#why does Spidey have a knife?

[faithlike-potatoes]

Tink finally snapped :)

[callsign-rogueone]

been enjoying your writings and I had a thought from the Bodhi/Darling line. And you don't have to give too much detail if it is included down the line in their story. But when Bodhi told Violet that he defend himself from an assassin butt naked in the showers, in your cannon would Darling have been with him In there? Maybe just so they can protect each other? Or would she have learned about this the same time that Violet did? Low-key I kind of hope she was in there cause personally I would have asked if he was ok, then been a little turned on after. Just saying, after reading that in IF I wanted more details... But in your universe how would this have gone down?

oooh I love this ask! I love talking about all the gfs of course, and I’m always happy to answer questions like this so thank you 💗

I saw a theory the other day that Col. Aetos is the one paying these people to keep trying to kill Bo, since canonically he’s the eldest / “most important” marked one that was at Resson (bar X/G who are graduated) and has the closest ties to Xaden. I like it. and I’m gonna roll with that theory for some of the girlfriends… hehe >:)

anyway, I had to think about this one… it might make an appearance in their storyline at a later date, but I don’t know when I’ll have time to write it all the way out so. some thoughts under a cut, since this got long.

I’m gonna say no, Darling wasn’t there.

she doesn’t see 100% of the bad stuff coming, because then we wouldn’t have a plot. more often than not she does get unexplained, impending-doom, spidey-sense type feelings when herself or one of the gang is in imminent danger, so that could have happened here. maybe she’s across the hall in the girls showers and feels it, but doesn’t know why, or maybe she doesn’t feel it at all.

either way: Sìoda and Cuir are homies. they’re the ones bonded to mated humans, not the other way around 😅 so there’s gonna be some relay there, like for all the couples (minus Peach, sorry girl): human to dragon to dragon to human communication, especially in times of urgency. so Darling could ask Sìoda to let the gang know to be on their guard, or Sìoda could casually tell her via Cuir that yeah, your man is fighting some guy in the shower, buck-naked. aaaaand he just won. all clear.

OR, her finding out when Violet does would also be a good possibility. sitting at breakfast or whenever it was (I really need to reread IF) and she takes a bite of her toast then Bo just lays it on her all casual-like. hilarious, but she’d also be upset by it. Darling feels incredibly guilty when she can’t see harm coming to her friends in time to stop it, so even though Bo handled it perfectly, she’d still feel bad, because what if… 🥺

he’d have to do some sweet-talking to comfort her, reassuring her that he’s safe. and he’d definitely bring humor into it, making some inflated remarks about how good of a fighter he is and how nobody is catching him off guard, etc. and I’m 10000% sure he’d drop some playful line like… “Y’know, if you’re worried about it happening again, you could start showering with me every day. Safety in numbers. Buddy system!” <- this said in a playful tone with a lip bite or a wink and some suggestive, not-sexy-at-all eyebrow wiggles. that’ll get a laugh out of her and have her start to feel better.

she’d decline, of course, because she’s a wingleader now and can’t break rules like that, nor does she want to shower in the boys bathroom, and she’s sure as hell not bringing him in the girls one. she might make him start bringing a knife into the shower, though.

but on that note, I do have some shower fun planned for them. Bodhi has his own room (shared with Darling) at Riorson house, with a private bathroom attached. and I bet that the shower in there has excellent water pressure.

[castillon02]

On the sidewalk outside his apartment, a brown-eyed youth accosted him, saying he looked like the kind of enterprising man who would gladly pay someone to do his laundry. 

In one of those intuitive moments that made him so good at his job, Wade flashed back to Spidey, six months prior, casually asking him what kind of manual labor he’d ever pay someone to do, and Wade confessing that laundry would definitely be it except he’d never trust anyone else to do it. 

Oh-ho-ho. 

(Had Wade silently implied that his laundry suspicions were for Mercenary Reasons and not because he had a specific brand of hypoallergenic detergent that worked for his skin? Yes, yes he had.)

Wade lured the guy in for a “test run” in his “natural habitat” and was 99.9% sure that this was Spidey when he followed Wade into his lair without seeming worried and failed to do a double-take at Wade’s Armchair Throne of Death. 

He was 100% sure when he asked for the guy’s name and the guy said, “Peter Parker.” 

“I FUCKING KNEW IT!” Wade spun and pointed at him. “I told you those camera trajectories were Spidey POV all the fucking way! ‘He just takes the stairs, Deadpool,’” he mimicked. “‘He has a drone, Deadpool.’ You know I spear every drone out of the sky because my body gets temporarily inhabited by the millenia-old spirit of CavePool!”  

Spider-Parker (Sparker? Spiker? Parder?) sighed. “I do know,” he admitted. “And I appreciate it. Times were easier before any Tom, Dick, and Harry could get a bird’s-eye view. Although you making me go fetch your knife kinda makes us even.”

Wade tilted his head. “What are you talking about? You just do the—you know, ‘thwip, thwip, motherfucker,’” he said, gesturing with imaginary web shooters. “It takes like two seconds.” 

“Yeah, now.” 

There was a moment of silence during which Wade, and presumably also Spark-ike-ner, recalled the first time that Wade had thrown a knife at an invasive drone hovering at rooftop level. He had panicked about losing his favorite knife, dived to retrieve it, splatted himself, and woken up to find Spidey autographing the broken drone for a pale-faced twenty-something. Wade had added some bloodstained cash into the bargain, complete with Instagram selfie, just in case the jerk tried to sue later.  

…Cash! Right. Spidey was here for a reason. “So…you’re actually low on dough?” Wade asked. “This wasn’t a weird plot to—” 

“It was a weird plot to earn ramen bucks,” Spidey said with a wry twist of his lips that Wade could actually see because it wasn’t behind a mask, which was. Fantastic, to be honest. That mouth made him wish he could think the word ‘spiffing’ with a straight face. 

“Hang on,” Wade said. “You get money photographing your encounters with villains. You can’t tell me that none of them would side hustle with you. Why haven’t you just, you know, been a little slow to catch one once in a while instead of putting yourself out of a job?” 

“Because that would be morally bankrupt,” Peter said. Then he got a strange look on his face and said, “Shit, sorry, I have to make a call.” 

The lunatic turned away from him, like putting his back to Wade would do literally anything to give him privacy, and pulled his phone out. 

It rang twice before someone picked up. 

“Pete! You know I’m always glad to hear from you, but—” 

“Harry,” Spidey said, his voice dangerously pleasant. “Why does the Green Goblin suddenly ‘break free from his mind prison’ whenever I complain about my bills?”   

“Shit!” someone on the other end of the line said, followed by a clatter of suspiciously metal-sounding objects being dropped onto cement. One of them, clearly round, which was SUSPICIOUSLY THE SAME SHAPE AS A GOBLIN BOMB, rolled audibly and awkwardly across the floor. 

“Harry,” Spidey sighed. “You can’t just—just—I mean, you have gotten pretty non-lethal, at least. What did you even do, last time? That kid’s ice cream? He was six, man.” 

“I mailed him a coupon for a free one after,” Harry said. “Or ten free ones. You know, enough to make up for being mildly traumatized.”  

“God, that was a good photo: I got the dropped ice cream in the foreground since you’d just knocked me on my ass, and you did a great job cackling menacingly in the background. Even the color composition was gold. Strawberry is a strong contrast with your suit.” 

Wade winced at the flattering tone: DANGER, WILL ROBINSON. 

But apparently Harry didn’t get the same signals, because he said, “Yeah, I thought if I went for someone with rum raisin, it wouldn’t—” 

“YOU JERK! You can’t terrorize a six-year-old just because I need to sell photos! Or terrorize a city. No terrorizing!”  

“Peter. Pete. Look. I’m not going to terrorize the city! I’m just going to cause some minor property damage in a way that happens to be photogenic. I had this idea for a thing with some roses—” 

“Cliche,” Peter said immediately. 

“Orchids?” 

“Too sexual. Maybe daisies?” Peter said. “They’d kind of fit your ‘I hate children’ vibe and you could dye them different colors. Uh—IF you did this. Which you won’t. Because that would be bad and wrong.” 

Wade grinned. Spoken like a true artist: starving and with conflicting creative and moral convictions. 

On the other end of the phone, Harry seemed to rally. “Okay, picture this: What if I hired you and a bunch of child actors to do a Green Goblin charity calendar for the benefit of organizations trying to cure genetic diseases?”  

Wade was hit with the sudden realization that he, Deadpool, was like if Peter’s morally dubious and crazypants best Goblin friend fucked his charismatic, award-winning actor best friend and they had Wade as a baby but then left him to be raised by a nanny who was secretly an AK-47. 

That is to say, that Spidey wasn't in this friendship-whatever just because he had a saving-morally-dubious people thing, or a rebellion-against-Iron-Man thing, or even a lookin'-for-some-strange thing. He came by his attraction to Wade honestly. He was just really into semi-competent nutjobs.     

“If it’s for charity, shouldn’t my labor be free?” Peter asked Harry while Wade had his revelation. “I don’t have time to do a free Green Goblin charity calendar for the benefit of organizations trying to cure genetic disease!” 

Harry sighed. “I keep telling you that’s not how nonprofits work,” he said. “All right, wait, let me hit you with this—” 

“Oh my god, Harry, we’re gonna synergize about this never. Bye, talk to you LATER, by which I mean I’m going to need a cool-down of at least three weeks.” Peter ended the call and slipped his phone into his pocket. “Anyway!” he said, springing around with a hopeful, too-big smile on his face. “You were about to pay me for doing your laundry and also promise to keep my identity a secret forever.” 

Wade raised his eyebrows beneath his mask. “Oh, was I?” 

Spidey’s shoulders slumped halfway down his body. “Waaaaaaaaade.”  

“Yeah, I guess I was. But you’ll regret it after I show you Mount Sniff-Test.” 

“You mean Mount Job Security?” 

Wade shook his head. “Always the optimist.” At least Spidey had wall-climbing powers so he could reach the top.

In fact, the odds of Wade's laundry pile reaching zero were astronomically low. Especially because Wade had no problem buying more clothes. And if Spidey stuck around long enough, well...maybe Wade could arrange for two semi-competent nutjobs to enjoy two semi-competent handjobs. Blowjobs. Heartjobs. Something like that.

Wade threw open the door of the room that he had previously told Spidey was full of full-frontal pornography and guns.

"Oh shit," Spidey said, his eyes wide as he tilted his head up to capture the magnificent heights reached in Wade's laundry mausoleum. He swallowed and then clapped his hands together. "Okay," he said. "Okay. We can do this if we work together."

Wade smiled. "The fact that you haven't run away screaming from this abomination of sanitation tells me all I need to know."

[dangertoozmanykids101]

Toozmanykids Writing Prompt

OMG. I am laughing so hard that I don't even remember why I opened YouTube this morning in the first place. This John Mulaney short automatically started playing and immediately I knew it had to be a Writing Prompt for today. Right??? At least a drabble?

Here. I'll start.

Unfortunately, no smut. It was going to be quick and funny quips at each other, yet I don't think it turned out that way by the time I got done. BUT AT LEAST THIS PROMPT GOT ME WRITING! RIGHT? Now it's your turn, y'all!

SUMMARY: No smut. Just Avengers getting on each other's nerves. Not as funny as it should've been. Damnit.

No warnings.

Word count: 730

Do you believe in ghosts?

The Quinjet had been circling for hours a ways off shore, low to the water to avoid detection, while two dozen of Tony's surveillance drones quietly searched miles of coastline for the mission's target. Four friendly neighborhood Avengers waited patientły impatiently aboard, going stir crazy quicker than anyone would admit.

The silence was thick and tense, but far more preferable to the alternative.

"Hey Mr. Stark—"

"Don't. Just don't," Tony cut off the eager new Avenger. The other two passengers groaned at the sound of Peter's voice. Again.

"But—"

"I swear if you ask me one more 'Would You Rather...?' question, I will rip Charlotte's Web right out of your insides, wrap you up into a perfect spider snack, and feed you to that starving pig."

"Geezus, Tony. Wilbur would never have eaten Charlotte," Natasha pretended to placate Tony, not even attempting to hide her smirk.

"No. No. It's not another 'Would You Rather...?' question, I promise. I got that message loud and clear the second time Miss Romanoff held a blade to my throat." Peter's hand travelled up to his throat while his other waved at Tony in surrender.

Natasha gave Peter a tiny wink when he glanced over his shoulder and offered her a sheepish and awkward smile.

"I told you, she doesn't joke when she's holding a knife," Tony cautioned again.

"Yes, she does! All the time."

"The kid's right, Tony," Natasha admitted. "I prefer to stay unpredictable."

"So Mr. Stark," Peter quickly changed the subject, still gently rubbing his neck. "Do you believe in ghosts?"

"Of course I do," Tony answered without hesitation or even a glance away from the computer screen.

"Seriously? Even after all we've seen?" Peter moved forward, leaning closer to Tony.

Natasha spun her chair to face Tony and gave him her full attention as well. "Yeah, Tony. Seriously?"

"Especially after all we've seen. I'm surprised at you two. How can you not?"

"Have you ever seen a ghost, Mr. Stark?"

"That's a ridiculous question," still not looking away from his computer screen.

"Why is it ridiculous? Have you?"

"Oh damn," slamming his hands onto his knees. "I knew I was forgetting something. I'm so sorry." Sitting up straighter, Tony turned his chair toward the back of the jet and shouted, "Hey Manchurian Candidate! I guess I never properly introduced you to the team."

In the far back end of the jet, camouflaged within the shadows wearing all black combat armor, the fourth passenger hadn't said a single word since boarding. He sat slouched in his seat, arms crossed over his chest, and knees spread wide above huge heavy black steel tipped boots polished to a shine, reflecting the only light in the tailend to infiltrate his shadows. His face was hidden by shaggy brown hair and a well worn baseball cap pulled down low.

"Baby Spider and the Spider Queen are your chippy little cohorts today if we ever spot this asshole and can touch down. Spidey friends, may I present our very own paranormal soldier, Sergeant Bucky Barnes."

"High-fucking-larious, Stark. Now fuck off," Bucky grumbled, pulling the bill of his hat even farther down over his face to look like he was napping.

"Holy shit! I didn't even know he was on board. How did I not sense him?" Peter shouted.

"That's my point, kid," Tony said. "He must be a ghost. Think about it. There's no other answer. He's straight up Jacob Marley, but missing the heavy chains with a door knocker for a nose."

They all burst into laughter - all but Bucky who grumbled some more.

After about an hour or so, Peter walked to the back of the jet and cautiously sat down next to Bucky.

The soldier didn't say anything; he didn't move; he didn't even look to be breathing.

Leaning toward him, Peter softly asked him, "You're not really a ghost, are you sir?"

"I have no idea," Bucky answered flatly and with finality.

Peter's eyes widened, more unsure of his beliefs after that cryptic non-answer than he was before he asked.

"Oh... Yes, sir," Peter said as he retreated back to his chair next to Tony.

Silence hung heavily in the Quinjet after that.

Finally.

Bucky gave Natasha a wink at one point when their eyes met. Eventually Peter would ask more questions, but they enjoyed the silence as long as it lasted.

The End.

It's a new year, and I'm going to be push myself harder to actually post. Good, bad, stupid, or slutty - I'm gonna post stuff anyway. This will be the year of drabbles, false starts, unfinished stories, and plots that go nowhere.

JUST WRITE AND POST, TOOZ!

JUST WRITE AND POST—OFTEN!

My drabble here didn't turn out the way I had planned, but I can see this idea take a fun turn if Bucky actually is a ghost. He could be!!!

He could be trapped on Earth and tethered to his super soldier body that won't decay. At least MOST of the missions Hydra sent him on were to kill other bad guys. Right?

Tony had some other theories too. But it's 3am and now I don't remember what his theory was. Grrrrr.

Anyone else looking for some inspiration?

@nildespirandum @ladyoftheteaandblood @caffiend-queen @redfoxwritesstuff @so-easy-to-love-me @acidcasualties @americasass81 @jtargaryen18 @alexakeyloveloki @devikafernando @spectre-posts @wiypt-writes @nonsensicalobsessions @latent-thoughts @mastreworld @talklokitome @wolfsmom1 @lokisgoodgirl @lokischambermaid @holymultiplefandomsbatman @muddyorbs @fictive-sl0th @villainousshakespeare @liminalpebble @jobean12-blog

I really hope to post more this year. I'm serious. AND I'll do an actual tag list. Please confirm if you want to see my stuff or prefer that I leave you alone. You are not required to listen to my drivel for me to still love reading from your blog. I promise. Honest. Just let me know.

[frogboyjxden]

Robyn's record

Sooo we all know Robyn is not a very spidey spider, she is mostly considered a villain In her dimension. Let me explain her powers to you

So she is a shape shifter, can shape into people and can travel through the lack of light in the room, as long as darkness remains the walls will have ears. 

Her radioactive spider was cursed, therefore demonic, so she didn’t get the greatest experience, rough growth of pigment in her skin, her red marks on her body as a lot of meaning into it. Especially the spider in the middle of her chest

Her eyes are red, and light up whenever she feels like letting it spark

Her hair is inspired by Eris, the Goddess of Chaos and discord from the animation movie Sinbad: Legend of The Seven seas

She possesses claws because why not, its attractive

Her entire being is externally made out of pixie dust, I was inspired by a lot of Sandman characters, and I didn’t want her to be made out of sand, and I though about little grains of magic, and then Tinker Bell crossed my mind and I just stuck with it. 

She has night vision, super hearing, enhanced smell an heighten senses in her whole body and physical contact overwhelms  her

Her eyes have a particular story, so she basically had a fight when she just learned combat, and the opponent pulled out a knife and ripped both of her eyes. Which left her traumatized and blind for the most part, she basically became visually disabled and had to use her other senses in order to survive. The reason she is good at combat is because she used to train without vision, over time her eyes started to heal a little bit, she has a big fracture of the damage in the middle of eye. There are so habits that she still does, like staring at people too long because she tries to figure out what they’re doing, due to her vision absolutely it takes a lot of time. With people that she is close, she has to have a hand on their shoulder, arm, hands or face. Over time she realized that holding people’s hand makes them uncomfortable, she was so ashamed that she stopped doing that. 

[fragileizywriting]

Me, squishing Kitty and DL!Adrien together: Don't mind me just making them make out...don't look for the Chat doll, I've done dispicable things with him and Kitty already-

<- previous post

he can't fuck her— he really, really can't, but that doesn't mean she's sad about it.

it starts because she's mumbling about how she doesn't feel as special as the other marinettes. it's hard being a lady noire; to be an 'expected' ladybug and yet have to turn the other way from it because of a mistake that ended up shaping her entire life. destiny slipping out between her fingers like sand and she's learned better than to try to scoop it back up.

leaning her head on his shoulder, talking about how she can't even pick the flowers that marinette wants and needs makes her feel useless. she wants to help, it sings in her bones and vibrates in her gums, about how useful she can be. how useful she should be to everyone.

"you're the most combat-ready marinette here, you know."

"me being able to handle a knife isn't exactly useful."

that raise of his brow is all at once condicending and unimpressed. "now you're just saying shit. who's the one who brought home a tuna the size of luka, all by herself? i heard you pulled that beast out of the lake with your bare hands, screaming about becoming more powerful than god."

she had to prove herself, and she has a chronic habit of spitting out word salad when in extreme stress. had she injured her back? maybe. sitting is kind of hard. and she'd eaten shit many times, falling into the lake while chat and the naga-luka yelled out to ask her to stop before she drowned, but she perservered.

that tuna had tasted amazing.

"but i can't make magic poof out of my hands!" she groans. "look at me! there's no magic! me doing the spidey hand doesn't make silk pop out with a thwap, but i promise you, your marinette could make something happen." she makes the move just to prove it, curling her middle and ring finger in and aiming for a tree. the only thing that happens is a pinecone falls, pinging off an exposed root, rolling away. "she'd make something cool happen. i'm depressingly human."

and she's the only marinette that is, too.

"'depressingly human', huh? alright. come here, already," adrien laughs, even though she's sitting back down right next to him with a huff, nearly ontop of him already. he's not mean to her, and he's definitely not cruel, but there's a flash of something in his eyes very few times when they talk, like he can't help himself with the way he responds whenever she does something. maybe they're just pre-programmed to talk to each othr in a specific way, even if they aren't actually the marinette or luka or adrien they ended up instinctually replying to. "you're getting antsy."

if she had her cat ears, she'd flatten them. "w...what?"

"whenever my marinette feels antsy, she's gotta sit here." he pats his knee.

"why?" she asks, blinking at him with wide eyes.

"because it makes her feel better. and it'll make you feel better, too."

and it does.

it does because it's adrien, and even though he's not her adrien, she still fits under his chin. even with all her skirts and all her petticoats ballooning out like she's the topping of a cupcake, strong arms still wrap around her while she keeps talking; babbling about how she doesn't feel like she's providing a lot as a member of the 'marinette' club, to where she doesn't even feel like a marinette. it always seems like marinettes know what they're doing. always have a plan and an idea. she's just comedic relief— and boy, does she do it well— but she's not... marinette.

"i think you're plenty marinette."

"doesn't it sound weird calling me that, though?"

"a little. you're more 'kitty' to me than anything else, but i'd be stupid not to recognize your soul as any other person."

"is that a thing?" she asks him. he smells nice. he doesn't squirm when her nose presses into that dip of his neck, nor does he swallow dry when she impulsively licks. his dark skin is beautiful, and flush, and this scent of fresh linen and sandalwood is making her head spin.

"oh, yeah." that huff feels full of irony. "demons have soul-perception in my world, and the three of you look exactly the same inside. little butterfly wings fluttering in there. which is how i know you, a gremlin, are just as much as a marinette as them."

she finds herself giggling. "that's not nice."

"i know my hellcat," he says, simply, almost oblivious to how she quiets and burrows closer. she's pinking as he continues talking, smiling to herself in a way that makes her feel a full decade younger. one of his hands reaches down to pet at her thighs, the other supporting her back— neither of them say anything when her knee jerks at the contact. "and you're the only one, it's true, but you're marinette first and foremost."

she grabs for that hand in her lap. he has rings just like her, though they're different shapes. she still has the one that marinette gave her the last time, on her pinky.

but him? his are so different. one for his family— a family jewel, of course— and one on his middle finger that is so simple and so plain, she never would've guessed it was his favorite. the last one is his— his— but it's hers, too. he's always had it, and never realized that it wasn't just a random accessory, until she'd mentioned it the last time (first time) they'd met.

she tries not to purr, seeing it adorning his hand. "we chat noirs have to stick together."

"i guess i am one, now, huh?"

"whatever you did, it was really brave. i know how scary it is to become one and realize just how much you are. i guess it helped you become a king?"

"it did. it was a mess. almost comedic. lord, you just won't believe how i fucked up the place where i spent my entire childhood and realized i'd transformed."

"i bet it was beautiful."

"sort of. in a way."

"i don't have any doubt that it was," she whispers. "there's something cathartic about breaking everything you can, isn't there?"

"there is," he says. smiling. because he understands— not in a way that her adrien would, or luka either. there's a home in the fire that burns what they touch. he takes her hand in his; peels off the family jewel off his thumb and gives it to her. "these two, on my hands," he murmurs into her ear, soft and gentle and rolling, "are what kept me going after i realized what i did. and what i could do."

her heart flutters. the chat noir ring. her ring. their ring. "good."

his hand fists her petticoats. "want me to show you how?"

it's almost amazing how she doesn't pop her head off on accident with the way she bobbles. "yes!" and, because she knows that her sunshine likes it when she's honest and open and willing, she punches out a: "please, adrien, can you show me?"

he kisses her temple. he kisses more than just that, actually, leaning her head back and away so he can line her cheek with chaste presses of his mouth against her skin that has her shivering. though she's wearing what seems to be a whole wedding dress full of fabric swishing around her legs, he finds a way for it to bunch up enough to trail up her leg. when his lips touch hers, she remembers just how much she enjoyed taking caramel candies from the pantry past bedtime without her parents knowing. the thrill of the kiss is shocking, enough to get her brain to buzz and float.

his fingers find their way under her panties so quickly. there's no preamble— her adrien would tease her softly with his fingertips; he would trace the seam of her folds and press a nail into her clit until she strangled out how she was ready to be fingered bcause she was wet enough. but this adrien, not her adrien, but an adrien that knows her in a way that her adrien doesn't, touches her leaking hole.

she sucks in a breath when he breeches and starts to slide in.

"i can't fuck you," he tells her. he's not fingering, not yet, but letting her adjust against his fingers. she can feel her heartbeat down there, almost syncopated with how it thrums in her teeth. "i physically can't. i'm not human; i don't have..."

her head is spinning, wiggling in his lap. there's poprocks in her brain. "oh, you don't have a—"

"—i do," he laughs. "hey. easy. you can feel me underneath your ass, don't you?"

yes. sizeable. no wonder she's so antsy to get his fingers inside. "y-yeah."

"yeah," he breathes. a shift of his hand, angling his wrist upwards so he can press up into her bladder has her whining. "but it'll hurt a lot. too much. you're too small. i can't fuck you because i don't have the space."

"i punched gabriel in the face and all i did was scream in excitement," she slurs out. "i can handle excitement."

"i believe you, hellcat. but if your heart beats any harder than this, i might give you a heart attack, and i know your adrien is sweet and kind, but i've seen him get sadistic to the point it's humiliatingly good." and with that, he quiets, pressing up and curling his fingers, his rings getting slippery and shiny from her arousal.

she does her best not to cry out too loud in the middle of this forest when she finally orgasms.

[tvrningout-a]

i'm looking for images to use, maybe some actual spidey stuff and--

why does s.pider-man have a knife??

[stylesparker]

Monsters Of Men

PAIRING: TASM!Peter Parker x Villain!Reader

WORD COUNT: 2.3k

CONTENT: two flirty(angsty) 18 year olds what more could you ask for

NOTES: in my mind I imagined wanda’s powers but you can imagine whatever you prefer. i used a couple lines of dialogue I found on pinterest because I loved them so much, so let me know if you recognize which ones! also, tell me if you know what the title is from ;)

you didn’t ask for this life, nor did you want it. well, no one ever asks to be born so you don’t suppose anyone ever does. the only choice you get is how you live it. you tried to choose the right path, you really did. be a good person, treat people the way you want to be treated... but people suck and life sucks, so why the hell not go down the more fun path?

...

“c’mon really? you’re just wasting your bullets, man,” you say, conjuring another red force of magic from the palms of your hands throwing it in his direction. you really didn’t think you’d be spending your night in the middle of the street of an intersection fighting against a bunch of cops. you thought you’d be cleaning blood off your floor after torturing the man you have in your car, but you guess life just loves to throw you some curve balls. yes, you may have kidnapped a scientist and have him stashed in the back of your car, but you have good reason! very good reason. there are almost four police cars blocking each street, so there’s no getting out. you could for sure, but not with him. 

“release the doctor, now! we won’t hurt you if-” 

“do you really think I believe you? I mean, honestly, you’d think people of the law would have a little bit more of a brain,” you pull up your mask a bit higher on your face so the only thing showing are your eyes. honestly, you had to give it to yourself, you look hot sporting this whole black assassin thing you have going on here. you kind of made this your signature look and you aren’t mad about it. especially when you can tell even the good guys are having a hard time looking away. particularly a certain spider.

“fire!” 

the whole street lit up in bullets coming from every which way, and it didn’t even take you a second to form a force field around you and your car. stupid civilians watching the scene look in amazement at the red magic flowing from the palms of your hands into the open air. after about five minutes, it stops. you haven’t even broke a sweat yet.

“that the best you can do?” you smile. you scream and your power explodes out from you in bursts, shooting through the air towards everyone like knifes, throwing the officers back almost ten feet. in the moment you take to take a breath, you don’t realize anyone is near you until a hard kick to the side of your ribs blows you sideways onto the ground. you catch yourself on your hands, pulling yourself back onto your feet as you make eye contact. 

“spidey,” you mutter.

“red, good to see you! it’s been awhile,” spider-man shoots two webs straight at you and before they connect to your body you throw your hands out and the red magic flowing out of you snaps them in half. you quickly shoot out another, but he dodges it. “you made quite a mess haven’t you?”

“you still stuck with red? can’t do any better?” you laugh in a fake manner. he webs to one of the light posts, swinging around it coming straight back at you, landing a kick to the chest before you shoot him with a red tendril and he flies back. 

he grunts, “well, don’t really know anything else about you other than you shoot red magic out of your hands, so yeah, that’s the best I can do,” he runs to you and you start fighting each other hand to hand. you can only suspect the police and whoever else here is backing off to let spider-man do the work for them considering he’s probably the only one who has a chance against you.

“help! get me out of here!” you turn and look behind you at the man in your backseat. how the hell did he get the tape off his mouth? spider-man webs the car door open pulling it off its hinges. 

“oh no you don’t,” you yell. you throw spider-man to the side, watching him bang his head on the ground as he falls out of the car, struggling to get up as the restraints hold him back. you harshly grab him and fly yourself over to one of the nearest rooftops, not bothering to look back for spider-man. you land and throw him against the brick wall next to the door on the roof of an apartment building. not even a second later, two sticky webs attach to both your arms, spinning you around until you’re wrapped in it, chest to chest with spider-man. 

“don’t think I’m letting you get away with that, darling,” he says. 

“I didn’t think you would,” you push closer. in the moment he takes to look at the color of your eyes, you push him back and snap all the webs around you, letting the red sparks surround you. his black eyes expand, watching you in fascination. 

“just let me go, Y/N, I’m sorry, just let me-” the man behind you sputters in between sobs. you go up to him and kneel in front of him, slapping a hand around his mouth. 

“don’t you ever speak my name, you disgusting piece of shit. you helped them ruin my life, so you aren’t ever getting away from me-” he sobs as a web covers his mouth, and you gasp as another hits you, pulling you towards spider-man again as he stands a few feet away from you. he doesn’t make a move to fight you, just stands there as you wipe the web away. 

“what do you mean?” he asks seriously. you tilt your head.

“what?”

“how did he ruin your life, Y/N”

“don’t call me that-” you yell, getting ready to hit him before he throws his hands up. 

“okay, okay! I won’t, I won’t, just... tell me so I can understand.”

“you don’t need to understand anything, spidey, let me take him and this won’t be any of your problem.”

“you know I can’t let you do that, red,” he says quietly. you let him take a step towards you, taking small steps in order to not scare you off. you stare at each other a moment, inspecting the other. you cut a part of his suit on his arm and see tan skin underneath, smears of blood covering another part of it. you look back up to his face, watching him tilt his head as he admires you. he’s only seen part of your face and can already tell you’re a beautiful woman.

“mm, the last time someone looked at me like that we didn’t get out of bed all weekend,” you grin, hoping to get a reaction. you stalked closer, gaze intent. 

“cute bravado, your wit won’t save you.”

“oh, but you’re blushing spidey,” you bring your hand up to his head, him now noticing your fingers twirling red magic out of them. before you can do anything else, he grips your wrist, stopping you. 

“what did you do?” he questions. 

“nothing, I just... looked inside your head, and I can see that I have quite the effect on you,” you yank your hand away and he lets go. you spin around to the doctor and he’s still blabbering mess so you bang his head against the wall and he goes limp. 

“was that necessary?”

“yes.” he sighs, rubbing the side of his head. 

“how do you do,” he motions to you, “that.” 

“this?” you conjure up a small red ball of magic in the palm of your hand, quickly extinguishing it when he walks closer. “thanks to him,” you nod your head to the doctor on the ground and he looks at him. 

spider-man looks back at you, “wha- this is a gift! a power unlike anything I’ve ever seen, I knew magic had to exist, but..” he takes a breath, “I’ve never been able to see it. you can use it for so much good, why do you choose not to?” the way he asked you so comfortingly makes you gulp, forcing down any feelings you feel like start to come up. you turn your sadness to anger.

you stare at him with an angry glare, “you think he just gave this to me? out of the kindness of his own heart? he along with my parents experimented on me for fifteen years of my life. I was only a child when they used me as some rat in their lab. once my parents realized their own child was the perfect candidate they were looking for, they had no hesitation to throw my life away if it meant they could finally create the monster they wanted,” you force down another wave of emotion. He just stands there and listens to you. 

“where are your parents?” he asks. it doesn’t come out mean, more of just a general question to fit the pieces together. 

“dead. I killed them...” you mutter. you continue before he says anything else, “I was fifteen when they finally succeeded. one day I gained all function back after almost a year of being paralyzed, and my magic could kill and take control of others minds with the stroke of a finger. even though it was working, I didn’t know how to control it. the magic, it...” you take a deep breath, looking up to the sky, “it was so overwhelming. I couldn’t breath, I couldn’t even think, I felt like fire was surging through my bones.” you look at him with tear filled eyes. “I didn’t even know I was screaming, I couldn’t hear anything. when I looked up, the glass walls surrounding me were shattered and because they had come in the room, the glass went straight through them.” you wiped your eyes on your sleeve. you wouldn’t cry, you had no reason to. crying is a weakness. you gasp when you feel his hand land on your shoulder. 

“it wasn’t your fault,” he whispers, taking his other hand to wipe a tear from your face before letting it fall. “but... killing him won’t fix anything.”

“yes it will!” you pull away, staggering back. “he’ll stop tormenting me and I’ll finally be free!” 

“red...” he says, and finally you break.

“they made me into a monster! I can’t be anything else but the heartless villain this city thinks I am!” you shiver when his hand presses right above your heart. you’re quiet as you feel and as he feels the pounding in your chest.

“you’re human, just like me, red,” he says, “things in our lives have made us a little bit different from any other human, but we are still human. I’ve done things I’m not proud of either, but I’m not a monster, and neither are you. they are the monsters. we both have blood on our ledger, but we don’t have to let it define us,” he whispers the last part. 

you shake your head, “I’ve known blood my whole life, it already defines me. we led two vastly different lives, spidey, but somehow we are both monsters of men. I’ve accepted the fact I am one, so maybe you should too. we kill for entirely different reasons, but we still kill,” you shrug, “the only difference between us is that I take pleasure in it.”

“I don’t believe that.”

“you should,” you say. “man creates monsters, but they kill each other too. I need to kill the one that created me.”

“don’t you want him to suffer? why not put him away in prison for the rest of his life so he can live with what he did?”

“I-” you look to the ground. “if he goes away, I do too.”

“I won’t let that happen.”

“you can’t guarantee that.”

“I can,” he vehemently confirmed, “I wouldn’t let them touch you.”

“I can’t go back,” you whisper, “I won’t.” 

“you won’t,” he confirms, nodding his head, “we’ll get him locked away and I can get you some help-” 

“no, I’m not going to some damn hospital or... some freaking rehab center or whatever you call it,” you back up five steps. whenever something doesn’t feel right, running is the only option. even though something deep inside you was telling you he was telling the truth, you couldn’t let him in. you couldn’t let yourself feel something for him, even when he’s given you every sign that he cares for you. you step up onto the ledge of the brick wall, one small step from falling 100 feet to the ground.

“STOP, red don’t do this-”

“take him away for me, make sure he rots in prison, yeah? make him suffer,” you say, watching him take calculated steps towards you. 

“don’t move, red-”

you pull down your mask, making him stop and take in your face. 

she really is beautiful

“I’m sure you’re beautiful under that mask too,” you grin, taking a deep breath. maybe you can finally be free. you just have to take the jump.

“just let me help you, please!” 

“so long, spidey,” you fall back, looking up at the beautiful stars of the night sky and let the air take you down, down, down...

...

peter runs to the edge, doesn’t even make a move towards the man stirring somewhere behind him, throwing his head over expecting to see her fall or...

she’s gone. she’s not falling, she’s not on the ground, just... gone. peter yanks his mask off, letting it fall from his hands to the ground. he runs along the edge, looking everywhere for her. he still stares over the edge hoping to see her, but he doesn’t. he hopes in some other life, maybe they could find their peace together.

“I’m so sorry, red.”

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Don't Freak Out - 136k parkner - Getting kidnapped isn’t usually the best way to start your summer (especially your last summer before college) but honestly? It kinda worked out.

(Or the one where Spidey saves the day in the first chapter and they spend the rest of the fic falling in love)

You're Freaking Out - 166k parkner - sequel to Don't Freak Out - There’s a new spider kid on the block and it’s up to Peter to teach him how to deal with his newfound abilities and keep him from getting in over his head. One thing is for sure, he owes Mr. Stark some serious apologies.

Then he falls through a portal into an alternate universe and things get… complicated.

Paradise (spread out with a butter knife) - 72k spideypool - The one where Peter and Wade are literal soulmates but don't realize it for literal years because they're literal idiots.

Peaches Ain't Pretty - 16k Gen -> pre-parkner - Rated M - Harley and Abbie don't have the greatest childhood. Call it what you will--rough, character-building, a fucking tragedy--as long as they have each other they can make the best of anything.

A Peach Like You - 73k parkner - Rated T - sequel to Peaches Ain't Pretty - Peter Parker never considered himself special. Maybe, yeah, having radioactive blood and spider-like abilities makes him different and his vigilante career is out of the norm and fine, yeah, he's on the autism spectrum. Call that "special" if you want. But under all that, he's a regular college student juggling three jobs, an internship, a sad mockery of a social life, and saving the city day and night. The usual stuff.

So when he somehow catches the eye of a casually gorgeous country boy with an accent that could turn even Aunt May's brick-hard mashed potatoes to mush, he's only thrown for a minute before he writes it off as a fluke. What could a guy like that see in a guy like him anyway?

The Distance Between (You and Me) - 29k parkner - When Pepper offered to begin training him to become CEO of Stark Industries, she warned Harley it would put a target on his back. He didn't take her seriously until after he'd been left chained and shivering in a dark hole for three days.

Rescued but with his kidnappers still at large, Tony recruits a bodyguard to shadow his every step and keep him safe until Tasha can hunt down his kidnappers. Harley isn't impressed. If he wasn't already at his wit's end muscling through nightmares, dissociative episodes, and pretending like he's handling everything like a champ then maybe he'd be able to figure out what exactly makes Peter Parker so special.

For the First Time, Eye to Eye - 47k parkner - Two boys, both alike in dignity--by which I mean they have none. Harley is lying to his family about why he hasn't come home in years. Peter is lying to everyone about pretty much everything. Together they can make everything worse by lying together (heh) in Rose Hill while Harley pretends to his family that Peter is his long-term boyfriend and Peter pretends that he hasn't had a crush on Harley since the day he met him--or no. He DOES pretend he has a crush-- Wait, no he doesn't pretend because he HAS a crush so he pretends to pretend that he--

It's complicated.

michelle.mp3 - 32k Michelle Jones/Gwen Stacy - Rated T

It’s the song that does it. The stupid song about the wrong MJ.

Overnight Michelle’s email is flooded with messages from fans demanding to know if she’s the MJ that the The Mary Janes wrote the song about. She’s not. She was four years behind Gwen Stacy at Midtown Tech and as far as she knows they never crossed paths. Besides, why would a senior have a secret unrequited crush on a freshman? Wouldn’t it be the other way around? It’s probably just a publicity stunt to get The Gays(TM) to listen to their dumb band. It’s fake and she doesn’t need a half hour time slot on her true conspiracy podcast to prove it.

She just wishes she wasn’t caught in the crossfire. She wishes the yearning ache of that song hadn’t made her think, made her wonder what she was missing out on. She wishes it hadn’t made her realize that marrying her high school sweetheart and settling for a life of more of the same was a mistake.

OR: The one where Michelle makes some hard choices that lead to her moving to a house in the country where she meets Gwen, her insufferable neighbor.

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Lemon Boy (currently posting!) - parkner - 103k

Harley is adrift, bitter, and resentful after losing Tony and his family as he knew it three years ago. When he inherits a rundown house in Brooklyn, he abandons the shattered remains of his dreams, his family, and himself for something he can fix.

Peter grieves as he always has; he buries himself in responsibility and pretends everything is fine. It works until he moves in with Harley, who doesn't suffer fools or liars. The problem is Peter has been fooling himself for so long he can't separate the mask from the truth.

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Copycat & The Spider-man —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

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"You really don't feel any kind of attraction?"

"I just said that so they would stop asking," She mumbled, head propped on one hand. "I actually don't know. Love, love, love," C.C. rolled her eyes. "Is all teenagers think about?"

"I also like star wars, legos, and tech stuff."

C.C. muttered swear words under her breath. "I don't see why it's such a big deal that I don't have a crush— MJ doesn't have one either!"

"Yeah, but she's MJ," Ned shrugged. "She's dark and evasive, it's her brand."

"What's my brand?"

"You're the rich, sweet-looking kid," He explained. "People expect you to be one of those that fall in love easily and read poetry under a tree... the ones that date bad guys thinking they can fix them."

"What does that mean?" She grabbed her hair and pulled lightly. "That doesn't make any sense! It's stupid!"

"It's just the vibe," Ned retorted calmly. "It's also the fact that you're still the new girl, people will stop annoying you at some point. You'll be like everyone else eventually, and they won't care about your interests."

"That day needs to get here faster," She huffed.

Happy decided to teach her how to make pasta. He'd turned the tv so they could have background noise, but the movie playing on the screen caught C.C.'s attention:

"Oh c'mon, all she did was take off her glasses!"

"What?" Happy looked up from his chores and raised a brow.

"That movie's dumb," She complained. "Predictable and dumb. And old. Why are they still showing it on tv?"

"You can change the channel if you want," He said distractedly. "The water's ready, by the way, hand me the pasta..."

C.C. passed him the bowl while also asking F.R.I.D.A.Y to change the channel, the television showed her a news segment in which they were debating the Avengers' actions during Ultron's attack.

"I don't understand, we stopped the threat and we were willing to die, doesn't that prove we have only the best intentions?"

"Not all of them see it that way," Happy answered. "Those countries are ignored most of the time, people pay them attention only when things like this happen, they don't want the Avengers near cause it usually means trouble's coming."

"Who are we helping, if not them?" She frowned.

"The greater good," He sighed.

"That should be enough, don't you think? Doesn't that help the most?"

"Not always, kid."

"Webs?"

"Hmm?"

"You think the Avengers are good?"

"Of course! They're like the best group of people. They save the world, who wouldn't think they're good?"

"Lots of people, apparently," She groaned. "Have you seen the news?"

"You mean what happened at Sokovia?" He asked. "Yeah, but it's complicated, isn't it? I mean, more people would've died if you guys hadn't done anything."

"It was kind of our mess, to begin with," Copycat grimaced. "Tony made Ultron, remember? It was his mistake."

"Yeah, but he fixed it with Vision," Her friend shrugged. "He would never abandon people in need."

Spidey's radio turned on, announcing the persecution of a shoplifter five streets down from where they were standing. Behind her, she saw the red and blue figure swinging from one building to another. C.C. spotted a man elbowing people as he tried to escape.

"Over there!"

Her friend gave her a thumbs up before jumping.

"Activate stealth..."

Once she matched the background, the girl sped up and arrived right at the moment in which Spider-man webbed the man's foot to the ground.

"Hey man, doing a little cardio?" He asked casually. "It'd be easier without the extra weight."

The boy shot a web at the bag the man was carrying, it flew towards him. C.C. remained in place, one hand pointing at the guy's back. She scanned his body and found a gun and a pocket knife hidden in his belt, she turned off the camouflage on her hand and held two fingers up. Spider-man nodded.

"Alright, man, hand over your weapons before you hurt someone..."

"Like hell I'm giving you my stuff!" The stranger roared. "Just stick me to the wall and have it over with!"

"I can't let you keep those," The boy sighed. "You could attack the cops."

"What, like this?"

The man grabbed the gun and pointed directly at her friend's head, she heard the gunshot and saw the boy dodging the bullet, but it was the first time someone had actually shot at her friend, it freaked her out. She used her taser, Spider-man had no chance to stop her, he'd barely moved.

"NO!"

The thief fell without making a sound, she lowered her hand, breathing heavily.

"What did you do? You're not supposed to do anything unless there's too many of them, he was just a guy!"

"H-he tried to hurt you."

"You know I could've dodged the bullet, I did!" He said, crouching next to the robber to check his pulse. "Is he going to be okay?"

"Are you okay?"

"He never touched me," He replied exasperated. "We can't leave him like this..."

"I'm... I'm sorry... I don't know..." She couldn't form a whole sentence, she was confused. "I don't know why I did that."

"There's a police station three blocks away," He said, not really paying attention to her. "I'll take him, you wait here."

"But—"

"I don't want you to get in trouble," He insisted. "Here."

Peter pulled the small taser off the man's back and handed it back to her.

"I'm not supposed to have S.H.I.E.LD tech, if they confiscate it they might inform your people and then they'll tighten security, I don't want them to take you away."

C.C. closed her first, still unable to talk.

What was this thing she was feeling? She'd foolishly thought Peter would get shot.

Ashamed of the way her actions had upset him now she felt... something else, but she couldn't put her finger on it.

It was yearning, she later discovered.

A strong feeling of wishing for something, especially something that you cannot have or get easily, according to Cambridge Dictionary.

After a long night of thinking, she'd come to the conclusion that she'd yearned for Peter's support after messing up. He was always so patient with her when they were at school, and he simply couldn't see anything she did as bad or out of place, but as Copycat, Peter demanded more of her.

He thought of her as this agent that should not be making amateur mistakes, especially after teaching him how to be better. He'd gotten frustrated at her, not only cause it could've affected the man in a serious way, but also because she was the only help Peter could get from another hero, and he couldn't afford to lose her.

'So this is how caring feels like...' She thought.

The young girl approached Peter the next day looking a little anxious, she knew he had no clue, but part of her still couldn't shake the fear of getting scolded a second time by him. When she was close enough to be noticed, his face lit up.

"Hi! All good?"

Her spirits lifted immediately, she beamed at the boy.

"Perfect," C.C. took the seat next to him. "How was your morning?"

"Nothing new," He smiled.

This was the main reason why she was adamant to keep her identity a secret. How would she be treated if Peter knew what an idiot she actually was? She could only imagine the number of arguments they would have every day if he knew the truth.

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The Shadow Thief (part 6)

Summary: What happens when Peter has to work with the girl he hates.

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Swearing.

A/n: This is late… super late.

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Peter knocked on Y/n's door. He heard a bit of shuffling before she called out "Come in."

Peter stepped into a pitch-black room. Even with his enhanced senses, he could barely see in front of him. Not only that but the weird thing to him was that it was 3 in the afternoon.

He could see a light glow on Y/n's face from the hologram they had found searching the house the other day. He walked over closer to her. "Y/n why is it so dark in here?"

Y/n always liked the dark. It was like the shadows called to her. She felt safe, like a warm, secure blanket.

She shrugged "Do you want me to turn on the light?"

He shook his head "No it's fine, have you found anything?"

"Not really— here sit down." She patted the bed next to her.

She reached over and grabbed something off of her nightstand "I forgot after everything that happened, but I found this in the weaponry."

She showed Peter a knife. It was black with gold lines running up it, the gold almost looked like it was alive— like it was moving.

He grabbed it out of Y/n's hand and ran his hand over the shiny metal. The gold seemingly stopped. "Does this seem weird to you— kind of like unnatural?"

She rolled her eyes "Obviously, that's why I grabbed it genius."

He sighed "Where did you find it exactly."

"Well, it was on a desk kind of, like on the opposite side from where I grabbed your spidey stuff, when I picked it up and a video popped up"

"We should go scan it."

"Scan it? With what?"

Peter got off of the bed "Here follow me."

He walked out of the door, she got up and followed him "Is there just a whole different part of this house I didn't know about?"

They stepped into Peter's room, this was the first time she had been in there. This one was the first time she had been in there.

Most times if they had to talk they did it downstairs or in her room— which was technically The Scarlet Witches room— Peter's room was red with several spiders on the wall.

Honestly, it looked like a 3-year-olds room when they told their artistic mother their favorite superhero was Spider-Man. She wondered if he designed it.

"Actually yes there is." He replied.

Peter walked over to his closet, he pressed his hand against the door and a scanner popped up and scanned his hand.

Her eyebrows shot up, he was being serious. Peter stepped through the door and turned back to her "Are you coming?"

She blinked away her shock and stepped through the door— closet— they stepped into an elevator. Peter pressed on a few buttons and they started to move.

The doors to the elevator opened and they stepped into a huge room. Correction huge lab. Y/n stepped closer in, it had everything someone could want.

She turned to Peter and punched him in the arm "Ow! What was that for?"

"Why didn't you tell me about this! Or did you just forget to mention it?"

"I could say the same thing about the knife."

"The knife is one small thing, this is a whole ass other floor."

"Touché." He said and walked away.

Y/n didn't know if she wanted to slap or strangle Peter. But all she knew was she wanted to do something not so nice to him.

He walked to the opposite side of the lab and pulled up a computer. He set the knife a the machine and a light popped.

"You might want to sit down, this is going to take a while," Peter said.

"How long is a while?"

"A few hours maybe. Probably like five."

Y/n grabbed an office chair and practically threw herself in it. Great, great, great, great. She had to sit down here for hours just watching this thing. She knew she didn't have anything better to do, but it didn't help her feel less frustrated.

"What is this even searching for Anyways?"

"Honestly for anything."

Y/n raised an eyebrow for him to continue. He sighed "Like a fingerprint, any DNA, what the knife is made of, the compounds."

Y/n rested her head against the back of the chair and closed her eyes "Oh lame."

"How's your head?"

"That way like two weeks ago, and I'm fine."

"I'm pretty sure you have a concussion and those take like 3 months to heal."

"Yeah, yeah." If she had her eyes open she would be rolling her eyes.

Y/n didn't mind living in the safe house as much as she thought she would. Sure, it would get a little boring at times or she would want to punch Peter in the nose, but it was relaxing having nothing to do.

"The one thing I'm mad about is working on that project with you for a month and we didn't even get to present it." Y/n joked though she was slightly serious.

"I guess we relate with her, having to go into hiding and all."

Y/n twisted up her face "Really do hope that's the similarities end there. You do know how it ends right?"

"Obviously, I'm not an idiot."

"Could've fooled me." She muttered.

Peter gave her a hard glare and leaned against the wall "Let's play 20 questions."

"What are you, 5?"

"Do you have any better ideas?"

Yeah, shutting the hell up, "You start then."

"Fine, I will."

"Great."

"Good."

"Perfect."

"Amazing."

"Ask the damn question, Peter."

He thought for a moment "What's your least favorite thing?"

"You."

"Besides me."

"Spiders."

He sighed "Fine, whatever. Your turn."

"What's your favorite thing?"

"Definitely not you." Now it was Y/n's turn to glare. "Probably being Spider-Man."

She snorted "That's such a heroy thing to say."

"You're the one who asked." She shrugged "Where did you live before New York?"

"Narnia, next question." She answered.

"Favorite color?"

"Black, like my soul. Why did you become a superhero?"

"Well, this is kind of a two-parter. I was on a field trip to Oscorp genetics and I got bit by a spider. Passed out and woke up with abs."

"Cool can I see?"

"My spider bite?"

"No your abs."

He rolled his eyes "Anyways, when I first got my powers I just like to mess around with them, nothing serious I mostly just did it to show off until my uncle got killed by a criminal I couldn't stop."

Y/n sensed it was a sore subject, so instead of saying something comforting like a normal person, she said "Lame, that could have been your villain origin story."

"You're going to be my villain origin story."

"At least that will make you interesting."

"Would you rather be a superhero or supervillain?"

"Easy, supervillain."

"Why though? You could save people, you could be famous." Peter didn't understand her. Honestly, at times she made him want to smash his head repeatedly against a wall.

"You won't get it, you're so good to the point it's sickening."

"Just try."

"Because heroes would save the world no matter the cost, they would chop off their left tit if it meant saving someone. But villains do things they think would make them happy. Or if it's not that, it's revenge of people who have done them wrong."

"So you're a narcissist?"

She laughed "What? No, I don't lack empathy, I don't think I'm better than every else."

"I don't think I'm better than everyone else, because I know I'm better than everyone else." She smiled.

"Whatever. It's your turn." He said seemingly annoyed but she could see him trying to hold back a smile.

"If you could have any other powers besides the ones you have now what would you choose?"

"I would probably pick Dr. Strange. He can open portals and stuff, it's cool and convenient. What about you?"

"This doesn't count as your question by the way, but Wanda Maximoff. Her powers would make it the easiest to take over the world."

"Is that why you chose her room?"

"Honestly I don't why I ended up in her room, it's probably just because it looked the best out of all of them."

"What's your favorite song."

"The Barney theme song. what's the worst nickname you've ever had."

"Penis Parker."

Y/n slapped a hand over her mouth, to keep her laughter from spilling out "God, whoever made that is probably more of a loser than you."

Peter scrunched up his face "I don't know if that's a compliment or an insult."

"Both."

Right as Peter was about to ask his question the machine beeped signaling it was done. Y/n turned to Peter with a questioning look on her face "Should it be done this fast?"

Peter pushed off against the wall he was leaning on and walked over to the machine. Y/n got up and walked over next to him "What does it say?"

"Well, first of the weird thing is that the only fingerprints on it are mine and yours and the second thing is that it's made of vibranium."

"Vibranium, like that metal in Wakanda?"

"Now that I think of it- do you know who the winter soldier is, like have you seen his arm?”

"Yes, I think I've seen it in one of the avenger's press conferences."

"This is what it kind of looks like, I mean with the gold line and all."

Y/n gave it a thought for a second "It could be his, that would explain it not having fingerprints and all."

"Hey, didn't you say when you picked it up a video began to play? What was the video?"

"It was a video of Tony, he only said a few words before the surveillance footage popped."

Peter's eyes went wide "If he left a video we should be able to watch it."

"I thought the compound was on a different network than the safehouse."

"It is, but I can access the things at the compound but the compound cant access anything here."

Peter grabbed the computer and pulled the video up and Tony began speaking "Anyone who watches this SOS. You are in danger. Meet us at the safe house in Maine. We will be there until 8/23." that was the last thing he said before the video ended.

"September 23, that's in two days."

"Do you think we can make it?"

"I wouldn't count on it. Even if we could we would most likely get pulled over and I don't have a license."

"We could take the train. We can book our tickets tonight and tomorrow we could go back to the city."

"Yeah, yeah. That could work." Peter said rubbing his forehead.

"Okay, you book the tickets and I'll go start to pack."

Peter nodded and Y/n walked away. She went up back up the elevator. She pushed open the door and flopped down on the bed.

She felt like she was going to be sick. She didn't want to meet the Avengers, she didn't want to go anywhere near them.

She thought she would have been safe in New York. She thought it was different there. She could run to California. But she felt a twinge a guilt at the thought of leaving Peter behind.

Why did she have a conscience? Why couldn’t she just look out for herself? It would have made everything so much easier.

When she stole it came so easy, but when it came to Peter she felt bad.

He was rubbing off on her. And that scared her.

She would help him get to his friends and then she would go on her own way. That would be the best for the both of them.

“We have to leave here by 10 tomorrow.” Peter said passing her room.

“Okay.” Great, great, great, great.

Part 7

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[brawltogethernow]

So, I don't think I've ever asked you this... what IS the whole point of the Spider-Sense? It really seems like something that only exists for writers to ignore or work around when they want to inject Legit Tension into a story.

I’ve thought about this power so much, but never with an eye to defend its right to exist, so I needed to think about this. The results could be more concise.

Ironically, given the question, I have to say its main purpose is to ramp up tension. But it’s also a highly variable multitool that a skilled creative team can use for...pretty much anything. It does everything the writer wants it to, while for its wielder always falls just short of doing enough.

I went looking through my photos for a really generic, classic-looking example to use as an image to head this topic, but then I ran into the time Peter absolutely did not reimburse this man for his stolen McDonald’s, so have that instead.

A Scare Chord, But You Can Draw It

That one post that says the spider-sense is just super-anxiety isn’t, like, wrong. It’s a very anxious, dramatic storytelling tool originally designed for a very anxious, dramatic protagonist. I find it speaks to the overall tone of the franchise that some characters are functionally psychics, but with a psychic ability that only points out problems.

Spidey sense pinging? There’s danger, be stressed! Broken? Now the lead won’t even KNOW when there’s a problem, scary! Single character is immune to it? That’s an invisible knife in the dark oh my god what the fuck what the fU--

Like its counterpart in garden variety anxiety, the only time the spider-sense reduces tension is in the middle of a crisis. But in the wish fulfillmenty way that you want in an adventure story to justify exaggerated action sequences, the same way enhanced strength or durability does. Also like those, it would theoretically make someone much safer to have it, but it exists in the story to let your character navigate into and weather more dangerous situations.

For its basic role in a story, a danger sense is a snappy way to rile up both the reader and the protagonist that doesn’t offer much information beyond that it’s time to sit smart because shit is about to go down.

Spidey comic canon is all over the board in quality and genre, and it started needing to subvert its formulas before the creators got a handle on what those formulas even were, and basically no one has read anything approaching most of it at this point, so for consistent examples of a really bare bones use of this power in storytelling, I’d point to the property that’s done the best job yet of boiling down the mechanics of Spider-Man to their absolute most basic essentials for adaptation to a compelling monster of the week TV series.

Or as you probably know it, Danny Phantom. DON’T BOO, I’M RIGHT.

DP is Spider-Man with about 2/3 of the serial numbers filed off and no death (ironically), and Danny’s ghost sense is the most proof in the formula example of what the spidey sense is for: It’s a big sign held up for the viewer that says, “Something is wrong! Pay attention!” Effectively a visual scare chord. It’s about That Drama. And it works, which won it a consistent place in the show’s formula. We’re talking several times an episode here.

So why does it work?

It’s a little counterintuitive, but it’s strong storytelling to tell your audience that something bad is going to happen before it does. A vague, punchy spoiler transforms the ignorant calm before a conflict into a tense moment of anticipation. ...And it makes sure people don’t fail to absorb the beginning of said conflict because they weren’t prepared to shift gears when the scene did. Shock is a valuable tool, too, but treating it like a staple is how you burn out your audience instead of keeping them engaged. Not to go after an easy target, but you need to know how to manage your audience’s alarm if you don’t want to end up like Game of Thrones.

The limits of the spider-sense also keep you on your toes when handled by a smart writer. It tells Peter (everyone’s is a little different, so I’m going to cite the og) about threats to his person, but it doesn’t elaborate with any details when it’s not already obvious why, what kind, and from what. And it doesn’t warn him about anything else-- Which is a pretty critical gap when you zoom out and look at his hero career’s successes and failures and conclude that it’s definitely why he’s lived as long as he has acting the way he does, but was useless as he failed to save a string of people he’d have much rather had live on than him.

(Any long-running superhero mythos has these incidents, but with Peter they’re important to the core themes.)

And since this power is by plot for plot (or because it’s roughly agreed it only really blares about threats that check at least two boxes of being major, immediate, or physical), it always kicks in enough to register when the danger is bearing down...when it’s too late to actually do anything about it if “anything” is a more complex action than “dodge”.

Really? Not until the elevator doors started to open?

That Distinctive, Crunchy Spider Flavor

The spider-sense and its little pen squiggles go hand in hand with wallcrawling (and its unique and instantly identifiable associated body language) to make the Spider-Person powerset enduringly iconic and elevate characters with it from being generic mid-level super-bricks. Visually, but also in how it shapes the story.

I said it can share a narrative role with super strength. But when you end a fight and go home, super strength continues to make your character feel powerful, probably safer than they’d be otherwise, maybe dangerous.

The spider-sense just keeps blaring, “Something’s wrong! Something’s wrong! God, why aren’t you doing something about this!?”

Pretty morose thing to live with, for a safety net! Kind of a double edged sword you have there! Could be constantly being hyperattuned to problems would prime you for a negative outlook on life. Kind of seems like a power that would make it impossible for a moral person to take a day off, leading them into a beleaguered and resentful yet dutiful attitude about the whole superhero gig! Might build up to some of the core traits of this mythos, maybe! Might lead to a lot of fifteen minute retirement stories, or something. Might even be a built in ‘great responsibility’ alarm that gets you a main character who as a rule is not going to stop fighting until he physically cannot fight anymore.

Certainly not apropos of anything, just throwing this short lived barely-a-joke tagline up for fun.

One of my personal favorite things about stories with superpowers is keeping in mind how they cause the people who have them to act in unusual ways outside of fights, so when you tell me that these people have an entire extra sense that tells them when the gas in their house is leaking through a barely useful hot/cold warning system that never turns off, I’m like, eyes emojis, popcorn out, notebook open, listening intently, spectacles on, the whole deal.

It also contributes to Peter Parker’s personality in a way I really enjoy: It allows him to act like an irrational maniac. When you know exactly when a situation becomes dangerous and how much, normal levels of caution go out the window and absolutely nothing you do makes sense from an exterior standpoint anymore. That’s the good shit. I would like to see more exploration of how the non-Parker characters experiencing the world in this incredibly altered way bounce in response.

It’s also one of many tools in this franchise hauling the reader into relating more closely with the main character. The backbone of classic Spidey is probably being in on secrets only Peter and the reader know which completely reframe how one views the situation on the page. It’s just a big irony mine for the whole first decade. A convenient way to inform the reader and the lead that something is bad news that’s not perceivable to any other characters is youth-with-a-big-exciting-secret catnip.

Another point for tension, there, in that being aware of danger is not synonymous with being able to act on it. If there’s no visible reason for you to be acting strange, well...you’re just going to have to sit tight and sweat, aren’t you? Some gratuitous head wiggles never hurt when setting up that type of conflict.

Have I mentioned that they look cool? Simultaneously punchy and distinctive, with a respectable amount of leeway for artists to get creative with and still coming up with something easily recognizable? And pretty easy to intuit the meaning of even without the long-winded explanations common in the days when people wrote comics with the intent that someone could come in cold on any random issue and follow along okay, I think, although the mechanic has been deeply ingrained in popular culture for so long that I can’t really say for sure.

It was also useful back in the day when no artists drew the eyes on the Spider-Man mask as emoting and were conveying the lead’s expressions entirely through body language and panel composition. If you wiggle enough squiggles, you don’t need eyebrows.

Take This Handwave and Never Ask Me a Logistical Question Again

This ability patches plot holes faster than people can pick them open AND it can act as an excuse to get any plot rolling you can think of if paired with one meddling protagonist who doesn’t know how to mind their own business. Buy it now for only $19.99 (in four installments; that’s four installments of $19.99).

Why can a teenager win a six on one fight against other superhumans? Well, the spider-sense is the ultimate edge in combat, duh.

Why can Peter websling? Why doesn’t everyone websling? Well, the spider-sense is keeping him from eating flagpole when he violently flings himself across New York in a way neither man nor spider was ever meant to move.

How are we supposed to get him involved with the plot this week???? Well, that crate FELT dangerous, so he’s going to investigate it. Oh, dip, it was full of guns and radioactive snakes! Probably shouldn’t have opened that!

Yeah, okay, but why isn’t it fixing everything, then? Isn’t it supposed to be why Peter has never accidentally unmasked in front of somebody? ('Nother entry for this section, take a shot.) That’s crazy sensitive! How does he still have any problems!? Is everything bad that’s ever happened to characters with this powerset bad writing!? --Listen, I think as people with uncanny senses that can tell us whether we are in danger with accuracy that varies from incredible to approximate (I am talking about the five senses that most people have), we should all know better than to underestimate our ability to tune them out or interpret them wrong and fuck ourselves up anyway. I honestly find this part completely realistic.

*SLAPS ROOF OF SPIDER-SENSE* YOU CAN FIT SO MANY STORIES IN THIS THING

The spider-sense is a clean branch into...whatever. There is the exact right balance of structure and wishy-washiness to build off of. A sample selection of whatevers that have been built:

It’s sci-fi and spy gadgets when Peter builds technology that can interface with it.

It’s quasi-mystical when Kaine and Annie-May get stronger versions of it that give them literal psychic visions, or when you want to get mythological and start talking about all the spider-characters being part of a grand web of fate.

Kaine loses his and it becomes symbolic of a future newly unbound by constraints, entangled thematically with the improved physical health he picked up at the same time -- a loss presented as a gain.

Peter loses his and almost dies 782 times in one afternoon because that didn’t make the people he provoked when he had it stop trying to kill him, and also because he isn’t about to start “””taking the subway’’””’ “‘’“”to work”””’’” like some kind of loser who doesn’t get a heads up when he’s about to hit a pigeon at 50mph.

Peter’s starts tuning into his wife’s anxiety and it’s a tool in a relationship study.

It starts pinging whenever Peter’s near his boss who’s secretly been replaced by a shapeshifter and he IGNORES IT because his boss is enough of an asshole that that doesn’t strike him as weird; now it’s a comedy/irony tool.

Into the Spider-Verse made it this beautiful poetic thing connecting all the spider-heroes in the multiverse and stacked up a story on it about instant connection, loss, and incredibly unlikely strangers becoming a found family. It was also aesthetic as FUCK. Remember the scene where Miles just hears barely intelligible whispering that’s all lines people say later in the film and then his own voice very clearly says “look out” and then the room explodes?? Fuck!!!!

Venom becomes immune to it after hitchhiking to Earth in Peter’s bone juice and it makes him a unique threat while telling a more-homoerotic-than-I-assume-was-originally-intended story about violation and how close relationships can be dangerous when they go sour.

It doesn’t work on people you trust for maximum soap opera energy. Love the innate tragedy of this feature coming up.

IN CONCLUSION I don’t have much patience for writers who don’t take advantage of it, never mind feel they need to write around it.

[champagne-bucky]

Rebel,Rebel

Summary: Peter doesn’t like a disobedient girl.

Warnings: Dark! Peter Parker (18+) x female reader, non-con/dub-con, knife play, face fucking, begging, humiliation kink, squirting, smut, fondling, hand job, anal play

Notes: Hehe, sooo this challenge is very very late and I’m very very sorry. I’d like to apologize to @mariessecretfantasies​ for being soooo late. Anyways I hope you enjoy this one!! 

“WHAT YOU DID WAS INCREDIBLY STUPID. I CANNOT PUT INTO WORDS HOW CARELESS AND CHILDISH YOUR ACTIONS WERE! I SHOULD HAVE YOU SUSPENDED, NO-“

You tried your hardest to stop the growing smirk on your face as Fury yelled at you. You may or may not have almost killed yourself and others while executing a life or death mission. The key work here was almost.

Being a new recruit was no walk in the park. Other agents were constantly belittling your actions and questioning your position with S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Avengers, you showed them though. With every mission and every time you trained, you made sure to go above and beyond and prove every single one of those people wrong. As a result, a lot of agents became jealous and would do anything they could to ruin your credibility. Which brings you to Fury still yelling in your face.

It’s not like you were completely reckless, you made sure to carefully calculate everything you did so that you wouldn’t risk putting anyone in actual danger. Yes, that mission was technically very poorly executed, but it’s not your fault. Truthfully, the original plan would have cost people their lives if it wasn’t thanks to your quick thinking that saved everyone.

The only reason you were being yelled at instead of praised was because your incompetent teammates didn’t want to question the mission captain and think of a new plan. You were a hero, but those stubborn asses would never admit it.

“You really have me backed into a corner here, Agent,” Fury sighed as he rubbed his face.

“My desk is filled with complaints about your negligence to the team. Even your mission captain wants you suspended indefinitely,” you huffed.

“The only reason everyone complains about me is because they can’t be me. Everything they do, I do it ten times better than they could ever dream of. Even the lousy mission captain couldn’t think of a more brilliant plan than mine. You all should be thanking me really,” Fury raised his brows.

“Thanking you?”

“Yes, you should be thanking me because I’m the only competent one here willing to risk it all to save innocent people. Sorry you only hired people that were too afraid to get their hands dirty, what a sad sad team we have here,” Fury looked as if he wanted to chew your head off more, but for the sake of his already high blood pressure and an impending migraine, he decided against it.

“You know what I’m willing to do for you, Agent,” it didn’t take Fury long to come up with a plan.

“What, Nicholas,” you loved poking at his nerves. The vain in his forehead looked as if it were about to burst.

“I’m going to assign you to our Avengers program,” you gasped internally. The Avenger program? Does that mean-

“Don’t get it twisted. This program does not mean you’ll become an Avenger. This is a shadow program. You’ll be able to go on mission with your Avenger, go to their meetings, press conferences, you get the point,” you scoffed.

“And you’re doing all this for what?” Fury rolled his eyes.

“You may be able to get away with a lot of shit as an agent, but the Avengers are on a whole other level. One slip up and you're done. This program is gonna teach you just how we do things here at S.H.I.E.L.D.,” Fury leaned over the desk to be eye level with you.

You thought about giving him more attitude, but you didn’t want to push your luck. Even though Fury wasn’t saying it, he was pretty much saying that this program could mean a spot on the Avengers, right? Finally, you were all that hard work was giving you the recognition you deserve.

“Alright, Fury, I’ll join your little program. So, who do I get. Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Thor, Agent Romanoff, someone who matches my intelligence and skill set?” You leaned back in your chair with a smug smirk. Fury matched yours.

“I believe a shadow program is well below their pay grade. I was thinking of assigning you to someone who was a little like yourself. I think Peter Parker would be the perfect match for you,” your eyes went wide in disbelief.

“Peter Parker? Him? Oh, Nick, you gotta be kidding me? He doesn’t even go on real missions! He just helps old ladies cross the street, scares punk teens from shoplifting, he’s not even a real Avenger!”

“Mr. Parker is way more qualified than being a neighborhood watchmen, Agent. He’s on the team because he is one of the best. You can learn a thing or two from him. He, very much like yourself, was a big rule breaker too, still is if you ask me. The only reason we haven’t kicked him off yet is because Tony Stark has a soft spot for the kid.”

You tried to argue your way out of being with Peter, but Fury insisted or you would be met with suspension. You grumbled and trudged your way out of his office. Fury mentioned before you left that Peter would be in contact with you shortly. You slammed the door before he got his last words out.

“And don’t forget, follow the rules or be faced with the consequences,” you mocked his words under your breath as you stormed back to the agent’s wing of the compound.

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Peter couldn’t believe the phone call he had just gotten from Fury. More importantly he couldn’t believe who was going to be shadowing him. After all this time being in the Avengers program, no one ever wanted to pick him, but you, his crush, well his heart was just bursting at its seams.

“What’s gotten you all smiley, Spidey,” Sam took a seat next to him on the couch.

“N-Nothing, I just got off the phone with Director Fury, he says someone requested me for the shadow program,” Sam laughed.

“And that’s what’s making you get all blushing and giddy? Gee, you not getting enough attention at home?” Peter rolled his eyes at Sam.

“No, it’s, it’s just this girl that I’ve liked for some time. Apparently she wanted me to be her guide.”

“Who is she?” Once Peter said your name, Sam’s eyes lit up in fear.

“Aww no man, you don’t want to be messing around with her,” Peter’s face fell.

“Why not?”

“Well, rumor has it she’s kind of a rebel.”

“Kind of?”

“From what I hear from other agents, she’s always breaking protocol, almost always putting people in danger, risking lives, not a good look if you ask me. Come to think of it, why didn’t Fury deny her application?”

“Maybe he thinks I can be a good influence on her,” Peter smiled and nudged Sam’s arm.

“Pfft, when pigs fly,” Sam got up and walked away leaving Peter to write out an informative email to you.

“Just be careful with her is all I’m saying, kid.”

Peter ignored him as he pulled up his email and began to write to you.

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Your alarm was blaring way too early in the morning for your liking. Peter insisted on starting everyday at 6 a.m. because “crime always starts early”, or something stupid like that. You two had only been with each other for a week and it was pure torture for you.

Peter on the other hand indulged in the time he got to spend with you. So far, Sam was being proven wrong about your rebel status. He always made sure you were to follow the book no matter how defiant the look in your eyes was becoming. Maybe you only followed the rules because of him, he’d like to think.

“Peterrrrrrr,” you whined.

“Whattttt,” he mimicked with a laugh.

“This shit is taking too long. Can’t we just-“

“Nope,” Peter interrupted.

“But-“

“Nada.”

“Peter-“

“I believe the correct word we are looking for is no,” you wanted to slap the stupid smirk off his face.

“Peter there is an easier way to do this,” you tried to reason with him, but he just wouldn’t listen.

“You mean there’s the wrong way to do this. I was given my instructions and now we will follow them, AS PLANNED OUT. If you don’t like how the Avengers run things, then maybe you should rethink your status in the program,” Peter stated as he kept his eyes locked on the bank.

This is what it’s been like for the entire week. You were starting to get agitated beyond belief by Peter’s smugness. What a cruel joke Fury decided to play on you. First, he makes Peter your partner, the most useless of all the Avengers when it came to missions and crime fighting. Next, his unwillingness to go off book for one measly second. If Peter could’ve known how much time he’d be saving by just bending the rules a little, he might be able to take on more serious tasks, unlike this stupid bank robbery tipoff he received earlier today.

Nevermind the other laundry list of reasons why you can’t stand Peter Parker and his dopey grin. Right now, you are thinking of good reasons why it would be impossible to get away with the murder of the most annoying person to ever walk the planet, in your opinion. While you were doing your own plotting, Peter was trying to keep his focus on the potential robbery and not the woman of his dreams next to him

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The robbers made their move around 4 a.m. After countless hours of hearing Peter ramble on about Star Wars, chemistry, and his web fluid stuff you were thankful to end the night with some action. Peter made sure to take the lead while you were waiting at the back of the bank for a back up call. A stupid strategy, but supposedly Peter knew what was best and refused to go against orders.

Peter surprised the robbers by swinging himself down from the ceiling. There were four men trying to attack him and Peter fought every single one off without taking a breath. However, as things were going seemingly well they took a turn for the worst when one robber pulled out his gun and started to shoot. Peter faltered his steps and quickly dodged a bullet headed straight for his knee. During all this time you were watching from a small window, he still refused to call you for back up.

“Parker, you need my help, tap me in,” you said through your earpiece.

“No, no, uhh, I got it, thanks,” Peter responded quickly while dodging another bullet, this time to his shoulder.

“Parker, you're failing out there,” there was no response from Peter as he kept trying to tame the situation.

You huffed and decided to get to work. You really didn’t want to screw up your chances with this program, but you were left no choice. The line between Peter’s incompetence and stubbornness finally frayed and you just about had to butt in.

“I’m saving his life, I’m not breaking the rules… right?”

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Peter was now tackled to the ground by two of the robbers. The one with the gun was reloading his bullets and the other was taking the money out of the machine. Somewhere along the line, they seemed to have damaged a part of his suit and he was bleeding out. That weakness alone was enough for the robbers to use all their strength and hold him down,

“It’s the end of the line for you, Spider-Man,” Peter started to freak out. Was it too late to call you?

“Hey boss, why don’t we see who’s under the mask,” one of the men holding him down said.

The “boss” agreed and began to walk his way towards Peter. He started to hyperventilate at the thought of not only his life ending, but his identity would be exposed.

The robber started to put his hands on the material of his mask, but not before he halted his actions and fell to the ground. Peter was stunned as were the rest of the men, but not for long.

“Hey, who’s that,” one man said as you came down from the ceiling where Peter had entered.

You have your few weapons at the ready and no time to waste. It had already been a long day and you were angry and exhausted. It took no time for you to wipe out the robbers and alert authorities of what went down. The men were hurt badly, but they should be okay, maybe.

Sirens were becoming louder as you quickly grabbed Peter and hauled him out of the back door and into the car. You whipped off his mask and started to check him for any injuries. When you went to touch a bruise on his face, he swatted your hand away.

“What did I tell you?” He said angrily.

“Peter I-“

“I said I would call you for backup and you defied me,” he pressed a button on his suit and it disappeared to his normal clothes.

“Peter you were choking out there! If I would’ve waited for your call you probably would’ve been dead by then! I saved your life, the least you could say is thank you,” you rolled your eyes and slumped back into your seat.

“Thank you? Y/N you blatantly went against my orders and did your own thing. Do you not have any respect for me?”

Your jaw dropped as Peter spoke those words. You cannot believe how irrational this boy was behaving. He was in trouble and you offered to help him.

“You know what Peter? No, no I don’t respect you. You were close to dying and I came in and saved your helpless ass. I have never met somebody so dimmwhitted, so stubborn, so incompetent, so STUPID, and so so SO annoying as you, Peter Parker. Come to think of it? How are you even an Avenger? Aren’t they supposed to have more than the one brain cell you seem to possess? Do they just let anybody be an Avenger or do we all have to suck up to Tony Stark just to get a spot on the team?”

“Get out,” Peter said through gritted teeth.

“What? Can’t handle the criticism?” You laughed as Peter slammed his hand on the center console, creating a dent.

“I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT,” you were surprised at Peter’s tone of voice.

“Get out, get out of this car before you make me do something I’ll regret,” your eyes went wide as you got out of the car and started to run home.

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Peter cried that night after he kicked you out of the car. Nobody, not even Mr. Stark talked to him the way you had. The girl he fantasized about each night had called him stupid, annoying, and possibly more hateful words in the English language synonymous to the ones she had said in the car.

Peter needed to take the weekend to himself to process everything. His heart was crushed and his emotions were conflicted. Even after all those terrible words, he still had some feelings for you. How could someone so perfect for him be so cruel to him at the same time?

He avoided everyone at the compound for the weekend. Usually he’d spend the few days there to work on some new tech with Mr. Stark or train with Bucky and Sam, but you lived there too and he couldn’t face you at the moment.

Peter was also screening calls from Fury. At the end of every mission with you, Fury would demand a status report. Peter would always have positive things to say about you, but this time he wouldn’t even know what to tell Fury.

After a movie with MJ and Ned to clear his head, Peter walked back home to the small apartment he shared with his Aunt May. He felt a little better after seeing some friends, but his heart still had a pang in it from your words. Was he really as annoying as you said he was?

Peter didn’t dwell on his thoughts for long before he felt himself getting pulled off the sidewalk and into a sleek black car. He tried to fight off whoever pulled him in, but he stopped struggling once he heard the ring of his cell phone.

“So, it does work,” Fury ended the call and scowled at Peter. “Any reason you haven’t been answering me?”

Peter took a deep gulp as he figured out what he was supposed to say. “Director Fury, I-”

“She finally cracked you,” he simply stated as Peter nodded in agreement.

“I didn’t know what to say because I’m afraid of how you’d react.”

“And what did she say?” Fury questioned.

When Peter told him the whole story from the robbery to her hateful words in the car, Fury just about had blown a fuse.

“SHE WHAT?” Fury expected the absolute worst from you, he’ll admit that, but blatantly insulting her superior crossed a huge line for him.

“Director Fury, I have it all-”

“No, Parker, I’m in the driver’s seat now. No more Mr. Nice Guy,” Fury called for the driver of his car to take off.

“Fury, please, just let me handle this,” it took a lot of convincing, but Fury came to an agreement with Peter.

“If you don’t get rid of her attitude and I find out that she continues to talk to you the way that she did, I’m terminating her position with S.H.I.E.L.D.,” Fury had no time for further discussion as he basically pushed Peter out of the car and sped out of Queens.

Oh, Peter was going to do all he could to make her obey him. It didn’t matter how he was going to train her, but when the time is right he’ll make his dreams come true. Peter was going to make his fantasies come true.

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After about a week of no Peter Parker, the Avenger was back and surprisingly better than ever. He made no mention of the car incident and you didn’t want to bring it up either. In fact, Peter seemed to be his happy, normal self while the two of you trained together for an upcoming mission. He was cracking the same jokes and still rambling your ears off about the usual stuff. It shocked you to say the least, he held no ill will for you because of that night. Maybe he finally wised up and was starting to see things your way.

It seems as if lately Peter has become more lax with you. He didn’t get mad when you were just a little late for training sessions or when you would begin your back talk with him. It was as if Peter changed overnight into a completely chill person. Not that you minded at all, you would definitely be taking advantage of his easy going personality.

However, you did notice something in his eyes that you never seen before. You couldn’t pinpoint it, but it was almost like whenever you too got a little rough during training, he would enjoy it and try to push the limit. Maybe it was all a test to see how far your strength could go? Whatever it was, it kept you curious. Peter was acting different, but not too far off from his normal self.

“We have a mission tonight at the docks. Be ready at 10 and we can take turns being watch,” was all Peter said to you before he left the gym to go off with Mr. Stark.

You weren’t used to going on a mission so late. Peter always wanted to arrive at missions early just in case he was being fooled by a criminal. Of course, he always ended up being wrong and everything would happen later at night than in broad daylight (you tried telling him that and he simply waved you off).

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You quickly rushed back to your room, slamming the door and triple checking that the locks were in place. The events from tonight’s mission left you speechless, shocked, horrified. Never in your life had you gotten out of a car and booked it to your room so fast. Peter Parker, Spider-Man, New York’s favorite defender, had done an unspeakable act.

It started out like always, just sitting in the car hiding out. Peter wasn’t talking as much so you decided you wouldn’t make conversation either. It was only until the criminals came to the docks where it all went downhill.

Peter told you the same thing he always had, he’ll call you if backup is needed. Of course, Peter found himself in hot water yet again and you decided to intervene. Only this time, you were met with more than just yelling and a kick out of the car.

“You didn’t listen,” the tone in Peter’s voice changed.

“Peter, c’mon now you were in trouble,” you began to speak, but he quickly cut you off.

“You didn’t listen, and now you’re gonna have to be punished,” Peter had a dangerous look in his eyes that scared you.

“Peter, if you’re gonna throw me out again I’ll save you the trouble and just leave. You know I don’t get why you have to be so stubborn all the damn time, if you just-,” as you were going to open the door, you heard the lock click.

“You didn’t listen, you need to be punished,” Peter began to lean closer to you as you pulled harder on the door.

“Peter, PETER,” you screamed as he put his hand on the front zipper of your top.

“Take this off,” you stayed still, “NOW!”

You rushed to take your top off and avoided the tears forming in your eyes. You fumbled with the zipper towards the bottom and Peter groaned impatiently. He grabbed the top and tore it off of you only leaving you in a bra.

You tried to look away from him and cover yourself in the process, but Peter wasn’t having any of that. He grabbed you by the chin with one hand as the other made its way to your chest. You tried to fight his intentions, but he wouldn’t have it.

“Stop moving. I’ll make this worse for you,” he grabbed your chin harder and you stopped trying to move.

He dipped his fingers into one of the cups and began to fondle your chest. Once Peter found your nipple, he circled it with the tip of his thumb. Peter was moaning as soon as it hardened. He never took his eyes off of you.

“Take off the bra,” Peter gave you a look that dared you to defy him. You quickly got rid of the bra and he took it and threw it in the back seat.

Peter was in awe, you were as beautiful as he imagined. Your bare chest and the tears in your eyes made him hard as a rock. He took his hand off your chin and began to palm himself through his suit.

Peter made his suit retract back into his regular clothing. He took your hands and placed them over the palm of his jeans. He pressed your hands down as you bit back a terrified whimper.

“Why don’t you help me out, yeah?” It wasn’t a suggestion judging by the look in his eyes.

You pulled down his zipper and didn’t go any further than that. Peter chuckled at you and brought your hand into the inside of his boxers. You couldn’t form any type of sounds as he made you hand travel through his patch of hair and up his cock. Peter was impressive, but there was no room for a pleasantly shocked emotion.

“Now take him out and finish what you started,” Peter pulled down his boxers and fully exposed himself to you.

You started off slow with a shaky rhythm. Who could ever be confident and cool in a situation like yours? Peter didn’t seem to like what you were doing and put his hand on top of yours. He guided you up and down his cock and took it off once he gave you a pace.

“Don’t be shy, go faster,” you picked up the pace as you saw Peter swipe some precum off his tip and shoved his finger into your mouth.

He didn’t even have to say anything to get you to start licking his fingers. You closed your eyes and Peter didn’t seem to stop you. The faster this was over with the faster you could finally be home.

After a fast few pumps, he was ready to come undone. He slowed you down and then demanded you picked up the pace. You were told to open your eyes and look at him, but you would close them again after a short few seconds. When he finally did cum, he brought your body close to his cock and let it all spill out on your chest. You felt disgusted, humiliated, and baffled that Spider-Man would take advantage of someone like you.

You opened your eyes once you heard the beep of a phone. Peter had his phone out and was taking a video of the whole thing. He took an additional few pictures and stashed his phone away in case you tried to grab it.

“You might want to clean yourself up, won’t take long to get back home,” Peter tucked himself away and started the car.

When you arrived at the compound you darted out of the car before he could say or do anything further to you. If he wanted to talk he would have to call you now.

You shed yourself of your clothes and began to scrub your body down. No matter how hot the water and how hard you scrubbed, the feeling of Peter on you will forever remain. You took a few showers once you thought the scent and act of Peter had washed off of you. When you left your bathroom it was well past 2 a.m.

Making sure the doors were locked for the hundredth time that night, you finally settled down into bed. You tossed and turned for the next hour until you heard your phone buzz. Not thinking anything of it, you picked it up to see who could be texting you so late at night. Your heart dropped once you saw the messages.

One after another Peter was sending you the videos and pictures that he had taken. Each one made your stomach turn more and more. He was mocking you.

Don’t ever disobey me again or I’ll send these out to everyone.

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It took a lot to impress Nick Fury after everything he’s seen and been through. Alien invasions, aliens, cat aliens, raccoon aliens… a lot of aliens. However, nothing could’ve impressed him more than reading your progress report from Peter this morning. It took all of Fury not to frame the report and send emails to all of the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents the news of this miracle.

It’s true, over the past weeks you’ve been ever so obedient to Peter. You didn’t move unless he told you to move, didn’t speak until given permission to, he had you right where he wanted you and you couldn’t do anything about it. Even if you thought of telling someone of his mannerisms towards you he would hold out his phone and get the file containing all those pictures ready in a “Send All” email.

Fortunately, Peter never touched you like that night again. True to his word, you would only be treated that way if you ever went against him again. Needless to say, you were walking on something sharper than egg shells. He would tease you spook you relentlessly, even going as far as locking the car door just to see you jump.

Even late at night he would spam your phone with obscene text messages just to taunt you. Sometimes he would send you photos of himself and when he asked for some in return, you had no choice but to give in. Day by day, this man was messing with you and you had no way of outing him.

Peter would be hot on your trail if he saw you making your way to Fury’s office. He would stop you before you could even get to his office corridor. Peter couldn’t have this getting out, his credibility would be ruined and Mr. Stark and the rest of the Avengers would see to it.

He wasn’t happy about what he did, but he didn’t feel a lot of guilt either. What he did that night in the car set something diabolical off in him. It felt good to take what he wanted right there and then. Peter couldn't help but be a little prideful about what he did. He even hinted to Sam a few times that something might’ve happened between you and him.

While he was gloating you were scheming your way into telling Fury what happened. You can’t go anywhere near the man without Peter right beside you, and you can’t call Fury because he never seems to answer his phone. In fact, Fury has been out of the office more and more lately, perhaps keeping up with the other Avengers or being involved with more aliens.

Regardless of what it was, the next time you saw Fury in person you would say something.

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You finished off your makeup and were now putting on the expensive dress your fellow agents coaxed you into buying for the party tonight. The material was tight and it was a little hard to breathe, but you’d get through it. Your body was buzzing in anticipation and nerves as you checked your hair one more time before heading off to the gala.

Every year, the Stark x S.H.I.E.L.D. Gala was held to promote and spread awareness for local and international charities across the globe. You never had an interest in going before, but this year you were bugged by the other agents to go and Peter had expressed his interest in your presence at the party. If you didn’t show you were afraid of what he might pull in your absence.

The hotel was extravagant, from the way it was decorated to the mass amounts of people in their expensive suits and elegant gowns. You scanned the room for Peter, but saw no sign of him. He was either taking photos with the Avengers or watching you from afar, and you wouldn’t put it past him to do that.

While you didn’t see him you got to work finding Fury. You went through the humongous crowd of people just to see if you could catch a glimpse of him, you even started to ask around, but no one seemed to know where he could be. It felt like forever and you were beginning to lose hope that you would never find him. If anything was going to happen it had to be tonight.

A tap on your shoulder stopped you in your hectic search. You knew who it was just by the clear of his throat. You faced Peter with a nervous smile on your face as opposed to the devilish one on his.

“I‘ve been looking for you all night,” Peter drank in your appearance, “you look beautiful.”

You squirmed under his gaze while he lingered a little too long for your liking. When he was finally done ogling you, you saw the lust in his eyes grow. You gulped as he extended his hand.

“Dance with me?” The band started to play a slow song.

You looked at his hand and then up to his eyes which dared you to say now. Reluctantly, you grabbed his hand as he led you to the dance floor. Immediately, a few wandering eyes were on yours and Peter’s figure as he led the first dance.

“You know I’ve been thinking. Since you’ve been so perfect lately, I was going to recommend you to Stark for a spot on the Avengers,” your skin formed bumps as he spun you around.

“Could you imagine that? My obedient little angel fighting alongside me. Ugh, could there be anything more perfect?”

You were about to speak, but the music had stopped and all attention was directed to the stage. Up walks Fury and Tony Stark, Fury was first to take the podium and began his long speech about the gala and what supporting these charities means to him and everyone here tonight. You kept your eyes on him the entire time and ignored the words Peter was trying to whisper in your ear. You only started listening to him when he squeezed your waist hard causing you to yelp.

“I said, why don’t we go back to my room when this is all over, huh?” You froze when he ran his hand up and down your spine.

“Peter, don’t you think that’s a little inappropriate?” He hummed in disagreement with you and he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Nonsense, I don’t even know why I asked, it’s not like you have a choice in the matter anyways,” the fucker laughed.

Your body was shaking and your face was turning red in anger. Peter was going to hold you down forever. There was no way you could ever escape someone as evil as him. Peter had a hold on you for as long as he wanted. You only had one chance to escape it seems and Fury had to be your ticket out.

Before you could form a response Fury handed over the mic to Tony. Fury stepped off the stage and you kept your eyes on him for the entire time. He was making his way out of the gala and you needed to be fast in order to catch him. Peter seemed too distracted by what Tony was saying so you loosened yourself out of his grip and stood beside him. Peter only glared at you for doing that, but you didn’t care, tonight would be the night you take down Peter Parker.

Slowly, you slinked away into the crowd as a round of applause sounded off for whatever Tony was saying. Peter didn’t seem to notice you leave and that’s when you took off. People were giving you disgusted looks as you began to run out of the ballroom and chase Fury.

You almost lost him in the elevators, but you took the steps and ran once you saw what floor he was heading to. You shucked off your heels and ran up the many steps to catch him. When you got to his floor, you pushed the stairwell door open and ran after him.

“Director F-,” you face planted.

Your ankles were tangled by some sort of slim rope and they wouldn’t come undone. Fury’s footsteps faded and new ones approached your struggling body. A pair of expensive shoes stopped right by your head as the body leaned down. You came eye to eye with an angry Peter Parker.

“Rebel, rebel,” he shook his head and hauled you up. You were beating on his back the entire time as tears formed in your eyes. The rope-like material was his webs which kept you trapped.

He went back in the stairwell and carried you up a few more flights until he came to his floor. The hallways were empty as everyone was still at the party. You tried to yell, but it only got you a harsh slap on your ass.

Peter stopped in front of his door and opened it. The second he closed it he threw you on the middle of the bed. He made his way to his suitcase and took out a pocket knife. You were screaming uncontrollably and he began to cut the webs loose. You knew better than to fight with a man with a knife, let alone Spider-Man with a knife.

“Rebel rebel, you’ve torn your dress,” Peter noticed the small tear towards the end of your gown and tore up the rest. “Rebel rebel, your face is a mess,” he looked at your makeup stained face. He put his thumb near your lips and began to smudge lipstick around your face.

“Rebel, rebel, what are we going to do about you?” Peter took off the rest of your dress. The only thing you were in was a lace thong. Peter licked his lips and began to trace the knife down your breast.

You were shaking, afraid that he might dig the knife deeper into your skin. Afraid that he was so mad at you he would go as far as to kill you. You started to whimper as Peter looked up. The smirk on his face grew wider and wider.

“Beg for me not to hurt you. Beg like the good little angel you are,” you were so close to not giving in, but Peter dug the tip of the blade into your skin just enough to pinch it.

“Please Peter, please, please don’t hurt me Peter,” he hummed in a way to tell you that he wasn’t convinced by the performance.

“Please Peter, I’ll do anything to please you. I’ll do anything to make you happy. Please Peter, I’m so sorry for being bad,” you were hysterical as he moved the knife further down your body. When he reached your center he chuckled and threw the knife to the other side of the room. He roughly grabbed you by your scalp and made you come face to face with him.

“Anything?” You shook your head in agreement. “Alright, I wanna fuck that naughty mouth.”

Peter pulled off his suit pants and became complete bare from the waist down. He pumped his cock a few times before grabbing your jaw and forcing your mouth open. He didn’t give you any time to get used to his size as he put all of himself in your mouth. He grabbed you scalp rougher this time and pushed your head up and down. Tears formed in your eyes again as you were forced to take him down your throat. He was a moaning and groaning mess until his thrust started to falter. Peter quickly pulled out watching in awe and the trail of saliva connected from your mouth to his cock.

Peter quickly sat you up and ripped off your underwear in the process. He started to rub his fingers along your folds where he found that you were wet. He smirked and chuckled as he continued rubbing up and down to make you become slicker than before. You tried biting back your moans, but Peter would only press down harder on your clit which caused you to cry out.

“See, I’m not so bad, princess. I could be good to you if you’re good to me,” he removed his fingers and pushed you down on the mattress.

“Peter, please,” you didn’t know if you wanted him to stop or urge you on.

“I know honey, I know. Just lay down and let me make you feel good,” Peter rid himself of the rest of his clothes and slotted himself between your legs.

His tip began to enter you and the rest of his length painfully stretched you out. You squirmed a little, but Peter reassured you it would feel better soon. Sure, he wasn’t your first, but it had been a long time since the last guy and you were a bit tight.

“Oh, angel, you really do feel like heaven,” he started to thrust a little faster.

Pretty soon, Peter was getting really rough with his thrust and making you cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure. Peter got carried away and didn’t realize how fast he was going on you. You felt an orgasm building and were trying to communicate that to Peter but couldn’t form the words. Peter felt you tighten around him just a little too hard and he took that as the signal to pull out. After all, he did want to see his crush cum, for him and only him.

You felt the rush of your orgasm after Peter pulled out. When you looked up at him, his chest was covered in the slick sheen of sweat mixed with your arousal.

“Holy shit, you squirted. That’s got to be the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” Peter went back inside you and hoisted himself on his knees and making you face to face with him. “I wanna see that again, and again, and a hundred more times.

He didn’t slow down no matter how many times you tried to beg and plead. Peter ripped out orgasm after orgasm from you and it only coaxed him to go harder and faster. Your bodies were covered in each other’s sweat and you were beginning to get a little tired. However, your eyes quickly shook away their tiredness when you felt fingers prodding your other hole.

“I’ve always wanted to do this,” and as Peter continued his thrusting, he pushed one finger into your tight muscle and pounded into you harder.

“Aww fuck this feels so good,” Peter cried out one last time and finally came inside you.

You both collapsed onto the bed still connected to each other. Tears formed in your eyes once the shock wore off. He had finally gotten what he wanted from you.

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Only a week went by when you had finally heard from Fury again. This time, he wanted to speak with you privately in his office. Your time with the Avengers program was up and he wanted to give his final thoughts.

“Well Agent, I am shocked to be saying this, but I am thoroughly impressed by your behavior with Peter. A little rough in the beginning, but I’m glad to see you both worked through your differences,” you wanted to scoff, but you wouldn't put a damper on Fury’s mood.

After that night in the hotel, the sex became a regular thing. Peter would demand and you were forced to give in. His punishments were still ongoing as he was still mad at you for trying to snitch on him to Fury, but now that the program has ended you and Peter Parker wouldn’t be seeing each other at all.

“And because of your improving behavior I’ve decided to push through your request,” you furrowed your brows in confusion.

“Request?”

“You know, your request to join the Avengers team officially. Parker has been raving about your skills and training that we decided to recommend you for a spot on the team. You’ll have to meet with Mr. Stark for a few interviews and sessions, but seeing as Peter has talked so fondly of you there is no doubt in my mind you wouldn't be offered the spot.”

You stayed frozen in your seat as Fury went on and on about you. You only left when he dismissed you, reminding you that Tony Stark would be contacting you soon.

When you shut the door behind you, you began to freak out. Peter was planning on keeping you as his. At this point, there would be no way out unless you either die, face embarrassment and let the video get leaked, or wait around until Peter gets bored. Knowing Peter and his fatal attraction to you none of those could happen.

On your way back to your room, you heard the familiar footsteps you’ve grown too disgusted to know. You turned around to face the man who would be running you entire life for who knows how long. Just as you were about to speak he opened his mouth first.

“Rebel, rebel, there you are.”

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Irondad Oneshots Masterlist

Links Last Checked: August 31st, 2024

A Bite-Sized Experience (ao3) - Buckets_Of_Stars T, 1k

Summary: When Tony mentioned to Peter one time that he knows how to make pasta-- not the shitty "get in a box at the store and heat up for 10 minuets" pasta-- but the real deal, Peter would not shut up about it. Honestly, it had started to drive Tony insane.

Tony's solution: Teach Peter how to make homemade spaghetti. __

(Or: IronDad and SpiderSon make some food and shenanigans result)

Away from the Sun (ao3) - xxx_cat_xxx T, 1k

Summary: Tony makes it to his knees and bends over Peter, feeling his heart thud against his ribcage at an ever-rising speed. There’s blood flowing from a gash on the kid’s temple, and he looks still, awfully still.

-or-

Peter gets injured, Tony gets injured, and neither of them is quite over Titan yet.

Don’t Judge a Knife by Its Color (ao3) - blondsak, Grace_d, whumphoarder T, 4k

Summary: “Whoa, hold up, hang on,” he says, taking a step closer to get a better look. The blade is probably four inches long and neon purple, while the handle is white with a friendly-looking colorful silicon grip. “Is that a toy knife? Is this a Fisher Price mugging?”

“Fuck you, Spidey,” the mugger replies, fumbling for the knife before scrambling back to his feet and brandishing the weapon at Peter.

Or, Peter is stabbed by a misleading knife, Tony plays a high stakes game of Operation, and May retains the one brain cell.

funhouse horror (ao3) - killerqueenwrites T, 3k

Summary: “You appear to be separated from the team.”

“Yep, most definitely.”

“You seem to be in a sealed room, Peter.” Karen draws the lines of the walls for him; the room can’t be any more than four feet by four, but the walls stretch far above his head to the ceiling.

“Sealed? I must’ve got in here somehow.”

“Yes,” Karen agrees, sounding uncharacteristically frustrated.

A mission with the Avengers doesn't quite go to plan.

He's known as jr. (ao3) - InterPlanetary_Redacted G, 4k

Summary: He turned back when the door opened, the researchers still talking, to see Tony walking in and directly towards him.

“Hey da- Mr Star- Tony. Hi Tony,” Peter tried again, brain coming to a fault as he grinned.

*** Peter's class goes on a field trip to Stark Industries, where Peter is an actual intern now, and this is, apparently, how that session goes

He's Our Goober (ao3) - battybatzgirl G, 1k

Summary: “You got shot,” the girl snaps. “You promised you wouldn’t get shot.”

Their banter is so achingly familiar, but Tony can’t quite pin down why. It reminds him of that time he was testing out new flight suits and fell off a third-floor balcony. He and Pepper had only been dating for a few months, and the two were unfamiliar with the push and pull of a relationship when one of you was a superhero.

The realization hits him like a truck.

Holy shit, Tony thinks. They’re dating.

(Or: the one where Tony meets MJ in the back of an ambulance because their boy gets a minor gunshot wound.)

It's all fun and games (ao3) - frostysunflowers T, 1k

Summary: Peter loves playing pranks on Tony.

Tony isn't so keen.

I Will Soften Every Edge (ao3) - losingmymindtonight T, 4k

Summary: After a simple brain scan, F.R.I.D.A.Y. reveals something that Tony already knew, but may not have been ready to accept. Luckily, Peter's always there to help him re-find his footing.

Let This Moment Be the First Chapter (ao3) - ephemeralstark T, 4k

Summary: Peter Parker: intern, Spider-Man, has never met Tony Stark in his life.

Tony Stark: has to do a speech at Midtown, knocks a bully down a peg or two, almost gets shot but is saved by...his intern?

Lost and Confused (ao3) - Capstar98 G, 1k

Summary: Peter doesn't know where his is, but he knows he's safe when Tony's around. (aka Peter has a concussion)

My Dad is My Hero (ao3) - velarisstars G, 1k

Summary: It's dress up as your hero day at school. So who does Peter choose to dress up as? His dad, of course!

Ft. Toddler Peter and cute pepperony moments

Open for Business (ao3) - opal_earrings T, 3k

Summary: Jake likes his night shift at the gas station in the middle of nowhere because nothing ever happens. The only reason he took the job is because nothing ever happens.

But then something actually does. A teenager comes in covered in blood and asking to use his phone, and somehow that’s not the strangest thing that's going to happen during his shift tonight.

Or: Peter using a stranger's phone to call Tony for help, from the (very confused) stranger's perspective

press zero to speak to a long lost relative (ao3) - ciaconnaa G, 2k

Summary: Morgan and Peter's rescue depends on convincing the newbie working the phones over at the Stark Industries customer service line that they're the real deal.

Thud (ao3) - Webtrinsic G, 1k

Summary: Peter had been slammed into the wall hard, and Tony was sure his heart stopped.

Who's The Kid? (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor N/R, 2k

Summary: The Avengers arrive back at the tower after everything that's happened with the Sokovia Accords. They expect everything to be the same, but it's not. Now there's a kid living at the tower and the Avengers think he's more than just Tony's "personal assistant". Natasha and Wanda are determined to find out the truth.

[venomous--fics]

Request by @karmas-mistress :  Heya! Could you please write something for Miles Morales where he’s out with a friend (maybe crush if you’re up for it) and they get attacked or something and the friend gets hurt to protect him? (Whether they know he’s spider man or not is up to you) can be as angsty as you want, they can die, they can live, whatever you decide 🥰 (also your work is fantastic thank you for sharing your amazing talent and tame care of yourself 👉👉) 

Warnings: injury

A/n: I hope you like it! I hope I wrote Miles okay! First time and I'm a little nervous! 

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"That was totally awesome!" you said, "I mean, kinda sucks that it ended on a cliffhanger, but.."

Miles smiled as he put his hands in his pockets, "Yeah, but at least there's something to look forward to in the sequel."

You slowed down to walk next to Miles, "Hey, speaking of hero flicks.." 

Miles glanced over at you, and you looked like you were having a hard time forming the correct thought. "Yeah?"

"You think they'd ever make a Spider-Man movie? I mean, c'mon, that'd make a killer film." 

Miles looked away rather quickly, feeling his palms get sweaty, "It sure would." "Just think about seeing Spidey on the big screen has me excited! He totally deserves it- I mean, the guy took down Kingpin." you rambled on and on, it almost sounded like you had a crush on the hero, "If only I had a cool super power like that. Imagine, me and Spidey- A crime fighting duo! We could have matching suits!"

Miles could feel his cheeks burn at all the compliments, he could only hope that you weren't paying attention to him. Matching suits? That would be so cool! He'd never say that out loud though. Should he? It'd just be like a compliment...Or would it be weird to say that you'd look good in a Spider-Man suit?

You looked up at the top of the buildings, "I wonder what Spidey's doing tonight." "Oh, you know," Miles shrugged a little, "Seeing a movie- Maybe. I mean, he could've... Like, been in there..With us. But like.. Not with us. Because that'd be weird." 

"Imagine if we did sit next to him," you elbowed him playfully, "That'd be something to brag about."

"Sitting next to Spider-Man?"

"Yes." you replied, "Even just existing in the same city as him is brag worthy. They don't have stuff like this in, let's say, California!" 

Was being Spider-Man really that big of a deal? Of course, Miles didn't see it as a big deal anymore because he's just been Spidey for long enough for it to feel normal. 

The conversations went every which way, one topic to the next. And sooner or later, you two somehow landed on some party a classmate was throwing. Miles wanted to ask you to that party- Not as a date, but totally as a date- But not... Make it weird. Because that would be weird.

Now was his chance.

"You....Going with anyone?" 

You seemed to mimic his earlier shrugged, eyes fixed downwards on the pavement, "Haven't decided it's I'm going at all." 

"How come?" 

"I dunno," you looked over at him, and then quickly looked back at the ground, "Never been to a party before." 

You two turned into the park, to take a scenic shortcut. 

"I have an idea." Miles said, out of the blue, "Why don't we go down to that arcade- Instead of the party?"

The thought of you and Miles having out at the arcade seemed more appealing than being cooped up with classmates you didn't even talk to. 

"Sure!" You turned around to face Miles, walking backwards, "Like a date?" 

"No!" Miles' face almost turned a bright red, "I mean.. Do.. You want it to be a date?" 

"Hmm...." you rubbed your chin, pretending to think about it, "Let me think-" There was the snap of a twig that caught you both off guard. Normally the park was empty at this time, outside that one couple taking a late night stroll. You turned around to see where it came from, taking a few steps away from Miles. His Spidey-sense was going nuts, and he was on the verge of a panic attack. He couldn't just leave you, what if you got hurt within the second it took to change? What would he do then?

"Y/n," he said quietly, nervousness lacing his words. 

He heard rustling from the tree behind him, and he turned around. He was scanning every tree in a ten foot radius. Was that a distraction? Was that the wind? 

You walked around the tree that the first noise had come from. Nothing. Maybe it was a false alarm--

That's when your eyes saw a man lurking towards Miles with a knife. He must not have saw you come up to the tree. Miles was going to get hurt if you didn't act fast. Amidst your own panic, you asked yourself something you always asked yourself when your anxiety started bothering you:

What would Spider-Man do?

Without even thinking, you ran at the man, knowing full well that he was taller and heavier than you. You jumped at him, hoping to at least knock him over. "Miles!" you said as you tumbled to the ground with the man.

Miles whipped around, and within the second it took to turn around, you were already trying to wrestle the knife away from the guy. 

You really hadn't thought this through, but all that mattered to you was protecting Miles. If he got hurt, you weren't sure what you'd do.

You made split second eye contact with him, and that's when everything went from bad to even worse. the rustling from the second tree was, of course, another person. They also had a small knife. 

They must've just wanted to mug you too. Bold of them to assume that you had that much money.

The second man wasted no time in going after Miles, who ran behind a tree. You eyes widened in horror as you took your focus off of the man you were fighting and looked towards where Miles ran off to. You had to stop that guy-- You felt a sharp, searing pain in your side. You looked down and saw that the man had stabbed you. With zero remorse, he grabbed your face and threw you off, getting up and turning his attention to the other guy.

"Where'd the kid go?"

"He just disappeared." 

Despite the blinding pain, you pushed yourself up and staggered towards the men, "You leave him alone!"

Once again, you were pushed down to the ground. You let out a loud yelp of agony. You were trying to get up, but the pain was too much. You weren't going to let that stop you. You needed to see if Miles was okay. Did he run away? Did he get help? 

Everything seemed a little fuzzy, and you couldn't really hear much of anything happening off in the distance. It sounded like the bad guys were getting their butts handed to them, though. 

"Spider-man?" you barely whispered, trying to focus your eyes for even a moment. 

No dice. 

You blinked again and soon you felt hands on your face. There was a voice, begging you to stay awake. It sounded so familiar. It couldn't be. You were just imagining things.

"Y/n? Stay with me, okay? Please."

The voice was pleading now.

"That's a lot of- No, no, it's okay..." There was a pause, "I'm going to lift you up now. Is that okay?" 

You slowly turned your head towards the voice, eyes allowing you to see for just a second. It was Spider-man. 

"Help my friend." you said, sounding tired. 

You could make out the lenses of the suit curving into a look of sorrow. Even in your current state, you were still worried about Miles. 

"He's okay." Spider-man replied, "I'm going to pick you up now-"

"I need to know that he's okay.." you were so stubborn, "Please." 

Removing his hands, you saw Spidey have a momentary dilemma. What does he do? What should he do? 

He took in a deep breath before grabbing the bottom of his mask and pulling it up, just enough for you to see his face.

"I'm okay." 

You looked at him, eyes still hazy, "Miles? You're-"

Miles put his mask back down as he picked you up, "You can't tell anyone." 

You groaned a little in pain.

"Sorry." Miles quickly apologized.

You looked back up at him. Miles was Spider-man? Miles was Spider-man..All this time-

"I never answered you."

"You can do that later." 

You completely ignored him, "Yes. Like a date."

Miles wanted to be happy about your answer, but getting you help was more important. 

Needless to say, a week later, when you finally got out of the hospital, Miles still wasn't over the heart attack that this whole situation gave him. 

You reassured him that you were fine enough to go to the arcade with him, but he was too worried that you'd hurt yourself, so instead, you two hung out at the Morales household for a game night in.

Even if it was for his sake, Miles swore to never let you get hurt again.

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New Amsterdam Chapter 95

[What were you thinking Dumbass?]

{You know we almost never think.}

[You can’t just go touching Spidey while we’re dating Peter!]

“Guys!” Wade hissed. “Can we focus? It didn’t happen.” He made his way towards the opening of the alley so that he could be ready to distract. Mercifully, the voices were silent for a moment, allowing Wade to count down towards when he needed to be the distraction.

“This is a bad place for this.”

Wade turned and saw two people in disturbingly familiar suits in the middle of the alley.

[How have they not seen us yet?]

{Plot convenience!}

Wade silently ambled over to the two of them as they scowled at the brickwork. “The buildings would cut of dispersal,” one of the suits said.

“That would be okay,” the second reassured. “After all, this is only supposed to be a test to see if the product works as advertised.”

“God.” The first agent rubbed his face. “What happens if we raise objections?”

“In New Amsterdam? Well, people have been complaining the river level’s low…”

The two wandered off and Wade stared after them, eyes narrowed. That didn’t sound good. What could they be planning?

[Speaking of plans, Spiderman is probably waiting on us and wondering why we haven’t made an entrance yet.]

Wade, distracted, pivoted back towards the bank and grinned. “Let’s put on a show,” he said brightly.

[No.]

{Yes!}

“Oh, yeah,” agreed Wade, grinning madly.

[No!]

“You can’t stop an avalanche,” Wade burbled as he danced out in front of the bank, between the officers and the bank.

[NO!]

“As it races down the hill!” continued Wade as he spun towards the doors. “You can try to stop the seasons girl,” he caroled as he kicked them in, “but you know you never will!” Bullets riddled his body. Strangely, they were only coming from one direction.

[You deserve this.]

{Don’t be grumpy! It’s a great song! And you can try to stop my dancing feet!}

“But I just cannot stand still!” warbled Wade as he began to twirl.

One of the criminals poked both hands—empty--into the air before slowly following them with his head. “If we surrender,” he said, “will you stop singing?”

“Well, that’s rude,” commented a familiar voice as a strand of webbing came out of nowhere and hauled the criminal to the ceiling. “What have you got against Hairspray?” Spidey demanded before webbing up the other criminals.

“It’s all about the importance of being yourself!” Wade added as he knocked out another criminal. He peered into the bank. They were alone. The hostages were gone. Spidey had saved them all.

“What the fuck happened to you?” demanded the first criminal as he stared at Wade.

That was when Wade realized that the bullets had destroyed the majority of his suit. His skin was exposed to the open air, to the gazes of the people around him. Everybody could see how horribly mutilated the skin was.

“Deadpool,” called Spiderman. A hand touched Wade’s shoulder. Wade’s half bare shoulder. “What do you need?” the hero demanded.

“Cover,” whimpered Wade as he tried to curl on himself.

Spiderman nodded and suddenly Wade was in a slowly hardening cocoon of some kind.

{...so are we about to be eaten?}

[What?]

{Well, spiders cocoon their prey in webbing, right? And right now we’re cocooned in webbing. So, are we about to be eaten?}

[This is the problem with singing musicals. You just encourage this nonsense to spout.]

A light scratching alerted Wade to the fact that there was still a world outside the cocoon. “Are you all right?” called Spidey, voice muffled.

“Not—not really,” Wade admitted. It had taken months of partnering with the wall crawler before he’d been comfortable admitting when he wasn’t all right. Most people didn’t ask.

{Bet Peter would ask.}

[Really? You’re going to go there? After asking if Spiderman was going to eat us?]

“Could—could you take me to apartment?” Wade asked.

“Sure thing.” The cocoon rocked as Wade imagined it was lifted and he heard air whistling quickly by. The cocoon was well made; he couldn't feel the air rushing by. He heard the squeak as his window was forced open before the cocoon was very carefully put inside the apartment.

{Think this is how Daredevil feels?}

[For the love of the last shreds of our sanity SHUT UP!]

“Need me to rip a hole for you?” Spidey asked anxiously. “I’m not sure how long before this web dissolves; it’s a new formula.”

“I’m good Spidey,” Wade said firmly. “You go, uh, go finish patrol?”

A few gentle taps sounded on the top of the cocoon. “See you later, ‘Pool,” Spidey said with affection.

{Aw. Spidey cares.}

[If this is like our last interaction with Spiderman, then right about now we should be hearing—]

{You think Peter will be coming over?!}

[I think if he does we should tell him to go away again.]

{But—we like Peter. And he likes us. Why would we do that?}

[Because our skin is exposed and our skin is a toxic waste dump that will make every single human who sees it flinch and gag at the sight of it.]

There was a moment of silence in Wade’s head before Yellow spoke up in a soft, almost silent voice.

{Peter didn’t.}

That was true. Peter didn’t flinch away at the sight of Wade’s skin. He’d even touched it! Had initiated a kiss!

“I see a man who’s gone through Hell and gotten back up and still has the humanity to care about other people.”

That’s what Peter had said.

Peter—didn’t hate him. Wasn’t repulsed by the skin. Didn’t avoid him.

“Wade?”

Peter was in his apartment.

[It’s in the middle of a work day. Shouldn't he be doing something important?]

“Hey, Petey-Pie!” Wade chirped from the cocoon. He poked a finger at the soft, surprisingly strong webbing.

“Hold on!” Peter called. “I’ll get something to cut you out.”

[He’ll see our skin.]

{He’s already seen our skin!}

Wade heard violent hacking at the outside of the the cocoon. “Baby, please tell me that’s not my best hunting knife you’re mangling on this web.”

A pause. “Um—what’s the hunting knife look like?”

Wade sighed. It was. “Just grab one of my swords and pierce. They’ll cut through anything.”

[Not vibranium.]

“Almost anything,” Wade amended. Shortly after that statement a sword was thrust in—but not deep enough to hit Wade.

[Almost like he knows where we are in this thing.]

“I heard you singing earlier,” Peter said.

[When?]

Good question. Wade repeated it.

“At the bank.”

Wade’s heart seized at the thought that Peter, his Peter, had been one of the hostages. No—he was a photographer. Surely he’d only been there to take pictures. “Were you—in the bank?” asked Wade carefully.

The sword swept up making a cut. It looked like Peter was trying to cut a small hole in the cocoon. “Yeah,” the younger man admitted.

Peter had been in the bank. Peter had been in danger. And, like an idiot, he hadn’t checked, hadn’t looked, hadn’t seen.

{He could have been killed.}

Once again oblivious to Wade’s inner turmoil, Peter continued to speak. “I didn’t hear much of it, but I liked it. What’s the name of it?”

“You Can’t Stop the Beat,” Wade said weakly. “It’s from a musical.” The sword finished its circle. “From Hairspray,” he added lamely as the the circle is lifted away and a beam of pure light enters the cocoon.

{There’s a metaphor in there somewhere…}

[Hello lampshade.]

Peter’s face blocked the light. “Wade?” he asked. “I’m going to cut down to try and get you out.”

“Ah, um, uh—yeah. Before you do that—would you please get me a mask? I have spares in my dresser.”

A hand reached in and gently caressed Wade’s slightly exposed cheek. “If you want,” agreed Peter before pulling away.

Wade leaned forward, resting his head on his knees. He wanted to tell Peter how grateful he was that the other didn’t insist on Wade baring his skin. He knew Peter liked seeing it, yes. But—Peter was understanding enough to understand that Wade couldn't give up his mask—not just yet. He wasn’t quite ready for Peter to see his face.

“Wade? Why do you have fifty-seven masks in your drawer?”