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The White Dove Pt 47 - Tesseract Stole My Candy

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Agony’s Other amongst the others at the pre-Yule trip back at the holiday dinner smiled as you looked at the card with the steps to a location online. They said, “Skrulls our Others faced off with back in the 80’s found out they had copied the Library of Alexandria and then burned it down to keep control of how humans were evolving. The Skrulls were killed and the Symbiotes hid their library of all the scanned documents. We knew you would appreciate it.”

“Thank you,” you said hugging them. “It’s incredible.”

“Oh don’t think us,” Phage’s Other said. “Mainly transcripts and tedious documents for all we have checked. Very few scintillating finds.”

“Tedious paints a picture all the same.” You said spreading smiles.

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Rhodey had called once he knew you were in town again. Thankful and flattered by your mention and use of his joke he shared he loved hearing from you. The same conversation he did give warning of the contract changes to come and Stark’s efforts to unload the planes still left to order a new fleet and that the military was planning to gain two new Blackhowls as well.

Pilots were gaining more confidence in handling them and two more were capable of training their own new pilots until they gained confidence as well for their own future craft. Especially in Arctic temperatures they thrived and showed little hassle as normal craft did no matter the weather and those would be used to help in rescue and transport missions there was little that hadn’t been thrown at them they’d seen the other side of scratch free. So there was always growing hope to expand the fleet as more jobs were made safer with them in the lead to get it done.

Money was coming, and the closer you got to your birthday the better as it could finally change everything to grant so much freedom and comfort. Just had to wait a bit longer. Couple more weeks. Just a couple more then a few months after that and there was no logical way to keep you from getting your degree from Midtown and then you could just focus on crunching through your degrees to see if something stuck out for you to chase as a true passion. The more time you snuck on Eldfalls’ sail however you knew that at least somewhere in there that work of ships in some way could be a part of your future, if only to repair him as he aged or his sail would eventually give out.

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“Pluto,” a voice that took you a moment to recall with help of your bees turned your head from the egg, pepper and potato scramble you were making. “It’s Doctor Strange, of course congratulations, but I did want to call you as my hospital board is willing to give some of your patient scanners a shot.”

“It’s because,”

“You won a Nobel prize for Medicine, yes,” he cut you off, “But also partly because I have been badgering them non-stop about it every quarterly meeting and review session I could manage to crash. So in part you would be helping to shut me up.”

Softly you giggled making the Doctor grin at the hopeful sign he had accomplished this feat. “How many and how soon would you need them and what style would you want?”

“They come in styles?” He asked and it was your turn to grin.

“Normally I keep them as winged insects, so they can fly around, but I can make them as parrots or small birds if they like.”

“Our hospital logo is a hummingbird, they might like that.”

“I can do that, easy.”

“Quantity, right, they said we can start with 80, to test them out in the ER and ICU, and they will sign a check for $800k upon delivery and demonstration of how they work.”

The sheer number had you a bit stunned and you said, “Alright, I’ll get right on them,” you said beginning to glow and form one over your free mist coated palm, “And let you know when I’m finished, shouldn’t take too long just a week or so.”

“I will let them know and they can ready the press piece for it.”

“Killing the insurance market is really hitting hospitals that hard?”

Lowly he let out a chuckle, “We got patients coming out of the floorboards since it’s affordable. And calls daily about the work your research center is doing on when drugs could be possible. I knew you were gonna be something impossible. Keep up the good work I won’t keep you, enjoy your morning.”

“You too,” you said watching the colorful half palm sized bird begin to fly around and be greeted by your bees that would help to finish the programming to monitor patients properly to hospital standard.

“Oh now these are just downright adorable.” He said with a beaming smile as three of the newly created hummingbird scanners hovered around him while he brought up the tickets he got to surprise you with for a show a bit later.

“Dr Strange pulled through. His hospital wants 80 and their logo has a hummingbird on it. $800k,” you said making him let out a whistle as they projected scans of his body and Venom hiding inside of it. “Almost feels a bit like cheating since I can grow them myself.”

“This is not cheating. These are the wings that will carry on the next round of the medical world revolution.”

With a giggle you said, “Certainly the most adorable revolution I’ve seen.”

“Gonna make some recharging nests too?”

“Yes, I think I can ration four pods in a clump to spare install time.” You said showing him the sketch of the four bubble shaped spiral tiered nest station that could be installed like a sconce he smiled wider at.

“So precious.”

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“Have the contracts ready for you right here.” Matt said and Foggy helped to pass you the first for Stark. Page by page Matt explained the terms with help of Foggy on a few finer details on your non-Braille copy so you could sign at the numerous flag stickers and date.

The military contract was much larger and had included the details that you would be paid in full for the next go round to do with the funds as you pleased.

Once the contracts were concluded the talk of other mortgage scandal clients filled a small gap while you ignored the press scandal of the latest of the tumor riddled pop star whose male mistress was telling all. While looking far younger than her and her much older boyfriend, a lawyer was called for in her own case as he had shared videos, pictures and messages galore. To prove they had been hot and heavy for years with a baby on the way that she was desperate to not let the world know she was debating on how to handle the so called devastating fiasco for her career due in just under six months.

And of course like the fame seeking habit of a pug faced former model wife of another famous R&B singer had put her foot into the fire to kick off even the least talkative Congressmen to give their stances and stir up plans of a march in Washington. Again a vote and bills were being brought up with the same tumor riddled pop star and her dissolving public reputation linked pregnancy in the center of it.

“Do you have a timeline on when they want the next set of planes?” Matt asked.

“Spring was what they told me they hoped for, hangar isn’t heated that well to have me there. But they might be up to something else and keeping mum on it.”

Matt said, “Well if the base is up North could have more to do with some rail work repairs than that from what I hear.”

“See, secret keeping.” You said making the duo chuckle.

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Through the doors of the hospital it was a bit comical to some to see the wheelbarrow of the recharging nests and 80 birds all over the rest of the space within the means of transport from the van Eddie helped you to bring them in. All over the press was your face with hummingbird breeds. And for a team of photographers you were filmed atop a folding ladder you used to mount the tiered docks within or near to walls close to the ceiling to not allow them to be bumped by chance to protect them while charging. Throughout the ER and ICU they were assigned and to the numerous members of staff both Doctor and Nurse alike you shared the basic function of the birds that proved to show they could and had linked to the chart system within seconds.

“They each have names,” you said and specifically to a snickering set of Residents, “No matter how ridiculous it might seem to you,” luring the focus of the Doctor heading their training who glared at them, instantly ceasing the amusement, “They are social unlike their biological counterparts, and will require communications regarding patient care. Instruction of scans of certain body parts or even just transfer of scans to another department.”

One patient who had a broken foot agreed to be the guinea pig and watched as the others did the projected scan of the broken bones and pins used to secure them again inside the cast. Though a flight higher notified their surgeon of a blood clot that had the patient hurried off to have that handled before it could be allowed to travel any farther closer to their heart. “There also is a feature of the flock that were a Doctor to simply dismiss any complaint of a patient due to weight issues, something made up for attention, or done out of enhanced anxiety, or that of a ‘woman problem’ or something as frivolous than that Doctor’s file will be flagged for implementing bias and the flock will signal another Doctor to the patient to be treated properly.”

A Doctor scoffed and said, “What if it is a weight issue, like arthritis? Or a women’s issue like a cyst or period cramp?”

“The bias statement will be issued after the scan. And any and all possible harmful issues will be noted within the file upon their visit. Any anxiety flags will send word to the psychology department for a consult as well to be safe and also amongst the other features is one that should someone come in within an abusive relationship, be it parental, domestic or otherwise the police will be notified and the room will be monitored and taped for evidence to support the victim.” You said parting lips. “Doctor and Nurse abuse is far less frequent than other forms in terms of hospital statistics and if that can be remedied at least within these walls the flock will assist all that is possible. And such, should there be a delirious or belligerent or aggressive patient or relative each are able to produce a sedative gas like chloroform to assist in rendering the aggressor immobile long enough to have them contained.”

“How often do you imagine we deal with aggressive patients?” A second Resident chortled making you look their way.

“The gas is for the Nurses’ protection, who take the brunt of it.” You said making May Parker and others amongst the Nurses smile at the additional help for them. “Each of them will learn your names and they have different plumages to aid in learning theirs. Also should you dye your hair, change colored contacts or go through any cosmetic procedures try to keep your staff pictures updated or they will refuse you from the system and not take your verbal commands as they will recognize your appearance as well as your voice.”

“And if we dye our hair a lot?” One of the Doctors asked with pink tips to her hair matching the tips on her nails and earrings.

“Then a thumb print confirmation on their bellies you can request will suffice until you update your file again.” The few other patients who agreed to be scanned both were awed at seeing previous issues they knew of and a few who learned of incoming issues they could turn around now before it was a life threatening level. Check in hand it was off to the bank while you checked on the progress of a legal hurdle you had caught wind of.

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A big wig had learned where Isaiah Bradley and another 40’s era vigilante now in her own retirement lived, and had bought up their mortgages in a bank takeover that had for sale signs in their yards. Issue was made of a slight against his father decades prior was what you had learned, a KKK member who was claimed to have been brutalized and vanished, except for his head found on a spike put in the front of the burnt building where his charter held meetings.

Through your bank, by means of a more than helpful teller, your hefty investment into the bank at a claim to wish to tear those houses down to build one of your own in the quieter town to have a lab finally had a backed statement of funds for the second bank with control of the mortgages. As Matt was in court Foggy had arrived to assist you in completing the paperwork that by the set of the sun garnered you two property packets to keep track of as well as notice of the deed reprint forms to keep in place of the deeds that could arrive anywhere from six weeks to three months from now.

$800k now after the property values after their latest inspections had fragmented into just under $80k that you would hold in savings and hope another emergency would not kick up until another hospital wanted more of your birds when the first shared how brilliant they were. Right out after a stop for something to grab takeout to Isaiah’s home Eddie drove and split the bags of food to carry with you to the door.

You had seen the expensive car that had driven away and heard Elijah yelling still inside while an unsettling buzzing sound went off next door at Miss Jubilee’s house. All the same you went to the door and rang the bell hearing from inside, “What does that mother fucker want now?!” from Elijah.

And muttered curses from Isaiah who said, “Just, wait here! Don’t do anything foolish and make this fifty times worse! I will not have you rot behind bars like I had to!”

Through the stained glass outer door his eyes fell upon you as you flinched a few fingers off the bag pressed to your chest, “Pluto, Eddie,” opening the glass door you stepped aside to allow him to do so he asked as you flashed a second wave to Elijah who peeked out from his room. “What brings you out here this time of day?”

“Wanted to celebrate, brought some food.”

“Right, your hospital, the birds. Come in.” He said inhaling deeply to keep calm and his own news to himself showing you both in once the doors were closed to the dining room.

“Well not exactly,” you said with a grin his way. Atop the table you left the bags and faced him bringing out the property packets you showed him. “I bought two houses!” Across the one for his he read the address and his jaw dropped.

“Pluto,” he murmured. “This is a $450k house!”

“Very sound investment, only I got a fair discount telling the owner of the other bank I wanted to tear your house and Miss Jubilee’s house down to make a mini mansion of my own a la Vanderbilt style.” You said making his eyes tear up in gratitude, “Could you help me tell her there’s a buzzing sound coming from her place that doesn’t seem right, before she does anything drastic.”

“That’s your money Pluto.” He said stepping closer.

“Hospitals will catch on, and want their own flocks, plus in Spring military wants two more Blackhowls and I got my jobs. Taxes will be a bitch but, worth it to fuck over a white supremacist’s day.”

Tightly he hugged you and stepped back to let Elijah, who had heard and hurried over to join in, claiming more room in a hug all his own. “Let’s go tell Miss Jubilee. We will pay you back, every penny.”

“Well I’d be glad to take a loss either way, I mean I can’t logically move here yet or afford the upkeep so I will be needing some trustworthy people who know the terrain around town to manage the pesky gardens out back,” you joked making him chuckle and wipe his eyes to head outside and next door.

The elderly woman there was just as grateful and overjoyed to calm her uproarious family with the news as you went back to eat after she’d stowed her favored chaos machines she was readying to go wreak havoc on the man Eddie confirmed the Hive would go after once the ink was dry on the deal.

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“And it will take a week for the sale and the fund transfer to solidify so just be certain to play up the fact I’ll have to evict you all to drag things out. All the hassle for me but after that’s dry it’s paid in full and he can’t do a damn thing about it.”

“Thank you, Pluto.” Isaiah said with a lingering sentimental gaze at the final goodbye of the night.

“You didn’t have to suit up again. You did, for me. Faced Nazis for me. Least I could do, spend a dreary boring afternoon signing paperwork to let you keep your homes. This home needs you.” You said widening his smile. “Not to mention Murdock and Foggy are looking into the other mortgages that bank has and if anything suspicious happens there just might be some legal trouble coming his way he can’t fight off with a paycheck.” Gaining a chuckle from him as you climbed into the van. Unseen in the pull away to them you took the chance to flex your sore hands from the work of the install and the numerous signatures of the hours of paperwork.

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The purchase of two properties and plans to sell them back soon enough was an intriguing notion to your grandfather and paternal cousins at the welcome back meal upon landing back in Norway for Yule break. Although bedtime was a welcome thing to have you wake up early the next morning to handle the paperwork to help step into the eventual research study of your injections. To see what would be required to get that up and running as the one for degenerative diseases had found its groove and ample funding for now thanks to the medals and public outpouring of support.

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Lego like internal blocks of the rings you had designed were left in a pile on the coffee table inside the rental with Eldfalls peering on at your work one at a time with tools Yggdrasil had shared the designs of. Low ‘mmhms’ and ‘uh-uhs’ from him answered the proper angles to latch each one into place with fingers extended to nudge the pieces into more ordered lines to help your choice of the next one.

Hours both Eddie and Thengel watched the growth of glowing crystal internal workings inside the halves of rings Eldfalls helped to hold one so you could line them up to bind them together.

Sparks and brilliant shows of light that filled the rental for a few near blinding moments left the house damage free. Only Eldfalls kept it levitating as he nudged you to complete folding the second ring together. That act not just had the second ring light up but the first in shifting prisms of color inside the ring that had the black metal rotate like a double helix revealing green glow in gaps within the rings. Around them your bees scanned for stability proving they both gave off oxygen as you had thought up by the makeup of the internal parts. By means of the pocket calculator sized remote Eldfalls reminded you to make first the glow was shut off as you powered them down.

“Oh those are so cool,” Eddie said when your bees scanned them showing they were not emitting anything making you smile at the successful creation of the rings you now had to learn how to control by means of various tests in the months to come. This was a nice distraction as you were invited to a party at the Palace where the King and Queen hoped to use this as a makeshift coming out party as you would be back in New  York for your 18th birthday. While Thengel shared he had your mother’s tiara, at least for the basic rule to not allow those under 18 to wear them, you were free of that expectation for this party. They hoped to place you in view of more than a few acceptable matches with families who would at least pretend to your face to be glad to link you to their sons if given the chance.

 …

 “You know, he could have just said he wanted to keep the shirt.” You sighed as you folded the poor copy of the flannel Banner had sent to your place as a Christmas present thanking you for loaning it to him. Your Landlord having kept the package safe back at your building until you had returned. This one to your sensitive senses far rougher than the former, with an embroidered octopi inside the back of the collar sporting eight legs instead of the nine you had embroidered into the original that had felt so magically soft when you found it for Eddie. Only to discover it was too small for him enabling him to let you keep it and buy him another to replace it.

“I mean he’s not even stealthy wore the thing to a lecture in India yesterday too.” Eddie said stretching his legs after your long flight back. The hall of his building being painted had brought him to hang out at your place for a bit where he could at least spend some more time with you to if anything plan out something small to do to celebrate your big birthday coming up.

2012 had just kicked off and wading through some wind blown confetti still from the New Years bash people had brought from the big ball drop on their bodies you were back again and moved back to your loom to get the final few inches left of this section completed by your next meal. All the while talking with Eddie who watched your focused efforts adoringly at just how long you had to work on this sizeable sail and even after the weaving was through how much work was left to do to get the water and wind proofing completed.

During your next meal you asked him, “What happens if he won’t hold water?”

And with a smile he said, “One way to find out, let’s hook the trailer up to the bus and go for a dip.” Your smile spread and excitedly when you went to tell him Eldfalls began to hum while you dropped the mast to be able to take the trailer out.

“Whatcha doin?” turned your head when you had stepped back out of the open doors to double check no one was blocking the street like some trucks did for late deliveries to shops nearby.

MJ amongst a group of Ned, Peter and Peter’s uncle Ben asked you spotting the lifejackets and bundles of rope in your bent arm. “Oh, hey, just checking the watertight capabilities of the hull I patched.”

She asked, “You’re going to the ocean, for that? Or, like a test pool?”

“Ocean.” You said lifting the life jackets. “Got some floaties just in case.”

Ned asked, “How likely is it to sink again?”

“Not likely, only about 45% chance.” You said making Ben chuckle.

Off his chest he lifted his camera, “Can we come? Take some fun pictures in exchange?”

“If you like. We have spare floaties and a rubber ducky life raft that can fit seven just in case.” Excitedly they came inside the garage and climbed inside the open van to sit either on the bed or the floor at their choice leaving you and Eddie the front seat.

“Wow, it’s actually a duck.” Peter said eyeing the picture on the clear bag containing the inflatable duck shaped raft amongst the spare life jackets you added from the locker along the wall with some spare folding chairs you put inside Eldfalls’ deck.

“I doubt Eldfalls will sink again, but I plan for chaos, best to be prepared.” To Eddie you said, “Have the pedal motor too just in case, which counters as ice breakers as well, and the paddles, ropes, lifejackets, floaties, ducky raft, crank lanterns, and emergency rations. Plus the safety radio to contact shore and other boats.”

“List is good, called ahead and dock is open to midnight. Won’t take that long but it will be a fun video to shoot.” Closing yourselves in the van Eddie fired it up and started the drive to the nearest dock. Both temperature and gentle snow fall had others far from willing to be on the water right now, backwards on the trailer the ship was eased into the water enough for you to let the others out and help them up onto the deck so that you could be the one to unhook Eldfalls from the trailer. Ankle deep in the water you pushed on the hull to begin guiding him out.

Eddie was quick to park and return to join you in another good push and leap up to grab the hull sides to pull yourselves up to join the others. “Okay, let’s get you a good bit off the shore line, then we can try the controls.” Paddles were taken for a surprisingly amused group task of rowing the large ship through the near freezing waters. Those were set aside when the feel of the current changed. Ben from a few angles began to snap some pictures of both people inside and the view only to turn his head at the gentle hum of the engine as your hand came to rest upon the rudder control.

Like the notes inside the book Beserkers supplied for you said ever so slightly the grip was rotated and the wings on either side had the teens and Eddie chuckle in awe at their sudden jolt to flap like hummingbird wings. While meant to fly all the same at a tolerable chug along to get the hang of the grip control and some steering to maneuver around a few small waves like propellers the wings moved Eldfalls along.

“Hey!” the Human Torch overhead looped around and gave you a wave. “Looking good Pluto. Finish that sail yet?”

“Not yet,” you called back. “Water test.”

“Looks good, love the wings. Getting colder though. Don’t stay out too long.”

“We won’t,” you answered and he waved for the teens snapping pictures of him before his jet off to check on something for Reed.

A good distance from shore Eddie helped you to lift the mast so you could adorably to Ben’s amusement wiggle around the side of the opening to drop into the hull. “Any sign of water?” Eddie asked from above keeping eye on the waves in case any changed too drastically.

Around where the hole once was you went with lantern in hand filming by means of a bee in your hair the hull and not the engine so Eldfalls wouldn’t power down on you. “Not by the patch. Bit from the deck off the wings looks like.” Scans from your bees confirmed not even a tiny slow leak was being obscured from your notice and back up you leapt to pull back up so the mast could be lowered again. A sudden shift of the wind had the ship lean to the side urging the group to move to the other side out of fear to help balance the weight and tilt it back. Though when the mast was down the ship evened out forcing them to let out a collective breath.

“Feels like the wind is shifting. Best to head back in, water will start to still and freeze soon.” Near to an hour was all this trip took, by the time you turned around and got the ship pushed back onto the trailer and secured, so the cold teens could get back in the warming van to heat up again. They got to ride on a real life alien ship even if it was freezing outside so their joy was beyond compare. Same as Eldfalls who got his first run in the water which out in Norway was near to impossible as most of the waters were already frozen over and ferries took heavy motors to break ice obscuring their usual paths. At their homes they were dropped off so you could take the trailer back and order a dinner in.

Curiosity however won out and filmed by your bees a spare cracked mug you had was tossed through one of the powered up transporter rings only to shatter against the wall the beam that shot out the second was aimed at causing you and Eddie to both flinch. “Oh, that was fast.” He said and powering them down you gave it a try to adjust the settings off your notes and listened as he planned a trip to the second hand shop to buy some spare mugs the following day to continue the experiment you documented inside a new blank notebook marked for the process of making them work.

 *.*.*

 “This Brock again. He’s like her own personal reporter. Might as well have a gossip column on the life of this kid for the Bugle.” Tony muttered to himself over the morning paper he had been using in a means to put off the inevitable task of the day to check the progress of the sales of the final few of the first fleet to help said kid gain some financial momentum.

Jarvis chimed in, “The Bugle is quite favorable on mentioning locals who are accomplished. Statistically comments online have shown a favorable amount of pride for Miss Pear.”

“Don’t doubt that, just hard to bring her anywhere close without hope of this Brock guy snagging a scoop on it. Even has at least twenty in depth interviews with Misique since she got here. Not one mentioning she was a teen. Guy’s up to something skewing things to how he wants readers to see things.”

“Sir, most reporters share that technique.”

“I get that. But he’s got a stake in this.”

“He could always care for her earnestly, Sir.”

“Barely got a slam dunk in his writing career until he first talked to Misique. No way that’s just in earnest. I know reporters and they always have an angle to chase.”

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 “Where’d it go?” you asked yourself as a second mug simply vanished instead of landing on top of the cushioning pile of blankets and pillows to catch the mug’s fall as well as the candies you had put inside.

Curiously you made note of the vanished mug and eyed the duo of hovering rings you collected a second mug from the basket of experimental dummies to toss at one that shot right out the second. “Curious.” You muttered and made note of the early morning experiment while you readied for the first day back at school.

 *.*.*

 “You will not fail me, or I will kill them all.” The words jolted Loki out of his latest nightmare to wide eyed stare with darkly circled lids and a pale complexion almost glistening due to the beads of sweat stirred from his latest reminder of what Thanos’ crony had done to him to make him obedient. Awoken laid atop a lounge inside his private vault of a bedchamber none could enter. Here he kept the Tesseract with him, in case of another inexplicable theft as with Clint.

Familiar light similar to that of the Bifrost shone above his body to drop a mug his hand rose to grab mid air. Curiously his head tilted at the ghost shaped thing inside which ringing collisions of candies came to an end causing the lights to vanish.

Onto his side he rolled to not have to sit up so he could peer inside the mug to see the chocolate covered raisins. Between two fingers he lifted one that he simply shrugged mentally and popped it into his mouth. “Mmm, delicious,” chewing simply so he could swallow and pop another into his mouth to savor the gift he attributed to the Norns as he had no clue of who else to thank for the delectable treat that reminded him of home so far from here by means of his most treasured childhood treat.

The mug was set aside and still exhausted now with images of his mother in his head he allowed himself to sleep again in hopes of her memory to chase away his monsters he battled night and day.

 *.*.*

 “I’ve checked the settings three times, this is four mugs and about half a bag of candy now Elliot.” You said on the phone with your hopeful helping hand to right this issue having called him after school when at Eddie’s for dinner.

“Perhaps there is interference.”

“What could possibly interfere with this? Like radio waves?”

“No, it would have to be another gateway.” He said making you huff.

“All I’m hearing is me having to jump through it myself to fix this problem.”

“Unfortunately.” Elliot said making you plop to the side on your mama panda bear chair to cover your face with your hand.

“Of course. One way ticket to get stabbed or shot at, though this time alien tech level combat mode.”

“I’ll go with you,” Eddie said.

But Elliot cut him off, “Oh no, best not to risk you two being sent to different places until the matter is fixed.”

“And what if the other person doesn’t want to turn off their portal?”

“Well, then we will have to evaluate the necessity for their portal and perhaps take it by force.” He said making you grumble into your palm.

“I’m not going to wage war so I can have the only portal on this planet.”

“The interference claims otherwise. You haven’t received anything yet, have you?”

“No, just someone keeps taking my mugs, candy without sending them back.”

“Hmm, perhaps then the other party is unaware of the portal and shall make the matter easier.”

“I can’t believe we’re hoping for an ignorant person who I have to break a possible heirloom of theirs to not have this issue.” You said shaking your head, “Were there issues like this with the Bifrost?”

“Oh scores.” He said making you close your eyes. “Once there was a portal on Midgard however many races attempted to make their own and Bor had to destroy them all and declare it a fully Asgardian realm negating the need for mortals to have their own portal as they could be claimed at Bor’s will.”

“So I’m breaking Bor’s proclamation is what I just got.”

And he chuckled, “No, Odin attempted a portal of his own but there were troubles and then transport was barred as travel to Asgard was banned at the end of the war.”

“Pissing off the still living AllFather, even better.”

“Had he found fault Heimdall would have been issued to confiscate those rings. Clearly you have been granted possession of those portals by Yggdrasil and that is a right he cannot fathom the power to revoke. The great tree would simply return the rings to you. You are a gatekeeper now, who are very rarely located and highly coveted as such.”

Shaking your head you tried to ignore the thoughts of the AllFather and the great tree at war over something you had done. “If I have both rings then why do they need a guardian when I’ll be the one using them?”

“While there may be two gates, where you use them, danger is always possible, and a guardian is always required no matter if it is a link of two rings or a gateway that can reach a multitude of realms.” He drew in a breath and continued.  “Keep at the tests and as promised when you complete your sail we will send our weavers to assist in the waterproofing as the heat treat is rather simple. Everything will come into play as it should, just keep on your usual schedule. Same as always you will make sense of the rings in due time, no need to rush that, and I know you are respectfully diligent to complete your sail panels up to your standards. We will be out soon and you have our number if you get stuck.”

Pt 48

#Escaped Child Assassin #Eddie Brock #Venom #Found Family #Symbiotes #James Rhodes #Tony Stark #Jarvis #Ben Parker #Ned and MJ #Peter Parker #Water Test #The Human Torch #Johnny Storm #Loki x oc eventual #Loki #Loki x oc #Elliot Randolph #Marvel #Dr Strange #Matt Murdock #Foggy Nelson #Isaiah Bradley #Elijah Bradley #Tesseract trouble

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The Adventures of Spiderling (SMAU)

Tony is alive and retired. Peter’s identity never got revealed. The kiddies are high school seniors.

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Irondad fic ideas #157

The spell is almost complete, and MJ knows. She knows Peter's never going to come find them. He's going to let himself stay forgotten.

So as soon as he's swung away she opens her phone and types in the first chat she sees with Peter not in it: "May Parker's nephew the most boring white boy name Tony Stark's son Midtown decath I love him Ned's best friend about to be erased by magic DONT FORGET HIM FIND HIM."

She manages to add a few final notes just for her, to prove to her future self that she's really the one sending the message. She hits send just as the spell is sealed.

It turns out, the group chat she'd written in was the one for "FOS" (Friends of Spider-Man).

When she stumbles across the chat again, large sections of it's history are now blank, and she doesn't remember what the name stands for. But the members are still there: herself, Ned, May Parker, Happy Hogan, and Tony Stark.

So. Two dead people and May's ex boyfriend, who never bothers to respond. At least Ned is determined. And that "I love him" echoes in her head. They both begin to poke at the mystery, not really sure it'll ever be solved.

Little does she know, Tony Stark is not as dead as the whole world believes. And he's very concerned that this random group chat is talking about magic and him having a missing son.

#tony: rocks up to mj's house with one arm and no starbucks #so about this son that I apparently have- #irondad fic ideas #once mj puts down the pepper spray and they resuscitate ned from his fainting spell: dream team together again #peter parker's self-sacrificial bullshit don't stand a chance #irondad and spiderson #iron dad and spider son #michelle jones #ned leeds #nwh fix it #peter parker #tony stark #queueueueue

[hearts-4buck]

Marvel + incorrect pictures (mostly young avengers)

#GAY PEOPLE GAY PEOPLE GAY PEOPLE OMG #text post #marvel #incorrect marvel quotes #incorrect pictures #parkner #shuri x mj #mj x shuri #ned x betty #tony stark #peter parker #harley keener #michelle jones #ned leeds #shuri udaku #princess shuri #shuri #yelena belova #kate bishop #kate x yelena #james rhodes #rhodey #iron husbands #sambucky #sam wilson #james barnes #bucky barnes #so many tags #my bad guys #bishova

[irondad3000]

Remember when Peter made videos of his trip to Germany coz he can't talk with anyone about it. What if he does the same after the spell because he has no one to talk to about all the pain he is in...

#tony stark #peter parker #irondad and spiderson #marvel #mcu #irondad #iron man #spiderman #iron dad #spider man #may parker #aunt may #mj watson #ned leeds #guy in the chair

[frost-queen]

Starcrossed lovers // part 2 (Reader x Peter Parker) NWH

Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @alex--awesome--22, @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco@subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07, @melsunshine, @panhoeofmanyfandoms, @venomsvl, @the-uncoordinated-house-cat, @rosecentury,  @imagines-by-her,  @evilcr0ne, @vviolynn, @minimin1993, @narniansmagic, @benonlinear, @canthebest1, @mellowdreamlandpost-blog, @thewhitewolfmarvel, @freek12569

Summary: The battle is ending as you finally have a sight of why Peter was so drawn to you. Can you rewrite the stars or will they remain unchanged forever? [ part 1 & part 3 & part 4 & part 5 ]

You gasped looking up. A sandstorm picked up as broken off pieces of the structure got lifted up in the air. From your position on the ground, you could easily see the battle. All three Peter’s swinging on their web. Peter, your Peter was focused on Green Goblin. Peter two focusing on Lizard.

Peter three avoiding a bolt of electricity. They were so occupied they didn’t had eyes for what was happening behind them. Eyes widening you saw the broken off pieces fly towards Peter three. You ran out from your hiding position. – “Peter!” – you screamed loud, gaze upwards.

Peter three’s eyes widened hearing your voice. As if his spider tingle was tuned on finding your voice blindly. His immediate reaction was to look down to you. – “Peter!” – you screamed again pointing upwards. Peter’s gaze went back up, looking back in horror at the flying piece of structure coming his way.

He shot a web swinging past it just in time. His action made him nearly bump against Peter one, your Peter. Peter three was dangling sloppy and out of balance. He shot another web directing him to vast ground on the construction. He needed to find his balance again.

His feet touched vast ground as he stumbled a bit forwards. Ned moving out of the way just in time. – “What are you doing the battle is up there.” – Ned called out. Peter grabbed onto the railing, shooting Ned a glare out of breath. MJ slapped him hard against the arm. – “You try fighting off all those villains.” – MJ said coming to his defence.

Peter saluted her before jumping on the railing and leaping into the depts. MJ came running over to the railing, greeted by a tumbling Peter in the air as his web had released. Strange was on top as a piece of construction went his way.

He quickly opened a portal as it flung through it. Another portal opened closer to the ground. Surprised you looked up, eyes wide in horror. A piece of structure slowly falling down. You started to scream, running to a direction, hoping you’d be fast enough to not get squashed. – “Y/n!” – Peter one called out in a panic.

“On it!” – Peter two replied setting himself off to jump down. He kept falling till he shot out a web. Changing his position to swing fast, opening an arm. He lifted his feet up so they wouldn’t scrape the ground as he flung low.

With a loud oof where you grabbed and lifted up in the air with him. – “Careful out there Y/n.” – he said with a soft chuckle. – “Blame Strange.” – you mumbled out. Peter two came to a stop further away. He let go of you. – “Go hide!” – he ordered before launching himself back in the air.

You ran to some rubble, finding a hiding spot in between. There you waited for the battle to come to an end. Hoping Strange wouldn’t drop another boulder on you. While you waited, unconsciously were you pulled back to the feeling when you fell.

The fear making your muscles tense. Then that warm feeling came when Peter caught you. Somehow when you were in his arms, your fear faded away. Seeing the fear and heartbreak in his eyes made you yearn to comfort him.

Being with him was like a movie you had seen before. Something close yet out of reach. There was no denying the way his presence made you feel. Feel visible. With Peter, your Peter you were visible too, but not that much.

You very much felt like a side-character watching the main one’s have a wonderful life as you faded out into nothingness. Only being present when you were requested. Sometimes you felt lonely around your friends. Almost as if you were that one person just too much.

It wasn’t a great feeling. With Peter, Peter three you didn’t felt that way. It felt like you were actually mattered. A feeling you wanted to hold onto for as long as it could.

Everyone made their way down as the battle had been stilled. Peter one had held MJ to bring her down safely. Ned was with Strange as Peter two and three joined. MJ and Peter hugged tightly. Ned exhaled relieved running up to them. Peter three looked around worried.

“Y/n? Where is Y/n?” – he said in a bit of a panic. You hear your name, moving a fallen plate out of your way to clear your way. - “Peter!” – you called out as three heads turned your way. You came out of your hiding place now that the battle had toned down. – “Y/n.” – Peter said from your earth relieved.

You started to run up to them beyond relieved that no one was too injured. Perhaps a few bruises. He smiled opening his arms a bit to you, ready to receive a hug from you. Yet his smile faltered when you ran past him to another Peter. You swung your arms around Peter three as they liked to call him and spun around with him as he hugged you tightly back.

Peter, your Peter gaped confused at you. Peter two came by his side placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. Peter three had his hand against the back of your head. – “Are you hurt?” – he asked setting you back down. You shook your head, presenting your good state to him.

“All clear.” – you joked making him smile saddened. – “Peter.” – Strange called out. Peter three lowered his head knowing what was to come. Tilting your head a bit, you watched Peter carefully. – “Why are you sad?” – you asked.

He lifted his head up with a teary smile. – “You gave me something I could only dream off.” – he told you letting his thumb brush against your cheek. You smiled genuinely back at him. – “Peter.” – Strange persisted on, waiting to send him back. Peter’s smile faded knowing he’d never get to see you again.

MJ picked up on the way Peter was looking at you. It made him look at her own Peter for a moment. – “You lost someone didn’t you?” – she asked out of the blue. Peter lifted his head up to her, surprised. He then nodded saddened. – “I…I did…” – he answered. His hand slid down as his head lowered briefly. – “I…I lost your MJ…” – he gestured at your Peter. – “My… my Y/n.” – he swallowed down the knot in his throat.

You blinked surprised to him, hearing your name out of his mouth. Suddenly it was all so clear. The feeling why you felt so attracted to Peter. Like magnets. Your first reaction was to throw your arms around him and embrace him. Wanting to be close to him.

Peter hugged you tightly back. He didn’t want the feeling to end. Neither did you. – “Peter! Say your final goodbye’s.” – Strange called out. It made you pull away. – “Can’t… can’t he stay?” – you asked as his hand was still on your lower back. Strange shook his head. – “No kid, this world can’t have two spiderman. He belongs on his earth, where they need a spiderman like him.” – Strange explained.

Peter and you looked at each other. – “What if…” – Peter started as you finished off his words. – “What if I come with him?” – you suggested. – “What?” – Peter called out, your Peter. – “Y/n you can’t be serious!” – he called out walking up to you. – “You belong here with us!” – he made perfectly clear.

“Do I Peter?” – you answered back. You turned away from your Peter, back to Strange. – “I can come with him right? He lost his Y/n, so it wouldn’t create a paradox, right?” – you explained. – “Kid…” – Strange began as you knew he was going to tell you no.

“That’s not how it works. The you from his world is no more. You don’t belong there. I’m sorry.” – he told you. – “There must be a way?” – Peter three exclaimed. – “There isn’t!” – Strange answered snappy. Peter, your Peter was pulling on your wrist, pulling you away from him. – “No… please…” – you begged reaching out to Peter. Peter knew he was being selfish but he wanted you.

He missed you so deeply, he couldn’t imagine a world without you. Peter reached back for you. You broke free from Peter’s grip, running up to him. You clamped yourself onto him, not wanting to let go. – “I just want you.” – you told him. Peter held tightly onto you, afraid he might lose you again if he loosened his grip on you. – “I love you Y/n. On every earth.” – he told you as you slowly felt his grip loosen.

Confused you stumbled a bit forwards at the loss of a grip. With glossy eyes your arms embraced yourself. Crying you fell to your knees. Peter, your Peter approached you placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. You brushed it off, wanting nothing of him. Strange had finished the spell without anyone knowing.

Peter stumbled forwards, looking confused at his empty hands. – “No…no…n-n-no…” – he stumbled out grabbing the air, wanting to feel your last touch. – “Nooo!” – he cried out dropping to his knees. Strange had finished the spell. Sending him back to his earth alone. It felt more dreadful knowing he had you back, just to be taken away.

Once again his heart began to bleed with sorrow and grief. Grief overtaking him so badly, he started to hyperventilate in the abandoned alleyway. This was torture. After a while he dragged himself back to his house. Aunt May looking worriedly up.

“Where have you…” – she was about to scold him when she noticed the stained tears on his cheek. She immediately ran up to him, embracing him for comfort. – “I’ve lost her again…” – he said to Aunt May as she furrowed her brows.

She moved some hair aside to sooth him. She knew how hard your death had fallen upon him. Peter went to his bedroom letting himself fall onto his bed. Staring at the ceiling, he felt like spinning. – “I’ve lost you once, but not again…” – he told himself.

“I’ll find a way… even if it is the last thing I do.” – he rolled over to his side, his gaze falling on the many pictures of you and him on his wall. – “Come back to me…” – he said with a tiny crack in his voice.

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#imagine #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #marvel #spiderman #no way home #andrew garfield #toby maguire #tom holland #dr. strange #mj x peter #ned #peter parker #peter three #peter parker x you #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #peter parker x y/n #no way home imagine #spiderman x you #spiderman x reader #spiderman x y/n #the spiderverse #multiverse #green goblin #andrew garfield's spiderman #the amazing spider man #marvel imagine #marvel fic

[jervis-tetch-my-beloved]

This movie gives me ultimate brainrot

#spiderman no way home #peter parker #otto octavius #norman osborn #max dillon #mj watson #ned leeds #curt connors #nwh #spiderman nwh #spiderman #.🤍🎩🍰

[dovelywind]

What if…Michelle already knew Matt’s secret identity

ꕥ| Matt Murdock, Peter Parker, & Michelle “MJ” Jones || Spider-Man: No Way Home

#sorry it posted twice #i did the meme #sort of #i don’t even know #I re-watched no way home #and wanted more matt #and was missing peter and MJ #should’ve drawn Ned Karen and Foggy #my art lol #matt murdock #peter parker #michelle jones #spideychelle #spider man no way home #spider man #daredevil #marvel #mcu #marvel fanart #mcu fanart #my art #matt murdock art #peter parker art #dovely draws #dovelywind

[fandomnerd9602]

Just the idea of Peter having Male Reader as the friend who acts gay but isn't gay and being frenemies with MJ

After patching up Peter

Ned: So we're going to head out now okay

Peter: Sure

Male Reader: Ok get well soon buddy *gives Peter a forehead kiss*

MJ: We'll see you tomorrow *Kisses Peter*

Male Reader: Wow really flexing your girlfriend privileges

MJ: Shut up your just jealous

Peter: Guys please not know I'm in pain

MJ: you’re totally gay for Peter!

Y/N: I am not!

Ned: when did this start?

Y/N: it all started when I held Peter’s hand during the movies hang out. MJ wouldn’t hold his hand so I did

MJ: I was holding my soda!

Y/N: your boyfriend needs his hand held during the movie and I stepped up. That’s called true friendship-relationship

Ned: a Bro-ship!

Y/N: thanks Ned

#marvel #marvel imagine #marvel fluff #mcu #mcu imagine #mcu fandom #marvel incorrect quotes #incorrect marvel quotes #spider man #peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x mj #peter parker x male reader #tom holland #spider man x male reader #ned #michelle jones #zendaya

[bitchystxrk3000]

Thor: I put the pun in punishment.

Ned: I put the top in unstoppable.

Peter: I put the cute in execute.

Y/N: I put the sexy in dyslexia.

MJ: I put the ass in class.

Loki: I put the D in Y/N.

#marvel #mcu fandom #incorrect marvel quotes #marvel mcu #mcu #loki x reader #loki of asgard #loki odinson #loki friggason #loki #loki laufeyson #thor of asgard #thor odinson #thor #peter parker #peter benjamin parker #ned leeds #mj watson #michelle jones watson

[blankdblank]

The White Dove Pt 32 - Pie of Death

Have the back end of this series planned out, still no final chapter number yet, but the fun and drama saga continues. Did seem to get a kick of interest on ao3 by adding a doomed pairing with Gwen there over just found family and sibling bond with Eddie Brock and Venom. And this is where the doomed tag kicks in so those looking for a pairing to kick in here ya go.

Always let me know if you want to be added or removed from tag lists. :)

The White Dove Masterlist

*.*.*

Grant Ward really wasn’t of any consequence at all to Hydra and where he failed as a double agent upon trying to interfere with your life ten more could easily be promoted within SHIELD to take his place.

No, what you wanted to do was stir the hornet’s nest. You knew if they found the right Siberian base the assets there would be annihilated to prevent your turning any more of them and any devices and trace of paperwork found would be an encrypted dead end to nowhere. But this was trouble, not SHIELD investigating but you interfering, and if you stirred up enough of it then they would unveil their only assumed weapon against you. They would have to do what they didn’t want to do, let him loose.

Bucky Barnes was the last and finest weapon in their arsenal but he came with a string attached, if they unleashed him you could turn him too and then where would they be? He was their finest unmatched weapon to rival Captain America to turn the tides of the world living in shadows and without him they knew against you both they were sitting ducks. So they would hold out as long as they could and keep him hidden until the moment was right to send him after you, hopefully mind wiped enough to not recall his most prized pupil. They would hold out and you would keep turning up the heat until you’d find yourself at that bridge with him on the other side of it to find out how that meeting was set to go.

“Come on Star Boy,” you muttered to yourself in the snow littered moonlit walk to the subway on your way home after closing up the book shop. Using the nickname he had chosen for you to use as a means to taunt him in training to help distinguish time with him on missions and when you were aimed against one another. Lost to trickling memories of those times in between missions where you him and Cooper were almost contently in a cordial sense of ease together as a team. All now mingled with questions of how that ease might have come from lurking memories from him on the meeting before that with Chickadee. And you simply hoped his release would be sooner rather than later, if not for your sakes than for the family awaiting news on him.

“Never strike first,” his voice echoed in your ears with wrapped fist raised blended with countless lessons to break your habit of flinching, “Watch me. Avert, then use their force against them. Do not strike first, watch always. Let them think you don’t stand a chance.”

.

 Rapidly in a mumble beside you after slipping there between classes Peter asked, “You care to study?” For an hour now you had been thwarting questions and comments from more popular students on the evening out and when you looked at the teen now clearing his throat he clarified in the scan of his eyes over the hall, reminding you of animated men who sell wares inside of a trench coat. “Having a study, thing, at my place.” And he added, “Tonight.”

“Okay.”

To the note in his raised hand your eyes shifted in collecting it from him then up again as he released it to mumble, “Aunt’s making quesadillas,” then stepped away to flow back into the crowd.

The narrow of your eyes had a snicker sound a few feet away luring your eyes to Michelle Jones from your decathlon team who shut her locker and came closer to you, “That was smoother than how he asked me,” she pointed to the note, “His address, if you didn’t catch it. Haven’t got a tally but I can guess Flash isn’t invited.”

“I wouldn’t welcome him to my home if he called me penis either,” you said making her chuckle to the joint slip away to head to your classes.

.

“Is it customary to bring food to study groups where food is mentioned?” you asked Ned, who you assumed to be invited as well being Peter’s best friend.

His lips parted releasing a soft crack followed by his answer, “For Peter’s tonight?” to your nod he said, “You don’t have to. His aunt sort of takes it as a challenge and cooks more.”

“Okay, thank you,” and after a moment of awkward pause you turned to head to your next class so he could grin to himself and go share with Peter your question at their next shared class.

.

“Working today?” You were asked by the wide eyed Gwen on your way past the library in the shared walk to classes across one another in a distant hall. Her having popped up out of nowhere just how Peter had, and no less nervous, making you curious on what she would be expecting of you.

“Not till after sunset.”

She nodded and asked, “Coffee, again?”

“I got asked to a study group,” you answered causing her grin to flinch to a momentary pout.

“Oh.”

“I have hair and nail appointments tomorrow and I was going to drop by some shops,” sharply she gasped and you looked up at her and her spreading smile mid bounce on her feet.

“Oh that sounds like fun, and you go right after practice?”

“When I’ve dropped off my bags or I tend to bump into things, and the salons like as little clutter as possible.”

“Cool,” she said then asked, “You live close by? I mean, you go here, you must live nearby. Is it nice, your place?”

“It’s all mainly just one room but it suits my needs. Bet your place is nice.”

“Mom likes it, we have white walls,” she said with a head tilt to the side, “I’d prefer more color but she lets me tack up a few posters.”

“I have wallpaper with stick on magnet strips, almost had a row with my landlord when he first saw it but he calmed down seeing it could be removed without scarring the walls.”

“Okay, I’ll walk with you after practice, it’s a date,” she said excitedly then backtracked, “Or, not a date, but a plan, right,” and with a nod and smile she turned to walk off. All you could do was to turn down the same way to head to your close classrooms and now mentally come to terms your alone pampering time was now spoiled. But you hoped that perhaps in the means of making a new friend sacrificing one would be a tolerable exchange. However if this was going to become a pattern than things would have to be assessed to find a new time to be alone without holing up inside your apartment. Maybe like the aquarium or new astronomy tower that advertised half off days now. Surely it’d be crowded, but at least then you could vanish in numbers while enjoying yourself in discovery of new or at least interesting things.

.

“Then we have to head to this museum and make a report on it,” Ned said glancing your way as Harry cut in.

“You been to the new exhibit yet? We could go together, make a day of it.” Harry asked and you lowered your drink.

“Kind of a busy week,” you answered and suggested about Ned and Peter, “Maybe they might like to make a day of it. Could help you brainstorm your papers.”

Peter nodded and said, “Groups do sound more fun.” The trio came gradually to an agreement on the plan of their outing. And for the rest of your time in Midtown you kept your mind mainly locked on tasks to complete until again in the open air you were freed to return to Columbia for the tests you were due to take there.

.

“Seventh floor,” you sighed and took a step at a time, finding halfway Flash who was taking a break to catch his breath. “Didn’t know you were invited Franklin.”

For the fifth time this week you had called him by a name other than his chosen moniker and promptly his head turned for him to say, “Can’t have a Decathlon study group without the best on the team. Parker’s trying to best me he’ll have to work twice as hard to keep me from finding out about a party.” His eyes dropped to the pie resting on your palm, “You brought a pie?”

“Neighbor gave it to me and I’m allergic, Peter eats bananas on his way in.”

“And it’s Flash, you keep forgetting my name.” he said as you kept on moving almost unfazed by the weight of the bags you had and the pie through your toe top trot up the numerous flights of steps.

“I never forget a name,” you said making his lips part, “For some of us our name is all we have left, given of our parents.” That had his mouth close and brows furrow in thought remaining as close to your pace as possible. Right up to the proper door you led the way and knocked, hearing voices and noise on the other side of the wooden barrier. Within moments, like a young Jason Isaacs, a brown haired blue eyed man peered down at you both then smiled widely at you as you said, “You must be the husband.”

“Thank you, all the time at games it’s Death Eater this or Captain Hook that. Swear that man is not going to let me have a moment’s peace with my own face.” Gesturing at your hand he said, “You brought pie,”

“Ya, sorry, allergic and my neighbor gave it to me. But Peter eats bananas.”

“So do we, welcome and I will take your pie of death,” he jokingly said, taking hold of the desert and looked over Flash who gave him a quick grin and nod.

“Flash.”

“Ah, the penis proclaimer himself.” Ben closed the door and aimed you both in farther, “Peter’s in the living room.”

“Who brought pie?” May could be heard saying in the kitchen, having clearly taken the pie as a challenge of treats until hearing of the allergy that had you bring it here to be eaten by someone out of propriety to not be seen allowing it to go to waste.

“Hey,” Ned and Peter said excitedly upon seeing you until they noticed Flash then added, “You brought Flash.”

“He was hyperventilating on the stairs.” You said. Moving closer to take a seat on the couch Ned plopped back onto in the teen’s scoff.

“I was not hyperventilating. That’s a lot of stairs.”

“I climb three times that to get to my place.” You replied.

And MJ on the chair beside you said, “No wonder you’re in such good shape.”

Flash said, “How do neither of your buildings have elevators?”

“Dude, this place is practically a landmark, built in the 30’s.” Ned answered.

The uncle was back and said with a grin to you about the variety of drinks available on the tray in his hands, “We got a spread, none have bananas.”

“Thank you,” you said accepting the grape flavored juice you’d been meaning to try but it was a tad too expensive to justify buying the ten pack it came in.

“Ben, by the way, heard a great deal about you, young Pluto.”

“No he hasn’t,” Peter said sharply, making you smirk in the move of the tray for Flash to accept his own choice then went back to the kitchen again.

“Snacks will be out shortly.”

And Flash said as you settled the drink on top of the bag atop your lap to open the twist cap, “Your dad’s super chill. Mine hovers when I have company.”

And Peter said to Ned’s sideways glance his way, “Ben’s my uncle,”

“Oh,” Flash said, “He lives here too? My Gramps lived with us for a month and my parents just about split after the fights he stirred up for how modern Mom is.”

Peter simply explained, “My parents were found legally dead few years back, left me with my aunt and uncle when I was five after someone broke into our house.” That had Flash simply register what you meant about the name comment earlier mid glance your way that had Peter, MJ and Ned look between you both.

“Who likes finger foods?!” May asked excitedly, “I can also call out for food if any of this is dangerous for you all.” And she said to you, “Thank you for the pie.”

“You brought pie?” MJ asked a bit confused at how they seemed to be so fond of you.

“Neighbors keep bringing me food when I work long hours on long stretches. Sometimes they’re recipes I’m allergic to and I have to get creative.”

“Why?” Flash asked.

“Most likely because I’m an immigrant child who lives alone and worry about my safety even if we don’t pass on pleasantries in the halls, dropping off food and making sure I’m not alone during deliveries is the easiest way to show you care without flagrant show of attention to a comfortable stranger.”

Snacks soon shifted to conversation on trivia for various topics. A ring from MJ’s pocket triggered the wave of visitors back home again. And now at least in the night air you were able to head back home. Able to get some supper whipped up before bed to rest for the ruined pampering evening. Routines filled with reminders to not show how spoiled you felt it was to Gwen who already was frightened by the men shadowing your path the last time you went for coffee.

..

Mid pout the same blonde who had taken over your plans later found your path into the school the next morning. Before you could even say hello she voiced the name of her irritation. “My Mom is insisting she has to come today.”

“Well parents do tend to not trust me. I live alone.” You answered.

Causing her jaw to drop and she stammered out, “I trust you. And, I think she trusts me,” her brows furrowed in thought a moment, “I mean, I am trustable. Only almost smothered my baby brothers in a tent mishap once when I was younger.” And she shook her head, “But that tent set got recalled, so it wasn’t really my fault.” A few times she blinked looking down at you and blurted out, “I trust you. She’s, just,”

“Being a mother,” you finished her sentence for her.

“Yes,” she said with a nod and raised a hand to mess with the end of her ponytail that had fallen onto her chest. “I think I might get some blue in my hair. Technically the school dress code doesn’t say anything about hair color. Did you want some color too?”

“Um,” you said recalling the times in Hydra’s control they tried to bleach and dye your hair only for it to be black again after you lit up. “I had some bad reactions when they tried to lighten my hair in Russia, took a while to grow it back again.”

“Oh, my cousin had a stylist burn her hair off one time, just awful. Worst I had was a woman gave me a bob when I was six, hacked off all my hair my mom was furious, had been growing my hair out for years to match on family pictures for holiday cards.” With you she had turned and continued to ramble on until you had to split up for first classes.

.

“Hmm,” you sighed at the sight of the notice your first class at Columbia had been canceled for a family emergency. Right around you turned and instead of heading for the library you simply went to sit on a wrap around staircase to the building that held your next class to not be far away. Across a broad step notes and books were settled as you leaned sideways against your bag to recline against an arm. Lost to focus the chill of the white steps through your coat and torn jeans had all bit been forgotten.

A loud roar on your right had you glance up from said notes mid chew on an orange you had in your bag to snack on between classes. Hulk free of a conference on the other side of Manhattan in a sea of scattering students he’d bounded off a building across the street to land in the open courtyard they were crossing turned to look over his surroundings. Off of him back to your notes focus turned to complete the thought inside your head onto the page. Over your side a shadow fell and oddly for him the Hulk was drawn to the one figure who hadn’t run from his imposing self. And beyond what was assumed the gama radiated side of the brilliant Bruce Banner came to hear what you were working on. By the minute growing more interested within the animal genetic based literature you voiced to him and explained why you were reading it.

Both tone and demeanor visibly calmed the giant and for the view of the approaching SHIELD handlers come to fetch him he began to shrink. Shirtless in the chilly air the scientist with hint of the fruit flavor still on his tongue of what you had shared with the Hulk blinked while accepting the spare flannel shirt you had pulled out of your bag. “Thank you,” he said hastily tugging it on. Up at the duo on their way to speak to him he looked and then said without looking back at you. “I’ll um, wash it and send it back to you.” Onto his bare feet he rose. To hurry across the frigid stone steps and pathway to get inside the vehicle meant to take him back from where he had been scared enough by a sudden flash side effect to a project he was asked to assist on while Reed Richards and Stark were busy. Lost entirely on the odd feeling he had upon shifting back, unlike other times had the Hulk more at ease than exhausted as he was after a fight or frenzied scare luring him out again.

.

Twice down your apartment steps you had to fix the back of your open toed flats usually donned for pedicure days. The hair salon was first, outside of which you saw Gwen’s smile spread upon sight of you. The blonde at her side even taller than the lanky teen looked your curly haired self in a step over a seated small service dog in wait of the street light to change so they could cross with their companion. “Hello, Mrs Stacy,” you said. Breaking the silence to the maroon jumpsuit clad woman; who had tight hold of her bag either out of nerves or fear of being mugged.

“Hello Pluto. You come here often?”

“Regularly, my stylist from Russia works here.”

That had her brow arch up in confusion. “Are they famous?”

“She has done a few competitions and helped with a model agency this spring. However fame is subjective concerning the hierarchy of it.”

“I was able to have an appointment last month with Frederic Fekkai, quite elusive to catch him with an open slot.” She said and you nodded out of confusion on what to say.

“Looks good,” you said making her grin to herself. “Just getting a trim myself,” you said to break the silence of her quiet moment then took a step to the door to not be late.

“I’m still going blue,” Gwen blurted out in a verbal jut of her tongue at her mother as in a final say on an ongoing argument concerning that topic. While not exclusive the warm conversation in Russian with your stylist during the process of combing, spraying and trimming your stubborn curls had Helen Stacy questioning the bond between you. Gwen proudly came out with a few streaks of navy blue in her blonde hair now braided to accent the new change, while you exited proudly with just a couple unnoticeable inches lighter.

“My car is over here,” the vehicle being a gift from her husband at his promotion to Captain showed her reasoning behind liking the few splurges involved financially lately. Directions were given from the backseat by you to the nail salon she chose the best spot and parked enabling you all to climb out after the child locks released. Silence was a chosen way to gain confidence from parents on not being a threat to their child. Much like Hydra well behaved and not too boisterous children were often given more space than those who could cause damage or disturbances in public. She however kept looking at you sideways. Perhaps out of stories she heard from her husband you knew well as your other self upon tasks you had aided him in either willingly or by chance of a certain vigilante the public knew to be a friend of yours.

Inside the same stylist you used smiled and welcomed you back stating openly, “Ah, I see you have female company. Tell that brother of yours we have new shipment of rhinestones for his next visit.” To yourself you giggled following her to the station while two other ladies came to help Gwen and Helen to the pedicure stations beside yours. Both who eyed the green bruise on the underside of one of your feet the woman chuckled at your lack of reaction to pressing on the painful nuisance out of your trip to the past.

There to the manicure stands Gwen kept the conversation going to not let the chaperone ruin a fluid conversation with you. Sight of the first second hand shop didn’t smooth Helen’s nerves any being so out of her usual outing rounds. “I still don’t think it’s long enough.”

Topic of her youngest brother being grounded and under watch of their father had Helen in Gwen’s dart to another rack to check something she saw ask you, “Your foster family in Russia, did they ever ground you for poor test grades?”

“I failed an evaluation on diving efficiency when I was nine, they broke my femur. Told me if I failed again they would break my other leg. So no, they never grounded me.”

Wide open her jaw fell to your absent minded step aside to look at the next section of the rack your eyes had been fixed upon the whole time. “And what happened?”

“I passed.”

“To them,” she said debating if she should touch you or not now knowing why she had been sensing a withdrawn personality behind a wall with this new object of her daughter’s attentions.

“They killed themselves when I left Russia.”

“In custody?” she asked expectantly, hoping that you had received justice from such despicable treatment.

And up at her face your eyes looked to answer, “No. Very influential people. But you can’t convict dead bodies.”

Back to the rack you looked and she stepped closer to say lowly, “If, you need to talk about it, I know very reliable resources.”

“My brother got me in therapy.” Up at her you looked and asked, “Were you a hamster child or a puppy child?”

“I, what?” she stammered out making Gwen smirk in her return with a cool sweater in hand.

“Did you have a puppy or a hamster? I have a theory working on the effect of the size of pets upon certain developmental aspects of the brain in children in relation to the development of the pet’s brain in response to adult vs child caregivers.”

“She had a tank of clams actually,” Gwen said in amusement luring your eyes over to her. “Grandpa worked on boats, brought her some for a project.”

“Water filtration,” her mother clarified.

“Filter feeders are quite intriguing actually, while barnacles are quite a nuisance. Had to soak and scrape what felt like a mile off my ship I found.” Making the pair of them chuckle and Gwen warm up seeing her mom had started to try to warm up to you after just a small break apart.

.

Weekly games would carry out and to Harry’s delight his father actually did attend his games, or at least the back half of them and was amply pleased at the new gust of life into the scoreboard. Compared to the prior season it was minor gains. All the same they were racking in more wins to a near streak as it inched closer to October. Traces of threat for you had the daily shadowing back to weekly secretive check ins while Cooper insisted on continuing gym trips to bump into you. Though that was mainly to see how you were pushing the Osborn boy along on his path to improved physique.

So today alone without need to hurry back for Decathlon or Color Guard you intended to enjoy your time alone. At least until you saw Lt Colonel Rhodes and Nick Fury waiting for you outside your last class at Columbia.

“Pluto, sorry to drop in, busy?” Rhodey asked and into your bag you eased your now closed notebook.

Fury said, “Found some unpleasant news for you.”

“All you need is a taxi cab behind you two and this is straight out of a WW2 film of a death notice delivery.” That had their lips part and you said, “I’ve grown familiar with a look of someone telling me something revolving around death. Believe it or not it’s all in the nose.”

Fury said, “There’s a diner nearby, we’ll buy, you like milkshakes? Bit crazy about them myself.” His head ticked to the side, “Probably ‘cuz this white man back when I was a kid refused to sell me and my friends malts in his shop. Nearly beat my best friend into a coffin once, since the always jump at a chance to have a milkshake.”

The creeping grin on your face had his turn halt a moment, you said, “Had a feeling we had matching humor. You’re an odd one too.” That had him chuckle and continue turning to guide you to the nearby diner.

Orders were given and out of his pocket Rhodey pulled a folded picture of you taken not long before your escape from Russia. “One of our friends picked up a tip on Barnes, led us to a hidden bunker, where we found some of your friends.” He pointed out the girls who had been found.

“We weren’t friends,” you said parting his lips, “If we made friends they kill one us,” the words had them both let out a breath of air to keep from interrupting the stoic stare filled share of information. “More like people who share a bus stop, you memorize patterns to be able to recognize the usual herd, know who to keep near to, who to stay away from.”

You pointed at one making them lean in, “She said once she wanted to be buried at sea so she could swim with whales.” You pointed at another, “She used to always name her dance roles Ellianna, and this one always pretended she liked the grapefruit we were given but used to spread stolen packs of sour candy powder on the slices.”

Making the guys smirk at the bits of information on this group of girls no one bothered to notice was missing prior to the manhunt when they vanished the night you did. They wouldn’t be buried with names as their real birth names couldn’t be discovered and Fury refused to name them by what Hydra had marked down. But each coffin would have something of a token left based on what you shared with them for the funeral that wouldn’t be public aside from the team there to handle the job on secret military land far beyond public view. All except for the plot free grave marker for the girl whose ashes were spread at sea as per her shared wishes.

This wasn’t the last group of children found harmed by Hydra’s various dastardly deeds and they would be in good company of other children inside the plot of land designated with room to spare for more to be added later on when discovered.

“How’d you know to run?” Fury couldn’t help but asked and you simply looked up at him to answer. “Catch a feeling about someone who crossed your path? Always curious how people escape from captive situations.”

“I made them trust me. Eight years, I made myself a magnificent liar. They didn’t bother to close the door when the call came in my pretend sister and I were being moved after our next ballet rehearsal. I just walked right out the door with a small bag of my things.” And for all the truth to your words both of the men for what they assumed you could have gone through didn’t dare to dream of ever calling you a liar as what you did was to survive those years to be here in front of them. After a moment of recalling that girl who cried so hard when a surgery changed her mismatched eyes of one blue and one brown to matching blue and spent the next few years scribbling on the formerly brown eye in all her pictures you broke the silence that left them a bit uneasy.

“They really shouldn’t have picked me. Every brown eye has an under layer of blue, so with a laser you can change their eye color. There are jokes, there would be a market for parents who want purple eyed babies.” You said causing them to force their jaws to clench and prevent gaping at you, “No matter what they could have tried to hide me, there’s no mistaking my father’s eyes and hair, or my mother’s face. Her left eye used to be brown,” you said tapping the picture over your fake sister’s face. “She has an older sister she never met, Yelena.”

“Belova?” Fury asked you, blurting out the name that kicked a bell in his brain to go off.

“No, that one only has brothers. This one sounded Israeli. Used to repeat Esther Sapphire under her breath. I couldn’t take her with me, she was older, we only met at breakfast, her room was on the other side of the house.”

“We’ll keep an eye out,” Rhodey said and asked you when you pushed the picture back at him to make room for the food so he could pocket it. “How’s the ship going?”

“Thank you,” you said to the waitress reminding them to do the same and began to answer. Warming up the mood greatly by your increased smile.

Pt 33

@devilishminx328​. @theincaprincess​, @lilith15000​, @jesevans​, @jiminapickle

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[pedropcl]

SPIDER-MAN: NO WAY HOME (2021) | dir. Jon Watts

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[amorhedera6]

you don’t understand, peter parker just has so much love in his heart. he’s polyamorous, but it’s more than that. he loves every person with his whole heart completely.

romantically, yeah, of course. he has scrapbooks full of photographs of every single person he’s dated, keeps a memento box with something from every date. he remembers harry’s mom’s recipes, learns how to play gwen’s favorite song on the guitar, teaches mj skateboard tricks. he watches wade’s boring ass movies with him and doesn’t complain once, let’s ned win at his favorite board game, laughs at johnny’s terrible jokes in the mornings, lets felicia act like they’re nothing no matter how important they are to each other. every single one of them, he loves them wholly and completely, individually. he loves them all in ways he’s never loved before, because all of them are so different that he has to love them all in their own specific way.

even more than that, he makes sure to visit may once a week because he knows she worries about him when he’s patrolling. he brings new flowers to his parents and to ben as often as he possibly can. he gets coffee for the entire office every morning, most people venmo him for it, but he doesn’t ask them too, just brings it because he loves the environment, loves working there so much. every few weeks he brings in donuts. he makes sure everyone has a cake on their birthday, their favorite flavor, and a handwritten card signed by everyone. he makes sure scared women get home safely, he talks to the lost children to keep them company until they find their guardians, he remembers the names and faces of people he saves, recognizes them when he’s seen them more than once. he makes people feel so seen and safe in the city he loves just by loving them so much.

just, i love peter parker and they way that he loves.

#peter parker #spider-man #no specific universe #polyamorous peter parker #harry osborn #peter parker x harry osborn #parksborn #gwen stacy #peter parker x gwen stacy #michelle jones #mary jane watson #peter parker x mj #wade wilson #spideypool #ned leeds #peter parker x ned leeds #johnny storm #peter parker x johnny storm #felicia hardy #peter parker x felicia hardy #may parker #ben parker #richard and mary parker #mine

[indyanapolis898]

Mastermind

Peter Parker x f!reader

Synopsis: Peter has a crush on you from afar. One day you ask him to tutor you and things go from there.

Note: This really doesn't follow any specific canon from the movies.

"You know staring at Y/N won't make her like you."

Peter's head shot up at the sound of a voice behind him, that of MJ's. 

"W-what are you talking about?" Peter chuckled awkwardly, doing a horrible job of lying. 

"Me and Ned notice how much you watch Y/N. You always bring up any interaction you two have- and so much more! You like her. Just admit it, nerd," MJ explained amid the noisy school cafeteria. 

"So what if I do?" Peter shrugged as MJ sat next to him. 

"You should make a move- oh wait- you're too scared," MJ said with a sly smirk, begging him to fight back, which he did. 

"Nervous? I'm an Avenger! I don't get nervous!" Peter hissed.

"Then go talk to her, Avenger" MJ shrugged like it was the only obvious option.

"Well- I- I just don't want her to think I'm weird."

"Well, then you're out of luck in that regard," she joked dryly. "You two used to be close. Why can't you spark up a conversation about, like, the past?" 

"'Cause it's random, and also, we were friends in middle school! That was a while ago, MJ!"

"OK, Parker, I give up. Enjoy your futile people-watching."

Peter watched as MJ walked away to the lunch line. She wasn't wrong. He was too scared to even consider being near Y/N. 

The boy sighed, going back to eating his lunch after you left the room. 

___

"Alrighty!" Mr. Harrington clapped his hands together. "We have a new member for this semester's Academic Decathlon!"

The club whispered among themselves in anticipation of who it could be. Peter glanced up from his book when, of course, you entered the classroom with a new copy of the textbook. 

"I'm sure you all know Y/N, so welcome her into the club and help her get acquainted with the material for today's practice."

You smiled shyly at the group, waving and going to take a seat in the open chair next to Flash.

Peter silently groaned, letting his head fall onto the desk. Of course, it was you, and of course, you had to sit next to Flash. Flash had an obvious crush on you as well. 

"Peter. Wanna start off today's practice?" Mr. Harrington asked, staring directly at Peter as he lifted his head off his desk. Everyone was looking at him.

Peter sighed, standing up with his textbook to go to the podium to call the questions. 

The first round went by fast. You answered three times, getting all answers right. Peter could feel himself smile every time you rang the bell. 

Peter tried his best to compliment you when you answered during the second round. 

At one point, Peter asked a question the Flash rang in for. Peter watched as the boy mouthed to you: watch this. 

Flash got the question wrong, making you slightly giggle. Peter chucked, as did the rest of the class, at Flash's misplaced confidence. However, Peter wasn't laughing at Flash this time- he was laughing because you laughed. Peter wanted to cling on to any bit of you he could. He was glad Flash's terrible attempt to show off failed. 

After a few more rounds, Peter traded off with another student. Peter didn't want to be like Flash and do a flashy show-off of his skills, but he did want to impress you. 

Peter heard the first question- ringing in as soon as he could. He wasn't confident with his odds but gave a shaky answer, which was revealed to be correct. 

Peter smiled slightly. When he glanced to the left, you were smiling at him, presumably because he aced the question. He smiled back at you, hoping this was some sort of connection. You were noticing him!

If that was what it took, he could do it. Peter answered every question he could, getting almost all right. He got a thumbs-up from you once after a question!

___

After practice ended, he was packing his bag to leave when you approached him. Peter felt his heart speeding up dramatically.

"Hey, Peter. Love the jacket," you started things off, making Peter smile and examine his jacket, vowing to wear it more often. 

"Thank you. I... like your shirt. Um- you did good on your first day," Peter gave a tightlipped smile, trying to act normal. 

"Thanks, but you were on fire! Like seriously, some of those questions were insane," you gushed, grinning the whole time.

"Oh, wow, uh, thank you!" Peter stuttered out, causing you to giggle. "You gave great answers, too!" He rushed to follow up.

"Yeah, about that... those were the bare minimum. I joined this club to help raise my grades. Clearly you know your stuff, so... I have the biggest favor to ask."

Peter raised his brows. "Uh, yeah, what's that?"

"So, it's OK if you say no because it's so random, but could you tutor me in some of the subjects covered here? I could really use the help, but again it's OK if y-"

"I'll do it," Peter agreed quickly, blushing at how eager he sounded. You grinned largely. 

"Seriously? 'Cause I could pay you if that's necessary." 

"Y/N, you don't have to pay anything. Honestly, I mean, it's the least I can do for the girl who defended me from Jose in 8th grade," Peter recalled a memory from their past, mentally punching himself for saying something that most likely meant nothing to her.

"You still remember that? Wow, I didn't know I could even make an impact like that," you said, surprised in a good way.

Peter decided to roll with it. "Uh, yeah, I mean, Jose was a jerk, so I was just glad someone stood up for me. So, uh, yeah," Peter awkwardly chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. 

You shrugged nonchalantly. "Anytime. But yeah, thank you so much for agreeing. When are you free to go over the material?"

Peter supposed one evening without Spider-Man wouldn't hurt. "Tonight," he said right away. "Um, like five?"

"Can do. At the library?"

"Absolutely."

"See you then, Peter. Thanks again," you waved at him as you left the class to go to your next. 

___

"So, you're telling me that all you had to do was be nerdy, and she just came up to you?" MJ recounted Peter's story in a tone laced with disbelief.

"Yes! Seriously. If you didn't have to miss today's practice for your re-do test, you would've seen it! So, believe it or not, I've gotta get to the library soon and tutor Y/N," Peter said cockily, standing up from the barstool at the cafe MJ part-timed at. 

MJ just rolled her eyes but gave a genuine smile. "Good luck. Don't screw it up."

"Thanks? I'll try not to."

With that, Peter slung his bag onto his back and left the shop, library-bound. 

___

The library wasn't awfully busy that weekday, making it easy to find a table in a corner. Peter laid his books and notebooks out, realizing you wouldn't know where he was, nor did he have your number to text you. 

Everything worked out, however, when you wandered into the back section he was sitting, looking lost. Your eyes lit up at the sight of him, making Peter's stomach churn in a good way.

You walked with a purpose over to the table, sitting your stuff down. "I was looking all over for you," you grinned, not meaning it in a guilt-tripping way. 

Peter realized he actually had to reply instead of staying in a daydream. "Oh- yeah. I sat here and realized you might not be able to find me, but luckily you did."

"Yeah, it only took like, seven different aisles," you laughed before opening your notebook.

Peter couldn't tell if he was just nervous or if he just loved the sound of your laugh, but his heart raced. 

"So, I was thinking... we could piggyback off what we did in practice today?"

"Sounds good. I'm sure whatever I learn will be good when you're teaching it," you said, laying your chin on the palm of your hand. 

Peter could feel his face heat up. He ducked his head down to the textbook and chuckled. "Yeah... I- uh- just start in on page five right here."

For thirty minutes, Peter was able to impart some knowledge your way. After you two finished a chapter, you turned to Peter with a closed-mouth smile. "This has been really helpful, thank you."

Peter frowned. "You're done?"

You continued smiling. "Just for today, yeah. But I'm really hungry... do you wanna get something to eat?"

Peter perked up at the invitation to continue spending time together. "Yeah, I'd love to!" He said very excitedly, to which you just giggled. 

"OK, c'mon. I'll show you this really good Thai place I like down the block."

You and Peter collected your things, exiting the library together to walk down the sidewalk to the restaurant of choice.

"So, you had that Stark Internship, right?"

"Yeah- still do, actually. I'm still just the young guy, though."

"Hey, they'll realize what a dedicated worker you are, and when they do, they'll have to give you more opportunities."

"You think so?"

"You seem like you have a great work ethic, Peter, so yeah, I do think so."

Peter just grinned, looking down at the sidewalk. You were making him nervous.

___

The restaurant you two entered was moderately nice for a casual New York City restaurant. 

You both ordered at the counter and then sat at an empty table.

Peter wanted to try and flirt, but he knew he'd be super awkward and make things weird. Nevertheless, he still attempted to gain your favor.

"You caught on really fast with the Academic stuff. It was like you already knew it! So, I guess you're a natural."

You looked away and grinned. "Thank you. I- um- guess I just needed a few reminders, is all."

Peter cocked a brow, but their food was placed in front of them at that moment. The two ate, sharing conversation about middle school and how annoying some of their classes were now. 

Somehow, the topic got moved on to Flash. 

"You know Flash has a thing for you," Peter decided to throw bait into the water as the pair left the restaurant, being that they had finished their food.

You furrowed your brows. "Yeah, I know. We actually have two classes together- three counting Decathalon now. He hits on me every day. It gets tiring really fast."

"What?" Peter exclaimed in fake shock. "You don't appreciate all his futile attempts to be a womanizer?"

You laughed and shook your head. "Crazy, right? I might be the only one who doesn't. I just- I just already have my eyes on someone else."

"Oh," Peter mumbled aloud, regretting how disappointed he sounded. "Um... is it weird to ask-"

"Who it is?" you cut him off. "Yeah, I was hoping you would've guessed by now," you stopped walking, Peter doing the same, peering at you with confusion. 

"I-I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to be invasive. I-"

"It's you, Peter. I've been trying to flirt with you and give you hints, hoping you'd make a move," you chuckled to fill the air.

"Oh... Oh!" Peter put a hand to his chest. "You," he pointed at you, then back at himself. "Like me?"

"Yes!" You desperately hoped he felt the same.

"I- woah. I really like you too, Y/N," Peter sputtered out.

"Really? Because I was starting to think my plan failed."

"Plan?"

"You said it yourself in the restaurant... I already knew that stuff we were learning. I don't need tutoring. I just decided to ask you so... I dunno," you looked away embarrassed. "So we could do something outside of school."

When you looked back up, Peter was grinning widely. "You made a plan just to be with me?" 

You nodded. 

"That's- wow. I was trying to drop hints all day too, but I suck at anything flirting-wise. I was just excited you kept asking to do stuff, but you planned this all along. You made the dominoes fall until we were here."

"I didn't know this would be how I confessed, but yeah. I don't need tutoring when I'm the mastermind," you joked and shrugged.

"Maybe it's my turn to do something..." Peter looked into your eyes, searching your face. "Can I kiss you?"

You leaned in, letting that be your answer. His lips met yours as you two kissed in the darkening evening. The cool Queens air hit the side of your face as you pulled away, catching your breath. 

"Was that good? Because I'm definitely not an expert."

You just giggled. "Yes, it was great, Peter."

"Can I walk you home?" Peter pursed his lips, waiting for an answer.

You nodded and thanked him graciously with another kiss. With that, you two set off toward your apartment as the street lights flickered on in the chilled air.

___

"...And then we kissed. Boom! In your face!"

MJ rolled her eyes and laughed while Ned clapped Peter on the back.

"Dude! You got a girlfriend!"

Peter chuckled at Ned's enthusiasm. Peter's phone dinged at that moment. It was a text from you. 

"Gotta go, guys. Peter has a second date today with Y/N."

"Did you just refer to yourself in the third person?" 

"Yep, deal with it!" Peter called, already out the door of the cafe. 

___

You were waiting at the subway station. Peter jogged down the stairs, joining you to enter the train and go ice skating. 

You reached your hand out, Peter taking it as you two entered the train. 

It was only the second date, but you knew Peter was going to make you happy. You simply looked up at Peter, smiling, which he returned with his signature grin.

The train's doors shut, and you two were carried away down the tracks, ready for what was to come. 

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[fotibrit]

Peter had a tendency to grab souveneers from Stark Inductries, and that was fine. Tony pretended not to notice when the boy smuggled cool little pieces of tech from the lab, trusting the boy to be responsible with them. Tony also never asked for his sweaters back if Peter borrowed them, and turned a blind eye to the missing blanket in Peter’s tower bedroom or the way food tended to disappear from the pantries.

Tony wasn’t lacking for resources in the slightest, and any move to make sure the boy was warm and fed would be worth the effort, even if that move is letting the boy engage in small amounts of the overt in a safe enviroment.

What Tony didn’t know was that some of those hoodies and pieces of tech didn’t stay with Peter. Some of them made their way to his friends.

After a long year of college applications, MJ starts to wonder exactly why she has so much Stark Industries merch, considering she doesn’t like the man. It seems especially odd that some of it seems to be… very high level. Because, on the tag…that can’t be Tony Starks signature. Right?

Across town, Ned Leeds starts cleaning his room and finds what is unmistakably a functioning web-shooter.

#tony stark #iron man #irondad and spiderson #peter parker #spider man #spiderson #irondad #marvel mcu #avengers #peter parker and tony stark #ned leeds #michelle jones #mj watson

[jonasdirection101]

Tony, walking into his house: "Hello, people who do not live here."

MJ: "Hi."

Ned: "Hello."

Harley: "Hey."

Tony: "I gave you a key for emergencies."

Peter: "We were out of Doritos."

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