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me thinking about irondad’s canon fate for longer than six seconds
#spider-man#irondad and spiderson#iron man#tony stark#peter parker#WHY DID THEY HAVE TO DO THAT#they could have had tony retire and peter would go visit him on the weekends#WONDERFUL excuse for having spidey not be in nyc for other heroes movies too#‘we need backup’#‘where’s that Spider-Man can’t he help us?’#‘nah he’s at his dads this weekend we have to do this without him’#like????#am i right or am i right people
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You Never Said (One Shot)
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Requested by @iamwarrenspeace. Hope this is ok!
Bucky’s POV
Bucky loved the weekdays. Most people can’t wait for the weekend, but Bucky was the complete opposite. That could be because you work in the tower Monday thru Friday. Bucky had a major crush on you... well more like he was falling in love with you. He couldn’t help it, really. You were so beautiful inside and out.
You have been working with the Avengers for about 4 years. You were a field agent, going out on missions with the team from time to time, but then you went into more of a behind the scenes roll. The team loved you. You always provided a smile, or sound advice whenever they needed it. They hated when you went off missions.
You and Bucky met when you were on a mission with him. He was taken aback by your beauty and personality and immediately took a liking toward you. He wanted to get to know you, but then you stopped going on missions. He would seek you out and have lunch with you just to be near you. Bucky fell further and further in love with you.
When the Covid-19 pandemic came around, the Avengers compound turned into a safe house for people to quarantine. Bucky so hoped that you would rather spend time in the compound with him then home alone. He is sitting in the common room with the rest of the team when you walked in with a duffel bag.
“Hey Y/N, why don’t you stay here with us?”, Nat asked. “Yeah, we can girls night every night!”, Wanda said bouncing. You gave them that big smile that melted Bucky’s heart every time. “Sorry girls, I need to be with my family during this. But please promise you will all be safe. I’ll see you all soon!” you said as you waved, walking towards the elevators.
Bucky couldn’t help but be disappointed, but he understood. She should help take care of her family. Maybe her parents are older and she helps look after them. He just wishes he could spend more time with you and learn more about you. He just wants you.
- Time Jump -
The city has finally opened back up slowly. They are currently entering Phase 3, which allow small groups to gather, but keep the social distance. It’s been a long few months, and all Bucky wants to do is see you. He misses your face, and the sound of your voice. He was too nervous to call you, but he would text you asking how things were going, but it wasn’t enough.
The whole team knows how much Bucky likes you, and feels that you feel the same way. He is the only one, besides the girls, that you will sit and have lunch with. You always give him a hug when he leaves for missions, and you always smile at him when he talks to you.
“Why don’t we go pay Y/N a visit!” Tony says on a beautiful sunny Saturday. Bucky’s heart rate starts to increase at the possibility of seeing you again. The whole team is in agreement. They decide to surprise you, seeing as you all get along so well, they know you won’t mind them dropping by.
Soon after they got your address from FRIDAY, they headed over. They were surprised when they pulled into a neighborhood of large houses. They pulled up to a beautiful two story house with a porch.
Bucky day there and thought this is exactly the type of house he wants when he retires. Who knows if he plays his cards right, he could buy it off your parents when you both get married. I mean, not that he thinks about that.
There were two children playing in the front yard, and boy about 6 years of age and a girl about 4. Bucky questioned who they were, but pinned it to being your niece and nephew.
“Avery! Madison! Come inside for lunch!” You called from the front door. Bucky saw you pause when you saw the group of superheroes standing on your lawn. Once you ushered the kids inside you called in, “Pete, get them started I will be right in.”
Bucky frowned at that. Who the hell is Pete? You made your way to the group with that beautiful smile Bucky loved. His heart started fluttering as you came over. “What are you guys doing here?” You said.
“We missed our favorite Ops agent and decided to pay you a visit. We didn’t realize you already had company.” Tony said. You furrowed your brows. “Well I have company now, but no one else is here. Should there be?” You ask.
The team was completely confused. Nat was the first to speak. “Uh, who were those kids?” She asked. You gave a loving smile, which made Bucky’s heart drop into his stomach. He knew the answer and it broke his heart in pieces.
“Come on, I’ll introduce you.” You said leading them to your porch. You called your family out to the porch and waited. Bucky couldn’t look at you anymore. He felt like he couldn’t breath. How did you keep that kind of secret? You had to know how he felt about you!
The two children and a rather big man Bucky recognized walked out of the front door. You introduced the kids as your son and daughter and “Pete” or as he is also known as Piotr "Peter" Nikolaievitch Rasputin or “Colossus”, as your husband.
Bucky felt like he was going to be sick. He turned and left the group and ran down the street. He had to get away from this situation, from you. How could you not tell him you were married!? How could you lead him on like that!?
Readers POV
You watched Bucky leave and felt guilty. You had a feeling Bucky liked you more then a friend, but never stopped it. You kept your marriage a secret for your husbands sake, but you should have told Bucky when you realized what was happening.
You told your husband and kids to go back inside. When you turned back to the group you saw their disappointment. “Is... is he going to be alright?” You asked.
Steve gave you a small smile, “He will be fine.” You nodded. “I’m sorry I kept this from you. As you all realized by seeing him, I needed to keep my marriage a secret. He even wanted it to be kept away from you.” You said.
“We understand Y/N.” Tony said. You smiled. “Please tell Bucky I’m sorry if He felt I was leading him on. I do care about him, but only as a friend.” You said. “I will be coming back to the tower on Monday and I would hate for it to be awkward.”
The team nodded and started to depart. Steve looked at you, “Give Buck some time. He was really hung up on you.” He said as he walked away.
You stood on your porch and watched them pile back into their cars and head out waving goodbye. Pete came back outside and wrapped his arms around you. You leaned against him and he kissed the top of your head. You smiled up at him, “I love you.” You said.
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Bucky’s POV
Bucky made it back to the compound and went straight to his room. He grabbed an empty box and threw everything that reminded him of you into it.
He finally laid in bed and stared at the ceiling. Where did he go wrong? He thought he made his feelings clear. He could never compare to your husband! Maybe he was just not meant to find love. Maybe his time was in the 40’s.
Maybe he was meant to be alone.
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HI JSYK YOUR MY FAVOURITE FANFIC WRITER ur fic universe is IMMACULATE. question: do you have any domestic Peter at the lake house recs? because i absolutely love yours and i could read that trope forever lmao
Aw you’re super sweet <3 I do! Most of them are sickfics, because of who I am as a person, but I’ll add some general cuteness too:
A Soft Place to Land by sahiya
In some ways, Peter still felt like he’d given up by choosing Cornell. If he wasn’t going to MIT, then he should have stayed in the city, where he could have done some good as Spiderman. The long drive to and from campus created space for self-doubt to creep in. But then he’d turn off the main road and onto the long, meandering drive that led to the lake house, and he’d know he’d made the right decision.
Home.
Cursed Christmas by sahiya
A series of unfortunate events befalls Tony, Pepper, Peter, and Morgan (and Happy and May) in the week leading up to Christmas.
It'd be kind of funny if it didn't totally suck. Fortunately, they've got good back-up.
(honestly, like half of sahiya’s Marvel fics are domestic lake house and I love it)
Mr. Stark's Home for Idiot Teenagers by @sturionic
In which Tony Stark learns object lessons about love, sacrifice, death, friendship, and parenthood; and makes his peace with the unfortunate reality that his penthouse will be crawling with asshole teenagers every weekend for the foreseeable future.
In Case of Emergency by Bowtiez
Babysitting his little sister at the Stark's lakeside cabin seems like quite the gig for 17-year-old Peter. Of course he's got that covered- he's a mature individual and he can watch over a five-year-old for forty-eight hours.
On a totally unrelated note, did anyone know that super-healing doesn't really work on bacterial infections? It's a good thing Morgan knows what to do. Well... it's probably a good thing?
New Faces, Old Places by Capstar98
Peter and Michelle visit the cabin, and they bring their kid, one month old Ben, with them. Cuteness ensues.
Hide and Seek by @ferretshark
“Yeah, there’s a wasp in here somewhere. I’m not sure where it landed.”
Peter chokes on a disbelieving laugh, “Isn’t that just something you should expect when you live in a cabin in the middle of woods?”
“Well, yeah, but Pep usually takes care of it. She does bugs, I do bedtime stories.” Tony gestures at himself. “We have a fair division of responsibilities kind of thing here.”
Of Laryngitis and Pillow Forts by @marvelous-writer
Peter comes down with a cold while staying at the Stark's lake house, but that's nothing a day filled of movies and cuddles can't fix.
'Tis The Season (For Hot Chocolate) by @fourdaysofrain
Leaving the city always made Peter Parker nervous. Suburbia was just a little too wild for Spider-Man. Thankfully Tony’s cabin still had the sounds of the woods and water filtering through the windows, but still. It’s hard to sleep with all that silence.
Night(mare) Before Christmas by Desirexwolf
Christmas had always been a quiet affair for the Parkers and when Peter met Tony Stark, he didn't think anything would change about that. Tony proves him wrong.
sweets to the sweet by @ciaconnaa
Tony falls out of a tree and basically breaks his leg. Peter gets the joy of carrying him back to the cabin.
Adventures at the Stark Lake House by @whumphoarder
College-age Peter interacting with a retired Tony & young Morgan at the lake house.
Also, this one doesn’t have Peter, but it’s one of my favorite lake house fics featuring Tony & baby Morgan + Rhodey and it’s domestic and soft:
settle our bones (like wood) over time, over time by @xxx-cat-xxx
Tony is down with the flu, so Rhodey helps out by looking after Morgan (and her dad).
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Starter for @notgonnabesubtle:
The drive was long and curvy, but Peter managed to stay awake and not get carsick. Peter also couldn’t drive yet, so he had to have Happy pick him up and take him to his destination. It felt like a superhero mission, only it was the furthest thing from it.
People around him always talked about how Tony Stark had dropped his superhero life, but Peter would disagree until his last breath. His mentor was the biggest hero he knew, suit or no suit. After saving the world, he believed with everything in him that Tony deserved to hang up his armor and live a normal life that he always deserved with his family.
It wasn’t always that simple, though, because Peter missed him. He lived much farther away than before with minimal cell phone signal, making it harder if he had a rough day and just needed to vent. That didn’t stop him from paying the Stark Cabin a visit every other weekend, though. He had school throughout the week, so he tried to stick to weekends as much as possible, but on days like the one he was currently having, he found it more important to spend time with his second family for his own sake rather than stare at a chalkboard for an hour eight times that day and get tangled in his thoughts.
Peter acted like he had improved with each day that passed, but he only did that for his aunt’s benefit. He was far from okay, and the events leading up to Tony’s retirement still haunted him, both asleep and awake. He often felt like he was no longer fit to be a superhero, but the duties just wouldn’t leave him. Every time before, he always went to Tony for guidance on that topic, but in the present, he just wanted to get away from it all. He always thought of his visit as a camping trip, just with comfy beds and no bug bites.
When the cabin came into view, he felt the stress immediately leave his body. He felt safe there, because if anyone could understand what he was going through, it would be Tony. Tony always put on a brave face and fought the sadness with way too much sarcasm, but everyone needed someone to relate to sometimes. Even though Peter would never be half the superhero as Tony, he hoped that maybe he could be seen as relatable.
Peter tugged on the door handle a few times before hearing Happy sigh. He hadn’t unlocked it yet, so Peter gave him a guilty look before apologizing for his impatience. He collected his backpack and suitcase from the trunk before walking the short pathway to the front door. He felt just as much excitement as the first time he had arrived, which was always refreshing.
Even though he thought he was in good enough with the family that he could just walk in unannounced, he still knocked on the door because he didn’t want to spook Pepper or their daughter, who he just couldn’t wait to take swinging someday.
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Unforeseen Chasm (Part 71 - FINAL)
Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together.
Word Count:2358
Warnings: epilogue of sorts, happy endings for all parties, super-powered children, fluffy ending
Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my novels). It’s a collaboration with the amazing @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo. It started as a funny “What if…?” and it evolved and got huge. This took two years to write. We are both proud and happy and we hope you enjoy it. It follows from Thor 1 to Endgame in the MCU. Some of the timelines may be off in order to fit certain people, and some characters may show up earlier or in different ways than they have in the movie. But for the most part, it follows the MCU. It also has a bit of crossover with some other Marvel characters throughout the story.
Side Note: We really hope you enjoyed the ride. We know this fic was long, and at times you may have been chomping at the bit to get to the next big adventurous part, but we feel like each part shows more of each persons character. Thank you for sticking with it, and we hope its everything you wanted in a story and more.
Masterlist for Unforeseen Chasm
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Life moved forward, rather than lateral.
Steve returned the stones on time to their original timelines. He apparently spent a life with Peggy in one of them, but returned still fresh and young as always. He’d done this all before your wedding in fact.
Tony, Shannon, and Bruce stayed in their cabin that they’d built during the snap. It was a beautiful piece of property, with everything they’d wanted in a home, and had no desire to leave. All three of them could work from home, build their family, and they did so.
Tony said he retired from the hero game. Of course, if The Avengers or anyone needed him, he’d be there in a heartbeat, but for the most part, he was going to let the next generation take them on.
Shannon for the most part was a stay at home mom but if she was needed during an emergency or crisis she was the first one to get called to help. She also balanced a way to be with her kids while they attended Charles Xavier school by becoming a trainer for those who had powers similar to her vast collection of powers.
Bruce still did his research, driving into the city when need be, but Tony’s technology made it virtually needless to go in. He’d found a way to be able to marry Shannon but was still waiting for the right moment to ask her. He’d already spoken with Tony and was given the okay for it.
All four of their children were doing exceptionally well. Peter was top of his class at his graduation, valedictorian. Morgan was on the honor roll and even had a few of her own inventions that were up for funding. She was just as smart as her parents already. Natalia and Mason-Alexander (the twins) were turning three and showing signs that just like their parents they too had powers of their own completely different from their mother and unique to them.
When you and Loki returned to New Asgard from your honeymoon, your whole lives lay ahead of you. You had your physics that you could return to, perhaps starting a lab here, or maybe going back to New York. Loki could have stayed working with Strange at the sanctum, each of them protecting the time stone and other priceless relics. But neither of you had really thought about your future or work or anything. You’d been so busy living in the moment, in the now, you haven't given your future any thought, really.
Thor came to give you your wedding present.
“Welcome back,” Thor said happily as he and Valkyrie approached you from atop one of the roads back into town. The sea was on your right, down a steep grade, the mist washing up around your face.
“Thank you, it’s good to be back,” you replied as you held Loki’s hand.
“I’m glad to hear you say that, because I wanted to go ahead and give you your wedding present.”
You and Loki exchanged a look of anticipation.
“What would you say to being Asgard’s new King and queen?” he asked with a plucked up smile.
Your jaw nearly hit the floor.
“What? But--but, Valkyrie has been handling it. She’s been in charge, and you’re rightful heir. With Loki’s past and my--”
“Well, first of all,” Valkyrie started with a smile, “I’ve been in charge because I have to be, not because I want to be.”
“And it’s time for me to stop being who I think I’m supposed to be, and be who I’m meant to be,” Thor agreed. “I’ve already spoken with Valkyrie--”
“And we think it’s best if I step down, and restart the Valkyrie program. I could be the leader for your army.”
“I don’t know what to say,” you gasped. “I feel like we’re...stealing this from you. You deserve to be ruler,” you said with urgency.
“No, I think you two do,” she said with sincerity. “Loki risked his life for Asgard when Hela came. He saved its people, and you saved the universe, risking your life.”
“We will do this,” Loki suddenly said in a cool voice, his face looking defiant. “Only if,” he continued, before suddenly flashing a warm smile, “you agree to be our political advisor as well. We will need someone with experience to help us.”
“Of course, Your Majesty,” she said with a dazzling smile.
After that day, it felt clear and right that being home with your Asgardian people was the best choice. Guiding them felt right, helping them make a better community felt good. You and Loki took the rank extremely seriously. It wasn’t just a role of royalty being handed down, but a way to honor his loving mother and your parents, and a way to give back to the people. Everyone was happy when you and Loki were crowned, and supported Thor in his endeavors as well. Valkyrie did her best and helped all the time to discuss and guide the issues of the community.
While being King and Queen was a full time responsibility, you felt you still had other debts to pay.
The Avengers training picked back up, but it got a few more recruits. Loki, you, Peter, and a few others had signed up for proper training. Once a good foundation was set for how you and Loki were running things in New Asgard, you would return to New York to begin your formal training. The agreement was that if New Asgard was in dire need, you’d return to it, but everything ran pretty much hands off in the community now.
On your first day, Pietro, Wanda, Sam, Bucky, Loki, Peter, Shannon, Carol, Scott, Hope, and Rhodey were all there.
Steve stood before you all, giving a quick speech about why you were here, what it meant to be an Avenger, and that being one didn’t mean you always saved the day. In the training room hung two portraits of Natasha and Vision, honoring their sacrifice for the fight to win back the universe.
Tony stood in the background, behind Steve. You wondered why he was here, but of course, his wife and son were there so naturally he wanted to be there to share the first day.
“With that being said,” Steve informed, a look of mischief crossed his face, “I’d like to give the first task to Bucky.”
Bucky frowned but walked forward anyway. All of you were equally confused.
“I’d like you to hold this shield, let me know how it feels,” Steve told Bucky with a bit of a grin.
“Feels heavy, and like it belongs to you,” he responded with a bit of shyness.
“Well, it doesn’t, it belongs to you now,” he said. With that, he turned to everyone. “In fact, this whole program belongs to all of you now. I’m retiring, and I think I'm leaving it in perfectly capable hands. Sam and Bucky will take over as the leaders of the operation, with Shannon overseeing it all. Recruits, it’s your job to follow their every instruction, it may not only save your life one day, but the universe too.” He shot you a tiny smile and nod, to which you returned. “As you know, Tony is retired, Clint has retired, Thor is out exploring the universe, and now with me, it’ll all be on all of you. I wish each of you luck. And as I once said to a very dear friend, no matter what. I promise you, if you need us, if you need me, I'll be there. Avengers, it’s time to assemble.”
He smiled to everyone, nodded once, then turned around. Tony put his hand on Steve’s shoulder as they walked out of the compound.
“Let’s go get lunch,” he said.
“You’re buying,” Steve responded. “I’m retired, gotta watch my budget.”
“Moocher,” Tony replied.
Sam and Bucky stood in front of the group.
“You guys heard him, hop to!” Sam ordered. “Let’s hit the gym everyone!”
With that, the group of you all walked over to the gym, with you and Loki hand in hand.
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You and Loki were standing in the restored castle you’d found on the island, you on the balcony of the bedroom. Both of you staring out over the sparkling ocean. The two of you were on your scheduled vacation from Avengers training, and Sam and Bucky respected that you did have a small nation to lead.
Life continued on for all of you. When you weren’t training at the compound, you and Loki took trips to the sanctum to have tea with Stephen and Wong. Sometimes, for an extended weekend, you’d visit Clint and his family. Wanda visited you in New Asgard a few times, and the two of you would go out on the town, and sometimes Shannon would come, bringing Morgan with her - it’d turn into a girls day out.
Bucky, Sam, you, and Loki all got rather close as well. You all enjoyed practicing combat and Bucky seemed to really enjoy the knife fighting with Loki - those two gave each other a run for their money. A few times, all of the Avengers shared a movie night, a bowling night, a trivia night. Steve and Bucky beat everyone in history, for the most part.
If you weren’t training or helping out Tony and Bruce at Stark Industries with some of your physics knowledge, then you spent time with Shannon and her family. Tom and Diane adored being grandparents, and you and Loki spoiled the kids. It was absolute heaven. Life had finally become happy. It was far from normal, but it was filled with love and happiness, and that’s all you ever wanted.
“You look radiant, my queen,” he mused from behind you as he wrapped his hands around your waist.
“Thank you,” you said blissfully as you stared out. “Would you have done anything differently?” you asked.
Loki rounded around you and got in front of you, putting his hands on the small bump on your stomach. “Of course not, why would you ask that?”
You shrugged simply. “Sometimes I wonder if, well perhaps if you felt trapped or stuck with me. When I jumped after you all those years ago, we weren’t dating. We hadn’t even shared our first kiss yet. So I wonder if perhaps you chose me by default.”
He gave you a soft smile as he stared at you, his hands going to either side of your face. “Y/N, I had thousands of years before we met again to look for someone else. I had ample opportunity to leave you after our imprisonment. I’ve never wanted anyone but you, that has never changed, and it never will.”
You nodded, understanding him. As long as he knew he did have a choice in this, that was all you wanted.
“I’ve wondered the same thing, though. If your decision to jump was made in haste, and after all that time, you just felt as if I were your best option. As if perhaps, if you didn’t stay with me, jumping, losing your freedom, and everything else that went with it, would’ve been for nothing,” he admitted.
“You did?”
He nodded. “Yes. It ran through my mind a few times that maybe if I didn’t propose on the day I came back if you would’ve weighed your options with Remy some more. So one day, I asked Stephen what all those possibilities looked like. Out of those 14 million outcomes, how many of them you chose me in.”
“And?” you breathed, curious to find out, your heart beating rapidly.
“All of them,” he assured with a twinkle in his eye. “He told me that out of all of the futures, you loved me in every one of them, and chose me time and time again.”
You gave him a warm smile. “I’m not surprised,” you mused. “Maybe we should ask him about the future of this little Asgardian,” you said with a bit of a laugh.
“We don’t need him to tell us that future. I already know we will give them everything we always wanted,” he vowed. “I promise.” He got up and kissed you firmly. “Between the two of us, there’s nothing we can’t conquer. Besides, between us, The Starks, Thor, and the other Avengers, this baby will already have ten times the family we did growing up. This baby will be more loved and spoiled than any in existence.”
“Mm, I like the sound of that,” you hummed happily. “I love you,” you quietly said as you stared at him.
“And I love you, Y/N,” he promised with the warmest grin you’d ever seen.
“We’d better get down there,” he reminded. “Shannon and the rest of them just got here. They’ll be waiting on us.”
In just a few minutes, your world would change again, letting in your loved ones on your happy news.
Shannon, Bruce, and the rest of the Starks came to visit you all. You hadn’t told anyone you were pregnant yet, it was to be a surprise. You couldn’t wait for her reaction though, because Loki was right, you knew as a sister she’d go absolutely off the walls happy for you, but not to mention so would several other people that were now family to you.
What seemed like lifetimes ago, Tony, Bruce, were nearly strangers. You all were friends, but nothing compared to what you’d gone through now. Heck, all of the Avengers. People you regularly spoke to, worked with, and relaxed with were once people you hardly knew. Now you couldn’t imagine your life without them (sadly, some of them you didn’t have to imagine, thanks to the snap). They completed your world, they completed you.
This baby, and you and Loki for that matter, had a home, had people who cared for you and loved you deeply. In fact, you had multiple places to call home: the compound, the Stark Cabin, New Asgard.
And you owed it all to your best friend Shannon, and the love of your life Loki - they were your better halves.
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Would you do a fic where Happy takes care of a sick Peter?
Absolutely!! I hope you like this!
Warnings for emeto and a lot of reading.
Link to read on Ao3
It was around eleven fifteen in the evening when Peter decided to call it a night from patrolling. He was tired and hungry, so he decided to stop off at a hotdog vendor along the way back to Happy’s apartment.
Yes, that’s right. Happy’s apartment.
With May being away on a girls trip with a few of her friends from work for a week, Happy had volunteered to let Peter stay with him while she was away. Of course, May had to make it weird by saying it would be some good ‘guy time’ for them. She’s been having him spend more time with Happy lately, whether it be leaving them alone for a few minutes whenever he picked her up for a date, or by her having him over for dinner during the week, ordering take-out those nights.
It’s been a little over three months now since May and Happy were officially dating and Peter still doesn’t know how to feel about it. Of course he’s happy for them… but it’s just so weird. Awkward is a good word to describe it.
He never even suspected anything before he found out about them dating, missing those steamy glances the two would share whenever Happy came to pick Peter up for his visit Upstate to visit the Stark’s at their cabin.
But so far, these past three days haven’t actually been that bad. May set up a curfew of twelve fifteen at night, which he’s been following. Happy’s been okay, a little awkward, but cool about him staying at his place in the guest bedroom. He’s been going back and forth between working on his tablet and making sure everything’s alright at work and checking in with Tony, which also included updates on Peter. Even though Tony already checked his suit logs daily, if not hourly, now that he was retired and had all of this free time on his hands.
“You have a text message from Mr. Hogan, Peter.” Karen chirped in his ear just as he landed on a nearby rooftop, balancing his three hotdogs in his hands.
“Can you read it for me?” He asked as he sat down on the building’s ledge, letting his legs hang off to the side.
“He wants to know if you’re on your way back and for you to remember your curfew.”
Peter let out an annoyed sigh as his mask disengaged from his head. He took a bite out of one of his hotdogs. “Tell him I’ll be home in twenty. Jus’ wrapping somethin’ up.” He said around a mouthful.
“Message sent.”
“Sometimes he’s such a worry-wart. He needs to chill.” Peter commented before taking another bite.
“Would you like me to send that as well?”
Peter’s eyes widened at that and he shook his head. “N-No no! Don’t send that!”
“I was only joking, Peter.”
Peter let out a breath and shook his head. “I think Tony’s newest upgrade to your coding was a bad idea. I can’t tell when you’re being sarcastic anymore, Karen.”
“Tony says it’s good to keep you on your toes.”
Peter smiled and shook his head. “Remind me to thank him for that.”
That meant that he’d probably have Morgan help him out with that one the next time he was up to the cabin.
Peter shoved the rest of his hotdog in his mouth and pulled out his phone from a hidden pocket in his suit, scrolling through instagram and twitter as he ate his other two hotdogs, bunching up the wrappers in his hand when he was finished. He sat there for a few more minutes before he stood up, engaging the nanotech in his suit, his mask covering his head once again.
He jumped down to a fire escape and leaned over, dropping the wrappers in an open dumpster, making sure they got in before he leapt from the railing, shooting a web off to the closest building as he swung away.
It was a little over twenty five minutes when he arrived back at Happy’s apartment, landing on the balcony. From here, Peter could see the man sitting in the living room on the couch through the glass windows, reading a book, dressed in a t-shirt and sweatpants.
Peter was still getting used to seeing Happy without his usual suit and tie attire. He looked… a bit less serious and scary. He seemed more… chill.
But Peter would never let him know that.
“Hey, Happy.” He greeted as he walked through the glass door, disengaging his mask when he was inside.
“Hey, kid. Good patrol?” The man asked as he looked up at him from his book, his reading glasses perched on his nose.
“Yup. I stopped four muggings, helped an elderly woman with her cat that was stuck up in a tree, I walked a lady home, oh and I also helped a guy fix his car that wouldn’t start.”
“Sounds like a busy night.” Happy replied, slipping a bookmark in the page he was on before he closed the book and put it on the end table beside him. “You hungry? There’s some leftover spaghetti in the fridge.”
“Yeah, I’m starving.”
With his metabolism and all of the web slinging he did, he had already burned right through those hotdogs.
“I’ll go heat it up while you take a shower.” Happy offered.
“Thanks.” Peter smiled, walking towards the hallway that led to the bedrooms and bathroom.
He ducked into the guest bedroom where he was staying and grabbed a change of clothes before going to the bathroom to take a shower. Peter tapped on the spider symbol on his suit twice before the nanotech peeled off of him, leaving him in his boxers.
Peter grinned to himself as he placed the symbol on the counter by his clothes, still enthralled at how the Iron Spider suit worked. Sometimes he couldn’t believe that Tony let him keep it with how advanced and expensive the suit is.
When he was finished with his shower, he dried himself off with a towel before changing into his t-shirt and pajama bottoms, relishing in being clean, cooled off and comfy.
Peter went back to his room and threw his dirty clothes in the hamper and put his suit back in it’s charging port before heading down the hallway back out into the living room area. Happy was taking a bowl out of the microwave as he took a seat at the center island. Peter thanked him when he put it down in front of him.
“So, May called while you were out.” Happy told him.
“Oh? What’d she say?” Peter asked, twirling the pasta around his fork.
“Well, she and her friends are at the resort in Miami now.”
“So that hotel mixup is all fixed?”
“Yeah, all thanks to Tony for making a call to the Marriott down there so they could have an upgrade.”
Peter smirked. “Of course he did.”
“Well, you know how Tony is.” Happy smiled slightly.
Peter nodded with a smile, taking a bite of pasta. The kitchen settled into a comfortable silence as Peter ate, the sound of his fork scratching against the porcelain bowl filling the silence.
“So, I was thinking…” Happy was the first to break the silence, causing Peter to look up at him. “How about we do something tomorrow?”
It was painfully obvious that he was a bit awkward asking the question as he stood there, brows furrowed slightly.
Peter nodded, chewing around his last bite. “Sure like what?”
“Well… I was thinking you might want to go to the Intrepid Sea, Air and Space museum? Tony was telling me they have a few new projects they’re showing the public this week.”
Peter was slightly taken aback by that. Happy actually wanted to do something with him that didn’t involve Spider-Man or May. Just Peter. May might have a little something to do with this, though. He wondered if Happy’s been talking to Tony about things to do around the city with him.
“That sounds cool.” Peter smiled.
“Yeah? We could head over there around noontime after breakfast?”
“Sure.” Peter nodded as he slid off his barstool with his empty bowl and fork in hand, walking around the center island to the sink.
“Great.” Happy said with a small, relieved smile.
Peter looked down as he rinsed out his dish and fork before placing them in the dishwasher.
“Tony offered for us to come up to the cabin on Friday. Apparently he bought a new boat and thought you’d want to take the first spin on it.”
“You mean he finally parted ways with that old pontoon boat that he swore he’d never get rid of?” Peter sarcastically asks with a knowing grin.
Happy smiled and crossed his arms over his chest, leaning his side against the counter. “Apparently so. I guess that old thing wouldn’t start a few days ago, even after he tried fixing it.”
“I’m sure Morgan wasn’t thrilled about that.”
“Didn’t sound like she was.”
Peter smiled, his gaze dropping down to the floor. He hasn’t been up to the cabin in a while so it would be good to visit, maybe they would even stay for the weekend. He missed Tony, Pepper and Morgan.
“Well, it’s late.” Happy’s voice took him out of his thoughts of the lake house.
That was his subtle way of telling him to go to bed without actually saying it.
“Yeah.” Peter nodded. “Uh, thanks for dinner.”
“Anytime, kid.” Happy offered him a small smile before he turned around and walked over into the living room, switching off the lamp, the center island lights illuminating the sleek apartment.
Peter bit his lip awkwardly as he walked over to the hallway as Happy moved around turning things off and putting things away for the night.
“Uh, I’ll see you in the morning.” Peter said, stopping at the hallway entrance.
Happy looked over at him and nodded. “Goodnight, kid.”
“Night.” Peter smiled before disappearing around the corner, walking down the hallway to the guest bedroom, closing the door behind himself.
The room was illuminated by moonlight as he walked over to the bed and sat down, picking his phone up as he leaned back against the wooden headboard. He sat there for a few minutes on his phone, hearing Happy go to his own bedroom at some point.
It was around twelve thirty when Peter decided to call it a night when his eyes began to ache from the brightness of his phone. He set his alarm for nine twenty in the morning before plugging his phone into his charger, putting it down on the nightstand.
Peter settled into the queen sized bed, pulling the comforter over himself as he rolled onto his side so he was facing the large glass window, looking out at the half-lit skyscrapers. From here, he could faintly hear the sounds of the streets below but he was too far up to hear everything compared to back at home with all of the traffic in Queens. It was so bad sometimes he had the worst time getting to sleep at night. But here, he could fall asleep pretty easily it seemed.
A few moments passed by before Peter felt his eyelids drooping and he eventually gave in, falling into a deep and peaceful slumber.
Only it didn’t stay so peaceful.
Peter woke up and instantly regretted that he did because he felt horribly nauseated and hot.
He let out a low groan, his brows scrunching together as he kicked the comforter off of himself, the movement triggering a sharp cramp in his stomach, causing him to tightly close his eyes.
Why was this happening?
A horrible wave of nausea overcame him a few seconds later, feeling something hot slowly sliding up his throat. Peter swallowed convulsively to keep it down for a few more seconds as he quickly got out of bed, determined not to throw up on Happy’s freshly polished hardwood floors. Black dots danced in his vision when he stood up, almost sending him back to the bed but he somehow managed to stay vertical on his shaking legs.
His hand fumbled for the doorknob in the darkness until he found it, opening the door and quickly walked out of the guest bedroom, beelining across the hallway to the bathroom, shutting the door behind himself a little too loudly. He found the light switch pretty easily, squinting at the sudden brightness as he made his way over to the toilet, opening the lid.
He knelt down with his arms wrapped around his cramping stomach, tightly closing his eyes as he waited for the inevitable to happen. And he didn’t have to wait long as another wave of nausea hit him at full force, making him gag into the porcelain bowl, his mouth instantly filling with hot saliva.
Peter spat into the bowl, his eyes still tightly closed as he knelt there and waited. Waves of nausea were still rolling over him as his stomach churned and cramped but nothing happened.
It was absolute torture.
Peter let out a small, pained groan as he lowered himself onto his knees, still leaning over the toilet, tears pooling in his eyes. He was breathing in small bursts, not really able to do anything else with the pain he was in. His stomach then convulsed, causing him to dry heave a few times before he retched, puking up his dinner and everything else he ate.
Peter took in a sharp, gasping breath in between heaves and violently coughed, only to vomit again.
He wasn’t sure how long it lasted before it stopped, leaving him gasping for air, slumped over the toilet, weakly holding onto it like a lifeline or else he’d fall to the tiled floor. His ears were ringing and everything was blurry and out of focus. Through the haziness, he was able to make out the rapid footfalls from down the hall before there was a knock at the door.
“Peter? You okay?” A groggy, yet panicked Happy called from the other side.
Peter opened his mouth to reply but before he could answer, he heaved again, vomit spewing out into the bowl.
“I’m coming in, alright?”
When it stopped, Peter was gasping again, tears freely falling down his cheeks. He tightly closed his eyes, coughing harshly into the toilet as he felt a hand settle on his back. Peter tried to let it ground him as he knelt there in front of the toilet, desperately trying to get a grip on himself but all he felt was embarrassment and shame.
Happy shouldn’t have to witness this. A part of Peter wanted the man to go but the childish part of him also wanted him to stay.
However, he wasn’t able to make up his mind before he was heaving into the toilet again, violently sick.
It just didn’t seem to stop. But once it did, Peter groaned, feeling Happy’s hand rubbing slowly up and down his back.
“You’re okay. You’re okay.” Happy was softly saying to him through the fogginess that seemed to take over his brain and ears.
Peter let out a shaky breath through his mouth and closed his eyes, feeling more tears escape from his eyes as he rested his forehead on the rim once again, wrapping his arms weakly around his aching stomach.
He stayed like that for several minutes, trying to focus on Happy’s hand running up and down his back and in small circles in between his shoulder blades.
“You think you’re done for now?” Happy asks after several moments.
Peter licks his chapped, dry lips. “Don’… Don’t know.” He weakly says, finding himself too worn out to speak.
All he wants to do is go back to sleep. Peter pushed himself away from the toilet a little, slowly moving his legs that were tingling with pins and needles, beginning to lower himself to the floor.
“Wait a minute, kid. Let me grab you something.” Happy says, stopping him, holding him up by his shoulder.
The next minute, he feels himself being guided down to the floor, a soft object being placed under his head. Peter let out a breath, relishing in being horizontal, lying on the cold tiled floor.
He blinks open his eyes when he feels a cool hand on his forehead.
“You’re burning up.” He hears Happy say, sounding concerned.
“S’rry.” Peter murmurs, letting his eyelids close again.
He was barely aware of his mouth and face being wiped, erasing any sign of sick from his face. He would have been embarrassed if he wasn’t so exhausted and miserable.
Peter only got a few minutes of rest before he found himself jumping up and puking into the toilet once again, Happy’s hand remaining on his back.
It was an endless, torturous cycle.
By the end of the seventh round, Peter was so done. His stomach and throat were killing him from throwing up so much and so violently and all he wanted was for it all to stop. But it wouldn’t.
Once he finished puking, he started crying, tears rapidly falling from his eyes and down his cheeks. He let out a pained, broken sob, echoing into the toilet as he weakly slumped forward, Happy grabbing onto him, saving Peter from dunking his head in his own puke.
“I’ve got you. You’re alright.” Happy’s words floated around him.
He was distantly aware of being lowered back to the floor, shivering and crying. He probably looked like an absolute mess but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Something soft and warm was draped over him and he curled into it, trying to take in it’s warmth.
Peter felt himself begin to drift off, welcoming the darkness that consumed him.
Peter’s heavy eyes slowly blinked open and he found everything to be a bit blurry. He registered that he was lying on the bathroom floor with his head resting on a folded up towel, another one draped over him. He breathed out through his nose and closed his eyes again, his whole body aching horribly but his stomach, head and throat were the worst of all.
He let out a small groan, stretching his legs out from their curled up position, feeling a hand go on his calf.
“Hey, you awake?” Happy’s voice came from behind.
He heard movement behind him before he opened his eyes, finding Happy in front of him, kneeling on the tiled floor with a glass of something in his hand.
“I’m sure you’re not feeling up to eating anything so I got you some ice chips. We can’t let you get any more dehydrated.”
Peter closed his eyes and shoved his face further against the towel beneath his head. “No… I’ll jus’ puke again.”
“No you won’t. Just try a few, okay?”
Peter stubbornly shook his head, gaining an exasperated sigh from Happy in return.
“Peter, you’re dehydrated. You need something in you or else I’m going to have to take you to the hospital.”
A spike of fear flashed through him at that. Peter opened his eyes and looked up, seeing concern written all over Happy’s face.
“Just try some, please.” Happy repeated, sounding exhausted and a little out of patience.
Peter breathed out a sigh through his nose and began to slowly lift himself up on a shaking arm, Happy helping him sit up the rest of the way, guiding him to rest his back against the vanity. Peter reached a hand out and took the offering glass filled with ice chips and brought it shakily to his mouth, taking a few pieces. He lowered the glass down and rested it on his lap, closing his eyes as he let the chips melt in his dry mouth.
“I want half of that gone.” Happy ordered as he reached forward and draped the towel around Peter’s shoulders.
Peter slowly nodded as he swallowed, bringing the glass up to his lips again for more.
This continued for several minutes until the glass was almost emptied and by that point, Peter’s hand was shaking so much that he almost dropped the cup if it hadn’t been for Happy taking it from him.
“You feel like going back to bed?”
Bed. A soft, warm, comfy bed. That sounded so much better than sitting here on the floor for another couple of hours.
“Y-Yeah.” Peter answered, his teeth chattering together.
When did it get so cold in here?
“Alright. Let me help you up.” Happy offered, standing up with a groan when his knees clicked from the movement.
Peter blinked open his eyes as Happy bent down, snaking his arms around his back and left arm. Getting up was an absolute struggle but with the man’s help, he managed to stand up on wobbly legs.
A wave of vertigo suddenly hit him and he had to lean against Happy’s side to prevent himself from falling back to the floor.
“M’ dizzy…” Peter mumbled, closing his eyes as his chin dropped to his chest.
“I know. Let’s just get you back to bed. Just hang in there a few more seconds.” Happy sympathetically told him, draping one of Peter’s arms over his neck.
Walking was quite the challenge but he managed to stay standing with Happy’s help before the man was helping him into bed. The guest bedroom was semi-bright from the sunrise in the distance, the golden rays of sun shining on the surrounding buildings out the window. Peter distantly wondered what time it was as he let Happy help him lie down in bed. It had been dark when he left the room earlier.
“Six fifteen.” Happy said from above.
Peter opened his eyes and frowned, finding Happy to be looking down at him questioningly.
“You asked me what time it was?” He clarified in a questioning tone, pausing from covering Peter up with the comforter.
Peter blinked, confused. He didn’t remember saying that out loud. “No… I didn’t.”
Happy frowned and reached over, placing the back of his hand on Peter’s forehead. “You’re burning up.” He draped the comforter over Peter, eyes searching the room before he turned around, disappearing from Peter’s line of sight. “Hang on a sec, I’ll be right back.”
Peter closed his eyes and let his head roll to the side, letting out a relieved sigh from the comfort of being in a bed instead of the cold, hard floor. He felt absolutely terrible but at least he was lying down now.
Happy came back a few minutes later, a washcloth in one hand and his phone in the other. He was talking to whoever was on the other end but Peter was too tired to focus on what he was saying. He blinked heavily up at Happy as the man draped the wet, cold facecloth on his forehead, relief washing over him. He hadn’t noticed that the room’s temperature had changed from cold to hot at some point, leaving him sweating and way to warm.
Peter closed his eyes and breathed out a sigh through his nose as a shiver passed through him.
“Yeah. No… yeah. Yeah, Tony. Yes. I’m going to take it now. Hang on a sec.” He heard Happy saying through the fogginess before he felt a hand gently shaking his shoulder. “Hey, Pete. You with me?”
Peter blinked his eyes open, struggling a bit with the drowsiness that had settled over him. The man’s face came into his line of sight, holding something out to him.
“I just need to take your temperature, okay? Think you can help me with that?”
“Yeah…” Peter slowly mumbled.
“Alright, open up.” Happy instructed before sliding the metal tip of the thermometer in his mouth under his tongue.
A few seconds passed by as Happy stayed at his side, still holding the thermometer, while Peter blinked up at the white ceiling, wanting nothing more than to just be able to sleep.
The thermometer beeped several moments later and Happy took it back, his face unreadable as he read over the number.
“What is it?” Peter mumbled.
Happy glanced down at him before looking back to the device. “It’s a little high but we’ll take care of it. For now, how about you try to get some sleep?” He said before standing up, pressing his phone against his ear again as he headed over to the door, starting to talk once more as he stepped out in the hallway.
Peter closed his eyes and tried to focus on Happy’s voice, hearing the man’s murmuring voice coming from the living room.
“… don’t know what happened. He seemed fine last night… yeah. I don’t think so. I don’t know what…”
At some point Peter just gave up on trying to listen because his head felt too heavy and stuffed up, making it hard to think. He began to drift off to the soft murmuring of Happy’s voice, falling into a deep sleep.
Peter blinked his eyes open, finding himself to be lying in his bed back at home. Something felt… off.
He frowned as he pushed himself up into a sitting position and threw his legs over the side of his bed, pushing himself to his feet as he took in everything in his room. A few discarded t-shirts and socks littered on the floor, his textbooks and notebooks spread out on his desk, along with his web shooters.
Nothing looked out of the ordinary.
“May?” Peter called out as he walked out into the hallway through his opened door.
The apartment was eerily silent as he walked down the hallway, stopping at the end beside the tall mirror. Something caught his attention in the corner of his eye, causing him to turn his head, meeting his reflection in the mirror.
His breath caught in his throat at the sight of himself, meeting his horrified eyes.
His t-shirt was ripped up, practically falling off of him but he could care less about that. It was the cause of the rips.
Peter’s eyes widened in terror as he raised his hands… all six of them up, inspecting them over before his eyes snapped back to his reflection, taking in the four arms that he had come out of nowhere.
Peter was panting now, panic bubbling in his chest, getting ready to burst any second. Peter opened his mouth and let out a gut wrenching, horrified scream.
Peter’s eyes snapped open with a scream that tore out of his throat, gasping as he jumped up into a sitting position in bed, throwing his arms out in front of himself. He had two harms, two hands, with ten fingers. Not six hands with thirty fingers.
He shivered when he felt sweat dripping down his back, as well as a drop sliding down his forehead.
Peter breathed out a groan and closed his eyes, falling back on his elbows as it felt like the air was being pushed down on him, threatening to suffocate him.
“Peter?” A voice panically called before he heard rushed footsteps.
Hands were on him and Peter opened his eyes, meeting Happy’s concerned ones.
“You alright? I was in the kitchen and I heard you scream.”
Peter blinked, his brows coming together as he shook his head. “I… I had a dream. My… My arms…”
Happy frowned as he sat on the edge of the bed, his hand resting on Peter’s shoulder. “Your arms are fine.”
“N-No… I had… six of them. I…” Peter veered off, closing his eyes again as his vision began to swim around dizzily, letting himself lie back down.
“Pete, it was just a bad dream. Okay?” Happy softly reassured. “You’re alright. You have two arms. See?” He said as he held onto both of his hands, feeling the man’s warm one’s in his.
Peter swallowed around the growing lump in his throat and nodded, opening his eyes again to look at their hands, weakly squeezing Happy’s hands. Tears were building up in Peter’s eyes and before he knew it, the tears were streaming down his cheeks.
“Hey, hey, what’s-”
“I-It was r-really scary.” Peter hiccuped. “I-I was a-alone and I just saw t-them. W-What if it actually h-happens?”
Happy gently squeezed his hands back, shaking his head. “That’s not going to happen, kid. I promise. It was just a bad dream. You’re sick and your fever is messing with you.”
Peter frowned, sniffing wetly. “F-Fever?”
“Yeah. Last time I checked it was up to one hundred and one point seven. I better check it again.” Happy said as he let go of Peter’s hands, reaching over to grab something from the nightstand beside the bed. “Open up.” He instructed, lowering a thermometer to his lips.
Peter let the man insert the thermometer in his mouth, feeling the cold metal under his tongue. He was far too exhausted and out of it to feel an ounce of embarrassment for all of this. He closed his eyes as they waited a few moments before the device beeped and Happy pulled it out of his mouth.
“One hundred and two point eight…” Happy mumbled, more to himself than to Peter. “We gotta get that down.”
Peter watched as Happy stood up and left the room, staring blankly up at the ceiling with half-lidded eyes for an uncertain amount of time before the man was back at his side.
“Here, this should help.” Happy said as he draped a cold, wet facecloth on Peter’s forehead.
Relief instantly washed over him, sending a few chills down his spine from the coldness compared to how warm he felt. Peter hummed and closed his eyes, grateful for some relief.
“We’ll keep that on for a little bit and see if that helps.” He heard Happy tell him.
Peter just hummed again in response. Happy began to talk again but Peter’s hearing faded in and out, not allowing him to comprehend what he was saying to him. Peter was distantly aware of the washcloth on his forehand anymore as he felt himself sinking back down into the black whole of unconsciousness.
He was fast asleep once again a few moments later.
The next time Peter woke up… wasn’t so pleasant.
He was in a deep sleep when awareness came to him all at once. His eyes flew open just as he felt something hot shoot up his throat and he didn’t have any time to react before he threw up, practically projectile vomiting lying down. Peter shot up as quickly as he could with a gasp, his eyes tightly closed as he threw up in his lap. He could feel something warm sliding down his neck and it only made him gag, sending more vomit onto his lap.
“Shit!” Someone exclaimed from nearby.
It felt like the round of puking lasted forever until it finally stopped, for the time being at least, leaving Peter a gasping, shaking, crying mess.
“Hey, hey, hey. You’re okay.” Someone said at his side.
Peter opened his eyes, snapping them shut once again when he saw the pile of sick on his lap, the blanket covering him completely ruined.
“H-Happy?” Peter’s voice wavered as he spoke.
“Yeah, I’m right here, kid.”
“I…” Peter swallowed thickly. “I don’t f-feel so good.”
“Yeah, I know. I know you don’t, kid.”
Peter’s brows pulled together as his lower lip wobbled. He felt absolutely horrible. His throat was burning, his stomach ached horribly… everything hurt and he felt like he was melting.
“I-I want T-Tony…” Peter said as a small sob escaped from his lips.
He felt Happy’s hand go on his back, rubbing a small circle. They sat like that for a few minutes, tears freely flowing down Peter’s cheeks as he shook, occasionally letting out a small, weak sob.
“Tell you what… how about we get you cleaned up and I’ll call Tony? We’ll see if he can get down here? That sound good?” Happy gently offered.
Peter shakily nodded, sniffing with a wince.
“Alright. Let’s get you up.”
Happy helped him untangle himself from the soiled blankets before helping him slowly get to his feet. Peter’s legs almost gave out from underneath him but Happy’s firm hold kept him standing as he was led out of the bedroom and into the bathroom.
“You still feeling sick?”
Peter silently nodded his head, his throat too sore for him to talk.
“Alright.” Happy said as he helped Peter sit on the edge of the bathtub. “I’m going to grab you some clothes. Just stay here, alright?”
Peter nodded again as Happy turned around and walked out of the bathroom. He closed his eyes from the bright LED bathroom lights and slowly bent over, resting his arms on his legs, feeling too weak to hold himself up any longer. He just wanted to lie back down and go back to bed. His stomach was still churning away unhappily. Peter let out a low groan as he wrapped his arms around his aching stomach, face twisting in pain.
Why was this happening? His healing factor should be kicking this bug or whatever this was by now.
Happy walked back in the bathroom a moment later, pausing in the doorframe when he saw Peter’s face.
“Pete… you alright?” He asked, tone laced with concern as he put the stack of clothes on the sink countertop before kneeling down beside Peter, resting a hand on the teen’s shivering back. “What’s going on?”
Peter sat up a bit more with a wince. “M-My stomach hurts… and I…” He stopped and closed his eyes. “I just don’t feel good.”
Happy rubbed his back in small circles in a soothing motion. “I know you don’t, kid.”
They sat there for a few minutes until Peter’s eyes flew open and he lunged for the toilet when his stomach decided to rebel once again. His mouth filled with hot saliva immediately before he gagged into the porcelain bowl, a stream of spit dropping into the water. His stomach cramped again, a groan escaping Peter’s mouth.
“Nothing’s coming up…” Peter miserably whined as his eyes began to water up.
Happy’s hand resumed it’s position on his back but it did nothing to help him feel better.
Another cramp hit his stomach, along with a horrible wave of nausea and Peter found himself dry heaving over the toilet again for a few minutes before something finally came up.
He lost concept of time shortly after that, in between throwing up, gasping and crying.
When it was finally over for the time being, Peter was a shivering mess on the bathroom floor, pale under the LED lighting. Happy got up to get him a glass of water from the sink and crouched down to his level, holding it out for him to take. Peter took the glass in shaking hands, taking a few small sips before handing it back to him, resuming his position of slumping over the toilet with his head resting on the rim.
“Think you can move? We need to get you cleaned up and out of those clothes.” Happy said, breaking the silence that had settled over the bathroom.
Peter shrugged his shoulders without moving his head away from the toilet rim, relishing in the coldness on his burning forehead.
“Okay… uh…” He heard Happy mumbling to himself as the man stood up and opened a few drawers in the vanity beside him before he heard water running behind him in the tub. “Alright. You’re probably not going to like it but we need to get you cleaned up. How about you take a shower? Do you think you can do it alone or…” Happy said, clearly uncomfortable.
Peter weakly lifted his head. “N-No… I can do it.”
“Okay.” Happy said, coming to his side. “Let’s get you up, kid.”
Happy helped him up and sat him down on the closed toilet lid after flushing away the contents of Peter’s stomach. Peter blinked a few times to clear the fuzziness from his vision as he sat there, Happy going around in the bathroom getting everything ready for him. The man turned to walk out but stopped in the doorframe, turning around to look at him with concerned eyes.
“I’ll be right outside if you need me, okay?”
Peter nodded. “Yeah. Thanks, Happy.”
Once the bathroom door was closed, Peter let out a small sigh as he slowly stood up from the toilet and began to take off his soiled clothes, nose drinking in disgust as he realized that he had thrown up all over himself, mostly his shirt.
The shower was already running at a warm temperature, so he got in and closed the glass door behind himself, a violent shiver wracking his frame from the water hitting his overheated skin. But it feels so good.
Peter washed himself off before he gets to his hair, rubbing in the shampoo and conditioner mix that smelt like lavender. Thankfully the scent wasn’t too much for his overly sensitive senses because the last thing he wanted was to get any more sick than he already was.
How did he even get so sick to begin with? He hasn’t been sick since a few months ago when he caught a cold during his visit to the Stark’s cabin for a week-long visit. And that was nothing compared to whatever this was. It was just weird how suddenly he got sick this time around.
Peter frowned as he rinsed out the shampoo from his hair, trying to think back to anything that could have been the cause for him getting sick.
That’s when it hit him.
It could be because of the hotdogs he ate last night… so he had food poisoning? He’s gotten food poisoning once before, a year ago, when he had ordered a separate Thai chicken dish when he went out with May for dinner. She never had any of it so she thankfully never got sick. He had puked all night and stayed in bed for a whole day before he felt better.
Only this time it was way worse.
Turning off the shower after he was all done, Peter found the fluffy towel Happy had left for him on the hook and dried himself off, shivering as goosebumps spread on his arms and legs from the cold bathroom. He dried himself off as quickly and carefully as he could before he changed into the clean clothes that were left on the counter. Happy’s black t-shirt was far too big on Peter but he was grateful for it, along with the dark grey sweatpants.
He rubbed the towel on his head and managed to somewhat dry his wet curls, only making his hair a bit frizzy and more curly in the process. But he could honestly care less how ridiculous he must look at the moment, wearing baggy clothes with crazy hair and a bit delirious from his fever.
Peter finished up in the bathroom before he turned off the lights and opened the door, walking back towards his bedroom. Happy was throwing a new, white comforter over the mattress when he shuffled in.
“I think it was the hotdogs.” Peter miserably stated.
Happy turned to him with a raised brow. “What hotdogs?”
“I had some last night when I was on patrol. I think I have food poisoning.”
“Well that explains it then. I’m sorry, kid.”
“Me too.” Peter sadly agreed as Happy helped him back into bed, sinking down in the mattress. “I’m sorry I puked everywhere.”
“It’s alright. Don’t worry about it.” Happy told him, pulling the comforter up to Peter’s chin. “I’m going to get you something to drink and give Tony a quick call. You need anything else?”
Peter silently shook his head.
“Alright. I’ll be right back.” Happy said with a slight smile before he left his side, heading out into the hallway.
Peter breathed out a sigh through his nose and rolled over onto his side, brows pulling together in discomfort when his abdominal muscles protested from the movement. He closed his eyes and tried to ignore all of the aches that were coursing through his body.
One thing was for certain… he was never going to eat hotdogs from that vendor guy again, not even if they were free.
Peter was lightly dozing when Happy came back, gently shaking his shoulder. He sluggishly blinked his eyes open, only to see that Happy was holding out his cellphone to him.
“Tony wants to talk to you.”
Peter snaked an arm out from underneath the comforter and took the phone in his hand and brought it to his ear. Happy left the room again to give him some privacy.
“Hi.” He hoarsely answered.
“Hey, kiddo. Happy told me you’re not feeling so hot, huh?” Tony’s voice came on the other end and Peter almost wanted to cry in relief from hearing his voice, wishing that he was here with him now.
“No.”
“Aw, I’m sorry, bud. I wish I could be there with you now to make things better.”
“I wish you were here.” Peter miserably admitted, closing his eyes. Tony always made things better and the only thing Peter wanted was to be wrapped in the man’s warm, comforting arms.
“I know, bud. Tell you what… I can be there in forty-five minutes? I’ll stop off on my way and get you some wonton soup from your favorite Chinease place?”
A small, sad smile spread on the teen’s face. “Yeah, that sounds good.”
“Okay. Well I’ll be there in a little bit and I’ll let Happy know when I’m five minutes away. You just try to get some sleep and rest up, kiddo.”
“I’ll try.”
“Alright. I’ll see you soon, Pete.” Tony told him, voice full of fondness.
“Okay. Drive safe.”
Happy walked back in the room as they hung up. After talking with Tony, Peter did feel a little bit better with knowing that he was on his way. It wasn’t that Happy wasn’t helping him because he was and Peter felt horrible about all of this, but he just wasn’t Tony.
“He’s on his way. He said he’d call you when he’s fine minutes away.” Peter said, handing the phone back over.
“That’s good.” Happy nodded, pocketing his phone, putting a glass of water down on the nightstand for Peter. “Do you need anything? Want to watch anything?” He offered.
Peter shook his head. “No, I think I’m going to take a nap.”
“Alright.” Happy nodded. “I have some paperwork I need to get started on so I’ll be out in the living room if you need me.”
“Okay.” Peter said as Happy turned around and headed back to the door. “Hey, Happy?”
He stopped in his tracks and turned around and looked at him, eyebrows raised in question.
“Thanks for this… and taking care of me. I’m sorry, I know that this isn’t how you wanted to spend your weekend.”
A smile tugged at the corner of the man’s mouth as he shook his head. “It’s alright. I’d do anything for you, Pete.”
A warmth spread through Peter at that, feeling his cheeks heat up from the admission.
“Feel better, kid.” Happy smiled before he turned back around and left the room.
Peter smiled to himself and rolled over on his side, facing the curtain-covered window. He closed his eyes and pulled the blankets over himself more, hearing the faint sound of footsteps in the other room that lulled him into a peaceful slumber.
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Unforseen Chasm (Part 71)
Final part of Unforseen Chasm
Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together. Word Count: 2358 Warnings: epilogue of sorts, happy endings for all parties, super-powered children, Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my other fic series). first major Collab with my best friend @thorne93 what was first a simple “what if” moment turned into a two year writing session and I’ve never been more prouder of myself than when i started my first series. goes through most of the MCU plots there are some changes to accommodate for what we wanted and there is a bit of a crossover between the MCU and other characters. I hope you guys enjoy reading this just as much as I enjoyed writing it.
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Life moved forward, rather than lateral.
Steve returned the stones on time to their original timelines. He apparently spent a life with Peggy in one of them, but returned still fresh and young as always. He’d done this all before your wedding in fact.
Tony, Shannon, and Bruce stayed in their cabin that they’d built during the snap. It was a beautiful piece of property, with everything they’d wanted in a home, and had no desire to leave. All three of them could work from home, build their family, and they did so.
Tony said he retired from the hero game. Of course, if The Avengers or anyone needed him, he’d be there in a heartbeat, but for the most part, he was going to let the next generation take them on.
Shannon for the most part was a stay at home mom but if she was needed during an emergency or crisis she was the first one to get called to help. She also balanced a way to be with her kids while they attended Charles Xavier school by becoming a trainer for those who had powers similar to her vast collection of powers.
Bruce still did his research, driving into the city when need be, but Tony’s technology made it virtually needless to go in. He’d found a way to be able to marry Shannon but was still waiting for the right moment to ask her. He’d already spoken with Tony and was given the okay for it.
All four of their children were doing exceptionally well. Peter was top of his class at his graduation, valedictorian. Morgan was on the honor roll and even had a few of her own inventions that were up for funding. She was just as smart as her parents already. Natalia and Mason-Alexander (the twins) were turning three and showing signs that just like their parents they too had powers of their own completely different from their mother and unique to them.
When you and Loki returned to New Asgard from your honeymoon, your whole lives lay ahead of you. You had your physics that you could return to, perhaps starting a lab here, or maybe going back to New York. Loki could have stayed working with Strange at the sanctum, each of them protecting the time stone and other priceless relics. But neither of you had really thought about your future or work or anything. You’d been so busy living in the moment, in the now, you haven't given your future any thought, really.
Thor came to give you your wedding present.
“Welcome back,” Thor said happily as he and Valkyrie approached you from atop one of the roads back into town. The sea was on your right, down a steep grade, the mist washing up around your face.
“Thank you, it’s good to be back,” you replied as you held Loki’s hand.
“I’m glad to hear you say that, because I wanted to go ahead and give you your wedding present.”
You and Loki exchanged a look of anticipation.
“What would you say to being Asgard’s new King and queen?” he asked with a plucked up smile.
Your jaw nearly hit the floor.
“What? But--but, Valkyrie has been handling it. She’s been in charge, and you’re rightful heir. With Loki’s past and my--”
“Well, first of all,” Valkyrie started with a smile, “I’ve been in charge because I have to be, not because I want to be.”
“And it’s time for me to stop being who I think I’m supposed to be, and be who I’m meant to be,” Thor agreed. “I’ve already spoken with Valkyrie--”
“And we think it’s best if I step down, and restart the Valkyrie program. I could be the leader for your army.”
“I don’t know what to say,” you gasped. “I feel like we’re...stealing this from you. You deserve to be ruler,” you said with urgency.
“No, I think you two do,” she said with sincerity. “Loki risked his life for Asgard when Hela came. He saved its people, and you saved the universe, risking your life.”
“We will do this,” Loki suddenly said in a cool voice, his face looking defiant. “Only if,” he continued, before suddenly flashing a warm smile, “you agree to be our political advisor as well. We will need someone with experience to help us.”
“Of course, Your Majesty,” she said with a dazzling smile.
After that day, it felt clear and right that being home with your Asgardian people was the best choice. Guiding them felt right, helping them make a better community felt good. You and Loki took the rank extremely seriously. It wasn’t just a role of royalty being handed down, but a way to honor his loving mother and your parents, and a way to give back to the people. Everyone was happy when you and Loki were crowned, and supported Thor in his endeavors as well. Valkyrie did her best and helped all the time to discuss and guide the issues of the community.
While being King and Queen was a full time responsibility, you felt you still had other debts to pay.
The Avengers training picked back up, but it got a few more recruits. Loki, you, Peter, and a few others had signed up for proper training. Once a good foundation was set for how you and Loki were running things in New Asgard, you would return to New York to begin your formal training. The agreement was that if New Asgard was in dire need, you’d return to it, but everything ran pretty much hands off in the community now.
On your first day, Pietro, Wanda, Sam, Bucky, Loki, Peter, Shannon, Carol, Scott, Hope, and Rhodey were all there.
Steve stood before you all, giving a quick speech about why you were here, what it meant to be an Avenger, and that being one didn’t mean you always saved the day. In the training room hung two portraits of Natasha and Vision, honoring their sacrifice for the fight to win back the universe.
Tony stood in the background, behind Steve. You wondered why he was here, but of course, his wife and son were there so naturally he wanted to be there to share the first day.
“With that being said,” Steve informed, a look of mischief crossed his face, “I’d like to give the first task to Bucky.”
Bucky frowned but walked forward anyway. All of you were equally confused.
“I’d like you to hold this shield, let me know how it feels,” Steve told Bucky with a bit of a grin.
“Feels heavy, and like it belongs to you,” he responded with a bit of shyness.
“Well, it doesn’t, it belongs to you now,” he said. With that, he turned to everyone. “In fact, this whole program belongs to all of you now. I’m retiring, and I think I'm leaving it in perfectly capable hands. Sam and Bucky will take over as the leaders of the operation, with Shannon overseeing it all. Recruits, it’s your job to follow their every instruction, it may not only save your life one day, but the universe too.” He shot you a tiny smile and nod, to which you returned. “As you know, Tony is retired, Clint has retired, Thor is out exploring the universe, and now with me, it’ll all be on all of you. I wish each of you luck. And as I once said to a very dear friend, no matter what. I promise you, if you need us, if you need me, I'll be there. Avengers, it’s time to assemble.”
He smiled to everyone, nodded once, then turned around. Tony put his hand on Steve’s shoulder as they walked out of the compound.
“Let’s go get lunch,” he said.
“You’re buying,” Steve responded. “I’m retired, gotta watch my budget.”
“Moocher,” Tony replied.
Sam and Bucky stood in front of the group.
“You guys heard him, hop to!” Sam ordered. “Let’s hit the gym everyone!”
With that, the group of you all walked over to the gym, with you and Loki hand in hand.
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You and Loki were standing in the restored castle you’d found on the island, you on the balcony of the bedroom. Both of you staring out over the sparkling ocean. The two of you were on your scheduled vacation from Avengers training, and Sam and Bucky respected that you did have a small nation to lead.
Life continued on for all of you. When you weren’t training at the compound, you and Loki took trips to the sanctum to have tea with Stephen and Wong. Sometimes, for an extended weekend, you’d visit Clint and his family. Wanda visited you in New Asgard a few times, and the two of you would go out on the town, and sometimes Shannon would come, bringing Morgan with her - it’d turn into a girls day out.
Bucky, Sam, you, and Loki all got rather close as well. You all enjoyed practicing combat and Bucky seemed to really enjoy the knife fighting with Loki - those two gave each other a run for their money. A few times, all of the Avengers shared a movie night, a bowling night, a trivia night. Steve and Bucky beat everyone in history, for the most part.
If you weren’t training or helping out Tony and Bruce at Stark Industries with some of your physics knowledge, then you spent time with Shannon and her family. Tom and Diane adored being grandparents, and you and Loki spoiled the kids. It was absolute heaven. Life had finally become happy. It was far from normal, but it was filled with love and happiness, and that’s all you ever wanted.
“You look radiant, my queen,” he mused from behind you as he wrapped his hands around your waist.
“Thank you,” you said blissfully as you stared out. “Would you have done anything differently?” you asked.
Loki rounded around you and got in front of you, putting his hands on the small bump on your stomach. “Of course not, why would you ask that?”
You shrugged simply. “Sometimes I wonder if, well perhaps if you felt trapped or stuck with me. When I jumped after you all those years ago, we weren’t dating. We hadn’t even shared our first kiss yet. So I wonder if perhaps you chose me by default.”
He gave you a soft smile as he stared at you, his hands going to either side of your face. “Y/N, I had thousands of years before we met again to look for someone else. I had ample opportunity to leave you after our imprisonment. I’ve never wanted anyone but you, that has never changed, and it never will.”
You nodded, understanding him. As long as he knew he did have a choice in this, that was all you wanted.
“I’ve wondered the same thing, though. If your decision to jump was made in haste, and after all that time, you just felt as if I were your best option. As if perhaps, if you didn’t stay with me, jumping, losing your freedom, and everything else that went with it, would’ve been for nothing,” he admitted.
“You did?”
He nodded. “Yes. It ran through my mind a few times that maybe if I didn’t propose on the day I came back if you would’ve weighed your options with Remy some more. So one day, I asked Stephen what all those possibilities looked like. Out of those 14 million outcomes, how many of them you chose me in.”
“And?” you breathed, curious to find out, your heart beating rapidly.
“All of them,” he assured with a twinkle in his eye. “He told me that out of all of the futures, you loved me in every one of them, and chose me time and time again.”
You gave him a warm smile. “I’m not surprised,” you mused. “Maybe we should ask him about the future of this little Asgardian,” you said with a bit of a laugh.
“We don’t need him to tell us that future. I already know we will give them everything we always wanted,” he vowed. “I promise.” He got up and kissed you firmly. “Between the two of us, there’s nothing we can’t conquer. Besides, between us, The Starks, Thor, and the other Avengers, this baby will already have ten times the family we did growing up. This baby will be more loved and spoiled than any in existence.”
“Mm, I like the sound of that,” you hummed happily. “I love you,” you quietly said as you stared at him.
“And I love you, Y/N,” he promised with the warmest grin you’d ever seen.
“We’d better get down there,” he reminded. “Shannon and the rest of them just got here. They’ll be waiting on us.”
In just a few minutes, your world would change again, letting in your loved ones on your happy news.
Shannon, Bruce, and the rest of the Starks came to visit you all. You hadn’t told anyone you were pregnant yet, it was to be a surprise. You couldn’t wait for her reaction though, because Loki was right, you knew as a sister she’d go absolutely off the walls happy for you, but not to mention so would several other people that were now family to you.
What seemed like lifetimes ago, Tony, Bruce, were nearly strangers. You all were friends, but nothing compared to what you’d gone through now. Heck, all of the Avengers. People you regularly spoke to, worked with, and relaxed with were once people you hardly knew. Now you couldn’t imagine your life without them (sadly, some of them you didn’t have to imagine, thanks to the snap). They completed your world, they completed you.
This baby, and you and Loki for that matter, had a home, had people who cared for you and loved you deeply. In fact, you had multiple places to call home: the compound, the Stark Cabin, New Asgard.
And you owed it all to your best friend Shannon, and the love of your life Loki - they were your better halves.
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Second Note: I just want to thank every single person who has followed along with us through out this entire series! seeing all of you enjoying this series has really brought my spirits up throughout this shitty time. a special thanks to my Best friend @thorne93 for putting up with my antics and procrastination throughout the writing time. by far the best time I've ever had writing with someone else. stay tuned in for the next cowritten series by us!
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Babysitting
Soo this is my first time writing a fic and it’s a little bit iffy but eh I’m posting it anyway. It ended up being a lot longer than originally intended so I’m only putting up the first part right now. WIP so don’t judge too hard. It looks like it’s going to be a cool action story about some looming villain but is actually just about the avenger kids babysitting Morgan. Lots of Peter & Morgan being siblings ‘cause I love them. Oh and contains Endgame spoilers I guess so don’t read if you haven’t seen it yet. Enjoy
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Communication was iffy, to say the least, among the remaining Avengers after the second snap. What with many retiring, some being halfway across the world, and a large percentage of them in space, it wasn’t always clear as to how to get in touch with each other. Whenever a threat arose big enough to alert everyone, it usually went through Nick Fury, who seemed to have an obscure way of contacting everyone. At the moment, though, he and Agent Hill were investigating the aftermath of some European incidents, and were indisposed. That meant the process was much slower.
It had started when Carol Danvers, Captain Marvel herself, had heard about trouble brewing on a distant planet; something that might affect the rest of the galaxy as well. Upon visiting the said planet and realizing it was much worse than she could have imagined, she made the decision to call in some backup.
She managed to track down the Benatar, because of the homing device the Guardians had entrusted to her. From there, Thor gave Rocket Bruce’s email address and sent him a message, hoping for the best. Intergalactic messaging is normally not the quickest, but it was going to have to work. Carol led the Guardians to the planet, insisting there was no time to waste. The Earthens would make it there eventually, but until they did, there wasn’t a minute to spare.
Dr. Bruce Banner, currently large, green, and Hulky, received the email approximately twenty-two hours after it was sent. He was working in his lab then, and at first was delighted to get correspondence from his adventuring buddies, but quickly became horrified at the news. He made nine phone calls in the next half-hour, to a various number of people.
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“So, uh, because of all that there will be a Wakandan airship arriving on your farm in about two minutes…”
“Um, what? Buddy, you gotta be kidding me. I’m retired, I thought you were too.” Clint had his phone pinched between his ear and his shoulder, attempting at multitasking.
“I know, I know, but-” Bruce paused and flinched as loud grinding sounds came from the other end. “What exactly are you doing right now?”
“I was trying to finish building our new shed.” Holding a wooden beam upright, he clicked the button on the drill he was holding and it whined as it forced in a screw. Using his left hand to dust sawdust off of his shirt, he set the drill down on his workbench and laid the phone flat on his shoulder. “Lila, hon, come here a sec. Tell your Uncle Bruce why I’m not skipping out on our father-daughter weekend.”
“Sure, Dad.” She laughed, setting down the bucket of apples she had been picking from a nearby tree. She jogged over to him and was handed the phone. Clint returned to building his shed.
“Clint- are you there?”
“Hey Uncle Bruce, I’m really sorry but my dad is unavailable this weekend because mom took the boys to her parents and I finally don’t have to deal with them for once, and once he’s done with his latest construction project he promised to teach me some moves on his sword and then we’re staying up late and eating ice cream-hey Dad what’s that noi-”
She dropped the phone in surprise as huge gusts of wind blew down on them from above. Lila’s hair whipped around her face as a glowing hexagonal shield appeared in the sky, revealing a sleek black airship. She glanced at Clint, who was shielding his eyes with his hand. He sighed. “Guess we’re going to have to pick this back up next weekend.”
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The couch at the Lang household was, as far as they were concerned, the most comfortable piece of furniture in the world. Scott, Hope and Cassie had all settled into it, gigantic bowls of popcorn on their laps, and were just about to press play on their favorite movie when their phone rang. Scott dramatically dropped the remote beside him in defeat, and reached over to grab the phone from the coffee table.
“Who is it, Dad?” Cassie asked, looking over to see the number.
“If it’s Luis again, just leave it,” Hope joked, playfully stealing some popcorn from Cassie’s bowl.
“No, no. I gotta take this. It’s Bruce, my favorite guy!” he exclaimed, stepping into the next room.
“Is that the big green one?” Cassie whispered as Hope laughed.
“Hey, Doc Green, what’s up? Scott asked, leaning against the wall.
“Something bad, I’m afraid. We need both of you to come in.”
Scott rubbed his forehead. “What’s wrong? Can’t someone else take it for once? We just started movie night, man.”
“That’s pretty much what Clint said. But no, it’s an emergency, and we’re calling in the whole team.” Cassie listened from the living room, waiting anxiously. Secretive phone calls were never good. And neither were giant airships in your backyard.
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“Bruce- are you sure? I mean, I’ve got both the kids here, and-” Pepper spoke into the phone with a hushed voice, leaning against the kitchen counter. She glanced over to the dining room table, where Peter was helping Morgan with her homework. Not that she had much homework at six years old, but Peter had taken it upon himself to make sure she lived up to the reputation of her genius father. That meant many late-night reading sessions.
In the year since the second snap, Peter and Morgan had grown close. They were basically siblings. Peter bounced from his apartment to the lake house to HQ, and Pepper had gotten to know him better. She really liked the kid, and decided to keep up her late husband’s legacy of parenting him. It’s what Tony would have wanted, anyway.
“I’m sorry, Pepper, but we really need everyone we can get. Rescue’s needed, too.” Bruce hated calling everyone in from their lives, but it was crucial.
Careful not to disturb the kids, she sighed and said quietly, “All right. But the kid stays here.”
“But Pepper, he’s got some powerful skills-”
“Out of the question. He’s seventeen, and he’s already had to deal with enough after everything Fury put him through.”
He started to protest more, but just sighed. “Okay, fine. Everyone’s going to meet up at your place in a few minutes. Expect lots of airships.”
“At this point, nothing would surprise me.” She hung up and set the phone down on the counter. She rested her chin in her hands, deep in thought. She had never been to space before; it was both exciting and terrifying. She didn’t want to leave Morgan, who had already lost one parent to a supernatural battle, but everything Bruce had told her made it clear this mission was more important than their daily lives. If Carol Danvers, one of the most powerful people in the galaxy, called for help, it was definitely serious.
“W-wan-”
“Close, look at the context clues.”
“Wonderful!”
“Yeah, you got it! Nice job, Morgs.” Pepper watched from the kitchen as Peter gave Morgan two high fives. Morgan was usually ornery as a donkey when it came to learning new words, but with Peter she didn’t seem to mind. She thought he was the coolest person in the world.
“Can we take a break? We’ve been going for hours,” she whined, yawning a little and slumping over into his lap. “And I want a juice pop.”
“Perfect timing. It’s probably getting close to your bedtime, too,” he teased, tickling the back of her neck. She squealed and sat up, batting away his hands. Scampering into the kitchen, she made a mad dash for the freezer before Pepper sidestepped in front of her, blocking it.
“Uh uh, little miss. Supper before dessert.” Morgan crossed her arms and stamped her foot, but failed to contain a smile.
“You haven't cooked us dinner yet, Mommy! How are we supposed to eat it?” she cried, throwing up her arms.
“There’s the leftover risotto in the fridge, I told you I would heat it up when you wanted it.”
She made a face. “That stuff’s gross.”
Pepper shrugged. “Guess you don’t get juice pops, then.”
“Hey- hey, Mrs. Stark, what’s happening out there?” Peter had pulled aside the curtains and was peeking out the window, where in the soft evening light you could just make out several descending airships. And a lot of noise.
“Mommy?” Morgan asked hesitantly, looking at her with wide, anxious eyes.
“Don’t worry, kids,” Pepper replied, walking up to the door and unlocking it. “This is just...well, you’ll see.”
Part two to come soon!
#fic#marvel#avengers#bruce banner#clint barton#lila barton#scott lang#cassie lang#pepper potts#peter parker#morgan stark#carol danvers#endgame spoilers#i know it's bad but i had fun writing it#i'll get to the point soon i promise
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Stark and Parker
a/n: this took me forever to get out ANON SWEETIE I AM SO SORRY, this takes place right after civil war and italics are flashbacks!
request: hi so I tried to write a fic but it didn't come out good, so can you do it? because yours are so good!! The reader is Tony Starks daughter and she can't tell anyone for her own safety. she is dating Peter parker, and they don't know about each others secrets until one day he is recruited and see each other at the compound :) I know this is really specific :))
paring: peter parker x fem!stark!reader
warnings: playful teasing and banter, peter being an awkward shy mess that we all love, edited but i haven’t slept all night or day or let’s just say unedited to be safe, cursing cause ITS MEEE, some angst somehow, some fluffy moments, i miss the avengers fam
word count: 2,473
He was late...again. It was the third time this week that he was late for patrol. Peter mentally scolded himself, knowing that he should be helping out more. He was running, running through the bust sidewalks of New York city. Typically, Peter just stuck to watching over Queens. He rarely even went into Brooklyn. But something told him that he needed to be there today. He couldn't figure out why, his spider-senses only telling him to be alert. He tried to decipher his feelings as he squeezed through the crowd of people. He was nervous and...giddy? Well that makes no sense. Right then and there, Peter's body collided with another person, a hot liquid spilling on both of them, causing them both to cry out in pain.
Peter looked up and was met with a girl, no older than he was, now covered in coffee.
"I-I'm so so sorry!" Peter apologized, further scolding himself. She tucked her slightly long, dark hair behind her ear and smiled at him.
"It's okay! It's crowded here so it would have happen regardless," She tried to make the situation better even though she lost all of her dysfunctional families coffee including her own.
"Still, I'll-I'll buy you some new ones! And, uh, a new shirt. Shit. I'm really really sorry." He pulled out his wallet to hopefully reimburse the poor girl for the spilled drinks and spoiled shirt, only to find no money. "Just my luck," he thought to himself.
"Seriously, it's okay! Accidents happen! All the time! Especially here in New York." Sure her skin was burned from the give or take 64 ounces of fresh, steaming coffee poured on her, but she was just as clumsy and she didn't want this poor guy to suffer.
"But," Peter looked down at his watch. He was really late for patrol now. He groaned as he struggled with what to do. He knew he need to start patrol as soon as possible and get to his backpack where his homemade superhero suit was waiting for an adventure and justice. But, he also knew that he couldn't just leave this girl after ruining her day.
She could sense that he was in a hurry. To where? Who knows, but she decided to make this easier on the both of them.
"Give me your phone."
"What?"
"Give me your phone."
"Why-"
"Just do it!" Peter reluctantly handed her his phone, absolutely clueless of her plan. She added her contact into Peter's outdated iPhone, smiling as she returned it to him. "There. You seem like you're in a hurry so you can make it up to me on a date," she winked at him. Peter began to blush as he stuttered. She laughed and waved bye to the boy, hoping that it wouldn't be the last time that she gets to see his cute face.
Peter looked down at the phone and found her contact. Y/n. He smiled as he watched her figure retreat down the sidewalk, further and further away from their little coffee accident. A pretty name for a pretty girl.
Y/N walked into the huge compound, instantly being met with the loud clamor of her expansive and not all completely related family.
"Little Stark!" Wanda greeted, drawing the team's attention to the teenage girl who entered the building.
"Yo Stark! Where's the coffee?" Sam yelled asked.
"Ha. About that-"
"She's wearing it," Natasha pointed out, a teasing smile now on her face.
"Ms. Stark, what happened?" Vision asked, concerned as to why the young was suddenly covered in coffee but still seemed in a fabulous mood.
"Ran into someone."
"Damn kid just cause we have money doesn't mean that you can go spilling it and wearing it," Tony looked at his pride and joy, trying into to laugh.
"Steve doesn't like that language Tony," Rhodey joked.
"You know what? For a Colonel-"
"I'm fine by the way. In case you case were wondering ya know. Just some minor second degree burns no biggie," y/n interrupted Steve.
Wanda gasped, ”You met a boy!"
"You met a boy?!" All the adults formed a chorus. Tony, Steve, and Rhodey were all concerned, protective parents, Vision was trying to figure out what was so specially about meeting someone of the opposite sex, all while Sam and Nat were happy that their niece was finally going to get some.
"Wanda you snitch!"
"I'm sorry! I'm trying to control it I swear! It's just, your thoughts were so loud I couldn't help myself!"
"Who's the boy?" Tony questioned, a million emotions flooding his system.
"Dad-"
"Who's the boy?" He repeated.
"No nobody! No one! Wanda," y/n sent glares to the other young girl in the house.
"Guys stop with the third degree. It's obvious nothing happened. She's literally wearing coffee."
"Jee thanks Sam."
"Anytime y/n/n. Anytime." At that moment, a small ding came from y/n's phone.
"Hey y/n! It's Peter the guy that ran into you earlier today. Would you might to maybe like go out sometime this weekend?" A smile followed by a blush took over y/n's face. How could she say no?
And thus was the beginning of their beautiful relationship.
Five Months Later
The compound was quiet, far too quiet. Y/N hated it with a burning passion. She missed all the clashing and banging from the training center. She missed the awkward, flirting tension that would follow Wanda and Vision everywhere. She missed Sam yelling at Steve to stop running so fast. She missed Nat trying to teach her basic combat skills behind her dad's back. She missed showing Steve all the new things about the internet and watching the greatest movies of all time that he didn't get to see due to the ice. She missed bantering with Sam about who's Steve's best friend was: her or Sam. She missed Rhodey and Sam ranting about the "two crazy white boys" in their lives. She missed her dysfunctional family more than she ever thought possible. And she was so incredibly pissed at both Steve and Tony for not finding a common ground for the accords.
Tony was just as upset. He hated silence, he always knew he did. But he never knew he could hate it so much. He never thought that he could miss Steve, or Wanda, or Clint, or Sam, or Nat. He never knew how much he could miss his daughter yelling at Vision for barging into her room. Or her and Wanda screaming Taylor Swift lyrics at the top of their lungs. Or Steve's thousand questions as they watched some classic movie that he never got to experience. Or the mess the team would leave the kitchen, training room, living room, hell, practically the entire compound. He missed catching Nat teaching y/n how to fight. He missed the dysfunctional family he never knew he had, until Steve and Bucky left him to die in the snow, all alone and cold, bleeding out, wondering where the hell did he go so wrong. Seeing the after math of the Avenger's "civil war", Rhodey struggling to walk on his own and y/n barely leaving her room, made him feel even more guilty. Even thought the fight was both of their faults, Tony couldn't help but feel that it was all his. That he could have, should have, would have done more to fix it...but he did it. And now everyone, even Clint: the retired Avenger, Scott: the man that suddenly entered the team's lives during the fight, and his own sweet daughter: y/n, are facing the consequences.
He sighed, checking his phone while hearing the news blare from his daughter's room to make up for the quietness of the compound.
"Sir, Mr. Parker is here," FRIDAY informed him.
"Send the kid in." He put away his phone and put on his "I'm Tony Stark and I have my shit together" mask.
Peter was, well, to best explain it: the love child of the emotions excited, nervous, anxious, and worried. No matter how many times he had talked to Tony Stark, he could never get over the fact that he was talking to Tony Stark, THE Iron Man himself. He wondered what Ned would say if he knew. Probably something extremely fanboy-sih like: "Oh my god what did he smell like? If you don't say iron than I give up supporting him." He then thought about what his girlfriend would say to all of this. She didn't exactly know that her boyfriend was the spider vigilante. Or that he had superpowers. Or that Tony Stark had taken him under his wing and had him fight alongside him to stop Captain America. She didn't even know that he left the country just a week ago per Mr. Stark's request. He didn't know what her reaction would be. And he didn't get much time to think about it as the elevator doors opened up to the compound.
Peter's eyes widened in a childlike wonder. He was so caught up in his surroundings that the doors almost closed on him. He stumbled out, still looking around.
"Hey underoos," Tony greeted, putting his phone away.
"H-Hey Mr. Stark. This place is amazing!" Peter exclaimed, his eyes still roaming around the room.
"This used to be the Avengers compound."
"Used to? Oh! Right! Berlin."
"Yeah...Berlin. Let me show you around."
While Tony took Peter on the grand tour, Rhodey thought he'd pay a visit to his favorite Stark.
"How you doing y/n/n?"
"I hate this," she grumbled, lowering the volume of her television.
"I know."
"No offense Rhodey, but you guys are adults. Grown adults. Why couldn't you guys have come to an agreement or something?"
"It's not that simple. You know that."
"But it should have been." She looked down at her lap, trying to hold back the tears. "I'm sorry bout your legs."
"You can't expect to come out with everything in a war like that."
"But it's your family."
"Makes it just a little worth it."
"So, why are you here? Don't get me wrong I love your company Rhodey but I'm sure my dad would prefer you in his sight."
"Came to check in on you. Also, to tell you that the new recruit is here."
"New recruit?" She perked up.
"Yeah. I think you'll like him too. He's your age."
"My age?" She started to laugh. "Rhodes there's no way in hell that Tony Stark, the Iron-Man, my father, would ever recruit a kid my age."
"Well, why don't you just come see for yourself?"
"Is this an attempt to get me out of my room and to face my dad?"
"No, but I'm saving that for future reference. Just come see."
"I'm going. I'm going."
Tony stopped the tour in the living room as soon as he heard his daughter's giggle.
"Pete, there's someone I want you to meet."
As soon as she walked in, Peter froze. Y/N turned her gaze from Rhodey to the two people in front of her and her eyes widened.
"Peter?" she gasped, a smile finding her face for the first time in a week.
"Y/n?" Peter's brows furrowed. He was trying to figure out how the hell his girlfriend got here. Tony looked between the two kids and then back to Rhodey, mentally asking what was going on. Rhodey shrugged his shoulders, just as confused.
"What are you doing here?!" she gave him a hug. She had missed him, esspecially with all the crazyness that had taken over her life the past week.
"Mr. Stark invited me," he hugged her back, also missing the way her voice sounded and how soft her skin was. "What are you doing here?"
"I live here. Wait, invited you?"
"Y/n, this is the new recruit," Tony informed her, scared that she was going to tear him apart.
"Wait what?!" She looked at her dad.
"Wait, why do you live here?"
"She's his daughter," Rhodey answered.
"YOU HAVE A KID!?" Peter yelled.
"Yes.." Tony took a step back, the whole scene feeling too much for him suddenly.
"AND YOURE HIS KID?!"
"Yeah wait why is he recruiting you?"
"He's Spider-Man. How do you two know each other?" Rhodey was more than curious to figure out the drama going on before his eyes.
"YOURE SPIDER-MAN AND YOU NEVER TOLD ME!!!"
"IM SORRY!! YOURE TONY STARKS DAUGHTER AND YOU NEVER TOLD ME!!"
"...YOU HAVE A POINT BUT IM SORRY!"
"Screaming kids," Tony snapped his fingers in-between the two, "yeah, hi! How do you two know each other?"
"Oh, well, uh, y-you see Mr. Stark. The thing is..." Peter scratched the back of his neck nervously.
"He's my boyfriend," y/n cut him off.
"I did NOT see that coming!" Rhodey exclaimed, laughing. "He's the guy that spilled coffee on you two months ago??!" Y/n nodded sheepishly as Peter blushed.
"You told them!?"
"Pete, I was covered in coffee. What did you want me to do? Say I threw up coffee?"
"Really underoos? My kid?" Tony asked, still refusing to believe that his work child and his blood child were dating.
"I DIDN"T KNOOOW!"
"Really y/n? My underoos?"
"Really dad? My Peter?"
"Hey I found him first."
"Actually, I did."
"Actually the spider did," Rhodey intruded.
"Am I being fought over by Tony and y/n Stark?" Peter asked, still confused as to what was going on.
"Yup. It's a pleasure isn't it?" Rhodey teased.
"Listen, as much as I want to be mad I really can't cause you're both good kids so, knock yourselves out...but not up. Please, not up. But Peter, if you hurt my daughter, I will hurt you. And y/n, if you hurt Peter, I will hurt you. Alright?"
"Yes dad."
"Yes Mr. Stark."
"So wait. Is Peter, like, living with us now?" y/n asked.
"For a bit. Just so we can train him." Peter and y/n looked at each other with huge smiles on their faces.
"Let's give them a moment Peter," Rhodey dragged the teen boy out.
"So, do you forgive me?" Tony looked at his daughter with hopeful eyes.
"I'm still upset with you...but I guess I'll forgive you're letting my boyfriend stay for a bit."
"I love you y/n/n, you know that right?"
"And I love you too dad." The two shared a hug for the first time since the spilt of the Avengers, finally feeling as if they had a family again.
"Is this a bad time to ask: where exactly am I staying?" Peter interrupted.
"Jeez kid, can't you see we're having a moment?" Tony rolled his eyes.
"Come on," y/n laughed, "I'll show you to your room."
"Remember to use protection!" Rhodey called out after the two teens. He received a shove from Tony and a middle finger from y/n. Yup, all was finally going to be right in the compound again.
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We Can Fix This...I Hope
Summary: Lets just hope you can fix your dads prized possession before he gets home
Words: 2000ish
Authors note: Please like, reblog, and comment! Oh, and please PLEASE send ins requests! It gets hard to make up my own prompts.
“I am so dead,” you breath out.
“N-no you aren't. We can fix this!” Peter tried to cheer you up but that wasn’t going to happen. Oh yes, you were so dead. You would be deader than a doornail. You’re gonna go belly up. You will bite the dust. What ever expression you chose to use doesn't change that fact that you weren’t going to see the light of tomorrow.
“How are we suppose to fix my dad’s suit! HIS FAVORITE IRON MAN-” Peter slapped his hand over your mouth.
“There are other people in this building. Now I know I don’t wanna get caught and you sure as heck don’t wanna get caught. The only way out of this situation is to just figure out how to repair the thing.” Peter then slowly removed his hand from your mouth and you nodded slowly.
“Ok so we know that Steve, Bruce, and Natasha are around right now. Dad is out with Pepper visiting, only god knows where, and won’t be around till tomorrow evening. So as of right now we only have 24 hours at the most to mend this stupid rust bucket.” You sneer at your father’s creation that he has only just started teaching you how to build your own.
“Do you think Bruce could help us?” Peter questioned.
“Could? Oh I think he could help us, but the real question is would he help us.” You state not looking away from the demolished red suit.
“I see your point,” Peter grumbles.
“Hey what if FRIDAY knows how to fix the suit!” Peter exclaims with a grin.
“Hey FRIDAY!” you call out to the ceiling.
“Yes, Ms. (Y/N)?” FRIDAY responded.
“Do you, by any chance, know how to repair or even make my dad’s Iron Man suit?” you question the artificial intelligence.
“Yes I do Ms. (Y/N). In fact your father has made videos on how to make one!” The smile Peter had on his face was the most infectious thing on the planet earth right now.
“FRIDAY would you please pull up all the videos and play them in order? Could you also not inform my dad about what has happened and what is going to happen in the next 24 hours?” You asked and of course you received.
“Well, lets get to work spiderling!” you cheer.
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“I think I'm going to pass out,” Peter whined as he slumped down in a chair.
“Don’t bail on me now Parker,” You hummed as you took another sip of coffee to keep you going.
“But I'm so tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrrrrrred,” Peter mumbled.
“Start a conversation with mer Parker. Keep yourself talking.” You instruct as you light the blow torch.
“Well yesterday I had my first kiss,” Peter mumbled.
“No way! Was it with that Liz Allen girl you always talk about?” You fake enthusiasm.
“Yeah! It was wonderful. I had set up a picnic in the park. It was getting dark and the stars came out and then we just kissed.” Peter gushed.
“That really sounds amazing Peter. I’m happy for you.” You lied right through your pearly whites. Of course you were happy for him. He had his first kiss and he just said it was wonderful. You were just upset over the fact that it wasn’t with you.
Ever since you first met him being forced to be an undercover student going to Midtown High by your dad; you couldn’t help but be captured by how innocent and all around adorable he was at first glance. Then you got to know him more as the weeks went by and you and your dad finally recruited the spider-boy. You couldn’t help but smile when the budding super-hero, just like yourself, would take time out of his weekend to hang out with you and your father. While Tony would whine and complain about how annoying Peter was you could see right through that tough old fart. Ever since Bruce got a real job and wasn’t around the tower except once out of the month Tony had gotten lonely and frankly bored. While you did retain your smarts from your dad you weren’t always interested in debating whether or not Newton’s 3rd Law can be broken. Luckily Peter Parker was there to save you by actually enjoying the conversations he has with your father. Your dad was secretly excited he had someone else to talk smarts about without being bashed on all the time about ‘being old’ and ‘having to much retirement time on his hands’ as you would say.
“But it didn’t feel right,” Peter sighed. That immediately caught your attention.
“What do you mean?”
“It didn’t feel natural or real. I guess you could say I didn’t feel a spark.” Peter tried to explain.
“I think the worst part is, is that Liz felt something. She seemed over the moon after the date. Should I feel bad that I don’t feel anything?” Peter questioned.
“No, its not your fault that you don’t feel the same. You just...don’t. I can’t really explain it further.” You pull up your mask and turn off the blow torch.
“I don't know how to tell her or do I even tell her at all,” Peter sighs and throws his arms over his eyes.
“I think that life is to short to do that to yourself and someone else. Why waste time with something that doesn’t interest you and instead do something that you love. Not saying that being around that Allen girl is a waste of time, but being in a relationship that is one sided isn’t really healthy and isn’t fare to her. Like I said about not having a lot of time, need I remind you that we are super-heros and we don’t exactly have a long life expectancy. Except for Capcicle and Buck. They are the rare exception. So is my dad, cause he’s old. And Thor cause his people live for awhile-OH you get what I mean.” you grumble as you get annoyed that you contradicted your statement. Peter just broke into a fit of laughter.
“I’m holding a blow torch Parker. Don’t test me.” His laughter died down and for the first time you saw a look that you had never seen before. That is, it is the first time you had caught him staring at you with adoration.
“What’s that look for?” You giggled and turned to continue to work on the hunk of metal sitting in front of you, just missing the growing blush on Peter’s cheeks.
“Hey, I’m not going to keep you up any longer since it is two in the morning. Head up to my room and sleep. I won’t be able to till this super suit is working.” You say grabbing ahold of an unknown tool your father used to build his armor.
“No, I can’t-” Peter immediately shut up when you gave him this motherly glare that spooked him into doing as you were told.
“I’ll be back in an hour so you can sleep!” Peter called down the hallway.
“Sure you will,” you chuckled to yourself.
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Peter woke up with a groggy grumble then shot up in a bed that wasn’t his. He hissed in annoyance when his vision became a little foggy and got a minor headache. he glanced around the room and remembered that he’s at the tower helping you fix the Iron Man suit you both broke.
“Peter come on! Flying in one of these things is so cool! I’ll even teach you how to fly one!” You squealed in excitement. (Y/N) was tinkering with her work-in-progress Iron Man suit when Peter walked in and started asking a bunch of questions about said suit.
“(Y/N) I don’t think that’s a good idea. W-what if I crash one of them?” Peter stuttered.
“Come on what’s the worst that can happen,” she blew off Peter’s concern and pulled out her and her dad’s favorite creation and stepped right inside it.
“See! Easy as-” (Y/N) was immediately cut off when the suit started to fly out of control and spit her out of the metal skin. It banged left and right slowly losing parts as it crashed more and more. (Y/N) grabbed a metal rod lying on the work table and smacked it with all her strength sending the malfunctioning metal to the ground and dying with a sputter.
“I am so dead,” she breathed out.
“Oh crap,” Peter shot out offed and practically threw himself down the hall and to the workshop when he realized it was nine A.M. He stumbled into the room only to realize you had passed out on top of the wired body barely holding onto a wrench in your right hand. Light snores came from your mouth and he chuckled at you. That was when he, once again, gave you that look of adoration and love. Yes, love. Now is it really all that surprising to see him head over heals in love with you? No probably not.
I mean you were quirky and smart. He could never get over the fact that you whine when you are proven wrong. You would get annoyed with him when he teased you about not being able to lift up only one eyebrow. He only did to see your adorable face when you did get upset. Your laugh was so different than anything he ever heard but he couldn’t get enough of it. The thing he loved most about you was how kind you were. The first day you met him was something he could never forget. You stood up for him when Flash was giving him a hard time. No one ever stood up for him. The thing that got him was that you didn’t stand up for just him but everyone Flash ever bother. You stood up for what was right in every situation even though sometimes people didn’t favorite the right thing. Peter could only see you as the light of his life, if only he had the courage to say something.
Peter slowly scooped you up into his arms and cradled you against his chest. Right away you wrapped your arms and legs around his frame which only made his smile grow. He moved your up the elevator and to your floor. Prying you away from his body was the hardest and funniest thing Peter has ever done, but once he got you under the covers he stayed for a lot longer than he should of.
“God you are breathtaking,” he mumbled. With that he left the room and let you sleep.
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“PETER YOU LET ME SLEEP! ITS NEARLY EIGHT O’CLOCK MY DAD WILL BE HOME SOON! I AM DEAD MEAT!” (Y/N) scrambled into the workshop to find the super suit in its stand and Peter fiddling away at something else.
“W-When did this h-happen?” you panted out of breath.
“While you were sleeping I was able to finish this up so you wouldn’t have your ass handed to you on a silver platter,” Peter turned to you.
“You know that you are the best person in the world ever right?” You giggled.
“Also,” before Peter knew what was happening you had already pulled him into a long awaited kiss that you both enjoyed. You broke the kiss and Peter tried to lean in farther to catch your retreating lips.
“Thank you for calling me breathtaking,” You shied away but Peter gripped you by the hips and pulled you flush against him.
“You shouldn’t be thanking me when it’s a fact,” you blushed and dug your head into his shoulder to hide it the best you could.
“You did a really good job at repairing the suit while I was asleep,” you spoke to soon as the whole entire body collapsed and scattered across the floor. The two of you stood there astounded at the mess lying at your feet.
“Mini Me! Underoos! I’m Home!”
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MIT, Time Travel and oh mY GOD IT’S PETER PARKER!
see the first story here, or start the sequel on ao3 and you’ll receive my eternal love and devotion!
| CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 2 | CHAPTER 3 | CHAPTER 4 |
| chapter 5 - an eventful thanksgiving |
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Peter and May spend an eventful thanksgiving at the Avengers Compound with the rest of the team.
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Peter had his legs tucked beneath him as he pressed his head against the tinted glass of the window. The wheels thundering down the highway made his head bump up and down and when the vibration grew too disrupting, he leant his head back against the leather headrest and sighed. He had definitely stayed out too late the night before to be up this early. Peter let his eyes fall shut against the sights flashing past the window and tried his very best to get some sleep.
After seeing MJ home the previous night, Peter had gone back to the lab and ensured that things were all running according to plan. His weekends back in New York were his only time to be able to check, in person, on how the prototypes were going for the various projects he had in motion. Luckily, nothing had blown up in his absence and everything was running smoothly. He’d spent a couple of hours tweaking various things before getting on to his next important task of the evening.
New York had not seen Spider-Man in two weeks and if Peter didn’t show his face, or mask, soon, then the press would probably start spinning tales of his death. He’d spent a few more hours out and about, clearing up some small skirmishes throughout the city before finally retiring back to the apartment around 2am.
Peter’s legs were beginning to cramp, and his neck was starting to twinge from the odd angle it was at. After a few minutes of trying to fall asleep (it didn’t help that Peter wasn’t all that good at sitting still) he opened his eyes and unfolded his legs, flopping against the back of the seat in defeat. He flicked his phone open and skipped the song he had been listening to. But it seemed like everything in his playlist was annoying him at the minute as he flicked past Rhianna’s Umbrella and Back in Black byAC/DC, eventually giving up and yanking his headphones from his ears.
“Everything ok, Pete?” May asked, pausing the conversation she had been having with Happy in the front seat.
“Yeah fine, just tired that’s all.” Peter muttered, running a hand over his face and sighing.
May gave him a concerned look and he mustered a half-hearted smile.
“That’s more like it, it’s Thanksgiving and you get a break from work!” May said trying to be enthusiastic and giving Happy a look that indicated he should probably follow suit.
Peter watched Happy’s eyes flick to him in the rear-view mirror. “Yeah, your Aunt’s right, you’ll get to catch up with the rest of the team, Morgan will be there.” Happy said supportively and May gave him a smile and a squeeze on the shoulder.
Peter smiled weakly and turned his attention outside. He could tell they were getting close to the compound. A feeling was beginning to settle in Peter’s stomach, and he wasn’t sure he could quite place what it was… dread wasn’t quite right… maybe apprehension?
He loved the compound with all his heart, after all, he had been thoroughly involved in the design and security of the new buildings. After accepting his part time position at Stark Industries, Pepper had brought Peter onto the project for rebuilding the compound. Not only did this give Peter something to do, but it also taught him the process of getting approval and all the levels of order he more or less had to answer to. Back when he had been an intern, he’d just asked Tony if he could start a project, but he’d quickly learnt that there was now a new order to follow.
In the month he had been stuck in his spiralling depression, the rest of the team had cleared the carnage that remained of the compound and were left with a clean slate to start something new.
Bruce, Carol and Nick Fury were heading the task, designing the new compound to fit the new-ish team and making space for anyone who might join them in the future. Peter had spent the better part of the summer break covering the tech side of the new base, ensuring that there were features that would prevent it from falling prey to future attacks.
He’d been under the strict supervision of Nick Fury (who was incredibly specific about what sort of defences the compound needed – Peter had begun to think he was slightly paranoid), Pepper (who had generously provided majority of the funding for the new base, along with a variety of other philanthropists) and Carol Danvers (who had all the otherworldly knowledge that Peter needed to design the best security system possible). Bruce had been in charge of the actual design and had tried to stay as true to the first compound as he could. It had taken around a month of hard work to design everything and a lot of communication with Shuri in Wakanda, who had taught Peter about the shielding software she had designed, before everything was ready to go. Throughout the whole process Peter felt that in many ways he had grown a lot closer to the rest of the team but couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that he still didn’t quite stand on the same footing as them.
“Alrighty, here we go.” Happy said and Peter felt the car slowing as he was drawn out of his thoughts and into the present.
“Are we here?” Peter asked.
“Oh my gosh that’s the first time that you’ve asked during the whole trip, I figured that you’d be saying ‘are we there yet’ every half an hour like you did as a kid.” May cooed and Peter grumbled something about ‘I’m an adult now’ which made May wrinkle her nose as she laughed.
That was when the voices reached Peter’s ears and he instinctively shifted away from the windows, despite their impenetrable tint. The car slowed and Happy pressed his hand on the steering wheel, giving a short beep of the horn to try and get the people ahead to move out of the way.
Peter suddenly wished he had left his headphones in.
“This is absolutely insane.” May said as she peered out the window at the scores of press vans, cameras and reporters lining the fence of the Avengers Compound. Peter hoped they didn’t get too close to set the security systems off. The arrival of a new car to the scene caused great excitement and people ran, shoving each other aside to try and get a view of who was behind the tinted windows.
Peter ground his teeth in frustration as his eyes darted around at the scene playing on outside the window. It was so unnerving to be in front of the camera, even if he knew there was no way they could see him. He could already imagine the headlines now if they figured out it was him in the car. No need to fuel the news’ insistence that he was the new Tony Stark, Peter’s position at Stark Industries was enough to do that on its own.
“I don’t see why Danvers felt the need to tell the public that the Avengers are spending Thanksgiving together.” Happy grumbled as he slowed the car to a near stop, edging it forward slowly. He couldn’t stop entirely otherwise the press would collect around the car and make it impossible to move, as they were currently trying to do. It was a difficult balance and Peter almost hoped that Happy ran over the toes of some of the reporters in the process.
Peter knew why Carol Danvers had felt the need to alert the press to their Thanksgiving plans, the Avengers did need to present a united front. The rest of the world was slowly but surely putting itself back together, order had been restored more or less though there were still some countries in complete disarray. Peter suspected that the Department for Foreign Affairs and Defence Force had banded together to insist the Avengers make some press noise just so the rest of the world could see the arsenal that America had assembled should they think about taking advantage of the fragile international order. Admitting this didn’t make it any easier for Peter to handle the hordes of press awaiting them.
Thanksgiving with the Avengers… what a strange thought? It was kind that Carol had asked for May to be there as well. Peter and his aunt had never really been strictcelebrators of Thanksgiving, but he had to admit that the chance for a big lunch and to do some tinkering at the compound was pretty appealing.
After a few more beeps of his horn Happy finally made it to the front gate and they waited patiently as the gates were opened slowly as whoever was manning the security system in the compound recognised the black sedan. The car lurched forward as they entered the compound, leaving the clamouring press to wait behind. Now that the people were out of the way Happy increased his speed as they pulled up the drive to the compound.
With the press left in the dust behind them, Peter couldn’t help the pride that swelled in his chest at the sight of the complex before him. Over the last few months the compound had become his baby of sorts, after the weeks spent designing a system to protect it Peter had had to leave for university and hadn’t been able to see construction start. He’d monitored it sure, and had visited a few times when he was back in New York, but there was something different about seeing every piece where it was supposed to be as a whole. The compound had only been completed a month ago and Peter had luckily been around for the weekend as the finishing touches were put on.
May made noises of appreciation as they followed the sweeping lawns towards the main building and Peter craned his neck in-between the front seats to try and get a good look.
“Oh my gosh…” May said as she caught sight of the main building, the residential one that most of the Avengers stayed in. “Sweetie… you helped design this?”
“He sure did!” Happy said smiling widely.
“I think you missed your calling in architecture.” May said appreciatively and Peter could kind of understand what she meant, even if he didn’t deserve sole credit in any sense.
“I kinda did more of the stuff you can’t see, but there were a few things I had input on…” Peter said nonchalantly.
The first compound had been made for practicality, ease of use, everything was where it was so that it made it simple for the team to get around. Peter had taken a slightly new spin with it, after clearing his ideas with Pepper, he’d gone to MJ to get her opinion, after all she was the artist.
The new compound was still modern and for all intents and purposes, followed a similar design to the first build. After Wanda Maximoff and the rest of the Avengers had spent two weeks clearing the destruction that Thanos had left behind they had discovered that there were some parts of the original compound that could be recovered, the basement for one. As such, the new base had been built right on top of where its sister had stood. There was still the hanger in the North of the compound and the labs, conference rooms and medical bay in the West wing, but Peter and Pepper had tried to make the main building, the residential part, more homely.
It was still modern, but Peter had added in a few things of his own. The first, which you couldn’t see from the outside, was that the residential building was hollowed out on the inside. Glass cascaded down the inside walls, surrounding a large square at the centre of the building that the kitchen and living space had opened up to. Amongst all the technology and modernity of it all, Peter had decided a garden might be a nice touch. Pepper had loved the idea and had taken control of the project, doing a wonderful job of selecting trees and shrubbery and creating a small stream which ran the span of the courtyard. It seemed she had taken to gardening during the five years after the Decimation.
Peter had asked that they include as much glass (reinforced and bullet proof) as possible so that the compound could take advantage of the sun, given they were already going to be using so much energy to power it. Despite that, Peter was glad to say that the compound was 100% renewable, running on the green energy of the arc reactors in the basement.
And finally, there were the little touches that Peter had decided upon himself. There was symbolism throughout the compound, windows in the shapes of triangles, a roof top patio shaped as an arc reactor. Constant reminders of what it had cost to get them here.
The most prominent of which sat in the centre of the compound, a series of very rare, alien trees. One for Tony, one for Natasha, and the final one for Loki and every other person who had given their life to try and stop Thanos.
Happy pulled into the private car port and switched the car off, breathing a sigh of relief.
“Thanks honey.” May said leaning over and pecking him on the cheek. Peter pretended to crinkle his nose in disgust, but May just smiled at him, which made Peter smile. He was so glad she was happy… even if, oddly enough, it was with Happy of all people.
“Thanks, Hap.” Peter said getting out of the car and slinging his duffle bag over his shoulder, it clinked insistently which reminded Peter of all the work that he still had to do.
As though reading his thoughts May pointed a stern finger at him, “You are not going to get straight to work, you are going to come and talk with everyone first ok? I’m sure they all want to hear about how university is going.”
“I know…” Peter grumbled as they followed Happy to the glass doors which opened to let them in.
May had linked an arm with Happy and was whispering to him about something or other, Peter chose not to listen in – he could never be sure if it was something he actually wanted to hear… but it seemed like she was just as awestruck as Peter had been the first time he had come to the Avengers compound.
In the years since Tony had offered to induct Peter into the Avengers, he had only visited the compound a few times. Despite dedicating most of his Avengers time to Stark Industries before the Snap, Peter’s visits here had always been wonderful and, in some ways, felt like a dream from a very, very long time ago. Sometimes Peter wasn’t quite sure whether it was all real… if any of it had actually happened. Peter could feel his mind floating away and so he glanced around the room, grasping at anything that would ground him to the present and prevent the spiral he could feel himself being drawn into.
Peter could hear chattering from upstairs and so he pulled ahead of May and Happy, who were still whispering to each other, and took the stairs two at a time. Though he didn’t really need it, he grasped the silver railing with one hand and let the cold metal bring him back down to earth a little more.
As he had in the two times he’d been to the completed compound, Peter admired the interior design. It was simple and minimalistic but wasn’t without a few homely touches here and there. Large vintage prints of Steve Rogers from before he went into the ice adorned the walls leading up the staircase, inter woven with smaller frames which held newspaper clippings from the Avengers first mission together in New York. There were photos of the team together smiling, one of them all (besides Peter) in the living room of the first compound looking battered and bruised but still happy. Most of the photos had been taken before everything fell apart after the Sokovia accords and the fight in Germany. There were a few new editions Peter noted, a couple of ones of Tony but Peter let his eyes glaze as he passed them, refusing to look.
As Peter rounded the corner and reached the top of the stairs, he heard the voices becoming clearer and grinned when he heard the high pitch of Morgan’s chattering.
Peter dropped his bag against the wall at the front of the room and walked into the wide-open kitchen/living space. Of all the spaces, this one had stayed most like it’s original. All the permanent residents had agreed that this was the most important room in the house.
“Ayyy there he is.” Sam Wilson said jumping up from the couch and striding over to Peter to give him a hug.
Peter grinned and clapped Sam on the back in return. “Hey, how you going?”
“Good, good.” Sam said keeping a hand on Peter’s shoulder and guiding him into the kitchen, “very glad that we have a permanent base now, you’ve done a pretty great job.” Peter grinned, the two had definitely had a rocky start in Germany, but Sam had always been easy to talk to and get along with. Even if he did tease Peter incessantly, he never treated him like a child.
“Ah nah it wasn’t just me.” Peter said bashfully but smiling anyway. He turned to the rest of the room and as usual, the scope of heroes felt a bit like a kick to the stomach. Honestly, how long was it going to take him to get used to seeing them all here? His teammates… the word seemed strange to describe the odd collection of people before him.
“Peter!” Morgan cried, launching herself from the couch where she had been sat beside Pepper and running up the steps to throw herself into his arms.
Peter smiled and hugged her, letting her take his hand and lead him down to the living area where she began to show Peter a small robotic dog which barked and moved its little legs. As all young children usually do, Morgan had latched onto the idea of getting a dog and it seemed that Pepper had placated her demands with a robot for the time being. Peter wondered how long that would last. Pepper seemed to give him a knowing smile and a slight eye roll as Morgan doted on the robot.
As Morgan played with her toy Peter grinned at Wanda and Vision who were tucked up on the couch, he was glad to see that they were well. Even seeing them was, well, a miracle. From what Peter had heard from Bruce, who was currently busy in the kitchen with Rhodey, Vision had only been fully restored two weeks earlier. Peter couldn’t quite comprehend how they had done it and felt it a bit intrusive to ask. He was pretty sure that Wanda could feel the curiosity emanating from him, at least that’s what her wry smile seemed to tell him.
May and Happy finally reached the top of the stairs and Peter jumped up to go to his aunt’s rescue as the rest of the team emerged from different wings of the house, coalescing into the living room.
Rhodey emerged from the kitchen, removing oven gloves as he did and strode over to Peter to see him.
“Everything good?” Rhodey asked, his tone so serious that it made Peter’s brain scramble as he wondered whether something really was wrong.
“Yes.” Peter said smiling and clasping Jim Rhodes hand in return as the Colonel smiled and clapped Peter on the back.
Carol, Nick and a dark, long haired woman that Peter didn’t recognise had come from one of the other rooms in the house and were deep in discussion. They trailed off as they reached the rest of the group after getting a stern look from Rhodey who seemed to be taking this Thanksgiving business very seriously.
“No work talk in the kitchen, we’re on holiday today.” He said jabbing a wooden spoon at them.
“Peter, it’s good to see you again.” Carol said warmly, smiling at Peter who grinned in return.
“You’re still in one piece? College must be going easy on you…” Nick Fury said sizing Peter up, “we’ve got a lot to talk about.”
“Fury, seriously, Rhodey is right. It’s thanksgiving, can we please give the kid a break?” Carol said, frowning at him.
Peter had never really seen someone talk back to Fury like Carol did, but every time she did it reminded him of the insane power of the tesseract, aka the Space Stone, which coursed through her veins.
“We’ll be talking later.” Fury said glancing sideways at Carol in a way that made Peter’s stomach fill with lead. Already this visit was taking a not so great turn.
“By the way, this is Monica Rambeau.” Carol said indicating the woman standing next to her. “An old friend… more like family I suppose.”
“Spider-Man I assume.” Monica said extending her hand which Peter shook. She had a firm grip and if Peter had to guess he would say she had some form of military training based on the black trousers, combat boots and button-down ensemble she was wearing.
“Yep.” Peter said trying to smile but being called Spider-Man threw him off a little bit. Even though everyone in the room knew his true identity it was still strange to be so out in the open about it. If he was being honest it made him want to suit up immediately, even if just to hide behind his mask. Instead, he retreated a little to stand closer to his aunt who was just looking around the room with raised eyebrows.
She had met most of the Avengers before, whether it was through Pepper, Stark Industries or at Peter’s graduation (long story short, some of his teammates had crashed the ceremony which had significantly distracted the audience from the main event, while giving Peter a last minute popularity boost he hadn’t asked for – but he was nevertheless grateful they had deigned to show up at all). Peter had no doubt that seeing everyone in the same room, the energy of so much raw power, would be overwhelming. Heck, if Peter was overwhelmed then surely May would be too, right?
Instead, she looked extraordinarily relaxed. May’s eyes had followed him throughout his various interactions so far and something between sadness and pride could be seen in them. Peter frowned and decided not to comment on it. Peter edged a little closer to her though as he prepared for the next round of introductions and catching up.
May seemed to have other ideas as, having spotted Pepper and Morgan on the couch, left Happy to explore the kitchen and Peter to fend for himself.
“Parker,” Bucky called from where he was sat at one of the stools by the kitchen island, raised a hand in greeting.
“Hi Mr Bucky, sir.” Peter said waving back with a smile.
“Mr Bucky!” Sam said breaking into cackling laughter and hitting James Barnes roughly on the back which made Bucky shove Sam in defiance. If Sam hadn’t seen the shove coming, he probably would have been thrown onto the couch, but managed to duck it at the last second as he continued to laugh.
“I seriously hope that everyone is hungry, because we have a lotof food.” Rhodey said from the kitchen.
“Wait you made the food?” Peter said in slight disbelief.
“Oh, do you not think I can cook?” Rhodey said indignantly, a wooden spoon in his hand.
“No, no that’s not what I meant.” Peter said throwing his hands up in defence but smiling mischievously, nonetheless.
“That’s totally what he meant.” Bruce said from the other side of the kitchen where had just pulled two enormous turkeys from the oven.
“Hey!” Peter said as Bruce spared no sympathy in throwing him under the bus.
“Oh, he does it all the time, you should have heard the way he was badmouthing my lasagne.” Happy said, pulling said lasagne out of his freezer bag to heat up.
“I was not!” Peter said indignantly, thinking back to their conversation on his eating habits yesterday.
“Ok so Peter is getting none of the lamb.” Rhodey said as he gestured for Sam to start taking plates to the table.
“There’s no winning with you guys.” Peter said throwing his hands up in mock frustration but proceeding to help set the table anyway.
Peter’s leg was bouncing restlessly underneath the table as the dessert was being served. He wasn’t sure why he was so antsy and nervous, perhaps it was the fact that the only other times he had seen the whole team together like this was usually when they were about to die, save a few special occasions like birthdays. May knocked her knee against his and Peter stopped immediately. Perhaps it was because he was expecting someone to blow up at the table.
Sure, they were a team, but everyone had their own personalities and being on the battlefield was very different to sitting down at a lunch as though they were what… a group of friends, a family?
Perhaps it was how empty the table felt without Tony and Natasha. They both had such big personalities that it was almost quiet without them around. It was as though the conversation tried to compensate for the humour that was usually there, that would have been there.
If they were still alive.
Peter swallowed the bitter thought and took a spoonful of strawberries from a dish that was being passed around as Bruce made a terrible pun. Some people laughed but more than not, everyone was engaged in their own conversations. Stephen Strange was deep in discussion with Wanda and the newly resurrected Vision. Carol was in heated debate with Fury and Rhodey while Monica and Bruce appeared to be chatting casually at the other end of the table. Happy and May were talking with Pepper as she struggled to encourage Morgan to eat the food before her.
“Vis and I are going on holiday at the beginning of next month.” Wanda said causing the conversation to die immediately.
“What?” Carol said in surprise, looking as though she couldn’t be sure if she had indeed heard correctly.
“Well…” Wanda began looking to Vision beside her and he smiled a tight-lipped smile back, “things have been a little bit crazy these last few months—”
“Things have been a little bit crazy for everyone.” Monica Rambeau muttered, loudly enough for the whole table to hear and Carol shot her a look that told her to keep her mouth shut. Peter leant back in his chair trying to stay as far out of this conversation as possible.
“We just want some time for ourselves.” Wanda said ignoring Monica’s comment, desperation lacing her voice enough that Peter wondered if there was more to it than she was letting on.
“I didn’t realise the Avengers could take leave whenever they wanted.” Pepper quipped, her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to encourage a stubborn Morgan to take a bite of her lamb and peas.
“That’s why I’m asking now.” Wanda said smiling somewhat painfully. It seemed this wasn’t the reaction she had hoped for.
“We won’t be gone long, 10 days at most.” Vision said, one of the first things that Peter had heard him say so far. Something about him seemed… different. Like he wasn’t quite all there. No one, it seemed, was eager to explain how he was there.
“You can’t just leave; we have things that need to be done here.” Carol said from the other end of the table.
“We really need to. This year… it’s been difficult and we… we need some time for ourselves.” Wanda replied firmly, looking at Vision for help but he was looking down at the plate before him.
“It’s been difficult on everyone.” Bruce said, setting his fork down and looking at Wanda with something like disappointment in his eyes.
“It’s just…” She looked at Vision who gave the slightest shake of his head and she trailed off.
“We’ll cover for you while you’re gone but you need to be back within the 10 days, and next time just ask with a little more time, so we know what’s happening. Both your skills are very much valued here, and we don’t want to be short-handed.” Carol explained, her gaze darting around the table as she spoke as though trying to anticipate if anyone would go against what she had said. It seemed no one was keen to challenge her word.
Sam was scowling but said nothing as he speared a strawberry and put it in his mouth. Wanda looked at him before lowering her gaze to her plate.
It seemed that the mood had turned sour as everyone tried to return to their previous conversations.
“Peter, I hear that you’re getting a new AI for the compound in today?” Carol changed the topic and Peter nodded eagerly.
“Yeah, I mean it’s something Mr Stark developed but I finished the programme and I’ll install her today and maybe do a test run to see how things go.” Peter explained. “She should be able to take care of everything here which leaves Friday to manage Stark Industries.”
“Great,” Carol said before continuing, “if you have the chance could you also check out some of the circuits in the upstairs rooms, the doors have been locking people out even when the house isn’t locked.”
“Yeah I can.” Peter said smiling and taking a bite of a strawberry.
“Not to add to the list, but I’ve been having a few issues with the new suit, I don’t suppose you could tweak a few things, could you?” Sam asked sheepishly and Peter dreaded to think what he meant by ‘issues’.
It was already almost three o’clock said Peter’s watch, but he nodded anyway, he’d make time for it and still be back in New York to go to SI and get some things done. He tried not to think about College. “Yeah I can sort that out too.”
“Any big plans that you’re working on at the moment Peter?” Bruce asked curiously.
“u-uhm…” Peter stuttered, faltering as he thought about Project Chronos. Not quite Thanksgiving lunch material he decided, and he definitely should not mention it to Bruce. “Sort of, just some basic things for Stark Industries and a few things I’m working on for the team.”
“Cool,” Bruce said nodding through a mouthful of food, “and what about the Expo next month, are you presenting anything?”
“The expo?” Peter said swallowing another strawberry quickly, which strained painfully down his throat.
“The Stark Expo…” Bruce said looking between Peter and Pepper.
“The Stark Expo is at the end of December, Peter.” Pepper said, putting down Morgan’s fork.
“Oh right.” Peter said feeling as though his heart had actually stopped for a moment.
Crap… crap, crap, crap. It was fine right? He still had a whole month.
“Did you forget?” Pepper asked concerned.
“No… no of course not.” Peter lied.
“I asked you to present something on the night.” Pepper said sighing tiredly, and Peter tried not to squirm in his seat. How had he forgotten about the Stark Expo?
It was the first time the Expo would have been held in five years, considering the last time they’d had one had been before the Snap. Pepper had approached him a month ago asking if Peter might be up to showing some of the technology he had been developing and he’d been over the moon with excitement. Somewhere along the way though, it had fallen into the backseat of his mind as he was consumed by College, work for the Compound and the Avengers, and Project Chronos.
“I’ll have something ready.”
“So, you’ll be able to send me a brief then? Everything needs to be cleared by the event organisers by Wednesday.” Pepper prompted.
“Yes.” Peter choked out as he ate another strawberry, a million thoughts coursing through his head. He had no brief prepared and hadn’t even thought about what he might present – or the fact that he was going to have to present, in front of a big crowd, at the biggest Stark event of the year. Wednesday was soon, and he had an assignment due next week, plus studying for finals… he would have to find some time to fit it in elsewhere.
“Surely you’ll do something with the new suit tech you developed for me?” Sam asked Peter from where he was sitting by Carol.
“Yeah maybe…” Peter said casting a forlorn look to the table and fidgeting with his fork He couldn’t bear the thought that he had disappointed Pepper after she had put her trust in him. May put a hand over his and squeezed it.
“That was crazy tech, looked like something straight outta’ Tony’s mind.” Sam said his voice tinged with admiration, but the comment was like a shard of glass to Peter’s heart. His breath hitched and he fought to swallow, fist closing on the handle of his utensil.
“I have no doubt that Mr Stark Junior will be able to think something up, Tony was always good at doing things at the last second.” Nick Fury said nonchalantly, throwing the comment out where it landed like a final, thudding blow to Peter’s chest.
Peter dropped his fork, trying not to let it clatter on the table and stood up. His chair screeched back, and Peter kept his eyes trained on the marble floor and the black lines that webbed across it.
“Honey?” May said grabbing the sleeve of his navy sweater as he turned from the table.
“Just getting some air, I’ll be back in a second.” Peter managed to get out, casting his aunt a smile so that she wouldn’t feel the need to follow him.
Every instinct was telling Peter to run from the room as everyone remained quiet and he felt the gazes of their eyes trained on his retreating form. Peter ducked around the corner and followed the first-floor corridor, running a hand over the glass to try and ground himself. He knew the hallways were designed to be this open and he’d purposefully asked for all the glass to let the light in, but somehow it all still managed to feel cramped.
Finally, Peter reached the door to the outside courtyard and Pepper’s meticulously curated garden. As soon as he was out the door, he breathed a deep sigh of relief, his breath shuddering as he did. Walking slowly, Peter made his way over to a bench that was in the middle of the garden. He knew that from here everyone in the kitchen wouldn’t be able to see him and that he could get a little bit of peace out amongst the flowers and the trees.
It was the first time that Peter had gotten to actually enjoy the beauty of the small garden and he marvelled at the calming atmosphere as he felt the tension slowly begin to leach out of him. Peter followed the mossy stone path to a little clearing with a rickety bench that was perched on a path of grass before the little stream that gurgled along happily. He sat and tilted his head back against the sunlight peering down through the compound, a welcome warmth to combat the November chill.
This wasn’t supposed to be happening anymore. He was supposed to be well, to be fixed. He hadn’t had a panic attack in months and yet here he was, the mere mention of Tony setting him off. He figured the rest of the team would be a littlemore considerate, especially considering Morgan and Pepper were there. Peter had half expected someone to make a speech at the beginning of lunch but instead there had just been awkward silence once they had all sat down, no one ready to make the first move or willing, it seemed, to discuss what they were reallythankful for this holiday. It was quiet until Carol had started cutting up one of the turkeys, using her powers to make the skin a little crispier, much to Rhodey’s outrage. Perhaps they had all moved on and Peter was the only one left in the past.
Peter had only just managed to stave the panic off as he sat there, focusing on the sharp jut of the wooden bench in the back of his knees and the way the sun felt against his head and the sound of the bubbling stream, which still managed to flow so eagerly despite it only running the length of the small garden.
How on earth had he forgotten the Stark Expo? The thought was eating relentlessly at his mind and he tried not to freak out. It had been in his calendar for weeks, weeks he should have spent preparing. The Stark Expo wasn’t just a showcase of all the new projects that Stark Industries had coming out in the new year, it was the celebration of technology and ingenuity of the employees – and more importantly, this year it would be a sign of hope for the coming year, a new leaf. The fact that Peter had even been invited to present something was incredible and he was determined not to let Pepper down.
But somehow, he couldn’t help feeling like he already had.
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Virginia’s German air raid QB can help legitimize the foreign game
He’s thought to be the first international recruit to sign with a Power 5 school as a QB.
Some signees will announce on ESPN in front of thousands of eyeballs. Others will commit in packed high school gyms in front of their peers. But Luke Wentz planned to be 4,000 miles away from his college, at the home of a future teammate as he made history around a low-key gathering of family and friends.
On Signing Day eve, he was calm, speaking in his second language.
“It always a dream of mine,” Wentz said in an interview with SB Nation. “Right now, I don’t feel any pressure. I’m just excited. I’m happy. I don’t feel that much pressure or that it’s that big a thing for me. It just happened, and tomorrow’s just another day.”
But when considering how Wentz got to where he is, the possibility of him starting for the Cavs behind center is a big deal.
Peter Daletzki only had to see him throw three or four times.
In 2015, Daletzki was running a tryout in Germany. As an offensive coordinator, he naturally was looking for a quarterback. It didn’t take long.
“I turned around, looked at the head coach, and said ‘ok that’s my quarterback,’” Daletzki, of the German Football Academy, said. “It was like, sometimes you kinda have this feeling when you see a person and it’s like the first impression, and it kinda blows your mind on how that person already throws the ball and how he launches the ball over top. It all looks like it’s out of the book.
“I was like ok, we can take this really far.”
The Daletzki connection explains why Wentz fits UVa.
Daletzki learned the game as a teenage foreign exchange student in Michigan. When he returned to Germany, he played, then decided he’d be better as a coach. His influence came from a retired high school coach who taught him Tony Franklin/Mike Leach air raid staples.
No-huddle, signals, wristbands, and tempo — Wentz was weaned on air raid principles.
When Bronco Mendenhall took over Virginia, he brought Robert Anae as offensive coordinator from BYU and installed the air raid. Anae was Leach’s offensive line coach for four years at Texas Tech. He also played at BYU, where Lavell Edwards laid the foundation for what Leach & Co. built on.
Virginia has rolled some of that scheme back and built a different style around Bryce Perkins, but it is easy to see how the Cavs could value an air raid student like Wentz.
Virginia offered Wentz as a QB/ATH, but made it clear they were serious about trying him at quarterback.
“Many coaches came to me and said, did you play receiver or any other position?” Wentz said. “Then [Virginia] just saw me as a quarterback. They saw my talent as a quarterback and they said, well you’re an athletic guy, maybe we can use you in other ways. But [Virginia said] we want you as a quarterback, and that’s why I decided to go there.”
Thank you @UVAFootball for the great official visit this weekend! What a treat! Had an amazing time and felt instantly welcomed to the UVA family! Can’t wait to get back on grounds! Go Hoos ⚔️ @UVACoachBronco @Coach_Beck7 @Coach_JJAnders @Blaire99 pic.twitter.com/uxZLOAEmpp
— Luke Wentz (@LukeWentz03) January 21, 2019
On his official visit in January, Wentz watched film with QB coach Jason Beck. They reviewed the Cavs’ bowl game and talked about what the QB would do in game situations.
Wentz bucked a trend by growing up to play our football instead of soccer.
Humiliating performances by Germany in the UEFA European championships kicked off a revitalization of the youth soccer system in the early 2000s. Money pumped in, and a decade later, Germany was back on top, fueled by a youth movement with stunning levels of participation.
But Wentz grew up as the son of a baseball-playing dad and a softball-playing mom.
“I never was that interested in soccer as most Germans,” Wentz said. “I don’t know. I tried out football and I loved it from Day 1. I never wanted to play soccer, so it was never an option.”
He picked football up in 2011, starting as a wide receiver. After three years, he switched to quarterback because his team didn’t have one. Eventually, Wentz moved to a boarding school so he could train six times or more per week year-round. There, he quarterbacked the Paderborn Dolphins U19 team to back-to-back Junior Bowl championships under Daletzki.
Wentz is raw, but the physical talent is there.
He was clocked at a camp with a 4.6-second 40-yard dash and a 10’6 broad jump. If he was older, those numbers would impress at the NFL Combine. His 6’3, 205-pound frame can use some more weight on it, and he’ll likely get it in a Power 5 strength program.
His tape shows a compact release and good footwork. He likes throwing post routes, and he’s got a big arm.
But there is way more to quarterbacking than just physical tools. The game will speed up considerably.
When asked to self-scout, he admits mixed coverages (where one side of the secondary plays zone and the other plays man) give him trouble. He told a German publication he thinks he can play when he gets here, but he’ll likely benefit heavily from a redshirt year.
“He has seen stuff like robber coverages. He’s seen cover 4, cover 0, cover 1, 2, 3,” Daletzki said. “He’s seen basically it all. It’s not like they only play man coverage all the time [in Germany]. We had defenses that would rush every guy in the box towards him. We had defenses that would play the craziest mixtures of coverages. Basically what we have tried to do was come up with every answer to what they show us.”
When asked to describe his style, he names Deshaun Watson — a quarterback who can move and likes to do so on designed runs, more than freelanced scrambling.
If he ends up being Mendenhall’s diamond in the rough, his impact will be felt in countries beyond even the two Wentz will call home.
Since 2017, former UMass defensive lineman Brandon Collier has been traveling Europe, trying to connect recruits with American colleges. He runs a scouting service in an emerging industry called PPI Recruits.
He deals with 100 players spanning three classes in as many as 12 countries. Over the summer, Collier led an American tour for 20 European players. On this trip, after a drive from Florida to Virginia, Wentz performed for Virginia coaches and got his offer.
Wentz isn’t Collier’s only major talent. He’s got a 2020 prospect committed to Notre Dame. Michigan signed one of his players last year. Temple’s offered his players. So have Penn State and Florida. Wentz isn’t even the only player PPI is sending to Virginia in this class.
But Wentz is different, frankly, because he’s a quarterback.
“I think that’s a culture changer. That’s something that they always said — you can get the linemen, but no skill players, especially quarterback, can go Power 5,” Collier said. “For PPI, it’s the biggest — I don’t think maybe we’ll ever trump this story. It’s monumental, and I’m proud to say that I and we helped to deliver this.
“It wasn’t easy. It took a lot of trust and work. If you knew what it took to get to Virginia the next day — we drove 12 hours through the night for him to get that workout.”
American football isn’t new in Germany. They’ve been playing in organized pro leagues since the 1970s, before even NFL Europe showed up. German leagues are thought to be the best in Europe from an athletic and schematic perspective.
But just like soccer long fought for legitimacy over here, American football does in Europe.
“Brandon is fighting the coaches in the states to understand what football in Germany and Europe is about,” Daletzki said. “And we are also having a battle against the media here to really see that it’s not only soccer any more in Germany.”
Whether Wentz pans out or not, he’s opened the door with only a signature. Now the real work begins.
“Right now, especially for me, it’s a point in history,” Daletzki said. “If this thing even gets bigger — the whole European/USA connection — people are gonna remember this day.”
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