Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Words: 5178

Warnings: none! wait I may have sworn once. and there’s a mini fight but zero descriptions of anything

Notes: Whole lotta filler because I have big plans for the next chapter. Sorry this took so long, was super busy again this week and just wasn’t feeling the writing thing at first. As always, though, I hope you enjoy and please be sure to leave me any thoughts/comments/questions/etc.!! Thank you all for reading :)

Summary: Ned informs Peter of just how whipped he is, but he panics as Harry comes back into the picture. Lucky for you, Tony and Pepper are there to save the day with some relationship advice.

The cafeteria slowly filled with students arriving from their classes. The lunch line grew longer and longer, but Ned and Peter were lucky to get out of class early and be some of the first in line. Ned looked around manically as he and Peter plopped down at their usual table, relieved when he didn’t see you and MJ yet.

“Peter, I have to tell you something that happened at the dance after you left.”

“What, people danced? You guys said it was boring.”

“It was,” he snorted, rolling his eyes. “But Y/N said something before she followed you.”

“Oh yeah, and weren’t you supposed to keep her there? And not let her follow me?”

“Ok, ok, sure. But you’re going to freak when you find out why I let her go!”

“Out with it, Ned! No need to make this suspenseful.”

“Oh, like you guys aren’t weird and secretive already. Listen, she was trying to get me to let her go and I kept saying no and she was so worried about you getting hurt. She had this look in her eyes and was so insanely concerned, so I asked her straight up if she liked you. She—”

“Youwhat?”

“She acted all confused and stutter-y at first, but I just knew it was fake. So, I told her that you’d be relieved to find out she liked you, too.”

“TOO?”

“Uh, yeah? But she literally inflated in front of my eyes. She—”

“Ned, oh my gosh.”

“It’s like I’m your love life guy in the chair!”

“Ned! I have to tell you something about that night too. About the battle and stuff.” Ned leaned in as if about to hear an age-old story about his great ancestors. “First of all, when she found me, she was shaking and literally crashed into me with a hug. And then when I was having to go keep fighting, she was so worried because I almost got crushed by a building—"

“ABUILDING?”

“Yeah? I got out. Anyway, she was nearly crying with worry and I wiped a few of her tears away. And just held her and she held my hand. And then later when she blacked out—”

“SheBLACKED OUT?”

“NED! Quiet! She blacked out because she was falling out of the sky as dead weight because the Vulture inactivated her suit somehow. And when she fell…I felt so much pain. I thought I lost her again…I couldn’t breathe,” he whispered, reflecting on the struggle that night on the beach. “When I felt her pulse, I could breathe again and I didn’t want to let go. But she was still worried about me.”

“Woah. How’d you leave it?”

“OH! So, the next day? Ned. I told her I wish I had taken her to homecoming. Technically she heard me say it under my breath, but whatever. You know what she did? She kissed my cheek. I couldn’t move. I’m so lame…freaking out about a hug basically…”

“Dude. You are SO whipped.” “Who’s whipped?” You and MJ tossed your lunches onto the table next to the boys, more interested in teasing them than you were in their gossip.

“Peter is!” Ned blurted before Peter kicked him underneath the table.

“Oh,” you muttered, visibly sinking in your seat. Peter’s own face dropped as you stared down at your food, poking around with disinterest.

“For who?”

“A…a girl,” Peter answered, not wanting to give an honest answer to MJ’s question but definitely noting your reaction.

“Good to know. But, you know, if it was a boy, like Ned, you could tell us those things. That’s what friends are for,” MJ said, lips curling up in a smirk. Peter tried to argue but Harry walked up to the group and cut him off.

He sat down next to you, resting his arm around your shoulders as he started talking. “So you’re Tony Stark’s daughter?”

“Adopted, but…yeah,” you responded, tensing under his wing. After the press conference, the whole school obviously found out about your identity. Flash lost his mind and blew up your phone – no surprise there – but so far school had otherwise been normal. A few questions, lots of stares, and a few more people willing to talk to you. Nothing that mattered to you, though.

“Right, right. But that’s

where you had to go Saturday night? Because you were fighting a huge battle and saving the city?”

“I…I guess?”

“Ok. That’s pretty amazing. I forgive you.”

“Forgive me?”

“Yeah! It hurt when you left but I totally understand it all now,” Harry explained, offering a sweet smile as you and your friends stared blankly back at him. “So, since our first date got screwed up, I was wondering if you’d like to try again sometime? Maybe…Friday night?”

You blinked hard and your eyebrows furrowed as you processed what he said. “Date?”

“Yeah! You know, like I’ll come pick you up and we could grab dinner.”

“I…uh…I,” you sputtered, looking to your friends like a silent plea for help. MJ had little reaction to the conversation, especially in comparison to Ned and Peter. Ned looked as if he had just watched his favorite Star Wars character die and Peter watched with concerned eyebrows over glossy puppy-dog eyes. Peter’s expression didn’t waver as you held his gaze, a whirlwind of moments returning to your mind. You flashed back to meeting Peter for the first time, to thinking he hated you, to when he hugged you for the first time as you left his apartment after studying all day together. You thought about the gala and about watching Star Wars afterward and falling asleep on his shoulder; about him trusting you during the fight in Germany. You remembered him being there you when you felt most alone and about waking up in his arms, warm and happy and safe. You felt the heat from the fires as you thought of the fear you felt for each other in the fight against the Vulture on the beach, and the honest conversation you had the next morning. Peter was…Peter.Harry…wasn’t. “So? Whaddaya say?” Harry asked again, poking your shoulder. “Pick you up at seven?”

You blinked, forcing yourself out of your distracted trance and back to the conversation at hand. “I…I have to ask.”

“Ask what? Who?”

“I have to ask…Tony. And Pepper. I…I don’t know if they have rules about this or if I have training then or something.”

“Huh. I mean, seems a little weird that you’d have to ask for permission, but ok. Just…text me when you know, I guess.”

He walked off shaking his head, his friends instantly surrounding him and asking him what you said. They looked back at you, eyebrows pressed together in simultaneous confusion and judgement. At your table, everyone returned to eating, though this time in uncomfortable silence. Peter watched you stare at your tray, pushing food around your tray without taking a bite. Though he hadn’t wanted you to say yes, seeing you weighed down by an internal struggle didn’t make him feel any better.

None of your classes the rest of the day could pull your attention away from the thoughts and emotions swirling within you. Putting the feelings going through your head into words and saying them out loud was even scarier than the thought of having to reject someone to their face. Either way, you were going to have to be vulnerable to someone, and that sounded terrifying.

You quietly sat through your remaining lectures with your head buried in your notes as your friends looked on. They could all tell you were uncomfortable – it wasn’t hard to see – but Ned and MJ didn’t understand it like Peter. He eyed you sitting in front of him in one class, his own memories returning to all the times you spent together. Most recently, he felt your hand on his shoulder and lips on his cheek from just days earlier, a moment he clung to for hope that you might like him half as much as he liked you.

As the last bell finally rang, you nearly sprinted off campus and into Happy’s car. Knowing you wouldn’t be able to figure this out alone, you texted Tony and Pepper for back-up. Hoping you had finally come to your senses, they scurried to the common area to meet you as you arrived, and the three of you sat down at the table together to talk.

“I don’t know how I got here,” you explained after telling them just about everything. You left out a few details you weren’t sure about, including Peter’s name. The last thing you needed was Tony running around the compound screaming that he was a teenage matchmaker. “I didn’t know anyone my age a few weeks ago, and now I’m the stupid girl stuck between two boys.”

“No, you’re the smartgirlstupidly stuck between two boys.” You quirked a brow at Tony’s clarification and he explained further. “You’re smart, but the answer here is obvious. Right? I mean, Pe—”

Pepper elbowed him harshly and he shut up. “I know it’s a hard thing you’re going through. As scary as it is, I think you need to talk to the boy you like. Especially if you know you like him better than Harry.”

“How do I bring that up? And not run away?”

“You see him all the time. He practically lives here—”

“Tony!”

“He does!”

“You…you know?” Your voice squeaked with bubbling embarrassment. Pepper and Tony looked to each other, pushing down laughter and instead settling for teasing smiles as they faced you again.

“You weren’t exactly great at hiding it, sweetheart,” Pepper teased, “but don’t worry. Peter is even more obvious, I promise.”

“He won’t stop talking about you! We go down to the lab to work and he’s all ‘Mr. Stark, Mr. Stark! Y/N did this, Y/N is so great, Y/N Y/N Y/N.”

“Oh my gosh—”

“In all seriousness, though, you should just talk to him, kiddo,” Tony tapped your hands that you now pressed against your hot face.

“Hey Mr. Stark—oh.” Peter stood at the top of the stairs leading into the common area, backpack draped over his suit and mask clenched in one hand at his side. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“Actually, great timing, Pete! We were just—”

“—Just about to go down to the lab, right?” Pepper jumped in to cover for you. “You were telling me about working on the new suit.”

Tony rolled his eyes at Pepper but grinned as he looked back to you and Peter. “I suppose I was. Let’s go to work.”

Down in the lab, Tony had FRIDAY wheel out the Iron Spider suit. Though he had seen it before, Peter couldn’t help but stare at it in awe. And he didn’t even know the best part.

“Wanna do the honors?” Tony prompted you, a hand on your shoulder as Peter continued to marvel at the suit. You walked up to it and smiled back at the two boys before reaching up to press the spider on the suit’s chest. It immediately retracted into the right web shooter, which fell into Dum-E’s grasp stretched out below. You picked it up and tossed it to Peter, who was still zoned out but thankfully returned to earth as his spidey senses alerted him to the object lobbed toward his face. He looked back at you and Tony, still silent, and Tony nodded with encouragement to try it on.

The web shooters fit as well as they always had and molded quickly to his wrist. Like on your suit, he then pressed the inside of the web shooter where he’d take his pulse and the suit started snapping on to his body, expanding all from that web shooter. Lastly, it covered his dropped jaw and the eyes expanded to mirror his.

“This is…woah.”

Tony explained a few of the new tricks but it was you who suggested he learn about its hidden feature. Because it was activated with neural impulses, you told Peter to think about having an extra set of hands to help. Or legs, you joked, snickering at Tony despite Peter not getting the joke.

It took him a second being the first time, but the legs suddenly snapped out and expanded just like the rest of the suit had. The four legs hovered behind Peter to wait for another neural impulse to direct them, but Peter once again found himself in complete awe.

“What are these?”

“Legs.”

“No, but like…what arethey?”

“They’re literally extra legs. They can fight and move you around or help you climb walls or whatever your heart desires,” you rambled, shoulders tensing as you realized what you said. Peter just nodded, however, too caught up in the new legs sprawling out from his back. Testing it out for a few minutes turned into trying some challenge maneuvers. Whereas last time you tested a new suit in the lab with Peter you were just tossing kickballs up into the air, this time you tossed the balls into the air for him to retrieve while some of Tony’s older suits tried to knock him down.

Wanting to get more comfortable in your own suit, you pressed down the bracelets on your wrist. The nanotech suit quickly spread over your own body until the mask clicked on to your face, lighting up the eyes and arc reactor. Tony took over tossing kickballs while you lifted into the air, surprising Peter by flying toward him while he dodged a punch from another suit. The legs pushed him off the wall and he somersaulted in the air before landing in his classic spidey stance. You landed opposite him in Tony’s classic stance, fist punching down into the ground in a lunge.

Both of your masks recoiled from your faces and the two of you stood up, moving to talk to Tony to decide what to test next. On the lab bench, your phone rang – which was weird given that the two people that normally called you were in the lab with you – and you left the conversation to answer it.

“Oh, hi Harry,” you answered as you pressed the phone to your ear, gesturing toward the door and stepping out while your suit compressed itself. Peter watched you step out of the room, eyes following you even as you paced in the hallway on the other side of the glass wall. His shoulders drooped and Tony put his arm around Peter, steering him away from the glass.

“Still pining, huh?”

Peter stopped walking and sighed; Tony stood in front of him with a quirked brow. “She likes someone else. He asked her on a date today and she’s talking to him right now. I can’t get between them.”

“She told me what happened. Trust me, though – there’s nothing to get between.”

“How do you know?” Peter shrugged, thinking back to what Ned said. “I mean, my friend thinks she likes me, and we’ve gotten really, really close but I just…I don’t know for sure.”

“Do you remember when I came to meet you for the first time in your apartment and – being the total dweeb that you are – you told me you couldn’t go to Germany because you had homework?”

“Yes…”

“And then do you remember how you trusted me and trusted your Spider-Man powers and took a leap to fight the Avengers?”

“Yes, but it’s different—”

“But it’s not. It’s a quick bit of courage and then common sense takes care of the rest. You have to trust what you’re feeling. What are you feeling?”

“Ifeel like I really like her. A lot. Every time—”

“NOPE. I don’t need details. You two are happy when you’re together and I trust you, so that’s enough for me. Like I told her about you, just talk. To each other.”

The glass door swung back open behind them and you walked in still tapping on your phone.

“Wait, Mr. Stark, you talked to her about me?”

“Justtalk, ok?” He whipped around to you. “Anything crazy?”

“Nothing, thankfully.”

You tossed yourself onto a stool at the lab bench where you were working as Peter suited back up, asking Tony to run a few more practice trials. Tony had to repeatedly slow him down as he ran through drill after drill until the motions were nearly mastered. Tony groaned every time Peter asked for a re-do while you watched from the side and chuckled, the noise they made thoroughly distracting you from the homework in front of you.

From across the room, Tony met your gaze and raised his eyebrows, a silent inquiry into what you said on the phone call. “I turned him down,” you mouthed quietly back, and Tony smiled warmly and winked before returning his attention to Peter. You looked to Peter, too, amazed by how effortlessly he used the extensions of the suit despite just using them for the first time.

Though Peter didn’t bring it up at school that week, he constantly thought about Tony’s advice. That said, you didn’t bring it up, either, and had all the same chances to do so. Peter’s skin crawled whenever Harry tried to talk to you throughout the week, but what he didn’t know was that you didn’t like it, either.

Finally, that Friday afternoon, Peter swung around the city on patrol when he spotted a bank robbery. Climbing in through the vents until he hung from the ceiling to scout it out, he counted 12 armed thieves. Even with his new high-tech suit, he decided, this was more than he should take on alone for a casual patrol night. He didn’t want to call Tony, though, and sound any more like a baby Avenger than he knew he already did. So, he called you.

Seeing Peter’s name pop up on your phone wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. He called while swinging around the city on occasion and you loved talking to him, so you never turned down one of his calls.

“Y/N? Can you hear me?”

“Yeah, Pete…why are you whispering?”

“I’m in a bit of a sticky situation and am wondering if I can request backup?”

“You shoot web fluid, Pete. You’re always in a sticky situation.”

“Ok, yeah. Puns aside, I really do need help, please!”

“What’s up?”

“I’m currently on the ceiling of the Queens County Savings Bank on 188th and there are 12 people with guns. I could do it…of course…but just want to be safe, you know…”

“Peter Parker! That is too many! I’m flying over now; don’t you dare move a muscle.”

“Thanks,May.”

“Shut up, dumbass. Don’t hang up.” The robbers cracked into the safe in the back, starting to pull out wad after wad of cash while the alarm blared throughout the strip mall. “Ok, I’m here!”

Peter had no idea how you flew so fast but shot out webs at two of the weapons as you flew through the shattered glass at the front of the store, knocking out their two guards on your way in. Peter webbed the two weapons to the wall before slingshotting himself toward the now-unarmed men, simultaneously punching both with knock-out blows. Behind him, you armed your repulsors, hitting thief after thief as they tried to run away. Focused on nabbing weapons, Peter didn’t see as one of the remaining robbers pointed his gun right at him. Alerted by FRIDAY to his danger, you jumped in between the gunman and Peter and activated your shield. It shot out in all directions to protect you both as bullets rained down. Now aware of the attacker, Peter hopped over the shield and yanked the weapon into the air before slamming it down on the robber’s head. Five people remained now, and you looked at Peter for half a second as if to agree on a plan before finishing the job. While FRIDAY called the police, you worked to corner the stragglers so that Peter could web them up.

The sun set slowly on the horizon as you walked out of the bank casually with Peter, both of you still in your suits. You were shoulder to shoulder, occasionally bumping together even though you blamed it on the shoulders of your iron suit being wider than what you were used to. Sirens of police cars wailed as they approached the bank but even that didn’t overshadow the much-needed conversation hanging in the air.

“Hey, Pete?”

The hesitation in your voice brought ice to his veins. “Yeah?”

“Are…are you done with patrols for the night?”

“Oh!” A small part of him sank with relief, though most of him wished the conversation would just happen so he could get the admitting part over with. “Uh, I haven’t decided. I haven’t sensed any more crime nearby but normally just swing around for a bit.”

“Oh, ok.”

“Why?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Aw, come on!” He nudged his shoulder into you as the two of you walked further from the bank. “What is it?”

“Well, I was going to ask…if you’re done for the night, we could go watch a movie at the compound if you want,” you spit out. “We could actually watch the next Star Wars without me falling asleep…or something.”

“Oh! Yeah, let’s do it!”

“Are you sure? You don’t need to patrol?”

He thought about the times when he turned Ned down to hang out because of patrols and other Spider-Man duties, feeling bad about turning down his friend. He couldn’t imagine saying no to spending time with you, though. “Y-yeah! I haven’t had a night off this week and we haven’t hung out in a while, either.”

“We fought together all last weekend, spent the whole week together at school, and you were at the compound a ton playing with the iron spider suit. We were together most of the week, Pete.”

“Oh. Well, yeah. But when’s the last time we hung out not as superheroes or future genius students?”

“Was it when I screamed at you a lot while we played Mario Kart and then fell asleep on you?” Your shoulders caved forward as you thought to what had happened next. “And then woke up to the Accords…”

Your eyes darted down to the ground and Peter followed, remembering how tough that had been on you. He also knew you were still concerned about Steve and the others having not yet returned; you missed your training buddy.

“Hey,” he offered, casually setting his arm around your still-iron shoulders. “It’s not like that’s going to happen every time we hang out.”

“I know,” you snorted, straightening back up and shouldering him teasingly.

“But you thought about it! Now I think I have to come over so you don’t associate me with horrible things happening.”

With your iron suit being a much faster way to travel, you lifted into the air with a smile while Peter shot a web to your suit to fly in your wake.

You touched down on the lawn of the compound, Peter landing nearby with a somersault. Both of you pressed your chests – the arc reactor for you and spider for Peter – and your suits retracted as you got inside and headed toward the common room.

Tony, standing in the kitchen, saw the two of you approach and bolted out before he could be seen, for once not wanting to intervene. You plopped down the couch and asked FRIDAY to pull up the next Star Wars movie. As the intro rolled up the screen, the couch buzzed and you pulled your phone out of your pocket.

Harry: What’s up?

You sighed, not wanting to reply but also not wanting to be rude.

You: Watching a movie at home!

You slid the phone away, hoping the message wasn’t cold but also that it wasn’t warm enough that he wouldn’t keep replying. Sure enough, the phone buzzed again almost immediately. The message didn’t go unnoticed by Peter, of course, who turned to see the phone screen illuminating a frown creasing your face. You quickly shoved the phone away without replying, but it was only seconds later that the phone buzzed repeatedly to indicate an incoming call.

Peter paused the movie, peering over at you rolling your eyes and groaning at the screen once again. Even from where he sat across the couch, Peter could see that the screen had Harry’s name on it. He didn’t know what to make of it – you seemed annoyed, but then again, it was the boy you had gone to homecoming with. For the beginning, at least.

You pressed your phone back into the couch and looked back up at the screen only to see it was paused. The phone kept buzzing on the seat next to you, now face down. You wanted nothing more than for it to stop so you could get on with the movie.

“Aren’t you going to answer it?”

“No.”

“You…you don’t want to talk to him?” Peter couldn’t resist the urge to ask. “Isn’t he…isn’t he your boyfriend?”

Almost laughing in his face, you whirled to face Peter. “NO. Noooooo. Definitely, definitely not.” The corners of Peter’s lips ticked up and he narrowed his eyes, inviting an explanation. “I turned him down for that date and he still keeps calling me and asking me to hang out.”

“I’d offer to beat him up for you, but I think you could hold your own.”

A smile finally graced your lips as you chuckled at the thought. “He just won’t leave me alone. He was nice and all but just not…I don’t like him like that.”

“Hmm. It might be good practice to be turning him down, though.” You quirked a brow. “I mean, you’ve always been great, but now you’ve been announced as an Avenger-in-training? Now every guy is going to see your face and you’ll have to turn everyone down.”

A laugh escaped your throat and you let your head fall forward into your hands. Peter beamed at you, the tension finally leaving your body for the first time all week.

“Come on, you can’t try and tell me you haven’t had a lot of guys asking you out!”

You bit your lip and giggled again before turning to him. “I mean, a little, but I don’t want it.”

“How come?”

“Uh, I…I guess…I guess I already like someone?” Peter’s morale sunk initially, but he looked up to see her staring and quickly turning away when they made eye contact. “What about you and…Liz? Are you guys, you know…together?”

“No, not at all. I don’t think we’ve talked outside decathlon practice.” He inhaled deeply, carefully choosing his next words. “The girl I actually wanted to ask to the dance had already been asked.”

You sat back against the couch in thought as silence fell between the two of you. Peter and you both thought back to the conversation you had over the weekend about homecoming: him telling you you would’ve had a good time if he took you, and you admitting you wished he had taken you. Peter remembered the light in your eyes; you remembered the way his breath caught when you kissed his cheek. Both of you reveled in the memory but tried to contain the bit of hope flaring inside you that you were the one he actually wanted to ask and that he was the someone else you liked.

With both of you still deep in thought and not ready to share any more, Peter pressed play on the movie. After it ended, it was still light out, and you found yourself once again playing video games and board games and even just talking about anything and everything. You talked about the world, about school, about the things you wanted in life, about your greatest fears, about your dream careers, and the kind of people you each aspired to be.

Tony, being the wingman that he is, kept other Avengers out of the common area so the two of you would have your moment. With that being the case, you completely lost track of time until Peter’s phone rang three times in a row, finally getting through the do not disturb mode both of you had intentionally but discreetly activated on your phones.

“Oh my god. Y/N, it’s 10:30.”

“No way.”

“Yes! Hang on,” he said, answering the phone and holding it up to his ear. “Hi…hi May.”

You could hear May loudly shouting into the phone as he hadn’t been answering her texts. He pulled the phone away from his ear and you snickered.

“I…I know, May. I’m sorry. I’ve been with Y/N.”

The shouting on the other end of the phone stopped and she muttered only a few more words before Peter ended the call.

“I hope you don’t mind me namedropping. May loves you.”

“I’m honored. Tony loves you, so I get it!”

“Sadly, she still wants me to go home, though.”

“Oh. Well, thanks for hanging out with me tonight, Pete. I had a lot of fun.”

“No, thank you for inviting me over,” he said, standing up to go. You walked together over to the stairs and he turned back to you. “And thank you for helping me out at the bank today.”

“Of course, Pete. I’ll always be your backup.”

“You’ve never been the backup, Y/N.”

With a deep breath, he turned and walked down the stairs, even turning to look back up at you when he reached the bottom. You stayed at the top of the stairs for a moment even after he left, thinking back over his words until another voice pulled you out of your head.

“You tell him?” Tony stood in the kitchen again, having likely come in from the side hallway behind you.

“No,” you groaned, walking over to the kitchen counter and collapsing your forehead on your arms. “Almost. But no.”

“Hey, that’s ok,” Tony muttered, walking around the counter to put his hand on your shoulder. “Pep and I aren’t trying to push you into anything. We just see the way you two take care of each other and how happy you are together. No pressure.”

“I know. Thank you, dad.”

“Now, get to bed or else I’ll have to ground you.” Your eyebrows shot up and your forehead wrinkled. “Just kidding. But really, go to bed, kiddo.”

He gave you a quick hug and kissed your forehead before you meandered to your room. After getting changed into pajamas, you nearly fell into your bed, phone in hand. It buzzed while you were turning on your alarm for the morning.

Peter: Wanted to reiterate: you aren’t backup. You’re first choice, always. Good night, Y/N ❤️

You: “First choice, always” is probably the cutest thing I’ve ever read…lol you’re making me flustered and you aren’t even here. Sleep tight, spidey ❤️

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You’re My Home - Chapter Four

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: You’ve never felt like you belong, your parents certainly treat you like you don’t belong. Then the absolute impossible happens which leads you to a handsome, grieving boy, and you realise that home isn’t a place. It’s a person.

Warnings: fluff, angst, mentions of character death, ooc, swearing

Words:2112

Disclaimer:This is set a couple of years after tasm 2 but it may still have some nwh spoilers so read at your own risk, and this gif doesn’t belong to me!

A/N:Hope you guys enjoy this part, please let me know what you think and let me know if you would like to be tagged, I love you all! xxx

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Chapter Four - Welcome to new, New York

Your first few weeks in the new, New York was pretty uneventful, you had yet to find yourself a job, you didn’t want any old shitty job, you wanted to be happy in your work. And, plus, you could afford to wait for a job that you’d actually like. You’d recently had an interview with a local newspaper called, ‘The Daily Bugle,’ to be one of their writers. The guy in charge, J. Jonah Jameson was kind of a crank but he didn’t ask too many questions, thankfully.

What would you have said if he had questioned you anyway? You couldn’t exactly say, ‘hey buddy, don’t mind me, I think I just zipped in from another universe,’ that was one sure way to get yourself locked up in the psych ward.

It was too late for you to enrol in university but you’d started going to night classes for criminal psychology, which had been your major when you lived in the old New York. You’d made some new friends who felt like family already, in such a short amount of time and you’d never had that before.

On a less positive note, you hadn’t seen Peter since he helped you move into your apartment, he hadn’t text or called, and to be honest, you didn’t want to bother him.

You shivered in the cold wind as you walked down the street, you should have put a jacket on but it really would have ruined your outfit. Betty was standing outside the bar, smoking a cigarette, and you rolled your eyes with a smile. Ever since you met her she was always saying that she was going to quit. That seemed to go out of the window every time she drank.

“Hey, Y/N!” Betty grinned as you walked up to her, “you look cute!” she pulled you into a hug, smelling like cigarette smoke and that mint gum she was always chewing.

“Thank you! You do too,” you smiled at her before turning your attention to the bar behind her, “so this is a dive bar, huh?” you asked with a raised eyebrow, you didn’t have to go into a dive bar to know that it wasn’t your scene.

Betty nodded, her eyes widening, “you’ve never been to a dive bar before?” when you shook your head she gasped dramatically, “so, let me get this straight, you’ve never been to a bar with a disgusting sticky floor and spent all night playing pool and drinking shit beer?”

“Yeah, I’ve definitely never been to one,” you fought hard to supress your shudder but you were unsuccessful.

Betty laughed at the expression on your face as she put out her cigarette, “well, sweetie, I’m afraid being friends with me is going to change that,” she wrapped an arm around your shoulders and steered you into the bar.

Betty was right, the floor was horribly sticky and the music was loud enough to shake the walls. But, that wasn’t what drew your attention, what did draw your attention was the handsome boy with fluffy brown hair nursing a pint of beer with a lost look in his puppy dog brown eyes. He looked so sad.

“Peter?” you called out as you walked up to him and he looked up with a raised brow, “Peter hey,” you smiled and gave him a little wave.

Peter gave you a polite nod as he took a sip of his beer, “Y/N, how are you?” he asked with the ghost of a smile on his face.

“I’m good, how are you?” you asked, twisting the ring on your finger, something you did when you were feeling nervous. You had been imagining what it would be like to see him again, you just didn’t know it would be this nerve wracking.

“I’m good.”

“Y/N, how good to see you again.” Felicia Hardy sneered as she slipped in the seat next to Peter and you had this nagging feeling that you were intruding.

You looked between her and Peter, he looked somewhat uncomfortable as the beautiful woman wrapped an arm around his bicep. Her long red nails tapped against Peter’s skin as she smirked at you.

“I’ll see you later, Peter,” you sighed and turned back to Betty without waiting for a reply.

“I saw that longing look, Y/N and I wouldn’t go there if I were you, I went to high school with Peter and he hasn’t dated anyone since Gwen.”

“Who’s Gwen?” you asked, waving at Flash who’d already set the pool table up.

“His girlfriend, she died a few years ago and Peter blames himself, though I don’t know why. They were disgustingly in love, they definitely would have married young and have had five kids or something. But, he hasn’t dated anyone since she died so I wouldn’t waste your time unless you want your heart broken.”

Your heart hurt on Peter’s behalf, you had no idea that he had suffered so much at such a young age. You glanced back at Peter to find that Felicia quite literally had her claws into him. They must have a solely physical arrangement.

“Why the long face, Y/N? It’s Friday night,” Flash chuckled as he held out a pool cue and you took it with a smile.

Before you could reply, Betty beat you to it, “we just saw Peter Parker.”

Flash nodded as he leaned across the pool table to take his first shot, “Parker’s a good guy.”

Betty sighed and bumped her arm against yours, “she’s got a crush on him.”

Flash’s eyes flickered over to you so fast that you were kind of embarrassed, “yeah, I wouldn’t go there if I were you.”

“Yeah I told her.”

“I wish you would stop talking about me as if I’m not here,” you sighed, “and I do not have a crush on him!” you protested, rolling your eyes at Betty’s disbelieving look, “I don’t!”

You tried to have a good night with your friends and you did for the most part. However, the talk of Gwen and Peter had put a damper on things, you couldn’t believe how much he’d been through, losing someone so important to him. You decided to leave a little earlier than planned, rejecting your friend’s offers to come with you, you still wanted them to have a good night. You knew that Betty was going to end up in bed with Flash, even though she’d said a million times that she wouldn’t go there again.

You hadn’t drunk all that much so you put your warm pyjamas on, got yourself a hot chocolate and sat out on your balcony with a blanket to watch New York’s nightlife. You were out on the balcony for twenty minutes before a figure in red and blue zipped across the skyline. Your heart soared and you smiled as the hero came to land on your balcony.

“Hey, Spidey,” you grinned as you took a sip of your hot chocolate.

“It’s, Y/N right?” his voice was muffled by his mask but you could still hear the smile in his voice.

You laughed, “yes, do you remember the names of all the women you save?”

“The pretty ones certainly make a lasting impression,” you flushed at his words, “shit, I’m sorry that was a real dick thing to say.

You shrugged and shook your head, “it’s okay. I realise that I never thanked you for saving my life.”

“You don’t need to thank me,” Spider-Man waved away your thanks.

“I do, I’d be dead if it wasn’t for you, so thank you,” you smiled.

“You’re welcome,” he nodded before he fiddled with his fingers, “so um, how are you feeling?”

You smiled, it was so sweet that he seemed to care, “much better, though I do have a wicked scar so I certainly won’t be wearing a bathing suit for a while. Thank you for asking though,” you hesitated as you looked up at the masked hero, “what are you doing here, Spider-Man?” you were merely curious.

“I was just in the neighbourhood but I probably should go,” he glanced over his shoulder.

It was a strange sensation but you didn’t want to see him go, “wait! I didn’t mean it like that, you can stay for a while.”

“I know, I know, don’t worry but I really do have to go. I’ll see you around, Y/N,” he zipped away on his webs before you could return his farewell. You were left staring after the superhero with a frown on your face.

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Monday morning came far too quickly for Peter Parker, he could hardly keep his eyes open as he walked into the elevator, draining half of his coffee in one. He had an assignment to finish for the newspaper last night so he worked quite late into the night and he’d done a round of fighting crime. He just wanted to go back to bed and sleep for about five years.

“Oh hold the door!” he heard a woman call out as the elevator doors began to close and he pressed the button to keep them open.

The woman ran into the elevator and on further inspection, Peter realised that it was Y/N in formal attire. What was she doing here? Y/N looked up at him with a grin, “thank you so much…” she trailed off “Peter, hey!” she laughed nervously, “I promise I’m not following you.”

Peter smirked, “dang it, I was so hoping,” he smiled and Y/N laughed, looking more relaxed, “what are you doing here if you don’t mind me asking?”

“It’s my first day, I’m really excited,” she looked so happy, that Peter had to smile.

“Great,” he muttered.

“What did you say?” Y/N looked up at him with a frown, she looked so pretty when she did that, somehow.

“Nothing, nothing,” he shook his head with a sigh. He’d done a good job of staying away from her up until a week ago when he decided to drop her a visit as Spider-Man, and now they were going to be working in the same place. Would he never escape her? He didn’t want anyone else to get hurt.

As they got up into the office, Jameson popped his head out of his own office and nodded at Y/N, “Y/L/N, Parker, you’re on babysittin’ duty today,” he nodded over at Y/N who scoffed but Jameson didn’t seem to hear it as he retreated back into his office.

“What a lovely man,” Y/N laughed as she bit her lip and glanced at Peter, “I’m sorry that you have to be lumbered with me.”

Peter shrugged, he didn’t mind, “it’s cool, just uh grab a desk I guess. Jameson give you an assignment?” he asked, raking a hand through his hair.

Y/N nodded with a smile, “yeah, I won’t need to bother you for anything, Peter,” Peter’s chest clenched with guilt at her words and he was about to apologise before Y/N walked behind his desk and gasped, “did you take those photographs?”

Peter followed her gaze and smiled as he looked down at the polaroid’s of Spider-Man that were scattered across his desk, “uh yeah, I did.”

“They’re really good, Peter,” Y/N smiled, “I met him again, the other week,” she nodded at the photographs.

“Oh yeah?” Peter asked casually, “what did you think of him?”

“I think he’s great, a real hero,” Y/N grinned at him as she walked over to a free desk, and Peter couldn’t help but feel smug.

A couple of hours into the day, Peter glanced up when someone walked into the office and he saw with the upmost surprise that it was Aunt May and she was carrying a brown paper bag. Peter stood up from his desk and walked around to meet his Aunt, “what are you doing here?” he asked, giving her a hug.

“You forgot your lunch sweetheart,” she smiled and placed the bag on his desk.

Peter laughed, “what would I do without you?”

“Oh you’d die of hunger,” she laughed and glanced around the room, her eyes landing on Y/N, “hello, Y/N!”

Y/N beamed as she stood up, “hi, Mrs Parker, it’s good to see you.”

“It’s good to see you too darling,” she grinned before she glanced between Peter and Y/N, Peter could almost see the cogs turning in her head, “would you like to come for dinner at the weekend, Y/N?”

Y/N grinned at the same time as Peter sighed, he loved his Aunt so much but he wished that she wouldn’t meddle, Y/N’s smile fell slightly as she glanced at Peter before looking at Aunt May, “I’m sorry Mrs Parker, I’ve got plans this weekend.”

“Oh that’s a shame, maybe another time then.”

“Yeah, maybe,” she forced a smile as she sat back down in her desk chair.

As soon as Aunt May laughed, Eddie Brock snickered over at Peter, “bro, you’re just so adorable with your Aunt bringing you a packed lunch and all.”

Peter usually ignored Eddie but today he glared at him, “or maybe I’ve just got someone who cares about me, though I wouldn’t expect you to know what that’s like,” he replied savagely before he glanced over at Y/N who seemed determined not to look at him.

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These Violent Ends - Chapter One

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter Parker is your twin brother’s best friend so naturally, you are off limits which is fine for the both of you. But, when tragedy strikes, everything changes between you and Peter. Spider- Man/ The Punisher crossover.

Warnings: swearing, fluff, angst, minor character death, mentions of suicide, everyone lives au.

Words: 2522

Disclaimer: This will not contain any spoilers for the new movie! And I’m so sorry if the Italian is wrong!

A/N: Hope you guys had an amazing Christmas! This is the first part of my Peter fic and if you guys like it then I’ll be putting one of my Loki fics on hold! Also, this will be quite a dark fic, but I hope you enjoy this part and let me know what you think and if you would like to be tagged! I love you all! xxx

Chapter I

The last Saturday of summer had always been reserved for a family night, though your younger sister, Lisa managed to get out of it because she didn’t come back from summer camp until tomorrow. Usually, you resented family night, opting to sneak out afterwards to go to Flash Thompson’s last party of the summer. However, you didn’t feel like it this year because you knew that your ex-boyfriend, Max would be there.

About three weeks ago you had discovered that Max had been unfaithful to you so you broke up with him, and the only person you had told was your mom. Initially, you had been heartbroken, you’d been together for three years, but now you felt a bit better about the whole situation because the sadness had turned to anger. You would rather be angry than heartbroken; you didn’t want to mope around for any longer.

You smiled at your mom, Maria as you walked into the glorious smelling kitchen, there were notes of garlic and herbs in the air, “smells amazing, mom.”

Maria grinned at you as she kissed your hair, “thank you baby, you look like you’re feeling better.”

You shrugged as you snagged a handful of grated cheese, ignoring the way she tutted at you, “yeah, I’m okay. Max is a huge jerk.”

Maria laughed and was about to reply, when the back door banged open and your twin brother Frankie walked in, spattered with mud and carrying a football, he’d spent most of his summer playing soccer. He was going to be the Captain of the football team this year, senior year.

“Hey, mom, is it cool if Peter comes to dinner tonight?” he asked as he got a bottle of grape soda from the fridge.

Maria smiled, “of course darling, I really like Peter.”

You scoffed and leaned against the kitchen counter, “only because Peter keeps him out of trouble because he’s such a loser.”

Frankie and Peter had been friends for years, and it was the most unlikely pairing because Frankie was popular and on the football team, while Peter was in the decathlon team, but it seemed like Frankie didn’t really care about the status quo, not like you did.

“Y/N!” your mom said sternly as she frowned at you.

Frankie narrowed his eyes as he glared at you, it was remarkable how much he looked like your dad when he did that, “oh dear, I’m terribly sorry, Y/N,” he started sarcastically, “I forgot that unfortunately we can’t be all as popular as you and Max. Where is he anyway? I haven’t seen the little shit in ages.”

“We broke up.”

Frankie’s face fell and he looked apologetic – an expression he rarely wore – “what happened?”

You raised an eyebrow and shrugged, “he cheated on me so I dumped him.”

Frankie cursed beneath his breath, the angry look fixed on his face again, “he’s not playing on the team this year I’m going to kill him!”

“Who are we killing?” your godfather, Billy Russo laughed as he walked into the kitchen with your dad, Frank.

Your mom sighed as she turned round with her hands on her hips, fixing all four of you with a stern look, “we have a perfectly good living room! Why don’t you all go in there instead of distracting me?” she laughed as she shooed all four of you out into the hallway.

Frankie looked at Billy and your dad, “we’re killing Y/N’s ex-boyfriend, Max.”

There was a look of immense relief on Frank’s face, “thank god you’ve got rid of that tool! You’re much better without him sweetheart,” he smiled as he wrapped and arm around your shoulders and kissed your forehead.

“Thanks, dad,” you laughed.

“Frankie, if you don’t get a shower before Peter comes then you’re not joining us for dinner!” your mom shouted from inside the kitchen.

You smirked at your brother, “she’s right, you do pong a little,” you laughed when Frankie gave you the finger and traipsed up the stairs, bouncing his muddy ball onto the carpet as he went. Mom was going to kill him.

You were helping Maria set the dining room table when the doorbell rang, making you jump slightly, “can you get that for me love? It’ll be Peter,” she smiled as she lit some vanilla scented candles, you sighed and nodded, “be nice, Y/N,” she warned you.

“Of course,” you mumbled beneath your breath, it’s not like you hated Peter or anything, you just didn’t know him and you had no desire to get to know him.

You pulled open the door and acknowledged the curly haired boy with a nod of your head, he smiled at you as he hitched his bag higher onto his shoulder, “hey Y/N.”

“Hi Peter, come on in,” you stepped aside to let him in and he smiled at you gratefully, “Frankie’s upstairs, you can go on up.”

“Thanks,” he smiled and looked through to the kitchen, “hi Mr and Mrs Castle, Mr Russo,” he waved politely and all three adults beamed.

“Hey Pete,” your dad grinned, it was clear that everyone loved Peter.

Dinner was great that night, everyone was getting on and the conversation was flowing freely as you all sampled your mom’s delicious food. Billy was talking about his security company, Anvil and Peter seemed really interested, it looked like he was hanging onto Billy’s every word. You wouldn’t have thought that Peter would be interested in something like Anvil.

There was a short lull in the conversation where Frankie caught your eye with a smirk on his face and you raised an eyebrow at him questioningly as you sipped your soda, he looked over at your mom and gestured to his food, “the food is great mom but it could really do with some more salt,” he joked.

You let out a surprised laugh while Peter gasped and Billy snorted into his food, your dad had to look away to keep himself from laughing.

Maria narrowed her eyes at her son, if looks could kill then Frankie would be six feet under, “oh, tu maiale ingrato,” she tried to sound stern but you could hear the laughter in her voice.

Frankie gasped, “I have no idea what you’ve just said but it sounded very offensive,” your brother wasn’t really interested in learning Italian, “seriously, what did you just call me?”

“An ungrateful pig,” you and Peter said in unison and you glanced up at Peter in surprise to see a faint blush painted across his cheeks.

“I didn’t know that you knew Italian,” you remarked as you shovelled in a forkful of pasta.

“I didn’t expect you to know something like that,” he mumbled, his eyes widening a second later as he glanced over at your dad nervously, “I just mean, we don’t really talk all that much so how could you have known?” he laughed nervously and you smirked at his shyness.

Your mom quickly changed the subject, throwing a meaningful look at you “are you guys sneaking off to Flash’s party tonight?”

You choked on your soda as you exchanged panicked looks with Peter and Frankie, “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” at your blatant lie, Billy snickered around his beer but managed to pass it off as a cough.

Your dad only chuckled as he leaned back in his chair, “you think we don’t know? We weren’t born yesterday, Y/N. We left you to it because we trust you and sneaking out is a normal teenage thing.”

You smiled at your dad before shaking your head, “I won’t be going but I’ve told Flash that he needs to save me some cake,” you laughed.

Peter frowned over at you, “I don’t mean to be nosy but why aren’t you going, Y/N? Won’t Max be there?”

“We broke up, Peter.”

Peter’s face drained of colour as he bit his lip and ran his fingers through his hair, “sorry, Y/N,” he mumbled.

“Don’t worry about it,” you replied with a smile.

Frankie snickered as he looked between you and Peter, shaking his head when you gave him a questioning look, “don’t worry about her, Pete, she’s been shut up in her room for most of the summer,” he smirked, to which you rolled your eyes, tempted to give him the finger.

“I’ll have you know that I’ve been working on a project that hopefully will help Tony Stark and The Avengers.”

Peter perked up, looking delighted, “I’m sure he’ll be grateful for the help, Y/N,” he grinned at you and you couldn’t help but smile back.

Later on, when Frankie and Peter were leaving for Flash’s party, Frankie glanced at you from over his shoulder, “are you sure that you don’t want to come?” he asked, his eyes full of concern.

Forcing a smile, you shook your head, though you were mostly alright with the breakup, you still didn’t want to see Max flirting with everyone in sight. Because, you knew that he would be, “no thanks, don’t forget the cake,” you warned with a laugh.

“I’ll make sure he doesn’t,” Peter smirked at Frankie.

“Thanks, Peter,” you laughed and Frankie held up his hands in mock surrender.

“Never thought I’d see the day when you guys are ganging up on me together,” he chuckled, “if I happen to see Max, I’m going to kick his ass.”

“You’re the real MVP, Frankie,” you laughed as he bade you goodbye with a lazy salute, before walking out the front door with Peter. They didn’t have to sneak out this year.

You decided to go to bed early that night because your mom and dad ended up snuggled on the sofa with a bottle of red wine, and Billy had a date. Over the past few weeks, you had got out of the habit of constantly checking your phone, but tonight you just couldn’t help it. Nothing. You weren’t completely sure what you were looking for. Closure, perhaps? An explanation?

With a sigh, you walked into your bedroom and threw your phone onto your bed, you were just going to go straight to bed but you decided to work some more on your project. The formula needed to be refined before you presented it to Mr Stark. When you were struggling to keep your eyes open, you finally climbed into your warm bed and fell into a dreamless sleep within seconds.

On your last day of freedom, you woke up bright and early, feeling refreshed and made your way downstairs. You were filled with delight when you walked into the kitchen and saw cupcakes from Flash’s party on the counter, you didn’t see the way your parents were eyeing you with worry. You picked up a cupcake and laughed at the Spider-Man frosting.

“God, Flash is so obsessed,” you smiled as you turned to face your parents, your smile dropped when you saw the horrified looks on their faces, “what? What’s wrong?” you asked, feeling worry fill your chest.

“Y/N,” your mom sighed, before hesitating as if she was trying to gather her thoughts, “when was the last time you saw or heard from Max?”

You sighed, putting the cupcake down, confused as to why she was bringing this up, “I saw him a few days ago at the grocery store. Why?”

“Sweetheart,” your dad started as he reached out for you, “he was found this morning off a trail in the woods.”

“Found?” you frowned, you didn’t like the sound of that at all.

Frank sighed as he exchanged a worried look with Maria, “I’ll try and put this as delicately as I can, Y/N. Max was found in the woods with his wrists slashed, it looks like he’s been there for a day or two at the most, it seems like he did it to himself. It’s not public knowledge yet but his parents gave us a call earlier this morning, they wanted you to know. I’m so sorry darling.”

For a second, you felt nothing, and then your brain finally registered his words and you felt faint, tears springing to your eyes.

“Y/N, sweetie, are you okay?” your mom’s voice sounded as though it was underwater.

“I’m going to be sick,” you managed to say before you ran out of the room and emptied the contents of your stomach into the toilet. Tears streamed down your face, Max was dead? It was hard to believe that he’d killed himself.

You didn’t know how deal with your feelings, you should be troubled and sad, maybe, the reality hadn’t sunken in yet. You jumped when you felt a gentle, cool hand on your back, you didn’t even hear anyone come into the bathroom. You turned around and saw with embarrassment that it was Peter, he had a look of concern on his face and he was holding a glass of water. His hair was curly and his eyes were sleepy as he rubbed them with one hand.

“Thank you,” you mumbled as he handed it to you.

“Are you sick?” he asked and you shook your head.

“No, I’ll be fine, you don’t have to worry about me.”

Peter shrugged with a small smile, “I don’t mind,” he sat next to you as you drained the glass of water like it was the sweetest thing you’d ever tasted, “wanna talk about it?”

You scoffed a little, “no, but I’m sure that you’ll find out in a couple of days anyway. Max was found dead in the woods, he killed himself,” you whispered, it sounded so awful to say out loud.

Peter’s eyes widened and he looked horrified but he seemed to snap out of it pretty quickly so he could comfort you, “Y/N, I’m so sorry. How are you feeling?”

You were grateful that he didn’t ask you if you were okay, because of course you weren’t. You shrugged, “I should be heartbroken, I should be sobbing on this floor right now but I hardly feel anything, like I’m numb.”

Peter nodded, it looked like he knew what you were talking about, “everybody deals with grief differently but I was the same way after my Uncle died.”

“How long did it take for reality to set in?”

Peter bit his lip, “a couple of days,” he hesitated, running his fingers through his hair, “look, I know this is probably the longest conversation we’ve ever had but you can talk to me about this if you need to. Anytime.”

“Thank you, Peter,” you smiled at him.

“Everything alright, guys?” Frankie said from the doorway as he looked between you and Peter with an unreadable expression on his face.

You forced a smile, “yeah! You guys are going to the beach today, right?”

Frankie nodded, running a hand through his hair, “we really should get going, Pete.”

Peter bit his lip as he looked at you and you smiled, “I’ll be fine, go.”

Peter nodded as he got to his feet, “remember what I said, Y/N?” he bit his lip as he looked at you almost shyly.

“Of course, thanks Pete,” you nodded, ignoring the suspicious look on Frankie’s face.

Catch Me If You Can (Peter Parker x Reader)

I looked around, sighing in frustration. It was not comfortable waiting for someone during the winter, in New York. And choosing a rooftop was definitely not a good idea.

I was waiting for Peter, a close friend of mine, I had told him to meet me immediately and told him it was very urgent. There wasn’t anything wrong, it was just that my paranoia had me under control, driving me mentally sick because for days, maybe weeks I had just one question in my head: could Peter…be Spider-Man?

It all had started when he ‘got an internship in the Stark Industries’. He constantly ditched me, showed up late everywhere, left me and Ned with all the work we had for our science project and Ms. Parker started asking me questions to see if I knew why Peter kept sneaking out at night. If he was Spider-Man, all of these would make sense along with some other small details I noticed. Maybe I was just watching too much Sherlock. But no matter what, I had to know. I just had to have an answer.

“(Y/N)!” Peter’s screaming made me jump in fear, pulling me out of my thoughts.

I turned to face him as he rushed in front of me. “What is going on? What is so urgent you wanted to meet here, in the middle of the night?” His voice reflecting his anger.

“I-I have to tell you something.” Ask you something. Ask! Why am I so nervous?

“What? What is it?”

“I know.” I was only capable of saying those two words. Even though I had this conversation practiced in my head a dozen times, I couldn’t help but be nervous.

“What? Know what?” He chuckled nervously, making me more confident of myself.

“I know Peter! So-so you better explain yourself before I-“

“(Y/N)! You know what? Just tell me!”

“Why you sneak out at night, why you always ditch me, have scarves all over you, a-and whenever you’re gone stuff, you know, happens! I am not an idiot.”

I saw the shock in his eyes as his mouth opened, no word coming out.

“Y-you, I don’t know what you’re saying. I have no clue. Zero, like-like none, you know what-“

“Peter! Just admit it.”

“Admit what? You’re freaking me the hell out.” He said, trying to act all cool.

“Admit who youare.”

“We’ve been friends since elementary school, don’t you kn-“

“Peter!” I shouted again. “I know you’re Spider-Man.”

“W-what? I-I’m not Spider-Man! What the hell?” He said, laughing nervously again.

“Oh you’re not?” I asked sarcastically.

“Of course not!”

“So you’re doing all those things becaausseee?”

“The Stark Internship! I’ve been saying- Do you even ever listen to me?”

“Oh, yeah, right, that! Why couldn’t I think of that! So what do you do in this ‘internship’?”

“(Y/N), you sound so crazy right know.”

“C-crazy? Me?” I took a few steps back, running my hands through my hair. I was freaking the hell out.

“Yeah you! You know what, I’ll prove it to you. Show you where I work, introduce you-“

“P-prove it to me?” I asked, as the words left my mouth, an idea popped into my head. I turned my back to Peter, facing the view up from the rooftop we were standing in.

“Yes! How about tomorrow? I promise.”

I didn’t answer, I just walked towards the edge. I saw the ground, God, how high is this building?

I turned back to face Peter, with a creepy grin on myself. “Peter, you’re telling me you’re not…”

“Not Spider-Man!”

I took a few more steps towards the edge.

“(Y/N) What are you-“

“So that would mean…” I looked down at the ground again before looking at him over my shoulder.

“You couldn’t do anything, you know, if I happened to slip and-“

“No no no no I don’t like where this is going.” He walked towards me, there were still a long distance between us.

“So if I jump,” I stepped on the sides.

“…You couldn’t catch me.”

“You are being insane! Get back down, please!”

“Not until you tell me who you are.”

He walked towards me, “N-no! Come any closer and I’ll jump.”

“Okay, okay!” He stopped, holding his hands up in the air. “Just please, for the love of god, get down from there.”

“Peter, admit it.” I said, my voice more confident. I knew no matter what, he could catch me. He was Spider-Man.

“I-I…(Y/N) I AM NOT SPIDER-MAN!”

“Well, I guess, I am going to die…” I took one more step. And that was it, there was no more space left.

“Get down there, please! I. AM. NOT. SPIDER-MAN.”

I took a deep breath. My heart was pounding in my chest. I heard him talking, but I wasn’t listening anymore. I knew there was only one way to find out.

I let myself go, backwards into the darkness. He shouted my name, and I caught a sight of him running towards the edge. That was the last thing I saw before I shut my eyes. Just in a few seconds, I found myself in his arms, my face buried in his shoulder. We were…up in the air. My brain couldn’t function what was happening. I opened my eyes when my feet touched the ground.

“Oh my god.” I breathed out as I looked at him. We were safe on the ground.

“Are you okay?” He asked as he held my face, looking into my eyes.

“Y-yes. I knew it.”

He wrapped his arms around me. “Don’t ever do that again. You scared the living shit out of me.”

I closed my eyes as I hugged his neck. “It’s okay. I knew you would catch me.”

PETER PARKER | “Blood and Silk Sheets”

Requested: no
Published: January 2nd, 2022
Pairing: Established tasm!Peter Parker x Reader
Prompt(s): none
Warning(s): none
Word count: 2.3k
Author’s note: My obsession continues. I’m having waay too much with his character. Also Trixie!

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While at it please read my “Way Too Far From Home” one shot because it does not want to appear in the tags no matter how many times I repost it.

“How was school today?”

You stopped fiddling with the asparagus in the corner of your plate. Your mother’s cheerful voice had you reaching for your cup of water if only to give work to your mouth, so you didn’t have to engage. It needed ice cubes, the water, because room temperature with steak for dinner was not a good choice. Still, you downed it because it meant no immediate answer was needed.

Placing the high glass back on the table, you managed an awkward smile and said, “Good.”

Because it was just that.

Good.

Nothing new, nothing special. Only grades and exams and a shit ton of assignments.

“Just good?” She enquired innocently, cutting her steak delicately.

“The steak’s nice,” you said instead. Your mother’s eyes went ablaze at the lack of response, and just as she opened her mouth to demand intimate detail about how your day went, your younger sister jumped out of her seat and pointed at the TV.

“Look mom! Spider-Man!”

“Trixie-” Your mother began to tell her to stay put, but with no avail.

The child of destruction had already leaped for the sofa, throwing herself over the armrest to get a better view of the TV. She rolled over twice between the fluffy blanket before she was happily settled in to watch…

The news.

Your heart leaped in your chest.

But your mother was watching you.

Don’t show it. Don’t show it.

Don’t give her a reason to suspect. Don’t let her know you’re interested (rightfully so) in what had happened to the masked hero. Especially not for the sole reason that it will give her ammo.  

The woman had her suspicions.

“HE’S BLEEDING! OH MY GOOD MOM–”

Your eyes widened ever so slightly, and you dug into your mashed potatoes like a lunatic.

“Several eyewitnesses have confirmed what many already knew. Spider-Man had fallen down thirty stories and is currently…”

“How awful,” your mother mused, cradling the wine glass in her hand. She never had a thing for peace makers that weren’t wearing a badge, “Doesn’t Peter know him?”

Should have just given it to me straight, you thought. “No, Peter just takes pictures of him.”

“Just pictures?”

“Yeah?”

“You sure?”

You gave her a look, “I’m pretty sure I would know if my boyfriend was friends with Spider-Man.”

“Not just friends but,” she began conspiratorially, but waved a hand. “Never mind.”

Then, just as fate smiled your way and your mother began succumbing to the wine and lack of interest in your geeky boyfriend (for who she did not know just fell thirty stories!) a sound so close to a falling table reasoned in the hallway.

Your room.

Not the hallway.

“What was that?”

The steak turned ashen in your mouth.

Your little sister felt as though it was her duty to pipe in from the couch, “Maybe there’s someb-”

“A lamp!” You blurted out with vehemence, “The white one from Ikea. I must have left the window open. I should probably-”

You were already running across the living room. “Y/N! Come back here this instant!”

Trixie was cackling on her spot as if shedidn’t leap off the dining table herself. “Zero manners.” You leaned into her face to say the words and snatched the pillow beneath her, ruining her tangled bliss.

“Hey!”

You took two stairs at the time, barging through your room as if you knew a burglar was in there. Scanning the desk, on which the white lamp laid undisturbed, you turned to the beanbag in the corner.

Nothing.

Then the bed.

First thing you said was, “The sheets!”

“What?” Asked Peter groggily, as if he had slept nicely before you came raging through. He twisted in his Spandex suit to release pressure on the silk sheet you were so desperately trying to get away from him. “Your boyfriend’s bleeding and you’re worried about sheets?”

“They’re silk,” you said as if it answered everything, gathering the flowery pattern that kept slipping away. “And you’ll heal.”

He brought out a hand and webs shot out, grasping your wrist and pulling you to the bed when you almost teleported to the other side of the room. Peter was so out of it he just nuzzled himself against your fallen body and murmured an almost drunken, “You smell soo nice babe.”

“Stop it,” you were still hugging the sheets in your arms, willing yourself not give him any attention. You were so angry you could bite his ear clean off.

Stupid invasive thoughts.

“Y/N? Who are you talking to?” Your mother’s voice hollered from downstairs.

Fearing she would trek her merry way upstairs and find you in bed with a bloodied red and blue man (who still wore his mask), you released the sheets and grabbed Peter’s wrist. You lead the dangly muscle clad arm to the direction of the door handle, “Shoot.”

“What?” He mumbled in your neck, sending tingles running.

“Just…” You tried to ignore his warm breath, “Just shoot your webs Peter for the love of everything–”

Pop.

The door handle became a sticky mess, connected to the wall and door by unbreakable web. You sighed in relief and fell back against the pillow. It was silk too, but you didn’t have time to strip it clean. “I need to see those wounds.”

He groaned.

“I’m serious Peter,” you told him. “Take off your shirt. Or suit. Or whatever. Now.”

“So bossy.”

You snatched off his mask yourself, revealing a Peter Parker with nasty cuts all over his face. Upon seeing the look on your face, he brought his bloodied lip out in an innocent, broad smile as his cheek rested squished on your pillow. Blood trailed his face like tears.

“Let me get the aid kit,” you announced. “Clothes are coming off. Now.”

“Yes ma'am,” he smiled, muttering a happy, “Don’t have to tell me twice.”

The aid kit was placed underneath your desk, settled in a big shoebox that once housed knee-high boots but had to give up the space in order for the emergency kit to settle in. “You have an aid kit in your room?”

You felt his eyes on your bottom as you pushed out the white leather chair and crouched beneath the big desk, half expecting to rattle your head against it because of his watchful eyes. His footsteps creaked the laminate flooring as he fought his suit, hopping from one foot to another. “Be quiet!” You said and retrieved the kit. “And yes, I do have an emergency kit in my room because you keep coming to me injured! Now take off the suit.”

“I’m trying,” Peter said beneath the suit that now clawed at his face, acting as a mask when it wasn’t. “I really am babe.” He added when he felt your own fingers attempting to grasp his suit. Every time you pinched a spot, the skintight cloth found it rebellious to slip right through.

“How do you even get this thing off?” You asked him, breathless at the lack of sudden air.

“Lots of practice.” He replied helpfully, his body unmoving as he allowed you to dot all over him. You found a good grasping spot just above his collarbone and yanked, feeling the material finally work alongside you. “And a vicious girlfriend. Ow.”

When at last the suit fell apart, you exhaled in relief but blanched at the sight of his chest.

He kissed your worried face away. “I’m fine.”

“No you’re not,” you stated, pushed him down on the bed.

“Ooohkinky.”

“Shut up,” you couldn’t help but laugh, reaching for the aid kit. “You fell down thirty stories.”

“You saw?”

“No,” you shook your head grimly, settling his head on your lap. “I heard.On the news.”

He visibly cringed, no doubt feeling terrible that you had to found out that way. Was he in the wrong for not telling you that his today’s adventure was probably going to end with him in pain? Yeah, probably, he thought.

“Mom’s been a pain in my butt though,” you told him with fake chirpiness, dabbing the antiseptic on his nose. He seethed but said nothing, being an obedient boyfriend after putting you in such a frenzy. “Almost told her that the punk she calls Spider-Man might very well be her son-in-law. God she’s infuriating.”

Peter smiled big and wide, having heard nothing of what you said save for that one label.

“And Trix?” You began droning on, “It’s like she wants mom to know. Ever since youtold her who you were…”

Peter liked your sister. Liked the filterless kid with all his might. Even the purple temporary color in her hair that she always begged you put on her. He thought it was cute that she already had such a strong personality. Smart mouth and dye in her hair.

And his biggest fan.

Then a knock on the door. Your head whipped mid wound cleaning.

“It’s Trix,” Peter supplied.

You threw a bandage at the door. It didn’t make it farther than Peter’s knee. “Go away!”

“Please!”

Throwing Peter’s head off your lap (gently) you stood up and brushed the creases off your pants. His blood blended with your dark shirt, so you were less worried about traumatizing your sister. You took a step toward the door before Peter pulled you to him. “What are you doing?” You whisper-shouted, careful not to touch his injuries after you landed on top of him.

He mouthed one word. Kiss.

“What for?”

Peter rolled his eyes, “To make it better. It’s a condition.”

“Oh? A condition?” You looked him in the eyes, tilting your head. “You’re setting up contidions?”

“It’s in the contract,” he supplied, running a hand beneath your loose shirt. “Y'know, no big deal.”

“Really? No big deal?”

“Mhmm.”

You were about to make his wish come true when he raised his head and stole one for himself. Then another. And another. “Peter…” You said in between each kiss, giddy despite the fact worry cruised through your veins. “You’re impossible.”

“I know,” he replied proudly and settled back, his torso naked for all to see. Not wanting to traumatize your sister, you at last grabbed the silken material you so desperately tried to save and threw it on him.

“Behave,” you pointed a finger, grabbed scissors off the desk and yanked them into the web. “I believe it’s in the contract.”

“No it’s not.”

“Oh I think it is,” you told him with a light smirk, “It’s under mutuality of obligation. Both parties agree that Peter Parker must listen to his girlfriend at all times,” you pointed at yourself with the scissors. “Aka me.”

His chuckle was the last thing heard before the web broke apart and a small body of a child barreled through, ear first and then the rest of her body following.

“Were you eavesdropping?” You asked your sister after grabbing her by the elbow to prevent her fall.

Trxie fixed you a stare, “No I wasn’t.”

“Yes, you were,” you and Peter said at the same time.

Her jaw went slack, “Peter!”

You rolled your eyes, shutting the door after peering into the hallway in search for your mother. “Great now we have an audience.” You said after shutting it.

“How are you feeling?” Trixie asked him, ignoring you. “I saw you on TV.”

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine Trix,” he told her banged up. “No big deal.”

“I knew it,” she said, proud to have guessed right. If only she saw what lay beneath the sheet her hero was covered with. Trixie turned to you, “Mom’s sleeping.”

“Hallelujah.”

“So, Trix,” Peter tried to sound casual as you leaned against the table with your hip, daring him with your eyes to tell her how much it hurt. “H-how’s it going?”

She scooted closer to his head, and he grunted in pain, masking the action by coughing. Your eyebrows reached your hairline.

“Good,” Trixie’s hair fell beside his. “How are you doing?”

“Oh,” he sounded surprised. “I-I’m doing good Trix. Doin’ realgood.”

“Then why’d you fall down thirty stories?”

You couldn’t help but laugh.

“I saw everything,” she announced proudly, twisting until her cheek lay in her palm, elbow digging into the bed and everything. Peter, who still rested on his back looked at her from the corner of his eye. “Somebody filmed you and they played it on the news. It was in slow motion and everything.”

“You probably shouldn’t have seen that,” Peter told her. “Too graphic.”

“So what? I can take it.”

“You’re eight Trixie.”

“And you’re eighteen and can’t even do your job right.”

“O-kay, Trix,” you came in between, grabbing her leg and yanking her toward you. “That’s enough. Thank you for bruising his ego.”

“Yeah, thanks Trix.” Peter added, suddenly sour.

“No problem,” she said, confused as to why she was unrightfully being kicked out but still proud to receive thank yous.

“Yep,” you lead her by the shoulders, “Thanks for the audience kid.”

Just as you were about to close to door in her face did she announce, “Mom said you’re driving me to school tomorrow.”

“Sure,” you said, done with dealing with her. “Might even let Peter swing you there if you leave me alone.”

Her eyes sparkled, “You promise?”

She already had a finger out. You rolled your eyes and looped your pinky through hers. “Now leave us alone.”

“Done!” She skedaddled back to where she came from.

“Impossible,” you muttered after her and closed the door. “Can’t a woman have any peace-”

Peter suddenly stood incredibly close to you, some of his wounds already healed. “Thanks for the help Y/N but I really need to make my payment.”

“It’s in the contract?” You asked him, watching him nod eagerly. “All right then. Come and collect.”

He swooped in and kissed you long, hard and good.

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1. “Way Too Far From Home”
2. “Empire State“
   

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Published: December 31st, 2021
Pairing: Established Peter Parker x Reader
Prompt(s): none
Warning(s): none
Word count: 2k
Author’s note: I’m obsessing over Andrew’s Spidey which is why I need to get all these ideas out of my system

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“Babe? Babe? Where are you?”

You took a long look around yourself, catching breath with immense difficulty while among the scraper high building tops of the New York city skyline. Here at the peak, there was nothing but the East River and tinted windows to look at while your hair constantly whipped in your face. Your knees shook as you gripped the phone, crouching on the metal platform while you were cuffed against its railing. You had twisted and turned until your phone had somehow managed to fall to your ear.  

“I, um,” you licked your dry lips and looked up and over your shoulder as if the flying man that had abducted you would show up and strangle you for good. Then turned to look ahead, whispering to not look down constantly into the dry air. The gaps in the platform were taunting as they revealed the bare bottom of the finest New York pavement. The pedestrians you knew were walking aimlessly over the very spot that could very well be your death bed should everything fall from beneath your sneaker clad feet. “Empire State Building?”

“How high?”

“Top high?”

“I’m on my way.”

The line went dead but you still kept the phone close to your ear as if his voice might penetrate through it again and give you the comfort you needed to not fall apart under preassure.

He was on his way, you kept telling yourself, picturing him swinging through the streets of New York to get you.

You pocketed the phone in your back pocket with a stifled groan, cursing at the sheer complexity of your situation while you stood on shaky feet with hands behind your back that howled in uncomfortable pain. Being snatched from a freaking restaurant was not on your days agenda. Being carried all the way to the top of Empire State and then leftthere, stranded and shaking, to fend for yourself while bound.

Thank goodness your data plan was solid.

Expensive, but solid.

The hairs on your neck rose, and you whipped your head around to look at the metal clad man before you. He had an eye missing, and now steel sat in its place, a result of whatever experiment he had done to himself to accomplish this new look. His hands shook with vibration, consequence of so much power brewing in them while his healthy russet eye beheld you there, tied and unmoving and so close to death. So close to falling to your demise.  

You dared not to think about it.    

“Hey there professor,” you willed your voice into cheerfulness, as you always did when you spoke to the man in class. Organic chemistry, he was teaching, and yet the only chemistry in his attire was the bright yellow liquid swimming in tubes attached to his arms. “How…how’s it going?”

He seethed and took a step closer. Dr. Edward Carlson, infamously known campus wide as Professor Combustion. Teaching at Columbia University. Now looking like a war criminal.

As if he heard your thoughts, fire escaped his fist.

Combustion indeed.

“Y/N,” you nodded against his words, stretching your lips into a humorless smile.

“That’s me,” you said in a sing-song voice, throwing a look at one of the building tops, eager to see a blotch of red and blue swinging your way.

You remember Peter’s words.

“Rule number one,” Peter told you, holding out a finger with his free hand. You both walked hand in hand through Columbia’s garden. “Stall.”

“Stall?” You repeated.

“Yeah,” he said simply, as if he said everything that needed to be said with just that one word had been revealed. “Like, if someone gets to you – which I will never let happen – you need to stall until I get there.”

“Stall with what? Pop culture random facts?”

Peter laughed, stumbling in his steps and halting you as well. You laughed lightly, “What?”

He shook his head and with a grin pulled you to him. “You’re adorable.”

“And deadly,” you added, feigning anger as you looked at him through your eyelashes, puffing out your cheeks while at it.

Peter’s hand cupped your cheek until you stood on your toes to let him kiss you. It was slow and steady, the kiss, filling you with warmth until your toes curled in your shoes. “You’re so deadly even I’m scared of you. And I’m Spiderman.”

“Hey professor,” you called out over your shoulder, listening to the scratching of metal against metal as he twisted and turned forward to assess you. “Right so…I…I don’t know why you’re doing this. Honestly sir, I’ve done nothing wrong. I mean, I did…but not to you sir. Like I’ve never done anything to-”

“Silence!”

Your bones stilled, but you pushed harder when you heard him walk away from you. When the sound of metal against metal became too far away. When you looked over your shoulder to see him preparing to ascend. To wreak havoc. “D-did you know sir,” you said with a light shout, and turned to the East River before his eyes could meet your own. “That they use real organs in Grey’s Anatomy. Like they’re actually real. Not real people organs per se, b-but like cow and stuff. I-I don’t know if they actually kill the cows – I mean I hope not – but like…fun fact! I know how much you love the show sir.”

Your laugh was pathetically weak.

But it came through.

“Really?”

Your heart galloped in your chest in a winning spirit. “Yes! Yes sir! One hundred percent legit. Actually-”

Awhoosh reasoned through the air, whipping your hair to the left and cutting off another pop culture reference. You released puffs of air to push the hair off your nose and eyes, hands tied behind your back and all. You vaguely heard Edward Carlson grunt before something detached itself from the Empire State building and fell right to the bottom that was so very far away. Your platform got the end of it, breaking and bending until you almost fell off.

You closed your eyes, feeling tears gather behind. Time passed where only the sound of falling debris made its way to your ears.  

Then hands.

Strong hands grasping your shoulders and the metal that bounded you to the platform. “Peter?”

You watched his mask as he pushed his whole body against you, shielding you from the view you grew accustomed to. It was like a weight dropped from your chest now that there was something between you and the undeniable fear of falling. Peter wrapped his arms around your waist and arms, caging you in, protecting you as your chin rested on his shoulder and he grabbed the cuffs with both hands and finally ripped them apart.

Your sore wrists were freed, and you almost fell to your face.  

Peter cupped your face in his hands, and barely, just barely could you make out the face beneath the mask. The familiar boy you adored. If only you hadn’t been so distracted by the howling wind and lack of air, perhaps then you could have seen the raging fear in his face. Peter pushed your hair from your face, “Ready?”

You nodded, “Yeah.”

Your voice was barely audible as you wrapped an arm around his shoulder, then another around his other. Legs came next and you made them a solid force around his waist. He gripped your thighs as he settled you better against him and even gave your bum a few taps.

You didn’t realize how you had deflated in relief upon his casual behavior. “Ready? Count for me.”

Taking a deep breath, you tightened your grip on him and said, “One-”

He leaped off the building. You didn’t wait until three, you recall screaming in his ear like a banshee, holding him in an unyielding grip as webs shot out of his wrists, attaching themselves to edifices, windows and rooftops and everything else you couldn’t catch under the speed.

“Where do you wanna go?” Peter asked you mid jump, holding your waist with one hand.

“Where do-” You breathed, “Idon'tknow! Home?”

“Home it is.” He took a sharp turn into a street, then slowly he began lowering the acceleration, easing his swings as you made your merry way to the familiar building. You watched the sidewalk beneath you.

“Y/N?”  

“José?” You gaped at the elderly man that sat on the stairs in front of your building. He turned to stand up and open the door for you to walk through, but Peter was quicker than José was – good intentions and all – scaling the lamppost as he said cheerfully, “Thanks José but we’re gonna take the other way.”

“What other way? There is no other way.” You distantly heard the man say. Webs shot out to a balcony, then another one, and another until at last Peter grabbed your balcony and hauled you both over it. There you were, on the safety of your balcony and nowhere near Empire State Building.

You still didn’t let go.

Peter hugged your thighs with his arms and eased. “You can let go now.”

You shook your head and hugged him closer.

Your boyfriend sighed in good humor and asked, patting your backside. “Keys?”

“It’s unlocked,” you muttered into his shoulder.

You could feel him shake his head as he began walking toward the balcony door. He jiggled the lock and found it true to your words, unlocked. “You should start locking your doors Y/N.”

“Okay,” was all you said.

Peter’s strides toward your quaint, clustered kitchen were long and powerful. He settled you onto the counter with ease and pulled his mask off with a tug. “What was that?” You asked him, remembering how the metal wrapped the man like a gift, the sound it made, how fearful it made you be. “What happened to him?”

Peter came back from your bathroom with a first aid kit and only then did you realize that there was blood running down your temple. It pounded, the pain seizing you with every move of your head. You faltered when he pulled out bandages and antiseptic wipes and saw that he didn’t hesitate when ripping open the latter. “I don’t know,” he replied softly and pressed the wipe against the wound without a warning.  Hissing, you willed your body not to move but with no avail. Peter grabbed your jaw softly and held your face so he could clean it, “Take it easy tiger.”

He too had shallow cuts along his face, you noticed from the corner of your eye. “You’re hurt.”

“I’ll heal,” he said simply, which was true and the only reason why you didn’t push further. “But you won’t which is why I gotta take care of you.”

“I can put a bandage on myself, thank you very much.”

Peter chuckled and patted your knee with his hand. You spread them wide so he could fit right between your legs, closing the gap between you so he had better access to the nasty, bloodied cut. Your heart pounded in your chest, but you couldn’t tell if it was from the leftover fear or his near proximity. “There we go,” your boyfriend clicked his tongue when the bandage finally covered the wound. “Good as new.”

“I bet,” you fixed your hair over it so that it wasn’t visible. The shakiness of your hands didn’t go unnoticed. His spidey sense made it easy for him to snatch your hands in his before you could pull them away.  

“You’re shaking,” he observed, his thumbs brushing against your bloodied knuckles.

“Yeah, well,” you put on a bravado, “It’s not every day you’re tied up at the top of the Empire State building and left stranded.”

Despite the lightness in your tone, Peter visibly cringed. You leaned forward and kissed him. “It’s not your fault.”

“I should’ve gotten there sooner…”

“It’s okay Peter really, I’mokay.” You said softly and embraced him long and steady, your arms through his.

He melted into your touch like butter.

It was blissful seconds before you couldn’t help yourself, “You stink.”

“I do?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh no.”

“You need to take a shower.”

His eyes filled with mischief, “Wanna help?”  

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PETER PARKER | “Way Too Far From Home”

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Published: December 31st, 2021
Pairing:Established Peter Parker x Reader
Prompt(s):none
Warning(s):just watch out if you haven’t seen the movie because this has majorspoilers
Word count: 1.7k
Author’s note:Lol this fic is sooo chaotic and I love it! Literally watched this movie two hours ago and am still in such shock. Anyhow I binged Andrew’s Spiderman movies in preparation for my cinema outing and fell in love with him. This is just a way for me to get it out of my system. The convo is all movie accurate because believe it or not I was able to find a cam version somewhere on the internet. ENJOY!

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“How do you know Peter?”

“How do I know Peter?” You repeated, “Peter Parker?”

Hands shaking against the wooden chair you were holding; you watched the two teenagers before you. One was curly haired and skinny, with mistrust swirling in her dark eyes. Obviously, she was overwhelmed by yourself, but she didn’t dare show it. MJ was her name. And the boy beside her, with a bizarre ring adorning half his hand and an emotionally very expressive face showed just how your presence messed with his coherence. How every step you took had him glancing at his grandma as if he might grab her and run away to safety. That was Ned.

The question was left unanswered in the pregnant silence, and the air buzzed with tension. You looked from one figure to the other, eyebrows rising more and more as time passed and no one spoke. The girl’s nostrils flared as she beheld you from the other side of the table, acting as if the wood was a protective barrier between her and the unknown.  

Your bubble snapped when she reached for a fork on the table. “All right! All right!”

You gave them your palms, missing only a white flag to symbolize truce. “Peter…” You looked at them. Looked at them good. “Peter Parker…” His name was emphasized slowly, stretched out by your mouth so there was no way in hell they could mistake him. “Is my boyfriend.”

They gaped.

The girl ignored the cutlery and grabbed a bread roll instead, chucking it at your head.

She missed but barely. “What the hell was that for?!”

“For lying!” Ned said in her name and grabbed one for himself.

“No! No, no, no, no!”

He halted.

“I swear I’m not lying!” Why would you be lying? There was no reason to hide the fact that Peter Parker lived and breathed for you. That just yesterday, he had flowers waiting in his hands as he took you out to dinner. That a week ago, he took you swinging with him across New York.

“And why should we believe you?” MJ asked defensively. Your words bothered her a lot more than she let on. “You’re the one that attacked us in the middle of the freaking street!”

“Attacked?!” Your face was blanched white by shock, “Attacked? I-I didn't…”

“No, you attacked us.” Said the girl, shoving an accusing finger in your general direction. “L-like a lunatic!”

“Lunatic?” You repeated, bewildered. Then sighed in frustration, remembering at last how you had chased them half a block upon hearing them speak of Peter. One sentence with Peter Parker and Spiderman in it had you swinging at them. Because one moment you were in your room, at home and safe and then the next…

It felt as if you had entered a whole new world. Fear was undeniable.  

“We know you’re lying.”

“What?”

Ned nodded proudly, his golden ring shining under the faint light. “Yeah, and you know how? You know how we know?”

You dared not to ask.

“BecausePeter,” he said the name as if he knew him as well as he did himself which couldn’t be possible because your boyfriend doesn’t have many friends that you don’t know. He doesn’t have many friends to begin with. “Is herboyfriend.”

Your mouth fell open.

Peter…

Peter is…

“―cheating on me?!”

You grabbed a bread roll on pure instinct and threw it at MJ. She grabbed another one and would have thrown it right back had the boy not grabbed her by the shoulder, acting as a buffer. “Lets all just take a deep breath.”

Deep breath your ass. You just found out your boyfriend was cheating on you in your least favorite sweater and jeans.

You were absolutely, positively feral.

“Peter told us to wait,” he quickly rattled on, nodding toward an ancient looking square frame of a sort. Your eyes followed his, albeit with a lot more fear, but still they travelled to the box, assessing and calculating.

“There’s a giant lizard out on the lose,” MJ stated, “I’m not taking any chances Ned. Not anymore. Not while-”

Her sentence lay unanswered. She bit the inside of her cheek and ran a shaky hand over her face as if her friend didn’t just reveal her to be another girlfriend of your boyfriend’s. You on the other hand completely and utterly lost every ounce of sanity. Lizard?

You knew only one lizard in your lifetime.

“Peter told me to wait,” MJ continued on, just now beginning to pace around the table. “But…I’m gonna do it.”  

Ned sighed, swaying his hands in the air for emphasis. “I-I just wish…I just wish we could see him.”

Sparks crackled beside you, making you jump three steps back in fear. “What was that?”

“I-I…I don’t know?” Ned said, his answer like a question on its own.

“Ned…” Began MJ, “Do that again.”

He nodded quickly and moved his hands across his face with more emotion, repeating what the words that had just left his mouth. Then, just as the words travelled through the air, sparks lighted up the room, forming a circle. It was as if live electricity bent to the will of nature to comprise a portal for him, to open a pocket in the world you never even thought about. It disappeared, the circle, and the hairs on your neck rose. There was no time for you to fight MJ, or to scream your fear at them.

If they could bring Peter back with a single sentence.

You could strangle him all on your own.

“Just wish we could see Peter,” said Ned at last, forming a circle with his hand. The portal shaped itself until its inner part was a different place completely. An alley of some sort, you managed to make out, empty save for a dark figure that stood in its middle.

Ned’s grandmother gasped behind you.

You willed yourself not to breathe.

“Is that him?” MJ asked, “Peter? Hey Peter?”

Come here, they told him, and you watched the spider-like eyed man point a finger at his chest. His eyes travelled over both Ned and MJ, and it appeared to you that he did not recognize them. That this was something a lot bigger. That the possibility of a mistake could be…

The no doubt Spiderman finally spotted you and his body went absolutely rigid. Then just as you thought he would leave did he sprint toward you with speed that shocked you all. He raced through the open portal and landed himself straight into your arms.

The familiar smell of his skintight cloth filled your nostrils, and the easily recognizable muscular body molded itself against you until you almost lost yourself in the feeling. His strength was enough to make you rise from the ground to fully meet his arms. He even swayed you from side to side in a tight embrace he knew you loved. But then you remembered.

You pushed him off by wiggling and swung your leg at him, hitting his midriff the moment your feet met the floor. Peter jumped back in pure shock. “Ouch Y/N! What the hell?”

MJ and Ned’s mouth fell wide open when the voice that escaped the Spiderman was apparently not what they were looking for. Still, the revelation that had been revealed to you rang in your head like bells. “What the hell?” You repeated, “I’ll show you hell you little cheating weasel―”

Peter took off his mask with a clean tug.

Ned and MJ sprung to action immediately.

“No, no, no!”

“Wait, wait!”

You stopped mid-assault, lightning hard anger cracking in your eyes.

“That’s not Peter,” MJ said quickly, her hands out to calm you from afar.

You scrunched your brows, threw a look at your very-well-could-be-ex-boyfriend to make sure he was there, and looked back as if she were crazy. “What do you mean that’s not Peter?”

“Well―” She cringed at the complexity of the situation. Peter was a silent figure next to you, rubbing his ab clad stomach.

“What MJ’s tryna say is,” Ned quickly cut in. “That's…not her boyfriend.”

“But you justsaid―”

“IknowwhatIsaid!” Her voice was small and panicky. She continued her pacing.

“Y/N…” Peter spoke slowly, as if one word spoken differently was enough to enrage you. He pointed a red finger at them. “Whatever they told you is not true. I am not cheating on you. I would never do that to you, and you know it.”

You didn’t say anything.

“Babe?” He prompted, bringing your attention to him. You took note of his messy hair and almost brought out a hand to run through it.

“Then why did she―”

“I don’t know,” he said, “But I have an idea. You look adorable, by the way.”

You glared at him.

“Strain theory, multidimensional reality, matter displacement…all real?” He asked MJ and Ned.

The pair spoke a slow, incredulous yeah.

“Knew it.” Peter turned back to face you, taking your shaky hands in his gloved ones after he deemed you no threat. “What’s going on?” You asked him, truly fearful.

“I don’t know,” he admitted, and ran a finger across your cheek. “I just know it’s all wrong.”

“Yeah, no shit babe,” you said sarcastically.

Peter laughed and looked over at the two shocked teens. “She really believed you?”

“Yeah, but I mean,” MJ said, “I don’t really blame her. It’s all messed up.”

You nodded in agreement, grabbing hold of Peter’s upper arms tentatively as Ned and MJ focused on closing the portal. “I was so worried about you.” Your fingers tightened around him ever so tightly. “When I couldn’t find you―”

Peter looked as if he had melted right on the spot. He hooked a strong arm around your shoulders and neck and pulled you to him until you were flush against him and his Spandex attire. “I know, I know.”

You inhaled his scent, “What are we going to do?”

His lips grazed the top of your head, “I don’t know. But we’re going to figure it out.”

And you believed him.

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Pairing: College!Peter Parker x HOH!Reader

Words:4,586

Warnings: Mentions of fire, mentions of anxiety, a tiny little bit of angst I suppose

Summary:When you, an intern for the Daily Bugle, are set out to find the person behind the mask of New York’s Spider-Man, your life turns upside down with secrets, supervillains, and a boy by the name of Peter Parker.

A/N: A spoiler but I promise Harry isn’t the villain this time lmao I do that in like every series but NOT this one for once

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Your feet pattered against the pavement, while people and buildings around you became a blur. Your heart thundered in your chest, constricting and burning with every step as you ran towards the disaster after getting out of a taxi. The Brooklyn Bridge was filled with cars and a large fire was spreading after what seems to be some type of semi-truck accident.

Most people, they avoid dangerous situations. They stop and stare, watch whatever disaster is unfolding because it’s human nature. It’s unbelievable and people need to watch to believe it’s happening. But, most people don’t go into the danger zone if they’re not already there. Most people don’t have a death wish. You don’t have a death wish but you have a dream and that dream includes you running around New York and chasing the masked hero by the name of Spider-Man. And where is Spider-Man normally? Around these dangerous, life-threatening situations. So, you go into them, when you can.

A crowd is gathered as you approach and it’s a lot. The mixed voices and sirens, distant yelling, and noises all fade into one clustered sound. It’s all being amplified. Everything clouds together and now it’s not just the running that has your heart racing, but the creeping anxiety.

It’s not something that happens all too often, but it happens. Sometimes, this will just be too much. Sounds, people, movement. It doesn’t really matter and there’s no direct cause that you can even pinpoint. Sensory overload, for you, just happens and maybe today it’s because you’re racing towards another disaster. The idea of running towards something like that is already a bit uneasy, allowing the anxiety to have a perfect little crack to seep right through. But, you do not have time for that. So, you don’t slow down, you keep going.

You tell yourself that if you can focus, it’ll go away. So, you grab your camera from around your neck, gripping the hand hold tight. You reach the barricades where police are making sure people stay put. And that’s when you really see the bridge. It looks like something’s split it nearly in half and it’s only being held together by webs. There are cars still slowly falling into the water but people are running from the bridge, others are being held up by different webs. It seems Spider-Man has been there for a little while already, webbing people up and keeping them safe. It reminds you of the Staten Island ferry just five years prior.

You were just a Sophomore when it had happened but you remember seeing it all over the news. Something strange had torn through the ferry, splitting it in two. Spider-Man had tried to pull the ferry back together and keep it together with webbing but it didn’t work so well and Iron Man saved the day. No one was hurt, luckily, but it was something that stayed with you. Your brother was on the ferry and he could have died but he didn’t because Spider-Man and Iron Man showed up. Now you’re here, watching a bridge being held together by Spider-Man, trying to find out who he is to out him to the world. The universe is funny that way.

You hold your camera to your eye and that’s when you see him. The red and black-suited superhero swings around the bridge saving a little kid before he falls into the water. Your job isn’t to catch Spider-Man catching children and saving them from certain death but you don’t care. You take the pictures anyway because how cool is that? It’s Spider-Man saving a kid. So, you keep your camera on him the entire time, taking pictures and waiting for him to finish.

There’s just a fascination with watching him swing around at speeds that cannot be human. Well, obviously. But, how? That’s something that’s been eating at you since Spider-Man started showing up. What makes him a superhero? How does he stick to buildings? What are his webs exactly? How does he land perfectly fine despite the velocity of his swings? Humans have a closed circulatory system so he shouldn’t be able to just survive swinging like that. But, he does, just like a spider. So, something’s mutated but how? Why? You have a hundred questions and none of them have been answered and by the looks of it, you’ll never get them answered. Instead, you’ll just be taking pictures and hoping you get the shot you need to unmask him.

But, you don’t get lucky today, not that you ever think you’ll get lucky in this, because just as the kid is safe, Spider-Man takes off. It seems like everyone is safe and there are now plenty of first responders on scene so he leaves. And you quickly follow in the direction, quickly apologizing to anyone you bump into while you try to keep up with him, something you know to be completely useless but you’re not a quitter.

The entire time of trying to keep up with Spider-Man, you just think about how nice it would be to fly or have super speed or literally anything but this. Your feet burn with every step and you swear your heart is going to explode any second. It’s just exhausting having to, uselessly, keep up with someone who’s swinging above you and who’s doing it faster than you can run, especially in a busy and crowded city. But you follow him anyway until you lose sight of him.

Your head hangs as you sigh, disappointed but not surprised. Your hand grips your camera, looking at it before you look back to the sky. You roll your neck, bones cracking with every movement. Your shoulders roll and there’s no sign of that hero so what’s left to do? Nothing. This happens every time if you even manage to get to Spider-Man before he leaves. It’s a bit tiring but what else are you supposed to do?

“Y/n?” The sound of a familiar voice pulls you from your thoughts while a smile splits your face.

“Harry? What’re you doing here?” You ask while the tall boy approaches you.

He shrugs. “My dad a thing, had to show up. You know, you would think he would want me focusing on classes but here we are.” Harry rambles once he closes the distance between him and you. “And what are you doing here?” Harry slings an arm around your shoulder while the two of you start walking.

“Spider-Man.” You roll your eyes, the annoyance in your voice evident.

“I take it he’s still a man of mystery?” Harry gives you a cheeky smile before turning his attention in front of you.

“Yep.” You pop the ‘p’. “Where are we going?”

“I’ve got a car waiting, of course.” Harry states as if you should have known better which maybe you should have, Harry never uses public transport or really walks anywhere. “You’d have better luck if you’d just figure out who he was.”

You glare up at him, his green eyes catching the sun just right. “Gee, I hadn’t thought of that, Harry. Where would I be without your expert opinion?” You quip.

Harry shakes his head, the cheeky grin not budging. “If you know, why don’t you do some researching, then?”

“Because there’s what? Eight million people living in New York? Does it sound practical to try to research him?” Your voice is snarky as you look up to him.

“Does it sound practical to chase a superhero around the city?” Harry retorts, getting another glare from you. “Alright, but you know he’s here, you know he’s been in Queens so that narrows it down.”

You pause, keeping up with his long strides. He has a point. Spider-Man showed up in Queens, so he is probably from Queens which narrows down the list of suspects unless Spider-Man went to Queens as a cover-up. So, maybe Harry could be onto something.

“That’s still a lot of people.” You try to argue. “He’s done like one appearance at FEAST.”

Harry pauses, looking to you with a raised brow. So, you have done some research into the spider. “Yeah, because he’s probably local, y/n.” Harry chuckles. “Just, go with me for a second.” Harry sighs. “How old do you think he is? You’re chasing him so surely you have some vague idea at the very least.”

“Uh, probably mid to late twenties based on athleticism if that even really counts? He is a superhero. Captain America was like over a hundred years old.”

“But we’ll go with that because you said you’ve had friends who heard him talk. They all said he sounded your age which would mean you’re right because that was in high school. So, now going from that, he’d be our age now, right?”

“Right,” You nod. “And that means college aged which would also explain why he isn’t normally in Queens unless it’s during breaks. He’s at college.” You add on. “And normally around ESU.”

“See, you’re getting it. You already have your suspect list narrowed down to a few thousand instead of eight million.”

You give him a shy but thankful smile. “I still think it’ll be a lot of work to figure out which student is Spider-Man.”

“If anyone can figure out who Spider-Man is, it’s you.” Harry looks down at you, eyes soft and the cocky smile has turned into something sweet like honey. “Then you can just stalk the poor kid until you catch him either masking up or unmasking himself. JJ will be off your back and you can hang out with me more.” The sweet smile turns large and cocky once more making you roll your eyes.

“Mhm, that’s what I’ll do with my free time.”

“Speaking of, having a party Friday, you coming?”

“So long as Spider-Man doesn’t pull me away.”

“Yes! I will hunt him down myself if he pulls you away again.” Harry tugs you closer to him.

“Shut up.” You groan, bumping into him as you reach his waiting car.

The scent of coffee hits Peter like a bus as he walks into his favorite coffee shop right off-campus. It’s one of the few that’s open past nine and they make the best coffee, if anyone were to ask Peter anyway. Plus, their coffee can actually keep Peter awake unlike most places. But, his normal routine of getting his coffee and sitting down to try and study or finish up an essay is interrupted.

The shop is almost empty but then there’s you. You have an elbow on the table, chin on your hand as you stare at the screen in front of you. Your eyes are drooping and you look about as exhausted and drained as Peter does. There’s something about the difference in your appearance compared to earlier that seems to tug at Peter’s heartstrings. You were so bright earlier but now, you’re just dimmed.

Peter walks to up to the counter and orders his usual coffee, caramel macchiato with four extra shots of espresso. The baristas always give him a bit of a strange look, wondering how he can even taste the caramel but also if he ever sleeps. Then again, what college student does sleep like a normal human being?

The barista hands Peter his coffee and he says a quick thanks before turning around and questioning where he’s going to sit. He could sit by you. You look tired and he sure as hell is so maybe you could keep each other awake. But, maybe you want to be left alone and Peter doesn’t want to disturb you. The last thing he wants is to make anyone uncomfortable. But, you also seemed really nice. So, why not?

“H-hey.” Peter greets once he approaches your table, both hands holding his cup of coffee.

You look up to him but your brows are furrowed and your eyes scan his face as if questioning what he was doing beside you. You knew you heard someone say something but it sounded distant and clogged, similar to if someone is trying to have a conversation underwater. Not really coherent or loud, just distant and groggy. And you weren’t paying attention to your surroundings which definitely added to the distant sound of Peter’s voice at first.

“Sorry, what?” Your voice is louder than Peter expected and it’s a little scratchy.

“Uh..I, I just said hey.” Peter gives you a sheepish smile.

“Oh! Hey.” You give him a sweet smile with the louder than conversational level tone.

Peter’s heart lifts a little with your seemingly happy change but you still look completely exhausted so he feels the need to ask, “Are you okay?”

“Sorry,” Your cheeks heat up as you turn your hearing aid back on. “Sometimes, I shut it off, ya know? When I’m studying or getting work done. Being able to drown out some noise helps me focus.” You ramble and bite your lips as you finish. “So, yeah, I’m okay…internship, ya know?”

You take in Peter’s appearance, messy hair as usual but there’s a little faint bruise you hadn’t noticed earlier, right on his jawbone. There are bags under his eyes and his clothes aren’t completely straight. The collared shirt under the grey sweater is crooked and only part of one end of the bottom of the shirt sticks out under the sweater. His bag is slugged over just one shoulder and he’s holding onto his coffee like it’s his lifeline to keep him awake. Even his skin is a strange pale color, a little paler than you think is normal.

“Are you?” You ask.

Peter nods and he holds the sheepish smile. “Internship.”

It’s a bald-faced lie. While Peter still hates lying, after all of these years of lying to pretty everyone, he’s gotten quite good at it. And while he doesn’t really want to lie to you, he doesn’t have any other reason for him to out at a coffee shop this late when he has classes in the morning. Internship is a lot better than vigilante.

There’s a soft laugh you both share and a warmth spreads throughout Peter’s chest. “Can…I sit?” Peter asks, gesturing to the open chair in front of you.

“Sure,” You close your laptop and move a few things out of the way.

You always liked this coffee shop. It’s far enough away from your home that no one really comes to bug you but it’s in a well-lit and high trafficked area so you’re not too uneasy about being here late at night. Plus, Harry’s within walking distance so you always have him you can go to. This place also actually has pretty good coffee, not something that tastes overly processed like Starbucks or bottom tier coffee like Mcdonald’s but coffee that actually tastes good.

“What’s your internship?” You ask as Peter takes a seat. “I…I just mean if it keeps you up at a coffee shop at eleven at night, it must be tasking.” You ramble, not wanting to intrude on Peter’s business if he doesn’t want to share his work.

“Oh…uh, yeah.” Peter stutters, he hasn’t gotten this far in the lie in a few years.

Does he still say Tony Stark? It really hasn’t been brought up in ages, if that’s the excuse he should still use when people ask questions. But the longer Peter’s taking to figure this out, the more you’re just staring at him, waiting for a response and now he just feels dumb. Maybe he could just pretend he didn’t hear you. No, that would not work, he already started to answer. Okay, now he has to say something. Anything.Anything at all.

“UM,” Peter shakes his head while your brows knit together. “Tony Stark.” He blurts it out finally and he’s swearing it should not have been that difficult. He really could have just said Stark Industries. Why must he name drop and sound like a total nerd? It takes everything in Peter not to facepalm right there until he hears your voice turn high-pitched.

“Really?” Your eyes widen as you lean forward. “Wait. So you know….like, Iron Man?”

Someone you just met, knows Iron Man? That has got to be the wildest thing you’ve heard and there are millions of thoughts racing through your mind like F1 drivers. If he knows Iron Man, maybe he knows Hawkeye? How cool would that be? THE Hawkeye? Clint Barton? But if he knows Iron Man, maybe he knows Spider-Man? Maybe you can get lucky and Peter will hate Spider-Man and can help you unmask him. Okay, now you’re getting a bit ahead of yourself and that’s kind of a shitty thought anyway. So, you stick with Hawkeye.

Peter nods. “Yeah.” His voice is a bit flat but holds the smallest touch of questioning.

“So…do you know the other Avengers?” You ask with so much excitement it brings a genuine smile to Peter’s face. Your leg bounces beneath you as a smile splits your face. “I mean, do you know Hawkeye? Clint Barton?” Your eyes hold so much hope and Peter would normally just…lie and say no. If it were anyone else but you have much hope, he can’t just crush you.

“Well, uh,” Peter shrugs and he tries to find words between stutters but you don’t seem to mind. “I, uh, I mean…I…yeah, I’ve…met him. A few times.” Peter swallows thickly, taking another drink of his coffee.

“That’s so cool!” You nearly squeal. “Is he cool? What’s he like? I mean, if you can tell me….or if you want to. It’s okay if you don’t want to. I’m sure you get asked all the time about the Avengers so maybe you don’t want to talk about it which is totally fine. This is fine. It’s okay, never mind. I’m rambling. I’m sorry.” You immediately become taken over with embarrassment.

Everyone loves the other Avengers and you get it. They are cool and everything, Thor is a God for crying out loud. That’s pretty awesome but…they’re not Clint to you. Someone he seems pretty ordinary, mostly, and is the best archer to exist. And he’s deaf. And he saved your life once. Clint’s always the biggest hero to you, not Iron Man or Captain America or Spider-Man.

“Sorry, uh, it’s just…ya know? He’s cool.” You make a very weak gesture towards your right ear where a hearing aid sits.

Peter remembers the first time he met Tony, the Stark Expo. Well, he didn’t really meet Tony but Tony saved him and told him “nice work, kid” so, it kind of counts. He was little then but he remembers never shutting up about it. May has a video of Peter relaying the whole story to Ben and how his face lit up the entire time. That’s what you look like. Same excitement and you haven’t even met Clint. It’s just talking about him.

“Yeah, yeah, no I get it.” Peter says in a rush. “He’s really cool.” Peter beams. “He drinks a lot of coffee though and he adopted a one-eyed dog. His name is Lucky.” There’s a chuckle that escapes his lips and you’re completely captivated, hanging out to every word like a tightrope.

“Mood.” You state, laughing softly and taking a sip of your own coffee. “That’s so cool he adopted a dog. Bet that dog has the best life.”

“Yeah, he does.” Peter lets out a chuckle and he figures this could be a good way to get out that conversation before he starts saying too much and it becomes suspicious. “So, uh, what’s your internship?” Peter asks.

“I intern at the Daily Bulge under J. Jonah Jameson.” You say softly. “Definitely nothing like yours.” You let out a quiet laugh.

Peter’s heart drops with the name of both the newspaper and the reporter. JJ has been out to unmask Spider-Man for over three years now. He’s always publishing stories about how Spider-Man is what’s wrong with New York. He’s a vigilante who does more harm than good. The takedown of bad guys and villains should be done by those equipped, like US forces and police, not some scrawny kid in a blue and red spandex suit. But, Peter, in this coffee shop with you, is Peter Parker. He’s not Spider-Man here, so he doesn’t say a word about it.

“What’s it like? I mean,” Peter starts. “What do you do? D-do you enjoy it?”

A sad smile comes over your face. “I mean, yeah, I-I guess?” Your words come out as a question while your whole demeanor switches like a light. “Usually, he’s a good reporter. I have a lot to learn from him and he has connections, ya know? But,” You chew on your bottom lip. “Sometimes, it kind of sucks and he’s a bit…” You pause, not really wanting to speak ill of your boss but you feel there’s a sense of confidence between you and Peter in this coffee shop. “Vengeful? Spiteful? Kind of insane?”

“Why, uh, why do you say that?” Peter asks and he feels bad. No one should feel like their work or internship sucks or that their boss is any of the things you just listed. It should be something someone enjoys, especially with most internships not even being paid internships. If you’re going to do something for free, you might as well enjoy it.

“I’m always running around everywhere, day and night. I never get enough sleep because of it. I fell behind in a few classes when I started interning and I have never fallen behind before. I lost most of my friends because I’m at his beck and call, ya know, people kind of get tired of you always bailing on them last minute.” You say quietly, looking down to your half-empty coffee cup.

But, Peter understands. Always running around night and day, losing sleep, falling behind, losing friends. He’s lucky that he still has Ned and MJ but he did lose them before and he’s lost a handful of others because he can’t always commit to showing up. That said, there have definitely been times where he’s seen both Ned and MJ disappointed because he can’t make a birthday event or a movie night. It’s not exactly easy sometimes but he has extenuating circumstances, like the greater good, that’s what he tells himself. So, what’s JJ got you doing that’s making you lose friends and sleep?

“I-if you don’t wanna talk about it…it’s okay…but what’s he always have you doing?” Peter asks, his hands wrapped loosely around his to-go cup.

You sigh and take a small sip of your coffee. “I have to follow Spider-Man around, try and catch him unmasking himself or doing something incriminating to make New York hate him.” A tinge of guilt cascades over you with your words, you’ve never really said that out loud before and it goes against everything you believe in.

Peter’s eyes widen and his jaw falls open a little. One thought comes to his mind in big, red, flashing letters like an exit sign: Well, shit.

This is not good. He can’t befriend someone who’s trying to ruin his entire life. That’s just cruel. Why would you want to do this to someone? Who wants to do this? JJ is just an asshole but you seem so nice. Peter doesn’t know you but he still, for some reason, expected more of you. And now what’s he to do? Get up and walk away? Just out of nowhere. That also seems a little rude and maybe he shouldn’t care but he also doesn’t really want to hurt your feelings because you don’t know Peter Parker is Spider-Man. It is a dilemma and it’s a dilemma Peter is taking too long to try and sort through because you’re just staring at him.

“You’re a fan of his, aren’t you?” You ask as if walking on thin ice.

“Uh….” Peter stutters. “Kind of, yeah. He’s pretty cool, why would you want to do that? Do you…hate him?”

You shrug. “I don’t.” The reply is short and simple. “Don’t hate him or want to do this.”

“Then why would you?” Peter asks, his voice growing a little pushy.

“My brother said something once and I don’t know. It was something about how like….if it brings you any form of excitement, maybe it’s worth pursuing and this does. And…” You pause, trying to avoid the guilt flooding your veins. “I feel like I have to make something of myself, I guess?” You scrunch your face. “Six older brothers, one is a teacher, one is a zookeeper, one is a lawyer, one is in medical school, one is in school to be a physical therapist. I don’t know, they’ve all made these huge strides to be these awesome people, feel like I have to do the same and JJ has connections. He swore he’d hook me up if I get this picture. Get the picture and I’m set for everything I wanna do.” There’s another pause and Peter just waits. “If I make it….I could help my family, too and I don’t know, it’d be nice.”

Peter can understand that. He’s an only child but he knows what it’s like to be surrounded by people who’ve made themselves into something so incredibly amazing. It’s hard not to compare yourself to them and that’s what you’re doing. It’s hard to deal with it and deal with the pressure. But you’re going to destroy his life if you do that and Peter can’t let that happen. So, he can’t just walk out and he can’t just let this go because what if you catch him? Maybe, if he can be friends with you, maybe he can convince you that this would go south? That this could destroy someone’s life. He knows firsthand it will.

“Um…” Peter’s brows are furrowed.

“I don’t know.” You cut him off with a sigh. “Everyone thinks I wouldn’t turn in the picture if I got it cause it goes against everything I really believe in, so maybe I won’t.”

“Uh, yeah.” Peter nods. “Is compromising your morals worth it?”

You pause because no. No, it’s not but you’re doing it anyway. The problem you have always had is that you just listen to everyone else. You were never the leader type. You wouldn’t just follow along either, you have a mind of your own, but you’ve always fit into this tight little box with a bow. And maybe this is something for you to show you aren’t just this little box, you’re more than that. Maybe you can prove everyone wrong. That’s not a good enough reason though, spite. Spite makes people angry and bitter and that’s not you.

“That’s the million-dollar question, isn’t it?” You let out a dry chuckle. “I don’t know.” You shake your head. “But, hey, uh,” You check your watch. “I do, um, like talking to you despite you being a fan of Spider-Man who is currently my nemesis,” You laugh a little bringing a smile to Peter’s face. “But I gotta head out, um, Harry’s having a party on Friday, you should come.”

“I-I don’t know.” Peter shakes his head, this whole conversation is a lot to take in and he’s unsure if he should really try this friendship even if it is in his best interest.

“It’ll be fun and we can talk some more about anything that’s not this.” You laugh and that’s enough for Peter to agree.

“Okay, yeah, uh I’ll come.”

“Cool.” You get up, grabbing your laptop and backpack.

“Do you want me to walk you back to campus?” Peter offers before you can take even one step. “It’s just, dark and stuff.”

“Oh, uh, I don’t live on campus.” You shake your head. “Queens isn’t that far so I’ll be okay.”

“Are you sure?” Peter asks,

“Yeah, thank you though.” Your cheeks heat up. “I’ll see you around, Peter Parker.”

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Final Exam

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Request: Could do an imagine with Peter Parker where the reader is overworking herself trying to study for an exam. Peter invites her to do things, but she always refuses because she feels like she needs to keep studying. Peter decides to get together with The Avengers and plan a little fun activity to trick her into doing so she can finally learn to have some fun. Thanks!

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Word Count: 869

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When you first met Peter, you knew you two would be best friends. You two were the dynamic duo. You were so intimately close to him, he shared his biggest secret to you. You always thought Peter was heroic, but when you discovered that he was an actualsuperhero, it was awesome.

Peter always claimed that you were a great escape from his superhero schedule. Whenever you two were together, it was as if he was a normal teenage boy. What you weren’t aware of though was that he had a major crush on you. He thought you didn’t know, but knowing Peter, he’s pretty bad at hiding things.

You knew that Peter liked you, and the feelings were mutual, but you just didn’t know how to express it the correct way. Currently, it was finals week at Midtown High School and you were overwhelmed with the textbooks, papers and relearning everything from the very beginning of the year.

Peter claimed that you knew what to do. You’ve been studying for the final exam ever since the beginning of the year. Yet, you still felt like you couldn’t do it. You didn’t feel prepared. Peter has been your study partner for the past study dates, and even hebelieved that you were going to ace the exam.

It was difficult for you to convince yourself that you were going to do well. On the days that you didn’t study with Peter, you would study alone in your bedroom. Peter was concerned because he didn’t want you to overwork yourself. He has seen you when you overwork yourself before, and he hated seeing you so run down.

Peter decided to visit you in your bedroom this morning, and no surprise, Peter found you on your bed with papers scattered all around you.

“Y/N, I have two tickets to go see Volunteer Of Stardust tonight at the movie theaters,” Peter announced, waving the tickets in the air. He sighed as he didn’t see you look up. “Come onY/N. We’ve been wanting to see this movie ever since it got released.”

“I know Pete, but I have things to do,” You commented, swinging your eyes up to see his disappointed face. “I’m sorry but maybe we can see it next week. You can get Ned to go with you. I’m sure he’ll want to go.”

“I don’t want to go with Ned,” Peter claimed. “I want to go see the movie with youY/N.”

“That’s sweet but—”

“When will you take a break?”

“After I take the exam.”

“Whatever,” Peter sighed, opening your bedroom door back open. “I’ll be at my place if you need me.”

Peter slammed the door behind him, giving you the impression that he was mad. You stared at the door, wondering if you needed to catch him before he left. You looked back at your stuff. You had to admit, you havebeen studying for a long time. The movie was something that you wanted to go see with Peter for a long time.

You huffed in defeat as you closed your laptop and move the papers aside as you slid off of your bed. Luckily for you, Peter’s place was in walking length from your home. You left your bedroom and went outside to see if his car was still present. As you turned the corner to the driveway, you were immediately pelted by a nerf dart.

“What the—”

“GET HER!!!”

You shrieked in fear as you felt what felt like a thousand nerf darts hit you. You soon felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned to see Peter holding two nerf guns.

“Here take one!” Peter shouted, tossing you a nerf gun. Surprisingly, you caught it. “Let’s destroy them!”

You cocked the gun with a smile. You had forgotten how much you loved nerf gun fighting with Peter was. You ran to take cover from the darts. You kept peeking out of the bush and started shooting everyone else, except for Peter. The people that you hit dramatically fell to the ground and acted like they were out.

After a while, it was down to only you and Peter. You got out of your spot and saw him slowly walking up to you. His gun was facing you, so you pointed yours at him.

“There can only be one Y/N,” Peter called out, gripping tighter onto his gun. “And it’s going to be me.”

You shot the first dart but Peter was quick and dodged it. He ended up shooting his shot and got you straight in the face. As the dart fell to the ground, you groaned in frustration. You dropped the gun and Peter just laughed. He put his gun down and walked up to you.

“I win.”

“Yeah yeah I know,” You replied with a smile. “That was fun though. Thanks Peter.”

“You know what else would be fun?” Peter asked, slowly making his two tickets visible again. You rolled your eyes with a grin. “Volunteer of Stardust?”

“I’m down. Let’s do it Peter.”

“YES!” Peter screeched in joy, engulfing you in a tight hug. You laughed as he picked you up off the ground. “WOOHOO!!!”

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Summary: Peter and his best friend [Y/N] get a hold of a time machine and accidentally send themselves back to a time where their leader was in high school. Problems occur when [Y/N] finds herself to be the dame that Steve falls for instead of his high school sweetheart, Peggy.

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Peter has messed many times in his life, but this mistake took the cake. Steve turned around and stormed out of the room, his pulse rising, while Peter’s heart had dropped to his knees. Peggy clung onto Peter’s arm, ready to express more of her appreciation, but Peter had cut her off short and pulled away from her. Peggy kept her gaze upon Peter, not even noticing the fact that Steve had walked in on them.

Peter quickly excused himself from Peggy. He couldn’t even bare to look at her any longer. He just did something that he harped on you not to do earlier today. Peggy trailed behind him as he made it back into the theater. Peter caught the sight of Steve climbing back into his seat that was beside you. Steve turned his head, and noticed that Peter was staring at him.

Peter hurried his way back to his seat, which was on the other side of you. Peggy was pulled aside by her friends who wondered where her date went. Peter kept his eyes on Steve as he made his way back to his seat. Steve looked over to the side and made eye contact with Peter. Peter was about to explain himself, but Steve scoffed at him and stood up from his seat.

You looked over at Steve who was leaving his seat. You raised an eyebrow in confusion, only to feel the presence of Peter arriving back in his spot. You turned  your head to see that Peter looked more worried than usual.

“Are you okay Peter?” you asked, observing his disturbed facial expression. You turned to see where Steve was going, only to notice that Peggy’s date had disappeared. “Also, where did Peggy’s date go?”

“Okay, long story short, I might have kissed Peggy.”

“YOU WHAT?!”

You turned your head once more, to see Peggy smiling over at Peter. Peter leaned forward and looked at Peggy who immediately looked away, giggling with her friends when he caught her staring at him You sighed and turned back to face Peter who was now completely tomato red. You pinched the bridge of your nose.

“How did that even happen?” You asked, swinging your eyes back up to meet with his. “You know what, it’s fine. You just need to tell her you’re not interested, and it’s the end of that story.”

Peter remained silent as you suggested that plan. You expected an answer but didn’t receive one. All Peter did was just blankly stare at you.

“Peter? Are you even going to respond?” You asked, expressing your concern. “You’re worrying me. Please don’t say that you’re actually falling in love with Peggy.”

“No, I’m far from that [Y/N],” Peter said, shaking his head. His eyes lowered from yours. “I just feel bad for Steve having to walk in like that. The last thing I wanted was to hurt his feelings.”

“Peter, it’s okay, you just need to fix it,” You said, patting him on the shoulder. “Once we have it fixed, everything will go back to normal.”

Peter looked over your shoulder and saw Peggy leaving the theater with her group of friends. Peter excused himself, claiming that he was going to confront her about his feelings. You nodded as Peter got out of aisle and went out the exit to find Peggy. As for you, your remained in your seat, wondering if the future Steve was trying to figure out a way to get you and Peter back.

You thought about the consequences that would come if he were to bring you and Peter back right now. Would Steve not even know you? Or even worse, you wouldn’t even know Peter if Steve and Peggy didn’t meet. You knew that there was going to be a bad ripple effect if Peggy fell in love with Peter.

Whilst in the midst of your thoughts, you saw a figure beginning to climb back in through the aisle. You turned your head, only to see that Steve had gotten concessions. The men of the other girls dates were all seated ahead of you, which meant Steve had to climb through them to get to you. He had a large bag of popcorn and a large drink in both hands. You offered to assist him, but he claimed that he was fine.

You nodded in response, but the second that he got closer, that was when the thought popped into your mind. This was the moment where he got his first kiss from Peggy. Before you could move, you heard the yelp of Steve as he was tripped. The buttery popcorn flew everywhere, landing all over you, as well as the sticky substance of the soda.

You shrieked in disgust as it soaked in through your clothes. Steve had caught himself, but that resulted in you getting the short end. Steve gasped as he saw he completely drenched you in the popcorn and soda. You wiped the soda away from your eyes, seeing him sit down beside you.

“I’m so sorry [Y/N]!” Steve shouted, brushing off the kernels off your shoulder. “I-I wasn’t paying attention and—”

As Steve was blabbering his apology to you, Peter had come back from chasing after Peggy. Unfortunately, he wasn’t able to find Peggy. Her and her group of friends had completely disappeared when he went into the hallway to try and find her. His plan to confront her was destroyed, but it didn’t compare to the stress he felt when he saw that you were covered in popcorn and soda from head to toe.

Peter knew exactly what was about to come. Peter rushed over back to his seat, hoping that he was going to show up in time to save you. But instead of saving the situation, Peter had worsened it. While you were still trying to get the popcorn out of your hair, you didn’t notice that Peter had returned.

On the other hand, Steve did, and he still was infuriated with him. Steve caught a glimpse of Peter approaching you, and didn’t hesitate with the evil thought that entered his mind. Steve knew that Peter liked you, just like Peter knew that Steve liked Peggy. Steve thought of the broken heart that Peter gave to him, which meant that he wanted to return the favor.

With revenge in Steve’s heart, he leaned forward and clashed his lips upon your lips that had the sweet taste of soda. You stiffened up as you felt Steve’s lips press against yours. What you feared the most, was happening, and you weren’t able to process the fact that you were being kissed by your captain! You broke the kiss off, soon feeling a hand wrap around your arm.

Your breath began to become heavy as thoughts raced through your mind. The situation worsened. Not only did Peggy kiss Peter, but now you had kissed Steve. Your wide eyes pierced into Steve’s soft blue ones that were glaring at you in admiration. You could tell from the look that he found that kiss to be more than he expected.

“I uh, I need—”

Before you could speak anymore, Peter had yanked you out of your seat. Steve watched as you were being dragged out of the theater by Peter. Steve wanted that kiss to be revenge for finding Peter kissing his girl, but little did Steve know, he enjoyed that kiss. The kiss sparked something in Steve that he never knew he had. Steve had fallen in love, and you were the one who stole his heart.

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Finals Season - Peter Parker

It’s that time of the year again…Spider-Man stops by to help you out.

AN: for all of y'all studying hard, we’re with you, ‘til the end of the line

You knew the brain is not technically a muscle. You knew that because, while studying, you had read about the attributes of the nervous system and muscle tissue ten times over. You were familiar with the functions and shapes of a neuron’s dendrites and the various fibers that comprise the various sinew types. You were well-versed in how the nerves connected, how they told the muscles to move. You knew it all, all for your Anatomy & Physiology final.

With a groan, you let your head slip from your hands and land softly against the thick notebook spread out on your desk. Maybe, if you pressed your forehead hard enough against the pages, you could absorb the knowledge you needed through osmosis. It was tempting to try. Your eyes felt heavy, weighed down by the draw of a nap, a break. Though, the second you closed your eyes, the dark that met you filled with diagrams of skeletal structures and tendons. When you managed to push through those, you were met with mathematical equations and the names of literary devices, every other concept you memorized for your every other final.

It was dizzying. Worst of all, there was no rest from it as, when you opened your eyes, your study guides greeted you. They taunted you, really, at this point. The words and numbers and terms swirled together into a puddle of mush that, despite all the power behind your neurons, your brain lacked the strength to decipher. In a vain, desperate attempt to escape the scorching sneering of your class materials, you closed your eyes once more.

Yet, only for a moment.

Just as the ghosts of subjects studied past began to haunt your headspace, there was a tapping at your bedroom window. Immediately, you lifted your head and eyed the glass. The dark outside was all you saw until the grogginess cleared, foggy tendrils pulling away from your vision. Then, you saw the familiar tones of red and the pair of buggish, white eyes.

Any lingering doubt about the masked man at your window faded when he lifted a gloved hand and eagerly waved. At the sight, a small laugh slipped from your mouth; though, you smothered it quickly to not alert your housemates to your newest guest.

“Shh, hold on,” you whispered as you stood from your chair and padded over. Quickly, with fumbling, nervous fingers, you unlatched the window lock. You pushed up and a blast of cool, December air hit your face, followed by the softer touch of a gloved hand.

“Hi, you,” came Peter’s voice, muffled ever-so-slightly by his mask. Despite the obstruction, you could hear the upwards tilt of a smile in his words.

“Hi,” you replied, trying to mirror his chipper tone. It failed, evidenced by how Peter’s hand slipped from your cheek and his head cocked to the side.

“What is it?”

You let out a dramatic sigh and pulled away from the window sill. Defeated, you collapsed back in your chair, watching as Peter clambered inside, shut the window, and drew the curtains. He turned to look at you, dropping his backpack on the floor.

“Are you okay?” He darted over to you, hands outstretched, rubbing your shoulders before you started to shake your head. Peter leaned away to look into your eyes.

“Finals,” you groaned, gesturing towards your desk full of papers. “I’ve been studying for…well, I don’t know how long. A while.”

“Oh,” he pulled off his mask and met your eyes. You could not help but smile that the sight of him: brown eyes full of concern and hair a mess. “Which ones?”

“All of them.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” you replied, your smile shifting into a frown as you flicked your gaze towards your open notebook. “Not everyone is a genius like you. Some of us are just average.”

“N-No, you’re not average.”

Peter’s brows furrowed and he stepped over to stand before your chair. He reached his hands out to you, your face. The fabric of his gloves tickled your cheeks but you leaned into his touch anyway. Waves of warmth emanating from his covered palms eased the whirlpool of worry and memorized facts that made up your mind.

“You’re amazing,” he said, so earnestly you felt a new kind of dizzy, “and you’re gonna do great.” A sound of disbelief slipped past your lips and, instantly, Peter’s brows furrowed. “Y/N.”

“I’ve studied but I don’t feel ready,” you began to explain, “I never feel ready, not really, but there’s just so much and-what? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I mean, ‘cause you said it yourself: you never feel ready but you do a pretty good job anyway, right? I would say that’s ‘cause you’re amazing.”

“I guess you’re right…”

“Iama genius,” Peter teased, tipping his head towards yours. “Like you said.”

“And I stand by that,” you said, throwing your arms around his neck to pull him closer. His brown eyes grew darker with your proximity and you heard his sharp intake of breath. Your noses brushed against Peter’s, a quiet, subtle ask for permission. He echoed the action and you smiled before pecking his lips with your own.

It was the softest of kisses, one that lasted for hardly a handful of seconds before you pulled away. Yet, it was enough to clear your mind. Every thought was replaced by Peter, the sensation of his lips and hands on you. The peace of the feeling overwhelmed you, forced you to pull away, or risk never coming up for air.

When Peter’s eyes met yours, you knew he understood but there was a glint in his eyes that made your stomach twist. He knocked his nose against yours again.

“If I use my genius to help you study later, you think you could take a break now?”

There was no use in trying to bite back the grin that spread across your lips. You nodded and brushed your nose against his once more. “Absolutely, I could.”

“Awesome,” Peter beamed, his hands slipping from your face to your hips, lifting you out of your desk chair and against his chest. He kissed you again, harder this time, always happy to help in your time of need.

A/N: This was supposed to be part of a 5+1 in response to an ask prompt, but I’ve been stuck for…honestly I have no idea how long at this point, and I really want this one to see the light of day, so I’m posting it. 

Summary: Peter is definitely out past his bedtime, but to be fair, babies are also definitely not supposed to be out in the dead of night…or in dark, spooky alleys. 

It’s a slow night on patrol.

Peter is sitting atop a Subway, his legs hanging over the edge, and he’s just finished munching on a complimentary six-inch. He stands, stretches, and shoots his balled up trash in to the large silver can below him before hopping to the ground, opting to walk in the shadows instead of webbing so that his food can settle.

It’s very early in the morning (or late at night, depending on how you look at it); it’s low traffic hours, so for once, Peter is able to navigate his own city as Spider-Man with ease. Every once in a while, he passes a pair or a group of partygoers, slurred exclamations of “Spider-Bro!” and “Wow, Spider-Man!” making his cheeks burn with pride. He’s just fist-bumping an especially enthusiastic passerby when a new sound reaches his ears.

The cries of a baby definitely aren’t novel sounds to Peter, especially around bedtime in New York, but something about these cries are wrong, aside from the fact that it’s almost 1 in the morning. They seem raw, desperate, even.

Following his ears, Peter comes to the mouth of an alleyway. He listens for a moment more before slowly inching his way into the darkness.

“Hey, Karen,” Peter mumbles. “Do we have night vision?”

“Of course, Peter.”

Instantly, the small space is lit up in a strange, fluorescent green that Peter has seen on numerous ghost-hunting shows.

“Seriously? Green? I feel like I’m on ‘Ghost Hunters.’”

“I believe that was the intended effect. Mr. Stark was aware of your television preferences.”

Peter smiles a bit, but it melts when he realizes where the cries are coming from. Peter carefully steps toward a large dumpster and hoists himself up; a dark blue infant car seat sits on top of a pile of full black garbage bags. Peter quickly dives over the edge of the large bin and wades toward the source of the continuous cries until he’s able to lift the blanket draped over the handle; the smallest baby Peter has ever seen lays swaddled inside. The tiny human’s face is so wrinkly and pinched that even Peter can tell it’s the closest to a newborn you can get without being in a hospital. Peter feels his stomach turn over when reality sets in: someone probably abandoned this baby here. The night vision just picks up the tear tracks on the baby’s cheeks, and Peter’s heart clenches.

“Karen, can you scan the baby for injuries?”

“She appears to be unharmed, Peter, but her body temperature is low. Considering she is a newborn, I suggest skin-to-skin contact if possible.”

“Oh….” Peter considers for a moment. “I have my Midtown hoodie. It’s pretty thick.” He knows his backpack is webbed up behind the aforementioned Subway, about fifteen minutes away, but he knows he can’t leave the baby behind. “You said skin-to-skin, right, Karen?”

“Yes, Peter.”

“Okay, Babygirl, we’re gonna get you warm.” Peter hits the spider logo in the center of his suit, and it becomes lose all around him. He slips out of the top half of his uniform and reaches into the car seat; he carefully brings the squirming infant against his chest and grits his teeth when she cries louder at the movement and harsh cold. He holds the surprisingly light little body with one arm and then the other as he slips them back into his sleeves. He presses the little spider again, and the suit becomes form-fitting around them. “Hey, Karen, can you loosen the suit around Babygirl?”

Immediately, the pressure against his chest lessens, and he cradles the little one there, shivering at how cold she is against his warm skin.

“Can you put the heater on low, Karen? Don’t want to hurt her.”

His suit is instantly less warm than normal, and Peter hugs Babygirl close. She’s still crying, so he tries to bounce her a bit, like he’d seen on countless T.V. shows.

“She’s probably hungry, huh, Karen?”

“Most likely.”

“Mmmhmm…Is there like a shelter or something nearby?”

“May I suggest a hospital?”

Peter smacks his forehead. “Duh. Get me directions to the closest one with a 24 hour emergency room.”

“Done. Directions starting.”

Peter grabs the carrier and sets off under Karen’s direction. It’s an hour journey on foot, but Peter would rather not risk upsetting the baby more than has already been done.

As they’re walking, Peter tries to keep Babygirl as steady as possible, running a hand over her head over and over, cupping the infant to him as he silently pleads for her to calm down. 

“Karen, what calms babies down?”

“Top results include: feeding.”

“Can’t do that.”

“Diaper changes.”

“Also can’t do that.”

“Pacifiers.”

“Didn’t see one.”

“Rocking.”

“Limited ability right now.”

“And singing.”

“If I do that, she’ll scream.” Peter snorts. 

“Why is that, Peter?”

“Let’s just say I’m not the best singer.”

May may not be his biological aunt, but he definitely inherited his tone deafness from her by proxy. 

“You don’t have to be. Just the sound of a voice can be comforting. Studies show that babies are calmed by hearing familiar voices talking, but singing has been shown to be even more effective.”

“What about humming?”

“Close enough.”

“Hmmm…this is weird, Karen, but I have ‘Bella Notte’ from Lady and the Tramp stuck in my head right now.”

“I can play that quietly for you, if you want.”

“That works.”

The opening accordion notes of the Disney classic play quietly around them, and Peter smiles. “I’ve always loved this song. There’s just something about it.”

“Are you going to sing along, Peter?”

“I already told you I’m awful, Karen.”

“You can still hum. The vibrations might be soothing for Babygirl.”

“I guess-hey, Bella. I’ll call her Bella. That’s nicer than Babygirl.” 

“Bella is a nice name. It means ‘beautiful.’”

“I like it. Bella Notte…” Peter takes a deep breath and silently resigns himself to humming for Bella’s sake.  

The baby has quieted down quite a bit by the time the hospital comes into view, and Peter has literally memorized “Bella Notte” as it plays for the 20th time.  

The ER only has a few scattered patrons when they arrive, and thankfully, none of them really acknowledge the strange pair. “Karen, voice disguise.” Peter whispers as he crosses into the reception area. 

“Uh, hi. I’m, uh-”

“Carrying a baby in your shirt?” The receptionist is terse but smiling just a bit as Peter fumbles with the carrier.

“Uh, yeah. I found her abandoned in an alley.”

“Oh, dear.” The woman clicks her tongue and picks up her phone. “Katie,” She sighs after a few moments. “Can you come to my desk please? An infant. Yup. Thank you.” She smiles softly at him this time. “One of our pediatric nurses is coming. There is a single bathroom back here if you you want to take her out…privately.”

“Oh, thank you so much.” Peter tentatively rounds the desk and nods when the receptionist, Patricia, her nametag says, lets him in the locked door.

In the privacy of the one-person restroom, Peter rips off his mask and sags against the wall, breathing deeply and unevenly as he tries to get his bearings. He can’t believe he walked all the way here with a tiny baby in his suit. He presses the logo and carefully extracts her, immediately bundling her in the blanket he’d found her under. He realizes in the light that she’s only wearing a dirty white onesie, and he feels tears spring to his eyes. 

“Don’t worry, Bella.” Peter coos softly, his voice breaking as he really looks over her scrunched up face for the first time. “You’re safe now.” 

Before he can think, he places a featherlight kiss on her little forehead, and his heart flutters. He clenches his eyes against the tears welling there as she whimpers in his arms, exhausted from crying for who knows how long. The boy stares at the baby for a few more moments before sighing deeply and pulling his mask back over his tired features.

Peter keeps the baby cradled to him with one arm and carries the car seat with the other; he carefully opens the bathroom door and inches out into the employee area behind the reception desk. A young woman with a brown ponytail and soft hazel eyes catches his gaze and gives him a small wave; she pushes off of the table she’s leaned against and meets him halfway.

“Hi, Spider-Man.” Her voice is like tinkling bells. “Pat says you have a visitor for me?”

“Yeah….I don’t know her name, so I’ve been calling her Bella.”

“That works for now.” Katie smiles and reaches out. “Mind if I take her off your hands?”

“Oh, yeah, of course.” Peter hesitates and looks down at Bella, his eyes filling again, and he feels himself blush. He looks back up at Katie but subconsciously pulls the baby closer.

“You can hug her good-bye if you want,” Katie offers softly, gently pulling the carrier from his arm. “I’ll be right out front with Pat when you’re ready.”

“Okay. Thank you, Katie.”

The young nurse smiles and leaves quietly.

Peter looks down at Bella, his view of her distorted through tears. “You’re gonna be okay now, Bella. Katie and Pat will take good care of you.” Peter swallows thickly and places her laterally against his chest, bouncing her gently to comfort both of them, if he’s honest. He squeezes her against him and brings his head to rest on top of hers. “This is so weird. I only met you like an hour ago, but…I love you so much, Bella.” Peter sighs and sniffs before straightening up; he continues slightly rocking Bella as he walks toward Katie and Pat, the former continually smiling at him as he hands the tiny bundle over.

“She’ll be okay. Thank you for bringing her to us.” Katie pats his shoulder and holds an arm out. Peter is taken aback for a second until he really looks at her, sees the lines in her face and bags under her eyes. She suddenly reminds him of May, the desire to help and love so evident in every part of her, and he steps into her embrace. Katie squeezes him lightly and rubs a hand over his back. Peter breathes shakily, and she squeezes again before pulling away. “You’ll both be okay,” Katie promises.

“Why…was she abandoned?”

Katie’s eyes turn down at the corners. “Any number of scenarios for why, but Pat told me you found her in an alley.”

“In…a dumpster.” Peter chokes out.

“Sadly, not the first time we’ve heard of that, but she’s definitely better off now that she’s here. Our social worker specializes in infant care, so she’ll find a good foster family for her.” Katie pats his back one more time before holding Bella close to her; she runs a finger over her forehead.

“She was so cold when I found her,” Peter whispers. “But I think I helped warm her.”

“I’d say so; she doesn’t feel too cold at all. You did good, Spider-Man.” Katie turns back toward the door he came through, and Peter holds it open for her.  “You’re welcome to stay here until we’re done looking her over and getting her settled, if you want.”

“I…I want to…” Peter sighs and rubs his arm. “But I already said good-bye. I should go home. Someone is waiting for me. Plus, I trust you guys.”

“Well, thanks.” Pat laughs and rubs his arm. “This is what we do, baby. She’ll be just fine. You did good.”

Peter nods, puts a hand on Pat’s shoulder as he passes, and heads out of the emergency room before he can break down.

-

It’s after 3am when Peter finally climbs in his window. He shouldn’t be surprised to find May asleep on his bed, but his vision, physical and otherwise, is a little hazy thanks to his senses being on alert ever since he left the hospital. It wasn’t like the normal shriek of danger but a buzz at the base of his neck, like the area there has somehow fallen asleep.

Peter shakes his head when he finds himself still sitting on the windowsill. He crosses to May silently and gently rubs her shoulder. “May?”

May stirs and squints up at him; her eyes widen before she sighs and laughs, slightly delirious. “Oh, shit, Peter. I always forget about you under there.” She sits up and stretches. “Why didn’t you call me? Way past curfew.” She yawns into her hand.

Peter hits the spider logo and strips out of the suit, exhaustion flooding his bones and tears in his eyes at her comment. “I’m sorry, May. Crazy night.”

“Yeah?”

Peter slips into a t-shirt and sweatpants and turns to face his aunt.

May’s expression falls when she really sees Peter’s face.

“Oh, baby, what happened?”

Peter bites his lip and blinks, releasing a few of the tears he wouldn’t let fall in the hospital. “That’s exactly it. I…I found a baby.”

“Oh my god.” She’s across the room and hugging him before he can blink again. She pulls him back toward the bed and hugs him close as he begins trembling.

May hugs him against her cups the back of his head; she looks down at him and murmurs, “Why didn’t you call me? I could’ve helped you, sweetheart.”

“You’ve never had a baby, May.” Peter says between shuddering breaths. “And I was six when you got me.”

“Touché.” May brushes some bunched up hair form his forehead. “But I had cousins growing up. I know how to deal with babies.”

“I just….didn’t think to. I took care of her, though. Took her to an emergency room. I had it handled.”

“Good thinking, kiddo.”

“It was Karen’s idea.”

“Well good on Karen, then.”

Peter nods mutely, staring blankly at the floor.

May wipes the stray tears from his cheeks and just lets them sit in silence for a few minutes, letting Peter get himself together before a yawn shudders through her. They both laugh a bit, and May asks, “Good?”

Peter nods.

“Good.” May carefully detaches herself and picks up his bedside water glass. “I’ll fill this for you, then bed time.” She goes and returns swiftly, kissing him tenderly on the brow while whispering, “I’m so proud of you, sweetheart. The hero with a heart of gold.”

Peter’s smile is wobbly, but he forces it up for her.

When she leaves, he lays on top of his covers for a little while, staring at his ceiling. Even with his windows and doors closed and locked tight, Peter can’t seem to shake that buzz in his senses.

It’s a little after 5am when his eyes finally fall closed, though the threat was long gone.

Stories below him and hours before, a hooded figure had slipped off into the night, having been at the right place at the right time for his own gain.

Love You More | Pt.9

TASM!Peter x Reader, Bucky x Reader (past)

word count: 2.4k

A/N: I hate action, i such a writing it so i jumped over most of this fight scene, and i definitely wasn’t gonna follow it to a T either, sooo just pretend it was longer and everyone was doing more ahahah im excited for the next part!

Also adding i know i didnt really touch base on the readers powers/abilities but what im thinking is she orginally thought along with everyone else that she could only control the elements, then she started to realize she could do A LOT more like astral projection, ect pretty much her full “unlocking” is she can control all matter/atoms which is pretty much means everything and anything, so she powerful af, ill explain it better later!

Not edited or proof read

I rushed this one

Masterlist(coming soon) | Masterpost

“Are you guys almost done?” You shouted

“Yeah just placing the last one”

“Cool cool” You say as you lean over the scaffolding, your Peter jumps down, perching up top. As the other two land beside you. You turned to face Peter, your universe’s Peter “Y’know I dont think Steve would’ve liked this” You smiled gesturing to the construction of the shield at the statue of liberty.

“It really is a big honour” Peter smiled

The eldest Peter chipped it “This guy must of been really something for them to do all this for”

You missed Steve more than you allowed yourself to and you hated yourself for not saying goodbye but you could never bring yourself to. How could you look at Steve and tell him you were happy for him when you were jealous he got to grow old with the person he loved, he got to live out the timeline you were all supposed to. You were so pathetic you couldn’t mask that jealousy for a 30 minute visit. But at the same time you liked having your last memory of Steve be the Steve you knew, because that Steve that came back was no longer your Stevie.

You smiled sadly “He really was”

“You all are honestly” Peter 3 smiled, placing a hand on your shoulder giving it a reassuring squeeze “Honesty ever since i got here, all i keep seeing and hearing about are all these amazing heroes, i just wish my universe had more of them”

“They have you that’s all they need Parker” You gave him a soft smile, as he squatted down, his brown eyes filling up your irises with nothing but adoration “And you are pretty amazing”

“Yeah, why are you so hard on yourself? You’re amazing, you’re the amazing spider man!” Peter 2 exclaimed

He shrugged “It’s just you guys all fight such cool villains and i just have a lizard. I wonder if my universe as aliens”

“Probably does, they all have to” Peter 1 said “I just dont think they’re provoked”

“What do you mean?”

“Like theres so many superheroes here, its cool and all but Mr.Stark once told me it shows life outside of Earth that were ready for a fight, so since its just —“ He paused taking out his phone “Its an unknown number” He brought his phone to his ear “Um hello?”

“Think one of the villains got a phone?” Peter 3 smiled at you

“It’s a necessity nowadays i wouldn’t doubt it”

“Yeah she’s here” Your universes Peter looked at you, clearing his throat “It’s for you”

You furrowed your eyebrows, you hesitantly took a step forward “Who is it?”

He gave you a sympathetic look, handing you the phone “Sergeant Barnes”

You could feel all the colour drain from your face “Oh”

“I can tell him your busy” he was reaching for the phone back

“He can hear you Pete” You didnt realize you were backing up till you bumped into a warm but firm surface “Woah, you okay?” Peter 3 hands steadied you.

Looking into brown eyes that stared back at you with nothing but concern it made your heart flutter, you nodded. Turning back to face the youngest Peter “Ill be right back”

You started to walk further down the catwalk and you heard the eldest Peter mumble “Who’s sergeant Barnes?”

Before you were far enough they wouldn’t be able to hear you but you could still hear them and any sign that the villains arrived.

You were pacing, trying to breath evenly because when you got overwhelmed and your emotions were over the top you could cause some disturbances so you were trying your best to remember the breathing techniques Tony taught you, you pinched the bridge of your nose

“Hello?”

“Y/n” you could hear relief in his voice “What’s going on?”

“Nothing”

He was agitated and you could hear it in voice “Dont lie to me, we saw you on tv with the Spider kid, and now i’m hearing about there being bad guys? Are you hurt?”

“Im fine Bucky, we have everything under control” You gritted your teeth, you always hated when he’s treat you like a wounded child

He scoffed “What, you and that kid? And you’re bringing the fight to the statue of liberty, are you serious?”

“It’s not just me and Peter, we have other help” You were trying your best to stay calm, and save your energy for the real fight

He paused sighing, deciding to get to the point “I know y/n”

“Know what?”

“About the night of Steve’s funeral”

Your mouth was dry, it all of a sudden felt like you were swallowing cotton “Which funeral?”

“Doll” he pleaded with you because he didn’t want to say it.

“Don’t” you were shaking your head.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I would of —“

You cut him off “You would have what Bucky? Stayed with me because you were afraid I’d do it again? Like you said, we’re not the same people anymore!”

“I still love you, ill always love you y/n, i just wanted time to figure out who i was, i just needed…”

“What about what I needed!” You screamed cutting him off “What about me? I lost Steve to, i lost time to, i needed you Bucky”

“I’m right here doll, i’ve always been here, you could of called me whenever and you know i would have came running”

“I don’t need you anymore Bucky, i’ve found what i need what i want and for once i’m going to put me first”

You could hear his heavy breathing through the phone and you’re sure his brow was furrowed “What are you saying y/n? I can’t live without you”

“You’ve been doing fine the last 6 months”

“How do you know that? You weren’t there!”

“You left me Buck, remember? you were right to”

“I was right?”

You could feel static in the air, they were close - “We’re just not who we were anymore and that’s okay because change is good, it’s scary but its good”

“You can’t just throw all that history away y/n — it was supposed to be you and i, forever” He whispered

“Buck, we both know so well that forever doesn’t last” you whispered through dried lips, finally defeated “Steve and you will always be the biggest and best part of me, but …”. You paused, turning to look at the three Spidermen in their suits.

Your Peter was perched up, while the eldest was standing, and the Peter you were gonna risk this all for was leaning against the railing his masks in his hand while he was listening intently to the other two, he was smiling from ear to ear, the corner of his eyes crinkled.

Almost like he could feel you staring at him and he turned to you, he gave you the most beautiful smile you ever seen before giving you a small wave which you returned. “I’m thinking about the future now. You’ll always have a part a me, i’ll always love you ” You peeled you eyeline away from the Peter’s turning to look over the edge “I’m not sure if I can ever love anyone the way i love you but i wanna try Bucky, but i can’t do that here” you paused “not when every corner i turn im reminded of everything, everyone i lost”

“What do you mean here? Y/n what’s going on what are you gonna do?” Panic was lacing his voice, he knew you had very powerful abilities and he also knew he didn’t know what you could do with them, the full extent at least because you were still learning about them when he was in the safe house before Wakanda, but all he did know is he didn’t like the sound of it, whatever it was.

“James, i’m gonna be okay, everything is gonna be okay”

“Y/n, answer me”

“I love you” You clicked the phone shut

You walked back over to the boys “Thanks Pete” you smiled, tossing his phone back up to him

“You okay?”

“Yeah i am” You smiled, this time he could see a twinkle in your eyes “We ready to cure some ass?”

You received a series of nods “Good because there here”

“How do you —“ Peter 1 perched up “You guys feel that?”

“Yeah” the eldest Peter nodded, “How did you know before us?”

“Im one with everything, and all that hippy stuff”

You shrugged it off before activating your suit, it went from inky black from your toes to your neck, the nanobots changed to a colourless white, as your eyes changed with it. The sky started to crackle, lightning flashing throughout the sky.

“Y/n?” You Peter questioned

“Not me”

All three men put their masks on, everyone fully alert before a man appeared “Sup Pete? You like the new new?” He held his arms out as electricity shot out of him.

“Oh well, that’s pretty cool” You said to no one in particular

“Who’s this?” Electro turned his attention to you “Look i don’t wanna hurt a lady, just give me the box and everything will be fine”

“I wouldnt be to worried about hurting y/n” Your Peter said “She’s pretty bad ass”

“Is that a challenge?” Electro said with a smirt

“Nope, no, no Max, its definitely not a challenge” Peter 3 said getting ready to stand in front of you

He sent a shock of electricity your way just has Peter 3 was ready to jump in front of you, you caught the electricity with ease, holding it in your hand there was a glowing line between the two of you. The static could be felt in the air, your eyes started to glow more as you rose yourself off the ground.

“Oh shit”

“Y’know, that thing on your chest, was created and designed by a very, very dear friend of mine and i’m not gonna lie, he wouldn’t like this, you being on the wrong side of the fight and all, so i’m gonna have to do something about it”

You put both your hands out using his own electricity to fuel you, you used all the energy you had to hold him into place “Any day now Parker!”

You watched Peter 3 look flustered before he nodded “Yeah yeah of course, on it!” He shouted before getting the arc reactor off and placing the cure on Electro, once it was on you carefully placed him somewhere in the scaffolding and you water Peter 3 run to make sure he was okay.

You dropped yourself down, running to find the youngest Peter, you pasted Peter 2 curing the sand castle guy right before you bumped into a hard figure, you stumbled back a bit.

“Y/n?”

“Strange”

“You’re alive”

“You thought i wasnt?”

“I stopped hearing from you, logically i assumed the worst” He paused “Please tell me you’re not helping the kid?”

“We’re curing them, its working if that’s what your asking”

“Your eyes are glowing” He ignored your comment

“Its a new thing, it only just started happening i guess” You shrugged

He nodded “You’re unlocking it”

You furrowed your brows “Unlocking what?“

“Everything, your full potential” He stared at you for a moment, almost like he was reading your every thought “tread lightly y/n” he warned before he opened another portal walking through it.

You followed him knowing exactly who he was going to “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means —“

“Pete watch out!” You screamed at the top of your lungs just as you watched the Lizard tackle Peter down, sticking his claws in his abdomen.

Strange uses a Eldritch Whip to hold the lizard down as the other two Spider Man went to cure what onces was Doctor Connors.

You shakily went over to your Peter, falling to your knees, he was coated in blood this was definitely a wound his fast healing wouldn’t help on “Oh Pete” tears were rolling down your cheeks, guilt taking over every atom in you, you placed your hand over his wound putting pressure on it “I’m so sorry”

His eyes were glossy, he place his hand over yours “Don’t you care apologize y/n, this isn’t your fault i know what your -“

You shook your head “I’m gonna fix this”

“This is too much y/n, it’ll take you out if not worse”

You had tunnel vision for the only Peter in front of you, you didn’t feel the hand on your shoulder “It’s gonna be okay Pete”

He gave you a weak smile “It is, i’m gonna see May and Ben, and Mr.Stark he’ll probably kick my, y'know but its - what are you doing?!”

Your eyes were glowing, as you started to focus on all the matter surrounding his wound focusing everything you had left in you on him.

“Get her off of me, it too much, this could kill her!” You heard him shout to Peter 3.

Feeling that similar sensation of his hand on your shoulder, you stuck your left hand out, mumbling a weak “Sorry” and blasting him back, creating an almost forcefield-like bubble around the two of you, blocking out any outside voices and anyone who tried to interfere, you could vaguely see Strange using everything he had to break through.

“Y/n please stop”

You had two wounds down and one more to go, you could feel yourself fading but feeling Peter getting stronger. Before you knew it you weren’t strong enough and the bubble around you was flickering, you opened your eyes and was satisfied with Peter’s vitals being stronger than yours before anyone had the chance to say anything a chilling voice boomed through the sky.

“Can the Spider-Man come out to play?!”

Peter shoved you out of the way before the goblin started hurtling pumpkin bomb after pumkin bomb, swooping down and steal the box from Strange. Your vision was pulsating, between reality, darkness and the people were trying to come through. You looked up at Strange “There coming” you mumbled

Using his Eldritch Whips to steal the box back as Doc Ock held his board back, he looked back down at you “Who?!” He yelled through the chaos

You weakly pointed up at the sky.

“Strange no!” Peter shouted before an explosion went off and you used the last of your energy to guide the blast upwards and away from everyone you had left.

Before you knew it, you heard someone screaming your name as you tumbled off the collapsing scaffolding, letting darkness consume you.

Love You More | pt.8

TASM! Peter x Reader, Bucky x Reader (past)

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Fight scene is next! Not looking forward to that i suck at writing them so i’ll probably stick close to the script for that or just be very vague with it, not edited or proof read!

TW! This part mentions suicide

Masterlist (coming soon) | Masterpost

Sam stood on his front porch, his phone still clutched in his hand as he stared at the call log. He let out a breath, hitting your name bringing the phone to his ear, when he heard it go straight to voicemail he let out a groan, squeezed his phone so hard that if he had that serum running through his veins he definitely would have crushed his phone. 

He was feeling a mixture of emotions, he was frustrated with how vague you were, he was mad at Bucky for clearly not telling him everything he seen the headlines about you, the video footage of you walking out on Bucky followed by lightning lighting up the sky he thought it was just a fight, an argument because he knew first hand how stubborn Bucky could be but you were always so reasonable, Steve use to tell him you were the glue that kept them together, he was hoping that would be the case with Bucky, you and him. 

He knew this wasn’t going to be easy, everything changed but he gave you your space, gave you time but 6 months was such a long time. He was nervous every goddamn day he would check his phone from any sign that you were alive and well, he would check the news. When he heard in the news a single lightning strike cracked a 100 year old tree in half, he felt some sort of relief but it was clearly intentional, he tried to get Bucky to talk to him but he was like a broken record with the whole “None of your business” 

But he was so fucking nervous right now, that sounded like a goodbye and not just a see you later one like you told him but a your never gonna see me again goodbye. His mind couldn’t stop playing one of the last conversations with Steve he ever had about you on repeat. 

2023 - A little before Steve Rogers Passing 

“Hey Sam?” 

“Yeah Cap?”

A small smile played on his face “You know you can stop calling me that, the shields yours”

An eye roll played out on Sam’s face “You’re always gonna be my Captain” 

Nostalgia was written all over Steve’s face before it fell flat “Y/N hasn’t came by since the stones, i haven’t heard from her, im worried Sam”

“I’ve stopped by multiple times, called texted shes just not answering, I dont know whats going on”

“Bucky won’t tell me anything” he paused, liar Steve thought before continuing “They must be fighting again” a small smile on his face thinking of all Bucky’s and yours stupid fights. 

Sam snorted “Makes two of us, i think shes just not handling all this” He gestured to Steve laying in a hospital bed “Well” 

Steve nodded, he opened and closed his mouth, debating if he should say what he was thinking before starting “I know this is asking a lot of you Sam, but you need to look after her”

“You know i will Cap, always, shes family to me too”

“I’m gonna tell you something that only Y/N, Tony, Fury and I knew, you can’t tell Bucky it’ll just make things worse”

“Yeah of course, my lips are sealed”

Steve nodded “Y/n, she didn’t just go for a walk, fall asleep and wake up here” he referred to the 2000’s “She died” 

Sam’s mouth dropped “What? that wasn’t in any file?”

“I know because we decided it was best kept a secret but a little bit after she woke up she couldn’t remember much but it came back to her, she was hysterical, we had to sedate her. It was like everything she felt before hit her all at once…. but we got her to talk, it wasn’t uncommon after the war for people to commit suicide”

Sam’s eyes went wide not liking where this was headed. 

“Y/n, she lost us, she didn’t have anyone left. She attended not one but two funerals where there was no body, I couldn’t imagine what she felt.” Steve brought his eyes to look at Sam’s because he didn’t want to say it and he knew with Sam he wouldn’t have to “She, did it Sam, she went to — and she did”

“Steve, that’s a lot” Sam got up, he started pacing near the foot of the bed “That changes everything, i gotta —“

Steve cut him off “I know its a lot as long as you know she’s in there and alive that’s all that matters Sam”

“Why didn’t you tell Bucky, that’s his girl” 

“He went through a lot, he was healing, she was healing, she promised me everything was fine”

“He’d kick down that door if he knew”

Steve had a small smile “Yeah i know he would, he wouldn’t let her out of his site, she’s his everything”

“Any idea why they’d be fighting?”

Steve shrugged “Can’t say i do Sam” he knew of course he did, Bucky came to him 2 weeks ago asking for advice about you. How he didnt know he was anymore, didn’t know who you were anymore. That he didn’t want to drag you through the dark tunnel of finding out who he was now, Steve told him that was stupid. 

That’d you’d be more hurt by him saying he needed space, that he needed time because the two of you were already on borrowed time. Steve promised he wouldn’t say anything no matter how badly he wanted to, because he hoped at the time the two of you would sort this out before it was time for him to go but by the looks of things that wasn’t the case. It was a secret that was coming with him to the grave, he knew Bucky would tell Sam when he was ready, when that trust was built he just hoped it wasn’t gonna be too late. 

The front door swung open “What the hell Sam? Was that y/n?! Don’t even lie to me i heard you say her name” Bucky’s brows were creased, pointing his finger at Sam. 

Sam didnt say anything quite yet, he could see the smoke coming out of Bucky’s ears, he knew he had to tell him. It was the only way he couldn’t think of any other excuse that he wouldn’t question “We should go inside”

Sam turned to walk inside but Bucky grabbed his arm to stop him. Sam stared in his eyes. He could tell how worried he was, he could see the panic, the heartache, the sacrifices but most importantly the love he had for you.Sam kept walking nodded for Bucky to follow him to the table, he could hear his heavy footsteps trailing behind him. 

He pulled a chair out and plopped down, Bucky stood there with his arms crossed “Sit down Buck”

“No” 

“Bucky sit down” 

Bucky lingered a little longer before giving in, pulling out the chair across from Sam “You better start talking Sam” 

“I will, under one condition you don’t interrupt me and know I only didn’t tell you because Steve made me promise”

Bucky nodded so Sam started “One of the last time’s i went to visit Steve, he told me something that only he, Fury, Stark and of course y/n knew. It wasn’t in any of her files for good reasons, it was only needed to know per situation information, that’s why he didn’t tell you. He knew you were recovering, you were bettering yourself and this would have held you back, he told me he knew y/n would tell you when she was ready” He paused “What do you know about the night she disappeared?”

Still a scowl on his face he responded “That Peggy told her about Steve, after the funeral she just disappeared. Steve told me she fell asleep by our spot, that she just woke up and it was 2012, the ground absorbed her or something, right?”

Sam shook his head “She didn’t fall asleep Buck”

“What do you mean she didn’t fall asleep? So Steve lied to me?”

“Bucky, she died”

Bucky stood up, his chair flying back “What do you mean she died? So she’s a ghost?! Stupidest thing i’ve ever heard!” He was pacing now. “Why’d they lie to me!” He slammed his fist down on the table making Sarah jump in the kitchen 

“She committed suicide” Sam wanted to break eye contact with Bucky because now he knew what you meant when you told him how Bucky’s ocean eyes would suck you in like a whirl pool, and Sam was drowning trying to get out as they filled with water

Bucky shook his head “No, no, no why would she do that Sam? Did he say why she would do that, my girl wouldn’t do that, she, she — “

“She lost both of you Buck, she lost you then she lost Steve. You two were all she had, man. There were no bodies to bury, she never got closure. Can’t imagine what she was feeling” 

Bucky walked over taking a seat on the couch, he had millions of questions that he was scared to ask since the answer to his last one was weighing him down he was sure this was one he’d never be able to get off his shoulders. 

“Steve said they ran tests and they were never able to find out how she was resurrected but there assuming it had to do with her powers there was no other logical explanation” 

Bucky nodded, as silence took over for a brief moment, the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Till Bucky jumped up off of the couch “She lost Steve”

“We all lost Steve”

“No you dont get it” Bucky ran his hands down his face “She lost Steve, and I - fuck, im so stupid. I wasn’t thinking, “I gotta call her Sam, this is bad, do you think she w-would do it again?”

“Woah Buck, slow down” Sam was standing now “What are you talking about?”

“I told her I needed time, Sam, she gave me the ring back, we broke up. She lost me then she lost Steve” 

“Did Steve know?”

“Of course he knew, he told me i was stupid, i am stupid”

“He knew, that’s why he told me, he knew she was gonna lose both of you all over again” Sam’s eyes widened “That was her on the phone, she told me she was proud of me, she was saying goodbye Buck” 

“Well, call her back!” Bucky shouted 

“I tried it goes straight to voicemail”

“She called me” Bucky whispered “A day ago, she didn’t say anything but I could hear her, then she just hung up” he paused “What if she already…”

“Don’t say it Buck, she’s not, she can’t be” 

“We gotta go now, we gotta go to her place and kick her door down!” Bucky was already walking to the door

“48 hours ago a single lightning strike hit a 100 year old tree in the park” Sam blurted out 

Bucky froze he knew exactly what he meant, and he knew exactly what you were doing when you did that “She let me go” he whispered, wiping the tear that escaped before turning around “She was letting me — usgo” his voice cracked 

“Do you know where else she could have gone? 

“Hey guys?” Sarah spoke from the kitchen “I hate to interrupt but you might wanna see this”

Both men entered the kitchen staring at the TV as Spiderman was on a video call with a news reporter but with his mask off. 

“Just the truth.” Spiderman spoke 

“Oh sure.” Jameson rolled his eyes 

“I thought he wore a mask for a reason?” Bucky questioned

Sarah’s eyes widened “You two missed a lot while you were fixing that damn boat, they revealed his identity just some kid named Peter Parker from queens” she shrugged

“The truth is, that this is all my fault. I accidentally brought those

dangerous people here”

“Well, he admits it!”

“And if those people are watching, just know that I really did try to help you. I mean, I could have killed you -“ Peter says before holding up some weird box, Bucky and Sam look at each other briefly before Peter starts talking again “At any given moment. But I

didn’t. Because my Aunt May taught me that everyone deserves a second chance. And that’s why I’m here”

“And where is “here” exactly?”

“A place that represents second chances” He turns the camera slightly and you can see him at the top of the statue of liberty, as the camera turns back around for a brief second Bucky and Sam could have sworn they saw you before the camera turned back fully on Peter. 

“Did you see that?” Bucky asks

Sam nodded “She did promise Stark she’d watch out after Spiderman, and if Peter is Spiderman shes gonna watch out after him to” 

“The Statue of Liberty?! Good God, folks, he’s about to destroy another national landmark”

“But world, if you’re watching–“

“Believe me, the world is watching–“ 

“Wish me luck. Your friendly neighborhood SpiderMan could really use some.”

Peter’s video ends, Bucky turns to Sam “Do you have his phone number?” 

“When i became Captain America they auto synced phone numbers in my phone, i’m not sure” Sam reached in his pocket

“Well check!” Bucky groaned

“What the hell do you think i’m doing?!” He started scrolling through his contacts “At least we know she’s alive”

“Yeah but not safe, what bad guys, plural might I add, is he talking about?”

“I got it, i found it” He turned his phone around to show Bucky ‘Spiderman’ 

Bucky ripped the phone out of Sam’s hand and hit call puting it to his war

“What the hell man, that’s my —“

Bucky put his finger up “Put y/n on the phone”

I honestly am so in love with this fic ive had it in my head for so long, ive never had anything as planned out before as it is. I have the next part finished, will post it tonight or tomorrow, i dont wanna upload anything till i have the next next part done as well, im about 25% done part 8.

I have so many random scenes typed out to, i just need to find where they’ll fit since i dunno if you could tell im dragging this out a teeny tiny bit. I just wrote an intense scene and this is my favourite line in it so far (i think this will be after the fight scene);

“Bucky” You felt like you were swallowing knives saying his name “He was the moon, but you —“ Your voice shaky even though you’ve never been more sure in your life “You, Peter Parker, your the whole goddamn galaxy”

Love You More Masterpost

Love You More | pt.5

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: Not crazy about this part but it’ll do! Not edited or proof read

Masterlist|Masterpost

“So what’s the plan?” you walked through the front door Peter(3) shutting it behind you. 

“Well, if we just send them back, they’ll die. I know its asking a lot but, we can cure then y/n”

You leaned against the island in the kitchen, of course Peter would choose the plan that would help everyone in the end “Okay” you nodded

His eyes went wide “What? Just like that?”

Pushing yourself off the island “Just like that”

“Wow okay, yeah just like that” A smile beaming on his face

“We do this right, we do this as safely as possible for everyone, we get them back safe, we keep you safe and we do it somewhere no people are” You paused “The statue, it’s the safest, its still under construction” Your eyes found themselves searching for a Peter that wasn’t yours “No more lives lost, no more blood on anyones hands” 

Your eyes found him. 

 “We keep you safe too” Peter 3’s voice came out firmly. 

“What?” 

“You said we get everyone back safe, keep Peter safe, keep the world safe but you forgot about yourself so, we keep you safe too.”

You could feel it, that metaphorical string tightening, pulling you to him. 

“Okay Parker” 

Your Peter cleared his throat “Um so we need a lab, we could break into the school but if they see us…”

“Thats to unpredictable, too many variables” The eldest Peter chimed in 

“You don’t have an Oscoprs so that’s out the window too”

“Well we had something like that but it was um, destroyed by the purple alien i was telling you about”

You laughed. 

All eyes landed on you. 

“Pete, you act like you didn’t know Stark at all, im slightly disappointed”

You walked to the front of the island with all the drawers proceeding to open one up “You really think Tony would build a safe house without a secure access to all the technology Stark had?”

“I thought this was SHIELD?” 

You started typing something into the hidden keypad “God no, it’s one of the very few they didn’t know about, Fury and Tony set it up for incidents like this’’ You gestured to everyone in the room. 

A voice boomed throughout the room “Access granted, welcome Flower child”

“Flower child?” Your Peter’s eyes were filled with amusement. 

“You shush Spider boy” 

“Mr. Starks nicknames were something else” 

“Tony was something else” You gave him a small smile before the kitchen island slowly was shifting, all 3 Peter’s moved closer to get a better look. 

As a staircase down below started to reveal itself you continued “This is where Fury hid for a bit when he” getting your air quotation ready ”’Died’, it’s also where Cap and them hid out after the whole accords situation” 

“How does one ‘die’” Peter(2) questioned 

“Fake your death” you shrugged, as you waved for them to follow you down the stairs 

“Totally normal” Peter(3) said to himself. 

Peter (2) place his hand on Peter’s(3) shoulder “Anything seems to go here”

They followed you down the stairs, you placed your hand on a glass door, it lit up green before opening up lights slowly flickered on. It was exactly as it was left. 

You could see the polaroid wall filled with pictures of the team pre thanos, and pre Accords from all the times you all would hide out here if needed. You did a b-line completely avoiding it “We have everything you’ll need to cure them” You watched as their eyes looked over everything “I won’t be any help but um he might” you pointed up. 

“The ceiling?” Peter(3) raised his eyebrow giving you a funny look

“There’s an A.I here?” Your Peter popped up

“Not just any A.I kid” You gave him a sad smile, your hands were shaky “Hey Tones, flower child here with Spider boy”

A few seconds later a familiar voice came through the speakers pulling at your beart strings “Been a hot minute, slacking without me around i see”

Peter’s mouth parted “Y/n wh-what’s going on” he was shaking his head “How?”

“When Tony found out i was hiding Steve and the rest here, he um created his own A.I” You smiled softly at the memory “Y’know to punish them further that they’d have to listen to him every day instead of Friday”

“But I thought he hated them? Why wouldn’t he turn them in?“

Your eyes looked towards the polaroid wall lingering on it longer than you’d like falling on a picture of Steve, Bucky and you. “We were a family and families fight” You shrugged “Anyway” clapping your hands together “Get to work boys!” 

You watched them all talking about who was going to create whos cure, along with small chit chat about their lives. You found yourself getting closer and closer to the wall till your feet were planted directly in front of it. Scanning through the memories. 

2016

“Hey look what i have!” You lifted up a black polaroid camera from behind your back waving it in the air. 

You heard Steve let out a groan, where as Bucky came up planting a kiss on your cheek and taking the camera from your hand “These things just keep getting smaller and smaller”

“Dude, that’s vintage” Sam laughed “Why the polaroid y/n?”

“Well I know Bucks gonna be going to Wakanda soon, and anything can happen right?” You shrugged taking it back from Bucky “We have no pictures together, well none from this century” 

“You’re going to make us take selfies together?“

Sam almost spit out his orange juice “How do you know that term Cap?” 

Steve crossed his arms grinning “Natasha” 

“So…pictures please? I wanna add some to the wall”

Sam came up taking the camera from you “I’ll take it, scootch together”

Steve was on your left and Bucky on your right. 

“All right say… ‘Fugitives’ “

“Hey!” You laughed “I’m not a fugitive”

“Might as well be if your hanging around these two, alright say cheese”

“Cheese!” You all shouted at the same time, for the first time in years you felt at home. 

You reached out and touched the picture, you almost wished that you could get sucked back in. 

“Are you okay y/n?” Your Peter was standing beside you

“Yeah I’m fine Pete” You spoke with maybe a little too much enthusiasm 

“You don’t have to lie to me” He said, his voice low

“You have enough going on, my problems are so minor they don’t matter, it’s fine really”

“How can you say that? Your problems matter, you matter y/n”

Your eyes left his and you looked back at the polaroid pondering for a moment, letting your emotions get the better of you “If I mattered why’d they both leave?” 

“Y/n, I …”

You shook your head “Its fine, you should go help your new friends” a grin taking place on your face as you slowly started to peel the polaroids off the wall “The faster we get this done the safer it is for everyone” What you really wanted to say was the faster you send them home the lesser of a chance your heart would break with the leas time he’d be here stealing it away piece by piece. 

He opened his mouth but closed it almost immediately. You knew he wanted to talk more but it clearly wasn’t the best time. He nodded, walking back to the other two Peter’s. Your eyes followed him and you could feel the other Peter staring at you, you quickly averted your gaze back to taking the polaroids off the wall. 

A sigh escaped your lips as you went to peel the last picture off the wall, you don’t know what hurt most the hard cold truth that all of your friends in these pictures were no longer alive or the thought that you wished you could be too. 

“What are you gonna do with those?” A soft voice said lightly from behind you, shivers went up your spin. 

“I’m not sure, my suit doesn’t really have any pockets”

“I could uh web them for you, so they stay together for the time being?” He offered, he was anxiously fiddling with his hands, he just had this urge that he wanted to do anything and everything for you. 

You turned around to face him “That’s a good idea actually and then i can put them in my boot or something” You handed them to him. 

“May i?” he held the photos up, asking if he could look through them first, you gave him a nod of approval. He carefully flipped through them “Is this?” He held the photo down so you could see, it was that photo of Bucky, Steve and you. 

You smiled, “Thats Steve and that’s Bucky” 

“You three look good for being over hundred” 

You laughed “Thanks Parker, i think so to” 

He looked like he wanted to ask you something, his eyes searching yours for anything that could tell him it was a bad idea “Do you think we could um, take a picture together, so i could have it for when I’m no longer here?”

The smile that took over your face hurt your cheeks so bad “I’d love that” You reached over to the camera “But we have to take two because i want one to” 

You grabbed the camera blowing the dust off of it “I think you should hold it, you have longer arms” 

He took it from you, your hands brushing against each other, you stood next to him as he turned the camera around “Are you ready?”

“Yes, say Multiverse”

He laughed “Of course, okay 1.. 2… 3…”

“Multiverse!” You both smiled at the sametime 

You held the same pose as he clicked one more, he took one and handed it to you while he took the other, you looked up at him tilting your head to the side, you could help but smile as you watched his eyebrows crease with confusion. 

“Is there something on my face?”

“No” you laughed “I was just wondering if you had pockets because” you gestured tochis suit “It doesn’t look like it”

“Oh” he half heartedly laughed “Um i do actually, i didn’t before but i do now, see” He showed you the hidden pocket 

“Look!” You beamed showing him your picture of the two of you “It looks good”

“Yeah” He admired it, staring at you now instead of the picture  “You look beautiful”

Your head shot up to look at him, you opened your mouth to say something at least you think you would have said something back if your Peter didn’t Interrupt but the truth was how could you when he left you that flustered 

“Hey guys, we’re done over here!” He shouted while waving the two of you over. 

You both nodded “Could you web this for me?” your voice was timid like a child 

“Of course y/n” The way his name rolled off his lips felt like it should be illegal for something as simple as saying your name made you feel. He took the pictures for you, the picture of the two of you now on top of the pile instead of the one with Steve, Bucky and you. He webbed them together in a pile “Here, it should last till this is all over” 

“Thank you” You grabbed them stuffing them into the side of your combat boots 

He gave you a nod before he gestured to the other two Peters “We should”

“Yeah, we should”

“So why take the pictures with you? Wouldn’t they be safer here?” He questioned

“Well, yes technically they would but in case anything happens, I’d like to have some of my favourite people with me” You gave a side smile

He stopped, putting his arm in front of you “Woah, nothing is gonna happen to you Y/N, I’m going to make sure of that”

“I appreciate that Parker but my luck has to run out at some point I’m just preparing for every outcome” You shrugged.

He knew that feeling, the feeling after a loss of someone you love, the heartbreak of losing someone you love, that hopeless feeling followed by the numbing acceptance of not really caring what happens to yourself anymore because why does it even matter? Why should you be able to save yourself or even try to when you failed to save the one you love. His heart broke thinking of you going through that even though he knew you were, he wanted to do everything he could to pull you out of that darkness, to not let it swallow you whole like it almost did to him. “The only outcome is everyone is safe, no more losses”

You enjoyed the light to Peter, it was something that you observed every Peter had, you admired it. You hoped at some point in your life you’d be able to find that lightness again but you had this darkness inside you that kept telling you that you weren’t even going to live that long. Looking into his eyes, you could see that he was so sure, so positive that everything was going to work out and that helped put you at ease and even give you a little bit of light in all the dark “No more losses” you smiled back. 

“Nice of you two to finally join us” The eldest Peter smiled, he had a look in his eyes you couldn’t quite place it was almost like a knowing look. 

Your Peter clapped his hands “We’re just waiting for the last cure to finish but the plan I have is to take a video, send it to Jameison telling them where I am, and we wait for them to come, sounds good?” The youngest Peter looked to everyone waiting for confirmation. Everyone nodded agreeing “Good okay, I’m gonna call MJ and Ned let them know the plan and see if he can portal us there, probably easier”

Your Peter went into one of the rooms off to the side to call his best friend as the oldest Peter turned to you “So i know, i got hassled for what i was wearing so i feel it’s fair for me to hassle you.” A small grin on his face “So y/n are you going into battle dressed like you’re going to the gym or?” 

You laughed, looking down at your outfit, you had leggings on and your sports bra tank top thing you stole from Natasha years ago “Nope totally not, um i actually forgot i was still wearing this”

“You’re not cold? it’s kinda chilly down here” He questioned

“No, my body adjusts to the temperature to keep me warm”

“Of course it does, but back to the suit thing, do we need to take you somewhere to get it?”

“No, i have it here” You lifted your arms showing him the two small black bracelets on your wrist, you tapped them together once and small black nanobots started to cover your body from your neck to your ankles “See, simple” You put your arms out spinning around 

“That nano tech?” Peter 3 asked 

“Yup, Tony made it for me”

“That’s so cool”

Your Peter came back “Okay Neds gonna do it any second — Oh good y/n you finally suited up”

“How much longer till that’s done?” You gestured to the final cure, the goblins. 

“About 10 minutes give or take”

You nodded “Okay um, i’m just going to make a quick call okay?”

“Do i need to be worried about anything y/n?” You Peter’s voice was soft

“No Pete, just going to call a friend, I’ll be out front” You started walking back up the stairs, taking your phone off the counter where you left it. 

You had a plan and you weren’t even sure if it was going to work, but if it did, if you lived through this maybe this could be your second chance, if you even deserved one of those and you weren’t sure if you did but he made you feel like you did.

You still had so many loose ends in your century long life and you weren’t even sure if you’d be able to snip those ends off but all you knew is one particular string was pulling you tightly and securely in another direction while others were fraying. 

You knew you weren’t thinking logically about your plan, you weren’t even sure if he’d be okay with it or if you could pull it off but you had to try. 

You made it a good distance from the house before clicking on Sam’s name, hitting call. 

Love You More | pt.4

Word Count: 2k

TASM!Peter x Reader, Bucky x Reader

A/N: Some TASMPeter x reader time in this one! Gotta build that bond some how, theres a teeny tiny parallel in this between both relationships bucky x reader established one and tasm!peter x reader building one, its small but got me good

Not edited or proof read!

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1941

“Should we really be leaving him Buck? I can’t help but have this feeling that —“

“Steve’s smart, he’ll be okay, i promise”

You nibbled on your nail, as Bucky led you away from the Stark expo, arm around your shoulder “I know he’s smart, i just, what if by some miracle they accept him? Then i’ll be losing both of my boys”

“Woah” He stopped in his tracks moving to stand in front of you “You’re never gonna lose me doll”

You kept your gaze down “You don’t know that Buck” your voice barely above a whisper

He placed his fingers just under your chin, guiding you to look up at him, once your eyes connected, his hand was on your cheek “I promise y/n, you will never lose me.”

“How do you know that? Y-you cant promise me that, its to unpredictable”

He grabbed your hand like it was a delicate flower “You have this” he placed it in the middle of his chest, you could feel his heart beating “You will always have this and because of that i’ll always find my way back to you doll, i promise” He held his pinky out

You nodded, connecting yours with his, a tear rolling down your cheek, you wanted to believe him so badly, you truly did but a small sliver of you knew it was too good to be true “Okay Buck”

He placed his forehead against yours “You and me till the end of the line doll”

Your legs were dangling off the roof, your phone lingering in your right hand. Your left is hovering over your heart.

Taking a deep breath you opened your call log, every single one was highlighted in red “Missed call Bucky Barnes” the last time he tried to call was over a week ago, he stopped leaving voicemails because your box was full.

You had this feeling inside you that this was gonna be your last fight, the final fight. Just like a year ago was the final fight for some of your teammates.

The phone started ringing, you held it to your ear and on the second ring you heard banging, a door shut before his voice came through the speakers “Y/n?”

You didn’t say anything your voice caught in your throat.

He could hear you breathing “Doll, please say something, anything”

Your mouth opened and shut numerous times, no words came out.

“I lov — “ He started but you never stuck around to hear the rest before hitting the big red button.

God, you were so stupid.

Two steps forward and one step back right?

Did you even take two steps forward? You had to of because this was most definitely one giant leap fucking back.

You could feel someone else coming up from behind you.

“Hey are you okay? I know we don’t know each other but i just cant help but feel a…” The tallest Peter started

“A connection” You both spoke at the same time, you watched his eyes light up and you gave him a small smile, you patted down on the roof beside you.

He eagerly accepted the invitation, you couldn’t help but shiver at the pure sunshine that radiated off of him, you could feel how pure and good he was, like your own Peter but this was different you could feel a longing for something, you could feel all the love he had to give like he was going explode at the seams but that spandex suit was holding it all together.

“I think it’s because of Peter” Your voice was soft, almost getting lost in the breeze

“Hmm?” His brows furrowed together

“The connection, it’s because of Peter. Him and I are…” Clearing your throat “Were close, and i can’t help but feel despite the different universe and all, that connection still there”

He nodded “It makes sense, definitely not the craziest idea out there”

“A couple years ago, maybe more than a couple actually. Nat, an old friend of mine, we were the only girls on the team so we’d have these girl days” You smiled at the memories “We both never got the chance to do all that girly stuff, so it was nice to just have dedicated time to that when we were not …”

“Save the world?” Peter chimed in, his dimples poking through

Laughing you continued “And we’d talk about all we all got here, to that exact moment in time, that maybe we all had these strings attached to us pulling us together. We all just had the same agenda, we all just wanted to help, to make the world a better, safer place. It was a connection we all just shared and I think that’s what made us work so well, because when that metaphorical string started to stray, it tore us apart and we lost.” You hung your head, staring at your lap “I’d like to think that connection carries through to other universe to and maybe it can pull us back together too”

He nodded “I like that idea, I don’t see why it couldn’t. When i lost Gwen, i was so mad at the universe it was so unfair but as the years went on i just kept hoping if the multiverse was real, which it clearly is” he gestured to everything around him “That if there was other me’s out there, they got there happy ending even if i didn’t, and it’s refreshing to see that they did”

“Maybe you just haven’t met your ‘MJ’ yet”

He was staring directly at the side of your face, admiring the way the moonlight shined off of it “Maybe”

“Ill manifest it for you Parker, you deserve your happy ending”

“So do you y/n”

You nodded, staying silent, watching your Peter lead Mj and Ned to the start of the tree line.

“You never answered my question y/n, are you okay?”

A shaky breath left your throat “Honestly? I dont think ill ever be okay, i’m not even sure if i even wanna bother trying, because i keep trying and trying to do good, to save people” You sighed feeling water well up in your eyes, as you turned to look at him “I’ve just had enough, i know this is selfish, i do but i’ve been giving for years” A tear rolled down your cheek “And i-i just wanna take, why can’t i have that” You pointed towards Peter, MJ and Ned who were hugging goodbye before they stepped through the portal that would keep them safe.

“I ask myself the same thing all the time, more so now that I’m here and see both the other Peters have someone, they made it work” He was fiddling with his hands “I keep wondering, racking my brain to where i went wrong”

You nodded in agreement wiping your tear away “Love just isn’t enough sometimes i guess”

He swallowed back all the thoughts of Gwen that were threatening to spill over “It should be though, why isn’t it?”

You shrugged placing a piece of hair behind your ear “I’ve been asking myself that for years”

He smiled down at his lap, this was so easy with you he thought “Yeah i heard, your old like old old” he tried lightening the mood

You laughed tossing your head back, as you bumped his shoulder with yours “You might be from a different universe but that’s not how we talk to the ladies here”

He was flirting, he doesn’t even remember the last time he flirted with someone but he knew for sure he wanted to hear that laugh again.

He laughed with you, raising his hands in defeat “Sorry sorry, my bad, i forget sometimes, it’s been awhile”

“I’ll let it slide just this once because you are right, I am old, who told you? Pete or his sidekick”

“His sidekick”

“See that’s why i don’t have one of those” You laughed “why? you wanna know my story or something?”

“I mean i can’t help but be curious about the most beautiful girl here”

You smiled, a blush creeping on your cheeks “Parker, if you haven’t noticed I’m the only girl here” you gestured to the surrounding area now that MJ was gone.

He cleared his throat before giving you a shy smile “I meant in this universe”

You head snapped forward and a gust a wind blew by causing shivers up your spine

He laughed “Was that you cause i’m thinking that was y —“

“You wanna hear it or you gonna keep talking?” Your tone was playful, a grin took over his face not that it ever left you dont think, he turned his whole body, sitting crossed legged to face you, his head resting in his right palm, as the stars shone off his eyes, you swallowed, your mouth suddenly dry “Well i was born June 3rd 1920, in New York. Um I met Bucky and Steve in 1930, we were inseparable yknow, Bucky and Steve went off to war, both perished or so we thought, obviously wasn’t true”

You were leaving out a lot but it wasn’t because you didn’t trust Peter you had just met him only hours earlier but because you were scared, that burning feeling was melting your heart back together, you were scared because it was happening too fast, too easily “After i found out about Steve it was 1945, i just remember running to our spot, i cried for hours, i must have fallen asleep, the next morning, i woke up here” You pointed to the house below you “And it was 2012”

His mouth dropped “And w-what about your powers?”

You shrugged “I woke up with those to, Bruce, um a really really smart man, he said i must have been born with it, something about my family’s bloodline and that traumatic event triggered it and” you used your hand to gesture to everything “mother nature felt i needed to be protected because whatever i have is sacred, or that i wasn’t needed yet because everyone has a purpose, a timeline and this was mine i guess”

“Like your destiny”

You nodded “Something like that”

He lifted his head out of his palm “So let me get this straight, you” he pointed at you “Plus your two best friends all born over a hundred years ago, all happened to get super powers, and miraculously cross paths again in the 20th century?”

“Yup” you smiled popping the P

He made the gesture of his mind exploding with a whooshing noise “My universe is so lame compared to yours”

“I dont think thats a bad thing, plus can’t be that boring it has you” This time you seen his face colour change to match the red on his suit

“That was smooth y/n, So where’s your other two hundred year old friends?” He could feel your heart rate speed up, you started to shift, fuck he thought, he went too far “You dont have to anwser that im sor -“

You put your hand up “Its fine, um Steve went back to the 1940s to be with Peggy, a girl, And Bucky he’s still here we just, we don’t talk anymore” You shrugged

His mouth went lopsided “Im sorry y/n”

“Its fine”

“You say that a lot”

“Because everything is fine, it’s always fine”

He placed his hand on yours that was resting in your lap “You deserve —“

A cough came from below “Hey are you two coming? I have a plan!” Your Peter was sticking his head out the window below.

Peter 3 pulled his hand off your almost immediately “Yeah, yup were coming”

“Cool” Your Peter gave you a thumbs up before pulling his head back inside the window.

“I forgot to ask” Peter 3 started, offering a hand to pull you up, you gladly took “How did you even get up here?”

“Um the air?”

“The air?”

“Yeah like i just” You moved your hands around him and he was suddenly floating

“Holy shit”

You laughed putting him back down.

“You have got to be the most amazing girl i’ve ever met, that was wow, you have to show me more”

“I will”

“You promise?” He held his pinky out

“I promise”

Love You More | pt.3

Word Count:1.2k

A/N: Just a short one but a nice filler, I hate writing for some many characters so I just wanted to get rid of Ned and MJ lmao

Not edited or proof read.

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The door clicked shut, the rain stopped pattering on the windows, but god was the air in here thick. You don’t know why you were surprised being stuck in a room with two Peters, it was of course going to be awkward, it was in their nature. 

“So, you have super powers?”

You looked away from the door landing on the voice of the Spider man that stitched you up “Yup” 

“That’s so cool” He grinned, his eyes lighting up like a child on christmas, it made something warm run through your veins. 

“I mean, you have ’super powers’ too” 

He nodded “Yes but, i hear your’s are better”

You let a smile take over your face “Well, too bad we couldn’t swap for a day to put that theory to the test”

“Crazier things have happened” The older Spiderman in the corner pipped in. 

“Yeah, what’s going on?” you gesture between them

“Well, i can’t tell you, your Peter’s side but i was just doing my nightly patrol and next thing i knew it was day time,  i was here, and it wasn’t my New York anymore” 

You turned your head to the older Peter “About the same for me, i wasn’t doing patrol though, can i ask you something?”

“Yeah of course”

“Do you know how time works here? Because I have someone back home - in my universe, and it’s always been almost a full day since –” 

“A full day? You’ve been here twenty four hours already?” You stood up clutching your side, walking towards the window. 

The two Peters looked frantically at each other like they just got your Peter in trouble. 

“H-he tried to call you earlier but we told him n-not t —“

You peaked over your shoulder “Lying for him already Parker?“ 

“W-what no!” 

You tried to open the window but struggled because of your wound, tall Peter rushed over to help you. He moved to

lean against the window sill as you stuck your hand outside, closing your eyes “Time moves faster here, a minute there is an hour here, vise versa” Your eyes shot open, they were glowing white. 

“Holy shi -“ The Peters spoke together, their voices blending as you listened to the universe, your universe. 

The door opened and your Peter rushed in, followed by Ned and MJ, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. His senses are going off the chart “What’s going on?!” he frantically looked around till he zeroed in on you. Eyes white, with your hand out the window vibrating ever so slightly. 

“We don’t know, she wanted the window open then she stuck her hand out, closed her eyes said something about time here and boom, her eyes were white” 

Your Peter rushed over to you, being careful because of your wound, slightly shaking you “Y/n?! Y/n?! What’s going on?”

You could hear the chatter around you, making out the sound waves of each voice but your consciousness was to far gone to fully hear what was going on but you could sense the anxiety in the room but you were so close so you kept going till you saw it. 

The multiverse was breaking apart, tearing at the seams. You could see each crack in the timeline, each cracking coming from your universe and Peter took part in delivering the final blow. 

You heard a small voice that you could make out Peter’s, your Peters “You’re scaring me y/n, please stop”

Your eyes closed shut before reopening focusing on everyone in the room, as you tried to keep your balance. 

“What was that?” Peter’s voice was quiet

“The multiverse is shattered” You voice was quiet, in complete disbelief of how reckless you all were.

Your Peter placed his hands on his hips “Well, yeah” he gestured to the two other Spiderman’s standing behind him “That’s why they’re here”

“No Pete, that’s not at all what i meant” You ran your hand through your hair “God this is so bad Peter, have you heard from Strange?” 

Peter turned to look at Ned and MJ, all of their faces had guilt written all over them “About that” 

“What’d you do Pete? I need the full story now, this is so bad” 

Peter 3 stepped from out behind your Peter “I hate to interrupt but your bleeding, you must of ripped your stitches” 

You looked down and sure enough you were bleeding through your bandages “Screw this” you mumbled, ripping the white wrap off, you started pulling out stitches, holding back your tears.

“Woah woah woah, no no” . Fluffy hair Peter started waving his hands at you.

Your Peter put his hand out to stop him “No shes gonna heal them”

“How is that” he pointed towards you ripping out the final stitch “Gonna heal them”

“Just watch”

And he did, they all did as you closed your eyes, a small humming noise came from your throat, only the three with heightened senses picked it up as a glow started to illuminate from your hands, you skin started glowing around the claw marks in your skin and it slowly started to mend back together, leaving scars in there place.

Your Peter moved to stand by you because he knew after this was done you were going to be exhausted, last time this happened Peter almost didn’t catch you as you were falling from the side of a building after you finished healing Tony. 

“Holy shit” 

“Yeah, what he said?” The eldest Peter pointed towards Peter 3, stunned.

Your eyes opened and you started leaning backwards but a firm figure caught you “Thanks Pete”

“Let’s get you to the couch, i have a lot to tell you”

“That you do”

“That was so cool Miss. Y/L/N!”

You chuckled sitting on the couch “Thanks Ned”

“So, start talking” 

And he did, like he always did, everything meshed into one giant sentence but you’ve known Peter long enough to sort the story out in your head.

Rubbing your temples “You’re telling me Strange, our Doctor Strange cast a spell for you, because everyone knows who you are and you couldn’t get into MIT because of it? And everyone that knows Peter Parker is Spiderman from other universes, is here?”

He nodded “Its not as bad as it sounds, I have a plan”

You ignored him, your mind racing to try and put the pieces together “Wait, so where is Strange?”

“Well um, i kind of left him in the Mirror Dimension” 

“I can’t believe this” You placed your head in your hands, shaking your head

“I know its bad y/n, I messed up so bad, but I’m gonn –”

You stood up, heading towards the door, you were about to have a full blown panic attack and the only person you wanted to call right now was Bucky, and you knew you couldn’t do that, you shouldn’t do that but you were going to cave.

“Y/n, please don’t go i need your help, i do - “

‘“I’m not gonna leave you Pete, I promise. I just need a minute, this is a lot.” You reached for his shoulder giving it a small squeeze “Plus you need to get them” you pointed at Ned and MJ “Somewhere safe, and that isn’t here”

MJ started shaking her head “Nuh huh, were staying right here”

You peaked over his shoulder towards them “Unless either of you have any super powers, or abilities i’m not aware of then you go, i’m not gonna be responsible for someone else’s blood on my hands” with that you shut the door behind you, making your way to the roof. 

“She’s so cool” Ned breathed out

MJ turned to him “She just kicked us out”

Ned nodded vigorously “Yeah, we just got kicked out of an Avenger safe house by an Avenger, so cool”

She gave a small smile “Kinda cool” 

Peter 1 turned towards them “She’s right though, you guys should go somewhere that isn’t anywhere near all of this”

“I can portal us to my Lola’s”

MJ lifted up Doctor Strange’s box “But were taking this with us”

LOVE YOU MORE MASTERPOST

Masterlist|A/N: Will not follow NWH story line to a T, Ill try my best to stick to the MCU timeline but if I don’t, sorry!

“I love him, but I will always love you more”

Bucky was your everything, you fought teeth and nail till he was free from his own mind, so you could finally have your chance to be together, because surely the fact you were both alive in 2024 it had to be destiny.. right? But then he broke your heart and everything you thought you knew with it, will some boy from another universe be able to pick up the pieces you wanted sobadlytoburry

Chapters: Last updated 04/25/22

1. Outoftouch
2. Giant Lizard
3. Multiverse
4. Promise
5. Plan & Polaroids
6. Headlines
7. Another lifetime
8. The Truth
9. Curing
10. Another World
11. Second chances
12. Who’s Peter?

Love You More | pt.2

TASM!Peter Parker x reader (eventually), Bucky x reader (Past)

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Angst, swearing, slow burn

A/N: This is gonna be a somewhat of a slow burn with TASM!Peter and the reader! But sometimes when y'know, y'know. 

Never proof read or edited when I first upload lol im a lazy pos.

Enjoy x

Masterlist|Masterpost

2016

“You can’t honestly be thinking of signing this y/n?” Steve was pacing as he held up the Sokovia Accords. 

“What’s so bad about wanting to keep this” you pointed to all the Avengers in the room “Together, we do this together but i think the best way to fight those is to stay together, so we figure a way out“

“One hand on the wheel” Natasha smiled, nodding towards you

Steve ignored her “Y/n, if we sign these we’d be signing ourselves over to people like Hydra, the ones that took Bucky”

“How dare you bring Bucky into this” You pointed at Steve “This has nothing to do with him!”

He dropped the accords on the table “This has everything to do with him, he wouldn’t want you to sign this y/n! I don’t want you to sign this, we’re all we have left!” His features softened when he watched you flitch at his tone, lowering his voice he continued “Which is why we gotta stay together y/n”

“Give me a break Cap” Tony placed his drink down pinching his nose “If Y/n wants to sign let her sign” He came over and gave your shoulder a squeeze “At least one of you old timers seems to have a solid head on their shoulders”

Steve’s jaw clenched “Governments are run by people with agendas, and agendas change.”

Present 

“Are you sure this is it? Its like in the middle of nowhere” 

You nodded, grabbing cash out of your pocket “Yeah, this is it”

“I can take you further if you want”

Giving him a $100 bill, you shook your head “Its fine, thank you”

“Superheroes,” he muttered under his breath before driving back down the mainroad. 

You watched the lights fade as you started walking forward, the gravel road crunching under your shoes.

You always loved nature, even before you found out what you were capable of. It was always a safe space for you, no judgement, just peace and quiet. You always wondered if maybe that was why you were gifted the way you were, your Grandmother before she passed when you were 10 she used to tell you all the time about how you were destined for great things, that she saw the life you were destined to live, and she told you to keep pushing through that the sun would shine upon you. 

At the time you thought it was due to old age because that was crazy, but it turns out it wasn’t but you were still waiting for the sun to shine because all you could see was clouds and even now out in nature your mind was plagued with old memories invading your every thought, and never usually the good kind. 

The Accords were what tore the team apart and you couldn’t help but think if you wouldnt of signed them then maybe things between Bucky and you would have been different, maybe Steve wouldn’t have left and maybe you wouldn’t be as alone as you were now. .

You were jittering, wrapping your arms around yourself to comfort you from your own mind. 

Why were you so anxious? It was just Peter, young sweet Peter. 

Peter Parker the one you haven’t seen or reached out to since Tony’s funeral and that was what 7 or 8 months ago, it had to have been almost a year. Time was flying by and you were doing nothing but watching it. 

You should have checked up on him, it’s what Tony wanted you to do, he didn’t ask anything of you in his letter to you from his will he pretty much handed over ‘Superhero parent guardianship over the creepy crawler’ to you and you failed him. 

But you had to try to give yourself the benefit of the doubt right? Because you were on your way to help him now, that has to count for something. And Tony didn’t know Steve was going to leave and Bucky was going to take half of you with him, abandoning the rest on the side of the road like excess baggage. 

Your thoughts were loud but nothing was as loud as the rustling you heard coming from the bushes. 

You froze “Who’s there” you lifted your hand up letting it illuminate light so you could see better “I’m not going to ask again”

You used your other hand to wave the trees to sway to the left, you saw glowing eyes staring back at you “Is that a threat?” was all your heard before a giant fucking lizard charged at you, his claw got your side before you had time to react fully. 

“What the — “ You screamed, using the air around you to swirl around whatever the heck that thing was, lifting him off the ground and sending it far away from you. You heard it shouting at you as strong gusts of wind carried the creature with it. 

You laid there clutching your side, panting. Staring up at the stars “Was that my punishment for not checking up on Pete?” You asked absolutely no one, but a small breeze made the bushes to the right of you sway, showing a dim light illuminating in the distance. 

The house.

You grunted pushing yourself up “Was totally my punishment” you mumbled under your breath, as you limped towards the house. 

“We could ask for more help” 

“We have 3 Spidermans. What more help could we use?”

Ned shrugged “Other Avengers, there still some left with cool powers”

Peter 2 and 3 shared a confused look “Avengers?” Peter 2 questioned. 

Peter 1’s eyes opened in shock “Neither of you have the Avengers?” he pointed between them “Thor? Captain America? Iron man?” 

Peter 3 shook his head “Are they a band? Those are some awesome names”

Peter shook his head vigorously “No there earth’s mightiest heroes! I can’t believe you don’t have them”

The older Peter stepped forward “Will they help us? The more the merrier”

Ned cleared his throat “Well, lots of them are uh dead after Thanos, or off world, retired or gone rogue” he paused “But I know there’s for sure three that could help!”

The youngest Peter brought his eyebrows together “H-how do you know that?”

He shrugged “I tapped into one of your phone calls with Happy by accident”

“We’ll deal with that later but i could ask Y/n but i don’t know if she’ll answer she’s been distant since Mr.Stark” 

“Drama in the superhero world?” Ned asked eagerly crossing his arms

“What about the other two?” Peter 3 questioned, ignoring Ned. 

“I’m not, um close with them, I kicked their bu - ass’s one time in a fight and well i just don’t think that would go over very well”

Peter reached into his pocket grabbing his phone, staring at your number, he was hesitant he hasn’t spoken to you in months. It almost felt wrong bringing you into his mess, a mess that wouldn’t have happened if he went to you first.

“Hey Pete, you don’t have to do this” MJ reached over placing her hand in his

He gave her a soft smile “Yeah i do” he pressed on your number, it rang a few times he didn’t expect you to answer so fast “Y/n, I-I need your help, i mes -” he got up, leaving the room.

“So, Avengers” The older Peter tried to ease the silence after Peter 1 left

“Yeah what kind of powers does y/n have? Is she super strong, or fast, or is she magic too?”  Peter 3 quipped excitedly 

“Oh she has the coolest powers!” Ned started his eyes wide with excitement “She controls everything”

“Everything?” The Peters said in together

“Yeah like, the elements she can do whatever she wants with them, or like everything that has matter i think, i’m honestly not really sure that’s just what i’ve seen online” He shrugged casual 

“That sure is something” The eldest Peter said in awe

“How do you get powers like that? Like did she get knocked over by the wind or something” Peter 3 quipped 

“Uh no it’s actually super sad and complicated, they have her story in the smithsonian Peter knows it better then me, he wouldn’t stop bugging her for months about it, i think she was chosen? like by the earth or nature like the earth incubated her in the 40s after Captain America died, then she just showed up out of -“.

This universe Peter entered the room, Ned stopped talking almost immediately. Peter kept his phone in his hand, his eyes still lingering on it, he didn’t have to have the senses he did to know all the eyes were on him awaiting an answer, he cleared his throat “She’s on her way”

“That’s great! I’ve always wanted to meet her, this is so cool she’s like my 3rd favourite Avenger, well i guess she’s first now ever since –” 

“Ned.” MJ glared at him, nudging him to stop.

“Oh, sorry dude”

Peter 1 waved it off “Just don’t bring up the Avengers okay? Especially Captain America and Sergeant Barnes, Please” His eyes looked over everyone, he received nods from everyone even though two of them in the room had no idea who they were. He knew Steve leaving was hard on you, that’s what Happy kept telling him about why you needed space from everything but then Peter read online about how the Falcon and Winter soldier were doing missions together and you weren’t there. So he knew something more was going on. 

He sighed, rubbing his hands down his face, hoping that with y/n helping a weight would be lifted off his shoulders. 

“You know you can talk to us right? I mean at the end of all this we won’t even be here in this universe anymore, and we don’t even know any of these people so we are not biassed towards anyone” Peter 3 offered a kind smile.

Peter thought about it before opening his mouth “It’s just there’s no one left, before it was so amazing, the avengers we were such a good team, i mean from the experience i have and i was only close with Mr. Stark and Y/N but from the stories they told me it was just like the best and now its all gone, everyones well gone” He paused before taking a seat on the couch next to MJ “There’s only a handful of us left and were divided again, not that we were even a team to start with and i just feel this weight on my shoulders, like i have these shoes to fill, there big shoes, and I know everyone has their own things to deal with and y/n has a lot going on, but i should have called her sooner, it’s just a mess, everything is a mess” he paused looking up at everyone “I have to fix it”

Before anyone could respond there was a knock at the door, Peter paused jumping off the chair “That must be her” he walked towards the door.

“That was oddly fast” Peter 3 spoke to no one in particular 

“They’re called super heros for a reason” Ned laughed

Peter took a big breath before opening the door revealing you clutching your side “Hi Pete” you offered him a smile that most certainly did not reach your eyes.

His eyes shot down to your side, he quickly ushered you inside “W-what happened? Your bleeding” He wrapped his arm around your waist as you hobbled further inside.

“You weren’t kidding” You let out an airy laugh as your eyes scanned the room, just as you rounded the corner, 8 pairs of eyes peering into you. 

“Are you okay?” An older gentleman wearing a suit shot up.

“Yeah there’s just like a giant lizard running around, and I was just not paying attention, distracted” you gestured to your head. ”It’s fine really, I just need the first aid kit over there” You pointed towards the bathroom.

The tallest Spider Man wasted no time in running over to retrieve it, as you took your arm off your side, you unzipped your jacket, your white shirt was now stained red.

“Why weren’t you wearing your suit y/n!” Your Peter raised his voice slightly “Mr. Stark said —“

“Do you wear yours everywhere you go?” You cut him off giving  him a slight shove “And i do have it” you raised your arm showing him the bracelet around your left wrist “I just didn’t have time to activate it because i was caught off guard by a giant lizard” you took your white top off, just in your black sports bra now “Oh wow he got me good” 2 big gashes a couple inches long grazed your side. 

The middle Peter was frantically going through the kit “I’m so sorry, i’ve been there” he pointed at your wound “It sucks, c- can i?”

You nodded, as he started to disinfect the wound “So this is quite a mess hey”

His eyes shot down to his feet “I know, I’m so –”

You put your hand up “Don’t apologise Pete, people make mistakes things happen, it’s okay” a shaky breath left your throat as the middle Peter brought out a needle to stitch you up.

“How can you say that? This is all my fault”

“We all make mistakes, but we fix them or we try our best to, that’s what matters”

“Mr. Stark would have been so mad at me” 

“Yeah, he would have been” Peter’s eyes suddenly left yours, you reached your hand out to grab his “But he made so many mistakes to Pete, please stop being so hard on yourself, nobody’s perfect” 

“An Avenger should be, i need to do better”

You smiled “The Avengers were far from perfect, they are probably the most imperfect group of heroes ever”  Peter 3 was now bandaging your side, he gave you a slight nod as he finished. 

“Thank you” You gave him the best smile you could but he didn’t even have to know you like your Peter did to see how it didn’t reach your eyes. 

He felt flustered for the first time in a long time as your big ocean eyes stared into his, he scratched the back of his head “It’s not a problem really, he is my villain and all” he felt his heart slightly break as you turned to face your Peter again. 

“So, are you gonna fill me in i have no idea what’s going on and why there’s two other versions of you standing in a safe house i swore id never come back to” 

Peter’s mouth felt open as he looked around and he pointed at the ground “This is the…?” He trailed off knowing if his thoughts were true he wouldn’t need to finish

You nodded before you could answer another voice piped in. 

“Wait, you don’t know what’s going on? You haven’t seen the news but your an Ave —“ 

“Ned” Peter’s and MJ voices meshed into one

Peters eyes looked back to you, you could see the sincerity in them “It’s fine Pete, uh no i haven’t seen the news, i’ve been out of the loop for awhile” You could feel your heart rate rise as it suddenly started raining outside, all eyes were on you as you swallowed the lump in your throat, 3 people in this room could surely hear how your heart rate picked up and 1 for sure knew that the rain outside wasn’t a confidence. 

You could tell Peter was having an internal battle with himself, he reached out and gave your hand a squeeze before turning to his two friends “Can i uh, talk to you two outside?” 

“Us?” MJ pointed between Ned and her 

Peter nodded, walking towards the front door. 

“But it’s raining” 

Peters eyes went back to you “Not for long”

The two of them reluctantly got up, you closed your eyes again, you haven’t been so out of control of your powers in a long time, you were better than this, but were you really? 

You couldn’t think of a good memory anymore to calm you down because they were all tainted. 

Marvel

Harry Potter

13 Reasons Why

Outer Banks (Up coming)

Change

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

One-shot

Summary: You are in college as a psychology major. But lately you have been questioning your whole major. Tom, your boyfriend, has been amazing while you’ve been trying to figure everything out. Finally deciding what you want to do, you’re excited to tell your best friend. Things did not go as expected but you are reminded of how lucky you are.

N/A: Hey ya’ll I hope you are being safe and healthy. Here is a little one-shot for you all.

             Slinking down into your favorite place on the couch you scroll through the DVR, hoping something catches your eye. Finally picking something, you wrap yourself up in blanket and find yourself lost in your own thoughts. Tonight you met up with your best friend to tell her some exciting news but it didn’t happen the way you originally hoped.

“Well hello love,” Tom bends over the back of the couch to place a quick kiss on your cheek. “You’re home earlier than I expected. What did Julie think of the news?”

              What did she think of the news? She didn’t think much of it because she went right into talking about her boyfriend. The two of you met up because you wanted to tell her the news concerning your career change. Julie knows you’ve been struggling trying to find an area of focus in the field of psychology, but what she doesn’t know is that you’ve been thinking about completely switching to something else. You finally knew what you wanted and was so excited to tell her at dinner.

            Going to the gym before dinner the two of you took a few workout classes. About half way through the second class you noticed she seemed a bit worn out. She’s not big in exercise. You didn’t used to be either. Asking her if she’s alright she goes into how she’s just sad cause her and her boyfriend haven’t talked all day. The class resumed, and after you went out to eat with her. You told her the news that you were so excited about, but it was short lived because she continued to talk about her boyfriend.

           Normally you don’t mind. Though most of her stories have been repetitive. Including any problems going on between them. You love her, Julie is one of your best friends. Though, sometimes you wish the conversation could be about something else. Perhaps something in your life like what brought you to this change. Is that selfish? You wonder. It’s not like you want everything to be about you, just a little bit more than it is. At least in these circumstances when you have some news.

“She said she could see me becoming a nurse.” You say without looking at your boyfriend. “How was your day?”

“It was great, like always.” You can hear the smile on his face. “(Y/N), what’s wrong?”

             You try to tell him nothing is wrong but he isn’t easily convinced. Tom knows how most times your news takes a backseat to your friend’s lives. Any time you mention something that’s not a guy related statement you can’t hold their attention for more than five seconds, but sometimes even talking about Tom wouldn’t work. Though when it comes to them, you listen to everything. You’ve grown accustomed to it, mostly. When it comes to something that matters it gets under your skin but you know you have Tom. So you tell him about tonight.

             Taking a seat next to you Tom wraps his arms around your shoulders. Bringing you against his chest you hug him back. Tom has seen you struggle with yourself over the last few months. He kept reminding you that if it is really what you want then you have to do it. You’ve been worried about it being too late to switch, if you are smart enough for the program, and a million other doubts. Tom has a way of calming your fears and helps show you the rational side of things once you find yourself lost in your own head.

Buzz Buzz

             A text from Julie pops up on your phone. Reaching for it Tom stops you and curls your body back towards his. Whatever it is Tom assures you it can wait till morning. Agreeing you allow yourself to feel his warmth as your body starts to doze off.

“Your phone… your phone is ringing… better pick up!”

             Your ringtone for Julie fills the room knocking some sleepiness out of your system. Tom doesn’t stop you this time. He knows she almost never calls so maybe this time it is really important. You stay in his arms and lean back on him between his legs. Tom’s hand soothingly rubs circles against your arms as you accept the call.

“He broke up with me.” Julie sobs.

“What why? Are you okay?” Your voice comes through groggy as you now struggle to stay awake with Tom’s touch luring you back to sleep.

             Listening to her sobs, you try reminding her that she will be okay. However Julie continues to put herself down, saying she is stupid and that she doesn’t know what she is doing with her life, that no one could possibly love her. Internally sighing, you think about how she always does this and you’ve tried telling her that she is going to meet someone who will be forever. She is smart and will succeed in anything she puts her mind to. You hate that she constantly puts herself down.

“They broke up,” you mouth to Tom. He nods and slowly gets up from behind you on the couch. Tom makes his way into the kitchen and you try to remain sitting up to stay awake.

             Growing more tired, you suppress yawn after yawn when you speak into the phone. You can’t remember being this tired ever before now. The game to stay awake can be fun, but you really just miss Tom’s warm arms around you. You know you need to focus. Shaking your head you attempt to clear any cobwebs that remain.

             You don’t understand why they broke up exactly. Even though they didn’t talk much today, they normally do just about every day and all day. Nothing really indicated a red flag for breaking up. Julie’s boyfriend, well ex-boyfriend, does go to college a couple hours away. She can’t go and see him all the time since her work and school is here. You know that was weighing down on them but they were working through it.

             Tom’s hands lightly presses against your back to get your attention. Turning slightly, you see Tom holding a coffee mug out for you. Steam radiates from the hazelnut coffee inside. You smile thinking about how for the last year Tom has been trying to convert you to tea. But your American tendencies make it hard for you to give up coffee completely.

“Julie how about we do an old fashioned girls night?” You suggest. “How is Friday night?”

“Can we do it at your apartment? I don’t want to be at mine.” You look at Tom who is on his phone, probably texting Harrison. “Tom won’t be there right?”

“Umm…” you wait trying to figure out what to say. Tom has some time off before he starts working on his next movie so he is home more. The last thing you want to do is kick him out of your shared apartment.

             Before you have the chance to talk her into staying at her apartment, Tom gives you a thumbs up. Knitting your eyebrows in confusion, Tom tells you that he could hear Julie.

“I’m going to go to London for the weekend, see my mum and Harrison. Let you girls have all the time you need.” Tom bends and places a kiss on your forehead. “But we are going to celebrate when I get back. You finally figured out what you want, and I am so proud of you.”

            You lift your body up enough to lightly press your lips against Tom’s soft ones. Careful not to make too much noise, you cover your phone. Tom’s hand cups your cheek deepening the kiss, only slightly. Somehow you managed to get one of the best men out there, and you have no intention of letting him go.

A/N: I don’t normally write nsfw spidey things but my fingers just wouldn’t stop typing so please do forgive me… not any actual smut, just lots of flirting and implications of sexual favors

               It was strange, but for some reason, you found complete comfort in the simplicity that was Peter Parker. He lived in a small apartment with his Aunt May in Forest Hills, went to Midtown High, and at first glance, seemed like your typical teenage boy. May worked as an ER nurse and Peter kept up on his studies, proving to be a straight A student who succeeded not only in school, but in extracurriculars and academic teams as well. He liked science and math, he was really good at building robots, and he thoroughly enjoyed memorizing equations. When he wasn’t acing his tests, he spent his free time building LEGOs and watching Star Wars in his apartment or walking through town and debating between eating pizza or sub sandwiches. He had a messy bedroom cluttered with dirty laundry, an assortment of different computer parts, and countless science textbooks and academic journals. Three months ago, when you first started dating Peter Parker, this is the boy you thought you knew.

               Your life, however, felt like the complete opposite. Being the daughter of Tony Stark, your day to day was far from simple. You lived in Stark Tower with Tony, cooped up on a floor with everything you could ever want or need, a master bedroom with a flat screen television, personal jacuzzi, walk in closet, arcade- you name it, Tony had it. School proved to be a breeze, and you had your MIT valedictorian of a father to thank for that, leaving you plenty of time for your own sort of extracurriculars. Rather than hang out at school and build lousy robots with Peter Parker, you’d much rather go to the lab and work on some high tech AI coding, super suit dynamics, or machine prototypes with your dad and the other avengers. He often urged you not to get too involved for your own safety, but you found yourself growing close with Bruce and Sam, bonding over your shared love for innovation. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t take after your father.

               However, months passed, and the more time you spent with Peter Parker, the more you caught onto the fact that his life might not have been as normal as you initially thought it was. He kept disappearing randomly, ghosting you on planned dates, or not showing up at school. At first you thought he was just nervous, or maybe he didn’t really like you, but upon further investigation, it was evident. His life was just as crazy as yours. Although you thought it was weird that he never bothered telling you he was Spider-Man, and even weirder he didn’t inform you that he previously knew your dad, you almost liked the fact that you could share your secret world of superhero knowledge with him. You found yourselves relating to each other by joking about Steve’s old fashioned manners or Natasha’s resting bitch face. Although, other times also through confiding secret fears or discussing worst possible outcomes.

               Tonight was one of the latter, you and Peter talking on the phone despite the time reading two in the morning, him trying to ease your anxiety. “It’s just been a couple days and Tony’s still not back yet…” you sighed, shrouded by your blankets, the soft glow of your phone illuminating the dark room. “He’s with Sam and he’s probably going to be just fine, but I’m still scared. And I know, I know. I’m not supposed have knowledge about those affiliated with the mission or his location, but sometimes I just can’t help but worry.”

               “It must be hard,” Peter hummed in sympathy. “I’m sorry you have to go through that. May feels the same way about me.”

               You paused for a moment. “I know it’s a horrible thing to think, and I’m probably just psyching myself out but-” your voice caught, shaking your head, closing your eyes. “Sometimes I wonder what if one day he just doesn’t come back.”

               “Hey,” Peter hushed. “Try not to think about that, okay? He’s Iron Man, y/n, he’s fought alien monsters and literal gods, he should be just fine. Mr. Stark never goes down without a fight, he’ll be back. I’m sure of it.”

               “I just can’t sleep not knowing,” you confessed, feeling sorry for dragging Peter into your own personal troubles. “I don’t know, I’m sorry… I’m probably keeping you up, and you have a calc test tomorrow-”

               “No, no, don’t apologize, you’re okay,” your sweet boyfriend insisted. He paused, listening to your heavy breathing. “Do you want me to come over?”

               “W-what?” you asked, confused.

               “I know it’s late but if it would make you feel better, I can come over,” Peter offered. “I’ll just come to your window and you can let me in that way. I can keep you company, you can talk to me, or we can watch a movie to get your mind off things, I don’t know. Only if you want to.”

               “You’d do that for me?” you wondered, growing soft at his words.

               “I just don’t want you to be sad,” he explained. “And I know it’s hard with your dad being gone and all, and sure Pepper’s there, but I know you’ve never really been that close with her, and I just- I don’t know. I feel like you’re lonely, and I want to help.”

               “Yeah, thank you,” you gave a soft smile. “I mean, if you want to, I wouldn’t fight you on it.”

               “Just be sure to disarm FRIDAY before I come,” he reminded. “I don’t need your dad putting bars on your windows the next time I try to visit you like this.”

               “Oh right!” you suddenly came to the realization. “Smart. I’ll go do that now.”

               “Cool, I’ll see you in a few. Don’t miss me too much,” he teased.

“Hey, be safe! No texting and swinging!” you reminded playfully as you hung up and instantly got to work, shedding your sheets and grabbing your laptop, sliding back into bed and working out some coding.

               Just as Tony had previously set up a baby monitor protocol on Peter’s suit, he had likewise set up parental controls through FRIDAY on all of your tower floor. You learned this when you tried to sneak out to a party Tony specifically forbid you from going to, and when you finally reached the elevator doors, FRIDAY locked you inside and you had to wait for Tony to come and get you. Since then, you’d been smart enough to disarm the system anytime you left your room after curfew or got into any other business Tony would obviously disapprove of. Spider-Man sneaking through your window at two in the morning to give you comfort cuddles? Probably something your father would disapprove of.

               Peter tapped twice and waved, you rolling your eyes and laughing, motioning for him to come in before he slid up the glass of your window and crawled through, brushing off his suit and tugging off his mask, smiling once he clearly saw you sitting in bed, wearing one of his hoodies, grinning back at him.

“Hey Spidey,” you beamed, watching as he walked over towards your bed, kissing you softly. He tasted sweet, like candy, and you melted into the kiss, grabbing the back of his head and staying there for a moment before pulling away. He gave the best kisses.

               “Heard someone needed some cheering up,” he whispered, tossing his mask on your night stand as you made grabby hands begging him to crawl into bed with you. He chuckled, giving in and situating himself underneath your covers awkwardly. You laughed alongside him, tugging him closer, pulling the sheets up over both of you, initially wincing at how cold his suit was when you went to wrap your arms around him.

               “You’re freezing, Peter,” you hissed and he chuckled, rolling his eyes.

               “It was windy outside, alright?” he sighed. “Come warm me up.”

               “Well come closer, doofus,” you chuckled. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him, your head resting against his shoulder, arm draped over his chest, fingers playing with locks of his hair. Your voice grew to a soft whisper. “Thanks for coming, baby.”

               “Anything for you, love,” he insisted, his hand rubbing soft circles on the small of your back. The room grew quiet, his hands trailing up and down your back, your fingers brushing through his messy brown locks, both of you simply enjoying each other’s company. At some point you both fell asleep, soft snores dissipating throughout the room, holding each other.

                In the morning, Peter begrudgingly convinced himself he had to get up and get ready for school, kissing you on the forehead and reassuring he’d see you at lunch later that day. You groaned yourself, realizing you should probably get up and resume FRIDAY’s commands before Pepper or Happy got suspicious as to why she wasn’t giving them any updates on your morning status. You took a shower and threw on some clothes, getting ready for the school day, smiling once you saw Peter waiting for you by your locker, a Starbucks cup in his hand.

               “What’s this?” you couldn’t help but laugh in surprise.

               “Well I know you were sad last night and again, I just wanted to cheer you up,” he shrugged, and you found it adorable that you had been dating for going on four months now and he still got flustered being around you. “I know you like the pink one with the strawberries and the coconuts, but they were out, so I got you a peach lemonade instead, I hope that’s okay-”

               “It’s wonderful, Peter,” you insisted, taking a sip and smiling fondly at your boyfriend. “Thank you. For everything. Really.”

               “Damn Peter, you’re buying y/n Starbucks now?” Ned approached both of you. “You never buy me Starbucks.”

               “I’m not dating you, Ned,” Peter narrowed his eyes, laughing.

               “You don’t have to kiss me to buy me a cold brew,” Ned sighed.

               “Anyways,” you rolled your eyes at the two boys quarreling. “You ready for that calculus exam?”

               “I studied all night,” Ned smiled. “I’ve got this one down. How about you, Parker? I bet you were up late last night studying too, huh?”

               “Up late last night,” you agreed. “I don’t know about studying though.”

               Ned’s eyes went wide and both you and Peter laughed, the bell ringing and all of you walking to your classes. As they day went by, you started to find your mind lingering back to your dad. As much of an asshole as he was sometimes, and as overbearing and overprotective as he could get, you really did love him and care about him. Others would probably call you lame, but you really did see Tony as one of your best friends. He helped you build amazing inventions, supported you in all your academic endeavors, and did his best to look out for you. Whenever he was gone on missions for longer than a week, you always started to get worried as far as whether or not he would come back.

               Peter could sense your anxiety, trying to lighten your mood with jokes or place a hand on your shoulder as a sign of affection. Afterschool he approached you, clutching onto the straps of his backpack, seeming nervous. “I’m sorry you’ve had such a rough day. I was thinking we could take your mind off of things and you could spend the night at my place tonight?” he offered.

               “Really?” your eyes lit up, thinking how you would love more than anything to get out and do something tonight. Nothing was worse than staying at home and wallowing in your feelings.

“Yeah,” he gave a soft smile, thinking about how adorable you looked when you got excited. “Aunt May is working night shift so maybe, if it’s cool with you, we can grab a pizza, play some video games, and then watch a movie?”

               “Of course,” he insisted. “And we can stop somewhere on the way home to grab some snacks too.”

               “I’ll give Pepper a call and ask if I can stay over tonight, I’ll probably just say I’m with Gwen or something,” you grinned. “She’ll say yes, she usually lets me have free rein whenever Tony’s out of town.”

               “Awesome,” Peter beamed.

               Sure enough, you found the two of you hours later on the floor of his bedroom, eyes fixated on a television screen, playing Mario Kart and chowing down on some pepperoni pizza and cherry slushies. It was practically a ritual for you to hang out with Peter on weekends. As long as he didn’t have an academic decathlon the next morning, Aunt May let you stay as late as you wanted on Fridays. Saturdays you spent fooling around in the lab working on suit modifications, recalibrating certain machinery, or working on new projects. Sundays were official lazy days, both of you usually sleeping in and meeting up midday to cuddle on the couch and watch a movie, usually wrapping up with finishing your weekend homework over facetime. However, on the weekends in which Tony or May were out of the house, the two of you liked to have sleepovers. Usually at Peter’s for the sake of having to navigate FRIDAY’s complicated algorithms.

               It wasn’t like anything particularly steamy happened between the two of you. You had been only dating for a handful of months now, and you were both in high school. Sure, you and Peter liked to cuddle a lot, and hold hands, and play with each other’s hair, but that was simply just affection. And of course, you loved kissing each other, especially when nobody else was around to make fun of you or scold you. Sometimes you found yourself getting into make out sessions, pressed up against each other and finding it hard to catch your breath, hearts racing and desperately clinging onto each other.

Occasionally it would heat up a little bit more than that, some grinding and groping and moaning, and a handful of times Peter’s taken his shirt off, but that was about it. You hadn’t even really reached second base with him yet. And you weren’t complaining, you were glad you were taking things slow. But at this point, you were ready. It just felt like it was time. But you knew this was Peter’s first serious relationship, and you didn’t want to put any pressure on him or rush him into things, so you were complacent with playing Mario Kart and eating pizza in the meantime.

               “I am sooo going to kick your ass,” you warned Peter, pressing down hard on your Wii remote and hitting him with a red shell as your character zoomed past him on the race track, and he simply just laughed.

               “Yeah? Wait till I break out Rainbow Road,” he insisted.

               “Are you actually Satan or do you just hate me?” you narrowed your eyes. “There is no way I’m playing that shit, I think I’d rather forfeit.”

               “It’s all about strategy and focus,” he argued, knocking Luigi out from second place, tailing right behind you, eyes glued to the screen.

               “Strategy? You sound like Ned,” you snorted, drifting a curve and heading towards a shortcut. “That racetrack is nothing but a holographic highway of death.”

               “If we had it your way, we would be playing Moo Moo Meadows on an endless loop,” Peter teased and you gasped playfully.

               “What? It has fun music and I like looking at the cows,” you whined and he laughed, passing you at the last minute and scoring first place, making your jaw drop. “What the hell? How?”

               “What can I say? You’re dating a winner, baby,” he grinned and you rolled your eyes, shaking your head and taking another bite of your pizza.

               “I’m dating a jackass,” you joked. “You can’t let me win just once? Come on, be nice.”

               “I used to do that, and you made fun of me for it,” he pointed out. “Remember the first week we started dating?”

               “You literally used to go in reverse until I caught up with you,” you replied flatly. “It was ridiculous, Peter. It’s not like you made it subtle that I happened to suck at the game or anything.”

               “I just didn’t want you to feel bad,” he reassured, and you chuckled, taking a sip of your slurpee and sighing, leaning your head on his shoulder.

               “So another round or are we going to move onto Smash Bros?” you raised an eyebrow.

               “Up to you,” he shrugged, taking a bite of his pizza as well.

               “How about we play another round of Mario Kart,” you suggested. “But whoever wins gets a prize.”

               “Like what?” he crossed his arms over his chest, looking at the mischievous grin on your face, doubtful.

               “I don’t know, a hoodie or something,” you perused innocently and he let out a breathy laugh.

               “You’ve already stolen all of mine, so I’m not sure I’d have another one to give you quite honestly,” he admitted and you smiled, mind wandering elsewhere.

               “What about…” you pouted your lips, trying to think up something good. “What about if I win, I get to do anything I want to you? And if you win, you get to do anything you want to me. All within reasonable boundaries of course.”

               “Woah,” Peter’s eyes widened. “Is this the part when you tell me you actually work for Hydra and you gut me like a fish or something?”

               “Pshh no that’s ridiculous,” you shook your head.

               “What do you mean ‘do whatever you want to me?’ Huh?” he inquired, mischievously raising an eyebrow. “This seems oddly torture-like.”

               “It’s not going to be torturing,” you stared at him, unamused. “I could never hurt you.”

               “Then what could you possibly want to do to me?” he sighed, looking at you, entertained with your shenanigans, taking a sip of his cherry slushie.

               “I dunno,” you shrugged, stirring your straw in your cup a couple times before casually telling him your suggestion. “Suck your dick I guess.”

               He instantly spat out his slurpee, eyes widening, shocked. “E-excuse me, what?”

               “I said if I win, I’d probably suck your dick I guess,” you shrugged again and he blinked at you, entire face flushed red, stuttering and stunned all at the same time. Your lips curled up in a small smile, thinking of how much you loved to see him like this, a literal blushing virgin. He was adorable, really.

               “Well gosh, I uh…” he looked down at the red icee he had spat all over his t-shirt and then up at you, still at a loss for words. “You don’t really have to beat me at Mario Kart to get my permission to do that, you know.”

               “Yeah, but this way makes it a lot more fun, yes?” you smirked and he swallowed awkwardly, absolutely frazzled.

               “S-sure, I guess you’re right there,” he nodded slowly, still staring blankly at the slushie stains. “How do you know I’m not going to just let you win?”

               “Because…” you drew out, looking at him, still smirking. “If you win, then you get to do whatever you want to me.”

               He paused, turning towards you, breath hitching. “Anything?”

               “Well again, no torture or killing or whatever but-” you clarified and he laughed, rolling his eyes.

               “Yeah, of course, but uh…” he got lost staring at you again and you couldn’t help but wonder what he could possibly be thinking of. “Shit, I’m in.”

               “Really?” you bit down on your lower lip, almost too excited for this bet.

               “Definitely,” he nodded, feeling a bit more confident. “Just give me a second.” He slipped off his t-shirt and you watched intently, noting how built and lean he was. There were certain perks to dating Spider-Man, and it was moments when your boyfriend was sitting in front of you shirtless like this that you were ever most grateful for them.

               “Well shit, Parker,” you laughed to yourself and he stared at you, confused.

               “What? My shirt had slushie all over it,” he insisted and you looked at him, narrowing your eyes.

               “Uh huh…”

               “No for real!”

               “Totally not trying to tease me or anything over here.”

               “Oh whatever! Just start the game.”

               “Give me a second,” you insisted, reaching down and deciding to take it one step further, slipping off your own sweatshirt and revealing your bra underneath, looking at him, anticipating his reaction. Seeing him like this, you wanted to take a picture and capture it forever. He looked breathless, staring at you, his eyes dark and fixated, his lips parted, mesmerized. You couldn’t help but smile. “See something you like, Spidey?”

               “Yeah,” his eyes flickered up to yours, still blushing. “You.”

               Grinning, you leaned over to kiss him, then pulled away, picking up your Wii remote and selecting your favorite racetrack. “Good luck,” you winked.

“Good luck yourself,” he laughed. “Seeing as the only time you ever beat me in Mario Kart is when my controller dies, I think you’re the one who’s going to need it.”

“Fine, to hell with luck,” you rolled your eyes as the countdown started. “Maximum effort.”

               Both of you pressed down hard, zooming through the track, eyes fixated on the screen, cursing and screaming and hooting and hollering as you gained power ups and got knocked off the road by each other. By far, the most intense game of Mario Kart you’ve ever played in your life. Each round you seemed to egg each other on more and more, and although you clearly knew how this was going to end, you couldn’t help but at least try your very best. First place trophy spinning on the screen, Peter’s tongue ran over his lower lip, glancing over at you as nervousness flowered in your chest. What did he have in mind?

               “I don’t think either of us saw that coming,” he stated sarcastically and you looked at him incredulously.

               “Alright then Peter Parker,” you hummed lightheartedly, shutting off the television and setting your controller down, sighing as you leaned back and rest your weight upon your backwards palms. “What do you have planned for me?”

               “Well…” he looked at you shyly, almost hesitant, and you began to grow even more curious. “I know you said ‘anything I wanted’ or whatever, but I want to make this enjoyable for you too, and that sure you’re okay with everything I’m doing.”

               “By all means, don’t stop for me,” you insisted, small smile tugging on the edge of your lips. “If you say or do anything I don’t like, I’ll speak up. Don’t worry.” He hummed softly in acknowledgment, nodding as he looked towards the floor, still nervous, then cleared his throat.

               “I think seeing as your intentions were to seduce me, I guess I have no choice but to go along with the theme,” he rolled his eyes playfully, slowly gaining confidence and crawling closer to you, making your heart beat twice as fast. He kissed you on the lips, soft and sweet and slow, and then pulled away, lowering his face so that his mouth was barely brushing up against your ear, his voice lowering to a whisper. The entire mood of the room shifted, into something more serious. “So, I think you should lay on the bed for me.”

               “Whatever you say,” you smiled sweetly, trying to hide your nervousness and doing as told, getting up and making your way to his bed, laying down on your back, watching as he stood at the end, looking you up and down, licking his lips. You could tell something inside of him changed. He didn’t seem so timid anymore, afraid to suggest something or speak up. His shoulders rolled back, his feet planted solid in the ground, his entire stance exuding confidence. It was different, dominant and alluring, and you couldn’t help but be captivated by it. He was entrancing like this, dark eyes gazing over your body, shirtless, hands dipping down into the waistband of his jeans, brows furrowed, pondering what to do with you.

               “Hands up. Against the bedframe,” he ordered, and you looked at him, trying to analyze what he had in mind as you tentatively did as instructed, positioning your arms above you, against the wooden frame. In what seemed like an instant, he suddenly flicked his wrists outward, webs springing from his fingers and you gasped as the sticky substance pinned your hands above you, a mess of webs fixating them to the wooden plank. You eyes widened and then narrowed.

               “Didn’t know Spidey was into bondage,” you bit down on your lower lip, aroused by his dominance and playfulness all the same.

               “Didn’t know you could be so naughty,” he quipped back and you blushed, trying to look away, shy.

               “Nuh uh, none of that,” he argued with a chuckle, crawling on top of you and raising your face to look at him with one of his hands, making your eyes meet. “If I do recall correctly, you were offering to suck me off a moment earlier. Seemed pretty eager too.”

               “Still am if that’s what you fancy, Peter,” you suggested, eyes twinkling with a glint of naughtiness, but he just shook his head, smiling.

               “I think I have other plans for you tonight,” he insisted, kissing you again this time, but rougher, his tongue sliding in between your lips and up against your own, then retreating to have his teeth catch your lower lip, dragging it between them before he pulled away, devilish smirk on his face.

               “Mind filling me in on the agenda?” you asked with a breathy voice, fluttering your eyelids and parting your lips, bucking your hips up to meet his.

               “It involves your pants off, and my head between your legs, and you moaning my name,” his eyes flickered up to meet yours. “And then me fucking you into this bed until those moans turn into screams.”

               “Holy fuck,” you whispered, eyes glazed over, staring at him, practically speechless.

               “Sound good to you, sweetheart?” he hummed, fingers tracing over your stomach, playing with the hem of your waistband.

               “Shit…” you laughed to yourself quietly, eyes still fixated on him, feeling unbelievably flustered. “I think I ought to up the ante on Mario Kart wins a whole lot more from now on.”

*not my gif*

word count: 872

TW: weight insecurity

MASTERLIST

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“How can he look at me and tell me I’m beautiful?” you asked yourself in the mirror. Your fingers shakily lifted up to your face, trailing the tips of your fingers across your flawed skin. In your mind, you made a list of every single imperfection. Blemished skin. Your crooked discolored teeth. The bundle of skin underneath your chin that always makes you lift your phone slightly higher than usual in photographs. When he looked at you, it was almost as if he was staring at the most beautiful painting in a gallery. It made no sense to you because what was in the mirror was nothing short of disgusting.

“You’re doing it again, aren’t you?” Peter asked from the doorway of the bathroom. Your hands dropped from your face, ashamed that he caught you berating yourself once more.

“Sorry,” you whispered, looking away from the creature in the mirror.

He sighed, knowing that you couldn’t help it. He did it too. It was only natural.

“I thought you were still asleep,” you admitted, reaching for your makeup to attempt to hide your blemishes. Before you could reach them, his arms wrapped around your waist and tugged you backwards into him. He hated it when you did this to yourself.

“I was cold,” he mumbled into your shoulder, “Will you come back to bed with me?”

“I was going to-”

“I know. You can do it later.”

You didn’t have the strength to tell him no. So when he grabbed onto your hand and pulled you away from the mirror, you retreated with him. He took you to the bed, sitting down on the edge and placing you onto his lap. It always made you self-conscious to sit on his lap, no matter how many times he told you that you fit perfectly against his body.

“Hey,” he whispered to you, taking your attention away from your insecurities with just the sound of his gentle tone. You felt his soft hand reach up and caress your cheek, directing your eyes to look into his, “You know I love you, right?”

“I know,” you smiled sadly, nuzzling your cheek into his warm palm, “I love you.”

“I love every last thing about you,” he said in a sterner tone, “I love the dimples in your thighs, the way the corner of your eyes crinkle when you smile, the sound of your laugh… those cute little snores that leave your lips when you’re asleep.”

“I snore?” you asked in semi-horror.

Peter laughed, “Just when you’re sick.”

“So that’s how you can tell,” you noted with a tiny laugh. Whenever you got sick, you would keep it to yourself. You didn’t want to worry Peter, he had enough on his plate without having to worry about you. However, he always knew and you never knew how. You’d wake up to see little gift bags by the bed with all your favorite snacks and drinks. On particularly bad days he would surprise you with brand new stuffed animals, he knew they were your favorite.

“Now you know my secret,” he chuckled as he pressed a sweet kiss to your temple. Your eyes close softly as he stays with his lips against your skin for just a secondmore, bringing bright blue butterflies to life inside your stomach. As Peter pulled away, he guided your chin between his thumb and index finger to face him, “It breaks my heart that you forget how much I love you sometimes.”

His thumb gently brushed against your bottom lip, a soft smile gracing his lips. You were speechless under his gaze. You were sure that the midnight sky would cry at how much it dulled in comparison to the speckles of light in Peter’s eyes as he looked at you.

“I know you love me,” you whispered, tears beginning to glisten in your eyes, “I just don’t understand how or why you do.”

Peter let out a heartbroken sigh, his lip quivering slightly at your confession. It tears him apart to hear the way you talk about yourself. In his eyes, the two of you were made for each other. He knew from the moment that he met you. He knew that there was no one else that could fit so perfectly beside him. It was you. It was always going to be you. “Because you are everything I’ve ever wanted and more. You’re my person,” Peter said with so much passion in his voice that every ounce of doubt you had shattered in the air. The tears broke from their cages, racing down your flushed cheeks. Peter’s hands moved to cup your face, wiping the flowing tears with his thumbs.

“You’re so cheesy,” you said, crying to calm yourself from the tears. He chuckled, just nodded to show that he agreed. You begrudgingly removed yourself from his hands, wiping your face free of tears, “I’m sorry I act like this.”

“You don’t have to be sorry,” Peter said with a joking eye roll as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you back into him, “Can we kiss now?”

You laughed at his childishness before pressing a kiss to his lips, “I love you.”

“I love you.”