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talaok · 1 year

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Can I kiss you?

pairing: Virgin!Peter Parker x Stark!fem!reader summary: this is a sequel to -A helping...mouth- but can stand alone. You basically offer to help Peter out again. warnings: Verginity loss, unprotected sex ( sub!Peter x Dom!reader) a/n:I was desperate to write some subby smut but I'll get back to the requests now.

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you were sat on the couch in the living room of the avengers tower, zapping channels, desperately trying to find something good. Everything looked tedious, and you were bored out of your mind. You checked your phone and much to your dismay, no new notifications had appeared. Hugh. you threw it on the cushion as you pressed the remote again. It was 4 pm and the sun was shining outside, brewing possibilities of all the things you could have done today, but there you were, on the couch, slowly going insane. Another car commercial appeared on the screen and that was it. You shut it off and got up. The only thing left to do was to bother your father. You sighed as you pressed the elevator button, maybe he was doing something interesting in his lab for once. The elevator's door dinged as they opened and for the first time in your life, you believed in miracles. Peter was right in front of you, standing awkwardly in the middle of the elevator. His face dropped as soon as he saw you, while yours lit up. What was a better cure for boredom than this? "hi peter" you smiled widely stepping into the elevator he swallowed nervously "h-hi Y/n" he basically whispered. You were staring at him, and he was doing quite the opposite, his eyes never leaving the floor. "How are you doing?" you asked, stepping closer to him. "I'm-I'm fine" "good" you looked at the button pressed "What brings you here?" his fingers twitched around the bag's handles he was gripping. "Mr. Stark asked me to bring him a thing" "Oh" you pretended to be interested "Is it like a secret superhero thing?" He glanced at you quickly before turning right back "Yes-Kind of" "cool" An idea came to mind. You just wanted to have some fun. "And what about the suit" you bit down a smirk "did you fix it?" His adam's apple bobbed up and down as he gulped, his cheeks getting even redder than they already were. "Uh-I-" he cleared his throat "Yes" he nodded "it's fixed" "Well I'm just glad I could help" He stiffened and you smiled "I hope you didn't mind" You stepped closer to him again, you were now right next to him. "N-no I didn't" his eyes found yours, and you could see so much fear in them you almost felt bad "You were really h-helpful" he stuttered. "I'm glad" you grinned. "and you know" your hand found his hair, caressing it gently, as an almost interceptable groan left his mouth "I'd love to help out again" you toyed with the hem of his shirt "maybe we could help each other out this time" his chest was moving up and down far too quickly for him to be breathing normally. "wouldn't you like that?" you asked gently. "I- I would love that" he immediately spat out. Such a cute boy. "bu-but your father-" he started but you interrupted him. "my father has nothing to do with this Peter" your fingers guided his chin to look at you "Bu-but if he found out-" "we'll just have to make sure that he won't" you bit your lip "you're not that loud, are you?" His eyes widened, followed quickly by his mouth but you stepped away, a knowing smirk remained printed on your lips as the elevator doors opened and you stepped out, not sure whether he was ever gonna do the same or just become part of the elevator. Elevatorman didn't sound half bad. What's he doing there? Nobody knows, he's just there. Some say he used to have something to do with spiders. you laughed softly at the picture before entering your dad's lab. "hey dad, Peter is here to give you some super secret thing" "Ok, tell him to come in " Tony said, going back to his work but stopping to look back at you "and try not to torture the boy too much all right?" "Don't worry dad, I wouldn't dream of it" you smiled guiltily before getting out. "he's waiting for you" you said as you reached Peter, who had apparently regained the ability to move his legs as he was outside the elevator "And so will I" you whispered to his ear before stepping into the elevator again "15th floor, 1st room on the right" you said, waving at him as the doors closed. Finally some fun.

You had heard his steps outside 10 minutes ago and he still hadn't knocked. You could almost see him breathing heavily in front of the door, thinking about what he should say and panicking about wether he should even be doing this. You had waited but now it was just getting ridiculous, and plus as time passed, the possibility of him changing his mind increased, and you didn't want that. You really really didn't want that. "Hey there" you greeted him as you opened the door. His eyes widened and his cheeks reddened once again. "I was just about to-" he said panicked, before his expression changed to a confused one "h-how did you-?" You chuckled softly "I could hear you overthinking from the other side of the wall" "Oh" he said "It's nothing" you smiled reassuringly "come in" he did, stepping into your room like he was afraid a trap might fall on him any minute. You closed the door behind him and walked up to him. "did everything go alright with my dad?" you asked, tracing your fingers on his arms. "Y-yes, everything alright" he looked at his feet. "good" you hummed "Is this your room?" he looked around at the books-filled space. "yup" you said stepping closer to him "b-but you don't live here" You laughed softly " nope" you slowly intertwined your arms behind his neck "but I come here sometimes" you kept talking as you felt his breathing getting faster "So dad decided to give this room to me" you played with the hair at the base of his neck, twisting some locks between your fingers "You like it?" he glanced at you, so close to him he could feel every inch of you, and he put all his effort into spitting out some words, trying to at least look like he wasn't having a heart attack. "I-I do" he smiles softly "You read a lot" "I do" you did the same. You looked at his hands, frozen by his side, and laughed softly "you can touch me you know?" He blushed "I'm sorry I-" "stop apologizing Peter" you said, taking one of his hands in yours "here" you placed it on your waist "you like that?" he gulped as he could only nod shyly. "Do you want to use the other one too?" He didn't answer, he just slowly raised his hand to set it gently on your waist. You looked up at him and smiled. You couldn't help but do only that. he looked so soft, his pupils scanning frantically your whole face and his pinkish mouth parted, ragged breaths escaping it. You wanted to know what he was thinking. for the first time in your life, you felt like you couldn't fully understand a boy. they usually were quite frankly, simple. You batted your eyes and smiled at their jokes and they would text you asking you to "watch a movie" at their house. It was easy. But with Peter, it wasn't like that. He had many thoughts spinning in that head of his, and some of them you felt you could understand, but some other ones, they were harder to reach. And you liked that. you liked, for once, not knowing. "What are you thinking?" you asked His lips twitched into a shy smile. He opened his mouth to say something but stopped himself before he actually could. "Don't worry" you stood on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek "I won't judge". Peter felt a shiver run down his spine, and he wondered at that moment, what he had done in his life to be so lucky. "Can I-" he looked at you shily "can I kiss you?" Your heart skipped a beat, as a warmth invaded your body. God, he was sweet. "Of course Peter" you smiled, leaning up once again to meet his lips with yours. He was unsure at first but as he calmed down your lips melted into one another, just like your two bodies. He smiled sincerely as you leaned away, for the first time since you had met him, seemingly careless. "Y-you're really beautiful" he whispered, and now it was your turn to blush. You didn't know how to respond, so you kissed him again, walking towards the bed until his legs hit it. He looked at you confusedly and you smiled "sit" He did and you didn't miss the opportunity to straddle him. Your lips found his again and your tongue started exploring his mouth, as your hips started moving on their own, earning little moans from him. His hands came up to your waist, staying there awkwardly as your hands roamed through his hair and back. "y/n" he murmured against your lips "shit" he whined as you kissed his neck. "mh-mh?" you asked, not stopping the trail of kisses you were leaving on his pretty neck. "I-I" he couldn't talk, and so you stopped to look at him. "what baby?" Fuck. The pet name made him groan lowly, only worsening the situation. he looked down at his crotch and you followed his line of sight, a very evident bulge prominent under his jeans. you smiled softly "It's fine baby" you stroked his cheek "actually it's more than fine" you chuckled "I'd be offended if it hadn't happened" "oh" he breathed a sigh of relief and you kissed him briefly before going back to his neck. Little desperate moans fled his mouth as you started sucking on a spot below his ear. You drank all those pretty sounds up, praying to never forget them as you watched his skin redden. "There " you said once the hickey was fully formed on his neck "now you're gonna remember me every time you see it" He laughed softly "I-I don't think I'm gonna need this y/n" You grinned, pushing him onto the bed "shut up" you murmured giddily before attacking his lips once again. You kept kissing him and grinding on his crotch, as he kept emitting low groans. You found the hem of his shirt and broke the kiss to take it off of him. Your hands immediately finding his sculpted abs and firm chest, exploring and tracing every line of his six-pack. he was immobile, mesmerized by the look of you, touching him where he had never been touched, making him feel things he had never felt. You kissed his pec quickly before leaning away to take off your shirt. Peter thought he was gonna die, and to be honest he wouldn't have even minded it. Your perfect boobs were squished between a white lacey bra, and peter tried, he really did, to take his eyes off of them, but he couldn't. You laughed softly "Would you like to take it off?" "Yes" he spat out, "please yes" he murmured as his hands unclasped your bra. He tossed it somewhere on the floor as his mouth slacked open. "shit" he said, looking at you for approval as his hands came up to grope your tits. You bit your lip just as he did, nodding while his hands gently touched you everywhere. You took advantage of this moment to let your hand travel to his crotch. A desperate moan left his mouth as you gently stroked his erection through his pants. "F-fuck" he pleaded, looking at you. "I know baby" you cooed "I'm gonna make you feel better" you ghosted his lips "I promise" He growled lowly. Your fingers found his zipper and you undid it, kissing his briefly before getting off of him to kneel in front of him. Flashbacks from the last time passed through his mind and he gulped nervously. "raise your hips honey" he obeyed eagerly and you pulled his pants off of him, getting up to admire him once you did, all of him. he blushed, and you smirked. Your hands found your skirt and you started to shuffle it down your legs but peter's thin voice interrupted you. "wait y/n" You tilted your head to the side "yes baby?" you asked, noticing his cock twitch at the pet name. "I- I have to tell you something" "what is it?" you asked sweetly "Well I-I" he avoided your gaze "I've never done this y/n" You smiled "baby" your skirt fell to the floor, and Peter started having serious doubts about whether or not his heart could take this. You climbed back onto him "don't worry" you kissed him gently "I'm gonna take care of you baby" you kissed him again "you just have to relax" you gripped his cock "i'll take care of the rest, alright?" He looked at you with those big beautiful puppy eyes before nodding eagerly, just the feeling of your hand on his cock almost killing him. You positioned his dick at your entrance and moaned lowly as you sank down on it. A series of ragged little breaths left his mouth, and he groaned loudly once he bottomed out. He put his hands on your waist and you bit your lip "good boy" you praised him, before starting to move up and down his length. "shit" he murmured "feels good?" you kept your pace "Y-yes" he growled thinly, unable to speak. "Good" you bent down to kiss him "you're doing so good baby" you gripped his shoulders "making me feel so good" you bit your lip "fucking me with your hard cock" he moaned "such a good boy" you kept looking at him as your moans intertwined, becoming one. As you bounced on his cock you noticed his eyes fixated somewhere, and you smirked softly as you realized where. "you can touch them y'know?" you raised your eyebrows and his mouth parted in stunner "I- just-" you cut him off, taking one of his hands to place it on your boob. He looked at you unsurely before you nodded at him, encouraging him to bring his other hand up, groping your other breast. He took them both in his hands, studying their every inch, as you kept up your pace, your thighs starting to tire slightly. "You like that?" you asked, "you like my tits?" "I-I do" he moaned desperately "they are perfect " he breathed out. You smiled, bending down again to kiss him, this time your tongue infiltrating into his mouth, drowning out his groans as he started getting closer. "Are you coming baby?" you asked sweetly "are you gonna cum inside of me honey?" you asked out of breath "fill me up real good?" He nodded, his eyes shut from the pleasure, as his mouth stayed parted, the same filthy little moans escaping from it. "so good" you praised him, going a little faster now "so good for me baby" "y/n" he whispered your name, and you realized he was coming "shit y/n" he continued. "Then cum peter" you put a hand on his chest to get more leverage "be a good boy and cum inside of me baby" you said, finally sending him over the edge. Desperate moans resembling your name came out of his mouth and they filled the room as you kept moving, letting him ride out his high. He opened his eyes once he was back to earth, and you couldn't help but smile at his cuteness. His cheeks were red and he was breathing heavily, so so so cute. "This was really fun" you kissed him before getting off of him to lay next to him. "It was" he agreed, staring at the ceiling before turning back to you, his brows furrowed. "But You- you didn't cum" he almost whispered, and you laughed softly "Don't worry baby" you shuffled his hair "It'll be for another time" Another time, Another time, peter thought, he had no idea if you had just said that to shut him up, but he hoped to god it meant what he wanted. 'Cause if there was one thing he knew right now, was that you were gonna be his only thought for yet another week.

#peter parker smut #peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #spiderman smut #sub!peter parker #Smut

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selenecrown · 27 days

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I just watched the Spider Within and honestly, I think it is great. While it may not mean anything in the grand sceme of the Spiderverse series-I personally think it is a great addition full of good panic attack representation especially in the Black community, and In-Universe implications.

While I cannot speak much on the part of speaking about panic attacks to others representation, as while I have had panic attacks in the past, I am white and have had a much different experience then those of color, who have a distrust of the medical system in my country and deal with different stigmas and my panic attacks went in a different direction then Miles where he is seeking help whereas I almost. . . Game Overed myself before I got the help I needed-I think The Spider Within's verson of a panic attack is still a good interpretation of a panic attack. While it does not show physically what it is-it creates a wonderful metaphor for it.

Anxiety is like a spider on you-you may not even notice it at first, it's small and insignificant. But overtime, it gets worse and worse, until eventually, the spiders become too much to handle and attack you all at once if they are not swatted away. It also feels like the more spiders you notice, the worse it gets. And when anxiety strikes-it feels like many spiders attacking all at once and makes you feel unsafe even in your own skin.

So, in that regard, I love the use of Spider Horror as I think it serves as a wonderful metaphor I can use to explain it to someone who doesn't have anxiety.

Another thing I love, is unironically, the implications of the short-as a comic book fan (or at least to my experience) it's never really been addressed the struggles between your superhero identity and your true identity and what that entails for a person.

We have to remember Miles is 13 in Into the Spiderverse and 15 years old in Across the Spiderverse.

Let me say that again.

Miles Morales is 13 and 15 years old at the time of the movies he stars in.

He is still a teenager and he is balancing his identity as Spiderman and Miles Morales.

Most of the superheros we see are adults. Fully. Grown. Adults. who HAVE the skills to cope with their double lifes and often times have a support system of superheros and those who understand around them to help and guide them through whatever they are dealing with. This is especially clear in the Marvel Cinematic Universe where is it very clear most superheros have help.

No superhero is ever truly alone in the MCU.

Miles is not that case and this has been emphasized by many Spiderman characters-they feel truly alone and they have to do things by themselves. Miles doesn't have the help like other Marvel characters do. He is the only Spiderman in his own universe, and possibly the only superhero in his universe. To quote Peter Parker in the first movie, "The only thing standing between this city and destruction, is me."

It is just Miles Morales against whatever threat there is, and he has the deal with the consequences after. And as he saw in The Spider Within, this is taking a huge toll on Miles, enough for him to have a panic attack.

This shows, like the movies keep saying over and over, being Spiderman, and by extension a superhero-is NOT something to be taken lightly. It takes a lot from a person to be a superhero, which also has not fully been addressed in comic books or comic book movies. It is not just a simple you get superpowers, side with the good people and BOOM! You are superhero no questions asked. It is a commitment to a cause, a curse and blessing and honestly I LOVE that.

I also love what this implies during the first movie-Peter Parker of Mile's universe most likely have gone through the same thing, which makes his line of "You're like me." That much more impactful and devastating to me.

The hope in Peter's voice-when Peter Parker and Miles Morales first met, through the Spidy Sense they knew they where one in the same. And this gave Peter Parker hope because in that moment, he was not the only one who had to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. And to add insult to injury, it is HIGHLY implied Peter Parker was NOT a part of the Spider Society as seen in Across the Spiderverse. Peter didn't have that help so he truly felt he had to do everything by himself. Peter Parker felt he was alone until Miles came into the picture, which got his hopes up and I imagine really comforted Peter even in death that things would be okay, despite him saying otherwise.

Being a superhero takes a toll on people. And I think The Spider Within addresses that wonderfully.

#the spider within #into the spider verse #across the spiderverse #marvel #marvel comics #marvel cinematic universe #miles morales #peter parker #personal shit

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ghostofafruit · 5 months

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So i'm working on a lot of fics at the moment, the oneshots will continue as I always have with loose hope that i'll finish them before I lose interest in them but I have several multi chapter/longform fics I wish to work on. There is a poll at the bottom of this post and I just want to get a guide idea for what people would want first, below are the four longer fics I'm trying to finish and get out and a little description about them.

Martha/Rose Season 3 onwards rewrite - A Martha/Rose multichapter rewrite of season 3 featuring less leading on of Martha, a role swap between Rose and the Doctor, and an actual relationship. Would probably contain immortal/bad wolf Rose.

Rose and Ten in the MCU - A doctorrose long oneshot (It was meant to be maybe 5k and I haven't even gotten to my main points for writing it yet and it's over double that). They've crashed into the MCU and they can't get the Tardis to start back up again, she won't even do a short jump within the universe, so they're stuck on Earth and have to settle down. Rose becomes an English teacher at Peter's school. Later into the year there's a fieldtrip to stark industries, and the Doctor and Rose get the help of Peter and Tony to get back home. (I actually have a sequel planned too, a human nature/family of blood rewrite where the Doctor crashes them into that universe to hide out)

Married Life - a season 2 onwards multichapter rewrite starting at the werewolf episode going forward Each chapter alternates between an episode rewrite and an original, hopefully more relaxed, adventure.

It's not really a secret - originally intended as a multichapter Merlin fic, inspired by a prompt from @onceandfuturelesbian in which Uther finds out about Merlin's magic and tries to kill him for it. The first chapter came out over a year ago and I've been really struggling with it. Now it is intended to be finished as a longer oneshot with Merthur happening around halfway through.

Rose Tyler's guide to becoming a superhero - Immortal Rose Tyler is trying to get back to her birth universe after her family are all gone (she's in her 300s she wanted to hang around and explore that universe) but her one attempt on the canon lands her not in her original universe but one full of heros and villains. Her brother Tony had liked comics, though she never had, and through him and her hazy memory of his rambles about his comics, she has a pretty rough idea of what's going on. She starts out as a teacher, but one of her students is Peter Parker and that name rings a bell from Tony's ramblings. It takes a little while, but she realises he's Spider-Man and sets on to help him however she can. Good thing Bad Wolf left behind a couple things more than just immortality.

#doctor who #fanfic #rose tyler #timepetals #doctorrose #tenrose #dr who #tenth doctor #martha jones #martharose #crossover #peter parker #mcu #doctor who marvel crossover #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #merlin #merthur

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rikis-girl · 15 days

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Spiderman

Harsh words and angst up ahead!! Be warned!

"Gwen Stacy!!!!!" your mother called for you from downstairs. You almost dropped your polaroid of your beloved boyfriend Jake Parker; brother of the late Peter Parker. Jake had just joined the army of spider people under Miguel and was not too familiar with the spiders but Gwen Stacy, aka ghost spider or spiderwoman.

You rush downstairs to see your mother holding up her phone to take your picture as you twirl in your dress.

"How do I look mom?" "Like a successful science experiment" she replied taking a picture casually and flicking her tears.

The doorbell rings and your super cute golden retriever of a boyfriend stood there with the biggest most excited and nervous smile you've seen anyone sport. "May I come in Mrs.Stacy?"

He notices you standing and posing for the camera and his jaw drops to the ground. "You look....... whoa" he sputters in disbelief as he takes in your fit. "Do I look good Jakey?" you ask. "You look so pretty I'm mad that i can only view you in 3d." His sparkling eyes make your heart stutter.

He gently takes your hand in his as your mom calls you two to take pictures together. He slips his hand around your waist and pulls you closer. "Don't be shy baby." He says before smiling for the picture.

Soon you both are in his second hand car and are making your way to prom. A scream pulls through the school cafeteria and Jake gets into his spider get up instantly.

"Please be safe out there." You tell him; worried that you'll have to face the same Jake who was impaled by the great Doc Ock who he accidentally, indirectly murdered.

"Have I ever not been safe?" He jokes, you give him a stern and worried look conveying how upsetting it is to see the love of your life coming home with all those scratches and wounds.

"Fine, I will stay out of too much trouble" He gives you a chaste kiss before slipping his mask on and swinging into the cafeteria.

Loud clanging sounds are heard from the cafeteria and you hear Jake throwing a few playful quips here and there as you try to guide everyone to safety. "I'M NOT A MONSTER!!!!" a scream echoes through the building. "I know you're not." Jake whispers, trying to calm down the broken soul in front of him. "THEN WHY IS IT THAT NO ONE LOVES ME? NOT MY MOM, NOT MY DAD, NOT MY EX! WHEN WILL I FIND LOVE?? Will you help me?" The girl sobs, breaking down in front of your boyfriend. "Wait what? I mean, you will find love eventually..... But for now you need to love yourself." He reaches his hand out to pull her up from the wall of plants she pulled up with her powers.

Jake suddenly gets himself pulled in by said girl as she traps him in her plant. "Knew you would fall for a poor, unfortunate soul." She says, chuckling darkly. "I TRUSTED YOU FLO!" your betrayed boyfriend shrieks.

"Too bad spidey, now you're all mine" she says and starts walking to him and Jake starts to expect the worst lashing he's had in weeks and closes his eyes for the impact which never came,

In front of his eyes stood his strong and brave girlfriend yanking the hair of Flo; a teen who magically started having super powers related to her favorite superhero: poison Ivy.

"STACY NO GET OUT OF HERE" Jake yells as he tries to free himself off the binds.

"THIS BITCH TRIED TO TAKE MY MAN I AIN'T BACKING DOWN SUPERPOWER OR NOT!!!" You scream vigorously pulling the hair of the deranged female in front of you.

Jake frees himself and brings you to safety and removes his mask.

"WHAT WAS THAT FOR?" He whisper-shouts, mad. "The bitch wanted MY man.... I will have a problem with that" you explained.

Jake just shook his head and pulled his mask on. "STAY. PUT. HERE." He warns sternly as he swings off, leaving you sitting on a rooftop with your feet dangling in the air.

A good 20 minutes pass by when you feel something wrap around your neck. Before you can respond, you loose your vision and consciousness.

The first thing you see after the incident is the ground atleast 80 feet below you and a gag around your mouth. Your boyfriend is fighting the crazy plant girl Flo as he keeps checking on you, dangling right above a vat of weird chemicals.

"WELCOME TO MY HOME GWEN STACY, AKA SPIDEY'S WHORE!" Flo screams from some random floor in the building which you were dangling from. You notice plants holding your arms and neck, keeping you from plunging to your death. You look frantically for a way to escape when one of the plants holding your right hand lets go, leaving you dangling by your left hand and your throat.

"THE CHILDREN OR THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE SPIDEY!" Flo yells as a bus of children are dropped along with you from either sides of the building. ;"SAVE THE KIDS!" You scream before plunging to your inevitable death. You see you boyfriend rushing to save the kids at your word and you close your eyes accepting fate when you feel something sticking onto your chest as you open your eyes to see your boyfriend's web attached to you.

You were only a few feet above the ground and it was almost too late and you look at your boyfriend one last time with his mask on as a plant attacks him, leaving you to hit the ground as an immense pain surges through your body and you breathe no more.

You have a dream with Jake and you smiling and holding your grandkids, but you knew all too well that you were gone.

"In every other universe, Gwen Stacy falls for Spider-man.... and in every other universe, it doesn't end well."

#Enhypen #jake enhypen #jake enha #spiderman #alternate universe #gwen stacy #reader is gwen stacy #angst #enhypen angst

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twiststreet · 3 days

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Brain went down a rabbit-hole until I ended up googling "Sal Buscema inked by Bill Sienkiewicz."

Buscema was a traditional comic artist at the end of his career-- end of career can be a rough place to see a comic artist work (Simonson great still, but I think that's rare; it's not the era of Kirby's career I'd recommend, say, that final spate). And i wouldn't say I'm a big Sal Buscema fan, generally-- I mean, the opposite: I think he's usually uninspired, even in his prime (which are, what, Sin Eater and Secret Empire in Captain America?? I mean. Maybe I'm forgetting the "Good Stuff" but). I just don't think he's the good part of those stories; he's just sort of a guy who was around, for me.

But they paired him with Bill Sienkiewicz on Spectacular Spiderman in 1995--ish-- I think this after Big Numbers had fallen apart, maybe even after the Hendrix book was finished; basically, maybe not peak but near-peak Sienkiewicz.

1995 was at a time where comics were especially unforgiving to its veterans-- it's never great for the veterans, but I want to say this was around the same time Herb Trimpe couldn't find work and tried to reinvent as a Liefeld clone, to pretty ... I mean, not-celebrated results; Trimpe famously had a rough enough exit they wrote about it in the New York Times. So whoever was the editor really did something, finding a way to keep Sal Buscema in the mix, at a minimum.

Sienkiewicz brought the kineticism and nonsensical chaos to the linework the market demanded in 1995, and that Buscema couldn't do on his own-- Buscema kept Sienkiewicz on a set of rails and tethered to the Planet Earth and not spiraling out of control, that it sure seems like Sienkiewicz maybe still needs; his Wikipedia bio just sort of stops being interesting sometimes in the 90's. Just a real collission of styles, context, careers, biographies going on over in a mostly-forgotten Spectacular Spiderman run.

Sometimes wildly unsuccessfully! But sometimes you see bits that could be in any later/ "modern" comic-- the rendering on Doc Ock's face on this page feels very "current" to me; or there are other pages that almost look like early Jock. But the interesting thing is: I don't think of it as a "marriage of styles" at all, though. You can still see Sal Buscema's boring-ness on the page (and I'm sure people disagree but I think he's just a very boring artist), but then there's this emotionality to it that Sienkiewiciz is bringing that somehow makes it strange and memorable, more than successful.

This double page splash of Spiderman facing off villains-- it's basically boring! The composition is so perfunctory; the poses are all, you know, Great American Songbook superhero comic poses. It's just a boring splash. But then Sienkiewiciz is trying to wild out on it anyways-- I mean, what are even half of these lines?? Look at those lines at the bottom, where he's cutting into the silhouette of the edge of the subway platform! Look at those lines on the right and how they cut into the shadow of the girl's jacket. What the hell are those lines supposed to be doing?? They're crazy-- it's great.

Is it a great splash page? FUCK NO! I don't think it shakes off how rote it is-- it's just not cool. But it's at the same time... I think it's fun to look at?? I think this boring splash of Peter Parker is another good example. It's totally uninspired and totally alive, at the same time, on the same page. (Compare it to Sienkiewiciz and John Buscema and I mean... it's a very different thing!). Comic people talk about collaboration and the power of collaboration, but here, I don't think this is that. I don't think this is a "great collaboration" so much as like... When that album Night Ripper came out with all the mashup songs, Girl Talk or whatever, and it'd be fun to be like "Ahhhh, I know this song"...even when it was songs I didn't like. Because it was just presented in a way that I did like.

(Comic Art Fans has color guides for some of the pages from John Kalisz-- I can't imagine this page printed how it was intended, but).

Anyways, I had a whole thing I wanted to do today but instead I wrote this garbage for some dumb reason. I gotta rally, fuck. Anyways.

#worst hobby or worstest hobby

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zapreportsblog · 9 months

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Babysitting Adventures

➥ summary: Mayday Parker and her babysitter a (y/n) get up to some real fun adventures

➥ a/n: this is a aged up Mayday story

The sun cast its warm glow over the city as (Y/n) prepared for a day of babysitting. Today, her charge was none other than Mayday, the spirited and mischievous daughter of Peter Parker, also known as Spider-Man. Excitement bubbled within (Y/n) as she looked forward to spending the day with the young spiderling.

As Mayday's parents entrusted her into (Y/n)'s care, they exchanged heartfelt words of advice and affectionate reminders. With a gentle farewell, they left, entrusting their precious daughter to (Y/n)'s capable hands.

Alone with Mayday, (Y/n) couldn't help but be captivated by the young girl's energy and enthusiasm. Mayday, with her wide eyes and infectious smile, exuded a sense of curiosity that ignited (Y/n)'s own sense of adventure. Little did they know the fun-filled mayhem that awaited them.

The day began innocently enough, with (Y/n) guiding Mayday through the basic routines of the day—breakfast, getting dressed, and brushing teeth. But as they moved through the tasks, the playful spirit within both of them started to awaken.

With a twinkle in her eye, Mayday announced, "Let's play dress-up!" (Y/n) couldn't resist the enthusiasm in Mayday's voice, so they rummaged through Mayday's closet, pulling out an assortment of costumes. Within moments, they transformed into a pair of dynamic superheroes, ready to save the world from imaginary threats.

As they ventured outside, (Y/n) couldn't help but marvel at Mayday's agility and spider-like instincts. She somersaulted effortlessly, demonstrating her spider-like abilities. Inspired, (Y/n) attempted her own acrobatic feats, stumbling and laughing as she tried to emulate Mayday's agility.

Their adventure took them to the nearby park, where they encountered a group of children engaged in a playful game of tag. Mayday's eyes lit up, and she wasted no time joining the group, her spider-like reflexes giving her an edge. (Y/n) couldn't resist the opportunity to participate and soon found herself sprinting alongside Mayday, weaving through obstacles and playfully evading capture.

Laughter filled the air as they raced through the park, their carefree spirits intertwining in a dance of joy and friendship. They reveled in the simple pleasures of childhood, their imaginations creating a world where anything was possible.

After their exhilarating game of tag, they settled beneath the shade of a towering tree, their breaths coming in quick gasps as they caught their breath. (Y/n) looked at Mayday, a sense of awe and admiration filling her heart. The young spiderling was more than just Peter Parker's daughter; she embodied the resilience, courage, and unwavering spirit of a true hero.

As the day progressed, (Y/n) and Mayday embarked on various adventures—building a makeshift fort, creating intricate sandcastles at the beach, and even engaging in friendly competitions of who could swing the highest on the playground swings. Each activity fueled their bond, strengthening the connection between them.

As the sun began its descent, casting a warm golden hue over the city, (Y/n) and Mayday returned home, their hearts filled with the memories of their day together. They shared stories of their adventures, giggling and reliving the joyful moments. Mayday's eyes sparkled with contentment, and (Y/n) couldn't help but feel a profound sense of fulfillment.

The door swung open, and the familiar figures of Mayday's parents, Peter Parker and Mary Jane Watson-Parker, stepped into the room. Their eyes sparkled with curiosity as they looked upon their daughter and (Y/n), eager to hear about the day's escapades.

Mayday bounded towards her parents, her face flushed with excitement. "Mom, Dad, you won't believe all the amazing things we did today!" she exclaimed, barely containing her enthusiasm.

(Y/n) followed suit, a radiant smile adorning her face. "It was a day filled with adventure and laughter. We had so much fun together!"

Peter and Mary Jane exchanged a knowing glance, their eyes reflecting the warmth and gratitude they felt towards (Y/n). They listened intently as Mayday and (Y/n) recounted their day, the words flowing with infectious enthusiasm.

"We started off by playing dress-up," Mayday began, her voice animated with excitement. "We dressed as superheroes and imagined ourselves saving the world from all sorts of villains!"

(Y/n) chimed in, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "Mayday's agility and spider-like reflexes inspired me to try some acrobatic moves myself. Let's just say, I have newfound respect for your spider powers, Peter!"

Peter chuckled, his pride evident. "You're a natural, Mayday. Just like your dad."

Mary Jane joined in the laughter, her eyes brimming with affection. "It sounds like you two had quite the adventure. What else did you do?"

Mayday's eyes gleamed as she continued. "We went to the park and played tag with other kids. I used my spider abilities to evade them, and (Y/n) joined in too! We were so fast, Mom, you wouldn't believe it!"

(Y/n) nodded enthusiastically. "Mayday is incredibly agile and quick. It was exhilarating to keep up with her and experience the thrill of friendly competition."

Peter raised an eyebrow playfully. "Any swinging from buildings, just like your old man?"

(Y/n) blushed, her cheeks tinged with a rosy hue. "Well, maybe not swinging from buildings, but we did have a swinging contest at the playground. We aimed for the sky on those swings!"

Mary Jane's eyes twinkled with delight. "You both must have had the time of your lives. It's moments like these that create memories to cherish."

Mayday's voice grew softer, a touch of earnestness coloring her words. "And it's all thanks to (Y/n). She made everything so much fun!"

(Y/n) looked at Mayday, her heart swelling with warmth. "Mayday, you're an incredible friend and partner in crime. I'm grateful for the chance to spend this day with you."

Peter and Mary Jane exchanged a proud and grateful glance, their hearts filled with gratitude for (Y/n)'s role in their daughter's life. Peter placed a hand on (Y/n)'s shoulder, a gesture of appreciation.

"(Y/n), we can't thank you enough for giving Mayday such a memorable day," Peter said, his voice filled with genuine gratitude. "You've shown her the joy of companionship and the power of friendship. We are forever grateful."

(Y/n) smiled, her eyes reflecting a mix of happiness and contentment. "It was my pleasure, Mr and Mrs.Parker . Mayday is an amazing kid, and I'm lucky to have shared this adventure with her."

As the room filled with warmth and love, the bond between (Y/n), Mayday, and her parents grew stronger. They basked in the joy of their shared experiences, grateful for the moments that had brought them together.

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girasollake · 2 years

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i love you in every universe | p.p.

pairing: tom!peter parker x fem!reader

requested by: @oyasumimosura

summary: the reader is wanda’s sister, she was in love with peter before she forgot all about him. what happens when strange comes to her for help? what happens when she gets thrown into another universe where she meets peter’s variant who knows her while she doesn’t know anyone named peter parker

warnings: fight scenes, mentions of blood and wounds, curse words, sad ending, spoilers for nwh and mom, mentions of loss and death, basically it can make you cry at the end xx

type: angst, some fluff

a/n: hi! this is my first requested fic! i hope that you guys will like it and that the person who requested it is gonna be happy with how it turned out! xx

words: 5.3k

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After the airport battle she couldn’t stop thinking about him. He was consuming her thoughts every night when she was struggling to sleep. She couldn’t get the image of his stupid red suit, his captivating smile and brown fluffy locks out of her mind. Her sister Wanda teased her about this silly crush whenever she had the chance to do so. When the problems with The Socovia Accords got swept under a rug, (Y/n) was finally able to move into a space shared with people closest to her. She missed Nat the most because she was like a guide to her, she taught her how to be more mindful of her powers, how to remain calm during missions and most importantly how to fight. (Y/n) didn’t necessarily understand why she was the one who got most of the help from the Avengers, after all her sister was the one who had problems with control. When she settled in, Tony enrolled her to a science school. She wasn’t keen on going there, but everyone insisted that being around people her age would be best for her. It was at this moment, when she saw this cheesy smile again, that she realised this wasn’t such a bad idea. She quickly became friends with Peter and every time she would zone out during class, she found herself staring at him. Quickly coming back to her senses her eyes would try to focus on the book in front of her.

“He must have some flaws” (Y/n) would think to herself while she was analysing the way he looked. Much to her disappointment, he was perfect. At least to her. What a shame he would never find out.

“I need your help.” Peter appeared above her head when she was doing her math homework on the bench near their school.

“With what exactly? If you want me to do your chemistry homework again because you were swinging all night, then no. You know we all have our own respons..”

“NO, no. I need your help… with someone.”

“Someone? What kind of help? Peter did you kill someone?” (Y/n) whispered and stood up quickly from her seat.

“No, god. There is um.. this girl that I like and I need your help with asking her to homecoming.”

(Y/n) felt a sharp pain in her chest. She suspected that he liked someone and part of her hoped that it would be her, but he never looked at her that way. It was Liz who was lucky enough to steal all his glances. (Y/n) knew it was wrong but once during lunch she read his mind and after that, the part of her who had some hope for a relationship with Peter got down to a size of a coffee bean. What did Liz have that she didn’t? Right, she was pretty, funny, popular. But (Y/n) had all those qualities and superpowers too! Who wouldn’t want to have a girlfriend who is a superhero? Well apparently if you are a superhero yourself, you wouldn’t.

“Yeah sure! Tell me what plans you have in mind.”

She tried so hard to sound happy for him, to encourage him and to support him. Later that day, when she finally went through the door in her bedroom she collapsed on the bed and cried herself to sleep. All of the Avengers had told her months before that she and Peter would make a beautiful couple. She was wondering if maybe, just maybe they were lying to make her feel better?

Years flew by and now she didn’t know who Peter was. She didn’t remember the nights when she cried because he was out of her reach, the mornings when she would imagine him lying next to her, the daydreams she had when she was at school. She didn’t know why her heart sped up when she saw this young man entering her favourite donut shop. She was in the corner quietly eating her dessert when their eyes met. Something suddenly appeared inside her mind, a blurry, hardly visible image. She tried her best to focus on what she thought was a memory but ineffectively. (Y/n) saw this mysterious man at the donut shop a few times and she would always feel a shiver down her spine when he was near. She couldn’t explain it, she tried meditating to calm her mind so that maybe she would remember some memories but after some time she convinced herself that it’s nothing. That this man is a stranger for her and she’s just making things up.

After some time (Y/n) started wondering where is her sister. After Visions death Wanda changed, (Y/n) was struggling to keep in touch with her and after some time they fell apart. She didn’t know if Wanda was okay, she didn’t even know if she was alive. (Y/n) went on with her life, but her mind was sometimes occupied with her sister or the man from the donut shop.

She was walking near a river, looking down at the ducks playing in the water. Her mind was anywhere but there. She took a seat on an old bench and looked up into the sky.

“Am I interrupting?” she heard behind her.

Quickly turning around (Y/n) saw one of the people she haven’t seen for a long time.

“Stephen? What are you doing here?”

“It’s about your sister, we need your help to stop her. You have to come with me and I’ll explain everything when we get to the sanctum.”

“I literally haven’t spoken to her in months and you show up out of nowhere telling me to stop her? Where were you when she needed our help? She was so heartbroken because of Vision and I lost all the contact I had with her. I don’t even know what you would need me for anyway, aren’t y’all like powerful wizards or sorcerers or some shit along those lines?”

“Please, (Y/n) come with me. We can’t talk about this here. I need you to trust me.”

Silence fell between the two and (Y/n)’s thoughts were spinning inside her head. “Where was she all this time? Why should we stop her? Why me?” She thought to herself.

She nodded her head and went into the orange portal behind Stephen. The man followed her and showed her to a room where they could have a seat. He explained what Wanda did at Westview and that she has been corrupted by the book called The Dark Hold. To be honest (Y/n) wasn’t even that amused with the town spell. Her sister was always capable of doing something like this, especially after such a heartbreak, and it really wasn’t a surprise.

“Soo.. basically you want me to protect this girl whose power is jumping through the multiverse? What does my sister have to do with that?”

“She wants to kill America and take her powers so that she can reunite with her children.”

“The children that are fake?” she squinted her eyes.

“Exactly.”

(Y/n) was trying to get the story straight, she understood everything but the fact that her sister wanted to kill this girl. This was so unlike her, all of this felt like a fever dream.

“It’s time.” she turned her head to see Wong standing inside a portal which lead to Kamar Taj.

(Y/n) looked at Stephen who whispered a quiet “please”. She sighed and followed both men. Everyone at the fortress was prepared for something to come their way. Suddenly big dark clouds covered the sky above them and inside them (Y/n) saw a red flash of light. Wanda flew out of the clouds and all the students tried their best to hold up the protective magical shield. Stephen flew up to her to negotiate but when she attacked, (Y/n) knew that it hadn’t gone well. She joined the small army and helped with holding up the shield. Out of nowhere a man ran away and the shield broke down. (Y/n) flew up to meet her sister, she thought that she only changed on the inside but to her surprise she was just as unrecognizable outside. Her fingers were black as if she had dipped them in tar.

“Why are you doing this Wanda?!” (Y/n) screamed loudly so that the woman in front of her could hear it.

Wanda looked at her with worry and surprise written on her face but she didn’t say a word back.

“I was trying to keep in touch, you know? I tried being a good sister and help you! Why didn’t you let me in? I could have been your shoulder to cry on and to help you stand back up but you chose to abandon me! And now instead of being with me you look for your kids who aren’t even real!” she continued.

That was her last straw, after hearing for the thousand time her children are fake Wanda shot a red blast at her sister. (Y/n) easily avoided it and she felt anger coursing through her veins. She charged at her sister with all the power she had. There was no room to talk anymore, (Y/n) felt as if she lost the only person closest to her. After some time of throwing the blasts and shielding herself she got weaker. She tried her best to defeat her, to do what Stephen had come to her for, but she couldn’t. Wanda threw the last blast straight into (Y/n)’s stomach and sent her flying to the ground. She was slightly knocked out but she felt someone grab her and take her inside the temple. She heard faint voices and her vision was blurred. She came back to her senses when they were hiding inside and Wanda attacked them yet again. The witch got a hold of America which caused her to accidentally open a portal. (Y/n) tried to help Stephen and with the last energy she had in her she sent Wanda flying backwards into a wall, she jumped into the portal after Stephen and America quickly grabbing the wizards cloak. The portal threw them out on some kind of building. Everything in this world was breath-taking and green, (Y/n) could stare at the buildings constantly but she felt a sudden urge to puke.

“Yeah, there it is.” Said America slightly smirking.

(Y/n) used her sleeve to wipe her mouth and looked around again.

“So this is like a different version of New York?” She asked turning to the girl.

“Yeah, that’s exactly what it is.” She replied smiling.

They came down from the building and onto the street. America explained to them that each universe has different rules and you never know anything. They were trying to find the other Stephen from this universe and if they were lucky, the other (Y/n). After some time they had stepped into the memory lane and after seeing memories of Stephen and America, (Y/n) had decided she wanted to see hers. She stepped on the tile and a scene played out in front of her.

“No give me that! That’s my piece!” An unfamiliar voiced yelled.

“I got it first, shove off and take a different one!” It was her own voice but she couldn’t make out who was the person she was talking to, his face was blurry.

“You literally stole it from me, I had it in my hand! Give. It. Back.”

“Can you move? You’re blocking my view and I want to put this together. We have like 30 minutes left to finish this.” The girl desperately tried to push the boy away.

“(Y/n) this is the most important piece of Lego Death Star! You don’t understand!”

“Okay and? Doesn’t change the fact that I want to be the one to place it there!”

“Give it back!” The man jumped on top of her pining her down, they were play fighting and suddenly they stopped. Their faces were so close and she was in a trance looking into his eyes. The memory still didn’t show his face but from the sound of his voice (Y/n) could tell he got slightly flustered.

“Sorry you can have it.” He sat next to her and she poked his cheek with her finger.

The memory stopped playing and (Y/n) was genuinely confused.

“This thing is broken.” She stated. “It’s probably a memory from this universe’s version of me, that didn’t make any sense.”

Her friends looked at her thinking if they should tell her it was her memory, not the other (Y/n)’s. They didn’t have much time to think because she quickly went ahead of them yelling that they have to hurry up. They were looking for the Sanctum to talk to the other Stephen. Unfortunately, instead of him they found a statue. A statue put there in his honour, because the other Stephen died while fighting Thanos.

“Fuck, we’re screwed.” (Y/n) whispered and tried to walk away from there but Mordo appeared at the door frame.

“My brother!” He yelled greeting Stephen. The girls were looking at the scene confused, especially (Y/n). “I knew this day would come! Come on everyone, let me invite you inside, we have a lot to talk about!”

They cautiously followed him upstairs. This sanctum wasn’t much different from their own, most things and rooms were in the same place. They took a seat next to a tiny coffee table. (Y/n) desperately needed that seat, she wasn’t in the best condition.

“Here, have some tea.” Mordo placed a tea pot and some cups in front of them. “Tell me everything about your universe, Stephen”

Everyone took their cup and filled it up with the warm liquid. (Y/n) smelled the delicious tea and put her lips on the porcelain. Before she took a sip she felt a strange pain in her head. Huh, that’s new. She thought and using her magic she created the illusion that she drank it all so Mordo wouldn’t suspect anything. She placed the cup on the table and listened to their conversation.

“Excuse me for a moment, I have to use the bathroom.” She stood up and turned to their host. “Is it the second door in that corridor?”

“That’s right.” He replied smiling and she went towards the room.

She used the toilet and while she was washing her hands she heard a strange noise coming from the other room. (Y/n) put her ear to the door to hear better.

“I’m sorry Stephen but you are a threat to this universe.” She quietly gasped hearing those words.

She started panicking, there was no way she would go out there right now. Even though she should help her friends, she didn’t want to risk getting caught.

“I knew there was something in that fucking tea!” she whispered to herself, her eyes drifting towards the window in the room. “I hate this.”

She opened it quietly and started climbing through it.

“Get the girl. She’s in the bathroom.” Said the man behind the door.

“Fuck, fuck, shit.” She was struggling, like a lot.

She used all her strength and slid through the window before they could open the door. Fortunately, the bathroom was located on the side of the building which meant that she fell into a small alley. Coughing and in pain she stood up and ran. She needed to get out of this place and find someone that could be of help. Next thing she knew, she bumped into someone.

“(Y/n)?” she looked at the man saying her name.

“Oh my god! The guy from the donut shop!” she smiled. “I didn’t expect to find YOU in this universe, I mean on this street! Holy shit I…wait. How do you know my name?”

“It’s me. It’s Peter. Peter Parker.” He held out his hand for her to grab and pulled her upwards.

“Peter who? I’m sorry but I don’t know anyone named like that.” She looked at him and slightly tilted her head.

This was weird. The way he looked at her was weird. Was her version from this universe someone dear to him? For her he was just “the guy from the donut shop”, she never got to introduce herself to him and she definitely didn’t know anyone named Peter.

“Listen…Peter. Can you help me? I’m kind of running away from people who I presume want me dead.”

Was he like in a trance or something? His eyes were glued to her, his gaze moving from her feet to her face quickly and his mouth slightly agape. She waved her hand in front of his face.

“Oh shoot, yeah, sorry. We can go to.. to my place if you’d like.” He smiled.

“How do I know you’re not working for them?” She raised an eyebrow. “Well, I guess you’re lucky you look like a trustworthy person, I’ll take the risk.”

“Okay, sure.” He grinned. “Um… follow me.” He looked around and grabbed her hand to take her to his flat.

She fell down onto his couch, her body needed to rest, she was tired from all the fighting and running. Peter hurried to get some supplies and patch up her wounds, he also brought her some water and fruits. She hesitantly picked up the food and inspected it. Slowly placing a grape on her tongue she waited to see if her body would give her some sort of sign. When nothing happened she ate it and started swallowing the rest of what he gave her. She was hungry, thirsty, scared, angry and sad. The boy kneeled in front of her and asked if she had any visible wounds. She took off her jacket and showed him some deep wounds and scrapes on her arms, that’s when she also noticed some blood on the side of her shirt. Pulling up the material she noticed two bruises and a scratch, that’s where the blood must’ve came from. She hissed when Peter started disinfecting her wounds.

“I’m sorry. I’ll try to be quick” he whispered.

She only nodded her head and shut her eyes in pain. When he touched her arm to keep it in place she flinched. Not because he grabbed it too hard, but because his touch was so hot against her skin, she never felt anything like this before. He looked into her eyes quickly, readjusted his hand and went back to continue taking care of her.

“So I guess you’re not the (Y/n) I know.” He said. “Are you a ghost or… are you from a different universe?

“A different universe.” And after a moment she hesitantly asked him a question. “So you know me?” His eyes drifting up to meet her gaze. “I mean in this universe.”

He was quiet and she didn’t like that. Did he have something to hide? Or maybe he was a bad guy after all and she fell into a trap?

“Yeah…, you…” he went quiet again.

She didn’t pressure him into saying anything, she wasn’t a patient person but she gave him time to think. She felt that this was a difficult topic for him to talk about.

“You died. Fighting Thanos.” She blinked a couple times.

“Oh…” she sighed leaning against the sofa. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to make you feel…”

“No! No! I’m fine, really.” He gave her a small reassuring smile. “It’s just that…It’s been a long time since I…talked about it.”

“Were we… close?” she asked, curious about his behaviour. “You don’t have to answer if it makes you uncomfortable.”

Peter got up to throw away the cotton balls covered in her blood. Her gaze following his every movement. His muscles slightly visible underneath his shirt, his hair messed up, his hands…

“You were my girlfriend.” He said, pulling her out of her thoughts. “I mean she… she was.”

“God, I’m so sorry for your loss.” She sat up straighter. “In my universe I never had the chance to introduce myself to you. I saw you at this donut shop, often looking like a lost puppy, but never got the time and courage to talk to you. And to be honest after I got to meet you in this universe I’m not even surprised that this version of me fell in love with you.” She smiled at him, soft blush creeping up on her cheeks.

He replied with a smile. Silence fell between them and (Y/n) was the one to break it.

“I better get going. Thank you for…patching me up, Peter.” She didn’t want to break any boundaries but she felt like he needed a hug.

She put her hands around his waist, cheek pressing into his chest. Surprised Peter returned the gesture. Little did she know, he tried his best not to cry at that moment, he missed his (Y/n) so much.

“I’ll go with you.” She broke out of the hug and looked at him.

“What? No. It’s dangerous Peter, you can’t. I can’t risk it, I won’t risk it. I could never forgive myself if something happened to you, not after you were so nice to me.”

“It’s not dangerous, not for me. I’m…” That’s when he hesitated.

This (Y/n) didn’t know Peter Parker from her universe. He didn’t want to reveal his identity because what if her Peter wouldn’t want that? Maybe he will tell her eventually when they’ll get together in the future, if they’ll get together.

“…I’m…I know some fighting moves! And I’m good at science! Please, I promise you I’ll be useful.”

“Hm..okay, fine. But if you get injured I’ll kill you myself. Got it?”

“Yeah.” He smiled. “Do you want to tell me who is after you and why?”

“Well.. it’s kind of a long story. All of this started with my sister who went crazy.” She took a deep breath. “I have to find my friends. This guy, Mordo, he took them somewhere and I have no fucking idea where.”

“I know him. Maybe he took them to The Illuminati?”

“The Illumi-what-i?” she laughed. “Who the fuck came up with that name?” her giggles filled up the room.

Peter didn’t say anything, he just smiled and watched how beautiful was this different version of the love of his life. Memories were filling up his thoughts, memories of his own (Y/n). His eyes drifted between her lips and eyes, her wide smile was so gorgeous to him.

“Oh you weren’t joking.” She glanced at him and he shook his head. “Well then, let’s go find them. Whatever they are called.”

Smiling he followed her out the door. An hour later they found themselves inside the facility where The Illuminati resided. Walking through the corridors they tried to not get caught by the robot guards who had built-in cameras. (Y/n)’s eyes were scanning the rooms in hopes to find America or Stephen. In the corner of her eye she saw two big transparent cages, one with America inside, the other one empty.

“Come on, this way.” She whispered to him.

She saw some scientists next to the girl. An idea popped into her head and with her magic she dressed herself and Peter into lab coats. (Y/n) winked at Peter and he heard her voice inside his head.

It’s time for you to use your science skills and role-play.

He quickly came up with some shitty story that they are both wannabe scientists and are here for internships. While he was telling his story to those people, (Y/n) came up to America’s cage and put her finger on her lips, so that the girl would be quiet. She asked her in her mind if she knows where Stephen is. America replied that they took him somewhere and that’s all she knows. She also asked who is the guy (Y/n) brought with her. She turned around to look at him and then replied “He’s a friend, don’t worry about it. How do we get you out?” Then she found out that the cages are made from a material really hard to break.

“Shit.” (Y/n) said to herself.

“I think they believed me. I’m kind of surprised because I was sweating like pig.” Peter came up to her and whispered into her ear.

She giggled and turned around. Wait? Was that? Is that Christine? Shit. When the woman saw her, she excused herself from her lab partners and walked over to Peter and (Y/n).

“I don’t know what do you think you’re doing. You were supposed to be in that cage as well.” She said through greeted teeth.

“Christine please, my sister wants to kill this girl and I can’t let that happen. I know you think we are a threat but you have to trust me and release her. I know it’s a lot to ask for but please, you’re our only hope right now.” (Y/n) pleaded.

She actually didn’t have to wait long for Christine to have a change of heart because a second later an alarm started beeping throughout the whole building. The robots started running towards what probably was the intruder.

“Wanda.” (Y/n) quickly turned her head to Christine. “Stephen said something about possessing the body of her alternate self and this must be her, please you have to release America!”

The woman run towards the computer and started writing and clicking on it but something was blocking her from opening the cage.

“Stay here and help her, I’m going to hold her off.” Said (Y/n) when she turned to face Peter.

“No way, you’re already hurt. I’ll hold her off, you help her open the cage.”

“What the fuck! That is the stupidest idea I’ve ever heard, I don’t know anything about the computers and lock systems!”

“Too bad.” He said as he ran towards the smoke.

“No! Peter!” panicking, she went over to America. “Punch it!”

“What?”

“Punch the fucking cage! I know you can break it!”

And she did, thankfully. (Y/n) helped her get out of the cage and pushed her along with Christine towards the other, safer exit.

“Go, I’ll catch up with you.” She yelled while going the other way.

She was scared it was too late for her to stop Wanda, to save Peter. She ran through the thick smoke and when she got out, she saw dead bodies on the floor, she also saw blood, a lot of it. Her eyes searching for Peter, instead she saw her sister pulling down a statue, it fell on a woman. She didn’t know who she was but she was for sure dead right now. She noticed someone struggling to get up on her left. Peter. Wanda was walking towards him, lifting him up with her powers. (Y/n) was terrified. Not him. She threw a big power blast at her sister just like she had done before in their world. Wanda was powerful and her sister knew she didn’t have much time. She ran quickly towards Peter and pulling him upwards started to go away from this crime scene. She was trying to support him with her body the best she could.

“You really thought I would let you die on me like that?” she said, taking deep breaths between the words.

“Didn’t you say you would kill me yourself if I got injured?”

Well, at least his humour was intact. His body not so much. She went into some kind of room to shelter away from her sister.

“This, what you did. It was really stupid, you could’ve died.” She whispered while putting him on the ground and locking the door.

“I know, but I’d prefer my death than yours, not again.” He lowered his head. “I just thought that maybe you got here and met me because I…I just thought that this could be my chance to help you, I didn’t get to help you last time.”

“Okay, I understand but helping me doesn’t mean dying! You’ve already helped me enough Peter, I wouldn’t even be here without you. I wouldn’t find my friends on my own. Not in an unknown universe at least.” She gave him a small smile and sat down next to him.

He placed his head on her shoulder and sighed.

“You should get that checked out.” The girl said pointing at his twisted leg.

“No shit.” They both laughed and looked at each other.

“I’m really glad I met you, you know? And if my universe’s version of you is just like that, I’d love to meet him.”

“Yeah, I don’t know him but give it a try. He might actually be a really cool guy.” The corner of his mouth lifted up.

“Yeah, maybe you’re right.”

They were sitting in a comfortable silence. She thought she should go and help her friends but she was too weak, she used her energy on that blast to get her sister off of Peter. And she was glad she used it for that, at least she saved him. (Y/n) hoped that he would find happiness after she goes back to her universe, this man deserved it like no one else.

“I don’t want to push any boundaries but can you do me a favour?” he asked quietly.

“Sure, what is it?”

“Can I… can I kiss you?” (Y/n) didn’t expect him to say that. “It’s just that, I miss her so much. I miss her voice, her touch, her lips, her body, her soft hair, her laugh, the way she smiled at me whenever I did something stupid.” Tears were filling up his eyes. “You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to but I just wanted to feel her lips one last time.”

(Y/n) felt so sorry for him. She couldn’t imagine what this feeling must be like. He lost the love of his life and when they finally reunited, it’s not even her. And soon she was also going to leave him. (Y/n) placed her palm on his cheek and turned his face to her. She slowly got closer and then connected their lips. To her it was just another kiss, to him it was something much more valuable than just a silly kiss, he finally remembered what it felt like. She pulled away from him and smiled softly, her thumb caressing his cheek.

“Thank you.” He whispered and she immediately hugged him.

She had been waiting with him in that room for some time wondering if her friends made it out, if they won. As a response, a big portal in a shape of a star appeared in front of them.

“Hi! We are here to collect an alien.” Said America, her words directed towards (Y/n).

“Since you’re alive I guess you won.” She said getting up and smiling, America nodded. Then (Y/n) remembered she has to say goodbye to Peter. “Give me a second, Chavez.”

She kneeled next to Peter and looked into his eyes, they were red from crying.

“Don’t worry about me, someone will collect me and take me to the hospital.” He said.

“I know, that’s not what… I’m worried about.” He didn’t reply so she continued. “I want you to promise me you won’t let your past consume you, you won’t hold onto it so much. I know you loved the other me, she loved you too, but you have to let her go Peter. I don’t know the whole story but if I were in her shoes, I’d tell you to enjoy your life, to find someone who will love you as much as she did. I really do hope you’ll find happiness, not in someone else, in yourself.” She hugged him, tears also forming in her eyes.

“I’ll try my best, thank you for being here and making my wish come true.” He whispered into her ear.

She kissed his forehead and got up. While walking towards the portal she turned around.

“Goodbye Peter Parker.”

“Goodbye (Y/n) Maximoff” he replied smiling softly.

The portal closed and she sighed deeply. She had to find her Peter.

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Classic Marvel Fandom Tropes Masterlist

5 Times Peter Parker Was Sick 1 Time It Was The Avengers (ao3) - authornotes N/R, 3k

Summary: Basically Peter gets coddled, and then takes his revenge.

A Day In The Past (ao3) - CumberRachel steve/bucky E, 13k

Summary: Lounging on the couch with his boyfriend is usually how Steve loves to spend an evening, only he doesn't feel right. his head hurts, his muscles ache and its hard to breathe. Probably just exhaustion after a mission right?

A Drop In The Ocean (ao3) - veterani steve/tony T, 3k

Summary: Peter Parker never wanted to reveal to anyone that he was Spiderman.

Unfortunately, a guy called Darken decided to change that.

Aye Oh- Let's Go! (ao3) - FrozenHearts wanda/vision T, 12k

Summary: Flash knows something is up with Peter.

He sets about to prove it to the Decathalon Team.

Breathless (ao3) - thelittlestpurplecat steve/bucky E, 24k

Summary: Steve's Serum is failing. He's suffering again from asthma, colorblindness, dizziness and heart trouble, problems he thought he'd left behind in the 40's. Tony and Bruce can see the problem, but not how to fix it, and Bucky is determined through all of this to do what's best for Steve, even if he's not always sure what that is.

Carry on Wayward Son (ao3) - TinyButFierce G, 9k

Summary: Five times the Avengers didn’t meet Tony’s kid and the one time they did.

Dad Level: 3000 (ao3) - whumphoarder G, 5k

Summary: Peter comes down with the flu while visiting the Stark family (and Happy) at the lake house during his spring break from MIT. Thankfully, Tony has been spending the last five years honing his Dad Skills™. He's got this.

Don't touch him (ao3) - awesome_goddess_of_mischief phil/tony M, 3k

Summary: After Phil's death, the team moves into Stark tower to keep bonding. Tony is wearing himself thin trying to honour his husband's last wish, for the team to be together.

But it's slowly starting to become too much.

The team bullies continuely. Until one day the genius breaks. Luckily there's an unexpected guest ready to put the pieces back together again.

Give Up The Ghost. (ao3) - Chaneladdict bucky/peggy/steve E, 340k

Summary: Post WW2 leaves Peggy Carter picking up the pieces of her world after the loss of Steve Rogers, left behind dealing with the same loss and longing, Bucky Barnes attempts, albeit halfheartedly, to pick up the pieces of the same war, the same loss.

With more in common than they at first care to admit, we see what happens to those Steve loved and had to leave behind... And what happens when he comes back and finds the two people he loved most in the world, in love with each other and still VERY much in love with him.

A story of finding love in the most unconventional of places.

How To Hook A Superhero (ao3) - daynight steve/bucky M, 4k

Summary: Bucky is a college student who just got the internship of a lifetime, assisting a photographer whose latest assignment is to profile Captain America. The Captain couldn't possibly be interested…right?

It's Above My Clearance Level (ao3) - tsk G, 5k

Summary: In which Peter's class goes on a field trip to Stark Tower, and no one knows why this kid has such high clearance.

James Barnes, Agent of SHIELD (ao3) - Kala_Sathinee steve/bucky E, 75k

Summary: Bucky never fell from the train. When they storm the final HYDRA base, he’s there at Steve’s side. But Steve still goes into the ice, and Bucky is left to deal with a world without him. A world in which he tries to find a purpose.

Kissin’ Dynamite (ao3) - crime_fighting_spiderling mj/peter, pepper/tony G, 27k

Summary: “Maybe I shouldn’t go.” Peter spoke. MJ shoved a permission slip into his hand at his comment.

“You’re going.” She simply stated.

Where Peter and his class go on a field trip to Stark Tower.

Lights To Guide You Home (ao3) - JolinarJackson T, 185k

Summary: Tony becomes Peter's guardian after May dies unexpectedly and over the course of a year, they learn to become a family.

Louder Than Words (ao3) - ARGHHHHHH steve/tony G, 858

Summary: Domestic Avengers movie night, post 2012 Avengers.

Ned Leed's field trip to Stark Industries (ao3) - Drake_DiAngelo G, 15k

Summary: Your generic Field Trip trope, but slightly different because it's Ned centric and hopefully everyone stays in character.

Also, Peter is absolutely everywhere they go but they never quite manage to actually see him. (Or realize its him) They did see Spiderman though, so that's nice.

Our Lingering Frost (ao3) - eyres steve/bucky G, 7k

Summary: When S.H.I.E.L.D. finally locates the plane Captain America drove into the ocean, Colonel James Barnes drops everything to go bring Steve's body home at long last. He finds more than he was expecting.

Raise Me Up (ao3) - LBIGreyhound13 T, 124k

Summary: Takes place 10 months after Spider-Man: Homecoming. After Aunt May suddenly dies, Peter has nowhere to go. Luckily, there’s a certain mentor of his, who comes in to save him...in more ways than one.

Take Me Home (ao3) - dabblingwithwords steve/bucky, pepper/tony M, 78k

Summary: “I’m so sorry, I’m gonna help you I promise, just don’t move, fuck, I ran over Captain America–” the man apologized, over and over, and all Steve managed to say was, “You’re really attractive,” before passing out on the guy’s lap in the middle of the road.

Wingman (ao3) - sahiya G, 4k

Summary: Holy shit, Rhodey thought. Tony’s a dad.

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 2 years

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130. peter parker

“i’ll keep you safe.”

** keep sending requests with this list!!

After your father’s death, you took over Stark Industries - alongside Pepper, until you were of age - and was now working as the ‘man- woman in the chair’, providing Peter support and endless supply of informations from your position during battles through the communication system.

It was not what your father had planned for you, but you felt more useful behind a desk and a screen than in an iron suit, fighting super-vilains.

''How's the new suit, Pete?''

''Very warm. The spandex fabric was a lot more breathable,'' Peter replied through the communication system of the suit. ''And it's a little tight around the web shooters,'' he added, followed by shifting noises.

''Which ones?'' you asked, a mischievous grin creeping on your lips. ''The ones on your wrists or-''

Through the communication system, Beck cleared his throat loudly, interrupting you and Peter’s dirty talk. ''In case you forgot, I'm here, and I do not want to hear the end of that sentence. Nor anything similar. Ever. We got an Elemental to take down.''

You giggled and Peter's face got bright red under his knit mask. ''Yes, Sir.''

Beck put his focus back to the mission. ''What do you see, Peter? Any signs of the Elemental? ''

''No.''

''And you, Y/N?''

Using the drones controlled by Stark Industries, you searched through each angles, trying to spot the Elemental. ''Okay, he’s here!'' you alerted, seeing Molten Man arrive at the Carnival of Lights.

Molten Man was the strongest and the most dangerous of the four Elementals. He feeds upon metal to expands exponentially and can consume landmasses once he was strong enough.

''I see him too,'' Peter said perched from a high building in Prague.

''Beck, are you ready? You know what to do,'' you communicated to the other superhero. ''You too, Pete?''

''Yeah!'' Peter should’ve got into action, but instead he called for you,his voice laced with a tingle of fear and worry. ''Eh, Y/N?''

''Yes?''

''Don't let me die, okay? This suit is not as performing as the one you and Mr. Stark made me and it's not equipped with the full Stark Industries technology and-''

Knowing Peter trusted you with his own life was a lot of pressure. It gave you a taste of how it felt to be in your father’s shoes.

''Don't worry, baby. I’ll keep you safe.''

Your promise was huge and unfair to Beck. Your job was to look out for both Peter and him, but Peter was also your boyfriend which made him a priority in your heart - sorry Beck.

The battle with Molten Man was tough. A lot of things got destroyed. You warned Peter on some of the coming attacks by Molten Man and guided him and Beck through everything, but the latter seemed to ignore you both, as if he was working solo.

''What is Beck doing? Did he forget about the plan?'' you asked Peter, following both through the drones’ cameras.

''No idea...''

''Oh no! Ned and Betty!'' you gasped, seeing them in the Ferris wheel.

''I’m on it,'' Peter replied, using his webs to get to his friends.

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peterman-spideyparker · 5 months

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10 Characters, 10 Fandoms Tag

I’ve been tagged a lot by so many wonderful people for this, and I’ve finally remembered!!! Thank you to @pastafossa @little-miss-dilf-lover @hailey-murdock @theradioactivespidergwen as always🥰🥰

Matt Murdock

My current obsession, my sweet little baby. He needs all the hugs and all the love. I’d let him do pretty unspeakable things to me. It also made me put two and two together that he was one of my first loves (Tristan in Stardust).

Loki Laufeyson

Oh, Loki, you will always hold a very special place in my heart. Mischievous in every possible way. All I want is to braid your hair and kiss your head. A hurt soul that just wants to be loved—and you always will be in my fics and in my writing world.

Steve Rogers

One of my men out of time that just wants peace, and the first character I really started to write a lot of fics for—some won’t ever be posted, others in my old, long-deleted blog from middle/high school. A strong moral compass that guides him toward after sacrifice in his search for calm, and even with his ending in Endgame, I still don’t feel that he truly got it. Deserves better.

Bucky Barnes

My other man out of time in search for peace. Emotional scar tissue as thick as his stubborn head. Deserves the world ten times over, and will always be loved in my fics.

Foggy Nelson

My sweetheart. My golden retriever. My hype man. My guy to always tell it straight. Absolutely precious, and one of my favorite characters to write. I definitely need to write him more and write for him more.

Steven Grant/Marc Spector/Jake Lockley

Deserve all the kisses. I have so much fun writing for them and exploring their personalities, and I don’t think there’s much I wouldn’t give for one of their hugs and more.

Pietro Maximoff

The first man I wrote a little fanfic blurb for. Oh, how you opened up a new world for me. I owe you a great debt, and you deserved far better than what Marvel did to you.

Peter Parker

My first favorite superhero from when I was like four. Don’t make me choose which incarnation of him is my favorite. He’s just a lil guy. Look at him. He’s too pure for this world.

Frank Castle

I didn’t get it for a while, but now I do. I’m not gonna elaborate on that, so use your imagination on that.

Clark Kent

I have a thing for the morally gray, but I have just as big of a thing for the himbo/golden retriever men. Clark is the golden retriever energy I deserve. Don’t even get me started about how bad I had it for him when I was like eight watching these reruns.

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ao3feed-irondadspiderson · 5 months

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Tony Starks A Guide to Raising Superhero Kids (and other life saving advice)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51503377 by ssstarrlight Dr Starks book has taken the world by storm! Each chapter has its own special parts that have resonated with many parents even those who don’t have a superhero kid. The book raced to the number one spot in the New York bestsellers within a week of being released and it can be found in almost every single parent’s house now! These are the best parts of the ten chapter book and we cannot wait to see what else Dr Stark writes now that he is no longer so busy with his company and being a full time Avenger. Words: 3164, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Iron Man (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Tony Stark Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark Additional Tags: Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Parent Tony Stark, Tony Stark-centric, tony stark writes a book, That is It read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/51503377

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heliads · 1 year

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Tom!Peter x male reader. Peter gets sick and reader tries to juggle taking care of people and New York in peters absence as well as his standard superhero stuff

idk if you wanted reader to be a superhero also but i think it's so much more fun if reader is ordinary. enjoy!

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If anything were to take down New York City’s favorite hero, you didn’t think it was going to be something as simple as a respiratory infection. You’ve seen Peter Parker walk off bullets, fall from high places, and the occasional near-death bludgeoning, but this, a cough and a fever, is too much for him to ignore.

Technically, you suppose you shouldn’t be laughing. It’s, just, well, it’s really funny to see Peter, your impossibly untouchable Peter, barely able to move an inch because he’s so sick. After all the times Peter has made fun of you for suffering from allergies or not being able to easily recover from any injury like he can, this feels like karma. His pitifully thin voice doesn’t do him any favors, either. Love is expressed in its finest form by only referring to your boyfriend as a sick little Victorian era orphan about to die of consumption.

Yeah, Peter’s having a great time, to be sure. In your defense, you definitely are trying your best to take care of him. Peter’s bedridden in his room, occasionally shifting in the mounds of blankets that he alternates between tucking up to his chin and throwing off at a moment’s notice. May Parker is out for the moment, staying late to work again, but you’re here and that’s what matters.

Peter squeezes your hand feebly. “Y/N, if I don’t make it, I want you to have my stuff.”

You snort. “You’re going to be fine, Peter. This is just a bad cold.”

Peter closes his eyes dazedly. “I might die. If you’re going to be rude, though, I’ll rewrite my will so Ned gets my chemistry notes.”

You poke him in the shoulder, causing Peter to open his eyes blearily. “I take it all back. I’ll arrange the finest of burial services if it means I get your study guides. Quantum mechanics never makes half so much sense as when you’re explaining it to me.”

Peter eyes you balefully. “I wish I knew for sure that you loved me for me instead of for my chemistry knowledge. Tell a dying man sweet lies, would you?”

“I do love you besides chemistry,” you laugh, “or I wouldn’t have been here for hours on a weekend to sit by your side and listen to you sniffle endlessly.”

Peter smiles through the happy daze of having been constantly on DayQuil and NyQuil for the last forty hours at least. “You have been here. It was great. We watched The Great British Baking Show.”

You nod solemnly. “Bread week was brutal. No more brutal than that fever, though.”

Peter coughs weakly. “We should do this again sometime. Not the plague part, obviously, but the hanging out.”

You grimace. “Is this a sign that we don’t spend enough time together, that you’d wish for something like this on your deathbed?”

Peter flops a tired arm over his eyes. “I’m doing my best, alright? We’re busy people, and I get that, but I like spending time with you. Not when my head is going to split in half, though.”

You stand up to close the blinds, then flick off the lights. “You’re looking a little rough, Pete. How about you get some sleep? May told me that she’s planning on getting back in just a couple minutes. In fact,” you pause, listening to the jangle of keys in locks down the hall, “I think she’s here now. Yeah, get some rest.”

Peter reaches out a tired arm to you. “I don’t want to sleep. It’s the middle of the day.”

You roll your eyes but take the outstretched hand anyway. “You always want to sleep. Besides, look at yourself. You’re a few moments from unconsciousness. Just close your eyes for a few minutes, alright?”

Peter mumbles something under his breath about how that’s totally ridiculous and he’s wide awake, but does as told. You stay with him until you hear soft, phlegm-filled snores start to ricochet around the room, then gently pull your hand from Peter’s and slip out of the room.

May’s setting her bags down in the living room, and she smiles at you when she sees you approach. “How’s our contagion victim?”

You let out a quiet laugh. “He’s doing alright. Just fell asleep, actually.”

May nods. “Good, he needs it. You’re so sweet for watching him, Y/N. Peter couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend. He’s always said it, and he’s right.”

You shrug, although you can feel your spine proudly straighten just a little bit when you hear May talk about how much Peter talks about you. “He makes it easy to love him.”

“Yes,” May says wistfully, “he does. Peter’s a good kid. Heaven knows he tries hard enough to make it work.”

“And he does,” you promise, “mostly because he’s got you in his corner. I’m going to head out, but please text me if you need anything. I’ll be over in a minute if necessary.”

May shakes her head, flapping her hand towards the door. “No, flee the infection zone while you can. You kids always have homework to do, don’t you? I don’t want you falling behind just because Peter’s sick.”

You laugh. “I’ll see you soon, May.”

She returns the farewell, and soon enough the door is shutting behind you as you head down the hall. May is right, there is homework you need to do, but there’s another task calling your name before you can even so much as think about calculus problem sets or chemistry notes to take. See, Peter is special not just because he’s the love of your life or a STEM whiz, he’s Spider-Man. Spider-Man can’t take breaks, even if the boy behind the mask feels like he’s on death’s door.

Truth be told, you think that’s what Peter is most worried about. You could see it written all over his face, how terrified he is to not be out patrolling the last few days. Peter has himself convinced that if he leaves the streets of New York alone for even a few rounds of twenty four hours, all the crime in the world will come crawling to his doorstep. If Spider-Man isn’t seen helping people, the thugs and criminals and carjackers will start thinking that it’s alright to come out again, and Peter can’t have that.

Neither can you. So, instead of taking the elevator down to street level, you press the button to go all the way up to the top. There’s a secret stuffed into your backpack, a red and blue suit that you’ve borrowed from your boyfriend. Peter clued you in to his secret identity a long time ago, so you’ve been able to help him with modifications to his Spider-Man suit for the last few iterations of the classic uniform.

This also means that you’re well versed in using it, especially the web shooters. If Peter Parker can’t take up the mantle of the friendly neighborhood hero, that just means someone else will have to step in for the time being, and you’re more than alright with doing just that if it means that burden disappears from your boyfriend’s shoulders while he’s so sick.

After all, it only feels right that someone should share in that grave responsibility. Spider-Man may be the city, but sometimes that means the city gets to be Spider-Man as well. The boy protects the streets, and the streets protect the boy. This is just you doing your part to thank the hero who risks his life for you every single night without fail.

You tug the mask over your face. You don’t know how Peter is able to casually don the suit every night– once you get it on, it feels claustrophobic, clinging to your every muscle and bone yet heavier than you’d thought it would be. Does it not drag him down with every step, reminding him how fragile he is to be a boy leaping from rooftops? Is this job not far too much for him to ever complete?

It must be done, however, so you do what Peter does and grin and bear it. You fire a few test shots of webbing from the gadgets at your wrists, but everything works as you remember. You’re not completely out of your mind– no backflips off of skyscrapers for you, no sir, but you can at least make the various goons and criminals think that Spider-Man wouldn’t take a day off for the world. Continue the ruse, that’s all you have to do.

You find your first job soon enough. An old lady is walking home late at night and someone runs by, liberating her of her purse when she’s distracted in pushing the pedestrian button at a crosswalk. You carefully swing down to that street and chase after the thief, firing a web at his feet to trip him up. Surprised, the thief rears around and throws a punch at you.

You’re not as fast as Peter and the punch lands. It’s a flailing hit and doesn’t have that much of an impact, but fiery lines of hurt still erupt across your shoulder. You grab the purse from the thief and race back to the old lady before much more fighting can happen. She thanks you quite happily. You’re glad to keep up Peter’s legacy of protecting those in need, but man, you are not that good at taking a hit. When you manage to make it back up to the roof, it’s much slower than before, and the ache of the blow doesn’t fade for quite some time.

It makes you wince to think about what Peter’s nights must be like. Sure, Peter has learned to fight since he first started out as Spider-Man, but he’s still just a kid, and there’s only so much you can do. Is this what Peter does every night, protecting the city at the risk of slowly killing himself through bruise after bruise? It makes you want to take up the mantle every single night, even if you’re worse at the job, just to ensure that Peter stays that much safer.

Thus the night continues in much of the same fashion. Thankfully, tonight seems to be a fairly quiet night, and you don’t see much action. This is good, as you’re barely able to do anything. You are just a student, not trained in combat and certainly not used to having to tackle criminals at a moment’s notice.

Peter has told you his usual Spider-Man schedule before, so you call it quits when the hours slip from late night to early morning. You’re called in at last by Peter texting you, asking if you’re in bed. He just wants a phone call, but you’re close to his apartment so you decide to just swing by anyway. Hey, Peter always does it to you, right? You always thought it would be fun to try it for yourself.

Unlike Peter, you’re not able to climb up the side of his apartment building to crawl inside his window, but the elevator does well enough for you. You change back into your regular street clothes before daring to step inside the building, but apparently that still isn’t enough to convince Peter that you’ve been up to normal person activities tonight, even if he’s in a haze due to his sickness.

You’ve barely taken a few steps into his room before Peter’s squinting at you. “Are you alright?” He asks, voice hoarse.

You shrug a bit too quickly. “Of course I am. Why would you ask that?”

In truth, you’re not entirely okay. You took a fair amount of hits tonight in your efforts to keep up the guard as Spider-Man, and they’re already starting to make themselves known. You’re limping a little, but you had tried to hide it when you came into Peter’s space. As usual, he sees through your best attempts to pretend you’re fine.

Peter reaches over to flick on his desk lamp and instantly sucks in a breath.

You wince. “That bad, huh?”

Peter stares at you, horror clouding his eyes. “Y/N, what happened? You’re covered in bruises.”

You can see the self judgements appearing in Peter’s mind, a thousand ways to blame himself for what happened. You hold up a hand hurriedly, trying to stave away Peter’s guilt before it swallows him completely.

“This isn’t your fault, Peter. Trust me, I made this choice. I know you were stressed about not being able to be Spider-Man these last few nights because you were sick, so I wanted to make sure somebody could do it for you. I might not be the best at fighting, obviously, but it worked. The city still thinks you’re fine. It’s alright.”

Peter stares at you for a few seconds longer, then breaks into the most wonderful smile you’ve ever seen. “You did that for me? You went out on patrol for me?”

You grin. “Of course I did, Peter. I don’t want you to be focusing on anything but your own recovery. I’m not half the crime fighter you are, but it did the job.”

Peter holds out an arm to you, and you crawl into his bed, letting Peter pull you into a hug.

Face tucked against the top of your head, Peter speaks. “I don’t know about that. I think you’re my hero.”

You laugh. “As if. You’re the superhero, Peter. You always have been.”

Peter shrugs, the movement making you shift with him. “Every hero needs a hero. You can be mine.”

The two of you continue in that way for a while, both quiet, both happy, and then Peter continues. “I think we both need a good night’s rest, though. Stay the night?”

“Of course,” you whisper back, and you can feel Peter smile against the top of your head.

He has one last thought before the two of you drift off to sleep: “You’re definitely going to be sick after this, though. Like, there’s no way you’re not getting my germs now.”

“Oh, I am,” you laugh, “no doubt about that. It just means I’m going to make you take care of me after this.”

“I have no problem with that,” Peter murmurs.

It’s easy to let your eyes close after that, to let unconsciousness pull you under and paint you a dream-world in which you have a boy who loves you unconditionally. It is the very world in which you exist right now.

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