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From Afar | Peter Parker X Male Reader

Pairing: Peter Parker x Male Reader Word Count: 4749 Genre: Fluff Warning(s): Cursing

Summary: You liked Peter, a lot, and often admired him from afar, but when MJ urges you to take decisive action, you finally take a leap of faith and hope that he feels the same way as you.

A/N: The things I write just keep getting longer and longer, but I don’t know if they’re any better than the last. Any feedback is highly appreciated. Enjoy reading!

It was way too early in the morning to be dealing with heavy subjects.

While your grades never really struggled and were practically that of a model student, you had difficulty understanding the topics while in class. You would often prefer to study in your own time, in your own room or even just in the library, where you could peacefully collect your thoughts without external pressure and go about the lessons at your own pace.

As you came out of your calculus class, all you could feel was the strength leaving your body. The complex formulas and equations you needed to learn in the span of an hour always left you feeling light-headed. There was barely any time to recover as it would be followed by chemistry right after. However, there would always be the tiniest hint of the glint in your eyes, a small smile tugging at your lips whenever you remembered what chemistry had that calculus didn’t.

It had Peter Parker.

To say you liked him was an understatement—you were practically enamored and smitten with him. You first met him in the school’s decathlon team where the two of you had been paired a few times during practice rounds. Unlike your professors that basically demanded you to learn at the snap of a finger which always stressed you out during classes, training with Peter was like a dream. He always made sure to take the time to further explain the concepts to you whenever you seemed lost or confused. You never even had to tell him anything. He was simply perceptive and observant, understanding your expressions and reactions, and to say you were grateful would be putting it lightly. You owed him the chance to stay in the team after a few had voiced their concerns over your intellect.

Sure, he could be awkward at times, but there was a certain charm to him that you couldn’t quite place. The innocence and naivety ever so present in your short one-on-one trainings mixed with a hint of playfulness whenever he thought of a funny joke. He would easily get excited over the simplest things and always, always cheered you on without fail. Others might say he was timid, but at times, you would notice glimpses of his confidence seeping through when he answered a difficult question right, or when he managed to calculate a hard equation in his head. When that happened, his demeanor felt like that of a hero—one filled with courage and the strength to accomplish anything he put his mind into.

You were simply a tiny speck of dust floating in space, now helplessly drawn into his orbit.

And you couldn’t be happier.

It was so hard to not keep stealing glances or directly stare at him whenever you had the chance. Right now, you were satisfied just keeping your distance, only talking to him when necessary or when you two were grouped with others during projects. You knew that decathlon training would resume soon anyway as competitions were coming up.

Students began piling up inside the classroom, some greeting their friends along the way to their seats. You often sat at the back of the class, making sure that you were in the middle of the row in order to cover yourself and avoid being called up to answer some question you didn’t fully comprehend. You hated the unwanted attention and pressure that came with it.

Skipping to half an hour later after an uneventful discussion of concepts, everyone was busy taking notes of the lesson the professor was writing. Hearing the sound of pen on paper and the marker on the board as white noise, you knew that everyone would be too busy to notice other people around them. Now was an opportunity to sneak a peek, eyes desperately searching for him.

You found him sitting right beside the window, just two rows in front, the morning glow softly outlining his person. Rays of gold trickled down his brunette hair, illuminating part of the blue sweater that you knew all too well. While most of his face was obscured from your vision, one side remained visible to you, his brown eyes carefully scanning every word on the board. Sunlight revealed the dust gently floating around him, light playfully dancing around his skin as he constantly looked up and down, diligently taking notes.

Your eyes widened, your breath hitching at the sight.

God, he was so perfect.

You had intended to simply look in his direction then look away, but it was difficult to keep your eyes away from him. Not right now when he looked so extraordinarily gorgeous. As you continued to admire his presence, it felt like time was slowing down. The heat was rising to your cheeks and the feeling of butterflies in your stomach filled your senses.

Yet when he suddenly whipped his head around for whatever reason, his gaze turning to face you, your panic and reflexes kicked in so fast that you immediately snapped your head back to the board, followed by you looking down as you pretended to write something in your notebook.

Shit.

You were pretty sure that your eyes met for a split second. You really needed to stick to just stealing glances every now and then. There had been way too many close calls recently that it was impossible to not feel conscious or guilty of your actions. It wouldn’t even be that far-fetched to think that he’s already caught you staring at him from time to time.

Sometimes you could even feel anxiousness creeping up behind you, like someone was watching you from afar, which you knew was impossible. You eventually just passed it off as karma you inflicted to yourself and your over-active mind for all the times you stared at him.

Sinking your head down to your desk, you sigh, closing your eyes for a bit. Some rest would probably do you some good.

You once again caught yourself staring at Peter across the hallway from your locker as he conversed with his best friend, Ned. Yet you were a safe distance away from him and the hallway was filled with lots of students. Surely now would be safe to-

“Okay, seriously, you need to stop,” You thought to yourself, stopping yourself from bargaining any further as you awkwardly blinked a few times.

You were so preoccupied from your thoughts that you didn’t notice MJ approaching you from behind, her voice piercing through your thoughts. “Maybe if you take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“MJ!” You jolt, eyes wide in shock as you turn to face her. MJ wore a somewhat laid-back expression on her face, stifling back a chuckle from your reaction. She enjoyed the distinct power she had over other people, using the element of surprise to catch them off-guard.

You also met MJ in the school’s decathlon team, and while you had been paired with Peter a few times, it was MJ whom you were paired with the most. She was one of the smartest people on the team, and while she was also patient with you, she would sometimes let you figure stuff on your own. The independence was nice, and you figured she did that because as the team’s captain, she needed to balance how Peter helped you so you don’t grow too reliant on others.

You don’t really know if she would consider you a close friend, but you were somehow close enough and reached a point where you would have a few interactions with her throughout the day. You could even sit with her at the same table when you were alone, which was often, and she wouldn’t mind.

You sigh, trying to regain your composure in front of her. “You’ve got to stop doing that. You’re gonna scare me to death one of these days.”

MJ coolly shrugs, putting her hands inside her pockets. You could tell that something was on her mind, and it was more likely to be an inquiry than anything else. “So... what’s the deal between you and Peter?”

You gulp, suddenly feeling nervous. You were pretty sure that MJ was seeing right through you. She had a keen eye for anything suspicious and knew how to put two and two together. Even though that was the case, you weren’t going to give up without at least trying. So, you awkwardly put on the most convincing clueless face possible that you could muster within seconds. “Deal? I- ah- I don’t get what you mean.”

“Great, stumbling over your words. Very convincing.”

MJ squinted her eyes, in a way that you knew well. She was probably gauging and assessing your reaction. Honestly, she probably already knew you were lying. She was simply waiting for you to crack and come clean to her. So when your stubbornness got the better of her patience, she spoke again. “Y’know, you two aren’t exactly subtle.”

You blinked, keeping a calm facade. Internally though, you were a mess. So Peter had also been staring? That lingering feeling in the back of your mind wasn’t you just imagining it?

As if reading your mind, MJ chuckled, “You think you’re the only one doing what you’re doing?”

“What?” You mumbled, your eyes widening ever so slightly in surprise. “You mean… you mean he’s also, uh, been looking at me?” Confusion crept up your face as you spoke, your voice getting high-pitched, accompanied with a slight head tilt as you neared the end of your sentence.

MJ, on the other hand, was enjoying the power she had over you. A smirk playfully formed on her lips. “I knew it. So there is something going on.”

You roll your eyes good-naturedly before giving her a small smile. One person knowing wouldn’t hurt. “Well…? Was that, um, true?”

MJ’s gaze traveled to see Peter still with Ned near his locker as she spoke. “Why don’t you just ask him yourself? Doesn’t look that busy to me.”

You shook your head, “Yeah, I don’t know. I’m not even sure he’s into guys. Or maybe he just knows I’ve been doing it and he’s glancing back to tell me to quit it.” The last thing you wanted was for him to start avoiding you, even if you told yourself you were fine with keeping a distance.

“Then ask? No one’s stopping you.” There was a hint of frustration in her voice, like she’d known something for a long time that had worn out her patience.

“I know you’re dying to have an excuse to talk to him again. So, as the decathlon team’s captain,” MJ took a small piece of paper from her pocket, placing it between her index and middle fingers, some notes scribbled on it, “I’m making the both of you train a week earlier than everyone else. Learn these topics together before our first training.”

Has MJ been rooting for the both of you the entire time?

Taking the note from her fingers, you give her a short appreciative nod right before a thought comes up to your head. You lower your voice to barely a whisper as you step closer, “Do we actually have to study, or…?”

MJ chuckles, “I don’t really care if you two decide to study or not, we’re all gonna train together next week anyway. Or you could go along with it to have an excuse to spend more time together for a week.”

The sound of the bell echoed across the hallway, causing students to disperse and head to their respective classes.

Adjusting her backpack and clutching its straps, MJ gives her last words before leaving, “Just make sure you two sort it out.”

The possibility of this being an elaborate prank had crossed your mind, but from the time you’ve known MJ, she didn’t seem to be the type of person to do something like that.

After showing Peter the note with MJ’s instructions, the two of you agreed to study right away. While you originally planned to suggest the library, Peter invited you to study with him at his home instead, owing it to the large and complex diorama he had been working on for a history project which he didn’t want to leave unattended.

You honestly felt bad walking away from Ned earlier since you caught wind of a small part of their conversation. The two were seemingly excited to start on a Star Wars marathon that they had been planning for a while. Even though the two of you were already preparing yourselves for a short “asking questions back-and-forth” session, facing a small pile of books, notes out in the open at the desk you two had to share in his room, you still felt sorry for Ned and Peter about it, even if you were having the time of your life just next to Peter.

After constantly tapping the end of your pen to your notebook while you were consumed by your thoughts, you finally spoke up, “Uh, you know, we could’ve just skipped a day if you had plans with Ned, it’s not like MJ would mind if we did.”

Peter lifted his head up, slightly turning his body to face you before fully slouching in his swiveling chair. His expression simply read “Oh, you heard that?”

“No, no, it’s alright,” He chuckled, “I mean Ned and I have watched Star Wars a lot before and the competition’s coming up and if MJ thought we should start early, then we probably should, yeah?” Peter rambled, swiveling in his chair which came to a stop while he was in the middle of his sentence.

Unlike Peter’s chair, yours didn’t swivel, so you could only turn your body slightly to face him. “Well, if you say so. I guess I’m just confused why you’d willingly choose to study with boring ol’ me if you had the choice of having a movie marathon with Ned.”

It took Peter a while to process what you said as without meaning to, you accidentally spoke quicker than usual. “Are you saying that if you had the choice, you’d choose to watch with Ned instead cause studying with me is boring?”

“What- wait, no that’s-” You began stumbling over your words in embarrassment, “that’s not what I meant, you’re far from boring. I mean like studying with me is a lot less interesting compared to a movie.”

Peter moved his chair closer to the desk, placing his arms on it as he rested his head against his arms, his face turned to you. Even from the shadows you had cast on him as you blocked the sunset, you could clearly see the small smile on his lips that he gave you.

“You’re not boring either,” He softly said, “I like spending time with you too…”

As if realizing something from his words, he quickly sat back up, eyes widened in surprise, “Ah- well- it’s because I’m always with Ned, and you’re also a friend of mine, so- so yeah…” Rubbing the back of his neck, you can tell he felt awkward about something.

You felt like you had an idea of what it was, and it fell into two options.

But you didn’t know which one.

The two of you eventually got back to work, getting a few more minutes of studying to yourselves before the two of you decide to start throwing questions at one another. Still sitting on your chairs, the two of you place your books on your lap, held up by each of your hands. The two of you went from checking your books to meeting each other’s gaze every now and then, patiently waiting for someone to speak up.

It was always fun to see who would go first and what kind of question it was—would it be easy or difficult? Would it be an equation? Or a term that needed to be defined? Was Peter going to beat you to it, or would you manage to strike first?

Being with Peter like this made studying so much fun, a thought you never imagined you would say in a million years.

After being opened by a question from Peter, the two of you warmed up, finding a consistent rhythm, tossing questions back and forth. In one instance, you had just asked Peter an equation about physics, specifically centripetal force. He managed to solve it in his head, but his answer was incorrect.

You lift your head up to face him, intrigued by his answer. After waiting for a short while, you respond, “It’s zero.”

“Zero?” He asked, obviously confused. You lift your head up to meet his gaze, the two of you sharing a look. After shooting him an expectant gaze, with eyes widened and brows raised, the error of his calculation finally sinks into Peter’s head, his mouth opening in realization, “Ohhhhhh, right, okay.”

Eventually, Peter fully slouched in his seat, now at one side of the room. Pushing him and his chair backwards with his legs, he moves in front of you, slowly coming to a halt as he turns his head to hear your response to his question, making you identify the heaviest element in terms of atomic weight.

“...Oganesson?” You mumble, unsure of your answer.

You couldn’t help but jump in shock from how Peter reacted. “Yes!” He screamed, just from pure joy and excitement, raising his book high above his head as a grin formed on his face. “You remembered! Well done!”

His praises meant the world to you, and you would always feel so embarrassed right after.

When both of your backs started to hurt, Peter decided to occupy the top bunk of his bed, leaving you at the bottom bunk. Now fully laying down on his bed, you had just finished listing down the parts of a neuron when Peter sucked in a sharp breath with his teeth gritted together.

“You forgot the synapses,” He said, an arm wrapped around one of the railings of the top bunk where he positioned himself sideways to make sure you could still hear him clearly.

You blinked to yourself a few times, confused. “Wait, I did?”

He tries to show you the book he was holding by hanging it with his hand from the top bunk, turned to the exact page of the question. “Yeah, you got the dendrites, the cell body, axon and the axon terminal right, but you forgot them.”

You let out a puff of air in defeat, Peter retrieving his arm and book right after. Eventually, he speaks again. “When I need to list down parts, usually I’d try to remember what it looks like and where each thing is first and keep that image in my head so I don’t forget anything. It’s something I like to do when I can. I thought it might help.”

You smiled as he went on. Peter always gave you some tips he used himself, and while not all of them worked, some worked wonders for you and you had been using them ever since. Like the mnemonic he taught you for the taxonomic system of hierarchy, Dear King Philip Came Over For Good Spaghetti.

After a short while of silence, you remember that the sun had already set a few hours ago and the two of you have been studying for hours. “Hey, you wanna take a break?”

“Yeah, sure,” Peter replied, the sheets above shifting. You didn’t really know if he laid down because you didn’t hear the sound of the bed frame squeaking, which it would do when weight is suddenly added to one of the mattresses.

Peter actually just turned himself around, previously leaning on the railing with his body sideways. He now sat upright, facing the railing now in front of him, as was the room just below him. “How’s your semester been?”

You just sighed from his question, exhaustion washing over your body. “Not much, still struggling with getting stuff from classes and not really having much to do after them aside from studying and playing games. I feel like I’m stuck in a loop.”

“Well, why not hang out with me and Ned sometimes?” Peter asked, pouting to himself as he waited for your reply.

“I wouldn’t want to bother you two with me, it’s fine, really.”

“No, I’m serious!” The eagerness in Peter’s voice surprised you, “You’re really fun to hang out with and I’m sure Ned would be happy to have you and have you turn to the dark side.”

You chuckle, “The dark side?”

“Yeah, like,” He struggled to find the exact word to describe it once, “well, turn you into a Star Wars fan, for one.”

As Peter continued on, describing all of the things Ned meant when he said the “dark side,” Peter’s voice eventually got all echoey, as if you were being pulled away from him, your mind drowning in the sea of your thoughts. Though you were really enjoying your time studying with Peter, you knew that you had only been focusing on it because you really wanted to delay the inevitable question for as long as possible, knowing that it could’ve ended today a lot earlier than you wanted if he didn’t feel the same. MJ’s voice had constantly been lingering in your head for hours.

“Just make sure you two sort it out.”

You were a mess inside your head. The only thing you were going off of was MJ’s observations and Peter telling you himself that he likes spending time with you, both of which seemed unreliable—MJ, as cool as she was, is definitely not infallible, and you might have just blown what Peter told you out of proportion and he actually meant it in a platonic way.

“...[Y/N]? Hey [Y/N?]” Peter calling out your name pulled you from your thoughts, your mind returning to the room as you gazed upon the bunk bed. “Are you okay? You got kinda quiet,” His voice was one full of concern.

“Hey Peter,” You call for him, lips quivering while sitting yourself upright, wrapping your arms around your knees close to your chest. “I- I kind of have something to ask you.”

You take a deep breath, patiently waiting for his response. You just needed to take a leap of faith and hope that he also felt the same way.

It was now or never.

“Yeah?” He answered in reply, and though you couldn’t see him, you could tell he was also nervous.

It was really difficult to stay calm in the heat of the moment. All you could do was helplessly listen to yourself as your voice trembled. “I… I really like you, and I’ve kind of just been watching you from afar, like sometimes, but I honestly feel like you’ve caught me doing it several times, a- and it’s really weird but I wanted to keep my distance since I didn’t know if you even liked boys so I didn’t approach you that much-”

You couldn’t help but stop yourself as you were now full-on rambling. You needed to breathe.

Regaining some semblance of composure, you managed to push through and continue. “A- anyway, what I’m trying to say is… would you maybe want to, uh, go out… on like… a date. With me?”

“Wait,” His head immediately popped up from the top bunk upside down, catching you off-guard. “You- you really do?” His eyes appeared to shine with excitement, filled with anticipation for your reply.

Your eyes, on the other hand, were just wide in surprise. Did he actually feel the same way? You were too nervous to speak, so you just eagerly nodded at him. A wide grin slowly made its way to Peter’s face right before he turned around, doing a backflip to get back on the ground.

He eventually joined you on the bottom bunk, sitting right in front of you as his brown eyes met with yours, filled with nothing but adoration for one another. He wore a soft smile, one that could light up the universe, making your heart melt even further. His usually neat, brown hair was now messy from hanging upside down earlier, locks of his hair slightly covering his forehead, some sticking upward. Even when he just changed into a grey pullover and a pair of sweatpants, he still manages to take your breath away.

“I… I really like you too. I couldn’t tell you because I was worried you didn’t feel the same either.” Tugging the sleeves of his sweater, Peter had to look away for a moment, finally breaking under your gaze. “And I’ve kind of been... watching you from afar as well. Did you ever notice?”

“I had a feeling someone had been watching, but I never really saw you doing it,” You respond, answering his question. So the karma you had been feeling was Peter all along. What a twist.

Rubbing the back of his neck with his hand, Peter faces you once more and smiles, “Sorry, I, uh, kind of saw you earlier today.”

The heat began to rise to your cheeks from embarrassment, remembering you had been so obvious for so long. “Just now? Were there any other times?”

“M- maybe a few…” Peter had to clear his throat as he recounted the few times he had caught you looking, but he didn’t really think anything of them until after he also started developing feelings for you.

“I’m so sorry,” You mutter, burying your face in your knees. After Peter started chuckling, you raised your head slightly to allow your eyes to see him, creases forming on the sides of his eyes. You were certain his eyes had almost disappeared into an eye smile as he burst into genuine laughter. No, it wasn’t one that mocked you, but rather one that felt warm and fuzzy. His laugh was almost melodic, soft and filled with wholesomeness. It felt like a warm embrace, arms wrapping all around you—just like he did right now.

“Thank you,” he muttered, “for having more courage than I ever will.”

After some time, the two of you settled on watching a movie together. The lights on Peter’s room were now turned off, his laptop placed a few ways in front of you. You and Peter were next to each other, shoulders almost being squeezed from how close you two were. Your fingers brushed against his every time one of you slightly shifted. You weren’t really sure if Peter was comfortable going any further, but you were completely okay with whatever he decides is too far.

So when he suggested that the two of you cuddled because, in his own terms, “It would probably be a lot more comfortable,” you were taken by surprise. No confusion or disgust, just surprised.

“A- are you sure?” You ask him, still unsure as you didn’t have experience with it either, “I’m fine with it, but you don’t have to if-”

“No, I… I’m fine with it too.”

After the two of you agreed, it took a while to find out what felt most comfortable, trying out a number of positions, some seemingly more ridiculous than the last. Eventually, after much shifting and experimenting underneath the covers, the two of you ended up with one that you were both happy with. Your left hand on his right shoulder, body slightly turned towards him with your left leg wrapped around his, head just below his chin as his left arm wrapped around you, his left hand meeting with his right one at your waist.

“Is… is this okay?” You softly ask him again to be sure, lifting your head up to see his face.

“Yeah,” He muttered, turning to face you. “This feels nice.”

Here in this moment, all you could think about was how lucky you were. If time suddenly stopped, you would be content and happy to know it was right now, where the both of you felt most peaceful—just spending time together inside Peter’s room, cradled in each other’s arms as a comfortable blanket covered half your bodies, quietly watching a movie with the glow from the laptop and the city lights serving as the only way to see around the dark room.

Once you looked up, all you could see was him.

There was no longer a need for you to watch and admire him from afar,

Because you could finally do that while you were in his arms.

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moment-in-sparks · 4 years ago

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hi i just wanted to say your writing is really well done i love it!! i loved your recent headcanons and peter parker fic :]

oh my god i somehow did not see i got a message until now, im so sorry anon ;-;

that aside, im truly glad and honored that you enjoyed my works! i was so nervous to see how people would receive them, but im happy to know that it at least made someone happy <3 thank you so much!

#felix talks sometimes #ask felix

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i tend to go back and edit some of the stuff i write cause im never satisfied so if you refresh and find a new part suddenly added/removed im terribly sorry :>

#update no one asked for #felix talks sometimes

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Hard Truths | Peter Parker x Stark!Male Reader

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Male Reader Word Count: 2208 Genre: Angst (A little fluff at the end I think?) Warning(s): MCU movie spoilers (Endgame + Far From Home), inaccurate suturing (?)

Summary: Peter’s scene in Far From Home where he breaks down but Stark has a son who’s also Peter’s boyfriend and is the one to reassure him instead of Happy.

A/N: Honestly this seemed better in theory.

“Is it you?” Peter slowly took steps towards you, his voice wavering as he went to meet you halfway. “Is it really you?”

When Peter called you to come meet him in the Netherlands, you were excited to see the stupid smile on his face, fall into his arms, and be wrapped into a tight hug.

So when you were met with a shivering Peter, reluctance and fear evident in his eyes, on top of the wound on his face—which was most likely not the only injury that needed attention—it was enough to shatter your heart into a million pieces.

Only after you recounted the shared memory of your first kiss did he start moving towards you, but even then, he struggled.

Falling into your arms, Peter buried his face in your neck as he went limp, which you could only assume was from exhaustion. His shallow breaths fanned your neck, but were quickly replaced by quiet sobs. You were sure that tears had begun welling in his eyes.

You tightly wrapped your arms around him, slightly turning to meet Happy’s gaze who had been waiting by the steps of the jet. You could tell from his pensive expression that he was just as worried for Peter as you were.

Gently stroking Peter’s hair as you turned your attention back to him, trying your best to soothe him, you could only think of one question.

What the hell happened to him?

“Here’s the bandages,” Happy dropped off the supplies on the table beside you while you worked on stitching the wounds Peter had on his back.

You quietly thanked him as you went back to work, focusing on completing the task while trying to be as gentle as possible.

While the idea of joining your dad on the “hero gig” never interested you, you were no stranger to patching up the grazes and lacerations that the Avengers would acquire after missions. Tony would call the small room you had in the now defunct tower and compound the “School Clinic.” While you would have preferred to have patched Peter up with your usual tech, you didn’t bring them with you for some reason so you had to resort to doing so using a first aid kit.

You knew Peter deserved better care than this. One that was quick and painless. Your mind was having a difficult time focusing as it drifted off to berate yourself while still working on Peter.

You’re Spider-Man’s boyfriend.

You pushed the needle under his skin.

“Ouch,” Peter yelped, but you couldn’t hear him over your thoughts.

Why wouldn’t you bring your stuff when he calls for you?

You proceeded to pull it out on the other side, the suture following shortly.

Of course he could be injured.

You aimed the sharp edge of the needle to a new patch of skin, preparing to puncture his skin once more.

You idiot!

“Ow!” Peter groaned as the needle sunk under his skin once more, your eyes widening in surprise as his voice pulled you back from your thoughts.

“Sorry, sorry! My bad,” You apologize, pausing for a moment to calm yourself. “You can relax now, we’re almost done with this one.”

While you continued, you noticed Peter’s breathing becoming heavier than normal, his muscles slowly tensing up. His reactions were making it difficult for you to continue, but you’ve had experience working with far more stubborn individuals—ask Steve, Nat, or Clint. Eventually though, you finished, cutting the excess suture with a clean pair of scissors.

“Okay, we’re done with this one now.”

You hear him breathe a sigh of relief, his muscles visibly loosening up at your words. As he attempted to rub his entire face with the palms of his hands, a quick tap on his shoulder and a hiss from you stopped him in his tracks. You knew his hands were dirty and contact with the wound on his face was a recipe for an infection.

As you tried to start working on another wound, Peter tensed up again. You rested a comforting hand on his shoulder, “Pete, you need to relax.”

“Don’t tell me to relax [Y/N]!” You had never seen Peter lash out before, and it took you by surprise. His voice threatened to crack which you could only assume was due to the overwhelming pain and frustration in his voice that was difficult to ignore. “How can I relax when I messed up so bad?”

“I trusted Beck, right? I thought he was my friend, so I gave him the only thing that Mr. Stark left behind for me, and now he’s going to kill my friends and half of Europe, so please, do not tell me to relax.”

Peter’s breathing was heavy, almost as if he had been running from something in ages without a break.

Eventually, he dropped to a nearby seat, calming himself down as he placed his hands in front of him. He tightly held them together as he stared off into the distance, several thoughts running through his head.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry… I shouldn’t shout.” Peter mumbled, realizing that he was a step too far. He was worried that he might have taken you by surprise or accidentally hurt you, both of which were the last things he wanted to do when all you’ve done so far was try to help him.

“I just really miss him. Everywhere I go… I see his face. And the whole world is asking who’s gonna be the next Iron Man.” Peter hung his head, refusing to meet your eyes.

“I don’t know if that’s me, [Y/N], I’m not Iron Man.” The pain in his voice hit you like a ton of bricks. The wide-eyed Peter you knew had been quietly suffering from so much pressure that it threatened to break him completely.

You sat still in your chair as you gave Peter a moment to himself. You had felt like Peter wasn’t telling you something for the past couple of months, but hearing him break down when it should have been so obvious to you made you feel so useless. You were supposed to be there for him when it mattered, but you fear you just might be too late.

All you wanted to do was to encourage and reassure him.

Even though you didn’t know how you were going to console him, your mouth just began to open on its own, and before you knew it, you were reminiscing and speaking gently. “When I was young, dad asked me if I wanted to be a superhero like him and I told him no.”

You shook your head to the memory. “He didn’t bring it up again. Never told me I had to follow his footsteps, never pressured me to be the ‘next’ Iron Man.”

Peter slowly turned his head to face you, and all you could see was the pain in his eyes. Tears that have welled up in them were threatening to fall, but he stood his ground and met your comforting gaze. You knew you had to tread carefully.

“When…” You had to shut your eyes tight for a moment. Tony’s death still hurts you, and it probably will for years, even if his death brought possibly billions of lives back—including yours and Peter’s.

Your lips quivered as you sighed, hanging your head while pushing yourself to continue, feeling his gaze steadily fixed on you. “When he passed, I guess that’s the burden he left us without meaning to. People just assume one of us is going to replace him because we’re similar to him in some way. They can’t accept that he’s gone.”

“But he’s gone now, Peter. And no matter how hard anyone tries, no one’s ever going to be him, and no one will ever match how his weird brain works.”

“Heck, I’m his son and I still don’t fully understand the enigma that’s my dad.” You quipped, chuckling again to mask the pain you still felt over your loss.

You move out of your chair, moving closer to Peter. You stop just a few inches short in front of him, dropping to your feet. The two of you never once broke eye contact—you wanted to hold it for as long as you could. As much as it hurt to see him look so lost, confused, and hurt, you wanted to show that you were there for him.

You gently take his hands in yours, “And I really think you need to hear this: You’re just never going to be him. You’re never going to be Iron Man.”

“Dad did a lot of great things, I know you know that, but he wasn’t perfect. He doubted himself and made lots of other mistakes in his life.”

With his hands still in yours, you give them a firm grip, one that hopefully reassures him. “If there’s one thing I know for certain though, Dad choosing you was not one of them. He chose you because he knew you’d be better and you won’t make the same mistakes he did.”

You give him a small smile right after. “And even if he makes his own mistakes, the Peter I know will do his best to set them right. And I know Dad believes in that too.”

Peter had been quiet the entire time, carefully studying your expression. It was evident that he had been taking your words in, contemplating his place in the world and what he could do right now.

He couldn’t break down and give up now when it mattered.

“Your friends need you right now and a deranged jerk just stole your tech. What are you gonna do about it?”

You were right—he needed to set things straight.

He’s Peter Parker. He’s Spider-Man.

“... I’m gonna kick his ass.”

After borrowing Happy’s phone and finding out that the trip had been moved to London, courtesy of Flash’s live, Happy stood up, rushing to get to the cockpit, “London, okay.”

“I need a suit!” Peter added, seemingly finding his confidence back.

“Suit?” Happy turned back to face Peter, right before you and Happy shared a knowing look. You give Happy a nod as he goes off to open another section of the jet—a small workshop similar to what Tony frequently used in your old home. It was different, but somehow familiar at the same time. You knew Peter felt that way too.

As the two of you approached it together, the holograms slowly flickered to life. All you could think of was how happy you were to see the excitement flash across Peter’s features once more. You would hate for him to lose what made him… well, him.

“Okay,” Peter spoke, eyes wandering the workshop, “bring up everything you have on Spider-Man.”

Remembering a previously scrapped idea you had for a suit which probably didn’t make it in the database, you spoke up. “I think I have a good idea for your suit.”

“Hmm, I think I can do this myself.”

You knit your brows together, clearly annoyed. “You think you can make suits better than me?”

“Didn’t you say yourself that you don’t want to be a superhero? How would you know what’s best if you haven’t experienced it?” Peter teased, a smirk forming on his face as he waited for all the holograms to load fully in front of him.

“That has nothing to do with my suit building skills.” You said, feigning offense by placing your hand on your chest. “I know science and I helped build your Iron Spider Suit! Which by the way, would make this entire mission a lot easier if you brought it.”

“But the case is heavy!”

“Excuses, Parker, excuses. You can literally stop a car with your strength.”

“You know they’ll ask me about it in the airport, right?”

“...Hey Happy, can we swing by New York real quick?”

“But there’s no time!”

“Kidding,” You giggle at him, “Let’s just focus on building a new one.”

Peter was now scrolling through a holographic list of completed suits as you turn your back towards him to pull up some more holograms to the station opposite to his, scrolling through a holographic list of your own as you try to recreate your unsaved idea.

A while later, Peter tries to turn to his left to face you, wearing the hologram of the web shooter on his wrist, while you turn to your right to face him, carrying a hologram of a proposed schematic for better blast and projectile protection. While the two of you meant to talk to each other, both of you notice Happy watching you from afar.

“What?” You and Peter ask him at the same time, sharing a quick look right after, the heat rising to your cheeks.

As you turned to face Happy again, he’s shaking his head, “Nothing. You guys take care of the suit, I’ll take care of the music.”

In his head though, all Happy could feel was Tony’s presence coming from you and Peter while working together. He knew that if Tony were here, he would have been so happy to have the both of you continuing his legacy.

Especially since it’s the two of you.

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Marvel Masterlist

Last updated: 23/08/2021

「PETER PARKER」

» One Shots

Who Said We Had to Escape?

Male Reader | 2.6k

You finally gather the courage to ask Peter on a date. He decides to start off in an escape room, but there’s nowhere to hide when things take an embarrassing turn—for you, at least.

Hard Truths

Male Reader | 2.2k

Peter’s scene in Far From Home where he breaks down but Stark has a son who’s also Peter’s boyfriend and is the one to reassure him instead of Happy.

From Afar

Male Reader | 4.7k

You liked Peter, a lot, and often admired him from afar, but when MJ urges you to take decisive action, you finally take a leap of faith and hope that he feels the same way as you.

» Headcanons

When You Overwork Yourself and Get Sick | Male Reader

「STEPHEN STRANGE」

» One Shots

Release imminent…

» Headcanons

When You Overwork Yourself and Get Sick | Male Reader

How Stephen Strange Falls For You | Male Reader

「THOR ODINSON」

» Headcanons

When You Overwork Yourself and Get Sick | Male Reader

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How Stephen Strange Falls For You | Marvel Headcanons

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Male Reader Genre: Fluff Warning(s): None? I think? Maybe the tiniest bit of angst? Can you even call it that? IDK

A/N: My first headcanon with him was kind of before he was the magical Doctor Strange we know today, so as an apology, here’s a headcanon that features a more recent Doctor Strange!

You just moved to a small apartment in New York City and desperately needed a job

Honestly, if it weren’t for your kind neighbor—bless her soul—who referred you to her workplace, you probably wouldn’t have found a job

It was at a grocery store, but you were grateful nonetheless

At least you could finally pay your bills and be able to eat enough meals

Understanding that you needed lots of connections to survive in this city, you figured making a few acquaintances wouldn’t hurt

Lo and behold, the store you were working at had an opening for their delivery services

You figured it’d give you the chance to meet people, and the extra pay wouldn’t hurt

So you immediately take the job before anyone had the chance to

Wong enjoys his tuna melt a lot

He goes through several of them each day

Usually in just one sitting

Strange is just perplexed as to how he doesn’t ever get sick of them

Naturally, this means he has to go out of his way to buy more for Wong

He is so tired of having to come back to the grocery every other day to stock up on them

He had more important otherworldly matters to attend to

Like constantly monitor other beings

Wanda and Loki I love yall so much but what have you guys done

He tried telling Wong to get them himself, but the conversation just went

“Someone needs to stay and guard the multiverse”

To which Strange replied, “I can literally do that myself”

Wong just blinked, staring at him for a few seconds before meekly replying “...You could use a break”

Eventually, Strange’s patience wore thin, and remembering that they were in New York City, having someone deliver your groceries for you wasn’t unheard of

How he didn’t think of it sooner boggles him and he starts treating it as some kind of breakthrough

Time in Kamar-Taj really taught this man that the little things in life truly make it better

Like taking the first sip of coffee in the morning and it’s just the right temperature,

The crunching sound the leaves make when you step on them,

A warm shower after a long day,

And how you, a complete stranger, would constantly ask him about his day without fail

Honestly at first, he just found you annoying since normally, people just mind their own business

He was sure that when you first met, you were confused and speculating about his life due to his clothes

And you kind of were

I mean, you expected to be greeted by a butler

Since the “townhouse” which was actually the sanctum looked so fancy and seemed like it would be owned by someone who has amassed a large fortune over the years

Yet you came face to face with a man who you assumed was in his 30s

Wearing a blue robe and… a red cloak?

The first thought that came to your mind was that maybe a costume party was happening

Or that he had children to entertain

Honestly you inquiring about his day was somewhat of an accident

Yes, you wanted to make connections through your job, but not by awkwardly asking others how their day went

You just randomly blurted it out while he was trying to get the money to pay you

“So… how’s your day been?” You ask him in possibly the most awkward voice ever

When you did, he was shocked, but you didn’t really catch that as he still seemed to look at you with apathy

Ah yes, eye contact, wonderful

You had to avert your gaze as you couldn’t stand the awkwardness

Even though he replied with “Okay,” you weren’t really sure if that was a response to your inquiry or it was him expressing that he had finally taken the money out from his pocket

This basically went on for a few weeks and has become quite the routine for you

However, you slowly begin to find your footing and shake off the awkward feeling just by talking

He had also begun tolerating your presence—back then, during the first few days, he would just slam close the door immediately after giving you payment,

Sometimes without even saying goodbye or a thank you...

He does tip you generously though DOCTOR MONEY COME THROUGH

But now he actually listens to you when you start explaining your day to him and the things you experienced in New York

All of which were attempts to encourage him to tell you about him

Strange couldn’t help but appreciate your presence and your efforts to get him to talk

The closest thing this man has to any human interaction is probably with Wong, and we all know how serious he can get at times

Even though Strange barely says anything back to you after bringing his groceries every other day to his doorstep, hearing your excitement kind of gives him a warm, fuzzy feeling

Whenever you would recount your experiences, you always seemed so giddy and excited since you had never been to a city like New York before

It was so infectious that it managed to get through to Strange

Honestly you reminded him of a golden retriever

Back then he would dread the day when the delivery guy would come in, but now he just had something to look forward to

However, since Strange doesn’t say much, you begin to think that maybe he doesn’t talk because you keep talking his ear off and not giving him the chance to speak

Even though he was one of your regulars, he was the only regular that you hadn’t gotten to know more

Your other regulars had begun being more cordial and friendly towards you, telling you stuff about their lives and sometimes offering you a snack or two,

But you still knew nothing about Strange other than the occasional wise words

Or possibly references you just didn’t understand

So you decide to just shut up and let him talk for once

Holding the box of groceries in one hand, you ring the bell and come face to face with him again

After sharing hellos, you share a little bit of your day

“What about you? Anything interesting today?” You ask him, making sure to cut your story off to give him enough time to speak

Strange noticed how you seemed to be more reserved than usual, and even though he wants to reply, he doesn’t really know what to say???

Like, does he say, “Oh you know, the universe has just started branching off but there don’t seem to be any great anomalies at the moment?”

So he just stood there in typical fashion which was

Drum roll...

Complete and utter silence!

You slightly pout and instead take the chance to take a look inside since the door was already wide open anyways

You briefly see a grand staircase in the middle and a bunch of seemingly display cases upstairs,

Your eyes just widen in excitement, "This place seems cool! Is this a museum?"

Strange doesn’t really know what else to tell you so he just says "Yes"

"Then why aren't you guys ever open?" You asked, since you would usually deliver groceries in the morning or afternoon and not once have you seen others coming in or out

There was just complete silence between the both of you

Strange slightly cringes, and speaks up again, "Actually, no we're not”

He proceeds to take the box from your hands, “I’ll just be taking this and... Bye bye"

And closes the door in your face

…

"Uhhh, you- umm, you forgot to pay me?"

You continue these interactions for a few more meetings,

And now you two were pretty much back where you started

Just awkward pauses peppered all over your interactions

You thought to yourself, maybe you should return to carrying the conversation yourself

At night, Strange is just constantly pacing around in his quarters, understanding that something was wrong

He just doesn’t know what to tell you about him

One night, he just begins piecing things together

He thought that maybe you staying away might be for the best

He’s dealing with threats from a multiverse that he doesn’t fully understand himself

He wouldn’t want to put you into any real danger

But the idea of never seeing you again,

How you would always greet him with a smile,

The way your eyes shine and light up in excitement as you recount your day,

And how you would always stop yourself to hear him clearly whenever he spoke,

It angers and saddens him at the same time, making him clench his fists

...Wait

He abruptly stopped in his tracks, brows furrowed, obviously deep in thought

He rested his chin on his right hand, his elbow supported by his left hand

…

No, he’s just feeling that way because he doesn’t want to lose the chance of being your friend

In his words, “He’s a fun guy to be around”

That’s all there was to it

So when you told him that you got promoted and won’t have to do any deliveries anymore,

Why did it feel like he just got stabbed?

Why did his chest suddenly feel so tight?

Why did it hurt him so much?

As much as he tried to deny it so many times,

Deep down, Strange already knew the answer

Maybe he was way past the point of no return

Because he’s already fallen for you

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Who Said We Had to Escape? | Peter Parker x Male Reader

Pairing: Peter Parker x Male Reader Word Count: 2614 Genre: Fluff Warning(s): None

Summary: You finally gather the courage to ask Peter on a date. He decides to start off in an escape room, but there’s nowhere to hide when things take an embarrassing turn—for you, at least.

A/N: This ended up being longer than I expected... like a thousand words more. Enjoy!

Legend: [S/C] = Skin color, [E/C] = Eye color, [H/C] = Hair color

Peter seemed to be more stressed than usual, which was completely understandable—in addition to his responsibilities as Spider-Man, he also needed to make sure that his studies weren’t affected in any way as it was also exam week. Peter was definitely one of the smartest students in Midtown High, but he understood that being smart without putting in any effort can only go so far, especially in such a competitive environment.

So, when you noticed the slight change in his demeanor and how he seemingly had no time to spare, you decided to promise him a date after exams. Like a small way to get him to relax and celebrate getting through the week. You didn’t really get to talk about the specifics since you had this brilliant idea of just passing him a note about it while in class. Since exams were finally over and he seemed to be doing a lot better than before, you figured it would be a good time to ask and maybe help him completely loosen up.

The original plan was to ask him again right after the last exam of the day, yes, but for some reason you had delayed it a few days longer than intended. There was a reason why you gave him the message through a note.

You were nervous.

Sure, you and Peter had been on dates before, but usually, it was him asking you out. It was you who sent that note, so Peter probably didn’t want to ask you about it again since this time, it was your turn to bring it up.

Knowing him though, he was most likely waiting anxiously for you to bring it up again.

It was a quiet night as you pondered over your next step inside your room. Your elbow rested on the windowsill, supporting the hand that cupped one side of your face. Your phone was on your other hand, with Peter’s chat open.

[ are u there? ] You shoot him a text.

And what do you know, your previous theory was right. Literally a second after you sent the message, the word “Seen” could visibly be seen below your chat bubble.

[ Whats up :) ] He replied.

[ :0 ] You replied, the next four messages also coming from you.

[ that was fast ]

[ do u think u can come over really quick? ]

[ i wanted to talk to u abt sumn ]

[ kind of important? ]

The typing animation played before showing his response. [ Give me a few mins ]

In anticipation for his arrival, you decided to open your window and pulled back the curtains, allowing the cool, night breeze to hit your [S/C] skin. You figured since the open window was also an open invitation for him to come straight inside, you’d just wait near your bed.

Just as he had said, the familiar sound of webs being shot caught your attention after a few minutes. Peter saw the open window granting direct access and decided to show off by swinging directly into your room.

His entrance left a lot to be desired as Peter stumbled on his way over to you, the momentum too great for him to stop on his own. He almost lost his balance if you hadn’t placed your hands on his shoulders to stop him. The two of you chuckled for a bit, looking away as you both tried collecting yourselves. Peter was glad his mask was still on as it helped hide the heat rising to his cheeks.

Even though the two of you had been together for a few months now, awkwardness still managed to seep its way to your interactions. Put one shy, awkward boy with another shy, awkward boy, and you’ve got yourself a couple.

A couple of dorks.

Peter then cleared his throat, finally finding the confidence to speak, “Hey.”

“Yeah… hey.”

“So…” He paused as he removed his mask, allowing you to see the full face of your boyfriend. “You said you had something important to say, right?”

“Ah,” Your eyes fell to his suit, awkwardly drawing in a sharp breath before continuing, “actually it’s probably not as important now that I’m thinking about it. Sorry I had to pull you out of your patrols.”

“No, no, it’s fine, I was just about finished anyway. What did you wanna say?”

Your gaze fell to the floor, trying to find the right words. “I just thought that, uh, since, y’know, exams are finally over, I was thinking… maybe we could finally go on that date?” You constantly stumbled over your words, your voice getting quieter each passing second.

“Only if you want to and if you’re not busy or anything!” Only then did your voice go back to normal and you were finally able to face him again.

You swore you had never seen Peter smile that broadly, save for that time you agreed to go out with him.

“Yeah, we could!” He stammered, clearly giddy and excited. “No, I mean, we definitely should! You wouldn’t mind if I chose what we’re gonna do, right?”

You just gave him a small smile and shook your head, “Go ahead.”

“Great!” He then turned his back to you, before turning to face you again. “There’s this really cool—Ah, you know what, maybe I’ll save if for-”

He was interrupted by the beeping sound coming from his suit, alerting him of a crime.

“Looks like you have some fans dying to meet you,” you teased, chuckling right after.

“Sorry about that,” he replied, scratching the back of his head. You quietly tell him that it was fine, motioning him to don his mask once more.

He was almost ready to exit your room through the window and was halfway through when he stopped. “I’ll, uh, see you after school then.”

You just nodded your head in response as Peter jumped out, swinging off into the distance.

“Is it starting?” You asked, looking around the room. It looked like something you would see in a stereotypical grandmother’s house—gaudy patterned wallpapers, a clock on the wall, a patterned sofa, some bookshelves, a couple of end tables, a coffee table with a tea set and a small box, a vault, and a mirror above what seemed to be a dresser.

Peter just nodded, “Yup, c’mon, we have to start looking for clues.”

After your last class for the day, Peter decided to start your off in an escape room. You were honestly pretty excited when you found out, but realized that Peter would probably do most of the solving and deciphering. However, you didn’t really want to leave everything up to him, so you also started looking inside the dresser while Peter checked the bookshelf.

The two of you managed to open the box after obtaining a key which was previously in a hidden compartment inside a dresser. Inside the box was a piece of paper with the number 6 written on it.

“You think it’s the six copies of the same book on the shelf?” Peter asked, his eyes focused on the paper.

You nodded in agreement. “Yeah... but there’s two shelves that fit that category.”

“Don’t forget the six magazines on that end table.”

“Okay... well that’s a lot.”

After checking all of the books and the magazines, the two of you found a number at the very last page of each book. You knew that the books with the same copies have their numbers go together as a code which you can punch in to open the vault. The problem was that you didn’t know what order each number should go in.

Peter figured that there would be 720 combinations… for one group of 6 numbers. Since there were three groups of 6 numbers, there would be a whopping total number of…

“...2160 combinations.” Peter sighed, flopping down on the sofa. “Do you think these clues are a red herring?”

“Most likely,” You shrugged, “There’s no way they would make guests go through… 2160 combinations.”

“Well it’s not like there are other clues, right?”

You held the paper you and Peter had written the numbers into. “Do you want me to try them till… I dunno, time runs out?”

“Yeah, sure. Maybe we’d get lucky.”

You sat on the floor and started punching in the numbers to the vault, starting with the first group. Every time you finished a combination, the vault would give an unsatisfying beep which you and Peter associated with rejection. You both did so well during the first part, but you hit a block and were soon left with 5 minutes.

Peter, who was previously slouched on the sofa, eventually sat back up. “I am so sorry, in my head this part of the date seemed a lot more fun than just punching in numbers to a vault.”

You stopped punching in numbers as you chuckled, standing back up as you walked towards him, “Hey, it’s fine. You’re not the worst person to get stuck with.”

“Thanks?” There was confusion evident in his voice. “Does that mean I’m the best?” This time though, there was a slight hint of cockiness in his voice.

You just shrugged, teasing him, “Maybe… if you got us to escape, maybe you’d be the best.”

“Ouch,” He pretended to have his heart stabbed, placing his hand on his chest, “but you’re my boyfriend! You’re supposed to agree with me.” He pouted once he finished.

You just giggled, “Come on, we need to focus. We have less than 5 minutes left to escape.”

With a cheeky grin on his face, he answered, “Who said we had to escape?”

The look of confusion on your face said it all.

“We can just…” He reached out for your hand, intertwining yours with his as he motioned for you to step closer. His voice got quieter as he continued, “I dunno, spend time together and stay in each other’s arms till time runs out?” His arms then snaked around your waist, hugging you tightly as he buried his head in your chest.

Was he serious?

What… what was he thinking?

“Petey,” You gently cup his warm face with your hands, making him look up and face you directly, “you realize they can see and hear us, right?”

Peter just blinked at your question. “Yeah…?”

His brown eyes locked with your [E/C] ones. There was nothing but silence as you let your words slowly sink in. Peter’s probably the smartest person you know, but sometimes he’s slow to pick up on cues.

Eventually, Peter’s brows began to furrow, putting two and two together. His eyes shifted uncomfortably, looking around the room before finally stopping to meet yours once more. “Wait… Did you think I was suggesting something else?”

“What?”

The heat suddenly rose to your cheeks, realization dawning upon you as you stepped back from him in embarrassment.

“No… no, I didn’t, I was just… making sure!” You had begun stumbling over your words as Peter’s laughter filled the previously dead room with life.

“Oh my god, you really were!”

“No, no I didn’t!” You had to cover your face with your hands. “Get your head out of the gutter, Parker!”

God, you just wanted to crawl under a rock and die.

Peter was having the time of his life, laughing his heart out as you fell to the floor in total disbelief, face still buried in your hands.

You began telling yourself that the silver lining in this situation would be that Peter seemed to be enjoying himself, which is what you really wanted to achieve. Make him feel less stressed, try to ease his worries and allow him to have fun. You were just so in love with this dork that even if his enjoyment came at your expense, you wouldn’t really mind.

You had to admit though, it didn’t make the situation feel any less embarrassing.

“Aww… you!” Peter joined you on the floor, wrapping his arms around you, still giggling from what happened.

His hands held your wrists, trying to move your hands away from your face. You struggled for a bit, but his strength eventually won against yours. You had to turn your head away in embarrassment.

Peter was still chuckling, “You are so adorable,” he said right before giving you a kiss on the cheek.

You were caught off-guard by his action that you turned to face him completely—and all Peter saw was an opportunity to steal another kiss, this time, on your lips.

Even though it was a quick peck on the lips, your eyes were still wide in surprise. The heat from your cheeks wasn’t going away, and it probably won’t anytime soon because of how close you two were. Once Peter saw how surprised you looked, he started looking flustered.

“I… uh, I think I got carried away…” Peter spoke, his voice dropping to barely a whisper. He then chuckled, “I guess we ended up doing that anyway...”

“It’s fine…” You whispered in response, reassuring him while being flustered like Peter was.

Eventually, the two of you just started moving closer and went for another kiss. This time, it was slower and somehow felt different from all the other kisses you had previously shared. Your right hand cupped Peter’s cheek as he placed his hands over your [H/C] hair, pulling you in closer.

It was definitely a good kind of different, like one that was full of yearning. It had been some time since the two of you had spent some time alone together, and both of you had missed the feeling of being this close to each other. Being with one another felt like an escape from the pressures of reality, and both of you were going to savor every second of this moment—a moment where you both felt safe, a moment where you both felt free.

The two of you eventually parted, breaths heavy as you both lovingly gazed upon each other’s eyes. It was a quiet, yet peaceful moment that both of you were happy to share. All you could see was Peter, and all he could see was you.

The sound of a person speaking through an intercom made the both of you remember where you were. They announced that there were 2 minutes left.

The two of you couldn’t help burst out in laughter. Honestly you were slightly annoyed—it was obviously an attempt to stop you and Peter since before, they only announced every 5 minutes. Peter then stood up, reaching out his hand for you to grab to help you get up. Your eyes landed on the clock right behind Peter, which you just now realized has been stuck on 9:00.

“Hey, do you think that paper meant 9 instead of 6?” You asked Peter, who was understandably confused as you pointed to the clock behind him. The two of you shared a look before Peter went ahead and grabbed it, finding a combination of 6 numbers hidden on the back of the clock.

“This has to be it!” You exclaimed, both of you rushing to punch it in the vault, which finally opened, revealing a key which seemed to slot at the door that you originally came through.

Peter wrapped you in a tight hug, both of you cheering in joy. Once again, the two of you received an update for the remaining time, which was less than a minute.

You then took the key and Peter stood in front of the door with you. Placing the key in front of the keyhole, you turned to face him, “Do you wanna do the honors?”

Peter just shrugged, placing his hand on top of yours, smiling. “Let’s do it together.”

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When You Overwork Yourself and Get Sick | Marvel Headcanons

Characters: Stephen Strange, Thor Odinson, Peter Parker Reader: Male Reader Genre: Fluff Warning(s): None

A/N: I’ve wanted to create something like this for a while, but I didn’t really know what topic to start with, so I ended up with this idea! This is my first ever post so please forgive me if these end up being bad ;-;

Stephen Strange

Working in a hospital was far from easy

There’s always patients who needed to be monitored closely,

Jumping through hoops to ensure that they are comfortable

And emergencies which always, ALWAYS seem to happen at the break of dawn

Needless to say, it’s been a very exhausting and taxing month for you

Strange is a very observant man

So when he notices that you haven’t been home for the days you normally would be home,

And when you are home, you’re almost always sleeping,

He warns you, his workaholic boyfriend

“You’re not going to last 3 more days"

You just give him a chuckle

You’ve been through far worse than this past week

And since you’re stubborn as hell, you decided to ignore him

So when you do end up getting sick, you know that he’s not going to let you hear the end of it

“I told you so,” you imagined his voice in your head as you rolled your eyes

You made sure to check his schedule beforehand so that he isn’t home when you are

Unfortunately for you, his surgeries for that day went by faster than scheduled

Probably listened to Beyoncé while doing it

Showoff

And when he finds you in your shared apartment looking all weak and shriveled, surprise surprise, he goes:

“I told you so"

“I lasted 4 days, not 3"

“And you, sir, won’t last another if you don’t rest. Sit."

He will DEFINITELY sass you about this in the first few hours

“God, I can’t taste anything”

“If only someone could have warned you,” he taunted, “Oh that’s right, I did”

Most of the time he’s right, so he does get annoyed when you don’t listen to him

But that doesn’t mean he’s not worried—he’s not heartless

He of all people would know how it feels to burn out

Although he’s not exactly the person who would take his own advice but that’s for another conversation

He can’t exactly take care of you 24/7 because of his work

But he’ll make sure you at least have something to eat when you get up

And when he is home, he’ll make sure to spend most of his time with you

Maybe watch a few movies together

He’d let out a few chuckles here and there when there’s a medical scene that just wasn’t right

“How are you going to save anyone with that lousy CPR?”

Which you found cute

He doesn’t actually bring up anything about your condition while you’re hanging out--he wants to distract you from it

But he does observe you closely if you’re feeling any discomfort

The next day you’d just be surprised to see you now have some medicine for muscle pain next to your bed

He only checks up on you and your temperature when you’re asleep

You know that because one time you fell asleep on the couch

Next thing you know, you’ve woken up to his hand on your forehead to check your temperature

He will wake you up though if there are clear signs that you haven’t eaten--like no plates on the sink

You’re too lazy to wash them while feeling terrible

Or when the takeouts aren’t even touched

Normally he’d just let you drink medicine and once you got better, he’d be out of your hair

But this time, he insists that you actually take a break

Who knows, maybe he’ll even join and take some time off with you

“I’d better join you for this trip, you might do something stupid without me”

Thor Odinson

Working as a journalist was one of life’s greatest pleasures

You pride yourself in writing the stories and taking the pictures themselves

You’ve covered a lot of things, from the most mundane bike robberies, to the most dangerous of all (so far), which was the Chitauri Invasion

But somehow, for some reason, you still found yourself underestimated by the people above you

You just wanted a promotion

The pay they gave you for that report on the invasion was definitely not worth almost getting crushed by a crumbling building

Thor wasn’t exactly pleased how you were being treated either

He knew his man had so much drive, bravery, and potential to achieve great things, but is constantly held back

Growing up in Asgard, he learned to treat his lover with respect and treat him as his equal, which he did

He never once doubted your abilities, so when you had started venting about your job, he couldn’t help but feel anger at them

“Humans are such jesters, no?”

“I think ‘clown’ is a better word, but yes”

You eventually came up with a plan to finally, finally get your superiors take you seriously

Maybe if you churned out twice as much articles and pictures, they would get to appreciate your presence more

So you did exactly that

Thor would just shrug it off when you would tell him you can’t stay too long at home

“Must be work”

So you wrote more reports about the bank robberies you had witnessed, making sure to get really good and pictures close to the scene

And by the end of an entire month, you probably managed to publish dozens of articles

When you got home, you were completely exhausted and crashed right into your bed

You didn’t realize it at first, but when you would stop being busy and working, you would feel so sore and tired

You just decided to go to sleep

Thor just saw your body sprawled on the bed, which all seemed normal, but just to be sure, he decided to check up on you

You were basically burning up at that point

When you wake up, you just find yourself in Thor’s arms, a towel on your forehead, still moist

Which probably meant he had been up all night, constantly changing it for you

He wakes up right after you, a look of worry on his face

“How are you feeling?”

“Terrible,” you groan out weakly, trying to get up, but Thor just stops you and says he’ll handle breakfast

He definitely faced the stove for a few minutes before coming back into your room and asking if you can just get takeout

He’d spoon feed you for a while until you tell him you can handle it

After drinking some medicine, Thor just spends all day laying with you in the bed and cuddling

This man probably gives the best cuddles

He basically turns into the most gentle person ever and will not let you leave the bed unless you felt better

A few days after you got better, you receive a call from another newspaper, basically offering you a better position and a higher pay

It was a no-brainer at that point—your newspaper didn’t even call you right after all that work you had just put in, so you quit and accepted the new offer

Thor couldn’t be happier for you

Thor may or may not have “accidentally” crashed through your former office while flying to get to a “mission”

“I thought there were some monsters up here, turns out it was just you guys.”

Peter Parker

You’re not exactly what people would call a genius

You were in no way terrible at studying, but you definitely had to work harder than others who were, or at least seemed to be gifted

And Midtown was full of them

To even get into Midtown High you had to study hard

And to this day, you still had to—you had a scholarship on the line

You would try to finish several assignments days early, accept extra credit work, complete projects with extra detail which just go unnoticed honestly speaking

And on top of all that, you had to help manage the school’s debate club as one of its officers

Needless to say, your friends, MJ and Ned, started to worry since you were taking on A LOT

But your boyfriend, Peter, was the first to notice

At first he was on board with it—he couldn’t be prouder knowing that this hardworking guy was his

But every time you two weren’t together, and especially when he would be swinging around New York as Spider-Man, he would always worry

“Did he get some sleep? Did he eat properly? Is he taking a break?”

Today was no different

He would get slightly antsy waiting for you to shoot him a text, knowing that you would be home by then

But you didn’t text him for many hours,

Which made him anxious, since you would always send him something, even if it was only to let him know you were busy

So when he was sure that New York would be fine after dealing with a few criminals,

He swung over to your place and immediately noticed the closed curtains over your window

He started tapping on the glass, calling out

“Hey! Are you in there? It’s me, Peter.”

It took you a while to draw the curtains and the window open, but when you did, he was finally able to see you in all your glory...

Wrapped in a blanket like a burrito

“Hi,” you manage blurt out right before you turned your back on him so that you wouldn’t sneeze at him directly

“You’re sick? What?” he panicked, “Where are your parents?”

“On a work trip”

“Well why didn’t you call me?”

“I thought you might be busy,” your eyes drifted off to his suit

He would quickly get you back on your bed

And when he finds out you haven’t eaten, he would be so surprised and in total disbelief

As much as he’d like to cook you something, there wasn’t anything to cook with and he doesn’t really know how

You end up eating some soup from takeout and drinking medicine right after

Did I mention he borrowed your clothes

He’s just sitting, checking your temperature in the thermometer when you accidentally say “It’s so cold” out loud

And now Peter won’t stop hugging you

Even though you tell him to stop hugging you cause he might get sick, he just wouldn’t listen

He even ended up getting you out of the blanket burrito since he insists that it’ll be warmer in his arms

This is just an excuse to cuddle with you really

Since no one would be home for a few more days, you two ended up falling asleep together for a bit

As much as he wanted to stay, it was a school night, and May would get worried

When you wake up, you find a note beside you

“Get some more rest and drink plenty of water! - Spider-Man”

He actually ends up getting sick because of the cuddling but to him, it was totally worth it

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