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spider-barness · 3 days ago
DEW DROPS || Peter Parker
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Series Summary: Caitlin Wilson's entire life comes crumbling down when one night mysterious people come to her house and cause a disaster, claiming her mother's life in the process.
Her mother's last words were to get somewhere safe and the only place she could think of was Peter Parker's house.
Now wound up in this strange and dangerous path, Caitlin must uncover what really happened that night and who those people were.
Series Pairing: Peter Parker x OC
Word Count: 1.6k
Taglist: @aurora-cycle-unofficial
A/N: I sometimes forget I have to post every week. I do remember this fic though and I've written many chapters, well 5 to be exact. So you're good for a while.
T/W: angst, fighting, emotional and verbal triggers
Part 4: Birds Of A Feather
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One could always look forward to the coffee shop right outside Caitlin's house. All four of them had disposable cups in their hands, warm in the eerie cold surrounding the hidden room.
"Had you known your mom was Wilson - Nightingale?" Peter asked and she shook her head.
"I think it's her underground name."
"Shut up Ned." Michelle looked at Caitlin with surprise. She hadn't expected her to act this way, so rude.
"My mom could be alive." She half whispered. "She could be alive and she would be expecting me to find her. Oh god Pete what if she's alive. I need to find my mom." Caitlin rambled.
"Kate I really think we should involve the police here. We're way out of our leagues." Michelle commented.
"No!" She immediately reverted, "she asked me for one thing, and if I can't even keep that, fat lot of good I'm doing."
Ned kept his hand on her back and looked at her. "Kate we don't have an option. The police will have better resources than we do."
Peter seemed to be awfully quiet and Caitlin noticed it.
"What are you thinking Pete?" She asked.
He stared at his phone.
"I, I have to go. It's important." Nobody said anything as he left.
A flame would shy away with hair so red, eyes so green a forest would bow to them. Mary Jane Watson had what one might refer to as a wave of confidence no one might compete with.
So where was Mary Jane and most importantly, what tied her to Caitlin?
Peyton had been working on finding Mary Jane for the better half of day now. He hadn't found much on Michelle and Ned. Stella seemed to be just as normal, which was far too peculiar. Peter however, had a past, dead parents, dead uncle, perfect student. He also seemed to be closest to Caitlin until last year. What happened last year? Did this give him motive to target the Wilson family?
He knew he had to approach the brown haired boy without anybody finding out. Which would be difficult since finding him alone was proving to be difficult and whenever he was, Peyton had no idea where he'd vanish.
Peyton scanned his notes, figuring out what to do. He blankly stared for a while then frustratedly threw away the notebook.
"Peytato what's wrong?" Bree entered, her blue eyes looking at the torn pages as she picked them up.
Peyton masked a smile immediately and turned to her, "Bree, everything's fine, why would you think something's wrong?"
"I'm not a kid, you know," Peyton chuckled, "I understand when you're sad or when you're angry."
He took her on his lap and ruffled her hair, "do you now?" She nodded enthusiastically, "Okay then, how about we make me a sandwich to cheer me up?"
Brianna jumped off and ran out the door giggling.
Peyton looked at his notebook once again, checked the screen of his computer and walked towards the kitchen.
To May's surprise, she found herself skimming medical records. She had never done this before and wasn't planning on doing it again either.
Among thousands of records she tried searching for Caitlin's. She had visited the hospital a couple of times; stitches, high fevers, broken hands, there should be some record.
May Parker found nothing on Caitlin no matter how many times she looked. She too let out a frustrated sigh.
Webbing hung low from a tree. A man was tied upside down at its end. He kept struggling but to no avail. Web fluid also stuck to his mouth, preventing him from screaming.
"What do you know about Stella Wilson?" Spider-Man demanded. The man struggled further, his brown hair falling off of his face. "Tell me!"
The man gave him a ridiculed look and shifted his eyes to his mouth.
"Oh yes, sorry." Peter stumbled forward, hastily removing the webbing off his face. He grumbled, making his voice heavier again.
"Never met Deadpool before," the man laughed, "had they told me he was a little boy I would have never believed them. Oh well, I was wrong."
"It's Spider-Man."
"Okay then Spider-Boy, why is the web slinger of New York looking for The Nightingale? Did he get along with the wrong crowd?" He mocked.
"Why do they call her The Nightingale? Who is she?" Peter ignored the remarks he was spouting and tried concentrating on what he was here for.
"What do you know of the Nightingale? Not many call her by her real name."
"I ask the questions sir, so answer them please."
Peter jumped to a nearby tree, hanging from its branch, waiting for the man revert.
"What do you know of the Nightingale?" He repeated.
"The nightingale is a songbird, specifically singing melodies of love I believe-"
"Not the bird," he struggled a bit, and then seemed to hesitate bringing out the words. "Stella, what do you know about her and why do you want to know about her. I hope you didn't get into some messed up shit superboy-"
"It's Spider-Boy, Man, it's Spider-Man." He swore internally. "What I know want with her is for me to know."
The man rolled his eyes. He lifted his head a little, or atleast tried to. Gravity wasn't exactly on his side. "Fine. The Nightingale is known for- oh wait what do I get for it."
Peter kicked stones in frustration.
"What do you want?"
"I've got some stuff in my bag, I take it with me."
"Nice try sir, why would I do that?"
"Just look."
Peter scuffled through the bag to find a bunch of toys. From remote control cars to dolls.
"You're stealing toys from kids. That's not very nice, you know. Children cry a lot."
"No it's not ethical?"
"Yes, that too. You shouldn't steal from children, it's not ethical and why would you anyways?"
"I didn't steal them from kids. I stole them for kids." His face was very much red now. The blood boiling up to his head. "Can you, could you let me down please. I'll tell you everything, keep me tied up I don't care. My children need those toys and well this whole hanging upside down thing is giving me a headache."
Spider-Man stumbled forward, cutting the rope loose as the man dropped down heavily.
"Oops sorry." He stepped forward. "I mean, tell me everything you know." He stopped for a second, helping the man up. "I'm sure your children will love these toys."
His feet were still tied and his hands were uncomfortably hung behind him.
"Thanks kid. Okay, The Nightingale isn't one you should mess with-"
"You've said that in many different ways you know, tell me something else."
"Let me finish. She is ruthless, doesn't care what loss one has to face in order to achieve her goals. All that matters to her is she herself." That sounded nothing like the Stella Wilson Peter had grown to know. Caitlin's mother to him, was kind, loving and couldn't bear to kill even a bug. "She leads the Watch. It's an underground group-"
"A mob you mean."
"Yes," he rolled his eyes, "a mob. She's got many killed, but as far as I've heard, she has never held a weapon against anyone. She has connections everywhere, even inside the avengers tower." Peter's eyes widened, not that the man could see. "She has power and money, so nobody wants to mess with her. Those who do, however, things do not end well for them. I've seen gangs burn to nothing. I don't know how she does or where you can find her, but this is all I know about her."
"Thank you sir." Peter nodded and cut the bindings. "You know, getting a job is much better than stealing and working with mobs. You've got kids, be there for them as a good example."
He nodded, not really agreeing with him. "Listen kid, whatever you've gotten yourself into, get out of it fast. Be the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, don't get involved in this."
Peter didn't reply as the man walked away, out sight. When he was sure nobody was around he took his mask off.
His hands wiped his face, he sighed and sat down, scouting on the floor. How was he going to tell this to Caitlin without her asking further questions of where he found this information?
Before he could where the mask again he felt someone walk behind him.
"You're Peter Parker." He half whispered.
In front him stood a man no taller than Peter himself. He was wearing a blue shirt that complimented his silver eyes and his hair were hastily set.
"No I'm not, you've got the wrong guy." He said and quickly wore his mask.
"I'm not stupid. I've been looking for you Mr. Parker, I suppose this get up answers my 'where do you vanish to' questions."
"What do you mean?" Peter stood defeated. He was not having a good day.
"I'm looking for Caitlin Wilson. I believe she was a friend of yours. Would you be okay if we could perhaps exchange information. I think we both are looking for whomsoever destroyed the Wilson residence."
"And you are?"
"Peyton Cain." Spider-Man needed all the help he could get, so he webbed the blond up and pulled him towards himself. He shot another web, this one sticking itself to a distant building, and they both swung towards it, him enjoying the cold air and Peyton screaming.
Peter had noticed it, he noticed it a long time back, the moment Caitlin was telling her story. She was lying, and she was damn good at it.
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harlicons · 3 days ago
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You know what's the sexier than a guy who can keep up with me? Absolutely nothing. - Felicia Hardy
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klauswalz · 8 days ago
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I never stole from anyone who couldn’t afford it.
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loki-begs-your-pardon · 8 days ago
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if someone tells me one more time ''enjoy your youth,'' i'm gonna cry
Sour -> Day 1: favorite song
@oliviarodrigonetwork | Sour Event.
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temptthefates · 8 days ago
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The Raft fight in Marvel’s Spider-Man → part 2
Yuri Watanabe: Well it looks like the entire population of the Raft has escaped. Including Martin Li. That makes FIVE of your worst enemies that are now on the loose.  Spider-Man: Haha. For a second there I thought you were serious.
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spider-barness · 12 days ago
DEW DROPS || Peter Parker
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Series Summary: Caitlin Wilson's entire life comes crumbling down when one night mysterious people come to her house and cause a disaster, claiming her mother's life in the process.
Her mother's last words were to get somewhere safe and the only place she could think of was Peter Parker's house.
Now wound up in this strange and dangerous path, Caitlin must uncover what really happened that night and who those people were.
Series Pairing: Peter Parker x OC
Word Count: 1.7k
A/N: So I decided to change some things in the story, not the previous chapters, the upcoming. So yes if you're here for the smut and/or major trauma besides the given, you're getting it.
Taglist: @aurora-cycle-unofficial
Warnings: violence, fluff, lots of lying, language (I understood that reference)
Part 2
Part 3: Doubt
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"Caitlin! Peter! Wake up. You have school." Aunt May called from outside Peter's room.
Peter's eyes fluttered open and he felt weight on his left side. He turned his head to find Caitlin snuggled into him. He smiled at her sleeping figure and shifted, but she stirred more into him. When Caitlin was younger and her nightmares were frequent, she used to come over and sleep with Peter. Last night was similar, just a different kind of nightmare. It pained him to think how much he missed her by his side.
"Kate," Peter whispered in her ear and she stirred further, "Kate wake up. We've gotta go to school." She didn't budge. Peter sighed then said, "You can stay here all you want but I have to go. At least someone has to go to your house."
Caitlin woke up abruptly. Her eyes were wide open at first, but softened the moment they settled on Peter. "Good Morning Pete." Her voice was husky because of just waking up.
"Good morning Kate," Peter replied and got off the bed. "Get ready. We're going to your house after school and I'm skipping the Stark internship today, unless, it's important."
Caitlin nodded and followed Peter outside.
"Morning May," both the teens chorused.
"Morning. Caitlin darling, Michelle has been constantly calling you. She seems eager. I told her you were asleep and that you'll call once you wake up."
Caitlin yawned and smiled at Aunt May, "Thanks May, I'll talk to her at school itself."
May nodded and kept two plates on the table, a sandwich resting on each.
"I'm going early today and will be back late. Don't sneak out today Pete, take care of Caitlin and if I find out that you snuck out, you'll see the wrath of May." May warned Peter twice and Caitlin snorted.
After May left, Caitlin looked at Peter and spoke, "You still sneak out?"
Peter smiled sheepishly and nodded.
"Sorry 'bout that." Caitlin said and Peter looked at her confusingly. "I shouldn't have got in your bunk. It's just that the nightmares came back and you know how much they trouble me-"
"-I should have kept them to myself-"
"I'm really sorry-"
"Caitlin! It's okay. I know how horrific your nightmares are. I'm fine if you want to wake me up in the middle of the night or snuggle with me because of your nightmares. It's okay." Peter finally spoke.
Caitlin smiled and spoke again, "then why?"
"What why?"
"Why did you push me away?"
Peter froze then and there. He looked at her and she stared at him intently. A glimpse of plea visible in her eyes.
"Katie...." this time Peter's tone wasn't alerting, but drifting.
"Fine! Don't tell me," she snapped, "it's not like that's most important thing right now." Her tone was sharp and bitter.
She picked up her sandwich and stormed off, leaving an echo of the door slamming shut.
Peter didn't know how to express himself the way he wanted to. He wanted to explain himself, but at the same time he didn't. Now that Caitlin was in this mess, he wanted to reveal his secrets even more so.
Caitlin wasn't ready, she knew she wasn't. She wasn't ready to know why Peter thought it was wise to distance them. She had been yearning to know, but she wasn't prepared to.
She rested her head at the door, taking deep breaths and letting her pain melt as the medicines kicked in. She knew he was there, right there, but both metaphorically and literally, there was a door between them they both were afraid to open.
She walked down a couple of steps as she heard the door open behind her.
"Katie wait," and she did, but she didn't turn, knowing he wasn't addressing the elephant in the room anytime soon, "I can't let you walk alone, just let me walk with you."
Caitlin nodded, sighing in relief while at it. She didn't want to admit it, but the very idea of being alone at this moment scared her. Even Peter's company was better than for her to be left alone with her thoughts.
Both of them walked down together, silently eating their sandwiches. Peter's focus lay on his ragged shoes while Caitlin fiddled with her bracelet.
"So how are you holding up?" Peter asked, finally breaking the uncomfortable silence.
"I don't, I don't know. I feel empty, like my very soul has been ripped out of my body. As if a part of me is missing." Her voice cracked. Peter stopped walking the moment he noticed a single tear slip down her cheek. "I'm confused, I'm scared to fall asleep, and, and," she stuttered, "I don't know what to do Pete, I don't know what to do."
Caitlin broke down, rivers of tears flowing down.
Peter immediately embraced her, rubbing her back as a way to comfort her.
"I know it's hard right now, but it passes. This whole tornado of grief and other indescribable emotions, it passes eventually. Your mother was a kind soul and wherever she may be right now, I know she's watching you, and I'm sure she's proud of you Katie."
Caitlin smiled and thanked Peter. She started walking and Peter followed suit, falling back a few steps. Which failed him to notice the small smirk on her lips as she wiped her tears.
      May Parker was tired and worried. She knew what her nephew was capable of and she had no doubt he would help her without hesitation. However something didn't settle right with her. She felt that somewhere Caitlin was lying or atleast not telling the complete truth.
She knew Stella was great at hiding stuff, a pro even. What troubled her was the fact Caitlin was as well.
May was working a double shift today, which wasn't new for her, they needed the money. Although her mind wasn't at it. She was far too focused on Caitlin. This wasn't something kids could, or should handle and as much as it killed her not to she couldn't go to the police without Caitlin willing to do so as well.
They were already working on it, the police. They had been working on the case and May knew that because they kept inquiring whether Stella Wilson showed up at the hospital or not.
What she couldn't comprehend was that where was Caitlin in this picture, or if she was a part of it at all or not.
May knew no matter what Peter trusted Caitlin with his life and would do anything for her. She had to leave this to him even though she didn't want to. He wasn't grown up, but he had access where she didn't. Then again, she had access where he didn't.
      Caitlin, Peter, Ned and Michelle stood in front of a beautiful house. Dull gray surrounded by luscious green foliage. Garden gnomes stood crooked and Halloween decoration lay dusty.
The four of them entered the house. The walls were a soft beige. Curtains ripped and rods broken. A window was broken, letting in a cool breeze. Markers were everywhere, identifying evidence of any kind. Books were torn apart and computers were broken or dead.
Caitlin took in her surroundings and stepped forward. She caressed the mantelpiece, picking up a candelabra in the process. The base where the candle holder lay lifted slightly, catching all their eyes.
"You knew it was there?" Michelle whispered as a door appeared making its way between the walls.
Caitlin nodded and entered the room, the rest followed.
Peter's eyes lingered on the paintings, far too expensive for the Wilsons to afford. Caitlin made her way to a wooden desk. It was polished and looked to be as old as some of the paintings present.
She pulled open a drawer, almost breaking it off in the process, and took hold of some pages.
"My mom never let me in her office, but if we're looking for anything, it should be here."
They divided the pages into four and read, searching for anything that could help them.
Peter caught sight of a photo frame on the desk. In it was a man, in his mid twenties. His hair were a dusty brown and his happy eyes shone a bright blue as he stared into the camera. Peter immediately dropped the photo, he heard the glass crack and all of them turned to him.
"What's that?" Ned asked.
"Nothing, leave it."
Caitlin got up and picked the broken frame. She stared at the photo for a couple of seconds then kept it back, looking back at Peter.
"I know you hate your dad, so seeing his photo here would have enraged you. I'm sorry I broke it."
Caitlin gave Peter a sad smile and went back to read her share of the documents
"Hey look at this," Michelle pointed at the text on a pale sheet, "target 4742: kill order Sylvester McAllen. S.H.I.E.L.D. agent level 2."
"My mom is not an assassin MJ, that must be a joke."
"She isn't, she's the one issuing it, see." Michelle gestured at the signature. Stella Wilson Nightingale was marked on the paper in scarlet ink.
     Peyton wasn't a fool. He had been living in New York for as long as his memory unfolded. More than that, he had been living very near the Wilson residence. He had seen Caitlin around, in the stores, just walking, with her mom, with Michelle. Other people, however for some reason, didn't.
There were no records of a Caitlin Wilson to have ever existed. For a highschool kid living in New York, Peyton was impressed with how she pulled it off.
He realised that the only way to look into her was to look into her friends, former and present, as well as her mother, Stella Wilson, who's blood traces had been found but she wasn't.
Bree was getting ready for school, her hair in two pigtails as she wore a purple jacket. Peyton picked up his car keys and they both left the house.
The computer screen was still on when he left. On it were tabs open, going through the FBI database, were the names, 'Peter Parker', 'Michelle Jones', 'Ned Leeds', 'Stella Wilson', and 'Mary Jane Watson'.
Part 4
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