Morgan: *dressed in a red frilly gown* we’re playing princesses! Peter is taking his carriage very slowly by his rivals home, so that he can see his latest hat.
Peter: *driving a toy car, wearing a sequined blue dress with a matching blue hat* Eat you’re heart out Harley, you toad-eating hag.
Harley: *sipping tea from a plastic tea cup, dressed in an abysmal yellow gown* Peter, you must surely be aware that I am unable to view the roads from my castle due to the vastness of my estate.
Peter: oh, please do forgive my mistake, Harley, I had only assumed you could see from that ostentatiously high pedestal atop of which you have placed yourself.
With the large amounts of votes that were casted and based on some feedback, instead of having another round of voting after this one finished, we will move right to the final round of voting.
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When an author says they are going to post on Thursday but it’s been three months:
When you try to decide between contacting the author anonymously or with your real username:
When you type a billion different asks and you don’t know what to say because you don’t want to annoy the author cause you love them so much and you want to be friends and for them to know you are their biggest fan and your grammar sucks and you don’t know if you sound loving or mean and–:
When you ask if the author if they are okay:
When the author responds that they are having a big case of writers block but–
(and you say that to be encouraging because you want them to know they can do anything cause they are super talented and you love them)
When someone posts a mean review or messages the author anonymously something rude:
When the author starts to post again:
When the author starts posting more than once a week:
When the author writes a very emotional chapter:
When you are just so proud of the author for getting through their writers block and for continuing to write and so happy they share their talents for free to the world and you get to go on the journey with them:
Tony and Peter casually talking about his patrols and Peter suddenly mentions the one and only merc with a mouth.
“Mr. Deadpool showed me this cool trick-”
“Mr. Pool knows this great mexican place-”
And Tony doesn’t know whether to have a heart attack because his kid knows deadpool, laugh because “Mr. Deadpool”, or be overly fond of his kid because only Peter would call a Mercenary “Mr.”
Tony stares at the guy for a good amount of time, one eyebrow raised quizzically; a mixture of hilarity and disbelief. Both of them - him and Peter, that is - are wearing their suits, save for the helmet; Peter’s expression is one more of pale shock. The suit hides the way his hands have started trembling.
“Huh,” Tony says eventually. “Yeah, not happening. Thanks for the hearing, Hellboy. Come on, Pete.”
He starts walking back in the direction they came, but Peter stays where he is, sort of matching that deer-in-headlights look. Outcome doesn’t matter - one of them’s not going to see the other ever again, and that sets him on the cusp of some brutal sense of panic.
“Uh, Mr. Stark,” Peter says. “I don’t think he’s kidding.”
“Yeah…” Tony turns back to face him. “We’ll get it another way, kid.”
“How? The only person to have the soul stone was Thanos! Plus - we don’t even have enough Pym Particles to make another trip!”
Tony sighs. “When did you get all” - He waves a hand - “logical.”
Peter shrugs. “College?”
“Okay. You go wait at the ship. When you get the stone, get out of this shithole.”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“Mr. Stark, I’m not letting you…”
“And I’m not letting you,” Tony answers, but it’s gentle. He puts his hand on Peter’s shoulder. “We are not having this conversation.” With that he gives it a small squeeze, reassuring, failing.
Peter meets his eyes for a long time, and the determination settles in equal measure, two opposing ends of some cosmic scale. He gives the faintest inclination of a nod. And then he says:
“I’m sorry.”
Before Tony can raise his hands in defence, Peter has strung thick webbing around his arms and ankles and pulled it taut. He doesn’t wait for Tony to hit the ground before he starts sprinting for the cliff’s edge, ignoring the terror pulsing in his chest and behind his eyelids, the gnawing sensation at the back of his head that tries to keep him out of danger-
Then Tony tackles him. Peter sees the singed webs on the rocks as he goes down, a few feet from the ledge. Tony’s faceplate slides off.
“Look at me, kid,” he says, pinning Peter’s wrists. “Listen to me. There are people on Earth who need you once this is over. Who need you right now.”
Peter knows he can get Tony away from him, a strong kick would do it - and even his wrists aren’t being held as tightly as Tony’s suit can clasp. But he doesn’t struggle - not yet, anyway - because it’s probably the last conversation he and Tony Stark are ever going to have.
“Think of your Aunt May, huh?” Tony continues. He tries to make light of it, then - like they didn’t just sit in a spaceship whilst the colours of whole galaxies blurred their peripherals. “I’m toast either way, right? ‘Cause I go home without you, she’ll kill me. And you know - I wouldn’t blame her.”
“What about Morgan?” Peter asks. He tries not to think about May, turning the fabric of his mask over and over in her fingers. Staining the lens with dried tear-spots.
Tony’s expression shifts, only slightly, but then he smiles. “She’s got you.”
Peter nods. Then he kicks Tony off of him and rolls to the side - his fingers could grace the edge now - and pushes himself quickly to his feet. Tony’s repulsors whir, and a beam of yellow-white throws Peter off-balance.
“Spider-Man, stand down,” Tony says, voice metal-twinged by the helmet that has slipped over his face. “I don’t wanna lay you out but I will.”
“I know,” Peter says evenly. “But so will I.”
He webs Tony’s boots to the ground, holds it for a few solid seconds until he’s sure they’re well-and-truly plastered. He runs.
“Karen!” Tony yells. “Override code 21-87. Primary user: Tony Stark.”
“Access granted.”
Peter pushes off from the ground, hovers for a brief moment out from the ledge-
Tony kicks the residual webbing off his shoe and shoots up into the air.
“Activate webshooters!” He calls.
“What? Karen-“
Peter’s wrist rears back and his eyes go wide at the same time in shock - he looks up at Tony as the man catches the web, pulling Peter back onto the (questionable) safety of the rocks.
“Put him in lockdown,” Tony says.
Peter watches wide-eyed as the robotic legs shoot from the back of his suit, drawing together until they can lift Peter ever-so-slightly off the ground. The mask comes back over his face automatically, the lenses still bright and panicked.
“Mr. Stark-“ Peter tries, and the limbs lock into place, too; he hovers there trying to kick his legs and rip his arms through the metal, but without the space of movement he can’t even raise a hand.
“It’s gonna be okay, kid,” Tony says. He raises his hand to his chest and rips the reactor off; looks down at it for a moment, then gently approaches Peter and sticks it to the kid’s chest instead. “You hold onto that for me.”
“No, no, I don’t want it, Mr. Stark, please, please, let me out-“
Tony half-smiles. He looks like he’s trying not to cry.
“I’m not one for sappy speeches, kid, as much as you - warrant one. Besides, I’ve no idea how long that suit can hold you. Never - tested it. It was just another safety net in case one of the bad guys got your suit. Just looking out for the little guy.”
He taps the button at Peter’s shoulder and his mask retracts. Peter’s eyes are puffy.
“Mr. Stark, come on, just let me out-”
“You did good,” Tony says. “I’m proud to call you an Avenger.”
“Mr. Stark, Tony-“Peter cries hysterically. “Let me go, let me do it-“
Tony cups his cheek gently, then he turns away. He walks to the edge of the cliff and looks down, raising an eyebrow at the distance to the ground. He glances at the guardian.
“Overkill, don’t ya think? Fall could’ve been - shorter.”
When he doesn’t respond, Tony says: “Thanks for nothing, Elmo. Those would’ve been terrible last words.”
He backs up a little. In the background Peter thrashes inside the suit, and for a brief terrifying moment two of the legs seem to wobble.
“I love ya, kid,” Tony says, and then he’s gone.
“TONY!” Peter yells. He squeezes his eyes shut and gives one more shove, and the legs give out; he falls to the floor and scrambles to his feet, heart pounding, pounding, pounding - he gets to the ledge and he leaps, and thunder roars overhead, and then -
And then Peter wakes up. He’s staring up at a dark swirling sky. There’s a blue light emanating from his chest, and a rock in the place of a father.
Peter throws it, and he buries his head into his knees and sobs.
some old art that I either deleted or never posted cause of reasons but I hope some of you will enjoy it :)) let’s hope it won’t get flagged or burned at the stake or something
Tony: hey kiddos, you’re home late, how was the zoo field trip?
Peter: Sorry about that. The zoo wouldn’t let us leave because some stupid idiot tried to sneak a penguin onto the bus.
MJ: Our Chemistry teacher started crying when she told us that we’re permanently banned from the zoo.
Tony: sure they did kid, now what really happened?
Peter: I don’t think you understand Mr. Stark, our school is ACTUALLY banned from an ACTUAL zoo because someone decided to try and steal an ACTUAL real life penguin and take it home.
Mj: I’m surprised you didn’t get a call about this.
Tony: why would I have gotten-
Harley: [Bursts through the door crying] I WAS GONNA CALL HIM WADDLES!
Peter: *crying* Tony: *walks in* Tony: *overly concerned* Oh my god, Peter, are you okay? What happened? Peter: Oh, nothing. It’s just an allergic reaction. Tony: *looking around glaring at all the items in the house* To what?? Peter: My life. Tony: … Tony: *slowly turns back to stare at Peter*
2. THE MULTI-CHAPTER YOU COULDN’T PUT DOWN — A story which kept you up all night or calling in sick for work so you were free to read. Who’s the culprit?
Winner— A Parent Apparent by happyaspie — @yes-i-am-happyaspie
Runner-Up — Come My Darling, Homeward Bound by Iamirondad — @i-am-irondad
I wasn’t going to update the form or list until nominations had closed, but I realized that was unfair to those nominated as their stories would not be in the collection. This is not quite complete, as there were a few more submissions in the night, but this is as fas as I’ve got over the last two days.
NOTE: Some creators have asked to not be inciuded in the awards, so if you nominated someone that’s not made the list, that’s why.
So, as I’m sure all of my followers know, I was, and still am, a huge IronDad fan. And with the most recent Spider-Man movie out, all I want is an AU where Tony is alive and involved in the events of the movie or, better yet, involved in the aftermathof the movie.
I need the angst of Tony forgetting Peter right freaking now. And, of course, I need some comfort for the hurt where they fix it. But I just need more IronDad content.
It’s been weeks since she´s been here and I’ve never checked up on her after she had fainted.
I didn’t even know if it would help, for I have no clue how alien biology works. Though, I managed to sit down and talk to her about her planet and did find some things I could help her with.
She was sitting in front of the TV and was watching some animal documentary, and I suddenly got the confidence to sit next to her. I didn’t speak a word, but it was progress for me.
Suddenly, she commented on something the animals were doing, and thus started a question-and-answer round where I told her about animals and humans (for as far as I knew) and she told me about the ones on her planet.
“I have seen these creatures walking outside, but they were small,” she had said.
I explained the concept of ‘pets’ ,which only lead to more questions which I had no answers to.
Like “Why can these lions not be pets? They are as big as creatures on Nomus and quite tameable.”
What am I supposed to say to that? I did learn now that they have animals on her planet too, and they’re apparently about the sizes of lions or larger. Considering her length, this is quite a surprise. Although I know she’s still a child, I have no idea how big she can grow so I wouldn´t know.
This led to me asking some questions, and my fascination just grew and grew. We spoke a whole two hours without me having a panic attack! Until I prompted her to show me her real self.
It was my fault, but I thought I could handle it after she told me what made her different than humans.
Apparently we grow to about the same length, but because the rotation on Nomus is almost twice as fast as ours, their lifespan is shorter. Moreover, they grow faster and sleep more frequently.
“Most of the time when I hide, I sleep,” she had confessed,” in one of the rooms.”
She did seem tired, I noticed, so I asked if everything else was alright. Considering the different circumstances we live in, her being here could actually kill her. Writing this down even gives me anxiety.
“The gravitation is much bigger here, and the planet is farther from the sun than Nomus.”
Aka she has difficulties walking and she’s cold.
The cold was easy to solve, and my sweater was kind of cute on her because of her size.
The problem was the gravitation, and I don’t know if I can manage to create shoes that are anti-gravity. I have to go against the laws of nature, but it’s actually not the first time so I’ll try.
So for temporary relief, I made her some roller skates so she could move around without using too much energy. Well, I bought them, but that’s a problem for another time. I already have an excuse if Pepper questions why the hell I bought roller skates. She will.
It´s fun to hear her roll around, red wheels zooming by my door. The giggles are better than the deafening silence. I think she´s growing on me, and I on her. at least if she keeps the facade of a human.
The grey of her skin is off, too dark to be grey yet too light to be black. It´s a color not from this world, as if my eyes don´t have the ability to see it and instead fill it with a weird shade of grey. It´s perfectly plausible, and seeing as she can shape-shift, she can probably take on colors that don´t exist. But I won´t be able to see them so it wouldn´t matter.
Tonight, I followed her secretly to the room she sleeps in. It wasn´t hard to follow the sound of the skates, they echo around the whole building. The room was Pepper´s. Used to be Peppers, actually, when she was still my secretary and slept over occasionally. I never went in there. It was one of the many guestrooms, anyways, but seeing her slowly lay under the covers touched something in me. I don´t know if it´s bad or good yet.
On other news, I have been having better nights and almost got a full five hours of sleep. My dreams have been weird, though, and the fact that I can remember them is also weird. Usually I don´t remember unless they´re traumatic or ruin my view on things.
But these were… good, I guess? Yesterday, for example, I dreamed about flying with the suit on under a star-lit sky ( which by the way is rare now that the sky is so polluted and the moon is barely visible). I was peaceful, the city was quiet and no commotion was anywhere the whole night. Then, I went higher and higher, flying in front of the moon and closer to the stars.
Alas, I was floating through space. In contrast to New York, when I flew through the hole and almost died, I was thriving. The fear that I had felt back then, was replaced by a sense of comfort. I swam through space, looking down on Earth and it´s inhabitants and I had never felt that calm.
I don´t know what caused me to suddenly not have consistent nightmares when I close my eyes, but I have a feeling Ruva is behind it. I don´t know what she´s capable of, and for all I know she´s manipulating me and my mind. Why she would make me see it is beyond me, but we´ll see what happens.
Tomorrow I will do extensive research and find out what she can and can´t eat. I don´t think she can live on water only for too long, and I can´t afford to have a dead alien in my house.
Oh yeah, there´s also her mom. That´s also something I have to worry about. Maybe I should talk to Fury. Or Pepper, or Rhodey.
Whatever, now that I can actually sleep, I will not take it for granted. I´ll deal with everything tomorrow.
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A/N : The beginning of this fic is going to be a bit boring, but don´t worry I have some things planned.
It’s been weeks since she´s been here and I’ve never checked up on her after she had fainted.
I didn’t even know if it would help, for I have no clue how alien biology works. Though, I managed to sit down and talk to her about her planet and did find some things I could help her with.
She was sitting in front of the TV and was watching some animal documentary, and I suddenly got the confidence to sit next to her. I didn’t speak a word, but it was progress for me.
Suddenly, she commented on something the animals were doing, and thus started a question-and-answer round where I told her about animals and humans (for as far as I knew) and she told me about the ones on her planet.
“I have seen these creatures walking outside, but they were small,” she had said.
I explained the concept of ‘pets’ ,which only lead to more questions which I had no answers to.
Like “Why can these lions not be pets? They are as big as creatures on Nomus and quite tameable.”
What am I supposed to say to that? I did learn now that they have animals on her planet too, and they’re apparently about the sizes of lions or larger. Considering her length, this is quite a surprise. Although I know she’s still a child, I have no idea how big she can grow so I wouldn´t know.
This led to me asking some questions, and my fascination just grew and grew. We spoke a whole two hours without me having a panic attack! Until I prompted her to show me her real self.
It was my fault, but I thought I could handle it after she told me what made her different than humans.
Apparently we grow to about the same length, but because the rotation on Nomus is almost twice as fast as ours, their lifespan is shorter. Moreover, they grow faster and sleep more frequently.
“Most of the time when I hide, I sleep,” she had confessed,” in one of the rooms.”
She did seem tired, I noticed, so I asked if everything else was alright. Considering the different circumstances we live in, her being here could actually kill her. Writing this down even gives me anxiety.
“The gravitation is much bigger here, and the planet is farther from the sun than Nomus.”
Aka she has difficulties walking and she’s cold.
The cold was easy to solve, and my sweater was kind of cute on her because of her size.
The problem was the gravitation, and I don’t know if I can manage to create shoes that are anti-gravity. I have to go against the laws of nature, but it’s actually not the first time so I’ll try.
So for temporary relief, I made her some roller skates so she could move around without using too much energy. Well, I bought them, but that’s a problem for another time. I already have an excuse if Pepper questions why the hell I bought roller skates. She will.
It´s fun to hear her roll around, red wheels zooming by my door. The giggles are better than the deafening silence. I think she´s growing on me, and I on her. at least if she keeps the facade of a human.
The grey of her skin is off, too dark to be grey yet too light to be black. It´s a color not from this world, as if my eyes don´t have the ability to see it and instead fill it with a weird shade of grey. It´s perfectly plausible, and seeing as she can shape-shift, she can probably take on colors that don´t exist. But I won´t be able to see them so it wouldn´t matter.
Tonight, I followed her secretly to the room she sleeps in. It wasn´t hard to follow the sound of the skates, they echo around the whole building. The room was Pepper´s. Used to be Peppers, actually, when she was still my secretary and slept over occasionally. I never went in there. It was one of the many guestrooms, anyways, but seeing her slowly lay under the covers touched something in me. I don´t know if it´s bad or good yet.
On other news, I have been having better nights and almost got a full five hours of sleep. My dreams have been weird, though, and the fact that I can remember them is also weird. Usually I don´t remember unless they´re traumatic or ruin my view on things.
But these were… good, I guess? Yesterday, for example, I dreamed about flying with the suit on under a star-lit sky ( which by the way is rare now that the sky is so polluted and the moon is barely visible). I was peaceful, the city was quiet and no commotion was anywhere the whole night. Then, I went higher and higher, flying in front of the moon and closer to the stars.
Alas, I was floating through space. In contrast to New York, when I flew through the hole and almost died, I was thriving. The fear that I had felt back then, was replaced by a sense of comfort. I swam through space, looking down on Earth and it´s inhabitants and I had never felt that calm.
I don´t know what caused me to suddenly not have consistent nightmares when I close my eyes, but I have a feeling Ruva is behind it. I don´t know what she´s capable of, and for all I know she´s manipulating me and my mind. Why she would make me see it is beyond me, but we´ll see what happens.
Tomorrow I will do extensive research and find out what she can and can´t eat. I don´t think she can live on water only for too long, and I can´t afford to have a dead alien in my house.
Oh yeah, there´s also her mom. That´s also something I have to worry about. Maybe I should talk to Fury. Or Pepper, or Rhodey.
Whatever, now that I can actually sleep, I will not take it for granted. I´ll deal with everything tomorrow.
-
A/N : The beginning of this fic is going to be a bit boring, but don´t worry I have some things planned.
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