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starksvinyls · 7 months

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Title: Career Day Rating: Gen Pairing: Peter Parker & Tony Stark Tags/Warnings: Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Adopted Peter Parker, Dead May Parker (sorry not sorry it's for the irondad fluff), Irondad and Spiderson, Fluff, Family Fluff, Identity Reveal Summary: Midtown is hosting a Career Day, and Tony comes to speak as Peter's dad, revealing Peter's identity as his son to Peter's class. Notes: fills square B5 'identity reveal' on my @pparkerbingo card!

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Peter didn’t think anything of it, when he left the papers from school on the kitchen island. It was part of his new routine with Tony and Pepper, they liked to keep up with the goings on at Midtown, and if Peter didn’t immediately leave the papers for them when he got home, he’d forget them in his backpack. He wasn’t sure why the school didn’t just email all the parents and guardians with the latest news and reminders about parent teacher conferences, sciences fairs and band performances, it wasn’t like this was the really old days of dial up and checking your email once a week.

Midtown School of Science and Technology was hosting a career day for the juniors, as collage application deadlines would be upon them sooner than they realized, and had asked for parental volunteers in several different vocations to come and speak. That flier had been in the stack, however Peter didn’t think Tony or Pepper would have the time, but well…

There, in a line of other parents and guardians, sat Tony Stark in all his bespoke suited glory. He had one leg crossed over the other and his hands in his lap, fingers laced. The HUD glasses were perched on his nose, and he was smiling out at the group of awestruck teenagers staring up at him on the auditorium stage. There was a cacophony of excited whispers, too muddled for Peter to catch anything specific.

Next to him, Ned was hitting his arm. “Dude, your da-“

“Ned!” Peter hissed. “You know he’s not-“

“He technically is,” MJ rolled her eyes from the other side of Peter. “Those adoption papers aren’t just for show, loser.”

Peter could feel himself flush and he snapped his mouth closed, slouching down in his seat. It wasn’t that Peter didn’t think of Tony as his dad, but he had only recently gone from calling him ‘Mister Stark’ to ‘Tony’. It wasn’t even until May’s funeral that the man had hugged Peter fully. They weren’t there yet.

They hadn’t made any announcements (nor had Peter really said anything at school, it wasn’t like he went around talking about his family before. Plus, who would he tell?), though they weren’t hiding Peter away. Most everyone at the tower knew, the school knew, of course, as did the Avengers and Peter’s friends. Pepper had also planned a lovely little debut, of sorts, for Peter as their son and heir to Stark Industries at the next Maria Stark Foundation fundraising dinner. Huh, she had said “their son”…Peter smiled to himself. Maybe they were there.

Peter remembered the flier, then, it had asked for volunteers to come speak at “their child’s” school for a career day. That was definitely something parents did.

Principal Morita stepped up to the podium and cleared his throat. “Hello, students,” He waited for the room to hush before continuing. “We have some very accomplished and knowledgeable parents here today to talk to you about different college and career paths in STEM. I expect you to give each of them your full, undivided attention, as what they can tell you will be very valuable for your own futures.”

It was obvious the principal was implying that they needed to pay attention to all the parents and not ignore them because of Tony Stark, and Peter was kind of embarrassed. His classmates were definitely the type to fan-geek out instead of paying attention.

“Without further ado, let’s have our first speaker,” Principal Morita clapped, prompting some applause from the students, as he stepped back to his chair.

The first parent, a woman with dark skin and round glasses, adjusted the height of the mic. “Hello, I’m Rochelle Brown, Abe’s mother,” She was cut off by an excited whoop from a few rows in front of Peter, and laughed. “Hey, son…I’m a doctor specializing in cardiovascular health.”

Peter listened to her talk about med school and the skills and knowledge from non-STEM areas that were important as well. It was overall pretty informative. The next few parents followed the same formula; introduce themselves, as well as whose parent they were, and then talk about their work and college experience.

They went down the line, and the 5th chair held Tony. When it was his turn, he stood and made his way to the podium. “Well, you know who I am,” He flashed them a smile.

Peter noticed it wasn’t his media smile, it was genuine. A warmth spread through his belly at the realization that Tony was there as his dad, not as Tony Stark.

After a small smattering of chuckles from the audience, it went silent, clearly all waiting with baited breath to hear who his kid was.

“And I’m Peter Parker’s dad.”

The warmth in Peter’s belly exploded into a million butterflies and he could feel his cheeks pulled up into a wide smile. That was the first time he had said that. Sure, he called Peter “his kid” all the time, but he said…

Peter couldn’t stop smiling, even as everyone was suddenly turned, looking at him. The whispers were loud, and teachers around the room were trying to hush everyone and get them focused again. Flash could be heard loudly protesting as he was escorted out the doors into the hallway after a rather rude outburst. Peter snorted.

“Yes, yes, new gossip, I know it’s exciting.” Tony drawled, amused. “But I’m here to talk to you about engineering and MIT, the greatest in higher education for a budding young scientist, and I promise I’m only a little biased,” He winked.

Peter watched at Tony captivated a room full of teenagers and adults alike, with tales about building DUM-E at fifteen, and the non-proprietary aspects of engineering the arc reactor. He grinned and laughed at an anecdote about the one armed bot, and then reached into his pocket for his phone. He typed out a text and hit send, knowing Friday would display it on the screen in Tony’s glasses. A second later, his dad looked directly at him and smiled.

thanks for coming to speak, dad

#pparkerbingo23 #peter parker #irondad and spiderson #irondad #irondad fic #marvel fanfic #starksvinyls fic

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riordanness · 7 months

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he isn’t you [p.parker]

1.1K wordcount

requested: no

warnings: slightly abusive/manipulative relationship (not w peter)

[a/n: old writing, proceed with a cringe warning]

I walked with my head down through the crowded hallway of my school, Midtown School of Science and Technology. Kids busted around me, pushing and shoving, kissing and making out, yelling and crying and fighting.

"Hey." Someone touched my arm. My best friend, Peter Parker. His brown eyes searched mine, and he looked worried. I could tell, because whenever he's worried, his forehead crumples and his nose wrinkles, in this really strange, but somehow cute way.

"Hey," I said back, smiling slightly. "You're cute when you're worried."

"What?" Peter looked taken aback. His hand dropped from my arm, and he stared at me blankly.

I laughed. "Never mind. What's up?"

"Oh... Nothing. It's fine." He smiled, but I could tell it was forced. I didn't push it though. Peter and I had been best friends since we were five, and i food read him like a book, so I knew something was wrong. Either way, I wasn't going to force him into saying anything. If he wanted to tell me, he would.

I nodded. "Okay then. I'm looking for Jace... Have you seen him?" Jace was my boyfriend. I didn't think Peter liked him much though, because whenever I brought Jace up in conversation, Peter always tensed up and quickly changed the subject.

"No." Peter shook his head. "How- how's everything going with him? Everything okay? You're happy with him...?"

I smiled. Peter was so sweet. He'd always looked out for me, and did everything he could to help make me feel better.

"Yeah, everything's great," I lied. To tell the truth, everything wasn't great. Recently, Jace had started making me do all of his homework for him, and expecting me to obey his every whim. So far, he hadn't made me do anything utterly terrible, but I still felt a bit uncomfortable with our relationship. It just wasn't what I wanted.

Peter smiled a little. "Okay good. You'd... you'd tell me if anything was wrong, right? You'd let me help?"

I gave him a hug. "Of course, Pete. You're my absolute best friend. Of all time. You're always the one I come to about everything. But it's all just fine at the moment. Nothing to worry about, okay?"

Peter nodded, his lips pursed. I wondered briefly if he could read me as well as I could read him. I hoped not.

"You're still coming to the movies with me tonight, right?" Peter asked.

" 'Course, silly," I smiled, hitting him gently on the arm. "Wouldn't miss it."

"Okay, great..." Peter smiled, a little relieved, and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "See you tonight, then. At six. I'll pick you up."

I nodded, and with that, my best friend of ten years had disapearred into the crowd.

"Hey, baby," a new voice greeted me. This one, I was not happy to hear. I turned, just as an arm snaked its way around my waist.

"Hey, Jace." I forced a smile. Luckily, I was good at that.

"Did you do my homework for me? And get me those candy bars as well?"

I have to bite back a snarky remark, and reached into my backpack. I dug around for a few seconds, and pulled out a crumpled handful of Hershey bars, and an equally crumpled pile of paper sheets.

"Here." I handed the piles to Jace.

"Thank you, baby." Jace's tone was anything but thankful. He looked at me, and something in his expression scared me. "I'm thinking of doing something fun tonight... What do you say? A game of: 'you do exactly what I say for an hour'?"

The excited glint in his eyes made me shrink back in horror. "No!" I managed to force out. My throat was clenching on its own, and that made it hard to speak. I felt nauseous. I was pretty sure people in healthy relationships weren't supposed to feel that.

"I--" I swallowed hard. "We're over, Jace. I can't do this anymore. I'm sorry." I pushed past him, and ran.

✨🕸✨🕸✨🕸

That night, at exactly 5:56 P.M., I was sitting on the living room couch in my mum's apartment. I scrolled through my text message chats with Jace on my phone, trying to hold back tears. He wasn't worth my tears, besides, I was about to go hang out with Peter. I needed to get my mind of my boyfriend, I mean, ex-boyfriend.

I turned my phone off, and shoved it under the couch. I didn't want to see it again.

Just then, the doorbell rang. I sprang up quickly to open it, and heard my mum calling out: "Have fun sweetie, and see you later!"

I opened the door, and felt a massive wave of relief wash over me when my eyes met Peter's hazel ones. I couldn't help myself; I just ran right into his arms, not saying a word. I was afraid that if I did, I would start crying all over again.

"Oh, hey," Peter said, a little surprised. He wrapped his arms around me nevertheless. "You look, uh, really nice."

I'd forgotten what I was wearing, so I glanced down. Oh right. Slip-on tan brown flats, which were plain but super cute; a simple red dress, which had thick strap sleeves, and a navy blue cardigan tied around my waist. I'd braided my hair in a single braid down my back.

"Oh, thanks." I flushed. Jace had never really given me compliments, at least not after the initial few weeks of being together. He'd been a perfect boyfriend until a month after he'd asked me out, and then all turned to complete crap.

Peter smiled. "You ready to go?"

I glanced once at the couch, and at my phone which still lay underneath it, and made a quick decsision. "Yeah, I'm ready to go. I don't need anything."

Peter nodded, then he hesitated. "Before we go, actually, y/n, I have to tell you something..."

I frowned slightly. "What is it?" Was he going to say that he never wanted to see me again? Did he hate me? Was being my friend too much work for him? Was I too annoying?

"I love you."

Oh. Well that's not what I was expecting.

"And I know that you have a boyfriend, and that you're really happy with him and I'm just your stupid best friend but I've loved you since I was ten years old and I can keep this secret to myself anymore. Not that it's really a secret, I mean, both Ned and May knows, but it was kinda an accident in Ned's case, I mean --"

I shut him up with a quick kiss, pressing my mouth to his in a smooth gesture, then pulling away. "I don't have a boyfriend anymore, because he was just using me." I refused to let the tears come this time. "And... I love you too, Peter Parker."

I looked at him, and he looked at me, and I knew we understood each other. We always had, somehow.

"Now," I managed a cheeky grin, "how about that date to the movies, Parker?"

#peter parker #mcu #mcu peter parker #fanfic #fanfiction #peter parker fanfic #peter parker x reader #y/n #peter parker fanfiction #mcu peter parker fanfic #tom holland peter parker

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shayyprasad · 4 months

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successor | p.p.

summary: you realize that you don't want to be like your father; follow in his footsteps. you have a different want, a different need from him. but you find the perfect person to take your spot.

lemme know ur thoughts

okay this one was okay kinda did it while i was supposed to be doing review packets for the midterms

word count: 1.4+ words-ish

it was never anything i'd ever though about.

fashion was a hobby and that was that. i'd take over my dad's place as ceo, straight out of high school, right after two years of shadowing, end of story.

no questions, no discussion. and that was fine, right? no biggie. it wasn't like i'd cared.

but, oh, that was then.

this is now.

midtown is a school for science and engineering, but this year our theme was "openmindedness". every senior year, which was mine this time, different schools from across the world came in to share about their school and provide information.

now, since this year was all about having an open-mind, they didn't just have stem-ly, ivy league, big brain/smart science schools come.

but they had other things, too. like fine arts.

including the fashion institute of technology, one of the best. and you know, just for fun, i applied as early action.

i didn't think i'd get in. but the fact that a staring at bold text that reads "congrats!", i stand corrected.

like, okay, wow, way to chuck that in my face and send me flying. plot twist in my life that is already enough of a dumpster fire; now i have to re-think my entire future because my heart is doing happy/uneasy flips in my stomach and i can't figure out if this is good or not?

god, i used to be so indecisive. now i don't know.

i may have contridicted myself here.

why don't i ever know anything? this is a re-occuring problem.

over the last year or so, i've been getting more serious about my future. y'know? like, this is happening. i'm adulting.

i don't want to be adulting.

because, damn, it's not hot. at all.

...whatsoever.

fashion, for so long, has been the thing that makes me happy. it's been the one constant in my life. i mean, 90% percent of the clothes in my closet were designed by yours truly.

and a career in that? that sounds like heaven, it's too good to be true.

but now i have a chance. this is my one-way ticket into this whole thing.

on the other hand... what would i tell my dad? i'm his only kid. who else would take of the stark thing? i'm supposed to be his successor.

but on the other, other hand, i don't want to be his successor. i want to be a designer. i can't do that from a fancy desk in a fancy tall buliding with fancy people who carry around fancy briefcases and make words longer by turning things like "because" into "the particular reason for the circumstance".

oh my word, i'm having a mid-life crisis at 17 years old.

no, no, no panicking. peter would know what to do. he always knows.

he's like yoda, but 17 and a spider.

y/n: help

y/n: i'm gonna die if you don't get here

arachnikid: what's wrong?

arachnikid: babe are you okay??

arachnikid: the dots went away

arachnikid: why did the dots go away???

arachnikid: don't move

arachnikid: oh my god oh my god oh my god

arachnikid: i'm coming i'll be right there

maybe it was sadistic slightly to watch peter panic like that, but part of it was amusing. in less then a minute, my window was pulled up and a huffing spider crawled into the room.

"hi, baby!" i chirped, letting him grab my face and examine me.

"i- you- what's wrong?" he panted.

"i need some of your old man wisdom."

peter was quiet for a moment, "huh?"

"i'm going through a mid-life crisis."

"wait, but- you're 17."

"yeah."

"jeez, you really scared me."

i shrugged, "yep. sorry 'bout that. that's on me."

"uh-huh," he glared at you, flopping down onto my beanbag and tossing his mask aside.

i paused, trying to figure out how to word this. finally, i settled on; "i don't want to be the ceo."

he was absolutely dumbfounded. and i didn't blame him. what sane person would want to pass this up?

so i tried again, walking over to my laptop. "uh, okay. you know how, like, all those colleges came to our school?"

"... yes?" peter said, not sure where this was going.

"and there was this really awesome fashion one, yeah, babe?"

"...yes? oh- oh my gosh. you wanna...? go there?"

i pulled up the acceptance letter. he gaped, "wow! you- you're in! why didn't you tell me? this is awesome!"

"you aren't mad?"

he furrowed his brows, "no. why?"

"because i'm wasting my life?"

"no, you're doing something you love. and that's worth everything. also, i kinda had a feeling this would happen." he strided over to my closet, pulling it open and gesturing to what was inside of it.

"do you even realize how good you are? because, angel, lemme tell you, you are amazing at this. it's freaking crazy. and the fact that you tailor most of you dad's suits? that says it all."

i blushed, but my short-lived happiness was quickly replaced by fear. "what about my dad? there's no way-"

"he wants you to be happy. this is your happy. he'd never take that away from you."

"really?"

"of course."

"but... who else would do it, then? i'm his only kid."

peter came over and briefly kissed my lips, "i'm sure he'll find someone."

i grinned; i'd already found one.

i inhaled rather dramatically as i stood in front of the big door. what was i even going to say?

oh, well, i'll cross that bridge when i get there.

okay, i'm kind of already at that bridge but it doesn't matter.

i only knocked once before entering, catching my dad tinkering out of the corner of my eye.

"heyyyy... dad, i- uh, whatcha working on?"

"hmm? oh, just upgrading this. i was gonna add some-"

"that's really cool. i have to tell you something."

he looked up, squinting at me, "i swear, if peter got you preg-"

"no! no, of course not! god, dad. we use protection, and i'm on the pill."

"wait, you've been having sex?"

"okay, i think we're getting off topic."

"from what?"

"the stark industries. i-"

"oh, yeah, i'm so glad you'll be working with me. like father, like daughter. too good."

"no- what? that's- that's not where i was going with this."

"then what?"

i sucked in a whole lot of air;

"igotacceptedintothecollegeofmydreams,well,it'sonlybeenmydreamfor,like,lessthanayear,butwhatever,andiwantotdofashionandnotthisstuff."

"um, slower maybe?"

i drew in a breath, "i don't want to work for the industries. i want to do fashion. and i got into this-"

"what? you don't want to be ceo?"

"yeah," looking down at my shoes, i felt shame creep up my neck. had i said the wrong thing? i should've kept my mouth shut. i just fucked this up.

i glanced up to see him press his lips together, and then lean against the table, folding his arms. my dad sighed, "well, i know that once you've set your mind to something, you're pretty stubborn about it, and i guess that may be on me," he added with a chuckle. "but is this something you're sure you want to do?"

"well, yeah. it's my iron man."

"okay, what?"

"sorry, bad comparison. i just meant that, well, this is what i love to do. it's my everything. you know that, right?"

"i had a feeling."

"you aren't mad?"

dad came over beside me, pecking my hairline. "'course not. i'm happy. happy that you told me, because now you won't be stuck doing something you don't like your whole life." he then ran a hand through his hair. "so what now? i gotta find someone else then. young, like you, i guess."

"can i help?"

"sure, i mean."

"cool. i picked one."

"already?"

"yeah."

"uh, background search? like all of that?"

"oh, i already know their background."

"yeah? who?"

"you know him. rather well, really."

"i do? jeez, just tell me, peanut."

"peter parker."

it was my 5th anniversary of my line, which, by the way, totally took everyone by storm. as far as i knew, everything was going great, and the bright dimond ring on my left hand told me just that.

stark industries was written off offically to peter, just last year. currently, they were working kind of side-by-side, and that would be until my dad retired.

i tied the bow on a small-ish white box, smiling to myself.

in it were two things, yet to be presented to my husband. a positive pregnacy test and a strip of paper that had multiple sonograms on it.

yeah, i was my dad's favorite girl.

but pete was his successor.

and y'know what?

i couldn't be happier about it.

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #peter parker #peter parker x you #peter parker x reader #spiderman #fluff

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yes-i-am-happyaspie · 6 months

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The Hoax by happyaspie

No Archive Warnings Apply | Rated T | Chp. 1/? | No Powers AU, OOC May Parker, Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Happy Hogan, Ned Leeds. Warnings for Gaslighting and Emotional Manipulation.

Summary: Even after years of no evidence, Tony Stark refused to stop looking for his kidnapped son. Some people called it false hope, others called it fatherly love. But May Parker called it an opportunity.

“You and that kid share quite a few similarities, and the case has so little evidence. With your help, I really think we could use those things to our advantage.” Peter was dubious. “How, though?” he asked, his tone teetering toward sarcasm. It was a natural impulse that he couldn’t consistently avoid. No matter how hard he tried. “What do you want me to do? Knock on Tony Stark's front door and pretend to be Arno?” May said nothing as she stared at him from across the table. Initially, he didn’t understand. But as she elevated her eyebrows and tilted her head, it clicked. That was exactly what May wanted him to do.

[Exceprt Below the Cut]

Peter sat down at the kitchen table and twirled some spaghetti around his fork. Of all the things his Aunt May attempted to cook, pasta topped with a jar of tomato sauce and some cheap parmesan cheese was his favorite. He considered not mentioning his backpack had given up on him part way through the school day. He knew she’d be disappointed and didn't want to ruin the pleasant meal. However, no amount of pleasant conversation was going to make it any easier to get around his giant high school without a bag. He sighed nervously and glanced down at his plate. “I, uh, I need a new backpack,” he mumbled under his breath.

May brought her finger up to her ear and tapped it, her face one of disbelief. “Excuse me?” she questioned. “What was that?”

Peter swallowed hard and forced a smile. “I need a new backpack?” he repeated louder and with more clarity than before.

A huff of annoyance escaped May’s lips as she dropped her fork and crossed her arms over her chest. “I bought you one right at the beginning of the school year,” she replied.

“Yeah, but one of the seams ripped,” Peter attempted to defend, then pulled his lip between his teeth. May has asked him to quit the band, Academic Decathlon, and robotics club so he could get a part-time job. He’d easily complied, eager to contribute to the household income. Although he didn’t actually know how much he was actually helping. Each week he signed his check over to May, and she deposited it into her account. He never asked where it went after that. “If you would-” he began but quickly backtracked. “I mean, If I could just use a little bit of my paycheck from Delmar’s, maybe-”

“Peter. Sweetie,” May gently interjected. “You know that money is supposed to help us pay the bills. You don’t want to be the reason we can’t afford rent next month, do you?” she asked, her smile not quite meeting her eyes. “This neighborhood is expensive. Every little bit counts.”

“I don’t know. It’s a lot of books and stuff,” he unsurely replied. Even though his best friend was kind enough to allow him to use some of his locker space, Midtown was a specialized science and technology school. His schedule was rigorous and required a lot of materials. He wasn’t sure carrying everything around was all that reasonable.

“Don’t be selfish, Peter,” May mildly scolded. “There are only a few weeks of school left to go. You can get by with one of my reusable shopping bags until then.”

May was right. Peter knew she was right. There wasn't too much school left. Carrying his supplies around in a stupid cloth shopping bag wouldn’t kill him. Even if there were a handful of students who would never let him live it down. Starting with Flash Thompson. But he could handle that if it meant making things easier for his aunt. “Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. I’m sorry. You’re right. It’s fine,” he swiftly agreed. He glanced at his half-eaten dinner and bit back a sigh. “May I be excused?”

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#happyaspie writing #the hoax #no powers au #ooc aunt may parker #emotional manipulation #gaslighting #peter parker #tony stark #may parker #happy hogan #ned leeds #irondad and spiderson #eventually

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hoardlikegoldenirises · 7 months

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Like a man possessed, I felt like drawing what the gang's various graduation outfits looked/will look like... lol

Notes about each one (and the close-ups again) below the cut:

Midtown High!!! 2005! I made it light blue to match the design I came up with for Flash's varsity jacket, with little white and red bits of course. I made Midtown's colors blue, white and red a long time ago on purpose cause I thought it would be funny. I think the baby blue is cute.

(here's a pic of the letter jacket btw)

Flash doesn't have any honors, except ALLLLL of his sports shit, but they don't really have like... cords for that? so i gave him some medals. but he did like... three or four sports in high school and had a bunch of state wins so i figured he should have something.

I decided Liz should be the Valedictorian so she has the national honor society cords and a little valedictorian stole... the kind you get custom printed of course, not from the school.

Peter somehow managed to graduate high school magna cum laude despite his uncle dying and also getting his ass beat a bunch of times, but he and his aunt can barely afford to live when he's in high school so he definitely can't afford $15 for a stupid rope. (😂) (really his aunt probably would have found a way if she had been made aware...) (i'm sure there are other ways to get the cords but it feels fair to say, personality-wise... this is fitting...)

also... i think i accidentally drew him without his broken nose but i moved shit around so he gets his nose busted way before graduation lol

Still 2005, Standard High! Harry and Gwen! I used green and white as the colors based off like a comic panel from the Gwen Stacy solo comic. and saw some stuff about high schools that have white for girls and blue for boys (i actually think one of my high schools did that? but i graduated from the other school, where the colors were black and orange, so the gowns were... black lol) so I color-coded it based on gender as well, in contrast to Midtown's exclusively sky blue gowns.

Gwen is also Valedictorian, OBVIOUSLY, and I used a V-neck stole for that, plus all the honor cords, and a bunch of medals for shit like the science olympiad, honors, etc. AND a key club stole. cause. that all seemed fitting for her.

Harry gets a medal cause Gwen made him do SciOly with her. and the cord is DECA. REALLY I'm sure there are other societies and clubs from which he could have accessories since he's a little rich boy but I got tired of trying to google stuff and gave up 😂

All the high school gowns, even from Gwen's school, are shiny...

2009—originally I was gonna have Harry graduate too but then I decided he should drop out, so Gwen and Hobie ended up being the only ones in their friend group to graduate on time (or in some cases, at all) lol —

I thought even with his life being a little stressful, Hobie deserved to graduate with honors especially since he's like. a genius. so i guess, much like peter, despite adversity, he managed to get a very high GPA (I chose to, for various reasons, make ESU an expensive possibly private university (loosely based on NYU w/ some deviations) w/ high standards for performance so in this case, magna cum laude is like 3.8+ GPA lol) He's in the same track as Peter and got his Bachelor of Science in Mechanical(?) Engineering. a very smart young man but better at coding. (i actually wonder if he's less mechanical engineering and more a different engineering degree... hmm... definitely engineering either way but maybe more technologically focused than Peter's)

except for Liz, whose business degree I may or may not have forgotten about while drawing this, the others (except Peter) either don't graduate (Harry and Flash) or don't go to college in the first place (Betty, Glory, MJ)

Gwen gets to be the consistent overachiever in this group as I think becomes very apparent... so she's summa cum laude but not, I think, valedictorian. this despite her father dying between sophomore and junior year?? lol? (spoilers i guess 😂) and I decided that at ESU, for summa cum laude, instead of three pairs of cords, it's two pairs plus a satin/silk stole. and also they use their own institutional colors for honors cords (this is where I deviate strongly from NYU, which does not hand out cords or stoles or anything for honors) Oh also she got a BSN (nursing degree)

I put ESU in Stuyvesant Square Park btw.

like. Actually in it. (and several blocks surrounding it) the park is the college green lol

meanwhile Midtown High is just where Forest Hills High School is.

anyway

oh yeah, since I designed Flash's ESU jacket to be cream/off-white with burgundy leather arms and various maroon and crimson accents I decided to run with that and make ESU's school colors maroon and ivory, so the robes are maroon.

Eventually Flash is gonna give this jacket to Peter btw. since Peter actually went to ESU for more than two semesters and also is always on that damn motorcycle.

anywho

2010!! Peter finally graduates just in time for—Gwen to graduate AGAIN LOL — this makes it seem like Gwen finished an entire Master of Science in the time it takes Peter to finish his BS in Mechanical Engineering but technically Peter will graduate in January, he just can't walk until May, and Gwen graduates in May officially. So Gwen only finished HALF her master's degree in the time it takes him to graduate (because her toxicology MS is a two semester program lol)

so like i said this is just Peter's undergrad; he has to take a full extra semester to make up for being withdrawn in "Creep" but luckily an official withdrawal doesn't count against your GPA. which. for a second i was like "OH FUCK" cause I was worried i'd accidentally put him in a situation where he'd be forced to drop out etc. but no his GPA is fine lol. But. No more honors for Peter. Because at a fancy school like ESU 3.62 is just "good" LMAO

So Gwen will be getting a Master of Science in Toxicology at this point, which is afaict generally Medicine so she got a master's hood with dark green for medicine. but Science is like, sage green or something, so I included that in her tights lol

By this point Flash and Peter will be steady so Peter gets to sit in Flash's lap for this lol... Also there should be like 4 more people here but man... my hand hurts 😂 I ran out of steam, but like, Glory, Betty... Felicia... and I think Aunt Anna (Felicia's very flattered to be invited instead of having to sneak along the rafters of the stadium LMAO)

In my head Gwen and Peter carefully coordinate their guest tickets (5 each) so that they can invite their entire friend group and some family so amusingly, despite dating and living together, Peter does not invite Flash, Gwen does 😂 but they agree on this beforehand. Peter invites Aunt May and... i am realizing this retroactively... all the people I didn't draw LOL

This is also 3 months after Normie is born which I realized while drawing Harry and then was like, omg i need to google what a baby carrier looks like Immediately

also mj has short hair for a few years cause i thought it would be cute

moving on

you. might have noticed something.

(2013: Peter's Master of Science in Teaching)

He's wearing red and blue...

Unlike Midtown this was NOT on purpose LMAO I realized only when I was looking up degree colors for the velvet on the hood and discovered that education was light blue... so I decided to lean into it, and then the FF stole just added to it 😂 so he gets spider-man colors for his master's degree lol

That being said, I'm still debating this honestly. this one has already changed a lot as I tried to figure some things out and figure out what timeline isn't wildly unbelievable for him to have a job as a teacher by 2013 lol, cause it's kind of intertwined with some plot stuff that once again involves him graduating a semester late, for a program that normally would be two semesters + one semester of student teaching (his is three semesters + one because I added in an extension for special ed because I want him to get an extended certificate, so he's taking an extra semester of special ed classes) but it ends up taking him two and a half years instead of just one or two and... also as you can see his GPA is not very good because this time instead of a W, he gets an N for the classes he was doing when he uhhh is kidnapped so that brings his entire GPA down, which is Bad News For Scholarships and why I have him with the FF sash.

He already HAS the FF grant (it's one of those kinds that fills in gaps in financial aid) for all of his Master's (no they don't know they've given Spider-Man a scholarship LMAO) so that he can go to grad school like, at all, but I decided that the Fantastic Four also has an emergency fund for Students In Crisis so he gets that his final semester after losing all of his other scholarships (missed the deadlines to apply because he boldly assumed he was One Month From Graduating 😅 and obviously didn't feel the need to reapply for scholarships he wouldn't need anymore) because he... uh... is a student who has had a major crisis lol

also realizing suddenly I should have named this the Fantastic Four Collegiate Fund lmao i'll update my notes.

At this point the Future Foundation is just the Fantastic Four's charity uh... branch? front? idk they do charity and scholarships for marginalized students with it. later it will be more than that.

Here's this again cause I think it's cute.

Peter's final semester is actually half-time student teaching, but I've been considering having him not graduate at all since he already has 40+ days of student teaching, but I'm torn, cause like I said, I want him to have a special ed extension on his teacher certification, but that requires like 70 days of student teaching lol so even though he could still get an initial certification without the MA, I don't think he'd be qualified for what I want him to get a job doing... IDK WE'LL SEE. i'm thinking about possibilities.

IF he graduates, I wasn't even sure if he would walk at commencement anyway, but I also figured that his dear old aunt would really really really really want him to because he put all that hard work in and had such a hard year and doesn't he want to celebrate being alive etc?? even if Peter would rather eat glass. He's so tired. He needs a thousand year nap. But at least by this point he might be willing to be convinced to go be surrounded by 5000 people in a theater... perhaps... maybe.

If he does walk I think he is going to have 4 tickets for guests so it would be obviously May and Flash cause that's his mom and his long-term romantic partner, and... at first I was like, what two other people?! he can't pick and choose favorite friends?! but then i realized it could only be Robbie and JJJ in this specific context that I CANNOT keep going into, just trust me, it's the only correct choice. and also it makes me 🥺

They care him...

jesus. god. anyway.

Gwen's PhD:

I said she was the overachiever. Literally like A MONTH before The Curse of the Man-Spider, Gwen graduates from her doctoral program with a PhD in Toxicology lmao so I wanted to draw THAT up too, so here we get much of the same in the form of maroon robes and a hood with a red and ivory lining, but since it's a PhD she gets the fancy doctorate robes and since ESU likes to be unique apparently it has ivory velvet for the panels and arm chevron stripe things, instead of black, lol. I almost went the ivory robes + maroon velvet route but that looked a little too much like MIT 😂 so I swapped it. I like this.

Also leaning into the Spider-Man red and blue.

Actually I was gonna do a maroon tam but I decided matching it to the PhD blue for the hood edge looked better and I was like. Listen if I'm gonna lean into the red and blue, I might as well lean all the way in. lmao. And yes. 8 sided. like a spider.

This is EXTRA FUNNY because she KNOWS now too (since the year before) so she's probably looking in the mirror like, God Fucking Dammit Peter. But she won't let something as silly as spider-man colors get her down!! tbf i could have had her just get her PhD at a different school, but, you know, it's whatever lol

So, in the end, Gwen has a PhD in Toxicology, Peter has a Master's in Teaching probably (somehow), Hobie has at least a BS in engineering, Liz has at least a Business degree, and... everyone else dropped out or didn't go to college. lol.

also here are some more closeups of that MAT drawing cause I like it

look how tired he is. he's so tired. but there's a little smile. see, peter, it's not all bad.

🥺in love🥺 actually Flash has also been very stressed lol but I think by the time Peter would be walking at graduation, Flash will be much less stressed... especially now that peter isn't having quite so many Extremely Disruptive Nightmares so Flash can get some sleep 💀

She's proud of her boy. I realized partway through drawing this that an oxygen tank would probably make sense cause she was uhhhh *checks notes* stabbed in the chest lol

she's like... 77 or 78 years old now?? and was mostly spry-ish (not counting rheumatoid arthritis) but after this she's definitely much more weak.

anyway that's my long ass post that's honestly probably missing some context but oh my god

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girls just wanna have fun

part i- boss bitch

“first thing a girl did was a bop, i’m the whole damn cake and the cherry on top”

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warnings: cussing, bullying, mentions of: underage drinking, violence, reader threatens to bang flash’s mom and dad, parental neglect

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(Y/N) (L/N). Also known as the closest thing Midtown Highschool of Science and Technology has to a queen bee. Unlike what every single movie about high schoolers claimed, there really wasn’t much of a social hierarchy in high school. Sure, some people were popular, but it’s not like a Mean Girls situation.

But (Y/N) is no Regina. Not even a Heather Chandler. She’s too nice for that. The senior class president was snarky and sassy at worst, and the only times Peter had ever seen her truly mean and nasty were when some asshole said something rude enough for her to swing on them.

She did fight a lot, Peter supposed. However, due to her parents’ influence on the school board, she never seemed to get more than a detention.

Peter was reiterating all of this to Ned and MJ one lunch, poking around the food on his tray as he looked around the lunchroom for the girl he was speaking of.

“Peter, I literally just asked if she won the fight with Jonathan in second period,” MJ says, rolling her eyes. It had become the talk of the school.

According to the school’s drama page on Instagram, (Y/N) had started a fight with the basketball jock after he talked about drugging a girl at the upcoming party. He stood over a foot taller than her, but the video accompanying the post made it clear that she’d won. By a lot.

“Oh, yeah,” Peter nods. “She slammed her College Algebra textbook against his nose. And he cried.” The girl nods in approval and Ned taps both of them, pointing across the cafeteria.

(Y/N) is standing up on a table, waving her hands to catch everyone’s attention. She cups her hands around her mouth to yell.

“Midtown! I know we’re all excited for the start of the football season,” she yells, pausing and lifting her hands as claps and cheers fill the room. “And I got together with the football team and the cheerleading squad to organize a… Well, you’ll see. Give it up for the Midtown Tigers, everybody!” At her claps, both groups rush the cafeteria, the football players shouting and screaming as the cheerleaders begin their routine.

(Y/N) is still standing atop the table, a proud smile on her face as her plan works flawlessly. Even the teachers were laughing and clapping. She hops down, high-fiving a few people as she scans the room. When Peter makes eye contact with her and immediately turns beet-red, she smiles and waves.

“Holy shit, dude. She waved at you,” Ned gasps.

“You two are so creepy,” MJ groans, snapping her book shut. “Plus, it’s not like you’ve never talked to her; we literally all do decathlon together.” Nonetheless, she doesn’t seem to be against the show of school spirit the girl planned.

The performance continues for a while, with a brief commotion ending in the older football players parading the freshmen newbies around on their shoulders. When the lunch bell rings, everyone dismisses, returning to their now boring-by-comparison classes.

Peter can’t help but stare as (Y/N) walks past his table, backpack slung lazily over her shoulder as she taps away on her phone, likely posting pictures that’ll garner a few hundred likes in the next few hours.

“Hey, (Y/N),” MJ greets casually as the boys gasp.

She looks up, smiling at the other girl. “Oh, hi MJ. You ready for decathlon this year?”

“Yeah. You ready to whip the new kids into shape?”

Oh, yeah, Peter remembers. She and MJ were co-captaining this year. Both girls banter casually before (Y/N) checks her phone.

“Oh, shit. I’ve gotta run to class. See you all later!” And she’s gone.

Peter sighs, slowly gathering his books into his bag. “She’s so pretty,” he thinks to himself.

“God, you’re so whipped.” Shit. Did he say that out loud? From the way his two best friends are staring at him, he’ll take that as a yes.

“Dude, just ask her out. You think she’ll say no to Spider-man?” Ned whispers.

Peter wrinkles his nose. “Dude. I’m not gonna use Spider-man to get a date.” He mentally slaps himself for not thinking of that first. “And besides, she’s-”

MJ throws a glare at him. “I swear to god if you say she’s ‘Out of your league’ I will actually hurt you.”

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God, could AP Literature get any more boring? Normally, you didn’t mind the class. It was easy enough, with your brain easily picking out details here and there and your writing skills making book reports and analyses a breeze.

But The Taming of the Shrew was your least favorite Shakespeare piece, and your usual teacher had given birth only a few weeks into the school year. Plus, the long-term substitute was unbearable and, like, hella misogynistic.

“Bianca represents the ideal woman, while her sister, Katherina is the complete opposite. Can anyone explain why that is? Preferably using an example from the reading homework?”

You drown out his words, making eye contact with a friend from across the room. You scrunch up your nose, making a face as the sub makes a comment about “polite, quiet, passive women being the model for the gender”. Your friend stifles a laugh, pulling her phone out to text you. The sub doesn’t even notice.

She nods at you, slipping her phone under her skirt as the sub turns to face her.

It’s another miserable twenty minutes before the bell rings, and you duck past Principal Morita to run out of the school building and onto the steps out front.

Your friends seemed to have rushed home, probably because they have parents to worry about and dinner to eat. The last time your parents even texted you was three days ago, asking for some pictures of documents.

Then you spot Peter Parker. He’s always seemed nice. At least, better than most boys his age. And maybe you have the tiniest crush. Ok, a big crush. It had been the source of your friends’ teasing ever since you told them about it sophomore year.

It wasn’t your fault that fruit spritzers did things to you.

He’s talking to a few people in hats and sunglasses. Suspicious. No one else seems to notice, but when you get close enough to hear them talk, you immediately recognize the voice from the countless times you’ve been forced to watch the detention video.

“Kid, we just came to see if you could come up for training next week.”

Captain America. In the flesh.

But before you can say anything, a loud voice shouts from the stairs.

“Yo! (Y/N)!” It seems you haven’t been completely abandoned after all. You rush over to some friends, still in their football jerseys from the rush at lunch, as they begin discussing the party. Sounds like the host invited some kids from the nearby high schools as well.

“His house is huge. And he’s got one of those fancy… fuckin’… waterfall pool things.”

The conversation quickly turns.

“So…” Brody sing-songs. You’ve known him long enough to know that nothing good has come from that tone. “I heard you beat the shit out of Jonathan.”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, and?”

You barely talk for a few minutes before you hear Flash Thompson up to his usual shit.

“Ayo, Penis Parker! See you’ve hired some actors to make it seem like you have that stupid internship. I know it’s hard to make any friends without Mommy and Daddy around, but I didn’t think you’d stoop that low!” He’s driving by in his own Daddy’s car, whooping and hollering as some of his goons cheer from the other seats.

“Here we go again,” you mutter, handing off your backpack.

“Ooh! (Y/N)’s going two for two! Beat his ass!”

“Flash!” you yell, storming down the stairs. “You’re really gonna talk about money? Everyone knows your dad’s business is going under; how long until you’ve gotta kiss this car goodbye? Hmm?” He stutters as you lean over the side of the convertible.

“Mess with Peter again, and I swear on my fucking life that I will fuck your mom and your dad.” You don’t even try to stay quiet, and your threat is loud enough to cause a few people to look over. “Got it?”

Meanwhile, Peter is gaping. And so are Steve, Tony, Nat, and Sam.

“Who’s that?” The latter asks, lowering his sunglasses the slightest bit.

Peter whispers, still watching you rip Flash a new one. “That’s (Y/N) (L/N), AKA the most popular girl in the school, AKA… Way too cool to talk to me.”

“Is she a bitch?” Nat asks, sipping a slushie.

“What? No! She’s… she’s great.” The assassin notes that the teen is practically swooning as he stares at his classmate. “She’s the top of the class, too. She’s the class president, captain of the decathlon team, and- holy shit she’s coming over here-“

“Hey Peter! Sorry about Flash.”

“Oh- it’s no problem, really.”

You raise one perfectly-plucked brow. “… You can stick up to him, you know? I got in a fight with him the other day after he called one of the freshmen a slur and threw him against the lockers. He’s still a twig.”

Peter scrunches his nose and you want to kiss him right then and there. “I thought he said he lifts?”

“Yeah I guess he was bs-ing.” You keep your tone cool, giving away nothing.

Peter wrings his hands, glancing at the ground nervously before looking at the four superheroes by him. “…You believed me about the internship?”

“Of course, Pete. I don’t think you’d lie, plus you’ve got the Avengers picking you up from school.” Of course you know, Peter thinks. You’re so smart, and observant, and pretty, and-

“You’re Ms. (Y/N)?” Tony asks, holding out a hand for you to shake.

You take it in a firm grasp, careful not to dig your manicured nails into the billionaire's hand. “That’s me. Nice to meet you, Mr. Stark.” Then, an idea pops into your head. “Actually, I’ve been wanting to pick your brain about something.”

“Fire away, kid.”

Well, no better time than the present. “Would I be able to apply for an internship?” You know you might not have made the best impression. With little-to-no filter and a penchant for confrontation, you’re definitely not the best option for a prestigious company like Stark Industries.

But you have confidence. And someone can get anywhere with that.

And yet, Tony Stark stutters for a moment.

See, the whole internship is a ruse. A cover-up to allow Peter to work as Spider-man. But no one else knows that. You don’t know that. And no one else has been bold enough to ask the billionaire for a business opportunity straight up.

But Peter jumps in. “Uh, yeah! I think she’d be great candidate, Mr. Stark.” You tilt your head, slightly confused.

Tony claps his hands. “Well, then it’s decided. You can come in for orientation Saturday.”

“So… tomorrow?” He nods. Your friends walk by behind you, passing off your bag as they grab their bikes to get home. You take it wordlessly, internally screaming.

“Thanks so much!” you say, checking your phone. “I’ll see you then. Peter, will you be there?”

He will definitely not be there. Tomorrow was supposed to be his day off.

“Yeah, definitely! I will definitely be there,” he chirps, voice shaking as you wave goodbye and begin to walk home. As soon as you’re out of earshot, the interrogation begins.

“Ok, listen, kid.” Tony rubs the bridge of his nose. “What the hell was that?”

“I don’t know! I just, I got this dumb idea, and I though maybe…” he trails off.

Sam sighs, leaning against the car. “Well? The plan?”

“Well… I kind of really like her.”

“We gathered that,” Natasha quips.

“And I thought that maybe, if we do the ‘internship’ together, we might…”

She shrugs. “What? Hang out?” He nods. “Aren’t you gonna ask her out?”

“I mean, I was thinking more of a ‘Pining from a distance. The forbidden love I could never have.’”

“That’s… pathetic, kid. There’s no way of putting that nicely.” Tony exchanged a glance with his friends. “But, cute nonetheless. How ‘bout we help you out. But in return, you have to ask her out by homecoming.”

The teen nearly has a heart attack. “Homecoming? That’s way too soon. How about… the Winter Formal?” he bargains.

“You mean the Snowball?” Sam asks.

“No, I mean the Winter Formal.”

Tony taps the Falcon. “It’s called that up here.” Steve shrugs. “I never went to the dances. Too boring.”

“I didn’t ever go to a school dance because I was-“

Sam cuts Natasha off. “‘-a child assassin’. We get it. Now let’s make a game plan.”

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When you get back to your expansive apartment, you slam the door and lock it, throwing your backpack on the floor as you immediately start a group Facetime call.

Surprisingly, a good handful of your friends answer.

“Girl, what the fuck? It’s, like, dinner.” Vera. She has an unhealthy obsession with nail polish, but she’ll do your all’s for free, so no one complains.

“I have big news,” you declare, spinning around your kitchen as you search for food that isn’t bland and flavorless.

Hailee, the girl from AP Lit, speaks up next. From the sound of it, she’s on her work break at one of the boutiques a few blocks down. “Did you finally order that Dior lip oil you ran out of?”

“Yes, but that’s not what I called for.” You sigh, composing yourself and propping up your phone on your kitchen island. “I got an internship… At Stark Industries… With Peter. Fucking. Parker.”

The call of nine people bursts into instant chaos. Countless questions fly from your phone as you grab another pack of ramen from your walk-in pantry.

“I’m excited. I’m so excited,” you swoon as you unceremoniously dump the brick of noodles into a bowl.

“Oh my god,” Dawson gasps, shushing everyone else. Maybe it was the several years of theatre, but the man needed to have his time to shine. And that meant that everyone had to be quiet for him.“You should invite him to the party. There’s no way the internship goes after 7.”

Various sounds of agreement follow. You shove the bowl into the microwave after filling it up with water and drape yourself dramatically against your kitchen counter.

“I don’t wanna freak him out. Like, what if he sees me take a tequila shot or something and is just like ‘this is a bad influence’ and never speaks to me again!” you spiral, pacing now.

“(Y/N), he’s not gonna do that.”

“Or! He might overanalyze it, realize i like him, and try to let me down gently.”

“Oh my god, she’s gone. We can’t get to her in this state.” You glare at your phone.

“Ha. Very funny, Evie. Whatever. I’ll figure it out; just wanted to let you all know.” You say goodbye, sighing and resting your head against the cool countertop as soon as you hang up. “Stupid crush. Stupid party. Do I even have an outfit picked out?”

The beeping of the microwave interrupts your rambling. After taking out the ramen and draining some of the water, you stir in the flavor packet and carry the scalding bowl to the balcony.

The view from your penthouse apartment is the perfect place for homework. And for procrastinating on said homework. It’s not like you didn’t know how to do it, you just don’t want to.

You aren’t sure how much time passes before you finish your food, but the sun is still up and that means it wasn’t too long. Now, you have to actually solve one of your problems.

What the hell do you wear to an internship? You dig around your unnecessarily large closet for upwards of twelve minutes, careful to put everything back where it belongs. You have silk blouses, designer blazers, hell, even custom-made dresses.

But none of it feels right.

Then you see it.

Honestly, you forgot that you had the two-piece. The creme blazer and matching dress pants were perfect, and the black corset top would give the look a polished finish.

Perfect. You take the clothes from their hangers, laying them out and snapping a picture. After sending it to your groupchat, you collapse onto your bed. King-sized. You’d gotten it as a “condolence gift” from when your dad couldn’t make it home for your birthday. Well, technically, he’d told you to buy whatever you wanted with his card.

You send a brief text to your mom and dad, explaining that you’d gotten an internship. You don’t expect a response, so when a text pops up, you practically scramble to check it.

You scramble to text back, not even waiting a reasonable amount of time. He texts back soon after.

You squeal before quickly clamping your hand over your mouth. What. The. Fuck. You were down bad. Like, actually head-over-heels. You’d always thought that it was just a long-term crush.

But this… this was more than a crush.

Fuck.

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Little bit of continuation of this:

Peter and Bucky kept it to themselves though Tony now always has a suspicious look in his eye.

Bucky did as promised and took Peter out to Coney Island for a date. It's been a few months of them quietly and as discreetly dating. Now when Peter comes to the tower he always goes to Bucky's room to sleep. Normally by crawling along the side of the building and getting in through the window.

There were signs of course. The latest one was Bucky currently standing in the the tower making breakfast. He was wearing for a pair of jogger shorts but he was wearing a tight fitted sweat shirt with " Midtown School of Science and Technology Academic Decathlon Team" it was Peter's shirt and it normally hangs off of him as it's 3 sizes to big but it fits Bucky.

Steve tilts his head and with a small twitch of his nose he smells the faint hint of omega slick. He flushes and rubs a hand over his face. Bucky glances over at him, then narrows his eyes before going back to stirring the eggs.

" Keep that to yourself. "

" Tony is gonna flip out Buck..."

" .. I know. We have talked about it."

" Bucky.... is it. Serious?"

Bucky brought a plate over and put the eggs on it.

" We... uh we have a nest... in my room and at his..... apartment. Been lookin at a place in Queens... thinking about buying it.... "

" Shit.... umm well... that's great Bucky but... maybe make sure no one else can.... smell uuhh "

" Smell what?"

In walks Tony, in was in yesterday's cloths and was covered in grease of some sort. He was holding an empty coffee mug, he was quickly walking over to the coffee machine putting on a cup.

" Nothing! Just making sure Bucky doesn't burn the toast. Hate the smell of that..."

Bucky nods as he pops a handful of bread slices in the toaster. Before moving over to start cutting up some fruit. Not long after Peter comes into the kitchen with his " I survived NY t-shirt" and his pink hello kitty pj pants on.

He was rubbing his eyes sleep half a sleep. " Coffee?"

Everyone chuckles a little, Bucky prepares a cup of coffee and puts a couple slices of mango on a plate and hands them over to Peter.

" Ooh! Mangos! Thank you Alpha." Peter leans up and nuzzles at Bucky shoulder before kissing his cheek. He hen turns away and heads off to the living room sipping on his coffee.

" Barnes...."

" Now listen Tony..."

" Nope Zip It Capsical"

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Normal Days Are Nowhere To Be Found: PART ONE

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Summary: It was a normal day. Accept for the fact your an Avenger. Also the feeling of doom you have. Something bad was going to happen today. You just know it.

Word Count: 741

Content Warning: Mentions of feelings of doom, bullying, abandonment, and murder.

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-PART TWO-

All bad days start as normal days. It only takes one itty bitty thing to influence the course of events that happens next. One tiny little action that can either build a future, or destroy everything.

It all started on a perfectly normal day.

“Bacon…”

You literally woke up half a second ago, and the first thing that comes through your mouth is the word bacon. No one would expect anything less. To be fair, it was the smell of bacon that woke you up, or as you would put it, “bribing you awake from the comfort of your dreams”.

“Mmm-mm!”

The smell was so enticing and delicious, you could practically take the moth water bacon. You started to drool. But was it worth it to get out of bed? That was a rhetorical question. You knew that if you didn’t get out of bed now, someone, most definitely Steve, would come barging into your room and drag you out of bed. Correction. Steve would come up first and try to gently nudge you awake, but fail almost instantly. THEN Bucky would come up and drag you out of bed. And of course Wanda's bacon was always worth getting of bed for.

Reluctantly, you swiped off your covers, and already regretting your decision, rolled off the bed. Being grateful is not one of your strong suits.

“School awaits. Yay.”

However much you didn't want to get out of bed, triple that for not wanting to go to school. It wasn't because you were bad at school, you actually were really smart, which was why you went to Midtown School of Science and Technology. The problem was those kids. Such awful kids, so mean. You got bullied by some jerks about anything under the sun. You tried to ignore it, but sometimes, you couldn't help it if they succeeded in getting under your skin. Plus, you had this feeling something bad was going to happen today. Weird.

Thankfully, you could count on your best friend Peter Parker. You guys have been friends ever since you both quite literally ran into each other in the hallways of 7th grade. Those awful kids bullied you most about your family. About how your own mother didn't want you. Or about how the only people who did want you died.

The story that was told to you was that when you were born, everything was fine. As you grew up, you discovered you possessed abilities. Powers. You could read minds, levitate things, and more. Your mother didn’t think that was such a wonderful thing. She gave you up to your grandparents. They loved and took care of you, and accepted you for you. The only rule was no powers. They were scared that if someone were to find out about your abilities, people would take you away and do who knows what. They just wanted to protect you. And you did as you were told, or so they thought. In reality, you did use your powers in secret. Helping other people, saving lives, it was great. And someone did find out. That someone was Tony Stark. Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist. Yes, that Tony Stark.

He recruited you to join a team. A team of mighty warriors and heroes. You were officially and Avenger. He also recruited your best friend Peter too. Things couldn't get better.

Then, one night, your grandparents were murdered.

You blamed it on yourself. It was very traumatic. Aunt May took you in, and the Avenger served as your family. You eventually started to heal. Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, months turned into years. Now it was junior year of high school. Lots of college applications, science projects, scholarships, sleepovers, and internship opportunities. To hide the fact of you being a freaking superhero and were spending a ton of time at Stark Tower, Tony Stark had you and Peter as interns. You couldn't complain, it was awesome.

“Y/N? Are you awake?”

It was Steve. Uhhgg. Okay, you had to get up off the floor and actually function as a normal human being. Yay.

“Yeah, I'm up, Steve!” You yelled.

As you heard his footsteps grow quieter, you begrudgingly hoisted your body off the floor of your room in the Stark Tower. Walking over to your closet, you couldn't shake the feeling of doom from your system. You just prayed, nothing bad actually happened today.

Oh, how so wrong you were.

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thatgeekyemo · 2 years

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Hope Dangles On A String

peter parker x reader | 3.3k

summery: "So you're telling me you don't know about how Spider-Man killed Mysterio?" You can't have heard that right. Mysterio was dead?

You blinked. "What?"

prompt 5: "Could you hold my hand?", requested by iloveyou3000 on Wattpad

note: I wanna see who gets some references I made. Some are more tricky than the others. (Hint: I've already made one)Also, this was written before NWH came out :)

The library had become one of your favorite places since you came back. It was quiet, filled with knowledge, and always air conditioned.

The library at Midtown School of Science and Technology in particular was a place you spent most of your free time in nowadays. You always got to the school early in the morning and always stayed hours after the school day was over. Ever since The Blip, it had become your second home; it was the most familiar place you could go to. A place where you could re-adjust to the world you grew up in and catch up on the five years of history you missed.

Currently, there weren't many people in the library with you, since school wasn't set to start for another month. But the administration always left the doors open for the book club and Decathlon team. You weren't in either, but as long as you still followed the rules, you were always welcome.

The library was a safe place. No one ever bothered you, and you could always get what you wanted to get done done.

You were friends with the librarian. You even helped out every once in a while. Being surrounded by so much information and stories helped you feel at ease. Helped you feel like you weren't the only person with the loss of them. Like you weren't the only one out of the loop.

With a book open in front of you--about how the world dealt and built itself back up after half its population suddenly disappearing--you tried your hardest to understand how the world functioned when you were gone, having been one of the people that disappeared.

It was a hard thing to wrap your mind around, believing that you had been gone five whole years. Everything just seemed like a blink to you. One second, you were scared for your life, wondering if Iron Man and Spider-Man were ever going to come back from following that alien spaceship into the sky. The next, you found yourself on the floor in a bedroom that wasn't yours, but at the same time was. One second, you had been sitting in dead silence, the next, the air was filled with the ear splitting yell of a young girl, screaming at you like you were an intruder in your own home.

You were.

In what felt like a blink, an entire five years had passed on Earth. Had passed everywhere. People grieved. Then people moved on with their lives.

You, among hundreds of thousands of other people, had to find new homes. New jobs. It was hard to believe that you were thrust five years and two months into the future, when just a second ago, you had been in 2018.

But of course, you knew the entire world couldn't be playing a giant trick. That against all probability, it had actually happened. You had to believe it whether you wanted to or not. This was your life now.

Just as you were getting settled, some boxes in your new room still unpacked, your parents urged you to go on your science class' summer field trip. They, as well as you, had thought that maybe it could help you unwind from the stress of living in a familiar but unfamiliar world.

Instead, Mysterio and the Elementals had happened, and what was supposed to be a relaxing summer vacation turned into looking over your shoulder to make sure another danger wasn't creeping up out of thin air every waking moment.

You had broken down in the airport once it was all over. Once everyone was safe. It was all too much. You didn't understand how people could live their lives like it was normal. How they weren't affected like you were. Too many life changing and endangering events had happened in rapid succession and it was too much for you.

It was Peter who held you then like he always had. It was Peter who pulled you from your spiraling state by making you focus on his voice. It was Peter who held your hand and wouldn't let go until you were okay enough to pull away.

You could always count on him to get you out of a tough place and stick by your side for the entirety of it all. And he didn't ask for anything out of it. Just that you would do the same.

That was a promise you had made to him years ago.

There were two other people in the library with you, not including the librarian, who was in the back room. You took note of them the second they walked in. You didn't know their names, so you figured might have been kids that survived. It was easier for you to keep an eye on everything around you. It made you feel better. The two teens had identical books of their own open in front of them, so you had initially assumed they were in the school's book club. But as the time passed, they disregarded reading and resorted to their phones. It didn't matter to you what they were doing. As long as it didn't break your concentration, they could talk quietly and laugh amongst themselves all they wanted. You didn't bother them, they didn't bother you.

So when you caught them staring, you had tried to disregard it. You hadn't done nothing much other than read the book you had checked out. There was a list of things that made you uncomfortable, and people staring was on it. You could feel their eyes on you as you kept your own trained on the pages in your hands. You knew you hadn't looked bad when you left your house that morning--your clothes were clean, your hair was combed--yet there was something that continued to make you their point of interest. It set you on edge, how their whispering dropped so that even you couldn't hear the words in the silence of the library. You hadn't done anything wrong, so what made you so interesting?

You didn't like being the center of attention. Not more than you already were. People treated you like you were some kind of baby, since you returned. They pitied you. Saw you as someone who needed help. And while you were, you didn't need them butting in. You had your own support group. Your own ways of getting the help you needed. But no one knew. No one really cared. Not unless their 'acts of kindness' were visible for the public to see.

So why single you out now? In the seclusion of the library, where no one else was around?

You thought about leaving, just to get away from their prying eyes. You had noticed them get up and move to a table closer to yours, really not subtlety at all. But then just as you made the decision to pack up once you finished the chapter you were on, you realized that you could hear them. The reason because they moved closer or having raised their voices up for debate.

"But she's his best friend!"

"You can't seriously think she helped him do it, can you?"

"We don't have any proof she didn't!"

They seemed to be arguing. Loud enough for you to hear. Loud enough for you to figure out they were talking about you.

It made your skin crawl. The fact that you were the topic of their conversation, but you had no idea what they were talking about. The fact that they were blaming you for something. You hadn't committed a crime in your life. The closest you'd ever come was bearing witness to more than a few.

You unconsciously found yourself squeezing your fists tight enough that you felt your nails digging into the palms of your hands. Taking a deep breath, you came to the unsettling conclusion that they wouldn't stop unless you dealt with it.

For the first time, you turned your head to look at them. Taking a moment to try and further understand the situation, you watched them. They couldn't have been older than you, they looked around your age. One of two things that stood out from the picture was that the girl had dyed bright pink hair. The other was the bright red news headline that lit up her discarded phone screen.

The boy caught your eyes first, promptly shutting his mouth and a look of fear flickering on his face. His reaction made the girl stop and look over at you, her eyes narrowing instantly. Like you were some kind of suspect. And going off of what you heard them talk about, you might as well be.

Shakily, you stood up and walked over to their table, holding your arms close to your body. You opened your mouth to say something, but you hadn't really thought this through.

After a gulp, you found your voice. But you were starting to feel small under the girls stare. "Hi." You tested carefully, your voice quiet. "Do you- do you need me for something?"

Her eyes lit up like she was just given a gift. The boy just cowered in his seat, like he was ashamed. "Yes, actually!" Her voice was cheerful, but the smile on her face was fake. Her words had a sharp edge to them, and you were afraid that they were nearing to cut you. "You haven't heard the news?"

"Billie, don't." The boy whispered behind her, glancing up, but avoiding your gaze.

"Don't what?" You tried not to flinch as Billie stood up. You couldn't stop yourself from stepping back though. She was taller than you, and her proximity was too close. "What news?"

"About Spider-Man." she stated blankly like she was bored you didn't already know. She paused, and it looked like she was waiting for your reaction. "About Peter Parker."

"No?" You said slowly, confused to hear those names put together like that. You wanted to ask, but that wasn't the point. You wanted them to stop talking about you. If for some reason there was some news involving Peter and Spider-Man that he hadn't told you yet, you were sure to find out soon. And if you didn't, you could just look it up when you got home. "What does it have to do with me?"

"Billie." The boy warned again, but she just sent him a glare.

"Get your phone out."

"I don't--"

"Now!"

"Um," you started to stammer over your words, not understanding what was going on. "Excuse me? I-I don't really want to be recorded--"

"So you're telling me you don't know about how Spider-Man killed Mysterio?"

You can't have heard that right.

Mysterio was dead?

You blinked. "What?"

"Don't play dumb." She snapped, her brows furrowed in determination, making you flinch. The accusation unlike any you had ever heard. "Tell us the truth. Did you help Peter Parker murder Quentin Beck?"

The words hit you like a slap to the face. They didn't sound right. They didn't feel right.

Peter wasn't Spider-Man.

Was he?

And Spider-Man definitely wasn't a murderer.

That you knew for sure.

Did you?

Peter wasn't Spider-Man. He would have told you. And you knew for a fact that Peter wouldn't kill someone. Neither would Spider-Man. And he sure as hell wouldn't have killed another hero.

But that's not what Billie was saying. She was saying that Peter Parker was Spider-Man. That Peter killed Mysterio. Killed Quentin Beck. And that you knew--no. Not knew. Helped him do it.

A hundred things were clawing at your brain, wanting to be spoken all at once. It swarmed in your head, bombarding your thoughts. It was hard, but you managed piece together a single sentence. Albeit choppy. "I don't-- I have no idea what you're talking about." You breathed out shakily.

"It's a simple question: did you, or did you not?" Billie asked again, her voice more insistent this time. The boy fumbled with his phone as she stepped forward, forcing you back.

"No!" You said as firmly as you could, tripping over your feet. If it wasn't for the table you were sitting at to catch you, you would have fallen. "I didn't even-- I didn't even know!" Why couldn't she hear the truth in your voice?

All comfort you found in the library disappeared in an instant. The silence you adored felt deafening. The calm was suffocating.

"How am I supposed to believe you? You're his best friend! Everyone knows that! You had to know something." She spouted the accusations as easily as popping a bubble. "Ryan, are you getting this on camera? Every news outlet is looking for any known associates, and we need this proof!"

"Who- who the hell do you think you are?" You could feel your own voice breaking as you continued to back away until you felt the strap of your bag hanging off the back of the chair you were sitting in. You snatched up the book you were reading and almost missed shoving it in. "I told you I don't want to be recorded! Leave- leave me alone!"

You grabbed your things and ran for the door, but the words continued to follow you.

Spider-Man killed Mysterio?

Did you help Peter Parker murder Quentin Beck?

You heaved a breath, the feeling of it getting harder and harder to breathe quickly overcoming you.

You didn't understand.

What was going on?

The sunlight seemed too harsh as you nearly fell over yourself outside. You didn't stop though. Not until Billie and Ryan gave up on chasing you. Until you were far away from the library. And only then did you stop only to breath so you wouldn't collapse.

It looked like the world was frozen. Their eyes glued to the nearest screen available. Phones, shop televisions. Any screen on any one of the hundreds of skyscrapers surrounding you.

And they all read the same thing.

London Attack Revelations: Spider-Man responsible for Hero Mysterio's Death

THEDAILYBUGLE.NET EXCLUSIVE: Peter Parker revealed as the murderer behind the mask of the menace known as the 'Spider-Man'

Voices overlapped in your head. The people around you reacting. The different news stations relaying each other. Your own.

But what stood out the most was the shaky video on display directly across the street from you.

You didn't recognize the man, but you recognized the suit. This man was Mysterio. Beck. Beat up with blood on his face and surrounded by broken glass.

And the words came right from him mouth.

"Spider-Man's name is Peter Parker!"

You felt your senses dulling around you then. The only thing you could hear was the rapid beating of your own heart trying to keep you alive.

So many secrets. So many truths. Too many.

You felt yourself loosing your grip, but no one was there to stop you from falling.

Usually Peter did that.

But Peter wasn't there.

Peter was Spider-Man?

Peter was a murderer?

A loud roar from a gathering crowd was enough to get you moving, even though you felt--well, you didn't know how you felt.

Your feet moved without much thought. Bringing you to the one place where you thought you could be safe. Where you could lock the door and cover your ears and close your eyes and wish it would all go away. That you would wake up from this horrible nightmare.

Your feet moved, and you mindlessly made it back to your empty apartment.

It wasn't home. You home had been taken away from you. The walls were empty. The furniture brand new.

Your hands shook as you locked the door behind you. That's when you lost the sliver of control you had, sliding down against the front of the door in a gasp that let everything flood you.

Tears burned against your skin as they streamed down your face. Tears of confusion. Tears of hurt. Tears of anger. Tears of any reason you could possibly think of.

It was a lot to comprehend at once.

Too much.

A frantic knocking on your door made you flinch and let out a yelp. You scrambled away, barely standing yourself up when you heard a voice.

"Y/N?" It was Peter. "Are you-- are you in there?"

Oh God, it was Peter. Standing on the other side of your apartment door. Sounding the most scared you've ever heard him in his entire life.

You stayed silent.

"Y/N, please-please. I can hear you,"

And you could hear just how much he was pleading. How his voice was shaking with every syllable.

"Please let me in. I can-- I don't know what you've heard yet, but I can explain everything. But I really need you to let me in. You're all I have left and I know-- I know it's selfish, but, Y/N, you're my only hope."

You're breathing became heavier and it held like someone was squeezing your heart in their fist.

You couldn't leave him out there.

But in a quick motion, you reached forward and unlocked the door.

Once the locked clicked, the door opened and Peter stepped in faster than you could register, locking the door again behind him. "Y/N, I'm so sorry--"

You backed away from him. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't make you leave." You demanded, the words sounding more foreign than a different language as they left your mouth.

Peter's expression was heartbreaking. His hair darker and plastered to his face from sweat. His eyes glossed over with tears already threatening to spill. A look of hurt painted over his face like it was a damaged canvas.

"L-look, I know about everything that they're saying about me out there, and-and I know how it sounds. Y/N, I'm not asking you to like me right now or even trust me until you sort things out because I know this is too much so fast. And I'm so, so sorry. But I'm alone and I'm afraid and all I'm asking is could you please just hold my hand? Even if you can only do it for a little bit?"

Your eyes didn't leave Peter.

They couldn't.

You didn't see Spider-Man as you looked at him. You didn't see someone capable of killing someone in cold blood.

All you saw was the boy who held you when times got rough.

The boy who defended you from bullies even if it meant he would be going home with a black eye.

The boy who stayed up with you all hours of the night when you woke up from a bad dream.

The boy who cared about you more than he cared about himself.

The boy who held your hand through it all.

And here he was. In front of you. Asking you to do the same.

After all, you had promised.

Peter Parker wasn't a murderer. That, you were sure of. The odds could be stacked against him twenty times over and you still wouldn't believe it.

But everyone wasn't like you. The world believed it. And the world was after him.

You looked at the boy. Peter wasn't a murderer, but he was broken. Broken over and over so many times, that he's now unable to put himself back together all alone.

You looked at the boy who held your hand all those years, and was asking the simple thing of you: to hold his back.

You looked at Peter, and all you could see was someone who needed you the way you needed him. The boy who has always needed you the way you needed him.

And now more than ever.

You cleared your mind enough to focus on that one thing. If you had learned anything, is that you needed to take the road to recovery one step at a time. And you already know what the first step was. What you had to do.

You take his hand.

A fractured smile twitched on his lips as he held on tight, heavy with the fear that you might let go. But you already made up your mind, despite what you knew you were going to have to do. Knowing that when the time came, you would have to turn your back on the world. To protect Peter. Because he needed you like you needed him.

"I can do more than that."

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hopelesswritergall · 2 years

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Yandere Peter Parker x reader

A/N: Dear anon,

This is a message to you. If you are still on my blog. My brain goes faster than the rest so i misread it. I hope you still liked that one and are going to enjoy this one. I priotised it and am working on it the day i posted the other one.

Love,

WriterGall

Btw would anyone be interested in an anonlist or taglist?

Please follow, like and reblog it! I would love to see your thoughts on it!

Wordcount: 440

Here you will be a new student who joined Midtown High School of Science and Technology. ( That is a mouthful)

Let's say you entered the class during a history lesson.

The moment you stepped though the door he felt something.

The urge to protect you from all the bad guys out there. Including Flash who grinned at you. Not the innocent grin, but the come here babygirlll.

Peter didn't appreciate this so he quickly stepped towards you to offer you a place next to him. (Ned and MJ are somewhere else in the classroom). You gladly took the offer and so began your first seemingly innocent friendship

You went to his place the most. Aunt May was delighted to see a friend of Peter's besides MJ and Ned. She quickly became like a second mom to you. When you where there you either studied or watched movies, no in between. One or the other. I imagine that one of you guys like has Netflix and Disney+ and the other Amazon and Hulu or something else. Always discussing which movie to watch which you mostly got your way with.

Over the months he really really started to like you. Not just a normal crush but an even more feeling to protect you, not just from bullies but from the entire world. Since he thought that everything and everyone was dangerous to you.

So he slowly started to be more and more around you till the point that you were almost never alone. You were walking home? He is right besides you. Going to the store? He will join, he needed food so why not join you? You couldn't say no to him right? He was just trying to protect you and spend more time together.

When he finally said something about being in love with you, you said yes. Who wouldn't want to date him? He didn't tell you about the rest though.

You guys were now officially dating so you thought that the protectiveness he showed was just a part of it.

If you would get close to someone else they might just not show up to school the next day, or the day after that, or ever. You would be sad about it for a tiny bit, but Peter distracted you with something he learned or so.

Maybe Peter wouldn't kill someone, but Peter as Spiderman might.

Nobody would suspect Spiderman right? If he just beats someone up with no traces, that should be easy enough.

Moral of the story: Do not get close to anyone or he might just be killed by a man in red and blue.

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dancingsunflowers-ocs · 7 months

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So I saw your Pinterest board about your new Marvel OC… 👀

Please tell me anything and everything about Clio!! I’m super curious!! 🖤

Whilst she’s still in the plot bunny stages, I’m very excited to tell you about her, my darling Dolly!!! 💙

I would like to thank.. the lovely @luucypevensie for helping me come up with the idea for her.. 💛

Clio is the daughter of the sea goddess Amphitrite (who’s FC is Brandy), and her powers are water multiplication.. 💦 I haven’t thought of many ideas for her, as of yet, but I’m sure Grace will help me through them, but I know for a start that she attends Midtown School of Science and Technology with Peter, MJ, Ned, etc, and is very much involved with The Avengers.

Her whole aesthetic is basically mermaid/beach vibes, and she’s a huge fan of teen films from the 1980’s and the TV shows ‘Outer Banks’ and ‘Gossip Girl’. She also admires Greek history too.

I like the idea that her and Peter’s relationship trope is enemies/co-workers to friends to lovers, and eventually in the future, they have a daughter (played by Jaz Sinclair) who’s a beautifully, shy, asexual nerd..

Thank you SO much for your interest @faerieroyal/@daughter-of-melpomene!! 💕

#oc: clio #fd: mcu #fd: marvel

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monster-cock69 · 10 months

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i don't like mondays

AO3 link here

Pairings: None

Tags: All Human AU, School Shooting, Dead Dove

Warnings: School Shooting, Major Character Death

Rating: Teen (may change)

Summary:

Peter had never liked Mondays, and a Monday at Midtown was more hectic than all of his Mondays in middle school combined. Too many of the other students agreed.

Trudging through the overly crowded hallways still hadn’t become a part of Peter’s routine.

The crowding within Midtown School of Science and Technology was only comparable to the few times he’d made the mistake of traveling through Times Square during rush hour. Everyone was pushing and shoving, clothing got caught on bags and it was impossible to move more than a few feet without bumping into someone.

It didn’t help that his teachers refused to understand and he had to make his way to the other end of the building.

“Peter!”

Ned was flush with the wall toward the end of the hallway, near the turn Peter was shuffling toward. The shout was barely audible in the loud space but he managed to nod in his friend’s direction.

Their schedule was almost the same on Mondays, which made his introduction to the week almost forgiving.

A tightly huddled group of seniors shoved him out of their way, but he managed to reach Ned, who clutched his arm tightly and pulled him around the bend.

The crowd seemed to thin out the further into the school they went – it was both a relief and a curse since it meant they would be late for their next class.

“I hope they didn’t take our seats,” Ned muttered as a girl from their gym period bumped into him.

The sentiment was shared, but baseless. Peter was pretty sure no one else would want to sit front and center during Mr. Mahoney’s class. He was a funny, but mean teacher whose jokes were mainly science puns and felt like freshman biology was inferior to the sophomore chemistry he taught two years before.

“I just hope he won’t be mad – I was pretty excited for this lab.”

Despite it only being October, their biology teacher had decided the class was ready to do a dissection lab. If anyone was late it meant a ten minute lecture on the importance of punctuality and less time to work on their frogs.

“I mean, it’s okay – I just hate that lab’s on Mondays. It’s stupid.”

“I don’t like Mondays,” Peter agreed, a little breathless as they made the last turn into the science hall.

It seemed like they weren’t alone in their rush to the class. At least three others were running into the room from the opposite direction.

This time, Peter was the one to tug at Ned’s arm as he pulled him into the room.

“I see we’ve managed to prove ten minutes is more than enough time to get to class, Mr. Parker, Mr. Leeds.”

Ned gave a less than enthusiastic agreement that Peter ignored to beeline for their seats.

Thankfully, the lecture portion was short and straightforward – but not something he could ignore. His notes were illegible and harried.

Mr. Mahoney seemed excited too. Usually, his lecturing was long and arduous, but he’d always make time for questions and force them to participate. Today, he didn’t stop for any questions or even write much on the board.

When he started to go over procedure and protocol Ned looked like he was about to jump out of his seat and Peter wasn’t far behind him.

The energy was palpable to him, even the kids who never participated or consistently skipped were attentive. Dissection had been something a lot of the upper classmen hadn’t gotten to do with the old biology teachers, and as far as Peter knew, they were the only class to have it scheduled in so early into the year.

A set of lab partners was released one by one to gather their supplies from the back of the room and wash their hands. Ned was so excited that he bumped into Peter’s backpack and nearly fell down between the desks.

“Come on, come on,” Ned urged when Peter stopped to help him up.

“Okay, okay,” he grabbed his things quickly and laughed as Ned made eye contact with him.

Putting on the uncomfortably stiff goggles made his hair stick up and his damp hands meant that some water got caught in it.

Mr. Mahoney was passing around their dissection kits carefully, and both Peter and Ned obediently stilled so he could place their kits just so. Instead of walking toward the next group though – he leaned toward them like he didn’t want anyone else to hear.

“Would Ms. Stacy be able to join your group today? Her lab partner isn’t in class.”

“Oh uh, yeah of course?” Mr. Mahoney seemed to take his confused answer at face value and set down a third kit.

Peter found the encounter weird, and even Ned seemed unsettled by it. Usually, he would make a big deal out of someone missing class. It was an entire process that took an entire chunk out of class time – quiet acceptance was weird.

Gwen, when she finally got to them looked like she’d jump at the drop of a hat. Even dressed in her lab gear, he could tell she’d been crying.

Her normally clear blue eyes were rimmed with red and her hands couldn’t stop shaking. She had red splotches all over her face too.

“You guys can just ignore me if you want. My dad’s on his way to get me anyways.” Peter tried to meet Ned’s eyes without making it obvious. This day was getting weirder and weirder. If he remembered correctly, Gwen’s dad was some high up cop that hadn’t even been able to make orientation. She always complained about how he was never there to do anything with her – it didn’t make sense that he’d be able to run and get her from school on a random Monday.

“I uh, that’s up to you I guess?” Peter offered when Ned didn’t jump in, “We don’t mind letting you copy everything down as long as Mahoney doesn’t see.”

Gwen shrugged and leaned her arms against the table, then looked around the room for something before whispering, “Georgia’s starting her shit again and I have a bad feeling she’s being for real this time.”

As the principal’s oldest daughter, the stories went that Georgia had automatically been put in the spotlight last year. Instead of being the success story everyone had thought she’d be though, she’d flunked all of his classes and had a reputation for being the biggest asshole in the school.

Everyone guessed it was only her dad that kept her there, and she got in trouble so often that it had to be true.

Sometime last year, Georgia started threatening to bomb the school or poison the cafeteria food. It had only been taken seriously once or twice, and he remembered going on lockdown for it back in September.

Peter shuddered at the reminder, and Ned enthusiastically encouraged Gwen to continue on.

“I heard her tell Todd from Geometry to find a reason to leave ‘cause he was gonna shoot the school up. Mr. Singh didn’t even call the cops or anything, just sent him to the office.”

“Fucking Georgia,” he sighed, not knowing what else to say. The heaviness in Gwen’s voice was something he didn’t know how to deal with. They were loose friends and her cool demeanor always reminded him of MJ’s.

Nothing bothered either of them, and it made Peter feel uneasy.

“Maybe she just doesn’t like Mondays, I mean doesn’t everyone?”

“I don’t know, it just gave me a weird feeling and my dad said he’d come get me since he’s getting off early anyways.”

“Yeah no, I’m gonna see if my lola can get me. That’s weird to me too.”

Peter shrugged his shoulders when Ned looked to him next. Sure he’d rather go home but May had done triples over the weekend and really needed to sleep. He could deal with a bit of anxiety over something that probably wouldn’t really happen.

“May needs to sleep,” he looked pointedly at Ned, “and you know how she gets.”

Ned shot off a text while Peter made sure Mahoney wasn’t looking and Gwen surprisingly started to work on the paperwork for them.

As he and Ned worked, Gwen seemed to perk up a bit. She wasn’t as shaky anymore and though she didn’t seem to enjoy it as much as them, Peter took it as a good thing.

Halfway through, a voice over the loudspeaker called for Gwen to go down to the office. A weight seemed to leave her shoulders as she gathered her things, but Peter had the weirdest feeling when he looked over at her.

On the corner of the table, she’d left her water bottle. Peter tried to call out to her and let her know, but he guessed she didn’t hear him.

“My lola said she’d come get me, are you sure you don’t wanna have May say she can take you too? Even if the school’s not for real you don’t know if Georgia is.”

That weird feeling he’d gotten when he looked at Gwen doubled when he met Ned’s eyes and he tightened his hand around the scalpel.

“Yeah, I’ll text her.”

The scalpel made a soft clink when he set it back down to reach into his backpack.

“Eww dude, take the gloves off at least.”

“I don’t have another pair,” he hissed back, fumbling with his phone.

Mr. Mahoney came walking toward them just as he got it unlocked, and he hastily dropped it back into the bowels of his bag.

“Ms. Stacy, I thought your father was here for you?” He asked as she trudged back into the room.

“He’s downstairs. I just forgot-”

From the other end of the classroom, a girl screamed. It was loud and shrill, something he’d only ever heard in horror movies.

Then Gwen’s body jerked and he heard a firecracker go off.

She took a step forward, and blood started to stain her shirt.

When she faltered and fell backward, Georgia was standing behind her, gripping a pistol so tight her knuckles were white.

Everyone was running to the back of the classroom, shoving each other and trying to get as far away as possible.

Scalpel still clutched in one hand, he grabbed his bag and made for the tight space between a display cabinet and a desk.

There was nowhere to hide, not really.

Georgia hadn’t moved from the front of the room, and she was shouting words that Peter couldn’t hear.

His brain was on overload. Some people had upended a desk and tried to push it toward her.

She shot both of them.

Mr. Mahoney was sprawled out in the center of the room, next to Peter and Ned’s desk. He was weekly pressing a hand to his thigh.

Georgia stepped over something – someone – and shot him in the head.

He couldn’t see Ned anywhere, but the roaring of his heart was starting to be drowned out by shouting and screaming.

In his hand, the scalpel started to shake.

Something told him that there wasn’t any way he was leaving alive.

He tried to look anywhere but at Georgia, but each time he tore his eyes from her they fell on Gwen’s water bottle, undisturbed on their lab desk. It had blood on it now.

Georgia raised her hand again, and this time he caught the eyes of the girl it was pointed at a split second before she jerked and screamed. Her phone had been pressed to her cheek.

May, I need to say goodbye to May.

The scalpel didn’t make a noise when it fell, or if it did he couldn’t hear it.

May didn’t answer on the first ring, and Georgia had started walking further into the room.

“Peter? Peter, what’s going on? I don’t want you getting into trouble on the phone like this.”

He was the furthest from the back wall, which made him the closest to Georgia, who’d started flinging her gun around and shooting aimlessly.

“I love you.”

The loud, heavy running up the stairs was silenced by the sound of two more firecrackers going off.

Georgia jerked and fell down, the same way Gwen had. Only there was blood steadily falling from her forehead rather than her stomach. Her cheeks were a uniform, blotch of red and her pretty red hair was a mess all around her.

Cops flooded the room, and he heard a loud, agonized scream that made him feel cold.

Gwen’s dad Peter thought sluggishly.

Someone, a cop maybe, knelt in front of him.

More people started swarming around him, talking loudly and firmly. The first cop reached for his phone and he let them take it. His hand was falling slack anyways, and he didn’t think he’d be able to hold it much longer.

Peter couldn’t hear what any of them were saying, and their faces had started to blur like he and Ned had gotten into May’s wine again.

Ned was there too, and he was crying really hard.

There was a paramedic – or EMT maybe – pulling at his clothes. Another was taking his goggles off for him.

It didn’t make sense until he saw the blood on their gloves.

He tried to decipher the unintelligible words everyone was saying, and his eyes fell on the cop that had taken his phone.

“We’re doing everything we can for him, ma’am.”

People kept talking, kept shouting.

But his eyes were starting to hurt. His body hurt too, and he didn’t want to stay awake anymore.

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