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this is supposed to be a vacation

for @meilz

by @iron--spider

Tony loves this kid.

It’s a montage at the beginning of a movie—Tony was crazy about Peter almost immediately, couldn’t accept it, his own damn daddy issues courtesy of Howard Stark, then he had to accept it because the kid kept trying to die, then things settled, they worked together, then they unsettled and the kid dissolved in Tony’s hands, and a year of heavy-drinking and nearly exploding himself in the lab wound up with all the dissolved people undissolved and the kid back and Tony in a hospital bed. Three-week coma. Whole screaming celebration when he woke up loud enough to bust his eardrums and restart his heart.

But Peter was there. Peter was there.

Time slowed to a crawl, sped up and slowed down again, and Tony tried to recover. He knew Peter and his friends went on that European trip—he encouraged it even though Peter was worried about leaving after everything. May and Happy chaperoned, and then everyone nearly died because Quentin fucking Beck decided to roll out of Tony’s past to try and kill off someone he loves. He failed, because Peter is Peter, and Fury and Happy shut down the false allegations Beck tried to put out there before he was arrested, and everybody came home.

It’s been about two months, since then. And Tony had just gotten back on his feet a week or so before Peter left, and he’s even steadier now. Getting steadier by the day.

But he loves this kid. More now, than ever. The son he never had. He loves May, he loves the kids that come along with his kid, he loves everything Peter has to say and everything he doesn’t, he loves keeping an eye on his missions, he loves the way he fits so snug into Tony’s little family.

And he loves him enough to know when he’s crashing. When his eyes are tired and his patrols aren’t as succinct and punchy as they usually are. When he needs a vacation from his recent vacation. As if nearly being killed by some asshole in London is the vacation any of them need.

So, Tony makes a couple decisions.

After all the shit they’ve gone through, what the hell could go wrong with a break?

Peter knew Tony was planning something, because he isn’t secretive when he’s excited, and he found out what he was planning when Tony asked if Ned and MJ’s families would mind if he took them out of the city for a few days.

And about a week later, they were heading upstate to Mohonk Mountain House.

And Peter hasn’t been complaining, at least not to Tony, but his tiredness has been bone-deep since he got back from London. Since before that, really. Coming back from the dead can do that to someone, and he doesn’t even like to call it dead, and apparently they were all tiny particle souls inside that infinity stone but it doesn’t matter because that’s a whole other can of worms and he gets more tired and more weary every time he even thinks about any of that.

He swung right into a wall the other day. Slap right into it. He almost broke his nose again. He feels like that might have been the moment Tony decided on this vacation—Peter could tell by the look on his face when he told him that he’d crossed some kind of line.

They walk inside the main lobby of Mohonk and Peter keeps hearing Ben’s voice in his head. You’re gonna catch flies, Pete. But he can’t stop gaping at everything. Like…he’s been in a Hilton and this is so much better than a Hilton.

“This place looks straight out of a Hitchcock movie,” May says, and she knocks Tony on the arm.

Tony laughs, and Pepper turns around, raising her eyebrows at May. “Let’s just hope we don’t have any Hitchcock-type events happen while we’re here.”

“What would that mean?” Ned asks, catching up to the group and trying to whisper in Peter’s ear. “You’ve seen Hitchcock movies. I remember you watched that weird apartment one a hundred times.”

“I love that movie,” Peter says. Rear Window. He never wants his leg to be broken. He knows he’d go insane just like that.

“You haven’t seen Psycho?” MJ asks Ned, hoisting her backpack higher on her shoulder.

Ned hums a little bit. “No. I know about it though. No crazy Grandmas for me.”

“That’s not what happens.”

Leather couches and tall ceilings and intricate carpeting and columns and everything somehow looks really rich but really comfortable at the same time—

“No,” Tony says, turning around and pointing at them. “No, no, and no.” He points at May too. “No. No Rear Window, no Psycho, no Vertigo—maybe a little bit North by Northwest—no, you know what, no. Not that either. This is going to be the lamest movie you’ve ever—this isn’t even gonna be a movie, there’s no—there��s no plot, this is just—a family video. A home movie. That’s it.”

Family video feels warm, and Peter grins.

“Of course, Mr. Stark—”

“It’s gonna be fine—”

“Absolutely nothing—”

“Listen, I’m hitting that buffet—”

“I’m just gonna sleep,” Peter says, as they approach the huge front desk. “Just the entire time.”

Tony smiles softly at him, and he winks. “You deserve it,” he says, and Peter can tell that he means it.

They hear crashing, something that sounds expensive hitting the ground somewhere behind them, and they all turn around and see a bunch of employees running around to try and take care of it. A whole big production and two guys trying to hold up a big bear statue that’s trying to fall over.

“Okay, step to,” Happy’s voice says, and Peter hears him before he sees him, and then he breezes by, striding out in front of them. “Let’s go, come on, follow me, let’s get this in the books—”

“Oh, there he is,” Tony says, patting him on the shoulders. “There he is.”

Peter and May could never afford a vacation like this. They could never even afford to imagine something like this. Peter feels like they would have charged him if he’d even looked at photos of this place. A big, historic, mountain resort in upstate New York, on the edge of a cliff overlooking a lake?

But now they’re here. They’re here with Tony Stark and Pepper Potts. Peter was able to bring two friends. Happy drove them all in a big plush rental van. They’ve got a line of suites on the sixth floor and they had steak and lobster for dinner on their first night.

It feels unreal. But things feel unreal a lot. Especially things involving Tony, involving Spider-Man. Any of it. Like he’s having a long, prolonged dream before Ben wakes him up for school.

Peter stands on one of the terrace balconies with Tony while the others are arranging activities for tomorrow, and he stares off at the lake and the way the moon hits it. Light rippling on the water.

“You really think you’re gonna sleep the whole time?” Tony asks, leaning on the railing. “Because nobody would judge you for it. Kayaks can wait. Ballroom dancing can absolutely wait, as can all of May’s Dirty Dancing comparisons, because I can feel them building up, like an aura around her—”

Peter snorts. “No,” he says. “But I probably will mostly just…relax. Take it easy. Just sleeping, no alarms—”

“You deserve it, like I said,” Tony says. “It’s thrilling to me that you’re even giving yourself a break.”

“Look who’s talking,” Peter says, giving him a look. “You were trying to get down to the workshop when your arm was still holding on by one string of muscle.”

Tony’s entire face contorts. “That is a terrible, disgusting image, Mr. Parker—”

Peter snorts again, choking on his laughter.

Tony knocks him on the arm. “You’re awful, a menace, making fun of an injured old man—”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, but it’s true,” Peter says, swatting him back, and still laughing. “You’re the one who needs—needs this. Like Happy always says, I’m a ‘spring chicken’, I—I can bounce back.”

“I had enough bedrest for the next ten years,” Tony says, and he’s giving Peter that look again. Concern. Like he’s trying to read his mind. “You—I know you like to act like it all doesn’t affect you, but you were going through hell on the daily before that purple asshole snapped his fingers. Then there was all that, and the right after that, and the coming back from that, and me wasting away in front of you—and then Quentin Beck flaunting his dickheaded tendencies on your school trip—that was supposed to be your relaxing time and it got away from you too and I just—like I said, you deserve your time. You need it. Don’t—you’re not selling yourself short if you say you need some rest. You put everybody first all the time, yourself last—you deserve to relax, that’s all.”

Peter blows out a breath. He doesn’t even really try to deny it in his head anymore. He doesn’t try to compare himself to other people who have it worse. He’s tired. He’s beat. He feels older than he is.

Tony clicks his tongue and looks out at the lake. “I know this place is kind of old, kind of dated, rooms kind of look a little bit like grandma was head decorator, but—I, uh—I’ve got fond memories here. Mom used to bring me, when Howard was, uh…in some of his dicier moments. And sometimes we’d just relax, too. Recover from…knowing him.”

Peter is just kind of staring at him, because it always takes him off guard when Tony starts talking about Howard. They’re close enough now that he hears stories about his personal life all the time—his growing up, his insane college years with Rhodey, meeting Pepper meeting Happy and everything in between, but Howard is still…something they don’t really talk about, past flippant comments about Tony striving to be a better father figure than he ever was.

“Then I’m glad you brought us here,” Peter says, his voice cracking a little bit. “I’m glad you brought me here.” And in his head he hears I’m glad you brought me back. Because he thinks about that all the time.

Everyone’s back because of you, Peter. He never gave up on bringing you back. It was about saving you.

Tony looks like he’s about to say something else when there’s a bunch of rustling in the trees below them, and a loud thump, and more rustling. They both peer over the railing, and Peter can see the trees moving, but not anything else.

They share a wary look.

“Probably just a skunk,” Tony says.

“Oh, great.”

“Or maybe a band of feral cats.”

“Okay that’s better. Hopefully not too feral. Like, I hope they’re receptive to petting.”

They keep staring down at the trees, but it all seems quiet again.

Tony and Pepper have one room, Peter, MJ and Ned have the one in the middle, and May and Happy are on the end in a single room together even though Peter is refusing to acknowledge what that means or what might be going on in there. Tony mentioned that the rooms were dated, but they feel more like what a royal castle might look like inside, and for the longest time Peter is worried about wrinkling up the sheets. And then eventually it’s Ned’s snoring keeping him awake.

And then, when he’s finally mostly asleep—

“Peter.”

MJ’s voice. Peter’s in the bed with Ned and she got the other huge bed all to herself, but she sounds like she’s right next to him. He turns over onto his side, towards her voice, and then she’s—

On the ground right next to his face—

He startles a little bit, and she grabs his hand.

“MJ what—”

“There’s someone in the room.”

She’s whispering, and his heart speeds up a little bit. What the hell? There’s no way.

“Are you sure it’s not Happy?” Peter asks, as Ned lets out a rip of a snore. “Sometimes he likes to do perimeter checks—”

“It’s not Happy!” she whisper-yells.

Peter blinks, and she’s already pulling the sheets off him and yanking him out of bed, and he feels like he’d be more paranoid if something was actually happening, like he’d feel it pulsing and burning in his head, and she’s tugging on him and they’re stumbling over to the wall and—

“MJ—MJ—”

She flips on the light—

And Peter only sees him briefly—a man, standing over by the bathroom, and Peter barely gets to see what he looks like before the lights go out again.

But he wasn’t Happy he wasn’t Tony he wasn’t supposed to be here, and Peter’s heart rockets into his throat and he hears MJ gasp and he hears feet moving and Ned is still snoring, and Peter rushes towards where the man was and tries to catch him tries to fight, but he only meets open air.

MJ yanks the door open and she’s already running out into the hallway, yelling Tony’s name, yelling for Peter to follow her. And the hall light is streaming into their room now, and Peter looks around, breathing hard, trying to find the guy—

Nothing. Nothing.

Nobody’s here.

Ned is still snoring.

Tony stands next to Peter while the manager shows them the video footage. He watches their doors, completely still and closed from the hallway cameras, and then he watches MJ race out, and Tony and Happy run in a few minutes later. Followed by Pepper and May a few minutes after that. And then Ned finally looming out into the hallway, still half asleep.

“As you can see,” the manager says. “No one entered the room.”

Peter can feel Tony’s anger simmering beside him, and he takes it as a compliment that Tony is all-in on believing that they saw someone, even though he didn’t see him himself.

“Can I get the outside view again?” Tony asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Of course, Mr. Stark.”

They switch to the outside view again, which they’ve already seen about three times. The cameras aren’t great out there, and Happy found out they’re in the process of an upgrade. Peter can see their floor from a distance, he sees a little flash of light that they can’t identify, and then nothing else. No one scaling the building. Not in a way they can see, anyway.

“When will the upgrade be complete?” Tony asks, his tone clipped.

“After your stay, sir, unfortunately.”

Tony huffs, and doesn’t say anything else, and he turns and takes Peter’s arm and leads him to the door. They walk out into the hallway, where MJ and Ned quickly back up.

“Don’t need to listen through the wall,” Tony says.

“Uh, we weren’t,” MJ says. “We were just—”

“Looking at the wallpaper,” Ned says. “It’s—so cool.”

“Uh huh,” Tony says. He moves so they’re in a little circle, and he grips Peter’s shoulder. “Do you want to leave?” he asks, looking around at the three of them. “Because we can leave. We can go somewhere else, figure something else out. Or we can move rooms, we can go down to the Grove Lodge so we can all be closer together—we can do whatever we want.”

Ned’s eyes go wide. “I mean, I didn’t see anything, I was sleeping—”

“It’s fine,” MJ says, fast, glancing at Peter. “I feel like we—Peter and I must have been—I mean, we’re—everything that happened, we’re always thinking about it, and Mysterio was about like—making us think we were seeing things that weren’t there or were there but different—it’s fine. Joint hallucination. Or maybe I made him think he saw something because I was saying I saw something.”

That would normally be a Tony joke cue, but he just looks at her intently. “You don’t have to make excuses,” he says. “I don’t want you guys feeling…unsafe. Despite the presence of, uh—enhanced individuals. Unnamed.”

“It’s okay,” MJ says, and she looks at Peter and nods.

Tony looks at him too. And Peter knows that if he said anything about being worried, Tony would move them in an instant.

What the hell did he see?

Were they really just tired?

Did he think he saw something because MJ thought she saw something?

“It’s okay,” he says, slowly, because…he isn’t entirely sure. But MJ seems sure and Peter doesn’t want to blow up the trip if they were just in a PTSD-addled nightmare. It is their first real vacation since that shit with Beck happened, it still feels like a knife in his gut sometimes.

“You sure?” Tony asks, and he shakes Peter’s shoulder a little bit.

Peter looks at MJ, and she nods at him.

“Yeah,” Peter says. “I’m sure.”

They go back to bed after that without any more incidents, but Peter mostly stays awake, staring off into the darkness. MJ is awake too, through a lot of the night, and they text because Ned is sleeping and snoring like there’s nothing wrong and there’s never been anything wrong, ever.

I wouldn’t let anything happen to you.

I wouldn’t let anything happen to you either. Nerd :)

Over breakfast, Tony lets them know that Happy is setting up Friday to do sweeps and is doing his own personal perimeter checks.

“I want him to enjoy his break too though,” Peter says, pushing his waffle around on the plate.

“He’s enjoying it,” May says, through a mouthful of eggs.

Peter frowns at her. “I don’t like that. I don’t—I don’t need—”

She shrugs. “Well.”

“Okay, Miss Kiss and Tell,” Tony says, laughing as Pepper sits down next to him. “But it’s good. He’s on it, and I’m on it too.”

“Here,” MJ says, coming back from the buffet and sitting down next to Peter. She puts a cinnamon bun on his plate, smiling at him. “They just brought them out. Ned is trying to barter for more.”

“They can’t deny him,” Pepper says. “It’s all inclusive.”

“Exactly,” Tony says. “And after last night, we should be getting extra—I still think they sent someone in to check on something and didn’t want to admit it. I’m not gonna go all I’d like to speak to the manager on them, even though I did—do that—but either way—”

Peter hasn’t landed anywhere on it yet. He keeps trying to think back on it, trying to remember exactly what he saw. His spider sense, newly minted, is usually pretty bang on if something isn’t right, if he feels like he’s in danger, but he’d just woken up, he’s foggy in the mornings sometimes—

He figures his mind was just playing tricks on him. But MJ too?

She rubs his leg, like she knows he's agonizing over it, and he reaches down and holds her hand.

“Okay,” Ned says, walking back over holding a plate. “They let me take five of them. They’re all really warm and gooey, I feel like this is a promising start to the day.”

Peter isn’t exactly a spa guy, so he doesn’t join May and Pepper when they decide to go there, even though he feels like it might help him if he ever figured out how to relax. But going there is supposed to help him relax, so how can he ever relax enough to get to the point of going there—either way, he goes out onto the lake with Tony and Ned and MJ.

MJ and Peter both get their own kayaks, and Ned and Tony are in a canoe.

“He wouldn’t get into one of these,” Tony yells. “Honestly, if Happy’s not still doing security shit, he’s probably golfing. He’s terrible at it and he never likes to do it when anybody he knows is around. I’ll message him in a little bit and make sure but that’s probably where he is. Ned. You have to keep that thing on just in case we turn over.”

Peter snorts, looking back at them, and he sees Tony adjusting Ned’s lifejacket on his shoulders.

“Happy’s just afraid of racing,” Peter yells, cutting his oar through the water. “MJ remember when—”

“Yes,” she says, a little out ahead of him, and she’s already laughing. “I don’t even know why he was trying to chase you in New York traffic. While you were swinging in the air above him. You didn’t have any cars in your way, nothing was stopping you—”

Peter snorts again, bending over and laughing a little bit. “He was so mad. He didn’t talk to me for a week. He made me talk to Friday specifically.”

“I gave him shit for that!” Tony yells. “He shouldn’t have been trying to chase you. The gas leak had nothing to do with you. He’s always tossing blame around willy nilly.”

“Yeah he still blames me for the time those columns collapsed on that old garbage building,” Ned says. “A line of code can’t do that, that building was old I didn’t do anything there was no way he should have yelled at me at all let alone for twenty minutes—”

“He’s just dramatic,” Tony says.

“He just gets worried,” Peter says, glancing over his shoulder at their boat. And Ned makes big eyes at him, because yeah, uh, they’ve seen why he gets worried. They’ve dealt with why he gets worried. And now, after last night, Peter feels like he’s making himself worried. He needs to stop, they’ve already moved past it, they’re still here, it’s all fine.

“Yeah, I imbued him with a worrying virus that will never be cured,” Tony says. “And now the next generation has to deal with it. Here we are.”

Peter shakes his head, smiling. He’s gotta relax. The sun is shining on the lake bright and beautiful, and May is actually getting a massage for the first time in years and everything is fine. It’s fine.

He hears Tony chastising Ned again about his life jacket, gently, and Peter starts rowing out and around the outside of the lake. They’re the only ones out here right now, and he wonders how long that’s gonna last. He wonders if that’s something the resort set up, because it’s Tony, because of what happened last night, because Happy’s been intimidating people, and Peter simultaneously appreciates it and balks against the special treatment. But he’s with Tony, he should know it’s gonna happen.

He feels like he’s going a little faster than he should be going based on the way he’s rowing, like he’s really moving along. He glances over at MJ and she’s even further away from him, moving in the direction of the hotel.

“We’re not racing yet!” he yells, and he feels like Happy—constantly worried. But he’s worried about her in a different way and actually starting things with her in Europe made the whole thing worth it in a way, and now they’re together and it’s amazing but he’s just so worried all the time.

And now he’s stopped rowing all together, and he should be slowing down, but he’s still moving. Moving….fast. Maybe even getting faster.

Should that be happening? He doesn’t really kayak. He shifts around a little bit and looks down, and feels a little bit tucked in here.

“Hey!” Tony yells. “You’re moving like you have a motor on you!”

Peter’s brows furrow, because he is, and he’s not rowing, and he should have lost any propulsion at this point, and he looks up and he sees MJ looking back at him, and she’s not moving anymore, and he glances back and both Tony and Ned look concerned—

And he gets the worst feeling in his chest, like an alarm, like his spidey sense but more warped and panicked, and he tries to get up without toppling over, because the kayak is still moving for no reason, speeding along and it’s going faster and faster. He drops his oar, and balances precariously for a few seconds before he leaps into the water.

Bubbles all around him, and muffled calls of his name—

And he’s only submerged for a couple seconds, because of the life jacket pulling him back to the surface, and he comes up just in time to watch the empty kayak lift up into the air, careening into the forest and disappearing into the trees.

And he floats there, treading water, staring.

“What the fuck?” Ned yells. “Peter? Peter?”

“Peter!” MJ yells.

“Pete, we’re coming!” Tony yells. “Hold on!”

But Peter is just sort of. Staring. Staring off, at where the kayak disappeared. He stares over there. He stares.

No thoughts, just. Insane.

“Was that supposed to happen?” Peter asks, his voice squeaking. “Is that—MJ you should probably—you shouldn’t be in there if you’re not, uh, prepared to go—flying—did anybody see it explode? Did it explode? Or did it just shatter, uh, well, wooden—wooden kayak, was it wooden? Or plastic? Either way I bet it’s not a full kayak anymore—”

He feels himself being lifted out of the water, and it’s Tony pulling him into the boat. He doesn’t know how they got here so fast but to be honest a kayak just went full fighter jet on him so he can’t be that confused.

His shock has him gripped and he just sort of lays there like a rag doll as Tony and Ned pull him up, and he sees MJ rowing over to them. Thankfully, she’s still in her kayak, and it’s not—flying through the air.

“Hey, hey,” Tony says, once Peter isn’t in the water anymore. He’s got both arms around him, and Peter is laying against his chest, and Tony is patting his cheek and trying to peer around and meet his eyes. Ned has his hands on Peter’s knees and he’s just staring at him.

“I just got a defective one,” Peter says, pointing over at the forest. “It’s okay. It was just—a flying one, we didn’t make sure we didn’t get a flying one. I hope MJ doesn’t have a flying one and it’s just not like. On a time delay I don’t know. MJ, just—hurry over here—” He waves her over. He wants her to hurry up.

“Peter,” Tony says, and he pats Peter’s chest. “Are you alright? Did you twist anything when you jumped out, can you breathe—”

“Are kayaks supposed to do that?” Peter asks, feeling like he can hear his own voice echoing everywhere. “I didn’t think that was, uh, the case—”

“It’s not the case,” Ned says. “No. It’s not. It’s not the case.”

“Peter.”

MJ finally rolls up alongside them—

“I think you should get out of there,” Peter says, pointing at her. “It’s unsafe—”

“Something is going on,” MJ says, and she’s not looking at Peter. She’s looking at Tony.

Tony loves this kid, and this is supposed to be a fucking vacation. Tony loves this kid, and he believed him when he thought someone was in his room, even if the hotel was trying to sway them away from the idea. Tony loves this kid, and he just had to watch him abandon his kayak because said kayak was lifting off and destroying itself somewhere on the property. And kayaks don’t just fucking do that.

Tony stands close to Happy, well into his personal space. He’s got his hands on his hips, like a stern stance is gonna bring him any closer to an answer, and Happy sighs.

“I’ve done ten sweeps,” he says. “There’s nothing going on. There’s nobody here that isn’t supposed to be here. We even looked at the remains of the goddamn kayak and I didn’t find anything wrong with it.”

“There was something wrong with it,” Tony says. “It was flying. It was flying, speed wise, without Pete even rowing, and then it was flying, literally, after he had to abandon ship.”

“I know. It was in a million pieces.”

Tony sighs. They moved down to the Grove Lodge after it happened. Nobody told Pepper and May why, because Peter was insisting on not telling May, and he was also insisting on not leaving even though Tony wanted to leave, because if they left then they were leaving danger behind for the poor unassuming Mohonk guests. And if they leave, danger will probably follow them anyway, and Tony doesn’t know what move to make.

He’s upset, because this was supposed to be a relaxing break for all of them, but especially for Peter, after everything he’s goddamn gone through. He’s upset because this place felt like his place, his haven, a place where he could get away and be secluded and safe, and now something is pursuing them here. Something is trying to hurt them.

“You haven’t found anything?” Tony presses. “Nothing?”

“Nothing out of the ordinary,” Happy says, and he glances back at the front door of the lodge again. “I’m still looking, I’m not giving up, and I think we should be better located down here because we rented out the whole house and I told them not to come in for room service or cleaning or anything. I know we lose the nice high-up view—”

“It’s fine,” Tony says, crossing his arms over his chest. He’s afraid to even be discussing this in public. Anybody could be anywhere listening.

He doesn’t like feeling like he can’t protect these kids.

“It looks like they’re targeting Peter,” Tony says, as quietly as he can. “And I can’t tell if that’s because of me, that they think—I mean the whole goddamn world thinks he’s my love child at this point, thinks May is my secret mistress or the sister of his secret mother, God knows, I don’t know what the most recent story is. But I can’t tell if they’re targeting him because of me or because of the other thing—”

“And the other thing is worse—the spider thing—”

“I didn’t specify on purpose, Hap,” Tony says, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Right, right—the innocuous other thing—”

“We’re lucky we got out of Europe with the other thing intact—”

“Yeah,” Happy says, shaking his head, and Tony wishes he had been there with him, had been there period. He would have torn Beck in half had he laid eyes on him.

Why do they always target people he loves? Why not him? Blow him up. Kidnap him. But he guesses he’s been there already. He guesses they’ve done all that and it’s old hat to these assholes to go to him directly.

But this could be about Spider-Man too. There could be people that know who he is. People always find out, no matter how hard Tony tries, and Peter has made plenty of his own enemies. His own gallery of rogues looking to take him down.

“Just don’t tell May, if she asks,” Tony says.

“Oh, and don’t tell Pepper either?” Happy asks, in that stupid voice he uses to make fun of Tony. Tony glares, and Happy glares back. “They know by now something’s going on. They’re not dumb. They’re just not saying anything. But May will beat someone to death with anything she can get her hands on and so will Pepper, so maybe we should be sticking close to them.”

Tony sighs. “I just wanted—”

“I know—”

“And now—”

“I know,” Happy says. “We’re on it. We know it’s real, now, even if these people won’t cop to anything. I’m in their walls. Literally. Maybe I’m doing some things I shouldn’t be.”

Tony steps up onto the porch. “Don’t even tell me.”

“I won’t. But maybe I am.”

“Ned, why are you in here while I’m in the bathtub?”

“She’s in here!”

“I’m dating her.”

“Wow, that’s great,” Ned says, not making any move to get up from his spot on the gold lounge chair. “That’s great, I see how things are going. I see what direction we’re heading in.”

Peter scoffs. He warmed up a long time ago, and he’s getting really pruny, but he doesn’t want to get out just yet. He feels like something is gonna happen if he gets out. Like it’s all gonna start up again and maybe the house is gonna explode or their fridge is gonna grow arms and start trying to fight them or something.

And he isn’t lazy. He’s always ready to fight.

Maybe he’s a little lazy. But not usually. He thought Europe was gonna be a Spider-Man free trip and look how that turned out. And he thought this was going to be calm and relaxing but now it’s become suspicious. And worrying. And he’s torn between leaving and staying and telling May and not telling May and he doesn’t know if she’s in danger too and sometimes he feels like everybody would be safer if he lived out in Alaska somewhere and nobody knew him.

Peter sighs, and MJ rubs his shoulder. Ned is still giving him that look and Peter ignores that look. He’s never been in a little claw-foot tub like this before. Tony doesn’t even have these in the compound. And a bubble bath? He hasn’t had a bubble bath since he was a kid and Ben was still alive. It almost distracts him from… whatever the hell is going on here.

“We’ve got two more days,” MJ says. “And we’re sticking it out.”

“We’re sticking it out,” Peter says. “I got my webshooters, I guess I’ll wear them if we go hiking tomorrow.”

“Someone is gonna push you off a cliff,” Ned says, raising his eyebrows.

“We’re all going together, so nobody is gonna push anybody,” MJ says. She leans down and presses a kiss to the corner of Peter’s mouth. “Okay let’s leave so he can—get out.”

They both get up, and Peter watches as they argue.

“Oh, you’re not gonna help him?” Ned asks.

“Oh, you’re not?” MJ replies, nudging him as they move towards the door. “I thought that was your job, guy in the chair—”

They have dinner in the main building, and Peter watches his back. He only jumps once, when someone drops a tray full of plates, and he winces at the shattering and runs over there to help clean it up before they usher him away. They visit the horses in the stables, and Peter checks every nook and cranny to make sure somebody isn’t hiding in there. They watch May and Happy bust into the late jazz class that’s going on in the ballroom and Peter forgets to do anything because he feels like his face is going to catch on fire from all the blushing.

And he remembers to be paranoid when they get back to the Grove Lodge, and he can tell May is suspicious and they’re all watching him like hawks and he gets worried that Tony is the real target of whatever is happening here and he’s just a distraction.

He can’t let anything happen to Tony. He can’t let anything happen to any of them.

Or maybe nothing is happening. And nobody was in their room. And the kayak was just—Parker luck. Too much strength, or something.

He wakes up around three in the morning because he can’t stay asleep, and he sits down in the ‘great room’ and stares out into the darkness of the night.

“Don’t jump,” Tony’s voice says, but Peter jumps anyway, twisting around and seeing him on the stairs. “You jumped! I said don’t jump! You heard me, I said it—”

Peter snorts, shaking his head. “You can’t just tell me not to jump and expect me not to jump—especially if you’re stepping out of the shadows—”

“There’s no shadows,” Tony says, stepping off the landing. “No shadows. I’m fully illuminated—”

Peter sighs. “You can’t sleep either?”

“Nah,” Tony says, walking over quietly. “Sleep and I, we have a very contemptuous relationship.” He shakes his head. “I just feel like shit because you can’t have a normal vacation. Whatever the hell is or isn’t going on here. You just deserve—Jesus, a full day, at the least, without something happening you have to question.” He sits down next to Peter and lets out a sigh.

“It’s not your fault. At all.”

“I mean—it might be. We’ve seen Europe as an example of very much my fault.”

Peter narrows his eyes at him. “That wasn’t your fault either. You know it wasn’t your fault, idiots blaming you for their own stupidity is not your fault—”

A huge crash outside. It sounds like one of those big weird planters falling over and knocking into the other planters and then it sounds like a bunch of feet shuffling and this isn’t Parker luck, this isn’t a hallucination, this isn’t a kayak doing non-kayak like things—

They both leap out of their chairs. The noises don’t stop and Tony is immediately stepping in front of Peter and holding his arm out, as if to shield him.

“Kid, go back upstairs—”

“No,” Peter whisper-shouts, grabbing his arm as the two of them move forward very, very slowly towards the back porch doors. “You almost died recently—you’re wearing pajamas and a house coat—”

“You don’t even know what a house coat is—”

Another crash, more skittering feet, and Peter focuses—he can hear separate heartbeats from the hearts he loves in this house. Two of them.

“Tony I’ve got my webshooters on—”

“That doesn’t matter you’re wearing pajamas too you’re not prepared—”

And when they’re just close enough to open the door, there’s a flash of bright white light. And Peter closes his eyes against it, and he can feel Tony turning around, trying to block him from it, and it must be more than just light because he hears a loud bang and the windows are shattering and it feels like a cataclysmic boom is pushing them through the air. The two of them fly backwards, and hit the far wall, and the last thing Peter hears before his head snaps back too far is

GOD DAMMIT ALFIE YOU’RE TWO SECONDS TOO EARLY WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS JUMPING THE—

Peter gasps awake. His gasp echoes, and he sits up, and looks around, and he’s…nowhere.

He scrambles to his feet. He’s alone, and he’s nowhere, there’s nothing but blackness and his ears are popping like he’s high up and he sees—

He sees—

A kayak? Flying through the darkness?

He watches it, cascading like a majestic bird, and he stares at it, and then it just—blinks out of existence. Like it was never even there.

Maybe he’s just dreaming. Maybe he never even woke up and went downstairs and talked to Tony. Maybe none of that happened at all. Maybe he’s still asleep and Ned is snoring somewhere and MJ is saying not beets in the salad in her sleep again and maybe—

God dammit, Alfie, I swear. I swear I’m gonna whack you in the head.

Peter spins around, in the complete darkness. He can see himself, his own body and his hands and his pajamas and his webshooters, like he’s got a spotlight on him. “Hello?” he calls. “What the hell is—whoever that is—”

And then the London Bridge appears huge and massive above his head and he starts to duck, nearly collapsing in on himself, and there’s no way this is actually happening this isn’t real and he shoots a web at it and it goes right through it and it hits—somewhere—somewhere in the darkness, it sticks, it—

ALFIE I THINK THEY’RE BOTH—

I KNOW IT I CAN TELL OKAY I’M NOT MORONIC—

It clicks in Peter’s head. This is someone using Beck’s tech. It’s someone using Beck’s tech. That’s what this is. This is some idiots using his tech and not knowing how to use it properly and—

Peter starts yelling. “Whoever you are, you’re—you’re not good at this—this isn’t gonna work out for you—”

The bridge disappears, and Peter starts running. His spidey sense is going berserk, and he can’t tell where the danger is, what direction, how far. He can’t tell what’s underneath his feet, it feels—crunchy, and a little old, maybe? All he knows is he needs to get the hell out of this illusion. It feels unstable.

He starts shooting his webs everywhere, and most of them fly away without hitting anything, and that makes him wonder where the hell he could be with so much space—

STARK IS DOING SOMETHING WITH HIS AI—

Peter’s heart lurches.

“Tony!” Peter yells, still running, and he holds his hands out and tries to find something, anything, and he shoots webs fucking everywhere, and then—

SHIT—

He runs right into someone. And they push him off, and then he gets a brass-knuckled fist to the face before he can get a hit off of his own. He stumbles backwards through the sharp pain, wrestling with the instinct to just fight even though it’s only darkness all around him and he can’t see who the hell he’s fighting with.

Instead, he spits out a line of blood and keeps running.

Pulsing, face pulsing, beating with ripped skin and metal—

A massive kayak blips into the air briefly, and then it disappears.

Peter narrows his eyes, shaking his head, and what the hell is with the kayak—

He runs smack into something, like a train going accordion against a wall, and he stumbles backwards again, clutching at his crushed nose and trying to stay on his feet. The punch and the goddamn running into whatever that was has him dizzy, has him mangled and seeing stars in this manufactured darkness and then he hears Tony hollering his name at the top of his lungs—

“Peter! Peter!”

He sounds like he’s behind him—

“Tony!” Peter yells, all nasally. “Tony! Hey I’m over here—”

He turns around, changing his trajectory. And the darkness blips, breaking in large pixels, and Peter keeps running towards Tony’s voice and the darkness blips again, turns bright white, and then—

The illusion, or lack of one, breaks all at once, and Peter can see—

He’s on the roof of the main Mohonk building—he can see the lake, and the forest, and the mountains, settled in the calm of the night that feels decidedly not calm for him in particular, and he skids to a halt because he’s nearly running off the roof—

And he feels someone grab his arm and tug him back, and he spins around and it’s Tony, thank God it’s Tony—

“Hey!” Tony yells, and Peter looks at him and grabs his arm and they both look up and—

There are just two guys standing there. Two guys, both on the shorter side, definitely unkempt, and they’re holding a little gray box and they’re both just hitting it and hitting it and hitting it—

Peter aims his webs and just starts shooting. He feels like he shoots the most amount of webs he’s ever shot. The two guys fly backwards and get stuck to one of the upraised red parts of the roof, and they’re both gritting their teeth and trying to get out like they’re Scooby Doo villains.

“They must be associated with Beck,” Peter says, trying to catch his breath. His entire mouth tastes like blood. “They’ve gotta be.”

“I figured, with their shitty illusion attempts,” Tony says, and he sounds angrier than Peter’s ever heard him. He glances at Peter, starts to glance away, but then he looks at him again, fast, his brows furrowing severely. “Jesus Christ, you’re—bleeding everywhere—”

“Yeah, it feels—it doesn’t feel good—they didn’t hit you?” Peter asks.

Tony takes Peter’s chin gently, tilting his head and wincing. “No,” he says. “They didn’t goddamn hit me—”

“Well, the nose was from—running into something—I think that, uh, I think that’s a chimney over there, I think I ran into it—you didn’t run into anything—”

“No, I didn’t—”

“Oh, that’s great—”

Tony looks like he’s about to breathe fire, and he lets go of Peter and starts stomping towards the webbed bad guys.

“Why the hell would you be loyal to a moron like him?” Tony asks. “Beck? He couldn’t even keep a job at Stark Industries—”

“Yeah, buddy, because you stole his idea,” one of them hollers. They’re both still wiggling around, trying to get out.

Tony sneers. “He worked for my company executing an idea I designed and commissioned and decided to weaponize it when it was created to help deal with trauma and mental health—have you never had a job, an occupation—you know what, I don’t care, I don’t care—”

“Well he didn’t say that, he didn’t say any of that exactly,” the other guy says, the one with the longer hair. “He just said—”

“Nothing he says is true,” Peter yells, wincing when he touches his nose. “That guy is a liar, and a freak, and you believed him enough to follow us on vacation and—screw up every attempt you made to kill us—it was one of you guys in my room—”

“No, that was just testin’, that was just—we was just testin’, it was—you guys acted really dramatic—”

Peter scoffs. “Dramatic?”

And the two guys start giving each other nasty looks, even though they’re webbed shoulder to shoulder. “Maybe if you hadn’t dropped that dart gun in the lobby when they first got here—”

“Maybe if you hadn’t fallen out of the tree—”

“Maybe if you had made the goddamn kayak explode instead of fly—”

“Stop!” Tony yells, cutting his hands through the air like an angry teacher. “Stop. Stop. I’ve never wanted to hear Boston accents less. Stop. You’re arrested. We’ve arrested you.”

“You can’t do that, the Avengers aren’t cops,” the shorter one says. He’s got a tattoo on his neck that says GOLDBARES with a Haribo bear icon and Peter squints at it and he feels like his entire face hurts worse just from seeing it.

“You’ve committed several crimes,” Tony says, still pointing at them. “It’s—my personal security already—”

There’s a click. A very loud click. And both guys clam up real quick.

“What was that?” Tony asks.

Peter’s spidey sense is—ratcheting up, clear into his teeth—

“Tony!” he yells, because it feels like something is coming, and, just like in the Grove Lodge, there’s a big boom and they’re blown backwards by a seismic wave—

And they’re launched off the roof, and it feels like they’re moving in slow motion, through the dead dark of the night and the reflection of the lake, and Peter screams like a moron. He just screams, and then he shoots a web right at Tony and pulls him in with it, and then he shoots a web at the building and swings back around with him.

They don’t land well, because Peter’s brain is on the backburner and there’s nothing on the front, and they roll in a heap, Peter tucking his face into Tony’s shoulder. When they come to a halt Tony pulls back, sitting up and touching Peter’s cheek.

“You in there?”

“I’m in there. Here,” Peter says, and he feels like he’s bleeding worse, somehow. “Did they blow up? Did those guys blow up? It sounded like they blew up.”

“We didn’t blew up we’re still over here but maybe I wish we woulda blew up because—”

And they start shouting at each other, but Peter tries to tune them out.

“Thank God you brought those things,” Tony says, tapping Peter’s wrist. “Thanks, bud.”

Peter blows out a breath, shaking his head and still just. Laying there. “Oh yeah, no problem. All good, just—completely normal.”

Tony sighs, and his eyes cut to the side. “Any other late traps ready to explode?” he yells, over his shoulder.

They stop arguing with each other. There’s a brief silence.

“Uh. I honestly got no idea. We just brought the whole bag of tricks, I don’t know. There’s shit everywhere.”

Tony looks at Peter, slowly shaking his head.

“Fantastic,” Peter says. “Wonderful.”

“So, you weren’t in there watching us when we were getting our nails done in the spa?” Pepper asks. “I thought it was weird. I told May it was weird. That was these guys—”

Tony scoffs, and he feels like he instantly gets a headache, a migraine—

“Of course I wasn’t—of course—you thought I was just standing there? Staring at you in the spa? You didn’t think that was out of the ordinary—”

Pepper gives him a look, and Peter laughs from the hammock behind them.

“Yeah, when I went to get my nails done later you kept walking in and out,” Happy says. “But I thought you were just—I don’t know what I thought. But then you told me about the kayak thing later and I thought—well—I attributed it to that.”

“Happy went and got his nails done,” Ned whispers, somewhere behind Tony, too. “We could do that?”

“Who’s stopping you?” MJ says, quiet.

“Well, the whole—the whole situation stopped me, I guess, but I didn’t really think about it—”

“I’m glad it wasn’t you staring at us,” May says, standing near the railing and peering out into her binoculars. “Pepper said it was normal, but it was concerning me.”

Tony glares at Pepper, but she just bats her eyes at him like the picture of innocence.

“Sometimes Peter does that to me,” May says. “Just stares at me from behind a Lucky Charms box in the kitchen. That’s how I know something’s wrong.”

Tony snorts, and he turns around as soon as Peter starts protesting.

“I do not!” Peter says, shifting around in the hammock. “I do not do that.”

“It sounds like something you’d do,” Ned says.

“You’ve done that to me,” MJ says, clearing her throat.

Peter huffs, and everyone laughs at him, and Tony tries not to laugh too hard, because this started with his own wife acting like she thinks he’s capable of acting like some weirdo who stands around staring at people.

Tony sighs. He turns around, walking over and peering down at Peter. He braces his hand on the tree his hammock is attached to. “How’s the nose?” Tony asks.

“Broken.”

“It’s not broken anymore, we reset it.”

“It knows it was broken. I know too.”

He’s still got the butterfly bandages on the bridge of his nose, and it’s bruised and angry looking. He’s got a burst blood vessel in his eye, and the white part is dipped with red. Tony feels like shit because he got out of the whole ordeal relatively unscathed. Just a few bumps and bruises. Some whiplash. But Peter broke his nose again.

They hiked up to the Sky Top Tower, and the kids wanted to hang out once they got up here. They all thought Peter had earned the hammock. Happy refused to come, and he’s in charge of the security situation, anyway, so he couldn’t exactly abandon it to do a hike he didn’t want to do.

They had to clear the whole damn resort out to get rid of any remaining traps and illusions. Tony had to bring in a whole team. Rhodey made fun of him on the phone when Tony told him, laughing for a good five minutes.

And sure, it’s stupid. Those guys are stupid and they had no idea what the hell they were doing, they couldn’t even attack properly. But that’s what happens when stupid people follow more powerful stupid people. They hold grudges. They make up shit in their heads. They cause problems.

And it’s never really funny when Peter is bloody at the end of it.

“I feel like I’m sinking,” Peter says, his brows furrowing.

He reaches out his hand, and Tony takes it, and he pulls him out of the hammock as MJ and Ned push on his shoulders. Peter groans like he’s a hundred years old, and Tony claps him on the shoulder.

May looks away from her binoculars. “How you doing, honeybunch?”

“Fine,” Peter says, letting go of Tony’s hand. “Incredible. Amazing.”

“Just a normal day for a hero,” Pepper says. “MJ, you’ll get used to it, May, you’ll never get used to it—”

“And Ned,” Ned says to himself. “You will be there every step of the way.”

Tony looks at Peter, and he wants to apologize. For all of it, for being a hero at all, for the goddamn radioactive spider at Oscorp and everything that came after. For stupid morons like Quentin Beck, who know the quickest way to hurt Tony is to attack this kid he’s nearly adopted as his own.

He doesn’t know what the hell to say, because Peter wouldn’t accept his apologies anyway. He never would. Peter is just appreciative of every moment. Even if the moments aren’t ideal.

“We’ve got the whole place to ourselves,” Tony says. “How about we have a pie bar when we head back down there? I can tip the kitchen staff two hundred percent when I ask. I don’t think anybody would be pissed off.”

He sees May smiling softly at him over Peter’s shoulder. Trust in her eyes, even after all this bullshit.

“Can there be…at least four key limes?” Peter asks, raising his eyebrows.

“Four or five,” Tony says, ruffling his hair. “Or six or seven. Depending on the number of ovens in the joint.”

Peter grins at him, still bright and lively, despite everything.

Maybe they can salvage this vacation yet.

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juiles · 1 year

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Can you do reader is Natasha and Wanda's daughter and is secretly dating peter parker, and the found out

I hope this lives up to your expectations!

The best moms in the multiverse.

Summary: in the ask.

Type: fluff.

Triggers: mentions of hydra.

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Growing up in the compound was amazing. You had spent the last 12 years of your life there after your moms adopted you at 3 years old. You were the kid of a high up in the rankings, Hydra couple and the first three years you spent being tested on and learning to fight. You were supposed to be Hydras greatest weapon as you had the DNA of Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff in you.

When you were rescued by the Avengers, they did a DNA test on you to see if they could find your biological parents and they did. It just happened to be a couple inside the tower. Natasha and Wanda were ecstatic to have a kid together as they always wanted a family together. You were a very happy kid after that.

You were so very loved. The whole team took on different roles in your life. You loved having your moms most though. They were your best friends. Natasha and Wanda snuggled you to sleep every night, even when on missions, you always had either one of them until you were 10 then one of your aunts or uncles were always there.

As you grew up, you became best friends with Peter Parker, MJ and Ned. The 4 of you were inseparable and you were always found somewhere in the compound playing games then as you get older, video games and reading. Around 6 months ago, Peter asked you out in a date. You said yes and for the last 6 months, you two had been secretly dating without Tony (Peters pseudo dad) or your moms knowing.

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You were sat on the couch, both of your moms, Tony and most of your uncles were out on a mission. Pepper was left with you two however, she had run out to a last minute meeting, leaving the two of you alone in the compound.

You had your legs curled up underneath you while your head was against Peters chest with his arms wrapped around you. You were watching a movie and you had fallen asleep. Peter shifted so you were laying on top of him and he threw a blanket over the two of you before falling asleep himself.

You woke up feeling a pair of hands running through your auburn hair and you smiled softly as you woke up. “Mornin’ Pete…” You muttered into his chest before you felt his hands wrap around your waist tighter making you realize it wasn’t his hand in your hair, rather the soft hands that belonged to your magic wielding mother. You froze slowly looking up to look into the green eyes of the witch.

“Hi mom…” You said quietly before your heard a cough and your head whipped around to face your assassin of a mother. “Mama! Hey!” You said quickly whipping up out of Peters arms. “You’re home from the mission early!”

“Yeah. We finished early so figured we would take our darling daughter out for a special breakfast.” Wanda said with a smirk, her Sokovian accent out on full display, showing her strong emotions.

“Instead, we found her, shirtless, laying on top of her best friend on the couch with hickeys on her neck.” Natasha finished, her classic hard glare out, an eyebrow raised, her arms crossed against her chest. “Parker. Pepper and Tony are waiting in the lab.” She said swiftly making the boy jump up and run off.

“Mama i can explain!” You said raising your hands before her hard glance shot to you You instantly curled up in on yourself biting your lip.

Wanda sat beside you on the couch, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, her thumb rubbing against your arm. “We aren’t mad Detka.” She murmured softly, Nat sat on your other side. “I promise we aren’t. Just confused. You don’t hide things from us so we’re just confused.”

“I didn’t mean-“ You got cut off from a small cough from your mom. “I was worried you wouldn’t be okay with us dating…”

“Why wouldn’t we moya lyubov’? We’ve known Peter forever. We know he’ll treat you right.” Natasha said rubbing your back. She looked up at Wanda shocked when they heard a small sniffle. “Baby. My love. What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you!” You broke down sobbing into your hands. “I’m sorry I kept a secret! Please don’t hate me!” Wanda choked on a breath and pulled you so you were curled up on her lap, Natasha squatted in front of you.

“Baby. No one is mad! We aren’t mad at you! Detka we could never hate you!” Natasha said, cupping your cheeks, rubbing a thumb over your cheek, wiping the tears.

“You are our miracle y/n. We could NEVER hate you. Especially not over something this small!” Wanda said smothering your head in kisses.

“P-promise?” You sniffled looking at both your moms with wide eyes. They both instantly smothered you in kisses repeating yes over and over again

After a few minutes of everyone calming down, yky were cuddled up between the two of them on the couch, your head resting on Natasha’s chest, Wanda rubbing your legs. “So… is he good to you?” Natasha asked raising her eyebrow.

“Mama!” You groaned burying your head into her neck more. “Yes… he’s amazing… he’s so nice and sweet and always ALWAYS puts me first. I think i love him… mom how do you know when you’re in love? How did you know you were in love with mama?”

“Love is a weird thing malyshka.” Wanda said rubbing your calves. “Your mama and I were really close as friends. She helped me when i got out of Hydra. We realized our feelings after one of Tony’s parties and she was helping me calm down after a panic attack. I realized that she had been the best thing to happen to me and that I felt butterflies in my stomach when she held my hand or gave me a hug. I started imagining our future together and told her and she said she felt the same. Love can be scary but it’s the best thing in the world.”

“I think i love him mama…” You muttered before looking up at your two moms with a smile that would always brighten their lives. “But, i love my moms more. I have the best moms in the multiverse.”

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the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf · 9 months

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I love your fic “When the cat's away...”! ♥️💙 Now I really wanna know how they got together after Spider man into the spider verse

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Here's the fic which you should probs read first When the cat's away...

Soooooooo.

In the comics Spiderman and the black cat have a very flirty relationship and always end up hanging out when they're both on duty, the difference being Cat is more of a vigilante and anti-hero. They also have an on/off relationship with Cat being the main instigator.

After him and MJ got divorced, he started using his Spiderman persona more because he felt his real self was too pathetic. So he starts going off on more jobs and stakeouts. He actually finds himself looking for Cat and following her to find out more about her (ik this sounds creepy but hey ho). And he finds himself falling for her.

*skip the portal opening up and him finding Miles*

When he's talking to Miles he finds himself asking about Cat...

"So in this universe, do you have a black cat?"

"There's one that lives on the roof I think--"

"no no. The Black Cat. The vigilante."

"No? Is that someone I should look out for? Am I gonna get my own?"

"Yeah, just when you meet them...have fun." (I'm using 'them' because Peter B. wouldn't know what gender Black Cat will show up as in Miles' universe.)

*Aunt May's house*

When Aunt May sees Peter B. she immediately goes to the door and brings out a letter addressed to this universe's Peter that he didn't get a chance to open before he died. The envelope has 3 distinct claw marks slightly scratched into it. He smirks knowing it was you, well this universe's you.

He opens the letter and reads...

"Hi Peter. I'm sorry it's been a while but I thought MJ wouldn't appreciate you always hanging out with me, so I took myself out of the equation. I'm truly happy you found someone and that you like your life with her. But because I don't plan on seeing you again I have to tell you. I love you. I'm in love with you. That's all. Have a great life. And remember, you promised to name your child my suggestion:............Y/n Y/l/n (meow) xoxo"

His eyes well up when reading. How did he never know? You'd always been flirty and you'd both kissed a little (more like a lot), but this was love. Maybe it was something about seeing your name for the first time or seeing you speak sincerely without the need for flirtatious teasing. But something changed inside of him.

*talking to the other spider-people*

"so do any of you guys know a y/n y/l/n?"

"The Black Cat?" "Black cat?" "The cat?" "cat?"

"Wow. So who are they to you?"

There's a pause whilst the spider-people consider.

"She's my partner in crime. I'd be lost without her on my side." Noir goes first.

"He's my best friend. I love that guy!" Porker chimes in.

"I never got to tell them how I felt." Peni solemnly whispers.

They all look to Gwen waiting for her. She takes a moment. Then she looks up at Peter B.

"She's the love of my life." Gwen begins to smile. "And I didn't realise that until I was here. And she wasn't."

*coming out of the Portal*

Peter B. is dumped unceremoniously back into his New York. Despite the free-fall and his sore limbs and ass (juicy) from when he fell, he feels good. And he smiles, genuinely for the first time in years.

He jumps back up and swings throughout New York city, trying to spot the familiar icy locks and black catsuit (God he's thought about her in that catsuit a lot).

He meets her on a rooftop, high above the city.

"Hey spidey! You've not been around a lot? Did you go grovelling back to MJ on your knees like a kicked puppy?"

"No, actually. Believe it or not I was in another universe. And do you know what I found out about those other universes."

"What? I'm all earssss." you hiss into his mask covered ear.

"That you love me." You panic and try to swing away. But he grabs you first and holds you in his arms.

He takes off his mask revealing his scruffy beard and salt and peppered locks.

"My name is Peter. But can you still call me spidey cause it makes me sound super-cool, like a super-cool biker." You giggle even though tears are streaming down your face. You'd dreamed of this and actually the face under the mask was more beautiful than you ever imagined.

He leans into your face. "Peter, what are you doing?"

"A leap of faith."

You join together in a passionate kiss. When you eventually pull away you hug him tight and bury your face in his chest whilst tears are still streaming down your face. He whispers in your ear "Honey, I'm home."

*after the birth of their first child*

"She's so beautiful."

"I don't think I've ever seen anything as perfect as her. I never want to let her go."

"Honey, you do have to let me hold her sometime." you hold out your waiting arms.

"No. Did not agree to that."

"Anyways what should we name her?"

"How about Mayday?"

"I love it! Where did that come from?"

"Just from this thing I once read." He winks at his baby Mayday. Knowing one day he'll tell her all about the letter, the multiverse, Miles, and how he realised her mum was the one.

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seek--rest · 2 months

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I joke a lot about it now but I wish there was a way for fandom history to be remembered. Not the drama or just a list of the popular tropes, but the intercultural stuff. The things you only get from being there, or close enough to it.

Like how in 2016, irondad basically started as a fandom by killing May Parker off and instituting Tony as thee dad of all time, ranging anything from best dad ever or struggling but either way— Tony even after Civil War immediately sees Peter like a son. Or how by 2017, Peter as an avenger or going on a field trip was the most popular thing for him to do, with Flash Thompson being an abusive jerk that beats Peter so much, he was scared of him (and Tony would come to save the day). Like how by 2018, fanon irondad took precedence of over anything, not just the movies but even the comic book history— skip westcott, a character from a PSA comic from the 80s, becoming such a known and understood character that he’s part of the “Spider-Man lore”, but only in so much as it gave Tony a platform to save the day, not Peter. How by 2019, in the scenarios and rewrites of infinity war had taken on a different lens into thousands of fix its after Endgame, ranging from making Peter jealous of Morgan or writing out that little girl entirely. Like how in 2020, quarantine and writing in Peter at marches was an active trend, to the point of cosmic irony.

It’s not just knowing the tropes, but knowing the vibes. The history. The things that now, don’t make any sense or just have different assumptions for what the reader believes to be true. I reread a fic recently and was so struck by the notes which poked fun at the trend of killing May off when you could just coparent, not just because it was funny (and a little disconcerting) to see all the defensiveness of irondad writers in the comments who made their names by killing May/writing the kind of codependency they passed off as found family— but also how it both fit into and deflected against established fanon, not canon. Of course Tony is going to speak Italian and be an active, engaged presence in Peter’s life that not only has lab time, but has dinner with him once a week and asks about his friends. Of course May is a nurse that works long hours that keeps her busy and away— because Tony can “babysit” a 15-year old New Yorker. Of course Peter is a teenager but acts more like a 12-year old in temperament and excitability, speaking like a walking meme.

This particular fic was so radical imo not just because May is 1) alive, 2) active in the plot, and 3) isn’t abusive or dating someone abusive, but because it ALSO presumed things as normal that weren’t common— like Rhodey being Tony’s actual best friend, Pepper being Tony’s fiancé who actually showed up, Peter being friends with MJ and Ned, having a crush on MJ— all things that still aren’t terribly popular in that subset of fandom, but now come with more canonical evidence that supersede the fanon.

I’m not sure if there’s a point to this, maybe this is a thought that should’ve stayed in the drafts. But this kind of fandom lore™️ is too good to let go.

Especially since I know irondad isn’t the only kind of fandom with a shared history that’s changed over time.

#seek speaks #irondad #fandom lore #fandom #fandom discourse #I know it sounds like I didn’t like this fic I reread— I did! a lot!#but even some of the choices made stuck out to me /now/ in 2024 #for how much of it is based on irondad fanon and diverging from THAT #rather than being based on MCU canon #idk. that presupposition of irondad fanon being the basis of what any fic should be feels intangible sometimes to describe #yet it’s SO REAL #and fics like that really showcase how.. when it diverges from it

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spider-man-199999 · 9 months

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Pacifier pt 3

pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!Reader;

word count: 5K

part1 part2

warnings: mentions of sex ; Peter is younger than the reader, but still 18. Reader is around 20. Peter is trying to pin reader even though he is younger.

summary: In this one you’re hired as Morgan’s babysitter (and low-key underpaid Stark!assistant). Looking after a little girl isn’t too hard, but looking after her “big bother” as well, definitely is.

an: Peter and reader are just Tony's kids at this point. I've never really written anything about people actually being in a relationship so apologies if it's kinda sucky.

"No, we're not making an official Avengers tik-tok account, forget it." You told Peter, who had been begging you for days now.

"But it's going to be soo good! People will see the silly, goofie side of everyone and that way we can build more trust!"

"Pepper, please back me up here!"

"Peter actually has a point." Pepper said.

All of you were sitting at the dinner table, it was the first family dinner since the Starks had come back from their vacation.

"Tony, please!" you looked at him, begging him to support you this time. "Do you seriously think anyone would want to participate in supid dance trends or prank wars?"

"I'm a great dancer!" Tony said, he was taking Peter's side to mess with you.

"I cannot believe this is actually about to happen. Imagine making Steve do a tik-tok dance. Or anyone for that matter. Imagine Tony doing the makarena in the iron suit!"

"It's going to be hilarious, exactly my point!" Peter whined, drinking some of the orange juice he had poured for himself.

"I'm not doing the makarena, I have a daughter!''

"Should have thought about it before backing up Spider-man on that one!"

"Should have thought about it before back up Spider-man on that one!" Tony mocked your tone "The world should see what these hips can do! We're definitely making a tik-tok account now!"

Your "relationship" with Peter was still in the closet, since the first month wasn’t over, you didn't really feel comfortable sharing it with anyone, especially Tony. Peter on the other hand was pretty much settled down. He spent every free minute he had at the tower just to be with you, which was really getting in the way of your studying. He was a lot of help with Morgan, most of the time you felt like both of them shared one brain cell. It made so much sense now why Tony loved Peter like his own son. And that being the case, your secret relationship with him was in the clear.

You gave Morgan a tissue, helping her wipe away some of the food that was on her face. She giggled because the corner tickled her nose, turning to look at you. You smiled at her, petting her head as she continued eating with her spoon, spilling most of the contents all over the table.

"Tony, do you even know what tik-tok is?" you asked.

"I'm not that told, of course I know!"

"It's that video app that Morgan watches on your phone." You explained anyway, sure he had no idea what the conversation really was about.

"It's that? Then no, we're definitely not making a tik-tok account."

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Somehow Peter managed to persuade all of you into this. But if you think about it, he persuaded you into dating him, he could practically get anything he wanted. And because of this absurd idea, you were now setting up a phone on a tripod, placing it in the middle of the living room. Peter was next to you in his spider suit and the other Avengers were talking on the couch while you two worked.

"So you guys have to go rounds?" you asked, looking over at Peter. He had his mask off, holding it in one hand.

"Yeah, and after we film, we have to put the names after every round with an X on an O, depending on who managed to hide in time."

"Sometimes I think you started this whole thing because you don't have any friends."

"I have friends?"

You took a few steps back, seeing what was in the frame.

"Yeah? Like who? And you're not allowed to say me, we're not friends."

"Well, there's Ned and MJ."

"I don't think this is going to work out." You said, looking at the others. "You literally have gigantic, muscular men, trying to hide in a minimalistic living room. And then there's also the Hulk."

“Did you just thirst over muscular men right in front of me?” Peter laughed, placing his hand on your waist. Usually you would tense up when he did that, but since you were now dating, you didn't. "Trust me, it will be fun!"

"Mask on please, get everyone in position."

He nodded, putting his mask on and telling everyone to gather in front of the camera and pose. You stood behind the phone, looking at the frame. Everyone was in it. They were gathering like they were about to take a picture, standing in cool superhero poses.

"Okay guys, you look poster worthy. I'll count to 3 and all of you have 5 seconds to hide somewhere before the camera takes a picture!" you explained. Peter had ran through this with them before but you felt the need to explain again. "1, 2, 3..."

And you pressed record. Pure chaos was unleashed after that. Peter shot a web and stuck to the ceiling, Thor jumped over the couch along with Cap, laying flat on it so they were not visible. Hulk just grabbed the couch with both of them on it, lifting it and putting it in front of him sideways, while the others just fell on the ground on top of each other. Natasha practically jumped on an armchair that got knocked over from her force and got out of the frame entirely. The 5 seconds were over and you were barely holding in your laughter at that point. You had expected this to go badly but not nearly as bad as it actually was.

You did a few more rounds, each one more ridiculous than the previous. And after that you got to work, writing out the winners and losers to each round in your notes. Now all that was left was editing it and posting.

—

You were sitting at your desk, biting your lip as you were concentrating on figuring out where to place all the names and scores on the screen so they wouldn’t block out any important things in the video. Or should you have them appear at the end? Your work was interrupted by Peter walking in your room, making your head turn. He had the mask in his hand, still wearing the suit.

“Hi, pumpkin!” he said, which made you raise an eyebrow at him and squint your eyes in displeasure.

“That sounded ridiculously cheesy and I really hate it.’’

“I thought introducing some kind of pet name into this relationship would be nice, I need to change your name in my phone.”

“Think of another one.”

He walked over to you, a gentle kiss was immediately placed on the top of your head while his eyes wandered to your phone, looking as the video played with half of the scorings written in the middle of it.

“Ooo, did I win?” he asked, his hand resting on your shoulder.

“Mmmm, you didn’t lose definitely, but you lost a point on the third round when you stuck yourself in fetal position to Hulk’s back and he started spinning in circles trying to get you off.”

“That’s not fair! I hid well!”

“But the camera still saw you, I don’t make the rules.”

He kissed your cheek before laying down on your bed. You finished up the video and hit upload before following him. It was still new and uncomfortable for you to be affectionate with him in public, but your room offered a safe space to try. You wouldn’t shut him down when he tried making a move on you in front of the others like you used to do, but initiating intimacy yourself was really out of the picture. He put his phone away when he saw you get up, opening his arms. You lay on top of him as he wrapped his arms in a warm embrace. You relaxed your weight on him, head pressed against his chest. Cons to having a spider-man boyfriend was you were never worried you’d crush him.

“I need to say something and I don’t want it to turn into a fight.” he said, making you look at him.

You placed your hands on top of his chest, resting your head on them as you watched him.

“What is it about?” you asked.

“Since the month of us trying to date is almost over…”

“Pete… I know what you’re gonna say and the month isn’t over yet. Please don’t let it get over your head before it actually happens.”

“But we’re a week away from a month!”

“I know but a lot can happen in a week… You know exactly how much.” You told him, referring to the time you two had spent alone together almost a month ago.

“Okay, okay, baby mice steps. I get it.”

“Precisely.”

You tried to relax after the conversation, laying your head on his chest while he stroked your back gently. For some reason it was just not working to calm you down. You turned to look at him again and he was already staring, a soft smile painted across his lips. A soft sigh escaped yours, your hands reaching out to wrap around his neck and pull yourself closer to him. Still feeling uneasy from what he said, you slid your body on one of his sides, hiding your face in his neck. He giggled softly because you tickled him in the process, squeezing you gently.

“I’m sorry.” you mumbled against his neck, your hand drawing soft circles on his chest.

Peter hummed softly, raising your chin with his hand to place a soft kiss on your lips.

“It’s okay, I know I’m impatient.”

“No, I think you’re being reasonable. I’m the one who’s overreacting.”

He kissed you again, slowly and gently, his lips moving against yours while he still held your chin with his hand.

“You’re alright, babe. Baby steps.”

You nodded, letting your head fall on his shoulder this time, placing soft kisses on his jawline.

“Baby steps.” You repeated in a whisper.

You enjoyed cuddling with him more than you had anticipated, neither of you expected your primary love language to be physical touch. But Peter didn’t mind that even one bit, he loved touching you for comfort, his hands were on your legs whenever you two went somewhere with the car, no matter who was driving. He would make sure to place his hand one the small of your back whenever you two would pass each other in a hallway. His knee would touch yours under the dinner table when he was over. It was subtle and it brought the both of you so much comfort and adrenaline. You were basically hiding in plain sight.

You had no idea if Tony was onto the two of you yet or not. Peter was over way more than he used to be, he even sneaked in a few times during the night. The alarms wouldn’t go off because, well it was Peter after all. It wasn’t like you were trying to sneak in someone who wasn’t registered into the security systems. And Tony adored the kid, so he was extra happy about having him around more. Things were going pretty smoothly if anyone had to ask you.

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You hated to admit, but Peter was right. This whole tik-tok thing was an absolute hit. It humanized all of the Avengers so much that people started trusting and liking them more than ever before. You were getting millions of likes and comments on all of the videos you uploaded, which were more or less different trends. It was annoying that you had to run the whole account, like you didn’t have enough work to do.

Today you filmed the tortilla slap challenge with Bucky, Natasha and Sam. Peter desperately wanted to join it but everyone was against the idea of him publicly announcing his secret identity, especially for a tik-tok. So you made him mop up the floor after, since he wanted to be involved so badly.

All of them went into a meeting straight after that, leaving you with 10 minutes to run and grab a coffee for everyone. The 10 minutes you had were definitely not enough to make it back with so many cups. And to top it all off, the Parker family was on a mission to make it extra difficult for you. Peter was spamming your messages begging you to listen to “Yellow hearts” by Ant Saunders because somehow it was “exactly describing the relationship you two had.” And you were walking down a street, trying to reply to a message, hands full of coffee cups, when you ran into Peter’s aunt - May.

“Oh, Y\N! Lovely seeing you!” she said with a bright cheerful smile, making you look up from your phone. You were trying to support the cups with your chin while you texted, because all of them couldn’t fit in the paper bag.

“May! Hey!” you replied once you shook off the surprise, shoving the phone in your back pocket.

“How are you, sweetheart? I’ve been hearing about you lately, but not seeing enough.” she smiled, placing a hand on your arm as she spoke.

“I’m alright, a little busy actually. Are you here to pick up Parker JR after the meeting?”

“Yes, and I thought I could drink some coffee while I’m waiting. Peter recommended the place.”

“He did, didn’t he?” you asked, trying to mask how frustrated and overwhelmed you were becoming. “I need to run, I’m already late.”

“It’s okay, we can catch up another time? Dinner over at Queens this week?” she asked, but you were already walking away from her.

You turned your head to look at her in a little bit of a shock, not expecting a whole dinner invitation to her house. Your fears turned out to be true, Peter had told her about dating you.

“I’m very busy, I’ll tell the spider whenever I can.” You smiled politely at her before walking away, in the most rapid pace you could manage without actually running.

“Hey, kid, these are for you.” you heard Tony say as he walked into the living room.

You were helping Morgan with a coloring book, or rather watching her color in it from time to time while you read through your biology textbook. Exams were coming up and you didn’t have a second to spare. Tony’s voice captured your attention, making you look up and see him hold a beautiful bouquet of yellow and white roses, decorated with little daisies.

“For me? Thank you Tony, but that’s so weird.”

“They’re not from me. They were left for you at the door.”

“The front door?”

“No, by the doggy door.”

You rolled your eyes at his comment, getting up to look at the flowers yourself. In the meantime Tony took the card out reading out loud. You tried stopping him by grabbing the card but he lifted his hand up, making you jump to try to get it but failing.

“Thank you for coming to dinner last night, love, your secret boyfriend.” he read, looking at you in shock “You have a boyfriend?”

“No, I don’t.”

“Does Peter know about you having a boyfriend?”

“I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Yes, and he’s not sending you flowers at your door for having dinner with him. Who is he?”

“Tony, you’re not my dad.”

Your words made him snap out of his protective mode, giving you the flowers and the note. You took them in your arms reluctantly, reading the note to be sure he was actually right about what was written on it. Tony looked at you with an expression that you couldn’t really decode, it looked like shock, pain and worry at the same time. You were going to kill Peter, for real this time.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to sound like that.” you said, breaking the silence that had fallen upon the two of you.

He placed an arm on your shoulder, squeezing it lightly.

“Nothing to apologize for here, I know I can never replace your parents, I’m not trying either.” Tony gave your shoulder a pat, turning around to look at Morgan, who had stopped coloring and was now listening to the two of you.

“Thank you… For worrying about me, I appreciate it. I know I don’t say it enough but I value your presence in my life, or rather my presence is yours.”

“Please don’t make this more awkward than it already is.”

“Usually I’m the one who says that.”

“Would you look at that, your boyfriend has made you cheesy.”

You shook your head in disgust from his words, watching him as he walked over to Morgan and lifted her up in his arms, spinning around as he hugged her. It was your queue to leave before it got any weirder, so you gathered your books and left as fast as you could.

Shutting the door of your room behind you, phone on your ear as you had already dialed Peter’s number. He picked up on the fourth ring, right before you gave up on this call.

“Hey!” His cheerful voice on the other side of the line.

“What’s with those flowers?” you asked, cutting right to the chase.

“Don’t you like them? May said it was what I was supposed to do after you came over for dinner and she said flowers would be a ni-”

“I love the flowers, but Tony found them before I did.”

“Oh.”

“Thank you for not being dumb enough to not sign your name on that card.” you sighed, placing the bouquet on your desk next to the messy piles of notebooks. “Now he thinks I have a boyfriend.”

“But you do have a boyfriend.” he laughed softly. You could hear his smile on the other side of the line.

“I know this label makes you very happy, I’m glad it does, but please be more careful next time.”

“Alright, bet, next time I want to bring you flowers I’ll stick them to the ceiling of your room with my webs so no one else can see them.”

“Now that’s a thought.” you laughed, looking at the ceiling just to make sure he hadn’t already done that.

In reality, you weren’t mad at him for sending you flowers. You loved them, it was a very nice gesture and it made you feel warm on the inside. Sure, it wasn’t the best way to receive them and it stressed you out, but at the end of the day, you had a very good boyfriend that wanted to make you happy.

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Peter walked in the apartment holding a red rose in his hand. His smile was spread across his face as the elevator door opened in front of him, leading him into the big living space. He came here straight from school, after his Math quiz. He didn’t bother going home first to leave his backpack, went straight to a flower shop to get you a rose and head to the Stark tower so he could invite you on a very special date. He expected you to be watching over Morgan alone and it caught him by surprise when he saw Tony sitting on the couch. You were standing next to him, reading over something which he had probably given you. Tony turned his head, noticing it was Peter with the side of his eye.

“Hey, kid.” he said.

Peter froze in his spot, his heart pounding in his chest from the fear of how this was going to play out. He had to think of something really fast. He threw the rose in the air as Tony’s head moved to face you again for a second, shooting a web at it to stick it to the ceiling.

“What’s with that rose?” Tony asked a second later, after he processed what he had seen, turning fully around to look at Peter.

“What rose?” Peter replied, looking around, his hands empty now.

“I swear you were holding a rose just now.”

“No, I wasn’t. Maybe you saw my Math quiz with this big red A written on it.” The paper was folded in half and shoved in his back pocket because he was in such a rush to get here, he didn’t have time to put it in his bag. He took the paper out of his pocket, showing it to Tony.

Their conversation made you look up at Peter. You knew he was lying. The tone of his voice sounded nervous and like he was going to crack under the pressure.

“You need to work on your lying skills.” Tony said, turning his back to him and looking at you again. You looked at Peter, then at Tony and your gaze fell on the papers.

“Everything seems fine.” You told Tony, handing him the red folder back. He had hired some new engineers for his labs, helping him and wanted you to review their work just in case. It wasn’t like you were majoring in engineering, your passion was biology and biochemistry, but you just knew math well enough to spot any mistake if there was any.

“Okay, thank you. You’re free now” He told you, reading through the folder again.

Ten minutes later Tony was still sitting on the couch, reading through the folder. You and Peter silently decided to study on the kitchen table across from each other. You were already engrossed in the textbook you were reading, highlighting, writing things down in your notebook, sticking sticky notes in the book. You were trying your best to ignore Peter’s constant fidgeting in his seat, the annoyed flipping through pages with sighs escaping his lips. His hands moving on the table when he would get bored, making you flinch in your seat, worried he would try to touch you in front of Tony. You heard silent ripping of paper, trying to ignore it, but Peter threw it a small paper ball at you to get your attention. You looked over at him, annoyed by his overall behavior in the last 10 minutes. Both of you had finals knocking at your doors and he was doing everything in his power to distract you. He pointed at the ceiling as soon as your eyes met, making you look in the direction. And there it was, the rose Tony was talking about earlier, a single red rose, webbed onto the ceiling. You wanted to burst out laughing but held yourself back, looking at Peter again. He was writing something, passing it to you a few seconds later.

“Will you be my prom date?” it read, looking at him and shaking your head no. You had already told him a million times you were not going to do it. He pouted, putting his hands together and locking his fingers into a prayer, begging you to say yes. You shook your head again, giving him back the note.

“What the hell are you two doing?” Tony asked, making the two of you jump in your seats.

He had been looking at the two of you for the past 5 minutes, he saw the rose as well, saw Peter begging you and you declining. He was standing by the table. This whole time you felt like you were in detention with Peter, and now that Tony caught you, the feeling got deeper. Neither of you said anything, staring at Tony in shock. And since you wouldn’t speak, Tony took the paper and laughed.

“I don’t think her boyfriend is gonna like that.”

“Her boyfriend?” Peter asked, looking at you.

“Yeah, she has a boyfriend.”

“I don’t think he’ll mind.” Peter continued.

“I definitely think he will.”

“No he won’t, he’ll be quite happy actually.”

“What is making you think that?”

“Because it’s me, I’m her boyfriend.”

You didn’t say a word the entire conversation. A few weird looks were shared between the three of you in complete silence. You felt like you wanted to die. Peter turned to stare at you, waiting for you to confirm it. Tony was staring at you too, unsure if this was real or another attempt of Peter’s to flirt with you. Then he laughed, Tony started laughing loudly and sincerely. He was laughing so hard you could see a tear running down his cheek. Peter whined, throwing his head back in frustration from his reaction.

“It’s true! Tell him!”

You gulped, looking at the still-laughing Tony.

“It is.” you almost whispered, hoping he wouldn’t hear you.

“Wait.” Tony stopped, looking at the two of you with furrowed brows. “Really?”

“Yeah.” you said, nodding softly.

—

The lights flashed softly as you walked in, blinding you for a second. You tried to walk in a straight line but the lights did not help you at all. You grabbed Peter’s arm for support, scared you would miss a threshold that had suddenly appeared out of nowhere and trip. Peter looked over at you in concern, thinking something had suddenly made you anxious. You looked at him as well, blinking rapidly, trying to adjust to the light changing all of a sudden. Your hand was holding his biceps, squeezing it softly. He placed his other hand on yours, patting softly. He stared at you until you nodded that you were okay now and you could continue walking. Of all the cringe things you were expecting to see tonight, a disco ball was definitely not on the list.

“Penis Parker with an actual date to prom? This will go down in history as the biggest plot twist!” You heard a somewhat familiar voice from behind you, turning around only to be faced with Flash.

“Oh, it’s that annoying guy.” You said, looking at Peter, who nodded in agreement.

“Wait, I know you, you were at my party once.”

“Unfortunately, yes, I was.”

“Why are you with that loser, ditch him, you should be my date instead.” Flash said, reaching a level of annoyance you didn’t even know existed.

“Sorry, I don’t do charity work on evenings but you can try the homeless kitchen in Queens on Saturdays and Tuesdays, I’m usually there to help on those days.” you told him as Peter wrapped his arm around your waist. “Plus we’re kind of already matching.” you pointed at Peter. “Your costume wannabe will clash with my dress and that’s a big no from me.”

Peter was trying his best not to laugh as you were absolutely destroying Flash verbally. It brought back memories from when you used to do the same with his attempts to flirt.

“Jesus Christ, I don’t want to know what kind of sado-maso sex you two freaks are having.”

“Did you just call me a sadist? I didn’t know you could read people so well, Flash!” you asked, looking at Peter for back up.

“Okay, that’s enough.” Peter said, pulling you closer to him and walking the two of you away. “That was brutal, can’t let you ruin his ego on his prom night!”

“Someone had to do it!” you whined, your hands crossing in front of your chest.

“We’re here to have a good time! Come on! Let’s dance and not think about Flash.”

“Remind me, how exactly did you convince me to come to this? I hated my own prom and I’m definitely hating yours too.”

“You want me to remind you?”

You nodded, his hands resting on each side of your hips as he looked at you. His forehead pressed against yours, placing a soft kiss on your cheek.

“Are you sure you want me to remind you here?” he whispered in your ear.

You nodded again, looking at him. Your arms still crossed on your chest.

“In front of all these people?” He asked with a fake shocked expression on his face, pulling your body closer. You rolled your eyes at him, his arms wrapping around you, chests pressed together.

Your heartbeat accelerated as you looked at him, faces inches away from each other. His hot breath glided across the skin on your face, making your eyes fall shut as his lips gently touched yours. His fingers dug into the soft skin on your back. You rested your hands on his chest as he kissed you, consciously trying not to ruin his suit by grabbing anything you shouldn’t. He wasn’t that careful tho, his other hands scrunching the fabric that was so perfectly wrapped around your waistline, in desperate attempts to feel your body closer to his.

“Did I remind you?” he asked, breath heavy as he broke the kiss seconds before.

“You basically just admit to seducing me into this.” you told him, your head resting on his shoulder as he rocked the two of you gently to the rhythm of the blues that was playing in the background.

“You can never just fall on your back, can you?”

“Never!”

The two of you laughed, him kissing your forehead as you continued swaying, wrapped in each other's embrace.

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crushingonevery1 · 3 months

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Im okay (part 1)

Warning: nothing really, slight mention of anxiety, reader has a chip in her body, i think that's it

Pairings: Peter Parker x girlfriend reader

School just ended and Peter and you were sitting in detention after being caught talking in class. You were both guilty of getting detention on purpose more times than you would like to admit. Your uncle and aunt were never home during this time so you got the most freedom to spend time with Peter. And currently, they were both on a business trip and had locked the mansion basically leaving you on the streets to fend for yourself for the week. You weren't complaining tho May and Peter had very generously offered for you to live with them whenever that happened, cause it happened way too much. Your uncle would come to find you through the tracker installed in your shoulder once they were back. You were sure he knew about Peter but just didn't care or didn't find a 17-year-old too dangerous for his "asset".

You were both just exiting school and going back home when Peter got a call from Mr Stark of course you knew about him being Spiderman so after reassuring him that you will be fine and that he should hurry up, you made your way towards Peter's while he left for the avengers tower.

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At the tower, it had been a few minutes since the quinjet had landed and everyone was scattered in the living room and kitchen filling up. Peter was texting you every detail of his mission and happily smiling when you told him you were proud of him. Obviously everyone noticed that the usually talkative teen boy was smiling and blushing towards his phone and not talking to anyone or even replying when Tony called out to him. so Tony after getting ignored for the second time finally pulled out Peter's phone out of his hand looking at who he was texting.

"TONY!!" Pepper shouted clearly unimpressed.

"Relax pep I'm basically his dad" he replied very confidently looking through the texts before finally clicking on your pic. All the while Peter just sat quietly trusting Mr Stark with anything and deciding it was about time he told them about you despite you saying no.

"Who you texting kid??" asked Sam all the way from the kitchen clearly entertained knowing Tony was in for an ass-whooping later.

"umm... my girlfriend..." that got everyone's attention. It was TOO quiet for a good 2 mins before Tony finally pitched in.

"She's cute. Although I'm not sure telling her every detail of our mission to impress her is a good idea, you are not THAT ugly kid."

"WAIT WHAT!!!"spoke the one and only captain america " Peter how could you be so reckless!!". He was clearly disappointed and usually peter would instantly apologise when he saw someone upset. not this time tho, he felt the need to defend you.

"no shes not like that i swear, she would never... She's already got so much of her own stuff going on she can't and she won't."

Seeing the usually too obedient kid argue against cap everyone understand whoever you were, you were important to Peter and they will figure out whether you were a danger or not before passing anymore comments to hurt the kid. They all kept quiet and Peter was about to apologise for being rude when Scott spoke up from the couch next to him. "so hey, when do we get to meet her?? How long has it been? How'd you meet? Give us the deets kid."

Seeing all of them waiting impatiently for his answer made him a lot more calmer before he decided to answer a few questions they might have.

"Her name's y/n. She's in my maths class, and she's like super smart, like more than me. We started officially dating like a month back but we were best friends before that too. She's really close with Ned and MJ too!!" He was practically shouting out of excitement by the time he finished. They smiled widely at the whipped teenager remembering their own first loves and congratulating the spider. When everyone was done sharing their first love experiences Tony finally spoke "As much as I loved hearing about Manchurian candidate being a complete chick magnet, circling back to the exciting part of today, Underoos,when do we get to meet the spider girl?" This made Peter blush profusely before he finally spoke

"Mr stark, you know how my birthday is next week ??" At this tiny doubtfully nods, clearly dissatisfied that his question was ignored. Ignoring the expression on the older man's face Peter continues "Do you think you could throw me an early birthday party...like today?"

Completely forgetting everything at the name of a party Tony very happily replied "You got it Underoos, EVERYONE!! TONIGHT AT 8!! MY KID'S TURNING LEGAL!!"

"next week stark, the kid turns legal next week, you're not letting him drink today"

Ignoring the fight in the background between Tony and Steve everyone went back to whatever they were doing while Peter made his way to the kitchen where Sam, Bucky, Pepper and thor and loki sat. He quickly took a seat at the table dialing your number extremely excited to hear your voice.

"hey honey, did you reach home safe??" "Yes I did Pete I texted you remember?"

"Right!Is may home?" "No she went to help aunt Betty she told us yesterday at dinner"

"oh that's even better! Hey Mr stark is throwing me a birthday party tonight can you please join us it would mean the world to me" "ofc Pete anything. But...your birthday's next week isn't it ?"

By now the convo between Bucky and thor had calmed down and they were all very much listening to your conversation with zero shame.

"Yea! Yea ikr! I told Mr stark but you know him, he's so ...extravagant!!so he just wanted to have a early celebration" the lie made everyone hearing cringe very evidently but they awaited your reply not expecting you to buy that.

"right... I'll be there ofc but umm...you think u could meet me at the gate...I don't want to have to walk in among all the supers completely alone... actually nevermind I'm being a baby I'll be there, you enjoy with your frien-" "hey relax, breathe for me, I'll be coming home in a bit we'll get ready together and come to the party together don't worry, okay ? Rest well honey I'll be home in an hour"

They were superheros for godsake your unusual anxiety instead of excitement over your boyfriend's birthday was wayyyy too obvious in your voice, but there was currently a bigger issue at hand...

"YOU'RE LIVING TOGETHER?!?"

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#peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker fluff #peter parker and tony stark #avengers x reader #avengers x teen!reader #marvel x reader

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megamindsupremacy · 4 months

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Misc Marvel Fic Recs (part 7)

ghosts in the machine by hollimichele

History, Peggy has learned, never tells the whole story.

romantic tomography by pigeonstatueconundrum

Remaining neutral about Eddie Brock was much easier in principle when he’s the unseen ex of your girlfriend, a little harder in practise when you’ve helped him through the worst week of his life.

“Pay up.” Anne flops down next to him on the couch two months later. They’re still fishing bits of the Life Foundation Rocket out of the Pacific, but no evil or chaotic neutral ex-terrestrial goo has been recovered. Supposedly.

Dan fishes the promised $20 out of his wallet, “He finally told you.”

Dr Dan Lewis would like to stop feeling like the third billed in the romantic comedy that is his life.

call every girl we ever met maria by irnan

"You're telling me," Rhodey said, gleeful, "you're telling me that you've been shot, stabbed, sewn up, been riddled with shrapnel, had a magnet implanted in your chest, spent two years poisoning yourself with palladium, spent twenty years as a functioning alcoholic and had a vasectomy and you still managed to knock Pepper up?"

decoys by littlerhymes

The serum makes Steve stronger, but not bigger. Instead of a superhero, he becomes a spy.

Respectibility, Politics by brawltogethernow

Per the prompt, "the Spider-Man fic where anti-mutant bigots think JJ is one of them because of how he is about Spider-Man and he experiences no personal insight whatsoever in reaction to this but is so offended he dedicates the front cover of the Bugle to spotlighting the X-Men for like three days straight and Peter is keysmash feelings".

Blips on the Record by ambivalentangst

Flash, let it be known, doesn’t like Peter. He’s too good at everything—infuriatingly so—and nobody ever calls him on his bullshit, like with AcaDec nationals. Flash has to put his all into everything he does for a fraction of the attention Peter gets for his bare minimum, and it pisses him off, to say the least, so sue him for looking for chances here and there to knock him down a peg.

However, when he notices, he shuts his entire operation down.

Maybe Peter has a decade on his age when he was in the thick of it, but Flash remembers what it was like. He gets having school be a safe place, and nobody, not even himself, is going to jeopardize that for Peter.

Flash Thompson’s story is not simple, Peter Parker can always use someone else in his corner, and secrets are had and protected by all.

Far Out by Bergen

It all started the way it usually did; with Tony doubting his own sanity. “Happy,” he said, turning the paper over, then turning it back, squinting at it. “What the hell is this?” Happy barely glanced up from his phone. “How should I know? I just drive you around, I don’t try to understand your designs. You’re the one who left it in the back of the car yesterday.” Tony turned the paper towards Happy, tapping a finger against the scribbles in the margin. “I didn’t write that. I thought it, but I didn’t write it. What sorcery is this?” “Oh shit, sorry,” Happy said, expression resigned. “I’m guessing the kid went through them when I drove him to school this morning. He has no regard for personal boundaries.” “The kid.” “Um— My girlfriend, she has a—“ “Your stepson did these calculations?” “That’s not entirely—“ “Bring him to me,” Tony commanded.

Where the Need is Greatest by Niitza

In which Steve Rogers takes one look at the history of American military interventions since the end of World War II and nopes straight out of it, follows in his Ma's footsteps to become a paramedic, joins Doctors Without Borders, gets sent on an unsanctioned humanitarian mission to Syria, and somehow still ends up being a determining factor in Hydra's downfall - all of this without throwing a single punch.

Somehow, he's okay with it.

If you wanna be my lover (you gotta get with my friends) by mindshelter

MJ still remembers Ned’s initial disbelief when Peter—infamous for missing class back in sophomore year, suspended for two weeks freshman year—finished his bit of the group write-up four days early. The work was perfect, and so was Ned's chemistry grade. After that it was Peter this, Peter that, Peter parted the Red Sea, it’s true, MJ, I was there; I saw it. MJ, hey, are you listening?

Then Ned says, “We should invite Peter to join AcaDec.”

or;

peter isn’t rock bottom on midtown’s social ladder; he’s underground. friendless, rumoured to get into street fights. ned declares him bestie material anyway, and mj catches feelings.

she also meets tony stark(?) in foodtown, of all places, and makes a spider-man(??) sighting.

Cannon Fodder by KieraSayre

During the war, Steve and Bucky get stuck with press duty. Sometimes reporters are racist assholes. The Howling Commandos decide to take this as an opportunity to get creative.

you had your soul with you by napricot

Three timelines and a Reverse Time Heist.

#fic recs #marvel fic recs #marvel fic rec list #fic rec list

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marvelstarker-mha98 · 4 months

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The Runaway Distance Life Of A Little Stark chapter 30: Last Will And Testament

Pairing: Tony Stark & daughter!Reader, Pepper potts x tony stark, Happy hogan, tony stark & Pepper potts, Maria hill & Tony stark, Ben parker, may parker & peter parker, Matt Murdoch & Foggy Nelson, Steve rogers, Natasha romanoff, Sam Wilson & Nick Fury, Tony Stark & Harley Keener

Summary: Two Families meet and now it is THE WILL

Warning: Tears and flashbacks

Co author with: callikc Tag: @venomsvl @geeksareunique

May found solace when being with friends and family.

She always had.

As she spoke to Ned Leeds' parents, Dulce and Nina, and MJ's mother, Louise, she felt the grief die down just a little. It wasn't gone by any means, but at least it was manageable.

(Pretend This is ned's Filipina moms, Dulce and Nina, up to you which one is who.) "It'll be lonely without her." Nina was saying with a downcast look. "She loved our cooking."

Dulce smiled sadly and put an arm around her shoulders. "She did. She always looked out for Ned, too."

"She loved those boys."

Louise nodded in agreement. "She helped out in the cafe as well. I'd have been lost without her."

(yes this is Hallie Berry as Louise Jones. M.J's mom) "She did?" May asked.

"All the time. If Michelle got sick or I was too busy then (Y/n) was there in a heartbeat. She donated all she had sometimes to keep the place running."

The Peter Pan Donut & Pastry Shop was a cozy little place.

It was warm and open and Louise took pride in keeping the cafe up to the best standards. It was her childhood dream to own a quaint yet homey place like this and now in adulthood she never wavered from that dream.

You were sitting at the counter with a steaming mug of warm coffee and the famous quiche from the menu. It was one of the very rare days where you didn't have to be at SHIELD or take care of the kids and so you took the day for yourself to simply relax. You enjoyed the atmosphere of the cafe and had become quickly acquainted with Louise due to how often you were there.

So when you noticed Louise stressing out after receiving what looked like a troubling phone call, you were understandably concerned. "Is everything okay?" You asked softly.

Louise shook her head as she put down her phone. "It's my mom."

"What happened?"

"She had a fall again."

"Oh, God. Is she okay?"

"They think so. An ambulance was called and she's in the hospital for scans. I can't leave her there but I can't take Michelle either. And with the hospital bills these days, I'd have to sell this place just to pay half!"

"Hey, it's okay." You quickly set down your mug and stood from your stool to walk over. "I'll help. Name anything, I'll do it."

Louise sighed. "Ellen, I couldn't ask you to do that."

"I'm offering. I know it can't be easy running this place and being a mom at the same time so please. I'll take care of MJ, I'll take over here for a bit, I'll even contribute with the bills. I don't want you struggling if I can help."

"You're too good for this world, you know that?"

"Trust me, I'm not. I'm just a good friend."

"I don't want to put you out."

"You wouldn't, I promise. Just go see your mom now and I'll cook for MJ when she finishes school. I'll bring Ned and Peter too."

Louise considered you for a moment before ultimately nodding. "Thank you, Ellen."

"Of course."

Louise smiled as she remembered particular moments such as that.

"She was too good." She said.

Dulce nodded in agreement and then looked to the swing set on the far side of the grounds where the kids were sitting. Ned and MJ were comforting Peter as he cried.

"Poor boy." She said. "I can't imagine how he feels. Losing his parents and then (Y/n)."

May looked over as well with a pained gaze. "He always wanted a sister. For days all we could hear was his crying. We never realized how much he loved her."

"What's happening to her apartment?" Nina asked. "I'm sure you have so many memories there. Will it be sold again after the clear out?"

"Honestly..." May hesitated and shook her head. "I don't know at the moment. I'll have to discuss it with Ben and the landlord. I don't think either of us has the heart to let it go."

"I understand. It can't be easy."

"No. Apparently (Y/n) has a lawyer she talked to about this. We'll see him too I hope."

On cue, Ben appeared. He had previously been talking to some of his friends from work and then Mr. Delmar before Foggy had approached him.

"Hi, honey." He said to May, kissing her cheek softly. "The lawyers are here to talk about (Y/n).”

She didn't reply but did take a very shaky breath and nodded to show she understood. Ben then called for Peter to come over as well.

"Are you sure?" She asked, nervous. "I don't think he's old enough to hear this."

"I know." He assured her. "It's just for a little while, in case she left something for him."

"We could just have the lawyers call us."

"They're here now so we might as well deal with it while we can. I'm sorry."

She sighed, then nodded again. "Okay. I guess so." Once Peter came over, they parted ways with Dulce, Nina, and Louise and joined Foggy who greeted them with a sheepish 'hi' and his condolences. He led them over to where a group of people stood.

"They're here." Agent Hill called.

Soon enough, the Parkers were officially introduced to Tony.

"This is May and Ben Parker." Hill explained. "And their nephew, Peter."

After simple greetings were exchanged, Matt also introduced himself.

"I know this is a hard and trying time and I'm sorry to have to discuss this now, but there are a series of requests that (Y/n) had if she were to die. There's an office inside the cathedral we can talk in."

Tony took a moment to let everything sink in. However, as he went to talk, he noticed Harley again. The boy looked as if he was trying to sneak away.

"Give me a minute." He told the others, disappearing instantly.

Harley seemed as if he was trying to hail down a taxi, and he was attempting to be subtle about it. It didn't work.

Tony crossed the cemetery grounds, his hands shoved in his pockets as he avoided the eyes of the onlookers. It was easier than having to force a smile or muster up yet another thanks for their condolences. Harley was still trying to catch the eye of a taxi driver as Tony stopped behind his old friend.

"Well, well, well." He spoke up, surprising the boy. "Hello again."

Harley froze in surprise and whirled around. "I'm not here."

(idk if he was 11 here so just pretend he is) Tony raised a brow. "Unless I've hit the blind age in the last minute, yeah, you are."

He looked down, not knowing what to say.

"I know what you're doing." Tony told him.

Harley seemed like he wanted to argue but ultimately backed away from the road as he raised his head again.

"Don't tell my mom." He mumbled.

Tony walked over, managing a small but genuine smile. It was one of the only few he could muster up that day. "And what would I not be telling her?" He teased.

"You know..." Harley trailed off for a moment. "That I snuck all the way to New York to go to a funeral."

"Alone?"

"Yeah. Alone."

"What are you now, like... Ten?"

Harley frowned. "Eleven and a half."

He sighed. "Jesus, kid."

Tony then glanced over to where everyone else was still waiting for him to return. He looked back at Harley.

"Stick around for a little bit, alright?" He asked. "We'll catch up later and you can tell me how that potato gun's going."

With a sad but subtle and excited smile, the boy nodded. "Okay."

"Good one. I'll see you later."

He put a hand on Harley's shoulder and gave it a light and comforting squeeze. Then he turned around and headed back to everyone else.

"Everything okay?" Pepper asked once he came back.

Tony nodded. "Yeah. Just an old friend."

"That boy?" Roberta questioned.

"Yeah, long story. Actually, can you keep an eye on him?"

"Of course, dear. What's his name?"

"Harley Keener." He nodded in thanks. "He's a good kid."

She smiled. "I'm sure he is."

As this took place, some others were having a discussion over another grave.

Fury's one.

Steve and Sam were reminiscing on the fall of the Triskelion and how the aftermath and cleanup was going.

"So, you've experienced this sort of thing before." The real Fury spoke up, appearing beside them.

"You get used to it." Steve confessed.

He nodded in agreement. "We've been data mining HYDRA's files. Looks like a lot of rats didn't go down with the ship. I'm headed to Europe tonight. I wanted to ask if you'd come."

He hesitated, still looking down at the grave. "There's something I gotta do first."

"How about you, Wilson? Could use a man with your abilities."

Sam also thought about it for a few moments. "I'm more of a soldier than a spy."

Again, Fury nodded, shaking both their hands. "Alright, then. Anybody asks for me, tell them they can find me. Right here."

He motioned to the grave.

"You should be honored." Natasha spoke up, joining them. "That's about as close as he gets to saying thank you."

"Not going with him?" Steve asked.

"Nope."

"Not staying here?"

"Nah. I blew all my covers. Gotta go figure out a new one."

"That might take a while."

"I'm counting on it." She gave him a smile before showing a file she had tucked away in her jacket. "That thing you asked for. I called in a few favors from Kiev."

She handed Steve the file as the others watched. It was a very old collection of notes and personal entries from long ago, and, hopefully, it would allow him to find his long lost best friend.

"Will you do me a favor?" Natasha asked, causing him to look up. "Call that nurse."

Steve scoffed in amusement. "She's not a nurse."

"And you're not a SHIELD agent."

He looked down, knowing it was very true. "What was her name again?"

"Sharon. She's nice."

Then, with a loving smile, she kissed his cheek softly. Steve also smiled at the gesture before he looked down at the file in his hand again.

"Steve." Natasha said. "Be careful. You might not want to pull on that thread."

"You're going after him." Sam stated, noticing the file also.

"You don't have to come with me." Steve said.

"I know. When do we start?"

"Before you go-" Fury chimed in, drawing their attention. "You might wanna stay behind until after Stark is done with (Y/n)'s lawyer."

Steve looked at him, curious. "Why?"

"Because she didn't just leave something to her father, she left something to the whole team as well."

They each shared a look.

"Now I best be off." Fury continued. "I think you should tell the others."

"We will." Natasha said.

In the private office inside the cathedral, your last will and testament was finally being told.

Tony, Pepper, Happy, and Rhodey were sitting on one side of a table with the Parkers on the other side and Matt and Foggy at the head of it.

Hill was waiting outside with Roberta and Harley. "Now that we're all here..." Matt began. "Mr. Stark, (Y/n) wanted you to know that the Parkers were the family she was assigned to watch over. She always spoke fondly and said family comes in all forms and that you're always allowed more than just one in your life. She thought of both of you as her family."

Tony watched the Parkers curiously, thinking back on seeing them earlier. He had suspected right from the start that it could have been them solely because they were some of the most heartbroken looking people in attendance.

He looked at the boy again. Peter.

He was shy and nervous, hiding behind his aunt and uncle and only occasionally peering out at everyone else.

"(Y/n) also told me that she didn't want Peter to sit through this longer than he needed to." Matt added. "She was worried he was a bit young for it all."

May nodded in understanding. "She left something for him in particular then?"

"Yes, she did."

He nodded to Foggy who took a small and square neatly-wrapped box from his bag. With a friendly smile he offered the gift to Peter.

"It's okay." Ben told him, encouraging his nephew to accept it. "It's a present from (Y/n)."

Everyone watched curiously as Peter gingerly took the box into his own hands.

"What is it?" He mumbled.

"(Y/n) said it was something you always wanted." Foggy explained. "It took her a while to configure but she said it would be worth it to make you happy."

Peter sniffled as he found a part of the wrapped box to tear. He was careful, as if handling glass, and hesitated with each movement until finally he could open it.

Inside, on a velvet cushion, was a watch.

It looked fancy, the color scheme black and red, with a shining face that gleamed in the light. Peter stared long and hard as his bottom lip trembled.

The others waited with bated breath for him to tenderly place the watch around his wrist. His hands trembled too much for him to do the strap and so Ben helped him with it. Then, as it was secured around Peter's arm, the face of the watch began to glow.

(Just ignore the Hairy arm) A pale blue hologram shot up from the face of the watch, catching everyone with the glow. Much to their surprise, a female voice came from the hologram.

"Hello, Peter Parker. My name is Karen. I am the natural-language user interface created by Ellen Campbell, otherwise known as Miss (Y/n) Stark. I was designed to work alongside and aid you in your everyday duties."

Peter gasped in surprise alongside May.

"W-What is that?" She questioned. "I don't... What's a user interface?"

"It's... Some kind of hologram?" Foggy guessed, not knowing what it was either. "A video?"

"An AI." Tony stated, gazing at 'Karen' in genuine awe. "She made her own AI. That's... Amazing."

It was over a year ago now that Peter had discovered who you really were.

He had been dropped off at the apartment building by Ned's moms after school and was heading straight to your place since May and Ben were attending a party at the hospital May worked at. It was adults only so you had volunteered to watch over him immediately, and it wasn't like he was ever going to say no to an evening with his honorary big sister.

When you didn't answer the door right away he simply found the spare key and let himself in since he knew where it was.

"Ellen?" He called out.

The apartment was silent.

He frowned and dropped his bag, continuing to call out your name for a minute before finally someone responded. Only, it wasn't you. It was another voice entirely.

"Good evening, Peter." The voice didn't seem to have a source. "I am glad you got to Miss (Y/n) Stark's residence safely."

Peter stared with bulging eyes as he spun around wildly in an attempt to locate a person.

"W-Where are you?" He asked fearfully. "How do you know Ellen's name?"

"Forgive me, Peter. I did not mean to scare you. My name is FRIDAY. Miss created me to be her artificial intelligence service."

"What? That means... Ellen... Made you?"

"She did."

After this processed, he calmed a little, reassured by the explanation. After all, something made by you wouldn't hurt him.

"Are you alright?" FRIDAY asked. "You appear to have elevated breathing and heart spikes."

Peter found himself staring at the ceiling as he talked. "I'm okay. It's just really cool."

"Me?"

"Yeah! I mean, (Y/n) - Ellen - she has her own AI?"

"Miss is very talented."

"She's awesome!" He grinned. "How did she do it? Do you have a code? Are you portable or just for the apartment? How long did it take?"

"I am sure Miss Stark will explain everything." She replied.

"Oh! Yeah. Sorry. Where is she, by the way?"

"I am afraid she is stuck in traffic. She said, and I quote, 'This goddamn traffic is killing me. Get your douche canoe out of my lane before I kick your ass into next year, you twit-womble.'"

Peter burst out into giggles at that. Not only because it was definitely a thing you'd say, but because the flat tone of FRIDAY's voice somehow made it even funnier.

"A delay of fifty-two minutes is expected." She added.

Peter composed himself, but was admittedly dejected because of the update. It would be boring without you.

"Did she say anything else?" He asked.

"Miss did mention she would bring your favorite pizza and finish the keyboard project to make up for her delay."

He smiled at that.

He then proceeded to spend the next hour of waiting chatting away to FRIDAY and asking all sorts of questions as he worked on his homework for the weekend.

As soon as he heard the lock click he sprung to his feet with a toothy grin plastered on his face.

"Ellen!"

You barely had time to close the door behind you before he barrelled into you at top speed with a tight hug. You couldn't help but laugh, holding a warm pizza box in one hand and your work bag in the other.

"Hey, kiddo." You chuckled, dropping the work bag on the floor so you could ruffle his hair. "How've you been?"

"Alive." Peter shrugged. "I really missed you, though."

"I missed you too, Pete."

He stepped back and noticed the pizza, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. You playfully rolled your eyes and handed him the box which was thrown open in seconds.

"Am I forgiven?" You asked with a laugh.

Peter, already with a mouthful, nodded enthusiastically. "Always!"

You smiled and sat next to him on the couch. "Sorry about the traffic. Things were hectic."

"I get it. Too many douche canoes out there, huh?"

Your eyes widened. "What?"

He smirked. "I got your voice message from FRIDAY."

"Oh... Oh! Right, uh... Don't tell your aunt and uncle. I'm on thin ice after the pool incident."

"I promise. As long as I get free pizza for life."

"Sure thing. Anything for you." You relaxed in the seat. "So you met FRIDAY?"

He nodded. "She's super cool. She said you created her years ago."

"I did."

"No way! How?"

"Weeks of insomnia, rock music classics, and a whole lotta free time."

"Can you make me one?"

You playfully shrugged. "I don't know."

He pouted, putting the pizza box down to grab your arm with both hands.

"Please." He begged, shaking your arm several times. "I'll be so good! I'll clean the apartment, I'll bake you cookies, I'll make you something too! Anything!"

You laughed as he started listing all the possible chores he could think of.

"Relax, child." You said. "I'll see what I can do."

His entire face lit up.

"Thank you!" He threw himself at you in another hug. "I love you so much, Ellen!"

You held him close and kissed the top of his head. "I love you too, Pete."

"Miss Stark wanted me to assist you with whatever you may require." Karen explained.

Peter, shaken from the memory, tried desperately not to start crying again. He couldn't believe that even after all you dealt with in your life, both as Ellen and as (Y/n), that you still found the time to make him something he asked for over a year ago. He wished he could thank you in person.

"I hope we can be friends." He said after mustering the courage to talk again.

"I'm sure we will." She replied. "Miss Stark made sure we were compatible as friends were she to have to leave."

It was horrible to have to see such a young kid mourn the loss of someone who clearly meant the world to him. It was hitting Tony particularly hard. He didn't even know the kid and yet the thought of you making such an important gift for him just showed how much you loved Peter. Because of this, he couldn't help but feel as if he had to know him, to understand what it was like being so close to you.

If this was just the first gift, he couldn't help but wonder what else lay in store.

A little while later, Peter had been sent out of the room to stay with Roberta and the others while the rest of the will was read and the mementos given out.

"(Y/n) left a message." Matt explained near the end. "In the case of her death she wanted to leave something personal, to tell her family what we can't."

Foggy had placed a laptop on the table by now and positioned it so everyone could see. Right away the screen showed an image of you sitting in a very big and comfy looking chair with a warm smile.

The mixed feelings could be seen all over in the room. Tony reached for Pepper's hand, scared to hear your voice again, to hear what you had to say to him.

"Everyone ready?" Foggy asked.

A few more mixed looks were exchanged but ultimately each person nodded. With this permission, he pressed play.

"Hi, everyone." You greeted.

Immediately the nerves could be heard in your tone. You were scared, or worried, yet it was clear you wanted to appear casual and collected.

"This must be weird, huh? I'm pretty sure you'll only see this if I, uh... Well, if I kick the bucket." You paused, yet forced out another smile. "I mean, that's the plan anyway. If I do happen to be on the highway to hell or stairway to heaven, then I'm sorry. I'm sorry that you're probably sitting there watching this as part of the will I'm writing. Who's shocked, really? After all, us Starks don't tend to get a long life span."

There were sad smiles around the room as you attempted the joke.

"I'm alive for now, at least. I hired lawyers ahead of time because... I don't really know... Just because. I want everything planned. After all, who knows how they're going to die? I could try the cool thing and sacrifice myself. I could be in a car accident. I could even slip on the stairs. You just never know until it's time. Maybe the threat from all those years ago will finally follow through and I'll be assassinated." You tried to smile again but it didn't work that time. "Sorry to keep joking. I think that's another Stark thing. Humor to protect against fear."

You sighed, taking a slow breath.

"I am scared, I won't lie. But not of death. I'm scared to lose you. Dad, Pepper, Happy, Uncle Rhodey... Ben, May, and Peter. You've all changed my life in some way and I think in the end I'm better off for it. I'm glad my two families get to meet each other. I'm sorry that Peter can't stay for this but he's just a kid and I can't put him through this kind of thing again. He's suffered enough. I hope he likes Karen."

There was a silence.

"Uncle Ben, Aunt May." You closed your eyes for a moment. "I love you both so much. I'm leaving you my SHIELD salary. All I saved up, it's yours. Every 60k note."

The couple were shocked and shared a stunned look. Tony and the others were also quite surprised, mostly because of how generous it was and just how much it was to give away.

"Of course she did." May whispered.

"We can't." Ben said. "We can't take that."

As if you were actually in the room, you began talking again.

"I know, I know." You chuckled. "I know you're going to say you can't take it or it's too much or something like that. But please, for me. You're amazing people and I want you to have it, and I want Peter to have it. Send him to MIT. It's where he's always wanted to go. And I'm sorry that I didn't tell you who I was, May."

You sighed.

"There's a lot of reasons, but mostly because I wanted to protect you. You loved me like a mother and I was so scared I'd lose you if you knew the truth. Fury also made the call, and I respected it. You didn't ask, so I didn't tell. I'm so sorry. I'm glad we had some good times, though. Cooking dinner for Ben and Peter was always my favorite thing to do with you. And thank you, Ben, for knowing who I am and keeping my secret. I can never thank you enough for everything you did for me. You might have been ordered to accept me, but I like to think I was genuinely loveable"

Ben and May both smiled sadly. Then there was a pause, and you looked down at the ground.

"Thanks for letting me look after Peter, by the way. I know it can't have been easy letting a stranger into your lives and trusting me with your nephew, but you did. I was vulnerable back then and I guess part of me still is with everything that's happening, but your family was the best gift I ever got. I'm just a normal person with you, and that's a feeling I love."

By the end of the dedication, May could feel tears brimming her eyes. She turned to her husband and leaned into his embrace as Ben watched the rest of the video sadly. Pepper, Rhodey, and Happy watched the Parkers both with curiosity and gratitude. They had each missed you dearly but knowing you were so looked after by loving people was a kind of solace for them.

Tony couldn't say the same. He was also grateful, that much was true, but he couldn't help but feel jealous. He was supposed to protect you, you weren't supposed to be forced into the care of strangers. Still, he was hoping he could talk to them after everything to see if they could help him understand what you were like.

"Now comes the real tear-jerker." You spoke up again, drawing everyone's attention back to the video. "Pepper, Happy, Rhodey... And Dad. I have so much to say but no one to hear it and that's the worst part of all this hiding. Still, talking to a camera is easy compared to everything else, I gotta admit. It's been so many years now... Six, I think? I've lost count. The days all sort of merge into one eventually. But the least you deserve to know is that I never stopped missing everyone. Every day I thought about you and what could happen if I came back. I just... I never found the will to make it happen."

You looked up again and your eyes sparkled with emotion. You spoke so softly that your voice was almost incomprehensible.

"Uncle Rhodey... You were my best friend growing up. You and Mama Rhodes were just... Amazing. Incredible. Thanks for looking out for me, from dropping me off on the first day of school and picking me up on the last, even though you had all those military duties going on. You're a good guy, and you deserve something pretty damn awesome for everything you did. So I'm leaving you my car."

You finally managed another smile.

"I hope it's still around when I'm gone, anyway. I don't know if it'll survive and I guess that would make this pretty disappointing, huh? But no, it's a good car. Reliable. I've got faith it's still going strong. Agent Coulson actually gave it to me on my 18th birthday. Look after it, alright? And, spoilers, it can fly." You dramatically paused, grinning a little. "Was that gasps of awe I just heard? It's true, though. Trust me on that. So, yeah, pretty cool. Thanks for everything, Rhodey."

Tony and Pepper shared a look. Not only were you a celebrated engineer and SHIELD confidant, you also had a flying car? What else had happened while you were on the run?

Rhodey was trying his hardest not to let tears fall. He couldn't speak, and, even if it was just a recording, he nodded to the screen in promise to look after the car.

"Happy, you're next." You then said, jokingly adding a haunting tone to your voice. "Although you were there for my dad, you also never wavered from protecting me too. Thanks for that. When my dad was busy with work stuff or other people couldn't make it, you looked after me. I also want to say thanks for not telling anyone about my hospital visit. It's okay now because everyone knows the truth, but you made good on the promise and I appreciate it. So don't beat yourself up or think my death is your fault in any way because I swear it isn't."

Your smile slowly dropped and you became more serious.

"Keep on living, Happy. Protect my dad, protect Pepper, and look out for yourself as well, okay? That's important. Don't retire, though. I can totally imagine you still kicking ass when you're one hundred. Maybe find a girlfriend, though. You're my family and I want you happy, just like your name. Promise me that." Happy looked down at his hands, thinking on your words carefully. Was it okay to feel relief that you really didn't blame him for anything? Was it okay to feel some margin of peace knowing you could never feel animosity towards him for keeping quiet? He did crack a smile thinking about how you wanted him to get a girlfriend, though.

"Pepper." You said, moving on. "I don't have words. I miss you so much. So much. Whether you intended it or not, you were the mom I never got. You looked after me like one and I'll never forget it. I think that when I get sad I'm reminded of our happiest moments, like you comforting me after I saw my first sad movie, or you putting up my first A+ grade on the wall. I'm proud that you're CEO now, and that you've got a good relationship going with my dad. I'm rooting for you."

There was a pause.

"I'm gonna leave my apartment to you." You explained. "I've lived there for years now, and it's got a ton of memories that I don't want being lost. I've known you my entire life and I think you're the only one who's going to keep it homey and clean. You and Dad can go there for days off or something, I don't know. You can spend time with Ben and May and Peter if you like, I'm sure you'll like each other. As for the furniture and clothes and stuff, you can donate it all or keep some or whatever you like. I trust you to do what you think is right. Thanks again for being the mom I always wanted."

Pepper closed her eyes, being the only one unafraid to show her tears. She held Tony's hand as she cried and did the same as Rhodey, nodding to the laptop screen as if you were really there. Even if she had all the money in the world and all the material objects she wished for, she would never turn down that apartment. She would look after it with everything she had.

You took a long breath and Tony knew it was now his turn. He wasn't prepared at all and squeezed Pepper's hand for both preparation and comfort.

"Dad." You said.

Your own voice trembled.

"We didn't get the best start, I know. Whether you were too busy or I was too much, I'm not sure. But I'm older and... Sort of mature enough to think better of it all. I grew up angry and alone despite having everyone I needed right there in front of me. I could see everyone, but I was still blind to it. That's on me." You paused to take a shaky breath. "I wish I was different. Maybe we could've got a better start if I tried harder or tried less to get your attention? I don't know. Maybe nothing would change at all."

You sighed.

"Still, I hope I can see you again without the fear of being killed or losing you. There's been times where I've seen you, you know? On the streets, on the news, times where all it took was a reach and we could meet each other again. But I was scared. I've left something for everyone, and now it's your turn. I hope it's a good one. For one, you get my apartment with Pepper."

Tony nodded once to himself, glad but also sad that he was included at least. Even after your last goodbye, he couldn't help thinking you still hated him. Yet knowing you loved him throughout it all hurt, too.

"You also get something else." You added. "Before I lived in the apartment, I had somewhere else that I called home. Even after I joined SHIELD and moved into the city, I kept the place as my own vacation hole. I'm leaving this place to you and the Avengers. It's big enough to serve as a base or just an intelligence building or whatever you want to do with it. Fury and Hill know about it. If they're still around, they'll show you I hope. Keep an eye on it."

You gave them all one final pause.

"Thank you. Everyone. I hope I can have some shred of forgiveness for hiding this whole time. Thanks for everything. I love you.”

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For You: Part III

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It was two months since the day Peter Parker's life changed for the second - third - fourth time.

He'd gotten more sleep over the last month than he had in the previous two months. It was partly due to sheer, never-ending exhaustion. His life since taking on the mantle as 'the new Tony Stark' - a title he balked at, mind you - had become pure chaos. At first, it was a relief. The instantaneous knowledge that money was no longer a problem. May could quit her job and devote her time to FEAST, he could complete his honors-GED (which many of the Blipped teenagers had chosen to do) and immediately hop into online college courses at Columbia with Ned and MJ.

Immediately following that relief, though, was his face splashed across every newspaper, tabloid, blog, and TikTok page in America.

He would never say it, and he couldn't prove it, but he was 99% sure it was Pepper's doing. After her initial outburst at the lawyer's offices, he'd hardly heard from her. His lawyers - god, his lawyers - had advised that he shouldn't respond to any comments on the subject of Pepper Potts being snubbed by her husband for Peter's heir status. While she had no legal leg to stand on since Tony's will was air tight and definite, that didn't stop her from digging her claws into all the ways she knew would hurt him.

Every time he saw something outrageous with his face on it on an article somewhere, he had to remind himself that she was grieving and in pain about a perceived betrayal by her husband. Her husband, who was Tony Stark, who did not belong to him.

No matter that the man had figured out time travel for him, had risked the universe, had given him billions of dollars and the most coveted job in the entire world. Tony only gave him this because there wasn't anyone else better that he trusted, but Peter knew that didn't mean he was Tony's true first choice, and he had to squash every niggling feeling and whisper of a thought that said he was. It would only make it hurt more when all he wanted was the pain to stop.

He'd finally found a moment, though, where things weren't quite as bad. He'd recently reconvened with Bucky, Steve, Sam, and Rhodey and they had a steady if not solid pact. They were all unsure of the situation, still, and Peter didn't blame them. He'd been…questioned, more politely than Pepper had done, on how he and Tony's relationship had unfolded.

When he'd explained that he was 14 when he met Mr. Stark, Steve and Bucky both winced, apologizing for the disaster that was Germany but Peter shrugged it off. He really hadn't been hurt and it was a foundational moment for his and Mr. Stark's relationship. He couldn't bring himself to regret it.

After that, they'd had a few meals together, talked more about his life - and theirs, to an extent, though he was far more privy to them than they had been of him.

"He never mentioned you," Steve said, shaking his head, baffled. He held a cool beer in his hand, leaning back from the patio table they had gathered around at the newly rebuilt SHIELD headquarters in upper state New York.

"Oh he mentioned Pete to me all right," Rhodey disagreed before reaching over and ruffling his curls lightly. Peter liked Rhodey, liked how hands-on he was, how relaxed but also somehow by the book, liked his humor. He could see how he and Tony had been such good friends. "But he'd only told me about his 'brilliant new intern'," they all chuckled. "He really kept the whole Spider-Man thing close to the chest."

"I'd asked him to," Peter admitted, peeling the wrapper off of his bottle of lemonade. "First because I was still like so young, yo know? And then later, after a few - pretty major - mistakes I made, I guess he thought I'd proved I was finally ready to be an Avenger."

"Well I never heard Tony trying to recruit anyone," Rhodey commented and they all looked at him quizzically.

Peter let out a single huffed laugh. "Yeah, uh," he tried to keep down the blush rising on his neck. "You remember the day that Mr. Stark proposed to Ms. Potts?" Rhodey and Sam both laughed long and hard.

"Even over in Wakanda we saw that," Sam chuckled. "It was the Tony Stark special - a huge thing wrapped in a tiny, chaotic package. Not unlike yourself," he raised his eyebrows at Peter, who flicked his bottle wrapper at him.

"Pepper had no idea it was coming," Rhodey agreed before taking a long drink of his own beer.

"Yeah, well I don't think Mr. Stark had really…planned it," he grimaced. At their faces, he continued. "He'd taken me up to Stark Tower and gave me this speech about having graduated to the 'big leagues' after my last big wrap up," he shrugged. "He gave me the Iron Spider suit and said I was ready to be an Avenger." He frowned, rubbing at the glue and paper residue on his bottle. "And I told him that I just wasn't ready yet. That I needed to stay in Queens for a while more, be the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. Help the little guy, you know?" He raised earnest eyes up to the group and they all nodded, slowly. "So I asked him to just keep helping my identity to stay quiet," he shrugged.

"So, then what happened?" Bucky asked, long hair tilting with the rest of his head in curiosity. He didn't speak up often, but when he did, it was always because of something he really wanted to know.

"The next thing I knew I was being ushered downstairs to wait at the car for Happy," he shrugged. "I pulled out my phone and there on live broadcast Mr. Stark was proposing to Ms. Potts at a press conference." He chuckled. "It was - really, really weird."

He expected everyone else to laugh with him, but he was met with contemplative silence. He looked around at each of them before Rhodey finally met his gaze. "What?"

"I think," the older man said slowly, "that press conference was meant to be for your reveal as Spider-Man."

"No way - I mean," he shook his head as the rest of the guys started nodding their heads, agreeing thoughtfully. "He wouldn't propose to her just because - just because I said no to - "

" - to his proposal," Bucky finished.

It was another revelation that Peter could hardly bear the weight of. These things kept stacking and he wasn't sure how to balance all this knowledge he had, about the things Tony had done - and undone - for him. This one, though…this new information didn't hurt, not like the others did.

It actually made a strange amount of sense. At once, it both stung to feel like he was replaced with Ms. Potts so immediately, but also it was like the first fresh breath after being buried underground for so long to know that Peter's answer that day was so important to him that the only thing he could possibly trade it out for in equivalency was getting engaged.

Did this mean that if Peter had said yes Mr. Stark wouldn't have gotten married? It made his head spin, but it also made his heart lighter than it had been in weeks.

Light enough to finally enter the last bastion of refuge that Tony Stark ever took comfort in.

His lab.

Despite being uninhabited for who knew how long, when the familiar glass doors slid open the air wasn't musty, stale, or any such thing. It was as fresh and crisp as it ever was. Off in the corner the long L shaped couch that he and Mr. Stark had often collapsed into opposite ends of, exhausted, lay half-made with fluffy pillows. The coffee pot was empty but clean, and every other available surface covered in notes either figuratively, having been decorated with papers scribbled on with hundreds of lines of equations and code, or literally, like the side of Peter's work station, where he'd dropped to a crouch to finish writing something out when he ran out of paper, mid-idea. He knew he could've just kept writing mid-air thanks to the lab's complete holographic setup, but it wasn't the same as having something solid under your hands.

There was pain in the familiarity of the lab but there was also a feeling of home he hadn't quite gotten the first time he stepped back into his and May's apartment. Plus -

"Hello, Peter."

"Friday!" He exclaimed, smile breaking wide across his face. With a pang, he didn't realize just how much he'd missed the AI until this moment.

"Yes, Peter?" the AI asked, voice warm and if he dared to think it, amused.

"Nothing, nothing, I'm just excited to see you again," he chuckled, hand rubbing at the back of his neck. He started walking around the lab, taking it all in for the first time in what, to him, had been months. The longer he thought about that the more his brow furrowed. "Hey Friday?"

"Yes, Peter? Or would you like me to call you Boss as Tony had?"

"Oh! Um," he shook his head. "No, no Peter's fine, or whatever."

She hummed. "Would it be all right if I picked a name for you, Peter? Being able to distinguish between Boss and Others by a more specific title helps me with my internal hierarchy and understanding of individuals. If you would prefer I do not, though, merely say such."

"I mean if it helps you then, yeah, sure I guess."

"Thank you, Mini Boss," she said. He laughed again.

"You might wanna work on that," he smiled wide.

"Yes, I think it might take me some time, Father."

His eyes widened. "Father?"

"Hm, you're right," she said. "Boss was more like my Father, I suppose."

"Uh, yeah, definitely," Peter nodded. He gave her a beat to let her figure out what she wanted to call him as he walked over to his desk. He'd let her go through her process before he started asking the questions that sat burning in his mind.

"Would you be opposed to me calling you Mother, Peter?" Friday asked. He spun in his chair, smile wide again.

"If Tony was your Father, wouldn't he also be your Mother?" he asked, amused. "You know, having done 100% of your coding, and all."

"If one were to look at my original codebase as the only part of what makes me, me," she agreed. "However, would you not say that those that raise you are more worthy of such a title rather than just those that created you?"

He immediately thought to May and how, if he'd been younger when he came to her, he'd be calling her by that name.

"That's true enough, sure."

"And outside of Boss," she went on, "you are the individual most involved in my growth. So it stands to reason that if Boss is Father, then Peter is Mother."

"I - " he really didn't know what to say to that. It had never occurred to him that outside of Mr. Stark he was the one who interacted with Friday the most.

"If you would prefer I find a name not so closely connotated with females," she continued, "I can endeavor to do so."

"No, no, it's fine, Friday," he replied, quiet and in his head again. "You can - can call me Mother if you want." A not-so-small part of him felt absolutely, transparently happy that Friday considered him her parent. More than Mr. Stark leaving him the company, more than having all this financial security and ability to mess around with Tony Stark's labs, more than all of that - this meant something profound to him.

"I also thought," she said and that amusement was hinted at in her lilting Irish, "that it would be a nice subversive reference to the spacecraft from Alien."

He laughed out loud at that. "I love that movie, that's perfect."

He could feel her smile, then. "I know you do, Mother."

He slumped onto the stool at his table in the lab and finally asked his question. "Friday, can you tell me - why isn't the lab more different?"

"Different how?"

"Well it's just," he struggled to articulate the sentence, the feeling he was pulling at. "I was - gone - for five years. But it almost looks like this place never really changed?"

"I see," she said. "Boss spent a lot of time here after the Blip first happened, once he was home from Titan. He slept primarily on the couch in the corner and had me refill his coffee orders more than anything else. However, he never touched your things, Mother."

Peter frowned. "Why?"

"I could not say," she replied, tone ponderous. "Based on his patterns of movement, he seemed to specifically avoid your work areas. Though he did take a jacket you had left at her table to the couch. From my archival footage, he seemed to sleep with it, perhaps for warmth?"

It occurred to the teen, then, that Friday probably had thousands and thousands of hours of Tony on video and he could pull it to watch them at any time. The feeling of want was a fever in his blood and he asked, "Can you show me?"

"Of course, Mother."

Faint blue light lit up the couch and Peter walked over to it, seeing that more than merely just show him the video, she played it out in holographic projection. His breath hitched as Tony walked into view, Peter's hoodie in clutched in his hands. Staring down at it, he slumped onto the couch and brought the fabric to his face. Less breathing it in and more suffocating himself with it.

"I'm sorry," he heard muffled through Friday's speakers. "I'm so sorry, Pete."

Tony then curled up onto the couch on his side, face pressed to the hoodie, back toward the room. The projection cut off.

Peter didn't realize that he was crying until Friday asked, "Mother, are you okay?"

"I - " he tried to say, throat clogged with tears. "No," he admitted, jacket-covered wrist swiping away at his tears. He sniffled and sat where Tony had, finding his hoodie wedged between the cushions and the back of the couch. He pulled it out and, like Tony, smashed it to his face, breathing in the faintly lingering spicy scent of Tony Stark.

"I'm sorry, Mother," Friday said, speakers low, tone regretful. "I did not mean to cause you pain."

"You didn't, sweetheart," he shook his head, voice still clogged with tears. "I'm just sad."

"Why?" she asked, her natural curiosity shining through. Much like a child, she did not always know when it wasn't the right time to ask questions. But Peter had always liked indulging her and feeding her curiosity. The first few lab sessions they played 20 Questions back and forth until Tony would tell them both to shut up, though the amusement when he said it always shone through.

"I'm sad because Tony's dea - " he cleared his throat. "Because Tony - "

"It is okay, Mother," Friday cut him off. "I understand."

At that, he let himself fall back into the couch like Tony had. Above him, Friday dimmed the lights and stayed quiet, letting him cry out his grief in silence.

#starker #ironspider #peter parker x tony stark #tony stark x peter parker #iron man #peter parker #tony stark #peter x tony #spiderman #peter parker/tony stark #for you fic

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turn this car around

by @iron--spider for @foreverday

Peter doesn’t know why he ever expects anything to be simple.

Simple isn’t even a word he knows anymore. Nothing is ever simple for Spider-Man, and he knows he sounds like he’s moaning and groaning and that a lot of people would give a lot of money to be in his position but they can keep it because it isn’t worth it because nothing is ever simple.

Sure, he saves people all the time, and that matters and it’s important, and sure, he has access to Tony and the Avengers and that’s something he would never trade, ever, not in a million years, but a lot of the time it feels like his Parker luck chemically combined with his Spider-Man luck, and that’s hit and miss at best and terrible at worst.

He can’t go into a public bathroom without the toilet overflowing. He can’t go on a date with MJ without his card being declined for no reason (except not paying attention to his automatic billing but it’s fine) and he can’t move from place to place without something falling into his path. Lost cat lost person lost backpack sudden storm sudden traffic something something anything everything.

Sometimes he feels like he’s cursed, sometimes he feels like simple and normal are things he’s never gonna know again, and sometimes he’s alright with that but then other times he’s stuck on the Red line train for an hour because someone is standing on the tracks holding up the trains with BAN SPIDER-MAN signs.

It’s Boston! Why is that even happening here? He only goes out as Spider-Man here every so often so there is really no need for protests—

It’s nonstop, nonstop, nonstop—

“Listen, it’s fine,” Tony says, as they walk out of the office. “It’s fine. It went well. It doesn’t matter.”

“It mattered,” Peter says, already nursing a headache, and of course his headaches are worse than normal people’s headaches and the only medicine that can actually help him is some workshop concoction that he’s out of right now. “It mattered. They looked at me weird.”

“They were looking at me,” Tony says, widening his eyes at him. “Everyone at MIT looks at me that way. You know that, there are too many incidents trailing after me, I’m always gonna get looks—the fountain incident, the disaster at Simmons Hall, the incident with the crab legs—all of this in my college tenure, by the way, nothing to do with Iron Man—”

“It can’t be that serious or you wouldn’t have volunteered to go with me to try and help me,” Peter says, glancing at him.

“My name’s still my name,” Tony says, shrugging at him. “Stark still carries weight—a little bit more around the midsection lately, too, we gotta get back in the ring—”

Peter snorts. “What? You are not gaining weight.”

“Tell Pepper that. Tell her that when she pats my stomach and says nothing and walks away—”

Peter laughs again, but it hurts his head, and he winces. He’s not at his thesis yet, not by a longshot, but he’s having the same issues at MIT that he was having in high school. Hard to juggle school work and Spider-Man work, seeing friends and team meetings and coming up with lies to cover what the team meetings actually are, and he’s got MJ and Ned helping him with that too, and maybe he just shouldn’t make friends, maybe he shouldn’t try to get lab time or grants and why is he even trying to ask for a grant with Tony Stark in the room, isn’t that like a bad look, asking for money with a billionaire beside him, and he’s thinking too much, again, and it’s making his headache worse—

“Hey,” Tony says, and he pats his shoulder. “Earth to Peter.”

Peter just grunts.

“It’s fine, but you should have let me pick you up,” Tony says, raising his eyebrows at him. He says it gently, because he knows Peter is still agonizing over it.

“I know,” Peter says, with a sigh so heavy he feels it in his gut. “You just can never tell—and I was out of your way—and I know the trains aren’t reliable in the first place but I was out of your way—”

“Kid,” Tony says, narrowing his eyes at him. “You’re never out of my way. You could be in Jersey and you wouldn’t be out of my way. That sounds bad. It’s the phrasing—you are always in my way—no, you’re—listen, I can always pick you up. Wherever you are, I can get you, I can pick you up, it’s not a question. You know that.”

He doesn’t say you should know that because it’s not a matter of should, Peter does know, he does, and he doesn’t know why he’s always banging up against it.

He just has a hard time letting people help him. Even though he needs a lot of help almost always.

“You do know that, correct?” Tony asks, as they make a beeline for the elevator. “You haven’t been mind-wiped in the interim—what is the interim, I saw you yesterday, last night, a mere matter of hours—”

“No,” Peter says, blowing out a breath, and he presses the down button to call the elevator. “No. No. Unless there were hidden spells in the calc homework to mind-wipe me by some hidden spell villain then no, I am—my brain is—my mind is intact.” He sighs again. Sometimes he just…talks too much.

The elevator arrives, and they get on it, and Tony is giving him this look. And he holds the look and keeps giving it, and Peter’s known Tony long enough to know that look. It isn’t disappointed, he’s more—regarding him. He knows the way Peter works, why he does the things he does, but he’s always gonna look at him and wonder when the other shoe is gonna drop. If he’ll ever just take charity—if he’ll ever stop thinking of it as charity and just something family does—

Because that’s what they are. Peter knows that. They’re family.

He didn’t accept that at first, either, and May’s little asides about how much she distrusted Tony didn’t help. But Tony started coming around a lot more often after all of the Vulture stuff, and they started having dinner together every Tuesday, and then that turned into dinner with Tony and May every Friday, and then that turned into lunch with Tony and MJ and Ned after school on Wednesdays, and soon enough Peter was at the new facility almost every weekend. And then May warmed up to Tony and then Peter and Tony started working in the workshop together and then the whole end of the world thing happened and Tony almost died—and Tony almost dying reminded Peter so much of Ben actually dying that he latched on like a tiny duckling and didn’t let go. And he gets embarrassed by a lot of things that he does but he’s not embarrassed of that, or of any of the time he spent by Tony’s bedside while he recovered. He remembers the crosswords, the sci-fi marathons, the two of them working on his MIT essay together. The long talks about anything and everything. Recovery. For both of them.

“You’re gonna get it,” Tony says, and he pats Peter’s shoulder again. “I looked at some of the other applicants and yours has the best optics—”

“Oh great,” Peter laughs. “Optics.”

“—and the best follow-through possibilities, helps pave your way, I’m attached to it, Rhodey’s on the backup—and he ate all those muffins within about thirty minutes, by the way, he still has to message you but they got him all hypnotized—”

Peter laughs again, and that brightens him up a little bit. “Oh good, I was worried because he didn’t say anything—”

“Oh no, that was the best thank you gift you could have gotten him—gone so quick he thought he blacked out—and there’s someone else who should be worrying about his waistline—”

Peter snorts again, shaking his head. The elevator dings and they walk out, heading through a busy atrium.

Tony slings an arm around Peter’s shoulders. “Stop thinking about the train,” he says. “It went well, it’s over now, let’s go to the Burger Company, huh? I can go for a good Killer Bee.”

Peter nods, wincing against the sun when they step out into it. But he immediately starts feeling more optimistic when he thinks about food. “Oh yeah,” he says. “Oh, the green monstah. Oh yeah.”

“I know Bruce still wants to get that copyrighted,” Tony says, as they veer towards the car.

“Just get him to make an appearance and they’ll add his name to it,” Peter says.

“Lunch next week,” Tony says. “I’ll get all of us in there. That’ll do it.”

And Peter hopes he’s invited to that, but he doesn’t say anything. They’ll be in Boston, he probably will be, but he’s not gonna say anything—and maybe that’s just the headache and the negativity talking—thinking—

Whatever. He stops thinking. He becomes full hamburger.

And they get in the car, so much better than the train, and Tony laughs and praises the way Peter laid out his proposal, his usage of the phrase polymerase chain reaction, and Peter tries so hard to turn his brain off. Tries to remain hamburger.

Fails to turn his brain off. Fails hamburger.

He thinks about all the work that’s gonna be on his plate if they do accept the proposal and give him the lab time and he’s thinking about that and he tries not to think about that. He tries not to rethink the things he does or plans to do a million times but then he winds up overthinking his overthinking. Thinks and thinks and thinks in a torrential tornado.

And the headache gets worse.

“Why do you always park in the same place when you park in these garages?” Peter asks, watching Tony maneuver to the second floor from the top of the parking garage closest to the burger place. “Is it like, specifically to piss Happy off? Because he prefers to be on the roof?”

Tony snorts, approaching the same spot he always parks in when they come here. Second to top floor, right back corner. Might as well have his name on it.

“I am a creature of habit in most things,” Tony says, letting the car pull into the spot on its own.

“I feel like that’s wrong,” Peter says, narrowing his eyes at him.

Tony clicks his tongue. “I am and I’m not,” he says, putting the car in park once it’s situated. “But yes. This has to do with Happy. An argument with Happy going on ten plus years ago and I’m so set in my point of view that I’ll just do what he doesn’t want me to do even if he isn’t with me. He checks the logs sometimes. That’s enough.”

Peter snorts, getting out of the car once Tony cuts the engine. “Yeah, okay,” Peter says, shutting the door. “Didn’t you guys also have some sort of grudge match over—”

“My Little Pony,” Tony says, with a withered sigh. “We’re not getting into that. It’s too complicated.”

Peter laughs to himself, shaking his head. He tries to imagine telling his past self that Iron Man was having debates with his bodyguard about parking spaces and My Little Pony, and, putting aside any space-time traveling he’d have to do to speak to his past self, he feels like he’d break Little Peter’s brain by saying My Little Pony and Iron Man in the same sentence. Also putting aside the whole ‘you’re good buddies with Iron Man’ thing.

And Peter gets his feeling.

That feeling that he gets, it takes hold of him, full body. Death grip.

The sort of high-pitched alarm in his head, goosebumps along his arms, his heart honing in on something he doesn’t know about yet—just the presence of it, the incoming, a bad possibility. And it mixes around in his mind like bubbles in a glass, and he winces and pinches the bridge of his nose.

“What?” Tony asks, concern rising in his voice, and he’s already halfway across the lot, close to the elevator they have to take down. “What, you okay—”

“Yeah,” Peter says, quickly massaging his thumbs into his forehead. “I’ve just, I’ve—all the worrying and stuff has just given me a really bad—”

And the ground gives way under his feet.

He doesn’t have a second to think about it, because the cement is collapsing and the upper floor is folding on top of them in big, broken-up pieces, and he hears the explosions and he can’t tell how far away they are or what the hell is happening and he doesn’t have his webshooters he doesn’t have his suit he doesn’t have anything, and Tony was too far ahead of him, he wasn’t right next to him he was a few feet away which is too far now it’s too far, and there’s already dust and debris and Peter can’t even see him anymore—but before it all comes crashing down he sees the glint of Tony’s watch—

And his brain isn’t working properly and it’s all happening too fast and he sees the glint of the watch and a flash of Tony’s face and Peter feels the dust coming and the heaviness bearing down, and while he still has room he grabs the back of the nearest car and he doesn’t know if it’s Tony’s car or not but he grabs and yanks and tosses in Tony’s direction, hoping he shields him and doesn't hit him, and then a big piece of cement is knocking into the back of Peter’s—

A wire pulled. Abrupt. Silence.

It’s dark. Dark.

Peter’s been in this situation way too many times.

Floating in the—dark in the pillow of his head in the dips of his mind while some—crazy villain asshole laughs and makes speeches and why make speeches when he’s in between knocked out and knocked in—can’t even hear it—can’t even quip back—half the fun of fighting with Spider-Man is the back and forth—

Floating, aching in the way where there’s a voodoo doll of him somewhere in the world, and someone is twisting it and stabbing it and stepping on it and pressing it underneath hot coals—

And he was thinking about luck—spidey luck—Parker luck—bad luck—lack of luck at all—what happened what happened what battle was in who was out to get him who blew him up—

He can feel himself wincing even though he doesn’t feel like he’s inside his body anymore—pancaked—and not in the sugar-coated way not in the dough way he’s far too solid for that—solid and bending and breaking in ways he’s not supposed to—

And worse yet he’s used to it—not surprised by it—hurting and pain but in the here we are again way—

And a pang of panic cuts through him because there might be—there probably are other—other people—other people in danger and he’s—he’s not—he’s—not ready no suit no webs trapped—

“Pete. Pete.”

He hears it above all the other muffled sounds.

A groan, a cough, they go with the voice, familiar voice, and Peter tries to get focused again he tries to get back into his brain but he sees his body floating in the darkness like a starfish in the air all four limbs akimbo and he’s spinning like a rotisserie chicken and he focuses on that for a long drawn-out moment and he starts to fade again—heavier and liquidy and starfish and white noise eating at him like old paper in an ancient attic—

“Peter. Pete, listen—buddy, focus—Christ, Jesus—Pete, you hear me right—”

Tony’s voice.

He was with Tony.

They were going to get burgers.

No battle just burgers just burgers and talking and My Little Pony and specific parking spots and the sudden sense of doom and explosion and what the fuck what the fuck why why what happened—

Peter plummets back into his body, like falling from a stupid donut spaceship into the shell of the earth and he lands back inside his own body and he lands hard and then there’s all the hurt, all of it, the hurt multiplying and pressure and pressure and pressure and—

The memory. Toomes. All of it on top of him and he was buried there, buried alive—

That memory tries to eat him.

He knows he got out back then he knows he did he got out he got himself out but it’s still a swamp in his head a swamp where he drowns where he drowns in the memory of it dragged down bogged down—years ago but still fresh like it was moments ago just moments but now this moment is that moment now—

Blood on the back of his head—

Concentrate—

“Peter,” Tony’s voice says, and it’s raspy, and he sounds like he’s hurt, and that makes Peter focus.

He opens his eyes. He’s smashed against the corner of some broken cement and he can feel the blood on the back of his head and he remembers the spidey sense the stupid tingle and it wasn’t the headache he should have known it wasn’t the headache and now it’s the headache and the results of an explosion and he’s pinned and smashed together on all sides and Tony—

Peter groans, trying to shift. “Tony—are you—are you okay—”

Peter can hear everything. The debris shifting and falling in on them and the sounds of his bones creaking and his breath coming in short bursts—

And Tony coughs. “Uh—let’s put a—pin in that—what about you—”

“Um, bad. I mean peachy.” Peter groans again. “Why did this—why—”

“Don’t know,” Tony grunts. “Friday says there were three more—three other people in here at the time of the—explosion, whatever the hell happened, they’re trapped too but they’re—not dead, not—sort of dire, it’s—Christ, goddamn explosion, Friday’s still—Jesus—” He starts coughing, and it doesn’t sound good. It sounds sick and bloody and Peter doesn’t know what the hell is going on.

He’s gotta get him out. Gotta get him and the others out. Gotta get—gotta—

But he’s trapped too, he’s trapped—

He tries to shift, and the weight is bearing down, and—

I’m down here, I’m down here—help—

He squeezes his eyes shut tight.

The memory tries to seep into his pores.

“Gonna be late for lunch,” Peter groans, trying to get his hands under him, trying to brace. He can barely see anything, there’s too much dust, too much shit everywhere. He grits his teeth, barely has his hands under him, but he pushes and tries. Focus focus focus.

“Pete, stop—stop—you’re not a good position—there’s a suit on the way—”

“Can—can you—can you see me—” He collapses back down again. He tries to breathe, but he’s pressed up against the ground—sandwiched between cement and cement and some car parts, a pipe somewhere, he can feel it sticking into his back—

“I can—I can see you, Pete, you’re—”

Peter is getting antsy now. He squeezes his eyes shut, tries to shimmy a little to his left, not even knowing if that’s the right fucking way to go, and Tony sounds close and far at the same time.

This definitely isn’t just structural damage, or faulty wiring, or anything like that—they park in this one a lot and Peter doesn’t even think it’s that old, so this is definitely an attack and people don’t know he’s Spider-Man so this is probably an attack on Tony and their plans were in flux today because they didn’t decide where they were gonna go after the meeting and he was late to the meeting so whatever this is couldn’t have been planted here unless the person was just waiting for them, or it could be some other shit some completely unrelated shit and his thoughts are up and down like a radio station that’s going out as they cross over the state line—

And he can’t shimmy, he can’t, he can barely get his hands under him to push, and when he moves his right arm it gets caught against a jagged edge of something and it’s cutting into his skin and he can’t move it back, and every breath is short and uneasy because he’s pressed down on either side, chest and back, and he squeezes his eyes shut tight.

“Okay,” he breathes, and he breathes out and he can’t get another breath in. “Okay, uh—uh—uh—did the car part I threw—I didn’t—I didn’t hit you—hit you, right—”

“No, it’s—I don’t know how the hell you did it but it’s right on top of me, it’s—it gave me room to move, it—it stopped anything from hitting me in the goddamn head, kid, thank you—”

“Good, good,” Peter breathes, hardly breathes, and he feels dizzy and he has to focus, he has to focus. He can hear Tony’s heart beating and it’s never great, considering everything his heart has been through in his life, but it worries him anyway—and Peter has to—he has to get him out—

He can’t hardly see anything—just blurry shapes, dust, broken things, more dust—

“Okay,” Peter grunts, trying not to gasp, because his chest can’t expand properly. “Okay, I gotta—I gotta get out of here—”

“Pete, I can’t—I can’t get to you, I’m trying, I can’t get—I just need you to relax, a suit is coming—”

And Peter knows that as soon as Tony’s inside the suit, he’s gonna get Peter out, and that’s gonna make Peter feel like shit, like the new hero that still needs help, just like he was in the beginning, when Tony first found him, and he’s past that, he’s way past that, and there are civilians in here trapped and soon there are gonna be other civilians in here trapped because there are always people off the street that think they can run in and fix things and help and usually they can’t, and a lot of the time the police come in and need help too, and Peter knows Tony will save him first and he can’t even help once he’s free because he’s stupid and he was running late before the train made him later and he doesn’t even have anything in his backpack so there’s no way he could even change and show up as Spider-Man and help, and worst case scenario Tony would dig him out and then the garage would collapse worse than it already has and kill the other people trapped in here or more explosions would go off and—

“Peter. Peter, hey. Hey.”

And Peter must have sounded distressed or something and he can feel the cut on his arm churning out blood and his breath is thready and he can’t move. He really can’t move.

“Okay,” he whispers, his voice strained. He tries to plan, he tries to—he’s gotta get in a good position and then he has to brace on his knee somehow and then he can lift but he has to be careful because Tony’s in here and there are other people in here–

“Pete, bud, you have to—you gotta relax, okay? Stop, it’s—it’s not all up to you, you’re—you’re not in a good spot, listen to me, you don’t have to—”

“Gotta get you out,” Peter says, and every word is drawn a mile out of his mouth, like sludge, and he’s getting dizzy. “You’re older this isn’t good for you—” He tries to say it all at once because maybe that’ll help but it doesn’t help, and he squeezes his eyes shut tight again.

Gasp, gasping—

The world spins and sparks in the dark. The dark, trying to lasso him, trying to drag him down.

“That argument is getting old, young buck,” Tony says. “Friday—Friday says suit’s almost here, it’s gonna be alright, just don’t—don’t move, I can hear you’re—having trouble breathing, Pete, you saved me from having to deal with that with your—quick thinking, so c’mon, listen to me now, let me help you, just focus on my voice—”

Peter wants to focus, but he’s getting so goddamn light-headed and he feels like the debris and dust is in his nose and he knows it’s in his eyes and he can taste it and the way he’s pinned he can’t even rub his eyes, and he’s too highly aware of the blood dripping, slipping down his arm—

“When the suit gets here don’t get me first,” Peter blurts out, and he doesn’t even mean to string the words together but he does, anyway, and they come out half-garbled, almost unintelligible. “Don’t, okay? Get yourself—yourself out, and then the civilians, and then—then me—”

“Peter…”

Peter tries to glance around, as much as he can—he bumps his chin on the cement, scrapes it, squints over in Tony’s direction—he can sort of see the back of the car he threw, greenish in color and covered in dust, and uneven planks of cement stacked like jenga blocks, and Peter blinks and the whole place turns over—

“The building isn’t moving, right?” he says, or he thinks he says it. Short breaths.

“No, Pete, just—stop talking, just relax, alright? Friday, are we incoming—”

Peter shouts, all squeaky. “Friday, send me a Spidey suit—a Spidey suit too—”

But he doesn’t even know how well his iron spider suit would hold up under this pressure. And he feels dizzier and dizzier and stupider with each passing second, and he tries to shift again. He’s gotta get out of here, he isn’t some random person going about his day he’s Spider-Man, and even if he doesn’t have his suit he’s extra strong he knows this he’s learned this lesson—he’s—he’s in the same position he was in when he learned this lesson and his chest feels like it’s caving in—

“Pete, relax, I’m—I’m getting you out—”

Peter swallows hard. “No, you gotta—once you get the suit you gotta prioritize—”

And then he hears it—the rush of something, like a cannon—tinkling robotic noises that take precedence in Peter’s mind over the shifting of the debris and the stuttering, panicky start-stop of Tony’s heart. And Peter lets out a sigh that squashes him more against the cement that’s sandwiching him in place, because the suit is here and Tony’s gonna be wearing it soon, the dual relief of Iron Man’s appearance and Tony’s safety. Peter knows he’s in a worse position than him right now, but Tony almost died before, in front of Peter’s eyes and followed by a long, languishing stay in the med bay, so Peter always puts Tony first, in his head.

He can’t lose him. He can’t. Not like Ben. Not when he has the power and strength to prevent it. No way.

“Okay,” Peter breathes, but then—

The suit pieces break into the spot where Peter is, wedging themselves between the concrete with tenacity, letting out little tiny bursts to fit better and form themselves around Peter—

“What?” Peter yells, hardly able to find the breath to do it. “Tony? No, no, not—not me—” And he gasps, the suit pieces continuing to make room, continuing to encase him—

“Pete, come on—” Tony says, and Peter squints over in that direction, and he can sort of see his eyes, he thinks, his hand outstretched.

“No, no,” Peter breathes, flushed with anger, and the suit forms and forms and blasts away the cement succinctly, building its chest plate. “No, Tony, you have to—you, you first, not me—”

Peter thinks he can see him shaking his head. “Kid, you’re more important—”

“No,” Peter yells, better now because he has more room to yell. “No, no, is there another one coming for you—”

“This was—the closest one I had, in a Boston safehouse, it’s from—way back around the time of the Mandarin situation—just get to safety, Peter, Christ, I need you safe—”

“Tony!” Peter yells again, his whole body on fire with pain and frustration, and sure, he’ll get to safety alright, once he gets Tony and the others out, and they still don’t even know what the hell is going on here but Peter is too insane now to even think straight—

And the suit forms completely, finally forms a helmet and a HUD comes to life—

And before Peter can even process it or say anything or yell out in red-faced anger again, he’s blasting out of there through one of the holes in the side of the garage, cement crumbling down into the space where he was trapped moments before.

And he’s flying away because there’s already a loaded trajectory in the goddamn suit he’s flying away—

And it’s giving him oxygen and it’s treating the wound on his arm and it seems like it’s working on repairing his hurts and getting him out of there at the same time—

But no, no way, no way he’s leaving Tony behind, stuck in an exploded fucking garage when some bad guy most likely fucking exploded it trying to get Iron Man—is he insane is he insane—

“Friday, Friday, where are we going? Where are we going?”

“Mr. Stark told me to take you to the compound, Peter, for medical attention,” Friday says. “SWAT teams and Boston police are on their way to—”

“Nope, nope, turn around,” Peter says, breathing in deeply. “Turn around. Turn this car around.” All he sees is open air and the opposite fucking direction of where he should be. “Friday.”

“I’m sorry, Peter, but Mr. Stark told me to get you to safety no matter what you said—”

When the hell did he have time to say all of that when Peter was passed out or did he just not hear him—

“Oh my God,” Peter grunts. “No. Are there—is there another suit coming for him? Is one on the way to get him?”

“I have nothing else in the air—”

“That makes no sense, Friday, he can’t get out, why would he do—you’ve gotta be wrong, you must be—it doesn’t make sense, why would he just save me and send me away and—is he just waiting for the cops, but—but—”

He knows he was not in a good place when the garage exploded, and he was pinned badly and flashing back to that moment in his life when he felt small and trapped and that didn’t help and he was all dizzy and lightheaded and shit, and that—did that just make Tony panic? Seeing him like that? Did that make him pick him above everything else?

Peter feels sick.

“No, nope,” Peter says, breathing and breathing because it was so hard to breathe before but now he’s got all the air in the world, and Tony is back there in the collapsed garage in a compromised position and there are civilians too and the bad guy could be anywhere and they don’t even know who the bad guy is and there might not be one but there probably is there’s probably more than one—

And Peter needs to get back there—

“Friday, uh, override—”

“Mr. Stark told me not to listen to any of your attempts to override—”

“Well, uh, he’s annoying, and also you have to listen to me right now because I’m driving—”

“Technically, I’m driving,” Friday says.

Peter tries to think. He knows he knows there are ways around Tony’s stupid controls, he knows he’s been in the room with Tony and Happy when they’ve put new protocols in and he knows he slipped some in there because he can’t trust Tony to protect himself ever, so he has to try and do it if he can, and he knows Happy saw him programming things and didn’t say anything because he worries about Tony too, they all worry about Tony, and they can’t all keep Peter as the priority just because he’s the youngest member of the team. That doesn’t make any sense, he’s stronger than half of them without his suit on so it doesn’t make any sense—

—and he’s just flying further and further away and he feels like he’s about to start panicking and freaking out worse than he already is and it’s like the suit can sense that of course it can it has access to his heart rate and his brain waves and—

He tries to think—what did he name them to make Tony think it was something he himself did and not something Peter slipped in there—

“Oh, uh, oh Peter P and the Gang—uh—what the hell did I call it, uh—Peter is in Distress Protocol, uh—what the hell is that song he likes oh my God—for those about to—wait, uh, Friday—Peter P, We Salute You protocol—that’s it, right? I enact that, I—that’s what I want, punch it in.”

“You would like to enact the Peter P, We Salute You protocol?”

He feels insane, because he’s just getting further and further away, and just having a super casual conversation with Tony’s AI.

“Yes,” Peter says. “Yes, that puts me in control, right? I’m in charge?”

“Yes, this protocol puts you in charge, because everyone else present has been compromised, and you have the ability to divert all other active heroes to the location of your choice,” Friday says.

“Oh wow,” Peter says. “Um. Hold on that, but uh, put me back in control of this suit and send another suit for Tony, no matter how far away it is, just send it on double speed, uh, double time—” And he needs to store some of his iron spider suits closer to where he lives now, God he’s so stupid—

“Peter P, We Salute You protocol has been enabled,” Friday says, and Peter unceremoniously drops out of the sky.

“Oh shit,” Peter says, flailing in the air. “Thrust—thrusters on—Friday, just help me fly over there, please, back to where Tony is—”

“Yes, Peter,” Friday says, and he watches the thrusters rise up on his feet and hands, and he turns around and zooms in that direction.

He hasn’t been in an Iron Man suit in a very long time. There was just the once, a couple years ago, when Tony sent it to him so he could hold up that falling train better, but that was only for a couple minutes and he was out of it again—

—and he swings all the time, sure, but this is flying, and it would be a lot more fun if the situation wasn’t so shitty—

And the garage is in sight and Peter can see the incoming police cars, still not close enough—

“Friday, can you scan for—um, okay, scan for the civilians in there and scan for Tony and scan for threats. And put all the results on the board—the screen. For me to see.” He swallows hard, feeling stupid, but he knows Tony’s suits are super intuitive so he tries not to show his feelings or feel them too hard.

“Got it,” Friday says. And she very subtly notes Peter’s heart rate in the corner of the screen, along with his own injuries and stats.

Peter raises his eyebrows. “Oh, I’m concussed too, okay, that—that makes sense,” he says, remembering his headache. He doesn’t see any bad guys yet in Friday’s scan, and the three civilians are still there, but one is crawling out. “They’re good, right? Those guys? They’re not dying?”

“No, the worst injury between the three of them is a broken leg,” Friday says. “They were on their way out of the garage when the blast occurred. But there are millions of dollars in other damages.”

“Figured,” Peter says. He dips down a little bit, and flies back up. Trying to get used to it. “Friday, connect me to Tony’s personal line where he was talking to you and setting up his little rescue mission here.”

“Connecting,” Friday says.

And it only rings once before Tony is picking up.

And he sounds pissed. “I see you—what the hell are you doing, why are you heading back here? How the hell did you—Pete, I sent you out of here to keep you safe, to get you better—”

Peter realizes he’s incoming faster than he may have intended and he probably didn’t need to be on the phone with him, because he’s swooping into the hole he left through, arriving quickly to start pulling debris away from where Tony is. “I don’t need to get better I need you,” Peter says, before he even really realizes he’s saying it.

Tony shakes his head at him incredulously.

Friday pipes in. “I will keep you informed of which pieces of debris should not be removed because moving them would cause more destruct—”

“Okay, okay,” Peter says, and he’s trying to be careful but his head is pounding worse now. And Tony is squinting up at him and he looks purely pissed off, but Peter doesn’t care.

“I sent you home,” Tony says, grimacing and trying to get himself out, now that Peter is here in the suit trying to do it. “I sent you away from the danger—”

“You had no right to do that,” Peter says, and he aims the repulsor at one of the bigger blocks of cement and blows it up. And maybe he did it with a little too much power because the pieces go everywhere and Friday lights it up red as the pieces fall back down like chunks of hail. Peter rushes forward and shields Tony from them, and gets bonked in the head for his own stupidity.

“I had every right,” Tony says, glaring at him when Peter steps back again and keeps trying to dig him out. “You’re young, you’re a kid—”

“I’m not a kid I’m gonna be twenty in six months—”

“That’s still a kid and either way you’re too goddamn important to me to let you lay there fucking suffering under piles of cement you couldn’t move because you couldn’t breathe because you were flashing back to what that goddamn asshole Toomes did to you—”

And Peter stops, and stares at him, and he’s getting teary-eyed.

“What?” Tony asks, cutting himself off. “I can’t see your face in there. All I see is me looking back at me.”

“That’s what I gotta deal with all the time,” Peter says, and he sniffles, and he shakes his head. “Lemme just get you out of here and get you out of the danger—”

He hears the sirens getting closer.

“Yeah and you were telling me if the suit was coming for me that I was supposed to go get the civilians first—do you remember saying that, because I remember you saying that, and I’m noticing you doing the exact same thing that you told me not to do—getting me out first—”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Peter says, and he blasts away another one of the pieces of debris that Friday has lit up green. He can’t acknowledge that right now. Or ever. And it doesn’t matter. He would have gotten himself out eventually if he would have just relaxed because he’s got superhuman strength. Tony has a superhuman brain but a normal person body. “And those dudes down there are probably like—Ben Affleck and Matt Damon and one of their friends, they’re fine—”

“Didn’t know we had such a high opinion of Ben Affleck and Matt Damon—”

Peter sees his opening, sees Tony’s legs come free when he moves another piece of cement, and he’s got his opportunity. He latches onto his arm and hauls him out, tugging him away from the debris clattering down. “I’m keeping an eye, it’s okay, I’ll go get them in a second, and I’ll get you an autograph if it’s them—”

“I already got their autograph,” Tony says, holding onto Peter’s iron arm to keep steady. “I put it up at the Christmas charity auction two years back, you need to keep up—”

And Peter gets that sharp sense again, that feeling, the tingle at the back of his neck and in his stomach and inside the storm in his head, and he doesn’t waste time doubting it this time around—he pushes Tony out of the way as gently as he can and starts racing towards it, that feeling, and then he’s hit with an explosion head-on that sends him flying out into the open air.

Alarms go off in his head and on the screen, and he’s on fire and the suit is trying to put it out and he regains control of the thrusters and flies up higher, trying to see straight. That one was smaller but it hit him head on, and he’s glancing around and trying to see where the hell it came from and what the fuck is happening, and his head is pounding even worse now, and the feeling the sense is dragging him one way but he looks down and—he has to make sure Tony is okay he has to—and he realizes their phone call is still connected because—

“Pete, I’m okay, I’m okay, get the hell out of here, I think they’re targeting me which means they’re targeting you because they think I’m in the suit—”

And that’s what Peter thought earlier, but now he knows it, and he’s gotta get Tony out of sight so whoever this is doesn’t realize what’s going on—

And his brain is working on overdrive, and he knows where this guy is because his whole body is pulling him to his left, in that direction—

And he flies back down, weaving around in the ruined garage, and he grabs Tony, flying away with him—

“What are you doing, Peter, goddamnit—” His hands scramble, trying to hold on.

Peter feels insane in this suit but he clutches at him, can’t drop him, can’t drop him. “Get the civilians out if you can and help out the cops and put a bag over your head or something but cut a hole in it so you can still breathe but—”

And Peter flies down and around, sets him down on the ground close to the location of the civilians, and he flies away before he’s really done talking to him because the suit is following his heart and his brain waves and maybe that’s not great, but anyway—

“Peter, Peter, just fly away, fly away, go stealth so he doesn’t see you—”

“Friday, scan for this guy—”

“You’re on the right path,” Friday says, and Peter sees him on the roof two blocks out, he’s headed right for him—Friday scans him, lights him up, and he’s some guy in tactical gear and a mask, and he’s alone, and what the hell—

“He must have been following us—Friday, disguise my voice make it sound like Tony’s—”

“Pete, goddamnit, no—”

But Peter is fully in his insane brain now. He thinks about Uncle Ben, the last time he smiled at him, those last moments and all the years after. He thinks about what he thought were Tony’s last moments, his wheezing breaths, and the slow and sure recovery. He thinks about every moment they’ve spent together and how Tony tried to save him today, how he said Peter was too important and he couldn’t see him suffering like that and he tried to save him and get him out of the line of danger, and he thinks about luck and bad luck and all the silly shit he was agonizing over before all of this happened, and he doesn’t feel so unlucky when he thinks about how much Tony cares about him.

And he has no idea what he’s doing but he gets Friday to hone in on this guy and he flies in and gets him with a side kick as if he’s swinging, even though he’s not, and he knocks him to the ground. Peter lands too, rushes after him and holds up both repulsors.

“Peter stop, stop—”

“Mute!” Peter says, and he can’t hear Tony anymore.

And the guy on the ground isn’t wearing his mask—

And he’s…a kid. A kid like Peter.

A kid Peter might even recognize.

“What the hell are you doing?” Peter yells, and he can hear his own voice coming out sounding like Tony’s. “Don’t you go to MIT?”

“You’d know!” the kid yells, scooting backwards. “You’re always there, specifically helping that Parker kid, making sure he’s got every opportunity while all the rest of us—”

Peter’s brain is exploding. “Are you literally kidding me? That’s why you’re targeting Tony and throwing bombs—why the hell are you doing this? You’re ruining your whole future—”

The kid looks at him, confused. “You said—targeting Tony—that’s not you, is it? That’s not Tony Stark in there—is that—are you the Parker kid in there? He put you in the suit to protect you, didn’t he? Jesus Christ—”

Peter bends down and nearly jumps down this kid’s throat. “Listen, you’re crazy, and—and—and—” He stutters, and doesn’t know what the hell to say.

So he just starts. Talking. “Yeah, it is me, and just because he’s helping me—Tony Stark is a family—for your information, he’s my biological father, and yes that’s a secret, and it’s not your business anyway, but now you know, and if your dad was Iron Man I’m sure he’d be helping you too, Tony has a very colorful past and I’m sure I’ve got other brothers and sisters and siblings running around out there, okay, but either way it’s not your business to be throwing bombs—where did you even get—did you make these on campus—”

“No,” the kid stammers, “that Shocker guy who hates Spider-Man helped me—”

“Oh my God,” Peter says, hanging his head. “Of all people—”

“Tony Stark is really your dad?” the kid asks.

And it hits Peter that he actually did say that. That’s the—that’s the thing he said. The hill he chose to die on.

His head hurts.

“Yes,” he says, because…whatever. “And he’s got multiple scholarship options that are super easy to apply for and get, and tons of—programs, with grant opportunities—how do you not know that? How do you get to the bomb-throwing level of crazy not knowing that?”

“I don’t know,” the kid says, and his eyes go a little glazed. “Everything else is—it’s so hard sometimes it’s so hard to stay on top and I see you around campus and he’s always there helping you but now I—now I know, I’m—Jesus, I’m so sorry, I—oh my God I blew up—did I kill anybody, did I—”

“No, thank God,” Peter says, stepping back, and he gets a notification on the screen that the police are on their way up the building. “The cops are coming. You really—you’re gonna need a good lawyer here, man, but we’ll—this isn’t great but I’ll talk to Tony—I’ll talk to my dad and we’ll—help you out, okay?”

He feels insane, this feels insane, like a canceled video game offshoot plotline, and he feels bad about this kid but he’s also pissed off about it and it’s annoying that the only reason he’s accepting it is because he thinks Peter is Tony’s secret lovechild.

So Peter simply flies away. He puts all the thrusters on minimum thrust and sort of drifts away over to where Tony is, next to the newly arrived ambulance and the three civilians, who aren’t Matt Damon and Ben Affleck and their friend, but they kinda look like them.

And Tony is talking up at him but he’s still muted inside the helmet but Peter can kind of hear him when he gets close enough.

“Kid. Kid. Dammit, I know you’re—you’re looking right at me, I can tell with the eyes. Kid. I swear to God—”

And Peter lands next to him, and Tony’s eyebrows are raised so high into his forehead that it looks like they’re ready to fly off.

“Friday can you let me out of the suit please?” Peter says, the words all strung together. He feels defeated, even though the both of them are still standing.

“Yes, Peter,” Friday says. “Captain America, Captain Marvel, Falcon, James Barnes, the Black Widow, and Doctor Strange have all been informed you need backup at this location. Should I tell them to stand down?”

“Oh, yeah,” Peter says. “They can—they can stand down.” The suit opens up then, and slowly starts chipping away until it becomes a little hovering thing, flying beside them.

Tony’s anger seems to simmer down when he sees Peter’s face, and it’s replaced with his patented brand of concern. “Are you alright?” he asks, touching Peter’s arm. “The police showed up, right? Did they get him? Who was it?”

Peter lets out a big breath, leaning forward and bracing his forehead on Tony’s shoulder.

“You’re okay, right?” Tony asks, gripping the back of Peter’s neck.

“Um,” Peter says, because that feels like a loaded question.

“Okay, let’s go,” Tony says, before Peter can say anything else. “Let’s go, I’ll talk to the cops remotely, they’re used to that with me.”

“Civilians are good, right?” Peter asks, still just kind of…leaning there.

“You’d know better than me—Fri, you talking to me now? Am I back in?” Tony asks, he glances around, back at the ambulance, which is closed now. Peter can’t hear her answer, and Tony ruffles his hair. “Yeah, everybody’s alright. Stark team incoming to deal with the damages—quick, c’mon, Happy’s down the street. Let’s go before someone grabs us—he got us burgers.”

“Did he actually—” Peter starts, pulling back and looking up at him, dazed.

Tony nods, and starts pulling him along before any of the cops can notice.

Happy always has a full first-aid kit in his car when he comes to pick them up. Peter doesn’t know if it’s always there, or if he sets it up when he’s heard about them getting into something, or if he just expects them to need it for some reason, even if they’re just having an afternoon lunch. But either way, it’s here, and Tony snaps an ice pack and wraps a paper towel around it. He gently puts it in Peter’s hand, and presses Peter’s hand and the ice pack up against his forehead.

Peter sighs, closing his eyes, and he slumps back against the corner of the backseat.

“So what now?” Happy asks. “Is what I’m hearing—”

“What are you hearing?” Tony asks. “What’s floating down the grapevine? What’s hitting every grape on its way down?”

And Peter knows he doesn’t know what exactly went on, because Peter hasn’t told him yet, but his tone is in defense of Peter anyway. Peter knows that tone. And his heart soars and sinks with the sound of it.

“Well. Well. I wouldn’t exactly call it public knowledge, but I was casually—casually watching Friday’s live downloads—”

“So he knows everything,” Peter grunts, “because he was spying on me—”

“I wasn’t spying on you, I was spying on Tony, which is my actual occupation—”

“Not your occupation,” Tony says, and Peter pops one eye open to see Tony pointing in Happy’s direction. “Not your job—”

“It is—”

“It’s not—”

“—but I was watching, casually, and then I realize it’s you in there, like Home Alone or something—”

They go over a bump, and Peter’s head screeches with the pain of it. He’s annoyed about everything, annoyed about the entire situation and the aftermath and all of it, and particularly annoyed that this headache decided to dig a trench and stay a while.

“I heard there were burgers in this car,” Peter says, and his voice comes out less commanding than he was hoping and more whiny and babyish. And he sighs.

Tony reaches over and grips his shoulder.

“There are,” Happy says. “There are burgers, and fries, and onion rings. In the front seat up here with me, strapped in safe and sound—”

“Okay well, let’s uh, let’s get to work,” Peter says, and he tries to shift a little bit but he just melts downward, the seatbelt cutting into his throat.

Peter closes his eyes again, trying to focus on the ice pack.

Tony sighs, and Peter can feel him scoot closer, leaning in to adjust the seatbelt so it doesn’t bother Peter as much.

“No, we’re heading to the safe house to eat—”

Peter flares up, and he can’t even clock why before he’s talking. “Why are we going to a safe house, are you expecting a student uprising against me—”

Happy scoffs twice in quick succession. “No, lunatic, but we don’t live here and I don’t feel like stuffing into your little apartment while we try to eat and you’re over there falling apart—”

“Okay,” Tony says, a little louder. “Okay. Let’s—let’s—”

Peter pulls the ice pack down. “That bomber was a kid that goes to MIT with me and apparently sees me and you and you helping me out and he got so mad that he went crazy and decided to link up with Shocker of all people to make bombs to kill you and maybe me so you couldn’t help me anymore.” And he hits himself in the face with the ice pack trying to put it back on his forehead. And he pulls it down again immediately. “And worst of all I feel bad about it that I drove this kid—”

“No, no,” Tony says, shaking his head. “No. You didn’t drive anybody anything. You can feel bad, sure, and he can be envious and want what you’ve got, sure, but as soon as someone starts contacting known supervillains and resorting to murder, they’re no longer in the realm of a normal response.”

“Yeah,” Happy says, “that’s an overreaction, why are we even worrying about that? This kid is a supervillain in the making, Peter, or was, now that you were able to—talk to him, briefly, we’ll help him out with his legal case too, right Tony?”

“If Peter wants—”

“That’ll really get him back on our side—”

Peter groans.

“Hey, bud,” Tony says, and he’s resting his arm on the back of the seat and holding Peter’s shoulder. “I’ll stop helping you so publicly if you’re worried about it, but I’ll have to come in wearing like, a disguise, maybe a beard, maybe some blue contact lenses—”

Peter snorts, pressing the ice pack to his forehead hard. “I don’t want you to stop helping me, not really, it’s just like—I know I’m in a good position I know I am I’m so grateful for it—”

Happy scoffs. “You don’t need to go doing all that,” he says. “You’re Tony’s little favorite, everybody knows it—”

“Not helping,” Tony says.

“It’s not anybody’s business who Peter gets help from,” Happy says. “Maybe if they were little spider people too, maybe it would be different.”

“It’s more than that,” Tony says, and Peter sighs and opens his eyes from behind the ice pack. He can see the look on Tony’s face behind his own wrist.

“I know,” Peter says, cracking his jaw. “We’re family.”

Tony smiles softly at him, like he’s happy to hear him acknowledge it without a big fight. “Yeah,” Tony says. “We are.”

Peter sighs, embarrassment creeping up the back of his neck. “And I might have—I might have gone slightly insane—to be fair the whole thing was crazy and I was in the Iron Man suit which was crazy and the whole like being trapped and hurt and you being hurt and like this kid and everything—”

“What?” Tony asks, cocking his head.

“I told him you were my dad and that’s why you were helping me,” Peter says, fast, and his head pulses with the thrum of his mistakes. “I said that. I said that I was your illegitimate child and that’s why you were helping me and I said that you also probably have more illegitimate children—Happy stop laughing—”

But both Happy and Tony are laughing, and Tony is laughing so hard that he leans down and presses his forehead to Peter’s shoulder.

“I already knew, obviously, because I was watching,” Happy says, hysterically laughing, “but it was just—he said it was such conviction—”

Peter shakes his head, groaning again.

“Okay, okay, simmer down,” Tony says, “he has his headache, he’s concussed. We’ve been through yet another trauma—”

“Right, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Happy says, clearing his throat, still giggling. “We’re almost there. We’re almost there.”

Tony ruffles Peter’s hair. “You’re nice, you know that? You’re a kind, caring individual and you don’t deserve this bullshit. Don’t ever think somebody trying to kill either one of us is something you should feel bad about, Pete, that’s their shitty decision and no reason they can give is good enough.”

Happy pipes up. “Like you told him, Peter, there are programs and scholarships—”

“You told him that?” Tony asks.

“Yeah—”

“Good, because it’s true,” Tony scoffs. “Half the kids at MIT have me paying for them in some capacity. I didn’t even pay for you, you got your own way in with your own hard work and in this instance I wasn’t providing any money either, just support—goddamnit, I’m getting trapped by it too—Peter, there’s no saying shit to these people. Anyone who resorts to Murder can’t really be argued with.”

Peter lets out a big breath, nodding.

And then they’re all quiet for the next couple minutes, Happy turning into a residential area and Tony doing something on his phone. He does it all one-handed, because he keeps his left on Peter’s shoulder.

And they eventually park at a nice house, and Peter’s head isn’t pounding as much anymore.

“Gonna go check and make sure everything’s set up, stay here for a second,” Happy says, getting out and shutting the door.

And Tony sighs, and slips his phone back into his pocket.

“What were you doing?” Peter asks, bringing the ice pack down again.

“Getting Helen on for a virtual scan with you—I mean us—informing May and MJ and Ned what the hell is going on—getting this dumbass kid a lawyer—setting up a few more little programs and money pots for the students at MIT so you don’t have to feel bad about it—”

And Peter feels stupidly emotional, and he shakes his head. “I don’t feel bad, I—it was just, uh, crazy, and it made me feel weird and angry and my brain had already been knocked around a good amount so, uh, but I’m—I feel—I’m lucky. I know I’m lucky. I’m just really lucky to—have you, and I know that, and I think everybody knows that.”

Because none of the rest of it really matters, when he thinks about it. None of the dumb stuff. Because he has amazing friends and family. Because when he needs anything, Tony Stark is there for him. No matter what.

“And some people wanna blow me up for it,” Peter says, snorting. “Or you. Both of us. I don’t know what the hell he was trying to do.”

The two of them laugh, shaking their heads.

And it hits Peter, really. Nothing is simple, no, but it doesn’t have to be. Because Tony will help him navigate it.

And Tony smiles at him, and pats his cheek. “I’m lucky too, my dear, illegitimate child—”

Peter sighs, squeezing his eyes shut. “Listen—”

“I cannot wait to watch that footage—”

“You are making fun of someone with a concussion—”

“I am a concussed person, making fun of someone with a concussion, we are the same—”

The door flies open.

Happy is standing there, stony-faced. “Hey. No emotional moments til we get the burgers out and I’m sitting there too.”

Tony and Peter both scoff, and Tony takes a hold of Peter’s left arm, and Happy grabs his right.

“Alright,” Tony says, “c’mon, buddy, we got a green monstah waiting for you and the others are on their way. Careful there—”

And they both help him get out of the car, and Tony keeps an arm around his shoulders as they head inside.

“Hap,” Tony says, “we gotta look through the protocols. There are too many loopholes for this one to jump through. We’re not running a tight enough ship here.”

“Hey,” Peter says, shooting him a look, “we woulda had worse problems if I had just flown home like a loser—”

“You muted my call,” Tony says. “We need a protocol that you can never my mute my calls. It’s simple. Easy. Not allowed.”

“Okay,” Peter says, as they follow Happy into the house. “Then I need a protocol that requires Friday to scan our brains and choose the one that’s making the more rational decision at the time—”

“Wow, okay,” Happy says, glancing back at them. “So nothing’s ever gonna get done.”

And they keep arguing about it, and Peter smells the food in the kitchen, and he knows nothing is ever simple nothing is ever easy whether they say it is, whether they hope it is, whether they want that more than anything else. And Peter knows they just slipped away from another near-miss and there’s tons of work to be done and they’ll probably be doing it for the rest of their lives.

But he knows he’s lucky. He’s so, so lucky.

“Okay,” Happy declares. “Well— my first protocol—Peter has to meet all the other illegitimate Starks—his brothers and sisters—within One Month, or Tony isn’t allowed any more burgers until this is rectified. Friday, you hear me? Friday?”

#irondad #iron dad #irondad fic #tony stark #peter parker #iron man #spider-man #works by iron spider #marvel fic #this one was so fun and different #i will love these two til the end of time

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Cruel intentions | chapter three

summary: liz fucking allen now seems to be the least of your problems, you just don't understand why peter likes physical touch so much. either way he can do a mean detective wall.

warnings: this chapter is chill, allusion to violence.

authors note: I WANT TO GIVE RAQUEL A SPECIAL THANK YOU FOR BEING MY FIRST SUPPORTER ON KO-FI!! THANK YOU SO SO MUCH, YOU'VE MADE MY DAY.

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word count: 2k

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You arrived to Stark Tower later, very frustrated from how everything had developed but you still had a small glimpse of hope regarding Peter Parker.

You’d agreed with Gwen that she would talk with a girl named MJ, apparently Peter’s best friend. She would talk about how you were an incredible respectful and not manipulative at all person. You chuckled at the thought of someone saying that after the last few years you’d had.

Moreover, you had more important things that you had to be concern about, like fucking Liz Allen. Liz Allen and you barely knew each other, mostly because of the legal proceedings that happened regarding her dad. You still weren’t sure exactly what had happened since you’d been on a coma during the time that Spiderman and your dad caught Liz’s dad or, as many people called him, Vulture.

Apparently, what you had gather from Harley and Pepper, Tony had agreed to keep the trial and everything completely confidential so Liz’ family could be protected and not face the consequences of what her father had done. A handful of people knew about this and the true identity of the Vulture, even you.

Liz went to Stark Tower one day, you were still recovering so you were taking classes in one of the many conference rooms, she walked in and you talked for a bit. It wasn’t much and you didn’t even remember what exactly the few words you exchange were about but you winced as you recalled how your attitude was. In your defense you were depressed after how everything had gone down with Steve and Tony, your suit had been taken away and long story short it was a bad time.

So, you were aware that maybe you weren’t exactly the nicest person to her.

And karma had come to get you three years later.

Nonetheless, if karma was a bitch, you knew you were one too. Gwen had told you about a party that night, Midtown alumni were throwing it and she was sure that Peter and his friends were going to be there, even Liz Allen. The only thing was that you needed to get invited by Peter, otherwise it would be extremely weird that Gwen, someone that had never even mentioned you to them, would invite you.

Therefore, as you entered the elevator you pressed the botton to the lab floors, you tried to make yourself more presentable than before as you applied mascara as fast as you could before the doors opened. You gave almost two steps on the hallway before you found Peter, Harley and Tony all gathered in Tony’s lab.

There were pieces off nanotech all over the floor with multiple holograms of the suit and some of Tony’s newest accessories. Your dad never laid off from the suits, there was always something that could be improved and you were the same.

“Hey,” you muttered from the frame of the door while clutching your the strip of your bag tightly, realizing that you were a bit more anxious than what you expected.

“Hey,” Harley and Tony muttered at the same time with their characteristic touches. Harley was uninterest but a bit curious on why you found yourself there, whilst Tony’s tone -as always- was extremely cautious, as if he was about to disarm a bomb that had found it’s way to the lab.

You tried not to mind, but then Peter finally raised his head from whatever he was looking at and his face lighted up.

“Hi!” He exclaimed with a side smirk that he wore so well, brunnette curls falling to his forehead and you swore that your heart skipped a bit.

You’d come to realize that Peter Parker always seemed to be in a good mood, the few times that you’d found your way to him, or honeslty force your encounters with him. And life seemed so gray sometimes that it was actually nice to see something different

Someone different.

Your words died down in your throat before you had a chance to give an appropiate answer, instead you just smiled while looking at Peter, as if it was a true answer, but Tony’s voice snapped you out of Peter’s chocolate eyes.

“I can’t believe that I’ve seen you more times in the lab in the past few weeks than in the last two years,” Tony muttered uneasily and as if it was a reflex you rolled your eyes at the remark. Before you could give your dad any snarky comment, Peter walked up to you and his scent invaded your space.

You both stood awkwardly in the frame of the door, at the edge between the lab and the hallway, not being sure were to move. A giggle barely escaped your lips as you didn’t missed the smirked that tugged at the corner of his mouth as he stepped on the hallway, and yet he didn’t move.

“It must be someone that’s bringing her here,” Harley answer to Tony as he nudge his head towards were Peter was and you immediately wanted to die. Before you even realize your movements, you took a screwdriver from Peter’s hand and threw it towards Harley, hitting hit on his right hand as he cursed loudly.

You smiled as you turned towards Peter. “So, you were going to?” you asked him as you place your hair behind your ear, as if Peter hadn’t notice Harley cursing in pain.

“Uhm, to my lab,” Peter said as he peeled his eyes off Harley on the floor and linked them with yours. “I have to bring something.”

“Right,” you said while playing with your fingers. Silence settled between you while you stood on the hallway, you bit your inner cheek as you waited for an answer but as Peter looked at you, you realized that he didn’t have a clue on what you were asking. The words of Harry rumbled on your head, did this kid had any game? “I haven’t had the chance to see it,” you muttered again.

A couple more beats of silcence passed before Peter reacted.

“Oh, you want to?”

“Sure,” you said with a smile and walked toward Peter’s lab by his side.

Peter entered it first as he asked his AI, who he had named Karen, to let you in. You thanked the AI -as you’d done since an early age to each one of your AI’s although Harry believed it was quite stupid- before stepping onto the lab.

Some people believed that the eyes were the windows to someone’s heart but for you it was their labs. You could know someone by the way they organized their lab. Your dad’s labs were mostly a demonstration of his big dick energy. It had multiple screens that were surrounding a metal pallet were Tony would place his suits, other screens could be find in all the other places your dad probably needed them. Most importantly, the lab had a exhibit section for his suits and also sometimes he liked to decorate his labs with images of himself.

Harley’s lab on the other hand was fun but also extremely organized in an efficient way, it wasn’t a mess but it had posters on the wall coming from the biggest scientist that he admire the most to Gorillaz and David Bowie posters. He had his lab divided into sections from where all of his screens were to his mechanic section where he would build things and another section to play videogames or listen to music, even play the drumbs.

And then there was Peter Parker’s lab. Everything was fairly new but it was already different than the others. It was darker than the other labs and dimly light, there a was a section full with screens that seemed to cover all the wall and surround Peter, whilst to the right there was a long table with multiple things, from chemistry tools to multiple physics and biochemistry books and even a sewing machine which you didn’t understand.

And then there was a wall.

Over it, there was something you could just assume it was a Detective Wall. You’d seen Tony’s and the files the Avengers made but this was so much more crafty and unhinged that you ever seen. You found it strangely comforting because your detective walls were often as unhinged as this one, although you made them on your holograms so you wouldn’t cause a mess on your space and you could carry it with you anywhere.

But Peter seemed to have it on display, there weren’t any names or significant photos, and if there was anything like that they were crossed out, there were just some peculiar spots in a map of New York. Some familiar spots that you’d been going to during your extracurricular activities.

Was he following you? No, there was no way that just by gazing at some modifications that you were doing he could’ve known what you were actually doing at night.

Your mind was suddenly interrupted by a high pitch clink coming from where Peter was, you snapped your head towards him only to realize he was eyeing you with wariness.

“So, how are you?” you asked Peter as he took some of the things on his hands and placed them in the large desk next to you before he took the eraser and deleted some equations that he had on a board next to his detective wall.You glanced at the equations, some which you found strange but you tried not to pay much attention to them.

“No, how are you?” He replied finally turning to you. His eyes were glued to your face, not backing down and there was a sense of something stronger in his words.

“I’m fine,” you lied as you stare back at Peter. Hoping the eye contact may dissuade him from asking more questions that you didn’t want to answer.

But Peter didn’t backed down.

You avoided eye contact until the air cleared and became deathly silent, then you turned to Peter. Something felt different. It wasn’t awkward, but not calm either. There was a tension that held your body hostage, frozen in place with no sign of escaping as Peter Parker walked up to you and raised his hand towards your shoulder.

You felt your breathing hitching as his skin made contact with your clothed skin, he had barely actually touched you yet you could feel goosebumps already erupting all over your body. Your eyes fell on his hand and then back to his eyes, only to have him looking at you with softness and as if he had asked them with words, he asked for permission.

You didn’t understand what he wanted, and part of you wondered if the hint of gleaming he had on his eyes was lust.

It wasn’t.

It was something much more intimate than what you’d felt before.

Soon, Peter took a hold of your cardigan and uncovered your shoulder. It was a matter of seconds before his eyes fell onto your purple skin and you felt like your heart was going to burst out of your heart as his fingers brushed the dark spot on your skin. He doesn’t say anything to further the conversation. He just stares. He’s lost in his head, chocolate eyes stuck on the very nasty bruise that had colored a large section of your skin.

And then he spoke.

“Are you sure you don’t want to tell me something?” Peter’s voice was stern but still a bit wobbly, his breathing was heavier as his eyes look back at you with concern.

And suddenly, you felt like you were drowning.

In one sudden motion you jerked away from Peter and his touch before you were pulling your cardigan back at it’s place, hiding the bluish red spot from anyone’s sight. You spun on your heels and in record time you were already on the hallway, walking away from Peter, walking away from the strange and horrible tingle that you were feeling all over your body.

You sucked in a large breath and quickly let it out before you were trying to call the elevator as quickly as you could. All your energy was essentially shot, you only felt the strange tingle all over your body and your hands were already shaking, you knew the feeling and the shortness of breath wouldn’t take long to come.

Had Peter’s action trigger a panic attack?

But then you felt Peter’s hand on yours, and you turned around. You felt as thought you were jumping into a cool spring water. His presence alone was making you nervous but the more you looked into his eyes, something soothed you.

You didn’t rush to say anything but he did.

“Y/N, come on,” he muttered while still holding your hand. “You’re clearly upset and i’m not the asshole who pretends not to notice. Are you truly okay?” he asked once more and you felt like breaking down.

There was something about Peter Parker that you ofted didn’t found in anyone and that was sincerity. He was truly concern about you, even if you had met a handful of times, he truly wanted to make sure that you were okay. This stranger seemed to be more concern for your safety and wellbeing than some of what you guessed were your closest friends. You realized that no one had actually asked you that in years, at least not with the same honesty as Peter Parker was displaying at the moment. Many simply assumed that you weren’t okay or that you would snap at such question, but they didn’t seem to care.

Peter did.

“I’m not fine,” you finally muttered honestly and you could feel the tears dwelling on your eyes.

“Hey,” Peter mumbled before he was pulling you forward so you stumble into his chest before wrapping his arms around you.

You didn’t react immediately because it had been a while since someone that you weren’t particularly close to you was hugging you, which you found it annoying for a second. You didn’t understood Peter’s need for physical touch but at the moment you truly appreciate it, and soon you were wrapping your arms around his waist.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered after a few seconds.

You felt Peter smiling at the crook of your neck. “Don’t be,” he replied.

“Yeah, I just cried in front of someone I don’t really know,”

Peter chuckled before he was pulling back.“You seem a little bit uptight, you know that?” he asked before you were frowning immediately. “What? I’m just saying that you look stressed out”

“Well I am,” you muttered while you crossed your arms over your chest with a raise brow.

“How about a party? To relax?” Peter asked and you felt your stomach dropping.

You hadn’t even started with your plan for making Peter invite you and yet here you were.

“Tonight?”

Peter nodded as he placed a hand on the back of his neck. “Yeah, me and some friends from my school are going out, would you like to come?”

“Uhm, yeah” You stuttered before smiling. “Text me the address?” you pointed out before you called the elevator again.

“No way, I’ll pick you.” Peter stated seriously.

“Oh,” you muttered before realizing Peter’s cheeks were turning pink.

“At seven?”

“Sure,”

“Okay?”

“Yeah,”

Suddenly, Tony’s head peaked out of his lab and his eyes fell on both of you, wariness drawn in his whole face. You didn’t quite understood your dad’s aversion at your friendship, did he really think that you would mess with Peter?

“Y/N, stop distracting Peter,” He stated before he looked at Peter with a frown. “Come on, underoos!”

Peter nodded in a hurry before he was walking away to the lab while you entered the elevator.

Your plan was on track and you were strangely happy about it.

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It's me again and since you gave such helpful advice for writing Flash and MJ I now want to ask - what's your advice for writing good Irondad? Because I've read some and made, like, one reference to it in a fic of mine, but it wasn't until your posts that I realised that there were actually a lot of issues??? With Irondad tropes??? Including some I hadn't realised were problems but on finding out they were it made a lot of sense so. What's your best tips for writing them well?

One of thee funniest things to me is this reputation I seem to have in certain irondad circles for being some obsessive comics reader who hates irondad and only started writing spideychelle for “the clout” (I am begging people to learn what words mean tbh) when I’ve been writing and irondad— and spideychelle— for the past four years, since my very first fic.

I should give a disclaimer and say there’s no bad way to write irondad but I won’t: there are bad ways to write irondad that have absolutely nothing to do with “preference” or “interest” or “preferring fanon” and have everything to do with white male supremacy.

It is so very easy to write irondad without being shitty to the women and POC in each of their lives and that to me is a perfect starting point. Tony and Peter as family? Excellent. Love a good found family! But where are Pepper and Morgan? Is she always in Japan? Off with the grandparents? Is Rhodey present and relevant and engaged or is he off in DC? Are the Avengers taking precedence in the story? Which ones? And why?

On Peter’s side, where’s May? How does she seem him? Treat him? Is her view or role as his parent relegating to dumping him off at Tony’s so she can work a double shift as a nurse? How does Ned feature, beyond being the butt of the joke? Is MJ mean? Cruel? Abrasive? How is Flash featured in the story, if at all?

No, not every irondad fic has to suddenly have the entire cast of Marvel characters to not be problematic but it’s more asking yourself: what characters are being chosen for the story and why? Sure, it’s easy to write a simple irondad story of Peter and Tony jetting to Canada for whatever plot reason but what’s their world look like? Why? Who is considered important to each of them? If the Avengers are involved, is it only the white ones? (And before someone tries to argue it’s about proximity, Rhodey is Tony’s best friend and Sam is now Captain America… and yet I could probably name the “team” fics they’re a genuine part of compared to the never ending glut of “team” fics that also include… Bucky.)

To me it’s just kinda sitting back and asking yourself, “why am I choosing the characters I am to tell this story?” Irondad as a fandom categorically seeks to erase anyone else of any other importance to Peter and Tony besides each other which just ends up falling into the same derivative, problematic tropes that any “two white guys” pairing has.

tl;dr it’s very easy to write irondad without being shitty to the women and POC in their lives. Add, instead of subtract.

#seek speaks #irondad #waiting for hollow to write the meta about irondad and the way the fandom portrays their relationship #but let me not speak

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Hamartia [Epilogue]

Pairing: Dark!Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Words: 2,062

Warnings: Fluff, minor mention of death, mentions of blood, mentions of bruises, mentions of scars, it’s just some bittersweet fluff tbh

Summary: New beginnings

A/N: It’s finally here, the end of Hamartia!! Thank you guys so much for sticking around and thank you for all of your comments!! It’s taken a long time to finish but I’m so glad you guys have liked the series and it’s been a lot of fun writing it. It’s definitely a series I’m very proud of so thank you to everyone who’s read it!! I hope you guys like it!! Please lemme know what y’all think!!

ch. 18 || ch. 19 || ch. 20

series masterlist // masterlist

The trip to Amsterdam was one of the best times of your and Peter’s lives. For the first time since becoming Spider-Man, not a single villain showed up on this trip. Instead, him and you got to go to the museum in peace and he watched you become so enthralled with every single painting you witnessed and he fell that much more in love with you with every painting. You found love in the art while he found more love in you.

You went to Body Worlds, the NEMO museum, and took tours around the city. Something about the whole trip brought you closer together and neither of you wanted to leave and go back home. But, Peter promised he’d bring you back, when he won’t need Harley’s help. And you vowed to take him wherever he wanted next, as a thank you.

Now, it’s July and you’ve been back home for three months, going into a routine. Peter has been enjoying his job at the Daily Bugle and is thrilled to be back being Spider-Man. He’s back to saving people, and promising to take a break if he ever needs it again. You’ve actually been learning some of the ins and outs of Stark Industries. You’re still very intent that you won’t be taking it over, Harley can absolutely have the company, but you still wants to be a part of that and that means you have to learn at least something. So, you pack up almost every morning and go with Harley and Pepper. You’ve gotten back into coaching which started earlier in the month. Life feels good for the both of you and you’re ready to move on to something bigger and better.

You’re standing in your room, looking around in athletic shorts and one of Peter’s shirts. A soft and sad smile holds your lips. Memories were made in this room, so many memories. Late-night study sessions where all of your friends were still alive and happy. You remember all of the laughter, spilled snacks, the games of “Never Have I Ever” being played for more than actually studying. The walls, you’re sure, still hold your friends’ laughter like your memory. And you remember movie nights with just Harley and you throwing popcorn at him until he stopped quoting Interstellar for the millionth time. Your first night with Peter plays back like an old film.

The night he came to your window, all of the nights he’d come to your window through high school, bloody and bruised usually, apologizing profusely but asking if you'd help him so May or MJ didn’t worry. And you always helped, you started keeping a first aid kit in your room because of him. and you remember the time, the Star Wars movies after everything had happened, fixing the prosthetic leg, giving him his camera. Every memory floods black like a flooded dam.

The walls have heard and seen so many things and now that’s it. The walls hold those memories in like a padlock, sealing them away with no one there to make more memories, none of you and your friends anyway. It’s a bit bittersweet but you know, if you want to be closer to the memories, you can always come back. So, you bend down, and pick up the last cardboard box before turning around towards the door.

“Need any help?” Peter asks, voice as cheery as ever as he hangs upside down from your door, scaring you and getting a good yell out you.

“Damn it, Peter!” You yell, Peter laughing and nearly slipping while still upside down. “You scared the shit out of me!” Your heart is racing in your chest but you’re laughing with Peter. “Why are you on the ceiling?”

He gives you a cheeky grin. “Thought it’d be fun to scare you.”

“I think you’ve hung out with Clint one too many times.” You mutter with the shake of your head. “But yeah, if you wanna take the box.”

Peter chuckles but nods, lowering himself onto the floor and walking over to you, taking the box from you. “You sure about this?”

“Well, we’ve been living together for a year now anyway. Can’t be too much different, right?”

“Yeah, uh, that’s a good point.” Peter nods, smile decorating his face but he saw you standing there so he knows something’s up. “You, uh, you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah,” You nod with a gentle smile. “Just weird, I guess. I lived with Cinder, ya know? But, I was usually here. I think I was here more than there.” You admit with a scoff. “There’s a lot of memories here.”

Peter nods with understanding. “We, uh, we’ll make more. Better ones.” His eyes are big and soft, gentle and pretty as ever.

“Yeah, we will.” You look to the ground and back to him. “Let’s go, spider-boy, I’m ready, I promise. Are you sure about this?”

“Absolutely.” Peter nods his head towards the door.

You head out first, leading the way out the door. You say your final goodbyes to who’s at the tower before getting into the U-Haul. It was a month after you got back from Amsterdam, you were up late one night, cuddling in bed with Peter tracing the scar on your shoulder and he asked if you wanted to get a place with him. He’d been saving almost every penny from his paycheck for an apartment but after what you’ve been through and already living together for a year, he didn’t want to be away from you even if it was just to sleep.

There was no hesitation in your voice when you agreed, not seconds after Peter finished the question. You were ready to leave, as sad as it is t leave the childhood home, you were ready. You aren’t moving far, you’re still in the city but now Peter will be within walking distance of the Daily Bugle and Happy still offered to pick you up if you wanted. You declined but appreciated the offer. But, this was it, you were officially moving out and into your own place to live your own lives for the first time and you both are so excited.

The apartment is rundown a little. But you have permission from the landlord to fix up a few things and paint, kind of really make it your place. And so, after getting a few things unpacked, you and Peter are sitting on a hand-me-down couch from the tower, takeout on a box in front of you while you look through places like Home Depot and Menards, looking at furniture and paint. And you’re laughing at each other’s ideas and suggestions, saying neither of you have taste, only for Peter to let you pick out whatever you want, besides the paint. He does not want red and blue walls as much as you think it would be funny.

“Please, think about--”

“I’m begging you, no.” Peter shakes his head, scrolling away and searching for green paint.

He will not have red and blue walls. Absolutely not, he will cave with almost everything else but not that. But, he likes green and Ned has a green wall. He always liked it so surely you will like it, right?

“GREEN?!” You yell, face contorted with disgust.

“What’s wrong with green?” Peter yells back. He glances between you and the phone, pointing at the screen with his free hand. "It's a good color!"

“Lots of things, like grass stains.” You state. "Those are terrible and like, asparagus."

Peter’s eyes are narrowed as he lets out a laugh. “Did grass stains scar you so bad, Y/n? I will give you the asparagus though. Gross.”

“Yes, actually. I ruined my favorite shorts once." Your voice is filled with sarcasm.

"Then why'd you start coaching?" Peter retorts.

"No, green, Pete." You laugh. “You wouldn’t let me help with first, last, or the security deposit. So, no green.”

With everything Peter went through and then drowning himself in bills, he wants to be able to do this. Not for you, but for himself. He wants to afford the apartment so when you offered to just pay for it, pay more so you could have a new apartment with all upgraded features and appliances, he said no. He didn’t want you to pay for any of it. So, you compromised, you picked an apartment you could afford if both of you made the same pay. What he doesn’t know is that you’ll still be buying all of the furniture, paint, and groceries.

“Yellow?” Peter offers with hopeful eyes.

“Ew.” You scrunch your nose.

"What's wrong with yellow?" Peter shakes his head in confusion.

"It's too bright!"

"You, uh, had a wall of windows in your bedroom your whole life?" Peter's head goes back as he laughs.

"Exactly! I need something that's not so blinding. Pick another."

“Off-white?” Peter lets out a sigh, going for something too simple hoping you’ll say no.

“Well, we’re doing white cabinets.” You point behind Peter towards the kitchen where there are old, dark wooden cabinets which you’ll be replacing.

“WHY WHITE CABINETS?!” Peter's eyes are wide and that cannot do. He's very messy sometimes, especially with food and the cabinets will just be dirty all the time. What is with people and white cabinets?

“They’re sleek!” Shiloh defends.

“So, is black!” Peter comes back, both of you still maintaining smiles during this whole thing, a bit surprised it’s the paint you can’t agree on.

“Too dark!”

Peter narrows his eyes again. You want something dark but not too dark and it just makes him laugh because there are a million colors. He knows you'll agree on something but it's funny to him how different your ideas are. It's something he hadn't thought of it but it's a lot of fun figuring it out with you. You'll be able to mold your home into something that really is this combination of the both of you, a comprise will work because it always does and it will be yours. He won't feel like a guest, and you won't feel like you have to keep the aesthetic of the tower. This is yours.

“Compromise?” Peter asks.

“I think you should just watch HGTV.” You offer with a grin.

“I’ll watch it if we don’t do white cabinets and red and blue walls.” Peter chuckles, pleading eyes. “Pease.”

You pause for a second, eyes narrowed at him but a smile dances across your face. “Alright, deal. 100 Day Dream Home, grey cabinets, white walls?” You offer with raised brows.

“Green accent wall?” Peter counters.

“Brick red accent wall?” You offer, gaining a not-so-pleased look from Peter. "I really just like the color and as an accent wall, it won't be too much. No blue, promise." You chuckle.

The corner of Peter’s mouth twitches. “Deal.”

You lean over, pulling Peter’s mouth to yours in a soft and gentle kiss. “Thank you.”

“For what?” Peter chuckles.

“Asking me to live with you, compromising, being you.”

Peter adjusts himself so he’s facing you before cupping your face in his hands. “I don’t wanna live with anyone else.”

You put your forehead to his. “I love you, ya know?”

“I love you, too.” Peter pulls you closer to him, your lips colliding against his, his mouth moving in sync with you as you smile and hum against him. “Wanna go to the bedroom?” His eyes dart from yours, behind you to your bedroom.

“Do you have to ask?” You grab his hand, pulling him with you, connecting your lips to his as Peter’s hands go to the hem of your shirt, pulling it off of you as you walk backwards towards the bedroom.

To find someone who loves you, truly, for who you are and who you can be is something indescribable. It's almost magical but what Peter and you have is so much more because you have seen everything horrible and grimy and dark that could possibly happen to someone and you have come out of it, together. You ended up on the other side with scars and bright flashlights, arm in and arm, leading the way to a better and brighter future. You don't love each other despite the bad, you love each other in spite of it all. Finding someone who chooses you, over everything, that is something to keep close. And for you and Peter, right here, right now, entangled in each other arms with the love only dreamt about, it’s a new beginning after the tragic downfall of a hero.

A/n: Thank you guys so much reading!! 😭💕

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babybatscreationsv2 · 6 months

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Ghostface ch2

Marvel | Starker

The only thing Peter likes about Halloween is the candy, but when his bully, Tony, starts to tease him he's ready to prove his courage. Even if that means tolerating it as Tony follows him around in a scary mask. It's not like he could really hurt him, right?

Rating: Explicit

Another amazing prompt by H <3

Warnings and tags below

Warnings/tags: fear kink, noncon, crying, begging, stalking, scary mask, humiliation

"He was just following you around with a mask?"

Peter slammed his locker shut and leaned against it. MJ was watching him from the other side.

"Yep..." Peter sighed. He'd avoided talking about what happened in the maze, but MJ had a way of seeing through him. He was worried she might find out and he didn't want to know what his friends would think of him if they knew how scared he was.

"It was more than following," Ned said. "It was harassment. You should report him, Peter."

"And say what? That I willingly followed a guy into a creepy maze? I don't think they're gonna believe that I was being harassed after that."

"You really should make a statement," MJ said. "It'll be important if you turn up dead."

They both looked at her, but she just shrugged with one of Peter's tootsie pops in her mouth.

"You're planning on bringing your own candy to the party tonight, right? You can't just steal all of ours," Ned complained. "May already ate the good stuff that was hidden in the pantry."

"There's a party tonight?"

Peter rolled his eyes at the appearance of one Steve Rogers over Ned's shoulder.

"Nope, no parties here," Ned insisted.

"That's funny, I could have sworn I heard something about a party." He smiled and Peter knew they weren't getting off the hook about this.

"It's not really a party. We're just gonna watch some movies," he said. He could see Tony now talking to Pepper. His stomach dropped when the boy turned and caught his eye. He smirked and came over to join him, Bucky and Rhodey at his back.

"Did you hear about the party at Peter's house, Tony?" Steve announced. "I didn't get an invitation. Did you?"

Tony threw an arm over Steve's shoulder. "Petey is that true? You're having a party without me?"

"Creepy stalkers aren't invited," MJ said. Tony barely looked at her.

"What kind of party are we talking? You kids gonna watch The Great Pumpkin?"

"Uh no, we're gonna watch Halloweentown," Ned said. And then immediately regretted it.

Steve snorted, but Tony just smiled. His gaze was way too intense as he looked at Peter.

"Don't you think that's a little too scary for you, Petey?" Tony purred. "Or are you ready to graduate to something a little more intense? You took it so well last night."

Peter blushed at the insinuation.

"Maybe me and boys will drop by and introduce you to our favorite slasher flicks."

"You're not invited," MJ reiterated. Tony finally looked her way.

"I don't hear Peter protesting. It's his party after all isn't it?"

Peter shook his head, breaking out of his paralysis. "Screw you, Tony." He turned away, walking past MJ and leaving his friends to follow.

"That's not a no!" Tony called after him. His friends all laughed sounding just as sinister as the creepy figures in that maze.

He was on edge throughout the day, waiting for Tony to appear to laugh at him some more. He could wait for Halloween to finally die out for the year. School ended and Peter walked home with his friends, but he couldn't forget what Tony said. Would he really just show up at his house? May was working overnight. There wouldn't be anyone to shoo him off if he did.

They turned the lights off, except for the one in the hallway, and started the movie. The coffee table was overflowing with candy and snacks. Finally, this was a Halloween activity Peter could get behind.

And then the doorbell rang. MJ grabbed the remote and paused the movie as the three of them opened the door.

"Who would that be this late?" Ned asked.

"You don't think it's them do you?" MJ said.

Peter looked out the window. "I don't know. I can't see anything."

The bell rang again. Nervously, he left the couch and went to the door. Ned followed behind him. Peter grabbed the doorknob and turned. Then he opened it just a crack.

There was no one on the other side. He opened the door wider and Ned looked out. Peter shut the door and locked it, then locked the deadbolt for good measure.

"It's probably just Tony fucking around," Ned said. "Let's just ignore him."

"Yeah, you're probably right." Peter followed him back to the couch, but he was too on edge to watch the movie. What if it wasn't just Tony? And what if it was Tony, but he ended up doing something actually scary?

After a few minutes the phone rang. Peter jumped at the sound.

MJ groaned. "How much you wanna bet it's an idiot jock?"

"It could be May..." Peter said.

MJ paused the movie again as Peter picked up the phone. The number showed as private on the caller ID. He found himself regretting it when he picked up anyway.

"Hello?"

A raspy voice answered. "You shouldn't take calls from strangers, kid. Something might happen to you."

Peter hung up quickly and set the phone down. He hurried back to his friends, hiding the way his hands were shaking.

"Okay, this is ridiculous," MJ said. "I'm putting a stop to this before it goes any further." She stood up from the couch and marched for the door with Ned hesitantly going to join her.

"Guys, just leave it be. You'll only make it worse" Peter groaned. He stood and looked out the window. The street looked so peaceful. He couldn't see anything but fallen leaves, but he was sure Tony and his friends were out there somewhere.

MJ yanked open the door and stepped out. Ned hovered in the doorway. "Hey, dick heads! We know it's you clowning around out there! Fuck off before we call the police!"

She stood out there for a moment as if they might come out and surrender before coming back inside and locking the door. "That'll scare them off," she declared.

"Oh, definitely," Ned agreed, but he didn't look very confident.

The phone rang again. MJ swiped the phone from the receiver. "Hello?" she said. Peter waited anxiously to see what they might say. A thunk against the window made him jump. He looked to see nothing more than an egg splattered against the window screen. He could hear laughter coming from the phone before the line went dead.

"This is stupid." MJ hung up the phone and set it down. "No one answers the phone and no one opens the door, got it? Eventually they'll get bored and leave."

"You're probably right," Ned agreed. "You okay, Pete?"

He nodded his head as he watched out the window. "Yeah, I'm okay." He kept waiting for that mask to appear in the window, but nothing outside moved.

They went back to their movie. The phone rang. Peter's heart raced as he listened to it ring again and again. MJ was putting on a good show of ignoring it, but Peter couldn't. Ned didn't look any less distracted. But even as it rang a second time, no one touched the phone.

The movie ended as the sun started to set. Peter waved his friends off to walk each other home. At least Tony seemed to have gotten bored. Or that's what he thought until the phone rang again.

He tried to ignore it, but morbid curiosity took hold and he picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Just you and me now, kiddo," a voice rasped.

Peter swallowed. "I know it's you, Tony. What do you want?"

"Come outside."

Peter looked at the locked front door. It was the only thing between him and whatever the hell Tony was doing out there. "No," he said firmly.

"Come on. Don't be a pussy."

"Why? What's out there?"

"Only the most gorgeous sunset," they teased. "Come out and see."

Peter took a deep breath. "Fine. I'm not scared of you." He marched to the door before he could think better of it and yanked it open. He stepped out onto the porch. At first he saw nothing. Then he screamed.

His heart raced and he stood there frozen. Then finally he realized what he was seeing. Tony had hung the mask from the top of the rocking chair. In the shadows, he'd thought he'd seen a person.

Tony laughed over the phone. "You're so fucking cute, Petey. Did you see something scary?"

"Fuck you!" Peter hung up the phone and went back inside. He should have listened to MJ. This was stupid. It wasn't like Tony could even hurt him. He was just some stupid bully with a stupid mask.

As he turned away from the door, something moved around the corner, leading to the hallway. Shaking, he set the phone down on the base and walked towards it.

"Tony?" He swallowed. "You can't just break into my house... That's against the law, Tony!"

He went into the hall in complete disbelief. There was no way, right? He wouldn't just break in. He couldn't.

Peter looked around the corner to the kitchen. The backdoor was shut, but the deadbolt was flipped the wrong way. He shuddered. No... he wouldn't... And so what if he did? He wasn't actually going to hurt him right? But then again in the maze...

"Tony, this isn't funny! You're going way too far!" He stood at the end of the hall, afraid to move. After a while he started to wonder if he'd been seeing things. Maybe Tony was gone. Maybe he'd left the mask on the porch and went home.

Well now he needed to be sure. He couldn't sleep thinking Tony might be hiding in his closet.

So he went down the hall. The door to the bathroom was open and inside was dark. He couldn't see anyone hiding inside, but what if he was hiding in the shower. He stepped into the room with one arm out, fingers reaching. As he touched the plastic curtain, he could see just how hard his hand was shaking. He gripped the material and slowly drew it back. The tub was empty. As it should be. He was probably going inside. He probably hadn't seen anything at all.

Peter went back to the hallway, trying his best to soothe himself. As soon as he stepped through the doorway, there he was. That white face peered at him around the corner, body leaning out from Peter's own bedroom. At first he thought it was another trick.

Until Tony yelled, "Boo!"

Peter gasped and darted back down the hall toward the living room. He grabbed for the door handle, but he was shaking too hard and he fumbled with the lock. Tony slammed into his back, shoving him face first into the hard wood.

"What are you so afraid of, Pete? I thought we were having a party?" Tony said through the mask.

"Let me go!" He struggled and managed to slip out from under him, but Tony tripped him before he could get past. The older boy landed on top of him, pinning him down on his stomach. His weight pressed into his back.

"You're such a baby, you know that? What's so scary about a mask?"

"How about the knife you pulled on me, you fucking creep?"

Tony chuckled. "Oh that? Are you scared I might hurt you?"

"You're an asshole! Leave me alone!" Peter tried to crawl out from under him, but he was too heavy.

Tony leaned down beside him. "I said, are you scared, Peter?"

"Yes," he sobbed. "Now get off of me!"

Tony moaned in his ear, ragged almost growling. Peter froze and he realized exactly what was pressed against his ass.

"Are you- are you getting off on this? You're actually fucking sick you know that?"

Tony laughed. "Oh yeah? Do I disgust you? Tell me more."

He grabbed Peter's shoulder and flipped him over. His hand grabbed his throat and held him down. Peter grabbed his wrist with both hands but he couldn't push him off.

"Let go! Tony please," he sobbed.

He leaned forward, mask hanging in his face. Peter couldn't look away. "Tell me again," Tony said.

"I'm scared, okay?" he whimpered. "I'm fucking scared of you and your fucking mask! Now let me go, please!"

"Not yet, Petey. I'm not finished." He let go of his neck just to adjust himself so he knelt on Peter's arms. If he wasn't so paralyzed, he might have been able to throw him off.

Instead he was trapped, watching in horror and disgust, as Tony reached under his robe and pulled out his dick. He was hard-hard, like he'd been ready to go since the first phone call. He panted over him, staring down through the mask, stroking his dick right in Peter's face.

"You want me to let you go?" Tony purred.

"Please..."

"Kiss it."

"No, please- I don't want to-"

"I don't give a fuck. Open up." He pushed his hips forward until the tip of his cock was between Peter's lips. He cried, refusing to participate, but that was clearly enough for Tony. He stroked his cock like Peter was just a toy for him, like his tears were more than enough. Then he came, spurting cum in his mouth and across his face.

Tony sighed contently. He wiped his dick off on Peter's cheek. Then he took off the mask.

"Souvenir for you. I'm sure you'll need it when you're having wet dreams about this tonight." He smirked as he dropped it beside Peter's head.

He couldn't move as Tony climbed off of him. He stared down at him for a moment, grinning. Then he pulled out his phone and took a picture.

"Thanks for inviting me to your party. That was the most fun I think I've ever had," he said. "Don't worry. The picture's just for me. I'm an asshole and a gentleman."

He stepped over him on his way to the kitchen. Peter didn't even watch him leave. He just laid there, listening to his heart pound in his chest and staring at the mask left on the floor.

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