#spider-man imagine

[alloftheimaginesblog]

breakfast {peter parker}

been going through my inbox to see what old messages/requests inspire me

prompt: “I can't get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you're having breakfast with me in my sweater.”

character: peter parker tasm x reader

The sun warmed your bare leg which had escaped from under the duvet early that morning as you gradually began to wake up. You could hear the muffled noise of the usual New York traffic from the open window, a sound you'd learned to drone out, and as you began to stir, you snuggled in closer to the warmth which was that of Peter Parker.

Upon you snuggling into him, he himself began to stir and wake up, eyes struggling to adjust to the brightness as he opened them, peering down at you confused before he realised the events of the previous night. He smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead as he mumbled a sleepy greeting to you.

"G'morning," you said back through a yawn. Nerves and excitement bubbled together in your stomach as you fully woke up. It had been the first time you'd stayed at Peter's apartment. The two of you had been dating for the last few weeks and last night, you... well, sealed the deal.

He let you shower first as he prepared breakfast. Eggs, toast, beans, bacon and mushrooms. You'd been in his apartment before, he'd made you dinner here, but not like this. You'd never got to use his vanilla body wash; never got to feel his soft towels on your skin, never got to use his toothpaste. It was all rather intimate.

Peter had thought of the issue at hand before you did. When you walked out of the en-suite to his bedroom, you realised that you didn't have a fresh set of clothes to wear but Peter had sorted you something. On the bed lay a large ESU hoodie and a pair of boxer shorts.

I've put your clothes in the washing, they'll be ready in an hour or so, in the mean time here's some of mine to keep you warm. Making breakfast - P :)

You smiled widely as you pocketed the note, you liked to have little keepsakes like that, and you changed into his clothes. They were too big for you but you loved the comfort of them. They smelled like your favourite cologne he owned.

When you walked out, Peter brandished two plates full of food, "Just in time." You sat at the breakfast bar, tucking into your food. You hadn't realised how hungry you were until you smelled the food in front of you and then all of a sudden, you were ravenous. Peter watched you with a smile, "I can't get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you're having breakfast with me in my sweater."

You looked up at him, mouth full and smiling, and Peter's heart grew three sizes. He loved that even though this was your first official sleepover, you were already comfortable with him, you didn't mind sitting wearing his jumper, hair messy and eyes tired. He loved that you didn't mind eating in front of him and you didn't mind to show that you liked to eat. You swallowed your mouthful and said, "Remember how nervous you were to ask me out?" Your voice was teasing and Peter rolled his eyes with a laugh as he sipped at his coffee.

"Best decision I ever made though," he told you truthfully, "now I have a pretty girlfriend."

You spluttered at the word, "Girlfriend?" As far as you knew, it wasn't official yet. He hadn't asked and you didn't want to just assume. You were shocked that he'd said it but not because you didn't want it, you did. You wanted to be his girlfriend, you wanted to be exclusive and hear he was just throwing the word around without you knowing.

Peter's face blanched, "Shit, sorry, I- I didn't - it's too soon, isn't it? I just- shit."

Realising he'd taken you the wrong way, you shook your head, "No, no, Pete!" You had to yell over him for him to stop the quick excuses, "I didn't mean that to be bad, I was shocked, that's all."

He released a breath, "Oh, good." There was a pregnant pause before he spoke again, "So... you want to be my girlfriend?" Here he was, at the ripe old age of twenty-seven, and he was bloody nervous over asking you to be his girlfriend.

You grinned, "Of course I do, Pete," you nodded, "I have a boyfriend." The giggle that you let out was the most adorable thing that Peter had ever heard before and all of a sudden, he was taken over by a rather animal urge. He pushed your plate away, pulling you off of the stool you sat on, "What are you-"

He kissed you hard and you knew exactly where this was going, "Last night, we weren't together. Now, you're my girlfriend. I say we need to celebrate that," he murmured against your lips as he navigated the two of you backwards and back to the bedroom.

So far being Peter Parker's girlfriend was a phenomenal experience.

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[backtothefanfiction]

I’ve got you | tasm!peter

Warnings: fear of heights, (this is just fluff)

Word Count: Definitely under 1k (I just wrote this in app so don’t know for sure)

A/N: literally just a quick little imagine that’s in my head before I sleep. Enjoy.

You held your eyes shut tight. You could feel his hands still tentatively braced on your hip and lower back as the wind whipped around the two of you.

You knew you were high just from the fact that the sound of the traffic logged streets of New York below you, sounded so far away.

“Baby, open your eyes.” He encouraged.

You shook your head. “No.”

“I promise I got you. Just open your eyes and look at the view.” You shook your head again and his hands grew firmer. “I promise I’ve got you, I won’t let you fall.” He said in a more serious tone. But your butt wobbled, your legs felt like jelly, toes dangling off the very edge of the building you both stood atop.

Your hand flailed about in the air, looking for his and he quickly raced to put his gloved hand in yours. Your fingers gripped tight to the familiar fabric, thumb brushing soothingly across the ribbed web texture over his fingers. You breathed deeply, counting to ten in your head. ‘You can do this. Peter’s Spider-Man, you’re safe. He does this every day. You can do this.’ You repeated in your head.

As if he could tell you were trying to psych yourself up, to finally bite the bullet and open your eyes, his voice came softly in your ear. “I’m gonna count to three okay and on three you’re gonna-“

“Open my eyes.” You finish.

“That’s my girl. Come on… Ready?” You gave a small nod, your other hand moving to hold his hand around your waist steady, making sure he wasn’t gonna let you go, just in case. “1…2…3!”

You forced yourself to open your eyes. You wobbled as you let out a little gasp but he held you steady.

“Look out, not down.” He advised and you silently nodded. You may now have use of your eyes, but it came at the cost of your voice. “You okay?” He asked. You slowly nodded, your lips held tightly together. “You wanna get down?” He asked, taking in the look of terror on your face. You nodded harder. He chuckled. “Okay. Hold tight Spider Monkey.” He said as he wrapped his arm tightly around you, your own arms holding firmly around his neck as you screwed your eyes up tight.

When he set you back down on the floor 30 seconds later, you struggled to let go.

“Was it really that bad?” He asked.

“Mhmm.” You nodded as you began to pry yourself off him. “Yeah, no. Nope, I don’t wanna do that again.”

“But you like swing?” He questioned.

“I like the feeling, don’t like looking.” You confirmed.

“Okay.” He noted. “So… do you wanna go get some ice cream?” He asked.

“Yeessss!” You sighed with relief, eager to put the experience behind you and replace it with something good. “But can we walk, I think I’ve had enough of being… up there, for the day” you say pointing upwards at the surrounding skyscrapers.

“Yeah, okay.” He sighs but you know he’s smiling under his mask.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker #andrew!peter parker #peter parker imagine #spider-man #andrew!peter x reader #tasm peter parker x reader #tasm!peter parker #one shot #imagine #Spider-Man imagine

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

spider society

pairing: miles morales x gn!spidey (platonic)

WC: 3.3K

warnings: cursing and slight spoilers!

summary: a new friend is welcomed but is quick to become foe.

A/N: SPOILER WARNING FOR ATSV!!!! i wrote this in a day and on little sleep, so that will explain if this is terrible. also barely proofread so apologies for any writing errors. i did the best i could for the scene based on memory and clips from tik tok.

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earth-42

the lobby was crowded. like always. spider people here, there, everywhere. floor to ceiling as they traversed to their different destinations whether that be another dimension to fix anomalies or just the food court to get some lunch.

your headphones covered your ears to keep the loud conversations at bay as you mind your business. nothing to do, just tapping finger to finger in random patterns as you observed everyone with your background music. with your eyes landing near the entrance of the building you saw gwen and hobie, along with someone you’d never met before but excited for the new face. literally new face.

“gwen! hobie!” you shouted after pushing the bulky headphones down to your neck before rushing towards them. they waved you close to them, gwen with a friendly smile and hobie with his watchful eyes but only filled with kindness.

you stopped before the three of them and gave the two of them quick hugs before they could make any objections. attention now on the new person. his was tall and lean and looked a few years younger than you. black kid with curly hair and wandering dark eyes.

“hi, i’m y/n l/n. or spidey or spider, if you want. but best to use my name since we’re all spiders.” mouth moving on its own. “sorry. just haven’t seen a new face or person in a little bit. no offense to the peter’s,” you leaned closer to his face and he leaned away slightly from the intrusion, “but there are too many of him. and a lot of them sound closely the same.”

“don’t let peter hear that.” gwen joke. she gave a quick nudge to her quiet friend. “this is miles morales.”

“h-hi. yeah, i’m miles. nice to meet you, this place is just… wow.” head turning in all directions to get the full scope.

“yeah, kinda crazy. but miguel worked hard to make all this happen for us. kinda nice to physically see you're not alone in the fight.”

“speaking of-“ gwen got cut off by miles glitching out and dropping to the floor in pain. you knelt with him and touched his shoulder. “he doesn’t have a watch?” frantic as you check his wrist for the bulky device but not finding it. gwen bit her lip but avoided eye contact and looked at someone behind you.

“here,” you heard the motherly voice of jessica drew, “day pass.” and saw how miles caught the flimsy band before slipping it on.

“why don’t we get some food?” trying to break the sudden tension jessica brought with her. but before anyone could agree or disagree with your idea, she spoke up. “actually the three…” her eyes lingered on you and the touch of your hand to miles’s shoulder, “the four of you need to see miguel. it’s urgent.”

you didn’t like that. you don’t like it whenever miguel calls for you and it’s not for a job. you tried making an excuse, “actually, i should get-“ “don’t lie your way out, y/n. just follow the rules.” jessica commanded.

she started to walk away, then gwen and hobie followed after her. “hey,” miles tried to make eye contact. you felt like shrinking into yourself. “don’t worry. i’m sure it’ll be fine.”

you knew it wasn’t but didn’t bother. a weary smile, “why don’t we stop by the food court?” fingers circling his wrist as you tugged him along. “miguel loves the empanadas and it wouldn’t hurt to keep him on the nice side.” miles happily agreed.

-

the walk to miguel’s ‘office’ was always dark and quiet. too quiet, the sound of just your breathing and footsteps sounding like blaring sirens that bounced off the walls. you hated the walk. instinctively you wore your headphones over your ears and played something, but at a low volume to still hear miles and hobie converse. gwen led your group, her back the only thing you saw as she didn’t bother with facing any of you. she felt closed off.

you eyed hobie as he nicked bits and pieces from walls, tables, and junk. you didn’t stop him like miles was trying, just watching with pure curiosity, wondering what he was up to. always doing something to rebel.

miles turned to you and you saw his mouth moving, but only faintly heard his words. pausing the music and moving the device back to your neck you asked him to repeat his sentence.

“so, how does one get recruited for this spider society?” he held the to-go box in both hands. his thumbs rubbing at the top in a nervous sort of gesture.

“i- i don’t think you’d like it very much.” not wanting miles to be stuck like the rest of you. “catching anomalies is very annoying. and very busy. wouldn’t you like to stay in your dimension? with your friends and family?” voice going soft and melancholy. fingers toying with the device at your wrist.

you didn’t notice how miles eyes softened from your tone or how gwen looked fully over her shoulder towards you, knowing the true meaning of your words. and hobie continued to knick bits.

“well…” miles tried to restart the conversation, “i mean. at least with the watch, i can visit my friends. i can hang out with you more.” a playful nudge to your arm pulled a smile. a new friend, you liked the thought.

“why not just make your own watch?” hobie commented. he broke something off a defective project and stuffed it into his vest pocket. “you look smart enough to build from scraps.” he kicked his thick boots at objects in his path.

“i wanna do this by the rules. by the books.” he shrugged his shoulders. face looking just a bit glum.

“are either of your parents' cops?” a simple question you posed.

he looked confused but still answered, “my dad. gonna be captain soon.” he smiled down at the ground. he must be very proud of his family.

now you nudge his shoulder, “well, i bet your dad is proud of you. knowing or not knowing. but sometimes, you shouldn’t play by the book.” a hushed whisper.

“aye, y/n!” hobie slapped his hands on your shoulders, “that’s what i like to hear! screw the system. do what you need to do, my guy.”

“guys!” gwen raised her voice, “please can we just-“ she trailed her sentence off with a tilt of her head. the four of you were getting closer.

“miles, just remember,” hobie leaned towards miles, “don’t join the establishment until you know what you’re fighting for.”

the hallway widened out and when you looked up, miguel had his back turned as he stood on his platform. miles looked to gwen and she held a hand up, “yeah. i know, but it’s his thing. so just…” and she trailed off again.

gwen and miles walked further into the light as you and hobie stayed near the dark. hobie situated himself along the wall, fingers playing with whatever he got his hands on. you leaned beside him with your arms crossed over your chest and hip cocked. just from this show alone, you know miles is in for a miguel tantrum.

“how’s it been?” eyes on hobie, “um… okay.” you picked at the nylon of your suit, “sometimes if i’m bored, i go to other places. they let me as long as i don’t cause trouble. sorry i haven’t visited recently.” a twist to your lips.

hobie waved you off, “ain’t a problem. pop by whenever. gwendys around most times.”

your heads turned when miguel raised his voice and threw the food box to the ground. you pushed away from the wall and walked closer to the light.

“what’d i do?” “miguel. it’s not his fault.” miles and gwen’s voices mixed. you heard a thwip and turned to see hobie stealing the free food.

“he’s screwed everything up! just like doctor strange and that little nerd from earth-1999999.” miguel pinched his nose bridge.

“i visited there once. interesting place.” miles seemed to be the only one intrigued by your story. “they have this group called the avengers.” eyes widening at the word.

“are they like a band?” miles cocked his head. “no earth’s mightiest-“

“who the hell cares!”

you flinched at the boom of miguel’s voice and slinked back into the dark shadows by hobie. automatically he threw an arm over your shoulder and pulled you to his side.

“someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed,” he muttered. you wanted to comment but felt if you even made a peep miguel would be on your ass. hobie, always the kind friend, noticed your silence and slipped your headphones back on. you didn’t need music at the moment just something to muffle the noise.

eyes watched how miguel and miles spoke. their bodies tense, miguel using his looming height advantage to have more authority. mile's lanky arms fling about and look from gwen to miguel. with your headphones, you couldn’t hear, but you saw how miles turned around and his face was graced with a smile as he ran to someone.

“oh great. humbling reality spider-man has joined.” hobie’s words muffled before you made your ears free again.

you saw peter parker, peter b parker, as he liked to be called. he and miles shared a hug and you started to look at the walls and ceilings.

“why do you have a baby carrier?” miles pointed at the carrier peter always wore.

“mayday!” you squeal when you see her crawling your way. the two of you were well acquainted since you’ll babysit for peter and mj on short notice. or whenever really, they were such a kind family.

the little bundle of joy yipped when you crouched to her level and pulled her to your chest. her tiny hands setting on your shoulders as her blue and green eyes darted over your face. a gloved hand smoothed some of her flyaways and wind-swept hair.

“you have a baby!” you heard miles. “i have a baby! yeah, it’s crazy kid.” peter sighed.

“how’s my favorite web crawler? huh? causing trouble for your dad?” cooing in a baby voice. pretending she could understand every word and would reply in detail about the chaos she brings. you pinched at her chubby cheeks.

“can we get back to business? serious business?” miguel always brings the mood down.

“you are the only serious spider person. we’re supposed to be funny. throwing quips as we punch bad guys.” peter grumbled and made a mocking tone of miguel. he looked about ready to send everyone away.

“lyla, do the thing.” the computer teased miguel for a moment before doing the thing he asked. she pulled up the web of life and destiny.

“it’s called something very scientific, but i like to just call it the spider web. short and simple.” a side comment to miles. “cool.”

“these are canon events. things that can’t change no matter what or the universe collapses.” getting bit by the spider. uncle ben dying or someone close to you. a captain saving a kid but getting killed in the process.

miguel showed different versions of spider-man in those different scenarios. he specifically showed the spiders mourning the death of captain stacy.

you pressed mayday’s head into your shoulder, not wanting her to see this. you turned to gwen and saw her poker face, but you could see the emotion swimming in her irises. she hadn’t been back to her dimension in a while, always crashing in different spots.

“miles,” you looked away as you bounced the child, “what you did back in pavitr’s reality, it broke canon. that’s what caused the black hole and hopefully, we can stop it. but it doesn’t always happen.”

you felt eyes on you. you didn’t like the sudden attention. but you were starting to get why jessica brought you here. why miguel pointed a finger at you to miles confusion. he wanted you to be on his side.

“y/n… do you want to tell miles what happened?” you ignored him. playing with mayday, knuckles caressing her rosy cheeks. “y/n… the kid needs to understand the importance.” you sighed and pressed a kiss to mayday’s temple.

“understand what?” miles walked closer to you. “y/n? what happened?”

you licked your lips. “my reality is gone. i… i got to love my gwen stacy. i didn’t lose any family or a captain who i was bickering friends with. i- i got to have it all. i ‘broke’ canon, but i don’t believe that crap.”

“y/n…” miguel had a warning tone.

“everything was wonderful. not once after each event happened a giant hole formed until one day it just did. it was just a normal day. gwen and i were having a date at this ice cream shop she loved, she looked so pretty. she always did. we were walking towards the met since she kept saying we needed to visit more.”

you raised mayday above you and flashed a toothy smile. she giggled and you pulled her close to rub noses. a sigh as you continue your story.

“it- it just happened out of nowhere. i can’t even place what the cause would have been. one minute it’s a normal day and then next a black hole a few blocks away which then changed into… reality being eaten away.”

you didn’t notice the tears falling until little hands touched your cheeks. mayday stared and baby babbled. a hand to your shoulder, peter giving a pitying look. you handed his daughter back to him and wiped your tears. done with talking, but miguel finished the story.

“they already had a watch and when i noticed what was happening and the rate it was destroying everything… i managed to pull them out in time. they are the last remnants of their home reality.”

it was quiet. no one was speaking and it still felt too loud.

“but… what’s this got to do with me?” happy that miles pulled the attention back to him.

“you are the first anomaly.” miguel voiced. “your spider bite wasn’t from your dimension, you already had a spider-man. and yet somehow… everything is fine.” he seemed pissed at the simple fact.

“miles in two days your dad is gonna become captain.” gwen spoke. her tone seeping in sorrow.

miles looked around. his face scrunched in confusion and growing anger. then he did another look at the images of different peters with captain stacy. his face was dropping.

“your- you're saying i just have to let my dad die? to- to avoid reality crashing? cause it’s a- a canon event?”

“yes,” miguel replied as if that didn’t sound crazy.

miles turned to gwen, “your dad. he’s a captain right?” she nodded. “you’re just, what? just gonna let him die?” her eyes fell to the floor.

“we have to do things to keep reality stable. it’s not always pretty, but it comes with the cost of being spider-man. you can’t have both.”

“i can! i know i can! i can be spider-man and miles!”

your senses went off just a bit and you took account of all the people starting to crowd the room. this felt wrong. it felt like a trap, and for once you're the bad guys. peter and gwen tried to calm miles down, he was understandably upset at everyone shouting orders at him. you wanted to pull miles away and hide the both of you from miguel and the others. this wasn’t right.

“this will hold you for a few days.” and miguel dropped one of his devices to the floor that changed to a red-screened cage.

“miles!” you rushed to the holoprojection and started to bang your fist along with miles. gwen and peter were bickering with miguel. and hobie popped up beside you with his palms facing miles with a knowing smile.

hobie pulled you away when you started to see the electricity start to spark. then suddenly there was a loud boom and explosion of air. everyone was swept off their feet. hobie was able to keep you upright.

miles stood free and looked at his palms as he panted. he quickly looked your way and you only could say, “run.” and he took off.

“no!” miguel roared.

he started to chase after him, but you shot a web to his feet to slow him down. his crazed eyes widened at your disobedience. “you have no idea what you’ve done.” he extended the red blades from his arms, cutting himself free and rushing out of the room with others following.

your chest was panting with fear and worry. you looked to hobie for help, but he stood in a portal and threw his watch away. “for the record i quit.” and he was gone in the blink of an eye.

you were the only one on miles’s side.

you shot web after web at different spider people. at their feet, wrist, faces, anything to slow them down and give miles enough time to form a plan and execute it. you tried to catch up to him, but a few people gave you a taste of your own medicine and fought you.

you were being held down by one of the many peter parker variants, “stay out of our way!” he shouted as he webbed you uptight. you struggled against the hold but it was no use. so you were left alone once the tower was emptied, you just hoped miles was okay.

-

you were sure how long you’ve been webbed up. your body started to get that prickly feeling when it wasn’t getting proper blood flow through the body. wiggling your body in the hold, hoping to loosen it, a voice called out.

“y/n?” eyes connected with miles who was hanging upside down on a web. one side of his suit was ripped, but he looked safe.

“oh thank goodness. i tried to catch up, but as you can see, i’ve been webbed.”

miles looked around. when he eyed you again he looked hesitant to free you, you understood. some of his friends that he’s known longer turned on him behind his back. but you knew he was a different case, miguel was just using this canon logic as a cover.

“go miles. i don’t want to keep you from getting home.” a reassuring smile to his tired eyes. but he didn’t leave, he started to pull at the webbing and helped you free.

“let’s go.” he led you to the go-home machine. he was able to go invisible as he worked the computers so you stayed on the ceiling in the dark shadows.

when the machine was up and running he hopped in and called your name. you looked to margo, spider byte, who was busy with lyla as the two tried to stop the stitching process. you dived in and stood beside him, the two of you getting anxious the longer it was taking.

“stop the machine!” miguel was charging forward. you knew margo shouted a comment back without hearing her.

the machine was getting closer, it was about eighty percent closed. you thought you were in the clear, but miguel sunk his blood-red claws into the threading and started to rip at it. you pushed miles behind you, “just let us go, miguel!”

“i can’t do that, y/n! why can’t you understand i’m doing this for everyone’s safety!” he growled. the threading was holding.

“because this canon shit is a lie! if miles wasn’t supposed to be spider-man, his reality would have broken a long time ago! you’re just trying to manipulate everyone!”

your body lifted into the air. it was time to leave. and just before you were gone, you did one more reckless thing. you tore the watch off your wrist and threw it to the ground making it shatter. you stared directly into miguel’s burning eyes.

“i quit.”

-

a/n2: i actually wrote a little more after this part, but it just didnt end off well. i wrote this from like the hours of 8pm to 6am (i did sleep a little in between dont worry)

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[findmeinasunshower]

𝑫𝒂𝒎𝒏 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔: 𝑷𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒓 (𝑴𝑪𝑼)

word-count: 2k

summary: fluff, takes place after spider-man: no way home

warnings: none :)

Anyone else wouldn’t have heard the near-silent sound of someone landing on your balcony. But after nights and nights of waiting for that telltale noise, it rings through your head loud and clear. You hop out of bed and throw open your double windows before Spider-Man can even knock on the glass.

He pauses in his knock with his hand midair. “Hi.”

You smile and pull yourself up onto your balcony. “Is the city safe?” you ask.

The hero sighs and turns so his back is away from your bedroom, leaning his elbows on the railing. “Yes, it is. Everything’s fine now.”

You nod. “Good. I didn’t think you were going to visit tonight after seeing the news.”

Spider-Man turns his head towards you, giving you the impression that he’s looking at you through his white lenses. “And miss spending time with you?” he jokes. “Never.”

You snort and roll your eyes, turning back toward your bedroom. “Alright, cornball. Well, I’m glad you came, because I still brought these up–” You pull the huge Ziploc bag of M&M’s off of the table by your window and hold it out to the web-crawler, who gasps and takes it greedily. “I’m always prepared,” you say proudly.

Spider-Man lifts the bottom of his mask, and you blink in slight surprise at the sight of the lower half of his face. It’s always strange seeing something other than the red and blue covering his visage, but you lose the reverence immediately as the hero shoves a handful of M&Ms into his mouth and lets out a truly ungodly sound. “You are a chocolate angel,” he moans.

You laugh at his enthusiasm and join him in leaning on the railing of your balcony. Earlier that day, you had been caught in the middle of a small battle between Spider-Man and a group of bank-robbers, who were engaged in a shootout with the cops. He had (very unnecessarily) scooped you up off of the ground and swung you three blocks away before depositing you on the ground. He gave you only a salute before he took off again, back toward the fight.

But he had saved your life. It’s not like you didn’t notice the guns that were turned on you when the thugs saw a civilian within their range–A shot civilian makes for a good distraction. But your late-night friend had stopped that from happening. You frown when said friend puts your bag of M&M’s on the ground but he explains by muttering “big dinner” which makes you smile. He doesn’t pull his mask back down.

You tilt your head at him, examining the way his mask and the small area of skin shine in the moonlight, and decide that a thank you is in order. While he was still looking toward the street, you raise up on your toes, softly and quickly brushing your lips against his cheek. Or at least that was what you meant to do. You meant to only kiss his cheek and then thank him for saving your life earlier that day, but apparently, your sudden proximity had spooked the spider. His face shifted the second your lips had neared his cheek, turning his face towards yours ever so slightly. Just enough so that your lips brushed the corner of his mouth.

Just enough to seem accidental, but enough that you’d felt just how soft his lips are.

You can imagine his eyes widening beneath his mask, just as yours currently are. Your noses bump as you very obviously try to put at least some distance between the two of you, but not enough to be out of reach, and never enough to not be able to feel him close.

A millennium could have passed, or just two seconds. Neither of you could be sure. Your warm breaths mingle in the cool night air, and Spider-Man becomes suddenly hyper-aware of everything that makes you you. Your bright (e/c) eyes are expectant, waiting to see what his next move will be because you sure as hell aren’t moving anytime soon.

“(y/n),” he whispers. “I think I’m going to do something really, really stupid.”

Stupid, because he’s a superhero. And you’re a girl from his class...before he disappeared off of the face of the earth. But you … you are just so beautiful and filled with absolute grace and courage, and if the two of you were in another world, you would have him knocking on your window every single day. Every day until you would have him for good. He can see it and although you would never admit it, you can see it too.

But you don’t move. And even though you don’t know it, your captivating eyes are gazing directly into his through the mask. He can only imagine what’s going through your head. Peter realizes that he has two choices: He could run away and keep the semi-normality that is his fucked up life; or, he could just fall. Risk the inevitable explosion that he knows is there.

He decides to fall. Consequences be damned to hell.

He closes the distance between the two with far more confidence than he actually feels. Spider-Man’s gloved hand frames the side of your face and his lips press against yours softly, but curiously, feeling just how soft they are and just how right they feel against his. If he was being honest, the hero’s only intention was a mere brush of his lips against yours, just to get a little taste of your warmth.

He was also sure that you were going to reject him, push him away, and he was already half-braced for what he thought was imminent rejection the moment he feels your fingers close around his wrist. But you don’t shove him back, much to his surprise. Instead, you stand up on your tiptoes and kiss him back, pulling him ever closer. Encouraged by you, Spider-Man’s other hand slides towards your waist before resting on the small of your back, and he curses every god that exists and could possibly exist for the gloved hand that prevents him from actually touching you.

You shudder against him, and he realizes that his hand is resting on the bare skin of your back, and it occurs to Peter that he might be going too far. He should stop. He thought you would stop him! This wasn’t why he’d started stopping by your balcony, or why he’d wanted to get to know you.

But then your tongue brushes timidly over his bottom lip, and Peter loses every ability to think coherently. His grip on you tightens and he presses his hand harder against the exposed skin of your back, drinking in the gasp that comes out of your lips. Sparks shoot all through his nervous system, and just like that, a soft and sweet kiss turns into fire. Whatever voice that was pleading for him to keep a hold on his sanity is exiled to the hidden corners of his mind the minute he feels you tug his face down closer to you.

You run one of your hands over his scalp and whimper, mourning the fact that you can’t run your fingers through the hair you feel shifting beneath the spandex. Peter is happy to oblige and give you the closeness that the both of you desire. His hand slides from your face to your neck, and the movements trail goosebumps along your skin that he can’t feel as he deepens the kiss, pressing your body flush against his.

He could kiss you for hours, but after a couple moments of letting his lungs scream for oxygen, Spider-Man breaks the kiss so your panted breaths meet between the two of you. Neither of you moves or even think about moving. For once, the city that never sleeps seems to be silent around you, and the stars watch with bated breath as the hero very reluctantly extracts himself from your embrace. You immediately miss the feel of his torso pressed against yours as the cool, night wind weaves around your body.

When you finally feel the pressure of his fingertips disappear from your neck, you manage to look up at him shyly. Your eyes meet nothing but a pair of swollen lips and two, blank white eyes. you blush deeply and, although you can’t really see it, Spider-Man does too.

“I have to go,” he whispers. You nod and look down at your bare feet on the metal of the fire escape. He takes hold of your wrists. “I don’t want to.”

You lift your gaze back up to him and blink up at him timidly through your lashes. He resists the urge to groan at how beautiful you look at that moment. As much as you’d like him to stay and kiss you all night, you know that he can’t. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” you inquire.

The boy beneath the mask grins and nods. “Yeah. Yeah, tomorrow.” You giggle at the way his voice cracks slightly, and you’re grateful that he seems to be just as nervous as you are. Spider-Man takes a step back and pulls the bottom of his mask back down to cover the bottom of his face. After tucking it into the fabric around his neck, he allows himself to look at you one more time. “Good night, (y/n).”

You smile fondly and cross your arms over your chest in an attempt to ward off the sudden chill in the air now that you’re not wrapped in the superhero’s arms. “Good night, Spider-Boy.”

He chuckles nervously at your teasing and gives you a smaller version of his signature salute before vaulting over the edge of your tiny balcony. You sigh in content and raise your trembling fingers to touch your lips. You can still feel them tingling with a glorious energy, and you smile to yourself, laughing almost incredulously at what just happened. Spider-Man just kissed you.

And you know that there will be consequences. There will be conversations about what this is, and what you want it to be, and how it’s going to work. There are complications that come with any relationship, but ten times more when it comes to a romance with a masked superhero. With someone who you don’t even know his name, and the unavoidable secrecy that hangs over the both of you like a cloud.

You lean your elbows on the cool metal railing and sigh to yourself, staring blankly into the street below. You think about the numerous nights that the boy has visited you, and the two of you have shared bags of M&M’s and various other snacks. You think about the late-night conversations about the most random of things, or more serious subjects where the two of you just lay it all out on the table. You realize that any sort of problem would be worth it as long as the two of you at least had a chance.

A loud bang rips you out of your stupor and you gasp at the feel of your fire escape shaking beneath you. When you look up from the alley, it’s to see Spider-man perched on the opposite side of the railing. “I’m sorry, I just had to do this one more time.”

And with that, he slams his lips against yours, and you don’t care that there’s a layer of fabric between the two of yours’ mouths. Kissing him through his mask is a strange feeling, but it has the same effect on you. Fireworks explode in your chest as you lean forward to cup his face in your hands. You feel him smile beneath his mask and you respond with a giggle of your own. You’re just two teenagers reveling in the wonderful, confusing feeling of newfound love.

Spider-Man leans back just enough that you can’t reach his lips with your kiss anymore, no matter how far you lean over the edge. “Good night,” he repeats himself, and with that, he lets go, spiraling into a free fall before he catches himself and swings off into the night.

Yes. It’s definitely worth it.

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Bitter Taste ➻ Miguel O'Hara

pairing: Miguel O'Hara x fem!miguel!reader

warning/content: swearing, violence, blood, some ATSV spoilers (but would take place before ATSV events)

summary: Miguel thought he was Nueva York's only Spider-Man, he was wrong.

words count: 1.7k

a/n: English isn't my first language, so please take that into consideration. This is straightly inspired by a tiktok I saw and been obsessing over for the last couple days. (@/soumart_1 on tiktok who made that incredible fanart and inspired this fanfic). Also I tried to use a bit of Spanish but I'm really not bilingual, if you see any weird sentences, feel free to correct me :)

a/n (2): I may write a part 2 if you want, this could even become a series if you like it that much but for now, it's a one-shot.

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Miguel was standing in front of his screens as usual, and Lyla was pestering him, as usual. She kept repeating he should take a break and rest, that the multiverse won't collapse if he took a nap. But he knew better. He knew only him could protect the entirety of the multiverse. He rubbed his eyes tiredly but didn't move from his spot, his eyes scanning every screen in front of him, looking for a single trace of an anomaly. "I can see you're exhausted, I don't need to scan you to know you need to sleep." Lyla's voice would soon turn into a nightmare for Miguel if she didn't stop bothering him. "I don't need to sleep. I didn't create you so you can pester me all day long." He grumbled, crossing his arms on his chest and stroking his chin and cheek, pensive. "At this point, it's all night long..." He could hear the little lady mutter as she sunk into her holographic chair. Miguel sighed and opened a new screen before tapping a well known code and before Lyla could stop him, she disappeared with a little bubble sound. Now he was left alone for the rest of the night and he could focus on his task.

A few hours and a couple of coffee cups later, Miguel was seated in an uncomfortable chair, his eyes burning from exhaustion and his brain begging for a break. But no, he kept looking at the screen and sometimes checking on the weakest universes, the ones where the anomalies tend to land in the most. He was so focused on his work and so tired that he didn't hear the portal opening below his platform. He could've heard it if he was well rest, but he wasn't. And he would've heard the web sticking to the ceiling if he wasn't so focused on the screens and so stubborn on finding an anomaly. But he didn't hear any of that. He didn't know he was the prey of a new kind of predator. The kind that didn't need lights to see in the dark and that could almost smell his exhaustion from another universe. He didn't hear the steps getting dangerously closer to him but he did feel the claws digging into his shoulder and throwing him on the ground. He groaned in pain and rolled over on the floor but when he looked up, fangs and claws out, he didn't see anyone. His eyes turned from brown to red and he tried to look around him in the dark, but his sight had been severely damaged by the screens he'd been watching for hours now.

He frustratingly groaned and when he got on his feet, he only heard rushed steps on his left before feeling claws slicing the skin on his neck. He immediately held a hand to his throat to check the wound and he could feel it wasn't a deep cut. Which meant that the thing attacking him didn't want to kill him immediately, it wanted to intimidate him first. "Whatever you are, I am not scared of you." He said out loud, looking around and trying to focus on what he could hear. But only the sound of his blood pumping and his heart racing in his chest reached his ears. It had been a long time since he had to use completely his senses, normally he'd only use his strength to stop his ennemies. But this one seemed to be smarter than the anomalies he was used to chase down. "Eres débil." (You're weak.) He heard a rather feminine voice chuckle in the dark. The jab didn't make him laugh at all but rather grumble something. He stretched his neck and winced when he felt more blood coming out of the injury. "¿Por qué no te muestras ante mí?" (Why don't you show yourself to me?) Miguel groaned before wiping some blood off his neck with his wrist. "¿Qué tiene eso de divertido?" (Where is the fun in that?) The woman chuckled once again before he heard her swinging above him. He was starting to hear more perceptibly and see more clearly now, his senses getting used to this new enemy.

The next time he felt her approaching, he focused on his hearing and swinged his clawed fists in her direction, earning him a yelp of pain. He smiled in victory and jumped in her direction, claws and fangs out. But what he didn't hear was his enemy immediately recovering from his attack and jumping on him at the same time. They collided, groaned and rolled over on the floor. Miguel could almost see clear as day and he could discern long dark hair and a tan skin. Two red orbs were staring at him and he was sure his were staring at her the exact same way. "Cabrón!" (You bastard!) She hissed and the lights turned on when Miguel's back collided with the commands. He straightened up and looked up at his enemy before freezing. The woman attacking him was wearing the exact same suit as him, the only difference was that the red parts on his suit were orange on hers. The shock on his face wasn't similar on hers though. She knew exactly who he was when she attacked him, there was no doubt. "Who the fu-" He murmured before she jumped on him once more. He dodged her by a hair and when he went to grab her ankle, she shot her organic webs on one of the desk in the office and threw it in Miguel's direction. He received it right in the chest and humphed, pushing it off him.

"Enough!" He growled out and grabbed her wrist when she threw herself at him. Her claws were out, her eyes shining red and fangs menacing. Just like him. With her strength, she pushed him against the nearest wall and sank her claws in the concrete next to his head. Her second hand was held back by his grasp but was dangerously approaching his face. She snarled at him and with the remaining strength he had in him, he pushed her back and spined her around so he could slam her body against the wall. She squirmed to get free but his hold on her wrist was strong and before she could even think about using her legs to get away, he pinned her to the wall, crushing her body with his. "That's enough." He groaned in her ear as she kept growling like a feral animal. "I'm gonna ask you questions and you better answer me correctly. Who are you?" He struggled to keep her in place. "Why would I tell you?" She said in a thick Spanish accent. "Wrong answer." He grunted as he snaped her wrist to break it. She yelled in pain and rested her head against the wall, taking deep breaths to concentrate on her healing. "Again. Who are you?" He asked once more. The woman took a deep breath to calm down and opened her eyes to stare at him, her pupils turning back to brown. "Creo que sabes quién soy." (I think you know who I am.) She said as he kept staring at her for a moment before grabbing her elbow and twist it awkwardly. "Wait, wait, wait! I'll tell you who I am..." She immediately submitted. He released her elbow but didn't let her go, waiting for her to speak.

"I'm Michaela O'Hara." She introduced herself, slowly retracting her claws. Miguel froze for a moment, he put two and two together and understood she was another version of himself. "Why are you trying to kill me?" He asked, tightening his grip on her wrist because he knew she would never stop trying to get free. That's what he would do. "Actúas como un loco y casi destruyes el multiverso!" (You're acting insane and almost got the multiverse destroyed!) She growled at him, showing her fangs. "I paid the price of my mistake, I won't do it again." He said, his voice low in memory of his daughter. "Dios mío... You think you're the only one who lost Gabriella? Pathetic... I'm not here about her, I'm here about Miles Morales." (Jesus Christ...) She explained and he frowned. "What about the kid?" He loosened his grip on her and she immediately noticed it, deciding not to mention it. "I know exactly what you want to do to him. That's what I would have done. But you're wrong, Miles is not an anomaly, not more than us." She slowly pushed back from the wall, taking advantage of his distract. His eyes snapped back at her and he frowned once more. "How did you manage to stay hidden from me? I would've noticed you." And by I, he meant Lyla. "You think I would have let an idiot like you keep an eye on me? Oh, Cariño... Yo era el que te vigilaba." (Oh, Honey... I was the one keeping an eye on you.) She chuckled. "Do not think you're the only one who thought about exploring the multiverse." She said with a little smirk as she showed him another version of his multi-dimensional watch.

Only then he noticed she got free from his grip and when he tried and grab her once more, she just swatted at his hand. "And, by the way, I'm not actually trying to kill you. I just wanted to stop you." She walked around his office, looking at the multiple screens. She went to tap on some board before Miguel grabbed her wrist. "Don't touch anything or I'll break every single bone of your hand." He threatened her. "Relax, Grumpy. I will not break anything. You should get that checked out." She said, pointing at the injury on his neck. He brought a hand to his wound and hid a wince of pain. She silently chuckled and turned around, looking at the different universes shown on the screens. "Puedo?" (May I?) She asked as she pointed at the keypad on the desk. Miguel quietly grunted but nodded his head, watching attentively what she was doing. She entered coordinates and a new screen appeared with a number at the top. "Earth-203." Miguel read in a whisper. "Where I'm from, it is basically the same as here. Year 2099, flying cars, bullet trains directly to the moon, bla bla bla... Except I'm Spider-Woman instead of Spider-Man. Well, I'm Viuda-Araña." (Spider-Widow) She explained as she discreetly placed a microchip under Miguel's desk.

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Prompt - ‘'I wonder if he knows he's all I think about at night.’

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For as long as you could remember it had always been you and Peter, other friends came and went throughout the years but you and Peter had always been a constant in each other’s lives. You had gone through everything together, when your family’s business went bankrupt and you had to live with the Parker’s for a few months, when Peter’s parents died and he had chosen you to run away to. Every big moment, every little moment, no matter the memory Peter was almost always in it.

You never thought you’d have to imagine a life without Peter, it always seemed such an impossible thought. You were the best of friends, there were no secrets between either of you, you told each other everything.

Which was great for years, it worked well for the two of you, you knew the other better than you knew yourself. It was nice knowing you always had someone to confide in, no problem too big or small to share.

And yet now you hated the fact that nothing was kept a secret between the two of you, you hated the fact that you meet up with Peter every day before school, hated that it was so easy to forget that the rest of the world existed, right up until you walked through the doors and his gaze immediately sought her out.

Gwen Stacy.

Gwen Stacy who was top of every class, Gwen Stacy who was so stunningly beautiful you just knew you couldn’t ever even begin to compete with her. You didn’t stand a chance, not when you saw the way Peter looked at her, his expression completely softening, the way his lips pulled into an unconscious smile every time she walked into a room, the way he couldn’t walk into one without glancing around for her.

You didn’t stand a chance.

And because there were no secrets between you and Peter you got to hear all about his crush on her when he remembered you existed. Ok, so maybe that wasn’t fair, it wasn’t like Peter shut down on you whenever she was around but he always had an eye on her.

You and Peter always walked home together, usually hanging around in his bedroom since Aunt May was at work so it left the two of you alone. You didn’t know if you loved the alone time or hated it.

You couldn’t even remember when your own crush on Peter had developed, maybe it had always been there, there before you even really knew what a crush was, before you knew anything about relationships or love or any of those things. Maybe it had developed when you had a bad day and Peter was always there with open arms and ready to make a fool of himself if only to see you laugh again. Maybe it was in the way that there really wasn’t any distance between the two of you, whether it be with no secrets or the way you could crawl into the other's bed after sneaking in through the window and the other person didn’t react other than to make room and wrap their arms around the other. Maybe it was all the little things that seemed so insignificant to other people but you treasured so deeply that made you fall for him so easily.

It didn’t really matter when it happened though, only that it did. It happened and it hurt every day. You couldn’t even get a break on the weekends because whenever Peter came around Gwen always seemed to be the first topic on his lips.

And it wasn’t like you could say anything either, you couldn’t just demand he stop talking about her. Not without admitting you had feelings for him anyway and that wasn’t going to happen, not when you knew he didn’t feel anything for you. You would just have to sit and listen to him talk about her for hours at a time because you loved him and you couldn’t lose your friendship.

Still it hurt. It hurt when he asked you what you think he should do, how could he get her to notice him, what date ideas should he think of to ask her out. The worst of it was that you loved him so much you couldn’t even bring yourself to give him bad ideas, whenever he asked for your advice you gave him the best you could, gave answers you wished Peter would do for you, and you watched him use them on her.

You had gotten pretty good at faking a smile now around Peter, at pretending everything was ok until you were alone and you could let the hurt just hurt. It was so easy to picture you and Peter together too, nothing would change except the fact you’d know how his lips felt against yours, how his hand cupping your cheek to bring you closer would feel.

It didn’t matter how much you wanted to cry, not when you had to fake a laugh at his over dramatic love declarations that caused him to grin as he shoved you lightly, it didn’t matter because no matter how many damn stars you wished on nothing would change.

Sometimes you thought Peter knew, how could he not know that he was the reason you stayed up all night thinking about him, how could he not know that the reason for your tears was him, how was he so blind to the way you looked at him? If it were anybody else you’d think they knew but Peter wasn’t cruel, if he knew he wouldn’t be torturing you so much.

If you had thought things between you and Peter were hard when he was just pining after Gwen it was nothing compared to when he finally put all your advice to use and ended up getting together with her.

It was slow at first, you still saw Peter every day, still walked home together after school but over time it turned into less time together. You walked home together but after a few weeks Gwen joined you and you hated how kind she was, it’d be easier to hate her if she wasn’t so nice. Then it turned into you going straight home, not wanting to third wheel on them, not when it meant more time watching Peter look at Gwen like she was his whole world and you had somehow become nothing more than a passing thought, silently pleading for Peter to notice you.

It wasn’t much longer after that the time you and Peter spent together got less and less, no more hanging out after school, no more weekends together, no more sneaking into each other’s houses, no more sharing every thought that popped into your head.

That’s what hurt the most, the thing that left you crying silently to yourself each night. Peter had forgotten all about you and your heart hurt, it hurt so badly that you just wished you could stop feeling anything. It wasn’t even just Peter’s fault though, you wanted to blame him for it all but you were to blame too, you pulled away but Peter hadn’t caught you and pulled you back.

You hoped Gwen knew, you hoped she knew how lucky she was that she was the one that got to fall asleep in Peter’s arms, the safest place you’d ever been. You hope she knew how lucky she was that Peter had picked her to love, you hoped she would love him just as fiercely as he loved her, hoped she knew how lucky she was to be able to fall into those beautiful brown eyes and to know how his lips felt as he kissed her so softly like she was something to be treasured.

You really hoped she knew because you would never know.

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Spider-Man Reader being from a universe with Transformers in it and him and peni Parker being friends because of their robot friends Reader having Bumblebee

Y/N and Peni relax as Bumblebee and Arcee train together…

Peni: kick his butt, Arcee!

Y/N: Arcee? I’m rooting for my boy. You got this, Bee!!

Bumblebee and Arcee fight to a stalemate…

Bumblebee picks up Y/N and hugs him tight…

Bumblebee: (radio) I love you man

Y/N: I love you too, pal.

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request | word count: 4k

based on this request: so the reader has a boyfriend but he’s been kinda of a shitty one to her? like he’s an extreme workaholic who often skips their anniversaries and dates, and just takes her for granted all the time. whereas peter is her best friend who has been pining and harboring feelings for her but kept it all to himself (he knows how her bf has been treating her as well) until one day she breaks down in front of him and he comforts her. it’s very angsty and maybe ends with fluff?

warnings: f!reader, not as angsty as i’d hoped so sorry about that, asshole boyfriend, greys references, pining!peter, request, not much fluff, unedited

Fact— Peter Benjamin Parker was in love with his best friend. Completely and utterly whipped. The kind of love that blossomed over the course of a few years; something he thought he’d grow out of but to his luck, it grew in his heart like uncontrollable weeds in a yard.

And it didn’t help that you would literally choose any other person on this planet but him.

Now, Peter couldn’t control that. Of course not. As much as he dreamed that one day you’d suddenly tell him you were absolutely in love with him and had been for years, he knew it wouldn’t matter if it didn’t come from the heart. 

And seeing as it’s been years since Peter realized you were his entire world and you’ve been in other relationships (some of which you’ve solely depended on Peter’s advice of dating them or not—to which he always faked a smile and encouraged), the dream would simply just be that. A dream. 

Nothing more. 

And yes, it hurt like hell. It felt like a knife was being plunged into his stomach every time he saw you with someone else. Like the world was crumbling beneath his feet when you smiled at the phone because you were texting him… Like there was no chance in hell that he’d ever find a way past the heartbreak whenever he saw you and your boyfriend together.

Because this relationship was a little different than the others…

It took a while for Peter to notice it, which was surprising due to his incredible senses. But when he finally did, God did it kill him. 

The fake smiles. The sudden mood changes. The excuses. 

It was like your personality was being slowly drained away and it lit a fire in his bones. A rage that threatened to burst whenever he saw your piece of shit boyfriend. Thankfully, Peter had mastered the mask of nonchalance and innocence whenever you brought Nate around but you weren’t stupid. You knew that Peter knew.

And you couldn’t tell if that filled you with relief or shame. 

For as long as you’ve known each other, you’ve never been the type to settle. You’ve always known your worth, known how to put your foot down and put it down firmly. Certain in what you wanted—no, needed (but that’s not to say you were afraid to ask for what you desired). You were fair, open to compromise, a fairly good listener, and overall a person who cared... 

So you had no idea when your relationship had started tipping the scale, losing its balance until you were stuck with the heaviest side. With all the burden and hard work that should be shared in a healthy relationship. 

And though you tried your best to figure it out, to grasp at the confidence and outspokenness you once had, it was damn near impossible.

So you just settled. You just took it one day at a time because you didn’t want to disappoint him. You didn’t want to embarrass yourself even more than you already have, and you know you shouldn’t feel this way. You know that Peter would never judge you in the way you’re scared of but you couldn’t stand pity. And that’s exactly what you’d get if you ran away now. 

So, you just settled.

“How’s the new promotion going?” 

It’s your two-year anniversary, an occasion you were highly surprised Nate had even remembered. Let alone planned something for it. But here you are—at a high-end restaurant on the waterside of the financial district.

The damn financial district. You had forced a smile when the two of you arrived at the restaurant, trying to hide the fact that you’d already made the decision that you absolutely hated the restaurant. Just because it was in the financial district.

Everything was about the financial district. About finance and his dad’s business and fucking Wall Street. 

“Hm?”

Swallowing your mouthful of pasta, you stared at the table with a sense of detachment. This isn’t anything you’re not used to. “Your promotion?” You cleared your throat. “How’s it going?”

Nate finally looked up from his phone, a spark of interest gleaming in his eye. Normally, that little spark would excite you, get you on the edge of your seat as you grasped for his attention.

But you were beyond over it today.

“The promotion!” Nate smiled in a satisfied way. “It’s good. I think my dad is finally starting to see me for who I truly am. What I’m truly meant to be.”

You smiled sweetly. “And what’s that?” You played the supportive girlfriend part perfectly.

“CEO of New York’s biggest finance company.” Same shit, different day. As if you hadn’t heard that before. Except it isn’t New York’s biggest finance company. In fact, it’s barely a speck in the thousands that are fighting their way for a spot next to the big boys on Wall Street. 

“That’s great,” you lied. “I’m happy for you.”

Fueled from the praise, Nate was suddenly a bit more animated. “So how’s it going with your—um—what’s it called? Your art stuff… the uh—”

“Photography?” You wanted to laugh. How hard was it to remember your passion? It’s not like he’d been calling you his girlfriend for the past two years or anything…

Mouth full, Nate nodded largely. “That.”

He’s not looking at his phone. You realize suddenly as you gave him a skeptical look over the table. He’s actually listening. He’s looking at me and listening! Call the press, this is monumental news—I should probably answer before he picks up the phone again—

“It’s good! You know I actually got an internship with this really big newspaper company. It’s the biggest opportunity I’ve had so far and I’m actually really really excited—”

He’s looking down at his phone again. Not only that but he’s picking up a call—right in the middle of this fancy five-star restaurant he’d claimed was the best of the city. Right in the middle of your passionate spiel. 

Your jaw hung slightly, staring across the table incredulously as the words died on your tongue. Embarrassed tears filled your eyes, your throat tightening in shame as you glanced around at the nearby tables. 

For the most part, everyone was minding their business, actively engaged in conversation with their partners. Until your eyes met the gaze of a young woman who sat at the table to your right. She was in a group, sat next to a man you assumed to be her husband (if the matching rings were any indication) and their hands were interlaced at their sides. 

They seemed to be a little older than you, probably not by much but everything about their language screamed relaxed and comfortable. Secure and healthy. 

Of course, you couldn’t know that for sure but then her husband was suddenly tugging at her hand softly, ripping her gaze away from you and back towards him. The look they shared hit you in the gut, punching you with a severe realization—it was a look you recognized. 

A look that had been given to you many times… but not from the man who sat across from you. Not from the man who was currently laughing on the other end of a seemingly interesting phone call (more interesting than your photography at least).

You observed as the husband whispered something in his wife’s ear, the two giggling quietly as they leaned in closer. It left you speechless, their small interaction holding more love and adoration than anything you’d ever felt toward Nate.

Your appetite was suddenly gone.

It’s even worse when the woman looked over again, as if to check on you. When her eyes found yours again, she gave you a look of—of pity.

One single tear fell down your cheek, your face turning quickly to hide it, but you were sure she’d seen it. 

A shaky hand came up to wipe it swiftly, watching through watery eyes as Nate took a joyous bite of his meal. 

“Oh, you’re right outside?” Nate was saying to the person on the other end of the call. Your eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. “Great. I was just finishing up here. Yeah… Okay… Sure—I’ll meet you out there, how’s that? Okay, bye.”

He put his phone down loudly, finishing the last sip of wine in his glass. Then, your boyfriend looked up as if he remembered you were sitting at the table with him… on your two-year anniversary. 

“Right!” He wiped his mouth with a cloth. “This has been swell, but really I invited you here to tell you something.”

You were perplexed. “Okay…”

“I’m breaking up with you.”

It was deadpan. A monotone statement that left you in an instant state of confusion. “What?”

“In all honesty, I shouldn’t have let it go this far. But you know how my dad is. He likes order and breaking up with you would’ve cost me my job. My goals…”

At this point, your jaw had dropped open at his audacity. 

“And I couldn’t have that,” he laughed like it was all one big joke. “Clearly!”

You tried to take a moment to process your feelings—were you sad? Were you upset? Angry?

You should be sad, right? You should be on the verge of tears because your two-year relationship was over, right? 

But all you feel is anger and a burning sense of humiliation. “Clearly, you’ve had your mind set for a while. How long did you fake it?”

“Fake what?” He had this dumb smile on his face, as if he hadn’t spent the last few months pulling you in with meaningless ‘I love you’s and little moments of affection that made you feel guilty for even considering putting yourself first. 

Your nostrils flared. “Everything.”

“Don’t know. Lost count after the first few months,” he shrugged, waving over the server as he dug through his pocket for some cash. 

Motionlessly, you sat in your spot, rethinking every single effort you’d made for your relationship to work. Rethinking every single time you’d lied to your best friend’s face and told him that you were in love with your boyfriend and that everything was alright. That he didn’t need to worry. 

“But I’ve got this banging hot chick waiting outside for me and now that this promotion has secured me a spot on the board, there’s really no reason for me to put up with you anymore.” Nate gave the server a polite smile as he signed the receipt, leaving a generous tip on the table. 

Put up with you anymore? What the hell did he put up with? Your tireless efforts to make him feel loved? All the times you’d make sure the workload wasn’t getting to him? The times you’d fake it just for him because you didn’t want to hurt his feelings?

What the actual fuck had become of you? Nate had destroyed you from the inside out, draining you of everything you had until he got bored of you. 

“Fuck you,” was all you had to say, watching as your ex stood up, screeching his chair noisily until every other table looked your way. 

He looked as if he enjoyed the insult, loved the joys that came with being an absolute asshole. “For what it’s worth,” you could sense it wasn’t going to be worth anything. “The sex was great.”

You were right. 

With that, Nathaniel spun on his heel and sauntered out of the restaurant. 

The tables around you were silent, eyes burning various holes in your figure while you felt a deep pit form in the base of your stomach. Nausea kept you rooted to the spot, afraid that if you moved, your entire meal would land right back on your plate. 

Never in your life had you felt so humiliated, reduced to a good fuck and nothing more. After countless forgotten dates and anniversaries… After countless times you’d stuck your neck out for him. 

And when you finally gathered the strength to stand up from your table, your legs were a bit shaky, overwhelmed from the mortification.

Stumbling onto the sidewalk in the chilly New York streets, your hands fumbled for your phone, dialing a number you’d known by heart since the seventh grade. 

The line rang a few times before a warm voice picked up. “Hello?”

You wanted to sound normal, but the sound of your best friend was enough to break down all your defenses. “Pete?”

On the other end, Peter sat up quickly, heart dropping at the crack in your tone. “Sunshine, what’s wrong?” He practically cooed. 

He could hear rapid footsteps on the other line, little puffs of breath leaving your mouth like you were hastily walking somewhere. “Are—are you home?”

Please, please tell me you’re home, you beg silently. Your throat ached from the sobs you were holding back.

“I am,” he replied instantly, the worry making him sit up and rush toward the window. He was already pulling off his shirt, dressed in his Spider-Man suit underneath the sweats, before you could sniffle a response.  

“Um, I think…” you were stuttering, a million thoughts running through your head. “You were right.”

“About?” You could hear him pull the window open hastily. 

You sniffled. “Nate.”

Halfway out the window, Peter froze, hanging from the side of the building. His breath caught in his lungs. “Y/N.”

“Yeah?” You answered weakly, finding a nice spot overlooking the Brooklyn bridge and collapsing on a bench. 

Your best friend took a deep breath. “Did he—” his voice cracked in anger. “What did he do? Did he touch you?”

“What?” You spluttered. “No, he—he didn’t—”

“Y/N…” his voice was shaky like yours, though it was from the sudden fury that consumed his nerves at the mere thought of the asshole even touching you at all. 

Just spit it out. “No. No, he didn’t hurt me… I, um, just got dumped.”

It was silent for longer than a minute and you glanced at your phone to make sure the call hadn’t dropped.  

You continued. “…and—and I want to say that I’m sad. That my heart hurts and all I want is for my relationship to go back to the way it was but… but I can’t say that because it isn’t true.

“I just feel humiliated and drained. And it’s—” a sob escaped you. “It’s the worst feeling ever and you can say—you can say I told you so. It’s fine—”

“—it’s not.”

The phone slipped from your grasp, landing on the bench in a noisy clatter as you jumped at the sudden presence next to yours. 

It was Peter—well not Peter, more like Spider-Man but it was your best friend nevertheless. “It’s not fine. I’m not going to sit here and gloat, because I didn’t want to be right.”

Your lip was caught between your teeth, something that secretly made his gaze linger on your mouth, and you were staring at him with those big doe eyes. Watery and full of a thousand things you wanted to say but wouldn’t. 

“I didn’t want you to be hurt,” he whispered. “All I’ve ever wanted is for you to be happy, sunshine…”

With that, he crossed the few steps that separated you, joining you in the middle as you stood up. His arms wrapped around your waist protectively as your façade completely dropped, sobs wracking your frame violently. 

He wished he could show you the depth of his love for you. Show you the way you deserve the be treated. Erase the pain that that asshole had caused. 

But how could he put you in harm’s way? Expose you to the many enemies Spider-Man inevitably made? 

It’s out of the question—it always had been and it always will be. 

“I’m sorry,” you were repeating under your breath. “I’m sorry. I don’t even know why I’m crying.”

A suit-clad hand reached up to stroke your hair back, pulling you tighter into his chest. 

“How…” you sniffled. “How did you know where I was?”

Peter smiled softly. “Senior year, remember? Whenever we need a place to think—”

“—this is our spot,” you finished with a wobbly smile. “Right.”

It was an agreement you’d made years ago when the two of you had been going through a tremendous amount of stress. Between college applications and state assessments, you were both teetering the line between barely staying afloat and a full-on meltdown. 

The week of college acceptances was the worst. Peter found you on this same bench almost every afternoon, sweating from jogging the bridge and nearly in tears as you stared at the water nervously. 

And when freshman year of college rolled around and the two of you had moved in together, it was Peter’s turn to frequent the bench. Reduced to tears over his anxiety about juggling a full-time program in biophysics at an Ivy League and fulfilling his Spider-Man duties in the city.

The bench was a quiet place, marked by countless hugs and silent tears. It was your place.

“I didn’t even realize I came here,” you sighed, letting Peter drag you over to the bench. 

A realization made you stop in your tracks. “You’re in the suit.”

“Right,” Peter grinned sheepishly under the mask. Then, he pulled you close and wrapped an arm around your waist. 

“Wait—”

It was too late; he’d already taken off before you could brace yourself. Your heart sunk to your feet, a scream catching at the back of your throat as you frantically fought to wrap your arms around his neck.

It was impossible to open your eyes against the rushing wind, eyelids squeezed shut, clueless as to your destination. But you couldn’t find it in you to care, the only thing rushing through your mind was the desire to touch ground already. 

Transportation by web wasn’t a new experience for you. But it didn’t mean you appreciated it anymore now than you did the first time. The views were pretty, sure, but nearly throwing up hundreds of feet over New York wasn’t. 

The end couldn’t have come sooner. As soon as your feet touched solid surface, you snapped your eyes open. A scolding was at the tip of your tongue until you realized where he’d taken you. 

The top of a skyscraper, an important monument if you had to guess. 

Hurriedly, you looked down to survey the surface you were standing on. It was a nice slab of stainless steel, surprisingly sturdy and spacious. Next to you, a spire dwarfed you in size. 

“We’re on the Empire State.”

You looked over at Peter; his mask was gone, hair swiped to the side in a curly mess. He seemed more relaxed than you’d seen him in days, no— months.

He took your silence as a sign to continue. “I’ve been coming here for a while now.” 

“It’s beautiful,” you said, scanning the glittering buildings below. You spotted Madison Square Garden not too far ahead, laughing in amusement at the venue that seemed so big to you whenever you’d visit. Now, it was barely the size of your thumb. 

Peter followed your gaze and gave you his own chuckle. “Tiny, right?”

“This is what you see every night?” You asked in amazement. 

“Yeah. It’s the only place I can really think.”

The crack in his voice made you turn. There’s pain in his eyes, it’s the first time you really see it. The last few months had blinded you to a lot of things, your frustration and self-pity stealing you away from the one person who meant the most to you.

“Pete—”

“You know what I’d think about?” He pursed his lips. “While I was up here?” Something told you where this was going, but you were too afraid to answer.

“I’d think about you.”

Okay… He was absolutely mad at you. He’d been sparing your feelings because he could tell how miserable you were in that relationship but now, the jig was up. You were done and apparently, so was he. The words were tumbling out before you could stop them. “I’m sorry—” 

“Wha—why?” Peter chuckled humorlessly. “Why are you apologizing?”

“I dunno,” you mumbled. “I know I haven’t really been there lately.”

It was silent. You hesitantly looked at your best friend to find him already staring at you with a look you couldn’t quite place.

“I would think about you,” he repeated pointedly. “For the last two years, I’ve watched you turn yourself into someone, at times, I barely recognized. I’ve watched you shrink yourself slowly until... until...” he never finished and it left you mildly curious, though you weren’t eager to hear an outside perspective of how you’d been played like a guitar string.

“That asshole didn’t deserve you, Y/N. You’re too good, too-too pure, and he didn’t deserve more than a minute of your time...”

You stared at the skyline, your eyes stinging with unshed tears. Peter wasn’t trying to make you feel bad, you knew that, but it stung nonetheless because he was right. 

Then, he softly uttered your name. It was filled with an emotion that struck a nerve deep within you. You nearly choked.

“You’re still the same girl I’ve known since high school. The same girl that wouldn’t hesitate to put Flash Thompson in his place—” you rolled your eyes at the reminder of that dickwad. “You’re still the same girl that sees the good in everyone, and you’re still the same stubborn girl who can get villains to stand down from the sheer force of your will...”

He’s talking about Harry Osborn, and it finally draws a laugh out of you. It wasn’t funny a year ago, when the incident nearly got you killed, but it was enough to make you tearfully laugh now.

“Y/N… you’re still the sun.”

The laugh got paralyzed in your throat, choked down by a small sob of relief. The alleviating realization that the most debilitating aspect of your life was finally gone, a parasite that had been reducing you to ashes, shadowing your brightness and sucking every part of you until you were practically a shell of who you used to be.

There were words your best friend never heard, arguments and disputes no one would ever know, parts of yourself that would take more than an hour to steal back from Nate’s vicious clutch, but you were more than relieved to realize that at the other end of it, there was one thing that he could’ve never taken away from you.

Before you could say anything, Peter uttered one last thing. 

“You’re still the same girl that I’ve always loved.”

A swell of emotions attacked your heart, squeezing and squeezing until the only relief was Peter’s arms. You’re glad that he has such fast reflexes or else you’d both be tumbling off the side of the building. 

There could be multiple meanings behind that statement—and there definitely was— but Peter meant it in the way he knew you needed.

A confession wasn’t something you could handle right now, and it wasn’t something Peter could ever see himself admitting while he still worried about your safety, so he made sure you saw the fond edge in his gaze. The years of friendship and devotion that you two shared.

There weren’t words to describe how you felt about Peter Parker, you could barely make sense of it. But holding him close, feeling his hands around your waist and heartbeat against your ear, you were almost certain that the words that rested at the tip of your tongue held a different meaning than what he’d just said to you.

But you keep it in, afraid to shatter this moment and feeling the long road of healing ahead. It could wait.

This embrace was enough.

yes... this is a little bit of a mess but i’m fairly certain i say that about every single thing i write. also, shameless grey’s anatomy reference because that show has my entire heart and soul. anyway, this request is from MONTHS ago. i am so sorry you sweet anon but if anyone would like to read it, here it finally is. 

hope you’re all having a splendid day. x

— elle <3

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I’ll Always Wait for You

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader (also some Cindy x Peter)

Warnings: Some slight angst, a lil bit of co-dependency (it’s very slight of you read into it but not heavily described)

A/N: wrote this on the train and immediately posted on my phone so this is not proofed and I’m sorry for any typos. just something short and brief I did. Also the formatting of weird because I posted on my phone so I’m super sorry for that :(

It feels weird to see Peter with someone else.

For as long as you could remember it had always been Peter and Y/n. You had known each other practically since diapers seeing as May and your mom were close.

And in all those years of getting to know each other’s crooks and crannies you had never pictured Peter with a girlfriend. Had never imagined him looking at someone else when you were there.

It felt wretched to watch him fall in love with some girl the two of you hardly knew but you couldn’t say why.

Cindy was a lovely girl. She was smart, pretty, and kind, all the basic adjectives that people look for in partners. Cindy was strong willed and had a way of making everyone in the room agree with her. It was never in a malicious way but rather a sense of right and wrong.

Y/n couldn’t understand why she didn’t like Cindy. Why did you feel that Peter would be better suited off with someone else?

It was one of those days where Cindy was crashing the pair's lunch and Peter was all preoccupied with Cindy and her new hairdo.

You could feel your eyes squinting at the pair with jealousy ? No, why would you be jealous? You certainly didn’t want a boyfriend. At least you didn’t think so. Now thinking about it you had never really thought about having a significant other. You had Peter, what else was there to think about?

That night after your midnight call with Peter you stayed up and came up with a mental list of what you want in a partner.

They would have to be smart of course. How else would they be able to understand the complex conversations Peter and you had? Obviously understanding because you were aware of the complications of having a boy best friend. You wouldn’t stand for any internalized misogyny taken outwardly on you. Caring is a big one. Like the one time Peter helped a mean lady cross the street who afterwards hit him with her cane. He still smiled and wished her well and Y/n thinks she’d just about fall in love with anyone who was that kind.

While coming up with this mental list Y/n paused on the thoughts. You thought about how you could fall in love with any person who was like Peter essentially.

Holy shit you were in love with Peter.

Now this revelation ruined your night and the following morning because you had to avoid Peter.

How are you meant to confront your best friend who had a girlfriend that you’re in love with him?

Simple you don’t.

Peter tracks you down at the end of the day and immediately corners you. At that moment you think you may explode. He has this look on his face full of adoration, love, and worriedness. Like you’re the most important person in the world. But you’re not. Cindy is. And so this harsh reality brings you back down to earth where life is cruel. You push past him saying nothing is wrong and that you have to get home. At this he grabs your arm turning you to face him and you melt. He has a pained look on his face as if your truth can stop him from his internal mourning.

You soften and fall into his touch as if you two were in a silent limbo. As you put your hand to his face he closes his eyes and leans into your warmth.

You look at him with so much love and he would never know. It pains you to think he isn’t yours to love. With that you whisper,

“I’m sorry….I love you”

and lean up a bit to kiss him on his cheek. His eyes flutter open and he is on the verge of tears. A few have fallen past your eyes and you smile. A pained broken smile but a smile nonetheless. He takes a gulp and right as he is about to speak when you hear Cindy calling his name out.

She’s his and he’s hers. Your smile tightens and you leave his grasp as he reaches out for you once more you leave the building and Peter thinks he may die. He’s lost you and isn’t sure anything other than you can console his grief.

The following weeks are uncomfortable. Peter is still with Cindy and while you knew the pair wouldn’t break up because of your silly feelings, a part of you hoped, dreamed he would be yours again.

You no longer sit with the pair but every once and a while look up from your current spot to feel eyes on you. Peter has a distant look while Cindy talks to him. Unaware their relationship has completely shifted. He glances at her and does a nod to indicate he is listening to her. You know his mind is elsewhere and you can’t help but feel guilty for ruining your friendship as well as his relationship.

Although you two haven’t spoken in over a month you feel just as in love with him as the day you realized. In a pathetic way you think you could love him forever with the same intensity.

The following week Peter shows up unannounced. Your mom is glad to see him and asks how May is. His response is brief before begging to know if you’re home.

When he comes into your room he is met with your tear stained face and his lip quivers. He knows he is the cause of your pain and he wants to rip his own heart out and beg you to accept it to stop your tears. Neither of you speak. Staring at each other with such intensity and so much emotion there aren’t words to put to it. He speaks first with a simple,

“We broke up.”

Your first reaction is to wrap your arms around him and sooth his back. You feel him crying into your shoulder and you allow him to go through his sadness. He cries for what feels like hours but in reality was only the length of a sitcom run. When he looks up at you from your chest with red puffy eyes he leans up and catches your lips in his own.

You feel escatic he’s finally yours. As you both pour years of loss into the kiss you pull away gasping. You don’t want him like this. You don’t want to be his rebound. You want him at his best first before you can accept his worst.

You tell him this of course and his puppy dog eyes come out faster than you’d like. He begs and grovels at your feet saying you’re all I want.

And while this is everything you want to hear it is not how you want to hear it.

“Peter I love you. I love you so much the past month was agony to be away from you but I can’t be your second choice. I won’t be. I deserve better than that and you know it,” and while you choke on your breath after speaking your truth he grabs your face in his large palms and forces you to look at him in his eyes. They show so much adoration for you and you feel as if you may take your words back but you know you must stay strong. Love mustn’t allow you to change your morals.

“I love you Y/n and I’ll wait as long as you need but I need you to know I only have eyes for you. I’ve only loved you and I only will. I’m your 100% and the reason why I came over here was because I had to let you know. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. The day you kissed me changed my life forever and opened up a new emotion I’d never felt before. When you left I wanted to die. I couldn’t stand the thought of you hurting and I’m sorry it took me to long to end this with her I just hadn’t properly come to my feelings yet but I’ll wait. I’ll wait for you because I love you,” and the way he speaks brings warmth and tightness to your chest. You kiss him once more and part with your forehead resting on his.

“Thank you for waiting for me.”

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The Mission

pairing: Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x Fem!Stark!Reader (adopted)

summary: Y/N was snapped away, and when she returns five years later, she’s shocked at how much Peter has changed. They don’t get along well, so when the mission they're put together on goes horribly wrong, the two have to band together in order to get through it. With their lives on the line, will they be able to stick it out for one another? Or will they be lost in time? (or Y/N and Peter go on the mission to return the stones instead of Steve) (requested by wattled user @/dream_rxses)

word count:  7413

warnings: gun shot wound, talks of death and pain, a bit of angst but also a dash of fluff

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Y/N fell to the ground as one of Thanos' mutts had attacked her. She turned onto her back, trying to get a good aim to blast him. She was having trouble, however, and didn't want to miss the mutt for fear of hitting someone on her team. Her heart raced as she watched the mutt rear it's head back, and she felt her chest tighten as she realized that she hadn't even seen her dad yet. Stephan had said it had been five years, and she was sure her dad was waiting for her.

In a flash of red, the mutt was kicked off of her. She turned to see Thor slice his head off, winking before running again.

He looked... different.

"Y/N," She turned at the sound of her name to see Peter Parker, maskless, towering over her.

"Holy shit," She muttered, pushing herself up and having her own mask be taken off. She knew that it was Peter Parker, of course, but damn. It was apparent he hadn't gotten snapped - his broader shoulders and taller frame made it immediately obvious that Peter Parker was now twenty-one.

Peter Parker was now older than her.

"Parker?" She muttered, watching his eyes widen as she said his name. She remembered Peter as the teenage lab assistant, the high schooler who would do anything she said because he was for some reason infatuated with her.

"Y/N!" She turned to see her dad coming toward her, and Y/N immediately ran to him. She threw herself into his arms, holding on tightly as if she would turn to dust once more. Tony held her head, reminding her of when she was a baby, his breathing quick. "I'm so happy to see you, sweetheart." Tony muttered into her hair, kissing her forehead. Y/N let tears run down her face, holding her father closer as well.

"Dad," Was all she could say, never wanting to let go. True, Tony Stark wasn't her biological father. But it obviously didn't matter much to Y/N. She was abandoned at a young age - she didn't even remember her bio-family. Tony Stark was her father, and he always would be.

"You're here," Tony whispered, arms still tight around her.

"Has it really been five years?" She asked, pulling back. "Is that really Peter Parker?" It was out before she could contain it, and she watched her father's tear streaked face break out into a smile.

"Y/N," Tony said, putting on hand on her shoulder and another on her face. "Pep and I had another daughter." The way he said it, another daughter, a daughter that Y/N hadn't been there for, it made her heart both swell and break at the same time.

"Really?" She muttered, more tears falling down her face. She put a hand on Tony's, wanting to say more when T'Challa kicked away a mutt that was barreling toward Y/N and Tony.

"Can we get back to fighting now?" He asked, causing Y/N and Tony to share a look.

"Be careful out there." Tony squeezed Y/N's shoulder once more before he was off, fighting again.

If she knew that was the last time she would have been able to talk to him, she would have done it differently. She would have said more, asked more.

Now she was running full speed at her father, who was sitting up against part of the crashed spacecraft. She hadn't realized it at first, hadn't noticed that her father had been the one to make the sacrifice until Cap had called her name, tears in his eyes as he looked toward her.

"Dad!" She screamed as she slid down next to him. Pepper had been next to him, but she stepped back slightly next to Rhodey and Peter in order to give Y/N space.

"Y/N," Her father breathed out, barely audible. The whole right side of his body was burned, and it hurt Y/N to look at.

"FRIDAY?" She whispered, putting a hand over his arc reactor.

"Life functions critical." The AI responded, making Y/N's heart shatter into a million pieces that could never be put back together.

"Dad," She couldn't think of anything to say, watching Tony move his mouth slightly as if he were going to speak. She had so much to tell, so much to ask, but none of it sounded good enough for her dying father. She shook her head slightly, throat hurting with the weight of tears that she hadn't yet shed. "You saved me." She took a deep breath, watching Tony's lips upturn slightly. "It's okay, Dad. It's okay." Tony put out a hand, bare against her own, and Y/N smiled at Tony while keeping the tears at bay as she watched his reactor burn out. His hand slipped from hers as his body went slack, and Y/N leaned forward, pressing one last kiss to her father's cheek and letting her tears fall finally. Sobs wracked her body as she leaned her head on his chest. She felt Pepper come over and put a hand on her back, her own cries being heard just barely under Y/N's.

Her father had saved the universe, but he was gone.

~

Peter motherfucking Parker.

He was about to get bitch slapped out of the solar system if he wasn't careful.

"Cap said we had to return the soul stone last." Peter said, making Y/N roll her eyes. They were currently in the 70s, waiting in a small room to hopefully see Tony leave so they could bring the Tesseract back. After this, they only had the time and mind stone, which they were returning to 2012, and the soul stone, which they had to return before 2019.

"Damn, Parker, finally a man yet you're still their little intern." She teased, stopping at an open box and looking inside.

"I don't remember you being this mean." Peter grumbled, arms folded. That made Y/N pause, looking forward.

"If you don't want to have a black eye, I suggest you close your mouth." She turned to him, watching the hurt show on his face.

"Oh, yeah, you definitely weren't this bitchy." Okay, so apparently Peter wasn't as much of a kid as she still thought. The Peter she remembered was super bashful, shy, and reserved. This Peter was still following every single order, but now he had the confidence to make the difference.

"I'm sorry, you try sleeping for five years straight before waking up to your dad dying! Then you can tell me I'm bitchy!" She was definitely too loud, but Peter just stood taller, eyes narrowed.

"You think it was so easy for those of us that stayed? I'm terrified that at any given moment everyone will disappear again! I lost almost everything!" He cried, and Y/N took a deep breath, because she had lost her dad, but Peter had lost his friends, his aunt, his mentor. In that group, May was the only one he was still close with.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mea-"

"What are you two doing down here?" A man asked, gun raised as he stepped into the light of the room. Y/N eyebrows shot to her forehead in surprise; neither Peter nor her had any weapons. They thought that they would be in and out. "Hold your hands up slowly. Drop what you have in your left hand!" The man commanded. Y/N set the tesseract in the box as she raised both hands. Now, the two just needed to get their nano suits on and-

"Sorry! Sorry, sir. My wife and I, we just got married. We were looking for some alone time, if ya know what I mean." Peter winked, and Y/N tried to play the part even though she still wanted to throat punch Peter.

"Alright." The man lowered his gun, and Y/N sighed in relief. "Just let me see some ID and you two can be on your way." Shit. They didn't have any ID - not even their own, which wouldn't have been helpful anyway since it said they were born in the 'future.'

"Honey, could you give this man our IDs?" Peter asked, and Y/N nodded, taking this as a sign to change into the suit and fight. The two sorely misjudged the timing, however, and the security guard had his gun raised as soon as Peter had pressed the button. Just as Peter had shot the web to disarm him, he had already let off a fire. The bullet grazed Y/N's side, hitting her PYM Particles and causing them to shatter to the ground. Peter quickly knocked the man out by pulling his face into a desk, turning quickly to see Y/N with her hands on her side.

"Are you alright?"

"No!" The words had barely left Peter's mouth when she yelled back at him. His hands were outstretched on both sides of her, but he wasn't sure what to do. "I can't get back now! I can't leave the 40's!"

Oh shit.

"Fuck, okay," Peter ran a hand through his hair, still staring at the blood pouring from Y/N's side. He was surprised that wasn't her first complaint. "Okay, we have to go to Plan B." Peter nodded, both hands pressed together against his lips.

"We have a Plan B?" Y/N asked, voice high pitched due to the pain of her injury. "Does it involve a hospital? Or at least pain killers?" Y/N asked through clenched teeth.

"No," Peter said, trying to ignore the look of anger on Y/N face at that response. "I mean yes, but in the future like-" Peter's senses started to go off, and he turned to punch at the security guard, who was not as knocked out as Peter originally thought. He spun around, the security guard already throwing a punch. Peter ducked, kicking his legs out from under the guy. The security guard grabbed Peter's shoulder as he fell, and Peter rolled forward as he landed on his back. He rolled over to get up, but the security guard was already jumping up and stomping Peter's side.

Shattering the PYM Particles.

Y/N let out a cry as Peter flipped around once more and brought his legs up to take the man to the ground, where he hit his head again. Peter hoped this would knock him out more.

"We're stuck here." Y/N muttered, looking at the broken vials on the ground. Peter got up quickly, seeing Y/N's face slack and her eyes wide and filled with worry and sadness.

"No! Well, not forever. In the meantime, yes." Peter put a hand on Y/N's side, which made her let out a groan.

"We have no PYM Particles!" Y/N cried out, breathing quickly. Peter took a deep breath. "That was your Plan B, wasn't it? To go back to the present?"

"It was actually to send you to get help and hopefully then someone would come back for me." Peter corrected, looking around. "Alright, this is definitely the worst time to be stuck in. Cap's already in ice, everyone else either doesn't exist yet or is a toddler." Peter took a deep breath, trying to think. This was worst case scenario, and they had no way out. He thought about if the Avengers had noticed yet - if Peter and Y/N were able to get back to present day, then the Avengers wouldn't have noticed. If they were stuck, well then the Avengers already knew.

And the world could possibly be ending, because they still had three Infinity Stones left to put back. So it's couldn't be that bad, right?

But what if they were stuck? That meant they'd have to live here for years, alone with no friends or family, unless the Avengers had somehow found them. They'd have to wait until 2023, fifty years in the future, to reintroduce themselves to anyone. By then, they'd be older than all their friends.

"It's not like we could have stayed with them anyway. They don't know who we are!" Y/N freaked out, wincing and gritting her teeth as she tried to block out the pain of the literal gun shot wound in her side.

"Well it's better than knowing literally no one and having no help!" Peter defended, thinking Y/N would snap back and they would figure out a plan together.

"Shit, Peter," Y/N said, tears falling from her eyes. It surprised him, how serious she was, but even as he thought it he felt guilty. He wasn't the one in pain. "I barely even got to know Morgan! I won't be able to be there for her! I won't know what it's like to have a sister!" She cried, and Peter tried to keep his tears at bay. He had a plan.

Of course.

The plan.

He didn't have a plan.

"We'll figure it out. We have to. Tony and Cap came here to get the Tesseract, and in order to do that they had to of gotten more Particles. We'll find them. But first, we need rest, and you need to be bandaged up." Peter smiled at her, and Y/N grimaced. She didn't care about her stupid wound that was making her torso throb, because without the PYM Particles it wouldn't matter if she were alive or not.

"We're stuck in 1970, Peter! My father isn't even alive!" Y/N screamed.

That's when it clicked for Peter.

"What if they're still here?" He asked, turning and running. Y/N followed him as quickly as she could, hissing in pain as she held her side. She knew exactly what Peter was talking about, and she was hoping against hope that maybe, just maybe, her father and Steve were still in the 70s.

"We don't know where they are." She said, leaning against the wall of the elevator, head thrown back in pain.

"Can you stop being so goddamn negative for one second?" Peter begged, looking at her and feeling his heart crack at the sight of her in pain. She was strong about it, but being shot was never a good feeling.

"I'm sorry, I have a fucking bullet wound right now!" She screamed, tears falling out of her eyes quickly.

"It's just a skim." Peter said, regretting the words as soon as they came out of his mouth. He watched Y/N turn her face to him slowly, and his eyes widened.

"Parker, sometimes I think you want to get punched." Y/N groaned, breathing heavily through her nose.

"I didn't mean that." Peter said quickly, almost talking over her.

"Then why'd you say it?" She asked as she pushed herself away from the elevator. Peter noticed her hands were now covered in blood, and he knew they were going to draw attention. They pressed the button on their bracelets to make their suits come off, and Peter saw Y/N's side was covered in blood. They would still draw attention to themselves.

"We're gonna have to make this sneaky." Peter said, but Y/N shook her head.

"We can't change the future anyway. We need to find my dad, and then get back to the present." She told him, walking straight out of the base and looking around. She spotted a familiar face, but it wasn't the one they were looking for.

Howard Stark, technically her grandfather, was facing toward her, talking to someone else.

"They're still here!" Peter exclaimed as the two hid behind some boxes. Sure, they couldn't change the future, but it wouldn't hurt to be out of plain sight and draw less attention that could potentially ruin their mission. Well, ruin it more than it already had been.

"What? How do you know?" Y/N asked, still not taking her eyes off of Howard.

"Isn't that your Dad?" Peter pointed to the man that Howard was talking to, who had just looked off to the side and gestured to the case he was holding.

"Oh my God," Seeing her father, so full of life, made her eyes prick with tears. It made her heart burst because he was alive here and shatter because she would never see him like this again. She wanted to take it all in, but Peter was pulling her up before she was ready.

"Come on, he's leaving!" Peter said, running to where Tony and Steve were meeting up. Y/N hobbled behind him, trying to ignore the pain in her side. The two heroes had just suited up when they came into view, and Y/N felt her heart leave her body. "Mr. Stark!" Tony's head turned but he was gone before their eyes could even meet.

Y/N let out a cry as her side pulsed. She fell to the ground, still clutching her bleeding wound, and Peter was on the ground next her.

"Why did we think that would work? Steve would have told us if they saw us in the 70s." Y/N cried. She felt defeated, knowing there was no way out of this. They were stuck.

"We'll figure out a new plan. Maybe we can ask Peggy, or-or, um-"

"And say what? Hey, we're from the future and we know who you are even though you don't have a clue about us?" Y/N asked, lifting her head up. They were making a scene now, and Peter looked around with a worried glance before grabbing her and helping her up.

"Let's just get to a safe house and then we can devise a plan after we fix you." Peter led her out of the compound.

"What safe house?" Y/N asked, looking at Peter as if he were crazy. What safe house could Peter possible be referencing? They had no way of knowing if their safe houses from the present were built this far back, or if someone else from SHIELD would be staying in it.

"There's one really close to this base, about a mile away. Close enough for us to walk." Peter told her, continuing through the people until they made it around the building and out onto the road.

"I'm so tired," Y/N muttered. The weight of her wound was hitting her hard, and she had been alert for awhile now.

"No, no, no," Peter told her, putting his arms around her and letting her lean on him. "Come on, there will be supplies in the safe house." Y/N couldn't even think about how Peter knew this, how he knew there was a safe house and how he was leading them to it without a map.

"Maybe we should have gone to the hospital." Y/N muttered before she closed her eyes and let go.

~

When she woke up, she was in an unfamiliar room. The pain in her side came roaring at her, and she groaned. She had no recollection of how she got to this room, but she assumed it was the safe house. It was dark, and she had no idea what time it was.

"Here, eat dinner and then you can have some pain killers." Peter told her, putting the bowl of cereal and glass of water on the bedside table.

"What happened?" Y/N rasped, letting Peter help her sit up. She realized she was back in her normal clothes, the ones the Avengers had chosen specifically incase they had to interact with people. It was a blouse and some slacks, an outfit that would have looked fine in the 70s and 2012. The only place it didn't was Asgard, but there wasn't much they could do about that. Luckily, they were able to quickly inject Jane and get out of there before anyone else had seen them, which was better than Thor and Rocket on their go.

And now they're here, covered in blood.

"I tried to fix you up, but we need to get back to the present. We need a game plan." Peter sat on the bed next to her, grabbing a water glass from the nightstand and helping her drink it. Her side was throbbing, and she knew she hadn't been given any pain medication.

"The problem is no one knows us." Y/N told him, sighing as she leaned her head back.

"Let's go through everyone we know. Your dad is about to be born, which means Steve is already in ice. Thor didn't come to Earth until 2011."

"Exactly. We need to find someone was in New Jersey in the seventies." Y/N said. Peter nodded.

"Let's just go through all the Avengers. Rapid fire." Peter suggested, and Y/N nodded.

An hour and a half later, Peter was laying on top of the covers with Y/N still under them, shivering. Not a good sign.

"Who are we missing?" Y/N asked, eyes closing. Her head was spinning. They had gone through the obvious people, like Nick Furry (way to young and not in New Jersey; same with Phil Coulson), all of the original heroes (none were alive - except Thor, who they had previously agreed was off world), and all the newer ones. The problem was, even if they were alive, they were too young to help.

"We have Peggy, but she's a last resort. We don't know enough about her to get her to trust us, and we don't have a way of meeting her yet." Peter sighed, trying to think through how they would talk to Peggy if it came down to it.

"What about parents? We could ask Howard Stark?" Y/N suggested, opening her eyes to speak before closing them again. In all honestly, she did want to meet her grandfather. She also may have already been delirious, the pain driving her crazy even though she had just woken up.

"And tell him what? What can we say to make him believe us?" Peter turned to her on his side, then narrowed his eyes as he looked at her. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." She answered, opening her eyes and looking at him. Her side was throbbing in pain and she wanted to just pass out and forget about it.

"We're gonna figure this out," Peter told her, scooting closer. It was dark outside by now, and the two probably needed to sleep. Y/N took a deep breath, forcing herself up. Peter jumped up when he realized what was happening, and he quickly made his way over to help her stand. She made her way, slowly, to the bathroom, not saying a word as she shut the door and turned on the shower.

Peter laid on the bed, his mind racing. It seemed like the only thing he could think that was remotely possible would be to find Fury or Coulson, hoping at least one of them was already in SHIELD - it was a shot in the dark, because they both knew that the two weren't that old. Even if they were, how would he get them to believe him? He wouldn't even believe himself. He didn't have any intel that he could use to make them believe him - most of what he knew was from the future. He'd have to wait until something big in history happened, something like... like...

The only thing he could prove at the moment was the Elvis Presley died in 1977, which was seven years from where they were.

Fuck.

Peter was so lost in thought, trying to figure out concrete evidence, that he didn't even notice Y/N walking slowly out of the bathroom, bloodstained shirt and black slacks still on.

"Do you think they have extra clothes here?" Y/N asked, toweling out her hair. She looked uncomfortable in the clothes she had on, and Peter knew the feeling all too well - they'd done all their missions in these clothes. She only had a clean bandage.

The two searched the small house, looking in random cupboards and hideaways until they finally found two sets of clothes in the living room - a pair of pajamas and a casual outfit for both of them. The two quickly took out the pajamas and changed, and Y/N released a sigh when she was finally in comfortable, clean clothes. She set her old clothes aside and let herself fall onto the bed softly, sighing in pain because of her side and in pleasure because she was exhausted.

"We should go to Howard." Y/N said, staring up at the ceiling so she wouldn't watch Peter get dressed.

"And say what?" Peter asked as he put on the white shirt. It was too big for him, and he had to roll the pants up like a child, which made Y/N calm down a little. He looked more like the Peter she used to know. The one she thought of as a kid and didn't think was hot as hell.

It was weird even now to think that Peter Parker was attractive, because in her mind she had barely noticed him a couple months ago. Now he was broader, his arms actually filling out the suit. He was still short, but he had gotten a little taller and that made Y/N even more pissed.

Y/N didn't have an answer to his question, so she just listened as he laid down on the other side of the bed. The two were silent, their thoughts running rampant as they tried to figure out how the hell to get out of the 70s.

"This whole time thing is so weird." Y/N said, voicing her thoughts. It was weird to exist at a time that her parents - bio and adopted, hadn't existed in.

"Yeah." Peter agreed, not turning to look at her. "I'm conflicted, because if we're stuck here, the Avengers already know. They would have known within ten seconds of us leaving, because we wouldn't have come back. But that means that we would have died, before they became the Avengers, right? Because if we were alive, why wouldn't we have gone to them? And if we did go to them, why would they have let us go on this mission where they knew we got stuck?" Peter's logic was twisting Y/N's brain, and she shook her head.

"We're getting out of here, Peter."

"That's the thing, though. What if we aren't?" He turned to her now, and she turned her head to see his eyes wide and moist, which surprised her. "I mean, what if this is just how we die? We have no way of getting back. You have a bullet wound, and," Peter shook his head, moving back to lay down once more.

"They would come get us. They know we're putting the stones back." She tried to reassure him.

"But they have to guess when we are. They're not behind us, because they would have already been here. So either we get out on our own, or the aren't coming." Peter said, groaning at his own logic. He wasn't sure how it made sense.

"Peter," Y/N started, her voice soft. When Peter continued to stare at the ceiling, Y/N let out a grunt as she shifted to lay on the side of her body that wasn't injured. "Peter, look at me." She said more forcefully. He turned slightly, a couple tears falling from his face. "We will figure this out. Maybe after we sleep." She added, eyes closing as she felt her body relax.

She fell asleep quickly and didn't have any dreams.

~ Y/N woke up completely on her back, pressure on her front. She blinked her eyes open slowly, yawning as she looked down to see Peter's arm across her chest. This immediately made her heart race, his fingers tickling her side. She blushed until the pain in her side kicked into gear. She pushed his arm off of her, groaning and sitting up. Peter grumbled, and she used the light from the windows to check her wound.

"Oh, that looks bad." Peter spoke as he leaned over her to see the the blood soaked gauze.

"It hurts bad," She groaned out, breathing through her teeth.

"We need to do something." Peter was worried; he wasn't sure what to do. He wasn't sure if he should take her to the hospital, if they would even be able to help her, if they would throw the two of them into a jail cell because there was no record of them. He got up and walked through the house to grab his clothes, thinking the whole time. Peggy was a good option, but they didn't know her well enough.

The only thing he could do was get PYM Particles somehow and-

"Holy shit," He muttered, running into the bedroom. He began pacing as he thought out a plan - he wasn't sure how he hadn't figured it out before. "I know what Tony and Steve were doing here. Why they went to this time." For this to work, he was going to have to take a risk. He wasn't sure how many particles he was going to be able to grab, and with the bare minimum he would be stuck on Vormir.

But Y/N would be okay.

"Are you going to share?" She hissed out, jaw clenched in pain.

"I'm going to get the PYM Particles from the base. I don't know how many I'll be able to grab, but it will be enough to get you to New York and me to Vormir. In New York, you need to put the stones back and find Hank Pym, or wherever his lab may be, and get enough to go back to 2023." Peter said quickly, still thinking through it.

"But you'll be stuck at Vormir." She whispered, sitting up. He shook his head.

"Only until someone comes to get me. Once you're in the present, you have to get more Particles, get someone to find me." He was already getting dressed, right there, and she closed her eyes and leaned back.

"But Hank would have to make more. And what if I don't make it out of 2012?" She asked, heart racing as she realized that she could die in 2012. She was sure the wound was infected, and if she didn't get help soon then she wouldn't make it.

"Y/N," Peter was suddenly next to her, and she opened her eyes to see Peter sitting there, only his jeans on. She tried not to look at him too hard. "You're gonna make it out of 2012." He reached forward and pushed some hair out of her face, rubbing his thumb along her cheek to comfort her. He frowned, however, feeling her forehead warm.

"You don't know that," She said, closing her eyes again. Peter didn't stop his comforting motion, and Y/N tried to keep her heart from racing. She hadn't known Peter - this version of Peter - for very long, and she had hated him two days ago.

"I do," His voice was soft, and Y/N wasn't sure if it was actually him or if the fever was getting to her. "Because if you had gotten stuck in 2012, the Avengers would know, and they'd go find you." He was reassuring her, and she felt herself calm down slightly. He got up, and she tried to get up too.

"You said it yourself, they wouldn't know. If we got the stones back and then died, they'd have no way of finding us." She was unraveling, and Peter just walked over to her side of the bed and put his arms around her.

"They have always found you, Y/N. They knew you in 2012. They will find you." He soothed, and she just nodded as he let go over her and walked away.

"We have to get enough for you to come back." She said, slowly making her way to the living room to grab her clothes.

"We aren't going!" He yelled to her as he shuffled out of the room, still putting on clothes. Peter's were a lot like his previous clothes - slacks and a button up, now including a tie - but Y/N had to wear a dress. At least it made it easier to put on. By the time Peter had buttoned his shirt, Y/N was groaning at the zipper.

"I need some help." She muttered, not listening to what he had been saying. "I can't reach around."

"You don't need a dress because you aren't coming." He had his hands on his hips, a look of annoyance on his face. Y/N matched him with a hand on her noninjured side.

"We need to leave as soon as possible!" She defended. She reached around, hissing in pain as she tried to zip her dress. Peter sighed and walked over to stop her, zipping her dress. She was glad it started further up, and not near her ass, because she still let out a shaky breath as Peter's knuckles brushed her skin. It was silent as Peter stood close behind her, even though he had zipped the dress all the way up. She suppressed a gasp as his hand lightly rested on her side over the gauze. She could barely feel it because of the throbbing she felt from the inside, so it didn't hurt anymore than she had gotten used to.

"We should have rewrapped it." He said, and Y/N felt his breath next to her; he was standing so close.

"Probably." She whispered, turning to him. She felt her heart race as she realized the blood was soaking through not only the gauze but the dress as well - good thing it was a dark color.

"You're going to call Hank, tell him, um," Peter snapped his fingers as he tried to think of a good excuse. "Was he married to Janet?" He asked, as if Y/N would know.

"She 'died' in 1987, so probably not yet." She replied, walking slowly to put her tennis shoes on.

"Okay, what about his mom?" Peter asked, putting his own shoes on as well.

"We need to lure him out of his office." Y/N said, taking a deep breath and trying to will her pain away somehow. It wasn't working very well.

"If Tony and Steve stole Particles yesterday, then he's gong to be on high alert. We're going to have to get creative." Peter stood, eyeing Y/N. She was obviously struggling, but he knew that she was right; the faster they could get to the times they needed to, she would get better sooner and they would be done with this nightmare over with.

"We could tell him we heard about the robbery of his Particles and the police need to talk to him." She suggested, and Peter snapped his fingers - she had it.

"We're going to have to be quick about it and find a room that he can meet the 'police' in." Peter said as they both stood.

"Just say downstairs." Y/N said, wishing she had some kind of pain medication.

"Right," Peter nodded, grabbing her hand and helping her up. He was helping her walk. "You're going to sneak into the office and call Hank."

"How am I gonna sneak in?" Y/N asked as they left the house. It felt weird to leave the house without anything. She wasn't sure she'd be able to walk very far unassisted, especially not showing pain.

"Just walk up and look professional. If someone questions you, you question them." She smiled slightly at Peter's advice - it was weirdly good. "When you call, sound concerned, but not too concerned. I'll be waiting by the door, and I'll sneak in to the grab them."

What could go wrong?

~

Y/N raced to the rendezvous point - well, as fast as she could go. When she got there, Peter was already there, handing her PYM Particles.

"Set your coordinates," He told her, and she nodded, putting in 2012, New York. She look up at Peter, who was putting in his own coordinates.

"Sync up," She said as he looked at her. He stared at her for a second too long, making her nervous.

"On my mark." He took a deep breath, thumb hovering over the button. "3, 2, 1," She only realized once she pressed the button that he had never told her if he got enough to get out of Vormir.

And fuck, he hadn't told her his coordinates - so she had no idea what year he had gone to.

Y/N appeared on top of the Sanctum Sanatorium, right where she wanted to be. She knew she wouldn't be able to bring back both of the stones, so her plan was to give them to the Ancient One and hope she would help.

Her heart was racing and she felt like she was going to be sick. The pain in her side was ramping up, and she felt more and more ill at the thought that Peter was lost and she wasn't even back yet and she was sure they were both dead.

"Back so soon?" A soft voice made Y/N turn. She assumed she didn't look too great, because she watched the Ancient One's eyes widen.

"I need," Y/N had to pause and try not to throw up, especially after traveling through the Quantum Realm. She didn't want to think about the fact that Peter could have been stuck on Vormir. She fell to her knees as she tried to reach into her pocket and grab the stones. She steadied herself on one hand, taking a deep breath before grabbing the stones and reaching out. "I need you to use the time stone and put the mind back into-" She was sure she was about to die, she was sure she was going to just throw up all her insides, and she wasn't sure how long she could stay awake. She had been through so much pain, and she didn't know how she was still alive, honestly.

"I will." The Ancient One grabbed the stones, putting the time stone in the Eye of Agemotto first before grabbing the mind stone. "You need to go to the hospital."

"I was shot yesterday," Y/N was shaking, freezing cold now. The Ancient One instantly reached forward.

"Don't worry," That was the last thing she heard before she passed out.

~

Once Y/N had stollen the PYM Particles - much harder this time, since she had to sneak out of the hospital that the Ancient One had sent her to, she set the coordinates and made it back to the present.

"Where's Peter," Is what they all asked at once as Y/N fell to her knee, a hand on her gauze. Actually, she wasn't sure if they all said it or if one person's voice was just rattling and echoing in her head. She had gotten stitches, but she had left before she was supposed to. She also realized as her nano suit came off that she was still in her hospital gown, since they took her clothes and she wasn't able to grab them before her escape. They weren't her clothes anyway - her own clothes were in the 70s.

"What happened?" Bruce asked as Steve rushed forward to her, helping her up.

"Is Peter here?" Y/N asked, trying not to breathe to heavily and bust her stitches. She was looking around, but everything looked the same as when she had left. She knew that Peter hadn't gotten enough PYM Particles, but she could hope. If he was there, then she would be able to just pass out and be able to sleep peacefully.

"No, why wasn't he with you?" Bucky asked, him and Sam walking forward. They were all confused as to why Peter and Y/N had split up, and why they hand't met back up at the same time.

"Why the hell are you in a hospital gown?" Sam asked as he took her in. She leaned against Steve, exhausted.

"Fuck," Y/N said, falling once more. Steve had his arms around her, but pulled at her stitches as she fell and he tried to grab her. "He's on Vormir." She groaned out, feeling a stitch pop. She tried not to scream at the pain, and she just wanted everything to be over. She wanted to go back to five years ago, before everyone was snapped, and somehow stop it from happening.

But if she stopped it from happening, however that would have played out, then Peter would still be younger than her. He wouldn't be the Peter she had come to know and the Peter she had argued with their entire trip. He wouldn't be the Peter who risked his life for her, who trapped himself of Vormir so that she could get help and survive.

"What the fresh hell?" Sam stepped onto the platform and looked at her side, which was starting to soak the hospital gown in blood. She had almost forgotten the pain as she thought about Peter, but it came crashing back and she felt it flood through her body and into her head. All she could think about was the pain.

And Peter. Peter, who was stuck on Vormir.

"You have to get to him." She looked at the heroes, barely able to keep her eyes open. It felt like the pain was forcing her eyelids down, like a large weight. She was exhausted, and she knew that if she just went to sleep then she wouldn't have to deal with the pain for longer. "Please, you have to get him." She fell further, making Steve fall with her in order to keep her supported.

"What happened? When is he?" Steve asked, trying to keep her awake.

"I was shot," She muttered, eyes closing. A hand to her face - Sam's hand - was comforting until he pinched her cheek, making her eyes open more. "The rest of the stones - they're returned. Just - we need Peter. Peter." She repeated, and this time she was out. Colors swam above her as she opened her eyes once more, only for them to be weighed down.

"Y/N?" Steve shook her slightly, but she was too tired, in too much pain to wake up for anything. "Where is he?" She took one breath, trying to force herself to wake up enough for this.

"Vormir," She muttered, body going slack as it began to shut down. "He's on Vormir."

~

When she woke up, she was in pain. She's pretty sure that's what woke her up, and when she opens her eyes she sees Peter. She almost doesn't believe her eyes, staying very still and blinking slowly incase this was some kind of illusion. She was sitting up slightly, so their faces were close.

"I heard you freaked out." He muttered, grabbing her hand. She just stared at him, disbelief evident on her face.

"How did they find you?" She asked, causing Peter to chuckle.

"I went to Vormir right after Clint and Nat in 2014. I could have gone any time between then and 2018, when Thanos went." He leaned forward and pushed some of her hair out of her face. "I'm lucky they checked there first." Y/N put her hand on his face, still not believing it. How had she not realized that there were only four years he could have gone?

"God, I freaked out over nothing!" She let her hand drop, looking up at the ceiling. Her mind had been so jumbled - granted, she had been shot - she had completely forgotten about the fact that there was only four years Peter could have gone to, not since the beginning of time. And of course, they had been instructed to return the stones to the place they had been taken - of course Peter would go to the moment Natasha and Clint had gotten it.

"Well, you had been shot." Peter smirked, grabbing her hand and making her cheeks heat up slightly. "And we both know you fell madly in love with me." Y/N scoffed at Peter, trying not to show anything.

"As if," She couldn't look at him, because of course she had fallen for Peter. Her world had practically ended when she thought that he was stuck. Her and Peter needed each other, she realized. They had both lost so much, and although they both had their moments, Y/N knew she wasn't going to make it through without him.

"Oh, so Steve was lying when he said that you came back and split your stitches because you were hysterical?" Peter squeezed her hand and she could hear the smile in his voice.

"That's a little dramatic, don't ya think?" She asked, finally looking at him. He was smirking. "I had to sneak out of a hospital to get back, alright?" It was obvious that she was bluffing.

"Sure." He finally leaned in and kissed her, and she felt her heart race as their lips touched.

//

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(if your name is crossed out then for some reason i cannot tag you)

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #peter parker angst #spider-man #spider man #spider man imagine #spider man x reader #spider-man imagine #tom holland spiderman x reader

[sexualtensiongrowing21]

Masterlist

I decided that a masterlist would be most helpful in navigating my writing. So here is a list of shows and movies I write for.

*I am open to requests and will write about anything and most characters. I am open to sfw and nsfw for most characters!*

AO3 // Wattpad // TikTok

Teenwolf

Stiles Stilinski

Isaac Laney

Scott McCall

Liam Dunbar

Theo Raken

Harry Potter Universe

Draco Malfoy

Theo Nott

Harry Potter

Sebastian Sallow

Ominis Gaunt

Marvel

Spider-man //Tom Holland and Andrew Garfield

Bucky Barnes

My life with the Walter Boys

Cole Walter

Alex Walter

MISC

Captain Hook //Once Upon a Time

Peter Pan //Once Upon a Time

Peeta Mellark //Hunger Games

Mike Schmidt //FNAF

Series

Teenwolf

Fur, Fangs, Forbidden Feelings //Stiles Stilinski x OFC

Veiled Dreams //Liam Dunbar X OFC

Harry Potter

As the sun sets //Theo Nott x OFC

*I will write smut, but all smut will be 18+ Read at your own risk,*

#masterlist #stiles stilinski #teen wolf stiles #harry potter #ao3 fanfic #Imagine list #teenwolf fanfiction #harry potter imagine #Spider-man imagine #wannabe writer #fanfiction #Sabastian Sallow #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #draco malfoy #Theodore Nott #blaise zabini #Teenwolf #Harry Potter #scott mccall imagine #isaac lahey #writers on tumblr #masterpost

[alloftheimaginesblog]

webcam {peter parker}

inspired by a post by @dailyau

We're the only two with our cameras on on this Zoom call and you are so pretty AU

character: peter parker x female reader

For college, you had enrolled in an extra advanced bioscience course, it helped to get your grade up and it was only two hours a week. It was a Saturday morning so it took up a small part of your weekend but it covered 10% of your overall grade so you were happy to do so. It was a lot of just listening to the tutor explain things and the PowerPoints were always sent to you afterwards so all you had to do was show face and you could catch up on the reading at a later date.

You were sitting at your desk trying your best to look interested as the tutor droned on and on. You noticed that you and one other person had your cameras on, aside from the lecturer. His name was Peter, you read off his screen. He looked to be around your age and looked as interested in the course as you did. He was tapping his pencil against his lip as his other hang ran through his hair. He was quite handsome, you thought before shaking yourself out of thoughts about boys and tried once more to concentrate...

It wasn't long before your eyes wandered back to the mysterious Peter.

Peter Parker sat with his eyes glued to the screen trying to look interested but all he could focus on was you. You weren't doing the same course and he'd not seen you around campus so he could only assume you went to a different college too. You were... gorgeous. He couldn't concentrate on anything but the grainy image of you with your hair in a messy bun and the way your nose scrunched in concentration.

He cleared his throat, rubbing a tired hand over his face as he tried to stop staring at you. He grabbed his latest spider trinket and began to fiddle with it but it didn't take long before his eyes found their way back to you. You were sipping some coffee was it? Tea? He wondered if you liked coffee, what kind of coffee was your favourite? A latte? Black? Maybe he could take you out for coffee.

Feeling a little brave, Peter moved his mouse so that the cursor hovered over your video. "(y/n)..." He murmured softly, "pretty." His eyes darted to the mute button just making sure he was definitely muted before he right clicked on your video. A list of options appeared and Peter selected Send Message.

For about ten minutes, he typed, deleted and retyped a message over and over again. Peter never did anything like this, he wasn't usually so brave or so bold but maybe it was the coffee he'd downed at 8am but he was sending you something, he just wasn't sure what. Eventually he settled for something and with a deep breath he hit Send.

Peter Parker: @(yourname) hi so this is random and hopefully not weird but it's just me and you with webcams on and i just want to tell you that you are so unbelievably pretty. I'm Peter. Peter Parker by the way.

He waited with baited breath and could see the moment you read the message as a wide smile crept onto your face and your hand pressed against your face bashfully. He grinned.

"Mr Parker," the lecturer's voice sounded, breaking his happiness, "I appreciate that you this Miss (Y/L/N) is unbelievably pretty but please send her these messages using the private function. Right click and select Send Private Message... And do it out with my lesson. Thank you."

Peter's face fell and his cheeks immediately turned bright red, "Oh, fuck!" He hissed as he scrambled up to sit up straighter in his seat. Quickly he hit the unmute button, "I am so, so sorry!" He panicked, "I-I'm sorry!"

The lecturer rolled their eyes but the hint of a smile was on his face as he continued.

Messages pinged in which made Peter hide his head in his hands.

Helen L.: lmao cringe parker

John P: he's right, she's pretty

Sheryl M: i'd die if that happened to me smh

Jadyn A: yo pete sorry that happened my guy

Peter spared a glance at the screen to see that you were fanning at your face, you must've been rather embarrassed by that all too. Peter debated whether or not to send you an apology message, he hadn't meant to put you in the centre of attention like that but a minute later, a message dinged from you.

(y/n): This is how you send private messages, dummy.

Peter: im so fucking embarrassed im so sorry

(y/n): Don't be, most exciting thing to happen today. A cute boy calls me pretty? As Charlie Sheen once said... winning.

Peter laughed.

Peter: I meant it. You are seriously the prettiest girl I've ever seen.

(y/n): thank you peter parker. what college are you at

Peter: ESU, you?

(y/n): NYU. You near Brooklyn?

Peter: Queens so yeah decently close, why?

(y/n): well you can't embarrass me like that in front of the whole class and not take me for lunch or coffee or something right? ;)

Peter: seriously? i'd love to! when suits cause i would love to take you out if youre serious

(y/n): here's my number, text me and we can figure it out

Peter: Amazing! I'll text you as soon as this lesson wraps up

He was smiling like an idiot but he noticed that you were too. The last twenty minutes of the lecture dragged in, his foot tapped impatiently on the floor, he was itching to text you, itching to get to know the pretty girl behind the camera. And as soon as the lecturer said goodbye, Peter left the zoom call and grabbed his phone to text you. He hadn't felt this good about something - someone - in a long time so why would he wait? Why not dive in head first?

#one shot #os #imagine #peter parker x you #peter parker x reader #reader insert #peter parker imagine #peter parker #marvel #spider-man #spiderman imagine #spider-man imagine #mcu #prompt

[backtothefanfiction]

His Favourite Place | tasm!Peter x Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: You want to study. Peter has other plans.

A/N: Just another short little Peter drabble before I go to sleep. Enjoy.

“Don’t look at me like that.” You say as you look across your room at him. “Don’t look at me like that.” You say again more quickly, your shoulders rising, cheeks blushing, eyes darting to the floor.

“Don’t look at you like what?” He tries to frown his eyebrows and make his face look more serious, but he can’t hold it, a playful smile adorning the corners of his mouth.

“You know what look.” You protest as you slam your notebook down on your folded knees. The movement rocks you back and forth slightly on the old springy dorm room mattress.

“Nope, no, I- I don’t know what you…”

“You know exactly what I mean. You do that look with your stupid doe eyes and you make them glisten and look extra warm and brown and- and” you shake your head from side to side as you try to not get distracted by his cute and handsome face.

“And- and I what.” He mocks softly.

“Uhhhg. No. We are not going up there!” You protest.

“Oh come on.” He says as he begins to roll the desk chair across the room towards you. “Just for a little bit.” He says with a soft smile and shake to his own head.

“No.” You say shaking your head right back as he leans forward, placing his hands on your legs and slowly moving the notebook and pen off your lap. “No, Peter we can’t, we have work to do.”

“Come on. Just for a little bit.” He says again, still soft and encouraging as he tries to win you over. He reaches for your hands and you are hesitant but you let him. “Just for a little bit.” He whispers as he rolls the chair backwards with his toes as he pulls you off the bed.

You plant your feet on the ground and look down at him as he looks up at you pleadingly, his eyes melting your soul and wearing you down. You reach up to wrap your arms around his shoulders, his hands resting on your hips as he inches the chair forward slightly and your legs slot in between his open ones.

You groan as you let your head fall onto the top of his in defeat cuddling into him. You feel his shoulders move, a breathy chuckle chuffing against your stomach. “Just for a little bit.” You begrudgingly agree.

He lifts his head to look at you, a big goofy grin breaking out across his face.

*****

A couple minutes later, your feet are hitting the ground again, and by the ground you mean a ledge at the very top of the Empire State Building. You can’t deny it’s breathtaking up here. And as you take a seat, as far back from the edge as you can get, you look over to Peter eating a donut out of the bag of mini ones you’d just collected, back lit by the rest of the New York City skyline, you know you could never deny Peter of his favourite place.

#tasm!peter parker #peter Parker #short #drabble #fluff #Spider-Man #oneshot #andrew garfield!peter parker imagine #andrew peter parker #andrew garfield spiderman #Spider-Man imagine #the amazing spider man #Peter Parker imagine #Peter Parker x reader #tasm!peter x reader #tasm!peter fluff

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

as it was

pairing: peter parker x sister!reader

WC: 3K

warnings: small mentions of anxiety, maybe some cursing, just no way home angst. there is no physical description of reader, so you could read this as adopted!reader or however.

summary: you feel like there’s something missing from your life when may dies. you just aren’t sure what that thing is.

A/N: i started this april 11, 2022. something just came upon me to start writing for this draft again. i dont live in nyc so ignore all directions. my own gif (that’s why it’s shit)

@alecmores my editor💗

been in the drafts since march 25

masterlist

You were sitting in front of her grave.

The cold chill of New York winter settles into your bones. The trees were barren of any leaves with autumn having left a few weeks ago, no snowfall yet thankfully. The grass has been freshly cut along with some watering causing you to sit in a bit of wet grass, at least your coat was taking the moisture.

You brought some new flowers, just some simple white roses. The other flowers have been slowly wilting since your last visit, and you never want to have dead flowers resting with Aunt May’s grave.

As you replace the flora you sit back on the ground with the wilting stems staying in your hands to keep you from fidgeting around and picking the grass as you talk to her. You try to visit once a week, but sometimes you can only come twice a month because it will just hit you really hard one day that you have no one left, no immediate family anymore. The closest you have to any type of family is Happy Hogan, MJ, and Ned, which is kind of weird because when you think of your memories that involve the three of them, something is missing, a piece of a puzzle that won’t fit in its place.

“How are you today, may?” The wind just blows the hair around your face in different directions.

“I started to work at the Peter Pan cafe with MJ. Sometimes we have shifts together, but honestly, it’s kinda rare since it doesn’t get too busy there. The boss is an older man who’s lazy and has a snippy attitude for no reason, but it's an easy job. Don’t have to worry about my anxiety kicking in.” You stared down at your gloved-covered hands that clutched your crossed legs. Your lips rolled together as you let the silence cover you, thinking of what else to mention.

“Uh… Happy. Happy- he misses you, I miss you. He- uh… he took me in, unofficially adopted me. I’m thankful for him cause if I had to do all this- this, I don’t know, just I’m thankful he took pity on me and didn’t leave me to the wolves. MJ and Ned said they would’ve taken me in, but I think they just said it out of friendliness.” You shrugged your shoulders at the thought.

You perked your head up and glanced around the cemetery. Dozens of headstones, some having more grandeur stone carvings with angels or whatever. Fallen autumn leaves tumbled and kicked across the grass, sticking to trees or headstones before a breeze pushed them away and further off. It seemed you were the only person visiting a loved one at the moment, you wished someone accompanied you, but you liked being with May by yourself.

“Oh, uh, school. Probably want to know about school. I- I- I think I’m gonna take a gap year. Process and readjust to everything and I know if I was doing school I wouldn’t give my all and I don’t want to let you down. Plus, I need money and so I’ll probably need to work a few jobs- wanna help Happy with bills so he doesn’t feel stuck with me.”

A puff of air left your lips as you rubbed your arms up and down your biceps to get a good warmth back into your bones so you could stay longer. With a lick to your lips and a furrow to your brow, you hesitantly spoke a thought that’s been sitting on your tongue for a while, only feeling brave to speak them towards May.

“Ever since you- since you left… something has felt… off. I- I don’t even know what feels off, just that I’m missing something- someone in my life. But I don’t have anyone else. Mom and dad were gone too soon for me to remember their faces, Ben passed away a few years ago and then all I had was you. May... you’ve been my mom, you are my mom. And- and when the blip happened and we came back, that was the scariest thing I’ve ever experienced. Feeling like you were gone for only a minute but then people are telling you that it’s been five years and half the population turned to dust… but you came back and I felt safe again. And we got back into some normal groove again. And then hearing that you got into an accident and were killed-” your throat started to choke with restrained tears, “I’ve never been more scared in my whole life.”

You let a cry free before pulling yourself back in, wanting to continue your rant, “but, what I’m trying to get at… something feels out of place. I feel like someone is missing from the giant picture, memories feel like they’ve been edited- cutting out that person from our life, my life. Memories with MJ and Ned feel weird, and memories with Happy feel weird as well. Like trying to think about how the two of you met… something is burned away. I- I don’t know, probably just trying to find something to focus on.”

Your eyes met the dark stone, the words May Parker engraved with her date of birth and death. Your shoulders sagged, you were just talking to air about a nagging thought. Should probably look into getting therapy.

“I should start heading back, Happy’s probably worried about me.” You dusted your jacket and pants clean of any grass, might have a few wet spots soaking the fabric.

You stuffed your hands into the jacket pockets and just stood, not making an effort to leave just yet. There was a crunching of leaves that soon filled the quiet and you didn’t think anything of it, it could have been another visitor or Happy who came to visit and take you home, which happened a few times already. But when you looked in your periphery, it wasn’t someone at another grave and it wasn’t Happy. It was a boy.

Out of curiosity, you turned your head enough to get a proper look at the new arrival. You eyed him from head to toe, never seeing him around before. He looked to be about your age, just a teenager. A beanie covered his head, he wore a blue puffer jacket with a few stripes at the top with simple jeans and sneakers, nothing standing out. But there was just something about him…

“How did you know May?” The mystery boy spoke. It took you off guard, “huh?” Was all that came out. He cleared his throat and jerked his chin, again, “how- uh- how did you know May?” He turned to you before turning away.

“Oh, she- she was my aunt. Well, my mom really. Lived with her when I was young.” You stopped there and it was silent. You counted to five before asking, “how did you know her? If I may ask?” Your manners popping in.

The boy was quiet, eyes set on her name. He sniffled then wet his lips, “feast. I knew her from feast. She was- she was nice, always kind to everyone. She was like the mother I never had. I’m glad you had her as family.” His voice cracked on the word family, something you noted but didn’t push for further.

“Yeah. She was always looking out for the little guys.” A smile to your lips. “Was it just the two of you?” The boy asked then backed tracked, “only if you feel comfortable saying. Sorry, it just- it just slipped.”

You looked at the boy. He wasn’t fidgeting, but you could tell from his eyes that he was nervous about something. Your eyes just wandered over him, sure it may seem rude but you couldn’t help it. It was like a magnet was pulling you and you couldn’t resist the hold it had on you. You thought about lying to this stranger, but you didn’t. “Yeah. Well, it wasn’t always just the two of us. She had a husband, his name was Ben, and he’s buried in his home state. But he got shot during a robbery about… a decade ago… blip time difference is weird.” You mumbled off, realizing he died five years ago for you but with your dusting, that added an extra five. The boy agreed with a light chuckle, it warmed you.

“What about you? Any family still with you?” Bouncing back on his question.

His eyes drooped a slight frown on his face, “uh…no. No family, just me.” His eyes caught yours before, once again, looking away. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to-“ “Oh! No, it’s- it’s fine. I was asking the questions first anyway.”

You rolled your lips as you swayed on your feet. Neither of you decided to speak, just stood beside each other as you stared at the headstone and listened to the leaves falling. You wanted to look at the boy again but withheld yourself from doing so.

“I should- I should head home. But it was nice to meet you…” you trailed off hoping he’ll present his name. “Peter… Peter Parker.” He held a smile at the last name.

“Huh, funny coincidence. I’m (Y/n), Parker obviously.” You bid Peter a smile goodbye and turned your back to make your walk to the subway.

“Hey! Uh (Y/n)!” You heard the shouts and the crunching of leaves beneath his feet as he hurried to catch up with you. You stopped your steps and looked at Peter as he stopped a few steps away.

“Do you… do you take the subway?” “Yeah…”

“Do you mind if I walk you? I just- I would just feel a lot better knowing you made it safely plus I think May would… sorry- sorry. Only if you want, of course, I mean you just met me and-“

You stepped closer and touched his arm, “hey, it’s fine. I would like the company. Plus, it’s just the subway, you’re not walking me to the front door.” You shrugged at the end before nodding your head to the iron gates.

-

The two of you traveled down the busy and packed streets of New York. Shifting and turning your bodies so you didn’t bump into anyone, especially someone who wasn’t in the right mood that day. The walking was quiet at first, two strangers who just met and didn’t know what boundaries were already drawn. You kept making glances at Peter beside you before looking away, at the sky or the buildings around you.

“Are you in school?” Peter was the first to ask, once again. You were thankful he took the first steps.

“Oh, well I’m eighteen so I’m about to graduate high school. And I was planning to go to college, out of state or in state, not sure. But after May… I’m taking a gap year. Want to get my bearings first before I focus back on school… How’s your academic future?” You eyed him as he watched you talk.

“Uh, well I’m eighteen as well. And something happened during the school year so I kinda have to start senior year over again. I was planning to go to MIT for college, but that’ll just have to wait.” He scratched his nose before stuffing his hand back into his jacket pocket.

“Another coincidence. Two of my friends are going.” You saw the smile Peter tried to hide from your comment.

“Do you have a job, Mr. Parker?” Already giving joking nicknames.

You didn’t notice the stiffness to his shoulders or the sadness that glazed over his eyes before stuttering, “uh, I’ve applied to a- a few different jobs. Kinda hard- not a high school graduate so my options are limited. Gotta look for the desperate places.”

“But those are kinda sketchy. Not the safest.”

His attention was on you, “yeah, well, I can handle myself.” He nudged your arm and pulled a smile from you as you shook your head. “What about you? Any sketchy jobs?”

“Not sketchy, just boring and quiet. I work at a small café with my friend. An easy job since I have anxiety.” You keep your answers vague with enough detail.

Silence came back around. Cars honking and people talking to each other or over the phone. Couples holding hands or looped around each other.

“Anyone special in your life?” Was your first question to come to mind.

You weren’t sure if the flush was due to the low temperature or the abrupt question towards Peter, who’s still a stranger, about if he was seeing someone.

“No, no. I- I had someone, but she left me. For the best, I think.”

“Why is that? Secretly with the mob or something?”

He laughed, “Nah, nothing like that. Just… I'm broken and a mess. Don’t want her dealing with… all that.” He made a circling hand gesture. You just hummed.

You weren’t paying much attention to your surroundings so you didn’t see the group of kids running and pushing into everyone coming your way. So with a tight hold on your bicep and a yank, you yelped and looked around. Peter pulled you behind him and you followed his eyes as you watched the kids pass as they shouted and yelled.

“Stupid kids.” You muttered before continuing your walk. “Thank you, for pulling me.” “Oh, it’s nothing.”

You were only a block or two away from a station.

“What about you?” “What about me?” “Anyone special?” He had a playful tone to his words. You just shrugged your shoulders.

“I’ve never been anyone’s first choice. I stick more to the shadows anyway, used to get bullied, so I keep my head down and mouth closed,” you looked to see if he was listening, and he was, “also, I’m kinda a hopeless romantic. Romance books, love songs; especially Taylor Swift's love songs, and a few rom-coms. Anyway, what I’m saying is that, no. No one special, probably not for a while. But maybe that’s okay, maybe I’ll find ‘the one’ when it’s time.”

Peter didn’t respond to your words. You smacked a hand over your face.

“What? What’s-“ “I just spilled my random thoughts to you, who’s still a stranger.”

You pulled your hand away and ran your fingers through your hair before moving it to your pocket for warmth. You looked at Peter and you were just full-on staring, eyes roving over his side profile or his face if he looked your way before facing forward. A tilt of your head came up.

“You know… maybe it wasn’t a coincidence.” You kept looking at Peter. “What wasn’t?” His eyes were on his feet.

“Meeting each other.” And you looked away just as Peter almost tried over his feet even as he watched every step. You kept walking, not aware of the cogs turning in Peter’s mind as he processed your words.

“What- What do you mean? How isn’t this a coincidence? I think it was just lucky timing.”

You threw a hand out as you talked, “What I mean is… maybe May sent you this way. Two people she knew and cared about, both lonely and without a family around. Plus come on, your last name is Parker. That's just crazy. I don’t know, just- it’s just crazy!”

You smiled at the boy as you crossed the street and walked down the crowded and smelly stairs leading to the subway. You checked to see if Peter was still with you and when you saw he was pushed back by a few people, you moved to the side and waited for him to meet your side. You flashed a smile when he reappeared and you both continued on your walk toward the entrances. You checked to see if any cops were around and seeing none you hopped over the spinning entrance, Peter a second behind.

“What train do you take?” “A train, you?” “F for me.”

You thought this meant that the two of you would split up, but Peter walked with you and stayed by your side as you waited for your train to arrive. You checked your pockets to make sure you had your phone, wallet, keys, and headphones, along with your taser and pepper spray that Happy bought for you. You texted Happy that you were waiting for your train and should be home within the hour.

After about thirty-five minutes you heard the screeching of wheels on tracks and saw the lights glow into the station. You turned to Peter with a smile, “well, looks like my ride's here.” He nodded at your words and he opened his mouth and then closed it. You stayed back seeing if he’ll say the words on his mind.

As the train got closer and he didn’t say anything you decided to be the first to speak. “Would it be okay if I get your number? I- I know we just met, but… you seem like a good friend.” You cringed a bit, it was almost like a terrible pickup line. And you weren’t hitting on him, it just felt gross to even think that.

“Yeah, yeah. I’d love to have a friend.” Peter stopped your worrying thoughts. You passed him your phone and then he passed it back before pulling his out and showing a text on his home screen.

You started towards the open doors and passed the rushing people and with a quick turn, you called out to Peter and he looked your way waiting to hear what you needed to say before you let the subway whisks you away.

“Stop by feast when you can. We can always use the extra hands and May would be thankful.” And before you got any reply you walked further into the metal tub and took a seat, sticking an earbud in and pressing play on an album you’ve had on repeat.

Already planning to visit May tomorrow after your morning shift to talk about your new friend. And Peter would keep watch from a distance and when you left he would speak with May quietly. Promising her that he’ll keep you safe and be your friend, maybe not your brother never again, only in his mind.

…

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[findmeinasunshower]

𝑷𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔: 𝑷𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒓 (𝑴𝑪𝑼)

word count: <1k little baby blurb, more of a character study

summary: the morning after a rough mission. fluff/angst

warnings: mentions of canon-typical violence

“Hey.”

You look up from mixing pancake batter and smile up at your boyfriend. His hair isn’t the typical “my hair is mussed up because I just rolled out of bed” look. It’s all blown to one side, making him look lopsided. It’s adorable, but you can’t help but giggle. “You look like you spent the night in a wind tunnel.”

“Shut up,” he mumbles, brown eyes blinking tiredly. He runs his fingers through his hair absentmindedly and shuffles closer to you. You feel yourself relax a little bit as he leans against the counter next to you, watching you spoon out the batter onto the pan. “What are you doing?” he asks.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” you ask playfully. Sleepy Peter is so easy to mess with.

“Why are you making pancakes?” he asks. A sad smile spreads across your face, which doesn’t go unnoticed by Peter.

You flip another pancake. “I thought we could all use it. Breakfast food has always been my happy food, and . . . the past couple of weeks have been rough. I figured we could all just relax for a second and enjoy something.”

Peter smiles fondly down at you. Your thoughtfulness is one of the qualities he loves most about you. You express it in small ways and gestures, never asking for anything in return. No matter what, you always put a smile on other people’s faces.

And Peter wants to do the same for you.

He leans closer and grins at you cheekily. “You know you have to make Steve at least 50, right?”

You chuckle and flip a pancake that’s done onto a plate. “I already asked him, and he said twelve.”

Peter frowns and pretends to think. “Is he on a diet?” You can’t help but burst out laughing at the question. Peter grins. Make (y/n) smile: Check.

Now for his next goal.

“You know,” Peter starts, leaning in close to your face. “You still haven’t told me ‘Good Morning.’”

You roll your eyes at your boyfriend’s antics, but your heart betrays you and flutters at his words. Looking up at him, you smile and stand on your tiptoes to kiss him chastely before lowering back down to your normal height. “Good morning, Peter.”

Little do the two of you know, the team is watching you from the living room, which is just across the room from the kitchen. Although they may tease you and Peter for kisses or flirting or hand-holding, they secretly love it. Seeing the way you two act with each other is the one glimmer of light in such a dark time.

You don’t realize that the two of you are giving your team hope.

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[amberlynnmurdock]

Lost and Found Chapter 2

Summary: While chemistry is not your favorite subject, at least this class seems promising. 

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader 

Genre: Fluff 

Chapter 2: Chemistry 

A/N: I watched No Way Home again and got all in my Peter Parker feels. I hope to consistently update this story for you because I really want to tell it. Enjoy :)

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“All right, class. Remember these seats because these will be your seats for the rest of the semester, and the person you are sitting next to is your lab partner,” Dr. Connors announces before starting his lecture. You were lucky to pick the back row and the back seat. It was a preference of yours.

And it was lucky that Peter Parker ended up sitting next to you. You wrote your name and date at the top of your notebook, ready to take notes. Peter nudges your arm. You look at him.

“This coffee is really good,” he whispers. Your heartbeat picks up in your chest as you smile.

“I’m shocked you’re still drinking it,” you whisper back.

Peter shrugs and takes a sip, “I–uh–had to do some errands before class and got distracted.”

As the class went on, you noticed how fast Peter takes his notes. It was like everything Dr. Connors said about something boring about chemistry, Peter wrote it down verbatim. If you missed something Dr. Connors said, all you had to do was look over at Peter’s notes, which he gladly shared.

“Some of these things Dr. Connors didn’t even write,” you say out loud, “how’d you know all this stuff?”

“Well, I’m a science and biology major,” Peter says sheepishly. You feel silly. Other people are here for their majors, not just gen-ed requirements like you!

“Oh, well, I got really lucky then, huh?” You laugh.

“What’s your major?” Peter asks.

“English,” you tell him.

“Well, I suck at English,” Peter says, “maybe we can help each other out.”

“I’d like that,” you reply. “Do you live on campus?”

Peter shakes his head, “no, just at an apartment off-campus. It’s not too far from here. Housing was too expensive and my scholarship didn’t cover dorm fees.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you reply, “but that’s cool you already have a place. Are you from the city?”

Peter is silent for a moment. “Yes. Queens.”

“Really?! Me too,” you say to him. “What high school did you go to? I feel like I would’ve seen you.”

“I was homeschooled,” Peter tells you, “I didn’t go out much.”

“I see,” you reply.

“Parker!” Dr. Connors shouts. “Are two atoms of the same element identical?”

Peter clears his throat. You look at him.

“No, sir,” Peter answers, “two atoms can react differently if they are in different states.”

Dr. Connors slowly nods his head. “Just making sure you’re paying attention.”

Peter looks at you and gives you a shrug. It’s silly, it’s charming. You can’t help but stifle your laughter. Peter laughs, too.

~

After class, Peter walks you outside.

“Do you have another class?” Peter asks, scratching the back of his head.

“I do. A class that is actually related to my major. American Poetry,” you say.

“Oh, okay. I don’t, but can I walk you to your class?” He asks. You nod your head.

“Sure. It’s this way.”

You and Peter walk in tandem through NYU’s campus. It’s nearly 4 pm. It’s starting to get dark out earlier now that fall is on its arrival. The leaves are starting to change color and the air is getting cooler. You and Peter don’t say much save for the small comment on how cold it’s getting, and when you’d be working at the coffee shop again.

You and Peter arrived at the English building. You stop at the front door and turn to Peter.

“This is it,” you say, “thank you for walking with me.”

“Of course,” Peter says. He smiles, but something is in it that you can’t quite figure out. His warm brown eyes hold yours. He’s holding his notebook in his hand still. The veins on his hands stick out. You notice a purplish bruise on his knuckle.

“I’ll see you around?” You offer.

“I hope so,” Peter says. “Can I… maybe get your phone number? Maybe we can study together for chem or… American Poetry,” Peter says with a shy smile. You smile in return and nod your head.

“I’ll write it down for you,” you tell him. You graciously take his notepad and pen, scribbling the numbers down fast because you don't want to be late for class.

“Text me,” you say, meeting his eyes again. His gaze never left your face. You blush, realizing this.

“I will,” Peter states, like a promise. “You work tomorrow?”

“Yes, I do.”

“I’ll be back for more maple pumpkin.”

“I’ll have it ready for you, how about that?” You smile.

“Enjoy class, ___,” Peter says.

Peter turns on his heel and walks the way the two of you came. You watch as his shrinking figure disappears. Finally, you head inside.

~

Peter Parker doesn’t have class the rest of the day, which means there is more time for him to do his part-time job.

He rushes to his apartment. Instead of taking the stairs, Peter finds the back alley of the building and shoots a web at his window. He doesn’t have much time.

He opens the window to his apartment and smoothly slides in the window, shutting it closed behind him. Peter rips off his jacket, shirt, and pants and changes into his red and bright blue suit.

Taking his police station phone from his bedside drawer, he sits on his bed with his mask hanging from his lips as he listens for… anything. His heart is racing, the adrenaline is pumping. It’s been so much easier for him to fight crime at night now that no one knows Spider-Man’s identity anymore. No one knows him, which means no one has to worry, or ask questions.

Peter has gotten used to living in the shadows, living a quiet life. After passing his GED test with flying colors, it was time for college admissions. The dream of MIT died long ago. Peter came to realize New York City will forever and always be his home. It only made sense to go to school here, too. Plus, NYU gave him a scholarship he couldn’t pass up.

Police dash: we’ve got a disturbance at Times Square, a man with a weapon threatening tourists.

Peter pulls his mask over his head, and dashes for the window again.

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