#where peter parker is a fucking genius and it shows

[feelingsareforweak]

I have seen a lot of Irondad and spider son aus which are great cures my depression, reduces my acne all that jazz but listen,

Peter parker! Tony stark science clone, like maybe somebody (cough sheldra/ oscorp cough) gets wind of Howard stark having a special place to store his brand new super soldier serum ("you will always be my greatest creation tony") and like somehow they like get tony's blood/semen to make a perfect soldier, test tube babies made and experimented on (bonus if results in horrifying diseases, body defects, cross animal genes showing up etc etc) and then a stark dna is brought and baby is made and it kind of results in okay baby? Like a human looking baby, no genetic deforms or serious genetic defects AND has a very active brain activity for something not even 6 months old but u know the baby is kind of weak and under weight and has tons of allergies maybe diagnosed with long term asthma and other normal defects found in normal babies but not in the experimenter so scientists are getting so excited that they are so close to getting perfection that next one is on but somehow they get bursted? Idk what happens but in the end two of the main scientists end up with that baby who like in the end up decide to raise the baby to see what may actually happen to this baby and also like to kind of avoid suspensions so two birds in one stone or more like two problems in one baby raising

The baby is named Surprise Surprise you got it right Peter and to avoid suspensions Mary marries Richard and like move in near his brothers house where they often take peter to baby sit along with his wife may cuz they are often busy with work and all that jazz so peter never really knows his parents or his condition at all

In the end after their death all he knows they were never there for him and ben and may were always his parents anyway

Fast forward to peter getting a spider bite and ben dying and becoming spiderman but tragedy tragedy may dying within a few months so during cps evaluation he finds tones of file about himself and getting an identity crisis cus he is a genetically modified a goddamn tony stark clone who going by the files should not be in any way alive but he is. Peter is both horrified fascinated and disgusted with himself and having a quater-life crises at this and kind of like spirals?

(I mean not really but mild horrified fascination that he is a clone!! of Tony Fucking Stark!!!! And he has genetic mutations!!! Enhanced abilities!!! Cuz ill be real if he is a bit on the animal side he may not really get human morals and shit, I want him a bit more on animal side here like he is sunshine daisies but not really understanding of concept of human moral compass cuz his brain was experimented on early and his iq is size of fucking mount everest and he is bored in high school)

Fast forward six months of foster care with ned and post civil war era where Tony doesn't recruit him cuz spiderman started late and is not really on his radar where SI is giving out free scholarships partnering with MIT, Harvard and other big college names that i have not researched enough to name rn and peter applying to it.

Cue ppl being horrified of this pint sized kid blowing all the tests and exams out of the wind and being like this is so freaking easy wtf is this what college teaches nowadays I don't even want to go to college if this is what it is. Scientists are screaming, professors are crying And some of the ug students are throwing up cuz like that was one of the toughest tests I have ever studied for and written in but this chilli sized horrible puns shirt kid comes and does this what even is his life now!???

Now this small packet is blowing college courses like one blows the wind and obviously this gets Tony's attention and somehow he gets roped in mentoring this kid but he is fucking hot mess who has 101 health problems and don't even ask bout his mental or emotional health okay but somehow he agrees okay

Now Peter is in foster care and doesn't want ppl to know he is spiderman (here spiderman is kind of criminal, he steals, he threatens and blackmails ppl but he also saves ppl in broad daylight, helps tourists find directions, helps grandmas cross rides, climbs trees just to save kittens stuck up there like a weird mix of vigilant, assassin and hero who is never known to kill but always subdues cuz he learned that human lives are precious that needs to be preserved after taking away his only source of maral compass and care and love after discovering his science experiment of existence ) so he graduates high school at 14 and gets bachlers from MIT, Harvard, Cambridge in STEM subjects with the young minds programme at the age the age of 15 and is on fast track of getting atleast 5 phDs by the time is of age to vote.

Tony is fascinated and worried for this kid who has managed to become his personal intern but his heart melts everytime he sees hero-worship in the kid's eyes for him, The hot mess™ Tony goddam Stark cuz it doesn't matter if he is a Tony Stark clone, he has always looked up to him from the time he remembers and Iron Man had saved him in Stark Expo okay don't judge him he is still 79.45% human and technically Tony Steak shout be his father anyway

Somewhere along bi weekly lab days and constant checking on this kid who is a star wars fanatic, makes absurd snack monstrosity to eat, is a total lego nerd and being a weird teenage mess this orphan of a kid makes his way along his non existent heart and discovers his genius of an intern is a stupid teenage dressed in onsie that fights crime on daily basis while making bad jokes and help everyday ppl but spiderman maybe loved by Queens but spiderman is kind of criminal so Ironman publically takes Spiderman under his wing.

After all this shit imagine Tony discovering his wayward son's origin story and imagine Tony being emotional mess but Peter is like its okay I'm alive I'm fine but tony is like no its not. It's a rollercoaster mess of emotions, discovering what it means to be a human, forming relationships, real life communication and identity crisis where in the end its kind of ambitious with morgan being born and all that Irondad and Spiderman fluff and jazz

[erinwantstowrite]

hi!! first off i just want to say i love LOF and i think it really stands out in this niche genre of “spiderman in gotham”, its my absolute favourite fic rn and im loving the long chapters and dynamics between characters :)

for my question, i wanted to know if you ever considered writing any portions of peters past. specifically when he was “Parker”, an informant for the avengers. it sounds like a really interesting story and i’d love to know more about it, no pressure tho ^^

thank you so much!! I do plan on writing more about it. I honestly want to do a prequel,,,

I have some of it written actually. It was called It's called "Technically Not a Lie (Just Omitting Information)" and what is hilarious about that is it's only 27,000 words right now. I haven't touched that fic in forever because I just... had all of the information written down and the planning, and I got into Batfam and was like "Let's just write a little about this" and we can all blame @alighterwood for where we are now LMFAOOO

Thing is, I never expected LoF to get so popular, which is why it was posted first. I was like "I'll just make sure as much as I can that LoF is clear about his past so anyone who isn't me can read it and be fine." And now that we're here, I'm like "...that might be important."

I think it would be fun to have a prequel so more people can see the dynamics of Peter's world from before LoF in a much clearer light.

I kind of wanna shed a little light on how this prequel would go:

He ran from his last foster house at 12 years old, and he's year years old in this fic. In that time, he has been determined to make a life for himself all on his own, as well as help people as Spider-Man. He has no idea that his personality made people trust him so much. He's only on the street for about a year by the time the story starts, but "Parker" is very much intertwined with people. People just know him, he's the kid that the other kids go to for help. Even without Spider-Man (who, at this point, has only just gotten a proper suit and people actually realize he's not a cryptid), Parker manages to help people.

That's why the Avengers end up talking to him. Kids are going missing in Queens and show up dead- but most of them are the homeless population. They think it has something to do with people trying to make a knock-off super solider serum, and during their investigation, everything comes back to "That Parker Guy." Not in a bad way- everything has nice things to say. One kid even says they'll only talk to them if Parker vouches for them.

Turns out, Parker is a 13 year old and a fucking genius. I mentioned in LoF chapter 1 about it a little bit, and here and there it was mentioned. Peter gives the Avengers a real run for their money the way he does for the Batfam. Except it's ten times worse because he hasn't gone to therapy and is on his own, yknow?

So Bucky and Steve run across Peter (who is doing his own investigation into the missing kids as both Parker and Spider-Man) and that conversation ends with Peter going "Look behind you!" and sprinting in the opposite direction.

Sam and Banner are the ones that really track Parker down and have the first contact with him, and from there, he becomes their informant. Of course, he's also lying to their faces. Swears that he has a mother waiting for him and that he's just really good friends with these people. And people have lied several times to their faces for Peter, going with the lie, which muddies the waters about what is and isn't the truth.

From there, the rest is history. Tony thought he was just viewing Peter like he was a puzzle to figure out, and is truly shaken to his core when he realizes how much he cares about the little shit. When Peter gets kidnapped by the people making the knock off serum, they go looking for him. And Peter ends up having a home :)

[minimarvelh]

It was Friday, so that meant only one thing: movie night!

They set up on the Avengers floor, Nat brought everyone popcorn while Clint and Sam fought for a spot in the middle. (like always)

Peter didn't care about the spot , he was going to lie down where Tony sat with his head on his lap as the man will gently stroke his hair. It was their routine and he fucking LOVE it.

Tony always chose a place in the corner - he didn't care if someone was looking at them, but he wanted some privacy, cherishing their moments of affection and didn't have desire to share them, especially not in front of everyone in the room. Was he jealous? He didn’t know but hey, everyone is a bit jealous and has attachment issues, right?

After a few minutes, they finally settled down and their show choice was unsurprisingly Doctor Who.(thanks to Gen Z teen Peter Parker, who is always looking edits on TikTok and sending them to Tony, who is considering his preferences)

While Clint and Nat were discussing something about the movie's collusions, Bruce and Tony were cogently discussing the reality of magical things in the show.

Peter really fought for his life and tried not to fall asleep, feeling that it was quite a strenuous task for his body. He was really tired after his last patrol(three robberies in row I’m sorry???), and besides, it was a Friday night. He really relish this night with the Avengers, but the school managed to get on his nerves in the last 5 days. And Tony's methodical, quiet voice lulled him, forcing to close his eyes.

Peter sighed heavily fighting the sleep Cupid when he felt the ringing vibration of his phone in his left pants pocket. Today, Ned has a family evening, vague remembered Peter, and he wholeheartedly promised his friend to be his life support and be online in case of some emergency. Unfortunately, Ned's parents divorced and the boy was naturally very anxious, so it was very hard for Ned to process all of that. Especially when his parents were fighting, which happened quite very often, especially when they were in the same room. Peter had seen it before and didn't want to see it again, sympathizing with a friend who goes through it more often than he should.

Peter very reluctantly took out his phone, squinting at the harsh light of the screen. On the screen of their chat with Ned, a bright link to the browser was highlighted. He cocked an eyebrow skeptically, for some unknown reason tapping on a link that should never have opened in his browser because it looked too suspicious and maybe it has viruses. But remembering that Ned was a fucking computer genius and wouldn't give his phone viruses…hopefully, maybe thing that Peter did or rather didn’t do, to speak exactly 3 days ago forgotting about their lego evening, was not left behind for Ned and he decided to take revenge with viruses)

"What are your chances of being Tony Stark's son?"

He snorted, immediately covering his mouth, from such a stupidly worded question. Like, the chance of anyone becoming Tony Stark's son is about 0.00001%. Genius loves and protects his personal space too much and even if we assume that one day he will have a kid (because in Peter's not modest opinion, Tony would be a great father), it will be his biological child, not an adopted one. That is, everyone's chances are approximately one to infinity. (although Peter always knew physics poorly and was more into chemistry, so an error in calculations is possible)

It was just an online fan quiz for probably those other geeks and fan nerds who were willing to kiss the ground Tony Stark walks on. (aka Peter)

But the site surprisingly showed interesting statistics with an insane number of views and if they were not just bots, it was really impressive. 101,678 people passed the quiz. Peter was ready to whistle if he was not afraid to get the unnecessary at this situation attention from the Avengers. He weighed all his options, cautiously peeking out from under the phone to see if any of the Avengers were paying attention to him. The observations were comforting: everyone was staring at the screen of TV with strong interest.

Peter just became curious: how well he really fits the role of Tony Stark's son, according to the creators of the test.

In fact, to be really honest, this question had a really long time make Peter worried: from the very moment he began to notice that his relationship with Tony was growing from blind adoration of an idol to adoration of him as a person, as his mentor, as one of the closest people in his life.

Ned knew this, saw Peter's distress and tried to reassure his friend, promising and even swearing to him with all his Lego sets that Tony also saw Peter as his son.

"Lol, he works with you until night doing stupid projects for our school, goes to parent-teacher conferences and builds Legos on the weekends, do you really think he treats every intern or avenger like that?"

"Maybe he just likes building Lego sets" Peter asks uncertainly, wringing his hands in alarmingly energetic way.

"Okay You didn’t give me another choice…I'll have to hack F.R.I.D.A.Y to find footage of Tony building Legos with Steve or Wanda.But I can tell you even without hacking: there won't be any. And I wonder why…"

Thinking about his actions for another second, Peter presses "start".

1. Imagine that you had the opportunity to choose your evening activity (who formulates the question like that?) What would you do with Tony Stark?

Peter noticed how Tony tightened his grip on his hair as if trying to pull him as close to him as possible. Probably something disturbing happened in the series, but he had a more serious question to think about.

Surprising himself, he took this question very earnest, mentally asking himself: "What could we do in the evening with Mr. Stark". There are a lot of answers: from a marathon of Scooby-Do to a hide and seek with dum-e.(don’t judge them, dum-e really deserves to play games too)

Therefore, Peter decided to focus on the answer options presented in the quiz itself.(very awful decision, really)

a) jointly come up with innovations for Stark Industries

b) talk about science

c) order dinner from a restaurant and eat

d) cook dinner yourself and watch the series together

Of all this, Peter was leaned more on the answers b c and d, which they usually combined. Coming up with innovations for Stark Industries was usually done between other engineers and Stark, who then shared ideas with Peter. Because Peter was more into chemistry and biology than physics, he sometimes didn't understand the innermost technologies and found it difficult to develop something genius between patrols and school. That's why Stark usually just brainstormed with Peter.

There was not one perfect answer, but remembering that in fact they always order food from restaurants... After thinking a little more, Peter tapped on this answer, feeling excitement mixed with anxiety.

And what if he does not fit the role of his son?

2. What present would you give Tony for his birthday?

• Phone • Suit • something for the house •

None of this was suitable answer at all: the only thing that came close was something for the house: the old man's penthouse used to be too dark, but now with the help of him and Pepper and the "something for the house" it was much more cozy, 10 blankets and 23 stuffed toys form Star Wars along with 13 vanilla candles obviously did the good job.

Phone..who came up with this test? Giving a phone to the number 1 phone manufacturer in the world?!? Tony has a billion suits. Peter personally preferred when Tony walked in his home clothes (he even a little bit hated suit- it was not the same hugs as in the hoodies - why can't we all go to the meetings or school in pajamas??)

Peter, remembering how Tony promised to buy him a Guinea pig for 4 months anniversary "returning in time after patrol" and wanted to choose some answer like pets but there was any so he stopped at "something for the house" because the question was “for Tony”.

3. "Would you try to pass this test if Tony were not a playboy genius but just an ordinary person?" Yes No

Peter honestly doesn't know…Of course Peter doesn't love Tony for his money, not at all…he loves him for the sense of safeness he constantly feels around him, for the hugs and long deep conversations, for the time they spend together and the warmth that Stark radiates.

He pressed "yes" without the slightest conscience.

The next 10 minutes were spent in serious concentration, pondering over the questions of this stupid test, which for some reason he took too important.

Confidently clicking "yes" on the last, 25th question, the screen crackled and gave him the answer.

"Thank you for passing our quiz, but unfortunately you would not be able to become Tony Stark’s son", Peter accidentally said this out loud in a very tragic voice without noticing it.

“You know you don't have to pass tests to be my son", the man’s serious voice made Peter almost shudder. God, did he really say that out loud? Please bury him somewhere for the rest of his life , he is not ready to face Nat, Cling, Steve and obviously Tony after a moment of shame.

A snoring was heard from the other end of the sofa, and turning his eyes to the direction of the snoring, Peter saw the sleeping Sam, Nat, Steve and…well, everyone. He couldn't even tell who snorted, they were cuddling in such tightness (but he'd bet on Clint) . Turning his eyes above, Tony looked at him warmly and at the same time seriously, wanting this kid to understand it.

"You know this kiddo? " Peter smiled happily, blushing a little.

"Yes, dad ."

[echoing-gravity]

MLB X MCU AU in which Marinette gets revealed as Multimouse to the entire world

Because Alya cant be trusted to be responsible with a camera.

Every-fucking-one knows now. hawkmoth. her PARENTS. Hell even TONY fucking STARK knows she was a hero.

and then her parents make/force her to take Style queens offer to intern in NYC, because, from their perspective she is not safe in paris. and like- the AVENGERS are in new york so surely it must be safe there. so they pack up and move their entire bakery business.

and she ends up going to midtown high-school, where not to her knowledge, fellow teenage superhero Peter parker aka "Your friendly neighborhood SPIDER-MAN" goes to school.

Cute adorable shipping commences.

peter is all like "omg another teenage super hero???!!! like me???? i thought i was the only one???? transferring to MY school?!!! SO COOL!!"

"marinette is super smart, marinette is pretty, she was one of THE Miraculous Ladybug's sidekicks how cool is that??!, marinette is COOL!! maybe we can be friends? how am i gonna talk to someone that cool though?? i cant tell her my secret identity!!!"

insta-crush. peter is a marinette SIMP

(and yo, dont get on my case about marinette being super fucking smart, this is the girl who figured out she was getting a birthday party from just seeing one of her friends holding a bike pump. that girl is a tactical genius! she just has self esteem issues. they are both nerd, their just nerds about differnt things, let the nerds date!!!!)

of course Marinette still has the ladybug miraculous -even tho everyone thinks she doesn't have the rat miraculous anymore- and the miracle box. so she can still fight hawkmoth because the horse is basically fast travel irl, Space miraculous super conveintent.

(also concerning the mirsacle box, im going with my headcanon/Unlucky 13 AU on what that looks like post "ladybug becomes guardain" because that egg thing from canon? fucking lame

These ones^^^)

It would be canon compliant till season 2 and most? of season 3? but like fuck miracle queen, season3 finale + truth made me stop watching the show. so like in this au, lets just assume Fu is dead, and ladybug has had the miracle box for some time now. and that they got the miraculous when they were 13, and are currently 15? yeah? okay.

(also prolly chat salt, it doesn't HAVE to be chat salt, but like- He. Keeps. Trying. To. Quit. And leave all the work to marinette!!!! its happened like 3?? times now? Marinette CANT quit!!! its literally "do this or lose all your memories!!!" she is being held hostage by a fucking magic box full of responsibilities no 15 year old should have to deal with.)

I headcanon that marinette stress-bakes, so like cute scene number #1 after peter and marinette become friends, could be something like "marientte stresses for a test, and then bakes to much food so her parents make her take it to school to share with her peers, and she ends up giving like- 1/2 of them to parker, becuz of his super high metabolism.

and how marinettes got her whole "i'm RESPONISBLE!!! for the whole fucking universe now, omfg i'm the reason fu is basically dead" angsty shit going on which kinda parallels peters whole "i have super powers, and if i dont do something to help then its my fault if someone gets hurt, like how my uncle died. With great power, comes great RESPONSIBLITY!!!" angst. maybe they could trauma bond. who doesn't like a good hurt comfort trauma bond fic?

marinette likes designing fashionable but also functional clothes.

peter likes designing gadgets and techy things. let them be nerds together!!! in love!!

i feel like they would be the kind of couple/friends to just ramble on about their passions and they would listen to each other even tho they dont know much about each others interests yet. (also hey what if marinette and peter co designed one of peters early suits pre-stark suit??? the fucking writing potential this ship has omfg c'mon ppl!!! why are we sleeping on this??)

oh! and maybe peter figures out that marinette is also ladybug -but later on- cuz like, he has superhearing? and tikki isn't as subtle as she thinks she is.

and then he's all in awe like "Wow holy shit!!! she made her ladybug secret identity FOOLPROOF!!!! no one would ever fucking suspect!! maybe she can help me with mine???"

Fox miraculous shenanaigans insue????? The daily Bugles next headline be like: "SPIDER-MAN SAVES SI INTERN PETER PARKER FROM ETC ETC"

( the media thinks Ladybug and Chat are 1000+ years old due to that thing alya found in that museum that one time. and the fact that people know that Thor and Loki are super old.

Ladybug's excuse to the public for letting a teenager, Nay! for letting a THIRTEEN YEAR OLD CHILD use an extremly dangerous magical artifact for a little over 2 years, goes something like this: "Marinette was the ONLY person in france- maybe in the whole world! that was compatible with the Rat miraculous, it takes a very smart person to be able to multitask like that, and marinette has a photographic/phonetic memory."

i headcannon that marinette photographic/phonetic memory, and that the Rat Miraculous is the math miraculous that was mentioned in the comics that one time, and that if an incompatible person were to try and use it they would at BEST develop a severe case of split personality disorder/ or schizophrenia, and at WORST their brain would- just- melt out of their ears. )

Also he calls her "Spots" or "LuckyBug" when shes in hero mode.

(i cant think of cute nicknames for peter, ugh "web head" is just something i cant picture marinette saying. what's the french word for spider? what's the french word for cobwebs??)

She prolly just calls him "Webs" or "Spidey"

[reidslovely]

heyy! can you give us more about frat!peter?

totally!! I'm not sure what you wanna know though specifically so here's some word vomit i sent to my moot stella weeks ago. you guys should totally feel free to talk to me about any frat!peter headcanons and questions you have him and reader/bashful are my world rn and I could answer any question you have about him/her/them. but right here is a run down of only frat!pete and how I perceive him

Frat!Peter has the biggest ego but he's totally not a jerk..at least not once you get to know him. He's an engineering and biochem double major but he's taken journalism/photography electives and that’s where he and his gf met. He's automatically flirting with her and it's like dude come on..really?? Cause everyone knows about Peter Parker. He could have any girl he wants but he's never publicly dated anyone?? Weird. Maybe he's too good. Which makes her skeptical, so it’s like leave me alone totally not interested but he very quickly wins her over. The jerk side a total front and she is quick to discredit that rumor and let everyone know what a big soft teddy bear nerd he really is. (however it is not a front when it comes to his girl though stay twenty five feet away from her)

He definitely rushed with his friend as a joke and didn’t actually think he’s get in but turns out he’s a legacy (his dad and uncle ben both were members) and the guys think he’s a great pick and i mean it doesn’t hurt that the girls like him so come on how could they not let this dude in?? He does let it go to his head a little because it’s basically gonna pay for his college. How could he not get a little cocky and slacky. Besides for once in his life people like him and not just because he’ll get them a good grade on a project. However he does start to come down from this and gets his head out of his ass.

Yes he does still have his powers and is managing spider man, college, and his frat responsibilities. Which is why he had to step down from secretary to social chair sophomore/junior year. He totally showed up in the frat in his costume several times and his brothers chose to never mention it, it’s a secret that dies with them. Besides, their best friend is spider man?? How fucking cool.

His girlfriend does find out four months into the relationship when he shows up to their date dressed in the top of the costume and his button up not covering it at all and it finally explains so so sos os SO much.

Like stated previously he was elected secretary his sophomore year (first to happen) and had to step down to social chair later which he enjoyed much better cause their stuff was pretty much laid out in a rule book for them.

YES he does have a little (a freshman you mentor not the other kind of little) in my mind I aged Miles up a little bit to be his little freshie which ends up being super convenient when Miles ends up getting bit and they split spider man and other duties within the frat. But if not Miles I like to think he takes on carbon copy of himself when he first joined: angry, skeptical, and kind of shy and scared to reach out in fear of rejection and he teaches him that all these emotions are okay and valid but there are alot of good people in this community.

Speed run: he played on the lacrosse team very briefly until spider man got him thrown off- he rejoined later after Miles came into the picture, however he and the other guys are known for playing basketball on their front lawn and all the girls like to stop and watch (which drives his gf crazy and she has to make out with him to reclaim what’s hers and he eats that the fuck up.) As social chair he is obligated to work homecoming, and even though it’s not allowed since his gf is not in greek life he def asks her for help/ideas (his brothers know but they like him and his gf to much to care).

And yes he’s shocked that he's on the honor roll because how can he balance all this stuff and still come out? Maybe he is a genius, and slowly burning out.

That's all I got right now, please ask me more lore about frat!peter and or him and bashful/reader thank you that was my press conference

[winterironrox]

Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse Review

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This is not a simple review. It will contain specifics and loud opinions.

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I just need to start this off by saying that I fucking love Hobie. He is definitely one of the best parts of the movie. I am so happy that the rumor I heard about Hobie liking Gwen and creating a “love triangle” was not true. I very much dislike “love triangles.” I was screaming the entire time Hobie was on screen. He’s an anarchy genius.

Pavitr is the sweetest lil bean. It was such a relief seeing a happy Spider-Man. I really loved seeing Indian culture represented in a simple everyday way.

The Morales family is amazing and I only want the best for them. Mr. and Mrs. Morales are trying hard to be good parents and it shows.

Peter B. Parker what the hell are you thinking bringing a child into a violent fight?? I can sort of forgive the first one but then lying to MJ about it. You were literally carrying MayDay in a bjorn on a bullet train going skyward. I understand that you want Miles to see MayDay and see the good he brought you but a violent environment is not the time or place.

Speaking of bad parenting, Gwen’s father is an immature ass. When Gwen said, “You’re a good cop, Dad.” I wanted her to follow it up with, “but not a good father.” Why can’t superheroes condemn their parents?

Superhero movies don’t allow characters to hold their parents accountable because they’re objectively made for children to enjoy and children aren’t meant to question or judge their parents. When a parent missteps the child is required to meet the parent where they stand by accepting that everything was done out of love. How the child feels and how the slight effected them isn’t discussed. Marvel did this with Howard and Tony as well as Odin, Loki, and Thor. It’s insane that Sony and Marvel deny children seeing their heroes protect themselves and set boundaries with the people who are supposed to care for them above all others.

Miles is truly a King. He’s better than all those other spider-people and right now I don’t think they deserve the good he’s gonna bring them.

I’m not the biggest fan of Gwen’s actions or the romance between her and Miles. I would have preferred to see Tiana Toomes with Miles but Miles does go the furthest with Gwen out of all his girlfriends, opinions can be made as to why that is, so Gwen and Miles makes sense. I feel that their relationship is still in the crush stages and after her betrayal it could be the end of it. Maybe we could see Tiana, Kate, or someone else in the future.

I’m sure Miles is going to forgive Peter and Gwen but I at least want him to make them sweat more or for them to admit in full why they betrayed him. In order for Sony and Marvel to stop showing their audiences that unconditional forgiveness is required characters need to communicate and reach an understanding that isn’t one person deciding to be the bigger person, especially the child.

It’s fascinating to me that spider-people are so willing to rationalize their losses that they will all follow Miguel when he is clearly wrong.

Miguel that world fell apart because you were in it not because a canon event didn’t happen. Canon events, termed by Miguel, are just common themes that have/will lead to similar events because of course they will. Someone not dying in one instance is not the same as someone making roots in a universe that is not their own. The universe is resilient and it will correct itself. If a person’s death is more important than their survival then don’t worry the universe will make sure that they die.

Unlike the spider-heroes who are rationalizing their loss via acceptance, Spot is resorting to anger. He’s just focusing on the brightest string, like the Maximoffs did with Tony.

I found Miguel’s theory of Miles being an anomaly to be interesting. As I previously stated the universe will only go along with things it agrees with, Miguel learned this lesson pretty traumatically, so I believe that 1610 Peter was going to die that night. And if spider-42 hadn’t been brought to universe-1610 then there wouldn’t be a Spider-Man in 1610. So I think that the universe agreed that 1610 Miles is meant to be Spider-Man. I mean as we have seen multiple times in Across alone, Miles is a good force in every universe. I’m wondering if in 42 Prowler Miles is considered an anti-hero instead of a villain. I mean it’s more likely that they will go with the storyline of Miles meeting the evil him to strengthen his own morals, reminiscent of Billy. But I think I’d prefer the first storyline. It fits the narrative of “fuck canon/the box you want me in.” Also does Miguel just not care about universes without Spider-Man because he could have figured out a way to save 42 if he wanted? I’m so excited to see what happens with 42 Prowler and the final fight.

Absolutely loved all the cameos. All the spiders were perfectly done. Someone correct me if I’m wrong (pls pls send me screen grabs) but I didn’t see 199999 Peter in the holograms. Miguel mentions him in a derogatory way but that’s it. I might be reaching since 199999 Peter is my favorite but I think this is because Miguel groups Miles and Peter together. Miguel is okay with not saving everyone which is something Miles and 199999 Peter refuse to do. 199999 Peter’s main motto is “If you have the power to stop the bad things from happening and they happen anyway then they happened because of you.” Honestly, Peter holds himself to this way to tightly but Miguel does the exact opposite. He doesn’t even try to help people and then absolves himself from guilt. Peter literally almost destroyed the multiverse trying to help people and then lost everything fixing it, again Miguel did the opposite.

My final thoughts about Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse are fuck Miguel, I’m disappointed that so many spider-heroes would want to rationalize their trauma so bad that they would intentionally hurt one of their own, and of course the animation is breathtaking. Can’t wait for Beyond the Spider-Verse!

ps. I saw a tweet where someone said they want RiRi to get the Miles treatment and I totally agree. I would die to see RiRi Williams in 2D animation! She’s phenomenal with a great story, plus we’d get a young Tony Stark in 2D. RDJ would voice him no question. We’d be winning winning.

[stackthedeck]

Don’t be shy post your fanfic red flags to tumblr

I swear y'all want me dead, I'm not scared of the tiktok teens but the tumblr users will kill me over this

when I say red flags, I mean squicks, I mean things in marvel fanfics that tell me the author is more concerned with fanon than they are with the source material which is just something I don't want to read

Mommy friend Natasha— If it's an avengers fic and Natasha is there to sigh and the boys and tell them to talk care of themselves, make the move on the boy, or just mother them I hate it. I need more than one woman in a fic and I need them to pass the Bechdel test and be more than "the one with the brain cell"

damsel in distress Peter Parker— I need a damn good reason Peter doesn't use his super strength or super genius to escape a kidnapping, he's a fucking superhero who can save himself. This isn't to say I don't like Peter Parker whump, but I need some explanation or it seems like he's forgotten he's super human

the Deadpool thought boxes— most fic authors are writing them because they're saw them in another fic not because they're read them in the comics and it fucking shows!

No murder Avengers—Explain to me why your picture of Steve Rogers wouldn't kill a nazi in a heartbeat?? Quickly!

writing out characters of color—self-explanatory. How can you write a post winter soldier fic without Sam Wilson? Where is Ned in your mcu Peter fic? Why did you make Peter Parker act like the mcu version in every way but you made MJ into a white Mary Jane? Why is there always a convenient mission that the characters of color are sent off to deal with?? Y'all are not hiding your bigotry well

"pretty" Wade Wilson—I don't care if it's a no powers au or if you're using an image replicator, keep the scars! The scars are pretty and I don't want to read a fic that disagrees

Super Family—my beef with this trope pre-dates the mcu Spider-Man, this shit infected tasm fandom after the Avengers came out. The civil war being the stony divorce arc and Peter being the traumatized child of said divorce joke was funny. But it was only a joke. I don't care what adult "adopts" Peter, Peter already has a loving home and Aunt May is doing a fantastic job raising him. It's even worse when Peter was adopted young or the bio child of one of the heroes because it completely robs his story of the importance and impact of Aunt May and Uncle Ben. I hate it so fucking much

"world on fire" in daredevil fic— it's a fucking metaphor! It's a good metaphor you can write into a fic, but if you make it literal so that Matt is "seeing" objects but like as fire oh my god no! He has not light response in his eyes, he's moving through the world through sound and touch like blind people do, his powers just grant him a great degree of precision. Y'all can't handle the idea of disabled people as competent capable adults

Any fic that makes a rational cool level headed woman into a raging bitch—we get it you have no friends and have internalized the not like other girls mindset, but don't make it my fucking problem

[frasier-crane-style]

Blue Beetle (2023)

Blue Beetle reminds me mostly of the first Amazing Spider-Man movie. It's not capital-B bad, but it could be a lot better. Part of it is that Angel Manuel Soto, like Marc Webb, simply isn't a cinematic genius like Sam Raimi.

Another is that the adaptation changes a lot of the source material, not to make it more interesting or anything, but to make it MORE generic. The plot is almost exactly like Ant-Man, for fuck's sake.

OG hero used to run a benevolent corporation, but he's been forced out by the villain, who wants to use his tech for military purposes (wait, wouldn't that mean we'd be sending all that evil military technology over to Ukraine to help fight Putin? I guess we're not supposed to think about that.) Legacy hero stumbles into the OG hero's tech and gets help from OG hero's daughter to take back the corporation. There's similar wholesale plagiarism from the Iron Man and Spider-Man movies (how many missiles are there that have manufacturer logos on them, really?).

Another weirdness is that in the comics, Jaime actually has friends. In the movie, the only people he ever talks to are his family, his love interest, and the villains (which doesn't stop the movie from doing a THE IMPORTANCE OF COMMUNITY epilogue--yeah, where were you guys when the Reyes family was getting their shit pushed in on the front lawn?). It's odd to think nerdy loser Peter Parker was at least friends with Harry and on speaking terms with MJ, while clean-cut, handsome everyman Jaime has no social skills.

It's not saying much, but the movie is a little better at tone than modern Marvel. It plays way too many pop songs during serious moments, but it can also shut up at times. It still gets cartoony as hell with Jaime's grandma turning into John Wick--yeah, she kills people with a machine gun--and his uncle knowing how to pilot a hover-ship--which doesn't mesh well with the director dropping references to social issues like they're Green Lantern story arcs. Okay, are we a wacky cartoon or are we trying to make a statement about gentrification? I guess both!

Speaking of which, the movie keeps Jaime's no-kill rule, but lets his family blow up, blast, and even fucking IMPALE henchmen like there's no tomorrow. And it makes a point of having sympathetic villains and spelling out how desperately the disadvantaged Reyes family needs jobs. I guess none of those mooks just needed to pay for their family home. They all willingly chose to do evil by... working for a legitimate military contractor and trying to recover stolen property/guard private property.

And it's another movie where they make the villains cartoonishly racist instead of faux progressive like any real evil billionaire would be. There's a bit where a receptionist is told Jaime's name when he introduces himself (pronounced Haime) and she keeps mispronouncing it Jamie because... she knows how it's spelled and she's willingly pronouncing it the Anglo way instead of how he just told her it was pronounced? Like this sort of thing wouldn't immediately get recorded, posted on Twitter, and end up costing her her job? But, you know, I guess that's a sign of how evil Victoria Kord is, that she's carefully choosing racist receptionists who assume that a Mexican in a business suit must be a deliveryman.

That whole sequence... which is how Jaime gets his powers... is kinda a mess. Okay, he texts Jenny Kord for a job interview, but she doesn't know he's coming or set an appointment, because that's when she's stealing the Scarab. So I guess this pre-law college grad just decided to show up at Kord Industries and lie about having an appointment with a member of the board... so he could get a job interview... instead of waiting for her to text him back?

I know the movie is about alien technology and flying superheroes, but can we at least have them act like real people when it comes to things like job interviews, when everyone in the audience knows how those work?

Still, the movie stays mostly on the rails until the third act, where you get a patent example of just how bad modern blockbuster making has gotten. Everywhere Raimi's Spider-Man movies were smooth, streamlined, and organic, this movie's third act is cluttered and clumsy. Jaime himself is sidelined for an unbelievable interval, while every member of his family gets a hero moment and/or a pep talk to give to Jaime. They all blend together, but I wouldn't be surprised if some of them got more than one.

And still the climax crams in more STUFF, from a last-minute redemption arc (again, more than one!) to a teachable moment between Jaime and his AI. None of this comes across as earned or stirring. And there's an unforgivable bit where Jaime's final power-up is blended with the villain going Super Saiyan and yet more side characters setting off one in a long line of explosives.

There's some many obviously cruddy writing moments like that. There's a scene where Jaime and Jenny easily escape pursuit, right next to a scene where they have their first encounter with the villainous Carapax in the exact same circumstances... couldn't some of that be merged or dumped so we had more time to spend on the development that's shoved in willy-nilly?

I'm not saying the first Spider-Man was Shakespeare, but we got a good idea of Peter, May, Mary Jane, Harry, Norman, and how they all related to each other... even foreshadowing of where their paths would continue on in future movies. In the last five minutes of Blue Beetle, they're still explaining Carapax's motivation! His last words are basically "I just remembered my backstory!" No, director-man, you gotta weave that into the narrative. We can't care about something when we heard about it for the first time ten seconds ago!

[sjsmith56]

Taking Back the Cities - Chapter 13, Finding Jade

Summary: Bucky shows up at the old Avengers compound in New York State. After admitting he got into some trouble he becomes involved in mission planning. A couple of months later they’ve made some progress but need a better way to combat the Others. Bucky throws an idea out that he’s been working on and it captures a lot of interest.

Length: 4.8K

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Peter Parker, Thaddeus Ross.

Warnings: some coarse language, Bucky angst.

Author’s notes: I’m not a military genius but did give some thought to how they could fight the Others without resorting to something high tech that would make them vulnerable. What I came up seemed to make sense.

<<Chapter 12

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Three weeks after Bucky left the Bunker he pulled in to the Avengers compound in upstate New York on his motorcycle. It looked like all sorts of activity was happening meaning the other people were already there. Steve was waiting for him at the main door. Bucky parked the bike, removed his gloves and helmet and looked at him.

"About time you got here," said Steve. "Three weeks since you took off."

"I ran into some trouble," replied Bucky. "Spent a few nights in jail. Had to work a few more days to earn some gas in trade. Told them how we came up with a solution to the Others. That helped grease the wheel a bit."

"She broke down crying, Buck," said Steve. "She didn't want you to leave for good, just to leave her alone a bit until you could both talk rationally. You hurt her, really bad."

"Yeah," replied Bucky, looking away. "I figured that out when I was in jail. Really fucked it up, didn't I? She's better off without me."

"No, she's not," said Steve, "and you're not better off without her. Why were you arrested? It's not like you can get drunk."

"I trashed a building," said Bucky. "Had a tantrum over how stupid I had been and destroyed what I thought was an abandoned building. It wasn't but it should have been condemned. The owner was just putting off the inevitable. I had to dig through the rubble to find his possessions to reduce my sentence. They gave me gas at least."

Steve shook his head, then put his hand on Bucky's shoulder. "Come on, I'll show you your room," he said. "We've got limited internet and telephone access already and we're planning the first attack on a small town. We'll need you on this. Have a shower first because you reek. I brought the rest of your stuff."

As the two friends entered the building Bucky's presence was noted with shouts and waves from the other Avengers. He nodded his head at the acknowledgements then once he got to his room stripped down and got into the shower, standing under the hot water for a good twenty minutes before he shampooed his hair and cleaned himself. After drying he looked in his drawers and took out clean clothes, smelling them deeply. The smell reminded him of Jade and for a moment he thought he would cry but he took another deep breath and pulled on the T-shirt, underwear, socks and jeans. He looked for his jean jacket in the closet but it wasn't there and a small smile crept over his face. She kept his jacket. If he wanted it back he would have to go get it.

Nobody said it was easy

Oh it's such a shame for us to part

Nobody said it was easy

No one ever said it would be so hard

    The Scientist by Coldplay

As Bucky walked out of his room he bumped into Sam, who gave him a pound hug. "Bucky, good to see you man," said Sam. "You okay?"

"Getting there," he said. "Steve told me we're planning an attack. Any idea what my role is?"

"You and Steve are both in the thick of it," said Sam, smiling. "Meeting is in ten minutes if you want to grab a bite to eat first."

Bucky nodded and found his way to the cafeteria, picking up a few sandwiches, some fruit and a bottle of juice. He took it to the conference room where others had done the same thing and sat down next to Peter, who nodded and said hi.

"How's your Aunt May?" asked Bucky. "Have you seen her yet?"

"Yeah, she's here now," said Peter. "Happy kept her safe. They got married, in fact. Not sure yet how I feel about that."

Bucky smirked then took a bite out of his sandwich. "Well, at least he didn't abandon her after his first big argument with her," he said sarcastically.

"Jade blamed herself," said Peter, in a low voice. "Ben told me that she was mad at herself for not accepting your apology. She cried for days. We're going to be setting up a direct link with them at their new place. You know that they're moving, don't you?"

"No, I don't," replied Bucky looking at him.

"Ma found a big gold nugget," said Peter. "They think it came from that quartz vein you and Jade found as that's where the Queen blew up. It was enough for them to buy their own place just outside Santa Fe. They're moving in a week and taking the horses with them. I'm going to tutor Ben once we set up the link. You could talk to her."

"I don't think that will be a good idea," said Bucky chewing. "But keep me informed about them, okay?"

Peter nodded and the two men kept eating without speaking. Steve came in and Bucky pulled a chair out for him which he declined.

"I'm leading the meetings now, Bucky," said Steve. "I'm running the show, Fury's job. I'll still go out on missions. In fact, you and I will be doing an exploratory mission very soon."

Thaddeus Ross walked in and met with Steve at the front of the room.

"He's still alive?" asked Bucky. "I'm surprised he didn't take over."

"He was asked by the President," said Peter, "but he refused. Said we should be an independent organization governed from within. One of the lessons learned from the failure of the Sokovia Accords. He's changed a lot since you last saw him. His daughter died, the one who was in love with Bruce once."

The conference room was full, not just of Avengers but assorted military and scientific personnel. Ross patted Steve on the arm and sat in the empty chair next to Bucky, glancing at him.

"Glad to see you made it Barnes," he said. "We're going to need your skill set on this fight."

"I'm here to serve General," Bucky replied.

"I'm not military anymore, or Secretary of State," replied Ross. "Just a concerned citizen with some organizational skills."

Bucky glanced at Peter who raised his eyebrows before they both looked up at Steve as he began talking.

"I want to thank those of you who took care of the Others surrounding this facility so we could have a command post for the fight against them," said Steve. "If you don't already know me, I'm Steve Rogers. My friend Bucky Barnes came back through time to get me, figuring I was needed in the fight. I'm here for good now. Myself and eight other Avengers have been holed up in the Bunker facility in New Mexico. A woman by the name of Jade Chambers put her life in jeopardy to reach us after discovering she had a telepathic link with a queen in our area. From her information we learned the queen wanted to form a symbiotic relationship with humans that benefitted her more than us. We were able to devise a strategy of luring the queen to the surface which weakened her connection to her nests and ... well, let's watch the video of our first attempt at it and you can see what I mean. Can you run that footage?"

With Friday up and running there was full 3D video coverage courtesy of Red Wing showing the queen breaking through the ground, changing colour as her connection with the nests weakened. Then it showed Sam dropping the IEDs on the outermost nests to destroy them and further weaken the queen. The end result of the queen exploding and all the nests exploding on their own or just stopping drew gasps, and quite a few claps. The footage stopped and Rogers resumed talking.

"The military have used this tactic to clear their bases," he said. "It's worked very well in both dry and wet conditions in open spaces but now we have to devise a new plan to go after the Others still in the cities. We need IEDs that are strong enough to disrupt or destroy the nests but not too strong that they destroy the infrastructure they're hiding in. We still think we can lure the queens out but the city queens are more compact, not as diffuse and don't need as many nests to support it as the open country ones did. Cap?"

Sam Wilson came up and asked Friday for a display of the IEDs used in New Mexico, followed by adaptations used by the military in clearing their bases.

"As you can see the first IEDs that we used were quite small as they were distributed by one person, me," he said, "using my flight suit. They had to be small enough that I could carry an adequate supply but powerful enough to destroy the nests. The interesting thing we discovered is that I didn't have to deploy to all the nests. Just enough to weaken the queen so that she imploded...that's right imploded first, then exploded on the rebound. Once she died the rest of the nests stopped functioning. The military used drones to drop IEDs that could be bigger and stronger, and that was effective for them as well. The problem in the cities is that we want to maintain the infrastructure and buildings as much as possible. People need a place to live once we clear a city out and we want to be able to just flush out the remains of the Others and go back to using sewer and water as we did before. Power infrastructure will still have to be rebuilt for the most part."

"What have you got in mind, Cap?" asked Bucky loudly.

Sam smiled at Bucky. "I'm glad you asked that," he said. "Our friends in the military have devised a kind of flash bang IED that we can try by dropping them down an open manhole cover. We don't need to kill the Others nests so much as disable them so the queen gets weak enough to implode. Once she does that the nests stop functioning. We can clear them out, bury them, cremate them more likely and then we turn on the water again. What we need are people strong enough to lift the manhole cover quickly, drop the IED down and go off to the next cover before the drones figure out what you're doing and come after you. We'll set off the IEDs to go off at the same time as we are luring the queen out of the sewers with the recording of Jade's brain activity. Right now there are three people strong enough to do that, Rogers, Parker, and you."

"Can I suggest I use my webs to pull the manhole covers off and then Steve and Bucky can just run right by dropping the IEDs down into the open holes?" said Peter. "I think it would be more efficient. With some practice I can probably lift a cover every few seconds. We could test it in one of the small towns nearby."

Steve and Sam looked at each other smiling. "That's a very good idea, Peter," said Sam. "Anyone have any idea how much a manhole cover weighs?"

"Standard weight of a cast iron or concrete cover is about 250 lbs," said a man in the back. "If they're made of composite materials like glass reinforced plastic they'll be lighter, about 150 lbs."

"I can handle those weights easily," said Peter. "Just need to lift it completely off so that it leaves a completely open hole."

Sam sat down and Steve took control of the meeting again. "I think we should give Peter's idea a test run," he said. "Tomorrow morning okay with everyone? Peter, is that enough time to test your technique on a few manhole covers?"

Peter nodded and Steve called the meeting over. Peter ran to get his web shooters on then went outside with a small delegation of scientists, Steve and Bucky, to see how effective his web would be in lifting off the manhole covers. After a few tries he got the technique down to a point where he was satisfied. Then he looked at Steve.

"It would be better if I was doing this from the buildings," he said. "Any chance you'll let me go to one of the small towns and try it on the outskirts? I just need to figure out a rhythm and sequence for this. Don't want to be dropping a manhole cover on your heads as you're running by."

"I'll take you on my bike," said Bucky. "I've outrun a few Others on the way here. It will help me get a sense of the timing as well."

"Well then, I'm coming on my bike," said Steve, smiling. "Meet out here in ten minutes."

Ten minutes later Peter and Bucky were waiting beside his motorcycle. They heard the tell tale sound of a Harley Davidson coming from the garage building. Bucky had a broad smile on his face when Steve pulled up.

"You went back and got it, didn't you?" he asked. "I knew you liked that one."

"Yeah, they were going to hang on to it until I took it so I put them out of their misery," said Steve. "Let's go."

Ten minutes later they were in the nearest small town. Peter pulled his clothes off revealing his Spider-Man gear underneath.

"It feels more natural to wear it when I'm slinging webs," he explained. "Give me five seconds head start then come through."

He leaped up to the first building then aimed at the first man-hole cover pulling it up. As he started progressing they counted to five and then followed him, keeping an eye on the speedometer and an eye on their environment.

"You have company," said Sam's voice and they looked up to see Red Wing hovering just behind them, covering their six. "There's a few drones peeking their heads out to see what's going on. The first ones are pulling the covers back on."

Peter yelled that he could go faster so they sped up and they soon got an idea of the speed they could go if they had a clear road. However, whenever they got to a road where there was an accident or abandoned cars they had to slow and soon the covers ahead of them were being replaced before they could get to them. Steve called an end to the exercise and sent Red Wing to tell Peter to withdraw which he did easily. Both Steve and Bucky got out okay but had to dodge cars blocking their path several times. They met well outside the town, where Peter had left his clothing. Sam landed next to them.

"Good idea in theory but there's a few kinks," he said.

"I was hoping to use the bikes," said Bucky, "but they're more of a hindrance than a help. We're going to have to run it. Not only that we need an exit strategy. I think we should start inside and work our way out. Otherwise we'll get trapped."

"We can jump from the quinjet," said Steve. "I'm good from a few hundred feet."

Bucky and Sam smiled. "Two hundred feet max for me," said Bucky. "Need time to recover after as well."

"Well that was after you fell through the trees," said Sam, grinning. "And the plane was moving. If it's a hover you could probably handle it."

"You can go faster than what you started at, right Peter?" asked Bucky. "We just need to time it so that we're dropping the IED into the hole right after you uncover it. Then it doesn't matter if they put the cover back on after. I say tomorrow we keep trying until we get the timing right. Any chance we can broadcast the recording of Jade's brain activity while we're doing it? That distracts and weakens the queen and the drones. If we're lucky we can clear this town."

They rode back to Avengers HQ talking over the different strategies they could try. After dinner Bucky grabbed a couple of bottles of beer and sat outside looking at the sunset. Steve joined him, as did the others who had been in New Mexico.

"I miss the sunsets," said Bucky. "This is nice but it was spectacular out there."

"Bruce is staying out there to do his research," said Steve. "Said he likes the quiet. I think we'll run a skeleton staff at the Bunker once we get fully operational again. Have a helicopter on site until we get another quinjet built. Could pick up Hope and Scott easily. You're rated on both, right?"

"Yup," said Bucky. "But Cap is only an hour away from just about anywhere in the country. It's too bad Wakanda is still down. We could use some of their technical expertise."

"I've proposed a couple of satellite facilities like the Bunker elsewhere," he said. "Alaska, Canada, Mexico, southeast U.S. We did good work there. Especially once Jade brought us that intel. Dr. Strange thinks we should be recruiting more telepaths. What do you think?"

"I think you should stop pushing the conversation back to New Mexico and Jade," said Bucky. "I'm focussed on taking care of the Others in New York then I'll start thinking about whether I should go back to her. If she'll even have me."

"Fair enough," said Steve, draining his beer and standing up. "Just one more observation. She made you happy. That's hard to find."

Bucky didn't react and Steve went back inside. Once he drank his second beer Bucky took his empties in and dropped them in the recycle bin then went to his quarters. Friday had limited entertainment options and Bucky chose an old war movie with John Wayne and Donna Reed, called They Were Expendable. It came out after he fell in 1945. He found it entertaining but no matter what he kept thinking of Jade. The movie ended and he realized he hadn't paid attention for at least an hour. Sighing he asked Friday for some calming ocean sounds. Eventually he fell asleep.

The next day they tried Peter pulling the manhole covers off from the inside of the town going out, while Steve and Bucky jumped out of a hovering quinjet that took off as soon as they jumped. Torres, who had holed up with a military unit during the occupation, showed up with his Falcon flight suit. His Red Wing unit broadcasted Jade's brain activity while Sam and his Red Wing unit videoed the trial. As soon as Steve and Bucky landed they took off dropping the IEDs in the open manholes. They kept up to Peter as he pulled up two manhole covers at a time and ran all the way out of town. Sam set off the IEDs and they heard the bangs. They saw several manhole covers lift or get blown off several feet. Then Sam sent a video drone into the sewers using a street drain opening. A mobile army unit with computer screens linked to the drone showed inactive Other drones and several imploded queens. Steve ordered another run and they loaded up with more flash bangs, then the quinjet picked them up and dropped them at another part of town. This time they took fire from some of the Other drones who came out of the manhole cover. Sam sent several of his drones after them and found they were weakened enough to be destroyed by his drones' firepower. As soon as Bucky and Steve left town Sam activated the flash bangs and again they had a successful result. An hour later they had cleared the town of Other nests and queens. They sent several video drones throughout the entire sewer and water system of the town and saw no living queens or drones. Steve and Bucky walked into town with Sam covering them and lifted up a manhole cover. Both men went into the sewers and came up several blocks away at an open manhole cover.

"Confirmed destruction of queens and nests," said Steve as he pressed his comms. "We have a successful test. Can we get some army engineers in to see the extent of the damage to the infrastructure? We also need a crew to clear the drone carcasses out. It reeks down here so they'll have to wear hazmat suits."

That afternoon at the debriefing they looked at all the footage. There were more military types at the debriefing and they proposed giving the tech people full reign to design all sorts of delivery systems reasoning that it was too much to ask of Peter, Steve and Bucky to do it all. The discovery that flash bang devices would achieve the disruption of the communication between the queens and the drones in the nests was crucial as it gave them more options in planning their attacks.

For the next month Peter, Steve, Bucky and Sam performed all sorts of combinations. Most worked, some didn't but each excursion gathered valuable information and the military began experimenting themselves with the small towns surrounding their bases that still had nests. People were able to begin returning to their homes and that went a long way to improving the morale of ordinary citizens. As more small towns were liberated the media began setting up in them and news organizations began reporting to the public the progress being made. After that month of non-stop excursions trying to fine tune an attack strategy Steve pulled all the Avengers back to their compound for a respite, knowing that they needed a break. A request was made by a television crew to film them at the base. Broadcast live on the existing television stations that signed on, and streamed live over the internet they were seen by a quarter of the population. Peter recorded it and sent a link to Ben. Bucky was not happy about either the filming or the broadcast and considered it an invasion of his privacy. He still ended up with a lot of fans on the returning social media channels, many of them female.

A week after the broadcast and live stream the Avengers were back on the road, clearing small towns, testing new delivery methods, and generally working 12-15 hour days, 7 days a week. They went two weeks on duty and would have one week off. Most of the crew chose to spend their week off at Avengers HQ, doing laundry, sleeping, and catching up on life in general. Bucky would jump on his motorcycle and disappear for four or five days, always returning in time to quickly do some laundry and get caught up on their next assignment. For two months he kept it up and told no one where he went or what he was doing until the decision was made to launch an all out assault on New York City. At the briefing when they were debating how to use mechanical means to drop the flash bangs Bucky put his hand up.

"I have a suggestion," he said. "No doubt some of you have noticed on our weeks off I disappear for several days at a time. I haven't been lazy during those days. In fact I've been researching a way to get more people involved in delivering the flash bangs. Not by running but by horse back riding. I reached out to mounted police units, ceremonial cavalry units, any group that had horses that could be trained to run in obstacle filled areas. While I'm on duty for two weeks most of them have been practicing dropping tennis balls into small pots as they race by on their horse. Then I meet up with them on my week off and we clear a town by aiming into the street drains. So far we've cleared about two dozen small towns with no loss of rider or horse and without the recording of Jade's brain activity. They're ready to mobilize on a bigger target if you want to try them out."

Steve stood up at the front with a funny smile on his face as he looked at Bucky. "Two dozen small towns, cleared of Others using a mounted detachment?" he asked. "How many riders?"

"I currently have two detachments," said Bucky, "of about ten riders each. The horses need a breather after each run so we alternate between the two detachments. There are another ten currently training and they're always on the lookout for more riders. One horse can run a maximum of 20 linear miles in a day, in about 2 mile maximum stretches before they need to rest. That's in optimal conditions. We usually average about 10-15 miles easily per horse but it depends on the routes we take. We just have to plan their routes, a loop works best, so they're resting in a cleared area. You do the math."

"If I convert the linear miles using the minimum that Bucky gave us we could average 100 square miles a day with one detachment," said Peter, who had been working it out with a pen and paper. "New York is about 300 square miles of land mass. That's 3 days to clear it theoretically. Faster if we get more mounted detachments."

There were lots of surprised faces, along with coughs as everyone just looked at Bucky.

"Bucky Barnes," said Thaddeus Ross loudly then clapping him on the back, "you are a man of surprises. I call that thinking outside the box and that's exactly what we're going to need when we tackle New York City."

"Are your riders armed?" asked Sam. "Do you have anyone covering their six?"

"They're mostly armed with sidearms," said Bucky. "On occasion I've had to act as a sniper from a central location and take out drones as I see them come up. If we have sharp shooters in the buildings they can cover the riders. One more thing, if there isn't a street drain we have to resort to pulling the manhole cover up but so far we haven't had to do that in the small towns because the street drains have given us access to enough drones to cause the queen to implode and the other drones stop functioning."

"Do we have anyone here at this meeting representing the City of New York?" asked Steve, as several men stood up. "Can you find out if your mounted police detachments are still intact somewhere? They need to be in on this training. Plus, if you can get someone from your department of water, sewer, which ever department is responsible for those street drains we need a map of which streets have that type of access. We need sharpshooters as well. I want to implement this in two weeks people."

Steve ended the meeting and a small crowd of people went up to Bucky asking him more questions. After about twenty minutes he had answered the last person's question and he stood up to Steve, Peter, and Sam standing there watching him.

"What?" he asked. "You know I can't sit around and do nothing when there's things to be done."

"What made you think of horses?" asked Steve.

"Well, when we originally got the three out at the Bunker to use to approach the Others and lure the one to study," said Bucky, "Clint speculated that the drones wouldn't be bothered by the horses. He was right. Even horses with horse shoes didn't interest them. It's like they know they aren't sentient and aren't a threat. When some of the drones clued in I took them out with a rifle. The people in the two detachments have been itching to hit a bigger city. I'll let them know we're going to New York. They'll need transport, a couple of cargo helicopters or airplanes should do it."

All three men shook their heads smiling at how Bucky had come up with a low-tech solution to their delivery methods. Each one shook his hand and patted his shoulder. Bucky went to do his laundry and walked around while he waited for the washing machines and dryers to clean his clothes. He walked past Peter's room and noticed the door was open. Peter was on his computer talking to Ben, Ma and Jade. Staying in the doorway he watched as the four of them visited and Peter filled them in on what had been happening. Peter's spider senses must have alerted him because he looked at Bucky and almost beckoned him to come over. Bucky shook his head and turned away. He wasn't ready, not yet, to talk to Jade.

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Chapter Six:

Does Anyone Know How To Read A Map? Asking For A Friend.

When I woke up the first thing I saw was Nile’s lobster staring into my soul. Nile stopped clinging onto me and spread out toward Bella more.

I don’t know why that makes me sad, but it does.

The lobster crawled closer toward me and put one of its pincers on my hand. Then turned around and crawled back to Nile, leaving me confused and scared.

I noticed Agni staring into the distance, seemingly at nothing in particular.

“Hey, you alright?” My voice must’ve spooked him because he jumped a bit.

“Oh, yeah, I think so, I don’t know, alright doesn’t sound like the correct word but I feel slightly better than I used to.” He said, not turning to me, fidgeting with something in his hands.

I don’t know what to say to that.

“Do you and Bella not get along or-”

“It’s just, complicated, that’s all. We get along out of convenience.” Agni said, in a slightly angry one I wasn’t sure who it was directed toward.

“Okay, then.” I said, not really knowing what I could say and walked away from Agni, a newfound worry on my list.

“Ah, don’t worry about him, I looks like those guys who listen to MCR on repeat!” My godly companion tried to comfort me.

It didn’t work, I still had this pit in my stomach that won’t go away easily.

“Oh hey Jake, j’mornin’-” Nile said sat up in a slumped manner.

I smiled at the sight, “Good morning to you too Nile.”

“Yeah.” He said with a dazed smile.

“Ugh, romance, this early in the morning.” Bella groaned as she stretched.

“What’re you talking about?” Nile groggily asked.

“I’ve got no idea, probably something in her dreams.” She just gave us a weird, angry-ish(?) look. She got up and put on what looked to be a fairy bottle necklace from her back pocket, “And I still don’t know why I have to wear this.” She sighed.

“Oh, I have a feeling you know more than you’re willing to admit.” Agni said but never elaborated upon. Bella looked like she wanted to murder Agni.

Nile pats me on the shoulder, “It’s alright, they’re being friendlier than they used to be to each other. I’ll tell you stuff if they start getting ugly, don’t worry, I remember what it was like in your position.” he said and gave me a reassuring smile that was supposed to make me feel easier about the situation.

Not better, just less stressed about the interaction.

“Yoo-hoo, Peter Parker and Mary Jane, where are we supposed to be headed?” Bella asked as she started eating a granola bar.

“Well, I’m not entirely sure, BUT before you say ANYTHING we aren’t lost!” I say as I take out my fucking literary poem.

“Do I sense some hostility?”

“If you feel bad, give me a better map!” I said and waved it around like a surrender flag.

“Here let me help you,” Nile said as I showed him the madness, “Um Bella-”

“Fucking flibbleflam give it here!” She snatched it from me and Nile and all that bravado went straight out the window when she saw what the map was and looked as lost as we did.

“Oh come on guys, seriously.” Agni sneaked up behind Bella and snatched it away, “Why’d you bring a poem with you?”

“GO ASK THE FUCKING GODS!!!!"

“Wait, what does a ferry have to do with de-” Nile suddenly cut himself off and took the map from Agni and sprinted in every direction until he came back with a rock, then he sat on the ground next to us.

He wrote down the midnoon ferry part and then proceeded to write gods in capital letters next to it and connected the two with a line, then under the god bubble he wrote Greek, then he wrote underneath it Charon, then connected that to the midnoon ferry part. Then above all of that mess wrote: ‘There’s some kind of god or godly being or object that leads to the underworld.’ He then stood up and stepped away from his work. He was breathing as if he ran fifty miles without stopping, he then looked at the map and quietly said sorry and gave it back to me.

“Nile holy shit.” Me, Agni and Bella said.

“What?”

“YOU’RE A GENIUS!!!”

“What?” All three of them said but I ignored Agni and Bella in favor of praising Nile.

“I DON’T ENTIRELY UNDERSTAND YOUR THOUGHT PROCESS BUT I THINK YOU’RE RIGHT!!!” He’s not wrong right?

“No shit he’s correct, why would a midnoon ferry be relevant?”

“Wait, how does Nile even know this?” Agni asked.

“Mythology class baby, while you and your boyfriend did your bullshit, I drowned myself in the lesson to ignore it all!” This is the first time I’ve heard Nile insult someone.

I’m not sure whether I love it or hate it. Agni didn’t seem fond of it, that’s for sure.

“Okay so what ferry’s work at midnoon?” Bella asked.

“Well, if we take a look at that sign over there, Morgan City is five miles from here, so I think we should ask around once we get there.” I said and pointed to the sign.

“Okay troops, let’s march!” Nile said and picked up his lobster as Agni helped me put my blankets in my dufflebag.

“Do you happen to know what the rest of the map means?” I asked NIle.

“No clue."

“Godsdamnit Nile!” Bella whispered to the Heavens.

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Cruel intentions | Chapter fourteenth

summary: you aren't sure why you agreed to a suicide mission by going to a party where everyone hates you. jessica jones gives the fakest smiles and it seems like you're out of practice.

warnings: swearing. a lot. innuendos.

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You weren’t exactly sure why you’d agreed to this. 

And yet, it didn’t stop you as you walked through the main lobby with Peter Parker next to you. The doorman already too familiar with your face simply nodded at you as you entered the elevator, muttering a small thank you before quickly typing the code so you could go up to Harry’s place. Maybe you’d gone mad, you thought as you glanced at Peter, who was frowning at you already. Could he tell how nervous you were?

“Are you okay?” he asked. 

Yeah, he could tell. 

“I’m fine,” you lied with a small smile as you fiddled with the skirt of the little black turtle neck dress that you’d chosen to wear that night with some random boots you’d chosen. 

Harry had assured you it was an intimate affair, nothing too fancy and nothing too big. In Harry’s terms, you knew he meant that it wouldn’t be really intimate because approximately everyone from that circle of New York would be there, along with the inner one. And it would be fancy and big, fucking big. 

“So, these are your friends?” Peter asked softly. 

“No,” you blurted out before realizing that you’d fucked up. 

“Oh,” 

“Well some of them are,” you lied. 

 If they don’t all fucking hate me. 

There was a thing about you with the inner circle. First, you were used to being alone and you enjoyed it, and if you weren’t alone you would be usually spending time along with earth’s mightiest heroes, which often made school seem like something so insignificant that you never really cared about the politics of it all. 

And unknowingly, it was all it took for you to become the unofficial queen of it. As you and Harry became closer though and you grew up, you started to be more aware of that kind of stuff and Harry made you aware of it too. Soon, there was something called the inner circle, which a few people made in. If you were being honest, you liked most of them when you started to hang out with them at lunch or the times that you weren’t stuck in the lab, training, or on a mission. 

And it was fine. You’d make friends and realize that growing up the daughter of a genius, billionaire, playboy, and philanthropist was already attractive, but then inheriting some of Tony’s attitude and intelligence, and how you looked, you were a catch. 

Even more, being an Avenger. 

Which caused some people to want to bring you down a peg, or two. 

Especially, once you’d woken up from your coma and they told you that you were gone as Queen. 

What they didn’t exactly saw coming, was how much of a bitch you became once you weren’t an Avenger no more and with Harry by your side, you became a fucking menace, even to people you’d consider to be close friends. 

Which, only meant you had more enemies (as insignificant as they were to you, in your personal opinion) in your life. At first, you couldn’t give a shit, if you were honest since you started to hang out with far more famous people than them, older than them and way cooler than them; plus, you started to do your side activities which didn’t leave you much time to worry about them. 

If you decided to go out with them though, they barely ever talk to you, either if it was because of a deep resentment since you maybe had crossed them or someone close to them or just because of the sheer fear that they would be the next ones on your list. And you figured it was mostly because you never showed weakness, never. 

But now, entering this night with Peter Parker? It was as if you were wearing a target for your back and as the doors opened on the elevator and some of their glances fell on you and then on Peter, you were aware that you were fucked. 

Within minutes of arriving, you’d walked into a crazy mess of young adults on the colossal and luxurious penthouse that was Harry’s. Not having parents is a great advantage, you recalled him saying once when you’d just finished having a party at 9:00 am a couple of months ago. 

You looked back at Peter for a second and smiled before nudging him to walk with you. He looked good you realized, a bit too good for your liking. His curls were styled so perfectly but also so carelessly as they fell on his forehead in a way that made your heart flutter, he was wearing a black t-shirt that made him look like a fucking action figure, it fitted him nicely in his arms, defining each and every one of his muscles. His freckles were especially pretty that day along with his chocolate eyes that sparkled with some beams of golden. 

And only until then do you realize how much you were thinking of Peter as he glanced at you. 

“You okay?” he asked softly and you nodded with a smile. 

“You’ve asked that a lot Parker,”

Peter smiled. “Just trying to be a gentleman,” he insisted. 

“Then come and dance with me,” you teased, looking at him through your lashes as you took off your long jacket and left the purse at the entrance before lacing your hand in his and pulling him into the dance floor. 

You glanced around the room as people stared up at you, some were doing coke some were drinking and some were practically grinding on each other against a wall. It was a usual party but definitely different from what Peter had invited you. This was excess at its core and you didn’t know if Peter would feel comfortable with it. But he truly didn’t seem to mind, he had a smile plastered on his face as you guided him through the hallways. 

The dance floor was dark-not that dark- but dark enough. You could still see people staring at you wide-eyed as you pulled Peter Parker into the dance floor. You’d almost forgotten how good of a dancer Peter Parker was, you swayed your hips to the beat with Peter following your every move. His hands felt like they were burning through your skin as you pressed up against each other, his palm flat against the small of your lower back -like he’d done it before-and you felt like you were missing a bit of air just by the way the was holding you. Your dress was rather thin to beat the summer New York City heat but it only helped you to feel Peter’s blazing warm chest through his t-shirt. 

 The music felt good. You felt good. He felt good. 

Incredibly good. 

“You look really beautiful tonight,” Peter suddenly whispered. 

And only then did you look up to him and you felt like you were drowning as soon as your gaze linked with his. You could see the tiny flecks of gold in his eyes, he was looking at you with such a softness that you didn’t know what to do and for a moment you thought that you might be losing your balance. You hadn’t drunk anything but you were already feeling drunk on his gaze, he pressed further into you and you couldn’t help but smile a bit as you melted further into his arms. You felt his lips quirking up against your forehead and you felt your cheeks bushing but instead of cursing yourself, you couldn’t help yourself, you simply sighed in contentment. 

This. Whatever this was, it didn’t feel quite real. 

You never got close to anyone. You’d never told anyone other than Harry what you thought about what happened with Tony. You never let anyone get so close to the point that you felt safe with them after what happened. And yet, there you were, you feel as safe in Peter Parker’s arms. There was a small voice in the back of your head that kept trying to break through the surreal haze that was settling around you. Reminding you that this was just a bet, that it was supposed to be a quick fuck, that it was another takedown. 

But as you looked again at Peter, you realized how he was watching you closely, his eyes darting around your features as if trying to read every little thought that passed through your face, you felt naked and you wanted to run and hide from his gaze. Suddenly, they turned on some of the lights, they were too bright and you felt all hot and stuffy all of the sudden. 

“y/n?” Peter asked as you stepped away from him, looking at him with a concerned frown. 

“I,” you whispered, not looking at him. 

Nonetheless, your thoughts were snapped away when you heard a shriek, you turned towards where it was coming from and she was right there. 

Jessica Jones. 

“Hi, girl!” Jessica screamed, loudly, and you winced but you also let out a breath. 

You weren’t happy per se to see Jessica Jones, but you were almost hyperventilating and you appreciated the small distraction, even if it came from her. 

“Hi, Jess,” you replied as she kissed you on each cheek. 

Jessica Jones wasn’t per se the nicest person. In fact, she was one of those people that you were aware wanted to throw you down a peg or two. Jessica was an heiress as well after an awful accident left her an orphan, and a billionaire too. She was then adopted by Dorothy Walker, who Jessica often referred to as the wild bitch of the west.

Maybe it was the abandonment issues she suffered but Jessica often fell in love with everyone she dated, even if it was just for a week.

“I hadn’t seen you in a while,” she stated with a polite smile, a really polite and fake one. 

And you caught up to it immediately. 

“I know!” you replied with just the same smile. “That’s on purpose,” you replied evenly as you watch her eye twitching in annoyance. 

Suddenly, Peter’s chuckles interrupted the stare down and you curse mentally as you recalled that he was right there, at Jessica Jones's mercy. You watch her eyes gleam as she gazed at Peter, you were aware that she wanted to sabotage you right there and then. 

“So, who’s your plus one?” she asked, watching Peter through her lashes as she extended her hand to him. “Jessica Jones,” she said softly while Peter took her hand and smiled at her. 

You rolled your eyes at how she was looking at him. 

“Peter Parker,” he replied politely. 

“Oh, you study in Columbia too?” she asked as she got closer to Peter, while you had to fight yourself to not punch Jessica right there and then. 

“Yeah,” he stated. 

“I hadn’t seen you before, you must’ve met this girl at a party, right?” Jessica suddenly said as she grabbed your shoulder, nails piercing your arm as you bit your lower lip while faking a smile. “When isn’t she getting drunk and ruining people’s lives,”

“You’re so funny Jess!” you replied as fast as you could before taking her hand just as hard as she was holding yours and quickly spinning on your heels. “Peter can you give us a sec?” you asked but you didn’t wait for an answer. 

You dragged Jessica out of the dance floor and pulled her into one of the studios at Harry’s place, quickly screaming at the people who were about to have sex there to scram. Then, you finally closed the door furiously, while your eyes narrowed at Jessica who was watching you nonchalantly. 

“What are you doing?” you snapped at her, glaring at her. 

She chuckled. “What? You can ruin my relationship and I can’t ruin yours?”

Right, you're in a relationship, you thought. 

You pinched the bridge of your nose before actually answering. “I’m not in a relationship and I didn’t ruin yours,” you explained. 

That wasn’t exactly a lie. See, it wasn’t like the whole inner circle didn’t already know that Elijah, Jessica’s boyfriend for two months (which for her was as if they were already married), was fooling around with Harry behind her back. 

You’d just let her know.

Maybe it was because you’d knocked back three Moscow mules and an expresso martini. Yeah, you wanted to think that it was that but you also recalled that Harry had been sweet talking you to bring it up but you’d refused because you knew how Jessica could get if you did. 

Oh, and she got even worse after you spilled it up. 

“Oh, please, you couldn’t help yourself when you brought it up,” she said as she crossed her arms in front of her. 

“I was drunk and anyway I did you a favor,” you scoffed. 

It had been about nine months since it happened and you hadn’t seen Jessica since then. 

“I’m back with Elijah anyway,” she said indignantly and you had to physically bite your tongue to stop from revealing that Harry had been fooling around with Elijah again at the party he’d gone to while you were out with Peter and his friends. “And I won’t let you do anything to us again,”

You rolled your eyes. 

“Jessica, I truly couldn’t care less now. It’s game over,” you stated. 

“It’s not over until I say it is,” she shouted back.

“Then have fun playing with yourself,” you whispered with a smirk as you left the room, but as your eyes scanned the lighted-up dancefloor with people there, you didn’t find Peter. 

And it dawned on you, you realized what they were doing. 

Motherfuckers. 

“You were distracting me, weren’t you?” you scoffed as you bit your inner cheek. 

“You’d been out of the game for a while now, sweetie,” Jessica stated with a smirk before she walked away. 

You narrowed your eyes as you stormed out of the room while people glanced at you. Situations like this were the ones that made you remember why you hated to be in these places so much, why you hated the politics of it all, and why you’d decided to ruin them at one point in your life. You felt a constant fire burning in your chest that would spread through your veins and cause your skin to boil with unspoken emotions that you could never quite place. You were sure it was because of Tony and what happened but as you ran through the party looking for Harry, you knew that it was a loathing that you had against yourself too. 

That loathing was what brought you to this place, to a place where people had resentment festering in their chests because of your actions. You knew that it was self-destructive, to pull people away by hurting them, to isolate, to even fall into a trap that you could’ve seen from miles away. 

And if it had been any other situation, you might’ve let it go. 

But this wasn’t any other situation, this was Peter Parker and a bet that could bring you back to life and you knew you couldn’t fuck it up. 

If there was some scheme going on you knew that Harry knew about it and you had to find him. 

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It's all about experience

AN: And we're about 2/3 of the way through. This is my first time writing for Stephen Strange so I hope that you enjoy. As always when I include Peter, he's aged up.

I’m using dialogue prompts from this post by @nightprompts and they can be found emboldened in the text.

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Pairings: Switch!Reader x Subby!Peter Parker. Switch!Reader x Dom!Stephen Strange

CW: Cuckolding and Age difference, Explicit sexual content, Smidge degradation, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Dirty talk, aged-up Peter Parker, mild Dom/Sub dynamics, mentions of non-monogamy as a valid relationship choice.

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You knew something was up with Peter when he arrived at your dorm. He was acting more anxious and jumpy than usual. It was only after a few drinks and some heavy petting instigated by you, that your genius boyfriend let you know what was on his mind. Between gasps and moans, as you ground down on his lap and tugged on his hair, he finally let his fantasy spill from his lips.

“I want to see you get fucked by another man. An older man. I want to be told you need him cos I’m not good enough.”

A cuckolding kink; not what you were expecting from your angelic looking boyfriend (not to say he was purely vanilla, but still), but it made the rest of your evening even hotter than usual as he fucked into you with abandon as you whispered dirty thoughts in his ear about how this mystery man would fuck you so good, as Peter could only watch…

You forgot about it for a week or so, brushing it off as just a fantasy, a moment between the two of you, until Peter brought it up again.

“I was… wondering… would you do it?”

You pottered around your kitchen, glad your dorm mates were out.

“Do what, Petey-baby?”

“You know… be with an older man. While I watched.”

You stopped in the middle of sorting out the spice cupboard and turned to him. Although you two were currently in a monogamous relationship, it was more out of convention and lack of discussion than any aversion to non-monogamy.

“I haven’t ever really thought about it. Are you saying it’s something you’d be okay with? That you wouldn’t be jealous?”

“I wouldn’t be jealous at all.” He walked over, cupping your face with his hands and pressing his forehead against yours. “It would be hot.”

“Anyone in mind for this fantasy of yours?” You pressed kisses over his jaw, revelling in his little sighs.

“Not really… I mean, one guy springs to mind, but I don’t know if he’d do it and whether you’d…you know…find him attractive.”

Your hands snaked up his t-shirt, and you started to tweak his nipples as you nibbled his lower lip. He rubbed his hips up against you, and you could clearly feel his erection pressing against the zipper of his jeans.

“Tell me, baby. Who do you wanna see fuck me? Who is it you think is going to fuck me better than you? Make me scream? Who has the skill to show me just how pathetic a lover you are?”

“Dr. Strange! Stephen!”

Peter shuddered in your hold as he whined out the name. His head dropped to your shoulder as your hands slid down his body. You smiled to yourself when you realised your sweet boyfriend had cum in his pants…

Extracting yourself from his embrace, you hopped up on the counter, spreading your thighs, pulling your underwear to the side and guiding Peter to where you needed him. As he ate you with abandon, you detailed to him all the ways you’d scream on Stephen’s cock. Peter came again into his hand as you came into his mouth.

A week later, Friday afternoon, you received a text from an unknown number. 

Be ready for me, darling girl. 8pm. I’ll collect you. SS

A shiver ran down your spine and straight into your panties. Were you really going to do this? You couldn’t deny the thought was intensely arousing. Dr. Strange- Stephen- was a very attractive man. And it wasn’t just his physical attributes. You’d met him a few times when he’d popped in via portal to chat to Peter about the odd thing. His general aura of competence, and smugness, borne of the fact he knew he was far above you, nearly everyone in fact, intellectually. 

With Peter, you were the more experienced, normally the ‘aggressor’ in your shared bedroom antics. You knew that wouldn’t be the case with Stephen; he’d be totally in charge, and you found the idea titillating. Would you be able to submit to him? Probably. You shivered again before heading to your bathroom to prepare for your evening.

7.55pm

You paced back and forth in your living room, waiting for your doorbell. You smoothed down your black skirt and straightened the back seam on your stocking, trying to tamp down your nerves. Such was your heightened state that it took you a moment to notice the yellow-gold sparks and put two and two together. Or course he wasn’t going to pick you up in a car. The sparks turned in a circle, which grew in size until it was fully formed.

Stephen stood on the other side, full sorcerer regalia, including his sentient cape, holding his hand with his long tapered fingers towards you. You placed your hand in his and stepped over the portal threshold.

You looked around at the interior of the Sanctum Santorum, the grand staircase, the wall hangings, and large stained glass windows.

“Welcome, darling, to my humble abode.” Stephen’s lips twitched up in a small smirk and you felt the heat rising in your cheeks, at the same time trying to suppress the urge to giggle. That was not you!

He hooked your arm into the crook of his as he led you up the staircase and through the maze of corridors. The lights burned low in their embrasures, casting shadows as you walked. It should have been eerie, but it actually felt intimate.

“So, sweet one, tell me - are you fully onboard with this idea of the Spider-child?”

“Doctor…” He interrupted you with a raised hand.

“Please, call me Stephen.”

“Stephen, then. He’s not a child; he’s 25.” Stephen made a dismissive sound.

“As I said, a mere child.” You raised your eyebrow at him, challengingly

“I’m not that different in age.” 

“Ah, but you have always struck me, in our interactions so far at least, as someone mature beyond their years.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his compliment.

“Well, to answer your question, I am on board with it. If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t be here.”

He paused outside of a pair of double doors, letting go of your arm to open the door and usher you through.

“A feisty little thing, aren’t you? Well, you can change your mind at any time. Just say…..let’s see…” He tapped his index finger against his lips. “Just say ‘webspinner’.”

You couldn’t hold back your giggle this time as you walked into the Doctor’s chambers. 

A large, four-poster bed was central in the room, dark red curtains tied back. And there, in the corner, in an armchair was Peter. His arms lay on top of those of the chair, hands gripping the ends in anticipation. His eyes met with yours, and he shot you a small smile before your focus was pulled back to Stephen by his hand on your chin.

“Eyes on me, darling girl. Ignore him now. He’s insignificant, and I’m going to prove it to you.” 

His hand slid up to cup your face, and you could feel the spiderweb-like scars on it. His thumb brushed over your cheek and you looked up into his ice-blue eyes. They were hypnotising. Your own hand raised up and brushed over the greying hair at his temples.

“You are a very handsome man, Stephen.”

“And you are a very beautiful, very alluring young lady.”

“Shut up and kiss me already.” Your voice was barely louder than a whisper but laden with desire.

He smiled as he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, gentle at first, but as you wound your arms around his neck, he kissed you harder. His free hand slid around your waist, drawing you closer. His beard and moustache tickled your face, a strange and unfamiliar feeling.

You didn’t know if it was just him or because of the whole situation, but your arousal built quickly, with you kissing him back just as ferociously as he was kissing you. You didn’t notice that he was moving the pair of you until he suddenly sat down on the edge of his bed, drawing you down with him to straddle his lap. Your short skirt rode up, exposing the top of your stockings, and you heard moans in stereo; from Peter in the corner where he had a view of your skirt fabric tightening across the ample globes of your ass, and from Stephen when he caught sight of the strip of flesh bared between the stocking tops and you rucked up skirt.

“Like what you see?” You whispered against his mouth, drawing his lower lip between your teeth and giving it a slight nip. His hands ran up your back, caressing you through the thin material of your top, and he chuckled.

“You are a naughty girl, aren’t you?”

You ground lightly on his lap and tilted your head to the side coquettishly.

“And do you like a naughty girl, Stephen?”

“Mmm, very much indeed.”

He rolled the pair of you then so that you were flat on your back on his opulent bed, his slim hips situated between your thighs, your skirt now doing duty as a belt. Stephen ran his hands up and down your legs, feeling the silkiness of your stockings and the softness of your skin before they inched up to take hold of your skirt and peel it down your body. He discarded it somewhere over his shoulder theatrically, and you giggled.

He pushed your top up slightly to bare your soft navel and pressed his face into it, his lips kissing gently nipping. He made his way upwards, pushing at the fabric as he went, until you grasped it yourself and tore it over your head, throwing it away with the same abandon he’d shown your skirt.

“Does Peter ever make you feel this way, darling girl? Like a work of art ready to be worshipped?

“No…”

“He makes you do all the work, I bet. Waiting on you to tell him where to touch…” His hands skimmed over your lace-covered breasts. “Where to kiss…” He sucked one pebbled nipple into his mouth through the fabric, and you gasped at the sensation. “But don’t worry. I know what I’m doing. Just leave it all to me, sweet girl.”

His mouth returned to your breast, his hand cupping your panty-covered mound, applying just a small amount of pressure. He teased you like that for what felt like an age, moving back and forth between your breasts until your chest was heaving and his hair was a mess from where you’d been tugging on it.

You tried to sit up, but he gently pushed you back down. 

“Relax…”

Staring up at him, you watched as he carefully divested himself of his clothing. First the cloak, which flew off to another corner of the room as doom as Stephen snapped open the clasp. Next was his blue leather top, which he pulled off over his head.

You were biting your lower lip as he undid his pants, pushing them down to his ankles. His body was lean and toned. Dark hair dusted his chest before coming together in a thicker line that led down into his straining underwear. Your eyes widened slightly. Fuck!

Kicking his pants away, he crawled back over you. Your hands roamed over his chest and his arms, tracing his other battle scars. He may be powerful, but he didn’t heal like Peter, despite the magic he wielded. But there was definitely something alluring about a body that had experienced life, that had lost some of its smoothness and softness.

“Are you ready to continue, darling?”

His lips trailed across your collarbone, intermittently sucking harshly before laving the spot with his tongue.

“Please!”

Stephen drew the straps of your bra down your arms with a gentle touch before one hand snuck behind your back to undo the clasp. Then, just as carefully, he peeled your panties down, leaving you clad only in your stockings and heels.

With his head level with your sex, he smiled before blowing gently over the sensitive skin. You shuddered and let out a moan.

“Just think, dear one. I’ve barely started with you, but I’m guessing it would be all over with Peter by now. Let me show you what you’ve been missing out on…”

Without taking his eyes off you, he leant forwards, nuzzling his way between your folds before licking a stripe up you. You groaned deep in your throat, your back arching as you surrendered to the pleasure. Your hands tangled in the coverlet of the large bed, red and gold fibres twisting under your assault.

You’d admit you’d been sceptical about how different sex with Stephen would be - it wasn’t as though Peter didn’t know what he was doing or couldn’t take instruction, but what you were experiencing now, this was the touch of experience. He teased you, touched you, gently. He was carefully and fully learning you, learning what you liked and what you didn’t, without any input from you other than the trembling of your thighs and the soft needy sounds falling from your lips. He traced you and tasted you, building you up slowly. His hands, that helped him channel such power, caressed the skin of your inner thighs, every so often brushing against the edges of your folds.

Your orgasm crept up on you, building and building gently and easily until it washed over you like a summer breeze, carrying you high as you cried out and then swaying back down to the here and now.

“Oh, fuck!”

You stared up at the swags of fabric covering the top of the bed, sucking in deep breaths. Stephen moved over you again, and you pulled his face to yours, kissing him deeply and moaning as you tasted him on your lips. 

“More, darling girl?”

“Yes. Fuck me, Stephen. Please!” 

His cock brushed up against your thigh, and you reached down between you to clasp it in your hand, feel its length, girth and weight, and you moaned as you thought about how it would feel inside you. You stroked it, teasing a pearl of pre-cum out of the tip and smearing it over his head.

“Then come here…” His arms wrapped around your waist, and he pulled you up onto his lap. He was sitting back on the edge of the bed, but this time you were facing the other way around, your back to Stephen’s front, his cock wedged up between you. As you looked forwards from your perch, your eyes met Peters. He was staring at you, lust clearly etched over his face, his arousal evident. Stephen’s arms wrapped around you, one caressing your breast and teasing the nipple back to a point, and the other pushed your thighs apart, baring your glistening pussy to your boyfriend. Your head rolled back onto his shoulder, and the sorcerer whispered into your ear. 

“Ride me, dear one. Take my cock, slide it into this pretty pussy of yours and take what you want. Show your pathetic excuse for a boyfriend how a real man can please a woman.”

Peter whined, and you sighed as you rolled your hips, rubbing your clit up against Stephen’s fingers.

“Come on, sweetheart…” He was almost purring, and when he nipped your earlobe you squeaked. Planting your feet on the floor and one hand on his knees, you raised yourself up, reaching between your thighs for his length. You swirled his tip around your folds, mixing his juices with yours. The hand on your breast moved up your body, resting lightly around your neck.

“Stop teasing…” His fingers pressed, slightly making you gasp.

You sank down.

“Oh God!” Your eyes rolled back into your head as Stephen filled you. How could one cock feel so different from another? Peering out from under your eyelids, you saw that Peter had leaned forwards, eyes trained on where you were being stretched wide. 

You made a tentative movement, lifting up slightly and then sinking back down, taking more of Stephen’s cock inside you. He hissed in your ear, and although you couldn’t see his face, you imagined that he was struggling with the sensations as well.

“How does it feel, darling girl? How does it feel to be fucking an older man while your boyfriend watches?”

“Good. So very good.” Your breath hitched as you moved again, riding Stephen harder, faster.

“Tell me. Tell me how I’m making you feel.”  His lips and facial hair tickled your neck as he kissed you, returning to pluck and pinch at your nipples as your breasts bounced and to swirl the fingers of his other hand around your clit.

“I…I feel so full. And– and so sensual. Desirable.” You sucked in a stuttered breath as you moved up and down. “I like that he’s watching me. Seeing how another man wants me. Can please me. It feels amazing. Oh!” 

Your second orgasm was fast approaching, and you knew it wouldn’t be as gentle as your first. Stephen’s cock was brushing over that sweet spot inside you, and the sheer eroticism of what you were doing was setting you aflame.

“Fuck! Stephen! Keep touching me, please. Oh God! Gonna cum. Gonna…”

Your body tensed as pleasure ripped through you like lightning, and you screamed. Without warning, Stephen rolled you both again so you were on all fours on the bed, and he was standing on the floor behind you. His hands gripped your hips, his fingers digging into the supple flesh, and he started to fuck into you with abandon.

“Could he do this? Could that pathetic boy bring you this much pleasure? You need a man to slake your appetites, keep you satisfied. Maybe I’ll keep you? Turn you into my cumslut to fuck whenever I feel the urge. Take pictures of your beautiful face in the throws of ecstasy and send them to Peter?”

His words were a litany of filth, painting an erotic image in your brain of you lying fucked out and sated within these very sheets.

You came again, an explosive pleasure that stole the breath from your lungs. You felt wetness between your legs, and you realised you’d squirted for the first time.

“Yes!” Stephen growled in your ear before he was groaning out his own pleasure, pumping you full of his cum, bearing you down to lie flat on the bed as he continued to thrust into your pussy. You were aware of a small cry from the other side of the room, one that signalled Peter reaching his own orgasm as he watched the pair of you.

For the next few minutes, the only sound in the room was that of three sets of lungs breathing heavily. Your eyes were closed, and you were warm from where Stephen lay half on top of you. When you heard a strange flapping noise you opened one eye to see the cloak hovering in front of you bearing a damp washcloth. You smiled and took the proffered item, feeling a bit silly when you muttered a quick ‘thanks’ under your breath.

Sitting up to clean yourself off, you started to feel slightly self-conscious. What was the etiquette now? Stephen shifted behind you, dropped a soft kiss to your shoulder and slipped off the bed, pottering around the room, out of your peripheral vision. Peter appeared in front of you, crouching down by the side of the bed.

“Are you okay, baby?”

“I’m fine, Peter. It was…good. I hope that’s okay with you?”

He grinned at you, his boyish features alight.

“More than okay. I can’t wait to get you home.” You chuckled at his enthusiasm. You were sure that he was still half-hard inside his damp jeans.

“Calm it, you crazy kids.” Stephen was dressed now, or at least partially, and the cloak had your clothes gathered up, depositing them into your grasp. “Let’s get you two home.”

He started to move his hand in a circle, opening a portal from his room directly into yours. When it was stable he took your hand in his and dropped a small kiss to your knuckles.

“I had a wonderful time, darling girl. If the pair of you ever want to repeat this, I would be more than happy to oblige.” You felt the heat spreading up your throat and across your cheeks at his statement. “Oh, and Peter - treat this young lady right. I haven’t decided if I was entirely joking when I talked about stealing her from you.”

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[brawltogethernow]

I was told to forward the following question to you:

Spider-Man as a Girl Genius spark. Like, still in comics-canonical universe (earth 616?) when it comes to things like, geography, available technology, history, other characters, etc. But THIS ONE SPECIFIC PERSON is a Europa-grade Madboy.

What happens?

I really thought about this, but I have to call that it would be...exactly the same. Peter is basically already a Spark, it's just he's like Othar in that science is not his main schtick so it's easy to get distracted from it. But yeah he bitterly vows to show them, show them all!!!! in his first appearance in Amazing Fantasy 15:

Then he invents the webshooters out of like, chemical odds and ends he had lying around? Because he feels like having a coherent aesthetic?? And follows this with a "So they laughed at me, eh?"

And then he just stays like that, raving to empty rooms that he's going to cure radiation poisoning for daring to look at his aunt funny in ASM 32,

testing mysterious glowing tinctures he planned out on the back of his math 201 homework and mocked up in his shared apartment on himself in ASM 100,

and vowing gory, creative revenge on people. (ASM 121)

Ho hum, who does this remind me of.

He's literally just already like this. The yellow shit he drinks straight out of the test tube gives him six arms, by the way. He accidentally gave himself six arms and had to do more dubious science to get them off.

Peter could have been a background inmate in Castle Heterodyne and blended in perfectly. Also every time he calls it a potion I experience a kind of soul-deep static sting.

All the science guys in 616 who primarily identify as science guys are driven to fucking distraction by this by the way. (Idk what issue this is; that's Hank Pym though.)

All these independently wealthy men with real labs are trying their absolute best and Peter is just gluing shit together in the "lab" he set up at the kitchen table, selling photo books to make a living and refusing to ever get a real science job for more than one month. He's taking boobytrapped gifts from Tony Stark apart on his living room floor and coding back doors into them while his wife leans on him reading out loud from scripts she's memorizing.

So like, the only differences might be that he would

rant even more verbosely

be easier to distract fully with cool tech

and as it is he's already got a below-Tarvek ability to keep his cool and roll the crazy back and is barely above Agatha and Gil at analyzing science on the fly without losing the thread of what's going on around him. So actually the only difference here is I don't think Peter Parker has enjoyed himself as much as a Spark with a knotty problem once in his entire life except maybe in bed. I suspect he might have allowed himself this in some of the multiple canonical alternate universes where he experimented on himself, turned into a giant monster, and had to be put down. I cannot overstate that there are several of these developed independently from each other.

[underburningstars]

M.J made some cute designs for peter (cute and sexy clothes). Peter unintentionally shows it off to Tony.

on ao3

Peter's Clothes

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Pairing : Tony Stark/Peter Parker

Tags : Peter is a little shit, Tony is suffering, first kiss, marriage, lots of fluff

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It took five days. Only five days of Peter wearing slightly different clothes to snap the self control Tony had maintained for seven years. Was Tony ashamed? Absolutely not.

DAY 1

Tony was waiting for Peter in the lab. The boy had said he wanted to discuss some upgrades for his suit and Tony was tinkering around while waiting.

It had been a while since he last saw Peter. The boy, who wasn't much of a boy anymore as he was a man, was doing his post-grad and between studying and patrols, their time time together had been rare and far in between.

Tony missed him. It was something he could admit to. At least, in his own mind, where no one else could hear him. So was looking forward to resuming their bi-monthly lab meet ups.

"Boss, Peter is here." Tony turned to greet Peter as he entered but all thoughts left his mind when he saw what Peter was wearing.

It wasn't anything racy. But Peter, who always wore clothes two sizes bigger was smiling at him in a soft beige sweatshirt and black short shorts. The sigh of Peter's milky thighs fried his brain a bit.

"New style Parker?" Tony gave himself an imaginary pat on the back for making his voice sound casual.

"Oh, yeah." Peter blushed slightly and Tony was suddenly hit with the thought that Peter was most probably the type who got a full body blush and he should really get his mind out of the gutter. Fuck. "MJ thought I should upgrade my wardrobe. She designed it all for me." Peter twirled a bit and yep time to go back to work before he had a very awkward problem in his pants.

"Looks good Pete." Tony didn't look at Peter while saying it, suddenly finding the hologram in front of him very interesting. Peter didn't seem to think anything was wrong and started talking to him about the suit upgrades.

By the end of the session, he did have a awkward problem in his pants but thankfully Peter didn't notice.

DAY 2

Before the next lab session, Tony had given himself long pep talks and had tried his best to mentally prepare himself.

He kept repeating on his mind that Peter was his mentee and after controlling himself for long seven years, he can't slip now. He had maintained self control for so long and he could still do it. He'd get used to Peter's clothing change in no time.

All that pep talk turned to dust the moment Peter stepped inside the lab.

He was wearing shorts again but instead of a sweatshirt, he was wearing a sleeveless tee. His biceps flexed each time he moved his arms and all Tony could think about was tying those arms on his bed's headrest.

Needless to say, he didn't get any work done that day.

DAY 3

Tony wanted to say that he was used to Peter's clothes by now. But that sounded like absolute bullshit even in his own head.

Because the way those tiny overalls hugged Peter's thighs made him want to see them marked with hickies and stubble burn, feel them quivering under his fingertips.

For a moment, Tony had thought that maybe Peter was doing this on purpose. To entice him. He wasn't completely unaware of the raging crush Peter had on him during his teenage days.

Nir is he unaware of the fond looks Peter occasionally directs at him.

But Peter always looks completely oblivious to Tony's feelings. So he rules that possibility out.

DAY 4

Peter's wearing stockings. And Tony's apparently genius mind can't seem to process anything more than that.

The waistband of his stockings reach above his jeans and Tony can see the fishnet pattern clearly.

The can also see how it looks on Peter through the small rips on the jeans. Peter has a nice ass. A very nice ass actually. But the way those jeans are hugging his bottoms are definitely illegal.

His hands are shaking trying to stop himself from bending Peter over the desk. But god, he wants to.

He wants to push Peter down on his knees and fuck that soft, pink mouth. He wants to bend Peter over and rip those jeans off him. To spank him until his sobbing with every breath.

He also wants to lay Peter down on his bed. Open him up until he's sloppy and desperate. He wants to kiss every single inch of that soft skin. He wants Peter trembling under his hands.

He wants so much that he finds himself aching in a way that makes it hard to breathe.

DAY 5

This is the day Tony's patience snaps.

He pulls Peter closer by the chains that attach from his tee to shorts and kisses him. Peter doesn't even hesitate to kiss back.

He backs Peter up until his lower back hits the desk and hauls Peter up on it. Peter's thighs spread automatically and Tony steps between them.

They pull apart when the need to breathe becomes too much.

He flattens his plans on both sides of Peter's hips and rest his head on Peter's shoulder. Tony turns his head a bit and looks at Peter, "Pete, you're driving me insane."

Peter, that little shit, grins down at him and winks at him, "That was the plan."

All Tony can do is laugh.

DAY 6 (BONUS)

During their ten years of relationship, to y had lost count on how many times Peter had taken his breath away.

But nothing can compare to how beautiful Peter looks as he smiles at Tony, saying 'I do'.

[yourmcu]

Forgotten (CONTINUED VERSION)

Pairings: Tony Stark x daughter!reader, Peter Parker x Stark!reader (platonic)

Request:

Hello i love your story could you do angsty tony x daughter reader. Wherein the reader has a twin brother and Tony and the avengers prefer the twin brother and becaus of that, the reader became rebel and badass. She always getting trouble and almost drop out student. The avengers and her father were seem disappointed and dont know what to do. Not until the reader involve into car accident and she's critical injured. The reader also slipped to coma. Everyone is devastated about the reader conditione. And they realized that the reader only rebel because she wants to get attention from them. It depends to you what the end come, I just want a full angst this week and I hope you dont mind my English. Anyway I hope your alright.

A/n: y’all wanted it, I finished it :)

Word count: 3,984

(more notes at the end!)

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort? bad writing of an anxiety attack, accident, knife, hospitals

read it on ao3!

gif not mine! credits to the owner^^

Being a genius/billionaire/superhero’s kid doesn’t always sound nice like it usually does.

You were one of the Stark twins, the other half being your brother, Ethan.

The both of you showed signs that you inherited the commonly known Stark trait (intelligence) at a young age. But Tony mostly focused on his son, showing him all his inventions and gadgets, teaching him everything he knew while you on the other hand, were being babysat by Happy or Pepper, sometimes Rhodey.

You tried so hard to get your father’s attention but he always had his excuses:

“I don’t have time for that.”

“I’m busy with Ethan right now.”

“Maybe later.”

At first you didn’t mind if your brother got all the praise and attention. It wasn’t until your mid-teens that you really started to feel left out and ignored.

You were left to frown when the other Avengers never found anything interesting about you, just like Tony did. They all liked Ethan better. The topic of him being the next Iron Man when Tony retires is getting exhausting.

There was this one time when Tony announced that they were all going out to dinner since Ethan got, yet again, a full set of A’s on his report card.

“Did you get my card?” You tapped on Tony’s shoulder lightly.

He gave you a side glance, “ah shoot, I forgot. I’ll go get it tomorrow.” Then returned his attention to your brother.

But he ended up forgetting again the next day and you had to convince your teacher to give it to you instead. Your marks had A’s, but littered with B’s as well, of course that was no match for your brother’s perfect marks.

And that sort of scenario wasn’t just a one time thing, Tony forgets to pick up your report card every. single. time. The messed up part was you and Ethan literally attended the same school, he was just in a more advanced class than you.

As time passed, Tony went from ignoring you to getting annoyed and pissed at you for everything you did. In his eyes, you were always in the wrong. And the reason? You didn’t know.

“Dad? Can I borrow Bruce for a minute?” You knocked on the glass door of his lab to get him to look up.

He didn’t, but responded, “kinda busy with him right now.”

You looked at your fractured arm, regretting your decisions. “W-well, Ethan was training with Nat, and... and he wanted to try the new moves he learned on me. He went a little hard and - I think my arm’s broken, I just wanted Bruce to check it out-”

“Goddammit!” He shouted after you heard a glass shatter. Bruce covered his face with palms, muttering an ‘oh no’.

Tony glared at you, striding to where you were standing. All that was left for you to do was to brace yourself for what was about to come. “See, this is why we never let you do anything with the team,” he spat. “That right there?”-he pointed to your arm-“that’s on you. Things go wrong because you’re in the way!”

“I’m... I’m sorry-”

“Just get out of here.”

Your arm remained untreated after that.

Then Peter Parker came into the picture. Friendly guy, he was actually nice to you. Him and Ethan got along right away when Tony first recruited him. The fact that he treated Peter better than you made you even more miserable. It made you think he never wanted a daughter in the first place.

You first met Peter when he accidentally entered your room without warning, thinking it was the bathroom. Cliche, but that’s what happened.

“It’s on the first door to your other left,” you stated.

“Yeah, yeah okay, thanks,” he turned around to leave but stopped to look at you again. “I’m Peter Parker, by the way.”

“Y/N Stark.”

Peter’s eyes lit up at your last name. “I... I didn’t know Mr. Stark had a daughter - no offense! It’s just-”

You sighed and waved him off. He didn’t even notice the similarities you had with your twin. “It’s fine. I get that a lot.”

After many events of being, to be blunt, treated like shit, you finally had enough. You neglected your studies, only went to school when you felt like it (which was rare). No one cared your grades anyway, so what’s the point? You became a whole new person, you surrounded yourself with the wrong sort of people, causing you to dabble into smoking and alcohol.

Since you were always in trouble, you could recite Cap’s detention speech at school by heart now.

The principal of your school wanted to see Tony to talk about your behavior. Normally he’d make an excuse not to go if it wasn’t that important but he got flooded with messages from the school, so he couldn’t say no.

You had your legs crossed, sitting across from Tony who had his eyebrows furrowed as he listened to the principal. For some reason you didn’t feel nervous. “Y/N barely attends her classes. I’ve seen every attendance. Are you aware of this, Mr. Stark?”

Tony only maintained his usual relaxed posture and avoided your gaze.

“Some students have also seen her smoke in school grounds. We gave her a few weeks suspension for it, but it doesn’t look like she’s learned her lesson.” They pulled out a couple boxes of cigarettes from the desk drawer. “We found these in her locker.”

“You went into my locker?” You shot up from your seat. “You can’t just do that!”

Tony cleared his throat and got up, gripping your wrist. “I’ll take it from here - will that be all?”

On the way out he doesn’t say a word to you, only that his grip on your wrist got tight as you near the car.

“So,” he started the car. His voice was calm, but it screamed that you were in deep trouble. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

You sighed and slouched in the passenger’s seat, crossing your arms. “I’m... sorry you had to know...?”

“Yeah, I’m just gonna be honest with you here,” Tony still doesn’t look at you. “When I found out I had two kids, I got worried about Ethan.”

You let out a snort. Of course he would.

“I didn’t want him ending up like me. But surprise surprise, my daughter did instead.”

“I’m not ‘ending up’ like you, Dad-”

“Then what do you call - this,” he referred to you. “What, you’re just gonna waste your life, drop out of school? You’re a fucking mess, Y/N, and here I thought I raised you right. Sometimes I think: why can’t you just be like your brother?” He had a hard grip on the steering wheel as he drove, the way he spoke affected the speed of the car greatly.

You opened your mouth to speak but you couldn’t fine the exact words you wanted to say. “I... well, I’m sorry I’m not a goody two shoes like him!”

“That’s not what I-”

“Please, that’s exactly what you meant.”

He scoffed, shaking his head. “Look, I’m grounding you until you pull yourself together, understand?” And he did. He gave new orders to Friday when the both of you got home. You weren’t allowed to leave the compound without Tony’s permission.

Were you giving up that easily? Of course not.

You were on your laptop for the rest of the day, hacking into Friday’s system, the security to the elevator and the entrance. That night, your executed your plan and everything went smoothly.

“This is why you never underestimate me,” you sighed, deactivating the hack once you were out of the building.

Your friend who was picking you up was already waiting a few blocks away from the compound. “I hope you’re cool with me staying over for a couple days.”

“If a bunch of Avengers come and destroy my place to look for you, I’m not going to be friends with you anymore.”

You laughed at out, “oh trust me, they don’t care.”

----

The next day no one noticed your absence, nobody did for another two days. Tony just assumed you were mad about your punishment, so he didn’t think of it much.

Not until Peter came to the compound on the third day, wanting to hang out with you.

“Whatcha got there, Pete?” Ethan asked.

“Star Wars movies. I wanna watch them with Y/N - she could use some company, don’t you think?”

The older Stark twin shrugged, “yeah, I guess she could.”

Peter then headed to the elevator and stopped at the floor where your room was. He knocked on your door and waited a bit, after a few minutes of silence he knocked again, still nothing.

“Y/N? Is it okay if I come in?” He called out. No response. He hesitated a bit, for all he knew you were probably changing or something, or you could be in danger. He went to open the door anyway. “I’m coming in, I’ll close my eyes just to be-”

To Peter’s surprise, your room was empty.

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You were at a 711 parking lot, waiting for your friends who were buying supplies for a house party. You gave them your wallet, not really caring about anything anymore. Your phone was starting to pile up with messages and missed calls from Tony, Edward and Peter, occasionally from the others as you scrolled pass more.

Without thinking you threw your phone to the ground, cracking the screen, breaking it completely. They’d be able to track you through it now that they know you ran away. You really had no intention of coming back. You weren’t wanted, what’s the point of going back?It’s early but you’ve had a few drinks already. You weren’t sure if breaking your phone was a good idea but there’s one thing you’re sure: you didn’t care anymore.

You didn’t have to turn your head to see who just arrived and ambushed your friends inside the store. They ran out and left you behind. The sound of webs coming out of his shooters was enough for you to tell.

“You shouldn’t be here, Peter,” you sighed defeatedly.

Peter gently took a seat next to you, not removing his mask since you were in public and handed your wallet back. “I don’t understand why you left.”

He took in your awful state. His suit scanned how intoxicated you were, estimated how many cigarette packets you’ve had. His frown deepened at the information.

“I care about you. We all do. Mr. Stark’s not going to stop the search party until you come home.”

You rolled your eyes at the term. “Stupid search party – pathetic – I’m not coming home anymore, Pete-” you slurred and tried to get up but stumbled back, almost twisting your ankle but fell to Peter’s side. “Ow.”

He sighed, struggling to get ahold of you since you always pulled away.

“Stop being so stubborn, okay?”

“If you don’t like my stubborn fucking ass then maybe you should just leave,” you stated. “I’m not wanted there. I got the message. I didn’t run away just to be fucking found.”

Peter stared at you for a moment. He didn’t know why you got grounded in the first place, how you got here and why you didn’t want to go back home. There was something off in the father-daughter relationship, he knew that, but it was news to him that it was that bad. That bad for you to waste your life, to run away. He always thought Mr. Stark was an awesome parent, the way he was treating Ethan, and him…

“It’s unfair,” you ranted. “God, if you only knew how pathetic I feel whenever he tells me off. I’m always annoying to him - not just to him, to the whole team, I’m always wrong in everything I do and it’s honestly tiring? What the fuck do I have to do just to feel loved and wanted?”

You went on rambling while Peter tried to comfort and deny every negative thing that came out of your mouth. He didn’t believe any of it, but the way everyone’s been treating you. He hated that he didn’t notice sooner. He could’ve defended you.

“I have nothing against you, I really don’t,” you sighed. “But you should be grateful they’re treating you perfectly.” You got up and strode to the opposite direction, mentally cursing because your friends ditched you and you has nowhere to go, phone destroyed and everything.

But you were staying true to your word: you didn’t have any plans to go back to the compound. You were going to figure your life out on your own.

“Y/N, I… I’m not leaving you alone out here!”

You were so fed up of the spider-ling. How good he was, how perfect, how Tony clearly wanted him more than you, how he always wanted to do the right thing, because none of you expected what happened next when he went to grab your shoulder. The action was so sudden that it Peter didn’t have time to avoid it.

Knife, shoulder, really deep.

Maybe it was just how wasted you were, because he knew you would never do anything like that.

“You’re really annoying, Parker,” you muttered, not wasting any more time watching him stumble out of shock and pain, sprinting across the streets.

With his uninjured arm, he shot webs while trying to pull the knife (the blade wasn’t even visible anymore on how deep it was) out of his shoulder. There was a loud bang, and Peter never sprinted so fast in his life, not caring less about the pain and blood, because what mattered most was your safety. When he got there, you were far from safe.

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A week went by. And during those seven days Tony was on edge, I mean, how can be calm at a time like that?

Peter managed to show up at the compound the same night, breathless and shaky. His state made everyone worried but he wasted no time telling Tony what happened. He got you to the hospital, making sure you were being sorted out right before leaving to break the news.

Tony didn’t think twice and went to the hospital where you were admitted, not listening to Peter’s apologies and leaving Steve to sort everyone out on what they should do.

They didn’t expect you to show signs of waking up after only a week since the accident got you mangled up, it was mostly a blow to the head and as expected, you slipped into a coma.

Right, what happened: an awful timing really, not sure if Peter’s the one to blame but he accidentally stuck you to the ground with his webs, and it just so happened a car was driving at a fast speed – there you go.

Tony made sure you got the best treatment possible. He even went and asked Strange if he could do all the surgeries needed, but he declined, claiming he couldn’t anymore despite the sympathy he felt inside. Instead he asked the best doctors he knew, but still helped out sometimes in any way he could.

You took a breath, trying to open your eyes but the blinding lights of your room and them almost feeling as if they were glued shut from not being open for so long prevented you. You also tried moving your hands, only to feel a warm one rest on top of it, you finally opened your eyes.

“You’re awake,” Tony mumbled, rubbing a thumb on the back of your palm soothingly. “You’re awake and you’re okay.”

“Mr. Stark?” Peter called out, spotting his mentor sitting outside the room where they were doing the final surgery on you. It was his first time visiting, seeing as the knife wound was worse than he thought. “I’m so sorry, I-“

“What happened?” Was the only thing Tony said, not looking up to look at the kid. Peter stood there for a moment but told him everything that happened.

After that and after he made sure you were okay, resting in your room and everything, he let Natasha look after you for the night and headed back to the compound.

The kid would never lie to him but he had to see it all for himself. The Spider-Man suit caught everything through the baby monitor protocol. From when he arrived to the convenient store, when you told him countless of times that you weren’t coming back, and when your drunk self ranted about what you felt.

“What the fuck do I have to do just to feel loved and wanted?”

“He seemed to like both of us equally when we were younger,” you sniffled. “Of course he would, but… my brother just turned out to be special and talented and,” you frowned, “he’s all Tony ever wanted for a kid. Maybe I reminded him of the chick he fucked, I don’t know – must be it, right?”

“Y/N, you’re just as special as-” Peter tried to reason but you threw him a glare. Tony could see the pain and heartbreak in your bloodshot, tired eyes. One that said you didn’t want to hear anything like it anymore. You didn’t want to believe it.

“The thing is, they only want you when you’re gone. Missing. Dead,” you shrugged. “I can take a hint, you know? My only family hates me. My only family doesn’t want me. Now you – all of them – are looking for me… why?” Peter flinched at the loudness of your voice. You truly were broken.

Tony fast forwarded, it didn’t clearly show how you got hit, but he had enough anyway. He wanted to make things right with you. He could only hope that you make pass this, hoping that you’ll let him make it up to you.

“It’s not too late, you know,” Steve said from the entrance to his lab. “Y/N is strong. She’ll make it.”

“Why am I not dead?” You croaked, looking at your father with an anxious expression. You letting out another shaky breath as you struggled to move and look around. “I should be dead. Why am I here-”

“Take it easy-”

“Don’t you understand?” You felt your throat aching, breath quickening. “I don’t want to be here!”

“No, you’re okay. Y/N you’re okay,” Tony tried to calm you down when he saw the lines in your heart monitor go up and down in rapid pace. 

“I’m not - no I’m not - not okay,” you struggled to let out. It felt like you were choking on your own breath, getting harder and harder to breathe by the minute, soon tears started to prick your eyes. “I don’t want to be here!”

“Tony, what's going on?” Steve bursted into the room with an alarmed but calm expression.

“Call Strange. Anyone.” He told the captain but his eyes never left you. He rubbed a part of your arm that wasn’t injured soothingly in attempt to calm you down. “Just breathe for me, okay? I’m here and you’re okay.”

Something about the softness and encouraging look in his eyes made you nod eventually and follow his breathing patterns. He held a glass of water for you to drink, holding your struggling hand softly to get it out of the way.

He’s never looked at you like that before.

Most of the time he ignored you, most of the time he looked at you at anger or annoyance when you’ve fucked something up.

“There we go, we okay now?” You looked away and nodded lightly. That was enough for him. Tony wanted to let you know how sorry he was so bad, but thought against it, at least for now. He was scared you might start freaking out again.

Stephen entered the room with the doctor, the other Avengers following closely behind. The amount of people in the room overwhelmed you a bit, but you were strangely calm because of how your father’s acting. Soft and caring, it made you feel safe.

Both doctors concluded that you had some sort of amnesia. In English, your past memories were blotchy, all of them even from your childhood. Again because of the blow to the head it was already expected. But you remembered the recent ones clearly, which was the reason why you avoided looking at Peter and his patched up arm.

Which also meant it was possible you didn’t remember all of the pain you felt concerning your family. It was unfair on your part.

Strange insisted that you stay a few more days, or one more week, just to run tests and make sure you get enough medicine and stuff.

They decided to see how bad your memory loss was.

“I did that to you,” you still refused to look at Peter completely. “I’m sorry, Peter.”

“I’m just glad you’re okay.” Peter gave you a smile.

You moved to the next person. Red hair, seemed to give off a friendly but civil nature. “Natasha? You’re Natasha.”

The Russian merely smiled and crossed her arms.

“Steve,” you stated, moving to the next person. “You always read old books in the kitchen.”

Steve chuckled, nodding to confirm.

“Ethan,” you smiled as you looked at your twin. He gave you a small wave even if he felt as guilty as Tony about everything even if he wasn’t the one to blame.

You stared longer at the next person, almost shoulder length dark brown hair, he’s wearing a jacket to cover his metal arm but you knew it was still there.

“Ducky?”

Peter let out a giggle, so did you brother.

“It’s Bucky, doll,” Bucky smiled, covering his face with his hand to suppress a chuckle as the rest laughed.

“Oh, right, I’m sorry,” you let out a weak giggle yourself.

You meet Tony’s eyes again, the softness still there.

“Dad,” you stated. “You’re my dad. Tony.”

No, you didn’t completely forget how he treated you. You knew he was annoyed with you, which lead you to think that you did something that made him act that way. “Am I bad?”

Tony’s hopeful expression dimmed. “What do you mean, sweetheart?”

You shrugged. “You’re mad at me, I just… I guess it’s just not clear on why.”

Steve thought it would be best for everyone to head out for a bit so he ushered everyone out of the room except for your brother who took a seat at the corner.

“About that, it’s about time we talked, yeah?” Tony sat on a chair backwards beside your bed. It made you nervous, but you were reassured. “You’re not in trouble, don’t worry.”

He exhaled, resting an arm on the top rail. “You deserve so much better. I should’ve treated you better,” you opened your mouth to ask but he continued. “Look, I haven’t been fair with you and it’s a problem. You’re smart, talented and beautiful. I figured you needed to hear it more often because it’s true. What I’m trying to say is, I’m sorry. I really am.”

Your bottom lip involuntarily trembled. “You – you really mean that?”

“From the bottom of my heart.”

You sighed, a genuine smile plastered on your face. “Thank you. And I’m sorry if I was a pain in the ass-“

“You never were,” Tony shook his head. “You always did your best and I really should have acknowledged it more. Give me a second chance?”

“Of course.”

Tony smiled, getting up and planting a gentle kiss to your forehead.

Everything in life was so much better after all that. Tony treated you and Ethan equally, same goes for Peter. The other Avengers were nicer, not the kind of nice that was almost fake, but it was genuine. All of them were. And you were thankful.

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DID ANYONE MISS ME? BC I MISSED THIS PLACE

I highly doubt anyone’s still waiting for this, it was an unplanned hiatus I’M SO SORRY but I decided to post anyway :))

also I hope this wasn’t underwhelming, that’s one of the reasons why I was hesitant to do this but I hope its good heh (I’ve included the parts from my first post as well, just so it feels like a full fic)

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i normally really do not enjoy starker but dear god i need you to write the sad old dilfs fic

Sad old dilf (singular) Tony is still in his young, dumb, and full of you know playboy era. Hear me out, I'm at my most creatively fulfilled when I look at fanon or canon and I say "that has potential but poor execution, let me help you out, let me 'yes and' you" so here's my pitch for the kind of starker fic I could get on board with (Peter B Parker x 616 adjacent Tony Stark)

Peter B Parker, according to into the spider verse, is 38 years old, freshly divorced and for the sake of keeping him at his most sad and pathetic, the plot of into the spiderverse hasn't happened yet. He is crying in the shower, still wearing the spider suit, eating pizza as we speak

The last time Tony Stark's age was mentioned in the comics he was 34 (can you fucking believe he'd be 50 in the mcu currently) but I think this pairing would benefit from Tony having just finished his origin. So lets say this Tony has just realized the error of his ways and is trying to get this whole Iron Man thing to work and for the sake of drama he's still doing that thing where he pretends the iron man is his bodyguard because I love that. That'd put Tony in his mid-twenties

Spider-Man runs into Iron Man one night, at the top of Stark tower and Peter gives him a stay out of my city new guy I don't trust you kinda talk. Iron Man is like I know I'm new at this but I've got to do something good, I've got to make him for my past mistakes, I have all this power and I need to actually use it to help people. And Peter's like...okay I didn't ask for your whole backstory dude. He also makes a snide comment about Iron Man being that spoiled brat Tony Stark's bodyguard and Iron Man says that spoiled brat pays my bills. Peter is like damn is he taking applications? Iron Man gets really excited about this because Tony is of course inspired by the first superhero this city has ever had, the one protecting people for as long as he can remember. And Peter is like, I don't do team-ups or friendships, Spider-Man is a solo act right now. But he promises to help Iron Man out in an emergency, maybe give him some hero tips. Iron Man says he wants to help Spider-Man in any way he can but Peter kinda shrugs him off

There's like some Stark charity gala that Peter is forced to cover for the Daily Bugle but oh no a super villain attacks or some shit. Peter is like fuck I'm getting too old for this but puts the suit on anyways and somehow saves Tony before he can call the iron man armor. Spider-Man has to carry him out of the building which requires some kind of cradling. Spider-Man is like are you okay while like maybe holding his face or something. Tony who is instantly down bad for anyone that shows him the slightest bit of care is obsessed

the next day, Peter gets a call from the Bugle that Tony Stark wants to give them an interview, but he insists that Peter has to be the one to do it. Peter is like shit, the super genius put the pieces together but my life can't get worse so fuck it. He goes and Tony is like, you're the guy that takes pictures of Spider-Man can you give me his number. Peter is like what. Tony wants to sponsor Spider-Man and this instantly boils over into a fight because Peter thinks Tony is trying to buy Spider-Man and you can't just buy goodness, but Tony genuinely wants to help. Peter storms out and Tony slumps against his desk with a drink in his hand. He is now down bad for Peter because his type is older men that are mean to him *cough* daddy issues *cough*

Spider-Man and Iron Man work together for some save the world type thing idk I hate action set pieces. Peter mentions that Stark tried to buy him and Iron Man suggests that maybe he was just trying to help. Peter calls bullshit, but Tony pushes and says that he could give him some upgrades to his suit or Peter could work for Stark industries, with the webs like that, the guy behind the mask also has to be pretty smart. Peter tells him a hard no. But Peter gets back to his apartment to a pile of bills and no emails back from all the jobs he applied to. So he puts his masters in biochemistry to use and applies for a position at Stark Industries. He gets a call back the next day

Tony interviews him and even though he was hoping Spider-Man would apply, he needs to fill the position and Peter is undeniably qualified. Peter notices that Tony looks like shit, he looks exhausted and like he's drinking more than usual but also he's got bruises that Peter can't imagine a CEO having. After the interview is over, Peter reaches across the desk and takes Tony's hand and earnestly asks him if he's okay, maybe does the "who did this to you?" thing. Tony nearly starts crying and melts into a puddle at the same time. He does neither of those things thankfully and tells Peter he's got the job, no reason to kiss his ass. Peter rolls his eyes and says that he can be concerned without wanting Tony's money

Peter starts at Stark Industries and he's working in the lab...with Tony. He's surprised that Tony is still getting his hands dirty and he's even more surprised that the CEO wants to work with him even though he's just a new hire. Tony needs someone with biochemical experience for three reasons, he wants the vital measurements in the iron man suit to be more precise, Stark Industries used to make chemical weapons and he wants to make treatments for the victims, and he wants to improve his chest plate and treat his heart condition. Peter is like holy shit none of that is for profit that's so sexy

As they work together, they actually become friends and at the same time, Spider-Man and Iron Man are teaming up more often. After months of working with the Iron Man armor, watching Tony try on and test the armor, Peter puts two and two together, but he understands the importance of secret identities so he keeps it to himself, but he does feel bad about the double life he's created with Tony and he can't help but compare it to how that foundation of lies was what made his and MJ's relationship so unstable in the first place

It's the anniversary of MJ and Peter's divorce and Peter is fucking distraught but comes into work anyway. Tony is like you look like shit man and Peter explains. Tony gives Peter the day off and offers to go bar hopping with him. Peter gets mad at him because he knows that Tony is pushing himself too hard just like Peter did at his age. He tells him that he's still young, still has a chance to make something of his life why is he throwing it away on drinking and this party boy life and wasting away in a lab with an old burnt-out weirdo like Peter. In the middle of Peter yelling at Tony, Tony kisses him says some cheesy pick-up line about maybe he likes being yelled at by older men.

They take the elevator to Tony's penthouse in the tower and they sleep together, Tony probably calls him daddy. Peter mostly does it because he misses MJ but also maybe he likes Tony too, he definitely cares about him. But he's also having a crisis because he's a decade older than Tony but Tony is also his boss oh god what's the responsible thing to do here. Tony is down bad for Peter, he wants this so desperately to work, needs this to work because no other relationship has given a shit about him like Peter B Parker has

Tony obviously moves too fast and instantly tries to start doing romantic gestures for Peter, nice dinners, gifts, getting physical while they're working together, etc. And Peter just kinda lets it happen like he's not opposed to dating Tony and he's definitely physically attracted to him, but he's not sure if he's ready for a romantic relationship

and then idk after that Tony probably reveals that he's iron man and Peter is like fuck I feel really bad about not telling him I'm Spider-Man and that's only going to make things more complicated. Maybe Peter tries to break it off and Tony kinda spirals so Peter as the older more responsible one feels the need to continue to care for Tony. Maybe Peter thinks they're just fwb when Tony has caught feelings idk