#the amazing spider-man
Who Are You, Really? || Prologue
Pairing: (any) Peter Parker x Reader
WARNINGS:Blood, violence, implied death
Words: 1,333
THE PAIN IN CRIME’S BEHIND
“Following a high-speed chase through lower Manhattan, five of the suspects were finally apprehended by none other than the masked hero, Spiderman. Law enforcement has taken the five into custody where they have been charged with robbery, assault with a deadly weapon, and attempted manslaughter with more charges still pending. The Chief of Police would like to remind the public that at least four other suspects are still on the run. If you have any information on the individuals seen in the provided surveillance videos, you are urged to call the following number-”
The horrid static of the old TV only ceases once it’s shut off midway through the reporter’s sentence, yet the man remains frozen in place with a same shameful bow of his head. His eyes are glued to the ground, his hands rubbing nervously against his pant leg as if trying to wipe off a stubborn stain of dirt. He isn’t brave enough to so much as glance at the woman who stands before him with crossed arms and a glare colder than liquid hydrogen.
She doesn’t say anything for a good minute or two since turning off the report which acts as an impressive intimidation method, one that dares the man to break the silence first in order to further fuel her anger. Even when he doesn’t make that mistake, she still moves on with business with a fuming shout.
“Do you realize how much shit you’ve put the organization in!” It isn’t meant as a question despite her used format,“ a police chase through Manhattan? You were supposed to be on a stealth mission! Get the money and disappear before anyone notices! You didn’t even try to be inconspicuous!”
“We tried to be subtle, ma'am, but then Spiderman showed up and one thing led to another. The alarms got tripped, Robbie and the others got webbed up, we…we went one way and the others got captured by Spiderman…there…there was nothing we could do,” the man’s voice grows quieter with each spoken word, his nerves slowly being ingested by the rageful look he receives. He should’ve known from the moment he opened his mouth that no excuse could be good enough to soften his current situation.
“Maybe I’m not an expert in the matter, but if it only takes one itsy bitsy spider to crush you, then I’d say you aren’t exactly cut out for this line of work, wouldn’t you agree?” The woman hisses, the man opening his mouth to further argue for his case, but he isn’t granted the pleasure,“ the boss is furious, I’ll have you know. This is the third job this month that you’ve messed up all because of that Spider.”
“I-I understand, ma'am, but I promise you, this was our last mistake! We will succeed for sure next time; I swear it on my life!” The man feels a small sense of relief when the woman turns on her heel away from him, but it’s short lived.
“Unfortunately, there won’t be a next time, Yousaf,” she says it causally while digging through her purse on the table, finally plucking out the phone she searched for. Her voice is now much calmer compared to what it had been just a few seconds prior,“…you see, Spiderman has become quite the nuisance as of lately and our boss is tired of having his toes stepped on, so he’s decided to take a new approach to the issue; a more appropriate measure for our desperate times.”
Yousaf shallows the lump in his throat, feeling that he might choke,“ has he…?”
A chill runs down his spine when a quiet ‘thud’ hits his ears from behind. Unlike the woman who continues to stare down at her device in a bored manner, Yousaf spins around to the sound’s source, his heart nearly stopping his chest.
Despite the dark goggles and mask that cover their face, it takes him no time at all to recognize the person who promptly stands from where they had landed on the ground mere feet behind him, unpretentiously sauntering over to join the two.
“Yousaf, I believe you’ve met (L/n), right? Well, I say 'met’, but I’m sure the two of you have never actually spoken to each other. 'Seen’ would be a more fitting word, wouldn’t it?” At last, the woman glances up from her phone, the corner of her lip tugging upwards into a cruel smirk,“ the boss has decided it’s best to finally utilize our little (L/n) out in the open field since, as I’m sure you’re aware, she has a perfect record comparable to an entire gang. With that said, there really won’t be much point in wasting time and patience in keeping you employed with us anymore.”
“H…Huh?” It’s all he can say through his shocked state.
“Of course, despite your own incompetence, some of your employees show great promise in which the boss plans to put to good use under (L/n)’s command. I’m sure you’ll agree that it’s an excellent choice, really.”
“But what about me?!” The shock finally wares off, replacing itself with vexation,“ what am I going to do!? I have a family to provide for! I need this job!”
“That’s none of our concern anymore,” the woman shrugs while turning back to her purse to put her phone away, but Yousaf isn’t having it. Throwing his common sense out the window, he lets his fury take over instead, a complete contrast to the submissive behavior he usually shows towards his higher ups.
“BULLSHIT-!” He takes one step forward, reaching his hand out to grab the woman’s shoulder, but within a blink of an eye, an agonizing pain is sent through his arm, ripping a scream from his lungs.
Throwing himself back in terror, he only manages to trip over his own feet, but the pain of the cement ground proves far less harrowing than that surrounding his wrist. Lacking the ability to think clearly, he makes the mistake of glancing down at his hand, or at least, where his hand should’ve been attached.
Another scream rattles through the room yet the woman only spares a tired glimpse over her shoulder, humming at gory sight that greets her eyes,“ my, you’re just a walking disaster anymore, aren’t you Yousaf? I’d figure you to have at least a decent amount of intelligent, but I guess this is an even better choice for the company that I originally thought…
"I trust you’ll be fine cleaning everything up on your own. I have a meeting across town and would hate to get blood on my skirt,” after receiving a wordless nod from you, she swings her purse over her shoulder before going to take her leave, however, as she walks past him, Yousaf reaches out shakily with his remaining hand, grabbing hold of her leg.
“…P-Please…I-I d-don’t wanna die-die here!”
“An orders and order, Yousaf, but don’t worry. I heard (L/n) is very quick with her work,” the woman effortlessly lifts her leg from his grip, shaking her head in disappointment at the sight of the bloody handprint that now stains her stockings.
Her heels create a sharp clicking pattern against the ground which does nothing to echo out the cut off scream left in her wake; not that she pays it any mind anyways. Instead, she taps away at her phone while waiting patiently right outside the warehouse despite the driver of a black Mercedes-Bez holding the vehicle’s door open for her mere feet away.
“Don’t worry yourself with the body. He wants it to be a message to anyone else who’s thinking of slipping up,” she explains dully once feeling your presences,” I’ll assume you already understand your next target. The boss has given you the freedom to take down Spiderman in any method you see fit. No one cares how messy it gets, just get it done.“
She barely spares you a glance as you coolly clean the blood off your sword with an already stained towel, your goggles glowing in the shine of the streetlights,” of course, ma'am.“
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Peter Parker/Spiderman
- Who Are You, Really?
- New Year’s Eve with Peter (Andrew Garfield)
- The Hidden Threat
- Peter, We Have A Problem
Bucky Barnes/ White Wolf
- We’ll Meet Again…I Know When
- Project X {coming soon}
Peter, We Have A Problem ||
Pairing: (Any) Peter Parker x Reader
Words:4,000
Overview:Aunt May and your parents visit for dinner, but instead of having a peaceful night with family like you had ordinally hoped for, your husband and yourself are stressed with the task of hiding an unexpected problem from your relatives, one that could expose Spiderman’s true identity if you aren’t careful enough.
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Note:This can be seen as a continuation of ’The Hidden Threat’
Even from your spot in the kitchen, you can hear the living room TV echoing. Every couple of minutes, you’ll take a short break from your work to peek around the corner, smiling contently at the sight that always greets you. For the last hour since he returned home, Peter has been sitting on the floor with his back leaned against the couch, his arms wrapped around your son who is placed on top his lap. Both Parker boys carry the same hypnotized looks on their faces, their mouths slightly agape with their eyes glued on whatever episode of Sesame Street is currently playing on the TV, although, you doubt the youngest understands most of it. He’s likely just happy to be with his daddy.
While Peter keeps an eye on the baby, you’ve gotten to work on making dinner. About a week ago, you had made plans with both your parents and Aunt May to have dinner together. While they claimed that a family visit has been long overdue, it’s clear they’re mainly wanting to spend more time with the baby, not that you could ever blame them for being entranced by such an adorably cubby face.
Little Benjamin Reilly Parker was born on June 14th with a small fluff of brown hair upon his head and a healthy weight of 7.6 pounds. Needless to say, after months of constant illness, mood swings, and relentless kicking from the baby, you were very eager to finally meet the little monster as was your husband.
Benjamin is only six and half months old, yet he already has his daddy wrapped around his finger, Peter happily taking on the role of a doting father regardless of what it entails. If Ben’s hungry, he’ll volunteer to cradle him with a bottle no matter the hour. If Ben wants to play, you can expect to find your husband sprawled across the carpet with the baby lying next to him in his activity gym. If Ben is being extra fussy with you during the night, you bet Spiderman is going to kick someone’s ass much faster so that he can sooner get home to his son.
Speaking of Spiderman, Ben doesn’t seem to notice a difference between the hero and daddy. The second Peter crawls through the window, Ben is already reaching out to him with a smile and endless babbling, knowing all too well who’s under the mask. About a month ago there had even been a few pictures on the Daily Bugle of Spiderman stopping to say ‘hello’ to young mother and her baby. Of course, you played dumb when your parents called to inquire about the incident, agreeing with them that Spider must not be able to resist such a cute baby while also secretly elbowing Peter who had laid his head against your shoulder with a smirk as he listened in.
If there’s one good thing about Ben’s young age, it’s his inability to talk so far. You’ve brought the worry up to Peter a few times, quizzing him on what he’ll do if lil’ Ben ever starts referring to Spiderman as dad in front of people. Peter often chooses to brush the question off, insisting that Ben’s young enough for the two of you to convince people he just thinks of his dad as a superhero, although, you’re personally not convinced with that plan. Eventually, your son will have to be taught to keep his father’s secret just that, but for now, it isn’t too big of a concern, after all, Ben has yet to even say his first word. It’s not like he’ll suddenly say 'hey, Spiderman’s my dad’ the next time you take him to the store.
Peter’s arms snake around your waist as you stir the pasta noodles, his face nuzzling into the crook of your neck which draws a smile from you,“ May just texted a few minutes ago. They’re almost here.”
He just nods, smiling against the exposed skin of your neck.
“You know, she offered to bring a meatloaf, too.”
Even without seeing it, you know he’s making a face by the sound he makes alone, hiding himself further away in your hair,“ thank goodness you’re cooking. Don’t ever tell her, but your cooking is way better than hers.”
“Now Peter, I can’t lie to Aunt May. I promised to tell her everything,” you giggle when glancing back at him, his bottom lip pushed out in a pout as he whines your name,“ I’m joking. You know your secrets are always safe with me, my dear.”
Peter hums in satisfaction, pressing a couple of quick kisses starting at the crook of your neck to your cheek before pulling himself away to grab the glass of water he originally came into the kitchen for. Meanwhile, you turn off the stove and go to grab some cream cheese from the fridge, subconsciously glancing towards the living room where you should’ve seen Ben sitting in either his bouncer or laying in his activity gym in front of the TV, but he’s in neither spot,” did you put Ben in the crib?“
Peter pulls the water glass away from his lips, raising an eyebrow at your strange question,” no? I laid him down on his blanket so that he could play with his toys.”
It only takes you two steps to enter the living room. Seeing that your apartment isn’t huge, neither are any of the rooms, therefore, you have a full view of the floor just from where you stand. At first, you expect to discover Ben either rolling or crawling around the carpet as such as been a habit of his ever since he first learned to rock his body about a month ago, but instead, you didn’t see your child anywhere, making your heart drop into your stomach.
“Peter, he’s not here.”
“What do you mean ‘he’s not here’?” You husband doesn’t sound concerned, the meaning behind your words not processing in his mind.
You walk around the room distraughtly, looking on the other side of the coffee table and the two small couches,“ I mean he’s not here. I don’t see him!”
It only takes seconds for Peter join you in the living room, panic sketched across his face when he realizes you aren’t just pulling his leg. The baby really is nowhere in sight causing both of you to franticly search for him, your minds racing as would any parent’s if in your situation.
“I only left him for a minute at best! How could he have crawled away that fast? Babies aren’t that fast, right?” Peter runs down the hallway, his eyes scanning the floor in search of his son. He even looks around the bedroom and bathroom despite both doors having been shut just on the off chance that Ben somehow got inside.
“I don’t see him, Peter! How-How could he have just disappeared like this? How did we lose our baby?!” You get onto the ground yourself, checking under the couches and tables then dashing into the kitchen in hopes that lil’ Ben had tried crawling in there after his father. No luck.
“Maybe we’re just missing him?”
“How do you miss a baby, Peter!? It’s a baby!” Your hands are on your head, your fingers digging into your hair as you face your husband, your thoughts racing over how terrible of a mother you must be to lose your six-month-old baby.
“I don’t know-!” Peter doesn’t finish his sentence, instead jumping back when a small drop of water hits his forehead. Even you notice, both of you looking up ever so slowly from each other to where the droplet had fallen from. The sight makes your eyes widen and hearts race even more than they have been if that’s even possible.
“…Peter?”
“…Yes, dear?”
“W-What the fuck?!”
Both of your eyes are locked on the ceiling, or better put, on your son;your six-and-a-half-month-old son who is hanging upside down directly above your husband with his signature two-tooth grin and a line of drool dripping from his puffy lips. All either of you could do is stare for what felt like an eternity, that was, until you break the silence with a cry.
“Peter, get him down!”
Your husband snaps out of his trance, leaping up and easily grabbing hold of your son, although, he has a bit of difficultly with the 'getting him down’ part. Moving his knees to the ceiling, Peter gently tugs on Ben, yet the baby’s hands and knees remain glued to their spot,“ he won’t let go.”
“What do you he won’t let go? Just pull him off.”
“I don’t want to hurt him.”
You think for a second before standing on the coffee table, but even on your toes, you can’t exactly reach him, your fingertips only barely brushing against Ben’s back. He babbles, reaching one hand out to you with a grabby motion,“ don’t let him fall, Peter.”
“I won’t.”
“Come on, Ben. Let go and come to mama. You want mama, right?” At last, Ben removes his other hand, reaching it out to you with his knees becoming unstuck soon after. Peter’s hand on his back prevents him from falling, allowing him to slowly lower Ben into your safe arms where you’ve never held onto him so tightly before.
Peter falls to your side, the two of you searching Ben for any injuries before looking into each other’s flabbergasted eyes. You open your mouth, although, you aren’t sure what you’ll even say. You don’t get the chance anyways. A ring echoes through the apartment as well as a soft knocking at the front door which makes both of your mouths fall open.
“…Shit. SHIT!”
“Language-uh, the baby!” Peter fusses even though he’s saying the same word inside his head. The realization hits you both like a train. You know Ben takes after Peter in both looks and personality, but powers to? You have a baby who sticks to walls and you’re only just figuring this out the second your family arrives?!
“What do we do? How do we explain Ben sticking to stuff?”
“We don’t. Here, I’ll get the door and watch over Ben while you finish dinner,” you go to hand Ben over to Peter, but when you hold him out, his hands remain stuck to your shirt. You whine Peter’s name, remaining frozen as he tries to shake Ben’s grip from you to no avail.
“Okay, new plan. I’ll get the door, you finish dinner. Don’t. Ruin. It,” there’s no time for arguing or new plans, another ring sounding off from the front door. Putting on your best 'I didn’t just find my baby on the ceiling’ smile, you hurry to the door with Ben while Peter dives into the kitchen.
“Hi,” you sing when seeing May and your parents together, stepping aside to let them in while praying they won’t notice your alarmed state,“ it’s good to see you all again. Please come in.”
“It’s always great to see you, too, (Y/n), as well as this little cutie, of course,” May waves at Ben with a bright smile which grows when he giggles at her, trying to hide his face against your shirt. Meanwhile, you give both of your parents the best side hug you can while also holding Ben’s unwavering grip as far away from touching any of them as possible.
“Oh, he’s gotten so much bigger since the last time we visited. You’re making your grandma feel old, little bug,” your mother coos at her grandson, reaching her arms out to take him from you only to be confused when you suddenly turn your body away sharply.
You’re quick to redirect the conversation before she can be offended,“ Peter’s in the kitchen finishing dinner so we can all sit in the living room until it’s done. Please excuse the mess, we didn’t have much time to clean up Ben’s toys.”
“No one’s going to blame you. Having kids is a messy business,” your father jokes, the three of them heading into the living room with you in their trail. With their backs turned, they are completely unaware of your internal dread as you fruitlessly attempt to pry Ben from your shirt once again. Peter has told you about how much he stuck to everything when he first got his powers, but this is ridiculous not to mention poorly timed!
Once everyone’s seated, you give an quick excuse while dodging your way into the kitchen where you find your husband rushing to get the sauce made with his limited cooking skills.
“Ben, come to dada,” he calls, providing you a small bit of relief when Ben listens and reaches for him, although, his leg remains stuck to your shirt. The two of you gently fight with him for a moment, trying to weaken his grip without too much force when a voice comes up behind you.
“I baked a pie for dessert; it’s Peter’s favorite. Should I just set it here?” By the time May looks up from her pie tin, Peter’s arms are around your waist, pulling you to him with Ben sandwiched between you both, not that the little guy minds, in fact, he seems to loving the extra attention he’s receiving.
“Yep, that’s fine,” Peter gives a rushed nod, swiveling the two of you so that he can lean over to kiss May’s cheek as she sets the pie on the corner next to him,“ it’s good to see you, May.”
“And you, too, Peter. I see your doing an excellent job raising your little one. He looks just like you did when you were his age. Oh, I’m sure he’s just the handful, too,” luckily, May’s oblivious to your strange behavior as well as the praying Peter is doing in his head as he watches her run a hand through Ben’s fluffy hair, both of you begging it not to stick. For the first time that night, fate is on your side with May successfully removing her hand from Ben.
The three of you share a short conversation, Peter never faltering his grip on you. Despite May’s various offers of help, he finally manages to convince her to wait in the living room while the two of you worry over dinner. With a relieved sigh once she exits, Peter turns to you only to be horrified by the look on your face as Ben tugs on a rather thick handful of your hair, the expression you’re giving your husband already saying it all.
You can hear May and your parents talking lively in the living room, unaware to the snipping of scissors as Peter cuts your hair from Ben’s grip. Although he tries to cut the least amount of hair as possible, you know by his grimace afterwards that it’s noticeable. He switches the scissors for Ben, taking him into the living room while you disappear into the bathroom to get a hair tie, putting your hair into a messy ponytail to hide the evidence.
From there on, it feels like you’re looking into the room every few seconds as you do the finishing touches to dinner. You know Peter’s just as worried by the various glances he sends towards the kitchen whenever no one’s looking at him. He makes every excuse in the book as to why no one can hold Ben while keeping him directly on his lap and far away from any other objects.
It’s as if you can read each other’s minds, knowing exactly what is at risk if anyone sees your baby’s tight grip. While they may not link it back to Spiderman directly, you’d eventually have to admit it just to keep them from ushering you to the doctors for your child’s strange 'disease’. Believe it or not, but neither of you really want to have that long conversation explaining to everyone that Peter’s not only Spiderman, but that his warped DNA has unexpectedly managed to passed down to the next generation.
Even when dinner’s ready, Peter doesn’t move Ben far from himself. You make your husband a plate, pressing a kiss against his cheek and ignoring Ben’s grabby hands as you pass by. As much as it kills you inside to hear Ben’s cries for attention, you let Peter convince him to sit with dada on the chair you had pulled up for them while mama sits with Auntie May on one couch, your parents together on the other.
“He sure loves his daddy, doesn’t he?” Your mother comments. Fortunately, you’re half away through dinner and no one’s noticed anything off yet.
“Yeah, his dada’s little boy. Aren’t you, Lil’ Ben?” Peter hums with a genuine smile while squeezing Ben’s cubby hand. Afterwards, Peter’s easily able to pull his own hand away from his son’s adhesive skin. ‘Must be nice’, you think.
“You’re gonna have to drop him off with us sometime, you know. He needs to learn he can get spoiled at grandma and grandpas,” your dad chuckles, leaning back in his chair with his empty plate balanced on his knee.
“It looks to me he’s already pretty spoiled here,” May jokes with a look of fondness while watching her nephew share his meal with his son one silly face and small fork full at a time. Ben’s admiration is clear by the way he stares up at his daddy with glittering eyes and a spaghetti-stained face, a look Peter shares (minus the stained face since May thankfully taught him long ago not to be messy when he eats).
“…Dada’s boy for sure,” you can’t help but smile yourself with one look towards your husband and son. Yeah, Ben’s powers are going to be a pain to deal with and it’ll scare the life out of you if he ever decides he wants to fight crime like daddy, but nothing could ever make you love your son any less. For the time being, you’ll just have to find a way to control his powers. Sure, your family is going to be disappointed when you don’t let them hold Lil’ Ben tonight, but it isn’t as if he’s going anywhere. Once your husband and you figure everything out, you’ll be able to invite them over for a much better dinner-
“-D..da..dada,” your eyes go wide as do everyone else’s when hearing the tiny yet clear voice, all eyes turning to the source, however, when you do, you’re surprised to notice that Ben isn’t looking at Peter. Instead, his head is facing forward with his cubby hand reaching towards the muted TV screen or, more specifically, towards the picture of Spiderman that’s showing on the news.
It takes every ounce of will power for Peter not to immediately burst with joy, agreeing with Ben in front of everyone and encouraging him that it is, in fact, dada on screen. Instead, he must suffer with that bubble of happiness in silence the same way you do as your eyes dart between your husband’s face to your baby’s.
“I guess Spiderman sure made quite the impression on the little bug,” your mother reckons in awe.
“Was that his first word?” May asks in surprise and you nod wordlessly, Peter being too busy holding a hand over his mouth in a poor attempt at blocking his giddy laughter. He has to force himself not to shake you while gushing about over Ben saying ‘dada’.
“Damn, not even to his own dad?” Your mother elbows your father for his remark, hissing at him to be quiet.
“We shouldn’t be too upset, I guess. Spiderman’s a great guy, after all; someone good Ben can look up to, right Peter?” You smirk, placing a hand over his free one while his other is still preoccupied hiding the massive grin over his face that would look far too strange on the face of a father who supposably just heard his son call someone else 'dada’. You can’t blame him, though. Even you can’t suppress the grin as you look you down at Ben,“ dada’s right here, honey. Can you say it again? Dada?”
“Dada?” Peter finally speaks, tickling Ben’s arm to gain his attention,“ dada. Da-da.”
“Da…dada,” Ben watches Peter’s mouth, following the movements and sounds he heard. He smiles at the bright look his daddy gives him, repeating the word once more with both hands outstretched in attempts to grabbing his face,“ dada!”
“That’s right, Ben! Dada!” Peter lifts him up, holding him in a standing position so that Ben could actually put his hands against his cheeks,“ dada…and that’s mama. Can you say mama? Ma-ma. Ma-ma.”
Ben looks to you, staring for a moment while babbling the sounds he’s hearing before finally getting it right after quite a bit of practice,“ mama.”
“Yes, I’m mama,” laughing cheerfully, you run a hand through his fluffy hair, not even considering the possibly that it could’ve gotten stuck. You’re too happy to worry over that.
Ben giggles, looking back to Peter and reaching across his face. Even with his sticky hands, Peter doesn’t mind, pressing his forehead to his son’s as they both laugh. Your mother and May gush about how cute they both are while your father sits back with a smile of his own. The joy everyone feels over witnessing Ben’s first words is enough to distract your guests from your strange behavior throughout the night, eventually excusing your habits of not letting them hold the baby as the two of you must just be soaking up the moment with your son.
By the end of just three hours, your parents and May depart from the apartment but not without making you promise to bring Ben to visit them soon. Once everyone is out the door, you shut it with a tired sigh that turns to a gentle smile when you hear Ben’s babbling behind you.
“Ma-Mama,” turning around, you’re greeted by your smiling husband and baby, the later reaching out to you with grabby hands.
“That was fun,” Peter comments, brushing your hair back to press a kiss to your forehead as you take Ben from him, fully aware it’ll be a fight to pry him away from yourself later. Looking from your child to your husband, you already expected the giant grin plastered on his lips,” Ben said his first words. He called me 'dada’!“
"Technically he called Spiderman 'dada’ meaning you’ve got some competition for the role, Mr. Parker,” you tap Ben’s noise, smirking when Peter rolls his eyes, his arms wrapping around your waist to bring you closer to him, but your smirk soon turns into a frown, a sigh escaping your lips again,“…what are we going do now? They may not have seen anything tonight but May wants us to visit next week and if any of them ever notice Ben sticking to stuff, they’ll eventually realize why he called Spiderman 'dada.”
“I know…May would be heartbroken if she found out you had an affair with Spiderman, but I guess no one can really blame you. Word on the street is he’s pretty hot not to mention excellent in bed. How is a normal guy like me to compete?” Peter jokes, causing you to whine his name in halfhearted annoyance. He chuckles, moving to kiss your lips, although, he only gets a small peck before you move away with a pout.
“Peter, I’m being serious. I don’t care so much about our family knowing, but if the wrong person finds out, what will happen?”
Now it’s Peter’s turn to sigh, his forehead resting against yours,“ then we make sure no one does…I’ve been through all of this before, I know what to expect. I’ll teach Ben how to control his powers and, as he gets older, we’ll make sure he understands that Spiderman and his dad need to be separate people.”
When you lift your head, your lips slightly brush against his,“ and if he decides to fight crime while wearing bright spandexes?”
“I’ll give him 'the talk’,” he simpers, his hot breath blowing against your lips before he finally rids of the gap with the deep kiss he’s been waiting for all night.
“…Peter?” You break away, but the distance only lasts a second before Peter’s lips are back on yours.
“Yes, dear?”
“Ben has my ponytail.”
“…Shit.”
Who Are You, Really? || Masterlist
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
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STATUS: Ongoing
OVERVIEW: As a descent of an infamous assassin family, it’s only natural that you’ve never failed to accomplish your goals. Armed with years of flawless experience forged from the hardships of your life, you’ve ultimately become both respected and feared by most of New York. With unmatched skills paired with undying loyalty, you’ve never once hesitated to eliminate anyone who’s made the terrible choice of standing in either you or your boss’s way…so why did you spare Spiderman?
NOTE:This story attempts to use neutral details and original storylines in order to fit any version of Spiderman so that you, the reader, may choose the variant that you wish to fill the role whether it be Andrew Garfield, Tom Holland, Tobey Maguire, or someone else if you really want.
WARNINGS:This story will eventually contain mature content including swearing, violence, gore, and themes of mental illness. Reader discretion is advised.
nothing on you.
pairings.tasm!peter parker x fem!reader
about.in which you find your lab partner in a strange place you’d never expect to find him in.
warnings.corny‼️
ricky rocks. short story 4 my best man because i didn’t want to think too hard into this
“you look like someone who could use some company.”
oh god, you sounded like a weirdo. or a hooker.
but despite that, he still looked and smiled at you, “look at you.” he almost grinned harder once he got a good look at you, taking notice that you weren’t exactly wearing the sweatshirt and sweatpants he always saw you in—but rather a very revealing top and a mini skirt. “didn’t take my lab partner for someone who liked to party.”
“i might say the same thing about you, parker,” you smiled back, taking a seat next to him on the ratty old frat couch he sat on. “when i thought of you getting your rocks off, i thought you’d be in an actual room with rocks.”
“wow, i’m offended,” he squinted at you putting a hand against his chest as if to cover his wounded heart, but he stilled smiled. “i would have hoped you thought higher of me, y/l/n.”
“i don’t intend on offending you, peter,” you smiled with amusement, “i just would have thought you were better than this.” you motioned and referenced to the frat house that you both currently sat in with all the buff dudes bumping their heads as they watched another identical guy chug a beer.
it made him scoff and his head slightly tipped, “but it’s normal for you to stoop this low?”
you shrugged, “we all have our moments of weakness… me more than anyone.”
“oh, so you’re saying this is a weekly occurrence for you?” he quirked an eyebrow, really wanting to know the answer.
and you almost didn’t want to answer, cringing as your head slightly fell sideways in shame, “maybe.”
“oh, on,” he shook his head, “cheap beer? men who don’t know basic hygiene and are probably failing their math 1 class? that’s your type, isn’t it? that’s why you come here, to get some play from boys with pedophile staches and low iqs?”
you laughed maybe a little too loudly, quickly slapping your hand over your mouth as you stared at peter who’s brow arched higher, but still he smiled, loving every moment of your presences.
“i don’t stoop that low.”
“oh, good. we still have time to save you,” he sat up now, clasping your elbow and scooting closer to you, “i almost thought i’d have no chance with you.”
“really?” your cheeks burned and you almost felt shameful for leaning closer to him as his voice was now a whisper and comforting and warm and ready to swallow you whole.
“yeah,” he nodded his head, “compared to those big burley guys who live off pre-workout, i’m nothing.”
you giggled again, feeling woozy and even more drunk with his amusement that was just feeding you to the brim with bliss. it felt out of body, it didn’t feel real, but it was and you felt like a fool falling so fast for someone you barely knew.
“they got nothing on you, peter parker.”
**
you were completely lost with time, but all you knew was he was a really good kisser and that’s all that mattered right then and there as the two of you stumbled into your dorm room where you were soon consumed in pitch black. neither of you could find care for it as you still clung to him feverishly, kissing him with all you could as if on a timer.
you couldn’t help but laugh once his mouth pulled from yours and started pressing kissed against your neck while the two of you still absent mindedly attempted to find your bed. you tried your best to guide but failed—causing the both of you to trip over your own feet and fall to the ground.
you giggled through the pain as you were now squished beneath peter’s body. he groaned, laughing a little himself but he still winced, pushing himself off and to the side of you, “well, we tried.”
“we did.” you smiled, not finding the attempt a complete failure due to now being a lot more familiar with your lab partner.
“i’d say i was hoping things would go a lot more smoother but…” he traveled off, now looking to the side of your face, “i’m not completely disappointed.”
“nor am i,” you looked back,
“next week then?”
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Amazing Fantasy #1000 Will Bring Together Legends For Spidey’s 60th
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christmas eve eve (andrewgarfield!peterparker x reader, tasm!peterparker x reader)
summary: reader & peter go to a friends christmas party
warnings: fluff, mentions of alcohol, fluff!!!!
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you were sitting at your vanity finishing up your makeup and pretending to not see peter’s mopey reflection behind you. he was leaning against the doorframe, watching you with a look that mixed adoration with pleading.
you knew that puppy dog face all too well.
“you look pretty” peter said softly, making you look up at his reflection.
“thank you, pete” you said, blushing as if he doesn’t tell you this everyday.
you finished your makeup and turned to him fully. he pushed off the door frame, approaching you silently. he towered over your sitting body, grabbing your jaw lightly to make you look up at him.
“hi gorgeous” he smiled dopily at you, your favorite smile of his.
as he leaned down to kiss you, you whispered quickly, “ah, lipstick peter!”
he smashed his lips against yours even quicker, your noses knocking against each other’s.
he hummed against your mouth, that being the only sound in the room other than your lips against one another’s.
he pulled away and smiled down at you, caressing your cheek. you tried not to laugh at the red lipstick now all over his lips and mouth.
“my pretty baby” he hummed, pulling you up to stand with him. you obliged, doing anything he wanted.
he held you a short distance away from him, just enough so he could get a good look at you. you were still a bit too close, he went a little cross eyed trying to scan your features and memorize you. you smiled, feeling warm.
finally, he huffed and a low whine came out of him as he buried his face in your neck. “don’t you just wanna stay in tonight? me and you. christmas eve eve. just us, hmm?”
you ran your fingers through his hair, loving the feeling of his chest vibrating against yours as he spoke.
but, you pulled him away from you. “sorry petey but i RSVP’d.” you said, still running your fingers through his hair.
he nearly purred, leaning into your touch and closing his eyes. “yeah but who cares about RSVPs! let’s stay in y/n!” he pleaded, smiling down at you with hopeful eyes.
“peter, we really should go. we need to get out of this tiny apartment” you rationed, stealing a glance behind him at the rest of your shared apartment. tiny, but home.
“what if spider-man paid a quick visit to the party to get your friend distracted that we never showed up!” he offered with raised eyebrows and a wide smile.
“peter parker!” you laughed incredulously “we seriously need to get out! we need to be real college students who go to christmas parties and see our nice classmates outside of lecture halls! peter parker needs to actually be peter parker for once, please?” you begged, knowing he would cede to any of your wishes.
“ugghhhhhhhhh” he groaned enveloping your body into a hug and throwing his head back. “you are annoyingly convincing” he teased, reaching up give your face an affectionate shake.
“i think it’s called charming and lovable” you countered, a grin plastered across your face.
he only laughed, leaning down to kiss you again. this time, he put his entire body in it, your head moving back with the passion he pushed into you.
after a few kisses, he pulled away breathless and kissed your forehead, making you shriek. you turned to look into the mirror and spotted a red lipstick kiss on your forehead and your own lipstick messed up, smeared around the outside of your lips. you looked up at peter’s reflection then, laughing at his dopey smile as he admired his reflection. or more specifically, his stained mouth. you two laughed, smiling at each other in the mirror.
“wouldn’t have it any other way” he laughed, shaking his head as his eyes crinkled from the intensity of his smile.
——
outside of your classmate’s apartment door, peter gripped your hand tightly, face set in a grimace.
“cmon petey, it’ll be fun.”
he only grimaced more, looking down at you unconvinced.
“we won’t stay long, just an hour!”
“twenty minutes!” he bargained.
“forty-five”
“thirty!” he pleaded.
you sighed, “fine, thirty minutes you big fat baby!” you teased, fighting a smile.
he leaned down, pushing a loud kiss into your cheek. “love you” he grinned.
you smiled, pressing a kiss onto the back of his hand to not completely ruin your freshly applied lipstick (he had ruined the first reapplication on the subway ride over here). you admired the kiss, a smile on your face.
“love you more, petey. ready?” you reached for the door handle with your other hand as he nodded.
the next 3 minutes were a chaotic blur. you were almost immediately pulled into a hug and out of peter’s reach. he ached for you immediately but admired the way these people seemed to love you. of course they would, anybody would.
he watched as you were pulled into a group, and at the same time, his name was being called from across the room. he turned around to see a couple of his classmates beckoning him over, excited to see him. he felt like Peter Parker.
he turned back to look over at you, but you were already looking over at him. you sent him a smile, ignoring the 3 girls who were talking right at you. he smiled back with a wink before nodding his head in the direction of his friends.
“love you” he thought.
“love you” you thought.
——
as the party continued, you were able to enjoy yourself, glad to catch up with your girlfriends.
peter missed you incessantly.
you were just across the room but he couldn’t help but think about you. even as his friends were asking him questions about himself, he was stealing glances over at you, elated whenever you met his eye with a smile.
you missed him too, admiring the way he smiled at his friends, wishing you were there with his arms wrapped around you. you would be content like that, all of them talking as you silently observed, feeling peter’s warm body against yours.
you two continued to steal glances until you excused yourself from a conversation and headed his way. he immediately excused himself too, meeting you halfway.
he wrapped his arms around your middle, holding you against him as he smiled down at you.
“hi, pretty.” he hummed. the urge to carry you against him and shoot a web out the window to swing you both out overcame him.
“hi, petey.” you giggled, leaning up to motion for a kiss. he kissed you, never resisting, always melting to your body.
“missed you” you hummed. butterflies filled his stomach. sliding your hands under his sweater to feel his warmth, your fingertips were met with… spandex? “are you wearing your suit under this bug-boy?”
he blushed, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks and neck. “i-uh” he stammered. “you caught me” he laughed embarrassedly.
“my spidey” you grinned, stepping on your tiptoes to kiss him again, not caring about the PDA.
he nearly moaned against you, overwhelmed with his feelings for you. you weren’t disappointed or annoyed that he was wearing his suit. wasn’t fully enjoying himself. was waiting for a tingle or a police siren. you loved him and spider-man.
“mmiloveyousomuch” he murmured against your lips, not wanting to break the contact.
but, a wolf-whistle sounded and he pulled away from you, looking around to see his buddy laughing at you two. he blushed, eyebrows furrowing as his smile took up his whole face.
“okay, okay, go back to your friends, p” you laughed, wiping the lipstick off of his mouth and pushing him back in the direction of his friends.
——
the night continued, thirty minutes turning into forty-five and then an hour and then two.
at the hour mark, peter was restless, fully enjoying himself but your conversations with people etched closer to where he sat and you were just a few steps away from him. he could hear it, his name falling from your lips as the tone of your voice was nothing but honey, nothing but pure love and affection.
his stomach flipped as he stood up, stealing you from your friends with a “sorry ladies, important stuff happening” as he pulled you across the apartment to a quieter area.
once stopped, he breathed heavily with a smile on his face. “you talkin about me huh?” he questioned, smile growing bigger.
“mmhmm, all about you” you grinned.
“all good things?” he questioned, pushing a piece of hair behind your ear before leaving his hand to rest on the back of your neck.
“of course. all good things. you are so good, peter. the best.” you said honestly, scanning his face.
he was so bashful from the praise but loved it, kissing your lips quickly before smothering you in kisses.
he pulled away admiring your blushing cheeks and bashful smile.
“you having fun, dollface?” he questioned.
“of course, getting a little tired though” you hummed.
“yeah? you wanna leave? we can go, angel.” he said, already wrapping his arm around you to direct you to the door.
you laughed a bit, “no, peter. just a little while longer? please? then it’s just me and you.”
he smiled, he’d do anything you wanted. anything. but he pretended to think about it, making an exaggerated thinking face as he hummed. “only cause you look cute” he decided, kissing you again.
you giggled, ready to push him off in the direction of his friends again, but he caught your arm, swiftly twirling you a few feet away to stand in the hallway with him. he steadied you against him. you looked up at him, waiting for him to say something, but he only looked up briefly, eyebrows quirking up as a cheeky smile spread across his face.
mistletoe.
you laughed in realization, wrapping your arms around his neck to kiss him deeply. you wanted to bury yourself in him, hug him so tightly, feel as one. he kissed you back just as passionately, holding you tightly against him as his body nearly shook with emotion. he pulled away, breathless.
you gazed up at him, breathless yourself. “alright, alright. go talk some more about me. make sure to tell them i’m a good kisser.” peter joked, pushing you towards your friends who quickly noticed and reeled you in.
he smiled dopily, not really caring that he could taste your lipstick on his lips.
——
within twenty minutes, peter’s glances at you became more frequent as the bottle of can in your hand changed from one alcohol brand to another. you were tipsy, dancing wildly with your also tipsy friends.
his attention was completely gone from his friends and only on you, he laughed a bit, enjoying how much you were enjoying yourself. the christmas song changed and your face immediately lit up.
“peter loves this song!” you nearly screamed, scanning your head across the room. you met his eyes, smiling brightly. “petey! you love this song” you cheered, making your way over to him. he rushed to you, catching your body before it could stumble any more. you grabbed his hands, making him dance wildly with you. his lanky arms swung whichever way you made him go. he probably looked so awkward, so dorky but he didn’t care. he didn’t even like this song. he actually disliked it a bit but he wouldn’t tell you that.
so he kept dancing with you until you were out of breath. he made a quick scan of the room, everyone dancing wildly, screaming the songs words with eyes closed and arms in the air. he sent a quick web across the room, grabbing a fresh water bottle from the food table.
“cmon, drink up party animal” he laughed, watching as you obliged, head still moving erratically to the beat of the awful song.
“i think i’m tipsy, petey!” you giggled, feeling warm.
“i know sweetheart.” he laughed, pulling you to sit on the couch with him. he watched as you continued drinking your water, and he sent another web to a goodie bag of christmas cookies on another table.
“eat this” he offered watching as you looked at the decorated cookies in awe, admiring one before you took every bite.
——
after a while, the christmas songs got slower and everyone at the party got tired. more and more people left while others joined you two on the couch. some people slept while other started quiet conversations over snacks.
you were sleeping soundly against him, completely worn out. he shook you gently until your head raised and you looked at him sleepily.
“ready angel?” he whispered, head nodding towards the door. you nodded yes, cuddling into his warm body for a second more before you sat up.
you hugged your friends goodbye, making promises to hang out again soon. your friends hugged peter goodbye too, making him promise to never break your heart and take good care of you.
“of course,” he smiled back, completely meaning it.
you two walked to the subway station, your sleep leaving your body more and more as you talked about how much fun you had and asked peter about his night too. you fell asleep again against him in the empty subway car, feeling completely safe and relaxed with him.
he considered carrying you home, but decided against it, waking you up again so he can talk to you a bit more before you inevitably passed out in bed the moment you two stepped foot into the apartment.
outside of the station, you gasped, pointing at some street art for spider-man. “look peter!” you grinned. “everyone loves you!”
he just smiled, kissing the side of your head.
you two walked hand in hand back home, new york was much more quiet around you two as the late night hours pushed into early morning. you looked down at your clasped hands, smiling at your lipstick kiss still on his, perfectly preserved.
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now in bed, you melted into the sheets but couldn’t fully sleep until peter was next to you. he was changing out of his clothes now, having spent the last few minutes helping you change and remove your makeup and brush your teeth.
“too good for me, you’re too good for me.” you mumbled sleepily the whole time. he always replied with a shake of his head and a kiss to your nose.
he walked towards the bed, sweatpants low on his hips as he admired you. moon shining through the curtains, your hair sprawled out on your pillow, your sleepy smile beaming at him. you reached out for him and he met you because he couldn’t not meet you. couldn’t resist you.
he kissed you sweetly, savoring how alone you two were. you were jello against him as he pulled away and moved to cuddle you.
“goodnight angel” he hummed.
“goodnight, bug-boy”
“You’ve found my weakness. It’s small knives!”
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Amazing Spider-Man (2021) #075
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Your essay writing was short lived when you were interrupted by knocking on your window. You got up and turned around to be met with Peter waiting for you on the other side of your window. You approached the window and quickly opened it, allowing him into your room. He stumbled in and you helped sit him down.
“Peter what did you do?” You asked, frantically and disapprovingly. “Oh you know, the usual.” He said sarcastically, wincing as he shifted in his seat. You sighed, going to grab your first aid kit from the bathroom. You came back to a shirtless, or should I say, suit-less, Peter. “I wish you wouldn’t keep doing this.” You said as you sat down beside him and began to clean the gashes that painted his chest. “Do what, come see you?” He teased. “No, make me clean you up just for you to go and get hurt again.”
“You know I can’t do that, baby.” Peter said, laying a hand on your thigh. You brought a dampened pad to his cheek to clean the scrapes that covered his beautiful face. Peter took this as the perfect opportunity to steal a kiss from you. And then another one. And another one.
“Peter,” You managed to whisper in between his kisses. “Hm?” He simply hummed in response. “Stop trying to distract me.” You said smiling, pulling away slightly. “How dare you.” Peter teased, pretending to be offended. You only chuckled in response, bringing a hand back to his face to resume your cleaning.
Peter whined in response, stealing the pad from your grasp and throwing it to the floor. “Y/N, please.” He begged. You brought a hand to the nape of his neck, and the other to his jaw. “Peter.” You simply replied. “Just for a minute. Can we?” He pleaded with you. “You’re very cute when you want something from me.” You said, giving his soft lips a quick peck.
“I love you, you know?” Peter said, a wide smile on his face. You smiled just as big in response, “I love you too, Peter.” You replied, leaning down to kiss him yet again. Peter kissed back feverishly, one hand on your face, the other on your waist. His grip tight, like you’d disappear if he ever let go. You smiled into the kiss, resting both hands on his broad shoulders. You were careful not to touch any of his wounds.
Peter’s hand traveled from your waist and under your shirt. “Easy, Bug-Boy.” You warned in response, and his hand slowly receded. “What did you call me?” He asked breathlessly with a goofy grin on his face. You laughed at his response. He chuckled too.
, ’ . He thought.
, ’ . She thought.
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