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Never Enough

You thought Stephen Strange hated you until one day you’re proven very wrong.

I was finally able to come up with something for him and it honestly could be much better, but for some reason I struggle with writing for this man.

Angst, asshole strange, jealous strange, strange is a little dumb, soft strange kinda, happy ending

Ever since Strange had joined the team all those months ago, you’ve had the hugest crush on the man and it sucked. It sucked because for some reason he seemed to hate your very existence and you could never figure out why. You’d ask your team and they’d brush it off as him being him, but you knew better, you’ve seen him with everyone else.

Sure, he wasn’t the most affectionate or even nice all the time, but that was just how he showed he cared. Then there was you, he’s always short tempered when talking to you, constantly talking down to you as if you were some naive child, and you hated it. You aren’t a child and you haven’t been since you had gotten your powers, and so it hurt you to no ends when he’d treat you that way.

Not once have you proven yourself to be below him, not once have you acted even remotely incompetent, but it doesn’t seem to matter to him. He would quite literally make sure of that almost everyday.

Then came the day when his hatred hit its peak. It was on a mission that was going perfect until it wasn’t, and you had risked your life to save everyone. The moment you emerged from the rubble he had laid it into you, calling you a child, irresponsible, reckless and so on. You never had been so embarrassed in your life than you were in that moment.

Tears streamed from your eyes making you feel even more pathetic and you swore you saw regret in those eyes you love so much, but you didn’t get a good look before going invisible.

You ran all the way back to the tower ignoring your teams shouts, you just needed to get away and be alone.

A few days pass without you even so much as giving him a look, you were hurt by his words and didn’t want to be a bother to him any longer. So, you decided you’d leave him be to make his life easier. It hurt whether or not you talked to him and so you just had to get use to it. The man you love just hates you and there’s nothing you can do about it.

You slam the fridge door shut to see the upside down face of your best friend Peter, and you jump back with a shout. “Jesus Christ Pete! A little heads up next time would be nice,” you breathlessly say as he drops down from the ceiling with a grin.

“To be fair I did call your name, but you didn’t answer.” His eyes go down to your hands to see you holding onto cookie dough. An excited gasp leaves his mouth, “y/n you are the best!” His hand tries to reach for it, but you yank your arm back and tut at him.

“Yeah, no spider boy. Not happening, this is for me and me only. I’ve already had Scott eat it all last time.” A frown begins to make its way onto face which makes you throw your head back and grown before saying “don’t you dare give me that look!”

You look back to see him now giving you his puppy eyes and you quickly turn away to start walking away. He chases after you begging like his life depended on it and so once you make it into the living room, you’ve finally had enough. You abruptly stop and spin around which was a huge mistake. Before you know it you’re on the ground groaning in pain with him on top of you.

“Okay that kinda hurt,” you whisper out causing the two of you to chuckle.

The sound of someones throat being cleared causes your twos heads to snap to the right to see a pissed off Strange. What have you done now? Was it possibly that you breathed wrong?

“Am I interrupting something?” His words are harsh and you can vaguely hear venom behind them. Why was he so angry? Anyone else would’ve just laughed or even teased the both of you, but here he was looking like we had just murdered his family.

Peter quickly gets up off you while stuttering out, “n-no sir, most certainly not! We just, uh, I mean- I, uh.”

As I stand up his eyes follow me before narrowing in on Peter, “I don’t need an explanation, just next time go to your rooms to do that.” My mouth drops at what he had thought was happening, sure me and Peter were close since we are only two years apart, but he’s dating MJ.

“Strange, that’s not-!” You go to say, but he rudely stops you with a raise of the hand.

“Where’s Stark?” He send you a glare before avoiding you completely. Your heart staggers, you are beginning to get sick of the way he treats you, and you are so done with feeling heartbroken over him.

“Mr. Stark is in his lab wi-” Strange abruptly turns and leaves the room before Peter can even finish his sentence.

“-th Dr. Banner…” he whispers out and I sigh while rubbing his shoulder.

“I’m sorry, his assholeness towards me was directed towards you too.” I tell him dejectedly before bending down to pick up the roll of cookie dough that I had dropped when we fell. I straighten myself up before handing it to him, and sadly say “you can have it, I’m not feeling up for it anymore.”

His arm grabs my elbow before I can start walking, “hey wait, what’s wrong?” Your eyes meet his as your chest feels heavy, you haven’t told anyone about how you feel about the stupid wizard, not even Peter and Peter almost knows everything about you. You two stand there quietly, with you trying to decide whether or not to tell him, for what feels like years, but is only a few minutes.

“I love him…” you whisper out while your eyes downcast to the floor, too scared to see his reaction.

He’s silent for a few minutes probably trying to piece things together and then finally a small shocked gasp fills the room. “Wait you love Dr. Strange?!” The sound of his voice shouting makes your heart almost jump out of its rib cage and you shoot your head up wildly.

“Peter not so fucking loud! Someone could hear you, you idiot!” You whisper shout while slapping your hand onto his mouth as it muffles his shocked noises.

Then your heart drops at the sound of Tony’s voice which could only mean one thing…

“Wait you love the wizard?”

Your body slowly turns to see what you had feared, except not only was it Tony and Strange, it was half the god damn team. Your heart plummets into your stomach as embarrassed tears swell up in your eyes. Your eyes never leave his shocked ones as Clint speaks up, “well I sure as hell didn’t see that one coming.”

Your lip starts to quiver as the tears finally well over, this wasn’t the way you wanted him to find out, he hated you and now he would just use your feelings for him against you. You didn’t know if you’d be able to handle that, no, you know you wouldn’t be able to.

“Y/n… I’m so sorry…” Peters remorseful voice fills your ears before you’re bolting out of the room and down the hallway. This time no one shouts after you and you don’t know if that’s for better or worse.

Once you slam your door shut do you throw yourself against it and slide down to the floor as more tears begin to fall. The thought of him making fun of your stupid little school girl crush on him, crushes your poor little heart. You could already see and hear him taunting you and it hurt more than words could express. You slam the back of your head into the door as a sob leaves your mouth. God you are such a pathetic child after all, here you are a complete mess over people finding out about some silly feelings. He was always right, you are what he says you are and that’s probably why he’s always hated you and could never love you back.

A soft knock on the door shuts you up, you don’t dare to breathe as you wait for the person to leave, but they don’t. They knock once again, but you still don’t move, you couldn’t bare to see anyone while looking like this.

“Y/n open the door, I can hear you.” Strange says more softly than he has ever spoken to you ever since meeting him. A sob wants to leave your lips once again, but you don’t allow it, and instead sniffle.

“Just go away, I don’t need to listen to you make fun of me.”

It’s quiet for a few minutes and so you think he’s finally left. You wipe your eyes before standing up with a sigh, but then all of a sudden a familiar orange portal appears a few feet away from you. You fall back into the door not expecting it as his familiar form steps through.

His eyes meet yours and instead of seeing the familiar hardened and angered ones, you see soft and concerned eyes. He starts stepping towards you which makes your insides go wild and so you quickly turn around, too scared to see him anymore.

“I thought I told you to go away, Strange.” You mumble as he finally stops a few centimetres behind you. You can almost feel him against your back which makes your heart go wild. He’s only ever been this close to you when he had yelled at you the day you almost died.

“Y/n look at me.” His words are soft once again, sounding so foreign to you.

“Why? So you can belittle me? I think I’m good.” You meant your words to come out strong and hard, but they waver.

“Look at me.” He says it more sternly which makes you huff as you look up to the ceiling now.

“I said I’m good, Strange.”

“I said-” his rough, warm hand clasps around your wrist before spinning you around to fall into his chest, “-look at me.”

You both stare into each other’s eyes as your breaths mingle together. Just one little movement and your lips would be pressed against his, it scared you and excited you at the same time. His eyes bore into yours with an emotion you can’t seem to figure out, but it’s one that took your breath away. Everything about him makes you almost forget how to breathe, and being this close to him didn’t help.

“And stop calling me Strange. Call me Stephen, Sweetheart.” He whispers out so quietly as his eyes slip from your eyes and down to your lips. Your heart lurches at the sound of him calling you sweetheart, and the look he gives you as he looks at your lips makes you feel dizzy.

Before you can say anything his lips are slamming into yours, your eyes are blown wide as your lips start moving against his. Almost like it was second nature, and you had done it many times before. Your eyes slowly shut as your body finally fully melts into his, and your hands make their way up his chest and into his hair.

You’ve dreamt of this kind of moment for months, thinking it would only stay a dream, but here you were. Pressed against him with your hands running through his hair that you’ve wanted to touch for so long as his hands grip onto your hips like you’d disappear.

Everything about kissing him is so intoxicating and you couldn’t get enough, it would never be enough. You want him closer some how even though there was not even an inch between the two of you for even air to go through.

Eventually the two of you pull away to breathe, but you still keep your hands in his hair as your forehead softly rests against his.

“I thought you hated me…” you whisper to him as your eyes bore into his. A sigh escapes his swollen lips as his hand comes up to cup your left cheek. The feeling of his thumb brushing against your cheek brings a smile to your face.

“I never hated you, I was just too afraid and also maybe a little stupid.” He chuckles out at the last part.

“Why were you afraid?” You watch as his eyes close.

“I didn’t want to get close to you because getting close to someone means there’s a higher chance of them being hurt. My job isn’t something that you’d want to bring someone you love into your life. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if you got hurt because of something that was after me.”

His eyes open once again to bore into yours with a look of desperation, “you’re so young y/n, you got your whole life ahead of you and I wouldn’t want to cut that short just because I was selfish. So, I was rude to you and made it seem like I hated you. When I’m fact, I was actually in love with you…”

You shake your head as a few tears leave your eyes, he’s in love with you? You must be dreaming because there’s no way a man like him could ever love someone like you. Yet, here you were in his arms as he confessed, which is something that was clearly hard for him to do.

“You’re right, you are stupid.” You teasingly say which gets you an eye roll from him.

“Thank you, I’m glad that’s all you picked up from everything I just said.”

This time you roll your eyes before pulling back slightly to get a better look at him, “I was also gonna say, you’re stupid because I risk my life everyday that I’m in this tower and an avenger. You shouldn’t deprive yourself of happiness just because you’re scared, you deserve to be happy Stephen. If I am what makes you happy, then I’d love to make you happy until the day I die because as you already know, I’m madly in love with you.”

That look once again swirls in his deep ocean orbs and your heart stutters just as his lips are once again crashing into yours. Hollering from on the other side of the door makes the two of you stop kissing for a split second to groan in annoyance before deciding to ignore everyone and continue what you were doing.

You felt like the luckiest girl on the planet with him now by your side, it would be the two of you against the world from now on and that excited you. You could finally breathe now and you’d make sure to continue breathing for him until the end of time.

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My brain trying to come up with dialogue and how to end a fic

#mcu #marvel fanfics #marvel #spiderman x reader #peter parker oneshot #doctor strange x reader

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Heart Singer

Peter never thought he’d love someone as much as he loved you the moment you walked into his life.

Just a short little Drabble rotten in Peters point of view which is also set in a slightly different universe.

Peter Parker had always been content with being alone, Spider-Man quite literally took up all his free time, and so he was ok with it. Sure, there was Gwen, but for a reason he couldn’t tell, it just never felt right. Therefore they hadn’t lasted, which was for the best, he didn’t want to put anyone in danger and dating him is the number one reason to be on Spider-Mans emotional damage hit list.

Even when Gwen and his best friend Harry had hit it off and began dating, not once did he feel glum about it. He was actually happy for them and enjoyed spending time with the two even as they shared those moments that would make anyone feel lonely. They never affected him though.

It wasn’t until you came along that the loneliness had begun to hit him. It wasn’t until your big beautiful eyes had met his, did he want to risk it all just to be able to make you his.

Your smile, your voice, the way you held yourself, and literally everything else about you set his veins on fire. He loved it because he never realized how much he had been missing, and that’s when he realized it. No one ever worked out for him because they weren’t you. No, no one would ever be able to compare to your gentle soul that had him wrapped around it.

The love he had for you scared the living daylights out of him because his mind had been consumed of everything that had to do with you. Your lips had been imprinted into his mind and all he wanted to do was pull you into him with his web and kiss you like you were the oxygen he needed to be able to breathe. You made him feel like a boy all over again, a boy with the biggest crush on the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. You made him feel everything all at once, god he could just sit there and watch you fiddle with your pencil or bite your lip as you concentrate or watch your face fill with glee as you go on and on about your favourite movies.

Your whole existence sang to his lonely heart, but he didn’t want to allow it to listen. He couldn’t because if he did then he could possibly lose you forever and Peter never wanted that to happen. No, he’d do everything in his power to keep you safe, even if that meant staying by your side as just a friend.

Well, that’s exactly what he did, and he did it for years. Each year got worse and worse, harder and harder, and that was all because of you. He knew you felt the same as him and the way those teasing words would slip from those captivating lips, would test him every time. He knew you knew this because you had started to do it more and more, and he didn’t know how much more he could take of it.

You were trying to break him and make him give in to what the both of you had wanted ever since the two of you had connected eyes all those years ago.

It wasn’t until the night you had met him as both Spider-Man and Peter Parker, did he finally give in. Seeing you in that seat dangling above the water had shook him to his core. In those moments as his web was the only thing keeping your car from falling, all he could think about was not being able to tell you how he felt. Not being able to kiss those lips that made him feel dizzy by just the sight of.

So, when your body had been squished against his on solid ground, did he confess to you. Everything from all these years came rushing out as the two of you stood on top of the Empire State Building. Your eyes never left his as his his heart sang back to you, as each word left his mouth tears began to swell in those pretty sparkling eyes of yours.

Then before you both knew it, your lips crashed into his making the world stop and you both felt like it was just the two of you in the whole universe. It felt like nothing could ever touch either of you as long you had each other.

Peters mind, for the first time since he had become Spider-Man, went blank as your lips sucked the air from right of him. It was a feeling he never wanted to stop feeling. You and him would be forever, and he’d never let anything happen to you. He’d go to hell and back if it meant he could keep you safe and by his side.

He loved you and you loved him, and that was the only thing that mattered as of now.

#spiderman x reader #peter parker x reader #alternate universe #andrew!peter parker #andrew!peter x reader #andrew!spiderman #spiderman oneshot #spiderman x you #peter parker x you #gwen stacy #harry osborn

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A Second Chance

Just before you’re about to hit the ground a bright light transports you to another world where you get a second chance at what should have been.

In this fic you take the place of Gwen and also if you haven’t noticed already there will be heavy spoilers for NWH.

Your heart is hammering in your chest, eyes blown wide in fear, a scream bubbling in your chest, and your hand outreached towards the man you love so dearly as the air around you whips past you. The world had always been cruel to you, but you never thought it would be this cruel. You just wished you were able to tell Peter you are in love with him before the floor had given out on you.

All you can see is his mask as he dives towards you, but you know his eyes are just as wild as yours, and you know his face is twisted in fear and pain. The sound of his voice shouting out to you makes its way towards you as the world seems to slow down. His web just barely half way towards you, and you know it’s not gonna catch you in time. You know he knows this.

If there was a way to stop time to be able to tell him it’ll be okay, that you know it’s not his fault and wish for him to live a good life after this, then you would. You would tell him everything you had wanted to tell him since you were 14, god you wished you could, but life doesn’t always work like that.

As you felt your body getting closer to the ground, you give him one final smile, hoping he can see how much you love him and are okay even with death hanging over your head.

Just as you’re about to hit the ground the world stops as it begins to shake and emit a odd warping sound. Your eyes see a frozen Peter before the world around you turns white and you close your eyes.

The moment your eyes open you realize you are most definitely not in the same place you were just a second ago and the most shocking part is you’re alive. You look around the dark alley in confusion and a little bit of fear, “Peter?!” You shout out for him frantically.

What the fuck just happened?!

As you stand up your legs wobble beneath you before finally staying still and so you quickly make your way out of the alley way and towards the loud honking and talking. Once you make it out, the bright lights of time square almost blinds you causing your hand to block out the bright screens. You almost feel relieved until your big doe eyes look up to the screen showing a picture of Spider-Man and Peter… except that’s not your Spider-Man, and that’s definitely not your Peter Parker.

“What the fuck is going on?!” You shout while anxiously rubbing your hands through your hair, and getting a few odd looks from the people around you.

As you begin walking around, your eyes frantically look around for anything that could help you figure out what the fuck is going on. This is beginning to feel like a dream for you, and you started to think maybe you had actually died. Just when you’re about to give up to go sit on the corner of the street to cry your eyes out, the sight of a familiar red and blue catches your eye on top of a building.

“Peter?” You whisper out as your feet carry you over towards the fire escape and you can’t help, but pray and hope it’s your Peter and not whoever is all over the billboards.

You make it to the top in record time making you bend over to catch your breath once you’re at the top. You then look up at the back of Peter, but slowly begin to notice the differences in the suit. This isn’t your Peter…

Your heart drops, but not having anywhere else to go or knowing what else to do, you slowly make your way over to him. Something feels off as you get closer to the slightly hunched over boy and so when you’re close enough you halt your movements.

“Peter…?” You whisper out making the boys head slightly turn to the side.

You notice how bloody and bruised his face is and the red rimmed eyes filled with tears make your heart clench. You may have never met this boy, but you can tell he’s just a kid and if he is Spider-Man… then that could only mean he’s been through hell recently.

“Y/n?” His broken voice shocks you.

He knows me? You think as you decide to make your way to his side and kneel down. Your heart breaks as he looks at you with so much anguish and you wish there was something you could do, but there isn’t and so you gently rest your hand on his shoulder. His eyes slightly furrow as he looks at you, “you’re not my y/n…”

You slightly shake your head. His eyes stare at you for a few more seconds before they close as the sobs begin to wrack through his body and so you quickly pull the young boy into your arms.

“She’s gone, it’s all my fault!” He frantically says into your shoulder as you rub his back.

“Hey, I may not know you, but if you’re anything like my Peter then it is definitely not your fault, okay?” You tell him softly which makes him cry even more.

You two stay like that for a few more minutes before the sound of two pairs of footsteps running towards you, make you look up. They stop just behind you both and you take notice of their ages, they must be his friends. You make eye contact with the two and nod before slightly squeezing the boy in your arms.

“Your friends are here, everything is going to be ok.” You whisper out one last time before pulling away, which he reluctantly lets go, and step away as the two latch onto him. You stand there thinking about if your Peter could have ended up here like you have or if it was only you. You just want to know if he is okay and you want to so badly tell him what you wanted to just moments before coming here.

“Peter, there are some people here to help you…” the one girl whispers out as they slowly pull away from him and step back to look up. Confused, you do also and notice two figures at the top of the building. The darkness covers their identity, but you’d be able to pick out the outline of your Peter from anywhere. Your heart begins racing as the two of them swing down and into the light. You hear the breathing of the boy behind you pick up as he quickly steps in front of his friends and also you.

“Hey, wow, wow!” He frantically calls out.

You want to ease his fears, but you can’t seem to take your eyes off of your Peter as he looks at the boy. He still hasn’t noticed you yet and so you take a step foreword, to the boys dismay, and call out to him, “Pete!”

A smile breaks out on your face when his eyes meet yours, but then it slightly drops as he looks at you like he’s seen a ghost. You then take notice on how he looks a bit older than you remember, which doesn’t make any sense. No time has passed since you had been brought here…

“Y/n? Is that really you…?” He almost whispers as the tears begin to well in his eyes.

You nod as you run to him and latch your arms around his broad shoulders. A relieved sob leaves your mouth as his hands desperately latch onto the back of your shirt as if you’d disappear any second. Your head nuzzles into his neck before you pull away to look up into his teary eyes.

“There’s so much I want to say to you, but you have to help the poor kid. He really needs you…” your eyes finally slide away from your Peter and over to the older looking one, “he needs the both of you.”

The older one gives you a slight smile before you look back into your Peters eyes and he gives your arms a slight squeeze. You can see so much pain behind his eyes and you want to so badly know what has happened, but you’ll just have to wait.

As they talk to the boy, not once does his hand let go of yours and not once do you wish for him to let go.

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The moment you all make your way into a school lab, a girl who looks almost identical to you, but just a bit younger, runs into young Peters arms. You watch as they tightly embrace and share a loving kiss. You wish you had been able to do that with your Peter, but you had never had the courage to confess and so you had been stuck by his side as a friend.

Your Peters hand squeezes yours causing you to look away from the two and up at him. He continues to look at them with a haunted look on his face and you can’t help, but to wish to know why he was so heartbroken. What had happened after you were brought here?

“Peter?” You ask causing him to look away and down to you with a now happy, but sad look. He gives you a slight smile to try and comfort you, but you see past it. He was never good at hiding from you and you both knew that.

“What happened after we were brought here? The last thing I remember is falling and then all of a sudden I was here.” You ask him.

Everyone looks at you two before deciding to give you guys space. You don’t want to take up too much time because you know how important these cures are, but you just have to know what happened and why Peter looks so sad whenever he looks at you.

“Y/n… you died. I couldn’t save you…” He whispers out heartbrokenly while his eyes close.

Your eyes furrow in confusion, “no I didn’t. Peter, look I’m right here.”

His head shakes before his hand covers his eyes to hide the tears that started falling. You feel your heart break for the millionth time that day, and then everything makes sense. Your peter looking older, you being brought here, and him looking like he had seen a ghost. Your hand slaps against your mouth as tears well over your eyes. You really had died that day…

“I’m so sorry… it was all my fau-” he frantically pleas at you while grabbing the sides of your face.

Without thinking your hands grab onto the back of his neck and you pull his head down to connect your lips to his. The world around you begins to fade as his soft lips move against yours, nothing you had ever imagined could compare to this. You just had wished you’d done it years ago when things weren’t so complicated, when he was just your awkward dork of a best friend.

You both finally pull away for air and rest your foreheads together. A blissful smile adorns both of your faces and before he can say anything more, you decide to speak up.

“I’ve wanted to do that since the day I had met you, Peter Parker.” Your words are breathless and airy, but they’re filled with so much happiness.

He chuckles, “I’ve wanted to do that since the moment I saw you walk through that classroom door.”

A sob mixed with a laugh leaves your lips at those words, you both had been fools for waiting so long. Your thumb gently traces his bottom lip as you look into his eyes to say softly “it wasn’t your fault, you know? I just want you to know that even if you don’t believe it. There was nothing you could’ve done and it’s ok…”

His eyes close as he sucks in a deep breath while holding you tight, he hesitantly nods before opening his eyes and nodding again. You gently kiss him once more and wish to never stop, but there are some people that need saving and so you pull away once more. His lips try to follow yours making you giggle and him to smile.

“Now go help save the universe dork.”

Before you can pull away he pecks you once more before pulling away and giving you a salute, “aye, aye captain.”

Your eyes follow him as he goes over to put on a lab coat to which you smile fondly at, he’s such a nerd. He gives you a wink which makes you blush and look away.

Eventually, your eyes meet the familiar ones of your own and you see a faint smile on your younger selfs face. She walks up to you to stand by you to watch the boys work, your Peter occasionally looking over at you.

“So, how long have you and Peter been together?” You ask her and she fondly smiles over at the boy while saying “about 2 years now, he’s amazing.”

Your eyes look over to your Peter as you whisper out “he really is..”

You feel her look at the side of your face, “it’s so weird to see an older me...”

You both laugh as you say “it really is.”

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As the three Peters finish the cures, young Peter makes Ned conjure up a portal for young y/n to go through. Your eyes widen in amazement at the magical thing in front of you all. You then feel a clothed hand grab onto yours, which causes you to look up at your Peter questioningly. The look in his eyes makes you shake your head, “no, Peter. I’m staying here and helping those two, they’re just kids.”

“Y/n please… I can’t lose you again,” he says to you as he pulls you in close.

You bite your lip while resting a hand against the side of his face and he leans into it. “I promise you won’t. I won’t leave you after I finally just got you, we will get our happy ending, I swear it.” You quickly kiss him before looking over at Ned and telling him to close it, to which he does hesitantly.

Ned then conjures up another portal, but to the place where everything will take place. You can’t help, but to feel nervous as everything starts to feel realer than ever. What if you lose him instead? The world had never seemed to like you in the first place, it had literally killed you off and so what if it decides to kill off the man you love all because you had come back from the dead. You wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if that were to happen.

Before your Peter can step through the portal to follow his brothers, you latch your hand onto his, your hand slightly shaking. Your eyes bore into his pleadingly as you say “please be safe, I have so many things I want to tell you and I can’t do that if you leave me.”

He takes a step towards you before his hand comes up to gently cup your face and a soft smile makes its way onto his cute face, “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Then they’re off onto the scaffolding to try and save the universe. You make your way over to Ned and MJ to wait for the cue from the three boys, not once do your worries ease up. They most likely won’t until Peter is back in your arms and safe.

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“Ned close it now!” MJ frantically yells at her friend as he repeatedly does circle motions with his hand, but nothing happens.

Your eyes dart between the two and the fight happening just on the other side of the portal, your anxiety spiking for the kids and Peters. Ned keeps repeating for the portal to close, but nothing changes. The two start shouting at each other as everything starts setting in, the plan isn’t going as you all had planned for it to go.

“Guys! Stop yelling, we will figure it out. Just… keep trying, it has to work at some point.” You shout towards the two in determination making the two stop arguing and look over to you. A hopeful looks passes through their eyes just before a sound you were all too familiar with came barrelling towards you three. Your eyes widen as you turn to stare at Dr. Connors running towards you three.

“Ned close it, close it! He’s coming, oh my god. Close it!” MJ screams.

“I cant, oh god, we’re gonna die!” Ned screams back.

Without thinking you latch your hands around their wrists and begin dragging them around the room as young Peter comes swinging in not too far behind.

“Get out of here!” He shouts over all the crashing and you don’t think twice before dragging the two out and onto the scaffolding. The air frantically whipping your hair around as you three run along the planks to get a safe distance from them. Once you deem it’s safe enough, you whirl around on the two and grab onto each of their shoulders.

“Okay, everything is going to be ok. Just a slight change of plans,” your eyes move away from them to frantically look around to make sure the coast is clear, “Ned how about you try the portal thing again. You need to try to get us out of here, and I’ll keep an eye out while you do.”

He gives you a nod while MJ takes deep breathes to try and calm herself after you pull away from the two. Ned right away begins doing his magic thing as you look around while occasionally rubbing her back in comfort. The slight spark of familiar orange causes the two of you to look in its direction as a familiar portal finally opens. A triumph shout leaves Ned’s mouth while a relieved one leave MJs, but then the sight of an unfamiliar man stepping through causes the three of you to back up.

“Oh no…” Ned curses out.

The man gives Ned a confused look before looking between him and the portal, “did you…?”

Ned grins, “I know how to do magic now.”

The man shakes his before an annoyed look replaces his features, “where is Peter, they need to go back to where they belong.” His eyes then meet yours and a look of surprise crosses his eyes, “y/n what are you… oh.”

You awkwardly stand there not knowing what to say or do, but MJ thankfully decides to speak up in that moment. “Peter found a way to save them, they’re doing it and it’s working.”

A thoughtful sound comes from his lips as he looks down at a now human Dr. Connors and then he’s grabbing the box and floating up towards the Peters. You quickly turn to the two and ask them who that man was to which they tell you he’s a wizard named Dr. Strange.

A few minutes pass before a dreadful feeling creeps up inside you at the sight of a man in green flying above you. You don’t know who he is, but the aura around him is nothing, but good. An unknown reason causes you to grab onto the two in front of you, some force telling you, you need to and so you do. You end up being right because not even a second later shouting is heard before everything around you begins to shake from an explosion. The three of you struggle to keep your footing as everything comes crashing around you. MJ shouts for you as she begins to slip over the edge and once again the world seems to slow as you quickly yank her back. You think everyone’s safe, but then the feeling of your foot slipping makes your heart drop and the shouts of the two kids fill your ears.

For the second time that day you begin free falling and you can’t help as the tears leave your eyes. You don’t want to die again, you can’t die, Peter needs you and he deserves to be happy. As a scream leaves your chest, the sight of young Peter jumping towards you fills your chest with hope. As his hand gets close to you, you reach out towards him with a desperate look in your eyes.

“I got yo-” he begins to shout before that same green man smacks into his side dragging him away from you. His face filling with fear as he gets farther away from you.

“No!” You scream as your last hope shatters.

As your last moments with Peter flash before your eyes, a familiar heartbroken shout makes its way down to you. You watch as your Peter jumps towards you with his arms outstretched and your body ignites like fire as you desperately wish for him to catch you.

Then before you know it his arms encircle around your body before shooting out a web to land on the ground with you bridal style. Your heavy breathing mingles together as your arms have a death grip around his shoulders and your foreheads are pressed together tightly. You watch as his lips tremble and tears begin to well in his eyes.

“Are you okay?” He whispers breathlessly.

“I’m okay, are you okay?” You reply back quietly, almost afraid this was just a dream and you were back in that bell tower dreaming.

His lips tremble even more as his face contorts into relief and pain at the same time. Then before you know it your lips are crashing into his like you needed him to be able to breathe. You both grip onto each other like a lifeline as your lips desperately attack each other.

Your hands latch onto the sides of his face as you pull away from him to look into his soft eyes that you have fallen so deeply in love with.

“I love you, Peter Parker. I love you so god damn much and I hate that it’s taken me this long to tell you.” I breathlessly and frantically tell him.

An airy laugh leaves his mouth as he breaks into the happiest smile I have ever seen on his face, “you don’t know how happy I am to have you back, I’m never gonna let you go from now on and I hope you know that. You’re stuck with me from now on, sweetheart.”

Your eyes crinkle as a happy laugh leaves your smiling lips and you shake your head while your hand slides down to rest on his chest where his rapidly beating heart is after he sets you down onto the ground gently. “That doesn’t sound so bad if it means I get to call you mine, Spider-Man.”

A cheeky smile lights up on his face before he gets serious for a second as his eyes bore into yours and his hands move your hair from out of your face. “I love you more than you will ever know, y/n.” He says it like the world depended on it and you can’t help the waterworks that leave your eyes. The feelings becoming too overwhelming, he coos at you before gently kissing you and taking your breath away like he always has.

For once in your life you actually thank the universe for giving you a second chance, for giving you everything you had ever wanted and you know you will never take anything for granted ever again. As long as you have your Peter Parker by your side, then nothing in this world would be able to take you away from him ever again. You wouldn’t allow it.

#spiderman x reader #peter parker oneshot #peter parker x y/n #andrew garfield #andrew!spiderman #andrew!peter x reader #andrew!peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker #spiderman x y/n #spiderman x you #spiderman

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I’ve never written fanfics more in my life than I have since I broke my ankle. Oml I need help, someone take my phone away from me

#fanfic #marvel fanfics

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The Cursed Hero (PT. 1)

Ever since you were born a mutant all those years ago, everyone had hated you for what you were. The hatred led to a woman cursing you to stop aging at the age of 18, it is said you’re to stay that age until you find the person you’re destined to. Years and years go by and no one you ever meet makes you age and so you eventually lose hope. The thought of everything that happened to you all those years ago eventually stopped hurting and you made peace with the curse. It’s just something you’ll have to live with for the rest of your immortal life… well that’s what you thought until a certain mission changes your life entirely.

In this story Peter is 18 and in his last semester of high school. Thanos also happened, but he never snapped and everyone was able to stop him. Peter was never there and Tony doesn’t find out about him until recently in this story.

The readers powers is close to Jeans except you’re not able to read minds or anything and your powers are purple. Jean also doesn’t exist and so people call you the purple Phoenix. Also you’re able to control your powers unlike she could. You can also create matter with your powers which you use to make your suit, I hope this all makes some sense.

Slow burn, angst, fluff, alternate reality, reality where xmen and avengers work together, technically huge age gap, mainly will be happy

The loud chattering of the students around me bypass my loud music blaring through my headphones. I internally groan at the couple who is so graciously making out in front of what is suppose to be my locker. This mission has to be the worst one I've ever been on, yes even over the purple alien, and I can't help, but inwardly curse Tony and everyone. They all know how much I absolutely despise school and they really thought it would be funny to make me go back to watch over some boy.

They quite literally slapped this one in my face and said here enjoy, but we won't tell you exactly why you're watching over him, you just got to.

I scrunch up my face in disgust as I push the horny teens over to the other locker and pull away like I got burned, "ugh fucking gross." I mumble out to myself as I slam my locker open to see a few books inside which makes me roll my eyes. Here I am, one of the most powerful superhero's in the world, picking up fucking high school books to go off to math.

Once I close my locker I slam my head against it and let out one last groan before heading off down the hall to the class I'm suppose to be in. This kid better be tolerable if I'm gonna have to quite literally be around him for 8 hours a day. Why they thought putting me in all of his classes was a good idea, I don't know.

The bell rings right as I step into the classroom and my eyes catch the ones of my teacher. She smiles brightly at me while I give her a fake one back. God kill me now, "you must be y/n, please introduce yourself to the class."

My fist clenches at my side as it takes every little bone in my body to not send her daggers. She literally just said my name so why the fuck do I have to introduce myself? I'm pretty sure they get who I am by now.

I suck in a breath of air before turning towards the class with the sweetest and most fakest smile I can muster.

"Hello, I'm y/n as you already know and it's my first day here..." I awkwardly drift off my sentence not really knowing what else to say. I'm so gonna kill all of them when I get back home, the teacher clears her throat making me look at her as she points over to an empty seat.

"You'll sit beside Peter for the rest of the year."

I hope not... this better only be a month type of mission.

I give her a nod before making my way through the isle of desks and over to my spot which just so happened to be the very exact boy I'm suppose to watch over. How lucky, not only are we gonna be in every class together, but we're going to be conjoined to the hip in this one.

As I sit down in the chair, while also plopping my unneeded bag on the ground, my eyes drift over to the boy and I can't help, but do a double take.

He's kinda... cute.

I internally shake my head at that thought, nope, nuh uh, this is strictly a mission and I'm strictly here to just make sure he doesn't get into any trouble. Even though I can't seem to wrap my head around what an 18 year old high school boy could get up to other than... being a typical high school boy.

My eyes catch the movement of his body as he swivels to face me and so my eyes meet his. They're probably the prettiest chocolate swirls I've ever seen and oh god, no, no. Definitely not happening. Whatever that feeling I just got was, was only going to be a one time thing, and I swear it.

"Hi, um I'm Peter," he introduces himself in the sweetest voice that could make almost anyone melt.

Everything about this boy is so heavenly sweet.

For the first time since stepping into this dreadful school, a real smile graces my lips as he awkwardly smiles at me. Okay, maybe this won't be too bad if I get to spend time with him. I won't lie, I honestly thought it was going to be some piece of shit delinquent, but Peter is far from that. He's like a breath of fresh air that I didn't know I needed, and once again I'm getting ahead of myself.

"Hello Peter, it's nice to meet you. Does she normally get new students to introduce themselves or was that a personal attack?" I jokingly ask to lighten the mood and to make him feel less awkward.

He faces foreword as the teacher begins to talk before quietly chuckling, "yeah, yeah she does. It's the worst, I know."

He side glances at me once more while giving me a smile before starting to take notes of whatever she's teaching. No way in hell I'm going to pay attention to this crap a second time.

Once was more than enough, thank you.

About half way through the class of me staring off into the distance daydreaming about being anywhere that isn’t here, I feel my phone vibrate in my jean pocket. My eyes quickly make sure the teacher isn't looking before pulling it out of my pocket to see a message from Tony in our avenger group chat. My eyes narrow at the screen as I read the message, 'how's school goin kid?'

That mother fucker.

I quickly reply with 'ur so dead, tin can" before sliding it back into my pocket to continue daydreaming until the end of the class.

After the bell rings, Peter turns to me once we're about to head out through the door and asks "what's your next class? Maybe I could, uh, show you there?" I bite my lip at how cute he is when he fumbles over his words. I give him a smile and tell him the class, and his eyes widen slightly, "no way, that’s my class too."

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I follow him into the cafeteria as he leads me to the table him and his best friend, who he said was named Ned, sit. My eyes shift to the table beside it as I sit down across from the two to see a girl with her head shoved in a book. I wonder why she's sitting over there alone? Is she their friend?

"Hello nerds." She says without looking up and I hear Ned sigh, "you're also a nerd, MJ." I smirk while pulling out a sandwich I was thankfully able to make this morning before being rushed out the door by Steve.

"What book you reading?" I ask nonchalantly while looking at her out of the corner of my eye. I see her set the book down in surprise and look over at me. Our eyes then meet and for some reason I feel like I've seen her before, but where? How? I've never stepped foot near this shithole.

The more I stare at her the more I feel like she can see through me and see exactly who I am. So, I quickly look away and down at my sandwich while feeling off. I cant have anyone knowing who I am or what I do, I wear a full blown suit for a reason.

Though as I sit there staring at my uneaten sandwich the blurry memories from the battle of New York start resurfacing. That same memory of saving someone while half my mask was charred off from some stupid Chritari, replays like a broken record. I know they saw what I looked like, but I was so focused on making sure they were safe and too busy making sure my teammates weren't too swarmed to even get a good look at the persons face. I just trusted they wouldn't say anything and jumped off back into battle.

Every time it resurfaces I can't help, but think how stupid I was on that day. I mean so much happened, and way too many blows to the head had caused some memory loss. All I know is that I was reckless and the team never lets me live it down to this day, always using it to their advantage before the start of missions.

I'm taken out of my thoughts at the sound of Peters worried voice, "hey you ok?" I look up and into his eyes as the real me for a split second before quickly putting on my fake charade.

"Yes, sorry I'm a huge day dreamer if you haven't noticed." I chuckle out while picking up my sandwich to finally start eating. He watches me for a few seconds making my face feel hot which embarrasses me to no ends. I've always been good at putting on charades, but when it comes to blushing... my face always betrays me and it's the one thing I hate most about myself. It's so embarrassing.

"I'm reading Romeo and Juliet, you read?" MJ finally says making me feel grateful for her in that moment.

I finish chewing before saying "I do, but not those kind of books. I'm more of a good ol fantasy type girl, ya know?" Not a lie, which kind of shocks me, but I guess it's okay to not completely fake who I am. It can be exhausting to come up with a whole new personality because you have to remember every little thing you said.

She stares at me for a few more seconds before going back to her book as the two boys in front of me go on and on about Star Wars. I liked Star Wars while growing up, but damn, these two are on a whole other level.

"What about you y/n? You like Star Wars?" Ned asks me in hopefulness and I hesitate on my answer. Now I could tell them the truth and have them drag me into their bickering and fangirling or say no and sit here peacefully while vaguely listening in.

"Hmm, a little, but not really..." I decide to go with the half truth.

Ned dejectedly goes back to talking to Peter about whatever they were on about.

Before I can take another bite of my delicious sandwich, my phone lights up on the table and I sigh. That vibration belongs to Fury which could only mean two things, a new mission or new information he had forgotten to give me.

I feel the two boys watching me as I pick up my phone to look at the message, 'head downtown ASAP, a man in a suit is causing a fuss and needs to be stopped before I have the city on my ass.'

My eyes furrow as I reply back, 'cant one of the boys take care of it?'

I wait a few seconds for his reply, and make eye contact with a curious Peter for a split second. My phone vibrates once again, 'these are orders y/n." I groan under my breath knowing there's no more room to argue before quickly packing away my sandwich into my bag and looking over at the boys pleadingly.

"Do you guys mind if you watch my bag while I go out? Something came up at home and it will just drag me down if I take it. I should be back soon, I promise." I bite my lip as I look between the two, starting to feel antsy as the time ticks by. This is why I absolutely refuse to carry around any sort of bag, they just weigh you down and take up more space than needed.

"Yeah, of course! Is everything ok?" Peter asks while taking my bag from me and I quickly start backing away from the table, catching the eyes of MJ who seems to have a knowing look. I don't dwell on it though before giving Peter one last look and shouting over my shoulder, "yeah, yeah I'll be back!"

Then I'm heading off to the scene not really knowing exactly what to expect.

Let’s just hope I can clear this up as soon as possible…

#peter parker x y/n #peter parker x reader #peter parker #spiderman x reader #spiderman x you #spiderman x y/n #alternate universe #aged up

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Two Lost Souls

You lost your dad, Tony Stark, and left everyone behind after that day. Years later you go back to look for the boy you once knew and loved, worried for his life.

After the 2 year mark you are 25/26 and Peter is 19/20 because of the blip. This was also originally just suppose to be a sad one shot of being Tony’s daughter, but then it turned into this so hopefully it doesn’t feel odd.

Angst, happy ending, sad Peter, depressed reader, and that’s all I can think of NWH SPOILERS

I stand there deathly silent as the tears behind my eyes burn to escape, but they can’t and they won’t.

My heart had plummeted the moment I saw Strange’s finger rise, and the blood in my veins froze as my dads eyes looked to me in sorrow. I knew, I knew what he was about to do and I couldn’t do anything to stop it. I wasn’t fast enough as I ran to him with a scream stuck in my throat and then before I knew it the world turned white and the deed was done. He was done, and I was left here to watch as the first person to ever believe in me, slowly die.

My eyes never leave his half charred face while wishing the roles were reversed. It should’ve been me, I should’ve been the one to sacrifice myself. He had more to lose than I do, a family, a real daughter, and a wife who loves him dearly. Where all I had was him, but even then I barely did in these past 5 years. So then why am I still standing here barely breathing from the pain of watching him die, instead of being the one in his place.

Peters cries burn my ear drums, they’re heart wrenching and they seem to get louder and louder as he stumbles to my fathers side. The tears behind my eyes seem to burn even more and my throat closes up, but I still stay strong. I need to stay strong for them, and so I take a few dreadful steps towards the two. So badly wanting to fall into his arms and scream at him for allowing this to happen, but I don’t deserve to. Pepper needs to say goodbye and so I am willing to sacrifice mine for hers.

My hand shakily rests onto Peters shoulder, the look of his heartbroken face causes my jaw to set. Every second passing becomes harder to hold back the earth shattering scream I want to let out. I gently pull him back away from his body that I can’t seem to look at anymore, I know I’ll regret it in the future, but it’s the only thing keeping me together. One look at him, one look from him and I’ll crumble to ashes.

Peter’s back stumbles into my chest as I grip onto his shoulders for dear life. Everything sounds so loud as I hear Pepper kneel down by his side. The wind, the air, everything feels like poison now. I squeeze my eyes tightly as her soft words ring in my ears, “you can rest now.”

The despair creeps up on me at the last second making me open my eyes to look up at him one last time while he’s alive and in that moment his eyes meet mine over her shoulder. I can hear the final breath he takes as a small smile lifts at his lips. As I watch his eyes drain of life, the dam breaks letting my emotions come full force. I run to his body as my vision blurs from the waterfall of tears, the sobs are never ending as I rest my head against his now hollow chest. “No! No! No! Why?! It should have been me!” I scream out into the void, wishing and willing for him to come back in one piece.

The screams leaving my throat leave it raw and scratchy, but I don’t care, all I can think about is his charred lifeless body below me and how much I wished it were me instead.

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It’s been two years since that day, two years since I saw anyone, and two years since life became dull and lifeless.

I did show up to the spot he was laid to rest, forever drifting in the water, to try to get some peace, but it didn’t work. I had stood there at the edge of that lake for hours, trying, wishing he’d somehow speak to me and tell me to get over it and let it go like he would have when he was alive. It never happened though and so I had left that night and never went back. I couldn’t get myself to face Pepper, Morgan or Happy after everything and it made me feel guilty. Happy had tried reaching out to me on more occasions than none. He kept me updated about Peter, making sure I knew he was okay, and also trying to see how I was doing. I never answered though because I couldn’t tell him how hollow of a person I’d become. Nothing I did or do changes that and I didn’t want to worry him, he’s mourning over a very dear friend after all.

I stare down at my phone as yet another message comes through from happy, for the past year they’ve only been about me and never Peter. I thought maybe he had gone off to university and maybe Happy couldn’t see him until he went back home, but no. He should be home by now and he should be giving me updates, but they still never come. So, for the first time in a long time, I decide it’s time to go back to where my life had began. Where I had first met everyone including my dad, and I can’t help, but hope I’ll be able to handle it.

The moment my feet touch the pavement just outside of Peters apartment I feel off. Something doesn’t feel right, it almost feels like I’m in the wrong place, but I know for sure I’m not. When I was younger we had spent so much time together here, all our young and reckless memories start off here. The closer I get to his apartment number, the more confusion I feel. Something has definitely changed.

My knuckles hesitantly wrap against the familiar yet unfamiliar door and I stand there waiting. It takes a few moments before the door is finally swinging open and I hold in a breath to ready myself to see him, but I don’t. Instead of seeing him or even aunt May, a tall young man stairs back at me with just as much confusion as me.

“Uh, may I help you?” He asks awakening me from my thoughts.

I shake my head, “no, sorry I must have gotten the wrong door.”

I don’t even wait for a reply before speed walking out of the building and into the hot air.

Where is he?

What happened?

I fumble for my phone as my breathing picks up from the horrible thoughts invading my mind. I lift it to my ear as I whisper out pleas while the phone rings loudly in my ear. Everything feels like it’s spinning around me as I wait for Happy to pick up.

“Come on! Pick up god damn it.” I shout into the phone.

I don’t know what I’ll do if I find out he’s de-

“Hello? Y/n?”

“Where’s Peter?!” I ask frantically before he can say anything more. He pauses for a few seconds making me think of the worst which brings tears to my eyes.

“Who is Peter? Y/n are you okay? I haven’t heard fr-”

I cut him off, “huh? Don’t play dumb with me Happy, this isn’t funny. Tell me the truth!”

“I don’t know who you’re talking about, honestly kid. Where are you? I’ll come get you and we can talk.”

I shake my head as it feels like the universe is trying to cave in on me. What the fuck is going on? How can he not know Peter? Is this some joke? No it can’t be, he genuinely seems like he doesn’t know who I’m talking about and that brings me a massive headache.

“No, no. It’s ok, I gotta go. I’ll talk to you later, Happy.” I say quickly.

As I’m about to end the call I hear him call out to me and then there’s silence from his end. I stand there for what feels like forever trying to figure out how any of this could be possible.

How could anyone forget Peter?

I sigh as I decide to take a walk around the streets and let my feet take me to wherever they want. As the day grows darker, I somehow find myself standing out front of what us to be my dads tower, but what is now only just a normal building…

The memories are overwhelming as they play out in my mind and once again for the millionth time since that day, tears well over and down my cheeks. I don’t know how long I stand there looking up at it or even when I turned around and started making my way to the park. All I knew was I now sat here on a bench in the middle of the park he had taken me to when he first adopted me. The tears never leave my eyes as a figment of my memories play out in front of me. I can hear and see myself smiling and giggling while chasing after those stupid pigeons while Tony awkwardly and nervously chased after me.

A laugh mixed with a sob leaves my mouth as the memory fades leaving me feeling empty once again. My eyes close as I whisper out, “I miss you dad…”

A weight of someone sits down beside me, and normally I’d be more alert, but I feel too drained to care and so I continue to sit there with my eyes closed. The person softly clears their throat and something inside me warms at the familiar sound.

“Hey, are you okay ma’am?” He whispers out so softly and worriedly.

That’s…

My eyes open to look up at him and my chest swells in happiness for the first time in years, “Peter?” I whisper out so quietly, afraid that I could be wrong and imagining things. His pretty brown eyes widen as they meet mine, “oh my god, y/n?!”

A smile breaks out on my face as I pull him into my arms and hold onto him so tightly. Seeing him, feeling him, and hearing him almost makes me wish I had never left in the first place. He squeezes his arms around my waist as I sniffle into the crook of his neck. Though, the moment is broken sooner than I wish when he pulls me away to look at my face in confusion.

“Wait how do you know who I am?” He asks in bewilderment and once again all I feel is confusion.

“What do you mean? Peter, what’s going on? Happy also didn’t know who you were…” I ask.

He then goes into detail about everything that happened when the world found out who Spider-Man was. The guilt tenfolds at everything he tells me, I should have been there for him. I shouldn’t have been selfish, and oh god, poor aunt May. Peter has lost everyone now and has even lost the people who once knew him. If I could go back and take his place then I would, but I can’t and so the only thing I can do is be here for him from now on.

I quickly pull him into another hug while profusely apologizing for not being there for him. His hand strokes the back of my head as he holds me so tightly, “hey it’s ok, I’ll be ok. I’m just glad I didn’t lose you after the spell… speaking of that, how did it not work on you?”

I pull away from him to wipe away any lingering tears as I explain to him how for a year after Tony’s death I had basically left my body and travelled to a far away place. Nothing can affect me in that state and so the spell wasn’t able to work on me. I’ve always hated myself for receding to that place since my dad had always hated it, but for once I feel grateful I had because if I hadn’t then I would’ve forgotten about Peter and all those memories we shared.

His hand softly latches onto mine and his fingers interlace in between mine, once again bringing forth those long forgotten feelings I had for him when times were simpler, when we had been just a year apart, when we were both so innocent, and when we were both so happy. Now we’re both alone, older, and sad, but somehow those feelings once again ignited. Maybe this was all suppose to happen, maybe this is our second chance, and maybe this is life’s way of giving us our chance to help each other heal.

So, as we stare into each other’s eyes I don’t hesitate to close the distance between us and latch my lips onto his soft ones.

I was never meant to forget you and I never will because, I softly pull away to look into his eyes, “I love you, Peter Parker.”

#peter parker x reader #peter parker x stark!reader #peter parker x stark!daughter #spiderman x reader #tony stark x stark!reader #peter parker oneshot #spiderman oneshot

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Unexpectedly Gooey

You expect it to be like any other crime fighting day, but it turns out to be far from and what you find is very unexpected.

This is linked to ‘The New Spider’ and is also just a short drabble too.

Previously

2 years later…

The air whips past me as my feet carry me across the rooftop, the lights of New York reflecting off my mask, and a small smirk glinting just behind it. This has always been my favourite part of being spidey, nothing can compare to the thrill of speeding across the highest rooftop with the cool night air whipping by you. As the edge of the building gets closer and closer, the more the feel of the thrill excites me causing a shrill of excitement to leave my lips. My right foot hits the edge just before I’m leaping off of it into a back flip. I let my body free fall until the very last second and when Im about to hit the ground, I shoot out a web to swing by a little girl and her dad.

“Daddy look!” She shouts in amazement while pointing at me.

I give her a little wave before shooting out another web to head off to where the sirens are going wild. Once I web up to perch on the edge of of a building, my eyes zero in on the 5 police cars at a stand still outside of an alleyway on Grenfell. My ears focus in on the alley to try to pick up what was going on, and at first I don’t hear anything, but then the sound of… goo? Is that goo? It sounds so, ugh, slimy. My eyes twitch alerting me of the thing making its move and so I shoot my head in its direction catching a glimpse of something big and shiny black. I quickly shoot a web out to follow the thing and as I pass the police officers I offer them a salute, “I got this one boys!”

They all groan up at me in annoyance causing a chuckle to leave me, on more than one occasion they’ve shown me their aggravation for me doing their jobs and I find it quite funny. It’s been a game we’ve had going on for the past year now, see who gets the bad guy first and whoever does, owes them a coffee in the morning. More than enough times it’s been me, and seeing how this is going, it’ll be me once again.

I hop from roof to roof right on its tail, it is huge and alien like, and I was definitely right about the goo. The thing looks like if you were to touch its, skin?, it would stick to your fingers and never want to leave.

“Where are you going?!” A muffled mans voice shouts in panic from up ahead.

“We are being followed!” A deeper, more animalistic, voice shouts back. Then it’s head is looking back at me, but I don’t get a good look because I’m shooting a web at it so that I can fling over it’s head. I land in front of the thing in a typical hero pose, I tut at the thing while shaking my finger and slowly standing up. “I don’t think so gooey.” The things big white eyes bore into me making me shiver a little, it almost feels like it can see into my soul. It makes a deep sound while sticking out its long salivating tongue, my eyes squint in disgusted, “ugh ew, put that thing away man!” I shout at it while shivering at the thought of having to touch it.

Then before I know it, my eye twitches just before it’s gooey limb shoots out towards me. I step to the side easily, “really?” It does it again and I do the same which seems to frustrate it. “Now come on, is that really necessary?” It doesn’t reply and instead this time it tries to go for my legs, but I just do a cartwheel out of the way and jokingly look at my covered hand in boredom. It’s sometimes fun to toy with the enemy, I chuckle as I hear him have a fit.

“Venom, stop it! Leave it be, she is one of the good ones!” The muffled man shouts once again causing me to look around questioningly. Where is he? I think to myself.

“No! She looks delicious!” Venom shouts back.

“I don’t care you big idiot! We don’t eat good people!” That man shouts again. Okay seriously, what the fuck?

“Okay, one; I’m flattered you think that of me, and two; where the hell is that mans voice coming from?” I ask in bewilderment. He or it doesn’t say anything and instead the goo on the left side of its face slowly peels back to reveal a man. The eyes on my suit widen in amazement, “wow that’s so cool!”

“Sorry about him,” he grumbles out, “the parasite has a mind of its own.”

“Parasite?!” Venom shouts before folding in on the guy and all I can do is watch in amazement. I’ve only ever come across human burglaries, so seeing what I assume to be an alien just a few feet away from me, is pretty awesome. It’s head pops out of the guys back to face him, “you, Eddie, are a loser!” It says before knocking heads with him. He shouts in pain before they’re both going at each other with me standing there awkwardly.

“Uh, guys?” No answer.

“Hello…” they still continue to argue and I roll my eyes.

“Okay, that’s it!” I quickly shoot two webs at their mouths to shut them up. I look at them expectantly while they glare at each other, and then Eddie tries ripping off the webbing, but struggles. Sighing, I walk over to him to help take it off, but once I do he’s all of a sudden transforming into venom and looming over me. His large hand encircles me before I can react and I gasp, “hey buddy, wow!” I continuously try to peel his fingers off me as he raises me up close to his face, but I can’t. I can hear Eddie cursing at him to put me down, but he doesn’t listen and instead brings me close to his face. For a second I think he’s going to try to take a chomp on my head as his mouth widens, but instead his slimy tongue licks the side of my face.

“Ugh! Ew, put me down this instant! That was so uncalled for, put me down. Put me down! Put me down!” I say repeatedly while smacking at his chest. Venom lets out a deep chuckle, “you taste delicious niblit.”

He sets me down on the ground gently and I let out a huff. Today is definitely not going the way I expected and I’m not sure if it’s a good thing or a bad thing as I stand here staring at the two. My tingle doesn’t warn me of danger and so that could only mean they aren’t necessarily bad. Though, why would the cops be after them?

Just as I’m about to ask them of the reasoning, my spider senses go off causing me to turn my head in the direction. “Whelp, sorry boys, duty calls. It was… lovely meeting you, but I have to go. Stay outta trouble or I’ll have to come for you again.”

I give them a wink, which makes venom lick his teeth, before webbing off towards the screams of a woman. The last thing I hear from them is, “I like this one,” before I’m out of range.

I have a feeling I’ll be seeing those two more often than not. I just hope I’m doing as good of a job as Peter did… what if I just let a world level threat leave my grasps? What if it destroys New York? What if it harms innocent people?

I shake my head, I need to just trust my instincts.

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