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Peter Parker Profile!

Here's his Profile! Made by me! :D Hope you like this!

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Friends!

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VTuber Question

Okay! So I've had this model downloaded for a while and haven't used it and now I can't find the person who made it and I don't wanna use it and not give credit as it is a free model (From what I remember) and required credit so unless the person deleted it and I just have it for no reason now I still want to know who made it and credit it as I am thinking of using it for a few videos to see how it feels since I really like the mouth movement and the models look in general so if you know who made this model please let me know so I can credit!

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Timeline before Peter ended up in Gotham

Peter and his best friend Harry visit Oscorp for a field trip. During this outing, Peter is bitten by a radioactive spider.

Tragedy strikes when Uncle Ben is killed by a robber. This event ignites Peter's transformation into Spider-Man.

Embracing his new role, Peter aids those in need. His life changes when Tony Stark appears, gifting him a new suit.

A dangerous encounter occurs as Peter holds a ship together, risking drowning. Following this, Tony removes Peter's suit.

Undeterred, Peter pursues the Vulture, leading to a confrontation where a building falls on him. He manages to stop the Vulture.

Peter faces off against new villains, starting with Rhino, which sparks Harry's animosity towards Spider-Man.

The conflict escalates as Peter battles Dr. Connors, also known as the Lizard. 

Deadpool enters the scene, popping in during fights to assist Peter. He introduces Matt Murdock, aka Daredevil, and they form a trio known as Team Red.

Ned discovers Peter's secret identity, becoming his trusted ally in the chair.

Peter travels to Germany to fight, later teaming up with Deadpool and Daredevil to take on Venom.

A battle with Sandman leads to Peter curing him, and he helps the Lizard regain his humanity.

The Green Goblin emerges, attacking Peter relentlessly. Their conflict culminates in Norman's tragic suicide via his glider to prevent further harm.

Harry learns of Spider-Man's supposed actions and hunts him down. He confronts Peter, who explains the truth. Harry realizes his father's sacrifice was meant to save others.

Peter ventures into space, where half the universe faces destruction. Despite Tony's death, Peter and Harry remain friends, though they drift apart.

Peter and Ned befriend MJ. During a second field trip, MJ discovers Peter is Spider-Man. 

Peter battles Mysterio, who creates a fake villain named Electro to enhance his own heroism. In a fierce clash, Peter is struck by a train.

Concerned for Peter, Deadpool and Daredevil step in. Mysterio meets his end, framing Peter for his death.

Deadpool protects Peter from aggressive foes, while Daredevil serves as his lawyer. 

Seeking help, Peter turns to Dr. Strange, but a spell gone wrong brings villains that resemble his own.

Peter fights these doppelgängers until they understand he is not their Peter. He successfully cures Doc Ock.

Tragically, Norman manipulates the other villains into attacking. May’s death leaves Peter devastated.

Deadpool and Daredevil comfort him as MJ and Ned seek help from two alternate Peters. 

Harry returns from Europe, assisting the other Peters in the lab. Together, they create a glider and weapons for Peter.

In a moment of rage, Peter nearly kills Norman before they manage to cure all the villains. However, the universe continues to collapse.

As chaos reigns, the villains and alternate Peters are sent back to their homes. 

Peter asks Dr. Strange to cast a spell to make everyone forget his identity, but it backfires catastrophically.

In the aftermath, Peter seemingly dies as he is transported to the DC universe.

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Character Profile for Peter

Character Profile: Peter Benjamin Parker

Alias: Spider-Man

Age: 12 (Physically), 17 (Mentally)

Height: Approximately ‘3,4’

Abilities:  

Enhanced strength and agility  

Heightened senses  

Ability to stick to surfaces  

Extreme flexibility  

Organic silk production from wrist spinnerets  

Spider-sense for danger detection

Weaknesses:  

Lacks thermoregulation  

Vulnerable to mint, peppermint, eucalyptus, lavender, and citrus scents  

Sensitive to pesticides and bug sprays

Instincts: When Peter weaves a web, he enters a focused, predatory state if anything disturbs it. His pupils narrow into slits, and he mimics a spider's crawling behavior. Floral and fruity scents lure him, making it difficult to concentrate in public. To prevent wandering off, he often holds hands with someone. Hunger triggers another instinct, driving him into “hunt” mode for food.  

Healing Ability: Peter purrs to soothe injured individuals, using it as a method to promote healing. He places his hand on wounds to expedite recovery.  

Strengths:  

Proficient in engineering, bio-engineering, chemistry, mathematics, physics, calculus, and biology  

Talented in acrobatics, art, coding, and computer science

Parker Luck: This family trait brings extreme misfortune, where good events are often followed by twice as many negative outcomes.  

Health Issues:  

Suffers from asthma, triggered by intense panic or when his healing abilities are compromised.

Morals: Peter adheres to a no-kill policy but refrains from judging other vigilantes, particularly influenced by his friendship with Deadpool.  

Behavior: He displays a mix of snark and kindness, often utilizing humor through puns. Though shy and cautious in trust, he fidgets when anxious and tends to ramble. He internalizes emotions, which can lead to breakdowns.  

Physical Description: Peter has pale tanned skin, slightly curly brown hair featuring a distinctive white tuft, and large doe-like brown eyes with green flecks. Freckles dot his cheeks and arms. He is short and thin, marked by various scars of different sizes. His typical attire includes a big red hoodie, black sweatpants, and black socks.

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Quick note: Most of this was based on observation and real facts. Purring does indeed help expedite healing! And the instincts thing is kinda iffy so it can be ignored.

Hope this helps you all with future stuff!

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HELPPPP!!! ;(

CHAPTER 5 IS SUCH AN ASS TO REMAKE! IDK WHAT TO DO WITH IT!!

IF YOU GUYS HAVE IDEAS PLEASE COMMENT THEM! I'M DESPERATE FOR SOME IDEA ON WHAT THE HELL TO DO BECAUSE PETERS BEEN SICK AND IN BED WITH VERY LITTLE ANGST HAPPENING FOR A FEW CHAPTER NOW I NEED TO ADD SOMETHING!! PLEASE! D:

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Art for chapter 1 of Parker Luck, made my moi! :)

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Parker Luck Update! Important!

Hi everyone! I wanted to say that I'm currently re-writing chapters 1-5, I wasn't really happy with them but the over all story might also change a bit.

Currently chapters 1-2 have been finished and updated both on Ao3 and now here, so make sure to re-read those so you guys don't miss any details!

ALSO! Peters physical age has changed from 12 to 10, so he's short as shit, yay!

Also the characters are definitely OOC, I'm trying to make them canon but like-it's difficult, so deal.

If you guys have any questions, comments, or ideas about Parker Luck just comment or use the ask box which I'm pretty sure is anonymos!

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Parker Luck Chapter 5

Chapyter 5-"Fever Beaver"

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Summary: Peter is sleepy and sickly while Bruce finds where I put the plot

Notes:

HIIIII!!! I finished chapter 5 here yall go! Also, I finally have some sort of plot happening in this chapter! yay!

Warning: -Sick -Mentions/implied experimentations on corpses -Mentions/implied amputations -Plot

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Bruce was standing in front of the cave, its thin entrance visible. He stood there for a few moments, his mind filled with questions and no answers. 

Where’d the cave come from? Who revived the kid? Does the LoA know?

All questions without answers, but now he has the means to find them. Bruce activated his body camera and headed inside. The cave was long and narrow, the ceiling filled with stalactites. The closer he got the more humid and damp the air around him felt, like a pot of boiling water condescending. 

When he reached the main room, the glowing green of the Lazarus Pit was toxicating; even just looking at it reminded him of the many they had destroyed in the past, of Jason. He pushed those thoughts aside and looked around-it just looked like a normal cave besides the pit, no evidence of it being man-made or tempered with. Bruce followed the wall until his hand hit a small almost invisible latch, similar to the batmobiles car door. 

He gripped it and pulled, revealing a sliding door one that grated against the ground; definitely hasn’t been used in a while. It revealed an abandoned lab of sorts, broken beakers and large empty glass tanks covering the center wall. To his left were tables with papers and files strewn about with a large layer of dust covering them. 

He un-mutes his comms with a crackle evident in doing so, “Oracle, could you figure out how long this cave has been here?” He took a few steps towards the files strewn about, all notes or profiles of either the victims or scientists themselves. 

“From what I could find its been there long before the manor was build, but has shrunken compared to how big it used to be.”

“Hrnh.” He grunted before picking up a file with a picture on it. Its a picture of the boy they found, 

[Name: S1P349-AC

Status: Dead-Forced Cell activity through electric therapy on the subjects cells, allowing them to act as if alive, allowing us to see results to living cells.

Age: Unknown-estimated to be 10 to 12 years of age.

Height: 3,7-4,7 (Has changed overtime)

Appearance: Brown hair, brown eyes, pale tan colored skin, scars strewn about the subjects body, freckles located around the face and arms.

Test#1: Injecting the subject with serum, 5187. No effects other than the slowing of heart rate-next test evident soon.

Text#2: Injecting the subject with serum, 5188. Subject has shown and increase in muscle mass, giving the subject a lean build.

Test#3: Injecting the subject with serum, 5189. No results.

Note: After injecting the subject with serum 5189 no other changes have been noted and any future serums bare the same result. Due to this we have resulted to adding or removing codons in his DNA. This has caused the subjects cells to multiply and evolve rapidly, we estimate that if not corrected subjects Arachnid DNA will override the Human DNA similar to Killer Crocs mutation. 

Estimated time until override is one year. Most likely changes if not corrected are, instinctual hunting, fengs, molting, extra limbs, feral behavior, spinnerets, UV light vision, extra eyes, change in vocal cords. 

If the DNA is corrected most of these changes will not happen, feral behavior, extra eyes, and extra limbs. The other changes and others that may not have been listed will happen even if the DNA is corrected.

End Note.]

God, Bruce felt like he was gonna be sick. He flipped the page and continued reading-

[ Week 2 Update.

We have corrected the subjects DNA, this caused the subjects cells to slow. We started to test the subject's abilities starting with a healing factor. We amputated the subjects legs and slowly they grew back.  

Due to the state of the subject's body that’s all we were able to test but we are able to estimate enhanced strength and agility. We will now do a lobotomy to explore the subject's body in a closer light.

H.E.I.R

End Note]

Bruce crushed the file in his hands, they did a lobotomy on a child AND they amputated his legs! He shoved the file into his belt and left. 

“Oracle, get alert everyone that tonight we will have a meeting. Everyone is required to be there. Also look into a group called H.E.I.R when you can.”

“Alright, you okay B?”

“What these people did…it’s not something I would wish upon anyone.”

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Peters body felt like it was on fire, he did know what caused him to et sick but he was hating it. He had woken up a few minutes ago, Jason was in a chair near the bed passed out with a blanket on him. There was a wet towel on his forehead that made him shiver a bit more, overall he felt like dying.

Not to mention how his wrists and gums were aching, his migraine apparently got worse because anytime he tried to move his head, pain would stab him harshly-making his head swim. So now he’s stuck lying here until Jason wakes up. 

“Chirp” Jason!-what the hell? Peter tried a few more times all coming out in chirps, clicking, or slight growling, every now and then a word or two would come out. After a while he got the hang of it, he just had to mess with his vocal cords a bit-ignoring the new sounds-”Jas-on.” His voice was scratchy and strained but it worked, Jason stirred before opening his eyes. “Hmm?” Jason rubbed his eyes before stretching, “You feeling better kid?” 

Peter gave him a deadpan expression, like really? Does he look okay? His body is still aching and he’s shivering still, so no, no he is not feeling better. Just more awake. “Okay, stupid question. How do you feel then?” Besides his throat-mainly his vocal cords-slightly aching there’s nothing of importance to note…he thinks. 

?-Newdifferent???

Oh thanks spider-sense! That’s so helpful! Peter mentally rolled his eyes. His attention snapped back to Jason as he began talking again. “You still haven’t answered the question Pete.” Right, the question-”Achey an-d cold.” God his voice sounds awful, “Well you’ve got a fever so feeling ‘achey’ is normal.” Jason used finger quotations at the use of the word achey, which-rude! “Also, mind tellin’ me why I found you in the library?” Jason crossed his arms, looking him straight in the eyes with an eyebrow quirked upwards. 

“...” Peter looked away, because he can’t just admit to trying to leave! Well..he could butttttt-”Peter.” Crap, should he just tell him? Probably, even if he tried to lie it would be obvious he was, “I wa-s trying to-o find the e-exit…” Jason let his arms fall before sighing, “I know it’s probably weird to just wake up in some strangers house, but if you haven’t realized-you are safe here.” 

“I didn’t wan-t to be a both-er..” He said looking down, if he just resisted taking that stupid nap! He could’ve been gone before he caused any trouble. “Pete, you're not gonna be a bother. We were the ones who agreed to help you not because of pity or charity, but because we wanted to.” Jason said it with such vigor and confidence that he could only believe it to be the truth. 

Stayrestsafefriend

But-

STAY!

Okay! 

Jeeze! When did his spider-sense become so bossy? Now they’re sitting in silence…the awkward kind too. His wrists started to itch, scratching them wasn't helping either. A Yawn came out of his mouth, just now realizing his eye’s drooping. “Go to sleep kid, I’ll wake ya when it’s dinner time.” With a nod he let himself drift off to sleep.

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Jason did in fact wake him up when it was time for dinner, he still felt like crap but he tried his best to just ignore it in favor of eating the meal given to him. It was jasmine rice with fruit, it didn’t bother his stomach and it was in general really good. Alfred also brought homemade orange juice, with the pulp! Healthy and tasty! 

Now that he had more food in his stomach his vision has cleared a bit and his migraine has dulled back down to a headache. Thank God. 

When he looked up at Jason he was back to reading the same book he was earlier.

Curiousfamiliarinteresting

Peter squinted his eyes to get a better look on what the title says-Pride and Prejudice-huh. It looks worn, and there's a bunch of sticky (hah) notes sticking out of the book. It reminds him of the science books he got a while back, some of the pages on it are ripped and filled with sticky notes. 

“Curious?” Jason was looking at him, crap-he was staring for too long. “I-I um..A bi-t, I guess..” He sounds so awkward, Peter covered his face with his hands out of embarrassment. He wished the floor would open up and swallow him whole..

He heard Jason huff out a small laugh, “Alright Mr. Tomato.” Then he continued on explaining what the book was about, around halfway Jason’s phone dinged and he held up a finger. He checked his phone for a moment before pocketing it again and continued explaining. By the end Peter was barely keeping his eyes open, exhaustion pulling down on them. 

Tiredsleepsaferest

Jason got up and ruffled his sweat filled hair before huffing out another small laugh, walking towards the door. “Go to sleep kid, it's late and you need to rest if you want to feel better anytime soon.” He opened the door and left.

Peter closed his eyes and immediately fell asleep.

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Everyone was down in the debrief room of the cave, Jason was the last to arrive because he was making sure the kid was okay before leaving. 

“Alright Bruce, what’s going on?” Tim was of course the first one to ask what everyone wanted to. 

“Yeah B, you don’t usually call the whole family to a meeting unless something really, really bad happens.” Steph agreed, waving her hands around to emphasize her words.

Bruce sighed before starting, “I went to check the cave where the boy-Peter, was found to see if Dick and Jason might have missed something. They did.” The TV screen in the middle of the room showed files most were of random people but the screen stopped at a specific one, Peter.

“There was a small lab located behind a hidden latch door near the back of the cave. Inside held large tubes and broken beakers with files strewn all around. When I checked the files I found the one that was about Peter.” The screen scrolled down a bit, showing the lab notes written about the kid. 

“It was stated that they were experimenting with corpses and using electricity to revive their bodies cells to test and/or experiment on them.” Everyone was silent so Bruce continued, “From what I can tell they only did 3 chemical experiments before they gave up, they moved to checking the boys body for abilities starting with faster healing…They cut his legs off..” 

Everyone looked horrified, worried, and mostly angry. “They what.” Everyone turned to look at Jason who had his hands balled up into fists, his eyes glowing a burning green. But then his face morphed more into confusion, “Wait, then how come he isn’t-y’know-legless?” 

“The report stated that they grew back, very slowly.” Bruce had his eyes narrowed looking down at the table, he was probably just as angry as everyone else, and horrified. 

Then Barbara continued for him, “From what the report says about the kids DNA, and from what Tim found-the kid has a mutation that he was born with or gained through the meta gene. It had to have come from some other third party-most likely from past experimentation before his body ended up in that lab.”

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Dick felt like he was going to be sick to his stomach, Peter had gotten experimented on twice, and one of those was when he was dead! He looked over at Jason who was covering his mouth looking like he might puke, along with Tim and Duke. Steph has her hands balled into fists and Cass is wide-eyed. Alfred has an impassive expression but his brows are furrowed slightly. 

All of a sudden Duke gets up, “I’m going to the bathroom.” and rushes out of the room. “Sorry, but we have more news. What Tim found in the kids DNA was spider DNA, that looked messy and unstable if messed with. Along with one of the notes on his file stating that his mutation was rapidly evolving so they had to correct it to stop it from overriding the kid's human DNA. It also listed some mutations that will or will not occur no matter what afterwards.” The screen showed two lists now, one labeled ‘Will happen’ and another labeled, ‘Will not’.

“Molting?” Everyone turned their heads to him and then back at the screen, “Hey Babs? What does it mean by molting?” Steph said anxiously. 

“Some spiders molt their skin, as they grow. I can only make an estimated guess on how that would work on humans and I can say it’s most likely painful. Spiders shed their exoskeletons specifically, it lasts a few hours and when done are sensitive to touch until their skin gets accustomed.” 

“So, we have a human spider child who got revived by a Lazarus Pit and has no family from what we know.” Jason said, covering his face with his hands and letting out an exhausted sigh. 

“Yep!” Barbera agreed with fake enthusiasm. 

Everyone just looked so done at this point and he can’t blame them. 

God, why is life such a mess?

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I hope you all enjoyed! I'm just glad I came up with some plot for this! yay!!!

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Parker Luck Chapter 4-"Scars..."

Not much was changed compared to the original chapter 4 but I had to fix a lot of stuff so enjoy!

Summary: Peters fever gets worse, he realized that he forgot to look for a way out in the previous chapter, Deadpool is perfect commentary.

Warnings: -Fever -Nosebleed -Panic Attack -Angst

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Peter stepped out of the shower, feeling invigorated. He reached for his shirt but froze. His torso and back were a canvas of scars—some large, others small. The most disturbing was a Y-shaped scar, a mark of an autopsy. It sent chills down his spine.

A tiny dot, the size of a pinky fingernail, rested at the center of his chest. Probably from his first encounter with Doc Oc. He braced himself for the reminder of the scar on his back—a cruel souvenir from the day Vulture dropped a warehouse on him. 

PAIN. WEIGHT. DANGER!

Panic surged. His breath caught in his throat. He was strapped under the warehouse again. Dust filled the air, choking him. He was utterly alone. The thought of dying alone gnawed at him. 

He closed his eyes, his breaths coming in rapid, uneven gasps. The ringing in his ears intensified. 

Suddenly, he was underwater. Vulture had thrown him into the harbor. The cold gripped him, making his limbs feel heavy. He couldn’t breathe. 

With a jolt, Peter’s eyes flew open, landing once again on the haunting autopsy scar.

Autopsies are done on the dead . 

All of a sudden He found himself gazing up at the crimson sky of TITAN, a planet marked by conflict and despair. Pain coursed through his body. It felt like he was crumbling. His healing factor struggled to keep him intact. But it was futile. 

Mr. Stark was holding him, desperation etched across his face. “It’s okay. You’re gonna be okay,” he stammered, his voice trembling. “You’re alright. You’ll be fine.” Tears threatened to spill, but Peter knew he wouldn’t be around when they fell.

“Mr. Stark…” Peter managed to whisper, breaths shallow. “Hey, Pete—listen, you’re gonna be okay.” Mr. Stark fought to maintain his composure, teeth clenched. Peter offered a faint smile, though pain dulled his senses. 

“I’m sorry…” he murmured as darkness enveloped him.

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THUMP!

Jason wirled around to the bathroom, “Peter? You alright?” Jason didn’t have a good feeling and it only got worse when he didn’t get a response, “Pete?” Jason tried the knob-locked.

There was no sound of movement from the other side and panic gripped at Jason. 

“Screw it-” Jason backed up and kicked the door open, busting the knob. Jason rushed in and Inside he found Peter sprawled on the floor, unconscious. No shirt. Breath coming in frantic gasps. Blood trickled from his nose.

“Shit!” Jason cursed, rushing to grab a towel. He pressed it against Peter’s nose. The rapid breathing only escalated. Jason felt helpless. What could he do?

Jason then remembered a time when Dick had hugged him when he was having a bad panic attack a year or half back. It provided a comforting weight that helped significantly, although he would never admit it.

Jason wrapped his arms around the kid, careful not to crush him. He lifted Peter's head, pressing a towel to his nose. Gradually, the kid's breathing steadied and the bleeding finally stopped. With deliberate care, Jason pulled the kid's shirt back on, then carried him from the bathroom to the bed. 

He laid him down and tucked the blanket up to Peter's chin. Checking his temperature, Jason cursed, “Where the hell is Alfie when you need him?”

Alfred had gone grocery shopping. Jason had no idea when he left. He could be back soon, but he wasn’t sure. Bruce had urgent business with the Justice League right after their family meeting. He would be gone for two days, but plans could shift. Tim, Duke, Steph, Cass, and Damien were likely already at school.

 And Dick-actually Jason had no idea where Dick is.

‘Okay-who names their kid Dick? Someone that’s a dick! That’s who!’- Deadpool >:O

Jason instead thought about what Alfred would do whenever he got sick, a cold, wet, rag. Medicine, and rest, were all things he would lecture him about. He stood up, the urgency driving him. In the bathroom, he soaked a small towel in cold water, then returned to Peter. He gently placed the cool cloth on Peter’s forehead, hoping it would help.

Next, medicine. He has no idea where it is, so he’ll just have to skip that one; and the kid is already resting at the moment. Jason decided to go look for Dick until the kid wakes up.

Jason quietly exited the room.

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A sickly, choking green surrounded him. Panic surged. 

He couldn't breathe. 

He couldn't escape. 

Was he drowning again? 

The green coiled tightly around his throat, invading his lungs, stealing every breath of air. Desperation clawed at him; he wanted to scream, to cry, to fight back. But he was frozen, trapped in this nightmare.

 Darkness crept in, swallowing him whole.

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DANGER.WAKE.GREEN.BAD

BREATHE!

Peter jolted awake, struggling for air, clawing at his throat. Breath came hard, yet it came. He wasn’t trapped. He could move. He was alive. Panic faded into relief. 

SAFE. WARM. FAMILIAR.

He took a moment to absorb it. He was back in the room he had woken in earlier. Not drowning. Not being trapped under a building. Not on TITAN.

Time slipped away as he lay there, trying to steady his racing heart. Finally, he glanced at the clock—11:23 AM. How long had he been out? Early morning, maybe. Pushing himself up, he hesitated before swinging his legs off the bed. Confusion gnawed at him. How did he end up here? He remembered stepping out of the shower, the scars on his body catching his eye... 

A panic attack... That’s what had happened… He’d passed out. Great.

He pushed himself up, struggling to steady himself as his vision blurred. Blinking rapidly, he willed his sight to clear. Maybe getting up so fast wasn’t the best idea. But he brushed off the thought; he wasn’t one to heed his own warnings. 

He approached the main door, turning the handle slowly. He needed to leave, he’s been enough of a problem. The hallway stretched before him, lined with dark wooden walls adorned with vases and paintings, cluttered with small tables. He had to find a way out, he didn’t want to cause this family more issues. Trouble and death followed him like a shadow, and he didn’t want these people to get hurt. 

As he moved down the hallway, he kept alert, dodging the echoes of footsteps and the prickle of his spider-sense. Eventually, he spotted two massive doors that he hoped led outside. To his dismay, they opened to a vast library instead. Frustration boiled within him. He was exhausted, a headache pounding at his temples. This place was a labyrinth.

With a heavy sigh, he trudged to an armchair tucked in the corner. He curled up, closing his eyes. Just a quick nap. That’s all he needed, then he would figure out how to leave.

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He felt worse. Much worse. Sweat poured down his face, yet he shivered uncontrollably. The dull ache in his head had transformed into a pounding migraine. Memories of a recent panic attack crept into his mind. He tried to push them away. 

"Okay, Peter," he thought, "This feels just like spider bite, but your fine!" Panic settled in his chest. He took a deep breath, fighting against the cough that threatened to explode. He was still exhausted and he didn’t want to deal with any of this so in Peter Parker fashion he decided to go back to sleep and hope for the best. 

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Jason's heart raced. He had gone to look for Dick. No luck. When he returned, Peter was gone. First thought? Bathroom. No. Maybe the closet? Still nothing. He scoured every room in the manor. All empty. The last place was the library. 

He pushed the doors open. Silence enveloped him. Then, he heard it—heavy breathing from a corner. Jason rushed over. There was Peter, curled up in an armchair. He was shivering, sweating, and pale. His breath came in ragged gasps. It looked bad. Really bad. Jason swore under his breath and scooped the kid up, rushing him back to the guest room. He laid Peter down and dashed off to find Alfred. 

Alfred came through, medicine and nutrient gummies in hand. After handing them over, he headed to the kitchen to brew chamomile tea for Peter. Meanwhile, Jason re-wet a towel and placed it gently on Peter’s forehead, hoping to bring down his fever. Peter stirred but didn’t wake. 

Jason needed to inform the others. He took a deep breath and pulled out his phone.

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UndeadPrincess: Soooo, small issue with Peter..

BoyWonder: Is he okay? Did he rage? What happened?

BoyGenius: Same questions as Dick.

CassyBat: ^

SpoilHer: ^^

Flashlight: ^^^

BatDad: What’s wrong?

O-Clock: Just got back from work, is Peter alright?

BoyGenius: Cmon Jason, tell us what’s wrong!

UndeadPrincess: His fever got worse-me and Alfred are taking care of him. He looks like death, and that’s saying something.

BoyWonder: I’m glad I’m awake then, just woke up from a nap when you texted, I’ll see if I can help Alfred with anything. You need anything little-wing?

BoyGenius: School should be out soon, I’ll stop by the pharmacy and grab cold patches. 

CassyBat: Come along with little brother?

BoyGenius: Yeah you can come along, Steph?

SpoilHer: I’ll join, I need to check out if there are any new squishwallow’s anyways.

DemonAlert: …I still do not trust this stranger…

O-Clock: Awww! I hope he feels better! God that makes me sound so bland, but seriously hope the kids alright. When he feels better, bring him over to the library! If possible.

UndeadPrincess: Thanks Tim, the kids sweating buckets, also Dick I think I got it-but actually where are you? I looked for you earlier but didn’t find you.

BoyWonder: Oh-I was in my room. Did you not check?

UndeadPrincess: 😑 Goddamit 

BoyWonder: Also Tim, you did sleep right?

BoyGenius: Unfortunately, Alfred put sleeping pills in my coffee. It was decaf too 🙁 

SpoilHer: How did you not notice it was decaf beforehand? 

BoyGenius: …None of your business..

SpoilHer: You were too exhausted to even taste it weren’t you?

BoyGenius: …

UndeadPrincess: Alright, that’s all I wanted to tell you guys. Bye.

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Jason turned his phone off and put it away, the kid was still shaking but less so than earlier. Now that he thinks about it-how did Peter get to the library? 

Jason grabbed his phone again, hacking into the security cameras in the manor. The footage was clear and he could see the kid holding onto the wall stumbling every now and then, he looked like he was looking for something, an exit? Well if that’s the case Jason can’t really say anything. He did the same thing a few times when Bruce first adopted him. Although probably for different reasons.

He switched the camera and forwarded it until he saw Peter curl onto the chair, after a few minutes that’s when he started to look sick. Jason checked the time on the camera, he got there around 9-10 am it’s almost 12 pm now. 

He sighed, turning his phone and stuffing it back in his pocket. He closed his eyes and let himself drift off, barely registering the sound of Alfred coming into the room and sliding a blanket over him, “Sleep well, Master Jason.” He was out like a light.

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I hope you all enjoyed and as stated before if you have any questions, comments, or ideas for the future of this fic, don't be afraid to comment!

Also Peters like 4,7-I personally am short and was around this height when I was 12 and I am also shit at estimating height.

Peter: That shower was great!

'sees scars'

Peter: Well those are new, expecially the autopsy scar. Totally not concerning at all!

'fever gets worse and end up passing out after a panic attack'

Jason: Something just happened...

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I will also answer any questions you guys will have on here and I will post either my own art or fanart will credit! 

I am also going to post the timeline for what Peter's life was before he went to DCU in chapter 2 of this! 

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Small notice for Parker Luck!

I just want to clear something up! I will not abandon this fic! Like never! I'm too invested and I wanted to make sure you all knew! If at least one chapter doesn't come out one month then I'm probably rewriting it because that's what happened with chapter 3.

I will try to post at least one chapter every 1-2 weeks, but I usually only work on it at school because my motivation is used up by the time I get home. But I'll try to fix that habit!

Also! One last thing I asked this in my last chapter but I wanted to just ask again but-

I need ideas for future chapters because I may be the writer but I'm not very creative and I'm awkward. So if you guys have any ideas please comment! I'll make sure to credit the idea to you!

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Summery:

Peter and Jason chat Peter eats soup He's so short :) Tim and Duke meet Peter Deadpool makes his appearance!

Notes:

This took too long but I finally finished rewriting this chpater! It's mostly a filler as I had no idea what to do with it. I hope you all enjoy it!

Warning: -Small Angst -Mentions of scars

Lastly- Peter has MANY scars AND Deadpool makes a short appearance!

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“Hey kid, how ya feeling? You were out for a while.” White-streak guy said, closing the door and leaning on it.

SAFE. FRIEND. 

Peter just stared at him. In better lighting, he looked less lean and more like a brick. Holy shit, what did they feed this guy? 

He snapped back, remembering he had been asked a question. Boredom tugged at him, and he decided to be a little shit. “Sick,” he replied bluntly, sarcasm dripping from his voice. 

White-streak guy chuckled, a hint of amusement in his eyes. “Well can’t deny that, you look like death kid.” 

Peter raised an eyebrow. Was that a pun? Either way, he grinned, letting out a soft laugh. It quickly turned into a coughing fit. 

For the love of—

WORRIED. CONCERNED. APPEAR.

“Shit, you good, kid?” White-streak guy was suddenly right in front of him. When did he get there? Peter shook his head, trying to clear the fog. Focus, he thought. He needed to listen.

“Kid? You alright? That didn’t sound too good,” said the taller man.

Wait—taller? Since when was he so short? Peter blinked. His feet barely reached halfway across the bed. Sure, it was large, but not that large.

‘That’s because your almost as short as that talking raccoon Petey! Too bad you can’t hear me though..Hi readers!’-Deadpool ;P

Peter glanced back at the white-streaked guy—he really needed to find out this guy’s name. “I’m fine, just annoying,” he replied. His voice scratched like sandpaper, and his throat ached, as if it had been through a blender.

“Alright, if you say so. Name’s Jason,” the white-streaked guy said, settling onto the edge of the bed with his legs crossed like he was at a yoga class.

Well, it felt rude not to introduce himself. May raised him to have manners. “Peter, Peter Parker. Nice to meet you, Jason.” He forced a small smile, still on guard. He had no idea where he was.

Then it hit him. “Hey, quick question. Where exactly am I? Because if this is a dream, I hope I get to fly next.”

“You don’t..? Nevermind, you're in Gotham kid.” Jason responded, chuckling a bit with amusement. 

Gotham? Where in god's green Earth is Gotham? And please don’t let it be New Jersey. Peter’s confusion must’ve shown on his face because Jason elaborated for him a bit more.

“Gotham, New Jersey? The most crime-filled city in the United States?” Now Jason might not know how much dread he brought with that response but Peter hoped it was obvious because, like-CMON! NEW JERSEY!? THE ONE PLACE HE DIDN’T WANT TO BE IN! JUST WHYYYY!?

Peter placed his head in his hands and just sighed, long and dramatic, “uuuuugggghhhhh….” 

Which just lead to another coughing fit, stupid fever.

“You hungry? You haven’t eaten and I think your stick of a body needs it. C’mon.” Jason got up and started heading towards the door. Peter only now just processed what he said and thought about it, he could take this chance to look for a way out for when he doesn’t feel like he’ll be taken down by the wind itself. 

Shaking himself out of his thoughts he nodded mostly to himself before very slowly getting up, his vision spun a bit but not much so he took it as a win. Jason guided him down the hall. It was spacious and had a classic, upscale feel. Tony would complain about places like this, always bashing the old-money vibe. As they approached the stairs, Jason helped Peter navigate the long steps, gripping his arm as they descended. At the bottom, Peter spotted two others in the hallway. One was tall, dark-skinned, and wore a yellow hoodie. The other looked exhausted, like he hadn’t slept in days, with messy black hair. Jason ignored them and kept walking, completely ignoring the other two people. 

Peter shook his head, trailing behind Jason until they reached two massive double doors. When Jason opened them, they revealed a stunning kitchen. Dark oak blended beautifully with stone, each detail intricately carved. In the center, an island held a bowl of fruit—a classic display with apples, oranges, and possibly peaches?

Peter sat down on one of the stools at the island as Jason headed towards the fridge fulling out a bowl and pulling off the plastic wrap, shoving it into the microwave for 3 minutes. 

“Hope you like soup Pete.” Jason remarked

“I do. As long as there’s no mint in it. Learned that the hard way…” Peter chuckled, remembering the embarrassing incident. His smile faded, feeling a bit sheepish. His spider-sense buzzed at the thought of mint. hueeghh…

Yeahhh, he’s not telling anyone about that. Ever. May had made him soup with some new recipe she found online but surprise surprise! He ended up vomiting, having a seizure, and passing out. Not fun.

Peter grimaced and cringed all in one expression, how? He doesn’t know, but Jason just laughed at him.

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Jason couldn’t hold back the laugh he was holding in while looking at the kid, he had both a grimace and a cringed expression that just made him look like a confused puppy-actually that’s a pretty accurate description. 

The microwave beeped, Jason grabbed a spoon and the bowl before setting it down in front of the kid, “No mint” Peter took the bowl and immediately dug in like it was his last and first meal ever. But considering that Jason's metabolism increased a lot after he got revived then it would make sense if the kid also had an increased metabolism as well.

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This soup? It's the best he's ever had. Seriously. Sorry, May, but it's true. As he spooned the last drop, a wave of sadness washed over him. He wanted more. But he held back. To them, he was just some random kid they decided to help, fulfilling a request from the vigilantes who found him. 

Holy cow, Jason's a vigilante.

Peter pushed that thought aside. He didn’t want to get tangled up in that world. Not now. Once he felt better, he'd be out of their hair. He’d figure out his next steps. Probably a way back to New York. But for now, he savored the lingering taste of that amazing soup, a warm comfort in the chaos.

BEHIND. FAMILIAR. CAUTIOUS.

Peter heard footsteps coming towards the kitchen, soon the door opened revealing the two teens from before. 

“Tim you can’t put Alfred in that sweater! Damien’ll kill you! Besides..It’s hideous.” Mustard guy said, begging insomnia-or Tim. 

“It’s not hideous, Duke! I made this myself, thank you!” Tim pouted.

Peter leaned against the counter, a smirk creeping onto his face. The playful bickering between Tim and Duke felt oddly comforting. It reminded him of home, of friends who would argue over the smallest things. 

Although, looking at the sweater in question he has to agree with Mustard/Duke, it IS hideous. It’s like someone put it into a blender, tried to fix it and failed. 

Duke rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. “Alfred deserves better than this,” he said, shaking his head. Tim huffed, defensive. “You just don’t appreciate true artistry!” The banter continued for a while until Jason coughed to get their attention.

“You morons going to introduce yourselves?” He raised an eyebrow and pointed his head to Peter who just realized he had been staring at them the whole time, his face flushed with embarrassment and he quickly looked away. 

Both Tim and Duke both awkwardly laughed before introducing themselves, “My names Tim Drake. Nice to meet you, hope your enjoying your unexpected stay here.” Tim joked.

Then Duke walked forward, “Sorry about the arguing, my names Duke. Nice to meet you man!” Duke had a bright smile, it reminded him of Ned whenever they would finish a new lego set together. The thought made his mood lower but he just smiled back and introduced himself, “Peter, Peter Parker. Nice to meet you both.” He strained a smile, his voice sounded better and felt better too thanks to the soup. But his throat still ached.

"Where are you from, Peter? If you don’t mind me asking." Tim plopped down beside him, and Duke settled next to Tim. They both towered over him, something he’d think about later.

“Queens, New York! Born an’ raised!” Peter said proudly, sure Queens wasn’t the best part of New York but it was still home-or, was. Technically if the spell worked and not just exploded on him then he probably doesn’t exist, he has no relatives. He could try talking to Ned and MJ to see if he could jog their memory like he’d promised-he’s getting off track.

"First time in Gotham?" Duke chimed in. Yes, it was his first time here. He’d never even heard of Gotham until now. If Jason was right about it being the most crime-ridden city in America, he would have known. "Yeah, I’ve never been outside New York unless it was for a field trip."

Thinking back, those trips never went smoothly. They always had some kind of disaster. His thoughts were interrupted by Tim, 

“What field trips have you gone on?” Tim asked, studying Peter closely.

CURIOUS. WARY. FRIENDLY?

“I went to DC once. That trip ended with the elevator breaking down. Then there was Italy… a building collapsed nearby, and I ended up with a dislocated shoulder.” 

Peter felt the weight of their stares. He was a terrible liar, but half-truths didn’t count. 

“Wait, does something go wrong every time you go on a field trip? Are you okay?” Duke asked, his frown showing real concern.

“Pretty much! But I'm fine!” he replied quickly, not wanting to worry them. They had just met, and he wasn't about to share every mishap from his past with them when he wasn’t planning on staying long.

“Alright, enough with the questions. The kid's still sick and needs to rest.” Jason shot a glare at the two teens, who just grinned back. “Wow, Jason actually caring! Is the sky falling?” Tim nudged Duke, who just shrugged. “I mean, he hasn’t roasted your ‘sweater’ yet, so maybe not.” Tim squawked in protest while Jason gave them the finger. “Jason, there are kids here!” Tim yelled, prompting Jason to press his hands together like a cross before heading over to Peter. “Come on, Pete. Let’s head back.” 

Peter nodded, a small smile creeping on his face at their silly banter. Jason turned back to Tim and Duke, waving. “Later, losers!” 

The walk up the stairs was tough. Jason practically had to carry Peter. It was a bit awkward. “I can do this myself, you know,” Peter mumbled, face red. 

“Sure, kid,” Jason teased. 

“Not a kid!” 

“Okay, kid.” 

Peter shot him a glare as Jason set him down at the top. Trying to walk faster, Peter stumbled, then slowed down again. It was frustrating how weak he felt because of a dumb fever.

Once they got to the bedroom Peter immediately went towards the bathroom, he needed to check out what the deal was with his height and he wanted a shower,

 “I’m gonna shower.” He shouted 

“You know how ta’?” Jason asked

“Of course I do! I’m not that sick!” Peter squawked

Jason just laughed and waved him off. As he stepped into the bathroom, he noticed something odd. The sink towered above him. “Either I’ve shrunk, or everything has grown,” he muttered to himself. 

With determination, Peter climbed onto the counter. The sight in the mirror made him freeze. He looked years younger—maybe nine or ten. ‘No wonder I’m so short!’ he thought, panic rising. “What happened?...” 

Frustration bubbled inside him. Before the bite, he was weak, small, had bad eyesight, constant nosebleeds, and bullying haunted him. But at least he still has his powers, he thinks. Tentatively, he pressed his hand against the counter. It stuck. Relief washed over him; he still had his powers. 

“Okay, so it must be Dr. Strange’s spell,” he reasoned. A small victory. But now comes the tricky part. “How do I shower without drawing attention?” 

He glanced at the shampoo, just out of reach. Climbing seemed risky. Jason might ask questions. “I’ll just wing it,” he decided. “If he asks, I’ll change the subject.” 

With a deep breath, Peter stripped off his clothes and stepped into the shower, oblivious to the scars that marked his body and the slight buzz of his spider-sense.

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If you have any suggestions for what the next chapter should entail please comment because I may have some ideas but I'm not creative and need help!

I hope you enjoyed this chapter and now I'll start chapter 4 and include any ideas you guys comment about that might help with the non-existant plot.

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