causing you to turn around in alarm despite his friendly tone.

“Peter!” It was a man dressed in a black and white suit, bearing a kind expression.

“Mr. Li…” Pete replied, although in a much drier tone. You opened your mouth to ask what the matter was. However, Peter suddenly put an arm around you and held you by the waist.

“Thanks for dropping by today” Mr. Li, whose name you remembered hearing from both Pete and May as being the man behind F.E.A.S.T., lingered on his friendly tone. He seemed unfazed by Peter’s uncharacteristic coldness.

“Sure” He merely replied, never taking his eyes off him.

“Who’s this?” The man looked at you, which caused Peter to press you against his side while still staring at Mr. Li.

“That’s Y/N”

“I see. Nice to meet you, Y/N”

“You t-“ You were about to hold out your hand to shake his, but Peter squeezed your hip with surprising force, which caused you to lower your arm.

“Well, I have to go” Mr. Li still smiled, apparently oblivious to his whole demeanor. “Take care of your… friend”

“I will” Peter assured, following the man with his gaze as he walked away. His jaw was suddenly clenched so much that the bone stood out under the skin. Your heart began racing, knowing something was definitely wrong.

“Pete?” You piped up, barely daring to raise your voice.

“Yeah” He absently replied, still looking at the point Mr. Li disappeared to.

“You’re hurting me, Peter” You tapped his hand, still tightly holding on to your waist.

“Oh!” He immediately released you, seemingly returning to his usual warm self. “Sorry”

“What’s wrong?” When your eyes met, you discovered something new in his, a certain seriousness that you hadn’t experienced before.

“He’s dangerous” He muttered, glancing to that far off spot again.

“But he runs things at F.E.A.S.T., and he looks so nice!”

“He’s not, believe me”

“How do you know?”

“I just do”

There was a tense pause in which Peter took a deep breath. Then turned to you again and gently put his hands on your shoulders. Even that soft gesture seemed to hold an incredible sense of urgency.

“I gotta run, sorry about lunch” He tried to show you a smile, but failed miserably. “Go home, I’ll see you soon”

“What’s going on? You’re scaring me, Pete”

“It’s nothing, just go home”

“No, I won’t leave until you tell me-“

“It’ll be alright” His haste seemed to subside for just a second in which he tenderly stared into your eyes. “Just… trust me, okay?”

“Okay” You nodded your head, much to his relief. He visibly sighed and relaxed his shoulders. “Call me later, will you?”

“Will do” As a goodbye, Peter gave you a friendly kiss in the cheek before running off.

You stood there, watching him leave in a rush. There was something strange happening and you weren’t sure you truly wanted to know what it was. You were too scared to know.

Heeding Peter’s odd warning, you went home and stayed there. It had started to drizzle, and the pitter-patter of the rain that fell against the glass of your window filled the bedroom. Sitting in your desk, you tried to distract yourself from what had happened a few hours ago. Despite your efforts, you obsessively glanced at your phone waiting for Peter’s call.

Just when you were looking at the screen for the tenth time, a noise startled you.

“Ah!” You exclaimed, turning to the window, where the sound came from.

“Hey…” A muffled voice said as the person knocked on the glass again.

You gawked at the image. Spiderman was standing outside your window. He was there, and you had to rub your eyes to make sure you weren’t seeing things. What was Spiderman doing at your house?

“S-Spiderman!” You quickly ran to the window and opened it. “Are you lost?”

He stumbled inside as soon as you did, shielding himself from the bad weather. Blending in with the raindrops, a crimson liquid began staining your floor. That immediately gathered your attention to Spiderman’s side, where his suit was torn and a fresh deep-looking wound was bleeding profusely.

You pointed a finger to his abdomen, opening your mouth to ask him about it. What had happened? Would he be okay? Did he need you to call someone? What…?

“No…” He breathed out, struggling to keep his balance. “I made it”

And then he collapsed, limply falling to the floor. Your hands flew to your mouth in startle, stifling a scream, and you threw yourself to help him. As you knelt down beside him, you froze for a moment, not knowing what to do. Then, of a sudden, you wondered again why none other than Spiderman was in your house. In all of New York, he could have gone anywhere. Why go to you? Was it a coincidence? What if… what if it was deliberate? What if he knew exactly where he was going, who he was asking help from?

“No way…” You whispered, moved by a hunch. On an instinct, your hand moved up. “It can’t be…”

As your fingers shakily gripped the end of his mask, your mind was boiling with thoughts. All of them seemed to point to the same thing, and to the same person. It was like all the pieces of a puzzle you didn’t know you were trying to solve were finally coming together. You pulled at the mask to reveal his face and…

“Peter…” You gasped, watching your passed-out friend. “It’s you…”

His face was pale, sweaty and filled with bruises, but it was him. His messy brown hair stuck to his forehead and temples because of the sweat, dirt and dry blood that gathered on his skin from all of those small cuts. But it was him.

Now that you knew about his secret identity, everything made sense. Why he was always late, why he seemed so busy and why he acted strange. Especially, his caution about Mr. Li. It wasn’t Peter Parker being suspicious of him. It was Spiderman having certainties about whatever crimes that man had committed.

“I have to do something” You nervously said to yourself, panicking as you tried to put some order into your thoughts. It had been alarming enough to see an injured Spiderman in your bedroom, but the situation only worsened when you realized him and Peter were the same person. Pete was hurt, and he might be dying. Your friend needed you.

Not wanting to stay on the floor, you sneaked your arms under his armpits and tried to hoist him up. You grunted, finding him a lot heavier than you thought. Then you moved him, dragging him to the bed and hoping you were strong enough to lift him up just enough to lay him down. Once there, you would do your best to treat his wound.

Blood, there was blood in your hands. It stained your fingers and your palms. Your heart raced at top speed. It was the only thing you could hear, even over the loud sound of your frantic breathing. It was trying to tell you something was missing. Something you should be focusing your entire attention on. A blur or red and blue passed your field of vision, making you feel like you couldn’t breathe. Spiderman was swinging around the city, leaving a trail of crimson while he did. He was hurt, why would no one help him?! Then you realized… it wasn’t only Spiderman, but Peter. He was bleeding. Peter was bleeding, he was dying, he…

You sighed when a warm hand stroke your head. Finding comfort in that gentle touch, you urgently squeezed what you were holding. As that hand shook you slightly, your mind began understanding you had been dreaming and it started pulling you into reality once more.

“Y/N” A voice gingerly called you, one that you knew well.

“Huh?” You mumbled, still dazed and sleep. Nonetheless, you raised your head and looked at him. “What…?”

Slowly, you came to your senses. That heartbeat in your dream wasn’t your own, it was Peter’s. It was what you heard, as your head had been resting over his chest, your ear pressed over his heart. It was a relief that it was still beating. You were also relieved, as you glanced down at his abdomen, to see that all that blood was part of the past.

“Peter?” You smiled, suddenly reinvigorated at the sight of him. “Pete, you’re okay!”

“Hi” He weakly smiled at you, although his meek expression drastically shifted. “Wait”

Peter touched his face, probably noticing he wasn’t wearing his mask. That reminded you of everything that happened. How Spiderman, or should you say Peter, had stumbled into your bedroom, hurt and bloody. You had done a terrible job at healing his wound, as you confirmed when you looked at the crappy bandage on his torso again. Still, it had done the work and it had stopped the bleeding.

“It’s okay” You comforted him, squeezing what you realized was his hand. “Sorry that I took your mask off”

“I should have known you would” He chuckled, even if that sound was a shadow of its former self. “You would have found out sooner or later anyway”

“How are you feeling?” You rubbed your eyes, feeling silly for having fallen asleep. All your bones and muscles ached from the posture, as you were still sitting at the chair by the bed, leaning down on him.

“I’m good” He grunted, doing an enormous effort to sit up. “I gotta-“

“Don’t you dare” You scolded him, not losing a second in pushing him back down. “You almost died, you’re not going anywhere”

Peter watched you, frowning and bearing an absolute sadness in his eyes. He took your hand again, the gesture holding great urgency and emotion, and sighed.

“Sorry for worrying you, I didn’t know where else to go”

“I’m just glad you made it in time”

“Yeah, it was fun swinging when the buildings were moving. It was a challenge”

You rolled your eyes, even if you were used to his bad jokes to break the tension.

“That’s not funny, Parker”

“Parker, huh? That’s not good”

“I’m serious… Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I wanted to, but…”

You stared at him, and the longer you looked the more you read his thoughts and the more you realized… he was scared. Telling you his secret was complicated and risky, and he had been too scared about many things. About how you would react, about the danger it could potentially put you in, about how many things could go wrong because of it. About the many consequences it would have for you.

“I understand” You spoke up, and even if Pete had been averting his gaze, he peered up at you now. He smiled a little and nodded his head, realizing what your words meant.

You weren’t only forgiving him for keeping it a secret. In a way, you were also thanking him for caring so much about you. At the same time, you were asking him not to keep you in the dark like that anymore. And despite the few words spoken, he understood all of this too.

A noise outside suddenly startled you two, making you hold on tighter to the other’s hand. Your eyes moved to the window, to the blurry police alarms blasting in the distance. Then you glanced at each other. Your heart skipped a beat with the dawning realization that you knew what he would say next.

“I have to go” He sat up this time, letting go of your hand.

“But you’re hurt…”

“I heal fast”

“Peter…”

“I’ll be okay, don’t worry”

Peter stood up from the bed, moving slowly and stopping for a moment when a dizzy spell apparently hit him. You nibbled on your bottom lip, hating to see him in this state. He had his eyes closed, but as soon as he recovered he opened them to look at you. A small smile formed on his lips, which somehow managed to ease your anxiety.

“Where’s my mask?” He asked, and you quickly picked it up from the bedside table and gave it to him. Your fingers brushed when he took it from you, and the tingling feeling that grazing touch gave you lingered as he moved away and put it on.

“I’ll call you when it’s over” You wanted to smile in appreciation, moved that he knew how worried you were and wanted to let you know he was okay when it was done.

You opened your mouth to say something, anything, but no words came out. In any case, Peter was heading for the window. He opened it, letting the cold and the rain in. He was about and leave, to swing away from you and straight into danger again.

“Pete!” As soon as he turned to face you, you threw yourself to hug him and kissed him in the cheek before nuzzling his shoulder. “Come back in one piece, will you?”

“I promise” He held you close against him, embracing that last moment of happiness and comfort. Like the calm before the storm.

When you broke away, you stared at each other for a long second. Then he took a deep breath, nodded and left. As you saw him swinging form building to building, you were conflicted. You were incredibly proud of him for being Spiderman, but you were just as worried. And scared. Still, a smile made its way to your lips. You couldn’t explain why, but you felt better when you closed the window. Because Peter’s presence lingered for a little longer even after he left, like a promise that he would be okay. Maybe it was that Parker magic. Because that wasn’t just Spiderman, it was Peter Parker.

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silverbyeol · 4 years ago

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Mittens | Peter Parker

Summary: (Y/n) walks around New York on Christmas Eve, thinking back to when she was a teenager in love.

Author’s Note: I got this idea when I heard ‘Mittens’ by Carly Rae Jepson! This is my first ____ x reader story on Tumblr, would love feedback (:

Word Count: 1.8k

Warning... Angst and mentions of dead

*Anything in italics is a flashback (memory)*

18 years old is too young to die.

Today was Christmas Eve and I was back home from university for holiday break. Coming back to New York has been hard, especially since it has been almost a year since the incident-

“(Y/n)? Are you coming?” came my moms voice from the doorway of my room. My head snapped up, breaking me from my trance. I sent her a smile and a small nod, “We’re all waiting for you,” she finished with soft eyes and went back to the dining room where guests sat at a grand table, enjoying Christmas dinner.

I stood up from my childhood twin sized bed and looked around my old room. Nothing much changed since I last was at home. My old bed still had girly bed sheets and an old princess comforter lay neatly across the mattress. The walls were painted a light pink that seemed to fade more and more daily. A desk stood across from the bed and on top of it, lay clutter items. They all seemed boring, but one item, which caught my attention almost immediately. It was placed face down being illuminated brightly by the moonlight. I walked closer to inspect the object. It was a photo of Peter and I. A tear fell down from my eyes as I remembered…

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“Pete!” I yelled as I let myself into his apartment.

“Hey, (Y/n),” I heard Peter’s aunt call out.

“Hey, May!” I said and smiled at her. It was new years eve today and May was dressed in an evening dress and had her makeup done- obviously heading out for the night.

“Peter is getting ready- PETER! (Y/N) IS HERE!” she yelled for Peter, “You look so cute, (Y/n)! Where are you two heading off too?” she asked. I looked down at my silver sequin mini dress and smiled.

“My best friends party! We’re going to pick up Ned on the way over,” I smiled and answered her question.

“Hey, (Y/n),” I heard a male voice and turned my attention towards Peter’s room, “you ready?” he asked, standing in the middle of his rooms’ doorway.

“I’ve been ready, Parker, just waiting on you,” I said and walked over to give him a hug. There was suddenly a flash and a squeal making Peter and I look at May.

“What? You two looked so cute. You’ll thank me later for this photo,” she said and we rolled our eyes at her

…

“Let me see, dork,” I teased as I looked at Petes phone. It was the photo that May snapped of us earlier in the night.

“We look good,” Peter commented, making me inspect the photo. Our faces were hidden, buried in each other’s necks, and our arms were grabbing at each other's backs, as if we relied on one another to stay afloat.

“You can barely see our faces,” I giggled.

The photo held so many emotions between two teens who had no idea they were in love with one another…

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“(Y/n)? How do you like Princeton?” asked the familiar voice of Peter’s aunt, May. I looked up from my food trying to not make eye contact.

“It’s going pretty well,” I replied vaguely. There were so many thoughts and emotions running through me. I needed fresh air, “I’m sorry. I need to excuse myself,” I said and stood up from the table, all eyes on me. Before my parents could call after me, I grabbed my coat from the closet and ran out of the building.

I looked around the dark streets of New York and, absentmindedly, started walking towards nothing in particular. Hearing and seeing May after all that happened was overwhelming. It’s been almost one year since Peter Parker, my boyfriend, died. It was a sudden death, in which he was outnumbered and outskilled.

I stopped in my tracks and looked into a dark alleyway.

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It was a sunny mid-afternoon. Everyone was busy with either being at work or at school, so the streets of New York were, for the most part, empty. I was walking home from an early school dismissal; headphones in my ears blasted a pop song, a lollipop was in my mouth, and my school uniform was unbuttoned, revealing a band t-shirt underneath. My eyes were locked onto my phone's screen as I swiped through Instagram, liking a bunch of my friends’ photos. I feel a tap on my shoulder and stop in my tracks. I pull out an earphone and make eye contact with a stranger.

“Sorry, Miss. I was wondering if you have a dollar to spare? I’m really hungry…” he trailed off. I scanned him up and down, he looked dirty and his clothing was all torn up.

“Sure…” I said, feeling slightly sad about his situation. I reached into my backpack and pulled my wallet out, I was about to hand the man a twenty dollar bill, so that he could get himself a warm meal when suddenly my wallet was snatched out of my hand. I looked up and saw the same man running away, my wallet in his hands

“HEY!” I yelled and took off chasing after him, which was a mistake. He turned into an alley and as soon as I was out of the view of people, four other guys came out of the shadows and circled around me.

“She’s just a high school student,” one of them said angrily and shot daggers into the homeless looking man.

“Is okay. We can use her as ransom…” another guy trailed off.

“Or maybe even have some-”

“Or maybe, I can kick your criminal asses,” came a voice from above. We all looked up to see a tall slim figure. He wore a red and blue onesie making him instantly recognizable. It was Spider-man.

“Oh yeah? Whatcha gonna do, huh? Tie us up with your webs?” asked the first guy.

“Yeah. That’s exactly what I’m going to do,” he said and all five guys were suddenly stuck to a wall with white web like material. Spider-man jumped in front of me making my eyes go wide.

“Are you okay, Miss?” he asked. His voice was calm and collected, opposite of the voice he used when talking to the men.

“I don’t even know what happened, it all went down so fast…” I mumbled looking at his mask, trying to read his expression, “Thank you, Spider-man,” I said coherently and smiled.

“It’s my job,” he said and shrugged his shoulders. Without thinking I slowly reached for his mask, “What are you doing?” he asked slightly panicked.

“Thanking you…” I said. His mask was quickly pulled up to his nose, revealing his chin and lips. Without thinking, I stood up on my tippy toes and gave his lips a chaste kiss. In the distance sirens were heard making the hero pull away.

“Th-thanks for the k-kiss, I-I’ll see you around,” he stuttered and shot up onto the sky, leaving my grinning.

Spider-man just saved me and I kissed him....

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I smiled looking down the alleyway. It was the first time I met Peter and the first time I kissed him as well. A bittersweet memory. I kept walking looking up at the sky, thinking back to how Peter and I came to become friends and eventually boyfriend/girlfriend.

I halted in my steps as I stood before the cemetery. New York City was dead silent, only the sound of the wind traveled through the air. My eyes scanned the area and fell at one headstone. It was filled with a lot of pictures, stuffed bears, candles, and of course a lot of spider-man merch. I walked towards the area and carefully made my way through all the objects, trying not to step on anything.

‘Peter Benjamin Parker’

Spiderman

2001-2019

I kneeled in front of the headstone and just looked at the words; Peter Benjamin Parker. After he passed away, everyone learned of Spider-man’s real identity. Classmates from high school came out to show support and the media made millions from reporting his death, none of that mattered though. Nearly a year later, people still come out to his grave to show their appreciation to everything he’s done for the city. Peter was not only a good person, he was a hero, but, unfortunately, not all heroes live forever.

I looked down at my red hands. The night was freezing and I only had my coat to keep me warm. I placed my hands into the pockets of the coat. The fingers of my right hand came in contact with something fuzzy. Quickly I pulled the object out, it was a pair of mittens… Peter’s mittens.

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“(Y/n)!” I heard a male voice yell my name. I quickly spun around and saw the familiar face of Peter Parker. His brown locks bounced up and down as he ran towards me.

“Hey, Peter,” I said and gave him a small smirk as soon as he caught up to me, out of breath.

“You’re fast, you know?” he said, frowning his eyebrows as he bore his chocolate coloured eyes into mine.

“What? I was just standing here…” I said, pointing at the bus stop.

“I waited outside your school, I wanted to walk you home,” he said, scratching the back of his head, looking away. My smirk suddenly got wider.

“You’re my boyfriend, Peter… You can just text me to let me know you want to walk home together,” I said and kissed his pink tinted cheek, “Let’s go,” I grabbed his hand into mine and started leading him towards my home.

“Do you not have gloves?” he asked, noticing my uncovered hands.

“No, I was in a rush today,” I answered and he halted our tracks.

“You must be so cold!” Peter said with a hurried voice. He grabbed both my hands and brought them up to his mouth, exhaling warm breath onto my fingers. I giggled at his action, my boyfriend is so cute, “What?”

“You’re just so cute,” I commented, making him roll his eyes. Peter quickly removed his black gloves and his warm skin made contact with my icy hands.

“Here. Put them on,” he curtly said, holding his gloves in front of my hands. I took them hesitantly.

“Aren’t you going to get cold?”

“Don’t worry about me, your presence is enough to warm me up,” he winked and gave me his dorky smile.

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“You may be gone, but you’re still looking out for me,” I chuckled to myself, talking to Peter, as if he was there by my side. I slid my hands into the mittens, already feeling much more warmer. I brought my hands up to my face and covered my nose with them, inhaling the scent that was still left over from their previous owner.

“Thank you, Peter…” I whispered looking up at the sky.

“I miss you…”

I hope that you enjoyed reading!

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curiousconch · 4 years ago

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Lions on the Prowl

Chapter 7 of Ricochet (An Open Heart AU)

Catch up here: Series Masterlist

Chapter Synopsis: Bryce and Rafael go on the hunt to unravel the sinister truth, hoping that what is revealed leads to Heather.

Pairing: Rafael Aveiro x MC (Dr. Heather Song) | Bryce Lahela x MC (Dr. Heather Song)

Words: 1.8k+ | Genre: Crime, Suspense/Thriller, Romance

Rating/Warnings: Mature (16+) / language, violence

Author's Notes: As promised, here's chapter 7. It has minor references to canon, but I did some tweaks to fit the overall storyline. Thank you so much for taking time to read this series. Please let me know if you want me to include/remove you in the tags list. Also, disclaimer: Majority of the characters are owned by Pixelberry, except the main character Heather Song and an OC Jordan Anderson.

Bryce slipped his phone into the pocket of his suit after his call with Rafael. He got into his car and punched the coordinates of his destination, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel as he waited for the GPS to load. Once he heard the first set of directions, he turned on the ignition and drove off. As the miles went by, he began to map out his strategy to interrogate the person who started it all - Travis Perry.

After half an hour, he was let into the maximum security facility. He went through the strict visitor SOP before he was led into a small room, devoid of anything cheerful. He tried his best to shake off the inherent thoughts he had about Heather's current situation, focusing instead at the matter at hand. Several minutes passed before he heard a click and the door opened, revealing a dank and skinny figure.

When Travis realized who was visiting, he rolled his eyes.

Bryce watched as he sat down while his handcuffs was hooked at a protruding hole in the center of the table. He waited for the guard to step outside before he leaned forward, switching into full-on lawyer mode.

"You better tell me what you know now, Perry."

Travis smirked, looking ominous.

"Desperate much, are you, ADA Lahela?" he leaned back, slouching. "Why come to me so early on in the game?"

The answer was easy, he was desperate. Every passing minute that Heather was missing reduces the possibility of finding her alive. He knew that much. And Bryce was willing to risk anything to see her breathing again. Even endangering his career or his dignity.

"You know very well why I'm here, Travis," his fingers ran up his blue tie, loosening it a little, hoping that he was playing his cards right. Bryce knew Perry's confidence came from the knowledge that he had nothing left to lose. He can't put him at fault though, his sentence were pretty much signed, sealed and delivered. However, the ADA didn't expect him to give up anything without a fight. He was the criminal who attempted to kill a senator, after all. So he came prepared.

Bryce shook his head, sneering back, a finger pressed lightly on his chin.

"Travis, Travis, Travis..." he stood up, circling around the prisoner like a lion on a prowl. "Aren't you forgetting something? I'm just a man who can offer you something that is going to be very hard to turn down," he stopped once he stood directly behind his prey. He then crouched down and leaned forward, his smug face inches away from Perry's. "So, you interested?"

Perry hissed, a look of disdain overcoming his previously confident composure.

"I thought so," Bryce smiled, satisfied. His work wasn't done yet though. He put the tips of his fingers together, pulling back so he can continue to prance around. It was the signature Lahela move.

This was a signal to anyone beyond enemy lines that Prosecutor Bryce got you in his grasp. That's why they call him magic hands.

"You better start talking then. Clock is ticking," he returned to stand opposite him, the palm of his hands pressed flatly on the metal table. "Well, that is, if you choose to cooperate."

The perp he worked laboriously to convict fell into a contemplative silence. Bryce watched intently, as Travis closed his eyes and took deep breaths before sitting back up, determined not to say a thing.

"I take it you don't want to talk then?" Bryce pursed his lips in an attempt of mockery. "Why? Suddenly grown a conscience after being caged for a few months? Wanna make Jonathan proud?"

At the mention of his younger brother, Perry abruptly stood up causing his chains to rattle against metal. He lost control, as he screamed to the young ADA's face.

When he lost his steam, Travis eventually backed down looking pleased with himself as he found Bryce's stunned expression.

"You will never catch him! Jordan is more cunning and more capable than any of you pieces of shit!" Travis roared, startling Bryce. "You're all just as worthless as that fucking senator! You think you're so different? Well guess what, you're all the same!"

For a few long moments, Bryce did seem like someone who just lost a battle. The convict sat down and pressed the button under the table to call in his escort. But before anyone came back in to get him, the cunning golden boy mimicked his movements and stared back at him.

"Well, thank you, for your kind assistance," Bryce said quietly as a guard entered and uncuffed Perry. Travis looked back at him, puzzled. He was ordered to stand up, and when he was about to leave the room, Bryce quirked a brow, his lips twisting into a smirk of a cheshire cat.

The mouse just fell into the trap.

"Jordan, huh? I wonder who that is."

Perry's face drained of all color. Bryce chortled in reply before he continued his celebratory address.

"And since you didn't agree on anything, I'll consider it an early holiday gift that doesn't need to be repaid," the lawyer brushed back his hair and stood up, straightening his dark grey suit. With a shrill scream, the heavy metal door closed upon Travis Perry's face, leaving Bryce alone in the room. He waited for a few moments, fixing his tie, then walked back out to the correctional's office.

One more thing before we're done here.

He requested for Perry's files, browsing through his phone records and visitor logs for the past 6 months. When he turned to the third page, he found exactly what he was looking for. Bingo. He fist bumped the air, then took pictures of the pages where he found the matching name. As he set out to collect the rest of his belongings, he quick dialed Rafael and reported his findings.

"We have a name," he walked back to his parked car and got in, turning the ignition on. "It's Jordan Anderson. Look for any records related to him and how he connects with Travis Perry, I'm coming over." he backed up the car out to the road and drove to town.

Hold on, Heather. We're coming for you.

***

Rafael reopened Perry's files for the tenth time since tonight after he ended his call with Bryce. It was a breakthrough, after hours of not being able find anything of value since the investigation started. The name didn't ring any bells, but he was confident he's going to find something. He had to.

Before he closed the file another time, he read a single phrase in the page about Travis Perry's family background. There it was listed:

Parents: Theodore Perry (Deceased), Jenny Perry (deceased)

Siblings: Jonathan Perry (deceased), foster brother (presumed alive, identity unknown)

He highlighted the two words - foster brother.

Is this him? Did we find the kidnapper?

He beckoned the agent beside him who was poring over Farrugia's phone logs. "Marshall, can you find out if Travis' parents took in kids for foster care?"

The agent nodded and opened the application for the National Foster Care directory. Raf watched as he browsed per county, directing him to a site containing Boston's list. Time seemed to slow down for Rafael as Agent Marshall typed in the parents names into the search criteria. He pressed enter, and together they watched the loading icon, as the app attempted to pull up any matching records.

After an excruciatingly long 10 minutes, the application displayed a single name: Jordan Anderson.

This was the solid lead they needed.

He directed half of his team to find anything they could regarding Jordan Anderson. One by one, they pooled in the data and eventually created the most accurate biography of the man who just became Boston's most wanted.

Raf asked for his image to be emailed to the IT guys to run facial recognition on surveillance footage around Edenbrook and Bryce's condo, marking it as urgent. He approached the whiteboard, and began to write a summary of what they knew so far:

JORDAN PETER ANDERSON

* Foster brother of Travis Perry

* Aged 29

* Last known address: Everett, MA

* Last known occupation: Maintenance Crew, Stintson and Co. Cleaning Agency

* Criminal records: Juvenile detention for Shoplifting, illegal drug use, stalking, trespassing

He also listed down the number of restraining orders issued against him, painting a picture of a long history of offenses and a troubled life. He read the accompanying material that they were able to dig in the last half hour and built a psychological profile of the suspect.

Several minutes after, ADA Lahela walked into the room. Bryce nodded to him, before perusing the bulleted points on the board. "This is good work," the prosecutor said.

Raf handed him some of the printouts, allowing him to make his own analysis. The special agent began to discuss his.

"He appears to have a close bond with his foster family, seeing that he didn't move out of Massachusetts. As to how much contact he had with Travis, we're uncertain yet," Rafael said.

With that, Bryce pulled up the pictures he took at the correctional facility. He showed it to Raf.

"There were several rows of the same number in the call logs starting a few months back, starting on the day Perry was transferred," Bryce pointed at the records in contention before proceeding. "So I trailed a pattern. I tried looking at the days when that same number didn't appear in the call logs and looked at the visitor records instead. The name Jordan Anderson came up every single time."

"We received a tip!" an agent stood up and approached the two conferring men, interrupting their discussion. "Apparently, Dr. Song called for a car to bring her to the airport this morning. The driver waited in front of ADA Lahela's complex and was about to leave when he saw a suspicious guy in an overall leaving a side entrance. He was carrying a black luggage bag and a woman who the driver thought as drunk. The woman matched her description."

They shared a look, prompting them into action. Rafael pulled up his phone to dial the surveillance room, but before he could, it pinged for an incoming email. It was from an anonymous sender. It contained a video file attachment. He tapped the play button.

It was a dash cam footage. The first few seconds were dim, but it wasn't long before a black car pulled up into the empty road. The vehicle stopped, a male figure emerged from the driver's seat. He opened the backseat door and there was Heather, limp and unconscious, being dragged by a man who shared the same face as the picture in the printouts. Both men's breathing hitched.

The video finished playing when they heard another ping. It was another email from the same sender. This time, it only contained a single line:

24th Avenue, Panacea Pharmaceutical Boston Tower.

"Panacea? Why does that sound familiar?" Bryce questioned, frowning.

"Panacea, as in the Panacea Labs?" the agent inputted, looking at each of them. "Panacea Labs partnered last year with Edenbrook and Mass Kenmore, prompting the construction of a new office downtown. But the company was shut down due to ethical and regulatory violations, halting the project. It was never finished."

"Can someone put up a recent image from 24th Avenue?"

Another agent walked up to them, showing his laptop screen.

There in the image was a faint sign, Construction Ongoing. Underneath it was the word Panacea.

Rafael raised his phone beside the computer, comparing the still frame from the video.

There it was, at the upper left side, the same sign and the same word.

At that moment, both men knew they were only scratching the surface. But they can deal with that later.

Right now, they knew where Heather was. And it's about damn time they get her back.

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dragonnan · 4 years ago

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Fic Rec Sunday

I think every day of the week should be a day to rec fics but I’m gonna start with Sunday!

Here are some stories I find myself reading over and over again!

MCU

Identity Theft by KitCat992 It's been months since the events of Civil War, and the Avengers are doing their best to remain a team, having promised to forgive and forget. Unfortunately for them, Tony Stark's latest invention has been stolen and recovering it causes tension to reappear. Meanwhile, in Queens, Peter Parker has two main priorities on his plate — complete his midterm finals, and track down a fishbowl wearing criminal that may or may not lead him right into the hands of the Avengers. Somehow between all of this, Spider-man's identity is revealed to the Avengers, Steve and Tony's friendship may permanently be damaged due to continued hidden secrets, and Happy struggles to buy a youth-sized casket for Peter's funeral. Things were a lot easier when they were fighting over Bucky Barnes. (Be sure to check out the in-progress sequel, Identity Crisis!)

Dawn of Red Skies by Aelaer The day started off as any other day for newly-minted Sorcerer Supreme Stephen Strange. Then the flip switched and the next 48 hours were filled only with grief, anger, and pain.

Omertà by HanukoYoukai After chasing down the criminal that took Uncle Ben's life, Peter is found by James Wesley, the right-hand man of Wilson Fisk--a wealthy businessman trying to clean up Hell's Kitchen. Having left a strong impression on the man, soon Peter finds himself working for Fisk, doing an internship for his business projects by day, and catching bad guys at night. If Mr. Fisk wants a few specific criminals delivered to him personally, who is Peter to object? All his boss wants to do is talk, after all, and ever since this internship began, things were finally looking up for the Parkers. Then Peter hears the whispers in the underworld about the elusive and terrifying Kingpin, and somehow there are rumors that Spider-Man is on the Crime Lord's payroll. When he decides to use his own judgement and go against Mr. Fisk's wishes, Peter suddenly finds himself neck deep in mob activity with no means to get himself out. To make matters worse, now Iron Man has Peter in his sights.....

A Twisted Upheaval by silentsaebyeok (WIP) “I’m afraid, Harrison, you’ve awakened a sleeping giant.” Wilson said. “Tony Stark will do anything and everything to protect those he loves. And with your carelessness, it is inevitable that my criminal empire will be brought to its knees. This is your last opportunity, your last chance to get this right. He is on our radar now.” -- The Kingpin runs the criminal underworld. He is the mastermind and the puppeteer. Tony Stark has been trying to find the elusive gangster for years, but with no luck. But then Peter Parker is kidnapped by an agent of the Kingpin’s, revealing the cracks in an otherwise unshakeable organization. Unlikely alliances form and friendships are made as the criminal underworld begins to unravel.

Comrades by Nefhiriel Five times Thor defended his friends from people who should've been on their side, and one time his friends defended him.

9/11 by spockside Pepper Potts had only been working for Tony Stark six months when she found herself running away from the destruction of the World Trade Center.

Sherlock

The Least of All Possible Mistakes by rageprufrock (AU where the character of Greg is a woman named Lestrade. Utterly freaking brilliant!) If ever a people deserved tasering, it’s Holmeses. (Be sure to check out the sequel!)

A City on the Head of a Pin by Mad_Maudlin (Magical AU) Post-TGG fic. John, for once, sees something Sherlock doesn't.

Vendetta by avidbeader Sherlock must find out why Molly Hooper is one of a select group of people being targeted before the assassin can finish the job.

Define Vulnerabilty by TheGracefulBlueCat Shortly after Sherlock's return John realises something is very wrong with his friend. He, Greg and Mycroft try to help Sherlock as he falls deeper and deeper into the abyss called PTSD. But Sherlock is not ready to allow anyone in, but then the events of the current case cause him to hit bottom hard.

A Sharp, Dressed Man 'verse by sgam76 A grand series of stories set in an AU version of Sherlock wherein the characters aren’t all, exactly... “human”.

The Precipice by takethesky87 “Sherlock,” he says, but his voice is smothered by the waves. “Sherlock!” He shouts it this time, straining his ears for a reply. Nothing. Twice more he calls, his stomach clenching as each goes unanswered.

Lost for Words by awanderingbard Sherlock is assaulted by an unknown assailant while John is away at a medical conference, leaving him with a severe brain injury. While his intellect and personality are intact, he's lost the use of his right-side limbs and his ability to speak freely. John suddenly finds himself as the main source of support, and possibly a caregiver, to a flatmate who is struggling to do the things he loves most. And Sherlock Holmes has never been the best of patients.

The Holiday by Scriblit (Warnings for rape) A month following an horrific, sadistic attack during a case, Sherlock is still physically incapacitated and emotionally damaged. A holiday is suggested, but even stuck out in the middle of nowhere, he and John happen upon a case that could make Sherlock begin to feel like his old self again - or could kill him.

#Mcu fic recs #Sherlock fic recs

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spider-manholland · 5 years ago

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Wrong Person | Peter Parker

Pairing(s): brief Peter Parker x Female Reader, Peter Parker x Michelle Jones

Warning(s): angst, whole lotta sadness, implications of rape, torture, murder, small hints of fluff, major Far From Home spoilers

Summary: Peter Parker’s biggest secret was out to the world and now, it was his job to protect the people he cared for most in the world against the many others that targeted who he loved, both platonically and romantically. But he will soon then learn that he was protecting the wrong person all along.

Author’s Note: I was forreal tearing up when writing this one-shot. I changed the way Peter found out about his secret of being Spider-Man was released to fit this one-shot. Hope you guys enjoy this heartache.

Masterlist

You knew your chances with Peter were over the moment you saw his lips meet MJ’s on top of the London Bridge, feeling your heartbreak at the sight of his wide smile that formed on his face when he pulled away.

You wanted to be angry. You wanted to hate MJ for taking your chance with him away but you couldn’t. She was perfect for him. She was everything you weren’t. Incredibly beautiful, insanely smart and just—perfect. You also wanted to be mad at Peter for not taking the your hints on how you feel about him but you couldn’t. You knew after everything he went through on this trip he deserved happiness and if he was happy, you were okay.

But sadly his happiness didn’t last long.

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“-oh I just can’t wait be king!” You sang along cheerfully as you and Peter watched The Lion King in your room, the half-eaten bowl of popcorn resting on your lap.

“I still can’t believe no matter how many times you’ve watched this you still react like this is the first time.” Peter laughed as you sang loudly, a bright smile on your lips as your tore your eyes away from the television to face him. “Hey,” you scoffed playfully, “You don’t seem me complaining whenever we watch Star Wars over and over again. This week is my turn to choose the movie so deal with it.”

“Alright, touché.” Peter nodded, nudging your shoulder as the both of you laughed. You couldn’t help but feel your heart flutter at the sound of his laugh, sparks erupting in your chest at the sudden touch from him. It’s only been a week since you both came back from your disastrous trip in Europe and this was the first time you two actually got to spend time together...alone. There was part of you that still wanted to tell Peter how you like him, mentally telling you that if you don’t confess to him it’ll eat you up for the rest of your life. But the other part of you was telling you not to say anything, that if you do it’ll only cause problems because he was with MJ and he was happy, and you confessing your feelings to him won’t change anything.

“So how are you and MJ?” You suddenly asked, hoping that hearing him talk about his relationship, seeing up close on how happy he is would help you decide on what to do. “Oh, we’re doing great.” Peter smiled, his mind wandering towards the dark-skinned girl that he had a crush on for months and was now his girlfriend. “Yesterday we went on a date and I took her swinging around the city. She loved it.”

“That’s great.” You smiled fakely, hoping that Peter wouldn’t notice but of course he did. He immediately noticed the small glint in your eyes and the crinkles on your forehead as you nibbled on your bottom lip, tearing your gaze away from his. “I’m really happy for you.”

“Hey,” Peter frowned, placing a comforting hand on your thigh, forcing your softened eyes to meet his concerned ones. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing-” you tried to lie but was then cut off when Peter shook his head, causing you to stop and stare at him confusingly. “Don’t try to lie to me, Y/N. I know when you’re lying.” Peter sternly pointed out. “It’s just me. Talk to me.”

You could feel your heart beating against your chest as you stared down at your hands, trying to put your words together. “Peter I-” Before you could even properly say anything both of your phones suddenly went off, seeing that you guys both received a text from Ned in the group chat the three of you shared. The text saying in all capitals “TURN ON THE NEWS”

Without asking why, Peter grabbed your television remote and turned your guys’ movie off, changing it to the news channel. And that’s when you felt both of your hearts stop. Playing on your television was a video of Mysterio saying how Peter was Spider-Man, the video then changing into a yearbook photo of your best friend.

You turned to face Peter, your heart sinking at the sight of his glossy eyes and the frown on his lips.

The entire world now knew that Peter Parker was Spider-Man.

- - -

It’s been two weeks since the world found out that Spider-Man was none other than sixteen-year-old Peter Parker. It’s also been two weeks since you’ve seen Peter yourself.

When the world found out he was Spider-Man, Peter has been practically attached to the hip with MJ, constantly with her, making sure her she was safe. You could feel your heartache every time you could see him by her side, his hands always gripping hers or having a protective arm around her. You wondered why he never checked up on you, your his best friend and it bothered you. Did he not care about you?

You were so lost on your thoughts that you didn’t hear Mr. Delmar call you until you felt him grab your shoulder, bringing you back to reality. “Hey kid, is Peter coming soon? I gotta close shop.”

“Um,” you glanced down at your phone, seeing that Peter was already three hours later. “No, he isn’t.” You frowned, standing up from your seat and smiling apologetically at Mr. Delmar who was staring at you with sympathetic eyes. “Sorry kid, I’m sure he was just caught up with something—especially after everything that has been going on lately.”

You didn’t say anything other than gave the older man one last smile before leaving his deli store and began to make your way home. As you walked home, you couldn’t help but start to feel angry, reaching for phone inside your pocket and quickly dialed Peter’s number. You then rolled your eyes when you were sent to voicemail, like usual now.

“Hey Peter,” your voice laced with anger. “You missed our dinner plans at Delmar’s, again. You know, the one we made together when you couldn’t make it to our movie night last week.” You didn’t know you were crying until you felt your tears drop onto your arms. “I just miss you, Pete. We don’t see each other anymore, we don’t even talk. You always ditch me at lunch to sit with MJ, you don’t answer my calls and you don’t reply to my texts. Can you-” you paused, hearing a couple footsteps behind you, sending goosebumps along your skin. “Can you just please call me back? Bye, Pete.”

The moment you hung up your phone the footsteps became louder, sending your heart into overdrive as you quickened the pace of your walking.

Thinking you could escape whoever was following you, you jumped when two men suddenly came from the dark alleyway in front of you, devilish smirks on their faces. “So, you’re Spider-Man’s girl?”

“W-What?” You croaked out, taking a couple cautious step back only to have your back collide into someone’s chest. You turned around, your eyes widening when seeing another two men standing behind you. “N-No I’m not. I-I don’t even know Spider-Man-”

“Don’t try to lie to us!” One the other men snapped, one of his hands gripping onto your arm and shoving you into the dark alley, hissing in pain when your body fell onto the ground. “My boys remember that little Spider freak saving you from Adrian Toomes, our former boss.”

“And we’ve tried so hard to find a way to make Spider-Man pay for making us lose our jobs and spend years in jail.” Another man took over, pacing around you, causing your skin to turn pale from fear. “And when his true identity was revealed, it wasn’t hard to find the people he cared for to target.”

You felt your heart drop into the pit of your stomach at his words. “Who else are you going after?” You questioned, your mind being filled with images of May, Ned, and—MJ.

“Right now,” the main man stepped forward, a smirk clear on his face as he pulled something out of his pocket. Your eyes then widened, filling with tears of pure horror when realizing that it was pocketknife, the bright moonlight reflecting off the sharp blade and hitting your face. “Only you.”

- - -

Peter found himself waking up at the feeling of the empty spot next to him on his bed, his mind wondering where MJ was. After a long night of watching Star Wars, May allowed MJ to spend night, only if they promised no funny business and kept the door open. She knew that ever since Peter’s secret was exposed that he became extra protective over his new girlfriend, not wanting him worry if she did leave in the middle of the night.

When Peter got up from his bed he could hear the faint sound of the living room’s television on. And when he entered the room, his eyes immediately landed on May and MJ, who were currently watching the news with tears in their eyes.

“What’s going on, May?” Peter asked out of complete worry, walking towards MJ and taking her trembling figure into his arms. “Hey, you okay?”

“Don’t look at the tv, Peter.” Was the only thing MJ said, her glossy eyes staring into Peter’s confused ones.

“Why-” Peter began to ask but stopping when he saw your photo appear on the screen of television, the next words coming out of the news’ anchor causing his entire world to come crashing down.

“-and onto depressing news, this morning a passing pedestrian came across a female body laying in an alleyway near Delmar’s Deli and Grocery. The police were on the scene at sunrise to collect any evidence that was left. The evidence that they managed to collect revealed that victim was a sixteen-year-old girl named Y/N L/N. And from an anonymous source, we’ve learned that the girl was friends with Spider-Man himself. Now we must ask, was this just a normal robbery gone wrong? Or a violent--horrific act to get Spider-Man’s attention? We may never know.”

Peter fell down onto his knees as another photo of you appeared on the screen, this picture revealing what exactly happened. Peter felt himself choking on his sobs as tears began to spill uncontrollably down his face, taking in the features of what was now your lifeless body. Seeing the bruises that covered your arms, the cuts that littered your face and clothes you were wearing that were torn apart, showing off your now pale skin. The sound of May and MJ calling out to him went faint as he soon came to realize...

He was protecting the wrong person.

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thewritewolf · 5 years ago

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Just Between Us

Set just after the events of Four Times (and the Lucky One), Adrien tries to subtly reveal his identity to Marinette. Unfortunately, obliviousness seems to be contagious...

Reading Four Times isn't necessary, but encouraged. All you need to know is Adrien knows Marinette is Ladybug.

Enjoy!

Read on Ao3.

There were plenty of opportunities to come…

Unfortunately, Marinette was proving just as oblivious as he had been for so, so long. Maybe the universe wasn’t quite done testing him yet, but Adrien couldn't find it in himself to be frustrated. It was almost like a game at this point as he got more and more daring with his hints.

It had started out small, of course…

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“Hey, Mari,” Adrien said with a smile as he bounded up the steps of the school. He could feel his hair, now messy and free like his alter-ego’s, bouncing along with him.

“Hey, you-” Marinette paused as she turned toward him, her smile flickering for a moment as her eyes drifted to his hair. Her head tilted and she wore a mask of bemusement. “...Trying something different with your hair?”

“Ah, so you did notice.” He held her close and gave her a chaste kiss on the lips. Calling on his Chat Noir charm, he gave her a playful wink. “You see, I’m trying to impress this girl I like…”

“Well I think you’re going to do just fine. I hear she is already head over heels for you.” She tugged his hand as she guided him into the building. Pausing at the lockers, she gently ruffled his hair to make it even messier. “All jokes aside, I like it. The look suits you.”

“...Does it remind you of anyone?” He might be pushing his luck her but…

She snorted. “Yeah - it looks like you had a team of stylists recreate what bedhead must be like for the common folk.”

He gasped in mock offense and while they settled into a familiar banter, he grumbled on the inside. At least he could try again next time.

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...But small acts wouldn’t be enough to overcome the magic of the miraculous, would they?

If he was going to succeed, he’d need to be even more daring, even bolder. Something that could tie him to the miraculous, but only because she knew him so well in and out of the mask. For his next attempt, he’d have to play up the cool, badass energy of Chat Noir while still being Adrien. He had just the idea to get Marinette’s attention…

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A few days later, Marinette was minding her own business on one of the last days of school before the winter break. As was happening more frequently, the cold had woken her up despite her attempts to cocoon herself in a blanket burrito. Even now, inside the warm school building, there was a chill that had settled into her very bones. She resigned herself to being miserably cold all day, at least until she could get to her space heater in her room. Maybe she could convince Adrien to come over for some snuggling?

As if summoned by her thinking about him, a bright mop of blonde hair pulled her attention up, but after seeing what he was wearing, she was unable to get more than a syllable into her greeting. The rest was lost in a strangled choking sound.

The first word that managed to get through was Leather, followed swiftly by Hot. When she managed coherent thought again, she belatedly realized that Adrien looked good in black leather jackets and… well-fitted black jeans. The fact that no fashion designer had realized this was a tragedy to all humankind. Hell, he could give her partner a run for his money.

...She wondered if Chat Noir would be willing to part with his miraculous for just a little bit. Just to see what Adrien would look like in magical, skin-tight leather.

“Uh… girl?”

Alya’s voice snapped her out of her daydreams. “Hm?”

“Here, you’re going to need this.” Alya passed her a pencil.

Marinette was about to decline before she realized that she was still clutching the snapped remains of her favorite drawing utensil. She pouted at the back of Adrien’s head, eyes narrowing as a plan came to mind. There was a way she could get back at him for this little surprise.

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...Of course, Adrien wasn’t the only one who could turn on the charm. He’d thought that he’d had the advantage there, being a model and all. But after what Marinette wore the following day, he was pretty sure she should have been one posing for the camera. Then again, he was more than happy that he got her all to himself.

Even if he couldn’t think straight for the entire rest of that day.

Things got a little desperate, but truth be told…

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“So you’ve met Chat Noir, right?”

“I mean, yeah, sure,” Marinette said, as noncommittal as could be. “Most of our class has, you realize.”

Adrien waved that off with a dismissive shake of his hand. “Yeah, yeah, but you two have… met a lot, right?”

Her eyebrows shot up. “And where did you hear that, huh?” She crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at him. “Did Alya put you up to this?”

“No no! I was just-”

A little gasp escaped her. “Adrien… are you jealous?”

The situation was ridiculous, so clearly he laughed. But that wasn’t the right answer, apparently, since Marinette stormed off. It took some apologizing and hugs, but her mood passed and they were back to normal before too long.

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...Tact was never his strong suit.

In the end, he was left with only one option. It was one that he hadn’t been looking forward too, but not because of any sense of lost romance, or even misguided fear that she would be angry. They were too far along in their relationship to be worried about that.

No, it was the taunting and griping and ‘I-told-you-so’s from Plagg that he’d been dreading. Adrien took the needling and mocking like a champ, though, and before long his kwami was finally willing to transform him.

After all, even Plagg (especially Plagg) wanted to finally finish this.

Which is why Adrien now found himself on top of Marinette’s balcony, steeling himself for what he was about to do. It had been a while since he’d been here as Chat Noir - after slowly reducing the frequency of his visits, they’d sort of petered out after he and Marinette had gotten together. As much as he wanted to spend every moment possible with her, he couldn’t trust himself not to get comfortable with her and he didn’t want to make her feel like she was cheating.

But now?

He tapped at the glass, unsurprised when he saw her bright blue eyes peering up at him. It was late, sure - but he knew his lady well, knew that when she had a project in mind, she would see it through no matter what. Even at the cost of sleep and eating.

Stunned as she was by his sudden appearance, seemed to let unlock the skylight and let him in through muscle memory alone. She also let in a wave of cold air that raised goosebumps on her skin and sent shivers down her spine.

They’re sitting on her bed, like they often did before he found out. The same place where he found himself slowly falling for his everyday Ladybug, until suddenly his everyday Ladybug and his Ladybug became one and the same. The silence stretched for a few moments, Adrien lost in the memories of falling for the same person twice.

“Chat-”

His attention snapped back into focus. “Marinette. There’s something I need to tell you.”

“Chat can this wait until-”

“I know you’re Ladybug.”

Again, silence. But what had been a soft, companionable quiet before was now charged. Tense. Electric.

There were a few false starts, half-formed questions dying on her lips. Eventually she settled with, “How did you…?”

“A few months ago, there was an akuma. I… I was worried about you. And I know that was dumb since it was nowhere near you but… I was still worried. So I came over to make sure you were alright and… well…” He shrugged helplessly. “It’s Tikki, right?”

“Huh?”

“Your kwami. Her name is Tikki?”

“Y-yeah. Yeah…” Her eyes became distant for a moment before hardening. “Chat,” she said with a chastising tone, “why did you wait so long to tell me? This was pretty important information!”

His ears flattened against his head and his tail wrapped around his waist. “I’m sorry. I was worried you’d be upset that I found out. But, in my defense, I have been dropping hints these last few weeks…”

Her stern expression softened and she put a hand to his cheek, “Oh, kitty. You annoy me to pieces sometimes, but I can’t be mad at you over an accident. Especially because it only happened because you were worried about me.” She paused, her brow furrowing in thought. “Wait… hints? I don’t remember any hints in the last few akuma battles.”

He wrung his hands, wishing he’d just dropped his transformation the moment he got here. Now it was too late and he needed to wait for her to ask him to reveal himself. It was only right, after all.

“That’s… that’s because I haven’t been giving you hints as Chat Noir. I’ve been giving them as… me.”

“We know each other?!” She screeched, before throwing her hands over her mouth. They listened in a pregnant silence, waiting for the sounds of either Tom or Sabine to come marching up the stairs. When they failed to materialize, they breathed a sigh of relief.

“We know each other? In our civilian identities?!” She whisper-screamed at him.

He was sure his blush was peeking out from behind his mask as he nodded, thinking of their last make out session. If that didn’t qualify as knowing someone…

She turned away from him and began patting the pillows. “Tikki? Tikki! Can we just drop his transformation now? He already knows who I am! Why can’t I find out about him?”

A kwami in Ladybug’s colors appeared at his girlfriend’s shoulder. She had a thoughtful expression as she looked first into space and then deep into Adrien’s eyes. With a sigh, she replied, “We may as well. The damage is already done, and the imbalance of power could throw you two out of sync.”

Marinette did her best to have a cool and confident exterior, but it was clear she was struggling while she was out of the spots. She waved at Adrien. “W-well. Go ahead. Let’s see… see who you really are.”

“Alright, just…” He had a sudden surge of fear. “Don’t be mad, okay?” He took a deep breath. “Plagg, claws in.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling incredibly exposed without his mask to hide behind. It took him a few moments to gather the courage to look her in the eye. He couldn’t read the emotion there, and all he could tell was that the curiosity from before had been replaced by something else entirely. The silence stretched out and he itched to break it. Just as he was about to, she finally spoke, her voice a whisper.

“It was you all along…” The reverence in her tone faded as her eyes narrowed. “Wait, how long ago did you say you started trying to ask me out?”

“I know what you’re thinking but-”

“Adrien,” she began, clearly putting on a brave face, “tell me the truth - did you start flirting with me just because you knew I was Ladybug?”

“No.” The speed of his reply seemed to catch her unaware. She was still on the back foot when he leaned forward into her space and took her hand in his. “Sure, that’s what made me start, but that was only because I wasn’t torn about who I wanted to pursue anymore. The two most wonderful women in my life… were actually the same person all along.” He planted a kiss to the back of her hand, looking deep into her eyes as he did so.

Unlike when they were in the masks, this time he’d coaxed a fierce blush from her. Maybe it was because it was something he’d only ever done as Chat Noir to Ladybug. He could see the gears turning in her head. Which was why he was surprised when she lunged forward, wrapping her arms around his chest and pressing her lips to his.

He smiles against her and pulls back enough to rest his forehead against hers. “Does this mean I’m forgiven?”

“No. These are disciplinary kisses. Do not take joy from them.”

“Too late.”

She rolled her eyes playfully and kissed his nose. “You’re impossible.”

“Don’t you mean, im-purr-ssible?”

She tilted her head back to groan at the ceiling, then buried her face in his chest, still groaning. “I can’t believe I thought you were cool once.”

“Of course I’m not cool.” He paused for effect, then pulled her close while grinning down at her. “I’m hot.”

“Not to interrupt your grossness or anything, but…” Plagg chimed in from his spot curled up with Tikki. “We could visit whenever now. And you two could do some… nocturnal stuff.”

Marinette’s face went completely red and her pupils shrunk to pinpricks. She squeaked out, “Plagg!”

But Adrien’s mind was flush with possibilities. “That’s an awesome idea, Plagg! We could have movie nights and sleepovers and-”

He was silenced when Marinette put her hands on his cheeks and squished his face. “You are… way too energetic at midnight, kitty.” She pouted in thought. “But a movie night doesn’t sound too bad.”

A few minutes later and they’d built a cuddle nest of pillows around themselves. Marinette’s bed was smaller than his, but that just made it easier to fill with warmth as she rested her head against his chest and the kwamis curled up just above his head.

As the credits rolled on their second movie, Adrien yawned and stretched. As much as he wanted to stay, he’d better go home. A plan which was immediately thwarted by Marinette clamping down on him.

“Bugaboo…”

“It’s too cold out there,” she said in a voice muffled by his shirt. “You’ll get sick. In fact,” she raised her head to peer at a point on the pillow behind him, “I think Plagg already caught something.”

He heard Plagg say, “Wuh? Oh, um… cough cough. Sneeze. Yeah, real sick. You better listen to her, young man. Kwami’s orders.”

“...You literally just said cough and sneeze. You didn’t actually-” He shook his head. “Actually, you know what? You’re right. Plagg’s sick. Can’t go home. I’ll have to spend the night here.”

He settled back into place as Marinette sighed against him.

“Good kitty.”

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brooklyn-1918 · 4 years ago

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Day 22

Characters: OC Angel Moore and Sam Wilson

Warnings: Fluff, possibly minor language

A/N: Send an ask or leave in the comments if you would like to be tagged.

If you would like to read the previous day’s story, you can read it HERE

If you would like to read the background to the OC Angel Moore, you can read it HERE

Angel searched the entire building, top to bottom, before she finally broke down and asked Friday for help. She sat in the kitchen, her leather flight suit tugging at her hips.

“Hey Friday, can you tell me where Sam is?” She asked, tapping her hands on her knees. She waited barely a moment before the AI ran a scan of the building, pinpointing where her fellow Avenger was.

“Mr. Wilson is currently in the lobby cafe,” Friday answered.

“Since when did we have a lobby cafe?”

“Mr. Stark put one in over the weekend as an early Christmas present to the Stark Industries and tower employees.”

“Oh,” She said as she got up. She trotted to the elevator, and pressed the button that would take her the whole way down. She had just finished securing her mask when the doors slid open.

A few people stared at her as she dodged around people. Angel popped up onto her toes to look over the heads of the crowd, and smiled as she found who she was looking for.

“Excuse me, pardon me, sorry,” She apologized profusely as she pushed her way forward. She emerged from the crowd in front of Sam, who gave her a confused smile. His grip adjusted on his coffee cup before he spoke.

“An-- ah, Harbinger, what are you doing here? Am I supposed to be in a meeting?” He asked. Sam’s eyes darted to his watch to check the date. He thought he had been free today.

“No, I was wondering if you wanted to go for a flight around the city?” She shook her head as she explained. He smiled.

“Sure,” He said. Angel turned back into the crowd, Sam following behind her. They made it back to the elevator with minimal shoulder bumps.

“I’ll meet you on the quinjet landing pad?” Sam asked, taking a sip of his coffee. He looked over to her, and she nodded. The doors slid open, and he stepped out, leaving Angel to make it to the launching point on her own.

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“What took you so long?” She teased, giving him a toothy little smile with a wrinkle of her nose. He frowned and bopped her arm playfully.

“You try getting into this thing. All you have to do is put on pants,” He replied.

“And a shirt and jacket. Not to mention the boots,” She said matter of factly. Angel shuffled her feet, and did a little jig to show off the black leather boots on her feet. Sam laughed watching her, letting his wing pack open. Angel’s feathered wings extended from her back, popping through her jacket. They took off together, dropping down from the extending platform, before rising up.

“So, when are you going to let Tony design you a new suit?” Sam asked, side eyeing her as he adjusted his goggles. She shrugged and looked back at him.

“I’ll ask him when Peter and I reveal our identities,” She explained.

“When are you doing that?” Sam asked, twisting to fly sideways. She turned slowly in mid air, slow corkscrews, her wingtips brushing Sam’s.

“Peter and I talked, decided to wait until the new year.” He nodded, and they descended, so they could fly amidst the centers of the buildings. Turning down the next street, they emerged into Times Square.

The honking of horns, and the bustle of people nearly drowned out the laugh that escaped Angel’s lips. No matter how many times she was there, the blinding lights always made her smile. The bill boards displayed their usual display of advertisements made jolly by the holiday themes.

She glanced around, and gasped. She swooped over to her flight buddy, shaking his shoulder gently.

“Sam, we have to take a picture with that one.” Angel pointed down the way. Sam followed where her finger was aimed. A display, just under the ball, glowed brightly in the morning sun.

On it, was the Avenger’s logo against a midnight blue backdrop, with snow softly falling around it. Underneath the logo, were little drawings of every team member, surrounding a Christmas tree. A few of them held menorahs, and a few of them stood under speech bubbles that would occasionally pop up exclaiming “Happy Holidays!”

They flew forward, hovering together as close as their wings would allow them, and Sam reached out his arm. He fitted the whole thing to frame, and hovered his finger over the button.

“Say… Eggnog!”

Angel laughed as he took the picture, arm clutching around her side. She fluttered away, and circled in the air slowly.

“Did you mean to make that a bird pun?” She asked, as they flew off again. Sam shook his head and stuffed his phone in his uniform pocket.

They wove their way through the buildings. At one point, they were tossing a snowball back and forth, until it slipped from Sam’s hand and landed on some big shot in a suit. They chatted together as they emerged over the snow covered Central Park.

She could see the snowmen that Peter and she had built with the kids, still standing tall. People were skating on the frozen pond, or playing in the snow. Some just walked along the path in pairs of two or three.

She let her arms drop below her, spreading her wings as wide as they could go. Life was good. Life was calm. Until Sam threw a snowball at her.

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azaraspirit · 5 years ago

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Transfusion-Chapter one

OKAY im too excited to wait till wednesday to post this. my good friend @hoforhaz proof read it for me and said it was awesome so i thought why not? also, this moodboard is made by the amazing @hazshauntedbelle! thanks again jo!

summary: you’re the daughter of bruce banner and natasha romanoff. what happens when tony recruits a new avenger named Peter Parker?

warnings: mild language

word count: 2389

tagging some friends: @peppermintpete @foreverstuckwritingandimagining @starksparker @thollandthot @blissfulparker @angelic-holland @angelhaz11 @osterfield-holland-andcompany @heyhihellowhatsup0

Being the daughter of Bruce Banner and Natasha Romanoff wasn’t easy. You felt overwhelmed at times, having high expectations from everyone. Both your parents being an avenger meant that maybe you would be one too. But you were only a teenager with the IQ of 164 and could break a guy’s neck half your size. You once solved a Rubik's cube with a blind fold in under a minute. You were a black belt by age nine and were home schooled at the avengers tower where you lived since you were a kid.

You were by far the youngest one living in the tower which you enjoyed. You would be lying to yourself if admitted that you liked the attention. Everyone being impressed with your skills at your age. How great your parents were doing for raising you. Getting to stay up for hours working in the lab with your father.

That was by far your favorite thing to do. You had a special bond with your dad that you couldn’t explain. Yeah he was the Hulk which was cool and all but the part you liked about him was Bruce. The genius with the PHD’s. It was like you two had your own nerd language no one else understood. Not even your mother or even Tony Stark could decipher it. You practiced morse code, sharing inside jokes.

And your mom. She was like your best friend. Mostly because you didn’t have any your age in the tower to hang out with and you didn’t go out much. You could tell her anything, even trying to explain your secret language with your dad but she quickly gave up trying to understand it. With her, she was the best mom a mom could be. You trusted her with your life. She taught you everything you knew about self defense. Your mother was a badass and you hoped to only be half as good as her. When you weren’t in the labs with your father or Mr. Stark, you with you mom and Wanda. Being the only ladies in the tower, you three became quite the trio.

You have sleepovers at least once a week. Wanda was like an aunt to you. She showed off her powers and you were in complete awe, trying to wrap your head around it but you couldn’t. Something you did keep to yourself was the jealousy. You didn’t have powers. But you wish you did. Having a high IQ and knowing how to fight weren’t exactly super powers.

“That is so cool.” you breathed in aw during a sleepover. Wanda’s red energy glowed around her hand, her eyes a shade of ruby red. “I still can’t understand it.” you chuckled.

“Me neither.” Wanda admitted.

Nat just smiled as she was braiding your hair in a French braid. “So,” she quipped, wanting to change the subject. “I hear we might be getting a new team mate here soon.

Your eyes perked up, moving your head. Nat scolded with her narrowed eyes since she was still braiding. “Really? Oh sorry.” You turned back so she could finish.

“Yeah. Tony told me. Sounds about your age, a boy.”

Wanda cooed and you rolled your eyes. “Oh hush. So what?”

“He could be your boyfriend!” Wanda said excitedly.

“Please, I’m too busy to be infatuated with a boy right now.” you said, waving off her comment.

“Okay. maybe not a boyfriend but you could use a friend your age to hang out with.” your mother pointed out.

“I’m too mature for kids my age.” you bragged.

“Good god you sound like your father.” your mother groaned making you and Wanda laugh.

“Anyways he’s coming over tomorrow.”

“When?” you asked.

“Why does it matter? You’re too mature for them remember?” Wanda teased with a giggle.

You gave her a dull look. “I want to make sure I won’t be busy when he’s here, that’s why.”

“Suuure.” she sang.

You sighed. “This is already annoying.”

“We’re just teasing.” your mother said, patting your shoulder to let you know your braid was finished. You picked up the mirror to admire her work, smiling. “Thanks, Mom.”

“Welcome, baby.” She kissed your cheek, making you giggle.

***

The sleepover ended and you found yourself tossing and turning, wondering about this possible new avenger recruiter. Was he a boy like your mother said? Was he cute? You had no idea and it was driving you crazy. You couldn’t sleep.

You realized sleep wasn’t happening. It was well after midnight. Normally you would be in the lab right now working on a formula or something. You sighed and slipped on your robes and slippers, tying it around your waist. You went to the kitchen to get yourself a hot cup of tea then made your way to the labs. It was normal for you to be around this around so you wouldn’t startle anyone.

You paused when you saw the light underneath the door to the labs. Who else would be there this late? You quietly opened the door to see Tony. Figures.

“Might as well come in.” Tony said, startling you.

“Sorry.” you said, closing the door behind you.

He looked over at you from his hologram, floating in front of him. “Couldn’t sleep?” he asked.

“No.” you said before taking a sip of tea. “Would have made you some if I knew you were down here.” you shrugged.

“It’s okay, I’m not offended.” He went back to the hologram, clicking on a push pin repeatedly, his arms crossed over his chest.

“What are you looking at, Mr. Stark?”

“A profile.” he said.

You stepped closer, getting a better look.

“Of who?”

“A possible recruit. Surely your mother told you by now.”

“Yeah she did.” you said with an airy chuckle. “Not much though.”

“His name is Peter. Peter Parker.” Tony said. He touched the hologram, revealing a photo.

“Why him?” you asked, rather curious to know the answer.

“He has powers I haven’t seen before. Calls himself Spider-Man. He’s on youtube.” Tony played with the hologram to pull up the video. He pressed play and you watched in aw.

“Whoa.” you said, impressed. “How old is he?”

“Your age.” Tony replied. “Fifteen.”

“A fifteen year old did that?” you asked, referring to him lifting up a two ton truck.

“Yup. From what I understand, he has spider-like powers. He has super strength, travel with this web like stuff and wears a onesie.”

“A onesie?” You looked more closely, paying more attention to the suit he was wearing in the video. Blue sweats, red hoes and a matching jacket and a red mask goggles.

“Obviously he doesn’t want his identity to be found out.” you observed.

Tony nodded. “I started a prototype suit for him. No avenger is gonna get caught in that onesie.”

“A prototype? You mean like a suit?” A touch of jealousy ignited in you. All these years, Tony never brought up the idea to make you a suit but he makes one for this new kid who hasn’t even been in the tower yet? You already began to resent Peter Parker.

Sleep evaded you that night. You decided fuck it, and not worry too much about Peter. You might have been more of a friendly mood if you slept more than a couple hours the night before but alas, a false smile will have to do. You took a shower and went to the kitchen to get something to eat.

“There she is,” your mother greeted.

You gave her a lazy wave of your hand.

“Rough night?” she smirked into her cup.

“You can say that.” You yawned as you poured your mug of coffee. You rubbed your eyes, not bothering to put any makeup on earlier that morning.

“You know Peter is coming over today.” she said.

“I know.” You went to make your breakfast, putting a bagel in the toaster and getting some eggs.

“So you’re just...not gonna dress up at all?” she asked.

“No,” you spoke, your back to her as you stood at the stove.

Nat chuckled. “I see what you’re doing.”

“I’m not doing anything.” “You’re saving yourself from future heartbreak.” your mother continued. “So you’re already building up a wall.”

“Mom,” you whined. “Please. I don’t have the energy for this.”

“Okay, I’m just saying. You could use a friend.”

“I don’t want any friends.” you lied.

“Oh, please.”

“And this is the kitchen!” you heard Tony’s voice say from down the hall.

“Oh great.” you muttered, rolling your eyes.

“It’s bigger than my apartment.” a new voice spoke who must have been Peter.

They came into view, Tony smiling. “Ah! And here are two teammates! Natasha Romanoff and her daughter, y/n.”

“Whoa, you’re black widow.” Peter beamed at your mother.

Your mother smiled, giving a small wave. “The one and only.”

Peter turned to you. “Nice to meet you, I’m Peter.” He offered his hand but you focused on your eggs that you were making.

“Uh, yeah.” you said. You could practically see your mother’s eye roll from the back of your head. “Nice to meet you.”

Peter awkwardly lowered his arm, glancing over at Tony who shrugged.

“Want breakfast?” Tony asked.

“Ah thanks but I already ate.” Peter said.

“Surely a growing young man like you could use a snack.” your mother spoke up.

Peter chuckled. “Guess I can eat.”

You had to fight the groan that so badly wanted to escape your lips. “I’m gonna eat in my room. I have homework.” you lied. You hastily finished making your breakfast, taking it to your room.

“Hey, wait up!”

This time you did groan, seeing Peter chase after you. “What?” you said annoyingly.

“Did I do something?” he asked, confused.

“What do you mean?”

“I kinda got the vibe that you didn’t like me back there.” Peter explained.

“And?”

Peter paused, looking back and forth. “And, I wanna know why?”

“I don’t have to explain anything to you. Now if you don’t mind, I wanna eat my food before it gets cold.”

You left Peter, stunned and confused. It felt good as you smirked yourself.

“What happened?” Nat asked as Peter returned to the kitchen.

“Uh, I have no idea.” he admitted. “She doesn’t like me.”

Tony scoffed. “What? How could she not like you?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know.”

Nat rolled her eyes. “Boys are so dumb.” she murmured.

“I heard that.” Tony replied.

“You were supposed to.”

“You’re her mom, what did I do wrong?” Peter asked Nat.

She sighed. “You didn’t do anything wrong, sweetie. She’s just stubborn and not used to being with teenagers her age.

“Oh.”

“Just give her time, she’ll warm up to you eventually.”

You groaned to yourself, trying to eat your breakfast. That didn’t go like you wanted. You weren’t ready to meet him. By that you meant, you were hoping you’d never meet him.

“Honey, it’s me. Mind letting me in?” your mother spoke.

“Fine. It’s open.”

Nat stepped in your room, closing the door behind you. She stood awkwardly in your room. “So, uh, that went well.” “Mom.” you whined again. “I had no idea I was gonna meet him then. I was caught off guard.”

“You still could have been nicer to him.”

“Mom, please. I don’t need to be friends with him.”

“Least be mutual, respectful. He asked me if he did something wrong when you left, which he didn’t. I can tell he’s a good kid and you know I have good instincts on reading people.”

“Yeah, I know. I just...I’m scared.” you admitted. Something you would only admit to your mother.

She joined you on your bed, resting a hand on your thigh. “I know honey but you can’t just ignore him. He might be a part of the team so you might as well be friends.”

You sighed. “I was kinda rude wasn’t I?”

“Yeah.” your mother said.

You scolded at her making her laugh. “I’ll apologize when I see him again, okay?”

She patted your leg. “That’s my girl.”

Nat left you be with your thoughts. You finished your breakfast and went back to the kitchen to wash out your dishes. Tony was there but no Peter.

“Hey, Mr. Stark, where’s Peter?” you asked.

“Oh, he left.”

“What?”

“He said something about you not liking him not made him wanna join the team.”

Your jaw dropped. “Wait what?”

“Yeah, I even tried to bribe with him a billion dollars but it wasn’t good enough. You might still be able to catch him.” He pointed at the glass that was the front of the building.

You rushed downstairs, almost tripping.

You saw Happy in the driverseat of a limo, about to pull off.

“No wait!” you shouted.

Happy looked over at you and stopped the vehicle. “Is Peter here?” you asked him.

“Yeah, in the back.”

You went over to the back of the limo, knocking. The window rolled down, revealing Peter. “Oh it’s you.” he said.

“Yeah. Uh why are you leaving?”

“Well I didn’t feel very welcomed. Didn’t see the point of staying if no one liked me.” he shrugged.

You sighed. “Look, I’m sorry I was a bitch. But you shouldn’t leave.”

“You weren’t a bitch.” Peter said.

“I kinda was. And it wasn’t anything you did. I’m just not around people my age…” you shrugged.

Peter looked at you with soft brown eyes. He was like a puppy. “You said you had homework...but I never saw you at school before?”

“I’m homeschooled.” you explained. “See what I mean?”

Peter smiled just a bit. It was cute. “I also have a high IQ. Makes social interaction tricky sometimes.” you admitted.

“How high?” he asked.

“A hundred and sixty-four.” you said.

Peter stared at you.

“So please...don’t leave just because I was rude. I can tell Mr. Stark likes you and that’s not an everyday thing.”

“You really think I should stay?”

You nodded. “I saw you on youtube. Thought you were pretty cool...Spider-Man.”

He chuckled and maybe blushed? “Uh thanks.”

“So...will you stay?” you asked, still unsure if you changed his mind or not.

“I will...on one condition.”

“Yeah?”

“We become friends.” Peter grinned.

You smiled, playfully rolling your eyes. “Okay fine. You drive a hard bargain, Peter Parker.”

#mysmileyspideyboi #my fics #transfusion fic #peter parker

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you-guys--are-losers · 5 years ago

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Can you write a fic where Peter tries to keep his relationship with MJ a secret but the other Avengers do some spying and try to figure out who she is?

//Okay, so I LOVE the originality of this prompt! I also, for my 900 followers request, got this prompt request from @melodytheravenclaw:

20 (meet the family) Spideychelle I would find it hilarious for MJ to meet the Avengers family :)

I think the two will tie nicely together, and I can’t wait to show this to you! can’t wait to give this to you guys. :) Hope you like it!

A Joint Effort

Summary: When Sam, Clint, and Bucky catch Peter flirting with a mysterious contact over text, they make it their personal mission to figure out who it is– and they are more than willing to drag the rest of the Avengers into the mix.

Warnings: Language, Endgame Spoilers, Secondhand Embarrassment

Word Count:

Characters: Peter Parker x Michelle Jones

Several months following the Final Battle, the compound is rebuilt

Slowly, but surely, the remaining Avengers begin to take up residence in the rooms again

Maybe it’s a bit strange to return to the place where so much was lost, but there’s something poetic about taking up residence with the others who won and lost so much that day

And almost anything is better than returning to empty apartments where the quiet is much too loud

Among others, Bucky returns to stay at the compound, as well as Sam, Wanda, and Bruce

Some of the others keep rooms in the compound and visit regularly, despite the fact that they have other lodgings because it’s important to remain in contact and the community can be nice

One of the members of this category is Peter Parker

At first, no one is quite sure what to make of the lanky teen hanging around the compound

Half the time the kid is making obscure references that no one understands

And the other half he is taking shortcuts across the compound by walking on the walls with his school supplies sticking to him as he looks for somewhere comfortable to study for his exams

But the rest of the Avengers have an unspoken agreement to give the kid the same treatment as the rest of them

After all, he is an Avenger

And they all remember the look on his face when he had to let go of his mentor’s nearly lifeless body

So they all get used to Peter Parker’s frequent visits and the enthusiasm with which he approaches the chance to respond to any little disturbance

And soon, Peter is just as much a part of the compound as the excessive number of glass panes

However, there is one unintended side effect to the Avengers becoming accustomed to Peter’s presence

Because now that they are more comfortable with Peter

They are more at ease with screwing with him

It starts one morning in the kitchen while Clint is visiting the compound

It’s 12 ‘o clock on a Saturday, and Peter is eating lunch at the kitchen counter when Sam, Bucky, and Clint barge in for breakfast

Really Bucky just starts on breakfast for the other two, since it was a late night and he can hold his liquor a lot better than the other two

Clint and Sam are seated at bar stools by the island while Peter leans against the countertop, spooning Cocoa Puffs into his mouth with one hand while he scrolls through his phone with the other

It is while he is doing this that Sam catches a glimpse of Peter’s phone screen

“Who are you texting, kid?”

Peter glances up from his phone, nearly dropping his spoon into his cereal when he finds all three of the mildly-hungover Avengers staring at him with interest

“Oh, um, nobody, I just-”

“Nobody, really?” Clint presses, a little grin sliding onto his face

“A red heart and a spider emoji? That doesn’t look like nobody,” Sam replies, leaning over to glance at Peter’s phone again

Peter quickly powers his phone down, swallowing as he scoops up his bowl of chocolatey milk, saying, “I’m just gonna, um…”

And then Peter’s gone, leaving an empty spot at the kitchen island and three Avengers who are determined to figure out who Peter Parker is seeing

They bring it up again later that night, when the kid has headed back home to Queens, and it is in the compound’s kitchen that they decide they are going to have to join forces

Wanda, who shares a wall with Peter, agrees to join in in order to figure out who Peter is talking to at three in the morning every night

And T’challa, who is passing through on a diplomatic mission, joins in because when he brings it up to Shuri over text, she gets way too smug about it and refuses to explain

Bruce is initially opposed to the idea, because “The kid needs his privacy,” but he caves when they suggest that maybe this is the reason the Wi-Fi has been so slow lately

So, once they’ve got their team together, the game begins

Bruce makes the mistake of contacting Ned, relying on their joint star power as a sufficient motive for Peter’s best friend to spill the beans

And it’s true, Ned does freak out, communicating largely through keyboardsmashes for a good stretch

But he also immediately contacts Peter, relaying Bruce’s question: “Do you know who Peter’s been texting lately? We know it’s not you, but we can’t figure out who.”

And as soon as Peter knows, he suits up for battle

His phone is never out anymore, not even when he’s lounging around the compound

It’s always shoved down in his pocket, safely adhered there by a little bit of webbing

It’s not like Sam discovered this when he attempted to snatch the phone from his pocket and nearly pantsed the kid

Because that would be ridiculous conduct for a United States Air Force Vet

The kid doesn’t even open it in front of them anymore, and he answers any questions they ask him with one word before vanishing into his room in the compound again

After a week or so of this, the Avengers decide that it’s time to change their strategy

Thanks to Wanda, they know that Peter has been spending his nights staying up into ungodly hours of the morning

So now, it’s just a matter of catching Peter at the right moment

Though Clint and T’challa have other homes to return to, Wanda, Sam, and Bruce are able to split up the duty of finding increasingly more desperate reasons to enter Peter’s room

The first few times, they find Peter hurriedly making himself appear busy, either by faking sleep with a glowing square under his blanket or by grabbing the nearest item to him

Once or twice, when they enter the room they find Peter hurriedly trying to look invested in an upside-down textbook

The effort goes on for a week and a half or so

It comes to a screeching halt, however, after a failed attempt

Sam and Bruce hear Peter making noise and can see light coming under the door, but when they open it, what they really find is Peter crying while watching Moulin Rouge

Never wanting to witness such a sight again, it is decided that it will be necessary to attempt yet another change in strategy

This time, the Avengers defer to Bruce

His argument is that he, as one of the kid’s scientific idols, is probably best-equipped to get it out of him using a softer approach

So, with their end goal in mind, the others wait in the living room as Bruce enters the kitchen, where the kid is getting another cup of juice

Is a softer strategy necessary? Maybe. Is there such thing as too soft? Definitely

Because, instead of getting the identity of “Red Heart Spider Emoji,” Bruce somehow manages to initiate a conversation about Peter’s growing body and the different needs he might be experiencing at this time

As amusing as the stammering of the mortified kid might be in any other situation, the listening Clint, T’Challa, Wanda, and Sam are all painfully aware of the failure of this attempt to get a name out of Peter

And when the kid leaves the room clearly wishing the ground would swallow them up, everyone seems to be in agreement that maybe, sometimes, not every mission has to be a success

So, after the final attempt, the Avengers put the matter to rest

Little do they know, however, how close their attempts are to coming to fruition

Not even three weeks later, a new mission has come in for the heroes, and they are ready to take off

The Avengers will be heading to Wakanda in order to examine and neutralize a perceived threat to the production of Wakandan vibranium, which not only would cause economic panic but also could potentially provide dangerous technology to enemies over the interplanetary black market

The mission is going to be long, and depending on how innovative their enemies are with the new material, it could likely be dangerous

Luckily it’s during the summer, so the kid at least won’t be missing out on class, but Peter’s skill set has proven integral to the team before, so he’s coming with

It’s early afternoon, and they’re about ready to load out. There’s a Wakandan helicopter at the compound that is ready to take them, and the team begins the walk across the pad to the chopper, the whirring blades of which create a deafening noise across the green

She arrives so quickly that at first, they don’t see her

However, as they approach their transportation, Bruce holds out a hand where he is leading them from the front of the group, gesturing to a figure that is hurtling towards them across the lawn

The team takes up a defensive stance out of habit, but it is almost immediately proven to be unnecessary

Because, as it gets closer, the blur moving towards them across the compound reveals itself to be a girl, tall and skinny as she jogs across the grass in her combat boots

The winds created by the chopper send her dark, curly hair flying wildly around her face as she approaches, teasing it into a mess that only further increases her hurried, disheveled appearance

Though they relax, the Avengers do not completely abandon their defensive positions

Except for Peter

The youngest Avenger straightens to his full height with a widening of his mechanical eyes, hands instinctively moving to straighten the Iron Spider Suit that is practically plastered to his body

Once he realized the folly of his attempt, Peter steps forward, pulling the mask off of his face as he does so

The rest of the Avengers exchange wary glances, at least until the girl draws to a stop in front of them

Now, they can get a good look at her, and things begin to make a bit more sense

The rest of the Avengers watch as the girl runs a hand through her wild curls, brushing them away from her face

Though she stands tall and her face is composed, the slight widening of her eyes and the breathless nature of her appearance makes her look even more nervous than any of them

“MJ?” Peter blurts, his own eyes wide and confused

He scans her appearance with obvious concern, but his eyes come to rest on her own deep brown irises as he poses the question in all of their minds

“Why are you here?”

MJ doesn’t appear to be the least bit fazed by the question, but she is still tense as she answers

“You didn’t say goodbye, asshole,” she pants, clearly winded from her run

Her eyes travel to the other Avengers for a moment, and she offers them a tight nod before looking back at Peter, not even a little put-off by the massive, hulking heroes who are all eyeing her

“Oh,” Peter replies, dumbstruck, not looking away from her

For a moment, the tension continues, and no one says a word

The newcomer, however, appears more nervous than ever, and her following actions betray why

“You know what, Parker? Screw it,” she decides, striding even closer to Peter

She approaches with all the bravado of a soldier, walking with purpose until their chests are practically touching and Peter steels himself for a blow

Sam and Bucky watch with interest, not daring to blink in case they miss the moment she decks him

The punch doesn’t come, however

Because instead, MJ reaches down, takes his jaw in her hands, closes her eyes, and brings her lips crashing into Peter’s own

The boy’s eyes widen as she does so, but they almost immediately flutter shut the way hers have

After an initial stiffening, Peter relaxes into the kiss, and the rest of the Avengers stare on in utter shock as the two share a moment, hair and clothing blowing in the wind created by the chopper blades

When MJ finally lets go, her eyes open immediately

They are wide, but they shine as they look down at the boy whose cheeks are cupped in her hands, one of which rises to brush his cheekbone before she lets him go

And then, as Peter stares at her, she speaks a simple command:

“Come back to me.”

Before he can say another word, MJ has turned around, and she returns the way she came with a renewed energy in her gait

For a few moments, the team watches her walk away, hopping the fence so that she is a safe distance from the helicopter

No one says anything as Peter turns to watch her leave, then turns back with a broad grin on his face before he pulls the mask over it

Sam is the one who breaks the silence:

“So that’s Ms. Red Heart, Spider Girl.”

Even through the mask, the mechanical eyes seem to glow as Peter says, “Maybe she is.”

Without another word, Peter turns to climb onto the chopper, but Sam shouts, “Hey!” to stop him

One the kid has turned around, he is greeted with varying degrees of pleasure on the faces that stare back at him

Wanda is trying and failing to hide a little smirk, Bruce is beaming, Clint offers the kid a lopsided grin, and Bucky spares one nod with gleaming eyes

It’s Sam, though, who really smiles

“Don’t mess it up with that one, kid. We like her.”

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traincat · 5 years ago

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not to be a big bitter bitch but like, i'm seeing a bunch of articles about tom holland being "open" to the idea of spider-man being gay, and comparing that to that recent travesty of an interview, it just feels.... hollow. like, we can imagine him being gay but not jewish? really?

also obviously no one has a monopoly on the idea but Andrew Garfield Did It First Y'all

I was on mobile the past two days and wanted to wait until I wasn’t tapping out replies on my phone, but in a word: yeah. I’m going to sum up why I personally feel Tom Holland’s comment on the possibility of a gay Spider-Man is different than Andrew Garfield’s, starting with the context of the given quotes.

First off, literally all Tom Holland said was that “of course” he would be okay with a gay Spider-Man when he was asked about it. He went on to elaborate a little bit, and the whole thing is very diplomatic and more than a little vague:

“I can’t talk about the future of the character because honestly I don’t know and it’s out of my hands. But I do know a lot about the future of Marvel, and they are going to be representing lots of different people in the next few years.”

This, to me, seems like a careful and diplomatic response to the question given the massive backlash the MCU has gotten over its lack of representation, particularly the Endgame “gay Joe Russo” debacle and the cutting of Tessa Thompson’s bisexual Valkyrie scene, and also in response to the discussion that the Andrew Garfield controversy generated. I can’t say for certain whether or not this question would be asked if Andrew Garfield hadn’t so vocally spoken out in favor of exploring Peter Parker’s sexuality in film – and then gotten so much backlash both from fans, and, he’s since revealed, push back from the studio – but I do think it’s less likely it would have come up.

Let me be totally clear: I think this comment from Tom Holland is nice. It’s well-spoken, polite, and it’s good that he’s publicly supportive of the idea. But also, despite what a lot of his fans like to think, Tom Holland is not “just a kid” – he is a 23-year-old professional actor, and this is not his first press tour. “Tom Holland Says Spider-Man Can’t Be Gay” is a PR nightmare. So faced with this question, this was about the only answer he could give without more massive backlash against the MCU for its lack of representation 20+ films in. So it’s nice. It’s well-worded. Hopefully it means something to kids who are only familiar with this actor’s iteration of Spider-Man who want to see themselves represented on screen. I’m not putting Tom Holland down as a person or a public figure here, but I am saying this is nothing to write home about compared to some other attempts to drum up representation by even other MCU actors. This kind of reply should be the minimum people should expect from someone in the public eye in 2019.

Again, let me stress the point that this question was put to Tom Holland in an interview. Andrew Garfield brought this up on his own to producers, director Marc Webb, and to Entertainment Weekly.

“I was kind of joking, but kind of not joking about MJ,” he tells EW. “And I was like, ‘What if MJ is a dude?’ Why can’t we discover that Peter is exploring his sexuality? It’s hardly even groundbreaking!…So why can’t he be gay? Why can’t he be into boys?”

(He also wanted Michael B. Jordan to play his love interest in the third film and every day I think about this and how my Spideytorch beliefs are validated by the universe.)

Much like Andrew Garfield’s comments on Spider-Man being Jewish (more on that in a minute), there’s no evidence that anyone asked him these questions so much as he just went off on his own – and got a lot of backlash for them:

“I worked harder than I’ve ever worked on anything and I’m really proud of it,” he says, “but I didn’t feel represented. There was an interview I gave where I said, ‘Why can’t Peter explore his bisexuality in his next film? Why can’t [his girlfriend] MJ be a guy?’ I was then put under a lot of pressure to retract that and apologise for saying something that is a legitimate thing to think and feel. So I said, ‘OK, so you want me to make sure that we get the bigots and the homophobes to buy their tickets?’”

It’s unlikely Tom Holland is going to face that kind of studio backlash for his comments, because he didn’t make them out of nowhere – he responded politely, positively, and just a tad evasively (”it’s out of my hands”) to a question that was put to him. He didn’t come out swinging, and in light of the backlash against the MCU and Andrew Garfield’s honestly about the pressure he was put under to apologize for his own opinions, it’s pretty unlikely Marvel Studios wants to look bad by making their bright-eyed star go back on the record all, “no, sorry, no gay Spider-Man here, I thought you said DAY Spider-Man.” And we at the very least partially have Andrew Garfield being honest and vocal, both about his vision for a canonically bisexual Peter Parker who is allowed to explore that on film and about the pressure he was put under to apologize following those comments, to thank for that, so it feels inappropriate in light of that to celebrate Tom Holland’s comment without at least mentioning Andrew Garfield no matter how one personally feels about either film franchise. It’s definitely weird to take memes like this one and paste Tom Holland’s name over it in light of the fact that he’s received maybe a teeny tiny fraction of the backlash Andrew Garfield got, if that. I don’t, for the record, believe the theory that The Amazing Spider-Man franchise was canceled solely because of Andrew Garfield’s above comments – the Sony leaks were kind of a big deal, and TASM2 didn’t perform as well as desired at the box office, so Marvel Studios was prime to swoop in with their deal – but even just in terms of making jokes, it’s a bit in bad taste when Tom Holland definitely isn’t getting fired over this one.

And again, the sentiment that Tom Holland would be okay with a gay Spider-Man is nice, I’m not saying it’s not, and it’s good that he voiced his support, but it is the bare minimum, and when he was blindsided by the idea of a Jewish Spider-Man in a Wired video, he was visibly confused, said, “I don’t think he is,” and never voiced his support for that idea or for more Jewish representation in superhero films, Spider-Man or not. Leaving aside the fact that Spider-Man was created by a Jewish man, that Andrew Garfield was also very vocal about recognizing his own Jewish heritage and identity within the character, and that in Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse Peter B. Parker has Jewish wedding on screen, and so the only way Tom Holland could not have considered this possibility is if he read literally no widely circulated press about other iterations of the character he plays ever, it was a bad look. It would have been easy to say “I didn’t consider that before but now I will,” or something along those lines. (I have a longer post about that and why the problem isn’t a lack of knowledge of Spider-Man’s Jewish history but a lack of consideration of it here.) But he didn’t. So some forms of representation for Spider-Man are okay, but others haven’t merited the time it takes to think about or a polite and considerate reply. Got it.

#*replies #long post/#traincat talks comics #traincat talks homecoming #mcu criticism/#wehavelightandfury

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irondad-defensesquad · 5 years ago

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The time Miles met Tony Stark and made a discovery

Fandom: MCU

Rating: G

Relationships: Miles & Peter, Tony & Peter

Characters: Miles Morales, Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Aaron Davis

Summary: In which little Miles Morales tries to help a wounded, stubborn Spider-Man until Iron Man arrives trying not to freak out. Part 2 of the Miles in the MCU series.

Word count: 2,818

Read Part 1 of the series

Also on AO3!

WARNINGS: character injury

Sometimes, Miles thinks his parents worry over him too much. In fact, he should emphasize his father in that statement – Jefferson is a police officer and so demands safety at all costs, to the point of not trusting Aaron or some kids that Miles has befriended, either at school or in his neighborhood. The boy may understand given the mess that Brooklyn (or New York as a whole) can be, but it’s not like he’s stupid or unaware of his surroundings. He may be young, but he has become more familiar with walking around, thanks to his uncle and those boys Jefferson disapproves of. Miles is not careless, unlike what his father appears to believe.

After another school day, Miles heads to Aaron’s with his friends as his parents are working. It’s a good thing his school is near where he and his uncle live; and the other boys are great companions, as they laugh together in the street. The group is pretty diverse, Miles being one of the youngest while others are older, which makes it a more welcoming environment, makes him feel included. He just wishes his father could understand this…

When they’re closer to Aaron’s apartment, the kids disperse to their own destinations and thus Miles is on his own. The past days have been relatively peaceful since… since the night his uncle was shot. It took him some time to recover and he has been staying in more often due to that, too. Miles reminded to buy him a snack, which was actually provided by his dad out of anyone else. That doesn’t mean they’re in good terms, though.

Regardless, it has been a good day; and now he’s going to hang out with Aaron for the rest of the afternoon. The boy is smiling, relaxed. Hopefully nothing unusual would ruin it for him.

… that’s what he thought before he hears loud noises coming from the alley he was passing by. It sounds like something crashed the several trash cans. It might have been a dog or cat, or anything else, except he also catches on a pained groan in there.

Maybe Miles should’ve headed home, his uncle is waiting for him. Instead, however, he ends up entering the dark alley to get a closer look.

Some of the cans have fallen, so he smells the horrible garbage, yet remains quiet to not be noticed by whoever is there. Other bins are still standing, so he hides behind them and raises his head until he’s able to see a tall figure tripping again. It may be dark but the first things he notices are the familiar red and blue tones he himself wears as a hoodie. And, just like that, Miles meets Spider-Man close again.

He would’ve been happy to see his hero again, weren’t it for the fact that the other can barely stand on his feet. Spider-Man leans against the wall until he’s sitting on the dirty ground. Miles notices his suit is ripped in some parts, revealing… dark bruises smudging his skin. The boy gasps without making a sound and, before he can do anything, he freezes. Spider-Man is… he’s taking his mask off!

Miles covers his mouth with a hand when he… he discovers the hero’s true appearance. Without a mask, an… actual teenager is exposed, revealing messy and sweaty, brown hair and round face features. There’s a small amount of blood staining his cheek as well.

Miles should have suspected. His voice really is higher than he expected but never thought too much about it before. Now, he knows Spider-Man is a young boy who looks after the people from Queens (and Brooklyn as well, he supposes). Which isn’t a bad thing, actually.

But it doesn’t matter now – Spider-Man is hurt right in front of him and Miles is just standing there! He should do something!

Except the boy doesn’t know what to do. Heck, he hated to imagine what could have happened to his uncle if Spider-Man hadn’t shown up. Now the hero needs his help.

Miles realizes he has no phone; but hey, Aaron’s apartment is not too far, maybe the adult can call an ambulance or do anything as long as he’s safe. Well, he can’t waste time!

The younger steps forward. Spider-Man hasn’t even realized he’s right there; the teenager is looking at… at nowhere, wincing in pain at the same time. His chest is moving slowly, as if breathing is too much of an effort. Miles decides to reveal himself for once, hoping he doesn’t scare him.

“Uh… Spider-Man?” He calls him.

As soon as he said it, the teen jumps and gasps, searches for his mask and tries to put it back; yet he’s panicking so he fails at hiding his face.

“Hey, hey.” Miles sounds calm, trying to soothe him. “It’s okay. I won’t tell anyone, I promise.”

The brown-haired boy appears to calm down after that, but he moans in pain again and stiffens his body. Miles tries not to stare at his wounds and instead aims to focus on helping him.

“Wait… Miles?” Spider-Man says, his voice higher.

Part of him feels a bit flustered that the hero remembers his name but reminds himself that’s not the point.

“What happened to you?” Miles asks.

The hero groans and replies, “I sorta... fell after stopping some bad guys selling weapons. My web shooters… kinda got busted, ugh.”

Spider-Man pats his own hands in his right pulse, the black part of his suit. He frowns as he can’t get it to work, and mutters, “Sh- Shoot.”

“Do you think you can stand up? I could take you to my uncle’s, it’s not far,” Miles suggests. “He can help you with those wounds—”

“What? No, no, no, you don’t have to! I’ll just- figure out what’s wrong with these and then I can get out just fine!”

“But- you’re hurt!” Miles protests.

“Really, it’s not a big deal. My spider powers give me super healing, these will be gone within the blink of an eye. Easy peasy.”

The black-haired boy wants to believe him, but it doesn’t… appear the “super healing” is having any effect. Besides, he can just tell how in pain Spider-Man is with every movement he makes.

“Let me help you,” The younger pleads. “I don’t think you should go out there like that—”

“Relax, buddy, I’m gonna be just fine. Just let me get this right…”

The black thing in the teenager’s pulse projects what appears to be… the settings of said web shooters? Miles has never thought just how advanced his suit is. It doesn’t even take long for the older to figure out what is wrong.

“Welp, looks like they were turned off somehow… those stupid alien weapons almost did a number out of it,” Spider-Man mumbles to himself.

Finally, the projection thing is gone. Spider-Man sighs and says, “It’s all settled, I’d better get going.”

Miles’ eyes widen. “Wha- but you can barely get on your feet!”

“Hey, remember I have super healing; I already feel fine!”

Except he doesn’t. The hero is only able to stand up since he uses the wall behind him as support. Miles is looking at him in disbelief.

“Come on, don’t do this,” The younger begs. “Your healing isn’t working, man! You’ve gotta get help!”

“Even if I needed, I can’t let anyone discover my identity, Miles,” Spider-Man argues. “It’s dangerous.”

“But what if you get hurt again?”’

“I can handle it, I’m Spider-Man!”

Miles groans. Good god, he really is a teenager. Too stubborn! Before he can try and stop him again, Spider-Man puts on his mask and says, “Karen, trace the fastest route back to Queens.”

“Hey, wait-!” The kid stands in front of him, so he doesn’t walk.

Yet Miles realizes that Spider-Man continues, “What- Karen, I’m fine, I have enhanced healing, remember? I fixed my web shooters, too!” It… seems as though he’s talking to this Karen Miles has no idea who it is. The hero even awaits before protesting, “No, it’s gonna be okay! You- You don’t need to call him, okay? He’s- He’s busy, I—Karen, NO, don’t call-!”

Whatever it was, Spider-Man isn’t amused. He lets out a defeated groan and falls back to the ground as he takes his mask off again, wincing again but quieter. Miles blinks in confusion.

“Uh, who’s Karen?” He asks, finally.

Spider-Man snaps his head at his direction. “She’s like… y’know… a computer my suit has. Artificial intelligence.”

“Oh. She talks to you and everything?”

“Yeah. She’s a big help; she shows me what I can do to do a better job, like track criminals or weapons, fastest routes to anywhere you can imagine, call the emergencies and so on… she’s also a good listener when I have no one to talk to.”

Miles can’t help smirking as he asks, “So she’s like your computer wife? Like Plankton’s?”

“You could say that,” The teenager laughs, weak. “She worries about me, too…”

The environment is less tense, except Miles won’t stop feeling bad about his hero’s wounds. Though he remembers how Spider-Man and Karen argued just then, noting that the former did mention a ‘he’, not a hospital, as far as the younger boy is concerned.

“She called for help, right?" Miles asks, Spider-Man nods in response. "Then… who did she call?”

“Um… you see…”

His voice dies out as he snaps his head toward a certain direction. Miles follows his lead, taking notice of a bright, yellow light coming from the sky approaching at a surprising speed.

“What is that?!” Miles yells, terrified. Before he can get Spider-Man out of there, the teenager already soothes him.

“It’s not a threat, it’s okay.”

And he’s… he’s right. When the flying object is close enough, Miles recognizes the… metallic red and yellow.

No way.

There’s no freaking way it’s Iron Man flying all the way there!

Once the metal hits the ground, Miles refrains himself from screaming. It really is the suit of armor that is so well-known worldwide. It’s so much brighter… and way more breathtaking in person!

He keeps his excitement to himself, though, when Iron Man takes no less than a second to step towards Spider-Man and ignoring Miles.

“Holy crap, kid, what the hell happened to you?!” His somewhat robotic voice is filled with concern and certain desperation. “Your A.I. said you have broken ribs and several wounds from beatings, and you fell from a height of six meters-!”

“It’s fine, Mister Stark, I’m okay—”

“Alright, cut the bullshit, kid—”

“Hey! Shh!”

“Wh- don’t you FUCKING SHUSH ME, YOUNG MAN!”

“Mister Stark, there are children present!” The teen whispers angrily and leans his head towards Miles, who’s watching the scene in utter silence; which worsens once Iron Man turns to him as well.

“Oh, forgot you were here. My bad.” He sounds a little indifferent, when he looks back at the teen. “Wait, your mask—"

“It’s fine! M-Mister Stark, this is my friend Miles, I uh- I saved his uncle. Twice.” Spider-Man introduces them to one another (and Miles won’t contain the little smile as he’s referred as Spider-Man’s friend) “Miles, Mister Stark- wait, are you… like, actually here?”

“Yes, I am actually here.” Iron Man’s faceplate reveals the unforgettable face of Tony Stark, showing a displeased, worried expression as he turns back to Spider-Man. “This is important.”

The spider-teen sighs. “Sir, really, I’m fine.”

“I swear to Thor’s beard if you say that one more time—”

“You really didn’t have to—”

“Of course I had to! I can’t just let you go around and hurt yourself!”

“I have enhanced healing!”

“Which has been compromised because you have been skipping lunch and sleep in days!”

“What, you’re monitoring even that now? I’m not a baby!”

“Yes, because you don’t take care of yourself!”

“Oh, look who’s talking,” Spider-Man mocks.

“That is not the point!”

“I could totally handle this! You won’t let me do anything!”

“No, you couldn’t! What if you fell even higher and got yourself hurt more?!”

“Ugh, you’re overreacting!”

“I am overreacting?!”

The argument goes on for a while and Miles is just… there, staring. He has so many questions and yet can’t believe he’s standing right beside Iron Man and Spider-Man. And yet… the entire situation is so... he can't even describe it.

Before he can think it through, he ends up listening to their fight again.

“No, that’s enough,” Iron Man says, interrupting the teen. “I’m taking you to the Tower right now. No more Spider-Manning for the next two weeks.”

“What?! That’s ridiculous!”

“Don’t make that months,” The older man warns.

Spider-Man actually pouts. Miles can’t believe this is happening.

“Kid, I’m just trying to protect you, alright.” Iron Man softens his voice a great deal. “You did a great job taking out those alien weapons back there, I saw it. But you’re not taking care of yourself. You’re starving, you’re sleep deprived and Spider-Man can’t help the little guy when he can’t do the same for himself.

“When you’re wounded like this, the first thing you should do is call me and not rely on your healing. What if your bones heal wrong, have you thought of that? And you could get an infection, too. Spider-kids aren’t invincible.”

The frown in the vigilante’s face is gone and he mutters, ashamed, “I didn’t want to bother you.”

“You could never bother me, kiddo. That’s what I’m here for, to look after you. Don’t think you’re a nuisance, because you’re not. Got it?”

Spider-Man sighs in defeat and nods in understanding. Miles swears he’s never seen Iron Man giving him such a… a soft look. He has read one thing or another describing Tony Stark as this cold, egocentric figure… not that Miles fully believes in the media, but he admits he sort of shared the same impression.

“Hold still,” The man says as his arms reach for Spider-Man. “I’m gonna carry you and we’ll fly there.”

“Hey, come on!”

“Not gonna stop me.”

“Nooo, stop, this is so embarrassing—”

“Yeah, serves you right. That makes you learn not to do this again.” Iron Man puts the mask back on the older boy’s face.

For once, Miles finally steps in.

“Um, w-where are you taking him?” He asks.

“To the Aven- Stark Tower. A med team that will make sure his identity isn’t revealed to the public.”

Miles nods, sighs in relief. “Oh, okay... that's good.”

He expects Iron Man to fly away from there immediately but he… actually talks to Miles.

“Hey, uh… thanks for keeping him company, squirt,” The man tells him. “Who knows what could’ve happened if you didn’t keep an eye on him.”

Spider-Man groans but adds, in a softer voice, “Yeah… he’s really good. Thanks, Miles.”

Miles swears his cheeks are heating up. “O-Oh, no problem!”

Iron Man smiles at him. He’s never washing his eyes again.

“I’ll see you around, bud,” Spider-Man says.

“Yeah, I’ll… I'll see you!”

Finally, the two heroes take off. Miles watches them as they go, until they are no longer seen in his radius. He realizes he has a huge grin on his face, and he can’t wait to tell Aaron—

Oh, right! He was supposed to be there! How long has it been?

Even then, Miles sprints to his uncle’s apartment, bouncing in excitement like never before.

“Miles, where were you? I was almost leaving to find you, were you with those kids-?”

“You won’t believe what just happened, Uncle Aaron! I saw Spider-Man again! And I met Iron Man, too!!”

“Woah, what?” Aaron’s eyes widen in surprise. “Alright, start from the beginning. I wanna know how my nephew has become famous with the heroes.”

Miles rolls his eyes but is still smiling. “So, I found Spider-Man not too far from here because I think his webs were busted? I tried to help him, but he insisted he was fine…” He decides he wouldn’t be telling his uncle about the hero’s identity. He did make a promise to Spider-Man, even if he trusts Aaron more than anyone else.

“… so, his suit called someone and suddenly Iron Man arrived to help! And he thanked me for watching Spider-Man!”

“Wow, that’s amazing, Miles,” Aaron smiles, ruffles his dark hair. “You really are a hero.”

Miles giggles, flustered. Then, his smile falls a bit.

“It’s funny, though… Iron Man wasn’t who I was expecting at all. The things I read about him are pretty different,” He comments.

“Oh yeah? What did you think of him, then?”

“He’s- He’s cool, y’know. But…”

Miles remembers Spider-Man and Iron Man arguing as if it’s the most familiar, common thing in the world. The way the two spoke to one another… Iron Man's scolding... Miles shakes his head and snorts.

“… he's a huge dad."

#fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #miles morales #peter parker #tony stark #irondad #aaron davis #writing #fics #my fics #injury tw #mcu #marvel cinematic universe

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hailing-stars · 6 years ago

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Iron dad prompt. Tony at Peter's high school graduation ~also would be awesome if Flash is there freaking out about Peter and Tony fucking Stark.

extended family

“Wait, what?” asked Peter. He dropped his screwdriver and looked away from the web-shooters he’d been upgrading. Mr. Stark stared back at him, with a straight face, as if his response to Peter’s question was completely reasonable and not to be questioned. “You need how many tickets?”

“Twelve.”

“Twelve?”

“Yep,” said Mr. Stark. He bopped him on the nose with a cloth as he passed by him, leaving Peter to wipe the smudge it left with his arm. “Just eighteen and your super-hearing is already going, huh?”

“Umm,” said Peter. “You know, I thought you’d say like one, or two, if Ms. Potts wants to come, and I already have Happy’s ticket. He’s coming with May…” He trailed off as he did the math in his head, as he tried to figure out why and for who Mr. Stark needed those ten extra tickers.

“Pep’s coming,” he told him. “And Rhodey and Bruce.”

Peter looked at Mr. Stark and waited for him to keep going with his list. There was a sinking, suspicious feeling in his stomach, one that told Peter exactly where the rest of this conversation was going, and one that told Peter that his previous agreement with Mr. Stark had been violated.

“And Steve, Bucky, Nat, Clint, Wanda, Vision,” said Tony, then paused. “Oh, and Thor.”

“No! No way.”

“You can’t tell Thor he can’t come to your graduation now. He’ll be heartbroken. Just a few hours ago he was going on and on about how he can’t wait to see the Midgardian coming of age ceremony.”

Peter slouched in his stool, over the workstation in front of him and buried his head in his hands. “Mr. Stark you promised you wouldn’t say anything.”

He’d been nervous, at first, to ask Mr. Stark to come and see his graduation. He’d had some sort of illogical fear that his mentor wouldn’t want to spend a couple of hours in a high school auditorium, just to wait for Peter’s name to be called, and so what if he was valedictorian? So, what if he was reciting a speech he’d written? Even after years of working with Mr. Stark, of fighting with Iron Man, some days Peter Parker still didn’t feel very important.

That fear, of course, had been proven illogical after he told Mr. Stark about the graduation and the accomplishment and the speech. In that moment, a new fear that been sparked, and that one didn’t feel so illogical. Peter feared Mr. Stark might start shouting about his fear from the rooftop of his building or fly around in his armor yelling about it into a megaphone.

Peter had never seen pride as violent as Mr. Stark’s. It made him smile. When the man wasn’t looking.

In all his parental gushing and hugs and tears, even if Mr. Stark said they weren’t really tears, he did make him one promise. That he wouldn’t say anything to the Avengers. That he would keep their involvement down to the graduation Peter was allowing Mr. Stark to throw him at the Avenger’s compound.

Apparently, that hadn’t happened. The promise was broken, and Peter was terrified, if not a bit moved. That they all cared enough about him to sit and around in a high school auditorium and wait for him to speak.

“I might have let it slip… in my excitement over hearing your speech,” admitted Mr. Stark.

Peter sat up, picked his screwdriver back up, and twirled it through his fingers. He wished it wasn’t a big deal. He wished he could just let the whole Avengers team crash his graduation ceremony, if only to see Flash’s expression when he found out they were all there for Tony Stark’s intern, but that couldn’t happen.

It was an unnecessary risk to Spider-Man’s secret identity, and lately, between online conspiracy theorists and the media trailing after Spider-Man’s every move, he felt like he needed to be extra careful.

In the end, after a discussion where he shared his reasons with Mr. Stark, and where Mr. Stark admitted he’d lost a bit of reality in all his pride and excitement, Peter gave him two tickets, with a bit of guilt and regret as he handed them over.

When he went home, when he was in his bedroom, alone, typing up his speech on a Stark laptop, he thought about heroes, and whether or not Mr. Stark ever regretted revealing to the world that he was one of them.

Graduation day arrived swiftly.

Peter had a stack of notecards in his hand as he stepped out onto the stage and took the valedictorians seat behind the podium. As the salutatorian, Flash sat next to him. They both looked out into the crowd, and they both spotted Tony Stark and Pepper Potts sit down, next to May and Happy, in the front row, at the same time.

“Holy shit,” said Flash. “That’s Tony fucking Stark.”

“Mmhm.”

“I wonder what he’s doing here.” Flash straightened up in his chair. “Maybe he’s coming to scout out the talent, offer up some real internships.”

Peter didn’t have the chance to offer a reply. Principal Morita now stood behind the podium, commanded the attention of the auditorium, and started the ceremony. Or at least he tried. He was interrupted by a string of people lining up against the back wall, by a string of Avengers lining up against the back wall, or rather, interrupted by the whispers and the pointing that they attracted.

At the sight of Thor, standing in the middle of Avengers line, waving him at with extreme gusto, Peter’s eyes went wide with horror and he shrunk back in his chair.

“Fuck that’s Thor,” said Flash. He looked all around them. “Who’s he waving at?”

By some miracle, Morita eventually regained control over the auditorium, and the ceremony started. Names were called. Peter watched as his classmates and friends crossed the stage, received their diplomas and sat back down. He watched as his teammates, the Avengers, stood at the back, with nowhere to sit, the entire time, just waiting for Peter to give his speech.

It came too soon. Peter wasn’t really the sort to give speeches, farewell ones, or otherwise. That was more of Steve’s thing, but he stood up when he was announced. He shook Morita’s hand, and moved in front of the podium.

Everything was so clear as he stood, and as he spoke. May held Happy’s hand as tears streamed down her face. Tony’s violent pride was evident in his eyes, and in his smile. Standing in the back row, his found family. All of them, except for Thor, blending in, and on their best behavior, hanging on his every word.

He looked down at his notecards, then back up at the crowd, specifically he looked at May and Tony, and he hoped they would forgive him for what he was about to do.

“There’s a lot of speculation and discourse on what it means to be a hero. My uncle Ben and my aunt May taught me that kindness is a superpower,” and Peter, with a nod and a smile for May. “Then there’s the other kind of hero. The kind that protects us from threats we never even hear about, that teach younger heroes, like Spider-Man, to wield their power, and their responsibility, with care.”

“You all might be wondering what Spider-Man has to do with us,” said Peter, and there a few laughs echoed across the auditorium. Mr. Stark didn’t laugh. Neither did May. “Well the truth is… I am Spider-Man.”

The auditorium was silent as Peter retreated back to his chair. He didn’t dare look at May or Mr. Stark, but he caught Flash’s expression before he sat down beside him. His eyes were popping out of his skull, and his mouth was hanging open, chin dropped. All of his previous questions had been answered, especially as Peter finally and happily waved back at Thor, and for once, Flash was left speechless.

“What. The. Fuck?”

May stood in front of Peter. Her reaction reminded him of when it was just her finding out he was Spider-Man, and that gave him hope. She embraced his choice to be Spider-Man then, so it was only a matter of time before she embraced his decision again. Just like that night though, Peter didn’t know what to say to her, but luckily, he didn’t have to say anything.

She turned and directed her fury onto Mr. Stark. Their argument, at some point, descended into Italian, and Peter had to suppress a smile. He knew he should feel remorseful, that they were arguing about him in a foreign language because they were scared for him, but he couldn’t feel guilt. Just happy. They were a family, a real one, so he knew, even though emotions were high, and they were angry with him and at each one, eventually they would all return to his graduation party upstairs.

And they did. They went back upstairs, after receiving promises of his impending death from both his sets of parents, and Peter had a great time.

He played cards with Nat and Clint. He laughed with and attempted to steal beer from Thor. He chatted with Bruce about which courses and which professors he wanted when he got to MIT. He made Steve promise him to teach him to ride his motorcycle, when Mr. Stark was out of earshot, but most of all, he thanked them all for coming to his graduation. For inspiring him. For being there, and for listening.

When his party was over, and there was nobody left except for him and Mr. Stark, Peter collapsed on the couch, feeling the weight of the day.

“Well,” said Mr. Stark. He sat next to him, with a drink in hand. “Pepper says it’s official. She’s been talking with the media since your little… announcement and there’s too many threads connecting you to Spider-Man to play this off as a joke.”

“I didn’t want to do that anyway.”

“Peter… you didn’t think this through,” said Mr. Stark. “Do you have any idea how hard this is going to be?”

“Harder than having two identities?”

Mr. Stark looked at him, then took a sip of his whiskey. “There’s nothing you could say that’s gonna convince me or Pepper or May or Happy that this was a good idea.”

“Well you don’t have to,” said Peter. “I’m an adult now, and it’s my choice.”

“I don’t like that. Go back to being fifteen,” said Mr. Stark. He put his drink down and slung an arm around Peter’s shoulders “Still proud of you. Your aunt too, she’ll forgive you eventually.”

“I know,” said Peter. He wiggled out of his grip. “Wait here. I got you a present.”

He went over to where his bag hung on a chair and returned with a small box topped with a bow. Peter handed it over.

“You know as the graduate you’re supposed to be receiving the presents, not giving them, right?” he asked, with a raised eyebrow, as he took the box form him.

“Just open it.”

Peter sat back down next to him and watched as Mr. Stark undid the bow and took the lid off the box. He pulled out the present, a pair of knee-high socks with Peter’s face printed all across them and held it up to examine it.

“Seriously kid?”

“So you won’t forget my face when I move into my dorm,” said Peter. “I know you’ll miss me. Pepper said you’re going to be a mess.”

“Oh she did?”

“Yeah.” Peter leaned back against his side. “I’m going to miss you too, Mr. Stark.”

He put his arm back around Peter’s shoulder and squeezed. “Yeah. But there’s no way in hell I’m wearing these socks.”

But months later, when Peter was browsing Instagram in his dorm room, he wasn’t at all surprised to stumble upon photos of Mr. Stark wearing socks with his face printed across them, and he was even less surprised to open his own mail on a rainy day in November to find socks with Mr. Stark’s face printed on them.

Peter wore them with a violent pride he inherited from his dad.

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