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likedovesinthewindd · 9 months
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If you do Angst, can you do atsv characters breaking up reader? I want ppls tears 😈😈
anon i have one weak ass heart, i can't handle too much angst but I'll try my best.
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๑ miles:
he's so sweet, he's probably planning a whole spiel on how to break it to you in the nicest way possible. and he doesn't want to do it, he hates thinking about the look on your face once he breaks it to you, but he understands it needs to be done.
๑ gwen:
the thought of leaving you terrifies her actually. you're one of the few people she let in, and allowed to get close to her. and the thought of now having to loose that is scary. she probably avoids you for a while, giving her some time to clear her head and get her story straight. after a while she reaches out to you, maybe not even face-to-face, and keeps it quite brief. it hurts her more then she lets on though.
๑ pavitr:
he's probably trying everything he can to fix it because he doesn't want to break up with you, he wants to fix it. he probably blames himself for it, and he tries so hard to fix things, because he's not used to messing up, to things not going right. it would take you a while to convince him that's it's not his fault, and that it's okay for things to sometimes not work out. i feel like he'd want to still be friends.
๑ hobie:
he doesn't sugarcoat it, or lead you on, because he understands that's the last thing you'd want. when he knows, he's telling you. although i firmly believes he's not completely heartless about it. he'd wait for the right time to calmly talk to you, because he still wants things to remain civil between you two.
๑ miguel:
he's an extremely organized and put together guy, some might even say cynical. but he's still human, still has emotions, he just has them well-sheltered. he keeps it brief, almost unemotional. he says what he needs to say, and when he sees your face, the stoicism almost falters. he gives you an inkling of comfort though, reassuring you that it's not your fault, that he still loves you, but that it needed to be done. wouldn't keep in contact much after the break-up, but would probably use his resources to check up on you every now and then.
๑ peter b:
poor guy hates it, doesn't want to break up at all, even if he sees things aren't working out. it's more likely that you'll be the one to call things off, and even then he'd be begging you to try and fix things, to work it out. eventually he'll realize it's just doing more damage to stay together, and he'd reluctantly let you go. maybe he'd even try getting back together after the break-up, to no avail unfortunately.
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elliebitesthedust · 10 months
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Spider Sense!
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bcyhoods · 2 months
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LOVEFOOL 💌 ─── send in a character and a prompt from these lists for a blurb
peter parker + ❛ is that blood? is it yours? ❜
she’s been collecting dust because i’m insecure, but she will stay hidden no longer!! | 1.4k
warnings: blood, injury, r patching up his wounds, medically inaccurate information (we’re going to pretend it works for my sanity’s sake)
Peter doesn’t really know why he stumbles into the bodega. It’s closed, and it’s empty, safe for where you’re mopping the floors.
You move between the aisles, mouthing the lyrics to whatever song is flowing through your earbuds. He watches your silhouette through the windows, entranced as you make the most mundane chore somehow look so inviting. He knows the moment you see his face that you’d drop everything and throw your arms around him like you hadn’t seen him in weeks.
He supposes that’s why.
That, and the searing pain that shoots through his left leg is making his brain foggy.
Gripping onto his wounded thigh, he musters up the remainder of his strength to pull open the door and stagger inside. He grimaces at the shrill chime of the overhead bell. Even more so when it disrupts your bubble of peace.
“Sorry, we’re…” The rest of the monotonous statement gets caught in your throat. You stare back in his direction with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. The mop slips from your grip and bangs onto the floor.
Peter, clueless and delirious, is convinced it’s because he’s starting to stain the freshly clean linoleum. You’d just mopped and now he’s making a mess. He’s oddly expecting you to scold him before coddling him. Maybe you’ll even give him a kiss. His shoulders momentarily sag in relief.
“Spiderman?”
Shit. He’s still wearing the suit. He forgot.
“Yeah, hey,” he sings nervously, “Nice to meet you. Great establishment you’ve got here, you should be very proud.” He gestures toward the apple display before giving you a puny thumbs up.
You’re stunned, frozen in place. You don’t really notice the way his arm falls limp or the way he uses the nearby shelves as a crutch. You can’t even see the blood dripping down his leg from where you’re standing. Your mind is racing and jumbled because The Spiderman is in your store on a random Tuesday night.
Peter is never going to believe you when you tell him.
You’re abruptly ripped from your daze when he knocks over a can of tomato sauce, cursing under his breath. “Yeah…you’re here. Why are you here? And I don’t mean to kick you out, y’know, protector of the city and all—”
He laughs quietly at the wonder in your voice. He tries to take in your amazement, making note of the raised brows and the shy smile on your face, but he really can’t. His head feels heavy on his shoulders and the overhead lights are killer, even with the mask on. All he wants is for you to hold him, but he’s not Peter right now. And somehow that makes his leg sting even more.
He’s so out of it, he hasn’t even registered that you’d moved closer to him until he hears you gasp. Your expression is different now. You look mortified.
“Oh my god, is that blood?” When he jumps, you continue quieter, “Is it yours?”
“Huh? No, no, it’s not, it’s just uh…”
He utilizes the shelf to limp closer to you, but one uncoordinated shift of the hand makes his knees buckle and it sends him to the floor with a groan. A yelp involuntarily escapes as you rush to his side.
“It might be a little, yeah,” he admits defeatedly through clenched teeth.
“Here, let me help.”
He tries to protest, but ultimately surrenders to your fleeting touch as you push at his shoulders to lean up against the wall of freezers. You kneel in between his legs, ignoring the way heat rushes to your ears when he gently holds onto your forearm. It was so instinctive, so tender, like he’d done it a million times before.
Your fingers hover over the tear in his suit before you’re asking, “May I…?”
He nods. Careful of the wound, you pull and rip at the material to expose the severity of it. He makes a sound of ease, one that you’ve mistaken for worry and it shoots right to your chest.
Peter concludes it looks worse than it actually is. It’s definitely not deep enough to require stitches, but the cut crosses the expanse of his thigh. He’s fixed up worse in his dingy apartment bathroom. It’s not entirely unfamiliar, but he’s lost a lot of blood on the way here.
“Just a paper cut,” he adds cheekily to make you feel better. It doesn’t, really. When he notices the way you stare at the wound and how your hands shake with worry, he reaches to hold them. “Hey, I’m okay. Happens all the time,” he assures softly.
The frown you wear looks entirely foreign. It makes his insides burn and all he wants to do is kiss it away. To make you smile at him again like you’d done so earlier.
“A lot of people don’t really like me that much,” he says. He’s barely coherent, the words are slurred together at this point. But he doesn’t really care when he hears you scoff. It’s good enough, he decides.
“Okay. Just…just wait here.” You’re gone before Peter can grumble some smart remark about how he couldn’t go anywhere even if he wanted to.
When you reappear, your arms are full with soaking wet wash rags, a box of wound cushions, and a cheap spool of gauze. His arm is lazily thrown over his head to provide some sort of shelter from the bright lights. The bleeding has slowed down just the slightest, but it doesn’t instill much confidence.
A timid exhale is pushed from your lungs and you warn, “I don’t really know what I’m doing. It might hurt.”
“Nothing I can’t hand—oh, mmm!”
You’re immediately pulling away, the rag in your hand tinged with crimson.
“It’s okay,” he’s quick to reassure you before you can even apologize. It comes out strangled. He’s sitting up straighter, his muscles are tense, his fists are clenched beside him, but he keeps whispering it like a mantra. You’re not sure if he’s saying it for you or for himself. Maybe both.
“It’s okay,” you repeat softly. He hums.
The mumbled phrase spills over your lips every time he flinches away from your touch. It spills over his lips whenever your brows pinch in response. It echoes through the store until the beige cloth becomes red and you’re wrapping the gauze around his thigh.
He selfishly wishes you knew his secret just so you could patch him up from now on. You’re so gentle, you’re doing a much better job than he usually does. It helps that even the thought of having you around makes every worry melt away.
You’re tying off the wound and smiling to yourself with a sense of accomplishment. It’s infectious, it has Peter smiling under his mask. “Done!” Clearing your throat, you stand up and reach your arms down in an offer to pull him up with you. “You need to learn to stop getting on people’s bad side, Spiderman,” you jest.
He chuckles and shakes his head. Taking your hands, he’s staggering up and once he’s settled, puts his hands on his hips. “I think some people are just too sensitive,” he argues.
He feels miles better now, but you’re beaming at him and it makes his brain feel all fuzzy all over again. You bend down to grab the leftover materials and stick them out towards him. “For your leg. On the house.”
“Thank you,” he replies simply. He takes them from your hands, with a smirk hidden away from you. It’s such a measly offering. The box of dressings is practically empty, the gauze is tiny and already unraveling in his hands. But he’s feeling an electric current rush through his limbs and spark a fire in his chest all the same.
“Yeah…” As if a lightbulb ticks on over your head, your eyes brighten and your smile is wider, if that was even possible. “While you’re here,” you start, turning away from him and towards the counter to retrieve your phone. “My friend Peter, he um…he’s never gonna believe me, but I wanted to know if—”
The sound of the overhead bell makes you whip your head back around to see the bodega is completely empty. No evidence of any wounded superhero barging in after hours besides the bloodied floor. Before you can feel dejected, the reality settles in once more.
You just saved The Spiderman from bleeding out in your store on a random Tuesday night.
Peter is never going to believe you when you tell him.
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atbussysparks · 1 year
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Every depiction of Peter parker's Spider-Man in film is inaccurate. He needs the accent of a certified Jewish new Yorker who delivers pizza on a moped for a living and beats the fuck outta people who do crimes. He shoulda been played by ben stiller or Adam Sandler.
Andrew Garfield baby you did so good as a Jewish Spider-Man keep going sweetie but I won't forget what you did to Sarah Lynn
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hobiebrownismygod · 5 months
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What if Hobie Brown's Police Captain Canon Event was losing Captain Anarchy?
I'M BACK ON THE ANALYSES GUYS - CREATIVITY HAS FOUND ME
Every Spider-man loses a police captain who tries to save a child and ends up getting killed. We saw it almost happen to Pav and we see different Peter Parkers' and various other Spider-man variants looking at the holograms of themselves holding their police captain in the scene where Miguel is explaining everything to Miles.
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We see Peter B. Parker looking at his captain's death and we see Andrew Garfield's Spider-man doing the same.
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*sorry for the crappy quality*
Keep this in mind as you continue reading.
Hobie Brown hates cops.
He kills them. He calls them pigs. He calls them fascists. In his comic book cover entrance, the cops are literally depicted as pigs with snouts and everything. We see him fighting and beating up cops, we see him openly talking about hating the government and even more. Comic Hobie is notoriously ACAB and hates police officers with every fiber of his being.
But if losing a Police Captain is a canon event...
Hobie must have lost a police captain too, right?
Except he doesn't like cops. He would never befriend a cop, it just doesn't make sense for his character. If he befriended a cop it would go against his entire agenda of how all cops are pigs.
So what if he didn't lost a police captain?
What if Hobie's canon event was losing his long-time friend, Captain Anarchy?
Look back at the images I showed you in the beginning. We see the Spider-people mourning over the loss of their captain. We also see the Captain's faces. We see that they are in fact all variants of Captain Stacy.
But we don't see Hobie's canon event.
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We see him looking down, obviously at his canon event, and then looking back up and trying to play it off.
We don't see his universe's version of Captain Stacy. All we see is him. We don't know who died during his canon event because they were never shown.
This is why I think Hobie didn't lose a police captain. I think he lost his best friend. Because if he lost a cop, it wouldn't have an impact on his character, and thats what canon events are supposed to be. Canon events are the events that shape every Spider-man's journey, but losing a cop wouldn't have changed anything about him because Hobie hates cops. But losing his best friend...
That would be a life-changing event. Which is what its supposed to be.
Note: You can always argue that Hobie wasn't sad about his canon event because he doesn't look sad in the gif provided and because these are headcanons, I can't say anything against it. However, you have to note that him losing a cop would not have impacted him and Miguel says in the movie that canon events have to have an impact on the person they're affecting.
Hopefully this made sense. I didn't really do that much research on it besides figuring out who Captain Anarchy was and finding the gifs online, so if anything looks or reads inaccurately please let me know!
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cypherverze · 1 year
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Hardest Part of Ending is Starting Again
an avengers x john wick crossover fanfic
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STATUS: ON-GOING
PAIRINGS: avengers x teen!reader (platonic) , tony stark x niece!reader , john wick x daughter!reader , peter parker x female!reader
SYNOPSIS: After the death of your father, you are left alone, struggling to cope up with the grief. You find yourself drawn in joining the criminal underworld, just like your father. With nothing left to lose, you began taking on contracts and slowly climbing the top, establishing yourself as a legendary figure that was once your father. As you navigate through your new found life, old enemies of your father had resurfaced to come after you, and along the way, you find yourself struggling to balance your new found family, work, and the thing the you never expected the most, love. You know that eventually, you’ll have to make a sacrifice.
WARNINGS: death, blood, violence, foul language, guns and knives, gory scenes and descriptions. (new warnings will be updated from time to time)
WORD COUNT: < 30k
REMINDER: this fic is purely fiction only. i don’t own all of the characters that will be mentioned in the fic, aside from the reader’s character. this is a crossover fic between john wick and avengers, some details may be inaccurate as i’m still a new fiction writer. there are connections that had been made that was not part of the john wick franchise for the sake of the story to come in full circle. this is my original story, please do not copy or repost my work in any way.
DIVIDER BY: @silkholland
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CHAPTERS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CH APTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
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TAGLIST:
@sirimiripetrichor @nimo-jay @preciousbabypeter @graysonmalik2550 @khaleesihavilliard
taglist for this series is also open, just send me a message or just comment if you want to be tagged. as always, thank you so much for your support!
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The fifth stage of grief
https://archiveofourown.org/works/49426999 by Bergen Look. Losing someone close to you is rough. Grief is a strange thing, it affects appetite, sleep patterns, mood. May had reassured Peter many times that he was not crazy for feeling crazy. That he simply needed to give himself time. He also read about the process of grief in a pamphlet Happy gave him. So, when he gets back from the funeral at the lake house and walks into his bedroom to find Mr. Stark lying on the rug, ankles crossed, twirling his thumbs, and generally looking extremely alive… …well… …clearly this is what the pamphlet meant with ‘denial’ being the first stage of grief. Words: 7528, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Scott Lang, Other Marvel Characters Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark Additional Tags: Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Wildly inaccurate use of science, But it's all for the greater good because, Tony Stark Lives, Natasha Romanov Lives, Grief/Mourning, Humor, Light-Hearted read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/49426999
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hermesserpent-stuff · 7 months
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I know it's inaccurate but my brain loves thinking of Peter Parker as smaller than everyone around him other than maybe his Aunt May. I just can't see him as too much taller than maybe 5'2". Just all the height advantages for his enemies. And his bones are not as heavy as a normal humans despite extra sturdiness so you can just pick him up and yeet the teenager
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thirtytwoelvismovies · 7 months
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Dracula Sucks | Phillip Marshak | 1979
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I have a complicated history with this film. Phillip Marshak’s late-‘70s x-rated adaptation of Bram Stoker’s Dracula was released amidst a flurry of vampirific films and TV shows: John Badham’s Dracula starring Frank Langella, Werner Herzog’s Nosferatu, the parody Love at First Bite (which clearly inspired Marshak’s film). On television, Richard Lynch starred in the TV movie Vampire, and Tobe Hooper adapted Stephen King’s Salem’s Lot (which starred Reggie Nalder, who appears in Sucks as Van Helsing). On the periphery, the Australian flick Thirst, and Jean Rollin’s incredible Fascination.
The film is mentioned in a Dracula movie book I had as a kid, which also noted Dracula The Dirty Old Man. It was obviously on my list of must-see Dracula flicks for the longest time. I acquired a barely-watchable bootleg VHS copy of it in my late teens in a horror newsgroup. I wouldn’t get to see it in its proper form until I picked up the Vinegar Syndrome’s 5 Year compilation. So here we are, five years after that release, and I ordered VS/Peekarama’s 4K release.
This is a film that had incredible potential, but is just not a good movie.
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One of the first all-star extravaganzas of the Golden Age of Porn, you had superstars Jamie Gillis, Serena, Annette Haven, John Leslie, Paul Thomas, John Holmes, Kay Parker and Seka (in her first feature) all hanging out in a castle somewhere in Northern California. None of them are particularly thrilled to be there (especially John Leslie and Paul Thomas). The sex scenes do not raise your blood pressure in the slightest.
The script pays so much homage to Lugosi’s Dracula that it straight up lifts the majority of its dialogue from John L. Balderston’s adaptation of the stage play that formed Tod Browning’s 1931 film. “A moment ago I stumbled upon the most amazing phenomena,” quips Reggie Nalder’s Van Helsing as he exposes Dracula’s scheme, echoing the same dialogue spoken by Edward Van Sloan nearly 50 years earlier. Why mess with perfection, I guess.
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The film has some genuinely cool moments (which I attempt to encapsulate in the above gifs) but Marshak can’t decide if it’s an adaptation or a parody of the source material. Bill Margold’s presence is downright unpleasant (ditto for his audio commentary on this 4K release). Ditto on John Holmes’ rape of Seka (an unfortunately common trope in those days). Even more reprehensible is David Lee Bynum’s Jarvis, the chauffeur/porter, who is there for comic relief. We first see him when Thomas (playing Harker) and Haven (Mina) sit at the piano and play “Swing Low, Sweet Chariot” while Bynum sings along as it cuts away to various sex scenes under way. Ghoulish, cold stuff. To make matters worse, the script channels every abhorrent racial stereotype imaginable, so David Lee Byum is stuck doing a jittering, teeth-chattering, bug-eyed Mantan Moreland impression. It’s the kind of thing which had mostly disappeared from mainstream Hollywood films by this time, but here it’s on full display, and indicative of porn’s issues with race, in particular its issues with Black men, which persists to this day. (Side-note: Margold’s commentary grossly refers to Bynum as “I don’t know what happened to him, I think he was one of the first ones to die of AIDS…” which is inaccurate and another reason why Margold’s position as a source for X history was always questionable)
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The film’s saving grace is Richard Bulik, who does a straight, note-for note impression of Dwight Frye (rivalling Peter MacNicol’s turn in the Mel Brooks flick Dracula Dead and Loving It.)
The score also has some great moments. But it’s an overall spectacle of disappointment. The Vinegar Syndrome release includes both Dracula Sucks and the Lust at First Bite, a longer and even more confusing cut. Dracula Sucks is the one to watch. The special features on the Bluray include a featurette of Margold and screenwriter Daryl Marshak re-visiting the film’s location, as well as two of Phillip Marshak’s earlier films (which I’ll get around to watching later).
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Other than the fantastic Blue Ice, I’m not familiar with any of Marshak’s other X stuff. But Blue Ice (a Philip Marlowe-meets-Indiana-Jones supernatural type flick) works better as a film not only paying homage to various classic films and genres, but one that is trying to live alongside mainstream films.
It’s the third time I’ve paid to own Dracula Sucks. Not a good film, but worth seeing in this stunning 4K transfer, warts and all.
Further reading: press for the film in Cheri Magazine / Newspaper ad-mat for its 1979 Toronto premiere.
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likedovesinthewindd · 10 months
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...peter parker with a popular gf who loves pda
yes yes yes
peter parker x fem!reader
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warning: description of displays of affection
wc: ±680
a/n: idk how american school timetables work so apologies if that is inaccurate, i also switch between 2nd and 3rd person the whole time lol sorry.
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The school hallways always found a way to be ungodly busy and full of children at any time during the day. You clung to the straps of your backpack as you tried to maneuver your way through the hoards of kids, searching for your boyfriend.
You hadn't been able to see him all weekend, your schedule jam-packed with activities ranging from studying to practicing, even babysitting. Peter himself was busy studying for an upcoming test, so that left no time for your weekly meet-ups at one or the other's house.
You knew Peter usually stood by his locker in the mornings, and you exhaled a sigh of relief when you saw the all too familiar head of brown hair sticking out from behind the locker door. "Peter!" you shouted and he peeked from behind the locker's door warily. He smiled when he saw you approaching and before he even had time to register, you had reached him, immediately wrapping your arms around his neck in a bone crushing embrace.
"I missed you," you spoke into his neck, and your warm breath tickled the area. "Missed you too," he said genuinely. He really did miss you; he was so used to you always being around, and the weekend without you had been boring and excruciatingly long.
You pulled away from the hug, your arms still wrapped around his neck as you moved closer to him once more to plant a kiss on his lips. It was quite chaste, but a few students still turned their heads to your direction to gauge the interaction.
Peter was a little shocked at your very public display of affection, but he had gotten used to it since the two of you started dating. Your love language was physical touch, and it also didn't help that you were absolutely smitten with your boyfriend. You loved being around him, holding him and kissing him and just having him with you.
You'd been scared at first that your actions were a bit too much for him, but he reassured you that had he didn't mind it. Sure, it was strange to all of a sudden have someone so affectionate around him—towards him, but he loved it when you doted on him, showing him your unabashed adoration and love.
You pulled away from the kiss, dopey smile plastered onto your features. "What do you have now?" you asked quietly. "What? Oh! I uhm— Biology. I have Biology now." he spoke, mind still a little jumbled from the kiss. "I have History," you huffed. "Walk with me?"
Peter nodded, and you smiled, retracting your arms from around his neck and placing one of your hands in his, interlacing your fingers. He walked you to class, steadily holding your hand as you walked through the hallways. When you arrived at your class, you gave him one last kiss (on the cheek this time) before making your way inside, leaving him standing outside your class with pink ears and a dopey smile.
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BONUS: i wanted to add some random thoughts bc I'm too lazy to write everything out in a whole fic lol.
ꕤ the two of you are alwayss holding hands.
ꕤ you see that thing where a guy walks with their hand in their gf's pants pockets? well peter's gf does that to him when they're walking. (lmao just imagine)
ꕤ the two of you eating lunch/going out? you share food with each other like always. it's like here have some of my fries then you try a piece of my sandwich.
ꕤ you and peter take the subway alot, and you'll share wired earphones or he'll read quietly along with you when you bring a book along. also let's you sleep on his shoulder when the two are making your way home and you're tired.
ꕤ you're always fixing his clothes bc the boy's always messy. fixing buttons on his shirt and fixing his bedhead or even patching up the countless jeans he's ripped when skating.
ꕤ with popularity ofc comes a lot of parties, and best believe you're dragging peter to every one, showing him off as your pretty, smart boyfriend:') so that everyone knows you're taken, and also so that no girl try their luck.
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rappaccini · 6 months
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I think that ship is really ruining things for both characters and rotting the brains, because I keep seeing people invent a 42 varint of gwen solely for the purpose of shipping her with the other Miles...like that literally all she seems good for to them huh...to be shipped with him. A character being reduced to a love interest for a man. Literally the issue people had with her character in the first place. Not to mention, 42 variant Miles entire story and background, which I feel will tie strongly into his culture/community which will be highly afro centric...is being ignored and made all about a white girl. Do they not see the issues and weird implications?
Given I honestly don't think that's the way they'll handle his story...it's still annoying to see people push for it because like...is that all you got from the story? Are y'all even paying attention to what the movies are doing and trying to tell you? (Given there's still issues there, but the overall theme/message is clear)
agreed. i'm staying the hell out of main spiderverse fandom discussion bc there are too many terminally online kids using purity politics as an excuse to control fanspaces, but the way the fandom treats gwen these days makes my blood boil. she's either hated for having flaws and trying to be her own person, or put on a pedestal as the Perfect Girlfriend Whose Entire Existence Revolves Around Miles.
even in older spider-gwen fandom spaces, now you can't have a single conversation about her without a flood of new people bursting in and insisting that we make it All About Gwiles. like... i hate gatekeeping! i'm happy more people care about gwen now! but ffs do you care about gwen, or do you care about gwiles?
(it's the latter. they care about gwiles. they don't see gwen as a person, they see her as a person's girlfriend with no purpose when her boyfriend isn't in her presence or on her mind. and/or as a vessel to project themselves into a relationship with miles.)
as for why... most of the people in this fandom haven't read the comics at all or the most they've seen is three pages from sitting in a tree out of context, or they've read the inaccurate fan-operated wikis. all they're going off of is the movies, where gwen being The Girlfriend is framed as a positive, subversive thing. so to them, gwen getting to have powers, date spider-man and live feels progressive in comparison to tasm gwen, because they have no clue what her narrative actually is. and as far as they know, gwen and miles are a perfect couple who have no better romantic interests.
(again i don't like gatekeeping! if you move into a new neighborhood, you shouldn't have to make your house look like your neighbors', but if none of them have a basement, you should probably talk to them to figure out if digging one's gonna make your damn house collapse i before you start ripping up the foundation.)
i also blame fandom being fandom. no matter how subversive the source material they are fans of, even if the fandom's not dominated by white guys, fandom will always reflect the same bullshit from greater society. same racism, same sexism, same homophobia, just often under a layer of progressive paint. same disregard of female characters unless they support a more popular male character. same surface-level championing of diversity and inclusion... while characters of color are both ignored / stereotyped / tokenized and fetishized / sanded down to be more palatable to a presumably-white audience (the same applies for queer characters). like, the same shit's happening in the spiderverse fandom.
as for gwen 42... yeah i'm not loving how the fandom took the possibility of her existing and immediately made her into a darker edgier girlfriend for miles. really? that's the most you can imagine?
(... esp considering if earth-42 is similar to earth-1610 in that there was a peter parker spider-man before miles, odds are gwen-42 is 30something and long dead. and even if she isn't, why does she have to be attached to miles in any way?)
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lovely-necromancy · 2 years
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The Moon and the Stars ch5
Pairings: Mark Spector/Reader, Steven Grant/Reader, Jake Lockley/Reader
Warnings: Swear words, inaccurate DID, inaccurate Spanish (I’m like lvl one guys bonus I did grow up in a bilingual family so accurate bilingual moments)
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It was a long and silent walk back to the car. Everyone was walking on eggshells to not crack under the suffocating silence that had fallen over your now large group. The occasional sniffle could be heard from the young boy gripping your hand to the point it was starting to feel numb. As Mateo played with the rings on your fingers doing his best to calm down.
After you'd released him from the hug back in the library; you, Layla, and Peter all saw double. When standing next to Steven it would be hard to even try and deny who Mateo got his genes from. It was telling if it got even Peter to shut his mouth. Matt had to make his own conclusions based off of the general reactions. Thankfully for once he'd put a lid on his sarcastic comments and was allowing everyone else to have a moment to process the big reveal. Or he was focusing on how to explain this all to Foggy later, the man was like an overprotective older brother when it came to you, he probably wouldn't be too happy to know you'd have a child with this strange man.
There were a few glances sent Steven's way by large teak wood doe eyes. All the work Mateo did to soothe himself was undone with every glance he sent in the man's direction – the you boy's eyes fluttering rapidly and the grip on your hand constricting even more.
Not one of the system had said one word to him.
And it was heart breaking to watch Mateo struggle with the silence. You wanted nothing more than to engulf him in another hug and reassure him things were fine. That Steven, Marc, and Jake just needed a little bit to get their thoughts together; that unlike you the men hadn't been expecting to meet their future son this week. But it wasn't the time to have a sit down with the kid, you still needed to get him somewhere safe, somewhere with wards built in.
Not to mention you'd hate to just put the men on the spot like that – they deserved this brief moment of contemplation. Especially with the way Steven was wringing his hands as if he were trying to pop his wrist right off of his arm.
Then the silence was abruptly shattered for you and Steven when you got to the car.
“Kid's too small, he needs a booster seat.” Jake said via reflection in the back window as you all approached.
His gaze flickered towards Steven but would linger on Mateo as he spoke to his headmate, likely forgetting that you could also hear him.
Steven jumped out of his skin when the words suddenly came flying out, breaking him from his thoughts. The system could speak in their headspace and hear each other fine, but Steven was known to block out everything when he was so deep in thought. Scaring the hell out of Steven to get his attention had become accepted by all including Steven, begrudgingly.
Steven's jump went unnoticed to the other three as Peter had stopped walking suddenly and frantically began attempting to pop his ears. Layla looked on concerned and Matt stopped as she slowed down, not wanting to bump into his guide should she stop.
“You alright Peter?” she asked confused by his sudden jittery behavior.
“Uh...hm.. yeah just, got an intense ringing just now.”
The back of Peter's neck was practically crawling and he couldn't gauge where his senses were telling him to look.
“Well then, Mr. Parker we should probably get you home then. Maybe laying down will help that.” Matt let go of Layla's arm as he used his cane to find Peter again.
Taking your focus off of Jake's ranting you ask, “Did you guys need a ride?”
“No that's alright, I should get back to the firm. Have to get some work done today.” Matt jokes.
Peter nods, “And I need to pick up some things for May before dinner tonight.” Peter presses his hand to his ear and rapidly shakes it. Wincing as the pressure and motion to nothing to stop the ringing and tingling in his ear.
“Ok, just text when you get home.”
“You too.” Matt calls out as he finds his way using his cane to catch the sidewalk.
When Peter makes to leave without saying anything you call out to him, “I'm serious Parker, don't make me call May tonight. It'll be that LEGO ship if you do.”
“Ok, yea I'll text when I get home.”
Jake was still ranting to Steven having switched to Spanish when Steven kept ignoring him. Ignoring was the wrong term, the British man seemed more stumped on how to respond to the badgering coming from his normally laid back alter.
You sigh.
“We don't have time t run and grab a booster seat Jake.” you're tired and annoyed and it comes through in your tone.
You miss the way Layla's eyes follow Peter with a questioning frown in place.
Having finally gotten a response from someone Jake hones in on you instead.
“He's too small we need a booster seat.”
“And where do you suppose we go to get one? How would we all get there?” it's clear that if you take into account Jake's concern someone will have to stay behind with Mateo as the rest of the party gets a booster seat.
“There are stores literally everywhere it won't even take thirty minutes.” he bites back.
“Hah, in this city? It'll take thirty minutes just to park, ask Marc.”
Mateo tugs on your hand gaining your attention. You tilt your head at him with a small “Hmm?”
“Papi solo se preocuparse.”
And that's what launched Jake into commanding the body from Steven who was still a bit of a space cadet, unable to follow the alter's or your argument.
“Y buena razón!” Jake gently chides the boy before facing you, his posture straight as he meets you with direct eye contact. “A seat belt won't properly fit him, he'll get hurt if there's an accident.” he stresses to you.
“Ok, I get that, I really really do but what's your solution? You run to the store while we stay out in public,” you lean into whisper, “with a time traveler? The longer we stay out in the open the more risk we're putting Mateo in. We need to think about his safety, Jake.”
“I am thinking about his safety, you want him flying through -”
Mateo lets out a shrill yell.
“Family meeting!”
It's effective in stopping the argument between you and Jake.
You're eye level with your son before you really register what he's just asked for, surprisingly Jake also followed your lead, kneeling at his side.
“What's up?”
“Qué es?”
His little shoulders relax as his eyes dart from your face to Jake's and repeats the motion a few times. Finding his words before he speaks.
Wringing his hands he looks away from Jake, keeping his eyes trained on your own hands resting on your knees.
“Hola papi.” he whispers in the smallest voice.
And still Jake's features grow impossibly soft at the timid greeting, “Hola hijo, ¿qué pasa?” he asks gently.
Biting his lip Mateo looks up at his father once more scuffing his toe into the ground. He hesitantly stretches his arms out to the man. Jake's face is a mixture of confusion and pure shock when it clicks what the boy wants. Gingerly he wraps his arms around him, one arm firmly around his torso and the other coming up to let him cradle the back on his son's head as Mateo roosts into his chest.
With shakey pupils and unsteady breath Jake looks directly into your eyes over Mateo's shoulder. In that instant you both understood you needed to work together for your son's sake.
After Jake released Mateo from the embrace he looked deeply into your eyes and spoke as if he were trying to reach your soul.
“I don't like it but...I'll drive carefully. No middle seat though.” he says with an air of finality as his eyes turn back to their normal confident indifference.
You nod, “I trust you.” and you did.
You'd all made it back to your apartment in one peace; you even shot off texts to Foggy, Peter, and Matt letting them know that you'd made it home safely. You gave everyone free run to make themselves at home in your cozy little one bedroom apartment. Mateo stayed by your side clutching your hand in one of his while his other had Jake firmly planted.
You weren't sure who had the stronger grip on who in the moment.
Layla made her way to the couch and collapsed into it, taking a minute to breathe before straightening up and looking over at the three of you. Her heart clenched a little at the small family before her, a passing thought of a future she and Marc never had – had talked about but hadn't gone further than the what if phase.
She swallows that down, evening out her tone with a heavy exhale, “We gonna talk about this elephant in the room then?”
Mateo turns scanning the part of the room, even standing on his tip toes trying to peer down the hallway.
You choke back the laugh that threatens to spill from your lips, Layla bites back her smile – Jake has no qualms about letting out a small chortle at the child's naivety.
“It's just a saying baby, Auntie Layla just wants to talk about our family.” he doesn't look convinced by your explanation, like there could still be some type of elephant in the room but he'll accept your explanation for now.
You wait for Layla to speak again, knowing she has something on her mind. She takes her time eyes roaming over Mateo who stops his search and beams over to her with a small wave of your conjoined hands.
“Hi, auntie!”
She cracks a small smile despite the clench in her chest and the stinging behind her eyes.
“Hi Mateo, nice to meet you.” it gets a giggle out of the little boy, who bashfully tries to hide behind your legs.
Layla thinks carefully about her words before she asks, “So, Mateo Marc's your dad?”
The way his nose scrunches up and his brows dip down at that question is too cute. You really hadn't thought much about kids in your future, when you did they were just passing thoughts here or there but Mateo is really winning you over.
“No.” he says shaking his head and Jake stiffens next to you as you look from him to his mini me and back. There's no possible way they can't be related.
Jake's thumb flattens his knuckles in a muted cracking but there is no pop only the dull and heavy pressure on his knuckles.
“Steven's my dad. Marc's pops, and Jake is papi.” it's spoken with the conviction only a child could convey. Simple and with no room for argument; each word was spoken as if it were truth and law.
“And what else can you tell us hijo?”
Mateo stops trying to hide behind you when Jake speaks to him, he leans close to his father bumping into his side as he sways back and forth between you two.
“Um...” he mumbles before locking eyes with Jake. He straightens out his posture and says, “I'm seven and this is my first time jump!” his voice is filled with bravado and pride. His grin fades once he remembers something. Turning in on himself his hands slip from your grasps falling limp by his sides, shoulders slumping downwards making him appear smaller as well as downcast eyes stubbornly refuse to look any of you as he mumbles out, “I think...I missed my mark. I wasn't home I was here in zazi's apartment. I was supposed to be home.”
His eyes blink rapidly now.
All of you share a concerned look amongst yourselves at his distress.
“It's gonna be ok Mateo.” you coo rubbing a hand between his shoulders.
He shrinks in on himself even more and dejectedly mutters, “But I messed up twice.”
Messing with the already flattened and misshaped curls on his head you share looks with the other two, hoping they have a helpful suggestion. Layla has a frown set in place obviously concerned about the information while Jake stares at Mateo, man looks seconds away from scooping the poor thing into his arms.
With a sigh you pat your knees standing up and change the subject.
“It's gonna be fine, we'll figure this out. For now...it's almost dinner time, we should call something in – I wasn't expecting company so the shelves are pretty bare. You got any allergies?” nudging Mateo.
He nods, “I can't have dairy or gluten. And it needs to come from a kosher kitchen.”
You look at Jake who gives a confriming nod to your unasked question, before answering Mateo, “We're in New York, it shouldn't be an issue. I'll go get the menus.”
On the way to the kitchen you pull out your phone and text Peter. Jokes are your go to coping mechanism but you aren't sure if anyone in the other room is really ready for that right now. Instead you bother the neighborhood sarcastic comedian.
'You think a Rabi would know if an enby could birth a Jew?”
His reply is instant, 'o yea...meant to ask about that. I can get aunt may to ask next time she runs into rabi ruddenstien'
'home btw' he ends
Shaking your head at his antics you reply, 'Thanks Peter. For everything.'
'np..., Hey you gonna be ok with all this? there's smt strange about the marc guy'
'I know, and I may tell you later...idk I have to ask first.'
It takes him a bit to respond, probably relaying everything to May, 'ok just so you know i heard a certain spider is creeping around sure if you yell he'd hear'
The kid was too sweet for his own good sometimes.
Putting your phone back in your pocket you open the drawer that was home to various miss matched pot holders and a number of menus. Pushing back a glass that was precariously placed at the edge of the counter as you grabbed the menus.
When you get back to the living room you notice Mateo isn't there anymore and Jake is watching the hallway like a hawk.
Spreading the menus out on the coffee table in front of her you sit down next to Layla who's been very quiet this afternoon, “Bathroom?”
She startles a little, “Oh, yeah? I think, honestly I'm not sure he said he had to check on something and ran down that way.”
You relax into the couch with a shrug, there isn't much for Mateo to get into in your apartment so there's no reason for you to be worried. This is the perfect time to kick back a little, there's no time traveling seven year old on the loose and unattended, instead he's tucked safely in your protected apartment. All that's left is to figure out how to send him home.
“Were we thinking dinner then planning or planning over dinner?” you ask her.
She sighs, “This has all been...” casting a glance down the hallway and at Jake over by the window, “a lot to take in. Maybe we just...I dunno rest and pick back up in the morning?”
“It's your call Layla, I knew how deep this water was. I've already given Marc an out; y'know for helping with the whole sending Mateo back but now-” you motion towards the newly installed sentry in your apartment and she gives a slow understanding now – the system was unlikely to leave now knowing just how connected they were to this mission. “Seriously, if you wanted to call it quits right now I wouldn't blame you – or stop you for that matter. You've done more than enough, which...thank you by the way.”
There's a sad glimmer in her eyes as she looks at you. She makes her decision in that moment.
“No, no I'm staying.” her tone was firm and there was a small fire in her eyes. “They're my friends and you are too now. So, I'm helping. For the long run, I'm helping.”
You give her a smile hoping it communicates just how grateful you are for her help. While you would've easily let them all leave you wouldn't know the first place to start when it came to sending a time traveler back home to his time.
“Mateo, come here we're ordering dinner.” you call out down the hall.
It isn't long before curly haired boy comes rushing out of your room holding a jar with Coo following after him.
Layla's eyes widen and a comically large frown is set on her face, “Oh...I don't know what I was expecting...I mean I know they all said you had a pigeon but...wow.”
Her shock was actually the best reaction you'd had to someone meeting Coo, most people tended to freak out thinking he was a wild pigeon or given his scarring from abuse thought he was a mean bird.
You shrug off her comment as Coo excitedly flys up to your shoulder to perch and greet you. “Hey buddy, been good? Kept the house spider free?” you joke with him as you give him scritches.
Layla gestures to the jar in Mateo's hands, “Whatcha got there?”
The young boy holds out what you recognize as one of your home's many protection jars, despite it's sludgey appearance. You'd never had one of your jars turn out like this; sure they sometimes caught nasty energies and would rot one or two ingredients but never had they developed what can only be described as a tar like dark liquid – clinging and staining the sides of the jar at every little movement.
“Khonshu's mad.” you aren't sure what the flash of fear that spiked through you was from. The dead serious tone of a child giving a cryptic message or the fact that he was certain the jar was a result of his father's patron.
Very calmly you kneel to his level and take the jar from him, “Right, so yea...we'll talk to him later. Right now we're going to relax and have dinner alright?” he gives you a nod and you try to send your best reassuring smile in spite of the loud forceful beating of your heart.
When he beams back up at you you gently pet the top of his head, careful of his still formed curls. Standing back up you speak to Jake and Layla, “I'm gonna go ahead and...dispose of this, you guys pick something and I'll order when I get back I shouldn't be long.”
Mateo quickly takes your spot next to Layla taking two menus and scanning their offered items. Jake catches your gaze, eyes dipping down to look at the jar in your hands with a sneer. Jake moves from the window to be closer to the couch looking over the boy's shoulder, Mateo notices and leans closer to his papi to share the menu.
Kid had the man wrapped around his little finger and everyone in the room knew it.
Your ride up to the roof felt more a kin to a death march, as you made your way to the lovely community garden. Hawkeye had bought out the buildings on this block a while after the first snap. Not only did it help tenants in the area recover but it rebuilt the community by helping everyone pull in their resources without having to worry about rent. Even after the second snap it was a community that welcomed you with open arms. At the next community meeting you were actually going to open a petition for a bee hive or two to help improve pollination of the garden up here; it's also be a way to source local honey and wax for projects for kids at the library.
But that isn't what you were up here for – now you're using this garden as a way to take care of the gross sludge in a jar Khonshu had supposedly left for you. Taking a trowel you break the seal of the jar and pour a bit of soil from the garden in to it before you reseal it. Taking care to surround it with a small force field preventing anything from leaking out and spreading through the neighborhood. You set the intention to have the dirt purify the contents before you tuck the jar away to be brought out later when it isn't a nasty ball of negativity and hate just waiting to seep into someone's life.
“You have my sincere apologies, little witch.” the sudden voice has you jolting, hands nearly dropping the glass jar.
“Christ!”
“Not quite.” he muses “I am surprised that you've found the traveler so quickly...given your many follies.”
Another voice is quick to break through the peaceful dusk skyline, “Khonshu.” Jake's warning comes out as a growl towards his patron god.
The deity bristles under the hidden accusation, “Oh please, spare me your chivalrous act Lockley. Tell me if it hadn't been so obvious that the traveler was yours would you be this protective over the witchling? To think my own Moon Knight is to spawn what is sure to be a constant thorn in my side. This has the worm's influence all over it – the impudence, done to spite me no doubt.”
“I have no idea what tangent you're on about. But yes, we've found Mateo. He's safe and accounted for; now all we have to do is figure out how to send him home.”
Khonshu has stepped closer to you now, “And yet you intend to play house for the evening now that he's been located, rather than let me send him back this very instant by myself?”
Though he poses it as a question it's more of a critique.
“We agreed that-”
“No, I did not agree. We did however, make a deal...an arrangement one I plan on keeping. But know this witchling,” he takes another step towards you and Jake moves to step in between you, “do not test me by keeping the child here longer than it takes. I will send him back regardless...if need be.”
Inhaling deeply you steady your tone and inflection before speaking.
“All due respect Lord Khonshu,” you stress, “Mateo is seven. He hasn't seen his family in days. He has a right to be overwhelmed and volatile. On top of that your Moon Knights have just found out they have a future son. I think everyone would benefit from a few hours to process and relax. I mean unless you'd rather us feeble mortals push through the exhaustion and emotional duress potentially leading to a much bigger timeline mishap if Mateo misses his next stop. We don't know how accurate his jumps are and from the sound of it he'd been prepared and prepped for the first jump that landed him here.”
Your head is tilted to meet Khonshu's eye sockets head on, he tilts his head further up leaving his beak in your line  of sight.
“I pray you never meet a pettier god, my work will be cut out for me if you do. That tongue of yours could stand to remain still.”
Looking between you and Jake the god can't help but huff. Not even fully together and already you were getting on his nerves.
“Fine, I shall leave until morning. The second the moon sets we will be discussing this further.”
“Hold up!” Jake calls out halting the god in his attempt to leave.
Once he has the moon god's attention he asks, “Why give them the ability to see us – the reflections what purpose does that serve?”
Khonshu's posture is lax as he leisurely looks towards you, “You're mistaken Jake Lockley, I had nothing to do with that. The witchling is just coming into their powers now that they aren't stomping them down.”
Before either of you can ask him anything else a sharp gust of wind blows through taking Khonshu with it. Looking at each other you and Jake are left with a lot more questions than you'd started with.
The ride back down to the apartment seemed longer than the ride up to the gardens. Jake had given you the heads up that Mateo had picked out something he swore you'd love and so Jake went ahead and ordered the food. You still had about fifteen minutes left for the delivery to get there.
You thanked him and asked how much it was so you could pay him back.
Instead he changed the subject, “Mateo's a good name.” he compliments.
“Thanks, I've never been one to think about my future or the possibility of kids...but Mateo was just one name I'd throw around a bit. And – well when I saw him it was like I just knew it was meant for him.”
Jake nods, thumb rubbing the underside of his index finger.
“It suits him...and it doesn't sound too bad with our last names: Mateo Lockley, Mateo Grant, Mateo Spector.” he lists.
You find yourself staring at him with your lips pursed to the side, “You...each have different last names? Wait – sorry is that rude, I just hadn't given it much thought before so it's a bit surprising to hear.”
“It's fine. Not like it changes anything...but it may be difficult for you to choose which to take later.” he looks away with a shrug.
At first you thought one of the other men were in the reflective bit of the metal but when your gaze hit the wall it's only Jake's reflection staring back at you.
You hum out, “You mean if we all got married? I could just keep my name y'know.” you grin and look towards the man instead of the reflection as he turns to face you again.
He looks at you, brows furrowed and for a second you think it's Marc with his stone stern features, “What'd ya mean 'if'? Like we're just gonna knock ya up and be done with it?”
He seems offended by the mere thought, while you just let the comment roll off like water.
“Not everyone who have children together are married.”
Sparing a glance at your phone you do some quick calculations.
“That aside. Jake, we've only known each other for thirty-seven hours – give or take. We've just found out that we will have a child together sometime in the undisclosed future, who has special abilities. I ...we don't have to rush anything ok? We have time to figure this all out. Don't force yourself into some role just for Mateo's or my sake. If it's meant to be it will be.”
The doors open and you make your exit, Jake following behind. Before you can get too far he grabs at your wrist, holding you in place. It's not tight or suffocating and if you're honest with yourself you should have expected this level of romantic comedy drama from a man who so intensely watched Twilight on the plane last night. So, you weren't shocked that it happened, just another movie trop you can cross off the bucket list right up there with having a shitty day and getting splashed with rainwater from a truck speeding past.
“It's not forced...I want this – I want a family.”
Looking into his brown eyes all you see is truth but also a wave of uncertainty as though he's afraid of the rejection of his confession. You're in trouble in your future, those eyes all but seal it for you. All it'd take is just one glance at those captivating windows and you'd fold faster than a lawn chair, and given the exact replica just down the hall you can just about imagine how much you cave into your boys' demands.
“You are such a dork.” you say it so lightly and with a breathy laugh that Jake almost didn't hear it. Almost. His heart had skipped a best when he heard it.
“At the end of the day I guess you'll be my dork though. But again we have time.” you stress each word in your last sentence as you grab his other hand with yours rubbing a thumb along his torn up knuckles.
“We'll figure things out Jake. For tonight let's go try and relax. Be there for our son.”
Jake couldn't deny the tingling sparks he felt all over when you uttered the words 'our son', even if he wanted to he just couldn't. Jake Lockley never thought he or either of the other alters would ever be in this position but now he knows that they all get a chance at the domestic life: caring, loving spouse by their side rearing a well adjusted child who saw each man as a father. He may not know anything about you aside from being a witch with a somewhat auspicious past – if your friends were anything to go off of. But even at your worst you probably weren't as bad as he himself was. The hands you held onto so firmly yet so gently have killed people; just torn into their bodies and soaked in their blood or strangled the life out of them.
These hands of his didn't deserve to have soothing circles rubbed into them, or the feather light touches that caressed their callouses, they didn't deserve the delicate hold you had or the slight swaying of you swinging them. Jake Lockley was a bad man, not an evil one he'd just done a lot of nasty things in his life and in Marc's. But he's never been a selfish man – always put the system above himself personally...until he saw Mateo with his own eyes. Heard the boy call him 'papi'. Jake wanted to be selfish now, despite Marc's shutdown – the eerie silence triggering a meltdown for Steven – Jake wanted this. He wanted to have this nice loving family that he should have gotten as a child. Hell there was a reason you two had a child in the future so why not be selfish and find out.
He may not have known anything about you, but he was sure he could love you.
“You're right, there's no rush.” he returns the gentle grip on your hands bringing them up to his face to plant a gentle kiss on the back of your knuckles. It may have been just a small thank you but the way your breath hitched and your pupils dialated left him smirking. He could slow down to enjoy this, enjoy these moments – ultimately it didn't matter how long it took to get together because there was proof sitting on the floor of your apartment. Jake could be selfish and he'd get to have his family.
Closing his eyes he savors the moment nonetheless, releasing your hands with a deep exhale he turns serious once more, like he was just outside of the library earlier today.
“We're all sleeping in the living room, your apartment has too many weak points to keep track of.”
Rolling your eyes in spite of the soft smile on your face, “Mateo's right, you do worry too much.”
You two were just beginning to walk again when the elevator dinged and a delivery girl from the Shwarma place stepped out. You weren't a regular on her deliveries but she lived in the building so she knew you by sight.
“Hey got your order right here, havin' a party tonight?”
“Thanks Cayenne, no 've got family over.” patting yourself down you come to find your wallet isn't n you.
Before you can ask her to follow you to your apartment the man beside you steps in, tipping the woman and attempting to take the bags.
Cayenne looks back at you confused, once you nod she takes the tip and hands the bags right over.
“See you around.” she calls already waiting on the elevator.
“Have a good shift!”
Getting through the door you turn to Jake fumbling with the bags.
“Thanks for reminding me, so how much do I owe you for dinner Jake?”
The man freezes and his eyes dart to the side as he bites his lips. It's what makes you notice the change in posture, how he seems shorter than he was back in the hallway.
“Oh! Sorry, hey there Steven.”
Steven's chest puffs out a bit and his head stans a little higher when you correct yourself. Heart racing at the thought of you being able to tell them apart already, to see them differently even without speaking. He pushes down the insulting quip about it only being because of how pathetic he must be compared to how calm and sauve Jake had been with you. Meanwhile he couldn't even juggle the take away properly.
“No worries mate.” voice cracking up a bit as he attempts to be causual.
He coughs then searches for a place to put the bags down. With soft eyes and a softer smile playing at your face you sigh, watching the man awkwardly shuffle his way through your entry way.
“You can just put those down on the coffee table Steven, we'll do family style tonight. I'll be right there, just need to grab plates.”
Coming back out to the table with plates and drinks for everyone you notice Mateo going through your DvD collection.
“We told him we'd watch a movie after dinner, that's alright right?” Steven asked you with a frown that had him biting his lip just the smallest fraction.
Checking the time you frown a little yourself, “Maybe not after dinner, we could watch it while we eat. It's just, it's nearly sic and I'd just about bet someone's bedtime is eight thirty at the latest.”
It's difficult to lie when three sets of eyes catch him jump at being found out. At least Mateo had the decency to send an apologetic look Steven's way.
“Cheeky.” he mutters staring his son down, one of the things that stands out to him is Mateo has the same charmingly disarming smile Marc does. The smile that's reserved for joking with the elderly women in the park on his morning jogs or sent Steven's way when he gets the brunt of a prank meant for Jake.
Steven's face goes from annoyed and impressed to sheepish and sullen when he switches his attention from Mateo to you.
“Sorry, I hadn't even thought-”
Holding a hand up to the brit, “It's fine Steven, we haven't talked about this. But I know basic child development, and if I'm gonna be strict about anything it'll be bedtimes.” honing in on Mateo, “You sir already have a predisposition towards sleeping disorders, we don't need to go agitating any hereditary insomnia just yet.”
“Yes zazi, I know.” he turns his back to you and continues his search it looks like he has a specific movie in mind. Just before you can ask he lifts a box straight into the air high above his head.
“Oh what'd he pick?” Layla asks pausing her task of setting out the food.
“Night at the Museum.” you say confidently not even taking a second glance as you help her finish, you'd know that box anywhere.
Mateo nods handing the DvD to Steven to set up, “It's really good for it's age-”
“Watch it.” you warn.
He giggles as he whispers up to Steven, “plus zazi has a crush on Ahkmenrah.”
Steven bristles a little at that, not quite sure how he should feel about his future spouse crushing on another man. He knows it's silly and irrational but you aren't even together and it feels like he doesn't have a complete chance with you.
Layla raises an eyebrow at you to which you make a face in confusion, not like you have any idea what the two were whispering about.
After helping Steven set up the movie you all fell into a nice little repreive. It was kind of surreal how familiar watching a movie and eating dinner felt with the three new additions in your life. Mateo and Layla each even took turns ripping up falafel to feed Coo. The evening was filled with laughter and Steven's quips about the awful Egyptian lore. Everyting felt so domestic and it made you miss your family. You hadn't thought about them since just after everyone was snapped back. It stung a bit but looking around your coffee table you decided that if this was your new family it seemed like a pretty great one. You just hoped you could talk to Marc soon, he's the only one who hasn't offically met Mateo. To say ir worried you would be a massive understatement.
The movie is just at it's climax where Nick and Larry are trapped with Ahkmenrah, “Oh lovely fent he is innt he?” Steven snorts.
His sarcastic mumbling had you choke on your drink, not expecting that from the soft spoken clerk. But you wait and watch as the wrappings on the mummy unwind to reveal Rami Malek's gorgeous face.
“Oh very lovely.” Layla says with approval at Rami on the screen while sipping on her drink.
Steven just scowls a bit, pouting at the attention the actor is getting from the two of you. Through the reflection in the picture frame next to him you see Jake's face also screwed up in distaste. Or you assume it's Jake.
“It's probably just the accent.” you joke grabbing Steven's hand under the table.
The other two are none the wiser about the hand holding and you focus on the screen as Steven and possibly Jake stare at you in a mixture of emotion. A whirlwind so complex they aren't even really sure what they're feeling. Either way Steven relaxes.
“A lil' on the posh side though.” he jokes.
“Yea...probably a Chelsea fan.” that comment earns you a delightful chuckle from the man.
And you all finish the movie in peace. Once it's over Layla and Steven take charge of cleaning the table off as you and Mateo set the living room up for a sleepover. It's a mad dash through the apartment, grabbing all available pillows and blankets – it's either gonna be a nest or a pillow fort tonight or both.
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A Comrehensive List of SpideyFist Interactions (pt.5)
hello and welcome back to: reasons Spideyfist is canon. a series where i take you through each episode of The Ultimate Spiderman and show you why i believe that Peter Parker and Danny Rand are dating in canon, or at least that they are each other’s favorites. and also give you commentary on the show itself as i do
(the post is unbeta'd)
warnings for: episode spoilers, season spoilers, action/injury description, unsolicited commentary, probable cussing, violence, caps lock
this part features episodes 1 through 6 of season 2
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S2E1 The Lizard:
- this is another episode i was waiting for, because it has some BIG evidence
- race against the clock troupe
- you know, NO ONE tells Peter shit in this show
- Danny (and Luke) gets thrown into a wall and Peter jumps down to check on them figure out what happened
- Danny’s at the front of the line when Peter herds the team past, implying Danny was rounded up last, which counts as favoritism when you consider that Peter's literally SHOVING the team out the door
- of course the team still lives with May and Peter
- from what i know about meditation, you find a quiet place to meditate in. from what i understand, that place is usually somewhere you also sleep in. which means that Danny sleeps in Peter’s room. if this is not the case, firstly i apologize for my misinformation, secondly, Peter’s still letting Danny use his bedroom, his BEDROOM, for something that consumes time and requires peace and quiet. also, the smoke also bothers Peter, as seen when he sneezes just walking into the room, but he lets Danny burn his insence and candles in Peter’s bedroom
- Peter’s annoyed with everyone and being unable to find a place to be alone, but he’s not annoyed with Danny and he actively APOLOGIZES for disturbing Danny (and scaring him)
- Sam and May’s relationship is really cute
- ah, the zoom in on the Lizard dna, forshadowing~
- Peter knowing that it’s his job to save people without worrying about the objects- Connors wants to help Otto for science to help others and that’s so admirable
- Connors isn’t my favorite character, that’s Danny, but he’s a close second. he saw an oppurtunity to help and did so without hesitation
- LIZARD ARM
- i will forever be upset that this is how they chose to handle the Lizard in this iteration. all Connors wanted was a) to help Spiderman and b) to find a way to help those with disabled bodies. which i think is very nobel, some people don’t like that they’re down a limb and that’s valid. Connors suddenly lost a limb and wants it back, i get that. anyway, i’m rambling back to other commentary
- i like to headcanon that Connors and Octavus dated in collage
- Connors straight up looses his humanity and Octavius fucks him up more by refusing to help. Doc Ock’s obessession with seing the world turned into moster like he sees himself as now ends up being the foundation for some of the biggest villains Spiderman faces this series
- Sam’s disgust with the sewers
- Spidey-sense is either inaccurate or has terrible timming
- Stan Lee! i love this damn show and the fact that Stan worked on this show!
- we so often forget that Peter Parker isn’t just a brillian hero, he’s also a fantastic scientist that specializes in chemistry
- Danny’s the first one to reveal himself when Peter says “this was my plan”
- honorable PowerNova mentions: the way Sam just slams into Connors when the Lizard goes to attack Luke
- “you have about two seconds, Spider!” no one else uses that nickname for Peter in case you’re wondering. it’s just Danny. and Danny doesn’t give anyone else specialized nicknames
- the fact that Peter struggles with having so many people in his house is something that i can relate to, but very differently
- Danny’s a vegitarian!!
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S2E2 Electro:
- i think Electro is actually sporting his classic comic look in this episode and i think that’s amazing!
- Peter’s adorable and the team being absorbed in their own tasks is something else. it also shows what this team does for fun.
- during the Electro introduction, when Electro is in the television the camera angle zooms out and shows Danny and Peter, you can tell by the hair color and shape as well as the outfits. PREVIOUSLY, Danny was sitting on the couch in a meditative pose. so when shit gets weird, Danny IMMEDIATELY gets up off the couch and goes to stand next to Peter. the time between the lights going out and the camera angle was like 5 seconds, which means it HAD to be immediate
- Danny and Peter standing next to each other before a battle again!
- also, I didn't address this is the first episode and I should've, but Danny wears green through the entirety of season 1, but in season 2 he's wearing red. and of all the team, which one wears red in any capacity? PETER DOES
- "we need light!" hmm maybe we should ask the guy who lights up- nah! "Danny can you use your fist?"
- no hesitation! NO HESITATION! there is no hesitation to be found when Danny gives it thought. he's just like, "well, I've never done it before, let's test it out" AND DOES IT
- in the flip away where the team are cavemen, the score cards go like this: Luke - 9, Ava - 8, Danny - 9.5, and we know this show is 3rd person limited, from Peter’s point of view, so this fucking counts
- and when Sam's pushing the Spidey-Cycle who gets to sit on the back of it? who gets to sit with Peter on the Spidey-Cycle? say it with me, here, DANNY DOES. if it was weight distribution, Ava would be on the back, but Luke's carrying Ava and Danny’s on the back of the Spidey-Cycle
- PETER AND DANNY HAVE NO FLUCKING SPACE BETWEEN THEM EITHER! NO SPACE, THEY'RE SITTING BACK TO BACK AND DANNY’S LEANING UP AGAIN PETER
- Danny's also the only one who sits on the back of the Spidey-Cycle. like, ever, to my knowledge, unless in an emergency
- also, this may not be accurate, but I'm counting it anyway cause it's fucking cute, but in the wipe-away where the team is cavemen on the stone wheel, Peter looks like he's carrying Danny and that's fucking adorable
- okay, so now things are a little different, but again, Peter shows favoritism for Danny, he gets to sit on the handlebars of the bike, where it's less crowded and Ava's relegated to the back with her hands on Peter’s back. it's so cute
- god these poor kids
- Batroc is fucking WEIRD. wtf was up with the pacifier??
- Danny is fucking AMAZING and i LOVE HIM
- if Danny and Peter doesn’t stop standing next to each other all the time, i’m gonna start thinking they’re gay /hj, also this counts twice
- and again, Ava may have been the first to follow, but guess who’s RIGHT on her heels
- Ava and Luke get to fly up, but Danny gets fucking THROWN
- hi, hello, i’m not a film nerd, but i have a minor obsession with perceptions and how specific things can alter that. so, when the camera angle zooms in right before the tram hit the building, it shows Peter AND Danny
- Peter moves, Danny’s right behind him, perfectly in sync with the man whois his leader. yes, this counts
- and again, i will always say, Peter doesn’t have to say a thing to Danny for Danny to understand what he wants
- “hero helps the villain by running his mouth” cliche
- also when they’re webbed to the truck, the others all look like they’ve been shot at by web fluid and are now stuck to a truck, but when you look at Danny, he’s got his arms crossed looking like he expected this, which means he LET Peter shoot him beause we know from later episodes that Peter’s webs stick to you and set in seconds. does this count? i’m counting it
- Danny and Peter are standing next to each other in the elevator again
- listen, i’m not gonna say Sam’s a dumbass. he’s a hero-in-training and he’s from fucking space. what i AM gonna say is that i feel like he should think a little more before he speaks
- jesus fUCK Electro
- hi, welcome to me being cheesy and liking music: i totally have the headcanon that Peter makes Danny playlists
- poor villain
- the team bonding is cute
- “better than being ignored!” glances in Danny’s general direction “I... guess.”
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S2E3 The Rhino: 
- Danny’s not in this episode, no notable interactions. BUT there’s headcanons i can share
- THE RHINO
- headcanon one: the team started joining Peter on patrols after they saw just how much effort he puts into superhero-ing. Danny came up with the offical idea and Ava made the schedule
- headcanon two: Peter has a small squad willing to do anything for him (yes it’s made up of his team, Harry, and MJ, and YES Danny is a leader of this squad)
- does everyone on the team have bikes? can we see Danny, Ava, and Sam’s?
- “since when did you get more sage than Iron Fist?” Peter we get it, you’re in love and know all your boyfriends sayings. 
- also, by definition, Peter calls Danny wise, which fucking COUNTS
- jumping off cliffs with your friends
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S2E4 Kraven the Hunter:
- fucking Peter and Danny and their fucking proximity to each other when there’s no damn need for it
- Danny comes up right next to Peter udring the training exersize
- “group up and-” Spidey-sense goes off “shit she’s going after my boyfriend” - like did you hear that panic? that just SCREAMS worried s/o
- say what you will, but Ava is very methodical. take out the biggest threat first, the one who flies and can see stealth attacks coming by staying above the fight. then the powerhouse, the master of technique (and also the leader’s weakness). then the muscle, and finally, the leader
- okay, so idk if you guys noticed, but Danny? during the panning shot where Ava’s driving Peter backwards with her claws? Danny’s entire attention is on that fight. he’s watching it like he’s ready to jump in an second, he follows the fight with his entire body. 
- video games, Danny and Peter are sitting next to each other
- "carbo load”, Danny and Peter are sitting next to each other
- at the movies, Danny and Peter are sitting next to each other
- this is will say, when Peter gets thrown to the edge of the roof, Sam gets real serious and steps between someone he’s afraid of and someone he teases all the time
- Danny’s the only person who could land an actual hit on Ava from up close, which only proves his skill
- Danny gets donkey kicked and Peter’s immediately saying “we gotta stop this now”
- the cut aways are cute, okay?
- if i had a dollar every time Peter and Danny where standing next to each other-
- who’s the first one to follow the order? who’s the FIRST ONE to follow Peter’s lead? Danny, it’s Danny
- hey, this follows the same training Ava did! biggest threat, powerhouse, muscle
- why is handsome what he goes for? 
- okay, so Peter doesn’t land immediately by Danny, which gets a dismissal at first, but then during my rewatch, i noticed he focussed in on Danny first and for a solid second longer than Luke or Sam, so i count it
- and again, he’s looking right at Danny (based on positioning and where his eye line would be) when he says “you take your cat nap and i’ll do my hero thang”
- okay. so if i understand this right, the tiger Ava has to keep in control is directly connected to the amulet, right? so then does that mean if she doesn’t have the amulet on her person she doesn’t have to be strictly in control all the time? therefore, following this line of logic, she could just put the amulet down somewhere and get a break, right?
- this episode fall back on what i said back in part 2 about Ava’s worst fears being failure. “i’m nothing without the amulet” is an explanation of that fear. she’s terrified of failing because she thinks she’s defined by her power. all of the team does. it’s an issue that really should be solved. 
- “i know you’re not nothing” aww Peter’s comforting her
- each of the team is strong in their own ways, and the solo episodes only prove it
- “oh yeah? where are the boys?” they’re still unconsicous at the pier, let’s go get them
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S2E5 Hawkeye:
- not going to lie to you, i do love Hawkeye more than i probably should considering he’s a HoH hero, but he’s my favorite of the Avengers and i will not back down on that
- Danny’s not in this epsiode, it’s commentary and headcanon
- wait, Danny talks first in the cut away. i’m counting it. 
- okay so. i’m not going to tell you that i don’t ship Peter and Ava, but i am going to tell you i think she has a lot of growing to do before she should date anyone. Peter does to, of course, he’s an idiot kid just the same. i just think Peter’s less immature. it’s honestly the same for Sam, he gets blackmail and uses it against Peter, teasing and mocks in cruelty, and i understand that they care for each other, they’re teammates and family, but Peter shouldn’t be dating Sam or Ava as they are now
- Peter has a little baby crush on Hawkeye
- Danny’s talking first in all these cut aways, counts as favortism
- also, Peter doesn’t seem annoyed with the team until Luke pushes in and talks, in fact he almost looks like he’s looking around the sink to try and help Danny find his toothpaste
- Hawkeye and Peter have very different fighting styles and priorities and it shows when they’re stuck together
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S2E6 The Sinister Six:
- training session on the statue of liberty
- Danny tells Peter to prepare instead of a random trash-talk line
- Peter walks close to Danny and speaks directly him when he say “you can do better”
- Danny walks away last, which i’m counting. 
- Peter, just because you’re giving the team the option and letting them do their own thing doesn’t mean you’re a bad leader
- “they’ll be here, any minute” Peter knocking back bravado and faking confidence since 2012 /j
- Luke was first up, but Danny was right after, on his heels even, when Peter tried to call for his team
- Octavius is literally TORTURING an old friend to get his way, what else is he willing to do?
- the Sinister Six are stupid as hell
- okay, so i know you’re thinking, how can Peter’s tv appearance lend itself to Spideyfist? well, in truth, at first glance, it doesn’t. but you have to remember that he’s on The Daily Bugle broadcast, which is FAMOUS for putting Spiderman and anyone accociated with Spiderman down and ruining their reputation even if they’ve done nothing wrong. saying Nova’s name first, then White Tiger, then Power Man, then Iron Fist is actually a way to protect his boyfriend. Peter doesn’t necessarily like Sam and we’ve well established that Danny his favorite, to put Iron Fist’s name last is to quietly tell the public he doesn’t really care about that hero in order to protect him from media backlash
- you know, for all the shit Peter goes though and despite those like Fury and Ava telling him he’s not a good hero, Peter’s actually a really good hero
- the fucking villains just holding Peter down
- “and I did try” ...sighs
- “but inspirational enough” Danny not letting Peter talk badly about himself is so cute
- you know the only combo move we see in the show is the Fist Ball, where Luke throws Danny into the enemy and Nova dropping people on their enemies?
- i forget if it was atrophy or just the accident that cause Octavius to loose the use of his arms and legs in this universe, but one very well could lead into the other. anyway, the point is Peter ripping Octavius arms off was cold blooded
- he’s looking at Danny when he says “i’m going after Connors”
- Peter can’t ever given himself a fucking break, can he?
- “i won’t stop trying to save you!” is like a personal motto for Peter. in truth, he’s never going to stop trying to save the people he cares about and he’ll run himself into the ground doing so. we saw it with Harry and we see it here with Doctor Connors
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FIC UPDATE: we're inches apart (and even closer at heart) 5/7
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: none Fandoms: MCU, Avengers, Black Widow, Daredevil, Hawkeye Relationships: Matt Murdock/Natasha Romanoff, Yelena Belova & Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton & Natasha Romanoff, Yelena Belova & Natasha Romanoff & Alexei Shostakov & Melina Vostokoff, Natasha Romanoff & Tony Stark, Avengers Team & Natasha Romanoff Characters: Natasha Romanoff, Matt Murdock, Yelena Belova, Clint Barton, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker, Wanda Maximoff, Bucky Barnes, Foggy Nelson, Karen Page, Melina Vostokoff, Alexei Shostakov, Other Marvel Characters Additional Tags: Natasha Romanov Is Not A Robot, Natasha Romanov Lives, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, POV Natasha Romanov, Natasha Romanov-centric, Natasha Romanov Feels, Fluff and Angst, Light Angst, Angst and Humor, Fluff and Humor, Banter, Dialogue Heavy, Weddings, Secret Relationship, Sappy Ending, Tony Stark Lives, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Family Shenanigans, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Identity Reveal, Secret Identity, Secret Identity Fail Wordcount: 32k Summary:
"This seems awfully fast, Natasha," Melina says with genuine concern. "You are still so young." Nat blinks. "We've been dating for six years," she says flatly. "Oh, I thought you just found a random guy on the street, thought he was cute, followed him home and decided to marry him," Yelena says. "Do you think I'm that shallow?" Nat asks, and she's about to laugh before she realizes that what Yelena said isn't entirely inaccurate. (Or: Turns out planning your wedding is pretty damn hard when most of your family doesn't know your husband to be even exists.)
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"You could have your wedding here," Clint tells her. They're sitting on his porch's swinging bench, watching Nate and Lila run around. "It's nice, peaceful." "Why are you the one convincing me to use your place and not the other way around?" Nat asks with an amused smile, but as she looks around at the trees and the grass, she thinks she could envision getting married here. Oh god. She's become a romantic. Clint raises an eyebrow at her. "I knew you wouldn't want to ask that of me," he says knowingly. "Fair enough," Nat says after a moment of mulling it over. In the compound's training room a few days later after Nat's short spar with Tony, who's certainly getting better but is nowhere near her level, Tony says, "If I offered my lake house for your wedding, would you say yes or no?" He immediately gulps down some water, as if he's afraid of her answer. Nat, who isn't sweating or out of breath at all, says, "I've already taken Clint's offer." "Damn it."
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Daww Petey Pie
https://archiveofourown.org/works/49142242 by AEinstong It was raining. Of course it was raining. A perfect demonstration of Peter’s sour mood. When the door shut behind him it locked, leaving him standing in the downpour. The clouds turned a darker shade of gray as his heart thudded violently against his ribs. The beat became harmonious with thunder surrounding him. It couldn’t get worse, could it? Peter has never known when to shut his mouth. Or Peter Parker and his notorious field trip to Stark Industries! Words: 2967, Chapters: 1/7, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel, Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Ned Leeds, Michelle Jones, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton, Thor (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Flash Thompson Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Michelle Jones & Peter Parker, Avengers Team & Peter Parker, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Additional Tags: Peter Parker's Field Trip to Stark Industries, Field Trip, Good Friend Ned Leeds, Good Friend Michelle Jones, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Bully Flash Thompson, like bro is basically dudley dursley in this and im not sorry, Precious Peter Parker, i love stony too much to leave them out, Author started this fic before ever seeing a single marvel movie let alone spider-man, like none of them, (that’s fixed now don’t worry), Probably inaccurate characterization but damnit i tried my best, Neurodivergent Peter Parker read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/49142242
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