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Changeling | 1/3

[ Image ID: The drawing is broken into four different forest scenes with a golden sky at the top of the canvas. At the top, leaning on the tree line is The Angle of Justice. The Angle of Justice has tan skin, with the edges of her arms and the top of her head fading into black and white smoke. She has black and white wings with eyes on the feathers, she also has two wings above her eyes. She is resting her head on her arm and smiling while looking down. Behind her in the sky “Can I tell you a secret?” Is written in white.

The first quadrant shows the forest in springtime. The forest is green with a river in the foreground and trees in the background; Flowers are blooming across the grass. The Changeling, in the form of a black bear, is running past with The Maiden riding on his back. The Maiden has medium brown skin, black eyes, and short brown hair in a bob. She is wearing a white dress and a flower crown. She is laughing.

The second quadrant shows the same forest now in summer, with long grass and a yellow sky. The Maiden lays near the river, a green sheet covering her back. Her hair is wet and she has a few flowers behind her ear. She is grinning with her hand partially covering her mouth. The Changeling floats on the river in the form of a black duck, yellow flowers also on his back.

The third quadrant is upside down and shows the forest in fall time. The trees are orange, yellow, and red, and leaves litter the ground. The Maiden sleeps while leaning against The Changeling in the form of a black deer. The Maiden is wearing a dark green dress.

The fourth quadrant is also upside down and shows the forest in winter. The trees have lost their leaves, the river has frozen over, and it is snowing. The Maiden wears a gray sweater and brown cloak. Her arm is raised to throw a snowball at The Changeling. The Changeling is a black owl, and he holds a snowball in his claws as he flies above The Maiden.

Where all three quadrants intersect, the roots of a tree entangle The Maiden and The Changeling as they embrace. The Changeling is in a human form with pale skin, wavy black hair, and white eyes. He is wearing a low cut and sleeveless lavender top. The Maiden is wearing a green top with yellow flowers at the neckline. Both of them are smiling and looking at each other. End ID]

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[printedpeterparker]

Just Like Him

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Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Type: One Shot

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Some Angst Some Fluff

Summary: The one where Y/N comes to term that Peter is just like her dad.

Note: For my last couple of stories, tumblr seems to ignore my tags and they don’t publish to the public tags so it makes it very difficult to spread writing so if any has a solution, please let me know! Also reblogs would help! Thank you! Bxx

The drive back to the tower was completely silent. You were crunched up in your seat, your body facing the passenger window. You looked in the rearview mirror. Smoke was still flooding the skies. Peter looked over at you. Your brows were slightly furrowed and your teeth were obviously clenched. Peter didn’t think what he did was wrong; it simply just wasn’t what you wanted.

“Y/N…” he muttered, going for your hand on the center console of the car.

You quickly snatched it around, tucking it other your arm.

Silence.

Peter retreated his hand back onto the steering wheel. You finally made it back to the tower as the sun began to set over New York. Peter pulled the car into the garage, turning it off. You quickly tried making your way out of the car to leave Peter behind.

He quickly grabbed your wrist, jerking you back, “Y/N, I cannot honestly apologize for what happened tonight, but—”

“I don’t know why we’re having this conversation then,” you hissed before snatching your wrist back to go upstairs. You made your way up the stairs with Peter not far behind you.

“Y/N, you know I just cannot ignore people possibly getting hurt,” Peter told you when you top step into the living area. He could practically feel you roll your eyes. “I’m sorry that I left you at the restaurant—”

“Again, Peter,” you snapped. “I get it; you’re Spiderman and your job is to help others, but you’re also Peter Parker, and for once I would just want Peter!”

“You’re acting like I am never with you, Y/N! Yes, I’ve left you in the past, but what if you were in that burning building?” Your muscles tightened, tears beginning to develop in your eyes. “Wouldn’t you want someone to save you?”

Your anger was boiling since you left and now, you erupted, “God, Peter, you don’t get it! Do you know how embarrassing it is to believe you just to be made a fool? I even waited for you to come back because even though I’m so pissed at you, I still care about you and that’s why you can hurt be so bad. It’s not about you being here sometimes; it’s about you breaking your promise time and time again. It’s when being a hero takes priority our relationship and you cannot tell me that it doesn’t! It’s the fact that all my life, I am playing second rate to a goddamn suit, Peter!”

You don’t play the second rate, but I cannot stand by and just watch these things happen, Y/N!”

“You can’t or you won’t?”

“Hey, hey, hey,” you heard your dad loudly interrupt, quickly breezing into the room, “What’s going on between you two kiddos? Back so soon and yelling all over the tower?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat when you looked over at your dad and back at Peter, “Great, maybe Ironman and Spiderman can having a riveting conversation about fucking hero work since you got so much in common,” you snapped.

“Sweetheart, language.”

“Y/N, I—”

“Don’t talk to me, Peter,” whispered as you pushed past him, your heels clicking aggressively on the floor.

Peter and Tony heard your door slam leaving Peter in dismay.

“What did you do to my daughter?” Tony sternly asked, quickly catching Peter’s fleeting attention. “Did you break her heart? I gave you specific instructions not to do that.”

“No, Mr. Stark I didn’t try to, but she just…” he huffed, running his hand through his brown curls. “I think I really messed up, Mr. Stark. I’ve never seen her like that, but she doesn’t get it and—”

“What doesn't she get?”

— x —

You slammed the door and immediately dug yourself into your bed. You sniffled wiping your eyes, eyeliner staining your hand and probably your eyelids. You wanted to continue to be mad at Peter. You wanted to yell at him and rage, but you knew deep down, he couldn’t help it. He made it his job to help others. Maybe you were being selfish. Maybe you were overreacting. Were you?

“Peter, I know you said to dress up, but I it’s so expensive here,” you told Peter as you flipped through the menu, “I can’t make you spend all your money on one dinner.”

Even though today marked your one year anniversary with Peter, you didn’t expect to come here today. In reality, Peter had been saving his money for awhile just for a night. He already felt bad that he couldn’t spend a lot of quality time with you due to his Spiderman obligations. He was hoping tonight would make up for some of that.

“Y/N, it’s fine,” Peter reminded you. His hand laid on top of yours on the table, “It’s our anniversary and I’m trying to make it somewhat special.”

“Okay, but I have a hard time ordering when everything is over twenty dollars,” you chuckled, scanning the menu again. You and Peter had deferred your waitress a couple times, still looking over the broad menu and engaging in conversation.

It was nice. You and Peter rarely did night outs like this. You wanted to savor your night with Peter. You didn’t have to worry about your dad barging in or any of his friends for that matter. You didn’t have to worry about school due to the summer. And you didn’t have to worry about Peter leaving you night; he made a promise.

“Okay, I think I know what I want,” you sighed happily folding down your menu.

Peter’s brows furrowed as he sighed, “I think I do, too.”

“You don’t sound too sure, Pete. Are you okay?”

“Yeah! Yeah, yeah of course.”

Peter looked out the window, triggering you to do the same. You saw the smoke rising in the distance. Your heart sank. You grabbed Peter’s hand, shaking it, “Hey, it’s okay. There are probably firefighters and police there already. You don’t have to go.”

“I can usually ignore it when that’s the situation,” Peter muttered. “Y/N, I don’t think it’s just a fire.”

“But your senses can be wrong, Peter. You know that.”

“I just cannot ignore people getting hurt.”

“But you can!” you almost exclaimed, catching some attention from others in the restaurant. That sounded selfish. “Someone is helping them, Peter. You don’t have to run into every dangerous situation, and you promised me that you’d stay. I’ve never asked you to stay, but I’m begging you now.”

“Y/N…”

“And you don’t have your suit.” Peter shuffled in his seat, avoiding your eye line. “It’s in the car, isn’t it?” He didn’t have to tell you that it was because you knew. It didn’t anger you that he had it; it angered you because that’s a move you saw time and time again with your dad.

He looked apologetic when he looked into your tear-brimmed eyes, “I don’t wanna do this, Y/N, but I have to,” he told you as he got up from his chair. You didn’t even look at him; you couldn’t. He kissed your cheek, but you sat motionlessly. “I love you. I’m sorry.”

He left in a haste, leaving you alone.

At a table for two.

On your anniversary.

With your heart and promise broken.

“Hi, are you ready to order or should I wait for your date to come back?” your waitress smiled, her notepad ready.

“Uh, actually, he had to step out for awhile, so I think I’m just gonna head out.”

You waited.

You waited in the parking lot of the restaurant against the car. Peter was gone for almost half an hour. In that time period, your sadness was fueled by straight anger due to broken promises.

One night.

You only wanted one night with Peter.

You saw Peter arrive around the corner, back in his original attire from the evening. His hair was a little messier, but he was beaming with joy. It only pissed you off more. He was about to enter the restaurant again before he noticed you in the parking lot, standing by the car.

He jogged over as if nothing happened in the last thirty minutes, “Hey, did you already finish eating? I didn’t think I was gone that long. If not we—”

“Take me home, Peter.”

His brows furrowed, “What? We have the whole night left.”

“Not anymore,” you snapped. “Take me home or I’ll call someone who will.”

Wiped the remaining tears from your eyes as you sat up in your bed. Forty-five minutes had passed since you stormed off from Peter and your dad. You slipped off your heels and kicked them near the wall. Your anger was slowly moving toward sadness as you watched the sun go down. You couldn’t talk to Peter; you literally told him not to talk to you. Your dad tried to stay clear of your relationship with Peter and talking about it; he always said you together made him uncomfortable. You could have talked to anyone else in the tower, but you really only wanted to talk to Peter even if all your frustrations were about him.

Nevertheless, you hadn’t eaten since lunch and it was 8:30. You changed from your skirt and top into sweatpants and a tank top. You quietly left your room, hoping not to bump into anyone. You wanted to avoid the questions about why you were home so early and where’s Peter.

You walked into the kitchen searching for something to take to your room. You looked inside the fridge, quickly making a mental note make a grocery list. You made the decision when you looked in the cabinets.

“Y/N?” Peter startled you when you heard him on the other side of the kitchen island. He was still dressed up, but he had to to-go bags.

It was a sweet sight for your tired eyes. “I didn’t hear you come in, but...I see you went back out.”

He held up the bag, placing it on the counter, “Yeah, I went to Beefy Bites.” Your stomach rumbled when he mentioned your favorite diner in New York. “I thought you’d be hungry, so I got you your favorite.”

You stepped closer to the other side of the island and looked inside the bag already ready to consume everything inside. “Bacon cheeseburger with no tomato, onion rings and their birthday cake shake?”

“And mozzarella sticks to share,” he finished, handing you your bag and shake. He really was working for this. “Can we just talk...maybe in your room?”

You nodded as Peter followed you to your room. He felt some hope since you at least accepted his peace offering, but then again, it was food. On the other hand, he was glad you were willing to talk.

“I’ve never been fond of fancy restaurants,” you mentioned as you entered your room. “I mean they’re nice and all, but I enjoy simple things, so thank you.”

Peter smiled as he joined you on your bed. He could see what you were wearing earlier tossed on the ground. In the better lightening of your room, he could see that your mascara was a bit smeared and your eyes were slightly puffy.

“I talked to Mr. Stark, your dad, and even he told me I fucked up,” he half chuckled. “I’m really sorry, Y/N. I never want to make you upset.”

You were taking your food out of the bag as you hummed, “My dad knows you fucked up because what you did happened all the time when I was younger with my dad,” you began. “He loved those suits and as a kid, they were so cool. I was that kid in elementary school saying “My dad is Ironman and he’s a hero”  but then he was working a lot more and I saw my dad less. Then life became dangerous and he promised Pepper and I that he was done, but then Ultron happened...and then it never stopped after that.”

Peter was only silent, vowing to himself that he would only let you vent.

“When I turned 13, he missed my entire birthday. He got me some earrings that I wanted for weeks, but I didn’t have my dad and that sucked there,” you sighed as you took a mozzarella stick and bit into it. “I was so angry for such a long time, but as I grew up, I understood and he did better. We talked more and it was great, but science says you fall for people like remind you of your parents.”

Usually, Peter would love being compared to his mentor, but now he had mixed feelings about it.

“Like my dad, I know you love me. I know you’re incredibly smart. I know you’ll always protect me. But I also know you love being the hero even when it hurts the people that love you. I know I’m always in competition with the suit.”

“But you’re not,” Peter interrupted quickly.

“Peter, you love being Spiderman. You literally schedule out a time in your day— every day— just to be Spiderman,” you reminded him. “It’s a love I cannot compete with and that’s fine; it’s a different type of love because you love helping others, but—”

“I still broke a promise.” You nodded. “But I would still like to try and make one more promise.”

He reached into his pocket, pulling out a little velvet box and your eyes quickly widen, “Oh, my god, no Peter. I cannot marry you; not now at least like in a couple years.”

“It’s not a ring! Can you imagine what Mr. Stark would do if it was though?”

“Can you imagine if I said yes?

He laughed opening the box, revealing a silver necklace with a P hung on it. It was just as simple as you wanted it to be. “It’s a necklace. Do you mind?” Peter asked, gesturing to your neck. You quickly turned around, moving your hair. “When I’m not with you, I really want you to have a piece of me.” He finished clasping it on before you turned back around to meet his bright, brown eyes. “I cannot promise you that I’ll always be here—”

“Because you’re out kicking ass?” you playfully interrupted.

“Hopefully, but I will promise you that I’m always with and I’ll always protect you and love you,” he finished. “Can you forgive me?”

You sighed before taking a sip of your shake still looking into his eyes, neither of you want to turn away. Your finger gripped his chin, pulling him into a kiss. Even though the time was short, you already missed his touch.

“I’m sorry, too, Peter,” you muttered against his lips. “I was still being selfish.”

“It’s okay, but I practically hear your stomach, babe,” he laughed, pulling your burger out of the bag.

You smiled as you took it from him, opening the wrapping. You took a nice bite, always satisfied with your burgers from there. Now was no different. “Maybe we should tell my dad you proposed because I’m pregnant, tomorrow. It’d be really funny.”

Peter quickly shook his head, “I really enjoy living so I don’t think that’s a great idea. I’d would really like to see another anniversary with you,” he chuckled.

“Don’t worry; I’d protect you.”

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